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Canada Comfort was indeed comforting. Not too short nor too long, it was just right. Coffee with Max was nice and all because in reality we all needed that one person to stand up on our behalf (in case we couldn't hold off the anger...). And omg Recap was soooo cute. Like I'd love to explain difficult words to their easier-to-understand verions if asked nicely and cutely like Lando did. It also helped me to re-analyze things just to confirm it was in my understanding. And Quinn, I hope your tests went well :D

Thank you!!!! I have taken a small break right now from writting ill be back soon I promise I have an idea in the works I just don't know who to make it for but it should be out by the end of the week!

Just because the end of the school term is coming up and my teacher don't like to give us time to relax T-T

test went well!! i'm happy with how I did and I am so happy that you've enjoyed my fics recently, Coffee was actually inspired by my own experience so it was very nice to write sometime like that!

Lovely to heat from you Anon! <3

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Recap

Paring: Lando Norris x reader Summary: Sometimes Lando needs some help understanding larger words luckily you don't mind simplifying it

Lando wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t the smartest person in the world and he knew that, and yes, he struggled to remember certain bigger words, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He just needed extra help.

That was something he loved about you. If he needed help with something, you were there. You, his girlfriend, the best person he had ever met, would help him with the simple tasks that he struggled to do.

Such as cooking certain foods. Everyone had seen the monstrosity that was Lando’s eating habits. He struggled to remember to eat, and when he did, he was stuck to a diet that had many complicated meals Lando had no interest in cooking. But you had gotten used to his awful dietary requirements and had learned to cook most of the meals his trainer had requested. Some you didn’t touch because you didn’t think you could stomach them.

That was your and Lando’s relationship. You would help him out with things he needed, and in return, he would do... be Lando? Okay, so he didn’t contribute much in that part of the relationship, but in reality, Lando was the clingy one.

He would spend hours with you, acting as if he was attached with super glue, peeking over your shoulder as you worked, questioning the different things that popped up on the screen. He would do all of this with a smile, something you would pay thousands for.

Today wasn’t very different from every other non-race day for the two of you. You were sat on the couch reading through an email you had received regarding your work, and Lando’s head was leaning on your shoulder.

Reading over the same email, from what he understood, something had happened and you needed to go into the office to hold a formal meeting about it. What was the incident, you may be asking Lando? He had no clue. The words mentioned were long, extremely long.

You worked a simple office job, though recently you had moved to working online, which had been the only thing holding you back from moving in with Lando. Unfortunately for the two of you, it still meant that when there were meetings like this one, you had to go into the office, abandoning Lando. His words, not yours.

As your eyes scanned over the email, occasionally nodding along, Lando laid next to you looking at you, then at the screen, then back at you like a dog who didn’t quite understand your remark.

You had failed to notice the look from your boyfriend as you typed a reply to the email, only pausing to reread it to make sure it made sense and everything was correct. You went to hit send, but before you could, you felt a gentle tap on your arm.

Looking over at Lando, who looked up at you with gentle eyes before speaking, “What’s the meeting about?” he asked with a smile. You shook your head before reading over the email out loud, explaining what was going on in greater detail.

“Basically, Jessica needs me to come into work for this meeting being held by the executive advisor about the performance of one of the other employees in hopes we can achieve a high benefit from her.” As you spoke, Lando opened his mouth and shut it again before looking around the room.

His voice was soft and quiet, slightly ashamed of what he had asked. “Can you say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me and simplify it?”

You nodded with a smile before repeating your words. “Jessica wants me to meet with her boss about another person’s work habits.” As you explained, you could see it click in Lando’s mind as he nodded along.

“Ahhh that makes so much sense. Thanks, love,” he said, looking down slightly and hiding his head into your shoulder, embarrassed that he didn’t understand the first time.

Noticing his mood, you gently pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Anytime, darling,” your voice was muffled by his curls, but he could hear you clearly. You could feel the smile take over his face as he replied, kissing your shoulder.

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Coffee for a lifetime

Paring: Max Verstappen Summary: Max visits a small coffee van and now he has a new favorite place to go after a race weekend.

You had been working at Lee's coffee van for almost three years. It was safe to say that you enjoyed it, for the most part.

Some days there would be outlandishly rude customers who seemed to think that whatever you said was just a suggestion. The saying "the customer knows best" was a load of BS in your opinion.

Like today.

You were on the last leg of your six-hour shift, and it was quiet. If you knew anything from your time here, it was that quiet was never good.

You had been cleaning up the front in hopes of an early escape, not wanting to stay back much longer after your shift.

