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My name is Abed.

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monaco yacht club

pairing: kimi räikkönen x reader

summary: the iceman didn't think love was in the cards this summer, but he's proven wrong when it walks right onto his yacht, the iceman.

a/n: monaco 2006 you will always be famous xx

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You had precisely three things on your summer checklist (well, it was only May, but these things were a technicality):

Get a tan.

Find your sea legs.

Avoid boring men in polo shirts.

So when you sashayed down the Monaco marina in your oversized sunglasses and silk scarf blowing dramatically in the sea breeze, you were convinced life was going exactly to plan. Until it wasn't. Because, apparently, you got on the wrong yacht.

"I don't remember hiring a crew," a voice said, low and unimpressed, behind you.

You turned around from where you were sprawled dramatically across the cushioned sunbed, sipping sparkling water and admiring your own pedicure.

And there he was: tall, sun-drenched, and scowling at you like you'd committed a federal crime instead of simply boarding what you thought was your family's boat.

"You're not wearing shoes," you pointed out, lifting your sunglasses just enough to glare at him properly.

"You're not supposed to be here," he replied coolly.

"I'm always supposed to be wherever I am," you said, standing now, a little flustered, a little thrilled. Who was this little boy? Well, not boy. He was certainly a man in his own right. But he shouldn't be talking back to you! "This is my yacht."

He crossed his arms, a small smirk playing on his lips. "That so?"

You blinked, looked around at the deck, at the gleaming chrome railing, at the Finnish flag. Oh. It might've slipped your mind.

"…this isn't the Phoenix, is it?"

"No. It's the Iceman," he said. "And you're on it."

You stared at him, then down at the deck, then back at him. "Okay. So, maybe I got a little lost."

"You 'got lost' onto a private yacht?"

"Maybe I got excited about getting back onto a white boat. It's hot. I was thirsty. Don't people trespass all the time in Monaco?"

"No."

You smiled at him, batting your lashes just a little. "Are you always this fun at parties? Who's paying for the yacht, pretty boy? Is it your daddy?"

"Yes," he said. And to your second question, "me. I race cars."

You blinked and looked him up and down, mostly with the purpose of figuring out who this racecar driver was, but also because he was a little attractive. Not Schumacher. Okay, that was it. What other blonde F1 driver did you know? Finnish...you scoured your mind and found two!

"Wait. You're either Mika or Kimi."

“Mika's retired."

"So you're Kimi."

"You say that like you expected me to be taller."

"Well, you probably seem taller in the tabloids. They don't want broody strangers."

"I'm not brooding," Kimi said flatly. "I just don't like strangers on my boat."

"Well then," you said, brushing imaginary lint off your dress and walking--gracefully, thank you very much--past him, "maybe you should have locked the door, Iceman."

You paused at the top of the plank, looking back at him. "Thanks for the drink. Even if it was technically theft."

He didn't say anything until you were almost gone, and he called out, "Next time you want a tan, ask first."

You turned around, eyes wide. "Next time?"

He--Kimi--shrugged, already walking inside. "You know where to find me now."

Your heart did an extremely uncool little flip.

And you added:

4. Come back to the Iceman.

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You did not come back on purpose.

Okay, maybe you did. But only a little. It was your friend's idea. Sort of. She said you should "accidentally" walk by his boat again just to "see if he's real" and not a "fever dream with cheekbones."

Also, you wore the pretty white cover-up. Not for him. It was for the, uh, aesthetic.

You had every intention of walking right past the Iceman this time. A quick stroll down the dock, head held high, pretending like you weren't thinking about the man who didn't smile but made your heart do aerial stunts.

And yet.

"There's no way this is accidental," came the now-familiar voice from the deck.

You froze mid-step, toe hovering over the dock, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of your nose. "Excuse me?"

Kimi was shirtless this time. Unfairly so. He had one hand on the railing, the other holding a half-eaten nectarine like this was a Botticelli painting, and not your life.

"You're back," he said, as if that was the entire sentence. Clearly, he was a man of few words.

You huffed. "Don't flatter yourself. Maybe I'm scouting yachts. Maybe I have options."

He raised an eyebrow. "Girls with options don't wear lip gloss and look lost."

"I'm not lost," you insisted.

"You always say that when you’re lost."

You crossed your arms. "Okay, not always. It's the second time. And what are you doing? Standing there like a Bond villain, eating fruit and judging tourists?"

"I like fruit," Kimi said. "And I don't like tourists."

You stared at him.

He stared back.

And then--then--the corner of his mouth tilted. Just the tiniest bit. A smirk, barely there, like he wasn't sure if he was going to find you funny yet.

"I have champagne," he said casually.

You blinked. "Are you bribing me to stay?"

"Maybe."

"Is it cold?"

"Of course."

"And are there snacks?"

"There can be."

You paused for dramatic effect, then turned back toward the yacht, walking up like it was the Queen's invitation. "Fine. But only because my heels hurt and you're marginally less rude than the sun."

"You're not wearing heels."

"Don't ruin the moment, Kimi."

He handed you a glass of champagne and your fingers brushed, just barely.

You sat, legs stretched out, toes pointing toward the sea. He leaned against the rail again, watching you. He wasn't staring, just looking?

"So," you said eventually, swirling the glass, "do you offer all your trespassers drinks? Or am I special?"

He looked at you so intently you almost forgot how to breathe. "You're the first one who came back."

Your heart? Gone. Floating somewhere between the Mediterranean and Monaco's skyline.

"Oh," you said quietly, smiling into your glass. "Well. Good thing I like fruit."

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The plan was simple: one drink, maybe a quick dip, then you'd float off back to reality before things got complicated. But the weather didn't care about your plans. And neither, apparently, did Kimi.

You were mid-laugh, ankles swinging off the side of the yacht, when thunder rumbled low in the distance. You glanced up from your glass.

"Was that--"

"Storm's coming," Kimi said from behind you, hands in his pockets, hair ruffled from the sea breeze. God, you wanted to run your hands through it too. Never thought you'd be envying nature.

You raised an eyebrow. "And you were going to tell me this when?"

"I thought you liked surprises."

"I like presents, Kimi. Not atmospheric threats."

But the sky was already turning dramatic--clouds rolling in with a moody kind of poetry that would’ve been beautiful if it didn't mean your tiny white dress was about to become a very damp, very clingy problem.

"We should get back to shore," you said, slipping off your sunglasses.

He glanced toward the dock, then back to you. "Too late."

Sure enough, the rain started--slow at first, then all at once. Warm, chaotic, soaking you in seconds. You shrieked, holding your arms out like you could stop it with sheer annoyance.

"Great," you muttered. "I'm going to look like a drowned heiress."

Kimi just watched you, completely unfazed, rain dripping off his brow like he was made of stone. A slightly amused, highly attractive stone.

"You could've warned me sooner," you said, pushing wet hair off your face.

"You were busy talking about horoscopes and olives."

"I was being charming."

He tilted his head. "You were being loud."

You squinted at him. "Do you even like me, or are you just too polite to throw me off the boat?"

He didn't answer right away. He only stepped forward until you were almost toe-to-toe, rain pattering around you like applause.

"I don't usually like people," Kimi said. "But you're strange."

"Wow," you deadpanned. "Romantic."

He smirked. "It's not a no."

Before you could respond--because you absolutely had a witty comeback brewing--thunder cracked again. This time, closer.

He jerked his head toward the cabin. "Inside. Come on."

And that's how you ended up dripping and barefoot in the cozy cabin of a multimillion-dollar yacht that wasn't yours, wearing his hoodie (gray, soft, slightly too big) and sipping something warm he wordlessly handed you.

You glanced at the rain still lashing the windows. "Sooo, you're telling me I'm stranded?"

He nodded. "Well. If you really wanted to, no. But if it doesn't matter that much, yes, you are stranded for the night."

You tried to play it cool, because fuck if you wanted it. "Is this where you tell me there's only one bed?"

Silence.

You blinked. "Wait. Is there actually--"

"There’s a couch," he said, poker-faced. "But I'm not offering it."

You nearly choked on your drink. "Are you flirting with me, Kimi Räikkönen?"

"Maybe."

You stared, then smiled, then whispered, "Took you long enough."

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The storm had no intention of stopping.

You stood in the little cabin barefoot, hair wet, legs cold, staring out the porthole like you could will the rain to let up. It didn't. It just pressed harder against the glass, wind whistling like some moody movie score.

"Bed's made," Kimi said behind you.

You turned. He was leaning in the doorway, towel-drying his hair with one hand, wearing a plain black shirt and grey sweatpants like he hadn't just walked out of a lifestyle magazine shoot.

"Thanks," you said, voice small. "I can take the couch."

He gave you a look. Just one of those slow, unreadable ones. "There's no point pretending. It's raining sideways. Just take the bed."

"And where are you sleeping?" you asked, not quite teasing.

His mouth twitched. "Also the bed."

"Fine. But no funny business."

He raised an eyebrow, totally unimpressed. "You snore."

"I do not!"

"You don't know what you do in your sleep."

You huffed, climbing into bed with dramatic flair, turning your back to him. "You're incredibly rude for someone offering me shelter."

"You could leave, you know. I'm sure you could find someone willing, if you family owns a yacht. You're also incredibly dramatic for someone stealing my hoodie."

You rolled over just to stick your tongue out at him and caught him smiling.

When the lights flickered again, you both froze.

And then--almost instinctively--he slid into the other side of the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight. He didn't touch you. Not even close.

You stared up at the ceiling. "This is weird, right?"

“No.”

You turned your head toward him. He was lying flat, arms folded behind his head, eyes on the ceiling too. He was very pretty, you admit, with his long lashes fluttering lazily. You asked, "you don't think this is a little bit emotionally loaded for two people who met via trespassing?"

"You weren't trespassing," Kimi said calmly.

You blinked. "I wasn't?"

"You just got confused."

Now, he had you smiling in the dark.

"I like your boat."

"I know."

"And I like that you let me stay."

His voice was barely there. "I like that you came back."

There was a silence after that.

Eventually, your eyes got heavy. You turned on your side, facing away from him, but not all the way to the edge.

Then you felt it--the brush of his fingers, careful and slow, against your hand.

You didn't say anything. You just let your hand fall back into his and he held it. He didn't grasp tightly, like it was a declaration. There was just enough pressure. Just enough.

You fell asleep like that, rain at the windows. Your body was warm and quiet and his fingers were loosely twined in yours.

In the morning, when sunlight cracked through the clouds and your head was tucked under his chin, you didn't pretend to be surprised.

You just smiled into his shirt and whispered, "told you I don't snore."

And he murmured, half-asleep: "I know. I wanted you closer."

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You were mid-bite when the door slammed. Slammed-slammed. Like 'Ferrari just lost a front-row seat to Monaco glory' slammed. Of course, because that was basically what had just happened. Except, of course, you had figured out now that Kimi drew for McLaren.

You paused, olive halfway to your mouth.

You heard boots. Heavy steps. Muted Finnish cursing. Well, it might've been some other language but that was your boy out there and he certainly wasn't speaking English.

"Kimi?" you called from the kitchen, mouth still full. You liked his other yacht more, Iceman, but this one was nice, too. It was called 'One More Toy' and Kimi'd asked you to come here with all his friends. The Iceman, he said, was a lot more personal. You supposed that made you two close. You wouldn't ask him that now, though, because he looked angry. "Is that you or an extremely pissed-off ghost?"

No answer.

Just more cursing and the unmistakable sound of a helmet being launched onto the couch. It didn't hit you, thankfully.

You popped the olive in your mouth. "I'm guessing the race didn't go great?"

He appeared in the doorway like an angry cat dragged backwards through gravel. His fireproof suit was half off and his hair a mess. It was kind of hot, actually. Even with his face doing that thing where he looks like he might kill someone but he's too tired to commit. It was especially hot.

"Engine failure," he growled.

You nodded solemnly, like a priest. "Tragic. Want an olive?"

Kimi just stared at you. Like he couldn’t decide whether to yell or marry you.

"Why are you in my hoodie again?"

"It's my coping mechanism," you said, offering him the jar. "Also, it smells like you, and I like it."

He groaned, stalking past you to the bar, where he poured himself three fingers of something probably older than your childhood dog.

You followed, jar in hand. "Do you want to scream into a pillow? Punch a baguette? I have options."

He downed the drink in one go, eyes closed, breathing like the car personally insulted his grandmother.

"I walked off the track mid-race," Kimi muttered.

"I know. It was very dramatic. Ten out of ten for mysterious recluse energy. Did you hear your friends celebrating as you came on? Oh, wait, sorry, you were brooding again."

"I'm not mysterious. I wasn't brooding."

"You're an international man of monosyllables who just disappeared during a Grand Prix and materialized on a yacht. That's the definition mysterious behavior."

You held up your hands when seeing his look. "I support you."

Kimi finally--finally--cracked the tiniest smile. You loved it when he smiled. Then, he sank onto the couch like his bones had given up.

You sat beside him, jar between you, quietly nudging it toward him.

He took one olive and chewed slowly.

"...fuck. These are good."

"'Course they are, my sister-in-law comes from a family that makes olive oil."

He glanced sideways. "Wow. Didn't know that was a thing."

"You're messing with me. Whatever. If you didn't know, you do now. You know what else is a thing? You coming here every time your life explodes."

Kimi didn't argue. Instead, after a long pause, he admit, "I didn't want to be around anyone else."

"Oh."

"I don't talk much."

"Really?"

"Hey."

"Sorry, go on." You gestured with your jar.

He swallowed. "You make it quiet in my head. In a good way."

The olive jar hit the floor. Metaphorically. Though you did actually fumble it a bit in surprise.

"I--"

"I'm not good at this," Kimi added, clearly distressed by his own emotional vulnerability. "The people stuff."

"Well, you're doing amazing, sweetie," you said, placing a very gentle hand on his very tense knee. "You stormed in here like a Nordic pirate and admitted you like me. That's practically a marriage proposal."

He narrowed his eyes. "I did not say that."

"You meant it."

He opened his mouth to argue, then gave up. He took another olive and had you grinning.

Kimi didn't smile, exactly, but he did press a kiss to your temple five minutes later, like he couldn't not.

You added another thing to your mental summer checklist, the last one. It was actually summer, soon. Almost June.

5. Spend lots of time with one (1) brooding, shirtless, Finnish blonde that's bad with emotions, or: Iceman.

But how were you going to do that? He had his job and you...actually, travel certainly wasn't a problem for you.

Kimi looked at you funny, as if he'd read your mind. "What are you thinking about?"

"Can I come to work with you?"

He coughed. "Work? Like my job?"

"Formula One."

"We'll have to leave the yacht," he said, almost ruefully. "You can handle that?"

"Fuck the Iceman," you responded, though at heart you loved the boat that'd brought you to him, him to you. "I have my own Iceman right here."

"You're sappy," he noted. And this time he smiled.

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a/n: i've never written for a retired driver so this was fun! i adore kimi lol and hope you liked the banter

mayor que yo | max verstappen x pérez! reader

summary; max doesn’t care that checo’s sister is older than him. he just wants her no matter the age difference.

warnings; age gap but only by like 3-4 years😭 mentions of sex, reader is implied to be mexican ( duhhhh ) a bit of google translated spanish bc im too tired to mentally translate english to spanish

word count; 740

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; this song is so good too

masterlist !

back to old school masterlist.

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Max always cherished the few quiet moments he had in the roaring world of Formula One. He liked having moments of peace in his motorhome between practice sessions and media duties.

This is partially why he was so annoyed when hearing loud and quick Spanish followed by laughter coming from the motorhome of his new teammate.

Max liked Checo. He’s a cool guy. However, at that moment, he did not like him for bringing whoever it was making all the commotion.

He checked the time and sighed, knowing he had to leave the comfort of his motorhome. He grumbled as he put his phone back in his pocket, and opened the door. He didn’t expect to be met with deep brown eyes and a warm smile.

“Oh, Max! This is my baby sister,” Checo quickly introduced his sister to his new teammate who looked confused.

Before he could say anything, he was pulled into a tight hug by his teammate's sister. The warm scent of jasmine filled the air as he nervously hugged her back. “I’m Y/n. It’s so great to finally meet you!” She exclaimed as she pulled back, her accent peeking through from excitement.

Max cleared his throat, ignoring the way his heart began to race. “Yeah- It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ever since that day, Y/n was constantly on Max’s mind. Whenever she attended races to support her brother, the Dutch driver could never keep her eyes off her.

He knew she was older than him but just by a few years. He was used to dating women either his age or a bit younger, never older. But the Mexican intrigued him with the way her brown-lined lips always curled into a warm smile when greeting him or the way her hips swayed under the bright lights of a club after a successful race for Red Bull.

She had him curled around her finger. Everybody knew it, even she did.

If she was hanging out in the garage and wanted water? Max would rush to go and grab her one even if he was about to get in his car. If it's cold and windy outside? She’s immediately wrapped in his jacket. Her feet hurt from walking around in her expensive Jimmy Choos? He’ll carry her around in his arms.

It was no secret Max was fond of the younger Perez even though she was older. The other drivers, especially Lando, often teased him about the Dutch driver finding an older and experienced woman.

“Max found himself an older woman and never wants to be with us anymore!” The McLaren driver teased as he saw Max walking by with a pink smoothie in hand.

“You’re just jealous I found a girl.”

“I just don’t want to! Besides, I could find someone my own age.”

Max rolled his eyes as Charles, Daniel, and even a few other drivers started to make teasing remarks. “Age isn’t important anyways.” The Red Bull driver mumbled, mentally cursing at how his ears began to turn red.

He left the group quickly and huffed as he still heard their teasing when mentioning he had to give the strawberry smoothie to Y/n. Frankly, he couldn’t care about their teasing.

Y/n was older than him, yes. But he liked her, a lot. She was experienced, she knew her stuff. It was something he quickly learned late at night when he had her in his arms.

She traced the red lipstick marks on his neck with a long acrylic nail. There was a comfortable silence surrounding them as she quietly hummed a song.

“Max?” Her soft voice broke the silence.

Max simply hummed in reply. His eyes were closed as his head rested on the silky pillows.

“Does me being older not bother you?”

His eyes immediately opened, revealing the blue eyes she fell in love with. He leaned up and rested against the headboard. “What do you mean? I’ve told you countless times, that I don’t care. It’s only a few years, it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s just,” Y/n huffed. She rested her head against his bare chest as she looked up at him. “People talk, y’know.”

“No me importa.” [i don’t care] The sudden switch to Spanish made her heart warm up. She knew Max had been trying to learn, wanting to connect with her. He leaned down to place a kiss on her plump lips.

“No me importa que seas mayor que yo.” [i don’t care that you’re older than me]

[OSCAR] saudi arabian grand prix 2025 // post race

‘tis the damn season

in which: Oscar’s ex calls him up one afternoon, proposing that they fake their relationship for a week at her parent’s house.

pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

warnings: loosely based on the TS song, use of y/n (once or twice), Oscar is hella whipped, cursing, idk I think that’s all.

wc: 7.3k

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Your thumb hovered over the call button, mentally preparing for the awkward conversation that was about to take place. Your chest rose and fell in deep motions.

Before you could psych yourself out, your finger mashed the call button.

“Oh my god, please don’t pick up. Please don’t pick up. Please don’t pick up. Please don’t p-“ he answered after the second ring. “Hey!” Your voice shook, an embarrassing amount of vulnerability.

“Y/n? Has something happened? You sound… on edge.”

You pulled at the strings of the blanket draped across your lap. “Well, I have a very big favor to ask of you, and of course you can say no. I mean it’s a huge favor—really weird actually,” you laughed awkwardly.

“It can’t be that bad.”

It was tough to swallow the lump in your throat. “My whole family want to spend next week at our cabin, and I…” it was suddenly hard for you to breathe, your heart ten pounds heavier. Oscar remained silent. “Well,” you sighed, “would you be able to come along?”

The silence on the other end was deafening. Not even distant breath. The static filtering through the speakers inflated your anxiety with every passing second.

“Okay.” He gave in with a breath. “Just text me the details.”

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SUNDAY

Living out in Nice, the drive to his Monaco apartment wasn’t unbearably far. You stepped out of the car to help him put his bags in your trunk. You’d decided to take your car because, changes are, it would do better in the mountains than his McLaren.

When you rounded to the back of the car, the trunk was already closed, and soon the sound of your driver’s door shutting reached your ears.

You found Oscar occupying the driver’s seat. “What are you doing?” You raised a brow. Oscar smiled innocently. “have you ever driven when we are together?” It was a question not meant to be answered. You didn’t fight him, knowing it was a losing game. You just rolled your eyes and took up your place in the passenger’s seat.

You and Oscar traveled in near silence, only your music filling the empty air. The atmosphere was light, rid of all the awkwardness you assumed would hang around the both of you. Maybe Oscar was just easy company to keep.

You allowed your thoughts to travel far away from you, to the past to be exact.

You and Oscar didn’t end things messy. Not at all. It was a mutual agreement. In your year and a half together, you didn’t have many spats. Every day spent with together was brimming with endless devotion.

The problem arose when your schedules began to conflict.

With dreams of being a mechanical engineer, a lot of your time was spent on your studies. Oscar knew how dedicated you were, and therefore never pushed you to travel with him. But only seeing him for a few weeks of the year—less than half of them—began to strain your relationship. Mentally, it was draining the both of you.

So to focus on your studies, and for Oscar to focus on his career, you decided to part ways.

That was two months ago, and you’d been no contact ever since. Well, until you asked him to come with you to your parent’s cabin.

You felt a poke on your shoulder, followed by a “hey” and a laugh. You tore your eyes from the window, peering at Oscar with raised brows. “Where’re you at?” He grinned at you, taking glances out of the corner of his eye.

“Hm? Oh. Just thinking.” You shook your head, watching as the buildings transitioned into dead trees as you left Monaco’s limits.

He hummed a response, leaving a gap of silence before asking, “so, why did you want me to come along?”

You sighed, your hands falling to your lap. “You know how they are. They think I can’t keep a guy, and… I don’t know, I was hoping if they’d see you and think you’re still with me then their image of me would change.”

Oscar frowned. Reflexes guiding his movements, he reached out to you, having every intention to place a hand on your thigh or over your own hand. He caught himself before it got that far, placing his hand on the center console instead. The role of comforting you was no longer his part to play.

“It’s stupid, I’m sorry. We should turn around I’ll just-“

“It’s not stupid.” He cut you off. “I think it sucks, and I’ll help you the best I can.” He assured, giving you a soft smile, one you returned. “Thanks, Os.”

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You and Oscar were the last to arrive at the cabin on Sunday night.

