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next post will probs be a rafe fic🥴 first non f1 fic I hope you guys won’t hate me

how did you get into writing???

i used to write preferences and imagines for guys from IT chapter 1 when i was like 13. Dunno why, just felt like it! Then i got into lots and lots of different fandom annddddd im a professional daydreamer so i was like why not write down

and that’s kinda how i got here! I have another blog here on tumblr where i used to write Harry Potter and anime stuff and then on Wattpad i used to write for Stranger Things, IT and all that stuff

The list of fandoms I’m in is definitely still going strong! However, if you really only mean writing, for me it was actually just making scenarios in my head and then writing it down, having a crush on several actors and characters and just famous guys (max verstappen🤧) and probs boredom! That’s it

I also get inspired by songs very very often

Sooo ,, music + character or person + scenarios = my writing lol

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️:: i know i said i want to write more angst but after dylhitm i felt like finishing this. this might be nastier than the fwb one so beware and have fun! (ALL of these are rushed and i know that carlos didn’t exactly steal them but who cares)

SUGGESTIVE !! [can’t link my mlists so pls look at my navi!]

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver @simonsrileyhusband <3

i wake up at 7 am and look in the mirror noticing the dark circles under my deerlike brown eyes. i put my messy brown hair in a quick bun and go downstairs. my manager is sitting at the table drinking espresso. "good morning" i say, reaching into the cupboard for a glass. "lewis, there is someone waiting for you." my manager says. i turn to look at him. before he says anything, there's a knock at the door. i go to open it.

kimi antonelli?

sorry what

idk what to do with this😔

hi mel my love! i hope you are feeling better, feel free to message me if you ever need someone to talk :) love u

Gigi my heart🥹🥹 im gonna cry actually you’re an angel

Thank you and love u so so much

needed this🥹🤍

Lando needs to suck a D in the morning fic I stg

a biiiiig one

Franco at the fan zone in Las Vegas having the cutest encounter I’ve ever seen with a younger fan :

- Who is this, who is this baby? Hi! Oh, can I take a picture with you afterward? - Yes - Really, I can? - Yes. When I grow up, I want to be like you - Oh, my love, what’s your name? ❤️ - When I grow up, I want to be like you - Oh, you’re going to be like me? You’re going to be better than me, much better. Do you want to be a driver? - Yes - Yes, you want to be a driver? Is Mom okay with that? Look, look, Mom’s scared… But what’s your name? What’s your name? -Alan - Alan? Do we have a cap for Alan? /// Franco: I have bad reflexes; I’ll sign it for you later Alan: Thank you Franco: Thank you, Alan. Thank you for coming. You’re going to go far! I wish you the best (And the journalist next to them is panicking lmao 💀) our Argentinian prince has come back 🇦🇷 💕🥹

DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING ?

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☽｡⋆ distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right? — lando norris x reader based on “did you like her in the morning” by nikki

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 angst! pure angst 𝄞 1.7k words

You loved a loud life just the same as he did. You enjoyed the traveling, the partying, the sleepless nights, hell, even the stressful nights you wouldn’t trade for a peaceful, quiet, boring, normal life. You were eternally grateful for having a job surrounding the same tracks Lando is driving on, even if that was rather a lucky coincidence instead of a thought-through plan.

You loved it not only because it meant you’d get to be close to your boyfriend most of the time, more so because you got to experience the loudness with him. The parties, the race weekends, just everything. You’d have it without him too, and no doubt, you would have tons of fun doing so, but of course it’s better with a “super cool hot famous boyfriend” by your side, as he liked to call himself.

You loved it, until you couldn’t anymore.

Not as dramatic as it sounds. You were invited to a wedding of an old friend back at home, and Lando, for obvious reasons, couldn’t attend with you, so you flew out the country by yourself, giving Lando one last good luck kiss a few days before the Las Vegas Grand Prix. You missed him dearly, but you also missed your friends at home whom you haven’t seen in what felt like forever, and really, what’s a better reason for a reunion than a wedding?

