#my landoscar heart just SCREAMED.

[iluvoscarpiastri]

boyfriend reveal 😔✋

this picture has altered my brain chemistry.

[ssentimentals]

f1 pairings as famous love tropes: lando norris x oscar piastri

guy next door (neighbours!AU)

'and if only you knew that everything you wanted was right next to you'

oscar was fine. his vision was blurry and the same sentence he read four times stubbornly refused to make any sense, his head felt like it weighted at least fifty pounds and his fingers trembled a bit but he was fine. (he stopped being embarrassed long time ago for how horribly wrong his 'getting ready for midterms' routine went. said routine consisted of him pulling all-nighters while trying to finish dozens of assignments, getting anxious about his scholarship and slupring unhealthy amount of ramen noodles while dozing off on the kitchen counter). so yeah, oscar's got everything under control and he was fine. or it would've been if it weren't for loud screaming from his new neighbour in ungodly hours.

oscar squints at the clock on the wall and rubs his eyes for a good measure just to make sure he's not making any mistakes, but no, it really is two in the morning and aggressive screaming from the other side of the wall still continues. (for an hour now, oscar counted. he's mildly impressed, if anything). and see, oscar is not one to go and pick up fights. he's calm, minds his own business most of the time and has occassional rage moments here and there, nothing inadequate. and usually he'd ignore any kind of noise disturbance because he can sleep through anything, but right now? his fingers are itching with desire to punch something, strangled scream of frutration is stuck somewhere in his throat and this stupid essay on aerodynamics just really doesn't want to go anywhere after first two hundred words and oscar is scaringly close to throw his laptop out of the window. and as he's got no money for new laptop, which only frustrates him even more, he decides for a second best option - go and talk (read: fight, release his frustration) with his new neighbour. with determination he usually reserves for learning padel, he gets out of his flat and takes exactly five steps before coming face to face with the door. oscar knocks twice to be polite but when these knocks get ignored, he bangs on the door with renewed force, gritting his teeth in annoyance.

'hey, listen-' oscar starts in a clipped tone as soon as the door opens and promptly shuts his mouth, staring down at his new neighbour.

he's not what i imagined, is the first thought that crosses his mind but in reality oscar never really thought about his neighbour much. they never crossed paths and well, oscar never thought he'd meet someone like...that. green eyes stare back at him and tiredness that swims in them is all too familiar for oscar. bouncy curls in a haphazard mess and slouched pose with a definite tense line of shoulders make oscar pause. first of all, this guy is also a student, this despair in the gaze is reserved only for those who go through hell called midterms. second, they apparently go to same uni if his rumpled t-shirt with uni's name is anything to go by. which means they're on the same schedule midterms wise, which means-

'are you...' oscar clears his throat, changing his tone to a more neutral one because he has sympathy for any fellow student and because the guy is well, cute. if your type of cute is 'lost puppy who needs saving', that is. 'are you stress gaming at two in the morning?'

the guy in question blinks and rubs tiredly at his eyes. he tries to stiffle a yawn and while doing so barely manages to stay upright, ending up leaning on the wall for support. he pouts a little and oh. unfortunately, oscar's type is exactly 'lost puppy who needs saving' kind of cute. 'i, um,' he starts and it seems hard for him to form a coherent sentence at first, which in turn makes him frown. 'fuck. sorry, what again? i'm kind of-'

'out of it?' oscar suggests. 'mate, it's two in the morning and you're screaming something about some turns and laps. i live here,' he points to his own apartment and looks back, 'and i hear everything very clearly.'

it takes few seconds but oscar can practically see how his words reach the guy's brain and how realization sinks in. that's the cue for 'o' shaped mouth and regret on the face with pouty lips again. 'fucking hell, i'm so sorry. i just got so stressed and needed to get my mind out of that stupid exam before i set my apartment on fire and gaming's the best option,' he huffs, running his hands through his hair in frustration. 'i kind of lost track of time. clearly.'

his tone is dry and lacks any warmth, but his apologies bleed with sincerity and his eyes are big and almond shaped and despite redness that took over, they are so, so green that oscar's anger deflates like balloon. he gets is, just like probably any other student. if anything, guy in front of him looks even worse than he does and that really says something because oscar knows exactly in what horrible state he is at the moment.

'i'm really sorry mate,' his neighbour continues, sighing in defeat. 'i'll finish it up right now and you won't hear a thing again, i promise.' he then focuses on somewhere at the area of oscar's chest and even moves closer for inspection. 'is that a noodle on your t-shirt?'

oscar follows his gaze and ah. 'yes, it is.' he states and grabs stuck noodle n his t-shirt and promptly chunks it to the bin on his left. and because it's the best moment for it, as soon as he turns, he extends his hand in a greeting. 'i'm oscar, by the way.'

