#and oscar goes (yeah. jealous?)

[corioliseffect]

new curse dropped: having fic ideas but i refuse to write rpf/don't think i even could

[musubiki]

recently thinking about oscars old quirk where he is a professional conspiracy theorist (picked up from his uncle) and as a result ended up keeping several notebooks worth of weird ideas and evidence he finds. complete with nice handwriting and illustrations/diagrams/etc.

when mochi sees his notebooks (and after he finds out correctly guesses that shes a witch), shes like "Wow, your notebooks are so nice and organized!!!!!" and asks him to become the guild scribe. general purpose of the job is to help mochi fulfill her witch duty of writing spellbooks, since his handwriting/diagrams are so much nicer than her bubbly and incoherent spell rambles

(she makes good spells, but mochi (who doesnt pay attention in school, and so sucks at writing) is awful at describing them and writing instructions. even when she looks back at her old things she cant decipher what she was talking about. its like reading a recipe with vague instructions that makes you want to cry.)

[princesitangelita]

♡ after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..

warnings: flirty banter, teasing, fluff, mild humor, slight tension (?), jim being a little jealous (a lot, actually), close proximity

a/n: first jim prompt! feel free to send in req’s!

wc: 1.1k

“..but why? why do you think it’s impossible for me to sell paper?” jim was leaning over the counter of the receptionist desk, both of your faces not far from one another’s. “because you answer the phone like this!” he taunted your high pitched ‘customer service’ voice, your cheeks heating as you giggled quietly. “i do not sound like that!” jim smiled when you accidentally snorted, your eyes widening in embarrassment. phyllis looked over at you two, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “there’s a reason you didn’t get the sales position, ditzy.”

you gasped, slapping his arm playfully. “that’s a low blow, halpert!” shaking your head, you opened up the spreadsheet michael had forwarded to you, “and by the way, my insane typing skills got me this position. i get to sit and look pretty all day..” jim nodded, eyes flittering down to the soft curve of your lips. “yeah, that you do.” his voice dropped down a few octaves, the sound paired up with his words made butterflies flutter in your tummy. the girls were so going to be hearing about this later.

you met his eyes for a brief moment, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly at the sudden energy shift. “seriously though, how hard could it be?” just as you asked him, his phone began ringing. “wanna find out?” you were up on your feet, basically buzzing with excitement as you followed jim over to his desk. the last thing jim expected you to do was bend over the hardwood his phone was rested on, his distressed glare finding the cameraman. dwight was eyeing you with pinched eyebrows, wondering what the hell you two were up to now.

for his own sake, jim didn’t dare glance down at your backside in that tight pencil skirt of yours, instead he took his seat, pushing himself all the way in under his desk before motioning for you to answer the damned thing. flashing an innocent smile at dwight, he rolled his eyes as you put the receiver to your ear. “jim halpert speaking!” jim closed his eyes, holding in a laugh as he muted the call. “you have to say your name, not mine..” the realization dawned on you, a little ‘oh, that’s right!’ leaving your lips before he unmuted you.

chirping your name into the phone, the man on the other side of the line sounded confused as he carried on. “hello, is this dunder mifflin? the paper company.” you hummed, drawing a few stares from oscar and stanley. “hi there, my name is jonathan and i was tasked with choosing the best paper for my office, and i came across this number. if you don’t mind, i just had a few questions.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “of course, i’d be happy to provide you with answers!” jim leaned in, listening closely to the call.

“why should i choose dunder mifflin as my business’s official paper supplier?” it was a simple question, but it still had you wracking your brain for what you should say. “uhm.. well! here at dunder mifflin, we have the best sales representatives always just one phone call away! we will keep your office and/or work space stocked with only the highest quality of paper, card stock, and many more! all at an amazing price as well, and you didn’t hear this from me.. but if you buy in bulk, you get major steals.” jim was flabbergasted. maybe he should be a receptionist instead. this was your desk now.

“wow! that sounds amazing. you really checked all of my boxes.” he laughed, a hint of flirting evident in his tone. “yeah? well i usually do.” jim looked at the side of your face, his gaze burning hot. “i bet.. look, this might come across as really weird, but gosh your voice is so pretty, it’s a nice change from the usual montone robots answering these phones.” you chuckled, the sound making jim want to snatch the thing out of your hand. dwight noticed this, a smug look taking over his features.

michael had his head poking out of his door, the entire office now listening in on your conversation. “put it on speaker!” erin whispered, everyone agreeing in unison. jim sighed, already not liking where this was going. “oh trust me, i know,” you spoke, “but would you be interested in hearing any of my offers?” you motioned for jim to pull up the package deals sheet on his computer. “please, enlighten me.” you gasped, raising your eyebrows at the man next to you. jim was quick to cover the scowl on his face, a fake smile gracing his lips as he pulled up december’s spreadsheet.

“okayyy! so starting off with the most expensive package, for five hundred dollars a month, you get a weekly delivery on your paper, and this includes an unlimited card stock supply that i can personally guarantee will arrive on time, all the time—”

“i’ll take it.” you blinked, dwight’s grin dropping from his face.

“r-really?! you don’t want to hear about my other packages?” jonathan, the man on the other line let out a disapproving hum. “no, i’ve heard quite enough, i’d love to make a deal with you though.” everyone exchanged looks, you and jim meeting each other’s eyes for the first time during this entire ordeal. “okay, may i please get your information?” you took the phone off of speaker, everyone, including michael, groaning in frustration. “i wanted to hear the deal!” kevin shook his head. angela made a face, turning around in her seat as she resumed watching cat videos on youtube.

you were quiet for a few moments, your eyes widening as jonathan stated his offer. “..so what you’re telling me is; in exchange for purchasing the five hundred dollar package, you want my phone number?” the office went into an uproar, dwight shooting out of his seat. “what is this? a phone sex hotline?!” jim couldn’t stand to listen to another second of this, his index finger reaching out and pressing the ‘end call’ button. you yelped, dropping the phone on his desk. “jim, what the hell?! i totally had that in the bag!” you stood up, a series of shouts sounding around the office.

“transfer him to my phone right now!” meredith shouted, jim wasting no time in giving her the number. “alright, ditzy, you could sell paper.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, clearing his throat as he made eye contact with one of the cameras in the corner. you may be lacking a bit in the logical department, but you were an expert when it came to reading jim, and right now? he looked nothing short of jealous. you leaned down next to his ear. “well i’m glad we could settle that, halpert.” jim swallowed thickly, your perfume diminishing all of his senses.

[leclercwriting]

first win | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

you're oscar's lucky charm he needed

masterlist

y/n.user

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caption: back with my baby before he goes to hungary

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oscarpiastri: I'm gonna miss u :(

y/n.user: poor boy

oscarpiastri: come with mee to the mclaren garage in hungaroring

landonorris: yeeessss I need you to make the chocolate cookies again

y/n.user: we'll see

user39: OMG Y/N'S FIRST RACE?!

user848: can we talk about how good they look together? y/n is so stunning

user94: can oscar fight?

oscarpiastri: I indeed can

landonorris: he can't fight. He almost broke his hand when he tried to fight a guy who talked to y/n for "too long"

y/n.user: that's true

user38: lol

danielricciardo: come to vcarb garage. there's one hot australian too

maxverstappen1: daniel you have a girlfriend..

danielricciardo: stop it or im gonna say the secret u told me to kelly

y/n.user: @ danielricciardo I NEED to know the secret

danielricciardo: I'm calling you

sabrinacarpenter: y/n you're so hot babe

y/n.user: thanks luv <3

user838: y/n is friends WITH SABRINA

user94: my two worlds colliding together

oscarpiastri

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caption: fp1 and fp2 done, and now we need to get really for tomorrow's quali

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landonorris: tomorrow mclaren 1-2?

oscarpiastri: hell yeah

user84: where was y/n?

landonorris: clearly not there

user949: LOL

user23: she's not even in the comments or the likes. I think they broke up. She is clearly not enough for oscar. She didn't go to any race

y/n.user: stop acting like u know me or my and oscar's relationship. I'm pretty busy with work and school, but you clearly don't know that those things exist

user32: SHE WAS SILENTED

oscarpiastri: that's my girl

f1gossip: I love how oscar is protective of y/n and y/n is protective over their relationship

oscarpiastri

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y/n.user: I'm so proud of you osc🥹

oscarpiastri: I did it because of you

landonorris: lovebirds

charles_leclerc: don't be jealous lando

charles_leclerc: Congrats, my child. U deserve it

user83: LOL he really did adopt oscar

y/n.user: yeah

landonorris: MCLAREN 1-2 BABYYYY

landonorris: congrats osc

oscarpiastri: thank you lando

user858: that's so them coded

lewishamilton: congratulations. You are going to be a world champion one day

carlossainz55: congrats for your first win

pierregasly: congratulations oscar!

user84: all the drivers in the comments make me emotional

danielricciardo: congratulations fellow ausie

oscarpiastri: thanks danny

user84: not oscar replying to danny but not to lewis or carlos

user90: he got priorities

mclaren: U DID IT OSCAR

oscarpiastri: we did it

user94: don't make me emotional again

y/n.user: u get me

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oscarpiastri: I can't wait to take you to spa

y/n.user: I'm gonna root for fernando and carlos

oscarpiastri: traitor

user84: NOT CARLOS LOL. oscar's biggest enemy

user85: y/n being alonso fan makes so much sense to me

landonorris: lovebirds at it again

y/n.user: @ oscarpiastri we need to find lando a girlfriend cuz someone's jealous

oscarpiastri: noted

user94: not them setting lando up

user34: I love them they're so iconic

f1fanpage: oscar and y/n being the IT couple again. I'm here for it

danielricciardo: when are you going to vcarb garage?

