#george/alex

[mercurial-vroom]

Listless Playthings of Enormous Forces (🚨NOW COMPLETE🚨)

🧟 A Galex zombie apocalypse fic, written (and VERY belatedly finished!) for the spookily fabulous @motorsport-halloween fest 🎃

Listless Playthings of Enormous Forces (Part 2/2)

Pairing: George Russell/Alex Albon

Word Count: 27.5k

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content; gore/violence; alcohol; internalized homophobia

Summary: 

“I’ve waited six years for that to happen again,” Alex says, tucking himself closer into George’s side. “Didn’t realize all it would take was the end of the fucking world.” *** When you’re a professional racing driver, death is always a possibility. At the same time as you’re learning what it feels like when the brake balance of the car is off or how to effectively manage your tires in cold conditions, you also learn the more unspoken lesson of how to look death in the eye week after week and not fear it – or at least, how to press that fear down deep enough to be undetectable, unable to deter your confidence as you round the outside of a sharp corner at breakneck speed.  That mindset, however, never accounted for the possibility of the dead coming to life again with a fierce and seemingly indefatigable vengeance against the living.

To anyone who started this on the first chapter and then had to endure waiting a month longer than expected for this part, I apologize! Life has been a little chaotic lately, but in the spirit of Nightmare Before Christmas, we'll say that it's still close enough to the Halloween season for a zombie fic to still be relevant-ish. 😅

[ginnydear]

if you are still taking prompts: domestic fluff for galex - cuddling

hiii, i am always taking prompts and thank you for this one!

Alex is half asleep when he feels fingers in his hair, gentle against his scalp. He groans and tilts his head back slightly, the cold pack on his head sliding down onto the couch. When he cracks one eye open, George is smiling at him as softly as his fingers are moving.

"I'm all done," he whispers, grabbing the cold pack with his other hand. "Come on, lets get you to bed."

Alex nods slowly at that, the thought of their completely dark bedroom and soft pillows calling to him. He'd be there already if he wasn't hopelessly clingy while dealing with a migraine.

George walks the cold pack into the kitchen as Alex stands from the couch, his joints cracking as he does. He hears George chuckle under his breath but he doesn't say anything as he turns off the light and walks over to Alex. With a kiss to the side of his head, George wraps his arm around Alex's torso and leads them down the hall towards their bedroom.

Alex kicks off his sweats before crawling into the bed, barely thinking about brushing his teeth or washing his face. He's been in pain for over an hour and he knows the best fix right now is curling up in bed and falling asleep.

But then he feels the dip of George getting into bed beside him, the familiar warmth spreading under the blankets, and Alex thinks that maybe it's time to see if heat helps.

George hums as Alex slides over into his space, tucking his head up under George's chin and wrapping his arms around George's torso. There's a bit of shuffling and then they settle - George with his hand in Alex's hair again, Alex with his hand curled against George's chest. They're both quiet for a beat, simply breathing together, before George tilts his head slightly and kisses the top of Alex's head.

"How's the head?" he asks, voice barely a whisper.

Alex shrugs his free shoulder. "A little better," he replies. And he means that - moving to the bed and having total darkness is already alleviating some of the pain in his eyes.

"Good." George turns slightly, gathering Alex up in his arms and holding him close against his chest. Alex blames the migraine for the prickle of tears in his eyes. "Did you take your medications?"

"Yeah," Alex breathes. George hums and kisses his head again. His hand is still in Alex's hair, gently massaging the base of Alex's scalp. It's sending soothing relief up through Alex's brain and Alex can't unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to tell George not to stop. He thinks George knows anyway because he keeps going, pressing a little harder.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Alex lets out a deep breath. George squeezes his hip, sliding their legs together. He's so warm and soft and solid against Alex, a constant in his life for years now in so many ways, and all at once Alex feels a swell of fondness (of love) that, for a moment, seems to cure his migraine.

