#F1 confession

[formula-1-yapping]

If you told me this was Christian Horner when i first got into formula 1 I would have believed you

[iheartmonaco]

f1 driver texts where they accidentally confess their feelings to male reader 👉👈👉👈

-bear anon

They Accidentally Confess

🔸x Male Reader

🔸including: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Ollie Bearman

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[unformula1]

hugs, pouting and kisses (LN4 x reader)

hugs, pouting and kisses (LN4 x reader)

valentines day series

Lando pouting, him regretting it. You kiss him.  “You’re messing up my hair!” He says before pouting and crossing his arms.  It makes you smile more, seeing him like this, it’s adorable. He turns his head away from looking at you.  masterlist || word count: 644 || valentines’ day countdown: -5 pairing: lando norris x reader

“I love you.” Lando says, snuggling his head into your personal space.

“Mhm, well I love you more.” You reply, patting his fluffy curly hair.

“No you don’t.” His voice is slightly muffled as his head dives into your chest.

“You’re particularly touchy today.” You chuckle.

You can’t lie. You love it. You love it when Lando just takes away whatever definition of personal space there is and holds tightly onto you. 

You hug him back, the positions are awkward but you don’t care, Lando’s touch feels surreal. 

His head slowly falls onto your lap and he looks up to the ceiling, beaming from ear to ear. His smile shows all his teeth and it looks innocent and perfect. 

You smile at him and stroke his face, ruffling his hair a little. It makes him chuckle, which sends your heart wild every time. 

“You’re messing up my hair!” He says before pouting and crossing his arms. 

It makes you smile more, seeing him like this, it’s adorable. He turns his head away from looking at you. 

You kiss his cheek and he turns back to face you. He doesn’t turn back and continues to pout. You see a small grin sneak its way onto his face but Lando fights to keep it in.

You shrug and lift his head off your lap, getting up from the couch. 

A look of horror fills Lando’s face as you stand up and stretch. His eyes widen and his pout disappears. He quickly grips onto your waist and holds onto it, pulling you back, not letting you walk away. 

“Don’t go. I’m sorry.” He says, tightly gripping onto your waist.

You give him silence as a response. 

“I’m sorrrrrry…” He drags the ‘sorry’, his grip doesn’t loosen, “I won’t pout anymore. I promise!”

You continue to ignore him, taking one step away from the couch.

It doesn’t go well for you as Lando violently pulls you back, making you fall back onto the couch, the cushions breaking your fall. Sometimes you forget how strong Lando is. You turn to face Lando, who looks horrified.

“I didn’t mean to pull that hard.” He looks panicked, as if he’s pissed you off, “I’m sorry.”

You try to keep a straight face but this is too cute. A smile breaks through and the laughs you’ve been holding back finally come out.

Lando’s body stiffens up, his face filled with confusion.

You shift yourself closer to Lando and hug him. 

His body relaxes slightly, “You’re not mad?”

You shake your head, “How could I? You look so adorable.” 

He smiles and blushes, “Really?”

Your hug tightens, “Mhm.”

He hugs you back. You kiss the top of his forehead which causes his face to flush bright pink. 

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“I love you.” He says, snuggling with you.

“Well, I love you more.” You reply.

“Debatable.”

He chuckles and you find yourself instinctively looking at his lips. Your gaze is filled with soft romance. 

It looks…perfect.

You don’t hold anything back as you lunge at him. He falls backward onto the couch and you gently kiss his lips.

He kisses back.

It’s messy, but it’s tender.

“Okay maybe you do love me more.” He says as your lips pull away.

You smile.

“I know.” You reply, licking your lips.

Lando lets out a rough sounding ugh and pulls your face back in, kissing your lips. You instinctively kiss back. It's definitely passionate on his part. 

Your hands run through his hair, messing it all up. 

When the both of you are done, you get off him and he sits up. Both of you lock gazes for a second and it’s silent around you. It’s you and him, you and Lando Norris. 

“Still mad I messed your hair up?” You ask mischievously.

