𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

requested? yes! based on this request <3 please feel free to request more!!

angst + fluff ⋆ requests are open

𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 π“πŽ π‹πŽπ•π„π‘π’ – π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘π’ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

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8 months ago

hi mel!! how are you doing? it’s been a while since you’ve been active πŸ’›

omg i love you😭 I know I’ve been away for some time now but I’m doing great ml <3 I’m on vacation rn and dont use my phone a lot BUUUUT the waiters here are super cute so expect some vacay fics soon 🀭


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7 months ago

i have an anti pr gf that i did months ago but i fear that this situation requires a revamp and a NEW messy gf that the pr team will hate 😏

WE NEED THIS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE PLEASE I NEED TO FIND MY OWN ANGER IN A FIC


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10 months ago

ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘ 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒

ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

(b/n = brother’s name) fluff, crack + very slightly suggestive ⋆ requests are open

ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘
ππ‘πŽπ“π‡π„π‘β€˜π’ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 π…π‘πˆπ„ππƒ!π…πŸ πƒπ‘πˆπ•π„π‘

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10 months ago

part 2 of β€˜the greatest’ PLEASEDD

workin’ on it!


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9 months ago

THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE

THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE
THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE
THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE
THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE
THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE

[ part one / masterlist / requests are open ]

β˜½ο½‘β‹† part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. β€” lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)

αΆ» 𝗓 𐰁 angst, hurt & comfort, hints of fluff (?) π„ž 4.1k words

THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE

❝ Lights out, you’re not here holding me ❞

Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasn’t on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasn’t yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.

The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.

At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker they’ve known for so long, they realized he wasn’t. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldnβ€˜t care less about his friendsβ€˜ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said it’s because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. He’d rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.

If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.

He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if you’d ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.

He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldn’t think about you, not here. But like always, he couldn’t help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldn’t happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasnβ€˜t afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?

❝ I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep ❞

You couldn’t sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never should’ve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didn’t send you off to sleep on the couch.

You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didn’t dare to turn on the TV. It’s been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. He’s so far away and yet, it didn’t make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldn’t do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldn’t be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldn’t help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.

❝ Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave ❞

And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didnβ€˜t want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didn’t leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didn’t hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.

You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought youβ€˜d be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. Sheβ€˜s known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?

Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldn’t even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.

Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasnβ€˜t good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didnβ€˜t seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didn’t want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.

The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friendβ€˜s suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldn’t even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.

❝ I try to live in black and white but I’m so blue ❞

The race went well, but he didnβ€˜t really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.

Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasnβ€˜t spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didn’t even know why he lost you anymore, he didn’t know what the hell it was that made him believe you weren’t made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.

He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Landoβ€˜s favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.

The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that sheβ€˜d left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.

Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.

He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesn’t even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasn’t as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didn’t reach him.

β€œDude, I think your girlβ€˜s here.β€œ Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didn’t pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isn’t you at the moment. Couldn’t they just give up? He wasn’t ready yet for someone else, he didn’t even know if he wanted to be with someone that isn’t you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didn’t want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.

He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.

Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasn’t quite sure, to get his order. He wasn’t certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldn’t stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, you’d come back?

He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.

He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didn’t pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever heβ€˜d walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didn’t match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldn’t be you, right?

Oscarβ€˜s words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.

It was really you.

You tried to enjoy the party, but you really weren’t doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking you’d be hitting it off with a guy you’ve been talking to for some time, but that wasn’t the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if you’d like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didn’t have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.

And then you locked eyes.

The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.

You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didnβ€˜t dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.

β€œI didnβ€˜t know youβ€˜d be here, thought Iβ€˜d seen Oscar but I wasnβ€˜t sure,β€œ you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; you’d done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldnβ€˜t process actually being in his presence again.

β€œYou still wear the dress?β€œ

β€œItβ€˜s, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.β€œ You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didnβ€˜t even feel the same way, maybe he didnβ€˜t even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really shouldβ€˜ve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what youβ€˜d hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.

β€œIβ€˜m so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldnβ€˜t stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, yβ€˜know, would probably be better for you as well, β€˜cause you deserve better than how Iβ€˜ve treated you at the end and I donβ€˜t want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I donβ€˜t know what to do! And now youβ€˜re here and I swear Iβ€˜ve been waiting for a moment like this and-,β€œ he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, β€žIf giving up racing means youβ€˜ll let me come back to you, Iβ€˜ll do it.β€œ

Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasn’t one to joke about racing, ever. β€œLando you can’t just- I- I mean, racing? It didnβ€˜t work before Lan I just- donβ€˜t give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldnβ€˜t, you have so much ahead of you still,β€œ you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.

