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george russell reaction memes following him losing his mind in monaco
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★ ﹒‿୨﹒MYCERIANE﹒"A neurogender related to fungi. like mycelia, this gender feels vast and interconnected. it is also related to natural cycles, best being described as knowledgeable and beyond comprehension but the moment you leave mundane concepts behind, it turns understandable. like an intuition or empirical knowledge which can't be explained through words, yet still exists. it may have elements of decay and liminal spaces as well."
OO1 ⠀ ┈⠀coined by chime/aedyn OO2 ⠀ ┈⠀requested by ... anonymous!
CHEMICAL REACTION | König x m!reader
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Bro idk how this happened I guess I just love men a lot 🫶🏼🫡. Anyway.
Fluff but also slight spice just enjoy the ride babe
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Focus Focus Focus… focus focus!
Work Sucks. || LN4 + OP81
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Fandom: F1
Pairing: Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri
Warnings: AUAUAUSGDHDHSHSH
A/N: man dont talk to me im fixing my legacy
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Lando thought it would be quick. Editing a sim racing vod was always quick, especially with Max and Char helping him pick clips, keeping him on his toes to add the subtitles for their favourite loud boy, Kimi. But after an extremely long day of recording, every minute was suddenly an hour and every second of staring at that blaring light was so much longer.
It even felt like Kimi was being more talkative than usual, causing Lando to snap and get irritated easily trying to translate his gibberish. Charles noticed this quickly and immediately knew what to do.
Call Oscar.
The convo was short and over fast, the taller male simply telling Oscar that Lando was having a hard time focusing and was getting upset and antsy easily.
The minute he entered the room, Lando snapped his head to his boyf, his lips parting, ready to yell at whoever was interrupting his eternal session, but when he saw it was the streamer he missed so much- he froze and almost cried then and there.
As soon as he snapped out of it he jumped up from the gamer chair and ran over to oscar, simply shoving his face into the males shoulder, a deep sigh of relief coming from his lips.
“You always make everything better” he muttered and took his hydro, taking a sip from it contently. He seriously was so lucky to have the man in his life and he knew that, and he definitely liked to show oscar how appreciative he was of him, which explained why he hugged his boyf so tight in front of everyone after he had finally set down everything.
“Anytime Will. Down for a round of smash bros after this sesh?”
“Only if you won’t be a sore loser”
And so, editing that video wasn’t as long as it had been, and the day was finally looking up for the driver. And all because of a certain person, who made his heart flutter like no one else could.
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Study Buddy || LN4 x Reader
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Fandom: f1
Pairing: LN4 x GN reader
Warnings: none really just fluffy Lando!
A/N: I do this shit wayyy too much
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Studying with Lan was always one of the most difficult things to do. If Oscar wasn’t around he had no fear in leaving you to do all the work so he could play on his pc, after all, being a sim driver was his job. Something about it being his “practice”… sure.
But this time was different. He was nervously fidgeting with his pencil as he scribbled away at his paper, eyes switching back and forth from the book on his left and the work on his Right. His papers was sprawled out on your dining room, history books and worksheets littering the table you sat at. He was in some kind of work trance, and honestly it worried you. He had never been this focused. Had someone told him something to make him feel like he needed to work harder? Was it Charles again? Or maybe Osc?? The two were always on his back trying to get him to actually study before races- something about needing to back the engineers by knowing their strats. It was true but, this seemed heavier than that. “Lando... are you okay? You look like you’re about to pop a vein reading so hard.” He looked up shakily.
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“My lap time last week was horrendous,” he started, his eyes fluttering with tears, “If I don’t- if I don’t catch that extra half a second I’m gonna stay in Osc’s rears all season! I know he’s my teammate but he’s been p3 or 4 all season and I’m catching 6 or 5 at best. I have to catch up if I want to keep keep driving for McLaren- what if they decide he’s their new golden ticket and I- what if they-...”
You carefully slipped your hand into his, and gave it a gentle squeeze, a sad smile on your face.
