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[swampsongmp3]

i'm song | 23 years old | she/they | filipino | formerly sydbarrettism

i post/reblog a lot of bands/artists here but the ones i blog about the most are: pink floyd, the beatles, the monkees, oasis, and blur

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[bear-yawns]

EKSDKF THE WAY I NEEDDDDDD MAX TO DO SIMPLE MUNDANE TASKS FOR ME WITHOUT ASKING LIKEEEEE. thats the dream bro. sigh hes always no nonsense and sensible like its so attractive omskjfksd

YUKI COULD CLING TO ME LIKE A KOALA ALL DAY EVERY DAY AND I WOULD THANK HIM FR LIKE I COULD NEVER BE ANNOYED W HIM EKDJFKD. hes so cute :( boob lover yuki we STANNNNNNNNNN

i love loser lando so much LIKE THAT MAN IS A SIMP HE CANNOT DENY IT. LOSER. SIMP. LOVERBOY. hed literally go to hell and back for you im so sure

osc is so chill and lovely like he would actually be the perfect boyfriend. i dont even know if its possible to argue w him like ???? hes just so sensible

even tho charles is not my favourite im such a firm believer that hes like the most romantic LIKE EVEN JUST HIS LIFE IN MONACO ITS SO ROMCOM CODED. and bro plays piano like wtf… hes the dream like ekdjfk

lewis u could be my sugar daddy I MEAN WHAT sdkfjsdk 

OHHHH DANNY I MISS DANNY SO BAD sKDJSKD im rly not a physical touch girly (i think im just touch starved) BUT FOR DANNY ANYTHING BRO LIKE KSDJFKS #NEEDTHAT 

georgie is so husband coded i swear :( hes just !!!! fit for the role !!!

OH I LOVE HANDHOLDING W KIMI i think i wrote that for my affection w the grid for kimi (can barely remember) BUT ITS SO KIMI CODED LIKE hes just got to have ur hand in his absolutely 

TEEHEKSJFKSDFJSKDF ALEX KSDJFHEUO&Y*GR#EIF@UH#*Y($RI OH MY GOD (i think i need help) sighhhhhhhhh hes the most perfect actually like more than oscar HE would be impossible to fight w hes just <3333

the way i would blush giggle kick my feet melt into the fucking floor if carlos said ANYTHING to me like anything at all. esp if he was whispering it or said it softly in his deep voice LORDDDDDDDDD okay i need to admit myself to an asylum immediately cough 

KSDJFHKSDJFKS MY MAN MY MANM MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO my boyfriend. i dont need to even say anything cause this is real i know cause he does this w me (pls dont call the delulu police on me)

oh isack :(((((( CUTIE. (wont comment on how feral u are for isack) ugh i can so see him being so so against any pda in public like thats so isack coded he would just NOPE out fr (and its endearing to me)

JACK U GET SO LITTLE LOVE BUT I LOVE YOU. homebody jack <3333 sigh hes so summer romance coded (pls dont write angst w him tho ill kill u) but frfr surfer boy i love him (give him his hair back)

✿ LOVE LANGUAGE — F1 GRID

synopsis. how the grid shows their love pairing. f1 grid x reader (ft. mv1, yt22, ln4, op81, gr63, ka12, cl16, lh44, dr3, aa23, cs55, ob87, ih6, jd7) genre. pure fluff warnings. just some fluffy headcanons, established relationships ig wc. 2.8k (around 200 each)

a/n. TEEHEE MY FIRST F1 HEADCANONS I HOPE YALL LIKE (special thanks to @bear-yawns for giving me this idea & to @revelauver for the oscar and kimi ideas)

MAX VERSTAPPEN

✿ acts of service

for max, it's the simple things. helping you bring in your groceries, opening a jar of jam for you, opening the car door for you, whatever. it all just comes naturally to him- he doesn't even really register what he's doing. but it's like he knows what you need without you ever having to say it. one day you came home from work, and the little light in your car indicating that you needed an oil change lit up. you opted to ignore it for now, deciding you'd get it done at a later date, and went on with the rest of your day. a couple hours later, you heard the door close, and max walked into the living room where you were watching tv. you asked where he was, and he replied "i was just out changing the oil in your car." as if it were no big deal. you hadn't even told him you needed an oil change, but without you even needing to ask, without any incentive, he just went out and did it himself. just because it was something you needed done.

YUKI TSUNODA

✿ physical touch

despite being an avid PDA hater- and if you asked, he'd fully deny it- but really, if he could, yuki would make it so he could be attached to you 24/7. there's nothing he loves more than having his arms wrapped around you. you'd never guess it by looking at the way the two of you interact in public; doing no more than standing close together. but in private, yuki practically lives with his arms around your waist or with his hand in yours. you're standing at the stove making dinner? he's standing behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, his arms around your waist. you're laying in bed in the middle of a saturday afternoon doomscrolling on your phone? he's laying right down with you, your chest acting as a pillow for his head as he watches a youtube video. if any of his friends saw the way you two interacted in private, their jaws would be on the floor- and yuki would never hear the end of it. so he's happy to keep the affection behind closed doors.

LANDO NORRIS

✿ acts of service

not only is this man a clingy mf, he will not let you do ANYTHING. he'll cut your steak for you, pull out chairs for you, fold your laundry for you, he will quite literally jump out of the drivers seat and run around the car to open the passenger door for you. you swear that he'd brush your teeth for you if you'd let him. mans absolutely worships the ground you walk on. and while it may be mildly annoying sometimes, your favorite moments are the softer slower moments at the end of the day. he'll wash your hair for you in the shower, line up your skincare products on the counter and put them away when you're done with them. he'll massage your shoulders as you apply lotion on your arms and legs, and he'll double-check with you to make sure the temperature in the room is comfortable for you before he settles into bed alongside you- adjusting the thermostat accordingly. while his will to make sure you never lift a finger irritates you on occasion, you just consider yourself lucky to have found someone that loves and cares for you the way lando does.

OSCAR PIASTRI

✿ quality time

mr. piastri for sure goes along with acts of service, as well. bc this man is LOYAL. almost to a fault, tbh. this man is convinced that you're his good luck charm. he'll ask you to come to every single race, even if he knows you can't- he just likes to ask anyway. and when you can't come, before every race, he'll stare longingly at that little polaroid photo of you he keeps in his wallet. but oscar knows that the key to a healthy relationship is mutual respect. so trust he will be flying out to see you whenever he gets the chance. he's a firm believer that your life, schooling, and career is just as important as his. this man is calculated with it, too. he's always keeping track of the time difference between you two so that he only calls and texts when he knows you're available- even if it means sacrificing his sleep schedule a bit. but when you're together, things are easy. he doesn't need to take you out to fancy restaurants in italy, or buy you designer handbags for you to know that he absolutely adores you. all you have to do is look his way when you're watching tv on the couch together, and catch him staring at you with that stupid love-struck look on his face for you to know that you're everything to him.

CHARLES LECLERC

✿ physical touch

with charles, his way of showing affection is subtle, fleeting, most people wouldn't even notice the way his hand ghosts across your lower back as he passes by you, or the way he keeps his knee touching yours when you sit next to each other. for charles, physical affection doesn't have to mean being as close together as possible, for him, it means your feet resting on his lap as you two watch tv in the living room together, it means him brushing your hair behind your ear at random times, it means pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as his pre-race ritual. with charles, physical touch is soft, it's romantic, and most importantly; it's meaningful. every little touch means something- even if he's not quite sure what.

