#f2 masterlist

[afterglowsainz]

F1 MASTERLIST

motorsports masterlist.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

out of time (smau)

positions (smau)

i wish i hated you (smau)

the great war (ft. lando norris) (smau)

blowing smoke (smau)

friends (smau)

yes, and? (smau)

risk (smau)

fresh out the slammer

imgonnagetyouback part 2

the prophecy

CHARLES LECLERC

hoax (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

true story (smau)

the girl is mine (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

bye (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

eternal sunshine (smau)

CARLOS SAINZ

close to you (ft. alex albon) (smau)

is it over now? (smau)

supernatural (smau)

so it goes... (smau)

LANDO NORRIS

we can’t be friends (smau)

the great war (ft. max verstappen) (smau)

when you walk away (smau)

so high school (smau)

barcelona (smau)

crush (smau)

OSCAR PIASTRI

we used to have more part 2 part 3 part 4 (smau series)

don’t wanna break up again (smau)

imperfect for you (smau)

obsessed (smau)

the secret of us (smau)

mclaren admin (smau)

guilty as sin?

ALEX ALBON

body paint (smau)

close to you (ft. carlos sainz) (smau)

so american (smau)

[lecsainz]

Could you write friends to lovers with Ollie Bearman? Something really fluffy where they realise they have feelings for each other, thank you.

OUT OF MY CONTROL

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: ollie bearman + fem!reader

summary: the one where you and ollie are best friends and ollie finally creates the courage to declare yourself.

🗒️ : best friends to lovers are definitely my favorite trope!

type: fluff ಇ

Ollie had known Y/N for as long as he could remember. He first met the girl with y/h/c hair in elementary school. Ollie remembered the six-year-old Y/N approaching the seven-year-old Ollie, taking his hand, and saying, "You're my boyfriend." At the time, young Ollie had bolted away from her, and every time he saw her, he'd hide. That was until the day Y/N decided she wanted another boy to be the father of her dolls and chose the boy who always ran from her to be her best friend.

Today, all Ollie wanted was for his best friend to see him in a different light. Not that Ollie was afraid to make a move, as he was popular among the girls, but he was afraid that Y/N would distance herself from him as she did with any other boy who wasn't Ethan – a guy Ollie disliked.

What did that blond boy, who played football, have that he didn't? He raced a car at almost 200 km/h and was afraid to compete with someone who kicked a ball.

He couldn't recall when he started having feelings for Y/N. Maybe it was during his first race when she showed up wearing a shirt with his number, or perhaps it was during the countless nights they spent talking at each other's houses. It might have been when he saw his best friend cry over Ethan, either because they had broken up or because they weren't speaking. The fact that he couldn't remember didn't change anything, but he simply wanted to be able to call her his. His girl. His girlfriend. Not just his best friend.

One sunny afternoon, Ollie and Y/N found themselves sitting in the park, chatting away about various topics, as they often did. The laughter flowed effortlessly, and the warmth of their friendship was evident. Ollie knew that he had to find the courage to confess his feelings soon, and he couldn't think of a better place to do it.

As they watched the children playing on the swings, Ollie's heart raced, and he decided it was now or never. He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words.

"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while," Ollie began, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Ollie?"

Ollie took a deep breath and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, you mean the world to me. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I cherish every moment we've spent together. But lately, I've started to feel something more, something beyond friendship. I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen for you, Y/N."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Y/N looked at Ollie, her eyes wide with surprise. The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Ollie felt like his heart was in his throat.

Y/N's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch Ollie's hand. "Ollie, I... I don't know what to say."

Ollie couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Had he just ruined their friendship? Would she distance herself from him?

But then Y/N smiled, a warm and genuine smile that made Ollie's heart skip a beat. "You know, Ollie, I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

Ollie's eyes widened in surprise. "You have?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, I have. I've been feeling the same way, Ollie. I just didn't want to ruin our friendship by saying anything. But now that you've said it, I can't hold back any longer. I've fallen for you too."

Relief and happiness washed over Ollie. He couldn't believe his luck. "Y/N, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

With a mixture of excitement and relief in the air, Ollie and Y/N leaned closer to each other. The world seemed to fade away as they closed the distance between them, their hearts pounding in anticipation. Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, sealing the confession of their feelings.