But that’s where the trouble began.

You liked to call yourself independent. Very independent, even. You didn’t have a problem with being far from Lando for a few weeks, and while you of course loved him more than anyone else in this world, you’ve stated before that in case of you losing the job for whatever reason or if you just couldn’t travel with him anymore, you’d think a long distance relationship would work just well. At least for you.

Of course, the constant missing your partner would complicate things, but that’s still no reason to break up a relationship that has lasted for longer than three years already. At least that’s what you thought.

Lando liked to call himself independent too. Very independent, even. Too bad it’s all a lie.

Lando has always hated the idea of being away from you, or rather the idea of you being far from him. It’s not like he didn’t have any trust in you, it’s just become normal for him to always have you at least somewhat in his reach. That’s how your relationship has always been, you were coworkers before you were lovers.

He didn’t mind you taking a few days off. He also didn’t mind you wanting to spend some time with your family and friends who were still located far, far away from wherever you two would usually have to travel to for the many races. However, he did mind you not being near him.

It bothered him more than he’d like to admit.

You’ve talked about it before, talked about him being too needy and too possessive from time to time, but never once have you two fought about it. You thought you never would, and you were right. Your departure was slightly painful for the both of you, but it was only 2 weeks that you‘d be gone, and it’s not at all like you couldn’t stay in contact. So there was nothing to worry about, right?

Or so you thought.

The moment you arrived at you local airport you saw your mom run up to you, caging you in her arms as if to never let you go again. Your father wasn’t far behind, and then came your brother. It was a sweet little moment of a family reuniting as a whole again. And even though you wanted to set your whole focus on the few next days to come, the lovely wedding and the friends you once lost on the way who you’d now finally see again, Lando never really left your mind. You just didn’t understand why, you weren’t usually like this.

Maybe it was just that after five years of knowing each other and three of those spent dating, you did grow somewhat dependent. you knew it wasn’t the truth, but blaming it on a simple thing like that seemed terribly easier than giving in to the thoughts of what could actually be the cause of it. You didn’t have any time for that. You weren’t here to think about work or about Lando, but about the things that were right in front of your eyes, which at this moment was the beautiful white wedding decorated with all sorts of flowers of sunset hues.

The wedding was held on a beach, surrounded by the dreamy sound of waves crashing and seagulls singing their own nupital melodies. You arrived with one of your old friends Nina, both of you wearing long and flowy pastel dresses, just as the dress code ordered you to. The day went on with you two crying at seeing one of your childhood friends getting married, listening to the heartfelt vows of bride and groom.

Your mind immediately went to Lando and you standing at the altar like they did. You knew it was too soon, and you knew he didn’t have time for marriage, even less for planning a wedding, but you still couldn’t help it. You really did miss him more this time, and throughout the whole ceremony, the feeling of something being incredibly off only intensed.

But the night came, and the feeling faded. Or at least the drinks made it do that.

You were sitting with Nina and two guys you used to be very close with at the dim bar near the dance floor when you suddenly noticed something light up inside your purse. You didn’t mind it at first, not wanting to be rude towards Tom who was trying to talk to you without stumbling over his word completely, but the shots you downed beforehand made it undoubtedly harder.

Your phone lit up again. Slowly getting on your nerves, you decided to wait until Tom’s attention was fixated on Nina again to then check your messages and - missed calls?

—

Lando hated how his mood changed whenever you were gone. It felt as if there was something missing when you weren’t there waiting for him at home after debriefing or after PR events and whatnot. He missed your hugs and kisses, your smile and most importantly, just your touch.

Truth be told - but never to you - when you first started dating, for Lando, the thriving point was attraction. One month in, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t getting rid of you any time soon. Not that he minded. Two months in and the two of you made it official, of course not without any drama because how was a McLaren driver allowed to date a McLaren employee? Two weeks and the conversations and the hate online slowly died down, but your relationship kept on blooming. There was just one thing that somehow had Lando incredibly confused - why did your relationship suddenly feel more like you couldn’t get rid of him? Why did it feel like he was the one attached to you instead of the other way around?

