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thank you all so much for 500 followers!!!

to celebrate this i would like to write 5 requests (so pls send some in) with eat of them being 500 words.

i would try to write them all this month but idk if i can to it so i would need max 1 month to write them ig <3

again, thanks for following and i would appreciate if you could participate by sending in a request (i‘d write for the current f1 grid x reader)!

edit: i was serious abt the requests pls send them in…

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i would marry him

pairing: lando norris x reader (the reader is german btw for this fic) warnings: none words: ig 900 or so?

summary: lando wins silverstone but are you happier for nico than him?

You stood in the McLaren garage, watching the race unfold on the TV in front of you. Lando was still behind Oscar, though he will go into the pits this lap because of his 10 second penalty. And you knew that Lando will come out in front of him.

When it was finally time for Oscar’s pitstop you were on the edge of your seat, watching intently as everything unfolded in front of your eyes.

When Oscar came out a few seconds behind Lando you smiled widely. Of course, you would be happy for Oscar if he had won the Grand Prix, but you wanted your boyfriend to win. It was his home race which was special.

A couple seconds later you saw how Nico was in third. When did that happen? You had been so focused on Lando you didn’t realize that the German driver had caught up. On the TV you saw how Lewis behind him tried to catch up.

At the same time a team radio appeared on screen. Oscar. He asked to switch positions with Lando.

Your eyes widened. Excuse you? He had a penalty. Yes, you had also thought that 10 seconds were a bit excessive, but it didn’t change the fact that he was the one to break behind the safety car and got the penalty. Penalties weren’t there that you could later just switch places with your teammate to come out in front either way.

You sighed in relief when you heard the response to Oscar’s ask. No. They won’t tell Lando to switch positions.

Ok, back to watching Nico, you thought to yourself.

He still was in front of Lewis, having a decent gap to him.

The last lap started.

You held your breath as Lando got closer and closer to the finish line. At the same part you looked for Nico. Was he still safe? He didn’t crash. Perfect.

Then Lando crossed the line. Checkered flag. You cheered. But not for long as you were back to watching Nico take the last corners. And he crossed the line. P3! His first podium.

Your cheers have gotten louder and louder. It was Nico’s first podium. 239 races. 15 years. The first German on the podium since Sebastian.

You followed everyone to congratulate Lando. And maybe Nico.

Lando just pulled into parc fermé and got into the car where Oscar congratulated him immediately. Then went over to the team, his family and you.

The first one he reached was you and he hugged you tightly.

“You won it”, you practically shouted so he’d be able to hear you.

“I did”, he replied just as loud.

“I am so proud of you, you drove so well! Only 8 points now to be back to leading the WDC”, you told him which made Lando grin even wider.

“Easy”, he said winking.

“Tell Nico congratulations from me in the cool down room”, you asked Lando, pointing to the blonde driver who was currently celebrating with his team.

“Why do I feel like you are happier for him than me”, Lando just replied squinting at you.

“He is German. I am German. The patriotic side of me is showing, babe. You’ll have to live with it”, you said smiling sweetly and pressing a quick kiss to Lando’s lips.

“Ohh, I see. You don’t want to celebrate with me tonight but with Nico. Alright. Fine by me”, he said, being fake mean.

“No! Babe!”, you pressed a hand to your chest. “You can’t do this to me”, you pouted.

“Oh, I can. I really do. You’ll see.”

You were still pouting.

“Still, tell Nico I am happy for him and I love him and if he didn’t already have a wife I would marry him for sure.”

“You know that I am literally your boyfriend who just won his home race for the first time??”, Lando asked like you were insane.

“Yes, I know. But I am German and Nico just got his first podium which is absolutely insane! He made more points that Verstappen the last 4 races! In a Sauber!”

“Yeah ok, that is in fact remarkable but I am still your boyfriend”, Lando complained.

“And you’ll be exactly that even though I am happy for Nico”

“Yeah, but just because Nico is already taken…”, Lando muttered but you just pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Lando turned around and moved to the interviews and after that grabbed Nico’s helmet that he forgot in parc fermé and brought that with his own helmet to the cool down room.

You watched what happened in the cool down room on your phone with the headphones. You didn’t understand everything thanks to the noise around you but you saw that Oscar was pissed. Lando was happy. And Nico… looked… happy? You couldn’t really tell. He seemed happy but confused thanks to him not being on the podium in 15 years.

Then you finally saw how Nico’s name was called for the podium ceremony. Then Oscar’s and finally your Lando’s.

He stepped on the top step of the podium, ready to receive his trophy and the FIA medal. He also got a second trophy, made out of Lego.

Then Oscar got his Lego trophy and then Nico got his. You raised your eyebrows as you realized he really only got a damn Lego trophy for his first ever Formula 1 podium. That he drove in the rain. In a freakin’ tractor.

You cheered for Lando from beneath the podium. He smiled down at you and his family and in general he simply looked like the happiest man alive.

***

That evening you were already in bed while Lando was still in the bathroom.

‘Congrats on the podium!!’, you messaged Nico on Instagram.

In the meanwhile Lando returned from the bathroom.

“Do I get my reward now?”

a/n: thanks for always waiting so patiently for new fanfiction!! comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3 (also check this fanfic of a mutual out)

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my lucky charm

pairing: kimi antonelli x reader warnings: none word count: around 700

summary: kimi wins his first podium with you there to watch him 

You knew Kimi didn’t expect the race weekend to be going this well. He went into FP1 thinking he could try. A new track. A new race. 

He was determined to try his hardest to finally get this podium he so badly wanted. He wanted to stand there, in front of thousands of fans, spraying champagne on whoever else would be on the podium with him. It didn’t even have to be a win. Just to stand on one of the steps was everything he wanted. 

And you were there that weekend. That was the most important thing to him. To share that experience with you. 

So there you were. Standing in the back of the Mercedes garage. You had headphones over your ears, listening to the radio of Kimi and his race engineer. 

When Kimi overtook Oscar in Lap 1 you let out a scream. You were overjoyed. Then you were hoping, praying, wishing that Kimi would have amazing pitstops, an amazing strategy. 

You have always believed in him. You knew he would reach so many of his dreams. Winning races. Winning a championship at some point. 

One and a half hours. One and a half hours you were staring at the screen, watching you boyfriend race. He was driving so well. 

At some point you were seriously scared he might be overtaken by Oscar. But then. Boom. Crash. Safety car. 

You knew that as long as the safety car would be in, Kimi wouldn’t be overtaken. And then the checkered flag. 

You squealed, jumped up and down. Hugged the closest person who happened to be Carmen, George’s girlfriend. 

She as well was overjoyed to see her boyfriend win the race and immediately hugged you back without making you feel awkward or anything. 

“They did it”, Carmen now squealed as well. “Double Podium!” 

From the front of the garage you could hear Toto congratulating Kimi on his podium and George on his win. 

George pulled into parc fermé , followed by Max, who came in second, and Kimi. 

You grinned from one ear to another, watching intently as Nico interviewed the guys. 

Then, as soon as possible you went to hug him. 

“Congrats, babe! I am so proud of you, I told you, you’d make it!”, you immediately yelled over the noise. 

“Looks like you are my lucky charm! I love you so much, amore mio!”, Kimi shouted back, squeezing you as tightly as possible. 

“No. That was all you. I am not your lucky charm! You were simply amazing! Now go cool down and enjoy the champagne!”

“Thanks! See you then, tesoro!” Kimi said before turning around to follow the others to the cool down room. 

He was excited to finally be in this room with his first F1 podium. 

He watched the Highlights with the biggest smile on his face.

Talked to the others. With the biggest smile on his face. 

He hadn’t anticipated to feel that amazing. But he did. This wasn’t some undeserved win. 

He didn’t win because of the safety car. 

That was all him. His skill. His driving. 

