el

why you comin' at me, baby?

[norris-stereo]

EL - she/her , amateur photographer , internet girl , ocean's daughter , cabin 3 , future engineer , FUCK ICE

🎆 formula 1 , pjo , mythology , history , kpop , adela

🎧 MachineGirl - Adéla

[scuderia-piastri]

new theme eats down

AND SO DOES YOURS HELLOOOOOO tumblr’s not ready for us

[tsunodaradio]

not a lot (just forever) ⛐ 𝐈𝐇𝟔

THIS IS: FORMULA ONE 📀 isack likes to think he's not asking for a lot.

♫ starring: isack hadjar x childhood bestfriend!reader. ♫ social media au. ♫ includes: fluff, romance. profanity, mention of food. events of aus gp (this deserves a warning), hurt/comfort, dash of fake dating, friends to lovers. slightly fucked up race timeline (we ball), google translated french, rookies make an appearance. anon requested not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker. ♫ commentary box: this is also for the anon who asked for more hadjar fluff! i've found my people 😋 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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user1 MY FAV DUO IS BACK IM SOBBING 😭 user2 Love love loveee that you two are still going strong after all this time!! user3 that caption is TOO witty actually. brb stealing. user4 IS THAT ISACK HADJAR??? ⤷ user5 oh honey u must be new here ⤷ user6 Welcome to the hell/heaven that is the isackhadjar x yourusername (best friend)ship

Liked by yourusername, visacashapprb, and others isackhadjar Snaps of my first week as an F1 driver ! 🏎️Somebody is already replacing me ...

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user1 a papaya hat oh u have competition isack user2 is that isack's gf? ⤷ user3 no she's my gf ⤷ user4 She's ALL of our gf actually. ⤷ user5 they're "just friends"! 😄👍 yourusername YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T POST THAT ⤷ user6 isack boutta end up in the dog house LMAOOO ⤷ isackhadjar Oops ? ⤷ yourusername isackhadjar I Will Remember This Moment user7 More Isack x Yuki content pls pls pls 🧎 user8 yourusername being a lewis hamilton fangirl <333 i love LH stan bestiesss

Liked by isackhadjar, olliebearman, and others yourusername bit of a long one but i need you all to bear with me. i was there when isackhadjar hung his first Cars poster in his bedroom. he told me je serai comme lightning mcqueen un jour, and while i had made fun of him for wanting to be a car, i also knew he was a man of his word. when he first got behind the wheel in 2012, i knew he would be a natural... and look where he is now!!! breaks my heart i won't be in aus for his official debut but this bahrain weekend was more than enough to remind me why he's the rookie to look out for. je t'aime, ma meilleure moitié x ka-chow! 🏁

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user1 yourusername don't make us cry challenge user2 The photo of baby Isack :( I'm devastated. user3 s'il te plaît, date déjà visacashapprb 💙💙💙 ⤷ user4 ship so good that even the team is on board. user5 "ma meilleure moitié" being "my better half",,, ohhh user6 HE SAID 😭 HE WANTED TO BE 😭 LIKE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN 😭😭😭 user7 Wait why won't you be trackside :( My besties ⤷ yourusername uni 🥲 ⤷ user8 pay for her plane ticket visacashapprb don't be shy isackhadjar Je t'adore ⤷ user9 He ADORES her. Oh Lord i am not your strongest soldier ⤷ user10 i am trying so hard not to ship you 2 but you are making it soooooo hard..

Liked by yourusername, lewishamilton, and others isackhadjar Friday/Saturday was strong, Sunday was painful and unfortunate for the team. Car seems to work, can’t wait to be back racing in Shanghai ! Support has been unreal 🙏🏼 Special thanks to yourusername who said I shouldn't shout her out, but when your best friend flies 19 hours to make you pizza ? A shoutout is the least that can be done

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user1 The comeback will be even better 💪 user2 keep your head up, king. china comeback let's gooo. user3 :( yourusername going through hoops to comfort isack. likeee user4 OGs know about the F3 pizza tradition ⤷ user5 MY SHAYLAS ⤷ user6 Can someone explain this ??? ⤷ user7 We are losing the ancient texts y'all...... ⤷ user8 when yourusername was at one of isack's races, they'd always make homemade pizza for the entire team (for good luck)! it's been going on since isack debuted in f3 asia in 2021, he talks about it on an interview somewhere user9 on est avec toi goat !! 🐐 user10 One bad race doesn't define you , wish u best of luck yourusername tu es un imbécile, mais tu es mon imbécile ❤️ Liked by creator ⤷ user11 Never hit see translation SO fast ⤷ user12 "You're a fool, but you're my fool" COME THE FAWK AWNNN

Liked by user1, user2, and others formu1adrama In case you missed it 🔎 isackhadjar and yourusername are the cutest friendship on the grid! Sources say the two have known each other since childhood. Ask anyone across formulae and they'll tell you yourusername has been a constant fixture in Isack's motorsports career. The two are a pair; do not separate! Photos -- 1) One of Isack's IG stories from 2024; 2) Isack's IG post from 2021; 3) Tagged Facebook photo from 2017.

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user1 and they were CHILDHOOD FRIENDS?! user2 S'il vous plaît … Combien de temps devons-nous souffrir ...? user3 slowburn so crazy tht i'm literally on fire 🔥 user4 Been my ship since Isack's F3 days user5 Does anyone have a clip of their secret handshake (the one the media caught in 2023 iirc??) 🥺 user6 friendship is so beautiful /s user7 isackhadjar JS MAKE A MOVE BRUV FFS U'RE ALREADY A F1 DRIVER user8 I'm boutta get real parasocial in dis household.

Liked by isackhadjar, yukitsunoda0511, and others yourusername je veux que nous mangions tous les deux bien 🍊

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user1 the caption being a translation of wendy cope's "the orange" poem >>> i want us both to eat well supremacy ⤷ user2 And when i say that line actually starts with "I love you"... user3 Did I miss something ??? Are they fr dating now user4 War Is Overrr yukitsunoda0511 is that my date night salad recipe ⤷ user5 who the fuck has a date night salad recipe??? ⤷ user6 YOU'RE ASKING THE WRONG QUESTIONS BRUH SO THEY HAD A DATE NIGHT 🫨 ⤷ yourusername much thanks yukitsunoda0511 ❤️ Liked by yukitsunoda0511 user7 i'll send $1 to everyone who likes this comment if they are actually dating ❤️ Liked by olliebearman, kimi.antonelli, jackdoohan, gabrielbortoleto_

Liked by yourusername, jackdoohan, and others isackhadjar Like the rock bears the weather

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user1 THE FIRST PICJDSKACSAD HELLOOOOO???? user2 Oh Isack Hadjar I was NOT familiar with your game. 👀 user3 Y'ALL DON'T LET THE SHIRTLESS PIC DISTRACT YOU FROM THE SOFT LAUNCHES ⤷ user4 MEEE. is it actually a soft launch when we all know who it is ⤷ user5 The keychains? The flowers? ARE THEY.. YOU KNOW... user6 ih6 lover era ? i used to pray for times like these user7 JE VEUX TE METTRE DANS MA BOUCHE user8 Are we witnessing Isack Hadjar claw himself out of the friendzone real-time ⤷ user9 AND I LOVE TO SEE IT YUPPP 🗣️ ⤷ user10 f2l THE superior trope. user11 ffs if y'all are just messing with us.... i stggg user12 Do u need a 3rd ahahahahaha jk. Unless?

Liked by isackhadjar, visacashapprb, and others yourusername every year, isackhadjar and i mark the day he started racing. a decade and some change later, i find myself in awe of how the boy who once lived next door is now racing all over the world. isack, you may be a menace on the track, but underneath all that is my best friend. may you always choose what makes you happy. in all the languages we know: i love you, je t'aime, nhabek

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user1 just fell to my knees at walmart user2 THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE IS THAT TEW MUCH TO ASK visacashapprb You're not crying, we are 🥲 ⤷ user3 admin can we have a tiktok of these two pls ⤷ user4 Fuck it. Atp put yourusername in the team idc how user5 How will I recover from this?????????? isackhadjar Je te choisis pour toujours et à jamais et à jamais ⤷ user6 [ENG TR] "I choose you forever and ever and ever" ⤷ user7 SHUT UP RIGHT NOWW ☹️☹️☹️ ⤷ user8 i need a moment,,, ⤷ user9 Are we going to talk about how the post said "May you always choose what makes you happy" AND HE SAID . user10 "nhabek" because of isack being algerian :( these two

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user1 isack finally finishing a race b/c yourusername was in the stands iktr 🙂‍↕️ user2 Swift x ice cream?? Best pairing isackhadjar Baby's f1rst race as a WAG 👏 ⤷ user3 WHAT ⤷ user4 OMH Y UFCKING GOD ⤷ user5 THIS IS NOT A DRILL?????????????! ⤷ user6 LET OUT THE LOUDEST YEAH BOI OF MY LIFEEE ⤷ user7 IS THAT WHAT TTHE "FINALLY" IS ABOUT ⤷ user8 I DID MY WAITING!! THIRTEEN YEARS OF ITTTT

Liked by yourusername, yukitsunoda0511, and others isackhadjar Better late than never ! C'est toi, ça a toujours été toi ❤️ yourusername

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user1 "it's you, it's always been you" i died .. i died n i'm in heaven user2 THEY ACTUALLY DID IT. THEY ACTUALLY DID IT!! user3 c'est le plus beau jour de ma vie 🙏 user4 Quick. Everybody act surprised ! yourusername just on time :) ❤️ Liked by creator

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 !

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View all comments isackhadjar Ma chérie delete please.... ⤷ isackhadjar Ma belle please ⤷ isackhadjar Mon amour please delete please

[spiderbeam]

IH6: come and rattle me

gabriel bortoleto fancies himself a matchmaker. it’s too bad it tends to come at the expense of you and isack’s dignities.

pairing: isack hadjar x driver!reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: not nsfw but very very very suggestive also lots of tension + bits of dialogue in portuguese

eve’s notes: remember when i said i would write an alternative scene to truth or dare in my last isack imagine? this is it :)

You regret ever saying yes to Gabriel. Really—you’re drained, you’re drunk, and you want nothing more than to get inside the bed of your hotel room and sleep like the dead. Instead, you’ve somehow managed to extend your stay at this impromptu afterparty Kimi managed to get you all into.

The playlist is a dull sound in the background—not too loud, especially since you’re still inside a hotel with other guests just on the opposite side of the wall. Regardless of how ridiculously big the room is, noise is still noise.

Isack looks about as worn out as you do. The two of you had been on the verge of falling asleep just moments ago. You’re not quite sure how the two of you ended like that, leaning against each other on one of the couches, eyes slowly closing and breaths evening out. Your head tucked against Isack’s shoulder, knees brushing against his.

You could’ve gotten used to that—Isack’s slow inhales and exhales like a lulling beat, luring you into sleep. That is, before Gabriel decided to shake the two of you and drag you into the circle of people.

“Sometimes I can’t stand you, Bortoleto,” you mutter as you’re forced to sit next to him. Isack, on the other hand, is called over by Kimi and Ollie on the opposite side of the circle. For a moment, it almost looks like the two other rookies and Gabriel share a look—something mischievous, something you definitely do not want to get roped into.

“So, what is this, exactly?”

“It’s…” Gabriel pulls a face, turning to Rafaela, who sits next to him with a bowl in front of her legs. “Como se chama isso mesmo?”

“Correo de brujas,” Rafaela responds, and you realize that there are slips of paper inside her bowl.

“Correo de brujas,” Gabriel repeats, as if that explains it.

“Right. So, again—what is this, exactly?”

Apparently, it’s a game Gabriel learned from Franco a while back. Witches’ mail. There’s an empty bottle at the center, and whoever it lands on, has to take a dare from the bowl.

“Kind of like Truth or Dare,” Rafa explains from her spot, “Except it’s only dares, and they’re not exactly… soft.”

Even then, it doesn’t start off too hard. Isack is asked a Fuck, Marry, Kill with team principals from the grid. Gabriel is dared to spell his phone number just by moving his ass in the shape of the digits—all while everyone tries to guess what each one is. At some point, Kimi and Ollie are made to share a gummy bear between their teeth and try to split it in half with just their mouths.

And you won’t lie—you are having fun, laughing at the expense of others. It’s funny, hilarious, even—up until the bottle lands on you.

One of the boys from F2 whose name you can’t recall hands you the bowl. You pull one slip of paper dramatically, unfolding it and quietly hoping it’s not something too ridiculous.

You squint at Rafaela’s handwriting. “Um. It says… which one do you want?” You turn to Gabriel. “Does that mean I get to pick?” But the two Brazilian drivers sitting next to you are grinning too widely for it to be anything remotely easy for you.

“Nope,” Gabi says, standing up to grab a chair and drag it to the center of the circle. He’s still looking too smug when he pats it twice, gesturing at you. “Take a seat.” You do so reluctantly, while Gabriel puts his hands on his hips as he does a quick scan of the room. “Does anyone have, like, a bandana?”

One of the girls from F1 Academy—Courtney, if you’re not mistaken—opens her purse and pulls out a scarf. “Does this work?”

Gabi nods, reaching for it with a quick thank you. He moves to stand behind you as he ties around your eyes, making sure it won’t slip. You reach up to touch it—it’s silky, soft. Maybe you should ask Courtney where she got it from. “There.”

“Is this what you people are into, now?” you ask, shifting on your chair. You hear a few people laughing, your vision entirely obscured.

“You cannot see anything, yes?” Gabi asks, his voice sounding farther away now. You hear rustling.

“Nothing at all,” you quip.

“Good.” He clasps his hands together, making you flinch. “Okay, this game works like this. I have three foods in my hands. One,” he pauses, so you imagine he’s raising it and showing it to the circle. “Two,” you hear murmurs. “Or three. Which one would you like?”

You roll your eyes under the scarf. “But I can’t see them.”

“Exactly.” God, you can hear the smugness in his tone. Why are you friends with him again? “So, what will it be? One, two or three?”

You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, not quite understanding why you suddenly feel a spike of nervousness. You try to shrug it off. “Um. Two.”

You hear Aurelia laugh against her palm, and you can only pray that’s a good sign.

“Alright.” Gabi’s voice grows closer. “Where do you want it?”

“Excuse me?” you turn to him, and you hope that, despite the scarf tied around your face, he can still tell that you’re glaring at him.

“I’m going to point to three places, you have to pick one. Do you want it here.” You realize a beat to late that he’s not actually going to touch you—ergo, you have no clue to which places he’s pointing at. “Here,” you shift in your chair as you hear someone laugh. “Or here?”

“…The third one.”

“Alright.” The sound of air hissing feels too close to your ear, followed by a cold substance landing against your neck.

You visibly flinch, surprised. “Gabriel!” you snap. The sweet, sugary scent of whipped cream is near immediate.

Gabriel is doing a poor job at stifling his laughter. Before you can protest, Rafaela pipes up, “That’s too little,” and you hope that wherever you’re aiming at, you manage to flip her off. He chuckles and shakes the can again, before promptly placing more whipped cream on your neck. You shudder.

“Fuck you two, by the way,” you say, which just earns you a few laughs. You’re still not sure where this is all going, other than Gabriel and Rafaela seem to be having the time of their lives.

He takes a step back. “Okay. Now, for the last part—who do you want to take it off you?”

“I’m sorry, did you say who?”

He shushes you, and you can hear him wandering around the circle, footsteps slow and casual. Even blindfolded, it’s like you can see all the eyes glued to him, expectant. “Do you want… one,” people around the circle whistle loudly as Gabriel points to them. “Two,” the noise grows louder, followed by scattered sounds of amusement and excitement. “Or three?”

“Um,” you stammer, palms sweaty. You rub them down against your jeans, hoping it’ll rid you of this lingering nervousness. “I don’t know, uh… two?”

You don’t hear what Gabriel says—or more so can’t over the whistles and teasing. You can feel someone approaching your seat, but pausing just a step shy of you. Your body feels warm, too warm, like you’re suddenly aware of all your nerve endings and connections—like a livewire. There’s a moment of silence, where you’re still sat, blind and clueless, before Rafaela calls out, “Ah! You can’t use your hands.”

Tentatively, a hand gently moves your hair aside. From his scent alone, you can tell it’s not a girl. His breath fans against your neck for a second, and you stifle the urge to move the blindfold. You hear him breathe in once, as if bracing for impact, before his tongue darts out against the scoop of whipped cream resting on your neck. His lips feel warm and soft, tingling against your skin. You inhale sharply. He pulls away, before both Rafaela and Gabriel protest simultaneously.

“No—you’re not done.”

“You have to clean it all off.”

You hear a small, barely audible huff of frustration that feels remarkably familiar. Then, his lips are on your neck again, slow, careful. A part of you wonders if he can feel your pulse jackrabbiting against his teeth. Your breath feels uneven when he lowers his head a little, aiming for the whipped cream that has slid onto your clavicle. You stifle a shiver. Everything feels magnified without your sight—the hand still holding your hair, the warmth of his lips on your skin, his tongue working against the white dessert, the brief feeling of his teeth.

For a moment, you’re certain you stop breathing.

He licks one last stripe across your neck, before finally pulling away.

The whistles and catcalls aimed at him that follow are deafening, even more so with your sight gone. Still, you hear Kimi’s voice tangled in there somewhere—though what he says, exactly, you don’t manage to catch.

“Okay, now you can take the blindfold off,” Gabriel says.

You reach up for the scarf, trying to hide the initial unsteadiness of your hands. Your heartbeat is ringing in your ears, pulse still a few beats too quick. Even the dim lights of the room feel blinding for a moment as you blink in an attempt to get accustomed to them again. You’re blushing. You know you’re blushing, and you hate it.

Staring at you with the most irritating self-satisfied smile ever is Gabriel. He grins. “Now, you have to point out who it was—but, if you get it wrong, you never get to find out the truth.”

Your throat is dry, the feeling of lips against your neck still ghosting over your skin. It’s hard to focus on the people around you, some friends, some co-workers, some strangers. You don’t think Gabi would’ve chosen a complete stranger. He’s an annoyance, but you’re still friends. You’d like to think that there’s at least some boundaries he’d be willing to respect.

Your gaze flickers from Gabriel to Rafaela to your fellow rookies to—Isack. Isack, whose cheeks are looking noticeably pink. He licks his lips somewhat nervously. You freeze. Just a split second. Because, by the corner of his mouth, you can see a speck of sugary white cream.

Your skin burns like it has been set alight.

“Um,” you stammer. You glance besides Isack. “Aurelia?”

She grins, and all three Brazilians start clapping and laughing. “Now you’ll never know!” they chant, the rest of the group joining in. “Now you’ll never know!”

Big brown eyes meet your gaze. Isack looks about as flustered as you feel. Clumsily, you move to spin the bottle, which thankfully lands far in the opposite direction. The spot next to Isack is empty now, and you quietly thank that the attention is off you when you move to sit next to him.

Isack’s posture immediately stiffens, all traces of exhaustion gone from his face. He drums his fingers against his knee, suddenly all too aware of your presence next to him. Warmth blooms in your chest.

“Isack,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” he asks dazedly, voice pitching higher. He coughs, red still splotching his cheeks.

You lean closer to him, and you don’t miss the way his eyes immediately flick from your eyes to your neck to your lips. He might actually look more wrecked than you do. Something akin to sunlight melts through your chest. Confidence—maybe something better than that.

Your thumb brushes against the corner of his mouth, and his breath hitches. He swallows, throat bobbing. You tilt your head, bringing your thumb to your mouth as you lick off the last speck of whipped cream.

“I like it,” you hum, trying to bite down a smile as you watch Isack, frozen on his spot, tips of his ears turning bright red. “It’s sweet.”

a/n: okay so correo de brujas isn’t played exactly like this, but since almost everyone that answered my last poll said they hadn’t heard of the game i figured it would be fine <3 power of fanfiction at all. the whipped cream one though? very much real let me tell you.

reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

[rosewoodstufff1]

𝒀𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒓!

Yikes, engineer.

---AKA12

Kimi Antonelli x Kimi's engineer!Reader

A/N: Heh… Well… I've started a serie and got the big need to write a one episode fanfic instead of writing episode two to the serie…

Warnings: A few uses of y/n, Kimi won't stop calling reader 'engineer'. Drinking. I have zero knowledge about how to engineer so the focus is on the dialogues or the dynamic between Kimi and reader. Lowkey fluff, one idiot falls for a smart-rude girl. Reader is fem. Kiss at the end(drunk kiss lowkey but Kimi is sober). Cheesy???(probably). Grammar issues. Kimi is 22, reader is 21. Kimi is lowkey childish(very much). Well, for Italian sentences, I used translate(pls don't hate me). Blah blah blah. ENJOYYYOOYYOYOY.

Description: Kimi gets a new engineer. He waits for a more friendly person than a 21-year-old girl who is way colder than he expected her to be. He decides to be an annoying kid until he realizes he loves her, very much.

word count: 5.8k

The smell of gasoline, the soft wind, the sounds of the engines. God, it really felt like home. Your steps were sure. Your first season of being an engineer was going to be absolutely perfect. It was a childhood dream. A little girl's dream. A dream of you that you never gave up on. You worked, studied, completed, searched and did every single thing you had to do. Even if it took years, you succeeded.

Even though trying to get noticed by Mercedes-AMG Formula One Team was a complete pain in the ass.

You had to prove your talent and intelligence in every way to get their attention. Since you were a big Mercedes fan at the time, your second biggest dream was to be an engineer for the team Mercedes. Besides working to succeed, you did a lot of manifesting with your close friends.

Tarot cards, coffee myth thing(I forgor), lines in the hand and trusting yourself fully.

Your hair was tied in a bun. It was a smart move since the wind would've been making your hair cover your face, making you look like the creature in the movie The Ring. Wearing the team kit in a proud way. Your eyes locked on your target place. Your bag over your shoulder.

"Alright. Let's do this," you murmured to yourself. Your professional personality taking over after you greeted some of the mechanics and other engineers.

You were supposed to be the engineer of Andrea Kimi Antonelli or just Kimi Antonelli.

The 22-year-old boy who's way more talented than some people think. The 22-year-old boy who got recognized by Max Verstappen, The Lion of The Track himself. You thought you were so lucky to be the engineer of some prodigy like racer. You knew his face from some media posts, the edits and from the information given to you.

You saw Kimi yapping with a mechanic with a silly smile on his face. Phone in his hand, probably showing some posts he found funny or a meme that was too stupid to be real. You swallowed. Anxious, your hands became colder than the wind that blew to your face, a lump formed in your throat as you realized you couldn't even open your mouth. You blinked.

Once, twice.

Your mind was a mess.

Eyes focused somewhere you couldn't even see normally anymore. The blurred vision, the sudden heat that ran through your body like a fever that only came when you were terribly sick. Oh no, not now. You had to calm down, you had to! It was a big opportunity you worked so hard for.

Someone cleared their throat in front of you, a presence, close. "Sorry to interrupt your thought but I can't let you stand there like a statue." An Italian accent reached your ears and pulled you out of your thoughts. "I'm Kimi."

"Uhh, I'm Y/N." You answered. Trying to protect your professional perfection even though you got caught while spiraling with the most destructive—not really—thoughts. Kimi's brown eyes locked with yours. A little knowing smile took place on his lips.

"You must be… my new engineer."

"Yes," you said. Nodding as your crossed your arms, giving your weight to a leg to feel more comfortable. A casual movement. "Hope we get along well, Kimi?" Maybe you didn't smile but the tone of your voice made his smile widen. He extended his hand, waiting for you to shake it.

"Well, nice to meet you, engineer." Kimi said with a little chuckle that escaped his lips. A boyish chuckle, mischievous. A chuckle that little kids did as they planned something devilish in their own levels. You squinted your eyes, raising an eyebrow while trying to catch his gaze again but his attention on you shifted somewhere else quickly.

You shook your head with disbelief, "Could've said 'nice to meet you too' if your attention didn't go somewhere else. Ugh." you said. A little roll of your eyes before you saw a little movement.

Oh no.

Kimi was in fact listening to you complaining.

"Sorry, miss engineer." He did a dramatic bow. The Italian accent that wrapped around his words gave a soft, adorable character to his voice. "I trust you." Kimi said.

"About what?" You answered him with a sudden stupidity that you regretted at the first second you said it. "Uh, I meant, you trust me about something else or the… engineering?" Frowning and crossing your arms harder to look calmer and more professional was a dumb move but well.

"Yes, the engineering."

"Oh, okay-"

You nodded slowly, your eyes focusing on the floor, your eyes a little bit wide with the stupid thing you just did. Convinced that this anxious feeling and this stupidity was because that it was just the first day, you turned around and walked inside the garage. "You know that's not the way you're supposed to go, right?"

"Just checking something!"

Embarrassment was the word for the day.

╰┈➤𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐱

Surprisingly,

Qualifying went good on Saturday and today was Sunday. The start of the season, the first race.

You felt ready. Staying up the whole night to compose plan A, plan B and plan C with the extra plan that you hid for the worst moments. Kimi acted innocent enough. Every suggestion you made, every order you gave was followed by him. But the smirk never faded. It was a signal that he was plotting something in his head.

Since the weather decided to be hotter than usual in Melbourne, plan A was to start with mediums and continue with the hard tires(well, im probably messed ts up). And plan B was to focus on overtaking than trying to defend position. Mixing A and B together got you an idea to start Kimi with mediums and focusing on overtaking. Even though he did very good on qualifying and got P3.

Papaya boys managed to get P1 and P2.

Oscar P1, Lando P2.

Fans were happy to see Oscar get P1 on his home race.

You fixed your hair, walking to where Kimi was with the most serious expression on your face. Even you were surprised that you managed to be this serious. Gaze locked on him. "Kimi," you said. Grabbing his attention. Causing his brown eyes to find yours.

"Hey, miss engineer." He did his little dramatic bow. It was more of a repeated nickname than a playful line.

You cleared your throat, "Get serious." you commanded.

In just two seconds, the brown eyes of Kimi's was stern, cold, serious. A little frown and a little nod that said I'm listening. Liking his serious way of listening to you, you continued your words. "You know what plan A is for hot weathers and normal plan B. We, are doing both."

"Okay."

"All good?"

You received a nod.

"Great. Let's do this, Kimi." Your hand reached to pat his shoulder lightly. He exhaled from his nose, sounded like a little chuckle. You shook your head, trying to seem frustrated by his childish actions but the side of your lip curled upwards into a little smirk.

"Let's do this, miss engineer."

Kimi walked to the garage to his car. With few minutes left for the race to start you took your place in the pit wall. Wearing the headphones, eyes focused on the screen in front of you. Your hands froze, became cold. With the little drop of remaining calmness, your managed to take control over your anxious moment ready to devour you.

After a few minutes…

First red light, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth…

Breaths were held…

"Lights out and away we go!"

It was the moment your brain started to work properly. Watching the analytic screen go before your eyes while you followed every single movement. Your mind buzzing with new plans and new pit strategies. The sun was hot.

Maybe starting Kimi with mediums wasn't a bad thing at all.

Kimi managed to keep his place as P3. When you felt like it was the right time to go with plan B, you murmured the command on the radio. Kimi just answered with a 'copy' before focusing back into the race. You could feel his want to win this race. You wanted him to win this race. The team wanted him to win this race.

The race continued in it's fast pace.

Kimi made his way up to P2 and somehow ended up with Verstappen behind him. It was like a death whistle before falling back into positions. You didn't panic. You just spiraled in plans you've made up just now until you decided Kimi trying to overtake wasn't a genius move right now. He needed to defense his position against the Dutch Lion.

Another engineer looked at you, then another. "Kimi shouldn't be overtaking right now, right?" One of them asked which made you nod rapidly before pressing your lips into a thin line. You squinted your eyes as you looked at the gap between Kimi and Max. It was just stressing.

"About to fix it," you said.

ANTONELLI'S RADIO IıIııIIıIııIIıııI —————————————————

—No more plan B, gap between you and Verstappen is 0.4

—How about no.

—What?

—How about no and I continue plan B?

—Kimi, we are not taking risks.

—Come on! I swear on mama's homemade tortellini that I got this.

—No.

—Yikes, engineer!

—Copy that.

You watched Kimi change strategies as he pushed a little bit more to open the gap between him and Max. There was 10 laps until the race ended. Too much stress that took over your head, Max was hard to defense against. It scared you.

You seriously wanted Kimi to take some trophy in his hands today.

ANTONELLI'S RADIO IıIııIIıIııIIıııI —————————————————

—I seriously need to take risks if I want P1.

The Italian accented voice cut through the radio. With 8 laps left and Verstappen still pushing to catch Kimi's position, this wasn't a nice time to think if he should take risks or not.

—Okay, you got this.

—Copy.

With the free chance granted, Kimi pushed. Really pushed as if he entered some sort of flow state. Turning points were clear. The gap between him and Piastri started to close while the gap between Max and him grew with each second. You swallowed. He was too focused.

0.4 seconds. Piastri. Currently P1, his own home race.

"Shit!"

You cursed as Verstappen did nothing but got closer. You frowned. It wasn't a great sight to see the gap closing. The lap finished with you holding your breath.

7 laps left.

The crowd cheered, the motors screamed, the crowd cheered louder. Some fans hopeful for Kimi, some fans are rooting for The Dutch Lion. You watched Kimi try to take over Oscar's place. But Oscar defended with a flawless move to open the gap a little bit. Kimi was stubborn about getting P1.

Even you didn't understand how when with a sudden move, when the crowd cheered too loud and the motors screamed louder… Kimi got P1. Calm, professional as he drove with the confidence he always had in himself.

ANTONELLI'S RADIO IıIııIIıIııIIıııI —————————————————

—P1, Kimi. Keep pushing.

—Copy.

The coldness of Kimi's voice matched with yours. He was focused on the race more than anything.

The last lap was a disaster.

Verstappen managed to catch Oscar who had fallen into P2. Taking hi position with a slick move as the Dutch Lion put his pride and skills into the race to gain P1. The closing of the gap between Max and Kimi was fast like a flicker of light.

1.0 seconds turned into 0.2 and a little turn…

Max P1

Kimi P2

Race wasn't over. Oscar was too calm and collected to fall back to P3 in a race he started P1. While Kimi tried to push and close the gap, the defense that he built piece by piece crumbled while Piastri took P2 from him. The worst thing was it was the last lap. No chance to regain position.

"Fuck." You rubbed your face with both hands. Podium was good enough.

ANTONELLI'S RADIO IıIııIIıIııIIıııI —————————————————

—P3, Kimi. Good race.

—Yeah, thanks guys.

As Kimi got out of the car, running to his team for celebration, you smiled. Then he walked to you, a wink that only you saw that meant I didn't forget about you. Before you could push him or give a cold handshake that screamed professional boundaries, he wrapped his arms around you. A hug warm, comforting. You didn't hug him back. But your tone made it clear you wanted to but your cold girl personality didn't let you.

"My ribs-"

"Ah, sorry."

Kimi let go, his eyes narrowed in a way that betrayed a smile behind the helmet. Your heart thumped.

