starlost97

[starlost97]

update

college is eating me alive

I'll try to post at least 1 shortfic every week (lets pray that my academic life doesn't get in the way)

I have some requests for f1 that I still have to write, but since f1 is not my hyperfixation anymore, it'll be a bit harder for me, so it'll take longer :(

I'll start posting kpop shortfics soon though!! yay

anyway

thank u for your support <3

xoxo

hi!!

sorry for the lack of postings!! I got kind of overwhelmed with it and now I have to prepare myself for college since I'll start having classes again next week </3

thank you so much for all the love on my posted works! one of them is already at 2k and I just can't believe it, really. I posted it for fun and could never imagine how many people would read it.

wishing all of you lots of love <3 I'll make sure to post my shortfics more frequently as soon as I get used to college again!

xoxo

#starlost97 !!

[starlost97]

hi!!

sorry for the lack of postings!! I got kind of overwhelmed with it and now I have to prepare myself for college since I'll start having classes again next week </3

thank you so much for all the love on my posted works! one of them is already at 2k and I just can't believe it, really. I posted it for fun and could never imagine how many people would read it.

wishing all of you lots of love <3 I'll make sure to post my shortfics more frequently as soon as I get used to college again!

xoxo

#starlost97 !!

[starlost97]

— last.

summary: You and Arthur were exactly like each other. And as much as this could be good, it was also a problem. (based on the song "cowboy like me" by Taylor Swift)

keywords: fluff, personal favorite, Arthur Leclerc is a player, Reader is a player, based on a Taylor Swift song, f!reader.

characters: Arthur Leclerc.

warnings: none.

a/n: i'm actually SO proud of this one. like really proud.

word count: 650.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

People said that you and Arthur were the perfect match. Two people with a terrible reputation, never going to their own home after night outs and neverending dating rumors.

However, people didn’t understand it. How could you trust someone so similar to you? You knew very well how untrustworthy you were when it came to love. Always giving out a fake number, leaving before they wake up and not saying anything too personal.

Arthur was exactly like that. Just like you.

But there was something different about him. About his kiss. Sometimes slow, but sometimes so passionate. So torturous but so addicting. You couldn’t get enough of it, and Arthur wished that he couldn’t say the same.

The ghost of your lips on his, the memory of your warmth against his body and the feeling of having you in his arms was something that didn’t stop haunting him since your first night together.

It wasn’t something that he could explain. Not one of his friends could comprehend the effect that you had on Arthur. He knew very well how bad it could go. How you could destroy him.

But as in the myth of Icarus, he couldn’t help but go directly into the sun. The beauty of freedom to him, and the temptation of diving into true love to Arthur.

And if he did fall, it would be in love. He just didn’t know if he would end up in hell.

But hell wouldn't sound so lovely.

As your voice echoed around the room and that heavenly voice brought butterflies to his stomach, he smiled. He could never get used to it. To listening to your voice. To being with you. To you.

“But I said, ‘Dancing is a dangerous game’.”

Arthur’s smile turned into a smirk as he remembered the countless nights they spent dancing. Not only in parties, events, but also alone in each other’s places, being illuminated only by the street lights that invaded their apartments.

God, he loved having his hands on you. Guiding your body to the rhythm of the song and feeling your smile against his lips when he squeezed her waist.

It drove him crazy. Everything about you was maddening. How could you be so perfect? So tempting? So addicting?

Self-preservation left his body and it seemed like it was never there. Vulnerability never gave him comfort, but there was something so erotic about being exposed to you. To someone who could do anything to him, from destroying to making him the happiest man alive. God, he didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

Your beauty was enough to make him want to watch you do anything. He would’ve loved to be destroyed by you, watch as your pretty little mind created the most perfect of plans to manipulate him.

You for sure had what was necessary to do it. He was completely — and happily — vulnerable.

“Now you hang from my lips,” You sang, looking Arthur in the eyes. “like the Gardens of Babylon.”

Uncertainty. He wanted to take that away from you, but still, there was something beautiful about choosing to trust. All the stakes were against him, but yet, the overwhelming passion was enough to make you vulnerable to him. And that was very much an honor to him.

He was honored to have you entirely.

When you finished the song, Arthur waited for you to come to him, as you always did after the shows. He watched as your figure became clearer, and how the long green dress complimented your skin.

You smiled at him, and that alone could’ve killed him.

“I couldn’t have expressed us in any better way, darling.” He said, pulling you into his lap and looking into your eyes. “You’re my only true love, and also my last.”

You were the only experience of true love that Arthur ever had, and he’ll keep it that way.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #fluff #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #taylor swift song

[starlost97]

— prettiest.

summary: With Charles questionable dating history, you didn't want to risk getting into a relationship with someone with that reputation. He was, however, determined to change your mind. And when you did, he couldn't be happier.

keywords: fluff, Charles Leclerc is a simp, f!reader.

characters: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr. (mentioned).

warnings: swearing.

a/n: pathetic men begging for a chance? yes please. also love u charles but u would never see a glimpse of any of my female friends <3 anyways don't take it too seriously! enjoy :)

word count: 461.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

The world is a cruel place.

