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racinggirl · 1 month
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i’m hunting your ask box at this point but i can’t really regret it, your writing is a masterpiece each and every time 🎉
today’s thoughts : smau where y/n and charles always ‘argue’ and make comments against each other on socials, leading people to think they actually hate each other (they’re actually best friends and lovers in secret, and sit together giggling as they tweet stupid shit about each other) they admit the truth with a post of them on a date with the caption “… enemies to lovers?”
the grid know they’re good friends but not that they’re going out until the posts, lando would definitely be like “yep i knew it i called it” when he really did not
lots of love!! <3
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An iced coffee a day... (only it's just frappuccino without coffee bc I don't like coffee) 🧋
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user8 you're so real for this, queen
charles_leclerc someone needs to teach Y/N that frappuccino's are just coffee's sugary sidekick
yourusername sorry Charles, I prefer my beverages without a side of bitterness. user2 Am I the only one that feels like Charles and Y/N don't like each other this much? user10 Nope. user1 They hate each other lol
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Let the season begin 🏎️ ❤️
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yourusername goodluck, you'll need it 😚
charles_leclerc thanks, good to see you're unable to stay away from my posts 😉 yourusername someone should keep an eye on the chaos you bring to my feed. It's a public service, really. charles_leclerc a public service? I should be charging admission for the entertainment I provide 😘 user7 okay they are UNHINGED
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is it giving 'that girl' vibes? ✨
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user4 YES IT IS 😍
charles_leclerc you're such a StarBucks addict 🧋
yourusername says the guy that's addicted to having a cup of espresso every morning
user10 wait, how does she know? user6 OMG what if they are dating? user2 lmao, they hate each other, I doubt they are willingly hanging out together
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no cap needed 🌎 ✈️
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user1 liked by Charles AND Arthur? I thought they hated each other?
user3 Why do I feel like we're gonna get mind fucked, they are playing a game and we're all losing 😶
user9 I'm obsessed, girl you're living our dream 😩
user5 where are you going???
yourusername 🇯🇵 ❤️ user6 THE JAPAN GP? OMG
user2 hold up, no Charles x Y/N banter in the comments?
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@charles_leclerc have to admit, I would make a pretty good WAG 💋
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user9 OMG OMG OMG OMG
user6 WHAT IS HAPPENING OH MY LORD
charles_leclerc if only you would choose F1 over soccer 😘
yourusername I'll come back to you about that in a week
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Enemies to lovers?...
Took you a while to figure that out, happy 2 years baby ❤️
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charles_leclerc I love you ❤️
yourusername I love you more ❤️ ❤️
landonorris yep, I knew it, called it
charles_leclerc no you did not, you tried to hit on her 😂 yourusername you could learn something from his flirting skills tho, at least Lando didn't ask me if 'falling down from heaven hurt' 💀 charles_leclerc It worked though, didn't it 😉
user1 TWO YEARS ALREADY?
user7 that sixth picture though 😩 ❤️
user8 I want what they have 😍
a/n: thank you for sending in the request sweety! It really means a lot! Hopefully you’ve enjoyed it! As I mentioned before, I will have a small break. I’ve got 3 requests in my askbox atm, but if you have an idea for a story, don’t hesitate to hunt my askbox again and send it in. I’m not 100% sure when I’ll be back exactly, but it shouldn’t be too long. Lots of love 💗
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fandomtravels · 2 years
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Good ll Max Verstappen
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paring: max verstappen x female!reader summary: somehow max never knew he was in love with you, until suddenly it was the only thing he’d ever been certain about. a/n: this is based on the 2018 season but you can imagine it in any season you’d like with Maxiel as teammates. warnings: other than feminine language is used for the reader, i think that’s all? (other than this gif of max, which deserves a warning in itself) word count: 3.5k
November 24, Abu Dhabi
It’s an odd situation, to be told you have feelings for someone. To have been completely unaware of this massive build-up of emotion until someone else physically lays it out in front of you.
But that’s exactly what happened with Max Verstappen.
He saw you every day around the paddock, following you through the media pen like a puppy, inviting you out to dinner with the team whenever possible, always wanting to be front and centre in your photographs, and to be the first one you showed afterwards.
But it was never more than that. Until Daniel told him it was. And his whole world fell down around him.
“Are you ever actually gonna ask her out?” 
His Australian accent sometimes confused Max, but had never been enough that Max had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
It could be anyone, some model that he’d posed with during the Grand Prix build-up, or any of the numerous celebrities and high-end fans that had made their way through the Red Bull garage during their weekend in Abu Dhabi.
“Who?” He continued to aimlessly rub at the shine on his helmet as they waited next to the cars before Free Practice started.
Daniel gave him the most ridiculous look he had ever seen. As if he was not only the dumbest man on track, but in the whole country.
“Y/N, who else would I be talking about?”
Max’s scuffing of his helmet stopped as he now looked at Daniel, who was now lifting his own onto his head and making his way to the car.
“Why on Earth would I do that?”
Daniel pulls his helmet down and steps into the car, hovering out just enough so he can still talk to Max.
“Pretty sure you’re in love with her, mate.”
And Max thinks his life might flash before his eyes.
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March 23, Melbourne
Dinner the night of quali was with the team. The opening race of the season, high hopes all round, Daniel starting his home race P5 and Max only one place ahead of him. 
All crowded around the lengthy table organised for them in some high-end restaurant in Melbourne, the rowdy conversation and supportive comments fly from all across the table, the night sky above them, table lit by the overhead fairy lights. 
You were next to him, as always. Stealing chips off his plate and offering some of your own salad in a pitiful exchange. As always.
Except was it like always? 
Were you always this close to him, so crammed at the table that you were pressed together almost entirely from shoulder to thigh. Except no one else was this close. 
He could smell your perfume, the soft scent making his head dizzy. You smile, beaming at him as he makes a joke to you and Daniel.
