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Hello you beautiful human, could you pls tell us when part 2 of wait for you will be posted? 👉🏻👈🏻

Hello darling! I’m sorry it’s such a long wait, uni work has been killing me recently:( but fear not part 2 will be posted next week!!😎

Wait for you Pt.2 | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Nothing can stand between true love. But what if said love is taken from one's memory?

Warnings: angst, fluff:3

Word count: ~4.9K

A/N: Hello hello! I have finally got aroud to finishing this piece! Hope ya'll enjoy it <3

Lando could not concentrate, not for more than a sentence before his mind was once again playing you as his favourite movie.

Your smile, your eyes it all felt too good to be true and lord… the kiss. Lando had to physically restrain himself every time his mind went there. All he wanted was to run out of this room full of people talking about plans for the upcoming race and just run to you.

His skin was itchy and on fire from waiting for your touch. Now that you’ve given him a dose, given him hope, he was hooked with anticipation for more.

After the conference everyone dispersed into their own rooms except for Lando who followed Oscar to his driver’s room.

“Oscar you will not believe what happened!” Lando giggled as he closed the door.

Thus began the recollection of the touching moment on the roof top with you.

“- and then I asked her out and she said yes, and even gave me a kiss on my cheek before I entered the conference room! Can you imagine that Oscar?! She kissed me!” excitement was pooling around Lando’s lower lash line.

Oscar had forgotten what a truly happy Lando looked like and no matter how tired he was now, he did not want to be anywhere but right here on the uncomfortably tough sofa, listening to his friend talk about his love, especially because that love was you.

“Well that sounds like good news mate, where are you gonna take her by the way?” Oscar watched the life drain from Lando’s face as the excitement for the rendezvous converted to pure stress of the situation.

“Oh my God?! Where am I going to take her?!” Lando started pacing around the small room in circles making Oscar feel positively dizzy just from following Lando with his eyes.

“HELP ME OSCAR!” The older male pulled at his own hair out of sheer desperation for someone else’s input.

“Well just take her where you’ve taken her before, it’ll help her jog the memory,” Oscar answered calmly, rubbing his eyes. Lando’s pacing really did make him dizzy.

“Wait, that’s actually a really good idea. She loved our first date, she was never tired from talking about it,” Lando‘s eyes sparkled with the memory of your hands wrapping around his every time you told someone about your first date. Those were the moments when Lando understood just how deeply he felt for you and how you loved him just as much.

“Exactly. Everything is gonna work out, I can feel it,” Oscar laid an encouraging hand on his teammates shoulder. If reassurance was what Lando needed, Oscar will be there to provide.

The next few days at the paddock were filled with shy glances and giggles as the date spurred the two to secure their connection. Your laughter was never ending as so were Lando’s bright smiles. It seemed that every sentence Lando could think of sounded like the funniest joke to your ears.

While Oscar explained their upcoming race schedule to Lando, comically unbeknownst to him, Lando’s eyes were trained only on one person, as for all his attention too.

“What do you think about that Lando?” Oscar looked into the eyes of his friend only to find his point of attention trained behind himself rather than at him.

As he turned to find the culprit of Lando’s attention, he found no one else but you perched on a counter, lit up by the golden evening sun. Lando giggled as you waved at him and lifted his hand to wave back at you, both of your blushes ever-growing.

“Oh c’mon man, we’ve been through this!” Oscar’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

Damn these two love birds. As much as Oscar was thrilled for his friends once again being together the shy-giggly faze is just as annoying as it was a year ago.

You winked at Lando and he almost lost his stance.

“Really?” Oscar signs.

“She’s flirting with me!” Lando became defensive clutching his chest.

“Mate she’s literally your girlfriend…”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that,” Lando’s smile never left his face as he watched your eyes focus back on the book that lay rested on your thighs.

In that moment something clicked for Lando. Life is truly as good as it can get. All uncertainty has been washed away by hope. It truly felt like you were healing him with every single glance. Perhaps it was just Lando’s imagination but whenever he met your eyes they were yours, he knew those eyes and for the first time in a long time Lando could let himself cry out of happiness when thinking of you. The clouds have dispersed, with each passing day you remembered more and said things that would make Lando stop in his tracks.

Lando no longer needed to look for you, because you were already there…

The over-packed luggage bag fell out of your hands at the sweet sight of a white fluffy bed. Lord knows you wasted no time jumping into the bed after kicking your shoes off at the door.

“Ughhh, this is heaven,” your voice was muffled by numerous pillows, but Lando still heard it clearly.

“I’m gonna set up my sim here, okay?” He asked, unsure if you wished for him to leave or stay. After all sleep was what you favoured over anything.

“Yeah it’s no problem, you know I don’t mind you being around,” you lifted your head slightly and shot him a smile.

“You’re the best!” Lando smiled in excitement and in a few minutes the desk area of the hotel bedroom became a sim racing corner.

“cute,” you admired the man only loud enough for yourself to hear.

It felt like only a couple seconds had passed before Lando was once again calling your name.

“Y/nnnn, are you sleeping?” His eyes met your half lidded ones. Gosh you looked cute, all sleepy… and so kissable.

“I am now,” you yawned the words out, eyes not yet fully open.

“Good, you better not be sleeping, I need you to see me win this,” his concentration in the game never faltered even with you on his mind.

“Don’t worry I’m awake,” you yawned once again making Lando chuckle. “You know, you could just wake me up when you finish and tell me the result?”

“Nooo,” he whined, “I need you to watch me win. Are you watching me?” He turned back for a second just to make sure you were behind him.

And you were. You were sitting there wrapped in a blanket, eyes big and oh so soft. You were there with him and that was all he ever needed.

You climbed out of the bed and stood behind him, hands in his hair and a kiss on his temple to which he let out a satisfactory sigh. ”You’re going to win Lan, I know you can.”

“I’ll only win if you’re by my side, love.” He crossed the finish line and turned around kissing you deeply before you could even congratulate him. His hands were quick to hook under your thighs, your warm skin tickling his fingers. He picked you up effortlessly, nestling the both of you into the bed that had already soaked up the scent of your floral perfume. It’s the same one he gifted you on your last birthday.

Your hands tangled around him, pulling him closer until you breathe the same air. His eyes were glossy, pupils dilated to a point where you could barely see the storm of green and blue. Your fingertips draged across his soft skin and to his silky curls. He was everywhere and you hoped it always stayed that way.

You’re still drunk on quality sleep when the morning light pulled you out of the peaceful slumber. Your hands instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed ghosting over the empty mattress, “Lan?”

A pout formed on your lips as you found the bed empty and void of any and all warmth.

Suddenly your eyes shot open but then again closed up, pain of the bright lighting residing in your retina.

You turned to your left side. Empty bedside. No Lando.

You felt yourself swimming in confusion. Your memories mixing with moments unseen before.

Was I dreaming? Dreaming of Lando in my bed? Quite puzzling indeed. 

But what puzzled you most was that you were in Spain, but Lando was not in your bed.

That revelation, for some unknown reason, did not sit well with you.

Overwhelmed you sat up on the bed, trying so hard to understand why for the love of god you were looking for Lando in your bed.

Why would Lando be here? Why was he in my dream? Was it really a dream?

You got off the bed and started looking for any clues that the dream was not actually a dream but reality.

Although the only thing you found is yourself feeling something for Lando Norris you had not felt before.

Dream or reality? This only served to confuse your heart further.

Your eyes caught the clock on the wall, a clear sign that you should hurry as the slender black arrow was about to meet the number seven.

Today was a free day for the grid. That meant that you were to meet Oscar and Lando in the hotel gym and later head for a complimentary breakfast with the two.

Hanging at the gym with them was not as fun as most imagine. Without their active energy being aimed at making jokes it was easy to get bored since you were not in a mood for a workout.

After walking around for a good five minutes you ran into Alonso.

Ever since you first came to formula 1 Fernando fit right into your life, kind of like a father figure at most times and sometimes as an older and much wiser friend.

For that very reason you were now sat at one of the many leather benches talking the older man’s ear off about everything that had been going left instead of turning out right.

“Every day whenever I’m left alone it just gets so annoying, like I truly have nothing to do, but I have nothing I want to do. Like I’m just trying to sit somewhere and relax but it somehow feels too bland,” a heavy sign exited your lungs making Fernando put down his weights and put all of his attention on you now.

“Take them,” he was clutching a plastic earphone box lightly in his left hand, extending it towards you.

“Don’t you need them?” you lifted your eyes out of curiosity but did not dare take them just yet.

Fernando was quick to brush your question off, “Ech, I don’t like these wireless things, I always loose them.”

Your eyes locked on the case. Do I even like listening to music?

“Don’t worry these are unused, I got them from PR this morning,” he let out a chuckle, unnerved by your silence after being surrounded by your voice for so long.

“Are you sure?” you were uncertain but Fernando thrust the case into your hands and ruffled your hair as you smiled up at the man. “Thank you Fernando.”

“It’s all my pleasure sweetheart, it’s about time you started listening to your music again.”

Fernando walked away before you could inquire him about your taste of music, and how he knew so much about it.

There it was again, that uncomfortable feeling. You felt as if you were behind in class, like everyone knew what was going on and which formula to use for a certain problem, but you did not.

Everyone around you seemed to know things about you before you got to discover them yourself and that did nothing but make you uncomfortable in your own skin.

That is where the spiralling set in.

All of a sudden the world shifted off its natural axes and you were no longer there. Your words seemed to get stuck in your head, your movements too slow and every time you tried to pay attention your mind was engulfed in a thick cloud.

It was all messing you up to further close in on yourself.

Lando noticed. Of course Lando noticed. Even if it was only a week, Lando noticed…

There was one thing Lando actually paid attention to and it was you. But once again his great attraction to you was beginning to pain him, little by little scratching at his heart. With each cold shoulder and weak smile he could feel it, he could feel you moving further from him while he was stationary, just a few steps behind you, nonetheless too far than he’d like to be.

Lando’s eyes drifted around the white ceiling of his driver’s room as he tried to trace his steps back and see what might have caused you to stray from him. Was it something he did? If it was he’d better fix it before it became too late. But what could he have done?

You had the date about three weeks ago, that was fine, great even, and he hadn’t had you so happy and respondent in months. Then there was the free week before Spain which he spent with his family while you went to Australia with Oscar, but you texted and called every single day, most days it was you who initiated the calls and reassured him that he was not keeping you from sleep as the two of you were separated by many, many hours.

Then there was the night you landed in Spain. Lando had waited in the airport for hours, wishing he was the one to take you to the hotel and surprise you with your favourite flowers.

He remembered Spain last year. He could never forget, it was your first time at a race as a couple, the relationship still fresh as a wildflower. Lando was hoping for a win, and he felt he could win with you by his side, like he did the night before on the sim, only because you were there watching him with your soft loving and undeniably sleepy eyes…

He expected to jog your memory with the help of the familiar Spanish scenery however it appeared to blow up right in his face the next day.

He picked you up at the airport and you were happy. Right? Yes. You jumped into his arms, you held his hand and even let a tear escape your eye as you held the flowers close to your chest. On the ride to the hotel you talked so much, excitedly telling him about all kinds of aussie adventures you, Oscar and his girlfriend Lilly got up to. He listened all through them with a pearly smile, even if he had heard the stories before from Oscar, asking you questions while knowing the answers to them only because he knew you’d feel cared for and appreciated if he asked. And to end the short but splendid night you kissed goodnight after he walked you to your room. It was meant to be a thank you for his kindness but the real thank you for him where your eyes.

Your eyes were his weakness since day one.

But the next day your eyes were not your eyes anymore… They were not yours ever since.

Was this it? Is this how life is going to be now? He will work and work to get just a bit of you for you to forget it all the next day.

He had heard about such a thing from doctors how some amnesia patients have clear sky days when they become who they were before but even a slight factor can alter that and not an hour later they can forget all that happened before.

Does this mean you will never remember him?

What if you never love him again…

“Lan get up you muppet we have a race starting in 20,” Oscar yanked the older boy awake from his daydream and watched him return to reality. “Everything okay mate?” he observed the tired eyes of his friend.

“Yeah… let’s go.” Lando trained his gaze away from Oscar and left the room first. As much as he needed to talk about you now, he just couldn’t do it, not to Oscar, not again…

Your fingers mindlessly wrapped around your ring pulling it on and off constantly before your skin started burning, but that didn’t stop your behaviour.

Thanks to your mind running faster than an F1 car you’ve figured out a few things this week.

First. You liked Lando Norris. And that’s great.

But dreaming about him being your boyfriend? Now that’s a bit too much.

Second. You liked music. More than you initially thought you did.

Third. You liked cornflowers. The blue ones.

You didn’t know that before. You couldn’t really think of a flower you liked before…

Fourth. You had no idea who you were.

There it was again, that unshakable feeling out of alignment. Like the whole world had tilted and you were no longer on the same axis as before. Was it only a few degrees off but you felt worlds apart from the days before.

Your heart was racing again, lungs refusing to take in the oxygen, though it was all around. It was easy and natural to breathe, something no one needed to think about to control, it just happened and for some reason you were once again stuck unable to control your own self, just as you were unable to calm your pounding head.

You entered the garage where Oscar and Lando stood listening to one of their engineers explaining something to them animatedly. The earbuds in your ears were almost unnoticeable, even with the melodic tune, until you made eye contact with Lando’s clear blues did the familiar tune follow.

But I knew you,

Dancin' in your Levi's,

Drunk under a streetlight,

I knew you.

All of a sudden it hit you quite literally like a truck full of bricks. And the world completely swung off its axis.

The memories spun as a wind whirl in front of your eyes.

It played like a movie.

Your eyes filled with tears before you could turn away and leave the crowded space. Too confused and much too overwhelmed with what you’ve just remembered.

There was Lando, and he was everywhere. He was holding your hands and he was kissing you and he was sleeping in your bed. But you didn’t understand where all of this came from, when just moments ago you were trying to figure out if you even like the man, now you felt such a tremendous pull towards him, it scared you.

Lando had watched your small smile fade into a look of confusion and your eyes filled with tears. Your last look was it. Eyebrows pulled together, eyes glossy. Something he had not seen in months now. Your whole face was contoured with memories of you two together. And he could see that, he could see it from your eyes, the eyes that recognised him once more, only they were not glistening with love but with salty tears.

She remembered me. She is crying.

Panic ran Lando’s blood cold. He wanted to chase after you but before he could take one step in your direction a firm hand on his shoulder held him back.

Lando looked at the hand before lifting his eyes to meet the concerned eyes of his teammate, “Lando I know what she means to you, but you have a race starting in 5 minutes. We need to get in those cars.”

“But she’s crying Oscar, something is wrong.” Lando’s voice was demanding and rough, if he needed to push Oscar down to get to you he’d do it, no matter how much the thought of hurting his friend displeased him.

Oscar registered the fiery gaze that made home in Lando’s eyes and he did not want to see what followed but he had no thought of letting him go.

“You have to make a choice Lando. It was never going to be easy.”

As much as it hurt Oscar to say those words to his friend, all he wanted was for you and Lando to be together again.

But Oscar saw you this week. And he saw Lando this week. And neither were sights to marvel at.

You were always an extension of Lando and he poured all he had into the girl he loved. But you were different now, and that was changing Lando, although not always in a right way.

By the end of the day if you did not remember loving him and if their labour proved fruitless Lando would have nothing left. No you, no him. For now Lando at least had F1 and Oscar knew that the only thing he could do is help his friend protect his precious job because he had no call in your mind or feelings.

Only a month ago Oscar felt how everything would work out, but maybe working out meant you two finding your happiness apart and not together. Healing separately and moving on from what had passed. As disturbing as that sounded, it looked like the only solution for both of your wellness.

“Boys, cars, now!” a voice boomed, directing them to take their positions.

Oscar and Lando shared one last glance before Lando pulled his helmet back on and settled into his seat.

It’s gonna be a tough race. Oscar thought.

As expected the race was unlike no other this year, 3 crashes, 5 DNF’s all while Lando drove with the concentration of an eagle, his eyes on the road, but your eyes in his mind.

Lando was rethinking everything, he quite literally had the time, almost two hours before he’s allowed out of this car and can finally see you, he needed to be ready for what was to come in the future… or if there was any future for the two of you left.

What if it is the end?

What if you don’t want him anymore?

A couple of tears travelled down his hot cheek and mixed with his sweat. His eyes were burning, his chest was burning but he pushed and pushed himself unafraid to perform a dangerous over-take with the car in front of him. Mere seconds later a loud cheer echoed through his ear.

“P1 LANDO! YOU ARE THE WINNER LANDO!”

“I won?” He repeated while finishing the cool-down lap, complete disbelief soaking his words.

As soon as he stepped out of the car it was all cheering and flashing lights.

I need you to watch me win. Are you watching me? His own voice resonated through his ears, the memory of your eyes before him.

That was the last thread before he broke down crying next to his car.

Everyone cheered even louder. They thought he was facing the high of his life while he felt like rotting in hell.

He needed you to see him when he won. Now he did win, but you were not watching…

He knew you. He knew you so well. When you told him you’d be there, when you kissed his cheek, when you watched the night sky with him, when you held his hand. He knew you’d come back to him. He knew he’d get to hold your hand again and watch you smile all thanks to his wit.

Only he did not know it would be temporary…

Air got caught in Lando’s throat, it was suffocating being encaged within the helmet.

While Lando stood on the podium accepting his award not once did he look down at the crowd before him. Keeping his eyes on the trophy or the other men sharing the podium with him.

But never down, never to the left corner where from the side of his eye he could see that cluster of bright papaya, never to the very front of that gate, never to where you were supposed to be standing.

Because inside he knew that you were not there, but if he never looked back there then there will be no confirmation, so the theoretical possibility that you might just be there was all he could get and he would hold on to it for dear life.

If he never looked down, he could just let himself imagine that you were there, watching him win…

“See boy, you can’t win everything, but when your time comes, you get all that you want. And Lando, you very well deserve this,” it was Fernando tapping the younger boy on the shoulder, expressing his congratulations.

yeah… I won a race but I lost my love.

Sadness encapsulated his heart and the last thing he wanted now was to pretend to celebrate a long awaited win. Before anyone could get their hands on him he disappeared to his driver’s room.

He opened the door and locked it behind himself. He needed to be alone now.

“Lando,” your soft voice greeted him.

“I knew you,” your eyes were ablaze, “I don’t know how or where it came from, but I knew you and I loved you.” You tried your best to calmly express all feelings that came crashing down on you mere hours ago.

“Loved?” Lando breathed under his nose, he was shattered beyond repair as your declaration made him take in a large gulp of air. Lando could feel himself getting mad. This is so fucking unfair.

“You’re so mean.” He slumped down on the couch, his eyes directed away from you.

“What? Lando I’m trying to-“, you stepped closer to him, instantly regretting that decision.

“AND YOU DON‘T THINK I AM?! I’ve been trying for months now, all alone, while you wanted nothing to do with me. You didn’t even know me, while I had to live around you, still in love with you. It’s so unfair, SO FUCKING UNFAIR ALL OF THIS!”, his hands waved with inner rage. He knew he wasn’t mad at you, it was not your fault, but he was mad at something and he needed to let that out. He needed you to finally know how he felt.

“Lando I am sorry, I-“, you tried to interrupt before Lando completely broke.

“IT’S SO UNFAIR THAT YOU WEREN’T THERE, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH ME. SURE YOU DON’T REMEMBER, BUT I DO, I REMEMBER, YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D WATCH ME WIN! AND YOU DIDN’T! YOU LIED!” With each word his voice became louder and louder, he was letting his emotions out for once, tired of holding them in for the sake of everyone else but himself.

“I know Lando! And I did watch you,” you tried to keep your mind levelled and let him let his frustrations out.

“NO, NO YOU DIDN’T, YOU RAN OUT BEFORE THE RACE COULD EVEN START, Y/N I SAW YOU!”

“I. WATCHED. YOU.” You’re the one to raise your voice now, getting close to his face. You needed to show him that you could hear him.

“We were here in Spain a year ago and you were sim racing before the race, you told me to watch you race, because you wanted me to see you win and you did win. But when we woke up the next day I had caught a cold and could not watch you race out on the circuit. You lost and you were crushed. I know Lando. I was there. And I am here now, only this time I was here too, I watched you race and I watched you win.” Your own voice glazed in assertiveness just to make him listen.

Lando’s eyes were in tears, his hands in tight fists unable to understand how something like this could have happened. All of these emotions crashing down on him, he didn’t know what to do, he did not know how to react, he was lost.

Your gentle touch worked to unwrap his tight grip and relax him before placing his palms on your tear stained cheeks.

You’d show him a way, the way you always had.

“I remember Lando. I remember everything. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone for so long. I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you. But we can fix this we can work on this together right?” you pleaded with your eyes, attentively searching his own for an answer.

Lando’s first instinct was to pull you into a crushing hug, breathing you in like you were his oxygen.

Lando finally felt at home. It was and always would be your touch, your presence that could ground him.

“You came back to me. I will do everything to keep you close, Y/n,” He whispered into your neck, the hot air tickling your skin making you giggle.

“You came back,” he held you even tighter and your hands were just as firm grasping him.

“I‘ll never leave you again,” you ran your hands through his soaked curls, letting the memories of your life before take over each one of your cells and fill you, “I’m sorry for taking so long my love,”

“Don’t be.” Lando broke the hug so he could look into your eyes again.

Now he saw his true prize. It was your eyes, your rosy cheeks, your glistening lips. You were back and you still loved him,“ I’d always wait for you.”

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Isn't it strange - Charles Leclerc

charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: loosely based on strange by celeste warnings: Angst, fluff a/n: my first fic… I have so many more ideas. This was just a warm up! 

It was a huge cliche the way you and charles met way back in 2019. It was his first day at the ferrari factory and he was running late. Coffee in hand he ran towards the building entrance failing to notice the girl walking out of doors, spilling everything onto her ferrari polo. 

He was completely frozen before he snapped back into reality reaching for his ferrari jumper to dry the shirt. Apologies spewing from his mouth continuously but all you did was stop him and  tried to tell him it was alright and he should head inside for his meeting as he was already late he gave you his jumper and ran inside one thought playing on his mind. He never got your name

 He never saw you again until the next race you spotted him and made your way over returning his washed and dry jumper as you were about to turn around he asked you if you would like to get coffee as a thanks. You laughed and told him to promise he wouldn't spill it on you again his eyes lit up and he joined your laughter. 

The rest was history. 

One coffee date led to many many more until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend after his win at monza all of a sudden it was your 1 year anniversary and you couldn't be happier. Charles was the sweetest most considerate boyfriend you’d ever had. He put all his effort into making you happy when he was not racing. He took you on dates that no one could compare to, he made sure you were always safe and comfortable when in public and most importantly he supported you in your career as you worked through the ferrari engineering internship.  

So when you got a job offer to work at Mclaren for the 2021 season as their main engineer you thought he would be happy for you as this was not only a massive step in your career but also for women in engineering and motorsport. How wrong you were. 

You opened the door and walked to the kitchen bursting to tell him the news. That was until he shoved the letter across the countertop with a look of betrayal on his face. Your smile dropped as you saw the mclaren logo at the front. 

He shook his head and began to laugh in disbelief. You tried to explain that you’d still be in the paddock but he wouldn't have any of your answers. He claimed you going  to mclaren  wasn't necessary as they were not doing well and ferrari was better, he even told you that you didn't need to work at all and he could provide for you saying engineering wasn't meant for women and how mclaren only hired you to make them look good.

Tears fell down your face as you looked at him in disbelief. A scoff escaped your lips as you brushed passed him to gather all your things from his apartment. charles not understanding why you were leaving despite telling him multiple times. Once you got to the door charles was still so sure he didn't do anything wrong so you left and never looked back.

Radio silence. Nothing from charles. All of your messages were left on delivered. The season has ended and you were officially announced as lando’s main engineer. Praise came from the whole team and from across the whole paddock. Everyone except the one person you wanted praise from. 

The last straw was when he brought another girl with him. It was like a knife stabbed you in the heart as you saw them walk past the mclaren garage. you always thought you’d get back together. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality, when you turned around you were met by lando who smiled at you “don't worry love you’ll find someone who appreciates you now come on smile for me i can't have my main girl being sad now can i?” he asked  as you smiled for him and laughed when he cheered unnecessarily loud. 

Unbeknownst to you charles watched the whole interaction bitterness filled his heart as he watched you laugh with someone else he knows he's to blame for losing you but he can't quite grasp it yet his eyes finally breaking away from the mclaren garage as he walked away 

You had just finished debrief and walked out of the mclaren garage, suddenly your shirt was wet as you looked up, your eyes locked with his. He offered you his jumper but this time you declined, smiling at him pulling a mclaren hoodie out of your bag. It truly was the end

Tummy Strokes - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smutish (light touching) the title says it all x word count: 1130+ taglist: @game-set-canet I love this picture so much, my handsome dutchy x open for requests :)

The hum of activity in the Red Bull Racing garage is almost soothing in its routine chaos. Mechanics buzz around you, fine-tuning every aspect of the car that will soon roar on the Monaco circuit. Despite the frenzy, this corner feels like your private oasis, hidden from the world.

Max stands in front of you, resplendent in his racing suit, every inch the epitome of a Formula 1 driver. With his suit slightly unzipped at the top, a tantalizing glimpse of the white fireproofs underneath is revealed.

Max looks every bit the champion in his snug racing suit. The fabric hugs his athletic frame, accentuating his physique with flawless precision. Every contour of his body is highlighted, from the broadness of his shoulders to the lean muscles of his arms and legs. As he moves, the suit moves with him, a second skin that seems tailor-made to showcase his strength and agility.

His confidence radiates from him, his stature commanding attention even in the bustling atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix. With his cap perched just on his head, he exudes a casual charm that belies the fierce competitor within.

But it is the way he carries himself with quiet determination and unwavering focus that truly makes him stand out.

You can't help but smile at how effortlessly handsome he looks, even amid the pre-race madness.

"You look amazing." You say, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with admiration.

Max blushed slightly, the faintest hint of pink coloring his cheeks. It is a rare sight, and it makes your heart swell. 

You reach out, your hand finding his stomach, and begin to stroke him gently. The fabric of the suit is smooth under your fingers, and you feel the tension in his muscles ease as you touch him. 

The small act of intimacy is something he cherishes, and you love being able to provide him with a moment of calm.

Max's gaze softens with a mixture of affection and vulnerability. It is a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes about the trust and comfort you find in each other's presence. At the same time, his tummy tenses slightly under your touch, a reaction that sends a thrill of warmth through you.

His blue eyes meet yours, a soft smile curving his lips. "That shirt suits you well," he says, his voice warm and genuine.

You glance down at the Red Bull shirt you are wearing, a mirror image of his usual style, paired with skinny jeans. 

"Thanks; it's my favorite," you reply, looking back up to see him watching you with an expression that is both tender and filled with a kind of unspoken pride.

You continue stroking his chest, and Max lets out a low growl, a sound that sends a thrill through me. His expression softens even more, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the delicate strokes. 

"That feels good." He hums, leaning into your touch, sighing contentedly as the firmness of his body relaxes beneath your hand. 

Max's hands at your waist pull you closer to him, and you steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his racing suit. With a gentle touch, you slip one of your hands inside his suit, feeling the smooth texture of the fireproofs against your skin as you stroke his chest.

As your fingers trace along Max's taut muscles beneath his thin firerpoofs, eliciting a low growl from his throat, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through you.

Felling his hands along your waistline, exploring with a gentle yet possessive touch, only fuels the fire between you, but then a mechanic approaches you, breaking the spell.

"Max, time to gear up." He says, his tone respectful yet firm.

As the announcement for the third free practice echoes through the garage, Max straightens up, the professional racer taking over. 

"Duty calls," he murmurs, licking his lips in anticipation of the adrenaline-filled session.

With a smile, you take hold of the zipper on Max's racing suit, slowly pulling it up as he enjoys the sensation. His eyes close briefly, savoring the feeling of the sleek fabric sliding smoothly against his skin.

Once the suit is fully zipped up, you continue to stroke his chest a few more times, relishing the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric.

Max's contented expression only spurs you on, and you indulge in a few more gentle strokes before playfully snatching his cap and placing it on your own head.

"Hey!" he protests, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

You give him a cheeky grin. "It suits me, don't you think?" Tilting your head teasingly, you shrug. "And you don't need it just now, do you?"

Max chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, you can borrow it, but only because it looks so good on you." A final grin plays on his lips, and Max concedes defeat, allowing you to keep the cap for the time being.

He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture adding a touch of casual charm to his already magnetic presence. His tousled locks seem to dance beneath his fingertips.

With a final, lingering look, Max turns to join his team. You watch as he gears up, slipping on his gloves and helmet with practiced ease. The snug fit of his suit flatters every curve and contour of his body, accentuating the firm muscles and the tension building inside him as he prepares for the session.

After donning his helmet, Max takes a moment to make sure everything is in place. With a swift motion, he adjusts the straps and secures the helmet snugly against his head. 

Once satisfied with the fit, he runs his gloved hand over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his racing suit. It is a ritual, a final check to ensure everything is as it should be before hitting the track.

His touch is confident, familiar with the contours of his own body. He traces the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension beneath the fabric. A moment of silent concentration, a moment where the outside world fades away, and there is only him and the session ahead.

As he strokes his chest, a sense of determination washes over him. He is ready. Ready to push himself to the limit, ready to chase victory with every ounce of his being. With one last deep breath, he glances at you, a silent acknowledgement of the support you share.

Then, with a nod to his mechanics, he steps into the cockpit, his focus shifting entirely to the task at hand. The enhine roars to life, a symphony of power and precision. 

You watch him go, your heart swelling with pride and admiration for the incredible athlete he is.

you’re so vain | jenson button

through the decades masterlist

California 1972

The day you met Jenson Button was the day you swore you would never fall in love with, but of course his charming smile had convinced you. But then came the worst part, he had become someone else. If you looked up the definition of vain in the dictionary, a picture of Jenson would be there. Ever since he became the world champion, it was all he could talk about.

“Hey, lovely, why don’t you put down the pen and paper and let’s go drive around? I know the perfect place for you and me. Remember how you used to love driving with me?” Jenson said over the phone one day.

“I would rather die than ever go on a date with you again, Jenson Button.” And you ended the call. You weren’t sure how he even got your number in the first place, but one thing was for sure, you would never go on a date with him.

After dismissing your call with Jenson, you walked back to your recording booth where your band was. You had a melody stuck in your head for the past couple of days and you desperately wanted to write down lyrics for it, but nothing came up.

“Hey, Y/n! Some Button guy keeps calling the landline, says he wants to take you out to dinner.” The drummer of your band said as he entered the room.

“For fucks sake.” You sighed. “Tell him I’m not here, that I left the country or something.”

“Okay . . . ” The drummer, Brad, said confused but went with it. He walked back to the phone.

“Button guy? What’s that about?” The guitarist, Dave, asked.

“He’s a formula one driver, but he’s so egotistical! This one time we went to a party and he walks in like he’s on a yacht! I can’t believe I even went out with him. . .” You sighed.

“Aren’t all formula one drivers a little bit egotistical? Or this Button guy worse?” Brad came back. “He asked if you were writing a song about him and I hung up. Can’t believe you dated him.”

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned. “What’s worse is that we’re supposed to perform at his boss’s birthday party this weekend. He’s definitely going to be there.”

When you were with Jenson, his boss had asked you to perform at his birthday party and you being the kind person, you said yes. Now there was no way of getting out of it.

Brad then spoke. “Well if he wants a song written about him. . . I say you write one and you perform it at the party.”

It didn’t take you long to grab your journal and pen and start writing down lyrics. You had your new song finished it about three hours and spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with a melody with the band. Soon, Jenson Button would hear his song in front of thousands of people.

—

Jenson had arrived to the party as if he owned the place. He had a pretty woman by his side and a beer in his hand. He spotted his friends and greeted them.

“This beauty right here is . . .” Jenson truly couldn’t remember the woman’s name. Sarah? Linda? “Tell them your name, love, it sounds better when you say it cause of your accent. Music to my ears!”

“Amara, nice to meet you.” The woman said with a lovely Italian accent.

“How’d you meet each other?” Jenson’s friend asked.

“Met her in Saratoga.” Jenson replied. In reality, that was all he remembered. What was he doing in Saratoga? Who knows. . .

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” The host of the party and Jenson’s boss announced on the microphone. He stood on the stage with a bright smile. “First off, thank you for joining me and my family this evening. We’ve had a very successful year, thanks to our world champion, Jenson Button!”

A bright light shined on Jenson, who waved to the crowd, clearly loving the attention. Soon enough, Jenson wouldn’t like it at all.

“Now, for the main event, miss y/n l/n!”

You walked to the stage with total confidence. You wore your best dress and heels, ready to sing your heart out. The crowd cheered for you and the band, all but one. Jenson.

“Isn’t that the chick you were dating?” A friend whispered to him.

“Her name is y/n.” Jenson corrected.

“Well hello! You all look very lovely tonight. We are very happy to be here and I hope we all have a great time. So our first song is a new one, but feel free to dance.” You smiled at the crowd as your band started playing.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht

Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot

Jenson watched as you sang beautifully. He had seen you perform many times before but this one felt different. Even his date was loving the new song. Amara bopped her head as you sang.

It wasn’t until the chorus that Jenson started to realize what was going on.

“You're so vain! You probably think this song is about you!” You sang as you looked at Jenson.

Of course she would do this, thought Jenson. He looked around and saw the crowd living the song. How could they enjoy it?

“I bet you think this song is about you. Don't you, don't you?”

As you continue singing, Jenson remembered the phone call he made several days ago.

“Is she writing a song about me? Oh, poor lovesick y/n can’t get over me.”

This was his song. Fuck.

Suddenly, the confident Jenson was nowhere to be seen. You took that confidence and stomped on it with your pretty little heels. For once in his life, Jenson hated being your muse.

mum said no | lewis hamilton

an: i love hot ones <3 that’s all

After canceling many times, Lewis finally made his appearance on Hot Ones with Sean Evans. He was a big fan of the show so he was happy to finally get to be a guest. Not only was he a big fan, but so was his eleven year old daughter, Maeve, so naturally she accompanied him to the set.

Maeve Hamilton watched as her dad ate spicy wings and answered questions. When talking about Roscoe, Maeve payed close attention. She loved talking about Roscoe so much.

On the monitor, a picture of Roscoe and Maeve appeared. Maeve was wearing a black Lewis shirt that her mum had bought from an Etsy store while Roscoe licked her face. It was the British Grand Prix and Maeve, along with her sisters, was beyond excited.

“Look, Mavy, that’s you and Roscoe!” Lewis pointed to the screen. “That was taken last year. Do you remember?” Lewis asked his daughter.

Maeve looked at the picture and nodded. “Angela took it!”

“Is your family always at the races?” Sean asked.

“Most of the time during the summer, yeah. It’s always a great time when they’re in the garage, but when it’s school time, they stay home with their mum.” Lewis explained. “They don’t like that at all. But I always tell them education comes first.”

“But I get lots of good grades.” Maeve cut in.

“What’s your favorite subject?” Sean asked the girl.

“I like science.” Replied Maeve.

As the show went on, Maeve was seated next to the camera crew, laughing at her father. He was now taking bigger bites.

“You can do it!” Maeve cheered on.

“Thank you, baby. Love you.” Lewis chuckled and blew a kiss to the girl. “I can always count on my girls to cheer me on.”

“On the topic of family, is it possible that Formula One could get another Hamilton on the track? Or do they want to go into other careers?” Sean asked.

“At one point, they did say they wanted to, but now they’re discovering more careers that they’re interested in. I will support them in whatever choice they make.”

You and Lewis both knew that your daughters would never be Formula one drivers. You both talked about how hard it would be on them. He saw how fans were tough on Mick. He didn’t want his girls to go through that.

The wings got spicier and all Maeve could do was laugh at the faces Lewis was making. He drank milk but that barely helped. Tears were starting to come out his eyes. Maeve noticed and quickly went to her father’s side and used a clean napkin to clean the tears since she didn’t want him using his own hands that were covered in sauce.

“Thank you, baby.” Lewis said as Maeve cleaned up the tears.

“What kind of reaction do you get when somone pulls up alongside of you and then sees that it’s, you know, Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel next to them?” Sean questioned.

“Most people are just like ‘Holy Shit!’ um. . .” Lewis chuckled.

“They’re not revving their engine at you or anything?”

“I’ve had people, yeah traffic light that wanna race yeah.” He nodded. “Definitely when I was young, I felt like yeah. . . smoke this fool.” He laughed.

“This man wanted to race you yesterday!” Maeve spoke up. “Mum said no.”

“I got kids now!” Lewis laughed once again. “I got precious cargo, I can’t be fooling around.”

“And mum said no.” Maeve whispered to him.

“Yup, and mum said no.”