LEWIS HAMILTON

✿ gift giving

now, i know you might think that means him buying you luxury items, designer clothes, and fancy dinners- and all that does in fact going along with dating the lewis hamilton, but you already know he's more thoughtful than that. his gifts come from the heart- everything is personalized exactly to your taste. when you first moved in together, you asked him to buy some new plates, and he remembered from your first date years ago when you mentioned briefly that you loved the plates from the restaurant he took you to. so of course, he tracked down where the restaurant got their plates from so you could have them in your home. valentine's day with this man is absolutely unparalleled- little handmade gifts and notes throughout the day, leading up to a quiet homemade dinner and the final gift of a one-of-a-kind necklace that he had custom ordered just for you. every gift from lewis is special, because he knows you and what you love.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

✿ physical touch

good luck trying to keep this man off of you. like, seriously. hands all over all the time. absolutely unashamed about it, too. whether in the privacy of your own home, or in the paddock where everyone can see, this man will be copping a feel in one way or another. honestly, it's more of a comfort/security thing than anything else. he feels most at ease when he's got a hand on you- not only is it a comfort for him to feel your warm skin in his hands, but it means he knows you're right there, and you're safe. but of course, if he ever gets even the tiniest sense that you're uncomfortable with him touching you, he'll stop immediately. no questions asked. one time you expressed your appreciation for him understanding and respecting your boundaries and he was just like, "???that's literally the bare minimum tho???" daniel is at his happiest knowing that you're safe and comfortable. and the only way he sees he can assure that is to have you in his arms as often as he physically can.

GEORGE RUSSELL

✿ acts of service

i fear this man will not rest until he knows that you're completely taken care of. if george comes home at the end of the day to find you asleep with dirty dishes still in the sink, trust you will be waking up to a spotless kitchen and a fresh pot of coffee. george not only supports you in your career, but he fully encourages you to go out and live your own life. if you're up late studying for a big exam, he will be bringing you drinks, and snacks, and will ask if you need his help with flashcards or anything. the best part about george's affection is that he's not overbearing with it. he seems to know exactly where your boundaries lie without you even having to tell him.

KIMI ANTONELLI

✿ physical touch

oh, kimi. sweet sweet kimi. while he may seem like just a silly little guy, at his heart, he's an absolute loverboy. in private, there's nothing he loves more than to be laying on the couch with you watching tv- and trust he's big spoon. he basically lives to have his arms around you. and in public, he gets anxious if he's not holding onto you in some way. although some bit of him gets a little bit nervous to be engaging in pda, instead of fully holding onto you as he'd like to, he settles for holding your hand tight. (shoutout liz for giving me this idea) if there's a language barrier between you, he definitely comes up with a secret hand holding language- almost like morse code. every squeeze of your hand meaning a different thing. and whenever you're not around? trust he's calling you like, every ten minutes. i swear, anytime he hears something he thinks you'd find funny, or sees something that reminds him of you, he's calling you. no matter the time. that being said, his love language definitely creeps into words of affirmation. even if you don't speak italian, he'll call you some cute italian petname, or tell you some sweet phrases that you can't understand. but that doesn't matter- he knows what he's saying, and trust- it's either the dumbest shit you've ever heard, or the most romantic thing ever uttered by a human being. no in between.

ALEX ALBON

✿ acts of service

similar to lando- but a bit more laid back. he doesn't have the same clingy energy as mr. norris- but he's still just as obsessed with you. he'd do quite literally anything and everything you ask of him; wash the dishes? already done. take your car out to fill up the tank? you don't even have to ask. take you out for dinner at some fancy expensive restaurant? pls, he's already had reservations for months. although he loves doing things for you, he still respects your independence. he'll always cheer you on, praising you for any and every personal achievement you made without his help. alex would do literally anything you ask of him, but he believes that all relationships involve give-and-take. so rather than doing everything for you, he loves to do everything with you.

CARLOS SAINZ

✿ words of affirmation

there will never be any room for doubt in your relationship with carlos, because he will always tell you how much he adores you. his communication is absolutely off the charts, istg. all "pleases" and "thank you's", he'll always let you know how appreciates you are- even with the littlest things. even something as small as you taking the trash out at the end of the day, as soon as you come back inside, you're met with a sweet kiss to the cheek and a murmured "thank you." the way carlos loves so loudly and unconditionally was a little bit jarring to you at first- but you quickly got used to it. not only is he appreciative, but he's observational. any time you change something about your appearance, even just slightly, he notices, and trust, he will be giving you a very specific compliment about it. carlos makes you feel seen, heard, loved, and appreciated more than anyone else. you wake up every morning and go to sleep every night to the sound of carlos telling you he loves you, and whispering some sweet spanish phrase to you- even if you can't understand it. and you wouldn't give that up for the world.

OLLIE BEARMAN

✿ acts of service

ollie is simple with it. almost mindless. maybe it's the older brother in him, but the way he goes out of his way to make your life as easy as possible is almost mindless to him. whether it be holding out his arm for you to grab onto while walking in heels, holding open doors for you, or paying every time you go out, he just does it without thinking. it's just so obvious to him. like, he's your boyfriend, of course he's going to pay for you? he's your boyfriend, of course he's going to fly you out because you mentioned missing him? he's your boyfriend, of course he's going to get reservations at that restaurant you briefly mentioned in passing one time? his love for you is so entirely pure and unconditional, you could never be a burden to him. and if you ever mention feeling as such, or feeling inadequate, he's just more confused than anything. the way he sees it is that he's wholly yours, and it's his responsibility to do anything and everything to keep you happy, safe, and comfortable. even if all you need is one of those tight bear hugs of his, he's more than happy to give you one. because truly, if you're happy, he's happy.

ISACK HADJAR

✿ physical touch

i mean, have you seen him? by him, i mean his arms? those arms were made to be wrapped around the person he loves. okay but on a real note, isack just gives me the vibes of like, sweet clingy introvert who needs to be holding onto your hand at all times. but, he absolutely cannot do pda. like, he just can't. so in public, he keeps such a respectable distance between you two, it's almost odd to the outside viewer. but in private, he's practically glued to you. he's like a cat in the way that whenever you're doing literally anything, even just like, washing the dishes, he will come up to you, snake his way between you and the counter, and wrap his arms around you tightly, pulling your chest into his and burying his face in your neck. despite adamantly denying being a little spoon, every night, despite starting out behind you, his arms around your waist, fingers drawing light circles into you skin, you somehow end up almost facing each other, his face digging into your shoulder, and your hands in his hair, playing with the short curls. if you ever asked him, he would flush and tell you that never happened, but it did. every single night. and he loved it.

JACK DOOHAN

✿ quality time

god, jack is so boyfriend. if anything, jack much prefers staying in than going out. while he's happy to go wherever you lead; the beach, a nice restaurant, the grocery store, some random lookout point you'd found while driving around aimlessly, he's just happy as long as he's with you. but truly, he's at his happiest when the two of you are laying on his bed, the tv on the wall playing some corny show that you loved to make fun of together. you don't even need to be touching (although he's a d1 big spoon), he just gets so much energy from being in your presence. genuinely, if any of the men on here are a "golden retriever boyfriend" type, it's jack. you could go to hell and back, and he'd follow you the whole way through. as long as he's with you, he could face anything and everything with a smile on his face.