That’s when an older lady walked up. She seemed to be in her late 50s and came marching up to the window like she owned the place. Only she didn’t, and you had never seen her before.

After taking her order and serving her the coffee she asked for, she pushed it back to you half-empty, demanding a refund because it was “not made right.”

So here you were, in the last half hour of your shift, dealing with this woman while a line slowly formed behind her. When you say line, it was one guy, but still. Your point stood.

After another gruesome five minutes, the guy behind her seemed fed up too. He walked up to the counter with a sour smile directed at the woman and spoke.

“I apologise for interrupting, but I would enjoy my visit here a lot more if I didn’t have to hear your arguing over something you’re clearly and severely wrong about.”

His voice was strong. His point got across the moment he opened his mouth. His accent was thick. You couldn’t quite place where it was from, but it stood out to you and seemingly to the lady in front of you too.

She looked visibly shocked, as if the idea of someone talking back to her had never occurred to her. Her mouth hung open, and her cheeks immediately heated up in embarrassment. She hadn’t expected others to be annoyed by her complaining.

The woman quickly took back her coffee, which was definitely on the colder side, and ran back to her car, out of sight.

Little did you know, the reason she was so embarrassed wasn’t just because she got called out. It was because of who called her out. Max Verstappen, famous F1 racing driver known all around the world as Red Bull’s king.

You weren’t a fan of the sport, not finding much interest in rich men driving around and then complaining when something went wrong. All you knew was that there was a race this weekend.

Your boss, always eager to cash in on big events, decided to draw in racing fans by putting up some propaganda, as you called it, for one of the teams. You weren’t sure which one.

Max smiled at you before apologising. “I’m sorry for making a scene, but I’ve had an iffy day and just wanted a coffee. I could tell you couldn’t be bothered dealing with her.”

You gently shook your head.

“Don’t apologise, please. It’s fine. I’m surprised you got her out of here so fast. Normally they like to stay and complain longer. Anyway, what can I get you?” you asked.

Max gave you his coffee order with a smile before noticing the small decorations around the van.

“You a big McLaren fan?” he asked, nodding toward the decor.

You shook your head while brewing the coffee. “There’s this big race on this weekend and the boss likes to capitalise on weekends like this by putting up some decorations related to the event,” you explained, mixing the coffee.

“Every year he changes the colours. Last year it was black and blue, who I believe was Mercedes, and the year before that was pink, and I have no clue who that was,” you said with a laugh. Max’s gentle laugh joined yours.

“Smart man,” he replied as you handed him the coffee.

“You work here every weekend?” he asked. The question surprised you, but you nodded. Normally, you would have ignored a question like that or lied, but for some reason you didn’t do either with Max.

He nodded back, offering you a small smile.

“Then I shall see you tomorrow for some coffee. Hopefully without the lady this time,” he said.

You let out a small, real laugh.

“Yes, hopefully without the lady,” you nodded, watching as he walked back to his car.

You allowed yourself to smile. You weren’t complaining about the company.

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Canada comfort

Paring: Lando Norris x Reader summary: After the incident in Canada, you find your self trying to comfort you boyfriend

Canada. The stupid Canadian Grand Prix was a horror show. It felt like a never-ending memory, the crash repeating itself in your head. Over and over and over again. And you knew for a fact it was even worse in Lando’s.

Lando loved racing. It was his whole world. So when he did not finish at a race that really mattered to him, the championship, it felt like everything relied on this one event. Everything relied on this moment.

He had crashed. It was all his fault. He caused both himself and Oscar to crash, costing them both a podium. Costing himself points. So he locked himself away from the world, hiding in the driver's room as the race came to a finish.

He knew he needed to apologise. To Oscar. To the team. To the fans. To you. Because he had screwed up. He had ruined both his and Oscar's chance of gaining any points. It hurt. It truly hurt to think about.

You knew Lando better than most people. Better than you knew yourself. And as you saw him exit the driver's room, you could immediately tell what was wrong. You could read his thoughts, see the pain in his eyes.

You watched, hidden among the crowd of orange. Watching from afar as he apologised to Oscar. He slowly made his way to his driver's room while you made your way there too, getting there first. Lando had been stopped by a few members of the team.

You watched as the door opened and you were immediately pulled into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head tucked into your neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. His voice broke halfway through the words. "I don't know why I did it. It was so stupid," he added, his voice weak. You said nothing, knowing anything you said in that moment would be ignored.

All you did was rub his back and run your hand through his hair, letting him calm his mind before you spoke softly, whispering in his ear.

