mentally maybe not okay

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I write suggestive content but no smut, i literally cannot write it to save my life.

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Handle it - Oscar Piastri

a/n: small chaos, lando being lando, quickwrite

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Vacationing with Oscar was always relaxing. No need to go 200 mph or worry about being late to anywhere. No chaos, just calm and quiet. Well, that plan goes out the window when your boyfriend’s teammate decides he would love to go on vacation also. It was hard for you to tell him no. He gave you both sad eyes and non-stop begging. 

It wasn’t that Lando wasn’t fun to be around. It was quite the opposite, actually. He was the definition of fun but also reckless. Every time you went out with him, there was a chance you either lost half of the things you came with or that you woke up in a place you didn’t remember ever seeing. 

Which is why it was no shock that Lando convinced you guys to go clubbing. Claiming he needed to know what the club scene in this country was like. Unfortunately, you were like a moth to a flame when it came to nightlife. Enjoying getting dressed up, ordering as many drinks that were not on your tab, and drinking the night away.

Oscar, bless his soul, not only had to deal with one drunkie but two. It was amazing how he managed to keep you both in the same place all night and get you both back to the hotel suite in one piece.

One thing about you, as opposed to Lando, was that you could sober up and fast. After a shower and a few times emptying your stomach, your consciousness was clear enough to know what time it was, what day it was, and where you were. Conscious enough to do your nightly routine and pull Oscar in bed so he can be your warmer for the night.

However, that routine would soon be interrupted just as you were about to fall asleep, listening to Oscar’s steady heartbeat. There was a loud bang at your door, followed by a series of rapid bangs. Starling the two of you, Oscar let out a groan, already knowing it was Lando with a stupid question.

“Hey! I need help out here! I know you two are up!”

“You better get your ass up and handle that cuz if I have to get up, you and him won’t see the light of tomorrow.” 

Sighing one more time, getting out of bed, Oscar trailed to the door, opening it to find Lando as he left him. Still in his club attire with a random pair of sunglasses on, and hair a mess. What was he even doing in the time you and Oscar were getting ready for bed?

“Oscar! Come, I need your help!” Before the Austrian could say anything, he was being pulled by a drunk British in the direction of the kitchen.

After a few minutes and quietness, Oscar came back into the room, but not before locking the door. Double-checking it was locked before climbing back in bed, wrapping his arm around your body, pulling you close.

“What was that about?” You hummed lowly, with no energy on the verge of sleep.

“Was wondering why the microwave wasn’t working……..It wasn’t plugged in.”

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stress me out - rafe cameron

a/n: blurb, rafe crash out

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Rafe swears nothing has stressed him out more than his lovely girlfriend. Drug addiction, blackmailing, manipulation, even the Pogues didn't stress him out as much as you did. And boy, did you relish every eye roll, red-faced, eye bulging, neck rubbing moment he threw at you.

After months of pranks and out-of-pocket antics, one would think he would be used to it by now. But there was something about you that drove him crazy, or overprotective, as some liked to call it. The moments you decided to pull these little stunts were non-idle. Topper pissed him off that day? Perfect timing. He got into a fight? Why not focus his anger somewhere else? A business deal gone wrong? Well, what else were you meant to do?

Tonight was no different. The argument between the two of you started small, something about coming home late from hanging with Sarah and her friends. Five minutes in, you were over it, but he didn't know that. Suddenly, an idea popped up - why not make him sweat a bit? Only right after overreacting about the whole thing. 

Putting on the best irritated face you could muster up. Making your way out of his room, quickly heading downstairs, and rushing to your car, trying not to alarm him. Quietly, you pulled out of the driveway and drove with no destination in mind. That wasn't the part that would cause him stress.

Back at Tannyhill, Rafe thought you were somewhere downstairs - either in the kitchen making a drink or in the backyard trying to decompress. When he got the text that you were going out, he sat up a bit straighter, not liking it but still wanting to give you space. Plus, he had your location so he could follow you - or so he thought. When he saw that your location was off, he grabbed his car keys and rushed his way down to his truck.

Since it was so late, there was no need to drive fast. You wanted him to catch up. Not even a minute after that text was sent, you saw his truck in the review mirror—no headlights and looking straight out of a horror movie. The smirk on your face widens. He took the bait, and you had him right where you wanted.

Before you could even think of your next move, he sped past, pulling up right in front of your car, forcing a stop. When he hopped out of his truck and slammed his door - that was the moment you knew he wasn't thinking of the earlier argument anymore. You were about to get possessive and protective Rafe.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? DRIVING OFF WITHOUT YOUR LOCATION ON!? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" He yelled through the rolled-up window. Never have you seen him this angry with one of your "pranks." 

"I do actually."

"Do you know what could have happened to you and I wouldn't know until I got a call! The call!" That made your heart clench. You knew the implications of driving off "mad" but didn't think it all the way through, and how it would make him feel.

You hung your head low in shame and embarrassment. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I sure hope you are. What if something happened to you?" He was still upset but his voice turned softer, coming out almost sounding broken. 

"I'm not actually mad. It was just a little prank to distract you from the argument." The confession rolled off your tongue in guilt. Out of all your pranks, this one made you feel bad. 

"Jesus, baby, scared me for a second."

"So you forgive me?" The doe, have lidded look directed at him, was something he could never turn away and stay mad at forever. Pulling you into him with a tight grip on your waist, he laid his forehead against yours, breathing you in like he hadn't seen you in ages. 

"If you promise to never pull anything like this again." 

"You know me - don't know if I can promise that." The smirk on your face returned, making him roll his eyes. He acts like he's bothered by it, but deep down, he loves how crazy you are and how your mind runs wild. 

"You're the cause of all my grey hairs, stressing me out for no reason."

"Cmon, don't you enjoy it a bit?"

"No, YOU enjoy it."

"Damn right I do." 

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Lost in Japan - Lando Norris

a/n: small blurb, very fluffy

Now Playing: Lost in Japan - Shawn Mendes

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist / song

I got an idea, And I know that it sounds crazy

I just wanna see ya, oh, I gotta ask ... Do you got plans tonight?

I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I was thinkin' I could fly to your hotel tonight

'Cause I-I-I can't get you off my mind 'Cause I-I-I can't get you off my mind

It's been a few weeks since you last saw each other properly. With the start of the upcoming season, you're booking gigs left and right. The last time you spent the night in his bed was before Bahrain testing weekend. To say you were craving each other was an understatement. 

Texting throughout the day and late-night/early-morning FaceTime calls were all you could settle for. At times, it was a bit awkward. When he would just be going to bed, and felt a little needy, you were getting ready to start your day. 

This week was different, though. He scored P2 in China after scoring P1 in Australia. There was no better start to that season, and the only thing missing was you. He got an itch to check your location, only to find out you were in Japan. You both were closer than you've been in weeks. A smirk slowly formed as he booked the earliest flight to Japan. 

It wasn't totally out of the blue. He needed to be in Japan soon for the next race and quadrant stuff, but he originally planned to stay a few more days in China to explore. You knew his next race was where you were going to be, but you didn't want to get either of your hopes up just in case you couldn't get out of work obligations. 

On the way back to the hotel, all you wanted to do was lie in bed and hopefully FaceTime Lando for a bit. You've been having longer days in hopes of wrapping things up early enough for when the race weekend comes. So when you texted Lando the normal, asking if he was busy and how his day was, you were met with a reply, not even to your question. 

'Do you have any plans tonight?'

'Not even going to acknowledge my questions?'

'You know I'm not too far from you, I could fly to you right now'

Before you could even respond, you saw him in the hotel lobby with the goofiest smile plastered on his face. The shock didn't allow you to process. Looking back at your phone and then at him, as if you were being pranked. 

"The more you make me wait, the more offended I'm becoming. I flew here just to see you."

"You flew here for me?"

"Couldn't get you off my mind." He shrugged, pulling you in by your waist like the both of you weren't out in the open where someone could possibly see. But none of that matters right now. All that mattered was that you were here, physically with each other. 

"That's the craziest thing someone has ever done." Your hands roamed his body, still not believing he was actually here. 

"Well, I'm crazy about you."

"You're getting sappy on me, Norris." Teasing came second nature with him, but he knows that you secretly loved it. 

"Checks out." 

"What did your plans include?"

"Anything with you." 

"Sounds perfect to me." 

