Shut Up And Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is // Oscar Piastri

i've got my eye on you, too –pedri

part 2 of i've got my eye on you <3

the sight of gavi hit pedri like a punch to the face. and that was before gavi had actually punched him in the face.

"OH MY GOD", you screamed. everything happened so fast, one minute you were kissing pedri, the next gavi had found you two and now he had pushed pedri and punched him in the face. all in the blink of an eye. and you didn't quite understand anything that was happening.

pedri's cheek throbbed relentlessly, and he brought one of his hands to press it and try to calm the pain. he didn't fight back, he did in fact deserve the hit. but he still didn't regret a single thing.

gavi's face was a mixed of disgust and anger, pedri had seen that face on the field many times when his best friend got mad at some player, but he had never seen that look directed at him.

gavi came very close to pedri, "you're a piece of shit", he said in a low voice, and then stormed off, slamming the door.

you were still in shock, but you reacted when you saw pedri's face filled with pain. you gently took his face with your hands to take a better look, "are you okay?", you quickly asked him.

he closed his eyes and nodded, "yeah don't worry im fine", he said. he was hurting, but he didn't want to worry you and it wasn't like the pain was unbearable.

you traced your thumb along his cheekbone, "you just got punched in the face by your best friend, you don't have to lie"

"okay fine, please bring me some ice because that fucker might not be very tall but he can throw a punch", he grimaced.

you got him some ice and you two sat on the sofa. the house was empty, everyone had left already, and fer was probably passed out drunk on his bed.

"so...", you started, trying to make sense of what had happened, "i guess gavi didn't want you kissing me right after he had asked me to go out on a date"

pedri let out a sigh. "yeah, i guess i can tell you truth now"

and so he did. he told you how he had felt attracted to you from the very beginning and how gavi had felt too, and how he felt like he had to take a step back for his best friend.

"so what? you were willing to watch from the sidelines?" you couldn't believe what he was telling you.

"yes. at first. look, he was mesmerized by you and i had never seen him like that, so i decided to let him shoot his shot. i thought it would be easier if i stayed away from you but i got to know you more and then i was having feelings for you, and i couldn't help it", he was letting it all out, word after word like it had been burning inside of him, "and then he said he'd ask you out and i decided to avoid you all night because i figured it would help but-"

you cut him out, shutting him up with your lips. pedri forgot what he was saying, forgot he had gotten punched, he could forget his own name every time his lips were on yours.

you joined your foreheads together, "i can't believe you were willing to put your own feelings aside for someone else" this just proved how good and how pure his heart was.

"i never realized you liked me", he said quietly. "if i had known... maybe this whole thing could've been avoided and my best friend wouldn't hate me right now"

you leaned back. now you were feeling guilty. this whole mess had started when you kissed him, and now the beautiful friendship the two boys had was all messed up.

like he was reading your mind, pedri sweetly grabbed your chin and looked you in the eye, "don't you dare feel guilty about any of this okay? this my problem with him"

you slightly nodded and he gave you a forehead kiss, "we both need some rest after tonight"

...

fight or not fight, the boys had to go training. the whole team could feel the weird tension that was happening between the two players, but as long as it didn't affect their performance on the field, nobody said anything.

and that was the worst part, gavi thought, it didn't matter that he was mad at pedri, they still had a huge bond, they still knew each other so well on the field that playing with him was like a second nature, it was like nothing had happened.

but after training was over, things were not that easy.

"man we gotta talk", pedri went after gavi, in their way to the locker room. it was a mistake, pedri knew that, he needed to let gavi alone for a couple of days until he calmed down and was less mad, that was how it worked with him, but pedri couldn't wait.

gavi shook his head, still not looking at him. "you could kiss any girl", he said, "and yet you kissed her?"

pedri fidgeted with his hands, "i have feelings for her as well, i never said anything because i thought it would go away but at the party-"

gavi turned shooting him a furious glance, "so you didn't even tell me that?! you have liked her all along and you just couldn't fucking tell me so we could work it out? you just had to go kiss her the same night i TOLD you i was going to talk to her?", gavi ran his hand through his face, he was tired and hurt and everything that came out of pedri's mouth was making it all worse.

"im so sorry just let me expl-"

gavi cut him out "i don't want to see you", he started walking to the bathroom, "or talk to you", he looked at him from the shoulder, "i don't know how to trust you", and then he left.

two weeks had passed since gavi's last interaction with pedri, they kept playing together but gavi refused to let pedri explain everything.

so if gavi didn't want to hear him, at least he would read what he had to say. pedri spent the whole night writing a letter, explaining with detail all the events that had happened. he let his heart out, he wanted to be as honest as possible since he hadn't been honest with his friend from the beginning. he wrote about his feelings for you, about your feelings for him, and how he didn't knew it was reciprocal. he hoped with everything that he had that gavi would read it, and could forgive him.

so in training the next day, the last guy to come out of the locker room was pedri, and he slipped his letter into gavi's backpack. afterwards, he left, waiting and hoping that would be enough.

...

now your birthday was coming up on friday, and pedri had a special date planned out.

he was secretly a romantic, always thinking that somebody was out in the world meant to be his other half, and after you told him you had been a barcelona fan your entire life, he was more than sure you were the one. so, he spoke with a lot of people and begged a couple of times, and he had the camp nou opened just for the two of you at night.

and you had no idea about it.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU", you smiled at your pillow hearing laura's loud voice, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU", she threw herself at your bed.

you laughed and hugged her, "thank you love,  how lovely it is you hear you this loud in the morning"

she laughed, "i know i am the best", she stood up and urged you to do the same, "you have a special gift waiting for you outside so move your ass"

you know it couldn't be him, he was training this early. you got out of bed and went to the living room, there you found a huge bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flowers.

with the biggest smile on your face you picked up the note that was on the bouquet and read it.

happy birthday to the girl who spins my whole world around <3

can't wait to see you tonight.  -P

your stomach filled with butterflies you couldn't help to giggle, you were falling for him and there was no way to stop it. he had become such an important person to you, and everyday you were grateful to the universe for bringing him to you.

