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Il Predestinato
Pushing the pedal till it smashes on the floor. I want to feel the breeze and the adrenaline. Going so fast my eyes and my brain can't keep up. It's hard to breathe. Till my heart tries to match the speed of the wheels and I feel my chest compressing with the force.
Risking my life for an empty trophy,
money?
Maybe for the fameā¦
Going hundreds of miles per hour so my name is remembered. Building a legacy that will outlive me. Till I make this sport my own. I make myself the best, for I will become the greatest.
But people hate it. People spit their venoms at me when I stand with the gold in my hands. I reached the top of the Everest and all they want is to push me down the hill.
The adrenaline makes me deaf. I can't hear them booing. Not even the roar of the engine. They hate me, I work so hard to give them a show and this is the thanks I get. I did all I could to be remembered.
I might just crash my car against a wall. Wait for the gasoline to fill my body and the flames to make my bones into ashes.
After all, you only become a legend once you are dead.
#creative writing#free writing#rough draft#writing#writers on tumblr#writers#poets on tumblr#poem#poetry#f1#formula 1#a little something inspired by f1 :3#title references Leclerc but#I thought more of Verstappen#he does gets lots of hate just bc he is winning :/#Chimera<3
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not what it looks like ā šššš
george has a soft spot for you. (or: the one where the media goes crazy because george is... snacking?)
ź® starring: george russell x girlfriend!reader. ź® word count: 0.6k. ź® includes: fluff, romance. mention of food. established relationship. ź® commentary box: i suppose this is a thing now </3 part of my soft spot mini-series! inspired by george in this video. š¦š² š¦šš¬ššš«š„š¢š¬š
Itās been a while since the paddock has been this intrigued.Ā
A rather big feat, considering the nature of the sport. F1 thrived on drama and excitement, preyed on moments of humanity and weakness. Today, though, itās not anything on-track that has everyone buzzing.Ā
No. Itās justā George Russell with a bag of chips.Ā
Cameras click away. Reporters rush to pull up receipts. Theyāre all thinking of an interview from way back, where the driver had answered a slambook question of Whatās your top three snacks? in typical George fashion.Ā
Iļæ½ļæ½ll go with fruit, he had declared. Iām an athlete. I donāt snack on chocolate, no. Likeā¦ would an athlete snack on chocolate?Ā
No one had bat an eye, then, because of course the Briton would say something along those lines. Today, though, the clickbait headlines write themselves.Ā
George is snacking. Not only on chips, an eagle-eyed journo notes. Heās got a whole plastic bag in hand, presumably from the 7-Eleven down the road.Ā
Kimi is understandably confused when a reporter tries to interview him about it.Ā
āItās just a snack, no?ā the rookie stammers. āAre weā are the Pringles banned on the track?āĀ
George is unsurprisingly questioned as well. It comes as heās heading out of the garage home; some nosy columnist calling out, āRussell! Bit hypocritical, innit?āĀ
The driver doesnāt stop walking, forcing the media personnel to keep up with his quick pace. Heās mastered the art of keeping his expression checked, so his expression is mostly neutralā dry, evenā as he responds.Ā
āWhat is it this time?ā George huffs.Ā
In his head, heās already running through the dayās practice session. Did he make some comment on the radio? Was it something about track limits? Orā
āYouāve got crisps,ā a journalist accuses, āand chocolate.āĀ
Itās so stupid. So unbelievably minor in the grand scheme of the impending race weekend. If he hadnāt been caught so off-guard, George might have sniped at the reporters to try and ask better questions. Surely there was something more interesting than his grocery list.Ā
George is jolted, though. Enough to falter in his steps and stare incredulously at the wolf pack of journalists, all clamoring for a soundbite.Ā
He ends up giving them one. āItāsāā He breathes a disbelieving laugh. āItās not what it looks like.āĀ
The surrounding reporters erupt into a flurry of pointless follow-ups. āWhat happened to your body being a temple, George?ā āBit of a cheat day, innit?ā āHow do you like your chocolate? Dark, milk, white?āĀ
Another laugh bubbles out of George. He ignores all the questions and heads for his car, already weaving the story in his mind.
Thatās why the tale is just a little bit dramatized, by the time he gets to you. He had an entire ride to come up with it after all.Ā
āThey were brutal out there,ā he bemoans as he tosses the offending plastic bag of goods onto the coffee table. āCalling me a hypocrite. Claiming that Iām not an athlete because I was caught with this!āĀ
You let out a sound between a scoff and a giggle. It doesnāt matter which, really, when the underlying affection is all the same.Ā
āMy poor baby,ā you coo, āand the lengths you go through for little olā me.āĀ
George plops down on to the couch as you lean over to survey his purchases. Itās everything you wouldāve asked for; all your cravings that youāve been too busy to indulge.Ā
Your boyfriend pulls your legs on to his lap. Absent-mindedly, he rubs circles into your ankle as you happily tear open one of the chocolate bars.Ā
āThe lengths I go through,ā he repeats, aiming to sound annoyed and valiant. Instead, he comes off as smitten. Whipped.Ā
George still doesnāt like to eat much chocolate.Ā
He gets his fair share of it whenever you lean in to kiss him, your lips sweet as the guilty pleasure that you liked to indulge.Ā
āThank you,ā you murmur against his mouth, and he hums in response before going in for another kiss.Ā
Just for a taste, he swears. ā
#george russell x reader#george russell imagines#george russell fluff#george russell fic#george russell drabble#f1 x reader#f1 imagines#f1 fluff#f1 fic#f1 drabble#ā kae prix#ā gr63#ā series: soft spot#oh this was sickening....
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ļ¼ OSCAR PIASTRI ļ¼ā¶ āā APRIL FOOLS
ā¶ summary : some people ship you and oscar and some people don't even know that you're aware of each other's existence so your latest post really gets people riled up.
ā¶ category : smau
ā¶ notes : heyyyyyy. short little smau to get back into the swing of things, maybe I'll post more, probably not. this is for the anon who asked me about this months ago. i'm so sorry, I hated all the other versions of this and finally got some inspiration the other day and now i'm running with it. times and dates? irrelevant! spelling mistakes? (mostly) intentional !
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oscarpiastri at long last love has arrived
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user somebody shoot me, like right now
user what. the. fuck.
user happy April 1st!!! hahaha!!!! so funny!!! very practical jokester!!!
user the way they look at each other ššš
user shayne and courtney core
user sobbing, nobody talk to me right now
user congratulations š
user love that i clicked on your post notification and immediately got attackedš
user please say this is for a movie
user idk, these look a little TOO real
user to LAURYN HILL??!?!! oh I'm kms if this isn't real
user i think i missed a few chapters...
user honey, the book wasn't even published
user what a beautiful couple š
lando you guys are unbelievable
user oh so it's fake, thanks for the confirmation
lando where did i say that?
user oh so it's realā
lando didn't say that either
user you're a horrible person and not even your good looks can save you
lando so you think i'm good looking, thank youš
user oh who is you
user oh Oscar's decided to become an actor, good for him
user even you don't believe that
user SOMEONE SAY SIKE RN
user real or not, they look so good together
user WHAT DO YOU MEAN YN LN AND OSCAR PIASTRI NOT ONLY KNOW EACH OTHER BUT ARE MARRIED??!!??!???
user life is not real
user craziest crossover
user please god, let this be real, i need this
user I really want to be it to be real but this literally looks like a movie and yn is an actor
user a movie with their friends and family?
user well, you can't really see their faces and movies always need extras
user not even joking, i genuinely dropped to my knees in despair
user the mclaren admin is going through it in the comments and they're so me
user real ones know oscar's been dating someone
user BUT HER?!??!! how did he keep that a secret
user genuinely don't know, if i was dating yn, i'd be singing it from the rooftops
user guess that's why they're married and you're alone
user š¦ too soon
user i basically stalk him and i didn't even know
user uhhh that's not...
user going in for more kisses?? destroyed me
nicolepiastri Welcome to the family(officially)! We're so excited to have you.
user everybody pack it up, nicole just confirmed it
user i won't believe it until april 3 bc she loves to go along with a joke
user i'm gonna cry
user this is how I'm gonna announce my relationship, no soft launching, just pictures from my wedding
user am i being punked rn
hattiepiastri finally oscar's done something useful! so happy to be able to call you my sister
user mans is literally a f1 driver but rn his biggest accomplishment is marrying yn
user well yes!
user this is so sweet
user ugh i love the piastris
mclaren my favourite actress marries my team's driver and i'm not even invited to the wedding š why do bad things happen to mešš
user atp i need to go to the oscar piastri and tom holland school of manifestation
user i get tom because of the obvious but why Oscar?
user because i need to end up with matthew gray gubler or i will die
user so real of you
user added context bcz op's not adding it but there's a youtube video of a younger oscar mentioning that yn is his celeb crush
user WHAT? so nobody was going to mention this to me??
user i can send you the link?
user SEND ME THAT! SEND ME THAT!
user me too!!!
user me 3
user here's the link for anyone who wants to know : https://youtu.be/5cfbKEK5gzU?si=HwTsDDBAjF8stXly
user you're a doll !