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TOGETHER WE ARE AMERICA

BAD BUNNY Super Bowl LX Halftime show ending speech | February 8, 2026.

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you're annoying - rafe cameron

a/n: small blurb, very fluffy

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Rafe Cameron, the Kook King, was not soft. He was not going to grovel for anyone. No member of his family, friend group, or anyone on planet earth could make him change. Simply, he didn’t care about anyone. That was until you came into his life. 

Quickly, you put Rafe in his place. Nipping his attitude right in the bud. Making it clear from day one, it won’t fly with you - well, at least not directed to you. From that day forward, he changed. Not entirely - he was still a prick to everyone around him, but you awakened his domestic side, his soft side. The side he thought would never be possible to come to light. 

There was not a day that Rafe left you alone. He needed to be by you, talk to you, to touch you. This man worshipped the ground you walked on. He was annoying when it came to you. 

“You got lipstick all over you.” You giggled, trying to reach his lips to wipe off whatever transferred from the surprise deep kiss he had ambushed you with. 

“Good - keep it there,” He smirked, wrapping his hands around your wrist, holding you from touching his face, but not before pressing small kisses to your pulse points. 

“Stop being such a flirt. It’s annoying.” 

“Now you think it’s annoying?” 

“I mean the lipstick on you, dummy. I know how annoying it is to be on something other than lips.” Again, you tried to reach for his face, but to no avail. Stubborn as always. 

“Well, I like the feeling; it feels like your lips are permanently here.” 

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Rafe Cameron

you're annoying

stress me out

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taken (on the weekend) - LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1K+

Summary: his racing image being overshadowed by his personal life - it was time for something to change, and he had just the person in mind to help him with that.

Warnings: idiots in love, friends to lovers, people teasing lando

A/N: based on 'single (on the weekend)' by marcos g. Switched it up just a little.

Now Playing: single (on the weekend) - marcos g

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Over time, Lando Norris has built a reputation for himself. No longer was he seen as the cute, innocent guy who just wanted to drive cars. He found himself having the reputation of being a party-goer man whore, to put it nicely. Whenever the paparazzi or fans spotted him, he would either be out clubbing or with a new girl walking the streets of Monaco. He was consistent with being inconsistent. 

This probably wouldn't have been a big problem if he weren't always on podiums or if McLaren were in the state they were in his rookie days. With his growing popularity and the rocketship McLaren created overnight, he found himself being caught by paparazzi and fans more often. 

The thing about Lando was that if something made him happy, he was going to do it. He put his mental health at the top of his list. Partying with friends in Ibiza and playing DJ every now and then brought him happiness, but he could see how being spotted with a new girl every outing was a bit much. So much so that his PR manager had to have a sit-down with him. 

"I don't want to tell you how to live your life, but it's my job how you look living your life." 

"I know. They're not even serious relationships." He felt uncomfortable having this conversation. Now he saw why Max was never seen in the public eye. 

"That's the problem, Lando. They are not serious. You need something serious in your life." The tone dripping from her mouth was something he didn't like. She was up to something. 

"And what would that be?"

"Have someone constant in your life, and I don't mean friends. Maybe a girl you stick with for more than 2 weeks." 

"You want me to have a PR relationship?" No way he was hearing this right. He thought PR relationships were just a thing the fans created when they saw two people who didn't seem to have much chemistry with each other, but were somehow dating. 

"Well, yes. It doesn't have to be a random girl you meet at the club. Please don't do that. Do you have someone in your life who wouldn't mind doing this for you?" 

"Do I have to do this?" 

"Just until we can wipe the image clean from you, and the focus will be on you winning races and fighting in the championships." Her voice was stern, and no hint of it being a joke was found. 

That's how Lando found himself pacing in front of you in your living room. He looked like a madman, and you stared at him like he was one. You knew he didn't have the squeaky clean image he had a few years ago, but you didn't know it was this bad that his team was proposing a fake relationship. And the fact that he came to you out of all people? Was there no one else he could vent his dilemma to? 

"Why are you telling me this?" You had a small guess on why he came to you, but the last thing you wanted to do was jump to conclusions. 

"I'm asking you to be that girl for me." 

"Me? Your PR girlfriend?" You asked slowly to make sure you were hearing right. Sometimes you couldn't take the man in front of you seriously, but this didn't seem like one of his stupid rambles. He looked 5 seconds away from ripping his hair out of his scalp. 

"Yes. All you need to do is come with me on race weekends. Nothing beyond that....I think." He made it sound like it was the easiest thing to do, but his face betrayed him, and he probably shared the same concerns you had. 

"Why me? Don't you have, like other friends or flings, that you like enough to keep up the image for a few months?" 

"No, I don't have 'flings', you muppet. That's too messy. Besides all the other girls that I know are in relationships, you're the only one that's not."

"Wow, you know how to make a girl feel special, Norris." You rolled your eyes at the backhanded comment. You know he didn't mean it in a bad way, but pointing it out still stung a bit.

"I didn't mean it like that." His eyes softened at the thought of insulting you. That was not what he meant to do, especially while asking you this huge favor that you had every right to say no to. 

"What do I get out of this?" You asked, making the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk at the interest in the proposal. 

"Coming to all the races for free?"

"I can easily ask you for a pass, and you'd say yes." There's been a handful of races you attended, and even more where Lando invited you out of the blue. Not that attending the races wasn't a treat in itself, but if you were going to do this for him, you were getting something else out of it.  

"Tell me what you want." 

"Ask McLaren to get me a new car."

"You want me to ask my bosses to get YOU a car? I could just buy one for you." He scoffed at the idea of asking his job to get you a car when he could give you one of his or buy you your own. Not like he didn't have the money for it. You could even take one of his if you wanted to. You had free rein of his garage anyways. 

"It was their idea, right? Let them spend the money, not you." 

"What if I have to owe them in the future? McLarens aren't cheap." 

"Well, you said it yourself, you have the money. Get to asking, baby." You smirked, making him groan, but not before catching the nickname.

His eyes lit up, hearing your silent agreement. "Wait, does that mean you'll do it?" 

"Better start asking Zak for my car."

When you agreed to be Lando's "girlfriend," you didn't know what that would entail. Sure, the occasional holding hands, walking into the paddock, maybe a kiss on the cheek when cameras were around. It's not like you and Lando were not close; it was the fact that you were too close. There have been many late nights when he'd picked you up for a ride to get his mind off things, or times he would seek you out in a room filled with your other friends, so why was this different? 

The difference was that you both knew it was fake, just for the camera and his image. Nothing beyond a role. Every time he would rest his head on your shoulders while you were talking to someone or subconsciously find your hand in the crowd, you had to remind yourself it was just for show, nothing more. 

It wasn't any easier on Lando. When he asked you, he thought it would be easier and natural - it was too easy and natural. He might have lied when he said you were the only person who could pose for him. He had other friends who would do it just for shits and giggles, but his mind immediately went to you when his PR asked if he had anyone in mind. There was something so organic and calming about you. The one thing in his life that slowed him down was you. 

"You make it look too real," he heard Oscar's voice as they were walking to meet everyone for the driver's parade. Oscar was the only one, besides the big bosses, who knew your relationship was just a PR stunt. Oscar couldn't help but laugh at his teammate for putting himself in this position. 

"What are you talking about?" Lando knew what he was talking about, but he didn't want to converse about the topic so openly or at all. 

"Your 'relationship.' Both of you looked like you didn't want to let go." He wanted to wipe the smirk off of Oscar's face, but deep down, he knew there was truth to the statement. 

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure, not like I'm the one with the actual girlfriend." The Aussie let out a chuckle before walking into place with Charles. 

As months went by, it got harder to pretend. At this point, the headlines strayed away from Lando's playboy lifestyle and moved onto your relationship and how well he was doing in the championship battle against Oscar. Some articles even went as far as crediting you for the success. This is the point where you wondered how much longer the relationship will last. Surely, he didn't need you anymore to improve his image. And when the whole thing would 'end', it's not like you'd disappear. You were sure you and Lando would still be spotted out with each other like normal before all of this happened. 

The thing is, you didn't know if you wanted it to stop. Over the last few months, you and Lando have grown closer, not just in the public eye. The hotel rooms you'd share were filled with late-night gaming or a random movie to decompress. You started going out on days that weren't the weekend just because you got used to the other's company. It was getting too comfortable when you didn't have to put on an act. There was a part of you that said you fell for him and that it wasn't just pretend. Thoughts ran in your head about whether it could be real, if Lando felt the same way you did, or if he was just good at doing what his bosses wanted. 