you took a photo with the flowers and sent it to him. you are simply the best, thank you for always making me feel so special, you texted him.

laura wanted to organize you a little party here tonight, but pedri had asked her to leave your night free for the two of you, so you would have a little party tomorrow, and your parents would come so they could meet him. you went to have a shower and prepare to go to work, wondering exactly what he had planned for the date.

you had ask him to give him a clue to know what to wear to wherever you were going, and he had only told you not to wear heels, to wear something you would feel comfortable in. so it definitely wasn't a restaurant, you thought.

you were finishing with your perfume when somebody knocked on the door. you quickly went to open it. his handsome face was waiting for you on the other side, "happy birthday my love"

you hugged him, you loved how he always smelled good. "thank you", you said, your face on the crook of his neck.

after the hug he said, "you look beautiful", his eyes ran through your body from head to toe, you blushed a bit and he kissed you, after waiting the whole day to do it. electricity ran through your body. this night felt different for some reason. your hands went to his hair as you kissed him back, forgetting about the plans, only concentrated in the way his lips tasted, and how his hands were roaming your back.

"of course you haven't left and instead are making out in public display", you heard laura say with amusement, "didn't he get punched in the face for doing exactly that?"

"laura shut up", pedri said, grabbing your hand, "we're leaving now"

she laughed, "yeah wear protection kids", she turned to head to her room, "oh and have fun!" she said, as you two left the apartment.

"you still haven't heard of gavi?", you asked getting on his car.

pedri felt a sting of pain on his chest, "no, nothing", he said and started driving.

you placed your hand on his thigh to comfort him, "im sure he'll reach you eventually", you said sweetly, you knew how much he missed his best friend, and you still felt guilty about the way shit had went down.

"yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. it's your day today", he said quickly looking at you. "i really hope you like my surprise"

"so, are you telling me where we're going?", you asked him, looking at the streets of barcelona.

"you'll find out soon enough", he winked at you, and kept driving.

and some time later, you saw where you were going, you entered the parking lot of the most beautiful stadium of the world, the camp nou.

your hands intertwined, and the smile on your face growing and growing bigger and bigger, pedri led you to the field, after saying hello to one of the men who worked there. you were amazed by the immensity and the beauty of the stadium.

"i can't believe you got the place just for us", you said to him. "it's beautiful to see it at night, i'd never visited it at this time"

"i know", he said quietly, and then you saw the ball and it all made perfect sense. "i thought we could improve our football skills with the camp all for ourselves", you looked even more beautiful under the lights of the field, and he could swear your eyes were glowing. and he was sure that you smiling on the field was the most precious sight his eyes had seen.

you laughed, "it's very sweet how you say you can improve your football skills when you are like the best player of the team"

"there is always room to learn", he said, grabbing the ball, "who knows? maybe you could teach me something new about football", he smiled.

"i have a feeling you will be the one who teach me everything about football today", you gave him a peck on the lips.

"let's start then", he held you hand, "let's see how good are your penalty shots"

it was the most special thing somebody had done for you. he taught you how to shoot, how to make a great pass, he told you with which part of your foot you had to kick the ball. you loved learning and listening to him. you two spent the night playing with each other, laughing about how bad you were, and talking about everything. besides, kissing a barça player under the lights of camp nou was something straight out of a fairytale.

"this was the perfect birthday", you murmured against his lips.

after you were tired, you got on the car and left, "i thought we could go to my place and watch a movie to rest a bit", he said, and your pulse fastened.

"i'd love to", you said, and now he was the one who put his hand on your thigh.

you slept together for the first time that night, and it officially became the best birthday you'd had. he dropped you off by your place right before he left to train.

...

laura organized a cute party the next day, the apartmente filled with your friends and family. you introduced pedri to your parents and of course they loved him, how could they not? he was like a dream, always polite and funny without trying to. the party was ending, you were about to eat the cake when somebody knocked on the door.

"hey, y/n", gavi was standing at the door with a little gift on his hands and looking like he wanted to get away from there as fast as possible. "happy birthday", he gave you the present and you took it.

you were impressed to see him here, not really sure how he had known about the party, but you took his presence as a good sign. "thank you", you said and you gave him a quick hug. "come in, we're gonna eat cake". he hesitated but he joined the little party.

truth was, gavi had read the letter, and he had done his best to understand the entire situation. he wanted things with pedri to be the way they were before, he deeply missed his best friend. but, he hadn't felt ready to see you again with him. until laura texted him, inviting him to the party, she talked to gavi, and that also helped. so now here he was, ready to speak to pedri again, and ready to make peace with the whole situation.

pedri spotted gavi and his eyes widened, he went to him and opened his mouth to talk but no words came out.

gavi rolled his eyes, "well, i can't stay mad at you forever", he gave him a little smile. pedri smiled wholeheartedly and gave him a hug. he had missed his best friend, his brother, and now he was back.

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tinder buddies | ln4

hi! i have no idea how to comment on that. i've got inspiration from the rumors that are now going on twitter and tiktok about lando and his activity in sm and i thought man, i need to write something in this narrative because sexting with him??? scuse me??? but of course all of this is fiction and and i dont have any statement on the rumors about lan, mostly because all of these are rumors and not facts. anyway, pls leave his poor papaya ass alone and enjoy this instead!

summary: when you met your tinder buddy irl and realize how indeed world is small

warnings: masturbation on cam (both male and female), bit of swearing, in general alott of sexual tention

pairing: fem!journalist!reader x lando norris

Y/N thought that she was good at what she was doing. She thought that despite her young age she fit in the world of motorsport really well. Sometimes it even crossed her mind that she was no different from her older colleagues, what's more, sometimes she even thought that she was better than them. However, she admitted this only to herself with complete modesty and behind tightly closed doors.

Apart from the fact that Y/N was a really good journalist whose career was growing at a surprising pace, at the end of the day she was just a twenty-two-year-old girl who, like many other twenty-two-year-old girls in the world, had her smaller and bigger sins.

Y/N breathed heavily as she entered her hotel room. She set her suitcase and bag aside, taking off her shoes and plopping down on the bed. It was well after midnight, her flight was delayed by several hours and she was simply exhausted by the passing day. Even though she was excited about the events that awaited her in a few hours, right now she was just tired. However, she knew perfectly well what would help her relax before going to sleep. Not so much what, but who.