user33: daniel is simping on oscar's girlfriend again

danielricciardo: naah, I just need some lucky charm to win

y/n.user: @ heidiberger_

heidiberger_: I'm gonna be there

user84: I love how loyal y/n is, and she doesn't like it when other men who have a girlfriend give her attention

user36: she's simply iconic

user38: that's called y/n behaviour, and everyone should behave like that

note: soo I decided to make this post after oscar's win. I was actually at the gp and I saw oscar win his first race with my own eyes lol. Enjoy

[481mclarg]

Male reader who's been inlove with lando since they were in diapers (their moms are bffs) and lando who's the only one to not know about readers love, its years before lando (year before oscar gets into mclaren) who has an inkling about how reader feels about him, he brushes it off thinking its nothing but does take advantage with the info that reader would basically do stuff for him if lando asked (max f was the one who pointed out reader does this hoping that theyd put him out of his misery and date already) (lando doesn't do it very often, uses it to get reader to change plans for flights so they can go where lando wants to go or guilt reader into coming to his races when he should really be focusing on college things and the like *also note that before that year he use to do it too even if he didn't know it*), it goes on like that with lando taking advantage of readers love and kindness till reader 3/4 of the 2023 season in, reader ever so slightly separates himself from lando giving him excuses like a lot of projects to catch up on or saying that his phone had died since he was craming for an important test and by the end of the season reader and lando aren't speaking this follows till next season (not counting the times their familys force them together unknowingly, lando during these outings is really just talking to himself with reader just nodding and hmming at certain points) where lando invites reader along with both their familys to watch him race, reader cant really say no since classes have barely started for him and this is where oscar comes in reader who is very much still trying to get over lando meets oscar and is just blushing up a storm with how subtle oscars flirting is, lando who turns to talk to reader see's this and his face suddenly looks like it bit into a lemon with this weird feeling in his gut when he see them exchange numbers this basically leads to lando thinking he's jealous of reader getting along with his teammate so well (really its the other way around) so lando makes it his mission to get to know his teammate better (since they've only spent a year as teammates) which leads to him falling inlove with oscar (even with his unresolved feels for reader) which he realizes 2 races after the halfway point of the season, he also doesn't realize that oscar and reader have been really close till it comes out their in a relationship, which makes lando hella conflicted because he thinks their hot together and because he was hopeing to get with oscar himself (hopeing to get with reader too but he's ignoring those feelings) anyway in the transition from the 2024 season to the 2025 season lando comes to the realization that he and male reader haven't spoken since that last family function he attended, which leads to him realizing readers been inlove with him and vice-versa, which leads to them making up but reader is happy with oscar so he won't cheat on him with lando or ask oscar if he wants to add a third its not till oscar asks reader if he's still inlove with lando and reader looks at him shocked and then like a kicked puppy when he says yes which reader goes on to ramble that he wouldn't cheat on oscar in which in that moment oscar kisses him to shut him up which ends up with lando be tentatively added to the relationship in 2025.

–🍑

✶ I do. Me too. Me three.

"Do you think it's possible to love two people at the same time?"

                                                                                "Yeah"

★ Lando Norris × Childhood Friend Male Reader || OP81 × Male Reader × LN4

☆ idiots in love (but the idiot is Lando) (reader is pretty idiot too) (Oscar is chill). || WC: 3114.

Warning: idk how to label this. it's like friends to not speaking to lovers (oscar ver.) to lando being a confused wet cat to lovers³ & there's a tweet too. (my god this is long asf I didn't notice it was that long)

« K » Sorry for the delay. Surgeries r more painful than I expected. But I make this long kinda compensation? (In fact, it's just bc I love landoscar × reader).

🍴 you, oscar & lando fr.

I hope yall enjoy it :)

          Your family has always been friends with the Norris. Your mother has been friends with Cisca since they were young. You grew up with Lando, best friends since birth.

          Always by his side during karting, spending your weekends watching him or the Formula 1 races, dreaming about seeing him on the grid. Always together for everything.

          No one knew you like he did, though there was one secret you were never able to tell him. You were in love with him.

          Even if it's something obvious from almost everyone around you two, Lando never seemed to notice.

          You didn't know how to feel. Some days, you wanted him to notice, wanting to be around him as much time as possible. Other days, you just wanted to disappear, to forget him and your love.

          At some point, you were so obvious, trying to make him understand. He started to think it was strange how close you were with him. Like, there was something different. You have bad news for him? A secret? You get yourself in trouble? Want to ask for a huge favor? Do you want something now that he's an F1 driver?

          Anyways, he was happy because you accepted anything he said. He wants something? You could get it for him and even pay for that. You were so in love, trying with all your strength to make him realize how you are feeling.

          Your grades get lower and lower, even missing some classes because Lando asked you to travel with him. You tried to focus on the happiness and enjoy the vacations, even if you have to ask your classmates for the homework or some notes.

          The only one who was witness of all this was Max Fewtrell. Friend with you two since karting, Max was the closest person who actually knows about your feelings and talks about it.

          He encouraged you to confess, and you were pretty sure he talked with Lando too, but those talks never came to anything.

          In fact, Max wasn't as subtle as you were thinking. He literally said to Lando how obvious your crush on him was, asking why you two aren't dating already. Lando ignored it, following what had already become a routine for you.

          A routine that you repeat until August. You were tired, every flight, every favor, every event or race you attend with him. August was the first time you actually denied one of his plans.

          "Sorry, I need to stay at home and finish a really important project." It felt... liberating. Refusing to keep running behind him and spending the weekend on yourself.

          You finally had some time for yourself again. To think about yourself, your life, your studies... About whatever you wanted.

          That weekend opened your eyes to everything you were missing by chasing someone who was living his life just fine without you around.

          What started as excuses about not being able to go out together because of homework or projects began to turn into lies about having to turn off your phone in class or being in exams so you couldn't answer his calls or texts.

          You used to share all your schedules with him... Maybe he never cared about you after all?

          You two only see each other at those dinners organized by your mothers, who had no idea what was going on between you.

          Your families continued watching the two boys who spent hours talking to each other, without paying attention to the fact that only Lando filled the silence, while you buried your face in your plate, wishing it was time to leave or being able to excuse yourself with being sleepy if were at your house, so you could disappear into your room.

          Lando, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice the changes either. Or rather, he insisted that you maintain the dynamic that you had sustained for so many years.

          That's why he decided to invite you and your family to the Australian GP.

          He knew that you love all the Australian GP vibes. The people, the circuit, the story. Australia is truly special to you.

          Maybe, starting this weekend, it will be a little more so...

          In 2023, you never had the time to sit and have a good time at a Grand Prix, but this year, you decided to enjoy a short vacation with your family. So you found out about everything McLaren was preparing for that GP since they had an Australian on the team.

          Oscar Piastri. You obviously knew about him, but you hadn't had the opportunity to meet him in person or talk to him.

          Until that weekend, Oscar was simply Lando's teammate. Someone your friend mentioned occasionally when talking, someone you only saw in Instagram photos and on telly. Someone you thought was much more serious and reserved. But that weekend, any previous notions of Oscar were shattered by the Australian himself.

          He seemed a little nervous when he came to introduce himself to you and your family, but when you two had a few minutes alone after qualifying, he was much sweeter, more talkative, and... flirty?

          You didn't know if it was your imagination, but on Sunday morning, the situation was similar, with Oscar talking to you and even suggesting having dinner together after the race or something.

          You can't say no to that. Oscar was so nice with you, so sweet, so... what you needed.

          Then, you two exchange numbers.

"You can go back to your hotel and think about the plan. Call me when you make a decision. "

          You could decide if you didn't want to go? Wasn't dinner a plan you couldn't refuse?

          The families were happy, thinking the three of you would be friends— Lando didn't seem to like the fact that you were talking to his teammate.

          He hated it, hated seeing you two together. Why did you talk so much? Why does it bother him so much?

          Is he... jealous?

          Lando didn't understand; he didn't know why he felt that way. Why did it suddenly bother him that you were talking to his teammate? Why would he be jealous?

          Things at McLaren had been complicated lately; Lando's mind was a mess. He decided to blame it all on those problems, settling for the belief that he was jealous that you got along so well with his teammate.

          Yeah, that must be it. Not because his teammate seems more like your friend than he is. Nah.

          That led Lando to decide he's going to be the closest with Oscar. In his mind, all this plan to become Oscar's best friend before you make sense— Well, he didn't want to think about it much before putting it into practice.

          The whole situation was weird for the three of you.

          Lando was no longer asking you to travel with him. He even suggested you stay home to focus on your studies. Instead, he was trying to spend all that time with Oscar, under the guise of bonding so the teamwork would be better (since McLaren decided on this strange philosophy of not benefit one over the other, only to end up messing both strategies).

          Meanwhile, Oscar and you keep in touch through text, sometimes mentioning how strange Lando's behavior seemed to you (with whom, by the way, you had almost lost contact).

          You weren't sure how to feel; none of the three of you were. You had talked to Oscar about your feelings for Lando, but by mid-year, you didn't believe you still had those feelings for him.

          Oscar was very clear about what he wanted from the start, and he let you know, and that he would respect your timing and decisions. He didn't want to force you into anything, nor did he want to be a replacement just because you couldn't be with Lando. It wasn't fair to any of you.

          The real problem came after the Dutch Grand Prix. Lando was confused about his own feelings, having to deal not only with the hate but also with his newfound crush on Oscar and that strange feeling toward you. He cannot put a name to what he feels. Guilt? Is it still jealousy? Nostalgia? Sadness?

          God.

          Had he fallen in love with Oscar? How had that happened? He wanted to be closer to him, yes, but—not like this.

          What should he do now? Should he tell Oscar about his feelings? Hide them? Pretend he couldn't stop thinking about you too? Well, that was all he was doing, although he found himself bringing your name up in conversations with Oscar more than once, so he could ask about you, since you two hadn't been talking lately.