user this is the hardest of hard launchesšµāš«
user ugh i love seeing gorgeous people together
user i would kill for this type of wedding
user I swear if they've linked up just to do this prank, i will commend them for the dedication to the bit but i will also lose my mind
user i won't believe this until i see a marriage certificate
user what in the snowbunny mind control š«£
user very on brand i fear
user lord please, when will it be my turnšš¼
zendaya beautiful bride, beautiful wedding, beautiful day
user i just know she slayed
user call it a jlo concert ticket because I'm not buying itšāāļø
user nae nae i know this is you
mclaren wow, so nobody told admin that oscar was dating yn and is now *checks notes* MARRIED to her... fake! ALL OF YOU
user don't worry admin, we all know how you feel
user swear i would've told you had i knownš¤
user I feel like I'm in a mass hallucination
user no shade, it's all that shrooms n weed.
user you saying no shade doesn't mean shit and also doesn't mean you can publicly air out my business
user and yet i said what i said.
user best believe i'll be at your door in ten minutes
user oh oh oh oh oh shiver me timbers, girl please, you not gon do nothing.
user OK EVERYBODY GO HOME, APRIL FOOLS IS CANCELLED
user sure i knew they knew each other because they're celebrities and yn attends races when she can but this is insane
tomholland2013 you're joking
user we know you were there!!!
user is this gaslighting? am i being gaslighted right now? cause there's absolutely no way
user no, that's what your boyfriend does to you everytime you catch him cheating. this is real, keep up.
user UNPROVOKED?!?
user everyone on twitter who said i was crazy for shipping this was gaggedšāāļø
mclaren even lando knew??? omfg they hate me
lando what's that supposed to mean?
user that you're not very reliable and you can't keep secrets, pick oneš¤·āāļø
lando er, don't you mean or?
user no.
user say sike right now, i'm begging you
user what is up with all of my favourite internet people and announcements on april fools??? like do they want me to go insane šš
user okay
user they definitely posted this and immediately turned their phones off
user can't say i blame them
user I'd do the same
user saw a tweet about this and had to come running to see if it was true
user I'll believe itās a prank until they both confirm it every day for the next few years
user "everyone who thinks this is real is so dumb" ok shut up, either it's not real and you can appreciate the prank or it is real and you're still not better than everyone else
youruser and oscarpiastri has added to their story.
user: see, you could convince five of your friends to get dressed up so i don't even know what's going on right now
user: like i said, unless there's a marriage certificate, i do not believe itšŖ
user: i won't believe it and i won't accept it
user: this is such a great bit, next april fools' joke should be pregnancy!
lunavrse: i think i did a good job at making the dresses blue but don't look too closely š
user: a day i will continuously try to erase from my mind
user: my sister's gonna be devastated by this, can't wait to tell herš
user: you're actually married? diva downāš
bridesmaiduser: ugh we look so good š
user: women>>>
user: what a beautiful venue
user: Iām going to carry on with my day and pretend this isnāt true
user: so jealous
bridesmaid2user: so lucky to be apart of your beautiful dayā¤ļø
user: this makes me feel so lonely, but congratulations on your (real) marriage
user: just cause you rented a venue doesnt make you married!!
user: you're lucky you got to her before me
logansargent: with the amount of alcohol available I'm surprised i didn't forget my own name
user: insert I don't need sleep, I need answers meme
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youruser yes we are actually married. sorry to everyone who wants him, the boy is mineš
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user i feel like I've been stabbed
user i've been stabbed, this is worse actually š
user you're taking the piss
user can we talk about how good you look!!!!
user To Japanese denim?!!??! OHš
user never dedicating that song for NO ONE
user especially not for a manš
user rightšš
user sooo happy for you guys... but seriously, on the phone that i pay for is crazy
user i know that man don't play about you
user me and pookie
user girl whatā your man stay playing in your face
user glad this wasn't a prank, genuinely happy you guys are together ā¤ļø
user girl, the boy in question said he sees god in your eyes, you won
bestfrienduser guys this is a joke, she's actually married to me and we just had oscar fill in for the prank
youruser you play too much
user you know I'd actually believe this
oscarpiastri yeah absolutely, thanks for letting me be apart of the special momentš
user i've had a few days to come to terms with this and i still can't believe this is real, like this is the timeline im in š¤Æ
user reacted 'šš½' to your message
user this took me out
user real
user now you're just flexing on us and i don't mind itš¤·āāļø
user Oh how I love this song
oscarpiastri i only want you, can't even think about anyone else
youruser i'm obsessed with you.
user how i want my man
user may a love like this find me
user okay, you've convinced me, congratulations on your marriageš«¶
user still don't see a marriage certificate š„±
user ITS REAL?!?!
rachelzegler wait-
user just opened this app btw
oscarpiastri my wife everybody!!!
youruser my husband!!!!
user ofc he's a wife guy, love that š¤
zendaya they're so in love it's sickening
youruser nawtt the woman who gushed about how in love she is with her partner only yesterday, unprovoked mind you
user real lover girlsšāāļø
zendaya and i stand by my words
user okay, i checked out the wedding officiant's page and it seems legit, they're actually married you guys
user sometimes you really just have to say damn and scroll
charlesleclerc oh my god you guys, I thought this was just for the bit, can't believe that was a real ceremony
user you're not funny, the jokes overš¶
user Ariana Grande mentionšØšØšØ
oscarpiastri has added to their story.
user: you're not special, i also see god in her eyes, in fact i cry because she's so beautiful
user: you're so real for this
user: i believe this how every man should think about his wife *olivia wilde nodding gif*
user: and i was right
youruser: still can't believe i get to wake up next to you
oscarpiastri: best feeling in the world
user: yeah, I'd be bragging about the fact that i married her every chance i get
user: you know, you're actually kinda funny sometimes. catches me off guard
user: drop the manifestation technique kingš
user: you're the only man who deserves rights
and also my boyfriend
user: she's so gujdehnht. you're so lucky
user: wishing y'all a lifetime of happiness
user: Oscar how could you do this to me? this was supposed to be us ever since we locked eyes in a mall that one time. I don't know how you could betray me and just go on your day like what we had didn't matter.
user: life is so crazy, one day im shipping you and the next you're married
user: saw the interview, read the article and I'm still shocked
youruser has added to their story.
#lunavrse writes(?)ā#f1 imagine#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#f1 x you#formula 1 smau#formula 1 social media au#formula one smau#formula one social media au#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri scenario#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri social media au#oscar piastri x reader#smau#social media au
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it's not hate... | oscar piastri
note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers
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faceclaim: various, from pinterest
youruser & logansargeant
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youruser: gang's back together š¤
pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back
user: logan living out his frat dreams
user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing
user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)
user: i ship -> user: ew
y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling
yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now
y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted
oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!
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y/bffspodcast
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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile
tagged: logansargeant
user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?
user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida
user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!
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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23
y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?
logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.
YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?
LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know
YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?
LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah
YB: mind sharing one?
LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it
YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!
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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.
Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.
"I'm great," she promised.
"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"
"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."
"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.
"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."
Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."
Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.
"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."
MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.
"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"
"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.
Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.
He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.
But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.
He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.
"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"
Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.
"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."
Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.
"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"
"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."
"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."
"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.
Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.
Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.
Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.
"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"
Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.
She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"
Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."
"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.
"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."
"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."
"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."
Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.
Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.
She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.
It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.
But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.
"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."
"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"
"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."
"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.
"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."
Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.
"Alright then, let's take the picture."
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pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that
pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!
landonorris: same time next race šš -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up
mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us
williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!
alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy
user: stop she looks so pretty
user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof
user: TELL EM GIRL!
user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other
oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle
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PART TWO
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I wanted to request charles leclerc with birds of a feather by billie eilish some sort of high school sweetheart thing if you could
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summary.Ā Five times Charles realized you were his soulmate; one time he told you.
words count.Ā 2 954
song. birds of a feather by billie eolith
a/n.Ā I really hope this is what you expected, I got inspired in a very soft and sweet way and I had a lot of fun writing it so hopefully you love it š©·
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1. The celebration
Growing up with Charles, you always got the feeling you would spend the rest of your life with him. You couldnāt explain it.Ā
Sure, you didnāt want to imagine a life where you wouldnāt get to see your best friend every single day. Even if it was just for a brief phone call that lasted only two minutes. When you two started dating, it became more obvious that you wouldnāt want to have another lover than Charles.Ā
But more than that, it was like you two were made to be together. And the universe seemed to enjoy proving it to you with silly things.Ā
Charles was the first one to point it out.
The first time he noticed that you two seemed to get good news at the same moment was during his first F2 season. You followed him to Bahrain to watch the first race. Making sure to be there to celebrate when he won the sprint race for the very first time. The following Monday, you got a call from the company of your dreams asking for an interview.
The next race in Barcelona a month later, when Charles won his first feature race, the same company called back to announce they were hiring you.Ā
Charles didnāt say a thing. But he noticed how this kept happening every single time. And when it was something related to the both of you, you were always together to hear it. You learned you got the apartment of your dreams during a casual footing and got the adoption paper for your dog right when Charles walked through the door.
Until one day, years after his F2 season, he finally slipped it out.Ā
āDonāt you find it funny how we always celebrate good things happening to us at the same moment?ā He asked you suddenly, having nothing to do with the precedent subject.Ā Ā
Charles had invited you to a restaurant in Italy after he achieved another win at Monza. Something that happened right after your boss had praised you for something youāve been working on for weeks now.
You laughed at the thought. āWhatās your theory?ā But he could tell from your look that you werenāt making fun of him but were simply amused by the situation. That was very much true, now that you thought about it.Ā
āI donāt know,ā he started, drinking his wine. āI just guess we were meant to be.ā
āBecause you doubt it?ā
Charles stayed silent for a second, just appreciating the view in front of him. You. You were the best view. You, always so happy by his side, you that seemed so perfectly made for him. Like two pieces of a puzzle that only worked together.
