#formula 1 shifting

[soob1nn]

LOVE INTEREST - FORMULA 1 DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

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Ah, the person who holds my heart's key – my love interest. They're the protagonist of the captivating story that is my life. Every time our eyes meet, it's as if the pages of a romantic novel come to life, painting my world with vivid emotions, suspense, and a hint of enchantment. Waiting for their messages is like unwrapping a sweet surprise, and their mere presence infuses my world with the comforting warmth of affection. They're the composer of the symphony that makes my heart dance to the joyful rhythm of love.

CARLOS SAINZ

Let me take a moment to tell you about Carlos – he's not just any F1 driver; he's the shining star on the Ferrari F1 team. What's even more thrilling is that he's not just a racing legend; he's my remarkable boyfriend. When you see him in that iconic red Ferrari car, his serious and determined look might make him seem all business, but once that helmet is off, you discover a completely different side of him.

Behind the wheel, he's a force to be reckoned with, but off the track, he's the most endearing dork you'll ever meet. It's those moments where he lets his guard down and showcases his playful, charming side that truly make my heart do backflips. His love language is a beautiful combination of physical touch and words of affection, and when he expresses his feelings, it's like a sweet serenade that sweeps me off my feet.

And let's not forget how his Spanish just adds another layer of intrigue. The way he speaks the language is not only incredibly alluring but also intensely passionate, like poetry in motion. It's impossible not to be drawn in by the magnetism of his words.

Now, when he's not conquering the racetrack or stealing hearts with his language, he's cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Trust me when I say his morning pancakes are nothing short of magic, and his hamburgers? Well, they're legendary in their own right.

But what truly sets Carlos apart is his deep admiration for his dad. He looks up to him, striving to make him proud in everything he does. That kind of determination and love for family is something I find not only admirable but also incredibly endearing.

Carlos Sainz, the F1 superstar, the dorky charmer, the culinary genius, and the family-oriented heartthrob – he's the complete package, and he's got my heart revving at full throttle.

[marigoldsandbluebonnets]

Thinking of scripting in a Nico hulkenberg win into the 2025 season in my dr. Think it would change lives

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the perpetual line of spit between a person's lips can sometimes be so personal

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behind the scenes

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: During a Quadrant promotional shoot, the team’s routine day is shaken up when Amelie makes an unexpected entrance, leaving everyone starstruck.

Wordcount: 3.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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January 12th, 2024 - London, United Kingdom

Lando adjusted his Quadrant hoodie as the cameras began rolling. The bright lights of the studio set bounced off the polished floor, giving everything a clean, modern look. Will was already in his element, cracking jokes as the crew set up their equipment. Becky and Zac were off to the side, discussing ideas for the promo, while Max stood next to Lando, fiddling with his phone.

Today’s shoot was an exciting one—Quadrant was introducing their new athlete lineup, and the energy in the room was infectious. Lando loved these moments, surrounded by friends and creative chaos. Still, there was a small part of him distracted, knowing Amelie might drop by. She was in London too, wrapping up a meeting for an upcoming project, and they’d talked about catching up later. What he didn’t expect was for her to walk into the studio mid-shoot.

The first half of filming went smoothly, with Will leading the intros and the crew getting plenty of footage of everyone joking around. As the team reset for a new segment, the door to the set swung open.

The door to the set swung open, and Amelie stepped in, wearing a casual yet effortlessly chic outfit—a black cropped sweater paired with high-waisted jeans and white sneakers. Her hair was loosely styled, framing her face with a natural elegance that immediately drew every eye in the room.

Lando froze for a split second, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected her to show up so early, and the reaction from the room was instant.

—Holy shit. Is that Amelie Dayman?—Will blurted out, eyes wide as saucers.

—No way. No fucking way,—Becky gasped, practically dropping her coffee.

Zac’s mouth hung open, and one of the crew members literally fumbled with a piece of equipment, causing it to clatter loudly to the ground.

—Guys, chill,—Lando hissed under his breath, glancing at Max, who was already grinning knowingly.

—Mate, you chill. That's Amelie bloody Dayman,—Will shot back in a stage whisper, gesturing wildly in her direction.

Amelie, completely oblivious to the mini-meltdown she’d just triggered, flashed a bright smile and waved. —Hi! Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to see how things were going.—

—You’re not interrupting,—Max said smoothly, stepping forward to give her a quick hug. —Good to see you again, Ames.—

—Good to see you too, Max,—she replied warmly before her eyes found Lando. The soft smile that spread across her face made his stomach flip.

