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MWAH

LIYAHHHHH !! ilyilyily

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pst, you !! say your name or url and one thing you're being deprived of, formula one edition !!

hii !! i'm aarohi and i'm being deprived of a max win. (guys, it has been forever. c'mon i plead.)

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us.jpg - ln4

in which the couple with a .jpg account on instagram looks oddly like lando and his gf pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

i’m like… 99.95% sure this has been done already but we roll. dates are not accurate, just pretend it’s over the 2023 winter break general masterlist

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user THEYRE SO ARGH

user LILY MUNI HE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ⁉️⁉️ -> user who? -> user she’s a pro-golfer and this f1 driver’s girlfriend -> user now that you’ve mentioned it a lot of the wags follow them 🤔🤔 -> user alex is sooo writing down a hella lot of notes for charles to follow -> user they’re adorable i can’t see why they wouldn’t be a couple people would wanna be like

user the cats lowkey look like yn’s -> user right as if all pairs of black and white cats don’t look similar be so fr rn -> us.jpg their names are mickey and minnie! - he -> user we don’t know yn’s cats’ names do we? -> user sadly no

user the hand placement is sickening

user the blueprint for love 😖💘

user idk if i wanna be them or be w them

user i want a love like you two have 🥹🥹 -> us.jpg you’ll get one, i promise. there’s someone for everyone xx - she.

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user yn in the likes?!?! -> yourusername they’re so cute i can’t help it 🥺🥺

user “fuck i think i love you” SIR U BETTER OR IM TAKING UR GIRL

alexandrasaintmleux 💕💕 -> user likely place for you to be alex, charles u know what to do now treat her right 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user i would hate to be the one taking photos for them -> user honestly their love seems sickening to be around (i’d cry of jealousy)

user wait q&a time pls -> us.jpg oh?? - she. -> user HOWD YOU MEET? -> us.jpg a very mutual love of racing brought us together 🫶🏼 - he. -> user like running-racing? -> us.jpg motorsports racing! - he.

user motorsports?? f1?? oscar piastri is that u sir ‼️‼️ -> user oscar’s too shy boy to do something as hot as this -> user charles and alex? -> user lando and yn? -> user alex is too much of a fangirl on here to actually be them. lando and yn actually makes a bit of sense -> user lando loves her… but enough to do this?

user obsessed with ur style

user please i need to know who they are 😫

user it’s been seven months and they’re not letting up with the face reveals yet 😭😭

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yourusername winter, you’re super cool (no pun intended)

landonorris i prefer summer -> yourusername okay then. -> user they’re so in love 🥹

maxfewtrell is that when i decked him in the head? -> yourusername yes can u pls do it again?

oscarpiastri take us with you next time -> yourusername OFC OFC

user lando is so beefy yum

user your winter set is so cute -> yourusername ty!

landonorris come upstairs -> yourusername why. -> landonorris wanna cuddle bring snacks -> user SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

user oh to be rich and in a chalet with my hot rich boyfriend

pietra.pilao those are my uggs -> yourusername nooo…

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yourusername i still like winter more. -> landonorris look away then?? -> user four years together and they’re already an old married couple ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 -> user they’re MY old married couple

user oh to be frolicking in a flower field with my boyfriend one day

user they’re so precious to me

alex_albon it’s the middle of winter… weirdo

carlossainz55 ayeee we have to go golfing again sometime soon 😎

yourusername cutie

georgerussell63 it’s winter? -> landonorris not in australia it’s not -> maxverstappen1 you’re in europe mate -> landonorris yn babe pack your bags we’re visiting oscar -> maxverstappen1 bring me back some of those pizza shapes please 👍🏻

yourusername that shirt looks good on you -> landonorris you also said it looks better on the floor -> yourusername i did say that and i stand by it

user that field… it looks… familiar… -> user IT DOES BUT FROM WHERE -> user dare i say us.jpg’s first post in august last year 👀 -> user OMG WAIT YES -> user it’s probably just a coincidence 🤔 -> user not when it’s literally the exact same everything no! the outfits, the hair, even the fucking flowers they’re all the same -> user what do you have to say about yourselves landonorris yourusername?

