Masterlist

faking it au masterlist

summary: all's fair in love and fake relationships, yet Lando Norris somehow still finds a way to play dirty. you need the cash, he needs the popularity and to keep his name out of f1 gossips pages mouths. enter, the perfect, frustrating, awful relationship.

pairing: lando norris x fem! actress! reader

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cherry kisses all's fair in love and fake relationships, yet Lando Norris somehow still finds a way to play dirty

ruined for you lando gets a wake-up call about his feelings for you (18+)

the instagrams the instagram pages of you and lando from February 2024- May 2024, aka the soft launch phase

start at the beginning, shall we? how your business endeavour started

miami morning the morning after miami 2024...

golden hour his first time seeing you kiss someone else on set (set in 2025, now-ish)

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navigation for my blog :)

mclaren masterlist

warm | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: when two members of the friend group get secretly together it all seems to be okay, but will they be able to keep their situation with no strings attached?

fc: different girls from pinterest

a/n: it’s still april 6 where i’m at so happy birthday oscar 🎉 enjoy my favorite trope in the world (star-crossed lovers) pt. 2 will be coming some time this week :)

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username i love her aesthetic

username prettiest girl

francisca.cgomes 😽

username how can you look at the drivers when she’s right THERE

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username 😍😍

username she’s my best friend she just doesn’t know it yet

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oscarpiastri home sweet home 🇦🇺

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username your honor he’s EVERYWHERE

username nonchalant king

yourusername i think i might’ve seen you on a billboard but i’m not sure

oscarpiastri i’m sure you did

username their friendship is what i aspire to have

username good luck this season oscar!!

landonorris too much of this

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username can’t escape him

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username and i’m obsessed with you

username the face card killed me

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yourusername 你是 (you are)

username y/n 😍😍😍

username the girlies best friend 💗💗

carlossainz55 you should move here

yourusername i’m hiding your ipad

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yourusername 😎

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oscarpiastri’s instagram stories

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f1gossip oscar piastri was seen yesterday after the japanese grand prix partying in company of an unknown girl

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username this is the first thing i saw when i woke up btw

username oh to be the unknown girl partying with oscar 😩

username the way he’s grabbing her you’d think they’ve been dating for a while

username why do these things don’t happen to ME

username these news had to be delivered to me more delicately 😔

username no babe i’m not okay oscar was kissing a random girl and it wasn’t me

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username the complete change in aesthetics is confusing me

maxverstappen1 come back the kids miss you

yourusername i’m actually chilling with jimmy, sassy, donut and nino pretty hard

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charles_leclerc miss us

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charles_leclerc i’ll revoke your leo privileges

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yourusername i think i’m good actually

landonorris i don’t like this joke anymore

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THE NEW AMERICAN

F1 Driver Reader Masterlist

Summary: You join the F1 paddock mid-season alongside fellow rookie Franco Colapinto, stepping in for Lance Stroll after a season-ending injury. This journey is far from sunshine and rainbows, but you’re ready to take on the challenges—and the deep-rooted misogyny of the sport—to prove everyone wrong. Determined to make your mark, you’ll fight to win over the skeptics and earn the respect of the F1 world.

The Debut

The Debut part 2

Azerbaijan GP

Azerbaijan GP part 2

Singapore GP

Singapore GP part 2

Autumn Break

Autumn Break part 2

USA TEXAS GP

USA TEXAS GP part 2

Post Maiden Home Win

Mexican GP

Mexican GP part 2

Brazilian GP

Brazilian GP part 2

Las Vegas GP

Las Vegas GP part 2

Qatar GP

Qatar GP part 2

Abu Dhabi GP

Abu Dhabi GP part 2

End of the Season

I will try to write ate least 1 update per week but bare with me as I am a College student. I took a month-ish break to help me make sure I had the rest of the story's timeline figured out. Plus I wasn't on my adhd meds during winter break leading to a lot more procrastinating. But now I am back to full focus and time management with classes starting again. I have written about 3 different versions of these, depending on how this one goes, I may edit and finish the other two f1driver reader series stories.

Facts:

Natasha and Clint going to Vormir to get the Soul Stone is just a terrible writing choice, because Marvel spent basically no time at all developing their relationship other than in the first Avengers movie and small moments in Age of Ultron and Civil War.