'lando,' guy - lando - says and dwarfs his hand in a firm handshake. 'sorry again. i kinda thought i'm all alone on this floor, it's always so quiet from your side.'

and - is he trying to strike up a conversation? oscar squints at him, trying to get a good read out of the guy in front. he came with a selfish intention to let out all his frustration on the poor guy but now he hovers awkwardly next to his door, unsure of how to proceed. there's friendly glint in those green eyes behind all the tiredness and oscar's mind is too slow right now to be adept for social cues. he should probably go now, but his mouth decides to blurt out: 'we go to the same uni' instead and his legs act like they are stuck on the place.

'oh really?' the whole 'lost puppy' thing gets turned to 'excited puppy' and oscar marvels at the sheer energy, because lando is barely standing upright but still manages to be sincerely excited. 'which year? which course? are you also getting ready for those stupid midterms? are you-' he stops and bites his lower lip, looking up at oscar with apologetic glance again. 'i totally disturbed your studying sessions, didn't i? i'm so sorry-'

'so you've said,' oscar interrupts, not unkindly but a bit more forcefully, so hopefully lando will get that he doesn't want to hear any more apologies. 'i'm in my second year, studying-'

'you wanna come in?' lando jumps and when oscar's face does this weird thing when both eyebrows stick together and sides of his mouth turn downwards, he quickly adds: 'unless standing here is more of your thing? i can bring chairs.' when oscar doesn't immediately answer, lando strikes with a king card: 'i've got food.'

oscar blinks. 'food?'

lando nods seriously. 'real one, too. not cup noodles.' at oscar's eyebrow raise, he chuckles. 'no offence mate, but i've got chicken teriyaki.'

oscar whistles lowly at that, his stomach grumbling just from the thought of it. 'living lavishly, i see.'

lando huffs a short laugh at that and his smile makes oscar feel a bit better for some reasons he is not ready to address. rubbing selfconsciously at the back of his neck, lando stares at oscar with a mixture of embarrassment and hope. 'is this too random? you can tell me to fuck off, sorry, i think i'm really out of it.'

lando continues to ramble about how his mind is not working well, but oscar quickly realizes that he doesn't look like seeing this look on lando. this 'i am so stupid' kind of look, which is such a drastic change to his excitement just minutes before - oscar very much prefers his neighbour with shiny eyes and lips quirked up in a cat-like shape than this. maybe this is the reason or maybe his mind joined lando's somewhere in the pit of this ground, but he takes one step forward, effectively cutting off lando's rambling. 'i hope you know what you agreed to, because i'm a starving engineer student and i will eat that chicken teriyaki without ounce of shame.'

at first he blinks in shock, but then lando recovers instantly, smiling widely and stepping back to let oscar in. as they level and their shoulders brush (or more, lando's shoulder brushes somewhere a little beneath oscar's shoulder, which he notes pleasantly), oscar feels two things: how the tight feeling in his chest disappeared and how actually tired he is. with brain-to-mouth filter gone, he mutters: 'just to be clear, i usually do not take invitations from cute random strangers at two am to eat their chicken teriyaki. i have much more dignity when i'm not sleep deprived.'

lando is very expressive, oscar realizes. his face comes with subtitles that are very easy to read and when his mouth curls up and eyes shine with mirth, oscar somehow knows he fucked up. 'lando norris, forth year, business major. not a stranger anymore, am i? just a cute neighbour.'

there's not even energy left in him to get shy, so oscar simply stays silently and comes in. he has no time to take a good look around, because lando's big hand is suddenly at his back, guiding him towards the kitchen, which smells heavenly. with salivated mouth he watches how lando heats up his plate and yawns loudly, forgetting to close his mouth. it's all a bit surrealistic, if oscar is honest, but the food definitely is very real and smells very good right in front of him. he's not the most social guy and even though he knows it'd be good for him to keep conversation going, all he manages is an honest: 'there's a high chance of me falling asleep somewhere between the second and third bite.'

he expects a lot of things, but lando's soft smile is not it. 'i can work with that,' is all he says, handing him fork with a knife.

and maybe it's supposed to be very weird and it probably is very weird, but oscar relaxes completely in the unfamiliar kitchen of a ten minute earlier met neighbour, eating delicious chicken and doing so in a comfortable silence. it definitely shouldn't feel this good or like he's doing this for hundredth time, but it does and oscar is too tired to logic his way out of this. lando next to him looks like way more relaxed too and it's a win, oscar thinks. when lando turns at him and smiles, muttering: 'tea?', looking at oscar like he likes having him here, like maybe he doesn't want oscar to go and is happy that they are neighbours, oscar thinks it's a win for both of them.

