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VOTE GUYS AND I PROMISE SHE WILL SERVE !!!
honestly these are all such perfect AUs
(btw the faster you vote the faster you will be blessed with fics so do itπ)
NEW FIC VOTING!!
i have an array of aus that iβm excited to explore, and most will be a mix of headcannons, written fics, dialogues, moodboards and smaus!
this all thanks to @maxivstappen ππ an absolute angel
please reblog for a high amount of votes π€π«£π
lando norris
frenemy!lando
roommate!lando
baker!reader
oscar piastri
interviewer!reader
race engineer!reader
neighbour!reader
max verstappen
cat sitter!reader
pilates!reader
race engineer!max
social media admin!reader
iβd love if anyone has any ideas for me to combine with these!!
f1 taglist; @llando4norris @mharmie-formula1 @mixedribbons @awritingtree @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @daemyratwst @sheslikeacurse @futuref1-wag @tinyhrry @lokideservesahug @ricciardonut @sumlovesjude @emrybΒ @ems-alexandra @pausmoon @dear-fifi @silkenthusiastsΒ @yesmanbabe @hwalllllllelujah @saachiep81 @sunlithearts @spanishcorndogs @gr1mes-cc @yukiotadako @evie-119 @kissesandmartinis @thebookbakery @merchelsea @booksandflowrs @sinfully-yoursss @gigigreensΒ @alilstressyandlotdepressy @itsss4t4n @agmoon03 @poppysrin @pastrymechanic @pastryfication @elizabethenjoys @papayadays @milkysoop @hadesnumber1daughter @sid-is-gr8 @noeasayys @chris-evanslover @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @bowielovesyou @allywthsr @llando4norris @1800-love-me @alilstressyandlotdepressy
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: almost a month later (??) didnβt feel like that to for me because work has been beating my ass but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless . 2nd part to this
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: a maxivstappen post ?? in 2025 ??? whatβs going on
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: 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 didnβt exactly steal them but who cares)
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DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING ?
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β½ο½‘β distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right? β lando norris x reader based on βdid you like her in the morningβ by nikki
αΆ» π π° angst! pure angst π 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 wouldnβt 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 youβd 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. Youβd have it without him too, and no doubt, you would have tons of fun doing so, but of course itβs better with a βsuper cool hot famous boyfriendβ by your side, as he liked to call himself.
You loved it, until you couldnβt 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, couldnβt 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 havenβt seen in what felt like forever, and really, whatβs a better reason for a reunion than a wedding?
But thatβs where the trouble began.
You liked to call yourself independent. Very independent, even. You didnβt 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, youβve stated before that in case of you losing the job for whatever reason or if you just couldnβt travel with him anymore, youβd think a long distance relationship would work just well. At least for you.
Of course, the constant missing your partner would complicate things, but thatβs still no reason to break up a relationship that has lasted for longer than three years already. At least thatβs what you thought.
Lando liked to call himself independent too. Very independent, even. Too bad itβs all a lie.
Lando has always hated the idea of being away from you, or rather the idea of you being far from him. Itβs not like he didnβt have any trust in you, itβs just become normal for him to always have you at least somewhat in his reach. Thatβs how your relationship has always been, you were coworkers before you were lovers.
He didnβt mind you taking a few days off. He also didnβt 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 heβd like to admit.
Youβve 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 youβd be gone, and itβs not at all like you couldnβt 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 wasnβt 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 youβd now finally see again, Lando never really left your mind. You just didnβt understand why, you werenβt 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 wasnβt 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 didnβt have any time for that. You werenβt 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 didnβt have time for marriage, even less for planning a wedding, but you still couldnβt 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 didnβt 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 Tomβs attention was fixated on Nina again to then check your messages and - missed calls?
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Lando hated how his mood changed whenever you were gone. It felt as if there was something missing when you werenβt 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, thatβs when he realized that he wasnβt 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 couldnβt 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 didnβt 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 didnβt 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. Itβs 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 hadnβt 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?
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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.
βCarlos? Is everything okay?β The Spaniard could practically feel your distress through the screen and he swore heβs 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 Carlosβ voice as you locked the door of the bathroom stall furthest in the back, however, every word that came after βLando cheated on youβ somehow wasnβt comprehensive to you.
You just hope heβll still like her in the morning, cause you, for sure, werenβt coming back.
ββββββ ββ ββ MAX VERSTAPPEN #1
WRITTEN FICS βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ
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β© 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?)
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)
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hi! i saw that you have a 1k event so i was wondering can i request, the lyrics βopen up the door,can you open up the door?β- chihiro, billie eilish. βI want you to stayβ-birds of a feather, billie eilish. with max verstappen?
OPEN UP THE DOOR ! MV1
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β½ο½‘β max seems to be in a terrible condition, so you really need him to open the door now β max verstappen x reader
αΆ» π π° angst, hurt & comfort, fluff? π 0.8k words (blurb)
He had been down for days now, a breakdown as foreseeable as the weather.