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, filled with the promise of a new beginning. Ollie's hand cupped Y/N's cheek, and her fingers gently threaded through his hair as they shared a moment that had been a long time coming.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Helloa, i saw you do write for f2 drivers. Can i request 'somethimg to remember' by Matt Hansen with Dennis hauger?

Something To Remember

Dennis Hauger x Fem!Reader

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Silverstone Circuit. I stood by the paddock, my heart racing as I watched Dennis prepare for another race. The roar of engines filled the air, a symphony I had grown to love since the day I met Dennis. But today, something felt different. The weight of our last argument lingered, and Matt Hansen’s song "Something To Remember" echoed in my mind.

*"The memories come but they don't go,"* I thought, feeling the ache in my chest as I recalled our happier times. *"I hear the echoes pounding in my head."* Life with Dennis had its challenges, especially with his demanding schedule and the constant pressure to perform. But through it all, there was an undeniable love that kept us together.

Dennis climbed into his car, and I could see the determination in his eyes. He looked over at me and gave me a reassuring smile, which I returned with a wave, my heart swelling with pride and anxiety. The green flag waved, and the cars took off, speeding down the track with a ferocity that never failed to take my breath away.

*"As long as I keep my eyes closed, you're lying right back in my arms again,"* I reflected, watching Dennis maneuver through the tight corners with precision and skill. His determination and passion for racing were part of what made me fall in love with him, but they also made every race a nerve-wracking experience.

I thought back to our last argument, the one where we both shouted things we didn't mean. Racing took so much of his time and energy, leaving me feeling lonely and sometimes neglected. I knew it wasn’t his fault; he was chasing his dreams, and I admired him for that. But it was hard to always be supportive when I missed him so much.

*"I moved out but I never moved on, so tell me now, where did we go so wrong?"* I mused, feeling the weight of our relationship's ups and downs. I knew we had to cherish the good moments, hold onto them tightly, to help us through the tougher times.

The race progressed, and Dennis fought hard for every position. I could see the focus etched on his face, every muscle in his body taut with concentration. I held my breath as he made daring overtakes, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the engines.

*"I was your something once, the picture on your dresser. When did I become your something to remember?"* I reminded myself, gripping the edge of the barrier in front of me. The support from the other drivers' partners and the fans around me was comforting, but nothing could quell the anxiety that bubbled within me.

As the final laps approached, Dennis was in third place, pushing hard to close the gap between him and the leader. The tension was palpable, every second feeling like an eternity. I could barely breathe as he made his move, overtaking the second-place car with a skillful maneuver.

*"All of my friends were wrong, they said that I'll forget him. But he's the kinda song you could play forever,"* I thought, watching him navigate the track with a blend of caution and aggression that took my breath away. It was a reminder of why I fell in love with him in the first place—his tenacity, his passion, his never-give-up attitude.

The checkered flag waved, and Dennis crossed the finish line in second place. The crowd erupted into cheers, and I found myself jumping up and down with excitement. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I watched him pull into the pit lane, the team surrounding him in celebration.

“Ohh-oh-oh, I thought we had it all. I was your something once, now you found something better. How did I become just something to remember?" I whispered to myself, feeling a rush of relief and pride. Dennis climbed out of the car and immediately looked for me. Our eyes met, and I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground.

"You did it, Dennis!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

He kissed me deeply, his hands holding me tightly. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N. You're my rock, my everything."

“Do you think of me at all? Or have I never crossed your mind again?" I thought, feeling the truth of those words in every fiber of my being. No matter the challenges we faced, our love was the anchor that kept us grounded.

As we walked back to the team, hand in hand, I knew that whatever the future held, we would face it together. Dennis squeezed my hand, pulling me closer as we weaved through the celebrating crowd.

Later that evening, as the festivities wound down and the garage grew quiet, we found a moment alone. Dennis had changed out of his race suit and into something more comfortable, but he still carried the aura of a champion. He sat beside me, our fingers intertwined.

"Do you ever think about the future?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "About what comes after racing?"

Dennis looked at me, his expression softening. "All the time," he admitted. "I think about you, us, what we could build together."

I felt a lump form in my throat. "It's hard, Dennis. The distance, the uncertainty. Sometimes I wonder if we’re strong enough to make it through."