He leaned towards you, his hand moving to your face to cup your cheek. You loved how when he did that, his thumb was always caressing your skin. Every single time. A habit so natural for him.Ā
āNever,ā he smiled before giving you the sweetest kiss.Ā
2. The text
āTu te rends compte que tāes vraiment niais?ā Pierre laughed at his friend.
Charles rolled his eyes at the remark. He might be a little silly or cheesy when it comes to you; he might even be proud of it. He had no reason not to be when he was so happy and in love with you.
The two have been hanging out in the hotel, looking for some calm after the qualifying day. Charles got the pole, and with Pierre in the top 3, the two have been asked absolutely everywhere. He didnāt have the time to call you.
You had a hard time following him everywhere this season but always managed to be there as much as possible in any other way. You didnāt want to make him feel less supportedāeven if it was something that could never cross his mind.
āLet me be in love, dude,ā Charles replied with a laugh that only made Pierre laugh even harder. He put his hands up in a defensive way because he learned after all these years of seeing you together that there was something he could do to stop Charles from being a pure lover boy with you.
Charles had just hung up from a phone call with his mom, who called right when he arrived there. With the time difference, he waited for you to finish the lunch you had today. The thing was, Charles knew that if he sent you a text right when he was out of the circuit, you would have put everything aside for him.Ā
Sometimes you both fight about putting each other first. Most of these fights were silly; just each one of you wanted to prove you were the best at this. But you already argued about how this mustn't become toxic for either of you. You didn't want to reach a point where you loved each other so much you forgot about your own life.Ā
And so he waited a minute. One single minute. Before he sent his text.
āTell me when youāre free so I can call you, honey.āĀ
And right when his message appeared on screen, yours did too.
āItās over, mon amour; you can call when you want.āĀ
Charlesā cheek turned red at the sight.
It wasnāt the first time you both managed to send texts at the exact same time. Sometimes it made sense, like right now, because you were both waiting to call each other. But most of the time, it couldnāt be predicted. Charles could even remember how many times you both managed to send each other the sky from where you were, your food, or an āOMG, I need to tell you something!!ā with a few seconds apart.Ā
He knew you screened most of them, finding it so funny. And he was glad that there was proof it wasnāt all in his head.
āNo way, it happened again?ā Pierre said, looking over at Charles' phone to see thatĀ indeedĀ it happened again. āYou two share the same brain at that point; there is no other explanation.āĀ
Charles got up, ready to dial your number. āI think we do, yes,ā he replied with a soft smile. Because he loved the idea of being so similar.Ā
3. The crowd
Fratelli d'Italia was playing again in the circuit. Charles was having one of the best seasons in his career, but he would never ever get tired of hearing the Italian anthem playing. And mostly seeing the team, his friends, and his family singing it from the top of their lungs.
It hasnāt been an easy race, and multiple times, he really thought he would have to DNF. If he was in some silly romcom, he was so sure that it would have been the moment Fred would have asked you to give him some motivational words on the radio. But that wasnāt possible, and well, that was probably for the better because Charles wasnāt so sure how he would react to hearing your voice during the race.
Yet, the idea of you being in the circuit for one of the few races of the season you could come to was helpful. Sure, Charles never relied only on your presence here to do great results. But he would be lying if he said it was a plus to know that somewhere, you were there looking for him.
And that when he would win, you would be around to celebrate it with him.
The thing was, being such a massively appreciated driver, Charles didnāt really find the time to celebrate with you before going on the podium. All the mechanics ran to him; his teammate chatted with him until they both went to the podium.Ā
Some may have noticed he frowned during the anthem, just for one millisecond.Ā
Because there was one thing Charles was good at.
It was finding you in a crowd of thousands of people.
His hand was still on his heart while singing the anthem with everyone. Something you were doing too. But Charles never stopped looking at you. You were his anchor.Ā
When the anthem stopped, the applause started. Charles knew he had a window of only a few seconds to do what he wanted. And he took it.
āI love you,ā he mouthed with a big smile on his face. You could see him on the screen. And so did the world. But it didnāt matter.Ā
Because this was one of his favorite moments. How the world seemed to stop. It was only you and him.Ā
And if Charles couldnāt really see it, he knew that you said it back. He could tell. Each one of your I love you's always went directly to his heart. And it never missed its shot. This one didnāt either.
Like in the end, your love was always meant to be directed to him in the first place. Just his was to you too.Ā
4. The trend
You werenāt the biggest fan of the āwagā thing. Sure, you were one. That was undeniable at that point. But since you started dating Charles before he was an F1 driver, you sometimes had a difficult time getting used to being treated like one.
The photographers who were running to get a picture of you when you arrived at the circuit, the fans asking for selfies, the edit made of you and Charles together. And that was without talking about all the comments and remarks, positive and negative, made about you.Ā
So most of the time, you were putting social media aside and trying to forget the world knew about you because of your couple.
But sometimes, you can't escape them. Especially when the trend was fun and you had a good time looking at it.
āDid you know we were compatible on so many levels?ā you asked Charles from the bedroom.Ā
You were lying on your bed, wearing a too-big Ferrari merch shirt from last year that was perfect to chillāand to flirt with Charles, who could resist you even less when you were wearing his color.Ā
You looked up and laughed when he passed only his face through the bathroom door, his toothbrush still in his mouth. āWhat did you mean?ā he mumbled. But he was quick to rush to the sink to rinse his mouth.Ā
So you waited until he sat back next to you, his head on your shoulder, to look at your phone to give him an explanation.
āThe fans,ā you started again, a hand falling on his naked thighs to caress his skin, āthey used a trend thatās going on right now about showing how people are compatible on different levels.ā
You put on a video that you saw earlier about you two. Charles watched as he saw what the fans used to prove you two were made to be together. Your astrological signs, your birth date, similar features you shared, a beauty mark you shared that you had no idea how people noticed in the first place. Some were funny; others were more serious.
But the global idea was that the whole world was convinced Charles and you were made to be together.Ā
One video even called you soulmate.
āAt this point, Iām pretty sure we canāt break up or the universe will explode.ā You laughed, watching yet another video about that.
But Charles was only looking at you.Ā
He was pretty sure that his universe would explode if he ever lost you.
5. The flirt
āCharles, I need you to meet someone!ā he heard his agent say.
To say that Charles wasnāt that pleased to be at this party was an understatement. The season was more tiring, and he couldnāt wish for anything less than just a night of peace in his hotel room. He felt like everyone around here wanted a piece of him, and he couldnāt keep enough energy to have a chat with you these days.
He loved his job; he loved this championship, but how he wanted a break from all of this.
Yet, Charles kept a smile on his face when he turned around and saw the person his agent wanted him to meet so badly. He recognized her from god knows which campaign his sponsor did these past weeks. She was a model.Ā
āNice to meet you,ā he said in a very polite tone. He offered his hand, trying to keep some distance. Sadly, Charles knew that each one of his movements was analyzed, and he didnāt want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.
He hated the moment when you werenāt there and haters started to think it was some proof you werenāt a thing anymore. Because as soon as he was pictured with anybody, especially women, they would become some love interest in a story that didnāt exist.Ā
It turned out it was Charles who was soon uncomfortable when the model kept his hand in hers and started to caress it. āItās a real pleasure,ā she whispered, like it was a secret.
But he didnāt want to share a secret with anyone but you.
When he moved his hand to get it free, the model groaned. Charles didnāt get it, because it would have been a very inappropriate reaction for simply releasing his hand. But then he noticed how she was rubbing her palm. āYou pinched my skin with your ring.ā
He looked down at his hand. And couldnāt contain the smile when he realized it wasnāt any ring that hurt her by accident.Ā
It was the one you offered him for your anniversary, a month ago. The last time you talked about getting engaged, you both agreed that this was too soon and you would rather wait for him to achieve his dream. So the whole wedding organization wouldnāt be impacted by the craziness of the season.
āI can marry you at 20, 30, 50, or 70; I donāt care, Charles. As long as I have you in my life forever.ā You told him when you discussed it.
Yet, you loved the idea of him wearing a ring that proved he was yours. And he couldnāt blame you since he did it multiple times in the past already, always happy to spend his money on his love for you.
āSorry,ā he said in a hurry, already taking his phone in his hand to send you a text.Ā
Right when he sent you a āI wonāt believe what just happened.ā He received a āI hope your party is going well!ā
You were there. All the time. Even when you werenāt.Ā
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āUn discours, un discours!āĀ You heard everyone sing in the room, asking your boyfriend to finally make the speech he promised he would do but still hasnāt.
You turned around to see him and watched as his cheeks turned a beautiful and very red colorāhow appropriate to celebrate his title with Ferrari. You put your hand on his shoulder to lean closer to him and couldnāt resist kissing his cheek, adding a new tint of red to it. But mostly, as you expected, to see him chill at your touch.
āGo ahead,Ā mon amour; they are waiting for you.ā You told him, still bringing your thumb to his skin to wipe away your lipstick. You loved teasing him, but you still werenāt the mark-your-territory type of girlfriend. āYou won the championship; Iām sure you can make this speech.ā
āYou better be right on this one,ā he laughed, still not sure he could do it. Especially not after the multiple champagne glasses he drank tonight.Ā
But still, Charles got up, smoothed his shirt, and put a kiss in your hair before walking to the center of the room. He gave his mother a genuine smile, but his eyes fell on you one last time. It was like the kiss you blew him at that moment went straight to his heart from the way he sighed and finally turned to his guests.
