Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich

THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY

Hello!! Could you do one where pedri and his gf are invited to a grand prix (whichever one + his gf is a tifosi) and pedri gets jealous bc his gf instantly hits off with the drivers

paddock food | pg8

pairing: pedri gonzalez x reader, charles leclerc x platonic!reader, carlos sainz x platonic!reader

warning: none

a/n: i looove this idea, thank u for sending me this! it's pretty short bc i'm supposed to be studying for exams rn but i’m clearly not lol hope u like it! x

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Pedri has no reason to feel this bothered. Not really. In fact, he’d been looking forward to this weekend. But as it is, he does feel extremely bothered right now. Annoyed. Maybe a bit murderous. But that doesn't stop him from putting on an impressively charming smile to meet your expectant gaze, eyes twinkling through the gap of the racing helmet you just put on.

“What do you think?” You ask, striking a dramatic pose. Pedri takes his time to look you up and down, going so far as to twirl you around by the hand. He finds himself cracking a genuine smile before pulling you to his side.

“Not bad,” he says with a teasing tone, “but I do miss your pretty face.”

You snort. “You tried to smother this pretty face with a pillow this morning.”

Pedri grins but quickly remembers that you two aren’t alone when a laugh comes from nearby. His gaze shifts to the two Ferrari drivers standing in front of him.

"Not a morning person?" Charles asks, amusedly.

Pedri shakes his head, arm still wrapped around your waist. "Not really."

You shoot him a funny look. "I think the first degree murder attempt makes that pretty clear."

“I thought a football player like you would be used to waking up early," Charles presses on, still sounding amused. Pedri blinks. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to say to that. He isn’t even sure that statement needs a response. Maybe he’ll just laugh and punch Charles’ arm. Playfully, of course.

His teammate nods, taking a sip from his water bottle. “Right, don’t you have morning practise every day? I know Real Madrid does.” He flashes him a teasing smile. “But hey, I’d understand if Barcelona just isn’t on that level.”

Pedri smiles back, grateful for the easy out. He gives a lazy shrug. “Of course, we have morning practise, but it’s not the same.” Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees you take out your phone, opening the camera app. He turns back to Carlos. “It's easier to wake up when I know I'll be playing football in a couple of minutes.”

Carlos hums and crosses his arms, eyes glazed over like he’s lost in thought. “Yeah, I guess. Makes sense. Hey, do you think I should–” 

“Do you want me to take a picture for you?” Charles suddenly asks, prompting Pedri to turn his attention back to you. He can only see your eyes, but he knows what they look like when you’re beaming at someone and that is exactly what you’re doing right now. Except, the smile is not directed at him and Pedri has to admit he doesn’t like how that feels one bit.

“That’d be great, thank you.” You hand your phone over to Charles and step back, making sure that the race car is in the frame as well. The Monegasque driver drops to one knee and adjusts your phone, eyes fixed on the screen.

“Beautiful,” he says, grinning. Pedri nearly lets out a huff. At least Carlos has the good sense not to say anything, but Pedri has learned that the fellow Spaniard is painfully easy to read. Especially now with his mouth slightly agape and bright gaze focused on you. Pedri isn't even sure he's blinking.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Pedri turns away, keeping his attention solely on you. The effect is almost immediate as he feels the knot in his stomach dissolve. You truly are beautiful, he thinks. Pretty in ways that he could never explain. Maybe he can't really fault Charles and Carlos for thinking the same.

"Charles," the latter calls out, "maybe you should let Y/N drive tomorrow. She looks so much better in your helmet than you do." He send you a wink and Charles laughs.

Never mind, Pedri thinks grimly. He’s going to strangle them both. But before he gets to it, you let out a warm laugh, shaking your head as if you’ve just been told a hilarious joke.

"You're too kind, Sainz." You take off the helmet and hand it back to Charles, slipping your phone in your back pocket without glancing at the pictures he took. "You too, Leclerc. Thanks for the photos." You meet Pedri's eyes for just a split-second and maybe he imagined it, but he's almost certain a smirk is hiding in the corner of your mouth.

You move back to his side. “I’m starving. Let’s go find something to eat.”

“Oh, we have food here,” Charles quips, glancing at Carlos who nods and points over his shoulder.