Teammate’s sister - Oscar Piastri x Norris!Reader

also low-key bimbo!reader

fluff

approx. 1100 words

warnings : boobies hehehe.. not even re read this not checked it don’t even know what i wrote about actually .

oscar piastri masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You and Lando were worlds apart in terms of style and interests. You had your hair done religiously every month, your nails and lashes tended to bi-weekly, and you shopped for clothes with an almost impulsive fervor. Your wardrobe was a parade of skimpy outfits and vibrant hot pinks, drawing attention wherever you went.

Lando frequently invited you to his races, though you didn't always make it. He didn't mind much; you were there for his first podium, his first pole, and his first win—those moments were what mattered to him.

In your own way, you were part of his triumphs, a bright spot in the whirlwind of his racing career.

However, it was more than common knowledge that Oscar was practically in love with you. He would go to any lengths, even risking his health, just to be in the same room as you for a moment. The truth was, he'd gladly trade his own comfort, his own needs, just for a chance to catch a glimpse of your smile or hear your laughter. It was as if being near you filled him with a sense of purpose that eclipsed everything else in his life.

He'd sit through long, grueling days of racing with a knot in his stomach, unable to eat or drink, all for the hope of running into you in the paddock. His heart raced at the thought of you, and he found himself lost in daydreams about what it would be like to hold your hand, to share a quiet moment away from the chaos.

For Oscar, it felt as though he would gladly die for you, surrendering everything just to keep you close. He'd stand in front of any danger, facing it without a second thought if it meant protecting you. Your happiness was his sole reason for being, and he would sacrifice anything—even his own heart—to see you smile.

At the Hungarian GP, the paddock buzzed with frenetic energy. Mechanics swarmed around the cars, making last-minute adjustments, while the roar of engines warming up filled the air. The scent of burning rubber and fuel permeated the space, mingling with the tension and excitement that crackled like electricity.

Cameras from Sky and F1 TV frequently cut to you, capturing your every move. You were fairly certain this was because audience attention spiked whenever you appeared in your little outfits, your bright smile lighting up the paddock. Amidst the organized chaos, your presence was a splash of color and warmth, drawing eyes and increasing viewership with every glimpse the cameras caught.

You watched intently as Lando breezed through to Q1, finishing on pole position and greeting him as he got out the car with a running hug.

Oscar watched as you ran, your tits bouncing with each step. God he loved your boobs. He was zoned out... thinking... when he noticed you were getting closer. Now running towards him in your mclaren jersey with the number 81 on the back.

You had his number displayed prominently on your body.

He could have died right there and then. The fabric of your tight-fitting jersey clung to your curves as you surged toward him, pressing your body against his with a forceful, yet intimate impact.

"Well done!" you breathed, your lips close to his ear as you wrapped your arms around him.

"You raced really well!" you whispered.

He could feel your tits pressed against him, the sensation overwhelming.

"I'm really proud!" you murmured, your voice low and sultry.

His heart raced, his face flushed with a deep crimson. "I- erm- yeah- thank you," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "Your brother did better, though..."

You shrugged nonchalantly, a playful smirk curling at your lips. "But I'm not talking to Lando, I'm talking to you," you purred, your eyes locked onto his with a mischievous glint.

It took every ounce of restraint for him to release your waist, where his hands had lingered a moment too long. When he finally let go, it was with a reluctant, almost desperate reluctance, his fingers brushing against your skin as they withdrew.

You smiled bashfully, your gaze dropping to your feet as you blushed.

"Go out with me," he blurted out abruptly, his mind racing to catch up with the reckless words he had just thrown at the most captivating woman he'd encountered in his 23 years. "Sorry! Oh god, sorry. I didn't mean to say that." He stumbled back, almost as if trying to escape his own audacity.

He didn't get far before your giggle stopped him in his tracks. "Sure," you said softly.

He spun around in shock, his heart pounding as he took a few quick strides back toward you. "Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm," you nodded, your smile growing warmer.

All he could manage to utter was, "Wow," his voice barely above a whisper, before his manager swooped in, dragging him away for interviews. The sound of your laughter lingered in his ears, making his heart race with anticipation and excitement.

#

Oscar couldn't focus on the questions being thrown at him by reporters. His mind was spinning, replaying the moment over and over again. He kept glancing over at you, where you stood chatting with Lando, your smile brighter than ever.

As soon as he was free, Oscar made a beeline for you. He found you leaning against the McLaren hospitality suite, sipping a drink.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"Hey," you replied, looking up at him with a knowing smile.

"So, um, about what I said earlier," he began, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You mean asking me out?" you teased.

"Yeah, that," he said, his face flushing. "I wasn't kidding, you know. I'd really like to take you out. Properly."

Your eyes softened, and you nodded. "I know, Oscar. And I'd like that too."

"Really?" He sounded almost incredulous.

"Really," you confirmed.

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Okay, great. How about dinner tomorrow? After the race?"

"Sounds perfect," you said. "I'll be waiting."

Oscar couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "I'll see you then."

As he walked away, he felt lighter, like he was walking on air. He had a race to focus on, but now he had something even more exciting to look forward to.

#

The rest of the day passed in a blur. The next day, Oscar raced amazingly, but his mind kept drifting back to you. When the race was over and the celebrations had died down for his first win, he found you waiting for him, just as you promised.

"You ready?" he asked, trying to keep his nerves in check.

"Ready," you said.

As you walked out of the paddock together, Oscar couldn't help but think that this was the start of something incredible. And for once, he didn't feel shy around you.

Chapter Fifteen

“we have never heard the devil’s side of the story, seeing as god wrote the book”

pairing: daniel ricciardo x driver oc

word count: 14.3k

warnings: depictions of sexual harassment, explicit language, drinking, motorsport accidents, mentions of sex, mentions of death, mature themes

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“I cannot believe you talked me into this!” Her mom groaned, buckling her seat belt while Sam reached over to make sure her helmet was on tight and then double checking the seatbelts herself. 

“You’re gonna be fine mom. It’ll be fun,” she assured her excitedly, sitting back in her seat, doing up her own belts, and then starting the car. 

Sam began to do last moment checks on the car like adjusting her mirror and steering wheel height, and then with a wave out to the people watching from the pit lane, she slowly started to creep toward the starting line where she would wait for the green flag. 

“Is it too late to back out now?” Her mom mumbled. Sam laughed when she looked over at her mom, who was already bracing herself against the back of the seat with a tight grip on the handle of the door with her eyes squeezed shut. 

Sam fumbled with her words, trying to find a way to make sure she made it around the circuit with her mom, “Uh yep. Once that seatbelt locks, it doesn’t unlock until the car tracks it's completed at least one lap.”

The woman opened her eyes and gave Sam a hesitant look, as if her maternal instinct was telling her Sam was trying to pull one over on her. 

“New upgrade created specifically for cars used during hot laps. Technology is crazy,” Sam lied, trying to hold in her laughs at the state of her mom, before she turned to the camera in the car and offered it a look that told them she had no idea where she’d come up with that excuse, let alone how her mom had managed to believe it.

And just like that, the green flag was dropped and Sam’s foot pushed down onto the accelerator. She let out a chuckle as her mom screamed in terror. 

The woman screamed nearly the entire lap, only stopping to yell expletives at her daughter or berate her to slow down. Sam could barely breathe with how hard she was laughing; the irony of Eliza being terrified of fast cars, while her daughter drove them for a living. 

As they rounded the final corner and stopped back where they had started not long ago, Sam put the car in park and turned to look at her mom. “See, not so bad. And you’re still breathing. Who would've thought! It’s not like I do this for a living” She laughed with sarcasm. 

The woman turned and glared at her daughter, not fond of the joking being done at her expense. “Samantha Jordan Thompson, get me out of this car!” Her mom was tugging on the belts and trying to pull her helmet off in a frenzy. 

Rolling her eyes with a chuckle, Sam unbuckled her own belt and reached over to do her mother’s. The second she was free, the door flung open and Eliza was out of sight. 

When she made her way out of the car herself, Sam pulled her helmet off and shook out her hair. As always with hotlaps, Sam let the camera and host come over and talk to her, her personal videographer not far behind. 

“Your mom flew out of here! Hoping that wasn’t an indicator of how the lap went,” they laughed. 

“Well let’s just say my mom has a hatred for fast cars, so my full name was shouted into the ether quite a few times,” Sam joked. 

She was antsy to get a move on. Not because she was worried about her mom— Sam knew that she was off to the HAAS hospitality to be a grump until qualifying, she could handle herself. What she was worried about, was getting held up in interviews and fan interactions for so long that she missed Daniel’s show run in the Earnhardt car. It was bad enough she had yet to see him all day, but she’d kick herself if she missed what he had been looking forward to all week; she couldn’t wait to see the smile on his face afterwards. So once she finished a third interview, she checked her watch and without bothering to drop her helmet off, she sprinted across the paddock to where she knew her friends were waiting for her, with a perfect view of the track. 

Sam was dodging people left and right, waving back at people who waved as she passed. It made her feel like a shitty person, but she didn’t even stop for fans who were trying to wave her down for a photo or an autograph. But finally, she saw her friends standing next to the fence, and with a nod to the security outside the area, she made her way toward them.

“Did I miss it? Has he started the run?!” Sam shouted through heavy breathing as she approached the fence across from the pit lane. 

“No!” Molly shouted with glee. “But look who I found!”

From beside her best friend, Pato O’Ward appeared smiling. 

“Ahí está mi chicle!”

“Pato! Te he echado de menos!” I’ve missed you!

The two exchanged a brief hug and Sam pulled away with a smile. “I didn’t even think to put two and two together that you’d be here! Is it just you?” She craned her head to look behind him, and even turned to see if any more of her indycar friends had accompanied him. 

He laughed at her “Felix is back in the garage and I saw Josef earlier today, but that’s all I’m sure about.”

She let out a tiny squeal and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him back and forth. 

“I can’t believe you’re here! You remember Molly, but I’m not sure if she’s introduced you to Mick yet,” Sam said, turning toward her teammate. 

They shook hands with beaming smiles, and in the distance, the deep rumble of an engine roared. Sam momentarily disregarded her friends and hopped up on the fence where she could see Dale Earnhardt’s car and Daniel’s silhouette inside, and then she stuck her upper body out of the gap and waited for him to put the car into drive. 

Back on the ground, Mick and Pato exchanged a few words. 

“By the way, did you call Sam ‘gum’?”

Pato laughed. “You speak Spanish?” At Mick’s nod, he continued, “I did, yes. During her rookie year, Sam would get in trouble for chewing bubble gum during media all the time, but then one day she fell asleep in her hauler and got a big wad stuck in her hair. She nearly cried when Chilton said he was going to have to cut it to get it out. But then Danica just put some peanut butter on it and it was no big deal. After that she swore she’d never chew it again. We’d mess with her all the time after. Buying packs and packs of it to leave everywhere for her to find, buying wigs and filling them with gum—”

“Patricio, stop embarrassing me. Mick, don’t listen to him he's a dirty, rotten, no good liar. Now both of you get up here, he’s coming.” Sam didn’t even remove her upper body from past the gate to shout at her friends. 

And moments later, just like that, the blue and yellow car zipped by with a deep roar of its cheers erupted from all around the track. Almost as fast as the car came into view, a smile made its way onto Sam’s features. She could even begin to imagine what this meant to Daniel and how much fun he must have been having. His smile was so clear in her mind it’s as if he was standing right in front of her.

Once they watched the car pull back off the track, the remaining group of four made their way over to where the crowd of media and paddock pass-wielding onlookers were gathering. When Daniel stepped out of the car, cameras began to flash and the noise level increased tenfold. Sam could barely get a long look at him. But she knew she had been right; that smile was genuine, one of the only she’d seen on his face in the paddock this season. 

As Daniel was pulled every which way to talk to reporters, cameras, and fans, Sam and Pato began to catch up while they waited for him to walk by. They’d been close during her Incycar years, and had considered each other good friends. So talking to him felt like she was transported back to a stress-free, easy going, successful time in her life; an unexpected breath of fresh air. So she wore a genuine smile on her face as well. 

So as he made his way back to his garage, Daniel didn’t even think twice to stop and talk to Sam when he spotted her from the corner of his eye. The last thing he had expected was her to be able to watch his show run— she was booked and busy every free moment she had this weekend since it was her home race. 

But there she was, a smile on her face. 

And standing across from her was Pato. 

Daniel’s smile would have momentarily faltered when he saw the Indycar driver was the source of Sam’s smile if he hadn’t been riding the oxytocin high of his show run. So unbothered, he walked toward the group, and before he could announce his presence, Molly shrieked in excitement turning everyone’s heads. 

“Daniel! How are you still breathing after that!?”

“I don’t think I am to be fair,” he chuckled as he pretended to use his fingers to search for a pulse on his neck. 

“Was it everything you hoped and dreamed it would be?” Sam asked, her smile stretching ear to ear. 

“Absolutely. I still can’t believe it happened,” he smiled, lifting his helmet and tapping it against hers.

“Good to see you, man! I guess now that you’ve driven a Nascar, that officially makes you an American, no?” Pato said, chuckling and giving Daniel a brotherly smack to the arm.

Daniel chuckled but Sam rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Nope. I’m the only American driver on the grid. No exceptions,” she shook her head surely, pretending to pout as she crossed her arms over her chest, helmet clanking around as she did so. 

Pato laughed again, looking to his left at Sam and tilting his head toward her, “Vas a dejar que se salga con la suya tratando de robarte el protagonismo?” Are you going to let him get away with trying to steal your thunder?

She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, “No podría si lo intentara…” He couldn’t if he tried… 

As the two old friends spoke back and forth to one another in Spanish, Daniel couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy somewhere deep in his chest. He had no idea what they were saying, so all he could focus on was the inflections of their voices, and how he suddenly found Spanish to be an extremely romantic language. The way Pato was able to make her laugh so effortlessly— the same way it had taken Daniel months to finally unlock. 

His mind jumped back to their dinner in Portugal, before everything had taken a detour and gone to absolute shit. She was laughing like that night, right? And he’d only known her for a month or so— Wait, maybe she was just being nice? Maybe he’d been too much of an optimist and only saw what he wanted to see and she really thought that— But now. Their conversation in Colorado, and everything that’s transpired since then. That meant something. They were… whatever they were, now. Unless it—

Daniel had no idea where this outpouring of doubt was coming from. He could hear Sam in his mind telling him to take things slow, and these emotions meant he was doing just the opposite. The thousands of thoughts running through his head went silent at once when he looked up and saw the small group of friends staring at each other. 

“You alright, mate?” Pato asked in a concerned tone. 

“Yeah, head is still in the clouds I guess. Sorry,” he shook his head side to side and brushed it off. 

Sam chimed in, “I was just telling Pato about our plans tomorrow and asked if he wanted to tag along—“

Something inside Daniel twisted. “Yeah you should come. It’s gonna be great,” he said in his happiest tone, as believable as he could. He really liked the McLaren Indycar driver— before he assumed he had been flirting with Sam— and the last thing he wanted was to exclude anybody, let alone let his stupid jealousy lead anyone to become suspicious. 

“Ah I appreciate it, but I don't want to intrude.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome. It’ll be nice to spend some time together again,” Sam slapped his chest, not allowing him to think he was being a bother. 

It took him a second, but after both threatening looks from Sam and Molly, and supportive looks from Mick and Daniel, he finally agreed. “Alright, I'm in. I’ll go buy myself a cowboy get-up. Text me the details,” he said pointing to Sam. She nodded with a smile. He turned to Daniel and continued, “You headed back to the garage too?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Let’s do it.” Before Daniel left, he turned back toward Sam, Mick, and Molly. “I’ll see you guys later,” they smiled and gave him a wave, and then he turned to walk back to the McLaren garage to get ready for qualifying. 

Eighteen seconds of qualifying remain, and each of the ten drivers is out on track trying to set a time. Currently, Verstappen leads ahead of Bottas— who will take a grid penalty at the end of this— followed by Hamilton, Norris, Sainz, Ricciardo, Leclerc, Gasly, Thompson, and finally Tsunoda. 

Hamilton has found good time in the middle sector after loses significant time in the first. Thompson will cross the line staying in ninth. Bottas will be the last to cross the line before the end of the session, and stays third fastest. 

Here he goes, the clock is at zero and Hamilton is crossing the line, trying to get provisional pole back, and he does so by 0.006 of a second! The crowd is roaring as he takes the pole for the time being! But Verstappen has absolutely aced the first sector! This is not over yet!

Sainz crosses the line in fifth. Gasly stays down in eighth, Norris doesn’t improve from fourth. Verstappen is rounding turn 15, this is going to be so close! Leclerc jumps ahead of his teammate up into fifth! Ricciardo is up to sixth! And Tsunoda finishes tenth!

Now, Verstappen has seven poles in the last ten races, and he makes it eight as he takes back provisional pole from Hamilton here in Austin! Hamilton will start from the second spot tomorrow like he has—

But wait! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! 

Thomson’s name has split out two championship contenders as she propels herself into the second spot on the grid! Unbelievable! I don’t think anybody saw this coming! 

She must have pushed that car to the limit, because that is the best qualifying of her career! For the first time, Samantha Thompson will be starting an F1 race from the front row! The American driver is giving her home country something to stop and look at, that’s for sure! 

“Has anybody seen Sam?” Mick asked a group of drivers standing together. Kimi, Antonio, Valterri and Fernando all shook their heads no. He tried not to panic, but the closer they got to the walkouts, the more he was starting to worry about her absence. 

Mick hadn’t heard from her since they arrived to the paddock, so as he made his way across the room they were waiting in, he approached the person among them all he thought most likely would have seen her. 

“Daniel,” the Australian looked up from his phone at the mention of his name. Mick walked up to him and quietly asked, “Do you know where Sam is? I can’t find her anywhere and—”

But before he could finish his thought, a woman wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard shouted into the room. “One minute to walk out, drivers. Find your marks and wait for the countdown.”

Mick looked back to Daniel, hoping he had an answer, but he only shook his head. 

Now he was really starting to panic. As quickly as he could without looking crazy, he ran toward the woman and flagged her down. “Wait, wait! We can't start yet. My teammate isn’t here. HAAS F1. Samantha Thompson. We have to wait, its her home race.”

The woman took a moment and checked her clipboard. After scanning the first page, then the second, her eyes must have landed on whatever he was looking for, which sent a wave of relief through Mick. But her response quickly made that disappear, “Everything is under control. Find your mark and wait for your name to be announced.”

He tried his hardest not to roll his eyes, or get too upset at her cryptic answer. Defeatedly, he turned around and let out a breath of frustration, pulling out his phone to call her yet again. 

George walked up to him, concern also lingering in his eyes. “Did you find her?”

With a shake of his head and a gesture in the useless woman’s direction, Mick grumbled, “No, the coordinator just told me everything was under control. I'm hoping she miraculously shows up before we’re announced.”

“It’s a good thing you two are last in line then,” he said, hoping to give Mick a sliver of hope. With a pat on the shoulder George was off to stand in line next to his teammate, leaving Mick to stand unaccompanied at the back of the room. 

And then, the introductions started. Mick’s anxiety grew as each driver was announced, their names booming loud over the speakers followed by cheering fans, plumes of smoke, and the rustle of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleader’s pom poms.

Eventually, every other team had been announced, and Mick was the last driver remaining in the room; no Sam in sight. 

The waiting only made it worse. What if missing her intro was enough of an infringement for the FIA to give her another strike? What if the media teased her about it? Worst of all, what if she was hurt? What if she needed help?

“Are you sure we can’t wait just a little longer?” He turned to the same woman from earlier who was now standing by the door to make sure no driver missed their cue. She looked up at, her small smile felt to be mocking his fear. 

And then, his name was announced. He gave the woman a worried look but she only responded by speaking into her headset that he was on the move. With a deep breath that nearly deflated his resolve completely upon exhale, Mick put on a smile and walked out into the crowd. He waved, turning left and right while trying to ignore the itch of worry in the back of his mind about Sam. He made his way down the carpet, past the cheerleaders, in front of the cameras, his on the move interview spewed into the microphone, and finally onto the large flat-bed of the truck where all the other drivers were congregating. 

“Still not a sign of her?” George asked, taking a place next to him. 

Mick shook his head. He faced the carpet he had just walked down, leaning on the bar in front of him. All the worst case scenarios played out in his head as he imagined her name being called and her failing to show up. 

“And finally, our hometown hero, America’s sweetheart, two-time indycar champion, driving for HAAS F1 team, number sixty six,  the Hell Raiser, Sam Thompson!

The crowd erupted in cheers, the plumes of smoke propelled into the air, but Mick could only cringe at her lack of appearance. He couldn’t withhold the urge to drop his head into his hands, not in shame or disappointment, but in worry and fear. 

“Crikey,” George said out of the blue as the crowd got even louder. But there was no worry in his voice, only surprise, as if his breath had just been taken away. 

Mick lifted his head, all signs pointing to Sam’s arrival. He was surprised she had managed to make it on time, but that wasn’t why the crowd had roared or George had been shocked. No, it was because of yet another trick Sam had up her sleeve for this weekend.

Instead of emerging from the tunnel like every other driver, Sam stepped out of one of the many rows of cheerleaders lining the carpet. He wondered how he hadn’t noticed she was there, let alone any of the other drivers, but she had blended in perfectly. 

All the driver’s heads turned at the next level volume of the crowd. She looked incredible, there was absolutely no denying it. Her hair was curled and cascading down her shoulders, her makeup matched every other girl in line, the small, decorated uniform and white cowboy boots graced her frame while the silver and blue pom poms rattled in her hands as she waved to the crowd. 

“See, sounds like you had nothing to worry about” Daniel said as he squeezed past a few other drivers to get to Mick, his eyes not having graced the sight that was playing out before him. 

“Yeah,” the young German smiled, before leaning back so he could speak quietly, “seems like you’ve got some competition to worry about though.” He gestured to the screaming crowd and then pointed to the carpet where Sam was making her way down toward the interviewer. 

Daniel quirked an eyebrow before his eyes landed on Sam. Mick tried to stifle his laugh as he watched the Aussie’s curious look drop to one of pure, stunned, silence. 

Though his mouth was closed, Mick saw the slight drop in his lower jaw as his eyes widened. Daniel knew there were cameras, fans, and fellow drivers everywhere, so he did his best to tear his eyes from Sam. That same jealous tinge made its way from his fingertips to his toes. He pushed it away, but it persisted and told him to look at the other drivers. For some reason, he listened, and was met with everyone in the truck’s eyes on her.

Though it was obvious not everyone was staring at her the way he had been staring at her, he couldn’t help but wonder which of the many were. 

But with a tap on his shoulder and a turn of his head, all his doubts melted away. 

“Howdy there, cowboy,” Sam smiled up at him as the truck began to move. 

“This is—“ He looked her up and down respectfully, gesturing to her outfit. 

She interrupted, “Surprising? Incredible? Mind blowing?”

“Yeah, among other things,” he laughed, his grin stretching from ear to ear at just how much she was glowing. Not only just her outfit, but how genuinely happy she looked. He cleared his throat, deflecting back to jokes, “Where’d this idea come from, because I need to know where to send my thank you card.”

The two drivers turned to face the crowd, offering waved here and there, but still continued their conversation. 

“You,” she said with a smirk, and Daniel’s head turned to face her in confusion, “I came across an interview from a few years back where you joked about the cheerleaders being the best part of the weekend…”

He blushed in embarrassment. Sam tried to hide her laughter with a knowing look, and went on. 

“I just wanted to see if that still reigned true. Besides, I couldn’t let you out-do me during my home race weekend,” she shrugged, smirk still sitting on her lips. As Daniel’s smile grew bigger simply at the mere sight of her, she reached up and grabbed the cowboy hat off of his head, placing it on top of her own with a smirk. 

Daniel would’ve laughed, but he found something about what she’d just done, so overwhelmingly attractive, that he needed to direct his attention elsewhere to distract himself. Lucky for him, it didn’t take long for Carlos Sainz to wander in his direction. 

“Holding down the fort I see…” Carlos said indicatively, tipping his head in the direction Sam just walked off in. 

“What?” Daniel laughed out. 

“Sam. Your cowboy hat. You know,” Carlos wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, a smirk displayed on his large lips. 

Daniel quirky an eyebrow at him.“The cowboy hat rule?”

“The rule.” He said, as if Daniel should have known what he was talking about, or at least he was the one person on this truck that he’d expected to have known seeing his infatuation with Texas. 

Still, nothing from Daniel, so Carlos went on. His tone giving away the intention of the “rule”

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

Daniel felt his cheeks flush, so he shook his head to try and hide it, “That’s not a thing. She’s just messing with me.”

Carlos just laughed, and patted his back. “It definitely is a thing. She’s the one who told me about it on Thursday… I think someone’s got a crush on you, Ricciardo.”

Daniel laughed, not wanting to give away that he obviously knew she had more than a crush on him. He turned around to try and catch a look at her. She was in the middle of  conversation with Lance and George. But from the corner of her eye she could see him looking at her, so she looked back over at him, offered him a smile, and then tipped the hat toward him with a wink. 

A grin erupted on Daniel’s face and he looked away, back out towards the fans that were waving as they all drove by. 

“Nah, I don't see it” Daniel replied to Carlos, smirking to himself as he waved back to the fans. 

Sam stood alone in the middle of the track; the pitlane to her left, the grandstands to her right, camera crews in front of her, and the rest of the drivers behind her. 

Her race suit hung from her waist, sleeves blowing lightly in the wind, the disproportionate weight tethering her to where she planted her feet. Her long, dark braid rested on her right shoulder, stray hairs tickling her neck with the pestilent breeze. Her eyes stayed locked on her race boots as people all over took her places, and once the sound settled into silence and the national anthem began to play, she lifted her gaze up to the red, white and blue flag billowing above turn one. 

As the song of her country played, she let her mind begin to focus on the race ahead. Her eyes closed and she tightened her hands that were clasped together behind her back, as she let her head fall slightly back. 

And that was when she heard it. 

The booing. 

She squeezed her eyes shut just a little tighter, trying to drown out the few fans in a crowd of thousands. She would plug her ears, but she knew that was absolutely not an option given where she stood. But then, they started shouting targeted expletives. It began with critiques on her driving, then it shifted to her gender, then her appearance. She felt like a circus animal standing all alone up there; the perfect target on display for everyone to sink their teeth into. She felt alone. Despite how tight she shut her eyes, the insults didn’t stop. 

That was until they did. And then they were replaced with shouting commotion. 

The anthem continued, nearing its end, and Sam opened her eyes to see what was going on. She could see a group of people not too far away in the grandstands getting into a fight. With the lack of insults and the dialogue being shouted between the men, she assumed a few of those men throwing pushes and punches were the ones who had been booing her. 

Was this fight because of her? Did somebody try to stop them? To defend her? She didn’t technically do anything to instigate it except stand here and be a driver, but she felt guilty for some reason. This wasn’t what she had wanted, let alone expected, from her time in F1. Everyone already thought she created issues when it came to her career, she didn’t want them to be correct. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the fight, and the people trying to break it up. But the singer belted the last word of the anthem, dragging it out and holding the finale as the crowd cheered. It was ironic really, that the word brave had been the one to be sung so loudly, with such grace and incredible execution. Because if this was in fact the land of the brave, maybe she wasn't a true American, for in that moment when the song ended and Sam practically ran to her car and away from the sight to her right, she considered herself to be anything but brave. 

Well, down on sixth street in Austin, it’s party time. And here at the track, six races to go, six points separating the championship leader and the man in second place, and we’re on the home straight. The party can wait, it’s the seventh inning stretch! The two-minute warning, the championship party on hold, and there is much to be done before the title is settled. 

And here’s the grid for the US Grand Prix; the 60th world champion Grand Prix to take place in the United States, and for the ninth time this season, it’s Max Verstappen on pole. And after an intense qualifying session yesterday, home driver Samantha Thompson gets the best start of her Formula 1 career as she lines up second on the grid. The second row contains our other championship contender and soon to be retiree Lewis Hamilton, only milliseconds behind the American driver. Lando Norris starts 4th. Followed by Charles Leclerc and making it into Q3 for his eighth consecutive Grand Prix, it’s Daniel Ricciardo finishing out the third row. Then we’ve got Carlos Sainz in 7th, Pierre Gasly starts eighth despite some late drama. Followed by Valterri Bottas with a five place engine penalty, that’s why he’s down in ninth, alongside Yuki Tsunoda for Alpha Tauri. Esteban Ocon for Alpine has Antonio Giovanazzi for company— Alpha Romeo’s best start in three races. He’s ahead of Lance Stroll for Aston Martin and Nicholas Latifi for Williams. Behind them, Kimi Raikkonen who also only has six races left in his Formula 1 career, alongside Mick Schumacher for HAAS. Behind Schumacher is his close friend Sebastian Vettel who has taken a full new power unit, and was relegated to the back of the grid, alongside Fernando Alonso, Sergio Perez, and then finally George Russell to finish us off. 

Everyone is ready.

Five lights are on. 

It’s lights out and away we go!

Thompson gets away well, and she’s gaining towards Max Verstappen who tries to cover her off and pushes her to the left hand side! Hamilton is in acres of space as Thompson on the inside gives Max Verstappen a push in return as he goes wide! Can Hamilton fight back— no he can’t! Thompson is just ahead of Verstappen, as Hamilton challenges his championship rival around turn two! 

In a turn of events, Thompson leads from Verstappen. Then comes Lewis Hamilton followed by the McLaren of Lando Norris!

Samantha Thompson got a dream start that she only could have wanted, meanwhile the championship contenders are battling not far behind her! Lewis Hamilton has won here three times from the second spot on the grid, so if Thompson can keep her pace and her car in one piece, she may have a decent chance at taking home her first win!

The McLaren of Daniel Ricciardo tangoes between the Ferraris, as he almost touches wheels with Charles Leclerc!

Leclerc is on the soft tires with a decent start, but the initial laugh— the reaction time— that goes to Hamilton who pulled away from the McLaren of Norris and the Ferrari with ease. 

Verstappen is gaining on Thompson who now leads the US Grand Prix, but all the defending he’s doing against Lewis is allowing the 0.8 second gap to be retained as she begins to pull away. Try as she might, Samantha Thompson’s car is no match for either RedBull or Mercedes; she’s got to capitalize on this battle behind her. 

Thompson in front, then Verstappen, and following close is Hamilton. Then comes Norris, followed by Leclerc who is under pressure from Ricciardo trying to get in the slipstream but— he’s touched the back of the Ferrari and had to drop back a bit! Now it’s Leclerc that is aiming for a slipstream around turn 8. And there goes Leclerc! 

But here comes Daniel Ricciardo down the inside of them both! 

It’s Ferrari and McLaren, what a battle! Ricciardo on the inside, thought he got the place but Leclerc is pushed wide and still somehow stays ahead of the Honey Badger! 

Lando Norris nips away at the inside of Daniel Ricciardo in hopes of getting that place back, and it’s all happening at lap one, here in Austin!

You’d think it’s the last lap of the Grand Prix the way drivers all along the track are going at it. But they do know that these are the easiest opportunities to make up places. 

And it’s a bitter battle between McLaren and Ferrari! Look at that! What a lovely overtake through 16, 17, and 18 from Daniel Ricciardo, who now finds himself in fourth position. Making places as well, Sebastian Vettel up to fifteenth, Fernando Alonso up to seventeenth. Lance Stroll has dropped down to nineteenth, Latifi is plum last as it stands. 

Out in front at the end of Lap 1, it’s Samantha Thompson, who has just led her very first Grand Prix laps. But who knows if she’ll add any more to her résumé because Lewis Hamilton has managed to pass Max Verstappen and is not far behind her. 

Following not far behind in fourth is Daniel Ricciardo, then Charles Leclerc, Norris, Sainz, and Tsunoda up to eighth. Bottas in ninth putting pressure on Yuki Tsunoda down the inside of turn 1. Can he get good traction and good exit as they tumble down the hill? No, he can’t, he can’t get past Tsunoda. That’s just more frustration for Bottas this weekend. 

***

“**** I’ve got damage. For sure front wing, but check for punctures”

Oh dear, it sounds like Sam Thompson is in a bit of trouble. 

I’m not even sure what happened, but let’s check the replay. 

Yeah, there it is. It seems like one big game of chicken gone wrong. Both drivers are well-known for their late braking, but this time neither wanted to be the first to yield. Daniel was trying to overtake her down the inside of turn 7, and his back right just gave her front wing a kiss. 

She’s right, from the looks of it, the front wing definitely needs replacing, but with how consistent she’s managed to keep her speed since then, I don’t think there’s a puncture.  

That will do it. On lap 6 of this race, long before the majority, Samantha Thompson is headed into the pits.

Esteban Ocon pitted two laps ago for damage as well— his front wing clipped by Yuki Tsunoda’s Alpha Tauri. The difference is, he came in at eleventh place and is heading back out in last, and Sam Thompson is coming in from third, and will be heading out somewhere around fourteenth or fifteenth. Not to mention she just came in off of softs and has opted to change for her final set of hard tires. There’s a slim chance they could make an undercut work if she is able to make up enough places, and we’ve got 50 laps left to find out. 

I could potentially see it, Crofty. She knows this course like the back of her hand, which has been made abundantly clear each session throughout the weekend. Take that and combine it with her incredible race craft, as well as her ruthless “act now, think later” attitude, Samantha Thompson is capable of turning this race back around for herself. 

What a shame. This weekend was looking great for the American driver and that contact with the McLaren may very well have cost her a podium. 

***

It’s lap 14 and race leader Lewis Hamilton is coming in to make his pitstop. We’re watching Max as the quick stop progresses, and he’s rounding turn nineteen. Beautiful stop from the Mercedes team, 2.8 seconds and Lewis is headed back out on his set of hard tires. RedBull attempted the undercut, now it’s time to see if they were successful. 

It’s going to be close, Verstappen is making his way along the pit lane and there he goes; past Hamilton and into the lead of this race. You can hear the cheers from the RedBull fans because that undercut has been triggered. 

Speaking of undercut, as the out window opened and more drivers began to roll in for their stops, Samantha Thompson has managed to make up four places to put herself back into the top ten. 

I told you Crofty, don’t count out the Hell Raiser. It’s not over until the checkered flag is waved. 

A quarter of the way through this race and Max Verstappen takes the lead, followed by Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Leclerc, and Bottas— who has also made an incredible comeback from the midfield and rounds out the top five. 

But what’s this? It sounds like Pierre Gasly is having trouble with his car. Let’s have a listen. 

“Problem. Problem. We have a problem with the back.”

“Okay. Is it the engine or the suspension? What is happening?”

“Feels like suspension.”

“We’re seeing loss of engine function.”

That can’t be good. 

And chaos is breaking free on this track today because Kimi Raikkonen and Fernando Alonso have just made contact after going wheel to wheel! Raikkonen was pushed wide at turn one, but they’re still moving forward as this race continues. Could Raikkonen potentially be penalized for gaining a position off track?

I don’t think so, because it was Fernando Alonso himself who put him there!

***

And Leclerc soars by Norris! Is the McLaren driver even awake behind the wheel? He just let him by! I hate to say it, but the overtake was nothing special; not a lick of defense! It is a possibility that Lando is struggling with his tires, but they aren’t even that old. If he keeps this pace up, he’ll be holding up his teammate who is not far behind. 

Look what we have here! A battle going on for 7th position between Bottas and Thompson, soon to be a former Mercedes driver, and soon to be new Mercedes driver. She’s just within DRS range, but he managed to hold her off. I’m not sure how long he can hold her behind him, because despite her struggles with nearly 20 lap old tires, we’ve seen before that she is incredible at managing this compound far past it’s shelf life. 

She’ll have to pit soon no doubt with the age of those tires, but it seems like she’s trying to get as far ahead as possible and get back in sync with everyone else’s pit windows before she heads into the pit lane for what could potentially be her last stop of the race. And she’s past Bottas! Her eyes are locked on Sainz who’s just below four seconds ahead of her, she’s keen on going for it. 

And wow! Great stuff from Sebastian Vettel as he finally gets past George Russell. The battle between these two was unrelenting for a few laps, but ultimately, the more veteran driver was able to pull ahead. George Russell will be looking at that and thinking “oh maybe next year I’ll have a bit of a car advantage once I go to Mercedes,” because his current ride is no match for the Aston Martin. 

By God, we cannot catch a break! A virtual safety car; this could make things interesting. How long are we going to have this for? The field is effectively neutralized now, as the drivers all drive to their set pace. They have to reduce their speed while a marshal comes on the track to pick up a piece of debris. 

Wow. It’s over just like that, and if there’s anybody besides Lewis Hamilton— who is running second— that VSC just benefitted, it’s Samantha Thompson. Because if she can keep that 1-second gap to Carlos Sainz in front of her from shrinking any further, she’ll manage DRS once it’s reinstated and put herself back into 6th place, and creep toward closing the 3.4-second gap to Ricciardo. 

David I have to say, I am a bit upset that didn’t last longer. If it had, especially since we’re past the halfway point of this race, I guarantee we would have seen some pit stops, which may have benefited Sam’s case even more. Those few seconds saved by pitting under a safety car can be the difference between points and no points, and even a podium. 