Charles, however, was the only one to blame in this situation.

He was also the only one that could fix it.

When you told him that despite your feelings for him, you wouldn’t date someone with such a questionable dating history, the driver was extremely sad. Everyone heard the jokes about how you can’t introduce your female friends to Charles, so why would you risk getting in a relationship with someone with that kind of reputation?

Well, the monegasque made sure to show you everything he had to offer.

Liking all your instagram photos, commenting on them — and making all their fans go wild in the process —, shamelessly staring at you — although that wasn’t really on purpose — when you appeared on screen. The world knew how obsessed he was with you.

He stopped going to parties. He only went to them when he knew you were there, and that was clear.

Charles didn't ask you out again for a long time, though. As if he had a plan to complete before allowing himself to bother you again.

But God, he was terrible at hiding how badly he wanted to take you out. To treat you just like you deserved. To turn all his adoration into worship.

He did last surprisingly long, however. It wasn't hard to exceed the expectations when they were that low. Even Carlos thought that he would last two days without telling you how much he loved you.

Well, he lasted four. And he was very proud of it.

“You're so beautiful.” He mumbled, staring adoringly at you. “Such a shame I didn't win you yet.”

“Yet?” You asked, smiling. “So full of confidence, aren't you?”

“How could I not be? I just made the prettiest girl in the world smile.” Charles said, stroking your cheek. “Come on, give me a chance. I'm starting to get desperate.”

“Sorry, starting?” You breathed out, starting to laugh.

“Alright, you got me. I'm desperate already. Hopelessly desperate.” Charles said, feeling butterflies only with your laugh.

You two stared at each other's eyes for some time, sharing adoration.

“You better not make me regret this, Leclerc.” You mumbled, getting up from the couch and walking away.

Charles was quick to grab your hand and pull you to himself. Your faces were now close to each other, and you could feel his quick heartbeat against your chest.

“I swear that you won't.” He said, closing the gap between you and kissing your lips, feeling as relief filled him. “Fuck, how can your kiss be so sweet?”

He stared at you in disbelief. He indeed just kissed perfection, didn't he?

“I might have to kiss you again and again to find out, pretty girl.”

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #fluff #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz

[starlost97]

— boast.

summary: You and Lance decided to keep your relationship secret for the first few months, and he was fine with that. But he wasn't that ok anymore when rumors started going around about you being with another driver.

keywords: fluff, hard launch, Lance Stroll is jealous, Lance Stroll the boyfriend™️, brazilian!reader, f!reader.

characters: Lance Stroll, Felipe Drugovich (mentioned).

warnings: jealousy? is that a warning or a invitation?

a/n: lance is so boyfriend it's actually insane. also I was very inspired by mr arastoo vaziri from the tv show bones. like?? excuse me?? "loving you is the easiest thing in my life right now. i want to boast to the world about it, but that's just my ego"???? this man.

word count: 273.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Lance’s love for you was something that anyone that had any contact with the two of you could see.

But sometimes he forgot that the internet, the fans and the media still didn’t know about it.

If it were for Lance, he would’ve posted photos with you after day one, but you thought that it was better to wait some weeks to see how things would go, so he respected it.

When people started rumoring that you were going out with Felipe Drugovich, though, he wasn’t really that calm anymore.

Sure, they did spend a lot of time together, but it was mainly because you both were brazilian and could speak in portuguese freely, not because you two were in a relationship. Drugovich even talked to Lance about it and kind of apologized for it, even though it wasn’t his fault.

Lance thought for a moment that he would go insane with the amount of images that went through his head of you, his girlfriend, with someone else.

You, however, saved him from insanity by allowing him to tell the world about you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

The picture that he posted made anyone that saw it go crazy about it. Not only because his relationship with you was announced, but also because it was more than just a picture.

You were wearing a short, off-shoulder green dress, while he wore a white unbottoned shirt. His hands supported your waist as he dipped you and smiled against your cheek.

He didn’t even need to think twice about the caption.

“I can’t believe I can finally boast to the world about you.”

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #fluff #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #lance stroll x you #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x female reader

[starlost97]

I WROTE IT GIGGLING

— obsession.

summary: Max always have been obsessed with you, and he thought that his love couldn't possibly grow bigger. That was until you surprised him with an "I love my boyfriend" shirt.

keywords: fluff, Max Verstappen is obsessed with reader (worryingly so), f!reader.

characters: Max Verstappen.

warnings: none, just fluff.

a/n: lewis is going to ferrari. no one talk to me. (I had fun writing this one)

word count: 287.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

There are some things that are considered by society as common knowledge. Some examples are the amount of months in a year, where the Eiffel Tower is and how hopelessly and proudly obsessed Max Verstappen is over you, his girlfriend.

