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[akawifeyy]

cologne | fic (OP81)

description: wanting to prank your boyfriend, oscar piastri, you decide to spritz some cologne on yourself.

tropes: prank, established relationship

face claim: none

trigger warnings: mentions of cheating, suggestive content, swearing

| note: it’s a bit late but i wrote this in honor of oscar’s CHINESE GP WIN 😮‍💨 my icon and legend

It was just half an hour before your boyfriend, Oscar Piastri, would arrive home from yet another grueling day of testing. The papaya McLaren he loved so much was sapping up all his energy, and you wished you could get the old Oscar back. You had the perfect idea — the two of you loved to prank each other, so maybe this would be the way to go?

Standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, you held the clear glass cologne bottle in your hand. It was your father’s, definitely not familiar enough for instant detection, but distinctly masculine.

You took a deep breath and gently sprayed, letting the smell waft over you. Eyes watering, you set it down, adjusting your shirt and plastering on an innocent expression.

Later, Oscar stumbled through the door, his eyes bleary with exhaustion. His muscles bunched with stress, but he looked at you just as lovingly as he did the first time he met you.

“Hello, darling,” he murmured. “I missed you.”

He pulled you in for a hug, arms cocooning you in his blissful warmth and comfort. A moment passed, and you felt him tense. Oscar pulled back, worry lining his face. “Y/N…What’s that smell?” He sniffed you again, confused. “Baby, I’m so — why do you smell like cologne?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You twirled around, walking into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. “I think you’re too sleep deprived.”

“No,” Oscar said, following behind you determinedly. “I swear…”

You rolled your eyes.

“Did you go somewhere? Was someone with you in the house?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “If there was, you can tell me. I won’t be mad. I just want the truth.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of the cool liquid and letting it settle in your stomach before responding. “No one was here.”

“Y/N, if you’re seeing someone, I’d like to know.”

You froze. “I’m not seeing anyone, Oscar. Jeez.”

“You smell like another man’s cologne, you’ve been home alone while I’ve been away, and you’re really trying to gaslight me? I’m sorry, but I think I deserve to be a little concerned.” Oscar crossed his arms, staring at you with a cold expression. “I’m working hard to provide us with a life, and you could be sneaking around, with someone else? It hurts, Y/N.”

You scoffed, hackles rising. “So you’re calling me a slut? Saying that I’m lying? Fuck you, Oscar.”

“Woah, Y/N, I never said that,” Oscar shot back, voice edged with tension. You knew he hated arguments. “I’m just worried.”

“I’m not fucking another man.” You stormed away from him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Oscar.”

“Then why do you smell like another man?”

You threw your hands up in the air. “I don’t know.”

“That’s not good enough of an answer.” Oscar rubbed his hand across his face, clearly fed up. “I want to believe you, but…”

Incapable of keeping the prank going, because you knew doing so was the wrong thing to do, you huffed. “It was a prank.”

Oscar’s mouth opened as he processed what you had said. “Pardon me, darling?”

“It’s my father’s cologne.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, baby. I’m sorry for yelling at you, and accusing you of things you didn’t do.” Oscar stepped close to you, kissing you on your forehead. “I just love you, is all, and I thought… I thought maybe you didn’t love me anymore. That I wasn’t enough.”

You pouted. “You’re perfect, Oscar.”

“Sure.” He kissed you again, his hand resting on your jaw. “I really hope you think so.”

“I know so.”

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

(me the past week...)

hello everyone! just popping in really quick to say that i am, in fact, alive. i'm praying that i'll be able to post another fic later this week. i have been so busy with uni that all my creativity has been drained. but! have no fear. i have quite a few ideas swirling around in my brain that i believe you will all enjoy (maybe? 😭)

love you all. hoping you are all well <3

[akawifeyy]

kimi antonelli🧎‍♀️

KIMI ANTONELLI Drive To Survive | 7.03 — Looking Out for Number 1

[akawifeyy]

i love this idea!

I made an F1blr version of the 2025 boards feel to use and fill out, let's get to know each other before the season starts!

[akawifeyy]

london boy | fic (OB87)

description: a short idea for a story about ollie bearman.

tropes: meet cute, strangers, teenage love

face claim: none

trigger warnings: minor swearing, suggestive content

| note: i pray that i will regain motivation to write longer fics & smaus again

imagine sitting on a double decker bus, impatiently waiting to arrive at your father’s new flat, just weeks after your parents’ divorce was finalized. sitting beside you, his eyes closed and his head bobbing to the sound of the music drifting from his airpods, is ollie bearman. he’s around the same age as you, curly brown hair and gangly limbs all stretched out, even though there isn’t much space on the bus. you’re looking out the window, wishing you could just jump out of it and be free.

then he taps you on the shoulder, waking you from whatever reverie you’re in. he introduces himself, shaking your hand, and you’re taken aback. he seems so… down to earth. so kind. so different than the other boys in your year, who objectify the girls and make derogatory comments from the back of the classroom.

when he asks you to come off the bus with him, to explore london, you agree. all rhyme and reason leaves you, as he tugs your hand and pulls you through the labyrinthine streets.

he shows you his family’s café, and his favorite bookstore, and the streets he used to roam with his best friends. each place reveals more about him, until eventually, the sun dips below the horizon. reluctantly, you break the spell, checking your phone and answering your parents’ hundred frantic texts.

with a quick hug, and a promise of a thousand sweet nothings, you part. his phone number is tucked away safely, and you promise to contact him as soon as you get to your father’s flat.

that one day, spent together, is a memory you’ll treasure forever. it’s something you’ll think back on fondly, and use as a conversation starter, a fun little tidbit.

ollie is the embodiment of something unattainable, a fantasy. what if? and your if only. years pass, and eventually, your texts fade, calls becoming less frequent, promises broken more often.

soon, you think you’ll never see him again, and your connection will be erased.

but you see him, in the most unexpected of places: a formula one race. he wasn’t one to keep secrets, but it was obvious that this was a part of his life that he wanted to keep private. you understood, even though the invisible slight hurt.

ollie was the handsome new rookie, a gamble, a risk. girls online are in love with him — with your ollie. you read all their comments on his social media posts, how they raved about him. it made cold, vicious jealousy bloom in your stomach.

when he sees you, standing in the corner of the paddock, too scared to approach him, he crosses the distance in three long strides, swallowing you up in a large hug. against your hair, his voice low and gravelly, he whispers, “fuck, how i’ve missed you.”

needless to say, the bond between you strengthens again, and you become inseperable. he takes you out on a date, catching up on the years spent in silence and apart. he drops you off at your hotel, kissing you and swearing that it’s not a permanent goodbye.

but instead, you pull him inside the room, unbuttoning your clothes and bringing him to the bed. that night, tangled up in a sweaty jumble of limbs and feverish lust, you realize that this was just the way it was meant to be.

you and ollie, together at long last.

[akawifeyy]

trauma | fic (OP81)

description: this is the transcription of the "trauma candy salad" trend you completed with your boyfriend, oscar piastri.

tropes: humor, slightly deranged characters, girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: discussion of traumatic events, violence, gore, swearing

| note: this trend is diabolical.

Y/N L/N: OK, I started the video. You first.

Oscar Piastri: Alright. (rubs hands like a maniacal villain) I'm Oscar. One time I ate dog food because I thought it looked tasty, and then I shit my pants while I was at school. And when someone pointed it out to me, I said it was chocolate. They didn't believe me, but I somehow convinced them to eat it, and they got a horrible stomach flu...and I got suspended. Anyways, I brought sour Skittles.

Y/N L/N: (dying of laughter) Oh my God, Oscar, you're horrible. OK...Hi, I'm Y/N, and I used to have a hamster that was very adventurous and active when I was five, so I put it in one of those rolling exercise balls to let it explore. And I accidentally forgot about him and went to my friend's house for a sleepover. But! He didn't die though...And I brought Airheads.

