Messy - Formula 1 · Y/n story by @l1bo

The bass was thrumming through the floorboards, vibrating up through Y/n's feet as they pushed through the crowd. Daniel's house was packed—a sea of familiar faces, drivers and hangers-on alike, all buzzing with the particular energy that came with a race weekend wrap party.

Carlos Sainz Jr

grinning, holding up a bottle Y/n! You made it! Come here, you're behind!

The night air smelled like tequila and chlorine. Somewhere near the grill, George and Lando were arguing about something that sounded suspiciously like a bet gone wrong.

Lando Norris

I'm telling you, mate, it was a clean overtake. You just can't handle being beaten by a papaya—

George Russell

rolling his eyes You went off track. That's not an overtake, that's a crash with extra steps.

The sliding glass door slid open with a familiar creak, and there he was.

Daniel Ricciardo

jogging over, wrapping an arm around Y/n's shoulder There you are! Was starting to think you'd bailed on me.

His hand squeezed briefly, warm and familiar, before dropping away. Casual. But his eyes lingered a beat too long.

Daniel Ricciardo

C'mon, there's people I want you to meet. Max and Charles just got here, and trust me, you're gonna wanna be around for this one.