a/n: whoa, first ever f1 post *claps myself on the back*. after over a year writing for kpop only, this definitely feels a bit different, but good different. let me know how it went, please 🥺 if it's good, i'll be moving on to other pairings (thinking pierre x yuki or dan x max next!) and please come say hi and suggest your own pairings/love tropes! - nini

if someone here likes kpop group seventeen, then my writing list for them is here

writing list for f1 is here

p.s. this is heavily inspired by my favorite fic ever 'the condominium community committee' by @jusst-you-race so check it out!!

[pastryfication]

hungary ‘24 | landoscar

pairing: lando norris x gf!reader x oscar piastri

content warnings: me getting out my frustrations about the race 😝 also not proofread!! and maybe a bit weird bc i’ve never written poly before i’m sorry

you were pissed to say the least. this was supposed to be an amazing weekend; you had cleared your calendar, getting the whole weekend off to come support your boyfriends in hungary, and this was how it turned out?

the weekend had started amazing, a 1-2 start for your boys who were both beaming with happiness when you got home to the hotel later. laying between them in bed while they were practically buzzing with excitement for the race was incredible.

the race turning out how it did wasn’t incredible, though . . .

race day had dawned bright and clear. the paddock had buzzed with energy, the air filled with the scent of fuel and the sound of engines revving. you had been standing on the grid, watching the final preparations. lando, starting on pole, had been grinning beneath his helmet, his eyes sparkling with determination. oscar, right beside him in second, exuded a calm confidence that belied his nerves. you had exchanged encouraging words with both, wishing them good luck with the usual pre race kisses.

as the lights went out, the roar of the crowd was drowned out by the scream of twenty engines launching forward.

everything had gone downhill from there.

lando’s bad start, the teams terrible decisions, and finally the call to let oscar pass by lando.

“lando, let oscar through," came the message over the team radio. you watched the screens, holding your breath, waiting for lando to comply. but he didn't. he only pushed harder. lap after lap, he stayed ahead, ignoring the increasingly urgent requests from the pit wall and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

the tension was almost palpable, and when lando finally relented, it was with visible reluctance.

oscar reclaimed the lead, driving flawlessly to the chequered flag, securing his first f1 victory and the garage exploded in celebration. you rushed to congratulate him, your heart bursting with joy for his achievement, almost forgetting the drama on the track in favour of the pure proudness you felt.

you could cry of happiness right then and there. your excitement certainly made up for your boyfriends lack thereof, but there was an undercurrent of unease. lando's face was a mask of forced smiles and tight-lipped politeness. he joined in the celebrations, but his enthusiasm was clearly strained. on the podium, he walked right past oscar, starting his spray on lewis in favour of his best friend. his teammate. his lover. you wanted to stay neutral. you always stayed neutral when it came to track drama, but the light flicker of hurt you saw in the australian’s eyes broke your heart.

later, in the motorhome, the atmosphere was tense. you sat between lando and oscar, trying to bridge the gap. lando was brooding, his silence heavy with unspoken words, while oscar was trying to remain gracious, though his patience was wearing thin. you were in a dilemma. keep the spirit high to celebrate oscar or comfort lando who so clearly needed it? in the end, you chose to address the elephant in the room.

"lando, what's going on?" you asked gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

he shrugged it off, avoiding your gaze as he pushed himself further into the couch. "nothing. just tired."

oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "come on, lando. you know it was the right call. the team made the decision, and you should've respected it."

lando's eyes flashed with anger. "easy for you to say! you weren't the one ordered to give up a position. i was leading!"

"you were leading because of a mistake." oscar shot back, surprisingly aggressive. "it wasn't earned on track, and you know it."

"guys, please," you interjected, trying to calm the rising tempers. "this is supposed to be a happy moment. oscar won his first race. can't we just . . . celebrate that?"

lando's shoulders slumped, his expression softening slightly. "it just . . . it stings, you know?"

oscar nodded, his frustration easing. "i get it. but we're a team, lan. we need to support each other, especially in moments like this."

you turned to hug lando tightly, feeling his tension melt away. "i know it's hard, but you can’t be mad at oscar. be mad at the team. it was their fault. not yours. not oscar’s. the team’s. let's celebrate oscar's win properly without your brooding."

lando took a deep breath, then nodded. "you're right. i'm so sorry, osc. congrats. you really deserved it."

oscar quickly smiled, relief washing over him, joining the hug to hold both of you close to him. "thank you. we're both going to have more chances to win."

the three of you stood there for a moment, the weight of the day's events lifting. finally, lando broke into a genuine smile. "alright, let's go celebrate. oscar's buying the first round."

laughter filled the room, and the tension dissipated completely. lando leapt forward to envelope oscar in another hug that was enthusiastically returned and you smiled at the sight.

the rest of the evening was filled with joy, camaraderie, and the shared thrill of victory, as you clinked glasses and toasted to oscar's success’s. he deserved to celebrate, and celebrate you were gonna do.