He was at his breaking point, but made sure nobody knew. Of course, he knew that showing emotion isnβt something to be ashamed of regardless of oneβs gender, but there was still something so humiliating about having to give in, about having to speak about his - what the formula one fans called it - βdownfallβ.
He didnβt want to give in because he hadnβt lost yet. He was still leading, still the one with better chances to win the championship, but all praise towards Norris, someone whoβs supposed to be his friend first and rival second, hurt like hell.
So after yet another pole for Norris, even though the rest of the day went incredibly well for Max, he really needed to let it out. Finally.
He hurried off into his driverβs room, face all red and hands shaking. He didnβt even know himself if he felt anger or sadness right this moment, all he knew was that one more stupid question by a reckless reporter would give him the rest, and a scandal like that would only make things worse. Couldnβt people just let him do his damn sport and drive? Who gives a fuck about his relationship to his fellow drivers, who cares about who he thinks should be McLarenβs first driver? Was his opinion really that important?
As if that wasnβt enough already, he had to put up with insults and doubts from fans and even his own team as well. They want him to be flawless yet only ever remind him of his flaws.
Max paced around his room, droplets of sweat running down his cheek. He was fucking done with this shit. Why couldnβt they just let him do his damn job? All he signed up for was driving, and now he had to meet random celebrities he doesnβt even know the names of, he has to put with drama fueled up for nothing and the fia now also wants him to stop swearing as if he was some little kid. It was absolute bullshit to him.
His hands clenched into fists and the familiar taste of blood in his mouth was the only thing keeping him from biting down onto his lip even harder.
But then he heard a knock.
βMax? Can you open up the door?β
He recognized you immediately. Your voice was soft and tender like the one of an angel, making his heart flutter, yet he didnβt want you to see him like that.
You were one of Maxβs new engineers, and he had never been so happy to see a new face in the Red Bull garage. It was unusual at first, but you two got along as if youβd known each other for forever already, making the separation of the private life and the work life harder than Max usually knows it to be.
You had noticed that Max has been on edge for a while now, especially today. Seeing him run off to his driverβs room only worried you more.
βSorry, y/n. Canβt at the momentβ
Maybe this wasnβt professional of you, and maybe you shouldnβt be standing in front of his door waiting for him to welcome you in, but maybe you were good enough friends for you to know that he shouldnβt be alone right now, even if he thinks differently.
And maybe you wanted nothing more than to finally be there for him like he was for you when you explained to him how weird it felt to work at a place youβve never even known or seen from outside the tv before.
βMax, can you open up the door? Please? Iβm worriedβ
And that was all he needed to hear. The last thing he wanted was to worry you over what is supposed to be meaningless stuff like this.
He knew you were the right person for him to see right now, and he also knew you wouldnβt judge him.
And so he finally opened the door, the familiar scent of your perfume immediately filling up his nose making him practically fall into your embrace. You slightly pushed the door with your foot so it would close by itself before burying your fingers in his hair while he breathed down your neck.
With your hands cradling his scalp and his arms tight around your waist, Max knew one thing for sure; he wanted you to stay.
guys ik this is very short & bad but i cannot do better atm because of school! very sorry :( but iβm working on some other stuff already!!
ββββββ ββ ββ LANDO NORRIS #4
WRITTEN FICS βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ
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β© THE GREATEST
synopsis :: being in a relationship with a formula 1 driver like lando was hard, but not impossible. right?
angst , hurt no comfort (yet) , 4.4k words
β© TRUE BLUE (THE GREATEST PART 2.)
synopsis :: he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart?
angst , hurt and comfort , fluff , 4.1k words
β© DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING?
synopsis :: distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right?
angst lol , 1.7k words
SMAUS βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ
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β© WHAT A COINCIDENCE ( FT. CHARLES LECLERC #16 )
part of : short nβ sweet special
synopsis :: charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things donβt work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?
angst , sweet revenge
BLURBS
β© BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS
angst , fluff
can I request text au in which you hide that youβre sick because you didnβt want to bother him etc π
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featuring ; max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
ποΈ:: thank you so much for requesting and for your patience ! havenβt done one of these in a while but itβs something to keep you guys entertained while iβm busying myself with the 1k event :)
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congratulations for 1k, you really deserve It !!
for your event: can i ask for a carlos sainz fic based on "break my heart, and I swear i'm moving on with your favorite athlete" by sabrina carpenter in good graces
thanks xx and ily
౨ৠYOUR FAVORITE ATHLETE ! β§βΛ.
౨ৠ1K EVENT β short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
pairing β carlos alcaraz x reader / carlos sainz x reader
summary β break my heart and i swear im moving on with your favorite athlete! angst & sweet revenge (again lol)
warnings / disclaimer β none, just my not so perfect Spanish (please correct me)! hope you liked this <3 thank you lots for your support and sorry for my absence - school is really time consuming at the moment :( i'll be updating more frequently again soon β masterlist (not updated sry) / prev. work
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12th of January - TWITTER
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4th of February - @.yourusername β just posted on INSTA !
