#singer lance

[autisticlancemcclain]

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Lance can barely see through his tears. His chest keeps heaving with great wheezing sobs, desperately trying to force air in his lungs that refuse to cooperate. He gives up on standing when he stumbles for the fourth time, hitting the wall with a crash and slowly sliding down to the floor. He can’t think over the sound of his own pain, the roaring ache in his heart having finally escaped the corner Lance has been shoving it in and spreading down his limbs, pouring down his face. He doesn’t even know if all the wet on his face is from tears, or if his skin has ripped away and he’s bleeding to death. He hurts bad enough that he feels he might be.

The team. The team. They can’t see. You gotta make it out of the hallway. Behind a closed door. You can do it, okay? Closed door. 

The potential humiliation of the team watching him fall to pieces on the castle floor triggers the last of his energy, and he forces himself forward, crawling towards the first door he sees. He can barely make himself stand, clawing his way up the doorframe and standing on shaking legs to slap his hand on the lockpad. His body feels like it’s shutting down, like any strength left in him had left the second he walked on that stage. He staggers over to the bed, collapsing into it as the doors slide shut behind him. 

When the scent of the bedsheets finally hits him, a pain rips up his spine that’s so sharp it feels like it’s tearing his cells to shreds: pine and sandalwood. 

In his blind retreat, he has stumbled his way to Keith’s room. 

He clutches the pillow to his chest, squeezing so tightly his fingers shake. He tries desperately to breathe properly, in and out, but it feels as if he’s forgotten how to exhale. The breaths keep coming in, short and static, faster and faster, but his lungs refuse to let go, refuse to exhale the relief. With every blink, his eyes burn so badly he feels as if he’s doused them in acid, so he squeezes them shut, but that only makes the burning last longer. He can’t bring himself to open them. 

In the back of his mind, he registers the whoosh of a door sliding open, then hurried footsteps of a heeled boot. Then hands on his shoulders, as gentle as they are frantic. It’s hard to focus on them, hard to notice the presence of a new person in the room, when he is so sure that he is going to explode, or collapse, or die. He feels like his body is tearing itself apart. 

“Lance, you need to calm down. I know you are hurting, dear, but you are going to make yourself sick or worse. You’re okay. Deep breath, asteraki. You can do it. In and out.”

“I can’t,” Lance sobs, and the realisation that he’s telling the truth only makes his panic worse. He’s going to die. He is. His lungs are going to collapse, his heart is going to give out. He can feel it. “I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t I can’t I can’t –”

“You can,” Coran says firmly, “and you must. You are hyperventilating. Take a moment to feel the room around you, hm? The pillow in your hands, the blankets under your knees.”

But the reminder of the room he’s in only serves to make him cry harder. All he can think about is every time he and Keith fell asleep in his room after staying up for hours planning their next missions, walking up after nightmares, talking each other through them. He feels Coran’s gloved hands on his shoulders and imagines them hot enough to feel the sear of them through his clothes – because Keith always ran hot, always rolled his eyes and clutched Lance’s freezing fingers between his hands to warm them up with a fond tease, always threatened to throw his nasty sweaty shirt at Lance’s head after training, always burned as hot and passionate as the heart inside him – and the pain of knowing he won’t ever feel those hands again rips through him. 

“He’s gone. He’s gone and I’m never going to see him again and he’s dead he’s dead he’s dead –”

The last thing he hears, besides his own voice getting more and more hysterical as he chants the words he knows must be true, is Coran’s gentle “I’m sorry, dear,” before there’s a prick in his neck and everything goes black. 

—

It takes him a few tries to open his eyes when he comes to, because it hurts. But eventually the pain is no longer a shock, and he manages. 

“‘D’you sedate me?” he mumbles, and yikes, it sounds like his voice has been dragged over hot coals for eight hours. 

“Yes,” Coran says, never ceasing his gentle motions through Lance’s hair. “You were hysteric and struggling to breathe. You were out for about two hours.”

Lance sniffles. “Oh.” He leans farther into Coran’s hold, noting that his face doesn’t feel as sticky with tears and snot and his shoes have been taken off. Coran must have done it. “Thank you.”

“Of course, my dear.”

The tears bubble up again, surprising Lance a little. He wasn’t sure he had any left in him, but obviously he does. They scorch his already dry eyes, burning a hot trail down the raw skin of his cheeks. He still feels the ache in his chest, but it’s no longer all-consuming, no longer a panic that clouds his thinking. 

“That was harder than I thought,” Lance whispers, barely audible. “I wasn’t – when I wrote the song, it was painful, but it was relieving. It hurt and it took me a lot of tries because my voice kept shaking. But the stage – God, it was so much worse. It felt like I was flaying myself alive for a live audience.”

Coran’s grip tightens. “You were.”

Lance can hear the tightness in his voice, and when he looks up to see his face it confirms it: Coran is not happy about Lance’s performance. 

“You think it was a mistake?”

“It does not matter what I think,” Coran says gently, the anger fading from his features when he notices Lance’s eyes on him. He carefully turns Lance’s head back, facing forward, so he can settle again. “You saved us. I am endlessly proud of you, and the strength you hold in your spirit. I only wish that it did not cost you so much. I wish that people did not have such evilness in your hearts, and that you – the whole team – did not have to sacrifice so much on top of the sacrifice you are already making to prove your worth to the people you are trying to help.”

