It honestly breaks my heart seeing hate posts about one driver on behalf of loving another cause like... Whyyyy
Especially when that other driver didn't do anything.
LIKE. Lando's my top fav driver of all, but I still love Oscar sm. He's a fierce and powerful driver who, on top of that, seems like such a sweethearttt. He low-key reminds me of myself in some way.
But because of all the posts pitting him and Lando against each other, I don't feel free to love him as much as I did when I first got into F1. Isn't that heartbreaking??? I just want to love them both freely pls.
Why does it have to be one or the other?? The amount of posts I see hating on one or the other is so painful
"Lando's mentally weak"
"Oscar's whiny"
"Lando doesn't deserve the main seat at McLaren"
Admittedly I see more Lando hate than Oscar hate, but that makes it just as 'hard' (for lack of better words) to love Oscar. All those posts and comments saying "Oscar is so much better than Lando" ends up making me unintentionally think "why Oscar? What's so special about him?? Why not Lando???" And I HATE that feeling. Cause Oscar DOES deserve love. But Lando deserves love too, and he doesn't deserve all the hate.
They both deserve love and neither of them deserve hate
Lando cheers for Oscar. He supports Oscar. He highlights Oscar where he can, even when he’s struggling with himself.
“Oscar shows us where the car should be.”
His genuine smiles. The way he looks at him.
They are rivals for a championship title, but let’s be real: Lando’s biggest rival is himself.
He looks at Oscar as someone to learn from, just as Oscar has learned from him. They aren’t total opposites but they’re just different enough to create a necessary balance to be teammates, rivals, AND friends.
Have your favorite driver all you want but these are my driverS. My team. I love them separate as much as I love them together and I know that with how they care for one another they will go far.
4x world champion sebastian vettel says lando being open about his feelings and mental health is good and not at all a weakness, but some random dickheads on the internet tell me it’s terrible and means he’ll never be a champion… i wonder who to believe
this whole lando hate train is making me so so so sad
it's straight bullying atp (saying that as person that was a bullying victim) and it just
idk, it's a bit triggering because it's so ???? people are hating on him for just existing
and you know the worst part? THEY ADMIT IT, no shame at all. i just think it's so sad, it's clearly taking a toll on lando and in all of the pressure he puts in himself
i don't know, i just wish people would realize they are doing it to a human being, not a robot or anything, a human being with feelings and emotions
someone being arrogant or anything doesn't excuse your own terrible behavior towards them. they're still human
people were literally wishing that he had the same fate as jules bianchi in suzuka and that's unacceptable.
how did us, as a society, go that far? how can people like those antis exist? i really don't understand how hate culture got normalized, honestly
you not liking someone? yeah, ok
but hating? it's just so heavy, so bad to hate on someone. idk, i just wanted to vent, i guess
while everyone is talking about the championship (which its too fucking early to mention its barely been race 5) i want to take this moment to say lando norris WHAT a recovery drive. at one of your worst tracks too. stellar stellar stellar.
warning: fluff, pet names, slightly suggestive at like one point
summary: You’re finally able to give Alex his birthday present. But what do you give an F1 driver? Correct, a kitten.
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX ALBON! And I’m continuing with my small (full season) project. I finally redid my masterlist so now everything is sorted correctly.
You’re not panicking, why would you? It’s not like you were picking up your boyfriend from the airport today. But that’s not where the anxiety comes from. No, it’s because of something else. Due to your tight work schedule you weren’t able to be there during the race weekend and his birthday. You remember the look in his eyes when you told him the news. Yes, he was upset but it was ok, at least that’s what he told you. You’re already at the airport waiting for the plane to land, alongside Alex you are also picking up George. Since he helped you organize your boyfriend’s birthday present you offered to drive him to wherever he needs to be after the long flight.
You and Alex got together about six months ago so it was the first time that you have to get him a birthday present. When that realization fully settled in you started panicking. What does a Formula One driver need that he couldn’t get himself? For sure not a new watch or fancy clothes. He can just buy those himself whenever he needs. So you turned to his best friend for advice. After a lot of back-and-forth and thinking you finally found the perfect gift, at least that’s what you hope.
You know how much he loves his pets and how much he misses them whenever he leaves Monaco. Nowadays it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay at your place and since you don’t reside in Monaco or anywhere near there he sees them less than normally. Sure that wasn’t the long term idea but for now the long distance has to work. The birthday present idea, get him a pet that stays at your place. So whenever he visits you and work drags you away half the day he has some company to spend the time with.