He couldn’t have been prouder. 

***

Later, after the podium ceremony he ran, still champagne soaked to his bones. 

“There is my smelly boyfriend!”, he heard his favorite voice before feeling two arms wrap around his chest from behind him. 

“Woah you really smell strongly like champagne. Smells like victory. Your victory”, you said. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it does. Kimi said and you could hear the smile in his face before he even turned around and you saw the grin. 

You leaned forward and pressed you lips to his. They tasted faintly like champagne. 

“I am so freaking proud of you. My baby. I love you. And I will try to come to so many more races to support you. I don’t want to miss your first win.”

“Thanks. It really means a lot to me. Now. Going to the hotel?”, he asked, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“Yes, let’s go. You can shower and change and then we’ll go celebrate, ok?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go, amore mio.”

a/n: i hope you like it! it isn’t too long but I am quite happy with this fic!! if you wanna be added to my taglist lmk! 

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Okay I have a writing Idea, the best thing you can write it for any driver you want and for any readers(job,age, relationship status. Like daughters-toddler-teen-kid-adult/niece/sister/girlfriend/wife ect.). So one day driver brings yn to the paddock and the fans and media love her even though they don’t know her and she gets treated like a royal person.

you don’t need to do it.

this took me extremely long but i wrote it and tried to write it together with another request <3

anyway. you can read it here

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How about something with Max and he’s like always grumpy and rude but never to the reader and just has a soft spot 😩 love me some grumpy x sunshine

i am so extremely sorry this took me so so long so please forgive me. also i tried my best but i am not completely happy with it. anyway, enjoy reading it <3

a softie

pairing: max verstappen x reader warnings: none word count: 1.2 k summary: max takes you to the paddock for the first time <3

“Are you sure I’m allowed to come with you to the race? I don’t want everyone to hate me when I’m there. And won’t I be in the team’s way?” you asked Max as you looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure your outfit didn’t look too bad.

“Of course you are. I’m sure there’ll be lots of other people around. And you’ll love the others. I heard Charles’ girlfriend, Alex, is going to be there, and Carmen, George’s girlfriend, as well. I haven’t talked to them a lot, but I know they’re nice. Also, you won’t be in anyone’s way. And if you’re bored, you can hang out in another team’s garage with Alex or Carmen,” Max said as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I’m just worried… You know how I am. Too much overthinking happening in my brain. What if they think I’m too much? I always talk a lot and never shut up. And I laugh at the worst moments!” you said, remembering how you’d laughed last week when your niece dropped her ice cream on the street.

You tilted your head back against Max’s shoulder.

“No, babe. They’ll love you for it. I promise,” your boyfriend said, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Pinky promise?” you asked with a pout, holding your pinky out to him.

Max rolled his eyes affectionately but linked his pinky with yours.

“Pinky promise,” he said, smiling down at you. “Also, you look absolutely stunning.”

You grinned as you looked back in the mirror. You were wearing a new jean skirt and a blouse you’d bought just last week.

“Are you sure it’s not too basic?” you asked again.

“A hundred percent. You’ll be the prettiest woman in the paddock,” he said, giving your waist a final, gentle squeeze. “Now let’s go.”

***

A little later, you were walking through the paddock at Max’s side, holding his hand tightly.

“I already see it coming. I’m going to get lost here. Why are there already so many people? It’s so early! Don’t they want to sleep in like normal people on a Sunday morning?”

“Nope. They want to see us drivers and hope to get autographs and photos,” Max said with a chuckle.

At that moment, someone approached you and Max. You recognized him from a few races you’d watched—Lando.

“Mate! Who’s that?” he asked, greeting Max with a firm clap on the back.

“My girlfriend.”

You had to suppress a laugh at Max’s short answer. He really was the grumpiest person you’d ever met.

“Uh, since when do you have a girlfriend? Why haven’t you told us about her?” Lando asked, looking a little disappointed. “I thought we were friends, mate!”

“We’re not.”

You couldn’t suppress the laugh anymore.

“Excuse my boyfriend here. I’m Y/N. His girlfriend for about half a year. Nice to meet you. You’re Lando, right? Driver for that orange team? Nice outfit, by the way. And your hair looks amazing! Do you use a lot of products for that? Those curls are incredible! I gave up on mine after I realized my hair just hates me.”

Lando looked at you with a frown, and you immediately started worrying that you’d said something wrong—until he suddenly burst out laughing. He had a funny laugh.

“No way you managed to pull her, Max,” he managed between laughs.

Max just looked at him blankly.

“Well, I did. And you’re still single. So leave me alone, Norris.”

“Rude,” Lando muttered, shaking his head as he turned and walked off.

Once he was gone, you turned to Max.

“Babe. You didn’t have to be so rude! Aren’t you two friends?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“We are. But we’re also rivals. And we’re not the kind of friends who talk a lot about personal stuff. He’s too nosy. I want to have you to myself,” Max said as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You squinted at him before nodding.

“Mhm… Now let’s go. There are too many fans, and I need to meet everyone else.”

Max nodded and draped his arm around your shoulder as he led you further into the Red Bull garage.

“So, Yuki’s probably already somewhere around. You can say hi to him when you see him, but he’s a bit much. He talks a lot. Too much sometimes.”

“Ohh yes! I love people who talk a lot! It’s always so awkward when they don’t. Like, how am I supposed to react then? That’s why I love you. You always talk to me about things I like without making me feel bad about it!” you exclaimed, grinning widely.

Right then, Yuki came by—and he had clearly overheard.

“Sorry? Are we talking about the same Max? He never really talks! He just sits somewhere with his earbuds in, probably listening to a guided meditation,” Yuki said, laughing.

“No way! He’s a talking teddy bear! Can’t shut up after something exciting happens or when he reads something he knows I’ll find interesting. He seriously is the bestest boyfriend out there, aren’t you?” you said, turning to Max and pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him blush.

“I don’t…” he grumbled, trying to hide it.

“Sure you don’t,” you whispered, kissing him again. “Well, it was nice seeing you, Yuki!”

You stepped forward and hugged the shorter man. Yuki made a surprised noise but hugged you back.

Max cleared his throat, clearly jealous. The moment you pulled back from Yuki, Max’s arm was right back around your shoulders.

“We have to go now,” the Dutch driver said.

“Your girlfriend is amazing! Bring her to the paddock more often!” you heard Yuki say as the two of you walked away.

Once you reached Max’s driver’s room, he closed the door and turned to hug you tightly, burying his face in your hair and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your head.

“Love you more. Always,” you replied.

***

You later met Alex, Charles’ girlfriend, and Carmen, George’s girlfriend. All the other so called WAGs would arrive later or only the next day.

Alex was an amazing woman with an amazing dog. Leo immediately came over to you with a wagging tail, demanding attention that you immediately gave to the little sausage dog. 

Carmen wasn’t any less amazing than Alex. She immediately welcomed you with a tight hug.

“It is so amazing to meet you! I didn’t even know Max had a girlfriend!”, she has exclaimed as soon as you had introduced yourself. The rest of FP1 and FP2 you chatted with Alex and her about a lot of things.

Pets, Max, Charles, George, fashion, and more. 

***

That evening, you were curled up against Max’s chest, scrolling through Instagram. One post caught your attention. It was from a Formula 1 gossip page.

The new star of the paddock: Max Verstappen’s girlfriend. Who could have known that he is secretly a softie…

You chuckled.

“They’re calling you a softie,” you whispered.

“M’not,” came the gruff reply. But only a few seconds later, a soft kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “Maybe. But just for you.”

a/n: i got this request so long ago but it took me so long to write i am so sorry. also, if you have any other requests feel free to send them in <3 thanks to everyone who likes my fics!!