He followed in behind you. His eyes widened when he saw the whole family in the living room. Your parents, two sisters, your two aunts on your moms side, and your four cousins. Not to mention all of their significant others and your niece and nephew. In all, it was about sixteen people.

He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “I didn’t realize you meant the whole family.” You shivered as his warm breath hit your skin. Goosebumps spread across your entire body. “It’s as much as a shock to me.” You told him truthfully.

Your mom saw you first, jumping up and running to greet you. “Oh! I’ve missed you.” She greeting, smothering you in a hug. Her strong floral perfume nearly choked you to death. “Missed you too, mom.” You forced yourself away before the noxious scent took you out completely.

Meanwhile, your uncle, Isaac, had kidnapped Oscar, dragging him away with a tight hold around his neck. “Oscar! My boy, good to see you’re still hangin in there.” Uncle Isaac was sure to stare dead in your eyes while saying the last part. The way he laughed at himself made Oscar’s stomach twist. His face remained straight, not a hint of amusement in sight.

“Hey, Uncle Isaac.” Oscar greeted politely.

Little five year old Theo jumped up, running toward Oscar. “Oscar!” He cheered, nearly toppling over from excitement. Oscars ability to move was inhibited when Theo latched around his legs. Isaac let go of Oscar.

“Hey mate!” Oscar greeted with equal enthusiasm, hoisting the kid up into his arms. Oscar held Theo over his head, and Theo spread his arms and legs out. “Mom look! I’m an airplane!” He cheered, making airplane noises. Lia, your sister, nearly had a heart attack when she turned to see what her son was talking about. “Okay, I think that’s enough airplane.” She rushed to Oscar’s side, who let Theo down. “Aww,” Theo pouted, crossing his arms and walking right past his mom, ignoring her.

Oscar felt a tug on his pants. Looking down, he was met with the large doe eyes of Theo’s twin sister, Thalia. She waved shyly under his gaze. He bent down to chat with her closer, pointing out the doll clutched in her hand. “That’s a pretty doll.” He smiled. “What’s her name?”

Thalia swayed herself from side to side. “Lillia.” She muttered. Oscar gasped softly. “That’s a pretty name.”

While Oscar was being bombarded by the children, you’d been dragged to the living room to greet all of your relatives.

“Ah, I see you’ve kept this one longer than a year. That’s a new record.” You uncle Leni laughed, embracing you loosely. You gave a half-assed laugh, though it hurt massively. You thought you could’ve avoided these kinds of comments if Oscar was here with you, but now it seems you’ve dragged him out here for no reason.

You should’ve known better.

“Are you still going for that mechanical engineering degree?” Your aunt Anne asked a bit of a judgy tone. She sat next to her husband Leni while swirling a drink in her hand. You nodded, sitting next to your sister Katie on the floor. “And you’re still aiming for a job with f1?” You gave another nod.

“Are you sure? I mean, isn’t that a bit unrealistic?”

Cocking your head to the side you asked, “what do you mean by that?” Your tone was harsh and accusatory. Anne shrugged. “Well, it isn’t really a place for a woman is it? If you look in any of those garages, it’s mostly men.”

You felt the anger swirling deep in your stomach, brewing a deeper feeling of resentment. You open your mouth to speak when Oscar’s voice joined the conversation from behind you.

“Yeah it is mostly men, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do it.” Oscar shrugged, taking a seat next to you. Close enough to not raise suspicion, but far enough to not be touching. You looked to him with raised brows. “I think she can do it. Last year, she majorly helped the team fix an issue with the car. And that was only in her third year of school.”

Uncle Leni laughed. “Eh, she’s got as good of a chance as any man.” He waved a hand through the air. For a moment, you thought he actually was showing some support. “She’s dating one of the drivers.” He motioned a hand toward Oscar, laughing loudly. Everyone else in the room chuckled.

You stood abruptly. “Excuse me, I need the restroom.” You muttered, trying your best not to run away from the family.

With worried eyes, Oscar watched as you disappeared down the hall. He had never been a violent man, but right now, he really wanted to take your uncle by the collar of his shirt and chuck him over the balcony to send him tumbling down the side of the mountain. Of course, he did not.

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As the family was winding down and preparing for bed, a realization hit you. If it was a physical force, it would’ve knocked you through a wall.

While Oscar helped you straighten up the living room, you leaned closer to him, whispering, “We have to share a bed.” Oscar turned his head over his shoulder to look at you with a raised brow. “What?” He genuinely had not heard you. “We have to share a room. And a bed.”

The color drained from Oscar’s face. “Oh,” he muttered, crossing the living room to create distance between you two.

When the two of you entered the room a little later that night, the air between you became tense and awkward.

“I’ll sleep in the floor.” Oscar proposed, making you shake your head quickly. “I can’t ask that of you. I dragged you out here.”

“I chose to come out here.” He reminded you. Your eyes drifted to the king sized bed. “I think it’ll be fine. We’ll just stay on our own sides.”

You moved a pillow, creating a physical barrier between your two sides of the bed. You faced him, motioning your hands to the quick fix as a way to say, see?

Oscar shrugged. “I guess.”

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MONDAY

The family was off to the slopes the next morning. Oscar and yourself driving Theo and Thalia because your nephew was attached to Oscar, and Thalia was always by her brother’s side.

When you got there, Theo started dragging Oscar toward the small slopes. “I want to race you! I bet I’m faster than you.” Oscar laughed. “I was going to go down the big kid slopes.” Oscar pointed to the much steeper slope. Theo frowned. “But I can’t go to the big kid slopes.” He crossed his arms over his chest. It was hard for Oscar to deny Theo anything, so he looked to you with a question in his eyes. You gave him a small nod.

“Are you coming with us?” Thalia’s small voice asked form next to you, her hands, encased in bright pink gloves, gripping her goggles. You glanced up at Oscar and hummed. “Sure, why not?” You smiled, taking Thalias hand in yours and joining Oscar and Theo as they waited for a lift.

Oscar didn’t seem surprised that you had also wound up stuck with the kiddies. “I can look after the both of them if you want to go with the rest of my family.”

Oscar’s face scrunches up, like that idea inflicted physical pain upon his person. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not a big fan of skiing anyway, so I think the kiddie slopes are the perfect pace for me.” He flashed one of his charming grins at you. You gave a small smile in response.

You flagged down Lia and Dylan, informing them from a distance that you and Oscar were looking over their kids. They seemed overly satisfied that the responsibility was taken away from them.

“I’m scared.” Thalia’s little voice squeaked from next to you. You smiled down at her, a comforting hand on her head. “It’s alright, Thal, I’ll stay with you.” You crouch down in front of her. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and safe. I pinky promise.” You offered your pinky to her. She hesitantly hooked your pinky with hers, splitting your lips into a smile.

Oscar called your name, causing you to look up at him with wide eyes. At the sight of your curious doe-eyed expression, he fought off a smile that tried to surface on his face. Half failing, he ended up with a slanted smile. “The lift.” He explained shortly.

The four of you piled in together. Thalia and Theo in the middle while Oscar and yourself occupied the outsides.

Thalia hung onto your ski pants when you got off. Theo and Oscar took off down the mountain, racing each other just as Theo wished. You could tell Oscar was majorly holding back, though.

“You’ve got it, Thal, you’ve done this before.” You reassured her and she gave you a small nod. You kept your pace slow at first, waiting for Thalia to catch up with every movement so you didn’t stray too far away.

But she eventually gained her confidence, and even tried to be faster than you. You let her fly on the skis ahead of you. It was easier to keep an eye on her that way.

At the bottom of the slope stood Oscar and Theo, waiting for the both of you. “So who won?”

“Me!” Theo tried to jump but his skis weighed him down. You turned to Oscar. “Getting beat by a kid? Shame. Better luck next time.” You teased.

Oscar smiled. “He’s just too good.”

Apparently, you and Oscar had been smiling at each other for too long, because Theo gags. “Yuck! Come on I want to beat you again.” Theo urged, leading the group as he walked back to the lift station.

Oscar was quick to follow, then you and Thalia. Thalia called your name once again. “What’s up, hon?” You replied.

Her eyes were trained on Oscar’s backside. “I think Oscar is pretty.” She confessed. You didn’t laugh, only smiled softly at her. “Really? Would you like me to tell him that?”

She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “No. He’s too old for me.” You chuckled.

Later that night, as you’re around the table eating dinner, sat next to Oscar, she tells him for herself.

She came between your chairs, tapping Oscar’s arm twice. He leaned down at her signal for him to come closer. His brows shot up when she told him. “Really? Well thank you. I think you’re a cutie, Thal.” At that, her face flushed a furious shade of red and scurried back to her seat beside her brother.

“Now she’s going to think you have a crush on her.” You whispered in his ear. A chill ran down his spine at the feeling of your breath contacting his bare skin. He tried his best to ignore how it made him feel.

He grinned. “I’m sure she won’t.”

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TUESDAY

She definitely did.

Now Theo and Thalia were attached to Oscar for completely different reasons.

When Thalia saw Oscar the next morning, the first thing she did was compliment him. “I like your hair.” She said from her spot on the couch. Oscar first glanced at you before looking at her. “I just woke up like this.” He brushed it off, smiling.

But the compliments didn’t stop. When you went out again to ski, she insisted on sitting next to him on the lift, and told him, “your goggles are cool.”

They were plain black goggles.

“You have pretty eyes.” During lunch.

Pointing to his plain maroon colored shirt during dinner and saying, “I like your shirt.”

Wedging between the both of you during movie night and telling Oscar he smelt good.

“I like your toothbrush,” while he was getting ready for bed.

Anything she could compliment him on, she did. And it started to freak you out a bit. “Oscar you’ve gotta tell her you’re just friends.” You advised while fluffing up your pillow. “It’s a harmless crush,” he ran a hand through his hair. “She’ll probably be over it by tomorrow.”

You doubted it. “And what if she isn’t?” You threw your pillow on your side of the bed. Oscar laid on his side, raising a brow at you. “Are you jealous of a five year old?” He teased.

You scoffed, sitting cross legged on your side of the bed. “There’s nothing to be jealous about. For one, she’s a five year old and you’re not a pedophile. And for two, we aren’t even together.”

Oscar shifted uncomfortably at the reminder. “If she isn’t over it by tomorrow, then I’ll make it clear that we’re just friends.” He chuckled, shaking his head. He thought it was a little ridiculous that he had to clarify to a five year old that they were just friends.

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WEDNESDAY

Oscar was proved wrong first thing in the morning, because as you and him came out to eat breakfast, Thalia was sitting in your spot. “I told you.” You muttered before taking Thalias empty chair.

Oscar whispered something to Theo, who moved over to take Oscar’s seat right after. You looked to him with furrowed brows, a silent request for an explanation. “Told him I’d buy him whatever candy he wanted at the markets today if he swapped with me.” You laughed loudly, a hand on Oscar’s shoulder to stabilize yourself as you doubled over. “You’ll come to regret that decision.” You forewarned.

On the way to the markets, Thalia tried to convince you to let her sit up front with Oscar. The whole time while telling her no, you were glaring at Oscar. He held back a smile at your fierce looks.

But she won one over you when you arrived at the markets. She clung onto Oscar’s hand like it was her lifeline. “Your daughter is stealing my boyfriend.” You muttered to Lia. She laughed before calling her daughter over to her. Thalia reluctantly listened, latching onto her mother’s hand instead.

You took the five year old’s place next to Oscar. “I suppose we should hold hands then.” He whispered close to your ear, gesturing to the intwined fingers of your relatives. “You know, to keep up the act.” He reasoned.

Though truly, a part of Oscar just may have just wanted to hold your hand for the sake of just holding your hand. No act about it.

You peered up at him, eyes widened slightly. “Uh- well- if you don’t have a problem with it.” Oscar smiled at the way you stumbled over your words.

You appreciated the warmth his hand provided. The December air was biting at you with every small gust of wind that blew through. At a particularly strong gust, you instinctively hid your face in Oscar’s chest. You muttered quick and quiet apologies when you noticed. But he didn’t mind one bit.

Theo ran up to the both of you, holding a remote controlled race car in his hands. “Oscar! Can you get me this?!”

Oscar chucked, kneeling down to be closer to eye level. He kept his hand in yours. “Buddy, I thought I said candy.” He was gentle with the kid, careful of his feelings. Theo frowned. “You did but… but Oscar this car is so cool.” He gave Oscar big puppy eyes, pouting his lips.

Oscar held back his laugh, taking care when sliding the toy from Theo’s grasp. “Do you want the car over the candy?” He asked. Theo nodded. Oscar smiled and stood. “Car it is then.” He tousled the boys hair, whose pout was now replaced by a big toothy smile.

“Thank you uncle Oscar!” Theo wrapped his arms around Oscar’s legs. An attempt at a hug. Oscar rubbed his back. “‘Course, kid.”

Theo ran off, joining his parents and sister at a vendor not too far from where you stood.

But your mind was suck on the title he’d given Oscar. And apparently Oscar was thinking about it too, because he bumped your shoulder and teased, “I’m an uncle now, hm? That wasn’t in the agreement.”

Head bowed, you chuckled nervously. “Sorry,”

Oscar smirked. “Don’t apologize. I think it’s cute.” His hand squeezed yours.

The both of you continued on, hand in hand, straying farther from the family. You stopped at a jewelry booth, a pendant catching your eye. On closer inspection, a small gasp left your lips. “Oh, Oscar, look how pretty.” You held the pendant in your empty hand. A small, flower-like shaped charm, a pretty pink color.

“It suits you.” He smiled, gaze jumping from the pendant to you and back. “Uhm, excuse me?” You called for the seller, an older woman. “How much for this?”

“Three hundred.”

“Three… hundred?”

The woman nodded. “Yes, it’s sterling silver and real diamond, just dyed that pretty pink color.”

You couldn’t justify spending that price, so you politely said, “ah maybe another time.”

Oscar frowned at the disappointment in your expression. Three hundred seemed like nothing to him, but he understood the burden it was to you.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of little hands on his. When he looked down, he found Thalia trying to pry his hand from yours. You sighed, and gave him an ‘I told you so’ look. “I’m gonna go take Thalia, and discuss this crush with her.” You whispered close to Oscar’s ear before taking the child and walking off.

Once you were no longer in ear shot, he turned back to the woman. “Excuse me, do you take card?”

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That night at dinner, the conversation made a turn for the worse. Uncle Leni had one two many beers and couldn’t shut his mouth, so when he overheard your conversation, he just had to say something.

Oscar brought up your future, making a light hearted joke about you working in his garage next year. “Do you really think I have a chance? I mean, I did all that interning for McLaren last year and Andrea said he would ‘miss me greatly,’ but that doesn’t guarantee me a job anywhere in the paddock, you know?” You gushed. Oscar smiled at the way your eyes sparked when you spoke with such enthusiasm. He opened his mouth to speak, an encouragement and something about the future on the tip of his tongue.

The words were never spoken.

“I’d be careful with her, boy. She might be using you to get with your boss, and then fuck him for a job.” Leni interrupted. The vulgarity of the accusation had Oscar’s stomach twisting with something vile.

Your expression shaped into a mix of anger and disgust. Oscar watched you cautiously, offering a comforting hand to your knee. You stood abruptly just as his hand made contact. “I’d be careful with that alcohol, Uncle Leni. I think you’re one drink away from liver failure.” You shot back, leaving without letting him get another word in.

Oscar bowed his head, “excuse us,” he said to no one in particular, before turning to your parents and thanking them for the dinner. He cleaned up your plate and his and proceeded to follow you down the hall where you disappeared.

Muffled sobs came from the inside of your shared room. He knocked on the door hesitantly, calling your name in a soft question. “Go away,” your voice broke through your sobs.

But Oscar was persistent. He cared. You couldn’t get rid of him that easily. “I’m coming in.” He said, despite your very clear message.

His footsteps were cautious as he ventured into the room. You were lying on your stomach, sprawled out on the bed, face in a pillow. He was careful when he sat beside you, a hand coming up to rub in comforting circles on your back.

“It’s not fair, Osc.” The use of the nickname spiked his heart rate. He did his best to ignore it, putting his feelings aside for yours. “I know,” he hummed.

Your face emerged from the pillows, eyes already puffy and red. “No you don’t. Because you’re a man and they all love you.”

Oscar bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” There was no point in arguing. He knew you were right. “Come here,” he encouraged, arms outstretched and waiting for your arrival. You drug yourself up, into his arms, lying against his chest.

The white shirt quickly became stained with your tears. Oscar didn’t care. He held you close while you cried. “I hate them.” You choked out. “They all think so little of me, have so little faith in me. Like I’m going to be nothing in life.” You clutched onto the white cloth of his t-shirt. “They talk about me like I’m a fucking prostitute.” Oscar ran a hand through your hair, and you snuggled your face closer to his chest.

Oscar tried to think of something comforting to say, but nothing felt quite right. He decided to pull you closer, instead. “I thought with you here they’d stop, but…” you shook your head. “I’m sorry I brought you all the way out here for nothing.”

“No,” Oscar jumped quickly to sooth your worries. “No you didn’t. I’m happy you asked. I’ve had fun here, with you.”

“You don’t mean that,” you tried to push yourself away from him, but Oscar held tighter. “Yes I do. I- on my life,” you struggled against his hold, desperately trying to rid yourself from the restraints that were his arms. “I promise you I meant it.” He urged, muttering the words close to your ear.

You relaxed at that, a palm coming to rest against his chest. Your tears still flowed freely. “And… and I’m so proud of you, too. And I believe in you more than you can even imagine.” He continued, dull nails scratching idly at your scalp.

You weren’t sure if his words were genuine. That didn’t matter. They were words you needed to hear, even if you had not known it until that very moment.

Oscar continued to keep you in his hold. He offered no more attempts to soothe you other than the hand of his that were tangled in the strands of your hair.

The exact timing you’d fallen asleep was unknown to him. He only realized you left consciousness when he stopped feeling your body shake with sobs and when the rhythmic tensing and relaxing of your hand ceased.

Your breathing had become even, too. Which he only took note of after he carefully laid you down in a more comfortable position.

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THURSDAY

You woke up, the clock informing you it was midday. You shot out of bed. The family was meant to go sledding today, and should have left an hour ago.

The floorboards under your feet creaked loudly as you raced to the living room. You froze upon entering. The only person there was Oscar, sat on the couch, only half watching the show on the television.

He turned at the sound of you approaching, and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted, soft and far too intimate for the current dynamic.

“Where is everyone?”

Oscar looked a bit guilty at the question. “Gone. I told them you weren’t feeling well, and we’d be staying here today.”

You nodded, padding over to round the couch. The cushion beside him became occupied by you. “Is that okay?” He asked, head tilted while he searched your eyes for some emotion. You nodded once more. “Didn’t feel up to it anyway.” You confessed. Then after a moment, “Thank you.”

A smile flickered across Oscar’s lips. “No need to thank me.”

You’d spent the day curled up on the couch together, strangely domestic for two people who had no business being so. Only when it was dark outside did Oscar raise any questions. “How long do they plan on being gone?” It was far past dinner time. 9pm to be exact. Oscar and yourself had already ordered and ate food.

Your head, being on his shoulder, tilts up so your eyes could meet. “They’re out at a restaurant, probably.” You shrugged.

Oscar’s eyes drifted to the window, the glittering snow having caught his eye. He had a sudden childish desire to go play in the fluffy white blankets.

So that’s what you did, before your family returned home.

You hid behind a tree with a tightly packed ball of snow held like a delicate jewel in the palm of your hand. The way your heart raced with anticipation sent a rush through you. Your face hurt, not only from the cold but also from the consistent strain of your muscles used to maintain the permanent smile on your face.

The sound of a snowball hitting the other side of the tree made you jump, but the reaction was quickly followed by a laugh. “Come on! I can’t get you if you’re hid behind a tree!” Oscar complained, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Then come get me!” You shouted back. The crunch of snow approaching closed caused you to smile harder. He had no idea what was coming for him.

But then it stopped suddenly. Definitely not close enough to be just on the other side. You peaked around the tree. Oscar stood still, his hands moulding a pile of snow. His brows creased in concentration. So much concentration, that he didn’t even hear the packed snow stress under your feet.

Once close enough, you let the snowball fly from the palm of your hand. It landed right on the side of his face. “Hey!” He laughed.

“That was totally on you. It should not take you that long to make one snow ball.” You teased, nearing closer.

Oscar frowned slightly. “It’s not a snowball,” he twisted his palm to face you. “It’s a heart.”

You stood close to him now. A small extension of your arm, and you’d be touching him. You smiled, soft and small. “It’s cute.” His cheeks were flushed with a light pink. Probably from the cold, you thought.

Careful fingers grabbed ahold of your wrist, twisting it so your palm faced the sky. Silently, Oscar transferred his creation from his palm to your. You chuckled. “Quite the romantic.” You teased once more.

“You more than anyone should know just how romantic I am.” Oscar leaned into the fun banter. You shook your head laughing. “Come on, I want some hot chocolate.” He followed you up the porch and into the house, pausing to wait for you to set his creation on the railing of the deck.

Plain white mugs were all that was in the cabinet, so it’s what you used to hold your hot cocoa. Oscar rummaged in the fridge while you blew into the cup, trying to cool it off. The steam continued to roll off it in heaps.

“Found it!” Oscar cheered, surfacing with a can of whipped cream. “Ah, good idea,” You hummed, holding your mug out to him. The spiral he put on top of your cup was nothing short of perfect.

You hopped up on the kitchen island, while Oscar stood beside you. He laughed at you after you’d taken a sip, his cheeks still colored pink despite the warmer environment inside the cabin.

“You’ve got a little—here, I’ll just get it.” He reached up, fingertips grazing your cheek. His thumb slipped across your upper lip, gathering the whipped cream.

His hand pulled back slightly, a smile on his face while he showed you the reason for his actions. You laughed.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, capturing his thumb between your lips. Oscar went red at the feeling of your tongue swiping against the pad of his thumb while your eyes remained on his. The situation far too sensual.

When your brain finally caught up to you, you jumped back. A hand of yours covered your mouth. “Oh my—I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I mean, obviously I wasn’t but—“ your breath hitched, his hand on your thigh.

“Don’t apologize.” His voice came in hushed whispers. His eyes scattered all around your face, settling for a beat too long on your lips.

The both of you were locked in an intense staring contest, wanting the same thing but too scared to be the one to initiate it.

Oscar’s chest heaved, like the moment was sucking all the oxygen from his lungs. Hesitantly, he reached a hand up to your face. It found its home on your cheek. When you didn’t react, his other hand traveled to your other cheek. Still, you did not move, but he did notice the rate of your breaths had sped up.

He was the one to take the risk. His body found its way between your legs, and he pulled your face down to meet his.