You’re so close to him, so open with him, so natural, so happy to spend time with him. To all but ignore the rest of the table in exchange for leaning in close and catching his whispered comments, to give him all your attention.
He’s staring at his plate in an attempt to keep his eyes off of you. To not let himself fall too deep into your eyes, or your smile. To not be so completely hypnotised by your proximity that he can no longer function.
Your hand brushes his under the table.
Max isn’t sure he knows how to breathe.
Daniel is grinning at him from across the table.
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April 15, Shanghai
Seb had won that weekend. Daniel in fourth and himself in sixth. So close to a home podium for Daniel but just not enough.
He got his redemption in China though, a win for Red Bull with another top-five finish for Max. He doesn’t love the post-race set up, the change from his sweaty race suit into clean clothes with no shower in between, the need to remain completely calm and responsible despite the pulsing adrenaline from flying at 250+kph to standing still discussing his performance in front of thousands. 
Maybe all he wants is to go home (or back to his hotel room), get clean and collapse into his bed. As he walks the stretch between his car and his driver’s room, he sees you waiting beside his door. 
And while this is a totally normal, one hundred percent professional situation, a regularly occurring one at that. And yet he can’t quite erase Daniel’s half-joking recount of the last time there had been a girl waiting for him in his driver’s room post-race. The respectful but lewd manner in which he had described his encounter was nothing like the way Max just wanted to hold your body, to gently…
Choosing to ignore the blush growing on his face, he smiles and throws you a hey.
Of course you smile back, innocently as ever and Max feels disgusted at himself and also slightly confused because when on earth had he started to think about you like that?
Maybe he always had. Maybe he was just always in denial that the woman he dreamed up at night looked a little too similar to you.
“Mind if I get a couple candid shots?” You lift your camera from hanging around your neck, “Can’t let Danny be the only one on the Instagram page today.”
He’d agreed of course. Like he’d ever said no to you. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious about his post-race routine, and especially that maybe you’d hang around long enough to see him change. Or maybe that was something he wanted? Maybe that was something you wanted. He needs to learn how to stop thinking
He doubts Daniel ever feels self-conscious about changing in front of a pretty girl.
If he tensed his muscles the entire time he changed while you stood waiting for him, then that was for only him to know.
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April 29, Baku
Media had never been his thing, avoiding as many cameras as possible, especially those who planned to use that footage to pit him against other drivers. And he knew today would be especially bad.
His crash with Daniel had been the nightmare scenario for any team, let alone theirs.
The stewards had decided that they were both equally at fault, both earning the shame they felt and the ugly mix of embarrassment and anger sitting in the garage with them.
Storming out of the space with his head hung low, Max has to walk past Daniel's driver’s room to get to his own. The door is closed but he can hear both Daniel and Michael inside. He wishes he had someone in his corner every time. Someone who, even when he was in the wrong, would tell him that it would be okay, and that he would recover and come back stronger and they would still be there.
You were there.
And by there he means standing at the end of the narrow hallway. Red Bull polo glaring at him in mockery but the look on your face reflected nothing of the sort. 
God he hates pity.
He notices the camera in your hand and feels his heart sink. Of course you didn’t just come to check on him.
“‘M not in the mood for photos.” His voice comes out more aggressive than he meant. It matched his thoughts perfectly but he didn’t mean to be so transparent. 
You look down at your arm as if you had forgotten the camera was there, “I don’t want photos Maxy,” he tries to stop his heart from melting at the nickname, “I just wanted to check on you, maybe offer to play security guard until you’re ready to talk to everyone again?” Your voice was soft, like you didn’t want to push him too hard. Like you were afraid he didn’t want you there.
The best response he can formulate is to push open his door, holding it open as he waits for you to follow him in.
You place your camera on the table as he all but throws himself to sit on the couch, head in his hands as he attempts to contain his overflow of emotions.
It’s only when he feels you next to him that he realised he was crying. Not completely sobbing but the massive build-up of emotions, the anger, the stress, the panic, the disappointment, the shame, was all coming out.
He doesn’t want to lift his head to face you. It was just a stupid crash, it doesn’t even matter.
But then you’re completely leaning into him, one hand resting on his knee, rubbing gentle circles, the other stretched across his back, soothing his far shoulder as your chin rests light on the curve where his back meets the top most part of his arm. He feels so wholly encompassed by you, your thighs and hips pushed together, your chest against his side as you continue to calm him through your unreciprocated hug. 
He isn’t sure he’s ever felt so supported.
With his lack of rejection, you move your head closer, almost whispering in his ear as he falls against your chest, curling into you in response, feeling your arms move to hold him properly. 
He thinks his heart might stop when you kiss his hair when your head rests.
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May 23, Monaco, 8:20pm
Spain had come and gone, and nothing had changed between the two of you. You’d made a joke about needing your camera to get to him because it wasn’t like you had girlfriend or family privileges, and then you’d both gone on with your lives as usual.
While inside Max was still trying to act like getting a comfort kiss wasn’t the most life stopping experience ever. He was tempted to bring it up to Daniel, considering they were back to normal as well, but he would undoubtedly tease him, making some comment about how they can probably move on from the kiss so easily because they already act like they’re dating. So Max kept his internal crisis to himself.
That was until he had gotten a text that turned his world upside down. A text that reminded him of the plans that had been locked in and arranged only weeks ago.
From Daniel, 8:23pm What do you mean she’s staying with you this weekend? 
From Daniel, 8:23pm And how could you forget that?
From Daniel, 8:24pm And isn’t your apartment like completely empty right now?
From Daniel, 8:24pm OOOOOO mate you only have one bed right now!
From Daniel, 8:24pm Did you plan this Maxy? I bet you did
It was the last text that was too far for Max, prompting him to throw his phone face down on his bed groaning. 
You’d been talking earlier in the year about home races with the two of them, killing time during one of your pre-season photoshoots, and Max had offered for you to stay with him in his multi-room apartment. Which he did have. At the time. But he has since purchased a new apartment and is in the process of getting his furniture moved across to his new place, which currently, as of the Wednesday before the race, only has a handful of appliances, a dining table, television, miscellaneous linen and towels, and his one bed. 