He shakes his head and lays on your lap. You stroke him.

It’s perfect.

[cecoeur]

Daniel Ricciardo flirting with his race engineer... Likely place for him to be.

[formulanni]

https://www.tumblr.com/scuderlia/768015151862579200/i-will-pay-someone-a-billion-dollars-for-this?source=share

EVERYTIME SOMEONE SENDS ME MORE PHOTOS OF THE ALONSO MAX INTERACTION AN ANGEL IS BORN

LOOK AT THEM WHAT IF I DIED WHAT IF I DIEDD

[evermorepeyton]

“i hear there’s a formula 1 fan fiction going around at the moment” — phil lester, 2024

[roscoehamiltons]

LHFW 2024 graphics: Austrian Grand Prix

[f1extras]

Okay but are we going to talk about this being F1's interpretation of Lando's table at the MTC?

A Landoscar pic as the phone wallpaper and the hour being their racing numbers? Alright.

[liwysz]

War of Hearts? I only see Enemies to Lovers

Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen

Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 11,760

“I do pay attention,” Charles replied, his voice wavering slightly, but he refused to back down. “And you should be careful who you step on.” Max raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into an ironic, humorless smile. “Is that a threat?” he asked, stepping forward, his taller frame making his presence almost suffocating. For a second, Charles felt the urge to step back, but something inside him ignited. It wasn’t fear, but a fierce determination. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, let someone like this boy he didn’t even know intimidate him in a place he had dreamed of being for so long. “It’s a warning,” Charles responded, his words now firm, his gaze locking onto the other boy’s, challenging him in return.

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This one shot is based on the plot made by @beensinning ❤️ Thank you for letting me use and adapt it

[starlightiing]

sail away with me - piarles (pg10 && cl16)

"Charles," Pierre says, his voice light and sweet and only slightly slurred, "you are a little too drunk for this, I think." "No, no I'm not. Tell me what you want to say.”   Or: Charles can think of no one better to spend his win with than Pierre.

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It is really no surprise to Charles that at some point during the night, Pierre ends up in his arms. It's cool outside on the balcony, and he had been enjoying a few moments of quiet away from the club and the celebrations of his win to simply gaze out at the water and feel the air against his face. Pierre, apparently, has similar intentions and comes stumbling out moments into Charles' respite with a goofy grin on his face and sunshine lit up in his eyes.

And somehow, in between the here and there, they end up tangled together in a messy, mostly drunken hug.

"Mm, your heart is so fast." Charles whispers into the shell of Pierre's ear, focusing on the rapid beats that flutter against the side of his chest. At first, he had assumed it was his own heartbeat, but his is slower, steadier, and throbbing in a way that he can feel from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes.

Pierre chuckles at that, holding on just a little bit tighter to Charles' waist. "I am excited for you. This is a big night."

Charles hums in acknowledgement, swaying softly on his feet. Pierre tightens his hold and keeps him firmly upright - impressive, really, because he knows Pierre has had more to drink than even he has.

"Yes, but it is very fast," Charles insists, bringing one of his hands up to place firmly above Pierre's heart. This way, he can keep track of it better than trying to feel the fleeting beats against the side of his chest. "It's racing."

Charles watches Pierre's throat flex as he swallows thickly, and slowly trails his gaze up to Pierre's lips, and then to his eyes. He can see the cloudiness of the alcohol swirling about in the bright blue irises he adores so much, and it makes him smile warmly.

"I am also very drunk. Excited and drunk." Pierre counters, as if that should answer every question that Charles could have from now until the next morning when they inevitably both wake up with a slamming hangover and handfuls of regrets.

Charles takes a single step backwards, still swaying slightly, and really looks into Pierre's gaze. Pierre is looking back just as intensely, as alert as he can be for as tipsy as he is, and he's smiling at Charles in such a sweet and gentle way that it makes his chest clench up with emotion. "It is not because of me then?"

Pierre has the wherewithal to look confused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as he continues to stare Charles down. "You - what? I thought that was obvious at this point."