The feeling of his lips against yours was familiar. The feeling that bloomed in your stomach was familiar. The heat between your legs, familiar.

He overrode every one of your senses. Tasted sweet, reminiscent of the cocoa and whipped cream. Smelled of cologne, fresh. Like amber wood, orange, and a hint of vanilla. His hands in your hair and settled at the base of your neck were driving you crazy. His hips rut against the counter, and he released a small groan into your mouth.

The sound of the lock on the door caught your ear. Two hands on his chest, you shoved him away. He stumbled back, but quickly understood when your family funneled through the door. Your face was on fire.

“Feeling better, I see?” Your sister smiled, then her eyes shifted to Oscar. “Nice lip gloss.”

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FRIDAY

The end of the trip was nearing. It was another relax day in the house, though the kids were far from relaxed. Their giggles were a constant echo through the house along with the patter of their feet.

You’d fallen asleep last night with Oscar’s arms around you, his body moulded perfectly to yours. But when you woke up this morning, the boy was no longer offering the warmth of his body heat to you. In fact, he wasn’t in the bed at all, and the sheets beside you were cold to the touch. He hadn’t been there for awhile.

It was the second day in a row you’d fallen asleep in his arms, and he was no longer there when you woke the next morning.

So it seemed he had a knack for fleeing when things got too intimate.

You swung your legs over the bed. The wooden floors under your feet were as cold as the winter air outside. You quickly shielded yourself with a pair of slippers, and the first hoodie you saw.

Just like yesterday, you found him on the couch. He wasn’t watching one of his shows, but bluey. Your brows were furrowed as you approached. Your eyes answered the question in your mind; Theo and Thalia sat on the carpet in front the television. Theo recklessly drove his new remote controlled car while Thalia played with his hot wheels. A content smile colored Oscar’s expression.

You ruffled his hair, muttering out a, “good morning.” Oscar’s greeting died on the tip of his tongue when he turned his head to find you in his hoodie and tight biker shorts. His throat bobbed as he swallowed harshly. “Morning,” he managed.

The dynamic between you two was different now. A conversation was never held after the events of last night, but the air shifted. An unspoken agreement that you crossed the line as friends but neither of you would dare to venture into the dating territory. You were stuck in a sort of limbo between the two, which meant neither of you knew exactly how to act around the other.

“Oscar, you sound like bluey!” Theo laughed, Thalia joining him. Oscar’s face contorted in amusement, brows raised and a broader smile. “You’ve got a good ear.”

When his eyes searched the room to find you, they landed in the kitchen, the fridge wide open.

You pulled out an avocado, an egg, and a bagel from the pantry. You jumped when you turned around to place them on the island. Oscar was standing with his back to the counter, staring at your every move. “stalker,” you laughed, standing beside him. He remained serious. “We should talk.”

Your body froze. “Where’s the rest of the family?” You asked, gaze focused on the countertop. “Downstairs. Playing pool.” He muttered, a quick glance at the twins. “They’ll be fine for a couple minutes.”

Your eyes met his, an unusual pleading look about them. You nodded. “Yeah. We can step outside.” You motioned towards the back deck.

Out on the deck, you waited for him to speak first, a foot playing with the fluffy white snow to avoid his gaze.

“So… last night,” he began. You shut your eyes, preparing mentally for an awkward conversation. He shook his head, restarting his mini speech. “I’ve tried to move on from you for the last couple of months. It hasn’t really worked and I’ve always had an idea as to why, but last night really solidified it.” His hand on your cheek directed your gaze to his. An uncharacteristically bold move.

His eyes searched yours. For what, you were unsure of. But his gaze burrowed into yours, making you feel light in the head and queasy in the stomach. “I still love you.” He spoke with finality, as if the statement would reign true for the remainder of his life. That’s what it felt like to him.

You gasped out a breath, shaking your head. “It’s not good for us. It didn’t work out. It won’t work out.” Your face, still held in his hands; your eyes, cast anywhere but on him.

He stepped closer. You could feel his body heat now. “It could. You’ll be out of school two months after the season starts, and then you can get a job at McLaren with me-“

“And then I’ll become everything Leni thinks I am.” You interrupted, words quiet.

“No you won’t, because you deserve it. You know it. I know it. Who cares if your drunk, deadbeat uncle thinks otherwise?” You breathed out a laugh, glancing at him for only a moment. “But that’s besides the point. It’ll be just two months with me away and you studying. That’s nothing. We’ve managed longer.”

His pleas were followed by silence, a slight frown, furrowed brows. Wandering eyes landed on the heart-shaped snow ball he carefully crafted for you. “I don’t know,” you spoke, almost too quiet for Oscar to hear.

The small swipe of his thumb against your cheek had your defenses crumbling. “The apartment has felt so empty without you.” He recalled how he continued to look for you in every room, even two weeks after you broke up. A hopeless dream that you’d be standing in the kitchen or sleeping in his bed. Of course, you never were. “Please. Just give me a month.”

The nod came slowly, after a long moment of silence; Oscar’s ears strained for even a breath from you. “A month.” You agreed, a silent pray to whatever god would listen that this wasn’t a horrible mistake.

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SATURDAY

Your last day at the cabin was spent back at the slopes, Oscar and yourself finally being able to break from the kiddie slopes and enjoy the more exhilarating ones. He’d tried to race you, and when you won, claimed that he slowed on purpose. His whole being exposed his lies, though.

The family ended the night on the couch, watching a Christmas movie, though Christmas was long past. Unfortunately for you and Oscar, you were demoted to sitting on the floor since you were the youngest of the adults.

Oscar didn’t mind. Not when you sat with your body pressed against his. Legs across his lap and head resting in the curve of his neck. He kept one of your hands encased in both of his. He wasn’t even sure what the movie was about. His eyes were hardly on the screen, opting to study you out of the corner of his eye. He felt incredibly lucky to be able to call you his again.

He only realized the movie ended when you looked up at him, laughing at how his eyes were already on you. “How was the movie?” You asked him, a soft smile. He absorbed every bit of it he could. “Amazing.”

Before you went to bed, Oscar pulled out a small box from his suitcase. Your back was turned, fluffing the pillow. He called your name softly. The curious look you gave him was just another thing he was sure to store in his brain for safe keeping.

“What’s that?” You hummed, interested. You stood in front of him now, the box within reach. He lifted the lid and presented it to you, earning a small gasp. “Oscar… that’s too much I can’t take that.” You shook your head, a hand pushing the box into his chest. “I bought it for you. No returns.” His nervous laugh filled the gap of your response.

A tentative hand of your reached for the pendant, the ridges of it gliding over your fingers. You bit the inside of your cheek, deciding there was no use in turning the gift away. “Will you put it on me?” He smiled. Nodded.

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JUNE

You began working in Oscar’s garage right out of school. Andrea was sure to pick you up before any team even had the opportunity to approach you.

The relationship between you and Oscar was common knowledge within the garage. Your teammates—the other mechanics—treated you no different, other than the occasional teasing about it.

“We agree that if anything is wrong with the car, we blame her, right?” One of the other mechanics joked, gesturing to you. Laughter rang out over the roaring engines.

Of course, once your family got wind of the news, they had something to say. Leni in particular washed up the achievement to be special treatment since you were dating one of their drivers. It didn’t get to you this time, because Oscar reassured you that it was purely based on your skill. His opinion mattered more than your Uncle’s.

Outside of the world of racing, Oscar treated you like an Angel fallen from heaven. Acting like he existed with the sole purpose to service you. It annoyed you at first until you came to the realization that it was out of love. He communicated his love for you through of acts of service. From then on, you cherished it.

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overwhelmed - little bitch: carlos is overwhelmed after testing with williams and piastri sis knows what to say to cheer him up

best friends - mv1: your daughter fears max won't be her best friend anymore when your new baby comes

princess treatment - gr63: george has the gentlemen reputation when it comes to his girlfriend (smau)

pilates - little bitch: oscar and carlos swear doing pilates is no big deal, they're professional athletes after all

neglected friends - op81: oscar and yn get neglected by their best friends so they have to find new ways to cope (smau)

tifosi - cs55: carlos' girlfriend will support him no matter what team he drives for, but her hear will always bleed ferrari red (smau)

good luck - grid posts: wishing the drivers good luck before the first race of the season

first race - little bitch: it's the first race of the season and piastri sis had to be there for her boys

papaya boys - ln4: lando and oscar will be teammates forever (smau)

couple - fc43 x driver: is franco's turn to be a wag, since his girlfriend is the one behind the wheel (smau + written)

father's day - cs55: your daughter never had someone to make father's day cards to, until carlos came along

speech - op81: what happened when oscar showed up at her door in the "i see your face in every crowd" universe

albon pets, part two - aa23: alex doesn't have to fake cat emergencies to see the pretty dog anymore (smau)

interruptions - mv1: max's stream gets interrupted by his little best friend

stupid noises - op81: the new exchange student from europe doesn't understand why melbourne is covered in papaya orange (smau)

mother's day - ln4: lando's wife's first mother's day with their baby

Impulsive - Max Verstappen

@lilypat prompt request #1 & #17 - “I’m going to ask again and you're not going to lie.” & "I can see your nipples."

Summary: Max's girlfriend can be a little impulsive and he tries to deal with it as best he can. But sometimes her impulses aren't all bad.

Word count: will add later

Throbbing. She's throbbing and, for once, it's not in a nice way.

She'd only meant to go shopping and then somehow, obviously beyond her control, she was in a piercing chair with her nipples out ready for a needle to be poked through them.

"Ow." Y/n winces as she walks into the villa that Max has rented out for their weekend trip.

It's only 2 and a half days and she's "mutilated" her body. Or at least that's the choice of words she know her mum would use. But in fairness even shifting her arms is making her boobs move and making a dull pain spread through them again.

"Y/n?" Max calls out appearing in some swimming trunks with a bright smile.

The trip had been his idea and he was really eager for some time alone with y/n and he had intended to go shopping with y/n but inevitable a phone call for work popped up and y/n decided to just go without him and let him focus on the call.

The only problem with that is had Max have been there he would've acted at the voice of reason, he wouldn't have stopped her but he would've probably pulled her away and got her to think a little more about it. He does that a lot knowing his girlfriend's impulsive behaviours tend to be something that she will act on without considering anything till after she's done it and usually he can step in with those pros and cons of a decision so she can decide with all the information she'd really need.

"Want to go down to the beach, go for a swim?"

She's not meant to get the piercings wet, too much risk of infection.

"I'll come down to the beach, but I don't know about a swim." Y/n shrugs with a smile which earns a small nod since Max knows y/n is much more of sunbather than a swimmer when it comes to the beach, but it was worth a try. "You go ahead, I'll change quickly and catch up."

"Ok, don't be long though." Max smiles leaning over and kissing her softly. "Did you get some nice stuff while shopping?"

"Uhh...yeah, I think so." Y/n nods before she swallows thickly watching Max notice her nervous behaviour but he doesn't say anything.

"Go get changed. Go on." Max encourages making her smile before she moves quickly towards the bedroom as he heads out to the back door that leads out to the beach.

Y/n moves herself to the bedroom and finds a bikini to change into, looking down briefly at her swollen nipples that do look particularly tinged red and mad. Not that she can blame them, but it’s definitely not ideal for putting on a bikini.

She braves it tying the strings of the bikini and sighing, it’s not so obvious that she is too worried but equally there’s going to be a moment that Max will notice and question her.

Max is already out in the water when she finally gets down to the beach and plants herself down on the hot sand.

She did manage to grab her camera and snaps some pictures of Max in the water. And he spends a good chunk of time in there before finally stepping up and out the cool water and heading towards his girlfriend who has placed herself down next to the bag he’d brought down, making sure he had towels and a couple bottles of water.

“Why did you do?” Max asks with a sigh that tells her he instantly spotted the piercings protruding through the thin material of her bikini.

“I didn’t do anything.” Y/n mumbles quickly trying to shift and clear her throat.

“I’m going to ask again and you’re not going to lie.” Max declares with warning, not actually upset or annoyed but he wants y/n to admit out loud why she’s done.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Y/n shrugs with an innocent expression.

“Baby, I can see your nipples.” Max sighs making her flash her teeth in a sheepish smile. “Do they not hurt?”

“Really bad. They hurt really bad. But the piercer promised it should be fine by tomorrow.” Y/n states while Max hums giving a glance around the beach to make sure what he does next isn’t within viewing range of anyone.

His hands reach forward lifting the string of her bikini away from her ribs and pushing the flimsy cups from her nipples to expose them.

“Oh baby, they look sore.” Max frowns grimacing as he leans in to inspect them.

There’s some dried crusted blood around the metal but only the most slightest bit. Nothing that raises alarm since it can only be expected that she’d bleed a little bit from this type of piercing.

“I like them…but you’ll have to stay on top of keeping them clean if you want to make sure they don’t get infected.” Max reminds her knowing that y/n never thinks about long term commitments when she acts impulsively.

Thankfully she’s not impulsively decided to adopt an animal or get pregnant but he has a feeling that is the nearing the next step up.

“You’re not mad though?”

“Why would I be mad? It’s your body. Not mine. Even if I probably would’ve stopped you and made you think a little more about it before you did it. But i think once they’re healed I’m going to enjoy making use of them a lot so no complaints from me. Even if I hate knowing you’re in pain at the moment.” Max smiles then placing her bikini back into position so her modesty is recovered before leaning over and kissing her. “I love you. Even if you don’t know how to ever stop acting on impulsive thoughts.”

“I love you too, even if your don’t always approve of my impulsive thoughts being acted on.”

HAPPY BOY AFTER HIS FIRST POLE POSITION

hellooo!! i wondering if you’ve ever seen that trend on tiktok where the guy is like “bitch, what’s for dinner” and the reader would be all innocent & stuff, and at the end he would apologize and tell her to never let him speak to her that way again? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (this would be through text btw lol)

Internet Trends with the Grid

summary: the guys try an internet trend on you

pairing: f! reader x Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, George Russell, Charles Leclerc

warning: language, suggestive themes, allusion to Max’s dad, you are responsible for the content you consume

a/n: I have seen this trend floating around, I did put a little twist on it.

disclaimer: while this is based off a trend, please know that anyone who ever genuinely talks to you like this, especially a romantic partner, you have no obligation to answer to them, you deserve better.

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i see your face in every crowd - op81

summary: the asutralian grand prix is right around the corner and oscar's face is everywhere in melbourne, his ex girlfriend can't help but miss him (he misses her too)

folkie radio: if you know me you know i'm a sucker for an exes to lovers trope, and honestly this one is one of my faves i've ever done. ENJOY AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

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yourinstagram back home for a bit... needed some time to reset & breathe. been writing loads lately - the songs are just pouring out 🌊 feeling more inspired than ever tbh. can't wait to share what i've been working on with u all soon. huge thank u for all the love lately, means more than u know xx

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username1 BABYYYY

username2 i'm happy she's home and surrounded by love

sabrinacarpenter miss ur face already 😭 these songs are about to end lives fr

chappellroan THEYRE NOT READY FOR WHAT'S COMING!!! also pls come back to LA soon i'm dying without u

username3 chappellynbrina is a forever thing

username4 the way melbourne gp is gonna be so awkward next month...

└ username1 why does everyone have to make everything about that 🙄 let them live

└ username2 no fr like can we focus on the music instead

username5 oscar ain't shit anyway, ur so much better without him queen

└ username3 y'all don't even know what happened, stop being toxic

└ username6 they literally both asked for privacy can u respect that maybe

alexandrasaintmleux being home suits u sm! can't wait for the new era

└ username2 once a wag always a wag

username7 THE BREAKUP ALBUM IS COMING AND IM HERE FOR IT

username8 take all the time u need but also pls drop a song soon we're starving 😩

lando yooo text me when you get the chance !

└ username1 THEIR FRIENDSHIP LIVES

└username2 oscar piastri you can't break this one

username9 some of y'all are being so mean for no reason, they were cute together and now they're not, it happens

username10 manifesting a collab with sabrina on this album 🕯️

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oscarpiastri Last few days of prep before heading home for the season opener. Ready 💪

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 we're so taking that wdc this year

lando looking a bit weak mate might need another few months of training

└ oscarpiastri stick to gaming mate

└ carlossainz55 Children, behave 😂

└ username1 THIS INTERACTION

username3 we're so back. man's entering his thirst trap era and we love to see it

└ username1 healing through gym pics, real

username4 the transformation from rookie to absolute unit we love to see it

username5 melbourne's gonna go crazy for him

└ username2 the city will be pretty much covered with his face

username7 the post-breakup glow >>>>>>

username8 bro said watch me get faster AND hotter

username9 yn is stronger than me bc i definitely would've given him another chance

georgerussell63 Looking strong 💪🏼

└ lando but still slower than me

└ oscarpiastri We'll see about that mate

└ username3 WHAT IS LANDO'S PROBLEM

aussiegp Our hometown hero getting ready to give us a show 🇦🇺

username10 YN GET BACK WITH HIM I BEGGG

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definitelynotyn not me stalking his instagram at 2am with a glass of rosé in hand... why he gotta post gym pics looking like THAT 😭 someone take my phone away fr because what if i do something stupid like text him rn???? also why does he have to look so good while training I HATE HIM

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shortandbrina girl DELETE instagram rn i'm not joking!! calling u in 2 mins

└ definitelynotyn too late i already watched his story 3 times help

midwestprincess this is why we don't drink wine alone bestie... coming over with ice cream and we're watching mean girls

└ definitelynotyn pls hurry before i do something stupid like listen to our playlist

livbedumb first rule of breakups: BLOCK THE GYM PROGRESS POSTS!!!! trust me on this one

└ definitelynotyn but what if i just want to check if he's doing okay 🥲

└ gracieeeeee she's lost it completely someone intervene

arithegood not me literally writing a song about this exact situation last week 💀 wine drunk stalking is universal bestie

└ definitelynotyn pls send me the song i just know it'll hurt so good

phoebenotbuffay okay but like... we've all been there 😭 remember when i almost texted #him after he decided to walk around in those short shorts

└ definitelynotyn at least urs wasn't wearing race suits that make his arms look like THAT

whostaylorswiftanyway time to write a song about it bestie x

└ definitelynotyn already got three verses and a bridge done ngl

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f1updates Melbourne is getting ready for the Australian GP! The city is covered in @/oscarpiastri billboards and posters as they prepare to welcome their home hero

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username1 imagine being yn trying to get coffee and boom there's your ex's face on a 50ft billboard 💀

username2 the way you literally can't escape his face anywhere in the cbd this week

username3 the way this gp would've been so different if they were still together... remember last year?

└ username1 they were the cutest in the paddock

└ username2 pls she probably won't even be in melbourne this year

username4 our boy is everywhere and we love to see it!!

username5 the promotional team really said oscar piastri world domination

username6 the billboards are giving everything they need to give tbh

username7 maybe she should drop the breakup album during race week for maximum chaos

└ username1 now that would be iconic behavior

└ username3 the way the charts and the podium would be fighting for his attention

username8 MELBOURNE IS OSCARLAND

username9 imagine not being an oscar fan rn… or worse, being his ex

username10 CAN SOMEBODY THINK OF OUR GIRL YN

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oscarpiastri Seems like there's a few of me around Melbourne at the moment... has anyone noticed? 😅

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username1 OSCAR FUCKING PIASTRI

username2 HE DID NOT

lando bit of an upgrade for the city tbh └ oscarpiastri Better than your face mate

username3 OH HE'S MESSY FOR THIS ONE

└ username1 posting this RIGHT after her story i'm screaming

username4 he chose violence today and i'm here for it

mclaren Our guy's everywhere! Can't wait for the weekend 🧡

└ username2 admin pretending they don't see what's happening here

username5 THE TIMING OF THIS POST??? someone's feeling petty

username6 he really said "oh you can't escape me? let me show you why" 💀

georgerussell63 Just ran into your face in the airport

username7 the way he probably had these pics ready and WAITED

username8 bro saw her story and chose chaos

danielricciardo looking good mate! although i remember when it was my face everywhere 👴 └ oscarpiastri Times change old man

username9 it's giving "oh you miss seeing me? here's more" energy actually

username10 focusing on the important stuff: he looks good in every single billboard

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yourinstagram missing tour life so much today! can't wait to get back on the road and see all your beautiful faces again 💕 thankful for the memories we've made together x

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username1 MY GIRL I MISS HER

username2 the way she posted this exactly after THAT story... we see you

└ username3 damage control era

troyesivan SUPERSTAR 🤩🤩

username4 girl we know what (who) you're really missing

└ username2 not her trying to distract us 😭

username5 we're not fooled bestie but we support you

sabrinacarpenter miss you too angel!! ❤️

└ yourinstagram love you sabs 🥺

username6 NOT THE DAMAGE CONTROL POST

username7 WE NEED A TOUR ASAP

gracieabrams I miss being on the road with you 🥹🥹

username8 EVERYONE TALKIG ABOUT OSCAR HELP

username9 can we talk about how good she looked on tour though??

username10 the way she's probably sitting with sabrina rn planning damage control posts

└ username11 the group chat must be WILD right now

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definitelynotyn well. something just came in the mail and i think i might actually throw up. universe really said "you thought that instagram story wasn't enough embarrassment for one day?"

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shortnbrina GIRL CHECK YOUR TEXTS RN

└ definitelynotyn I'M HAVING A CRISIS

midwestprincess the way i SPRINTED here when you texted

└ definitelynotyn help what do i do

└ midwestprincess BREATHE FIRST

gracieeee wait is that what i think it is? 🏁

└ definitelynotyn 🙃🙃🙃

└ gracieeee OH MY GOD????

livbedumb the timing… someone's been plotting

└ definitelynotyn don't. i can't think about that.

maddiebeer okay but like… are you going?

└ definitelynotyn MADS PLS I'M ALREADY SPIRALING

└ maddiebeer that's not a no 👀

arithegood manifesting a rain delay so you have to stay longer

└ definitelynotyn I HAVEN'T EVEN DECIDED IF I'M GOING

└ arithegood sure jan

phoebenotbuffay imagine if you'd actually posted this on main too

└ definitelynotyn DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT

└ phoebenotbuffay too soon? 😂

dulapeep at least you have time to plan outfits

└ definitelynotyn NOT HELPING

└ dulapeep the green dress. trust me.

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oscarpiastri Close. Bring on tomorrow

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 oscar piastri man of few words

username3 pole position if he was still with yn

mclaren Our home champ 🧡

username4 OKAY CHAT DO WE THINK YN WILL ATTEND THE RACE??

