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I don't know why I'm getting excited for the season to start. its not like I'm not going to have a mental breakdown if mclaren is bad
Finished this pencil drawing of my favorite driver as a kid. It was fun and a great learning experience. Can’t wait to build more skill.
And every human on Earth. So accurate the
howls of hilarity. But damn. It shouldn't be.
He whines so much tho. Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Look, I learned something from them Mercedes boys.🤣
i think hell is just being forced to listen to lewis' engineer shouting "get in there lewis" on repeat for eternity
“The Formula One equivalence of Bambi on Ice”
Funny when @CroftyF1 says this about Monza weather, but Charles Leclerc be like a BAMF like 🤫
“I am the new Master of Wet and Straight.” 😆👇
👏👏👏
Here it goes for a good Quali Round at Monza!
#DagheCharles
Moon of my life... ❤️❤️❤️😭
Step forth to take your Iron Throne.
Charles Leclerc, one BAMF (!!!)
STORMBORN
This photo needs a Queen’s Speech👇.
Charles Leclerc, Ladies and Gentlemen👏❤️
The Love of a Mother.❤️
Nathalie Hubert and Charles Leclerc during the Belgian Grand Prix 2019.
You know, I'm not a fan of Lewis, but even I have to say, I hurt to my deepest core when they get hurt. Something can happen, man.
Fuck. They’re our family. They might be our rivals in the track, but that's it.
Their lives is more significant than anything else. Having said that if you’ll unfollow me for that, have at it.
I’m just glad LH44 is okay.
To all the fans who just started cheering when Lewis crashed:
Fuck you
Reminder.
Charles Leclerc deserves better.
Waiting for that big win so we can celebrate with you but until then we are with you on the sidelines on both and on the hillsides, on the ups and the downs. The Tifosi with you Champ. Always. 🙌🔥🔥🔥
Resign Binotto. Binotto, Resign.
Carlos es la mamá de Los pollitos. 🐣🐥
Land Norris just wants some milk, mommy!
Some Dani Ricciardo gifs, for the birthday of this astronomical one of a kind Unicorn legend. 🥳🎂🥂
Never change Dani Ric. Never change! 👏👏👏
🤣🤣👏🤭🦄🦄🦄
When Charles Leclerc is “Lelerc” and Chal Lelerc fixes it for the Tifosi. 😂👌
Valteri Bottas, FrenchGP, 2019
More Schumi gifs. One from Brazil and the offer from Budapest. Legend!
Michael Schumacher. Keep Fighting, Kaiser!!!
Michael Schumacher. The Kaiser. The BEST F1 driver in history. Him and Ayrton Senna defined entire generations. Nobody, not even those fanboys crying that certain McLaren drivers are the best can take this from him.
Hate me for saying this, but it isn't going to happen. Schumi FOREVER.
KEEP FIGHTING!
Some Raceday gifs of Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz at Le Castellet. France. 😆
The bromance is real.
Bottas and Hamilton wished they had this ship.
The key to a good partnership is everything to win races or make things work, and they're heading that way.
Sometimes wonder if the Ferraris have ever ship this hard.🙏🥺❤️
Is everything. 😭👇
As a mom of boys, all I can say is,
Never change boys.
Never ever change. You're changing F1 for me.
Thank You. Truly.
This was gold, Carlos smearing his ice cream like a good brother would. My brother Carlos does that still.🤣 Tio! 🙋♀️🏻👏👏👏
Revenge is a dish best-served cold? Hah! Puns.
