fastandtheformula1

currently in love with matty healy and lando norris

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minors do not interact, my blog is 18+.

20, she /her. in love with matty healy and lando norris.

i post semi weekly (kind of).

requests are open.

about me and my blog

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i write things.

the 1975 masterlist f1 masterlist 5 seconds of summer

the pitt

main masterlist

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need you here

a/n: finally got around to finish this draft good lord it has been in a wip for a while

summary: ross gets into a bar fight and you take him home to clean him up, but all he wanted to do was protect you.

cw: fighting, age gap mention, blood, cursing

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

you almost vomit at the sight of this guy.

“whats a pretty girl like you doin’ all alone?” a man says, getting way too close for your liking.

you weren’t in the mood to be nice. “uh what the hell-? get off me,” you shove him as hard as you could, knocking him into a few people behind him. half of his drink spills onto the floor and you’re not sorry about it in the least. “idiot,” you mumble.

“come on sweetheart.” he laughs as he grabs your arm, bony fingers gripping onto your skin.

ross is next to you in an instant, and you wonder for a split second how he got here so fast.

“touch her again and your face hits the floor next.”

“yeah? and who are you, her dad?”

oh god, you think.

you hear ross’ fist makes contact with the guy’s face and you squint, hearing people gasp at your boyfriend’s actions. it’s a whirlwind of fists hitting faces and pushing and shoving in an instant —you’re sure someone’s night is going to end in the hospital.

onlookers smile and watch the show as punches swing, one landing particularly hard on the other guys’ face.

“ross, stop!” you try.

the sounds of bodies thudding against walls and knocking over a table or two fill the room, then replaced by rowdy shouting— luckily the bartender shouted something at both parties, and now you and ross were making your way back to the car.

***

you sigh at the cabinet as you feel his eyes from behind you. of course ross’ actions came from good intentions, but he went over the top. dramatically. like a blinding marquee with seven different colors dramatic.

you take a look at him, noting his lower lip that’s busted and swollen, accompanied with a bruised eye. it’s yellow and turning green, with a few cuts in his face. ross jolts a little when the plastic first aid kit slams the counter.

“you alright?” he asks, voice rough and thick with hearing your answer.

a half-hearted laugh leaves you, “your lip is bleeding and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

he nods, “mhmm.”

the flat is quiet, a certain buzz between you two that you can’t quite figure. tension? possessiveness? care? you weren’t sure.

“hold still.”

ross softly hisses at the wet towel that makes contact with his lip. he watches as you dab his lip slowly, the pain being replaced with an odd sense of consideration. your hands are shaking, eyes focused on his wounds, but he knows your mind is in another place.

“I didn’t know if he was gonna hurt you.” he admits defensively.

you pulling back as you fidget with the towel in your hands, eyes flickering between him and your hands. “i can handle that sort of stuff myself.”

“just don’t want you to feelin’ unsafe with me around. ever.”

ross didn’t really have a temper, but when it came to you he would say or do whatever to protect you, and tonight proved that.

“I’m sorry, love.”

“it’s okay,” you say truthfully.

ross softly smiles, pulling you close to him. his hands are warm in your hips, steady and firm, lips close to yours.

there’s a softness behind his eyes now, a hint of admiration and longing. he lingers there for a moment, cupping the side of your cheek.

that unknown feeling is gone now, the annoyance, fear, and small amount of anger even.

he gently presses his lips to yours, and it’s warm and comforting. he presses your body close together, tighter, and a slightly painful noise to catch in his throat. you pull back in concern, but he holds you close.

“sorry.” you say.

he winces, like the word reminded him of every action that dented his face. his fingers lightly presses the scar underneath his eye, and a small gasp leaves you.

“ross,” you lean away for a moment, concern in every edge of your face, “your hands.”

he stretches them out, skin broken and dried blood staining his knuckles. ross watches as you wipe the back of his hands, gentle and soft. it aches, but the fact that you’re the one cleaning him up makes it all the better.