I’m not sure what everyone had for breakfast today, but they are on another level of chaos this afternoon. 29 laps into this race, and 27 left to go. And we’re back to racing as the drivers are given the green all clear. 

***

It’s lap 38 of 56 and Lewis Hamilton heads into the pits, as Sam Thompson heads out. I think her new nickname should be the Tire Wizard because she is incredible at tire management. It’s a hot day here in Austin and she made her only hard compound last 32 laps, while gaining good ground. 

She opted for the mediums with 18 laps to go. This has worked out incredibly in her favor seeing that multiple of the drivers she’ll come out behind, are about due for a pitstop. 

Max stopped on lap 29, and 8 laps later in comes Lewis. That means for the Mercedes, in terms of the gap between Verstappen and Hamilton, it’s what, target plus 8? Pit lane limiter is pressed, it’s 80 kilometers an hour, he’s on his marks, and on go another set of hard tires. 2.4 seconds which is 0.4 seconds quicker than Verstappen and RedBull, and when you need to overtake at the end of a race, that could be a decent advantage. 

Verstappen goes through turn one, in the lead now, as Hamilton comes out in second place. So the mead has changed hands once again. 

The gaps upfront are astronomically large. Hamilton has to make up 7.8 seconds. Leclerc has got 22.3 to catch Hamilton. Norris sits at 10.7 behind him, followed by Daniel Ricciardo closing a 4.3 second gap. 

But what’s this? Ricciardo goes into the pits! Sam Thompson gains another place, now only 9.5 seconds to Norris. 

This was a great move from McLaren for Ricciardo. Yes Thompson was only 3 seconds behind him, but she’s in fresh tires— he was bound to get passed. But Carlos Sainz was 18 seconds behind Sam, which means that Daniel is unlikely to lose any positions. 

Speaking of Thompson, she is closing that gap rapidly. Norris could potentially be struggling with his tires, but he stopped not long ago so I’m thinking Sam has just got a lead foot, a softer compound,  and a metaphorical fire lit under her. 

“Lando, Thompson is 2.7 behind and closing. Start pushing”

“Yeah, leave me to it.”

***

“Norris has just put in the fastest lap. You’re 2.1 behind. Just keep your head down, stay focused ”

“Got it”

You can hear just how cool, calm and collected she is. She wants this bad, and you can hear the determination, the focus, in her voice. 

The battle between Thomson and Norris rages on with 6 laps to go. The stakes only got higher when a poor pitstop knocked Charles Leclerc back from third, to fifth. 

That means for the last 5 laps, these two have been battling for a podium finish. We’ve seen battles between these two drivers before, and wow are they nail-biting. They’re both stand-out when it comes to race craft, but Thompson’s strong suit is offense, and Norris just barely reigns over her defensively, so it’s a great match up . The last time we saw them battle like this was Monaco, and Lando just barely came out on top. 

But don’t forget, Crofty. They made contact that race, Sam took damage from Lando’s McLaren and—

Oh trust me, I didn’t forget. How could I when the piece of carbon fiber that was pulled from her suspension during that incredible pitstop, sold for seventy eight thousand American dollars on Thursday night at the gala. I don’t think anybody is going to forget that iconic battle any time soon. 

Here she goes, Sam is lunging and making a move! They’re rounding turn 7! They’re wheel to wheel! Who is going to come out in front?

And it’s Thompson! 

But as you can see, they’re not separated by much, and Lando is not letting up. She needs to pull ahead or he’s going to have DRS enabled as soon as they pass this chicane. 

But she can’t and the McLaren is back in front around turn 11! Lando pulls into the lead as they head down the straight, but Sam is not giving up!

She needs to find some pace if she wants to get back into it with only five laps remaining. They’re approaching turn 12 and it looks like Sam—

Oh my god! Lando Norris just brake-checked Thompson! She barely managed to move out of the way in time, but in a turn of events, she managed to come out in front! 

“Is everything alright with the car, Lando?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine”

I’m not sure if something is wrong with his car that caused him to slow down so abruptly, but from the sound of it, everything was normal. Let’s listen in with Sam:

“What the actual **** was that! That’s so dangerous, especially around 12. What was he thinking!?”

She does not sound happy, David. And she’s right, that was incredibly dangerous at the entrance to the sharp left-hander. That could easily come under review in these last few laps. 

***

Two laps remaining in this race and we’ve got an incredible battle for first, but also for the final step on the podium. 

Lando Norris and Sam Thompson have been at each other's necks the last quarter of this race. 

The American driver has pulled out all the stops to keep her lead ahead of the McLaren these final laps, and there have definitely been some close calls. 

Lando has been following incredibly close, nearly overtaking her down the inside on a few occasions, but ultimately failing. 

I think I may have to revoke what I said earlier.

And what’s that?

From what I’m seeing right now, I think Sam Thomson has strong suits in both offense and defense; a clear advantage over Norris as we speak. 

That’s what I’ve been saying! Mercedes knew exactly what they were doing by signing her, and Guenther Steiner must be kicking himself for letting her go. 

We’re onto the final lap, and Lando Norris is getting desperate to try and overtake Samantha Thompson. They’re rounding turn 6, wheel to wheel! Who’s it going to be?!

It’s Thompson out on top, maintaining her lead! 

She’s got to be careful, in previous laps, DRS has caused her to struggle to keep Norris behind her and as they approach 10 to 11, as of now, the McLaren will have it enabled. 

Norris’s rear wing flap has been opened but Sam is defending like—

Oh no!

Norris is in the gravel!

It looks as though he got so desperate to overtake that he tried to go around the outside, but fell victim to the sausage kerb and effectively launched himself off the track! 

I’m just impressed he kept himself off the wall! To be honest, I’m not sure what his thought process was with that move. He went off track in attempts to overtake, and paid the price. He’s limping back onto the track, with half a lap left, in eight place. 

***

Mercedes gave Hamilton the charge. RedBull gambled, they went early on the pit stops and said ‘Max, you’re going to have to make this work.’ Mercedes allowed Lewis Hamilton to charge despite that,  it seems that RedBull are going to win out here. 

This has been an engrossing US Grand Prix, and it could have sung either Hamilton’s or Verstappen’s way in the championship battle. But as they now just have two more corners to negotiate, Max Verstappen is going to lead and double his advantage in the world championship. 

For the first time on US soil, Max Verstappen wins the US Grand Prix! Lewis Hamilton has to settle for second! The charge got close, but not quite close enough! 

And as the fireworks sound off, the crowd continues to go wild, because crossing the line in third is home driver Samantha Thomson, as she clinches the final podium spot!

Incredible! What a weekend for the American! She announced her move to Mercedes, she qualified the best of her career, and she takes a podium at home to make it the second of her career, all in her rookie year. 

Let’s listen to what she has to say:

“Is there something you want to tell me, Floyd?”

“Just one small thing. THAT’S A ******* PODIUM!”

“WHOOOO! Oh my god, we did it again! Holy ****!”

You can hear the joy in her shouts of elation and with good reason. What a Grand Prix that was!

And lastly, the number 66 car rolls into the parc ferme, and parks it right behind that big number three. I cannot imagine how incredible she must feel right now. A podium your rookie year is a big deal, and this is her second, not to mention in her home country, surrounded by people cheering her on. 

Her team on the sidelines is going crazy as she's stepping out of the car and onto her halo. There it goes, her fist is repeatedly thrust into the air in victory. There is no better feeling than standing on top of your car after a race so great that it lands you on the podium. 

Crofty, I can think of something. The feeling of being a Formula 1 race winner. We haven’t seen that from Sam yet, but with the season she’s had, and the team she’ll be with next season, I have no doubt that is going to change very soon. 

Look at that, her team is practically dragging her over the barriers, giving her helmet a good beating and practically bombarding her with hugs. The American team on the podium in America, what a great moment. 

Her helmet comes off, and there’s that smile we all know and love, Sam looks just about on top of the world. Lewis Hamilton is headed over to give her his own congrats. His smile is beaming for her, and an embrace from the soon to be former Mercedes driver, and the one who will take his place. 

It’s drives like today that must make Lewis and Toto sure of their decision to sign her for next season. She’s so well rounded and her skill is unmatched; it has been through nearly every series she’s driven in. 

A hand shake from Max Verstappen, and a hug from Daniel Ricciardo, who looks to be apologizing for the incident he caused between the two on track earlier. 

I’d feel bad if I were him too, David, he may have cost her the girl her first win!

Daniel looks like he feels that way, but I don't think she’s worried about that, the smile on her face says it all. 

Now where’s she off to? She’d gone up to Lando Norris and given him the good ‘ol pat on the shoulder. What great sportsmanship between the two drivers who had an intense race, nothing but wide smiles between them. 

Let’s head down to the action and hear what our top three finishers have to say. Hopefully Lauren can catch Sam before she trods off or gets swept away in hugs from everyone else!

Samantha, incredible drive out there. Congratulations. I mean, just listen to this crowd! They have big love for their hometown hero! A podium at your home race, talk me through how you’re feeling right now. 

“Wow, uhm, wow. It’s hard to find the words. We had a bit of a tough race initially, the contact with the McLaren early on really set us back, and made us shift our strategy wildly. And then later in the race, Norris and I had a pretty intense back and forth. So let’s just say orange definitely has dropped significantly lower on the list of my favorite colors after today. But the tam handled the incident really well, and helped us get where we are right now, there’s no doubt about it.”

Haha, I love it! Well again, congratulations, and we’ll see you up on that podium later. Looking forward to another curtsey worthy champagne shower!

“And that whale thing you did with the champagne on the podium after your iconic curtsey, was awesome! That should be your shoey!” The girl was enthusiastically recounting her reaction to Sam’s own podium to her after she had recognized her in the bathroom of the small bar.

Sam laughed, “Thank you. Can I wash my hands now?” She pointed to the sink the fan was standing in front of across from the stall inside the bathroom. 

“Right, sorry.” The girl moved to the side and let Sam wash her hands. “You look incredible by the way,” the girl said as she stood by while Sam lathered then rinsed her hands. 

“Thanks,” she smiled. Sam looked at her reflection in the mirror, her black cowboy hat resting on top of her curled hair. She looked a little worse for wear compared to the beginning of the night. They’d been to four bars already. Line danced, drank, displayed party tricks, took shots, enjoyed live music, and now they were at a popular dive bar which resembled an old saloon. 

“It was great to meet you, did you want a picture?” Sam asked as she grabbed a paper towel and dried her hands. Tossing her trash in the bin, she made her way toward the door where the girl was standing. 

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not,” Sam brushed off the girl’s silly comment with a wave of her hand and leaned in next to her, hoping she didn’t look too drunk. To be fair, she hadn’t been drinking much at all tonight, at least in comparison to how much she usually would, especially since she’d managed to land on a podium. They were nearly half way through the night and she was only tipsy; she wanted to remember today and the night that followed, she’d been enjoying herself along with her friends far too much to potentially risk forgetting it. 

With a few clicks of a camera phone, the two women went their separate ways, off back to their friends. Maneuvering her way through the tightly packed bodies of the busy bar, her hand held her hat tightly to the top of her head as she muttered the occasional excusal or apology. Eventually, Sam made her way back to the large group of drivers and friends hanging out along the bar. 

“Took you long enough!” Molly laughed, her blue LED western outfit glowing in the dim light of the bar.  

“Sorry. Some fan pulled me aside in the bathroom and we had a little conversation. But I’m back, time for a drink!”

With that, Sam leaned forward on the bar and stuck out her hand to get the attention of the bartender, and in a matter of minutes, another round of drinks was placed in front of the trio. Taking another look at her two best friends, she couldn’t help but grin. Molly had convinced MIck to stray away from the traditional cowboy look and join her in her sparkly, light up, flashy outfit choice. He was standing beside her, arm wrapped around her and resting on the bar between her and Sam. The smile on his face was one of pure joy. Sam knew he would never be caught dead wearing that outfit and would have much preferred to go along with the likes of the group and their traditional western styles. But there was no evidence of that whatsoever; if Molly was happy, Mick was happy and it made Sam’s heart soar. All night she’d noticed the two of them stealing sweet glances at each other as if their relationship was the secret one. Sure they were private, but all of their friends and fellow drivers knew about the pair. 

“There she is, looking fine as ever! I thought I’d lost you!” Daniel’s voice shouted over the booming music and loud crowd. 

“Long time no see. What’s it been,” Sam lifted her bare wrist as if she were checking the time, “fifteen minutes since I’ve last seen you? How did you ever manage!” She gasped, pretending to be faint. 

“It was difficult, and I’ll most likely be sending you the bill for the therapy that I’ll be needing as a result,” Daniel joked, embracing Sam from behind resulting in an eruption of giggles from her. 

It wasn’t often that she’d seen Daniel drunk, but she’d quickly come to the conclusion that it only made her like him more. Since this was the first time they’d gone out together since becoming… whatever they were, Sam could definitely say he was a clingy, adoring drunk. Which she didn’t mind. Everyone did stupid stuff when they were drunk so if anybody potentially caught them being the slightest bit affectionate with each other tonight, they could play it off on the over-friendly effects of alcohol. In her mind, her personal reward for landing on a podium was allowing herself to indulge in a bit of Aussie flavored freedom. 

Daniel and Sam stayed interlocked in some way for the next hour. Whether it was Daniel’s arm around her shoulders, Sam’s arm around his waist, Sam holding onto Daniel’s arm, his arm around her waist with his thumb hooked around her belt, their legs resting on each other’s as they sat; literally any way they could be on one another while still staying the slightest bit cautious of going too far, they’d managed to do. 

After a while, Daniel, Sam, George, Michael, and Pato were all playing a game of quarters at a nearby table. Sam and Pato were dominating, seeing as they’d purposefully left out how good they’d gotten at the drinking game to pass time during her Indycar seasons. Eventually, they’d run out of drinks and Sam offered to go and grab them all another round, since a bartender in a crowded bar is far more likely to take a woman’s order over a man’s who has been waiting longer. 

Once she made her way up to the bar and past the two person deep wall of patrons, she did what she usually did, leaning slightly over the bar and making eye contact with the bartender. With the wave of her hand, he was beckoned over, and her tab was about thirty dollars more expensive than before. 

While she was waiting for their drinks to come out, Sam felt a hand come up and grab her ass through her skirt. It took her by surprise, thinking that Daniel must be getting drunker and more ballsy with how hands on they were being tonight. But when she turned around, nobody was behind her, and to make matters worse, she could see Daniel still sitting at the table across the room. 

Her heart dropped. 

She looked to her left, the side of her body which had been violated by a stranger, and she noticed a man who hadn’t been there moments before when she’d looked left and right trying to flag down a bartender. 

It had to be him. 

The fear in her gut shifted to anger at the pompous look on the man’s face. He couldn’t have been much older than her, late twenties, maybe early thirties. She didn’t want to straight up accuse him of assaulting her, that wouldn't be taken lightly if she was wrong. But all her second-thoughts disappeared when she watched him try to grope another girl, but fail when she absentmindedly turned to leave. 

The once flicker of rage turned into a roaring flame, and all her inhibitions flew out the window. 

Sam had closed the small gap between her and the man, and made her way up to the bar directly next to him, matching his posture by leaning her elbows on the counter. She hadn’t looked at him yet, only asked the question while staring off across the row of bottles to the other side of the large room, her drinks ordered long forgotten. 

“Grope a lot of girls in your free time?” 

“Excuse me?”

She finally turned to look at the man, “The unconsensual ass grabbing. Is that a hobby, or something you just recently picked up?”

“What are you insinuating,” the man drunkenly asked, standing up straighter. 

“Well you grabbed mine, and then I watched you try and do it again just mere moments ago. So I’m not insinuating anything. Simply making an observation and asking a question,” she shrugged, also standing upright to meet his eye level. 

His intimidating stare turned into one of taunt. “And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?”

Sam rolled her eyes, now stone-cold sober. Without a second thought, she reached over the bar and grabbed the soda gun. She pulled it enough where the tube it was connected to gave her enough slack to point it at the man beside her. And just like that, she soaked him in whatever liquid corresponded to the random button she pushed. 

There were gasps and shouts from surrounding bystanders, before Sam reached back over and put the device back where she’d taken it from. 

“You fucking bitch!” The man shouted and even more people turned in the direction of the commotion. 

“Don’t worry, I hear club soda dries faster than an assault charge,” Sam went to storm off, but the now enraged drunk man lunged forward and wrapped his hands around her neck. Thankfully, before he could squeeze too hard or do any damage, the man was ripped off of her. And once she’d caught her breath and stopped coughing, she saw it was Daniel who’d granted her freedom from the deranged man.  

And like pulling a loose thread, everything began to unravel in the blink of an eye. 

In an instant, the situation escalated as the man threw a punch, which Daniel evaded, only for the driver’s fist to make contact with the man’s face. The whole scene felt like it was moving in slow motion, and for a moment, Sam stood there unable to move, hands covering her mouth in shock after letting out an initial, raspy gasp. And once it sunk in that the drunk man and Daniel were getting into a full blown bar fight, with flying fists and thrown bodies, Sam sprung forward trying to pull Daniel off him. 

“Daniel,” she yelled over the shouting crowd now forming, trying to grab his elbows and stop him from throwing any more punches. 

“Daniel, stop!” At this point, she was pleading desperately. She had somehow managed to cause yet another fight to erupt in the past twelve hours, and her guilt was mixing with the fear she felt for Daniel as he fought the man. The sea of people forming around the brawling men was cause for concern, especially seeing how many of them were pulling their phones out to record the altercation. 

She took a step back, avoiding getting caught in the conflict herself, hoping they’d stop soon. But she was panicking now. Seconds felt like hours as she watched the man pin Daniel to the ground and land a punch, his name falling from her lips incoherently and continually. Sam could hardly watch. But within seconds, Daniel had unpinned himself, rolled the two, and trapped the man between the ground and his knees, landing a punch. She flinched as Daniel landed yet another punch after that, and as he swung his arm back to throw another, she intercepted his fist. 

He turned around from his position of kneeling over the man on the floor. The look of rage in his eyes softened seeing how terrified Sam looked. 

“Danny, please”

Daniel tore his gaze away from her and looked at his fist trapped in her hand, and then at the groaning man that he was holding to the ground. Looking back to Sam, he conceded to the begging in her features, realizing he would do anything to never see her look like this again, and stood up. 

Once Sam had dragged him a few steps away from the man who was now receiving help from bystanders, her hand came up to cup his jaw as she searched his face for injuries and then looked him in the eyes. They held a panic that rivaled that in her chest, despite him having been the one to have justed brawled with a stranger in a random Texas bar. 

She was trying to comfort Daniel and calm him down, but it proved difficult as the adrenaline from her fight or flight response was wearing off. Not to mention the crowd was still suffocating them, and the loud bar music was mixing in with the crowd's shouting. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine. Are you okay,” she reassured.

Sam took his hand into hers again and tried to put as much distance between them and the man still on the floor, still not getting very far. She gently tried examining Daniel’s knuckles but he could barely withhold a wince as she ran her thumb over the sensitive, swollen bones. 

Daniel was trying to get himself under control. His breathing was still erratic, and rage still flooded his system. The only thing stopping him from turning around and continuing to beat that creep to a pulp was standing right in front of him, anchoring him with her hand resting on his neck. 

At this point nearly all of the drivers and their friends in the group had been alerted of the incident, and they were trying to break through the crowd to get to their friends. Sam had just barely seen the frames of Mick, George and Alex appear in her peripherals before the familiar voice of the now bloodied man spoke up. 

“No piece of ass is worth this shit…” He mumbled, walking by Daniel and Sam to try and leave. They hadn’t even seen him get up off the floor, but for how hard he had been pummeled, he was brave for speaking up. 

“Fucking perv,” Sam blurted out to herself upon hearing what he had to say. She hadn’t thought she’d said it too loud, she was preoccupied dabbing the few cuts on Daniel’s face with a napkin she’d been handed, while the Aussie held his throbbing hand in a glass of ice water. 

But, the man stopped and turned back around. 

“You say something, bitch?”

Daniel tensed, removing his hand from the glass and trying to step forwards at the man, but he was stopped by Sam's hand on his chest. 

She turned to face the drunk man, hand still on Daniel who felt like he was putting all his weight on it trying to get by. 

“I didn’t say anything…” Sam played dumb. He didn’t know better and scoffed once she had turned back around. 

But then without turning to face him, or removing her attention from cleaning up Daniel’s face,  she spoke loudly, “Unless you're talking about where I said you’re an ass-grabbing pervert.”

A few people in the crowd offered commentary, hyping her up or shouting an oooh at her comeback. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill—” 

The man’s threat was cut short by Sam’s fist connecting with his face. She hadn’t seen him start at her, but seeing Daniel’s eyes darken and his sudden lurch into her hand holding him in place, gave her the inkling that the man was approaching. 

The crowd, phones still held high, reacted to the punch which gasps and even some laughs. The adrenaline wasn’t enough to mask the immediate stinging radiating through her fist, so once she landed the punch, she groaned and held it in agony. 

Yet that singular strike from her didn’t leave the man down for the count for long, not after the beating he’d gotten from Daniel. He got back his bearings and headed toward Sam, but this time George and Alex rushed to step in front of her and Daniel to hold the man back. All the while Mick, Esteban, and Micheal were trying to pull the two drivers away, trying to prevent them from doing anything they’d regret even more. Even random bystanders had jumped in to try and hold back the man from hurting Sam again. 

The commotion continued. And then, like a scene from a bad movie, red and blue lights flashed through the few windows of the bar, and a path within the crowd appeared, before none other than the bouncer made his way over to the group, followed by police officers. 

It only got worse. Of course it did. 

Because with the point of a finger, the creepy predator was put into handcuffs and led outside. 

But how is that the situation getting worse, you might ask? 

It’s not, necessarily. 

That was simply the predecessor to the worst; don’t jump the gun. 

The situation got worse when that same finger, suspended in air, accusatorily moved its way across the room and pointed directly at Sam. 

As the police officers separated her from the group of her friends, they were met with loud protests from each and every one of them, Sam included. 

As they led her outside in handcuffs and toward the police cruisers, a hoard of angry drivers and their friends, partners, coaches, and siblings followed closely behind, still trying to reason with the officers, telling them the situation. 

As the officer stopped to open the door to the backseat of his car, Sam could hear Daniel’s voice telling the officer he’s the one who should be in the back of the car, not her. She couldn’t bring herself to look back at any of her friends, despite their willingness to defend her and plead her case. She kept her eyes locked on the cement below her, the reflections of the blue and red light hypnotizing her as her mind drifted off to the implications this would have on her future. 

As he placed his hand on top of her head and forcefully ducked her into the vehicle, Sam realized there was nothing she could do at this point. No yelling, arguing, pleading or reasoning would be getting her out of this cop car. Her fate was sealed. 

As the door slammed shut, Sam decided to take a look out at everyone staring back at her. Her eyes fell to Molly first. The girl was in tears, fear evident on her features as she clung onto Mick for dear life. She eventually locked eyes with her, and the blonde mouthed reassurances that it would be okay. Sam tore her eyes from the girl out of sheer embarrassment and moved on to Mick, who had one hand wrapped around Molly while the other anxiously ran through his hair as he talked to Lance. She could tell the two boys were problem solving, and she didn’t notice until the boy looked down at his girlfriend, and gave her a comforting hug, that he was nearly on the verge of tears as well. 

Her eyes darted to Daniel, who was still talking with the police officer. From the looks of it, he’d tried to calm down, but attempting to go for a rational approach didn’t seem to work because he was still flailing his arms around animatedly as he argued. And then unintentionally, her gaze moved to George, who was standing over Daniel’s shoulder, doing his best to be a part of the conversation in the rational fashion Daniel lacked.

In an instant, George tried to step in front of Daniel and take over the conversation, which Daniel did not appreciate. And before she knew it, Sam was watching the two men get in an argument right before her eyes. They were so focused on whatever they were yelling at one another about, that the police officer simply walked away and got into his vehicle, and drove off, taking Sam with him. 

Hours had passed. 

She’d been moved from room to room, over and over again. First her mugshot, then a holding cell with two other women, then to a room with two chairs and a table for her statement to be taken, then back to the holding cell, off to another room to have her first round of questioning, and then back to the holding cell. 

And that was only before they’d decided to drop her charges, deciding that she was in fact a victim of sexual harassment and took part in self-defensive action. 

After that, they moved her to a few different rooms. One to help them build a case against the man, another to allow her to file a police report about the assault, and the other to get her a warm cup of coffee and a bag of ice to help ice her hand, before sending her back to the holding cell for the last time. 

Safe to say, Sam was exhausted. Her hand was throbbing, her feet ached and she could still feel phantom pain as if the man was still holding her by her throat. 

“Don’t I get a phone call or something?” She piped up from behind the bars of the holding cell. 

The cop rolled his eyes. “You’re not being charged with anything, so no, you don’t. It’ll only be a few more minutes while we process your paperwork and put your statement file into the case records. Your bail’s been paid, so after that you're free to go.”

“Can I at least call my sister so she knows when to pick me up?”

“Is your sister,” he held up a paper from his desk, “Molly Barnes?”

Sam nodded and the cop gave her a questioning look. 

“Different parents,” Sam cleared up, referring to his hesitancy at what she could only think was their obvious differences in looks.  

The officer nodded, despite the look on his face that told Sam he didn’t believe her. She would’ve been offended normally, but it was a lie, and she was the one in the holding cell while he was the one with the badge. 

“She came in and paid your bail in record time. Now her and a few of your friends have been sitting outside the station since we brought you in. There’s no need to call,” he walked over and unlocked the steel door and held it open for her. “You can just go ahead and go now, I’ll finish your paperwork after we’re done here.”

“Well since I’m not being charged and your office has already apologized profusely for the inconvenience, would you mind if I used the phone, just as a favor?”

He nodded, “dial 9 first.”

Molly’s phone rang and she gasped when a number with an Austin area code appeared. “It’s a Texas area code, this has to be her.”

George, Daniel and Mick all rushed over to stand by her as she answered the phone and put it on speaker. 

“This is a collect call from the Travis County Central Booking Office of the Travis County Jail. All calls are recorded. To accept the call and charges, please say accept call.”

“Accept call,” Molly said clearly, a hint of fear in her voice. 

A dial tone sounded, and then there was silence. A faint cracking noise was steadily playing in the background, but Molly didn’t wait. 

“Sam? Sam, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Moo.”

The group let out a collective sigh of relief, Molly nearly breaking down in tears she was so happy to hear her voice. 

“Thank God,” she exhaled. 

“They took my statement and after some back and forth arguments, they’re letting me go, I just need to grab my things and then I’ll be on my way. I’m not getting charged with anything because it was technically an act of self defense,” Sam said plainly.

“Damn straight it was,” Mick chimed in. 

“Molly,” Sam said calmly as she tried to interrupt her best friend that had begun shooting off a string of questions, worried and angry statements, and explicatives. But her best friend continued to ramble into the phone. 

“Molly,” she said louder, still just as suspiciously calm. 

Mick gave his girlfriend a quick whack to her upper arm, which caused her to stop talking. 

“Sorry, sorry. What?”

Everyone ever so slightly leaned closer to the phone to hear what Sam had to say. 

There was a moment of hesitation. 

“Can you take me off of speakerphone?”

Though it was technically a question, Sam phrased it more as a statement, bordering a demand. The girl looked at the drivers surrounding her, a worried but apologetic look in her eyes. They themselves were not able to hide the look of bewilderment on their faces. 

Mumbling a yeah, the girl pressed the corresponding button, held the phone to her ear, and walked a few feet away from the group. She peeked over her shoulder and saw all three of the men distraught. 

Mick was fidgeting with his fingers, slowly pivoting from foot to foot. 

George, still worried, looked the most relieved out of all of them, leaning against the wall of the station with his arms crossed impatiently.

Daniel found a seat on the curb near the road and was anxiously bouncing his foot and running his hands through his curls when he wasn’t resting his head on this knees. 

“Alright, go ahead.”

“You're alone?” Sam asked tentatively. 

“Yeah,” her best friend whispered her response. 

There was no response from Sam for at least a minute, and Molly quickly checked to make sure the call was still connected. 

The small stopwatch on the screen continued to count higher, despite the silence on the other end. 

“Sam?” Molly quietly asked. Another beat of silence passed before Sam responded:

“Can you send everyone else home?”

The question did more than take her by surprise. It picked her up, tossed her around, spun her in circles, chewed her up, and then spit her out. Molly looked back at the three men behind her, Daniel’s worried eyes eventually meeting her’s. She turned away, a small shred of guilt eating its way into her subconscious. In the past, she knew Sam’s thought process had been impulsive and irrational. But the suspiciously calm tone her voice held, made Molly think that there was a purpose to her request. 

And who was she to question something Sam had probably spent her near three hours in the holding cell thinking about? She knew Sam was struggling with what had happened tonight, and as her friend, that meant Molly had no place to deny her request. 

“Of course.”

And with a final, yet quiet expression of thanks, Sam hung up the phone.

Nearly an hour later, the sun was starting to rise far off in the horizon while the two girls sat in Molly’s car silently as she drove them back to their hotel. 

Sam hadn't uttered anything more than a thank you after her friend had bailed her out. Weak hugs were exchanged, the wire transfer was sent to pay back the price of bail, and personal items were collected from holdings. The implications of the night floated silently between them, both girls avoiding having the conversation that needed to be had. 

After another 10 minutes of silence, Sam finally spoke up in a hoarse, defeated tone. 

“How bad is it?”

Molly hesitated before answering, completely aware of where this conversation was headed and what this meant for her best friend. 

“Pictures and videos hit the main socials almost instantly. The punch itself and you in cuffs. They aren’t even publicizing the other half of the story, they’re just saying you got violent. Everyone on the team is trying to do damage control as we speak, but it started trending in a matter of minutes.”

Another minute or two of silence passed as Sam processed what she had missed while she was in the holding cell; all of it only solidified exactly what she has assumed was going to happen. 

“How long ago did they call you?”

Again, Molly hesitated to answer. Sam kept her eyes trained on the blurred lights of the passing city outside of her window, slouched back against the passenger seat with her cowboy hat sitting in her lap. But she didn’t need to look at her friend to see the look of pity on the girl’s face. 

“About two hours ago…”

Sam exhaled. 

Molly looked between her best friend and the road in front of her. 

“Sam they—“

“I figured.” 

One. 

She had one strike left. 

One more chance. 

And then she would be out. 

For good. 

Molly immediately tried to fill the silence by reassuring her best friend and hoping to turn the tone much more positive. “You’ll be fine. There are only six races left. Just keep your head down and focus on finishing the season, then you can start fresh next year.”

Sam nodded silently along to Molly’s naïveté to what this truly meant towards the situation, not having the strength to try and respond right now, especially because of the guilt she now felt about lying to her friends. 

Could she trust herself to behave? More so, could she trust the FIA to give her an unbiased,  fair chance at keeping her career now that it was down to the wire? 

No

She couldn’t do either. 

Things needed to change if she wanted to stay in Formula 1. And after such an incredible past few weeks, it crushed her to admit that. 

There was hope she could manage to accomplish both— keep out of trouble and still enjoy her life and what it had to offer. But if it came down to it, she’d do what she needed to do, no matter how much it hurt her or everyone around her. 

“Don’t go back to your hotel room,” Molly blurted out, breaking the silence and violently yanking Sam from her thoughts. 

“What?” 

Molly took her eyes of the road to look at her best friend, sympathy and worry meeting Sam the instant their eyes locked. 

“I don’t know why you wanted the guys to leave, I don’t know what’s going on in your head right now, and I don’t need you to feel like you have to tell me. I don’t want to pry if you don’t want to talk about it, but I need you to know that I’m always here to listen and help in any way that I can…” the girl sounded sure of herself. Any of her doubt and worry momentarily melted away so she could make sure Sam knew she meant every word. 

With a nod from Sam and another deep inhale, Molly continued. 

“That’s why I’m going to tell you that Daniel is waiting for you outside of your hotel room.”

Sam closed her eyes with a wince and her jaw clenched along with it. She didn’t respond, only pressing her lips together and letting her head fall back against the head rest. 

“You can’t tell the team, but I let my parents stay in my room across the hall so they could save some money since I decided to crash with Mick, and mom said she looked out the peephole and… there he was. Just sitting there. You’re welcome to crash on with us until he leaves.  I’ll even banish Mick to the couch. But from what you’ve told me, he isn’t one to just walk away. Especially not from you.”

All she could bring herself to do was barely nod. The events of the night, and the implications they dangled above her head, overwhelmed her thoughts. So to try and drown out the silent noise, she fixated her gaze back onto the blurred streaks of light of the city. But as they continued to get blurrier and blurrier, in an attempt to excuse what she was trying so hard to fight off, she kept insisting to herself it was because Molly was driving too fast— not the fault of the water beginning to well up in her eyes. 

note: HI SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LOL its currently 3am

and sorry for the chapter contents hehe…

SHES GOT STRIKE NUMBER 2!!! Wonder how that’s gonna mess with her🤨🤨🤨

guess we gotta wait and see hehe

A birkin bag for Y/n - Lando Norris x Horner! Reader

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Warnings: sexual references, swearing, mentions of alcohol

summary: When Y/n‘s situationship gifts her a really expensive bag seemingly out of the blue it causes quite the talk in the paddock. Little does she know he‘s just trying to show everyone who she belongs to. (Inspired by the famous birkin bag scene in Gilmore Girls)

Lando was intrigued with you from day one. Literally from the get go. He remembers the first time he had bumped into you in the halls of his close friends home. He clearly remembers every second despite being hungover from the night before.

Your hands were jam packed with all kinds of crafting supplies that shattered on the ground, crayons spilling everywhere.

„Ah shit!“ the sleepy guy exclaimed as a small hand immediately slapped his shoulder. He looked at your face in shock. He was violently hungover from his late night celebraions with a certain three time world champion yet he had never seen such a beautiful thing.

„Shh!“ you whispered, him raising his brows questiongly „Penelope could hear you!“

Lando chuckled, as you started picking up all the crayons. He kneeled down grabbing some as well. He knew your face was somehow familiar. He couldn’t quite place it though. The freckles, the dimples and that hair.

„Babysitter?“ he asked mustering your face.

„Sort of.“ you nodded, shooting him an innocent yet friendly smile „Family friend.“

He hands you a blue crayon with a grin. You knew the grin probably made any girl weak in the knees and judging from the blonde woman you and little Penelope had watched stumble out of his room this morning while munching on your cereal, he knew as well.

„Well nice to meet you nanny.“

You cringe at the name before rolling your eyes „Nice to meet you to Lando.“

Lando had loved that. You hadn’t acted like you didnt know his name. You just didn’t care enough to pretend to ask. You smiled again before licking your lips and getting up. Hearing Penelope call your name. Y/n. What a name. He eatched you stumble away on that day, knowing he wanted to get to know you.

And he did. He learned very quickly,that you were in fact Horners daughter. Which was of course to his luck, because Christian loved him. So he showed up at family hosted events, made some apparences in the red bull motor home and before he knew it you spent the night at his.

Well it wasn‘t that easy. He had to do some convincing. But god Lando loved kissing you. He was addicted to it in fact. In every corner, whenever noone was watching his lips were on yours as he pressed you against the walls.

„Someone could see.“ you mumbled against his soft lips, slightly pressing your palms against his broad chest. Having to control youraelf from giving in.

„I don’t care.“ he chuckled his hands under your shirt rather quickly.

It was always like this. Sneaking around, yet most of the grid was aware off the little fling. But Lando had told you quite blank from day one; he didn’t do boyfriend and girlfriend. And having gotten out of a longer realitionship just months prior you were okay with that. You could do it, you thought. And it was fun for a minute. Exciting and new.

„No strings.“ you held out your little finger snd Lando rolled his eyes at the childish gesture. But he interwined his pinky with yours anyway after some hesitation. Laying on his hotelroom bed with your body next to his.

„No strings.“ he nodded. You smiled waiting for the next words before you raised your brows.

„You gotta say it.“ you exclaimed gesturing to your interwined hands.

„I don‘t want to.“ he groaned, his body pressing against yours as he was hovere above you.

„Okay.“ you nodded before turning around and crossing your arms „Then no sex.“

Lando chuckled pulling you into his body as he inhaled your scent „Fine.“

You smiled waiting to hear the words escape his lips as he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck „I pinky promise.“

Months passed like that. And it was fun for a moment. But reality eventually creeped back up. And as you were sat at brunch at your dads house back in England, having scrolled through endless pictures of Lando celebrating his podium in Silverstone the day prior. Including pictures of him with countless women. But you knew it was no fair. He could do whatever he wanted. Yet you somehow had gotten the sense that he maybe wasn’t sleeping around like that anymore. After all, you two saw eachother almost every week at least very two weeks. You just thought maybe it was heading somewhere, but clearly its wasn‘t.