āWe fucking did it, guys!ā Charles said loudly in the microphone, causing everyone to scream and applaud at the memory that yes, finally,Ā il predestinatoĀ gave Ferrari its title.
And so Charles started to thank everyone in the team, making sure to not forget a single person. Making sure everyone in this room knew how grateful he was that he had been so well looked after this past year. You watched as he took the time to look at the person he said the name to every time and how he was taking the time to say a nice word about them.Ā
You feel the tears growing in your eyes when he talks about his family. Reminding him of the old days back in Monaco and how far he had come to achieve his dream.Ā
And then you heard your name.Ā
āAnd you,ā he started, landing his eyes on you. He waited a second, making sure he wasnāt the only one looking at you. Making sure the whole room knew who you wereāeven if it had become almost impossible for them to ignore you. āI would have never, ever, done half of this without you. Having you by my side all these years and these past months has been the biggest encouragement. I love you,Ā mon amour.ā
Everyone got up and started to applaud, you included. Because of this, most of them didnāt notice Charles open his mouth again. They missed the smile on his face, all the love that came from it, or the look he was giving you at that moment. And mostly, they missed the last sentence of his speech.
Or maybe that was his plan from the beginning.Ā
āYouāre my soulmate.ā
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lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.
genre: smut
pairing: female reader x lando norris
warnings: smut š¤ i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)
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author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesnāt work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)
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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"
"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."
earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.
lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.
he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.
lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.
the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.
but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.
your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips ā they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.
since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.
and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."
"do it."
you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."
lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"
"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."
the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.
"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.
you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.
"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."
"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.
"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"
his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.
"i thought so."
your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.
number two: lando hates being teased.
it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control ā he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.
speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"
his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.
when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.
you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.
if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.
number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.
he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.
you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.
"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."
and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.
you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.
your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.
"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."
a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."
his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.
number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.
he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.
his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.
you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."
you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"
"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."
"let me at least get you something in the morning?"
"mmm. shush and sleep now."
and there it was, an order ā back in control already. just like he should be.
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melbourne anymore l oscar piatri x ex!reader
summary; where oscar and yn decide break up but theyāre not very good at staying friends. part two
fc; madison beer
warnings; english is not my first language, kinda sad but cute, inspired by ākansas anymoreā by role model <3
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yourusername oh f1 youāve been good to me! thank you to @redbullracing for inviting me for the weekend and congratulations @maxverstappen1 on your win, amazing performance! š¦š§”š
user1 first we donāt hear about yn for months, and then when we hear is f1 related AND about maxā¦ā¦ WHAT HAPPEN WITH OSCAR
user2 yall i think they broke up
redbullracing thanks for coming queen! hope to see you again soon! our writingās on the wall tell us youāll be back ššš
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user3 that last part is kinda sus
user4 what is yn up to
maxverstappen1 thank you yn!! hope to see you again soon!
yourusername hope to see you again soon to max!
user5 this friendship is amazing
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a month laterā¦.
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oscarpiastri thank you australia for this weekend, felt good to be home! š¦šŗš¦šØ
user1 yn liking oh manā¦
user2 the friendship bracelets ššš
user3 yn is in australia, you think she was there?
user4 great race osc!
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a few weeks laterā¦
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f1gossip spotted! oscar piastri walking around the paddock with a new girl! we havenāt seen him with a girl since he broke up with yn, seems like he moved on! we love to see him happyšš
user1 im pretty sure thatās norris sister
user2 lando would never let this happen
user3 yeah look at his happy face š
landossister thatās me! he was just keeping me company cuz my brother abandoned me, i also happen to have a boyfriend so please confirm everything before you post things like this, thanks!š§”
(ps. do you have any ideia how hard it is to find a photo of this man with lily where he isnāt all smiley and giggling????????? this man is IN love)
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moths laterā¦
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user1 oscar???
user2 whoās the musician guy?š
yourbestfriend FINALLY
yourusername itās coming out today i canāt belive
yourusername do you think people will like it?
yourusername what if he gets mad
yourbestfriend theyāll like it
yourbestfriend and heāll be proud just like i am
yourusername i love you
yourbestfriend i love you too
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yourusername heyy!! so iāve been working on something for a few months now and i am more than proud to announce that my first album just came out!! i actually loved how this turned out and i hope you do toš«§š«§š«§šŖ½ melbourne anymore is now ours in all streaming plataforms š¤š¤
yourbestfriend SO SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU
yourusername I LOVE YOU
user1 i didnāt know you could sing wtf
user2 this is amazing
user3 on repeat
user4 track five omg
user5 this is def about him
user6 mom and dad broke up
user7 a breakup album about oscar was not on my 2024 bingo card
user8 they still in love with each other
user9 superglue is so cutešš
user10 OSCAR LIKINGšššššš
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oscarpiastri I dreamt of this day as a little kid back in Australia. A trutly unbelivable feeling. Thank you to everyone who helped me and everyone who belived in me. One down too many more to go š§”š«§šŖ½
mclaren SHOW THEM HOW ITāS DONE
landonorris proud of you brother
user1 OMG OSCAR WON
user2 NOT HIM WINNING AFTER THE YN ALBUM
user3 the emoji choiceš '
user4 yn must be so proud
user5 i wonder if he heard the album
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let me know if you liked it, and in case you did vote here to decide the ending, thank you for reading it!ššŖ½š«§ššØ
#formula 1#f1#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 fic#f1 imagine#oscar piastri#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri angst#oscar piastri fluff#grand prix#cars#moodboard#aesthetic#oscah
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could you do a schumacher!daughter reader fic pretty pleaseš somethin g soft and sweet
anon you read my mind <3
little schumi (ms7!daughter)
(p.s. i showed by father this gif and he has tears in his eyes, side note: my dad loves michael schumacher)
The familiar scent of burnt rubber and ozone hung heavy in the air as Y/N Schumacher navigated the bustling Formula One paddock. Unlike her brother Mick, who was gearing up for qualifying, Y/N never felt the pull of the racetrack. Instead, she gravitated towards the human stories that unfolded around it.
A gruff but gentle hand landed on her shoulder. "There you are, little Schumi," boomed a voice that could only belong to Kimi Raikkonen. Y/N grinned, returning the signature Kimi side-eye. "Kimi! Did you see Valtteri's new helmet design? It's outrageous!"
Kimi snorted. "Looks like a flock of angry parrots attacked it." They shared a laugh, their easy camaraderie a testament to the years Y/N had spent soaking up the paddock atmosphere. Every driver, engineer, and mechanic knew her, a familiar smile in a world of high-octane adrenaline.
Fernando Alonso, a close friend of her father's, spotted them and sauntered over. "How's my favorite Schumi doing today?" he asked, ruffling her hair. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't you have a qualifying session to win, Fernando?"
"Practice makes perfect, but spending time with you is always a priority, pequena," he winked. Y/N knew the playful banter was a way to deflect from the unspoken. Her father's condition was a shadow that loomed over the entire F1 family.
Just then, a young reporter, all bright eyes and eager questions, approached Y/N. "Ms. Schumacher, a few words for Sky Sports? Can you share your thoughts on your father's health?"
Y/N's smile faltered. Everyone knew this was a touchy subject. Sebastian Vettel, who was just passing by, overheard and stepped in. "Let's leave Y/N out of this, shall we?" he said, his voice firm but kind. "She doesn't owe you a public statement."
The reporter looked flustered. "But sir, it's a question everyone wants answered." Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "And everyone will have to understand that some things are private, especially when it comes to family." He offered Y/N a reassuring smile. "Come on, Y/N, let's grab some coffee before the chaos starts."
Grateful, Y/N linked arms with Sebastian. The paddock might be a competitive arena, but the drivers, the ones who understood pressure and risk, formed their own kind of family. They understood her silence, her need for normalcy in a world obsessed with speed.
As they walked, Y/N overheard snippets of conversations. "Poor Y/N," someone murmured. "She must be going through hell." Another voice added, "Leave her alone, haven't they been through enough?" Y/N offered a small, sad smile. It hurt, but it also warmed her heart. Her father, with his quiet strength and unwavering determination, had built a legacy that transcended wins and podium finishes. He had inspired loyalty, respect, and a fierce protectiveness that extended to his daughter, even in this fast-paced, unforgiving world.
Reaching the small coffee shop tucked away in the paddock, Y/N settled into a booth with Sebastian. "Thanks, Seb," she said, her voice soft.
Sebastian squeezed her shoulder. "Anytime, Y/N. You know, your dad would be proud of you. The way you handle yourself, your kindnessā¦ it's something special."
Y/N smiled, tears pricking her eyes. Maybe she wouldn't be on the racetrack, but here, in the heart of the paddock, amongst the roar of engines and the smell of racing fuel, she felt a part of her father's legacy.
time skip
The post-race debrief was abuzz with post-adrenaline chatter. Y/N, perched on the edge of Lando Norris' chair, listened with a half-ear as he recounted his epic battle with Daniel Ricciardo on the final lap. They may be from different teams, but their young love story was a paddock favorite.
"ā¦and then I went for the undercut, and bam! Second place!" Lando finished, a triumphant grin splitting his face. Y/N leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Amazing job, my champion," she whispered, earning a playful swat on the arm.
Suddenly, Charles Leclerc burst through the door, his phone held aloft. "Did you guys see this?!" he exclaimed, brandishing a news article. Max Verstappen, who was sprawled on the couch next to Lewis Hamilton, snatched the phone. "What is it, Charles?"