[nyoomfruits]

Ok what we need is for Lando to have watched the podcast with Nicole and to start ripping on Oscar for all his goofy kid stuff and Oscar gets a little bit huffy and Lando’s like “babe, you’re the cutest ever”

oh my god please lando pre relationship landoscar and lando is just listening to this podcast feeling like he needs to scream because??? why the FUCK does he find this so cute oh no???? oh my god??? also him hearing the bit about how oscar doesn't really voice his worries even if his heart rate SPIKED (the bit about where his mum had a tumble with her bike) and suddenly. things start making so much sense to lando lmao

[wisteriagoesvroom]

iiiii think u should write smth heart wrenching. smth awfully sad. like idk. landoscar are robbing toto wolffs massive mansion and one of them get SHOT. but no dying ofc. thats too sad. but a normal level of heart wrenching.

the water sprinkler goes off with a boom. “NAUR!!!!” oscar screams. his crime partner falls to the floor with a shriek, dark brown curls already plastered flat against his forehead.

gold jewellery and a big tube of top secret papers labelled “how to make mercedes great again” rolls, clicky clacky along the tiles.

lando's always been scared of water. he makes an utter scene, spluttering and spitting on the floor and probably waking half the mansion. oscar thinks he has about 6 minutes before susie herself shows up with a f1 academy car and her immaculate bob to run them over. oscar refuses to be written up in the australian tabloids as “f1 driver whose cause of death was getting run over by toto’s wife” so he motivates himself to keep going and finish the job.

oscar uses magical plot-assisted powers to retrieve the jewellery and the papers and uses plot-necessary bluetooth technology (a pin shaped like a papaya) to turn off the water sprinklers.

oscar ignores lando’s vocal protests and fireman-carries lando out of the mansion. “NOOOOO” oscar hears toto shout, howling in an austrian accent to the moon.

later oscar passes lando a big orange towel. osc radios zak and says “i did it. i got us some additional sponsorship money.” osc is not sure how he is going to find a shop that will let him sell the austrian jewels without asking questions. he is pretty sure this is beyond his pay grade but it's fine because he wants to do well for the team. meanwhile zak says “good job im gonna keep sitting at my laptop and doing ceo things now.” osc says “cool please don’t send me on a mission with this lando idiot again.”

lando sits at the steps of their safehouse looking like a drowned cat. lando is smiling despite the chaotic AF events. osc doesn’t like that he finds this endearing.

later, osc asks lando: “why did you pull on the alarm that is clearly marked ALARM. i literally can’t take you anywhere.”

and lando replies “cos i knew you would rescue me of course 🥰🥰”

———————————

(sorry i massacred your prompt and made it a shitpost, but the idea of them tag teaming to rob toto and kind of failing was just too funny to pass up.)

and the only other heartwrenching options that came up in my head for this were (i) lando’s DJ console breaks (ii) oscar is told that due to scheduling issues he cannot go back to australia for five years (iii) neither of them wins the WDC for the next 10 years but somehow mazepin returns to haas and they watch him do so due to an unprecedented level of f1 bribery, bad luck, or some other related insane turn of events. but never say never 'cus the FIA is involved and all.

[coff33andb00ks]

hello!

💖 a fic you read you recently loved and why!

🤪 wild card! ramble about something!

from the asks game :) -- wiz

wiz my darling hiii ive been loving the oscar dog discourse pls continue 🙏

💖- a fic you read you recently loved and why!

!! Oooo I suck so bad because I'll read and love something and immediately forget about it. does my own stuff count bc I read rule breaker last night--

Oh! Misunderstood With a Heart of Gold by @harrysfolklore !!! I love a good max fic. I read it again after the Vegas gp and ugh so good.

🤪 - wild card! ramble about something!