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we were drunk it happens - pt 5

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: pregnancy words: 1.5 k

summary: lando and reader are in a relationship and tell max that they’ll expect twins and break little penelope’s heart by doing so

Y/N and Lando have been sitting in the tiny café for half an hour already and still haven’t talked a lot. They ordered their drinks and that was it. 

Twins…

Lando opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but closed it again before the words could come out. 

Y/N started laughing. He looked like a fish, opening and closing his mouth again and again. The Brit looked right back at her, looking confused. 

“Now please say what you’ve been debating to say for what feels like years”, Y/N told him, stopping to laugh almost immediately. 

“Twins”, the racing driver simply said. 

“Yeah. Twins. Two little babies.” Y/N hesitated before continuing. “Do… do you still want to be there? For me? The babies? I don’t want to live with someone who doesn’t want to be part of our lives. Even if it was the person I loved. I need someone who wants to be there for all of it. Not just the good parts.” 

Lando was shaking his head hard. 

“Stop. I do want to be there. Yes. Two babies is… a lot. But that doesn’t change anything. They are mine as well as they are yours and I want to raise them with the woman I love. You. It may be hard but we’ll manage”, Lando said, reaching for Y/N’s hands and squeezing it reassuringly. 

Y/N nodded while squeezing the driver’s hand back, grounding herself more than him. 

“And with racing? Two babies are a lot of work and you travel at least half the year. How do you think you’ll manage that?”

Lando didn’t even hesitate as he said: “If it becomes a problem, I’ll stop racing. At least until they are older and you’ll be able to travel with me. In case you want that, of course.”

“Ok. You promise you’ll do that if needed? Don’t let this be an empty promise. Please.”

”I won’t”, he promised. And Y/N believed him.

***

Back at home Y/N went straight to her bedroom where she got dressed in her favorite fluffy sweatpants and hoodie. She looked in the mirror, staring at her belly that she swore was already slightly bigger, but that might also be from the cake she just ate. 

Lando, who came with her, walked into the room and looked at her with those ridiculous heart eyes. 

“There’s my pretty girlfriend”, he said as he came closer to her to be able to wrap his arms around Y/N’s waist. “You happy?”

Y/N turned around in his arms to hug him back while tilting her head to grin up at him.

”Very. You?”

”Same”, he answered, leaning down to press a kiss on his girlfriend’s lips. 

”Oh. By the way, I invited Max and Kelly. P and Lily will also come. You’ll help cooking”, Y/N commanded as she grabbed Lando’s hand to pull him to the kitchen. 

“Max? Cooking? ME? Y/N. The last time I cooked, I managed to burn noodles”, Lando playfully whined. 

“I’ll teach you. Do you need an apron? That pullover looks like it cost a thousand dollars.”

Lando looked down at what he was wearing.

”It wasn’t that expensive…”, he said pouting. “But yeah, an apron would be smart, I guess.”

Y/N grabbed it from the shelf before handing it to her boyfriend. 

“Now you have that whole domestic boyfriend kinda vibe”, Y/N said smiling, pretending to be joking, but honestly, it wasn’t really a bad sight. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. 

“I do?”, Lando asked happily, smiling like a little boy. That special Lando-smile. The smile she loved the most. 

“You do. Now help me cooking. You can just put the fries and chicken nuggets for P in the oven. I’ll make the rice with veggies and chicken for us adults”, Y/N told Lando who started pouting immediately. 

“Just for P? But what if I want nuggets and fries as well?”

”Lando. My dear Lando. You are a 25 year old man. Who is on a diet because he is a race car driver. I have doubts that the person that is responsible for your nutrition would agree with nuggets and fries. Neither would be Max’. Or our babies if I ate that. We need nutrients.”

Lando’s face softened immediately as Y/N mentioned the babies. 

“Ok… then make us that healthy food. Let’s have rice with veggies and chicken.”

“Perfect. Now make P’s food. Oh. And be kind when you tell her that you made Auntie Y/N pregnant. She might be heartbroken.”

Lando looked shocked.

”P? NO! I cannot tell her that please you do that I can’t break her heart! She is too cute! I just… I just can’t.”

Y/N laughed.

”You can and you absolutely will”, Y/N said, still giggling to herself and slapping Lando on his ass. His ridiculously pretty and well-formed ass. 

***

Only an hour later, the doorbell rang. Y/N opened the door to have P run straight into her arms.  

“Auntie Y/N! Look! I painted something for you”, the girl said as she held up a drawing of stick-figure-Y/N next to what seemed like stick-figure-Penelope. 

“Wow! This is so pretty, P! Thank you so much. Are you hungry already? Lando made fries for you with chicken nuggets. Sounds good?” 

P blushed at the mention of Lando. 

“Lando made my food?”, she giggled. 

“Yes, just for you. And he didn’t even burn it” Y/N answered, smiling. She stepped to the side to let Max and Kelly, who had Baby Lily in her arms. 

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing?”, Kelly asked as she stepped into the hallway. 

“I feel like I should be the one asking you”, Y/N said with a concerned look on her face as she realized how tired Kelly looked. 

“I am good. Just the usual newborn struggles. Lily didn’t sleep well last night”, the older woman sighed. “It’s ok though. We manage. Max helps a lot but yeah. Last night was a lot.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, just stepped forward to pull Kelly in a hug, being careful that she didn’t wake Lily who seemed to be dozing in her mom’s arms. 

“Come on. Let’s eat something. Maybe you’ll feel better afterwards. And you also don’t have to stay for long. If you need it I could also take care of P sometime next week for a night or so and we make a little girl day together so you can rest a little, ok?” 

“Can I marry you?”, was the only thing Kelly responded while finally laughing even if only a little. 

“I think Max wouldn’t be ok with that, sorry. But I’ll gladly become P’s babysitter every once in a while when you need a break.”

Y/N put an arm around Kelly’s shoulder while leading her to the kitchen where Lando has already prepared the plates. Everything was on the table. Even wine for him and Max and mocktails for Kelly, Y/N and Penelope who was already yapping to Lando about everything that happened that day.

After they all had eaten their food, Y/N cleared her throat. 

“So… uh… we have a small announcement to make. Lando and I are now officially a couple and the baby is actually two babies.”

Y/N grinned while showing Max and Kelly a thumbs up who just looked surprised. Max was the first one to talk.

“I mean… I am not surprised that you are now a couple because that’s kinda obvious”, Max looked at Y/N and Lando’s entwined hands, “but… what do you mean, two babies…?”

”Two babies as in I will have the belly Kelly had in ninth month by month six. As in, I have the pleasure to push two babies out of me. As in two babies in my belly. That’s also known as having twins, actually.”

Max just looked shocked while Kelly grinned and got up to hug Y/N tightly. 

“This is great! I am so happy for you! You’ll have two little babies! That’s so cool!”, the woman said while still smiling. “Congratulations to you two.”

Finally, Max got up as well and went to hug his little sister. 

“Can’t believe my baby sister is really a grown up now. Congrats, little one. You’ll be an amazing mom to these two troublemakers”, Max whispered in her ear before pressing a kiss to her hair. “Just make sure they won’t become racing drivers and beat my records some day.”

”Promise. They won’t even see a kart. I’ll make sure of that. I can’t live with having to worry not just about my brother and boyfriend but also my babies.”

Max squeezed Y/N one more time before letting go and walking over to Lando to hug him and congratulate him as well. 

“Make sure she has a comfy pregnancy, yes?”, he told Lando who nodded.

”That’s the plan”, the British driver said while only having eyes for his girlfriend who looked happier than ever.

Suddenly they heard another small voice from behind them.

”Does that mean Lando can’t marry me when I am older?”

a/n: i am so extremely sorry for not posting that long but i was so busy with studying and i soon have my finals so please wait until july, then you’ll get more fics again! anyway, i hope you like this fanfic, if you spot any mistakes just tell me!