Whoever wrote this, this is perfection.😆🔥
F1 drivers as people you work with
Lewis: low level management, email signature is #Blessed, goes to the gym every day before work and tells you about it, brings his own lunch every day and always offers to let you try some
Valtteri: also goes to the gym every day but doesnt talk about it, talks all the time about how impressive his wife is, the first person to say “so, we’re all going out for drinks tonight right?”, has like 4 drinks more than anyone else but is never hungover
Sebastian: wants a management position but is just a little too oblivious and plays obvious favorites, accidental snitch (asks you “hey, how was the concert last night?” right in front of the manager that you called out ‘sick’ to), weirdly anal retentive about the coffee maker in the break room
Kimi: probably liked this job once but is now just here for the paycheck, bribed the IT guy to get him off of the weekly office-wide corporate emails, seems like the most boring guy but is actually a great cook and does tons of fun stuff over the weekend, can’t work the fancy new coffee machine to work so Seb makes him coffee every day
Daniel: wanted to be a comedian or an actor or something but figured he needed a 'fall back’ with a steady paycheck, always roasting everyone but is the first person to defend you from angry clients or management, always knows about the best restaurants and microbreweries, the person who remembers everyone’s birthdays and brings in treats
Max: kind of gets a bad rap because of an Incident with a Family Member that no one will let him live down and also because he makes a bunch of mistakes, but when he’s good he’s GOOD so they probably won’t fire him, always asking to borrow your charger and just leaves it somewhere in the break room, goes to get water like 11 times a day because he won’t just bring a water bottle
Pierre: impeccable fashion sense, if only he’d do something decent with his hair he could be super hot, every year gives his secret santa fancy cool patterned socks, drinks water out of a blender bottle
Brendon: super chill and easy to get along with but for some reason management doesn’t like him, brings in the good coffee for the break room coffee machine, breaks the copier at least once a week, had anxiety over whether or not to invite the whole office to his wedding or just his friends
Lance: got his job because his dad owns the company, pretty ok guy but no one wants to be friends with him because of his dad, prints out pictures of memes and hangs them up at his desk, always gets chinese food delivered for lunch but can’t use chopsticks
Sergey: got the job because he’s friend of Lance’s, is either the nicest guy or will 100% burn this place to the ground but no one can get a read on him, always tries to leave early on thursdays because that’s when he has dinners with his mom, always wants to see your dog pictures
Fernando: definitely loves this job even though no one can figure out why, always turning down better offers from better companies, total snitch (tells management “so did you see the cool pictures that X posted of the concert they went to last night?”), has a private Instagram but always complains when anyone else does, constantly leaving the coffee maker a mess to make Seb mad
Stoffel: was trained by Fernando, either only has 2 pairs of pants or just several of the same 2 pairs, always smells really good even though apparently he just wears knock-off cologne, signs birthday cards really big so that everyone else in the office runs out of room
Carlos: everyone’s office crush, completely unaware of how hot he is, most consistent member of the team even though he’s never recognized for it, the guy who inexplicably signs the back of every card even if there’s tons of room to write on the inside, will always eat the last donut/cookie/piece of cake
Nico: serial dater, never in dress code but management never notices, will tell you “there’s donuts in the breakroom” even though he KNOWS there’s just one half of a smooshed maple glaze left, thinks he’s “The Jim” when really he’s Andy, always says he wants overtime but will literally hang up a phone call if it’s even 5 minutes before closing time
Romain: complains so much that no one really pays attention to him, clients are always mispronouncing his name and he doesn’t even correct them anymore (“yes, this is Gross Jeans, how can i help you?”), has a million pictures of his wife and kids, will screenshot his facebook status to then post on Instagram
Kevin: absolutely the funniest guy in the office without trying to be, always drinking energy drinks you’ve never heard of, always has his sleeves up so you can see his tattoos, compliments everyone else on their tattoos, holds grudges for days
Sergio: tells everyone that taco bell isn’t real mexican food but eats taco bell twice a week, super in to charity work and volunteers almost every weekend, wears futbol jerseys to work all season even though he always gets in trouble for it, the guy who’s just good at literally everything he ever does
Esteban: totally the most petty guy you’ve ever worked with, was on student council in high school and listed that on his resume, leaves the premises for lunch but never tells anyone where he goes, but always returns phone chargers that Max leaves laying around
Marcus: always wants to order food, always signs up to bring something for the office party but then forgets and is late that day because he has to stop and get chips and dip on the way in to work, other than the party food has a great memory, remembers everyone’s kid’s and spouse’s names and birthdays, lives for crossfit
Charles: has had a rough life but is always so positive, seriously NEVER ask him about his family, goes to the gym after work so that he can say “sorry guys id love to go to happy hour but my gym buddy is counting on me” even though everyone knows it’s because he’s not 21 yet, always brings ramen in to work even though there’s no way to cook it so he just leaves it in the breakroom
BONUS:
Nico Rosberg: transferred branches when he got a promotion and Lewis is hella salty about it
Daniil: was fired for making the same mistake that Max makes constantly but is still out there living his best life i guess
Go Kaiser, GO!