Lando crossed the room in a few strides, his embarrassment melting away as he saw her. —Hey, you,—he greeted, pulling her into a hug. —Didn’t think you’d make it so soon.—

—I finished early,—she murmured, leaning into him briefly before stepping back. —Thought I’d surprise you.—

—Well, you definitely succeeded,—he said, throwing a pointed look at his friends, who were still staring as if they’d seen a ghost.

Will finally snapped out of it, though his voice remained incredulous. —So, uh, you two know each other?—

Amelie raised an eyebrow, glancing between them and Lando. —Of course. We’ve been friends for years. Didn’t Lando tell you?—

Lando rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing slightly. —Yeah, uh, friends. Totally. Just... friends.—

Max coughed pointedly, earning a sharp glare from Lando.

Becky, clearly not buying it, folded her arms. —Right. And does “just friends” always look this cozy?—

Amelie tilted her head, confused for a moment, before realizing how close she and Lando were standing. She laughed, a melodic sound that only seemed to make everyone in the room more captivated. —Okay, maybe we’re a little more than friends.—

Will’s jaw dropped. —A little? Mate, are you kidding me?—

—Alright, alright! Yes, we’re dating,—Lando admitted, throwing his hands up. —Happy now?—

The room erupted into chaos.

—This is amazing.— —You lucky bastard!— —Oh my God, I knew it!—

Amelie’s eyes widened as she looked around, a mix of amusement and mild panic. —Wow, okay. You all are very... enthusiastic.—

—Sorry,—Becky said, not looking sorry at all. —It’s just, like, you’re you, and he’s him. This is massive.—

Amelie glanced up at Lando, her expression softening. —I don’t know about massive, but he’s pretty great.—

Lando rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. —Alright, enough. Can we focus on the video now?—

—Not a chance,—Will declared. —This is the biggest Quadrant scoop of the year.—

—Seconded,—Zac added, pulling out his phone. —This is going straight to the group chat.—

Lando groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Amelie just laughed, patting his arm. —You’ll survive, Lan.—

Max leaned over to Lando, smirking. —Told you it’d come out eventually.—

—Shut up, Max,—Lando muttered, though his tone was more resigned than annoyed.

As the crew gradually settled down, Amelie found a seat off to the side, watching with a bemused smile as filming resumed. Lando kept stealing glances at her between takes, his heart feeling lighter than it had all day.

Every so often, their eyes would meet, and Amelie would flash him a small, private smile that made him forget anyone else was in the room.

When the shoot finally wrapped, Becky sidled up to Amelie. —So... any tips for dealing with this one?—

Amelie grinned. —Patience. Lots of patience.—

—Oi!—Lando protested, but he was grinning too.

As the crew began packing up, Will clapped Lando on the shoulder. —Mate, you better hold onto her. She’s way out of your league.—

—Tell me something I don’t know,—Lando replied, his gaze drifting back to Amelie, who was now chatting animatedly with Max.

The chaos of the day finally started to simmer as the crew packed up the set. The Quadrant promo had turned into a different kind of highlight reel, with Amelie’s surprise visit stealing the show. Lando was still reeling from the revelation. While it wasn’t how he’d planned for their relationship to be revealed to his friends, he couldn’t deny the small thrill of everyone knowing.

He watched from the side as Amelie chatted with Max, her laughter carrying easily through the room. She looked perfectly at ease, despite the initial fan-like reactions from everyone else. If anything, she seemed to enjoy the attention, her natural charm disarming even the most awestruck members of the crew.

Will sidled up next to Lando, sipping a coffee that he definitely hadn’t had during filming. —You’re a sly bastard, you know that? How’d you even pull that off?—

Lando sighed, knowing there was no getting out of this conversation. —It’s not like I planned it. It just... happened.—

Will raised an eyebrow. —“It just happened”? Mate, you’re dating Amelie Dayman. That doesn’t just happen.—

Lando rubbed the back of his neck, trying to suppress a grin. —We’ve known each other for years, alright? It’s not some wild celebrity thing.—

—Still, though.— Will shook his head in disbelief. —You’ve got some serious game, mate. Respect.—

—Alright, enough of that,—Lando muttered, though his cheeks flushed. —Can you all just not make a big deal about it?—

Will smirked. —Oh, it’s already a big deal. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us... for now.—

Lando shot him a warning look. —I mean it, Will.—

—Yeah, yeah.— Will waved him off before strolling away, no doubt to find Becky and gossip further.