“We had to. For the good of the universe.”

The words are bitter in Lance’s mouth. The good of the universe. 

It was for the good of the universe that Keith left for the Blades. And it was for the good of the universe that he went on that mission, all those weeks ago, and his calls suddenly stopped. For the good of the universe, Keith is missing in action. For the good of the universe, he is very likely dead, lost to the emptiness of space. 

How much more will Lance be expected to sacrifice for the good of the universe? 

Coran pauses for a moment, his hand stilling on Lance’s head. It takes him several minutes to move again, and Lance can hear his heart start to beat faster from his place over his chest. 

“I have never felt love the way you do for Keith,” he says quietly. “I am not young. I have seen many decapheobes, met many fascinating and lovely people, but that kind of love has always eluded me. I do not mourn it. I am happy the way I am. This means that I have never felt the grief or pain you are feeling, not exactly.” He sighs, deep and long and heavy. “But long before the fall of Altea…I had a son.”

Lance’s eyes widen. It makes sense, given Coran’s paternal nature, but it’s still a shock. 

“Really?”

“Yes. He was my everything. I spoiled him rotten, that child.” His lips quirk up at the memory. “I took him with me everywhere. I was lucky Alfor was so fond of us both, and allowed it. He was the sun in my sky, the hope in my heart.” The light fades from his eyes, and he closes them, leaning back with a sigh. Lance follows. 

“What happened?”

“It was no one’s fault, the accident.” Coran swallows roughly. Lance keeps silent, offering only his own hand, which Coran takes gratefully. “But you know as well as I do that the pods do not fix everything.”

The scar on Lance’s back stings slightly, as it always does when Lance is reminded it’s there. He does know.

“They certainly do not fix dead on impact.”

Lance winces. That...God. The pain of that loss. 

“I’m sorry, Coran.”

“As am I.”

The silk of Coran’s glove is cool in Lance’s hands, and catches on the callouses on his fingertips and palms every time he fidgets. He wonders if this is the same pair of gloves that once held the hand of a small child as Coran walked this very castle. He wonders how Coran handles the pain of walking the same halls he once walked with his son. Does his ghost not haunt him? Do entire rooms not serve as aching reminders of his laughter?

“It was a choice,” Coran says quietly, “to keep going. To rise from my bed each morning. To eat and drink and smile and breathe. To live. It would have been so much easier to fade away.”

Lance squeezes his eyes shut, tears dripping salty onto his lips. “How did you make it?”

“I could not. I could not make the choice to live. I did not want to. All I wished to do was fade to pieces.”

Fade to pieces. Lance understands the sentiment. Sometimes, when he’s sure Shiro is asleep, he sneaks into Black’s hangar, and she lets him climb into her cockpit and onto the pilot’s chair. It doesn’t smell like Keith, not anymore. But there’s a trace of him, there; lingering. For the first few weeks that Keith was gone, Lance would cry silently, curled up in the chair and aching for the distance between them. Aching from the changes. Those first few weeks were hard, and he struggled to adjust for a gaping hole where Keith used to be a constant, placated only by the tinny sound of his voice over the speakers of their comms. Those first few weeks, he would let the tears he swallowed in the day drip onto the leather of Black chair, and feel the distant tendrils of Black’s affection in his mind. 

For the last few weeks, as Lance’s sobs have filled her cockpit to the point of suffocation, she has only cried with him. That is how Lance knows he is mourning. That is why Lance’s heart has shattered beyond repair. Keith has gone somewhere even Black can’t reach – and the gravity of that grief drags Lance to the deepest pits of despair. 

How is he supposed to choose to live when he feels like his life has been wrenched from him?

“I could not make the choice to live,” Coran repeats gently. “But I could choose to take my next breath. I could choose to take my next step.” He squeezes Lance’s shoulders. “I could not look too far ahead. The future was bleak, to me. But I could breathe, and every breath got easier. I could walk, and every step was lighter. And above all, child, I had to make the choice to do the next right thing. That was all.”

“I don’t want to do the next right thing,” Lance says, and he chokes around the words. “I don’t know what the next right thing is. I did the right thing when I let Keith go. And it was the worst choice I ever made. What if the next right choice I make takes away the rest of the people I love? How much do I have to sacrifice until the universe is satisfied with me?” 

Coran looks pained. He tries to smile anyway, and Lance appreciates the effort. 

“I know you have already done so much, my dear. I know. And the universe is so lucky to have someone like you protecting it, someone who is good and kind and sacrificial. I know it is hard to make the right choices when you are angry, and righteously so.”

Lance is angry. He tries to ignore it, tries to choke it down, but sometimes it bubbles out of him, hot and mean and acidic. Sometimes he wants to tell every dignitary where they can stuff it, show every pompous monarch the list of things he has lost trying to keep them safe. He left his family – his mother and sisters and brothers and nieces and nephew and aunts and uncles and friends and cousins – and his home behind. He doesn’t know when he’ll see them again. He left so much of his soul behind, and continues to chip away at it, every time he takes a life. And now he’s lost his Keith. What’s next? Who will be the next person that Lance is not allowed to keep? Why are so many people insistent on making everything harder for him, making him face his pain with a smile? When will he be allowed to suffer, plain and simple, without the crushing weight of responsibility on his back?

