#the most committed relationship in the paddock

[nayziiz]

Comfort Person | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

Masterlist

Attending the McLaren gala marked a significant step forward in their relationship. For a whole year, they had carefully cultivated their love away from the prying eyes of the public, choosing to keep their affection shielded from the spotlight. Their social media presence, though scant, hinted at a deeper connection, evident through the occasional birthday mentions and celebratory nods to his triumphs on the racetrack.

But this gala was different. It was a statement, a declaration of their commitment, and a subtle unveiling of their love to the world. While their relationship had been an open secret among close friends and those within the inner circle of the Formula 1 world, this event would bring it to a broader audience.

For her, agreeing to attend the gala was both exciting and nerve-wracking. Stepping into the glamorous world of Formula 1, filled with its high-profile personalities and dazzling events, was a departure from her usual realm. She had only dipped her toes into this world on three occasions, each time experiencing the thrill of the races in Monaco, Belgium, and Silverstone. Yet, despite her limited exposure to the paddock, she found herself drawn to the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere and the magnetic pull of his passion for the sport.

Her demanding career imposed limitations on her ability to accompany him to every race and event, forcing her to carefully select which ones she could attend. Despite the constraints of her professional obligations, she was determined to be there for him in whatever capacity she could manage.

For him, her unwavering support transcended physical presence. Knowing that she would wake up in the early hours of the morning or stay up late into the night to watch his races brought him immense comfort and strength. Her dedication, even from afar, served as a source of motivation during the most gruelling moments on the track.

In the midst of the frenetic pace of the Formula 1 season, her steadfast encouragement provided him with a sense of grounding and reassurance. Whether she was cheering him on from the stands or sending him words of encouragement through late-night texts, her presence loomed large in his heart and mind.

Their relationship was built on a foundation of understanding and compromise, with each of them making sacrifices to support the other's dreams and aspirations. While her absence at certain events weighed heavily on her, she took solace in the knowledge that her love and support transcended geographical boundaries.

The day was a canvas of intimacy, each moment painted with tenderness and shared anticipation. As they lingered in her apartment, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them enveloped in a cocoon of affection.

Showering together was a dance of intimacy, the warm water cascading over their bodies like a gentle caress. He tenderly washed her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp with care and devotion. In that shared moment of vulnerability, their connection deepened, each touch speaking volumes of their love for one another.

As she dried her hair, she watched him with a soft smile as he meticulously shaved away the stray stubble, his concentration mirrored in the steady strokes of his razor. Even the simplest of tasks became moments to be savoured in each other's presence, the ordinary transformed into something extraordinary by the power of their love.

For him, the mundane rituals of getting ready took on new significance with her by his side. Every glance exchanged, every shared laugh, was a reminder of the profound joy he felt in having her as his partner. Her presence infused even the simplest moments with an electric energy, sparking excitement in his heart and a smile on his lips.

As he stood poised with the razor in hand, ready to rid himself of the faint traces of stubble that adorned his face, she intervened, her voice soft but determined.

“No, leave it. It looks hot, my love,” she said, her gaze lingering on him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. He paused, caught off guard by her unexpected request.

“But I thought you hated facial hair,” he replied, a hint of confusion tingling his words. A playful smile curved her lips as she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. 

“I've grown to love it because it's on you,” she confessed, her eyes sparkling with affection. He couldn't help but chuckle at her response, his heart swelling with warmth at her words.

“You're special, you know that,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine admiration.

“Uh, huh. That's why you keep me around,” A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she teased him. He pulled her into his arms, unable to resist the urge to shower her with kisses. 

Lando couldn't help but chuckle as he left her in the bathroom to put the finishing touches on her makeup. With a playful grin, he made his way to the kitchen to retrieve some snacks before the event.

After a few minutes, he heard the soft tapping of her heels against the hardwood floors, signalling her emergence from the bedroom. He turned, almost instinctively, his curiosity piqued by the sound of her approach.

His breath caught in his throat as she sauntered past him, the fabric of her dark orange dress flowing around her like molten lava, casting a mesmerising glow in the dim light of the apartment. She looked radiant, her beauty captivating him in a way that never failed to leave him breathless.

As she disappeared into the kitchen, he couldn't tear his gaze away, his jaw dropping slightly in awe. She was stunning, more breathtaking than he had ever seen her before.

When she finally turned to face him, their eyes locked in an unspoken exchange of admiration and affection. In that moment, words seemed unnecessary as the intensity of their connection spoke volumes, filling the space between them with an electric energy that crackled with anticipation.

“Are you just going to sit there and gawk at me?” She asked, her tone light but teasing.

“Yes,” he replied without missing a beat, his gaze lingering on her with unapologetic admiration. A mock scowl crossed her features as she shook her head, a hint of laughter dancing in her eyes.

“Well, stop it. You look stupid. Go put on your suit before we're late,” she instructed, her voice tinged with playful admonishment.

After dutifully adhering to her request and donning his suit, Lando returned to the kitchen to find her engrossed in replying to a few messages. With a tender smile, he approached her from behind, his footsteps silent against the floor.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, the warmth of his lips sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned back into his embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access.

In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them cocooned in a bubble of affection. His touch was a soothing balm against the chaos of the day, grounding her in the present and reminding her of the love they shared. As he lingered against her, his arms holding her close, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. In his embrace, she found solace and reassurance

“I can't wait to do this with you for the rest of my life,” Lando whispered, his voice filled with sincerity as he gazed into her eyes. A soft smile graced her lips as she met his gaze, her heart swelling with love for him.

“Me too,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper but resounding with a depth of emotion that echoed his own.

In that fleeting moment, the weight of their words hung in the air, binding them together in a promise of forever. It was a declaration of their love, a pledge to stand by each other through every twist and turn that life may bring.

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[oscar-piastri]

Ohh she's PATHETIC pathetic

i dont think i've seen her tiktok about this yet i havent checked my phone much today

#most of the time i dont even have the sound on thats how i miss the 'walking in the f2/f3 paddock in monza' one #where the sound basically ask to be in a commited relationship or something like that #cassy's answers #anons

[writinginfinite]

what did i get myself into with you?

it did not surprise you that Angela and Lewis were parting ways, as it had been in the works towards the end of last season. she wouldn't leave until she found someone who was suitable and most importantly, someone whom Lewis trusted.

You had been a part of the Mercedes Travel Team for a few years and began taking on more responsibility. When the 2022 season came, the team put you to the test with a tougher traveling schedule. It was rough in the beginning, but you only went through it with the relationships you had formed.

2022

Of all the people you met on the team, two stood out: Angela and Lewis. At first, you were immediately drawn to Angela's personality, and it wasn't long before you gravitated toward Lewis. You worried Lewis would find it intrusive, but he quickly put your fears to rest. He assured you he appreciated having you around and included you on their trips. He had you travel with them and go out after races if time allowed. Angela and Lewis became like family to you. You trusted them more than anyone else on Paddock, and you felt it in return.

As the races went along, you understood the dynamics of how Angela and Lewis worked. During the times you weren’t busy, you found yourself in the garage holding some of Lewis' belongings - almost as if it had become part of their routine. Angela often teased you by saying, "If I ever needed a weekend off, you'd be my perfect replacement." You took her words as a compliment and laughed, but also reminded her you were only accompanying them, as you were tied to Mercedes.

You thought it was a private conversation between you and Angela, but it surprised you when Lewis walked up to the two of you and said, "That could always be changed," with a playful wink. You and Lewis had become comfortable bantering with each other, so you responded with a smile, "You’d wish, Hamilton."

///

With only four races left in the season, you received a call from Angela on a Thursday night. She was begging for you to take over for her that weekend because of a conflict. The huge commitment caught you off guard and listed every reason you couldn’t do it. “I didn’t tell my bosses I needed a weekend off.” “It was a last-minute commitment.” “You could never do her job correctly.” But for every excuse you gave, Angela had a reply. “You were the first person Lewis asked for when I told him. He doesn’t trust anyone easily, but he does with you. Lewis has a chemistry with you that I haven’t seen before with anyone. Everyone sees it. Please!” She knew deep down you wanted to do it, but her statement also left you with another question. Wait, does she mean by “everyone sees the chemistry? So much was happening you didn’t have time to ask.

Her words weren't meant to guilt-trip you; they were simply the truth. As much as you tried to deny it, you knew it was true. “Okay, you win, I’ll do it. But someone has to call my boss. I’m not doing it.” You told Angela, finally giving it. “You don’t have to worry about that. It’s already been done,” Angela replied with a laugh. These two already had their minds made up that you would agree with and made moves in the background. They knew you so well. 

//

When Friday rolled around, you stood nervously outside Lewis' hotel room, ready to start the race weekend. Lewis opened the door to see you in your signature Mercedes team shirt and black jeans, with a backpack across your chest. "Aren't you just adorable?" he said, with a smirk on his face.

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment. You were feeling like a kid on the first day of school. "Well, hello to you as well, Lewis," you sarcastically responded, grabbing his water bottle and a few other items in his hands. He tried to protest you for grabbing the item, but you gave him a look that made him hand them over immediately. "That's what I thought," you joked because it was your job to do these things. He was to only focus on racing.

As you made your way to the car, Lewis couldn't help but make another slick response. "I've never seen this side of you. I like it," he said while grinning. "We may need to work together more often if this is what I get." Your heart raced, but you tried to play it cool. "It’s only been like five minutes, Lewis. It’s going well. Hopefully, we won’t be sick of each other by the end of the day," you said with a small smile, but you felt the chemistry growing with each passing second. “I highly doubt that,” Lewis said as he opened the car door for you. 

//

Throughout the entire weekend, you tried your hardest to imitate Angela's role, but also to be yourself. Despite the hard work, it was a joy to be by his side, and Lewis seemed to feel the same way. He constantly checked in on you, asking if you needed any help, but you always reassured him you were fine. Reiterating that his job was to focus on racing only. 

Your reminders seemed to work because Lewis ended up on the podium, and you couldn't contain your excitement. You were right there with the team, jumping up and down with emotion.

You would normally be back in the garage, but this time you were up in the parc ferme with team members. As Lewis made his way down the line, he was shaking hands with everyone and you just followed their lead. When Lewis got to you, he froze, looking at you like you were out of your mind. He pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off of the ground momentarily, as you whispered your congratulations in his ear. "I'm so proud of you. You deserve it," you said, trying not to cry. You weren’t even sure if he heard you. It had been a while since Lewis’ last podium and you all talked in private, many times, about how tough the season had been. "Are you kidding me? I couldn't have done it without you. You just don’t know. Thank you so much," Lewis replied, his voice full of appreciation. 

//

As the team celebrated their podium finish with photos, you stood off to the side, snapping a few personal photos. You weren’t sure if you would experience this opportunity again and didn’t want to forget it. Suddenly, Lewis called out your name, and you looked up to see every team member turn to look at you. "Why are you hiding on the side? Come over here and get in the photos!" he exclaimed. You protested because you did nothing to help with a podium finish, but Lewis gave you a look like the one you gave him Friday morning. You gave in and quickly searched for a spot to put down your bags and blend in with the team. Lewis wasn't having that, though. He took your hand and guided you to the front, where smirks followed your every move. You couldn't help but wonder if this was the “Everyone sees it” Angela had been talking about. Suddenly, the cameraman called for everyone's attention, and with all the clicking of cameras and flashing lights, you realized Lewis had left. Before you could figure out where he went, he was back beside you, spraying champagne in your direction. You had no time to dodge and became drenched in the bubbly liquid. You playfully yelled at Lewis. "I hate you for this. I’ll never forgive you for this," you said, laughing

"You hate me?" Lewis laughed as he cupped your face to clear the champagne from your eyes. He led you to a secluded spot in the garage out of the view of cameras and fans. Once your vision cleared, you snatched the towel from him and retorted, "Actually, you're right. I'll love watching you carry your bags for the rest of the day" But then you surprised him by wrapping your arms around him in a hug, leaving him covered in the champagne he just drenched you in. He struggled for a moment before finally giving in, feeling like he deserved it. "You're a real pain, you know that?" He teased as you let go of him. 