The girl unlocked her phone and easily found the Instagram icon, clicking on it and going straight to the messages. She entered the first conversation and was about to write some prosaic message, but she didn't have time to type out half of the sentence when a new message appeared in the chat.

"u up?"

Y/N smiled to herself. It looked like she could count on a pleasant end to the day.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing"

The reply message appeared a moment later.

"i was waiting for you to be available. i thought the evening would be wasted"

"And yet you see, surprise"

The person on the other end smiled and untied the drawstring on his sweatpants. He quickly wrote his answer with one hand.

"wanna call?"

"I think you know the answer"

She smiled and reached for the switch and turned off the light, pressing the camera icon with her other hand.

Y/N and the boy she had been messaging with for a little over a month knew next to nothing about each other. She had a private account and a few photos, he had a black icon and an empty profile. He only knew her name, she only the first letter of his. They met on Tinder, their profiles there looked quite similar. She has a few photos, more of the body than the face, he has the same, mostly in black and white. They had never seen each other's faces, but they knew each other's bodies inside and out.

Y/N placed her phone on the table and leaned it against the lamp, which she turned on a moment later. The light from it was dim, but it illuminated her body enough. The angle her phone was at only showed her from the neck down. She was perfect at maintaining her privacy.

"New background?"

He asked, seeing that the surroundings behind her were different from those he had seen before. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in only a bra and a thin t-shirt.

"I'm away from home"

"Work?"

"Too many questions"

There was quiet laughter on the other side. He liked her temperament. He liked her curves even more and the sounds she made when, at his command, she pushed her fingers inside her and brought herself to orgasm. Yes, he liked that too.

"Yeah, you're right. Strip."

Y/N pulled the t-shirt over her head and her interlocutor saw a red, lace bra that he never seen on her before. He smiled and ran his hand over his crotch. He felt a chill run through him.

"You look good, baby. Red suits you"

She laughed and pushed her hair behind her shoulders.

"Is this the first time you gonna tell me to keep my bra on?"

"For now, yes. I'd love to look at it for a while" he squeezed his cock and began to lightly massage it through the fabric. "You know what to do, dont'cha?"

Y/N bit her lip and lifted her hands, placing them gently on her shoulders. She slowly moved them down her body and when she found her breasts, she slowly started massaging them in circular motions. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, hearing the sigh that came from her phone. He watched her carefully, following her every move.

"Take it off," he said after a while, "It's pretty, but I think I prefer you without it."

She quickly took off her bra and threw it aside. He smiled at the sight of her breasts. Y/N returned to them, continuing their massage. As she lightly pinched her nipples, she moaned softly. His cock vibrated at the sound that came from his headphones. He smiled.

"Does it feel good, baby?"

"Mhm, yeah" she answered, looking again at her phone "But you're playing unfair again. I have to see you too."

He chuckled and shook his head.

"You don't let me enjoy you"

He replied and put down the phone, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. He fell back on the pillows and turned on the light on his phone. Y/N smiled at the sight of the familiar, slightly tanned and toned torso. Her interlocutor didn't see it, but she smiled even more when he tightened his hand on his cock, which was now clearly visible on the gray material of his trousers.

"Take off the rest of your clothes and lie down"

He ordered. Y/N obediently lay down, taking off her pants and underwear. When the rustle of fabric could be heard on the other side, he easily freed himself from his pants and tight, slightly damp boxers. He spat on his hand and spread the saliva over his cock, feeling it tighten under his touch. Fuck, what he would give if instead of his hand it was this tiny hand that disappeared between the pair of thighs he saw on the screen of his phone.

The girl complied with his command and he saw her middle finger slowly sinking inside her, only to come out after a while covered with her juices.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, "You're so wet, baby."

“I wish you were here and licked me clean.”

Y/N said, rubbing her clit. She felt that she wouldn't need much to reach orgasm.

Her interlocutor smiled under his breath, but she wasn't able to see it.

"I'm afraid that i would make you even more wet."

"Someone has quite an ego here"

"I know my capabilities, baby."

She snorted under her breath and made herself more comfortable, inserting her finger into herself again. First one, quite slowly, and soon she added another one. A long moan filled the hotel room as she began to move them, imagining that it was not her but him who was fucking her. And not with his fingers, but with his wet, hard cock.

"Yeah, just like that, baby. Keep going."

His eyes carefully followed the screen and the activities taking place on it. His hand moved smoothly over his cock, his lips were slightly opened. As he was stroking himself, the glass of his watch on his wrist reflected the light from the phone. He wore it every time they cam together. Y/N didn't know anything about watches, so she didn't know what brand it was or whether it was expensive. They never talked about it, honestly, they basically never had a normal chat. However, he once asked her about the tattoo on her forearm, just below the inner bend of her elbow. He noticed it after the first time they met on camera. When it was all over and they were about to hang up and return to their real lives, he asked about it.

"What does 33 mean?"

He asked when the girl started getting dressed.

"What?"

"Tattoo on your arm"

The girl looked at her forearm and only then did she understand what he was asking about.

"I can't tell you because you'll make fun of me"

Hearing this, he smiled. Not because there was probably some stupid story behind it, but because the girl was concerned about not looking bad in front of him. Even though they absolutely didn't know each other.

"I barely know your name, I don't know why I would make fun of you."

Y/N was silent for a moment, glancing at her tattoo and lightly stroking it with her thumb.

"Do you know Formula 1?"

He smiled and nodded. His reaction, however, was beyond her reach.

"I know a thing or two"

"My favorite driver drives with this number. Well, actually he did, now his number is 1. But for me it will still be associated with 33"

The girl explained. She felt a bit embarrassed to expose herself to him, especially with something like this. However, he did not laugh at her or comment on her confession in any negative way.

"I have a friend who is also involved in motorsport and has the same number. Actually, not anymore, because he also had to change it. But for me it will also be associated only with 33"

Y/N smiled at his words. Sometimes she wondered if they could become friends and get to know each other a little better. But then she decided to come down to earth and remind herself that she had no time for relationships or friendships. Now the most important thing for her is work and career, everything else can wait. After all, no one will satisfy her as much as herself. Right?