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yourusername hey 🥰 -> landonorris why didn’t you come with :( -> yourusername p and i are drinking hot chocolate and watching home alone -> landonorris :(

pietra.pilao your sad faces might work on yn but you’re not getting any cocoa. over my dead body

maxfewtrell tell your gf to save us some hot chocolate 🗣️🗣️ -> landonorris only if you tell yours to -> maxfewtrell 🤝🏼

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user that’s the same fucking helmet lando wore in his story

user lando no need to hide anymore pookie

user WE KNOW ITS YOU YN 🗣️🗣️

user yn not in the likes?? LANDO not in the likes?? oh he’s in the doghouse fs

user nah you’re just fucking with us now

user yn’s gonna try deleting the post soon watch -> user too late the whole world knows 🫣

oscarpiastri well well well how the turn tables -> landonorris gfto 👉🏼

user cute car is yn in there?

user lando really is her little loser boyfriend <3

maxfewtrell best day ever -> user lando’s downfall everyone!!! mark the date we’re celebrating it every year now

user wait wait wait so who are they? -> user f1 driver lando norris and his gf yn yln, cuties on and off track -> user i genuinely was not expecting it to be them 😦

user yourusername look what your boyfriend did

user lando done fucked up -> user seven months of anonymity down the drain 😭

user lando’s sleeping on the couch isn’t he 😭 -> yourusername why are we talking about my boyfriend? -> user yn… -> yourusername STOP IM TRYING TO STAY INCONSPICUOUS 😤😤

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user I SAW IT COMING BUT WTF

user minnie and mickey my babies

user damage control? -> yourusername i fear so but the mysteriousness was fun while it lasted <3

user my favourite anonymous couple is actually my favourite grid couple? please and thank you 🙂‍↕️

alex_albon this whole time lily was using YOU as a benchmark for our relationship?? YOUUU -> landonorris hey we’re a great couple -> yourusername when tf did you log back into instagram? -> user SHE TIME-OUTED HIM FR 😭😭 -> yourusername say that to my face alex -> alex_albon YOU’RE great, it’s just that… lando??? -> yourusername ur so right actually -> landonorris oi what the fuck

user how many fucking chapters did i miss 😦

iamrebeccad 💕💕

yourusername i’d like my lego flower set now please lando

alexandrasaintmleux bella bella bella -> us.jpg i wanna add you in the next post gorgeous girl 🥺

mclaren adorable you two 🧡🧡

user WAIT! need to make sure you and lando are alright fr -> yourusername 😭😭 we’re all good i promise!! he’s lying on me in bed rn, i’m js playing -> maxfewtrell but can we still keep trash talking him? -> yourusername check ur messages 🙂‍↕️

user thank youuu for keeping us fed this winter break

user I JUST KNOW CHARLES IS FUMING

user let me into the driver gc george i wanna see everyone’s reactions 😭

charles_leclerc delete this post. -> maxverstappen1 how does it feel to have used lando’s relationship as a benchmark for yours 😁😁 -> charles_leclerc you will have a horrible season mark my words max -> maxverstappen1 👎🏻

user okay but we gotta give the credit where it’s due: lando is clearly NAWT a loser. he seems so in love w all the posts and comments he handled (aside from the obvious slip ups)

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how does one hold back a laugh and also try not to feel bad at the same time? asking for a friend, ofc

bhaad me jao tum aur tumhara jootha pyaar.

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are antibiotics meant to exhaust you ☹️😔

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bhaad me jao tum aur tumhara jootha pyaar.

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what the actual --- ok- i- . . . whatever.

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hey hey, please may I request prompt 10 from the first list (the loud person losing their shine etc) with reader and Oscar? Thank you!

ARE WE TOO LATE? - OP81

— cw: mentions of cheating (reader thinks oscar wants to cheat on her) — thank you for requesting babes! i hope u enjoy <3

when the loud person is losing their shine…

There’s a screeching in your ears, high pitched and off-putting. Maybe it’s the bass, or the clinking of glasses, or the people who cheer around you, screaming Oscar’s name like they hope it’ll be their last word. It makes your forehead throb, your eyes squeezing shut to block out the sound. The world sways beneath your feet, forcing you into a dance that you don’t know the steps to.

Maybe Oscar knows them.

Maybe he’s danced this dance before, with a partner who wasn’t you.

Oscar’s avoiding your gaze. He’s looking everywhere but at you.

No—

It’s foolish, stupid, reckless to think he’s cheating on you.

But it’s not impossible.