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watching the pitt and eating skittles…

I fear this is what my computer is seeing

okay bye

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so like if I hypothetically wrote a fic or two about Langdon and or Whitaker from the pitt would anyone be interested in reading… yes or no

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the people have spoken...

long blurb about your first time make out with whitaker from ‘the pitt’ bc why not

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

he’ll never do anything you’re uncomfortable with until you say something because: 1, he’s a gentleman and 2, you’ve told him about last partners that have jumped to things way more than you were comfortable with which is why you told him you wanted to take it slow, and in that ramble-ey whitaker way he agreed with several mumblings of ‘of course. yeah. of- I’d never…yeah.' he’s mentioned he’s done some stuff with other people, but is more than happy and willing to go at your pace.

the first time you really fool around is in the middle of the night after a movie you’ve chosen hours ago is done, and you wake up to him running his fingers over your neck, to your clavicle, then shoulder like a circuit. he’s done this before — it seems to be a relaxing for him, you figure. you wake up to the sensation, and lift your head to see a dazed but awake dennis. “you alright?”

he hums, shifting closer to you, and after a while tries to calm himself down as you just stare at him. the light from the tv catches him just right, his curls, cute nose, stunning eyes. you smile to yourself as you mount him and he’s caught very off guard.

he places his hands on your hips, “is this okay?”

“if it is with you.”

he nods, breathing you in- your perfume that’s now faded, the shampoo you use- and oh my god the fact that you’re just so sitting on top of him so close and sweetly makes him want to ruin you.

his warm lips run along your neck like he’s done many times, and smiles to himself feeling your heart rate increase. dennis says something before he can even think, voice low but audible.

“you like it when i do that, hm?”

his chest presses into yours and your lips are mere millimeters away. you’ve kissed before, but now something feels… different.

a good different.

you feel your breath get shallow, “yeah.”

he smiles, and his lips press against yours again with a hand in your hair, and he melts. considerably. it makes you giggle because the stress from his shoulders drop, along with any worry that chased him home. you can feel him start to get hard underneath you, but frankly he's to enamored with you to notice.

his hands wander under the back of your shirt, but then tense. his eyes go wide and your voice perks up in the back of his head, the words ‘unpleasant’ and ‘never again’ ping ponging back and forth.

dennis pulls away quick, not wanting to scare you, his face twisting in worry and and internal debate if he should stop. he’d hate to be added to that list of assholes that didn’t think about you.

“are you- uh…”

a beat passes.

“comfortable? with all this?”

he runs his hands up and down your body slow, his eyes trailing not far behind — you’ve never felt this cared for, this… seen, this… wanted. you bury your face into his neck with because all he wants is to make you feel good.

he’ll ask consent of every little thing he wants to do with his pouty blue eyes in the softest, most adoring tone, “can i — can I take this off?” which gets met with a smile and the small sound of your bra unclasping. you’re both breathing heavily as he removes it for you, and he chuckles kindly at your sudden shyness, burying your face into his neck.

“heyy, don’t hide from me.”

you nuzzle in closer; he always smells like firewood somehow.

“sweetie c'mon,” his voice urges.

you manage to conjure up the courage to make eye contact, "hi denny."

"hi."

bonus:

after a few sessions like this, he gets more confident in how he handles you, what you like and how to get you riled up. in that, he doesn’t realize he’s also making noise, small throaty whimpers and moans that turn you on even more. he'll just tug and pull on the back of your shirt and mumble, “fuck, I love it when you’re on top of me like this” and will literally never break the kiss before you do because he just wants to be attached to you always.

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dating franco colapinto headcanons

a/n: enjoy!

cw: suggestive themes

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

bf!franco who will never let you touch a door handle. ever. he will literally look at you like you insulted his entire bloodline if you reach for anything remotely close to a handle.

bf!franco who will ask you permission for everything. not in a child like way, but more in a ‘checking if this will upset you’ way. and also because he’s a little scared of your reaction if he doesn’t tell you.

“amor im gonna go out for a bit but I’ll be back soon, yeah?”

“okay, babe. have fun.”

“it’ll take an hour at most.”

“I- okay?”

“I’ll be back soon, I love you!”

bf!franco who is very quiet and respectful in public but a menace otherwise. he’s three times now tried to sway you from going out to girls night.

“baby it’s just dinner I’ll be back in a few hours, okay? I’ll think you’ll survive.”

“nooo amorcita. stayyy.”

“franco, let me gooo.”

if you’re adamant, he will resort to drastic measures: getting on his knees and begging in spanish.

that usually works.

bf!franco who will tease you when your friends are almost out of earshot, slightly hoping they’ll hear what he says.

“franco, seriously,” you smile. “stop it.”