[81pastrys]

Hiya 🏎️ here! I wanted to request a smut fic (when u have the time no pressure ik you've been bombarded by requests take ur time pls 😭🫶) where eye contact is readers biggest weakness and Lando knows it so when he puts her in missionary (or in front of a mirror if ur feeling extra spicy) she's dreading it cuz she knows he's gonna make her look at him and he loves it obviously cuz he loves looking into her eyes but to her it's such an intimidating and intimate thing that's hard to do (speaking from personal experience 😭 eye contact is so scary)

Please take ur time with requests and don't bother replying to anyone if they're rude about why it's taking long. Stay hydrated and healthy have a lovely day 🫶

Eyes On Me

Summary— Lando discovers his girlfriend is weak when it comes to eye contact so he uses it in the bedroom

Warnings— Eye Contact weakness ; teasing A LOT ; fingering ; mirror fingering ; slight degradation ; praising fs; aftercare

A/N— you make me feral with these requests 🏎️ anon, I love you 😭😭 also I’m doing amazing! I have like 11 requests rn so I am trying to write them the best I can in a short amount of time, but these one shot recs I just can’t not make them long and slutty

Lando One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

When Lando found out that simply making eye contact made his girlfriend weak in the knees, he would always do it. During breaks in racing, eyes on her until she noticed and blushed. On the podium, he’d look for her and wink as they made eye contact, seeing her flush and look away.

She hated that he knew now, he’d catch her staring and stare back in her eyes directly. She did think it was cute how when he did notice he would chuckle and hug her or kiss her while she was flushed.

Lando was curious, and when curiosity takes over, nothing can stop him from testing it. If eye contact made her blush and shy away, how would she react to it aroused in bed with him? Well, sitting on a plush round ottoman in front of the obnoxiously large mirror they had in their room.

It was quite a normal thing in the bedroom for them to go at it hours at a time, especially if he had been away. He tested a light bit of his curiosity the last time, making her look at him and her nearly orgasming at the eye contact.

This time he was going to make her cum from his eyes contact, he was determined. They had gotten the usual casualties done, stripping a bit of foreplay. When she thought he was going to put her on the bed, he kicked the ottoman dead center of the mirror. Her breath hitched. He sat down and he pat his lap.

“Sit.” He demanded, and she did. She always trusted him and it made her excited to try something new. He ran his hands over her body and rested his head on her shoulder. He admired how she looked in the mirror, on display for him.

Her head fell back on his shoulder as he twisted a nipple in between his fingers. She moaned as his hands did their exploring. She moaned at every touch, gentle or rough. His hands gripped her thighs and placed them opposite of his, spreading them open. Now both of them were equally on display.

“I have one rule, and one rule only.” He whispered, littering kisses over her upper body. She hummed and he smiled. “Eyes on me, the entire time.” She whined. He tapped her chin and she lifted her head to look in the mirror. He met her gaze through the glass.

She shivered at the feeling. He smiled devilishly. He kept his head rested on her shoulder and guided a hand down to gather her arousal. Her body twitched and her eyes instinctively closed and strangled moan came from her lips.

“Open your eyes or I’ll stop.” He warned. She opened her eyes and he felt her clench on air when they made eye contact again. He chuckled and slowly inserted one finger, teasing her now. “So wet for me, just from making eye contact?” He tutted and shook his head.

He added another finger and slowly pulled them in and out, the wet sound making her shiver in anticipation. Her body slightly leaned forward and he pulled her back with his free arm, resting his hand on her tummy as he made sure she was still looking.

“Look at how big my hand is compared to you baby, just to think my other one is splitting you open.” He teased. Her breath hitched watching his fingers move teasingly slow. His fingers curled ever so slightly at her walls tensing from his reflection.

They made eye contact again and she moaned loudly, catching him by surprise as her walls restricted any movement. “Lan, please-“ she choked out. Her breath hitching as he forced his fingers through the tightness.

“Ah, ah, look at me doll, or I’ll leave you like this.” He said, when her eyes shut forcefully at the pleasure he was causing. “Last warning, if you close them again it all stops.” She managed to keep her eyes open and on him. He sped up his movements, precise and deliberate to tease her towards an orgasm.

She moaned at the new set pace and he looked to her open eyes, pleas spilling from her mouth as she neared an orgasm. He watched his fingers as they worked her open and then looked back at her eyes. That was enough for her to shatter.

Her mouth dropping open as strangled moans and gasps are torn from her. “All from eye contact?” He said with a fakely disappointed face. “Such a dirty little girl you are, cumming on my fingers over something so simple.” He cooed as he kissed her neck and made sure her eyes didn’t close as she writhed in pleasure while he continued his torment.

“Fuck.” She groaned at him, breaking his ‘eyes on me rule’ to collapse her head back on him as the pleasure overwhelmed her. His hands were removed and he rested both hands on her thighs, keeping them open. The one that pleasured her had extra warmth to it, her leg twitching at the sensation.

He watched in the mirror as her juices dripped onto the ottoman and her soaked cunt clenching from the aftershocks. “So pretty for me baby.” He whispered in her ear as she calmed down.

He deemed her wrecked for the night and cleaned up, the ottoman probably being thrown out soon from the stains. He laid her in their plush bedding and she was out like a light. He didn’t think he overworked her, but apparently it took a toll on her.

Yeah, no, so apparently I’m really horny or ovulating bc these are coming so naturally and detailed 😃

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @kallanfiona @itznotsophia

[2handsslan]

lando norris // ln4 fic recs

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one shots

we should be best friends too - @writting-stuff-sometimes

“y/n is pietra's best friend, she considers max to be a nice guy, but who she really can't stand is max's best friend, lando. at max's birthday party, pietra asks just one thing, an easy, fun night, but with y/n and lando in the same room, this is almost impossible”

seeing someone - @forzalando

“lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem”

twenty fine - @mywritersmind

“throwing your best friend a birthday party is easy. trying to figure out if he’s joking about kissing you is the hard part. two best friends and a moonlit roof”

2 hands - @no-144444

“your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver”

walk me like a runway - @mywritersmind

“lando doesn’t know anything about runways, especially a certain victorias secret runway that’s breaking the internet. when he gets the invite, it’s certainly a surprise, but with one old and one new friend by his side, he starts to see the appeal of this whole model thing. he likes it for one reason, and that reason is opening the whole show”

one in a million - @goldenroutledge

“lando’s comfort show is revealed to the world and you only love him more for it”

through through the years - @katsu28

“a few glimpses into lando's journey of being in love with his best friend's sister”

lockscreen - @merchelsea

“you're keeping lando and your brother, oscar, company while they sign some things for mclaren when you notice lando's lockscreen”

break my heart and i swear im moving on with your favorite athlete - @mywritersmind

“you weren’t joking when you wrote the lyric ‘break my heart and i swear i'm movin' on with your favorite athlete’. what a perfect opportunity when that same athlete falls right into the palm of your hands with your ex’s burning gaze directed straight at you”

in the spotlight - @dcintys

“lando norris protects his actor girlfriend from an aggressive paparazzi crowd at a red carpet even”

marks on your body - @mywritersmind

“in which it starts with strip poker and ends with questions about a specific hidden tattoo and some secret piercings. or, lando and oscar are both hot for you and let you know it”

best friend - @aleskie-hischier

“this is what it feels like to be in love with your best friend”

through their eyes - @revolutionsingingintherainnn

“lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes”

series

our deal - @sof1shticated

“lando norris x williams driver!reader, friends with benefits (idiots to lovers)”

alls fair in love and war - @mywritersmind

“its the vacation of your dreams! with your best friends, rich men, live music, and flowing drinks, nothing can ruin it. even if a certain formula 1 driver (who seems to have an affinity for annoying you) is there every step of the sandy way”

summers golden haze - @katsu28

“meeting a cute boy on vacation is unexpected. falling in love with that boy is something better than you could’ve dreamed of. the thing is, his life is worlds away from yours, and it complicates things. but you’ll deal with that when the time comes…right?”