“Then what do I do?” His words are desperate, his eyes pleading as they bore into Coran’s. “How do I choose the next right thing when I don’t even know what the right thing is?”

“You know what the wrong thing is,” Coran says simply. “Given the choice, you know what you do to make things worse, yes?”

“...Yes.”

“Then you must keep that in mind. You are shroud in darkness, child. Of course you are. Pain is as dark as grief is heavy.”

“And the best way to fight the dark is to find the light,” Lance whispers. 

Coran hums. “Yes. If you choose to do the next right thing, no matter how small that thing is, it will get easier to move forward. The pain will never leave, but you will grow around it. It will become comforting, even. A reminder of what you have lost, so that you do not forget that you loved.”

Lance shudders around his next breath. The next right thing. What’s the next right thing

Well, maybe washing his face, for starters. Drinking some water. 

“Okay,” he says hoarsely. Coran smiles at him, squeezing him tightly, for the enth time. Lance smiles back, as weak as it is. 

“I’ll make the choice.”

[mothmanavenue]

you were the one that i loved you were the one that i loved! don’t need another metaphor it’s simple enough!

[purple-man-with-anger-issues]

JUST TELL ME HE’S NOT THE PRETTIEST BOY 🔪

[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

It's wild how Legends of Tomorrow never had a full musical episode, with how incredibly talented the cast is and how much they clearly LOVE having the cast show off their musical talents.

[leenfiend]

If i was a stronger person i would draw a sing-a-long comic of keith doing a rendition of i wont say im in love from Hercules but im not so i never will but u can think about it

[bahoreal]

absolutely fucked up over two of my faves from literal worlds apart wearing basically the same shirt

[adventuretolkienlover]

JAMES MONROE IGLEHART (For all your daily Lance Strongbow needs!)

Lance! Just like I promised! This guy doesn't have a lot of songs. But he makes up with it in quality! SERIOUSLY! He sings so good! I will be eagerly awaiting him releasing more music because Dang It he's great! Boy do I have some good stuff for you guys!😁

MUST LISTEN!!! Skip the commentary and head right to singing by skipping to the 2:54 mark and hear James sing both Grim Grinning Ghosts and THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN!!!! These are so FLIPPING GOOD!!! Like, I think this may be the best thing on this list!!!! (Honestly, I'd be so excited if someone animated these two. Like, wow!)

This one is amazing! Robin Williams would be so proud!!! Seven minutes of glorious fun Disney singing!!! It's The Best! (This one feels very Lance too!)

Gotta love buddy songs! This one feels like it could work for maybe Varian and Lance. Like in a Aladdin AU? It would be great!

Arabian Nights! This one is almost as popular as Friend Like Me and James certainly does it justice in this great version!

Under the Sea! And it's a nice clear recording too! Studio quality! I really didn't expect this one, but here it is! Enjoy!

Another one I didn't expect! When You Wish Upon A Star! This one isn't perfect quality, but much better then most!

Those familiar with Rankin Bass Christmas Songs will know this song! Mr. Heat Miser And Mr. Snow Miser Duet!

Tale as Old as Time! (We're seeing a theme here, huh? Lotta Disney!😂) This one is definitely not studio quality, but still fairly good and clear enough to hear correctly!

A short acapella version of Amazing Grace!😁

This song is beautiful! Bittersweet though. And definitely not studio quality. But it's just so good either way!

And there we go! The best of James Monroe Iglehart! How y'all like that!

[fayt30l0v3]

Lance McClain as a lead singer for a band, lance McClain as Vic Fuentes, lance McClain in an emo band, lance and Keith are in emo band, lance McClain gets too caught up in the music and makes out with his bassist, Keith kogane is a bassist, Keith kogane is thinking about it too much and lance McClain is trying not to make it awkward, the vld band au has been born.

[anxiously-awaiting]

maybe....... i can have a fun nonsense au as a treat

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Tumblr you are SLEEPING on this band!

A bye bye bye parody from the Stacy's dad guys (Sub-Radio) - bi bi bi

And even Lance Bass approves!

And before people start dragging them for queerbaiting or whatever - the singer is actually bi.

[thebestestwinner]

Top two vote-getters will move on to the next round. See pinned post for all groups!

[autisticlancemcclain]

you know what i’m doing to do to get my autism working for me. i’m going to instigate a Schedule. i am going to post updates to existing fics every wednesday and call them Wip Wednesdays. just to get my ass in gear. and every tuesday i am going to do a poll to see which wip y’all want updated. send me asks/dms/comments rn with the wips you want updated so i get a good pool of options

[pucksandpower]

Meet Me at the Met

Lewis Hamilton x up-and-coming singer!Reader

Summary: in which you go head over heels (quite literally) during the most important event of the year and end up right at the feet of none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton himself

Warnings: minor injury

The roar of the crowd hits you like a tidal wave as you step onto the iconic themed carpet of the Met Gala. Flashing bulbs from countless cameras nearly blind you as you blink rapidly, trying to adjust. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it thrumming in your throat.