“really mamí? last night it was ‘don’t stop baby,’ and ‘franco please, harder-”

“OH MY GOD STOP TALKING. FOREVER.”

bf!franco who will talk about you in interviews but never drop your name. always says ‘my girlfriend’ this and ‘my girl’ that. everyone has a suspicion to who you are, but never totally pinpoint you.

bf!franco that loves to surprise you with small gifts. flowers, cards, anything to say he’s thinking about you.

thank you for my tulips and note they’re gorgeous xx

just like you amor :) miss you baby

miss you more 💕 also you don’t have to send them next time, you can just text me that you love me you know

no ❤️

bf!franco that turns to mush once your hands are in his hair. or anywhere else on him for that matter. he’ll rant and then go in for a hug, your hands finding their way to his locks and he slowly stops talking.

bf!franco that used the phrase ‘I love you’ as his reason for everything.

“I brought medicine, tissues and that magazine you always bring home.”

“hold on. you drove two hours to give me stuff I could’ve gotten in ten minutes?”

“i love you don’t i?”

“that’s not-”

bf!franco who will stare at you when you’re trying to focus. he just likes to see you so dedicated to whatever it is you’re working on. when you slightly look over at him with an amused smile he turns his head in the opposite direction just so he doesn’t break your focus.

bf!franco who loves hearing you call him by his last name. something about the way you say it makes his knees buckle and mind go blank.

“colapinto, did you take my keys?”

“aye… cómo?”

“my keys? do you know where they are?”

“ehm, i don’t, i-”

“never mind.”

bf!franco who hypes you up even if you dress up a little. small clunky high heels? boom, pet name. that short dress he bought you two weeks ago? boom, compliment.

“ready to go?”

“yeah, let me just-”

“dios mío amor,”

“what, what’s wrong?”

“my girl’s looking gorgeous! give me a little spin, baby.”

bf! franco who will never admit he’s sleepy because he wants to be conscious around you.

sleepy!franco who sleep talks. the first time you were just reading a book and it scared you half to death.

sleepy!franco who always falls asleep on the couch then refuses to go to bed.

“hey, franco wake up.”

“hmm?”

“baby it’s almost midnight let’s go to bed yeah?”

“noo, estoy cómodo.”

“i love you, but I don’t care. cmon.”

sleepy!franco who always sends you to sleep in one of his hoodies. his pulls it over your body then kisses your forehead, with a mumbled ‘I love you’.

bf!franco who makes you his personal translator for colloquial terms. he nods and laughs when hears them throughout the day but will only ask you to explain it to him.

“amor, qué es girl dinner?”

“oh um,”

“I heard it earlier I- it’s dinner for girls, no?”

“well it’s like- uh. snacks for dinner. you know how i used to crackers and cheese and then you’d yell at me? it’s kind of like that.”

“ah okay.”

bf!franco who brings attention to things that you weren’t aware of. it’s small things like:

handing you another drink right when you finish your the last sip of your first one

tying your shoelaces or strapping in your heel buckle, accompanied with a small kiss to your ankle

doing your skincare routine for you when your half asleep in his bed

bf!franco that makes sure you’re okay in any kind of group setting. you’ll be talking to one of your friends and feel his presence behind you.

“bien, vida?”

“yeah. thank you.”

bf!franco who will easily waste an entire day cuddling and watching movies with you even if you having something important to do.

bf!franco who can’t contain his love for you and says so the first thing he says after a any time of separation.

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so like if I hypothetically wrote a fic or two about Langdon and or Whitaker from the pitt would anyone be interested in reading… yes or no

update: you can read here!!

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lazy mornings

a/n: this is kinda short anyway happy reading!!

summary: a lazy morning with calum.

cw: none

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

the sheets move with calum as the sun outside cracks through the blinds, encouraging him to start his day. he certainly doesn’t want to, now that your asleep but his side.

it was a split decision, you staying with him last night. you were just supposed to drop off something he left at your apartment and ended up watching a movie. he loved that it was so easy with you around.

the bed creaks softly beneath him as his arms stretch out, careful not to wake you. calum rests his head on his pillow, watching your chest rise and fall with ease. you’re like a painting — full of life and color always.

you stir, almost like you know he’s looking at you, and once you’re almost conscious, calum pulls himself closer to you, “mornin’ gorgeous.”

he watches as sleep slowly departs from you, a smile starting to form and your eyes blinking slowly to see him.

oh, how he loves you so.

“g’morning.” a content hum passes you lips as you smile into his chest. your fingers trace over his tattoos like they always do, the small sensation making his heart thud against his chest.

he’s so comfortable, so warm that you could just…

“hey, don’t fall back asleep. you just woke up.” he teases.

you groan lightly, calum’s hands intertwining with yours. “anything planned for today handsome?”

“not with you like this,” he presses a small kiss to your forehead and you burrow your body closer to his. “comfortable?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“very.”

