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justaredheadf1fan · 1 year

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What the hell was this, Australia?

Sup people!

No, I did not wake up to watch Quali at 7am. I mean, I could still be asleep but here we are 🤣

Quali - Saturday

Let's see what this mess of a weekend takes us now.

Sargeant having some trouble there. CHECO GOES OFF. YES!!!!! Red Flag and it's a RBR. Life is good. He'd been having a tone of trouble during FP3. But why is it never his damn teammate!?

That was a rather quick one, pretty quiet so far apart from the Checo snafu. Sharl is going through it apparently, poor boy is struggling.

Q1 is coming to an end and expectations are running wild at the moment.

Merc babies please proceed to move your asses out of the drop-out zone, I'm about to have a heart attack. LOL LANCE P1. There we go, babe!

I was gonna say "the Ferraris are fighting!" but I see Sharl getting P1 from Stroll and Carlos just being around. And Norris keeps just going off track like he's talking a walk.

That bird has been reborn after that near miss 🤣 How on Earth is Nico right there on the top? He's doing quite a good job lately. Lewis joining the party right at the end.

The battle begins, I know how this ends but seeing it myself hours later feels exactly as exciting as it would've at 7am.

LEWIS GOES P1!!! Shame it just lasts for a minute, but God does it feel right!

Rain is on the way and there's just time for one last push. Okay I believe I've just seen the reason why Sharl was all salty right after Quali.

What the fuck was Nico doing? Shit and Alonso gets P2, Jesus this is a fucking nailbiter!! But here come the Merc boys, right the last second they make it!! God, what is this!!!!!

Just watched the interviews post Quali and it's so funny how Lewis and George are so in sync for everything, including leaving Sid the sloth behind without missing a beat 🤣 I love to see it, why lie about it.

More of this stuff tomorrow I hope, it's an amazing start, way better than I anticipated, so hoping for the good stuff again.

Race - Sunday

G'day everyone, I'm dead right now. Why is it so early? 🥹

This is about to start now, and I can't be any happier that McLaren is looking so bad. Well deserved.

It's go time. GEORGE TAKES P1, SHARL OFF TRACK TO THE GRAVEL AND LEWIS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE GETS P2!!!!!! Safety Car coming out after Lance pushed Sharl off track to the gravel. Boy what a start!

Fraudstappen (yes, I'm coming back to this because he deserves it) complaining on the radio about Lewis pushing him out. Are you fucking kidding me? You fuck up the start because every time you have Lewis close you lose your shit and then you can't even defend your position, so "he pushed you off". Go fuck yourself.

That said, even Carlos had a better start. Quite impressive. But why does everything bad always happening to Charles? It's so unfair, my baby does not deserve this.

George shut up. Please, I love you a lot but lately you're getting on my nerves. Yes, Lewis is attacking, he's come to take no prisoners. But that's Lewis Hamilton you're talking about and last time you fucked around and you might just find out now.

ALBON IS OUT! SAFETY CAR DEPLOYED FOR THE SECOND TIME IN LESS THAN 10 LAPS! AND LEWIS IS P1, STOP THE COUNT! STOP THE FUCKING COUNT! And this turns into a Red Flag.

My, poor Sharl. So unfair. Why can't he have something nice? What is it that he has to do? Oh God and that camera angle from Nico????? Scary as fuck tbh.

So, it's a Standing Start now. I'm scared but I know Lewis can do this with his eyes closed. Alonso just behing Cuntstappen, this calls for a crash between the two. IN ALONSO WE TRUST.

COME ON LEWIS, HERE WE GO. FERNANDO FOR FUCK'S SAKE GET THE MORON. The restart is being investigated now due to half the cars stopping in the same spot. Jesus.

DRS enabled and Alonso flopped. I hate this. I mean, who wouldn't catch the leader with an illegal car? No surprises. But still he cries when he's been passed fair and square. Asshole. How is it possible getting 2 SECONDS in HALF a lap? And no team complains or does anything? It's unbelievable.

So Alonso suddenly has pace again and it's just in time to get to Lewis, but he "couldn't" do anything to catch Fraudstappen. What a surprise.

GEORGE HAS FIRE ON THE BACK OF HIS CAR. LEWIS ALL ALONE NOW, SHIT. He had to stop at the exit of the pit lane and it's now closed. Facing a VSC now. It's 3 cars down so far today. Shit Australia, don't make it worse now.

Back to racing again, just hope Alonso flops the same way he does agains the idiot. This feud with Lewis (only Lewis) is just uncalled for. He's the only driver he's doing this with. Never fights Cuntstappen but Lewis appears and it's his time to start doing something every single time.

At least if anyone can manage the tyres and do a fantastic job defending his position, that's Lewis. I just wish he could catch Sid the Sloth again and slap him in the face, but as I said, with an illegal car even the rest of us could win that easily.

Alonso back to playing his game again. Can this race please end already? This has been enough. I'm dying here. And Carlos... Yes, that overtake on Pierre was fantastic but he manages that once every 8 races? He's above Sharl on sheer luck, not because he deserves anything, same as his seat in Ferrari, purely because of his last name, because he shouldn't be there, he's done nothing really worthy of getting a Ferrari seat. And I'll die on this hill.

Lewis setting Fastest Lap twice is just something worth watching. Other than this, I really want to go back to sleep, this is bullshit.

I hope Pierre catches Carlos, he deserves it. Cuntstappen going off to the grass and losing 3 full seconds. Can't he just have a PU problem? Can't care enough either about Norris getting passed Nico. McLaren needs to flop 100%.

KEVIN NO!!!! HE HAS A FAILURE AND HAS TO STOP ON TRACK. SAFETY CAR DEPLOYED. He's lost a wheel too!? I can't believe this. Will they finish under SC at the race that Masi's watching? Or will they race until the end? RED FLAG. AND IT'S A STANDING START? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry but no. This is fucking stupid and unacceptable. It's so clear. They set the precedent in Abu Dhabi and they just feel like they can do it all over again anytime they feel like it. Un-fucking-believable. This sport is so unserious.

God, I hate this shit. I can't cross any more fingers right now. AND YESSSSSS CARLOS HITS FERNANDO!!!!!!! NOOOO ESTEBAN AND PIERRE NO!!!!!! ANOTHER RED FLAG!!!!

And this is what happens when the FIA does whatever they want to fuck around with one driver. They put every single one of them at risk, because on a 2-lap race everyone will risk it. Fucking morons, this could've been avoided by not restarting or just by restarting under SC (which would've been nonsense too tbh). This is shameful.

Now what? We don't have any news from Esteban and Pierre, are they even okay? I really do, that was so unlucky for both of them. Shame they had to pay for this bullshit. We need a body to control the FIA. I'm sorry but they shouldn't be in charge on their own anymore. This is absolutely stupid, dangerous and someone will get killed again if they keep acting like this. They can't be trusted.

So I guess it'll be a rolling start and it'll end up the way it's looking now? God I should've never got up to watch this 🤣 In the mean time, Lewis is vibin' and Toto is making friends. Please, let this be done.