“Over here, honey!” A photographer calls out, gesturing for you to turn towards him. You pivot gracefully, the layers of shimmering tulle from your Maison Margiela gown swirling around you.

“Work it! Look this way, sweetheart!” Another shouts, snapping shot after shot.

You take a steadying breath, channeling every ounce of confidence you can muster. This is your first Met Gala, the biggest night of your fledgling music career so far. One misstep could be disastrous.

Your publicist Samantha appears at your side, perfectly put together as always in a sleek sheath dress. “You’re doing great,” she murmurs with an encouraging smile. “Just keep smiling and be yourself.”

Nodding, you continue gliding down the iconic path, pausing at the designated spots to pose for the ravenous paparazzi. An elegant string of Bulgari emeralds adorns your neck, glittering mesmerizingly under the bright lights.

“Miss! To your left please!”

You turn obediently, the intricate beadwork on your deep blue-green gown catching the flashes. Despite the oppressive late spring humidity, you refuse to let a single drop of sweat show. This night is too important.

After what feels like an eternity, a security guard appears to usher you up the final flight of stairs and into the main event. With a brilliant smile plastered on your face, you make your way carefully up the steps, lifting the delicate train of your dress to keep from tripping.

Suddenly, one sparkly heel catches on the fabric and you’re thrown off balance. Unable to catch yourself, you tumble head over heels back down the stairs, gasping in shock and pain as you land hard on the ground.

There’s a collective intake of breath from the crowd as you blink up at the bright lights, thoroughly stunned. Your vision is blurred and there’s a sharp throbbing in your head. When you try to push yourself up, bolts of agony shoot through your right wrist.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” A deep, accented voice sounds from beside you.

You turn your head and your breath catches in your throat. Crouched beside you in an exquisitely tailored double breasted suit and wool coat is arguably the most handsome man on the planet. His beautiful coffee-colored eyes are filled with concern as he reaches out to gently brush a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I … I think so,” you manage to stammer out, though your pounding head begs to differ. “Just clumsy, I guess.”

Despite the sheepish grin you attempt, a wince of pain crosses your features as you shift positions. Lewis’ brow furrows and he places one large hand on your bare shoulder to keep you still.

“Easy there, love. Don’t try to move just yet,” he soothes in that rich baritone that has melted millions of hearts. “You took quite a nasty fall.”

You nod mutely, unable to tear your widened eyes away from his handsome face. This couldn’t be happening … could it? Did you really just faceplant in front of the entire world and, perhaps more importantly, your celebrity crush?

“S-Sorry,” you whisper, utterly mortified. “I’m usually much more graceful than this, I swear.”

Lewis chuckles warmly and you feel your cheeks flush. “No need to apologize, darling. These things happen to the best of us.”

Nearby, Samantha is frantically trying to wave over security and a medic, her expression pinched with worry. You groan quietly as another stab of pain lances through your skull. Definitely a concussion, if your swimming vision is any indication.

“Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Lewis murmurs, rising fluidly to his feet.

Before you can protest, he slips one arm behind your back and the other under your knees, cradling you gently against his firm chest. You suck in a shocked breath at the sudden movement, instinctively reaching up to grab onto his shoulders for stability. His Burberry suit is buttery soft under your fingers.

“Whoa … y-you really don’t have to carry me,” you stammer out as he easily lifts your frame.

Those rich brown eyes meet yours with an amused glint. “I insist. Can’t have one of the brightest new voices in music getting any more hurt, can we?”

You bite your lip shyly, unable to hold back a small smile of wonderment. Is this really happening right now?

“I’ll be fine, honestly,” you try again as Lewis maneuvers around the gathered crowd, heading for a discreet exit with Samantha close behind. “Just a little banged up.”

“Your wrist is already swelling, love,” he points out with a frown. “Best to get it checked properly, yes?”

“I … yeah, okay,” you acquiesce quietly, not having the energy or brainpower to argue with him further.

The two of you disappear through a door and down a mercifully empty hallway, leaving the stunned crowd and flashing cameras behind. Samantha is rapidly conversing with security to locate the nearest medic station.

“Thank you,” you murmur, letting your head rest wearily against Lewis’ shoulder. Up close, he smells incredible — like crisp bergamot and just a hint of expensive cologne. “For helping me, I mean. I’m sure you had better things to do tonight than playing knight in shining armor.”

Lewis smiles down at you, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter unexpectedly. “What a coincidence, I just so happen to be a knight.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling shy under his warm gaze. “Lucky for me then, I suppose.”

“Indeed,” he agrees with a wink. “Though I can’t take all the credit. That dress is clearly too stunning for us mere mortals to handle.”

A watery giggle slips past your lips before you can stop it. Even slightly concussed and in quite a bit of pain, you can’t deny that foreign flutters are dancing in your stomach just from being in Lewis’ presence. He’s even more charming in person than you ever could have dreamed.

“You’re too kind, Sir Hamilton,” you tease lightly. “But I’ll be sure to leave the couture gowns at home next time.”

Lewis opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by Samantha hurrying over with a young medic in tow, his kit already open. The worried expression on her face deepens when she sees your obviously injured wrist cradled against your chest.