And to make it worse, he had completely spaced about his current situation until he walked in the door twenty-five minutes earlier. It was way too late to pull out, and considering your flight would have landed by now, he didn’t really have much choice. It wasn’t like he could hand you off to Charles or Danny to stay with them. 
Well he could, he reasoned with himself, but you’d be totally uncomfortable there! It was a weak argument, even inside his head, but sue him, maybe Daniel was right.
He’s disrupted by his phone buzzing on the bed, reaching forward to pick it up, he almost drops it immediately.
From Y/N, 8:41pm Hey I think I’m outside? I don’t want to knock in case I’m wrong, could you come let me in?
Ah yes, the consequences of his actions.
He does smile to himself though, at your text, he’s literally watched Daniel throw himself on a stranger in an attempt to get into the wrong hotel room after a night out. And yet you didn’t want to risk the possibility of being an inconvenience to anyone.
“Hey,” He can’t help but smile in response to your sleepy state as he opens the door, “Thank you so much for the invitation to stay, I’m really looking forward to your tour guide skills for the weekend.”
Yeah, he’s definitely not letting you stay with Daniel or Charles.
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May 23, Monaco, 9:30pm
You’d managed to convince him that you were completely comfortable with the current situation, after offering to leave only a million times, ideas of “I can take the sofa, or book a hotel room, I really don’t want to intrude.” Which he’d shut down with some pretty strong points.
1. He’d never put you on the couch, that’s not very gentlemanly of him.  2. He doesn’t actually have a couch.
“And three, we’re a day away from one of the most anticipated races on the calendar, hotel rooms have been booked out for months. We’re um, we’re going to have to share, if that’s okay with you of course I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable-”
After which you rolled your eyes, and ended up showered, dressed and tucked under the sheets together in his dark room, only lit by the occasional flicker of outside light through his blinds.
You are in his bed. With him. 
He’s slightly hot in his t-shirt and shorts combination, the fabric rubbing his skin in a way he certainly isn’t used to. It catches under him as he shifts down the bed again. The noise of his movement brings a sweet change to the sound of your soft breathing. The intimacy of hearing you next to him is overwhelming.
“Are you okay, Max?”
Fuck
Your voice is coated in sleep, the words falling out in the most sickeningly sweet way, all soft and breathy.
“Yep.” Wow Max, really reassuring. “Just a bit hot.” Okay, slightly better.
“What’s different to how you normally sleep?” He can hear you result next to him in an attempt to wake up, not wanting to continue the conversation half asleep.
Surely he can’t just tell you that he normally only sleeps in his boxers right? But he could though. He does.
“Just in more clothes than normal,” that was fine right, he’s fine, he’s not actually blushing right now is he?
“If you’re uncomfortable, Max, you need to fix that,” your hand slides across the bed between you both, softly tugging at the hem of his shirt, “you’re driving tomorrow, you need to get a good sleep.” 
He was in fact, not driving tomorrow. He takes his shirt off anyway. 
“Better?” If anything he’s burning up more. Your hand still lying near his waist.
“Yep.” God he’s bad at this.
“C’mon, Max.” Your voice is laced with drowsiness again and he can hear you slipping away.
“‘M just worried I’m gonna invade your space during the night.” 
He can hear your soft exhale of breath, a laugh, let out into the dark air of his room. A lot closer than he remembers you being. His heart is seizing up.
“Best get it over with then.”
And then you’re lying on his chest, near his shoulder. Hand thrown over his waist resting on his opposite side, snuggling into him as you let sleep take back over.
Max knows he’s lying dead straight on his back. He begs his arms to move to hold you, for whatever part of his brain hasn’t just shut off to not mess up maybe his only chance to have you in his arms.
He left his arm to lay across your back and settle on your waist. He can feel the skin where your shirt has ridden up.
He knows his heart rate speeds up. If he feels you smile against his chest, he doesn’t say anything. 
He doesn’t say anything when he wakes up to find himself curled against your back, your ankles crossed together under the sheets as he lets himself feel the press of his forehead against your shoulder, his arm holding you to his chest. 
He just smiles and falls back to sleep.
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May 24, Monaco, 8:40pm
After you collected your requirements for a shower, and disappeared off to his adjoining bathroom, Max had to put all his focus into ordering your dinner, to prevent his thoughts from wandering to your state of undress not ten metres from him. He genuinely doesn’t know how he’s going to survive the weekend if he can’t even get through one dinner.
The media day had gone well. No questions had been asked when you’d showed up together to the track, carpooling a regular occurrence for the two of you. No one asked any questions when Max ‘subtly’ lent against you throughout the day, spending every free moment at your side.
No one says anything because everything is so incredibly normal. So normal that Max is imagining waking up to you every morning. Because that is really the only part of your incredibly touchy and attached routine that has changed.
As he walks back from the front door, order in hand, he arrives at the sight of you, pyjama clad, sitting on his bed, knees tucked under your chin as you direct your focus solely on the cat curled on the bed in front of your fluffy socks.
“What have you got for us tonight?” Your playful tone only indicates the teasing to follow as he places the bag on the navy-covered bed. He follows the movement onto the covers, crossing his legs as he begins to reveal his formula-one-diet-conforming-dinner as he pulls out each dish.
“Aaaaand a salad.” he reveals the final packet as he looks back at you, only to see a soft smile on your face, “What?”
“Should have known what I was signing myself up for, staying with a Formula One driver.” You pick up one of the healthiest options, plain chicken and rice, “health overload.”
By the time he’d finished his rant about how his diet wasn’t that bad, you were already happily eating away.
And then he realises that you’re eating dinner together, on his bed, surrounded by his cats, in his space, in your pyjamas, smelling of his body wash from his shower and smiling at him like that. And wow we should do this more often.