5-second penalty for Carlos for hitting Alonso. All in favor of Carlos crashing against Fernando, but the penalty is well deserved. The FIA should've done this differently once again? absolutely. But fuck him anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️ He's the one that's caused everything on that restart, directly and indirectly.

That said, something was just brought to my attention through here as the restart appears on my screen. A certain individual was not positioned correctly at the restart. Guess who? And guess what will happen? Nothing. I do hope Mercedes and Aston Martin complain. I mean, they were super tough about this exact thing with both Esteban and Fernando, but now they're gonna give a pass to this person? That's unexpected, huh?

The only thing in this world making all of this worth is Lewis' smile. Seriously, we don't deserve him. Especially Mercedes right now, but that's a whole other story. The Cool Down room giving us one of those unexpected moments between Lewis and Alonso. It's funny, actually.

It's finally over, I just need to go back to sleep before I pull my hair out after this shit. Good thing it's another 2 weeks before the next one. This is not the sport I used to love, in all seriousness. This is just a circus. There's no sport in this left.

Peace out!

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frenchcurious · 1 year

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David Coulthard - McLaren MP4/17 Mercedes FO110M - Grand Prix de Saint-Marin - Imola 2002. - source F1 Old and New.

#david coulthard #mclaren-mercedes #grand prix de saint-marin #imola

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saintobio · 2 years

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Since Toji likes to watch formula 1 races, I headcannon that Oikawa would be the racer, that he puts his chips on 🤭

sdjsks my streetracer!oikawa never made it to F1 tho if i remember correctly 😭 but they’d def have met at a VIP lounge while watching an F1 race

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours #if anyone remembers oikawa’s dad was a racer for mclaren gahah i miss that mini-series

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alasarys · 2 years

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Before the parade | Indy 500

#honest to god is he incapable of meeting a camera straight on?#this week yes #does felix have the patience of a saint?#probably also yes #pato o'ward #felix rosenqvist #patoganda #indy 500 2022 #indycar #arrow mclaren sp

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mariocki · 2 years

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The Saint: The King of the Beggars (2.9, ITC, 1963)

"Anyway, what are you grumbling about, you're being paid."

"Paid? And what about my overheads? You have no idea how much petrol I use, looking for these clothes for you!"

"Must have done an awful lot of looking, since the suit has your name in it."

"Yes. Well, um, it belonged to my uncle, eh? Marco Di Cesari the First. I, um, bought the suit from him for, um...quindicimila lire?"

"Fifteen thousand lire, oh brother, does your uncle have a sense of humour!"

"Well, I let you have it for, uh, ten thousand lire, eh? Five?"

"Two."

"Two? I don't know why I bother with all this!"

#the saint #the king of the beggars #itc #1963 #leslie charteris #john gilling #roger moore #yvonne romain #maxine audley #oliver reed #warren mitchell #john mclaren #charles houston #jessie robins #bruno barnabe #ronnie corbett #cesare maranzana #gino coia #we're back in Rome‚ and once again Simon is looking out for the poor and unfortunate (tho i notice he never got his wallet out..)#Warren Mitchell returns for the last time as taxi driver Marco; if possible‚ he seems to be having even more fun with the part than before #and gets all the best bits of the episode. Romain and Reed were both familiar faces in british cinemas at this point and both had worked #for Hammer (they'd played lovers in Captain Clegg and would reunite a few years later in The Brigand of Kandahar). legend has it that Reed #gave himself a concussion at the episode's conclusion (he certainly hits the ground hard) and required medical intervention before the #scene could be completed. perhaps the most surprising name in that cast list is wee Ronnie Corbett‚ an actor little known for his dramatic #work. he was still a couple of years off The Frost Report‚ which would begin his stint as a comedy icon‚ as well as pairing him with Ronnie #Barker (a comedy double act destined to make british tv history). he may not be on comedy mode here‚ but with his broad Italiano accent #you might not know it... Maxine Audley was a highly respected stage actor who had links to the Old Vic and the RSC going right back #to when it was known simply as the company of the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre; she would still be working for them into the late 70s #once again Simon is carrying a gun abroad‚ but for once he gets in a little trouble for shooting it in public (about time!)

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formulafics · 6 months

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★ LOOKING OUT FOR YOU | LN4

Scenario: when mercedes driver yn/ln starts performing at a lower level than usual, lando realizes that it’s not just the jet lag getting to her. (requested)

Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader (drives for mercedes)

A/N: requested by anon, i hope you enjoy! i fought for my life with the texts for literal hours 🧍🏻‍♀️thankfully i figured that out. also reader is teammates with george but honestly you could picture it as lewis if you wanted to LMAO

requests open for smau’s

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mercedesyn thank you to my team, my fans, and especially @/landonorris for all the support. sorry to disappoint these past few weekends.

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landonorris don’t beat yourself up, yn. i know you’ll be back next race!

lewishamilton we all have bad weeks. you’re an insanely talented driver, don’t let these past few races make you think otherwise.

georgerussel63 you’ll be back on top in no time. you fought today, we all saw it. ❤️

mercedesamgf1 keep your head up, yn! we’re still happy as ever to have you on the team and looking forward to our future races and possibilities.

ynsnumberonefan THIS HURTS SO BAD. yn we love you so much.

hamiltonion hoping for some better results next time! you got this.

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mercedesyn spent the weekend with my favorite boy. a much needed break.

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landonorris love you ❤️

norrisnation I LOVE THEM SO BAD

⤷ papayaclub yn is a saint for giving us these pictures

supermaxmaxmax watch her fuck around and win the next grand prix

⤷ letsgoyn this aged beautifully

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everythingne · 5 months

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DRUNK WALK HOME - MV1

Your relationship with your teammate is non-existent at best. Since you've joined Red Bull, a second driver thrown in last second, Max has kept a wide berth. He's more interested in himself... well, until he spots your ex-boyfriend getting a bit too rough with your tipsy self at a bar in Monaco.

max verstappen x racer!fem!reader (can be viewed romantic or platonic)

warnings/notes: drunkenness, physical violence, implied attempted assault, implied drink spiking, sort of 'dark' fiction, hurt/comfort (guys i can write angst but we need happy endings ok?), reader's looks are not described/image used in the header is not to describe the reader, the only descriptor are heels, dress, and she/her pronouns used for the reader,

series link (coming soon!)

Max typically steered clear of you. Which was fine, you were a rookie driver, his second, only on Red Bull because an injury that took Checo out for the season and bumped you up from a reserve driver. You mostly stuck by yourself, doing your training alone, racing alone, eating alone... and such. The only time you and Max really spoke was during press, you didn't mind, but it was kinda clear to everyone that Max Verstappen did not like you. For whatever reason.

You assumed it was because he felt partly responsible for Checo's injury, due to also being involved with the accident. So he kept a wide berth because you reminded him of that mistake.

What you didn't know was he ignored you because he liked you way too much, and couldn't risk hurting both of your careers for something as trivial as his feelings. So, he kept his distance, watched from afar and kept tabs on you. Almost like a stalker, Charles had joked to him.