(yes i know the timeline sucks bc baby lily is born in this fic but let’s just ignore it 🤫)

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[ipushhimback]

Request for the driver x singer trope;

I’ve had Miss Possessive by Tate McRae stuck in my head for days, we have the whole Lando (or Oscar) vibes from 2 Hands music video (orange sports car) so maybe !Reader who has her McLaren driver boyfriend in her music video and then something inspired by Miss Possessive and Reader releasing that song

i know it did not turn out perfect and i am not a hundred percent sure this is what you wanted me to write but i tried my best so please be kind <3

anything for you

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader warnings: none words: 1k

You’ve been in a relationship with Lando for only half a year, but from the first time you two met, at a concert of yours, there has been an undeniable chemistry between you two. 

When you started dating, Lando was nothing less than perfect. He brought you coffee, accompanied you to the few concerts you gave during the off-season, always made sure you didn’t work too much, and supported you when you had song ideas at 2 a.m. and wanted his opinion. 

But he asked for one thing. Keeping the relationship private for now. His last relationships have not worked because of his fans who hated on his girlfriends. They all decided to break up with him then, and he didn’t want that to happen again. You agreed when he asked for that because you knew how fans could be, having experienced it as well as a famous singer. 

In one of your latest music videos, you soft-launched your relationship with Lando, but only very few people had picked up on the hint with the orange car. But it had been clear from the beginning that it wasn’t too obvious as you never mentioned a boyfriend, which wasn’t too hard as both you and Lando were that type of people who loved to be private about their lives. 

But then you saw an interview with Lando, and the interviewer was flirting with him. Your boyfriend. She couldn’t know, but who dare she? Lando, the cute boyfriend he was, immediately backed off because he did not want anyone flirting with him. You were the only one he wanted. But then it happened again. And again. And again. 

One evening when you were on a call with Lando, he noticed you looked a little sad. 

“What’s up, love? I know something’s wrong,” he asked with that gentle voice he always used when he talked to you. Like you were the most precious person in the world. 

“Nothing. Just a long day, you know?” you just answered, forcing a smile.  

“Love, you should know better than to lie to me. Tell me. What’s on your mind?” your boyfriend asked again.

“Just… no… forget it, it’s silly”, you said, shaking your head and looking down before lifting your head again just to be met with Lando’s face on your phone, showing a worried expression. 

“Nothing you say is silly. Y/N, listen. I know we don’t see each other often now that the season has started again, but I still know when something is wrong, and this relationship will only work when we communicate and tell each other what’s going on in each other’s minds. I made the mistake in my last relationships to not make that clear, and you saw how it went. So please, talk to me, love.”

Lando’s words somehow managed to make you tear up, so you wiped your tears. 

“It just sucks. You’re gone, and I want to be with you, and then I see those damn interviewers flirting with you, and I saw you didn’t flirt back or so, but I don’t like it. I trust you, really, I do, but I am just so scared that you will not like me anymore and realise it sucks when your girlfriend can’t be with you, and then you will want another one. I don’t like that.” 

“Love… you know there is no other person than you I want to be with. If it makes you feel better, I can come to your concert after the next race?”, Lando offered, like the sweet boyfriend he was. 

“You don’t have to, Lan. I know you have a busy schedule and probably want to relax a little at home”, you sighed. 

“And if we make our relationship public?”, Lando asked carefully, and you choked on the air you just breathed in. 

“No, Lan, you don’t have to do it just because of my silly mood”, you reassured him. “I don’t want anyone to hate on you again just because you are in a relationship with me.” 

“You know I wouldn’t care, love.”

You nodded. You knew that he wouldn’t, but you would feel guilty if all that hate started again. 

“I also don’t want to tell everyone just like that. No one knows we are together. No one even knows we have a boy or a girlfriend. I don’t just want to throw everyone into it. Not just our fans but also our friends. Families. 

You saw Lando nodding on the screen. 

“You are probably right. And if we start to prepare them for it? I mean, we would just have to give a little hint that the orange car in your last music video was because of me, right? Then they would eventually get it?” 

You considered your boyfriend’s idea for a second before slowly nodding ‘yes’.

“I have an idea… Do you trust me?”, you asked Lando over the phone.

He looked a little skeptical but nodded. 

“Of course. Do what you think is right. I’ll do anything for you, love.” 

***

That night you spent hours in front of your little notebook while drinking a hundred cups of coffee. The sun already started rising again when you finally closed it, satisfied.

***

One week later you stood on a stage in front of thousands of people and performed your song ‘Miss possessive’ for the first time. It surprised every single person as you hadn’t given a single hint that a new song will release anytime soon. But here you were. 

Immediately after the concert you opened instagram to post some photos of you and Lando, though none of those with his face, but the fans will probably have found out by tomorrow you thought to yourself. 

You saw a notification pop up on the top of your phone screen. Lan. 

So… is that your definition of soft launching our relationship?, he asked.

Yes 😁😘

a/n: i know this isn’t perfect and this fanfiction honestly cost me so many nerves but i loved this request very much <3

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[ipushhimback]

Hi!! I had an idea/request if you say.

Driver x Interviewer!Reader where the driver flirts a lot with them and makes their life slightly difficult but not bc they want to but bc they’ve been painfully in love with the reader for as long as they can remember. Ending is up to you!!

I wanted this to be based off RedBull!Sebastian Vettel like 2010-2011 but idk if you write for him. So any driver would be okay☺️

thanks @gguk-n for the request i really had so much fun writing this! i hope you like how i wrote it <3 but look!

pairing: franco colapinto warnings: none words: 1.3 k summary: you’re an f1 interviewer and franco has a crush on you…

You sprinted to the area where you would interview the drivers as you didn’t hear your alarm this morning - again - looking at your phone to read the notes your boss sent to you. The information contains which drivers you’ll be interviewing and what the most important questions to ask are.

”No fucking way!”, you exclaimed as you stopped in the middle of your little sprint. 

Franco Colapinto was on the list. He was going to drive this race weekend as Pierre broke his arm just about an hour again. 

It wasn’t as if Franco wasn’t a nice guy. He definitely was but he’s been flirting with you since the middle of the 2024 season when he stepped in for Logan at Williams and it has gotten extremely annoying when he started flirting with you in the cafeteria, at food trucks and even in interviews at some point!

You weren’t the only one he flirted with, you saw the interviews of other women being flirted with, and yeah, Franco was charming but when he flirted with you it was different. It didn’t seem like he just joked around. It seemed like he actually wanted to go on dates with you. You really appreciated it. Maybe it was even cute but after the fifth time rejecting him it just got annoying as fuck.

Shaking your head in disbelief you started running again. You couldn’t afford to be late to an interview if you didn’t want to be fired. 

“Y/N!!!!”, you heard a voice behind you. 

“Franco. What do you want? You’ll only be the third driver I’ll interview today…”

”Yes, I know. But look. I brought coffee for you. It is the one you always have. I guess. Wow your legs look so good in that dress with those shoes!.”

You just stared at him because that - bringing you your favorite coffee - was just adorable. But Franco must have seen your face, that was still grumpy thanks to the stress of overhearing your alarm, and immediately stressed. 

“Oh no. I brought you the wrong coffee, right? I am so so sorry. Should I get a new one? Which do you want? I can also bring tea or hot chocolate instead? Or alcohol?”, he said and you just got even more confused. Alcohol? It was only 10 in the morning…

You honestly didn’t have the energy for anything so you just turned around to walk away but stopped after only 3 steps and turned around. You walked back to Franco and grabbed the coffee he was still holding in his hand. Now you again turned around to walk away again. For real this time. 

The first drivers to be interviewed that day were Oscar Piastri, who was an amazing warm up thanks to his calm personality, and Lando Norris, who thank god was also still as tired as you so he was also calm and not like Franco, full of energy. 