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f1 driver texts — leaving after a fight (part 2)

a/n: read part one here! enjoy :)

summary; texts between you and your f1 boyfriend after you left after an argument

drivers: ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

ob87:

ka12:

lh44:

cs55:

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more 1975!member au’s

a/n: hope you all are well, and if not I’m sending hugs and love your way :) this is also kinda short… anyway enjoy!

summary: 1975!member au’s

cw: none I don’t think

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

1975!member who didn’t (and still doesn’t really) know how to play the guitar. George has been secretly teacher how to play it, but in the studio she makes the guys play the chords to hear what it sounds like.

1975!member who always insists on her hair being down during every show. it gets hella knotted and the boys have to deal with her complaining but it makes her feel like a rockstar.

1975!member who writes songs in the dead of night. says her best ideas and thoughts come alive when everyone’s asleep. ross catches her quite frequently, an ankle high pile of lyrics and her laptop within arms reach.

“hey kid.”

“hi.”

“why aren’t you asleep?”

“could ask you the same thing.”

1975!member that loves to sit on the roof or on the hotel balcony and have a snack in the dead of night. it happens mostly on tour, with only ross knowing since she certainly would get a berating from matty or adam that she needs sleep in order to function the next day. ross one time sent her room service since he saw she was active on social media and received just about a million ‘thank you’ and ‘you didn’t have to do that’ texts.

1975!member who loves a good rom com. her favorites include 10 things i hate about you, notting hill, love actually, and 50 first dates. she’s a sucker for romantic love yet somehow has experienced so little of it in her own life.

1975!member who gets very emotional onstage when matty talks to the crowd. her and ross are having a chat then she catches a glimpse of some poet-like profound thing matty has said and practically bursts into tears. ross always has a pocket tissue or handkerchief on his stage of the stage in preparation for this— he simply knows her too well.

1975!member who dyes her hair at the start of every tour. it was a thing for both her and matty, choosing a wacky color and be matching, but in recent years has slacked off due to matty’s hair being ‘fried like an eggroll’. her next victim is george… surely he’d do it, right?

1975!member whose party trick is juggling mini cans of soup…don’t ask.

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genuinely don't know what to start with so... go ahead and pick one gorgeous!

more 5sos texts

more f1 texts

1975member! au's

f1!oscar miscommunication + cute ending

5sos!ashton + drunk post birthday party cleanup

f1!lando social media au

1975!ross + small argument and a museum

5sos!calum + him getting insecure after seeing you with ashton

Voting ended onMay 26

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5sos masterlist

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

text posts:

checking in after a bad day

slut!

sleepyhead (coming soon!)

ashton

kiss me like you mean it.

i wanna be yours.

post party blues. (coming soon!)

relationship test blurb. (coming soon!)

calum

if only.

lazy mornings. (coming soon!)

michael

luke

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5sos texts-- checking in after a bad day

a/n: i love making these! if you have recs definitely send them in ☺️☺️

summary: your 5sos boyfriend checks in after you’ve had a bad day

cw: suggestive themes, mental health adjacent things, cursing, sass maybe? idk anymore

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

Luke

Calum

Ashton

Michael

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tour texts w matty

a/n: suggested by @trumanflowers hehe

summary: tour texts with your boyfriend, matty healy

cw: cursing

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

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exam so bad that I sat outside and ate a piece of cake from my mum’s birthday this past weekend

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kiss me like you mean it.

a/n: my first time writing smut adjacent things in a while (I’m so sorry if this is shit I did my best okay 😔) enjoy!

summary: a fight with Ashton turns into something softer.

cw: fighting, slight make out sesh

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

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it was a dumb thing to say. idiotic even.

yes. definitely idiotic.

it started off with one question about his tour schedule and somehow ended like a car wreck that did about a thousands flips in the two minutes that already passed.

“why don’t you say anything, ash? you hate it as much as the other guys do!”

“it’s a decision we all make, Y/N. I can’t keep telling you that!”

“oh so so now it’s my fault that you’ve been gone for half the year?”

“wow.”

***

guilt leans your body against the wall, head meeting the wall with a light thump, and a flood of emotions rolls into your stomach when you see him.

ashton’s humming softly to himself, hunched over his guitar, clearly exhausted. his fingers fidget with the strings, their usual familiarity with the instrument far gone.

he’d fled the room earlier in a quiet disbelief, your words pushing him at an alarming rate. you’d had your fair share of fights as a couple, but this one felt like the worst.

you tap on the door. “hey.”