“Thank god you have her,” she exhales in relief, nodding towards Lewis. “What do we know so far?”

“Took a pretty hard fall down those stairs,” Lewis explains calmly as the medic kneels down to begin his assessment. “She was unconscious for a moment and seems to have injured her wrist as well.”

You wince as the medic gently prods along your forearm. “Definitely a sprain at the very least,” he confirms. “And with the way her pupils are reacting ...”

He shines a small light into both your eyes, brow furrowed in concentration. “I’d say mild concussion too. We should get her to the infirmary for further evaluation, just in case.”

Hearing his words, a small wave of panic crashes over you. Missing any part of tonight because of this would be devastating. You force yourself to sit up straighter, ignoring the way the room spins sickeningly.

“No, no I’ll be fi-”

“You’re not going anywhere but to get checked out properly,” Lewis cuts you off firmly, placing a staying hand on your shoulder. His expression brooks no argument. “Head injuries are nothing to mess around with, love.”

You open your mouth to protest again, but Samantha quickly interjects. “He’s absolutely right. We’re not taking any chances with your health.”

As much as you hate to admit it, they do have a point. If your condition really is as serious as the medic suggests, it could be dangerous to simply brush it off. You let out a resigned sigh, wilting back against Lewis’ sturdy chest.

“I suppose you’re ri-”

Before you can finish your sentence, a sudden dizzy spell washes over you. Bile rises in your throat as the room tilts crazily. Your voice trails off into an anguished groan as you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting off waves of nausea.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re getting you looked at immediately,” Lewis declares. He shifts you effortlessly in his arms and strides down the hallway, the medic and Samantha hurrying to keep up.

The rest of the journey to the infirmary is a blur. You’re vaguely aware of being transferred to a gurney and giving the doctor on staff your information. Lewis’ worried face keeps appearing in your line of vision, his voice a soothing balm against the incessant pounding in your skull.

Finally, the doctor confirms that while your concussion isn’t serious, you definitely need to be monitored overnight. A brace is fitted around your sprained wrist and you’re given strict instructions on managing the symptoms over the next few days. Throughout it all, Lewis remains stubbornly by your side, declining offer after offer to return to the main event.

Thoroughly drugged and exhausted by this point, you can barely keep your eyes open as a wheelchair is brought over to transport you out to the car waiting area. Lewis helps you into it carefully, crouching down in front of you with a tender expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble miserably, gesturing vaguely to your bandaged wrist and slightly dazed state. “I’ve completely ruined your whole night … your entrance, your photo ops … everything.”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head adamantly. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. I’d take meeting someone as wonderful as you over all of that any day.”

You blink up at him in surprise, an embarrassed blush staining your cheeks. Did he really just say that? Lewis Hamilton, world famous athlete and heartthrob, thinks you’re wonderful?

“Still,” you protest weakly. “This is supposed to be your night to shine. And now you’re stuck playing nurse for a clumsy fool.”

Lewis arches an eyebrow sternly. “I think you’ve bumped your head around a bit too much, darling. That’s no way to speak about yourself.”

He reaches out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingertips grazing your flushed cheek with unexpected tenderness. Your breath catches in your throat at the gentle gesture.

“Missing out on some silly party is more than worth it to me if I got to meet someone as lovely as you,” Lewis continues honestly. His eyes are filled with sincerity. “The only thing I’m upset about is that you were the one who got hurt.”

You’re rendered speechless for a long moment, completely disarmed by his words. Never in a million years could you have imagined this kind of scenario playing out tonight. Is this all really happening?

Finally, you manage a weak smile, blushing furiously under his warm regard. “You’re too kind, Sir Hamilton.”

“Please, call me Lewis,” he insists with a wink. “And let me know where you’re staying, yeah? I’ll come by tomorrow to check on how you’re doing myself.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you quickly scramble to recall the name of your hotel. “U-Um, the Lotte New York Palace,” you stammer out shyly. “But you really don’t have to do that ...”

Lewis waves off your protest easily, rising to his feet with a soothing grin. “Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll be by with some breakfast to make sure my favorite new artist is being properly taken care of.”

With a final wink and dazzling smile, he steps aside to allow an assistant to wheel you towards the exit. Your head is still swimming, though you can’t blame it entirely on the concussion this time.

Did Lewis Hamilton, actual living legend, really just say he was coming to check on you tomorrow?

You allow yourself a tiny, bewildered smile as the night breeze washes over your heated cheeks. Somehow, despite all the mishaps, this crazy night had turned into something straight out of the kind of romantic comedy you secretly loved.

Perhaps falling on your face in front of the entire world wasn’t so disastrous after all.

[artoodeetootired]

lowkey

📖 an f1 driver and a singer are both known for being beasts in their respective fields, but everyone knows they are ironically the shyest in reality- especially when it comes to attraction. they were hidden out of respect for their privacy, until they realised loving shouldn't be a secret.

💭 op!81 x fem!singer (smau)

🎧 lowkey - niki

🃏masterlist🃏

🫧“us in a king size, keep it a secret. say i’m ur queen, but i don’t wanna leave this lowkey.” 🫧

p.s (let's pretend the qatar and las vegas gp's are rounds 10 + 12 of 24 respectively hehe)

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forynln U DISAPPEAR FOR 5 MONTHS AFTER UR LAST ALBUM AND POST OUTTA NOWHERE... girl u cannot keep doing this to us...