“There you are!” the excited voice of your boyfriend rings through the almost empty airport. You are immediately pulled into his warm embrace, a small sigh leaving your lips having missed being in his arms. Your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder taking in the familiar scent that is just purely him. “Alright love birds leave that for later in the bedroom,” George jokes, “someone promised me a ride.” You reluctantly left Alex’s arms and gave George a quick hug, congratulating him to his podiums.
You dropped George off after a short ride. Before that he assured you again though that the gift was a good idea and that Alex would love it. However, the closer the two of you got to your apartment the anxiety started coming back. What if he thought it was too much? What if he didnt like her? Before you could overthink it too much Alex turns towards you, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh. It was unusual for you to drive but every now and then, especially after a long flight, he enjoys being a passenger princess. “So happy to see you again sweetheart,” he says, a permanent smile on his face.
“Baby you know that I love you, right?” you start carefully. “Of course I do,” he answers with a slight confusion visible. “Can you promise me not to be mad at your present? No matter what it is.” The request shocked him visibly. Why would you request that from him? What was this present? “Sweetheart of course,” he starts, “but now I want to know even more what you got me.” The anxiety in your stomach settles down a bit at his words. His hand is moving small circles on your thighs in hope to bring you comfort.
The car ride was over sooner than you probably want. Alex didn’t hesitate a second to lean over the center console and kiss you. His lips moving slowly against yours having missed this a lot. After you both pull away he gets his stuff out of the trunk. He takes your hand in his, guiding you to the apartment. He tries to hide it but his excitement is clear.
The apartment was dark when you entered it. Upon turning on the light both of you saw a little furry ball rushing around. “What was that?” His voice was high pitched. His eyes sparkling with excitement and love already. You don’t answer him, instead you walk after her. “Alex, meet May,” you introduce her. The little tuxedo kitten is now resting comfortably in your arms. Alex squealed a little before rushing over to the both of you. “Your birthday present,” you confirm even though he already guessed that in his head.
One of his hands is resting on your upper arm, the other stroking the kitten slowly. “But… but why?” he asks, still confused. “It’s stupid really. But I know how you miss yours whenever you’re here,” you start a blush now creeping up in your cheeks, “thought you might want one here too to keep you company when I work.” Now that you say it out loud it sounds like a stupid idea.
Before you can overthink it again his voice calms you down. “I love this and you and her.” His eyes are still sparkling with love and excitement. He carefully takes the kitten out of your arm and presses a small kiss on her tiny head. He put her down on the ground before pulling you into his arms. He kisses you full of passion again. “Thank you so much, I love you both so much.”
warning: shitty writing, confusing, pinning, mention of alcohol, drinking and getting tipsy/drunk
summary: Lando (annoyingly) has a crush on non other than his best friends younger sister, Y/n Fewtrell. It was his well kept secret. Why? Because he knows how overprotective Max is of you. What happens when Carlos and Oscar find out about it? Will a drunken night out celebrating a race weekend change their relationship?
a/n: I’m so so sorry for the long wait but here it is, the second part! Please still ignore the terrible writing I’m still exploring with my style and such. Check out part one here!
The paddock is already bustling with energy when you and Max walked in. The journalists are trying to get some last minute shots and stories out of everyone. You wouldn’t say that you’re used to cameras being pointed at you or being quizzed by the media. But then again it didn’t surprise you that much when it happened. When Lando joined Formula One some attention also turned to his best friend whenever he was around. And since you normally spend your time during the race weekend with Max, there are some media pictures of you as well.
You stopped a few times along the way to the McLaren garage to talk with some of the drivers that you both know. When you reached the garage, the first one you saw was Oscar. “Hi guys,” he greeted the both of you. “Lando is still in the back,” he mentioned while pointing in the general direction. After a short greeting Max was already on his way to Lando. You however stayed in the front not sure if Lando really wanted you in his driver’s room after all.
“Sooo how do you feel about today?” You ask Oscar. “Excited but nervous,” he admits. “Home races are always… well different with all the fans around. My family is here as well. We’ll see how it goes,” Oscar confesses, getting slightly red around his cheeks. The younger McLaren driver was a bit nervous. At that moment Carlos decided to step up to the two of you. “Morning Carlos,” you greet him. “How was Sydney?” You ask, having just recently seen the pictures of him and Alex there. “It was good. How about your flight? Heard you arrived yesterday,” he said curiously.