          Oh!

          Since when are you two THAT close?

          How did he never notice? How did it happen? When? How did he never consider the possibility of you two dating? How could he have set his sights on getting to know Oscar better and missed such an important detail as whom he was dating?

          The worst part is... he didn't feel sad.

          Or not the way he'd expect to feel after finding out his crush is dating someone else, his ex-childhood best friend. It's like, yeah, he's upset because he wants Oscar for himself, but... you two seem so good together.

          Lando has known you your whole life, and he knows there's probably no one better in the world for you than Oscar. He can't blame you for falling for him if he himself recognizes all his positive traits and wants to embrace those that aren't so good—even though they seem nonexistent.

          It got to the point where even he wasn't sure which of you was his crush. He felt like an idiot looking at the two of you, watching you talk to each other from afar, one moment wishing he was you so he could be with Oscar, and the other, even more confusingly, wishing he was Oscar so he could be with you.

          Since when did he feel this way about you too? He was exhausted.

           Thank God winter break arrived, leaving him a couple of months free from worrying about the team, races, and all related to work.

           It was then that he realized that, amidst his internal drama, he'd stopped talking to you both. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a conversation with you, probably since the last dinner your mothers organized... more than half a year ago? Shit.

          He couldn't stop thinking about how such a long-standing friendship as yours had been ruined, how he'd lost his half-best friend/half-crush because he was an idiot. How you had forgotten all those innocent childhood promises of being lifelong friends, just like your mothers.

          He needed to fix that. He needed to have his best friend back in his life, no matter who you were dating. Before you were Oscar's boyfriend, you were his friend, he wants to get that back.

Lando: are u coming to the nxt dinner at our house? You: I don't know yet Lando: Can u pls come? I want to talk

          Him asking you to please come seemed strange to you. What did he want to talk about?

          You were nervous, not only Lando but your parents expected you to go, since you'd missed so many of these functions. You were busier with classes or hanging out with Oscar than spending time with your family.

          You arrived, not knowing what to expect, texting Oscar to try to distract yourself from the nervousness while you waited for Lando to stop staring at you from across the table and finally come over and talk to you.

          He was nervous too, it was so obvious.

          In the end, after a couple texts with Max Fewtrell telling him to sort things out once and for all, he managed to gather the courage and approach you.

"I'm sorry." "Why?" "I— Uhm... I don't know." "Huh." "No. Wait. I mean—"

          After all, everything turned out better than you expected. Lando was able to explain what he thought about your friendship and apologize for how things had turned out over the past few years, acknowledging his mistakes and wanting to know if you would let him fix things.

          It caught you off guard, no doubt, but you appreciated it. You had that nagging feeling of having left things unresolved with him, and even if you could say you'd managed to forget completely the feelings you had for him, now you felt like you were healing that wound.

          When you told Oscar about this, he was happy for you. He knew the history of your friendship, and he was more than happy that you could feel happy and truly comfortable in the McLaren garage again.

          Nothing made him happier than seeing his boyfriend & his teammate friend be friends again.

          What didn't go unnoticed by Oscar was that not only did your friendship return, but also the affection you had for Lando.

          During the conversation you had with Lando, he also finally came to understand that what he felt was love, and you hinted to him that you'd been in love with him your whole life.

          Your whole life, until Oscar came along.

          This discouraged him, and he continued to distance himself a little. You didn't find it really strange; you thought you two were just rebuilding trust, but Oscar could tell there was something else going on.

          You were happy with Oscar, and cheating on him never crossed your mind, but there was something in your heart that kept bothering you.

          From Oscar's point of view, Lando looked like a wet cat waiting for someone to come and give him some affection, while you looked at him with pity, hoping Oscar would give you permission to bring him with you.

"You still like Lando, right?" "Huh" "It's obvious you still like him" "Sorry— I still love you too— It's weird to explain—" "I like him too" "HUH"

          You tried to give him some explanation, reiterating several times between babbles that you still love him, and that you don't know what to do because you don't want to lose him, but you also don't think it's fair to have feelings for someone else, for his teammate, your best friend, and because of the history that Lando and you have and—

"You kissed me" "You were mumbling too much, I don't think even you understood what you were saying" "I just told you that I like Lando" "And I think I like him too" "But I still like you, Osc" "And I still like you too"

          A long conversation followed, where you two questioned each other about everything from how was it possible that you two were in love with the same person at the same time to why Oscar was bringing up this topic right after the Australian Grand Prix.

          Like, yeah, his home race sucked for him, but how could he move on so quickly?

          Anyway, it took you two a couple of days to figure out what to do next and understand what would happen to the relationship and what you were about to propose to Lando.

          You didn't consider it an end, and things between the two of you weren't going to change. It was more like… continue what you had started. You believed that even if you two hadn't started dating, you would have gotten to this point anyway.

          The Japanese Grand Prix was the chosen one. More because you couldn't wait any longer than out of convenience. You two couldn't stand seeing Lando keep getting discouraged and forcing himself to draw the line with you both.

          You tried to find a convenient time, although it was difficult considering how little free time they had. Next up was Bahrain, a country you weren't traveling to, so you wanted to hurry up and have the talk that same weekend.

          You also didn't think you two could endure another week without clearing things up.

          In the end, the moment presented itself at the most inopportune moment, the one you had said you would avoid so as not to add pressure during the race or qualy. Saturday morning.

          "At least it wasn't on Sunday", Oscar thought as a consolation, while he watched you panic about the direction your conversation with Lando was taking.

          The three of you were in Oscar's hotel room when Lando started talking about you as a couple after you mentioned an activity you wanted the three of you to go to.

"You should go alone. Couples usually go there." "It's okay, Lando. We can go together." "No, seriously. I… I think I should stop joining all your couples' plans, you know." "We like it when you join us, Lan." "I know, but— I don't think it's good… I— My feelings..." "Lando..." "I don't want to— Sometimes it hurts to see you together. I know there's no hope, but—"

          Oscar made him shut up the best way he knew how.

          Lando watched you in horror as Oscar pulled away from him, and before he could put enough words together to form a single apology for you or a question for Oscar, you kissed him too.

"You can join as many couples plans as you want, Lan."

          Since then, Lando never left your side, spending time cuddling and clingling you both, if you couldn't all squeeze in together wherever you went or while you were at college.

          McLaren's strange strategies and bad race results no longer affected him as much as they used to because he knew he would always have a boyfriend available to cuddle up with and cheer him up.

          Which sometimes meant double work for you, but you really enjoyed having them both with you, so you wouldn't complain. That also means double celebration, and it tends to happen very often lately, so everyone enjoys it.

          Although it can be a little tiring at times, you wouldn't change them for anything in the world.

          They also enjoyed spending time together much more, just as they enjoy spending time with you. Sometimes they're just there while you study, muttering things you've read in your notes or the texts on your assignments while you try to understand them, but they're a good support and a timer so you don't push yourself too hard.

          They make sure you take a few breaks a day to eat, drink, sleep, and kiss them a lot.

          You no longer skip classes or fall behind on projects. Finally feel at peace with yourself and your feelings, and you're happy to know that the two people you love love you back & each other too.

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Regret

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All Lando did was regret everything, he regretted the moment he snapped at the only girl he actually started to love. He didn’t even remember the words he threw at her; he knew he stepped way out of the line. Their relationship was blurry; they were not together, not in the slightest.

She was free to date whoever she wanted, and yet Lando’s blood boiled looking at her interact with anyone else but him, especially when she talked to Oscar. Everyone always mentioned how well they complimented each other; he seemed like he would be perfect for her.

So when Lando saw her hug and congratulate Oscar with such joy and passion, all he saw was red. It felt like salt was being rubbed onto his raw wounds.

Only he could get hugs from her; only he could make her smile to the point where her little dimples showed; only he could be that close to her. He was jealous, and in his jealousy, he ruined his only chance of being with her.

Do you know what it feels like to be completely disrespected and have your words being thrown at you in the worst possible way? Not a feeling anyone would want to feel, but unfortunately, fate hadn’t spared her of that feeling.

She hated herself for opening up to Lando; why did she think he would be any different? Everyone she ever loved always ended up hurting her and inflicting more pain and anguish. She didn’t know what she did wrong; she knew she didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t her fault that Lando was driving like crap.

His words ripped open both old and new wounds, but how long was she going to let people do that to her? Her parents, her sister, her family, and now Lando? When will she ever be free of this type of betrayal? She didn’t want to believe that it was Lando who said those nasty words to her; his words were almost as bad, if not worse, than the words the media used to call her.

Her swollen red eyes and the dark red scratches all over her arms were proof that it was Lando’s words that caused her such anguish.

She knew she had to change; she wanted to hide and cry her eyes out, but she knew this was a sign to change and become a stronger version of herself who lives for her own dreams and not for anyone else. The love she was searching for was never really found, so she decided to love herself.

It had only been a couple of days since Lando let himself lash out on her, too many days if you’d ask him. He knew he needed to pull something massive just to get her back. He wanted to tell her how he felt and why he did what he did, but each time he rehearsed that speech, he sounded more and more like a jerk.

Lando needed help, and he knew only one person could help him, much to his dismay it was Oscar, the other Aussie.

Lando still remembers the way she told Oscar how adorable his accent was; yeah that ticked Lando off. It was almost like she tried to tempt Lando into lashing out on her. It was at this moment that Lando realized that he was Lando Norris. (A terrible realization) he didn’t need her; he had a hundred girls willingly throwing themselves at him.

Who cared about a girl who was flirting with her teammate to get back at him? Lando didn’t understand how stupid he sounded in that very moment, and so it goes the pictures get out of Lando sucking faces with a pretty blonde.

Those images were the wake-up call y/n busmante needed. She left the paddock in a haste, finding it more than necessary, especially when she saw the ugly snarl Lando sent her when she bumped into him. It was almost as if he didn’t realize how bad his words hurt her. Lando’s eyes snapped down to the sheer cover-up she wore; he would see the red marks.