He could spend weeks talking about every little thing about you that made his heartbeat go faster, and still, it wouldn’t be enough time.

In school, he had a hard time comprehending infinity, but he learned it with you. He learned with you how there isn’t enough time in life for him to give you all the love he has for you, not only because it was too much, but also because it infinitely grew more each and every day.

How could you teach him so much?

It came to a point where people — and Max — thought that he physically couldn’t love you any more.

Well, people were wrong. Completely wrong.

When Max saw the surprise that you had made him, he felt like his connection with you were blessed by some God of love. Like you two were officially tied together till the end of times.

And it was just a silly little “I love my boyfriend” shirt.

He would feel stupid if he wasn’t so in love. Drunk with everything that there was to know about you.

It didn’t matter anymore. He would buy the ring later. He just couldn’t wait.

As he got down on one knee, one could say that his surprise was bigger than yours. But they were mistaken.

You surprised him with his own obsession over you, of which he had never doubted.

Maybe that was why Max didn’t have a choice but to be a devotee to you.

#starlost97 !!

[starlost97]

— obsession.

summary: Max always have been obsessed with you, and he thought that his love couldn't possibly grow bigger. That was until you surprised him with an "I love my boyfriend" shirt.

keywords: fluff, Max Verstappen is obsessed with reader (worryingly so), f!reader.

characters: Max Verstappen.

warnings: none, just fluff.

a/n: lewis is going to ferrari. no one talk to me. (I had fun writing this one)

word count: 287.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

There are some things that are considered by society as common knowledge. Some examples are the amount of months in a year, where the Eiffel Tower is and how hopelessly and proudly obsessed Max Verstappen is over you, his girlfriend.

He could spend weeks talking about every little thing about you that made his heartbeat go faster, and still, it wouldn’t be enough time.

In school, he had a hard time comprehending infinity, but he learned it with you. He learned with you how there isn’t enough time in life for him to give you all the love he has for you, not only because it was too much, but also because it infinitely grew more each and every day.

How could you teach him so much?

It came to a point where people — and Max — thought that he physically couldn’t love you any more.

Well, people were wrong. Completely wrong.

When Max saw the surprise that you had made him, he felt like his connection with you were blessed by some God of love. Like you two were officially tied together till the end of times.

And it was just a silly little “I love my boyfriend” shirt.

He would feel stupid if he wasn’t so in love. Drunk with everything that there was to know about you.

It didn’t matter anymore. He would buy the ring later. He just couldn’t wait.

As he got down on one knee, one could say that his surprise was bigger than yours. But they were mistaken.

You surprised him with his own obsession over you, of which he had never doubted.

Maybe that was why Max didn’t have a choice but to be a devotee to you.

#f1 #fluff #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x female reader

[starlost97]

— stupid mistake.

summary: Oscar was destined to lose when he made a bet that he would win the No Nut November.

keywords: fluff?, a bit sexual, No Nut November, f!reader.

characters: Oscar Piastri.

warnings: a bit sexual.

a/n: honestly there's still a chance that he actually won if he did the bet with Lando, because he's never beating the puta allegations.

word count: 266.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Oscar was definitely overconfident about himself, because he truly believed that he would be able to win the No Nut November bet that he made with his friends.

Sure, with your sex drive not really being that high it was easier, but by the second week, you started missing your boyfriend, and in that moment, Oscar was destined to lose.

It all started with small things: wearing a shirt without a bra, bending down in front of him, asking his opinion in tight new dresses that you had bought.

At first, Oscar thought that it was just the universe messing with him, but slowly, he finally noticed it was actually you, the love of his life, tempting him into losing the dumbest bet he had ever been a part of.

He damned himself for being so proud, so full of himself that he for a second believed that he wasn’t completely addicted to being drunk in you. Completely devoted to drowning himself in the beautiful ocean of your features, of your curves, of your sweet lips.

And when you revealed those oceans to him by “accidentally” dropping your towel, he couldn’t take it anymore. He was a hopeless addicted man and you had offered him his drug.

His hands were soon on your waist, pushing you against the wall as his lips tasted your neck. The scent of your perfume entering his nose only tempting him further to lose himself in you.

“What about the bet, Oscar?” You mumbled, smiling.

“My biggest mistake, darling. A stupid mistake that I can assure you that won’t happen again.”

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #fluff #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x female reader

[starlost97]

— only way.

summary: You decided to see what would happen if you pulled Jenson, your boyfriend, by the belt.

keywords: fluff?, kind of sexual, Jenson Button is a simp, f!reader.

characters: Jenson Button.

warnings: a bit sexual.

a/n: speechless Jenson might be my favorite Jenson.

word count: 242.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Jenson usually always had what to say. He was quick-witted, and leaving him speechless was something that rarely happened.