“Same old, still don’t like the long flights,” you mention, Carlos knowing from previous conversations about your hate towards long distance flights. “But I’m very happy to be here for the full three days for a change.” You quickly add, gaze drifting towards the garage to see if your brother or Lando were back in the front. “I’ll go and grab something to drink. Do you want anything?” You ask the drivers but both are shaking their heads, no.
Oscar turns towards Carlos as soon as you are out of hearing range. “Am I imagining this?” he asks the Spaniard, pointing towards where you just went and where Lando is. For a quick second Carlos was confused by the younger driver's question before it clicked. “Oh, that. I’m honestly surprised that you mentioned it. And I mean the feelings are there you know from his side at least.” he confesses quietly to the Aussie, his Spanish accent getting stronger the more he tries to keep his voice down. After all, the media didn't need to know about this. “When did Lando tell you?” he asks the Aussie. “He didn’t,” Oscar says. “We spent an evening together at Max’s place. You know just us four and I saw the way he looks at here.” He admits, “he also wouldn’t shut up about her during testing in Bahrain. From what I know they’ve been talking a lot.”
”You don’t happen to know how she feels?” Oscar asks. Both ignore everything that is happening around too caught up in the conversation. “No I don’t,” he says. “I mean we are not that close so I never ask her and she wasn’t around much recently because of her private life.” Carlos adds. Oscar nodes in complete understanding. It would be weird if they just randomly went up to her and asked her about that, or would it? “They would be cute together…” Oscar trails off mid sentence. “Si,” Carlos agrees. They didn’t need to say it out loud, both drivers were on the same page. Try to figure out if you feel the same towards Lando and hopefully, depending on your answer, get the two of you together.
When you came back from getting a drink Carlos and Oscar were gone. Probably busy with preparations. You did spot Max outside casually talking to some McLaren personnel. You look around hoping to spot Lando before the first practice session. But luck wasn’t on your side. When you didn’t see the driver a strange feeling of disappointment overcame you. You could ask your brother if he knows where Lando is. It is the first race weekend after the winter break. Pressure and expectations for the team but especially Lando are at an all time high after the constructors title. Also Lando was the one to invite the both of you to Melbourne. It wouldn’t be suspicious if you ask your brother. At least that’s what you hope. You didn’t need your brother knowing about this strange situation.
“Do you know where Lando is?” You ask your brother, “I want to wish him good luck before the practice session.” “Last time I saw him he was in the garage but I think he went somewhere.” He says a bit unsure, now looking around trying to see if he can spot his best friend. “Oh okay. Well, it’s no trouble. I’ll catch him later,” you dismiss it. The feeling of disappointment only grows within you. It was as if Lando heard his name being called. He suddenly pops up out of nowhere. ”Y/n I’m so happy to have you here,” he exclaimed happily with a bright smile on his face. You know that the smile wasn’t because of you. It couldn't be.
“Just wanted to wish you good luck out there.” You say quickly, giving the Brit a hug. His arms wrap tightly around you for a few seconds before he lets go. Oscar can see the whole scene from a slight distance. The plan he made with Carlos would probably sound more than stupid to anyone else. However Oscar saw your smile when Lando gave you a hug and the slightly disappointed look as soon as he left. You are definitely feeling something for Lando, he was sure of that. And hiding that wasn’t your strong suit.
You spent as much as you could during the whole weekend with Lando. If he wasn't around your brother was mostly there to keep you company. Oscar and Carlos seem to be around her the whole time as well, sometimes directly in conversations and other times in the background. You love spending time with the other drivers so you really didn’t mind them being around.
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He did it! Lando is the first winner of the 2025 season. The race was chaotic to say the least but it was good seeing your friend at the top of the podium. You couldn't be more proud of him. It was a bit after the race and you’re currently out with a few of the drivers at a local bar to celebrate the weekend. The night wouldn’t be too crazy, after all the Chinese GP is right around the corner.
You are sitting at one of the tables with some sort of cocktail in your hand. You're not exactly sure what was in it since it was a recommendation from one of the bartenders. No, you’re not drunk, nor was that the goal, but definitely a bit tipsy. Enough to loosen your tongue. Lando is sitting with you just idly chatting about whatever comes to mind.