"Well. That was a hug because I did something very good."

"The thing you call very good is finishing where you started, Andrea."

"Andrea? I'm offended. What happened to Kimi?"

"Oh did I say, Andrea?" You teased. Acting like you didn't know. Kimi rolled his eyes. Even if he wanted to talk more, he had to give interviews and all of that boring post-race stuff.

"Of course you did." Kimi said, his voice muffled but still had that Italian-scolding tone. "This is not finished." He pointed a finger at you before he lowered it quickly as if he did something forbidden for a kid. You just stood there. A soft smile plastered to your lips.

"Of course it isn't over."

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A fresh shower at the hotel before attending the party made for celebration was a big relief. At least you had 30 minutes alone with yourself and you used it to make yourself relax. The party was going to be the classic ones where engineers, drivers and team principles were invited. Just a night to enjoy by partying before going home for a week to only return to the racing world.

You chose to wear a sundress since it was burning out there even if it was noon.

Hair tied into a sweet looking bun with a hairclip.

Luckily, the party place was close to where you stayed. Deciding to walk and enjoy the fresh air, you got out of the building. A small handbag in your left hand as you walked. The streets were filled with people. You just enjoyed walking before you felt someone pulling your bag.

With a surprising speed, you turned around an a slap landed on someone's face.

That someone was Kimi.

"Oh, damn-" You stared at the red hand mark on his right cheek with wide eyes. "Sorry!"

Kimi's brain was not functioning properly, with the warmth on his cheek the slap caused, he blinked several times to understand where he was. "That hurt. Like a lot," he said. A fake sniff before his left hand moved to wipe an invisible tear. You panicked. Eyes wide. Staring at your bag, then his face, then your hand.

"I-"

"No, I deserved it. I was just kidding." He shook his head, blinked again before giving you your bag back. His hand moved up to rub the place you just slapped. "Maybe I should be more scared around you."

You frowned, angry mode. "What do you think you were doing! I though I was being robbed! Oh my god, Kimi!"

With your angry tone, Kimi smirked. A smirk that stopped him from wheezing there. "Wow, sorry to scare you that much." His words made you roll your eyes. He extended his hand out for you to hold it. "Since we bumped into each other on the way, we might as well go to the party together."

"No, thanks."

"Wha-"

"No."

"Oh, come on!"

When you didn't even bother to say something and continued walking. Leaving him behind you. You felt him walking faster to reach to you. "I'm sorry!" He called out. Trying to get you to stop. "Dio, perché non mi ascolti mai!"

You smirked, hearing him switch to Italian was rare.

"Use English, Kimi."

"I was using English until you decided to-" He let out a low groan. "Oh, so now you're talking!" With his steps being bigger than yours, he caught your pace. Walking beside you. "I said sorry."

"Say it in Italian and I'Il consider forgiving you."

"Mi dispiace, cara." Kimi murmured in Italian with ease as his eyes focused on your side profile while you both continued walking. You squinted your eyes. You knew how to say sorry in Italian. It was like common knowledge but the cara at the end? You didn't know what it meant. Even though you didn't look at Kimi like he looked at you when you walked together, you couldn't help but ask the question.

"What's cara or who's cara?"

Kimi laughed, eyes wide with a smirk, "You don't know what it means?" he said. "Oh my god, I thought you'd knew!" He let out another laugh. His eyes narrowed, hand flying up to his face to rub his face. You turned your head, watching him before turning away to give no signs for him to pick on.

"Well, I don't know what it means, okay?"

"Even a five year old kid would know this," he said, continuing to laugh. "You're seriously stupid!"

"No, a five year old wouldn't know this, Mr. Know-it-all."

"I'm who now?"

"Ugh!"

You huffed in frustration as you pushed Kimi by the shoulder. Trying to walk away faster but it only took him a few steps to catch up and give you a shoulder bump. Even with the light move, you almost tripped. "Watch out, engineer. Don't put your pretty trust on me that much if you don't see P3 as a success." Kimi scolded lightly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair while you brushed off some invisible dust off of your sundress. "Will you quit calling me 'engineer' ?"

"Aren't you my engineer?"

"I'am."

"So?"

"Are you serious right now, Kimi?" You frowned, glaring at him before stomping forward. This walk took long enough. Before you let him catch you, you started to run. Seriously fast and rapid. Eyes focused on one specific building, that was the destination. It was fun feeling the wind against your skin while Kimi tried to actually catch you as you ran faster.

Kimi let out a loud Italian accented 'aaaa' before speaking. "I'm dead serious but stop running!" He yelled. Crossing the street with the same speed since it was green light for the walking people, you didn't expect a hand to wrap around your wrist to pull you back against a chest. A loud 'eek!' sound left your lips before you could stop it. "Shit, let go! You're not playing fair!" You whined like a child before wrapping your own hand around his wrist to run with him to the other side of the street.

"I was playing fair!"

"Stop bullshitting!"

"I will tell on you to Toto!"

"What will you do without me then?" You made a tsk sound. Crossing your arms. Standing in front of the party place. Eyes squinted, waiting for the answer.

Kimi rolled his eyes with a sassy move before dragging you into the building by your wrist. "You got me there," he said. "You win, okay?"

"Hah, suck on that!" You said with a cheerful voice. But deep inside, a feeling you could quite name made butterflies in your stomach wake up. You also rolled your eyes to copy him but Kimi caught that excellently.

A raised eyebrow, "You're copying me now?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"Nobody, is better than the original." Kimi blinked a few times, hand over his forehead with a dramatic pose. He let your wrist go. "Reminding you, me, Andrea Kimi Antonelli is the original, cara."

There it is.

Cara.

Again.

Interrupted by the other drivers entering, you and Kimi moved inside and followed the path and the crowd to reach a big garden with lots of tables with alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks on them. Grass smelled great, music was awesome. You rolled your eyes at Kimi before he apologized and left to talk with other drivers.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌಄﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ It was close to midnight now,

dim lights illuminated the garden. The music continued and none had left the party yet. Everyone was happy with their drinks and you? You had more than 4 glasses and already feeling tipsy. With the dizzy feeling and the sudden stomachache, you walked to a nearby chair and sat on it.

"Y/N?"

With the familiar voice, you lifted up your head that felt too heavy at the moment to see his brown eyes. Kimi's brown eyes. "Oh, look who decided to call me by my-" Hic. "-my name." You huffed. Trying to keep your head still but everything was turning and moving. Only Kimi was stable in your vision.

A low chuckle left his lips. "Are you drunk?"

"Oh-" hic. "Am I drunk?"

"C'mere, cara. Avrei dovuto dirti di non bere." Kimi scolded himself quietly before wrapping an arm around you waist to help you get up. Leading you somewhere more quiet before he made you sit on a more comfortable chair that felt like a couch. "Drink this." He extended a glass filled with water.

"No."

"Don't fight me on this."

"Say please in Italian."

"Bevi e basta, Y/N, bevi e basta!"

"It's not how you say-" another hiccup caused your shoulders to shake. "-please." You frowned. Turned your head away and closed your eyes to prevent the headache that made you want to die.

"Per favore, cara. Open your eyes and drink this."

"Fine, just because you said 'please'." You turned your head towards him and opened your eyes. He let you hold the glass but his hands were on yours to prevent any drop of the glass that could hurt you. Finally, you drank the whole water.

Kimi's eyes were on you the whole time.

"I should get you home."

"No!"

"Yes."

"N-" A hiccup. "Fuck!" you cursed. "No!"

"Oh, hell yes." Kimi murmured. His arm wrapped around your waist once against to steady you against him. He made sure he didn't hurt you as he walked you to the outside of the building. Feeling his concern and attention made your heart flutter with a sweet feeling.

You watched him pull out his phone to call an uber.

You spoke after he called an uber to your location.

"You always annoy me, why are you so nice right now?" A curious question that made the browns turn to stare at your eyes with a depth that made you shiver to your bones. Ah, damn it.

Kimi tried to keep it light, a soft chuckle. "Because I need to take care of my engineer when she's drunk on a Sunday." His warm tone woke something in you. It was not because you were drunk, it was because you felt like it. In your heart.

"Kimi, kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

He stared at you for a few seconds before his lips found yours in a hurry. The softness and warmth of his lips against yours was complete heaven. His fingers caressed your cheeks. Your lips parted for more, his tongue waited no more to meet yours in an affectionate fight. A soft sigh against his lips made his hands lower to your waist to pull you closer.

Kimi pulled back when he felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. A stupid smile on his lips. The uber arrived, parked behind him and you now. "Text me when you're home, okay?" His voice a little bit hoarse. His eyes shinning with affection, love.

"Okay…" Your eyes locked with his. Your heart racing, hands clenching and unclenching with the need to kiss him more and more and more.

Kimi's arms wrapped around you to hug you tightly. "Cara means darling." he whispered. His smile was making his voice sound silly.

"So cheesy of you."

"That's my engineer." Kimi winked. Leading you to the uber. Making sure your seatbelt was buckled before he watched you leave with a racing heart and a stupid smile that was stubborn enough to not leave. You were the same.

The same racing heart, the same stupid smile, and the feeling on your lips you'd never forget.

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𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Verstappen's Pretty Little Sister

--- AKA12

Kimi Antonelli x Max Verstappen's sister!reader

A/N: Seriously, thanks @sashenkalebedeva for requesting this bootiful fic. Ily sm vro. Extra note: I know I used 'swallowed' too much, even I tweak writing it but my poor English has its limit guyz🥀

warnings: A few uses of y/n, reader is a female, Kimi is down bad and all flustery for reader, reader just sweet and confident asf, swearing, drinking(if you squint), 1(one) scene of kissing, overprotective bro Max. 1(one) mention of J*s Verstappen.

Description: Your brother Max had always brought you to his races as a lucky charm until his career started at F1. It was a simple action taken to protect you but this weekend. He decides to bring you to the paddock. Everyone's eyes are on you but there's a specific brown-eyed boy following you everywhere you go.

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Being Max Verstappen's little sister was fun.

He was a caring brother, protective. Sometimes overprotective but above all, he was caring for your well-being.

You've always followed him like a little duck, waddling behind him with your little feet and little hands.

Once Jos, you two's father got Max into racing because Verstappen's were a racing family, Max started dragging you along with him to every race. As a good luck charm and it worked. He was talented and started ranking up in his league earlier than everyone.

Skipping Formula 2 entirely to Formula 1 as his talent was noticed by the Red Bull Formula 1 team.

The 'bring little sister for good luck charm' rituals were cut.

Max simply did not want to reveal you to the media and cause trouble for you and your future.

But this week?

It was different from how it was.

This race week belonged to Monaco, flashing lights, rich yachts and a race circuit filled with the echoes of frustrated post-crash radios from the drivers.

"Mijn schatje, you wanna come to the Monaco GP with me this Sunday?"

The question was a treasure itself.

"Oh my fucking god, you're not kidding again are you?" You questioned, eyes wide, a smile ready to spread on your face any moment with a childish spark in your eyes. Max just sighed and nodded as if he really said yes. Your smile almost found the damn ceiling.

He just ran a hand through his hair, "Yes, I'm not lying." he said. A smile taking its place on his lips too. "People have been asking about you anyway."

You smirked, "Oh yeah, I'm so famous aren't I?"

Max threw a pillow at the direction you were in from the couch he was sitting. "Shut up."

"Oh, ho ho…" You gripped the pillow, throwing it back at him violently before hiding behind a wall. Then he called out:

"You're going to tell me if some dickhead makes you uncomfortable, okay?"

"Okaaay!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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You waited until Sunday.

Doing everything Max says even though it was a rare moment coming from you.

He was shocked when you did go buy some bread and groceries when he felt too lazy and did go to a store to look for heels for Kelly and even babysat Penelope and Lily in Free Practice days+Quali day.

Now today was your day to shine.

The Monaco Grand Prix.

Since It was summer, you chose to wear a pretty sundress and let your hair down. Wearing pretty comfortable footwear before taking your bag which matched your dress. You looked beautiful. You also didn't forget to bring your Red Bull cap along with you.

Since you lived in the apartment next to Max's and since you all lived in Monaco. It was easy to get to the circuit in time.

You had a paddock pass.

The arrival was smooth.

Max was looking very uncomfortable with the choice he made by bringing you to a Grand Prix but well.

It had happened already.

He firmly warned you before going to the garage. "Okay, I'm trusting you on this." He started. "First of all you're going to tell me if someone bothers you, feel free to-"

"Tell the interviewers who try to bother me to fuck off I know." You completed the sentence with a grin on your face. "Okay, okay. I'm clearly not a baby, I understood everything." You stated. "Can I go now?"

"Fine, go."

It was all you needed to hear.

With an excited smile on your face, you started walking around. Wandering. Checking out garages after simply greeting the Red Bull mechanics and GP, who was the only one who knew who you were.

You bumped in Charles on the way, he normally saw you since he was in the same building as Max as you. Greeting you with a welcoming smile on his face.

Then you walked and walked.

Staring at the cement, focus somewhere else before you hit someone.

Oh, fuck.

You stumbled back, almost falling but a warm hand on your arm stopped you from falling.

"Oop, are you okay bella?" With the Italian accent reaching your ears. You already knew who he was.

Kimi Antonelli.

Mercedes' rookie and the second seat owner.

A very talented one.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." You quickly stepped back. Fixing your dress as his brown eyes watched you with curiosity. "You must be, err, Kimi?" You finally looked at him and smiled. He was staring at you with wide eyes, blinking like a clueless kid.

Kimi quickly cleared his throat before nodding back with a smile. "Yes, It's me and you..?" He raised an eyebrow, not realizing his grip lowered to your wrist but still holding. You first stared down at his hand before tightening your smile. "I think I never saw you around here before?"

"I'm Y/N Verstappen."

"…Verstappen?" Kimi lightly frowned. Looking a bit surprised. "Didn't know Max had a little sister." He hummed before he followed your gaze and stared at his hand wrapped around your wrist. He quickly pulled his hand back as if he touched lava. "Ah, sorry-"

"No, It's okay." You giggled. "Excited for the race?"

"Not really."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes-"

"Don't lie," you pouted.

"Well, fine! I am excited." Kimi mumbled, a soft blush creeped into his cheeks.

He kept on trying to avoid your gaze, as if the floor was his first love.

You bumped into his shoulder playfully before talking, "Eh, trust me. You'll get some good points but not better than my brother." you stuck your tongue out.

Kimi blinked several times before rolling his eyes.

"You're aware that you're encouraging me to win, huh, little Verstappen?" He smirked, flashing his sharp canines while he raised an eyebrow that made you stare for a long, long time.

You froze before coughing fakely, "No! Don't win! I mean- no, who plays fair shall win-"

"Uhh-huuhh."

"What? Don't make fun of me when you were the one who held my wrist for too long!"

Kimi swallowed. Really swallowed before he got flustered again. "I have to go to the garage now-" he spoke rapidly. "Bye-"

You were about to burst into laughter as you watched him walk the wrong way.

"You can visit the Mercedes garage anytime if you switch teams!"

"You sure you're going the right way, champ?"

"Oh-"

You started laughing, seriously bursting as he got more flustered and changed his way. "Will still wait for you though!"

As you watched him leave you continued giggling to yourself before walking to the Red Bull garage. Max saw you giggling stupidly, so he narrowed his eyes and scared you by appearing right at your back.

"Let me guess, Kimi?"

"How'd you know-"

"I'm not blind, liefje," he snorted as if it was a boring comedy. "I'm your brother."

You rolled your eyes and walked back, a little bit far away from him. "Wow, news for me." You murmured plainly before fixing your hair. "He's a good guy." A low shrug. A soft blush appearing on your cheeks.

Max saw it.

"You're making me regret my decision."

"In what way?"

He rolled his eyes playfully before chugging down a water bottle at once then handing you one. "Hydrate," he said.

Feeling unheard, you pouted. Not taking the water bottle. So, Max raised an eyebrow. His blue eyes watching you, he was simply an overprotective brother. And you sometimes got tired of it.

He then crossed his arms, mirroring your pouty face. "Remember, I said dating drivers is a big no and you agreed." One eyebrow raised, extending out the water bottle. Max looked like an annoying mother.

"No, you di-"

"Geez, shush."

"Ughhh! I hate you!"

Max just smirked and set the water bottle next to you, patting your shoulder lightly. "Love you too, bug."

He left to get ready for the race and you just sat there.

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The race did not go well.

The Red Bull Max was driving said no I'm not doing this shit and caused him to DNF.

You had a whole anger crisis, too close to recreating Toto's headphone smash but with the coffee filled mug in your hands, it was a bit hard to accomplish.

When Max was out of the race,

your eyes watched one person.

Kimi.

He was going on full speed, clean corners and too surprising moves for the Monaco circuit.

And for the results, he was P1.

You watched him with interested eyes. Maybe a little too interested. Watched his sharp canines flash whenever he smiled, a dry thumbs up with a victorious smile on his face on the podium. Champagne flew all over the place. Kim K. stealing Kimi's towel was also an event no one expected.

You were walking in the crowd of people until you heard someone calling for you.

"Someone took my towel! Can you believe it?" Kimi's tone was surprised and whiny. As if that towel was his bride. "My towel…" He whined once again.

"Kim Kardashian took it."

"What-?"

"Lewis' WAG."

"Oh-" Kimi hummed before turning his attention back to you. One arm wrapped around your shoulder while he guided you out of the overwhelming crowd. As you two stopped somewhere quiet, you quietly took out your phone. Extending it to Kimi to enter his number.

He grinned while doing it. Saving himself as Mercedes boy that I'm obsesseeeeddddd about

"Anyways," he started. "Changed teams or still a Red Bull girl?"

"What makes you think that I'Il switch teams for an Italian boy with a sweet mouth?"

"I have a sweet mouth?" The right side of his lip curled upwards. A little smirk as the sweet red tone found its way on his cheeks. "Why wouldn't you? If I were you I would-" Suddenly you moved closer, faces inches away. Kimi froze. Completely froze.

With his reaction, you only got closer. "Once a Verstappen, forever a Verstappen. Same with being a Red Bull fan." Your pointing finger placed on his lips, silencing him. Maybe you had no right to be this much of a menace to him.

But God, he loved it.

"You better start learning more about me, champ." You shrugged, pulling back. "Or your silver arrows won't have a chance to pierce my heart."

"Wh-"

"I need to find my brother or he'll kill you for talking to me."

"But Max loves me!" Kimi blurted, trying to surpass the growing heat in his body. The redness on his face spread to his ears. "But-"

"Bye!" You gave him no chance to talk back, giving a little wink before walking to the direction you were going. Kimi stared. His heart was racing with a feeling he can't name. The feeling of your finger against his lips was still there. He swallowed. Oh, he could easily die from this.

"I will find you again, little Verstappen!" He yelled.

and sure, you couldn't save your ass from him because it was Monaco.

There was going to be a post-race party amongst drivers and you'd beg to come with Max.

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"Absolutely no, liefje."

"But WHY!" You groaned loudly. Ready to smash your head into some wall. The dress you've planned to wear to the party hanging from your clutched hands while Max was on his phone. Lips pursed. As if he was considering. Spoiler alert. He was not.

Max sighed. "You already came to the race and I didn't promise to bring you to some post-race party."

"Dude, I'm clearly old eno-"

"Yeah, you're 9 years younger."

"I clearly did not mean that!" You whined. "Ugh! Ik luister niet naar jouw onzin, eikel!" ("Im not listening to your bullshit, asshole!") You raged. Angrily reaching for a pillow on the couch. Throwing it at Max's face before groaning again. "I hate you, dumbass!"

Max looked up from his phone. "Watch you words, bug." You threw him a death glare and he looked down like a guilty kid before clearing his throat. "Fine. Come with me." Your eyes lit up. "But you're either going to be talking to Kelly or be standing next to me." Your hopes found the floor all over again. Pouting and whining.

"Ugh! Okay!"

"Okay now go back to your apartment because you're ruining my mood that's already ruined."

You turned your back to Max. A little smile playing on your lips as you walked to the door and left Max's apartment. The dress still in your hands.

Tapping the name Mercedes boy that I'm obsesseeeeddddd about then starting to type

Y/N: I'm coming to the party to pull your ear.

Kimi: Gee, you're going to see me and all you can think about is pulling my ear? I'm hurt, signora.

Y/N: Yeah, yeah. Now cry like a baby while thinking about me pulling your ear.

Kimi: Oh, trust me.

The messages didn't end there. He added you on Instagram and spammed a whole series of reels and the worst thing was.

You did respond to every single one of them.

The flirtation didn't show the end of the road.

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You spent almost an hour to get ready.

Hair tied with a claw clip. A pretty sundress adorned with flowers. A beautiful necklace. Your make-up was light. Struggled a bit with the eyeliner but it turned out so damn good. You left the building with Kelly and Max. Yapped with Kelly in the car on the way to the party place.

Secretly typed her a message about how Max was not letting you do anything and how bad you wanted to talk with Kimi and she answered with don't worry, girl. You'll be free when he gets too distracted to notice you anyway. You smiled, thankful.

The building was nice.

Flashy, fancy but gave the 'club' aura more than anything else.

Some drivers you knew, some you didn't know. Few engineers, mechanics. Some team managers.

Max threw you his usual warning gaze. "Don't make me regret this."

"Yeah, yeah." You murmured before following Kelly to a blind spot Max couldn't see. She patted your shoulder, smiled then left to find the other WAGS. You got a drink from the bar. A light drink, nothing much. You were staring at some stupid wall before you jumped with a sudden move of someone nearby.

"Boo!"

"AHH-"

"Shush!"

Your heart jumped, slowly turning your head to look at who it was behind you and… Kimi. Big surprise.

"What the fuck, have you lost your mind?" You whispered rapidly. A hand over your heart before he put a finger on your lips. Silencing you.

Dejavu

Your cheeks got flushed by the color red and pink. Eyes wide like a prey animal being hunted by the hunter.

The corner of his lips curled upwards. He smiled before he started grinning. "No, dummy. I didn't lose my mind." He murmured calmly.

"I will fucking bite your finger." You hissed.

"Before you bite me I want to-"

It was too late. You sank your teeth into his finger and made him whimper like a kicked puppy. He pulled his finger back. The hand he hid behind his hand came into vision and revealed a bouquet of freshly cut roses. "Ah, cazzo-" Kimi huffed.

"Cazzo what..?" You raised an eyebrow with confusement.

"Cazzo means fuck and thanks to you, I have a bite mark on my finger now!"

"Bad boy."

"Wha-"

"You swore in front of a girl. Tsk tsk."

Kimi pouted. Then he lowered into one knee, holding up the rose bouquet like it was a wedding ring. "Then, bella. Please accept this gift as an apology for my mistake…" He put his free hand on his heart. A soft shade of red already appearing on his cheeks. Then he looked up at you with his sweet brown eyes.

He got you blushing.

You froze on the spot. Looking down at him with your heart racing. You swallowed slowly before accepting the bouquet.

"T-Thanks…"

"My pleasure, cara." Kimi revealed his sharp canines once again. You stared, he gulped. His Adam's apple bobbing with him swallowing slowly.

"Oh, Kimi. I didn't know you were here tonight." The Dutch accent messed up everything.

You glanced at Kimi's back. Max was standing too close like a killer ready to kill. Blue eyes covered with a stern expression. Glancing back and forth between you and Kimi. "Brothe-"

"Cut it, liefje." Max whispered. An angry smile on his lips. Oh it was so done.

"Oh, hi Max-" Kimi greeted him bravely as if he wasn't trembling limb to limb.

Instinctively hiding the bouquet Kimi gave you. Holding it tight behind your back. You exchanged a fear filled glance with Kimi but didn't expect Max to put a hand on his shoulder and lean in to whisper something into his ear that made him swallow audibly loud. Slow three pats on the shoulder. Then he left.

Kimi looked scared but he just walked backwards and grabbed your wrist. Leading you to the quieter hallway.

"Y/N."

"Kimi?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, one eyebrow raised. Still clutching the bouquet of roses nervously while you couldn't help but get lost in his eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

"HUH-"

"Please don't let me repeat myself."

"Don't be a baby, repeat." You grinned.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Fineee~"

Kimi stared at you for a whole time span of 10 seconds. Blushing like crazy before actually making his lips meet yours. It was a soft kiss. Actually very soft. He gently held your face in his hands, his teeth catching your lower lip before the kiss deepened and-

click-

You quickly pushed Kimi, glancing sideways to see Lando with his phone in hand. The flash was eye hurting. That damn muppet took a photo, didn't he…

"Norris-!" You called out but he quickly ran back into the party place as if he applied some rocket on his ass.

"We're fucked." You both said in unison then started laughing.

Surprisingly the time went pretty fast.

You talked and joked with Kimi. He kept his arm wrapped around your waist. Threw some dirty looks to people and you almost strangled Lando to death. People started leaving when the clock hit 2AM

Walking to the car with a guilty expression, Kimi walked behind you to maybe explain himself. Max stood still in front of the car like a clone of Michael Myers. When you both stood in front of him like guilty teenagers. Kelly threw a death glare at Max.

Then surprisingly, Max put a hand on Kimi's shoulder that made Kimi flinch and Max laugh. "I'm okay for now but just wait until you actually try to marry her."

Wow. What a rich threat.

Max let go of Kimi and got in the car with Kelly.

"Well, you've got a bigger trouble now."

"I know. This sucks so bad…" He faked a whine before kissing your temple and watching you leave…

*does the macarena dance and falls down the stairs*

[linalbon]

Wanna Know A Secret? - AL41

Secret? What Secret?

The world of F1 hasn’t seen your face since you were about seven, thanks to your parent’s separation. Now, it’s time to grow up. In preparation to rip off the veil of (somewhat) secrecy you’ve had so far, you find yourself harboring even more secrets. How many things can you lie about before the truth shines through?

Warnings: Heavy use of y/n (I'm sorry but it is a smau.), K*m K*rd*sh**n (+ her kids) as plot devices, K*rd*sh**n slander, timeline inaccuracies as a whole, cursing, reader is a brat (by charlie xcx), except genuinely Lewis and reader have a bad father/daughter relationship, daddy issues, age gap joke (reader is 17 for like 2 days.), demeaning language towards women, reader is lowkey a pathological liar (I honestly couldn’t tell you how many times she lies...)

WC: smau FC: Dina Denoire

Pairing: Arvid Lindblad x Hamilton!fem!Reader (Reader is the daughter of Nicole Scherzinger & Lewis. I am aware that means Lewis would’ve been ≈22 and Nicole ≈29. Let’s just. Okay? Okay.)

Preliminary Yaps: It's my first full smau! Except like with everything involving me, I maxed out the image limit and I'm lowk still not satisfied. Anyway, happy anniversary to my first exposure to Arvid, Silverstone '25. You will always have a place in my heart. Also, happy belated birthday to me! I'm an adult, and that's freaking crazy, dude. I was hoping to get this out by then, and then by Silverstone… but better late than never ig!

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Lewis Hamilton spotted with new girlfriend, Kim Kardashian! The pair has been spotted around Tokyo, along with her sister, Chloe Kardashian, and Kim’s children. Notably absent is y/n Hamilton, the 18-year-old daughter of Hamilton and his ex-girlfriend, Nicole Scherzinger, despite images circulating of her arriving in Japan with Lewis. This was the teen’s first public sighting with Lewis since 2016, when Lewis and Nicole separated permanently. If anyone sees a teenager traipsing around Tokyo carrying a bag worth double this user's salary (and enough daddy issues to fill it ten times over), you know who to call!

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quest43 Okay shes valid tho I wouldnt want to run around with kids half my age and my dads new gf

bigswim They actually grew up together! In one of the early seasons, Kris mentions Kim needing to get a gift y/n's christening, and Kim has been close friends with Nicole for years

cl1_truther i would NEVER forgive my dad for screwing my moms friend wtf?

barca2016fan Oh my god does anyone remember little y/n running around the garage 😭😭

gainingwings I missed her and her hide and seek games that would force a brocedes interaction 🥀

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Missed Call from Mama ❤️ Ringing... Mama ❤️ Transcript:

y/n.

Mom! *city ambiance can be heard in the background* Isn't it quite early over there? What are you doing up?

It's nine in the morning, sweetest.

*snort, followed by a thud* Oh! I thought you were in LA!

No, I'm in New York. Do you want to explain to me why I got a call from your father? Asking where you are?

Mom, he's with—

I know who he's with, and I'm sure everyone does by now.

Right.

Baby, where are you?

Uhm... at the hotel.

Right, so your father called me again to ask where you are, and if I told him you were in your hotel room right now, would you be there?

Of course!

If I opened your Instagram right now, I would find a post about you sitting in bed.

Uhm...

Baby, you have ten minutes to get back in that hotel room.

*muffled* Shit, I'm so sorry, I have to go. Oh, yeah, of course. I'll see you around? Yeah! Yes, yes, you will. Okay, bye!

And who was that?

*sharp inhale* Hi, mom! I didn't know you were still on the phone!

Ten minutes, nine now.

Fuck, okay. Love you, bye! *muffled* Hey, wait!

Love you, baby.

Call disconnected at 1:20.59

(blue = Nicole, bold = you, italics = Arvid!)

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Incoming Call from Dad Transcript:

I'm heading to your room.

Dad, I’m in the lobby, I'm heading up.

You've been m.i.a. for four hours. You know that Tokyo has a curfew of eleven for minors.

I turn eighteen in a few days!

But you're not eighteen yet, are you? We have to talk, anyway.

*sigh* If this is about Kimberly, I'm sorry. It... was out of line.

It's not about that. Well, it is, but we need to talk about your behavior going forward.

Can't I go to sleep? We can talk about it in the morning, if you really want to talk, Dad.

You should've thought about that before running off to who knows where.

Two minutes, or I’m sending Lloyd down to come get you.

Dad—

Call disconnected at 0:49.30

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liked by nicolescherzinger, _arvidxzw_, deliasduvet, and 5.9k others y/n.scherzinger Whatever Frank Ocean said 🔞

nicolescherzinger Happy birthday baby! Seems like just yesterday you were tagging along with me on set and in the studio ❤️ liked by author ↳ y/n.scherzinger Imy mama wish you were here :(( 🫶

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ambitchious_adelina WEEE wil be going to the club 👯‍♀️ liked by author ↳ nicolescherzinger What club? ↳ y/n.scherzinger No clubs mama, Addie is being stupid ↳ ambitchious_adelina shes right no clubs miss nicole ↳ theeeflash LMAOOO caught

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liked by kimi.antonelli, mercedesamgf1, krisjenner, and 1M others lewishamilton Wishing my daughter a wonderful 18th birthday, and many more to come! It's been a rough few years, but we persevered. I'm blessed to be your father, even if circumstances keep us apart most of the time. You've always been one of my biggest supporters. Love you forever, sweetheart.

pepper.pepparami HOLD THE PHONE LEWIS IS A DAD??? ↳ found_thecure if you look up clips from like 2013-2014, you can see her running around the Mercedes paddock, paps loved to try and interview her ↳ villanotisland You can also see her in Nico's garage a fair bit, that was her favorite uncle fr :(

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britneynotspears Crazy how a man will post his daughter after not being seen with her in nearly 10 years ↳ guides_not_scouts okay but lewis is a private person? he didn't even say her name its probably a privacy thing with her mom

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Ringing… Arvid Transcript:

*running water*

Hello?