“Ferrari food. It’s not bad.”

“Not bad,” you snort. Pedri feels something flutter in his stomach as you weave your arm through his. “Thanks, but I think we’ll hunt down a food stand. Maybe find an overpriced greasy burger.” You look at him. “What do you think?”

Pedri smiles back at you. “You know me. Fan of every trackside food truck that smuggles out paddock food.”

“You mean greasy balls of death.”

He shrugs. “As long as it’s undercooked and contaminated.”

“And made by causing several health code violations.” 

Pedri sighs dreamily. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

You laugh and the sound makes him feel all gooey inside. 

“God, you two are weird,” Carlos says and Charles grins at you two, silently agreeing.

“I’d hope so.” You smile warmly at Pedri before turning back to them. “Alright, see ya later, boys.”

As they’re leaving the garage, Pedri leans over to whisper, “We’re not actually getting food from a food truck, are we?” There’s a subtle note of concern in his voice.

You glance sidelong at him and snort. “No. I just thought my jealous boyfriend might either starve to death or challenge someone to a duel if we eat at their hospitality.”

Pedri’s doesn’t think his smile can grow any larger. Looking at you a moment longer, he eventually presses a kiss to your cheek and slings an arm around your shoulder. “Good thinking. Very good thinking.” 

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carlos is always drinking water in these things lol anyway, this is my first time writing in present tense and from someone else’s pov, so i’d love to know what u think (: stay hydrated. like carlos x

no more mister shy guy.

OP x fem!reader

in which you can’t work out why he just won’t sleep with you

i am neither normal, nor am i hinged! i hope you guys get the vision, i literally wrote this last night possessed by some feral urge bc i just love oscar sm and i’ve been needing to write for him sooo baaad. enjoy! pls lemme know what you think <3

songs to set the vibes: delicate by taylor swift, good looking by suki waterhouse, my kind of woman by max demarco, feeling myself by wolf alice

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp but also there is some plot? overstimulation, crying in a hot way, choking, unprotected sex (L bozo don’t do that!) the most minor moment of angst, fluff

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you watch him make coffee, daydreaming, balancing your heavy head on your hand. you study him while your free hand taps against the kitchen counter, nails drumming a random beat. sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains, framing him golden. you don’t think he knows how pretty he is.

oscar is oblivious to the way your mind is ticking behind him, twisting the cap on the carton of oat-milk. you hear the plastic fall onto the counter and your tongue wets your lower lip as he reaches up into the cupboard, his back flexing beneath his shirt as he finds your favourite mug. you realise then how swollen your lip is, snapped out of the trance he had you in, the one that had you biting your lip so hard, completely mindlessly.

he’s bulked up over the winter break, filled out a lot over the course of his rookie season. he’s no longer the scrawny, anxious guy you’d met at your fathers work event a year ago, he’s broader, thicker in your hands, utterly delicious. as much as you like the way he looks, you like his mind a whole lot more. if only you knew what was going on inside it.

oscar is an enigma, quiet, hilariously dry, the kindest man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. you’ve been together since the start of the winter break, november, after awkward run ins and plenty of pining since the start of his first season. you’d travel to races with your dad, a mclaren sponsor, and run into the australian, stare at each other and pretend no one noticed. after months of teasing from lando, oscar finally got the kick up the arse that he needed and you’d said yes to dinner before he’d even finished asking the question.

it’s february now, a week til he needs to be in bahrain. the last three months had been serene, spent with a man made of sunshine, and you’re sad to see him go, as if you won’t be in the emirates a mere four days after him. you fear the way you’ll ache for him, having been inseparable since the dinner that started it all.

but then again, it can’t be worse than the way you ache for him now.

“sweetheart?” oscar is waving his hand in front of your face when you realise he’s been calling your name for a good 15 seconds, and you have, in fact, been staring. hm? you jump, staring at him bewildered. he looks amused. “you okay?” he coos, sliding the coffee across the island towards you.