└ username1 maybe focus on racing?? this isn't about his ex

lando sorry about that

└ oscarpiastri Should've just let me keep it

username5 can't help but think about yn in parc fermé for his win tomorrow but they're not together anymore

username6 HES WINNING TOMORROW THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN CHANGE THAT

charles_leclerc An existential crisis later

└ carlossainz55 Let him breathe

└ username1 HUUUH WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT

username7 brb listening to yn's songs about him.. specially lover

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definitelynotyn watching from my couch because apparently i'm the biggest coward in the universe. the pass is literally staring at me from my coffee table. i hate myself.

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shortnbrina GET IN YOUR CAR RIGHT NOW

└ definitelynotyn I CAN'T

└ shortnbrina YES YOU CAN I'M CALLING YOU AN UBER

midwestprincess GIRL THERE'S STILL 40 LAPS YOU CAN LITERALLY MAKE IT

└ definitelynotyn and then what?? walk in mid-race??

└ midwestprincess YES EXACTLY LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER WOULD

livbedumb not you watching his every move on tv when you could be there

└ definitelynotyn this is less scary ok

└ livbedumb is it though??

maddiebeer remember when you said you'd never be that girl who's too scared to face her feelings?

└ definitelynotyn low blow mads

whostaylorswiftanyway THE PASS IS RIGHT THERE GO GET YOUR MAN

└ definitelynotyn STOP YELLING AT ME

└ whostaylorswiftanyway NO

gracieeee remember when you said his note was the sweetest thing ever? remember crying about how much you missed him? but sure stay on your couch

└ definitelynotyn this is emotional manipulation

definitelynotyn FINE YALL WIN. CALLING A CAR RN

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definitelynotyn we did some talking. then we did some kissing. then we did some more talking. then we did some more kissing. might have cried a bit (him too). wearing his sweatshirt again. life's funny sometimes.

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midwestprincess OH GOD FINALLY

gracieeee I'M SOBBING

leclercccccc FINALLY you accepted the follow request

└ definitelynotyn oh my god

└ leclercccccc i helped with the speech you know

└ notoscarpiastri mate.

└ leclercccccc you're welcome btw

landitooooo took you both long enough bloody hell

└ notoscarpiastri says you

└ landitooooo oi what's that supposed to mean

└ shortnbrina no idea really

└ definitelynotyn lando norris and sabrina carpenter... there's stuff you need to explain

arithegood THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN RESTORED

└ definitelynotyn dramatic much

└ arithegood says the girl who showed up mid-race

whostaylorswiftanyway I expect a full debrief tomorrow but I'm happy for you my girl

notoscarpiastri Can we go back to the kissing?

└ definitelynotyn please

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popbuzz YN AND OSCAR PIASTRI SPOTTED TOGETHER IN MELBOURNE

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username1 THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT

└ username2 SHE'S WEARING HIS CLOTHES AGAIN

username3 FROM SPINNING OUT TO BREAKFAST DATES IN 24 HOURS

└ username2 character development at its finest

username4 IM GOING TO CRY THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

username5 Sources say he went to her place last night...

└ username1 and didn't leave 👀

username6 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY REALLY GOT BACK TOGETHER

username7 this is proof that crying over your ex on main actually works

username8 YN IS A WAG AGAIN OMFG

username9 everybody say thank you australia gp billboards with oscar's face

username10 OSCAR LOVE SONGS ARE SO BACK

username11 WE WON SO HARD

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oscarpiastri Home race took some unexpected turns both on and off track. P9 wasn't the result we wanted, but somehow still ended up winning this weekend.

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username1 HE'S SOOOO

username2 LOST THE RACE BUT GOT THE GIRL??

lando mate that's actually smooth

└ oscarpiastri Learned from the best

mclaren We'll take this kind of victory too 🧡

username3 THE THIRD PICTURE IM SOBBING

username4 mans really said forget p9 i got the girl

username5 HE'S SO BOYFRIEND WE'RE SO BACK

nicolepiastri ❤️

username6 OSCAR PIASTRI THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

username7 oscar's guide to get back with your ex with just ten simple steps

sabrinacarpenter FINALLY !!! OUR GIRL CAN STOP MOPING AROUND

└ chappellroan now we need oscar's friend to grow some balls too

└ oscarpiastri @/lando

└ lando well...

└ username1 OMFG LANDO AND SABRINA??

└ username2 WHAT JUST HAPPENED

username8 I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL LIFE

yourinstagram 🥺🥺 i love you

# GB5 — CONSOLATION PRIZE !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ after a tough dnf in melbourne, your boyfriend feels defeated, but you’re determined to lift his spirits

002. WARNINGS !

✯ none, i think.

003. NOTE !

✯ first gabriel fic and i know it’s short but i’m slowly getting back into it so bear with me😁

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Gabriel was quiet. Too quiet.

You watched him from across the hotel room, his back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers that weren’t there. The post-race exhaustion clung to him, but you knew it wasn’t just the physical toll. It was the DNF. The frustration. The helplessness of watching the race unfold without him in it.

With a soft sigh, you made your way to the bed, crawling onto his side and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Hey, meu amor.” Your voice was gentle, testing the waters.

Gabriel hummed in response but didn’t turn to look at you. His fingers toyed with the hem of his hoodie, the same one he’d thrown on after his shower, his race suit long discarded.

“I know that hum,” you said, nudging him slightly. “That’s the ‘I’m stuck in my head and brooding’ hum.”

That earned you a small smile, but it disappeared just as quickly. He finally turned his head, his warm brown eyes meeting yours, and the disappointment there made your heart ache.

“It just sucks,” he admitted, voice low. “All that effort, all the preparation… and I didn’t even get to finish. Just like that, it’s over.”

You shifted, bringing a hand up to his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. “I know, Gabi. I know it hurts.”

He exhaled sharply, shutting his eyes for a moment before leaning into your touch, like he was letting himself find comfort in you.

“You were so good out there,” you murmured. “And yeah, today didn’t go the way we wanted, but you’ll have more races, more chances. This isn’t the end.”

Gabriel let out a bitter chuckle. “Tell that to the championship points.”

“They’ll be fine,” you countered. “You’ll fight back. You always do.”

He sighed again, but this time, it felt like some of the weight on his chest was lifting. You decided it was time for drastic measures, or simply put, your secret weapon.

“Okay,” you declared, sitting up straighter. “We’re going to turn this night around.”

“Oh?” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

You grinned, rolling off the bed and heading towards the minibar. “Step one: snacks. Step two: a bad movie we can make fun of. Step three: endless cuddles, whether you like it or not.”

He huffed out a real laugh at that, and your heart soared. “That sounds suspiciously like a trap to get me to stop thinking about today.”

“Guilty.” You threw him a pack of chocolates, which he caught with ease. “But it’s a good trap. One filled with love and sugar.”

Gabriel shook his head fondly, peeling open the chocolate. “Fine, you win. But if we’re watching a bad movie, I get to pick.”

“Deal.” You plopped back onto the bed beside him, curling up against his side as he grabbed the TV remote to browse for the worst-rated film he could find.

The race and its heartbreak faded into the background as the night went on. Gabriel still had disappointment lingering in his chest, but with you tucked into his arms, laughing at terrible dialogue and stealing pieces of his chocolate, the weight didn’t feel so unbearable.

Maybe the Melbourne Grand Prix hadn’t gone his way, but right now, he had you—and that was a victory in itself.

It’s 00:22 for me, now day 19, my birthday, and none of my friends waited for midnight to congratulate me and now I’m honestly disappointed because I wanted to be cherished (I feel like crying lol)

Hey babes. Could I please request some dad!Max, where he is super protective an he finds out his daughter is at a party and there are a lot of weird guys and he gets pissed. Daughter is like 16 or 17. Thank you

Always his little girl

Max stepped into the house, letting out a deep sigh as he dropped his bag by the door. It had been a long, exhausting race weekend, and all he wanted now was to be home with his family. The comforting warmth of the house instantly eased some of his tension, and when Kelly appeared in the hallway, her smile making his heart flutter like it always did, he felt a bit more at peace.

"Welcome home, love," Kelly murmured before standing on her toes to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Max hummed in satisfaction, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close for a moment before he reluctantly pulled away. "Missed you," he admitted, brushing his nose against hers.

She chuckled. "We missed you too. P's already asleep—she was out like a light after dinner."

Max smiled, feeling his heart swell at the thought of his little girl sleeping peacefully in her bed. But then he frowned slightly, realizing someone was missing. "Where's Yn?"

Kelly hesitated for a second, but then casually said, "She's at a party with some of her friends."

Max's brows instantly furrowed. "A party? At this hour?"

Kelly sighed, already sensing where this was going. "It's a small get-together. Just some of her girlfriends hanging out."

Max narrowed his eyes. "Just girls?"

Kelly pursed her lips. "Well… some of the boys from her class are there too."

Max groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Kelly, you know I don't like the boys from her class. They're all weird."

Kelly crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "They’re teenagers, Max. Yn is a teenager. And she deserves to go out and have fun."

Max shook his head, already feeling an itch under his skin. "I don't like it. We should've said no. She’s sixteen, Kelly. Sixteen! And those boys—"

"Are just boys," Kelly finished for him. "Not criminals. And it's not like she's alone with them. Her friends are there. She knows how to handle herself."

Max still looked unconvinced. "I should go pick her up."

Kelly immediately placed a hand on his chest, stopping him before he could even think about grabbing his keys. "No, Max. One of her friend's moms is driving them all home. She’ll be fine."

Max let out a heavy sigh, clearly frustrated, but he knew arguing with Kelly was pointless. She was always the more reasonable one, the one who knew when to let go a little, while he was… well, Max. Overprotective, easily worried, and completely wrapped around both of his daughters' fingers.

"I don't like it," he muttered.

Kelly smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I know. But you have to let her grow up."

Max grumbled under his breath but didn't push it further. Still, he couldn't fully relax, his body on edge as he sat on the couch, his eyes flicking to the clock every few minutes. Kelly eventually sighed and suggested, "Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll wait for her."

Max shot her an incredulous look. "Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna sleep when my daughter is out with those… those… weird wankers."

Kelly chuckled but wisely chose not to argue. She simply curled up next to him, scrolling through her phone while Max sat stiffly, arms crossed, eyes locked on the time.

It felt like forever, but finally, when the clock struck 1 AM, the sound of the front door unlocking sent Max shooting to his feet.

Yn stepped in, her cheeks slightly flushed from the chilly night air, her long hair slightly messy from dancing. She blinked in surprise at her father standing there, his expression unreadable.

"Uh… hi?" she said hesitantly.

Max was already stepping forward, pulling her into a tight hug before she could react. "You're late," he muttered into her hair.

Yn huffed. "Dad, it's literally one minute past."

"Still late," Max countered, finally pulling back to inspect her. "You're okay? No one bothered you? No weird boys?"

Yn rolled her eyes. "No, Dad. The only weird boy bothering me is you."

Max sighed in relief but still reached for the blanket on the couch and wrapped it around her. "You must be cold. Here, sit down. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Did you drink anything weird?"

Kelly, watching from the couch, covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Yn flopped onto the couch, grinning at her dad’s fussing. "No, Dad. But I did hear some gossip. You wanna hear?"

Max, despite himself, sat beside her, his protective instincts warring with his curiosity. "Fine. Tell me."

Yn smirked, knowing she had him hooked. "Okay, so Emma and Jake totally had a thing going on, but then Jake started flirting with Ava, and Emma was NOT having it. So she threw a drink at him."

Max’s eyes widened. "She threw a drink at him?"

"Yeah! Right in his face! And then Ava was like, ‘Oh my god, Emma, what is your problem?’ and Emma was like, ‘My problem is that he’s a two-timing jerk!’"

Max gasped. "She did not!"

Yn nodded eagerly. "She so did! It was crazy!"

Kelly shook her head, still laughing softly as she got up. "I’ll leave you two gossip queens alone. I’m going to bed."

Max barely acknowledged her, too engrossed in Yn’s dramatic storytelling. "And then what happened?"

Yn continued, animatedly recounting every detail, while Max listened intently, occasionally shaking his head in disapproval or muttering about how all teenage boys were ridiculous. Eventually, though, Yn yawned, and Max instantly stood up. "Okay, time for bed."

Yn groaned. "I can put myself to bed, Dad. I’m sixteen."

Max ignored her, gently pulling her up and guiding her to her room. "Uh-huh, sure you can."

Yn sighed but didn’t protest further as she climbed into bed. Max sat beside her, grabbing her brush and starting to braid her hair, his fingers moving carefully.

"You don’t have to do this," she murmured sleepily.

"I know," Max said softly, securing the braid. "But I want to."

Yn smiled, snuggling under the blanket as Max tucked her in. "Night, Dad."

Max kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, liefje."

As he switched off the light and left the room, he found Kelly leaning against the hallway wall, smiling at him. "You’re such a softie."

Max huffed. "She’s still my little girl."

Kelly chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked to their own bedroom. "I know. And she always will be."

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Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this piece. My requests are open and I'm more than happy to write a new story.

-💙🦋

lando norris // ln4 fic recs

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one shots

we should be best friends too - @writting-stuff-sometimes

“y/n is pietra's best friend, she considers max to be a nice guy, but who she really can't stand is max's best friend, lando. at max's birthday party, pietra asks just one thing, an easy, fun night, but with y/n and lando in the same room, this is almost impossible”

seeing someone - @forzalando

“lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem”

twenty fine - @mywritersmind

“throwing your best friend a birthday party is easy. trying to figure out if he’s joking about kissing you is the hard part. two best friends and a moonlit roof”

2 hands - @no-144444

“your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver”

walk me like a runway - @mywritersmind

“lando doesn’t know anything about runways, especially a certain victorias secret runway that’s breaking the internet. when he gets the invite, it’s certainly a surprise, but with one old and one new friend by his side, he starts to see the appeal of this whole model thing. he likes it for one reason, and that reason is opening the whole show”

one in a million - @goldenroutledge

“lando’s comfort show is revealed to the world and you only love him more for it”

through through the years - @katsu28

“a few glimpses into lando's journey of being in love with his best friend's sister”

lockscreen - @merchelsea

“you're keeping lando and your brother, oscar, company while they sign some things for mclaren when you notice lando's lockscreen”

break my heart and i swear im moving on with your favorite athlete - @mywritersmind

“you weren’t joking when you wrote the lyric ‘break my heart and i swear i'm movin' on with your favorite athlete’. what a perfect opportunity when that same athlete falls right into the palm of your hands with your ex’s burning gaze directed straight at you”

in the spotlight - @dcintys

“lando norris protects his actor girlfriend from an aggressive paparazzi crowd at a red carpet even”

marks on your body - @mywritersmind

“in which it starts with strip poker and ends with questions about a specific hidden tattoo and some secret piercings. or, lando and oscar are both hot for you and let you know it”

best friend - @aleskie-hischier

“this is what it feels like to be in love with your best friend”

through their eyes - @revolutionsingingintherainnn

“lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes”

series

our deal - @sof1shticated

“lando norris x williams driver!reader, friends with benefits (idiots to lovers)”

alls fair in love and war - @mywritersmind

“its the vacation of your dreams! with your best friends, rich men, live music, and flowing drinks, nothing can ruin it. even if a certain formula 1 driver (who seems to have an affinity for annoying you) is there every step of the sandy way”

summers golden haze - @katsu28

“meeting a cute boy on vacation is unexpected. falling in love with that boy is something better than you could’ve dreamed of. the thing is, his life is worlds away from yours, and it complicates things. but you’ll deal with that when the time comes…right?”

a package deal - @motorsportbarbie13

“in which lando befriends a single mom without even realizing it”

lots of love, ellie - @dying-inside-but-its-classy

"how could I ever regret the two of you? you two are the best thing that ever happened to me"

not so happy holidays series - @mywritersmind

“spending christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. with my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, i was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! i was going to get that with max and his girlfriend until lando norris worked his way into the mix”

track walk - @acesofspadess

“you were invited to the miami gp for your track walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...”

smau

slip up - @wcters

“you and lando have been dating for awhile, and although there’s been some speculation, it’s never been confirmed until there’s a slip up from your boyfriend”

when you wish upon a star - @astonmartinii

“he's been begging max to set him up ... and look who has him in the grid secret santa”

three is company - @goldsainz

“carlando hard launch”

how do you spell bueutiful? - @pomegranatesarchive

“what are the odds of two dyslexic people dating?…pretty high apparently”

party time - @norrisainz33

“y/n throws a end of season party party and the grid find out ln and y/n have been keeping a little secret”

that’s so true - @chaostudee

“y/n y/ln and lando norris, their relationship as seen on the internet”

it’s nice to have a friend series - @luvstappen

“lando is one of your closest friends… until he sleeps with you and ghosts you”

in a galaxy far, far away series - @verstarppen

“there is little time between fast cars and spaceships but you make it work; lando norris never paid attention to the stupid sci-fi shows daniel used to watch, until he met you”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

february patreon fics

here's a list of everything that was posted on patreon this month! you can subscribe here

31st - leclerc!sister x harry: the leclercs throw a surprise party for harry

grammys - mv1: max's girlfriend wins the grammy for best rap album (smau)

rock - cl16: charles' girlfriend shows up to the golden globes with a huge rock on her finger (smau)

career day - ln4: lando's kinder garden teacher girlfriend brings him to her class for career day

labryrinth - franco x driver reader: the world finds out franco and red bull's it girl are dating (smau)

snaps - cl16: charles' girlfriend is ferrari's photographer, and she's more excited to photograph lewis than him this season (smau)

valentines - ln4: yn's students make valentines day cards for lando (career day part two)

i love you - gr63: george's girlfriend is scared to day the three big words

blue, part two - mv1: yn and max find their way back to each other (smau)

launch - op81: oscar launches more than just the new mclaren at the f1 live event (smau)

chosen family - cs55: carlos is more than just a stepfather (smau)

controversially young - lh44: he's not that old, he's just dating a hot 23 yeard old (smau)

exposed - aa23: alex and his girlfriend expose their finest pictures on social media (smau)

sleepy - cl16: charles can't keep his eyes open during testing after watching his girlfriend perform live from across the world

enough - ln4: lando's fans are not nice to his girlfriend and he's hand enough (smau)

i think this just sums up landoscar as a whole

february patreon fics

here's a list of everything that was posted on patreon this month! you can subscribe here

31st - leclerc!sister x harry: the leclercs throw a surprise party for harry

grammys - mv1: max's girlfriend wins the grammy for best rap album (smau)

rock - cl16: charles' girlfriend shows up to the golden globes with a huge rock on her finger (smau)

career day - ln4: lando's kinder garden teacher girlfriend brings him to her class for career day

labryrinth - franco x driver reader: the world finds out franco and red bull's it girl are dating (smau)

snaps - cl16: charles' girlfriend is ferrari's photographer, and she's more excited to photograph lewis than him this season (smau)

valentines - ln4: yn's students make valentines day cards for lando (career day part two)

i love you - gr63: george's girlfriend is scared to day the three big words

blue, part two - mv1: yn and max find their way back to each other (smau)

launch - op81: oscar launches more than just the new mclaren at the f1 live event (smau)

chosen family - cs55: carlos is more than just a stepfather (smau)

controversially young - lh44: he's not that old, he's just dating a hot 23 yeard old (smau)

exposed - aa23: alex and his girlfriend expose their finest pictures on social media (smau)

sleepy - cl16: charles can't keep his eyes open during testing after watching his girlfriend perform live from across the world

enough - ln4: lando's fans are not nice to his girlfriend and he's hand enough (smau)

Happy Nation: The Series

“A man will die, but not his ideas.”

Their families have left their marks on Formula 1. Now? It’s the next generation’s turn.

Breaking the Ice: Räikkönen!Reader

Disturbing the Peace: Vettel!Reader

La Regina: Schumacher!Reader

Party Girl: Hunt!Reader

Pequeña: Webber!Reader

Second Heart: Senna!Reader

My Favourite - Fernando Alonso

@sunnytkm23 prompt request #16 - "You're my favourite." "Your favourite what?" "My favourite everything."

Summary: Fernando has fallen in love and he needs her to know that he'd do anything for his favourite person.

Word count: 1k

Fernando had somewhat resided to the idea that relationships and him were not going to work out long term. He'd accepted that.

Then y/n came into his life and she brought a light to his life that he felt completely surrendered to.

"You know I never knew a 40 year old man could be so clingy till I met you." Y/n states making Fernando pause stroking her thigh gently. Her head is tilted back on the pillow but he can see the grin gracing her face.

"Are you complaining?" Fernando questions then turning his head to nip the skin of her thigh with his teeth as she pushes herself up onto her elbows to look at him.

"Never." Y/n smiles then sighing. "We probably should get up though, as much as you have made me want to just pass out and stay in bed. I don't want to miss anything with you out on track."

"No. You never like missing out."

"Fomo is real, Nando." Y/n smiles as he hums and kisses her thigh before getting up from the bed.

"Let's get showered." Fernando nods gesturing for her to join him.

Y/n joins him in the shower but she makes such quick work of it, she gets out before him.

"Where are you going?" Fernando questions still trying to wash shampoo out his hair.

"I have to be quick or you start complaining. Keep up old man." Y/n laughs then walking out the room as Fernando speeds up and when he rushes out the shower, he stops seeing the message in the steam on the mirror left with a lipstick stain kissing mark pressed onto the glass.

She'll probably insist on leaving a tip for the cleaning staff who will have to clean that off the glass. But it's definitely worth it.

"I love you too, amor." Fernando smiles as he walks into the bedroom again where she's sitting on the floor in front of the mirror about to dry her hair but the grin on her face gives away that she's proud of herself for leaving the message how she did.

Fernando does patiently wait before she shuffles forward and he takes a spot in front of her smiling at their reflection as she dries his hair too.

"Alright, you're all dry and fluffy." Y/n smiles kissing the back of his neck as she turns off the dryer and sighs as he leans back making her lean forward and wrap her arms around him from the back, smiling at him as her eyes peek over his shoulder at him through their reflection while he pulls her arms around him more tightly.

The two remain like that for quite a while, just sitting enjoying the peace together for a few moments before Fernando speaks up.

"You're my favourite."

"Your favourite what?" Y/n whispers making him grin.

"My favourite everything." Fernando whispers back watching y/n smile at him.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to compete with that." Y/n states with a slightly overwhelmed feeling over him saying such a thing. "I love you."

"I love you too." Fernando smiles while y/n grins then placing another kiss on his neck.

-

Fernando never lets y/n have any doubts about how proud he is to be dating her, so when they walk in and she's all dressed up.

"Y/n, you look amazing." Alex comments seeing the fellow WAG making y/n grin and move over to the paddock fashion icon doing a spin as she nears the young woman.