"Fuck, I could fill you so good, baby," he moaned, gasping for breath. He felt that he was only seconds away from orgasm "You have no idea how much pleasure I would give you."

The girl's lips were opened, her eyelids were shut tightly. She massaged her clit with her left hand and moved the fingers of her right hand inside her in quick, uneven movements.

"I'm about to- I…oh my god-"

“Yes, baby, thats it" he gasped, speeding up "Cum for me.”

She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. The moment her back arched, she heard a long "fuck" coming from her phone. He came shortly after her, staining his toned abs with his sperm. He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, trying to calm his breathing. There was silence on both sides for a moment, neither of them moving an inch.

After some time, Y/N sat on the bed and reached for a tissue, wiping her hands on it.

"I have to go now. I have a lot of work waiting for me tomorrow."

"Me too. I wanted to let you know that we may not be able to call you tomorrow."

He answered, also wiping himself.

“It's okay, no big deal,” Y/N replied and took one last look at the muscled, tanned torso visible on her phone screen, “Good night. And good luck with your chores tomorrow.”

“Good night, baby. You too.”

She smiled and reached for her phone, ending the call. Exhausted from the previous day and the evening cam session, she just buried herself in the blanket and shortly after fell asleep. The next day, when her alarm went off, she was full of energy despite several hours of sleep. She couldn't wait for friday's qualifying and all she was thinking about as she was getting ready was whether she would be able to get good material.

As she put on her red bra, she smiled involuntarily as she remembered last night. She wondered if he had already gotten lost in the whirlwind of his today's duties. Y/N quickly got dressed, gathered her things and, putting her pass around her neck, left the hotel. When she got to the track and was in the paddock, she couldn't think about anything else. Her only thoughts revolved around what was going to happen on the track in a few dozen minutes. However, for a split second she wondered what her tinder buddy actually knew about Formula 1. Maybe they could have something to talk about? Maybe she could even take him to some grand prix?

Her thoughts disappeared when she noticed Lando Norris hanging around the McLaren garage. The girl asked the cameraman to prepare the equipment and she would ask the Brit if he would be willing to have a short conversation. She squeezed the microphone in her hand and without thinking, she approached him, introducing herself and asking if it was possible to record a short conversation.

Hearing her name, his heart did a flip. He knew that name very well.

"Sure, no problem"

He replied with a smile, obviously not revealing himself, and ran his hand through his hair. The glass of the watch strapped to his wrist gleamed in the sunlight. Y/N had seen this watch before. Many times.

The girl smiled back and, hearing his agreement, gave a thumbs up to the cameraman. When she raised her hand, the sleeve of her shirt rolled up, and Lando's eyes involuntarily caught the tattoo on her forearm. A slight 33, just below the bend in the elbow.

He felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him. It's a coincidence, right? It must be.

"How's your mood before qualifying?"

Y/N asked, putting the microphone down and straightening her shirt. As she was arranging her collar, Lando's eyes caught a glimpse of her red bra strap. He smiled to himself and looked down. He wondered how many accidents and coincidences had come together in the universe and resulted in this situation.

"What? Is something wrong?"

The girl asked, not knowing what made him react like that.

He shook his head and after a moment looked up again. He looked at the girl carefully. However, she was completely lost and looked at him questioningly.

"Sorry, as you can probably see, my mood is great. I'm positive about today's qualifying."

Y/N tentatively gripped her microphone. When the cameraman approached them, they started recording the footage and she had no time to analyze Lando's strange behavior. In fact, it was possible that this was their first and last conversation ever, so why should she care about it. When they managed to record a short material, Y/N thanked him and wished him successful qualifications. After that everyone went their separate ways.

Immediately after entering the garage, Lando found his phone buried in a pile of his things. He quickly entered his latest conversation on Instagram and, without thinking, decided to send the girl a message. Worst case scenario, he'll just make a fool of himself, which isn't a big deal since they don't know each other at all. At best, he would spend tonight as he had long dreamed of.

"ure even prettier than i thought, baby."

Y/N felt a vibration in her pants pocket and without thinking, she unlocked her phone. She was surprised to see a notification coming from Instagram, and she was even more surprised when she noticed who sent her the message. After reading it, she felt a cold sweat break out on her. However, she decided to think and act soberly.

"How do you know what I look like?"

"turn around"

Lando replied quickly and leaned against the threshold of his garage. The girl clutched her phone in her hands and obeyed his command with her heart beating wildly. Lando smiled at her, holding his still unlocked phone. Y/N felt a lack of saliva in her mouth. It's impossible, it's not really happening.

"Are you sure we're looking at the same person?"

She replied, having difficulty pressing the appropriate keys with her fingers. He was amused by her reaction. This whole situation didn't make sense to him. It was crazy.

"im looking at a pretty neat journalist with a mad bunda who has a tattoo with my friend's racing number. and u?"

Y/N blushed. Fuck. It's him.

"I see that your jumpsuit is a little tight in some places."

Lando snorted under his breath. The girl wasn't lying. The whole situation made quite an impression on him.

Y/N bit her lip and looked up. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't arousing.

"u know exactly why its tight"

"I guess I have to find out in real life. The camera likes to lie."

When she sent the message, she looked up again and their eyes locked. The Brit winked at her and quickly replied, turning on his heel and disappearing into the depths of the garage.

