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🍾Track 5 - Don't Blame Me

*sorry for the delay folks! I made this chapter a little bit longer because you all have been so patient with me! I got my paper done and my teacher looked over it before I turned it in and she liked it! so I hope you all like this chapter! for Logan I am using Kimi during Lotus for his body claim and then for reader I am using Nico during Renault. the cars are going to be switching*

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“And that is pole mate. Good job!”

Logan was shaking as he took his cooldown lap around the track to get back to the pits. He was wondering if his radio was working correctly.

“Did you say pole?” his voice shakily responded.

“Yep! Great pace and congrats are in order.”

He didn’t respond to that, still in disbelief. As he pulled the yellow and black car into Parc Ferme at the number 1 spot, his head whipped around. He let out a sigh in relief as his eyes landed on your own yellow car pulling into the number 2 spot.

The blond went through his routine of turning off the engine and undoing the steering wheel before standing up and putting it back on. As he was bending down, he felt a slap to his back. Once the wheel had finally been placed in correctly, he turned in the direction of the hand.

He could see your eyes crinkled through the opening of your visor as your hand clasped his. When he felt your glove, he finally recognized that this was not a dream and Logan was on pole for the first time in his career at the Bahrain Grand Prix.

A flash of red also came up beside him and scrunched green eyes followed.

“Mate, you were flying! Your time is so close to almost a one second gap!” he heard Charles say as the three of them took their helmets off so that they could be weighed.

Logan let out a small laugh. “I was just driving.”

You shook your head. “Just driving my ass. Lo, this is unbelievable.”

The American turned his head to look at the other cars slowly pulling in. Max’s car was first in the line, signifying his P4 spot for tomorrow’s race. His face did not look happy as he took his own helmet off and glared at the stewards. Logan shrank in a bit at the sight of the angry Dutchman. When blue eyes met gray, Logan quickly turned his face to the side.

“I think Max might be mad at me,” he muttered to you as you and Charles lined up for pictures. Charles sighed.

“He’s not mad at you mate. He’s mad because they messed up their quali strategies. He was supposed to do three laps but they only let him do one.”

Logan nodded his head and smiled for the flashing cameras. Once they were done and Charles went to be interviewed, Logan looked back at where the Dutchman had been. Only this time, Max was smiling wide as he looked at the two Lamborghini drivers. His hand waved them over. Logan nodded before making his way over to be interviewed after you were done.

You had already found yourself conversing with Charles while Logan went over to Max. Logan was still a bit weary, but his fears melted once he was brought into a giant hug from the Red Bull driver. He sighed a bit and visibly deflated in hug.

Once he pulled away, his eyes landed on some other familiar drivers that made his blood run cold. Alex and Oscar were looking at him like he just ran over their family dog and Lando had a murderous look in his eyes.

Max saw the moment that Logan tensed. His gray eyes followed Logan’s line of sight and he sighed once he saw who he was looking at. He looked back to Logan.

“He, dat is niet nodig. Negeer ze gewoon. Jij staat op pole en zij niet.” (Hey, there’s no need for that. Just ignore them. You’re on pole and they’re not.)

Logan sighed. “Waarschijnlijk eindig ik niet zoals altijd.” (I’ll probably just end up not finishing like always.)

The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “Zeg dat niet. Je heb teen betere auto dan de meeste mensen op de baan. Laat ze niet bij je komen. Je bent een goede chauffeur.” (Don’t say that. You have a better car than most of the people on track. Don’t let them get to you. You’re a good driver.)

Logan felt a bit better at the words being spoken to him. He was glad that he had begun to brush up on his Dutch so he wasn’t as rusty as he thought. He snorted as he looked at the other drivers’ wide eyes as they tried to look like they weren’t listening on their conversation.

He looked over back at you and saw that you were pretending to tap a watch on your wrist. His eyes widened as the noticed the time. He turned to Max.

“I got to go back to the garage. I think Y/n and I were going out to dinner tonight and you’re welcome to join if you want to. George and Lewis are also joining and she was supposed to ask Charles.”

Logan’s head turned back to you as he mentioned your name. Max smiled fondly at how he observed Logan looking at you. Hopefully, for Logan’s sake and mental health, you weren’t as oblivious as someone that was on the receiving end of his own glances.

The American turned back to Max as he waited for the answer. The older man nodded.

“Yeah, just text me the address and I’ll be there.”

Max wished he would have said yes sooner, because the smile on Logan’s face practically rivaled the sun at the acceptance of a dinner invitation.

“Great! I will see you there.”

Logan gave the man a half hug before lightly jogging over to you. You saw the smile on Logan’s face as he got closer.

“Max said he can come to dinner,” Logan mentioned as the two of you began to walk to the garage.

You smiled up at him. “Great because Charles also said that he can come as well. George and Lewis already have the address, and I made sure that the restaurant had vegan options before I gave them the location just in case we needed to change it or something.”

Logan watched as you rattled on about the menu before he suddenly stopped as the two of you were in the hallway. Your brows pinched as you turned to your friend.

“You ok Logs?”

Logan’s face suddenly brightened as he pulled you into a hug. Although you were confused, your arms wrapped around his waist. He dug his face into the top of your head.

“We’re P1 and P2 for tomorrow’s race,” he muttered. You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his sudden stop wasn’t anything too serious.

You pulled back just a bit to look him in the face. As you studied him a bit, you realized how close the two of you were.

Had he always had those green flecks in his blue eyes?

And had you always had that freckle near your top lip?

Logan’s head was a bit bent as he stared down at you. He glanced around as he lightly licked his lips as they had gotten dry in the desert air. His eyes eventually met yours again. His forehead moved down to rest against yours and you were just enveloped in him.

Logan. Logan. Logan.

He took up too much space in your soul, but you didn’t want him to ever leave.

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

You had moved into Logan’s heart years ago and still didn’t pay rent. Good thing Logan wanted to keep you there as long as possible.

“We’re late to debrief.”

A groan escaped his lips as Logan finally let you go. The two of you entered the conference room still wrapped in each other’s arms. Marissa gave Michael a knowing smirk as the two of you sat down next to each other.

The two of you were listening intently at the chosen strategies for tomorrow’s race. It would be a two-stopper with Logan being pitted first to keep the lead. However, if it seemed as though you were faster, you’d be granted the opportunity to race against him.

You truly hope that you were slower. You wanted Logan to show everyone what he could truly do.

Michael knew that the two of you wanted hotel rooms next to each other and that is exactly what he got. However, he warned that Williams was also going to be in the same hotel and to look out for Alex and James. You jokingly said that you probably wouldn’t see them, it was a big hotel.

But now that you were in an awkward elevator ride with Logan, Alex, and James, you weren’t laughing.

Alex had sighed as he pressed a button, keeping his eyes low. He didn’t even want to see what floor the two of you were going to. But, his curiosity got the best of him and his eyes widened when he saw the penthouse buttons pressed. He fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Once Alex and James stepped off the elevator and the doors closed, you and Logan burst into a fit of giggles. You actually had to hold onto Logan to keep standing up straight.

“Did you see Alex’s eyes when he noticed what floor we were going to?” you could hardly get out with all the giggles.��

“James looked like he wanted to die!” Logan helped you out of the elevator since you were still gasping for breath.

“I can’t wait for the press conference when James and Michael are in the same one,” you giggled. “It might not be for a few races though. I think the FIA wants little to no drama.”

Logan sighed as he jumped on the giant bed once he entered the room. It was so nice going from an itchy single bed to a bed that had sheets probably worth more than his first salary. And the smell was so much more fresh. The environment of the room just helped him relax. He’d be lying though if he said he wasn’t nervous about tomorrow.

But that’s why they were going out to dinner tonight, just to get the edge of just a bit before going to bed. It always hurt Logan when he had to go to sleep after a full night of isolation and his own thoughts.

His breath hitched in his throat when you showed him the dress you were wearing for the night. It was tight in all the right places, showing off your strong body. He was glad that you were so comfortable in your own skin, seeing as you were a bit more muscular and wider. But you had to be to do your job. And Logan would pick you any day over anyone.

He let out a low whistle which made you blush under his gaze. You took one of the pillows and threw it at his head.

“We’re going to be late if you don’t get ready now.”

You only got an eye roll in response, but Logan rolled over and got off the bed. You knew he didn’t need a lot of time to get ready, but you wanted to get there early. It was your turn to whistle when Logan walked out in a button up and some slacks.