He didn't mind being considered a stalker if it meant keeping you safe.

There was one thing you had told Max, or more so he had been involved in the conversation when you had told Christian. The one deeper thing he knew about you was your ex boyfriend was nothing but a waste of fucking time. He had just been manipulative, urged you into doing a lot of things, and you had been telling Christian about it because someone had seen him at the paddocks. Max had cataloged his name--Isaiah Martelack, and then when he got home that night curiosity killed the cat.

Ten articles and a beer bottle later he told himself, and whatever ghosts might be floating around his apartment, that he'd kill the man. Standing outside this club now, months and months later, with Charles lazily waving goodbye to someone Max didn't recognize... Max realizes he might just have the opportunity.

You'd been very drunk, but promised Max you were going to go home with Daniel. Which was fine, because Daniel was a fucking saint and Max trusted even the absolutely sloshed group that was Lando, Oscar, Logan and Daniel with you. However, Daniel was rubbing a sick Logan's back and yelling for Lando to stop trying to tackle Oscar, who was trying to call their rideshare, and you were not there. Not with the group you had been with only three or so minutes prior.

"Where's hotshot?" Max turns to Charles, the nickname they'd come up with you for in public spaces flowing out without second thought. Charles perks up, turns in a full circle and then shrugs.

"Ask Danny?" Charles peeks around the building, seeing nothing down the front side of the building or in the front parking lot. But that was all he scanned.

"Danny's hands are full enough with the McLaren drivers at the moment." Max laughs under his breath, looking over his shoulder, down the sort of shadier side of the building. It was dark around that side, Charles telling everyone to try and steer clear of it because they might get mugged if they go in that side lot. Max hadn't thought much about it after that, but something in the back of his head was nagging him to look a bit further.

He's happy he remembered you'd worn those little black heels with the silver bow on the front, because he sees one laying there just inside the shadows of the buildings alley. The ankle clasp snapped off and laying nearby, like there had been some sort of struggle. He pauses, holding up a hand as Charles calls for Danny's attention. Charles keeps shouting as Max steps into the shadows to peek, and as his eyes adjust he feels ice in his veins as his arms thrumn with energy. Your ex--stupid fucking Isaiah, has you pinned against the back wall. Max knows you'd be able to fight back in any usual circumstances, but something in the way your eyes flutter open and closed and you try to weakly cry out for help against the mans large hand covering most of your face tells Max there's more wrong than just what he can see.

"Hey!" Is all he can think to shout. Isaiah turns, Max running up, before just clocking the fucking guy in the jaw as hard as he can. Charles shouts behind him, someone else screaming his name as he falls with Isaiah to the ground. He doesn't really count how many times he pummels the guys face into the concrete until it takes Charles, Daniel, Logan, and Lando to pull him back to his feet. Both of Charles' hands pressing Max's chest until Max seems to come back to his sanity after that blip out of his consciousness. The first thing he feels is intense pain in his knuckles, but the first thing he does is look for you.

Oscar's kneeling with you against the wall, a hand under your bloodied jaw as you try and explain, but even the most sober person in the room fails to understand you.

"What the fuck, man!" Isaiah shouts, stumbling back to his feet and wiping at his bloody and broken face. It was almost sort of... therapeutic to see it.

"You ever fucking touch her again and I'll take your hands clean off your body." Max steps forward, jabbing a finger right in Isaiah's chest, making both Charles and Daniel move to push him back.

"Max, Max." Charles pushes Max back against the wall, not like he was trying to be aggressive but more so that he was trying to diffuse the situation.

"Who the hell are you?" Isaiah wipes at his nose and Max takes a second to look around. About an arms length away, a clearly heavily intoxicated Isaiah sways, Lando and Daniel hovering near him, Logan hangs off to the side by the front of the building--waving someone over. Oscar is to Max's right, whispering softly and kneeling with you as he tries to calm you down. Charles holds Max by one hand to his chest, looking over the group.

Max takes a slow breath, shakes out his hands, wipes his own bleeding nose and then turns to where you're curled on the ground. He walks over, Oscar looking up and standing as Max approaches.

"She's... really out of it." Oscar hums, not expecting you to do much of anything, but you stand on shaking legs and lean into Max's arm that flies up to catch you. Oscar brings a hand up to your other arm, watching as you lift a shaking hand to wipe some blood off Max's face.

"You.." your voice is small, weak, and swaying, and Max adjusts so he can hold you against him to keep you upright.

"Relax, okay?" Max shuffles in your hold, before tossing his jacket over your shoulders, trying to hide the red marks he can see forming on your arms and neck, "Take this and... just stay by my side."

"Hey, cars are here to go back to the hotel." Logan calls, sporting a water bottle and four or five phones in his hand, "y'all ready to go, or?"

"What about this fucker?" Lando asks, eyeing Isaiah. Daniel's arms cross firm over his chest and he nods his head over to Max with a small smile.

"I think Mad Max there did enough damage for this guy to understand he should keep away."

"Oh, and--" Charles turns, leaning down to pick up your heel and handing it to Oscar, who helps you try and put it on while Max keeps your stable.

"He should know better than to mess with the friends of the... what do they call me? Prince of Monaco or whatever?" Theres a sly grin that ripples across Charles face and a look of horror dons Isaiah's as he realizes just who he'd been fucking with. When he goes to run, Lando chases him out with a loud drunk cackle as you're escorted to a waiting car.

You know, loosely, that you've ended up in the back of some car, situated between Max and Charles who speak in hushed tones. Your head is swimming, a headache thrumming under the swirling world and sick feeling in your body. The jacket someone had laid over your shoulders providing both heat to your trembling body but also, coverage and protection. The night was pieced together, a mess of shots, dancing, and laughter that had blurred together the longer you had been in that stuffy Monaco club.

That one shot had been the downfall, you'd known it had tasted off but assumed the best. And then Isaiah had shown up, and you should've known from that moment everything was over. You should've told Max to wait with you, instead of waiting for Daniel to get Logan out of the club. Oscar was way too preoccupied trying to keep Lando from being an idiot to notice you get grabbed, of no fault of his own, and Lando was too drunk to know what was happening in general.

And the next thing you can remember seeing, as you recount the nights events to try and keep yourself from losing your stomach in the back of this very nice car, is Max. The way he'd thrown Isaiah down and followed him, each collision of his fist to Isaiah's face, and the way the man beneath him struggled to fight back. The things he had said, the way he looked was nothing like the Max you had grown accustomed to. He wasn't cold and reserved, silent, just a phantom you had grown used to having behind you. No, Max was fiery, loud and violent. No longer was he a passive nod, he was a fist being jammed into teeth with intent to break something, intent to maim the man who'd even just tried to hurt you.

"You alright?" Max asks, and you realize you've been staring. Swallowing, you look down at your lap, holding your shattered phone and broken purse in your hands as you try to think of what to say.