"It's okay. You're okay. That's all that matters," you said gently, and Lando shook his head.

"It's not okay. I cost the team." His voice almost made you cry. It hurt to hear him speak like that, especially about himself.

"The team only cares that you're okay. It's just one bad race, and you're doing so well in the others," you whispered. You felt him relax in your hold. Not completely. He did not take your words as a solution to his mistake.

He took the words as they were. Just sounds. Just letters trying to make sense of everything. He did not relax because of the words. He relaxed because you were there. You gave him what he needed in that moment.

A reminder that he was not alone. A reminder that you were there. That you always would be.

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No post till tomorrow, I'm so sorry but I've had tests all week and I had my GAT so I have not had time to write as of yet

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I share the same sentiment with you for the most part, except for the part that I seem not to be able to ignore the McLaren crash... It's like that image after the crash hit me too hard that it wouldn't go away easily :(( (or I lowkey hope for a comfort fic to Lando if you're up for it). I'm happy for Kimi and George! Though the 5 hours wait just to confirm George's win is hilariously embarrassing for F1 if you ask me. And yes, sir Lewis... oh sir Lewis deserves better (and the groundhog too xD)

The crash will haunt many people (screw you papaya rules), i have chosen to ignore it in hopes i will wake up one day and it'll be a bad dream. (I shall work on that Lando fic (:)

F1 is just embarrassing themselves recently (especially with the whole George thing and the leaderboard stuff ups)

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On a side note, did you watch the canada gp last monday? What are your thoughts about that event if I may ask?

I did and I was shocked!

I'm so happy for Kimi he is one of my favorite rookies, and I think that hes doing amazing for his rookie year.

McLaren crash, it hurt because I am a fan of both of them. I love Oscar (I'm bias as an Aussie) and I love Lando because I have been watching him for ages. So i am choosing to ignore that part of the weekend.

I'm heartbroken for Lewis and the groundhog because you could see how much it affected him, and everything.

What about you? What where your thoughts?

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Thank you so much for fulfilling my request! And i'm positive that you weren't taking so long so no apologies needed <3 It's amazing to see that you managed to create 9 different happy and fun memories which were pretty Oscar-coded imo. Going through each one made me feel really happy and cozy knowing that how loved Oscar was and he knew <3 Seriously, you didn't have to proof-read it because it was already so good that I can find myself reread it for as long as I can. Thank you Quinn <3

Omg anno!! Your way to sweet, I'm so happy you liked the request, and I tried to make it fit in with Oscars personality and character so I'm so happy that you thought it did!!

Once again, thank you so much for requesting!!

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Since the rules are clear and if I still have the honor to be your very first requester then here I go. I'd like to request a fluff shot with Oscar & the prompt: It's season break, reader shows how much she loves Oscar by sticking 9 (since his number is 81 ykwim) love notes in their house's furniture which each note gives clue about where the next one is. (I'm thinking of the 9th note being the reader waiting with a cake in their shared bed just to celebrate that he's home with her now).<3

9 Note Of My Love

Paring: Oscar Piastri x reader Summery: Oscar finally has his break from racing, so you decide to make him a cake to show him you appreciation. Notes: Thank you so so so much for my first request I hope I made it justice!! I apologies for taking so long to write it its my longest fic as of yet! not proof read

You had been dating Oscar for some time now, and unfortunately, you weren’t always able to attend many of his races. So when the time for a break came around, you were excited not only to see him again but to spend the break together. Wanting to show Oscar just how much you loved him, you decided to create a small scavenger hunt.

You set out nine notes around your house, all leading to your bedroom, where you planned to hold a small celebration, just the two of you. But nonetheless, a celebration.

At first, you wanted to buy a cake and ask for custom writing, but in a moment of TikTok and Pinterest inspiration, you made the cake yourself. It turned out so much better than expected.

Once the cake was made and set in the fridge so the frosting wouldn’t melt, you started on the sticky notes. You began by placing one on the hall stand next to the front door. Then, one by one, you placed the rest. Your plan slowly came together until it was complete. Now it was just a waiting game. From the text you’d just received, he was five minutes away.

Oscar was excited to be home. After a long few weeks of constant flying, he was finally free. Free to have late mornings in bed with you. Free to cook breakfast with you. Really, he was just excited to be with you.

So when he entered the house, he expected to see you standing there, arms wide open, greeting him with that smile of yours, the smile that had become home to him over the months. Instead, he was met with a sticky note that read:

'Where our first memory was in this house.'

Oscar smiled as the memory played through his head.