Not that it felt bad or anything, he was just very used to have the girl being that dependent on him, to always want his attention, to always ask for his opinion on everything. Now he was the one all over you, and you didn’t mind it at all. You had the man you love wrapped tightly around your finger, just like he had you. For three years now.

But that didn’t help him right now, not with jealousy nagging at his side like a demon. You were out, enjoying your time with people you loved, and while he should be happy for you, he spent his time rather annoyed at you not being where he was. It’s only been a week, and work has already failed to keep his mind off of you. And he hated it. He knew it was the day of the wedding, and he was done wasting his time only thinking about you, so what else was there for a man to do instead of going clubbing with the guys? He hadn’t spent time with them in a long time, neither had he gone clubbing these past fem months, too caught up with Formula 1. So this would be okay, right? Just some drinks to keep his mind off of you.

Right?

—

15 missed calls from carlos sainz.

that was weird, you thought, and your stomach dropped and you felt the dread creeping up your consciousness. It had you feeling weaker than ever.

You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom, though every step towards it made it harder and harder to breathe.

What if something had happened to him? A work incident? Then how did Carlos know? Were they hanging out and he hurt himself? Were they out and someone there hurt Lando?

Did something happen to your Lando?

Your finger hovered shaking over the green button until you finally decided to press it and call the Ferrari driver back. Not even a single beep was heard before he huffed out your name as if he had been yearning for you to finally phone him back.

“Carlos? Is everything okay?” The Spaniard could practically feel your distress through the screen and he swore he’s never felt an urge so strong to punch someone right across their face, let alone his best friend Lando Norris.

It took some time for realization to set in. Your breathing had slowed down but the chills all over your body told that it was a sign far from good. Very far from good.

You could still make out the faint sound of Carlos’ voice as you locked the door of the bathroom stall furthest in the back, however, every word that came after “Lando cheated on you” somehow wasn’t comprehensive to you.

You just hope he’ll still like her in the morning, cause you, for sure, weren’t coming back.

Omg Mel are you okay 🥺

im doing better already ml thanks for asking🤍🥹

girl are you okay?!?

kinda confused cause me and my bf don’t know where to go from this but other than that im all okay

love u lots thanks for asking ml🥹

my boys

Christmas event or Valentine’s Day event guys you choose

getting rafe hooked on dress to impress

my fav thing i’ve ever written i can’t even lie

word count: 1.2k

obx masterlist

you yawned loudly and abnoxiously as you walked into rafe’s bedroom. you kicked your shoes off, grabbing one of rafe’s t-shirts from his drawer, changing out of your uncomfortable clothes. “didn’t think you were coming back, it’s late as fuck.” rafe said, looking at you oddly as he sat up on the bed against the headboard.

“longest fucking day of my life. need to unwind.”

rafe smirked, reaching his whole body over the bed to grab your forearm. "like the sound of that," he mumbles.

you let yourself move toward him, but you groan, “not like that.” rafe momentarily pouts, but doesn’t let go of your arm. in fact, he pulls you closer onto the bed with him urging you to cuddle up into him.

he snakes his arm around you, soft fingers tracing circles into your side. "wanna talk about it?"

you yawn and shake your head, "nah, can we just watch a movie or something?"

rafe nods, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand. "you don't wanna watch some chick-flick do you?" he asks, grimacing already.

you sigh dramatically, “i guess not. fast and furious?”

rafe obligies, satisfied with your suggestion. you get comfortable on the bed, your head rested on rafe's shoulder and your phone rested on his chest as you scroll through tiktok.

about 20 minutes later, you see a video about the new halloween update on dress to impress and gasp before you can stop yourself. rafe jumps slightly, eyes wide. “jesus christ, what’s wrong?”