"my driver's room in five minutes. ill be happy to dispel your doubts"

in a galaxy far, far away | lando norris smau [part 4]

pairing: lando norris x fem! actress! reader [ no faceclaim ; reader is entirely faceless ] summary: there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work a/n: singapore godzilla return was not on my 2023 bingo card but here we are; [ series masterlist ]

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norrisun HELLO???????

grussellsprout2 getting married before your 6 month anniversary is insane

ferrariclerc THIS IS A JOKE THERE'S NO WAY albonite I tried to reverse google search the photos and I can't find anything

starinz am I desensitized or is this a totally normal thing for them. like yeah lando and y/n got married randomly without an engagement announcement and after a couple of months of dating- that's like a normal thursday.

yukierretruther I MANIFESTED THIS HELP

kingmag9 I don't believe it, they'll come back in a week and admit it's a joke

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mclaren Not with that wedding stunt, you're not. danielricciardo I want to make it clear I had 0% involvement with this. yndeathtrooper HE HELPED EVERY STEP OF THE WAY

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Happier —lando norris.

summary: a one shot / dual pov fic where y/n is a famous singer and she and lando broke up but still have feelings for each other. but after she sees him with another girl she dedicates him a song in her concert and he finds out and goes to talk to her.

I. (y/n pov)

headlines. articles. tweets.

it all came out in the worst possible time.

everybody was talking about the same thing.

"f1 driver lando norris spotted with the model lauren christensen"

"after his four year relationship ended, lando norris has been seen very close with the model lauren christensen. could this be a new beginning for norris?"

"did lando norris get over his ex that quickly? 4 months after he publicly announced his breakup with the singer y/n mendez, norris has been seen in public places with the armani model lauren christensen"

it hurt. it hurt more than anything else. and also the fact that it was everywhere wasn't helping.

everybody is different, and some people heal faster than others. you should be happy he's happy, y/n. you have a tour to deal with right now, you can't sit here and scroll on twitter to punish yourself more than you already have. get up, put down that ice cream and your phone and think of something else. literally anything else but him.

i get up, put the ice cream on the little fridge beside my bed, throw my phone across the room, and go to the shower. maybe a shower is what it takes to wash away all the memories flooding my mind. his smile. his scent. they way his eyes get small when he smiles. his cute and silent laugh. his voice. all his little moles. his hands and how he promised that he would hold me forever. no matter what.

well i guess he's holding her now. i guess this is my sign to move on.

only if it were that easy.

II. (y/n pov)

two days have passed since the news came out. and now i have to go through this specific weekend knowing that he is most likely with her. i have been trying not to think about it but it's inevitable. the USA tour has finally reached texas, and so has the formula 1 calendar.

i used to joke around with him saying that i would love to perform in the same place that he gets to race. it never happened when we were together and now that we are not together anymore, here we are. lucky me.

as i'm on my way to sound check for the concert tonight, i can't help to look up the results for qualifying. ever since we broke up i can't bring myself to watch a race, but i like to keep track of how he's doing. he's been getting better and better this season and for the first time in years mclaren might be onto the championship, with lando on second position in the driver's championship, only 16 points below leclerc. i wonder how he must be feeling since this is huge, not only for him but for the whole team. mclaren means so much to him and i can't even fathom what it must be like to give them a championship.

i wish i could be there for him.

enough.

two voices in my head battle as i get off the car and enter the stadium. i have work to do, but i also can't stop praying for him to do well on today's race. i shake my head and i focus on what's important right now. i want my fans to have the best night ever so i'm gonna make sure everything is set up and ready for tonight.

III. (y/n pov)

he won. he won and all i can think about is how i can't celebrate with him. how she gets to do it. how she gets go hold him tonight.

that's why i decide to make a last minute change on the setlist.

...

"all right, texas. how are we feeling so far?"

the crowd cheers as kyle gives me a chair so i can sit onstage.

"this next song i'm gonna play for y'all tonight is actually a cover. this song is about… heartbreak."

a little smile touches my lips as the crowd screams like i knew they would. we all love a bit of drama. and just like i know my fans respect my privacy, i also know they love when i give them little sights of my personal-and specially-my romantic life.

"this song is for those people that leave your side, and how a part of you is still in love with them, even after they're long gone. I do believe that some people come into your life to completely change it, and it's incredible how they leave a mark in you. i think it's beautiful but also really fucking painful." I laugh a bit alongside the crowd.

"it's hard to get over that kind of people. and it's even harder when you know they did get over you. specially when you know they did it by meeting someone else." tears start to form in your eyes. "so i decided to let all my feelings out tonight, texas, and open up to all of you. this is happier by miss olivia rodrigo, sing it with me." and so i start singing my heart out. to him. to the fans. to anyone who will listen. they say music heals the soul, and god knows i could use some healing right now.

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

a couple of songs later the concert ends. i jump on the car to go to my hotel room. today drained me. i haven't felt this tired in quite some time. but this is good. if i'm this tired it means overthinking everything will be hard, because shit will be going down after tonight. i don't think people will ignore the fact that i kinda just dedicated a whole song to my ex-famous-formula 1-driver-boyfriend. but who cares? i needed to let it out of my system. besides i don't even think he will see it. he must be too busy celebrating his win.

IV. (lando pov)

*a couple of hours before the concert*

"LANDO NORRIS WINS THE 2022 TEXAS GRAND PRIX, GIVING HIM THE #1 POSITION AT THE DRIVER'S CHAMPIONSHIP"

i raise my fist as i pass the checkered flag. i can't believe it. i won. i'm leading the driver's championship. i cheer for the team, for me, for all the fans out there. as i get off the car i run to my team, i hug them all, tears running down my face. as they let me go i look around, searching for someone, needing one more hug. it takes me a second to remember.

she's not here. you two broke up.

i blink several times, remembering how y/n is not here. and hasn't been here since we broke up. my head is spinning and my heart hurts for a moment. but in a minute, the other drivers are all over me, congratulating me on this huge win.

after a lot of press i get on my car and start driving to my hotel room. i can't help but smile, since this day has been amazing. definitely one of the best days of my entire life. but that little void is still there. because i know she's not here. and there is no one in this world that i would love to celebrate more with, than her. the worst part is that she is actually here, in this city, just not with me. and it hurts. the thought doesn't leave me as i park the car and enter the lobby of my hotel.

she's playing here in texas, that i know. it might not be good for me to keep up with her tour schedule but i crave to know what she's up to. i haven't been to one of her concerts. it's impossible for me-mentally and physically- since i'm traveling around the world. but i can't forget how we used to talk about a situation like this, where we both could be able to be there for each other. a concert in the same city as a grand prix. and now is happening and we can't enjoy it together.