///

As the schedule went on, you filled in more frequently. It started with one race, then two, and before you knew it, you spent three straight race weekends by Lewis's side. Fans and media outlets took notice, and ridiculous rumors about you and Lewis circulated. “Lewis kicked Angela to the curb for a mystery woman,” as if the team did not employ you. You and Lewis brushed it all off, but there was one thing you couldn't ignore: your boss' increasing annoyance with you leaving to work with Lewis. You had hoped she would understand that you were simply doing what was best for Lewis, the face of Mercedes - the company that employed you both. You confided in Angela your explanations fell on deaf ears, and she made a return for the final race in Abu Dhabi. You had built a routine, and it was going to be tough not waiting outside of his room to start your day together.

It was late Friday night in Abu Dhabi when you got a knock on your hotel room door. You open it to find Angela, looking exhausted and troubled. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but didn’t feel like it was your place to do so. You sensed it wasn't your place to pry. Angela walked in and slumped on the couch, letting out a deep sigh. "I have been doing a lot of thinking and talking with my family. I think..." she said before you interrupted her. "Yes, I'll do it," you said, knowing exactly where she was going with her statement. Seeing the relief wash over Angela's face, you knew you had made the right decision. You were tired of being belittled by your boss and not taken seriously, but you couldn't bear to leave the team or the friendships you had built. Above all, you couldn't imagine leaving Lewis behind.

///

2023

It was the second race of the 2023 season in Saudi Arabia, and you stood outside Lewis' hotel room. He quickly opened the door after you knocked. You greeted each other and gathered his belongings, except for his water bottle. "What, you’re not taking everything this time?" Lewis teased as you both headed out. You looked up at him, smiling mischievously. "Change is good, Lewis. You can at least hold your water until we get to the car." Lewis laughed, always amazed at how smart your mouth was. "What did I get myself into with you?" he joked. "You know you love me," you laughed as Lewis opened the car door for you. "Actually, you’re right. I’d love for you to get in this car," he replied with a grin before closing the door and heading to the track.

author's notes: this is my first one shot request. it ended up being 1.8K words, it went longer than i planned. thoughts?

written based from this request.

feel free to send me request or your thoughts. my inbox is always opened

next one shot: we’ve been caught, you might as well post it

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[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️!Oh no, I’ve fallen in love again!❣️

Pairing : Daniel ricciardo X femOC (Cherrie!)

Word count : 8.1k

Summary : in which a three year old becomes Daniels wingman.

The beaming smile that took over Daniels face could surely be seen from all the way on the other side of the paddock as he sprung up from his seat like a over excited kid, waving his hands around in the air manically as he tried to catch his favourite person in the whole worlds to annoy's attention .

Hearing lando let out a loud , amused laugh behind him .

Not at all surprised by the way he was behaving , not even when he abruptly left his lunch with them in favour of trying to get Cherrie to look at him.

Max merely shook his head at him, smiling to himself as they both watched on with humour as Cherrie completely blanked him and pretended he wasn't there.

There was no way she didn't see the way that Daniel was jumping up and down on his spot as he waved his hands in the air like a lunatic , she was only across the barricade talking with her trainer.

She was doing everything that she could not to look at him, pursing her lips as she stubbornly tried to ignore his obnoxious voice bellowing out to her , making everyone's attention snap between the two of them in entertainment.

Unfortunately for her , this was not a new scene at all. Just another Tuesday of Daniel trying to test her limits and see just how far he could push her before she snapped back.

He would even shamelessly admit that her losing her shit on him was one of his favourites parts of their relationship, a relationship that Cherrie wouldn't even entertain.

Dubbing him nothing but a pain in her ass since the very beginning when Daniel had stubbornly decided to target her as a victim to his affections. Affections that she did not want to be receiving .

But no matter how many times she told the Man to leave her the fuck alone before she dropped kicked him, he simply didn't listen .

Instead Telling her that it would be an honour to be drop kicked by her .

Cherrie had almost strangled him. If it hadn't been for Sebastian dragging her away while laughing at how annoyed she was, then she was certain that a crime would have been committed from her.

Something about him just wound her up like no one else could , he got underneath her skin so badly that even the sight of his beaming face made her want to run away and hide.

He lived to annoy the ever lasting fuck out of her and she couldn't stand it!

She already had one kid of her own, she didn't need to be dealing with another man child on top of that.

"Cherrieeeeeeee!" Daniel screamed loudly again , not losing his grin despite the fact that he could clearly see her roll her eyes at him and mutter something to her trainer , no doubt calling him a stupid idiot like she usually did whenever he did this to her.

Which was most days whenever he finally managed to catch up with her .

Daniel found that she could be a real fantastic hide and seek player if she wanted to. Because sometimes when he came around she just , poof! Disappeared like magic .

It was quite impressive really. The determination that she had to avoid him, as though his own stubbornness wouldn't prevail and make him find her just as quick.

Lando snorted from behind him, laughing. "Are you ever gonna give up man? It's getting a little pathetic to see you chasing her all around the grid while she runs away from you ." He informed him amusedly , sharing a look with Max who was trying to tug at the back of Daniels shirt to get him to sit back down.

Daniel just grinned and batted his hand off him , shaking his head as he lifted his hand over his eyes so that he could see her better as the sun beamed down on them.

"Give up? I don't know those two words lando. And why would I give up when it's very clear that she loves me?" He said happily as he blew a kiss in the air towards Cherrie who's face scrunched up in disgust.

Then she smiled brightly back at him.

They all watched as she pretended to catch his flying kiss in her hands , her fake smile dropping just as quickly as it had appeared before she then proceeded to drop his flying kiss on the floor and stomp all over it  with her boot.

Then she stuck up both her middle fingers at him before turning her back on him again.

Daniel tilted his head a little sheepishly as he glanced at his friends disbelieving expressions.

"I never said that she loved me openly . She loves me.." he insisted confidently "just secretly." He told them.

Max laughed so hard he almost choked on his drink, patting his friend on the back sympathetically.

"Yeah so secretly that it doesn't even exist! She can't stand you! Why do you keep pushing this?" He wanted to know , genuinely curious to why he wouldn't give up on a woman that did nothing but reject him , brutally . Over and over again.

It was getting hard to watch. Yet it only baffled them further the way that Daniel never gave up. Instead each crushing rejection only seemed to make him more determined to get her to like him back.

Lando nodded his head in agreement to Max's words , squinting his eyes at him in confusion.

"Yeah he's right. There's plenty of other girls that wouldn't hesitate to go out with you!" He reminded him , smiling .

Their friend was a shining ball of happiness and everywhere that he went , people wanted to know him or be his friend.

He was a walking sunshine and yet the one girl that he just couldn't get over was ... midnight rain. A thunderstorm, lightning - a absolute negative Nancy.

They couldn't have been any more different if they tried. Where Daniel smiled, Cherrie scowled.

Where Daniel laughed, Cherrie scoffed. Where he spread compliments and hope, Cherrie spat insults and squashed any hope that lingered with bluntness, she didn't sugar coat anything at all.

She was intimidating as fuck too. She walked around with the aura of someone that wouldn't hesitate to de-kneecap you if you tried to pull any shit on her.

She barely smiled unless she had her kid with her, and even her kid was a little mini version of her .

They had never seen a three year old with such mean insults before. The toddler just strutted around with the same judgmental look on her face as her mother, it was a little funny to witness.

She just went around repeating whatever Cherrie did, so nothing nice really.

Daniel just pulled face at them "I don't want anybody else . I'm telling you, we're soulmates. She's the ying to my yang and the teeth to my mouth. And the toenail to my toe-" he passionately started to rant to them.

Max cut him off before he could go on and on and on "okay. I think we get it mate." He chuckled, shaking his head at him fondly.

Lando just sighed , feeling sorry for him. "But does she know that she's those things for you? I mean ... she's not exactly very ... keen on you is she?" He tried to put it delicately, but it was a bit difficult to sugarcoat her absolute distaste for him.

She wasn't exactly silent with her hatred for him either. Just like Daniel wasn't at all silent with his infatuation for her.

It was ridiculous.

Daniel just casually shrugged his shoulders "she just doesn't know it yet. But she will.." he determinedly said before jumping over the fence with one jump.

Making his friends roll their eyes at how stubborn he was . Watching the way her trainer nudged Cherrie in the shoulder to alert her of his incoming presence , Cherrie looking over her shoulder with a look that could kill as she scowled at him.

Daniel didn't even flinch, the grin still lighting up his face as he started to jog over to her.

Leaving max and lando to sigh in pity , feeling nothing but second hand embarrassment at their friends behaviour.

"She's going to crush his big heart into tiny little pieces."  Max  stated sadly , shaking his head.

Ever the optimist , lando tried to think positively about it . "Maybe she'll actually come around and grow to love him-" he couldn't even finish his attempt before max shot him a disbelieving look in response .

Lando then sighed "yeah you're right. She's going to break his heart." He pouted a little , feeling sorry for their friends . "Poor Daniel!"

Cherrie huffed to herself as she watched her trainer quickly scuttle away with a apologetic look being left in her direction, clearly not wanting to be involved in the shit show that was about to happen.

Closing her eyes for a moment and wondered why it was always her of all people that Daniel had decided to torture . And why he wouldn't give up, no matter how much of a bitch she was to him.

She was starting to think that there was something clearly wrong with him. Because what kind of idiot smiled in the face of rejection and tried again ... and again and again. Even when they faced the same result?

He had to be insane!

Grimacing a little as she felt his arm land over her shoulders , squeezing her into a quick hug before she could even shake him off.

Squeezing her tightly and even spinning her around a little until she smacked at his arms and yanked him off her.

Glaring at him in Annoyance, shaking her head at him exasperatedly . "Don't you have anybody else you could annoy? I'm busy." She said blandly , checking her phone for a text to see where her assistant had took her daughter to. Already missing her .

Daniel looked around the empty space around her and rose his brow at her blatant lie , before peering over her shoulder nosily to see what she was doing on her phone .

"No. You're my favourite." He muttered honestly bedore grinning excitedly when he  read the reply from her assistant telling her that she had juniper with her in the Ferrari lounge.

"She's here?! I thought she was staying with Matt for the weekend?" He exclaimed happily , mentioning her ex boyfriend and her baby daddy Matt.

You would assume that Daniel would dislike the love of his life's ex boyfriend , most men would be envious and jealous of the closeness that they had because of their shared kid. But not Daniel. Oh no.

Daniel had immediately seeked him out to ask him a hundred and one questions about Cherrie, mainly 'how did you get her to like you?' And a slightly more desperate 'how do I get her to stop hating me?'

They two men had even hung out together whenever they could, Matt sneaking him pictures of Cherrie and juniper together for him. Finding it amusing how love struck the driver was with his ex girlfriend.

It was another thing that wound Cherrie up even further. Unable to believe that Daniel had somehow became best friends with her baby daddy, so much so that when she had went over to pick up her baby from her dads , Daniel had opened the door to matts place with a smug grin on his face .

Her child on his back and both of their faces painted as animals.

She almost had a stroke.

She just couldn't escape him, not matter what she did!

"She wanted to watch me race. And she turns into a little witch if she doesn't get her own way." She muttered , typing out a text to her assistant to tell her that she was coming and to not let her wander off.