”So y/n… can I ask you something a bit more personal?” Lando asks you. “Of course you can sillly,” you answer. “Well… it’s a bit weird but I heard Carlos talking to Oscar the other day about you uhm liking someone and I guess I just wonder who the lucky guy is..” he got out. He definitely had more to drink than you did and was already slipping into being drunk. Before he went out with you he was celebrating the win with this team.
You freeze for a second remembering a conversation you had with Carlos and Oscar on Saturday after qualifying. They came up to you and started asking questions about your relationship with Lando, not so subtly trying to get something out of you. Their goal, trying to see if you like the Brit. You didn’t really say anything to them, but your facial expression probably said more than a thousand words and told them exactly what they needed to know. It also wasn’t just a coincidence that Lando heard both of them talking about it. They planned it at the exact moment, hoping to steal some sort of reaction out of him so that one of you would finally carve in and confess their feelings.
You didn’t know what to say. What could you say to that? Sure you could be honest but that would very likely ruin everything. But you don't like lying, especially to those that are close to you. It was a complicated situation. “I… I honestly don’t know what… uhm what to say,” you stutter out a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Lando tilts his head to the side, eyes open wide and looking directly into yours. It was hard for you in this exact moment to read his body language.
“Is it one of the drivers?” he asks slowly. You just nod your head slightly still deep in your thoughts. Lando slowly and shyly took your hand that wasn’t holding the glass in his. His thumb was drawing small, smoothing circles. He took another long sip of his drink. “Can I confess something?” he asks, eyes still looking into yours but a deep reddish blush creeping up his neck. His words are slurred together with an accent thicker than before.
Yet again you nod your head, not wanting to speak too afraid to break the moment. “I- I like you y/n and I have for a while,” he mumbled almost inaudibly with the loud music. “I have for a while,” he added. For a moment you are speechless, not sure how to react. His grip on your hand loses trying to pull away. You could see the anxiety in his eyes slowly coming out through the drunken haze. “I like you too, Lando. Have for a while.”
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I hope you enjoy it! Any feedback is appreciated!
Would you like a third part where Max finds out about there confession?
Welcome to my little project. I'll post a birthday related writing for every driver on the 2025 grid on their special day. Find all written and upcoming fics below. Please note that I started writing in mid February and anything before that is currently not included.
warning: shitty writing, confusing, pinning, mention of alcohol, drinking and getting tipsy/drunk
summary: Lando (annoyingly) has a crush on non other than his best friends younger sister, Y/n Fewtrell. It was his well kept secret. Why? Because he knows how overprotective Max is of you. What happens when Carlos and Oscar find out about it? Will a drunken night out celebrating a race weekend change their relationship?
a/n: I’m so so sorry for the long wait but here it is, the second part! Please still ignore the terrible writing I’m still exploring with my style and such. Check out part one here!
The paddock is already bustling with energy when you and Max walked in. The journalists are trying to get some last minute shots and stories out of everyone. You wouldn’t say that you’re used to cameras being pointed at you or being quizzed by the media. But then again it didn’t surprise you that much when it happened. When Lando joined Formula One some attention also turned to his best friend whenever he was around. And since you normally spend your time during the race weekend with Max, there are some media pictures of you as well.
You stopped a few times along the way to the McLaren garage to talk with some of the drivers that you both know. When you reached the garage, the first one you saw was Oscar. “Hi guys,” he greeted the both of you. “Lando is still in the back,” he mentioned while pointing in the general direction. After a short greeting Max was already on his way to Lando. You however stayed in the front not sure if Lando really wanted you in his driver’s room after all.
“Sooo how do you feel about today?” You ask Oscar. “Excited but nervous,” he admits. “Home races are always… well different with all the fans around. My family is here as well. We’ll see how it goes,” Oscar confesses, getting slightly red around his cheeks. The younger McLaren driver was a bit nervous. At that moment Carlos decided to step up to the two of you. “Morning Carlos,” you greet him. “How was Sydney?” You ask, having just recently seen the pictures of him and Alex there. “It was good. How about your flight? Heard you arrived yesterday,” he said curiously.
“Same old, still don’t like the long flights,” you mention, Carlos knowing from previous conversations about your hate towards long distance flights. “But I’m very happy to be here for the full three days for a change.” You quickly add, gaze drifting towards the garage to see if your brother or Lando were back in the front. “I’ll go and grab something to drink. Do you want anything?” You ask the drivers but both are shaking their heads, no.
