These “papaya Rules” Are Driving Me Insane 👹👹

How George felt ending the statement with "best regards":

ARGH😫😫

hihi congrats on 500 followers wohooo!!! i love your writing sm you deserve 500 and many many many more <3

for your special how about either oscar or lando (you decide bb) who always wants his best friend (reader) to come to one of his races and then that ONE time it actually works out he wins and instead of being normal about it the first thing he does is run to his bestie and kiss her ?? romcom vibes iygm <33

have fun with it lovie!! if you don’t want to write it don’t worry it’s just an idea ofc

my baby i love the bones of you! i love love love this idea tysm 💗

reqs are still open cuz my laptop is fixed!!!

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oscar didn’t mind that you had a life outside of him. he honestly didn’t. most best friends did. he himself had a life that didn’t revolve around you so why should he expect you to? his mother had told him that it was the part of him that was in love with you that wanted him to be the centre of attention. at first he was shocked by the very thought of being in love with you. but then when he saw you for the first time after that conversation with his mother, it hit him like a grand piano falling on top of him in the middle of the street.

since his realisation he had begged you to come to a race and cheer him on. it baffled you because for as long as you had known oscar he had never really bothered about you coming to watch him race, it’s not like he came to watch you type up a report at your office. so when he started getting on your case about it, well it made you wonder what exactly had changed.

“please! i am begging you to come with me. just this once.” oscar had pleaded from your couch. it was the summer break and he had decided to stop over at yours for a sleepover, having missed you while being away racing for the past god knows how long.

you rolled your eyes. “why do you keep asking me? you never cared before.” you retorted knowing that this would shut oscar up. it always did.

“i miss you a lot while i’m away. you are my best friend you know. face time doesn’t do it for me anymore.” oscar had pulled your feet to rest on his thighs as some stupid romcom played on your tv in the background.

you don’t know what tugged at your heartstrings this time, maybe it was his honestly and not shutting you out this time. or maybe it was the face that you really did want to watch him in his element. you would’ve killed to watch him win his first race, even under the circumstances.

“fine but you better win to make it worth it.”

this conversation plays in oscar’s mind the entire way to baku. you sat next to him nervously. it wasn’t your first time flying, but it was your first time flying in max verstappen’s private jet with your best friend, his teammate and the current world champion.

oscar’s hand makes its way over to your knee to give a supportive squeeze and both lando and max can tell that there is nothing platonic about the two of you. lando wonders when something will get done about it.

★・・・・・・★

was it too ridiculous for oscar to hope for a only one room, only one bed situation? when he had confided in lando - he laughed in his face. so it was safe to say that it was but that didn’t stop oscar from hoping.

you end up in the room beside oscar, close but not close enough. you were oscar’s guest for the entire weekend, except thursday. that was your day to explore the wonderful city, this was such a long way from home and you were so excited to find some of the city’s most beautiful areas. this was an agreement you had made with oscar about your time here and he had begrudgingly agreed. he would rather with him the whole weekend but you knew how media days worked and if you were honest you could’ve be arsed with the whole hassle of it.

oscar wasn’t too fragile to admit that he did in fact miss you while you were off galavanting. he wanted to be there with you but alas, he had a job to do.

when you eventually did return to the hotel around dinner time, you sat with oscar and showed him everything you had seen that day while he listened intently with the biggest smile on your face. he owed his mum big time.

oscar does great over the practice sessions and you enjoy getting to watch him race around the track, getting a feel for the weekend ahead of him. watching him made you realise how much you actually enjoyed watching f1 as a whole. not even just your boyfriend- i mean your best friend. not that you wanted him to be your boyfriend or anything, that would just be crazy!

on saturday you watch oscar cross the line and qualify second on the grid and it makes you buzz with excitement. you wait for oscar in the mclaren garages to congratulate him. not really knowing where you should be during this time of celebration.

oscar finds you moments after his interview and pictures are taken like it’s his only purpose this weekends. you elect to ignore the raging butterflies the look in his eyes gives you when he finally spots you in the sea of papaya mechanics.