*clears throat, water shuts off* Mr. Model! How was your shoot?

Uh, pretty good, I think. As promised, I didn't break my neck.

Mmm.

How is the dreaded dinner?

Well, uh, Psa—one of the girlfriend’s kids— he’s five, and he just so graciously blew out the candles on the cake the waitress brought out for me.

He didn't.

He did. And then my dad offered that all of us kids split the cake. So I split the cake slice with five other people.

...I think I might hate your dad.

*strangled laugh* No, you don't. I think you'd like him.

He's a complete knob!

He's my dad.

It's your birthday.

I guess.

Hm. Do you wanna get out of there?

What do you mean?

I mean, I'm not busy. You're not busy.

I can't just ditch my own birthday dinner, Arvid, I—

Do you want to be there? Considering you called me, it sounds like a no.

No.

Right. Uhm, do you want me to come get you?

No! No, it's fine. I'll run back to the hotel, and I'll change.

Are you sure? Is it far?

No, it's not far. It's literally like a two-minute walk.

Okay. I'll come get you. Operation "Save the Birthday" is a go.

*snort* You da real birthday.

See you, birthday girl.

Ten minutes?

I could make it five.

With what license?

Details, details.

Okay. *door opening, restaurant chatter floods in* We got this.

Yeah. We got this.

Bye, Arvid.

Bye, birthday girl.

Call disconnected at 1:50.32

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Incoming Call from Dad

>> Forwarded to Voicemail

>> Open Voicemail?? Transcript:

Sweetheart, I apologize for what happened at dinner. I can hear the TV in your room, and I've been knocking, but you haven't answered, so I'm going to give you some alone time. I'll talk to the kids, and to Kim.

*clears throat* I, uhm, got Lloyd to run out and get you a cake from the closest 7/11, since it's one of the only places open at this hour. It's not vegan, as I know you hate that stuff. So, I'm just going to leave this here.

*plastic rustling* Happy birthday, sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning.

Call disconnected at 0:36.79

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KardashianKeepUp

Trouble in Tokyo? According to close sources, things are rocky between Kim Kardashian and the daughter of her newest fling, racecar driver Lewis Hamilton. The girl in question has been mentioned in passing for avid watchers of the show, and North has spoken about her in interviews. Sources say the two were seen arguing in Harajuku. Kim was seen getting into a car, and leaving the area with the daughter nowhere in sight. liked by strawberry.soda, thatonediamondearring, save_the_dress, and 3.1k others

strawberry.soda typical of a nepo bby tbh

orange_soda and if your aunt decided to date your dad you'd just be okay with that??

strawberry.soda if my aunt was Kim K? Yea?

basically30 Who wants to bet kim didn't let that girl in the car 🤣

marilyn.not.monroe okay but leaving a kid in the middle of a busy city?? Kim goes far but she never goes that far

keepupkatie Kid is a stretch, I think the girl is 17 or something, she should be able to hold her own and respect adults.

here4thezipline whaaaatt the woman known for her crazy antics does something crazy what a strange thing to say

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Ringing... Dad

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail. The person you’re trying to reach is unavailable. At the tone—

Call disconnected at 0:10.10

Ringing... Dad

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Ringing... Dad

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Call disconnected at 0:04.50

Ringing... Dad Transcript:

Dad! Dad. Oh, thank god. Kimberly was being fucking crazy, dad, she left me here! In the middle of Tokyo, Dad! And she left me with half her fucking bags, saying that it was all stuff I bought. Dad, I have one bag! One! And now I'm sitting here with like four bags, and of course, she filled them to the brim, and now I'm in the middle of Tokyo by myself, and people are looking at me weird, and I'm really scared someone is going to take pictures, and we agreed, you, me, and mom, we agreed that we would avoid me getting photographed, and I know I'm eighteen now but that still counts, right?

Dad? Can you please just say something? Are you coming to pick me up, at least?

Did you or did you not call her a whore?

What?

I send you out on a bonding day with a woman I really care about, only to receive a call halfway through the day about how difficult you’ve been. Arguing with her, pulling an attitude, talking bad about her kids? And then you called her, you called her a whore who couldn’t wait to get with her friend’s ex-boyfriend? Do you know how jarring it is, for your partner to call you crying in the middle of the day, saying that your own flesh and blood couldn’t even bear to be around them?

Dad, that’s not everything that happened—

Do you deny any of it?

..No I don’t, but dad, listen—

I thought your mother and I raised you better than that, I thought we raised you to have respect for the people around you.

You? Mom raised me. Mom was the one who brought me to work, let me sleep in the studio, went to the parent-teacher conferences, and gave me advice. You left Mom, you left me!

I didn't leave you, and don’t take that tone with me, young lady. I understand that we can’t spend as much time together as I’d like to, because of my work. But that does not mean you can treat people that I am associated with as lesser than to prove a point.

Dad, you weren’t there. You didn’t hear the comments she made about mom, the comments she made about me! She said that she wants to be a mother figure to me! To call her mom!

Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone could use more perspectives for advice.

I have a mother! In case either of you forgot, who I live with 100% of the time!

How could we forget, considering it’s all you ever speak about?

God forbid I love my mother?

And you have a father, as well.

And where are you? Not once this entire trip have you tried to spend time with me alone, it’s always, always been with someone else around. I’m sick of you trying to play house to please your little girlfriend. Play house with her kids for all I care, leave me out of it!

Watch your tone. I will not tolerate the way you are speaking to me nor the intentions behind it. You want to be left out? Okay. Find your own way back to the hotel. Wish granted.

Wa—

Call disconnected at 0:25.64

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Incoming Call from Arvid Transcript:

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have texted, I didn’t know you’d be with your friends and your mom and if I knew I wouldn’t have disturbed you, and—

Hey, birthday girl, calm down. I wasn't going to leave you in a strange city by yourself. I mean, what kind of dickhead does that? *Ay.* Sorry.

It’s my fault, Arvid, I was fighting with her, she was making comments and all I could think to do was fight back and I called her names and, god, my dad probably hates me.

If your dad hates you, he's not really a good dad then. You know, unconditional love is kind of their thing. But stay where you are, we're coming to get you.

Thank you...

Hey, it's what friends do no? You wouldn't leave me to run about like a chicken with no head, so I'll return the favor. How many bags do you have?

Like, *sniff* Four? I think? Kim— the girlfriend, she loves to shop.

Well, I'll carry some, and I'll have Andrea carry some too. *Hey! I did not— ow!*

*strangled noise* Andrea? Antonelli? He’s with you?

Uh, no? I'm sure Kimi would be flattered, but no. Andrea Saveri. A coworker of mine, decent guy. *Only decent? Geez, okay, okay!* How do you not know Liam, but you know Kimi?

Uh… He’s leading the championship, right? I know the basics.

Wow, look at you, a prodigy already.

*watery laugh*

There you go. Okay, we're not too far. Where are you exactly?

I lugged the bags closer to the store, so I’m, I’m right by this giant mural on the store front. People are looking at me weird, but, uh, it’s not like I can do much.

Hold tight, we're literally less than a minute away.

Oh god. I’m going to have to meet your mother, aren’t I?

Yep. I promise she's not that bad.

This is not how I wanted to meet your parents.

That's a little far of a jump, no?

Don’t joke about this! We’ve been hanging out for like… less than a week!

Hanging out? I think we do a lot more than that.

Please don’t say that when your mother is right there. Oh god, Arvid, what if she doesn’t like me? I like you a lot, and if she doesn’t like me then, what—

You like me?

Oh god, did I just say that out loud?

Yeah, if my hearing is still all there. ...We don't have to talk about that now, though. That's... a later conversation.

Mm, yeah.

For what it's worth, she's worried right now.

Worried that I'll run into the middle of the road?

Jeez, that's a morbid way to put it. She's more worried that they left you by yourself.

Oh. Fair, I guess.

Yeah. Is that you?

Yeah! Yes. Oh my gosh—

Call disconnected at 4:53.71

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6 Missed Calls from Dad Incoming Call from Dad Transcript:

…Hello?

y/n, where are you? You should have been here hours ago! Don’t tell me you ran off.

Uhm… I got lost.

Lost?

You left me in a city I don’t know dad… of course I’d be lost.

And you have a phone? You didn’t think to look up directions back to the hotel?

I was trying to lug all of Kimberly’s bags with me, and, I didn’t have hands.

I’m sending a car to pick you up.

But you said—

That was when I thought you could make it back here in an hour. It’s been at least five. Lloyd will be in the car. When you get back, we will be having a discussion.

Okay?

Yes, dad.

Okay. And next time you’re wandering the city, call me. I don’t care that I told you to find your way, I’d rather be lecturing you than looking for you.

Lloyd should be there in ten minutes.

Call disconnected at 0:44.71

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HotLap_Hearsay

F1's newest hire has been seen around Harajuku! While spotted at Liberty Walk Tokyo, he was also spotted later in the day with a mystery girl joining his entourage, as he helped the girl get into a car, carrying several shopping bags. Do we think this is just a Good Samaritan deed? Or something deeper? liked by bear-ly.willow, linalbon, curious.cortana, and 18k others

curious.cortana no guys like trust that was me

secretgrass Sure sweetheart… and I’m the queen of England

girlw/love Wait does Arvid have a girlfriend or anything??

borderline.banked hes like one of the few drivers to not have a public gf I think, like Lando and… Lando

inchidentreport Geez like father like son 😭

moroni.angel Wait… wasn’t that one nepo baby in Harajuku today??

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Incoming Call from Arvid Transcript:

Morning, pretty girl, have you recovered from the tear-jerker that is the first Fast and Furious movie?

Shut up! It was sad. But, good morning, yes, I have.

Good. What are your plans for today?

Well, my dad wants to go out with everyone, to this temple... Gōtoku-ji? I think? Is what it's called. I'm dreading being around the kids, but I am a little excited. I did tell my dad I wanted to visit a temple or two while I was here.

Wait... Gōtoku-ji, why do I know that name? *shuffling sounds*

I mean, it's a pretty popular temple, it's got a ton of those cat figurines! You know, the ones whose arms move back and forth for luck.

No. I mean, yeah, they are. But I think I'm going there today. Let me text my mum.

What? Really?

Maybe? My mum says yes, we're going there in the early afternoon.

Oh my gosh, actually?

*laugh* Yeah, that's such a crazy coincidence. Maybe we can stage an escape if things with your dad...

Yeah, maybe. If your mom wouldn't be too offended?

Please, my mum loves you already. You'll be okay.

*knocking* *muffled* Sweetheart? Coming! Sorry, I have to go. I think we're heading out now.

Okay, see you later.

*sigh* *knocking* See you later. I'm coming now!

Call disconnected at 1:29.10

(vcarb blue = Arvid, bold = you, red = Lewis)

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the_scherzinger_pamphlet I should've snuck one out of the grounds -> arvid.lindblad i think that might just be illegal -> not 100% sure though -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet You just don't like cats :/ -> arvid.lindblad i rlly don't understand your gripe against dogs yk -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet Woah. I never said I didn't like dogs I love dogs :( -> My dad has had dogs edited -> I just find cats like myself, so I like them more -> arvid.lindblad maybe we can buy you one before you leave -> a suevenear -> suvener -> whatever the fucking word is -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet souvenir? liked by arvid.lindblad -> arvid.lindblad see this is why i like you -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet Thank you? 😭 -> I like you too ig liked by arvid.lindblad

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_arvidzxw_ is the view you’re enjoying a certain british f1 driver or do you mean the actual temple -> y/n.scherzinger The actual temple of course! -> _arvidzxw_ you wound me -> y/n.scherzinger Ah you’ll be fine I’ll see you in Suzuka -> _arvidzxw_ wait -> are you serious? you’re coming to the race? -> y/n.scherzinger oh.. no I’m not coming to the race :( -> but remember how I said my dad works for a sponsor? They bought him a ticket, and he's bringing all of us! So I’ll be around :) -> _arvidzxw_ that's awesome -> y/n.scherzinger Don't jump for joy over there -> _arvidzxw_ no i am rlly excited -> i get my jacket back -> y/n.scherzinger Just for that I'm keeping it -> _arvidzxw_ well it looks better on you anyway so i'm not complaining

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deliasduvet mh what happened?? -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet DELIA WE ALMOST KISSED -> THATS WHAT HAPPENED -> deliasduvet WHAT? -> did you kiss him??? -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet NO ☹️ -> deliasduvet WDYM NO?? -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet This is all Saint’s fault. -> I can’t believe I’ve been cockblocked by a child. A CHILD DELIA -> deliasduvet maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t text the gc Addie would be livid -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet I’m livid 😡 -> deliasduvet girl I’m sure you’ll get another chance -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet If there isn’t. Saint is dead. -> deliasduvet oh!

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Incoming Call from Dad Transcript:

y/n? Did you run off somewhere?

No dad, I’ve been taking pictures by the main gate for the past couple of minutes, I’m within earshot.

Okay, I’m sending Saint to come get you. *Hey, Saint? Would you mind running and,*

Hold on, hold on, what do you mean?

*getting y/n? She’s over at the main gate. Thanks, bud.* We’re going to take a fam— a group picture, all of us. And obviously, you’re a part of the family.

Right.

After that we’re heading back to the hotel, so if you could meet Saint halfway or something? We have dinner reservations.

*y/n!* *under breath* Shit. Okay, okay. Bye.

Alright.

*muffled* I’m so sorry, I have to go righ—

Call disconnected at 0:41.44

(red = Lewis, bold = you, purple = Saint)

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Change Contact Name? Arvid >> Arvid! :)

Add Contact Photo? Contact Photo Added!

arvid.lindblad 🎵 • Gunna by rare occasion

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bear-ly.willow Ok arvid in his soft launch era 🔥

knicksin5 Why are these so hella aesthetic ↳ melanieeee lowk real who cooked here

linalbon can we tell I copied Arvid's real post almost to a T and then just added the photos I needed :]

y/n.scherzinger 🎵 • Tokyo Drift by Teriyaki Boyz

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_arvidxzw_ my culture is not your costume liked by author ↳ y/n.scherzinger The Fast and Furious franchise is NOT culture ↳_arvidxzw_ oh so you didn't cry when brian got caught in the 1st movie ↳ y/n.scherzinger You just love the ragebait ↳ sunset_blvdstan is he bothering you queen liked by author

or.the.highway67 since when has she been into racing??? ↳ settle444 I think her uncle is into it or smth! Nicole mentioned in an interview once that she used to kart when she was a little girl lol

ambitchious_adelina booking a flight rn ✈️ ↳ y/n.scherzinger I’ll book a room for you rn ↳ ambitchious_adelina bold of u to assume we arnt sharing a bed 😏 liked by author

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the_scherzinger_pamphlet 🎵 • Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes

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Ringing... Arvid Transcript:

Hey, pretty girl. What’s up?

Have you checked in yet? Or I guess, are you here is the better question.

Luckily for you, we're pulling up to the hotel right now. Why, what’s up? Is everything okay?

Oh, everything is fine. Fingers crossed, obviously.

Obviously.

I was just wondering if maybe, sort of, could we plan something for tomorrow? I would say today, but you just got in, and you probably need to rest.

We can plan something for tomorrow. But you can come over, or I can go over to where you are today. I'm not opposed.

Really? But like, aren’t you tired? I know you had all that strategy stuff with the team.

I mean, yeah, but I need to spend time with you while you're here, you know. It's like fate or something.

I mean, I don’t really believe in fate, but I think it may have worked in our favor this time.

I think so too. But hey, you can come over if you want. We can keep watching the Fast and Furious movies. And plan for tomorrow, too.

Hmm.. I’ll see if I can get away from my dad, but I’ll try.

Okay, just let me know.

I will, don’t worry.

Bye, pretty girl.

Bye, Arv.

"Arv"?

Well, you have a nickname for me, I thought I'd try a few different ones out.

Well, it's loads better than "art-vid", so I'm not opposed.

Ha ha. I'll go back to the drawing board.

Mmm, maybe not, I like it.

Okay, then... Bye, Arv.

Bye, pretty girl.

Call disconnected at 1:24.90

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Incoming audio call: andrea_tortellini Transcript:

Hello?

y/n, is that you??

Is that you at.. *Ollie, where are we?* *Nara Park.* Here at Nara Park? With the deer?

Why? Are you here??

Yeah, I'm with Ollie and Alicia. Who are you with? Oh my god, are you with a boy? *gasp* *Wait, that doesn't make sense, that's Arvid.* y/n, are you with Arvid??

I'm hanging up now!

No! y/n, answer the question!

Sorry, you're breaking up! *fake digital static noises* Call terminated at 0:32.29

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andrea_tortellini It WAS you?? -> y/n.scherzinger Andy idk what you’re talking about -> andrea_tortellini Are you dating Arvid?? -> y/n I work with him! -> Your dad works with him! -> y/n.scherzinger Yes, I am aware -> andrea_tortellini I can’t believe this?? -> For how long??? -> y/n.scherzinger Andy we are not dating. -> andrea_tortellini Is he the guy who cannot eat noodles? -> y/n.scherzinger Yes Andy he is -> andrea_tortellini Weirdo -> I mean -> Wow! So happy for you! -> y/n.scherzinger Thanks Andy. -> andrea_antonelli Welcome -> I’m going to eat my carbonara now -> Like a NORMAL person liked by y/n.scherzinger

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olliebearman Hey, is that picture from today? -> arvid.lindblad Yeah, why?? -> olliebearman Oh that’s so weird -> Kimi and I went today, with Alicia -> arvid.lindblad oh that’s a crazy coincidence mate -> olliebearman Ik! I think I spotted you too, were you with a girl? -> arvid.lindblad uhh no? -> unless you mean my mum -> olliebearman No, she looked younger -> Huh. He looked a lot like you -> You must have a crazy twin running around liked by arvid.lindblad -> arvid.lindblad it’s too bad i didn’t see you, we could’ve hung out -> olliebearman You say that like we don’t see each other nearly every week -> arvid.lindblad touche touche

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EXT. Visa CashApp Racing Bulls Hospitality

Various staff members mill about the paddock, rushing to their own motorhomes. Some push tyre carts, some carry clipboards and bottles, and some carry nothing at all except for the buzzing energy the race weekend grants. Volunteer marshals are seen dotted around the area, helping wherever they can. Toto Wolff can be seen scootering towards the Mercedes motorhome.

The camera focuses on presenter Simon Lazenby and presenter and 2009 F1 World Champion, Jenson Button, interviewing 18-year-old Racing Bulls driver, Arvid Lindblad. The three already seem to have built a good rapport, joking around with each other, and the interview clip has a general air of lightness and ease.

You know, I fell in love with the sport watching Lewis on the TV. He was a big reason as to why...

Not him?

Why I wanted to be here today.

And him? And him, yeah?

I’m too old.

Jenson was a little bit before my time. Well, I mean, I was two when Jenson was world champion. So...

Remember it? Remember it was good wasn’t it?

It was good, yeah, you did really well, mate.

Thank you, thank you.

But, uhm, no, I mean it's pretty nuts every weekend, realizing I get to race with him. It's an honour to be here, really.

Well, if the motioning from the motorhome is any indication, we ought to let you off the hook then, Arvid?

Yeah, it was nice speaking with you.

Ah, what a gentleman! Off you go, Arvid, before we get shooed off.

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-> girl, how long do you plan on not telling him about lewis?? -> considering he's spoken at length about how much he dislikes your father -> and lewis is an idol of his -> y/n they’re the SAME person. -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet I don't know Lia -> I've dug myself into a hole here -> deliasduvet you can't hide it forever yk -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet I know. I just. I'm figuring it out. -> deliasduvet okay girl… -> godspeed and all that ig liked by the_scherzinger_pamphlet

chassis_chatter

The Kardashians have been seen boarding their private jet ahead of the Japanese GP qualifying session! No mention of their absence has been noted by Lewis or any of the Kardashians. y/n Hamilton has also been notably absent from the garage this weekend. liked by HotLap_Hearsay, crypto.chrissie, theeeflash, and 59k others

farmersarewe Lewis must’ve told her to get out after hearing about the kardashian curse lmaooo

mrs305 u act like ferrari isnt abt to fuck his race anyway 😭

tentoesdown its fine guys we don't need anymore bad luck

thatonediamondearring I dont think that girl would go on the jet tho?? like this tweet the other day they were fighitng

11.outof.850 Maybe they fought or something and she's at the hotel?? It doesn't explain the kardashians tho

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Incoming Call from Dad Transcript:

*muffled chatter from the paddock, various machinery sounds at random intervals*

Hello?

Sweetheart? *door shuts* Are you still at the hotel?

...Yeah? Where else would I have gone?

*sigh* Alright. I thought you had gone home with Kim and the family.

Why would I go with her?? I don't want to sit on a twelve-hour flight with her, I'd rather die... Wait. Why isn't Kimberly with you? I thought that was the whole reason she came.

Something came up with the kids, so she had to go home.

Oh. Well, good riddance.

Sweetheart.

Sorry, but you know my opinion about her.

We can talk about that another day. When will you be arriving at the track? I had the team arrange a spot for you in hospitality. I know you used to like being in the garage, so I've had Angela set aside a couple of things for you. Dad, uhm. I'm not coming.

Are you alright? If it's the press, I can get one of the interns to move the things into my driver's room. Lloyd can pick you up and bring you through the private entrance.If you'd rather be in the Mercedes garage, I can have Angela move the things. I'm sure Toto wouldn't mind.

No, uhm. I'm just not feeling it today? I think it's food poisoning or something from dinner last night.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'll send someone with tablets and things.

No, Dad, it's okay. I'll be fine. I'll just watch the race from the room.

Are you sure? I can send—

Sorry, I have to go, I feel sick.

Right. Feel better, sweetheart. I love y—

Call disconnected at 1:40.50

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Incoming Call from Dad

>> Forwarded to Voicemail

>> Open Voicemail?? Transcript:

*sigh* Hey, sweetheart.

Just know, I am giving you your privacy, and I won’t barge into your room. But Angela stopped by earlier with some medicines and said you didn’t open the door. And if the medicine bottles at my feet indicate anything, you still haven’t gotten them.

I know you’re not feeling well, but please take the medicine. I don’t want to see you sick, I just want to make sure you’re okay.

I.. I know I haven’t been the best father since we got to Japan, and I am sorry. You— You don’t have to come tomorrow if you don’t want to. I’ll call your mother and let her know, I can get you on an earlier flight home if you don’t want to wait for the jet. I’m sure she’ll be just thrilled that I’m calling her again, but no worries. I’ll deal with it.

Alright, well, it’s late, so I need to head off to bed. For tomorrow.

Please take the medicines sweetheart. Goodnight.

Call disconnected at 0:57.20

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Incoming Call from Mama ❤️ Transcript:

*restaurant ambiance* Mom? Hi! Isn’t it morning where you are?

Very early morning, baby. I’m back in LA.

Why are you up so early? Oh, I’m out with friends right now! They say hello.

Tell them hello back for me. Baby, can you speak to me alone?

Yeah, yeah, of course. *muffled* Hey, I have to speak with my mom. I’m sorry— Hey, no, it's okay, don't even worry about it. I'll be right here when you come back. Thank you. No problem.

*walking sounds, door opening* Okay, Mama, I’m in the bathroom. What’s up?

So you’re not sick, like your father says?

What? Oh. No, I’m not sick.

Why is he under the impression that you are?

I... I needed an excuse. He wanted me to go into the garage today, and I just wasn't ready. For all the cameras and stuff.

Oh, baby, you could have just told him that, I'm sure he would've understood.

He only called because some gossip Twitter account found out that Kimberly and her brats left the country.

y/n.

Sorry. But he didn't even want me there, not really, mom.

Has he told you that?

Well, no, but—

So how do you know? y/n, you're one of the most important people in your father's life. Even if he has a very strange way of showing it.

I don't know, mom. It's not like this trip has been the best one of my life. In all aspects, anyway.

Well, start slow. Your father loves you, and he's just trying to show that. Go back to the hotel, spend time with him without biting each other's heads off. For me? So I don't have to speak to him anymore until you come home?

*sigh* I'm out for dinner now, with Ar— with my friends. After, maybe. If he's not having phone sex with Kimberly.

Baby, please don't say that.

Sorry. Bye Mama.

Bye, baby.

Call disconnected at 1:50.51

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HotLap_Hearsay

Everyone’s favorite Hamilton has returned to the garage! Mentioned today in interviews and later seen on the broadcast, y/n Hamilton has been spotted in the Ferrari garage TODAY. Lewis stated during interviews this morning that Suzuka has been the girl’s favorite track, and the past two weeks have been a birthday gift for her. However, the two were not seen entering together, and the first time she was documented to be in attendance was during the race, shown on the broadcast. liked by must.be.the.h2o16, deliasduvet, chassis_chatter, and 87k others

user29375 “Favorite Hamilton”?? Who the fuck is she, she’s been gone for a decade and only now does she show up? Gold digger

tip_tapshoes oh I’m sure his DAUGHTER who probably grew up with money only wants his money… right cause that makes sense

shovin.shoeys I hope someone nabs her for an interview, I want to hear from her so so bad

knockoffcosmicbrownies Abt what?

shovin.shoeys Her life? She’s been missing from the spotlight for ten years, that’s a crazy feat

spark_in_dark actually she hasn’t been, her insta is y/n.scherzinger

ru.happy.2b.paris can we talk abt how GOOD she looks?? 100% got Lewis's fashion genes

radiant_radios

A strange comment from Lindblad, but I think he's feeling the same way we all are. Lewis Hamilton has a daughter? It seems like F1's silly season never really ended.

liked by sunsetblvd_stan, settle444, brocedes_broken_bed, and 62k others

thatdude Honestly he's real as fuck because what ???

theeeflash I honestly cant believe they were able to keep her existence under wraps for so long

linalbon Shoutout to this site that let me make custom radio messages 😛🫶

crazyngoingmad Did anyone clock how quick isack followed her after quali 😭

borderline.banked That's Lewis's number 1 fan I wouldn't be surprised if he knew already about her and didn't know her socials lol XD

bar_in_silverlake tbh I think the entire Red Bull driver academy followed her immediately lmao 😭😭

isackhadjar has followed you on Instagram!

nikola_tsolov has followed you on Instagram!

liamlawson30 has followed you on Instagram!

You have received a massive uptick of engagement with your profile in the last 24 hours.

Would you like to report fraudulent activity or take further action?

>yes< >no<

You have unblocked several users.

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3 Missed Calls from Arvid! :) >> Open Voicemail?? Transcript:

Hey, so I've been asking around, and you're, You're a Hamilton? I'm not upset, I'm just... so confused.

*sigh* I mean, I'm a little upset. Why didn't you say anything?

I know we just met but I thought... whatever.

I should've put the pieces together earlier, I mean the sponsor story seemed too good to be true, but I liked you, so I went with it, and I... I'm in the car, and I look up and I see you on the screen. 'y/n Hamilton'.

Is that your real last name? Did you just lie to me for fun?

Geez, I should've known, I should've known the food poisoning was bullshit. How long were you going to hide this from me? Forever? I work with your dad, I can't even--

Whatever. *knocking* Arvid? Media. Keep my jacket.

Call disconnected at 0:44.77

(vcarb blue = Arvid, bold = vcarb admin)

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Ringing… Arvid! :)

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail. The person you’re trying to reach is unavailable. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up.

…Arvid. Listen, I really can explain, and I promise it’s not as bad as it looks. I mean, it is. But not really!

Please, call me back. I can explain everything. Okay, bye.

Call disconnected at 0:26.57

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meddlesomemotorsport

Sonic spotted in the paddock! After being spotted on the broadcast, y/n Hamilton has been spotted rushing through hospitality by several fans. She somehow avoided reporters, though nearly running into one. When the reporter she bumped into called out to her, all she did was apologize and clarify, in fact, that "my last name is Scherzinger, not Hamilton." She was seen entering the hospitality of a team known for its baby bullish tendencies, before being spotted exiting with Lloyd, head of her father's security team. Are we watching a difficult family dynamic, or is y/n just trying to get her get back for 2021? liked by furious_and_fast, deliasduvet, knockoffcosmicbrownies, and 15k others

2021_warrior Honestly all the power to her she ran past me in like 2-3in heels idk how she didnt fall on her face

m5x426 The hamiltons obsession with red bull will live in the history books lmaoo

brewingginger Are we sure it's Red Bull though?? The tweet says "baby bullish", what if they mean racing bulls?

fish.needs.walking vcarb?? what business would she have in vcarb??

lilbrownhouse accusing her of attempting to help lewis get his 8th as if she didnt fully disown that man to that reporter i cant 😭

y/n.scherzinger 🎵 • Kyoto by Phoebe Bridgers

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even.evelyn Does this mean you're finally coming home?? liked by author ↳ y/n.scherzinger Walking the streets as we speak :)

scuderiaferrari It was a pleasure to have you in our garage, little Ham! liked by author ↳ y/n.scherzinger I'm my mother's daughter, you this comment has been deleted by the author ↳ y/n.scherzinger Thank you for having me! 🫶 ↳ thatdude I see you girl speak your truth

the.lunch.club now that i'm seeing her she REALLY looks like lewis ↳ THE.ministerofdefense It's actually lowk rlly freaky how much they look alike ↳ billionzillion deadass how did he keep her hidden for so long?? ↳ y/n.scherzinger By being an absentee 😛 ↳ THE.ministerofdefense Oh!

fantasticdolls wheres that kid that was religiously on here for like 3 weeks ↳ deliasduvet we can't talk here... email me ↳ y/n.scherzinger NOT A WORD

furious_and_fast Oh girl ur stunning

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Ringing... Mama ❤️ Transcript:

Baby, Thom and I are out for lunch, and then we'll be heading over to the airport to pick you up, okay?

Actually, about that…

y/n.

What if I bought a plane ticket to Portugal?

Portugal? Baby, what is there to see in Portugal?

Sooo... Do you remember that friend of mine in Japan?

The one you spent your entire vacation with and the cause of me having to communicate with your father more times in two weeks than we have in the past three years?

Oh, god, I should not have called—

I remember. Why Portugal?

Well... remember how I said he was a friend?

Oh, god.

Well, he's more than that.

After what? A week? Now I thought I raised you better than that.

*groan* Mom, not like that. We flirted a lot, kissed a couple times, and... Nothing came of it. I think he was going to ask me but...

When were you going to tell me? Or your father?

Well, I wasn't planning on telling Dad. I was going to tell you, and then...

And then... what?

Well, he found out who I was.

You didn't tell him who you were?

Well, he found out about Dad. And, you know, they work together.

Ah.

Uhm, and he was upset that I lied, and he’s kind of just ghosted. And you always told me to go after what I want, and I was just thinking, maybe—

You know, when I said that, I didn’t mean flying across the world.