Then it became serious. You saw Franco sprinting in your direction so you took a few deep breaths so you wouldn’t throw him in front of a bus. 

“Y/N!!! I am ready! Ask me anything! But first, I have another coffee. Did you like the coffee before? I also have a sandwich for you. But I didn’t make it myself. But I bought it myself. I saw you order it last time at the food truck.” 

Honestly you were really starting to believe that Franco was stalking you. This wasn’t normal. Someone who works with you shouldn’t know this much about your eating habits. Or drinking habits. Or any habits. And those compliments you got way too often from him? His record was seven compliments on a single day. And yes, you did count. 

“Uh… yeah… thanks… Let’s just start the interview, Franco”, you told him though he now looked a little sad while he was still holding the sandwich in his hand. You started feeling bad for him and you had to admit you really wanted to eat that sandwich so you grabbed the sandwich from him.

”Can we now start the interview?”, you repeated and you saw Franco’s face light up again.

”Ok. Just ask. I will answer it all”, he said enthusiastically as he took the mic you were handing to him. 

“So. Now that you are going to replace Pierre for at least the next five races, what are your goals for these?”, you asked him the first question.

”Definitely try to score points and proving I am a good driver so that I have good chances of getting into a team next year. And not just as a reserve driver”, Franco said and you couldn’t help that he was a little nervous as his accent, that got even stronger, gave him away. 

“Do you think you’ll get along with Jack well?”, was your next question for the two years younger driver.

”I certainly hope so. It is important to me and I think for him too. We will see. But yes I hope we will. Of course there is always somehow a rivalry. You want to beat the others to proof yourself but I think we will get along fine off the track”, the Argentine answered patiently, still grinning his signature grin. “You look really pretty today, by the way. Did you style your hair differently?”

“Ok.” You just said ignoring his compliment - you had to be professional - and just asked a couple more questions before the interview was over and Alex Albon, Franco’s former teammate, and Williams driver, was already waiting a few steps away, grinning like he had just won in the lottery. 

“Alex! What is going on? You got pole position for the race?”, you asked him, laughing. Alex has always been one of the drivers you got along best with. He never judged you when you came into F1 as an interwiewer at the age of 21. The last two years he has always supported you. 

“Nope. No pole position. Nothing going on”, he said but you didn’t quite believe him as he looked like he was trying not to laugh. You just hummed though and looked confused. After you turned back to grab a bite of your sandwich you looked even more confused as you saw Franco still standing there. 

“Franco? You can leave? The interview is finished”, you told him and sighed. 

“Oh… oh yeah. Sorry. I’ll leave”, Franco said running off as fast as he managed. 

You shook your head and turned back to Alex. 

“Come on, Albono. Your turn. Grab the mic.” 

Alex didn’t move. Not even a millimeter. 

”You really don’t realize it, do you?”, Alex said smirking. 

“Realize what? Can you just give me a little more information? I cannot read your mind yet. Haven’t learned that. If I had I wouldn’t be here asking y’all questions when you can’t even answer half of them”, you said somehow annoyed. 

“Y/N… I really love you but sometimes you are really an idiot. He brings you your favorite coffee. He brings you the sandwich you always order. He even makes sure you drink enough water!”

“Exactly! He can be so annoying! I just want to do my job and he is always there! It is as if he- oh…”, you stopped in the middle of the sentence. 

Alex just laughed and patted your head. 

“Looks like you finally used the thing in your head called brain.”

”I am such an idiot”, you said facepalming yourself. 

“Yeah sometimes you really are”, your friend just said. ”And now?”

”Now I don’t think he is a stalker anymore… All he did was just because he liked me! I guess I’ll have to talk to him. Tell him I am not interested.” 

***

An hour later you were finished with all the interviews and went to the Alpine garage where you found Franco almost immediately.

His face lit up and he grinned at you. 

In the end you didn’t walk out of the garage feeling sad because you rejected him but with a date in your calendar for the next day… 

a/n: i loved loved loved writing this it was so much fun! idk when i will manage to post next bc i have 4 exams plus the first part of my finals in the next 3 weeks so pls be patient! tags: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicqlivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 / @anayaverse / @htpssgavi

[ipushhimback]

would you be able to write oscah fluff after china win?

there you go, anon!! it is not too long but i hope you like it <3

shut up and give me a hug

pairing: oscar piastri x reader warnings: none words: ca. 800

The whole last week Oscar had been in a bad mood thanks to everything that had happened at his home race in Australia. Not even the fact that he had secured his first pole position in qualifying made him feel better. 

Now you were standing next to Oscar, who was getting ready for the race in China. 

“Listen, baby. You will go out there and you’ll fucking win this race, ok? Don’t think about anything than winning. You can do it. I know that you’ll win, the fans believe in your win.”, you said as you moved to stand in front of your boyfriend to look him in the eyes. “Did you understand? You’ll win.”

Oscar looked down at you and nodded. “Of course. I’ll try my best.” He leaned down to you and pressed a kiss to your lips before grinning down at you. “But I want a reward”, he said smirking. 

“Yeah yeah, sure. Now go”, you said and placed his helmet on his head. He gave you a thumbs up before getting in the car. 

***

He won. Oscar really won the Grand Prix. To be honest you were a little scared after his start but then he crossed the line first, making you tick another cube on your bingo card. Yes, you did have a bingo card because you need something to keep you interested in the races when they become boring.

Your boyfriend got out of the car and he looked… like always. Oscar has never been one to show his emotions after a win. That didn’t mean he wasn't happy to be first. Just that he liked it better to celebrate with you.

After the interviews and the podium, where you cried but… no one has seen that, he went over to you still smelling like champagne and sweat. 

“I hate to break it to you, babe, but you really need a shower”, you greeted him. 

“Shut up and give me a hug”, Oscar mumbled as he stepped forward to wrap his arms around you. 

“Yes, you big baby”, you said hugging him back and patting his back over the race suit which was drenched in champagne. 

You scrunched you nose. “Osc. I really really love you but can you please take a shower and change? You are smelly. And wet. And I know the champagne is amazing bc you know you won but it is also just gross…”

”Okayyy…”, Oscar sighed. “But remember my reward, yeah?”

You nodded and gave him another pat to his back to get him to leave for a shower. He left you standing there wondering what you could reward him with. You knew he would be happy with a night full of sex but you wanted to give him something else. Something more meaningful. You just had no idea what. Until it hit you. Something simple. But you were excited to see his face when you would give it to him. 

You sprinted to a small stand where the fans could buy merch and other stuff. You bought what you were looking for before running back to wait for Oscar in front of his driver’s room. 

Only a couple minutes later the door opened and Oscar, now in jeans and a McLaren hoodie, was standing in front of you.

”So? You got my reward?”, he asked, smirking as he leaned down to kiss you.

”Yes. I do. Close your eyes.”, you demanded. 

Oscar looked confused for a second before doing as you told him. You grabbed his hand and slipped something on his wrist. Oscar furrowed his brows trying to make out what it was.

”Ok, you can open your eyes again”, you said nervously. What if he thought it was stupid? What if he didn’t like it? But before you could overthink it Oscar opened his eyes and looked down at his wrist. 

An orange hair tie with a small charm of the chinese gp on it. 

“I’m sorry it is only something small and probably a little silly but you know when people are a couple and the girl gives her boyfriend a hair tie? We haven’t done that yet and I thought it might be cute like from now on you can just add the charms of races you won or so but if you don’t like it it is ok as well or-“

Oscar interrupted you by pressing a kiss on your lips.