“yeah, sorry, i, um, i just- why won’t you have sex with me?” you blurt, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as you realise what you’ve just said.

oscar just blinks, mouth forming a little o, the permanent blush he seems to have increasing tenfold. you instantly feel guilty for ambushing him, but you were at the end of your tether. three months of nothing, nada, zilch. every move you made was refuted, ignored as if he was oblivious. you were ravenous for him, he’s so gorgeous! and you didn’t want to pressure him, but you were starting to feel like there was something wrong with you.

you’d wake up in bed with him wrapped around you, grinding against your ass in his sleep, and you’d revel in it, the rare times that he actually seemed to want you like that. you loved him regardless, of course you did, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need to be… dealt with. urgently.

“i- um- what?” oscar splutters, and the bottom of his mug blinks against the granite.

“is there something wrong with me? am i not pretty enough?” you whisper, shy. “do you just not… like- do you not want to do that?” you ramble.

panic fills his face, and he’s rushing around the island, by your side in an instant. he takes your hands into his, finding your eyes. they’ve grown watery, a mixture of guilt and desperation swirling in them which makes him feel ill.

“baby, no, god no.” he rushes the words out, desperate to convince you that it wasn’t you. “you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world, prettiest girl i ever saw.” he promises. “i’m just… it’s scary.”

“oh, osc.” your face falls, and you want to throw yourself off of the balcony. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you. if it makes you feel better, i’m scared too. but i love you so much, i just want to feel even closer to you.”

“you didn’t make me feel pressured, i’m just sorry i made you feel unwanted. trust me, i want you like that. drives me insane. but i’ve never had sex before with someone that i love. not the way i love you, anyway. scared that i won’t be good enough for you.” he murmurs.

you’re hung up on the part where you drive him crazy, the part where he loves you like that, and then you remember how vulnerable he’s being, baring his entire soul to you, and you rip yourself from the fantasy.

your hands smooth over his shoulders, until you’re softly fisting a clump of hair at the nape of his neck.

“i love you. insanely. we’ll go slow.” you state. he moulds further against you, and you quickly realise it’s for leverage, because the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. he has his hands hooked under your thighs and he’s kissing you so, so deeply that you’re dizzy. you don’t realise that you’re halfway to his bedroom until he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna go slow anymore.”

oscar places you on your feet at the end of his bed, the large, plush king-sized mattress that is currently calling both of your names. your blouse gets unbuttoned first, his hands shaking in a way that makes you melt, and his lips trail over every inch of bare skin that he uncovers. when it finally falls to the floor, his pupils are blown wide, his hands palming intricate black lace. your jeans are stripped away mercilessly, his hands shaking less now, and you take it as a sign to crawl backwards onto the bed.

he stands there, watching you, apprehensive again. you can see how hard he is, how desperately strained his cock is through the light grey of his sweatpants, and so you switch tactics. your hand grazes your tummy, skimming up your abdomen until you reach a bra strap. you toy with the elastic, holding the kind of eye contact that makes him twitch, tugging it until it hangs loosely off of your shoulder.

“i need you, osc. i trust you.” you utter, soft and enticing. one finger runs under the cup of your bra, flicking over your nipple. he can just about see the hardened bud through the lace of your bra. it’s not enough, though, and every ounce of self control depletes when you whine, “want you inside of me so badly.”

the elastic band snaps and he’s on top of you, rutting between your legs like a man starved. you drag his shirt up and over his shoulder blades, moaning as you feel each and every muscle under your fingertips.

“just wanna make you feel good.” oscar rasps, rolling his hips even harder into your core.

“take these off.” you beg, pulling at the waistband of his joggers. he somehow musters the strength to pry himself off of you, just long enough to discard the uncomfortable material of his sweats, but as soon as he looks down, his plans change.

painted over the crotch of them is a shiny pool of your slick, and when his eyes flit hungrily to your core, he sees where you’ve soaked through your panties. you’re panting when you see the stain, and you just want to get him inside of you, but his priorities have changed. oscar collapses between your legs, head buried, tongue exploring.

he groans, carnal and needy, into the fabric of your underwear, laving his tongue over the lace. your eyes widen as he dives in, licking over the wet patch until he grows frustrated. you hear the tearing of the fabric, feel his big hands pawing at your thighs to spread them as wide as they’ll go. his tongue slides right inside of you and he whines. he fucking whines. the vibration nearly makes you scream. you can’t believe this is your oscar, the same oscar that had quivered with nerves a mere five minutes ago.

