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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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Charles or Lando (whoever you’re feeling) + “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.”

congratulations hon!

1k Celebration! Thank you! I went with Lando for this one :)

You’re definitely not crying. You’re not going to. It’s just that everything is ruined, and you’re a bit frustrated. A bit may be an understatement, honestly.

The fire alarm has finally stopped going off, aided by your opening the window to air out the kitchen. But the cinnamon rolls you attempted to make are black and charred, and like the smoke, your welcome home breakfast dreams for Lando have flown out the window. You groan and rest your forehead on the countertop.

It’s just your luck that you hear the front door open- you know the whole apartment smells of smoke, and you haven’t even had a chance to hide the evidence yet. You hear the thud of his suitcase, and then-

“Baby?” He calls out urgently, quick footsteps making their way towards you. “Baby-“

His face is frantic when he spots you, and it’s only then that you realize he’s worried about the smell of smoke. You sigh and point to the burnt pan, tears welling up in your eyes again. His face softens.

“I just thought- I wanted to have a nice breakfast ready for you, so I got up early, but I fell asleep and forgot to set a timer, and-“ you sniffle, rubbing your face. “You’ve been gone for so long, I wanted you to know that I-“

“Baby,” Lando says once more, less urgent, more kind. “It’s okay. I’m just happy to see you.”

You shake your head even as his hands fall to your shoulders, even as he pulls you into his chest. “I wanted to give you something for once. You’re always taking care of me and-“

“Hey, hey,” he cuts you off, voice firm. “You don’t need to earn my affection. Not now and not ever. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

You sigh and collapse into his chest, where he laughs lightly and holds you close. Slowly, he shuffles the two of you out of the smoky smelling kitchen and towards the living room. He sits you down on the couch and reaches for his phone.

“Let’s order breakfast, yeah?” He suggests. “And then go back to sleep. We can make cinnamon rolls together tomorrow morning.”

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lightsoutletsgo · 21 days

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bear hugs au masterlist (cl.16 x bearman!reader)

hello loves! and welcome to the masterlist for the bear hugs au! I'm so so excited to finally be launching this officially as part of my celebration for 1k followers! you guys loved the original fic so much and have asked for part 2 and more so I decided to launch it as a full series. as always, please let me know what you think! happy reading! love mimi 🤍 thank you to @arieslost and @thebearchives for beta reading and helping me brainstorm ideas! and thank you to @scuderiahoney for teaching me how to make the collage headers! taglist : @alessioayla @iamapersonwholikesunicorns @weekendlusting if you'd like to be added either comment on this masterlist post or send me an ask!

SYNOPSIS: step into the world of you and ollie bearman and your boyfriend charles leclerc. a selection of longer fics and shorter drabbles with a sprinkling of social media chapters. not written or posted in chronological order! warnings will be posted for each individual part ˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ ˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ ˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ ˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚

✧ - fics | 𐙚 - drabbles | 𓇼 - smau | ☁︎ - suggestive chapter

1. love you to the end of the line 𐙚 how ollie's and your pre-race ritual began

2. celebrity crush 𐙚 ollie learns about your crush on charles leclerc

3. season highlights 𓇼 your post for ollie after the f2 season (referenced in the original fic)

4. bear hugs (the original fic) - the one where they meet ✧ you join your brother Ollie at his first F1 race and bump into Charles

5. the one with their first date ✧ you're extremely nervous for your first date with charles. ollie plays his brother role very well and tells charles exactly what he expects of him

6. these comments are crazy 𓇼 ollie can't stand watching you and charles flirt in his comments

7. the one where they all go racing ✧ your first race weekend as a couple with charles! ft. ollie and his annoying commentary

8. the one where he should have knocked ✧ ☁︎ ollie learns he needs to knock and you learn you needs to lock the door

9. happy birthday to you 𓇼 charles and ollie's posts to you on your birthday (ft. arthur leclerc and other drivers)

10. the one where ollie lives alone ✧ four times ollie learns that he needs your help and the one time you decide enough is enough

11. *gasp* they were teammates?! 𐙚 ollie gets the call from ferrari for 2025 and now you don't know whose number to wear on race weekends

12. we may as well be parents 𐙚 arthur and ollie come to stay and you and charles feel like you're playing mom and dad to two toddlers

13. hey now, this is what dreams are made of 𐙚 you finally get to follow your dreams and ollie finally lets go

14. the prank war 𓇼 it's the bearmans vs the leclercs... who will win?