It passes, though, and the dull throb splitting his head returns.

"Keep..." Alex trails off as George finds a particularly tender spot. Alex thinks he lets out a quiet moan. "Don't let me go."

Alex swears he hears George gasp softly but he can't be sure. Regardless, George kisses his forehead three times and tightens his arms, a silent promise that Alex knows he'll keep.

[seasidefae]

hi 🧍🏽‍♀️ do you guys have any galex fic recs for a first-time galex reader, long-time galex luvr?

[drpepperjunior]

Three boys waiting for X-mas🦌🎄🧑‍🎄

(Galex and their adopted child Logan lol)

[f1-disaster-bi]

Galex for the ask game?

Of course I can anon!

Who hogs the duvet:

Alex hogs the blankets but George doesn't mind cause he runs a little hot so he normally doesn't notice unless it's really cold, and Alex normally wakes up at some point and covers them both (before hogging them again)

Who texts/rings to check how their day is going:

George is normally the first to text most days, and the one to check in through out the day. Alex isn't the best texter even though he makes sure to reply to George as soon as possible, so it's rare he texts first to check in

Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts:

Alex is a little more creative when it comes to gifts. He also buys joke gifts more than George. So George normally gets a fun and silly gift and a very thoughtful one

Who gets up first in the morning:

George is first to get up. If they're together in their apartment or a hotel, George will make Alex a coffee to wake him up and they'll have a coffee together before they have to start their day

Who suggests new things in bed:

Alex suggests things more often than George, but George is normally happy to try new things even if he blushes a lot while discussing it

Who cries at movies:

Alex does, especially anything to do with animals. George does cry, but it's very rare and Alex always cuddles him when he does (and gently teases him about it later)

Who gives unprompted massages:

George does, especially after Alex complains about the car being uncomfortable so George learns how to give massages so he can help him.

Who fusses over the other when they’re sick:

Alex fusses more. George is more organised and knows what to do when Alex is sick, but George rarely gets ill so Alex always panics a little whenever George does get sick

Who gets jealous easiest:

George gets jealous more than Alex. Alex is very secure in their relationship, and he knows George is hot, so he's used to people flirting with George. George is also secure, but he gets a little jealou and possesive when ever someone makes Alex laugh because that's his job thank you very much

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

Both of them think the other's music taste is embarassing and tease each other about certain artists or songs that they find the other listening to, but really they listen to a lot of the same stuff.

Who collects something unusual:

The two of them collect things. George likes to collect coins from different currancies to show the places that he has been. Alex likes to collection little animal figurines

Who takes the longest to get ready:

George takes the longest to get ready. Alex is normally pretty laid back and chill about his outfits and hair, whereas George tries to style his hair and takes time considering his outfits.

Who is the most tidy and organised:

George is very tidy and organised, but Alex gets him to lighten up a bit when they move in together.

Who gets most excited about the holidays:

Alex goes all out for the holidays, especialy Christmas. He gets them matching socks, pajama's and awful matching Christmas jumpers that he makes them wear. He loves Christmas, loves cheest Christmas, and George grows to love it too

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

They don't really spoon. They tend to sprawl over each other with George normally pressing Alex into the bed. When they do spoon, they take turns and it's normally after a bad result

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports:

Both of them are competitive but George is bad at most sports besides racing, but that does not stop him from giving it his all and bickering over the results with Alex.

Who starts the most arguments:

George starts debates and they turn into bickering. Mainly because if it's a debate about something silly like which soap smells better, Alex will disagree with everything to make George get flustered

Who suggests that they buy a pet:

Alex does because let's face it, he loves animals and misses hanging out with his familys little zoo. He first suggests it to George just as a "we should get a pet in a few years", but then he see Charles with Leo, and he starts dropping hints.