"sorry, nothing," you grin apologetically, "can I borrow your laptop though?"

he looks at you like you've lost your mind, but he still grabs his macbook from the nightstand, handing it over to you. you sit up excitedly, leaning up against the headboard.

you open the laptop and sign into your roblox account, side eyeing rafe as he gives you an odd look. "the fuck are you doing?"

"playing a game," you respond innocently.

he raises his eyebrows, "roblox? wheezie used to play that shit.. when she was 8," he says, judging you hardcore.

you glare at him, "you don't understand," you sigh. "just watch me play, it's genuinely fun."

he watches you click on dress to impress, making a disgusted face. "yeah I can't defend you on this one," he says and you shove his shoulder.

"well have you ever played dress to impress?" you ask him.

"obviously not," he says, his sassy side on full display.

"well don't judge then. just watch and i'll let you play a round when i'm done," you say with a smile, patting his cheek softly.

"hell nah," he says, directing his attention back to the movie.

you shake your head, giving up on getting him to play. you start a round, looking around at all the new pieces they added. the theme is holiday for your first round, so of course you do halloween.

you notice rafe's eyes on the computer screen as his curiosity clearly starts to creep back in despite himself. he watches as you piece together combination of a witch hat, spiderweb dress, and dark boots.

“what even is this shit?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly intrigued.

you grin, not taking your eyes off the screen since you only have a minute left. “you compete with other people to make the best outfit based on a theme. you'd be pretty good at it, you've got great style," you say, trying to persuade him.

he gives you a look, shaking his head, "sounds dumb as fuck," he says, and you just laugh. he's silent for a moment before turning slightly to have a better view of the screen, "so what you just like... dress them up and shit?"

you nod, watching the time run out. "yes, then everyone votes on each outfit and the top 3 get on the podium. see," you point to the screen, "the voting's starting now."

an outfit that's completely off theme struts down the runway and you grimace, "see like that one's ugly as fuck so i give it a 1. oooh look, this ones mine," you say with a proud smile. "doesn't she look great?"

rafe shrugs, "i guess."

you ended up getting third place, losing to two terrible outfits. you curse under your breath, before turning to him. “you wanna try a round?” you smile, looking up at him.

rafe scoffs, glancing back at the movie, but curiosity gets the better of him. “alright, fine, hand it over.” he takes the laptop.

"okay the theme is beach day," you tell him.

he hums in response, looking around at the clothes aimlessly. "rafe, you gotta pick something that actually matches,” you say, stifling a laugh as he pairs a yellow bikini top with neon green shorts.

"shh, I have a vision," he says, dismissing your words. "wait why the fuck doesn't she have a face?"

"you gotta go to the makeup and hair room, over there," you point at the screen.

he scrolls through the makeup options, finally decided on one. "mhm, she bad ain't she?" you chuckle, knowing rafe is secretly loving this.

time runs out just as he adds the coconut drink, and you see him watching the screen eagerly, waiting for the voting to end. one girl dressed in long pants and a jacket walks out and he looks over at you, disgusted, "this bitch didn't even look at the theme." all you can do is laugh and nod your head in agreement.

when rafe places second, he smirks, looking way too pleased with himself. "ha," he says, "i did better than you."

you roll your eyes. "yeah you're done playing," you say, snatching the laptop back.

the next night, you texted rafe that you were gonna come over after your morning shift and you didn't get a response, which was odd. you let yourself into his house with the key he'd given you. "rafe?" you called out, walking into the living room. "you here?" no response.

you furrowed your eyebrows, walking up the stairs. maybe he was just in his room, you thought, taking a nap or something. you creak open his bedroom door, met with the scene of him sitting on his bed, looking intently at his laptop.

his eyes shoot up to look at you and he slams his laptop closed, guilty look in his eye. you raise your eyebrows, "what were you doing?" you question him, walking toward the bed.

he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head. "nothin.'"

your eyes narrow, "were you watching porn?" you joke, sitting down next to him.