To be honest, he didn’t care. She wasn’t his problem; she won’t be messing with his head again. It was her fault that he lost; the pretty blonde who had her arm around his bicep made him feel powerful.

Lando felt like a weak little boy, looking at his favorite toy being thrown out or donated, but having a new toy in hand, he didn’t realize the significance his old toy had. The excitement of gaining something new overcame any stinging pain that the loss of something so valuable and important made him feel.

Y/n decided that she was done with men in orange; it was one of fate’s twisted games. She left the paddock in such a hurry that she didn’t realize she bumped into Oscar.

Her raced breathing and red eyes made it obvious to even the blindest man, but it made it clear for Oscar, someone who had kept his eye on the younger busmante sibling since the day she walked into the paddock. Oscar saw the way she looked at his teammate; there were often times he wanted her to turn his way and look at him the same way; he’d give her the world if she wanted it.

Oscar saw the faint red lines on her arm. In a hasty decision, he dragged her to his driver's room. He was always known as a gentleman, always asking for permission before letting his hands wander. But the way Oscar pulled y/n in was urgent; he knew something was wrong and was secretly hoping that Lando had done something to her so that he would have an excuse to beat the crap out of him for it. Most importantly, though, Oscar wanted to know if his girl was okay? She looked up at him, eyes glossy and looked like they hurt based on how red and irritated they looked. She looked so sad and quiet, the Aussie didn’t know what to do or say to make her pain go away.

All it took was one tight hug; the moment Oscar's buff arms made contact with her, she lost control. Her eyes bled more tears, each one a stab at Oscar's heart. He wanted to rip Lando apart limb by limb for doing this to her. Oscar had heard everything.

The day Lando ended up DNF-ing, Oscar went to his room to talk to him. What he heard made him never want to look at his teammate again. He sat there holding her for an hour, both seeking comfort. Oscar slowly raised the sleeves of her cardigan to look at the damage she had inflicted upon herself. A slight whine came out of the girl, a weak protest, but she didn't really care. She felt mentally drained and didn't know why Oscar was bothering so much, but it did feel good that someone cared.

When his rough fingers made contact with her irritated skin, the moment felt intimate. He ran his fingers through her hair, coaxing her to spill all her deepest thoughts and darkest secrets. She complied, incoherently mumbling everything Lando had said to her and how he had acted. All while being hugged close to Oscar's midriff, his scent intoxicating her, making her feel calm.

It was funny, really, when you looked at it from an outsider's perspective. Two young adults sitting on the floor, one holding the other, while the older one stared intently at the wounded younger one.

The moment looked like a scene in Shakespeare's plays, where instead of Romeo and Juliet, it was Benedict and Beatrice, the calmer, more stable ones.

Oscar knew she was hurting; he saw the pain in her face each time she mentioned him. "Will you go back to how it was if he comes up to you and apologizes?"

That simple question made her blood run cold.

She knew the answer, but she didn't want to admit it to anyone, most importantly herself.

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[hikarry]

I'm a big apologist of Aziraphale/Wilde for jealous Crowley reasons and I do wish there were more fanfics about the topic. Or even not about Wilde, just the men in the gentleman's club. Crowley was supposedly asleep at the time but he is clever, he would figure it out somehow (memorabilia Aziraphale keeps in the bookshop, for example) but I don't think he would really bring it up. He would be jealous in silence.

On the other hand, I'm also an apologist of Crowley/Da Vinci. It's not everyone that has a bloody sketch of the Mona Lisa with the message "For my friend, Antonio" or something along those lines (I think it was written in Italian? I can't remember anymore). And Crowley has kept it in pristine condition for centuries!

By now, everyone knows Leo was queer, yes? Fantastic.

Crowley is attracted to art like music and statues, but you know what else? Engineering! Because he used to be a Star-Maker, and what was Leo besides an amazing artist? An engineer! Do you really think Crowley wouldn't be attracted as hell by his inventions? Especially the flying machine?

Now, with the idea that they knew each other and probably spent a lot of time together in the workshop and drinking and what not...well, have you looked at Crowley? He's gorgeous! And artists are attracted to pretty things. My headcanon is that Leo painted Crowley at least once.

Now, a good story would be if the painting was lost in time and eventually found and it made a tour through the best museums and made a stop in London, eventually.

Aziraphale would be excited, Crowley would be curious, and they would go together.

When they arrive in front of the painting Crowley goes very still and Aziraphale gasps.

"But! But that's you!"

"Mhnn eh how would I know? Plenty of red heads back then in Italy, I assure you."

Aziraphale points at the picture.

"I would recognize that face anywhere, Crowley!"

"Aw, angel, would you? What a flatterer."

"That's not the point! This painting...this painting is gorgeous. But aren't you a bit too...au naturel?"

"Agh, eh, I mean. Plenty of semi nude paintings to go around from that era."

"Yes, but in that case the artist and the muse were quite close." Gasp. "Anthony J Crowley, you had a...a thing with Leonardo Da Vinci?! While I was in Spain?!"

"Ngk. I wouldn't call it a thing. More like...a tiny thing."

So yeah, while Crowley is jealous on the inside, Aziraphale (especially if they were already in a relationship) would be very obvious about it and very vocal. Even petty if we want to go down that route.

"Please, angel, you've been avoiding me for 2 days."

"I refused to be kissed with the same lips that kissed Da Vinci."

"Oh yeah? What about your 'friend' Oscar Wilde?!"

Aziraphale gasps and blushes.

"Why the hell would you bring Wilde into this conversation?!"

Crowley steps closer.

"I know exactly what you did with him back in the 1800s. And yet I never complained did I?"

"...since when?"

"The 40s."

"And you never told me you knew?!"

"Because I don't care! I mean, I do, it hurt a little. A lot. But I got over it. That was a century ago, Aziraphale. And I have you now, don't I? I won in the end."

Sorry, I easily get sidetracked. My point is: more Crowley/Da Vinci fanfic or even art are needed.

[violettavonviolet]

Tim Drake fic recs part 2

all of these fics are finished and amazing! the word count goes up progressively and the rating is noted but do check the works for tags!

All fics marked with a star haven't left my brain since I read them!

Jaytim

these lines of lightning

smilebackwards

Summary:

“Sometimes when Bruce is being an asshole, the best response is to be an asshole right back,” Jason says, dropping down next to Tim and propping his boots on the milk crates he uses for a coffee table. “I used to go hang out with all the bad kids so I guess you’re already on the right track.”

4.8k teen

do me a favor

yasmindifference

Summary:

“So what were you thinking? Fake financial distress? Fake injury?”

“Fake boyfriend,” Jason said.

9k fake relationship teen

it takes a house, a village

defcontwo

Summary:

“If you shower my couch with love and affection, I might actually kill you.” Or: how Tim Drake buys a house, rebuilds his life, and accidentally falls in love.

10k unmarked, humor

A Gift of Knowledge *

njw

Summary:

Dick’s voice is hoarse with suppressed fury. “So, you’re just exposing us to this, this outrageous substance, and torturing us by leaving us here, bound and drugged?”

He has to know that’s not all. But he’s asking anyway, to get as much information as possible out of the villain before they’re left to their own devices. It’s what they’ve all been trained to do.

Tim squeezes his eyes shut, knowing what Joker is going to say. Knowing exactly what the evil madman is planning to do.

Damn it. Damn it all to hell, not here, not now. Not like this. 

20k mature a/b/o

Stripping Down *

njw

Summary:

Tim turns to him with a quick, shy smile before rapidly climbing the pole, waiting for Jason to position himself under him. “Like this?” he asks, arching his back, gripping the pole tightly between his shapely little thighs and beginning a slow, grinding descent. Jason did not realize until this moment it was possible to be so jealous of a fuckin’ pole.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna die again. Of embarrassment or blue balls, just take your fuckin’ pick. 

“Yeah, Baby Bird,” he says, almost not recognizing his voice for how throaty and deep it sounds right now. “Just like that.”

20k mature, soulmates

A Midsummer Night's Terror: The Great Escape

kleine_aster, njw

Summary:

A super-villain is on the loose, and he isn't called "The Kinkster" for nothing. On a hot Gotham summer's night, he entraps Batman and his allies, presenting them with a choice—to either succumb to lust, or perish in his maze. Badwrong ensues.

(kleine_aster's fabulous story, with a new ending by njw; posted with permission)

23k sex pollen explicit

I loved thee, though I told thee not, (--Right earlily and long,)

llamallamaduck

Summary:

The news that Timothy Drake, Gotham’s cryptid millionaire, has shot the Joker dead during a public live-stream hits the world like a freight train—and that is just the opening salvo of his bugfuck plan.

Maybe there exists, in the multiverse, a configuration of Jason Todd who will weather this with decorum, dignity and self-respect. This version of Jason Todd decides that the life of an academic is not, really, all that rewarding. In contrast, the life of Timothy Drake’s live-in house-husband is looking more appealing by the second.

24k mature

Re: Soulmarks

Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou)

Summary:

JASON TODD - EXPOSED!!

By Vicky Vale (@vickyvalegazette)

BREAKING NEWS - Oscar-winning screenwriter, actor and all-around heartthrob Jason Todd has had his Soulmark exposed to the public in a wild escapade at the Gotham International Airport today upon his return from shooting his latest project. 

Who is the lucky person with the matching mark? Who will color in the black shapes in Jason Todd’s Soulmark and Bloom with one of the hottest celebrities on the planet?

We will report on this as it develops! Stay tuned to the feed!

32k soulmates

Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?)

chibi_nightowl

Summary:

Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.

81k explicit

Timkon

The Mystery of the Superboy Shirts

Aviatricks

Summary:

The thing is, Tim is a detective, first and foremost.