Looks like Christmas is coming a bit early.
The last time Martini wore a F1! It was 2018 and it wasn't the best year for the Williams team.
Max Verstappen 2021 F1 World Champion on Red Bull
Celebration post because I’ve no enough words.
blind date — oscar piastri
summary: short story | your friends set up a blind date for you. it couldn't be a person of the paddock. turns out they didn't agree to that and a certain good looking aussie shows up.
everyone could see it, and everybody could feel the tension between you two whenever you were together in the paddock.
everyone, of course, except you two. you two liked to ignore it.
there were feelings, but feelings were too complicated and your lives were complicated enough as it was since working in formula 1 meant you had to be running from one place to another.
your relationship started back in 2021. as a prema employee of course you had heard of oscar, the driver leading the fia formula 3 championship, but you didn't get introduced to him until he was promoted to f2, where you worked.
having won both formula renault and formula 3 when you met him you were expecting someone very different. egocentric maybe? two championships in a row made some people's egos increase significantly, but oscar had to be the most down-to-earth guy you'd met.
he was very polite, a bit shy but actually very funny, and you two seemed to get along just fine. and, as the f2 season developed you quickly became oscar's favorite person in the paddock (not that he ever mentioned that to you).
and then oscar was crowned champion and you realized that he wouldn't be around so much anymore and you thought that you would drift apart. but you didn't. and so your relationship became even more tight , and precious to you.
you two liked to think what it would be like to be together whenever no one was looking, but none of you were brave enough to say that. so you admired each other from a distance.
when oscar's duties were to be alpines' reserve driver he would always sneak up to the f2 paddock to see you, and talk to you. and so it went like that for that entire season. after abu dhabi, your friends were tired of seeing you two look at each other with heart eyes so they decided to pull some strings.
be at the restaurant at 9, and dress fancy; those were the two requirements your friends had told you before the blind date. now it was 9:12 pm you were stressed because your "date" hadn't arrived and you kept asking to yourself why did you accept to do this in the first place.
you snapped out of your head when you realized someone was standing right next to your table you looked up to shockingly see your favorite aussie boy.
"mr piastri", you said with a glint of confusion in your voice. he hated to be called like that, so of course you always liked to mess around with him.
"miss y/ln", he said with a smile, "are you here as a part of a blind date kind of situation?", he was so fucking glad it was her who was sitting at the table.
to be honest, oscar didnt expect much from the blind date when his friends came to share his proposal to him. now, he couldn't be happier he said yes.
"yeah and i guess you're here for that as well", you said smirking. they fucking did it, you kept thinking. they realized i am crazy for this silly boy. you would yell at your friends later for lying to you, but right now you had a date.
you two skipped the nervousness first dates usually bring, having known oscar for quite some time it was just rather enjoyable to be eating and chatting with him, just the two of you. maybe you should've done this sooner.
turns out oscar was a wine lover, he was rather used to the alcohol but you weren't, and by the end of the evening you found yourself tipsy and very, very talkative.
so when oscar brough his hand to your lower back to guide you to his car to drive you home, you looked at those pretty brown eyes, and you opened your mouth to said what you had been thinking the whole night.