Oscar Piastri: Hello? (eyes widen in shock) And you say I'm the bad one! OK, so, when I did karting, I was in second place during a competition and I got really mad, so I crashed into their kart on purpose and they spun into the wall. And I brought Sour Patch.

Y/N L/N: Oscar...That's diabolical. OK, so, one time I was given a muffin in a clear plastic wrap, and I forgot that there's another layer to it. I took a bite out of it and (starts laughing) I swallowed it. The paper wrap too. While I was going through it with my stomach problems. It was disgusting. And I brought Laffy Taffy!

Oscar Piastri: No wonder you always have a stomachache! (snorts) OK, this is tamer... Kind of. I may have released some gas on public transport once and blamed it on the woman next to me, and she got kicked out. (laughs)

Y/N L/N: Help, I have tears flowing down my face. (wipes tears and shows camera) OK, OK, last one. It's really bad. You're going to judge me so hard for this. So, um, I wanted to bring my hamster to school because I was sad and lonely, and I put it in my pocket. And I carried it around all day, but eventually I forgot it was in my pocket...and I dropped it in the loo. And I brought gummy worms.

Oscar Piastri: (jaw drops) Oh my God, Y/N, I'm... (bursts out laughing) You have no right to act morally superior than me now! Oh my God.

Y/N L/N: (smiling, jazz hands) Anyways, that's it. Thank you for watching!

(video ends)

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

silly girl | smau (LN4)

description: the life of a comedian is full of laughter, but the biggest punchline? your experience with love.

tropes: chaos galore, he's obsessed with her, sunshine x sunshine, age gap (23 and 25), comedian!fem!reader

face claim: faith collins

trigger warnings: suggestive content, some mature jokes, swearing

| note: hehehe i love this fic 🫶

@ yourusername: dallas was incredible, i had the best time laughing with you all! a recorded video of tonight's show is posted at the link in my bio if you couldn't make it. see you next weekend in austin 😘

tagged: @ standupcomedy

comments (2567):

@ user1: Amazing shows! I went to Night 2 and I couldn't breathe, I was laughing so hard. Wish I bought tickets for the other two nights.

-> @ user2: sooo real, i got to see her in miami and i felt like my heart was going to explode from laughing

@ user3: Incredible job, so proud 💖

@ user4: Mother has fed us during this tour, I never want it to end

@ yourbffusername: SCREAMING CRYING, I love you SO much Y/N

@ f1: Just 3 more days until COTA! How are you gearing up for the Grand Prix?

tagged: @ mclaren, @ mercedes, @ redbullracing, & 6 more

comments (49584):

@ landonorris: Can't wait to be a cowboy again 🤠

@ user5: COTAAAA MY BELOVED

@ user6: so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@ user7: No because I'm actually a second away from crashing out because I just realized @ yourusername's show is at the same time as the Austin GP

-> @ user8: wait nonono you're joking 😭 i bought tickets too

10/19/25 at Y/N's Show (Transcript):

Y/N L/N: I feel like if I don't bring this up, the masses are going to come at me with pitchforks. (clearing throat) Today's a pretty big day in Austin. Um, Formula One is having its COTA Grand Prix.

Audience members: (whooping)

Y/N L/N: Yeah, looks like we have quite a few F1 fans in here. I'd kind of consider myself one, but please don't ask me what DRS stands for off the top of my head or what Ferrari's strategies are during races, because I wouldn't be able to tell you. But anyways, I found out that I scheduled this show at the same time as the GP.

Audience member: (loud yelling noise)

Y/N L/N: (breaks down laughing) Yep, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. But I totally get it. Seeing a bunch of rich, hot men drive around in circles? Like, aw man, where did my pants go? I swear they were just on. (continues giggling) Seriously, though, some of those drivers? It should be illegal how attractive they are. Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris. Oh God, don't even get me started on Lando Norris.

Y/N L/N: (eyes widen dramatically) I never liked brunettes or Englishmen, but he might just make me change my mind.

Interview with Lando Norris (2025):

Interviewer: Have you seen the clips from Y/N L/N's most recent comedy show here in Austin?

Lando Norris: (laughs) Yes, I heard about it!

Interviewer: Thoughts?

Lando Norris: She's very funny. I like her sense of humor. But as for relationships, I have to focus on my racing, so I can't get distracted. Sorry!

10/20/25 at Y/N's Show (Transcript):

Y/N L/N: So... Yesterday's show. (makes popping sound with lips) Some of y'all, I feel like I need to ban you – and before you boo, let me explain why. I made jokes about Formula One drivers, and how hot they are, and a select few of you decided to out me? (mock gasp)

Y/N L/N: Yeah, I know! Fucking Lando Norris was interviewed about me! Isn't that insane? This ultra-rich motor sport driver was asked about some redhead girl who yaps for a living. And he called me funny? I need to put this on my resume.

Audience member: You two need to date!

Y/N L/N: The matchmaking is insane. Oh God, wait until my mother hears about this, then I'm actually cooked. I'm 23 years old, I have a lot of biological time left, but you're vultures! When is it going to end? And don't say, "When you get married to Lando Norris", because it's not happening. Sadly.

@ ynupdates: Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did have a boyfriend! This was way back in 2019 to 2022. His name is Emmett Ellgren, and they dated for three years until their mutual split. Since then, Y/N has poked fun at the relationship, but no substantial details have been released about their break up.

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (2942):

@ user9: HELP i forgot about emmett he's such an npc 😮‍💨

@ user10: emmett is no longer relevant to the lore

-> @ user2: The real man we should be paying attention to is Lando Norris

-> @ user8: i know omg 😭

comments (3842):

@ user11: They're both silly gooses, I'm scared to see the havoc they'll wreak together in McLaren 🥲

@ user12: i'll believe it when i see it

@ user13: Lando is too immature to have a stable girlfriend

-> @ user3: which is why Y/N's perfect, they'll be immature together 🥰

-> @ user4: This just proves you've never watched one of Y/N's shows before lmao

Y/N's Instagram Story (2025):

comments (8521):

@ user13: OMG OMG OMG IT'S STARTING

-> @ user14: I'm so glad I get to be alive during the LandoY/N era

@ user12: It'll be so funny if this turns out to be from Oscar or something 🙃

-> @ user15: HELP

Text Messages between Y/N and Lando (2025):

@ landonorris: P3 in Mexico! Awesome results

tagged: @ mclaren, @ f1, @ yourusername

comments (64312):

@ user16: ALERT ALERT Y/N HAS BEEN TAGGED

@ user13: guys i'm actually gonna combust 🫣🔥

-> @ user17: They're together, it has to be

@ yourusername: nice sombrero 😋

-> @ landonorris: Thank you!!!

Text Messages between Y/N and Lando (2025):

@ yourusername: hola mexico 🇲🇽

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (3846):

@ yourbffusername: Looks so fun!

-> @ yourusername: yes it was incredible

@ user10: laaandoooo i see you 👀

@ user18: How does it feel to be living my dream

@ landonorris: So glad you could make it, had a lot of fun talking to you

@ f1gossip: It is rumored that comedian Y/N L/N and McLaren driver Lando Norris are together, after Y/N posted a photo of her receiving paddock passes, and the pair responded to one another's posts about the Mexico Grand Prix.

tagged: @ yourusername, @ landonorris

comments (1293):

@ user9: i'm waitinggg

@ user10: this is worse than the wait for reputation tv

-> @ user18: clowning so hard i know 😖

@ user19: HAVE ANY OF YOU GUYS SEEN LANDO'S INSTA STORY? 🤯

Lando's Deleted Instagram Story:

comments (235):

@ user20: OMGOMGDSDKLSDDNS

@ user21: my eyes are not deceiving me, this is y/n

@ user5: Y/N IS THAT YOU 😳

@ landonorris: OK OK yes I give in, we are together. Happy one month, @ yourusername, I love you to the moon and back!