“oh my god.” you chant, rolling your hips against his face. you must be all over him by now, what with the way he’s sucking and slurping, obscene sounds of wetness sounding around the room. you’d be blushing a deep red if you weren’t so turned on, shaking against his bedspread which will probably need changing once he’s done with you.

you thought that maybe he was inexperienced and that was the source of his fear, but if he was, you never would have known. he was a natural in between your legs, nipping at your clit to get you even louder for him.

you cum faster than ever, and he’s mumbling something incoherent into your pussy when you do. you’re riding the high, midway through the bliss, when a thick finger slips its way inside of you. oscar realises that he can easily slide another in, and he does. he doesn’t thrust them in and out, he grinds them against your walls, and your mouth falls open as a silent scream forces it’s way out.

you cum a second time, in record time yet again, and he still doesn’t let up. he’s hitting that spot relentlessly with his fingers, keeping your clit between his swollen lips, and you’re begging him. for what, you’re not sure, but you’re whimpering his name like you’re going to die. and what a good way to go this would be.

his eyes meet yours, and he looks unhinged. that’s when you feel it. that all consuming, belly twisting rush.

“oscar!” you try to warn him, but it’s too late, and he knows it. he makes you squirt, because of course he does. the shy guy who was scared that he wouldn’t be able to please you makes you squirt.

he pulls his mouth off of you but keeps his fingers buried deep, eyes fixed on watching the way your pussy convulses.

“holy shit.” you cry. you’re staring down at him like you’ve gone insane. he’s smiling innocently.

“was that good?” he almost sounds shy and you want to kick him.

“are you… are you serious?” you rasp. oscar just shrugs. “get up here.” you reach for him and complies, slotting himself between your legs once more.

oscar resumes the rolls of his hips, and the friction of the grey fabric against your core makes your eyes roll back.

“please, oscar, fuck me.” you whine, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he bites down, leaving behind the sting of his teeth and a faint purple splotch.

“fucking love you.” he slurs, his accent thickening in a way that makes him sound that extra bit fucked out already.

“i love you.” you murmur, forcing his sweats down his legs. his boxers are wet, just like your panties were, and you can’t help but stare. oh, it’s big.

his boxers are peeled down and you can feel yourself throbbing. his cock hangs heavy, red and dripping, painfully hard. you reach for it, looking at him to make sure it’s okay to touch, and he’s rapidly nodding his head. your small hand struggles but you make it work, and his head tips back, exposing his thick neck that you want to suck purple. your hand works over him a few times, and a visible shiver running through his body makes you stop.

“you ready for me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“please.” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist. “however you want me, ‘m yours.” you breathe.

oscar’s eyes roll back in his head, your words sending his brain blank, and then he’s pushing home, slow and deep.

“fucking hell.” he groans, guttural. you’re so tight, warm, soaking wet. he feels like the biggest idiot in the world for waiting so long for this.

“oh.” you gasp, your eyebrows knitting together. he’s so deep. “so full.” you pant.

“can you take it, sweetheart?” oscar’s lips bump your jaw. “want you to take it.” you nod profusely, desperate to hear him run his mouth even further. your eyes clench shut when you feel him move, just the tiniest bit, readjusting.

“move.” you plead. he’s staring down at you, watching every single micro movement of your face.

oscar pulls out the smallest bit and thrusts back in, nice and slow. the drag drives you feral, the weight of him on top of you makes you weak. you want to stay like this until the end of days.

“good?” he hisses, trying to keep composed. he’s finally inside of you, claiming you as his in the most intimate way of all. he tries not to think about how many times he could have had you begging under him in the last three months.

“so good, so good.” you repeat, pushing your hips up to try and meet his.

“so pretty like this for me. always so, so pretty.” he rambles. he realises that he never quite made it as far as getting your bra off, and he needs to see all of you. the cups are tugged haphazardly down, and oscar stares at your breasts like he’s never seen tits before. you hear him hum, low and greedy, and then you feel the wet drag of his tongue across your nipple.

the animalistic whine that he rips from you makes him thrust harder, upping his pace a bit. he can hear how much wetter you get when he picks up his pace, and he changes up his rhythm, pushing all the way in and dragging out again at lightning speed. your jaw goes slack and your eyes are damp.