He turned to face me fully, his eyes intense. "We are strong enough, Y/N. We've already come so far. Remember what Matt Hansen sings? 'We’ve come so far, don’t let it slip away.' We’ve got to hold on tight, and fight another day."

His words, borrowed from the song that had been a silent companion to our relationship, brought tears to my eyes. "I love you, Dennis. More than anything. And I want this, us, to work."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "It will work, Y/N. Because we’ll make it work. No matter how tough things get, I’ll always be here for you."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, I knew that our journey wouldn’t always be easy. There would be more races, more nights apart, more arguments. But there would also be love, laughter, and moments like this, where we remembered why we fought so hard to stay together.

"Something to remember, something to hold on to, it’s the love we share, that’s gonna get us through,"* I repeated to myself, feeling the truth of those words wrap around my heart like a warm blanket. No matter what challenges lay ahead, I knew we would face them together, and that was something truly worth remembering.

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[starkwlkr]

f2 masterlist✨

—here are my works for f2! thank you for reading!

arthur leclerc

blush

felipe drugovich

bf stealer

ollie bearman

to be young and in love

[sweetpiccolo-blog]

MATERLIST

Here you can find all my works!

Fluff - ☁️

Angst - 🌧️

Smut - 🌩️

Oscar Piastri

To take care of you... (🌩️☁️)

Sebastian Vettel

Not in this universe (🌧️)

[dedeinthewild]

I should be studying but I'm so thrilled! I've tried coloring some parts of the text and putting a little summary following @jungwnies 's tutorial and I have to say that it looks so good!

(I know, I get excited for the little things... it's just a matter of time before I fix everything to be more consistent but I want to wait for the results of the votes about the font :)

-dede💫

hey! i was wondering if you could write a paul aron x reader fic with prompt 43 (“as much as i appreciate this random back hug, would you mind telling me who you are?”), where paul hasnt seen the reader (his former not so former crush) in a year or so, use to be good friends in the prema days. and at some point he finally tells her how he feels??🩵📆

I'm so sorry it took this long but your request was among the ones that had deleted themselves, so I had to so some weird trick to retrieve it... however, I hope you'll like it as much as I do! x

paul aron x reader, friends to lovers

"Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me."

summary : Stranded in London after a flight cancellation, the last thing she expected was to run into him—Paul, the boy she hadn’t seen in years but never quite forgot. A freezing night, an ice rink, and a city wrapped in snow bring back everything they left unsaid. Maybe fate has a sense of humor after all.

London turned magical when winter arrived, brazen and unapologetic, wrapping itself around the city. The streets lit up with festive displays, drawing the wide-eyed wonder of children enchanted by the season—or of those who never tired of its charm. Crowds swarmed airports, and navigating the bustling sidewalks became a challenge, with cameras and impassive Londoners clutching their coffees as obstacles.

But not everyone was there by choice. For some, like her, it was just a layover gone wrong. A flight cancellation, caused by a faulty landing gear, had left her stranded and forced to reach out to an old friend for a favor.

As if fate were in on the joke, an air hostess in her polished uniform, with long legs and neatly tied hair, had informed her with the sweetest smile that she wouldn’t make it home before Christmas Eve. Glancing down at the woman’s name tag, she’d noticed the irony: Noel.

It was almost laughable.

Surrounded by businessmen clutching their sleek black cases and children glued to the terminal windows, mimicking the roar of jet engines, she stood out like a black sheep in her oversized hoodie and headphones. The headphones, at least, spared her from the din of festive well-wishes and the fiery Spanish woman loudly arguing with her sister over the phone.

“Haven’t got on the flight. Is my bed still free?” she quickly texted a friend she hadn’t seen in years, hoping to avoid the expense of a hotel room during one of the busiest times in London.

“Depends,” her friend replied, “are you cooking me dinner?”

She smiled.

Over a simple pasta dish and some catching up, the two had changed into warmer clothes and taken the Tube to a small, lesser-known spot her local friend insisted was perfect for a unique night out.

“I can’t ice skate,” she protested, eyeing the long line of eager skaters queuing up for the rink. She leaned against the wooden railing, skeptical.

Her friend adjusted the scarf around her neck with a grin, nudging her glasses into place. “Shut up for once. I’ll teach you.”