“Oh,” You tilt your head at him, finishing your mouthful, “Should we?”
He feels caught, exposed in front of you as he distracts himself with the food beside you both, stacking the empty boxes together, nodding as the only response to your question.
Your teasing voice comes back as you shift closer to him, moving into a kneeling position for you to lean closer to him, resting forward on your arms, “Like a friend thing?”
He looks up at you now, eyes big and fingers twisting with the doona. “No,” he breathes out, almost too scared to move, his body still completely open to you, legs crossed but arms supporting him from behind, he tries to take a breath, “not like a friend thing.”
You finish your movement, shuffling, almost crawling closer until you’re kneeling in front of his crossed legs, leaning gently into his space, moving your hands to rest near his hips as you let your breath ghost over his face. His eyes flutter closed, lips parting ever so slightly. 
As he looks back at you with hooded eyes, you nudge your nose against his, feeling your lips brush, sharing the air between you, barely even a touch but you can feel his sharp intake nevertheless. 
“Good.” 
And then finally, after endless months of waiting, of watching from afar, and holding you close but never close enough, of pining and hoping and wishing, he tilts his chin just enough to press your lips together and this time he knows his heart stops, because he feels it beat again as you lean further into him. His arms fall behind him and he uses them to wrap around your waist, pulling you down with him.
Max thinks he’s in heaven as he feels you smile against his lips, his back against the bed, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt, getting to brush the skin beneath. Propping your own arms under his shoulders as you hover only just above him. Only the tiniest movement away. He could lift his head and kiss you again. He does. And again. And again. 
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Instead of having team principals on during the race, Sky should interview the witch that cursed Charles, we need to know her story and what he has done to deserve all this.
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Drabble prompt: Wearing red lipstick to leave smooches on Pierre, while being champagne drunk
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As soon as Pierre saw you getting out of your bedroom, he knew he was fucked. He had come back to your hometown after a couple of races, enjoying a rare weekend off in this hell of a season and you two had accepted an invitation from your friends to go clubbing. He knew Rouen’s clubs weren’t the best, if he could, he’d take everyone to Paris and make sure everyone had a good time, but it was the middle of the week and apart from him, everyone had to go to work the morning after, so the town’s clubs would have to do.
Pierre had been adamant that you needed to wear those heels that he got you for a birthday a while ago. The black Louboutins, with the golden point, golden stilettos heels and open back, that he saw in the shop and imagined you in, falling in love with the idea of you wearing them and finally being eye level with you which had been enough for him to slap his credit card on the counter, stating a bold “I’m gonna need those in a 38, please” which made the sales lady grin a little because the amount of times she’d had to watch husbands, boyfriends, fathers or anyone call the girl in question to know the size of her shoes was just astonishing. But Pierre knew all your sizes and tastes, therefore, it's always been easy to shop for you. You’d come to the conclusion a few months ago that Pierre’s love language, apart from a blatant touch crave, was gifts giving and while sometimes you found it a bit strange to own high end pieces that didn’t really match with your day to day life, you were extremely grateful that he kept showering you in the most lavish objects that you wouldn’t even dream getting for yourself because your finances couldn’t keep suit. Money had never really been a taboo for you and Pierre and though you’d rather him not splurge on everything he saw, just for you, he knew your miserably small paycheck at the end of the month was already eaten up by your rent and bills. He stated that gifts would be his way to pay a tiny bit of your rent, since a good chunk of his stuff was now living in your flat.
You had decided to pair the said shoes with a little black dress, fitted to your curves and hitting the middle of your thighs. Nothing really fancy, but the small triangle of skin on your back was enough to have him grin when you closed the door of your bedroom, until he saw your dark red lips and gulped pretty loudly.
“Am I looking okay?” You enquired.
“Okay is not the word I would use, my queen,” Pierre swallowed. “You’re stunning.”
“Stop lying,” You giggled.
“You know I never lie to you, though.”
Emboldened by Pierre’s gawking and compliments, you grinned at him and grabbed your purse, ready to party and let loose for a few hours. Your weeks had been bleak without Pierre and having him back in your little flat was enough to feel like the sun was coming back to Rouen, even though the gloomy days were stretching to no end in the Norman city. Everything felt better with Pierre home and you couldn’t deny the fact that your chest wasn’t tight anymore, like it had been until a few days ago, when the door slid open in the middle of the night and Pierre slipped into your bed, even though you were asleep. The small whine you had let out before curling on his chest had been enough to make him sigh and engulf you in his arms, ready to forget about racing for a couple of days, even though Pyry was most likely going to come back to his mind with a few text stating his training schedule and programmes.
The car ride had been pretty silent, though Pierre’s hands couldn’t stop fidgeting on top of his wheel. There was no way he would have walked to the club with you, mainly because the club wasn’t in the safest part of the city but also because your heels would kill your feet by the time you’d arrive at your destination. You were also pretty sure some of your friends would be completely hammered and he would rather drive everybody home if needed than have them drunk in the middle of Rouen, trying to remember where the heck they even lived.
It took five entire minutes of him picking at the skin around his nail for you to slide your hand on top of his right and slip it on top of your thigh. The small sigh of relief that escaped his mouth would have been enough for you to be damn proud of yourself but the smirk you could see creeping on his lips was the best reward for it.
“Soft,” He only commented.
You let a small laugh echo through the car, knowing you’d been moisturising your entire body for weeks now and it was about damn time he’d realise it. Feeling content with yourself, you slid down a little in your seat, finding the perfect resting position for the small car ride and enjoying the fact that Pierre’s hand had ridden just a tiny bit higher on your thigh. You played with his wrist absentmindedly and drew a couple of arabesques on the back of his hand before you checked your lipstick in the mirror, finding, with relief, that it looked like your new acquisition stuck on your lips perfectly fine.