I want to write landoscar again. I wrote the one thing (or was it two?) and it was so fun diving into it but I didn't again and idk why? they're probably my favourite ship on the grid (followed closely by lestappen and chestappen and norstappen and wait I'm beginning to see a pattern) so why don't I write them?! mayhaps I've just fallen into the heteronormative fic hole and need to climb my way out

but they're so easy to write and read and love because they can fit into any genre. lando this season has been very angst coded ergo he needs the calm collected osc to ground him and remember his worth. the fluff writes itself practically anytime mclaren makes a social media post. and the smut?!?! I've written exactly one paragraph of it but it's probably my favourite smut I've ever written... and then when I as a baby f1 fan dive into the backstory of oscar being obsessed a fan of lando for years before they met and now they're teammates like the whole fated soulmates of it all? and don't get me started on the little moments in interviews that scream we have a plethora of inside jokes and shared memories that just beg to be written...

Fuck it I'm writing landoscar ig

[its-all-papaya]

FIC WRITER INTERVIEW

ty for the tag @bright-and-burning booping u like a tumblr cat paw

How many works do you have on AO3?

uhhhh six if you count the lestappen i put on anon and the comp thing that's just a collection of kiss prompt fills that did not become their own fics

What's your total AO3 word count?

35,045

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

even if it ends (460)

anybody, nowhere (319)

the devil in me (310)

gentle with the ache (236) i am this fic's deadbeat dad like i'm not going to pretend i didn't write it but you can only interact with it if ur gonna be nice bc it makes me want to scream cry & throw up

the hollow hereafter (217)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i literally respond to every single comment ! if i don't know what to say i will think of something ! comments literally keep me alive. like i joke about writing for attention but genuinely the thought of receiving comments and reblog tags is what keeps me going on my wip's. i have the biggest praise kink that has EVER existed and god knows nobody is praising me for anything ever in my real life, so i gotta take what i can get. it's insane that real people read my words and have enough thoughts about them to like... type those thoughts out. so i must thank every individual person with a heart and a virtual kiss on their head.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

even if it ends for suuuure. i had people threatening self-harm in the ao3 bookmarks of that one in a loving way, and that's without even knowing about the rich inner life that i didn't expand on the way i originally planned to. in my brain, oscar has already decided to leave mclaren by the time the events of that fic happen bc their teammateship has gotten so self-destructive, so lando's "you can't stay" and oscar's "i know, but i want to anyway" is so much more knife-to-the-heart than y'all even realize.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

uh. i don't really want to count the kiss prompts because they don't really exist to me as fic, so... anybody, nowhere i guess? the devil in me is not NOT happy. can i cheat and say dad lando even though it doesn't actually exist yet?

Do you write crossovers?

no jesus christ i can barely write characters outside of oscar and lando (and apparently max fewtrell according to like two people). adding in even MORE variables is making me nauseous just thinking about it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

"hate" is a strong word but there is a reason that my lestappen is on anon now.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do write it sometimes, but not very successfully (glaring at u lestappen garbage). i have two landoscar wip's that are basically pwp, but i just don't really think i'm good at smut, so idk if they'll ever go anywhere for real. the pacing is simply so impossible to me. like how soon is too soon to have an orgasm. also like 90% of my writing is just knockoff versions of my own emotions from various points, and so as someone who only hooks up with people for reasons not really related to actually getting off, i find it really really hard to write the build-up and come-down from smut WHILE ALSO really struggling with the actual acts. like what are normal people's brains doing before during and after making someone come? bc i guarantee it is not what my brain does. it just doesn't really compute unfortunately.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think my fics have existed long enough to be stolen tbh.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i wrote literally millions of words while roleplaying in any number of ships back in the day.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

i think probably steve/bucky of the marvel universe? i don't really fw it much at this exact moment because endgame literally ruined my life for a bit, but that's probably the ship i've enjoyed the most over the years.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

honestly all of my wip's outside of dad lando and that nutcracker thing i'm definitely not writing shhh. I will fight shave fic eventually i think. the wip that's absolutely never getting finished the most securely is the fake dating thing based on that kiss prompt i filled in like july. like it's a 50k concept that i have like 5k worth of motivation for.

