Franco At The Fan Zone In Las Vegas Having The Cutest Encounter I’ve Ever Seen With A Younger Fan :

these “papaya rules” are driving me insane 👹👹

mclaren is driving me INSANE also fuck the fia for that damn ass penalty for max.

SO BIASED LITERALLY WTF

name one thing better than lego ninjago tho ILL WAIT

I’ll get to writing now too ☝️ always a pleasure

watching lego ninjago while writing roommate+frenemy!lando bc @maxivstappen is a godsend and is single handedly motivating me!!

my boyfriend’s gonna do an exchange year and we’re gonna break up because of it guys how we feelin😍

guys i am GIGGLING☝️☝️

(no actually im gonna cry cause i lowkey binge read all of lina’s stuff before i even had this blog and she was a huge inspo for me and now she mentioned me guys ha ha im okay)

which blogs do u recommend? i love ur writing so i wanna know what writing u like

i recommend my mutuals! (totally not being biased..)

they seriously have some amazing works!

my mutuals 🩵

@maxtermind @maxivstappen

@lewisvinga @maplesyrupsainz

@isaadore @harrysfolklore

@papayadays @iamred-iamyellow

and @fastandcarlos !

(for some reason it wouldn’t let me mention everyone in one line so i had to do two at a time 🥲)

EDIT: OMG I FORGOT @driverlando 😭😭 HER WORK IS ALSO GREAT! 🫶

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────── ⋆⋅☆⋅ F1 GRID TEXTS / CHATS

take a look at the tags to see who’s featured !

✩ grid x manager!reader

✩ grid x brother’s best friend!reader

✩ exes to lovers texts

✩ they get jealous

✩ calling them a good boy

✩ giving them the silent treatment

✩ break up texts

they text you after the breakup

✩ sending suggestive texts to the wrong driver

✩ they find out you cried

✩ they notice you hid being sick

[ feat. franco colapinto instead of logan sergeant ↓ ]

✩ friends with benefits with f1 drivers

✩ when they steal your panties

✩ when they cheat on you

you move on after they cheat

BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST

skibidi or gyatt?? 😛😛

GYATT🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

have yall ever tried rating guys‘ asses for fun

love that shit

(with consent guys we all do it as a joke🤞)

what's your favorite song currently?

TAL VEZ - PAULO LONDRA GRRRRRR I LOVE IT

i know you’re been hearing this a lot but i also gotta say ur blog might be my new fav 1000/10 😩🫠

I LOVE YOU thank you so much😭😭😭 giggling my ass off atm

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 ⭑

masterlist / rules / request & talk with me!

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.

`· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑

"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…”