Maxiel Or Lestappen?

Lando needs to suck a D in the morning fic I stg

a biiiiig one

max holding back lando was (besides charles crossing the line first) the best fucking thing ever

guys what should i do about my text fics tho…… should i still write for logan?? should i switch him with franco??

Heyy I need serious advice, I think my teacher is trying to groom me and idk what to do. Like he started out asking what I use on my hair to make it smell good and then for a party I used a red dress that was really tight and had a slit and he texted me (idk where he got my number ) “red is now my favorite color” bc he saw a picture of it in my friends story. On Thursday I was practicing for an event in my school so when I came back the rest of the class was doing something in the lab and I didn’t wanna do that so I went to the classroom and as I’m walking I pass that teacher but I ignore it and keep waking but then I feel like I’m being followed so when I turn the corner I run and enter the classroom where there is only one person and she’s one of my teachers and 5 secs later the creepy teacher comes in and he knew the classroom would be empty bc his classroom is next to the lab and it’s impossible for him not to have seen my classmates. Like 2 minutes after my friend comes. Anyways the event I told you about, the outfits were very revealing so my friend started like complaining about them bc it was a short skirt (very short like upper thigh showing booty type short) and an almost see through crop top and he overheard that so the next day he saw me at the practice for the event and I was Early so I was alone and he asked me how the outfit fit me and I was like “it’s okay hahaha” bc I’m uncomfortable but I still have this thing where I’m too nice to everyone and after I said that I left and then he texted me “I can’t wait to see you in the outfit of the event 🥴” and I stared at it in shock for a min but then he deleted it so I couldn’t take a ss and then I got bored so I answered him (I know it’s wrong but still) but I told him that they changed it and he said “I wanted to see you in that dress 🙁” and then he said he texted me like “sometimes it scares me to text you” and then i asked him why bc at this point I wanna gather evidence to sue him or smth and he said something Iike i don’t want something to be misinterpreted so if I text you something will you delete it and I said o yes bc im obviously not going to delete him and I guess I took to long to answer when he asked if I was alone bc he said that he would tell me in person and now I’m scared of being alone in school, my friends know but they can’t be with be 24/7 even though they try not to leave me alone. But my conflict comes when I don’t know if I want to tell on him to the authorities or not like what if some other girl falls for this? He’s like 40 btw and is everyone’s favorite teacher but also it’s a ONG legal battle (probably) and I don’t wanna gather more evidence bc it’s giving me the ick now that reality has settled in and also I’m scared of telling my dad and I just don’t know what to do. For reference he’s in his 40s and I’m still a minor. But Also I’m worried that they would read the texts and be Ike “she’s flirting back, she wanted it” bc like I told you I have this thing where I’m very polite and the thing is where I’m from the age of consent is 14 and I’m well over that age.

This is crazy girl I hope you’re okay!!

despite you being over the age of consent I think it’s inappropriate and maybe even illegal anyway? i obv don’t know where you live but in Germany your teacher would very much get fired IMMEDIATELY

you feel unsafe so please, even if you don’t want to, talk to your dad or the principal or another teacher BECAUSE THAT IS NOTTTT OKAY

And im pretty sure even if your replies to him would seem like you’re flirting back THATS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT BECAUSE HES YOUR TEACHER that mad should NOT text you and even less he should be sending messages like that

please stay safe and talk to someone!!

if you want to talk to me more about to be scared to send me a dm or another ask but please girl do something 😭 the whole situation is so scary

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

⭑ DADDY DAUGHTER DANCE ⭑

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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!!

“Daddy, 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.

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"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."

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“Us..? Dance?” Lando asked, raising his head up from his phone to respond to some emails for promotional work. “What 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. “Not 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. “Alright, 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. “We can dance like Kika and her daddy!”

“Evie, you’re too little to do that dance.” Lando explained patting her head, ruffling her curls.

Eva's face fell slightly, “Oh.” But she quickly brightened up with an idea. “But 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. “Alright, 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.

“You’re doing great, Evie,” Lando praised, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Just like a real bride? One that’s ready for marriage?” Eva questioned innocently.

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

“Marriage? 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.

“Mummy is home!” She chanted as you went through the door.

“Hello, Evie!” You said happily hugging her and picking her up before you looked over to Lando to see his baffled expression. “What happened to you?”

“Evie, say what you told me to your Mum.”

“I’m getting married!” She said happily, practicality bouncing on her feet.

“Oh really?” you smirked, “to who, Evie?”

“Jack from school!”

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

“No.. but-“

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

“Oh 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.

“I don’t want to even think about that yet…”

heyaaa!! i absolutely love love love your blog and ur texts so so so much!! i was wondering if you could maybe do one where the reader sends a suggestive/flirty message to the wrong driver? and then it’s just confusion and embarrassment hahah

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

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

requested? Yes! See above :) thank you sm for your kind words! this request has been sitting in my inbox for some time now and I finally had the motivation to do it! I’m currently working on completing all my smau/chat requests (not in a specific order - just what I wanna do atm) so if you requested something and it’s not yet posted, please be patient :) working on actual fics in the meantime as well

crack! + suggestive ⋆ requests are open –> masterlist –> previous post

a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !

GUYS??????

pls for your own good read this

🏹 The Archer (LS2)

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

♥ synopsis: The aftermath.