But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if you’d let him have that second chance too.

He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. β€œI’ll do it for you”, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.

Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldn’t feel like this again, but you’ve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Lando’s perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldn’t ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.

Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that you’d have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and that’s all that mattered for now. It’s gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how you’d manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didn’t care about any of that, simply content with having you again.

He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.

❝ I’d like to mean it when I say I’m over you, but that’s still not true. ❞

THE GREATEST β€” TRUE BLUE

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9 months ago

౨ৎ MAXIVSTAPPEN’S 1K EVENT ౨ৎ

౨ৎ MAXIVSTAPPEN’S 1K EVENT ౨ৎ

1K EVENT :: FICS β€§ ˚. requests closed ΰ½ΌΰΌ˜β‚ŠβΊβ˜€οΈŽβ‚ŠβΊβ‹†.˚

-> [ angst / hurt & comfort / fluff / smut ]

🎧 β€” send me a song or certain lyrics of a song with a driver and i’ll write either a completely written fic, a smau or a drabble β€” or whatever you’d prefer β€” based on the music you requested. you can also request multiple songs or lyrics of different songs and i’ll combine them into one fic

πŸ’Ώ β€” send me a driver and a number. i’ll shuffle through my playlist until i’ve reached the number you sent β€” and then i’ll write a fics based on that song with your driver.

πŸ“· β€” send me a picture of a driver and i’ll write a small blurb or drabble based on it

-> read below the cut to see who i write for

1K EVENT :: GET TO KNOW ME β€§ ˚. asks open ΰ½ΌΰΌ˜β‚ŠβΊβ˜€οΈŽβ‚ŠβΊβ‹†.˚

🀍 β€” ask me anything! anything you’d like to know or might find interesting, go ahead and send me an ask :) wether that be about my fav driver, about other fandoms i’m in, or about my hair colour, i’ll answer :)

πŸŽ™οΈβ€” send me a number of times i should shuffle through my playlist β€” i’ll tell you about the song and if it has any special meaning to me etc. [they usually do]

WHO I WRITE FOR :: lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , arthur leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , logan sargeant , sebastian vettel , nico hΓΌlkenberg , alex albon , george russel , kimi antonelli , lance stroll , yuki tsunoda , pierre gasly , olli bearman , franco colapinto

ABOUT OTHER REQUESTS :: i will come to them at some point, but for now i’ll focus on this event! i might combine some, but in other cases, please be patient with me <3 my (still not published) short β€˜n sweet series will also be paused so i can focus on this, unless of course people request fics for songs from SnS ;)

and finally . . .

THANK YOU ! ❀

this is such a huge milestone and i’m so grateful to each and everyone of you <3 your support is what keeps me motivated to write more and more and the least i can do to thank you is writing those specific requests for you. love ya and thank you !


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7 months ago

I think this was the first time I saw him win

 I Think This Was The First Time I Saw Him Win

That’s the spirit !!


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9 months ago

Did u receive the break up Charles/Charles’ friend ask? :(

Yes babes! Didn’t want to post the ask because then people would know what would come next in some time :) it’s definitely noted and once I have some other requests done and find the time I’ll write it! <3


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10 months ago

are you guys reading this without getting babyfever? because if so, that’s crazy

written with lando norris as a girl dad PLEASEE !! maybe him teaching her how to dance with her little feet on his feet

β­‘ DADDY DAUGHTER DANCE β­‘

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Written With Lando Norris As A Girl Dad PLEASEE !! Maybe Him Teaching Her How To Dance With Her Little
Written With Lando Norris As A Girl Dad PLEASEE !! Maybe Him Teaching Her How To Dance With Her Little

SUMMARY ─⭑ helping your daughter dance was the best thing. until emotions overcome the moment.

A/N ─⭑ this is more of a imagine rather than a full fic 🩷 i hope you still like it!! I ALSO SAID THIS IN A PREVIOUS RESPONSE TO MY THIRST OVER F1 DRIVERS AS DADS THAT LANDO WOULD DO THIS!! i’d like to say this is way more in the future but the imagination is all up to you!!