Logan may have turned a shade of pink as he rolled his sleeves up and sprayed some cologne. He somewhat knew that he was attractive. But, he still couldn’t help but compare himself to people like Lando or Charles.

You grabbed your purse as Logan put his phone and wallet into his pockets. You turned to pout at him.

“Can you drive?”

And how could Logan ever say no to your puppy eyes. He even opened the door for you at the hotel and at the restaurant. You rolled your eyes as you took his hand, slinging your legs over the door frame of the Urus.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

Logan snorted as he led you to the front of the restaurant. It wasn’t anything fancy, but real wealth was silent, or whatever the filthy rich people said.

The man shot a smile at the hostess, and you could see her visibly swoon. You may have felt some jealousy bubble inside your chest, but it went away when Logan’s hand slithered across your lower waist, pulling you into his side.

If it were just the two of you, you would have molded yourself against him. But this was a public place and the main floor was filled. Logan knew this was a possibility and booked a private room, out of sight from any unwanted eyes. (Mainly, he heard that McLaren might host a dinner here and he did not want Oscar or Lando to ruin anything.)

Funnily enough, the two of you were the first ones there. You took a look at your phone and read the messages from the four different guys that they were almost there.

Logan and you took the liberty to get some wine for the table. He almost wanted to be petty and order the most expensive wine possible, just to flaunt a bit, since now he had a salary that rivaled Charles’s or even George’s. Eight figures would do that to a person. But he knew that you liked a more simpler wine when eating food. You claimed it helped the dishes taste better, since your tongue wouldn’t be doused with thick wine.

The waiter had just come back with the bottle, when the same hostess opened the sliding doors, revealing Max, Charles, Lewis, and George. You smiled at them.

“Did you four all drive together?”

Max looked a bit sheepish. “Apparently we’re staying at the same hotel, so we just carpooled.”

“Ah.”

Since you and Logan were already sitting next to each other (definitely for moral support), the rest filled in the round five seater. Charles took a place by you, followed by George and Lewis. Max sat on the other side of Logan.

Charles immediately looked at the menu. “I’ve never been here, but the dishes look fantastic.”

It also helped that there was a plethora of Italian dishes.

“I’ve been here once, like two years ago,” you said before taking a sip of wine. “We, uh Arrow, came to watch the opener since Pato was wanting to start training to be a reserve. I was told that there was a price limit. The limit they gave me didn’t even cover one dish. To my surprise, everyone was able to get what they wanted.”

Lewis looked at you with a pity smile. You waved your hand.

“It was fine in the end. I eventually left, took one of their new Mercedes, and drove to I think Burger King.”

George almost spit his drink out at the story. Lewis smirked.

“Sounds like something my teammate would do. And it would probably be my car he would steal.”

“Hey!”

It wasn’t long before the same waiter came to take the numerous orders. Knowing that everyone had a race the next morning, the dishes were light and protein packed. Lewis was delighted to see that there were many options for vegan dishes.

Towards the end of the meal, the guys asked for the check, not seeing that Logan had already asked for it ahead. He smirked as he quietly slipped his card into the booklet and handed it back. The hostess was nice as she explained that it had already been paid for.

“Mate,” Charles started before Logan held his hand up.

“It’s fine. Not like it’ll do anything to the checking account you know?”

You smirked behind your cup.

Max also had a grin. “You have big boy money now? How much were they paying you at Williams compared to Lamborghini?”

Logan’s eyes looked up slightly as he mentally did the math.

“So Williams ended my salary at 1 million, so,” he winced a bit, “Andretti upped it to 30 million, give or take.”

You huffed. “At least you made it into the millions with Williams. Arrow was paying me around nine-hundred-thousand dollars.”

George asked, “How much were the other drivers making?”

“O’Ward was paid around 4 million.”

Logan’s head whipped to you. “They were paying you that little?”

You only shrugged, really not wanting to talk about your time with Arrow. “It’s fine. I’m getting paid the same amount at Logan so I’m good.”

Around 9 p.m., Max mentioned that they should head back to the hotel. You and Logan agreed. However, as you walked out, your eyes caught familiar people. You scoffed and kept walking. Everyone looked in the direction that your head had been and also saw the big table full of the McLaren team, including Pato and David.

Seeing your reaction, they just kept on walking.

You’d show them tomorrow at the race how much they fumbled.

Arrow and Williams needed to realize that they lost the best things that they.

The next morning, you and Logan were there bright and early to go over last minute things. Logan also definitely found out that he has a staring problem, because his eyes could not leave you as you talked to one of your mechanics.

It was nice to see you in your environment. Logan was also very happy with mechanics and a team that actually listened to what he said and suggested. Williams never did that.

Logan felt peace as he sat in the car, waiting to get on the track. He had never felt like this at Williams. He always felt on edge, like one mess up and he’d be replaced midseason. Maybe if they didn’t put so much pressure on him, he wouldn’t have messed up so many times.

He knew that he could drive well.

“Just remember Logan, Y/n is going to help create a gap. No pressure, just smooth and clear driving,” his engineer Elio said over the radio. He had been thankful for the older man. He kind of reminded him of kind uncle. Not too old to be a grandpa, but older than Logan by almost 20 years.

“Copy. Are we ready to go?”

“Lights out in 5.”

Logan inhaled deeply as he flexed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“And it’s lights out and away we go for the 2024 Bahrain Grand Prix! Logan Sargeant maintains the lead at turn 1, his teammate right behind him. Max Verstappen gets ahead of Charles Leclerc but Leclerc is not going to give up. Oh! What is going on in the back!

It looks like both McLarens have taken each other out at turn 2! Alex Albon has dropped two places and now resides in P17 with teammate Theo in P18.

Sargeant is going into turn 3 and is still ahead with his teammate out of the DRS zone.”

“Ok Logan, it’s a virtual safety car. Keep pace nice and steady.”

“Who was it?”

Elio sighed before responding. “Both McLarens are out, debris is being cleared. Safety car ending in 1 lap.”

Logan wanted to laugh so much on the radio. What were the odds of both McLarens getting out before the first lap of the race.

Karma was Logan’s bitch.

The race remained pretty uneventful after the virtual safety car was lifted. You did an amazing job maintaining pace with Charles gaining and then falling back. It seemed like he was toying with you, but your car was slower on the corners and his car was slower on the straights. It balanced out perfectly.

It was nerve wracking when your engineers decided to call both you and Logan into the pits at the same time for a double stack.

However, people should have never doubted at you and Logan both had pit stops under 2.5 seconds each, letting the two of you keep the lead that you built. You had come out behind some drivers, but they hadn’t pitted at all.

The Lamborghini garage erupted with cheers as you and Logan got closer to the end, still in a respectable 1-2.

“LOGAN SARGEANT WINS THE BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX, FIRST OF HIS CAREER! AND Y/N L/N BRINGS IT HOME WITH A 1-2 FOR THE LAMBORGHINI-ANDRETTI RACING TEAM!

“I know that Michael and Tonino are very happy with this driver set up.

“Charles Leclerc crosses the line with the checker flag in P3 after an intense battle of his own with Verstappen who finishes in P4.”

Logan stood on the nose of his car and just screamed as he hunched over. Every emotion was piling on him and this was the only way of escape. When he was finished, he was pulled down into your waiting arms. The two of you couldn’t help but jump up and down and just congratulate each other.

Charles and Max watched with fond eyes (and maybe cringed when the two of you wouldn’t break eye contact – because they were thinking Is that how we look?).

The smile on Logan’s face could not be wiped off as he stood in the middle of you and Charles for pictures. It never left as he was being interviewed by Nico Rosberg.

“Logan how are you feeling right now?”

He was a bit speechless, but he was able to formulate a sentence.

“Well, it’s just phenomenal, what the team did. I knew I was breaking some hearts of the fans when I couldn’t give them the results that I wanted to give them. Last year, I kind of felt like a play thing for everyone to use, because I just kept being let down.”

Nico put a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I certainly hope that is not the case for this year?”

Logan shook his head. “Not at all. Andretti came to me like some paradise in the darkest part of my life. It just took me a minute to realize that I just needed them, a good team. I’d cross the line for them, figuratively and literally. Just hoping that if I do, my lap times won’t be deleted.”