he sighs, "worse.." he trails off. he mentally debates for a minute, before pulling his laptop back into his lap, opening it slowly to reveal dress to impress on full display.

your hand shoots to cover your mouth, laugh escaping your lips anyway. all he does is glare at you, "this is your fucking fault."

you lean into him with a laugh, "I know I know, sorry. don't be embarrassed, rafe." you press a kiss to his lips.

as you kiss him, you can’t help but laugh again, glancing at his screen. "okay wait that's actually a cute outfit. you're getting good," you nudge him, "fashionista," you add quietly with a chuckle.

he looks at you straight-faced, "I'm only playing this dumbass game because you dragged me into it. i was just bored so,” he gestures to the screen.

“sure, rafe, whatever you say,” you tease, cuddling up beside him. "feel free to keep playing, don't stop at my expense."

he scoffs, but gives in and restarts the game.

you wrap your arm around his middle and watch as he puts together outfit after outfit, the grin rarely leaving your face.

you just love your little fashionista.

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requests are OPEN 💌

my boyfriend’s gonna do an exchange year and we’re gonna break up because of it guys how we feelin😍

How George felt ending the statement with "best regards":

*eats all of your cookies*

UHM EXCUSE ME

is this because im not posting fics😔

Brazilian GP '24 // DNF in Race

"Overtaking was very difficult today. And I had two crashes that honestly I cannot explain very well - very unpredictable. This car this year in the wet has been extremely difficult to drive. At the same time, apologies to the team for the two mistakes because, obviously, it cost us. But starting from the pit lane, it wasn't like we were gonna get a lot of points. So, yeah, turn the page and come back stronger."

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅ MAX VERSTAPPEN #1

WRITTEN FICS ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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✩ OPEN UP THE DOOR

part of : 1k event

synopsis :: max seems to be in a terrible condition, so you really need him to open the door now

angst , hurt & comfort , fluff (?) , 0.8k words (blurb?)

Lando and Oscar smiling at the beginning

Lando yawning a lot

Oscar's thighs on display

A very domestic seating arrangement

Osc little nods when Andrea talks about the penalty and Lando nodding too

Lando laughing and looking at Osc, the non-verbal communication is going hard here!

Some Oscass view

Lando looking at Oscar so intensely

The sock comment!! How did you notice that Osc?

Landinho again! And their faces at that moment! So happy and giggly!

Oscar moving his feet a lot... Like he wants to touch Lando but can't?

fully ready to revoke the british citizenship bc bleh brits

we support the Dutchman and the Dutchman only!!

SHOULD I GO GET THE TISSUES?? 🤧🤧

PLEASE MEL BLESS ME WITH SOME ANGST

YES GIGI YOU SHOULD!!!🤭🤭

Working on it rn!!

Mood™

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver in Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), dir. Joss Whedon

JUST GOT THE MOST HEARTBREAKING REQUEST EVER GUYS YALL INNNNN FOR SOMETHING WOOHHOOOOO

skibidi or gyatt?? 😛😛

GYATT🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

have yall ever tried rating guys‘ asses for fun

love that shit

(with consent guys we all do it as a joke🤞)

I think this was the first time I saw him win

That’s the spirit !!

doing my duty 😌

i’m doing it, are you?

I am in love with your fics, My favourite is the greatest I am begging you to write more you are truly amazing writer. <3

that’s so sweet of you🥹 I’ve been having some problems with motivation to write even though I do have some ideas but I think you just gave me enough motivation to go write some new stuff <3💘

thank you so so very much and talking bout the greatest - I might just have to post some more angst stuff🤭

but when I say angst I mean ANGST guys

must be my fav gp this season so far

maxiel or lestappen?

if we’re talking actual ships then i’d definitely say lestappen because look at them (even though I don’t really ship drivers? I always save that stuff for tv shows tbh but I don’t judge because lestappen really is something)

BUT maxiel friendship over ANYTHING