The week of Silverstone came, and you knew this week was the most special for Lando. Not only was it his home race, and his entire family and friend group would be in the garage, but also his grandstand, which he's been talking about doing forever. You knew how nervous he was about planning it, but seeing it sell out instantly made him excited. He was nonstop talking about it since they gave him the go-ahead to do it. 

Currently, you are with Max and Pietra watching Lando interact with a small group of fans who won paddock access. He had the biggest smile on his face, and in turn, you couldn't help but smile at the sight. Him being happy made you happy. 

"You know, out of all the years I've known both of you, I've never seen you both so happy," Max mumbled softly enough for only you to hear. You were surprised that Lando didn't share with his bestfriend that this whole thing was a stunt - you sure did with your best friend. 

"He's right - I don't think I've seen you enjoy being in a relationship." Pietra chimed in, overhearing what her boyfriend said. 

"It's still early in the relationship, guys." You tried to brush it off, not liking lying to your closest friends. 

"You're full of it and you know it. There has been this unspoken tension between the two of you for years - you just decided to do something now." 

The look you gave him was a puzzling one: "What are you talking about?" 

"Wait, you guys didn't confess how long you have been attracted to each other, even though you're both together now." It was Max's turn to have a puzzled look on his face. He thought you'd at least tell each other how long you had feelings for each other; no use keeping secrets when you're already together. 

"Max, I literally have no clue what you are talking about."

Suddenly, you heard Lando break the three out of your conversation. He waved you over to what looked like fans who wanted to meet you. "BABY! COME HERE!"

Plastering a smile on your face, ignoring Max and Pietra, you made your way over to Lando and the group of fans. Like it was second nature, he planted you in front of him, guiding your waist with his hands, and just left it there. Max and Pietra looked on with knowing smirks. Even if you guys were still oblivious to the fact that this has been a growing thing, they knew the truth. 

It seemed you had everyone convinced that both of you were madly in love. The other wags invited you out to a bunch of brunches whenever you didn't need to be by Lando's side. He was always seen glued to your side, and you had even been invited to family dinners when his family would attend the races. It's been half a year; half of the season has gone by with this story. Half a year pretending for the cameras. 

Lando didn't know how long he had to keep this up; his PR manager didn't really give him a timeline, only saying he needed to keep up the image till the Playboy headlines died. That was 4 months ago. He technically could have ended it and was sure that PR wouldn't mind, but he was selfish. He wanted to keep up this carade for as long as he could because this was the most fun he'd had. He had been the happiest and most laid-back he had ever been. Maybe it was his eyes deceiving him or too blind by his own bliss, but he could tell you were just as happy as he. Never once put up a fight, no falling out, no complaining, no nothing. You showed up to everything with a smile and stuck by his side for this stupid stunt. There was no beating around the bush with you - if you didn't like something, you'd tell him. 

Now, here both of you were sitting on someone's yacht, during his summer break. One, he insisted you come on. It didn't take much to convince you because in these past few months, you found it harder to say no to him. 

With all the seats on the deck empty and everyone being scattered throughout the boat or in the water, there was no need for you guys to be so close. Your legs splayed across his lap while his hand drew mindless circles on your thighs. It felt so natural that you didn't think to shoo him away when he came over and lifted your legs to sit next to you. 

The only noise seemed to be distant yelling from those in the water and the speaker playing music softly over the coms of the boat. None of you spoke a word and didn't need to. The silence was welcoming after so many months of noise. 

When you looked over to Lando, you saw him already looking at you with a soft smile on his face. The sight made your heart race, and you were thankful he couldn't hear it. If your cheeks weren't heated from the sun, they would be now with the way he was looking at you. 

"You know you don't need to look at me like that right now. There's no cameras, and everyone else is nowhere to be seen." 

"I don't think I want to look away." His famous smirk made its way to his lips, the one you and the world have grown to love. If anyone else looked at him, they would think he was teasing, but you knew the truth behind his words. His tone gave away what his face tried to hide. 

"So...when do we stop pretending?" Before you could even think, the question came out—one that needed to be answered soon, but not right now. The moment could have continued, but here was your mouth speaking your mind for you. 

Lando was taken off guard. Soon his smirk disappeared, and his shoulders seemed to tense. He looked away, staring at the water, but made no move to get away. He looked like he was contemplating his words. 

"You know how we're supposed to act like we're in love? I don't know when I stopped acting." The moment he looked back at you, you saw how scared he was to say it. Like, he didn't want to ruin the bubble that was whatever PR stunt this was. 

Time seemed to pass slowly, and it felt like you were staring at each other forever. Him waiting for an answer, and you waiting for him to say he was kidding, and a smirk will break out any second. But that never came, and you knew he was telling the truth. As time passed, you could see that your silence was driving him crazy, and how he slowly started to regret saying anything. 

"Forget I sai-" 

"I don't know when I stopped acting either. I don't know if I was truly acting. When you asked me to be your fake girlfriend in my living room, I hoped it was because you thought there was something there, or could be something."

"That's exactly why I picked you. That dumb excuse of not knowing anyone else was just that, a dumb excuse. I wanted you to say yes so bad I did all that not to scare you off." The confession rolled off his tongue with ease. He didn't need to make up anything because that was the truth. 

"You've done a lot of things that should have scared me off by now, but you didn't. I'm still here." 

"Not even this whole thing we got stuck in?" 

"Nothing could drive me away, Norris." 

A moment passed with you guys just wearing goofy smiles on your faces. No one was looking away this time, and neither of you could if you wanted to. It was finally starting to feel real, like there was no pressure to look at each other a certain way anymore. 

"You can kiss me now," you mumbled, feeling bolder and confident in your words than before. 

"What?" 

"You've wanted to do this the whole time. For the past minute, your eyes kept flickering to my lips." Truth be told, you wanted to kiss him just as badly. You've been making all the first moves with your words, but you wanted him to make the physical first move. 

"No- I wasn't- I was jus-" 

"Just kiss me already." Once that left your mouth, he leaned in, cupping your jaw to meet him halfway. The kiss felt like years of built-up finally dissolving. All the tension in your body melted away the longer the kiss went on. Your hands found the soft curls at the back of his head, needing to hold onto him somehow. 

When he pulled away, his smile was bigger than before. It replicated the one he wore when he won Miami. Wide and toothy. You smile, matching his, and you couldn't help but giggle. "You know, Max said you've been wanting me for years." 

"And you made me suffer this whole time?" he groaned, not believing Max had one rated out and two that you knew. 

"He told me at Silverstone. I didn't believe him till now." 

"How about I reassure you some more?" he teased, already leaning in for another kiss. 

"Not objecting." 

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❯❯❯❯the grid: not the favorite

prompt: you tell him he's not your favorite driver

includes: MV1, LN4, CS55, CL16, LH44, OP81

a/n: reader doesn't say who favorite driver is expect for oscar's part

warnings: the guys getting offended-my favorite genre, mentions of crashing

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MV1 - tells the whole world

To be fair it wasn't your fault. A fan asked you who your favorite driver was while you stood next to Max as he signed some stuff. Without even thinking you said a name other than your boyfriend. The whiplash from Max and the hundred cameras on you caught you off guard and only then you were aware of what you admitted.

“How is a 4 time world champion not your favorite? Your 4 time world champion boyfriend!” Max asked as soon as the door to his drivers room closed.

"I'm sorry! I was just answering a question!" You couldn't help but laugh and Max took this as a personal attack.

"Unbelievable." He muttered walking into the garage.

He sulks the rest of the week. Tells everyone from mechanics to interviewers, “yeah I’m not my girls favorite driver. Guess I should retire.” 

LN4 - pouts and bargains

At first he asked because he wanted to feed his ego. You knew this and you knew how to play him. So when you said it wasn't him he thought you were joking and rolled his eyes, but when you confirmed you wasn't joking he whole face dropped.

“Who’s better than me! Sure Lewis and Max but I’m great too!”

"I didn't say you weren't. You're amazing babe." You clarified but it did nothing to ease his mind.

"But i'm not your favorite!"

Thinks about it all day. Nothing else is on his mind. Even when you both get ready for bed he asks "what is it going to take for me to be your favorite?"