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (34852):

@ user21: classic Lando accidentally posting the wrong thing and outing himself

-> @ user22: idk what else we would expect from chaos incarnate 😭

@ yourusername: love you too, muppet 😘

Interview with Lando Norris (2025):

Interviewer: So, you've just recently announced that you're dating Y/N L/N!

Lando Norris: Yes, I'm really happy about it.

Interviewer: Any plans to bring her to the next race?

Lando Norris: Maybe, we'll see. (laughs and smiles) The paddock is a lot cheerier when she's there, so hopefully, fingers crossed. I'm very, very lucky to call her mine.

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[akawifeyy]

friends with benefits | fic (FC43)

description: it’s six months into your relationship with formula one driver franco colapinto, but you’re still believing the delusional lie that there’s no strings attached.

tropes: no strings attached, he’s obsessed with you, playboy, girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: suggestive and mature content (!!), minor mentions of violence, swearing

| note: agh i love franco so much, i wish there was more f1 content with him

Franco kissed you, his touch soft as a feather while his fingers splayed across your skin, worshipping your curves. He knew every inch of you, committing it to memory like you’d evaporate in his arms if he didn’t do so. “Mmm, mi alma, I love you,” he murmured in the shell of your ear, his breath warm. “I don’t know how I could ever live without you.”

You froze, going deathly still, at a loss of words. I love you. This was the first time he had ever uttered that phrase, and you were struck dumb, unable to respond.

Noticing your distress, Franco cupped your cheek in reassurance, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he grinned. “You don’t have to say it back. I understand. I want you to mean it when you do tell me it.”

“No, that’s not it,” you whispered, face flushing with embarrassment. You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to break the spell and ruin the sweet moment. With Franco’s rapidly intensifying schedule, time between you was being whittled down more and more.

Franco’s eyebrows furrowed, concern etching lines in his face. “¿Que te pasa?”

Averting your gaze, you quickly blurted, “I didn’t realize we were so serious. I guess I still thought we were just hooking up, no strings attached. Hearing you say that…It’s just shocking.”

He reared back, dropping his hand from your face like he had been burnt. “Are you trying to tell me that there’s someone else you’d rather have been spending your time with?” His eyes hardened with hurt as he imagined you underneath some faceless man while he made love to you. In Franco’s mind, the two of you had been together since he’d taken you out on that first date in Buenos Aires, exploring his hometown with you by his side. Ever since then, you were inseparable. So why were you pretending otherwise?

You shook your head, suddenly feeling stupid. “No, of course not, I just assumed you’d find someone better and leave me. I thought all Formula One drivers were like that.”

Franco blinked. “There is no girl better than you, Y/N. And I’m not all Formula One drivers, I’m my own person.”

“Well…” You squirmed out of his reach, turning away from him as you fumbled for the right thing to say. “So, we’re… together? You want to be with me? For real?”

He nodded vigorously. “I’ve always wanted to be with you. I thought I made this clear.”

You twisted your lips, guilt gnawing at your insides. “It didn’t click. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been calling you mi novia to my parents ever since day one,” Franco said, expelling a breath. “Telling them that I’ve found my wife, I’ve found the woman I will marry and spend the rest of my days with. And the whole time you’ve been believing that we were nothing? Just fuck buddies?”

Heat permeated your skin, and you thought you might die from the humiliation. “I’m sorry, Franco.”

“You’re not just a good fuck for me, Y/N,” Franco hissed, stepping close to you and jerking your head up so you would be forced to look at him. Arousal pooled in your lower gut as you watched frustration grow in his piercing stare. “You’re my everything. Why else would I buy you everything you want? Why would I make you wear my jersey, hold your hand in public, warn other men off and threaten to chop their dicks off? Just to have some fun?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his words sunk in. “I’m sorry.”

“You keep saying that, but you don’t understand how upset I am with you,” Franco retorted. He tugged you roughly, crashing his lips against your forehead. “Mierda. Six months, and you really thought you were just another warm body for me?”

You covered your mouth with your hands, all semblances of speech eradicated.

“You’re not. Get that idea out of your head.” Franco’s eyes narrowed to slits. “We’re not fuck buddies, or some other crazy shit. We do have strings attached, because I’m in love with you. And I’m never giving you up for another woman. Not in a thousand years.”

You inclined your head. “OK, if you say so.”

“Good.” Franco touched your chin again with one finger. “Now let’s get back to what we were doing, hm?”

A moan broke free as he lowered your shirt, revealing the bare skin of your shoulder and collarbones. A flurry of kisses were embedded as his own shirt was removed and you were placed carefully on the bed. He positioned himself on top, his strong arms barricading you and muscles flexing as he began working his way down to your pussy. When your skirt was tossed on the floor along with your panties, he began his conquest, two fingers sliding in you without much difficulty.

“It’s like you’re built for me,” Franco growled. “So fucking ready.”

You swallowed back another moan as he extricated his fingers, instead replacing it with his cock.

“¿Todo bien?” he asked a few minutes later, languidly thrusting as sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. “Do I need to stop?”

You shook your head feebly. “No, please, Franco,” you mewled.

“I hope you know that I adore you, hermosa. I don’t care if this is too much, too soon, because my emotions are going to swallow me whole if I don’t tell you.” Franco groaned as he dug deeper, his entire body pulsing with unspent energy as his release neared. “You live in my every heartbeat, you linger in my thoughts. When I am away from you, I feel like I will die.”

“I...” Your breath was shaky as you continued, “I love you, Franco.”

“If my legacy is to be your lover, then so be it,” he added. “Haría cualquier cosa por ti.”

And together, the pleasure that had been steadily mounting reached its breaking point, and you unraveled together.

Two souls, in sync. The way you wanted it to be forever.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

fever dream | fic (CL16)

description: you're sick with the flu during the monaco gp weekend, and your boyfriend is charles leclerc.

tropes: damsel in distress, lover boy (he wants you so bad)

face claim: none

trigger warnings: descriptions of severe illness (the flu), suggestive content, swearing

| note: i've been sick the past week *sob*

Your head spun, vertigo sinking its claws into your skull and making you hunch over in nausea. The clock on your bedside read 6:30 am, just hours before the Monaco Grand Prix. But there was absolutely no way you could get out of bed, let alone out of the room, where the public's watchful eye would be hyper focused on your every move.

Charles would be devastated that you couldn't support him at his home race. Just thinking about his sad puppy dog eyes made you feel even worse, and you forced yourself to calm down.

He wouldn't want you to overexert yourself. The smart thing to do was wait this out, take some medicine, and contact Charles to tell him that you wouldn't be able to make it if the pain didn't subside by around the starting time.

You turned on the television, hoping to distract yourself from your sudden illness, but the bright colors and loud sound only exacerbated your migraine and dizziness.

Great.

You huffed, cursing whatever had brought you to this moment. One race per year, out of twenty-three others, and you had to be sick for this one.

Charles entered the room, his brown hair sticking up at the back and chiseled abs on display, a white towel wrapped around his waist. "You OK?" he asked worriedly, immediately picking up on your frustration.

"I'm fine," you murmured unconvincingly, angling your face away from him so he couldn't discern how miserable you were.

"Ma chérie," Charles hummed, scolding you. He put the back of his palm against your forehead and sucked in a breath. "You have a fever."

You squirmed against his touch. "Nooooo," you mewled like an ill-tempered little child. "I don't. I'm fine."

"You will stay home." Charles turned around, walking towards the closet to grab clothes for himself.

"Nope." You pouted. "Not happening."

Charles tugged his shirt on, crossing the room to hover over you. "I don't recall saying that I was open to an argument. It was a command, not a question."

Your cheeks burned at his words, shame and a prickle of arousal flushing through your body. "I don't care."

"Be sensible, mon ange. Do you want to go to the hospital? Get everyone sick?" Charles shook his head. "No. You will do as I say. I know you will be safe and sound, waiting for me here."