Max's eyes narrowed as he scrolled through the article. "Seriously?" he growled, throwing the phone onto the coffee table. Y/N's heart lurched. It couldn't be good.
Lewis picked it up and read aloud, his voice heavy with disapproval. "'Mick Schumacher: A shadow of his father's talent?' This is ridiculous!"
Y/N's blood boiled. How dare they criticize her brother, especially so harshly? She felt tears prickling her eyes, her fists clenching. Before she could react further, Lando was by her side, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders.
"Hey, hey," he soothed, his voice a low rumble. "Don't let them get to you. Mick's a phenomenal driver, everyone knows that."
Carlos Sainz, ever the comedian, piped up from across the room. "Besides, who needs talent when you have good looks like Mick, right?" he winked, earning a playful shove from Charles.
Y/N forced a smile, her anger slowly simmering down. She knew they were trying to lighten the mood, and she appreciated their support. "Thanks, guys," she sniffled. "It justā¦ it's frustrating."
Lewis, his calm demeanor ever-present, spoke up. "Let the results speak for themselves, Y/N. Mick's still young, and he's already proving himself. This kind of trash talk doesn't deserve your attention."
Max, still fuming, grabbed the phone again and typed furiously. "There," he declared, showing the screen to the rest of them. "I just tweeted my support for Mick. Let's see how those journalists like that."
Y/N let out a laugh, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. These weren't just her teammates, they were her family, her chosen tribe. They understood the pressure, the scrutiny, and the unwavering loyalty that bound them together. They wouldn't let some random article bring her down.
Lando nudged her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, you know who the real untalented one is," he whispered, leaning in close.
Y/N playfully swatted his arm. "Oh yeah? And who's that?"
Lando winked. "The one who keeps losing to me on the simulator, obviously."
Their playful banter erupted into laughter, the tension completely forgotten. Surrounded by her closest friends, Y/N knew that no matter what the headlines said, she had her own championship team, one that valued love, support, and a good dose of healthy teasing.
time skip
The air crackled with a bittersweet energy as the F1 paddock celebrated Michael Schumacher's birthday. Banners emblazoned with his iconic number 7 adorned the pit lanes, and mechanics sported specially designed caps. Yet, beneath the celebratory facade, a current of unspoken grief hummed.
Mick and Y/N Schumacher stood shoulder-to-shoulder, a united front against the tide of emotions. Their gazes were fixed on a freshly painted mural across the track. It depicted Michael, mid-race, a determined glint in his eyes, the car a blur of red. The artwork was a poignant reminder of the man they missed terribly.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Y/N said, her voice barely a whisper.
Mick nodded, his jaw clenched tight. "They captured him perfectly." A beat of silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, Mick spoke, his voice gruff. "It hurts, doesn't it? Seeing himā¦ but not really."
Y/N reached out and squeezed his hand. "It's the worst kind of absence, Mick. We know he's there, butā¦" she trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes.
Mick pulled her into a side hug, his protective aura a familiar comfort. "I know, Y/N. I know. But you're not alone. We have each other, and we have Mom. We'll get through this, together."
Y/N leaned into her brother's embrace, finding solace in his strength. "I know," she murmured. "It's justā¦ I miss him telling me bad jokes after qualifying."
A choked laugh escaped Mick. "Yeah, those were the worst." He paused, then added, "But he still loved them, didn't he?"
Y/N chuckled, a tear rolling down her cheek. "He did. He loved seeing us laugh."
They stood in comfortable silence for a while, the paddock noises a distant hum. Y/N looked up at the mural, a flicker of determination replacing the sadness in her eyes. "We'll make him proud, Mick. Both of us."
Mick met her gaze, his blue eyes mirroring her resolve. "We will. We owe him that."
A hand landed on Mick's shoulder. Sebastian Vettel stood beside them, his expression solemn. "He is proud of you both," he said softly. "Every single day."
Y/N and Mick exchanged a grateful smile. In that moment, surrounded by the people who knew their father best, they felt a surge of strength. Michael Schumacher's absence might leave an aching void, but his legacy, his love, and the unwavering support of their F1 family would forever keep his spirit alive.
#f1#formula 1#michael schumacher#fernando alonso#mick schumacher#kimi raikkonen x you#fernando alonso x female reader#f1 imagine#formula one#y/n#lando norris#lando norris x reader#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#max verstappen imagine#ava speaks#sir lewis hamilton#mick shumacher imagine
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Ok but since Thunderbolts is coming out soon, how about something where Reader is either his campaign manager, or secretary, or like his handler when he makes appearances and somehow Bucky trusts her more than anyone else on his staff, so he invites her as his plus one to the Gala.
If you want to make it angsty/throw in some action, you could have Valentina sabotage his date at the gala by slipping something in her drink or having her goons tail reader home afterwards. ššš
Anyway, hope this gives you some inspiration! No pressure to use this tho
AHHHH i actually lysm for this!! thank you for sending me this and basically i got carried away so i'm gonna be splitting this up into like 2/3 different parts which should be out soon!
anyway i basically have the first half of the request in here and the rest will be in the next one! i love love love this idea so much and the new pictures that came out of him in thunderbolts has me in a chokehold like okay we see u babes
also i know very little about UK politics and even lass about US and my limited knowledge of media officers all comes form F1 so this probably makes no sense if your a professional in any of them but shhh its okay we move
Two Hearts: part 1
congressman bucky barnes x pr manager fem reader warnings: no use of y/n, she/her pronouns used, probably curse words (maybe not idk) word count: 1.3k words
Youād started out as his PR manager, for the first few months, thatās all you were to him, and he swore by that, he really did. But somewhere along the way, youād become something much more, something he couldnāt quite put his finger on.
It didnāt start when you first entered the office, you were a breath of fresh air to the mundane office, but you were just new. Your desk was filled with little trinkets colourful sticky notes plastered over the frame of your computer monitor. But all Bucky thought was that you were sweet.
But then you had to start coming places with him, and doing interviews just off camera so he could look to you for help, and all of a sudden your sweetness became a buoy, something to desperately grasp onto as he felt he was sinking into the depths of the interviewer's questions. Even if you didnāt need to step in, your presence was always calming enough that he knew exactly how to handle it, a situation heād found himself in too few a time in his life.
So what, you became something along the line of a friend for him, someone he could confide in and sort of trust. Which meant a lot coming from a man who spent months trying to let goddamn Sam in, and you did it within a few weeks.
Somehow throughout the campaign, he couldnāt stop himself from letting you weasel yourself into the list of his most dearest. Between your reassuring smiles and little gifts and honestly just you, Bucky felt like you could very possibly be his person. Sometimes you could just be there and it would put the tiniest of smiles on his face, sending you a little wave across a crowded bar- and yeah Sam would take the piss out of him for it, but heād gotten past Samās endless teasing a while ago.
That bar had become a weird sort of crossover point for your and Buckyās life outside of work. Sometimes youād sit with your friend when you finished a little earlier or occasionally a group, Bucky noted he never saw you with a boyfriend but wasnāt really sure why his brain would even think that. He and Sam would meet there after long days at work and oftentimes, you and your friends would be regulars in the crowded building, lazing by the bar as you drank together.
Youād never talk to each other in there, but it seemed that the other was constantly in your eyeline, always watching, subtly checking in. But after a few of these nights, Bucky couldnāt stop his eyes wandering to your figure all night. Sam was twittering about something or another, and he tried to focus, he really did, but how was he supposed to do that when you were sat a few seats away, looking so captivating.
Sam had stopped talking halfway through, not that Bucky had noticed, and instead started laughing as he watched the unusually stone cold exterior of his friend crumble as he longingly stared at your back. āDude, you're whipped!ā Heād managed to get out between his breathless laughs.
Samās words had managed to catch his attention, gaze flicking from you to him as the words set in and his brow furrowed. āWhat- Iām not-ā
Despite his protests and insistent denials of having any sort of interest in you in that way, Bucky Sam persisted and eventually, it took more energy to deny it than let Sam have his fun - or at least thatās what Bucky said to himself. And sure that little flutter in his chest he felt whenever you smiled felt as if it grew every single goddamn day, he still couldnāt quite bring himself to admit that he had a crush on you.
But even if he did, it would be wrong and immoral, he was trying to represent a need for change, present to the country why he could be trusted, and you were supposed to help, not make him fall into some strange tango of emotions with you. But you did, and it wasnāt your fault, he didnāt think he could fault you for the goddamn end of the world if you caused it.
So when he needed a plus one to a gala, you were the only logical answer. He trusted you above everybody else who worked with him, and maybe he wanted an excuse to see you outside of your office or press conference or interview rooms. Bucky wanted a glimpse of you heād seen at the bar with your friends, he just wanted a taste of the life he wished he could have with you.
Your office was a place heād enjoyed being in more and more as the past few months had occurred. The photo frames on your desk were scattered and everything had a slight messiness that brought a feeling of coziness. Heād often find reasons to linger in there, so it wasn't out of character when he appeared one day.
āMorning.ā You greeted him with a smile after his polite knocks, sipping on your coffee, one hand wrapped around your kermit the frog mug whilst typing out an email to a news agency with your other. Bucky had nodded, he was usually less talkative in the mornings -which youād taken a note of to move any media prep to the afternoons. You blew on the steaming mug before tilting your head, āYou good?ā
Heād sat himself on the sage green couch tucked in the corner of the room and smiled softly at you before relying. āI have a question for you.ā
Immediately, you placed your mug on the coaster and stopped typing, letting your arms cross over the wooden desk, elbow brushing the wrapper of one of those breakfast bars you liked so much. Heād made sure to stock up the kitchen after finding out your habit of snacking on them. āAsk away.ā
Now, Bucky Barnes wasnāt generally a nervous man,or at least not when it came to women, but you managed to make it seem like asking you to be his +1 was a life or death event, as though the decision itself would alter the way the earth spins on its axis. Which to him, it may well have.