You and Oscar had just moved into the house. The sun was setting and one of your shared playlists played in the background. You were standing in the middle of the kitchen, organizing the cutlery, when he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently swaying to the song.

He gently grabbed the wooden spoon from your hands, mouthing the words being sung, then spun you around, causing you to laugh at him. He remembered how your smile lit up the entire room. He remembered the way the light hit your face. He remembered how all his thoughts were consumed by you. That was one of his favourite memories from this house because it was just the two of you. Oscar and you.

As he walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, he couldn’t help but glance around for any signs of where you might be hiding, but there were none. He entered the kitchen and spotted the wooden spoon on the counter, a yellow sticky note attached.

'Our first date'

His smile grew wider as he read the note, then looked around the room. He found the next clue stuck to a fake plant sitting in the corner of the small reading nook.

Your first date wasn’t anything spectacular, but to the two of you, it meant everything. He had asked you out at a small café in a large shopping center. The two of you sat down for lunch and then spent the afternoon walking around, talking about everything and nothing.

That was until you stopped mid-sentence, captivated by something in a shop window. It was a simple plant, hanging over a pot. But he knew it wasn’t the plant that had caught your attention.

It was the pot. A light green pot, decorated with small koalas, each with different expressions, some holding eucalyptus leaves, others hugging each other.

He remembered walking out of the shopping center with what you claimed was his son and what would forever be your first child.

Now the pot sat in the corner collecting dust, the koalas still barely visible. But if you looked closely enough, you could make out their faces. Hanging off one of the leaves was a pink piece of paper, decorated with koala stickers, making Oscar chuckle.

He read the next clue:

'The flat pack'

This one made him laugh out loud. He knew exactly what you were referring to.

It was your first and last flat pack attempt. You needed a new couch, one you didn’t want to spend a fortune on since it was just for guests. Usually, the two of you watched TV from your bed.

You’d called him, begging for help, and being the amazing boyfriend he was, he came to assist. At first, he thought, “How hard can it be?”

Turns out it was very hard. The instructions made no sense, and neither of you had any experience with flat packs. It was a brand-new experience.

After about an hour, you managed to assemble the frame, but it was wrong. You had a spare piece left over, but it looked okay, so you left it and added the cushions.

To this day, the couch has worked perfectly. That leftover piece now lives in the attic, awaiting the day you finally figure out what it was for.

In the living room, Oscar saw a familiar note sitting on the couch, folded neatly.

'Our Movie'

It wasn’t a movie you were both in, but it was your favourite one to watch together. It had become tradition. Every time he came home from a race, the two of you would sit down and watch this movie while eating. It never got old.

Oscar remembered a key memory tied to that movie. Before either of you had moved in together, you’d invited him over for a movie night.

Just the two of you, rugged up in your bed watching The Mighty Ducks. Neither of you knew anything about hockey, but you loved the movie. He remembered you hating Adam when he first joined the team, and the passionate speech you gave about how unfair it was. Then, halfway through the movie, you completely switched sides and started defending Adam. That was the moment Oscar realized he was in love with you.

Oscar walked over to the shelf full of DVDs, pulling out The Mighty Ducks to find a new note stuck on the actors’ faces. This sixth note was messier than the others.

'It's a love story'

It took him a moment before an idea came to mind. He quickly walked over to the corner of the lounge room and opened the drawer where he found it.

It had been a passing joke you mentioned. Nothing he was meant to listen to or remember, just words said to pass the time. But Oscar didn’t take it as a joke or just a passing comment.

So when you said how much you would have loved for someone to do the "Say Anything" moment, Oscar decided to do it to the best of his ability.

Unfortunately, he didn’t own a boombox, and no one he knew had one either. Plus, your window wasn’t low enough for him to pull it off. So he did the next best thing.

A week after you mentioned it, he gathered everything he needed. A Bluetooth speaker, a rather large one at that. Your favourite song, ready to play at the touch of his fingertips. And something Lloyd didn’t have — a sign asking you to be his girlfriend.

That was his plan. It was the middle of the day when he knocked on your door. As he heard the locks on your apartment start to turn, he pressed play. The song started at the perfect moment as you opened the door.

Oscar remembered the way you smiled when you saw what he had done. Before he could even bring out the sign, he heard you gasp. And before he could process what was happening, your body had already flung itself at him.

It was safe to say that moment had become one of his favourite memories.

'The broken gift.'

This one, he’d take responsibility for.

Earlier in the season, the team threw a party to celebrate Oscar’s birthday. Most people gave money or gift cards, but Lando, being a thoughtful teammate, gave him a new photo frame with a picture of the two of you inside.