The German through his head back and laughed at the metaphor. Logan was able to chuckle as well. You quickly switched with Logan after he was done.

This year, they did interviews a bit different and let the race winner go first, followed by runner up and P3.

“Y/n, my my my, that was outstanding with how you built the gap. Mind telling us how you did that?”

You brought the microphone to your lips.

“Well, Nico, it felt like I was wasting my time a bit, and losing my mind, just because it was just me in my little space. Charles and Max really kept me on my toes for the first half, but after the pit stop the gap just kept increasing.”

The blond man smiled at your confession. “You definitely look like you had a good race though.”

You nodded. “Of course. I’ve been told that I get this wild look in my eyes, but racing is just fun for me to do and I love it. I think with some of my initial moves, they were a bit more defensive than what I would like. I know some people are going to be like ‘she’s gone too far this time.’ But in the end, it’s just racing. Charles and I had a great time and Max at the beginning. It was perfect.”

The podium was also the symbol of perfection. For the first time in decades, you got to hear the Star Spangled Banner play before the Italian anthem followed. You saw as Charles swayed back and forth and sang with it, a big smile on his face.

Who doesn’t like the Italian national anthem?

When the champagne came, it was a mess. Charles decided to go after you, and you went after Logan, who tried his best to spray the two of you back. While Charles went to spray his team below, Logan stopped right next to you.

His blue eyes met yours and quickly darted to your lips that were sticky with the bubbly.

He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t blame me, I’m about to do something crazy.”

Logan didn’t wait for your reply and cut the distance between the two of you. You were shocked but quickly registered the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes immediately closed as you kissed back.

Michael, who had gone up to receive the constructor’s trophy, quickly leaned over the rail.

“Marissa, you owe me!” he shouted, making the Lamborghini team laugh. Many of them knew of the bet between the two siblings.

Everyone else was shocked as the two of you were lost in your own little world. Well, you were lost until Charles came back over and dumped the rest of his champagne bottle on your heads. You quickly parted to spray him back. This time, the Ferrari driver was soaked as you and Logan attacked him.

When the three of you stood for the picture, you on Logan’s left, Michael on his right, with Charles the other side of Michael. Your head got closer to Logan’s ear as you all smiled.

“You’re crazy Logan Sargeant,” you whispered.

Logan turned to face you, his bright smile back on his lips.

“I’m not doing love right if it doesn’t make me crazy.”

At the top, Logan missed the dark and pained looks of three drivers. Two in orange and one in blue. They all looked lonely in the sea of yellow and black.

At the top, however, it wasn’t lonely. Logan had all that he needed.

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lamborghini_racing happy drivers, happy boss, happy 1-2 🥳

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lambo_duo AYO THAT'S MY TEAM

papa_tonino grazie a tutti! grande gara! 💛🖤

venus2 grazie mr. tonino! glad we could bring it home first for you!

logangirlie when I say slay, I mean SLAYYYYY 💅

lambo&co GUYS ARE WE JUST GOING TO SKIP THE PODIUM KISS???????

y/n_95 I think I cried a bit when I watched it - they really said childhood friends to lovers

formulala_delulu ngl that 1-2 was sexy. Logan leading by 15+ seconds with y/n in her own untouchable little world

lestappenlove Charles looked like he was going through a crisis when y/n and long wouldn't stop looking at each other in Parc Ferme

verstappenleclerc ikr - he was probably wondering if that's what he and Max look like

bee_lamborghini I just need every race to be like this one

venus2 has posted

venus2 if you aren't crazy then you ain't doin it right 🖤🍾

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American_f1 IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG SINCE THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER WAS PLAYED 🇺🇸

Logan.nation guys, I'm so proud of him. he really defied all the odds and showed them what they gave away! happy driver of the day as well Logan!

lambo_duo the pics go hard 🔥

phoenix95 proud of youuuuuuu 🥳❤️

venus2 i see you've taken Charles's class on instagram comments

charles_leclerc I taught my child well ☺️

lewishamilton your child 🤨

charles_leclerc *our child

loscar_no_more this was amazing (especially after you know who dnf-ed)

my_goat_logan the group picture on the podium was so wholesome

bennys_back DID ANYONE NOTICE BENNY CRYING WHILE HE WATCHED LOGAN?????

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phoenix95 I'll be usin for the rest of my lifeeeee 🐝

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y/ns_world the helmet is peak (the inverted) >>>>>

charlie&y/n she really is Charles's daughter

leclerc_line so we have y/n, the oldest, ollie the middle brother, and Leo as the youngest

shark_leclerk except y/n is also Lewis's kid, Ollie and Leo are Max's

venus2 again with the caption?

phoenix95 yes, and?

venus2 ☹️

maxverstappen1 @.charles_leclerc and @.lewishamilton - your kid made mine and George's kid sad

georgerussell63 put her in timeout 🫵

phoenix95 we're good now (I gave him another kiss)

maxverstappen1 DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW

y/n.nation expert masterclass from y/n today!

lambo_duo her driving is a symbol of perfection!

venus&phoenix the duo we didn't know we needed

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landonorris definitely not what we wanted today, but we'll keep pushing 👊

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lando_no_rizz you'll get back to it in Jeddah

loscar_no_more hmmmm maybe you're just not fit for f1?

logan2sargeant BYE 💀

ln4 next race is where it's at 👊

logangirlie karma at its finest

mclarengoldenboy head up lando, that win is coming!! 🏆

verstappen33 don't worry about lambo, they'll fall apart soon

bee_lamborghini make sure your drivers finish the race before you say something ☺️

norris4ever let's go lando!

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gentle hands find tender hearts — lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader summary - day 1 of testing leaves Lando sore and seeking comfort word count - 2.2k warnings - language, allusions to reader insecurity, otherwise none! note - first piece for f1, please be nice! basically just idiots in love but they're not in denial and are already dating. blame Lando's yt channel for the brainrot and info i've loosely based this on. drop by the inbox, would love to discuss all your thoughts about your fave vroom vroom boys (anons are on) 🤍 feedback always appreciated!

Seeing the green verification light flash on the hotel room card reader might be the best thing Lando’s seen all day. Decidedly the best thing he’s seen since leaving you, a vision in his shirt, behind in the crisply air conditioned room, a sleepy smile on your face after he pressed a final kiss to your forehead. Which, notably, he’d only managed to find after a two-handed effort to sort through your messy hair swathing your face and neck. He’d traded all that in for the Bahrain humidity that’s somehow made itself a home in the aching in his head and the weight he still feels bearing on his neck. Seeing you now, just as pretty as this morning, he’s certain a ‘meh’ day 1 of pre-season testing did not make up for what he’d left behind at 6:45. Not even close.

You’re perched on the king sized bed, white hotel bedding bleached beyond identity, with a book in your hand and Lando wants to cry. Or maybe huff frustratedly. At the very least kiss you immediately. The smile you give Lando upon seeing his head of deflated curls peek around the wall, the one you always give him that reaches your eyes and consumes his soul, has his shoulders sagging. More than 100 laps and hours of data threaten to finally crush him as he drags himself toward you, items falling from his hands in time with his steps. Bucket hat, wallet, key card until it's just him, drained and pouty, eager to demand your comfort. Blindly you dog ear your page, cataloging his schlumpy movements.

“What’s wrong gorgeous?”

A resounding ‘oomph’ leaves your chest as your boyfriend falls against your frame. Strong hands reach under your hoodie seeking soft skin. Even though Lando’s been in the heat all day, it’s nothing like the toe curling, soul unfurling warmth you can provide. These days, he always seems to feel a chill in his chest when you’re not around.

“Shit day,” he grumbles, fabric sticking to his parted lips as he snuggles against your chest. Overwhelming fondness makes your heart ache, a playful quip is briefly delayed. As a distraction, your hands gravitate to mirror his, wrapping around his broad shoulders and back. One comb of your fingers through his mangy curls has them frizzing up, tendrils reaching out to tickle your nose.

“Oh, s’that all?” A sharp pinch between your ribs in retaliation has you tightening your grip in Lando’s hair. Your free flowing giggle encourages Lando to elaborate, his traitorous smile hidden against fabric.

“ ‘M sore. Back, neck… pride.” On instinct, your hand in his hair dips to the natural resting place on the back of his neck. A pensive hum settles on his ears.

“Hmm… Well, suppose you’re lucky you’ve got a girlfriend then.”