However, when you pulled him by the belt and torturously grazed her lips against his, barely touching it, his mouth formed a small circle, and there he stood, pathetically trying to organize his thoughts and say something about it.

He tried to mumble something. A compliment, a bad word, anything. But nothing came out.

So he just smashed his lips against yours, hungrily, holding your waist, feeling every inch of your body against his fingertips. He pulled you closer and closer, pressing his body against yours and getting overwhelmed with the desire you awakened in him when he felt you smile in the kiss.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He mumbled, his words being muffled by your lips, which he refused to part away from.

The belt you pulled was soon on the floor, and his hands traveled around your body. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it was pathetic how much he still tried.

He pulled the zipper from your dress down and watched the fabric sliding down your body, muttering swears under his breath. He would never get used to how beautifully sculpted your body was.

“Should I stop, then?” You breathed out. “I wouldn’t want to kill you.”

“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” He said, trailing kisses around your neck. “It’s the only way I would want to go.”

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #fluff #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #jenson button x you #jenson button x reader #jenson button

[starlost97]

— melt.

summary: After seeing how heartbroken the families of the people who work for the department get when they die, you decided to not get involved with anyone. You didn't expect, however, to have that ice wall melted away by someone — Jay Halstead — in your own unit. And when Jay got hurt in one of the cases, you couldn't help but be mad at him, and it didn't take long for him to figure out the why.

keywords: fluff, personal favorite, kind of grumpy x sunshine trope, Jay Halstead is a smug bastard, gn!reader.

characters: Jay Halstead.

warnings: mention of near-death experience, swearing.

a/n: wrote this after episode 7 of the Percy Jackson series (hence the Asphodels mention) at 2AM. I was actually going to request that but I ended up wanting to write it myself! hope u like it :)

word count: 1,248.

requested?: no.

Grumpy, reserved, quiet. All words used to describe you. And they weren't really that mistaken.

There was a thick ice wall between you and the rest of the world. A wall that didn't allow you to build any deeper relationship with anyone. One that burned people with its overwhelming coldness.

A wall that you build it yourself a little over a month after entering the Chicago's Intelligence Unit. Specifically after you watched how destroyed a family felt after losing a relative who worked for the department.

You felt selfish for even thinking of getting emotionally involved with someone. What if something happened to you? To them? You would never forgive yourself. You'd be rooted in the Asphodels Meadows — trapped with your own regret for all eternity — if anything ever happened because of you.

Everything was going well with it. You weren't that happy, but you were happier than you would be if you carried all the guilt of putting a loved one in danger.

But you never could prepare yourself to the warmth of Jay Halstead.

How cheeky of you to fall in love with a sweet smile. But it was true. You felt pathetically helpless any time he laughed at your jokes and showed you his teeth.

It was bittersweet. His laugh sounded like heaven and it made your life a living hell. How could you not be selfish? How could you think of being a good person when he was so close to you?

You tried to rationalized it. Tried to think that he wasn't that good. That perfect. That it was just your love-starved brain romanticizing him to tempt you.

Which lead you to the mistake of getting to know him.

Everything got worse.

The attempt of hating his flaws turned out to realizing that his loyalty was too much for his own good. He would mindlessly die for you, without a second thought or regret. How intoxicating.

He was like a honey-flavored poison. The sweetest way to lose yourself forever.

And unfortunately, you tasted him. Not only that, but it was never enough. You couldn't get enough of him. He became everything.

So when he almost died during one of the cases because he risked himself a little too much to get information, you were mad.

"Will you tell me why you're not talking to me?" He asked you, leaning over your desk and tilting his head, letting out a sigh. "Come on, I could've died and you won't even talk to me?"

"It's exactly because of that." You murmured, annoyed, not looking at him.

"What? I didn't hear you." Jay said, getting closer.

"It's because of that!" You said, now louder. You two were alone in the office. You were finishing up some papers while Jay — who couldn't for the life of him be separated from you for more than a couple hours — made you company.

"You're not talking to me because I risked myself?" Jay asked, confused, watching as you got up from the chair and went to the break room.

"I'm not talking to you because you're irresponsible!" You answered, finally looking at him in the eyes. Your bodies facing one another.

"I did it for the case! We needed the info!" Jay argued and you groaned, massaging your temples.

"Oh, my God, you really don't understand, do you?" You brushed your hands against your face, trying to calm yourself down.

"No, I don't. You do things like that all the time, and usually is worse. But when I do it, I'm irresponsible?" He asked, frowning.

He looked at you, trying to understand what was wrong. You weren't like this. You didn't fight with people unless their actions harm the case. So what was happening?

It was when the realization hit.

You were worried.

"Detective," He called, flashing you that damned smile that you so desired to kiss. "are you mad because I could've died?"