CS55 - dramatic

It started with showing him a picture, your favorite picture of your favorite driver. He chuckle and agreed it was a cool picture but said "Didn't know you were obsessed with someone thats not your favorite."

"Um he kind of is?"

He was silent, stared at you in disbelief. He didn't even blink, didn't even move. He spoke slowly and soft, “Do I retire now? What's the point of doing this anymore?”

"You're not going to retire drama queen. If it helps, you're my favorite underdog?"

"UNDERDOG? I raced for all the big teams! I raced for Ferrari! Ay dios mio." He mumbled, now up off the couch pacing around like he's contemplating his life choices.

"Hey at least my favorite race is singapore '23!"

"That was a great race." he mumbled almost like it was to reassure himself.

CL16 - drastic and dramatic (ferrari boys being dramatic)

You knew Charles was dramatic. Which is why you hid who was your favorite driver. It's not like he asked. He just assumed it was him. That was until he did bring it up.

"How does it feeling dating your driver?" He was cocky about it. Maybe his version of pillow talk. Who knows. Which made it hurt harder when you dropped the bombshell.

"Uhh I wouldn't know." You shrugged, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. But no matter how you said he would still react the same.

"Shunting my car every race would hurt less."

"Oh my god."

"DNFing every practice, qualiy, sprint, race. Anything you name it. Even when i'm driving around monaco i'm going to crash."

"Well helps that you can't park." you couldn't help but tease him.

"DO YOU HATE ME?!"

LH44 - cocky

It started off when Charles and Alex asked how you got into F1. They expected you to say it was because Lewis, but no. You had a whole lore about how one driver pulled you in. From there Charles teased Lewis about it.

When you both were back in your hotel room the first thing out of his mouth was “I’m literally the best racer in the world since senna. People flock to me and you're here saying you don’t care about me?”

At first you were caught off guard. The whole day he was his usual self. Joking and loving on you, but now it's like something switched.

"Excuse me?"

"Just wondering who else is better than me." He shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"No one?"

"Exactly. So tell me why i'm not your favorite."

OP81 - understanding and acceptance

Lunch with his sister always caused chaos for Oscar. He was used to it. Anything he was hit with was expected. If someone said they were pregnant he wouldn't even bat an eye and stroll on like it was a normal day.

So when the topic of drivers came up each sister was talking about who they liked to watch besides Oscar during a race.

"Of course I like watching Lewis since he's my favorite" the comment was offhanded. You were simply making the conversation flow.

"Wow hear that Oscar, you're not her favorite." Hattie teased while the two other sisters laughed along.

“I mean sure. I guess. Don’t really have any championships under my belt.” He shrugged agreeing with you. It broke you heart that he didn't see himself good enough just because he didn't have a championship. It's not he had a million fans around the world.

"Wait no, it's not because of that! I just started watching when he was dominating and I really liked Mercedes. They looked cool and he looked. But now i'm full fledge papaya and committed to 81." You rushed out as the 3 Piastri sisters laughed harder at your attempt to fix it.

"Don't worry, I'll win that championship soon." he winked at you to show he wasn't hurt, more amused than anything.

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❯❯❯❯the grid: how they act when drunk

prompt: how they act when theyre drunk

includes: MV1, LN4, CS55, CL16, LH44, OP81

a/n: REQUESTED. This was hard for the drivers i've seen proof of being drunk, and easier for ones I didn't.

warnings: intoxication. suggestive (for Carlos' part), accidents mentioned (Lando's part), not well proofread

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

MV1 - Fun + Funny

The only time he doesn’t think of himself as Champion Max Verstappen and just Max while in public.

Everyone has seen Max drunk, and everyone loves it. It’s why they always try to get him to go out. Everyone wanted a chance to be around 'Drunk Max.' 

You loved drunk max. When you knew he was going to drink the night away, you tried hard to stay sober so you could remember everything. (Also, so you could record him and use it as blackmail material.)

One time at a club in Ibiza, you and Max were out with all your friends. The night started off normally with max crackling jokes and telling animated stories using his hands. After about 5 vodka crans and 4 rounds of shots, drunk max was here to party.

"We should pop fireworks!" he exclaimed. Every drunk person cheered him on while you just sat with a puzzled face.

"Baby, we don't have fireworks."

"Wait....I know a guy!" Quickly, he pulled out his phone to make a call. Before you knew it, someone showed up with a pack of fireworks as he ushered everyone outside to witness it.

Of course, drunk max would think to pop fireworks, and of course, he knew a guy who could get them. At least he wasn't breaking down any doors with a hammer.

LN4 - Messy + Accident Prone

He always had the personality of a little kid in a toy store. Sober or not. But it seemed that when he had alcohol in his system, it was as if he was staying overnight in that said toy store - the place being a mess, and somehow, injuring himself.

To others, it may seem like his actions weren't much different from sober him. Sober Lando ate expired food, while drunk Lando almost accidentally stabbed himself with a plastic fork while he was eating chili cheese fries you gave him to sober up.

“It’s like you don’t even know how to eat.” You chuckled as he pouted when he missed the container by a margin.

“I-I…help?”

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” 

Trying to feed him was like trying to feed a baby. Even though you had control of the food, somehow chili ended up on the corners of his mouth, and non-melted pieces of cheese were falling down his shirt.

By the end of the night, he’s wearing someone else’s glasses, the ones he came with you’re wearing because he insists they look cooler on you, while he's holding on to you for dear life, trying not to trip and fall. He fell earlier trying to go down the steps to the bathroom.

CS55 - Touchy Feely

Carlos claims he’s way too old to get drunk and party anymore. Until he wins a Grand Prix, he suddenly forgot what he said. 

The night started out like any other. Both of you are nursing a drink in your hand for the first hour while mingling. After a while, you made your way to the dance floor with some of the girls. From your spot on the dance floor, you could see the shots Carlos was pounding back and how his drink was never empty. You knew he was going to be plastered. That was when you decided to slow your pace. 

Around 30 minutes later, he joins you on the dance floor, arms wrapped around your waist and head buried into your neck. If you hadn’t memorized his arms and the scent of his cologne, you would have pushed him away. 

A few songs later, his hands start roaming over your stomach, your hips, and thighs. That was your cue that both of you needed to get off this dance floor, or he would do something crazy where everyone could see you.  

When you made it to your booth, he pulled you on top of him. Both his arms have you in a bear hug; you have nowhere to go. And like clockwork, his lips find any piece of your skin. Your shoulder, face, lips, and neck. He couldn’t care who was looking; he probably thought you both were alone and not in a packed club. 

“Bubba, wanna go home?” You asked, trying not to give in to his loving touch. One of you needed to be sensible.

Just for a moment, he pulls away to look at you. Those cute brown eyes everyone compliments are now full of lust behind them. “Take me to bed, mi amor.”

CL16 - Shy + Awkward

This man is awkward already. Awkward smile, awkward laugh, awkward posture. The first time you saw him drunk, you were trying to help him relax and open up. Well, turns out alcohol doesn’t help with that. Not for him.

The more he drank, the quieter he got. Four drinks in, he was just humming to the songs, not even singing them like he was when you first arrived. 

When someone would come up to him, he wouldn’t know how to keep up a conversation. All his responses were limited to ‘mhhh’ and ‘yeah’. If he tried to say more than two words, he would fumble and make it seem like it was his first time discovering what a sentence was. 

Someone could be talking to him about tyre strategies and how he pulled off staying out for 5 more laps, and his response would be “yeah- I mean…slicks right?” You had no idea what he was trying to say, and neither did the person who was talking to him, but to Charles, it made sense.

When that person walks away, you turn to him, a tease already on your tongue: “Who knew how shy you are while you’re drunk.” 

This man turns as red as his Ferrari suit. You’ve never seen him this shade ever before. He turned to look anywhere but you because if he did, he couldn’t stop heating up and smiling from being so affected by you. 

LH44 - Bragging (about you)

He doesn’t get drunk, and there are only a few times you could count where he has. He sees his body as a temple and is very careful what goes past his lips. The few times you have seen him plastered, he’s pulling you everywhere, bragging about you.

To catch this man drunk, you’d have to turn back in time to 2012. The sighting was so rare you could count on less than one hand the times you’ve seen him pass the point of “tipsy.” 