What are your writing strengths?

um. i think just, like. prose that sounds nice? i think i did a good job putting readers inside of lando's head in anybody, nowhere, so i'd say i'm occasionally good at translating emotion/headspace too. actually i'll go ahead and say that about all of my published landoscar, because i think that's even if it ends' strength too. dad lando is less that way, but it has other things going for it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i'm really really mean to myself, so it's hard to pick just one. i'm bad at writing characters distinctly i think. like i just make them do things based on what feels good in my brain and just hope that y'all don't think they're OOC, but whenever i stop to think "what would oscar say here?" it's like... blank. bc i don't know. and it's really MUCH worse with everyone outside of landoscar. i also don't think my pacing is very good and i get hung up on details people won't care about and also i have a compulsive need to make EVERYTHING a metaphor. i'm going to stop there bc insecurity isn't very cute but i also over-edit and introduce too many threads and i could literally go on all night

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i don't honestly see the point? because either you provide a translation, which defeats the purpose, or you don't, which makes it a secret for some readers but NOT the ones who speak the language in question. i'm spoiled by native-english-speakers landoscar as my primary ship, but i think if i ever wanted to write a convo between like. charles and pierre, ig, i would just write it in english and be like "they said in french" afterwards of smthn, idk. i think the only time i've written in not-english is that lestappen "after a long wait" kiss prompt and it was like a language device (haha) and not dialogue.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

i've only ever published on ao3 for F1. way way back i used to fill prompts on tumblr for one direction, which was the first fandom content of any kind that i wrote. the first actual fanfic i ever typed into a word document was finnpoe from the star wars sequel trilogy. so depends how you wanna define!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

i got really really spooked by my lestappen adventure because it actually broke my brain for a bit, so now i'm scared to write anything but landoscar. i think the most likely non-landoscar ship i'd write is maxiel, probably? i saw them across the bar and loved their vibe. daniel feels kind of impossible for me to write though so idk if i ever will.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

anybody, nowhere i think, because i think it's the most complete thing i've done. i also really love how even if it ends turned out too, which is crazy bc i haaaaated it mid-writing process. i think it feels really like... i don't know. gritty? messy in a way that makes it authentic? idk how to describe. i think even if it ends has my favorite characterizations i've written for both lando AND oscar. but anybody, nowhere is my firstborn and i treasure her, so. yeah. tie, maybe.

tagging @fear8not1 (i know ur like. not on tumblr. but in case u would like to) and @volantium !!

[babybulls15]

Heyho hello, I am Mia and I have finally accepted my fate! 🤪

After living in denial for the longest time, I have finally accepted the fact, that my random fandom sideblog has slowly but surely turned into my F1 RPF blog.

And because this is also where I promote my own writing, it might be time to actually introduce myself.

So here we go, I guess...

💫About Me💫

There's actually not very much to be said about me specifically.

I'm Mia (on the internet at least ;D) and I run this Tumblr account, thx byee :))

jk, here are some Tumblr-relevant facts about me:

🙆‍♀️ I'm a cis woman, going by she/her pronouns

💬 I speak English, German, French and a bit of Spanish (I don't tag posts language-specific, though)

⌛ I started my fandom journey on Wattpad and am now very happy to have deboarded that particular train for Tumblr xD

💻 I actually don't have any other social media, because I'm very susceptible to doom-scrolling (but I want memes, so I'm very thankful for Tumblr and my saviour the chronological dash lmao)

❤️ my offline hobbies include but are not limited to: reading, writing, singing, music, photography, knitting, Magic: The Gathering, nature (whatever that means)

📚 I am an indiscriminate enjoyer of all things written down, whether it be traditionally published books, comics or fanfiction

✏️ I wrote some fanfic in my teenage years, switched to poetry for a while, before coming back to long-form fandom writing

🏎️ I've always been really into motor sports of any kind, but kept it mostly offline and regional, F1 has only recently been added to the list and I am actually very surprised by how much I enjoy it (it also managed to get me over my almost decade long writers block so I think I will stay for a bit)

⁉️ Although I am an advocate for Don't like it, don't read it!, I recognize that sometimes it's not that easy. I myself have clear boundaries of what I am and am not comfortable seeing. Therefore, although I do post F1 on my main blog, I've decided to keep the rpf-side of things confined to this sideblog.

💌 I am always delighted to meet new people and make new friends, so if you want to chat, please don't hesitate to send me a DM or an ask!! <3333

💫About this blog💫

Drivers I support a bit more than the others:

🦁 MV1

🌶️ CS55

👑 LH44

💚 NH27

🐨 OP81

I don't hate anyone, these are just the ones I care/post about the most. :))

Posts about particular drivers are mostly tagged with a shorthand just like in the list. :)

Ships that live in my head rent free:

🦁🌶️ Versainz (hence the url ;))

🦁👑 4433

🦁🚗 Lestappen

🌶️🧡 Carlando

🦁🦡 Maxiel

👑👱 Brocedes

🌶🐨 Carcar

🧡🐨 Landoscar

and whatever else tickles my fancy :))

My own two cents are organized like this:

✨ #mia screams into the void but in a different direction for original posts

✨ #mia throws writing into the void for my writing (can also be found on Ao3)

✨ #oh don't go breaking my heart for all the heart-break

✨ #wtf did i just witness for all the mind-break

✨ #oh…oh no for all things 'this is very funny but also wtf people'

✨️ #insane. the lot of them for 20 millionaires going vroom vroom in circles every second weekend being absolute menaces to society

✨️ #lights out and away we meme for...well...memes

✨️ #braking news and griddy rumours for newsies, silly season shenanigans and all other season-related stuff

✨️ #*write write write* for general fandom and writing related posts/memes

✨️ #artsy for anything art (drawings, writing, edits, gifs, ...)