“hi! well done that was amazing! you were so fast!” you say through a giggle as oscar engulfs you in a hug that is worthy of the big screen. oscar mumbles something into your neck and all you can think is that you could definitely get used to this.

★・・・・・・★

the sight of a ferrari and a redbull colliding made your stomach sink. even when you knew both drivers were okay it worried you to no end, knowing that oscar puts himself in the way of that kind of danger multiple times a year and you had no idea just how dangerous it was until now. the chaos made your mind temporarily forget about oscar leading the race.

in what feels like seconds later, oscar crossed the finish line first and like a sheep you follow the mechanics to watch the podium.

what you didn’t know though, was that oscar had only one thing on his mind at the moment. and it wasn’t even getting his second win and proving all the critics wrong when they said that he wasn’t deserving of that win in hungary. he had to see you. his lucky charm. he raced like a god out there and in his love-struck mind he had no one else to thank other than you.

after stopping his car and almost sliding off of it he spots you waiting for him and his mind doesn’t take a second to think about what he’s about to do as he races towards you with what must be the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. his flushed cheeks and the pure sparkle of happiness in his eyes makes you light up with joy. he gets to you in record time and you don’t get to tell him well done or even let him know that his mum is a few people away because he is taking your face in his hands and he is planting the sweetest kiss on your lips. he doesn’t ask and even though it doesn’t bother you, you can tell he feels horribly about it when he pulls away and eventually spots his mum. with no time to talk about what happened you just let him run over to her with a grin that matched his.

there was plenty of time to tell him how much you loved him once he got down from the top step of the podium anyway.

neither of you were aware of the cameras on you during that (what should’ve been) private moment so when you show oscar a cute edit of the both of you, where the clip of what your first public ans actual kiss was played first he just pulls you in for another that was probably your fifth hundred.

what if I made an f1 centered apply fic on Wattpad guys WHAT IF

LANDO NORRIS The Winner of the '24 Dutch GP

fully ready to revoke the british citizenship bc bleh brits

we support the Dutchman and the Dutchman only!!

hi! i saw that you have a 1k event so i was wondering can i request, the lyrics “open up the door,can you open up the door?”- chihiro, billie eilish. “I want you to stay”-birds of a feather, billie eilish. with max verstappen?

OPEN UP THE DOOR ! MV1

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☽｡⋆ max seems to be in a terrible condition, so you really need him to open the door now — max verstappen x reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 angst, hurt & comfort, fluff? 𝄞 0.8k words (blurb)

He had been down for days now, a breakdown as foreseeable as the weather.

He was at his breaking point, but made sure nobody knew. Of course, he knew that showing emotion isn’t something to be ashamed of regardless of one’s gender, but there was still something so humiliating about having to give in, about having to speak about his - what the formula one fans called it - “downfall”.

He didn’t want to give in because he hadn’t lost yet. He was still leading, still the one with better chances to win the championship, but all praise towards Norris, someone who’s supposed to be his friend first and rival second, hurt like hell.

So after yet another pole for Norris, even though the rest of the day went incredibly well for Max, he really needed to let it out. Finally.

He hurried off into his driver’s room, face all red and hands shaking. He didn’t even know himself if he felt anger or sadness right this moment, all he knew was that one more stupid question by a reckless reporter would give him the rest, and a scandal like that would only make things worse. Couldn’t people just let him do his damn sport and drive? Who gives a fuck about his relationship to his fellow drivers, who cares about who he thinks should be McLaren’s first driver? Was his opinion really that important?

As if that wasn’t enough already, he had to put up with insults and doubts from fans and even his own team as well. They want him to be flawless yet only ever remind him of his flaws.

Max paced around his room, droplets of sweat running down his cheek. He was fucking done with this shit. Why couldn’t they just let him do his damn job? All he signed up for was driving, and now he had to meet random celebrities he doesn’t even know the names of, he has to put with drama fueled up for nothing and the fia now also wants him to stop swearing as if he was some little kid. It was absolute bullshit to him.