a package deal - @motorsportbarbie13

“in which lando befriends a single mom without even realizing it”

lots of love, ellie - @dying-inside-but-its-classy

"how could I ever regret the two of you? you two are the best thing that ever happened to me"

not so happy holidays series - @mywritersmind

“spending christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. with my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, i was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! i was going to get that with max and his girlfriend until lando norris worked his way into the mix”

track walk - @acesofspadess

“you were invited to the miami gp for your track walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...”

smau

slip up - @wcters

“you and lando have been dating for awhile, and although there’s been some speculation, it’s never been confirmed until there’s a slip up from your boyfriend”

when you wish upon a star - @astonmartinii

“he's been begging max to set him up ... and look who has him in the grid secret santa”

three is company - @goldsainz

“carlando hard launch”

how do you spell bueutiful? - @pomegranatesarchive

“what are the odds of two dyslexic people dating?…pretty high apparently”

party time - @norrisainz33

“y/n throws a end of season party party and the grid find out ln and y/n have been keeping a little secret”

that’s so true - @chaostudee

“y/n y/ln and lando norris, their relationship as seen on the internet”

it’s nice to have a friend series - @luvstappen

“lando is one of your closest friends… until he sleeps with you and ghosts you”

in a galaxy far, far away series - @verstarppen

“there is little time between fast cars and spaceships but you make it work; lando norris never paid attention to the stupid sci-fi shows daniel used to watch, until he met you”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[rosie-posie1313]

Lando Norris Fic Recs 🧡🏎️

Social Media AUs

good riddance (social media au) by monzabee

short stack by ^

Insecurity. By dumbseee

Lovers in B&W  by silversainz

Student girl by ^

my boyfriend’s boyfriend !!! by love-belle

this is how you fall in love by ^

secret admin by holllandtrash

Cute by myoddessy

WHEN NO ONE SEES by landositos

they see me jollying  by lecfavs

orange’s the new green  by lecl4 (fem!alonso!reader)

think again by ^

disgustingly sweet  by ^

loving on a sunday by astonmartinii

team bonding  by ^ (engineer!reader)

dj got us falling in love by ^

My girls  by silverstonesainz-archive

happy man  by ^

Question Mark by waratah-vroom

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 by chrisevansonly

Behind cameras   by i9messi

hometown glory by szobosz

The one  by paddockletters

Rumor has it  by xhopelesslyromanticx (Leclerc!Reader)

passenger princess by starkwlkr

Oops? By kiwisa

SWEETHEART.JPG by f1version

Birthday boys by landograndprix

Babe by igotlovestruck

Oneshots

Inappropriate by xhopelesslyromanticx

Whipped by norrisleclercf1 (Assistant!Reader)

Memories of Old by ^

We Were Just Kids by ^

You Are My Sunshine by ^

Beside you by norrisleclercf1

unexpected cuddler by reqxxyt

more than an arrangement by ^

Braids by ^

6 to 1 by holllandtrash (Leclerc! Reader)

The surprise guest by boiohboii (Leclerc! Reader)

COWORKERS IN LOVE by spidersophie (engineer!reader)

hot gossip of the day  by janetwritesss

Clandestine by landologs

everybody’s friend by thatsdemko

HONEY, IM HOME! By vanishingcherry

Pasta and Phone Calls by fangirlika

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 by deltaromeo3

-jealous?- by charlesslut16

Egg Hunt by violetszone

Let’s make a baby  by jaslan4f1

Sweet Little Lies  by neymarsangel

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ”  by hotmencore

Streaming Fics

What’s a soft launch? By boiohboii (Leclerc! Reader)

The brothers’ reactions to the steamy stream by ^

Live on Air by idkwhatimdoinghere1655

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 & 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 by deltaromeo3

[bear-yawns]

holy shit this was amazing I smiled giggled cried while reading I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. the dynamic between them THE BANTER and danny and max too KDJSKS I loved their dialogue the most. the proposal was so perfect and all the letters JUST OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO PERFECT. like it’s criminal this only has 1 comment on it and it’s criminal that I don’t have more f1 fans to send this to to read CAUSE IT RLY DESERVES SO MUCH ATTENTION. even the training scenes like my heart lowkey breaking in my chest AND THE TAP OUT GOD DO NOT TEST ME THE TAP OUT WAS EVERYTHING I just love this it is so cute and perfect ☹️☹️☹️ soft sweet fluff for max that’s all he deserves. thank you so much for writing this i wish I could write more in this reblog abt how much i loved it but my brains pulling at a blank for words BUT IT WAS JUST SO PERFECT and i wanna read it for the first time again seriously i wish i could

FOREVER AND ALWAYS | MV1

an: military au go reeeee, my friend is currently talking to a marine so it makes this funnier, anyway this is a request and be prepared for how much im about to post, im posting all my wips so i can start a new

wc: 3.8k

THE LAST MORNING MAX spent in town was unseasonably warm for late September, but she still wore his old hoodie over her dress. It swallowed her, the cuffs rolled up clumsily so her fingers could peek through. Max liked seeing her in it; she made it look softer than it ever felt to him. They sat on the hood of his truck by the edge of the lake, the same spot they always went to when something big needed to be said.

“You’ll write, right?” she asked, her voice steadier than the fingers twisting the hem of his sleeve.

Max didn’t answer right away. He hated promises. He hated making them and breaking them even more. But he wasn’t going to break this one. “Every day,” he said, his voice a little rough. “I mean it, okay? You’ll be sick of me by Christmas.”

“I could never,” she said, and the words felt too small for how much she meant them.

The sun caught in her hair, and Max felt the ache of leaving settle deeper in his chest. He should’ve been relieved—one last night in this town, in that house—but all he could think about was how hard it was going to be to drive away from her in the morning.

“I’ll write back every time,” she promised, her eyes locked on his like she could hold him here through sheer willpower. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t.”

It was the closest thing to forever they’d ever said to each other, and Max wanted to believe it could be.

He didn’t sleep much that night. Max stayed parked outside her house long after walking her to the door, watching the glow of her bedroom light until it finally went dark. He told himself he’d leave when she was asleep, but his hands stayed glued to the steering wheel, his heart beating louder than the crickets outside.

Morning came too fast. He stood on her porch in his pressed uniform, his duffel slung over his shoulder. Her dad answered the door, grunted something about “too early for this,” and disappeared back into the house. Max heard her footsteps upstairs, quick and light, and then there she was, rushing down to meet him, already wearing a smile he didn’t deserve.

“You’re really doing it,” she said, her voice tight with something caught between pride and fear.

“I am.”

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing the crisp fabric of his sleeve. “You’re going to be okay, right?”

Max didn’t know how to answer that. He could handle the yelling, the rules, the miles of running. But leaving her? That felt like the first real battle.

“You’re the toughest guy I know,” she added softly, filling the silence.

“Tough’s not the same as okay,” he admitted, his voice low.

“Then I’ll be okay for both of us.”

The words hit him harder than he expected, wrapping around something fragile in his chest. He leaned down and kissed her, quick and desperate, like he could steal a little of her steadiness to take with him.

When they finally broke apart, she laughed softly, her forehead still resting against his. “You’re coming back, Max. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t,” he said.

He didn’t know if it was a promise or a prayer.

The bus station was quiet that early in the morning, just a couple of strangers milling around with their heads down and coffee in hand. Max stood off to the side with her, his duffel at his feet and his hands shoved deep into his pockets to keep from grabbing hers. She said she couldn’t come, but watching him walk back to the truck made her call in sick for work and follow him in. 