“You aren’t gonna lose your seat Lando. You’re just spiraling. Take a deep breath okay? Let’s take it one at a time. You have all evening, let’s do this together okay? Let’s find that half a second. ”
He gave a quick nod and tried to regulate himself, scribbles turning into now full, legible sentences that would be so much easier to read later. You made sure to stick by him the entire time, budding in at times to fix something or help him rewrite a question. He would bring this up at his next debrief- his notes. A couple of words were specifically marked with his colored pen ink, noting that he was thinking about ideas of tweaking iwth the floor fences to see if that could help increase drag so his car would corner even just half a second faster. The entire time he did this, you sat at his side, cheek smooshed against his shoulder with that soft smile you reserved for just him. And for that he was grateful. You were giving him a chance to do his favourite activity- spending time with you.
Lando finally had finished his noting and idea work glancing up at the clock where the big digital 9 stared back at him. His arms came up above his head as he stretched out his back, a couple small cracks and pops riffed through his torso. He looked up and smiled out, quitly humming to himself as he packed all of his pens and notebooks into his briefing case, the small orange folder bag being his company when long debriefs took place. The small polaroid that sat in the card holder stared back at him, his eyes softening at the scene in the photo.
That photo was taken after the 2024 Spanish Grand Prix, he had overtaken Hamilton and Verstappen and won in pole position. The photo showed you sat in his car while the engineers fussed about, Zak in frame as he began to yell about playing around with the nearly 17 million dollar car. But the chaos around you wasn't what kept his eyes trained on the polaroid. It was the picture of you looking up at him, clutching his helmet with tears in your eyes as he looked down at you, hands cupped around your face. He remembers the feeling, the way he felt proud to have brought home that win to you after a rough season. He remembers the way you cried out for him while he sprayed champagne left and right along the podium, and the way you held him when he collapsed in your arms, body shaking on adrenaline and pure joy.
He peeled his eyes away from the picture and cleared his throat, reminding himself this was all for you. Every late night, every practice lap, every sim run. It was for you, it was to make you proud. He chuckled at the left over mess that littered your dining room, a couple of cracker boxes and the line where he had seperated your plate to one side of the table since you had decided that Sushi and a vodka and sprite would keep you focused. He snickered to himself and cracked his knuckles, eyes peering over to you with a smile. Your eyes were fluttered shut and your hair fell delicately in front of your eyes- your nose twitching softly at the tickle of the loose strand against your nose. He exhaled softly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug.
You couldn’t help but smile in your dozed off state, stirring slightly as you came to with the feeling of your boyfriends body flush against yours. You smiled and gazed up at him, nose wrinkling yet again as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Someone has to be levelheaded in this relationship, and with you being busy traveling left and right while also being a twitch warrior, I have to take over that role,” You mutter into his chest, inhaling his scent as if its the last aroma on earth. He chuckles to himself as you say this, barely being able to make out the comment you've just offered. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and he carefully presses a soft kiss to the bridge of your nose. A smile spreads across his face as he pulls back, eyes soft and full of love.
"Thank you for being my rock, darling. Everytime I think you can't make me fall any deeper in love with you, I find myself falling even harder. My Precious love." You scoffed and poked his forehead with a flushed grin. "Alright mr. poet, thats it. Where's my wdc cause Lando Norris would never say something so gushy." Lando quirked an eyebrow and before you could protest he scooped you into his arms and spun you around a couple of times, the room filling with your yelps and laughs of fake protest. He finally placed you down and offered you that lopsided smirk you loved so dearly. "Well M Norris, you deserve the poet as well. Oh my darling royalty in the castle, where for art though my angel!" The words fell softly into silence as you gawked at his nerdy comment.
"That. Did not land did it." "Absolutely not Lando." "I've done an injustice to my name" "What?" "My joke. It did not land.... o." "..."
You let out a loud groan as he burst out laughing, eyes rolling so far back in your head you swore you could see your thoughts.
“Whatever boy, i'm going to bed” You chuckled out, leaning up on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. You gave him a soft smile and tugged on his sweater sleeve. "5 minutes before I start snoring," You whisper before bolting to bed.
His brain stops for a minute and he stares in shock before speeding around the kitchen turning off different ammenities and lights, muttering to himself. "I'm coming! PLEASE WAIT!"
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