I know! But he— I can’t explain it. But I think it’s worth it.

If I do let you go, will you be okay in Portugal?

…Can I use the credit card?

And have your alternative be sleeping on the street? Yes, baby, you can use my credit card.

Then yes. I will be okay.

And if you do this, and he doesn’t open the door?

Then, I’ll leave him alone. I guess.

Okay. Call me when you land, I’ll let your school know you won’t be in.

Really? Really mom, are you sure?

Buy that ticket before I change my mind.

Thank you so much, Mama. I owe you, I promise I won't ever again take the car.

Since when have you been taking the car?

Uhmm.. thank you, I love you mama, say hi to Thom for me! Bye!

Bye sweetheart, we will need to talk—

Call disconnected at 2:26.46

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nepobaby_news

Our newest pseudo-Kardashian has appeared in Portugal over the weekend! As spring break arrives in the City of Angels, Kim’s new step daughter has arrived in the City of Light, landing in the city on Saturday. Notably, only accompanied by one security guard. If anyone has any information about this strange spring break trip, we’re all ears! liked by user71238, chassis_chatter, and_a_basket_case, and 3.7k others

the.lunch.club doesn't that one f1 driver live in portugal??

ludens_coughs Arvid Lindblad does! hes one of the few to not live in Monaco lmao

chassis_chatter We have an idea... if everyone's okay with a couple things rq.

onajetski Step-daughter is crazy to say when the two have been publicly dating for like a month lmaooo 😭

twigbitches Geez I guess someone doesn't want to be famous

astallionfromthee dude her mom is???

bringbackyoutuberewind actin like her father isnt THE lewis hamilton

8554amy Who?

wantthatneedthat Maybe she just went on a spring break trip???

chicken.frito.pie by herself tho?? normally you’d go with your friends

user7658 Real question is why she didn’t at least go with her parents

wantthatneedthat She’s a grown adult no??

karinanotkaren since when was 18 grown 😂

no.meats Crazy idea.. what if we didn't track civilians' flights for clicks?? Crazy ik

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amil_lindblad when ru gonna be back -> arvid.lindblad ? -> why -> amil_lindblad mum has a guest over -> said she called u but i told her u were out surfing -> so here i am proof of life or wtv -> arvid.lindblad i'll be back in 20 -> amil_lindblad k ill tell mum

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deliasduvet wait y/n wdym you're lost?? -> do you need me to pick you up?? -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet Unless you can fly to Portugal rq... -> deliasduvet WHAT -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet :)

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ambitchious_adelina, deliasduvet deliasduvet Y/N SCHERZINGER -> WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU FLY TO PORTUGAL -> ambitchious_adelina DUDE WHERE TF WAS MY INVITE -> deliasduvet NOT THE POINT ADDIE -> y/n.scherzinger Guys it was in the name of love okay... -> ambitchious_adelina in the name of... -> DID YOU FLY TO PORTUGAL FOR ARVID??? -> y/n.scherzinger Maybe…. -> deliasduvet omg -> y/n when we said we wanted you to find a friend I don’t think this is what we meant -> ambitchious_adelina wait does ur mom even know u left??? -> y/n.scherzinger Of course, I called her to make sure it was okay -> ambitchious_adelina oh pls don’t do any stupid shit -> deliasduvet and go get your man ig 😭 ambitchious_adelina reacted with ‼️ y/n.scherzinger reacted with 😋

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unwet_hands girl... are you aware a certain somebody lives in Portugal... liked by y/n.scherzinger

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spectr3 Enjoy lisbon! You NEED to try pasteis de nata, they're so delicious -> y/n.scherzinger Do you know any gluten-free bakeries around? -> One of my friends My dad is gluten-free, and I want to bring some home for him edited -> spectr3 Manteigaria is a wonderful one! They specialize in them :) -> y/n.scherzinger Thank you so much! liked by spectr3

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gorgeousgioia In the name of love!! -> I wish you luck principessa -> Even if you went to Portugal instead of ITALY. -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet Come to the next race mh -> gorgeousgioia I love you, but hell no -> Unless you can get me into the Ferrari garage -> I refuse to set foot in the teal one -> the_scherzinger_pamphlet Boooo liked by gorgeousgioia

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arvid.lindblad sorry pretty girl i’ll just 🏃‍♂️ -> y/n.scherzinger Noo come back :( -> arvid.lindblad i'm refilling YOUR mug -> y/n.scherzinger Just say you hate me :( -> arvid.lindblad god forbid i want you hydrated -> y/n.scherzinger Aww you like me so bad -> arvid.lindblad don't push it -> open the door i have your mug liked by y/n.scherzinger

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petey.estee I’m sorry is that a MAN??? -> What is a MAN doing in my regularly scheduled content.

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ambitchious.adelina god u just made up with him like 2 days ago and ur already sappy asf -> y/n.scherzinger You're just upset you're the only single one in the gc now -> ambitchious.adelina yes because im sooo jealous of u and arvid and lia and that creature -> y/n.scherzinger Arv has single friends you know -> ambitchious.adelina y/n i appreciate it but i like my men pathetic not athletic liked by y/n.scherzinger

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nikola_tsolov chicken butt -> arvid.lindblad haha so funny. -> nikola_tsolov real talk tho im proud of you -> got the job AND the girl -> arvid.lindblad you next yeah? -> nikola_tsolov WHEN i win the championship -> girl in progress -> arvid.lindblad yk y/n has a friend -> nikola_tsolov theyre babies man -> arvid.lindblad not true -> her friend adelina is 19 -> nikola_tsolov . -> send -> arvid.lindblad ambitchious.adelina liked by nikola_tsolov

y/n.scherzinger 🎵 • drop dead by Olivia Rodrigo

liked by _arvidxzw_, nicole.scherzinger, brocedes_broken_bed, and 68.1k others y/n.scherzinger Girl who is gonna be okay 🫰 tagged: _arvidxzw_

nicole.scherzinger Hope you had fun baby! (We will be speaking when you land.) liked by author ↳ y/n.scherzinger Mama have I ever told you how much I love and adore you?

_arvidxzw_ those tarts were NOT gluten free liked by author ↳ y/n.scherzinger Stop I literally paid extra to get you gluten free ones.

just.a.theory OH MY GOD WELCOME BACK HAPPY GIRL liked by author

deliasduvet girl atp you're not going to graduate 😭 liked by author ↳ ambitchious.adelina girl none of us are gonna graduate ↳ y/n.scherzinger Woah guys it's spring break 🧍‍♀️ ↳ deliasduvet girl you know damn well

godblessjaneausten I wonder if Lewis knows about this??? ↳ macylikethestore Omg protective Lewis lmaooo ↳ sixteen7teen Maybe it’s none of his business??? ↳ hey_its_jo Let the girl live oh my god? liked by author

laughlobelive omg the man is back ↳ sixseven_41 everybody stay still we dont wanna scare him off

arvid.lindblad 🎵 • Good Flirts by Baby Keem (ft. Kendrick Lamar & Momo Boyd)

liked by the_scherzinger_pamphlet, silverstonecircuit, yagirlsgone, and 247k others arvid.lindblad last month. tagged: gustavoribeiro

linalbon If I said the sixth picture was one of the reasons I made this fic to begin with lmao.

the_scherzinger_pamphlet Good break? liked by author ↳ arvid.lindblad good company 👍 ↳ the_scherzinger_pamphlet I'm glad to hear it :) liked by author ↳ va1erieee GIRLL WE MISSED UUUU ↳ sixseven_41 everyone stay still. dont scare her off. liked by author

silverstonecircuit Keeping busy 🔥 liked by author

riconosberg4lyfe Tarts?? Isn’t Arvid gluten free ↳ brinityin5 gluten free bakeries do exist yk

kimisdrivinglicense that's my 🐐!!

Many thanks (and credit) to: - @uzmacchiato for this 10/10 divider. I love it actually. - Arvid, for being the 1st driver that I actually found attractive (hello 3rd celebrity crush ever) - The numerous interviews where Arvid stated that Lewis Hamilton was his idol, and it inspired this - The sheer amount of songs about Japan! I took heavy liberties with Arvid's music taste.. because I wanted songs about Japan lol. I'm fully aware that some of these songs he would never listen to. so. - Bryce from love island USA. Da everytime I saw him wearing that necklace I force myself to work on this piece a little bit.

Final Yaps: I could honestly go into a whole spiel abt the making of this story, as so many things happened and so many things got cut over time. But anyway, this is my man, has been since I saw him in FP1 in Silverstone ‘25, I love my man. But genuinely, it has been a crazy ride. I got a year older, I graduated, among several other life changes. They really hit me with the fanfic writer life, and I have never been more alive tbh lmao. But yeah. I had fun writing this! I hope you enjoyed reading it, and I’m open to any thoughts and comments. And now I’m off to maybe actually work on another wip instead of starting a new one!

[scuderia-piastri]

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WIFEEEEE ive been waiting for your ask for this one

1 — the smell inside airplanes when it’s colder with the AC on, i genuinely don’t know why and i can’t explain but it’s so you

2 — white lace !! for some reason that and you are interconnected in my mind

3 — champagne bubbles on a warm summer evening. very specific description but very much you ykwim

[norris-stereo]

see ive never been in an airplane so i'm just gonna go with it. white lace seems fitting enough, and champagne bubbles im just gonna have to go with it again! thank you for this!

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HOME WIN ― AL41 !

MASTERLIST ﹕ FIC REQUEST ﹕ INTRODUCTION

pairing . . . arvid lindblad x long!term!gf!reader

summary . . . When you finally get to attend the Silverstone GP with your boyfriend Arvid, the last thing that you'd expected that he'd win it in his rookie year. But he still does, with the help of most of the grid getting DNFs or slow stops, and you and his family are there to witness it

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . girls from pin!

alexavia yaps . . . the request said first home race win in f1 so i lwk had to sacrifice most of the grid, mb 💔 but anyway i hope you guys like this!! ALSO IT CAN BE TAKEN AS A PART TWO OF love looks pretty on you SOO YEAH IT MIGHT INCLUDE REFRENCES FROM THERE. also lets ignore how this took me a month!

yourusername

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yourusername schools FINALLY over which means summers here which means i finally get to attend f1 races 😋😋

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username1 dump ATE

username2 AWHH ARVID !!

username3 y/n FINALLY blessed us with the arvid content

username4 let's ignore arvid and focus on that DELCIOUS looking cake in the last slide

username5 UGH YESSSS

username6 and the coffee? we NEED y/n to drop the location

username7 why is her school so aesthetic i needdd

username8 HELL YEAHHH hundred and four days of summer vacation

arvid.lindblad i'll win the next race for you btw

yourusername rookie saying this btw 😂😂😂

arvid.lindblad wow okay i guess

arvid.lindblad i'll go cry in a corner

yourusername nooo don't cry your so sexy aha

yourusername elite ball knowledge required

yourusername if you don't get it click OFF my post

arvid.lindblad bit aggressive there

yourusername i only interact with awesome people

arvid.lindblad am i extra awesome

yourusername why would you be extra awesome?

arvid.lindblad because obviously i'm your boyfriend and you love me 😊😘

yourusername in your dreams buddy

yourusername keep dreaming

arvid.lindblad why'd you tell me basically the same thing twice

yourusername because they both sounded good and i wanted to say both and because i didn't know which one to say

arvid.lindblad fair enough

arvid.lindblad but you do love me tho? right???

yourusername of course i do

arvid.lindblad well in that case i love you more

yourusername no me more

arvid.lindblad nuh uh

yourusername yuh uh

arvid.lindblad kiss me if i'm wrong you love me less than i love you

yourusername OH YOU DIDN'T

yourusername come here tho

arvid.lindblad yes ma'am 🫡🫡

username9 um paddock apperance when??

username10 we need y/n content y/n please post yourself not arvid please y/n we need to see you

username11 HELP this sounds like a medieval letter or something idk 😭😭😭😭

username12 lovely pics!

username13 okay so like y/n will attend every race this summer.....right?

username14 arvid cannot possibly fight us all for this beautiful stunning gorgeous lady

yourusername real (also tysm 😘😘)

arvid.lindblad the corner WILL be seeing me cry today

yourusername NOO I'M SORRY COME BACK

arvid.lindblad and i CAN fight all of you (by running you over with my car)

username14 DID Y/N AND ARVID JS REPLY TO ME?? AND HAVE AN ENTIRE CONVO???

username15 LUCKY WTF IM JEALOUSSS

username16 yummy yummy in my tummy (the food not him)

username17 oh he ATE

username18 how is her school so aesthetic

username19 and don't even get me started on the UNIFORMS

username18 my school is lit molding 😭

username19 HELP

username20 their conversations are so funny im sobbing

arvid.lindblad

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arvid.lindblad friday = f1 weekend in my home race 💪💪🎉

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username21 the caption is taking me out 😭😭 the emojis are so funny

username22 SILVERSTONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

username23 FINALLYYY british mania

username24 the livery is acc so pretty

username25 didn't know how much i yearn for arvid in a vcarb jacket but here i am

username26 GOD BLESS BRITIAN (and arvid)

username27 GOD BLESS INDIA (and arvid)

username28 GOD BLESS SWEDEN (and arvid)

username29 peakest weekend ever this season btw

username30 one year ago nico hulkenberg FINALLY got a podium so hopefully this year it's arvid's turn

username31 MY GOATTTTTT

yourusername 𓅓𓄿𓇌 𓎼𓅱𓂧 𓃀𓃭𓅂𓋴𓋴 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓅱𓈖 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓂋𓄿𓎢𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋 𓉔𓅱𓊪𓅂 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓅃𓇋𓈖 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓎼𓅂𓏏 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓆑𓄿𓋴𓏏𓅂𓋴𓏏 𓊪𓅱𓋴𓇋𓏏𓇋𓅱𓈖 𓇋𓈖 𓊪𓂋𓄿𓎢𓏏𓇋𓎢𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓎼𓅂𓏏 𓊪𓅱𓃭𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓅃𓇋𓈖 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓂋𓄿𓎢𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋 𓉔𓅱𓊪𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓂋𓄿𓇋𓈖 𓏏𓄿𓈎𓅂𓋴 𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓎢𓅱𓅓𓊪𓅂𓏏𓇋𓏏𓅱𓂋𓋴 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓎼𓅂𓏏 𓆑𓇋𓂋𓋴𓏏 𓅓𓄿𓇌 𓎼𓅱𓂧 𓄿𓈖𓋴𓅃𓅂𓂋 𓅓𓇌 𓅃𓇋𓋴𓉔𓅂𓋴 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓅓𓄿𓇌 𓎼𓅱𓂧 𓄿𓃭𓋴𓅱 𓎼𓂋𓄿𓈖𓏏 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓃭𓅲𓎢𓈎 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋 𓅃𓇋𓋴𓉔 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓏏𓅱 𓃀𓅂 𓆑𓅱𓂋𓏏𓅲𓈖𓄿𓏏𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓅂𓈖𓏏𓇋𓂋𓅂 𓅃𓅂𓅂𓈎𓅂𓈖𓂧 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓃀𓅂𓋴𓏏 𓂋𓄿𓎢𓅂 𓅂𓆯𓅂𓂋 𓅱𓈖 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓂋𓅱𓅱𓈎𓇋𓅂 𓇌𓅂𓄿𓂋 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋 𓄿𓃭𓋴𓅱 𓉔𓅱𓊪𓅂 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓅃𓇋𓈖 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓉔𓅱𓅓𓅂 𓂋𓄿𓎢𓅂 𓇋𓈖 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓂋𓅱𓅱𓈎𓇋𓅂 𓋴𓅂𓄿𓋴𓅱𓈖 𓅓𓄿𓇌 𓎼𓅱𓂧 𓄿𓈖𓋴𓅃𓅂𓂋 𓅓𓇌 𓊪𓂋𓄿𓇌𓅂𓂋𓋴

arvid.lindblad ....what the fuck?

yourusername translate it then talk 🤬🤬🤬

arvid.lindblad OKAY OKAY

arvid.lindblad okay wait that's actually really sweet thanks my love you are the light of my life i love you SOOOOOO much ☺☺🤍🤍💗

pepemartiofficial i translated it and its just a bunch of HORRIBLE HORRID HORRIFYING grammar

yourusername who invited you??

pepemartiofficial OUR boyfriend

yourusername no

olliebearman I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT SAYS I CAN'T FIND A TRANSLATOR

pepemartiofficial it said, and i quote "may god bless you on this race and i hope you win and get the fastest position in practice and get pole and win the race and i hope the rain takes out your competitors and you get first may god answer my wishes and may god also grant you luck and i wish for you to be fortunate this entire weekend and have the best race ever on your rookie year and i also hope you win your home race in your rookie season may god answer my prayers" in all caps too

olliebearman interesting.....

pepemartiofficial indeed

yourusername okay now PISS OFF you two from MY comment

arvid.lindblad and MY post btw

yourusername that is true

pepemartiofficial FINE OKAY

olliebearman curiosity killed the cat but in my case curiosity killed the bear

yourusername that's nice ollie so GO SHOO BYE

olliebearman shoo is CRAZY

yourusername you gotta do what you gotta do

arvid.lindblad y/n at this point just comment a new comment

yourusername good idea let me think of something

arvid.lindblad can't wait....?!

username32 CUTIEEEEE

username33 the vcarb vid he and liam filmed yesterday was so funny i hope they do one again today

username34 ARVID UPLOADED A SELFIE OF HIM AND Y/N THAT MEANS Y/N PADDOCK APPERANCE

username35 FUHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

username36 bro he needs to pull the GREATEST lock in of all time

username37 lwk if he isn't in the points i'll cry i'm not even joking atp

username38 GOATVID>>>>>

yourusername hi lol

arvid.lindblad hey?

yourusername u da real hey

arvid.lindblad thanks i guess

yourusername hi can you stop

arvid.lindblad stop WHAT exactly

yourusername being such a cutie 😘😘😉😉✌💪💗💓👅😁🤩🤫👀🥰😈🤤😍😍☺♥😝😛

arvid.lindblad wtf

arvid.lindblad i don't even have words for this

yourusername see i left you speechless

arvid.lindblad sure love whatever you think

yourusername i crumbled and combusted and died btw

arvid.lindblad why

yourusername because you look so handsome and then call me love and expect me to act normal 💔💔💔

arvid.lindblad stop making me blush do you even see YOURSELF??? i'd combust and die if you even spared me a glance let alone be MY GIRLFRIEND and LOVE ME

yourusername tsk tsk tsk you should be like shakespeare in sonnet 130

arvid.lindblad what

yourusername nothing babe

yourusername this is VERY elite ball knowledge so if you get it you get it and if you don't then YOUR LOSS

arvid.lindblad my loss i guess

yourusername NO come here i'll explain it's so funny

yourusername okay maybe not that funny

yourusername BUT IDC COME TO THE VCARB HOSPITALITY RN

arvid.lindblad running 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

yourusername i will be waiting for your arrival.

arvid.lindblad okay siri

yourusername sybau

arvid.lindblad i apologise profusely my beautiful lady

yourusername apology denied come over QUICK

arvid.lindblad why denied 💔💔

yourusername DON'T ask questions just RUN

arvid.lindblad OKAY OKAY

username39 interesting convo....

username40 y/n & arvid are couple goals ngl

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f1 after getting p2 and p4 in fp2 and fp3 respectively, arvid lindblad races his vcarb to p6 in quali! spectacular result for the young rookie who is racing his first season and his best one yet in fp2, fp3 and quali 🏆🏎💪

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username49 in front of him are the two mclarens, and the two mercedes', and max 💔💔💔

username50 well max said theres a 99% chance he gets a new suspension after that collision with pierre so he's prob gonna start from the pitlane

usernamre49 so then arvid will prob be p5 right?

username50 mhm

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username53 f1 FINALLY posting arvid content after like 10 races

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username55 UGH YESSSS

username56 no

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username58 is WHAT

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username60 rainstorm approachinggg

(A/N: guys PLEASEEE get this fic some attention bc this live timing thing and grid classification and highlights took me like an hour and a half of researching and writing so PLEASEE blow this up <3 and PLSS read the section too i BEG YOU IT TOOK ME AGESS! TYSM FOR READING THO!)

2026 F1 QATAR AIRWAYS BRITISH GRAND PRIX LIVE TIMING

FORMATION LAP: Oracle Red Bull Racing driver Max Verstappen has suffered a loss in his P2 result in qualifying and will be starting from the pitlane. This promotes Lando Norris, George Russell, Andrea Kimi Antonelli, and Arvid Lindblad to P2, P3, P4, and P5 respectively. This is it for our top 5, meanwhile the rest of the grid move up one place all the way until P19, all lining up behind Oscar Piastri who is today's polesitter.

LAP 3: MoneyGram Haas driver Oliver Bearman reports raindrops falling on his visor approaching Turn 15. Conditions remain dry elsewhere on the circuit for now.

LAP 7: Light rain has begun falling in Sector 3 and is expected to drift toward the start-finish straight within the next few laps. Teams monitoring closely.

LAP 12: INCIDENT. Franco Colapinto loses control on the exit of Stowe and crashes heavily into the barriers. Lance Stroll collects Colapinto's detached front wing and suffers suspension damage. Both drivers retire from the race.

LAP 14: SAFETY CAR DEPLOYED. Marshals clear debris as rain intensity increases. Several frontrunners pit for intermediate tyres.

LAP 15: Mixed fortunes in the pitlane! McLaren delayed during a double stack, while Mercedes report an issue fitting George Russell's front left tyre, costing valuable time.

LAP 18: GREEN FLAG. The field resumes racing. Andrea Kimi Antonelli momentarily steps out of line at Luffield but regains control. Arvid Lindblad holds position cleanly, reporting improving grip.

LAP 22: RELIABILITY STRIKES. Fernando Alonso pulls off on the Hangar Straight with a loss of power. The Aston Martin is retired.

LAP 24: LEAD BATTLE. Lando Norris runs wide at Becketts on a drying but slippery track. George Russell moves through, but Lindblad follows immediately as Norris struggles for traction on worn intermediates.

LAP 27: Russell pits early for slick tyres as a dry line appears. However, low temperatures catch him out, forcing him to back off after a slide at Vale.

LAP 28: NEW RACE LEADER. Arvid Lindblad stays out and inherits the lead of the British Grand Prix. Calm radio traffic from the rookie as he manages the crossover conditions.

LAP 32: CRASH. Nico Hulkenberg loses his rear footing exiting The Loop and hits the barriers. Safety Car deployed once again.

LAP 35: RESTART. Lindblad times it perfectly and pulls clear into Turn 1. Antonelli follows in P2, with Piastri recovering to P3 after earlier pit delays.

LAP 44: Multiple drivers reporting severe tyre degradation after extended stints. Further slow stops in the midfield as teams struggle to adapt strategies after earlier chaos.

LAP 48: With half the original field retired and the rest managing damage or worn tyres, Lindblad maintains a controlled lead, consistently hitting his marks and avoiding mistakes. Andrea Kimi Antonelli falls to P7 as a slip and slow stop cost him time.

LAP 49: 3 LAPS TO GO. Arvid Lindblad leads the British Grand Prix. Oscar Piastri has moved up to P2, closing gradually as the track continues to dry. Max Verstappen runs in P3 after a strong recovery drive from the pitlane start. George Russell is P4, managing tyre wear after a long final stint. Lando Norris holds P5, reporting rear instability in the closing laps.

LAP 52 / 52: CHEQUERED FLAG. Arvid Lindblad wins the British Grand Prix in his rookie Formula 1 season. A composed, mistake free drive amid extreme pressure and strategic confusion delivers a historic result at Silverstone.

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RACE CLASSIFICATION:

P1 LIN (VCARB) - 52 Laps P2 PIA (McLaren) – +6.8s P3 VER (Red Bull Racing) – +11.4s P4 RUS (Mercedes) – +14.9s P5 NOR (McLaren) – +18.3s P6 LEC (Ferrari) – +22.7s P7 ANT (Mercedes) – +31.5s P8 HAM (Ferrari) – +34.1s P9 HAD (Red Bull Racing) – +41.9s (front wing damage) P10 ALB (Williams) – +45.6s

P11 GAS (Alpine) – +1 Lap P12 OCO (Haas) – +1 Lap P13 BOT (Cadillac) – +1 Lap P14 LAW (VCARB) – +1 Lap P15 BEA (Haas) – +2 Laps P16 PER (Cadillac) – +3 Laps

DNF HUL (Audi) – Lap 32 (Crash, Luffield) DNF BOR (Audi) – Lap 40 (Mechanical) DNF ALO (Aston Martin) – Lap 22 (Power unit) DNF STR (Aston Martin) – Lap 12 (Collision damage) DNF COL (Alpine) – Lap 12 (Crash, Stowe) DNF SAI (Williams) – Lap 23 (Gearbox)

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RACE HIGHLIGHTS:

Only 16 official finishers due to accidents, reliability issues, and weather related problems

Lindblad becomes the youngest winner of the British Grand Prix in Formula 1 history, winning the race in his rookie season

Verstappen recovers from pitlane start to podium finish

McLaren secure double top 5 finish despite pitlane delays

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#needthat | oscar piastri

synopsis: y/n is a popular influencer who was invited on a brand trip to the miami gp. there, a particular driver catches her eye and she takes to her private account to fangirl a little, where he can't see... right?

pairing: oscar piastri x influencer!y/n

genre: crack & fluff - smau

fc: random pinterest baddies

note: hii first post! was lowkey fighting for my life formatting all of this and it came out super long but i hope you enjoy!! <3

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yn.ln i love u miami. thank u sm for having me 😚

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user1 you are gorgeous!

f1 Thanks for joining us! ❤️ | liked by yn.ln

user2 queen of the paddock i guess 😛

user3 literally wish i was you omg

user4 yn and lando in the same place????? my worlds are colliding

-> user5 ikr i was gagged 😭😭😭

-> user6 brb reading yn x f1 driver fanfics lol

-> user5 @/user6 real af drop the links

user6 <33

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ynupdates Y/n spotted at the Miami GP! She posted, confirming she had been gifted the trip by Formula 1.

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user7 ahh this is such a crazy crossover

-> user2 i couldn't believe my eyes bro

-> user5 i hope she got to meet some of the drivers 🤭

-> user2 @/user5 yearning to see their interactions or whatever

user3 this is the content we deserve

user8 they just invite her to anything these days what

-> user1 someone's mad she got the invite and they didn't

user9 drop the hair routine lowkey 🙏

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ynupdates Y/n has created a new, private twitter account, which was made public briefly yesterday. We wonder what she's been posting 👀.

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user1 i just missed it 😭😭😭 i wanna see what shes been posting

-> user3 ikk im so annoyed

user2 i saw someone on tiktok saying she was talking about an f1 driver

-> user3 omg no i have to know???

-> user5 wait i saw that too, i wonder which one tho 🫠

-> user6 you are actually feeding my delusions rn omg @/ynupdates pls confirm

-> ynupdates @/user6 While our account has not been accepted by Y/n yet, we do accept submissions from fans so if anyone is on the account, they can send us screenshots.

user4 so all of us are just sitting in her requests fr

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oscarpiastri Another race down. Thank you everyone! 🧡

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user1 Amazing as always

user3 smashing it!!!

user4 the racing gods blessed you fr this time 🥹

-> user3 finallyyy he deserves it

yn.ln congrats!! 😚 | liked by oscarpiastri

-> user6 ariana what are you doing here????

-> user7 HUH

-> user5 giggling to myself because im on her priv so this makes perfect sense

-> user2 this NEEDS to happen.

-> user3 oscar likeddddd 🤭🤭

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ynupdates It seems Y/n has a little crush on Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri 👀. She has made numerous tweets about him on her private account and even commented on his recent post! (Thank you to those who sent in screenshots).

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user3 THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN MISSING???

user6 nooo whoever sent these is lowkey a snitch

-> user2 girl please y/n made that comment publicly 😐

user1 oscar liked her comment too ... new ship?? 🤭

-> user2 this is actually my dream couple i can't even lie

user6 i don't know if i want to be him or be with him

yn.ln .... 😀

-> user4 GIRL 💀💀💀

-> user5 i love u but u are literally a public figure 😭 it was going to be exposed eventually

-> user2 brb making edits of you and oscar...

-> ynupdates Sorry! I promise we love you!!!

user6 do not let any f1 fanpages hear this im scared

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yn.ln you ain't got no mrs, but you got a sports car.

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user3 THE CAPTION pls

-> user4 in the words of ms tate mcrae herself 😛

-> user1 her acting so nonchalant on the main is sending me lmfao

oscarpiastri I do have a sports car actually | liked by yn.ln

-> user8 WJEBJDUXKDWHSHDJS

-> user5 oh my god. im floored

-> user3 HELPPO WTFFF

-> user7 this is what the people wanna see!!!!!!! holy shit

ynupdates 👀👀👀

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yn.ln perfect day <3

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user1 omg no way

user2 is that who i think it is?????? PAUSE

user6 SHE MANIFESTED THIS.

-> user4 literally so jealous

-> user2 this is actually everything to me

user7 ur so gorgeous im

user9 someone tell ynupdates immediately

user5 what was your exact prayer word for word???

[jes12321]

pretty boy

partial smau

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

content: NASCAR!reader, she/her reader, reader wears a dress (not described), down bad lando, background oscar/reader friendship, y/n not used outside of username, other drivers mentioned

fc: pinterest girlies and susie wolff bc i love her

a/n: let's pretend for two seconds that the any of these races line up whatsoever :) also let me know if you want a pt ii this was a lot of fun to make

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the pictures in the posts are placeholders! reader is not physically described! imagine whoever you like!

[yn_ln54] can't wait to get back in the car this weekend 💪

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[user0] not the casinos! we talked abt this

⤿ [yn_ln54] you know your girl left with the exact same amount of cash she walked in with 💅

[user1] @/ynuser54 have you seen the post??

⤿ [user2] no way she has

[user3] is this the girl lando was talking abt? mid

⤿ [user4] who even are you???

⤿ [user5] get outta here with that shit

⤿ [user6] booo

⤿ [user7] boooo

⤿ [yn_ln54] booo

[yn_ln54] what the hell y'all talking about??

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Las Vegas, baby! What? Did you expect him to stay in the hotel and sleep through the night? After a podium finish? When he could be getting drunk and/or laid. Well, the plan had been for and, but you changed things. Because he saw you before he even ordered his first drink. Stepping away from a group and moving toward the bar. And that dress. If you look this good in it, Lando desperately needs to know what you look like out of it. So he approaches. 

It’s subtle. Cool. Totally normal. Lando just slides into the seat next to you. And on most nights, that’s all it takes. People either know who he is or they see his face and decide his name doesn’t really matter. But you don’t even blink, waiting somewhat impatiently for the bartender to notice you. It’s kind of adorable, how you tap your foot against the sticky floor. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” He finally says, loud enough for you to hear over the thumping bass. You don’t flinch, and Lando suddenly realizes you knew he was here. You were just ignoring him. The thought makes a traitorous smile begin to grow on his face. 

You turn to look at him slowly, squinting a little as your eyes move up and down. Then your face settles into something smug and you grin. 