A truly minimal effort grumble of confusion is all you get in response. Lando, tired and grumpy, never fails to make you smile. It’s why, with great effort, you wiggle down the bed with him still on top of you, crumpling pillows and pulling up the bottom sheet in your wake, so you can be nose to nose with him. His beautiful baby blues, with a streak of exhaustion, a fleck of frustration, and a halo of tenderness, crack open to regard you. Droopy lids are held open by a combative fondness that overpowers the weight of unmet expectations. You kiss him languidly, a need to rush nowhere to be found. Despite your initiation, you part your lips easily for him letting him control the moment how he wants. Lando always kisses you like it's his last chance, in a way that makes you feel it from your stomach down to your toes. Sometimes you find yourself crossing your fingers that you make him feel the same.

Upon breaking apart you coax him gently, “Lay on your stomach for me? Let me take care of you.”

And Lando resigns to let you. Happily. Defenselessly. Completely. Because you always take care of him. After Sochi, after Carlos left, whenever he loses sight of himself. Your unyielding arms are always ajar for him to crash into.

Lando proves to be absolutely no help as you try to shimmy his hoodie off him, his face pressed into one of four available pillows, arms curled above his head. Your level of struggle makes you giggle, then laugh from your chest, a whine of his name mixed in. Half a cheeky smile is visible from Lando as he peeks an eye open to regard you. He lifts one arm begrudgingly and then the other, allowing you to successfully free his torso.

Gently you lay the hoodie to your side and scan his lean back. You watch his shoulders flex as he shifts again to get fully comfortable, the dimples in his lower back popping in and out. His golden skin, a tan you watched bloom over a long offseason, calls for your careful touch.

One of your thighs raises to straddle the backs of his, finding a comfortable position atop his legs. As if in anticipation of your tenderness, an adorable sigh whistles out through Lando’s nose. Moving just by instinct, your careful hands start at the small of his back, digging in just enough with your thumbs to coax the tension out. Briefly you wonder if the tiny hiss Lando lets out is one of appreciation or if hours in the air conditioned hotel room have left your extremities just on the wrong side of chilly. You’re reassured when a more full chested sigh escapes your boyfriend upon your hands reaching the apex of his shoulders in one long motion of your hands. The look of contentment is already beginning to set in on Lando’s striking face as you continue carefully in fluid, albeit improvised, movements.

There is a stillness in the room that welcomes the almost inaudible efforts of your hands pushing into his muscles and grants permission for your mind to wander. A dull hum from the air conditioning unit aims to harmonize with Lando’s consistent sighs. On instinct you itch to trace a pattern between his birthmarks, taking a moment to appreciate even the smallest parts of him.

As now warmed fingers detour from their ritualistic path up his back, you stop at one mole, marveling that it looks the exact same shade of brown as the coffee was on your second date. A cup of which had steamed up between your eyes as you glanced sheepishly over the porcelain rim at him, hoping he couldn’t see you staring. The waitress had led with ‘how cute a couple the two of you make’ before informing you it was closing time. Lando had not corrected her. Instead he’d offered you his jacket before walking you home. You’d kissed him before you even made it to your street. The tableau, illuminated by a dusty streetlamp, saw you pushing him back with a hand on his chest when you realized you wouldn’t be able to stop if you carried on a second longer. Lando had found it sickeningly endearing.

Another birthmark on your course upwards is a bit lighter, more oval, something like the dirt track he had taken you to watch rallying at with his siblings last winter. You’d shared lip gloss with one of his sisters and been asked for advice on the boy problems of the other. Lando’s brother Oliver realized he didn't even have to ask how serious things were when he’d caught Lando staring at you when he thought no one was watching. Oliver had leant over to ask him a question, only to find Lando didn’t even know who the race leader was as he’d practically not taken his eyes off you. You, just existing. Eager eyes darting around attentively at the flurries of dirt before you, your hand on Lando’s wrist, spinning the bracelet his Nan gifted him with absentminded ease. Later he’d watched Lando take about 30 photos of you as you wandered the merch booths and food stands, all of which you were none the wiser to and Oliver knew you never would be.

The birthmark just at the base of his neck is the one you noticed peeking out from his t-shirt late one warm night in Monaco. When your eyes yearned to fix on something stable. Something safe. Lando’s hand had reached back for yours as he lead you through the Monaco streets. You’d linked your pinky with his, too shy to feel the warmth of his whole hand in yours. He’d driven the two of you around in his Jolly, for once abiding by the speed postings; he was in no rush with you. You recall being envious of the wind ruffling his hair, wishing it was you instead. The hand he placed on your exposed thigh had you looking the opposite direction to hide your glowing cheeks.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, you scooch to sit over the center of Lando’s back, bringing his strong neck into an accessible range. Your thumbs dig into the sides, freestyling a way to massage such a random part of the body in such desperate need of TLC. His curls that you’ve worshiped, pulled on, and braided for the past years are welcomed into the special treatment with your fingers sliding against his scalp before beginning at the base of his neck again.

Lando had looked at you sideways when you’d once commented on his strong neck being one of your favorite features of his. Refusal to elaborate was betrayed by your full body flush and flitting eyes as he leaned over you, hands settling on the arms of the chair you were sat in. That was just last month; he still makes you nervous.

Nervous in the way that makes your breath catch and your palms clam up. Nervousness akin more to anticipation than anything else; woven with glee and eagerness. Something like you feel right now, realizing you haven’t kissed him in 15 minutes and your hands are starting to cramp. Leaning down, you press a peck to his exposed cheek, Lando’s cologne filling your nose. For someone you thought was asleep, his eye cracks open the instant your lips part from his skin.

Lando regards you for just a moment before, with much difficulty given his current position and slight delirium, moving to wrangle you so you’re lying down chest to chest with him. One of his arms drapes over your neck, hand planted behind your head, creating a little bubble made just for your heads. Something unrupturable and uninterrupted where he can stare at you without needing a reason.

The eyes you’re met with are droopy, full of contentment, and overflowing with affection. It’s a look that you used to think you’d never receive from someone else. But Lando’s never been afraid to be loud with his love. It took some time, some proof of dedication from him that the beaming smile and honest eyes were not a fluke, for you to bloom. Now when you’re with him, you don’t care who’s looking. You love who you are in his company, how unafraid to occupy space you become. It draws you to place your hand on his stubbled cheek (that you will not stop teasing him about) and stroke your thumb slowly over his skin. On instinct Lando nuzzles closer, so eager to be doted on by you. His lips find yours in an intimate kiss.

“Thank you baby,” he murmurs, words meant just for you, so soft they would’ve been mistaken for a flicker of the moonlight had you not been paying attention.

You assume he means for the massage. He assumes you know it’s for everything else: all the support and love and devotion you show him. It’s bliss with you. Lando had gotten over trying to fight against the never-ending spiral of longing, lust, and love in every moment, word, and movement with you, a long time ago. Now he welcomes drowning in your smile and voice and touch. He yearns for the overwhelming clench in his chest and weightlessness of his body. He’s given himself over completely to you in hopes of his demise at the sight of your warm eyes and the way you say his name.

Lando finds his heart squeezing again just from looking at you, curled against him in a random Hilton somewhere in the Middle East. The only remedy, the only distraction is to kiss you again, gently but full of meaning. It makes you blush, afire under his adoring gaze, feeling so safe but exposed, heart bared fully to him.

In the sacred hush of your hotel room you scoot just a fraction until your nose skims his, eyes fluttering closed. Upturned lips brush against yours involuntarily.

A deep exhale leaves Lando’s nose, tickling the peach fuzz of your upper lip. It conveys total peace and comfort. It says somehow, this is all he needs. This is how life looks for him when his mind wanders to years his senior. Maybe there’s more noise around your little bubble, more feet, decidedly smaller than the both of yours, leaving prints on your hearts. But you and him together like this? It’s constant, transcendent of location or hardship or outside noise. You and him together like this, with 'I love you's' as the night's lullaby, is not just enough, it’s everything.

#my writing #lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris x yn #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐)

Pairing(s): Charles Leclerc x Porsche!reader

Summary: The Porsche Princess, that nickname has followed Y/N around since birth. And who better for a princess than a prince?