♥ a/n: Im so upset. Im broken. This is my grieving process

Combat, I'm ready for combat,

The pre-race ritual has always been the same for Logan and you. In front of the mirror, your hands slipping around his toned midriff, nails tracing the evidence of gym sessions beneath his race suit, his helmet on its stand, air at a standstill, as his head falls back onto your shoulder with a shaky exhale.

He knew it, and you knew it.

Zandvoort was the last one, and even though no one knew that for certain, and Vowles hadn't called the meeting, hadn’t thrown down the gavel on the blonde’s dream, you both knew it and it sat in your stomachs like a weight.

He picks his head back up, and turns to face you, planting a small kiss on your nose, and you do the same.

His nose is awfully cold, but you watch him slip the helmet on, and pray that it warms him through.

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

Watching him spin out was like the nail in the coffin.

Watching orange tongues lap at the rear of his car was enough to drive you to a Hamlet-like state; to jump in his grave, pull the casket lid wide, and scream to the onlookers your love. 

When he’s back from medical, he looks at you, a silent acceptance of the end of his career quite literally going up in flames. He runs over, head buried in your chest as silent sobs wrack through his trembling frame. “Logan…” you mutter into his hair, about to ask what he thought would happen to his seat.

“I don’t even want it anymore…” he cries

“But, what if you do?”

'Cause cruelty wins in the movies,

He was told he was out 2 days before they announced it. The young Argentinian with his head hung low in the meeting room, unable to look at Logan. The cold fist of Vowles telling him what he’d been expecting, but the thought of him ruining this young boy’s career filled him with rage. 

How dare he do this again. How dare he do this to another bright star, to ignite his explosion all too short of a supernova. 

I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

You try to get him to stop for a moment, but he’s sat furiously typing. He has to get it all out, he says. Too many thoughts, he says. He types and types as you hold him. Every frustration, every late upgrade, every lost nugget of feedback, every false promise, the results of which spilled into the American’s notes app like he was a teenage girl, feeling her heartbreak through lines of shower thoughts and ill-placed rhymes.

When he finished, he exhaled, and looked at you, with a weak smile, and hit delete on the note. 

Easy they come, easy they go

You two don’t stay in the UK long. The boxes are full the day it’s announced and the flights to Florida only a few days after. 

“Home” he had begged on that night, “If the track can’t be, I want to make home with you”

And you agreed, you packed up your life in England alongside him, the helmets and trophies of past delegated to a manila coloured box labelled “FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE”

They would stay there.

For a while, at least.

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

The last thing he does is visit Oscar. Or at least, he tries to. His rosy knuckles tap on the Australian’s door one last time before he realises Oscar is not answering, despite the party going on inside the house. He is far too busy living their dream to remember to answer to the door to a boy delegated to a photograph on his mother’s refrigerator. 

I never grew up, it's getting so old, Help me hold onto you

It’s like he’s 11 again, in his parent’s living room, watching ‘Top Gun’, and eating popcorn. No one has bought it up. Not you, not his parents, not Dalton, it hangs in the air like the wheel had clung to his car by a wire’s length. Instead, you all ignore it for the simple pleasure of family. You laugh as he throws popcorn at his brother like they’re children. And you smile to yourself.

He never got to be a kid, really so why not hold onto that freedom now?

I've been the archer

He’d been the winner

I've been the prey

He was the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

You could never leave him, darling.

But who could stay?

Home always stayed.

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅ MAX VERSTAPPEN #1

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✩ OPEN UP THE DOOR

part of : 1k event

synopsis :: max seems to be in a terrible condition, so you really need him to open the door now

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

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS ! LANDO NORRIS X READER BLURB

best friend ! lando who holds you tight after you came crying to him because your boyfriend cheated on you

best friend ! lando who spends every free second of his time with you, always making sure you’re distracted enough to not think about what your ex did to you

best friend ! lando who always takes you to his races, happy to see you smiling and giggling next to his mother in the McLaren hospitality

best friend ! lando who comes running to you first after a race as you kiss his cheek, congratulating him on his performance, relaxing into his embrace

best friend ! lando who loves seeing how well you get along with the other drivers and their girlfriends

best friend ! lando who gets constantly teased by oscar about the way he looks at you, how he admires you, and how he’s scared to ask you out

best friend ! lando who secretly blushes every time he stumbles over an edit or a tweet about the two of you, the fans already speculating about wether it’s really just a ‚friendship‘ or something more

best friend ! lando who sees you getting ready in your apartment for yet another first date, an unimpressed and disapproving look on his face

best friend ! lando who waits for your call, knowing he’d have to pick you up after that date. they never go well

best friend ! lando who finally cracks when you’re sitting in his car crying because no guy seems to treat you right

best friend ! lando who wipes away your tears with his hand, his fingers gently caressing your cheek

best friend ! lando who tilts your head to make you look at him, leaning in to finally kiss you

best friend ! lando who smiles into the kiss as you do the same, butterflies erupting in your tummy

best friend ! lando who has that warm, fuzzy feeling inside his body as he glances at you in his passenger seat as you doze off, driving you back home with a steady grin on his face, his cheeks painted in a warm pink

best friend ! lando who is absolutely in love with you.

i want him so bad lolz ༉‧₊˚. [ masterlist / previous post / requests open ]

I like listening to billies songs from her new album like this:

Birds of a feather, blue, l'amour da ma vie and the greatest. Cuz birds of a feather is referenced in blue and then the whole I lied part is mentioned in blue as well. So I like to listen to those in that order

yessss !!!! i love how finneas and billie put so many references to other songs in that album :) loved that already in NDA and goodbye from her other albums