"how long is it gonna take for you to admit that you like me?", to make the matter even worse, after hearing your words oscar faintly blushed. god you really wanted you kiss him right now.
he cleared his throat, "i guess i could simply ask you the same thing right now"
you couldn't help but to laugh, "i asked first"
he smiled, and you'd thought this since the moment you met him, you would never get tired of seeing that smile. "i like you, y/n, from the moment i laid my eyes on you on the prema garage, and i kept liking you even after hearing you call me mr piastri a thousand times", he placed a piece of your hair behind your ear, "even after earning too many problems for sneaking to the f2 paddock just to see you, and i feel a bit ashamed for not saying it sooner"
you couldn't find the right words, he was looking at you with the sweetest look on his face. you kissed him because not all the words in the world could say as much as that kiss, and you knew it. he knew it too.
my favorite person —felipe drugovich
pov: you're a journalist and you always interview him but one day you're not doing the interviews and he starts worrying about you.
a very chaotic feature race just ended and you were ready to talk to the drivers. you were the one in charge of interviewing the podium sitters. first you talked to frederik vesti who had gotten p3, then to jack doohan who had gotten p2, and eventually it was time for you to talk to your favorite person in the f2 paddock (not that anyone knew that, or at least you thought you weren't that evident in showing it)
felipe drugovich had a very big smile on his face, and little did you know he was as happy to see you as you were to see him. felipe wasn't fond of the cameras and the microphones, in fact he was a rather shy with most reporters, but your interviews were different. you were different. he loved talking to you, it was the only time he really enjoyed getting in front of the cameras.
you matched his big smile. "p1 yesterday and p1 today, barcelona really is the place for you, isn't it?", he laughed and your heart started jumping up and down.
"yeah it has been an incredible weekend. the team didn't make any mistakes and i gave it all out there and we got the best result we could've hoped for", he said. his gaze never left yours. you two talked a bit about the race but like always, it had to end and you both had to be somewhere else.
as quick as your interviews were, he had found himself looking for you at every race weekend. he liked your presence and the way you expressed yourself, always polite but never afraid to ask the real questions. f2 was always a very agitated scenario but those moments that he spotted you around the paddock and got to say hello to you or even just exchange looks was something that he really appreciated.
"congratulations for both wins", you said to him to end the interview. you were truly amazed by him, he was an incredible driver but what you liked the most about him was that he never lost his sweet personality, even after weekends like this when he was on top of everything and everyone.
"thank you very much, y/n", he winked at you and left. you didn't know what you liked more, the way he said your name or his winks. it had become a bit of a habit for felipe to wink at you after the interviews.
he was really unsure about asking you out, because he didn't know if you even saw him that way, and if you didn't then it would be very awkward.
.
the sixth round of the f2 calendar came and you were not in conditions to interview anyone. you had talked to your boss before friday and told him you had problems with your voice and by the time friday came, you barely had any voice left, so one of your colleagues took your place.
felipe won the feature race yet again, and he hadn't seen you around during the weekend but he was sure he would see you for the post race interview. he was wrong. the person in charge was not you but a guy he had talked to a couple of times.
before he could stop himself he said the first thing that came to his mind, "you're not the person i expected to see", he fidgeted with the collar of his race suit.
the guy laughed, "yes, y/n had a problem with her voice and couldn't be here today. but anyway, another great race for you." felipe quickly wrapped up after a couple of minutes. he kept thinking about you, and he wanted to know if you were okay but didn't know how.
after that he was in the trailer laying in his bed while clément was on his phone. he broke the silence, "clém you know y/n the journalist who always interviews us post race right", he said and turned to his teammate.
"oh i don't know, felipe, maybe i wouldn't remember her if you didn’t always talk about how cute she looks", he said sarcastically and didn't take his eyes off his phone.
"dont know if you noticed but she wasn't here today, and somebody told me she had a problem with her voice and-", he stopped because clém suddenly interrupted him.