"Obvious?" Charles blinks back shock, his mind swirling with different thoughts and emotions that he can't seem to make sense of. The alcohol makes him so very brave, but also so very, very vulnerable with his heart. "So it is going fast because of me?"

"Charles," Pierre says, his voice light and sweet and only slightly slurred, "you are a little too drunk for this, I think."

"No, no I'm not. Tell me what you want to say.”

Pierre raises an eyebrow at Charles, then, looking partially confused, partially shocked, and partially amused. The alcohol is almost certainly slowing his brain down in the same manner as Charles’, and he ends up shaking his head after a few moments. Charles, ever impatient, leans in closer to him and nearly bumps their noses together in the process. 

“Charles -”

“Do you want to kiss me, Pierre?” Charles asks, effectively shutting him up before he can get too deep into another scolding. “Is that why your heart is racing? You can kiss me, you know, I would like it.”

Pierre laughs, then, and Charles can’t help feeling a little self conscious. He doesn’t think this is very funny at all. In fact, this is the most serious he’s been about something in a long time. Surely he hadn’t misread all the signs that Pierre has been sending him all these years. Surely he didn’t just make the biggest mistake of his life, offering himself up so boldly like that. Oh, god, he’s stupid. He’s stupid and Pierre is going to hate him now, and –

“You are thinking too much.” Pierre whispers, and when had he gotten closer? When were his lips so close to Charles’ that his breath was ghosting across them? 

Charles sucks in a breath, and Pierre’s lips are on his own before he can even think to exhale.

It’s so painfully sloppy, with their poor, drunken aim and teeth gnashing against lips, with Charles too needy and Pierre too cautious - it takes them longer than it should to find a rhythm that works for them. Charles, ever eager, already has his lips parted for Pierre’s tongue and when it finally slides into his mouth, he hungrily envelops it with his own tongue like it’s precious oxygen that he needs to survive. He can feel Pierre just lightly swaying on his feet, his breathing short and shallow through his nose, and at that moment Charles does not care how sloppy or needy this kiss is. He doesn’t care that they’re both a little too tipsy, or that this might make for a pretty hefty conversation in the morning. None of that matters right now, not when he’s here on this balcony alone with Pierre, kissing him like his life depends on it (and maybe it does, maybe his whole life has been leading up to this one particular moment).

And when Pierre breaks the kiss apart to try and catch his breath, Charles feels a stirring in his lower belly for more. A need so raw and beautiful that it can hardly be ignored. Pierre looks absolutely breathtaking in the moonlight, with his lips swollen and dark red and his eyes glittering with an emotion Charles isn’t quite ready to process. Oh, if he could spend forever out here with Pierre, it simply wouldn’t be enough.

“Pierre - you -”

“Feel my heart now.” Pierre softly commands, taking Charles’ trembling hand into his own. 

He presses Charles’ palm into the curve of his chest, against his sternum where his heartbeat is firing away madly. Charles tries to count the beats as they fall into his hand, but his mind is too slow, and Pierre’s heart is beating too fast. He grins, sloppy and content, and leans into Pierre’s shoulder hoping to be held. The silent plea is answered immediately as Pierre snakes an arm around his waist and holds him close.

“Now it is going absolutely crazy.” Charles remarks, his voice full of amusement and affection. “But that is fine, mine is too.”

“Yeah?” Pierre prompts, leaning down to gently nuzzle their noses together in such a gentle and tender way, it almost makes Charles’ teeth ache.

“Yeah.” Charles breathes in response, leaning into the touch like he’s starved for affection and has never been touched before, not once in his life. He hears Pierre chuckle, but it simply doesn’t matter.

Nothing does. It is just the two of them alone, the gentle breeze in their hair as they stand there entwined in each other’s arms, watching the yachts sail in over Port Hercule.

[livetogether--diealone]

SEB - Che tempo che fa, 2020

[wejustvibing]

the joy that adrenaline rush brings him is so palpable 🫶🏾

[jdkyang]

after gym tired Londo, ig

[unformula1]

"i'm in love with you" (OP81)

“i’m in love with you” (OP81 x reader)

read part 2 here!