As much as you hated to admit it, Charles was correct. It wasn't kind of you to venture out of the hotel room, where your sickness could be transmitted to hundreds of other people. On top of that, you weren't sure if you could stand up straight. Putting all that stress on Charles was unnecessary, especially since he was already anxious about the race. Knowing you were defeated, you scowled. "Fine."

"Good girl." Charles kissed the top of your forehead.

"I'll see you later then." You huffed, crawling under the covers and purposely avoiding Charles' look of concern. It was immature and you knew it, but you were upset.

A half hour later and Charles bid you goodbye, stocking you up on tissues and medicine, and charging your phone so that you could contact him if need be.

"See you later, mon bébé," he said, blowing you a kiss as he shut the door.

The television was flicked on again when the time drew closer to the race, and you watched through extremely blurry vision as all the cars assembled on the circuit.

The flag was waved and the countdown started. You fought with blood, sweat, and tears to remain conscious. But the last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was the chant, "It's lights out, and away we go".

Five hours later

"Mon amour?" Charles' husky voice wafted over to you, and you jerked awake, prying your cheek off of the bed. A thick bubble of drool stained the mattress cover, and you quickly hid it, embarrassed. "Are you OK? How have you been?"

You blinked the remnants of sleep out of your eyes blearily. "Mmmm...sleepy." Suddenly, you jolted upright. "Fuck! I missed your race."

Charles laughed at your wide-eyed expression. "It's OK, don't fret. I'm glad you were sleeping."

"How was it?" you inquired, feeling guilty.

"I got P3," he confided, acting nonchalant. A grin ghosting on his lips revealed the true extent of his emotions, and the amount of pride and faith he must have in his driving skills.

You whooped in excitement. "Congratulations! Oh my God, I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, mon ange." Charles motioned for you to move over on the bed. "Can I sit with you a bit?"

You nodded, snuggling close to him and listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "I love you, Charles."

Charles played with a strand of your hair, elation inundating him even more than when he had been on the podium, spraying champagne all over Max and Lewis, and being cheered by his leagues of fans.

With a gentle murmur, he replied, "Je t'aime plus."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

hi hi!! i saw your song smau driver post haha

could you do an SMAU of lewis hamilton or lando norris based on real man please? ofc it’s okay if not

maybe with an age gape and the face claim as beadadoobea if possible (sorry for any splling mistakes i’m dyslexic haha)

real man | smau (LN4)

description: it's two years into your relationship with lando norris, and you're starting to wonder what life would be like without him.

tropes: rocky relationship, age gap, girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: beabadoobee

trigger warnings: love bombing, inattentive boyfriend, suggestive content, swearing

| note: sorry for my inactivity! i've been so caught up with uni, but i promise i'm alive and working on these stories. this is the first one out of fifteen, and they are all standalones! 💕 also, i apologize for the screwed-up formatting (if you see it on your device). i wanted to respond directly to the ask but it looks like tumblr's bugging out on me

@ yourusername: belgium has more than just chocolate apparently

tagged: @ f1, @ landonorris

comments (6674):

@ user1: omg she's so pretty 😭

@ yourbffusername: How was the Grand Prix?!

-> @ yourusername: had a blast!!

@ user2: lando's absent from the comments... hmm 😕

@ user3: awesome pics! looks super fun!

Instagram Private Story from @ yourusername:

comments (23):

@ yourbffusername: Time flies omg 😫

@ yourbrotherusername: Can't believe it. Shocking he's dealt with you for so long

-> @ yourusername: wowww 🙄

@ landonorris: 🥰

-> @ yourusername: love you so much

@ f1: Just 2 days left until the Hungarian Grand Prix! Will current champion Lando Norris keep his lead? Or will seasoned veteran Max Verstappen edge him out of the competition?

tagged: @ landonorris, @ maxverstappen

comments (38466):

@ user4: DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN

@ user5: I love my papaya boy 🧡

@ user6: i believe in lando 💪

@ yourusername: lando norris supremacy

-> @ user5: real shit!!!!!!!

-> @ user7: Lwk spitting facts with that one! 🤭

Text Messages Between Lando Norris and Y/N (2025):

@ yourusername: it's ok, i'm ok

tagged: @ landonorris, @ yourbffusername

comments (3385):

@ user3: cutie!

@ user6: love youuu 💞

@ yourusername: Had a great time hanging out with you!

@ landonorris: Don't be a drama queen.

deleted by @ landonorris

@ yourusername: forgot about all these love letters

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (4859):

@ user6: omggg my heart can't take how cute this is 🥺

@ yourbffusername: ADORABLE 😍💌

Private DM from @ landonorris:

You're acting so ungrateful. I bought you those flowers so you'd shut up about me not treating you well. You know that I don't have to buy you anything.

Your Instagram Story:

@ landonorris: 1st place in Hungary! What a dream!

tagged: @ mclaren, @ f1

comments (58963):

@ user7: Where's Y/N? Helloooo 👀👀

@ user8: is he forgetting his girlfriend also went to the grand prix? 🤔

-> @ user6: she always includes him in her posts. i'm very concerned.

-> @ user8: i've heard theories that they're not together anymore but i don't know

comments (2354):

@ user9: He deleted it so quick but I have screenshots of proof

-> @ user10: it's all over the f1 gossip pages 😶

@ user11: "Don't be a drama queen" is INSANEEEE

@ user12: she literally did absolutely nothing wrong.

@ user13: i've been saying since day 1 that something's off about lando. he's too cheery and nice to everyone

-> @ user11: I agree. It's a mask

Text Messages Between Y/N and Your Best Friend:

@ yourusername: i guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man

tagged: @ landonorris

comments (4385):

@ yourbffusername: Sorry babe. You deserve much better

-> @ yourusername: thank you 🤕

@ user12: NO WAY LANDO'S TAGGED

-> @ user8: this is INSANE 😱

@ user13: my world is crashing and burning right now

@ user14: FREAKING TF OUT

Text Messages Between Lando Norris and Y/N:

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

drive you crazy | fic (CS55)

description: short and sweet — you prank your boyfriend, carlos sainz jr.

tropes: lovers with secrets, he's absolutely obsessed with you, age gap (mid 20s and 30), girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: hehehe i just know carlos would be adorable

You rolled over, facing your boyfriend, who was lying on the bed beside you. He was focused on a video that was playing on his phone, accompanied by an obnoxious laugh track. "Carlos," you whined softly.

He looked at you, pausing the reel, concern marring his beautiful features. "¿Sí?"

A half-formed plan embedded itself in your mind, and a small smirk grew on your lips. Carlos hadn't been very attentive to you all evening, which was understandable because of his enormous workload, but you were still frustrated, in more ways than one. And you knew just the way to pay him back.

"I was at the paddock yesterday and..." you huffed, hesitating for dramatic effect, twirling a strand of your hair in mock-agitation. "Don't kill either one of us." Carlos's eyebrows shot up like twin rockets shooting to space. "Uh, Lando asked me out on a date."

Carlos' face shuttered, his jaw clenching and his eyes turning into flint. "Lando asked you out..." he said, testing the words out and uttering them like they were poisonous. "Even though he knows you're in a relationship with me? Why? What did you say?" His questions were slow, betrayal and hurt shining through his words.

You averted your gaze, heat flooding your cheeks as you fidgeted with your fingers. "I don't know. I just thought it might be nice to see how other guys are, because I've only ever been with you."

"So you want to be with Lando?" Carlos laughed derisively. "Mi amor, he's been with so many women. He won't make you feel special, not like I do."

You shrugged one shoulder, feigning nonchalance. "At least he has experience."

"Princesa, why are you telling me this? Do I not pamper you enough?" Carlos pouted, confused. "I bought you that necklace you wanted, and as many books as you could wish for. What am I doing wrong? Why do you want to go to another man?"

The whole time you were holding onto the prank, adding more fuel to the fire, guilt had been building up in your stomach. Unable to hold it back any longer, you blurted, "This was a prank. I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry."

Carlos made a choking sound, his eyes widening. "You were joking? ¿Qué carajo? Why would you do that?"