And like most detectives, sometimes he just can’t let things go. 

(Or, how Tim acquires several hundred Superboy t-shirts)

4k humor gen

the honesty in your body

Laroyena

Summary:

Luthor's tech saved Kon's life at the cost of his mind. Tim must take a feral Kon across space to restore his humanity... which is just as difficult as one may think.

(Batman Omegaverse AU: unabashed TimKon porn detailing their original get-together in their early teens to their definite get-together in their late teens. But mostly porn.)

14k explicit a/b/o

Slip and Slide

Living_Free

Summary:

Battle for the Cowl AU

Bruce is dead*. 

The cowl has uncemoniously been dumped on Dick Grayson, who is kind of preoccupied with the fact that he now has a very small, very angry, Legacy-obsessed, Damian Wayne to take care of. 

As per usual, Jason is not helping. 

Tim is Sad, and is dabbling in the the treacherous waters of teenage dating, leading a superhero team, and running a company. 

It's up to the voices of reason (mainly Alfred) to make sure that the family does not crumble under the shadow of the Bat. 

*If you believe that after all the nonsense D.C. has pulled, there is no hope for you.

21k humor, the series is 200k+ and is fantastic

Catfishing

timkons

Summary:

Tim accidentally catfishes Kon. It goes about as well as you can imagine.

22k teen

Other

moving in stereo 

TheResurrectionist

Summary:

Clark closed his eyes, wincing. “Your children have some…guests.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Bruce muttered, setting aside the tablet.

“No, I mean…I think all of them, um. Have a guest, tonight.”

2k gen multiple

Against the odds

Heartslogos

It’s a child’s gambit to get mummy’s attention mixed with abandonment issues paranoia and an extreme penchant for vendetta.

3k tim/Bruce 00Q teen angst

say cheese

DairyFarmer

Summary:

“Why are there reporters-”

Dick stopped. His eyes locked on the TV.

“Oh, look at that Drake- you’re trending on social media.” Damian offered far too coolly to be any form of casual.

XxX

In which Tim's nudes get leaked online and he is surprisingly casual about it

4.8k mature

Sticks and Stones

Solemini (SoleminiSanction), SoleminiSanction

Summary:

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can cause lasting psychological damage."

The Core Four stage a long-overdue intervention.

Or, in which Steph's abusive tendencies are finally addressed.

10k timsteph abusive relationship teen

Troika

Glitterandlube

16k kon/tim/bart crack

The Wooing of Tim Drake

Titans_R_Us

Summary:

Tim didn't stand a chance.

Each action, each gift, each gesture was calculated for the best possible result. The source of this smothering affection is surprising but Tim can't find a single reason to say no...So he doesn't. The brat somehow worms his way into his heart one inch at a time.

Meanwhile Damian is quite pleased with how his courtship progresses.

20k damitim mature

[lagerloutfic]

hot rookie slagsss rides again! 'tis the season to have normal thots about your co-workers. thank you to @ctimenefic and @latecomersprivilege for making this one billion times better.

read part one - alex albon and his foot thing

Lando has no idea where he is. Couldn’t tell you the time for a million quid. He might be in a completely different country. There’s been a bottle in his hand since he stepped onto the podium. Champagne, beer, shots. 

A bottle of water was thrust at him at some point but Party in the USA blasted over the speakers so he poured it over Andrea making him squeal. 

He’s drunk. He’ll admit it. Probably passed drunk a few miles back. Totally hammered, as promised. He’s not the only one.

Everyone around him is grinning like mad. Hands clap him on the back so often he’s sure he’ll be bruised between his shoulder blades come morning. He doesn’t know who half the people are but it doesn’t matter. It’s all love tonight, everyone high as kites from topping the Constructors and whatever else is getting passed around.

It’s a good feeling. One of the best he’s ever had. It makes him really – 

Horny.

Like, disturbingly so. 

Disturbing because when he spots Oscar in the corner – looming over Lily with her back to the wall, one hand braced beside her head as she pulls him in by the collar to snog the pants off him – everything else shuts down apart from the klaxon in his brain screaming: I want, I want I want. 

It’s confusing. It doesn’t make sense. 

It’s – really hot how Lily doesn’t stop snogging Oscar as she turns his cap around, hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer. Really gives it to him with both barrels. Oscar’s hand creeps around to her waist, holding her close. Lando is glad the music is so loud so no one can hear him moan. 

Lando pulls out his phone. The background is super blurry, battery on a precarious 3%. He has to squint one eye as he peers down, tongue between his teeth as he opens Hot Rookie Slagsss. 

Lando: how do u ask some1 4 a 3some

George: Oh good, you’re alive

George: Don’t bother replying to any of the other fifty messages

Alex: who are you asking

Lando: no one

George: just a hypothetical question at 4 in the morning

Lando: dont use big words

Alex: imagine you’re asking us

Lando: u and russell?

George: Surely Alex means us and our girlfriends

Alex: surely

Lando thinks about asking the boys and their fit girlfriends for a threesome and, yeah. Obviously that’s a nice thought. There are so many nice thoughts flooding Lando’s brain right now he feels a little sick.

Lando: alex do u & lily wanna have 3some

George: Oh, of course you ask Alex and not me. Typical. 

Alex: now, now Georgie, don’t be jealous

George: Unbelievable. 

Alex: Lily says you’re too short

Lando: im a NORMAL HEIGHT

George: Whatever Frodo

Lando: ever think u 2 r freakishly tall

Alex: no

Lando is distracted from the bickering in his phone by the way Lily’s hands are moving down the back of Oscar’s ugly too-long shorts to cup his arse. Lando wants to be in the middle of it, to feel their hands roam over him, to let himself float in space as two sets of lips press against his neck. 

Oscar’s being so sloppy, licking along Lily’s jaw, sharp teeth biting down before thrusting his tongue back in her mouth. Jesus Christ. 

Lando: guys im dying here

George: in my experience, one simply waits to be asked

Lando: thats not gonna happen

George: Maybe for you…

Lando: wait

Lando: who did u have a 3some with

Lando: WHO

Lando: alex who was it

George: Alexander don’t you dare

Lando: WHOWHOWHOWHO

Alex: as discussed, Lily likes tall men

Lando: omgggggg

George: You’d best count your days Albon because you are so fucking dead

Alex: Lily wants to know what hotel you’re at

George: can we please take this to the other chat

Lando: WHAT other chat

Alex: secret threesome chat

George: I could do a murder and no one would blame me

Lando watches the three dots showing Alex typing and then his screen goes blank. He presses the power button furiously, willing the phone to light up but it’s dead. 

Lando considers flinging it across the room. Would be happy to never hear from his so-called friends again. The nerve, having secret threesomes willy-nilly behind his back. Absolute fuckers, the lot of them. 

There are cheers across the room. One of the mechanics has unearthed another magnum of champagne (where on earth do they keep finding these things) and is uncorking it, urging Oscar to tip his head back. 

It takes two of the mechanics to hoist it into the air. Oscar has to crouch, practically on his knees, mouth open wide as the fizz sloshes over his cheeks, foaming down his neck, soaking his shirt. Lando grips the sticky table in front of him, crotch pressed to the corner, his entire body throbbing in time to the music. 

Lily stands to the side, hand over her mouth, hair all mussed up from where Oscar’s been clutching it. She catches Lando’s eye and gestures at Oscar, silently asking him to get a load of this guy. 

Lando’s got a load of it alright. A big one. 

Lando doesn’t know how it happens but one second he’s humping the table and the next he’s on his knees next to Oscar, lukewarm champagne stinging his eyes for the hundredth time that day. 

It splashes all over Lily’s shoes and Lando follows the long line of her legs, her hips, tilting his head back to look at her face. She’s beaming down at him, totally unbothered by the sloshing between her toes. 

Everything is so wet.

“How do you feel about short blokes?” Lando slurs and she bends down, one hand on his shoulder.

“How short are we talking about?” 

Lando looks over helplessly at Oscar, two arms wrapped around some of the front office guys, wet t-shirt clinging to his chest. From this angle he can see the sharp grooves of Oscar’s abs, can count every single muscle straining as he laughs. 

Not that anyone cares, but him and Lando are literally the same height. 

Lily shrugs. “Reckon that’s ideal.”

George’s stupid fucking voice rings in Lando’s ears: One simply waits to be asked. 

He’s going to rub this in their handsome faces.

[tiredwishes]

Can you explain carcar to me as a ship? I'd really love to get it, but I don't 😔

oh anon, where do i BEGIN

carcar is a little phenomenon that happens when two magnets, against all odds, repel and attract. they push and pull, they're permanently entangled, always hovering in each other's orbit.