Synopsis: “I’m in love with you.” Oscar says, stuttering a little, his head held down He said it. The sacred words which no one ever thought he would say. The words that would ruin a friendship. masterlist word count: 671 words pairing: oscar pisastri x reader

Oscar Piastri was a pretty reserved driver, wouldn't say anything if he didn’t need to. He just sat in the corner of the room and kept quiet. He isn’t exactly the type to start conversations or the kind to continue them. Truth be told, conversing was one of his biggest weaknesses, he never knew if he was going to accidentally insult someone or say something stupid and ruin their friendship.

***

Oscar and you had a pretty special dynamic. You and him were so much different from the rest. The only person Oscar would initiate conversation with, the only person that Oscar would willingly talk to for hours. The only person that he would sit next to and lean on their shoulders, the only person which made Oscar feel comfortable around. 

The sunset was pretty, the orange streaks of ray glowing against Oscar’s face, making him glow a golden aura. Oscar and you sat on a park bench, admiring the sunset.

“You’re pretty special.” Oscar says, leaning on the bench.

“You too.” You reply, still admiring his face as it glowed in the sun.

“Really?” He says excitedly, sounding like a kid who found out you had candy.

“Yea.” You reply confidently, “You’re pretty too.”

He flushed red.

“Prettier than this sunset.” You add.

“You flatter me too much.” Oscar replies, covering his face with his hands.

Oscar made it pretty clear he found you special and that you were someone he treasured. He made sure you knew too, with all his gifts and that smile he flashed you every time you felt remotely down.

No matter how mad he was that day, how frustrated he was, your presence always made him feel better, and it was mutual. Both of you forged a bond people could only dream of. 

“Why aren’t you like this…” You ask, “You know, with everyone else.”

“Like what?” Oscar replies, holding an ice cream cone in his hand.

“Talkative.” 

“Oh! That…” He takes a lick of his ice cream, probably to drag time, “I guess, you just feel more comfortable to talk with… yea,”

“How am I different from Lando then?” You inquire further.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair, “You’re special…to me.”

“In what way.” You dig deeper.

“I didn’t know I was getting a pop quiz today.” He subtly avoids the question, awkwardly laughing.

“Oscar. Answer the question.” You deadpan.

“You…give me something that no one could ever.”

“Which is?”

“Butterflies.”

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Butterflies in my stomach.”

“Oscar. What are you saying?”

“I’m in love with you.” Oscar says, stuttering a little, his head held down

He said it. The sacred words which no one ever thought he would say. The words that would ruin a friendship.

“Oscar… I-” You pause, “I- uhm…” You’re lost for words, nothing comes out of your mouth no matter how hard you try.

“There I said it, okay?” Oscar says, taking another lick of his ice cream before sheepishly offering, “Do you… do you want ice cream?”

“Sure- Yea. I’ll take it” 

He stretches out his hand for you to lick his ice cream.

You do.

“So… Do you want to talk about it now or later?” You ask him.

He hesitates, “Now.”

“Since when?” 

“Since we met.”

“No way.”

“I thought it was just a small infatuation. It wasn’t.” He admits, licking more of his ice cream.

You wipe a chocolate stain off his lips, which sends a rush of blood up to his face, turning it red. He chuckles nervously, trying to hide his clear blush. His free hand fiddling with his shirt, wrinkling it up. 

“Guess it really wasn’t.” You joke, lightening the mood. Oscar laughed, his shoulders relaxing and his body growing less tense.

Oscar takes a deep breath and composes himself before thinking of how to phrase his question, then he asks it.

“Do you-” He stumbles on some of his words, “like…you know, like me back?” 

You think for a bit. 

Do you?

Do you love Oscar Piastri?

[tyrannosaurus-maxy]

Max “can’t find the hole” Verstappen

[drowseyqueen]

Jenson “I might have a man crush on my ex teammate Fernando Alonso” Button