Not with the way he laughed with that one girl, when he accepted a drink from another. And perhaps you’re overthinking it—in another life, where Oscar’s still just your best friend and some other dude’s your boyfriend, he’d tell you that you are really just overthinking it. But in this universe, he is your boyfriend and he’s not there to reassure you that he’s yours, you’re his and there’s no one else he could ever imagine in your place.

You hate the fact that you’re imagining it for him.

Someone calls out your name. Charles, who’s got a hand on Alex and a drink held tight in his other, is offering you a kind smile. They look worried, a slight grimace on Alex’s face when she takes in your paled skin—maybe it’s from too much alcohol, or because you’re tired, or because you’re thinking things that make you want to turn your stomach inside out.

“Are you okay? You’ve been—I don’t know, off?”

Less smiley, you think he means. Less cheerful, not happy enough to be celebrating your boyfriend’s first win in F1. Not happy enough. It’s not as if you even have him by your side to celebrate. He’s off drinking with someone—some driver, some guy, some girl probably.

“You’re quiet, I mean,” Charles amends quickly when you don’t respond. “I don’t think I’ve heard you this quiet in, well, a while.”

“I’m okay, Charles. Just tired. Thank you.” You excuse yourself with a kiss to Alex’s cheek and a pat to Charles’ shoulder, before you’re gliding away to another group of people, who were gracious enough to join in the celebrate.

Beautiful, composed, put-together. Ever the picture of a perfect WAG. You’re a ringmaster and Oscar’s your circus and you have to satiate the crowd’s need for more.

One guy quite literally drapes himself over your back as he tells you about “that one time with Oscar…” and another girl is picking at the hem of your dress, trailing her hand up the side of your body and commenting, “Did Oscar buy this for you? You’ll have to tell me where he got it from! Maybe you can send it to me, or ask him to do it—”

You don’t even know who the fuck she is.

You’re so tired of it all, and you don’t think Oscar even notices.

… and the quiet person’s world is crumbling down

Oscar can feel the alcohol creeping up his throat, can feel his stomach churning acids that are trying to dissolve substance-less food and he’s going to pass out if he has to stand up any longer.

You’ve spent the last thirty-seven minutes and twelve seconds on the other side of the damn room and he doesn’t know if he can take another fucking second of it. You haven’t talked to him in longer. All he longs to do is wrap you up in his arms, pepper kisses onto your face and further down south, hold onto you like he might never be able to again.

He doesn’t know why you’re shying away from him. Actually, that’s a lie.

He pushed you away first. Hoped you hadn’t realised the way he veered left when you walked into the club together, while you’d gone towards the right. That, he doesn’t know why. It felt right in the moment to leave you be and go off on his own. It felt right to his win-drunk mind to celebrate the way the other guys did. The way Lando did.

What didn’t feel right was the way he danced with that girl, got too damn close to that other one.

And now his mind reels with the consequences of the actions. With the distance and the silence. He can’t fucking bear it anymore.

When he sees a man clinging to you like a damn puppy, Oscar decides he’s had enough. He’s marching over to you, confident and fierce, exactly like how a Formula 1 race winner should hold themselves and he’s got half a mind to rip the guy off you himself.

And then you’re turning to face him and his steps falter, like Eros’ arrows have pierced him straight in the rest and he’s rendered speechless, stunned. Because you’re looking at him. You’re giving him the attention you’ve denied him, that he’s denied himself all night. It’s like the tides have stopped turning and your gaze is the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers.

Tries to grab your attention by pawing at your arm. You just shoot him a smile, saccharine sweet and for a second, it looks normal. It’s any other smile you’ve given him, full of love and joy, and a rush of air leaves him because thank fuck, you’re not mad. You’re not mad—

And then the light hits your eyes and they’re glossed over, kind of like when you watch a sad scene in a movie and insist that you’re not about to cry, but Oscar knows better and that you’ll be sobbing in his arms in no time. He takes your arm and leads you away from the group of drunks. There’s an empty spot in the middle of… somewhere and he tries his best to shield your body with his when he dips his head down low to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers breathlessly again, and a little bit of his heart escapes back to you when his lips part. By the end of the night, he’s sure that his whole heart will be held securely in your palms. He has no doubt that you’re going to stomp on it, throw it under a moving car, chew it up and spit it out the first chance you get.

“Please, talk to me.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What?”

“Are you. Cheating. On me?”

“No,” he sputters out, like the thought in itself is absurd. “Why would you—I would never, sweetheart.”

It’s a mercy that you don’t ask about the girls. He doesn’t think that maybe you’re just saving your own heart.