The club was packed but Pierre managed to get access to a VIP booth, that surely hadn’t seen very famous behinds yet. Your friends settled on the couches while Pierre ordered a magnum bottle of champagne and a fruity cocktail for you, because he knew how much you liked your rum. You grinned at him and sat for a while next to him, his forearm resting on top of your knees and his hand hooked behind one of them, marking his belonging and his pride of having such a good looking girl on his side. But the music soon was too enticing to resist and you squeezed his hand once, letting him know you’d be going on the dancefloor, before some of your friends followed suit, including a couple of guys which reassured him a little. He wasn’t in the mood to dance yet, but watching you sway your hips and laugh with your friends from the couch was already plenty of fun.
And those red lips, that kept stretching into the sweetest smiles to your friends, were going to be the best part of the night. Pierre already knew that when his head would touch the pillow next to yours and his eyelids would close, he would still see that dark red that would haunt him for a while. He wasn’t strong on his liking of red, but this particular one was soon going to become his favourite colour if you kept wearing it, for sure. Of course he had already seen you with lipstick, even a classic red one, for a wedding. But this dark red?
This dark red called for sins and he knew it.
Which truly did explain why, after you turned back on your heels and sipped on your straw, then looked at him with the naughtiest smile, he couldn’t have helped himself and got up to join you on the dancefloor, his hands immediately finding your hips like magnets on a fridge.
“I thought you’d never join,” You commented, throwing your arms above his head to knot them behind his neck.
“You knew exactly what you were doing, you little minx,” Pierre smiled.
“Maybe, but I couldn’t know how fast you’d arrive,” You grinned.
“Liar,” Pierre sighed, his face slotting into the crook of your neck, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of your throat. “You have me wrapped around your little finger and you love it.”
You nodded once, twice, three times, a smirk hung on your drunken features but your mind just clear enough to know that you had won and you could gloat about it. You sure could feel the champagne (that Pierre had insisted you’d take a flute of after your cocktail) clouding your judgement and making the rest of your senses cottony, but you weren’t drunk to the point that you couldn’t feel pride at the speed of which Pierre had come to you on that dancefloor. You did know Pierre was a sucker for you and that absolutely blew your mind, every time you had proof of it, but the fact that he was now dancing with you after you only had to bat your eyelashes his way? Absolute bonkers. You loved that you had that effect on him. You loved that you could hear the little rasp in his breathing when your hips grazed his abdomen and when your lips barely brushed the skin of his jaw, leaving the faintest trace of red on his skin. 
To say that Pierre looked amazing wouldn’t be a lie, but truth be told, you weren’t sure you’d seen him look anything but great. Even when you had to watch over him during a friends getaway, when he had come down with some kind of cold, you had been in awe of him. Pierre always casted some kind of aura that he was somewhat able to control. When he was happy, the golden hue of his skin was unmissable. 
Tonight, though, he reeked of attraction and horniness and you were there for it. If it wasn’t for his hands finding the hem of your little black dress, his eyes constantly falling in the depths of your cleavage before finding your red-painted lips would be enough for you to know how the night was going to end. And if your friends were politely looking elsewhere when you started grinding on him, your back to his chest and his arms clad around your middle, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourselves if you kept going. 
“Take me back home, Gas,” You muttered in his ear, a faint red streak on the top of his ear shell. 
“Understood, my queen.”
You loved that Pierre treated you like royalty, especially in the heat of the moment. He wouldn’t call you “queen” every day, this deserved a special occasion, one that usually involved a very horny driver. Not that you were materialistic, nor did you want to be the one in charge, but the reverence he put in it was enough to drive you mad. You felt like you were the most important person in his world when he called you like that and like you were invincible. You told him that one night, your phone rested on the pillow he used when he was in your bed, but he was laying thousands of kilometres away, in a hotel bed. You told him that this nickname made you feel powerful. That it made you feel loved way beyond measure. His only reaction had been “That’s exactly what I intend for, my queen” and you had ended up moaning his name on the phone, his breathing erratic on the other side of the line. 
The car ride back home had been quiet, even though his hand had found itself way higher on your thigh than on the way to the club. Your lips, though, had peppered kiss stains on his jaw, while your hand had been scratching his beard softly. 
As soon as the door of your flat closed behind your back, your dress was on the floor. 
Lying on the bed, your head loved against his chest, you admired your work of art. Red splotches on his skin, from his cheekbones to his belly button, passing by his throat, were tracing the road your mouth had taken on his body, enjoying the taste of his skin and the smell of his perfume that drove you wild. You grinned at your handiwork, happy with the end result. 
“You look happy, my queen,” Pierre smiled, playing with a strand of hair.
“You should look at yourself in the mirror,” You retorted.
“Do I look happy too?”
“You do, but please, go and have a look.”
Standing gloriously naked in the middle of your bedroom, you admired Pierre counting the red lips drawn on his body. He looked like a Greek God, muscles jutting out from every limb of his. The endless hours of training had changed your lanky best friend into the most  delicious of lovers, though you were still fond of the particular muscle that carved his ass cheeks just enough to make you want to bite them. You watched him discover the stains like small treasures, smiling at every one of them, fingertips tracing the lines were enough to want you to add some colour to his chest again. He looked so proud, it should have been a crime, but most of all, he looked yours and that made your heart swell even more. 
“You did an excellent job,” Pierre smiled, his voice so low you wondered for a second if you’d dreamed it.
“I’m quite proud of my work.”
“You missed a spot, though,” Pierre turned back to you before leaning on the mattress, his whole weight on his arms.
“Did I?” You grinned.
“Just here,” Pierre tapped his lips with an index. “It looks quite pale compared to the rest.”
You laughed for a second before leaning to him but he stopped you before you could kiss him like he wanted to. He turned back to your little vanity desk and grabbed your lipstick before presenting it to you. With a newfound admiration, he watched you reapply the dark red colour to your lips and waited barely long enough for it to dry, before he jumped at the occasion to finally kiss you, groaning in your mouth. 
“Want some more elsewhere?” You teased.