"I know it was a horrible thing for me to do, I just feel super neglected," you confessed, shame sucker-punching you in the gut. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Carlos shoved off the bedsheet covers, suddenly stalking to the other side of the room. "I need space."

"What?" Horror sunk its claws into you, flooding with you with fear.

"I thought I lost you, princesa. To Lando, of all people. My best friend." Carlos winced, his pain evident. "You're the love of my life. I thought you didn't want me anymore and... I..."

You covered your mouth with your hands. "I'm really sorry. I do want you." You got up from where you were lying, walking to Carlos with shaky feet, and tugging him to your level so you could kiss him. "I love you, Carlos."

"Mhm," he murmured, deepening the kiss, all anger dissipated at the first second of your touch.

"I mean it. I won't ever abandon you, not for anyone or anything."

"Good. Somos solo tu y yo, por el infinito."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

reputation | smau (CS55)

description: ...and in the death of her reputation, she'd never felt more alive. the story of y/n l/n, and how one scandal altered her life forever.

tropes: us against the world, reinvention, age gap (25 and 30), mv33!ex, popstar!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing, hate speech & misogyny

| note: currently clowning as i wait for the release of reputation (taylor's version), so i wrote a fic based on it!

comments (9103):

@ user1: diabolical coming from a man who looks like sid the sloth 🤨

@ user2: I don't listen to Y/N L/N's music, but she deserves more credit than what Max is giving her.

-> @ user3: I agree, you don't get famous from nothing. she put in a lot of work and Max is invalidating that

@ user4: no way bro is reducing her to just a pretty face when he lacks that 🗣️

@ yourusername: was i just a fool?

tagged: @ yourbffusername

comments (3742):

@ user5: We love you Y/N 🫶

@ user6: don't listen to the haters y/n we absolutely adore you

@ yourbffusername: my flawless queen 👑

@ user7: Everything Max Verstappen says about you is true, you sound like a dying whale every time you open your mouth

comment deleted by @ yourusername

Interview with Max Verstappen (2025):

After being asked about his opinion on his ex — Y/N L/N —'s newest single, Max Verstappen grew visibly agitated and attempted to change the subject. When forced to reply, he scathingly responded, "She used me as a stepping stool to reach the next level of fame, and she got what she wanted. The past is in the past, and I don't care about her anymore."

comments (29458):

@ user3: Insinuating that Y/N slept with him to become famous is repulsive, and I hope Max gets what's coming for him

-> @ user8: didn't he literally cheat on y/n?? 😭

@ user9: "I don't care about her anymore" the eyes never lie chico, we know how you really feel

@ user10: I've never been a MV33 fan and this just adds fuel to the fire.

@ user11: can someone PLEASE explain to me what's going on? I know Max and Y/N were together at one point but I got grounded and had my phone taken away for a loooong time so I don't even know anything anymore 🙂‍↔️

-> @ user8: @ popculturetea just made an amazing timeline explaining everything!

@ yourusername's Private Instagram Story

@ popculturetea's Timeline

@ f1ynlover: mama y papa, mama y papa

tagged: @ carlossainzjr, @ yourusername

comments (4852):

@ user12: I bet Y/N doesn't wanna touch another F1 driver with a ten foot pole, but this pairing would absolutely devour 😜

-> @ user8: he would 100% match her freak

@ yourusername: i do love chili peppers 🌶️

@ yourusername: we're balling not bawling

tagged: @ yourproducer, @ carlossainzjr

comments (3832):

@ user13: OMG

@ yourproducer: Next big song is on the way!

@ user14: Carlos Sainz tagged is crazyyyy

-> @ user4: he's definitely the mystery man 🫣

Text messages between Carlos and Y/N (2025):

@ grillthegrid: The difference between Max Verstappen (c. 2022) and Max Verstappen (c. 2025). Crazy

tagged: @ f1, @ maxverstappen

comments (49325):

@ user15: NOT THE OFFICIAL GRILL THE GRID ACC PIPING IN ON THIS DRAMA

-> @ user16: it's the loss of y/n effect 🤗

@ user17: Cheating on Y/N will do that to you lmaoo

@ user18: Sid the sloth ahh 🥱🥱

@ carlossainzjr: F1 drivers were given a second chance, and I wasn't going to screw it up. Más que feliz de ser su pimiento picante para siempre. Happy 2 months, mi amor.

(More than happy to be her spicy pepper forever.)

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (7392):

@ yourusername: you're so much better <3

@ user1: soooo cute 🥲🥰

@ user19: Spicy pepper and firecracker, a dream made in heaven

-> @ user20: They're perfect for each other omg 🥹

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

mic check | smau & fic (LN4)

description: lando norris is the host of one of the most critically acclaimed podcasts. so when he contacts you, asking if you'd like a spot on the show, you're dumbstruck.

tropes: secretly in love, happy ending, age gap (22 and 25), podcast host!lando au, lead singer!reader

face claim: ayra starr

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: i actually would love to see lando host a podcast or a talk show, i think he'd be wonderful!

It was a universal fact believed by every celebrity phenomenon that being selected for one of the exclusive spots on Lando Norris’s podcast was an honor. Once a week, the infamous Formula One driver would host an audio show, interviewing other popular figures with his signature charming wit and humor. He had been doing it for over a year, finding enough spare time in his busy racing schedule to compose, edit, and publish some of the best comedic episodes of the modern era. His show had even been nominated and won an iHeartRadio Podcast Award.

Lando’s show was beloved by all audiences, even those who were unfamiliar with motorsports. They came because of the hype and stayed for the easy laughter and fun times. 

So when you, the lead singer of the Cherry Soda girl band, found a bolded, urgent email lurking on the top of your page, titled: Season 2, Episode 5 of Lights Out with Lando Norris, you were in shock.

Your jaw dropped, fingers shaking as you clicked to read more. This had to be a joke. There was no way the Lando Norris would have selected you of all people for one of these coveted episodes.

Yes, your band was popular – you had recently sold out the Caesar’s Superdome for a one-night-only concert – but still! A Grand Prix-winning sensation knew of your existence, and wanted to talk to you!

You skimmed through the page, soaking in each word, your heart pounding faster as everything registered in your mind.

Dear Y/N L/N, 

You have been chosen to co-host Season 2, Episode 5 of Lights Out with Lando Norris, filming next Wednesday (Feb. 14) at 12:00 GMT. Please register below, as the link given will grant you access to the Zoom meeting room where the interview will be conducted.

Thank you.

It was short and sweet, but it seemed utterly surreal. For the rest of the day, you could not focus on anything else, your attention consistently tugged back to the email gleaming bright in your inbox. As soon as the day ended, and you wrapped up the rest of your work (writing out some plans for your next gig and scribbling down some lyrics), you registered.

Another email popped up soon after, thanking you once again for your quick reply. When you left the office, you nearly stumbled down the front steps in your dream-like haze. Even by midnight, hours past your usual bedtime, you were still mesmerized by the events of the day, surprised at the magnetic pull you must have had in order to garner such attention.

Marketing Poster for "Lights Out with Lando Norris", featuring Y/N L/N (2025):

Across the continent, Lando Norris was equally, if not more, distracted. He'd finally secured an episode on his show for you, something he'd been aiming to do since its foundation. Every time he thought he'd be able to, someone suggested an alternate celebrity, one that would generate better press and higher profits. It's not like Lando needed more money (he was nearly drowning in it), but he didn't want to be awkward or rude to his fans, who supported him so fervently.

But! After ages and ages, Lando had convinced the powers that be to let you on the show, and it had worked. Just a handful of days remained until he'd be able to talk to you, someone he'd admired since the start of your career.

Oscar and Max had teased him about it endlessly, telling him not to be a muppet, and Lando had prayed that he wouldn't be.

Then, the day had arrived.

Lando woke up that morning in a cold sweat, his body tense and hands shaking.