It had been so easy. Life had been good. You had an internship at a sports paper back in Monaco. You were studying to be a journalist, meaning you weren’t necessairily location bound. And it allowed you to attend races. Which allowed you to see Lando. But not this race. You hsd promised Lando you‘d make it but cancelled last minute as you had to attend some stupid event in Monte Carlo. You had watched the race on the toilet, your phone in your hands the whole night. God you had been so proud once he had finished that crossing line. If only he knew how important he was to you. You think you might even have screamed a little when it was over. And of course you had immediately texted him. „Plan A babyyyy! so proud of you Lan, kisses and see you soon xx“

But there hadn‘t been any response. And seeing the pictures from the whole ordeal over the weekend you now understood why. While you had sat on the plan, still wearing your gown from the event he had been out and fooled around with lord knows who. You knew you had no right to be jealous or something. But you weren’t even jealous. You were just dissapointed, having expexted to be a little more important than that. But Lando was a player. He didn‘t do boyfriend/girlfriend.

You were so lost in your thoughts, not even having heard the front door open. Starkng at the perfectly arranged flowers your stepmom had on the wooden table. The whole house and every corner was so perfect, it made you think about how your dad really had a great woman by his side. She had made this place a home. Something it truly hadn’t been growing up there.

„Well good morning sweetheart!“ your fathers voice appeared behind you as your dad walked into the dining room where the brunch had been prepared.

Max and Kelly following behind him, having all drove out here to get some time off. The countryside the perfect place to do so. No people who‘d recognize you, not even in the little town nearby. And even if they did, they truly didn‘t care enough to bother you.

„Dad.“ you smiled getting up and hugging your father tightly, your arms wrapping stound his taller figure. Your dad quite suprised by the affectionate hug, as he held you close for some seconds; He immediately knew. From the second he saw you staring blankly at that wall just before to this desperate hug, something was wrong. He watched you greet everyone else with a somehow fake smile, including Max and Kelly who both hadn‘t seen you in some time as your job was keeping you really busy.

„What are you even doing back home?“ your dad later asked as everyone was eating.

„Well, I was suprised to to see her stumble in here this morning.“ Geri, your stepmom chuckled.

Max mustering you. He knew, he had seen the pictures. Well he had been there. Having told Lando if he was aware of the cameras on him as he was pushing his tounge down some girls throat. He even told some people to delete the photos. But people were drunk, plus Lando was famous. A deadly combination.

„What about Y/n, Lando?“

Max knew you two weren’t exactly offical. He had no idea what kind of realitionshipi it was. But he had seen you two. It was evident you both had feelings for eachother. So this was just stupid. It would hurt both of you. Especially you and Max thought of you like a little sister.

„Why should I care?“ Lando groaned sounding extremly cocky, making Max wanna puke. Lando scrunched his nose before he pushed past the dutch guy who just stood there baffled.

Now seeing your puffy eyes looking at everyone at the table. Max knew; you had seen the stupid pictures. You probably had flown out to England for Lando. And Lando had been an absolute idiot the past 24 hours.

„I wanted to suprise you.“ you whispered, lying to your dad. But your dad wasn’t stupid, he knew it probably had to do with a certain british boy who you seemingly had befriended ove the past few months. He had his concerns but you were a grown woman, he knew he shouldn’t get inbetween anything.So he just smiled before nodding „Well that’s nice. I‘m certainly surprised honey.“

The week passed quick. You spent some time with your siblings and Max and Kelly before saying your goodbyes again. Telling your dad you‘d see him in Hungary.

„Come to London please.“ You couldnt believe it. After three whole days of zero contact he had finally texted you. He didn‘t ask yet he clearly saw your instagram story showing you were back home. You wanted to text him, be mad and tell him how hurt you were. But you weren’t like this. Your weekend with your patents had made you realize you haf been raised better. Maybe you had lied to yourself. Maybe you couldn‘t do no strings attached. Maybe having standards was a good thing.

So you didn‘t respond. You told him a couple of days later; „sorry was busy, see you in hungary.“

It was the weekend before the Grand Prix you attended yet another absoluetly jam packed Gala event in Monaco. You were luckily not gonna be important next to all the stars and socialites there. So you put on some regular black dress, did your own hair and makeup before getting an uber there.

The evening was rather dull. But you‘d have to report on it for the paper next week so you had to stay for every second. You saw a couple if familiar faces, talked to some old family friends before admiring the beautiful hotel the thing was hosted at. The big chandeliers sparkling so brightly, you were bound to be mesmerized. It was then as you grabbed yet another glass of champagne when you turned around bumping into some guys chest.

„Oh. I‘m sorry!“ you exclaimed looking up at the familiar face. The blonde hair sitting ever so perfectly as the tailored suit sat on his broad shoulders. The tall guy shooting you a sly grin „You‘re fine my love dont worry.“

„Logan.“ you chuckled. Having seen the rookie a couple of times at least. But never really having spoken to him.

„Hello there.“ he waved awkwardly before induldging you in some small talk.

Logan was nice guy. Despite the internet making fun of him for his very american ways he was nice and polite. It started as nice chatters but somehow you two ended up at a corner at the empty bar, downing glass after glass of whatever alcoholic beverage the american ordered.

„So weird seeing you without Norris.“ he eventually bound up saying.

You scrunched your nose, a thing you always did but even more when you were drunk. If there was botox for that you might as well start young.

„Why is that weird?“ you giggle, your words coming out slower than usual as you kick your heels against the legs of the bar chair. Playing with the rim of your already empty champagne glass.

Logan looks down at you, seeing you nervously bounce your legs. He licks his lips, and if you weren‘t shitfaced you would have gotten the ick a long time ago. The guy was so obviously trying to flirt with you. Something you hated. Well except when Lando did it.

„Ah, I don‘t know I just thought he was your boyfriend?“

You burst out into laughter, causing some of the last people in there to look at you. Women being loud, something people clearly hated or were at least severly triggered by.

„What‘s so funny?“ Logan blushed looking around, kind of embarassed by the eyes on you. Lando would never be embarrassed. Yeah well Landos laugh was also way louder than yours.

„See…“ you catch your breath, before rolling your eyes and playfully punching his shoulder „Norris doesn’t do girlfriend boyfriend or boyfirend girfriend silly!“

Logan chuckled before his hand was placed on your upper thigh. It was like he had waited to hear that. It came so quick and at the most obvious time. The american guy leaned in towards you before whispering into your ear „You wanna head home?“

He smelled weird. No he actually smelled fine. He just didn’t smell like Lando. Lando smelled so perfect. Like your favorite smell ever.

Your heart ached for a second. This probably was good right? You had to do the whole multiple people thing. Lando was doing it. So you also had to.

„Why not?“

So you walked out the place with the blonde american. Not looking back once. Only what you didn‘t notice as you stumbled down the stairs with your heels in your hands was that, Arthur Leclerc who was Charles brother and Oscars best friend had waited for his girfriend outside when he spotted a very tipsy you get in a car with none other that Logan Sargeant.

The week passed rather quick and before you knew it you were sat on a plane towards Hungary. You were gonna arrive just in time for Qualifying. Heading straight from the airport to the paddock, having to change into a appropriate outfit at the airport toilet. Again. Low point.

It was a long taxi drive later that you made your way into the paddock, holding your recorder and noteclips. What you hadn’t known strutting, in there in your still perfectly white suit that could have used some ironing but no one’s perfect, that you actually had been the talk of the grid over the past two days.

Arthur Leclerc had a loose mouth. He had immediately texted Charles asking if Y/n Horner wasn’t involved with Lando Norris anymore. To which the older Leclerc responded that as far as he knew Lando and Y/n were somehow together all the time but not really exclusive. When Arthur dished the tea to him later the next day that he had seen you and Sargeant looking rather cozy with one another Charles immediately texted Carlos asking if there was trouble in heaven. The boys just loved gossip. And we all know who Carlos is best friends with.

On press day the ferrari driver asked his former teammate, right after getting of the panel „So Y/n’s really not as goody two shoes as we thought huh?“

Lando looked at him confused, he had just spent four days figuring what he had done to seemingly piss you off. No messages, the way you had stayed with your dad when you had promisef him to come to London. He missed you. He just couldn‘ admit that. No strings right? Plus he didn’t do boyfriend girlfriend.

„What do you mean? What about her?“

„Yeah well…“ Carlos chuckled awkwardly now spotting the very hot topic off his rumor talking to Oscar in the corner of the waiting room. Logan was showing Oscar something on his phone while the two youngest guys on the track waited for their turn to do interviews.

„Carlos, I don‘t have all day.“ Lando groaned, punching his friends shoulder „What about Y/n?“

Carlos contemplated for a second. He knew Lando was acting like he had no feelings for you but Carlos knew exactly that wasn‘t the case. He had after all been the one dragging the brit home after the silverstone afterparty. And the whole drive to the hotel the young Mclaren driver kept on talking about you and everything about you and everything about your looks and so on.

„Her eyes. Her hair, the way she scrunches her nose when shes confused.“ Lando slurred his head on Carlos lap as he was about to pass out „Y/n‘s just great. She- She is girlfriend material.“

„So Charles told me that Arthur told him. That last Saturday at some sort of Gala in Monaco, he spotted Y/n leaving with another driver…“

„What!“ Lando yelled immediately , causing everyone to look at him. Carlos hand covered his mouth, stopping him from screaming the place down. Shooting everyone an awkward smile as they continued their own thing with raised eyebrows.

„Shh!“ Carlos whispered as Lando looked at him in fury before removing the hand from his mouth.

„Don’t tell me to shush! Who the fuck did she leave with!“ he whisper yelled, and Carlos sighed. He really didn’t want any bad blood in between the grid to start because of him so he knew he couldn’t tell names:

„Well, Lando you two aren’t official so you dont really have the right to get mad at her.“ Carlos explained trying to sound reasonable. But Lando just raised his eyebrows holding up his hands clearly acting innocent as a lamb.

„Hold on! I‘m not mad at her! Im mad at whoever thinks its okay to take something that clearly belongs to me!“

Carlos chuckled. His friend sounded like a little kid in preschool who‘s toy was stolen. Guess that’s what love does to you „Lando first of all no one really knows if you two are offical or not…“

„I don‘t have to be offical with her, she‘s off limits for any other driver and they know it.“ he argues back and it actually makes so much sense in his head. Much more sense than it does to Carlos at least „If you don’t actually your car, I‘ll still never juste drive it.“

„But Y/n‘s not some bag Lando. You cant actually own her-„

„Thats it!“ Lando smiled and Carlos looked rather confused. He musters his seemingly insane friend who looked like he had just found the answer to lifes most profound question.

„What?“

„Im gonna get her a bag.“

You had just arrived at some food stand, grabbing a coffee and a bagle when a hand grabbed yours. You turned around looking up at the beautiful curly haired guy. Landos eyes looked at you as he had a huge grin on his face „Hey baby.“

„Lan.“ you stated, rather suprised by the bubbly greeting. Last time you had checked both of you were ignoring one another. But Lando didn‘t even give you any time, he put his hand on your back before guiding you towards the mclaren motorhome like he was on some sort of mission.

„What are you doing?“ you chuckled as he pulled you past security who grabbed your bagle and coffee as it was not allowed to bring food from outside. Rude. You looked Lando up and down as you followed him. He was already in race gear probably having to go on track any minute now.

The young guy didn’t say a word he just pulled you into his drivers room closing the door behind him quickly. Before he immediately smashes his lips against yours leaving you no choice but kiss him back. After a while you come to your senses as you push him off you “What‘s going on Lan?“

You missed this. But you weren’t naive, he was acting like you hadn‘t completely had zero contact over the last two weeks. Like he hadn’t ignored you for days after Silverstone. Lando pressed his lips together, his hands still on your waist. He looked like he was contemplating to say something but then shook his head.

„Baby.“ he whispered, his fingers digging into the material of your white blazer.

„Yes?“ you asked sounding rather hopeful. Maybe youw two were actually gonna talk for once.

Lando looked into your eyes before taking a deep breath „I got you something.“

He what? The brit now turned around and you looked at him dumbfounded. He walked over to the cabinet pulling out an orange paper bag. You furrowed your brows. Not understanding what on earth he was doing. He got you a present?

„Here.“ the brown haired handed you the big bag and you looked at him confused.

„It‘s not my birthday yet.“ you stated knowing your birthday was coming up soon. Maybe he had remembered wrong, wouldn’t be a suprise as he seemingly didn’t care where you had been the last two weeks.

„I know but just open it!“ he chuckled, sounding like an excited little boy. You can’t help but giggle nodding as you walk towards the table. You place the bag down pulling out an orange cotton bag. You look at Lando still lost before pulling out the inside. Holding a rathe big snd bright pink leather bag in your hand.

You scrunch your nose „A purse?“

„You dont like it?“ Lando looks panicked and you get even more confused. He sighs rubbing his face „I thought pink was your favorite color.“

„No it’s nice! Really nice!“ you admit looking at the bag „Im just confused why you got me a- a bag? I mean i know im a girl, and I love bags but why..“

„It‘s not just any bag.“ he chuckles, only now realizing you had no idea what you were holding in your hands. He forgot you actually grew up with only a father. This could be amusing.

„What is it then? A special bag?“

„Ah forget it.“ Lando shrugged it off, kissing your cheek . This maybe was actually good. If you didn’t know what the bag meant you‘d go parade it in front of everyone which was exactly what Lando wanted. This bag would surely keep anyone away „I hope you like it baby.“

„I love it Lan!“ you smiled, before tiptoeing and kissing his cheeks. In all honesty the bag was nice but you had still no idea why he‘d just gift you some purse. But you figured it was his way of aplogizing or somethingand you really had no time to discuss the matter at that moment „If you excuse me now I gotta go show everyone my new bag and you have to go race. Good luck!“

Lando couldnt believe it. His plan had sorta backfired. But in the weirdest most unexpected way. He was stunned as he watched you strutting away with your new bag in one hand as you grabbed your coffe on your way out. This could be fun.

Kelly was watching her boyfriend qualifying from the redbull garage as she noticed you walk up to her. The dark haired woman smiled talking off her headphones „Y/n!“

„Kells!“ you embraced her in a hug. You two catch up a little and you just wanna ask Kelly about Little P when her eyes fall onto the bright pink thing in your hand. Kelly raised her eyebrows staring at it“Wow does your internship suddenly pay that much?“

„What?“ you chuckled, noticing her eyes on your bag. You pull it up swinging it around a little before wiggling your eyebrows „Oh, this?“

You roll your eyes turning it around „It‘ a pretty nice bag right?“

Kelly looks at you a little stunned „Nice?“

„You dont like it?“ you ask mustering the older woman „Well you won’t believe this but Lando got me this, totally random!“

„Lando got you a birkin!“ Kelly now yelled covering her mouth in shock as everyone started to look at the two of you. It was then that your step mom appeared from the backroom, taking off her own headset. Looking at Kelly and than at you snd than the very pink bag in your hand.

„That’s what it‘s called?“ you scrunched your nose before chuckling„Its apparently a special purse.“

„Who got you this?“ Geri now asked looking utterly confused at the very beauty you were holding in your hands. She had seen her share of beautiful birkins but this was next level. You grew more confused by the second as people were suddenly hovered around you, well especially women.

„Well- Hello to you to.“ you say rolling your eyes „It‘s just a bag girls. Lando got me it and it was so weird, it was completly out of the blue!“

„Just a bag?“ Geri asked, looking at Kelly unbelievingly „Y/n thats a very nice purse!“

„Oh.“ you state, raising your eyebrows „Maybe I shouldn’t use it then?“

„Oh no, A birkin bag is meant to be used honey!“ Geri chuckled, and Kelly can’t help but laugh along still absolutely shocked„Max never got me a birkin bag.“

„Whatever.“ you now shrug not knowing how a bag could be such a big deal. The two women continue their jokes before you walk around and take off. You had work to do after all. You muster your bag one last time. A birkin bag. Whatever that was. You should probably google it later.

Talk of the bright pink birkin bag that had been gifter by the very Lando Norris spread like water. Soon everyone knew about the most expensive hermes bag being given to a certain young journalist who was parading it like she had zero idea what it was. Well, that was actually the truth. Even instagram had their fieldday seeing you enter Mclarens motorhomes with Lando and leaving it with a pink birkin.

But you were too busy to notice. You only noticed the stared from every woman passing you and the fact that even some of the drivers started whispering and pointing at you whenever you passed them.

When Carlos bumped into you and noticed the little thing in your hand he immediately wanted to slap Lando. He Couldn’t believe the young guy thad actually pulled through with the utter insane plan. He had watched the guy make five hundred calls the day prior. If he had known what kinda bag he was on the hunt for, he‘d probably tell him to forget it.

„Max!“ Carlos yelled running up to the dutch driver, Max turning around „Yes?

„Did you see what he did?“ Carlos asked completely out of breath. Max raised his eyebrows taking a sip of his water in his Red Bull bottle.

„Who did what?“ Max asked, looking at the spanish ferrari driver.

„Lando.“ he stated and Max ju shrugged his shoulders, completely oblivious to the gossip that had been circulating all day„He bought her a birkin bag!“

„Who?“

„Y/n!“

„That little sly fuck!“ Max cussed, not actually believing what he was hearing. Everyone knew what gifting a birkin to a woman means. It‘s like putting a lock on her. It could be only described as some sort of pre proposal, letting every guy know: she is in fact off limits and you better back off.

„He couldnt ask her out normally huh?“ Max laughed shaking his head, grinning at the thought of the young brit.

„No. It‘s Lando. Typical Lando.“

On race day you decided you had enough for once and for all from the stares shot your way every second you walked through the paddock. The bag was pretty yes, but people were surely acting like it was a god. You walked into the redbulm garage approaching Kelly who was stood there with Max and your dad.

„Guys!“ they all stared at you as you looked at them in frustration.

„What the hell is the deal with this stupid purse!“ you held up the thing once again and your dad looked at you suprised while Max chuckles. There‘s a moment of silence before your father crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows.

„It‘s hideous?“ Christian asked. Max and Kelly looking at both of you stunned.

„Dad!“ you punched him with the bag as he laughed like an evil witch. He always made fun of your clothes so this wasn’t personal.

„Y/n!“ Kelly yells before the panicked women reaches out to garv the bag out of you hands like it was a child in need. She wrapped her arms around it protectively looking at you in fury. Meanwhile you look at her like she’s the one that’s lost her mind and so does your dad.

„What the-„

„Okay Christian.“ Max took a deep breath, looking at Kelly who was looking at him in desperation. Silently begging him to put an end to her misery of watching you treat a birkin like that„You may wanna take a seat for this.“

„Bullocks.“ Christian chuckled raising his eyebrows as you looked at Max confused. What was everyone’s problem?

„Well, this bag.“ Max ponited at the thing in Kellys hand and you looked at him exceptingly „It’s a birkin bag. And Lando gave it to you? Right Y/n?“

You slowly nodded, your dad already confused on why Lando would even buy you a bag in the first place. You weren’t that serious, right?

„Well its a forty thousand dollar bag. At least.“ Kelly now stated.

You felt like your heart stopped beating „A what?“

„Why?“ your dad now looks at you putting two and two together „Why does Norris gift you a forty thousand dollar bag Y/n?“

„I- Uhm.“

„I don’t know?“ you lied, before going to grab the bag from Kelly’s hand. Your dad throwing daggers at you. Realizing his daughter actually isn’t as innocent as she seems. You grin awkwardly „If you excuse me now. I gotta go!“

You wahtched the race from the stands, figuring you‘d be safest there as you tried to grasp the sheer fact that Lando had actually bought you a bag that cost more than all your other bags combined. And god you didn’t even say thank you really. But you also truly didn’t understand why he‘d do something so insane. This was serious. You don‘t gift bags like this to your situationship. After a long day you finally headed back to the hotel. Texting Lando to come to your room to talk on your way there.

You were getting ready to out to dinner with your family when a knock appeared at your door. In nothing but yout bathrobe you went to open the door expecting it to be Lando only to be met with a certain american guy lean against your doorframe „Howdy.“

„Logan.“ your eyes were wide open as he looked you up and down with a sly grin.

„Greetings.“ god he was unbarebale when not drunk. You look at the taller guy an awkward grin plastered on your lips.

„What do you want?“ you asked and you knew it sounded quite rude. But you quite honestly didn’t care because Lando could show up any second and you didn’t exactly want him to find you here with Logan.

„I wanna talk.“ He speaks as he pushes past you. You watch him enter your room. Well he was persistent.

„Well, now really is a bad time.“ you stated gesturing to your soaking wet hair and bathrobe. He really had to leave.

„How so?“

„Well, to be quite frank.“ but you couldnt finish it because a second later the door opened behind you. You shut your eyes knowing exactly who that was and how this was gonna look for you. Lando walks in fully dressed for the night, spotting you stand there in your bathrobe, your back turned towards him and in the room none other than. What? Logan? Really?

„What the fuck is he doing here.“ Lando asked not even acknowledging Logans presence. Great. Could anything go your way. You sighed turning around and looking at him „Lan…“

„I‘m here to pick her up for dinner.“ Logan states crossing his arms. You turn back around. He was not serious. „What?“

„Excuse me?“ Lando hissed, clearly already getting worked up about the fact that the Williams driver had the audacity to show up here after he had clearly made sure the whole paddock knew you were his. The birkin had done his job. People had already texted him congratulations on the realitionship.

„Yes remember, we made the plans last week when I came to your place?“ Logan asks you, quite literally doing it on purpose. You knew he was doing it on purpose.

„So hold on!“ Lando grabbed your shoulde and you turned around to look at his pissed off expression „He‘s the other driver?“

„The other what?“ you exclaimed being quite lost. Logan just chuckling, he had heard that Lando was trying scare someone off, apparently it was him. It mad Logan chuckle, surely you wouldn’t be so easy right?

„Last week you left an event with another driver!“ Lando hissed, pointing at the blonde american whi stood there with a cocky smile “It was him?“

„Yes.“ Logan grinned and you knew if he wanted Lando to punch him he was almost there. The brit had a short temper for stuff like this.

„Wait!“ you now yelled turning your attention towards Lando only „How do you know that!“

„Arthur saw you.“ Lando hissed, looking at you with a digusted expression. He starts to pace up and down the room and you roll your eyes at the dramatics.

„Lando calm down!“

„He’sinsane.“ Logan chuckled, shaking his head „Thinking he can put dibs on girl with some freaking bag just because he‘s too stupid to ask her out.“

„Logan!“ you now sighed , pointing at the door „Leave!“

Logan looks at you unamused but seeing you were serious. He rolls his eyes before pushing past you and leaving your room. Slamming tbe door shut on his way out, causing you to flinch as you stare at Lando who‘s looking like some maniac.

„Jesus!“ you sighed.

„Did you have s*x with him?“ Lando asked, blurting it out without hesitation but scared of the answer. You looked at him completely lost on what gave him that idea. Arthur for sure wasn’t a reliable source. Noted.

„What if I did Lando? We agreed on no strings!“ you tried to reason with him. The whole bag thing and him acting all jealous. It made zero sense „Its not like you weren‘t the one who was partying with a million girls after Silverstone.“

„Because I was mad at you!“ Lando now yelled. He really hated to admit this. He hated talking. He‘d rather buy you a million birkins but he knew his words were now needed.

„For what?“

„For not being there. You knew how important it was for me!“

„Lando I had to work!“ you sighed, still lost on how this all made sense „Thats why you slept with other women? Because you missed me?“

„I didn‘t sleep with anyone!“ he now defensed himself. You take a step back raising your brows as you realize you had been foolish.

„But the pictures?“

„Yes I made out with some of them. Im not proud. But I went home with Carlos.“ he sighed, looking at your smaller frame „And I got you that bag hoping you‘d forgive me for that. Well I also got it to scare the competition off.“

„Why didnt you say anything?“

„The bag speaks for itself or so I thought.“ he shakes his head „Only I forgot you aren’t like every other girl.“

„Lan.“ you smiled weakly, approaching him and putting your hand against his face „It‘s a nice bag. But unfortunately you will have to take it back because baby, forty thousand dollars? Thats ridiculous!“

Lando chuckled knowing how insane he sounded. He looked down at you „It was fifty thousand actually. I was trying compete with the other driver. If had known it was Sargeant I‘d gotten you something cheaper trust me.“

You can’t help but laugh „You’re mean!“

„No but seriously? He’s american!“ Lando said his voice all high pitched.

„I know.“ you. giggle, shaking your head „I didn’t t sleep with him tough baby. So you can take the bag back and buy yourself a car.

„Oh thank god!“ Lando sighed in relief his whole body relaxing. God he could be dramatic.

„I thought I was gonna have to pull an exorcism to get that thought out of my head.“

„Well we kissed.“ you smirk „So theres your exorcism.“

Lando fake gags and you punch his shoulder. Before wrapping your arms around his neck. Tugging on his curls. You look into his beautiful eyes, and he smiles down at you.

„So this no strings thing.“ he mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek. You feel your heart flutter as he comes down and kisses your lips softly his hand on your chin. He smiles „Its really just silly isn‘t it?“

You giggle „It is silly baby.“

„Okay from now on its strings baby.“ he states his hands wrapping around you body.

„Oh-„ you look at him with a scrunched nose „You might wanna skip that and go do boyfriend girlfriend right away.“

„Why?“

„Mhm…“ you sighed „Pretty sure my dad knows we had s*x.“

„What?!“ his eyes are wide open „How?“

„The stupid-„ you start but he interrupts you with raised brows.

„Birkin Bag.“

Pink and Blue - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Hey…Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Warnings: Smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies… 

Word Count: 4.2K

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Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you interacted with his niece and nephew. Sure you’d met them all before, but things just felt different this time. They’d come to support him at Silverstone and so had your nephew who only happened to be a few months old. You were currently holding your nephew whilst Lewis’s own nephew and niece looked on, smiling at the small boy in your arms.

Ever since he was born your brother spent more time with the two of you, wanting to give his partner a break after the birth which changed something in Lewis. He always knew he wanted children, especially with you but he wanted to wait until he’d finished racing so he could always be there throughout the entire pregnancy and birth but now he didn’t want to wait. 

He wanted one now. 

Lewis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at your nephew, a smile playing on his lips as you looked back up at him. If anyone looked on to the two of you they would have thought your nephew was your own child. “He’s getting so big,” Lewis spoke. 

“He’ll be walking soon -” 

“When will he start to talk?” His niece asked. 

“When he’s a bit older,” Lewis replied as he moved to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, looking down at the small boy in your arms. 

“Will he come to all the races?” 

“No.” You smiled at the blonde girl. “He’s too small for that,” You looked down at Lewis’s nephew as you finished. “Just like the three of you.” 

“I’m big enough!” His nephew protested. 

“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled just as their mother called them back over. 

Lewis was set to start the race in a few minutes so you and the rest of his family were heading towards the garage to watch him. When he raced in England everyone who could come to see him did. Even your family would come and watch his races, especially your brother and his wife and now your nephew joined them both. 

“You’re so good with them,” Lewis spoke as he placed a kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist again. 

“So are you.” 

“Hmm…” He hummed against your skin. 

“You’ve been clingy recently.” Arching your brows you looked back at him. “Ever since he was born -”

“I’ve been thinking…” 

“Don’t do that it’ll hurt your head.” Smirking you turned around to face him, a small laugh escaping your lips at his reaction to your words. 

“And to think I was being nice to you.” He returned the small laughter. “But I was thinking about something.” 

“And what was that?” 

“I -”

“Lewis!” George was currently jogging over to his teammate, waving at the two of you as he grew closer. “Toto wants us un there now, we haven’t got long and he just needs to go over a few things with you.” 

Lewis huffed at the words of his teammate. He’d been plucking up the courage to ask you about having a child for a while now. He just needed the time to be right, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you with talk of children, especially as the two of you never really talked about it in detail. Just then seemed like the perfect time but George clearly had other ideas.

“I’ll talk to you after.” Leaning up you and Lewis shared a short yet sweet kiss, the two of you wanting nothing more than to share a longer moment with one another but he needed to go and you needed to get Elijah back to his Dad. “Good luck and be safe.” You stressed that last word, with his entire family and the country watching you didn’t need him getting hurt. 

“I’m always safe for you.” He winked. “I promise I’ll come back to you.” 

Those were the words he’d always say as he left to get in the car and every single time he was right, he did in fact come back to you. When the two of you started to date it was the first thing you asked of him. This sport was a dangerous one and there were plenty of drivers that got into those cars and never made it out, knowing that could happen to Lewis made you sometimes wish he never got into this sport but thankfully he was smart on the track, unlike other drivers. 

“Sorry did I interrupt something?” George asked as Lewis spared one last glance back at you and Elijah. 

“No, don’t worry about it, man.” Lewis gave George a small smile but George knew something was wrong. 

“You sure? You don’t seem it… the pair of you aren’t breaking up are you?” 

Lewis snapped his head over at him, his brows furrowed at his words. “Absolutely not, far from it…” 

“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” George’s eyes widened. 

“The ring is in my bag but I was going to tell her something else…” 

He searched his head but George couldn’t work out what Lewis was trying to say. “Well what were you going to ask her?” 

Lewis gave him an uncertain look, debating whether or not to tell him what was really on his mind. George was the type of person that would constantly persist when asking questions, especially when it came to Lewis. He’d looked up to him since he was a child and now he drove for the same team as him. He and Lewis were friends and George knew you well too so if Lewis were to talk to anyone on the grid about what he thought it would be him. 

Lewis looked over at George, holding his gaze as he spoke. “I wanted to ask her if she wanted a baby with me. We’ve been together for a while now and she’s -”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” George suddenly blurted out as they reached the cars. 

“She’s not pregnant.” Lewis looked over at him, a smirk on his lips. “Yet…” He took a deep breath. “I want to tell her but she might not want a child right now. We’ve touched on the subject but never really spoken about it that much.” 

“Maybe now is the time to ask then, you said it yourself you have a ring in your bag. You clearly want her in your life forever -”

“Of course I do George, why wouldn’t I?” He and George shared another glance. “Do you think I should ask her to marry me first?” 

“Since when have you ever asked me for relationship advice?” George smirked. 

“There’s a first time for everything,” Lewis replied. 

“You know what I think you should do?” He grabbed his helmet. “Just talk to her. If you don’t want to be direct then just slip it into the conversation.” He shrugged.

“I planned on being direct and then someone decided to pull us apart.” Lewis followed his teammate's actions, grabbing his own helmet as the two of them headed towards Toto. 

Sending Lewis an apologetic look he and his teammate made their way to the rest of the team for the meeting before getting in the cars before the race started. Meanwhile, you had said goodbye to your family, who were sitting in the stands for the race whilst you stayed in the garage alongside Lewis’s Dad. Lewis was getting into his car when his niece waved and blew him a kiss as they headed to their seats. Lewis returned the gestures to the girl before he turned back to face you, sending you one last kiss before driving out to the track. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you hadn’t been thinking of him as a Dad recently. Lewis always made the world around him light up, he just seemed to have that effect on anyone he met so it’s no wonder that he was so good when it came to kids. Even other drivers' children on the grid would always run up to him with open arms and act like they’d known him all their lives. You couldn’t help but wanted that for yourself. 

You had to push that into the back of your mind for now as the race started. He’d been having a rough time on the track and needed all the support he could get, especially in front of his home crowd. The British fans always had his back and that was no different for today. Whatever talk Toto had given Lewis before getting into the car had clearly worked. At one point Lewis was running in P1 but it wasn’t meant to be. He eventually finished in P3, just behind Checo with Carlos winning his first-ever race in Formula 1. 

Throwing your headphones down you ran alongside the mechanics who were making their way over to the cars. Lewis got out, the biggest smile on his face as he threw himself at the mechanics. They cheered his name as he took his helmet off and met your eyes. You were convinced his smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face into his. His lips connected with yours and just like that time stopped. Your hands went to his chest, tugging slightly on his race suit as he nipped down on your bottom lip, not wanting to get too carried away in front of the whole world he eventually had to pull away. 

“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered against his lips. 

“Thank you, my love.” He pecked your lips one last time before he headed off to the podiums. Your family and his made their way over to you, their faces mirroring your smile as he looked down at you. His niece held her arms out at you, wanting you to take her into your arms. She clung to your body as you lifted her off the ground to face Lewis. Lewis’s heart swelled with pride seeing the two of you, the thought if having children growing even more. 

As it was Silverstone Lewis had put together a meal for everyone so whilst he finished his interviews you were getting ready in your hotel room. You’d opt for a black dress which hung onto your body like a glove. You were touching up the last of your make-up when the door to your room clicked and a familiar figure walked into the room. Lewis smirked as he watched you never break focus from your make-up, even when he snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you into his hips. 

“You look beautiful…” His lips hovered their way across your neck as he spoke. His hand left your waist and slowly slipped the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he could start to place light kisses on your skin. The sensation made you jump slightly, causing you to lose focus of your makeup, making Lewis smirk. “So…” He kissed your shoulder, growing closer to your face with every word. “Beautiful…” Gripping your hips Lewis spun you around to face him, pushing you against the small table where your mirror sat. 

“We don’t have time…” You pouted, your hands cupping his face. 

“I want one.” Lewis suddenly blurted out, his confidence soaring after his race. His eyes scanned yours as he awaited your reply, hoping for an answer before you spoke. 

“Want what?” 

“I want a baby with you.” Lewis placed a small peck on your lips. “I know we haven’t spoken about it a lot but I’ve seen how you are with your Elijah, you’re so good with him and my niece and nephew. You’d be perfect as a Mum.” 

“You think so?” His hips pushed harder against yours as you replied. 

“I know you would be.” His hand grazed over your stomach, his eyes flickering down to imagine the bump. 

“You know if we had kids they’d have the best Dad.” You mirrored his previous actions and placed a kiss on his lips. “All the kids in the playground would be jealous when they find out their friend's Dad is Lewis Hamilton.” You smiled, imagining raising your child with Lewis. Your child would grow up alongside Formula 1 and deep down you knew there was also a  chance that child would have the bravery and heart of their father and follow in his footsteps, seeing Lewis teach them everything he knew was something you’d imagined for a while.

“Give yourself some credit.” He picked you up and sat you on the table, parting your legs and slowly moving the fabric of your dress to the top of your thighs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours. “And they’ll know that.” He placed a kiss on your underwear, slowly letting one hand fall from your dress and tug at the lace material. 

“Lewis…” Your words were low as he slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs. His lips teased your skin, kissing and ghosting every inch of your thigh, fanning over where you needed him the most but you knew he wanted to hear you beg for him. 

“Use your words sweetheart… what do you want?” He teased. 

“You…”

“Be more specific.” 

“I want your mouth…” Your hands found their way to his braids, tugging on them slightly in the hopes he’d get the hint. Lewis planted a kiss on your clit, humming at the way you pushed your hips up into him, wanting more. “Please, Sir…” 

Lewis groaned at your words as he pushed your legs further apart before letting his tongue flick over your clit. Humming again he attached his lips around your clit, sucking whilst one hand held your hips down whilst the other started to tease your entrance. He started off slow, wanting to savour every single second of the moment. Lewis loved the way you reacted to his touch, he could feel every jump and hear every gasp that left your lips as his tongue worked its magic. 

He let his hands squeeze your thigh, making you jump further into his mouth as Lewis let his tongue explore your body. Throwing your head back you moaned at his actions just as one of his fingers slowly entered you. The cool sensation of his rings against your warm skin only added to your pleasure. 

“So wet already…” Lewis moaned against your skin. “And I’ve barely even touched you…” He started to speed up his actions, tugging and moaning against your clit which only made your buck your hips harder into his face. 

“Lewis please…” The grip you had on his braids tightened as you felt your orgasam approach. 

“Please what?” Lewis taunted you with his words, adding another finger and increasing his speed. “I want to hear you say it…” 

“Lewis…”

“Don’t act shy now baby, I’ve heard you beg before… say it…”

“Please, Sir…” Your hips bucked into his mouth as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “Please Lewis let me cum, please…” 

“How badly do you want it?” He moaned as he felt how wet you continued to grow. 

“So badly, please Lewis I want to cum -” 

“You cum when I say…” He added another finger as his mouth went back to the clit, sucking on the bud which only brought you closer to your high. 

“Please -”

“How good does it feel?” 

“So good Lewis, please -” 

He cut you off with his words. “You can cum now, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” As he finished he latched onto your clit again, adding more pleasure as your high finally washed over you. Lewis moaned as he felt you finish on his tongue, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you couldn’t squirm away as you came. “You taste like heaven, my love.” He kissed your clit one last time as he rose back to his feet. 

Whilst he held eye contact he slipped his white t-shirt off, standing before you with a smirk. Raising your hands you traced his tattoos until you reached the waistband of his trousers. A playful smile sat on your lips as you let your hands wander, watching his every expression. Lewis grew tired of your light teasing as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it above your head, throwing it across your hotel room. 

His hands grabbed your boobs, pulling on your nipples as he ground his hips into yours. You gasped at his actions, your nails gently marking his skin as you raked them down his chest. His lips attached to yours before tugging on your bottom lip, the action making you moan which just allowed Lewis to slip his tongue into your mouth. One hand left your boob and made its way to your jaw, pulling you close to him. Lewis would never tire of this feeling, it was like a drug to him. 