And yet, somehow, she wasn’t surprised when, minutes later, her friend left her on the ice to greet some acquaintances nearby. That left her clinging to the wooden edge of the rink, muttering curses under her breath as a speedy skater whizzed past, nearly sending her sprawling.

“Damn it,” she muttered, steadying herself.

It was cold, but that was expected for late December. The light dusting of snowflakes gently kissing the faces of joyful skaters made her feel a little less homesick.

“I’m back!” her friend announced, suddenly reappearing, her red hair falling into her green eyes. She grabbed her hands and led her across the rink, coaching her through the basics: small steps first, then gentle pushes to build momentum.

“Never again, never again,” she laughed, wobbling with every motion. “I should’ve been sleeping on a flight!”

Paul had been dragged to the rink by Iris and Patrick after a fancy dinner downtown. While they experimented with tricks on the ice, he skated back and forth, chatting with Oscar, Patrick’s brother. Relaxed and graceful on the ice, he carried himself with the same effortless elegance he brought to everything he did.

Mid-conversation, he heard a voice—a familiar accent that tugged at his memory. Turning instinctively, he leaned his hands on Oscar’s shoulders for balance and looked toward the sound.

And he saw her.

There, in the middle of the rink, she stood stiff but amused, clinging to another girl as though her life depended on it.

She was different from how he remembered her, but that was only natural. It had been over a year since he’d seen her anywhere other than the rare travel photo she posted online. Her hair was slightly longer, tied at the nape of her neck to keep it out of the way, and her oversized scarf nearly swallowed her face. Yet when she laughed, tilting her head back, the shape of her smile was unmistakable.

And her hands—still bare. She’d always hated wearing gloves.

“What are you looking at?” Oscar asked, folding his arms as he followed Paul’s gaze. The rink wasn’t overly crowded, just a few couples and clusters of friends enjoying the evening.

“I thought I saw someone I knew,” Paul replied, running a hand through his blond curls and pushing off to resume his circuit, feigning disinterest. But the sight of her had set his heart racing, stirring up memories he’d thought he’d buried.

They’d met back in his Formula Regional days when he was still in red. She had been a student, chasing the thrill of motorsport whenever her schedule allowed. Their first conversation had been awkward, her shyly trying to make small talk while he handed out signed cards, unaware of how many more conversations they’d share in the future.

He’d loved seeing her happy—laughing in the pit lane with her paddock pass, which he’d secured for her despite her protests. They would walk the garage-lined paths together during breaks, stealing moments to marvel at the cars.

But when he moved on from the junior series, their friendship dimmed, fading into the background of his increasingly demanding schedule. The calls stopped, then the texts. Life moved forward.

Still, her absence lingered in quiet moments—on a stool in the garage, or on a flight to another race, when he’d wonder how she might have reacted to his latest adventures.

It all came rushing back when, propelled by an overly enthusiastic push, he lost his balance. Grabbing onto the nearest person for support, he found himself wrapping his arms around someone in a jacket far too big for her petite frame.

“Uh, as much as I appreciate this random back hug,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “would you mind telling me who you are?”

He quickly let go, straightening up. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, the words caught in his throat as his breath clouded in the frosty air.

“Hi,” he managed, offering a tentative smile as she turned to face him, her hands clasped tightly for warmth.

“Paul?” She squinted, confused, her nose pink from the cold.

“It’s nice to see you,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to her familiar scarf and those ungloved hands.

“It’s been a while,” she replied, burying herself deeper into the scarf. He moved to stand beside her, leaning on the wooden barrier to avoid meeting her eyes. He knew she hated being stared at, especially by people she hadn’t seen in ages.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, peeking out from her cocoon.

“Skating—or trying to. You know me, can’t resist a little speed, even on ice. What about you? Shouldn’t you be halfway across the world or something?”

She laughed faintly. “About that... My flight got canceled, so here I am. Killing time.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, she added with a teasing smile, “Still racing around tracks and making everyone else look lazy?”

Paul chuckled, glancing at the softly falling snow. “And you? Still amazing everyone with whatever you’re up to these days?”

They fell into an easy rhythm, the awkwardness melting away as they caught up—half-joking, half-serious, the years falling away with every shared laugh.