(disclaimer: i'll probably miss out a bunch of moments, but here are the ones that really pulled me into the carcar agenda)

but it starts with the fighting on track, which is terrible but also happens to make for really good tension and plot.

case in point, spa 2023

in order for enemies to become lovers they must unfortunately be enemies first. their radios about each other throughout the 2023 season are so incredibly entertaining

and the 2024 season seemed pretty tame for the first couple of races...... then miami happens and we're all proved wrong

carlos' interview about it

THEN we move on to monaco, where everything finally comes together

there's the umbrella moment, which is so incredibly funny because everyone else around them is in the sun but oscar's got the umbrella and yeah sure, it's kind of sheltering lando too but oscar holds it with his right hand and so it's really for him and carlos :)

then the race starts and it's kind of a disaster with them as 'it was at the first corner that Oscar Piastri and Carlos Sainz went side-by-side and banged wheels.'

but neither of them were taken out of the race and went on to finish 2-3. and the post-race interviews are hilarious because there's charles', who's just won his home race for the first time, and there's oscar and carlos, with their tension and overall hostility

oscar finishes his interview and it looks like he wants to hand the mic over to carlos but carlos already has one and the lack of words makes it all the more entertaining when oscar seemingly goes 'nope? whoop okay.'

and so we're left with this interaction, thinking they're back to their 2023 ways........

when the press conference picture drops. a.k.a the ultimate carcar moment

like what. what happened to hi?? what happened to hello??? we're just tossed this moment between the two of them charles is off commemorating his win and jumping into the ocean BUT the real important stuff is happening back in this damn room.

there's also that moment in one of the conferences when oscar and charles are talking about AdoptionGate (charles offering to adopt oscar on twitter, something i wouldn't believe if not for the fact that i witness it unfold with my own two eyes) and carlos says something that has charles going 'do you want me to adopt you as well? don't be jealous carlos'

and i'm choosing to take that as carlos being jealous because charles has oscar and he doesn't like that because he wants oscar, and so hostile takeovers was written :D

but i digress,

because then we get to the soulmates part of this thesis

when carlos is asked about his recent string of conflicts with with carlos, he said, and i quote, "oscar and i, we seem to have a magnet recently between each other, for some reason that i don't understand but we get on well and everything is ok, but we seem to always find each other on track'

which is crazy because it's literally what we've been saying since their string of collisions in 2023

there's simply no reason for them to keep finding each other on track. 'for some reason i don't understand,' carlos says, and sometimes fate doesn't have a reason, or maybe fate is the reason.

Every magnet has a north pole and a south pole. Placing two unlike poles together causes them to attract. When you try to place two like poles together, they will repel each other.

and so, as mentioned in the beginning: carcar is a little phenomenon that happens when two magnets, against all odds, repel and attract. they push and pull, they're permanently entangled, always hovering in each other's orbit.

and that's what makes them so compelling to me <3

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

I am bettter now kinda, andyway id like tooo base ooff bear annon and make it so osacr is fallin ing love with logan butt he feels bad that he's doing so but then reader commes to a race aof his and logan and reader hit it off really well with logan flirting with reader (rreadrt is blushin up asstorm) in the end logan mamages to serande both reader and oscar not that ether know the other was s Serenated, seranetd? Don't remembr the wrod rn sry

–🍑🍑

glad you're doing better peaches <3

oscar feels so guilty for his growing feelings for logan

he's absolutely in love with you beyond belief, he just ... he can't help the way his heart speeds up when logan gives him that stupid smile of his

the guilt eats at him so bad that he sort of starts to avoid logan

which results in oscar obsessively spending more time with you because he feels so bad

and ends up with you going to a race

oscar's by your side every second he can be

he goes through to Q3, but logan (because he's in a williams) goes out in Q2

and decides to visit his best friend's boyfriend

logan, secretly, really likes both of you, and he knows oscar likes him, so he's onto the last piece of the puzzle: getting you to like him

he's flirting so hard and so pathetically, but it gets you anyway

when oscar finds you with logan, and realises you're blushing and flustered and you clearly like logan too ... he's not even slightly jealous. he's just relieved.

the three of you end up in logan's hotel room

initially it's just silly and sweet and yeah logan's looking at you and oscar kissing like it's the thing he wants most in the world, but otherwise it's pretty casual

until you somehow get onto the topic of karaoke

and before you know it, logan's singing risk by gracie abrams and he's only slightly off-key

the race happens, and it's logan's first podium—with oscar right beside him

the third member of the podium may as well have been invisible, with how much tension there is between your boyfriend and logan

suffice to say, logan had two new boyfriends and a limp by morning

[auroraharper]

To all the boys I love - Carlos poly (Final Part)

Carlos wakes up with an ache in his stomach. At first, he thinks it’s from the emotional damage of the last two weeks. But then the pain twists—sharp, hot, wrong—and suddenly he’s on the floor, gasping, vision swimming.

He just barely manages to call emergency services before blacking out.

Cut to: The Hospital

The paramedics rush him in with appendicitis.

The doctors are calm and efficient, prepping him for emergency surgery.

But then…

Isack is sitting in the ER waiting room because he tagged along with Ollie—Carlos’s honorary duckling—who rode in the ambulance just in case. He’s scrolling his phone when he overhears a nurse say:

“We have to get him to the OR stat or he won’t make it.”

She’s obviously talking about some other patient. But Isack, already spiraling and deeply dramatic, gasps like he’s in a telenovela.

He bolts up. His fingers tremble as he types into The Group Chat of Idiots:

ISACK:

carlos is dying THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL he’s going into surgery they said “he won’t make it” come to st. martin’s hospital NOW

………………

What Follows Is Absolute Chaos

Charles Leclerc

Was in the middle of doing his 47-step skincare/hair routine. He runs out of the hotel with a face full of moisturizer and hair in foamy clips. No shoes. Not even socks.

“MOVE, I NEED TO SEE MY BOYFR—I mean—MY TEAMMATE.”

Max Verstappen

Was wearing nothing but sweatpants. No Red Bull merch in sight. He vaults over the concierge desk. Nearly kills a poor old man with how fast he drives.

“Out of my way. He can’t die without hearing me say it first.”

Lando Norris

Still in his PJs—banana print. Trips on his shoelaces while trying to FaceTime George and Oscar mid-sprint.

“OH MY GOD HE’S DYING?! NO HE CAN’T DIE, HE HAS TO YELL AT ME”

George Russell

Shows up in a robe from the hotel. Slippers flapping.

“He can’t die! I haven’t even apologized properly for being a jealous dick yet!”

Daniel Ricciardo

Tear-streaked, barefoot, and clutching a stuffed duck he accidentally stole from the McLaren hospitality suite.

“I swear if he dies, I am gonna die too and I’m gonna haunt the FIA.”

Oscar Piastri

Silent, pale, but sprinting. Stops only to buy a vending machine chocolate bar on the way in.

“In case he wakes up and wants something sweet.”

Alex Albon

Screaming. Actually screaming. Wearing one sock, no pants, and a hoodie that says CARLOS IS MY LOML.

“IF HE DIES I’M SUEING DESTINY.”

At the Hospital

They all arrive within ten minutes of each other. They flood the front desk like a pack of emotional hyenas.

“Carlos Sainz. Where is he. We’re his—uh—friends. ALL of us.”

The nurse blinks. “He’s… in surgery.”

Seven grown men collapse into the nearest chairs in sync like synchronized heartbroken idiots.

Charles sobs into George’s robe. Max is pacing, muttering in Dutch. Lando is hugging Oscar like a koala. Daniel is rubbing the duck’s head for luck. Alex is texting everyone a goodbye just in case he dies of heart attack break.

Then Ollie walks in calmly with a juice box and goes:

“He’s fine, you morons. It’s just his appendix.”

Everyone stops mid-panic.

“Wha—what?” Charles hiccups.

“Yeah. They got him into surgery fast. Doctor says he’ll be sore but okay. You all good?”

Isack is happily sipping his apple juice like a kid after soccer practice.

He’s got a snack bar in one hand, legs swinging off the chair.

He’s totally unaware that seven full-grown F1 drivers are emotionally devastated and mentally aged ten years in the last two hours because of one panicked text he sent.

He watches them all in silence for a while—red-eyed, sniffling, curled into themselves like they just watched the saddest movie ever.

Then, earnestly:

“Wait… are you all okay?”

All heads snap toward him.

Max: murder in his eyes Charles: still clutching a tissue and muttering in French Daniel: holding Carlos’s emotional support duck like a baby Oscar: blinking like his brain is buffering Lando: hasn’t spoken in ten minutes, still hugging George Alex: looks like he aged twenty years George: literally trembling

Isack, smiling: “I thought I helped?”

Silence.

Then—

Daniel, voice cracking: “You SAID he was DYING, Isack!”

Isack: shocked “He isn’t?!”

Ollie (rolling his eyes): “Bro. It was his appendix.”

Isack: tilts his head “But the nurse said—!”

Oscar: exasperated “The nurse wasn’t even talking about Carlos it seems! You eavesdropped a random conversation and TEXTED US LIKE HE HAD FIVE MINUTES TO LIVE!”

Isack: “Okay but… you did all come running.”

Max: “I LEFT MY WALLET AND PHONE IN THE HOTEL, ISACK.”

Charles: “I AM WEARING NO SHOES.”

Alex: “I CAME OUT IN PUBLIC IN THIS HOODIE!”

Isack, blinking wide-eyed: “You all really love him that much, huh?”

All of them fall quiet.

The rage fades.

The room settles.

Because yeah.

They do.

They love Carlos Sainz so much that they didn’t hesitate. Not one of them. They just ran.

Isack, still utterly oblivious, beams.

“Well. Guess I did help.”

Ollie groans and thunks his forehead on Isack’s shoulder.

George mutters, “I want to strangle you, but also maybe hug you.”

…………..

Carlos’s eyes flutter open, the sharp pain in his abdomen reminding him that he’s not dreaming.

He groans softly, blinking against the bright white light of the hospital room.

But then—

“Carlos?”

His head turns to the side. The sight that greets him makes him blink again, just to confirm he’s not hallucinating.

There, all of them. Every single one. A ridiculous, sprawling mess of F1 drivers crammed into his tiny hospital room.

The air is thick with exhaustion, but also with an undeniable warmth.

Max is asleep on the floor, head tilted to the side like a tired puppy. Lando has fallen asleep while sitting against the wall, his head slumped on George’s shoulder, both of them still wearing their race suits.

Charles is seated in a chair, hands tucked together, looking like he’s been watching over Carlos the entire time.

Daniel is curled up on a small sofa, one arm around Carlos’s emotional support duck. Oscar, Alex, and Ollie are sprawled out on the floor, limbs tangled in a messy heap of exhaustion.

Carlos blinks again, still processing. He opens his mouth but doesn’t get far.

"Why… why are you all here?"

The noise of shuffling feet and chairs dragging fills the room as one by one, the drivers wake up, stretching and yawning like they’ve just woken from a long, drawn-out battle.