"Y'didn't hav'ta do that." Your words come out more sloshed together than you had hoped, and Max sighs, his own nose scabbed over a while back, you can tell from the darkness of the blood around it.

"No one gets to treat you like that, yeah?" Max says, leaning down to pull the jacket further over you to make sure you're kept safe within it, "No one."

"Christian's g'nna be mad at'ya." You lean into his chest as he sits back, and though he's still for long enough for you to almost pull back, his arms wrapping around you a second later makes you stay.

"He can be mad all he wants, I don't regret pummeling that guys face in." Max shrugs and you hear Charles laugh softly, the car pulling to a stop. The world spins as Max and Charles get you out of the car, into the hotel, and then it's Max who brings you into his room. Charles goes off to get some rest, just leaving you and Max alone. Max says it's because your room is right next to his, so he can just take you next door when you get sleepy. So, you end up on the couch in Max's room with his duvet wrapped around you like a burrito while scouring the room service menu with a water bottle in hand.

"See anything good?" Max asks, emerging from the bathroom in an arguably comfier outfit, you hum setting it down and drinking about half the bottle in one go. The water was helping, or it was placebo as the actual things in your system were finishing up their course. But even though a simple thing of chicken tenders and fries sounds great, you still feel sick enough, you can't imagine stomaching anything.

So you complain, "They have boring food."

"It's a hotel. I wasn't expecting caviar or something." He sits next to you, taking the menu off the coffee table and reading over it, "we can just get junk. I think Christian will understand."

You're quiet for a few seconds, before you poke Max's leg with your foot, "You didn't have to do that, Max. The whole thing with Isaiah."

"If I didn't do that, how far would he have gone?" Max's response is blunt and there's no answer you want to tell him. His hands tighten around the menu before he tosses it down, his hands almost fidgety.

You need to fill the silence, so you say, "You could've just shouted."

"And let him keep his hands on you? God, forget it. Y/n, you should've told me about him, I would've kept a closer eye on you while we were leaving."

"Why would I have told you," You immediately counter, brushing some hair out of your face as you turn to Max and almost curl into the blankets for safety, "it's not like we even talk outside of press."

"I know but..." Max struggles to find the words, you can see it in the way his mouth opens, closes, and then finally he sighs and adjusts the way he's sitting, "you're still my teammate, and... I know you might not really believe me but I'm gonna be here for you. Whenever you're ready to rely on me, I'll be there."

You don't really know what to say, just watching him for a moment before you whisper, "what if I want to rely on you now?"

"Then, let me say this," Max leans forward, brushing a few hairs off your face and adjusting the blanket as he speaks in such a soft tone you're surprised it comes from him, "No one's gonna hurt you as long as I'm here. I promise you that."

There's almost a sort of... pain that fills you. The genuine feeling of his tone, and you shimmy out of the blankets partly as you murmur in your still tipsy haze, "Can I have a hug?"

"Oh, sweetheart... come here," his arms extend and in moments you feel him cradle you to his chest as you hide there, still sickly, still exhausted, still shaking. You close your eyes against his shirt and sigh heavily. Neither of you speak for a while, after Max orders a bunch of random items and two teas from the room service. You know you're crying, even as you try and hold yourself together. Even if you hadn't been in your right mind when everything had happened, it still shook you to your core. Without having to be told, Max rubs along your shoulders, eyes closed as he lets you bury your head against his chest and sob. He doesn't move until you calm down enough for him to feel comfortable gently setting you aside to get the room service left in the hall. When he comes back, he plops next to you on the couch and hands you a plate of shitty hotel food. And as Max plays some videos on his phone for the both of you to watch, you feel the drinks slowly wean off as you sip on the tea, head buried against Max's shoulder as you blink at whatever stupid tik tok has him making a weird face at his screen.

You're not sure when you fall asleep, but you wake up laying on Max's couch, head in his lap as two voices speak above you.

"She's alright, though?" Christian's voice speaks and you feel someones hand running through your hair by its roots, coming back to rest warmly against the back of your neck.

"A bit shaken, but it's y/n, she'll be fine." Max's voice is soft. Christian sighs and shakes his head with a soft chuckle, the sound of a cup being set down as someone gets up off the other side of the couch. Max, who you've been laying upon for a while now, shifting and chuckling softly.

"You've been wrapped tight around her finger, huh?" Christian's voice chimes a bit farther away now.

"Yeah. Just a bit." Max's hand moves, tucking hair behind your ear as he plays with the ends of each strand in a small little pattern, "She's not a bad one to get caught by though."

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natailiatulls07 · 6 months

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Situationship

Frat!Lando Norris x influencer!reader

Summary - They are in a situationship but it’s not like the public don’t know, their pr teams need a pay rise

Warning - mention of a situationship, swearing, alcohol, partying??

A/n - This is based around Central Cee and Madeline Argy, and I mean so based that Madeline is kind of a face claim in this loll

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f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris at a party in Paris with Norwegian DJ and music producer, Kygo. It’s not usual for Lando to party in the city of love, is he here for someone special??? 👀

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username Looking hot as usual

username Lando dating rumours??

username DJ/frat Lando = the best Lando 😍

username Maybe he’s there to see Pierre or Ocon?

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username Heyyy anyone seen Y/n’s new pod, Miss gurl has a little situationship 😏

username She said on her story that she in Paris with her favs, maybe he’s there with her……

username Yk who else was in Paris this weekend??!?!!

username A certain frat boy formula one driver!!

username Oh give over, there’s no way!

username Yeah like how would they even meet??

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Spotted: They do say that Paris the city of love. Lando Norris and Y/n L/n share an intimate moment out on the streets of Paris, is this the situationship influencer Y/n was talking about in her podcast??

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username That girl on tweeter was right!!

username ‘no strings attached’ Yeahhhh I don’t think soooo

username Ummm I don’t knowwww

username You mean that’s the girl who sitting with her dog in her car is in a situationship with Lando Norris a formula one driver 🤨

= username Mate! She’s more than a random girl, she has done some many things!!