i would be lying if i said I'm over her. as much as my friends tell me to get out there and find someone else, i can't do it. the biggest thing i've done is going out with lauren, following team orders. the press needed something to focus on that wasn't how my team mate daniel was doing, so they decided to get me and lauren in public places a couple of times to interest the press. and i get it, they also tried to set me up with her to see if i could get over y/n. but it's impossible. i tried to see lauren in that way, she's a really nice girl, she's very polite and also quite funny, and it's fair to say she's gorgeous. but she's not her. i wanted to scream to the world that lauren and i meant nothing to each other. If i could i would make video and tell everyone that I'm not over my ex-famous-singer-girlfriend. but that would be... what? a disaster? most certainly.

i seriously need to move on and stop it with these crazy ideas. i just won a fucking grand prix. i'm at the top of my career. i should be out there partying not being miserable here scrolling on twitter.

i think about going out and celebrating but it kinda seems off. and then i see something on twitter that catches my attention. there are a bunch of people tagging me in the same video. i open it up and my eyes widen as i realize it's y/n onstage. and then i listen to what she says.

"this song is for those people that leave your side, and how a part of is still in love with them, even after they're long gone"...

i cover my mouth with my hand the whole video as my heart starts beating faster and faster. this is it.

she still loves me. and i still love her.

i gotta do something about that.

V. (lando pov)

sometimes i don't like to be a public figure, to be recognized all the time when i'm out in public. now is not like that. right now i'm very happy i'm famous. i knew which hotel y/n would be staying at. we were together for four years, of course i remember her favorite one. i get to the lobby and i directly head for the front desk attendant. his eyes light up as he recognizes me and after a couple of words-and the promise of a signed hoodie- he tells me the number of y/n's room. my heart is about to jump out of my chest as i enter the elevator and i press the button of the 12th floor. the elevator doors open after what feels like forever and i start looking for the room #444.

i'm gonna get her back.

i knock on her door with a shaky hand. and after a couple of seconds the door opens. and i'm staring at her brown eyes. i can't help but think of how pretty she is. of how much i've missed her. how wrong it was for us to break up, no matter how difficult it was for the relationship to be 100% stable.

"four months. four months and thirteen days ago, if i'm not mistaken. that's the day we called it off. we decided to part ways because we both were so busy with our lives and our uprising success that we couldn't find a way to stay together and spend as much time as we needed with each other. i let you go and i'll be damned if i didn't think that was the worst thing i've ever done."

she opens her mouth to speak but i don't let her, because i need to let it all out before all the courage leaves me.

"i tried to move on. partly because i supposed you were too. but it was useless. i still look for you after every race. i still wish to hug you after every win. i miss to wake up beside you. i miss your voice. your way to see the world. i miss feeling whole again. and i didn't say anything sooner because i didn't want to ruin anything for you in case you had found your peace and had left me behind. but i saw that video today. i saw your speech before that song and i know how much you like to talk about the song you're about to sing. that's when i realized that... maybe it hadn't been hard just for me, but for you too. maybe i wasn't the only one who missed every little thing about you. maybe it's not just me that still loves you. maybe you still love me too."

VI. (y/n pov)

my eyes water as i listen to all the things he's saying to me. he is not with any other girl. he's here, at my door, telling me he still loves me. he finishes his speech and takes a ragged breath. staring at me. i take it all in. his voice. his beautiful eyes. the way he's an inch taller than me. his hair that looks like he's been running his hand on it a million times. and the fact that he hasn't moved on. just like i haven't.

my hands move on their own accord to cup his cheeks. i feel he leans into my palm and he closes his eyes briefly, then he opens them when i start speaking.

"you changed my life, lando norris. with your childish smile and your shiny cars and your heart of gold. of course i still love you. i don't think i'd be able to feel the way i feel about you with anyone else. when i saw you were spotted with that girl i... i thought it was over for us. i thought it was my sign to move on. but here you are." his hands hold mine and he says:

"she means nothing to me. i tried to look at her that way but it was impossible. she isn't you. you're the only person i want to be with. i love you, y/n. that will never change."

i can't stop myself from launching forward and join our lips in a kiss. a kiss that i've been dreaming of for four months and thirteen days. a kiss that not only tells him how much he means to him but tells me how much i mean to him, and how much we've missed each other. the kiss deepens as i take a step back, taking him into the room with me. he closes the door behind him as he places his hands on my hips and pushes me against the right wall of the room. my hands are on his hair, on his neck, on his chest. i can't have enough of him. i can't believe i finally have him back. we break the kiss and join our foreheads together.

"congrats on your win."

"yeah, i'm about to show you how much i want to celebrate it with you." he joins our lips again as he lifts me up and my legs curl around him.

...

i wake up to a sleeping lando by my side. his lips are slightly parted, and he looks so peaceful. i always enjoy to watch him like this, he's such an active person, always running around, making people laugh, driving fast cars. i always find it fascinating to watch him this calm. my hand strokes his cheek and i begin to leave little kisses on the moles on his face. he slowly opens his eyes as i giggle.

"good morning."

"good morning indeed." he gives me a quick kiss.

"it feels a bit surreal to have you here with me", i say, resting my head on his chest.

"i've been dreaming about it for too long. it was about time we came back to each other", he says, stroking my hair with his hand. we stay like this for a while. and then i turn to face him.

"promise me we won't walk away ever again. we will face every challenge, every turn, everything. together." he nods, looking at my lips and then back to my eyes.

"i promise you i'm not letting you go ever again, we can get through everything together."

"and i better never see that armani model near you again, do you hear me?" i tease him. he throws his head back as he laughs. that laugh that could light up a room. i've missed it so much.

"copy. do you have any other requests?"

my hand on his chest slowly makes his way to his navel, getting lower and lower.

"mmhm. box, box, box?"

"i really hope that stands up for sex, sex, sex." we both laugh and then i'm over him, kissing every part of his body. thinking about how much i love this beautiful boy and how everything finally feels right again.