When you open your mouth, he expects it to be a response. Something snarky, he can already tell. Except, you’re turning toward the bartender and ordering “the most expensive drink you can make” from the bartender who seems to have finally noticed your existence. 

“And put it on his tab.” You point a thumb back at Lando, making that stupid grin on his face grow wider. The bartender pauses before holding out his hand for the card. Lando slides it over with a grin.

“Anything for you.” He whispers. You roll your eyes, clearly unmoved. “Come on? Nothing?”

“I make it a point not to be impressed by pretty little Formula drivers.” Your voice is smooth. The bartender returns, large glass in hand. It looks suspiciously like he poured every top shelf liquor into one glass and gave it a lazy stir, but you don’t even hesitate before taking a sip. You nod slowly, reaching out to grab the bartender’s hand. Lando is honestly a little surprised he doesn’t pull away. “Wonderful. Thank you again, Danny.”

“Wait, you know him?” He pauses, then, in the same exact tone. “Wait, you think I’m pretty?”

It shouldn’t be a shock. Not really. Lando knows he’s pretty. And handsome. And hot. It’s not narcissism. He just has eyes. But you haven’t reacted to him at all, so to hear you say it out loud. He wants to hear it again. Just a little. 

Danny walks away and you grin, winking once before sliding off the booth. “He’s my cousin. I get free drinks.” 

“You didn’t answer my other question.”

You pause, huffing a little as he has absolutely no reaction to your little reveal. As if any drink you bought could be enough to dent his bank account. He grins, hopping off of his stool to land right in front of you. But nothing. No reaction. Just a stare from your beautiful eyes.

“Sure.” You shrug. Like it’s a fact you know and are very unimpressed by. Sure, the sky is blue. So what? Big whoop. 

And Lando…Lando grins. Smiles so wide his cheeks hurt a little. And he hasn’t even had a single drink yet. Because you showed up and thoroughly derailed every single plan and thought he’d ever had. It’s fun. 

“Alright, alright.” Lando raises his hands in surrender and takes half a step back. He thinks your shoulders drop just a millimeter. He doesn’t mention it. “Can I at least get a name? You clearly already know mine and that feels quite unfair.”

You study him less like a man and more like a bug beneath a microscope. He’s being cut open under your gaze and he never wants you to look away.

“Try watching some racing other than yours, pretty boy.” You say, smirking around your straw. He can’t even respond before you’re disappearing into the crowd.

[lando] anyone know where i can find @/yn_ln54, she's not answering my dms 🥺

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[charles_leclerc] delete this right now

[user8] lando norris interested in nascar??? what is the world coming to?

⤿ [user9] we are living in the best timeline

⤿ [user 3] we are living in the worst timeline

[georgerussel63] do you hate me? be honest

⤿ [lando] :)

[user10] lmao not lando trying and failing to get into her dms

⤿ [ynuser54] what a nerddd

⤿ [lando] @/ynuser54 why are you so mean to me

[yn_ln54] check ur dms now comment deleted

[user11] lol yn deleting her comment right away

⤿ [user12] we saw that, girl!

⤿ [user13] guys they might just be friends

The car pulls to a stop in front of your hotel and you both sit there for a minute, breathing in the silence. Lando speaks first, palms sweaty against his jeans. He really shouldn’t be so nervous. This exact scenario has happened with lots of other women. But he doesn’t want it to end the same. So he switches it up a bit.

“Mind if I walk you to your door?” He grins, trying to look cheeky. He only manages to look so horribly in love that you actually laugh. A bright, sharp thing. 

“Just to my door?”

“Just to your door.”

You pause like you’re considering it. Like you have anything to lose from letting Lando follow you through the hotel like a lost puppy. Then you shrug, kicking open your door. “I guess chivalry isn’t dead.” But you say it with a grin so sharp Lando wonders if you really mean it at all. He’ll take what he can get. 

“Milady,” He says, loudly, obviously, playing into the part of a chivalrous suitor. You roll your eyes but take his arm (after an honestly embarrassing scramble around the hood of the car to reach your door before you can fully climb out). You also laugh. 

The walk through the lobby is slow and Lando can’t help the way his chest puffs out just a little. Because he has you on his arm. Literally. A few patrons still milling around in the lobby seem to look twice at him. Recognizing him from somewhere. But they either can’t quite place Lando’s face or they don’t care enough to pull out their phones and take a picture. So the journey across the open lobby to the elevator is a success. Lando absently pats your hand where you hold his arm. 

He watches, perhaps with a bit too rapt of attention as you push the fourth floor button. Lando’s eyes study the curve of your fingers, memorizing the motion and the number. He does the same as you dig into your purse for your keycard, committing the room number to memory. Just in case. Not tonight, though. He was serious about just walking you to your door. He wants to do this right. Not just a hookup. Maybe something more. 

The door beeps as you swipe your card. You turn the handle, pushing it open. Then, you look back. Over your shoulder. You turn. And suddenly you’re kissing him. Hand gripping the collar of his silk shirt, probably wrinkling and pulling at the fabric. Lando couldn’t care less, melting into the kiss. It’s a clash of mouths. Lips pressing together, moving in tandem. Teeth clacking every other second, a symphony of need that Lando has to consciously ignore. And tongues. Your tongue marrying his in a sinful dance. He wants to swallow you whole. 

Lando pushes you back, just enough to press his forehead to yours, breathing quick. “Just to your door.” He says, low and careful. 

“Well, thank you for walking me.” You step back but you’re grinning. Lando is almost sure he looks twice as wrecked as you. At least. But he lets you go, clearing his throat for something to do. And then, because you hate him, you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. Just a brush of lips against skin. It makes Lando’s heart beat twice as fast, somehow more intimate than the full-on makeout session. 

“You’re welcome.” Lando’s voice comes out breathless and a little shaky. Your grin turns into a satisfied smirk and you wave one more time before shutting the door between you two.

[yn_ln54] first formula 1 race, wasn’t bad. this idiot didn’t win tho, so only a 7/10 (and i suppose a congrats to @/maxverstappen1)

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[lando] where did you even get those pictures!!

⤿ [yn_ln54] i never reveal my sources 🤐

[user13] um. so i was wrong

[oscarpiastri] you didn't post the picture with me :(

⤿ [yn_ln54] pls forgive me for this grave sin 🙏

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⤿ [yn_ln54] for what exactly???

⤿ [lando] to watch one of your races

⤿ [yn_ln54] oh have you not checked your email lately?

⤿ [user15] lmao

“I thought it was the Indy 500.” Lando says and it immediately earns him a sharp elbow right in his ribs. You glare at him so sharply he thinks it might actually cut him open. He probably wouldn’t mind. 

“Daytona 500, idiot. Indy 500 is open wheel. Like your car.”

“I know what open wheel means.” He huffs, but you’re grinning again. And your hand is wrapped in his. Like it belongs there. It kinda does. Because anytime you’re close enough, Lando grabs you. Has to hold onto you like you’ll disappear if he looks away for too long. If he’s not holding you, his knuckles are brushing against yours. Or his knee bumps you under the table. Max says it’s embarrassing how much Lando likes you. Lando thinks he’s fine with that as long as you’re still standing within reach. 

The track is hot. Lando has been to Florida before. He’s sat in his hot McLaren and driven entire races through the Florida heat and humidity. But he usually has on his cooling vest. And about a bazillion fans. And he’s not trying to squeeze through a crowd that doesn’t seem to recognize or care who he is. You just drag him along, seemingly unaffected. 

You pull and pull until you stop and Lando’s chest slams right into your back, making you stumble. A few mechanics chuckle around him as you jab your elbow into his ribs. Again. 

“Here she is.” You say grandly, like you’re revealing your prized possession to him. Allowing him to see something so special to you. And you are. Because your car sits there, bright and covered in a myriad of sponsors. Lando is suddenly glad his car has so little surface space. Then he sees your number. 54 in bold, slanted numbers. The paint sparkles a little and Lando can’t help his smile. God, you like glitter. He wants to kiss you so bad. So he settles for kissing your knuckles and leaning in close to speak low to only you.

“She’s beautiful.”

Your cheeks darken just enough for him to notice and it hits him in the chest at first. He made you blush. You. All confidence and teasing. He made you blush. Lando can feel the words on his tongue, just sitting there. He desperately wants to say them. Wants to prove this moment is real. And then you’re laughing. Soft and bright and god Lando needs to kiss you right now or he’ll actually die. Just wither away on the asphalt and blow away like a pile of dust. He doesn’t settle this time. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. It’s quick. Soft. Chaste, even. But Lando has no idea how open you are about displays of affection. About how much you want to make out with your not-quite-boyfriend in front of your coworkers. He pulls back before he can’t anymore. 

It still earns a couple whistles from around the garage. Lando blushes. You don’t. You smile and squeeze his hand one last time. Because you are promptly dragged away for pre-race meetings and interviews and prep and Lando understands. It just feels odd to be the one waiting.

But when you finally return for longer than a half-second glance from across the garage, the wait is worth it. You’re in your race suit, balaclava pulled on, helmet under your arm. You look like a racer. That focused glint in your eye. He almost doesn’t want to disturb you. Break that steely focus. You’re the one that waves first and Lando decides that’s as much as an invitation as he needs to step closer. Close enough to tug on the balaclava gently, straightening it. Close enough to let his fingers trace the edge where your cheeks puff out. Somebody yells something and you step back. Lando lets you. Because you have a race. 

“What? No good luck kiss?” You tease, voice muffled by the helmet. Lando smiles. Not a cheeky grin or a smirk. Just a smile stretched across his face as he leans in and kisses the helmet, right over your lips. He’s always thought it was cute when the other drivers’ girlfriends did that. And now here he is, apparently fulfilling a fantasy he didn’t think applied to him. When he pulls back, he can see the smile in your eyes.

“Wait, why didn’t I get a good luck kiss?”

“You didn’t ask?” You shrug, but you’re grinning. He can hear it. 

“Next time.” He says, a little petulant and a little pouty before leaning in and kissing your helmet again. “Promise?”

“Promise.” And your voice is so soft Lando can hardly believe you’re real. And almost his. “Maybe you’ll actually win.”

“Oi!” Lando tries to sound indignant, but you’re both laughing, leaned into each other like flowers to the sun. 

When someone finally calls you away, the moment doesn’t shatter. It softens just enough to be gently separated. The emotion split cleanly in half, still warm. It melts slowly as you climb in the car. It dissolves into one last look out your window at Lando before you pull out of the garage.

[yn_ln54] third place!!! first podium, baby! let’s gooooo

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[user17] yes!!! so proud of you girl!

[yn_ln54] they let me drive the car 🙂‍↕️

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[lando] heyyyyy

⤿ [yn_ln54] i'm a professional driver, so its okay for me

⤿ [lando] ???

[oscarpiastri] wanna join mclaren we could use a driver

⤿ [lando] im literally right here

⤿ [yn_ln54] @/oscarpiastri i appreciate the offer, but nascar is my one true love

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[alltoolewis]

Honeybee- Lando Norris

Summary- You and Lando have been together for 6 months and things couldn’t be going better however when comments online and your thoughts of him leaving you one day gets to a new extreme you can’t help but to break down causing a long awaited confession!

Notes- I love this one so much and if you can’t tell Olivia Rodrigo’s new album is my new writing inspiration! Hope you ove this one as much as me xxx

The thing about falling in love with Lando Norris is that it happens in increments so small you don't realize you're drowning until you're already under.

It starts with the little things. The way he insists on walking you home every single time, even when you tell him it's unnecessary, that you've walked these Monaco streets a hundred times before, that you'll be fine. He just shakes his head with that boyish smile and says, "I know you will be, but I want to." And then his hand finds yours in the dark, fingers lacing together like they were designed to fit that way, and suddenly the ten-minute walk becomes the best part of your night.

Or the pet names. God, the pet names. You'd never been one for them before—they always felt forced, saccharine, like something people did because they thought they were supposed to. But when Lando calls you "angel" in that soft voice of his, usually right before he kisses you goodbye, or "bee" when you're buzzing around his apartment tidying things he's left scattered about, or "pretty girl" whispered against your temple when he pulls you close—it doesn't feel forced at all. It feels like he's seeing something in you that you've never seen in yourself.

You've been together for a few months now. Not long enough that you've stopped feeling butterflies when his name lights up your phone. Long enough that you've started keeping a toothbrush at his place, that he knows how you take your coffee, that comfortable silences have become just as precious as conversation.

Long enough that you've fallen completely, irrevocably in love with him.

And that's the problem, isn't it? Because somewhere between the late-night walks and the way he absentmindedly plays with your fingers when you're watching movies and the sound of his laugh echoing through his apartment, you've given him the power to absolutely destroy you.

The thought sits in your chest like a stone, growing heavier each day.

You try not to think about it. You try to just be present, to enjoy what you have while you have it. But then you'll be scrolling through your phone and see another comment—‘She's cute but let's be real, how long will this one last?’ or ‘Another month, maybe two. He gets bored easily’ or worse, the ones that pick apart your appearance, your ordinariness, the way you're so obviously not model-gorgeous or Instagram-perfect or whatever it is they think Lando Norris should be dating.

You know you shouldn't read them. Lando's told you as much, has cupped your face in his hands and said, "They don't know you, angel. They don't know us." But the words burrow under your skin anyway, feeding the fear that's already there.

Because what if they're right? What if one day he wakes up and realizes he could have anyone—someone more exciting, more beautiful, and you're just the girl he dated for a few months before he figured that out?

The thought makes you feel sick.

Tonight, you're at his place for dinner. Nothing fancy—he'd ordered from that Italian place you both love, the one that makes the carbonara he's obsessed with. The Monaco sun is setting through his floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in shades of amber and rose gold, and Lando is sitting across from you at his dining table, gesturing animatedly as he tells you a story about Oscar.

"—and I swear, he just looked at me with that completely straight face and said, 'Mate, that's a bin, not a toilet,' and I was like, 'I know that, I'm not an idiot,' but honestly, bee, I was so tired I genuinely wasn't sure for a second—"

You should be laughing. It's a funny story, and he's doing his Oscar impression, which is always terrible and always makes you giggle. His eyes are bright with amusement, his hair still damp from the shower he'd taken before you arrived, wearing that soft grey hoodie you love because it makes him look cozy and touchable and yours.

Yours.

Except he's not, is he? Not really. Not in any permanent way. Not in any way that means he won't wake up one day and decide this has run its course.

The realization hits you like a physical blow—not a new thought, but the weight of it suddenly unbearable. If you lost him, if he left, if this ended, it would break you. Completely. Irreparably. You've never felt this way about anyone, never been so consumed by another person that the thought of their absence feels like losing a limb.

And he's sitting there, beautiful and bright and entirely unaware that you're falling apart, telling you about Oscar and the bin, and suddenly you can't breathe properly because how did you let this happen? How did you let yourself fall this hard for someone who could leave at any moment?

You feel it before you can stop it—the hot sting of tears, the way your vision blurs. You blink rapidly, trying to force it back, but it's too late. A single tear spills over, tracking down your cheek.

Lando stops mid-sentence.

"Hey." His voice changes instantly, all the laughter draining out of it. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You shake your head, swiping quickly at your face. "Nothing, I'm fine. Sorry, keep going—"

But he's already moving, his chair scraping against the floor as he pushes back from the table. In two strides he's beside you, and then he's kneeling—actually kneeling on the floor beside your chair—and his hands are reaching for yours.

"Angel." His voice is so soft it makes your chest ache. "Talk to me. What happened?"

His thumbs are stroking over your knuckles, and you can feel the warmth of him, smell his cologne—something clean and cedar-like that you've come to associate with safety. You can't look at him. If you look at him, you'll completely fall apart.

"It's stupid," you manage, your voice thick.

"If it's making you cry, it's not stupid." He squeezes your hands gently. "Come on, honey. Tell me."

There's something about the way he says it—patient and concerned and so genuinely worried—that cracks something open inside you. You take a shaky breath, then another, trying to find the words.

"I just—" Your voice breaks. You try again. "I was listening to you talk, and you were so happy, and I just... I realized that if I ever lost you, I don't know what I'd do."

His hands tighten on yours. "Lost me? What do you mean?"

"I mean when you—" You have to stop, swallow hard against the lump in your throat. "When you get bored. When you realize you could do better. When this ends."

"When this—" He sounds genuinely confused. "Why would you think this is going to end?"

And that's when it all comes spilling out, messy and incoherent and probably pathetic, but you can't stop it now that it's started.

"Because it always does, doesn't it? And I know what people say online, I know I shouldn't read it but I do, and they're always talking about how I'm just another girlfriend, how you'll move on eventually, and maybe they're right because look at you—" You finally meet his eyes, and the concern in them almost undoes you completely. "Look at you, Lando. You're you. And I'm just... me. And I like you so much—I think I might even be more, and that terrifies me because what happens when you wake up one day and realize I'm not special enough or interesting enough or pretty enough—"

"Stop." His voice is firm, but not harsh. He releases one of your hands to cup your face, his thumb catching the tears still falling. "Stop, please."

You try to look away but he won't let you, his hand gentle but insistent on your jaw.

"Is that really what you think?" he asks quietly. "That I'm going to leave you?"

You can't speak, so you just nod.

Something flashes across his face—hurt, maybe, or frustration, or both. He takes a breath, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer.

"Come here."

He stands, gently pulling you up with him, and then his arms are around you and he's holding you so tightly you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, and he just holds you like that for a long moment, letting you cry into his hoodie.

"I'm sorry," you mumble against his chest. "I'm sorry, this is so stupid—"

"It's not stupid." His voice rumbles through his chest. "If you've been feeling like this, it's not stupid at all. I just—" He pulls back slightly, enough to look down at you, his hand moving to cup your face again. His eyes are so green in the fading light, searching yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "I hate that you've been scared. I hate that I didn't realize."

"It's not your fault—"

"Let me finish." His thumb strokes across your cheekbone, so tender it makes you want to cry all over again. "Those people online? They don't know anything about us. About you. They see what they want to see, and they make up stories because that's what people do. But they're wrong."

"Lando—"

"They're wrong," he repeats, more firmly. "Because I'm not going anywhere. And you're not just 'another girlfriend.' You're—" He stops, seeming to struggle for words, and you can see something shift in his expression. A decision being made. "You're everything."

Your heart is pounding so hard you're sure he can feel it.

"I've never felt like this about anyone," he continues, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Never. And it scares me too, if I'm being honest, because I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to go wrong, but it doesn't. It just keeps getting better. You keep getting better. Every day I learn something new about you and it just makes me—"

He stops again, and this time when he looks at you, there's something raw and vulnerable in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"I love you."

The world stops.

You forget how to breathe.

"What?"

"I love you," he says again, and his voice is steady now, sure. "I'm in love with you. I have been for weeks, probably, but I didn't want to scare you off by saying it too soon. But if you're sitting here thinking I'm going to leave, thinking you're not enough—" His other hand comes up so he's cradling your face in both palms, and his eyes are so intense you feel pinned in place. "Then I need you to know. I love you. Not just like you, not just care about you—I'm completely, stupidly in love with you."

You can't speak. Can't think. Can't do anything but stare at him as his words sink in, rearranging everything you thought you knew.

"You love me?" Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

"So much it's actually kind of terrifying," he admits with a shaky laugh. "I think about you constantly. When I'm at the track, when I'm doing media stuff, when I'm supposed to be focusing on literally anything else. I see something funny and my first thought is 'I need to tell her about this.' I can't sleep properly when you're not here. And those walks home?" His thumb brushes across your lips, so gentle it's almost reverent. "I insist on them because it means I get ten more minutes with you. Because I'm not ready to say goodnight yet. Because holding your hand in the dark is genuinely one of my favorite things."

A sob catches in your throat, but this time it's not from fear.

"I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner," he continues. "I'm sorry I let you doubt this, doubt us. But I need you to understand something, okay?" He waits until you nod before continuing. "I'm not going anywhere. This isn't temporary for me. You're not temporary for me. And I know I can't control what people say online, but I can promise you that they're wrong. You're not just enough—you're everything I didn't know I was looking for."

"Lando." His name comes out broken, and then you're crying again, but it's different this time. Relief and joy and overwhelming love all tangled together.

"I love you too," you manage. "I love you so much."

His smile is like the sun breaking through clouds. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You laugh through your tears. "I was so scared to say it. So scared that if I admitted it out loud, it would make it real, and then it would hurt more when—"

"When nothing," he interrupts gently. "There's no when. There's just us, okay? For as long as you'll have me."

"That might be a really long time," you warn him, and he grins.

"Good. I'm counting on it."

And then he's kissing you, soft and sweet and tasting like salt from your tears, and you're kissing him back with everything you have. His hands slide from your face to your waist, pulling you closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair the way you know he likes.

When you finally break apart, both slightly breathless, he rests his forehead against yours.

"No more doubting," he murmurs. "No more being scared. If you ever feel like that again, you tell me immediately, okay? Because I can't fix it if I don't know."

"Okay," you whisper.

"And for the record?" He pulls back just enough to look at you properly, his eyes soft. "You are special. You're interesting. And you're so beautiful it actually distracts me sometimes, which is really inconvenient when I'm trying to do important things like drive at 200 miles per hour."

You laugh, swatting his chest. "Now you're just being ridiculous."

"I'm being honest." He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips. "I love your laugh. I love the way you scrunch your nose when you're concentrating. I love that you always steal my hoodies and then pretend you didn't. I love how you remember little things I tell you, like how I don't like mushrooms or how I'm superstitious about my left sock going on first. I love—" He stops, shaking his head with a smile. "I could keep going but we'll be here all night."

"I wouldn't mind that," you say softly.

"No?" His smile turns playful. "Not even though our dinner's probably cold now?"

You glance over at the table, at the forgotten pasta and the wine you'd barely touched. "We can reheat it."

"Or," he says, his arms tightening around your waist, "we could order something else later. Much later."

"What did you have in mind for now?"

Instead of answering, he just kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, and you let yourself sink into it. Let yourself believe it. That he loves you. That he's not going anywhere. That this beautiful, bright, wonderful person has chosen you, and keeps choosing you, and will continue choosing you.

When he eventually pulls back, he's smiling that soft smile that's just for you, the one that makes him look younger and impossibly sweet.

"I really do love you, you know," he says quietly. "In case that wasn't clear."

"It was pretty clear," you assure him, your own smile so wide it almost hurts. "But I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I love you, angel."

"I love you too."

He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips again, quick and playful. "Come on. Let's go reheat dinner and you can tell me all the other things you've been worried about so I can systematically prove them all wrong."

"That might take a while."

"Like I said—" He takes your hand, lacing your fingers together the way he always does, and leads you toward the kitchen. "I've got time. All the time in the world."

And looking at him, at the way he's smiling at you like you hung the moon, at the way his thumb is tracing absent patterns on the back of your hand, you finally let yourself believe it. This isn't temporary. This isn't something that's going to end the moment you let your guard down.

This is real.

Later, after you've reheated the pasta and eaten it curled up together on his couch, after he's told you he loves you approximately seventeen more times like he's making up for lost time, after you've kissed him until you're both dizzy with it—you find yourself tucked against his side, his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest.

"Hey, bee?" he says softly, his fingers playing with your hair.

"Mm?"

"Thank you for telling me. About being scared. I know that couldn't have been easy."

You tilt your head to look up at him. "Thank you for... everything else. For saying what you said. For meaning it."

"Always going to mean it," he promises. "You're stuck with me now."

"Good," you whisper, settling back against his chest. "That's exactly where I want to be."

His arms tighten around you, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks. "Me too, pretty girl. Me too."

And for the first time in months, the fear that's been sitting in your chest like a stone finally dissolves. Because he loves you. He actually loves you. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough to believe in.

No—not maybe.

Definitely.

Outside, Monaco glitters in the darkness, the same streets you've walked together dozens of times. Tomorrow, he'll probably insist on walking you home again, even though you're likely going to end up staying the night. He'll hold your hand in the dark and call you angel and kiss you goodnight like you're something precious.

And you'll let him, because you finally understand what you have.

Something rare. Something special.

Something worth holding onto with both hands and never letting go.

[verstarris]

ANYONE BUT YOU!

The Maldives was supposed to be a dream honeymoon for Max and Pietra. Unfortunately, thanks to a seafood disaster and one non-refundable booking, it turned into a “nightmare” for you and Lando Norris.

pairing. Lando Norris x fem! reader.

warnings. romance, humor, slow burn, fake dating -ish, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, 14k words. food poisoning; mention of throwing up. profanity, pet names. inspired by book the unhoneymooners by christina lauren.

soundtrack. non-refundable!, an official playlist.

THE WEDDING WAS PERFECT. 

Too perfect—the kind of perfect that practically dares the universe to ruin it out of spite. And honestly, you should’ve known something was coming the moment the string quartet hit that suspiciously angelic high note.

At first, it was subtle. A couple of guests slipped off the dance floor, one by one, like they’d suddenly remembered they left the oven on at home. Someone else excused themselves with the kind of tight smile people wear when they’re trying not to vomit in public. Another guest went pale enough to blend into the tablecloth before disappearing entirely. Nobody panicked. It was a wedding. People drink too much. People overheat. People make questionable choices.

You didn’t think twice about it.

Because why would you? Everything was beautiful. Magical. Soft and glowing and full of love.

Well—except for one glaring exception.

Lando Norris.

Max’s best friend. His best man. The human equivalent of a migraine wrapped in a tux.

He was somehow still laughing, still talking, still managing to irritate you from across the room without even opening his mouth. It was a talent, really. You thought he was smug, insufferable, and entirely too pleased with himself for someone who hadn’t contributed anything meaningful to society except chaos and a few podiums.

As for what he thought about you?

You didn’t care. Truly. Deeply. Profoundly.

(And if you repeated that enough times, maybe one day it would even feel true.)

The only downside to Pietra marrying Max was the unfortunate, unavoidable reality that Lando Norris was now a permanent fixture in your life. A recurring character. A long-term problem. A headache with a lifetime warranty.

The thought alone made your skin crawl in a way that felt almost personal.

The weirdest part wasn’t the disappearing guests or the suspiciously pale groomsman who nearly face‑planted into the cake. No, the weirdest part came when you realized you hadn’t seen Pietra in… a while.

At first, you brushed it off. She was a newlywed. Newlyweds vanish. It’s practically a wedding tradition. Maybe she was touching up her makeup. Maybe she was having a moment with Max. Maybe she was hiding from Lando, which would be completely understandable and honestly relatable.

But something felt off.

Pietra wasn’t the type to disappear without a word, especially not from her own reception—the event she’d planned down to the color of the napkin rings. And the longer you went without seeing her, the more that uneasy little knot twisted in your stomach. It wasn’t panic yet, but it was definitely panic‑adjacent.

So, for your own peace of mind, you pulled out your phone and called her.

The line rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then it connected.

“P? Where are you? Are you okay?”

There was a pause—the kind that immediately tells you the answer is no.

When she finally spoke, her voice was thin and shaky, nothing like the glowing, ecstatic bride you’d been celebrating with an hour ago.

“Can you come to our room?”

That was it.

No explanation. No reassurance. No “don’t freak out.”

Just those six words.

The call ended a second later, leaving you staring at your phone like it had personally offended you.

And suddenly, that uneasy feeling in your stomach sharpened into something much closer to full‑blown panic—the kind that makes your heart thump too hard and your brain start listing every possible worst‑case scenario in alphabetical order.

Because if Pietra sounded like that on her wedding night, something was very, very wrong.

You hurried through the hotel hallway, moving as fast as your heels would let you—which, unfortunately, was not very fast at all. Your phone was still in your hand, screen glowing with the last call, and you were so focused on Pietra’s shaky voice replaying in your head that you didn’t even look up when you turned the corner.

Which is exactly why you slammed straight into someone.

“Ow!”

You stumbled back, clutching your phone like it might soften the impact. And then you looked up.

Of course.

Of course it was Lando Norris.

Because why wouldn’t the universe add insult to injury.

He steadied himself, then gave you a once‑over that somehow managed to be both annoyed and judgmental, like you’d personally offended him by existing in his path.

“Watch it,” he said.

“You watch it,” you shot back, because you refused to let him have the last word. Not tonight. Not ever.

You pointed a finger at him, ready to continue the argument you two had apparently been having since the day you met—but then you both reached for the same door handle.

Pietra and Max’s room.

You froze.

He froze.

“What the fuck are you—”

Before either of you could finish, a voice croaked from inside the room. Weak. Miserable. Dramatic in a way only one person could manage.

“Stop flirting and come in! Both of you!”

Max.

Or, more accurately, whatever was left of Max. 

Lando grimaced so hard it looked painful. “If he says that again, I’m going to be sick.”

He shot you a look—the kind that said this is your fault somehow—before pushing the door open.

Honestly?

You felt the same way.

Instead of dignifying him with a response, you rolled your eyes so hard it was practically a workout and followed him inside.

Whatever was happening inside the room looked like something straight out of a low‑budget horror movie—the kind where you already know half the cast won’t make it to the sequel.

The wedding? Completely forgotten. Pietra’s dress was crumpled in a sad little heap on the floor, like it had given up on life. Max’s tux jacket was draped over a chair in a way that suggested he’d either thrown it or collapsed out of it. Hard to tell.

Pietra was curled up on the bed, pale and miserable, clutching a pillow like it was the only thing anchoring her to this world. Max sat hunched over at the table with his head in his hands, breathing like someone who had seen things. Terrible things. Things he would never emotionally recover from.

“For newlyweds, you two look horrible,” Lando observed, because apparently he felt the need to narrate the obvious.

As if the scene didn’t already scream we are dying.

“You have no idea,” Pietra groaned, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Never eating seafood again,” Max muttered into his palms.

You frowned, stepping further into the room. “What happened?”

“The seafood happened,” Pietra said weakly, like the words themselves were painful.

Max lifted his head just enough to confirm it. “It was bad. Everyone’s sick.”

“Everyone?” you repeated, because surely this couldn’t be as dramatic as it sounded.

“My parents are sick. Pietra’s cousins are sick. Half the wedding is sick.” He swallowed hard, face twisting. “I think I’m gonna thr—”

“Okay, mate, we get it,” Lando cut in quickly, hands up like he was warding off a demon.

Neither of you needed the visual.

A heavy silence settled over the room—the kind that comes right before someone admits something truly stupid.

And then Lando, because he physically could not help himself, added,

“I told you seafood was a terrible idea.”

Max slowly lifted his head, eyes dead, soul gone. “Not helping.”

“Just saying.”

Of course he was.

Suddenly, a thought hit you—sharp and obvious, like the kind of realization you really should’ve had ten minutes earlier.

You turned to Lando, narrowing your eyes.

“If everyone ate the seafood… why aren’t you sick?”

He looked at you like you’d just accused him of kicking puppies for fun. His whole face twisted, offended on a spiritual level.

“I hate seafood,” he said, dripping with disgust. Like it was common knowledge. Like it was printed on his passport. Like you were personally stupid for not knowing his dietary preferences.