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Lando Norris Masterlist 2.0

☁️ - fluff 🌶 - smut 🖤 - dark themes 🥲 - angst

One Shots

New Hobby ☁️

Just Call Me Santa ☁️

"I'm an Independent Woman" "I Can See That" ☁️ 🥲

Keep Your Hands To Yourself ☁️ 🥲

Get A Hold Of Yourself ☁️ 🥲

Not Just A Pillow Princess 🌶

That's My Wife ☁️

Took My Soul & Wiped It Clean ☁️ 🥲

“Just Don’t Be So Sensitive” 🥲

Worth Celebrating ☁️

Sometimes You Just Know ☁️

Don't Be Such A Muppet 🥲

I'm A Lucky Girl 🌶

Taking Care Of You ☁️

Naps > Everything Else ☁️

I See Your Face ☁️ 🥲

I End My Day With You ☁️ 🥲

No Risk. No Loss. 🥲

We Are Not Being That Cliche 🥲

Team-cest ☁️

We Have A Life Together ☁️

I'll Meet You There ☁️ 🥲

Hold On & Don't Let Go ☁️

Full-Time Annoyance ☁️

It Was Your Stupid Idea ☁️ 🥲

Every Syllable ☁️

Never Going To Happen Again 🌶

What Do You Call Perfect? ☁️ 🥲

Such Public Affection☁️

Squish ☁️

Calm The Noise ☁️

I Know A Real Orgasm 🌶

You Left & I Didn't Wait. ☁️ 🥲

Ew You're Gross ☁️

One-Sided Conversation ☁️ 🥲

No Hiding In Plain Sight Part 2 ☁️

Love On The Brain ☁️

She's A Luxury ☁️ 🥲

Sleeping Habits ☁️

Please Be All Mine ☁️

Sunshine ☁️

The Risk Of The Sport 🥲

Change Of Lifestyle ☁️

I Won't Let You Leave 🌶 🖤

Red Bull Is Just Better ☁️ 🥲

I'd Date A Fan ☁️

I'll Crawl Home To Her ☁️

A Sinner Deserves Their Saint ☁️ 🥲

Perfectly Fine ☁️ 🥲

So Messy (For Everyone Else) ☁️

Latched On ☁️

McLaren is Home & Family ☁️ 🥲

Something About You 🌶

Don't Put That On My Plate ☁️

Windows To The Soul ☁️

What I'd Do For You ☁️

Broken Faith 🥲

Bring Heaven To You ☁️ 🥲

Not Like Everyone Else ☁️ 🥲

What's Mine is All Mine ☁️

Don't Touch ☁️

You Slow It Down ☁️

Helmets ☁️

Out of Character 🥲

Wetter Than Water 🌶

Millionaires Boys Club 🥲

Where You Lay Your Head ☁️

Not Very Discreet ☁️

After Your Man ☁️ 🥲(ish)

Bragging Rights ☁️

Do Something About It 🥲

Caught In It ☁️ 🥲

Out With The Old, In With The New? ☁️ 🥲

Strawberry Delight ☁️

Panic Stations ☁️ 🥲

I Got You Babe ☁️ 🥲

Linked ☁️

Pamper Yourself (Girls Night series) ☁️

Little Do You Know ☁️

Spare Me Your Mercy/MV1 🥲 🌶 (with Max)

Priorities ☁️

Never Mix Business with Pleasure 🌶

Your Hand Please ☁️

What You Do To Me ☁️ 🌶

All in the Details ☁️

From the Day That I Met You ☁️

The Pressure of a Crumbling World 🥲

Are You Jealous? 🥲

So Daddy ☁️ 🥲

A Mini Version ☁️

Sting 🌶

Not How We Are ☁️ 🥲

They Wouldn't Understand 🌶 🖤

Easy To Be The Favourites ☁️

Exclusive To Me 🌶 🖤

As Bad As It Can Be ☁️🥲

She Was Here ☁️

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chrisevansonly · 8 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯lando norris x female reader (ft. alexandra saint mleux)

✯social media au

✯so now we know who’s girl lando’s gf really is

✯pt 2 to lando’s girl, not requested i just wanted to do a part two🤭

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justaredheadf1fan · 1 year

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The joke of Jeddah

Heyoooh!

It's (finally) time for the good stuff, I hope at least.

I wanted to comment on this, since I didn't do it on the previous post. I obviously read about Angela's departure yesterday. I know she's pursuing something else and that she's happy with her choice but it honestly makes me sad that she's left Lewis' side. Wasn't it enough losing Seb, Mick and Daniel? Not Angela too 😭

Quali - Saturday

Now onto praying for no crashes (bad ones at least). At the moment the only thing worth mentioning is Sargeant's time being erased in a turn where there's no space to go off actually, but what do you expect nowadays. He then almost crashed and barely made it out untouched. Lucky guy.

Other than that, more or less going through to Q2 the ones that always do. Drama starts now, here's hoping.

Sid the Sloth having engine issues is giving me back my will to live, but WHY IS THIS NOT HAPPENING ON THE RACE!? If this isn't fixed on time he might start tomorrow close to Sharl, and that might give Sharl an opening to crush him. Hopefully. YES, HE'S OUT!!!!!

Finally, Q3 time and now the reality check might hit me in the face. Let's see.

Looking pretty solid for Ferrari and Aston Martin, Lance putting a hell of a lap right there. Seriously, he has me on a chokehold this boy. Even Pedro de la Rosa was defending him, saying to the others "Hey hey hey, we do NOT talk shit about Lance in this house". Obviously, I'm... paraphrasing. At best 🤣 Sorry, I'm a fangirl.

Sharl getting a very good P2 but unfortunately my baby boy is getting a penalty tomorrow, so we're starting off the season really well. I know Vasseur's pulling at the hairs he no longer has at the moment. Someone help that man and Sharl 🥲

George is right there in the fight which is a good sign for sure. Lewis on the other hand is starting P8. I know there's hope, I know he can achieve anything (last year proved it), but it sucks seeing him go through this. AGAIN. Why Mercedes? WHY?

It's nice to see, or not see better said, that a certain someone isn't there. I know this is a cosmic fluke and it won't ever happen again knowing RBR, but a girl can dream. Sid the Sloth will probably overtake everyone until he gets to Checo and RBR throw team orders at him and let's him pass.

I just hope I'm wrong.

Race - Sunday

It's race day and here we go with the anxiety rocketing right before the start. Although that anthem was the light of my day. Can we talk about how BAD that sounded!? My goodness, what was that?

Anyway, so now I'm here waiting for the Top 6 so crash in into each other. I mean, that Top 6 is absolute CHAOS. In George, Esteban and Lance we trust. I saw this post that Marina sent me a couple hours ago and I'm still laughing.

Okay, so this started off well for Alonso and the rest, Alonso getting ahead but just a few seconds later there was a flash of news saying he started on the incorrect position. This is fucking insane already.

5-second penalty for Fernando, same as Esteban in Bahrain. That was quick. I do have to mention Lance's balls eating Carlos up. I'm such a fan of this dude, seriously.

The McLaren duo are having a blast, I see. Oh Karma, how good is it seeing you again this week.

Sharl is going full force after Pierre and Lewis, eats up Pierre very easily and almost gets Lewis right then and there and thank goodness for that turn, otherwise he might've done it. But there we go, penalty coming for Lewis. Or well, they gave him a warning, which is surprising since the FIA loves, LOVES giving Lewis shit for anything.

Sharl ends up passing him easily too, which I expected already. And Sid the Sloth is right there catching up quickly to everyone as expected too. I don't think it'll be long before he catches Sharl. Unless... Sharl plays it the way he knows how. I'M COUNTING ON YOU, SHARL.

I'm hoping Lance eats Carlos up. Honestly, I'm hoping he just embarrases him at this point. Ah shit, Sharl gets out just in front of him, but I hope he just passes Carlos and then Lance can do his thing.

NO NO NO NO NO FUCKING HELL. LANCE ASKED TO STOP ON TRACK. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. SAFETY CAR. AND LEWIS JUST PASSED THE PIT ENTRANCE, SHIIIIIIIT.