Also, Red Skull being guardian of the Soul Stone is kind of meaningless other than as a “Hey, remember this character?” moment because there’s not any damn history between him and Thanos, Natasha, or Clint.

You know who did have a developed relationship? Steve and Bucky. You know who did have history with Red Skull. Steve and Bucky. You know who would have been a better narrative choice to go after the Soul Stone? You get where I’m going here, but Steve and Bucky.

Can you fucking imagine Steve and Bucky not trusting Red Skull, thinking it’s some sort of sick joke, but then coming to realize one of them has to be sacrificed. Can you imagine that fight as they try to be the one to sacrifice for the other? Bucky has his hand locked around Steve’s arm to try and keep him from falling, Steve looks him in the eyes, and says- “I told you, I’d always be with you until the end of the line” and slips free to fall? It would have been a heartbreaking moment that actually did some justice to them.

Meanwhile, in fucking New York, when you’re trying to steal something from under the eyes of superheroes and SHIELD and the world in general, you have actual spies trying to steal it and being able to use some fucking stealth. And seeing Natasha fight herself, past-Natasha wary as hell, present-Natasha trying to talk some sense into her, that would be awesome.

And then, fighting Thanos at the end… Well, if Steve isn’t there to pick up the hammer.

Let Natasha do it. Give her the answer to the question she didn’t want to ask.

And leave Natasha, the one who has been running the Avengers facilities and teams since the Snap, as the one to rebuild. As the two most prominent faces of the Avengers have fallen, let the one who likes to work in the shadows be the one to pick up the pieces. She’s got ties to the survivors- she’s worked with Sam, with Wanda, with Clint, with everyone. It would make sense for her to be the one helping rebuild things.

And then they could actually give her a solo movie in a way that makes sense- when her character is still alive.

Masterlist

Max Verstappen

Friends don't sleep together

Bar menu: 1, 2

When love is left unspoken, pt. 2, pt. 3

Your funeral, pt. 2

I see you, pt. 2

Lando Norris

Only one bed???

Right Place, Right Time (series)

Fake Relationship

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Noisy Neighbor pt. 2

Fake Love Triangle (Franco x reader)

Coffee?

Done waiting

Expensive Fight

Concerned, pt. 2

Andrei Iosivas

Post game movies

Drunk words are sober thoughts

Happy birthday

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3

Eyes up here, babe

Knight in shining armor

Carlos Sainz

Moment of weakness

Forbidden Territory series

Bar menu: 1, 2

Josh Allen

Big win

Post Game Celebration

Bar Menu: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

bar nights and unexpected sparks

Oscar Piastri

Secret identity

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

miscommunication

Lewis Hamilton

Just a bet?

Bar Menu: 1, 2, 3

Please don't leave

Act my age

I can’t come with you

Lance Stroll

Cocky

Joe Burrow

Bar menu: 1

He isn't you

Let me in

Coach's daughter

Charles Leclerc

Bar menu: 1, 2, 3

Oblivious

Luke Hughes

Devils Bachelor

Quinn Hughes

Bruised Egos, Hidden Feelings

Community Relations

Jack Hughes

wouldn’t have it any other way

A Beautiful Mess | 3

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3049

You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.

Right now, I'm shameless Screamin' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to

The first thing you registered as you woke up was the pounding in your head, like someone was smashing a drum inside your skull. The second was the blinding light hitting your face. You never slept with the curtains open.

"Ugh, my head." You groaned, pressing a hand to your head.

Blinking against the brightness, you forced your eyes open, only to realise, very quickly, that you were not in your bedroom. Your heart stopped and your eyes widened.

You looked around the unknown bedroom. The other side of the bed was unmade and there were clothes scattered on the floor. A pair of pants. A shirt. A man's shirt.

The bedroom door was open, and the distant sound of running water caught your attention.

"Oh my god. No, no, no." You lifted the covers. You were wearing your underwear and that was all you had on. "Noooo!" You groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

What did I do? You questioned yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to piece together the night before. You remembered drinking. Dancing. Meeting a guy at the bar. Eric, right? Had you slept with Eric?

The sound of a door opening, made you open your eyes. You looked up, but you wished you hadn't.

Appearing at the doorway, drying his damp curls with a white towel, was none other than Lando Norris.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He had another towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his skin, his toned chest on full display. It could only be a nightmare. Right? Right?