The photo had been taken after his first race win, during the chaos just as everyone was leaving the paddock. You and Oscar were tucked into a corner of the garage, his head buried in your shoulder, your hand running through his hair. One of the mechanics had captured the moment, knowing how much it would mean to the two of you.

The photo frame was cherished for three days. Until you and Oscar came home from a night out. He was drunk, hanging off you like a koala, arms swinging.

When you tried to get him to stand on his own, he swung his arm back and smashed the frame. It still hangs on the wall, the glass cracked but the memory intact.

You kept it because, as you explained, it adds personality to the house. Though Oscar still believes you kept it for the embarrassment. You don’t deny that was a bonus.

'The chocolate'

As he read the sheet, the embarrassment crept up on his face.

Six months ago, his mother had sent you a box of small gifts, including a candle shaped like a Christmas tree. Oscar, home alone, mistook it for chocolate.

It looked like chocolate. In his defense, you’d left him unsupervised.

So he took a bite, and it tasted awful. Wanting to be polite, he didn’t say anything to his mum and put it back in the fridge.

When you came home, you went to grab a drink and saw the candle, now missing a chunk. You called out to Oscar, who immediately defended himself, saying, “The chocolate tasted bad but I didn’t want to throw it out.”

You laughed at him for a solid few minutes before explaining it was a candle.

Oscar knew then that he’d never live it down. And he hasn’t.

The candle now sits on the TV stand as a reminder, a story retold to many guests. The next note was wedged on top of the candle.

"We almost considered throwing this out. Several times."

Immediately, he made his way to the hallway, where a clock sat.

The clock had been a gift from Hattie, who found it in an antique shop and thought it suited you both. Unfortunately, no one realized how loud the ticking was.

The first night it was up was a nightmare.

The two of you lay awake, listening to the ticking echo through the house. Every second, tick, tick, tick.

You both wanted to throw it out the window. But you gave it a chance, assuming you'd get used to it. You didn’t.

After a week of little sleep, you both agreed the clock had to stop.

Oscar took it off the wall and put it in a cupboard. A smart idea on paper.

But the wall looked empty, and guilt crept in. So the clock went back up. Then came down. Then went back up. This went on for months.

One night, when the ticking kept you up, you grabbed a screwdriver, took out the batteries, and placed the clock back on the wall.

You both agreed to put the batteries back in when guests came over to make it seem like the clock worked.

As he stared at the clock, he spotted the final note.

'It’s the last one :)'

Below it, the final clue read:

'Our favorite place <3'

He knew exactly where to go. The shared bedroom.

Sleepless movie nights, cuddling under the heater with hot chocolate, quiet mornings. This room held all of it. It was your favourite place too.

When he walked in, he found you standing there, holding a cake.

“Welcome home,” you said, as Oscar read the message on the cake.

He looked at you, eyes filled with nothing but love. He walked over, letting you set the cake down on the bed before pulling you into a hug.

As he buried his face into your shoulder, he felt at home once again.

“I love you,” he whispered warmly, filling your heart with love as his arms wrapped around you in a hold you never wanted to leave.

“Did you enjoy the notes?” you whispered into his ear, feeling him nod into your shoulder. He gently exhaled before pulling back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispered before kissing you softly.

<3

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Umm I woke up this morning with a notification saying I got 500 likes so thank you all so much I am wiritng my first request now and it's should be posted later!!

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Hobbies

Paring: Max Verstappen x reader Summary: Max gets bord while on race breaks, and decides to pick up new hobbies. Some are better than others

You’d been dating Max for almost a year now, and it had been great. From lazy morning sleep-ins to late-night dinner dates, you loved all of it. But your favorite parts of the year weren’t the planned outings or romantic getaways. They were the random little things Max did.

Take last week, for example. You’d come home from a long day at work, carrying a bag of McDonald's. You knew Max wasn’t supposed to be eating that kind of food because of his diet.

Not that either of you cared, as long as his nutritionist didn’t find out. It had become a quiet, monthly tradition between the two of you. But when you walked through the door expecting to see your boyfriend, you were instead greeted by a massive toy car racetrack taking over the living room. Max was sitting in the middle of it, commentating like it was the next Formula 1 Grand Prix.

“Who’s winning?” you asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And for the two of you, it was. These little moments were some of your most treasured memories. No matter how long you’d been together, you were always discovering these small, weird, wonderful things about each other.

You were used to coming home and finding Max mid-obsession. There was the week he became addicted to building flat packs. You gained three shelves, a chest of drawers, and six bookshelves from that phase. All of which remained mostly empty since neither of you owned enough stuff to fill them.