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bsfuser i hate you for telling me what's boutta go down but not let me say shit to anyone 😞

-> user3 it's ok bestie u can tell me, i won't tell anyone :)

ynluv How she is so different irl compared to her stage self still baffles me to this day.

-> user4 FR like wdym u gonna be busting out moves that get u viral then act like the sweetest creature on earth when u out here?? 😭

-> user5 duality go prr. she's probably the shyest celebrity i've ever seen.

-> user6 I can't believe she's an '03 baby.

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-> user6 car*

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-> user8 luv u gracie

user9 orange suits yn so well

user0 lando is such a fanboy 😂

-> user| him and half the grid have been so consistent with promoting her LMAO

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user_: being very calm compared to ur reaction after lance's fiasco today LOL

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f1 Our special guest performer and new partner for the 16th round on our calendar, Las Vegas, has been confirmed; a little fun before the racing begins! We bet you guys will like this one... 🤭

Until then, round 11 in Netherlands next weekend 🇳🇱 Stay tuned!

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user! omg i have been waiting for this

f1forlife istg if they bring out the same performers as before...

fanacc the amount of singers liking this post is really fucking with us LOL

alexalbon hi f1 pls tell me u listened to us and booked the grid's voted fav 😸

-> charlesleclerc agreed.

-> maxverstappen1 agreed.

-> landonorris @oscarpiastri and i will boycott.

-> oscarpiastri mate i didn't even vote.

-> landonorris okay fine but u do like yn/ln right? ...right? 🔪

-> oscarpiastri ...

-> landonorris dw everyone osc's just shy no need to cancel him

-> danielricciardo 💃🏽

-> lance_stroll wait there was a vote?

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ynuser

ynuser switch up

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forynln she's killing us and she knows it damn well

user pls just one hint 😭

user how do u feel about oscar piastri not liking u LMAO

arianagreenblatt gorg bestie 😩

user the aesthetic change is very sus

user ladies and gentlemen, the queen of singing, dancing, and gatekeeping

-> user the way we still pine after her and her whereabouts even though she is the most nonchalant pop girl out there

-> bsfuser she's cooking smth 🧐

-> frd2 yk smth dont u 🥸

2 weeks later...

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lewishamilton: why did i not see toto doing this????

ynuser: it was a pleasure meeting u too 🤠

f1: You boys are very welcome

totowolff: George...

-> georgerussell: please don't fire me

landonorris: ok but did u see the way she looked at me??

-> georgerussell lando, u know full well she was looking at someone else

-> landonorris shut up :(

-> georgerussell i will not allow u to ruin her with ur playboy antics

-> landonorris EXCUSE ME

landonorris and f1 🔁

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landonorris best. weekend. ever.

mini photo dump of the boys at the concert 'cause @ynuser actually performed for us 🤯🤯 we're such huge fans- it was epic meeting you!

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landonorris p.s. oscar loves her, he's just shy

-> oscarpiastri lando u idiot

-> logansargeant i can confirm ahem

mclaren we advocated for this very hard, just so yk...

-> user0 the gods (you) have bestowed us simpletons (seriously) with such a blessing (yn and mclaren interactions)

-> userl for the whole grid? the fans? ...or a particular someone? 🤭

ynuser epic meeting me??? bro i almost fainted meeting u guys and drivers i've been a fan of since i was 10 😭😭😭

-> bsfuser how was it omg

-> ynuser LOL definitely an interesting experience...

-> landonorris omg she replied 😭

-> georgerussell bro she called u bro

user_ im convinced theyre music drunk and not substance drunk here 😮‍💨

ynuser

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ynuser you all already know. this thread is as aesthetically chaotic as my mind rn.

thank you to my team for handling such a mess of me when since i got this invitation !! could not be here, or look this decent without any of u.

thank you to @f1 from the bottom of my heart. i've been such a fan since i was in nappies, nd you guys just made a dream of mine come true. from the races, new friends, to performing for such a crowd in vegas, it has been one of the most surreal weekends of my life. you all just know im gonna be clutching on to this partnership for as long as i breathe. nd congrats to @maxverstappen1, @oscarpiastri, nd @charlesleclerc on the podium ! until next time 🏎💋✨

(last slide is real footage of me meeting toto wolff)

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redbullracing thank you for stopping by our pit!

-> mclaren ok but she went to ours first

-> scuderiaferrari yeah... she liked us most though. should've seen her face when she walked in.

-> mercedesamgf1 you guys know she was a long-time mercedes fan before this right??

-> landonorris what is going on? (she definitely liked hanging out with us more)

-> logansargeant lol you're so delulu (laughed way harder with my group)

oscarpiastri thank you too! we should hang out again sometime soon

-> landonorris 'hang out' pfft sure

-> user omg oscar commenting on a non-f1 person's post??? a FEMALE nonetheless????

-> oscarpiastri everyone has to chill fr

bsfuser that’s MY BESTIE

-> user she is GLOWING

-> ynimagine mommy??? sorry. mommy??? sorry.