Bucky avoided your eyes, glancing just past your head at the drapes that were tied beside your large windows looking out into the city. āThat gala I have to go to next month, the fundraising one, I donāt- ermā¦ā
You let out a sigh as you leant forward on your arms, lips pursed. āBucky, you have to go. Itās too late now, I canāt get you out of it, if youād told me a few days ago then maybe but-ā
āNo, no, you have it wrong.ā He quickly interrupted, shaking his head, āNo, I was going to say that I donāt have a plus one, and I would be really grateful and forever in your debt if youād possiblyā¦ā He trailed off again, scrunching his nose and finally meeting your eyes, āGo with me?ā
You blinked once.
Then twice.
And finally a third time before you managed to move your head, looking behind you out the window once before looking back at him. āWhat? You want me to-?ā You stopped abruptly, seeing the serious look on his face, his eyes looking straight at you, as though reading your mind.
Youād wondered if he had that superpower a few times before, especially when you first started, which wouldāve been a nightmare seeing as at the beginning of your role here, you struggled to hold yourself up when around him. Bucky Barnes was -to put it simply- gorgeous. Everything youād ever looked for in a man was right in front of you in the body of your boss, and if he could read minds, well youād ruled that out seeing as you most likely wouldāve been fired by now.
Your voice lowered as a small smile made its way onto your lips, knowing it probably meant nothing, but at the same time, it meant everything to you. āIf youād like me to, Iād love to.ā
#marvel#bucky#bucky barnes#mcu#bucky fanfic#marvel fanfic#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#james bucky barnes#congressman barnes#congressman bucky#james bucky buchanan barnes
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NEWTONāS LAWS,
introducing... the lion and his lioness prey pairing: f1!raphael cameron & reporter!reader
An apple fell from a tree and well... you know the rest. Much like Newton's apple, you fell right in his path, the lion's path, and he deemed you his prey. Silly boy. That was his first mistake.
A tale as old as time, Newton & his gravity, faceclaim: HoYeon Jung & various pinterest girls
warnings! smau, fem!reader, fluff, slightly mean!rafe, obx & f1 crossover, a little angst, possible smut, fc used, pet names, occasional inaccuracies, ward and more
REPORTING LIVE FROM THE PADDOCK, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7...
THE LION'S DEN (EXTRAS), Beginner's Guide to an F1 Race Weekend x
Thank you to @dearapril, @zyafics and @edwardslvrr for inspiring me to create something new. I've been in love with the word of F1 for a while now so I hope to bring you my own twist on F1!Rafe to make you fall in love with it too. This will be a combination of an smau and written articles, & real life events inspired by these lovely authors and various F1 writers whose works I have liked and reblogged.
If you would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know. And, if you want to remain tagged, you must interact with the posts (credits to Zya).
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Tradition - CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
Word Count: 900+
Warning: tooth rooting fluff, honestly not even sure if Europeans do christmas cards, for the sake of this they don't.
Twelve Fic of Christmas - Christmas Card
A/N: this is inspired by my family because my mom stopped doing christmas cards when my brother broke up with his ex a year after she was in the christmas card
F1 Masterlist / Masterlist
Every year in your family there would be a tradition to send out Christmas cards to extended family. It started before you were even born. Your mom took the annual Christmas card seriously. It was just a way to show family you hardly saw how big everyone was getting. This year was a bit different. Every one of your siblings including you was in a happy long-term relationship. There was a rule that each couple needed to make it through two Christmases for the other half to be on the card. This year you and Charles would be spending 3 years together which meant he would make it onto the Christmas card, and with the newest addition to the family, Leo, everyone was excited.Ā
The photoshoot would be taking place during the Vegas gp. It was easier for everyone to travel to Vegas, with everyone finally being in the same place after months of not seeing each other. Charles was more than happy to be included. His family never did the annual Christmas card tradition and he felt this was the final leg into being fully accepted into the family.Ā
"What are we wearing? Mom wanted to do it in the desert right? It's still going to be cold so we have to wear something warm which is perfect because it'll be for Christmas." Charles mindlessly rambled while looking through the clothes he packed for the week in his suitcase. It was adorable about how seriously he was taking this. After years you gave up putting effort into the tradition. You just showed up in whatever your mom planned for the attire to be and smiled for the numerous photos.Ā
"Charles baby, breathe for a second. There's no need to stress so much about this Christmas card."Ā
"You're wrong. I have every reason to stress. This is the first time I'll be on the family Christmas card. What if Leo doesn't listen and just goes crazy?" He sighed looking over to the sleeping dog who was curled up in your lap. The dog was energetic no doubt but it was funny to see him stress over the currently sleeping dog.Ā
"Look my mom loves you and adores Leo even more. If anything she'll be lenient with the both of you. All you have to do is show up and look pretty. Can you do that?"Ā
"I certainly can." He smiled leaning down to land a kiss to your lips.Ā
It was the next day that your mom dragged everyone to the desert. It was perfect since Ferrari needed to do a photo shoot to debut Charles's special helmet. To be in your mom's good graces he convinced the Ferrari photographer to also do the family Christmas Card. He was pulling out all the stops to make sure this went perfectly.Ā
"Leo! My god." He couldn't help but sigh at the dog who just wanted to roam around pulling Charles in all different directions.Ā
"Is everyone ready?" Your mother's voice brought your and Charles's attention away from Leo and onto her.Ā
"Yup!"Ā
"Okay so we are going to do a group photos, then the siblings, all the males then the females, and finally all the couples get their own."Ā
"Is there enough room on the card for all of us?" You asked seeing as that was more than you all would usually take. To be fair there were more people this year.Ā
"Ehh, there will be enough, don't you worry."Ā
For the better part of half an hour that's what everyone did. Follow your mom's directions while the photographer snaps away. You hated to admit but you cared how this would turn out. If these pictures came out good there would be no doubt in your mind that your mother was going to hang it in the living room of their house.Ā
"Okay, the little family now!" Your mom said pushing everyone else out of the way as she directed you, Charles, and Leo to have your moment. You two were the last to get a photo in.Ā
"Leo, come on," Charles begged the dog to stay still for once making everyone laugh at the cute moment.Ā
You were pretty sure the photographer snapped every movement you guys made. No doubt because it was Charles but you were glad to see the candids that would come out of it. Finally, Leo calmed down and you managed to get a few poses in before your mom called it a wrap. grabbing Leo in his arms so he wouldn't run around anymore he led you over to the car, happy with how the day went.Ā
"I can't wait to see how it turns out." Charles excitedly said no doubt planning to make it his wallpaper. You wouldn't be surprised if he told the photographer to put a rush on it despite the hectic gp this weekend.Ā
"This might be my favorite Christmas Card." You confessed. After so many years of thinking it was just mindless tradition, this time it was extra special. This time you got to show off your boys.Ā
"Thank you for letting me be in it."Ā
"Well, this just means you're stuck with me for the rest of your life."Ā
"I'm perfectly fine with that." He smiled pulling you in for a kiss. No way he was going to mess this up. He loved this tradition and couldn't wait for you guys to do it once you expanded your family even more.Ā
#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#formula 1
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an update
i feel silly doing these bc on one hand i'm like 'eh who tf cares about what my plans are for writing the next few weeks/months' and on the other hand, i know i hate when authors go from writing consistently to radio silence so...idk. it feels self indulgent and a touch self centered.
but i digress
i'm tired guys. tired of pouring my entire creative soul into these fics and not seeing the engagement. i've whined and moaned about it enough so i'm sure you're like 'jfc shut tf up and get over yourself' (which i mean, fair lol). the thing is, i do write for the love of writing but i also don't want to waste my time if it's not well received. there is something so depressing about spending HOURS on a chapter and having it barely break 100 notes. i know it sounds entitled and it probably is but thats how i feel. its not anyones fault and i know my writing isn't going to be for everyone. it's just...frustrating to go from writing very well received/popular fics to...nothing.
i don't know what's changed that's effected my engagement so much but i've tried everything to capture that magic that my early writings had on here and nothing is working.
i feel wrung out creatively. and also i've noticed a spike in my anxiety around social media lately. i've deleted almost everything off of my phone. and its FREEING. like, i tend to hyper fixate on something to the point where it's just not healthy for me and i think i need to take a bit of a break from online spaces, F1 spaces specifically. i'll still be HERE on tumblr but that's about it.
so what's next for the next few months for me? im going to take it easy, be kind to myself, let the inspiration come as it wants. i have a kernel of an idea for a lando fic but i won't be posting it at all until it's completely finished. probably later this summer. i have plans to work on a little collab project with another writer on an oscar fic too. that'll probably happen later this summer too. and i'm going to rewrite A Package Deal as a OC fic that goes deeper and is longer. That will be posted on AO3 sometime this summer too. i'm also wanting to go and work on the novel i wrote last summer and get it ready for publishing? my goal last year was to have it ready to publish by this summer break in august but i won't be ready for that, so new goal! next summer, the goal is to have it published.
so like, i'll still be around. i'll still be here. i'm still writing. i'm hoping a bit of an absence will maybe reset my algorithm too? lol maybe the tumblr gods will be kind to me again in a few months?
anyway. sorry if this is cringe and embarrassing. i just needed to kind of get it all out. my asks are open if you ever want to chat. <3
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"I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" for the ask list? maybe landoscar or any pair you feel inspired by! <3
āi think this is the part where youāre supposed to kiss meā
Itās started to drizzle when Lando pushes his way through the front doors of the hotel, runs out into the street. Oscarās only a few feet away, standing on the curb looking at his phone, clearly waiting for the car to come pick him up. His suitcase is next to him, his backpack slung over his shoulder.