"I agree, but she didn't react like that for me." Fernando jokes earning a grin. "I will see you later, let you catch up."

"Ok, I'll see you later. Love you."

"I love you too." Fernando smiles moving over to kiss her quickly before leaving her with Alex.

The drivers tend to get busy and Fernando does feel back when he leaves y/n to entertain herself on a race weekend, so it is nice when there's someone around her for her to actually spend time with. It stops him from worrying that she's bored or wanting to be somewhere else.

Although really that would never be the case, y/n loves watching Fernando in his element whether it's on track or all the more boring strategy and technical side.

"I always feel like I'm stealing you from him." Alex comments as the two of them walk to find somewhere to sit.

"I think he feels like that too." Y/n laughs looking over to Fernando who is still watching her as he walks towards the Aston Martin unit. "Apparently I'm his favourite everything."

"The two of you are so perfect for each other." Alex hums while y/n nods then smiles before she sighs and focuses on the woman in front of her.

"Where's Leo? I thought you were bringing your son with you." Y/n jokes while Alex laughs a little.

"He's spending the day with his dad. They're making some Leo vs Roscoe content." Alex smiles but there's an undertone that Alex believes Leo will be coming out of that competition as the victor and as much as Lewis is competitive, y/n doesn't think Roscoe has the energy to compete effectively against the much younger and wilder dog.

After a couple hours with Alex, the two part to watch their men on track. Her watching from the Ferrari unit so she can watch over Leo while y/n heads to the garages and the moment she's spotted by Fernando, he can't stop himself moving over for a kiss.

"I thought I might have to go out there without seeing you first." Fernando states while y/n smiles shaking her head.

"No. I can't let you go out on track without seeing your favourite everything send you off with a good luck kiss." Y/n smiles while Fernando grins at her then kisses her again.

"Two for extra good luck. I will see you after."

"I'll be watching." Y/n nods then leaning to rest her chin in her hand while Fernando climbs in the car.

bom dia! (social media au) - lh44

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where Lewis decides to spend some time in Brazil during winter break with a special someone.

Pairing: lewis hamilton x brazilian!reader (model used: candice swanepoel)

Warnings: none other than some cursing

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

officialyn

Liked by adrianalima, lewishamilton, josephineskriver and 1,928,367 others.

officialyn: bom dia e boas vibrações.

user: today is a good day because mother decided to return

user: where was she??

user: on a social media break😭

user: IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS

user: are we really going to ignore lewis hamilton liking this post??

user: i'm so glad she's back, but does that mean she's going to be back at the runway also??

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user: i'd never thought i'd see the day my two worlds collided but here we are

user: somebody take lewis' phone away from him

lewishamilton just posted a story!

ofdicialyn

Liked by lewishamilton, victoriassecret, taylor_hill and 1,453,928 others.

officialyn: january archives🫶.

user: LEWIS LIKED THIS POST IN ALMOST UNDER A SECOND I'M CALLING IT THEY ARE DATING

user: sometimes delulu is not the trululu and it is okay bestie

user: they are both in brazil??

user: AND??

user: she's glowing mother is really back

user: i'm afraid she went to the cuntology school of slaying

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lewishamilton: ❤️🇧🇷

officialyn: ❤️🫶

user: WHAT IS HAPPENING

user: IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH??

user: the internet is about to go ham

user: i see what you did there

lewishamilton

Liked by mercedesamgf1, pierregasly, f1 and 2,240,696others.

lewishamilton: Brazil over break 🇧🇷.

user: does this mean you're moving here

user: please say yes

lewishamilton: sim

user: i'm about to lose it they look so amazing together

user: they're not even together in the pictures bro

user: so??

user: it should be criminal for two good looking people like them to be together (please don't sue me i'm joking)

user: more brazil wins in the future?? i guess?

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The mysterious Mrs. Piastri

We are interrupting our regularly scheduled programming for a Valentine's Day Treat. Remember that video where Oscar was asked "Get married or get a tattoo?" Well, it showed up on my FYP and I was like..:WAIT

Summary: 

Oscar Piastri had always been a calm, collected kind of guy. Unshakeable, even. Lando Norris, on the other hand? Not so much.

And today? Today was the day Lando fully lost it.

(divider thanks to @saradika-graphics )

Oscar Piastri had always been a calm, collected kind of guy. Unshakeable, even.

Lando Norris, on the other hand? Not so much.

And today? Today was the day Lando fully lost it.

It had started innocently enough, just another fan stage, just another round of questions.

“Oscar, would you rather get married or get a tattoo?”

Easy. Straightforward. Oscar barely had to think before responding, “Well, I already did one of those things.”

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say.

Because one second later, Lando spat out his drink.

“YOU GOT A TATTOO?!”

Oscar turned, confused. “What? No.”

Lando, looking equal parts betrayed and horrified, pointed an accusing finger. “Mate, I’ve seen you in swim trunks. There’s no way you have a tattoo. Where is it?”

Oscar frowned. “I don’t have a tattoo.”

Lando’s face twisted in confusion. “But you just said—” He stopped. His eyes widened. Oscar could see the moment his brain caught up.

“WAIT. WAIT.” Lando practically jumped out of his seat. “YOU’RE MARRIED?!” Lando looked genuinely stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock. 

Oscar nodded, calm as ever. “Yeah.”

Lando’s reaction was not calm. Lando let out a strangled, guttural noise, kind of sounding like an indignant cat.

“WHAT?!”

The interviewer, who had been mostly observing up until now, leaned forward, eyes shining with the excitement of a woman who had just stumbled upon the biggest scoop of the season. “Okay, hold on. You mean married married? Like, legally?”

Oscar frowned. “Is there another kind?”

Lando’s hands were now on his head, his entire world seemingly crumbling around him. “SINCE WHEN?!”

Oscar shrugged. “A while now.”

The crowd lost it. The interviewer looked like Christmas had come early. The McLaren PR team, wherever they were, was probably having a collective heart attack.

Lando’s jaw dropped. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND.”

Oscar frowned. “You know that," he told Lando pointedly.

“I DO NOT KNOW THAT,” Lando shouted. “WHEN HAVE YOU EVER MENTIONED A GIRLFRIEND—LET ALONE A WIFE?!”

Oh well. Oscar just shrugged. “Well. I do. She’s amazing. 10/10. Would always marry her again.”

Lando let out a hysterical laugh. “Wait, wait, wait. No, no. You’re telling me you have a freaking WIFE?!”

The interviewer seized the moment. “Okay, no, we need details. How long have you been together?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. "Since we were 15."

Lando made a strangled noise. “15?! YOU’VE BEEN WITH HER SINCE YOU WERE 15?!”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah.”

The interviewer looked delighted. “How did you meet?”

Oscar tilted his head. “School?”

Lando groaned and turned to the audience. “Look at this guy. Look at him. Of course he’s been secretly married this whole time. Of course.”

The interviewer pressed on. “When did you get married?”

Oscar shrugged. “When I was 18.”

The entire crowd erupted. Fans were screaming, phones were recording, and McLaren PR was definitely hyperventilating somewhere.

Lando, meanwhile, looked like his whole world had just collapsed in real-time.

“You—you got MARRIED at EIGHTEEN?!” he wheezed. “WHY?!”

Oscar looked at him like he was stupid.  “Because I wanted to? Because I love her?”

The interviewer cooed over the answer. Lando physically recoiled. “What, like straight out of high school?!”

Oscar frowned. “Not straight out of high school. We waited a bit.”

“HOW LONG IS A BIT?!” Lando demanded.

Oscar thought about it. “Like… three weeks after graduation?”

Lando let out a strangled noise. “THAT’S NOT A BIT, OSCAR. THAT’S BASICALLY IMMEDIATELY.”

Lando dramatically fell back in his chair. The interviewer, meanwhile, was nearly vibrating with excitement. “Okay, okay, follow-up question—how did you propose?”

Oscar thought about it. “I asked her to marry me.”

The interviewer stared. “…That’s it?”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah.”

Lando threw his hands in the air. “UNBELIEVABLE.”

The interviewer, trying desperately to salvage something remotely romantic, asked, “Where did you propose?”

Oscar, as if this were a perfectly reasonable answer, said, “Uh. At home?”

The interviewer looked at him. "...At home?"

"On the bed," Oscar added.

Lando looked like he was going to have an aneurysm.

The crowd groaned. The interviewer looked physically pained. Lando just laughed in disbelief. “I knew you’d be the most unromantic bastard alive.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “She said yes.”

Lando wiped imaginary tears from his eyes. “That poor woman.”

The interviewer shook her head in awe. “Oscar, mate, I have to ask—how did you manage to keep this a secret for so long?”

Oscar blinked. “No one asked?”

Lando just screamed.

The interviewer, who had completely abandoned all pretense of professionalism, leaned forward. “Okay, wait, wait, who is she?”

Oscar blinked. “My wife?”

Lando threw up his hands. “YES, OBVIOUSLY, but who is she? What’s her name? Where’s she from? What does she do?”

Oscar's forehead creased. "Is that... relevant?"

The interviewer just about had a stroke. Lando looked like he was going to spontaneously combust.

The fans were losing their freaking minds.

Lando nearly fell out of his chair. “YOU’VE BEEN MARRIED FOR YEARS AND I’VE NEVER MET HER.”

“I mean, I thought it was obvious?”

“OBVIOUS TO WHO?!” Lando yelled. “BECAUSE IT WASN’T OBVIOUS TO ME.”

Oscar just shrugged. 

Lando groaned. “Mate, I DIDN’T KNOW SHE EXISTED!”

Lando looked like he was seconds from grabbing Oscar and shaking him until some kind of information fell out. "Okay, I can't believe I have to ask this, but why the hell didn't you tell me?”

"I thought you knew," Oscar answered simply.

Lando just gaped. "How on earth would I have known?"

Oscar shrugged. The interviewer, meanwhile, was leaning closer, clearly invested in the whole thing now.

Lando, apparently having had enough, decided on a different tactic. Lando pointed at him, eyes narrowing. “You’re not getting away with this. You are going to introduce me to your wife.”

Oscar sighed, clearly knowing a losing battle when he saw one. “Fine,” he said after a moment.

Lando sat back, satisfied. “Good.” Then he paused. “Wait—does anyone else know? Like, do the team know?”

Oscar shrugged. “I think Zak does.”

Lando made a strangled noise. “Why does Zak get to know?!”

Oscar pointed out, “Because he’s my boss?”

The interviewer, clearly having thrown all professionalism out the window, was just enjoying the chaos. Lando looked like he wanted to scream. “But I’m your friend!”

Somewhere in the background, McLaren PR was probably losing their minds, trying to figure out how to handle the fact that Oscar Piastri, their quiet, low-maintenance driver, had accidentally revealed he’d been married since he was 18.

Not Oscar’s problem, though...After he escaped Lando Norris' clutches.

He had a wife to call after all.

Oscar Piastri was a man of routine.

He liked predictability. Consistency. A life largely free of unnecessary chaos.

Which was exactly why, after the complete meltdown that was today’s fan stage, he had retreated to his driver’s room, shut the door, and pulled out his phone. If there was one thing in his life that wasn’t chaotic, it was his wife.

The call rang twice before she picked up.

“Hey, love,” she greeted, her face appearing on screen. She was sitting in their apartment, hair tied up, wearing one of his hoodies. 

Oscar felt himself relax immediately. “Hey.”

She smiled at him. “So, how was your day?”

Oscar sighed. “Lando found out we’re married.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh.” A pause. “He… didn’t know?”

Oscar shook his head. "I thought he did."

She let out a small laugh at that. "How the hell did you think he knew?"

Oscar shrugged. "I dunno. We've been married for, what, five years now? How could he not know?"

Her smile widened. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're about as romantic as a cactus?"

Oscar let out a huff. "I can be romantic."

Before she could respond, there was a loud banging on the door, followed by—

“LET ME IN, PIASTRI!”

Oscar sighed through his nose. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

His wife bit her lip, clearly seconds away from laughing. “Is that…?”

“YOU HAVE EXACTLY THREE SECONDS BEFORE I BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND—”

Oscar hung his head. “Yes.”

She was laughing now, and he couldn’t even bring himself to be mad because it was an adorable sound.

The banging continued. “I CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE. STOP IGNORING ME, OSCAR.”

His wife bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “You should probably let him in before he tries to break the door down.”

Oscar debated not letting him in, but realistically, Lando would either A) find a way in, or B) make this everyone else’s problem.

So, with a long-suffering sigh, he got up and opened the door.

Lando barreled in immediately, eyes wild.

“WHERE IS SHE?!?” he demanded. “I NEED TO SEE HER WITH MY OWN EYES.”

Oscar sighed, holding up the phone. “She’s on FaceTime, you absolute lunatic.”

Lando’s head whipped around, and he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get to the couch. He pushed past Oscar with a huff, then stared, wide-eyed, at the phone.

Lando was silent. For once.

His wife was, bless her soul, doing her best to fight her laughter at the look on Lando’s face. “Hi,” she said. “You must be Lando.”

Lando just continued to gape.

Then, slowly, he pointed an accusatory finger at the screen. “You’re real.”

She laughed. “I hope so.”

Lando turned to Oscar, looking personally betrayed. “SHE’S REAL.”

Oscar sighed. “I know.”

Lando turned back to the phone. “And you married him? At eighteen?!?”

She smiled. “Yep.”

Lando reeled. “WHY?!”

She tilted her head. “Because I love him?”

Lando looked like his entire world had been completely shaken. “You love him,” he repeated, staring incredulously down at her.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Oi, mate, why’s that so hard to believe?”

Lando just groaned in exasperation. “You do not understand how hard it is, being friends with a guy for literal years, and never knowing he had a girlfriend—let alone a WIFE.”

“Mate, I’m pretty sure that says more about you than me,” Oscar told him bluntly.

Lando shot him a glare. “Oh, and you’re what? Mister Emotional Intelligence? You’ve been hiding this for years!”

Oscar shrugged. “Never came up in conversation.”

Lando looked horrified. “Don’t put this on me!”

Oscar shrugged. “You never asked.”

Lando flopped onto the couch, rubbing his face. “Unbelievable.”

His wife stifled a laugh, the corners of her mouth tugging upward as she watched Lando in his current state.

Lando, meanwhile, had moved to the “trying to wrap his head around this situation” portion of his breakdown.

“Okay, no. We’re fixing this. Immediately.”

Oscar sighed. “Lando—”

Lando pointed at the phone. “I need to meet her.”

Oscar sighed. “Fine. Silverstone.”

Lando gasped. “Really?!?”

Oscar deadpanned. “No, I just said it for fun.”

Lando turned back to the phone. “Mrs. Piastri, I will see you at Silverstone.”

She laughed. “Looking forward to it.”

Lando nodded firmly, then turned back to Oscar. “I will be grilling you for details later.”

Oscar sighed. “Of course you will.”

Lando stood dramatically. “Good. Carry on.” And then he walked out like he had just personally fixed the situation.

Oscar turned back to his wife, who was fully laughing.

“I love Lando,” she said. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened.”

Oscar sighed. “I regret everything.”

She smirked. “Love you.”

Oscar huffed. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too.”

And somewhere, in the distance, Lando was plotting.

****

@/oscarpiastri ✅

Posted: 1 day ago

Caption:

So, the internet (and, more importantly, Lando) just found out I’m married.

To be honest, I didn’t think it was a secret. I’ve been married for years. I assumed people knew. Turns out, I was very, very wrong.

Yes, I’m married. Have been for five years this summer.

So, meet my wife—my best friend, my favorite person in the world, and the only one who has somehow put up with me for this long.

We met when we were 15. Two kids at boarding school, thrown together by pure chance. The only open seat in class was next to me, so she took it. I stole a pen from her once—completely by accident—but she still let me borrow her pens after that. Eventually, she started carrying a second one just for me. I told myself that meant something.

She always knew when I was having a bad day, even when I hadn’t said a word. She made school bearable, made exams feel less stressful, made me laugh even when all I wanted to do was complain. Somewhere between stolen lunch breaks and long walks back to the dorms, between late-night study sessions and whispered conversations about the future, I fell in love with her. Quietly, all at once and over time. I knew by the time we were 15—maybe even before then.

She was my best friend first. The person I trusted most. The one who understood the parts of my life that didn’t always make sense to everyone else. By the time I worked up the nerve to tell her how I felt, she just smiled and said, ‘I was wondering when you’d figure that out.’ Like she had known all along.

When I left school to chase this ridiculous dream, she didn’t ask me to stay. She just told me she’d be there, no matter how far I went. And she was. Through every win, every loss, every moment of self-doubt.

So when we turned 18, we didn’t wait. Three weeks after graduation, we walked into a registry office in London, signed a piece of paper, and walked out married. No grand ceremony, no expensive dress. Just us, two rings we picked out in under twenty minutes, and a promise we already knew we’d keep.

We told our families afterward. Some took it better than others.

I know getting married at 18 sounds a little mad. People told us we were too young, that we should wait, that we were being reckless. But why? I had no doubt in my mind then, and I have none now.

She’s still the first person I call after every race, no matter the result. She’s the one who tells me to go to bed when I’m up too late on the sim, who reminds me to eat when I forget, who talks me down when I start overthinking. She’s been with me through everything. Through junior categories to F1, through every high and every low, through the moments I wanted to quit and the ones where I felt like I was on top of the world.

She’s my best friend, my greatest love, the only person who can call me out on my nonsense and get away with it.

So, no, I don’t have a tattoo. But I do have a wife. The person who still looks at me like I’m just that 15-year-old kid stealing a pen and falling in love before he even realizes it’s happening.

I have no idea how I convinced her to marry me, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

10/10, would always marry her again. ❤️

Comments:

@/landonorris: FIVE YEARS??? YOU HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR FIVE YEARS???

↪️ @/oscarpiastri: I assumed you knew. ↪️ @/landonorris: WHEN HAVE YOU EVER MENTIONED HAVING A WIFE???

↪️ @/mrspiastri: He does this thing where he forgets people don’t just know things.

@/danielricciardo: High school sweethearts. Eloped at 18. Best plot twist of the season.

@/mclaren: We have so many questions.↪️ @mrspiastri: Submit them in an organized document, I’ll answer the best ones.

@/f1updates: Today in ‘Oscar Piastri casually drops life-changing information’—he has a whole wife. Lando learned this at the same time as the rest of us.

@/lanoscult: Not Lando finding out with the fans and having a full existential crisis on stage 💀💀💀

@/thef1editz: POV: You just found out your best friend has been MARRIED FOR YEARS and never told you (attached video of Lando’s reaction with dramatic music)

@/wagsf1: WE NEED A FULL BOARDING SCHOOL LOVE STORY IMMEDIATELY.

@/f1tea: No thoughts, just Lando yelling ‘WHO GETS MARRIED AT 18’ like he was personally betrayed.

@/padlockthegrid: We’ve been watching this man for YEARS and never once suspected a wife??

@/georgerussell63: I feel like this is something you announce at a dinner, not in front of an audience.

↪️ @/oscarpiastri: I thought I had mentioned it. ↪️ @/landonorris: YOU DID NOT.

@/charles_leclerc: This is the greatest plot twist in F1 history.

@/fernandoalo_oficial: I respect this level of secrecy.

@/chaoticneutralf1: Oscar Piastri is terrifying. He just DOES things and assumes people KNOW.

@/mclaren: Oscar, any other life-altering facts you’ve forgotten to mention? ↪️ @/oscarpiastri: Not that I can think of. ↪️ @/landonorris: I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT.

@/mrspiastri: 10/10, would marry him again. (Even if he forgets to tell people.) ↪️ @/oscarpiastri: Love you too. ❤️

@/danielricciardo: Oscar, mate, do you have any other shocking secrets? ↪️ @/oscarpiastri: Not really. ↪️ @/landonorris: I AM NOT CONVINCED.

@/chaoticgrid: I will think about this every day for the rest of my life.

@/mrspiastri

Posted: 2h ago

Caption:

"So. Yesterday happened.

Since Oscar apparently forgot that telling people you’re married is something you actually have to do, I’ve spent the last 24 hours watching the internet lose its collective mind. You guys have questions. Lots of them. So, let’s go:

1. Wait… Oscar is MARRIED?!

Yes. Since we were 18. I know, I know. We should have made a big announcement. Or at the very least told his teammate. Oops.

2. When did you get married?!Right after we graduated. We were 18, ran off to London, signed a piece of paper, and then told our families. In hindsight, we probably should have done that last part beforehand, but hey, we were young and in love (and slightly impulsive).

3. Why so young?Because we were sure. It wasn’t impulsive—it was inevitable. People told us we were crazy, that we should wait, that we’d change. But we didn’t. We grew up together, and we only ever grew toward each other. If I had to choose again, I’d do it exactly the same way.

3. How did you two meet?We were 15, stuck at boarding school, and Oscar stole my pen. He swears it was an accident. I maintain that it was the moment he decided to make me fall in love with him.

5. Did you really not tell Lando?I thought he knew! Everyone close to us does! I assumed Oscar had mentioned it at some point, but, well… you all saw what happened. Apparently, Oscar’s ‘private life’ policy extended to his teammate of three years. Which is why we all got to witness his public breakdown in real-time.

5. Does this mean you’re an F1 WAG?Technically? Yes. Do I have the outfit coordination and expensive handbag collection to back it up? No. I do steal Oscar’s team hoodies, so that counts, right?

6. What’s your favorite thing about Oscar?The way he loves—quietly, steadily, with his whole heart. He still waits up for me if I’m out late, still kisses my forehead when he thinks I’m asleep, still tucks handwritten notes into his race gloves like he did back when he was karting. I’ve loved him for so long that I can’t imagine my life any other way.

7. And since Oscar said ‘10/10 would always marry her again,’ what’s your answer? 10/10. No regrets, no hesitation, no doubt. I’d marry him a thousand times over.

Comments: 

@/landonorris: I’M STILL NOT OVER THIS. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: I’m never going to live this down, am I? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. But I love you anyway.

@/danielricciardo: This is the kind of romance novel material I expect from an F1 WAG.

@/mclaren: We demand a Netflix special on this.

@/wagsf1: This is the cutest thing we’ve ever seen. Please post more.

@/f1updates: The way she said ‘10/10’ like it was the easiest question ever 😭💖

@/wagsf1: He still tucks handwritten notes into his race gloves??? I’M GONNA CRY.

@/f1updates: This woman just broke the internet by being casually, devastatingly in love.

@/f1fangirl92: The way this man has been secretly in love since he was FIFTEEN is actually lethal.”

@/fanaccountoscarpiastri: So what I’m getting is that Oscar is out here winning races and marriage. I respect it.