As the last of the equipment was packed and people started trickling out, Lando made his way over to Amelie. She was now leaning against a table, scrolling through her phone, her expression relaxed. The sight of her, so effortlessly part of his world, made his chest ache in the best way.

—Hey, you,—he said softly, slipping an arm around her waist.

Amelie looked up, her smile lighting up her face. —Hey, yourself. Done being the star of the show?—

—Hardly. You stole that title the second you walked in.—

She laughed, resting a hand on his chest. —I didn’t mean to cause such a scene.—

—You didn’t. They just... weren’t ready for you.— Lando’s fingers traced absent patterns on her waist. —Honestly, I wasn’t either.—

Amelie tilted her head, her smile turning teasing. —Should I have texted first? Given you time to prepare?—

—Maybe.— He leaned down, their foreheads almost touching. —But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see their faces when you walked in. Totally worth it.—

She hummed, her fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. —So... does this mean your friends approve?—

—They’re obsessed with you. Not that I’m surprised.—

Amelie’s eyes softened. —Well, for the record, I think your friends are great. A little loud, but great.—

Lando chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. —You handled them like a pro.—

—Years of red carpets and press tours. This was easy,— she teased, leaning into his touch.

Lando couldn’t help but laugh at her response. He’d always admired her poise, how effortlessly she navigated situations like this. —Well, I’m glad you came. It’s... nice having you here. Makes this whole thing feel a lot more real.—

She smiled at him, her eyes soft. —It’s real, Lando. Just, you know, not how we expected it to be.—

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead briefly before pulling back, his hand still resting on her waist. —Yeah. But I’m kind of glad it’s happening this way. Feels... natural, I guess.—

Amelie looked up at him, her fingers tracing the edge of his hoodie again. —Yeah, it does. You’ve got your friends, I’ve got mine, and now we get to be a part of each other’s worlds in a way we never really got to before.—

Lando’s heart skipped. That was the thing with Amelie—they’d always been there for each other, even in the years when they didn’t quite work. But now? It felt different. It felt... right.

—So, I’ll see you at mine tonight?— he asked, a little hopeful. He hadn’t planned to get serious with her so soon, but the way she looked at him made him feel like they were already past the point of casual.

—Of course, Lan,—she replied, her voice a mix of amusement and warmth. —I wouldn’t miss it for the world.—

Max, who had been watching from a distance, cleared his throat dramatically, crossing his arms. —Alright, lovebirds, enough with the PDA. You’ve had your moment. Can we wrap this up so I can go home?—

Lando shot him an exasperated look. —Oh, shut up, Max. It’s not like you haven’t seen us act like this a hundred times already.—

Max held his hands up in mock surrender, still grinning. —Alright, alright. Just, like, keep it down, yeah? Some of us still have a bit of dignity left.—

Lando couldn’t help but chuckle, his arm still around Amelie as he pulled her a little closer. The warmth of her presence was enough to make him forget all the chaos that had just unfolded. The crew was starting to wrap up, packing up equipment and heading out, but for a moment, everything felt still.

Amelie looked up at Lando with that familiar mischievous gleam in her eye. —So, how about we ditch all this and go grab something to eat? I’m starving.—

Lando raised an eyebrow. —You’re really trying to get me out of here, huh?—

—You bet I am,—she said with a playful smile, tugging on his arm. —Come on, let’s go. I’ve been on my best behavior all day, now I deserve some downtime.—

Max snorted from behind them. —Right, because you’re always so “well-behaved,”—he said, sarcasm thick in his voice.

Amelie shot him a wink over her shoulder. —Hey, Max, you don’t know the half of it.—

Lando squeezed her waist affectionately, making sure to keep his voice light. —Come on, before he starts talking about us again.—

Max raised both hands, his grin unrelenting. —Alright, alright. Go on. Just don’t forget that I’m the one who knows all your dirty secrets, Lando.—

Lando rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the smile on his face. —Thanks for the reminder, mate.—

As they made their way out of the studio, Lando kept his arm around Amelie’s shoulders, feeling a sense of peace he hadn’t expected. This was real. They were real. And for the first time in a while, he was looking forward to what came next.

