You and Lando had talked thousands of times before. Him teasing you, making you giggle until your stomach burned, stealing your fries off your plate. He had once spent an entire hour insisting that he could beat you in Mario kart since his driving skills will obviously transfer...
He lost spectacularly.
But asking you out on a date. An actual date? That's were his confidence went to die and apparently made him want to curl into a little ball.
He awkwardly stood next to, "Okay," his voice was slightly shaking, "So, um... I have a question."
You glanced up at him, "That sounds serious."
You let out a slight laugh as you kept your eyes on him, "Lan."
“It is. Kind of. Maybe.” He quickly mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck, purposely avoiding your eyes. He's never done that, he always held eye contact with his usual stupid grin growing on his lips. "Would you..." He paused a little in his sentence to gulp, "Would you maybe want to go out with me?"
You gasped internally at his words, not excepting him to ask you that. He saw the quiet shocked expression on your face, "Like, in a date," he rushed to clarify his words. He started to ramble on his words, not finding the right words, “Not just hanging out. Although we can hang out too. Obviously. I just mean–”
He finally stopped talking as you said his nickname, his eyes finally landing on yours, “Yeah?”
“I’d love to.”
His breath hitched as he grasped the meaning behind your words. He blinked a few times before questioning you, "Really?"
You let out a little laugh as you heard the speculation in his tone, " Yes."
You saw as his entire face lit up and all the nerves disappearing behind the biggest grin you'd ever seen from him.
His confidence suddenly showing again, "Right." He let out a relieved sigh, “Cool. Great. I totally wasn’t nervous.”
You slightly raised a brow at his lie, “You were shaking.”
I immediately looked away, suddenly starting to rub his hands together, "I'm actually very cold."
You sigh and look him up and down, clearly remembering how he whined earlier about how hot it was, “It’s thirty degrees.”
He nodded along at your words, trying his best to hide his smile that's forming, “Very cold thirty degrees.”
to all the drivers i’ve loved before ⛐ a choose-your-own adventure.
sick of you griping about being single, the pr personnel of various teams “accidentally” leak your love letters to their respective drivers. now, you have six drivers looking for answers. who are you going to pick?
LANDO, my music buddy.
ALEX, the best friend's brother.
CHARLES, my childhood.
GEORGE, knight in shining armor.
OSCAR, the unattainable.
CARLOS, the best of my summers.
choose your adventure. 📬
lando, my music buddy.
alex, the best friend's brother.
charles, my childhood.
george, knight in shining armor.
oscar, the unattainable.
carlos, the best of my summers.
Voting ended onAug 5
💌 the winning driver will have a special chapter release. happy voting!
BOX, BOX! ꔮ in a bid to avoid self-plagiarism, let it be known that i first executed this concept on my now-inactive svt smau blog u/xinganhao. always & forever grateful to be indulged by @cinnamorussell.
The lights from the city blurred into streaks of gold outside of the car window as Liam drove you two home. He had one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel and his other hand stayed on your upper thigh.
It was one of those nights where you never wanted it to end.
Your planned dinner somehow turned into getting dessert at a little cozy café, dessert turned into a very long walk through the quiet streets and somehow that got turned into a fun challenge to see who could spot the most ridiculous-looking dog before returning to the car.
You had won the challenge, mostly because he had laughed so hard after seeing the smallest pomeranian in a giant yellow raincoat that he completely forgot to keep looking.
"I still think that was cheating," he quietly muttered, squeezing your hand softly.
"You were the one laughing." you said defensively, slightly laughing at his words.
"It even had boots." He loudly laughed out, shaking his head at the memory of the adorable pup.
"It was so cutee." He finally let out a little laugh as he continued, "It looked like me after media day."
You snorted, "You admit it?"
"...Maybe."
The following comfortable silence was one he had come to treasure over the last few months of dating you. He realized how dating you, had been surprising very easy. It wasn't because relationships were effortless, but because you had made everything feel lighter.
After every exhausting qualifying, travel week and long interview, coming back home to you always felt like he was finally home.
When he had finally pulled into the driveway of his apartment complex, he slowly glanced at the time, "...It's really late."
You glanced over when you heard his voice, "I should be heading then..."
"No." His reply came almost immediately. The response made you blink, confused, "No?"
He was already climbing out of the car. " I would have drove you home, stay over, please?"