"Wha- What? No!" You mumbled, taking a step back as he approached you.

"Oh, yeah?" He mumbles, smiling smugly at you. "Are you sure of that?" He asks, getting closer and closer.

"Y-Yes, I am! If you died, it would've been a loss for the team and all the time and money that they invested on you would go to waste and-" You gulped, feeling the cold wall against your back and watching as he trapped you, putting his arms on each side of your face. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said, nervously pushing his chest, but not really wanting him to leave.

"Like what?"

"Like that! Staring at my lips! Stop it!"

"Or what?" He asked, smugly.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, and as the seconds went by, he got closer. His forehead was soon touching yours, and his smile only grew bigger.

"Looks just like a dream I had." He said, putting his hand on your chin. "It ended very well. "

You didn't answer right away, trying to process your thoughts. You wanted to give a good answer, something that would make him go away — even though you didn't really want that —, but a wave of curiosity hit you with the revelation that he dreamt of you.

"How so?" Your voice was almost inaudible.

"I got to do more than just kiss you." He whispered, as if telling a secret. "But I think that just being able to kiss you would already make me the luckiest man on earth."

Your gaze fell to his lips, and just the thought of kissing them got you nervous. Your heartbeat rapidly beating against your chest, and for a moment he thought that he could feel it too.

But it was actually his own.

"Please," He asked. It could be mistaken for a beg, but the smug look on his face said otherwise. "detective."

"I thought…" You were breathless. Your nervousness didn't let you speak properly, but still, for some reason, you knew exactly what to say.

"Say it."

"I thought you were a man of action," You breathed out. "detective."

He smiled.

His hands — painfully — slowly went to the nape of your neck, holding it as he pressed his lips against yours, devouring it slowly, torturing you with it.

The kiss was the epitome of breathtaking. His lips moved slow and tenderly against yours, savouring you like it was his last meal.

He could live the rest of his life devoting himself to kissing you. How could it taste so sweet?

Jay wasn't much of a religious man, and he was even farther of believing in Greek gods. But as he felt your body against his and your sweet kiss on his lips, he was sure that you must be Aphrodite's work.

Masterpiece, actually.

His hands traveled around your body, feeling your curves, trying to memorize it so he didn't feel so sad when they weren't against his fingertips — even though that he knew it would be his life's biggest torment.

And he got a taste of it when he had to part himself from your lips.

"What were you saying, baby?" He asked, with a smug smile on his face.

"Fuck you, Jay Halstead." You said before kissing him again, feeling his smile melt against your mouth as your fingers intertwined his hair.

"You wish." He mumbled against your lips, lifting you up by your thighs and wrapping them around his waist.

Jay warmth was definitely more than enough to melt the ice wall away.

#chicago pd #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x gn!reader #fluff #jay halstead fluff

[starlost97]

— roman empire.

summary: You decided to playfully call Oscar a "pretty boy".

keywords: fluff, Oscar Piastri is in fact a pretty boy, Lando Norris is a nuisance (in a funny way), f!reader.

characters: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris.

warnings: two uses of Y/N. I'm so sorry.

a/n: I just love writing Lando and Oscar rambling to each other about their crushes is so fun :)) also, next one will be a Jenson Button one and after that I'll post another Oscar Piastri one :) AND THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED ON THE POLL!

word count: 355.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Oscar felt like any time he felt happy before the current moment was a farce.

He believed that nothing that had ever happened to him could ever match the feeling of being called “baby” by you.

“No, and she said it so nicely too? Like, it was so natural.” Oscar said as he rambled about the moment with Lando. “I just gave her my jacket and she said ‘thank you, baby’ like it was the most normal thing ever”

“I mean, it’s not like she could guess that this would become your Roman Empire, right?” Lando said, laughing a bit.

“It’s not my Roman Empire. Don’t exaggerate it.” Oscar mumbled, and Lando raised his eyebrows.

“Oscar, you’ve been talking nonstop about it since midday. It’s almost four o’clock.” Lando said, crossing his arms. “At this point…”

Oscar didn’t hear what Lando said. It was probably some mockery, but it didn’t matter when you entered his line of sight.

“How can she look so good in red? Such a pretty girl.” He muttered, making Lando frown. He followed Oscar’s eyes and found you, that wore a red sweater over a black skirt.

“Hey, Y/N! Come here!” Lando called, receiving a light punch in the arm by Oscar.

“What are you doing?” He asked, whispering.

“Y/N, Oscar loved your sweater. He was just telling me all about it! What were your words…” Lando said, snapping his fingers, acting as if he was trying to remember it. “You called her something, what was it, Oscar?”

Oscar felt his whole face reddening, but still, somehow, he mustered up the courage to say it.

“Pretty girl.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, tilting your head and leaning towards Oscar, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, pretty boy.” You said, almost whispering the last part, winking to Oscar before walking away.