He didn’t even get drunk in his own house. Two glasses of wine will always be his limit. He claims he’s too old and that one of the two of you needs to be sober to take care of the other.

But when he does manage to feel intoxicated, you'd better hope no one there hates you because you're all this man will talk about. You were going to be mentioned in every conversation this man had with every single person there that night. 

“The team is looking to get better upgrades after the break I heard.”

“You know my girl said I should be meaner. Like on the radio and stuff. Said I don’t deserve that kind of treatment, and she’s usually right. She’s right about everything.”

He’s saying all that with you hanging off his arms while he has you in a death grip, refusing you to go anywhere. His answer makes you face-palm. Thankfully, the guy was a good sport and couldn’t help but laugh himself while agreeing with Lewis. 

You were convinced that night everyone knew about you than every before and it wasn’t even from you talking, it’s because Lewis couldn’t stop talking. 

OP81 - Agrees to everything you say

This man follows you around like a dog on a leash. Never in front of you, always in the back so he can watch you. Whenever you guys go out, you're the undecided leader. 

He’s also a lightweight. He can handle a few beers here and there, but once you get hard liquor in him, it’s over.

As the night wears on, with Oscar having one arm always around you, you find out quickly that he will agree to anything you ask of him. 

Oscar usually only drank a one liquor and soda combo. Nothing fancy and nothing that involves different types of alcohol mixing all in one. You, on the other hand, only drank those toxic waste of drinks. So when you decided to test the theory of him saying yes to everything, you started out with drinks. 

“Oscar, baby, wanna try my drink?” You asked with the sweetest voice and angelic smile on your face. You tried hard because the drink in your hand was Long Island, and it included every liquor known to man inside. He nodded before you helped him with the straw so he could have a sip. 

“How was it?” You asked, seeing as he didn’t make a face. He was too far gone to be affected by the taste anymore. 

“Taste good.” He smiled down at you, seemingly not knowing that he took something he always nagged you about for drinking. 

"Think you could skip training with Lando tomorrow?"

"Anything you want, baby." He gave you a goofy smile that you couldn't help but giggle at. He was so far gone from reality.

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❯❯❯❯the grid: missing you

prompt: things he does to let you know he misses you

includes: MV1, LN4, CS55, CL16, LH44, OP81

a/n: I would really love if these things happened to me, just putting it out in the universe

warnings: simp shit

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

MV1 - he watched/listened to something you recommended

It was impossible to get Max to do something he didn't want to. He was stubborn. Sure, he'll sit with you and watch a movie you picked during movie night, and listen to your music when the speaker blasts, but would admit he doesn't really give his full attention.

There is one exception. When he's been away from you, he remembers everything you've ever said. What's a better way to be connected to you without you being there in person?

'i watched sinners on the plane ride. pretty good'

He never says much, but you do. You would break out into an in-depth analysis with full passion. Another reason he didn't mind doing it. Hearing you ramble brought a smile to his face.

'finally listened to the SZA album you've been begging me to hear'

He's talking about Ctrl. When you found out he didn't listen to it, you went on a rant. But now you were telling him your ranking of every song. It was worth spenidng hours on something just to see you get excited about it.

LN4 - plays your spotify playlist

One thing you and Lando bonded over was music. Both being the designated DJs of your friend group.

You always had the Spotify tab open, never a moment you went without it. You also liked to stalk what your friends were listening to. When Lando noticed this he decided to start listening to your playlist in hopes you'd notice.

When you first noticed you immediately texted him, calling him out on why he was listening to it all of a sudden. All you got was a text back saying 'reminds me of you'

He only played your playlist when he was away and you would text him more often just to talk about songs on your playlist. Never mind that he already had your favorite songs saved in his already.

CS55 - sends you reminders throughout the day

Carlos was already the dotting and attentive boyfriend. But when he was away? Oh he took it to another level. Every hour was something new.

'It's cold in Monaco today, take my sweater on the couch'

'Drink water and ditch the coffee, its probably your fourth cup'

'Take a break from work, i ordered you lunch'

At first it took you off guard and you probably ignored half the things he texted you. Of course you drank water throughout the day and dressed appropriately for the weather. But when you noticed the pattern of the reminders with him being away it brought a smile to your face. He was thinking about you and missing you more.

CL16 - sends pictures of anything and everything

Often times Charles was too busy to talk so when you'd ask him where he was or what he was doing he'd snap a simple picture with no other follow up text.

Then he started doing it more often when he was away. You didn't even need to ask or send a text first. He was always a step ahead of you.

Snapping a picture of him in his sim rig. Another of a picture on the wall at ferrari HQ. A mirror selfie when he went to use the bathroom. His empty protein bar wrapper? He even took a picture of Ollie mid bite holding a sandwich.

That was all in one day. He would do that every single day you were both apart until he saw you again.

LH44 - uses Roscoe as an excuse.

At first he started to notice you would text back right away if Roscoe was mentioned as opposed to waiting awhile if he just casually texted. So when he was missing you and needed to hear you right away he would just throw Roscoes name in there.

'hows roscoe been? doing good?'

'i hope our boy isnt giving his mama too much toruble'

'roscoe called to tell me that you miss me'

He even used roscoe in a conversation when you were away and he was home with the dog.

'Roscoe says you should come home right now'

'Roscoe said he wants cuddles with his mama'

'If you care, roscoe and I are bored without you.'

He wasn't exactly slick about it but that wasn't his intention. His intention was to let you know he was missing you.

OP81 - starts sending voice memos

He wasn't the biggest texter. Much preferring to call or be in person. Anything to hear your voice. But when he had to leave and couldn't be on his phone to hold a conversation he would send voice memos.

'Hey, just got out of a meeting. Lando almost fell asleep...again. Were going to head into a bit of testing now. I might be awhile before i can talk again. You know how testing goes. So ummm, love you. Hope you're having a good day.'

One day when you sent a voice memos back, he was obsessed and started to send more so you had a reason to send him some.

Each time you'd sent him one back he fought the urge to send one right after. (That would be a phone call at that point). He loved hearing your voice and would save every single one. Even if you were talking about how you spilt coffee on you and almost tripped over nothing.

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❯❯❯❯the grid: pranks involving wealth

prompt: pranks but make it about money

includes: MV1, LN4, CS55, CL16, LH44, OP81

a/n: saw this cute couple on tiktok with these types of videos and i got ideas

warnings: the guys getting offended. money talk

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

MV1 - can't afford to renew lease

You didn't prank max often, but when you did he fell for it. Especially with the relationship being a year old. Maybe it was the honeymoon phase or maybe he was just that into you.

The plan for this prank was simple. Tell him you couldn't renew your lease and you don't know what to do about it.

"Everything okay?" He looked at your panic'd face after getting off the call with your "landlord"

"Um yeah, forgot my lease is up next month and I don't think I can afford it."

“Just move in with me, you basically live here and you don't have to worry about paying for anything." He said it in the most nonchalant way. Like it didn't even phase him. Okay that was unexpected.

"Your kidding."

"No? what kind of question is that. I was going to ask you to move in with me anyways. This just so happens to speed up the process."

The prank didn't go as planned, but who knew the outcome would be so great.

LN4 - paying for dinner before he can

It was a rare day of just staying in. No work for either of you and no events to attend. Perfect day to add some chaos.

"Want to order out for dinner? I'm too lazy to cook," you quipped, knowing he was going to agree.

"Sure, anything you want."

"Chinese? I know you want springrolls."

"You already know." He winked before standing up to retrieve his wallet. Since you already had the order saved it was easy as two clicks of a button.

"Here baby." He came back holding his card up to you.

"I already paid." He looked at you like you had grown two heads. Maybe he didn't hear that right.

"What now?"

"I paid, you know with money."

"Your money?"

"Well, I ordered it on my phone so...." You tried your hardest to hide the smirk that wanted to come out just by seeing his face alone.

"Why are you paying for dinner. That’s my job to pay for anything and everything. Your job is to sit and look pretty.”

"i have money too Lando."

"Probably blood money. Don't do that again."

CS55 - don't want to work anymore.

Pranking Carlos was one of the easiest things to do. The way he got so confused each time was priceless.

This time around it was a simple prank that didn't make it obvious it was a prank.

"I want the world to swallow me right here right now." you sighed dramatically, flopping on your shared bed while he was lounging scrolling on his phone.

"What's wrong, mi amor?"