Fernando stops serving his penalty and off he goes. George stops too and Alonso still goes out ahead of him. Crap. And the Ferraris had already stopped no they're fucked. At least Lewis can stop now. Let's see what this does.

The medium tyres are working perfectly for Lewis, that was beautiful! Mercedes sandwich for the Sloth. LET'S GO BOYS.

I mean, I would pass George like that too if I had an illegal car. That's not normal, seriously. I mean, and they still complained about an economic penalty, but are you fucking serious?

So Alonso was useless against Sid. That's disappointing. Lewis right there behind George. And Albon in the mean time is losing the brakes and has to move to the pits to retire.

I'm reading that George has disobeyed team orders. I really hope this isn't true because otherwise, despite how much I love him, as soon as I step into Montmeló this year I'm gonna fucking deck him. I'm sorry but if this is true, nope. Lewis should just start playing a Sebastian Vettel card and do him like Seb did Mark back in the day. Seriously.

Can both RedBulls please crash into each other? Nothing serious, just enough to fuck off. Of course they couldn't. I mean, I've just watched the end of the race like looking blankly at a wall.

It's now been a while since the end of the race, I needed to cool off a bit first. Basically, because I've confirmed that the Mercedes team orders were for real and George ignored them completely, and also that Mercedes didn't inform Lewis about shit. So, yes, I'm fucking pissed.

Alonso getting the 10-second penalty (which in itself I think is pretty correct) after the podium ceremony is beyond stupid. Not that I'm going to support Alonso or anything but there was a 30-lap gap between his pit stop and the ceremony, they had more than enough time to let him know about the new penalty. The FIA is very keen on just doing things in a certain way that's pretty much on-the-go instead of being efficient about it. Unbelievable.

It's not fair that George gets the podium. It's not. He's been rewarded with it after disobeying team orders and knowingly hurting Lewis. I'm just hoping Lewis stops being the better person and enters his 2016 era (or even 2007) again. I'm sorry George, I like you, but this is truly unacceptable. And Mercedes, WTF? He's given you 8 Constructor's titles, are you out of your fucking minds? They all should know better by now. Really hope he stops giving a shit.

Anyway, I hope Australia looks better than the past 2 races. Because this is the biggest shitshow.

Peace out.

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frenchcurious · 2 years

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Kimi Räikkönen - McLaren MP4/17 Mercedes FO110M - Grand Prix de Saint Marin - Imola 2002. - source F1 Old an New.

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saintslewis · 11 months

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Spin bout u • LN4

pairing: lando norris x black fem driver!reader

summary: in which he finds out about what your boyfriend’s doing to you and he has to stop it before he loses you.

warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship, violence, swearing, protective grid, mentions of bruises.

saint’s notes: so i have such a school girl crush on Lando, it’s not even funny anymore so here’s something. i was just scrolling and i saw @bbymelsworld indirectly requesting this so let’s start! sorry if there’s typos!

taglist: @thisismeracing @certifiedlesbianbaddie

P5.

Just 4 places behind your teammate, Lewis. As much your team, Mercedes, had decided to celebrate the qualifying positions and you were both set for Silverstone, you knew you were in trouble the minute you got out of the racing car.

Standing close to the garage entrance, you took a sip from your large bottle of water and watched how the other drivers were getting ready for post-qualifying interviews with smiles on their faces and the atmosphere was buzzing. You hadn’t noticed that Lewis was walking towards you, placing his hand on your shoulder causing you to violently flinch at the sudden contact.

“Oh uh, hi Lewis.” You sheepishly smiled, hoping that he would completely forget about the past few seconds. His eyes bore into yours but he knew the media was watching the both of you so he didn’t want to ask any questions that would raise suspicions. He immediately put a smile on his face, removing his hand from your shoulder. “You killed it on track,man. Proud of you as always. A few of the drivers and I are getting some ice cream after the big day. Are you up for it?” He suggested, knowing that your mood had decreased the moment you stepped out of the car.

Lewis was the mentor you had been hoping for since before your karting days. Starting off in 2022, you came into the F1 world scared of what would come to you. You were now the second black driver on the grid, a woman and the youngest, just two months short of Oscar Piastri. After the announcement of your arrival in F1 and into Mercedes, the world went insane at your presence. Lewis had been there for you since your first day, helping you handle the challenges of being black and the only woman after decades in F1.

The rest of the grid had welcomed you with open arms, loving your energy and kindness that you would often display the first half of the 2022 season until after a race in Spa did they notice your entire demeanour change whenever anyone was near you. How you would push yourself to your limits which resulted in a crash in Imola that had everyone worried for your safety. How you used to be known as Lewis’ protégé in terms of paddock fashion but now you barely show any skin. How your smile used to brighten up any room you were in but now it barely reaches your eyes. They had speculations that you could possibly be in a relationship but they didn’t want to assume.

However Lando kept his eye on you, with him being the first to always notice your mood changes and the way you would distance yourself from everyone every time you wouldn’t get pole. His crush on you was as clear as day to anyone who paid attention and both of your fans would highlight your interactions, especially when you would go film with Quadrant as a special guest and definitely when he pointed out that you had the same McLaren, just in different colours.

“Um I might take you up on that one, Lew. Thank you.” You quietly said and he nodded, turning away from you to begin his interviews. You too needed to get ready for your interviews but you knew you had a limit today; 5 interviews with female reporters and immediately return home to your boyfriend of two years.

Patting the last of your body foundation on your arms, you heard your phone vibrate with various text messages from your boyfriend, Beckham.

Beck

i’m going out with the boys

you better be home when i get home

you

can you at least not come home smelling like another woman?

Beck

fix that stupid sentence and pray i go easy on you today, bitch

You sighed, switching your phone off completely and leaving the driver’s room while fixing the band of your leggings, the chain clinking and sparkling under the Mercedes garage lights. Walking past Toto’s seat and giving him your special handshake, you got to the media pen with your assistant, Jamie, trailing behind you.

“Hello Y/n!” A reporter who you quickly recognised as Kim waved you over to where she was standing and you excitedly walked up to her. “Hi, hope you’re well.” You greeted, steadying yourself on the barricade. “ I am, thank you. You look awfully happy. Is P5 good for you?” She asked.

“Uh, it’s definitely better than last week. That’s for sure.” You responded, the memory of receiving P12 and receiving a harsh greeting when you got to the hotel came to your mind but you quickly pushed it to the back of your mind. As you spoke with her, Kim and Jamie alike had noticed smudges on your arms but didn’t want to intrude. “I’m sorry Y/n but if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your forearm?” Kim questioned, taking a closer look at it only for you to snatch your arm away in a gentle manner.

“Oh, this! Just bumped into the door a little too hard.” You gave a fake smile, your bracelets clinking together to somewhat hide the almost green looking bruise that seemed large from afar. “That door must’ve hated you because it definitely left a mark.” Kim hissed at the look of your bruise. You could’ve sworn that your forearm had the most coverage from the body foundation.