✨️ #smiley (っ´ω`c)♡ for smiley people (mostly Max lol)

I might come up with some more things to differentiate between stuff.

If you have read this far I am very grateful! Thank you for giving me the time of day, I am so glad you exist! (also pls come and chat with me if you want) 🥰🥰

[maxlarens]

alrightttt okay okay alright so i actually need to convince everyone on tumblr dot com to read this

i felt giddy reading this forreal,

"Just for that–" You slap more brightly colored money in front of Oscar - Oscar has to be the banker he's the most honest one among us - and grab a hotel to replace the house. "Suffer."

omg the bickering is EVERYTHING. its so landoscar and this is basically exactly how i play monopoly— with lots of spite and hate in my heart😭 gah the way u write it makes me mushy inside. just the three of them hanging out together is sooo🤭😌😣

"Loser cleans up," you remind Oscar and he groans as he gives you a kiss then begins picking up the mess.

OUGHH DOMESTIC!!!!! I LOVE IT SOO MUCH!!!

"Let me see... Golfing with a bunch of men versus beach time with my best friends…" You him thoughtfully, squealing when loops an arm around you.

i can imagine this so easily🥺 him just grabbing you and hauling u towards him AUGH.

"That can't be right. Me and Osco are your best friends," he says.

😵‍💫lando landoooo omg. lando who treasures his friends so much because he never really had friends like that until later on in his life. being kinda jealous and protective and not wanting to be without you🥺

"I'll miss you too." And you will. This season you've grown closer to him. Literally, considering he finally talked you - and Oscar - into moving to Monaco. But also figuratively. You're just as rough on yourself as he is on himself, and with all the macho bravado that surrounds you every race week, it's nice to have someone who understands your being upset over missing out on a podium due to your own failings as a driver, your miscommunication with the team. It's rarer to have someone who understands shouldering the blame of the team's missteps – if I was better at this, they would trust my judgment but I'm not so they don't and that means—

OKAY I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS AS WELL. ooogh he just wants u and oscar in his pocket😵‍💫 and also the stuff about how lando feels soo deeply. augh and its easy to talk to him about things because he’s not really trying to hide his feelings. he just lets them be😣

It's tentative and new and so fucking scary but he gives you a soft kiss. Not your first with him, but it still makes your heart do that weird little flutter that it's only ever done with one other person.

this fits my established relationship with oscar and adding lando agenda 🤭 it’s so perfect. he’s just there there there all the time and he’s so unavoidable that you just HAVE to fall in love with him as well.

"Oh of course he's going for the bottom, man loves to be at the bottom," Oscar mutters to you and Lando's giggling, covering his face with his hands as the tower collapses.

I SCREAMED

omg okay. well HELLO i need landoscar x reader from u again. it made me all giggly and blushy🥰 and with driver!reader as well UGH this was so so sooo perfect viv. loved it, like i love everything u write. and thank you again for being soo soo lovely and doing this for me it’s made me so happy and i’ve had such a great day because of you😣💝

world around us

summary: you're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter's night word count: 1k pairing: lando norris x oscar piastri x driver!reader (lilli. it's lilli) warnings: just pure fluff, slightly suggestive language(?) a.n.: final installation of my I need Lilli to have an amazing birthday series! this is once again for @maxlarens HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILLI MY LOVE!!! playlist: completely unhinged songs that fit the vibe

"No no no no no no no! You can't do that! You fuckin' muppet!"

Oscar mirrors your eye roll as Lando protests you placing a house on one of your properties. "She owns it though?" he says tentatively.

Lando scoffs, snatching up the guide and snapping it open. "The rules say–"

"I refuse to follow rules when you rolled twice so you wouldn't go to jail," you say with a huff, snatching the guide from him.

"I had to! One of the dice landed on the floor!"

"Oh but when we play golf I have to play no matter where my ball lands?"

"Yes." Lando gives you a look of disbelief, as though the idea of breaking a golfing rule is akin to murder. "It's not my fault you can't hit a ball straight."