It wouldn't have been the first time her curious toddler had ran off without telling anyone where she was going. It happened so often now that Cherrie no longer panicked , instead she would sinply go from one garage to the other until she found juniper , often clinging to the legs of another driver as she demanded for them to let her sit in their car.

Because her child wasn't afraid of anything or anyone.

It was either her way or absolutely no way.

"So an exact replica of you then." Daniel stated in amusement as he started to walk beside her , skipping a little ahead of her so that he could see her face when they talked .

Or when he talked and she reluctantly answered him.

She just huffed at his truthful statement and ignored him.

Daniel pressed on "how was your weekend then? Miss me? Because I missed you!" He shamelessly told her . Grinning at the glare she immediately shot him.

He had quickly learned that any type of feelings other than hatred made her absolutely uncomfortable . She seemed to struggle when any type of positivity or compliments were given her way, as though she had never been given them before and didn't know what to do with them.

So Daniel had made it his mission to give her them every time he saw her. Enjoying the way her cheeks would flush and she would try to hide it from him, but he never missed it .

Not when it came to her, he noticed every little thing about her.

"Well you weren’t in my weekend so it was lovely Daniel. Very quiet and peaceful." She stated bluntly , attempting to trip him up with her foot.

Daniel just jumped over her shoe and laughed , reaching over to ruffle her hair , enjoying the glare she shot him as she quickly tried to flatten her hair again.

"Boring!" Daniel exclaimed tutting at her in mock disapproval .

“You should have went out with me. We could have done something fun together!" He brought up her latest rejection to his date, not at all put off by it.

He would get her to crack even If it was the last thing he did.

Cherrie frowned over at him, pursing her lips in mild annoyance .

“I don't want to date you Daniel. You're not my type." She lied to him. Not even believing herself when she said it.

He was exactly her type but Cherrie had already had her heart broken before. It wasn't just her own heart that she had to guard now, it was her child's too. This wasn't about her .

She just couldn't be having a man around the two of them if he wasn't there to stay, she just couldn't go through it again.

And she liked Daniel. She did. But so did everybody else .

He was the people's sunshine and Cherrie was certain that as soon as she gave into him and he no longer had to play the chase, that he would grow bored with her and move on.

Because she wasn't like he was. She didn't light up a room or laugh for no reason at all. She didn't do adventurous things or having a million friends.

Her life was simple. She woke up in the morning and made her and her baby some food , then she dropped her baby off with her family , then she raced, then she went home. That was it. Nothing fun or exciting .

Nothing like his own life that was full of memory makers and excitement.

She didn't want to bring him down. Didn't want to saddle him with her boring life and the commitments that came with being a mother.

She just wanted the best for him. And Cherrie didn't think that she was it.

Daniel shot her a disbelieving look, waving his hands over himself with a playful scoff.

"So absolutely charming and unbelievably handsome , funny and charastmatic- and super smart isn't your type?" He smirked at her , wiggling his eyebrows at her .

Then he started to lift up his shirt to give her a show "how about these bad boys-" he wiggled his abs at her like he was enticing her in with desert . Tensing them and posing dramatically , giving them a smack just to try and make her laugh.

Cherrie just yanked his shirt back down and rolled her eyes , biting on the inside of her cheek so she didn't break out into a grin. Not wanting to feed into his ego.

"No. I like my men like a library Daniel." She muttered as they got closer to the Ferrari home.

He frowned at her in confusion , pausing for a moment as he looked all over her pretty face for answers. Getting absolutely none .

"Full of books?" He guessed cluelessly. Quickly jogging up to catch up with her again once he noticed her pick up her pace to try and get away from him.

Cherrie snorted at that. "Quiet. I like them to be quiet." She told him with a small smirk , looking over her shoulder at him as she pulled open the door and entered into the back room. "Something you're not."

Daniel looked at her in offence . Ignoring the looks that he was receiving for being in Ferrari hospitality , he swung his arm over her shoulder and nudged their hips together .

"I can be quiet!" He lied.

She knocked his arm off her and give him a pointed look . "Go on then. If you can be quite for five minutes , and I mean completely silent.." she smirked knowingly "then I'll go on a date with you." She told him already knowing that he would fail.

Daniels face lit up , beaming at her. "Really? Great! I can do it. Get ready for the best date of your entire life babe. Cause I'm the king of dates-" he cut him less off as a thought came to mind.

"Wait! When does this challenge start?" He asked her , running his fingers through the ends of her long hair absentmindedly .

Cherrie just smiled smugly "now!" Was all she said before pushing open the door to the room and walking in.

Immediately a high pitched voice reached their ears as juniper jumped down from the couch and bulldozed right into her legs. Almost making her fall over if it wasn't for Daniels hand on her back keep her upright .

"Mummy! Look what I did!" Her little girl exclaimed as she proudly pulled her over to the other side of the room where her racing suit was hung up ready for her to wear .

"I made it pretty!" She told her , beaming up at her proudly.

Cherrie looked at her suit that was now covered in flowers and stick figures, as well as a couple of animals drawn all over the front of it.

Inhaling deeply to remind herself that patience was a virtue and that her daughter only wanted to make her happy.

She plastered on a smile and patted the top of her head gently . Laughing a little "ah- it looks amazing honey. I like the flowers. Very cute." She told her , admiring her artwork with a little bit of mother's pride . Noticing how much better she had gotten at colouring in the lines over the past few weeks.

Then juniper turned and caught sight of Daniel smiling at them, her big eyes rolling as she let out a loud , dramatic groan at the sight of him.

"Oh no mummy! Not him again!" She whined. Just as exasperated with Daniel as her mother was.

Making everyone in the room laugh at the look on Daniels face as he gaped down at juniper in disblief, holding a hand over his heart in mock heartbreak.

"Ouch! How could you say that to the man that took you to the zoo on Saturday! I thought we had fun!" He reminded her with a grin , ruffling her hair as he walked over to them.

Cherries head snapped over to him quickly , wondering if she heard him right.

“You took her to the zoo?!" It was the first time she heard of it .

Daniel just nodded with a casual smile as though it was no big deal.

"yeah. Matt had to take a work call and it was too boring being stuck in the house. Wasn't it?" He directed towards her daughter who had forgotten to mention any of this to her.

Juniper nodded her head , lighting up at the reminder of the fun day she had with him.

"Yeah! I got to see a baboons ass!" She giggled loudly  before side eyeing Daniel judgmentally

"Danny got scared of the lions though! He screamed like a wuss!" She ratted him out without hesitation.

Cherrie let out a laugh despite herself . Trying and failing to give her a stern look.

"We don't say ass. We say butt remember?" She tried to correct her.

Daniel scoffed "yet you say absolutely nothing about her calling me a wuss!" Though he tilted his head with a raise of his brows as he recalled the exact baboon that she was talking about .

"it was a very big, and very colourful ass though. I think I got a picture of it-"

Realising then exactly where she had gotten the word from, she squinted her eyes at Daniel and swatted at his arm before he could pull out his phone and show her pictures of the baboons ass that they had seen.

"Daniel! I knew it was you she got it from-" then she huffed and let out a 'ha!' As she realised something.

Smugly smirking up at him as he glanced down at her in confusion.

"You've already lost the challenge by the way! I knew you couldn't keep quite!" She laughed , proud of herself.

Daniels face dropped, letting out a loud gasp . His eyes going wide as he realised that she was right.

"Nooooo!" He cried out . Placing his hands over his face in annoyance.

“That doesn't count! That's junipers fault!" He then preoceeded to point his finger at the three year old with a accusing frown on his face .

Her daughter just sassily put her hands on her tiny hips and stuck her tongue out at him.

Cherrie laughed and shook her head, waving her finger at him tauntingly . "Nope! This is all on you! You lost so no date!" She High fived her three year old proudly .

Daniel wasn't having it. Raising his brows at the two of theme , he just shrugged and then sighed loudly "fine. Not date then no juniper!" He declared with a grin before reaching forward and picking juniper up, dangling her upside down as he marched towards the door with her.

The toddler giggling hysterically as she waved her hands upside down at everyone "bye! Bye! Mommy!"

Cherrie could only watch in silent disbelief as he disappeared out of the room , watching them through the glass window as he turned her the right way up again. Juniper climbing onto his back instead as they ran away and out of the Ferrari garage without another word.

Looking over to her assistant with wide eyes , she gaped .

“He kidnapped my baby!" She exclaimed bedore side eyeing her giggling team in disbelief.

"And you guys wanted me to go out with him! A baby snatcher!" She scoffed. Smiling a little despite herself as she picked up a pack of candy and made her way over to the couch to relax.

Despite her front she knew that she could trust Daniel to take care of juniper. He may have annoyed the living hell out of her but he loved her kid and wouldn't let anything happen to her .

And honestly , another few minutes of peace and quite wouldn't hurt anybody .

Daniel sat the three year old on his lap as he ripped open the lid off the container that was filled with fruit , picking up a large strawberry and passing it to the girl . Before picking up one for himself , both of them chewing on their fruit as they gazed over to tracks where the odd crew member was milling about.

Feeling his heart race excitedly as he realised that pretty soon he and Cherrie would be racing against each other on that very track, in two very different cars.

Glancing down at the red hat that was perched ontop of junipers head, he pulled it off in one quick motion making the three year old tilt her head back to look at him with a scowl.

Making Daniel let out a loud laugh , whistling "wow you look just like your mother with that glare! Impressive!" He exclaimed , still grinning as he pulled off his own cap with his car number on it and placed it ontop of her head instead .

Juniper pulled off the cap almost Immediately, looking down at it with a cute scrunch of her eyebrows , clearly not impressed.

"I don't want a loser cap!" She protested, ever the Ferrari fan. Shoving another piece of fruit into her tiny mouth as she judgmentally stared him down.

Daniel couldn't believe how mean she was, a literal carbon copy of her mother!

"Hey! That's a legends cap! I beat your mother on the track ya know!" He reminded her proudly. Taking the cap from her and stubbornly popping it back down on her head again.

Juniper just frowned at him, then she reached forward and pinched his nose hard enough that he gasped and tapped her hand away from him with wide eyes. Shocked.

"Only Once! Mommy beat you every other time! She's a winner!" She defended her mother ferociously , glaring at him till he was squirming in his seat

Unable to believe that he was getting a hard stare from a three year old. And judging by the nose pinch, she was threatening him too!

Moving her around until she was side ways on his lap isntead, he side eyed her. Unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face at the way she was so protective of Cherrie.

Sighing in mock defeat, he nodded his head in agreement. "You're right. She is. You know what else she's also the winner of?" He mischievously asked the toddler . Shoving a piece of orange into his mouth as he waited for her to answer.

Even the three year old knew how annoyingly obsessed with her mother he was and sighed dramatically .

“What?" She mumbled, reluctantly keeping his cap on her head this time. His puppy eyes making her feel bad.

Daniel grinned "my heart! I just need to win hers now." He stated shamelessly . This having not been the first time that he had rambled his woes about Cherrie to the kid. "Any tips?" He wanted to know.

Juniper giggled a little at him, shaking her head. Remembering the way her mommy had told her that Daniel was a loveable idiot that wouldn't leave her alone when she had asked her why he kept sending flowers to their house.

"No more flowers! They make her sneeze!" She informed him helpfully. Because despite her huffing and puffing the three year old really did like Daniel.

He always brought her toys and her favourite food. He showed her how to play video games and how to play football whenever she was at her dads.

He took her to the zoo and got her ice cream! But most of all she could see just how much he loved her mom.

Every time he looked at her it was as though physical hearts were going to pop out of his eyes!

She thought it was funny how her mother kept shoving him away from her like he was an annoying fly, yet Cherrie couldn't stop smiling when he was gone. Muttering about what an idiot he was despite the happy look on her face that only appeared when Daniel had made her day again.