Before you could even get another word out, a familiar presence came up behind you and placed a hand on your upper arm, causing you to flinch once again and this time, the whole world had certainty seen everything. You internally cringed at the thought of this very moment being captured. Turning around, you saw that it was Lando with a smile on his face but his beautiful green eyes told a completely different story. “Hey n/n, just came to congratulate you for P5.” He greeted, his eyes moving to examine the face he was slowly falling for. Lando could tell that you were uncomfortable so he had to come up with something, quickly.

“I uh bumped into umm Naomi and she’s looking for you. She said it’s important.” He quickly blurted out, noticing the confusion on your face but you quickly fixed your face to turn and excuse yourself from Kim and the media pen as a whole.

As you began walking with Lando silently, you battled keeping your tears from falling, your breathing becoming increasingly faster but you couldn’t break because the media was following you everywhere. Putting on a fake smile, you gave a few cameras a wave as you walked in the direction of the Mercedes garage. You turned to Lando so quickly, it almost tripped him up. “Um I’ll see you tomorrow, Norris.” You said, terrified at the fact that the cameras were pointed to you and that this footage would reach Beckham.

“O-oh okay. Uh travel safe.” Lando stuttered, sensing your nerves as he watched you practically run into the motor home. He didn’t want to be that person but he has a feeling that his suspicions were right.

P6.

Your hands shaking terribly as you took off your gloves and ran to your driver’s room, completely ignoring the media following behind you. Lewis, who had won the race, cut his interviews short as he saw you running. He made his way into the Mercedes garage, unaware that two other drivers were following him too. You only had a panic attack once and that was the cause of your crash, resulting in a mild concussion.

Most of the grid was extremely protective over you as they had sworn to be after the media would continuously attack you just for your existence so check-ups on you were quite frequent, especially when you changed your entire demeanour.

Jamie was already with you, holding your head in an embrace as the both of you cradled together outside your driver’s room. You tried to keep your sobs silent, scared that he would hear you as if he fed off of your fear towards him. Hearing heavy footsteps coming in your direction, you slightly lifted your head just to see Lewis, Charles and Lando look extremely worried as they slowed their pace to approach you.

You hid your head further away from them, not wanting your fellow drivers to see you like that. Your teammate was the first one to crouch down next to you, giving breathing exercises to you to help you calm down. Wiping your tears with the back of your hands and filling them with mascara lines, you stood up hastily and turned to the drivers. “I’ll see you guys later for ice cream.” You managed to croak out, rushing into the driver’s room.

Defeated, the boys hesitantly turned around to return back to what they were doing and all had the same thing in their minds; get to the problem that is bothering you and that has been bothering you for the past year.

Parking your McLaren in the driveway of your house, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that Beckham’s car wasn’t there as well. As you opened the front door after unlocking it, all you could smell was the strong scent of Chanel No.5, a perfume you would never use but it lingered around your home. The mystery woman’s discarded clothing was laid out on the floor, her undergarments reaching the stairs. Hearing thumps from upstairs, you slowly made your way up there only to find a woman in your walk-in closet, holding a pair of your jeans to her body and she muttered at how these clothes would never fit her.

She was the complete opposite of you. Much skinnier with the shiniest blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. Clearing your throat, you startled her and she gasped loudly, not expecting anyone to be in the house. “Get out.” You sighed out, looking over the mess she made to your closet. Some of your jewellery was outside of its cases, your bags were skew on their display and your shoes were mismatched. “But B said no one lived here with him.” The girl said with a tone that made you want to drag by her hair.

“Look, get out of my house. I don’t want to repeat this shit.” You said and she still hadn’t put your jeans down, not moving an inch. Placing your handbag on one of the chairs in your closet, you grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her out of your room and out of your house. Her pleas were pathetic to your ears and you slammed the front door in her face. After a few moments of silence, you could hear her screeching into her phone to your boyfriend about how much of a bitch you were.

After cleaning up all the mess and calling Jamie to organise movers to take all your things to your home in Monaco, it was nearly time for the ice cream night with some of the drivers and you had thought of cancelling on them multiple times but you knew you needed the break. Feeling your phone vibrate as you zoned out, you checked to see who was texting you.

landoooo

hey y/n

this is the ice cream place we’re going to

address

you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to btw

you

i’ll be there, lands :)

landoooo

oh okay cool

see you later y/n :)

you

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You sighed at the thought of covering your scars and bruises and you could not even cover up as it was a boiling hot evening in London (rare). Luckily, you had a few more bottles of body foundation in your second bathroom so you were okay. A shower and a little snack later, you stared at yourself in the mirror and you had stood there for 5 minutes. You were disgusted by yourself. The shorts were hugging you and the tank top was showing your chest a little bit too much but it was covering everything but of course you were overthinking everything. You fixed your cap and shades and grabbed a different bag from before, a Dior saddle bag which was a gift from Lando for your birthday. You cherished this bag because of the artwork on it, a small portrait of your first win on it with the tall buildings of Monaco behind you.

Putting on your crème white Louis Vuitton varsity jacket, you didn’t think twice before taking the car keys and leaving your house in a rush. Around the drivers was the only time you could be happy without Beckham near you. You would’ve had other friends but they were chased away because they spoke up against your relationship. He wanted to keep you around as a trophy, to brag to his friends that he has a well-off girlfriend who will provide for them because that’s all you did. Beckham only worked part time at an electronics store whenever you weren’t around. When he started physically hurting you, you felt trapped and you felt like you would never get out of it. During your first season in F1, you became ‘friends’ with Lando. You were very careful with the friends title because you knew you weren’t allowed to have any guy friends.

Down the line, you began having feelings for the McLaren driver. Just everything about him had attracted you to him but you felt terrible for even thinking of him like that because you felt like Beckham knew each and every one of your thoughts so you gradually distanced yourself from him, slowly depressing yourself because of the lack of communication between you and other drivers. You never wanted Beck to attend any races because you knew he would absolutely embarrass you. He would often say that he would become friends with all the other drivers so that he would never have to deal with you. Not to mention that he was your first everything so you were conflicted about leaving him because you loved him.

Without even noticing, you had reached the ice cream place. It was decorated with different pastel colours and it just looked like the place to cheer anyone up. Making your way into the shop, one of the employees was tasked to guide to their private area for vip and a few people recognised you as you made your way into the room. Hearing the driver’s laughs bouncing off the walls, you pushed the door and alerted them of your arrival. “She’s here!” A very happy sounding Max cheered causing the others to cheer as well. You went around the incredibly long table to greet everyone and a few stood up to hug you. Sat between Lewis and Mick, a menu was already placed in front of you along with a small cup of cookies and cream flavoured ice cream, your absolute favourite. Looking at the seat in front of you, Lando gave you a slight nod and a grin. You smiled right back at him and dug in.