Before you could roll your eyes hard enough to sprain something, he pointed right back at you.

“Could ask you the same. Why aren’t you sick?”

“I’m on a diet,” you said with a shrug, as if that explained everything.

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked far too pleased with himself as he looked toward Max.

“See? This is what happens when you order seafood even though half your guests don’t even eat it.”

“You two don’t mean half the guests,” Pietra muttered from the bed, rolling her eyes so weakly it was almost impressive she managed it at all.

“Well—but that’s not why you’re here,” Max started.

The tone in his voice shifted. Instantly. Like someone had dimmed the lights and added ominous background music.

This wasn’t a joke anymore.

Even Lando went quiet—which was honestly the most alarming symptom in the room.

“We can’t go on our honeymoon,” Max said weakly. “We literally can’t even stand, let alone fly to the Maldives.”

Pietra raised a shaky hand from the bed, like she was giving sworn testimony. “Also… it’s non‑refundable.”

As if that somehow made the situation more tragic.

Which, unfortunately, it did.

“And?” you asked slowly, because you already didn’t like where this was going. “What does that have to do with us?”

Max glanced at Pietra.

Then at you.

Then at Lando.

Then back at you.

“Since you’re the only ones who are able to go…”

No.

No, no, no.

Absolutely not.

Your stomach dropped so fast it felt like missing a step on the stairs.

Did they just—

Did they seriously just—

“Absolutely not,” Lando cut in immediately, shaking his head so hard his curls bounced.

For once, you agreed with him.

Violently.

Because there was no universe—none—where you and Lando Norris should be sent on a romantic, luxury honeymoon together.

Which, of course, meant that was exactly what was about to happen.

No.

No, absolutely not.

Your stomach dropped so fast you felt it in your toes. They weren’t actually suggesting this. They couldn’t be. This had to be a fever dream caused by secondhand seafood fumes.

For once, you were perfectly aligned with him. A rare, terrifying moment of unity.

But Max wasn’t done.

“It’s a private villa,” he said, voice wobbling. “Some newlywed activities—”

You stared at him like he’d just confessed to a crime. “Did you hit your head while eating the seafood too?”

Because that was the only explanation. Truly. The man had lost brain function. You were going to wake up any second now. Maybe you’d fall off a chair and snap back into the correct timeline. Or maybe you should hit your head and skip straight to the part where none of this was happening.

“It’ll go to waste if you don’t go,” Pietra added, sounding both tragic and dramatic, which was impressive considering she looked like she might faint at any moment.

Lando let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Then let it go to waste. Problem solved.”

“Good thing we’re not asking you,” Max said, ignoring him completely. “We’re telling you.”

Silence fell over the room.

Not the normal kind.

The bad kind.

The kind that meant decisions had already been made without your consent.

“I already called the resort,” Max continued, like he was ripping off a Band‑Aid. “We told them we’re sick and can’t go. But our—also freshly married—friends will go instead of us.”

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

No.

No.

Absolutely no.

What the actual fuck.

This had to be illegal. Or a prank. Or a shared hallucination brought on by the cursed seafood poisoning half the hotel.

Max was clearly too exhausted to keep talking. Pietra, unfortunately, was not. She pushed herself up just enough to finish his sentence, her voice thin but determined.

“We just changed the names,” she said, like that explained anything at all.

You stared at her, waiting for the part where she clarified. She didn’t.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Pietra smiled—weakly, proudly, and completely out of touch with reality. She looked like she might faint at any second, yet somehow she still had the nerve to look pleased with herself.

“From now on, you’re Mr. and Mrs. Norris!”

The words hung in the air like a bomb that hadn’t decided whether to explode or not. Too cheerful. Too final. Too insane to process.

For a moment, nobody reacted. The room went still, like even the walls were trying to understand what she’d just said.

Then everything reacted at once.

“I hope you’re fucking kidding,” Lando said, voice flat and sharp.

“No,” Pietra replied immediately, not even blinking.

“I’m not going anywhere with her,” he snapped, pointing at you like you were the problem.

“I’m not going anywhere with him,” you shot back at the exact same time, because if he was pointing, you were pointing too.

Silence fell again—heavy, miserable, the kind that made you want to walk straight into the ocean.

Max didn’t even lift his head. He just groaned into the table like he’d accepted his fate and yours.

Pietra sighed, sounding far too calm for someone who had just detonated your life. “Well,” she said, “good thing it’s already done.”

And just like that, your nightmare didn’t just have a name.

It had a reservation.

A villa.

A flight to the Maldives.

And a husband you didn’t even like.

When the realization finally settled between you and your apparently new husband, all you could do was let out a long, exhausted groan—the kind that came from deep in your soul, the kind that said I did not sign up for this. It was the only reaction your brain could manage. Your thoughts were basically just static and disbelief.

Lando, on the other hand, had plenty of energy left to complain.

“Mate, I love you,” he said, turning toward Max with the dramatic flair of someone delivering a eulogy, “but right now I hate you so much.”

Max didn’t even lift his head. He didn’t argue. He didn’t defend himself. He just sat there, hunched over the table like a man who had accepted every bad decision that led him to this moment.

Pietra gave a weak little wave from the bed, like she was blessing a doomed union. “You’ll thank us later,” she mumbled, which was bold for someone who looked like she might pass out mid‑sentence.

Lando exhaled sharply, then looked between you, Max, and Pietra with the expression of a man who had lost all hope in humanity. “Enjoy your free honeymoon,” he said flatly. A beat. “Lovebirds.”

You and Lando turned to each other at the exact same time.

“No.”

It came out perfectly synchronized—same tone, same disgust, same absolute refusal. If you weren’t so horrified, you might’ve been impressed.

And for the first time all night, even Max looked slightly amused. His mouth twitched, just barely, like he wanted to smile but didn’t have the physical strength to commit to it.

Which was great.

Fantastic.

Wonderful.

At least someone was enjoying the beginning of your shared nightmare.

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The moment you stepped off the boat, you regretted not eating the seafood too. Honestly, at least then you’d be back at the hotel, curled up on a bathroom floor, dramatically begging for death like everyone else. Instead, you were here—in paradise—with the one person who could make even the Maldives feel like a punishment. You were at that stage of life where you would genuinely prefer food poisoning over spending any time alone with Lando Norris. And that said a lot.

The Maldives were gorgeous, of course. The water was so turquoise it looked fake, the sand was blindingly white, and the palm trees swayed like they were performing for a commercial. Everything around you was warm and soft and perfect, the kind of place people saved up for years to visit. It should have been paradise. It should have been peaceful. It should have been romantic.

But then there was the idiot standing next to you.

Lando looked around with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, somehow managing to look annoyed despite being surrounded by literal postcard scenery. His expression said he’d rather be anywhere else. You hoped he was regretting this as much as you were. Preferably more.

A pair of resort employees approached with bright, excited smiles—the kind of smiles people only have when they have no idea what kind of disaster they’re dealing with.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Norris! Congratulations on your honeymoon.”

Your eye twitched so hard you were surprised it didn’t fall out. If one more person called you that, you might actually swim back to the mainland.

“Thanks,” Lando said smoothly, flashing them one of his signature smiles like he hadn’t spent the last 48 hours insisting he wasn’t going anywhere with you.

You shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass.

What happened to I’m not going anywhere with her?

He caught your glare and shrugged, all innocent and useless.

Traitor.

Not wanting to be rude to the only people here who hadn’t personally ruined your life, you forced a polite smile. Before you could correct them—or scream—one of the employees picked up your suitcase with cheerful efficiency.

“Come with us,” she said brightly. “We’ll show you your villa.”

The walk to the villa was painfully, almost comically silent. Not a single word passed between you. You stared straight ahead like you were being marched to your doom. Lando did the same, jaw tight, hands shoved in his pockets, looking like he was being forced to attend his own funeral. The two resort employees leading the way kept glancing back at you both, probably wondering what kind of honeymooning couple walked like they were on their way to court.

Eventually, one of them cleared her throat, clearly trying to break the tension before it swallowed all four of you whole.

“I’m sorry about your friends.”

You blinked, pulled out of your internal spiral. Right. Max and Pietra. The actual newlyweds. The ones currently dying in a hotel room.

“Yeah,” you said. “It sucks.”

“They were very upset when they called,” she continued gently. “But they seemed happy that you two could still enjoy the honeymoon.”

You nearly tripped over your own feet.

Happy.

That was certainly one way to describe it. Delusional was another. Criminally optimistic was a third.

Beside you, Lando made a noise—something between a laugh and a strangled groan. Honestly, it could’ve been either. Or both.

“And how long are you two married?”

You froze.

Well.

Eh.

You didn’t exactly have a script for this. You didn’t know whether to lie, tell the truth, or throw yourself into the ocean and let the fish sort it out.

Before you could decide, Lando spoke.

“Two months.”

You whipped your head toward him so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Lando didn’t even look at you. He just kept walking beside you like he hadn’t casually invented an entire fake marriage timeline out of thin air. No hesitation. No shame. No warning. Just two months tossed into the universe like it was a normal, reasonable answer.

The employee beamed at the both of you, completely fooled.

“How lovely! Newlyweds.”

“Yeah,” Lando replied smoothly, slipping into the role like he’d been practicing in the mirror. “Still getting used to it.”

You stared at him, your brain short‑circuiting.

Still getting used to it.

Still. Getting. Used. To. It.

Was he insane? Was he actually insane? Because that was the only explanation for the confidence with which he delivered that line. You caught the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—the smallest hint of amusement, like he knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying every second of your suffering.

The bastard was enjoying this.

“Oh, absolutely,” you said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile so stiff it could’ve cracked. “Every day is a surprise.”

Lando finally glanced at you, and for a split second, you saw it—the spark of amusement in his eyes, the quiet little I’m having fun and you can’t stop me glint.

You hated it.

You hated him.

The villa was ridiculous.

Not just nice—insultingly nice. The kind of nice that made you question every choice you’d ever made in your life. The terrace stretched out over the water like it was showing off. There was a glass slide straight into the ocean, an infinity pool that blended into the horizon, an outdoor shower, two separate bathrooms (mercifully), and enough space to host three families, a wedding, and maybe a small cult.

It was paradise.

And you hated that you were seeing it with him.

The second the employees left, you spun toward Lando.

“What the hell was that?”

Lando dropped his bag onto the floor like he owned the place. “What was what?”

“‘Two months’?” you repeated, voice rising. “Where did you even get two months from?”

He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Sounded believable.”

“Believable?”

“What was I supposed to say?” he shot back. “‘Actually, we’ve known each other for years and can’t stand one another, but our friends got food poisoning and sent us on their honeymoon instead’?”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it. and opened it again.

“…Well, maybe not like that.”

“Exactly,” he said, like he’d just won a debate on national television.

“That doesn’t mean you get to invent an entire marriage!”

“Oh, come on,” he said, already wandering deeper into the villa like a man on vacation. “It’s harmless.”

“Harmless?”

“Yes.”

“You made me your wife.”

Lando paused mid‑step and turned, looking genuinely confused.

“You already were my wife.”

The room went still. You stared at him. He stared back.

Three long, painful seconds passed.

Then something flickered across his face—realization, horror, embarrassment, all at once.

“Oh.”

Your eye twitched. “Oh?”

“Okay,” he winced, “that sounded worse out loud.”

“You think?”

“I mean she called you Mrs. Norris first. She made you my wife,” Lando tried to defend himself.

Before you could continue tearing him apart, a knock interrupted you.

Both of you froze.

The door opened immediately—because apparently privacy was optional here—and one of the resort employees peeked in with an apologetic smile.

“Oh! Sorry, one more thing.”

You instinctively stepped away from Lando like he was radioactive. He noticed. Of course he did. The employee didn’t.

“Your first romantic dinner is at eight tonight.”

Silence.

“What?” you said.

“Romantic dinner,” she repeated cheerfully. “On the beach. Just the two of you.”

You slowly turned your head toward Lando.

He turned toward you. Then both of you turned back to her.

“We don’t need—”

“Wonderful!” she cut in. “See you at eight!”

The moment she left, you pushed open the bedroom door.

And immediately stopped. Of course.

Of course there was one bed. Not just any bed—one large, perfectly made, aggressively romantic bed positioned directly in front of the ocean like it was trying to prove a point. Rose‑petal energy without the actual petals. The kind of bed that practically whispered consummate something.

You just stared at it, frozen in place.

Lando leaned against the doorframe, peered inside, and let out the most dramatic sigh you’d ever heard.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “There’s really only one bed in this big‑ass villa?”

“Well obviously,” you snapped. “It’s a honeymoon villa, dumbass.”

“Right,” he muttered, like the universe had personally wronged him.

Silence settled between you—thick, awkward, the kind that made everything feel ten times worse. You could practically hear the ocean outside judging both of you.

Then Lando nodded toward the bed with the seriousness of someone offering a noble sacrifice.

“I’ll happily take the floor,” he announced.

You blinked.

Once. Twice.

“Wow,” you said. “Generous of you.”

Then you turned fully toward him, crossing your arms. “I’m going to be kind and let you take the couch in the living room. You’re absolutely not sleeping in the same room as me.”

“Right,” he said slowly, glancing toward the living room. “The couch.”

He nodded like he was processing a complicated mathematical equation.

“I should’ve thought about that earlier.”

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The restaurant was somehow even more ridiculous than the villa—which felt almost impossible, but here you were, living proof that the universe had a sense of humor and it wasn’t a kind one.

A table for two sat directly on the sand, candles flickering in the warm evening breeze while waves rolled onto the shore like they’d been hired for ambience. Fairy lights hung from the palm trees overhead, glowing softly against the darkening sky. Music drifted through the air, gentle and warm, the kind that made everything feel softer than it actually was.

And you…

You looked beautiful. A yellow summer dress, light and easy, catching the breeze just enough to move with you. Your hair had settled into soft waves, brushing your shoulders every time you turned your head. You definitely hadn’t taken extra time to get ready because of your “husband.” Absolutely not. That would be ridiculous.

It looked like a scene from a romance movie.

Unfortunately, you were starring in it with Lando Norris.

The hostess smiled as she pulled out your chair, glowing with the kind of joy only people who believe in love have.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Norris. We hope you have a magical first dinner as newlyweds.”

You forced a polite smile, the kind that felt like it might crack if you held it too long.

“Thank you.”

Lando matched your expression perfectly, like he’d been trained for this exact moment.

“Very kind of you.”

The hostess practically melted on the spot.

“Oh, you two are adorable.”

The second she walked away, both of your smiles dropped so fast they might’ve left dents in the sand.

“She called us adorable,” you muttered.

“She also called us married,” Lando replied, sounding personally offended.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

And for a moment, the two of you sat there in the middle of paradise, united only by mutual suffering.

You reached for the bread basket.

At the exact same moment Lando did.

Your hands collided in the middle of the table, a sharp little smack that made you both freeze. You pulled yours back instantly, like touching him might give you a rash.

“Watch it,” you muttered.

“You watch it,” he shot back, just as fast.

Before either of you could escalate, a waiter appeared beside the table carrying what looked like a tropical explosion in a glass—flowers, fruit, colors that didn’t exist in nature.

“For the honeymoon couple!” he announced proudly.

He set it down between you.

One glass.

Two straws.

A crime.

You and Lando stared at it like it had personally insulted you.

“No,” you both said at the same time.

“Oh, it’s complimentary!” the waiter beamed, completely missing the mutual horror, and vanished before you could protest.

Silence settled over the table again, warm and heavy like the night air.

“Well?” Lando said.

“Well what?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“So am I.”

Another long stretch of stubborn quiet passed—thirty seconds that felt like a challenge neither of you wanted to lose.

Finally, you both leaned forward at the same time.

And immediately bumped foreheads.

“Ow!”

You rubbed the spot, wincing, while Lando leaned back with a glare sharp enough to cut through the candlelight.

“Could you be any more dramatic?”

“You literally ran into me.”

“You ran into me.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re annoying.”

The argument fizzled out only because you both leaned in and took a sip of the drink at the same time—careful this time, no forehead injuries—and neither of you dared admit it tasted incredible. Sweet, cold, perfect. A tiny piece of heaven in the middle of your personal hell.

The appetizers arrived a few minutes later, carried by a waiter who looked like he’d been waiting his whole life to serve a honeymoon couple. Every time he or anyone else walked by, you and Lando transformed instantly into the world’s most convincing romantic pair. It was almost impressive how fast the switch flipped.

“So, darling,” Lando said with a smile so bright it could’ve powered the fairy lights above you, “would you like the lobster?”

“No, sweetheart,” you replied just as sweetly, matching his tone like you’d rehearsed it. “You know I don’t eat seafood.”

The waiter’s face lit up.

“How lovely.”

The moment he walked away, your smile dropped. You kicked Lando under the table.

“Ow!” he hissed, jerking his leg back.

“Don’t call me sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me darling.”

“You started it.”

“You kicked me.”

“Good.”

Another waiter approached, moving carefully across the sand as if he were carrying something sacred. He placed two plates in front of you with a soft smile.

Steak and fries. Finally.

Separate plates.

Thank God.

You sat up a little straighter, almost relieved enough to forget who you were sitting with.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, her smile warm and hopeful, like she genuinely wanted your night to be perfect.

You returned it, stretching your own smile so wide your cheeks started to ache. “Everything’s perfect.”

Beside you, Lando nodded with the enthusiasm of a man who had fully committed to the bit. “Best honeymoon ever.”

The waiter beamed, delighted. “We’re so happy to hear that. Enjoy your evening!”

She walked away, leaving the two of you alone again—candles flickering, waves rolling in, the whole scene soft and romantic in a way that felt almost cruel.

The second the waiter disappeared, your foot shot out under the table and connected with Lando’s shin again. Maybe you were provoking him. Maybe you weren’t. Maybe the universe was simply guiding your leg. Either way, you weren’t about to admit anything.

He jerked back, glaring at you like you’d personally ruined his life.

“Can you fucking stop?”

“Stop lying.”

“You’re the one smiling.”

“I’m being polite.”

“You look psychotic.”

“Because of you.”

Lando stabbed another fry with his fork, then looked up at you with a confidence he absolutely did not deserve.

“You know,” he said, leaning back slightly, “for someone who supposedly hates me, you’ve been looking at me all evening.”

You scoffed, loud and sharp.

“Could say the same about you.”

And that was the first time since arriving that he actually went quiet.

Because you had noticed.

The little glances he kept sneaking across the table.

The way his eyes lingered a second too long before he looked away.

The absent-minded way he wet his lips whenever he was thinking.

The way he kept shifting in his seat like he was trying not to stare at you too openly.

None of it meant anything.

Obviously.

You weren’t delusional.

Still, something flickered across his face—something quick, something he tried to hide—before he straightened again.

“You’re imagining things,” he said.

“Am I?”

He held your gaze for a beat too long.

“Trust me,” he said, voice low and annoyingly confident. “If I was staring, you’d know.”

Your heart did something incredibly inconvenient—a tiny jump, a tiny skip, the kind of reaction you immediately wanted to throw into the ocean. You grabbed your glass instead, lifting it like it could physically reset your brain.

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he replied, reaching across the table to steal one of your fries like he had every right to, “you haven’t left.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That was my fry.”

He took a slow, deliberate bite. “Tastes better when it’s yours.”

You kicked him under the table. Hard.

He hissed, jerking his leg back. “Jesus—are you trying to break my leg?”

“Debatable,” you said, taking a calm sip of your drink like you hadn’t just committed violence.

Lando rubbed his shin under the table, glaring at you like you’d personally ruined his evening. “You’re a violent wife.”

Your mouth twitched before you could stop it. “You’re an annoying husband.”

A beat passed—warm, tense, too quiet.

Then he leaned back slightly, smirk tugging at his mouth, eyes glinting in the candlelight.

“You realize if you break my leg, you’d have to take care of me, sweetheart?”

You didn’t even blink.

“I’m gonna throw up.”

His smirk widened, slow and smug, like he’d been waiting for that exact reaction.

And the worst part?

Your heart did that inconvenient little jump again.

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The morning started peacefully. Too peacefully. The kind of peaceful that made you suspicious, like the universe was holding its breath before dropping something heavy on your head.

You and Lando sat at the breakfast table like two people who had agreed to a temporary ceasefire. No shin‑kicking. No dramatic sighs. No sarcastic comments sharp enough to cut through the tropical air. Just quiet eating, the soft clink of cutlery, and the occasional scroll through your phones.

Almost normal.

Almost comfortable.

Then Lando opened his mouth.

“We’re going golfing,” he said casually, not even looking up, biting into a pastry like he was reading the weather report.

“No.”

That one word snapped his attention up instantly. He blinked at you, confused, like he’d never heard the word before.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean I hate golf.”

“That’s not a valid reason.”

“It’s a very valid reason.”

He sighed dramatically, like you had personally ruined his entire morning, his week, and possibly his life.

“I can’t play alone.”

“You absolutely can.”

“I can’t.”

You narrowed your eyes. He was lying. Badly. A man who drove cars at terrifying speeds for a living could absolutely survive a solo round of golf.

“You race cars for a living.”

“And?”

“You can function independently.”

He ignored that completely, like you hadn’t spoken at all.

“We’re going. It’s already booked.”

“I didn’t agree to this.”

“You’re my wife,” he said flatly.

You froze.

Slowly lifted your head from your plate.

Stared at him like he’d just confessed to murder.

“I’d rather swim back than be your wife.”

“From the Maldives?”

“Especially from the Maldives.”

He opened his mouth, probably to say something smug, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“And I’d make it.”

He snorted. “You’d get eaten by a shark.”

“Better than golfing with you.”

Twenty minutes later, you were standing in the golf club lobby anyway. You still weren’t sure how it happened. One moment you were saying no, the next you were being dragged into a shuttle like a hostage. Against your will, obviously. Completely against your will.

Lando was at the counter, talking to the staff like he owned the place, arranging equipment and carts as if this was his idea of a perfect morning. He looked relaxed, confident, annoyingly at his element.

You slipped away toward a small souvenir shop tucked beside the path.

Just for a moment. Just to breathe.

Inside, everything was glossy, overpriced, and aggressively tropical. Shelves full of shell necklaces, handmade bracelets, tiny carved wooden animals, and bright fabrics that probably cost more than your entire suitcase. The kind of things tourists bought when they were sun‑drunk and sentimental.

Then you saw it. A necklace.

A simple one—a thin cord with a small carved turtle pendant hanging from the center. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t dramatic. It was just… cute.

You picked it up, letting the pendant rest in your palm. It made you smile before you could stop yourself.

You flipped the tag over and your smile died instantly.

You frowned. Hard.

“You like it?”

Lando’s voice came from behind you.

You jumped slightly, turning to see him leaning in the doorway, holding two golf clubs in one hand and the cart keys dangling from the other. He looked annoyingly casual, like he hadn’t just snuck up on you.

“It’s cute,” you said, “but the price is not cute.”

“How much?”

You held it up for him to see.

He squinted, leaned in a little, then let out a laugh—loud, surprised, real.

“Jesus Christ. That’s the price of the whole honeymoon.”

You huffed. “Exactly.”

You placed the necklace back carefully, almost gently, like it had personally betrayed you but you didn’t want to hurt its feelings. Way too expensive for something that would end up tangled in a drawer anyway.

“Be right back,” you said, already backing away from him. “Bathroom.”

“Don’t get lost,” he muttered without looking up.

“Try not to choke on your ego,” you shot back, turning before he could respond.

The bathroom was exactly what you expected from a place like this—unnecessarily fancy, spotless, and scented with something soft and expensive you’d never be able to justify buying in real life. You lingered longer than you needed to, letting the quiet settle over you. It wasn’t the bathroom you needed. It was the break from him.

When you stepped back out, the sun was brighter, the air warmer, and Lando was still near the shop.

Except… something was off.

He wasn’t doing anything dramatic. He wasn’t pacing or fidgeting or causing chaos. He was just standing there, a little too still, a little too focused on nothing. And the second he saw you, his eyes flicked up fast, scanning you like he was checking for something.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you walked toward him.

“Nothing,” he said too quickly.

That was worse. Lando never said nothing quickly. If anything, he usually dragged it out just to annoy you.

You frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m just waiting.”

“For what?”

He shrugged, already turning away, heading toward the golf carts like the conversation bored him. “Nothing.”

You watched him for a moment, trying to figure out what that tiny shift in his expression had been. Something flickering behind his eyes. Something he clearly didn’t want you to notice.

But you decided you didn’t care enough to dig into whatever weird Lando thing this was.

Probably just him being annoying.

You followed him anyway, even though you told yourself you weren’t following him at all—you were just walking in the same direction.

Coincidentally.

Obviously.

The golf course looked like it had been designed specifically to humiliate you. Endless stretches of perfect green, artificial lakes sparkling in the sun, and way too much open space for you to miss shots in front of strangers. It was beautiful in a smug, taunting way.

Lando, unfortunately, looked right at home.

“Okay,” he said, handing you a club like he was already regretting every life choice that led him here. “Just don’t hit anyone.”

“I’m going to hit you.”

“You’re not strong enough.”

That alone made you swing harder than necessary.

The ball went approximately nowhere. It hopped. Maybe. Barely.

Silence.

Then Lando clapped once.

Slowly.

“Fantastic.”

“It moved,” you said defensively.

“Barely.”

“It moved.”

He shook his head, stepping up beside you with the confidence of someone who had been waiting all morning to show off.

“Okay, watch and learn.”

You crossed your arms. “Impress me.”

He didn’t even bother hiding the smirk. It stretched across his face, warm and smug, like he’d been born for this moment.

“One day you’re going to have to admit I’m good at something.”

“Not likely.”

He swung.

Perfect form. Perfect sound. Perfect shot.

The ball sailed clean across the course, cutting through the air like it had been personally trained by God.

Of course it did.

You hated that. You hated how easy he made it look. You hated the way his shoulders relaxed after the swing, the way he exhaled like he’d just done something casual instead of showing off in front of you.

“Show-off,” you muttered.

Lando didn’t even look at you. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”

“It’s not jealousy. It’s disappointment.”

“In me?”

“In the universe for letting you be this confident.”

He finally turned, leaning on his club like he had all the time in the world, like he wasn’t actively ruining your morning.

“You know, for someone who keeps insulting me, you’re very invested in my performance.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not,” he said easily. “Just observing.”

“Stop observing. It’s creepy.”

“You started it.”

“I did not start it.”

“You literally tried to hit me ten minutes ago.”

“That was character development.”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re insufferable.”

“A perfect match, then.”

You shot him a sharp look.

“Don’t get delusional. This is a forced golf situation, not a personality assessment.”

He stepped closer—not much, just enough to make the air feel warmer—lowering his voice like he was letting you in on something you didn’t want.

“Careful,” he said. “Keep talking like that and people might start thinking you enjoy my company.”

You rolled your eyes. “In what world?”

He tilted his head, smirk tugging at his mouth.

“The one where you’ve been watching my swing for the last ten minutes.”

“That’s because I’m hoping you fall into one of those lakes.”

“Sure,” he said, smirking wider. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You opened your mouth to fire back—

But he cut in, casual, careless, like he wasn’t dropping a verbal grenade at your feet:

“Relax. I promise I’m not trying to get you into bed over a golf lesson.”

You froze.

Then stared at him.

“…What is wrong with you?”

Lando blinked, like he genuinely didn’t understand the problem.

“What? I was being nice.”

“That was not nice.”

“It was honest.”

“That makes it worse.”

“Gimme the keys. I’ll drive,” you said, holding out your hand like you were doing him a favor he didn’t deserve.

“Absolutely not.”

“You race cars for a living,” you reminded him, already leaning toward the ignition with far too much confidence for someone who had never driven a golf cart before. “And you’re scared of a golf cart?”

“I’m not scared of it. I’m scared of you driving it.”

“You should be,” you said with a small, satisfied smile as you climbed into the driver’s seat. “Get your ass in there or walk.”

Lando let out the kind of long, dramatic sigh that suggested he was reconsidering every decision that had led him to this moment. “Do you even have a driving licence?”

“I do.”

You absolutely did. Unfortunately for him.

He hesitated for a beat too long before climbing in beside you, gripping the side of the seat like it might suddenly eject him into the bushes. The second you pressed the pedal, the cart lurched forward—not dangerously, not wildly, just enough to make him tense like you’d launched a rocket instead of a glorified toy car.

“You’re overreacting,” you said, steering them down the path with what you considered perfect control. The breeze was warm, the sun was bright, and the cart hummed along peacefully. “You’re sitting in a golf cart, not a missile.”

“I’m observing risk factors,” he muttered, eyes fixed ahead like he was preparing for impact.

“That’s exactly what someone driving like you would say.”

“Relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

He was absolutely not relaxed. His shoulders were tight, his jaw clenched, and he kept shifting like the seat was made of spikes. You took a slightly sharper turn—not reckless, not even fast, just sharper—and the cart tilted a little to the side.

Lando jolted.

His hand shot out without thinking, grabbing your thigh to steady himself.

Both of you froze.

The warmth of his hand lingered for a second, heavy and unexpected, before he snatched it back like it had betrayed him. His face was tight, his voice too quick.

“…That was balance,” he said, staring straight ahead. “I was balancing.”

You looked down at his hand, then back at him, unimpressed and far too aware of the moment. “Put that away.”

“I didn’t mean to—it slipped.”

“Sure it did.”

“It did.”

You didn’t argue. You didn’t tease him. You didn’t even look at him again. You just kept driving, eyes on the path, pretending the moment hadn’t happened. And you definitely didn’t mind that it had.

Not that you would ever admit anything.

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The boat rocked gently over the turquoise water, sunlight bouncing off the surface so brightly it almost hurt to look at. It should have been peaceful, the kind of morning people wrote postcards about. But unfortunately, part of the honeymoon package included couples snorkeling—something that would have been lovely if your “husband” wasn’t Lando Norris.

You sat beside him with your legs tucked under you, still mid‑argument from the pier, still annoyed, still refusing to let him win even a single point.

“No, I’m telling you,” you said, pointing at him like you were presenting evidence in court, “you cheated yesterday.”

“I did not cheat,” he replied flatly, not even blinking. “You just don’t understand basic physics.”

“I understand physics perfectly fine, actually.”

“Clearly not.”

“You literally aimed your ball into a bush and called it strategy.”

“It was strategy.”

Before you could continue, another couple sitting nearby—around your age, relaxed, sun‑kissed, clearly enjoying their vacation—turned toward you with amused smiles. They had that look people get when they stumble into entertainment they didn’t pay for.

“Are you two always like this?” the woman asked, still smiling.

Lando didn’t hesitate. Not even a breath.

“Yes.”

You cut in immediately, shaking your head. “No.”

That earned you a side glance from him, sharp and quick, like he couldn’t believe you’d contradict him in public.

The couple laughed, clearly delighted.

“You’re on your honeymoon, right?” the man asked.

Silence.

A very suspicious silence.

Lando nodded slowly, dragging the word out like it physically pained him. “Unfortunately.”

You kicked his foot under the seat, not gently.