He pulled away from your lips reluctantly before he spoke. “I want you…” He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “I want a baby y/n… I want one with you… now…” 

Lewis didn’t know but you’d wanted him to speak those words to you for a long time. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else let alone starting a family with anyone else but him. 

“Well, I guess we won’t be needed these.” You held up a condom, the sight made Lewis break into a low laugh as he took it from you and threw it towards the bin in the corner of the room. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Lewis quickly undone his trousers and kicked them off to the floor along with boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of hesitance. 

“Yes… I do.” You placed a light kiss on his lips. “More than anything.” That was all the Mercedes driver needed. Lewis slowly entered you, moaning at the way you felt around him. 

His head fell on your shoulder as he pushed himself inside of you. Lewis stayed still for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. Despite you and Lewis having been together for a few years you still always needed just a second. When you were ready you planted another kiss on his lips, a silent way of telling him you were ready. Lewis moved his head from the crook of your neck to look at you as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you. He always loved the way your eyes widened at the feel of him. 

Lewis started at a steady pace, slowly bringing your hips closer to his as he fucked you on the table. “You feel so good around me…” He moaned as his hands pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper. 

“God…” 

“God can’t help you now sweetheart.” He slowly picked up the pace as he spoke. 

“I wouldn’t want him to.” As you finished your words he suddenly picked you up with him still inside of you and carried you to the bed. Normally Lewis would throw you down and turn you over so he could fuck you from behind but this time things were different. This time the two of you weren’t fucking for fun but to start a family with one another. He set you down on the bed before he started moving again. One hand dipped to your clit, slowly circling it knowing he’d bring you to another high very quickly. 

His head fell to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the bud with every thrust. Your hands went to his back and struggling to find a grip you dragged your nails along his skin. Lewis twitched slightly at your actions, a low moan escaping his lips as he suddenly started to fuck you harder. He moved his mouth from your nipple to your neck, suppressing his moans he latched onto your skin which only made you dig your nails deeper into him. “Fuck…” You heard him groan as he sped up even more. His mouth soon left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired the new mark that would let the world know who you belonged to. 

Lewis moved his hands to your hips, thrusting yourself onto his cock. You knew he was close so you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you whilst your hands now found his braids once again, tugging as your lips met but you struggled to keep up with his kisses as his cock hit you in places you never knew it could reach. “You’re so cute trying to compose yourself… when we both know all you want to do is scream my name.” 

“Lewis please…”

“Please what?” A wicked smile found its way to his lips as he started to play with your clit again. “Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t think I would let you cum again without begging for me, did you?” 

“Who says I’ll cum first?” You tried to sound confident but the sudden grip on your left thigh which was now being thrown over his shoulder told him another story. “Fuck Lewis!”

“Louder…” His gaze was stern on you as fucked you at the new angle. “And you will cum, just not yet. I want you to cum when I do… understand?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you spoke. “Yes -”

“Yes what?” He suddenly stopped thrusting but his fingers still worked on your clit, making you squirm. Lewis held your hips down with his free hand so you couldn’t move, his eyes still boring into yours as he spoke again. “I can’t hear you y/n…”

“Yes Sir -”

“Yes Sir what?”

“I won’t cum until you do Sir.” 

“Such a good girl.” He pecked your lips before he started to thrust inside of you again. Both of your moans filled the hotel room, not caring how loud the two of you were being as you inched closer to your high. Lewis had begun to slow his pace down ever so slightly, a small sign that you knew he was close. He set your leg down but made sure you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he added more pressure on your clit.

“Lewis… I’m so close…”

“I know…” He moaned slightly. “So am I… cum when I tell you…”

“Yes Sir.” He always smiled at the use of the petname. 

“Good girl…” Your hands clung onto his back as he spoke again. “I want you to cum, now… I want you to cum all over my cock, you gonna do that for me?” 

“Fuck yes… Lewis…” You bit his shoulder to cover up your moans as he took one final thrust before he came inside of you. The feeling triggered your high, you came around him which only made him spill more inside of you. He fell onto your chest, not wanting to pull out. 

The pair of you lay there together, the only thing filling the air was your light breathless moans. Your nails traced his back tattoos as you kissed his forehead. “You’re amazing…” Lewis moaned into your shoulder, making you laugh as he slowly sat up. Still inside he planted a kiss on your lips as he moved your hair out of your face. He took in your features, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You always look so beautiful after sex.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Your hand cupped his jaw. 

“Glad you noticed.” He winked before he slowly pulled out. He fell beside you on the bed, his hand now falling to your stomach. 

“You know I won’t be pregant yet.” You arched your brow at him. 

“Oh I know but I can still imagine when you will be.” His eyes met yours. “And I can’t wait.” 

“Neither can I.” You shared another kiss when his phone suddenly rang. Jumping apart he looked down at the bedside table to see his brother calling him. 

“Shit… what's the time?” He looked over at you with a panicked look. 

“Umm…” You glanced over to your phone. “Seven twenty-six… why?” 

“We’re twenty-six minutes late to that dinner…” His expression suddenly changed to a sly one. “Was worth it though.”

“Yeah?” You quickly got up to grab your clothes. “Try explaining that to not only your parents but mine.” Lewis smiled at your reaction before he sent you a wink. 

“They’ll work it out in nine months.” 

Hey…

Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Hello :) Thank you for your request, you can read it here.

Enjoy ;) <3

Sweet Little Lies - Lando Norris x reader

Lando Norris x albon!sister

Requested? Yes/No: Heyyy  I just wanted to, say that your stories are absolutely amazing and I really enjoy reading Them. It would be nice if you could write an Lando Norris x reader maybe Alex albons sister story I would really appreciate it. Best regards💕

Summary: Your brother Alex plans a trip away just before the Italian Grand Prix and invites a few drivers, including Lando Norris. 

Warnings: Fluff, cocky Lando, a smidge of angst, classic one-bed trope

Word Count: 5K

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Alex was beyond stressed and needed a break from the track and thankfully for him there was a two-week gap between now and the next race, a gap he wanted to make the most of. He’d asked around a few drivers including George Russell and Lando Norris all of which agreed to join him. He’d booked a large cabin for you all in Sweden, a nice place where you could all relax without the world bothering you.

You and Alex were joined at the hip so there was no question that you wouldn’t be joining him. The pair of you had a three and half year age gap, you being the youngest which made act like your security guard whenever the two of you were with one another. Alex was someone who didn’t like conflict and chose to avoid it wherever possible but that differed when it came to you. Alex may have seemed as if he’d never throw a punch but he did break your old bully’s nose, and he pushed the girl who stole your favourite book down the stairs, oh and not to mention the time he shoved Gasly into a door when he tried to take you on a date.  

You were currently sitting in the back of the car, Alex driving whilst Lily was by his side. Looking out the window all you could see was blankets of white covering every tree branch and every inch of ground as far as the eye could see. This place was beautiful, it was no wonder why Alex wanted everyone else to join you all. 

“Alex this place is stunning.” Lily smiled, looking over at him before glancing back at you with a smile. 

“See I told you I knew what I was doing, I didn’t need an assistant to plan anything,” Alex announced, referencing yours and his conversion from a few days prior where you knew he’d forget something when planning the entire trip. 

“Give it a few minutes and we’ll find something Alex missed.” You smiled back at the two of them as he parked the car. George, Lando, Carmen and a few other of your close friends trailed behind you guys in their own cars. Alex parked up before bracing himself for the icy air. He opened the door for Lily whilst you got out on your own before grabbing your bags and heading to the door. Lily had already opened it, waiting for the rest of you to join her.

“It’s even prettier in here…” Lily spoke as he held the door open for you and Alex who was attempting to carry her bags as well as his into the cabin. Your eyes fell onto the others who were now parked and climbing out of their cars. You locked eyes with Lando Norris, only for a second before you turned your back on him and walked inside. 

Norris was a cocky little shit. Without the eyes of Alex around, he was a flirt and always wanted to get you alone with him. Whenever he needed to get past you he’d always hold your hips and pull you closer to him before letting his eyes linger on you as he moved past you. If you ever went out with Alex after a race he’d always buy you a drink or two but always away from the eyes of your brother.

“Alex did well.” You smiled at your brother who’d now made his way inside the house with the remaining bags.

“I told you but you never believe me!” He whined yet his expression turned to a warm one when the rest of your friends made their way inside. He embraced George and Lando into hugs before welcoming the rest of your friends giving Lando the chance to talk to you. 

“You look cold.” He smirked down at you. 

“Well believe it or not it is snowing outside.” You gave him a curious glance. “I know you aren’t the smartest on the grid but I thought you’d know that.”

“Oh I’m aware, just thought you’d be smart and wrap up warm.”

“I have!” You gestured to your jumper. 

“And yet you still look cold.” He teased. “Don’t worry I bought plenty of hoodies.” 

“Hate to break it to you Lando but my brother might kill you if he catches me wearing a McLaren hoodie with your name and number on it.”

“You never know.” He shrugged. “You look better in McLaren colour than you do in Williams.”

“How would you know?”

“Oh, shit…” The sudden tone of Alex grabbed everyone’s attention including yours and Landos, ripping the pair of you away from your conversation. “You know you said I’d forget something?” He currently held the fridge door open as he looked back at you. “Forgot to buy food as I decided to book a self-catering cabin…” 

“Well that’s fine, we passed a shop when we came here it’s not a long drive,” Lando replied. “I don’t mind driving back out to get things.” He looked over at you before he spoke again. “If someone wants to join me that is.”  

Alex wasn’t paying much attention to the way Lando looked at you and made a suggestion before he really thought it through. “Take y/n with you, She knows what we all like and what we don’t.” He looked between you both as you gave Lando a side-eye. 

“That’s fine by me.” Lando took his keys out of his pocket. “Ready?” 

“Let me grab my coat.” You knew if you left the shopping to Lando the lot of you would be eating crackers and crisps for the entirety of your stay. Lando headed out of the door with you by his side, opening the car door he allowed you to climb in before taking his seat. “Do me a favour Norris,” You spoke as he started the car up. “Don’t kill us by driving like an idiot.” 

“I drive for a living.” He slowly pulled out of the cabin driveway. “I think we’ll be fine.”

“You drive like an idiot for a living.” You sent him a look as he picked up speed. 

“Yeah but I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“For now.” 

“Look if we crash Alex would kill us.”

“No, he’ll kill you.” You smirked over at him earning a smile from Lando. 

“You may have a point there.” 

The pair of you drove in silence to the shop you’d past a while ago. Snow had started to fall as you two grabbed the bags from the boot and headed inside to grab what you needed. Lando grabbed one of the carts and followed closely behind you. Leading him through the store you started to pile all the necessities inside. 

“Has Alex always been protective of you?” Lando suddenly asked, breaking the silence the two of you had caused. 

“He’s my older brother of course he is.” You turned back to look at him. “Why’d you ask?” 

Lando shrugged before he replied. “He just seemed more laid back in the cabin.”

“He’s just more relaxed now he’s here. He’s had a stressful few months hence the getaway.” You grabbed a loaf of bread and placed it in the cart. “When he’s with Lily he’s more relaxed, think that’s one of the reasons why Mum and Dad love her so much, same for me really. When Alex is with her he seems to forget I exist and actually lets me do normal things.” 

“You know you’re allowed to be your own person, right?”

“Tell that to Alex.” You sent him another look. “I like that he’s protective. It makes me feel safe, especially in the garages but sometimes I just want to do things without his constant worrying or his watching eyes.” 

“And have you told him that?” 

“No, would make him cry.” You turned back to look at Lando once again. “Since when did this turn into a therapy session?”

“It’s more of a conversation starter.” He replied. “You’re a nice girl y/n, why wouldn’t I want to start a conversation with you?” 

“Don’t let Alex hear you say that -”

“You think he scares me?”

“Clearly not as you find every waking second as an excuse to talk to me.”

“And yet you seem to reply every single time.” 

“My parents taught me manners, Lando.” 

“So did mine.” He smirked over at you. “Hence why I’m always nice to you.” 

“That isn’t true.” A small smile tugged on your lips at the memory. “Remember when you got on the podium and you decided I was the perfect target to be attacked with champagne?” 

“If I remember rightly you were laughing at the whole ordeal.” 

“Couldn’t kill you in front of the press, could I?” Lando’s smile grew as you met his gaze again. “If that’s what you do when you get on a podium I hate to think what you’d do if you actually won a race.” 

“Well that’s something you’ve got to wait for but I’m sure you’ll be here to see it. I swear you live on the track.” 

“Of course I do.” You gave him a confused gaze. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“You and Alex are clearly close” 

“He stood up for me when I needed him the most. Ever since I was born Alex was protective and wanted nothing but the best for me.” You and Lando started to head towards the tills. “I can’t thank him enough for that.” 

“That’s sweet.” He gave you a warm look. “It seems like all you do is be around him though, can never seem to get you alone -”

“And why the sudden interest?”

“Certainly not a sudden interest.” He fired back. “Think you’ve known for a while that I’ve got a soft spot for the little Albon.” 

“Little Albon?” You snapped your head around to look at him. “You aren’t exactly tall or old yourself.” Your brows arched as you spoke. 

“Oh, I know.” He smirked. 

“Alex would kill you if he heard you speaking like this you know.”

“I’m not scared of him.” 

“That’s what Gasly said and he still ended up in a door.” 

“All Gasly wants is a cheap fuck -”

“Are you calling me cheap Norris?” Your words made his eyes widen in regret. 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Lando would always try and start up conversations with you. He’d do his best to flirt, mainly by slating other drivers who clearly had an eye for you however much like right now he’d always happened to make a comment and land himself into hot water. That was one thing you did like about Lando, in a matter of seconds he’d go from acting incredibly cocky to begging for your forgiveness. 

“Calm down Norris, I know you didn’t mean it like that.” You winked before paying for the food and heading back to your cabin. 

The night went on and you could continually feel the gaze of Lando Norris on you. You didn’t mind it really, Lando was an attractive guy and anyone would be flattered having someone like him take an interest in them. Slowly everyone started to filter out of the front room and headed off to bed after the long journey. You too headed off to one of the spare rooms only to find your friend Ben making himself comfortable. 

“Ben?” You called out to the blonde boy. “Aren’t you sharing with Sharon? You know… your girlfriend?” 

“Sorry y/n but she kicked me out and there’s no way I can sleep on that sofa with my shitty back.” He replied. “I may have made a joke about not wanting to marry her and now she doesn’t want me in the same room as her.” 

“Fantastic.” You muttered, grabbing your bag before heading back to the front room knowing Lando would have taken the last room and you’d rather him not catch on that you were on your own. Besides if Alex caught you walking in there you and Lando would find yourselves sleeping in the snow. 

Throwing yourself onto the sofa you propped yourself up to fix your gaze on the TV hoping it would bore you enough that you could fall asleep and forget the cold air that grazed your skin. After some time you felt your eyelids growing heavy and the familiar feeling of sleep started to take over your body when a sudden shadow made your heart jump. Sitting up with a sudden shot of panic through your veins you were met with the wide eyes of Lando Norris. 

“Fucking hell Lando you scared the shit out of me!” You glared at the boy who stood shirtless before you with a smirk. “What are you even doing in here?”

“I just came in to grab a drink.” He shrugged, casually striding to sit on the sofa you were laying on. “Could ask the same about you…”

You huffed before replying. “Ben’s girlfriend kicked him out of their bed because he made a stupid comment so he took my room and as you can probably guess there are no rooms left.”

“So you thought you’d get frostbite and sleep in here?” 

“That was the plan…” 

“Idiot…” He spoke with a smirk as he stood up and moved to pick you up. The British boy carried you in his arms bridal style as he walked to his room. “Christ you are cold…” His large hands squeezed your thighs slightly. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered. “Alex will kill us if he sees us!” Lando kicked the door open before setting you down on the edge of his bed. He planted his hands beside your sides, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours, his beautiful eyes pouring into yours. 

“When are you going to stop worrying about what your brother thinks?” His voice was smooth as you felt his hot breath against your lips. “You need to start living your own life rather than spending it in his shadow -”

“I don’t spend my life in his shadow -”

“Yeah?” He raised his hand and moved your hair from your face before he tucked it behind your ear. “Then why are you so reluctant to spend time with me?” 

“Always the centre of attention Norris.” Your brows arched. 

Lando let out a small laugh before he spoke. “Someone’s got to be.” 

He straightened himself up, looking down at you with the smirk still bright on his face before he took a few steps back to turn the main light off, his face only lit via the small lamp light next to his bed. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his chest and torso. You could never lie to yourself that Lando wasn’t attractive, he was stunning. He picked up on your staring immediately, if it was even possible his smirk grew wider. “Enjoying the view?” He moved over to his bags which were only half unpacked, pulling out a hoodie for you, one with his name clearly printed on the front and back. 

“Not much else to look at.” You gave him a look as he handed you the hoodie. 

“Put it on, you’ll be warmer.” 

Your eyes narrowed at his proposition but as much as you wanted to refuse it you knew you couldn’t, it was freezing. Lando climbed into bed, watching you get dressed in his clothes. “Think you should stop staring Lando.” 

“It looks good on you.” You glanced in the mirror as he spoke. 

“It does.” You spun on your heel to face him again before walking towards his bed. Lando held his arms out, clearly wanting you to fall into them but you ignored him as you got in the opposite side. 

“You’ll be cold on your own.” Lando reached over to the lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

“I have your hoodie I’ll be fine.” 

“You know to actually stay warm we’re supposed to be naked and excanage body heat.”

“I’m not that desperate.” You pulled the duvet around your body as you spoke which earnt you a whine from Lando. 

“You’re hogging the duvet.” 

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are!” Lando suddenly pulled the duvet from you, the force making you suddenly fall back further into the bed and closer to the Brit. “See!”

You didn’t say anything as you tried to regain what you’d lost and settle down for the night. Your mind drifts off to what Alex would say if he found out whose bed you were sleeping in but Lando did have a point, you needed to stop thinking about what Alex would think or if he would disagree with your actions. You were your own person who deserved to do what she pleased. 

“What’s on your mind?” He broke the silence. You turned around meeting his eyes in the dark room, your action taking him by surprise for a second. 

“You’re right.” 

“About what?” He arched his brows at your words. 

“Alex.” Huffing you continued. “I do think of him every single time I do something, if he’ll approve or if it’ll affect him. I never put myself first.” 

“Then you should learn to.” His tone was soft. “You’ll enjoy life a lot more.”

“Who says I don’t enjoy it already?” 

He laughed, getting closer to you as he spoke. “I never said you didn’t enjoy it as it is, I’m just saying there’s a lot more you’ll be able to enjoy when you put yourself first. I’m not saying you disregard his feelings -”

“I get what you’re saying, Lando.” Smiling you shut your eyes, the wave of tiredness taking over you. “Thank you.” 

“See y/n,” He settled, following your actions. “I do have some sense.” 

“Shame you don’t use it.” 

—

The next morning you opened your eyes to feel the strong grip of Lando around your waist. In the night the pair of you had managed to find your way into one another arms and clearly stayed like that throughout the night. Your head was buried in the crook of his neck and your right thigh was hooked over his waist. You tried to move slightly, hoping to leave before he woke up and realised what position the two of you were in but his grip on your waist suddenly tightened, not allowing you to leave. 

“Not trying to run away after I kept you warm all night, are you?” He looked down at you, his floppy brown hair laying in front of his eyes. 

Reaching your hand up you pushed your fingers through his hair before replying. “If anyone sees -”

Lando quickly pushed himself up and threw you down onto the bed underneath him. Propping himself up with his hands by the sides of your head he pouted. “What happened to the y/n I spoke to last night? The one that wanted to do things for herself?” 

“Lando they’ll kill you and ruin the trip if they catch us -”

“You think I’m afraid of what Alex has to say to me?”

“I’m his sister -”

“I know but I don’t care.” His head fell further towards yours. “I really don’t y/n… he can hate me for what I’m about to do but I know you won’t.” 

“What are you -” 

Lando cut you off by planting his lips onto yours, his body lowering onto yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupped your jaw as he nipped down on your bottom lip. For a second you hesitated but that didn’t make Lando back down, he knew you wanted this as much as he did. You kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to you. The pair of you continued to deepen the act until you eventually pulled apart, gazing at one another with heavy breaths. The pair of you didn’t need to utter a word to know this had to be kept a secret, something Lando agreed with surprisingly.

Alex didn’t know, until now. 

“Be careful today.” You were sat in Lando’s driver's room, watching as he got ready for his race. 

Today was the Singapore Grand Prix and you’d managed to sneak off to see Lando, lying to Alex but thankfully Lily was around so hopefully, you’d get away with it. You and Lando had been dating for four months now and you knew you had to tell Alex soon. It was something you wanted to never think about when you were with Lando, never wanting your brother to tear the two of you apart. You’d tried to push that thought at the back of your mind as Lando spoke. 

“You know I will be.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on your lips. He looked down at you as he pulled away, frowning at your gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to tell him.” 

“We will… look Alex loves me.” Lando’s cocky smile spread onto his lips. “And he loves you so basically if you put that together he’ll love the idea of us being together.”

“Or he’ll hate it -”

“So negative y/n…” He leant down again, this time he kissed you for longer, his hand cupping your jaw as he pulled you closer to him. His knees kicked your legs apart so his body could touch yours. You moaned at his actions which just made Lando smirk into the kiss as he deepened it, never wanting the moment to end.

Whilst you and Lando were having your moment Alex was making a discovery whilst he got ready for the race. He and Lily were also in his driver’s room but not doing the same as you and Lando. 

“She’s been getting that drink for a while…” Alex trailed off, looking at Lily as he zipped up his suit. “Maybe I should get someone to go and find her -”

“She’s an adult Alex,” Lily replied. “She probably just ended up bumping into someone. She knows a lot of people here, maybe Max’s mum saw her, or maybe Daniel’s nephew, he’d always liked her -”

“She has a drink in her bag.” Alex huffed. “She always carries water.” He stalked over to your bag which was sitting beside his helmet. Snatching the small black backpack he unzipped it and pulled out a bottle of water and held it towards Lily. “See!”

“She might’ve not wanted water, just text her Alex -” Lily tried to reason with him. Lily and you adored one another and she knew how protective Alex could be. Throughout their relationship, she’d tried to get him to ease off his big brother duties, even for just a second but Alex never faltered. 

“I’m going to go find her, I’ve got time…” Alex slowly stopped his words as he opened your bag wider to throw the water inside. His eyes widened at the sight before him, setting the water down he reached his hand inside, his actions catching Lily’s attention. 

“What?” Her gaze narrowed as her boyfriend pulled out a small polaroid. He spun it around so she could see what he was looking at. The photo showed Lando kissing your cheek as you wore one of his hoodies, a small hickey making an appearance on your neck, something you’d clearly covered up when Alex was around. Lily watched as Alex set the bag aside and without a word he spun on his heel and headed outside to the McLaren driver's room, still holding the photo in his hand. “Alex -”

“Don’t Lily,” Alex spoke, not looking at her as he stormed off. 

“Alex please just think about what you’re doing -”

“That’s my sister!” He spun around to face her, holding the photo out. “And that’s my friend kissing her…” His face was full of hurt as he stepped away again. Lily knew she’d defend you but she also knew how Alex must have felt knowing his own sister lied to him. 

Your hand was now in Lando’s hair, the kiss deepening with every second when the door suddenly opened and an angry Alex stepped into the room. Lando quickly jumped back, snapping his head around to meet his friend’s eye. Lily was close behind him, her eyes meeting yours with a regrettable look, knowing what was about to happen. 

“Do you two want to explain or are you going to continue to lie?” Alex now shifted his gaze to look between the two of you rather than focusing just on Lando. 

“Alex, mate please calm down -” Lando spoke. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down! You’re my friend and you’ve been dating my sister behind my back!” 

“It’s not like we wanted to.” Your hand found Lando’s as you joined in. “I was scared how you’d react -”

“And you think I’d react better if you just lied to me?” 

“Mate don’t take it out on her. I was the one that made her lie, I was afraid to tell you, not her. y/n wanted to tell you after a month but I said no, I was scared. I hid everything from you.” Your eyes jumped to Lando as he spoke. His words weren’t true, it was the opposite. He was prepared to tell Alex but you were the one who’d been afraid to tell your brother. “I love her and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to break you two apart but I can’t help my feelings.” 

Alex took a deep breath before looking at you. “Can we talk? Just you and me?” 

You nodded, squeezing Lando’s hand as a silent way to let him know that everything would be okay. He added the pressure back before he and Lily left the room. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” He called to you before shutting the door, leaving you and your brother alone. 

For a moment you were both silent. He threw the photo on the table you were still sitting on before running a hand through his hair. “When did it all start?”

“The day we went away at the beginning of the season. Ben took the last room and well… Lando didn’t want me to freeze on the sofa.” 

Alex nodded before asking another question. “So like four months now, right?”

“Yes…”

“And what Lando said was true?” 

You hesitated for a second on this question. Lando had lied to Alex about the reasons why the two of you had kept it quiet for so long and you knew if you told Alex that Lando had lied to him again then he’d never forgive you. “Yes…”

“And do you love him?”

“Of course I do Alex. At first, I thought he was a cocky little shit and he still is that but there’s more to him than that. He surprises me with gifts, he makes me feel safe, he plans all the dates we go on, he just makes me feel comfortable when we’re together and I love him, Alex. I can’t help who I fall for and I know you’d rather see me with anyone else but him -”

“I don’t hate him you know…” He cut you off. “I just wish it wasn’t him…” Alex made his way towards you as you jumped off the table. “Why didn’t you tell me y/n, we trust one another, don’t we?”

“Of course we do Alex. We’ve been close ever since we were kids but Lando was the one who was scared and I love him so I respected his wishes. I know you’d do the same for Lily.” 

He knew you were right, he would do the same for Lily and if you loved Lando like he loved Lily he knew he could warm up to the thought of you two being together, it would just take time. He also knew he could never stay mad at you for very long. Even that one time when you were kids and you accidentally set his favourite toy car on fire, he didn’t stay mad for long. Without uttering a word Alex pulled you into a hug, although this wouldn’t be over instantly he wanted to put your mind at ease. 

Alex stepped back, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. “Lando!” Alex called out. The brunette quickly opened the door, poking his head around the door before he shuffled inside. He awkwardly looked over to you and then back to Alex, hoping to see the two of you make up. Alex walked towards the door, his eyes fixed on Lando. “Now you know I’m not the type to cause any fights or conflict for that matter but if you happen to make my sister cry or just upset her in any way I’ll make sure McLaren replaces you next.” Shoving Lando slightly he left the room, leaving you and Lando alone. 

“Why did you lie?” You spoke to your boyfriend, knowing Alex would have left with Lily. 

“Why?” Lando asked as he strode towards you, a smile on his lips as his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Because I know how much Alex means to you and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to break the two of you apart. I love you and if I have to lie to make sure you and Alex don’t argue then that’s what I’ll do, it’s what you do when you’re in love.” 

You leant up and took his lips into yours. Your hand were resting on his chest as you lightly tugged on his race suit, pulling you closer to him before pulling back to speak. “Thank you.” 

“Anything for you y/n, even if Alex hates me for a while…”

“I can live with that, he’ll get over it.” 

“He’s going to have to.” Lando mirrored the gleaming smile on your face as he kissed you again. 

It may have taken time for Alex to forgive the two of you for keeping your secret from him but seeing his sister happy, even if it was with Lando Norris, made it all worth it. 

I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM, HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH

Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 2

Read Part One here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, thigh riding, some overstimulation, Mick being cocky, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.3K

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Once more wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Every bone in your body told you to push him away but the slightest touch got you high, the addiction to his body came rushing back and you wanted nothing more than to scream his name whilst he ruined every inch of you. But this season was different, you needed to win this championship and falling into the hands of Mick wouldn’t aid you in any way.

“I’m not doing this.” You tried to shuffle way to the side but his hand pressed against the lift door, trapping you between the door and his body. 

“No one needs to know…”

“You think Max won’t find out?” Arching your brows, you attempted to puff your chest out in front of him, trying to assert some dominance between you, but that only made his ego grow. 

“Only because you’ll tell him.”

“He guessed last time -”

“And you think I’m going to lose sleep over Verstappen?”

“He’s a better driver than you -”

“Not until I win this year, then we’ll be even.”

“You aren’t winning this year Schumacher.”

“You want to bet on it?” A smirk danced on his lips as he straightened himself up, towering over you, his eyes raking over your body before speaking. “Every race you win, I’ll leave you alone but every race I win…” His head dipped down so his lips could meet your ear. “You’ll be in my room screaming my name…”

“And why would I agree to that?” 

“Because if Miss Redbull is so sure she’s going to win this season then you’ll surely win more races than I will, won’t you?”

He had a point… to an extent, if you were going to win this season then you would need to win most races in order to get the most points but falling back into his arms would start something the two of you knew would be hard to finish. 

Mick broke your thoughts as he spoke again. “But then again if you aren’t confident enough and you really are as slow as last season then I guess you’ll say -”

“You’ve got a deal, Schumacher.” You cut him off rather abruptly, getting fed up with his attitude. 

Was it a stupid idea? Yes. But would it get him to leave you alone? Yes. Although you knew it would take a lot for Mick to forget about your little deal you were adamant you could avoid him like the plague just to avoid his end of the deal. 

“Yeah?” He cocked his head to the side, his smirk growing with pride at your words. “You think you can handle that?”

“I drive a car around a track at speeds that could kill anyone in an instant, there’s not much I can’t handle.” Shoving Mick’s body away from you which he allowed. “And considering I won today that means you need to leave me alone.” 

Mick held his hands up in surrender as he moved back further to allow you out of the lift. “You win y/l/n… just wait until Saudi Arabia.” 

“We’ll see Schumacher.” Your gaze was fixated on him as you backed away from the lift and headed down the corridor to your room, your mind filled with the interaction with Mick. 

Max would kill you if he found out. 

—

Mick was wrong about Saudi Arabia, he ended up getting caught up with Lando Norris and never finished the race, meanwhile, you and Max both finished on pole, you in P1 and himself in P2. It may only be the second race into the season but you and your Red Bull family always celebrated as if it was the last. Part of you happened to celebrate that little bit more knowing you wouldn’t be moaning Mick’s name that night but things didn’t stay plain sailing. 

You and the other drivers were in Australia, the Grand Prix taking place in a mere few minutes. Horner was giving you and Max a final small ted talk for the race ahead. After Mick’s dnf and yours and Max’s pole it set the pair of you off to a good start to the season, unlike a few seasons ago where you and Max failed to get on pole until a few races in. 

Whilst Christian spoke you felt eyes burning on your skin and as much as you tried to ignore the feeling of someone watching you couldn’t help but notice a bright red race suit looming just outside the garage. A quick glance over Christians' shoulder confirmed your thoughts, Mick was staring straight at you with the same expression he held during that night in the lift. When he felt you watching him for long enough he raised his hand and gave you a light wave. The fucked knew what he was doing. It was simple but effective, he wanted to get in your head, and distract you from winning with thoughts of himself.

“Ignore him.” Max had clearly caught on to your lingering eyes before anyone else could. 

“I’m trying.” Through gritted teeth, you spoke back. 

“Try harder.” Tough love was Max’s solution but it always proved worthy. “Don’t throw away your chance of a championship for a moment with Daddy's money.”

“Did you forget you also got here from Daddy's money?”

Max looked down at you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered back. “Bit different, my dad was shit at racing, his dad wasn’t… besides he was still richer than my dad.” 

“You two understand that?” Christian caught your attention, his eyes shifting between the two of you as he awaited a response. 

“Yes.” You both spoke in unison, sparing a glance at one another before shifting away to get into your cars. 

Despite Max’s words, your mind was swarmed with the thought of Mick. Even though you regretted the deal you’d agreed to you couldn’t help but remember those times you’d spent with Mick and how good it felt, the pair of you acted like a couple rather than two people who just slept together. Mick introduced you to his family, you spent time riding around his ranch with his sister and Mick even opened up to you about his dad to you. but happiness could never last. The day Mick broke everything off it left you heartbroken. But you weren’t the only one who felt like that. 

You were starting on pole, P2 to be exact. Mick was in front of you and Max was behind you. A good start was all that you needed, with that you’d be able to cut Mick off and with Red Bull’s tactics it would mean you would be able to keep a good distance between you both but Mick had other plans. After the deal was sealed he wanted nothing more than to win and watch the realisation on your face when you knew you’d be spending the night screaming his name like you used to. Even if he had to play dirty to get it, he would because he knew with his last name he could get away with it. 

The formation lap was completed and the familiar red car belonging to Mick was just inches before you. “And it’s lights out and away we go!” The lights changed and everyone set off. The perfect start you needed was the one you got. Before the first corner, the two of you were fighting for the spot of P1 and neither of you wanted to back down first. 

The first few laps were clean but it wasn’t going to stay that way. On the fifteenth lap; Mick edged forward slightly on the second turning but quickly turned on you ever so lightly, clipping your car just enough to send you off the track and into the wall. It wasn’t a heavy crash but it was enough to end your hopes of winning the Australian Grand Prix. 

“Fucks sake!” You screamed down the radio, slamming your hands on the wheel. 

“Are you okay?” The concerned voice of your engineer filled your ears. 

“I’m fine but the car isn’t.” He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at your words before he continued the conversation. 

“We’re all glad you’re okay. The track is safe for you to leave the car-”

“What about Schumacher?” You spat. “The prick pushed me off the track on purpose!”

“Christian is filing a report now-” 

“How close is Max to him?”

“Few seconds behind-”

“Make sure he laps the twat.” You clambered out of the car, throwing your gloves down with a huff. You hated the idea of going back to the garages and having to talk to the media about what had happened. One thing Max taught you when you first joined was to be careful with the media. He’d landed himself in a fair few troubles in the past with the press and that’s something he never wanted you to fall into. 

After a quick examination at the media tent, you headed back to the Red Bull garage to watch the rest of the race. Max had finished in P2 and much to your disgust, Mick had finished in P1. Knowing what was to come you didn’t dare watch him celebrate on the podium, at that point you’d rather be hounded by the media. 

“Marina? I’m going for interviews.” You called to Red Bull’s head of media. She was always there to make sure you and Max didn’t let anything stupid slip or in Max’s case, not punch the reporter. 

“You really want to head off there now?” She asked, grabbing her kit as you watched. “We can always avoid them for a few more hours.” 

“I’d rather get this done with so I can just eat my weight away in hotel food.” You replied. “Besides I’d rather not see Mick in the media pen.” 

“Understandable.” She pulled you into a side hug and she gave you a warm smile before leaving the garages. 

Meanwhile, Mick was basking in the glory of winning his first race of the season, not to mention he would receive his end of the deal. As the German national anthem took over his hearing he couldn’t help but scan the crowd below him in an attempt to find you but to now avail he couldn’t see you. He wasn’t sure why but his heart sank slightly at the lack of your presence at the podium but he had no time to mourn with the sudden cold sensation of champagne hitting his skin. 

“y/n firstly we hope you’re okay after that minor crash.” The interviewer for Sky spoke. 

“Thank you, I can assure you I’ve been checked over and I’m fine.”

“That’s all that we can hope for in this sport. Can you talk us through what happened?” 

You had to word things wisely but your anger for Mick was bubbling inside you. “He didn’t leave the space needed, he cut me off and I went into the wall. I think he should’ve received a penalty for what he did. I was lucky the two of us weren’t going at a faster speed which could have left me in a dire state but it’s amazing what you can get away with when you have a last name like his.” 

“Do you think you were treated unfairly by the FIA?”

“I guess we’ll see by the next race, there’s always time for a penalty.” 

“You’re still leading the driver's Championship, is that weighing on your mind?”

“It’s easy to jump the boat when things start to go well but you have to stay humble and not allow yourself to get too cocky.” 

“That’s a very strong mindset.” 

“You learn a lot when you drive alongside a World Champion.” You flashed a smile. 

“Thank you very much y/n, we’re glad you’re okay.” 

“Thank you.” Giving her one last nod you backed away, turning to face Marina. “How was that?”

“I would have avoided blaming the FIA for everything or calling Mick out but other than that it went better than expected.” Her smile matched yours. “You can head off to the hotel now, I’ll tell Max you weren’t feeling too well and just wanted to sleep.” 

“Thank you, I owe you one Marina.” If there was one person Max would listen to it was you and Marina, if she told him you didn’t want to see him then he wouldn’t dare knock on your door. All he’d do is send a simple text checking up on you and then he’d leave you be unless you asked for him. 

You lay on your bed, your race suit hanging off your waist as you scrolled through social media, the only sound filling your ears came from the hotel television. Your parents and a few friends of yours had messaged you about the race, always making sure you were okay. 

One thing that you always envied about the other drivers was how often their families would come and watch their races. Sure you had a good relationship with your parents but they were a humble couple and despite your success, they refused to give up their jobs, they always told you it was your success so you deserved to keep it but the truth was you wouldn’t be here without them. That was something you wish you’d never lost when it came to Mick. His family became yours, his mother and sister would always cheer your name when you finished your races and now the pair would just smile and send you a small wave. Sometimes Gina or his Mum would approach you for a short conversation, not caring about the rivalry you and Mick clearly had. 