They all move toward him, eyes softening when they see he’s awake.

Charles speaks first, voice a little raw.

"You’re… alive."

Carlos’s lips twitch into a soft smile, his heart swelling in ways he doesn’t know how to express.

He looks around the room, seeing all their eyes on him, their worry, and their relief.

"I didn’t think I’d ever see all of you in the same room at once…" Carlos says softly, trying to ease the awkwardness that still lingers from the letter fiasco.

Max, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, stares down at him. His voice is quieter than usual. "You scared the shit out of us."

Carlos, a little sheepish, gives him a small, apologetic look. "I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think it would turn out like this."

Oscar steps forward, voice full of concern, though his smile is tired.

"We shouldn’t have reacted the way we did. I… I think we were all just so shocked, we didn’t stop to think about how you were feeling."

"And about how we were hurting you, too," adds George, looking away, clearly guilty.

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "You never meant to hurt anyone. We should have talked it out before everything blew up."

Carlos sighs softly, eyes flicking from one face to another.

"I never meant to send the letters. I thought… maybe if I kept everything inside, I wouldn’t risk ruining our friendships. But then I hurt myself instead, trying to pretend that… that I could live without saying anything."

Lando leans forward, still looking a little frazzled, but his eyes are full of earnestness.

"Carlos, we don’t blame you for any of this. We didn’t get it. But we should have. We know now. We just… wanted to say that we’re sorry."

Carlos’s gaze flicks between all of them, and his heart feels lighter with every word. They’re trying, he can see it in their eyes. This is the start of the healing process.

"I just… I thought maybe you’d all be happier if you didn’t know how I felt. I was scared of losing you, and I didn’t want to burden any of you. But I guess keeping it all inside didn’t help either."

Daniel, who’s been quiet until now, leans in.

"Carlos, we’d never want to lose you. I’d rather have you yell at me about your hair than keep all that stuff inside. You matter to us."

Carlos smiles at that, the corners of his mouth lifting a little, his heart swelling with warmth.

He looks at them all again. The mess of them. The chaos. The love.

"I never wanted to break your hearts, or mine… But I was so afraid that I’d hurt you by being honest. And now I’ve hurt us all by not being honest."

Alex gently places his hand on Carlos’s, a silent gesture of support. "We’re going to be okay. But, Carlos, you’ve got to trust us. We’re not going anywhere."

Carlos lets out a soft sigh, feeling the weight lift just a little. The air in the room feels lighter, warmer.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for being here. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys."

Then, almost as an afterthought, Isack, who had been lurking at the back of the room and silently watching the whole scene unfold, jumps up from where he was sitting on the floor.

"OH. And, uh… about that time I sent a text saying you were dying… Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to trigger the panic attack. But look at all of you… all worried… you really do love him that much, huh?"

Everyone just stares at him.

Lando, unable to help himself, lets out a short laugh before muttering, "You actually think you helped with that?"

Isack, grinning sheepishly, shrugs. "Well, I thought it was a nice dramatic touch. Didn’t think the whole paddock would go into full panic mode, though."

Carlos, still holding Alex’s hand, chuckles softly, but then his voice turns serious again.

"I’m still not sure how all of this will work between us. I don’t know if I can handle... sharing my heart with all of you."

Charles, who’s been quieter than usual, steps forward, giving Carlos a reassuring smile.

"We’ll take it one step at a time, Carlos. Together. No matter what happens."

And just like that, with the weight of the past few weeks hanging heavy in the air, there’s a sense of peace—fragile, but real.

For now, they’re all just here. And for the first time in what feels like forever, that’s enough.

……………

The morning sun shines cheerily over the paddock, but the atmosphere is anything but light.

There's a chill in the air—not weather-related, but courtesy of Ollie Bearman, Kimi Antonelli, Isack Hadjar, and Gabe Bortoleto: The Ducklings.

Four rookies. Four pairs of judgmental eyes. And they are judging hard.

Oscar walks into the McLaren garage, waving cheerfully.

“Morning, guys!”

Silence.

Ollie, sitting on the pit wall, sips his coffee like it’s poisoned.

“Oh. Look who finally showed up. Not running around shirtless and panicking today?”

Oscar blinks, caught mid-step.

“Ollie, come on—”

Isack joins in, arms crossed.

“I don’t know. I think his panicked half-naked sprint was the only time he used his legs for something meaningful lately.”

“Burn,” Gabe mutters with admiration, sipping his Red Bull mockingly.

Across the paddock, Max tries to approach the Red Bull hospitality unit only to find Kimi Antonelli standing like a bouncer at the door, arms folded across his chest like he's guarding a sacred temple.

“You here to drive or to break hearts again?” Kimi says coolly.

Max opens his mouth—then closes it again.

Meanwhile, Daniel skips toward the Alpine motorhome all chipper and optimistic, only to be stopped by Isack holding up a bright yellow sign like a traffic cop.

The sign reads:

🚧 CAUTION: Idiot Crossing. May cause emotional trauma to national treasures named Carlos Sainz. 🚧

“Seriously?” Daniel gapes. “You guys made props?”

“We printed them overnight,” Ollie says proudly from behind him. “Stapled them all over the drivers’ room.”

Back in the Ferrari hospitality, Charles tries to sneak in unnoticed but is ambushed by all four ducklings standing in formation, blocking his path like angry mall cops.

“Charles,” Gabe says solemnly. “As a former simp, I expected better of you.”

“You were supposed to protect the golden retriever, not make him cry,” Kimi adds with cold disappointment.

Charles clutches his espresso like a lifeline.

“Mon dieu…”

Even George isn’t spared. As he heads toward Mercedes, Ollie walks past him, dropping a single folded note on his desk.

It says:

“You may dress like Prince Charming, but that was not charming at all. 2/10. Do better.”

The only one who manages to get a pass is Alex, because Ollie and Isack have a soft spot for his memes—but even he gets side-eye when he tries to sit with Carlos at lunch.

“We're watching you, Albono,” Gabe mutters. “Like hawks. Duck hawks.”

…………………..

Four years later — post-season break, Tuscany

The villa is loud.

Max is grilling, apron on, tongs in hand, arguing with Charles over the proper amount of salt for meat. Daniel is barefoot on the patio, swaying to a playlist he made titled "Carlos Worship Hour: Vol 26". George is tending to the herb garden because “Carlos likes fresh basil.” Oscar and Alex are trying (and failing) to hang fairy lights across the balcony. Lando is inside, baking cookies. He’s somehow managed to get flour on the ceiling.

And in the middle of it all, sitting on a sun-drenched couch with a book and the world's softest hoodie (stolen from Oscar), is Carlos.

He looks peaceful.

His hair is a little longer now. There are laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. He’s glowing with sun and love.

He reads the same sentence five times before giving up and smiling at the chaos unfolding around him.

“Is this what retirement looks like?” Carlos teases, as Lando crashes into Daniel with a tray of semi-burnt cookies.

“Retirement?” Max scoffs from the grill. “You’re not retiring until you win that second title.”

“He already won it last year,” Charles says with a dramatic sigh. “Let the man rest.”

Carlos chuckles, watching them bicker like it’s his favorite movie. Because it is.

This mess—this wild, aching, beautiful mess—is his.

……………………

The fairy lights are finally up (after Oscar nearly fell off the ladder three times), and the table is set under the olive trees. Everyone’s there.

The ducklings too—Kimi, Ollie, Isack, Gabe—older now, race winners, still protective, but proud. Still ducklings at heart.

Carlos sits at the head of the table, not because he asked to, but because the others made him.

Daniel raises a glass.

“To the man who survived seven idiots falling in love with him—”

“—and never once made us feel like second best. To Carlos,” Daniel finishes, eyes warm.

“To Carlos,” they echo, and Carlos’s throat goes tight.

He looks around at them—all the drivers who once broke his heart, now the men who spend every day putting it back together with gentle hands and whispered I love yous.

They still argue, of course. They still compete and clash and forget who’s turn it is to do dishes. But they love him like gravity, like instinct, like breathing.

And this time, Carlos didn’t write letters to hide the love. He lives in it. Wrapped in it. Held by it.

Later – Nighttime

The others are asleep—Max curled protectively at Carlos’s back, Charles draped over his legs, Lando on the floor with a pillow, Daniel snoring with one sock on. Carlos is awake, scrolling through his notes app. Sometimes he still writes. Not to bottle things up, but to remember.

He types:

“I didn’t ruin the friendship. I found a family. I was never too much. I was always just enough. They love me. And I love them back.”

He hits save. Then closes his phone, rests it on his chest, and falls asleep surrounded by the kind of love that once only existed in the letters he never meant to send.

.......

Author’s Note:

Okay. okay. okay. breathe in, scream out—WE MADE IT. This chaotic, unhinged, heart-shattering circus of Carlos + seven idiots is officially FINISHED. 💌🏁

But don’t worry, I am an emotionally damaged gremlin and I will not rest—because guess what? The next story is already cooking: “The Summer I Fell In Love” — yes. it’s Carlos. yes. it’s poly again. yes.

Now for the real talk: While Carlos is out here being loved, worshipped, emotionally cradled and kissed by seven beautiful men, I am:

Writing this at 3AM,

Crying over my simulation lab,

Debating whether I need sleep or just more caffeine,

And if one more person asks me about my “placement prep,” I might throw myself into the nearest server room and become one with the motherboard. 

I suffer. I cry. I code. I write. I romanticize fictional love to cope. This is a therapy session disguised as a fic.

So thank you to everyone who read this fic and screamed with me. Carlos deserves love. We deserve less assignments. See you soon in the next poly disaster. I’m already emotionally invested. Bye 

— your emotionally overcooked author, Ria desperately trying to graduate and manifest a boy who kneels like Charles did.