”Shut up. It’s amazing, babe. Thank you”, he told you as you blushed. “Now to the reward I actually meant before…”

a/n: loved writing this and i hope you like it! pls continue sending requests i already got a few and am so happy about all of them <3 tags: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicqlivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 / @anayaverse 

[ipushhimback]

pls pls pls send in requests for f1 drivers x reader i beg you 🙏! ig i would write for pretty much every driver but i ran out of ideas…

[ipushhimback]

rubber bands and weights

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none words: 800

summary: you ‘secretly’ worked out to show Lando you are able to keep up with him…

As soon as you had started dating Lando he told you he would love for you to do his workouts with him. And you agreed. Which you immediately regretted after the first workout. Or so you thought. Because actually, that had just been the “warm-up”. 

You had told Lando you would stop doing the workouts with him. You quit. You fell on the couch and just watched tv being frustrated. 

But of course you did the workout again. Though this time without Lando. His workout was jotted down in a notebook so you opened it and started. That went on for about two months. One day you went to Lando, flopping onto the couch, or more on him, and looked up at him.

”Landoooooo?”, you said as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“What do you want, baby? Huh? Food? Drink?”, he asked you as he wrapped his arms around you to hug you close- 

“Noo. Can we do the workout together tomorrow?”, you asked him with that pout that never fails to make Lando weak so he agreed to practically everything.

”Are you sure? Like a hundred percent sure? Because last time you quit after the warm up. And watched tv for the rest of the day. I mean we could also just go for a run or so?”

”A run, Lando? A fucking run? You want me to run around like a chicken? Nah. I won’t do that. No way”, you said as you tried to sit up again but Lando held you down. 

“Ok ok. I got it. No runs. So you really want to do that workout again?”

”Yes. I promise last time it was just too early or so, you know? I just didn’t have the energy for sports…”, you said trying to convince Lando. 

“Ok, then. Let’s do it tomorrow. 11 AM. And not a single second later. We’ll warm up, then do some strengthening exercises and then we’ll eat something with a lot of protein.”

You looked at Lando and decided it had been a bad idea to ask Lando to do the workout. You just ruined your plans to sleep until 1 PM the next day and go to a nice restaurant. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? You were the one proposing to do the workout with me!”, Lando complained as he caught you pouting. 

“Yeah all good. No I am really looking forward to doing the workout with you, Lan”, you said forcing a smile. 

***

The next morning you woke up tired as fuck. No. Setting an Alarm for 10:30 has definitely been a bad idea. 

You changed into your gym shorts, that you actually only chose because you hoped your ass would distract Lando from correcting every single mistake you were going to make, and went to the kitchen to drink a Red Bull to wake your body up.

And 10 more minutes later you were standing in the fitness room of your and Lando’s apartment. The problem - he pulled out some resistance bands and some weights and you were almost a hundred percent certain that those weren’t contained in the workout that was written down in Lando’s little notebook. 

“Uhm… Lan? Baby?”, you cleared your throat, “what… what are all those… rubber bands and weights?” 

Lando looked up and you saw a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. 

“Since you already practiced so much over the last months I figured it was time for you to try something different! It is not good to always do the same workout, baby. You also have to target other muscles and challenge them. So I decided to make a new workout plan extra for you”, he said grinning as he walked over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Me? Practice? Uhm… no? I… the last time I did the workout was with you”, you protested but you even felt how your cheeks flushed. 

“Yeah, sure, babe. You remember how we installed those cameras in the apartment for when we are not home to see that everything’s alright?”, he asked you, smirking. 

“OH MY GOD! I forgot those!”, you exclaimed as you facepalmed yourself. “I am such an idiot! Landoooo! Why didn’t you say something earlier?”, you whined. “I wouldn’t have tortured myself with those damn workouts!”

“Well, I didn’t say something because I was thinking it might actually help you so I don’t always have to be the one opening your water bottle because you are not strong enough. Now, let’s start. And I know what you are trying to do with those shorts. Not working. Now on the ground. We’ll start with sit-ups.”

You glared at Lando. “You are evil…”

Lando just smirked.

a/n: again just something small bc i have so much going on with school atm but i hope you like it <3

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[ipushhimback]

this… is a french braid

pairing: max verstappen x leclerc!reader warnings: none words: 850?

summary: who could have known that a braid can cause so much drama

It was the morning of the Dutch Grand Prix. You were standing in front of your daughter’s suitcase as you showed her the outfits you packed, none of which Emily agreed to wear.

“But look, chérie, this is such a pretty dress”, you said hoping that your daughter would finally agree to wear something.

“No. It is not. I want the one Uncle Charles gave me!”, your daughter pouted.

Sadly you knew that Em was stubborn. She wouldn’t just agree to wear something she didn’t want to.

“I don’t have Charles dress here… Please. Just wear one of these dresses… Or do you want to wear a jeans? With one of the shirts Papa got for you?”, you asked again, praying Emily would agree to the tiny Red Bull shirts Max got her just a few days ago.

The five-year-old scrunched her nose as she thought about it before agreeing.

“Ok. But I want pretty hair”, she said as she looked up at you.

“A braid?”, you asked as you pulled out the little jeans and Red Bull shirt for your daughter.

Emily nodded. “The pretty braid you always do. The not-just-on-the-bottom-braid.”

“You mean a French Braid?”, you asked while helping your daughter in the shirt.

“Yes. The magic braid that doesn’t look ugly after I run very fast.”

You just nodded as you grabbed the comb from the suitcase and tried to gently detangle your daughter’s curls. Methodically, you parted her hair and placed one strand over another while you listened to Emily rambling about how Uncle Charles promised her that Alex would bring Leo with her and Uncle Arthur had promised her to bring her chocolate to the track.

“And Uncle Charlie said he will give me an own car so I can drive around alone-“

“Charles said what?”, you asked shocked. “A car?”

“Yes, a car. A red one. Like his car”, Emily said dead serious.  

You just stared at her through the mirror, deciding that you’ll have to talk to Charles about that… car for your five year old daughter.

You finished the braid by wrapping a small elastic around the hair.

“Such a pretty girl”, you said smiling which made Emily giggle.

“You are pretty, too, Maman”, Em said and you had to admit, not even a compliment of Max could compare to your daughter complimenting you.

“Thank you, chérie. Now, let’s go. Papa is probably already waiting for us.”

“YES! Can I show him my hair then?!”, Emily said excitedly.

“Of course you can. Can we leave now? Is your outfit good? Braids don’t hurt?”, you asked praying that everything would be good so they could finally leave.

Emily thought for a moment but nodded eventually, making you sigh in relief.

“Amazing. Then get your backpack, chérie.”

—-

Only half an hour later they arrived at the paddock and as soon as Em saw Max she started running towards him.

“PAPA! Look at my pretty hair. Maman did a braid! The magic braid!” The five-year-old turned her head so Max could look at her hair.

“Wow! Such a pretty braid, Em!”, Max exclaimed before he looked closer.

“Liefje, this”, he looked at you while pointing at the braid, “is a French Braid…”

You looked absolutely confused. “Yes? It is the one your daughter requested after not wanting to wear anything…? Is there a problem?”

Max now looked like he might start crying. Seriously, it was the exactly same face, as Emily’s before she throws a tantrum.

“We are at the Dutch Grand Prix! She… she cannot have a French Braid! We… we are Dutch! My baby girl is Dutch!”

You looked up in the sky, pinching the bridge of your nose, while telling yourself it wouldn’t be worth it to start yelling now. After the drama with Emily not wanting to wear anything, your nerves were already used up.

“Mon cœur. I really really love you. But a damn French Braid does not mean she isn’t Dutch anymore…”

Max pouted. “But-“

“No!”, you exclaimed before you could stop yourself. “Max. Next time I will gladly let you braid her hair but today, please just accept that she has a French Braid. Ok?”

Max still looked sad but nodded. “I guess your Maman chose France over the Netherlands”, he whispered in Emily’s ear.

“But Maman is from Monaco”, his daughter said confused.

“Close enough”, Max sighed. “Tomorrow, when it is race day, I will braid your hair, ok? And we will choose a pretty dress.”