Huffing you threw your phone to the side, deciding it was time to change and shower but a harsh knock at your door caused your head to snap towards the sound of the noise. “Max I told you I’m fine!” You called out to the door, thinking the brunette was trying his luck after you told him to leave you be but the knock didn’t stop. “Max I told you -” Swinging the door open you weren’t met with the kind eyes of Max Verstappen but the lustful ones of Mick Schumacher. 

“Y/n -”

“You fucking cheated today Schumacher!” Raising your hands you shoved his chest, pushing him lightly. 

“Cheated?” Scoffing he acted like he hadn’t done a thing. “That’s called driving love -”

Your voice raised as you cut him off. “Driving? You can’t even do that right! Did you get Mummy and Daddy to pay off the FIA again?” 

Mick lunged forward pushing his way into your hotel room enough that he could slam the door shut behind him, locking the two of you in. “You’ve still got a loud mouth on you y/n -”

“Shut -” Mick grabbed your waist and shoved you against the wall, one hand coming up to behind your head so you didn’t hurt yourself. You noticed his actions, a small warm glimmer of affection sprouted in your stomach but your face pushed that feeling away, never wanting Mick to have his ego blown up even more. 

“You need to be quiet, you know what’ll happen if someone hears.” 

“Oh god forbid someone was to find out we were together.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” His eyes bore into yours as he spoke. “You and I both know the media latch onto you more than me.” He had a point. The media always treated female drivers differently than men, always putting them down or jumping to write the most appalling headlines about them. 

“Fair point but why would you care?”

“Oh come on now y/l/n do you really think I still don’t look out for you?”

“Is that why you caused me to crash today?”

“It’s everyone for themselves out on that track, just because we have teammates doesn’t mean we play as a team. We work as a team to get points but do you think I’d just let Leclerc win a race because I want to be nice? Come on… would you let Max win just because he’s your teammate? We both know he wouldn’t just let you win because you two drive for the same team.” 

“Then you clearly don’t know Max.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me,” He dipped his head lower, both his hands on either side of the wall. “When did Max Verstappen let you win?” 

“Last season Silverstone, when I won it put me miles ahead of you. He knew how much I wanted to win so we played as a team, I did the same for him the season before, holding off Leclerc so he could win in France.” Mick looked taken back a little at your words. “Anything to add to that Schumacher?” 

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ as the words left his mouth. 

Changing the subject you eyed the blonde boy before you. “Why are you here?”

“You know why I’m here.” 

“Oh did the FIA finally ban you?” 

Mick rolled his eyes, leaning down further so his lips ghosted yours. “I came for my end of the deal…”

“And here's me thinking you wanted to apologise for what you did.” 

“I’ll make it up to you but I am sorry…” His lips moved to your neck, as a light kiss met your skin. Instintacvily you allowed your head to fall back which allowed Mick to get as close as he wished. “But I know you want it…” 

“You don’t know shit, Schumacher…”

“Yeah?” He raised his head from your neck before letting his forehead rest on yours. “You know you could push me away but you haven’t.” 

“I’m aware.” Your voice came out as a whisper as Mick lowered his lips down to yours but he didn’t connect his lips with yours. 

“God I’ve missed you…” His lips ghosted yours as he whispered back. 

“You cut what we had off…” 

“Like I said… I have my regrets… now stop talking.”

“You can’t tell me what to -” Mick finally put his lips onto yours, kissing you for the first time in over a year. Everything felt like it did when the two of you last shared a moment together, it was almost like the two of you had never been apart. Mick’s hands trailed down to the back of your thighs as he continued to deepen the kiss. His hands gripped your skin, tugging your body closer to him. 

“Jump.” He instructed. Wrapping your arms around his neck you allowed him to lift your legs as you jumped and latched your legs around him. Mick pulled away from the wall and lightly stepped towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. 

Every bone in your body told you this was a bad idea and that you should have never agreed to Mick’s deal. It was a stupid thing to do but in the moment you just wanted to enjoy your victory, never thinking of the consequences of your actions. But it was just a shitty deal that would last until the end of the season, right? You and Max would win far more races than Mick ever would… wouldn’t you?

Placing you on the bed Mick knelt between your legs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your flushed face connect the dots as to what the two of you were doing. “You look surprised -”

“Suprised I haven’t called Max -”

“I didn’t know you were into that.” He arched his brow before speaking. “But I’d prefer you to myself -”

“Shame Gasly fucks me better.”

“Does he now?” Mick’s hand slithered down your thermals, pushing the bottom half of your race suit down. You tried to shut your legs to stop his actions but Mick was already one step ahead. He pushed your legs apart with his knee before leaning down so his lips met yours. “You’re a bad liar y/n… I know he’s never fucked you… you wouldn’t stoop as low as him.”

“Stooped low and went for you didn’t I?”

“You’re such a brat.” Mick pulled your race suit clean off, leaving you in your fireproof thermals. His lips attached themself to your neck, tugging at the skin which made you let out a soft suppressed moan. One hand propped him up whilst the other moved under your shirt and past your bra. Mick pushed the fabric of your sports bra up towards your chest before dragging himself away from your neck and pulling your fireproofs and bra off. “God I’ve missed this…” Mick latched his lips onto your skin like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

“Mick…” Your voice was low as his name fell from your mouth. 

“Louder…” He demanded as his mouth found your right nipple whilst his hand moved to your left boob, tugging and playing with the bud between his fingers. 

“You haven’t given me anything to be louder about.” You knew your words would anger him and you knew they’d have consequences but after all this time deep down you wanted to know if he’d still react the way he used to, needless to say, you were about to find out. 

Mick’s head snapped up from your chest, his eyes darkening at your suggestive words. “You never learn do you?” He knelt in between your legs, his hands now lingering at your waist as he slowly took a grip on the last of your fireproofs. “You never could keep your mouth shut.” As he spoke he pulled them down your legs and threw them onto your hotel floor, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. “And your words always had consequences, didn’t they?” As he finished talking Mick leaned down so his face was just inches away from yours. You could feel his breath against your face as you waited for him to lant his lips onto yours but he never did. He flipped the two of you around, his hands gripping your waist as you straddled him whilst your hands pressed into his shoulders to steady yourself. 

Mick pressed his clothed hips into your bare ones. You could feel his hard-on through his joggers as he slowly started to move his hand to your clit. Mick took his thumb and slowly started to tease you whilst his other hand gripped onto your hips, pulling you down onto his dick whilst he thrust up. 

“You want something to be loud about?” He added pressure to your clit, his eyes lighting up at the way pleasure slowly started to take over your body. You hated the way you fell back into Mick’s hands so easily. Every inch of you begged you not to let it get this far but he felt so good, if there was one thing you knew you and Mick could both agree on was that he knew your body better than anyone and no matter how many years passed, he always knew what he was doing. 

Your body reacted to his actions, slowly grinding on him as he continued to toy with your clit. Rubbing circles on your skin he started to speed up and added more pressure as he watched you quicken your pace on his dick. Light moans filled his ears as you felt the slow rise in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm approached. Mick knew you were close so he sped up his actions, keeping up a steady pace. 

“Mick… I’m gonna cum -” Just as you spoke those words Mick took his hand away from your clit, a sly smirk on his lips as the realisation on your face grew. “Why did you stop?”

“Make yourself cum.”

“What?”

“Make yourself cum.” He repeated. “You wanted something to be loud about so I’m giving you something, the last time you got yourself off on my thigh your moans filled the hotel room.”

“And?”

“And you were loud and since you want to be loud now then go ahead.” 

Your gaze narrowed at his words. “And who says I want to get off?” 

Mick grabbed your hips before grinding them into his. A surprised moan filled the room as you gripped his chest. “Don’t lie to me y/n we both know all you want to do right now is to cum over my thigh.” Mick unfortunately had a point. The last time you rode his thigh you came hard, leaving a stain on his jeans and now you wanted to do the same with his joggers. 

Sleeping with him once more wouldn’t hurt… would it?

Shifting in his lap you straddled his thigh, your hands still gripping his chest as you lower yourself down before slowly pressing your clit to his joggers. Your light actions teased him more than he wanted to let on. His hands ran up your skin before pushing your hair behind your ear. Mick’s eyes bored into yours as he raised his thigh to your core, his hand once pushing your hair behind your ear now cupping your jaw. Mick pulled your lips onto his as you began to move on his thigh. 

Moaning into his mouth your pace began to quicken as Mick deepened the kiss. His free hand would occasionally slap your ass which only made grind against his thigh harder. Tugging at your bottom lip the blonde pulled away for a second, looking down at the thigh you were currently riding. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” His hand now ran down to your boobs, pinching your nipple before he spoke again. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Please Mick…”

“Please what?” He acted oblivious to your begging. “Use your words…”

“Please can I cum?” 

A low laugh came from his lips. “After all this time you still ask me for permission… always so good for me.” He planted a light kiss on your lips. “You can cum.” 

A breath of relief filled the air before your moans started to take over. You started to speed up, your nails leaving light marks through Mick’s shirt as your high started to wash over you. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, moaning as you finished on his thigh. 

“Good girl…” He praised you as you came. He guided your head away from his neck, watching as you came down from your high. “Think you can handle one more?” His eyes searched yours. 

“Yes.” 

Mick kissed you again, slowly flipping the two of you before he started to discard his clothes. “You know I want nothing more than to feel your mouth around me,” You watched as his cock hit his stomach and as his words continued. “But that can wait till next time -”

“Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”

“You think I won’t win more races?” He lined himself up with your entrance as he spoke, his dick teasing you with every second that passed. “We both know you’ll have another DNF this season.” 

“Is that you trying to say you’re going to cheat me out of another win?” 

Mick didn’t reply with words, only actions. He slammed himself into you, and he let out a low groan at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Guess we’ll have to find out.” He finally replied before pulling out and slamming himself back into you. 

He kept a steady pace, one hand cupping your jaw as the other one played with your clit. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip before he parted your lips with it. You took the hit and took his thumb into your mouth, your gaze never breaking his as you did so. Mick moaned before slamming into you harder. “If you aren’t careful I’ll pull out and fuck your mouth.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“I’ll fuck your mouth next time, at least then you’ll keep quiet.” 

You went to retaliate to his words but Mick’s thumb started to speed up on your clit. The sensation of his hips slamming into yours and the pressure on your clit only made you moan louder. You tried to suppress your moans, knowing Max and a few other staff members had rooms nearby but Mick’s actions made it hard. 

“Fuck…” You moaned as the familiar sensation in your stomach started to grow. “Mick -”

“Don’t cum until I say.” Mick could feel you getting close but he wanted to cum with you. 

“Please…” Your head fell back against the pillows but Mick moved his hand behind your head, taking a fistful of your hair and forcing you to look at him. 

“Don’t you dare look away.” His thrusts started to slow as he felt himself growing close. “I want you to look at me when you cum, understand?” 

“Yes…” You hated how submissive you turned when he spoke to you but who wouldn’t crumble under Mick Schumacher? ‘

“That’s my girl.” His head fell back with a moan as he moved your leg to hook around his waist, giving him a new angle as he fucked you harder. “Cum with me.” 

Mick let his head fall forward, his face inches from yours as the two of you met one another gaze as you both reached your high. Mick came inside you, his body falling on top of yours as he felt you pulse around him. The room filled with your heavy breaths, the two of you coming down from something you thought would never happen. 

Eventually Mick propped himself up, and a thin layer of sweat glistened across his forehead as his eyes met yours again. Without a word being shared, he took your lips into his, unlike the start of your night together this kiss was slow and loving. He longed the kiss out for as long as he could before pulling away for air. 

You expected Mick to grab his clothes and leave, he’d gotten his end of the deal but his actions were the opposite of your thoughts. Mick walked towards your bathroom and grabbed a damp cloth before walking back over to you. Gently pulling your legs apart he cleaned the mess he’d made. “Sit up.” His words weren’t demanding but instead guiding. Discarding the cloth he grabbed his shirt and slowly put it over your body. He planted a kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his lips before he moved over to grab fresh underwear for you. “Can I?” He asked as he sat between your legs, waiting for your reply. 

“Yes.” You whispered to him. Mick treated you as if you were made of glass, taking care of every single inch of you as he helped you get dressed. When he knew you were comfortable he dressed himself in just his boxers and climbed back into bed with you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was sweet as he spoke. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. 

“I’m fine, are you?”

“Course I am. Just needed to make sure I didn’t go too hard.”

“I thought you were rather weak Schumacher.”

“Oh yeah?” He looked down at you. “I always told you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.”

“It’s kept me out of it.”

“Just wait till I get you to myself again.”

But it was just a one-time thing… but would it be so bad if you fell into his arms again?

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Best Friends Brother - Charles Leclerc x reader - Part 2

Read Part One here

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary: You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one-night stand can hold a lifetime of regret.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 3.5K

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Arthur followed through with his promise and came to see you in England. The pair of you fell into one another's arms, tears streaming down your faces as the two of you rekindled your friendship and he stepped up to the role of Rowan’s uncle. Arthur always made sure you and Charles had time to yourselves which ultimately meant Rowan started to favour him over you both.

Charles picked up his life in Monaco and moved to England to be with you, his son… and the dog. He adapted to being a dad naturally, anyone would have thought he’d always been by your side through it all. He also made you a promise that he’d take you out for dates every week, that way the two of you got a break from Rowan and finally got time alone, then again the last time the two of you spent a night alone ended up with an unexpected stowaway. 

The pair of you had now been together for over a year, your son was now one and you agreed to something Charles had always begged you for, flying to Formula 1 so his son could watch him race. Flying back to Monaco was something you never thought you’d ever do again but for him, it was worth it. Charles rarely flew on his own, normally he and the rest of the grid apart from Max would all fly together but he wanted nothing more than to just relax with his family. 

You were sat in one of the chairs, Rowan laying on your chest as he tried to fall asleep having just eaten. He was much bigger than he was when Charles came back into his life, the only bonus was that he was sleeping through the night better. 

“I’ll take him, love.” Charles held his hands out for you. Obliging you handed Rowan to him, a small grin on your lips as you watched Charles’ face light up as he held his son. “God he’s getting big now.”

“He’ll start talking soon.”

“Don’t think I’m ready for that.” He sat opposite you, Rowan now clutching the collar of his shirt as he drifted off to sleep. “I just want him to stay small.” 

“It flies by but I won’t miss him waking us up during the middle of the night.” 

“I think I’ll miss all of it.” Charles planted a kiss on Rowan's forehead. “Apart from changing his nappy.” 

“You’ll still have to do that for now.” You replied, the pair of you sharing a light laugh. 

“Do you want another?” Charles suddenly asked. 

“Not yet.” You replied. 

He smiled at your response before he replied. “I’d like a daughter next.” His soft eyes met yours. “Obviously not yet but maybe when Rowan gets older and the two of us can finally get some decent sleep.” 

“That means you’ll be around for the pregnancy and that isn’t easy.” 

“You won’t have to do a thing when I’m around.” 

“I’ll hold you to that Leclerc.” 

Charles had successfully qualified on pole for his home race, something he was considerably pleased about but also something he was incredibly worried about. The curse of his home race haunted him every time he looked at the track. Whether Ferarri messed up his strategy or found himself lodged into a wall, Charles could never finish the race. But this year he hoped for it to be different. 

He was currently waiting in the Ferarri garage for the race to begin, Rowan on his lap as he looked at the bright red car before him. You’d dressed your son in Ferarri merchandise, specifically a shirt with his dad’s number on it.

Rowan made grabby hands and started to make noises at the car before him. Holding him close Charles stood up and moved towards the car. He smiled as the small boy grabbed the side of the car, giggling as he did so. With a gleaming smile on his lips, Charles climbed into the car and held his son close to him. Rowan couldn’t hold his laughter as he grabbed onto everything around him. 

“Think we might have another racing driver in the family,” Charles announced as he laughed at his son. You mirrored his actions, your heart always melted at the sight of him with Rowan. He took to being a Dad so naturally, from the moment he came back into your life he took to Rowan so effortlessly and acted as if the two of you had been dating for years. 

Charles tried to enjoy the moment with him but his mind was racing with worried thoughts. “Don’t look so worried Char.” You spoke up, watching as Charles only smiled when Rowan looked back at him. “Not finishing in P1 won’t be the end of the world.” 

The brunette let his eyes fall on you. “I know but it’s my home race, the rest of the drivers have won theirs, I just want to win mine.” 

“And you will.” You stepped over to him, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“And if I don’t?”

“If you keep believing that you won’t win it then you won’t.” 

As Charles went to reply but one of the mechanics told him it was time for him to make his way to the track. He held Rowan out for you to take before sharing one last kiss before he got his helmet on and braced himself for the race of his life. 

Rowan and you sat watching him inside the garages. Rowan had a pair of Ferarri headphones to block out the noise as he watched his father race. Every time the car appeared on the screen Rowan let out a giggle, his tiny hands pointing to the screen. Everyone in the garages loved him, Daniel wouldn’t stop bothering him when he saw the three of you in the hotel… at least you knew you always had a spare babysitter in him if needed. 

Every single time Charles approached a corner your heart stopped but he was okay. The man was going to send you into cardiac arrest every time he sped up around a sharp bend but he was fine, even when Max was breathing down his neck. Both you and Charles felt every single second of that race but he was across the finish line with only lapped cars in front of him. For the first time in his career, he’d won his home race and both the love of his life and son were there to witness it. 

The only time you’d ever seen Charles this happy was when he saw you in the woods with Rowan and the dog a year ago. Leaping out of his car he hurled himself towards you as he threw his helmet aside. Cupping your jaw Charles pulled your lips onto his whilst his hands held you as close to him as you could get. He deepened the kiss slightly but unfortunately had to pull away sooner than he would’ve liked. 

“Everything is perfect.” His eyes met yours as he spoke before being dragged away for the celebrations. You’d never been prouder of him, it was a moment you wished you could’ve frozen in time for you all to look back on. 

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Formula 1 had ended for the season and now in the cold English weather, Charles was taking you both to a restaurant just outside the village whilst Arthur came and babysat. He was dressed in a smart black suit paired with a red tie whilst you adorned a stunning slip dress that Charles had bought you for Christmas.

“Right you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Charles had cornered Arthur in your living room whilst you finished settling your son down. 

“I’ve looked after him a million times, it’ll be fine.” Arthur shrugged his brother off as he watched you rock the child into an easy slumber. “Besides he’s asleep, hopefully, he’ll stay like that until the two of you come back and you two can deal with the screaming child all night.” 

“It’ll be Charles dealing with him and besides he doesn’t scream like he used to but he he does then Charles can deal with him seeing that he’s the one on holiday.” Referencing the winter break you stepped towards the brothers. “He’ll be fine anyway, he’ll need to be changed and he may need another feed depending on how late we get back. The bottles are in the fridge, just don’t forget to sterilise them when you’re done.” 

“I won’t, I promise.” 

“You remember how to do that right?” Charles added. 

“I know what I’m doing.” Arthur gave Charles a dumbfounded look before he spoke again. “If anything goes wrong I’ll call you two straight away. You know that.” Charles gave him a light nod before he turned back to you. He planted a kiss on your cheek before leaning down to kiss Rowan’s forehead. 

“Leo’s already been walked and fed, he’ll let you know when he needs the bathroom. You just might need to burn off some energy with him outside, he can occasionally get restless when we aren’t home -”

“When you aren’t home.” Charles corrected, sending you a look. “He loves it when I’m gone.”

“He’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“It’s been over a year and he hates me,” The dog seemed to narrow his gaze at your boyfriend as he spoke. “Look how he’s looking at me!”

“Because he knows you’re talking shit about him.” You held Rowan out for Charles. “You can put Rowan down and I’ll just run Arthur through Leo’s schedule as he clearly hates you.” A smile spread across your lips when Charles muttered a string of insults towards the dog under his breath whilst he trudged upstairs to put Rowan down.

“Why does he hate Charles?” Arthur leant down allowing Leo to come towards him. The german shepherd always seemed fond of the younger Leclerc brother.

“Well, they do say dogs can sense things we can’t. I think he knows what happened and when Charles ran up to us in the woods it meant Leo saw him as a threat. It’ll take time.” 

“Surely he’s got used to him now, the two of you finally made it official and now you live together.” 

“Maybe he’s just jealous.” You now followed suit with Arthur’s actions, bending down to meet Leo. The dog trotted towards you, letting his head crash into your chest as you smoothed down his fur. 

“Think Charles is the jealous one.” An annoyed-looking Charles leaning up against the doorway caught your and Arthur's attention.

“I’m not jealous of the dog, he just needs to know boundaries.”

“He does know boundaries.” 

“When it comes to the house he does, he won’t even let me kiss you without sparing me a dirty look.”

“He’s a dog, Char.” 

“An annoying one at that.” 

You didn’t plan to argue over who the dog preferred before your night so the two of you thanked Arthur and checked on Rowan one last time before heading out of the door. 

On your way to the restaurant Charles couldn’t keep his hands off you and his mouth would never close as he dropped every compliment he could think of during the journey but now he acted on edge. You watched as he continued to play with his ring and glance over at his phone every few seconds. 

He leaned back on his chair, letting out a narrow breath as his leg now started to bounce. Reaching forward you took your hand into his before speaking. “Char?”

“Hmm?” He attempted to keep his voice steady as he gripped your hand. 

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to have a panic attack -” 

“How are you so calm?”

“Sorry?” 

Charles leaned forward, his free hand grabbing yours as his enduring eyes met your curious ones. “How are you so calm being away from Rowan? Don’t you worry about him?”

“Of course I do.” Giving him a warm smile you continued. “But I know he’s safe with Arthur and before he and you came back into my life, Margret used to babysit him so I could have time to recover and just relax. I still worry about him but I know he’s safe and you know if anything was to happen Arthur could call us immediately.” 

“I know.” He returned the small smile. “But I still worry. I’ve already spent too much time away from him.” His grip on your hand tightened.

“But you’re here now and that’s all that matters. Besides Rowan won’t ever know -”

“But I will.” 

“I know you will but it’s in the past. It wasn’t your fault and Rowan will know that if we decide to tell him when he gets older.” 

“It was partly my fault -”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Yes it was -”

You gave him a look which screamed ‘let's not get into this argument again’ which caused Charles to let out a small smile before he leaned back into his chair. “You win.” He smirked as he picked up his drink and raised it to his lips. 

“I always do.” 

“Clearly.” His smirk grew as his eyes glued onto yours. 

The pair of you forgot about his worries as you continued to eat and drink. Charles lost himself in conversation and your eyes so much that he didn’t notice the three missed calls from his brother. It was only when you both went to pay the bill that you noticed the younger Leclerc had texted you. 

Arthur: Can you get Charles to call me? Or can you when you see this.

You: Is everything okay? Is Rowan okay?

Arthur: Rowan is fine, it’s Leo I’m worried about. Get Charles to call me.

You: Why him? He’s my dog.

Arthur: Please just get him to call me.

“Char?” You spoke just as Charles tipped your waiter.

“Yeah?”

“Arthur wants you to call him -”

“What?” He reached for his phone. “Is Rowan okay?”

“He’s fine apparently it’s the dog he’s worried about.” 

Charles furrowed his brows, confused at why his brother would want to ask him about Leo when it was pretty evident that your dog hated Charles. Despite him not being able to talk or even understand you both, Charles was convinced he knew what happened between you both and ultimately took your side in the whole situation. 

The brunette quickly called his brother, raising the phone to his ear as he spoke. “You okay?” He spoke to Arthur, his eyes meeting yours occasionally as the conversation continued. “It’s called Kingstone veterinary, it’s about ten minutes away. Take Rowan with you and we’ll meet you there.” 

“What’s going on?” Your voice was laced with worry at the mention of the vets. 

“Leo got into something he shouldn’t of.” 

“What?” Charles met your eyes, taking a deep breath he searched your worried eyes and debated if he should lie. “Charles, what did he get into?”

“I bought it ages ago, I wasn’t going to ask you anytime soon. I wanted to wait until the two of us set up the house how we wanted, went on more dates and when the time was right I was going to ask you to marry me. When I saw the ring I couldn’t not get it. It was perfect and now Leo managed to find it and decided he never wanted me to ask that question so he ate it.” He huffed before finishing. “That dog hates me -”

“You want to marry me?” 

His eyes softened at your words. “Of course I do y/n.” He once again took your hands into his. “I’ve always wanted you and I knew that I couldn’t have you because you were my brother’s best friend but I had a plan on how I’d get you… didn’t involve us having a son but I wouldn’t change it for the world now.” He raised your hands and planted a kiss on the top of them before his thumbs ran across your skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mirrored his smile. “And as much as I’d love to stay here right now, you could have killed the dog with the ring so we might want to get to the vet.” 

“It’s not my fault that thing hates me!” He replied, standing up with you before the two of you left to meet Arthur at the vet. 

—

Arthur was sat in the waiting room with Rowan who was beginning to let out small cries, clearly missing his parents whilst Leo was undergoing surgery. Arthur knew how much Leo meant to you, after all, he was the reason why you felt so safe without him or Charles around. The boy let his leg bounce up and down as he tried to calm Rowan who did nothing but make his true feelings heard. 

“Shh… shhh…” Arthur attempted to silence the child but he refused to stay quiet. “Come on little man, your mum and dad will be here soon…” His eyes wandered to the pale clock mounted on the wall. “I hope so anyway…” 

With your hand in his, Charles dragged you through the doors of the practice. The sudden sound of the doors opening grabbed Arthur's attention, a sudden wash of relief on his face as he watched the two of you approach him with worried glances. Without a word falling from his lips, Charles scooped his son from his brother’s arms, holding Rowan in a safe embrace before swaying side to side in an attempt to calm the distressed baby. If there was one thing you adored about Charles it was how quickly he adapted to being a dad and his urge to protect Rowan. He never wanted to leave him for too long and if the two of you were in the company of others he would do everything in his power to not let go of Rowan, even if the family wanted to hold him. 

“Where’s Leo?” You asked as Arthur embraced you. 

“Undergoing surgery, they were worried the ring would get caught up in his intestines…” Arthur's eyes widened at his own words, his head snapped towards Charles as he ran a hand through his hair. “You told her what he ate, didn’t you?”

“Yes she knows… not much of a surprise now…” He replied, clearly upset that the proposal would now not come as a shock to you although he tried to convince himself you knew he’d ask you at one point. Your hand came up to his arm, lightly touching his skin as a silent way to let him know that you really didn’t care about the surprise. You had him and your son, that’s all you needed, you never needed a ring to prove your love for him. 

“Charles I -”

“Miss y/l/n?” An older voice caught your attention. You met the warming gaze of your vet Logan. “He’s out of surgery, you and your partner are welcome to see him now.” He gestured to the door behind him. 

“Is he okay?” Charles asked. 

“He’ll be fine. He’s a little high from the anaesthetic but that’ll pass. He can come home tonight and… I’m presuming you want the ring back… Mr Leclerc?” 

“As long as it doesn’t have his organs clinging to the diamond.” 

“Charming thought Charles.” Sparing a glance at your boyfriend you followed Logan into the surgery room where you saw a very high Leo. Despite his sorry state he started to wag his tail and whine at the sight of his family. “Hello boy…” You took his head in your hands, your thumbs smoothing his fur. “Where did you even hide the ring?” Turning back to Charles you asked the question on your mind. 

“In my underwear drawer… oh I swear to god if he’s put a hole in my fireproofs!” 

“Can’t you just ask Ferrari for more?”

“And explain how the dog tried to sabotage my plans to propose to you? I’d rather not be mocked for the rest of the season.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his annoyance before turning back to the dog. “How did you even get into that?”

“He’s been watching me -”

“Charles he’s a dog not James Bond.” 

“You never know…” He trailed off, stepping closer to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and gently pulled you into his side. “I’m sorry -”

“For what?” You turned your head towards his. 

“Ruining the surprise. I had everything planned out… I just needed the chance.”

“Char I know you love me and I know you love Rowan. I don’t need a ring to prove that. Yes, it would be nice to be married to you, I would love to call you my husband but the important thing is that we’re all back together. Rowan has his Dad and I have the man I love.” 

He didn’t say anything as he leaned down with only a smile on his lips and planted his lips onto yours, a silent gesture of agreement but even an operation wouldn’t stop Leo from voicing his opinion. The dog barked making Charles jump back from you. 

“I really hate him…”  

Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 3

Read Part Two here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Angst, smut-ish? Swearing

Word Count: 4.2K

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The following day you expected Mick to be gone and the only thing left of the night before would be memories but to your surprise, Mick was right beside you. His arms were wrapped around your torso as he held you against his chest. As much as you hated him, the sight of the blonde wrapped up in your sheets made your heart warm. Seeing him like this made you think back to what you had with him but that was the past and you couldn’t go back to what you were. 

“You know staring is rude,” Schumacher whispered out, groaning as he stretched slightly. 

“So is pushing me off the track and ruining my race, serval times in fact.” 

“Always latching onto the past y/n.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, his thumb swiping across your cheek as he looked at you with pure love in his eyes. Your eyes searched his, wanting to know the truth between you both. How could he end everything with you but look at you like the pair of you were sharing your first night as a married couple together? 

“The past can be just as relevant as the present.” You hit back at his words, a smile on your lips at the encounter. 

“You always have a response, don’t you love?” 

“You should know me by now Schumacher.” You propped yourself up, getting a better look at his sleepy state. “How come you’re still here?”

“Did you want me to leave?”

“No, I’m just curious as to why you wouldn’t leave.”

“This isn’t a one night stand, is it?”

“Won’t happen again -”

“So you’re saying I’m never going to win another race this season?”

“That’s always a possibility with your shitbox of a car.”

“So shit I won last season.”

“You cheated, that had nothing to do with the car.” Mick narrowed his eyes at you, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly shifted in bed, manoeuvring himself so he was now hovering above you and you were laying flat on your back. 

“You don’t know when to let things go, do you?” His lips dove down to your neck, ghosting along your skin. “Unless you’re with me, then you do…” He started to kiss down your neck, his hands moving to your hips as his body started to grind against yours. 

This wasn’t part of the deal. It was a fuck and then he’d leave. It was never supposed to lead to round two in the morning but it felt so good. When the two of you were at Haas it felt like a relationship, you two would hang out outside of work, you’d met his family and he’d kissed you in public before. That was the day the Formula 1 side of the internet broke. A photo of you both outside a club circled around but Mick just stated that he was whispering in your ear, the picture was so blurry he almost got away with it, almost. 

“You’re so pretty…” His lips continued his journey down your body, the only sound was your light moans until someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made Mick jump from your body, his head snapped towards the door as another knock came. 

“y/n!” Verstappens voice made Mick’s eyes widen. He looked at you with a slight glimpse of fear in his eyes. It was unusual to see him like this, the only time you’d ever seen fear in his eyes was the day you’d crashed at Silverstone but that was in the past, it was the race you never wanted to relive in fact the only time you ever let your mind travelled back to that moment was with Max. “y/n are you even awake?” 

“Give me a second!” You screamed back at your teammate. Your eyes fell towards Mick. “Get in the bath, lay down and pull the shower curtain so he doesn’t see you.” Shoving Mick off you lept up and threw on some shorts before taking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, hoping Mick hadn’t left a reminder of the night before on your skin. Your eyes darted to the Mick who’d quickly followed your instructions before you opened the door. 

“Christ, have you only just gotten up?” Max took in your appearance before walking into your hotel room. 

“I had a late night.” You technically didn’t lie. “How come you’re here?”

“Wanted to check up on you, after yesterday. Heard the media weren’t too kind either.” 

“You know they’ll always favour Ferarri, they hate us.” 

“They only hate us since we've started winning and I don’t think anyone intends that to change.” 

“Well, I hope not Verstappen.” You gave him a smile. You always valued the bond you had with Max, the man would also always be by your side even when things were bad for him. He looked out for you on and off the track, you could never forget how he pushed Charles off the track when he accidentally clipped your car on the first turn of the France Grand Prix. Charles wouldn’t stop apologising to you after the race, more than likely out of fear that Max would hunt him down. “What else did you want?”

“Am I not allowed to just check up on you?” 

“Normally you spend the day with your family after the race.”

“Oh I plan on it, I’m meeting my Mum and sister for dinner tonight.” 

“Send them my love.” 

“You can join, my mum would love to see you again. She hasn’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m fine Max -” 

“Come on y/n.” His eyes silently pleaded with you. “You hardly ever see your own family and my mum see’s you as one of her own so…” He let his words hang in the air as he awaited your answer. 

“What time?” Max’s eyes lit up at your words. 

“I’ll pick you up at six, we’re going to a small restaurant along the beach, should be quiet so you won’t have to worry about the media hounding us both.”

“Thank you, Max.” 

“You never have to thank me y/l/n.” His eyes scanned the room, it was almost as if he was looking for something… or someone. “But how are you? Really? After Mick winning -”

“It’s one race, Max, he won’t win like that again.” 

“I know he won’t.” Max huffed as he spoke about Mick. “Christian is trying to appeal still but he can’t promise that Mick will get any come up.” 

“You don’t need to worry about him, Max. The plan is to win it this season and either you or I will.” 

“That’s the mindset you need.” He smirked, his head falling towards the bathroom. “You mind if I use the bathroom?”

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t sound certain in your response but it didn’t matter, Max was already heading to the same place where your rival was currently hiding after the pair of you slept together. You knew Mick wouldn’t give up where he was, not only for you but because he knew Max wouldn’t let him live another day. Whether he ended his career on the track or off it, he knew he wouldn’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Your heart was in your throat as you heard Max finishing up, your hands silently shaking as you waited for your teammate to leave your bathroom and your room. Shoving Max out of your room was evidently new to him but he put it all down to the race yesterday. He knew you’d be upset hence why he invited you to dinner with his mum and sister. When things fell apart he had his family and you but when you needed someone you only had him and the team. He knew much like you did that your parents adored you and no bond was broken with them but they were never involved in Formula 1, that was your life, not theirs. 

He opened the bathroom door, his eyes lighting up as he saw you smile at him. “You spoken to your family?” 

“Not yet.” Max frowned at your response. “Maybe fly them out, maybe it’ll be helpful if they attend Silverstone?” 

“Absoueltly not.” You cut him off. 

“Then invite them to Monaco.”

“Too high end for them.” 

“Then find a race they’ll like and invite them.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“How about this,” A smirk grew on his lips. “Whatever race you’re close enough to win the championship with, you invite them to that one.” 

You lingered on it for a second but you knew he wouldn’t leave without a yes and you really needed to get Mick out of the bath. “Yes fine, it’s a deal.” 

“Atta girl.” He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door. “Don’t forget, six! I’ll meet you outside the hotel.” 

“I’ll see you then Max.” 

“And don’t worry about Mick, we’ll get rid of him.” 

“I believe you Verstappen.” You two shared a grin as he closed your door, leaving you alone… so he thought. 

“You know,” You heard Mick’s voice growing louder as he clambered out of the bath. “If you always need to talk about family then you can always talk to me.” He now came into view, a cocky expression on his face, ironic considering he was terrified of Max no more than a few mere minutes ago. 

“And why would I talk to you?”

“Because you know you can trust me.” 

“Can I?”

“Did I ever tell the press what we were after that photo came out? Have I ever told anyone what we were? No.” He took a breath. “Just because we broke off what we had -”

“No Mick you broke off what we had.” You kept your voice steady as you spoke. “I never wanted what we had to end, Mick.” It hurt to say those words out loud. You’d always known in your heart you’d never wanted it to end but you’d only ever said those words to Mick out of anger rather than sadness. 

“Neither did I y/n, you think it was easy to break off what we had?” He retaliated, gathering his clothes as he did so. “Do you not think I lay there every single night and not regret what I did?”

“Then why did you call it off Mick?” You stepped towards him. “If you really hate missing what we had then why haven’t you talked to me about it?”

“Because it’s not that easy.” He stepped closer towards you, now fully stressed but without his shirt, you still had that draped over your body. “I have a reputation to uphold, you don’t know what it’s like to have a famous dad -” 

“At least your family care about your job.” You replied. 

“It’s not my fault that your family couldn’t care less about you!” His heart dropped at his own words at the realisation of what he’d just spoken. He’d never meant it but when he was annoyed he always had a habit of letting words he never meant slip out. “Wait y/n I didn’t mean that I just meant -”

“Get out Mick.” 

“No y/n please I’m sorry I meant they didn’t care about the sport, I never meant it to come off like that -”

“You know what Mick I don’t care how you wanted that to come across. You will never understand what it’s like to beg your family to come to your races but they are too proud to want to look like they’re leaching off their daughter. They watch all of my races, they worked hard to get me here Mick and you won’t know what it’s like because everything was handed to you because of your stupid last name!” 

You had a point, most of the drivers on the grid were only here because of their parent's money. Sure some were richer than others but some like you and Lewis had no last name or riches to hold onto. Despite a lot of their names or riches carrying them through the sports, a few of them did have the talent that was needed to survive in this sport, Max being a key example. 