"Liam—" you tried to protest but looking over to him again, you noticed the desperation on his expression, "okay, I'll stay the night..."
Your laughter quickly followed as he hurried around the front of the car and dramatically opened the car door for you, "My passenger princess duties continue."
"I am perfectly capable of opening my own door." You told him, but the smile never left your lips
"I know." he said proudly and held out his hand for you, "But I like doing it."
Rolling your eyes fondly, you took it.
His apartment was quiet. There was only a soft hum of the fridge and the distant traffic that filled the space.
As you entered you immediately kicked off your uncomfortable shoes while Liam pulled off his jacket.
And without saying a single word, you felt him wrap both of his arms around your waist, "...Hi."
A soft smile formed on your lips as your hands immediately flying up to cover his hands on your waist, "We've been together all night."
"I know." His voice was warm against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, "And?"
"I missed you." He let out a small whine as his head fell down onto your shoulder.
You giggled at him a little, finding him adorable, "Liam."
"What?" He looked up at you as he turned you around in his arms.
"You've been seeing me the entire night..."
He whined again and dropped his face against your shoulder again, a bit more dramatically than before. The action gained a little laugh out of you, the sound of your laugh making him smile, "There it is."
"What?" you asked him curiously as he glanced back up at you.
"That laugh." he said with a giant grin plastered on his lips.
"I wasn't laughing."
"You absolutely were." He laughed out at your denial about laughing.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really?"
He looked at you with his mischievous smile, "So if I do..."
As he talked he leaned in, "...this..."
A gentle kiss landed softly on the side of your lips, "...you won't smile?"
Another kiss, this time it landed on your lips. Then another, then one on your cheek, another on your forehead, one on the tip of your nose.
"Liam..."
"Hm?" he whispered as he leaned down to leave a small kiss on your neck, "You are impossible."
"I've heard." he smiled and kissed you again before taking your hand in his, "C'mon."
"Where?"
"My room."
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at his answer, "You mean your bed."
"...Maybe."
"I knew it." You giggled, slightly hitting his arm.
"I make no apologies." he said as he started to gently tug on your hand.
When you didn't move quickly enough, he simply walked backwards while pulling you along with him,"Liaaam."
"I'm being very patient."
"You are literally dragging me." You protested, but a small laugh left your lips.
"Very lovingly." He defended himself as you coucouldn't stop laughing.
Eventually you let him pull you all the way into his bedroom.
The moment you reached the bed, he flopped backwards dramatically, arms spread wide.
You almost immediately climbed onto the mattress beside him, finding yourself wrapped in another tight hug, "I swear you're secretly a koala."
"No." He whispered laughing into your shoulder, "No?"
"I'm worse." He said as he gentle left little kisses on your neck.
"You admit it?"
"Mhm." a humm left him as he tucked your head beneath his chin. You both stayed silent. The room was almost completely dark, the only light being from the bedside table.
It felt extremely peaceful with you wrapped in his arms. It was warm and you felt so safe.
You felt how his thumb absentmindedly traced across your back. You could hear his steady heart beat and how yours slightly fell into rhythm with his.
"I love nights like this," he softly mumbled, "Me too."
"No cameras."
"No schedules."
"No planes to catch."
"Just us."
You smiled against his chest, his words making your heart melt, "Just us."
He leaned down to leave another sweet kiss on your lips before leaving another. After a few shared kisses he reluctantly pulled away to rest his forehead against yours.
"...Move in with me."
There was a silence thst followed. Complete silance...
You felt as your brain stopped working, you blinked, "...What?"
He looked like he had only just realized what words he said, "I–"
His eyes widened as he sat up abruptly, "I didn't... I mean–" his voice was full of nervousness, "I wasn't planning to say it like that."
You couldn't stop staring at him.
He reached uo and rubbed both of his hands over his face, "oh no...That was way too sudden."
You slightly opened your mouth, wanting to say something but nothing came out.
He suddenly stood up and started pacing beside the bed, "Oh my God." he whispered yelled before continuing, "I completely overstepped."
"Liam..."
"No, no, you're right." he slowly started to freak out more.
"I didn't say anything." You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face.
"Exactly!" He said as he pointed dramatically, "You didn't say anything! I probably freaked you out."