Warning(s): shitty Google translate and potential racing inaccuracies

Author’s Note: I truly didn’t expect that much love on the first part of Prestige, especially because it was my first time really doing a social media au 🥹🥹. Here’s the second part and I hope you all enjoy 🫶🫶🫶

Please let me know if you want to be tagged and I do hope I got everyone who asked last time 😊😊

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porscheagracing Preseason testing ☑️

Up next: the Bahrain Grand Prix

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yn_porsche 🖤❤️💛

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username black fireproofs Porsche keep doing what you are doing

porscheagracing 😉😉

Charles Leclerc

Your car looked fast out there today

Y/N Porsche

I’m sorry who is this 😅

Charles Leclerc

Arthur gave me your number

I hope that’s okay…

Y/N Porsche

Oh!!! Hi Charles 😊

It’s completely okay, I was just taken by surprise is all 😅

As for the car…I can’t say cause I wasn’t there but I do hope it was fast

Charles Leclerc

It looked good!!

Ferrari will have a competitor in Porsche that’s for sure

Y/N Porsche

I mean we can’t have Red Bull winning everything again this year can we 😉

Charles Leclerc

I keep telling Max he should give someone else a turn 😂

Y/N Porsche

He should, and that someone will be us

Charles Leclerc

Don’t get too ahead of yourself

This is still just your first year on the grid and well Ferrari is still the best

Y/N Porsche

Whatever you say “il predestinato” cause Porsche will be winning a race before Ferrari this year

Charles Leclerc

Is that a bet?

Y/N Porsche

It could be

Charles Leclerc

Oh you’re on

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yn_porsche let the games begin 😉

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charles_leclerc are you ready for it?

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arthur_leclerc oh no

arthur_leclerc OH NO

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arthur_leclerc no.

username CHARLES MARC HERVE PERCEVAL LECLERC

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yn_porsche 😁

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username 🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩

username I don’t run but for Charles I might jog

Mila Bolinsky

Y/N WHY DO YOU AND CHARLES LECLERC HAVE MATCHING CAPTIONS

Y/N Porsche

Girl chill 😭😭

Mila Bolinsky

I WILL NOT CHILL TILL I GET AN ANSWER

Y/N Porsche

We just made a bet 🤷‍♀️

Mila Bolinsky

A BET??

YOU DONT JUST MAKE A BET WITH CHARLES LECLERC

NOW COME ON

TALK

Y/N Porsche

All I said was that Porsche was going to win a race before Ferrari this year and Charles disagreed

So we made a bet

Mila Bolinsky

WITH WHAT CONDITIONS

Y/N Porsche

If I win (and I will) Charles has to publicly announce on every social media account that he is actually French and must change his profile picture to the French flag

If he wins I must forgo my status as the “Porsche Princess” and go to a Grand Prix in Ferrari gear and go out to dinner with him

That’s all 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Mila Bolinsky

I-

I have no words

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f1 And with that masterclass of a drive mick_schumacher wins the first race of the 2025 season AND the first race for porscheagracing

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porscheagracing LETS GO MICK SCHUMACHER 🖤❤️💛

yn_porsche AYYYY MICKY

arthur_leclerc 🫡🫡

papaporsche The first of many 🎉

mickschumacher An honour, truly

username OH- so Porsche really is gonna be the new it girl of f1

username this. this is my team

username Red Bull has some competition this year apparently 👀

username I can’t believe I saw this live

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#f1 social media au #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #writingworlds #formula one imagine #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc

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The first meeting - Kimi Raikkönen x Rookie!Reader

summary: Maybe the sunshine can melt ice.

warnings: age gap,fluff, out of character probs,friends to lovers

(set in 2023, kimi and seb didnt retire in this fic, Y/n is in aston martin w Lance)

Part 1

It's Y/n's first year as a Formula one driver.It feels weird but comforting to be able to say she's apart of the big dogs. To be honest her first race week she was afraid of the others not liking her. Seeing how she is the only eastern european on the grid, her fears were caused by her accent and different way of acting.

Media day was something that was new to her. Well not necessarily but knowing more eyes were gonna be on her it was uncomfortable. Her thoughts ended early as she arrived to the room w the classic couch and screen walls. The screen reading 'Bahrain'. She was guided to the white couch sitting on the left side edge. Her PR officer handing her the pink water bottle, the white glitters she applied to it when she was 16 sparkling in the lighting.

The door opened again, familiar faces of legendary drivers appeared. Kimi and Sebastian came into the room, Seb stopping every two steps to talk to someone and say 'Hi'. After a long 3 minutes of talking coming from the blonde german, they finally reached their respective places.

Kimi sitting beside the young woman,glancing at each other earning smiles from both of them, making a silent agreement to stay close but silent. Her flustered, red face burning up as she tried to conceal it by drinking from her bottle. Is what she would've done if the cap wasn't stuck.

Kimi watched her struggling to open the bottle only to snicker and asking her a simple yet comforting question.

"Want help?" His monotone voice now weirdly quiet and kind. Her hand reaching out the bottle torwards the older man, basking in the fact he spoke to her.

His hand softly handing it back to her. A small 'thank you' left her rose tinted lips. Quickly forgetting about the thirst in her throat, she placed the bottle down on the floor turning to Kimi. Reaching her hand out for a handshake . Their hands meeting as in a form of understanding. The fin's hand was soft to touch, leaving her melting at his touch. But she wasn't the only one. He was screaming in his head, like a teenage boy having a crush.

Maybe this was when it all started.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula one fanfiction #f1 x reader #kimi raikkonen #kimi raikkonen x reader #kimi raikkonen x you #kimi raikkonen imagine

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minkyungseokie · 1 month

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That's My Girl || Charlie Bushnell

synopsis; charlie is proud of his girlfriend who happens to be red bull's golden girl

warnings; none

note; reqeuested

fc; Amna Al Qubaisi

note2; I decided to use Amna Al Qubaisi, who's RB's Academy driver and is Emirati

I know it says academy. It's all I could find. Let me live 😭😭

To everyone who's requested a Smau, I'll get them out as soon as I can. This is my first smau, so it's not as good as I want it to be and it's not funny

Main Masterlist | Actor Masterlist | Charlie Masterlist

I do not give anyone permission to change, copy, or put my work on any other platform. It will only be on top, so if you see it, please report it. Or let me know.

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ynln1 Thank you to everyone who watched and supported me during the F2 Bahrain GP! I hope I made it worth your time ;)

user1 Red Bull's golden girl!

userz Mini Max Verstappen

maxverstappen1 congrats, kleine zus* ❤️ by author ⤷ynln1 Thank you أَخِي الْكَبِير!** ⤷usert @/maxverstappen1 the way they call each other little sister and big brother 😭 ⤷userf @usert Ikr!! It's so cute!

iamcharliebushnell congrats, babe! ❤️ by author

userdeez since when was Y/n dating Luke ⤷youeb @userdeez who the fuck is Luke ⤷jobelubr @youeb his name isn't Luke. It's charlie bushnell. he plays Luke in the pjo show

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ynln1 Thank you Harper's Bazaar for having me!

havehd god, she's so beautiful 😍

noobsucker do you need a dog? I can be a very convincing dog!! ⤷cxckslobber @/noobsucker Girl... ⤷noobsucker What?

maxverstappen1 simply lovely ❤️ by author

iamcharliebushnell my girlfriend is so pretty😍 ❤️by author ⤷ynln أحبك ⤷iamcharliebushnell I love you too, gorgeous

olliebearman go best friend, that's my best friend ❤️ by author ⤷ynlnfan OMG Ollie 😭

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iamcharliebushnell What my shirt says

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hgad Lord, when will it be my turn?

ynln I love you! ⤷iamcharliebushnell I love you too ❤️ by author

ynln Wait, who took these? ⤷dior.n.goodjohn I did and that would be know if SOMEONE gave me photo credits ⤷iamcharliebushnell @/dior.n.goodjohn Photo creds to Dior or whatever 🙄

walker.scobell your girlfriend is cooler than you ⤷iamcharliebushnell @/walker.scobell I can't even argue with that ⤷ynln1 @iamcharliebushnell You better not disagree with that

gooesd If you look close enough, you'll see me lying on the track in the back

Deeznutz They look so good togther ⤷adicktion @/deeznutz learn to spell, fuckwad ⤷deeznutz @/adicktion leave me the fuck alone, Janice

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ynln1 Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool but he's not as cool as me. Cause I'm an Emirati baby

dior.n.goodjohn charlie, I'm stealing your girlfriend 🤤 ⤷ iamcharliebushnell no, you're not ⤷ ynln1 I'm all yours, Dior ⤷ iamcharliebushnell What?

walker.scobell Yep, so much cooler than Charlie

hornyidot the third picture 🤤

landonorris I think he's much cooler than you ⤷ynln1 No one asked you, Norizz ⤷landonorris I-- ⤷danielricciardo I taught you well, Y/n

gloop-8j She's so pretty and for what

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(Un)Lost: The art of war

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!Oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.