Oscar turns towards Carlos as soon as you are out of hearing range. “Am I imagining this?” he asks the Spaniard, pointing towards where you just went and where Lando is. For a quick second Carlos was confused by the younger driver's question before it clicked. “Oh, that. I’m honestly surprised that you mentioned it. And I mean the feelings are there you know from his side at least.” he confesses quietly to the Aussie, his Spanish accent getting stronger the more he tries to keep his voice down. After all, the media didn't need to know about this. “When did Lando tell you?” he asks the Aussie. “He didn’t,” Oscar says. “We spent an evening together at Max’s place. You know just us four and I saw the way he looks at here.” He admits, “he also wouldn’t shut up about her during testing in Bahrain. From what I know they’ve been talking a lot.”
”You don’t happen to know how she feels?” Oscar asks. Both ignore everything that is happening around too caught up in the conversation. “No I don’t,” he says. “I mean we are not that close so I never ask her and she wasn’t around much recently because of her private life.” Carlos adds. Oscar nodes in complete understanding. It would be weird if they just randomly went up to her and asked her about that, or would it? “They would be cute together…” Oscar trails off mid sentence. “Si,” Carlos agrees. They didn’t need to say it out loud, both drivers were on the same page. Try to figure out if you feel the same towards Lando and hopefully, depending on your answer, get the two of you together.
When you came back from getting a drink Carlos and Oscar were gone. Probably busy with preparations. You did spot Max outside casually talking to some McLaren personnel. You look around hoping to spot Lando before the first practice session. But luck wasn’t on your side. When you didn’t see the driver a strange feeling of disappointment overcame you. You could ask your brother if he knows where Lando is. It is the first race weekend after the winter break. Pressure and expectations for the team but especially Lando are at an all time high after the constructors title. Also Lando was the one to invite the both of you to Melbourne. It wouldn’t be suspicious if you ask your brother. At least that’s what you hope. You didn’t need your brother knowing about this strange situation.
“Do you know where Lando is?” You ask your brother, “I want to wish him good luck before the practice session.” “Last time I saw him he was in the garage but I think he went somewhere.” He says a bit unsure, now looking around trying to see if he can spot his best friend. “Oh okay. Well, it’s no trouble. I’ll catch him later,” you dismiss it. The feeling of disappointment only grows within you. It was as if Lando heard his name being called. He suddenly pops up out of nowhere. ”Y/n I’m so happy to have you here,” he exclaimed happily with a bright smile on his face. You know that the smile wasn’t because of you. It couldn't be.
“Just wanted to wish you good luck out there.” You say quickly, giving the Brit a hug. His arms wrap tightly around you for a few seconds before he lets go. Oscar can see the whole scene from a slight distance. The plan he made with Carlos would probably sound more than stupid to anyone else. However Oscar saw your smile when Lando gave you a hug and the slightly disappointed look as soon as he left. You are definitely feeling something for Lando, he was sure of that. And hiding that wasn’t your strong suit.
You spent as much as you could during the whole weekend with Lando. If he wasn't around your brother was mostly there to keep you company. Oscar and Carlos seem to be around her the whole time as well, sometimes directly in conversations and other times in the background. You love spending time with the other drivers so you really didn’t mind them being around.
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He did it! Lando is the first winner of the 2025 season. The race was chaotic to say the least but it was good seeing your friend at the top of the podium. You couldn't be more proud of him. It was a bit after the race and you’re currently out with a few of the drivers at a local bar to celebrate the weekend. The night wouldn’t be too crazy, after all the Chinese GP is right around the corner.
You are sitting at one of the tables with some sort of cocktail in your hand. You're not exactly sure what was in it since it was a recommendation from one of the bartenders. No, you’re not drunk, nor was that the goal, but definitely a bit tipsy. Enough to loosen your tongue. Lando is sitting with you just idly chatting about whatever comes to mind.
”So y/n… can I ask you something a bit more personal?” Lando asks you. “Of course you can sillly,” you answer. “Well… it’s a bit weird but I heard Carlos talking to Oscar the other day about you uhm liking someone and I guess I just wonder who the lucky guy is..” he got out. He definitely had more to drink than you did and was already slipping into being drunk. Before he went out with you he was celebrating the win with this team.
You freeze for a second remembering a conversation you had with Carlos and Oscar on Saturday after qualifying. They came up to you and started asking questions about your relationship with Lando, not so subtly trying to get something out of you. Their goal, trying to see if you like the Brit. You didn’t really say anything to them, but your facial expression probably said more than a thousand words and told them exactly what they needed to know. It also wasn’t just a coincidence that Lando heard both of them talking about it. They planned it at the exact moment, hoping to steal some sort of reaction out of him so that one of you would finally carve in and confess their feelings.