@/paddockinsider: Be so honest. What did people say when they found out you guys eloped? @/mrspiastri: Oh, everyone thought we were insane. Random people who barely knew us were convinced we’d crash and burn. Now we get a lot of, ‘Wow, you guys really made it work.’ ↪️@/oscarpiastri: Wasn’t hard.

@/f1obsessed: Did you guys ever break up? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. Not once. Not even a ‘we were on a break’ situation. We’ve been together since we were 15, which is wild when I think about it.

@/fanofeverything: Why did Oscar keep it a secret??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: It wasn’t a secret so much as… he never felt the need to bring it up? It’s not like he was hiding me in a basement somewhere lol. He just doesn’t talk about personal stuff unless someone asks directly. Which, apparently, no one did.

@/gridgossip: So who knew? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mark. Andrea. Probably Zak? Our families, obviously. And, um. That might be it?

@/paddockinsider: Did Oscar just assume that everyone knew you guys were married? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. 100%. This man did not think to mention it because he thought it was ‘obvious. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: “OBVIOUS TO WHO??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: To him. He just figured if someone asked if he was married, he’d say yes. But since no one did, he saw no need to bring it up. ↪️@/landonorris: HOW IS THAT YOUR LOGIC. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: No one asked. ↪️@/landonorris: I’M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.

@/f1insider: We need more details about Mark Webber finding out. ↪️@/mrspiastri: I swear I saw his soul leave his body. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: OSCAR, EXPLAIN YOURSELF. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: Didn’t seem necessary to tell him at the time ↪️@/landonorris: “HOW IS MARRIAGE NOT NECESSARY INFORMATION???” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mark Webber sat Oscar down like a disappointed dad and was like, ‘Mate. How do you just… forget to mention you’re married? ↪️@/mclarenupdates: “And what did Oscar say??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: “He just shrugged and went, ‘Not really relevant to racing. ↪️@/landonorris: “I NEED TO LIE DOWN.”

@/paddockdrama: People always joke that Oscar is a robot. Does that ever bother him? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really. I once asked him and he just shrugged and went ‘Doesn’t bother me. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone as long as you know how much I love you.’ ↪️@/landonorris: NO BECAUSE WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY WHEN I TOLD HIM I GOT P2 AND HE JUST WENT ‘NICE’??? ↪️@/oscarpiastri: It was nice.

@/paddockgossip: “Did ANY other drivers know???” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar’s Prema teammates figured it out. The rest of the grid? Oblivious. ↪️@/landonorris: How did Oscar never accidentally spill?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He doesn’t overshare. Meanwhile, I am still in awe that he just assumed people knew.

@/foreverf1: Wait, I need to know—who said ‘I love you’ first? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar did. Completely out of nowhere, too. We were 16, lying on the floor doing homework, and he just looked over and went, ‘Oh. I love you.’ Like he just realized it in real time.

@/f1teaqueen: Okay but like… NO COLD FEET?? Not even a little?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. We were 100% sure.

@/wildforwags: Who actually officiated your wedding?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Some very lovely lady at a London registry office. She called us ‘sweethearts’ and I think she knew we were completely insane, but she was very supportive about it.

@/racewifematerial: What did you wear?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: A white sundress I bought the week before. Oscar wore a suit that was slightly too big because he borrowed it last-minute. We looked like two teenagers who ran away from home, which, to be fair… we kinda did.

@/formula1fangirl: Who took the wedding photos? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We handed a disposable camera to two very confused tourists outside the registry office. They did a great job.

@/landoandchaos: Oscar, babe, how did you manage to keep this from your friend for FIVE YEARS? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Listen, Oscar is elite at two things: racing and not offering information unless directly asked.

@/mclarenfanatic: Did he really think Lando knew? ↪️@/mrspiastri: 100%. I asked him and he was like, ‘Well, I didn’t HIDE it?’ And I was like, ‘Oscar. That is not the same thing as telling people.’

@/fastandflawless: Be honest, did you ever have a moment of ‘Oh my god, I married an 18-year-old racing driver, what have I done’?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really? I mean, other people definitely thought we were nuts, but we knew exactly what we were doing. The real crisis moment was a few months later when I realized I’d have to file taxes as a married person.

@/waggossip: “Did Oscar have a big, romantic proposal, or was it just like, ‘Wanna get married?’ ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar woke up one morning, looked at me, and said, ‘We should get married. Logically, it makes sense.’ ↪️@/f1softies: YOU’RE JOKING. ↪️@/mrspiastri: I was like, ‘Okay?’ And he said, ‘Great, I’ll book an appointment.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: So let me get this straight. No knee. No ring. Just ‘We should get married.’ ↪️@/mrspiastri: Correct. ↪️@/f1wifeguys: And you weren’t even a little mad?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nah, I thought it was funny. If he’d done some big, dramatic proposal, I’d have thought he was concussed. ↪️@/mclarenupdates: Please tell me he at least got a ring after that. ↪️@/mrspiastri: He did! We picked one out together. It has both our birthstones.

@/paddocktea: Okay, but does he ever get super romantic out of nowhere?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, absolutely. Once, when I was really stressed out, he just looked at me and said, ‘You don’t have to do everything alone. I’m always going to be here.’ ↪️@/f1wifeguys: STOP THAT’S SO SWEET.

@/paddockinsider: What’s the most uncharacteristically romantic thing he’s ever said? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We were lying in bed once, just scrolling on our phones, and out of nowhere he goes, ‘You know, no matter how my life turned out, I think I would’ve found you in every version of it.’ And then he just went back to reading about Formula 2 tire degradation like he hadn’t just ruined me.

@/backmarkerbrigade: “So, like, what did you do after you got married? Fancy dinner? Celebratory champagne?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: ...Sandwichs at Pret-a-manger

@/gridlove: What’s the most Oscar Piastri way he’s ever told you he loves you? ↪️@/mrspiastri: One time he texted me ‘You’re my favorite human’ completely out of the blue. No context. No follow-up. Just that. It was adorable.

@/pitlaneprincess: Who cried more at the wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Me. Oscar was annoyingly composed. He did squeeze my hand really tight when we said our vows, though.

@/drsforlove: “This man has been giving post-race interviews like ‘Yeah, good race, car felt good’ and then just casually drops a wife like it’s a tire strategy.

@/wildforwags: What’s something you wish you had done for the wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Honestly, nothing. It was chaotic, but it was ours.

@/pitstopqueen: What was your first impression of Oscar? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Honestly? I thought he was too quiet. Then he made some dry, sarcastic comment under his breath in class, and I immediately knew we’d get along.

@/tracksidegossip: How long did you actually plan the wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: A week. And ‘plan’ is a generous term. We just Googled how to get married in London, booked the appointment, and that was that.

@/f1chaos: Oscar, be so honest, did you really think people would just ‘figure it out’ without you ever saying anything?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. Yes, he did.

@/paddockprincess: Wait, so how did Oscar’s family react to you guys getting married so young? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Honestly? They were really supportive. His mum just went, ‘That makes sense,’ and his dad laughed. Oscar’s family has always been the ‘if you’re happy, we’re happy’ type. ↪️@/oscarpiastriupdates: “So no dramatic reactions from the Piastris??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: “The most dramatic reaction was his mum sighing and saying, ‘You two are hopeless.’ But she meant it fondly.”

@/chaosinthepaddock: What about your family? 👀 ↪️@/mrspiastri: Ah. Well. See, they did not get over it in five minutes. ↪️@/f1tea: Omg. HOW mad were they??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Very. Like, ‘multiple angry phone calls’ mad. Like, ‘we refuse to speak to you for years’ mad.” ↪️@/landonorris: Did they actually say you were ruining your life? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, yes. There was a lot of dramatic ‘you’re throwing your future away’ speeches. Which was funny, because my future was literally the same, just with more love and an Australian husband. ↪️@/piastrination: Did Oscar ever try to talk to them about it? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, he tried. But Oscar is Oscar, so he just very calmly said, ‘I love her, we’re married, and that’s not changing.’ Which, surprisingly, did not make them less angry. ↪️@/f1gossip: Have they come around since then? ↪️@/mrspiastri: No.

@/landonorris: Lando’s reaction when he found out vs. your family’s reaction when they found out—who had the bigger meltdown?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, my family by far. Lando was just confused—my relatives were furious.

@/gridgirlgossip: Oscar Piastri, the man who quietly eloped at 18, dealt with family drama, and then just went racing like nothing happened.

@/drsdiva: “This is the wildest reveal in F1 history. Netflix, do your job.”

@/f1softies: “The fact that Oscar has been in wife guy mode for YEARS and we had no idea.”

@/lando4lyf: Lando: ‘YOU GOT A TATTOO?!’ Oscar: ‘No, I’m married.’ Lando: internal system crash

@/piastriupdates: “Lando Norris finding out live on stage that his teammate has been MARRIED FOR FIVE YEARS is the funniest thing to ever happen in F1.

@/f1memesdaily: “Oscar Piastri eloped at 18, never told anyone, and assumed people would figure it out while Lando was out here thinking he was a single man. I respect the commitment to quiet chaos.”

@/danielricciardo: Mate. You were MARRIED this whole time?? I thought you were just too focused on racing to date anyone, and instead you were out here with a whole WIFE???

@/charles_leclerc: You were married at 18? And Oscar thought that was a normal thing to do?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. Yes, he did.

@/alex_albon: Tbh, I respect it. Absolute power move. Eloping at 18, casually keeping it a secret, and then just dropping it on Lando like that?? Unreal. ↪️@/mrspiastri: See? Alex gets it.

@/robertschwartzman: Oh, now everyone suddenly cares. Meanwhile, WE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME. ↪️@/mrspiastri: To be fair, you two were basically forced to know. ↪️@/robertschwartzman: Yeah, because he wouldn’t shut up about you. ‘Oh, I can’t come to dinner, I have to call my wife.’ ‘Oh, I’m flying to London to see my wife.’ Mate, we were 19, and you were out here married like a 40-year-old. ↪️@/mrspiastri: He still does that, btw. ↪️@/robertschwartzman: Not surprised. The man has been whipped since day one.

@/jehannadaruvala: “The funniest part was watching Oscar just assume we all knew. Like we’d be talking about normal 19-year-old things, and he’d casually drop, ‘Yeah, my wife said the same thing.’ ↪️@/mrspiastri: And did any of you ever ask for clarification? ↪️@/jehannadaruvala: Oh, we asked. His response? ‘What about it?’ LIKE SIR. ↪️@/robertschwartzman: “One time, I straight-up said, ‘Mate, do you realize you’re married?’ and he just blinked at me and said, ‘Yeah.’ As if that was a totally normal thing for a teenage racing driver. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Sounds about right. ↪️@/ollicaldwell: “Honestly, we stopped questioning it after a while. He was just so chill about it. ↪️@/arthur_leclerc: Yeah, it was like, ‘Oh, Oscar’s in a committed marriage while we’re all just trying to survive? Cool, cool.’

@/f1softies: Okay but does he ever have romantic moments?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, absolutely. They just happen out of nowhere and leave me emotionally ruined. ↪️@/mclarenupdates: Example, please. ↪️@/mrspiastri: One time, I was having a bad day, and he just looked at me and said, ‘You know, the best part of my life is that I get to love you.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: EXCUSE ME SIR??? ↪️@/landonorris: “WHAT THE HELL.”

@/f1updates: So you eloped… but do you think you’ll ever have a big wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really. Oscar and I don’t love being the center of attention, so a big wedding never appealed to us. ↪️@/landonorris: THEN CAN I HAVE A BIG PARTY ON YOUR BEHALF??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We literally just had a wedding reveal by accident and you want to throw an even bigger event??? ↪️@/landonorris: YES.

@/f1insider: So how did Mark find out?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We didn’t tell him. He found out when Oscar referred to me as his wife in conversation. ↪️@/mrspiastri: We were in a meeting. Mark stopped mid-sentence and went, ‘Your WHAT?’ ↪️@/landonorris: HIS WORLDVIEW SHATTERED. @/mrspiastri: Oscar, completely unbothered, said, ‘Oh. Yeah. We got married a while ago.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: I CAN HEAR MARK WEBBER’S EXASPERATION. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mark didn’t speak for a full minute. Then he sighed, rubbed his temples, and went, ‘Mate. You can’t just drop that into conversation like it’s nothing.’ ↪️@/oscarpiastri: I didn’t see the problem. ↪️@/landonorris: YOU WOULDN’T. ↪️@/f1updates: Does Mark ever bring it up now? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Every single time we see him. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: It’s been years. He should let it go. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Finally he just said, ‘Yeah, I should have figured.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: EXCUSE ME???” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Apparently, Oscar was too relaxed for someone hiding a major life decision. Mark said he’d seen too many drivers try to balance racing and relationships, and he knew Oscar had already locked it down. ‘Kid’s too stable for anything else.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: That’s actually terrifying. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Immediately after he went ‘Alright. Suppose we better make sure this doesn’t derail your career then.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: Classic Webber. ↪️@/mclarenupdates: Did he at least congratulate you? ↪️@mrspiastri: Yes. Eventually. But only after making sure we’d thought it through. ↪️@/f1softies: Did he give you a lecture?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really. More like a ‘If you’re doing this, do it properly’ talk.

@/drsfordays: The fact that her family was furious while Mark Webber just sighed is sending me.

@/oscarpiastri_fanclub: So Mark Webber has known this whole time??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. And I think he’s still mildly offended that Oscar didn’t ask for any advice beforehand.

@/f1updates: Why doesn’t Oscar wear a wedding ring? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He does! He just doesn’t wear it when driving. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: Okay but I have never seen this man wear a ring in my life. ↪️@/mrspiastri: He wears it in the off-season. Also, fun fact: he has a silicone one for training that he keeps losing.

@/f1updates: Oscar is so calm and logical on track. Is he the same at home? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mostly, yeah. But sometimes, out of nowhere, he’ll just say the most devastatingly romantic thing. ↪️@/f1softies: EXAMPLES PLEASE. ↪️@/mrspiastri: One time, I joked, ‘You’re stuck with me forever,’ and he just looked at me, completely serious, and said, ‘That was the goal.’

@/f1updates: Do you ever wish you dated other people before settling down? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: Not even a little? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Why would I? I already found my person.

@/f1updates: Serious question—why don’t you ever go to races?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Anxiety. And I like my privacy. Nobody needs to see my terrified facial expressions. ↪️@/f1memes: You really married a professional racing driver and said no thanks to the circus.” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yep. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: And Oscar’s fine with that??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He knew what he was signing up for.

@/landonorris: So I still haven’t met you because??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Because you are chaos incarnate and I am scared. ↪️@/landonorris: I AM DELIGHTFUL. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar tells me otherwise. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: OSCAR, SAY IT AIN’T SO. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: No comment.

@/mclarenmemes: So you just send him off to work and watch from home like it’s the Super Bowl? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. ↪️@/f1memes: AND HE’S FINE WITH THAT??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He comes home, I feed him, we watch race replays together, and he tells me all the paddock gossip. We have an excellent system. ↪️@/f1updates: Oscar, confirm or deny? ↪️@/oscarpiastri: Confirmed.

@/f1updates: So, will we ever see you at a race? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Maybe. One day. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: OSCAR, MAKE HER COME TO ONE. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: She does whatever she wants. I learned that a long time ago.

Look at them in the background of these (shitty) pictures I took!!! They look so cute it makes me crazy

Lando Norris at the F1 75 Live event

it would make me. very happy. if people sent reqs for my event. please.

hellooo!! i wondering if you’ve ever seen that trend on tiktok where the guy is like “bitch, what’s for dinner” and the reader would be all innocent & stuff, and at the end he would apologize and tell her to never let him speak to her that way again? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (this would be through text btw lol)

Internet Trends with the Grid

summary: the guys try an internet trend on you

pairing: f! reader x Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, George Russell, Charles Leclerc

warning: language, suggestive themes, allusion to Max’s dad, you are responsible for the content you consume

a/n: I have seen this trend floating around, I did put a little twist on it.

disclaimer: while this is based off a trend, please know that anyone who ever genuinely talks to you like this, especially a romantic partner, you have no obligation to answer to them, you deserve better.

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hellooo!! i wondering if you’ve ever seen that trend on tiktok where the guy is like “bitch, what’s for dinner” and the reader would be all innocent & stuff, and at the end he would apologize and tell her to never let him speak to her that way again? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (this would be through text btw lol)

Internet Trends with the Grid

summary: the guys try an internet trend on you

pairing: f! reader x Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, George Russell, Charles Leclerc

warning: language, suggestive themes, allusion to Max’s dad, you are responsible for the content you consume

a/n: I have seen this trend floating around, I did put a little twist on it.

disclaimer: while this is based off a trend, please know that anyone who ever genuinely talks to you like this, especially a romantic partner, you have no obligation to answer to them, you deserve better.

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taglist: @f1updates4you @ifyouaintfirstyourelastt @bernelflo

Thanks to @lillacisbored I found it!!! My queen forever 🙏🏼

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ chivalry isn’t dead! [wag edition!]

hey, it’s not like you wanted these girls to end up in these situations, you just happened to be there!

content warning; again, not much, you’re hella cool here though 🫡.

summary; ferrari reserve driver y/n strikes again with her chivalrous ways but with a lil’ twist! featuring the wags!

here’s part one, lovers!

It all started innocently enough—or so you’d claim if anyone ever asked.

You weren’t out here trying to put the grid to shame or steal anyone’s thunder. But when you saw that the boyfriends of the WAGs couldn’t be bothered to step up, you figured someone had to. And hey, if that someone happened to be you? So be it.

The first incident happened during the Monaco GP.

You were at a post-qualifying dinner, mingling with drivers and their partners. Kika, Pierre girlfriend, was struggling to take a picture of the group because Pierre, like the rest of the boys, was too busy comparing lap times. You noticed her dilemma and quickly stepped in.

“Want me to take it?” you asked, smiling.

“Oh, that’d be amazing, thank you!” Kika handed you her phone, and you crouched to find the best angle.

“Alright, everyone, squeeze in! And Pierre, stop pretending you’re taller than Lando,” you teased, earning laughs all around. After a few shots, Kika peeked over your shoulder and beamed.

“These are perfect! You’re a pro at this.”

“Just call me Ferrari’s unofficial photographer,” you joked, handing her phone back.

—

The second moment was a bit more… dramatic.

You were at Silverstone, where Alexandra,, Charles’ girlfriend, accidentally spilled her drink on her white pants during a VIP meet-and-greet. Charles was off giving interviews, and Alexandra looked mortified, dabbing at the stain with a napkin.

Without a word, you grabbed your Ferrari jacket from your chair and draped it over her waist.

“There. Crisis averted.”

Alexandra looked at you with wide eyes. “You didn’t have to—”

“It’s just a jacket,” you said with a shrug. “Besides, it suits you better.”

The press caught a picture of the moment, and the internet had a field day. #MsStealYourGirl started trending on Twitter, much to Charles’ amusement.

—

Things escalated in Austin.

Carmen, George’s girlfriend, was trying to find her way back to the paddock after wandering into the crowded fan zone. George was on track, and Carmen looked visibly flustered.

You were passing by when you spotted her. “Carmen, you good?”

“I think I got a little lost,” she admitted sheepishly.

Offering your arm, you grinned. “Come on, I’ll walk you back. Can’t have Mercedes losing their queen, can we?”

Fans caught the two of you walking arm-in-arm, laughing as you led her safely to the paddock. George later treated you to dinner.

—

The most talked-about moment, however, was in Abu Dhabi.

During the final afterparty of the season, you found yourself at the bar, chatting with some engineers, when you noticed Rebecca Donaldson trying to navigate the crowded dance floor in towering heels. Carlos was nowhere in sight, probably caught up in Ferrari’s celebrations.

“Careful there,” you said, steadying her when she stumbled slightly.

Rebecca smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Y/N. These shoes aren’t made for this.”

“Let me guess—Carlos picked them out?” you teased, earning a laugh.

“No, this was all me. Bad decision, though.”

“Here, take my seat. I’ll grab another,” you offered, guiding her to your spot at the bar. She gave you a look of pure gratitude.

“You’re too sweet.”

“Just doing my part,” you said with a wink.

—

By the end of the season, the WAGs were singing your praises. You’d become their unofficial knight in shining armor, the one they could count on when their boyfriends were too distracted by racing.

The drivers, meanwhile, took it all in stride—mostly.

“Alright, Y/N, enough with the heroics,” Pierre joked one day. “You’re making us look bad.”

“Maybe step up your game, Gasly,” you shot back with a smirk.

But honestly? You weren’t trying to show anyone up. You were just being you.

And if that meant stealing the hearts of every WAG on the grid? Well, you weren’t complaining.

can y’all tell i tried not to be borderline flirty? lol, you a gentleman, for real 🙂‍↔️✋🏻.

i’ve been in an insane writer’s block for the past few days, i’m rolling in bed like a maniac every other day, lol.

also, god bless women just because, the lily’s are definitely my fav wags (,,>ヮ<,,)!

anyways, pls enjoy!!

also, i have another version of this featuring y’all’s favourite, mr norris (which i contemplate to post at the moment).

Omg guys I saw a post but lost it about a Ferrari reserve driver!reader who is kind of a “gentleman” for the wags, does anybody know the name of the writer and where I could find it?? I was going to start reading but then I went to reply a text and it was gone….

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast : carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

next part

Carlos Sainz and Y/N met on the Queen Elizabeth 2 cruise ship, both on separate journeys and looking for something new. They instantly clicked, like a match made in the stars. Before they knew it, they were madly in love, got married, and had identical twin boys, Matheo and Mattias.

But things weren’t always perfect. After a messy divorce, Y/N took one son, and Carlos took the other. Neither of them told the boys about the other, thinking it would be easier to keep them apart.

And just like that, Matheo grew up with Carlos in Madrid, while Mattia lived with Y/N in London—two worlds, two lives, and no clue that they were brothers.

Our Life

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Genre: established relationship, parents au!, dad Pierre

Warnings: angst, yelling, arguing

Word Count: 1.5K+

Author's Note: I realize this is probably the most I have ever posted here. and this is probably the first time I have two different 'on-going' stories out at the same time. well I had this idea for a while, except it was with Charles and I can't keep posting things with Charles man. but this concept works with Pierre so yeah. I don't think there will be a part two, unless you guys absolutely beg for a part two but there's a happy ending so yeah. also Idk if this is a fear for a lot of people or if im just being irrational, because its definitely a fear for me lol. anyway enjoy reading, pls let me know what you think.

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“If I want my son at the race then he will be at the race,” Pierre spoke loudly as he tried to get his point across to you.  

“Pierre, he’s only 10 months, I don’t think a race track when cars are flying past is the best idea for him,” you matched Pierre’s volume, you couldn’t understand why he just wouldn’t get it.  