“baby, what’s wrong?” oscar slows to a stop, and you want to scream.

“no, no, no, keep going.” you choke out, your throat constricting with a sob. “it’s so good. feel so good.” you sound drunk, all for him, and he loses his mind completely.

he taps into that athletic stamina, fucking into you with a newfound vigour that you didn’t think was humanly possible, and you feel things that you didn’t even know you could feasibly feel. you see stars behind your eyes, his face, and nothing else but bright white. calloused fingers find your clit, and you wonder fleetingly if he’s trying to kill you when he rubs messy shapes into the much too overstimulated bud. his teeth graze your nipple, and everything seems to come together perfectly.

thick tears run hot down your cheeks, only to be licked away by eager tongue. your belly tightens, aflame for him; he’s wound your body up perfectly and you’ve never in your life teetered so dangerously over the edge.

“can feel you, baby. want you to cum, okay? ‘n then i’m gonna fill you up.” oscar grunts. you clamp down on him even tighter, thanking god for oscar’s filthy fucking mouth and birth control, and then everything snaps.

you think you scream, you know that you’re sobbing, and your throat is raw when the wave hits. oscar keeps going, intensifying your pleasure, and when he finally let’s go, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen. it’s surreal, the way his neck flexes, eyes clenched tight, brown locks flopping over his sweat damped forehead. and the sounds he makes, god. he’s muttering into your ear, lewd and shameless, and a fifth orgasm nearly takes you under.

“gonna need you everyday like this, tight fucking pussy, all mine. can’t live without this now. fucking perfect.” he’s rambling, burrowing deep into you one last time. you feel his warmth spilling into you, feel his hot breath fanning your face. he licks into your awaiting mouth.

“fuck.” you giggle, breathless.

“good?” he raises an eyebrow, grinning bashfully.

“more than worth the wait.” you whisper, mustering the strength to lift your head just enough so that you can peck his lips. “you better not hold out on me ever again though.” oscar laughs at that and you feel the rumble in your flushed chest.

“you promise?” there’s the shy guy again.

“osc, honey, that was the best. ever. ever. need you to be mr sex god more often.”

“only if you behave for me.” he smirks down at you.

“there he is.” you sigh happily.

when he snakes his way back between your legs, lapping up the mess he’s made, and then some, you wonder just what you’ve unleashed.

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Felipe Drugovich - Is There Somewhere

Pairing: Felipe Drugovich x female!reader (+ Clément Novalak x bff!reader) 

Warnings: none really, fluff, swearing 

Words: 3.6k 

Song rec: loosely based on Is there somewhere by Halsey

Author’s note: this took me so long bc I decided to play around with a different pov only to come to the conclusion that I hate it but at that point I’d already written most of it so decided to post it anyway 🤠 Gonna be writing more for Felipe so any other ideas are welcome!! Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx 

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“Felipe” 

 It rolled off your tongue like you were made to say his name. Even with just that one word, Felipe knew what you wanted to say, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips a few times. You were so close to him that Felipe was sure he’d remember every single freckle that adorned your beautiful face. 

He let his hand wander up slowly, caressing your cheek before both of you started leaning in… 

 THUD 

 A loud knock pulled Felipe right out of the dream he was having, making him shoot up in a panic. He ran his hands over his face and sighed as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind. 

Seven nights. 

This was the seventh consecutive night where you’d ended up in his dreams one way or the other. No matter how hard he tried, Felipe just couldn’t shake you. 

Whoever was at his hotel room door at this hour was growing impatient, the knocks increasing in frequency and intensity before he even had the chance to get out of bed. 

Felipe had a feeling he knew exactly who would be on the other side of the door. 

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request: julian alvarez ig au where his gf surprises him with the help of his manchester teammates/the manchester staff

author's note: so the pics are old (during camp with the nt) but we'll pretend he's with city kajsksj (hoping to get pics this year🤞🏻)

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it's always a good time to bring this photoshoot back up.

we might've forgot about it a little too soon.

they were SO sexy in that ep i can't explain it

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.

i did not expect my pedri fic to do so well 😭❤ i might try to write the part 2

DAY 124 OF MISSING SEB <3

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