"that's why you were so quiet! oh my man you're down bad", he looked at felipe, "you're worried about her"
blood rushed into his cheeks and his hand went to his hair and brushed it, "well yeah i am you fucker, but i don't know how to find out if she's okay or not"
"leading the championship but doesn't know how to talk to a girl. you have to be kidding me", clém chuckled. "dm her on instagram, champ", wiggling his eyebrows he reached out and grabbed felipe's phone, then handed it to him.
felipe wanted to punch himself for not thinking that before. you already followed each other. he searched your user and typed a short message.
heyy y/n it was weird not seeing you around. i heard you had problems with your voice :( is everything ok?
he read it like 10 times before sending it.
if you could have screamed when you got the notification of his message, you would have done it. you certainly weren't expecting him to even notice you hadn't been around. you wasted no time to answer him.
hi felipe :) that's so sweet, thank you for messaging me. to be honest it was weird not being on the paddock haha. im alright! just lost my voice because of the flu. but it's only a matter of time until i come back.
he couldn't help but to smile at his phone and clém started laughing, felipe punched him on the arm and replied to you.
glad to hear that! i hope to see you soon.
i hope to see you soon too! and also congrats on the win ;)
after that you spent the rest of the day sending messages to each other, which was something that both of you were really excited about.
.
two weeks passed until the seventh round of the calendar and you two hadn't stopped talking. you found it was really easy to talk to felipe, the conversation never felt forced, and you quite enjoyed his sense of humour.
felipe was over the moon. he loved talking to you and he now was seriously thinking about asking you out. he felt very comfortable talking to you.
you were talking to a man holding a camera when he spotted you. felipe went still for a moment, taking in how beautiful you looked and much he had missed your presence, then shaked his head and went over to say hello to you.
the butterflies in your stomach went mad when you saw him approaching. you quickly said goodbye to karl, one of the cameramen who worked with you.
felipe gave you a kiss on the cheek, "hi, happy to see you again", you blushed a little and he found it adorable.
"happy to be back! how are you?" you asked.
"great, excited to be racing again. those two weeks felt like a lot more"
"yeah i get the feelin-", somebody from mp called felipe at that moment. he told them he would be right there in a second and turned to you. you didn't want to waste his time. "go, go, good luck today ", you said.
"thank you, y/n", he said, feeling mad about how little time he had talked to you after waiting two weeks to see you again. "see you later"
dennis won on sunday and all the boys were planning on going out to celebrate. felipe knew it was time to make his move. he texted you to know if you were still in the paddock and when you said yes, he asked you to come to the mp motorhome. he was waiting for you there.
"hey", you said when you saw him, he had changed out of his race suit and was wearing a purple shirt. that colour really suited him, you thought. "what's up?"
"hello, y/n", he greeted you. it was now or never, he thought. "the boys are planning to go out tonight, and i wanted to ask you, i mean- if you aren't too tired, if you wanted to come with me to the party", he said. you could tell he was nervous and you felt the sudden urge to kiss him right there. but you knew better than that.
you pursued your lips and nodded, "alright yeah i'd love to go with you", you said. and you both kinda stayed there smiling at each other for a bit until he snapped back to reality. you said yes. you were going out with him.
"great!", his hand went to the back of his neck, "i'll pick you up at 11"
"perfect", you said feeling like you were floating, "see you tonight, then"
.
the night went more than amazing. the club was packed when you arrived, so felipe took the opportunity and grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the boys were drinking. dennis, liam, marcus, jehan, and a guy who introduced himself as james were all sitting at the table. they obviously noticed you and felipe where holding hands but thankfully they didn't say a word about it, you were glad of that because well.. at the end of day you worked with all of them every race weekend and the last thing you wanted was them acting weird around you.
after saying hello to all of them, felipe asked you if you wanted to get a drink and you nodded, then both of you headed to the bar. there you found a tipsy clément novalak.
"y/n!", he said the moment he saw you, he gave you a quick hug and shaked hands with felipe, "great to see you around, looking cute as always wouldn't you agree, felipe?"
you smiled and turned to see felipe. the expression on his face was a work of art as he said, "yeah you know i agree, mate marcus was looking for you"
"yeah i'll go straight to our table now, have a lovely night you two", he hugged you again and the hugged felipe and just like that he was gone.
a laugh escaped your lips. "i never heard marcus saying anything about clément".