DRIVE TO SURVIVE SEASON 5 - EP. 1 THE NEW ERA

“It’s freezing in here” I said while I was puting my cap in my head, my Williams cap, ready to sit in the famous black chair of Netflix. “Thank you Netflix for make this possible, Bahrain is being cooking itself now” The producer chuckle.

“So, we’re going to let you introduce you and then make you a few questions. Everything clear?”

“Sure” I look for a better position in the chair and look to the camera “My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones and I’m engineer strategist for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I said with a smile on my face. I saw the people in the back laugh and I copy the action

“You can’t lie to Netflix, kid”

“I think I just did ... Anyway, 1, 2, 3, Monday to Friday, My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones, I’m 23 and I’m a race driver for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I tilt my head to one side and laugh “Cool”

“So cool. What’s for you to be at the top of the game right now?, obviously avoiding the question that you must be bored about”

“Being a woman is fantastic, except for that thing every month but I can’t complain. I have to say that it’s not easy. You can dream of some things happening but all the same time, If you really wanted, the answer is get up and look for your better options to make things happen.” I gassped and look down and to the camera. “I remenber when I told my dad that I wanted to give it a try in karting and I wasn’t even 6, he looked at me like I was some sort of silly muppet but then he make me promise that I will do great in school and then he will help me with the racing carreer I wanted. The rest is history”

A series of videos of her carreer show up, from her beginning in karts, F4, F3 and her successfull 2021 in F2 finishing as champion, smiling faces all around and obviously a very proud Charlotte.

“You just mention your dad. What about other members in your family? Friends or even a boyfriend?” I look at the producer with a side smile

“You guys are really something else, right?” they laugh “I’m single ready to mingle. I don’t talk to much about my family, I like to be private about that. I almost dropped all this. My family is my priority and two years ago I lost my mom due cancer so...”

“I’m sorry we don’t...”

“No, it’s okay” I smiled to the camera “She’s not here but I still talk about her like she’s just in the back of the house screaming to the dog for being so silly, she’s still here and I know she’s proud”

“Sure she is. Just to finish ... Any expectations for your team. Everybody wanted to see you in a bigger team like Mercedes or Ferrari, did you hear any rumors about that?”

“Well, certanly I did hear, but the thing is, mmm, I always believe that If you wanna prove yourself is better to start from the very bottom, understand the little things and then you’ll find success, almost glory. Being in this sport is so tricky, like, one day you won in Monaco and the next day you’re out of the points or feeling that all your pasion is going out to your body” I see everybody’s faces like I was saying something fascinating “This is sport is like war, you better watch out your back ‘cause even your own team could kill you.”

“So, this is your year to discover yourself?”

“Yes, my bingo card this year will imply me being playing the art of war that is F1″

“Okay Charlotte, this is all for today. We’ll see you along the year”

“Thanks and don’t spill my secrets. Snitches end up in ditches, they say”

I go out of the room straight to the Williams garage. Sure thing is that this year is going to be wild, after what happened last year between Red Bull and Mercedes, man, I really don’t want to be any member of those teams.

“Hello Ms. Jones, everything all right with Netflix?” My PR, Ava asked. She was in Alex side of the garage talking to other people

“Yeah, they’re like school girls” She laugh

“Yeah, sometimes. Today is media day so since you’re ready with your Williams merch, we can start signing some caps and cards and then continue with your schedule. Or do you want to start with press?”

“Up to you really, better doing the easiest first then I’ll face the sharks” We walk to a conference room when I found Alex with his girlfriend and his PR. Last year I met the girl in a tournament in the UK and we have been really close since then.

“Oh hello you, my girl and my boy rocking together this year” Lily said and hug me, while Alex put a false angry face

“Nice to see you Lily and yes, we’re going to rock or better than that” I said she smack Alex shoulder

“See, I tould you she has spirit!”

“I know, I think that everybody saw that video of her running along the track after her win in last year championship”

That video.

Well, you don’t win F2 championship many times in your life, right?

“I don’t know what are you talking about”

“Everybody know you do”

“Shh” I sit next to the pile of merch with my face on it. It’s 9:45 so I have time ‘till lunch and more interviews.

INTERVIEW ROOM @14:20

W/ Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel

“Don’t be nervous, ok? I’m not gonna tell what to answer, you’re smart so answer like a pro”

“Like a pro? So I can say <<inchident>> or even ask about the interviewers plans for the summer?” I showed Ava a side smiled

“Please don’t and you’re going to be in between, your name is on the sofa” I enter the room and saw the amount of people organized in the back of the room with notepads, cameras and tricky looks.

“So, welcome everybody to the second session here in Bahrain, we are here with Lando Norris from McLaren, Carlos Sainz from Ferrari, Charlotte Jones from Williams, Lewis Hamilton from Mercedes and Sebastian Vettel from Aston Martin. Welcome to the drivers, we’re going to have a round of questions for this sesion, if that’s ok” I look at the others who nod.

“Hello, this question is for Charlotte” Great. “We want to hear your first impresions of your new team, if you have the chance to meet the other drivers and expectations for your rookie season”

I tried to smiled but I suddenly felt like I wanna dissapear and the lights we’re too bright so I put on my glasses and I hear Lewis laugh and how he copy my action and take the microphone “It’s sunny outside so there’s no need to put the light to bright, thanks guys” And squeezed my hand.

“Yeah, lights, mmm, almost everybody saw me in the car last year when I met the team and my teammate. Everything has been great so far, mmm I spent half of the holidays with the Sainz family, there been close to my mom’s family so, yeah, Carlos and his trainer just help me to get in better shape for this rodeo, something that I’m grateful for” I fist bump with Carlos and laugh “And expectations, well, I prefer to see how it goes after the race, I sent my ideas and questions the past month so I know now that the car is fast and let’s see If we can put Williams on the top again”

Sebastian took the microphone and look at me “Do you know about engineering?”

“Yeah, I finished my degree in mechanical engineering last month, obviously online, so...”

“That’s impresive, kid” answer Sebastian

“Am I the only one scared now?” Ask Lando to everybody. Everybody laugh at that. The interview session went smoothly and not many questions were to me, since Lewis was in the room, the events of november where reminded. Questions about strategies and upgrades for Ferrari and Aston Martin and the chances of McLaren of getting a podium this year. After that, the session ended, Carlos stopped me.

“Welcome officially, girasol” He hug me in the process and we heard a cough

“Are you good, man?”

“Since my friend here it’s so disrespectfull, nice to meet you, yo soy Lago”

“Nunca le enseñaste bien español” I said laughing to the spaniard

“Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno”

“Please don’t. Back to a common language” I smiled to him and oh boy! such beautiful eyes

“Charlotte, rookie, friend of this guy, fan of dogs, chocolate cake and be on my xbox the whole day” I shake his hand and he gasp

“Marry me”

“In a few years, maybe” I look to Carlos who look at me with wide eyes

“I don’t want him on family holidays, ten moths are too much now” As we were walking through the paddock, a few photographers and fans aproach us. Since Carlando were more famous that I am, so I go straight to my motorhome to lay down for a bit.

What a day.

A few headers on instagram and twitter about the conference

2022 ROOKIE READY TO DRIVE AND BEING A THREAT

CHARLOTTE ROBYN-JONES, NEW SENSATION IN THE PADDOCK

IS THIS THE YEAR OF WILLIAMS?

Mind clear and then start proving myself.

I’m a girl, yes, but right now I feel that I have a chance to be like them, it’s ny time.

A champion, one ready to fight.

I finished my day with more media duties, to 6 pm I was going to wait for Carlos who offer a ride to the hotel. While I was waiting in the parking lot, the papaya pair waved at me.

“Hiya, you must me Charlotte. I’m Daniel, the one with good looks in the team” He said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you Daniel, how you guys doin’?”