āOscar,ā Lando breathes out more than says, way too relieved to find him still here, rushing in his direction.
Oscar hears him anyway, looks up a little confused, even more confused when he spots Lando. āLando?ā He asks. āI thought you were asleep.ā
āI was, you fucking bastard,ā Lando says, puts his hands on his hips. āNot anymore. A letter, really? Not even. A fucking letter?ā
Oscar has the decency to look at little ashamed. āI didnāt want to wake you.ā
āBullshit,ā Lando says. āThatās and you know it. I just want to know why. This whole week weāre having a great time together and I thought, you know. And then you leave me a fucking letter confirming that great time, and then you fucking end it with āIām sorry to leave but I canāt be what you want me to beā. What does that even mean.ā
āI donāt do casual, Lando,ā Oscar says. He looks a little tired around the eyes, a little sad. Lando gets it. Heās not a driver, doesnāt even work for F1, but heās lived near Silverstone all his life. He knows how hectic shit gets. How taxing this whole week is for someone like Oscar. āI canāt- Not with you.ā
āOkay,ā Lando says, a little confused. āThatās nice? For you? Then why didnāt you just, I donāt know. Leave your phone number? You know, like a normal person. Or you couldāve woken me up. Even normaler person behavior.ā
āI donāt think thatās a word,ā Oscar says, and when Lando merely glares at him he shrugs, a little bashfully. āYou just. I just didnāt think thatās something you wanted. You gave the impression you know. That this was just a one week thing to you.ā
And. Okay. Maybe Lando did keep talking about how F1 feels like this one-week festival every year. How it comes and goes and feels like transporting yourself to another universe for a week. How heās made friends he only sees once a year. How heās made friends that felt like the best heād ever dad for the duration of that one week and then never saw again.
Heād never considered that, with Oscar. Oscar had felt. Permanent. All encompassing. Inevitable. From the moment Oscar had gotten out of his stupid bright orange McLaren down the road from his parentās farm to ask for directions because heād found himself horrible turned around, Lando had felt this. Connection.
Which is stupid, because Oscar is a world famous F1 driver and Lando is a farmerās son from a small town in the middle of the English countryside, but still. Theyād clicked, immediately. Oscar somehow being perfectly equipped to deal with Landoās slightly chaotic energy in a way no one in this town ever really had, giving as good as he got. Heās charming, in a very understated way. Sweet.
And they had fun, this past week. A lot of fun. Fun Lando hoped they would be able to continue, after.
But then this morning had happened, and the letter, and heās started doubting that maybe-
āIt wasnāt,ā he says, earnestly, honestly. Because if he only gets one shot at this, heās taking it with both hands. Worst case scenario heāll never see Oscar again. Best case scenarioā¦ Well. Heād love to find out. āJust a one week thing for me.ā
āOh,ā Oscar says, and heās smiling, and the rain has started to pick up so his hair is starting to stick to his forehead, but neither of them really cares. āMe neither. If you want, yeah. Me neither.ā
āGood,ā Lando says, nods. His shirt is getting soaked. He wishes heād grabbed a jacket during his mad scramble to catch Oscar in time. āRight. I think this is the part where youāre supposed to kiss me.ā He says, only half-jokingly, when thereās a sort of awkward silence between them.
Oscar however, doesnāt waste a single moment, reaching forward like heās been waiting for Lando to say that all his life, his fingers sliding over Landoās wet cheeks as he pulls them closer. Itās really starting to pour down now, but for a moment, when Oscarās lips touch his, Lando feels like the sun is shining just for them.
#landoscar#mctwinks#twinklaren#drabble#two in one day??? who am i#anyway still getting through the kiss prompts v slowly!!!
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Kiss Cam (Lee Jeno x Reader)
Pairing: Lee Jeno (NCT) x gn!Reader
Genre: F1!au, Motorsport!au
Summary: During a red flag period an impromptu kiss cam has you and your teammate be the center of attention.
Word Count: 676
A/N: I'm kinda alive lol.
This is based on two different things, for one a picture of a Tweet that Admin A send me in which Jeno apparently said he'd be an F1 driver if he wasn't an Idol. But mostly inspired by the GT Masters qualifying this morning in which the commentators randomly started a Kiss Cam during red flags.
Anyway, Enjoy :) -Admin J
It was busy in the Neo Culture Racing Team Garage, a red flag had brought the drivers back into the pit lane while repairs were made on the circuit barriers. Many people worked on the neon green cars to make sure they were set up perfectly for the race restart.
Both drivers were doing their own things around the garage. You were talking with your race engineer, while Jeno was sitting in a chair in the back of the garage, snacking on a protein bar while observing the work that was done on his car.
His eyes drifted away from the car towards the other side of the garage until they ended up on you. The way your head fell back as you laughed at something that your race engineer pointed out on the monitor in front of you. Intrigued by your reaction Jeno walked over, holding onto the race overall that was hanging on his hips, to see what had you laughing like that.
Noticing Jeno looming behind you you turned to greet him with a smile "They started a kiss cam." You pointed at the screen where the official broadcast was playing and sure enough they were showing a random couple in the stands blushing, embarrassed by the eyes of all the fans on them. They tried to avoid the kiss but finally gave each other a quick peck when the whole crowd started chanting "Kiss".
Jeno listened to your giggles as red hearts started showing up on the screen after the couples kiss, he couldn't help but smile as well. It was clear this whole Kiss Cam thing was an impromptu action by the film crew to entertain the fans during the red flag period. And Jeno had to give it to them the Kiss Cam was really entertaining.
He took the spot next to you after your race engineer walked away to observe the work on your car. That's when a loud roar from the crowd took his attention. He wasn't aware what they found so exciting, but then he felt you gripping his arm. You pointed at the screen and he realized that the camera had moved away from the stands and was now showing you two standing together in the garage.
He gave the camera a short wave assuming the camera crew would move to the next garage afterwards, however the camera kept pointing at the both of you. "I think they want us to do the Kiss Cam." You whispered and almost simultaneously the crowd started to chant "Kiss".
Jeno turned to face you "Would that be okay with you?" Your eyes widened in surprise but you eventually decided it was only a kiss for the camera, so why not? "Sure lets give the fans what they want." You laughed.
Without waiting another second Jeno's lips found their way to yours. A short and light kiss before both of you pulled away blushing, the roar of the crowd almost deafening after what they had just witnessed. Finally the camera crew left the garage, but Jeno also hurried away without saying another word to you, leaving you a little flustered. Before starting to prepare for the upcoming race restart.
From his side of the Garage Jeno glanced over to you. He was happy to put his balaclava and helmet back on to hide his burning red cheeks. He hadn't really thought about what kissing you could make him feel after all you had known each other for years. From championship rivals in Formula 3, to becoming friends during Formula 2 to finally teammates in Formula 1.
All this time he had never seen you in a romantic light so why now could he not get rid of the butterflies in his stomach? Why did it feel like the red hearts from the kiss cam had burned themselves into his vision whenever he looked your way? God, he couldn't even concentrate on the race as all he could think about was how he wanted to feel your lips on his again.
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max + āiām sorry i let it get this bad. youāre right, i shouldāve come to you.ā <3
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!female!reader
Words: 1434
A/n: antsy Max inspired me a lot apparently fsjng thank you for your request love, it was a pleasure to finally write for him Ā
You never listened to peopleās opinion about your relationship. Sure, you could understand that they were intrigued by Leclercās little sister dating Verstappen. The sister dating the rival. It was some kind of romance trope that some fans loved, others hated because they were sure you would betray one of them.
But you never listened to these voices. Because your brother and your boyfriend both knew that you werenāt a menace nor some kind of spy social media wanted to make you. You were just a woman in love. And you promised to never talk to each other about cars and strategy or anything related to F1.
Which was what made the situation even worse for you.Ā
Formula One was heading to Monaco which was at the same time the best and worst weekend for you. Of course you were happy to be home, to see your brothers driving here. Nothing compared with the craziness of the Monaco Grand Prix. But it was the only weekend where you felt conflicted between supporting Charles or Max.Ā
Thankfully, Max was understanding. āIf you donāt support your own brother at his home race, when will you?ā he laughed one night when you were in bed together. āBut itās really the only race I can accept to see you support Ferrari.ā It was one of your favorite private jokes. How he couldnāt look at the Ferrari merch in your wardrobe and how he was complaining when the scuderia put stories of you on Instagram with your brothers. He would never prevent you from supporting them. But for him, Red Bull looked better on you.
āAnd I thought red looked good on me.ā you replied, pouting. He took away that pout by kissing you softly.
āI prefer when you donāt wear anything.ā
You knew the weekend would be harder than you thought when Max started to complain about the car after the first free practice. You met him in the garage, right after he left the car. He looked disappointed and threw off the cap he had been wearing forā¦two minutes, maybe. āWhatās wrong?ā you asked him, immediately taking his head between your hands to make him look at you. It took him a few good seconds before his blue eyes softened a little.