"Work is stressing me out, I don't even want to go in tomorrow."

"Then don't work. If it stresses you out, quit. I have enough to take care of us and more.”

"Umm what?"

"You said you're stress and I'm saying I can take of you. Its my job as your husband, no?"

You originally didn't plan on leaving your job but now the offer sounded tempting.

CL16 - buying something you want after getting his input

Often when you would shop with Charles nearby, you didn't have to pull out your card. He was already there sliding it to you. It made in person shopping with him challenging so when you moved onto online shopping it made it easier.

But since you were never explicit with telling him you were online shopping, now was the perfect chance to execute.

"Baby, what do you think of this dress? Cute right." You said turning your computer to show him.

"That's very cute. Do they have it in more colors?"

"Yeah I think a baby blue. Perfect for a yacht day right."

"You read my mind. Buy it." He smiled before standing up to reach for is wallet that was on the end table opposite of the couch.

"Okay done." You smile before he can even turn back.

“Oh great you have my card saved."

"Umm I don't. I have MY card saved."

"Wait what do you mean you brought it with your card. Why are you paying for it when i'm right here. You literally have a boyfriend and a bank all rolled in one.” 

"I don't see you as my bank Charles."

"Well you should."

LH44 - how many likes to get a bag

The trend was everywhere on tiktok. You couldn't escape it. Honestly, it was fun to watch. It got you to think if Lewis would give in. He was fairly active on social media, so maybe he saw the trend. Just switch it up since you wanted to see his reaction in person.

"Hey, how many followers on instagram do I need to get this bag?" You flipped your phone to show a Chanel bag that was on the more expensive side.

"What are you talking about followers? Are they going to buy it for you? No. I am. Stop being difficult and get my wallet.” 

Well that backfired. But you shouldn't be surprised. This man could buy every purse in the world if he wanted to. And if you said you wanted it he would make it happen by tomorrow.

OP81 - not having enough to finish school

Having known Oscar since secondary school. He's seen how brilliant you are and has been your biggest supporter since you got into your dream college. He, for one, took your school very seriously, which is why this was going to be an easy prank.

On the brink of your last semester, the only thing you really had to focus on was your internship for your final capstone project. Easy and simple which is why you haven't been stressing to Oscar about school work until today.

"I'm honestly going to freak out right now." You played into the roll by slamming your computer shut and tossing it next to you on the couch.

"What is it?"

"I probably wont graduate. I thought I paid off all my tuition but I guess not. The payment is due by the ending of this week and I don't have the money right now for it."

“Wait it’s not paid off? Hold on, how much is it. I should have asked this a long time ago.” He grumbled trying to reach for you computer with one hand while fetching out his wallet from his pocket with the other.

"What do you think you're doing." You quickly snatched the computer from his grasp.

"Paying for it?"

"No I don't need you to."

"Well you need to graduate. You worked way to hard for this." he argued already being fed up with your little act.

"It was a prank! Of course I paid off my school." You gave him a smile to which he just rolled his eyes while fighting off a smile.

"Wanna cause drama for nothing." he mumbled.

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i got you - CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k+

Summary: She's learning how to let go and Carlos is with her every step of the way

Warning: depressed reader, talks of depression, hurt/comfort, crying, all the sad stuff

A/N: veryyy self insert

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

Carlos could see the tired, defeated, and depressed look in your eyes. The way your smile doesn't meet your eyes anymore when you come home from work. The way you don't spill work gossip, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. The way your passion projects was passing comments if he asked about it, instead of being told at the dinner table. There was no fire in you anymore; the spark you once had all turned to ash. 

You were one of the lucky few to find a job you loved and looked forward to seeing the same people every day. It helped that you grew up with the people you worked with. Your older sibling started there as his first job. Everyone there either knew you as a little girl coming to pick up or drop off your brother with your mom, or a colleague they've grown to love. 

Carlos hated seeing something you loved turn into something you couldn't stand to be around. The light left your eyes, and it felt more like an obligation than anything. He knew how much it was affecting you because he's had nightmares about one day waking up not being in love with racing anymore. That terrified him, so he could only think of how bad you're hurting. 

There have been hours and days when you would devote all your time there. If you weren't at home, you were at work. Staying after hours with the rest of your co-workers, you called family. They were, in a way, your family, the people you grew up with and knew a lot of things about you. 

He wanted to tell you to quit, that he had enough to take care of you. That he would love that you had more free time to come and watch races. But he knew it wasn't that easy. If someone told him to quit racing just because he wasn't happy with it anymore, he would yell at them - it wasn't easy to walk away from spent you've spent your whole life working for. 

The last straw was when he came home early from meetings. He managed to convince the team that the meetings could happen later, closer to race day. Honestly, he wanted to go home and wait for you. Between the number of meetings he's been in and that it was the busy time of the year for you, he hardly saw you at all besides going to sleep in bed. 

As he was about to walk into the bedroom to shower, he heard sniffles. Slowly opening the door, he saw you sitting on the bed with more tears than he's ever seen out of you streaming down your face. Dropping everything he had in his hands, he rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms, which made you cry even harder. 

He let you cry out all your tears until you didn't have any more. There was no way to even get words out in the current state you were in. When he felt your breath even out the best it could and your body stop shaking from all the sobs, he looked down and brushed the hair that was stuck to your skin thanks to the wet tears. 

"What happened?" His voice was soft, a whisper like he didn't want to trigger you again. 

"I can't do it anymore. I can't feel like this every day when I know I deserve better." You looked away before any more tears could stream down; the way he was looking at you made you feel comfortable enough to let tears fall again. 

He chose his next words with intention, and he hoped his tone came out the way he wanted to. "I'm going to say something, and I understand if you get mad, I would too if someone told me this, but you need to leave. It's draining you and pretty soon it's going to consume you, if it hasn't already." 

"I don't know how to." Your voice was broken beyond anything he's heard before. If the room wasn't silent, he wouldn't have heard it. 

"I will be with you every step of the way. I'm not going to leave you to do anything by yourself." He reassured, knowing you needed it. 

"They've been with me for most of my life, they were family before they were coworkers. How do I just walk away from that?"

"I don't know. I can't tell you how, but what I do know is that you will find the passion again. It may take some time, but you will. In the meantime, I've got you. Don't worry about the bills or feeling like you're useless just sitting at home. You can't be the best version of yourself if all aspects of your life don't make you happy." The small circles he was rubbing into your shoulder calmed you down more than you thought they would, and his words eased your mind. Enough to make you want to hash this out all right now. 

"What if I lose them? Not as co-workers, but the bond I've created since I could walk." 

"I can't tell you if you'll lose them, but I can tell you they should understand. If they don't, that isn't your fault. None of this is your fault, cariño."

After what felt like hours, you sighed and nodded, "Okay. This last project is going to be my last. After this week, I'm done." 

"You ready for it?" He wasn't doubting his advice; he just wanted you to do this when you were ready, that way it would make the process easier. 

"No, but if I don't do it now, I'll just make excuses and wait it out. Also, I think my voice of reason is making it better." You gave a small smile that he hadn't seen in weeks. Warmth filled him, and he knew he had made the right choice to tell you to leave. 

"In that case, I think your voice of reason is saying you should join him in Italy next week. You know, just to take your mind off of everything." He teased, which you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Going from being an understanding and comforting teddy bear to sliming his way to get you to go with him to the next race, or a vacation, as he would call it. 

"Of course you'd say that."

"Doesn't hurt to try." His shoulder shrugged while the corners of his mouth formed a smirk. He was confident for someone who didn't get a confirmation. But he knew you'd join him anyway, even if he had to drag you on the plane. 

"But thank you. I didn't know I just needed someone to tell me it was okay and that I'm going to be okay." 

"You don't need to thank me, that's what I'm here for." He pulled you into his chest with a smile on his face. For the first time in months, you can say you finally felt happier. 

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forgiving means acceptance - CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

Summary: She always loved when people remembered the little things about her, but learned to let that go with Charles. Even as far as letting him get away with forgetting the most important date

Warning: hurt to comfort, happy ending, charles lowkey bad bf, forgetting anniversary, sadness, anger

A/N: if this was me this shit would not fly...good thing it ain't. Wasn't going to end it happy but my last CL fic was angst so i decided to make it have a happy ending

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

In previous relationships, you were always one to stress the little things. Good morning and good night texts, remembering your order from your favorite restaurant, and even making sure to put down the toilet seat lid when they were done using it. Everyone who took the time to get to know you knew how you adored and stressed the little details. That all changed when you started dating Charles. 