-> user she is SNATCHED WTF

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri 2nd in vegas! amazing job to the team for this accomplishment, daniel for his dedication, nd yn, who we're all still star-struck by. cheers! 🍾

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user guys istg i was in the paddock the whole time AND i know what i saw. so when i say they hit it off really well...

user omg oscar even picked up on her 'nd' habit 😭

ynuser 🧡🧡🧡

-> user u are actually an angel sent from the depths of hell in the best possible way. the setlist??? the body and face??? the personality???

landonorris oscar you... 😨 when did u even go to the front of the stage for that last pic????

lewishamilton cute, flirty, teenage stuff and all but are we not gonna talk about danny ric

-> danielricciardo i think we should just go back to gushing about oscar's crush

-> carlossainz55 his crush??? what am i missing????

-> charlesleclerc the baby has grown up

bsfuser 🤨

f1

Tagged: ynuser

f1 yn appreciation post 🤍🤍🤍

Could not have asked for a better performer and partner to grace us with her presence this weekend 👏🏼

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user my timeline is EXPLODING

user converting f1 fans into yn fans too

landonorris slay

-> danielricciardo slay

-> pierregasly slay

-> alexalbon slay

-> lewishamilton what is 'slay'?

-> charlesleclerc slay

-> maxverstappen1 slay

ynuser thank u thank uuu

-> user9 queen what were u on tonight??

-> {user} not even her debut was this hype 💀

ynworld STEP ON ME

f1__grid bruh this is so unecessary... she clearly just wants attention

-> user# stay pressed ur favs like her more than u <3

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user: soooo wonder who took this photo 🧐

user: u guys got smth to tell us? ;)

alexalbon: why do u look depressed today

landonorris: where are u bro

user: what's ur fav yn song?

ynuser: im sorry i can't make it today osc :(

-> oscarpiastri: it's okay, best to let everyone cool down anyways. i'll see u next week?

-> ynuser: i promise :)

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lewishamilton: ayeee my fav coming over to the pit today?

-> ynuser: i wouldn't miss it for the world 😸 plus fans are dying to know how u pick ur fashion sense out

-> lewishamilton: oh lord

f1: 🤍

landonorris: pls be kind with the question this time :(

-> ynuser: aweeee

-> ynuser: no.

oscarpiastri: wya??

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1 month, 3 races, and 2 performances later...

~3 months later...

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri i can't take it anymore. since u guys have wanted to know, anyway.

you've been on my mind since the day i met you (nd yes, admittedly since lando showed me your music videos), nd then when i met you with the biggest crush, i quickly decided that you are one of the most talented, beautiful, kindest people ever. fuck all if i just got my first win, it wouldn't have meant anything without u. i can't have asked for a better partner in crime to wear my number at the races.

although we've been pretty great at keeping it low key these past few months to just family and friends, i wanna show you off, my love x

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oscarpiastri also, ty to the grid for keeping it private, nd yes, i will be treating u all for dinner.

-> danielricciardo LFGGGGG

user oh my god.

jennaortega the question is if she beat him at karting

-> oscarpiastri she did...

carlossainz55 i never thought this day would come

landonorris cant put both my happiness and bewilderment that you actually hard launched into words

-> georgerussell character. development.

user ONE OF MY FAV SINGERS BECAME MY FAV WAG TOO AHHHHHHHH

arianagrande y'all cute asf 😭😭😭

user I CALLED IT

-> user nah dont u lie we all thought we were lying to ourselves LMAO

bsfuser one wrong move and i’ll send stroll to do more than just hit u on track 😺

-> oscarpiastri ;-;

-> maxverstappen1 u could send any one on the grid to do it, and they'd be happy to

user they're so in love im bawling

landonorris just so u guys know, his three sisters steal her away from him every week to hang out LOL

-> oscarpiastri that was totally unecessary

-> nicolepiastri give the ppl what they want ossie

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ynuser sike.

'orange suits yn so well'... damn right for him 🧡

this man has inspired me in too many ways, that aside from teaching me how to love and be loved. it's been pretty hard having all these memories, but not being able to live them freely because of the pressure. but i wouldn't do it with anyone else. so im gonna be 'showing you off' in my latest single, agora hills, coming out tomorrow night for my love's first win x

(to clarify, f1 has allowed me to take ONE side ONCE, so im not jobless :) ... yet)

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frd1 about fucking time

oliviarodrigo this is so cute omg

alexalbon ahem i think i should get some credit for being the ultimate matchmaker here

-> f1 actually, i think it all goes to us.

-> user 💀

logansargeant THE LAST PHOTO PLS SEND IT TO ME LMAO

gracieabrams omg him with her cat 😭😭

-> user gracie, luv, it's car*

-> user car*

-> sabrinacarpenter dw babes i don't get this shit either

user oscar first win AND yn new music AND hard launches from the softest ppl ever??? has the universe finally decided to bless me???

user they were literally meant to be

user what happened to the shy versions of themselves oml

tatemcrae the hottest, most sincere, and talented celebrity couple rn

bsfuser and i was there to witness it all 😌

-> charlesleclerc so was i

-> bsfuser i was first tho

-> charlesleclerc fair enough

-> landonorris i was there the most

-> bsfuser i was their couple counsellor

-> landonorris i was their matchmaker

-> alexalbon NO YOU WERENT

-> bsfuser i was first to find out

-> landonorris no you werent

-> landonorris right? @oscarpiastri @ynuser

-> landonorris RIGHT????