Lando smirked, breaking the silence. "Look who finally decided to wake up. Thought you were dead for a second." You stared, completely frozen. "What? Cat got your tongue?" That snapped you out of your trance.

You jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it when a wave of nausea hit you. "What the hell am I doing here?"

Lando's smirk deepened. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, enjoying your state too much.

"You don't remember?" He asked you, looking you up and down.

You followed his gaze and realised you were basically naked. Yanking the bed covers up to your chest, you shot him a glare.

"Don't need to cover up." He chuckled. "I already saw everything last night." A shiver running down your spine.

"I was drunk!"

"So was I."

Your grip on the sheets tightened. "What happened?" You asked him, not really wanting to hear the answer.

Lando dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, you're not that naive."

Your heart nearly stopped. "No."

"Yes."

"No, wa-- Oh my god!" To your absolute horror, Lando dropped the towel that was around his hips. You turned around and squeezed your eyes shut. "What the fuck are you doing, Norris?"

Lando laughed, completely unbothered. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

"I HAVEN'T!"

"You sure? Because that's not what you were screaming last night."

"Shut up!" You turned back around, cautiously peeking through your fingers, but thankfully, he was already wearing pants. Your mind was a chaotic mess. This couldn't have happened. Even drunk, you would never sleep with Lando. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will kill you."

Lando chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. No need to tell anyone, I'm pretty sure the whole building heard you last night. Hell, probably all of Monaco."

Your jaw dropped. "You're disgusting."

"A disgusting man you slept with." You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. He caught it effortlessly, smirking. Spotting your dress and purse draped over an armchair, you made a beeline for them, grabbing them quickly. "Not staying for breakfast?" Lando teased.

"Go fuck yourself." Tightening the sheet around your body, you stormed out of the bedroom.

"Hey! That's my sheet!" He shouted, standing up from the bed. You didn't stop. "Y/n?" Before he could say anything else, you slammed it shut behind you, making the frames on the wall tremble.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Messing with you was way too much fun.

Lando lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. The room was dimly lit by the city lights outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. The only sound was your slow, steady breathing beside him.

He had told himself he'd leave once you were asleep. That had been the plan. Carry you to bed, stay until you dozed off, and then head to the other room. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move.

Maybe it was the way you looked so peaceful, completely different from the stubborn woman who drove him insane daily. Or maybe it was the way your face changed every few minutes, like you were dreaming about something.

Lando let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. Just as he was debating finally getting up, you stirred beside him.

You shifting under the covers, eyes barely open, still very much drunk. Then, without warning, you reached for the hem of your dress and started pulling it over your head.

Lando shot upright. "What the hell are you doing?"

You huffed in frustration, your dress halfway off. "It's hot."

"So?"

With absolutely zero hesitation, you stripped the dress off completely, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Now, you were left in nothing but your underwear in his bed, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lando swore under his breath, dragging a hand through his curls. This cannot be happening.

"Jesus, Y/n." He averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can't just--" He sighed. "For fuck's sake." Muttering to himself, he grabbed one of his t-shirts from the closet and turned back toward you. "Put this on!" He said, holding it out.

You made a sleepy noise, barely cracking one eye open. "No."

"Yes."

You groaned and lazily swatted his hand away, turning over so your back was to him. "Too hot." You mumbled.

Lando sat there, t-shirt still in his hand, staring at you. "Unbelievable." He muttered under his breath. Then and idea hit him.

Oh, she was going to lose her mind.

You stumbled into your apartment, slamming the door shut behind you, your breath uneven and your cheeks burning from the humiliation.

Sleeping with Lando Norris was the last thing that should have happened. He was a womanizer, a nightmare and a insufferable idiot.

You groaned loudly, collapsing onto the couch and burying your face in a cushion. "Why did this happen?" You mumbled against the fabric before letting out a muffled scream of frustration. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the last twelve hours would magically rewrite themselves. But the image of him, half-naked, smirking, teasing, was burned into your mind like a bad tattoo.

Kill me now. You thought to yourself.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself up and pulled your phone from your purse. Six missed calls. Eleven messages. You called the first person on the list, already heading to the bathroom. You needed a shower. A long, scalding shower to wash away the disaster that was last night.

"Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to call you all night!" She practically shouted into the phone, the second she picked up.