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yourusername girls just wanna have fun or whatever π love ya @.alexandrasaintmleux
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user1 omg why did she unfollow carlos?
user2 @.user1 she follows carlos wdym
user3 @.user2 no they mean carlos alcaraz the tennis player, y/nβs boyfriend (if theyβre still together). I suppose youβre an f1 fan?
user2 @.user3 yes haha sorry i didnβt know that, and I donβt watch tennis so thatβs why i was confused
alexandrasaintmleux β my only loveπ₯Ή never ever leave me again!!
-> β₯οΈ by @.yourusername β
charles_leclerc β @.alexandrasaintmleux what do you mean βonly loveβ?? donβt you think youβre missing someone?
alexandrasaintmleux β @.charles_leclerc so sorry, of course i love my baby leo just as muchπ₯°
charles_leclerc β @.alexandrasaintmleux π
user4 oh theyβre so HOT
user5 @.user4 CARLOS FUMBLED IF WHAT IβM THINKING IS TRUE
user6 ONE CHANCE Y/N JUST ONE
landonorris βyou can finally focus on the better sport now π
-> β₯οΈ by @.yourusername β
user7 @.landonorris WHAT DOES THIS MEANNNNN
user8 @.user7 i think carlitos and her broke up π
yourusername β@.landonorris only saying that cause i keep beating you at tennis
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5th of February - TWITTER
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5th of February - TEXTS
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6th of February - @.yourusername β just posted on INSTA !
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yourusername if i speak i am in trouble π€
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landonorris β AHHHHHHH
yourusername β @.landonorris AHHHHHHH
user9 @.landonorris LANDO SPILL
user10 guys alcaraz likedπ§
user11 @.user10 HES JELLYYYYYY
alexandrasaintmleux β hope you had the best night everβΊοΈ
yourusername β @.alexandrasaintmleux wasnβt as fun as it wouldβve been with youπββοΈ
alexandrasaintmleux β @.yourusername let me take you out next time π€
carlossainz55 β @.yourusername @.charlesleclerc theyβre flirting againπ
charles_leclerc β @.carlossainz55 they will never stopπ
user12 THE LAST PIC
user13 @.user12 MYSTERY GUY SPENT THE NIGHT
user14 @.user13 THATS CARLOS SAINZ
user15 @.user14 i was about to call you delulu butβ¦. i think youβre right
user16 @.user15 guys go get some sleep itβs okay β¦ delulu isnβt always the solulu π
user17 HES HOLDING HER SHOES
user18 SOFT LAUNCH BUT WHO TF IS SHE LAUNCHING π£οΈπ£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯π₯
carlossainz55 β β€οΈ
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user20 @.carlossainz55 OHMYGAWWKDKSKALSKSKS
user21 TENNIS WAG TURNED F1 WAG AND IVE NEVER BEEN HERER FOR IT
user22 @.user21 youβve never been what?
user23 @.user22 you need to learn matching peopleβs freak frπ£
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A Couple Weeks Later - TEXTS
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20th of October - @.carlossainz55 β just posted on INSTA !
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carlossainz55 won the race and got the girlπ great work from the team (and me)
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yourusername β love you baby
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20th of October - @.yourusername β just posted a story on INSTA !
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hope you liked it <3 guys please correct my spanish PLEASEEEEE (the question marks are weird like that on purpose because iβm a lazy bitch)
gen / sns taglist :: @norrisdriver @1655clean
congrats on 1k again mel π€ i'm so proud of u!!
i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
౨ৠMAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE β§Λ. OP81
౨ৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
summary β you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnβt. he liked to tell people that heβs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n β thank you so much for your constant support mlπ₯Ή im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song βjunoβ by sab!
warnings β kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnβt my first language, not proofread
It really wasnβt your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenβt used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for βurgent needsβ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatβs what you told everyone. At least thatβs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnβt keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heβs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnβt even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heβs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love β like you admittedly were β then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnβt even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heβs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnβt expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the βcasualβ sex wasnβt enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heβs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenβt him, and since itβs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnβt hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, βjunoβ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind β including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnβt have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendβs, jackβs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnβt make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenβt just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarβs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnβt mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnβt have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoβs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnβt want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
βFancy another beer?β You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your faΓ§ade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youβve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnβt nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
βWhat were you doing with him, y/n?β
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnβt even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. βTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?β
βOscar I-β
βKeep talking or Iβll stop,β he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnβt keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
βI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!β
Oscarβs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnβt get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnβt focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
βStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnβt like seeing you with him,β he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
βWhy donβt you love me?β You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
βI- What? Why would you think that?β
βMaybe because you literally said so?β
βUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,β he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnβt say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. βDonβt cry on me, y/n, please donβt,β he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. βWas just being stupid, didnβt wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,β he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnβt confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnβt love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youβd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youβd go back home with him. It wasnβt enough to make it official, you werenβt boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnβt his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnβt have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
౨ৠMAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE β§Λ. OP81
౨ৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
summary β you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnβt. he liked to tell people that heβs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n β thank you so much for your constant support mlπ₯Ή im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song βjunoβ by sab!