Daniel hummed "okay. No more flowers. How about wine? Do you know what type your mommy drinks?" He questioned her , pulling out his phone and pulling up the camera app.

Holding it out in front of them and pulling a face, juniper giggling as she stuck out her tongue at the screen. Daniel quickly snapping a photo of them to send to Cherrie .

You're never getting her back. We're best buds now!

He captioned it just to annoy her some more.

"She drinks anything. But Daddy said that tequila is why they have me." She bluntly repeated to Daniel, having no idea what that meant.

Daniel burst into startled laughter , "oh my god!" He couldn't stop grinning . Pinching the cheek of the three year old who was looking cluelessly up at him, wondering why he was laughing so hard.

"Okay. I'll remember that one." He muttered to himself in amusement . He was definitely going to be getting her tequila then. Already daydreaming about how a mini version of him and Cherrie would be like.

If it was anything like juniper , then it would be the funniest and most sassiest kid in the world.

Juniper sighing made him give her his attention again, his smile slowly fading once he noticed the serious look on her little face. Her eyes wide and curious as she scanned him up and down.

"What's up Juney? What's got you looking so serious?" He asked her, tipping the edge of the his cap up that was a little big on her tiny head so that he could see her eyes fully. Cherries eyes.

She reached out and started playing with the necklace that hung around his neck, one that he never took off.

It was a rare gift that Cherrie had given him when he won the race, it was a tiny resin version of their cars racing side by side in front of the finish line.

Daniel had genuinely shed a tear when she gave him it , with her avoiding his eyes and mumbling her congratulations to him. Clearly uncomfortable with being nice to him.

Daniel had swept her up into a hug anyways, kissing her cheeks and refusing to let go of her until she stomped on his foot with a huff, telling him that was enough.

It was then that he knew he had a chance. Having noticed the way she had proudly glanced over at him on the podium , patting him on the back and even bringing up juniper to see him as well.

It had been the greatest day of his life and a picture of the three of them on the podium that Matt had captured still hung proudly above his tv.

"Do you love my mommy? Like really love her?" She wanted to know. Frowning at him seriously.

Daniel didn't even hesitate, his fingers gently playing with her messy curls . The same ones as her mother.

"Yes I do. I love her more and more each day. Why?" He replied, eyes scanning her tiny face curiously.

Juniper pulled at his necklace again, trying to say what she was thinking correctly . Struggling for the right words for a moment before answering him.

"Cause' I want you to be my mommy's boyfriend. But only if you're gonna stay forever . I want you to take me and mommy to the zoo." She mumbled a little shyly , having really become attached to him over the last year.

It was hard not to considering he was always around and he refused to leave until Cherrie physically kicked him out.

Daniel felt a lump rise in his throat , feeling emotional at the strange way that her daughter was virtually giving him her blessing to be with her mum.

The thought of being able to take them both out on cute family dates almost made him cry , sniffling a little as he shuffled her little body so that her head was resting in his neck, hugging her close .

Rocking them from side to side , his smile pressing against the side of her head as she snuggled into him happily.

"Me too kid, me too. We just need to convince your mommy to let me stay forever . Then it's a done deal." He told her truthfully , his mind spinning with all the different ways he could convince her to give him a chance .

All he wanted was her , he just needed a chance to be able to show her just how serious he was about her , and her family too. Because they were a package deal and there was nothing more that Daniel wanted than to be a part of their little family.

Juniper hummed before pulling back to look up at him again, eyes widening .

“What if I ask her? She loves me! So maybe she'll listen then!" She offered up excitedly .

Daniel noticed that the time had flew by and that they had to get ready for their race , carefully lifting her up off his lap he carefully put her down on the floor again.

Holding her little hand instead as he began to lead her back to the Ferrari garage where Cherrie was no doubt waiting for them.

Then he got an idea. Face lighting up as he looked down at the mini Cherrie excitedly.

"I know! You tell her that if I win the race then she had to go out with me tonight! She won't be able to say no to your cute little face!" He squeezed said litle face mischievously. Laughing at the unimpressed side eye she gave him.

Batting his haands from her chubby cheeks, she simply huffed. "But then you'd have to win!"

Daniel gasped "are you doubting me? You don't think I can win?!" He acted offended , flicking her forehead gently.

Juniper just giggled , grinning up at him.

“No. Your car is shit." She repeated what she had heard her mother say a thousand times before.

Making Daniel gape down at her in disbelief "okay. Ouch! Also don't say that!" He tapped the top of her head a couple of times. Nodding at the Ferrari crew that were eyeing him in amusement as he escorted the little menace back to her mother.

"Bad word remember?" He tried to scold her but he just couldn't stop laughing.

Juniper just grinned "bad car remember?" She shot back at him. Bedore spotting Cherrie and making a run for it.

Leaving Daniel to shake his head in absolute amazement .

"She's so mean! What have you done to such a cute , innocent little girl Cherrie?!" He called over to her , laughing despite himself as he walked over to them.

She was already zipped up in her vandalised race Suit, giving him a unimpressed look when he started taking pictures of her in her suit that was covered in junipers doodles.

"I taught her to be honest. So anything that she said is true." Cherrie simply replied . Before looking down at her daughter with a smile .

"You okay? Daniel didn't give you too much of a headache did he honey?" She cooed at her Before raising her eyebrow at the cap that was on her head.

Frowning to herself Before she glanced back up to Daniel "where’s her Ferrari hat gone?" She wanted to know.

He just shrugged with a cheeky grin "the strangest thing happened . It just grew legs and walked itself into the nearest trash can!" He told her.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him and turned around to grab her fire proof balaclava ready for the race .

While her back was turned, Daniel quickly nudged juniper . Widening his eyes at her and nodding over to Cherrie pointedly .

"Tell her!" He mouthed at her , waving his hands towards her mother frantically. Eyeing the watch on his wrist in slight panic.

He had about another minute before he had to race back to his own garage to get ready as well.

The three year old rolled her eyes at him but did as he said, turning to tug at cherries racing suit impatiently.

Cherrie turned back around and rose her eyebrow at her daughter "what?" She questioned curiously , noticing the way Daniel was innocently smiling at them while rocking on the heels of his feet like a naughty child.

Juniper smiled brightly "can you promise me something mommy?" She started , lifting up her little finger ready.

Cherrie eyed the two of them suspiciously, frowning down at junipers pinky in caution.

"Depends what it is.." she answered.

Juniper huffed , waving her pinky even harder at her . "It's good! I promise it'll make you happy! Just pinky promise it!" She demanded bossily.

She gave in and hooked her pinky with junipers tiny one, regretting teaching her such a thing now.

She knew that she couldn't break the pinky promise either because  her daughter would never trust her to keep her promises again otherwise.

"Fine. What is it?"

Juniper giggled happily , Daniel patting the top of her head proudly now that the deal had already been sealed.

"If Daniel wins the race you have to go on a date with him tonight. And forever after that too. He's also going to take us to the zoo every month!" She added some parts to the promise herself .

Making Daniel raise his eyebrow at her in amusement , having said no such thing about it being a monthly zoo trip. But he wasn't going to complain.

Cherrie groaned loudly , rolling her eyes at the two of them.

“God! I should have known that you'd use my baby against me!" She whined , glaring at him .

Daniel just beamed back at her, shrugging proudly.

"A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do baby!" He cheesed at her . Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and giving her a side hug.

"I've gotta get ready but I'll see you at our date tonight yeah?" He ducked down to kiss her cheek obnoxiously before she could even stop him.

Dropping her a quick wink before skipping away and out of the Ferrari garage.

Leaving Cherrie to exasperatedly yell "you have to actually win first jackass!"

Making juniper giggle "that's what I said!"

Daniel just called back a confident and casual  "I will! I Love you!" Before disappearing  from their sight.

Cherrie gaped at the spot where he had just been stood, opening and shutting her mouth several times as his words sank into his head.

"Did he just say he loves me?" She wondered out loud in shock.

Her three year old daughter just gave her a look "duh! He's loved you since forever mummy! That's why he won't leave you alone!" She told her like it was obvious , because to her it was.

Cherrie swallowed and exhaled loudly , distractedly nudging her daughter over to her assistant so she could finish getting ready for the race.

Daniel loved her. Was all she could think to herself in absolute shock. I mean, she knew that he at least had a crush on her but in love?

Holy fuck.

Daniel's happy yells could be heard for miles as he jumped out of his car and into the arms of his team , all of them celebrating his win.

Feeling his heart race in his chest as he grinned excitedly "Cherrie was in P2 right?!" Was the first thing he said , glancing over his shoulder to the Ferrari that was pulling in behind him.

His engineer nodded with a knowing laugh, patting him proudly on the back. "Course she was!"

Daniel wasted no time in running over and pulling out the wheel for her so that she could pull herself up out of the car .

Handing the wheel to her engineer , he grabbed ahold of her waist and pulled her to him, both of them laughing with adrenaline as they celebrated their win.

"Fuck yeah! P1 and p2 baby! See! Even on the podium we belong together!" He teased her , swinging her around in Circles making her shriek with laughter .

Slapping at his shoulder to get him to put her down, Daniel quickly flipped up her visor so he could see her eyes again. Doing the same with his own.

"Shut up! I can't believe you won! Congrats Danny!" She breathed out genuinely happy for him, patting his back a couple of times as he brought her into another hug. Unable to believe that he had actually done it as well.

He supposed he had a good reason to win.

Bedore he could remind her of the date she had promised him, they both heard a loud excited screech and a familiar voice yelling their names.

Turning around to see junipers little legs speeding towards them at full speed , making Daniel laugh as he knelt down and held out his arms to catch her.

"You won!" She threw her little body at him, giggling excitedly as he spun her around like he had done with her mother . Rocking them side to side as she hugged his head.

"I didn't think you would!" She then told him shamelessly .

Cherrie snorted at that, stroking back the messy hair from her baby's face as she smiled at her . Her own heart warming at the sight of Daniel hugging juniper close as though she was his own.

She could see how much juniper loved him too as she hugged his neck and kissed his helmet sweetly , as though too soothe the sting of her careless words.

Daniel just laughed "wow thanks ! Glad to know you believed in me you little menace!" He kept ahold of her as he turned them to face Cherrie again. Seeing her take a photo of the two of them happily.

He knew then that this was it. This was the life that he wanted. The two of them by his side forever .

His heart sang.

Juniper then slapped at her mothers helmet impatiently , giggling loudly .

“You have to date Daniel now mommy! You promised!" She reminded her proudly

Daniel high fiving the little girl quickly , so fucking happy he felt like he could scream.

Cherrie just sighed and placed her hands on her hips in defeat. Looking at Daniel as her eyes softened "a promise is a promise." Was all she said Bedore their assistants called their names and told them to head up to the podiums.

Quickly pulling off their helmets. They handed them to their crew, Daniel quickly running back over to say goodbye to juniper , giving her a kiss on the head and a promise of getting her a lifetime of her favourite candy for pulling this off. The girl just giggling as she pushed him away towards her mother instead.

"I heard that tequila gets you pregnant." He said randomly to Cherrie as he catched up to her , wrapping his arm around her waist as they were lead up to the podium to celebrate .

Ignoring everyone around them, Daniel could only look at her with Hearts in his eyes.

Cherrie pressed her lips together , sighing. "Stupid Matt." She just muttered , shaking her head.

Daniel snorted "I have a bottle at home.." he wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly . Not letting himself get disconnected from her even as they walked up the steps to the stage.

"Absolutely not. Not on the first date." She blurted out, flustered.

Daniel had never felt more victorious in his life. Gently squeezing her waist as he beamed "second date then?"