You winced. "Sorry, I drank too much and... passed out." You rubbed your forehead, catching sight of your reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged under your eyes. Hair an absolute mess. "I need to ask you--"

"Passed out where? And why did you leave with Norris?" Your friend interrupted.

You froze. Your brain scrambled to piece together her words. You remembered being outside with Eric and Lando. But just the two of them.

"Wait-- you guys let me leave with Lando?" Your voice rose, panic creeping in. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Y/n, we didn't know you left with him!"

You frowned. "But—how do you—?"

"There are photos and videos of you leaving with him." She said bluntly. "In his car. They're everywhere." A cold shiver ran down your spine. You felt your legs go weak as you gripped the bathroom counter for support. "I thought you were hitting it off with that other guy." Your friend continued. "How the hell did you end up with Lando?"

You ran a hand through your tangled hair, your mind racing. "I-- I don't know." You admitted, panic settling in. "I don't remember! But we—" You stopped yourself just in time, biting your lip. No way in hell were you telling anyone about what may or may not have happened last night. "I'm never drinking again. This was a terrible idea."

Monday had rolled around again, far sooner than you would've liked. You hadn't seen Lando since you stormed out of his apartment wrapped in his bedsheet, and you had no intention of crossing paths with him anytime soon.

But somehow, his fans had found your Instagram account and the follow requests had been insane.

You'd seen the photos and the videos. And, yeah, it looked bad. Really bad. His hand around your waist, your head resting against his chest. The way he leaned in close, like he actually cared. Anyone looking at those pictures would think there was something more than just hatred between you two.

And then there was that picture. That one that made you blush like a tomato.

Your head rested against his chest, looking up at him, while he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. He had this soft look, like you were the only person in the world.

You could easily pass off as a pair of lovebirds, but that was far from the truth.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked and looked down to see Clare, one of the little girls from your class, staring up at you with big and curious eyes.

"Yes, Clare?" You asked, forcing a smile as the rest of the kids ran out for playtime.

She motioned for you to come closer, so you bent down.

"You and your boyfriend look cute together!" She whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched. "My mommy showed me the pictures. She said he looks at you like my daddy looks at her."

The innocent compliment made your cheeks burn and for a split second, your heart fluttered, before the reality of it all came crashing back. Before you could respond, Clare giggled and ran off to join her friends, leaving you absolutely stunned.

Lando leaned back in his chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. The glow of the screen illuminated his focused expression.

"Mate, you're actually terrible." Max groaned as Lando missed another shot in the game.

"Shut up!" Lando shot back, laughing.

There was a brief silence as they played, until Max broke it with a teasing voice.

"So… you and Y/n, huh?"

Lando's fingers froze for half a second before he recovered. "What?"

Max chuckled. "Oh, don't play dumb. I saw the pictures. The whole world saw the pictures."

Lando sighed, already knowing where the conversation was going. "There's nothing going on and you know it."

"Uh-huh." Max said, clearly enjoying himself. "You looked pretty cozy. Hand in her hair, staring at her like she was the last slice of pizza…"

"I was just helping her." Lando muttered, trying to focus on the game. "She was drunk. I wasn't going to let her walk home. I'm not a piece of shit."

"And the part where you like her?"

Lando's character nearly got shot in the game. "I don't!"

Max laughed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. You hate her. That's why you haven't stopped talking about her since that night, right?"

"You're the one that brought her up." Lando groaned. "And if I talk about her because it's because she's annoying!"

Max hummed. "Right, but remind me again, why did you stay in bed with her until she fell asleep?"

Lando gritted his teeth. "Because she was drunk, and I didn’t want her to choke on her own vomit. I'm already regretting telling you that."

Max snorted. "Sure, sure. And the fact that you haven't been with anyone else since that night has nothing to do with her, right?"

"Shut up and play the game."

"I'll shut up when you admit you like her."

"That's never gonna happen."

"Okay, then. Guess I'll just keep sending you those cute photos the fans keep posting."

"Maxxxx!"

You were exhausted. Work had drained every last bit of energy from you, and to make things worse, dinner with your parents had been nothing short of an interrogation.

"So, who is this Lando?"

"Are you dating him?"

"You two look very close in those photos!"

Your mother had shown you the pictures as if you hadn't already seen them a thousand times. Your father, usually indifferent to your personal life, had even said: "He's a race car driver, right? Those guys are trouble."