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ynuser for u, ur first win, and to many more.

as an extra for u all, 'lowkey' is also out to show my progression from wanting to keep it a secret to having him make me scream his name <3 hope u love us as much as i do.

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user the caption???????????????????

user holy shit mother is mothering and father is fathering because never have i ever heard her make a track with sm detail about her partner in it...

-> user FR like where did the two of them go?? almost 8 months but they come back like they've aged a decade

-> user NO CAUSE WTF is 'suck a little dick in the bathroom, who that man with the big strong hands'???? miss yn??? are the both of u feeling okay????

-> user you'd think introvert + introvert = coma, but ig double negatives still apply here

dojacat bitch these tracks SLAP

user okay but osc's guns 👀

sza god, when will this shi happen to me?

mclaren All ur songs on repeat in the paddock.

-> mercedesamgf1 It's true, all the teams agreed

-> redbullracing (the only time we all agree)

user how tf did we get bashful yn and blushing osc to... this??

-> ynuser life's full of mysteries.

landonorris i miss the person i was before hearing these two songs...

-> georgerussell it's true, as big of a fan i am of the two of u, some things are meant to stay between ppl...

-> charlesleclerc i am not saying anything, which means i can get invited to the wedding, yeah?

-> ynuser yes.

-> oscarpiastri yes.

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a/n: as u can probably see, i lowkey gave up half way cause i never realised how much work this takes :,)

[lewisvinga]

the ‘born to die’ series

summary; a series of written/smaus fiction of various formula one drivers based on releases of singer, lana del rey

f1 masterlist

norman fcking rockwell | daniel ricciardo pt 2

daniel proves that he is just a man and that’s just what he does.

the other woman | charles leclerc

after his engagement party, y/n realizes that she will always be the other woman.

ultraviolence | carlos sainz

carlos and y/n always find themselves going back to the same toxic relationship. no matter how hard they try, it just always felt like a kiss.

chemtrails over the country club | max verstappen

nobody’s son and nobody’s daughter finally find peace with each other after the toughness of their childhood.

carmen | lando norris

y/n was addicting to everyone, the boys and the girls. lando was just another one in her path to become ultimately addicted.

young and beautiful | oscar piastri

due to her pregnancy, y/n wonders if oscar will always love her, if he will love her after she’s had their baby, after she’s no longer young and beautiful.

west coast | lewis hamilton

y/n leaves lewis due to the feeling of being held back from consistently traveling to his races, only to realize how much she missed him.

say yes to heaven | george russell

3 important times during y/n’s and george’s relationship where she says yes to heaven.

margaret | alex albon

moments when alex’s knows that y/n is the one for him. when he knows that he will spend the rest of his life with her.

american | logan sargeant

y/n was never one to mess around and rebel against her parents, until she met a fellow american, logan.

pretty when you cry | pierre gasly

y/n will always wait for pierre, no matter how many times he leaves her crying, she will always wait.

salvatore | esteban ocon

after living a life full of cold exes, y/n never expected to find her ‘salvatore’ during a summer in monaco.

stargirl interlude | yuki tsunoda

yuki just wants y/n to come to a race, after all he just wants to see her shine.

happiness is a butterfly | zhou guanyu

y/n learns that happiness is a butterfly all thanks to guanyu

million dollar man | lance stroll

in the world of her million dollar man, y/n can’t help but feel like a lost puppy and stick out like a sore thumb leading to mess of jumbled feelings.

born to die | fernando alonso

after their engagement, y/n realized her and fernando may have different views of the future. it makes her wonder if they were really born to die.

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note; i've been meaning to do this series since norman fcking rockwell lol, but it's finally here! it may take some time to do everything but bear with me! and which fic I post may not be in order as listed!!

[holllandtrash]

[all writings below the cut] talk to me here prompt list here -----

(+ means smut)

red flags | charles leclerc +

last call | max verstappen

chasing fate | lance stroll blindsided | lance stroll

death of me | carlos sainz +

blurbs & drabbles

the better series (7 parts) | pierre gasly, lando norris (triangle) +

6 to 1 series (12 parts) | lando norris x leclerc!reader + lover x 6 to 1 (sequel based off the lover tracklist)

disapproval | mick schumacher x leclerc!reader part 2 hard truths  part 3 the good guy

fragile line | daniel ricciardo x driver!reader + part 2 haunted part 3 gone part 4 long live

say don't go | charles leclerc x reader part 2 | now that we don't talk

sky's on fire (work in progress) | pierre gasly, charles leclerc (triangle)

pierre gasly

worlds collide | famous!reader x pierre simp | reader x pierre

charles leclerc

soft (dog) launch | korean influencer!reader x charles  quarantine | reader x charles not good enough | filipina!reader x charles muse | singer/songwriter!reader x charles the people's princess | princess!reader x charles

mick schumacher

in you i trust | reader x mick

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