But this week had taken a turn you never expected.

With a rare week off from racing, Max had decided to try his hand at crocheting. He was not as good as he thought.

The first thing he made was supposed to be a blanket. And, to be fair, it looked like a blanket. If that blanket had been through fifty years of wear and tear. Still, you didn’t say a word. You just smiled and congratulated him because of the way he looked at you. Like a kid proudly showing off a school project. Someone else could break the news to him. Not you.

Today, though, had rendered you completely speechless.

You walked in, once again holding a bag of greasy food you had both been craving. Max met you at the door with his hands out, and you passed the bag to him without a thought. You kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket. But when you walked into the living room, you stopped.

The couch. It was rainbow. A couch cover, clearly crocheted, had been draped over the whole thing like a technicolor explosion.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, staring directly at it.

Max glanced at you, then back at the couch. “I prefer creative, but whatever works for you.”

He sat down proudly on the rainbow monstrosity, patting the spot next to him and placing the bag of food on the coffee table. You shook your head but joined him anyway.

Immediately, he pulled you into his side. Your body fit against his perfectly. A familiar comfort settled between you without needing a single word. A random movie played in the background as you took your first bite of food.

“You really need a new hobby,” you mumbled through a mouthful of burger.

Max nodded slowly, his eyes full of amusement. “Yeah. I’m thinking ceramics.” He looked down at you with a soft smile. His eyes were filled with nothing but love. <3

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Hello Quinn! Thank you for making this blog and sharing your writing to us readers! I really enjoyed your first two fics about Charles and Lando, especially the Lando one. Because how dare he disturbed my sleep and being cute at the same time?!! That's not fair! I wouldn't be able to get mad at him like that lol. But anw, before I go and spam your ask box with requests, I'd like to know what's your borderline for things that you'll write and won't. I care about and respect your comfort zone <3

Hello!!!! omg your so sweet , and thank you for asking about my boundaries sorry for taking so long to get back to you!!!

Things I wont write are darker themes, but I am fine with angst and all that good stuff just not darker themes. Hopefully that makes sense!!!

Other than that I am open to write anything, I can't wait to hear your requests!!!! <3

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It's too early for this

Paring: Lando Norris x reader Summery: Lando loves talking to you, even if its not at the most reasonable of times. Notes: This is really short but I ran out of ideas also I'm not sure how to feel about the texting part, once again not proof read

You liked to sleep. It was safe to say that one of your favorite moments of the day was lying down in bed, under the covers, putting on a random movie you wouldn’t end up watching, and falling asleep.

Unfortunately for you, Lando liked you more than you liked sleep. So, you had grown used to adding his ridiculous racing schedule into your Sunday night plans, even if it meant staying up till midnight watching your boyfriend drive in circles.

Don’t get it wrong. You were a fan. You loved watching him, just not at midnight when you could be sleeping. Today was like most Sundays, you had a late dinner and put on a movie before the race, then watched the race until it was over. Unfortunately, Lando hadn’t won this race, but he still got a podium. And like every night you were away from each other, you had a quick call. Both of you shared what you'd done during the day and what you had planned for Monday.

By the time the call ended, it was two in the morning, and your eyes were falling shut as you spoke. After saying your goodbyes and trading “I love yous,” you were ready to sleep.

You felt the regular comfort as you shut your eyes, falling into a peaceful slumber. Until it was interrupted by your phone. It was buzzing insistently on your bedside table, and you had half a mind to throw it across the room. Picking it up, you checked both the time and who was calling. It was almost five o’clock in the morning, and, three guesses who it was, none other than your boyfriend, Lando Norris.

A tired smile made its way onto your face as you answered. “Hello, love,” you greeted him softly, your voice cracking with tiredness.

“Hey babe, guess what I’ve just found!” he practically yelled into the phone. You could almost see the smile on his face. Before you could reply, he continued, “There were these stuffed toys in a shop I passed. There was an orange one and a yellow one, and I thought of us, so I had to call you!” he explained joyfully. “You wanna see?”

You let out a laugh, attempting to rub the sleep from your eyes. “Love, it’s five in the morning. Send me a photo, please. I’m too tired to FaceTime right now,” you whispered into the phone, a quiet yawn escaping your mouth.

You felt your phone buzz almost as soon as you finished your sentence. “Okay, sent! I’ll call you again tomorrow.” You smiled, hoping he could feel it through the phone.

“Ok, love-” Before you could finish your goodbye, a gasp cut through the line.