“All good, we’re heading to the hotel, ready to kick asses tomorrow?” I saw how Lando seems certanly interested in the question

“I’m feeling normal, but yeah, let’s see tomorrow. My driver arrived so... see ya” I waved at them when Carlos opened his car. Daniel and Lando saw the couple leaving the parking lot when the australian looks at the youngest

“Say it”

“What?”

“Why do you look so shock around her? I mean, even Max who lives in a rock knew about her”

“I’ve been friends of Carlos and I never see her around, it’s weird”

“Ooow, the kid is jealous of the newie” Daniel started laughing and going to his car

“Man stop... I’m not jealous and also I’m a man!”

BAHREIN CIRCUIT @13:45 - FP1 & FP2

“Radio check, please” my race engineer said. Williams had the chance to start fourth in the two practices after Alfa Romeo, Ferrari, Red Bull and Alpine.

“ And I thought my heart was detached, from all the sunlight of our past, but she's so sweet, she's so pretty, does she mean you forgot about me? Yeah, yes, I’m going to send you my playlist for the race, what dou you think?”

“We’ll evaluate that after practice”

“It’s not a no, I wil take it”

“Ok Charlotte, 30 seconds to start heating the tyres and whenever you ready, your flying lap”

“Copy”

“Now, we’ll have Williams coming out the pits to start practice, first our rookie Charlotte, fresh out the oven as F2 champion. She’s heating the tyres and has 15 minutes to do a few laps and see how that car goes”

On the broadcast, the faces of the team principals were on screen, with their expectations on the girl and see how she start.

“Ok Charlotte, you can start in the next lap with Leclerc and Ocon in front of you” I pressed the copy bottom. Here I go.

One thing about me it’s that I brake late but my left foot likes to keep itself on the throttle. A girl have to give it all, right?

“I feel like I’m watching the Mercedes W11 all over again. Wow! I can see a future world champion, multiple times If she wanted too”

“That car is fast” said Christian Horner looking to Max’s engineer “What the hell?”

“Definitely it is”

“Toto, even when she brake the car doesn’t go below 170 km/h. what?” Lewis and Bono stand beside the team principal of Mercedes.

“I think that your eight championship have to wait a bit, I can’t believe my eyes”

“That girl is the real Toretto, don´t you think?” asked Yuki to the french man

“I wanna throw myself down a hill to be honest”

“What the f***?, which car is that?, I almost get dizzy” asked Charles over the radio

“That was a Williams, the rookie, she’s 3 seconds faster than you”

“This is going to be a long season. F***”

“Well done Charlotte. With his pace you can certanly win every race this season”

“Haha, good job to everybody from those in the factory to the ones in the garage. What about Alex?”

“As good as you, the difference is 0.337″

“That’s good”

“Yes, we’ll wait for you in the garage”

As I parked, I could heard the applauses from my team and the people around the garage.

And yes.

A very long season ahead.

intro

That was fun.

For those who doesn’t speak spanish, here the translation:

Girasol: sunflower.

Nunca le enseñaste bien español: you never taught him Spanish well.

Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno: He certainly was a terrible student.

Hope you liked it :)

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vanishingcherry · 11 months

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Hey love your lando fics. Could you do one with 7 and 10 from fluff list.

PUPPY LOVE

pairings: lando norris x reader

authors note: thank you for requesting! sorry its kinda short. prompt 7 is "just kiss me, would you?" and prompt 10 is "we're not buying a dog" check out my prompt list

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"We are not buying a dog."

"Oh come on, thats unfair. You know it's really mean of you to leave me alone for half the year and expect me to not get lonely."

You were sitting criss-crossed on the edge of your bed, watching Lando pack around 3 weeks worth of clothes into a suitcase. It was the Monday before the Bahrain Grand Prix, the first race of the season.

Unfortunately, you wouldn't be able to accompany Lando as much as you would have liked this year. Your study and work load had increased immensely, and you had to put majority of your energy into that, which meant you didn't have time to travel the world.

Lando was being very supportive, in everything but your quest to finally get a dog.

"Darling, you're the one who has to stay at home. I have no problem whatsoever with you coming with me." He smiles at your antics, watching as you lean back and fall against the mattress with a huff.

"But you know I can't."

He stands up from his place near the suitcase, sitting on the bed next to you. "I know, love." he replied sympathetically.

You sit up quickly, almost bashing heads with Lando who was leaning over you. "So you understand why we need a dog right?"

"My love, you know that if we get a dog, you're gonna fall in love with it and forget all about me." Lando says.

You laugh at his reasoning. "So you're against this because you're jealous?"

"I'm not jealous." he says pointedly. "I just know when I'm going to lose, and I am definitely going to lose against a puppy." The small smile he tries to hide lets you know that he's still joking.

"Oh baby I could never stop loving you. It just means that you'll have to share that love-"

"With a dog." he interrupts.

"Yes. And, if I'll only love you more if you say yes to getting a dog. So really nothing changes at all!"

Lando lets out a sigh, and you know that he was close to giving in.

"Please?"

"God, you're so annoying. I don't know how you always manage to convince me." he chuckles, lightly shaking his head with the realisation that he would do anything for you.

You grin, knowing you've won. "Just kiss me, would you?"

Now, Lando wasn't one to turn down such an invite. With lightening speed, he grabbed the sides of your face with his hands and pulled you in. The kiss was soft and your eyes fluttered close, hands moving to connect behind his neck.

You move away to catch your breath, excitedly planning the next steps with a slightly dazed Lando.

"We can go to the pet store tomorrow before your flight, yeah? I saw this really cute Goldendoodle the other day and I think he would be perfect!"

#leah writes ──⋆˚₊⋆ ๑ #vanishingcherry #lando norris drabble #lando norris fluff #lando norris f1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris x you #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #lando norrix imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fic

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fxrmuladaydreams · 5 months

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Imagine this, Logan score points in the first race of the 2024 season and him and reader celebrate (if you know what I mean)

send me logan blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for logan weekend

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! oral (m receiving)

Logan felt on top of the world. He had been pretty confident in the car after testing, but he hadn’t really thought about the possibility of scoring points, especially as early as Bahrain.

He knew 9th place wasn’t something to be as thrilled about as he was, but he had scored points, without any other drivers having to disqualified to put him there. His two points, along with Alex’s six set Williams in a decent place for the start of the season.

He swept you up in his arms once he found you after the race, a bright smile stuck on his face. He took you with him back to his driver’s room to change out of his race suit before his post race interviews.

You couldn’t help but admire him as he grabbed his clothes from the shelf in his room. The dark blue race suit had always looked good on him, but his new sense of confidence looked great on him too.

Of course the navy suit that hung low on his hips looked good, but the white fireproofs that hugged his torso looked even better. The defining lines of his abdomen and the muscles in his chest were almost highlighted from the white material.

You pull him away from his pile of fresh clothes to give him a soft kiss. He smiles against your lips, leaning into you.

“I’m proud of you Lo.” You tell him.

Your hands start at his shoulders, massaging their way down his chest, over his abs, to fiddle with his race suit.

“So, so, proud of you.” You murmur as you slowly sink down to your knees.

His eyes widen as he watches you tug his suit further down his legs. “Babe, there are people right outside.” He says, trying to convince you that this is a bad idea, but his cock hardens as you pull his fireproofs down as well.

“Do you not want me?” You ask, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. You palm him through his boxers feeling him grow beneath the fabric.

He bites down on his bottom lip as he tries to hold in a whine. “I want you, I want you so bad.”

“Then just try to keep quiet.” You tell him as you tug his underwear down.

His cock springs free, slapping against his fireproof shirt. He leans against the wall for some support as he looks down at you.

You lick a long stripe up the underside of him, then kitten lick the tip, moaning at the salty taste of his precum.

His hands hover in the air as you take him in your mouth, unsure of where to rest. You reach up and pull them down to rest on your head, encouraging him to guide you.

You swirl your tongue around him, taking him deeper in your mouth, slightly gagging when you feel him hit the back of your throat. You glance up at him, a feeling of pride spreading through your chest.

Logan looks absolutely fucked. His head is thrown back against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, he’s holding back any sounds, afraid of them slipping out and sharing your post-race activities with the rest of the Williams team. He feels even closer to his climax when he looks down at you.

There’s a bit of drool gathered at the corner of your mouth, and tears in your eyes. You look impossibly innocent, your big eyes staring back up at him.