The evening stretched ahead of them, full of quiet moments and inside jokes, and Lando found himself feeling more content than he had in months. They weren’t ready to go public yet, after all, there was still a bit of navigating to do, but being together, in their little bubble, felt like the most natural thing in the world.

—You know, I can’t believe you didn’t tell anyone sooner,— Amelie said softly, her voice steady and thoughtful.

Lando paused, glancing down at her. —I wasn’t sure if we were ready for that kind of attention yet. It’s... easier this way. But, yeah. I guess I should’ve told them. I just wanted it to be... normal, you know?—

Amelie smiled up at him, her fingers still interlaced with his. —I get it. I think I just needed a little more time to figure out how to do this with you.—

Lando nodded, his thumb gently tracing her hand. —We’ll figure it out together, alright?—

She leaned her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with a soft smile. —Yeah. Together.—

Max’s voice came from behind them, loud and exaggerated as always. —Are you two seriously going to stand there, or are we going to grab some food? I’m fucking starving!—

They both turned, sharing an amused glance before laughing.

—Coming, Max,—Lando called out, pulling Amelie toward the car with a smile. —Let’s go before he starts ordering for us.—

As they climbed into the car, the comfortable silence settled in, punctuated only by Max’s animated chatter in the backseat. For Lando and Amelie, it was just another step in their journey—a journey that had started years ago and, now, was something neither of them could have ever predicted.

But in that moment, it didn’t matter. They were together. And that was enough.

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𝓥͟𝗜͟𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗔’𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦.

fame dr. 70’s band dr. podcast dr. the walking dead dr. formula 1 dr. hogwarts dr. nepo baby dr. outerbanks dr. challengers dr. stranger things dr. x-men dr. diary of a wimpy kid dr. male band dr. farmer’s daughter dr.

00’s highschool dr. rapper dr. summer camp dr. streamer dr. hippie dr. better cr. influencer dr. 90’s model dr. mcu dr. jurassic world dr. stardew valley dr. the hobbit dr.

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Holy Shit...

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ANASTASIA S. JONES... born nov 9, 1999. car number 9 since 2012. driver for mercedes-amg petronas. racing under the australian flag.

winner of toyota racing, f4, formula renault, and f2 championships; multiple race winner in the world rally championship. the indomitable defeater of archaic motorsport records. the fia's worst nightmare in the form of a girl with pink hair. tame impala disciple above all else.

in 2021… my first season in formula 1 with williams racing. after spending my junior career in the red bull driver academy, it was a shock for me to move to the mercedes-aligned williams team. consistent in qualifying, and an expert at translating saturday blazes into points scoring for the team, i easily won rookie of the year. 

in 2022… i was lured back to red bull with false hopes and pretty lies of promotion. “it's only temporary” they said as they led me into the alpha tauri garage. i should have listened to mark. i lasted 6 months before i saught toto out myself with a proposition. chr*stian h*rner had done my head in. despite all the shit i got in the media from h*rner himself, i outperformed the car all season, as well as my teammate yuki (shoutout fellow red bull soldier 🧡).

in the 2022 off season… i devoted my attention to surfing, and did pretty well! (i won an event in the WSL tour as a wildcard entry). it was a better use of my time than worrying over red bull.

in 2023… i came third in the world championship, outperforming lewis. it was literally a miracle. after working that hard to be in a car capable of championships, fat chance i was going to slack off. 

and coming soon in 2024… the first australian driver to win the australian grand prix. my first win at my home race. Literal tears. Unstoppable tears. Stay tuned!

close friends include oscar piastri, romeo carter, victoria darling, lewis hamilton, kaito saeki, samuel goode, & sirius black. 

major opps being lando norris and charles leclerc. no elaboration. i will fight to the death.

and my love interest? take a massive fucking guess! like seriously i bet you won't be able to guess who it is. surprise! cough. regulus black.

dr soundtrack: busy earnin' by jungle, sympathy is a knife by charli xcx, andrea by bad bunny&buscabulla, another night by clara la san, and alter ego by tame impala.

here's my playlist if you're curious! 

ok i think that's it. bye!

[theshiftingdiariesofficial]

Waiting for that storytime babes <3

Ofc babes!