What couple traditions they have:

One of their oldest traditions is giving each other the silliest nicknames possible. They also try to keep a regular date night, even when they're apart and they will do virtual dates. They make sure to send goodnight and good morning texts every day

What tv shows they watch together:

They watch a lot of documentaries together. A lot of nature ones, and some history when George is in a mood. They watch a lot of comedy shows, and some more serious dramas. Their guilty watch is Cornation Street.

What other couple they hang out with:

They spend some time with George and Alex's siblings and their partners. They also spend time Lando and Charles, Max and Daniel, Logan and his partner

How they spend time together as a couple:

They go cycling together (even though Alex still jokes about his broken collarbone). They play padel together even though George sucks. George likes to watch Alex cook, and Alex likes to watch George bake (a new hobby for George). They watch movies together, they swap books so they can talk about them. Mostly they just chill together between races.

Who made the first move:

Both of them because they ended up kissing while drunk one night, and the next day they both just decided that they were dating now.

Who brings flowers home:

George does because he's a romantic. He even knows what each flower means and Alex has to buy a little book about flower language after George spills the beans while wine drunk one night, so Alex can understand what George is saying to him with his flowers.

Who is the best cook:

Alex is the better cook out of the two even though both of them can cook. George also loves when Alex cooks and looks forward to watching him in the kitchen in the apron Lando bought Alex as a joke one Christmas.

[singsweetmelodies]

are we just going to not talk about alex's birthday post for george?! because i think we should talk about it. i think we should talk about it a lot:

[clayd]

guys i draw GA!galex

anyways love this scene

this is actually galex going back to mers house on a end of their shift, Alex got a longer shift and George stayed on the hospital while it ended and theyre going back cause next day it's off day and theyre staying sleeping for one day or more accurate it's maybe 8-9 hours and then back to the hospital and the fight for stuff as always and like canon

pardon the ligthlinght and the perspective and the angles and the different of lines and the proportions

i got guilty for judging an art of cherik cause erik didnt look like it but man if i donr put the names i wouldnt even reconazige them

[mercurial-vroom]

Listless Playthings of Enormous Forces

(🧟 A Galex zombie apocalypse fic, written for the spookily fabulous @motorsport-halloween fest 🎃)

Listless Playthings of Enormous Forces (Part 1/2)

Pairing: George Russell/Alex Albon

Current Word Count: 15k (completed fic will come out to ~25k)

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content; gore/violence; alcohol; internalized homophobia

Summary: 

“I’ve waited six years for that to happen again,” Alex says, tucking himself closer into George’s side. “Didn’t realize all it would take was the end of the fucking world.” *** When you’re a professional racing driver, death is always a possibility. At the same time as you’re learning what it feels like when the brake balance of the car is off or how to effectively manage your tires in cold conditions, you also learn the more unspoken lesson of how to look death in the eye week after week and not fear it – or at least, how to press that fear down deep enough to be undetectable, unable to deter your confidence as you round the outside of a sharp corner at breakneck speed.  That mindset, however, never accounted for the possibility of the dead coming to life again with a fierce and seemingly indefatigable vengeance against the living.

[iwastemytimereading]

George Russell catching his best friend Alex Albon...

🎵And historians will call them🎵

[drpepperjunior]

Two besties stuck together like two peas in a pod🫛

Thinking about making these a keyring for myself🥰

[f1-disaster-bi]

For the Spotify ask game... Galex and number 55 please :)