“I’ve got a couple of ideas, yeah,” He grinned. 
Needless to say, Pierre ordered you a stock of that lipstick on the following morning.
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F1 Core Challenge
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Search “[your name] + f1 core” on Pinterest and post the first 9 photos you get ❤️
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Does this make me Senna’s long lost daughter who is Charles Leclerc’s WAG?????
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Perhaps I'll get a lot of hate (tbh, idc) about this, but I'm bloody sick about bringing famous people to Formula 1 races.
As a fan of Simone Ashley (as it's the case today) and as a fan of the sport, I still don't get why she was there. I mean, perhaps I'm wrong but I don't think she knows much of the sport or someone has stopped to explain her about the basics of it before attending the Monaco GP this weekend. Just a "famous face" there and nothing more -which is insulting and degrading to her. I understand her in Cannes (it's a film festival and she's an actress???!!!!!), but not in Monaco. Oh, and same with Elordi and the other one in the RB facility (I know Patrick is a motor sport fan, so he's safe lol).
I completely understand why she denied an interview, as the interview is going to be about the race and not about her or her "product" and, as I said before, she doesn't know anything about it, it's the sensible thing. What I don't understand is the criticism she's receiving about this. She's just a paid guest by the team, she doesn't own anything to anyone. And I doubt pretty much a Bridgerton/Sex Education fan magically will be attracted to watch and follow F1 because she's been IN ONE BLOODY RACE OF THE NINE-MONTH CALENDAR.
This is not a problem of Simone; it's actually of the sport's management and advertising team. And we've, F1 fans, have already seen to bring famous people as guests is not the solution. We all remember that interview with Megan thee Stallion (idk her name, sorry) and how mean is the British press and Sky Sports in particular covering F1.
So, stop hating on Simone and, for the sake of the sport, stop bringing famous people to the races.
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A Max Verstappen x SingleMother!Reader Story
Status: ongoing (it’s a half thought out plot bear with me)
Series Summary: Your daughter runs off while you were in the middle of grocery shopping because she spotted Max, her favourite driver. Meeting you, Max wants to know everything about you and your six year old. So of course he finds excuses to keep meeting you, starting with inviting you to the Dutch Grand Prix.
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go back to sleep - cl16 smut
pairing: charles lecler x fem!reader
summary: charles comes home late after a long week of hardly seeing eachother and fucks you while your asleep
warnings: a little bit if angst at the beginning, established relationship, somnophilia, unprotected sex, fingering and a little bit of a control kink.
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the cool night air that wafted off the mediterranean sea and settled over monaco brought charles no comfort. the darkness of the night pressed around him as he rounded the last few corners before pulling into the driveway.
he'd hardly seen you in the last week. you were swamped with work and always exhausted.
meanwhile, ferrari was falling apart, each race seemingly more disastrous than the last.
before, the two of you had always been able to make it work and saw eachother constantly. cooking together at night by the warm glow of the kitchen lights, reading together or going out on small, intimate dates.
but the last several days had been different. the week had been particularly stressful and busy for both of you but it felt different for charles. your schedules weren't aligning and he often ended up coming home extremely late, and you left early in the morning.
he knew that you were just busy and soon it would all blow over but still, he felt alone. he felt a little paranoid, everything seemed off.
he worried things would grow dull between the two of you. he worried you'd get irritated with his late nights. he couldnt bear to lose you.
tonight especially, his body ached for you.
he parked the car and got out, making his way up to the apartment. he opened the door quietly as to not wake you up.   
hastily, he put down his bags and made quick motions to prepare for bed. the apartment was dead quiet, only illuminated by the city lights that came through the windows. the clock reads 12:39.
as he opens the door to the bedroom, any traces of tiredness in him melt away as his eyes land on you.
you're asleep, your entire body limp. the ponytail you normally wear to sleep has fallen out and your hair fans out across the pillow. your lips are slightly parted and your body heaves slightly with each breath you take.
your legs are spread and your his tshirt is bunched up enough to reveal your white cotton panties, the ones he knows you like to wear to sleep.
you look so peaceful, angelic, fragile. so neatly prepared for charles to wreck. the idea of doing so excites him so much that he finds himself crawling slowly onto the bed.
his fingers begin softly stroking your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties. you dont move, dont make a sound. still asleep, still perfectly spread for charles.
he carefully pulls your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down your folds. even in your sleep, its unbelievable how wet you are from his touch.
his fingers move from softly circling your clit. your body doesnt move.
he slowly pulls your panties down your thighs and slips them off your ankles.
as his thumb continues pleasuring your clit, his fingers glide down and push inside you. your walls tense around his fingers and you groan, you shift positions a little.
but you dont wake up.
he pumps his two fingers in and out of you, increasing his pace ever so slowly as to not disturb you.
your sleeping body clenches around his fingers, walls fluttering with pleasure. charles finds it impossible how you remain asleep with how deeply he thrusts his fingers into you, brushing against your g-spot.
he pulls out his fingers before you can reach your orgasm.
a soft breeze swirls through the open window. you visibly shiver, goosebumps creeping over your thighs.
you remain unconscious still, even as he pushes his unbearably hard cock inside of you. the feeling of having you completely and absolutely under his control sends waves of arousal over his body. your motionless frame was all his to use however he wanted.
a small groan escapes charles' lips at the contrast of your hot core to the cool air of the bedroom. he gently begins thrusting in and out of you, placing his hands on either sides of your waist and gripping the sheets.
you exhale softly from parted lips. the muscles in your abdomen tensing, your walls clenching around him.
he increases his pace little by little. your delicate body flinches. he has to use every ounce of his willpower to keep his pace slow.
your expression beneath him is impossibly soft and innocent. he swears hes never seen anything more beautiful.
a small moan leaves your lips. the noise is hardly audible but the little vibrations that ripple over your body is enough to make charles's cock twitch inside you.
your eyelids flutter, you shift a little. your eyes open slowly.
your whole body feels hot, pulses of pleasure rushing through you. as you slowly regain consciousness your met with charles's intense green eyes. you cant quite read his expression.
it takes you a minute to piece together the situation, your mind still foggy with sleep. the heat and movement between your legs. charles on top of you. the familiar dark glint in his eyes.
charles thrusts into you carefully but deeply. you bite your lip, moaning. your finger nails clutching his arms.
charles brushes his hand over your cheek, touching you softly.