The silence settled in between the two McLaren drivers, and Lando was clearly holding back his laughter, waiting until you were far enough away so you wouldn’t hear them.

“I’m sorry, I was a bit ahead of myself. This is your Roman Empire.”

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #fluff #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 imagine #formula one fanfiction #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x female reader #lando norris

[starlost97]

— merciless.

summary: After — pathetically — alleging that he was able to keep his hands to himself around you, his girlfriend, you decide to see if that's true.

keywords: fluff, Lance Stroll is a pathetic simp, Lance Stroll's love language is physical touch, f!reader.

characters: Lance Stroll.

warnings: just fluff.

a/n: scientists are still trying to understand how Lance can be so boyfriend material. prompt this time was "how long can they go without touching you?" well, I guess the answer is just... no?

word count: 391.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

At first, Lance thought that it would be just another silly competition that you, his girlfriend, proposed to him.

“You are always touching me! I think you wouldn’t bear to keep your hands away from me for more than a few hours.” You said.

Lance’s mistake was being overly confident, because he felt desperate. How could he not touch your hair when you passed by? Not hold your hand when you walk around the paddock? And worse even, not kiss your pretty lips when you're so close to him?

He started holding his breath when you passed by so he couldn’t smell your perfume. And you found that hilarious. For you, this game was a bit easier, but still, as time passed, you started to ache for his touch too. Which gave you an idea.

It started as little air kisses that you sent to him throughout the day, or winks after you said something flirty. But now you were centimeters away from his face, feeling his warm breath hitting your nose. He was against the wall with his heartbeats quickening each second.

“You’re torturing me, did you know that?” He asks, smiling a bit as he lets out a nervous chuckle. “Pretty little tease.”

“It’s not my fault that I started missing your touch earlier than I thought that I would, is it?” You ask, tilting your head and trying to hold back a smile. “What? Don’t you want to kiss me, Lance?” You were now even closer as you stared at his half opened lips.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled as he put one of his hands on the nape of your neck and kissed you passionately. His body relaxed as relief ran through his veins. “If you knew how addicted I am to you, you wouldn’t do something so ruthless as depriving myself of touching you.” He said, looking right into your eyes with a smile on his lips. His free hand went to your waist and pulled you closer, now feeling as if fresh air entered his lungs.

“How cruel of me.” You said, laughing a bit.

“Who could tell that such an angel-looking woman could be so merciless.” He joked, smiling even bigger as he heard your giggles. “God, I love you too much.”

“I love you too.” And with that, you both went back to kissing.

#f1 x reader #f1 #fluff #formula 1 #formula one #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x you #formula one imagine #f1 x female reader

[starlost97]

— distractions.

summary: You always hated when Max got into fights, and because of that, he stopped. However, when you came into question, he just couldn't help it.

keywords: fluff, Max Verstappen (almost) fights, Max Verstappen is protective, walk him like a dog vibes, 2018!Max Verstappen, gn!reader.

characters: Max Verstappen.

warnings: almost a fight, lots of swearing, shoving.

a/n: I remember having so much fun writing this one! the prompt was "them hearing someone talking shit about you while you're not near". I didn't write what they said (just wrote that they said something)! also this one's a part of the shortfics series (that I desperately need a name to) as well!

word count: 491.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Max was known for his temper. At 21 years old he still got into fights, and for some time there was nothing that could stop him.

Then he met you, an incredibly sweet person that — for some reason — fell in love with him almost as hard as he fell in love with you. So now he had a reason to think before doing.

Still, when he heard someone muttering all the things that they would do to you, every piece of self-control that he had broke to pieces.

"What did you just say?” He asked, his voice a bit louder than usual. “Are you fucking deaf? What the fuck did you just say?”

“You are hearing things, Verstappen.” The man said, now a bit more courageous as he stepped closer with his hands in his pockets.

“Why don't you act like the man you pretend to be and own what you just fucking said?” Max said, shoving him hard against the wall.

“What's your fucking problem?” The guy asked, now getting angry.

“My problem?! You are asking me what my problem is.” Max asked, more to himself as he tried to process what he just heard. “I’ll show you exactly what my fucking problem is.” He said, violently grabbing the guy's collar and shoving him against the wall one more time. Max was angry enough to break the man's nose right there, but then, he heard a familiar voice.

“Max!”

In seconds, the guy was on the floor. Max didn't even hesitate to let him go and turn his attention to you, who had your arms crossed and looked at him with a look of disapproval.

“You know I don't like when you get into fights.” You said, making Max smile.

“I'm so sorry, babe. When he started talking shit about you… God, it was stronger than me.” He said, caressing your cheek with his thumb and kissing your forehead. He let his eyes linger around your features for a bit. “How can you be so pretty? I can't comprehend it.”