—-

The next morning you had the time of your life. You were sitting on the balcony of your hotel room while Max was in the room, trying to get Emily to wear a dress.

“Baby girl, please! This is so pretty! I beg you! Please just wear it. I am sure Uncle Charles will love it!”

You have been hearing Max beg for around half an hour now, even considered going inside to help him. But honestly, you were enjoying the sun and your coffee way too much. Max will handle it…

a/n: this was an idea i had in the middle of the night… i hope it is good hahah

taglist: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicalivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 

[ipushhimback]

Hugs?

pairing: lando norris x reader words: ig around 500? warinings: periods?

summary: you wake up with cramps and your boyfriend comforts you <3

You woke up in the morning feeling like crap. Your whole body was aching and even just the thought about moving just a little made it hurt even more. 

Lando was still softly snoring next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck. You gently moved his arm from your waist as the pain was just intensifying with the pressure. Your boyfriend scrunched his face but didn’t wake up. Luckily.

You didn’t need him to wake up to you being on your period the first time he stayed over at yours. You knew how unbearable you could become when you were in pain and your hormones were all over the place. 

But only a few minutes later you could feel Lando stir next to you as he stretched himself and rubbed his eyes before opening them and looking at you with so much love in them you thought you would melt in a puddle right now.

“Hey, darling. How long have you been awake?”, he asked with a sleepy smile on his face.

“Not long. Maybe ten minutes or so. You slept well?”, you asked as you pressed a kiss to Lando’s lips.

“Yeah. Your bed is comfy. Or maybe I just like having you next to me. You ok? You look a little pale”, Lando said while he furrowed his brow in worry. 

“All good, Lan. Just tired”, you tried to reassure him though you could see that your boyfriend didn’t believe you. 

The next moment you couldn’t pretend to be fine anymore as a sharp wave of pain rolled through you, making you swear under your breath. “Fuck.”

“You are absolutely not ok. Is it your period?”, Lando asked and you just stared at him perplexed. “I have sisters. No pretending here. I did it all. Doing hot water bottles. Going to the store to get chocolate or whatever cravings they had. Buying pads in the middle of the night. Seriously, just be honest. Is it bad?”

You couldn’t help but nod as you felt your eyes well up with tears by how sweet your boyfriend was.

“You want a heating pad? Hot chocolate? Painkillers? Hugs?”, Lando asked again and you nodded while the tears started falling. 

“Oh, baby. No crying, ok?”, Lando said as he wiped the tears from his your cheek. “I’ll be back in a minute”, he continued as he got up.

As promised, he returned only a little later, having a heating pad, painkillers, water, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He placed it all in front of you and sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you again. You leaned your head on his chest and let yourself just be held.

Lando leaned forward a little and grabbed the painkillers that he then held out to you. 

“Here. They’ll help.” He grabbed that water bottle as well and opened the lid. 

You took a sip and placed the bottle back on the table to swap it with the hot chocolate. 

“I hate seeing you in pain”, Lando said as he kissed the top of your head. 

“Well, I hate being in pain”, you said chuckling a little. “But thanks for being here. For taking care of me. I was scared you might be grossed out”, you admitted.

“Grossed out? Never. You are amazing and I won’t leave over something so small. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Lan.”

a/n: something short bc i am planning to write something else but don’t have any inspiration… also, i think all of us deserve a lando in our life who makes us hot chocolate

tags: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicalivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 

[ipushhimback]

should i try to write a mafiaboss!lando x reader fanfic? i kinda wanna try it but am scared af i will mess it up…

[ipushhimback]

my world

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none word count: 1.2 k

summary: lando with a woman and 2 kids in the paddock?

Lando has always been a private person. Of course, he occasionally posted a vlog, showed clips of his golfing, streamed, or just showed some racing related stuff.

What no one of the fans knew was, that after every single race there is his family waiting for him. They nearly found out when Lando streamed and their daughter decided that it was the perfect moment to throw a tantrum because she didn’t want to eat her dinner as it was ‘the wrong shape’.

But now that Livy was three and understood what her dad does for a living she really wanted to watch a race so Y/N and Lando had agreed to take her to the Monaco Grand Prix. It was near their home so if anything became to much for the kids, Y/N could just take them home and they would watch the rest of the race from their balcony.

So today you were dressed in a simple baggy jeans, that weren’t so baggy anymore when you compare them to Charles’, and a papaya colored shirt, though no one could see the ‘LN4’ printed on it because of the wraparound baby carrier in which the one month old Aiden was sleeping peacefully.

Livy was wearing a cute white dress with tiny orange flowers printed on it. She was holding Lando’s hand and happily walking through the paddock as if she had done it a million times before.

“I’ll just introduce you to Oscar real quick. Lily isn’t here today so if you want to go to another garage to talk to someone other than the mechanics you can just do that, ok?”, Lando asked as he looked at you with a wide smile that let you know he was happy for you to be here today.

“I know, Lan. You’ve told me that ten times already”, you said leaving forward and pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I know, baby, Just making sure”, your husband said, still smiling.

“Daddy? Why are there no cars?”, Livy said as she looked up at Lando, looking completely confused. Her dad picked her up.

“They are in the garages, baby girl. You will see them later, ok?”

Livia scrunched her nose in disappointment.

“Hm. Wanna see cars now.”

“I know. Oh! There is Oscar! Hey, Osc. How’re you doing?”, Lando asked casually.

You couldn’t help but see how confused the Australian looked.

“Uhm… good? Who… is that?”, Oscar asked while he tried to be polite but he looked absolutely puzzled.

“That is my family. Surprise, I guess. Y/N, my wife. Livy, my daughter. And the little one is Aiden, our baby boy. Sorry I didn’t tell you about them but I really didn’t want the kids to be in the media so much already.”

What Lando didn’t know was that the whole internet was already going wild.

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f1gossip Lando Norris seen at the paddock with a woman and kids. Does he have a new girlfriend?

username1 omg. lando is dating a single mom??

username2 pretty sure she is a gold digger…

username3 did she baby trap lando…?

username4 please tell me lando isn’t going to retire now bc he feels like he has to take care of those kids…

username5 pretty sure she only wants his money…

username6 guys do your research. she is Y/N L/N… ceo of some company and literally richer than lando…

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Livy in the meanwhile was mesmerized.

“Oscy has pretty hair”, she whispered into her dad’s ear though it was so loud that Oscar heard it and started laughing which made Livia all shy.

“Thank you, little one”, he said while he was still laughing which made Liv hide her face in Lando’s neck who just bounced her a little and laughed.

“She is a little shy. Sorry, mate”, he said to his teammate.

“All good. And this is Aiden? He is super cute”, Oscar said while looking at Aiden who was peacefully sleeping.

“Yes. That’s our little one. He was super mad today when I woke him up to get him dressed though so he is mostly sleeping now”, you said smiling at your little baby boy who sighed in his sleep.

Oscar smiled while looking at the newborn and you started wondering if he will ever also have a kid with Lily.

“Daddy. Wanna see the cars now. Please?”, Livia asked though she was immediately distracted when she saw Charles with his girlfriend Alex walking by. But these two weren’t the ones who got Liv’s attention. It was Leo who was running after the couple on a leash.

“DADDY! THERE IS A DOGGY!”, she explained and squirmed in her dad’s arms to make him put her down.

The second her feet touched the ground she started running over to Leo and plopped down on the ground next to the dachshund who immediately started licking her face.

“Livia Norris! You can’t just run off, did you hear me?”, Lando scolded his daughter. “There are many people and cars which can be dangerous. Mommy and I told you to always stay close to us.”

„Sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to but dog is cute, look!“, The toddler said while pointing at Leo. „What’s doggy‘s name?“, Liv asked Charles who was standing next to her.