“You should go sit,” he said, nodding toward the bench near the car park.

She gave him a look, one eyebrow raised in challenge. “I’m not leaving this spot until you’re on that bus.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. Of course she wouldn’t. She was stubborn like that, always had been. He loved her for it, even if it made saying goodbye harder.

The bus pulled up, its brakes hissing as it rolled to a stop. Max felt the weight of the moment settle on his shoulders, heavier than the duffel. This was it.

He turned to her, unsure of what to say. Every word that came to mind felt too big or too small.

“Write me first,” she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, but her eyes burned with determination. “As soon as you get there. Don’t wait for me to start.”

“I will,” he said, nodding. “Every day, remember?”

She smiled at that, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding on so tightly it felt like she was trying to anchor him there.

He let himself hold her back, burying his face in her hair for just a moment. He wasn’t going to cry. He wouldn’t let himself.

“I’ll see you after training,” she whispered against his chest, her voice shaking just a little. “I’ll be there, Max.”

He pulled back, cupping her face in his hands. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

The driver called for boarding, and Max grabbed his bag. He didn’t look back as he stepped onto the bus. He couldn’t. If he did, he might not get on at all.

But as the bus pulled away, he glanced out the window. She was still standing there, exactly where he left her, her hand raised in a wave he couldn’t return.

He pressed his forehead against the glass, the weight of her promise settling in his chest. She would be there. He had to believe it.

Training was relentless.

The early mornings were the worst—before the sun even thought about rising, before his body remembered how to move. They ran until their legs felt like they’d snap beneath them, did push-ups until their arms gave out, and marched under the weight of packs that felt heavier with every mile. The shouting never stopped, every mistake earning a punishment meant to break them down and rebuild them into something sharper, stronger.

But it was nothing compared to what Max had already endured.

At home, the yelling was never meant to make him stronger. The bruises weren’t badges of discipline—they were reminders of how small he was made to feel. Every time he hit the ground during training, his drill sergeant barking at him to get up, Max thought of how often he’d done the same thing in that house. He got up then, and he got up now.

The other guys complained at night, lying on their bunks and licking their wounds, but Max didn’t join in. They didn’t know how lucky they were—how much easier it was to run ten miles when there wasn’t a door slamming behind you or fists flying to match.

And then there were the letters.

Her first one came the day after he arrived, folded neatly into an envelope with her handwriting scrawled across the front. The sight of it made his chest ache, and he didn’t even wait to get back to the barracks to read it.

Hey, tough guy. I hope this gets to you quick. Are they making you run as much as I think they are? Do you miss me? I miss you. It’s been one day and this town already feels different without you. Keep writing, okay? I’ll keep writing too. Just don’t let them make you forget who you are, Max. I love you.

The letters became his lifeline. Every night, after lights-out, he’d sit on the edge of his bunk with a flashlight and write her back. He told her about the blisters on his feet, the meals that barely qualified as food, the drill sergeant who could make a grown man cry with a single word. But he also told her how he was getting stronger, faster, better—how he thought about her every time things got too hard.

She didn’t just write about missing him. Her letters were full of details—what their friends were up to, how the leaves were starting to change by the lake, what songs were playing on the radio. She made him feel like he wasn’t missing everything. Like she was keeping his place for him.

The days blurred together after a while, a constant cycle of exhaustion and repetition. But then, one morning, everything felt different.

It was the last day of training.

Max stood in formation with the others, the sun rising behind them as their drill sergeant paced in front of the line. They’d been through hell together—guys who had started as strangers now felt like brothers. But Max wasn’t thinking about them.

He was thinking about her.

He scanned the crowd of families waiting just beyond the training field, his heart pounding harder than it ever had during a run. She had said she’d be here. She promised.

And then he saw her.

She was standing near the back, craning her neck to see over the heads of taller people in front of her. When their eyes met, she smiled so brightly that for a second, everything else—the noise, the exhaustion, the fear—fell away.

Max’s throat tightened, but he forced himself to focus. One last task. One last push. He would finish this, and then he’d go to her.

And this time, he wouldn’t have to leave too soon.

Max’s heart hammered as the ceremony came to a close. The drill sergeant dismissed them with a sharp bark, and the tension that had held the recruits in place finally broke. Families surged forward, cheers and hugs filling the air. Max stood frozen for a moment, scanning the crowd again until he saw her pushing through the mass of people, her face a mix of determination and joy.

She was exactly how he remembered her, but somehow even better. Her hair bounced as she hurried toward him, and the familiar tilt of her smile made his chest ache. And yet, as soon as she stopped a few feet in front of him, she planted her hands on her hips like she had all the time in the world.

“Well, well,” she said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey there, tough guy.”

Max swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. But her teasing grin made the corner of his mouth twitch, threatening to break into a smile he wasn’t supposed to give just yet.

From behind her, one of his barrack mates, Danny came up and watched her as she eyed up Max. When she noticed him, he nodded at her. “Ma’am.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “Don’t ‘ma’am’ me, I’m only young.” She stepped closer, looking at Max once more, her expression shifting to exaggerated awe. “That’s a whole lot of muscles you’ve got there now. What’ve they been feeding you?”

Max tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t stop his lips from curving upward.

“You’re not supposed to touch the recruits until they’ve been tapped out,” Danny said, his voice low, playful.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Max’s attempt at staying serious. “Is that so? Guess I’ll have to keep my hands to myself for a minute longer, huh?”

He held her gaze, the tension building between them until it was almost unbearable. She took another step forward, her smile softening into something sweeter, something he’d missed so much it hurt.

“Max,” she said quietly, her voice just loud enough for him to hear over the noise around them.

And then, finally, she reached out and tapped his shoulder.

That was all it took. Max didn’t hesitate—he dropped his duffel to the ground and swept her into his arms, lifting her clean off the ground. She laughed, but it broke halfway through, and then she was crying, her face buried in his shoulder.

“I missed you,” she said, her voice muffled against his uniform.

Max held her tighter, his eyes stinging as he pressed his cheek against her hair. “I missed you too,” he murmured, his voice thick.

For a moment, neither of them moved. She clung to him like she was afraid he might disappear, and Max let himself soak in the feel of her in his arms—the warmth, the softness, the familiarity he’d craved every single day he was gone.

When she finally pulled back, her hands stayed on his shoulders, her fingers brushing against the hard muscle beneath his uniform. She tilted her head, a teasing smile breaking through her tears. “Seriously, Max. What’s with these muscles? You didn’t look like this when you left.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rough, and shook his head. “Had to give you something to brag about, didn’t I?”

She laughed, swiping at her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater. “Oh, I’m definitely bragging. You’re not going anywhere without me showing you off first.”

“Not going anywhere without you at all,” Max said softly.

Her smile faltered for just a second, her eyes filling again. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

He cupped her face gently, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Always,” she said, and for the first time in months, Max felt like he was finally home.

As they were about to kiss, a cough disrupted them. Danny. “Are you done?”

“Leave me alone Danny, I’ve seen enough of you.” Max laughed, pulling her in closer. 

“I’m heading out, my girl’s at the car but I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Danny asked, taking off his hat and running his hand through it.

“Yeah you will. See you soon Dan.”

The desert heat was unrelenting, the sun beating down on Max and Danny as they sat outside their barracks during a rare moment of downtime. Max leaned against a wall, his cap pulled low over his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to shield him from Danny’s relentless teasing.

“You’ve been staring at that box for five minutes, man,” Danny said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “You sure you don’t want me to take it off your hands? I’d do a solid job proposing to her, you know.”