Laughing loudly when she pushed him away with a roll of her eyes, grinning as she shoved him towards the 1st place podium instead .

Standing on the 2nd place beside him, she looked to her right and smiled at him.

Her walls finally falling down as she saw the pure love in his eyes for her , the way he wouldn't look away from her even with the crowd chanting his name below them.

"You're lucky that you're cute! Because you're so fucking annoying!" She laughed as they placed their hands over their chest as they listened to his national anthem playing.

Once it was over and they were handed the bottles of champagne to spray , he looked into her eyes and said all that was on his mind.

"I'm in love with you!" He shouted to her with a heartfelt grin before he popped the cork off the bottle and sprayed her from head to toe in champagne.

Titling her head so that the booze didn't get into her eyes, she giggled hysterically as she turned her bottle on him and soaked him right back. Aiming for his face until there was nothing left.

"I love you too jackass!" She exclaimed , so unbelievably happy. Not caring that the cameras were picking up every single moment between them.

All she cared about was him.

Daniel clearly thought the same thing as he placed his trophy in one arm and then wrapped his other arm around her neck till her head rested in the crook of his elbow , then he dipped her and pressed his lips to her own in a champagne coated kiss.

Hearing the crowd gasp and scream excitedly at the sight of the two racing champions kissing played out on the large tv for all to see.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He breathlessly repeated against her lips as he pulled her back up right, kissing all over her face.

Making her giggle as he licked the champagne up from her cheek that was dripping down, wrapping her arm around his waist to keep him up right as he leant all of his weight against her , beaming down at her ecstatically.

"I love juniper too. I owe her the worlds biggest tub of candy for this!" He exclaimed , laughing as he wiped the champagne from her face with his hands .

Pulling away for a moment , he held out the champions cup for her to hold.

"One sec! I want to update the last photo of us from last time!" He was referring to the picture above his tv of her , juniper and him on the podium the last time he had won what felt so long ago now.

He looked at Cherrie for permission, grinning when she nodded her consent as he jogged down the stairs and plucked up juniper from her assistants arms.

The three year old giggling as he blew a raspberry on her cheek , jogging straight back up to Cherrie , putting her down for a moment so she could hug her mom.

"Think you can hold it okay?" He asked juniper as he picked up the trophy and held it out for her with a smile.

Ruffling her hair when she nodded enthusiastic, practically snatching it from him with wide eyes as she lifted it above her head with two hands like she was made to do it.

Making both he and Cherrie laugh as he bent down and hoisted her up to sit on his shoulders, juniper squealing and screaming excitedly as they gazed down at the crowd below them, a sea of people screaming their names.

Tears springing to his eyes as he pulled Cherrie into his side , gently knocking their heads together , laughing emotionally as they looked up at the screen, watching juniper shake the trophy in the air proudly while she sat perched on his shoulders like she belonged there.

They looked like a real family. The thought made the tears slip from his eyes as he shook his head in awe and pulled Cherrie in for another kiss.

"This is forever . I promise." He sniffled as he intertwined his pinky finger with hers, Cherrie just smiling at him softly as she kissed their intertwined fingers in a silent promise of her own.

Then Daniel felt juniper slap at his face to get his attention, titling his head up to her and laughing Wetly when he saw her extending her tiny pinky finger to him as well with a expectant look on her cute little face.

"You have to promise to love me forever too!" She told him as though it was obvious. Impatiently waving her pinky at him again.

Daniel didn't hesitate in hooking their pinky's together, kissing her little finger with a heart warming laugh.

"I love you too you little menace! Trips to the zoo for life after this!" He promised her seriously .

Knowing that if it wasn't for her interference then he would have probably been facing yet another rejection.

But instead of a rejection, he had won not only the race but his own little family too.

He couldn't have asked for anything better than that.

Spotting max and lando in the crowd with looks of matching disbelief on their faces as all of his friends who had watched him desperately pine over Cherrie all year and fail over and over again , watched him finally win her over .

He smugly wiggled his fingers at them as they gaped up at him in shock.

It really couldn't have gotten any better than this.

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[torgerandsuzanne]

This weekend, all the major movers and shakers in Formula 1 have descended on Silverstone for the British Grand Prix. On track, seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton will attempt to slow Max Verstappen’s seemingly inexorable charge towards a third successive title. Off it, their respective team principals, Mercedes’ Toto Wolff and his nemesis, Red Bull’s Christian Horner, will also do battle. But arguably the most significant power move made in motorsport this week may already have taken place. Its architect was none other than Susie Wolff, wife of Toto. And just quietly, she is hoping she may have triggered a revolution.

As managing director of F1 Academy, a new all-female single-seater series, she is currently thrashing out what she believes could be a ‘game-changing deal’ with F1’s 10 teams, which she hopes will boost female participation in motorsport like nothing before.

......

Leaning back in a chair in the library of the Monaco Yacht Club, Wolff lets out a snigger. ‘It’s true,’ she nods. ‘He really did once describe me as a donkey!’ We are talking about her husband, Toto Wolff. The donkey reference actually cropped up in an interview the couple gave to Ben and Georgie Ainslie’s Performance People podcast last year. In the YouTube version of the podcast, you can see Susie, by this point in hysterics, miming someone digging a hole ever-deeper. The exchange is a window into their relationship: playful, loving, with Susie giving as good as she gets. But it also says something about both of their characters. Toto is a high performer, there is no doubt about that. And Susie? Well, ‘donkey’ may be a bit harsh for a woman who once gave Hamilton a run for his money in karting. But she knows what her husband meant. ‘Don’t underestimate the donkey,’ she says, grinning. ‘It gets there in the end. I do have a lot of tenacity.’ She is going to need it in her latest role. 

There have been various attempts down the years to drive female participation in motorsport and achieve the ultimate breakthrough: returning a woman to the F1 grid. Wolff believes F1 Academy is different. For starters, it is the first all-female series launched and owned by Formula 1 itself. That means it is in F1’s interests for it to succeed. So whereas W Series, for instance, was given an enviable platform by the sport the fate of F1 Academy is far more intertwined with the brand. Not only will it compete on the F1 circuit from next season, but the two series will collaborate far more closely. Wolff cannot speak just yet about what that might look like, as the finer details are still being ironed out. Suffice to say there are some very exciting plans in the offing that she hopes to announce soon. ‘I think there are some forward-thinking team principals in Formula 1,’ she says. ‘I certainly feel a real commitment from within the paddock to help change things now.’ ‘When I met them all after my announcement in Bahrain, I said to all of them, “Please don’t think of this as a ‘woman’s thing’ being run by a woman. This is for the greater good of this sport. I hope it will add value to Formula 1 long-term. And we need to be on this journey together.” So far, the response has been very positive, I have to say.’ Wolff smiles. ‘But F1 Academy cannot just be about 15 young women racing. And we cannot have the sole purpose of trying to find the next female F1 driver. We have to stand for something much more. It’s about creating opportunity. How are we making motorsport accessible to girls? That’s why I’m spending a lot of my time in the world of karting right now, trying to understand, OK, who’s out there racing? At what level? What is stopping girls from racing? I think that’s where we’ve got to be really proactive. Because that talent pool is what we need to grow.’

......

Wolff is uniquely well-placed to do so. Born in Oban she had a typically outdoorsy upbringing. Both she and older brother David, were put on skis and bikes as toddlers. Her parents, owned a motorcycle dealership and her father raced bikes competitively, so racing was ‘in the blood’. But, Wolff says, she was ‘never a typical tomboy’. ‘I had my Barbie. I had my dolls. I liked that stuff. But I also loved going fast.’ Eventually the family got a second-hand kart and that was it, although Wolff insists it was just ‘for fun’ until she was taken to a Formula 3 race at Donington Park one year and watched Jenson Button win. ‘That’s when I was like: “This is what I want.” After that I started racing in the European and world championships.’ It was at that point, too, that Wolff began to experience sexism for the first time. She had always been ‘the only girl’ in karting races. Or at least one of very few. But as her participation became more serious, so too did the feeling of being not just different but unwanted. ‘Funnily enough, half of my battle was with the parents of my competitors,’ she recalls. ‘For them, it was not wanting their sons to get beaten by a girl.’

Sometimes her own teams, supposedly on her side, were just as culpable. When she reached DTM, the German touring car championship, Wolff was famously made to drive a pink car. ‘I hated it,’ she says. ‘It was such a cliché. No one wanted to be overtaken by that car.’  Wolff recalls one particularly awkward episode when three-time F1 world champion Niki Lauda came to watch his son Mathias. ‘Mathias and I were teammates and it was a real thrill that Niki was coming to watch,’ she says, wincing. ‘So anyway, he walks into the garage, and all the drivers were in there, and without even saying hi to Mathias or anything, he took one look at me and said to Mathias: “Whatever you do, beat her.” Even Mathias was embarrassed.’ ‘Years later, when we obviously became friends at Mercedes I brought it up and Niki was like, “Yeah, I know. But I knew it wouldn’t have been helpful to Mathias if he got beaten by you.” I said, “But Niki, I was an impressionable young driver.” Obviously he was of a certain generation. But I think that still exists. That stigma. Not wanting to be beaten by a girl. The preconception that women are bad drivers. We have to change that.’

.....

In other times during Wolff’s career it has been double standards that infuriated her. Male drivers could advertise products or cash in on their celebrity. But when Wolff did the same she would be accused of ‘using her body’ to further her career. This is someone who had, and still has, a genuine interest in fashion. ‘It was frustrating,’ she admits. ‘I turned down loads of things. I remember being questioned about one shoot, with Vogue Japan. “What? You’re going to turn down Vogue? No! It’s one of the top titles…”’ ‘Ultimately, I think it’s about finding a balance and doing what you’re comfortable with. I had one golden rule. I would never date another driver. I wanted to look after my reputation and just be someone that was seen as credible. But I think this idea that you just put your helmet on and race and nothing else matters… that’s not the case. Take Lewis. What he brings to the table is his outstanding talent on track. But also, all of the stuff he represents off-track. So if anything, I look back and say, I should have gone even harder.’

.....

Does she believe she was held back? Wolff shakes her head. ‘I think I fulfilled my potential. If I look back now, with more perspective, I wasn’t one of the most talented. I had a lot of tenacity and a lot of determination. A lot of thick skin. So I look back with no bitterness whatsoever. There were a lot of tough moments, I won’t lie. But I also met Toto, which led me to where I am now.’ They met in 2009 when Wolff was competing in DTM. Toto, 11 years her senior and with two young children from a previous marriage, was the co-owner of HWA AG, which ran the DTM race programme for Mercedes. He proposed one year later on a boat in Venice (well, on a boat back to the airport after his original plan to propose at a romantic restaurant was scuppered when a couple they knew sat down at the next table) and they were married in Capri in 2011. Inevitably their relationship, her subsequent role at Williams, and rise through senior management positions at Venturi Racing, a Monaco-based Formula E team, to F1 Academy, have led to allegations of nepotism. 

‘I am completely fine with that because in the end, I know the truth,’ Wolff says. ‘I got the drive with Williams after I met Frank at a DTM event at Brands Hatch and told him I’d done a school project on Williams as a 12-year-old girl and it was always my dream to drive an F1 car. At the end of the conversation he said, “I’ll give you 25 laps at Silverstone.” It kind of snowballed from there. How much of that was Toto? It’s impossible to judge. But I feel I grabbed my chance.’ ‘Toto was never on the radio telling me how to drive a Formula 1 car. He wasn’t holding my hand telling me how to run a Formula E team. I did all of that on my own two feet. I know I’ve got what it takes to be successful, I don’t need Toto to open doors for me.’ She pauses. ‘I think in some instances, it can be very helpful having the Wolff surname, in others very unhelpful. But I wouldn’t change it for a second.’