"oh i didn't either", he smirked at you and ordered some beers for the two of you.
you laughed and you talked and you danced together. felipe didn't strike you as the type of guy that liked to dance, and you were surprised when he asked you dance with him, in reality he was great and you loved every minute of it.
you still couldn't comprehend how you were out in a club with felipe drugovich. the same felipe who winked at you after interviews, the felipe who drove fast cars for a living, the felipe that you had been admiring from afar for quite some time now. your hands around his neck, his hands on your waist, you couldn't stop smiling at him. you were mesmerized by him, by his brown eyes and his soft hair and his pink lips.
your gaze dropped to those pink lips you craved to taste, and he didn't let that go unnoticed. he cut the space that separated you and kissed you as the loud music resonated through the club. he kissed you gently, your hands went to his hair and his grip on your waist tightened. he had waited for this moment, he dreamed of kissing you every time he had to look at your lips while you were holding a microphone.
his tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, and the world, the music, everything seemed to stop for a moment. one of his hands went to your cheek and the kiss deepened, he tasted sweet, and you were drowning in him. kissing him felt right. it felt like it was meant to be.
that wasn't the last time you kissed throughout the night and by the time he drove back to the hotel your lips were redder than usual. he walked with you to your room and when you opened the door you turned back to say goodbye to him. as a journalist it was rare to struggle to find the right words to say, but you were feeling so many things you didn't even know what to say. thankfully he broke the silence.
"thank you for coming with me tonight", he said.
"i had a great time", you said, "would love to do it again"
"yeah i'd love that too", he said. he really didn't want to wait a whole ass week just to see you again. "we can have dinner tomorrow if you want", he blurted.
your smile grew bigger, "perfect", you said. "it's a date then"
he hoped there were many more dates to come because he really was crazy about you. he leaned closer and gave you a peck on the lips, "see you tomorrow", he said with a shy smile.
god you were really gonna fall hard for this brazilian boy.
.
months had passed, and lot had happened. felipe was crowned champion, you two had made your relationship official and many dates had been planned.
it was a cold december night and you two went karting, you were sure you had won fair and square, felipe knew he had let you win.
you laughed as you took your helmet off, you held an imaginary microphone on your hand and went over to where he was taking his helmet off. "talk us through that last lap", you joked as if you were interviewing him, "how does it feel mr formula 2 champion, to be beaten by your girlfriend?"
he shaked his head, his smile growing bigger. he felt it more than ever. there, you with your hair messy from the helmet, pointing towards him what was most likely an imaginary microphone, with a giddy smile and your dimples shining under the lights of the karting track. he opened his mouth and said it for the first time. "i love you"
your heart stopped, you lowered your hand and you watched him very still. his curls moving for the night breeze, his beautiful smile, and you saw it in his eyes. love. you let the words sink in, and you didn’t hesitate to speak the words you felt too. "and i love you", you smiled. you were in love with the sweet boy in front of you, and he was in love with you.
felipe cupped your cheeks with both of his hands and softly kissed you. and right there, under the glowing lights of the track, you knew there were many more 'i love you' to come, and many more first times to go through together.
Masterlist ♡
f1 drivers
charles leclerc
mastermind
lando norris
happier
the boy of my dreams
felipe drugovich
sunset
always you
my favorite person
mick schumacher
bright boy
flowers and rain
pierre gasly
gimme, gimme, gimme
oscar piastri
blind date
football players
pedri
i've got my eye on you
i've got my eye on you, too
dreamy boy
the look of love
mastermind –charles leclerc
this is for my f1 swifties <3
he surprised you coming home a day earlier. your heart stopped the moment you opened the door and he was standing there with a big smile on his face. it didn't matter that the two of you had been together for almost two years, you still couldn't believe how lucky you were to have charles all for yourself. he was like a dream.
since you hadn't seen each other for about 2 weeks, you spent all day cuddling and staying in bed, enjoying every bit of each other.
you were mumbling a taylor swift song when the reality hit you. "omg", you sat up straight, "you haven't listened to the new taylor swift album, have you?", you looked at him with a malicious smile forming on your lips.
he knew he wouldn't get out of this even if he lied, "no, not yet."