“He can wear a headset, just like all the other drivers' kids do, I want my son at the race with me,”  Pierre wouldn’t let it go. 

“No Pierre, I don’t want him there, and I don’t want all the media with pictures of our son, we’ll be…”

“You don’t have to come this weekend, but my son will be there this weekend, nanny can come with him.” 

“Pierre you’re not getting it, I don’t think that's the best environment for our son, right now, maybe when he’s a little older.”  

“y/n what do you think is gonna happen to him?” 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head at this point, “anything could happen to him, I don’t wanna risk it.” 

Pierre sighed, running his hands through his hair, “he’s coming to the race this weekend, he’s my son…” 

“OUR SON,” you shouted at the top of your lungs, cutting Pierre as the tears finally escaped you, “he is our son.” 

The sound of the baby crying coming through the monitor stopped you from continuing on.  You and Pierre both sighed, knowing that you’re shouting at each other is what woke him.  “Let me…” Pierre spoke up first.  

You waved your hand to dismiss him, “I’ll get him.” You quickly exited your shared bedroom with Pierre and made your way to the nursery, wiping away the escaped tears.  Down the hall, before you entered the nursery you took a deep breath, calming your racing heart.  

“Hi boy,” you spoke softly to the crying baby, picking him up.  You held him close to you, afraid that he would be taken away.  You closed your eyes, breathing him in, your perfect son. You cradled him in your arms, rocking him back to sleep.  You watched him sleepily yawn, he had his father’s eyes. Eyes you loved very much.  

“Dear,” Marta called out to you.  Marta was an older woman that Pierre hired as a housekeeper to help around the house.  Marta didn’t have any kids, her husband had died many years ago.  She became a mother to you, since your mother wasn’t anywhere near.  

“Marta,” you sighed, “I’m sorry, did me and Pierre wake you?” Because it’s only Marta by herself, Pierre had her move into the downstairs bedroom, it’s especially helpful when Pierre is away during the season.  

“Don’t worry about me, I can sleep plenty when I’m no longer here,” Marta smiled, taking a seat next to you in the nursery, “what’s bothering you?” 

You shook your head, as you smiled at your little boy in your arms, “Pierre wants to take the boy to Monza this weekend, and I don’t think it’s a good idea.”  

“That’s not it,” Marta said, as she gave you a look.  A look a mother gives when she knows her child is lying. 

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes, “he’s our son.” You whisper into the night, like the words are a sin.  You look up at Marta, meeting her kind eyes, her eyes telling you to continue you on.  “He’s our son,” you speak a little louder, as the tears fall, “he’s not just Pierre’s son, he’s my son too.”  

“I see,” Marta hums, nodding her head, “and? Why does that bother you?” 

“He’s all I have left Marta.” You pulled the baby closer to you.  “He’s all I have.”  You took a deep breath, closing your eyes.  You breathed him in, you burned this moment to your memories.  You treat this as if it’s your last moment with your son.  You opened your eyes looking at Marta, “He’s all I have.  You know, when I got pregnant, it wasn’t planned.  It was an accident, me and Pierre had only been together for just under two years.  But we said we were gonna do this, we were gonna have this kid and raise him together.  Pierre makes more money than me.”  You took another deep breath, trying to gather all your thoughts.  “I had a good job, a place of my own, but there was no way I could raise a child by myself, and I couldn’t expect Pierre to move.  He lives in Milan because it’s best for his career, he was set up already.  I gave up all that I had, so he could be in his son’s life, and maintain his career.”  

“You regret that?” 

“No, no, never, Pierre is so good with him.  He’s such a good father,” you smiled at the thought of Pierre with the boy.  “But I’m so scared Marta.” you felt guilty for even speaking your feelings aloud.  “Everything belongs to Pierre.  I live in Pierre’s house, I drive Pierre’s cars, I fly on Pierre’s dime, I am completely dependent on Pierre.  We’re not married, I own nothing, all I have is this boy, and Pierre has all the power to take him away.”  

“You think…” 

“I know,” you spoke quickly, “I know Pierre wouldn’t just randomly kick me out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fear the possibility.”  You felt the hot strikes of your tears, “If Pierre doesn’t want me anymore, I won’t have anything.  I have no money to my name, I have no job, no place to stay, I have nothing without Pierre.  If he decides he no longer wants me, I have no way to support myself or go back home.” 

“That possibility scares you?” 

“It does, and everytime we argue, he reminds me of that possibility, by saying ‘my son.’  He’s not his son, he’s our son, our child.  Both mine and his, our son, together.” 

“Oh dear,” Marta sighed, as she stood, pulling you close to her standing figure.  

“Is it wrong to be scared?” you asked as you silently sobbed, holding your son closer to you.  

“No dear, it’s not wrong to be scared, it’s the world we live in.”  Marta said, as she held onto you tightly, wishing she could take away your fears.  She wondered where in her lifetime did she go wrong?  Why do the women of today have the same fears as the women of before? 

Little to your knowledge, Pierre had overheard your conversation with Marta.  And he thought how could he be so stupid?  How did he not realize how damaging his words were?  How did he not realize the weight they carried?  How could he allow this to happen?  He mentally slapped himself over and over again for not realizing his mistake.  Our son, the boy, was your’s and Pierre’s son.  

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“Pierre, where are we going?” you asked as you sat in the passenger seat, as Pierre drove.  

“To do something I should’ve done a long time ago,” Pierre said, as he pulled into a parking garage.  

“Isn’t this your lawyers’ law firm?” you asked, as Pierre parked the car.  

“Yes,” Pierre answered, as he made his way around the car to open the door for you.  

“What are we doing here?” 

“You’ll see,” Pierre said, taking your arm, as the two of you walked into the building lobby.  You silently followed after Pierre, as he made through the lobby, up the elevator and to his lawyer’s office. You watched him exchange a few words with the man behind the desk, before the two of you took a seat, opposite of the lawyer.  “I’m sorry these changes are a bit spur of the moment, but it’s something I should have done a long time ago.” 

“Since the house is paid off, it was actually really easy changes,” the lawyer spoke before setting down paperwork before you and Pierre.  “I’ll just need you both to sign on the line, and initially at the tabs.” 

“Pierre what is this?” you asked, picking up the paperwork before.  

“I’m putting your name on the house,” Pierre said, as he signed his set of paperwork.  

“What?” you asked, as you threw the papers back on the desk, as if they were burning your hands.  “Pierre this is a big thing, that’s your house…” 

“Our,” Pierre said, correcting your statement.  The one word had you shutting your mouth.  

“Huh?” 

“Our house,” Pierre said, as he set his paperwork and pen down, “We have a son together, and our son needs a home.  We need a home for our family.  This house can be our home, together.  y/n, I should have done this when you gave up everything for me, for our family together.  I am sorry this is so late, too late, but I want it to be our home together.  This is our life together, none of this mine anymore.”  

You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even if the devil himself appeared before you.   You signed away at the line and initialed at all the tabs.  You were so grateful that Pierre was willing to share his life with you.  “You know, you could’ve just asked me to marry you,” you joked as you and Pierre made your way back to the car.  

“I am, I’m just going to do it right,” Pierre smirked at you, “plus it actually doesn’t cost money to add someone’s name to the deed of a house, when the house is paid off.”

ANYONE AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE

Lewis Hamilton X Engineer!fem!reader

Summary: Lewis and his chief engineer, Y/n, shared a forbidden romance that was cut short to protect their careers. Years later, Y/n stands at the altar, about to marry another man, when Lewis makes a shocking decision: he resigns from Mercedes and does the unthinkable to win back the love of his life.

Words: 8.5K+

Warnings: Anguish, Toto a little annoying, separation, heartbreak (of us readers too), mention of marriage and an extremely special ending

Author: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may be made in writing and spelling. And this is a good idea, I hope it is good writing too, the idea came from an episode of Greys Anatomy.

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The romance between Lewis Hamilton and Y/n began unexpectedly, a slip in Mercedes' strict rules that strictly prohibited any romantic interaction between engineers and drivers.

As Lewis’s chief engineer, Y/n was brilliant, dedicated and played a key role in his performance on the track. However, away from the spotlight and the rigours of the team, they found themselves caught in a bond that was impossible to ignore. Their passion grew between technical meetings and long nights working in the circuit garage.

Each meeting had to be carefully planned. To avoid suspicion, Lewis and Y/n chose isolated locations away from the team.

Weekends at country houses became their private refuge, where they could finally breathe without the weight of secrecy. The first time they spent together in one of these houses was magical: The smell of wood burning in the fireplace, the view of a snow-covered forest through the window, and the two of them, lying on a soft rug, sharing glasses of wine and conversations that went from technical details of the car to dreams they never dared to share with anyone else.

Sometimes, Lewis's apartment in Monaco was the perfect setting for romantic dinners. Y/n would arrive late at night, always making sure no one was following her. Lewis would greet her with a smile and a hug that made all fears disappear. They would cook together, with Y/n always making fun of Lewis's clumsiness in the kitchen, while he tried to impress her with improvised recipes. After dinner, they would share dessert on the couch, while Roscoe slept peacefully next to them, as if he knew he was witnessing true and pure love.

The winter months brought even more intimate moments. Wrapped up in blankets on the couch, they watched old movies, but they rarely paid attention. They were too busy making out, kissing, sharing smiles, and laughing at inside jokes. Lewis loved to see Y/n laugh, especially when she messed with his braids to tease him. It was in those moments that the weight of the rules and the outside world disappeared, and all that mattered was the unshakable connection between them.

Despite the intensity of these moments, the shadow of team rules constantly hung over their relationship. Every message exchanged, every stolen touch in meetings was a risk they were both willing to take, but one that also terrified them.

After all, if they were discovered, they could lose not only their careers, but also the opportunity to be together.

The dilemma was constant, but the love they shared kept them moving forward. They both knew they were playing with fire, but as long as they were together, the risk was worth it.

The Mercedes factory in Brackley exuded professionalism. Glass rooms lined the corridors, offering a clear view of engineers focused on their computers, designing parts and analyzing data.

White lights illuminated the impeccably organized environment, and the sound of keys being pressed and technical conversations echoed through the hallways. It was the heart of the team, where dreams of victory were shaped and adjusted.

Y/n walked down the hallway with firm steps. She was wearing her Mercedes team polo shirt, which perfectly matched her dark tailored pants and low sneakers, which echoed lightly on the tiled floor.

Her hair was tied up in a practical bun, a few loose strands framing her focused face.

Upon reaching the room where Toto, the team leader, had summoned her, Y/n stopped for a moment, adjusted her posture and knocked lightly on the door, which was already ajar.

"Excuse me. Hi, did you call me here?" His voice was calm and professional, but it held a slight curiosity.

Toto, who was standing in the center of the room, nodded in confirmation. He wore his classic, impeccably pressed white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and looked serious, with his arms crossed over his chest.

His expression was impassive, almost intimidating, but it was something Y/n was used to seeing in the most tense meetings.

It was then that Y/n's eyes furrowed, noticing that they weren't alone in the room. Leaning against a steel cabinet next to the glass wall, with his arms crossed and his posture relaxed, was Lewis Hamilton.

He seemed oblivious to the tension in the room, though his eyes were discreetly watching her.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat when she saw him there. She knew it was only natural, after all, Lewis was the team's main driver, and they were probably there to discuss something related to the car.

But even so, his presence always had an effect on her that she couldn't control. Feeling the weight of his gaze for a brief moment, she swallowed hard and focused on Toto, who didn't seem to notice her inner turmoil.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Y/n," Toto said, his deep voice filling the room.

"Sure!" Trying to keep her composure, Y/n nodded and walked into the room.

Toto broke the silence that hung over the room with his firm, serious voice.

"You guys really didn't read the rules, did you?"

The dry and direct tone made Y/n and Lewis look at each other quickly, surprised by the statement. A small nervous smile escaped them both, a reflection of the tension that was beginning to accumulate in the environment.

Lewis even let out a short, almost inaudible laugh, while Y/n bit her lip lightly, looking away.

"It's not funny" Toto added, crossing his arms even tighter against his chest, his rigid posture making it clear he wasn't there to joke around.

The smile on Y/n and Lewis' faces disappeared almost instantly. The silence in the room grew even heavier as the two waited for what Toto would say next.

"I know about your relationship."

Y/n felt the ground disappear beneath her feet for a moment, as Lewis uncrossed his arms, his body assuming a more tense posture.

Neither of them said anything; there was nothing to say.

Toto continued, not giving time for any reaction.

"You both know this is strictly forbidden. It's not just about you. And not about what you do or don't do away from the track. It's about the team, about Mercedes' reputation, about how this could be interpreted if it leaks. Do you understand the risk you're taking and the risk you're putting us all at?" Each word carried a weight that made it clear how serious the situation was. "I'm not here to judge you," Toto continued, sighing as he ran a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. "But this can't go on!!"

Silence reigned for a moment. Y/n wanted to speak, to defend herself, but the words simply wouldn't come out. She felt Lewis's gaze on her, but she didn't have the courage to raise her head.

The only thing I could think was that all the effort to keep their relationship a secret had been in vain, and now, everything was about to fall apart.

Toto remained standing, his stern gaze darting from one to the other, waiting for some answer, but neither of them seemed ready to speak.

"Toto, I know we broke the rules. I know what that means, but... it doesn't change the fact that we're professionals. We've never let our relationship interfere with work." Lewis finally realized.

Toto raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated by the excuse. "Professionals?" he repeated, almost sarcastically. "Lewis, this is Mercedes we're talking about. One of the biggest Formula 1 teams in the world. Do you really think that if this gets out, anyone will care how 'professional' you were? No! What will matter is that two team members broke basic rules.

Y/n felt her face heat up, a mixture of shame and guilt consuming her. She finally found the courage to lift her head, but before she could speak, Toto continued.

"You two are brilliant at what you do. No one can deny that. But this... personal situation? It puts everything at risk. If any journalist or competitor finds out, you know it will be used against us. Against you, Lewis. And against you, Y/n."

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, and the pain in his words hit her hard. Toto was right. She knew it. But hearing the consequences laid out so clearly was like a punch to the gut.

"Toto..." Y/n began, her voice wavering. "I never meant to put the team at risk. We were careful, I swear. But..." She hesitated, her voice trailing off as she looked at Lewis, who was staring at her with an expression that seemed to say he would support her no matter what.

"But?" Toto pressed, his piercing eyes fixed on her.

"But it's not something we can avoid." The words came out almost as a whisper, and she felt a wave of emotion threaten to wash over her.

Toto held up a hand, signaling that he didn't want to hear any more excuses. "This can't go on," he said, his voice firm. "Either you finish whatever you have, or I'll have to fire one of you."

The words fell like lightning in the room.

Y/n's heart seemed to stop for a moment, as her mind struggled to process Toto's ultimatum. Her eyes widened slightly, and she felt a lump form in her throat. Lewis, who had maintained a serious posture, clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his jaw tense, betraying the pent-up anger.

They both knew how much their jobs meant to them.

For Y/n, being chief engineer at Mercedes was the result of years of dedication, sleepless nights, and the sacrifice of personal moments. It was his passion, what gave meaning to his career.

For Lewis, Mercedes was his home, the place where he built his glory, and every race was more than a competition. It was a legacy.

The weight of Toto's threat was almost unbearable. He knew exactly where to hit so they would understand the gravity of the situation.

"I don't want it to come to that. You're both brilliant at what you do, and the team needs you. But you have to sort it out. Now."

He looked at both of them once more, as if expecting them to say something, but silence remained. Then, Toto sighed deeply and took a step towards the glass door.

"Think carefully about what you're going to do. Because I'm not going to give you another chance." With that, he opened the door and left, leaving a heavy void in the room.

As soon as the door closed, Y/n let out a sob she had been holding in, the tears finally spilling over. She brought her hands to her face, trying to muffle the sound as her body shook.

"Y/n..." Lewis immediately approached, his voice soft but filled with concern.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and the simple touch made Y/n fall apart even more. Lewis quickly pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as she cried against his chest. He stroked her back in slow motions, trying to comfort her, but his own heart was in pieces.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered, though even he didn't know how they could fix this. "We'll figure it out, I promise."

Y/n just shook her head against him, tears wetting the fabric of Lewis's shirt.

She pulled away from Lewis's embrace slightly, but before she could say anything, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that were still falling.

"Lew..." She began, her voice low and shaky. "Toto's right."

Lewis froze. The weight of those words seemed to pull him to the ground. He looked deep into Y/n's eyes, sadness and disbelief written all over his face.

"No..." Hamilton whispered, barely audible, but Y/n continued.

"I don't want either of us to leave Mercedes. This job... it's our passion. It's what we love to do." Her voice wavered, but she kept her gaze steady on his, even as tears filled her eyes. "But I don't want to break up with you either, Lewis. It's too painful..." Her voice broke, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep calm. "But I think we need to look after our reputations, the team. We can't risk all that."

Lewis took a deep breath, feeling his chest tighten as if something was being ripped out of him. He knew she was right. He had known it since the moment Toto confronted them. But accepting it was another matter.

"What do you think?" Y/n asked, her voice a whisper.

Lewis looked away for a moment, his hands still holding her face. He wanted to scream, to fight the entire world if he had to, but he also knew there was no choice.

"I'd do anything for you, Y/n," he replied, his voice husky. "As long as you're okay... If you think that's what's best, then... we'll break up." The words felt surreal as they left his mouth, and he hated every single one of them.

Y/n let out a sob as she heard his confirmation. She nodded slowly, tears falling harder now.

"I just want you to be okay too" she murmured as he slowly released her face.

Lewis swallowed hard, the sight of her so vulnerable before him breaking his heart into pieces.

"I'll stay..." He said, though tears began to stream down his cheeks. "I promise!"

Slowly, she turned towards the door, each step feeling more difficult than the last.

"Y/n..." Lewis called, his voice low but thick with emotion.

She stopped, turning just enough to look at him over her shoulder.

"Be okay, okay?" He asked, his voice breaking at the end. "I'll have your things sent to my house by the end of the week...if that's okay."

Y/n nodded again, forcing a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Thank you... for everything. Really."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Lewis alone, tears streaming freely as he stared at the door she had just walked through.

The silence that was left behind was deafening, and he knew that the pain would stay with him for a long time.

•••••••••••••••••••••

After leaving the classroom that day, Y/n ran into Toto in the hallway. She stopped in front of him, took a deep breath, and told him that she and Lewis were over. Toto just nodded, his face expressionless as he thanked her briefly. There was no comfort or kind words, just the coldness of someone who knew she had made a difficult but necessary decision.

After the breakup, both Y/n and Lewis faced a period of adaptation. The work, previously full of complicity and discreet laughter, became tense and uncomfortable.

They both avoided direct contact whenever possible, and when it was unavoidable, their interactions were brief and professional. The air between them always felt charged, as if something unsaid lingered there, but over time, that tension began to ease.

The days turned into weeks, and eventually, they found a balance, albeit distant, to keep the professional dynamic intact.

Months passed, and Y/n slowly began to rebuild her personal life.

Eventually, she met Andrew, a passionate chef with a warm personality and a smile that seemed to light up any room. He was completely different to Lewis: more laid-back, with a career away from the pressure and glitz of F1 racing. Most importantly, physically he was nothing like the driver. He was blond, blue-eyed and taller.

He treated her with affection and dedication, always paying attention to the little things that made her smile. It was clear that Andrew loved her deeply, but he was not Lewis.

Lewis watched from afar. He saw Andrew accompanying Y/n to the races, always by her side, showing support and affection. In everyone's eyes, they seemed like a perfect couple, but Hamilton knew something was missing.

Even after months since the breakup, he still missed Y/n, and seeing her apparent happiness with Andrew was like a knife to his heart. He knew he had no right to feel this way anymore, but that didn't make the pain any easier to bear.

Y/n liked Andrew. But he didn't love him like he loved Lewis.

Deep down, she knew he was just an attempt to fill the void Lewis had left. Even in the happiest moments, she found herself thinking about what it was like to be with Lewis, the connection they had, and the feelings that never quite went away.

About a year after the breakup, rumors started circulating around the team that Y/n was engaged to Andrew.

When Lewis first heard it, he dismissed it as gossip, but confirmation came abruptly.

He was in the garage when he saw Carmen, George's girlfriend, approach Y/n with a wide smile, holding her hands and congratulating her.

"The ring is beautiful, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" Carmen's words were full of enthusiasm, but to Lewis, they were an unexpected blow.

His eyes immediately sought out Y/n, who smiled at Carmen in thanks. She raised her hand, and the glint of the ring on her finger was unmistakable.

Y/n and Carmen have always had a close relationship. Ever since Carmen started accompanying George to races, Y/n was one of the first to take her under her wing, helping her feel at ease in a predominantly male environment. This friendship grew stronger over the years, making Carmen one of the few people Y/n could vent to and fully trust.

After that scene, Lewis excused himself from the staff, saying he had to make an important call. And as soon as he got to his driver's room, he cried. He cried a lot, called his mother and vented.

After hanging up the call with his mother, Lewis remained seated, staring into space. The pain he felt seemed to overflow as he unlocked his phone and began to review the photos he had of Y/n.

They were happy moments: shared smiles, knowing looks, the reflection of a love that, for him, was still so present.

He slid his fingers over the screen, but his vision began to blur as tears fell, one after another.

He quickly tried to dry them when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he found Russell. He was there to call Lewis to a meeting, but seeing him in that state, George didn't need any explanation and with a simple and spontaneous gesture, he hugged Lewis.

And for the first time, Lewis allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of a friend, without having to say a word.

Months passed, and Y/n immersed herself in preparations for the engagement party.

It was an event that was supposed to be filled with loved ones, and she made sure to invite almost all of her teammates. Andrew, her fiancé, encouraged her to include Lewis, since He was an important part of her team and her routine. What Andrew didn't know was that Lewis had been much more than that to her.

An invitation to an engagement party arrived in the mail, and when he received it, Lewis stood motionless, staring at the envelope. He opened it carefully, his eyes scanning the printed words. He read and reread the invitation several times, the weight of the situation hitting him hard.

In the end, he decided not to attend. He sent a short message to Y/n, apologizing and saying that he would be spending the weekend of the party at his mother's house.

It was a lie, of course. He just couldn't bear to see her so close to someone else.

As she planned the details of the wedding, Y/n couldn’t get Lewis out of her head. Every decision she made seemed inevitably linked to him. The flowers they chose, the soundtrack for the ceremony, even the location of the reception, everything seemed to echo the conversations they had late at night, when they talked about what their perfect wedding would be like.