warnings β kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnβt my first language, not proofread
It really wasnβt your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenβt used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for βurgent needsβ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatβs what you told everyone. At least thatβs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnβt keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heβs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnβt even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heβs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love β like you admittedly were β then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnβt even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heβs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnβt expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the βcasualβ sex wasnβt enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heβs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenβt him, and since itβs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnβt hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, βjunoβ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind β including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnβt have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendβs, jackβs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnβt make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenβt just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarβs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnβt mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnβt have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoβs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnβt want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
βFancy another beer?β You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your faΓ§ade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youβve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnβt nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
βWhat were you doing with him, y/n?β
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnβt even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. βTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?β
βOscar I-β
βKeep talking or Iβll stop,β he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnβt keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
βI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!β
Oscarβs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnβt get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnβt focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
βStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnβt like seeing you with him,β he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
βWhy donβt you love me?β You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
βI- What? Why would you think that?β
βMaybe because you literally said so?β
βUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,β he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnβt say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. βDonβt cry on me, y/n, please donβt,β he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. βWas just being stupid, didnβt wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,β he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnβt confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnβt love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youβd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youβd go back home with him. It wasnβt enough to make it official, you werenβt boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnβt his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnβt have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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౨ৠMAXIVSTAPPENβS 1K EVENT ౨ΰ§
1K EVENT :: FICS β§ Λ. requests closed ΰ½ΌΰΌββΊβοΈββΊβ.Λ
-> [ angst / hurt & comfort / fluff / smut ]
π§ β send me a song or certain lyrics of a song with a driver and iβll write either a completely written fic, a smau or a drabble β or whatever youβd prefer β based on the music you requested. you can also request multiple songs or lyrics of different songs and iβll combine them into one fic
πΏ β send me a driver and a number. iβll shuffle through my playlist until iβve reached the number you sent β and then iβll write a fics based on that song with your driver.
π· β send me a picture of a driver and iβll write a small blurb or drabble based on it
-> read below the cut to see who i write for
1K EVENT :: GET TO KNOW ME β§ Λ. asks open ΰ½ΌΰΌββΊβοΈββΊβ.Λ
π€ β ask me anything! anything youβd like to know or might find interesting, go ahead and send me an ask :) wether that be about my fav driver, about other fandoms iβm in, or about my hair colour, iβll answer :)
ποΈβ send me a number of times i should shuffle through my playlist β iβll tell you about the song and if it has any special meaning to me etc. [they usually do]
WHO I WRITE FOR :: lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , arthur leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , logan sargeant , sebastian vettel , nico hΓΌlkenberg , alex albon , george russel , kimi antonelli , lance stroll , yuki tsunoda , pierre gasly , olli bearman , franco colapinto
ABOUT OTHER REQUESTS :: i will come to them at some point, but for now iβll focus on this event! i might combine some, but in other cases, please be patient with me <3 my (still not published) short βn sweet series will also be paused so i can focus on this, unless of course people request fics for songs from SnS ;)
and finally . . .
THANK YOU ! β
this is such a huge milestone and iβm so grateful to each and everyone of you <3 your support is what keeps me motivated to write more and more and the least i can do to thank you is writing those specific requests for you. love ya and thank you !
౨ৠWHAT A COINCIDENCE ! β§βΛ.
౨ৠpart of my short nβ sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
smau β angst & sweet revenge
pairing β charles leclerc x reader / lando norris x reader ( fc: sabrina carpenter )
summary β charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things donβt work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?
warnings / disclaimer β none, just some swearing!
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6th February 2024 - @.yourusername β just posted on INSTA!
liked by landonorris, sadiesink_ and 2,965,201 others
yourusername the only thing that surprised me yesterday was, in fact, the cake β¨ wouldnβt have wanted to spend it any other way β thank you for all your birthday wishes <3
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landonorris β pretty girl
-> β₯οΈ by @.yourusername β
carlossainz55 β @.landonorris omgπ₯Ή youβre growing up lando
user3 @.carlossainz55 NOT HIM SIDING WITH LANDO THIS IS SO MESSY
user1 i cannot handle everything thatβs happened yesterday and today
user2 @.user1 whatβs going on?
user3 @.user2 charles and his ex got together again right on y/nβs birthday and sheβs very obviously throwing shade in her caption (saying sheβs not surprised because alex and charles are always on&off) + lando just called her pretty girl???
user2 @.user3 omg queen, lando should make a move
milliebobbybrown β happy birthday bb
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user4 @.milliebobbybrown eleven what are you doing here
user7 ICONIC ICON
user5 oscar and lily were there, carlos, lando, george and max were there, where the hell was charles??? he didnβt even like the post
user6 @.user5 heβs with alex again :(
user5 @.user6 WHAT
user6 @.user5 yes even worse, he left the morning of her bday to fly out to alex
user7 @.user6 nobody confirmed it stop talking shit
user8 @.user7 charles was seen at an airport just that morning + it wouldnβt be out of character for him, heβs always been like this + he wasnβt at her bday party but they were still seen together one day before + half of the grid was there but he wasnβt
user8 the caption is so ironic ππ
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23rd August 2024 - @.landonorris β just posted a story on INSTA! (playing: coincidence by y/n l/n)
@.yourusername replied : i love you more lanπ₯Ή
@.danielricciardo replied : i thought your obsession would stop now that youβre together but these past months have all proven me very wrongπ
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@.yourusername β just posted on INSTA!