āThe car is shit, this weekend. Thatās whatās wrong.ā He sighed before sitting on the chair just right next to you, taking you with him on his knees. It felt more intimate, like it was just the one of you. āIt feels like I canāt control it entirely, I almost lost it multiple times! Thatās the worst scenario, especially here.ā
You felt his fingers tapping on your knees, something he did every time he was anxious and he was trying to find his peace again. So you let him do it and offered him a soft kiss on the lips. You couldnāt reassure him completely, you couldnāt be sure the car would be fine on sunday. You could just support him and love him. That was what you did. But it wasnāt enough.
Max still managed to be P2 on the grid, right next to Charles. Some kind of nightmare scenario, if you were asked. You didnāt even watch the start, so scared they would hit each other. They didnāt.Ā
Not yet.
After their first stop, Max was ahead. And Charles attacked him, like he would always do. It lasted for two laps. Until Maxās car stopped behaving correctly. When Charles tried to overtake him, the Red Bull went completely off the track. And you knew for sure that it was the same issue Max had from Friday, that he couldnāt do what he wanted with it. Max was out. Charles was on his way to win his home race.
You were in the Ferrari garage, so you couldnāt even go and see your boyfriend. It killed you to know he was by himself there. You sent him some messages but he didnāt answer them. At some point, when it got clear that nobody would overtake Charles less than five laps before the end, you went on social media. And you saw the comments. Apparently, there were rumors that the Red Bull had issues this weekend. You had no idea where it came from. Apparently walls have ears everywhere.Ā
But the worst part was that some people thought you said something. That the way Charles attacked wasnāt normal, that he probably knew something was wrong with the car. That you told him about your boyfriendās issue.
You thought it was stupid. Until it became clear that among all the people believing this, there was your boyfriend.
You didnāt see Max after the race. Not during the podium ceremony, where you cried from seeing your big brother. Not during the media panel, like he had disappeared. Not until the party that was planned after the race.
He was there, chatting with some Red Bull mechanic and having a drink. Like he hadnāt been avoiding him for hours now. You went straight to him, leaving Arthur by himself. āMax!ā he turned around, more from the habit of looking at you when you entered the room than from wanting him. āIāve been looking for you all afternoon.ā you put a hand on his arm. And he immediately moved to let it slide away.
āMaybe it was a sign I didn't want to talk to you.ā You hated that sound. You had arguments before. But never, ever, did Max use that tone with you. The one he used with people he didnāt like. With journalists that portrayed him like a monster. With drivers that were playing with his nerves.Ā
You noticed the mechanics taking a step back. āWhatās wrong with you?ā
Max finally turned to look at you. āYou. You telling Charles about the car so he can win.ā You never thought he would think so badly of you. Imagining you could betray him so easily. You didnāt even have the strength to answer him. You rolled your eyes, trying to keep the tears in your eyes and nowhere near your cheeks.Ā
If this is what he thought of you, then you had nothing to do here. You didnāt have the heart to party. So you gave Max one last look, apologized to Charles when you saw him, before leaving and going home.Ā
You didnāt even cry. You just sat on your bed, looking at the wall and trying to understand the hell that happened today. You ignored your brothersā text, even turned your phone so you didnāt have to watch the screen light up every minute.Ā
Then it rang. And you ignored it again.Ā
Then the bell rang. And you thought it was weird.
When you looked at your phone again, you saw the text. āOpen. Itās meā. It was Max. And before you even realized it, you were now at your door to open it. And he was really there. Looking miserable. His hair was messy, his eyes were red and his hands were shaking. He was miserable. But not because he was drunk. Because he knew he might lose you tonight.
āWhat? You discovered new things about my non-existent plan to ruin your race?ā you asked with a sarcastic smile before turning your back at him. You knew he would come in, whether you wanted it or not.
You heard him sighed. āIām sorryā¦I was wrong.ā
āYes!ā you screamed. āYes you were wrong Max. How could you even imagine I would say anything to Charles? I never did! I never said anything to him or to you about him. You should have answered my text and my call. You should have come to you. So I could have calmed you down. Rather than see me as some traitor.ā
You didnāt realise you had closed your eyes until you felt Maxās arms around you. You didnāt push away. You didnāt return the embrace, though. āI'm sorry I let it get this bad. Youāre right, I shouldāve come to you.ā you nodded silently until your head fell on his shoulder.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, you both needed this peace and to calm all your stress and anxiety. You both needed to know you had each other.
āIām sorry, you didnāt even stayed to celebrate Charlesā win.ā he whispered in your ear, holding you even tighter as if you would leave him suddenly to go back there and leave him alone.
āItās fine.ā you replied, looking at him in the eyes. āCharles has plenty of people to celebrate. You need me. And I need you.ā
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THE ALCHEMY ā Paul Aron x Y/N
Hey ! I've written some new stuff ! This is a Paul Aron x reader inspired by the song The Alchemy by Taylor Swift. As always, if there's any mistakes please tell me. Hope you like it :)
word count : 1011
Paul was one of the best rookies the F2 championship had seen in a while. Having at least one podium every weekend, leading the championship... The list of achievement was long, enough to make Mercedes regret their decision of letting him go. Having one the F1 team practically begging for you to back to their academy was a great feeling but something was missing. Something that would make enough impact for him to be considerate in the F1 seats for the next season.
His maiden win
He wanted to come out on the market as a winner and not only a good driver. He would prove to everyone that he could go to F1. He wanted to bash Mercedes and go elsewhere. He had the car, the talent, the confidence, he just needed the moment. Now, for the Silverstone Grand Prix, he was more determined than ever. Especially with his girl in the crowd.
Y/N and Paul were high school sweethearts. They met in an assemble one time, becoming friends, best friends. Eventually, one time after class, Paul had the confidence to ask the girl on a date. You could say it went well. They were now together for almost 3 years. When they graduated, Y/N started going to Uni, she wanted to become an engineer in motorsport. She could not attend all of Paulās races, but they made it work. She went to one or two weekends and Paul would always fly back to Tallinn. They supported each other like no one. Paul would always talk about your great achievements in Uni and Y/N could not stop yapping about her boy leading the F2 Championship. She was more than exited to finally come to a race. The finals ended and she was enjoying her break. Paul and she choose Silverstone as their together race weekend.
They took the plane to London early in the week to spend a few days off. Enjoying the beauty of England, shopping, chilling together. They got I ā¤ļø London matching shirts, took pictures, ate in restaurants. Living like a normal couple. Sometimes, a fan or two would interrupt their time but they were the kindest heart, always took the pictures and chatted a little.
Friday came fast. Paul was in the Hitech motorhome, preparing his qualification session, putting his fireproofs on, training his reflexes, revising the track. Y/N was chilling on the couch, watching her boy. He settled newt to her, leaning in her touch as she started brushing his blonde curls.
āYouāre going to kill this, love!ā she said. They cuddled on the couch for a long time before the quali. Inevitably, Paul had to go in the car. Y/N followed him, helping with his helmet, reassuring him as much as she could.
He went out in quali, easily passing Q1 with the best time. He continued the quali confident, setting yet again the best time in Q2. Then in Q3, he pushed the car to the limit, setting an incredibly good lap. Ollie came with a better lap just after. With only 1:00 left, Paul went and pushed the car again. He gained time in every sector, hopping it would be enough to take the pole. As he finished his lap, his engineer screamed in the radio:
āAND THATāS POLE POSITION,1.2 SECOND AHEAD OF P2!ā
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The result of the sprint race was okay. With the reversed grid he was starting P10 and finished P7, grabbing points for his standing. The feature race was starting. From the Hitech garage, Y/N was staring at the screen, hoping that nothing would disturb her boyās race. He was leading, putting time between him and the second driver. The pit stop was quick, and he did not lose any position just time between him and Ollie who tried to get him. She was holding her breath for the last ten laps. Everything was going so well. Ollie was far behind. Y/N knew it was over for him to try for P1. Paul was pushing even more than before, getting the fastest lap and even more time on Ollie. He crossed the finish line as first and Y/N started crying. She ran outside the garage with the engineers and team. They started chanting his name as he parked behind the P1 sign. He ran over to the team, lifted in the air by all the mechanics. Ollie and Kimi arrived in P2 and P3 and joined the celebration. Even if they were rivals now, they still are teenage boys and best friend. Paul was so involved in his team and friendsā celebrations; he didnāt saw his girlfriend before he climbed the first step of the podium. The tears were still flowing Y/Nās cheeks as the Estonian anthem resonated. She was so proud of her boyfriend. As soon as the anthem ended, Ollie and Kimi grabbed their Champagne bottle and opened them in sink to spray the winner. Paul was drenched in champagne by his friends, eyes closed, stepping down the podium, blinded by the alcohol. He finally managed to dry his face, opening his eyes again. He saw his girl with his team, and he knew he could not wait any longer. He ran down the stairs to the track, leaving Ollie, Kimi, his trophy on the podium. He grabbed Y/N and put her down in front of him. Her hand on his cheeks, his hands in her hair, the slight smell of champagne in the air, the people watching.
āIām so proud of you, loveā she said pressing her forehead against his.
āYouāre my lucky charm, Kallis!ā He responded before kissing his girlfriend.
The moment was truly magical, like a Disney kind of kiss. All romantic with their friends, the team, the public cheering for them. All of this ruined by Kimiās idea of pouring the rest of his champagne bottle on the young couple from the podium. Paul and Y/N laughed it off, they could not care more when they were having the moment of their life, looking at each other with the biggest heart eyes.
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