Charles Leclerc x Vettel!Reader - Social Media AU

y/nvettel

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y/nvettel pretty sure i’m being bribed

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redbullracing we would never try to bribe you … but hypothetically is it working?

y/nvettel hypothetically i’m on a caffeine cleanse but the flowers are lovely 🫣

mercedesamgf1 “bribed” is so harsh, we much prefer “gifted”

mickschumacher what they said

y/nvettel i know you put them up to this, micky mouse

astonmartinf1 what could possibly beat our cupcakes?

mercedesamgf1 our chocolates

tipsytifosi nothing from ferrari?

scuderiaferrari keep an eye out 🔜

y/nvettel

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y/nvettel many teams have tried to buy my love but only one succeeded by sending along a cute monégasque

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charles_leclerc all in a day’s work

arthur_leclerc has charles happened to mention that he’s had a massive crush on you since he was teammates with your brother?

charles_leclerc shut it, arty

y/nvettel did he really?

y/nvettel it’s just funny because i’ve had a massive crush on him since then too

charles_leclerc we were pretty oblivious

scuderiaferrari should we add “matchmaker” to our resume now?

forzafiona charles is called il predestinato for a reason 😌

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charles_leclerc back in red where she belongs

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y/nvettel you made a good selling point 😘

scuderiaferrari is it too early to sign any future leclerc-vettel children to lifetime contracts?

feralferrari you guys are taking this whole matchmaker thing really seriously 😳

tifositalking it’s smart business trying to secure the next generation

sebastianvettel I may not be around the paddock anymore but I still know where you live and I take my big brother duties very seriously

y/nvettel halfway around the world and you still find ways to embarrass me

sebastianvettel I only do it because I love you, schwesterchen

*translated from german: little sister*

y/nvettel i love you too. even when you annoy me

charles_leclerc i promise to do everything in my power to treat y/n like a princess

y/nvettel you are the sweetest, schatz

always you –felipe drugovich.

slightly inspired for that one scene from little women

pov: felipe decides to confess his feelings for you after he finds out he might lose you.

"marcus snached that win from me really. it was a great move the one he did at the beginning of the race." clément goes on, he can't shut up about yesterday's race.

felipe rolls his eyes. "yeah well i really don't want to hear more about mar-"

"and now after that win he's definitely getting y/n to go with him on that trip he told me about, and since they've been seeing each other for some time he's gonna ask her for the real deal. you know i always thought y/n kind of liked you a bit but well-", clément says rapidly, but felipe feels every word like an heavy weight dropping on his heart.

"he's gonna do what?", felipe furrows his eyebrows. marcus and y/n in a serious relationship? he feels out of breath. the thought of losing you choking him.

"yeah he really likes her and she seems happy with him so he told me he would organize a trip and he would talk to her-"

"when? did he tell you when is the trip happening?", he stands up, as he grabs his phone to message you.

are you at the hotel?

he presses send.

"mmhm i don't know, he said he would tell her after the race but i don't know when or where are they going", clém says, weirded out by felipe's sudden change of mood.

"i gotta go, talk to you later", he quickly says as he heads out to go find you.

he won't let you go. he can't. no matter how much he tells himself you deserve better than him. and no matter how many times he tries to be with another girl, it doesn't change his feelings for you, those feelings that he tries to hide and bury deep inside of him.

his phone sounds. it's you.

yes.

you reply.

he's gonna tell you everything.

.

you're packing your stuff when you hear a knock on your door. it's him.

"hey", you say.

"hey. are you busy?", he asks.

"just packing", you answer. you shouldn't but you step aside and you let him in. like you always do.

he stays quiet for a bit as you come back to the bed to put the remaining things inside your bag.

"don't go on that trip", he lets out, with his face full of pain. the pain of fully losing you. and he hates how selfish he is. "don't go with him."

you freeze, hating him, hating this, hating what he still does to you. "don't you dare", you say, your lips forming a straight line, trying to pull yourself together before him. you keep your eyes on the bag, incapable of looking at him. there is no way he's doing this now, after all these years.

"i'm sorry", he shakes his head as he walks closer to you.

"so now that you've got no one, now it's the time that you decide to do this huh? when you have no one better, that's when you come for me.", your eyes water.

he doesn't hesitate to cup your cheeks and make you look at him straight in the eye, "don't you ever say that again. not when everytime i was with someone i compared them to you, always tired of thinking how would it be if they were you. and i got sick of it, sick of staying behind, sick of trying to deny how you've always been the one i want to be with. you are and will always be too good for me, but i can't let you go and lose forever the opportunity to be with you and become the man that you deserve."

tears fall from your eyes. you don't say a word, thoughts still running through your mind. he has always wanted you but never did because he thought he didn't deserve you?

"fuck you", you let out, looking to his eyes. he doesn't look away, he holds you gaze and he slightly nods.

"ask me to leave and i will", his hands don't leave your face. he knows you won't ask that. he knows you, he knows what he has to do, and what he wants to do.

"fuck you."

seconds that feel like years go by, until one of his hands goes behind your head and he closes the gap once and for all. the kiss is intense, fierce, there's no holding back now. you're both mad at each other for waiting so long for this to happen. your entire body is in flames, the kiss lightning up a fire in you. your hands are on his neck, you kiss him relentlessly.

you're both selfish, choosing each other after everything that has happened. him finally coming to you after you've been loving him all this time. and you choosing him even after that, because even though marcus makes you feel so special, you know you would always made this choice. it would always be felipe, no matter what, no matter after how long.

the kiss ends and you join your foreheads together, you can feel him slightly shaking his head.

"i love you", he says. "is it too late?"

you let out a sigh. "it will never be too late for you." and that's irrevocably the truth.

“People don’t become gay, bisexual, pansexual, transexual. People just fall in love with another person.”

— Calum Hood

midnights x msc47

author's note; i love taylor swift and i love mick schumacher even more summary; a bad race is easily fixed by dancing with you in your kitchen to taylor swift word count; 0.8K warnings; fluff characters; american!Reader x Mick Schumacher

You were overjoyed to be home. The air felt different in the US. And as dear as Switzerland was to your heart, you wanted to fall to the floor and kiss the ground. You had a little apartment in your home state, one you and Mick had agreed to spend the week in after the Texas race. You usually rented it out, but you had make sure to start dealing with short term rentals when Mick brought the idea up the year before. You could only get the week off of work from Sunday to the next Wednesday. Perfect for you to be able to relax for the week with your boyfriend, but you would have to miss COTA and all the fun that came along with it. Honestly you were disappointed, but the giddiness of the time with Mick outshone it.