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yourusername what a coincidence! Iβve got a few surprises for you! first of all, my new single βcoincidenceβ is out now! second, music video for said song is coming tomorrow ANNNNNNDDDD surprise surprise surprise!!! MY NEW ALBUM βShort nβ Sweetβ COMING OUT NOVEMBER 13TH <333
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user1 ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR
user2 i want her so bad
user3 @.user2 same
user4 IS THAT LANDOβS HEAD ON THE FOURTH SLIDE
user5 @.user4 IT IS
user6 @.user4 HEβLL BE IN HER MV I THINK
user7 @.user6 OH MY GOD
user8 i want both her and lando
user9 lmao charles in the likesππ
user10 probably wants her back
landonorris β π€π€
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user11 @.landonorris @.charles_leclerc omg look charles!π§ itβs not that hard to interact with and post your girlfriend !!!
user12 @.landonorris PLEASE GET MARRIED HAVE KIDS PLEASE
user13 im gonna stream this til my neighbours know the lyrics by heart
oscarpiastri β lando wonβt shut up about you
carlossainz55 β @.oscarpiastri he never will
user14 i love how theyβre all friends with y/nπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
user15 oscar and carlos interaction in y/nβs comment section might be my favourite thing ever
user16 please more charles hate songs π
mclaren β streaming rn as we speak
user17 THE ALBUMβS COMING OUT ON LANDOβS BIRTHDAYπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
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first smau ever !! probs not the best but i hope you like it anyway :)
ok but what about ur f1 boyfriend noticing that u tried to hide from him that u cried earlier??
YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND FINDS OUT YOU CRIED ΰΌβ§βΛ.
hurt & comfort + fluff !!
requested? yes, see above :) thank you sm for requesting! im working on getting requests done as well as a charles fic iβve been writing for some time now, so stay tuned
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BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS ! LANDO NORRIS X READER BLURB
best friend ! lando who holds you tight after you came crying to him because your boyfriend cheated on you
best friend ! lando who spends every free second of his time with you, always making sure youβre distracted enough to not think about what your ex did to you
best friend ! lando who always takes you to his races, happy to see you smiling and giggling next to his mother in the McLaren hospitality
best friend ! lando who comes running to you first after a race as you kiss his cheek, congratulating him on his performance, relaxing into his embrace
best friend ! lando who loves seeing how well you get along with the other drivers and their girlfriends
best friend ! lando who gets constantly teased by oscar about the way he looks at you, how he admires you, and how heβs scared to ask you out
best friend ! lando who secretly blushes every time he stumbles over an edit or a tweet about the two of you, the fans already speculating about wether itβs really just a βfriendshipβ or something more
best friend ! lando who sees you getting ready in your apartment for yet another first date, an unimpressed and disapproving look on his face
best friend ! lando who waits for your call, knowing heβd have to pick you up after that date. they never go well
best friend ! lando who finally cracks when youβre sitting in his car crying because no guy seems to treat you right
best friend ! lando who wipes away your tears with his hand, his fingers gently caressing your cheek
best friend ! lando who tilts your head to make you look at him, leaning in to finally kiss you
best friend ! lando who smiles into the kiss as you do the same, butterflies erupting in your tummy
best friend ! lando who has that warm, fuzzy feeling inside his body as he glances at you in his passenger seat as you doze off, driving you back home with a steady grin on his face, his cheeks painted in a warm pink
best friend ! lando who is absolutely in love with you.
i want him so bad lolz ΰΌβ§βΛ. [ masterlist / previous post / requests open ]
Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they donβt have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$
βΊ THEY TEXT YOU AFTER THE BREAKUP ΰΌβ§βΛ.
requested ? yes! multiple times :) hope this lives up to your imagination. part 2 of this.
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heyaaa!! i absolutely love love love your blog and ur texts so so so much!! i was wondering if you could maybe do one where the reader sends a suggestive/flirty message to the wrong driver? and then itβs just confusion and embarrassment hahah
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
requested? Yes! See above :) thank you sm for your kind words! this request has been sitting in my inbox for some time now and I finally had the motivation to do it! Iβm currently working on completing all my smau/chat requests (not in a specific order - just what I wanna do atm) so if you requested something and itβs not yet posted, please be patient :) working on actual fics in the meantime as well
crack! + suggestive β requests are open β> masterlist β> previous post
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THE GREATEST β TRUE BLUE
[ part one / masterlist / requests are open ]
β½ο½‘β part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)
αΆ» π π° angst, hurt & comfort, hints of fluff (?) π 4.1k words
β Lights out, youβre not here holding me β
Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasnβt on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasnβt yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.