Eras of Us - Fletcher

George fiddled with the drink before him. The condensation on the glass left his hand feeling damp and tacky. A sensation he didn't particularly like but it was distracting. It took his eyes away from the door, and for a moment, he forgot that he was waiting on anyone at all while he used a napkin to dry off his hand. And then the chair across him moved, and there he was. Alex looked the same as he had all those years ago but there were differences. There was a smattering of grey hairs at his temple. His eyes had the beginning of crows feet from years of laughter and his smile was the same. A sweet, little quirk of his lips that had George's heart tripping over itself with how fast it was beating. It had only been five years but it felt like an eternity. "Hey Georgie", Alex spoke softly, settling in the chair with a take away cup of what George knew had to be white hot chocolate. He would even bet there were marshmallows in there and a grated flake bar. It had always been Alex's go to, and even after all these years, George knew it off by heart. He even had an old packet of Alex's favourite hot cholocate and a mini chocolate grated in the back of one of his cupboards. It was tucked away the mug that had always unoffically been Alex's before it had all fallen apart. "It's been a while" George manged to choke out, trying not to get lost in the whirlwind of past memories blaring through his mind. Alex was here. He was here and real, and he was smiling at George as if no time had passed. "I was glad you reached out", Alex said after a moment, hand wrapped around his drink as he caught George's gaze shyly, "I missed you" George could feel the tears pricking his eyes as relief flood through him because he missed Alex too. He knew why they had broken up. He understood it, and he lived it but that didn't mean that George didn't miss him like a limb. He had spent five years chasing a fading dream, pushing himself to catch up with rookies and keep his Mr Perfect image intact as if it could ever fill the hole Alex had left when he had retired. Alex had wanted to marry him, to come out, start a family somewhere quiet but George was still chasing that dream despite having left Mercedes years ago. But now, now maybe things could be different. "I missed you too", George's words sounded watery as he tried to speak, "Alex, I...." A hand reached across the table to cover his. Warm and protective, everything George had been sorely missing as he lost himself in Alex's warm brown eyes. "George, I know", Alex whispered back at him, because he probably did. Alex had always known George better than even George. He probably knew exactly what he wanted to say as he brushed his thumb across George's hand, "New era, yeah?" It took everything George had not to reach across the table and kiss him as he finally smiled back at Alex. "Yes" George smiled, "A fresh start"

[pomporri]

bugs when you lift up a rock 🐛 🐞

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Through Their Eyes ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Summary: lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes

𝄞 ln x reader 𓇢𓆸

𝄞 fluff 𓇢𓆸

masterlist ☾☼

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

carlos

carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.

carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.

fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.

"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.

carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.

he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"

y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"

it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.

carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.

carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.

carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.

the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.

they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.

the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.

"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.

"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.

lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.

"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"

y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.

she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.

just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.

"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."

"what?"

"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."

"oh. so, when are you leaving?"

"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."

"you got in."

"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.

"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"

carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.

"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.

the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.

"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.

he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

daniel

when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.

he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.

daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.

y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.

that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.

at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.

when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"

she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.

and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.

two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.

"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.

lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."

daniel didn't know that.

"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.

lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"

"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.

daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.

the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.

"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.

the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"

"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.

"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.

daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.

just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"

y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.

lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.

pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"

noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"

taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"

"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.

"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.

"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"

"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.

kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.

daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.

his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

max f

max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.

he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.

max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.

the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.

they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.

"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.

"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.

"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.

"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.

"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.

suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"

"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.

"you baked me something?"

"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"

they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.

it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.

max knew their relationship would change soon.

and it had.

after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.

she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.

she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.

y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.

max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.

it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.

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alex and george

alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.

they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.

they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.

it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.

lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.

y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.

lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.

but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.

over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.

the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.

alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.

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max v

padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.

they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?

they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.

parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.

"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"

"-fucked. you're basically fucked."

lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.

unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"

y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"

max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.

"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.

y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"

she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.

max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.

"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.

"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.

"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.

"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."

"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"

max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."

"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.

it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.

"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.

"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.

"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"

"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"

lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.

"forgive me?" lando asked softly.

"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"

he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.

"deal. i love you," lando said.

"i love you more,"

"not possible,"

"watch me,"

max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.