“I’ve just seen these two birds, and they were sharing a chip! They were so cute. Would you still love me if I was a bird?” Lando quickly spewed into the phone.

“Were they sharing a chip or fighting for it?” you asked, putting your phone on speaker and laying it next to you, too tired to hold it to your ear anymore.

“I think they were fighting but- Hey, don’t avoid the question!” he cut himself off.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Depends what kind of bird, Lando. But yes, I would love you if you suddenly transformed into a bird.”

You could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “Good. Because if you were a bird, I’d make you a little birdhouse and feed you worms and seeds every day. You’d be the most spoiled bird in the world.” He spoke like he’d just won a million dollars. And if you asked him, he had. You were worth more than that.

You shook your head before replying, “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m about to fall asleep, but I really want to hear how you’d treat me.” You spoke softly.

“Oh, right. Yeah, sorry,” he apologised quietly.

“Love, it’s okay. I just need some sleep, and I promise we can talk all day tomorrow if you want,” you quickly assured him, not wanting him to cut his little rants short.

You loved hearing his thoughts about the little things, because they were, well... interesting. Just not at five o’clock in the morning, when you’d only had three hours of sleep.

“I love you, Lan,” you murmured into the phone after a quiet moment.

You could hear the cheerfulness return to his voice as he spoke. “I love you too. I’ll talk to you later.” Once the call ended, you placed your phone on Do Not Disturb, just in case, before sinking back into bed and falling asleep again. You were unaware of the messages you were about to receive.

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Today A Mermaid Tried To Kill Me

Summery: Charles was having an amazing day, before a Mermaid tried to kill him.

Paring: professional mermaid!reader x Charles Leclerc

Notes: This is my first fic so feel free to comment your thoughts and feelings, also it is quite late at night and I should be in bed by now but i finished this and I was happy to get it out! Hope you enjoy

It had been a very long day, hearing children scream through the glass practically punching the glass to get your attention, is this how fish felt? Your shift was longer than your usual one, you having been forced to cover another employee's shift. 

Work had been long and seemingly never ending, the screams of excited children echoing through the glass of the fish tank causing all the fish to swim off in fear. The children were ignorant to that part of the show, their attention fully invested in you, the mermaid. In their childish logic, banging and screaming on the glass will gain your attention. While yes it's true, it's also really annoying. You felt bad for the fish. Is this what they had to deal with?

While your normal hours were three hours of being a mermaid and two of explaining one of the animals which lived here, today one of your coworkers couldn’t come in. They had some sort of last minute appointment at least that's what they told your boss. When in reality they had a party and have been posting pictures of it during your day. So it was safe to say you were annoyed.

After you finished your final minutes of swimming you waved goodbye to the kids and the adults who had gathered around the tank. You were sick of children at the moment once again considering your life choices. You were sick of their stick hands staining the glass, and their little screams at you whenever you did anything vaguely interesting. While adorable with the odd kid who would gently wave and offer you a small smile, an overwhelming amount of the kids were more, dirty and gross.

Now with your new schedule, what would normally be a few hour gap between your otter speech and your mermaid reenactment, now it was limited to ten minutes. Ten minutes to get you from one side of the aquarium to the other. 

It was safe to say that the halls were packed, it seemed like everyone around you needed to be somewhere, so as you ran through the halls tail in hand finn dragging across the fall leaving a small trail of water, you failed to realise the person walking towards you- well more like running, and unfortunately for you he ran right into the back of you and slipped on the trail of water.

Charles was having an almost normal day, with the sudden decision to go to the aquarium and the morning call he got from his mother about how he needed to take photos of the otters. It was safe to say he enjoyed his morning.

As he entered the rather large building he was immediately struck with a group of people begging for his photo and him to sign the shirt they had on, even if it had nothing to do with him. This was normal, what happened next wasn’t.

The staff seemed to realise his need to relax and quickly ushered him into the back of the aquarium, the same view as the public viewing just a different angle. So as he slowly made his way around the tanks watching the ecosystems exist, watching the animals act as if they were not being watched every second of their lives. During his thoughts he failed to notice the long trail of water which crossed paths with him along with the body creating the trail. 

Suddenly there was a crash of colours, a tail dropping from your hands onto the floor beside you along with the random man. 

“Oh shit, I am so sorry!” Those were the first words he heard from the mermaid's mouth, or person? He wasn’t sure what to call you, you had a tail and were drenched in water. As he laid in the pool of water which was gathering from the tail and yourself. He couldn’t help but admire you. 