Marrying up their schedules can’t be easy. The couple’s main home is in Monaco, but when we meet, Toto is back at the factory in Brackley, having just returned from the Canadian Grand Prix. He will fly out to take over parental duties from Susie when she heads to Zandvoort at the end of the week. ‘I don’t think we’re dissimilar to many couples who have busy jobs,’ Wolff says. ‘I have Toto’s schedule on my phone so I always know which country he is in, or at least when he’s coming home. And we just have to prioritise. If that means Jack and I jumping on a plane to wherever he is to make it work, we make it work.’  Wolff admits it is her who generally compromises. ‘Someone has to,’ she shrugs. ‘And right now it’s me, for sure. I’m based here. And Toto is in and out. It’s a big advantage that I understand the industry so well; why he has to be away, why he has to stay longer at the factory. All of that means I’m not giving him a headache at home when he does return. I get it.’

Have Mercedes’ recent struggles on track made things more stressful? ‘Actually I’d say he is in a better place than he was a few years ago,’ Wolff replies. ‘I think he had a moment in lockdown where he didn’t know whether he wanted to stay in the sport. But now he has really got the bit between his teeth again. Sometimes I’m in a room when he’s on a very difficult call and I’m starting to feel, “F--k, this is some serious pressure!” But he can just pile it on. It’s definitely one of his strengths.’ In 2021 the couple moved to Monaco from Switzerland, although they also keep a place in Oxford from which Toto can commute to the factory. ‘Believe me, I never imagined I would be living here,’ Wolff says, laughing. ‘Obviously I started coming out a lot when I joined Venturi. I’d leave cold, grey England and land here in blue skies. I just started thinking, it’s not so bad out here… It works for us now.’  As you would expect, Jack attends a school with the sons and daughters of other international jetsetters. ‘His best friend is Augusto Farfus’ son. Naila Rosberg is a year older, her sister is a year younger,’ Wolff says. But really, she insists, they do not have a lavish lifestyle. ‘My son spends every school holiday back in Scotland because I want him to have that balance. You know, this is a bubble. It’s not quite reality. So he goes camping with my parents.’ As for the Monte Carlo nightlife, Wolff says, ‘We keep ourselves to ourselves. The buzzing social life is just not my thing at all. You find your tribe but we spend so much time away, I’d much rather stay in during the evening than go out somewhere.’

Susie's interview with The Telegraph where she talks about F1 Academy, sexism and double standards she experienced as a female racing driver and her relationship with Toto.

#susie wolff #toto wolff #f1 #interview #f1 academy

[moonshynecybin]

thinking about that ranch visit again…. obvs marc rocking up with honda mechanics is such a major part of it. like i think that was a big factor in vale shifting marc in his brain from friend :) to—> sort of friend who is a ruthless competitor to—-> snake trying to sabatoge me to—> evilest motorcycle racer who ever lived.

idk vale cultivates the ranch as such a place of community and fun that is crucially far away from the press and like. the ruthless professional circus of the paddock. like marc is visiting his private little area here, and he kind of encroaches on the fundamental philosophical idea of it by bringing his mechanics. it becomes a professional arena of competition then, in a way it wasn’t entirely before. like to valentino i think marc is the one that shifted their relationship here.

and i’m not being naive and thinking there wasn’t already some degree of professional scoping out wrt to riding style and decision making, ofc. vale is a savvy dude who would use the experience and learn about marc as a competitor any way he can (and oh my god vice versa). he loves to win just as bad as marc does. they BOTH went ham trying to win that day he’s right there with him.

i’m also not saying marc was in the wrong!! in his brain of course he’s gonna bring his mechanics, he wants to win!! he can’t even work out without a competitive incentive it’s a huge part of like. the foundational makeup of his being. so he doesn’t notice anything that would raise a red flag in terms of vale being unhappy about it or transgressing on his climate of relaxed fun bc in his mind it’s normal! why wouldn’t he try as hard as he can! his mechanics help him do that! and valentino is a charming guy who is generally pretty friendly. hell, he’ll stab you with a smile, so marc doesn’t notice much in the way of tension at the time, probably. or, at least he can brush it off.

BUT! it’s notable that the way marc has narrativized the breakup to himself starts at the ranch. he says our relationship changed THERE. even now he conceptualizes it as i beat vale at the ranch bc i was better than him and our relationship changed bc he couldn’t handle it. and i’m sure there is a factor of valentino sensing the sun setting of his era and the rise of marc’s here. but i also think he saw marc as deliberately orienting himself as a serious, direct competitor to vale in a way he wasn’t before. so he pulls back a little. you wanna be my competitor? we can fucking do that.

so going into the season some narratives are forming in valentino’s brain here, and then they have a bunch of races where they always seem to tussle on the track — they make contact a LOT— and i think to vale those narratives are unfortunately being confirmed. vale voice that twunk wants me dead.

ON TOP OF ALL THIS and maybe most crucially: the title fight heats up and vale is WAY more insecure about it than he’s ever been in his entire competitive career. he’s older, he’s had some dogshit years at ducati so he’s not bullletproof anymore, he’s had to actually start going to the gym (he committed corporate espionage on jorge lorenzo to find out how he trains LMAO), and this punk kid who idolizes him is apparently the second coming of motorcycle christ. he used to be motorcycle christ. and!! i think he knows he can exert some real power over marc by spinning all of this to the media and making marc the bad guy.

so in vale’s head. he can take marc down a peg and shift some blame away from the way he’s potentially flopping AND do some personal mythmaking. reassert his status as motorcycle christ. and to his credit it pretty much works!! but GOD. poor marc got blindsided. like it’s so so mean. so mean.

#anyways this is very long… but i was trying to make sense of the valentino’s bananas left turn wrt marc #and it think that ranch visit really is the linchpin #callie speaks #motogp #long post #clocking in to the psychoanalyizing professional athletes factory #rosquez

[mwebber]

THE DAY THE LOOP ENDS, sebastian vettel steps out of his car having won a formula one grand prix. he walks onto the podium to the sound of resounding boos, and indignant shouts, and the suffocating, unbearable force of mark webber's quiet rage beside him.

it's march 24, 2013. he's in malaysia at the moment. that's an understatement; he's been in malaysia for days, weeks, months, if not years. he's abandoned the paddock more than once, hopped on flights out of the country in business class and spent his days in transit alone. he's talked to the most interesting people he's ever met, brokenly stuttering through languages he doesn't speak. he's fucked more people, spreading his legs for anybody who'll look at him twice. he's tried murder, but only once, and in a fit of nihilism, and desperation, and anger. it was messier than trying to end his own existence. he's woken up every morning at seven on the dot on sunday, march 24, by heikki knocking on his door, even if he never falls asleep.

he's spent the most time with mark, which is surprising, or maybe not surprising in the least. in the race, sometimes mark will come first, and sometimes he'll come second. tyres never degrade the same way. the wind blows too hard in one direction. the mercedes boys have a fractious relationship, moreso than even his and mark's, and they pull crazy stunts. pit stops go well and fail miserably at random.

it feels good to win on track and get a leg up over his rival, if only for a day. on his worst days, it feels better to get his leg up in a different sense. those are the nights he spends staring at the digital clock in mark's hotel room, some loops cuddling, other loops so far apart that it's like they've never touched. and he'll tell mark the same story he tells him every time:

i'm stuck reliving the same day over and over again. i don't know how to get out.

depending on how serious he sounds, or how close they are, mark either believes him or doesn't. he's looked the other man in the eyes and confessed his love, or his hate, or any one of the feelings that curl around his heart like barbed wire. it's not like what he say matters much in the end; the clock strikes 12, and then it's 7 in the morning, and heikki is yelling at him to get off his lazy ass.

he's played chicken with the universe for an eternity, and become the worst person he's ever known.

so it's—it needs to be some cosmic joke, right? that this is how it ends? traitor to the team, unnecessary career-killer, champion fallen from grace? after all the terrible things he's done, the actions that stain him forever are the ones he made today?

"i messed up," seb tries to explain while they wait to enter the post-race press conference. "i didn't mean to, i just messed up."

mark can't even look him in the eye.

"yeah, well." he sniffs. "actions have consequences."

i killed you, seb wants to confess. i crashed into you on purpose just to see what would happen, and i snapped your neck and broke your body into pieces.

he swallows empty air, instead. "yeah."

THE DAY AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, hanna asks him what's wrong.

"nothing," he blinks. after all, he's broken free from the clutches of time itself. he's back home with the woman he's committed the rest of his life to. isn't this his happily ever after?

she gives him an uncertain smile. she doesn't press the issue.

TWO DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb thinks about buying a single plane ticket with money he's just earned and flying back to malaysia, no return ticket. just to see if the days have really passed by, if his belongings are still haphazardly shoved in the corner of a hotel room, if he can still knock on the next door over and see mark.

"hanna," he says to an empty room, apropos of nothing. "hanna?"

she's on the porch reading a book. she's been reading the same book for eternity. seb stares at the pages, the words far too small to make out from his viewpoint halfway out the front door.

with a small hum, she glances up at him. "are you okay?"

his vision is doubled through the glass, in the odd way the light refracts off its surface. when he blinks, the effect doesn't lessen.

THREE DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb wakes up at seven in the morning, and sees the time, and stops breathing with a suddenness that leaves him shaking violently.

off your ass, seb, c'mon. let's g—

FOUR DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb gets a call.

"we'll get a lawyer," hanna promises him, darkly, her voice tight and irritated and jesus fucking christ, seb wants to swear. she won't let the axe fall on his neck. why won't she let the axe fall on his neck?

FIVE DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb drives like a madman all the way to the nearest city proper so he can buy a newspaper. he's dressed in old sweatpants and hasn't washed his hair in days (weeks, months, years? no, it was tuesday, it was just tuesday—) and he probably looks like a complete lunatic, shoving too much money at the stranger running the kiosk just to grip the paper with white knuckles and sprint back to his car and breathe so hard in the driver's seat he almost passes out. but there it is: march 29. 2013.

SIX DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, and seb is supposed to be much farther along in his prep for china than he is. red bull has some red bullshit lined up, some PR nonsense that he's contractually obligated to fulfill next week. it's infinitely strange to think about the future.

A WEEK AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb is convinced he's back inside it. it's seven in the morning. somebody is knocking on the door. it's sunday. if he opens his eyes, he will see the popcorn ceiling of the hotel room and—

A WEEK AND A DAY AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb is not sure what to do about mark crashing their place. hanna treats him politely like a houseguest, though her stiff smile belies the anger seb knows she feels.

it's probably not his fault, he could say. that damned manager of his, she gets into his head. sometimes he'll tell me as much after he rips a new hole in my ass with his cock.

"i killed you," he admits, bluntly, finally, like a dull knife that's broken through skin.

he sips at his tea. it burns his tongue.

mark, to his credit, does not flinch. "you'll wish you killed me."

A WEEK AND TWO DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, and they are on a flight to china.

"i've jumped out of a plane before," says seb to mark's sleeping face. "i've punched a man and opened the emergency door and jumped out without a parachute."

"no, you haven't," mark mumbles tiredly, his eyebrows furrowing and a thunderous frown creeping onto the thin line of his mouth. he's right. seb didn't punch a man; he simply opened the rear door when the stewards weren't there and let himself plummet.

"i think i'm stuck again." seb confesses. they're words better reserved for god or some other deity, not his teammate.

this time, mark opens his eyes.

"it's so much worse for me," he murmurs, "if you feel bad."

"i don't feel bad." this is a fundamental misunderstanding. seb doesn't really regret what he did in malaysia; he'd do it again, in any and every time loop.

mark snorts softly, and turns his head to the aisle. "whatever."