"well the time has come, my friend", you said and ordered alexa to play your favorite song on the album: mastermind.
the little melody started playing and you gave him a little peck on the lips. "this song reminds me of us", you murmured against his lips.
as taylor sang you started to dance around the room while he watched you sitting on the bed, with a giddy smile. he was mesmerized by you.
and the song did remind you of your relationship with charles. because at the end of the day, even when you wanted to blame it on the stars and fate, you had planned how everything would go when the two of you met.
nothing was accidental. you had been working in the motor industry for 3 years, trying to earn as much respect as possible and get as much experience as you could because working in the aston martin head quarters was one thing, but ultimately, your goal was to work in the aston martin f1 team.
so when your boss told you that he was invited to a special event related to formula 1, you did everything to convince him to take you with him, and eventually, he accepted. your opportunity had finally came. you would meet as many people as you could so maybe, in the future, the possibility to reach f1 would arrive.
but, you also had something else in mind. all the formula 1 drivers would attend to the event as well, and you were determined to gain something out of that. and charles leclerc was the target.
the monegasque driver was single, and you wanted to at least be introduced to him and make a good impression. this was the opportunity of a lifetime, so you wouldn't waste it.
you and your boss went to the special event, and it went incredible. the reason why your boss accepted you to come with him was to introduce you to some very important people, because he knew how much you wanted to work in f1 and he had witnessed how talented you were. so you shaked a lot of hands, and repeated your name over and over again.
however, something even more incredible happened. and it was all because of your persistence. it was very late, and the event was expected to end in any moment. you had heard that all the drivers had their own place in the salon, so you took that opportunity and sneaked into the private terrace the drivers had for themselves.
the place was empty except for a guy looking at the view. you couldn't see his face since you were behind him but you still recognized him. you swiftly joined his side, acting as calmed as possible.
"beautiful view, isn't it?", you said out loud, looking at him on the corner of your eye.
he nodded. "yes", he turned his head to face you, "very beautiful."
you smiled at him. and that was the beginning of it all.
months after that moment, you confessed to him that you had planned to somehow meet him that night, and he assured you he knew it.
"i had never seen you before, and the only people who were allowed to be in that terrace were all people i knew", he said smirking. "i still don't know how you got there", he intertwined his fingers with yours. "but i'm very glad you did. it was fate i guess."
"fate. and myself" , you winked at him.
you knew the song was ending and your favorite part was coming, you sat on his lap and murmured the lyrics very close to his face.
"i laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk on your face, you knew the entire time." , you grabbed his chin and sang the last few lyrics of the song. "you knew that I'm a mastermind, and now you're mine."
you kissed him sweetly, never getting enough of his lips. he broke the kiss and brought one of his hands to gently place it on your cheek. "i love you so much", he said with a bright smile, those dimples that you adored shining at plain sight.
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.
flowers and rain –mick schumacher.
short story i wrote a while ago <3
pov: you and mick took a break, but he shows up on your birthday to talk to you.
you hear a knock on your door. "did you guys order anything?", you ask your friends while you walk to the door. you open it and your heart starts jumping on your chest as you lock eyes with the last person you thought would be standing outside of your apartment. mick gives you a shy smile, holding on for dear life on the flowers he bought for you.
"happy birthday, sunshine", he says, and you can't help but want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. all the emotions you have been pushing away for the past 4 months come at you like a wave, drowning you. your eyes water and you give in, closing the distance between the two of you. you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, closing your eyes, allowing yourself one moment of selfishness. you feel his arms quickly wrap around your waist and you inhale his minty scent, one that you never seem to get enough from.