You knew the challenges of being an F1 driver and being the unofficial Prince of Monaco at that. Agreeing to be his other half meant that you agreed to the lifestyle of it all. This relationship was going to be intense and unlike anything you had experienced before. 

In the first few months, you tried to remind him of the little things and how much it mattered to you. After some time had passed, and trying to show that the little things mattered to you, the reminders fell through. He did try, and he listened, but he was doing so much at once that the little things were never important to him. One thing you learned about him very quickly was that he was the bigger picture type of person. At first, you were a bit annoyed with it, but seeing more of his day-to-day, you've learned to let it go. 

It wasn't like he didn't love you - he absolutely did, and he made sure to tell you that every day. At times, you wondered if he did. Words meant nothing if actions didn't back them up. He should know better than anyone - he could say the team was going good, but if there were no podium results, then that was all for nothing. 

At first, you were angry at him for not paying attention to what you considered important. Then that anger turned into sadness. Many nights, the worries got to you, and you would stay up thinking if he loved you like the way you loved him. You always paid attention to the little details when it came to him and did your best to cater to his love language. Now it was a year later, and you found a way to be numb to it. You still loved him - that hasn't gone away, but after missing your anniversary, you knew that you should fully let go of him ever catering to you. 

It was hard to hide it from the people around you. They noticed how you wouldn't get upset at the man for forgetting things or missing a lunch you had planned. That alone raised some eyebrows, but they let it go, seeing how much you loved him and he loved you. They would think otherwise if they knew he forgot your anniversary two months ago. 

"Hey, what did you and Charles do for your anniversary? Jake and I are coming up on our one year, and I don't know what to do." Your best friend asked while on FaceTime. You were currently in Canada for the Canadian Grand Prix - you figured you'd kill some time while waiting in Charles' driver's room so you both could get something to eat before he needed to be back to reviewing data. 

"Oh, um.. He took me to dinner at this fancy ramen place while we were in Japan." You nervously came up with something on the spot. It wasn't a total lie. The day of your anniversary coincided with the Japanese Grand Prix weekend, and you did eat Ramen, but it was dinner with his brother, Arthur, as well. 

"Well shit not like I can fly to japan for a simple dinner, but maybe we can go to the place we first met." She thought out loud, making you smile at the thought of her putting a lot of consideration into the special date. Romance was still alive and well for some people. 

"That's honestly, really romantic. I say that's the best date."

"Aw, thanks, babes. Hey, I need to go, it's almost midnight here." 

"Please get some sleep - I'm going to grab something to eat and I'll text you when we get back to the hotel. I love you."

"I love you too, Bye!" As soon as the call disconnected, your smile dropped. You hated lying to her, but you would rather shield your feelings away than have your best friend hate Charles for the rest of her life. 

It wasn't like you meant for your smile to drop. It was natural at this point to put on a persona when talking about you and Charles. Quickly, you shook away any doubts, knowing Charles could walk in at any time. You didn't want him worrying about you when he had a race weekend to focus on. 

As you were getting up to collect your things, to find him, there he was waiting by the door with a frown on his face. The thought of him overhearing your conversation didn't cross your mind. The first thing you guessed was something with the car or the team. 

"What's wrong, baby?" You walked up to him, seeing if you could search in his eyes if he was angry or frustrated. Instead, you found sadness and disbelief. 

"I missed our anniversary?" His voice was soft, borderline broken. There was no way he forgot, did he? 

"Don't worry about it - it was a race week, so it's okay." You tried to reassure him, squeezing his hands to let him know it was okay and you weren't mad at him - not anymore at least. 

"No, it's not okay. How could I forget? Why didn't you tell me?" It wasn't an accusatory tone, more like why didn't you say something, get mad at him, cry, or anything. Why didn't you react in any sort of way? 

"You won in Japan and your first win of the season, how could I take that away? Our anniversary wasn't important at that moment." 

"You're wrong, it's more important. What kind of boyfriend am I not to put you first?" He was now getting mad, his voice rising and his tone harsher. Not at you, just at the circumstance, at himself. 

"Racing is your life, it was there before me."

"But you're my future. You shouldn't have let me get away with missing something that important or anything that's going on. I'm so sorry, mon cherie." He pulled you in for a hug with a kiss planted on top of your head. It was to reassure him more than you. 

"It's okay, it doesn't affect me anymore." Sensing you weren't telling the entire he pulled back, looking at you unsure. There was something deeper, and he knew.

"Stop lying to me. Tell me what's going on." 

"I'm learning to accept that not everything is going to be catered to me. Walking into this relationship, I knew what I signed up for. Your fast life doesn't accommodate my needs. But that's okay, I'm learning as I go."

"You've got to help me here." He asked, still not understanding what you were trying to say. 

"I was always the type to stress the little things. The little gestures are what make me the happiest. Like remembering my order from my favorite restaurant or texting me goodnight when we're not seeing each other for the night. I've learned to let it go early on, and I understand how busy you are, so because I've let that go, I've let everything else you do go." The confession felt all over the place, but relieving, it was bottled up for months, and now that it was finally out, it made you feel just a bit better. 

"You let me forgetting our anniversary go." He clarified with the utmost sadness in his tone. 

"Yeah. I know it wasn't because you didn't love me. I know you do. That's why I learned to let it go." 

"Do you ever do that again. I don't care how busy I am, I forget how fast things go, and sometimes things slip. I shouldn't even need you to remind me. Not only for our anniversary, but for things that make you happy. There isn't going to be a next time, but please yell, hit, scream, do anything because I will not accept anything less. Not when it comes to you." He let it all out in one go, and you couldn't help the smile that was forming on the corner of your lips. 

"Okay." You didn't know what else to say. It was everything you wanted to hear, but now you're speechless. 

"Okay, as in you're going to ingrain in my mind everything you deem important. Okay, as in you will yell at me next time. Do it in front of the garage so everyone will give me shit for it." You couldn't help but laugh at the seriousness in his voice. You knew he wanted the team to take him seriously, so him telling you to basically humiliate him was something you didn't think would come out of his mouth. 

"I don't know about the last part, but okay to the first part." 

"I can settle for that." He smiled one of his million-dollar smiles. "So here's the plan. I'm going to win this race, then you and I are going to Greece for a small two-week break. About time you live your mamma mia dreams."

"You remembered?" Looking at him in shock that he remembered your dream vacation spot. Sure, maybe the standards were low at this point, but you were still taken aback. 

"Oh, I'm not that bad of a boyfriend."

"You did forget our anniversary." You teased, making him roll his eyes. Now that he knew the truth, you were going to weaponize it every chance you could, but he didn't mind one bit. 

"I deserve that."

"But Greece sounds great."  You clarified, making his smile widen. 

"Good because I will continue to make this up to you for the rest of our lives." 

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that's the plot of the hangover - LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x gn!reader

Word Count: 600+

Summary: Lando has a crazy dream only for it to sound a bit too familiar

Warning: lose telling of 'the hangover' plot (drugging, drinking, etc)

A/N: pretend Daniel Ric is still on the grid

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

The plane ride from Singapore to Monaco was a long one. The flight was an entirely different experience from the ride here. Max was ever the host, allowing both of you to fly with him, and Daniel kept you all hyped up with his antics. But after that grueling race, everyone was tired and a bit delirious. 

Max immediately fell asleep once the plane took off. Daniel had his Beats on, listening to god knows what. You and Lando sat around not knowing what to do. You waited for him to decide on something before you got committed to a book or show. His body was aching and tired, but his mind was still buzzing. 

So that's when you suggested a movie. Enough to pass at least two hours, and it might make him fall asleep. The movie idea worked. Throughout the movie, he was fighting to stay awake. Every so often, you'd catch him drifting to sleep and reawakening again when the climax of the movie would happen. 

Before you knew it, he was asleep when the credits started to roll. His head fit right onto your shoulder like he had done it a thousand times. A soft smile made its way onto your face, and before you knew it, you were falling into slumber with him. 

Magically, he had slept for almost 12 hours. There was some tossing and turning, but not once had he opened his eyes. You, on the other hand, slept for half of that time. The other six hours were filled with catching up on your TV show, with Daniel joining you, claiming that he was "bored". 