„That’s Leo. He is cute, isn’t he?“, the Monegasque said to Liv while looking at his dog with a proud smile which made Livy nod enthusiastically.

Livia was now looking at Alex who was standing a bit behind Charles.

„You pretty“, she said looking at Alex‘ red dress and then looking back at Leo.

„Thank you sweetie! That’s very nice of you! But so do you. Such a pretty dress. Did you choose it yourself?“, Alex asked while crouching down to be on the same level as Liv.

„No. My mommy said I should wear it because it makes me look like a princess. But daddy said I wear it because the flowers are orange“, she answered shrugging nonchalantly.

Alex just nodded not knowing what to say now. But it didn’t really matter anyway as Liv already spotted Lewis and was immediately obsessed with his braids. She squealed and ran over to the ferrari driver.

„Your hair is so pretty! Did your mommy do that? My mommy always does my hair!“, the little girl said looking up at Lewis while Lando just groaned.

„She already loves half the grid more than me“, he said to you pretending to pout as he wraps an arm around your waist and walked over to Lewis and Livy while he pulled out his phone. „Oh wow the internet is calling you a gold digger now. Interesting“, he said rolling his eyes.

„Let them talk. They will find out who is paying for your golf trips soon enough“, you said chuckling.

But Lando really couldn’t just let them talk. You were his family and important to him.

lando My world (and just for the record she is not a gold digger)

username1 lando has been hiding a whole family for years???

username2 cant believe lando is dating her… he could do so much better

username3 the haters are always gonna hate…

username4 such a cute family they look so happy

username5 not liv loving half the grid more than lando…

a/n: y’all don’t know how long this took me even though it isn’t long or anything…

taglist: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicalivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 

[ipushhimback]

the heart eyes?

pairing: oscar piastri x reader words: 1.3 k warnings: none summary: you are in love with your best friend but he doesn’t know it (right?)

When your parents had told you that you would move to another city you had been devastated. You had been only six years old but still, you didn’t want to leave your friends behind.

But then you met Oscar. Your new neighbor. At first you only played with his sisters but then you started hanging out with him and since then you had been best friends. He was there when you didn’t feel well. When you were sad because you weren’t as good as he was in school he would come over to your house and give you a cup of hot chocolate.

When you were 14 you developed feelings for Oscar. No. Not really feelings. Yet. It was a crush. Something you just feel when you become older. But over time, this crush had become more. You really were in love with him now. 

You knew Oscar didn’t feel the same about you. He had a girlfriend. Yes, he did break up with her after only a few months but he wouldn’t have had a girlfriend if he was in love with you, right?

Today you were at the Australian Grand Prix. You haven’t been to one in the last year as you simply didn’t have the time to visit one. And also you didn’t really want to see Oscar. You just wanted to forget him. Move on with your life. Get over those feelings for your best friend. But surprise! It didn’t work.

So now you were here. Sitting in your car in a random parking lot.

“I can do this. I will walk in that damn paddock and be normal. No need to freak out. He is your best friend”, you said to yourself.

Eventually you got out of the car. You wore a pretty orange summer dress and simple white sneakers. At the first Grand Prix you visited you wore high heels and swore you would never wear them again.

You hung the Paddock Pass around your neck and put on sunglasses. Then you grabbed your bag and walked toward the entrance.

While you walked towards it you pulled out your phone to call Oscar so you could ask him where you have to go. But before you could click on his contact you ran into someone. Lando.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry”, you apologized immediately.

“Don’t worry. Wait. Y/N? Long time no see! Oscar couldn’t stop talking about you last week! Come with me I will bring you to him”, Lando offered and you could only nod.

You have met Lando before and always got along well. He was funny and used to always be around when you wanted to hang out with Oscar at a Grand Prix. Not that you cared. He was a nice guy and you really didn’t want to be alone with your best friend when you were scared you might just kiss him at some point.

“Thank you but you really don’t have to bring me to him. I am sure you have more important things to do right now”, you said but Lando just shook his head.

“No no. I will walk you to him. And my room is directly next to his so I can just drop you off, ok?”, Lando asked.

You nodded and smiled at him.

“Thank you, Lando. Really.”

You silently walked to the driver’s rooms just occasionally looking up to check if Lando was still there to lead you to Oscar.

“So, he invited you for this GP?”, Lando eventually asked you to break the silence.

“Kind of. I haven’t been to one for a long time as I simply didn’t have the time for it”, at least that was half the truth, you thought to yourself. “So then I asked him if I could come to one just to have a day to relax, you know? And I didn’t have a long way to get here”, you said laughing.

“I guess. That’s nice that you are here to support him. Then you are officially a WAG now?”

You nearly choked on your own saliva.

“Sorry?” You said looking at Lando as if he had just told her he would quit racing.

“Well, when you are now his girlfriend you are a WAG, right?” Now it was Lando to look confused as you furiously shook your head.

“No! No no no! We are not… a couple or so. Just… friends. Not more”, you defended yourself as Lando looked a little surprised and embarrassed at the same time.

“Sorry. I just assumed since you are here now and Oscar was so happy that you finally talked to each other about your feelings. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”

“Feelings? There… there aren’t any feelings. We have been friends for so long. We are just… friends. Best friends”, you explained but couldn’t hide the fact that you were as red as a tomato.

“The feelings you obviously have for each other. The heart eyes? You talk about the other the whole time! Are you serious? You aren’t in love with him?” Lando was now looking completely confused.

“No. I am not”, you said, knowing you weren’t just lying to Lando but also yourself.

“Ok ok.” Before you two could say anything else you were standing in front of a wooden door with a piece of paper sticking on it. ‘Oscar Piastri’

“We are here”, Lando said the obvious.

“Yeah. Thanks for leading me. Otherwise I would have been lost.”

Lando nodded and smiled.

“Talk to him. It is not healthy to lie to yourself”, the Brit said before turning around and walking into his own room.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door before opening it.

Oscar sat on a small couch in the room, scrolling though his phone.

Gosh, how can he look so attractive just sitting there.

“Hey, Osc”, you said as you walked into the room.

Oscar looked up and immediately smiled at you, seemingly happy to see you again after so long.

“Hey! I am so happy you made it! We haven’t seen each other in so long. I missed you”, he said as he walked toward you to give you a hug.

“I am happy to see you as well. Are you ready for the race? I am sure you’ll do great. I read you’ll start in second? That’s good, right?” You stopped yourself from rambling after a little as you realized you were nervous and a little panicking as you haven’t seen Oscar in a long time.

“I am, yes. But it will be hard to get to first. Max is directly in front of me and Charles behind. They are good so I have to stay focused the whole time and just have to drive well.” Oscar was still smiling.

“You will win, I just know it”, you said. “You’ll be first and celebrate and then we will go to that Italian restaurant we always went to with our parents.”

Oscar smiled as he looked at you. Was Lando right and Oscar really liked you? Or is Oscar just a good friend and happy that you believe in his talent?

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I have to get ready now for the race. Do you want to stay?”

You smiled and nodded even though you weren’t so sure.

“Yes, of course. I will just sit here and read”, you said pulling out a book from your huge bag.

Oscar laughed that cute laugh that has always been able to make you smile even when you were sad or mad because of whatever was going on in your life.

“You really always have a book with you, don’t you?”, Oscar teased you, something he has always done as you really always carry a book with you.

You just grinned and opened the book do read. It was some silly friends to lovers romance, but you couldn’t help but see the parallels to Oscar and you.

Your best friends went to his warm up exercises and you really tried not to stare but it is hard when you see your best friend’s muscles tense like that. Eventually, some man you have seen around before stepped in the room and did the neck exercises with Oscar and you were really staring now.

Damn. How can he look so good??

a/n: sorry it took me a bit to continue this and it is still not finished but i didn’t have the time for it… there may be some mistakes bc english is not my first language and i didn’t reread it hahah!

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