The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.
At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker theyβve known for so long, they realized he wasnβt. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldnβt care less about his friendsβ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said itβs because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. Heβd rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.
If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.
He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if youβd ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.
He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldnβt think about you, not here. But like always, he couldnβt help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldnβt happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasnβt afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?
β I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep β
You couldnβt sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never shouldβve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didnβt send you off to sleep on the couch.
You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didnβt dare to turn on the TV. Itβs been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. Heβs so far away and yet, it didnβt make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldnβt do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldnβt be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldnβt help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.
β Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave β
And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didnβt want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didnβt leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didnβt hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.
You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought youβd be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. Sheβs known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?
Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldnβt even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.
Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasnβt good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didnβt seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didnβt want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.
The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friendβs suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldnβt even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.
β I try to live in black and white but Iβm so blue β
The race went well, but he didnβt really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.
Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasnβt spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didnβt even know why he lost you anymore, he didnβt know what the hell it was that made him believe you werenβt made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Landoβs favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.
The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that sheβd left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.
Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.
He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesnβt even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasnβt as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didnβt reach him.
βDude, I think your girlβs here.β Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didnβt pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isnβt you at the moment. Couldnβt they just give up? He wasnβt ready yet for someone else, he didnβt even know if he wanted to be with someone that isnβt you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didnβt want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.
He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.
Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasnβt quite sure, to get his order. He wasnβt certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldnβt stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, youβd come back?
He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.
He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didnβt pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever heβd walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didnβt match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldnβt be you, right?
Oscarβs words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.
It was really you.
You tried to enjoy the party, but you really werenβt doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking youβd be hitting it off with a guy youβve been talking to for some time, but that wasnβt the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if youβd like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didnβt have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.
And then you locked eyes.
The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldnβt move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.
You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didnβt dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.
βI didnβt know youβd be here, thought Iβd seen Oscar but I wasnβt sure,β you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; youβd done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldnβt process actually being in his presence again.
βYou still wear the dress?β
βItβs, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.β You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didnβt even feel the same way, maybe he didnβt even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really shouldβve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what youβd hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.
βIβm so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldnβt stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, yβknow, would probably be better for you as well, βcause you deserve better than how Iβve treated you at the end and I donβt want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I donβt know what to do! And now youβre here and I swear Iβve been waiting for a moment like this and-,β he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, βIf giving up racing means youβll let me come back to you, Iβll do it.β
Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasnβt one to joke about racing, ever. βLando you canβt just- I- I mean, racing? It didnβt work before Lan I just- donβt give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldnβt, you have so much ahead of you still,β you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.
But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if youβd let him have that second chance too.
He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. βIβll do it for youβ, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.
Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldnβt feel like this again, but youβve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Landoβs perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldnβt ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.
Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that youβd have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and thatβs all that mattered for now. Itβs gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how youβd manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didnβt care about any of that, simply content with having you again.
He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.
β Iβd like to mean it when I say Iβm over you, but thatβs still not true. β
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THE GREATEST β TRUE BLUE
[ part one / masterlist / requests are open ]
β½ο½‘β part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)
αΆ» π π° angst, hurt & comfort, hints of fluff (?) π 4.1k words
β Lights out, youβre not here holding me β
Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasnβt on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasnβt yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.
The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.
At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker theyβve known for so long, they realized he wasnβt. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldnβt care less about his friendsβ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said itβs because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. Heβd rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.
If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.
He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if youβd ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.
He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldnβt think about you, not here. But like always, he couldnβt help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldnβt happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasnβt afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?
β I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep β
You couldnβt sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never shouldβve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didnβt send you off to sleep on the couch.
You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didnβt dare to turn on the TV. Itβs been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. Heβs so far away and yet, it didnβt make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldnβt do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldnβt be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldnβt help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.
β Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave β
And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didnβt want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didnβt leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didnβt hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.
You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought youβd be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. Sheβs known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?
Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldnβt even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.
Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasnβt good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didnβt seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didnβt want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.
The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friendβs suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldnβt even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.
β I try to live in black and white but Iβm so blue β
The race went well, but he didnβt really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.
Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasnβt spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didnβt even know why he lost you anymore, he didnβt know what the hell it was that made him believe you werenβt made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Landoβs favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.
The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that sheβd left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.
Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.
He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesnβt even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasnβt as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didnβt reach him.
βDude, I think your girlβs here.β Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didnβt pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isnβt you at the moment. Couldnβt they just give up? He wasnβt ready yet for someone else, he didnβt even know if he wanted to be with someone that isnβt you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didnβt want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.
He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.
Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasnβt quite sure, to get his order. He wasnβt certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldnβt stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, youβd come back?
He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.
He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didnβt pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever heβd walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didnβt match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldnβt be you, right?
Oscarβs words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.
It was really you.
You tried to enjoy the party, but you really werenβt doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking youβd be hitting it off with a guy youβve been talking to for some time, but that wasnβt the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if youβd like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didnβt have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.
And then you locked eyes.
The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldnβt move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.
You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didnβt dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.
βI didnβt know youβd be here, thought Iβd seen Oscar but I wasnβt sure,β you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; youβd done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldnβt process actually being in his presence again.
βYou still wear the dress?β
βItβs, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.β You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didnβt even feel the same way, maybe he didnβt even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really shouldβve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what youβd hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.
βIβm so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldnβt stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, yβknow, would probably be better for you as well, βcause you deserve better than how Iβve treated you at the end and I donβt want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I donβt know what to do! And now youβre here and I swear Iβve been waiting for a moment like this and-,β he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, βIf giving up racing means youβll let me come back to you, Iβll do it.β
Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasnβt one to joke about racing, ever. βLando you canβt just- I- I mean, racing? It didnβt work before Lan I just- donβt give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldnβt, you have so much ahead of you still,β you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.
But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if youβd let him have that second chance too.
He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. βIβll do it for youβ, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.
Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldnβt feel like this again, but youβve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Landoβs perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldnβt ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.
Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that youβd have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and thatβs all that mattered for now. Itβs gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how youβd manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didnβt care about any of that, simply content with having you again.
He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.
β Iβd like to mean it when I say Iβm over you, but thatβs still not true. β
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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Twinkle Towne (An F1 X High School Musical AU!)
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β₯ pairing: george russell x fem!reader, platonic!rest of grid x reader
β₯ synopsis: New years parties, chalets and karaoke... Is this the start of something new for up-and-coming driver George Russell and maths genius Y/N L/N?
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You had always hated these FIA New Years parties, and this year was NO exception. Every year it was the same old chalet in the alps, with the same old music and the same old countdowns to the new year with a load of young drivers. You werenβt even a driver yourself, it just happened that your father, Sebastian Vettel, was like the it girl of driving, so you basically HAD to go to all these parties.
βLeibe, please, at least try and have some funβ your father begged you as he walked you down the hallway to the party for under 18βs. You huffed a little, and felt grateful youβd managed to smuggle a copy of your favourite book in that little baguette bag slung from your shoulder. βYou never know, maybe you will meet someone at this party, I know Lew-β You cut your father off with a small laugh and smile βIβll try Vati, but Iβm not going to go about looking for one of your friendβs cute sons! I have to focus on school if Iβm going to go to Princeton!βΒ You cracked a glowy smile at your father and he laughed back, smoothing your hair down with his hands, before giving you a stern look. βY/N, hand the book over.β You pouted, about to attempt a denial, but when Seb raised his eyebrow, you relented and handed your copy of βMy Brilliant Friendβ over to your dad, as he kissed your forehead and headed off to the party.Β
Meanwhile, over at the karting track nearby, George was whizzing around in his coach Lewisβ old go-kart, with Lewis cheering him on from near where the pitwall usually was. βWHOO! GO RUSSELL! WHAT A LAP KIDDO!!β he claps as the younger boy pulled up to the finish line, detaching the steering wheel so he could jump out. As he ran and hi-fived his coach, a sharp cough filled the air. Valtteri, Lewisβ old teammate and the other man on this trip with them, was stood with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face. βBoys, it is New Years Eve, please can you stop training for one evening and go shower up?β He sighed, walking over to Lewis βWhy are you all suited and booted, Bottas?β Lewis laughed, and Valterri gave the boys a little spin βThe party, Lewis. George, thereβs a kids party downstairs as well!β George scrunched his face up at the Finnish man, now with his blue helmet tucked under a lanky arm.βYoung adult partyβ he corrected himself with a sigh, looking between both Lewis and George. βWe didnβt fly all this way for you guys to race the whole time. We can do that at home.β Both the Mercedes boys hung their heads and nodded, walking off to their chalet to get cleaned up for parties they didnβt want to be at.
At the kids young adults party, cheesy pop music blared over the speakers as teens from all over the racing series played games, talked, laughed and ate. Esteban and Pierre were arguing over a foosball table, Yuki was eating every sandwich he could find, and Lando was DJing a load of karaoke over a headset and mic in his DJ merch. Kimi and Ollie, two Formula 2 drivers, had just finished up a duet of βI Wanna Dance With Somebodyβ by Whitney Houston, as the crowd clapped. You ignored the roar of the music and laughed, sat on a couch, watching everything unfold in front of you, while pulling the blue cardigan your Vati had bought for you up over your shoulders, ready to make your escape. βNot bad for a couple of drivers, huh?β Lando hollered, messing with his lighting rig a little.