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oscar

there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.

sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.

oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.

just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.

oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.

just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.

finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.

oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.

he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.

he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.

he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.

he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.

the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.

he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.

he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.

in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

i may have messed up the timeline a bit somewhere in the start. but, this is one of my favourites that i've ever written! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

[f1xnorrisxleclerc]

[formulaheart]

something about george russell being hyperaware and vocal about track safety for himself and other drivers even if it slows him down, something about fernando giving franco colapinto advice his first week in, the mclaren boys continuing to be happy with each other even when the team screws them over, hamilton reminding motorsports spectators and competitors alike that kimi antonelli is still just a kid after all and has a long way to go, max and charles congratulating each other after almost every race even when one of them gets a win and the other gets something like their worst drive of the season, alex and oscar defending logan sargeant as having so much untapped potential even if hes no longer racing, pierre and seb going out of their way every year to honor drivers who have passed, esteban ocon going out of his way to welcome new drivers to the grid, kmag fighting tooth and nail to get nico hulkenberg one point, nico rosberg shredding team principals with poor team treatment on live television

f1 is gonna be okay

[pomegranatesarchive]

A female f1 driver who was featured in the barbie movie as the f1 driver. You could write about her scene and working with the Margot and Ryan lol, and how the grid reacts to it. Lanpd could be her bf or not if you don't want.

You don't have to absolutely write if it doesn't strike any inspiration and you obviously can write whatever you want you xoxo

barbie girl | redbull!reader

pairing: f1 grid x reader

summary: redbull!reader does a cameo in the barbie movie

part of my ‘redbull!reader’ series

liked by alex_albon, landonorris, and 816,027 others!

yourusername: this barbie is a f1 driver! 🎀 barbie is out now in theaters near you <33 (or not near you? idk where you lot live)

view comments below!

user1: yn is just hitting all these side quests because what?

user1: happy for her tho!

user2: is this what it’s like to be so rich that you can literally do whatever you want?

user3: YN CAMEO!!!!

user4: WE CHEERED

user5: omw to see barbie now

landonorris: i know where you live

user6: can someone tell me her part in the movie? my parents won’t let me see it 😓

user7: she’s a f1 driver barbie, and she’s gets into a relationship with f1 driver ken (played by glen powell) throughout the movie you could see like snippets of them going from friends to bf and gf!! you could probably find some clips on youtube or something :)

user6: thank you <33

user7: GLEN POWELL????

user8: THE CAPYBARA GUY???

charles_leclerc: i can be your ken 😊

yourusername: no thank you i already have my glen ken!

charles_leclerc: but he can’t drive a REAL f1 car

yourusername: i can teach him

charles_leclerc: FINE

charles_leclerc: BE LIKE THAT THEN

charles_leclerc: I DONT CARE

charles_leclerc: GOSH

glenpowell: i would like to make it very clear that i have no interest in learning how to drive a f1 car!

charles_leclerc: NO ONE CARES GLEN

user9: i love when yn posts because i just know the comments are going to be filled with the drivers acting like they have no decorum

landonorris: i know where you live

alex_albon: movie night?

maxverstappen1: i already watched it

georgerussell63: we know…we all saw the picture of you decked out in pink at the movie theater

user10: LMAO

user11: it makes so much sense that the first time we see max in pink is when he’s supporting yn

lewishamilton: so excited to see it! 🩷

yourusername: love you 💚

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU TOO YN

maxverstappen1: i want love

alex_albon: can’t remember the last time you said that to me…sigh…

georgerussell63: love me next?

oscarpiastri: playing favorites i see 🤨

landonorris: i love you too 🥰

user12: bring back shame

user13: their desperation makes me sick

oscarpiastri: i guess ill watch barbie now

yourusername: why are you pretending like you weren’t the first to ask me for spoilers?

oscarpiastri: no clue what you’re talking about???

yourusername: mhm sure osc sure

user14: osc 🥹

landonorris: i know where you live

yourusername: what is wrong with you?

landonorris: i’m outside your door

user15: it’s official, lando is killing yn so he can win more races

. . .

notes: thank you for requesting!! hope you don’t mind i used this for my redbull!reader au :)