His expression drastically changed and now he looked pissed as he replied. “Do you know how easy you have it? Never having to live up to any expectations because of your parents. You could be the shittest driver on the grid and you wouldn’t get nearly as much abuse as I would all because your dad isn’t one of the greatest drivers in the world!” Mick took a short breath before he spoke again. “And do you know what it’s like to be constantly hounded by the press about your dad’s state? I’d rather my dad chose not to come rather than know he’ll never be able to.”

“Get out Mick -”

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” He challenged. 

“No because if I say what I want the two of us will rip one another's heads off and someone in this building will hear and the last thing you’ll want is for Max to hear.” 

Mick wanted to continue this fight but he knew you were right. If Max or even someone like Pierre was to hear they’d smash the door open and beat Mick up there and then. His eyes met the floor as he took a step back and headed to the door. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” His tone was flat as he entered the hallway. 

Before he could even take a step he felt someone’s gaze lingering on his, Turning his head to the side he met the confused eyes of Lando Norris who was evidently confused at why Mick was leaving your room without a shirt the day after the race. 

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Lando held up his hands in defence as Mick watched a girl stumbling out of his room behind him, carrying last night’s heels in her hand. 

“Deal,” Mick replied before turning on his heels and heading back to his own room. 

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Your hair bounced softly as you walked down the halls of your hotel towards the car park where Max was leaning against the hood of his car waiting for you. His face lit up with a smile as he stretched his arms open to hug you. “You look beautiful.” He commented before opening the passenger door for you. 

“Thank you Verstappen, you don’t look bad yourself.” You smirked as he closed the door and jogged around to open his door. 

“Well believe it or not I don’t always live in my racing suit.” He mirrored your smirk before slowly driving out of the car park. “My sister and Mum are already there, Victoria can’t wait to see you again.” His smirk turned to a smile. “How are you after yesterday.. I know I’ve already asked but I just want to check in you know?” He quickly changed the subject. 

“I’m fine, Mick is a prick and soon enough he’ll get his karma, he always does.” You thought back to a few races last season when he attempted to force you off the track and it backfired on him massively, then again he did walk away the winner in the end… by cheating. “It won’t happen again.” Your eyes met his for a quick glance. “Do you think his Dad will ever get to watch him race?” 

“Why do you ask that?”

“Just curious what you think.” You turned your attention to him. “Is it a crime to ask my teammate for his opinion?”

“I’d like to hope you saw me as a friend and a teammate -”

“You know I do.” 

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t but in regards to Mick, I don’t know. Micheal’s accident wasn’t exactly a clean one. Has Mick said something to you about his Dad?” 

“No.” You lied. “I was just thinking if maybe I should be mre grateful for my family -”

“You are grateful for them and they know that, he has said something, hasn’t he?” 

“No Max he hasn’t, I just thought maybe I should invite and press them to come a bit more. Mick’s Dad can’t come to races but my Dad can. He might not like to but he always has the option.” 

“I think it’ll do you good to see them at a race track because at times it honestly looks like Christian is planning on adopting you.” He broke out a small smile at his own works, one which you mirrored as you replied. 

“I could say the same to you.” 

“Well maybe the both of us could do with a supportive father-like figure at the races.” His smile dropped slightly at the thought of his Dad but he never let him get to him well… he never liked to show how Jos could get to him. 

The pair of you made small talk for the rest of the journey before pulling into the restaurant car park. Much like when you’d met him, he quickly ran round the car to open your door. He might’ve lived with his Dad for most of his life but his Mum had clearly raised him to be a gentleman. Thanking him for his actions the two of you headed inside. 

“You look gorgeous!” Victoria caught sight of you and Max. She rose in her seat and pulled you in for a hug before she stepped back to admire your outfit. 

“Thank you, Vic, it’s so nice to see you again.” You greeted his mother too, just as if she was your own. The Verstappen’s became your second family through your Formula 1 career. With your parents not attending as many races as other families they stepped in and made you feel like your family was always in the garages cheering you along at every turn.

“You two are dominating the track as usual.” Max’s mum smiled at the two of you. “Think maybe you’ll get your first Championship this year y/n?”

“She better,” Max spoke before you could answer. 

“Well that is the plan, I’m at the top for now but that can slip away fast.” 

“But you won’t let it, Horner won’t let that happen.” 

You turned to meet Max’s gaze. “Maybe if you go easy on me I might be able to win it.” 

“Well, that won’t happen.” He smiled at you. Just as you were about to speak another female vice caught everyone’s attention. 

“y/n? Is that you?” The voice belonged to none other than Gina Schumacher. Stood beside her was her mum and Mick who was giving you the widest smirk on the planet. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” Gina was at most races but that never meant you acknowledged her or any of Mick’s family for that matter. The blonde weaved her way towards you before she pulled you in for a hug, one which you weren’t anticipating for. 

They’d clearly known you and Mick were no longer as close as you both used to be. The press continued to report on it, fans wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would hardly utter a word to the Schumachers anymore. But did they know the truth behind what happened between you and Mick? By Gina and her mother’s reactions, it seemed they did not. 

Max’s family had always been close to Mick’s. He and Mick would often be seen talking and spending time with one another outside the track but ever since he met you that changed. Max learned the truth about what happened between you Mick and witnessed his cheating moves on the track and that bond he once had soon died. Sure he’d still see Mick outside of work when he and Mick’s Mum would meet up but he always kept it civil which came naturally but right now Max had to force himself to be civil towards his old friend.  

“What a coincidence that you’re here too!” Gina smiled.

“It’s nice to see you Gina and you too Corinna.” A sheepish smile spread across your lips, you didn’t dare meet the eyes of Mick. 

Corinna smiled at you before she spoke. “Have the four of you just gotten here?” 

“Yes,” Victoria spoke before anyone else could. “Have you?” 

“We have.” Mick finally spoke. “Why don’t we all just join one another? Would be a shame to waste this opportunity now we’re all together?” He grabbed a waiter's attention and asked if you could all be moved to a larger table.  Max wanted to protest against the whole idea and so did you but you both knew his Mum would skin you both alive for causing a scene. You prayed they wouldn’t have one free but God clearly didn’t wish for your prayers to be answered today.

The four of you left your table and followed the Schumachers to a table situated in the corner of the restaurant, at least you’d be out of the way if the press somehow walked in. You attempted to sit down but Mick reached your seat before you did. His eyes never left yours as he pulled the chair out, gesturing you to sit down, such a sweet action compared to those of last night. 

“Thank you.” You muttered to him as you slowly sat down. Mick took a seat beside you, his hand brushing your leg as he pulled himself closer to the table. Max kept a close eye from across the table at Mick. His gaze narrowed every single time Mick’s eyes even dared to look at you but that didn’t last long as his Mum caught on rather quickly which allowed Mick to get away with a lot. 

At first, the dinner was going fine, everyone was just catching up with one another. Both Gina and Corinna continued to speak to you as if nothing had ever happened between you and Mick which put you at ease, the last thing you needed was to be hounded with questions as to why the two of you were no longer close. 

When your drinks were set out before you Mick let one hand fall under the tablecloth his left hand made its way to your leg. Without breaking the conversation he was currently in he allowed his hand to push up your dress so he could lay in hand on your bare skin. His thumb rubbed your skin as if it was a living act between two people but you knew he was only doing it to make you snap. 

“Stop.” You whispered under your breath as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Stop what?” He muttered back, his tone an amusing one. 

“Touching my leg!” 

“You weren’t complaining last night when my hand did this.” He let his hand glide further up your leg until it reached your upper thigh. Squeezing your legs shut you shifted in your seat slightly which caught Max’s attention. 

“You okay?” He mouthed across the table so he didn’t grab anyone else’s gaze. You nodded before you tried focusing back on the conversation around the table but Mick made it harder than it should’ve been. 

“You look stunning in that dress.” He whispered, his thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh. “But not as good as you looked in my shirt this morning,” He took a sip of his drink. “You can keep it by the way -”

“You’ll have it back before you fly tomorrow.” You muttered. 

“I don’t want it, it looks better on you.” 

“Well, I don’t want it either.” You snapped at him and attempted to pull your legs away from him but this time Mick was prepared. With just his left hand he pried your legs further apart so his hand could now reach your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clothed clit with his fingers, a cocky smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to hide your reaction to the sudden action. 

“Not sure if I can wait till I win again to hear your beautiful moans and feel your body under mine-”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You tried to shrug him off but he wasn’t going away that easily. 

“I know you want more.”

He technically wasn’t wrong. Part of you hated that Max had interrupted the two of you this morning. Last night did feel good and you wanted it to happen again, much to your own dismay. You knew you shouldn’t. You’d finally gotten over what had happened between you and Mick, you still hated what had happened but the feelings you once thought you’d had for the blonde had washed away and the thought of sleeping with him time and time again just made you worry those feelings would creep back into your heart. 

He was going to be the death of you. 

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Can we pleaseee get a part 3 to rivals with benefits!!!!!!

I have been gone for so long due to uni but now that is over I can finally get back to writing :) Part three is up now and you can read it here have a good day everyone <3

Car Troubles - Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Can you do an angst with Charles where the reader is a Verstappen and lots of brother max🥺🥺🥺

Summary: Ferrari can’t keep their car on track and Charles can’t keep his emotions on the track. 

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, Max on a rampage.

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When Max found out you and Charles were dating he wasn’t precisely best pleased, how could he be? His little sister was in bed with the man who’d been his rival since his karting days. Although Max was kinder to Charles now than he was back then he would still give Charles a rough time on the track or the cold shoulder at family dinners. Just because Charles was dating his sister didn’t mean he’d like him. 

For the past few months, Ferarri hadn’t been performing as well as they should be and the moment the car stopped breaking down Charles would make a mistake and land himself with another DNF. The pair of you had been dating for over a year now and Max was very much aware of it. You moved in after four months leaving Max alone in his apartment, not that you were always away from your older brother and tonight was one of those nights. 

Charles had returned from the race weekend pissed off beyond measure. The car had finally started to work and he’d spun out and hit the wall. He was leading the French GP and after his mistake, your brother went on to claim P1 which only pissed Charles off even more. He and you returned to Monaco rather hastily, saying nothing the entire flight home. Once you were in your shared apartment you finally decided to speak. 

“Charles?”

“I don’t want to talk about it y/n.” His voice was stern as he threw his bags down without looking. His careless actions caused his bag to knock against your coffee table, hitting a vase Max had bought you. The water from the vase fell across the small table and leaked onto a scrapbook you’d left on the glass counted. 

“Charles!” You screamed before running over to the table. “Be careful you’ll ruin it!” The scrapbook was a present from Charles. After you two had an argument over telling Max about you both, he created the book as a way to show you that he never wanted to hide you ever again. Every time you went on a date he’d make sure he got something as a souvenir so he could scrapbook it. He got to relive the memories, allowing him to relax after races. 

“Who cares? It’s just a shitty book!” He snapped, running his hands through her hair. 

“What did you say?” Your voice broke at his words. 

“You heard, it’s just a shitty book with scraps of paper, it’s not important -”

“That book is about us, the book that you made! It is important.” 

“You don’t know what’s important y/n.” He raised his voice. “You know what is important? Me winning this championship! I need to win this for me, for Ferarri, for my family… for all those fans that give their time, effort and money to me, I need to win it for them!” He took a deep breath. “I need to win it for you…”

“Charles I want you to win the championship but it won’t make me think any differently of you…” 

“It should.” He snapped. “It’ll make me on the same level as your brother and I need to be fighting against Redbull… but you don’t get it.” 

“Charles I do -”

“No, you don’t! You’re not in that car, your brother is. You’re just always there in the background, just waiting there for Max… never me -”

“That’s a lie and you know it!” Your voice grew. “I always watch the race in the Ferarri garages, I only leave when Max wins to congratulate him. He’s still my brother Charles.” 

“You know sometimes when I lose I just want you there…” His voice was low as he spoke but that didn’t last long. “But you’ll never understand what that’s like.”

“Why? Because I’m not a driver?”

“Because you’ve never been in the spotlight, only the background.” 

“Is that what I am to you?” Your brows arched at his words. “Just someone in the background?”

“Well… the journalists flock to your brother, not you.” 

Being the sister of a Formula 1 driver had its perks but it also meant that every day you woke up knowing you would never be on the same level as your brother. Max was always praised by your mum and dad whereas you had to fight for even the smallest acknowledgement from your parents. It wasn’t that they didn’t care about your own achievements but more so that Max was always at the forefront when it came to outperforming you and Victoria. 

You didn’t utter a word to him as you grabbed your bags once again but rather than heading to your front room you headed towards the door. “Where are you going?” Charles asked. 

“Why do you care? I’m just in the background, aren’t I?” 

“Oh come on y/n you know I didn’t mean it -”

“Are you sure about that Charles because you’re acting like it.”

“Look, I know you will never understand what it’s like being under so much pressure but -”

“Charles, do you know what it’s like to be compared to your brother who’s won a World Championship? Do you know what it’s like to have to constantly think of ways to be noticed by your own family for something whilst your brother is out on the track competing in one of the greatest sports in the world?” Taking a deep breath as you watched his mixed expression. “Maybe Arthur will understand.”  

“Don’t bring Arthur into this -”

“Then don’t bring Max into this!” 

“How can I not? He’s everywhere I turn! He makes stupid decisions on the track which resulted in me suffering!” 

“Do not blame your incompetence on my brother!” 

“My incompetence?” He laughed at your words. “Your brother’s a fucking idiot on that track, nearly kills everyone who even dares go near him!” 

“At least Max knows how to stay on the track.” You knew it was a low blow but the way he was speaking to you, he deserved it. 

“That was low y/n…”

“And calling me unimportant isn’t?”

“Well right now you’re not important y/n, you know what is? Running Redbull to the ground and winning this championship, nothing else matters right now.” 

Charles was obsessed with winning, he always felt the need to prove himself to everyone around him despite his friends and family knowing he was capable of what he wished to achieve but he knew that didn’t matter. With fans and the press constantly hounding him and Ferrari to be better you knew it was them he wanted to appease, not himself. 

“Fine.” You didn’t utter another word as you opened the door and left him standing alone in your apartment. Tears pricked your eyes as you dragged your bags into the lift. You knew that if you stayed the two of you would only rip one another’s heads off even more than you already have. 

Monaco wasn’t exactly small so it wouldn’t take long to get to Max’s building meanwhile Charles was left alone with his thoughts. He’d fished the scrapbook from the water, treating it like an artefact at a museum as he slowly flicked through the pages, carefully inspecting which ones were damaged. Every time his eyes fell on the photos his heart sank. He knew he shouldn’t take out what was happening on the track onto you. You would support him at every turn and he knew what he said about you never being there for him was a lie. He spent the night drying the pages as best he could whilst he put them back together as they were before. He thought of sending you a text asking you if you were at Max’s safely, it didn’t take a genius to work out that you’d gone to see your brother about it, but he also knew if Max saw your phone he’d take it upon himself to reply. 

When Max saw you his confused gaze softened into a sympathetic one. His arms opened as you fell against him in his doorway. Sobbing into his chest he slowly guided you into his apartment before speaking. “Want me to break check the cunt when he’s out cycling? Or I can shove him into the wall during the race next week? Then again he does that himself anyway…” You pulled back from Max, a small smile on your face at his words as you two sat down. “What happened?”

“It was just a stupid argument, it’s nothing.” You wiped your tears away with your sleeves but Max wasn’t convinced. 

“It’s very rare you come running to me late at night because you’re upset.” He leant back in his chair. He had a point. Normally you and Charles would act cold with one another until either one of you apologised a mere few hours later but this time it felt different. He’d gotten personal and it had hurt. “You normally make up after a few hours and then I find out a week later so what was different this time?” 

“He said I wasn’t important to him and that all his focus was on the Championship… he told me I wouldn’t understand and I get that - I’m not one of you and I know it’s important but I can understand to a certain degree how important it is but I thought he’d value what we have over that title.” 

“I’ll kill him -”

“Max!” 

“What?”

“He’s still my boyfriend.”

“Not one I like.”

“You don’t need to like him… more tolerate him.”

“I’m finding that hard right now.” Rolling his eyes he shifted his gaze back to you. “Has he even texted you? To make sure you got here safely?” 

Sliding your phone out of your pocket you were met with a blank screen. “No -”

“Cunt.” Max spoke under his breath. “Have you eaten?”

“No -”

“Good, we’ll order in, watch a film, like we used to.” He smiled at the memories. When the two of you were younger every single Friday you would all watch a film and have a takeaway with your sister Victoria. It was the one night when the three of you were all together and could forget about your parent's divorce and the world around you.  

You and Max spent the night talking about what happened whilst you two watched a Disney film, trying to forget the night. Unlike anyone else you were close with, Max knew how Charles felt when his car didn’t comply and when he made a mistake which lead to his race being ended. He would always give you a different perspective on your situation and most importantly, he’d listen to you. That was something a lot of people never saw, Max would always validate your feelings and tell you his own perspective on things when you needed it. 

Eventually, you and Max called it a night and you headed into his spare room. Throwing your bags onto the bed you began to get ready for bed when your phone sounded from the cabinet. 

Char <;3: Did you get to Max’s okay? X

You: I did x

Char <;3: When are you coming back? X

You: Is that why you texted? X

Char <;3: No I wanted to know that you were safe x

You: I left the house hours ago x

Char <;3: I know but I wanted to give you space x 

You locked your phone, ignoring his last text. You knew you’d cause another argument with him about his text being a little too late but he’d already read your mind.

Char <3: Look I’m sorry I should’ve messaged you earlier but I didn’t want to make this any worse x

You: By making sure I wasn’t killed? Do you think you checking in on my well-being was going to make this worse? X

Char <;3: You’re right and I’m so sorry, I should’ve walked or driven you over myself. When are you coming home? X 

You: I don’t know x

Char <;3: Please be safe. Take your time and I’ll see you soon and I’m sorry x

You: For not texting me or the argument we had? X

Char <3: Both x

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go home to him but his words continued to play in your head over and over again like a broken record. Climbing into bed you glimpsed at your lock screen which was a photo of you and Charles after he’d won the Australian GP. He had the trophy in one hand but he was looking at you, his eyes full of love as he looked at you, completely ignoring the trophy in his hand. 

You: I’ll message you later, goodnight Char. I love you x 

Charles's heart jumped at the reply he got. He knew it was stupid considering the two of you had been in a relationship for years but after a fight like that, all he wanted was reassurance. 

Char <;3: I love you too x 

He knew he had to make it up to you, he’d fucked up and with Max as your brother, he knew he’d have to grovel. 

—

You’d stayed with Max until the Hungarian GP, you knew you’d end up sharing a hotel with Charles. Max had offered to pay for another room for you but the truth was your heart ached to see your boyfriend again. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you a room?” Max asked as he carried your things to the room you were set to share with Charles. 

“I’m fine Max.” You smiled at him. “Besides they probably don’t have one free at this time-”

“Then you can take my room and I’ll share with Charles.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that would go down well.” 

“Well…” Max smirked at his own words. “He wouldn’t have to worry about him crashing into a wall because he wouldn’t even make it to the car.”

“You’re horrible.” A smile tainted on your lip at your own words. 

“Could be worse, remember what I did to your ex?” He smiled down at you. How could you forget? Your last boyfriend, Alexander, had cheated on you with a girl he claimed was ‘just a friend’. You walked in on the two of them in a compromising position only hours after he told you that he loved you. When Max found out there was nothing that could stop him. He stormed into his house and made sure he gave him two black eyes that wouldn’t shift for weeks. 

“It would be harder to get away with if you did it to Charles, besides, we had an argument. It’s not like he cheated on me.” 

“Well if that ever crosses his mind… it’ll be worse than two black eyes.” 

You reached your room but just as you went to open the door a tall brunette swung the door open before you could even get your hand to it. His eyes met yours as you both stared at one another in silence for a second. Max coughed, breaking the two of you out of your trance. 

“Max…” Charles glanced over to your brother who looked as if he was ready to kill him. 

“Charles,” Max replied before turning to you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with him? You can take my room.” 

Charles looked as if he wanted to kill Max himself at his words. “I’m sure she’s fine with me,” Charles spoke up. 

“You know she can talk for herself, Leclerc.”

“I’m aware.” Speaking through gritted teeth Charles seemed to have finally found his voice. 

“I’ll be fine Max.” You looked between the two men. Charles quickly snatched your bags away from Max’s grasp, a smug smile on his lips as he watched Max take a step back in defeat. 

“Text me if you need anything y/n, I’ll see you in the garages.” Max turned on his heel, his eyes not leaving Charles’s as he headed down the hallway. 

Charles held the door open for you as you walked inside the room. He’d moved his things in but only to one side of the room like he did every single weekend. Even when you weren’t around it always became a habit for him. “How was your time with Max?” He spoke as he set your bags aside. 

“Needed.” You replied. “How was your alone time?”

“Lonely.” He stepped closer to you. “I missed you.” 

Looking up your eyes met his. “I missed you too.” 

“I’m so sorry y/n. What I said, I didn’t mean it at all. Look, I was upset over the race, I feel like I’ll never be a World Champion and every single day I believe that I feel like I’m letting everyone down… especially you.”

“Charles I won’t love you any less if you aren’t a World Champion.”

“I know but… in the past, it's gotten too much and I’ve had people leave me or just become distant and I couldn’t take it if you decided to leave.”

“I’m not going to leave you I just want you to talk to me. I know I’m not a driver but my brother is and for years Max told me what it’s like and I know I’m not in the car but I can listen and understand as best I can, I’m sorry for what I said.” 

Charles stepped closer, his hands resting on the sides of your face as he leaned down. “You are so important to me, more important than any stupid trophy.”

“I better be.” Your face broke into a smile as Charles leaned down and took your lips into his. He stood in between your legs as he deepened the kiss his hands going to your hair to pull you closer to him, acting like this was the last time he’d ever kiss you. Eventually, you both pulled away, and Charles straightened himself up. 

“I have something for you.” Opening the drawer beside the bed he pulled out the scrapbook he’d made you. “It’s not just a book to me.” He handed it to you. “I fixed it as best I could, I’m sorry-”

“I think we should leave this page blank.” Cutting him off you pointed to a blank page. “For when you win the Championship, that way if you ever feel like you aren’t good enough then you can look back to this page, it might be blank for now but it’s a silent reminder of how much I believe in you, we all do.” You pecked his lips. “You might not believe it sometimes but everyone wants the best for you, especially your fans.” 

“I don’t want to let them down.”

“And you won’t… Ferrari will.” 

He laughed at your words, falling down beside you on the bed. “If only everyone thought how you did.” 

—

“Are you spying on them?” A British accent made Max jump back from the door to yours and Charles’s room. Lando stood behind him with a confused expression. 

“I’m just making sure he doesn’t make her cry.” 

“I think he makes other things wet besides her eyes.” Lando laughed at himself. Turning to face him Max laughed alongside him before his expression changed in a heartbeat. 

“Lando?” 

“Yeah?”

“Make a joke like that about my sister again and I’ll cut your dick off.” 

---

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Just an incident - Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Max n her like twins and r drivers for red bull, and both the twins hate Charles and same with Charles, Charles hates her because she always wins the race and loves to rub it on him especially, but slowly both reader and Charles start to build a crush on each other… in short an Enemies to lovers with Charles Leclerc ;) 

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, angst, Jos Verstappen, swearing, mentions of anxiety and injuries 

Word Count: 7.9K 

A/N: Thank you anon, this request is one of my favourites &lt;3

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The Verstappens had always hated the Leclercs and the Leclercs had always hated the Verstappens. It was like the families of Romeo and Juliet only with highspeed cars and a crowd of millions discussing your every move. You’d known Charles for years, both you and your twin brother Max had been karting with him since you were kids and now the three of you were in Formula 1. Both you and Max drove for Redbull whilst Charles achieved his dream of driving for Ferarri but although the three of you had changed, the rivalry didn’t. 

Charles hated the way you gloated every single time you won, the look you gave him when the champagne hit your skin made his blood boil. He hated everything you did but couldn’t help but admire how you did it. You and your brother were already World Champions but Charles was still struggling. Anytime he even came close to being at the top the Redbull twins would knock him off his pedestal in a heartbeat. 

Today was the day of the Monaco GP, Charles’s home race and the one race he was yet to win. You were starting in P1, he was in P2 and Max was in P3. After one last quick discussion in the Redbull garage, you and Max wished one another luck before heading to the grid walk. As you dodged the interviewers your eyes fell onto a bright red race suit with a black horse planted firmly on the back. 

“Leclerc!” You called to the brunette who spun around to meet your gaze. “Looking forward to hearing the Dutch national anthem at your home race?” You smirked at the man as he joined your side. 

“Fancy making a bet on it?” His eyes shone at his own words. 

“Bet your life savings on me and you’ll be richer than a king.” You smirked at him as you two continued to walk. 

He laughed at your response. “I was going to suggest a different kind of bet.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“If I win, you must tell the interviewers that I’m your biggest competition.” 

“They’ll know I’m lying when I open my mouth.” You glanced over at him before speaking again. “What about if I win?”

“Then I’ll tell them you’re the best driver on the grid -”

“They already know that.”

“You know you’re just like your brother.” His patience lessened. “Full of yourself and arrogant.” 

“Well believe it or not we are related.”

“And full of sarcasm.”

“Maybe you should take notes, after all, we’re world champions and you aren’t.”

The brunette grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his body. You felt his breath fan against your face as he spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re only World Champions because you cheat!”

“Cheat? Just because you can’t last around one corner without driving yourself into the wall -”

“Only because you shove me into them!” 

“Yeah?” You leaned in closer to him, your lips only inches away from one another. “Well, you better watch for my car today…”

“Or what?”

“Take your eyes off me for a second and you’ll be in the wall.” Pulling your arm from his grip you stormed off to your car, mumbling under your breath at the interaction. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go! Verstappen gets a good start but so does Leclerc! The other Verstappen… not so much…”

Charles had gotten off to a perfect start, enough to overtake Max and quickly made his way behind you, clearly you’d riled him up enough that he wanted to win his end of his shitty bet but everyone knew that Monaco wasn’t the easiest to overtake on. 

“Perfect start y/n, we’re staying with plan A for now. If anything changes we will let you know, Max is in P3 and Leclerc is just behind you.” The team radio sounded in your ear as you replied. 

“Thank you, guys.” Your eyes flickered to your mirrors, catching the red glimpse of the Ferrari, a smirk dawned on your face at the sight of him trying so hard but you couldn’t spend your life focusing on him, you had a race to win. 

“Box, box!” A yellow flag due to Lando making friends with the wall allowed you to pit with just ten laps to go. Charles stayed out which allowed him to claim P1. Most teams wouldn’t box at a time like this, especially with only a few laps to go on a track which was renowned to be difficult to pass on but Redbull and the Verstappen siblings were more than capable. 

Switching to the soft tyers you set back out to the track and join Charles. The pair of you had created some distance between the other drivers meaning it was just you two fighting for the top. “The safety car is leaving the track now, focus on getting past Leclerc.” Christian had taken the liberty of delivering the news to you.

“Understood.” You nodded in your car, despite them not being able to see you before suddenly speeding up as the safety car left your eyes. 

Charles didn’t set off as fast as you did but that didn’t matter to him, all he needed to do was defend with his life. It started off relatively easy for him, you backed off when things got too dangerous but you only had two laps to pass him and now you were getting desperate. It was no surprise to anyone that the Verstappens would get violent in order to win. It was in your blood and on the track no one was your friend, not even your own twin. 

Coming wheel to wheel with him the two of you turned into a corner but you refused to back off. Charles attempted to push you off the track but the Redbull was too fast. Pushing ahead you clipped Charles which sent him spinning into the wall leaving you in P1 and now your brother was able to claim to P2 whilst Charles didn’t even get to finish his home race. 

“y/n Verstappen wins the Monaco Grand Prix!” 

“Brilliant driving today y/n, really well done today. Take it all in, you deserve it.” Christian smiled as he spoke to you through the radio. 

“Thank you guys for today!” You replied. “Was Max P2?”

“Yes he was, he’s just behind you.” 

“And Charles? Is he okay?” 

“He’s back in the garage, he’s fine… pissed off but fine.” 

“Brilliant.” You pulled your car up to the pits, parking right before the P1 sign. Clambering out of your car you knelt down to kiss the front, it was something you’d started doing after Max gave you a lecture about ‘having your own celebration’. Max came running towards you, his arms open wide as he pulled you into a hug. 

“I’m so proud of you.” His smile was so bright anyone would’ve thought he’d won but the truth was you and Max were each other's biggest supporters. 

It was no secret that your Dad wanted the best for you both and if that meant treating you two like shit in order for you two to become the best in the world then that was something he’d happily do. Your Mum knew you both had to live with your Dad in order to be in Formula 1 and without her, the two of you no longer had an escape from him. Max was your escape and you were his.  

“Thank you.” You pulled away from your brother as you headed to be weighed and interviewed. Just as you were about to be weighed a tall bundle of red stormed towards you. 

“You fucking cheat!” Charles screamed at the top of his lungs. When he got close enough he pushed you back lightly as he towered over you. “Typical Verstappen, always cheating your way to the top!” Before you could even utter a word Max grabbed Charles by his race suit and dragged him away. 

“Don’t you dare touch my sister.” He didn’t yell, only spoke in a harsh tone. A tone which Charles knew not to underestimate. “You even look at her with any ill intent I’ll do more than put you into a wall.” Max shoved Charles back before he returned to where you were now finishing up your last interview before you headed to your podium. “Are you okay?” He draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side as he spoke. 

“Yeah I’m fine, he’s just pissed off.”

“Doesn’t mean he can shove you and speak to you like that.” 

“I know.” You gave Max a small smile. “I’ll talk to him after -”

“No, you won’t.” 

“Max I -”

“That cunt isn’t going anywhere near you, even in a car and especially not on a podium.” He smiled back, you forced a smile at his words. Despite how much you and Charles hated one another you felt the need to speak to him, even if Max wouldn’t approve. 

—

You’d spent the last five minutes attempting to zip your dress up but to no avail you were left unsuccessful. After Redbull’s podium you, your brother and a few other drivers decided to head to a club to celebrate. It was normal that a lot of drivers would spend the evening together after a race, a few would rarely attend but the Verstappens were always at the party scene. 

Clutching the front of the dress you waltzed over to your phone, ready to dial Max or your sister for help when a knock at the door grabbed your attention. Thinking it was Max you spoke aloud as you opened the door. “Thank fuck you’re here Max, I can’t get my dress zipped up -” You jumped out of your skin when your eyes met the mesmerising ones of Charles Leclerc. He stood before you with his shirt hanging over his shoulder, drenched in sweat. Your eyes didn’t want to wander (liar) but they did. It was no secret that Charles was beautiful and as much as you hated him you couldn’t deny that the man looked as if he was sent down from the Gods themselves. 

“Is there a reason you’re at my door shirtless?”

“I went on a run.” 

“And you didn’t think to change?”

“Why is it distracting you?” His cockiness began to show. 

“You’re not Gasly so we should be fine.” You mirrored his attitude before silence fell upon you both.

“Sorry, I should’ve messaged and asked if you were free.” He breathlessly spoke. “Can I come in?” You nodded, holding your dress closer to your chest as you let the man in before quickly shutting the door. “Do you need help with that?” He gave a light smile as he nodded towards your situation.

“Please.” Your voice was quiet as he threw his shirt on your bed and moved behind you. He effortlessly moved your hair onto your shoulder so he could focus on your zip. His hands delicately moved down your back, touching your skin which made you jump slightly at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. 

“It’s just me…” His breath hit your neck as he spoke. 

“The same man that shoved me after the race today-”

“The same woman who shoved me into the wall on the track.” 

You laughed lightly at his response. “Touche Leclerc.” 

Charles treated you like you were priceless, his hands gently touched you as he slowly zipped up your dress. The heat from his body could be felt on your skin which only made your mind run, God who wouldn’t want him? “It’s a nice colour.” Referencing the red of the dress he moved your hair back off your shoulder before stepping back. “I need to talk to you.” Sitting on your bed he looked up at you whilst you smoothed your dress down. “I’m sorry for earlier, I shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone. I was pissed off because of what happened and I should’ve spoken to you about it privately.” 

You nodded at his words before taking a step towards him. “I shouldn’t have shoved you off the track like that-” 

“I don’t blame you for that.” He cut you off. “I would’ve done the same…” He smiled. “And I have done that before.”

You thought back to the Grand Prix from Spa two seasons ago. You saw a gap and you went for it but Charles wasn’t letting you get pole that easily. He sent you into the barrier and to the local hospital for a suspected head injury. 

“At least I didn’t send you to the hospital.” 

“Yet.” He stood up as he spoke, the pair of you inches apart but this time he was looking down at you. “I’m sorry again Verstappen.” He stepped aside, heading towards your door. 

“Are you not coming out tonight?” You quickly asked him. 

“I’d rather not end up dead when Max sees me.” 

“He’ll get over it.” 

“Will you?” 

“I still hate you, Leclerc.” You smirked as the words left your mouth. He mirrored your expression.  

“Feelings mutual…” Opening the door he went to leave but stopped himself in your doorway. “You look good in red.” His eyes scanned your body before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in your room, the only reminder of his presence was his lingering touch and his shirt he'd left on your bed. 

—

Azerbaijan was the race after Monaco and yet again you’d claimed P1 whilst Charles hadn’t even made pole. You watched him yell at those in the garages and along the pit wall who were evidently at fault for Ferarri's horrific strategy. Clearly feeling a pair of eyes on himself he scanned the crowd until his eyes met yours, your smug grin as you kissed our trophy sent him over the edge. He stormed out of the garages and made his way back to the hotel as fast as he could, not even caring how his PR team would react to him ignoring the interviewers patiently waiting for his thoughts. 

Back at the hotel once the celebrations had died down you grabbed the shirt he’d left in your room back in Monaco. Ironically it was a Ferarri shirt so you had to hide it with your life, if Max had seen it then you wouldn’t have made it to Azerbaijan alive. It had been washed, you couldn’t have it laying around your house drenched in sweat. 

When you knocked on his door a sudden shout made you question if going to his room at this time was a good idea. “Carlos I said I’m fine!” 

“It’s not Carlos.” You replied before his door swung open. Without saying a word he looked down the hallways, making sure no one was looking before he pulled you against his chest and inside of his room. “Fucking hell Charles!” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you steadied yourself against him. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” With his hands on your waist, he steadied you himself as he pulled back slightly to look down at you. 

“I came to give you your shirt back-”

“And you thought now was a good time?” 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” 

“Maybe because I stormed off and now every journalist in this building is attempting to hunt me down for a comment and if they see you coming into my room with my shirt they’ll lose their minds!” 

“Relax there was no one outside.” 

“For now! They’ve been knocking on the door all night.” Slumping down on his bed he ran his hands through his hair. “Why come tonight? Wanted to gloat about winning again?” 

You shrugged, throwing his shirt towards him. “I don’t need to gloat when I know you think about me every single day.” 

“So full of yourself Verstappen.” 

“Hard not to be when you’re one of the best in the world.” Charles rolled his eyes at your words. 

“You aren’t exactly one of the greats-”

“Yet.” You cut him off, taking a step closer to him. “I’m no Schumacher but I’m up there, after all, I was the youngest person to ever win a world championship.” 

“So?” 

“So I’m in control of my racing future, something you clearly don’t have a grip on.” 

“Really?” Charles smirked as he parted his legs, leaning forward he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pulled you into him. He fell back on the bed with you falling on top of him, his hands now moving to your waist, holding you in place. 

“Charles?” You tried to move back but his grip wouldn’t let you. “What the hell was that for?” 

“You think you have control of things but everything can change in a heartbeat.” 

“And you wanted to prove that to me by pulling me on top of you?” 

“Worked didn’t it?”

“It was stupid… like your strategy today.” His smirk dropped at your words, and using his grip on you he flipped the two of you over. 

Looking down at you he spoke. “As if I have any control over that.” 

“But you do.” 

He scrunched his face up at your words. “Hardly-” 

“You told me that you think you have control of things but everything can change in a heartbeat, Ferrari thinks they’re in control of things but you can change it in a heartbeat. Go against them-” 

“And what if it goes wrong?”

“But what if it goes right?” 

You had a point, a point that Charles was thinking very seriously about. If he went against Fearri and won it would prove to them that he could be trusted to make the decisions that Ferarri continued to get wrong. If he got it wrong then he could at least live with the fact that he tried and clearly both he and Ferrari needed to work on things. 

“Lost in thought Leclerc?”

“When you aren’t being a smug prick you actually speak sense.”

“I’ve always spoken sense Leclerc, you just never listen.” 

“Clearly.” His eyes searched yours for a second too long. 

He knew he shouldn’t think about you like he was but after seeing you in the dress and now laying beneath him it was hard not to think about the Verstappen girl as his. Despite the hatred towards you he couldn’t help but think about you by his side. You were stunning and every single driver had tried it on with you well… they tried until Max began to linger around more than he normally did. It was clear to Charles that Max was overprotective when it came to his twin and Charles couldn’t blame him. Constant fliting from every single driver and not to mention interviewers who loved to ask you sexist questions in the hope of a reaction they could use to paint you in a bad light meant Max became your shadow. 