Max shot him a look, his jaw tightening, though there was no real heat behind it. “Touch it, and I’ll bury you in the sand.”

Danny snorted, tossing a rock lazily across the dusty ground. “Relax, lover boy. I’m just saying—you’ve had that ring for months. You’ve got the whole speech planned, don’t you? ‘I’ve loved you since we were kids, you’re my whole world,’ blah, blah, blah. Bet you even practiced in the mirror.”

Max rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small velvet box, flipping it open to reveal the simple but elegant ring inside. He didn’t need anything flashy—she wouldn’t want that. The ring was perfect: timeless, just like her.

“I don’t need a speech,” Max said quietly, running his thumb along the edge of the box. “She already knows. She’s known since before I left the first time.”

Danny’s teasing grin softened into something more genuine. “She’s a lucky girl, you know. Not everyone would stick around through all this.”

“She’s not sticking around,” Max corrected, his voice firm. “She’s living her life—uni, friends, everything she’s always wanted. She’s just...waiting for me to come back, too.”

Danny whistled low. “Well, when you put it like that, I guess you’re the lucky one.”

Max didn’t argue. He thought about her every day—her laugh, the way she scribbled little doodles in the corners of her letters, the photo she’d sent him of her sitting on the quad with her textbooks spread out around her. She looked happy, and that was what mattered most to him.

But God, he missed her.

“I’ll ask her when we’re off duty,” Max said, snapping the box shut and tucking it safely back into his pocket. “The next time I get to see her, I’m not waiting. I’m not wasting another minute.”

Danny grinned, tipping his chair back on two legs. “You’re gonna make me cry, man. I’m just glad I’ll be there to see it.”

“You’re not invited.”

“Like hell I’m not.”

They both laughed, the kind of laugh that felt rare in a place like this. For a moment, the heaviness of deployment lifted, replaced by something lighter—hope.

But when the laughter faded, Max’s mind drifted back to her. He pictured her sitting in a lecture hall, twirling a pen between her fingers, her hair catching the sunlight. She’d promised him that first day he left that she’d always be there waiting for him, and she had never broken that promise.

And soon—so soon—he’d finally get to make one to her.

The cab pulled up to her apartment building, a modest brick complex tucked onto a quiet street just off campus. Max stared out the window, his heart thundering in his chest. It didn’t matter that he’d seen her a year ago on leave or that they’d talked just last week on a grainy video call. Being here, knowing she was just a flight of stairs away, made it all feel brand new.

Danny’s words echoed in his head as he grabbed his bag and climbed out. Don’t mess this up, man. She’s been waiting long enough.

The door to her unit opened before he could even knock. There she was, framed in the doorway, wearing an oversized sweater and leggings, her hair falling loose around her shoulders. She broke into a smile so bright it felt like the sun had come out, and before he could say a word, she threw her arms around his neck.

“Max!” she breathed, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go.

He dropped his bag and wrapped her up, burying his face in her hair. She smelled like home, like everything he’d missed.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice catching.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands sliding to his shoulders. “You’re here. You’re actually here.”

“I’m here.”

She laughed, the sound a little shaky, and grabbed his hand, tugging him inside. “Come on, I made dinner. It’s probably cold by now, but I didn’t want to risk leaving the kitchen in case—”

She didn’t get to finish.

Max stopped dead in the small kitchen, his eyes scanning the space—the mismatched dishes on the counter, the vase of sunflowers he recognised from her letters, the magnets on the fridge holding up her class schedule and pictures of them together. It was perfect.

And suddenly, he couldn’t wait.

“This wasn’t how I planned it,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

“What?” She turned, confusion flickering in her eyes.

Max dropped to one knee right there in the middle of the kitchen, pulling the velvet box from his pocket. He saw her gasp, her hands flying to her mouth, but he was too focused to stop now.

“I wasn’t going to do it like this,” he said, the words tumbling out. “I had a whole plan—something big and romantic—but I don’t care about plans anymore. I just...I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, and I don’t want to wait another second to ask.” He opened the box, his hands steady despite the chaos in his chest. “Will you marry me?”

She froze, her wide eyes locked on his. The silence stretched, and Max felt a flicker of panic.

“So?” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

That broke her. She let out a choked laugh, tears spilling down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “I’m sorry! I’m just—yes! Of course, yes!”

Her arms went around his neck, and she kissed him fiercely, her tears wetting his face. Max held her close, the ring box forgotten on the floor as he kissed her back, pouring every bit of love and relief into the moment.

When they finally broke apart, she laughed through her tears, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You really couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Not for this,” he said, his voice low and raw.

She smiled and kissed him again, slower this time, her hands sliding down to rest against his chest. Max stood, lifting her with him effortlessly, and set her on the edge of the counter.

“Max,” she murmured, her hands slipping beneath the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah?” he said, his forehead resting against hers.

“Welcome home.”

He smiled against her lips, capturing them in another kiss, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Max let himself feel it all—the love, the relief, the joy of knowing he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Dinner had been a blur, both of them too giddy and caught up in the moment to care that the food was lukewarm and hastily reheated. They laughed, talked, and stole kisses between bites, the kind of easy affection that felt like they’d never been apart.

Now, hours later, they were tangled together in her bed. The room was dark save for the soft glow of the streetlight filtering through the blinds. She lay draped across his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, her eyes fixed on the ring now resting snugly on her finger.

“How are we going to do this?” she asked quietly, her voice thoughtful but tinged with uncertainty.

Max’s hand came up to stroke her back, his thumb brushing along her shoulder blade. He let out a soft sigh. “I leave in three months.”

She stilled for a moment, her finger pausing mid-trace.

“But,” he added, his voice warm and steady, “until then, we live the happy life. All of it. You, me, late-night takeout, bad movies, everything.”

She tilted her head up to look at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “Three months isn’t that long, Max. And I’m still at uni. I’ve got two more years. How—”

“We’ve made it work for two years while I’m away,” he interrupted gently, cupping her cheek with one hand. “We can do two more. You’ve been with me through everything—every deployment, every letter, every call. This won’t be any different. Except now,” he added, his lips quirking into a small smile, “you’ll be my fiancée.”

Her lips trembled, and she leaned up to kiss him, slow and deliberate, her hand slipping over his to hold it against her cheek. When she finally pulled back, her eyes shone with determination.

“You’re really bad at letting me be dramatic, you know that?” she teased softly.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in check,” he said with a smirk.

She laughed quietly, settling back against his chest, and Max tightened his arms around her. They lay there in silence for a while, her fingers once again toying with the ring as if she couldn’t quite believe it was real.

He was engaged.

He was happy.

And he was going to marry the love of his life.

the end.