A WEEK AND THREE DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb wakes up in a hotel room. it's seven in the morning. heikki and britta are arriving in a couple hours. the ceiling is smooth white paint.

still half-undressed, he pads barefoot to the door, and shuts one eye, and squints out the peephole at the warped hallway. the optical illusion sometimes feels more real than the straight lines and straight lanes that define his schedule.

A WEEK AND FOUR DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb sits alone at a press conference for two and tries not to blink.

"i was racing. i was faster. i passed him." i've imagined the sound of mark webber's spine being ripped from his body vertebra by vertebra. "i won."

A WEEK AND FIVE DAYS AFTER THE LOOP ENDS, seb is back in the car. it's like no time has passed at all.

#my writing

[dizzyduck44]

It must be really difficult for Carlos at the moment. All his closest family in age are getting married. He comes from a very traditional family. That is the normal way of things.

The reality is though for an F1 driver, you need to make the most of the time you have. Your career in F1 could be a year, two years, 15 years. No one can tell you. The time with a top competitive team may be 2-3 years and you need to seize on those opportunities. That is your great commitment and love.

Jenson Button once described F1 drivers as the most selfish people in the world. You want a relationship with them you need to be prepared to work to their timetable. The country they are in, the one day a week they have free for you, to basically be there and be invisible on a race weekend. Also put up with the mood swings due to bad results and hunger trying to maintain weight.

There is a reason so many of them are single or have flings. No matter how lovely the driver is they have to be ruthlessly selfish to succeed.

Carlos must feel like the odd one out at home, but perfectly normal in the paddock. I just hope those around him understand that.

#carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz junior

[waru-chan8]

Aro/ace alex marquez you're so real for that..... No man who is This famous and presents himself as This desperate would be single if he didn't want to be

First of all hi anon 👋👋👋.

Secondly, I said Aro not Aroace and definetly not Ace. Contrary to popular believe the Aromantic and Asexual spectrum are two complet separate spectrums. One refers to the romantic and the other one to the sexual side (there are more the platonic, aesthetic, sensual and so on). You can feel romantic attraction and don't want a sexual relationship or just under certain situations. And you can definetly can feel sexual desire and want sexual relationship but not want to be in a romantic relationship or be in one under certain situations. You might also want to be in a QPR too and it's totally fine. What I mean to say is I said Aromantic, not asexual and those two terms can't be used as interchangeable. You can be both but never assume someone is Aro and Ace because I'm aro but not ace and there are many aces that are not aro.

Being Aro is never a choice, it's like celibacy and asexuality. And you can feel proud to be alone because you feel that you are not loosing anything. Jorge Lorenzo himself is proud to be single and as he described it, 'when in a relationship it was like not being free and I'm at a point in my career where I'm not ready for that' (which by the way is the MOST aro thing I ever heard). And if you think that Álex is being desperate by reminding everyone he is single, maybe you are a bit aro-phobe. We are constantly reminded and ask about or romantic relationships, so being reminded that not having one is a choice or an option is actually refreshing. Especially in the paddock where the media is so damn focused on family goals apart form the track ones.

And to end this, there are several reason apart from being aro that can make him not want a relationship, such just timing or him being very focused on their partner and being impossible for him to commit while he is still in MotoGP.

Edit: h can also be afraid of commitment and hence why he doesn't want anything stable or long term.

#Ask #Anon #Sorry for the rant but this ask rub me the wrong way #LGBTQIA+ #Aromanticism #Aromantic #AroAsexuality #Asexual #Ace #MotoGP #Álex Márquez #Jorge Lorenzo

[reigningmax]

Recent Fic Recs

Both older and newer fics, sorted by the pairings!  * Favorite  ** Smut  All the fics are favorites of mine but the ones with a * were a punch to the gut in a good way! Fic writers in this fandom don’t get enough hype or credit so please spread the word and please send me your fic recs too! 

Max/Charles

i've got you tonight and always by footysel

Nothing in their world was ever certain, except for the fact that at the end of the day, they always had each other. No matter what, Max is always going to be there for Charles.

Lovely by @mahixa

Charles has always been like that. Like that? So like what? Max thinks, forcing himself to finally understand what he has been feeling for so long, searching in his head for the best word to describe the other man. Lovely. Charles has always been quite lovely, he admits to himself.

*champagne, cocaine, gasoline (and most things in between) by finedae @blorbocedes

Redemption tastes an awful lot like Max Verstappen pouring a bottle of champagne down his back, after winning the Austrian Grand Prix in the Red Bull Ring.

*love like a fist by teammates

There is no version of love that matches comfort. No, love is like a fist hitting square into his jaw. Love is pain. Charles smiles, green eyes twinkling under the artificial lights, his slender fingers toying with the loose strings of his bracelet. Max watches, with a heavy weight on his chest bringing him down and a knot tied on his throat. Love hurts. He wants nothing but to reach out and hold his hand and let Charles run his index fingers through his palm, mapping out his veins, but he can’t. He can’t.

***contrition by finedae (all fics by this author are gorgeous)

aftermath of the french grand prix 2022. charles looks for ways to punish himself.

*proximity by grandprix (all their fics!! amazing!!)

These kinds of smiles on Max are reserved for other people. Like Daniel, like Lando, like those Dutch guys that come around sometimes and he likes to yell with. Not Charles. It’s probably the fourth time Max is acting noticeably strange around him that he notices the freckle on his lip.

*i got you (a lil' something) by Missha (Mishtique)

Max and Charles spend the holidays with family and Max ends up having a special present he bought with Charles in mind.

***I Know Places by Tazza1993

Max owns a cat café in Amsterdam and is perfectly content with his quiet, little life. Until one day, four time F1 champion Charles Leclerc comes across his café. A Notting Hill AU.

*days like this by @playclock (all their Lestappen fics, chefs kiss)

Every time, you watch him like you had watched him that day in the rain. Every time, you are happy for him—but you aren’t up there with him, and the days continue to count. You’re counting, always counting.

***Feel The Heat Going Overdrive by Anonymous

In which Charles keeps asking questions about the RB18 in the midst of their sexual escapades and Max is – literally – one DNF away from blowing a fuse.

Max/Daniel 

***established relationship snapshots by swallowsmateforlife @otfourever

snapshots from a happy, healthy, trusting, long, committed relationship. all can be read as stand-alones. no chronology. just sneak-peaks into moments from their life together. 

(Part 1 and 2 are my personal ultimate faves)

***two feet on the water by @yekoc​ 

“I just, like. You know, just because we’re both guys,” Daniel says.

He takes another gulp of wine. “We don’t both, like, do everything the same in bed, I guess, or whatever.”

I've never felt more alone by yellowleaves

Daniel and Max are doing fine until Max brings his boyfriend to the paddock one day, and then Daniel just isn't fine.

***mine had my face by tobabylon @geluksalig​ 

When Martijn tells Daniel he's fucked Max, Daniel thinks it's a joke.

*Naked in his possession by Charlotte_Stant @boxboxlewis

ENG 312 is a seminar, which is bullshit, because it means Max won’t be able to hide behind his laptop in the back corner of a lecture hall and get on with his actual work.

***find what you love (and let it kill you) by @toastandvegemite 

Or: It's meant to be an old wives tale, a warning that if you submit to another Alpha, you won't stay an Alpha.

Misc. 

*Give it some, give it some, give it some time, But I think we're supposed to be by byesexualniall

(Or; the five times Charles and Buttons wage war, and the one time they don’t.) - Charles x Reader

*In The Wet by plastics

How did you learn to get so good in the wet? ... These conditions are where the greats are recognized. - Carlos x Lando 

***call it serendipity (I'd know you anywhere) - series by bones_2_be

Lewis didn't expect to run into Daniel at Coachella, but he turns out to be the best thing on offer. In which Daniel and Lewis get high and then get off in Lewis' fancy tent.

***hierarchy of needs by toastandvegemite

Daniel and Carlos have a one-night stand (or one-afternoon, technically, on Max's bed while its owner is asleep in the bathtub). It's just a bit of fun. Daniel isn't meant to get pregnant.

#my post #text #fic recs #maxiel fic rec #lestappen fic rec #daniel ricciardo fic rec #max verstappen fic rec #charles leclerc fic rec #lewis hamilton fic rec #idk what else to tag lol #carlos sainz fic rec #carlos sainz jr fic rec

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Fernando Alonso reveals sad news on love life with Andrea Schlager after Australian F1 Grand Prix

Formula One superstar Fernando Alonso gives fans some very sad news about his love life just hours after taking third place at the Australian Grand Prix Came third at Albert Park with Aston Martin  Made love life announcement soon after  Also had a cheeky dig at Red Bull  By Josh Alston For Daily Mail Australia Published: 01:20 EDT, 3 April 2023 | Updated: 01:20 EDT, 3 April 2023 F1 driver Fernando Alonso delighted his fans by finishing third at the Australian Grand Prix - but followed it up by announcing that he and his long-term partner Andrea Schlager have split. Alonso shared the news on his Instagram story with a photo of himself and Schlager, along with a caption that read, 'We wanted to tell you that our relationship as a couple ended.  'We have been lucky enough to share a fantastic time together, and it will continue to be so, but on a different form of affection. 'As you have probably seen, we have continued working on and off track on various projects together also during this time, and we will keep doing so with deep love and respect for each other. 'We thought it is appropriate to share this as you have all been very supportive. Thanks for that. Love Fer & Andrea.' Alonso and Schlager during happier days before their breakup, which was announced just after the Australian Grand Prix on Sunday The couple also thanked their fans for their support and noted that they would continue to work together on various projects with love and respect for each other. Schlager, a sports commentator with a history in the F1 paddock, met the Spanish racing driver through her F1 commitments. Very little is known about their relationship, which has been kept out of the public eye for the most part. Alonso is a two-time F1 world champion, winning the campaign in both 2005 and 2006. He has had a collection of relationships, having been previously married to Raquel del Rosario and engaged to Lara Alvarez.  Alonso has also previously been in relationships with Carolina Costa, Dasha Kapustina, and most recently, Linda Morselli. Despite his past relationships, Alonso does not have any children. In 2018, he mentioned that his dedication to the sport had left him with 'no friends, no family, no free time, no privacy, no wife and no kids.' Alonso had preferred to keep his love life out of the public spotlight, but decided to let his fans know that his relationship has ended Alonso celebrates coming third at the Australian Grand Prix with Aston Martin after a gripping battle with Lewis Hamilton - but the weekend wasn't all good news for the Spaniard During the Australian Grand Prix, Alonso finished in third place, spending the majority of the race attempting to hunt down Lewis Hamilton from Mercedes.  A tangle with Carlos Sainz looked to have ended his race, but he was granted a reprieve when the FIA opted to red flag the race again. Alonso's performance in Australia was noteworthy because, for the first time in 2023, a car other than a Red Bull finished ahead of him, with Hamilton coming in second. Alonso used the opportunity to make a tongue-in-cheek joke at Sergio Perez's expense while assessing the pecking order of the top cars in Melbourne. Perez had joked in Bahrain about him, Max Verstappen, and Fernando Alonso 'all being Red Bull drivers' and that 'it was nice to see three Red Bull cars on the podium!'  Alonso responded by saying, 'No more three Red Bulls on the podium, if Checo was here.' Share or comment on this article: Fernando Alonso reveals sad news on love life with Andrea Schlager after Australian F1 Grand Prix via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

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am I the only one who noticed that the wags look happier post breakup? Luisa is doing her own thing and I know Charlotte is an attention seeking mess, but they look genuinely happy and carefree. //

No same!