One afternoon, Y/n invited Carmem to help her choose her wedding dress. They visited several stores, and the engineer tried on several models, but none of them seemed right.

"You look stunning in this" Carmen said excitedly.

"I don't know... I guess it's not exactly what I want," Y/n replied, discouraged, always finding a flaw.

"Y/n, you look amazing in all of them! What's the problem?"

Y/n shrugged, but inside she knew the reason. None of those dresses felt right because none of them were like the one she had described to Lewis years ago.

After hours of searching, Y/n was about to give up, but something caught her eye. She stopped abruptly in front of a display window. And there it was: The perfect dress. The dress she had described to Lewis. Every detail was exactly what she had dreamed of.

Carmem, who was walking a little ahead, noticed that Y/n was no longer by her side. Turning around, she saw her friend standing there, her eyes teary.

"That's it" Y/n said, her voice breaking.

Without questioning, Carmem held her hand and pulled her into the store. Y/n put on the dress and, upon leaving the fitting room, she saw Carmem and the attendant smiling from ear to ear.

"It's perfect! It feels like it was made for you."

Y/n stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears sliding softly down her face. "It was made for me," she murmured, her chest tightening.

Because, deep down, she knew that that dress symbolized much more than her wedding day: It was a reminder of the love she could never forget.

One month until the wedding.

Y/n was sitting at her desk at Mercedes HQ, her fingers tightly wrapped around the invitation she was supposed to give to Lewis.

The sheet of paper gleamed elegantly in the office light, with the names 'Y/n and Andrew' engraved in gold letters. It looked perfect, but at the same time, wrong. She read and reread the words over and over, hoping they would magically change to 'Y/n and Lewis'.

The invitation weighed heavily on her hands like a cruel reminder of what could not be. For a moment, memories of a past filled with laughter, touches, and stolen glances flooded back. But a sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in!" She said, quickly putting the invitation away in one of the desk drawers.

One of the younger engineers appeared, carrying a clipboard covered in graphs and technical reports. “Sorry to bother you, boss, but we need to review the suspension parameters for the next stage. There’s something odd about the telemetry data, and we’d like your feedback.”

Y/n smiled despite the turmoil in her chest. "Sure, I can take a look. It's probably some calibration-related error. I can check in the chart room."

The young man nodded, thanking her with a shy nod. "Okay, we'll wait for you." He said, and then began to close the door, but Y/n interrupted.

"Do you know where Hamilton is?"

He looks up, thinking for a moment. "That's the last time he and George were in the break room. He should still be there."

Y/n nods and mumbles a quick thank you, making the boy smile gently and close the door to her office.

As soon as he left, Y/n opened the drawer again.

She had a battle. While it felt wrong to call the love of her life to watch her marry someone else, her brain was telling her that delivering the invitation was just another way to be kind and professional and not rude to his feelings.

The hope that Lewis could react, that he could stop her, even if it was madness, took hold of her.

Y/n stood up and walked with determined steps to where he would probably be, holding the envelope tightly in her hand. Each step felt like a challenge, her head telling her to forget the idea, while her heart whispered to continue.

When he reached the hallway that led to the living room, he saw Lewis from afar, leaning against the wall and laughing at something George had just said. The sound of his laughter brought out a wave of emotions, and Yin stopped for a moment, gathering the courage to call out to him.

But before she could take the next step, Carmen appeared beside her, smiling radiantly.

"Y/n!" Carmen called, not noticing her friend's slight startle. "George and I received the invitation last week! Everything is so beautiful, the design is perfect, and I loved the sweet message. I was so excited to be your godmother!"

Y/n smiled, feeling relieved. "I'm glad you liked it," she replied, while discreetly tucking the invitation into her coat pocket.

"It's really beautiful, you know? The color palette... you nailed it" Carmen continued, while Y/n just smiled.

The mention of colors made Y/n's heart clench, for she knew that those soft shades of blue and white were exactly what Lewis had suggested when, years ago, the two had joked about what their wedding would be like.

As Carmen continued talking, Lewis, standing next to George, began to catch fragments of the conversation. He heard enough to understand the topic: The Wedding. And like a sharp blade, pain cut off his breath for an instant.

The invitation. The wedding. The realization that she was actually moving on, with someone else, seemed like something he couldn't quite accept, even though he knew it was inevitable.

He looked away from George, who was still talking about upcoming race strategies, but Lewis couldn't focus.

"Lewis? Are you listening?" George asked, arching an eyebrow at his friend's lack of attention.

"Hm? Yeah, sure," he replied, but his voice was vague.

Before George could insist, Carmen called him, saying it was time for them to go. George nodded, quickly saying goodbye to Lewis, and as he passed Y/n, he gave her a friendly pat on the back.

"Hey, thanks for the wedding invitation. Everything looks really beautiful." He smiles genuinely and friendly.

Y/n smiled back, but the sparkle in her eyes didn't hide the sadness she felt. "I would never leave you aside at such an important moment." She replied, sincerely, but with a voice full of something more.

Lewis watched it all, feeling his heart sink deeper with each word. The weight of reality was crushing.

As soon as the couple walked away, Y/n looked up and noticed that Lewis was starting to walk in the opposite direction.

“Lewis” she called, her voice soft but full of intent. He stopped, turning to her with that sweet smile she knew so well, but which now seemed distant. “I need to talk to you.”

"Sure, yes. We can go to my office."

He probably thought it was about the car, because for the past year and a half, all their conversations had been about work. This emotional distance they had created made the moment even more difficult.

Upon arriving at Lewis's room, he opened the door, holding it so that Y/n could enter first. The room was small but cozy, with a dark wooden table covered in technical notes, charts and a small Union Jack flag.

Y/n barely had time to look around before something specific caught her eye: A picture frame on Lewis's desk. She recognized the image immediately.

It was a photo of the two of them, taken three years ago, during a weekend at a circuit.

In the photo, Y/n was smiling broadly, standing behind Lewis with her arms around his shoulders. She was wearing a Mercedes cap, but she wasn't wearing her uniform. Unlike Lewis, who was wearing his dark overalls, but had a smile that lit up the entire city.

For those who didn't know about their relationship, I would say it was just a friendly photo of the engineer with her pilot. But for them, that photo had a great emotional impact.

Lewis noticed where Y/n's gaze went and, in a quick gesture, walked to the table, picking up the picture frame and lowering it discreetly, as if trying to erase that memory. He thought Y/n hadn't noticed, but she saw everything.

She looked away from the living room window, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. It wasn't just the image that hurt. It was symbolism. That photo represented everything they had been and what they would never be again.

"What did you want to talk about, dear?" Lewis asked, his voice low, almost fearful.

But Y/n still needed a moment to breathe before answering.

Lewis waited patiently for the engineer's response, his eyes searching hers, but the hesitation on his face was evident.

"I..." She began, but words failed her for a moment. "I needed to deliver something to you."

Lewis frowned curiously, but remained silent as he watched her reach into her coat pocket. With slow, reluctant movements, Y/n pulled out the invitation. Her hands trembled as she held it for a brief moment before holding it out to him.

He took the paper carefully, as if it were something precious, but at the same time a weapon that could hurt him. Upon opening it, he saw the golden letters highlighting the names 'Y/n and Andrew'

His eyes roamed over the palette of blues and whites, so familiar, so intimate. It was like a punch in the gut, a reminder of what he imagined they would one day be.

"Thank you" Lewis said, a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes. His voice was low, trying to sound gentle, but it failed to hide the pain that filled him.

Before he could say anything else, Y/n interrupted him. “I… I didn’t know if I should call you,” she began, her voice shaking. “Because of everything that happened between us. Because of everything we had. But… Andrew insisted. He thinks that since you’re my colleague and teammate, you should be there.”

Lewis looked up from the invitation and stared at Y/n, his expression a mix of surprise and sadness.

"He doesn't know, does he?" Lewis asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.

Y/n shook her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "No... I never told him. I never could. How could I explain? He's... He's an amazing man, Lewis. A good, kind, patient man..." She paused, and her eyes filled with tears. "But... I can't feel with him what I felt with you. What I still feel."

Lewis felt a lump in his throat at that. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know if he should. She continued. “I’ve tried, Lewis. I really have. I thought that if I put my past behind me, I could build something new, something that would make me forget. But I can’t. And yet here I am, trying to move on from something that feels so wrong…”

The pilot took a deep breath, the invitation still in his hands. He looked at her with an expression that mixed pain and tenderness. "Y/n..." He paused, as if trying to organize the words. "I just want you to be happy. That's what matters to me. It always has been."

Y/n let out a short, almost humorless laugh, wiping away a tear that was running down her face, "Happy!"

He frowned. "What's up?"

"Nothing, forget it." She shakes her head, trying to keep the tears away. "But... he's not you, you know. As safe as I feel with him, Andrew isn't you..."

Lewis looked away, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. "And why didn't you tell me this before, Y/n?"

"Because it wouldn't make a difference," she replied quickly. "Because we both know that...that things would never be simple for us. They weren't then and they wouldn't be now. I thought moving on would be better for both of us."

"Did you think... or were you afraid?" Lewis asked, his eyes returning to hers. He sighed and took a step closer. "I've never wanted anything but your best interests, Y/n. Even now, even now that you're marrying another man. If that's what you want, I'm happy."

“It’s not what I want!” Y/n cried out in a whisper, her emotions finally overflowing. She covered her face with her hands, trying to hold back her tears. “But I feel like I have no choice.”

Lewis hesitated before stepping even closer, touching her shoulder. "You always have a choice, Y/n. Always have. The question is: What does your heart truly want?"

She looked up at him, her face wet with tears, but she couldn't answer. Because at that moment, what she wanted most was right in front of her, but it seemed as impossible as a dream she could never achieve.

The engineer just shakes her head and starts walking to the door. "Look, it's okay if you don't want to go. But thank you for everything. You know!"

Lewis smiles and before she can leave, he calls out to her. "Y/n!"

"Try?"

"Can I give you one last kiss, then?"

Y/n sobbed, tears falling faster now. She nodded, smiling and approaching the pilot.

With slow, hesitant steps, she approached him. Lewis stood still for a moment, his eyes fixed on hers, as if trying to record every detail. When she finally stopped in front of him, he raised one of his hands, gently touching Y/n's face, wiping away one of the tears that were falling.

It was as if time had stopped, and in that moment, nothing else existed. No pain, no doubt, no wedding planned. Just the two of them, in that moment.

When their lips touched, it was as if all the weight that Y/n was carrying disappeared. The kiss was slow, filled with a love that had never disappeared, with a longing that they both tried to ignore, but that consumed them. His hands delicately held her face, while Y/n's rested on his chest, feeling his heart beating strongly under her fingers.

The love, the pain, the desire to go back in time. It was as if they both knew that that moment would be their last, and so they gave themselves completely.

When they separated, Y/n kept her eyes closed for a moment, as if she wanted to keep that feeling forever. Lewis rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"If this really is goodbye..." he began, his voice breaking, "I just want you to know that you were, and always will be, the love of my life."

Y/n opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face again, but she smiled. "And you will be mine." A sad smile, but full of truth. "I love you."

Lewis hugged her. "I know. Because I love you too." He kissed her hair and then let her go. Let her go so she could marry someone else.

Y/n smiled and then left the room, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Meanwhile, Lewis stared at that invitation, feeling his chest boil with emotions.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

November 10th - Wedding Day

It had been weeks since she had last seen Lewis. After that kiss, she had withdrawn completely, taking a few days off to prepare for the wedding and avoid any contact with him. It was better this way, she told herself. But even now, as she adjusted her veil, it was impossible to avoid the memory of him.

What should have been the happiest day of her life had a weight that she couldn't ignore. The smile that should have been plastered on her face was nothing more than a facade. And, despite the eyes of everyone around her full of expectation, she knew, deep down, that this wasn't the happy ending she had dreamed of.

The sky was covered with gray clouds, so heavy that they seemed to reflect the state of mind of someone who was silently fighting against memories. Despite it being a day important in the lives of two people, there was something in the air that seemed to say that not everyone was at peace with what was about to happen.

Y/n was in the dressing room, looking at her silhouette in the mirror. Her dress was definitely a work of art, it was a strapless design with a waist-hugging silhouette that flared out into a voluminous skirt. Delicate embroidery of flowers ran across the satin fabric, almost as if they had been carefully embroidered by hand.

She felt a few tears fall, but quickly wiped them away when someone knocked on the door and it opened.

"Hey, my girl. Is everything ready?" Her father asked with a soft smile. Y/n just nodded, unable to speak without her voice betraying the emotions she was trying to hide.

He noticed. Of course he did. It was her father. He knew what had happened between her and Lewis months ago, he knew everything. But he chose not to talk about it. He understood that those tears she was trying to hide were not tears of happiness for the wedding, but of regret.

Regret for not having fought harder for something that now seemed lost.

Gently, he reached out and took her hand. "Come on, honey. It's time."

Walking down the stairs together, her father comforted her with soft words and funny stories to distract her. He did his best to dispel his daughter's dark thoughts, and she, trying to reciprocate, smiled slightly as they walked to the car.

Across town, amid the chaos of cameras and journalists, Lewis was leaving a press conference that had everyone going crazy. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed an internal struggle. He had made an important decision, but the world still didn’t know what it really meant.

And now, he drove to the church to make his second important decision of the day.

Meanwhile, Y/n was already in the car, sitting in the back seat. Her father continued talking, telling stories about when she was little, making her smile as the driver drove to the church.

They arrived earlier than expected. Her father helped Y/n out of the car, and they headed to a private area where no guests could see her. She held the bouquet tightly, as if it anchored her to reality.

But her eyes wandered around the room, and then she saw him. The person who should perhaps be there with her, at the altar.

Lewis stood next to George, heading toward the church pews. He looked radiant, but his eyes were slightly red, as if he had been crying recently. Even so, his presence seemed to fill the entire space.

Y/n started to cry. They weren't silent tears this time; they were sobs that escaped uncontrollably. Her father quickly approached, holding her shoulders and trying to calm her down. "It's okay, sweetie. Take deep breaths. You can do it."

With that, the bridesmaids, groomsmen and bridesmaids entered the church. Carmem, unaware of what was happening to her friend, walked down the aisle until she reached her place at the altar.

The wedding planner ran over to Y/n, worried about her delay. "Are you okay? It's time to go in."

Y/n shook her head, trying to control her tears. "Just a few more minutes, please."

The wedding planner hurried back inside. She approached the groom, Andrew, who was looking anxious at the altar, and whispered something to him. "She's excited. She just needs a moment more." Andrew sighed in relief, thinking Y/n's tears were tears of happiness.

Outside, Y/n took a deep breath, trying to gather strength. Her father, always by her side, squeezed her hand. "If you're not ready, we can stop. It doesn't matter what others think."

But Y/n just smiled, a fragile smile. "I can do that."

When the wedding planner returned, Y/n nodded. She was better, or so it seemed. Her father looked at her fondly and offered his arm. "Come on, my girl."

The church doors opened, and the music began to play. All the guests stood up, turning to watch her enter. Y/n walked along the carpet she had chosen months before, holding tightly onto her father's arm. Her face displayed a smile that seemed natural to everyone, but inside her it was just a mask.

And then, just a few feet from the altar, she saw him again. Lewis. He was smiling at her, but that smile carried so many emotions that it made her stop. Her body froze for a moment, unable to take another step.

Her father leaned over to her and whispered, "It's okay, honey. Keep going. I'm here with you."

She smiled weakly and resumed her walk, step by step, until she reached the altar. There, her father handed her hand to Andrew, who held it gently. And so, the ceremony began, but inside Y/n's heart, the real storm was just beginning.

The priest began with his traditional words, speaking about love, commitment and the union of two souls who have decided to walk the same path.

Y/n heard every word, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. Her breathing was controlled, but her thoughts were far away, as if trying to escape that inevitable moment.

And when it was time for the vows, Y/n told Andrew everything she had saved for Lewis. She said every word imagining Lewis there, and the pilot who was sitting a few feet away from her noticed.

The priest gave the couple his blessing, wishing them to be blessed with happiness and prosperity. The ceremony was almost over when he said the phrase everyone had been waiting for:

"If there is anyone against this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

The church fell silent. The guests looked at each other, some even chuckled, thinking that no one would dare to interrupt something so perfect.

But then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the church. Someone stood up. All eyes turned to the back. And there he was.

"I have something to say."

The guests looked at each other in shock. George, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes and grabbed his friend's arm tightly. "Lewis, what are you doing?" he whispered, trying to pull him back to the bench.

But Lewis just smiled, as if to say that everything was fine. He calmly let go of George's arm and began walking down the aisle. Murmurs grew among the guests as everyone tried to understand what was happening.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her heart pounding so hard she thought everyone could hear it. She was in disbelief. He was really there. Fighting for them. Something she didn't have the courage to do, something she deeply regretted.

But inside, an unexpected feeling began to grow. Relief.

Lewis stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning directly to Y/n. His expression was a mix of determination and excitement. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I know I shouldn't do this here, I should have done it a long time ago. But I couldn't let you go on without knowing... without knowing what you mean to me. Y/n, you were the starting point of my happiness. Since the day I met you, I knew you were different. You are the person who changed my story, who gave color to my life."

He took a step forward, without taking his eyes off her, who was still frozen, holding the bouquet with trembling hands.

"In the timeline of my life, you have always been my most special moment. The before and after of you was the biggest transformation I have ever experienced. And even with all the mistakes, with the distance, with what separated us, my heart never left you. How long have I been waiting to find someone like you, who would fit into the plans I made for myself." Everyone in the church was silent, only the sound of Y/n's sobs and Lewis's words echoed through the room. "I know I should have fought harder, but I won't let this happen again. Not today. Not now." He sighs. "I... I resigned from Mercedes!"

Y/n's eyes widen, Carmen and George hold back a muffled scream in their throats and Lewis sighs, smiling, before continuing.

"The rules said that we had to separate or someone would have to leave for us to continue seeing each other. So, I decided to leave. I'm going to Ferrari next season... Because I've already suffered enough, but away from you I'll suffer even more. When I get home, and I don't see you, my desire is to call you running. And little by little, loneliness and silence embrace me. My joy has passed, only the memories of love, they don't pass. I really love you Y/n, and if you don't want me anymore, just go ahead with the wedding, and I'll leave, but if you still have a little bit of the feeling inside you, I want you to fight. Fight for us!"

Y/n felt her heart tighten, as if it were trying to burst out of her chest. Lewis's words echoed through the church, resonating within her in a way nothing else could. 'Fight for us.' That was enough to break the last barriers she had put up around what she felt.

She wanted to run to him. Hug him, shout that she loved him, that she had never stopped loving him, that he was everything she had ever wanted. But there was Andrew, standing beside her, looking at her with an expression of curiosity and, at the same time, acceptance.

For a moment, Y/n's eyes met Andrew's, and she saw something she never expected to see: Understanding. He sighed, his lips curving into a sad smile, but kind.

"It's okay if you want to go..." Andrew said, his voice cracking but sincere. "I see the way he looks at you... and the way you look at him. Eventually, I realized that you two had something in the past." He took a deep breath, wiping away a tear that was falling, "Of course, my heart breaks, because I love you too. But I can't hold you back from something that clearly makes you unhappy. You deserve to be completely happy."

His words were like a balm to Y/n's soul. Her heart felt lighter, as if a huge stone had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled at Andrew, her eyes filling with tears, but for the first time in a long time, tears of relief.

"You're an incredible man, Andrew," Y/n said, holding his hands for a brief moment. "Kind, loving, someone anyone would be lucky to have by their side. But I... my heart has never left the place where it has always been. Thank you for understanding me, for being so good. And I hope you find someone who loves you with the same intensity that I love Lewis."

Andrew smiled, his eyes still shining with tears, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Go on," he whispered.

Y/n turned to Carmen, who was taking the bouquet she had just handed her, and her friend just smiled, encouraging her with a slight nod. Her parents were sitting in the front row, and their eyes told her what she needed: Unconditional support.

With her heart lighter than ever, Y/n took a deep breath and began walking down the steps to the altar. Every step seemed to echo through the church, every gaze was on her, but none of that mattered. All she saw was Lewis.

He was standing in the hallway, his eyes red and wet, but a shy smile on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. When Y/n finally got close to him, he took a step forward, but he couldn't contain his emotion. Tears of relief and joy began to fall down his face.

Y/n smiled at him, crying too, but for the first time in a long time, she felt whole. Without hesitation, she ran the last few steps, throwing her arms around Lewis, who held her as if his life depended on it.

"I should have never let you go," he whispered, his voice cracking.

"And I should never have left you without a fight," she replied, pulling her closer as the people in the church watched the scene with eyes shining with emotion.

With a radiant smile on their faces and a feeling of freedom in their chests, Lewis and Y/n ran out of the church, leaving everyone behind. George and Carmen, who were now in the background, watched the scene with knowing smiles. They knew how much Y/n and Lewis loved each other, and the happiness of seeing the two finally together filled their hearts with joy.

Lewis opened the car door in a hurry, Y/n got in, pulling her dress inside and smiling like never before. The atmosphere in the car was one of pure happiness, the road ahead seemed endless, but that didn't matter.

The feeling of freedom and love was what mattered now. They had no specific destination, they were just together, enjoying the moment, making silent vows of love as the road took them wherever fate wanted.

After some time, with no destination in mind, they found a small, isolated chapel in the countryside that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Without any great plans, but with a full heart, they decided that this would be the place to start their story over again. Only the priest and a forest ranger, who seemed to be the only ones present, served as witnesses to what would be the beginning of a new journey.

The ceremony was simple, but full of meaning. They exchanged knowing looks, full of love and complicity. When the moment came, Y/n declared: "I take Lewis Hamilton as my lawful husband." Lewis, with tears in his eyes, responded with the same intensity: "I take Y/n as my lawful wife."

The simple wedding, without any great ostentation, was exactly what they had always dreamed of. After all, what really mattered was not the luxury or the party, but the fact that they had each other. And with that, the whole world seemed to be within their reach.

After the ceremony, when they left the chapel, Lewis held Y/n's hand as they walked back to the car, both of them smiling as if nothing else mattered. He turned to her, a smile on his face, and promised, "I'll throw you a proper wedding party, Y/n. The biggest party you've ever seen."

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes shining with love. "I don't need anything else but you, Lewis," she said with a calm certainty.

Lewis kissed her, feeling that everything he ever wanted was there, in her arms. But before he could do more, Y/n looked at him with a mischievous smile and commented: "So, Ferrari next year, huh, handsome?"

Lewis laughed, his eyes full of affection. And together, they walked to the car, ready for the next stage of their journey, knowing that any future, no matter how uncertain, would be perfect because they would face it together.