"go back to sleep, ma belle."  his voice is rich and soaked in lust. he places a soft kiss to your cheek, then to your neck.
your body feels so tired from the exhausting week and you're barely holding onto consciousness. so you give into charles without protest, just and you'd done so many times in the past.
you close your eyes. letting the gentle, familiar movements of charles's hips rock you back to sleep.
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Send me a number and I will answer the question.
1 - Which F1 team do you support ?
2 - Who is your favorite F1 driver ?
3 - Who is you favorite no-F1 driver ?
4 - When did you start watching F1 ?
5 - Do you see all the sessions of a race weekend (the 3 free practice, qualifying and the race) or only one or two of them ?
6 - What is your best memory as a F1 fan ?
7 - What is your worst memory as a F1 fan ?
8 - If you had to chose two drivers for you team (currently f1 drivers) who would you choose ?
9 - Who is the most fun driver ?
10 - Who has the best moves (overtaking) ?
11 - What is the moment that made you the most nervous during a race ?
12 - What is the most heartbreaking moment you saw during a F1 race ?
13 - Who is the driver you dream of meeting ?
14 - On which F1 driver do you recognize yourself the most ?
15 - What is your favorite circuit ?
16 - What is your less love circuit ?
17 - If you had to chose the only circuit where F1 would race, where will it be ?
18 - Which driver could you listen to for hours ?
19 - Who is the most important name in the sport fo you ?
20 - If you could rewatch a race in real time, which would it be ?
21 - Who is the no-F1 driver you would love seen succeed ?
22 - If you could be t the paddock of one specifically race, which would it be ?
23 - If you had to describe F1 to someone that had never hear about it in 10 words, what would you said ?
24 - Which driver would you protect at all costs ?
25 - Give the name of the driver you thing has everything to won a championship (besides the car) (ONE ONLY)
26 - Why do you find F1 so good ?
27 - What would you change in F1 ?
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racinggirl · 6 months
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I like it, Picasso 🥰
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pucksandpower · 5 months
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Max Verstappen is actually too adorable (this blessed my eyeballs so now I’m blessing yours)
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racinggirlsblog · 1 year
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Hiyaaaaa! Can you do an Instagram au where you are one of the driver's sister and Charles is his best friend? Like an brother's best friend au hehehe
new beginning - CL16
pairing: charles leclerc x sainz!sister notes: my first request, hopefully you'll like it, I tried my best 😚 If you have any tips or whatsoever please let me know since I'm just a beginner at this lol.
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p2 baby 🏆
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scuderiaferrari that's our guy!
charles16lecfan he could have been P1 if it wasn't for your strategies smh 😒
y/n.sainz whoop whoop! congrats, you ;)
georgerussell63 well done mate! 🙌🏼
cha15russ63 underrated friendship 👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼
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greece, I love you
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charles_leclerc ❤️
_charleslec16_ THEY ARE DATING WHAT?!?!
smooth_operatorrrrr imagine Carlos' reaction 😂😂😂
y/n.sainz he was very surprised 🫣🤭
carlossainz55 yes I was..
landonorris so it's finally instagram-official 👏🏼
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y/n.sainz mon amour ❤️😘
charles_leclerc 😘😘
charlesxy/n that sleeping picture, so cute!!
ferrarifan5027 they look so cute together 🥹
_lordperceval_ they are!!!
ch_leclerc16 that first picture though 🥵
ferraricharlesleclercfan careful, he has a girlfriend now 🤫🤭
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Ronan Farrow, get your ass over to the F1, we need you, king
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storiesforpeanut [ lando norris ]
[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — bf!lando norris x pregnant gf!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *
[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — soon-to-be-parents, fluff, mentions pregnancy, no specific timetable . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *
࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ this is inspired by a filipino actor, ryan agoncillo’s instagram hashtag, #storiesforlucho ! something about dad!lando makes me feel so soft >_< i’ll post this first before posting the written version of fine line (bc i am in a deep pit of writer’s block) anyway, enjoy <3
this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
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storiesforpeanut the day mum and dad went to the hospital to make sure if the tests were true, if you were true. and you were. mum and dad are both confused, scared, but are confident that they could take care of another human being. peanut, the moment we saw this sonogram, our hearts were filled with joy.
this is the day dad called you ‘peanut’ because look at how little you were, my peanut. dad even convinced mum to name you peanut, but mum shut that idea right away. our little peanut, this account is dedicated to you, so you can look at our memories as a family.
peanut, mum and dad loves you so much. you may have changed the trajectory of our lives, but we are still grateful enough to have you in our life. we love you, peanut.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut you were getting bigger day by day, peanut. bigger and stronger that mum was starting to show. mum never left my side, never missed a weekend supporting whatever it is dad was doing. she started wearing bigger clothes to avoid people seeing. not that she was embarrassed, but because mum was afraid that something would happen at the early stage of your growth.
mum did not believe in superstitions during pregnancy, but when you were growing inside of mum, she didn’t want to jinx anything that might harm you, peanut. avoiding the public eye was hard, but heck, your mum did such a good job doing so.
we love you, peanut. and we will protect you from any harm. we will protect you for the rest of our lives.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut our first day back in abu dhabi after a year. mum got ready for our friday schedules and we arrived earlier. people were shocked to see her, after hiding her bump with oversized clothes for at least two months while accompanying dad. people took photos of mum and dad, people started congratulating the both of us.
we hid you for a little while, peanut. that’s because of dad’s work where almost everyone in the world is staring at us and that scared mum and dad. that someone might mob the both of us and could cause you and mum harm.