The man looked between you both, still smiling, clearly enjoying the chaos you and Lando brought with you like it was part of the entertainment package. The boat rocked gently beneath you, warm wind brushing your face, but the question he asked cut straight through the easy atmosphere.

“So… why did you get married then?”

It hit a little too directly. A little too cleanly. You didn’t even think before answering.

“Because he’s rich.”

Lando’s head snapped toward you so fast you genuinely thought he might fall off the boat. His eyes were wide, offended, and a little betrayed.

“What?”

The couple laughed, assuming it was a joke—because of course they did. No one sane would say that seriously on a honeymoon boat.

You waved your hand quickly, trying to soften it. “I’m joking.”

“Mostly,” Lando muttered under his breath.

You elbowed him, but the couple didn’t seem to notice. They were still smiling, still entertained, still convinced they were witnessing some adorable newlywed banter instead of two people barely holding their fake marriage together.

“Fair enough,” the man said with a shrug, still amused. Then he leaned forward Lando slightly, curiosity bright in his eyes. “So what do you do, then?”

Your eye twitched at the word husband. It felt too heavy, too sharp, too wrong in your ears.

Lando answered before you could even inhale.

“I drive.”

The man blinked. “Like… cars?”

“Yeah.”

There was a beat—a tiny pause where the man’s face went blank, like his brain was flipping through a mental Rolodex. Then his eyes lit up all at once.

“Oh! Formula 1?”

Lando nodded once, calm on the outside, but you saw the tiny shift in his shoulders. The man’s expression changed instantly, excitement blooming across his face like someone had just handed him front‑row tickets to something huge.

“No way—Lando Norris? My brother is a huge fan! He never shuts up about you.”

Lando froze for the briefest second. It was small, barely there, but you noticed. Of course you noticed. You always noticed the little things he tried to hide.

“Oh,” the man continued, grinning even wider now, “I didn’t know you were married, mate.”

The silence that followed could’ve sunk the boat. It stretched between you and Lando like a rope pulled too tight. You both turned to look at each other at the exact same time, eyes locking in a silent, panicked conversation neither of you wanted to have out loud.

Then, without missing a beat, Lando smiled.

“It was a small wedding, y’know. Kept it private. I like keeping some things to myself.”

The lie rolled off his tongue so smoothly it was almost concerning. He didn’t even blink. He didn’t hesitate. He just… said it. 

The man nodded approvingly, buying every word, then turned to you with a warm smile.

“Well, you’re lucky. Having a world champion at home.”

Pardon?

Absolutely not.

You smiled sweetly, matching his tone with practiced ease. “He’s the lucky one.”

Lando glanced at you, something flickering in his eyes—surprise, amusement, maybe a hint of something softer—but you didn’t give him time to process it.

“He’d be hopeless without me,” you added, completely unfazed.

“Oh, absolutely,” Lando replied, his grin returning, though it was a little tighter this time. “I’d forget where I left my trophies.”

The couple laughed, delighted, convinced they were witnessing a charming, playful honeymoon moment.

They had no idea you were both lying through your teeth.

Five minutes later, another problem appeared—one that had nothing to do with fake marriages or curious strangers. The snorkeling mask refused to cooperate. You adjusted the strap once, then again, then a third time, each attempt somehow making it sit even more crooked against your face. The elastic kept slipping, the plastic pressed awkwardly against your cheek, and the whole thing felt like it had been designed specifically to test your patience.

“For God’s sake,” you muttered under your breath, tugging at the strap like it had personally wronged you.

Lando looked over from where he was already wearing his own gear, mask perfectly fitted, snorkel in place, looking like someone who had never struggled with anything in his life. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make this stupid thing fit,” you snapped, still wrestling with it.

He watched you for a few seconds—long enough to be annoying, long enough to make you feel judged—before letting out an exaggerated sigh that carried across the entire boat. “C’mere.”

“I can do it myself.”

“Clearly.”

You shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through the ocean breeze. “I said I can do it myself.”

“Just come here,” he said, already holding out his hand like he’d made the decision for you. “I want to look like a decent husband while I’m apparently married. The last thing I need is gossip pages saying I abandoned my wife before she even got in the water.”

“How embarrassing,” you muttered, rolling your eyes so hard it almost hurt.

He ignored the comment completely. Instead, he reached out, gently catching your wrist with warm fingers, pulling you the last step closer before you could protest again. The movement was soft, almost careful, and your argument died somewhere in your throat before you could shape it into words.

He reached behind your head with the confidence of someone who absolutely believed he knew what he was doing. His fingers brushed your hair as he tried to fix the loose strap, and within two seconds you felt a sharp tug at your scalp.

“Ow! Stop pulling my hair!”

“I’m not pulling your hair,” Lando said immediately, like the accusation offended him on a personal level.

“You are pulling my hair!”

“Then stop moving!”

“I’m not moving!”

“You’re literally flinching.”

“Because you’re yanking it!”

A couple of snorkelers nearby glanced over, clearly wondering if they needed to intervene. You forced a bright, strained smile, teeth clenched so tightly it almost hurt.

“Everything’s fine,” you said, voice pitched a little too high. “Totally fine.”

Lando didn’t even look up. He was still tangled in the straps, still muttering under his breath like you were the problem and not his complete lack of technique.

“It is not fine,” he grumbled. “You have the coordination of a broken GPS.”

You stared at him, offended on a spiritual level. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

He tugged again.

“Ow—Lando!”

“Relax, I’m fixing it.”

“You’re making it worse.”

“I’m literally not.”

“Yes, you are.”

He paused, leaning back just enough to look at the mask like it was a failed engineering project he’d been assigned against his will. His brows pulled together, his mouth flattening into a line that told you he was already blaming you for whatever he saw.

“…Okay, I see the problem.”

“You are the problem.”

He ignored that completely, like he’d trained himself not to hear your insults anymore. Instead, he shifted closer again, this time slower, more careful, his fingers brushing your hair aside so he could get to the strap properly. The boat rocked gently beneath you, and for a moment the world felt strangely quiet—just the warm air, the soft slap of water against the hull, and his hands working behind your head.

“Stop moving,” he said again, but his voice was quieter now, less irritated and more focused, like he was trying not to mess it up this time.

You went still.

Not because he told you to.

Definitely not.

It was just easier than arguing while he was this close, while his fingers were sorting through your hair with surprising gentleness, while the sun warmed the back of your neck and made everything feel a little too noticeable.

After a few seconds of concentrated effort—the kind where he muttered something under his breath that you pretended not to hear—he tightened the strap properly and stepped back, letting his hands fall away.

“There,” he said, sounding far too proud of himself.

You tested the mask with a small tug.

It didn’t move. Not even a little.

“…Huh.”

“Yeah,” he said, smugness blooming across his face like he’d just solved world peace. “Miracles do happen.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a smile.

“Don’t get used to it.”

He grinned, bright and unbothered, the wind catching his hair as the boat rocked again.

“No promises, wife.”

The boat slowed to a stop, the engine cutting out until all you could hear was the soft slap of waves against the hull. It rocked gently over the open water, turquoise stretching in every direction, sunlight so bright it turned everything into glitter. It should have been peaceful. It should have been romantic. It should have been the kind of moment people remembered forever.

But you were here with Lando.

A guide stepped forward with an easy smile, gesturing toward the water. “Alright everyone, this is one of the best spots. Coral reef just below, lots of fish. Stay in pairs, enjoy yourselves, and don’t wander too far.”

“Stay in pairs,” Lando repeated under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “Heard him, wife?”

You shot him a warning look. “Don’t start.”

But he was already smirking, already enjoying himself far too much for someone who’d spent the entire morning annoying you.

Before either of you could argue, the guide clapped his hands. “Okay—snorkeling time!”

You turned to adjust your mask one last time, fingers brushing the strap—

And Lando shoved you. Hard.

There was no time to react. No time to yell properly. Just a sharp gasp and the sudden, shocking drop as the world tilted.

You hit the water with a splash that swallowed the sound instantly. Cold, bright blue wrapped around you, rushing over your head, filling your ears, stealing your breath for a moment. The ocean felt huge, endless, everywhere at once.

You resurfaced seconds later, coughing, hair plastered to your face, mask askew.

“Lando—!”

He was already in the water beside you, laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes. The sun caught the droplets on his face, turning him into something annoyingly golden and carefree.

“You were taking too long,” he said, still grinning.

“I hate you!” you yelled, already swimming toward him with more force than necessary.

He only laughed harder, kicking away just enough to stay out of reach, the water rippling between you.

You made it exactly two strokes before something brushed your foot again. It was light, barely there, just a soft flick against your skin—but it didn’t matter. Your entire body locked up instantly, every muscle going stiff like you’d been hit with electricity.

“Nope—nope—nope—” you sputtered, kicking upward in pure panic.

“Relax,” Lando called, still laughing, still floating like this was the easiest thing in the world. “It’s just fish.”

“I don’t care what it is!”

Another brush—this time against your ankle, quick and cold.

That was it.

You didn’t think. You didn’t plan. You didn’t even breathe. You just launched yourself forward on instinct, arms flailing, legs kicking, heart pounding so loudly you could hear it in your ears—

—and you basically jumped straight into his arms.

Lando caught you automatically, the impact pushing him backward a little in the water. His hands came up around you without hesitation, steadying you, holding you up as you clung to him like the ocean was trying to drag you under.

For a second, he didn’t move. He just stood there in the water, arms half‑raised, eyes wide, like he wasn’t sure what version of reality he’d just stepped into.

Then he looked down at you.

“…Are you hugging me right now?”

“No.”

“You are literally attached to me.”

“I am stabilising myself.”

“Against my chest?”

“Shut up!”

His laugh came immediately—bright, loud, helpless—the kind that shook his shoulders and made the water ripple around you. He tilted his head back, still laughing, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

And even though your heart was still racing, even though your legs were still wrapped around him more than you wanted to admit, even though you were absolutely not letting go yet…

You felt something warm slip into your chest.

Something you refused to name.

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By the time the snorkeling trip ended, you had decided—very calmly, very rationally—that you deserved a drink. Preferably several. The kind that came in tall glasses with too much ice and not enough sense. The resort bar overlooked the ocean, the sky turning soft shades of gold and pink as the sun dipped lower. Music drifted through the warm evening air, blending with the sound of waves and the low hum of guests laughing around candlelit tables.

Lando stood a few steps away, somehow already deep in conversation with his new friend from the boat. They were talking with their hands, laughing too loudly, probably bonding over Formula 1 or golf or whatever else inflated his ego. You didn’t care enough to find out. You just wanted something cold, something strong, something that would make the memory of fish touching your legs fade into the background.

You leaned against the counter and ordered the strongest cocktail on the menu. The bartender slid it toward you with a practiced smile, the glass sweating in the warm air. You wrapped your fingers around it, grateful for the chill, ready to take the first blessed sip—

When a voice spoke from beside you.

“Try smiling a little.”

You turned your head slowly, already tired, already annoyed. A man stood there, a few years older, wearing a shirt that tried too hard and a smile that tried even harder. He looked at you like he’d just delivered the most charming line in the world, like he expected you to melt on the spot.

You looked at him. Then at your drink. Then back at him.

“Try minding your own business a little.”

“I’m just being friendly.”

“Then be friendly somewhere else.”

He laughed, the kind of laugh men use when they think you’re playing hard to get instead of trying to end the conversation. His elbow slid onto the bar, his posture loose, confident, practiced.

“That attitude won’t get you very far.”

“I’m already exactly where I want to be,” you said, lifting your drink like a shield.

“You sure?” he asked, leaning in just a little. “You look lonely.”

You opened your mouth—ready to shut him down properly this time—when a warm hand settled lightly on your waist.

Not gripping.

Not pulling.

Just… there.

“Everything okay, baby?”

Lando.

You turned so fast you nearly sloshed your drink over the rim. For what might have been the first time since this entire ridiculous honeymoon began, you felt something close to relief wash through you. His presence cut through the moment like a lifeline you didn’t know you needed.

The stranger blinked, looking between the two of you, confusion flickering across his face.

“And you are…?”

Lando didn’t hesitate. Not even for a breath.

“Her husband.”

He said it smoothly, easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hand stayed on your waist, warm and steady. The stranger’s expression shifted, surprise tightening his mouth before he stepped back a little.

“Oh,” the man said after a moment, blinking like he’d just been handed information he didn’t know what to do with. “Didn’t know she was married.”

Lando offered a small, polite smile—the kind he used in interviews when he was pretending to be patient.

“She is.”

The conversation should have ended there. It should have drifted off into the warm evening air and disappeared like every other awkward bar interaction on vacation.

Instead, the man chuckled and looked right back at you, like he hadn’t learned a single thing.

“You should teach her some basic manners, man.”

The easy smile vanished from Lando’s face so fast it was almost impressive.

“What?”

The stranger shrugged, casual, careless, like he was commenting on the weather. “She’s got quite the attitude.”

“And so what?” Lando shot back, voice sharper now. “She doesn’t owe you a shit.”

The man lifted a brow. “Doesn’t mean she can act like a bi—”

“Hey!” Lando stepped forward so quickly the man actually leaned back. “Don’t talk about my wife like that or I’ll beat the shit out of—”

He was too close now. Way too close. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the guy like he’d forgotten this was supposed to be an act. You didn’t even know if he was pretending anymore.

“Lando,” you said quietly, reaching for his wrist. Your fingers brushed his skin, warm and tense. “Drop it.”

He didn’t look at you right away. He stayed there for a heartbeat longer, breathing hard, anger still simmering under the surface.

Then, slowly, he stepped back.

Not because the man deserved it. But because you asked. The irony wasn’t lost on you—the one time he actually acted like a husband was the moment you needed him to stop.

“You okay?” Lando asked.

You blinked, because the question caught you more off guard than the argument ever had. It wasn’t the words themselves—it was the way he said them, low and tight, like he’d been holding them in since the moment he stepped between you and that guy at the bar.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly. “I had it handled.”

Lando let out a short laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It didn’t even come close. “Yeah. I could tell. You were doing a great job being harassed at the bar.”

Your jaw tightened, heat rising in your chest. “I didn’t need you to save me like that.”

“Right,” he said, nodding once, sharp and clipped. “So next time I should just stand there and let him keep going?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

“I didn’t ask you to play my husband.”

That one landed differently—you felt it the second it left your mouth. Lando went quiet, the kind of quiet that wasn’t defensive or angry, just… wounded. He exhaled through his nose, looking away toward the ocean like he needed a second to reset whatever expression had almost slipped through.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “Fair.”

You took a sip of your drink, more out of habit than thirst, trying to steady yourself, trying to find the right words before the wrong ones kept spilling out.

“I can handle myself,” you added, quieter now, softer, because you meant it but you didn’t want it to sound like a wall.

“I know you can,” he replied immediately.

That made you pause.

He looked back at you then, the sharpness in his expression easing just enough that you could finally see the truth sitting underneath it—not anger, not irritation, but something quieter. 

“I just didn’t like the way he was talking to you,” Lando said, voice low, steady, almost too honest.

You scoffed lightly, because that felt safer than acknowledging whatever was happening in your chest.

“Since when do you care?”

That earned you a small, humorless smile—the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, the kind that told you he’d already had this argument with himself long before you opened your mouth.

“I don’t,” he said. “Usually.”

A beat.

“But he was being a dick.”

You rolled your eyes, but it wasn’t as strong as you wanted it to be. It felt flimsy, thin, like you were trying to hold onto a version of the conversation that had already slipped away.

“And you decided that made you responsible for the entire situation?”

“I decided,” he corrected, leaning back slightly, shoulders tense, “that I didn’t want him standing there talking to you like that.”

You studied him for a second—the set of his jaw, the way he kept glancing at the ocean like it might give him an escape route, the way his fingers tapped once against his thigh before he stilled them. He wasn’t posturing. He wasn’t trying to win. He was just… telling you the truth.

“Still didn’t need to act like that,” you said, quieter now.

“Neither did he.”

Another pause—heavier this time, stretched thin between you like a wire ready to snap.

Then Lando tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing just a fraction as he looked at you.

“You’re really going to stay mad at me for this?”

The question wasn’t defensive.

It was something else entirely—something that made your breath catch, because suddenly it felt like he wasn’t asking about the bar anymore.

He was asking about him. About you. About whatever the hell had been simmering between you long before tonight.

You opened your mouth again, still riding the leftover adrenaline from stopping him.

“I just think you don’t get to—”

“Shut up.”

You stopped. Blinking. “Excuse me?”

“I said shut up.”

“I’m literally in the middle of talking.”

“Yeah,” Lando said, stepping a fraction closer, eyes locked on yours, “I noticed.”

You frowned, heat rising in your chest. “Don’t tell me to—”

He cut you off. Not with words.

He just kissed you.

Quick. Firm. Completely unexpected. It wasn’t gentle, and it wasn’t planned, and it definitely wasn’t something either of you had agreed to in any universe where you were still pretending to hate each other properly. It hit you like a spark—sharp, bright, over before you could even process it.

It lasted maybe two seconds.

Then he pulled back like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just short‑circuited your entire brain.

You stared at him. He stared back.

Then, very calmly, he said, “I said shut up.”

Your brain lagged, trying to catch up, trying to make sense of the moment, the heat still buzzing on your lips.

“…Norris, what the fuck?”

He didn’t answer right away. His chest rose and fell once, slow, steady, like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t affected at all.

But his eyes told a different story.

A very different one.

Lando didn’t even blink. “What?”

“You just—” you gestured wildly between the two of you, your voice climbing without your permission. “You just kissed me.”

“Yeah.”

“‘Yeah’?” you repeated, staring at him like he’d lost his mind.

He frowned slightly, like you were the one being dramatic. Like you were the unreasonable one here.

“You were overthinking it,” he said, tone maddeningly calm. “Overthinking’s bad for you, baby.”

That made you pause. You hated that it made you pause. You hated the way the word baby slid under your skin like it belonged there.

“…Right,” you said slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. “Doesn’t mean you can just kiss me.”

“Pretty sure I can,” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms, trying to rebuild whatever dignity you had left.

“Hm. Don’t think this means anything though.”

“I would never,” Lando said immediately.

Too immediately.

The kind of immediate that wasn’t casual at all. The kind that sounded like he’d rehearsed it. The kind that made something warm twist low in your stomach.

You studied him, searching his face for even a flicker of something he didn’t want you to see.

He held your gaze without flinching, jaw set, eyes steady, like he was daring you to call him out. “…Good,” you said finally, lifting your chin. “Because it doesn’t.”

“Of course not.”

His voice was smooth. Too smooth. Like he was trying to convince himself as much as you. And the worst part? You weren’t convinced either.

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The villa was suspiciously quiet, the kind of quiet that made every thought in your head sound louder. You sat on the edge of the outdoor couch with your legs pulled in, staring out at the dark water. The waves moved in slow, steady lines, catching bits of moonlight and breaking them apart. It should have been calming.

It wasn’t. You were trying not to think. Which, of course, only made you think more.

About Lando. About the kiss. About the way he’d looked afterward—too calm, too steady, like he hadn’t just scrambled your ability to act normal around him. About how everything had been… different since then. Not worse. Not better. Just different in a way neither of you had dared to name.

And about how today was the last day. The last night of this ridiculous honeymoon.

Behind you, the sliding door opened.

You didn’t turn. “Go away,” you mumbled.

“I live here too,” Lando said, dropping onto the couch beside you. He didn’t look at you. He just stared out at the ocean like he’d been doing it long before he walked outside.

Silence stretched between you, warm and heavy.

Then, after a minute—

“Well.”

“Well,” Lando echoed.

You exhaled slowly, eyes still on the water. “At least tomorrow we can go back to normal.”

He finally glanced at you. “Normal?”

“You know,” you said, still refusing to look at him. “You hating me. Me hating you.”

“Right.”

But he didn’t sound convinced.

And the worst part? Neither did you.

The breeze moved through the villa again, soft and warm, brushing over your skin like it knew something you didn’t want to admit. Lando shifted beside you, just enough that you felt the movement, not enough to call it anything.

Normal. You said it like you wanted it. But the word didn’t sit right anymore.

The silence fell again, stretching out between you like a thin thread. But this time, Lando was the one who spoke first.

“This trip wasn’t that bad.”

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Hm.” You looked back at the water, the moonlight breaking across the waves. “At least we survived.”

A beat.

“Now we’ll just go back to avoiding each other like before.”

“Yeah,” Lando said.

Then, after a pause that felt a little too long—

“Yeah,” he repeated, quieter. “That’s the problem.”

You finally turned your head. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the horizon like he didn’t trust himself to look at you. The warm breeze moved through the villa, brushing over your skin, but it didn’t soften the moment. It only made it clearer.

For the first time all night, you couldn’t tell if he was joking.

Or if he meant it.

And the way he sat there—shoulders tense, hands still, breath a little uneven—made something in your chest shift in a way you weren’t ready for.

You swallowed, the words catching in your throat.

“…Lando?”

He didn’t look away from the ocean. But his voice was low, honest in a way that made your heart stutter.

“I don’t want to go back to that.”

You looked at him, confused.

“What?”

Lando kept staring out at the water. And for the first time since you’d known him, he looked nervous. Actually nervous. His shoulders were tight, his jaw working like he was trying to choose the right words and failing.

“I didn’t want to come here,” he said quietly.

“I noticed.”

“I thought it’d be the worst week of my life.”

You smiled faintly. “Again, noticed.”

A small laugh escaped him—soft, almost embarrassed.

Then—

“But somewhere between you nearly killing me with a golf cart…”

“You grabbed my thigh.”

“Not helping.”

You let out a quiet huff of laughter despite yourself. “Continue.”

Lando exhaled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

A beat passed—warm, heavy, stretching between you like a held breath.

He didn’t look at you when he spoke again.

“It stopped being annoying.”

Your smile faded a little. “…When?”

Lando shrugged, like the answer wasn’t important even though it clearly was. “Dunno.”

Silence settled again. The ocean kept moving, steady and calm, like it didn’t care that something between you had just shifted in a way you couldn’t undo.

Then he finally looked at you. Really looked.

“And now I don’t really want it to end. Us.”

Your breath caught—just a tiny, sharp inhale—but you masked it quickly with a scoff, like you could pretend the moment wasn’t sitting between you, warm and terrifying.

“Somewhere between pushing you into the ocean and kissing you to shut you up…” Lando said, his voice quieter now, steadier in a way that made your stomach twist. He wasn’t smiling anymore. He wasn’t hiding behind jokes or smirks or that stupid confidence he wore like armor. He was just looking at you—really looking—and it stripped away every layer of distance you’d been pretending still existed.

“I think I fell in love with you.”

You stared at him.

For a moment, your brain simply refused to cooperate. The words sat there in the air, warm and heavy, like a language you almost understood but couldn’t quite translate. You blinked once. Then again. Your heart thudded in your chest, too loud, too fast, like it was trying to catch up to something your mind hadn’t processed yet.

“…That’s actually really embarrassing for you,” you managed, because your mouth was apparently determined to save you from sincerity at all costs.

Lando didn’t move. Didn’t laugh.

Didn’t roll his eyes or shove your shoulder or call you dramatic. He just stared at you like he couldn’t believe you’d said that. Like you’d knocked the air out of him.

“Are you serious?” he asked, voice flat, almost stunned.

“A little.”

“I just told you I love you.”

“I know.”

“And that’s your response?”

You exhaled softly, something nervous and warm and terrifying settling in your chest all at once. You felt it rise up, felt it push against your ribs, felt it spill into your throat before you could stop it. And then your mouth betrayed you—not with sarcasm this time, but with a smile.

A real one. A soft one.

The kind you didn’t give to people you hated.

“Good thing I love you too.”

The words left you before you could second‑guess them, before you could hide them behind a joke, before you could pretend you didn’t mean them. They hung there between you, gentle and impossible to take back.

Lando’s breath caught—just barely, just enough for you to notice. His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders loosening like he’d been holding something in for days.

Lando didn’t move for a second.

Just stared.

Like he was waiting for a punchline that didn’t come. Like he was bracing for you to laugh or shove him or turn everything into a joke the way you always did when things got too close.

Then, quietly—

“…What?”

You let out a breath, half‑laughing, half in disbelief at yourself, because you couldn’t believe you were actually saying this out loud. “I said I love you, idiot.”

His expression shifted immediately. The shock didn’t disappear, but it softened into something raw, something unguarded, something he clearly wasn’t used to showing anyone. His eyes searched your face like he was trying to make sure he’d heard you right.

“You can’t just say that like it’s—”

“What? A prank?” you cut in, shaking your head. “No. Unfortunately for both of us, it’s real.”

Silence again.

The ocean kept moving. The wind didn’t care. The whole world stayed exactly the same while your heart tried to beat its way out of your chest. You looked down at your hands, then back at him, because avoiding his eyes wasn’t helping.

“You were pissing me off the entire trip,” you admitted, your voice softer than you meant it to be.

That got a faint, incredulous laugh out of him—the kind that slipped out before he could stop it. “Cheers.”

“It’s true,” you said quickly, pointing at him like it helped your argument. “You were annoying. Arrogant. You shoved me into the ocean. You called me a violent wife.”

“I was right about that one.”

“Shut up.”

But your voice wasn’t sharp anymore. It wavered slightly, like the truth underneath it was pushing its way through.

“And I really did hate you at the beginning,” you added, quieter now. “Like, properly.”

Lando’s gaze didn’t leave you. Not for a second.

“But?”

You hesitated.

That part was the hardest one. The part that felt like stepping off a ledge and hoping he’d catch you.

“But…” you exhaled, looking away toward the water like it might make this easier. “I think it started changing when you defended me at the bar.”

He went still.

Your fingers tightened slightly in your lap, the memory hitting you harder now that you were saying it out loud.

“That guy was being an asshole,” you continued, your voice softer, steadier. “And I was handling it, or trying to. And you just… stepped in.”

A small pause.

“And I remember thinking you were so angry,” you said, almost like you were discovering it again. “Like actually angry. Not joking, not teasing. Just… protective.”

You glanced at him again.

“That confused me more than anything you did on this entire trip.”

A faint breath left Lando, like he didn’t know what to do with that. His shoulders dropped a little, the tension easing in a way that made him look younger, more open, more real.

Then he finally spoke.

“I just hated the idea of somebody talking to you like that.”

His voice was quieter than before. Not defensive. Not playful. Just honest in a way that made your chest tighten.

A beat passed.

He gave a small shrug, like he was trying to pretend it didn’t matter as much as it did.

“I don’t know,” he added. “It pissed me off.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It didn’t feel sharp or heavy or awkward. It was just… full. Like something had finally settled into place between you, something neither of you could pretend wasn’t there anymore. The air felt warmer. The night felt closer. And for the first time, you didn’t feel like you were waiting for the moment to break.

You swallowed slightly, still looking at him, still trying to understand the way your chest felt too tight and too light at the same time. “…Thank you,” you said quietly.

Lando gave you a small, almost confused glance, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. “For what?”

You let out a soft breath, half a laugh, half something else. “For… all of it, I guess.”

That earned you a look from him you weren’t used to—soft, steady, not trying to twist into a joke. He didn’t hide behind anything this time. He just looked at you like he was letting himself be seen.

Then he shifted slightly, reaching into his pocket. “I have something for you.”

You blinked, watching as he pulled out a small silver chain. A turtle necklace. The same one you’d stared at in the shop. The same one you’d pretended you didn’t want.

Your breath caught. “…You bought it?” you asked, taking it carefully from his hand.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“You said it was cute.”

“But it was so expensive!”

“And?” he said simply, like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Do I look like I care?”

Your fingers closed gently around the necklace, holding it like it might slip away if you weren’t careful. The charm felt warm against your skin, like it had been waiting in his pocket for this exact moment.

“…You didn’t have to,” you said again, quieter now, the words almost slipping out on their own.

“I know.”

A beat passed.

“But I wanted to.”

That was it. No joke. No smirk. No dramatic line to cover the truth. Just him. Just honesty. Just the kind of softness you never expected from him and didn’t know how to handle.

You looked at him for a second longer than you meant to—long enough to feel something shift in your chest, long enough to feel your breath catch again.

Then you moved before your brain could talk you out of it.

You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in.

The kiss was softer this time. Not rushed. Not defensive. Not a reaction to anything. Just real. Just warm. Just the two of you finally letting something happen that had been building all week. His hand came up to your jaw, gentle in a way that made your heart stutter, and for a moment the whole villa felt still.

When you pulled back, you were both slightly breathless, and for once neither of you pretended it meant nothing. You stayed close, your forehead almost touching his, your breath mixing with his in the warm night air.

“Thank you,” you whispered, the words brushing against his lips.

Lando let out a quiet breath of a laugh, soft and disbelieving. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. Then, after a beat—one that felt like it stretched forever—he added, “I love you.”

Your heart stuttered. For a second, you just stared at him, like you were making sure you hadn’t imagined it, like you needed to see the truth in his eyes before you let yourself believe it.

Then your mouth softened into a small smile, warm and helpless. “…You’re so annoying,” you murmured.

He frowned slightly. “That’s not an answer.”

You exhaled, still smiling, still feeling that strange, steady warmth spreading through your chest. “I know.”

A pause.

Then, quieter—completely sure this time: “I love you too.”

And this time, neither of you joked your way out of it. Neither of you looked away. Neither of you pretended it didn’t matter. It mattered. And you both knew it.

© verstarris 2026

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[rosietoesf1]

angel - ln4 - dissociative disorder

❀ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

❀ word count: 1.4k

❀ summary: lando supports his girlfriend when she dissociates during an fia gala

❀ warnings: reader has dissociative disorder

❀ authors note: requested by @cleratesa

❀ dissociative disorder: a mental health condition involving excessive fear, worry or nervousness that interferes with daily activities and wellbeing

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The lights were always brighter at the FIA Gala.

Cameras flashed like fireworks, glittering across the hall. Everything sparkled, the floor, the jewels on dresses, the silver threading on suits. Even the champagne looked like light caught in liquid form.

And she tried so hard to stay present. To stay with Lando.

But she felt it building long before the moment arrived.

The soft fuzziness creeping in at the edges of her vision. The soft float of her thoughts pulling away from the present. The way sounds became distant, as though she was underwater, listening to the world above her.

She tightened her fingers around Lando’s hand, but her grip felt disconnected from her body, like she was controlling herself from a few feet away.

Lando glanced down at her and smiled, radiant and warm in his tux, proud of her for being there with him. “Are you doing okay?” He asked quietly.

She nodded. But she wasn’t sure if she meant it.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head as they moved down the carpet, posing for photos. She kept her shoulders steady, kept her smile soft and polite. She endured the flashes and voices calling names.

But then someone stepped too close behind her and brushed her elbow.

The room tilted. Not physically, but in the way it often did when her brain began pulling the plug on her awareness.

Her breath hitched. A cold wave rolled across her skin. Her arms felt far away. The world dimmed, brightened, dimmed again.

She tried to speak but she wasn’t sure her mouth moved.

Lando’s hand slipped around her waist. “Sweetheart?”

His voice was soft but instantly, sharply focused.