No matter how many times you insisted that nothing was going on, they wouldn't let up. By the time you finally left, your head was pounding.

All you wanted was to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the next ten hours.

As you pulled into the underground garage of your building, your eyes immediately locked onto your parking spot and the sight of Lando's McLaren sitting right in it. Again.

Your blood boiled instantly. "That prick! He does it on porpuse." You smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

You sat there for a moment, until an idea formed in your mind. With a smirk, you pulled up right behind his car, blocking him in.

Getting out, you slammed the door shut, crossed your arms, and admired your handiwork. Let's see him try to pull out now.

Before you could take three steps, you heard footsteps. Lando appeared, dressed in all black, keys in hand, clearly about to go out. The moment he saw your car blocking his, his expression changed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped, walking toward you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think my parking spot was yours?"

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls. "I was only going to grab my phone. I left it upstairs. Relax."

You let out a dry laugh. "Relax?" You gestured to his car. "How about you stop acting like you own the damn building?"

His jaw clenched. "Y/n, move your car. I'm in a hurry."

You tilted your head. "Why should I? Pick another one. It's not like you only own one car."

His frustration was evident, just as much as yours. "I swear it's the last time I park in your spot."

"I don't believe you."

"Move!"

"I don't want to."

Lando stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're impossible."

"And you're an idiot. Stop thinking you're above everybody."

"For a kindergarten teacher, you sure are a nightmare."

"For an F1 driver, you sure are slow."

Lando opened his mouth and let out a sarcastic chuckle. And then, before you could process what was happening, his hands were on your face, and his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body instinctively responding as his mouth moved against yours, rough and urgent. His hands cupped your face, pressing you back against your car as if he was trying to prove something.

And for a second, you let him. Because despite everything, it felt good. Too good.

But then, reality hit you like a truck. You shoved him away hard, breathing heavily. And before you could stop yourself, your hand flew up, slapping him across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the garage. Lando's head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening.

"You asshole." You spat, your heart pounding.

Lando exhaled sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without another word, you turned on your heel, stormed to your car, and pulled out of the garage, leaving him standing there.

You drove out of the garage like a maniac, the tires screeching against the pavement. Reckless. Impulsive. Exactly how Lando drove.

And then, out of nowhere, tears started spilling down your cheeks.

You didn't remember the last time you had cried, but now the sobs came fast and uncontrollable, a lump forming in your throat so tight it felt like you couldn't breathe. Your vision blurred, and your hands trembled against the wheel.

With shaking fingers, you pulled over and leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to suppress the pain that had crept up without warning.

You couldn't believe. All of this for a selfish prick like Lando?

Lando had canceled his plans. He had barely made it through the elevator doors before frustration consumed him, his feet carrying him straight to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he let out a sharp exhale and dropped his keys onto the counter, running a hand through his curls.

His whole body was buzzing with anger, confusion and something else. Something he didn't want to name.

He didn't know why he had kissed you. No. That was a lie.

He knew. Deep down, he fucking knew. He had wanted to kiss you since the first day he saw you, since the moment he moved into the building. But now that feeling he had buried and denied, had come crashing back to life because of that stupid accidental kiss at the school.

Lando groaned, gripping his face as he collapsed onto the couch. "Fuckkk!!!" His voice echoed through the empty apartment. He tilted his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "You don't like her, Lando!" He muttered to himself. "It's just a stupid… crush. Sexual tension. That's all it is." His jaw clenched. "She's never going to like you like that. She hates you."

But, don't you hate her back? A voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Lando swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. And for the first time, he admitted the truth. "I don't!"

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this is ndn lnd : introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

You Look Like You Love Me, Featuring Oscar Piasrti

More to come? Eventually?

taglist:

@caratheewriter @mirrorball-6 @96mcobo @katiascraft @priniya @olliesallamericanbitch

THIS SCENE I CAN'T BREATHE THEIR LOOKS AND HE ASKING HER TO SAY SOMETHING AND SHE SAYING SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO THEM TO HAPPEN THEN SAYING GOODBYE KISSING HIM AND LEAVING I'M STILL CRYING

THE NEW AMERICAN

F1 Driver Reader Masterlist

Summary: You join the F1 paddock mid-season alongside fellow rookie Franco Colapinto, stepping in for Lance Stroll after a season-ending injury. This journey is far from sunshine and rainbows, but you’re ready to take on the challenges—and the deep-rooted misogyny of the sport—to prove everyone wrong. Determined to make your mark, you’ll fight to win over the skeptics and earn the respect of the F1 world.