βNow, whoβs gonna rock the house next next?β he asked, jumping up on a small box to scan the room better, as you struggled to think what to do, and he moved his light towards the doorway of the room. George quickly covered his face with his arm, yet felt himself dragged by another driver up to a small stage, and having a microphone thrust into his hands. You were dragged up too, a microphone flung at you, almost slipping out of your sweaty hands. How on earth could this happen to you!? Or this awfully attractive boy youβre now stood next toYou looked up at the taller man, both confused as each other, the sheen ofΒ teenage awkwardness covering both of your foreheads.
βYβknow, you guys might thank me for this laterβ Lando winks, to the reception of an unimpressed you and George. He slinks back behind the DJ rig and sighs βOr notβ¦β and starts the track. You and the boy stare at each other as the opening piano notes play. You were more so staring at those beautiful blue eyes, connecting the freckles across his nose like constellations, looking at his perfectly formed cupids bow, when all of a sudden-
βLiving in my own world
Didn't understand
That anything can happen
When you take a chanceβ
Oh boy, he has the face and voice of an angel. You made the decision quick and pulled the microphone to your lips ready for your part. There went nothingβ¦
βI never believed in What I couldn't see
I never opened my heart (Oh)
To all the possibilitiesβ
George felt his heart skip beats, the sound of his pulse rushing through his ears and the blood into his face. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Not only did this random girl heβd been pulled into some sort of karaoke fanfiction with LOOK like a princess, but she had the most beautiful voice and the confidence to actually sing with him. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he thought, perhaps love at first note could be real.
βI know that something has changed
Never felt this way, and right here tonight
This could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you (oh)
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)
The start of something newβ
You loosed up a little, taking the claw clip out of your hair and letting it flow freely, framing your face and making George flush a baby pink in the cheeks.
Thump-thump, thump-thump
His pulse quickened as you moved closer, hips gently swaying to the sweet sound of your harmonies, and he tried to keep himself in check as the song progressed.Β
βNow who'd have ever thought that
We'd both be here tonight
And the world looks so much brighter
With you by my side
I know that something has changed
Never felt this way
I know it for realβ
You just glowed as you sung, sort of enjoying the anonymity of no one in the room seeming to recognise you, despite your fatherβs name. And George could tell you glowed, he spent all your solo parts scanning your frame, to find not a single flaw in his eyes. You were some sort of fairytale princess, singing him these sweet siren songs and making him forget the stress of the track, of Coach Hamiltonβs emphasis on the upcoming races, and of his entire career as a racer.Β
It was you. him, and the music.
βThis could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you (oh)
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something newβ
And unbeknownst to him, you felt the same. No more swirling equations in your head, no more maths tests or Princeton or college entrance papers. Just this mysterious young man with the floppy curtains, slender frame, and glassiest blue eyes. And his voice, dulcet and warm, like ginger and honey tea on a winterβs morning. You pondered Landoβs words in your head:
Β βYβknow, you guys might thank me for this laterβ
And thought, maybe he was right. Maybe you would.
βI never knew that it could happen till it happened to me
I didn't know it before
But now it's easy to see
It's the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you
And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart
That it's the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you
And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart
The start of something new (The start of something new)
The start of something newβ
The music faded out as you and George stood looking into each other's eyes, a cheer spreading across the room, accompanied by the sound of claps and hollers from the crowd of teens. He smiled, and ran his hand through his hair βGeorge. And you?β You smile back, blinking softly and quietly responding βY/Nβ
You both found yourself sat outside after a while, escaping the music an the dancing just before midnight, βYou were AMAZING Y/N!β The Brit, as you had learned from the accent, enthused. βYou gotta be a singer, surely?β You chuckle, and follow his lead, guided by his soft hands, to a balcony βOnly church choir, and even then I almost fainted!β The Brit laughed, and blushed at the gentle grip of your hand, feeling the edge of your nail dig into his vein ever so slightly. βWell, you were amazing, Y/Nβ He chirps, standing with you, overlooking the snowy mountains to the tune of faded voices, and the low whirr of the ski lift in the distance.
As you both looked over the balcony, George turned and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, still talking as he did so βSo, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get your numb-β He trailed off as he looked up, only to realise you had vanished while he was pulling his phone out. Not that youβd wanted to, of course. But youβd promised your father youβd be back in the cabin by midnight, so youβd slinked away while George was distracted, the thought of your new school year buzzing in your mind. Besides, itβs not like youβd see the handsome stranger again.Β
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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dandelion | max verstappen, daniel ricciardo
pairing: max verstappen x age gap!reader x daniel ricciardo
summary: you thought the puppy fever that took over the paddock by storm would rub into your two boyfriends, but it seems to be a struggle to convince them to get a dog
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username he include dandelion guys this is not a drill he include dandelionπ¨π¨
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username they might be the best throuple ever
username them and their pets
username jimmy, sassy and dandelion are the main characters
username awww max found his love for dandelion π₯°
username typical man saying he doesnβt want any pets and then being obsessed once they get them
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username he was NOT inmune to little dandelion charm