So I’m just going to go yap about my first shift, but if any of y’all want some more shifting stories, I got you 😘

So, I’d been trying to shift about like 2 months at that point. I used so many methods, like it was insane, because I wanted to get there one way or the other. I’d get symptoms like tingling, numbness, but then nothing. I’d wake up in my CR feeling like a failure and obsessively read shifting stories to convince myself it’s real. But that one night? It just clicked.

That night was literally like one of the worst nights I had had in a while. I was exhausted, I had cried earlier (not shift related, just about my job and finals stress) and after I cried it felt like something cracked in me and I had to get to my DR like right now. I stopped caring about controlling my shift, and just whispered affirmations like “I am already in Monaco” and stuff like that while lying down. No music, no subliminals.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have idk, cause the next minute I opened my eyes I knew something was off. First of all, I wasn’t in my bedroom, I was lying on a white leather couch in a super sleek room with a Red Bull logo on the wall and a TV playing race footage. I could smell engine oil (low-key disgusting) mixed with like really strong espresso. I was wearing the custom team gear I scripted- black fitted top with tiny red and blue detailing, my name embroidered on it. There was tons more but this is like the main stuff I first noticed. I like slowly sat up, just taking in the sight when Max Verstappen walked in. And oh my freaking God, I forgot to breathe. He looked at me like he’d known me forever, gave me a slightly weird look like why is this girl acting like she’d never seen me before, and said “you ready to do your job, Dej (his nickname for me) or are you gonna nap all day?”

Oh and before I continue, i just want to tell you guys what my job was. So basically I scripted myself as part of the Red Bull comms/ media team. Like a mix of PR and digital strategist, since I wanted something to dip my foot in before I actually became a driver (I now don’t go to this DR as much as I used to since I have a formula one racing DR as a driver). Basically all I did was travel with the team, write press releases, hang out in the garage, meet other teams, go to post race parties, and flirt with some drivers…

I stayed for about 2 weeks, and I didn’t do any time ratios. I was there during practice, quali’s, and the races. Max even tried to teach me how to drive a race car during one of our off days, and honestly I’m surprised I didn’t do that bad (if we take out the part where I bumped into the racing track wall. I still haven’t gotten over that) And the after parties? ELITE. It was on a yacht, and I remember picking out this sparkly black slinky dress with a little slit up my thigh. Me and Lando talked, and he handed me a drink… someone took a photo of me and Max laughing about something, I can’t even remember what it was.

When I came back, I came back on my own terms. I was scared of shifting back during my sleep, so I didn’t sleep for like 2 days before I knocked out from exhaustion, but it was fine! I decided to shift back because I wanted to tell my sister all about it, and also I was low-key missing my home. So I said my code word, and went back to normal. I literally wrote everything about this experience down in a notebook, so I wouldn’t ever forget. Definitely the best moment I’ve experienced in my life, because I knew it was real. And if anyone says it was a dream, I don’t care. It was too real, too vivid, too emotional. I literally used to go to my messages to message Lewis about some drama (he loves gossip me and him used to literally yap about all the tea we’d picked up) but then realise I was in my CR. So I was eager to get back Asap, which I did a week later.

So yeah, that’s my first shifting story. If you needed a sign to keep trying, this is it. Trust me, this is real, all of it. So go out there and shift babes <3

Xoxo,

The version of you who made it 😘

[rrezshifts]

MY CAMERA ROLL consists of candids or my girlfriend and boyfriend, photo shoots of them for their accounts too. Photos of me and them when we’re together. Photos of them when they’re being cute. As well as the rare photo of myself . . . I guess.

If you ever find me taking photos, the camera is trained on them. If it’s not of them, they told me to take it. I’ll also have photos I saved that they sent over text. Like when we’re away from each other and they ask for opinions on what to post. But mostly I’m one of the few who help supply their feed with content, because I love my partners.

THIS IS PART OF / JTS CIRCUS EVENT

idea from @laylasverse’s post

© rrezshifts last updated. 06/10/2025

[fairylando]

[soob1nn]

MERCEDES INSTAGRAM - FORMULA 1 DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

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Mercedes AMG PETRONAS F1 Team's Instagram account has become a cherished hub for fans, offering a visual spectacle of high-speed moments, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and the sleek elegance of Formula 1. It's a must-follow destination where passion for racing meets the artistry of captivating images, making each post a checkered flag for followers' enthusiasm.

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Azerbaijan GP track preview

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I just know Christian Horner is crashing out HARD today.