Throughout the evening, you spoke to mainly everyone from your seat and took your jacket off during your conversation with Carlos who was right next to Lando. You never realised how whenever you were talking with anyone, you always rubbed your arms and you were doing quite excessively at the moment, unaware that your body foundation was quickly rubbing off and your bruises and scars were become visible to anyone who was looking. Feeling something sticky on your hands, you excused yourself from the table to go to the bathroom to wash your hands.

As soon as you closed the door, everyone turned their heads to where you were sitting. Releasing a small sigh, Lance began speaking. “Um so everyone saw the bruises right?” He questioned and everyone hummed in agreement. “I know this is obvious but clearly they weren’t self-inflicted. Does anyone know anything?” Esteban spoke up. “Would that be the reason why she covers up these days?” Pierre asks, examining your jacket which had a few smudges on the inside of the arms. Your phone began vibrating against the table, Siri notifying that Beck had been calling. All the drivers looked to Lewis to answer the call. Although he didn’t want to go over his boundaries with your private life, he was curious and definitely had questions.

As Lewis answered and put the phone on speaker, he couldn’t even get a word out before Beck began his rant. “I thought i said you should be home by the time I get there, you fucking bitch. If I find out you’re with other guys, you’re dead.” He warned through the phone, immediately alarming the guys. “Ay man, who the fuck are you talking to like that?” Lewis began, he was already livid and held his car keys in his hands.

“Of course she’s with other guys! What? Is she giving herself to you guys like the bitch she is? Huh? Getting passed around?” Beck cackled loudly. “Just shut up,man. Are you the one putting your hands on her?” Lewis grumbled. “And what about it, bro? Are you gonna tell on me?” He mocked. “Whoever the fuck you guys are, you can’t get nothing from me. She’s nothing without me and she knows it.” Beck yelled, sounding sober and the rest of the guys knew it was time to go handle him. Before anyone could say anything more, you walked into the room with a small smile only to be met with silence and a few drivers surrounding something.

“Guys? What’s going on?” You trailed off, going closer to your seat. “Oh there she is! Listen Y/n, come home and we can talk about your little friends, okay? Just want to talk. Also, P6 today? You already know what’s gonna happen. See you soon.” Beckham taunted you and he hung up the call, your stomach dropping once you realised the situation. Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at the drivers who were already looking at you with concern.

“Um-” Your voice broke as your throat closed and you felt the first two tears fall. Being pulled into a hug, you began sobbing quietly and that broke the driver’s hearts. Smelling the familiar cologne, you realised it was Lando and that made you sob even more, knowing that you couldn’t be near him during all of this. Feeling a hand on your back, you looked to see it was Lewis. “Y/n, we’re coming with you when you drive home. He will never threaten or hurt you while we’re around.” He assured, rubbing your shoulder and being careful to not add pressure to the huge bruise there. Looking around the room, all the drivers were gathering their things with anger prevelant on their faces. “We’ll be in the parking lot, Y/n!” Max called out as he walked out and everyone followed after him, leaving just you and Lando in the room.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.” Lando whispered as his cheek laid on your braided head. Sniffling, you answered him. “It’s not your fault, Lands. I kept thinking it was going to get better and it never did. It’s never going to get better.” You sobbed out the last sentence and you felt him hug you tighter. “As long as I’m here, love, everything will be alright. You’re not alone in this. I can’t have you staying with him any longer.” He pleaded, not letting go of the embrace.

“But Lands, he’s going to kill me if I don’t stay. I already don’t have family or friends because he chased everyone away. I feel like I have no one. I want to leave, I really do but I can’t.” You said in a wobbly voice. “No, Y/n. Don’t say that. We’ll get him sorted out. We got you.” He assured you, holding your face in his large hands. He leaned to kiss your forehead and for that moment, you felt peace for the first time in over a year.

With a convoy of 10 supercars on the way to your house, you sat in your car nervous as you led your fellow drivers to your house. Devising a plan before you all left the ice cream place, you would park your car in the driveway and they would follow. You would go into the house and shine a flashlight from a window to let them know that he’s inside the house with you. Driving into your street had your heart racing.

As you got out of the car, you walked to your front door and left it unlocked. You hesitantly took your shoes off, afraid that any sound would alarm him. You shone your flashlight on the window, praying that they saw the signal. “What are you doing?” You heard that rough voice that scared the life out of you. You turned around to face Beck. “T-there was a spider on the window so I was just checking that.” You uncomfortably smiled as you switched the flashlight off. He nodded and walked back to wherever he came from.

Following after him, he sat in the kitchen with a glass of whiskey, sipping from it ever so slowly. “It’s just you and me now.” He smirked and that sent shivers up your spine. “I don’t like your coworkers, they aren’t very nice people.” He mocked with a small smile on his face. Looking at him, your attraction for him disappeared a long time ago, after he began hurting you. His eyes weren’t inviting like Lando’s neither did his smile make you feel safe. Wait, why are you comparing him to Lando?

Breathing in and preparing yourself for everything, you knew it was the only way to end this. “Beckham, I’m leaving you and I’m moving. I want to dead whatever this has become.” You stood your ground, feeling extremely proud of yourself for what you’ve just done. He began chuckling then began full on laughing. “You were always such a jokester.” He said, wiping a non existent tear after laughing that hard.

You knew exactly what was coming next but you couldn’t prepare yourself to run as fast as you wanted. Beckham threw the glass of whiskey next to your head, the shards of glass shattered everywhere and you screamed, running away from the kitchen and out your front door. The drivers saw you running onto the street and got out of their cars. Lando guided you into his car and asked you to sit in it and that he will be back soon. Grabbing a hold of his arm, you asked him to stay with you in the car.

After a few beats of silence between the two of you, he began to speak. “What are you gonna do after this? Like where are you gonna stay?” He questioned, looking at you as you looked straight ahead. “I have an penthouse in Monaco but it’s not yet finished. I don’t know when I was going to move.” You informed him, avoiding his eye contact. “I’m thinking of going to a hotel for the night.” You eventually looked at him and he shook his head a little. “I know I’m stepping on some toes here but come stay by me and we’ll go to Monaco tomorrow.” Lando suggested and you reacted without thinking by kissing his lips quickly.

“You would do that for me?” You asked in a breathy voice. He kissed you back with a little more passion than the first kiss you two shared. “I’d do anything for you, Y/n.” Lando looked into your eyes and you were happily that your feelings towards each other were mutual. Leaning on his shoulder in a comfortable silence, you’re both startled by the knocking on the window only to see that it was Lewis. “So Y/n, just grab whatever you can for tonight and we’ll come back and get everything tomorrow.” Lewis grinned then gave you two a thumbs up as he goes back into the house and the others start leaving.

Getting out of Lando’s car, you went up to each one of the drivers to thank them for their help and support. “What did you guys do in there?” You questioned Max and Charles and they looked at each other with a look. “Someone just cover her eyes when going upstairs.” Carlos said behind you, seeing him walk out onto the lawn with his hair disheveled. “Not to mention the police are on their way for him.” Lance smiled and you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of blood on his shirt.

You looked back at Lando who simply smiled at you and you leaned into his touch as he threw his arm around you.

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