[for-a-longlongtime]

Materialists - The Remix

What if Adria Arjona had been cast for Materialists instead of Dakota? The chemistryyyy. And wait WHAT IF—-

Match maker: Yovanna (Triple Frontier)

Rich older guy: Leto Atreides (Dune)

Ex-bf and struggling actor/waiter: younger!Dieter Bravo

Lucy Yovanna broke up with Dieter after a couple of tumultuous years together and is running a match making agency now. Meets Harry Leto, who is filthy rich (also that old money), they immediately have chemistry and he asks her out. Blablablah oh noes they run into John Dieter who is working primarily as a waiter at an event/ restaurant, because his acting work doesn’t pay the bills. He wants her back, OH NOES what is she gonna do with this attention, who is she gonna pick!

She’s not gonna pick

She’s also not gonna do the typical romcom “I’m not gonna date either of them after all for the long term, because I’m focusing on 🎇me🎇”

(And no Leto doesn’t pay Dieter to leave her alone either)

But there’s chemistry between all three of them, so one night they all end up at Leto’s apartment, younger!Dieter is like “fuck it, I’ve got nothing to lose” and makes a move at Leto, who is also like “why choose?” and checks if Yovanna is up for a threesome that night. Which, uh, yeah.

The next morning they decide they like each other, nobody is in any rush to slap labels on things, or be jealous when there is no reason to. Yovanna and Dieter eventually end up spending a lot of time at Leto’s place without needing to make it ‘official’, Leto suggests Dieter quits his day job so he can focus on his acting work - “you practically live here anyway, why work to cover bills for a shitty shared apartment?”. It allows Dieter to thrive, plus it doesn’t hurt that Leto has connections and gets him a killer wardrobe for auditions etc. He lands a role in a big Broadway production and that really gets his career going.

Meanwhile Yovanna’s business goes well and she gets to run it more efficiently, so she too has more time for other pursuits. Through Leto she learns more about business affairs and ends up launching a venture that makes her a lot of money, and —

… and then whatever is next, because monogamy and kids isn’t for everyone, and there’s no ‘moral lesson’ or even any need to be dramatic about ‘a love triangle’ that has to be ‘solved’! Yay!

ps: if anyone wonders why I often throw Oscar characters in the mix with P Boys, the answer tbh is that I don't really follow other actors or their characters that closely 😅 so with stuff like this, my brain just wanders in those two cinematic universes

[disarmd]

↻ pick a fic and a different ship and I’ll tell you how I’d rewrite it

I've been so horny for the tiny Oscar/Mark mention in In Absentia, so: Oscar/Mark for In Anticipation verse?

[fic ask game] oh such an incredible prompt on a topic that i've already thought about sooo much and return to in my mind palace daily.

okay so like at first, every time lando and oscar hang out, lando's just complaining the whole time about horrible daniel and all the disgusting things he does and how much lando hates him. lando's so jealous of oscar being bought by mark instead, because mark is the old man type that they were supposed to be sold to. and mark just like sometimes fucks oscar, sometimes gets him to warm mark's soft cock, frequently lets him out of his cockcage. there's a pond at the back of Mark's estate and Oscar sails little paper boats around it and spends a lot of time by himself. lando's like, that's the dream, you're so lucky.

but where things get better for lando as time goes on and he starts having his own life and power and freedom, oscar's slowly withering. he's left alone too often. the age difference is fucked up for real and maybe oscar like actually comes to see mark as his dad I DONT KNOW THIS IS THE UNHINGED PORN UNIVERSE. the point of all that is that somehow oscar's doing very very poorly. i talked about this a lot with @unpublishableprivateliterature and said:

lando is pacing the perimeter of his cage and pushing at the bars and slowly sliding the walls further and further away until he's got more space and it almost feels like a room

oscar is sitting, frozen, in the exact center, like if he holds still enough it won't matter if it's a cage or a room because he isn't trying to move anyway

and then the wretchedness of lando telling oscar he's lucky

and oscar just blankly sitting there like, yeah, i'm lucky, things could be worse. but meanwhile he's fully losing any sense of self

so, you know. not going great for oscar.

mark is off travelling for several months and sends Oscar over to Daniel's estate to be minded, because he knows generally that oscar isn't thriving even though he isn't actually aware of how bad it actually is.

and then. oscar staying with daniel and lando 😈

[starkwlkr]

What type of closeness would be ma!reader would be towards regarding other fellow New Jersey celebs: Anne Hathaway, Lauryn Hill, Martha Stewart, Queen Latifa, Whitney Houston, Danny DeVito& Meryl Streep?

hi anon!! okay so here’s what i think ma!reader’s relationship would with our fav new jersey besties :)

anne hathaway: so ma!reader and anne met before the filming bc of princess diaries because the director wanted ma!reader to play the principal and anne wanted to meet her but ma!reader was still recovering from giving birth to alex. anyways! she still payed the cast a visit and finally met seventeen year old anne and it was a surreal experience for anne. they were close then and still very close present day!! whenever one of them has a movie coming out, they send each other flowers and a handwritten note. when anne got the role of selina kyle, she immediately called ma!reader and they cried together over it 🥲 and you already know anne and ma!reader were inseparable during the filming of les misérables!!

lauryn hill: okay so lauryn and ma!reader met at the 1999 grammys where ma!reader presented the grammy for to lauryn for album of the year and kept in contact since then. so ma!reader has always wanted to direct a movie and i imagine when she actually gets to do it, she asks lauryn to help with the soundtrack the way trent reznor and atticus ross do their soundtracks. bonus: the soundtrack lauryn makes wins an oscar and ma!reader is cheering LOUDLY when lauryn goes up to get her oscar.

martha stewart: this would be one of those random celebrity friendships ma!reader has and the people love it!! ok so we know martha is bffs with snoop so yes that means ma!reader has met snoop (martha has also said she got highly just by sitting next to snoop dogg and you just know ma!reader also got high (not by smoking) by being next to snoop) they occasionally attend basketball games with their kids and go to dinner after.

queen latifah: guys they were in chicago together OF COURSE THEY’RE STILL CLOSE!!! queen latifah regularly texts ma!reader and asks about the kids because alex was already born when when they filmed chicago and you already know she was there for each of their graduations. and obviously ma!reader was there dancing and singing with colman domingo, rachel zegler, cynthia and ariana when queen latifah sang at the oscars!!

whitney houston: just saying this right now, ma!reader definitely believes kevin costner and whitney houston should have ended up together. ma!reader always praised whitney when she was making her comeback and the media was being mean to her and eventually whitney sent ma!reader some flowers and a handwritten note thanking her for the support (ma!reader still has the note and has it framed on her desk) she also gave a speech at whitney’s funeral.

danny devito: ma!reader bumped into him at a restaurant when hugh and her were having a date night in 2005 and he said to her “i saw you in phantom of the opera, you’re amazing!” and hugh watched ma!reader fangirl over him (i mean it’s danny fucking devito!!) and a couple years later, danny gets in contact with ma!reader and personally asks her if she can do a cameo for it’s always sunny and obviously she says yes (and yes the jackman kids are jealous of her friendship with danny devito)

meryl streep: this is meryl streep we’re talking about, who wouldn’t want to be friends with MERYL STREEP?? anyways, they met on the set of the devil wears prada because ma!reader visited anne. so ma!reader was actually afraid of talking to meryl because it’s meryl?? i would be too!! but eventually they get to talking and our fav jersey girls talk about their favorite spots in jersey and what not 🤭 and yeah ma!reader is in the sketch meryl was in during snl 50

[ofeliaxoxo]

adding onto what you said Charles doesn’t WANT to rate Lando highly as a threat but he literally has to he’s forced to by the carlando of it all and that’s a bitter pill to swallow

// yeah that's what i meant to say oops. he's like so annoyed that it's lando of all people he gets irrationally jealous of. also agree lando is just an rpf gift of a person that keeps on giving. multifaceted guy that can be put in all kinds of situation if you need a little bit of spice.

silly thought i just had: i just love the (unrealistic) idea of charles maybe even stumbling upon old carlando content on tiktok or something and pausing to go... hmm what's this. this bothers me i hate it i cant stop watching. and yeah i would loveeee to take a peek at their algorithms lol. or maybe it's better not to know... but charles used to have very aware twitter likes

Charles being jealous of Lando against his will is my favourite. I have this image of them all at a party and obviously drinking lowers your filters. And Charles is off doing his own thing and at some point he sees Carlos and Lando sitting together on a couch just talking. And he comes over and flops down between them forcing some space in the middle. And he’s smirking just like ha ha I Got Carlos and Lando’s like ugh come on. And Carlos is just fondly exasperated. He wants to be like stop bullying Lando but he’s too endeared with the evidence of Charles wanting him all to himself.

Lmao I’d love to know their algorithms but I fear it would be extremely Man stuff we’d all be faced too straightforwardly with the reality of these people it would make the rpf so much harder to do. I will have fun with their public personas because I do NOT want to think about what they privately like and believe😭

I DO think each and every one of them is heavily aware of a lot of what goes on fandom wise. Charles has shown multiple instances of trying to refute online fandom narratives [side note it is fascinating to me because I think he is out of all of them the one that actively tries to dispute fandom things the most. Literally multiple times on main has tried to argue with the charlos hatred/pr allegations. He either is bothered on a personal level or he can’t stand being seen as a guy who would hate Carlos. Deeply juicy to me] and I can think of 2 recent instances where Carlos has done so as well. Also being aware of memes, sure Carlos himself said on some podcast that if any driver says he doesn’t look at what’s posted about him he’s lying. Plus I know for sure in my soul that younger more online ones like Lando and oscar definitely know about rpf. So do max and his friends because of the lestappen joke. Theyre clearly very in tune. I think we can safely assume that if it’s posted on twitter or insta they have a solid chance of knowing about it. Thank Christ no one normal goes on tumblr or they’d see all this too