The Debut

The Debut part 2

Azerbaijan GP

Azerbaijan GP part 2

Singapore GP

Singapore GP part 2

Autumn Break

Autumn Break part 2

USA TEXAS GP

USA TEXAS GP part 2

Mexican GP

Mexican GP part 2

Brazilian GP

Brazilian GP part 2

Las Vegas GP

Las Vegas GP part 2

Qatar GP

Qatar GP part 2

Abu Dhabi GP

Abu Dhabi GP part 2

End of the Season

I will try to write ate least 1 update per week but bare with me as I am a College student and it is almost Finals Season (Lots of Big tests for anyone whos never heard of it) I have written about 3 different versions of these, depending on how this one goes, I may edit and finish the other two f1driver reader series stories.

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Series:

Endless Revenge

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Scott McCall

I’m a monster: you end up in the same room as Scott during a full moon, but you’re not afraid of him.

Stiles Stilinski

first date: he takes you roller skating for your first date together. you have no idea what you’re doing, but he teaches you all you need to know.

sweet victory: he wins the game and the girl.

"Were you just touching yourself?"

Void Stiles

remember me: let's play a game of hide and seek. I'll count, you hide. when I find you, and I will... you're mine.

Liam Dunbar

is it over?: everyone thinks you’re human until you react to the virus and nearly die in Liam’s arms.

handprints: he finds out you like spankings SMUT

tension on the field: you both are always competing with each other until it’s time for one of you to admit defeat. but is it really defeat? SMUT

Brett Talbot

without you: you’re having a breakdown and tell your brother, Stiles, Brett told you “I love you” for the first time the night he died.

the perfect revenge: you use each other to get back at your brother, Liam. SMUT

Jordan Parrish

training: he’s jealous of your friendship with Derek Hale even though you two aren’t dating. you’re ready to blow off steam and he’s ready for you. SMUT

listen to me: he edges you for hours for sending him a naughty pic while he was at work

Derek Hale

better late than never: there is a Christmas party (family reunion) and you told everybody that you had a boyfriend, but Derek is late so your family is convinced you made it all up until Derek turns up // 2

competition: Derek is afraid you will leave him for someone better.

young love: Derek from the past pays you a visit at work.

testing the water: the pack walks in on you having sex. SMUT

dinner is served: you tease him under the table so he takes care of you in the bathroom SMUT

safe and sound: he sends a search party out for you after an argument

"I know you said you didn't want to be late but you look amazing and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now."

Peter Hale

well, what are we waiting for?: you’re stuck under the mistletoe with him

kiss me already: the pack asks him to keep an eye on you. neither of you are fond of the idea, but you grow to love it.

I’m not going anywhere: you’re both content with your arrangement.

Isaac Lahey

prove me wrong: he’s the school bad boy and he assumes you think you’re better than him. / 2 SMUT

safe here: he comes to you for comfort after a fight with his father.

Theo Raeken

you’ll always have me: he gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give him the silent treatment.

I’m still coming with you: he always acts tough around everyone until he’s with you.

behave: you’re dating and he’s obsessed with you

i believe this belongs to you: you’re an outcast but he sticks up for you.

The Wild Hunt: you’re taken by the Wild Hunt but he saves you. / 2

i'm yours: he can’t keep his hands off of you, but you’re shy.

make-up sex: he gets jealous of your ex, Isaac, and ignores you for a few days. SMUT

you: Issac asks you out so that Theo can realize his feelings for you.

use your words: you catch him masturbating to the thought of you so you do something about it. SMUT

your blessing: he wants your friends’ blessing before he asks you out.

daddy: he finds out you have a daddy kink and teases you about it. SMUT

Jackson Whittmore

too good for you: he grows apart from you trying to fit in.

selfish: you realize you’re worth more than he gave you.

Lydia Martin

problem solved: she saves you from a lecture from her mother.

Malia Tate

i love you: she gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give her the silent treatment

Erica Reyes

my favorite girl:  she makes you jealous so you will make the first move SMUT

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Headcanons

telling them you’re pregnant