"You didn't–" you tried your best to calm him down but he just kept talking.
"I should've planned something."
"A dinner."
"No..." you laughed out loud at his reasoning.
"A picnic?"
"No." you said again.
"A speech?"
You couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips anymore as you watched him spiral.
"I just blurted it out!" He groaned out dramatically, "Who does that?"
"Liam."
"I can just...forget I ever asked." He sighed out loud before talking again, "We can go back to cuddling."
"I'll never mention it again." He whispered as you reached out to grab ahold of his wrists before he could pace another lap around the bed, "Liam."
He looked up at you cautiously, "...Yeah?"
"You are the cutest person I've ever met." you said with the biggest smile on your face he's ever seen.
"What?" he asked, his voice noticeably smaller than before, "I've never seen someone panic this much."
"I panicked because you looked horrified."he said with a tiny pout on his lips.
"I wasn't horrified." You justified your response as best as you could.
"You looked shocked." He continued the pout growing by the second.
"I was."
"...Oh."
"I just wasn't expecting it."
He blinked at your answer, "...Really?"
You gave him a little nod, "It caught me completely off guard."
"I know."
"You basically asked me while we were lying in bed after kissing me twenty-seven times."
"It wasn't twenty-seven." He whined a little, his hands slightly tightening around yours as he hears your words, "It was definitely over twenty."
"...Okay." You laughed softly, "I just needed a second."
He looked at you and searched your face nervously, "...And?"
You quietly stood up, your hands never leaving his as you said, "I'd love to."
His eyebrows lifted at your confession, "What?"
"I'll move in with you." He just stared at you, a little shocked, "...You're serious?"
"Very."
"You actually want to?" A gentle smile formed on his face, "I do."
For a brief second he didn't say anything, he simply just looked at you, then the biggest grin you had ever seen spread across his expression.
"You'll live here."
"Mhm."
"With me."
"Mhm."
"Like..."
He laughed breathlessly.
"Every day?"
"Every day." you finally confirmed it to him.
He immediately wrapped you into the tightest hug imaginable, nearly lifting you off the floor.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"No, like–" He pulled back just enough to look at you, "I really, really love you."
"I was fully preparing for rejection."
"I noticed." you giggled and your forehead dropped into his shoulder.
He buried his face into your neck, laughing along with you now, "I'm never living this down, am I?"
"Absolutely not." you confirmed his suspicion
"I'm going to hear about this forever." he groaned.
"For the rest of our lives."
"...Worth it." he said with a voice full of admiration, making you look up at him, "Worth it?"
He smiled before leaning down to kiss you again, slow and gentle, "Worth every second."
Your forehead rested against his as the two of you smiled into the quiet room.
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Youruser Happy Birthday to this sweet love of mine. You’re my best friend and each day my love for you grows more and more You never fail to bring a smile to my face and joy to this crazy thing we call life. I’m grateful for being able to love you and be loved by a soul like yours. Happy 26th Lan, love you bunches x
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Lando Love you more you little muppet🤍
User I ADORE THEM
CarlosSainz 🎈🎈
User happy birthday Lando!!!!
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Danielricciardo What a guy, happy birthday Lando!
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Lando
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Lando Lowkey celly this year, thank you for all the birthday wishes forever grateful for you all. See you in Vegas🏎️
User so cute
User DID SHE GET HIM FLOWERS?
| Youruser Everyone deserves some fresh flowers on their birthday:)
User Happy Birthday Lando!!!
OscarPiastri Just another reminder that you’re two years older than me again ;)
When Eddie was young, his father told him silence was a killer. So why was it so quiet now? Here, In the loudest place in the world. He soared through the corner and-
No. Not anymore. He couldn’t tell what went wrong. Yet, while his body hurled itself towards the nearest impenetrable force, his mind went to Volt. The fear that Volt had sent him into the wall for the last time was something that scared him.
The sudden silence scared him more. He couldn’t blame Volt until he watched the tapes. If he watched them-No! He was going to survive this! He was going to live through this.
Eddie grabbed the wheel and turned it as hard as he could, instead of sliding head first, his hand got caught in the steering wheel. The initial impact knocked the wind out of his chest, but the adrenaline pushed him on. He grabbed the top of the hall and pulled. One foot, then two feet, then pain. His hand was aching, his fingers a violent rainbow that foretold months — maybe years —of healing. It foretold of the ending of a story not yet begun.