You pull away from him, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. “I want you to cum in my mouth.” You tell him, then wrap your lips around him again.

You suck him off faster now, taking him as deep as you can. You use your hands to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers.

You hollow your cheeks around him, and soon you feel him shooting his cum down your throat. You moan around him, taking every last drop he’s giving you. You pull yourself off of him only when you feel like he’s actually finished cumming. You swallow his release, then give him a lazy smile.

He helps you up off the floor, out of breath, and a little out of it himself. You help him get changed and ready for his media duties, but stop him before he can step outside.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet baby boy. That was just the beginning. You’re getting one orgasm for every point tonight.” You tell him.

“I can’t wait to climb up in the standings then.”

#logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant smut #ls2 x reader #formula one x reader #logan weekend

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f1letters · 1 year

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f1letters' formula 1 fic recs - pt. 1

✨ SURPRISE! ✨ as an early Christmas gift for all of you, and since I will be continuing the 'midnights' series during the holiday season as well, I decided to make a small list with some of my all-time favourite stories!

I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability, which was harder than I thought it would be, since some drivers don't have a lot of stories available (every single person writes for alex, lance or esteban deserves a giant smooch from me, I swear), or I don't read them as much. for other ones, I have like 20+ stories saved so it was really hard to stick to only a few! haha

anyways, I hope you enjoy this little present from me and I encourage you guys to check out all of these amazing and talented writers!

happy holidays to all of you lovely people! 💜 - cat

max verstappen | mv1

'long time lovers' || @libraryofloveletters

'little verstappen' || @lxclerc

'traitor' || @lxclerc

'dog days' || @tierneysodegaard || 13 parts

'our dirty little secret' || @timetorace || 2 parts

daniel ricciardo | dr3

'stargazing' || @art-outlaw || 28 parts

'memories hold me hostage' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts

'you abandoned me' || @lovingperfectionsblog || 2 parts

'sweet boy' || @unluckyhoneybee

'twin flame' || @vinvantae || 26 parts

lando norris | ln4

'breaking the rules' || @f1goat || 7 parts

'mini norris' !! @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts

sebastian vettel | sv5

'after all this time' || @kates-dirty-sister

'chapters from an old book' || @libraryofloveletters

'thin walls' || @tierneysodegaard

pierre gasly | pg10

'pillow' || @illicitlimerence-writes || 4 parts

'one true love' || @mytinycrazymind

'secret' || @mytinycrazymind

'fake it till you make it' || @smoooothoperator || 6 parts

charles leclerc | cl16

'a moment in time' || @hey-kae || 2 parts

'babies and bahrain' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'little enzo' || @mytinycrazymind || 2 parts

'maybe summer doesn't have to end' || @rebelwrites || 11 parts

'the real deal' || @rebelwrites

lance stroll | ls18

'sugar plum' || @libraryofloveletters || 2 parts

'summer lovin' || @libraryofloveletters

'yule shoot your eye out' || @lovelytsunoda

'the second one' || @unluckyhoneybee

alex albon | aa23

'made in the a.m' || @lovelytsunoda

esteban ocon | eo31

'hot n cold' || @lovelytsunoda

'be my date' || @timetorace || 2 parts

lewis hamilton | lh44

'love you from the sidelines' || @libraryofloveletters

'old flame' || @lostinlewis || 5 parts

'what you can't have' || @luvth0t

mick schumacher | ms47

'dress' || @daydreamingleclerc

'lost in japan' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'romeo & juliet' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'see you later' || @illicitlimerence-writes

'sparkling' || @illicitlimerence-writes

carlos sainz | cs55

'in this lifetime or another' || @libraryofloveletters

'cockblock' || @lxclerc

'nothing happened' || @timetorace

george russell | gr63

'never really over' || @charlewiss-writes

'who you belong to' || @russellsppttemplates

multiple drivers

'bad omens' || @lxclerc || cl16 x pg10

'moth to a flame' || @lxclerc || cs55 x cl16 || 2 parts

'all too well' || @targaryenluv || lh44 x pg10

'are you happy now?' || @oyesmendes || pg 10 x gr63 || 3 parts

PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜

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leclerc-s · 2 months

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let the games begin

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BAHRAIN '24

maejonesverstappen, oscarpiastri, bailey winters, nataliaruiz, and rhysjones posted new stories

goodbye australia, hello bahrain ✈️✈️✈️ "no, amor, i'll be ready in like 10 minutes" and why did she steal my neighbor’s dog again? someone's excited to see papa after a long day apart. who stuck me on a plane with thing one and thing 2? netflix do you really think these two ever hated each other?

isabella perez i need about 15 red bulls to make it through the week

bailey winters i bet that mclaren offer is looking good right about now.

isabella perez at least the coffee's amazing and i don't have to beg one of the drivers to do a video for media.

max jones-verstappen you said that was one of my good qualities? isabella perez i lied! max jones-verstappen i literally hate you so much.

george russell good luck with lewis next year!

lewis hamilton i'm not that bad.

carlos sainz you literally don't do secret santa and are hardly in grill the grid.

lando norris correction he doesn't do the f1 one secret santa! oscar piastri and clearly someone still hasn't learned what the difference between white elephant and secret santa is. lando norris IT'S THE SAME FUCKING THING!! logan sargeant NO IT ISN'T!! WE ARE NOT FUCKING DOING THIS AGAIN NORRIS!!

rhys jones GET ME OFF THIS PLANE!!

max jones-verstappen i told you that you should've gone with me but you said, "it's lando and daniel. what's the worst that could happen?"

rhys jones HOW COULD I BE SO WRONG??

charles leclerc amature.

penelope trevino quick lesson rhys, never ever get on a plane with daniel and lando or daniel and max or lando and carlos.

rowan todd and never ask charles and daniel what happened in vegas back in 2019, because they don't remember

mae jones-verstappen popular vote went to a threesome with nat

fernando alonso what the fuck is wrong with you people

lance stroll it's best not to ask anymore.

daniel jones-ricciardo I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP? WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE INVOLVED IN A THREESOME??

pierre gasly when we voted we forgot about that part. natalia ruiz someone almost got arrested, and it wasn't me. charles leclerc i genuinely don't remember rhys jones there's your answer for who almost got arrested.

daniel jones-ricciardo i think it was me.

JEDDAH '24

isabellaperez and dulceperez posted new stories

look at my son!!

can't believe we're letting babies into f1 cars now.

isabella perez my son!! my pride and joy!!

alex albon i didn't hallucinate that shit right?? i got out qualified by a baby?? pierre gasly my car's a fucking shitbox but i think it still would've been the same.

isabella perez LOGAN PLAY DEAR THEODOSIA!!

logan sargeant you do know he's not your actual son right? isabella perez shut the fuck up?! he’s my son! my pride and joy!

max jones-verstappen p11? with one hour of practice?

sebastian vettel 1 HOUR?!

mick schumacher much better than i did my first race.

lando norris well your car was a shit box

carlos sainz he got p11 with an hour in car??

lewis hamilton and he was 0.036 away from knocking me out.

isabella perez charles back off from my grid son.

charles leclerc he's the one who said he wanted to race with me as his teammate one day.

oscar piastri i was betrayed?? by my own son??

ollie bearman oh so now i'm your son? last year i wasn't. isabella perez the prodigal son lives!! oscar piastri last year is last year. i'm a new person this year.

rhys jones WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO DRIVE AN F1 CAR??

daphne jones-ricciardo never mae jones-verstappen never max jones-verstappen the closest you'll ever get to being inside an f1 car is for a picture. daniel jones-ricciardo we can go karting? rhys jones i'll settle for karting.

freya vettel i just don't think it's fair that rhys gets two sets of grid parents when he doesn't even race.

esteban ocon neither do you?

lando norris ollie has two sets too!

ollie bearman i do?? carlos sainz if natalia has gone full mother hen on you, then you have just become nat and charles child. zoya torres A BROTHER FINALLY! freya vettel another one?

natalia ruiz i did not go full mother hen on him.

isabella perez you asked if he had lunch, then proceeded to get him food when he said no. natalia ruiz oh my god.

oscar piastri wow, stealing my child leclerc?

charles leclerc you're the one who said he wasn't your son.

isabellaperez posted a new story

my son is ready for his f1 debut.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! this was supposed to come out after jeddah but i lost any inspiration i had for this so here it is. the week of the the australian gp, sorry about that.

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