[f14fun]

all my fic recs

i realise that most of this is @scuderiahoney, and babes you are literally my fav f1 ff writer, tysm for being amazing ❣️🥂 if you guys know any long (like i mean longgg) well written f1 fics PLEASE MESSAGE ME THEM or tag me <3 this took wayyy too long to find, compile, and organize all my fav fics. hope that you all enjoy this list!😭🏎️

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mv1: 𐙚 babysitting duty ⋆˚✿˖° !horner's-babysitter x mv1 ⋆˚✿˖° smau ⋆˚✿˖° @astonmartinii 𐙚 born to run ⋆˚✿˖° !country x !cowboy-mv1 ⋆˚✿˖° prose, 11.2K (2 pts) ⋆˚✿˖° @scuderiahoney

𐙚 rule breaker ⋆˚✿˖° !single-mom x mv1 (+ls2) ⋆˚✿˖° prose, 28.9K (5 pts) ⋆˚✿˖° @coff33andb00ks

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ls2: 𐙚 baby blue ⋆˚✿˖° !mother-y/n x ls2 ⋆˚✿˖° prose, 3.8K ⋆˚✿˖° @sunrizef1 𐙚 love in 3d ⋆˚✿˖° !customer x !theater-worker-ls2 ⋆˚✿˖° smau + prose, 3.9K ⋆˚✿˖° @lokideservesahug

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op81: 𐙚 rookie love ⋆˚✿˖° !rookie-hamilton-y/n x op81 ⋆˚✿˖° smau ⋆˚✿˖° @astonmartinii stick around ⋆˚✿˖° !soulmate x !soulmate-op81 ⋆˚✿˖° prose, 4.1K ⋆˚✿˖° @scuderiahoney 𐙚 be brave ⋆˚✿˖° !elm-school-teacher x op81 ⋆˚✿˖° prose, 5.2K ⋆˚✿˖° @scuderiahoney 𐙚 in the rain ⋆˚✿˖° !plant-nerd x op81 ⋆˚✿˖° prose, 7.1K ⋆˚✿˖° @scuderiahoney 𐙚 in motion ⋆˚✿˖° !college x !hockey-op81 ⋆˚✿˖° smau + prose, 51.7K (8.75 pts) ⋆˚✿˖° @scuderiahoney

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[satanxklaus]

✯ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ✯

hi babies <3 here's my masterlist to everything that i have written so far (not much lol). request are open. feel free to send them my way!

✰ ✰ (navigation). (requests). (fic recs). (cunt anthem). ✰ ✰

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆 🏁🏎️

✦ lando norris

⤷ suck it up | smau -> in which fans are quick to throw hate towards lando's girlfriend that does not fit into the 'typical' wag lifestyle.

✦ charles leclerc

⤷ you kick like a girl | smau -> in which charles is a proud soccer dad and he got too enthusiastic during his daughter soccer match.

✦ carlos sainz

⤷ coming soon

✦ max verstappen

⤷ coming soon

✦ oscar piastri

⤷ boy's a liar pt.2 | smau -> in which y/n soft launces her relationship with an F1 driver, fails miserably, and ends up hard launching with a lyric from her breakup song.

✦ daniel ricciardo

⤷ coming soon

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

⚠ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⚠ : 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

[cockkette]

i'm not a carlos girlie but this may have changed my mind

ONLY ONE - cs55

♡ : after your newest collab with bad bunny, fans start shipping you with him but what they don't know is that you already have a person who owns your heart and vice versa.

♥︎ : carlos sainz jr. x spanish singer! reader, fluff

notes : first requested post!!

tysm anon for requesting this!! i tried my best with this one since i'm not really a fan of bad bunny but i hope u like it 🫶🏼

type : smau ⋆ face claim : rosalía

liked by badbunnypr, carlossainz55 and 25,15,286 others

y/nuser new single 'LA NOCHE DE ANOCHE' with badbunnypr !!

user5 they ate omg

user1 THEYRE SO HOT TOGETHER

OMG

user2 QUEEN ATE SO HARD DUDE

user3 SHE LOOKED SO GORGEOUS IN THE MV

user4 i NEED them together so bad omfg

badbunnypr had so much fun filming the video with you!

liked by user1, carlossainz55 and 22,386,296 others

y/nuser flying back home ✈️❤️

user1 QUEEN?? IS THAT A MAN I SEE??

user2 i’ve finally gone blind! time to go get my eyes checked up ☺️

user3 WTF?? IS THAT AN XY CHROMOSOME ON MOTHER’S FEED?? ITS BEEN FOREVER BRO

user4 call me delusional but…doesn’t that look like carlos sainz arm and hair??

user5 yes doctor, this one

user6 OKKK GRANDMA TIME TO TAKE YOUR PILLS!!

user7 IM SO CONFUSED BUT ALSO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭

liked by y/nuser, landonorris and 8,379,754 others

carlossainz55 you’re the only one i need ❤️

tagged: y/nuser

y/nuser i love you so so so much chili 🌶️

user1 SHE CALLS HIM CHILI STOP ILL CRY

user2 this is such a random pairing but they’re so hot together 😭

user4 YALL CALLED ME DELUSIONAL. WTF IS THIS?? HMM?? AM I DELUSIONAL NOW??

user5 IM SORRY 😭😭

user6 we’re sorry we ever doubted you queen 🙏🏼🙏🏼

user3 GOD THEYRE SO HOT OMG

user7 a great goddamn day to be bisexual 😍😍

landonorris about time mate 🧡

carlossainz55 thank you lando 💪🏼

charles_leclerc congrats mate!

carlossainz55 tyty charles 💪🏼

liked by carlossainz55, user2 and 8,286,953 others

y/nuser ferrari has been my red flag for the last two years and will be forever 🌶️❤️

tagged: carlossainz55

alexandrasaintmleux ferrari girls!! ❤️

y/nuser us ferrari girlies stick together 🤞🏼❤️

lilymhe YOURE SO PRETTY

y/nuser LITERALLY YOU BABES MWAH

lilymhe LEAVE HIM FOR ME 💋

y/nuser ALREADY ON THE WAY OVER BABE

carlossainz55 i love you so much, cariño ❤️

y/nuser mi amor ❤️‍🩹

user1 THEYRE SO ADORABLE GUYS ILL CRY

user2 SHES SO AUTWVRJWBAI

user3 OMG IT COUPLE FFR 😍

[formulalfc]

requests open <3

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also if you are below the age of 18 please do not interact with my nsfw content xoxo

when you request please let me know if you want it to be a ramble (a shorter piece where i just essentially ramble about the idea you've given me) or if you want it to be a longer fic (will fully plot it out, probably be around 1000 words). in terms of time fics will take longer, whereas rambles take much less time.

who i write for:

football: alisson becker, joe gomez, virgil van dijk, ibrahima konate, kostas tsimikas, andy robertson, trent alexander arnold, curtis jones, dominik szoboszlai, ryan gravenberch, cody gakpo, darwin nunez, jude bellingham, christian pulisic, marcus rashford, levi colwill, ben chilwell, deli ali, jadon sancho, mason mount, kylian mbappe, kai havertz, joao felix, pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, frenkie de jong, gio reyna, jobe bellingham

formula one: lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr, lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, lance stroll, alex albon, logan sargeant, yuki tsuoda, esteban ocon, pierre gasly, zhou guyanu, mick schumacher, sebastian vettel, jenson button, arthur leclerc

feel free to request other people but i may not do the requests or they may take longer to make :)

my work is exactly that, MINE. i do not give anyone permission to rewrite it or re-post it somewhere without asking me first. i put a lot of effort into my work as every writer on here does, so i really don't appreciate people just taking it and branding it as their own content.

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[strawberrysainz]

helllooo. 🥹 i am absolutely overjoyed to have hit 1k followers just after a year of beginning to write on for f1blr.

my favourite part of having moots and followers is that i get to know all of you!! and i’d love to use this opportunity for you to get to know me and vice versa. so i’ve got some fun asks for you!!!

🍓 song rec -> you know all my fics’ titles are taken from titles of songs i like. so drop a bit of info about you as an f1 fan/some lore/a random event in your life/vibes idk (can totally be anon!) and i’ll give you a song rec!

🖋️ haiku -> this one is going to be SO fun. make ma write a haiku about an f1 driver/celeb/character/something/you (i haven’t written a haiku since grade 5 but it sounded fun) so i get to write something but in a diff way!