I feel like it’s really just not all as great as we might imagine. Sure the perks seem great, getting to travel around, getting the public attention - if your into it - and scrutiny 😬, dating someone rich, quite good looking etc. If it’s what your looking for sure.

But i feel especially for the younger couples, who are getting together after the driver got some level of success/ public recognition it’s just not as easy as it might seem. They’re at an age were one wants to spent time with one’s partner, maybe do something spontaneous but also be sure about your relationship, after a few years there might be talk about moving together long time commitment (which I feel most just don’t want to commit to at the current stage of their career)

But I feel they are way more restricted by their schedules than other early/ mid twenty year olds. Even with Uni, Jobs I know that couples seem to be able to make more time. With f1 drivers we can see how much time not racing (which is already taking up quite a bit of time) is spent at the factories, doing sim work, workouts, media/ pr engagements etc.

Seems crazy that some of them move in so fast and spent every race at the paddock but I feel like there’re two sides 1. the perks of traveling/ meeting ppl/ influencer work but also 2. desperately trying to get in as much time with your partner as possible. I mean at the end this girls put major parts of their life on hold for a guy and have to work around his schedule & try to fit into his public pr created picture/ appearance.

I mean non of them seem to be Nico Rosberg 2016 level of crazy but just yesterday I’ve read a post summing up some of his behavior and damn hat’s of to Vivian with a newborn for sticking around. But I think the difference is that they had been dating for such a long time at this point and grew into fame together vs. girls staring to date an already famous sportsman and then having to deal with the personal downsides of it.

Sorry for the rambling, it’s to late and I think my tired brain is not making as much sense as it should 😅🤦🏼‍♀️ but TL,DR I agree with you

It does!

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Jess has announced that her and husband Charles are having twins girls!

The couple announced earlier in the year that they were expecting another baby, and Jess was around 10 weeks pregnant at the time of the announcement, and she is ow said to be around 14/15 weeks.

We are so excited for the couple, they already have 3 children, Fran, Theo, and Finley as well as now expecting twin girls, this will mean the couple have three girls and two boys, a perfect mix, we wonder if this might be it for the couple after this baby.

Jess and Charles have had a busy four years, Charles of course on track he’s been doing well with wins and poles, as well as Ferrari winning constructors championships, the team is ensuring they go from strength to strength with Jess at the hold, she is really taking the team to the next level, she has been a great owner so far and we know they’ll be many years to come under her leadership.

Jess has also been doing well with her other endeavours, her companies and her social media presence, she’s always been a relevant character in the media, through her owning of the team or through something she is doing, such as interview, campaigns or collaborations. She has always been the top trend in her fields, the fans can’t get enough of her and it’s nice to see the popularity she has never stopped growing.

The couple have only gained more popular as the years have gone on, they’ve been crowned the IT couple of the paddock, as well as the royal couple of a generation, they truly ate the blueprint for true love.

Success can be defined in many ways. Every person has different approach towards this term.To many success seems to come suddenly, like it has for Jess and Charles, although it didn’t come overnight it was definitely quickly achieved, If you are passionate to achieve something you will get it no matter how long it takes. Love your work and you will never find it burden and that is exactly how life is for Jess and Charles, they work hard but also play hard, they love their jobs and careers and only ever want to be successful.

But whilst this success is compelling and huge, they have the perfect work life balance, love, faith and trust are the most important aspects of any relationship,

Without love, men and women would be a machine. Love is the potential in humans that can metamorphose individuals into an angels, when you find your true love you become a completely different person to the one you were on the start of your journey to finding love and reflecting on Jess and Charles’ lives that statement is clear through their ever growing personalities and how they have developed to suit each other’s likes and quirks and having understand of the other, Jess and Charles have a marriage built on love, compassion and understanding.

This weekend is going to be hard for the couple, just like every visit to Japan is, due to the history and the grief it brings to the family, and Charles is honouring his late godfather with a special helmet this weekend and it is the perfect tribute.

Formula one is the most awe-inspiring form of motorsport competition, which is more popular around the world. It has gained a lot of popularity over the years and is commonly watched in most households. It is a very competitive motor sport only endured by the expert drivers.

Formula one has developed it’s rich history through it’s appreciation by millions the skill it takes to divulge yourself into the sport it takes a lot of commitment and that is exactly what Charles has done.

The Formula 1 Japanese Grand Prix is a highly anticipated event on the Formula 1 calendar, known for its rich history, challenging circuit, and passionate fans. Hosted at the iconic Suzuka Circuit, the Japanese Grand Prix has been a regular fixture in the championship since 1987.

The Scuderia has 7 race wins, 10 pole positions and 24 podiums at the iconic Suzuka circuit with its thrilling circuit, storied history, and dedicated fans, the F1 Japanese Grand Prix at Suzuka remains a highlight of the championship, promising excitement and drama for drivers and spectators alike.

Fans love this circuit and some quotes are below;

“It’s a great circuit the figure 8 is exciting and the corners are good”

“This race is always entertaining and we’ve had some great races in the past”

“We want nothing less than a Charles win!”

Off the back of good results in Australia and Saudi and Bahrain with 2 podiums already for the talented driver we hope he can continue this great form and turn it into a win in Japan or China. Leclerc said that Ferrari had hit the ground running in Melbourne, with little to complain about – and there being potential to extract even more performance over the remainder of the season.

This is an exciting time for both Charles and Jess, both in their careers and personal lives and we cannot wait to see all of this unfold and how the couple tackle this next chapter in their lives because every day is a fresh start, and that every sunrise is a new chapter in your life waiting to be written.

Comments:

@.lightsout I’m so excited for this, the twin’s are coming at just the right time for them

@.simplylovescuderia imagine they name one of them after him

@.forzaferrari I’m so happy for them

@.leclercsbabe they really are the royal couple

@.landosspacehopper I’m so excited for them

@.spicy1610 Jess is a goddess

@.pierrespanda oh to be them

@.811016 they’re the best couple

@.lecsainz their lives are just chef’s kiss

@.playboyleclec mum and dad

@.sharlleclerc the princesses

@.jesscorefan such goals

@.lecstappen king and queen

@.Ferraricore I love how open they are with fans makes us feel connected to them

@.leclerccentral omg this is amazing

@.landopitlane ❤️

@.radioleclerc ❤️🫶🏻

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻📱

#charles anon

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★ . . . 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐏𝐆𝟏𝟎

pairing: soft!bf!pierre gasly x Italian!actress!reader, best friend!alex albon

in which y/n shares in an interview that she has a bf, people freak out and freak out a bit more when pictues surface of the so called playboy of the paddock, pierre gasly and herself.

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snippet of the last promo interview for "the mauderers" with y/n

liked by benbarnes, centralcee, lilymhe and others

justy/n you are, without a doubt, my other half, amore mio <3

spoiler alert: I'm not dating a football player, I don't like the scandals which seemingly follow them everywhere!

y/nlover ehm what's going on? baby the kids and I miss you, come back home

mcudererz imagine she's dating ben, like that would be SO good (and the promo for the series would be even better!!) hp1990 u guys the age gap would be weird af,, he's 41 and she just turned 25 this year rosaloscreams and what about it? that only 16 years, nothing disgusting about it fanofy/n nah they're acting like siblings

alexalbon u suck

justy/n I do, ask my bf, stinker :) alexalbon i'd rather die, shithead y/nupdates tell us the name alex, don't be shy alexalbon I want to keep my head on, sorry justy/n 😁

centralcee hmu gorgeous

amitasuman shut up, not you again 😖 liked by pierregasly

readers, be aware of the new super cozy looking couple that are f1 driver pierre gasly and italian actress y/n l/n, best known for the marauders and house of the dragon!

y/n, childhood friend of alexander albon, a British f1 driver might be the one to introduce those two — which doesn't matter, because the question we need no ask: does the shoe fit?

gasly is the playboy of the paddock; he loves the attention of (younger) women and can't wait to screw a girl after breaking a relationship off. the longest (most known) he has been in a committed relationship was with young kika gomez, a portuguese model from october 2022 to april 2023.

y/n on the other hand shared in an interview with elle that she has only ever been with one person — her high-school sweetheart.

love brings out the best and worst within us and I pray for y/n's heart; she's truly a good, hardworking person with a soft soul and trusting a playboy with her heart is a risk.

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pierregasly my gf is better (more beautiful, lovely, intelligent and hotter) than yours. je t'aime mon bijou 🤍

landonorris our frenchie is smooth operator 2.0

fernandoalonso you're a simp

pierregasly from whom did you learn this word? 🤨 oscarpiastri ✌🏻 pierregasly PIASTRI BETTER SLEEP WITH BOTH EYES OPEN justy/n aren't you a simp? lilymhe he totally is babe pierregasly i'm your simp but i won't accept anyone else calling me that

justy/n 7/10, could've been better worded but I love you nonetheless bellissimo ❣️

pierregasly noted, love you so much ❤️‍🔥

caption on the second story: the prettiest view I've ever seen 😍

#f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one social media au #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly instagram edit #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly blurb

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Northville Township police start neighborhood crime prevention program

Northville Township’s law enforcers are debuting “Partners In Your Safety,” a long-term project to promote problem solving, create safer neighborhoods and develop relationships between police and residents. Scott Hilden, who started the year as the township’s new police chief, introduced the three-phase program to at least 50 community members gathered at Township Hall. “We want to build trust and positive relationships in the community,” Hilden said. “If we’re able to enhance the awareness of the community members, engage community members in this partnership in your safety, then we’ll be able to bring the community level of safety up as high up as it can be.” Hilden promised that his Partners program is similar to endeavors he founded while working for Canton Township and Washtenaw Community College. Law enforcers will connect individual neighborhoods with the resources and tools necessary to create safer communities. Accreditation is possible.  Participating neighborhoods must complete the following three phases:  Phase One: Neighborhood meeting to explain the project and establishing goals like meeting two neighbors.  Phase Two: Attend quarterly “Partners In Your Safety” meetings, ensure open communication between law enforcers and residents, residents enhancing safety by using online applications like Nextdoor, Nixle and Neighbors By Ring and promoting crime prevention seminars.  Phase Three: Post “Partners In Your Safety” signs at neighborhood entrances, make use of “Partners In Your Safety” stickers, present awards for most active community members and continue promotion of open communication between law enforcers and residents. More:Novi schools starts to fill leadership void hiring one, interviewing 7 for superintendent More:Downtown Northville streets will remain closed until November. Here’s why. Hilden shared this success story from his time at Washtenaw Community College: Someone stepped off a bus in front of the college and started walking through a parking lot, where he began lifting car handles. The calls to campus police began, and they arrested the suspect, who was charged. “The thing that made us really happy was here we had three members of the community call within the first few minutes of this person committing this crime. That’s how good the awareness was,” Hilden said. “We hope to have a real enhanced level of awareness of this program in all of your neighborhoods.” Some other program expectations are crime reduction, a sense of empowerment, and a developed relationship with police. Homes, apartments and businesses can participate.  Audience members applauded law enforcers toward the end of the presentation. Ed and Mary Lou Paddock live near the police department headquarters on Six Mile Road, between Haggerty and Sheldon roads. He left the meeting saying he felt informed and grateful that is wife convinced him to attend. “Look! I say this to people all the time,” Mary Lou Paddock said. “The police can’t do everything. They said it themselves.” For more information, contact Andrew Domzalski, community service officer for the Northville Township Police Department, at 248-349-9400 or [email protected].  Contact reporter Susan Vela at [email protected] or 248-303-8432. Follow her on Twitter @susanvela.  https://ift.tt/AbCTDFw https://ift.tt/ldNKqc9

#Saas #softwaresystems #productdevelopment #software #practice #optimization #accuracy #efficiency #productivity #softwareprojects #cracksthecode

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Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

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A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

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