She blinked. The room faded a little more. People blurred into silhouettes. The background noise felt like it was mixing, melting, drifting.

She heard him again, closer now. “Hey. Look at me. Yeah? Just me.”

She turned towards him, or she thought she did, her awareness lagged behind her movements. His face flickered in and out of clarity like a glitching photograph.

“Lando,” she whispered, though it sounded distant even to her own ears. His expression softened at once into something heartbreakingly gentle.

“Okay,” he murmured, touching her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Okay, love. Let’s get you somewhere quiet, yeah?”

She tried to nod. She didn’t know if she succeeded.

He slid a steadying arm around her as he guided her away from the carpet, away from the crowd, towards the side entrance usually reserved for staff. He moved slowly – never rushing her, never pulling too hard, checking her step with every inch.

“You’re safe,” he whispered. “I promise. I’m right here.”

She clung to the words because she could still understand them as everything else fogged.

He pushed open a small door into a quieter hallway. No lights flashing. No crowds. No cameras. Just dim carpet and muted gold walls.

She exhaled shakily as he helped her sit on a low bench.

“There we go,” he said softly, crouching in front of her so that he could stay in her line of sight. “You’re alright. Just dissociating, yeah? Happens. I’ve got you.”

Her vision dipped and then steadied as he took her hands in his.

“Can you hear me properly?” He asked.

She blinked twice, her signal for yes.

Lando smiled softly. “Good. Let’s do this together, angel.” His thumbs brushed lightly over her knuckles. “That’s my girl. You picked a hell of a night to float off, didn’t you?”

A faint, distant laugh slipped out of her, automatic and barely conscious, but it warmed Lando’s smile. He wasn’t making fun. He was grounding her. Bringing her back gently.

“Okay,” he said, lowering his voice further. “Let’s start with touch, yeah? My hands, can you feel them?

She nodded slowly. 

“Good. Squeeze if you can.”

Her fingers twitched. That was all she managed.

“That’s perfect,” he said, and his voice wrapped around her like a blanket. “You’re doing amazing.”

The hall blurred again. She felt herself slipping, drifting backward, tilting away from the world.

“Hey,” Lando murmured quickly. “Stay with me. Focus on what I’m touching.”

He lifted her hand and pressed her palm to his chest.

“Me,” he whispered. “That’s me. Feel my heartbeat?

A faint, steady thump. Warm. solid. Real.

She latched onto it.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You’re doing so well. Just stay with me. Slow breaths, alright? In… and out…”

He breathed with her, exaggerating each inhale and exhale until she could follow the rhythm.

The fog retreated by inches. His chest became warmer beneath her palm. His heartbeat was clearer. His face was more defined.

When she finally managed to focus on his eyes, those soft brown eyes that always looked like safety, Lando’s expression melted.

“There you are,” he whispered. “Hi, angel.”

Her breath trembled. She blinked again, more present now. “S-sorry,” she whispered.

He exhaled a warm laugh and shook his head. “No. Don't you say sorry to me.”

“But I–”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You had a dissociative episode at a ridiculously overstimulating event. You told me and I helped you. That’s what partners do.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

She swallowed, grounding more as her sense of self returned.

“You’re safe,” he repeated softly. “I’m right here.”

A tear slipped down her cheek.

He wiped it away with his thumb. “You’re allowed to float. I’ll always bring you back.”

She took a shaky breath. “It got… really bad for a second.”

“I know,” he whispered. “You don’t have to pretend it didn’t.”

He gently guided her hands onto the fabric of her dress. “Feel this? Tell me what it’s like.”

She watched her fingers move, reconnecting with her body. “Soft and silky.” She whispered.

“Yeah. That's good.” He touched the wall beside them. “And this? What’s that feel like?”

“Rough,” she said, voice steadier.

“Good girl.” He smiled proudly. “And this?”

He lifted her hand to his cheek. Warm. Smooth from shaving. A little flushed with worry. 

Her breath hitched. “You.”

“Yes,” he whispered, leaning into her touch. “Me. I’m still here, love.”

She felt the last of the dissociation slip away, like surf pulling back from the shore.

She inhaled fully. “I’m back,” she whispered.

Lando let out a long, shaky breath of relief.

“Thank fuck,” he muttered with a laugh. “Not that I was going anywhere, but I missed you.”

She smiled weakly, chest squeezing with affection. “Sorry I scared you.”

“You scare me when you cross the road too slowly,” he said lightly. “This is nothing.”

She snorted. “Very romantic.”

“Oh I can be romantic,” he said softly, brushing a kiss across her forehead. “But right now I just want to take you somewhere quiet. Somewhere that won’t push you back out of yourself.”

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. “Can we sit here just a little?”

“Yeah,” he said instantly. “As long as you want.”

He lifted her hand again, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “No more loud rooms. No more flashing lights. Tonight’s about you, okay?”

She blinked at him, then whispered, “But you’re one of the stars of the gala.”

He grinned. “Exactly why I can get away with sneaking off.”

She let out a small but real laugh.

He sighed happily. “God, I love that sound.”

Her cheeks flushed. “You’re a sap.”

“Only for you.”

He stood slowly, offering his hands. “Come on, angel. Let’s find somewhere quiet and pretend we’re not at a fancy event full of people who want to talk about my lap times.”

She rolled her eyes but took his hands.

His palms squeezed lightly, keeping her present.

As they walked through the quiet hallway, she stayed close to him, feeling his warmth, his rhythm, his presence.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again.”

And she believed him. Lando had never been scared of her dissociation. Never confused. Never judgemental.

Just patient. Gentle and protective.

And when she drifted, he always found her. Always brought her back. Always stayed.

Tonight was no different.

Later, when he held her on the balcony overlooking the city lights, far less harsh than the cameras, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

Lando looked at her as she whispered, before kissing her hair.

“Always,” he said. “You don’t ever have to face it alone.”

She reached for his hand again, grounding herself in him. For the first time that evening, she felt not just present, but safe. With him.

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[nixalba]

all this and it's still you | ANTONELLI

kimi antonelli x reader. 949 words.

it didn't matter where you were, where you went, whatever you were doing; he lingered like a shadow over your life. unfaltering, unwavering.

notes a blurb. or something. shorter than your average one-shot, longer than a blurb, soo.. as usual, i only come on here to write about my personal woes and project it onto rpf (spare me.) today's episode: a boy i've liked for two months who i royally ruined my chances with in just fifteen minutes and five shots! i've also given up on formats now. trying something new again; lmk if it sticks this time around. <3 · masterlist

— THE BAR is full of life at this time of the night: faces both old and new pour into the crowd gradually forming in the center of the room, while laughter spills out from the tables flanking the dancefloor. You and your friends sit back at one of them, the sound of clinking bottles and giggles passing by one ear and out the other.

There’s a large platform north of the room, where the DJ is, and from where you sit, you can see the hooded figure prepare tonight’s set. Above him is a large screen lined with an impressive array of speakers in varying sizes. The TV itself is still turned off — you overheard from an earlier conversation that they’ll be hosting a watch party of some sort later. The scale of it all keeps your eyes on it for a moment too long, and your friend, Vanessa, nudges you.

“Hey, you good?” She asked. You can barely hear her voice above the rising noise around you. You nod stiffly before looking at your phone to check the time: 8:30 PM. The night was still young. Plenty of hours left to leave rhyme and reason left to dry while enjoying the moonlit thrill that awaits you. But whether it was because you rarely go to these kinds of events or an entirely different reason completely, your heart thuds in your chest as you eye the numbers again. 8:30 PM.

You’re not one such individual often consumed by sonder. Your friends were all here — one of them pitched this idea to try and “get everybody out of their homes”, given that it was the peak of summer and many of you didn’t feel that interested in going to the beach this month. And so, the function eventually landed at a late-night party. Not that you were complaining, of course; again, you were with your people tonight, the drinks have just begun pouring in, and you had one hell of a night ahead of you. You were excited — but you’d be lying if you said your heart was fully in it.

8:30 PM. Somewhere out there, not even far from where you were, someone’s putting on fireproofs and wired earphones while getting handed his helmet and a bottle of water. He’s getting debriefed for some last-minute updates on a track you both know all too well, a natural retention born from repeated visits and late-night walks circling the asphalt while everyone’s asleep. Kimi Antonelli is preparing for the Singapore Grand Prix, his 100th start at Mercedes, and his first race without you.

Vanessa’s voice bleeds through your fragmented thoughts. “…you know that, right?”

You whirled your head at her. “Huh?”

“The watch-party they’re hosting is for Kimi’s race. Heard it from down below.” she said. The sound of his name from someone else’s mouth makes your blood run cold.

Your lips are dry when you replied. “Right.”

It’s not that you didn’t know. In fact, you still have the entire season calendar of this year memorized — not that you had to. Not anymore, at least. Looking back, who would have expected that your boyfriend would break up with you just before the season opener, right?

Your eyes wander back to the TV at the center of the room. Its massive size suddenly feels suffocating. The thought of Kimi’s face being flashed on screen in front of the dozens of people in this four-corner room makes you sicker than you expected. Not because you’re jealous — you weren’t crazy like that — but because seeing him from where you are now reminds you of the reality: of how far you’ve moved on from him, so much so that you’re just another watchful gaze now.

From being by his side each day and night, moments before he dives into the swarm of flashing cameras, prying eyes, and the slow, tantalizing pressure that keeps his very sport alive: reduced to another face in the crowd. It stings. Because at some point, you were more than that. You two were way more than that.

You saw the silent reflection that shadowed him after every weekend and how it gnawed at him constantly. You saw the fear he refused to show anyone else. You grounded him like an anchor before he could reach the blazing sun that you both knew he couldn’t handle then.

“Not now. Not yet at least,” you’d whispered to him. It was a rough weekend. The car was good; the pace was there. But pressure was building up all weekend, and Kimi caved. He couldn’t forgive himself. But you did. With that gentle touch and the soft hum of your voice against his hair as he shook beneath your embrace. You unraveled him in moments he refused to, even if it was slowly killing him.

You were there for it all. The highs. The lows. But that’s the heartbreaking crux: you were there. You aren’t now. Now, you’re left thinking of him in the form of fleeting thoughts, unsaid questions, and fragmented memories. Even amidst the loud music, the raving lights, and the screams of pleasure around you, nothing compares to the cacophony of your unfinished story with him. It lives on in your mind, and minutes from now, the object of your forsaken attraction will be broadcast live in front of millions to see.

It was clear: no matter how far you run, whichever corner of the world you choose to hide in, echoes of the man you love will always find you.

fin.

[maritinelli]

THAT'S HOW RACING IS

Kimi Antonelli X Girlfriend!fem!reader

Summary: After Kimi's retirement from the Barcelona GP due to engine problems, the only person he wants to see in the driver's lounge is his girlfriend.

Words: 2.2K+

Warnings: Relationship established, anguish (on Kimi's part), cute, consolation, romantic, mentions of the 2026 Barcelona race, race abandonment, mentions of the 2026 championship, but again, it's still cute and romantic.

Author: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any typos, grammar, spelling, and slang errors that may appear in the story. This was a request from a reader on my Wattpad, but I decided to post it here as well. By the way, you can request stories on my profile it's ALWAYS open. 🇧🇷🩷

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The post-race enclosure was always a chaotic place.

Cameras were pointed from every angle, while journalists spoke simultaneously, frantically vying for a few seconds of the drivers' attention before they disappeared into the paddock.

Y/n knew that scenario as well as any member of the team, and because she was so familiar with the dynamics, she noticed almost immediately that something was different about Kimi.

He continued answering the questions put to him, polite as always. He maintained impeccable posture, looked directly at the reporters, and showed no visible irritation at the barrage of questions.

To an outsider, it seemed like just another ordinary interview following a breakup. But she knew him well enough to decipher the subtle details.

And then the interviews were over.

Y/n was in a more secluded corner, calmly chatting with one of the women on the team, when he saw Kimi cross the entrance. Immediately, several engineers approached him, as they all wanted to explain what had happened on the track.

But Kimi seemed to be anywhere in the world but there.

Bono gave the young driver a sympathetic look before smiling back. "Of course. Actually, we were finishing up here."

He listened and nodded occasionally. However, his eyes wandered distantly across the garage floor.

And then, in an involuntary movement, her gaze met Y/n in the corner of the room. It was only for a brief instant, but the moment was enough for her to immediately recognize the deep exhaustion that Kimi was trying to mask.

She politely excused herself from the woman she was talking to and calmly crossed the garage. The engineers continued talking when she approached the group and, without interrupting anyone, simply extended her hand and gently placed it on Kimi's shoulder.

The effect of the contact was immediate. The muscles in his back and neck visibly relaxed under her touch, enough for him to perceive the instant relief that closeness brought.

"Can I steal Andrea for a little while?" Y/n asked with a small smile.

There was only one nineteen-year-old boy who had finally found a genuinely safe place to completely collapse.

The other engineers nodded in agreement and also began to disperse towards their respective workbenches.

"Take a break. You don't need to think about it now. We'll talk at the factory during the week." Bono gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder and walked away.

Kimi let out a low breath, feeling the weight lift, and simply nodded.

Once everyone had dispersed and left them alone in the space, Y/n intertwined her fingers with his naturally, and Kimi squeezed her hand back almost instantly.

She then began to gently guide him out of the garage, the two of them walking through the interior corridors in a comforting silence. But Kimi barely noticed the movement around them, because all his attention remained focused on the sensation of that firm hand holding his, serving as his only anchor at that moment.

Y/n simply guided him patiently through the corridors toward the room reserved for pilots.

It was usually Kimi who firmly made his way through the crowds, who held her hand to protect her from the world, who led her places, and who naturally took charge of situations. He always proved to be such a gentleman and attentive to her every need.

But truly caring for someone didn't just mean offering constant protection; sometimes it meant recognizing exactly when the other person was too tired to continue carrying the weight of the world alone. And Y/n had understood this perfectly.

When they finally reached his private room, Y/n opened the door and waited for him to enter first. Then, she went in and locked the door behind them, isolating them from the rest of the racetrack.

The silence of the enclosed space was almost immediate and comforting.

She turned around intending to say something comforting, but didn't have time to utter a single word; Kimi wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face completely in the soft curve of her neck.

Y/n felt her heart race in her chest, not because she was scared or surprised by the reaction, but because she knew that Kimi normally carried all his frustrations and pressures alone without complaining, but in that particular hug there were no barriers or pride.

It wasn't because he had completely convinced himself, as he still genuinely felt he had made a big mistake and blamed himself for it, but knowing that he had someone there to confide in without judgment and to count on unconditional support for everything, made him relax.

"I was awful today." The voice came out muffled against Y/n's neck.

Y/n immediately wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug with the same intensity. One of her hands gently moved up his back, caressing him slowly and continuously.

"You were doing well, my love."

"I was." He closed his eyes tightly. "The overtaking maneuver had finally worked, and then, right after, my engine decided to stop working."

Y/n continued stroking her back with her fingers, maintaining the rhythmic movement without interrupting her outpouring of emotion.

"It's ridiculous. I spent entire laps fighting, managing tires, conserving energy, and then the engine stops. It felt like it was laughing at me." Kimi sighed again, clenching her fingers even tighter on her shirt.

That made Y/n's heart clench painfully in her chest. It was something much deeper, linked to that suffocating feeling of pure powerlessness, to the uncomfortable weight of not having absolute control of the situation even after giving her all on the dance floor.

She moved her body just enough to look directly at him. "You weren't awful."

Kimi let out a weak, humorless laugh, slightly averting his gaze. "It doesn't seem like it... Because it wasn't one of my best races."

Y/n observed his tired face in silence for a few seconds. There was no anger expressed in the lines of his face, only a genuine and heavy disappointment.

"I can agree with you, it really wasn't your best race. But you know what that changes? Nothing."

"Y/n..."

"Nothing, Kimi." She repeated firmly, preventing him from putting himself down. "One bad race doesn't erase all the good ones." Her fingertips lightly brushed against the skin of his cheek. "It doesn't erase the points you've earned, it doesn't erase the incredible overtakes you've made, it doesn't erase the records you've broken, it doesn't erase the talented driver you are."

Y/n smiled, conveying all her admiration, and Kimi visibly relaxed.

And Kimi remained in absolute silence, absorbing every word and every sensation of the moment. She understood his need and made him comfortable with his own time to process everything, but holding him tightly against her.

"You know what the problem is? You always expect too much of yourself." Her voice was affectionate. "You get used to struggling ahead of time, you get used to doing everything right. And then you forget that nobody can have a perfect weekend every time."

Kimi lowered her gaze to the space between them. "But I wanted to have finished..."

The confession came out quietly, with an almost childlike tone of pure, pent-up frustration, and it was precisely the vulnerability of that phrase that made her heart clench again.

"I know."

"I wanted to have finished that race."

"I know!" She smiled again, as she reached out with her free hand to gently brush some unruly curls away from his forehead.

"I wanted to bring points home for the team."

Kimi sighed again, letting out a melancholic breath, and then he looked at Y/n with those sad little eyes, shining with disappointment at the outcome. The sight of that face made Y/n immediately hug him tightly again, enveloping his entire body, and Kimi didn't take a single second to snuggle against her once more.

"You'll have other chances."

"Not today..." He said in a muffled voice.

Y/n gently rested her face against his hair. "Maybe not in the next race, but you'll have millions more chances. I know you will!"

His arms tightened even more around her waist. "How can you be so sure?"

Y/n smiled, because that was the easiest question in the world to answer.

"Because that's how racing works. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you do everything right and something still breaks, and sometimes you do everything wrong and still get a result." She ran her hand slowly down his back. "Racing isn't fair. It never has been."

Y/n tilted her head and kissed Kimi's neck tenderly, still enveloped in that warm embrace.

Y/n dramatically placed a hand on her chest, feigning deep offense. "How cruel, after I saved you from the engineers."

"But do you know what else is part of them?" Y/n asked softly, changing her tone slightly.

"Hm?"

She stepped back a little, smiling encouragingly, and Kimi lifted her head to look directly into her eyes, her expression completely surrendered to her and her care.

"Come back next week." Y/n leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Try again." She left another affectionate kiss on his cheek. "Learn." Another tender kiss on the corner of his lips. "And grow."

Kimi let out a low, relieved giggle, the soft sound finally calming Y/n's heart after so much tension.

"That's why you're a pilot."

Kimi remained silent for a few moments, and Y/n kept her arms protectively around him.

It was a comfortable silence, the kind that only exists when two people know each other deeply and don't need speeches to understand each other.

"You make it seem so simple."

"Because it's simple, you're the one who likes to complicate things." Y/n chuckled softly at his expression, and Kimi, in response, lightly poked her ribs with his fingers.

"I don't complicate things."

"Maybe a little." She laughed, dodging his touch, and he laughed along. "Look, his sense of humor is returning."

"Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?" Y/n stepped back a little further to get a look at his face, smiling slightly in amusement.

"Now you're going back to making jokes."

"Obviously! It's my strong point!"

"That's the kind of problem I like."

Kimi instantly broke into a wide smile. "Wonderful!"

Kimi let out another genuine laugh, and honestly, hearing that specific sound meant more to Y/n at that moment than any podium result or racing trophy.

She leaned forward affectionately and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek. Then she switched sides and placed another on his left cheek. And yet another on the tip of his chin.

"You're showering me with kisses."

"Complain more and I'll give you another one." Y/n said, stopping millimeters away from his lips, feeling his breath.

"That doesn't seem like a very effective threat." Kimi smiled, her eyes involuntarily drifting down to focus on her mouth.

"Want to test?"

"Perhaps."

She smiled immediately at his bold reply.

Y/n then gently held his face and carefully observed every line of his features, noticing that the heavy, tired expression from before was beginning to completely disappear, giving way to the Kimi she loved so much.

Y/n approached slowly and kissed his lips softly. Kimi smiled against her mouth at first, savoring the sweetness, and then gently took control of the situation, tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss with a tender intensity full of longing.

His hands moved firmly to her face, his thumbs gently caressing her jawline, while Y/n's hands found refuge in his hair, moving up to the nape of his neck and twirling the curls between her fingers.

After a few minutes enjoying that contact, they slowly pulled away for lack of air, and Y/n smiled with her lips pressed against his.

"Do you have anything to do before we go back to the hotel?"

"I have a meeting with the team in..." Kimi raised his wrist to look at his watch. "In fifty minutes."

"We can stay here a little longer." She held out her index finger and poked his nose.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, my idea from the moment I got out of the car was to stay close to you."

Y/n felt her cheeks quickly heat up at the confession. "Cute."

Kimi chuckled softly at her reaction before leaning forward slightly and affectionately kissing the tip of her nose.

He took her hand, intertwined their fingers firmly, and began to gently pull her toward the sofa in the corner of the room. With a quick, strategic movement, he pulled her onto the sofa with him, making her let out a little gasp of surprise.

Before she could even complain, Kimi was already adjusting their bodies in the confined space, positioning her comfortably against his chest, his long arms around her shoulders and resting his head on top of hers.

As if it were now his turn to take on the role and take care of her.

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ᥫ᭡ off to the races...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♪ off to the races - lana del rey

synopsis: you are the private girlfriend of Kimi Antonelli. When your photos are posted at the first GP you attend in Vegas, Kimi takes matters into his own hands.

warnings: kym illman, google-translated Italian

fc: Alexandra Saint Mleux

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kymillman: ‼️ Carmen Mundt is accompanied by a mystery girl on the paddock and in the Mercedes garage in Vegas! This is a new face in the paddock, who could this beauty be? Is this a new "friend" of young rookie Kimi Antonelli?

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Thursday

Stepping in from the entrance of the paddock with Carmen at your side, you tilt your head down at the overwhelming amount of photographers with their lenses pointed directly at you. Carmen must be used to it, you assume. You'd flown with Kimi to Vegas from your shared apartment in Italy— your first time ever— and quickly learnt that privacy was nothing you could keep up with for long. The blinding lights of advertisements, ridiculously big billboards promoting the race, and all the casino signs in known Vegas fashion. But the publicity of just attending a race in general was more than you had ever been through.

Kimi understood, though, and he's keeping close to you the entire time. You sit cuddled up in the plane seats on the way there, just chatting and laughing. It was only day one, and you're planning on stepping out in the paddock to support Kimi all the way 'til Sunday. While it was your first race attendance, you'd met most of the drivers already, and their girlfriends, and so on. So it wasn't all new.

Carmen, even though she was a fair bit older than you, was always nice to talk to and to meet with. You'd gotten her number one time when Kimi and George did some publicity press in Monaco, where you offered to come with him since no one would notice his little date anyway.

Of course, it's intimating to be surrounded with all strangers and paparazzi when you've been private and a fairly normal person your entire life. Since Kimi wasn't with you, you fly under the radar as simply one of Carmen's friends or a lucky guest with an extra pass.

Kimi left the hotel a lot earlier than you'd even woke up, needing to be as early as possible for first practice and press. He kissed you on the cheek with one foot already out of the hotel room room, with a little "Ti amo", before he was out of sight. You figured you'd be right behind him anyway.

Messaging Carmen that morning, just to ask, "Where are we meeting? Where are we going? What do I do? What are you wearing?"

That morning, you showered in a steamy and marble exclusive shower, sprayed your best perfume, and curled your hair pretty. A beautiful dress you'd bought with Kimi on your first anniversary, now a staple in your closet. Put your favorite mascara and your red lipstick on, and throwing on your most expensive pair of sunglasses. And you felt ready to go. Finally.

Carmen and George stayed on the same floor of your hotel— thank God— you take the elevator down to the ground floor, and there she stood, patiently waiting for you and smiling ear to ear as soon as she spotted you. She's dressed elegantly, as usual— colourful silk scarves and straight leg pants, her white blouse and her hair all curled. You hugged, chatted for a bit and eventually making the walk to the race.

You'd met Alexandra before, in Monaco. After talking a while, you'd exchanged numbers with her too. Of course, she spent most of her time in the paddock in the Ferrari hospitality and the garage. You could tell she was quite popular when she was out and about, though. She and Rebecca complimented each other well, even with Carlos moving to Williams— and Alexandra being left as the only Ferrari wag.

Oh, and Lily, of course. She wasn't here, but you'd seen her many times around when the drivers had more private get-togethers. She's a sweetheart— always smiling, and always a pleasure to have around.

You approached Alexandra with Rebecca alongside Carmen, leaning in to greet Alexandra with a kiss on the cheek. Carmen, joyful as always, "Alex! So good to see you, guapa." Alexandra's outfit is on point, of course, probably costing more than you'd make in a year, you think.

The discussion led everywhere from Vegas, the race, to Leo.

This was Kimi's first time racing the Vegas track, and if he felt nervous about it, he sure didn't show it. But to you, he'd always been like that— calm, sweet, excited and a tad bit naïve.

The buzz in the paddock was surprisingly most intense earliest in the morning, and by the afternoon, the noise had died down lots. Standing in the Mercedes garage with Carmen, you watched as the team tested their setup and their tyres, and completed fuel loads. All the journalists outside were a new thing to you— were you going to have to get used to this now? Was Kimi used to this already?

The day had ended nicely, though. Leclerc surprised the team, Alexandra said, and Kimi did some social media work for the Mercedes admin. He stopped by the open part of the paddock to take photos and to sign things. Hats, Italian Snoopy posters, T-Shirts. You left before that, to avoid bringing too much attention to yourself. Well, he was still just a kid himself, at least in your eyes, and he's so kind and so supportive of the small kids who come to see him, just to say, "I want to race like you some day!"

Practice had gone fine, not the best result, but you were proud of your boyfriend regardless. You understood how hard Kimi pushed himself, even when it hurt.

He's not far behind you when you leave for the car, though. When you arrive at the hotel, you sit around the outside fire pit with the rest of the drivers and just talk and drink (except for Kimi, poor kid). He's still wearing his Mercedes hat, save for the messy curls under it.

The guys have to get up early for tomorrow, but with the girls, you planned an outing for tomorrow night so you can see what Vegas really has to offer.

When the night ends, you lay tangled in the luxurious bed with Kimi, who'd insisted on sleeping in the "ANTONELLI", bracelets and necklaces he was given by fans today. It must have been uncomfortable for him, you thought, but in no less than minutes after laying down, he was out like a light. Good for him. He needs it.

Friday

If the paddock wasn't crowded before, it most certainly is now. If anything was of comfort though, you'd had contact with Kimi the entire morning, he told you about his day yesterday, his errands and so on. No one would see, but no one in at this race knows that you wear a bracelet that matches the one Kimi hides under his long sleeves.

You occupied yourself in the paddock just fine, making conversation with the girls again and attempting to slyly tilt your head away at any eye contact with a camera lens.

Again, you kissed him on the cheek in a no-camera area of the paddock before he ran off to the garage. He was smiley today, regardless of the result yesterday, and you wiped the lipstick off his face before sending him on his way. Kimi's photographer had taken some photos of him for Mercedes promo, looking smug as ever. You love seeing those photos, his name in the garage, him everywhere. Just because no one knows about it doesn't mean he isn't yours.

The result after practice had improved massively today— with Kimi placing second just behind Lando. You understand that he's an adult, fully capable of racing cars at dangerous speeds, but to you, he's still just so little. He's treated as such, by Toto, by the team, by his friends. He's so little and still so successful and loved by most— you are beyond proud.

Qualifying was eventful, with a disappointing result, and you knew it took a toll on him. You will be proud of him regardless, but you understand the importance and the pressure he's under constantly. You come up to hug him when you meet again by the exit, smiling at him despite the misfortune on his face.

The rest of the day is uneventful, you make your way back to the hotel with Kimi eventually, sitting up and talking like you'd done the night before. He was more giddy today, happy with his result, and rightfully so. You laid in bed once again, after lazying a bit while watching TV. He sleeps with his arms wrapped all the way around your waist, as with most nights. And a little hoarse, "Buona notte," before he's out like a light.

Saturday

After the events occurring the day before, walking into the paddock today felt like an easy feat. It's chilly in Vegas, November's cool air. But it doesn't stop you, simply throwing a nice long coat over your shoulders and adorning a little scarf. With your paddock passes hanging from your neck, of course— a small point of pride for you, and for him.

You stop to talk to some of the people you've gotten to know around the hospitality, some photographers, marketing managers, engineers. The nerves today were strong, and you felt it in the atmosphere of the Mercedes garage. Understandably so, considering that this would be Kimi's first time ever racing this track, but with George's quali results, you assume they have nothing to worry about in comparison to some other teams.

You take some photos of the track and the paddock around once you've settled in a nice break area. It was your first time here too, and you didn't nearly get as many opportunities to travel places as Kimi has always done. All the lights, the music, the ambience, the mood— it was nice to experience for the very first time. You could get used to this.

Kimi was feeling ecstatic about this, too— ever since he was a little kid, playing with his Hot Wheels in his bedroom, hosting races with his toys as the audience, making commentary and lining up tracks for his cars. It could bring tears to your eyes how proud you are of where he is today.

And after what felt like an eternity, the much anticipated beginning of the race was called. Sure, you could have stayed in the hospitality with a decent view of the track from above on the balcony. But you know how important this is for Kimi, and you know how important it is to the team. So you stay in the garage for a change, even being a little uncomfortable with the publicity there.

One, two, three... and the race begins. From the first turn, with Stroll and Bortoleto's unlucky calculations, all you can do is hold your gaze to the screen as you fidget with your bracelet. Verstappen in the lead, of course, all the events of the race cause more anxiety than you've ever felt in your life. Kimi's penalty, for example.

You think your boyfriend's insane— he's been performing so well under the race so far that you have no doubt he's been put on his best behavior by the team. He climbs his way up impressively, from P17 all the way to P5 by the end of the race.

The celebrations are in high spirits later on in the night, hitting all the imaginable malls, boulevards, resorts just to celebrate with your boyfriend and his friends after he's done with his media duties.

A memorable Vegas trip, to say the least. After the race that day, he made his way into the garage and hugged you. He didn't care who saw. Not at that moment. Like later on in the night, when you were out and you were 100% sure there was some sort of filming going on, and he'd taken your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it anyway.

You're only notified of the disqualification of the McLaren's after you get back from Vegas, meaning that Kimi actually placed a P3 with George at P2. Words can't describe how proud and emotional you are for your baby.

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kimi.antonelli: Third podium of the year in Vegas! ♠️♥️♣️♦️

Shame to miss out on the podium's pink car but huge thanks to the team for the incredible effort and congrats to George for P2!

Thanks for the love and support 😘

See you all in Qatar in a couple of days 💪🏻

➝ comments

user1: WHAAAAT

user2: are u kidding me. Kimi being smug the entire week just to drop this bomb at the end of it 😭 that should be me

user3: maybe Kimi brought his lucky charm to this race 🤨

mercedesamgf1: Kimi, what a phenomenal race! Congratulations on a stellar performance 👏❤️

user4: bro not even gonna drop her @ after her pics were posted 😭

↳ @user4: and understandably so, do u not see the insane amount of hate wags get for just existing near their bfs??? even if they show up together no ones entitled to her identity