⚡️ blurb -> make me write a blurb about an f1 driver of your choice (that i write for as seen in my masterlist) with any prompt from this list! (if you want it to be nsfw, add in a prompt of your own)

🏎️ ama -> ask me ANYTHING. a fmk question, this or that, a weird question, opinions, uni life, love life (😔), my f1 fan career, absolutely anything you can think of. i love yapping about myself so this will be great.

or just send in anything! we’re going to have so much fun.

tagging some moots here:

@f1version @formulaforza @softtdaisy @starkwlkr @monzabee @folkloresthings @diorleclerc @thebearchives @ricc3rodeo @rose-tinted-juls @offriendandfoe @vinvantae @a-distantdreamer @agentstarkid @silverstonesainz @danielfuckingricciardo @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @imsorare @leclsrc @lxnceclercs @vetteltea @b-bradshaw @sbdskate @goldsainz @charlesluvr @poetsblvd @fernandoswarcrimes @redclercs @koibleufish @formula-hamilton @rachstash 🍓❤️‍🔥💋

[papayatori]

fic authors self rec! ♡ when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love ♡

I haven't finished ANY of these sadly but, these are my tops!!!!! I'm working on them I promise

I love this one so much, it's probably my favorite out of all of these!

This one is TECHNICALLY finished, and it's really cute so have fun !

Drabbles!

I LOVE THIS STORY! I'm still working on it however!!!

I also loved this story, it was really cute !

thanks for reading my random shit !!!!! I hope you all could give these a chance!

[cockkette]

I’m actually going to cry this is adorable

for ivy - op

just a quick little ficlet (?) for oscar's win - 631 words of disgusting fluff

warnings: pregnant! reader

His hair is still damp with champagne when he comes into the hotel room. His face is still creased with a grin, his eyes crinkling even more when they land on you. Without a word he drops his stuff and reaches into the pocket of his joggers, and by the time you cross the room to greet him he's pulled out two pieces of golden confetti. They flutter to the floor and his arms are around you, his face pressing into your hair.

"Did it," he whispers against your hairline.

"You did," you whisper back, breathing in sweat and champagne and him. Tears sting your eyes as his arm tightens around your waist and you feel and hear his deep sigh. You've been with him long enough to recognize it. The weariness and relief and joy. You hug him tighter, pressing your lips to his sticky neck. "We're so proud of you."

His lips curve and he lets out a breathless chuckle. "Did you watch the driver cam?" he asked.

You shake your head - you had for some parts of the race but you always turn to the full race view during the last few laps. "No, I'll watch it--"

"Watch it while I shower, hm? Just the ending when I'm talking to Tom." Oscar smiles as he pulls back, his hands rubbing over your bump.

The reason you're not allowed to go to the track. And, after today, the reason you'll not be allowed to accompany him to any race weeks for the rest of the season.

As though the life growing inside you knows it's him, the baby inside you begins to kick. You smile, wincing slightly as a swift movement slams into your ribs, but the look of awe and love on Oscar's face makes the discomfort worth it. His hand follows the movement, and you blink back tears as he bends to whisper against the bump. You don't catch what he says, just feel the adoration. He gives you a quick kiss before heading to shower with a reminder to watch his driver cam.

You settle on the bed with your laptop, pulling up the race replay and switching to Oscar's driver cam while you turn up the volume. As his car passes the checkered flag you feel the surge of pride and joy all over again and blame the hormones for making you cry once more at the sound of his soft little yes!, wondering what he wanted you to see and hear.

"...What a day that was." His voice is calm but you can hear the emotion shaking in his voice. "And um... Yeah, this one's for Ivy."

The baby starts moving again, and you keep a hand over your belly while you listen to Oscar dedicate his win to your unborn daughter. And to you, but you know your daughter, due two days after the last race of the season, is already the most important person in his life. You've known that since you watched his eyes fill with tears over the positive test, and each week and month since has only cemented the fact.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

You're crying when you finally join him in the shower and he gives you his usual understanding smile as he wraps his arms around you.

"Meant to say you first," he murmurs.

"Liar," you sniffle.

"Lando said you'd be mad I said her first."

"Like he knows anything about becoming a parent," you scoff. "I'd be mad if you said me first."

He cradles your face, meeting your eyes. "I love you."

"Love you more."

His eyes crinkle and one hand slides down, cupping over your belly. And you know he means you and the baby when he whispers, "Love you most."

[onepointsixkm]

crashing out, one race at a time

hello, you can call me gigi (she/her, mid 20's)! i'm a freelance writer by day and formula 1 fan at night. i hope you enjoy my work! ♡

[ ln4 / zg24 / op81 / ls2 / nh27 / sv5 / 2023/2024 grid ]

i will write for pretty much anyone on the 2023/2024 grid, as well as a few of the retired drivers (i.e., SV5) as well as former & reserve drivers (i.e., MS47). although i have my favorites, i don't really dislike anyone.

note: this is a side blog! please feel free to communicate with me in messages & asks. i would prefer not to link my main blog & other socials unless it's to friends/mutuals. updates will likely be slow due to my unreliable work schedule!

masterlist coming soon!

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please do not copy or repost my work. i will not give permission to do so. if you see my work reposted, please notify me.

[2handsslan]

lando norris // ln4 fic recs

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one shots

champagne coast - @snoopyracing

“when lando and you spend summer break together you don't expect italy to eventually hold such a special place in your heart... or lando and you go on vacation and everyone keeps thinking you're a couple”

wanna be yours - @snoopyracing

“you're the mclaren f1 team photographer and lando can't help but get jealous at your friendship with logan sargeant”

the breakup of the century - @no-144444

“you and lando break up on horrible terms, can a new album and a special performance bring you back together? is that even what you two want?”

encontrar tu media naranja - @iamred-iamyellow

“during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face”

rookie - @propertyofwicked

series

dreamland series - @chilling-seavey

“as a flunking university student in dreary bristol, lando is sure there’s another life waiting for him elsewhere. a life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. but maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen”

somebody else series - @eroselless

“you just work in hospitality for McLaren and he’s their star driver. what happens when your paths cross and you find yourself questioning your feelings for each other?”

vexing vacation - @vroomvro0mferrari

“when you agreed to join your brother on his vacation, sharing a room with his best friend wasn’t part of the plan. now, that you’re constantly stuck with lando and his relentless teasing, you’re not sure whether you want to strangle him or kiss him”

hermana series - @grandprixprincess

“after running into lando at the singapore gp, he finally shoots his shot. reader is family friends with carlos and is like a little sister to him. friends to lovers”

smau

telepatía - @iamred-iamyellow - smau

nueva vida (pt2)

“spending years in lower divisions finally payed off when you found out you'd be lewis hamilton's race engineer for ferrari in 2025”

fake it ‘till you make it! series - @racew1nn3rs - smau

“after an underwhelming 2022 season, the mclaren formula one team decided to bring in a new, young social media manager in the hopes of increasing brand promotion in 2023. when online banter between the newest team member and lando garners unbelievable fan attention, the two are asked to do the impossible in order to keep the support high: fake a or relationship”

fifth wheel series - @dannyricsmirrorball - smau

“y/n is always fifth wheeling george, carmen, alex, and lily”

just a boy - @hugleclerc - smau

"lando is just a boy trying to fight the guys in your comments without exposing his identity to the public"

tales of candor - @povlnfour - smau

“lando’s girlfriend has a secret identity. she’s not quite the girl next door everyone assumed, and he might just be the inspiration for more than just her instagram captions”

cool for the summer - @theonottsbxtch - smau

“in which lando goes to the same resort each summer and he befriends the owners daughter who works there”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*