“Then why are you so… far away?” Your head is in the clouds and you haven’t touched me all night, you’re saying without words.

Because,

he’s scared. That you’ll grow tired of him, of this life and you’ll want to leave. That you’ll realise he’s nothing more than a pretty face and a racing driver, and you’ll grow bored and you’ll want to leave.

“It was wrong of me, baby. I shouldn’t have… I know it would’ve been better to celebrate with you, I don’t know why I didn’t. I was being stupid, I wasn’t thinking right.” The words spill from his lips in a flurry he doesn’t understand but he’s sure you’ll make out what he’s trying to say. Right?

You’re so silent that he wishes the club could fall quiet too, just so that he can try and hear what you’re trying to say with your lips sewn shut.

He takes a chance—takes your silence and takes a shot—and brings his lips to your cheek.

An apology.

You sigh deeply—FUCK YOU! it screams. It’s more than you! What about me? Think about me, dammit! Turning your head slightly, you brush his mouth in a cautious kiss, and Oscar wraps his arms around you in a mitigating hug.

But maybe it’s the way that you don’t melt into him like you always do, maybe it’s the absence of the little sigh of content you normally make when you bury your face into his shirt that sprouts a little inkling of worry in his chest.

It’s too far gone. Too fucking late.

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WHERE HE BELONGS - LS2

— from a sweet anon who requested “can i have one more hug?” “aw, babe, you don’t have to ask. c’mere.” with anyone (spoiler alert: i chose logan 🤗) — logan deserves a little tough love and i just wanna affectionately yell in his face that he is loved and appreciated and deserves so much. is that a bad thing? — not proofread (when is it ever?) — 1.5k words, i got a liiiittle carried away for this one

Logan is tucked in your arms and settled between your legs, his back leaning against your chest, with your chin resting on his unruly blond hair. (He’s the little spoon in your relationship, though he’d never actually say it out loud; he’d much sooner admit defeat to Alex than confess out loud that he’s most comfortable when you’re holding him.) He’s got his laptop on his thighs, your favourite Netflix show playing on full volume. Neither of you are watching.

He absently plays with the friendship bracelets on your wrist, pulling and stretching them until you have to swat him away, with a gentle “they might break, Logan!” He drops his hand with a sigh, and your heart just about breaks at his resignation.

You know what’s troubling him—the notifications have been buzzing at your phone all day. Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, the Williams app. They’re all elated over the same thing, eagerly awaiting a future that has no room for your boyfriend—some of them, on the other hand, are just as devastated as you are. You have half a mind to just delete all those apps. Or maybe give James Vowles a piece of your mind. It doesn’t make any of it less real. You’ve tried your best to ignore it, to go about your day as if nothing’s happening. For Logan’s sake. It’s much harder than you’d anticipated.

Logan mutters gently, “We don’t have to talk about it,” then turns in your arms to press a kiss to your shoulder.

You reciprocate it by pecking his forehead, murmuring into his hair. “Only if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Just wanna sit with you.”

“I can do that,” you affirm. As you tighten your arms around his torso, Logan sinks in impossibly closer to you, practically melting into you.

“Thank you,” he says, unprompted, after a minute.

“What for, Lo?”

His hair is soft to the touch as you gently drag your fingers across his scalp, in an act that’s comforting, grounding and makes Logan shiver all at once.

“For still being with me. Even though I’m—a failure.”

It’s like a punch to the stomach that knocks the wind out of you and there’s a little squeak that escapes your lips as you take in what he’s said. Your scratching ceases and Logan immediately misses its sensation. “You’re not… Logan, you’re not a failure, you know that, right?”

“But I—”

“No ‘buts’!” You declare. You grip his chin in between your index finger and your thumb, shifting his head to look at you. “Logan Hunter Sargeant—”

His eyes widen a little at the mention of his full name. You’ve only ever called him that twice—when you told him you loved him for the first time, and after your very first argument.

“—You are far from a failure. In fact, you’re one of the most successful men I know, because look at how close you got to what you wanted. You made it. And yeah, maybe it didn’t turn out the way you hoped it would, but at least you got there, right? How many of your friends can say that they came as far as you did? How many people—all the kids you raced against in karting, how many of them even moved up to F3 or F2, let alone Formula One?”

You’re on a roll now. You’re on a roll, and you can’t be stopped, and all Logan can do is watched you with a teary-eyed awe.