After a while, she adjusted her scarf and pulled her hair loose before tying it back again. “So, we’re doing this, huh?”

“Doing what?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Small talk. Like we haven’t known each other forever. Like I don’t already know you’re secretly terrible at ice skating.”

Her bluntness made him laugh, the sound warm and familiar.

Some things, he realized, never changed.

"Hey, I’m not terrible! Just... aggressively mediocre." The driver nodded, offering both his hands to her, his smile making his already pink lips even more vibrant. "Why are we pretending we don’t know each other? Feels... unnatural."

She hesitated for a moment before placing her hands in his. "I guess... it’s been so long. I wasn’t sure where to start."

He began guiding her across the ice, keeping her hands secure in his, steadying her when she faltered and trying not to laugh when her precarious balance threatened to take them both down.

"We don’t have to do this, you know," she said with a slightly embarrassed smile, her gaze fixed on his water-colored eyes that had always been so captivating. "The whole... catching-up-like-strangers thing."

"Then let’s skip the ‘what have you been up to’ stuff and go straight to embarrassing ice-skating falls," he replied with a grin, raising his eyebrows mischievously. Letting go of one of her hands, he reduced her support, raising the stakes.

"Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me," she quipped, amused, gripping the remaining hand tightly as she tried to stay steady on the ice.

"Oh, you wish. I’ve always been better on my feet than you."

The two of them had always claimed to be just friends, spending time together as friends would—wandering through Italy, sharing weeks of vacation together. But anyone at Prema could see there was something more. They didn’t quite function the same without each other, and it was no secret that Paul seemed to shine a little brighter when she was around.

Yet they denied it. Always. To Angelina, who was practically a second mother to them, to the mechanics who shared their days, to the other drivers and the rest of the team who often said it was only a matter of time before they acknowledged the feelings they so clearly had for one another.

Finding themselves here, in a cold and free London, skating on ice by sheer coincidence, seemed like a blessing from fate.

"Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been running so fast I’ve missed what’s right in front of me," Paul had said one day, seated in one of the chairs under Prema’s gazebo during the Formula 4 and Formula Regional weekend at Monza. It was a rare period when Paul wasn’t racing himself, simply enjoying the races as a fan despite his close ties to the team.

"What do you mean?" she asked, flipping through the papers she’d collected from other drivers, watching the lineup at the pitlane entrance just below their vantage point.

"It’s just... being here makes me think about the past. About what I’ve been chasing all these years. And... about the things I’ve let slip away," he said, his tone serious.

She looked at him, her grip tightening on the papers, memories flooding back to the moment they’d first met and how he’d turned one of her impossible dreams into reality.

"Like what?" she asked softly.

"Like us. Like you."

She smiled.

With her Christmas gift.

The gift—blond, funny, and unforgettably Paul—that fate had wrapped up and given her. And in that moment, her heart was so light that all her anxieties and fears vanished, leaving only her dreams behind.

I liked writing this a lot, but i don't love the way you can see I'm trying to change my way of describing and the clarity of syntax and construction...🍀

[sterredem]

All because I liked a boy

Mick Schumacher x Singer!reader

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Word count: really short

Summary: when Y/n and mick get a lot of hate. Based on the love triangle from Olivia Rodrigo, Joshua Basset and Sabrina Carpenter

Warning: Hate

A/N really short, it is more of a blurb. I loved the idea but I don’t have a lot of time. Again what I said in the last few fics, u am working on something bigger. So if you want to see more singer!reader let me know!

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Yourusername Suprise! My new EP ‘All because I liked a boy’ is out now! This is the story of the last few years of my life, my past relationships and my current relationship. I hope you enjoy it!❤️🫶

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[charlesslut16]

-can we be the old us?-

summary : you and arthur meet again after your breakup in a club, and that on his birthday...

pairing : arthur leclerc x fem!reader

warnings : none

note : HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!! Please request more i have literally no idea what to post...

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You step into the pulsating warmth of the club, the beat of music enveloping you like an embrace. Today you went with your friends to have a great evening, as today's day wasn't your favorite. Anymore.

Arthur Leclerc’s birthday. The walls, draped in shimmering lights and echoes of laughter, vibrate with a mix of nostalgia and excitement. You try to shake off the memories, but there’s a familiar thrill in the air that makes it hard to ignore.