His hands clenched into fists and the familiar taste of blood in his mouth was the only thing keeping him from biting down onto his lip even harder.

But then he heard a knock.

“Max? Can you open up the door?”

He recognized you immediately. Your voice was soft and tender like the one of an angel, making his heart flutter, yet he didn’t want you to see him like that.

You were one of Max’s new engineers, and he had never been so happy to see a new face in the Red Bull garage. It was unusual at first, but you two got along as if you’d known each other for forever already, making the separation of the private life and the work life harder than Max usually knows it to be.

You had noticed that Max has been on edge for a while now, especially today. Seeing him run off to his driver’s room only worried you more.

“Sorry, y/n. Can’t at the moment”

Maybe this wasn’t professional of you, and maybe you shouldn’t be standing in front of his door waiting for him to welcome you in, but maybe you were good enough friends for you to know that he shouldn’t be alone right now, even if he thinks differently.

And maybe you wanted nothing more than to finally be there for him like he was for you when you explained to him how weird it felt to work at a place you’ve never even known or seen from outside the tv before.

“Max, can you open up the door? Please? I’m worried”

And that was all he needed to hear. The last thing he wanted was to worry you over what is supposed to be meaningless stuff like this.

He knew you were the right person for him to see right now, and he also knew you wouldn’t judge him.

And so he finally opened the door, the familiar scent of your perfume immediately filling up his nose making him practically fall into your embrace. You slightly pushed the door with your foot so it would close by itself before burying your fingers in his hair while he breathed down your neck.

With your hands cradling his scalp and his arms tight around your waist, Max knew one thing for sure; he wanted you to stay.

guys ik this is very short & bad but i cannot do better atm because of school! very sorry :( but i’m working on some other stuff already!!

@diqldrunks just never misses💗💗

pleaseee headcannons about lando x frenemies to lovers cause I feel like that’s so fitting for him idk (if u want to ofc)

okay three facts about meeee

I loooove partying with close friends ESPECIALLY during summer, I love sad music and I have terrible sleeping problems 😚

don’t stress yourself tho if no ideas pop up lovely!!

you’re genuinely the sweetest <3 and yes lando absolutely embodies this trope 🤭 (i hope you enjoy it 🙏💕)

an: for some reason this made me think of roommate!lando? thoughts? 🫣

HEADCANNONS:

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FRENEMIES TO LOVERS: ft. lando norris

truly, you don’t even why lando aggravated you to such an extent.

he wasn’t rude to you in any way

just, annoying

what you do know, however, is that regardless of his irritating smirk and sarcastic quips, you couldn’t help but be pulled to him.

in a crowded room, you could be found bickering in a corner together, closed off to the rest of the world.

it was always over something ridiculous — him claiming your shoes were ridiculous and you countering on his horrendous jumper.

at get togethers with your friends, something frequent in the summer months, you would often be arguing about everything.

about the music:

lando removing from queue, and outrightly refusing to play, your music (deeming it ‘depressing’).

you ‘accidentally’ disconnecting the bluetooth from his phone.

about the food and drinks:

lando adding way to much alcohol to the punch that you two had been tasked to organise

you ordering way too much food ‘just in case’ (it’s fine, it was on lando’s card anyway)

lando objecting to the insane amount that people now need to eat (okay so maybe you did go slightly overboard-)

he however, (rarely) could be a godsend:

maybe you were on a group holiday, renting a villa in the outskirts of a quiet town.

it was late, and you couldn’t sleep.

and, it was late enough that your phone touch was needed for you not to fall down the flight of stairs as you made your way to the lounge.

you got the fright of your life when you span around the corner and saw a silhouette sitting on one of the sofas., only a lamp illuminating him.

your phone clattered onto the floor in a loud noise.

you were expecting a snarky comment about your dramatic entrance, or the mismatched socks that you wore.