Your hair shone in the light and your voice was almost angelic, the more you spoke the more the words seemed to fade out. All Charles could think at that point in time was that he may have just been killed by the most beautiful mermaid he’s ever seen. 

“Are you alright? Do I need to call Sam, he's got some sort of medical experience.” You rushed out, knowing for a fact that Sam, your coworker. Took a course a few years ago in baking and learnt the basic first aid training there. Though you weren’t sure why. You could practically hear the timer ticking by slowly dropping down before you would be late to the otter show. 

“Uh-Yes,no, yeah I am fine. Just didn’t expect to nearly die at the hands of a mermaid” he spoke, his accent strong gracing your ears, you could help but raise your eyebrow at what he’d called you before remembering that you were in fact standing next to a mermaid tail, the air around you slowly started to grow awkward as the silence stretched as the strange man moved into a sitting position.

Charles almost slapped himself for the comment before he could speak up and take back the words he had spoken when you intervened. 

“Most people call me y/n but if you prefer mermaid, I guess I can deal with that, human.” as you spoke you offered a smile in an attempt to ease the silence. To your relief the stranger let out a laugh. 

“Well my dear mermaid, I go by charles but if you prefer human, I guess that works for me.” He spoke slowly standing up on the wet floor. Before you could respond you felt you watch buzz notifying you that the otter talk was about to happen. You looked at Charles before quickly speaking.

‘I would love to chat more but I've got to go do my job, you know, talk about the otters” as you spoke your hands move wildly around before you made a quick dash down the hallway to the otter enclosure leaving the tail behind in your rush.

Charles stood there stunted, his mouth opening and closing debating on whether to speak up or not. He looked to the ground and picked up the shiny blue tail that lay there smiling slightly as he followed the soaking wet footprints to the otter enclosure. 

By the time he had made it to space, having made several wrong turns he was able to hear part of your talk. You were standing in the large enclosure on a rock strategically placed at the back of the room acting like a stage for you.

 “Now I'm sure you’ve all seen the adorable images of otters holding hands?” Your voice echoed through the space, he could see the kids who were engrossed in whatever you were saying, much like charles himself, but unlike charles, the kids were listening for the facts, charles was listening to your voice.

“While yes it is super cute, there's a reason behind it. Now in the wild Otters have to sleep like you and me, now if they fall asleep in the water, the otters will hold hands stopping themselves from being separated." As you finished your small speech you could see all the excited faces of the children grasping on to their parents arms whispering about the facts shared. You waved goodbye to the children and the adults apologising for the shortened speech. 

As the last pair left you went to turn around when you heard a voice, “You know, I didn’t realise how many types of otters there are. I thought there were maybe two maximum of three” Charles’s accent wandered through the enclosure quite enough not to echo loud enough to be heard.

“Well, dear human, that is a fact that mermaids know” You spoke with a laugh wandering around the otters habitat cleaning up the shells of the clams they had previously eaten. 

Charles' laugh was quick to follow yours, as he watched you pack up, “well then I shall forever wish to be a mermaid, even if it is just a dream, though I think most mermaids need a tail” He added the last part like it had been an afterthought.

“Now not to be upfront, but I think I need to have the number of a real mermaid, you know proof for my friends” His voice shook with practised confidence, you were almost certain that this was second nature for the man. You couldn’t help but shake your head at his statement.

“How many times have you said that line?” You spoke sarcastically, “I’m sure all the girls swoon” you added with a smile walking over to the small fence which acted as a blockade between the otters enclosure and the hallways of the aquarium. 

“You're the first mermaid I've met, so only once now” He spoke, moving out of the way allowing you to gently jump over the fence having placed the shell bucket down. You shook your head with a smile fighting its way onto your face.

“Fine but only for proof, no random messages” You say playfully closing the upper half of the enclosure leading Charles towards your locker.

“So I can tell everyone a mermaid tried to kill me but not message the mermaid about my day?” He spoke grinning ear to ear as he quickly grabbed his phone out of the pocket it was sat in. You didn’t offer his statement an answer as you thoroughly washed your hands from the dirt, grime, and food which had stuck during the show. After drying your hands Charles extends his phone to you, contact already named ‘Mermaid ✨’. You let out a small chuckle before typing in your number. 

“No funny business, Charles” You spoke playfully pointing your finger at him. “I will be looking forward to proving you friends wrong” You added before you walked back into the locker room ready to change out of your soaking wet clothes. Leaving Charles outside smiling like an idiot at his phone as he typed out his first message.

‘So do you like seafood or it that like eating your friends, cause if so, then ill have to find another restaurant’.  

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