After all, it wasn’t such a long time ago that Arthur was the center of your universe, your safe space and despite the distance, part of you still yearns for what once was.

As you weave through the crowd, your eyes scan the room for your friends, and suddenly, they lock onto Arthur. He stands there, surrounded by friends and family, his easy smile illuminating the corner of the dimly lit bar.

Time seems to freeze as your heart does an involuntary leap. Part of you wants to look away, to forget the times you shared, but another part—an even stronger part—urges you to hold on.

The years melt away for just a moment, and you can almost see the laughter, the joy in his eyes, and perhaps even the love that once flowed between you two.

Shaking the feeling away, you break the contact you had for the moment. With the goosebumps you have, you walk to your friends, as you saw them, and went straight for the drinks.

You are perplexed, to say the least. You know that the Leclerc's always went to a restaurant, so you didn't expect him here. Today. In this club. The day you are here.

Later in the evening, the drinks have loosened inhibitions, and laughter rings out like music. There’s a collective buzz around you as Arthur makes his way through the throng, his friends draped on either side, but his gaze is inevitably drawn back to you.

Moments later, he approaches with a slight swagger, and suddenly the noise of the club fades into the background. "Hey," he says, his voice soft yet electric. “Been a while, huh?” The warmth in his tone rekindles a spark inside you, igniting old feelings that you thought were buried.

Wow. You had expected everything, but not that Arthur would walk up to you on his birthday and talk to you. The two of you had seen each other on many occasions, but never talked or even looked at each other.

"Yeah... Happy Birthday tho I hope you have a great day"

"Thanks. Hope it isn't too weird to see me."

"No, of course not." you said, the conversation starting awkward and not changing. What if this is what it will be like forever. Always being awkward and not being comfortable ever again. You exchange pleasantries, but soon the conversation turns deeper, fueled by nostalgia. Y

ou reminisce about those carefree days—dancing under the stars, quiet talks that stretched into the early hours, and laughter that felt eternal.

“Do you think we could ever go back to that?” he asks, vulnerability woven into his question. His eyes search yours, desperate for a hint of the old connection that once came so easily.

You feel a pang of longing, and for the first time in ages, you let the walls you built around your heart start to crumble. “I don’t know, maybe,” you whisper, your throat tightening with emotion.

With the music thumping around you, the noise of the club fades as you both step aside for a moment of privacy. The world outside is forgotten; it’s just the two of you.

Stories pour out as laughter spills, and with each word, the familiar rhythm of your connection starts to dance back into existence. You both lean in closer, sharing intimate thoughts, insecurities, and dreams—the spark igniting each moment.

Each revelation feels like a key turning in a locked door, unlocking the passion, trust, and love you used to share. But also unlocking all the pain, tears and moments you doubted everything.

As the night wears on and the drunken revelry continues behind you, you realize that this moment is something worth holding onto. Something that can be fixed.

[youreverydayfangirl]

formula 1

charles leclerc

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singer smau series

so highschool

but daddy i love him

afterglow

daylight

max vertsappen

cinamon girl

he had it coming series

bad blood

i don't wanna live forever

look what you made me do

ready for it

delicate

carlos sainz

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lewis hamilton

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lando norris

death by a thousand cuts pt 2 you are in love

oscar piastri

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pierre gasly

the man

george russell

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logan sargeant

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oliver bearman

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arthur leclerc

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driver x reader series

CEO! reader

[lechrts]

ᡣ𐭩 . ° . VERA’S MASTERLIST! 🦢 ༉‧₊˚.

♡ fluff. ☆ angst. ❃ headcanons.

✿ friends to lovers. ➴ rivals. ꩜ forced proximity.

౨ৎ meet cute. ☥ enemies to lovers. ☾ alt. universe.

ᗢ fake dating. ☁︎ second chance. ꕤ established rel.

Formula One!

Lando Norris.

For The Record ♡ ✿

Dinner’s Ready ♡ ✿

Change ♡ ✿

Coming Home ☆♡☁︎

Sweet Tea ☆♡

Stay Unspoken ☆

Stay With Me ♡౨ৎ ꩜

Ollie Bearman.

Truly, Madly, Deeply ♡ ✿

Stuck With You ♡☾

Charles Leclerc.