Eddie was rushed off to the nearest medical tent in a haze of a mind that didn’t belong to him. No more could he call himself a driver. He would be an ex-driver by the end of the year. Healed wounds rarely keep up past 3 years, he knew that.
What he didn’t know was why Volt was standing in the medic’s tent. “Red flag. They stopped the race after you-“Volt gestured to the crimson and mauve thing attached to Eddie’s right arm.
Eddie barely nodded, eyes glazed over, and stuck past Volt onto the plastic lining of the tent. Volt sat down next to him, and for once, didn’t say a word. What do you say in a moment like this?
Eddison–Eddie Watts never saw himself sitting in a kart again. He swore up and down that the last time he would be this close to a kart would have been the Abu Dhabi circuit, and yet, here he was. Sitting on the gravel as he watched his long-time friend…rival? Volt Circia folded himself into the kart with the practiced ease of someone who’s done it for years. But it’s not like he was here on his own volition. God no, Volt practically dragged him to the track for ‘practice’, or showing off, as Volt was known to do.
Eddie sat in the first row of the stands, stopwatch in hand, watching the time tick down rapidly as Volt spun wheels faster than light. While the time dropped, Eddie watched Volt gain time around the chicane in the middle of the track. Sighing, Eddie watched him fumble through the chicane for the third time before finally calling Volt back to the side,
“Alright,” He grumbled, “You can’t keep being this careless in the Chicanes. It’s just like the Louis Chiron chicane in Monaco. We went over this in the Sim earlier this week.”
Volt took his helmet off and dropped it at his side. “And that was the sim, darling. This is a different circuit. I need something more than just ‘it’s a chicane’. Give me something real.”
“Fine.” Eddie snapped, “You’re dragging the back right tyre on the entrance to turn nine.” Volt blinked in response, and Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with his calloused hands, “I’ll show you-” “Eddie, no.” But Eddie had already walked away from the conversation, leaving Volt to stand in front of the kart.
Minutes passed, and Eddie found himself in the most uncomfortable racersuit he’d ever tried. Where before it could have been a second skin, this one was wrong, like it was a life that wasn’t his anymore. He took a deep breath and smoothed it down, putting on the balaclava before any other thoughts could disrupt this stroke of bravery. Helmut tightened his head, grounding himself into the present moment, and he folded himself into the kart.
The first lap was slow, taking him more than double the time he hoped for, but the second time was electric. The car came alive under his calloused grip, dancing for him in ways Volt still struggled to find. The chicane came and went in the blink of an eye, and it wasn’t until he pulled in front of Volt that it hit him.
He went racing.
Eddie stopped racing after a nasty sideswipe left him unconscious on the gravel side of Bahrain. He barely remembered the moment, but he remembered the way his hands trembled the next time he got in the car, the way his body screamed at the danger he was ready to fling himself back into. He finally decided that if he wanted to stay in the thing he loved so deeply, then he was gonna have to change the way he went about it. He started learning how to give proper strategy, how to tell these arrogant assholes how to do their job, even when he knew that the strategy wouldn’t win. When Volt made the leap to Formula One, there was a near-complete overhaul to the team, including the new up-and-coming race engineer Eddison “Eddie” Watts. And here he was now, dancing his kart through some no-name circuit in some city he didn’t know the name of.
Volt stood in front of him, mouth agape at the sheer idea that Eddie did it. The audacity of a man who claimed he would never drive again had outdriven him once more. “Spark! Get back in the car.” Volt threw his helmet back on and jumped into the kart, ready to dance with the man who’s always been there.
| CHARLES LECLERC | Everyday Charles does not bite however Tipsy horny Charles is a different story. When he’s got some liquid courage he turns into a piranha nipping at any skin he can reach while you help get him ready for bed. Not the biggest fan of getting bit in return, he’ll blush and go shy.
| LANDO NORRIS | Yes, sexually, teasingly, anyway he can sink his teeth into you he is. Likes to get bit back tbh…it’s a game he very much enjoys.
| MAX VERSTAPPEN | Yes and no. Similar to Charles it’s not his everyday thing. However mad max loveees to bite on his girl. Hips, boobs, lips, neck, thighs, anywhere he can sink his teeth. He’ll smirk when you bite his lips or nip at his skin when you kiss down his neck but that’s about as far as he lets you get.