Someone might say that he was trying to change the subject so he doesn't get in trouble, but truly, everything about you was a distraction factor. Your rosy lips and how kisseable they are, the way your hair looks and feels so soft against his fingers, and your eyes…

God, your eyes.

Max was going crazy, really. One of his favorite things about you — even before you started dating — would be your eyes. And now when they look at him carrying such love…

Max likes to talk about how not even the greatest of the poets could express the feeling that those pretty eyes conveyed him.

“What were we talking about?” He asks, genuinely, as he comes back to reality, making you chuckle.

“Nothing important.” Max smiles at your answer, getting distracted once again by your pretty lips, which he gently kissed, now distracting you too.

#max verstappen #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you

[starlost97]

— always.

summary: Charles finally seeing you again after a long trip.

keywords: fluff, Charles Leclerc is a simp, Charles Leclerc can't live without reader, f!reader.

characters: Charles Leclerc.

warnings: just pure fluff, reader is referred to as girlfriend.

a/n: this is also a part of the shortfics-with-my-friend series (basically me and my friend writing f1 fics to one another)! the prompt this time was "them seeing you again after a long time". the next one that I'll post will either be a Max Verstappen one or a Lance Stroll one!

word count: 255.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Charles was walking around the airport, waiting for almost three hours — because he couldn’t help it but arrive too early — for you, his girlfriend, to arrive.

He looked around, trying to distract himself so time would pass by quicker, but everything just reminded him of you. The sky was beautiful, but it made him think that it was to welcome you back, the chair was uncomfortable, which reminded him of how much he would rather be cuddling with you, the weather was a bit cold, and now he wanted to wrap his arms around your waist and share his warmth with you.

It was ridiculous how much space you occupied on his brain, but what would he do about it? Exactly. Absolutely nothing.

All he could do was accept his inevitable fate as your devotee and wait to feel your touch again, watching the international gate, searching for you.

And when he did find you, in the middle of the crowd with your almost-too-big bags, he mindlessly ran to you, not being able to wait a moment longer.

“Babe!” He called, now making eye contact with you. You smiled, surprised, and put your bags down, opening your arms to him.

Charles hugged your waist, pressing his nose against the sweet spot between your shoulder and your neck and peppering kisses all around your exposed clavicle, being encouraged by your laugh.

“How did you even find me? I was in the middle of everyone!” You asked, in between giggles.

“I’ll always find you, love.”

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #fluff #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #formula one x reader

[starlost97]

— dress.

summary: Jenson reacts to you, his girlfriend, singing "Dress" to him. (based on the song "Dress" by Taylor Swift)

keywords: fluff, Taylor Swift song, Jenson Button is in love, red dress, f!reader.

characters: Jenson Button.

warnings: insinuations of sex, mentions of alcohol, reader wears dresses.

a/n: once more, this is one of the shortfics that I wrote to my friend! this one's prompt is "them reacting to you writing a love song about them"! also it was heavily inspired by Mr. Darcy's existence! and yes I'm addicting to making the reader wear a silk red dress. sue me.

word count: 422.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Jenson always had been the one with the big gestures of love in his relationship with you, simply because everything that he felt for you didn’t fit his body. He felt like he needed to scream to the world that you are the love of his life.

And even though he was used to big gestures like his, nothing could ever prepare himself to listen to your new song for the first time.

When he listened to you singing Dress, looking straight at him, only him, a wave of flashbacks hit him and his mind went back to when he first met you. Your little black dress showing all of your curves and your beautiful blonde hair that stopped right above your waist.

Only watching you was a gift already, but keeping your love secret with you, running away from parties and having secret dates in each other’s apartments was even more special to Jenson. He knew it was temporary, and even though he loved showing you off to the world, every moment with you turned out to be the best in his life, even if hidden away from the crowds and kept between the two of you.

As you continued singing, he couldn’t help but smile as you sang “only bought this dress so you could take it off”.

That dress.

The silk red dress that you wore to your mutual friend's party. He didn’t remember who the friend was, where the party was located nor what he wore.

All he remembered was the silk cloth sliding down your body and how his lips felt against your skin that night. He didn’t know that heaven tasted so sweet.

It was as sweet as the wine he tasted in your kiss, in the bathtub later that same night. Time stopped right there, and he never wanted to live in a moment more than he wanted back then.

When you stopped singing, he smiled, taking your hands in his and kissing you slowly, savoring each second of it like it.

“How could you make me fall in love with you all over again, my dear? I’m starting to think that you bewitched me.” He said, looking into your eyes, holding your chin. “Although I truly believe that no love potion could ever awaken such strong feelings as the ones I have for you.”

And then you kissed again, carrying the same amount of passion as the first time.

This time, however, Jenson was also carrying a tiny red velvet box in his pocket.