Coffee ౨ৎ ♡ ✿

Oscar Piastri.

Ever Seen ♡ ✿

Ugotme ♡☾ ౨ৎ

Archetype ♡ ✿

The Two of Us ♡ ✿

Franco Colapinto.

Worldwide ☆

Max Verstappen.

nothing here yet!

Alex Albon.

nothing here yet!

Sebastian Vettel.

nothing here yet!

Formula Two!

Paul Aron.

What Are We ♡ ✿

Beaches ♡ ✿

Jak Crawford.

nothing here yet!

Pepe Martí.

nothing here yet!

Dino Beganovic.

nothing here yet!

Formula Three!

nothing here yet!

[afterglowsainz]

MASTERLIST

MASTERLISTS

formula 1 masterlist

motorsports masterlist

football masterlist

SPECIALS

spotify wrapped special

eternal sunshine series

[lecsainz]

FORMULA TWO & THREE MASTERLIST

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fluff ಇ | smut ✧ | angst ✶ | sad ʚ | sugestive 𑁤

LEC 12 ✶ ARTHUR LECLERC

˒ ⌕ one shot

monegasque charm: where are you going to the monaco grand prix with some friends and end up bumping into arthur. ಇ

˒ ⌕ smau

it's you and me: the one where you are arthur's girlfriend and want to go to a harry styles concert. ಇ

BEA 08 ✶ OLLIE BEARMAN

˒ ⌕ one shot

paddock encounters: the wolff family accompanies toto to a race, and their daughter and ollie end up bumping into each other in the paddock. ಇ

I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you: the one where ollie does everything to invite you to prom in person and be able to go to prom with you. ಇ

out of my control: the one where you and ollie are best friends and ollie finally creates the courage to declare yourself. ಇ

ARO 01 ✶ PAUL ARON

˒ ⌕ one shot

bad race: where paul is not so happy with a race result and you - his girlfriend- decided cheers him up. ಇ

HAU 01 ✶ DENNIS HAUGER

˒ ⌕ one shot

u are safe with me: that one where you have an anxiety attack and your boyfriend - dennis - helps you.

[n0vazsq]

pepe marti masterlist !

oneshot ── ★

smau ── ⯌

. . . josep maria marti #3 full masterlist

. . . no.1 party anthem ★

. . . more than enough ★

. . . secret's safe with me ★

. . . first move ★

. . . long enough ★

. . . everyone but you ★

. . . end ★

. . . alley rose ★

. . . christmas dinner ★

. . . bf!headcanons (graphic designer reader) ★

[landitolover]

that’s the way i loved you

ೀ landitolover’s f1 masterlist

MAX VERSTAPPEN, 1

‎♡‧₊˚ getaway car, in which, if charles didn’t care for you, maybe a specific red bull driver he doesn’t really like, will ! ( part two of sdg )

LOGAN SARGEANT, 2

‎♡‧₊˚ feather, in which logan shoots his shot with a popstar that just got out of a longterm relationship !

LANDO NORRIS, 4

‎♡‧₊˚ not a lot, just forever, in which lando and his fiancée joke about having kids (cats), but then randomly just drop an actual pregnancy announcement !

‎♡‧₊˚ head over heels, in which he’s head over heels for the girl who always interviews him !

PIERRE GASLY, 10

‎♡‧₊˚ girls on film, in which he’s dating everyone’s favorite singer !

CHARLES LECLERC, 16

‎♡‧₊˚ say don’t go, in which he isn’t the best person to be in a relationship with.. ! (requested)

‎♡‧₊˚ ferrari’s girl, in which pedri loves to get on charles' nerves by flirting with his girlfriend.. ! (requested)

OSCAR PIASTRI, 81

‎♡‧₊˚ mini series, dulce hotline. part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight !

ೀ landitolover’s other motorsports

OLIVER BEARMAN, 8

‎♡‧₊˚ new romantics, in which everyone thinks that she’s dating her skating partner, but her actual boyfriend starts to feel a bit insecure !

LIAM LAWSON, 15

‎♡‧₊˚ this love, in which everyone adores liam and his girlfriends relationship !

MICK SCHUMACHER, 47

‎♡‧₊˚ barbie and ken, in which mick and his girlfriend are irl barbie and ken !

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