My nervous system really can't tell the difference between being held at gunpoint and talking to a woman I like, huh?, he thought to himself, annoyed, as he shaved his beard in the mirror and nearly dropped the razor.

He ate a few bites of his oatmeal, but couldn't finish it, his stomach was roiling so badly. It was ridiculous how worried he was. He'd conducted almost thirty interviews by this point, but yours was the one he was tripped up over.

Well, of course he was. You were funny, smart, and not to mention, absolutely stunning. There was no way he wasn't going to stutter and make a fool of himself.

Lando sat down in front of his laptop, the mic poised right in front of him. Two minutes until noon. He took a deep breath and clicked to start the recording.

Here goes nothing.

Snippets from the Interview:

Lando Norris: Tell me about your newest hit, "The Outside", and its backstory.

Y/N L/N: Basically, I am part of a larger group known as the Cherry Soda girl band. It's me, my guitarist Lanie, my saxophonist and bassist Amina, my pianist Izzy, and my drummer Aiko. We are all members of the BIPOC community. We are all people of color. And this song is our anthem, talking about the discrimination we have faced. Prejudice still is very evident, very prominent in society, and this song takes the point of view of someone who deals with it every day.

Lando Norris: That's incredible. Did you write it all on your own?

Y/N L/N: No, definitely not! (laughs) I had a lot of input from the other Cherry Soda girls, and I also talked to other people in my community. I'm currently in the process of creating a version of the song that has other people's voices in it. It takes inspiration from Paris Paloma's song "LABOUR", which does something very similar, and I'm going to credit her. Her work is incredible.

Lando Norris: So, why did you decide to form the Cherry Soda band?

Y/N L/N: And why did you decide to become a Formula One driver? Because it was my destiny, I knew that this was the path I am supposed to follow. Since I was little, I've been crafting songs and performing at talent shows. I've known the other girls since my days in secondary school, and we've always had this dream. It took a lot of hard work to make it a reality, but here we are.

Lando Norris: Cheeky.

Y/N L/N: Sorry! I didn't mean to be rude. (giggles)

Email from Lando Norris to Y/N (2025):

Two Weeks Later:

Interviewer: Your last episode with Y/N L/N on "Lights Out" was a hit! Will she be returning to the show?

Lando Norris: Unfortunately, she can't for the foreseeable future. She's going on tour, so she'll be very busy.

Interviewer: What a shame.

Poster for the "Fairytale" Tour, featuring Y/N L/N (2025):

Lando entered the Ticketmaster queue, his fingers crossed as he waited to purchase tickets for your tour in Los Angeles. If it didn't work out, he was screwed.

"You could just ask her directly," Oscar had pointed out unhelpfully. It was the epitome of embarrassing if Lando contacted you again and begged for tickets. No, he'd get it the normal way, and surprise you.

You are number 190 in line.

Lando breathed a sigh of relief, sinking in his chair. The arena had over 15000 seats, so he would absolutely be able to grab seats for him, Oscar, and Max.

When the screen reloaded to show available spots, Lando frantically tapped to select three tickets in the VIP section of the lower bowl. He didn't even look at the cost.

None of it mattered, if it meant he'd be able to see you again.

@ cherrysodagirls.updates: Opening night ✓

tagged: @ cherrysodagirls, @ yourusername, & 4 others

comments (10452):

@ user1: HAD THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!

@ user2: hearing "the outside" live was a life-altering moment 🙏🏻

@ user3: So indebted to this band, I survived 2023 because of them

-> @ user4: they helped me get through a rough patch too. it's comforting to know how much music heals people ❤️‍🩹

@ landonorris: Awesome performance! Can't wait to see the rest of your tour and what you accomplish!

-> @ user5: we love men supporting women <3

-> @ user6: He wants her so bad omg

A Month Later

@ ln4lore: Pictures from @ yourusername and the Cherry Soda band's recent event at the SoFi Stadium, where Lando Norris was in attendance!

tagged: @ landonorris, @ yourusername, @ cherrysodagirls

comments (8371):

@ user7: AWEEE

@ user8: Slide 3 is hilarious omg, I can't stop laughing 😂

-> @ user5: THE UPSIDE DOWN GLASSES ARE SOOO SILLY

@ user9: Oh they together frrrr

You exited the backstage, your hair pulled up in a tight ponytail as sweat beaded on your skin. Another completed night full of raucous laughter and chorus singing, and you were exhausted.

As much as you were grateful for the opportunity to perform in front of an audience of thousands of people, you couldn't deny the fact that it sucked up all your energy.

You held the support bar as you walked down the stairs, your eyes scanning for the exit, where your limousine was waiting for you. The other girls had left almost as soon as the show was over, but you'd opted to stay behind and help with the clean-up process. It was the least you could do after the show you'd put on. All the confetti was a janitor's nightmare.

Your eyes snagged on a familiar figure, his head held high as he waited for you to walk over. Lando Norris.

Rumors had spread that he was in attendance tonight, but you'd chosen not to linger on it. He was extremely cute and interested in you, and exactly what you wanted in a boyfriend. If you were to have one, of course.

Lando grinned at you. "Congratulations, your show was amazing," he gushed, cheeks turning pink. "Your voice is like an angel."

"Thanks," you responded, smiling back shyly.

He tilted his head down, averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "I really like you, Y/N. You're unbelievable."

"The feelings are mutual."

Lando's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Really?"

You nodded. "You're funny, and you went through the effort to surprise me by attending one of my concerts. And you waited another two hours afterwards. That's very kind of you."

"Can I take you home, then?" he inquired bashfully.

You pretended to mull over it, not wanting to seem overeager, and inclined your head.

"You may."

The rest of that night, Lando showed you just how proud he was of you, worshiping every inch of your body like a mortal kneeling at the altar of a goddess.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

a date at seven, i dreamed of heaven | fic (LN4)

description: after dozens of failed attempts, you finally cave in to your best friend's pleads to let her set you up with somebody.

tropes: blind date, love at first sight, cousin's best friend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: this is an au i've had in my mind for agessss omg

You were so fed up with the toxic culture of online dating apps that you finally gave in to your best friend Isolde's request, letting her set you up with someone. A blind date was not something you would normally do – it was out of your comfort zone and definitely risky. Perhaps it would be worth it, though. You trusted Isolde, that she wouldn't lead you astray. But even the people with the best intentions could be proven wrong.

According to her, he was cute and funny. A good conversationalist, loyal. "A lot to handle at once, but he's like a puppy. He'll grow on you." The words were somewhat comforting, yet the jury was still out on whether it was a good match. You had been thinking about it all week, staring into space and dreaming about meeting him, the perfect man. 

Today was the day. For lack of better words, it was showtime. The hour was nigh, proving that your delusions would be upheld or shattered. You stood outside the cafe, tapping your foot impatiently as you scrolled through your Instagram feed. You had tried to find your blind date, but he wasn't following Isolde.

It could have been anyone. The guy in the beige trench coat walking his dog, or the man with dyed blue hair and two piercings standing at the crosswalk.

But no, it wasn't either of them.

A tanned, curly-headed man sauntered up to you, his hazel eyes scanning you like he was making sure you were the right person. "Hey, you're Y/N, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, are you my date?" You grinned, blushing as you took in his appearance. Damn, your friend had done a good job. He was exactly your type.

The man outstretched a hand. "I'm Lando. Nice to meet you."

You took the handshake, heat flooding you at the contact.

After pulling apart, Lando opened the door to the cafe, ushering you in first and trailing behind you.

The cafe itself was cozy, with warm lantern lights hanging from the ceiling, and various flora tangling itself throughout the stucco brick walls. The hostess brought you to a comfortable booth in a quiet part of the restaurant, and Lando let you sit down first before striking up a conversation.

"So..." he started, a smile growing on his lips. "You're friends with Isolde, hm?"

You nodded. "Yeah, we've been friends since year one of uni. How do you know her?"

"We're cousins," he confided. "Sadly."