Written With Lando Norris As A Girl Dad PLEASEE !! Maybe Him Teaching Her How To Dance With Her Little

β€œDaddy, can we dance?”

It’s been over a month since you and Lando attended Kika and Pierre’s wedding with Eva being the flower girl. Needless to say, she was absolutely enamoured with her surroundings the entire night. Whether it be the arrangement of flowers, the eye catching fashion, or even the harmonious music. But more specifically, when the music started and the flowing of the bride’s dress caught her eye.

Ever since, she’s been obsessed. Everytime you take her to the store? She has to look at the princess dresses or ballerina tutus. Except one rule, they have to be white so she can look like the bride.

`Β· . ΰ­¨ΰ­§β­’ΰΉ‹ΰ£­ β­‘

"Eva, are you sure you don't want a change in closet? The pink tutu looks so cute, my dear!"

"Nu-uh, Mummy! Brides wear white! Not pink!" Eva argues before she runs off not to far away to reach out to a white tutu on her tippy-toes.

Arguing with you daughter that has Lando's genes, was pointless. Both stubborn and honest. You give a sigh as you add take she smallest size to fit her.

"Alright little lady. You win this one."

`Β· . ΰ­¨ΰ­§β­’ΰΉ‹ΰ£­ β­‘

β€œUs..? Dance?” Lando asked, raising his head up from his phone to respond to some emails for promotional work. β€œWhat do you mean by dance, lovely? You dance perfectly fine by yourself.”

Eva tilted her head to the side, her curls bouncing with the movement. β€œNot by myself, Daddy. I want to dance with you.” She pulled at his hand, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Lando couldn’t help but smile at her earnest expression. He set aside his phone, got up from the couch, and made his way over to where Eva was standing, a little bundle of excitement in her white tutu. He crouched down to her level, his eyes twinkling with affection. β€œAlright, then. Show me how you want to dance.”

Eva grabbed his hands and led him to the center of the living room, where sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the space. She looked up at him, a mixture of excitement and shyness on her face. β€œWe can dance like Kika and her daddy!”

β€œEvie, you’re too little to do that dance.” Lando explained patting her head, ruffling her curls.

Eva's face fell slightly, β€œOh.” But she quickly brightened up with an idea. β€œBut Daddy, I can stand on your feet! Like this!” She stepped onto his feet, her little hands clutching his for balance.

Lando chuckled, his heart melting at her determination. β€œAlright, let’s do it.”

He gently held her hands and started to move, guiding her tiny feet on his. They swayed slowly, Lando making sure to keep the movements gentle and steady. Eva’s giggles filled the room as she looked up at him with pure joy.

β€œYou’re doing great, Evie,” Lando praised, his eyes never leaving hers.

β€œJust like a real bride? One that’s ready for marriage?” Eva questioned innocently.

God. Marriage. His little girl? That was Lando’s nightmare.

β€œMarriage? You’re too way young for that Evie.” Lando covered up his sour expression with a small smirk.

"Nuh-uh! I’m getting married on… on Tuesday at school! I need to practice!” Eva replied, a bright smile on her face as she looked up at her dad. Before Lando had the chance to respond from his bewilderment, the sound of the door interrupted them making Eva step off his feet and run towards the door.

β€œMummy is home!” She chanted as you went through the door.

β€œHello, Evie!” You said happily hugging her and picking her up before you looked over to Lando to see his baffled expression. β€œWhat happened to you?”

β€œEvie, say what you told me to your Mum.”

β€œI’m getting married!” She said happily, practicality bouncing on her feet.

β€œOh really?” you smirked, β€œto who, Evie?”

β€œJack from school!”

β€œAnd did ack from school ask for permission? Did Jack give you a ring? Did he-β€œ Lando butted in interrogating a bitter expression evident.

β€œNo.. but-β€œ

β€œIt’s settled this Jack isn’t marrying my little girl.” Lando stated, taking Evie from you arms to his, hugging her close.

β€œOh please Lando, you treating this as if she is getting married! They are just having fun… besides, what would you be like if the was?” You raised a brow, a small grin tugging at your lips as you watched Lando give a shiver at the mere thought of it.

β€œI don’t want to even think about that yet…”

Written With Lando Norris As A Girl Dad PLEASEE !! Maybe Him Teaching Her How To Dance With Her Little

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