| OSCAR PIASTRI | Oscar is not a biter, he’ll occasionally teasingly bite your finger if you feed him something. But just because he doesn’t bite doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be bit…
| LEWIS HAMILTON | Not really his thing, he’ll occasionally bite your lip during a makeout but it’s not something he typically does. He’s not into getting bit either, it’s just not for him.
| CARLOS SAINZ | Yes, yes, yes, he loves when you wear outfits that show some skin, he always nips your shoulder when he places a kiss there. Inner thighs always littered with bite marks and left over bruises, lips always slightly swollen from where he bites. Biting is only for him, he wants to bite not to be bit.
| ALEX ALBON | Yes but not sexually, he’ll bite you to piss you off or if you’re not paying attention to him, bites your fingers when you feed him something, honestly just does it to be a little shit. Doesn’t care for being bit back, only he gets to bother you with that.
| DANIEL RICCIARDO | Yes, does it to be a shit but also enjoys it in the bedroom. Lips, neck, hips, ass, thighs, inner thighs, anywhere he’s able to sink his teeth during sex you’ll find a bite mark left behind! Enjoys when you bite back :)
Hey!! can you do a lando x driver y/n. Your writing is amazingggg! <3 have a good dayyy
I'm sorry I won - Lando Norris
Lando Norris x reader
You climbed out of your car seething with anger. There was only one word you could think of to describe that race: shit. You'd been leading the race for Every. Single. Lap. Until you weren't...
You'd managed to hold off the McLarens up until the last lap, when you hit a piece of debris on the track. The papaya cars flew past you, leaving you in P3. Not a bad result, but not what you wanted.
You stormed past all the reporters after getting weighed. FIA and team personnel ambushed you, pushing you to do the post-race interview and podium.
Lando watched as you argued your way to the exit. There was no way you were going to talk about that shitshow. So you didn't. No interview. No podium. You just left.
Everyone knew of your relationship with Lando, so everyone knew how tense the next few days would be. He wanted to run to you after the race. He wanted to apologise and comfort you. Tell you it wasn't personal, just racing. But he had duties, the same ones you ignored. So he couldn't.
When he finally got back to the hotel, he could feel the argument brewing. He opened the door slowly, hoping you were asleep and trying not to wake you. You were laying somewhat peacefully in bed, but you weren't asleep.
"Fuck off. Find a different room to sleep in tonight." Your monotone voice made Lando feel like he was being stabbed with your words. You didn't look at him, facing the wall with your back to him.
"Baby, please, don't be like this. I'm so-"
"Don't say you're sorry. You won. You were very fucking happy, and you should be. Well done." It was the blandest 'well done' ever. No joy in your voice. You didn't sound proud of him, not that he expected you to. He knew how angry you could get sometimes when it came to racing. "I don't hear you leaving."
"The hotel is packed, they definitely won't have an extra room for me to stay in just because you're mad at me." Lando didn't want to say too much, not knowing what might set you off.
"Well you're not sleeping in the bed," Finally, you rolled over to face your nervous boyfriend. "You can sleep over there." You gesture towards the tiny leather sofa on the other side of the room.
"Seriously?" He questioned, his slightly annoyed expression quickly changed with the sharpe glare you sent him. "Fine. If that will make you happy."
"Winning would have made me happy."
"No need for the sass, y/n. It's not my fault you hit that debris." You didn't respond to that, just rolling over again to ignore him. "And seriously, you're the only person that ever holds anything that happens on track against me. Everyone else just brushes it off because that's racing. You know I love you but you also know I can't just go easy on you because I love you. So I'll sleep on the sofa tonight but you need to let this go. I'm not sleeping on the sofa when we get home."
"Ugh..." You roll back and sit up, looking at your boyfriend. "I'm sorry, you're right. It's just racing and I should leave it on track." That response shocked Lando. He expected you to blow up at him. Screaming and shouting, so an apology is not at all what he had prepared himself for.
"Does that mean I can sleep in the bed?" Lando asks, hopeful. You consider it for a moment.
"Fine. Come cuddle me, mister winner." Your arms outstretched to welcome him for a hug. Lando flops into your arms as if he'd just turned to liquid.
"How much trouble were you in for skipping everything?"