negativity aside, peanut, your aunts and uncles were excited when they saw mum. everyone, including dad’s big boss had a huge grin on their faces. everyone was happy to meet you, peanut. even though it will still be a few months until we meet you personally.
we love you, peanut. we can’t wait to meet you here.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut mum and had has two moods: beach mood and winter mood. this is taken after our weekend in abu dhabi. we stayed for a few more days, exploring the beach and enjoying the sun before going to a cold place to spend some time with dad’s friends (and ski! which mum can’t do as of the moment, don’t want to harm you, peanut).
you won’t believe it, peanut. mum threw a snowball on dad's head, her revenge because i insisted we call you peanut.
mum enjoys the sun and winter, peanut. those are her favourite season. dad, however, loves all seasons as long as he gets to spend it with mum and you, as well, peanut. mum and dad will experience these seasons with you in a few months.
we love you, peanut. we can’t wait for you to experience your first snow, first beach, first autumn and first spring.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut taken while mum and dad are on their way to maccy d’s in the middle of winter. mum said she wanted fries without the salt. /fries without the salt/. even though that was a weird request, can’t deny mum her weird cravings. after all, she’s growing a literal human inside her–which is you, peanut.
also, mum only ate three pieces of fries and made me eat it while she watched. that i didn’t like. but you know what? dad is ready to give you everything you want. you and mum. be it a weird craving, late night feed or nappy change–i will be there for you and mum. always in all ways.
we love you, peanut. we can’t wait for you here.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut mum took this video. the very first time you kicked, and dad was in the shower (unfortunately). mum and dad are visiting mum’s family where mum reunited with her childhood dog. mum’s pup, poppy, immediately went to her and checked. poppy sensed your existence, peanut. even poppy was excited to meet you.
mum and dad’s family are delighted to have you, peanut. especially your grandmums. they now named themselves, nan from dad’s mum and granny from mum’s side.
we love you, peanut. we are all waiting for your arrival.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut 30 weeks in, and we finally saw your beautiful face, peanut. mum and dad haven’t gotten over the first time they heard your heart beat, felt your kicks, yet here you are... so beautiful as mum’s doctor showed us your face.
peanut, mum and dad were scared the first time we found out that mum was pregnant. but seeing you now, all those fears are gone and we feel confident that we can do this–together.
you are such a happy baby, peanut. you even got dad’s dimples, said mum. you are a perfect balance of mum and dad.
we love you, peanut. 10 more weeks until we finally meet. we can’t wait for that day to come.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut last week of mum’s beautiful belly. any day now, we will finally meet you. you’ll have your first breath, first cry. mum and dad and other family members cannot wait to finally meet you, peanut.
the last nine months has been crazy, peanut. it was crazy, but it was fun. brought mum and dad closer than ever. you’ll be so loved, no, you are so loved already, peanut. and a little spoiled because some of dad’s friends from work have sent you numerous toys and clothes and even diapers to last for the next year or two.
we love you, peanut. we’ll see you soon.
love, dad.
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storiesforpeanut well, it’s nice to meet you, peanut. mum and dad are delighted to finally see you. mum laboured for almost 24 hours, and by the time stroked at exactly 04:49 am, you were born.
dad almost passed out during your birth (for some reason), but dad got through it. mum was so brave, dad held her hand throughout the procedure and never left mum’s side.
peanut, the second they returned you to mum and dad after cleaning you and helping mum, we couldn’t stop looking at you. how could we make such a beautiful baby like you? said dad.
we love you so much, peanut. welcome to the real world.
love, dad.
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yourusername baby olivia norris checking in 🫣👩‍🍼
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mclaren congratulations, y/n and lando! 🧡 welcome to the world, olivia 😍
landonorris my girls ❤️
user OMGGGGG shes hereeeeee
user congratulations 😭😭😭😭😭😭
user shes so tiny!!! 😭😭 so cute
lilymhe congratulations girl!! 😍 can’t wait to officially meet ms. olivia and see you soon 🤗
yourusername thank you babe 😚 you and alex can visit us anytime
alex_albon on our way NOW
yourusername dont bring any more toys ok
lilymhe aww why not :(
yourusername WE HAVE NO SPACE ANYMORE
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landonorris me 🤜 🤛 peanut
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maxfewtrell will i be able to hold olivia 😁
landonorris no
maxfewtrell ☹️
yourusername lando be nice
landonorris ok fine
user let him hold olivia!!
landonorris 😐😐
oscarpiastri congratulations mate 🫡 on my way to give gifts
landonorris thank you and pls dont bring anymore
oscarpiastri it’s a koala bear
landonorris ...
landonorris ok fine i guess
oscarpiastri 🐨🐨🐨
user no way lando’s first picture with olivia is them doing a fistbump 😭
user why are there two babies in this pic
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storiesforpeanut on your very first boat ride, dad had the courage to finally ask mum an important question. a question dad has been wanting to ask mum since he saw your very first sonogram. and guess what, peanut? mum finally agreed to marry dad!
you may not remember this at all, peanut. but it was a day to remember, indeed. dad really wanted this to be perfect, and he got what he wanted. this is a year full of surprises.
we love you, peanut. we love you so much.
love, dad.
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user LANDO GETTING MARRIED JFJFHFJF IM CRYINGGG
user OLIVIA MAY NOT REMEMBER IT BUT SHE JUST WITNESSED HER PARENTS GET ENGAGED AND GET MARRIED IN THE SAME LIFE TIME
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yourusername beach days with the loves of my life 🌅
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user i love this family so much
user THE KITTLE FINGERS
user PEANUT’S SMALL FINGERS IM CRYIGN
landonorris i love you babies
yourusername we love you, daddy
landonorris 😳😳😳
yourusername sleep on the couch tonight
landonorris I WAS JUST KIDDING
landonorris BABE
landonorris PLEAAAASEEEE
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