“hi.”

you gesture to the empty space next to him, “can i-?”

he shifts slightly, eyes distracted. “yeah.”

you note his one word answers: not good.

“heard you playing earlier.”

any word you said felt like a scar to his body, bloody and painful.

his focus returns back to the instrument.

“hmm.”

your hand meets his before he starts nervously playing like he was.

“I’m sorry.”

ashton’s breath hitched like you’ve said it again. tears prick at his wyes, threatening to escape. he reaches and places the guitar on its stand as you search for explanation for him. an answer. anything, really.

he stops you before you could start.

“you think I want to be away from home? from my family, and-”

you swallow hard.

“that i-… i like being so far from you? no. it fucking sucks. and I hate that when I call you there’s that crack in your voice when i ask if you’re okay. i-”

his hazel eyes meets yours, and you feel like your skin is on fire. the guilt in your body is replaced with something warmer.

he sighs and you feel his breath close to you, “i would never go on tour again if it mean that you were always with me.”

his lips are on yours and it feels like you both can breathe again. ashton’s hand press against your face, caring and secure as his tongue clashes with yours.

the hurt has faded, but your stomach twists at the guilt that still aches. your hands tangle in his hair as he pulls back as you ramble,

“I’m so sorry, ash. I was being a complete asshole and I didn’t-”

“hey,” he lightly shushes you, “none of that sweetheart.”

you nod, his lips biting and sucking as they travel down your neck to your chests. your eyes shut at the feeling, ashton’s actions making your grind against him.

his lips leave a small trail of red on your chest as he looks at you.

“I love you. so much, Y/N.”

“i love you more, ash.”

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age gap blurb - ross macdonald

a/n: finals was getting stressful so … here :)

summary: age gap angst w ross

cw: age gap, relationship angst

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

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it was dumb. such a dull and pathetic comment that ruined your day the moment you saw those words in that online article. you knew better than to get offended by shit that people post on the internet, but that one comment really got you:

guess her birth year isn’t a dealbreaker, huh?

you peek your head and see ross sitting so comfortably and coolly in front of his computer. you squeeze through the crack of the door, watching him for a minute or two.

“can I ask you something?” your voice trembles. anxiety twists in your stomach at the thought of asking, but it’s been on repeat in your mind.

ross re-racks the bass on the holder next to him, calm and steady. “‘course love.” he motions you over to a nearby couch, pulling you onto his lap. he places a few kisses on you, lovingly and gentle, and and suddenly your face feels hot, sure this is stupid to ask him, because…

how do you even say this?

ross’ eyebrows furrow in concern at your newfound quietness. “darling, whatever it is, you can tell me.” he smiles, pulling you closer to him. “it’s alright.”

your body shifts against his awkwardly. “do you ever think about being with someone else?”

he tenses, speaking slow. “no, why? is there someone else?”

you shake your head, “no! no.” never in a million years would you think that. you sigh, “I just meant… do you wish you were with someone, you know. older? more mature?”

he thinks for a moment. maybe. in a different life. one that’s boring. it’s a life you weren’t in. so,

“no.” he answers simply.

“what?” you’re shocked. you’d thought he would have a little more to say than a simple ‘no.’ “you’re not even going to try to fight me on this?”

he sighs, “i promise it’s not that big of a deal, doll.”

you huff, “people stare at me ross. actually stare! you don’t get it, feel it. wherever we are it feels like we’re doing something wrong, and i-“

his voice cuts through your thoughts, “do you think our relationship is wrong?”

“I-? no.”

“okay.” his thumb grazes your lips, “and are you happy with me?”

“yeah. of course.”

his eyes are on yours now, hopeful he can change your mind. “then that’s all that matters… us. “i love you. and that will never change y/n, no matter how old we are.” he speaks like the words are weightless, “i love you because you make me a better person. you make me so happy.”

“oh,” you sniffle. ross wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry baby. was just thinking about it a lot, dunno why...” you bury your face in his shirt, and feel his hand on the back of your head.

“it’s okay,” a small laugh rumbles in his chest. after a few minutes he speaks. “I can’t wait for our wedding day when I’m seventy and you’re, like, forty five.”

you lift your head and see his smile, almost giddy. he pulls you in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “the three of us are going to have the best day of our lives.”

your eyebrow cocks, “the three of us?”

“mhmm.” he mumbles into your skin. “you, me, and my cane.”

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fml I did some maths and I need to get a 96 on this exam to pass this damn class…

my average on these exams has been like half of that…

it’s been nice knowing ya🫡