You cocked your head to the side, trying to determine if he was joking or not. "Why is that a sad thing?"

"Everyone thinks we're siblings, and then when we tell them we're not, they assume our parents cheated." He hummed under his breath. Now that you were thinking about it, Isolde and Lando did look an awful lot like one another. They had the same unruly brown hair, tanned skin, hazel eyes. No wonder people were confused. "That's not really a conversation for the first date, is it, though? I'd like to know more about you."

You shrugged one shoulder. "Has Isolde not told you anything about me? I'm surprised."

Lando tapped his fingers against the table, thinking. "I mean, she told me that you went on dates with lots of guys that didn't work out. And not to fuck this up."

You laughed. "Sounds like Isolde."

"Well, want to enlighten me, Y/N?" Lando asked eagerly.

You looked down at your nails, which were painted a soft blue color. Isolde was training to be an esthetician, so she practiced on you frequently, something you weren't complaining about. "I mean, I love to read and write."

"What kind? Poetry? Epics?" he pushed, digging for more information. "I'm sure you're cool, now prove it to me."

You rolled your eyes jokingly. "I write poetry sometimes, but mostly just short stories. Nothing publishable, they're not that good." You ignored Lando's exasperated huff, and continued. "As for reading, I like romcoms and thrillers. I know, they're both opposites, but they're my favorites. Do you like to read?"

Lando shook his head. "Nope, I'm not a reader. But I don't mind you talking about the books that you're reading. Girls talking about their interests are single-handedly the most attractive thing I've ever witnessed."

"And how many girls do you usually have to talk to about such matters?" you inquired.

"I'm not a player, if that's what you're getting at," Lando said, his eyes wide. "I've had a few girlfriends, but none of them worked out. I'm not a cheater. If I'm talking to one girl, that's it. No one else matters."

You pursed your lips. "That's nice."

"It's basic decency," he corrected you sternly. "As for my hobbies, I like to game and drive cars."

"Like... sports cars?" you waited for clarification, confused.

Lando blinked, taken aback. "Y/N...Isolde didn't tell you?"

Panic flooded you, as you thought that you'd missed some important clue as to who he was. You were utterly oblivious. "No?"

"I'm a Formula One driver. For McLaren."

Oh. "Really?" you said quizzically. "She didn't tell me. She was probably respecting your privacy, and left that detail up to you."

Lando inclined his head. "That's nice of her, but I feel like a muppet. Do you watch F1?"

"Not really, I've watched a few Grand Prix, but I don't know much." You swallowed roughly. "Is that a dealbreaker?"

Lando frowned. "No. It's all the more reason to buy you paddock passes and show you what you're missing out on."

The waitress came by, and you ordered a few drinks and a small meal. You kept talking, slowly becoming more relaxed with one another. Lando informed you about his golf obsession, and you teased him, calling him an old man. In retaliation, he stole the cherry from your drink like a quick, cunning monkey, and you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe.

Isolde was right: Lando was amazing.

When you finished drinking and eating, Lando immediately offered to pay, but you pushed back, protesting loudly. "Let me split the bill, please."

"I have more than enough money for the both of us. It's the respectful thing to do," he reminded you.

You scowled at him, but gave up the fight you knew you were losing. "Fine."

You gathered your belongings, entering Lando's number into your phone, and bid him goodnight. Lando had given you a quick kiss on the cheek, thanking you for the date, and your body had bloomed with warmth at the sensation. "See you soon?"

"Yep," you beamed.

You knew this was just the first of many dates, and the start of a romance for the ages.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[akawifeyy]

masterlist.

★ all my fics, featuring various f1 drivers

✩ dr3

★ lemonade fic

➵ as much as he would miss the high-stakes lifestyle of formula 1, daniel ricciardo is ready to start fresh. and the perfect start seems to be in his hometown, where a little girl is running a lemonade stand.

➵ pairing: (dr3 x single mum!reader)

✩ ln4 

★ a date at seven, i dreamed of heaven fic

➵ after dozens of failed attempts, you finally cave in to your best friend's pleads to let her set you up with somebody.

➵ pairing: (ln4 x cousin's best friend!reader)

★ mic check smau & fic

➵ lando norris is the host of one of the most critically acclaimed podcasts. so when he contacts you, asking if you'd like a spot on the show, you're dumbstruck.

➵ pairing: (podcast host!ln4 x lead singer!reader au)

★ real man smau

➵ it's two years into your relationship with lando norris, and you're starting to wonder what life would be like without him.

➵ pairing: (ln4 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

★ silly girl smau

➵ the life of a comedian is full of laughter, but the biggest punchline? your experience with love.

➵ pairing: (ln4 x comedian!fem!reader)

✩ aka12

→  the lovebird trilogy series:

★ lovelorn (1/3) smau

➵ kimi antonelli has known you ever since you were little, and he's always kept a safe distance. but it's getting harder and harder to deny the chemistry, and that he's head over heels in love.

➵ pairing: (aka12 x ob87 sister!reader)

★ lovesick (2/3) smau

➵ it's getting harder for you and kimi antonelli to deny your attraction to one another. but even the best-laid plans can go awry.

➵ pairing: (aka12 x ob87 sister!reader)

★ lovestruck (3/3) smau

➵ a month after the hate messages sent to you by an anonymous account, you've begun the process of repairing the damage. the first step? reconnecting with kimi antonelli.

➵ pairing: (aka12 x ob87 sister!reader)

✩ cl16

★ fever dream fic

➵ you're sick with the flu during the monaco gp weekend, and your boyfriend is charles leclerc.

➵ pairing: (cl16 x girlfriend!reader)

✩ fc43

★ risk! smau & fic

➵ franco colapinto is a playboy — everyone knows that — but he does have some boundaries that he’s unwilling to cross. that is, until he meets you. the younger sister of oscar piastri. then he’s willing to risk it all.

➵ pairing: (fc43 x op81 sister!reader)

★ friends with benefits fic

➵ it’s six months into your relationship with formula one driver franco colapinto, but you’re still believing the delusional lie that there’s no strings attached.

➵ pairing: (fc43 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

✩ cs55

★ necklace fic

➵ carlos sainz jr.'s hands have always fascinated you 😏

➵ pairing: (cs55 x partner!fem!reader)

★ reputation smau & fic

➵ ...and in the death of her reputation, she'd never felt more alive. the story of y/n l/n, and how one scandal altered her life forever.

➵ pairing: (cs55 x popstar!reader)

★ drive you crazy fic

➵ short and sweet — you prank your boyfriend, carlos sainz jr.

➵ pairing: (cs55 x girlfriend!reader)

✩ op81

★ enchanted smau & fic

➵ oscar piastri has always been one to think before acting, the consistent voice of reason that allows mclaren to be such a successful team. and then he meets you, the daughter of toto wolff — the team principal of mercedes — and all his efforts crumble like a castle made of sand.

➵ pairing: (op81 x wolff!fem!reader)

★ so american smau

➵ you might not be australian, but oscar piastri loves you just the same.

➵ pairing: (op81 x celebrity actress!fem!reader)

★ trauma fic

➵ this is the transcription of the "trauma candy salad" trend you completed with your boyfriend, oscar piastri.

➵ pairing: (op81 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

cologne fic

➵ wanting to prank your boyfriend, oscar piastri, you decide to spritz some cologne on yourself.

➵ pairing: (op81 x girlfriend!fem!reader)

✩ ob87

★ lust smau

➵ this is a cutesy valentine's day themed fic, starring ob87 and y/n, his author girlfriend! (there are some inaccuracies as to what team ob87 is part of, but we're going to ignore that)

➵ pairing: (ob87 x author!fem!reader)

★ london boy fic

➵ this is an idea i had for a story about ob87.