“Mr Leclerc?” A loud voice and hushed whispers sounded from outside his room. 

“There’s still time for an interview!” Another voice called out. 

“Oh just fuck off…” His head fell against your chest as he took a deep breath. “You do realise that if they’re going to camp outside my room until the early hours of the morning for a story then you can’t leave.” He raised his head to meet your eyes again. 

“As long as you take the chair and I’ll have the bed.” A teasing grin spread across your lips as you searched his eyes. 

“Deal.” 

Charles had given you one of his shirts to sleep in and much to your disgust it has his name printed on the back and the Ferarri logo printed on the front. He sat on the edge of the bed in just his boxers, his phone in his hand waiting to get a photo of the Redbull stargirl in his shirt with his name on her back. 

“It’s hideous.” You called out to him from his bathroom. 

“Oh come on y/n you don’t look that bad, I know you’re related to Max but-” You swung the door open, your eyes burning into his smiley expression. “Turn around.” His smile grew as you turned around. Raising his phone he took a quick picture before holding it up to you. “Well, that’s my new lock screen sorted.” If looks could kill Charles would be buried six feet under. 

“Delete that!” You jumped forward, straddling him in an attempt to grab his phone. His free hand fell to your waist, his eyes flickered down as he watched his shirt ride up your body. You were going to be the death of him. 

“I’ll make you a deal Verstappen.” 

“Go on.” 

“Let me pass in Canada and I’ll delete it.”

“If I let you pass you have to wear a Redbull shirt with my name on the back.” 

“Deal.” You gave him a quick glance before moving off your rival and sat in the chair he was meant to sleep in. 

“So if I let you pass are you going to challenge Ferarri and their shit strategies?” 

“You’ve convinced me you know.” He moved his duvet to cover his slight problem, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you but that was something to tease him for another night. “It might all go wrong but it might all go right.”

“Exactly and you didn’t get that seat by following the rules.”

He laughed at your words. “You sound like my Dad.”

“He’d be so proud of you Charles.” 

You’d grown up with Charles and therefore knew his Dad. The day he passed you’d never seen someone so broken. Charles did his best to keep himself together for his family but you saw straight through him. You caught him sobbing in the garages and without a thought, you knelt down beside him and wrapped your arms around him and let him cry into your chest for however long he needed. You two didn’t utter a word during the interaction and you never spoke about it after.

His eyes softened at your words, his gaze never leaving yours. “Thank you, I hope so.”

“He would be, never doubt that Leclerc.”

“I didn’t know you could be so kind.” Smirking he spoke again. “Thought the Verstappens were stone cold.”

“Liar.” You matched his facial expressions.

“How’s your Dad? Still as brutal as he once was?” Charles didn’t even know half of it, sure he’d heard rumours but he never knew the truth about yours and Max’s childhood.

“Of course, he never changes.” Charles watched as your eyes left his gaze and fell to the floor. He watched as you tugged at the hem of his shirt before you spoke again. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I’d gone to live with my Mum and Victoria but I guess I wouldn’t be here now.”

“Do you miss her?”

“All the time. The problem is me and Max travel all the time for work, Victoria has her own life and when my Dad is at the races my Mum won’t turn up.” He nodded, unsure of what to say but you beat him to it. “But I have Max and without him, I’d be lost.”

“You’re lucky you have one another.”

“So are you and your brothers, especially Arthur. One day you’ll be racing alongside one another.” 

“My Mum would hate it.”

“Why?”

“She’d be worried that we’d fall out, too busy fighting one another on the track and off the track.”

“Maybe if he joins Ferarri the two of you can bond over how shit the cars are.” 

He laughed at your statement, throwing his head back as he shifted in his spot. “Do you and Max ever argue over the races?”

“More as kids but now that we’re in F1 we never argue, it’s a rarity if we do. You and Arthur will be fine.” 

His smile never faded. “I hope so. We’ve all come a long way from karting.”

“Who would’ve thought?” 

“Thought you would’ve got bored of overtaking all us lads.” His smile turned to a smirk. 

“I’ll never get bored of overtaking you, Leclerc.” 

The pair of you spent the night talking over your childhoods, spending hours on end reminiscing the karting days and the more recent races. In this moment anyone would’ve thought the two of you had been friends for years, the way you two laughed with one another made you wonder why the pair of you had ever been as rude to one another as you once were. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. 

Hours passed and Charles watched as you fell asleep in the hotel chair. A soft smile spread across his lips as he gently picked you up bridal style, his smile growing as he watched your head fall against his chest. He slowly lowered you down onto the mattress before joining you. Pulling the duvet across yours and his body he then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. 

“If only you weren’t Max’s sister.” He muttered before falling asleep beside you. 

—

Canada was your next race and Charles didn’t lie when he said he was going to take your advice. You kept your end of the deal up and let him pass but that didn’t mean you’d let him win. In the end, you’d managed to overtake him and finished in P1 and Charles was right behind you in P2. The pair of you couldn’t stop smiling at one another whilst you shared one of many podiums together. The interaction was something Max couldn’t keep his eyes off of, one minute you were sending Charles into a barrier and the next, the pair of you were dousing one another in champagne. 

“God I hate this colour!” Charles yelled from your hotel bathroom. 

“Navy looks good on everyone-”

“Not me.” He stood before you in your room, holding up his end of the deal he was wearing a shirt with your name on the back. 

“Show me the back.” The brunette reluctantly turned around. Much like he’d done with you, you took a picture of him. “My name looks good on you.”

“Mine looked better on yours.” He smirked back at you before the two of you burst into laughter but the happiness between you both didn’t last long.

Silverstone was arguably one of your favourite tracks, Max always seemed to struggle but you thrived on the historic track. Your words stayed in your rival's mind so much so that Charles won the race with you trailing in P2. P2 was a result any parent would be proud of for their child, especially in a sport as competitive as Formula 1. Max had to retire the car after three laps due to an engine failure so your Dad was already in a shitty mood and his daughter losing out to her rival had tipped him over the edge. 

Your team pulled you into large hugs, especially Christian who congratulated you with open arms but Jos didn’t even look at you. You tried to not let his attitude get to you but the memories of your childhood swarmed your head. Charles took his opportunity and poured his bottle of champagne down your neck which made you spin around and drench him in yours. The sight only angered Jos even more. He couldn’t believe you were acting like this after coming second and especially with Charles Leclerc.

After your interviews, Christian informed you that Jos wanted to see you in the garage. Brilliant. With a deep breath, you kept your head down and walked into the Redbull garage. “Dad? You wanted to see me?” 

He was leaning against your car, closely inspecting the machine before him. “What was that?”

“What was what?” 

“The race? P2? Really y/n?” 

“Dad I was still on the podium-”

“Not at the top you weren’t!” His voice grew. 

“Charles was the only driver that beat me, it was a close race… the car-”

“Stop blaming the car! It was your lack of skill-”

“My lack of skill? I’m a world champion I have enough skill-”

“Evidently not! You can’t even beat a man who isn’t even a world champion!” As he screamed he let his fist hit collide with a set of tools set beside you both. The sudden loud noise made you jump but that didn’t stop Jos. “You don’t become a world champion by coming in second, is Leclerc a world champion? No, he’s not, you wanna know why?” Jos stepped closer, his voice growing. “Because he’s a shit driver, he’s a pussy who can’t even make a decision, he doesn’t know whether to hit a wall or pit!”

“He’s a good driver…” Your voice was suddenly low. 

“What did you say?” Jos taunted.

“He’s a good driver…” 

“A good driver?” Your Dad scoffed. “If he’s your definition of a good driver then it’s no wonder why you didn’t win today.”

“Dad I’m still on track to win the championship this year, P2 isn’t a bad result.” 

“I didn’t raise you to come second, I raised you to win. If you can’t do that maybe you should rethink your career.” 

“Dad please-”

“Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed for you?” 

“Dad this isn’t about you-”

“You’re so selfish y/n. Do you think I wanted to get my daughter into F1? I always knew Max would be better than you. You’re lucky he has the talent he does because without it you wouldn’t be here and you know it.” He grabbed a tool and threw it towards the car, letting it bounce off close to you, yet again you jumped at his actions but this time tears threatened to spill. “You’re lucky that car is decent. You made me look like an idiot today and so did your brother, he was just lucky it was the car and not his lack of skill.” Jos stormed out of the garage, leaving you alone to sob your heart out. 

Your breathing started to quicken and the tears started to spill down your cheeks. Anytime Jos snapped at either you and Max the pair of you would be there for one another but Max was nowhere to be seen. He was more than likely hiding away from Jos in his room. Your hands clutched the side of the car as you attempted to steady your breathing but nothing was working, your body was shaking with fear as a panic attack swarmed your body but unbeknown to you Charles had been listening in the whole time.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Charles pulled you from the car and into his arms, you fell into his touch as the two of you slumped against the wall, falling to the floor as he pulled you close. “Shh, don’t cry… y/n you’re safe.” His hands cupped your face, tilting your head to look up at his. His thumbs quickly swiped away your tears as you continued to cry. “He can’t hurt you, I promise you I won’t let him ever do that again…”

“I’m sorry…” Your tears damped his hands. 

“What are you apologising for?”

“I- I don’t know…” Your head fell against his chest, your breathing speeding up yet again. 

“y/n please listen to me… I need you to listen… name three things you can see.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed at his question. 

“Trust me, name three things you can see.”

“Umm… you, the car and uh mechanic tools.”

“Three things you can smell.”

“Champagne, metal… you know from the cars… burnt rubber.” Your body had stopped shaking and your breathing was slowing down. 

“Three things you can feel.”

“You… the champagne still on my suit… umm… my race suit?”

He looked down at you, a smile on his lips as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Perfect.”

“Why did you ask me that?”

“Stopped the panic attack, didn’t it?” You hadn’t even realised that you’d stopped shaking and your tears had slowed, your body was closer to his as he spoke. “When my Dad died I couldn’t stop getting panic attacks and my Mum would always ask me those questions and it would always work.” You smiled into his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it.”

“Why were you outside?” Pulling away from his chest you looked up at him. 

“I wanted to thank you and well… tell you something.”

“Thank me for what?”

“What you said to me weeks ago, about taking control. I did and I finally won a race this season.”

“Told you.”

“Who knows, maybe if we’d been caught together sooner I could’ve beaten you to a world championship.”

“You’re still driving a Ferarri Leclerc.”

“Maybe I’ll join Redbull one day.”

“You think you could take Max’s seat?”

“Was more thinking of your seat.” His face lit up after seeing you break into a smile. 

“Dream on Leclerc, you’ve got a better chance of winning a championship with Ferarri.” You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed at your words. “Charles?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you want to tell me?” 

He hesitated and now it looked as if he was the one who was going to break into a panic attack. “I’m sorry if this is rash or I’ve read everything wrong but I can’t keep this to myself anymore, y/n I like you and never in my life did I ever think I’d ever fall for my childhood rival, especially a Verstappen but that night we spent together when we were hiding from the press just felt different. Everything from the conversation to the way you fell asleep on my chest just felt right. I know you may not feel the same but even if you don’t I need to tell you, even if it means your brother will kill me… I-” 

Your hands cupped his jaw before putting your lips on his. Charles didn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap, deepening the kiss as his hands trailed down your race suit. Your hands raked through his hair, tugging on his locks which made him groan into the kiss. In that moment everything bad that had happened to you that day had disappeared. Eventually, you both pulled back, breathlessly looking into one another's eyes. 

“Why did you have to be a Leclerc?” You smiled at him. 

“And why did you have to be a Verstappen?” 

—

That was two years ago. Two years ago the two of you had decided to make it official and two years were spent hiding it from Max and the rest of the world. Today was the first race of the season and you and Charles were spending the time you had left before having to pretend to hate one another. Your head was resting on his chest, your nails tracing his skin whilst his hands made their way through your hair. 

“How are you feeling about this season?” You moved your head to look up at him. 

“Confident enough to beat you.” He smirked down, his hands moving your hair from your face. “Can’t let you win a fourth championship, can I?” Last season you’d won and Charles had come second, Max had won the year before and Redbull had claimed the constructors championship for the sixth year in a row. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself already Leclerc, it’s only the first race.”

“Every race counts Verstappen.” 

He leant down and planted his lips onto yours, his hands moving to cup your jaw whilst the other grabbed your hip and moved you to straddle him. He tugged at your bottom lip which made you moan at his actions. The hand once cupping your jaw trailed down your chest and made its way underneath your shirt. Pushing your shirt higher up he moved away from the kiss and pulled your shirt off your body, leaving you in just your underwear before him. His hands reached up to your boobs, cupping them and smirking as you let out a soft moan. His head turned to look at the clock beside his bed. 

“We’ve got time.” 

“If it’s anything like your driving we’ll be late.” Your flushed face smirked at your own words. Rolling his eyes Charles flipped the two of you over as he replied. 

“Shut up y/n.” His lips connected with yours as the two of you shared one last moment with one another before having to face the cameras. 

Bahrain was always a spectacle. Being the first race of the season meant more eyes than ever before were on you. The race was about to be underway, Charles was starting at the front, you were in P2 and Max was in P3. As you climbed into your car Charles turned his head and winked although his wink was more like a forced heavy blink. No matter how many times he did the action it always made you smile. Making sure no one was looking he quickly mouthed ‘I love you’ before getting in the car. You mouthed back to him, a smile on your face before putting your helmet on and getting into the car. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go! Verstappen gets a good start but Leclerc is holding off as best he can!” You may be his girlfriend but Charles would never let you pass easily but you didn’t need his kindness. After a few laps, you were able to overtake Charles, he was still firmly behind. 

After thirty laps you decided to pit before coming out behind your boyfriend. It didn’t take long for your tyres to warm up and within a few laps, you’d overtaken your boyfriend again. Just like the past few seasons, Redbull had completely dominated the tracks and now you were slowly coming up behind Pierre Gasly. Gasly had been given the instructions to let you pass and reluctantly he did so. As the Frenchman reluctantly moved out of the way he suddenly lost control of his car as he went around a corner, his car spun and hit yours and driving at hundreds of miles an hour, your car went flying into one of the barriers. 

The second your car collided with a barrier and Gasly spun out a red flag was immediately deployed on the track. “y/n are you okay?” You heard the familiar voice of Christian through your radio. Your whole body screamed in pain as you attempted to leave the car but it was too much. Your head fell back as you took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself when a sudden surge of heat started to warm your body. 

“Shit.” You mumbled and suddenly instincts kicked in. Despite the surge of pain you quickly scrambled to get yourself out of the car. Just as you started to climb out your head began to spin and before you knew it, everything went black. 

Meanwhile, Charles was slowly driving up to the scene before him. “Red flag, red flag, go slow and return to the pits.” His radio filled his ears. 

“What’s happened?”

“Verstappen and Gasly had an incident, both cars are out.”

“Are they okay?” 

“Gasly is out, no word from Verstappen yet.”

As the words filled his head Charles looked at the sight before him. A Redbull car clearly displaying your number on the side was being swarmed in flames. He didn’t think for a second. Charles stopped his car and quickly jumped out, little did he know your brother was following suit. The pair of them didn’t get far before being stopped by the stewards who begged them to return to their cars and head back to the pits. 

An ambulance quickly arrived and Charles and Max watched you being stretched onto the vehicle before being taken to a nearby hospital. “Why did you run out?” Max asked as he turned on his heel and returned to his car. 

A teary-eyed Charles looked at your brother, his breathing getting worse as he knew he had to tell Max what was really going on. “Max I’m sorry… we should’ve told you-”

“Told me what?” His patience had left his body. “Fucking hell spit it out, Leclerc!” 

“I love her Max! We’ve been together for two years and now she’s in a fucking ambulance and I don’t know if she’s okay… fuck what if she’s seriously hurt?” His hands ran through his hair as tears started to fall down his cheeks, panic taking over. 

At this moment Max wanted to rip him limb from limb. He wanted Charles to be in the back of that ambulance not you but the sight of him breaking down into tears and on the verge of a panic attack he couldn’t even let those thoughts come to fruition. If what he said was true and the two of you were together then it was clear he cared for you. No sane person would ditch their car and run out onto a track with cars driving fast enough to kill someone in an instant unless they really cared for them. Max took a step forward and pulled Charles in for a hug. Charles didn’t care if he was taken off guard by Max’s actions, he wrapped his arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. 

“She’ll be okay,” Max spoke. “Let's get back to the pits and I’ll drive us to the hospital.” Your boyfriend nodded as he pulled away before he and your brother made their way back to the pits.

—

“Hello Miss Verstappen I’m Doctor Sharp.” You’d just climbed back into your race suit after some routine checks as a tall blonde woman began speaking to you. “You’re results from the scan are normal, we suspect you fainted due to the crash impact and the panic.”

“So I’m okay?” You asked. 

“You are.” She smiled. “I’ve forwarded the information to your race principal as your brother didn’t return my calls.”

“Who’s winning the race?” 

She laughed at your words. “You could have received a very serious head injury yet all you can think of is Formula 1? Well Russell is leading, Piastri is running P2 and Hamilton is in P3.” 

“You a fan of F1?” 

“I am which is why I was rather surprised to see you in here, never did I think a Verstappen would crash out.” You laughed gently at her words. 

“We all have our off days.” 

“We do indeed Miss Verstappen.” She handed you some medication. “There are some strong painkillers for you. Take them twice a day, I recommend morning and evening to help you through the day and sleep. The pain should subside in a couple of days but you have a month's supply in there. Any therapy you do for your skin should be done more often now, hot baths or showers will be your best friend for a while.” 

“Thank you.” 

“I have requested for a taxi to take you home or someone to come pick you. Again, I called your brother but I’ve had no reply-” 

“y/n!” Max’s voice cut the doctor off. Both he and Charles swung the doors open and sprinted to your bedside. “Is she okay?” Max asked the woman by your side. 

“She’s fine, she just took a big knock. You’re lucky you have fireproof suits otherwise the outcome would have been a lot worse.” She now turned to you. “You can come home with them, just tell reception when you leave. I’ll leave you to it.” She winked before leaving you with your brother and boyfriend.

“I’m going to fucking kill Gasly, absolute twat. Wasn’t that hard to let you through!” Max spat as he came to your side. 

“Max it was a mistake-”

“A mistake that could’ve cost your life!” 

“But it didn’t, I’m fine. It’s not like he meant it.” Your eyes flickered over to Charles who was standing watching the two of you with tears in his eyes. “Hello, Charles.” You wondered how he’d managed to travel with your brother without Max killing and questioning his actions. 

“Hi, y/n…” His voice broke as he spoke. 

“I know by the way.” Max grabbed your attention. “He told me.” 

“Told you what?” 

“You must’ve hit your head if you can’t remember that he’s your boyfriend.” Max smiled. “Look we’ll talk about it later but just know this as long as you’re happy then that’s all I care about but this doesn’t mean I like him.” 

Your hand fell on top of Max’s. “Thank you.” You fell into his chest, the two of you embracing in a hug. 

“I’m glad you’re okay. I knew you would be.” He laughed slightly as he pulled back. “I’ll leave you two, I’m just going to call Mum and Dad and let them know you’re okay.” He backed off to the door. “Try anything and I’ll put you through the wall.” Max glared at Charles before leaving the room. 

Within seconds Charles had his lips pressed onto yours, his hands cupping your jaw as he savoured every single second of the kiss. “He might be my best friend but I’m going to kill Gasly too.” You both smiled at his words. “How are you, my love?”

“My body aches but I’m fine, she’s given me medication so I should be okay.” 

“Thank God.” He planted another short kiss on your lips. “Look, I’m sorry that I told Max. It wasn’t my place and we should’ve told him together but seeing the fire and you in the ambulance I just couldn’t control my emotions, he asked why I just got out of my car and I told him. I’m sorry-”

“Charles you don’t need to apologise. I need to speak to Max about it. I shouldn’t have left it 2 years to tell my brother… my Dad is going to kill me.”

“For what part? The race or dating me?” 

“Both.” Your smile returned to your lips. 

“I won’t let him. He won’t ever raise his voice to you again.”

“My knight in shining armour.” You both broke into smiles before Charles kissed you once more. 

Max would never approve of the idea of you and Charles dating but it was something he would slowly warm up to although he’d never let Charles win whether he was your boyfriend or not and neither would you. He could ask you to marry him and you’d still make sure he’d never win as long as you were on the track. Your Mum was over the moon and loved Charles like he was one of her, your Dad on the other hand acted like you’d just thrown your career down the drain. The fans… well… they were ecstatic. 

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 4

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Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut, fluff ish 

Word Count: 3.6K

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The dinner felt like a lifetime and Mick’s teasing didn’t subside and neither did your attitude towards him but after years of media training, you could quickly hide your emotions. Max on the other hand, not so much. If looks could kill then Mick would more indefinitely be dead although, his Mum and Mick’s Mum clearly didn’t pick up on his disgust towards his former friend. 

“So y/n,” Mick’s Mum caught your attention as you did your best to ignore her son. “How are your family?” Her smile infected you, she always had that effect on people. 

“They’re good although I don’t see them as much as I’d like to. I mainly spend the downtime before another race on my own.”

“y/n!” Gina’s ecstatic voice made you look up from your food. “You haven’t been to the ranch in years, there’s a break before Spain. Come and ride the horses like old times with me!”

“Well if you did you wouldn’t be alone,” Mick spoke. 

“Come on y/n, Billy misses you.” Gina referenced her horse. “And I never get to see you anymore.”

You couldn’t say no to Gina. She was a walking bundle of joy no matter where she was. She always had the power to make even the saddest of people smile. “I’ll think about it.” You smiled back at her. “I may see my parents soon, seeing as they don’t come to the races-”

Mick’s Mum suddenly spoke. “They still haven’t attended a race yet?” Her brows arched at her own question. 

“Not any since I’ve joined Redbull. They’re just busy all the time and Formula 1 isn’t really their scene.”

“How so?” Gina asked. 

“Too many rich people.” 

Mick let out a light laugh at your words, his gaze falling to you as he interjected. “Do they know who their daughter is? And the sport she’s in?”

“Well considering I’m never home anymore I’m sure they’re aware.” Your smile was sarcastic as you met Mick’s gaze, something that boiled Max’s blood even more. Knowing the truth behind the two of you he knew Mick was only ever going to taunt you for his own personal gain, anyone that smug didn’t deserve an ego boost. 

“Do they still work?” Mick asked despite knowing the answer to his question. 

“They do, they won’t let me retire them-” 

“Well to me they seem very proud, not the type to scream from the rooftops.” Max quickly butted in, sending a reassuring smile towards you as the words left his lips. 

“Can’t imagine why they wouldn’t scream from the rooftops though,” Despite Max’s attempt to end the conversation about your family, Mick clearly wanted to continue. “It’s not every day someone like you climbs to the top-”

“Someone like me?” Your head snapped to the side, sending a glare towards the blonde. Your actions alone made his hand jump from your inner thigh. “What someone with no money? No status in your world-”

“That’s not what I meant…” His words were stern, almost like he was talking down to you. 

“You sure Mick?” 

“y/n I meant someone who doesn’t have family in the industry-”

“So a status in the industry?” 

“Don’t make this a big thing.” His voice fell to a whisper before he spoke louder. “Not like that, I meant a foot in the door. You and Lewis have a similar story.” 

You wanted to yell something back at him, believing he was implying something different when Max’s phone suddenly sounded. Excusing himself from the table he walked away leaving everyone in silence to finish their drinks whilst he paced the restaurant. 

“Take your hand off my thigh.” You spoke through gritted teeth at the man who quickly obliged with your request. 

“y/n I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Imply what Mick? That I wasn’t rich enough for your sport? That I wasn’t at a high enough status for you?” 

“No.” His eyes poured into yours. “Money doesn’t matter in this sport-”

“Of course the rich guy who got here because of his Dad would say that.” Rolling your eyes you slumped back in your chair. 

“You know it wasn’t easy for me.”

“But easier for you than me.” You hit back at his words, taking Mick back. As he opened his mouth to reply Max’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention. 

“I’m really sorry guys I’m going to have to leave. My neighbour just called and Jimmy managed to escape the flat and now he’s hiding in my neighbour's house. He has a dog so poor Jimmy is stressed out. I’m grabbing a flight now.” Max turned to you. “Can you make your way back to the hotel? Or shall I call you a car?” 

Smiling at the brunette a smirk filled your face as you spoke. “I’ll be fine Max, I can get Gasly to come and pick me up.” 

Smirking back at your words, knowing you were only trying to piss Mick off he spoke. “I’ll text him a heads up.”

“I can take you back.” Mick now mirrored your and Max’s expression. “I think Gasly mentioned he was heading back to France early, he had a dinner planned with his parents.” 

Brilliant. 

“It’s fine, I’ll call Oscar.” Your words took Mick back by surprise. 

“Oscar? The reserve driver?”

“Nothing gets past you, Mick.” 

“Didn’t even know he was capable of even talking to a woman.” He muttered, his attitude showing. 

Max said his goodbyes before heading off to his flat seemingly several hundred miles away. It wasn’t long till everyone else said their goodbyes and made their way to the car park. Unlike everyone else you stood just outside the restaurant door, scrolling through your phone and wondering who you could call to come and pick you up, Settling on Daniel you were about to call him when a familiar voice pulled up beside you. 

“You know it’s getting late.” Mick looked down at you, hands in his suit pockets. “I don’t want you out here on your own.”

“Since when did you care about my well-being?” 

“Just because we ‘hate’ one another doesn’t mean I don’t look out for you.”

“Does that include during the races?”

“Daer God no.” His smile grew. “I thought me pushing you into the wall would’ve answered that question for you.”

“So you’re admitting it?”

“No one else will believe you.”

“I think a few Redbull fans will.” 

He shrugged. “They can believe all they want.” His head turned to look down at you. “I still have the Championship.” 

“Because you cheated.”

“Oh y/n let it go.” He pulled out the keys to his car before walking over to the passenger door. He opened it before looking back at you, a silent beg to get in the car. You could wait for Daniel but your bed was calling your name and you could ignore Mick if you really wanted to. 

“You know Max and Christian will kill you if they see me leaving your car.” Your heels sounded on the concrete as you obliged and climbed into his car.

“Well,” He closed the passenger side door before jogging around to his door. “Good thing Max is on a plane right now and Christian is probably fast asleep.”

“Lucky bloke.” 

“Can join me in my bed if you’d like-”

“You didn’t win so no.”

“Give it time.”

Most of the car ride was silent, thankfully. The only sound was the softness of the radio pouring from the speakers of the car. Mick quietly tapped his steering wheel as he drove, humming every now and again if he recognised a song on the radio. Occasionally he’d turn his head and look over to you, almost like he was preparing himself to say something.

“Is something bothering you Mick?” You broke the silence. 

“No.” His gaze flickered to you again. “Why?”

“You keep looking over at me.”

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not? Am I not allowed to look?”

“It’s not that you’re not allowed more not wanted.”

“Can’t help you look good in that dress.”

“I’ll let Pierre know, he picked it.” Your smug grin caught his attention. 

“I bet he did.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you must.”

“Are you really fucking Gasly?”

“Why do you automatically jump to me sleeping with other drivers?”

“Because if the two of you were dating I’m sure you wouldn’t have jumped at the idea of sleeping with me again.” His eyes danced over to meet yours. “Unless you just couldn’t help yourself…”

“I was drunk when I agreed to that.”

“Could’ve backed out.”

“You wouldn’t let me.” 

Mick laughed at your words. “Very fair point y/l/n… but you still didn’t answer my question.” 

“Is it any of your business?”

“Well, considering I’m sleeping with you I’d rather not share.”

“You always did have a tinge of jealousy to you.” 

“Not always, you can flirt with as many men as you want but at the end of the day I know that when I’m at the top of the podium you’ll be coming home with me.”

“And when you’re not?”

“You’re too busy out celebrating to even think of another man, you’ve always been the type to sacrifice any relationship for your success.” 

“You’re one to talk.”  

“That wasn’t the sole reason why I called it quits.”

“Then what was it? The real reason?” 

“It’s complicated y/n.” He pulled up to the hotel car park. 

“No, it’s not Mick. You still wanted the luxury of taking home as many girls as you could-”

“Oh come on, you know I’m not like that.”

“You act like it at times.”

Rolling his eyes he turned his car engine off. “I’ll never convince you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t- Shit!” Slumping down in your seat as far as you could your hands attempted to cover your face. 

“What are you doing?” Mick scrunched his face up in confusion. 

“It’s Christian!” Mick scanned the car park before meeting the dull eyes of Christian Horner. “Shit Mick just drive away!”

“Drive away? He’s just watched me pull in here!”

“Then do something!”

“Like what? I can’t just make him leave!”

“Try anything! He’ll kill me if he sees me with you!” 

“Fine.” Mick clambered out of the car, locking his vehicle behind him as he caught the attention of Christian Horner. You honestly thought his plan was to just head back into the hotel, exchanging words with Horner until he was out of sight before coming back to get you but as time passed on that plan you thought he had quickly faded.

You: Where are you? 

Mick: Got caught up with Toto, I’ll come to get you soon

You: Are you serious Mick? I’m locked in your car

Mick: At least the seats are comfy

You: Mick please hurry up

Mick: I’ll try

You: No come now

Mick: Toto bought me a drink at the bar, I can’t exactly run off

You: Yes you can, tell him you need to go or that you left something in your car

Mick: And then he catches us together?

You: Mick, please

Mick: Please what my love?

You: Just hurry up

You could feel his smirk through the phone which only pissed you off more. Getting up from your crouched position you sat back in your seat, your head fell back as your eyes quickly shut. Sleep slowly took over your body as you did your best to get comfy in Mick’s car seats. At this point you didn’t even care who saw you in his car, you were good at lying and a good lie would easily get you out of your situation although little did you know you wouldn’t be sleeping long in your rival's car.  

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Sunlight disturbed your sleep, causing your eyes to squint open. Raising your hands to cover your face you groaned at the feeling of being awoken. You had every intention to quickly drift back to sleep when a voice caused your eyes to burst open. 

“Morning pretty girl.” Bolting up your eyes met Mick’s who was sitting in a chair opposite the bed you were currently in. “Sleep well?”

“Is this your hotel room?” Ignoring his question your eyes scanned your surroundings. 

“Well it isn’t yours.” Mick replied as he brought a mug to his lips. 

“How did I get here? Did we…?”

“No we didn’t.” A light chuckle fell from his lips. “I planned to walk back in the hotel with Christian when Toto saw me, he asked if I wanted a drink and I couldn’t exactly say no, could I?”

“I mean you could’ve.”

“It’s Toto Wolff you don’t say no.” Rolling your eyes at the man he quickly continued after a light pause. “Anyeay, he bought me a drink and we got to talking, I did try and get away but you don’t run away from Toto Wolff. When I got back to my car you were asleep, I couldn’t just leave you there so I brought you back here. Your dress is over there,” He pointed to your dress which was currently draped over the bathroom door. “I did my best not to look but I wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in that, it looked so uncomfortable.” 

“Thank you, Mick.” Surprisingly the pair of you shared a small smile that didn’t have an underline of sarcasm laced to it. 

“You’re welcome.” He moved over and handed you a plate of breakfast. “I’ve booked a late check out for this room and yours so I’ll leave you to it.” He grabbed his things before he walked over to you. Leaning down he planted a kiss on your head, a gesture which took you off guard entirely. “I’ll see you in a few days when I take P1.” Sending you a wink Mick quickly left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

He didn’t need to do what he did. He could’ve easily left you in his car for the other drivers to see in the morning and Ferrari wouldn’t bat an eyelid at the Stargirl of Red Bull in his car but Christian Horner would. You finished your food in silence before sneaking back to your own room in his clothes, you’d give him his clothes back eventually but you couldn’t lie that they were comfy. Maybe you’d hang on to them for a little longer than you planned. Ironically the next race was the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix which you won, Mick trailed behind in P2 and Lando claimed P3. 

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Miami was in full swing. You could tell you were in America as everything was amplified by 100. Celebrities littered the garages as the race quickly approached. You were starting in P2, Max in P1 and Mick in P3. You and Max were finishing up your preparations for the race, and one thing the pair of you started doing was playing a game of snap. 

Anyone who looked on would’ve thought the two of you were just being childish and didn’t really care about the race ahead but the truth was when you joined Red Bull your anxiety worsened before a race. Max picked up on this almost instantly and posed the idea of doing something to take your mind off what was going on around you both. He posed the idea of playing snap with a deck of cards, the game allowed you to block everything out and completely focus on what was in front of you. Every week he bought different themed cards, last week it was different breeds of cats this week it was zoo animals. 

“Snap!” You called out, pointing to the pile of cards before you both. You both sat crossed-legged on the floor hidden away as you played.  

“That’s three to you and one to me.” Max kept a little notepad in the garages to keep the tallies of every game. At the end of the season the pair of you would add up who’d won the most and whoever lost had to buy drinks for the team at the end of the season celebrations. 

“At this rate, you’ll be buying the drinks in November.” Smirking up at him you shuffled the card deck before splitting it in two.

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint y/n.” He returned the smirk as he looked at his cards. “Ready?”

You nodded as the two of you started to place one card down at a time, the pair of you watching intently at the actions of the other, ready to jump in at any second. Your focus couldn’t be broken until a number of boos and yells sounded at the garage entrance. Both you and Max raised your heads to see Mick Schumacher come strolling towards you both. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Max spat, standing from the floor. 

“I came to speak to-”

“Brilliant you’ve spoken now get the fuck out!” Max blocked Mick from even looking towards you with his frame. 

Mick held his hands up in surrender, a smile on his lips. “That’s no way to talk around your teammate's parents.”

“What?” Max scrunched his face up at Mick’s words before his eyes fell on a couple who looked rather similar to you, standing behind the Ferrari driver. 

You’d now risen from your spot on the floor and were looking towards the scene before you. “Mum? Dad?” You were just as taken back as Max was. Your parents weaved past your rival and teammate to pull you into a hug. “What are you two doing here?” Your eyes glared at Mick. 

“Mick invited us.” Your mother pulled away and smiled at you and Mick. “We couldn’t get here until this morning due to your father’s work but we’re here for the big race!” 

“Heard you’re on track to win the World Championship this year!” Your Dad smiled as he spoke. He was always supportive despite knowing very little about Formula 1. 

“For now,” Mick spoke, his smug smile gleaming at his remark. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. You would never be able to read him, one minute he wanted to take care of you, making sure you didn’t get in trouble with your team principal then antagonising you to the point where you contemplated throwing a punch at his perfect face. 

“You shouldn’t be in here Schumacher,” Max interjected. 

“You’re right Verstappen,” Mick spoke to Max but his eyes never left yours. “Good luck y/l/n. Be safe out there.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage without another word. 

“He seems lovely.” Your Mum put her hand on your arm. “You used to be teammates, didn’t you?”

“That’s what Mick told us.” Your Dad joined in on the conversation. 

“We used to drive alongside one another a few years ago yes, for Haas.” You gave them a light smile, your eyes glued to Mick’s figure slowly fading from your eyesight. 

“He speaks very highly of you.”

“Does he?” Max asked. 

“Oh yes.” Your Dad smiled. “Says you were one of his closest friends.” 

Friends that fucked one another.

“Times change when you get to the top.” Grabbing your helmet you quickly said goodbye to your parents as they took their spots in the garage to watch the race. 

The race wasn’t the cleanest. A collision between Max, yourself and George made Max retire and you had an unfortunate stop to the garages.The pit stop fixing your car which took a little too long made you come out behind Mick. You tried everything to get past him but he was defending with every fibre of his being. You finished the race in P2 whilst he took the win. 

“That was good racing today y/n, really well done,” Christian spoke down the radio. “There’s an investigation against George so we’ll see what comes from that.”

“Won’t take us to P1 but thank you guys for today, good thing we still had one car on the track, how’s Max?”

“He wants Russell’s head on a stick.” You laughed at your team principal's words, you wouldn’t be surprised if Max was waiting for George in the garages. 

“I don't blame him.”

A loud sigh left your lips as you parked your car behind the P2. You knew what it meant if you saw Mick in P1. Another night of hell (liar). Yet your anger didn’t last when you saw your parents standing alongside Christian Horner. The pair of them held your country's flag in their hands, screaming your name. Anyone would’ve thought you’d just become a world champion. 

Leaving your car you ran straight to them, holding them close as they sang praises in your ears. You moved on to the garage team and Max before heading off to the podium, your smile growing on your face. 

“You that excited to sleep with me again?” Mick leaned down and whispered in your ear. The two of you were waiting with Charles to collect your trophies. 

“Not everything’s about you Schumacher.” Mick’s hand trailed down your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“I’ll let you savour the moment with your parents.” You turned your head to meet his gaze. “You can hold up your end of the bet when you come to the ranch.” His lips pecked your forehead before he stepped back, acting like the interaction between himself and you had never happened. 

Well, you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.  

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