he must have seen the darker circles under your eyes from your lack of sleep, but he didn’t mention them.

all he did was move over slightly so there was room for you to sit next to him.

wordlessly, he draped the blanket that had been previously folded next to him on you.

you sad silently, watching the crappy crime show that was over 40 years old, that lando had on.

after the repeated plot formula becoming obvious after 5 episodes, your eyes finally felt heavy.

you didn’t notice that you fell asleep with your head on lando.

you didn’t know that he refused to move — even to grab the remote — as to not wake you.

you didn’t find out until morning and one of your friends had taken a photo of the two of you together, that he fell asleep too.

for the rest of the holiday, there were jokes of if you two were ‘going to take an afternoon nap together’, or if lando ‘misses you when he slept’.

one thing your friend said seemed to stick with you a little more than the others: ‘i knew you two had a thing for each other — don’t you see the way lando looks at you?’

(this was not proofread-)

lando taglist (lmk if you want to be added); @formulaal @landossnorriss @maxivstappen @bunnisplayground @sarx164 @itssssstiiiiimmmmmeeee @alex-lba @nichmeddar @djoenthusiast @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @bowielovesyou @ln4obsessedb1tch @fairywriter-oracle @elieanana @weekendlusting @awritingtree @scorpiodiosa @papayadays @loxbbg @freyathehuntress @sunny44 @kodeelynn @lottalove4evelyn

I have a not so cute request(? Can we have a Franco Colapinto + Bed Chem by Sabrina? Say yes Please 🥺

Also, personal question… do you speak Spanish? c:

yes absolutely! can’t wait to finally write for him once i finish another request today because honestly im craving franco smut as well😚😚 AND BED CHEM IS SUCH A NICE SONG !! will start writing today

and to answer your question, yes i do! it’s not the best, but i do understand quite a bit :)) im actually going to Argentina in 2026 for a few months! if you guys would like to, you can converse with me in either French or Spanish as well as in German because those are the languages i can speak besides English and i could use some practice for the first two!

also, you can send in Spanish, French or German songs for the event too <3

must be my fav gp this season so far

Hiiii i just wanna say i love your writing and i want to get into writing fics but i dont know where to start do you have any tips?

thank you so much! I have a few tips you can read down below :) or just dm me!! id happy to answer some more questions if you’d like

im quite a creative person so everytime i listen to songs, i make up stories following the lyrics! that's why for my 1k event, i chose song requests — thats where i get my inspo from anyway!

as example, writing "the greatest" was very easy for me because i went from lyric to lyric — so while i did have to make it my own story (pairing, storyline etc.) i already knew what the main point of the story was — feeling unappreciated / ignored in your own relationship, which obviously is meaning of the song.

at some point you will just go along with your own ideas from start to finish, but it's also okay if you don't. for me it's definitely easier to write to songs because i can basically 'hear' the vibe i want my readers to feel while reading my story — for the greatest, that was frustration, sadness, etc.

for the actual act of writing i don't have many tips as i am not a native speaker. all i can say is, write what you read. and i don't mean that as in 'steal other people's work', but rather as the act of finding different wording or phrasing to make your stories more appealing.

you could write ‘they felt nervous’ or you actually describe how said person’s hands were shaky and their breath unsteady — i think you get what i mean.

if you asked me to write a story in german, it would be a lot better than my english writing here on tumblr. but i’ll just keep reading and reading and reading until i can improve my own writing the way i want to :)

so - just write whatever and whenever you feel like. motivation comes and goes, so does inspiration. i have a wip that’s been sitting in my notion app for months now, but i managed to write ‘the greatest’ in maybe 4 days.

my main tip tho is to just write!!! if you have any ideas, type them down immediately. you can keep going immediately or just continue whenever you find the time or the inspo again - but you at least have something written down already.

school’s been fucking my head lately so idk if anything of what i’ve said even makes sense so im sorry if it doesn’t 🫶🏻