#jenson button #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #jenson button x reader #taylor swift song #fluff #jenson button x you

[starlost97]

— forgiveness.

summary: After a fight, you decided that the best way to punish Arthur was simply not talking. He couldn't, however, take it any longer after seeing you in a silk red dress.

keywords: not really fluff but not really angst, kind of sexual, he begs, Arthur is a simp, f!reader.

characters: Arthur Leclerc.

warnings: reader wears a dress, reader is referred to as "sweet girl".

a/n: the first shortfic to a series of formula 1 one shots! me and my friend did this thing where we write things of our favorite drivers to one another and I decided to post some (a lot) of them. hope u enjoy it! this one's prompt is "wearing a revealing dress while giving them the silent treatment". also, the next one will probably be either a Jenson Button one or a Max Verstappen one!

word count: 342.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Arthur never regretted something more in his entire life.

Sure, right after raising his voice in his argument with you he already felt like the worst boyfriend ever. You two were discussing his crappy time management skills and since he was already stressed, he ended up telling you to shut up.

And he regretted that terribly.

He had given you apology letters, perfumed them with his cologne — which you once told him was one of your favorite scents — and left them on your nightstand. But that didn’t seem to help much — even though he caught you smiling to one of them one day.

He was already hopeless by day two. He didn’t even know what to do anymore.

But when he saw you with that silky red dress, it was inevitable.

His knees failed him — thank God they did —, and soon enough he was crawling to you, putting his hands on your thighs.

“Baby, please.” He shamelessly begged. He didn’t know how long he could endure this torture anymore. “I might actually go insane without hearing your voice, mon amour.”

His eyes got lost in the way the silk hugged your body. The soft cloth moved around your waist freely, cruelly reminding him of your smooth skin underneath it, making him desperate. Desperate for your body, for your touch, for your sweet whispers against his ear.

“You know I don't mind begging you, don’t you, sweet girl?” Arthur asked, looking up at you. He grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, then wrist, then arm. Slowly, he reached your ear. “I beg you to tell me what I have to do to earn your forgiveness. I’ll do anything, darling. Anything.” He whispers. His desperation was palpable enough for you to touch. “You have me entirely to you, and that means that I’ll do as you wish. So please, baby, tell me how I can show you how much I regret saying those things.”

In the end, Arthur showed how sorry he was.

And how thankful he felt to earn your so desperately desired forgiveness.

#arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc x you #f1 #f1 fic #formula one #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader

[starlost97]

— muse.

summary: Charlie found the muse he needed to his most personal love poems.

keywords: almost? a smut, abstract, worshipping, gn!reader.

characters: Charlie Dalton, Mr. Keating (mentioned).

warnings: insinuations of a smut?, very abstract, reader's clothing is not specified (only the material).

a/n: so sorry for taking so long! I got sick in the middle of writing this (not I-have-a-cold sick, more like throwing-up-food-from-a-decade-ago kind of sick) so it took me way more than it needed to. I might rewrite this later but I didn't want to keep the person who requested waiting any longer!

word count: 443.

requested?: yes!

Charlie Dalton never expected to still nurture such love for poetry even after finishing school. His room in college was full of books about "the biggies", as Mr. Keating loved to call. Not only that, but some works of his own too.

He loved to surprise other people, it didn't matter how. It could be by playing the saxophone or showing how weirdly broad his vocabulary was.

However, his poetry was something that few people had the honor to listen.

Sure, he had shown some random things he wrote in class, but the ones that he truly poured himself in it were guarded to the deserving only.

And you were definitely one of them.

When he saw you alone, sitting at the barstool, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. His knees almost failed him, and with that only he already had the beginning to the poetry inspired by the masterpiece of you.

He watched you for a while, getting jealous of the silky cloth around your torso and how it slided around your waist.

Charlie didn't remember how he approached you, because when his lips touched yours, everything else didn't matter anymore. His hands were on your body and he felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the second.

As he removed the fabric from your body, his breath was mercilessly taken away from him. Not only because his lips weren't on you anymore, but also because your heavenly curves were much more that he could ever imagine.

His mouth was soon brushing against your skin again, and each sound gained from you made his whole body ache for more.

"It's ridiculous how obsessed I already am." He muttered, pressing his lips against your skin, feeling your scent. "Are you a witch or something like that?"

"I might be." You joked, gaining a smile in response.

It didn't last much, however. Charlie was more focused on grazing his lips all over you, leaving some kisses behind as a way of showing his appreciation. It was his way of thanking you for blessing him with the power to worship you.

Something that he definitely didn't take it for granted on that night, under the weak light of the tiny unisex bathroom hidden inside a cheap bar, thrilled with the risk of getting caught.

The most unexpected place to find his muse.

But isn't that the beauty of love?

It makes us feel alive.

Charlie maybe didn't love you yet on that night, but he loved being passionate over you.

He loved so much that he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to live without it.

And he wasn't going to find out.

#charlie dalton #dead poets society #dead poets #charlie dalton x reader