Not too long after you finished the last episode, Lando stirred awake. Blinking away the tiredness and looking around, trying to remember where he was. When he saw you right beside him, his face immediately lit up like he had the most exciting news to tell you.

"You would not believe, I had the craziest dream. Max, Carlos, Oscar, and I were in Vegas for someone's bachelor weekend, and we got so drunk we lost Oscar. We spent the whole day trying to remember what happened to him because, apparently, we were drugged. There was like a tiger in our hotel bathroom that belonged to Mike Tyson out of all people. Then we found a random baby that belonged to a hooker that Max got married to when he was drunk. And then we got arrested because we stole a police car. That was totally crazy and my idea. But guess what! We found Oscar on the rooftop of the hotel! How crazy is that?!" Lando exclaimed all in one breath. You wouldn't know that he just woke up from a 12-hour slumber. Max and Daniel looked over with raised eyebrows while you had a deadpan expression. 

"That's the plot of The Hangover, we literally watched it before you fell asleep." You stated while the two other drivers barked out a laugh.

"Now that you mention it, it does sound familiar." He thought genuinely, not even trying to be funny, which made it all the more funny. 

"I won't be surprised if that actually happened to you in real life." You mumbled, making him whip his head to you in offense. 

"Am I that crazy?"

"You're that reckless."You clarified. 

"I'll take that as a compliment. But not to worry, Max and Daniel will keep me in line when that day happens, right, guys?" The goofy smile was plastered on his face like he had the imaginary situation under control. You couldn't help but shake your head at his confidence. 

"As long as I'm not Stu." Max shrugged, used to Lando's crazy ideas. 

"I wasn't even in your dream, I ain't helping you with nothing." Daniel sassily brushed him off, in typically DR fashion. 

"Oh, come on! I had a limited number of people to bring!" 

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Private Screening - MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warning: Max being oblivious, mention of sad reader

Summary: You really wanted to go to the private screening of the F1 movie, but Max doesn't want to

A/N: messy and all over the place

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

To say you loved movies was an understatement. At any free moment, there was bound to be a movie on. Which is why when they announced they were making a movie about F1 with the same director as Top Gun: Maverick, you were beyond excited. 

The chance to watch them film during the season and also meet the actors made you giddy. Your excitement was more than all the drivers combined, which was hardly any, considering they honestly couldn't have cared less about it. 

Max was one of those who wanted to stay away from the movie. If he had the chance to decline partaking in it, he would have dropped it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for him, his job forced him, and even more so, you would not stop talking about it every time a promo dropped. 

"Do you think you guys will be invited to the premiere or a private screening?" You asked Max one day while watching yet another trailer drop. 

"If we do, I probably won't go," Max said, not even batting an eye. It was off-handed and you knew you shouldn't have made it a big deal, but deep inside, you were a little hurt. 

The next week, it seemed like everyone was talking about the private screening of the movie for everyone who worked in F1, even down to the engineers. Knowing Max would decline meant you wouldn't be able to go; you were sulking whenever the topic was brought up. 

"What's with the sad face?" Charles asked, seeing your face drop as he and Alexandra were talking about what they were wearing to the premiere next week. 

"You're coming right?" Alex inquired, seemingly knowing what was going on, but she wanted you to be the one to say it. 

"I wish. Max doesn't want to go, and Red Bull is giving him an out." The fact that your eyes didn't meet theirs, instead focusing on the drink in front of you, was a sign that it bothered you a lot. 

"Does he know how excited you are for it? I swear it's all you've been talking about last season." 

"He knows, but I don't think he declined the invite to hurt me. He saw an opportunity to get out of going and took it. I know I shouldn't be sad about it, but I'll get over it." 

"Come with us," Charles mentioned. 

"What?" Your eyes snapped up to his in disbelief, thinking he was playing around. Instead, you found a genuine smile. 

"Oh yes! You can hang out with me! It'll be so fun!" Alex exclaimed with a big smile plastered on her face. 

"Are you guys sure? I don't want to overstep." 

"Trust me. It'll be fine." Charles waved off your concern, not showing a hint of worry. 

Leading up to the premiere, you were super happy. No more the gloomy state you were in. Max noticed it, of course, he noticed mostly everything about you. He was curious about the sudden mood change, but didn't chalk it up to anything. Maybe it was just one of those weeks. If it were anything important, he would be the first one you told. 

He didn't ask about it until the night before the premiere. He was lounging on the bed with the cats while you were in the walk-in closet trying to find something to wear. Not like you were going to be photographed, but there might be a picture or two that would be circulated. This was a big deal to you, and you wanted to look as good as you were going to feel. 

"Schatje, are you almost done? I want to relax and I can't do that without you right here in my arms." He yelled out, borderline whining that you weren't in bed with him. 

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes." 

"The race isn't for a few more days, you don't need to look for an outfit right now. Plus, in case you didn't know, it's in the city we live in. No need to rush." He tried again, but to no avail, you didn't come to bed. 

"Not for the race bubs. It's for tomorrow." 

"Going out with the girls?" He wondered, thinking he had forgotten that you mentioned it to him. 

"Yeah, you can say that. Alex and Charles invited me to the F1 movie screening." Hearing that, he got off the bed and made his way to the closest, confused. Did he hear you right? 

"The what?" 

"Remember the private screening for the drivers and crew. Well, since you weren't going, Charles invited me." You shrugged, not making a big deal. It wasn't a big deal anymore, now that you were going. 

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go?" 

"Because you said you weren't going to go before I even had the chance. Even so, you know I've been excited for it, of course, I would want to go." You sighed, looking at him standing in the doorway. It was foolish to think he wouldn't find out, but you didn't know he would make something out of it. 

"I'm sorry, you get excited for practically every movie. I wasn't thinking." He frowned, pulling you into his arms. You knew he felt bad, but there was nothing to hold against him. 

"Don't stress it. I know you don't like media stuff, and you aren't that interested in the movie." 

"Let me take you tomorrow." At this, you chuckled at his sudden urge to wanting to go. He was doing this because he felt bad. You didn't want to force him to go if he really didn't want to, and you know he didn't. 

"Don't be silly. How often do they let you decline something work-related? Plus, I'm going with Charles and Alex." 

"I know you're excited for it, and that's all I need. I'm taking you." The comment came out more as a statement. It was final. He was going to take you no matter how hard you tried to convince him. 

"It's the night before, what are you going to tell the team?" 

"Im Max Verstappen, 4 time world champion. What are they going to do? Decline me?" He had that famous Max Verstappen smugness in his tone. One that would eat everyone up. 

"And your fans say you're humble." You rolled your eyes, and he couldn't help but chuckle. 

Like it was planned all along, you and Max were making your way up the steps of the theater. Cameras flashed from all around you, but you didn't care about any of that. The only thing you cared about was watching the movie. 

"Max! Looks like you made it!" You looked up to the Red Bull social media, Jessica already with a phone fired up in her hand. 

"I did." He said with a slight smile, his way of telling her it was okay to film. 

"Are you excited to see the movie?" She said, holding up the camera to get it all on record.

"My girls' excited about it, so that means I am too." At this comment, you could feel the heat rise to your face, and you tried to look anywhere but the camera. You felt Max's eyes peering down at you, and from he corner of your eyes, you saw Jessica smirking while filming you. Whether it was the bluntness of Max or the numbers it will do on social media, she loved the comment either way. 

"We are glad to have you both." She smiled before ending the video and putting her phone down, thanking you both for the content. 

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up." Charles' voice came in right from behind you guys with Alex on his arm. 

"Did she tell you about the situation?" Max groaned, not liking Charles' smug look. 

"I knew, I just got the confession out of her." Alex shrugged like it was nothing. 

"Well, all that matters is I'm going to have the chance to see the movie a whole month early. Speaking of you guys should hurry up and do press so we can get to the actual movie." You pushed the two drivers away in the direction of where the rest of them were. 

"You practically begged me to come, now you're getting rid of me?" Max couldn't help but tease. 

With a raised eyebrow, you looked at him in disbelief, "If I remember correctly, you begged me to let you take me." 

"Same thing." 

"Will you just go? I'll meet you inside." Rolling your eyes yet again, this pulled a laugh out of him.  

"Save me a seat?" 

"Least I could do." You smiled before he pulled you in for a kiss.