You didn’t know what to say. What could you say to that? Sure you could be honest but that would very likely ruin everything. But you don't like lying, especially to those that are close to you. It was a complicated situation. “I… I honestly don’t know what… uhm what to say,” you stutter out a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Lando tilts his head to the side, eyes open wide and looking directly into yours. It was hard for you in this exact moment to read his body language.
“Is it one of the drivers?” he asks slowly. You just nod your head slightly still deep in your thoughts. Lando slowly and shyly took your hand that wasn’t holding the glass in his. His thumb was drawing small, smoothing circles. He took another long sip of his drink. “Can I confess something?” he asks, eyes still looking into yours but a deep reddish blush creeping up his neck. His words are slurred together with an accent thicker than before.
Yet again you nod your head, not wanting to speak too afraid to break the moment. “I- I like you y/n and I have for a while,” he mumbled almost inaudibly with the loud music. “I have for a while,” he added. For a moment you are speechless, not sure how to react. His grip on your hand loses trying to pull away. You could see the anxiety in his eyes slowly coming out through the drunken haze. “I like you too, Lando. Have for a while.”
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I hope you enjoy it! Any feedback is appreciated!
Would you like a third part where Max finds out about there confession?
This year will be my first full season watching F1 (and writing) and therefore I wanted to start a small special event. In the next two weeks you may request anything from the prompts below as well as any kind of headcanons.
This is also as a small thank you to everyone who’s been with me so far! In a bit under a month I meet some amazing people, made friends and joined a new community. I’m so grateful for everything and could’ve never imagined that I’d come this far.
Find out more about this event under the cut!
RULES
- deadline for this event is when the Australian GP starts aka 16th March
- please include no more than two prompts or one headcanon per request
- also please request for no more than two drivers at the same time, yes I write poly
- you may request as often as you want
- if you do not specify what gender the reader has I will automatically write with a female!reader. However I’m also open to write male!reader and non binary!reader if requested
- I write fluff, angst, humor and smut/suggestive, so feel free to request anything you like (if the headcanon isn’t a 100% clear on this please include it in your request)
- I only accept requests that land in my ask box. Comments, reblogs and private messages don’t count for this event
- I don’t have a fixed posting schedule so please be aware that it might take a bit till your request is posted
- I have every right to decline and not write any request if I don’t feel like it
If the prompts run out during the event I might add some more!
WHO I WRITE FOR
Alex Albon, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Franco Colapinto, George Russell, Kimi Antonelli, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Ollie Bearman and Oscar Piastri
Do you want to request someone who isn’t mentioned above? Feel free to write me and I might consider it.
HOW TO REQUEST
with a prompt: prompt number (or what it says) + driver (+ setting and/or idea)
example: prompt #2 + Oscar (+ fluff/first date together)
for a headcanon: idea for headcanon (also type of fic if not clear) + driver
example: quiet night in with smut + George
PROMPTS & HEADCANONS
PROMPTS
1. “Please don’t ever stop touching me.” - taken with Franco (+ 11)
2. “I may have found a new addiction.”
3. “Do that again it feels nice.” - taken with Oscar
4. “Sorry for waking you up baby. Go back to sleep.” - taken with Kimi
5. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.” - taken with Ollie (+ 6)
6. “Hey, hey, shhhh. You’re okay.” - taken with Ollie (+ 5)
7. “Hey, lean on me. I can carry you.” - taken with Alex (+ 8)
8. “You did so good.” - taken with Alex (+ 7)
9. “I have a solution.” “Thank goodness.” “It involves fire.” “Absolutely not.” - taken with Lando
10. “Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” - taken with Charles (+ 13)
11. “Do you ever shut up?” “I thought you liked my smart mouth.” “ I do. When it’s shut.” - taken with Franco (+ 1)
12. “Do you need this back, or?” - taken with Ollie
13. “I can see you staring at him. You aren’t being very subtle, you know.” - taken with Charles (+ 10)
14. “You idiot.”
15. “Is that my shirt?” - taken with Kimi
HEADCANONS
These are just some ideas, feel free to request anything else that comes to your mind!
First date, love language, quiet evening together, random dates, how you cuddle together, …
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