"thank you, micky", you whisper against his ear. god you've missed him. the hug ends as you both separate from each other, although the minute that is over you are already missing the feeling of his body close to yours. you need to pull yourself together as he gives you the flowers. of course they have to be lilies, mick never forgets how much you love them. you accept them and you extend your arm and signal him to come inside. he does and you close the door, but he quickly stops and turns to look at you.
"i'm sorry i'm here this late", he says. "i just- really needed to see you, and wish you a happy birthday".
"it's fine, we stayed up chatting and all", you say. "mom and the girls came and we had a little party here".
speaking of them, angi calls out to you from your room. "y/n who is it? hurry up or we are gonna eat all the ice cream".
"i'm coming!", you yell at her.
"if you don't mind, i'd really like to talk to you", mick glances at the door and then at you again, feeling nervous. "but if you're busy i'll just-"
"no, don't go", you blurt, hating how needy you sound. but you cant stand the idea of him going away again. you are familiar with the pain that causes. "let me go tell them you're here and we can go to the rooftop and talk privately". you search for a vase to put the flowers on before going to your room. you open the door and put your hand on your mouth, still processing the fact that the boy you love is right outside waiting to talk to you.
your friends all give you confused looks.
"what's wrong? who was it?", mom asks you.
"mick is outside. he brought me flowers. and told me he needed to see me. and talk to me. and oh wish me a happy birthday like he doesn’t know that the best present i could receive is him standing outside of my door", you tell them as you simultaneously see them all open their mouths to form a perfect "o". "so i'm gonna leave you here, and i'm gonna go outside to talk to him, so behave", you say and you don't give them a chance to say anything as you slip away from the room and come back to mick. you both leave the apartment and take the stairs to the rooftop in silence.
what does he want to talk to you about? has he missed you like you've missed him? does he also want to get together because he finds that the world without you does not seem as colorful as it was before? is he gonna tell you he met somebody else and your break is more than over? thousand of questions swirl in your mind. you get to the rooftop and you take the both of you to the pair of chairs that are always in here but he shakes his head, as you hear thunder from afar.
"i would rather not sit. since i've been sitting during most of my trip", he says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he always does that when he's nervous.
you let out a sigh and decide to get this over with and finally know what's going on. "why are you here?"
"you know i've never been able to lie to you, even if i were, it would never be possible for me to hide how much i miss you. because i do, y/n, so fucking much", his blue eyes look sincere, and you feel the sudden need to cry. because it is obvious the break has affected you both the same way. "i understand why we decided to take a break, and it honestly seemed like the right call at the time, but it clearly wasn't. not when i can't seem to stop longing for you at every moment of the day. so i am here now, willing to put my heart out for you but most importantly willing to listen how you feel. and finally end this doubt that eats me alive every day.", his hands grip mine as he gives me a sweet look. "do you miss me too?"
"of course i do, micky. and this break has caused more pain than good. i know we were not in the best position when we decided to part ways for some time, but it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling that is not having you with me." you feel the first drops of rain on your skin, you let go of his hands and take your hands to cup his cheeks. "i love you, mick schumacher, and not even a hundred breaks could make that go away".
rain starts falling from the sky as he closes the gap between the two of you. he kisses you with a burning passion, trying to show you just how much he has thought about this moment. your hands go to his hair and his hands grip your hips. the rain keeps coming down on you. not all the words in the world could describe the kiss, and all the magic it came with it. you break the kiss breathless, and you can't help but to smile at the beautiful boy in front of you, with his red lips and his hair soaking wet.
"this kiss? and under the rain?", you murmur against his lips. "best birthday present i could ever receive". he laughs as you hug him, your head resting on his chest, and his head resting above yours.
"i love you. promise me you will never forget that." he says, closing his eyes.
"i promise", you vow, thinking you couldn't be more in love with him.
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.
And as Daddy yanke said «La nueva, la nueva y la ex» 👀😅