➵ pairing: (ob87 x fem!reader)

[akawifeyy]

so american | smau (OP81)

description: you might not be australian, but oscar piastri loves you just the same.

tropes: yapper x listener, he falls first and harder, celebrity actress!fem!reader (you’re the daughter of matt damon, please tell me you all know who he is)

face claim: addison rae

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: sorry for the long wait between posts, i'm not feeling the best right now and i've also had a jam-packed schedule. but anyways! here you go! this is based on ♪ so american / olivia rodrigo, which is one of my fave songs of all time :)

@ f1gossip: The daughter of Matt Damon, Y/N, is reportedly dating McLaren's F1 driver, Oscar Piastri. Thoughts?

tagged: @ f1, @ f1yaps, @ f1talk

comments (5862):

@ user1: she's so pretty omg 😭

-> @ user2: First thought was, "She's everything, and he's just Ken." Y/N is absolutely gorgeous.

@ user3: even though i've been an oscar girlie since day 1, i support this. if this is real, i wish them the best of luck <3

@ f1yaps: Has a hot new WAG entered the paddock? Only time will tell

@ yourusername: howdy, cota 🤠 had a great time

tagged: @ f1, @ mattdamon, @ yourbffusername

@ user4: prettiest cowgirl there is 🤎

@ oscarpiastri: It was nice meeting you!

-> @ yourusername: ditto! hoping to buy tickets for las vegas :)

@ user5: Why is Oscar lowkey lurking in the comments... 🤨

-> @ user6: read @ f1gossip's most recent post

@ yn.updates: during an interview for her upcoming movie, "riptide", y/n was asked about the gossip concerning her and mclaren f1 driver oscar piastri. with a big smile, she replied, "he seems like a great guy, but let's be for real. i've met him one time. let's not get too far ahead, please!"

tagged: @ yourusername, @ oscarpiastri, @ f1, & 2 more

comments (1257):

@ user7: That dress is stunning 😩

@ user8: they'd be cute together as a couple ngl. i'd love to see more of them

-> @ user8: but, they deserve their privacy

@ user9: ynoscar is adorable ❤️❤️

Text messages between Oscar and Y/N (2025):

@ yourusername: las vegas was a hit! congrats to the papaya boys, p2 and p3

tagged: @ f1, @ mclaren, @ oscarpiastri, @ landonorris

comments (9374):

@ yourbffusername: super cool! miss you xoxo

-> @ yourusername: miss you too, i'll be back home soon 💗

@ user10: Twinklaren tagged!!

@ oscarpiastri: Thanks for coming!

-> @ yourusername: of course, i wouldn't miss it for the world 😁

comments (539):

@ user5: Have any of you seen Oscar's most recent Insta story?

-> @ user11: the way i ran to check and SCREAMED 😳

-> @ user5: IK, they are so evil for soft-launching, they're torturing us. *Sobs*

Oscar's Instagram Story:

comments (7521):

@ yourusername: might not be good at legos but it was still fun being with you!

@ user12: ADORABLE 🥰

@ user8: how does it feel to live my dream 😞

Press Conference Interview Excerpt with Oscar (2025):

Interviewer: Congratulations on your podium in Qatar, Oscar! We noticed a special someone was missing, would you like to tell us more about them?

Oscar (smiling): If the special someone is Y/N Damon, you wouldn't be wrong. She means a lot to me, and I'm very lucky to be with her. Anyways, she sadly wasn't able to make it because she is back in America for the time being. She's about to have her red carpet debut for her movie, "Riptide"! I saw a few clips from it and she does a flawless job.

Interviewer: Is this an acknowledgement of the relationship between the two of you?

Oscar: Yeah.

Interviewer: How long have the two of you been together?

Oscar: A few weeks after COTA.

Interviewer: Well, best of luck to the new couple!

Text messages between Oscar and Y/N (2025):

@ oscarpiastri: What a way to end 2025! See you all next year

tagged: @ landonorris, @ f1, @ mclaren, @ yourusername

comments (4898):

@ user13: ahhh omg y/n mention!! 🥹

-> @ user14: They're so cute

-> @ user9: best couple in a long time

@ landonorris: Always glad to be with you, mate

-> @ oscarpiastri: 2026 three-peat is on its way!

@ yourusername: so so proud of you 🥳

-> @ oscarpiastri: Thank you, I'm proud of you too. Can't wait to be with you again 😘

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[akawifeyy]

lovestruck | smau pt.3 (AKA12)

description: a month after the hate messages sent to you by an anonymous account, you've begun the process of repairing the damage. the first step? reconnecting with kimi antonelli.

tropes: best friend's little sister, childhood friends, one-sided love, ob87 sister!reader

face claim: daniela avanzini

trigger warnings: suggestive content, hate speech (misogyny & covert death threats), swearing

| note: awee i love em 🥰 also this is part 3 / 3 fics!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

comments (10357):

@ user1: tbh, it's a toss up. after all the scrutiny and hate, i wouldn't be surprised if y/n never showed her face again in public for fear of backlash. which is wild, bc she didn't even do anything wrong

-> @ user2: It just goes to show you how insane some F1 "fans" are.

@ user3: Even before all of this, Y/N was private. She's not coming out of her shell, and if she does, it's going to be months down the road.

@ user4: the belgian GP might be a good time for her to return, but i doubt that she will

-> @ user5: She usually posts GP pics, I'd be surprised if she broke that pattern (even though she technically already did)

Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):

@ f1spotted: Haas driver Ollie Bearman and Mercedes driver Kimi Antonelli took photos with a fan last night in Belgium before the Grand Prix!

tagged: @ f1, @ f1gossip

comments (94):

@ user6: Where's Y/N 😕 We miss her

-> @ user7: she's like a ghost

@ user8: starting to think I imagined Y/N's existence because what do you mean she hasn't been seen or talked to by anyone for the past month?

-> @ user8: like yeah she was private before but at least she posted relatively steadily, her fans knew she was alive. and now we're in the dark

-> @ user9: The parasocial relationships between people and their favorite celebrities never fail to astound me

@ user10: BEARNELLI FOREVER 🐻🐉

@ kimiantonelli: P3 at Spa! All the hard work from the Mercedes team has made this year incredible 🖤

tagged: @ f1, @ mercedes

comments (8622):

@ user11: So proud of you Kimi🎉

@ user12: IS THAT Y/N

-> @ user13: the scream i scrumpt i think it is her

@ olliebearman: Slide 3... 🤨

Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):

@ yourusername: i'm sorry, the old y/n can't come to the phone right now 🤭 this account will be managed by my boyfriend, kimi antonelli. mess with me and you'll be messing with him. and lastly, any and all hate comments can be returned to the address: "IDGAF". thanks 💋

tagged: @ kimiantonelli, @ olliebearman, @ f1

comments (314):

@ user5: THE QUEEN HAS ARISEN

-> @ user14: the taylor swift rep reference in her post omg 😏

@ user15: This is not a drill - Y/N's back!

@ user16: The strength and bravery you're displaying is awe inspiring

@ kimiantonelli: I love you, tesoruccia

-> @ yourusername: love you too, kimi

@ olliebearman: Here for you, always 💞

@ bearman.nation: Siblings Ollie and Y/N are finally both back on social media platforms, and they're both slaying as always 🤗

tagged: @ olliebearman, @ yourusername

comments (72):

@ user2: Y/N is flawless, I wish I could be more like her. 😓

-> @ user17: literally, her backbone is insane because I fear I'd absolutely need a padded room after these handful of months

@ user18: Y/N is GLOWING

-> @ user19: it's the hiatus + kimi antonelli combo

@ user8: gahhh they're both so pretty

@ kimiantonelli: I don't usually post many things outside of work, but I just wanted to say that it's me, my girl, and my F1 car against the world. The haters can be cruel, but I know the truth. Happy three months, tesoruccia 😘

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (5438):

@ yourusername: can't believe i've been stuck with you for 3 months already

-> @ kimiantonelli: 3 months and the rest of eternity

@ user20: CUTEST COUPLE AWARD

@ user11: Need me a love like Kimi and Y/N's

Statement released by Y/N (2025):

Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):

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