"Just for that–" You slap more brightly colored money in front of Oscar - Oscar has to be the banker he's the most honest one among us - and grab a hotel to replace the house. "Suffer."

Lando groans, throwing up his hands. "You're cheating. I hate games night."

Oscar's grin shifts and he begins to chuckle. "We could play Trivial Pursuit?"

"No," Lando whines, picking up the dice to take his turn. "That game makes me feel stupid."

"Uno?" you suggest sweetly.

"No, we'll finish this. Capitalism is good to me, I'll make a comeback." Lando nods to himself as he shakes the dice. "Just shut up so I can focus."

And then, twenty minutes later–

"What d'you mean I owe you double the rent?!"

The rules are checked - well this is fucking bullshit - and he counts out all of his money to pay up. Suddenly capitalism sucks and he's clinging to his one property block and his cash like they're his lifeline.

You'll never know how (he probably cheated) but he wins. Monopoly money rains down as he celebrates and you fall back with laughter when Oscar flips the board in disgust.

You love games night. The silly playlist Lando put together plays, Disney movies play, muted, on the tv, and you've got them.

Lando and Oscar. Your biggest rivals on the track and your closest friends off. You're celebrating Oscar's first win this week now that summer break is here, enjoying the lazy days before you each take off in different directions to visit family and recuperate from an exhausting first half of the season.

"Loser cleans up," you remind Oscar and he groans as he gives you a kiss then begins picking up the mess. Lando's singing along to the latest country song he's obsessed with - Is it your heart or mine? Is it whiskey or wine? Is it somethin' in the night Makin' us wanna cross that line? - and he follows you into the kitchen to get more drinks.

"You sure you don't want to come along with me?" he asks, reaching around you to get a beer from the fridge.

"Let me see... Golfing with a bunch of men versus beach time with my best friends…" You him thoughtfully, squealing when loops an arm around you.

"That can't be right. Me and Osco are your best friends," he says.

"Let me rephrase. Best women friends."

He's holding you close, swaying a little to the song playing - you think Oscar's the one who added ABBA, or maybe it was you - and you smile a little as you sway with him. He hums songs without realizing it and it's one of his more endearing habits.

"But I'll miss you," he murmurs, tucking his chin on your shoulder.

"I'll miss you too." And you will. This season you've grown closer to him. Literally, considering he finally talked you - and Oscar - into moving to Monaco. But also figuratively. You're just as rough on yourself as he is on himself, and with all the macho bravado that surrounds you every race week, it's nice to have someone who understands your being upset over missing out on a podium due to your own failings as a driver, your miscommunication with the team. It's rarer to have someone who understands shouldering the blame of the team's missteps – if I was better at this, they would trust my judgment but I'm not so they don't and that means—

"Not getting sappy on me are you?" Lando teases.

"You started it," you mutter. Turning, you wrap your arms around him. "We can live a few weeks without each other."

"I mean… You'll text right? Call?" he asks softly.

"FaceTime too," you promise.

It's tentative and new and so fucking scary but he gives you a soft kiss. Not your first with him, but it still makes your heart do that weird little flutter that it's only ever done with one other person.

"Jenga?" Oscar calls from the living room and Lando perks up instantly, nearly knocking you down in his haste to get back to the only other person he's going to miss during break.

Jenga with your boys is impossible. They're too competitive, know too many things they can say that make the other break and send the blocks flying.

"Oh of course he's going for the bottom, man loves to be at the bottom," Oscar mutters to you and Lando's giggling, covering his face with his hands as the tower collapses.

The games are abandoned, and you're squished on the couch between them, Oscar's lips on your ear, Lando's head on your stomach as the three of you, tipsy and relaxed, begin making plans for the last days of break while a Studio Ghibli movie plays. It's not said by either of you, but you already know that the three of you will find each other long before the break is over.

The world is easier to bear when it's the three of you together. It's still new, still tentative, still scary as hell, but it feels oh so right.

[ssentimentals]

WHAT A RACE INDEED, BESTIE!!! 🎉

I feel like a proud mom because of Lando and Oscar (even though I’m older than them by only 1-2 years) and I was literally screaming “LET’S GO ALEX!!!”

Then I decided towards the end to stop watching the live leaderboard for a while because the race was getting intense;

SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I SAW THAT GEORGE WAS P3????!!!

i think it’s second time for george to get the podium bc someone else crashed? 😂 i LOVE how he’s just always minding his own business and it always works out in the best way for him lmaooooo

also my landoscar heart is so warm and full 🥹 i never asked but what are your ships in f1? if you have them ofc 💜