“You are one of the twenty best drivers this world has right now. You’re here. You made it. You’ve been working your ass off for over a decade now, Logan, and if you don’t think it’s paid off then I don’t know how to convince you otherwise! You’re so much more than worthy, and you’re far from a failure because a failure would never be able to imagine your success! Just because your time in F1 is up soon doesn’t mean it never happened. It happened. It’s happening. It’s your reality and the only thing you can do now is keep doing your best, keep working your ass off, and then we can hope the best for your future, because damn it to hell, people are going to miss what they never got a chance to have if you give up now. Who knows? The future only holds better things, but damn it, Logan, it won’t if you think that way. And I hate it when you think that way too.”

Logan blinks a few times, jaw popped open like a fish out of water, stunned. You’ve never spoken to him like that, nor do you think he’d have ever assumed you held such strong opinions about his abilities. You don’t think anyone’s put it as straight to him as you have right now. “But James—”

“Logan, sweetheart, you’re in my bed and you wanna talk about another man right now?” You can’t help the teasing tone, finding a comfort in the way he manages to roll his eyes at your quip. It slows your racing heart, which threatens to break free from behind your ribcage as your mind reels with the adrenaline from everything you’ve just said.

Sorry, angel. He says shyly and then he’s turning in your hold to face away from you.

Sighing, you reach a tentative hand out. An olive branch. “But… seriously. So what if James thinks you’re shit? It’s subjective! I think—no, I know that you’re amazing. There are so many other people out there who think you’re amazing too, that you deserve more from Williams, too. James’ opinion is fucked and he’s a greedy man who can’t accept what’s been given to him, and honestly? Fuck him for being so uncouth about it all. I don’t care about his opinion and what he thinks; you shouldn’t either. Babe, you deserve a team who deserves you back. Who needs you far more than you want them. That’s where you belong. And even if that doesn’t happen anytime soon, I’m there. I’m on your team.”

He mutters your name with such reservedness, such restraint, that you can barely hear him. Netflix has long since stopped playing, his laptop close to overheating and warming his upper thighs through the blanket that covers both of your legs. But Logan doesn’t realise. All he notices—all he focuses on—is a static humming that’s clouded his head, screeching in his ears.

And then your voice. I’m there. I’m on your team. I’m there. I’m on your team—

His team.

You’re with him.

His head falls back onto your shoulder, a guttural whimper falling from his lips and it’s like a dam bursting, his heart overflowing with a love, a gratefulness that transcends words, conveyed only through the touch of his skin against yours.

Your lips find his temple. Not to kiss, just to reassure. I know, your touch says.

He knows.

You let him stay there, with your arms wrapped around his chest and his head lulled back as if your shoulder is a pillow, until his breathing steadies and he’s blowing air in an even pattern out of his lips.

You let him stay there, even as your ass and legs become numb beneath his weight, because it’s the best you can do for him right now. No amount of words will comfort him as well as your presence can.

You let him stay there, sleeping and content, until you can’t bear the urge to pee anymore, and you’re slipping out from under him to use the bathroom. When you return, he’s battling sleep with a lazy rub of his wrists against his eyes.

And as if he hadn’t been asleep in your arms for the last three hours, and as if he isn’t your literal boyfriend, Logan asks meekly, “Can I have another hug?”

“Aw.” You warble softly. “Babe, you don’t ever have to ask. C’mere.”

He opens his arms to let you fall on top of him, and he buries his nose in your hair the second you become his weighted blanket. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You don’t have to ask what for, and he doesn’t need a verbal response from you. He just takes the kisses you press to his cheek as a reminder of your love, tucks it away into a small crevice in his heart and never lets it go.

As his grip tightens around your waist, you whisper, “You’re not gonna let me go, are you?”

“Nope.”

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But he did make it! He raced as one of the 20 best drivers on the planet for two years! That’s more than what 99.9% of young karters can say.

Logan Sargeant is a Formula 1 driver and no one will ever be able to take that away from him.

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NO, STAY BACK 🤺 I REFUSE TO LET LOGAN GO.

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There was a noise going around on YouTube that could kill iron-deficient people just by them hearing it.

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NO, STAY BACK 🤺 I REFUSE TO LET LOGAN GO.

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WHAT THE HELL NONONONO-

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oscar fist bumping the mechanics 🥺🥺 his little paw bumps are so adorable he's literally a polite cat

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atif aslam's discography. that's it. that's the post.