When you got home you immediately turned on the race and began setting the place up. Sheets were put down, pillows fluffed. Just in time for you to sit down on the couch with a glass of wine and watch the almost devastating end to the race. Stroll's DNF, Vettel's pit stop, Mick's drop to the back of the grid. The only highlight was that you truly liked all the drivers on the podium. Being Mick's girlfriend had earned you mostly pleasant interactions with the other drivers, but you could say wholeheartedly that Charles, Lewis, and Max deserved the wins. You grabbed your phone to text Carlos a sympathetic message, and then opened your messages with your boyfriend. you did great, babe. i'm proud of you. i'll be waiting at home for you xx He replied after a few minutes, and you turned the sound of the post race interviews down. i love you You smiled down at your phone, sending him back an i love you too before turning your phone off. You knew it would be at least a few hours before he walked through the door, so you turned on a random show and settled in.

When Mick walked in you were cooking dinner and listening to Taylor Swift's new album. At the sight of you in the kitchen, hips swaying and head bobbing along to the rhythm, he felt himself relax. The race hadn't gone the way he wanted- So good until suddenly it wasn't anymore, on top of a penalty for exceeding track limits. His shoulders visibly fell and he exhaled loudly, alerting you to his presence. You didn't stop your slight sway, bounding over to him with a small dance and lightly grasping his hands to pull him to you. He complied, chest pressing flush against yours as he wrapped his arms completely around you and smiled down at you. You laced yours around his neck, fingers playing softly with his hair. "Hi, baby." You said. "Hi." He cooed back, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. You could feel his loving smile. "What song is this?" "Mastermind. It's Taylor Swift's new album." "I love it. I love you." You laughed at his sweet words, blushing lightly. "Stop it." You giggled, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his solid chest. Your nervous state made him laugh, dropping his chin onto your head as he held you to him. There was a comfortable silence and suddenly he felt so heavy with adoration. You pulled away first, leaving him cold. You pulled his arms off of you, hands inching down them as you did so you could lace your fingers through his. "Dance with me." You told him. "Alright." He grinned. The song had changed during your tender moment, the soft synth and calming drums of The Great War giving the perfect backdrop to the romantic dance. Mick twirled you, you twirled him. Kisses were shared, loving touches and teenage like moves pulled. When the song finally changed you wrapped one of your arms against his middle and he obliged, pressing up against you again. "I should have asked, how are you?" "Better now." He admitted. "Taylor helps." You kissed him. "Me and Taylor will always be here to help. Now I have to finish up dinner." Mick clicked his tongue. "Let it burn- we can order pizza. I just want to hang out with you." You laughed but peeled away from him. "Go sit down. It'll take ten minutes, and then you and I can sit and watch a movie. Okay?" "I can think of some much more fun ways to spend ten minutes." He purred suggestively, reaching for you again. You giggled, lightly slapping his hands away. "Sit." "Fine, fine. At least a kiss?" "Mick!" "Okay! I'm going."

twitch stream | pedri gonzalez

requested: yes/no

request: can i request a pedri x reader based on lando's lego building stream with his (now ex) gf luisa. I cant add links in an anon req but if u search up "lando and luisinha" on youtube and click the first video by anya (the april 15, 2022 one) if you don't know what i'm referring to lol the clip at time stamp 49:07 blew up on tik tok and i think it's super cute maybe the chat asking reader if pedri has has taught her any spanish and she says no as a joke? sorry for the long request have a good day x

pairing: pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

warnings: none

word count: 600

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you had been streaming on twitch for the last couple of years, and had managed to amass quite a large following in that time. you mainly did gaming, but you also would enjoy just sitting and talking to your followers.

recently, you had just moved into your own apartment, and had set up a stream room for yourself, but you were still in the middle of setting it up. the walls were painted, all the shelves were up, and all the lights you wanted were attached either to your walls or ceiling. but you just had some posters that you still had to hang up, and a couple of other things that you needed to put up on your shelves.

one of those things that you needed to build was your millennium falcon lego set. it was no secret to anyone who knew you that you were a fan of star wars, and you'd always wanted one of the big lego sets, and you thought your stream room was the perfect place to put it.

pedri was over at your place for the evening, just hanging out and eating food, when you realised you couldn't wait to build your set any longer. you had streamed the rest of the setting up of your stream room, so you were obviously going to stream this.

when you told pedri that you were going into your room to stream, and build your millennium falcon, he asked if he could join you, and before you knew it, the two of you were about a quarter of the way through, and had been on stream for a couple of hours.

your stream was filled with the two of you being silly and just messing around with each other, sometimes not even getting much building done as you were too busy laughing at something the other person had said. you were also constantly reading your chat, as it wasn't often that they saw pedri in your stream, so your followers took this as their moment to ask him as many questions as they could think of.

"has pedri taught you any spanish?" you read out loud from the screen in front of you. "no, he doesn't like talking to me that much. he's only talking to me now because i'm letting him help build my lego set."

pedri's head shot up, looking at you with an offended look on his face, which made you throw your head back in laughter. "excuse me, i teach you spanish all the time, you just never listen to me."

you gasped, putting your hand on your chest to add to your dramatics. "i do listen to you, you're just a horrible teacher, so i can never understand what you're saying."

"that's the whole point of me teaching you, y/n. i do teach her spanish, i promise," he says, looking at the chat, who were loving the interaction between the two of you. "go on, say something in spanish, you know a lot."

"no," you said, looking down at the lego pieces in your hands. "i don't want people to laugh at me if i get it wrong."

"no one will laugh at you, and you're really good anyway, i don't know why you doubt yourself," he said, giving you a small nod, an indication to say something in his language.

"no, i'm too shy," you said, covering your face with your hands.

pedri laughed, looking at you with a huge smile on his face. "trust me, chat, she can speak some spanish, she'll be fluent before you know it."