15. the one where with the ring ✧ charles asks ollie for his blessing and ollie helps charles plan a surprise you'll love. (ollie learns he’s surprisingly good at hiding and camouflage)

16. bear meet world, world meet bear 𓇼 you and charles have a new puppy and his name is... not exactly original

17. the one where there's a party ✧ its a big day for you and you're very emotional. ollie reassures you that you'll always be a bearman and puts charles to the test

18. there's a new baby bear in town 𐙚 you and charles tell ollie and arthur your exciting news

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mariahcarreyyy · 2 months

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↳˗ˏˋi just wanna start this off with THANK YOU SO MUCH. throughout my life, i'd always loved writing and i was never given an outlet for that until i joined f1blr.

this community is one of the nicest, most welcoming, and positive ive genuinely ever been a part of. to think two thousand people read my works and said oh lemme follow this blog to read more is insane. thank you for the endless motivation and love.

a special thank you to a few blogs that always make me feel supported & appreciated on this silly little app @planete777 @piastrification @leclerced @scuderiahoney @norrisleclercf1 @lifeboredme @dilemmaontwolegs @daddyricsdollˊˎ˗ ↴

✧. ┊📝 send a prompt, dialogue piece, or song and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio !

✧. ┊🦢 send me 3 drivers for a fuck/marry/kill !

✧. ┊🤍 send me a driver and I’ll tell you which love tropes i associate them with !

↳ ❝ [rules] ¡! ❞ . . . if 📝 it should fit into 1k words or less, specify whether fluff, angst, of smut, and is not limited to the provided prompts, dialogue pieces, or scenerios . . . if 🦢 or 🤍 do not feel limited to current grid drivers . . . lastly, have fun bbys!!

fluff prompt lists ; angst prompt lists ; smut prompt lists

fluff dialogue lists ; angst dialogue lists ; smut dialogue lists

fluff lists of songs ; angst lists of songs ; smut lists of songs

# this event will take place for a limited time ( march 2nd till april 2nd ) so don't shy away from participating <3

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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Omg either Charles or Danny with “I’m trying to be sexy and you’re laughing!”

Congrats babes!

1k Celebration! Thank you, this one was a fun one! warning: sexually suggestive content below 18+ minors dni!

Charles is propped on the bed over you, one hand planted next to your head, and he’s giving you a look of pure confusion. Your laughter fills the bedroom, the sound echoing off the walls, and he raises his brows.

“What?” He asks, and you cover your mouth and shake your head. He groans. “I’m trying to be sexy and you’re laughing!”

You burst into another fit of giggles. It’s uncontrollable. You’re gasping for air, and he groans again and collapses on top of you. His fingers pinch at the bare skin of your side. Amid your laughter, you let out a yelp.

“It’s not you-“ you manage to choke out, squirming away from his fingers. “It’s not- there was just- Joris told me this joke, earlier, and it popped back into my head, and-“

“We are naked in bed and you are thinking about Joris?” He asks, jabbing at your side once again.

You cover your face with both of your hands. “No! I just- I was-“

Charles leans close and buries his face in your neck. His stubble scrapes against your skin. He noses along the line of your jaw and lets out a long sigh. Your giggles subside when he sucks a mark against your pulse point.

“You were distracted,” he says, voice low and breathy.

You shiver and open your mouth to protest, but he beats you to it. His hand slides up your side, skating over the soft skin there. Up and up and up until he holds your jaw in his grip, thumb on your lip and pointer finger pressed to the side of your cheek. He turns your face to meet his, and his brows are furrowed, eyes dark. You hold back a whine.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder, no?” He says, softly.

Then he ducks his head and returns to your neck. His hand begins its path downwards again, and you know right then and there that you’re absolutely doomed.

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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GIMME DANNY AND HIS TATTED THIGHS!!! I’ll leave it open to your creative liberty but…that gif you sent can be quite inspiring🌚

-cece/@theemporium

1k celebration! had to do this one right now it was rotting my brain thank you cece. gif for reference. can you blame me? 18+ smut below the cut!

You’ve been staring all day. He’s wearing shorts, ones that ride up just enough to let you catch a peek of his tattoos, the ink staining the skin of his thigh. You know he’s noticed.

If you didn’t know before, you do now. He makes it pretty clear when he grabs you by the hips and pulls you to stand between his legs where he sits on the bed, a knowing smirk on his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh, leaning in for a kiss. He indulges you, just for a moment, lets you nip at his lower lip and swipe your tongue against his. But then he pulls away, squeezing at your sides.

He runs his nose along your cheekbone, his lips against your skin. “Did you see something you liked earlier, pretty girl?”

You groan, hands squeezing into fists with the fabric of his t-shirt between your fingers. “Danny.”

He hums happily and tugs you closer. One of his hands leaves your side and falls to the bare skin of your thigh, and then slips to hook behind your knee. He pulls your leg across his, and you whine and bury your face in his neck. He’s strong, more than strong enough, and he pulls you all the way up until you’re straddling his inked thigh. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, only to be hit with a wall of citrus and salt and something so Danny it makes your chest ache.

“I’ve been staring too, baby,” he admits. His hands run up your thighs, rucking up the fabric of your skirt. “Think we can make a deal? You get yourself off, right here, on my thigh,” he says, as you muffle yet another whine into his skin, “and after that you can have anything you want.”

“Please, Danny,” you beg, breathless.

When he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his thigh, you cry out into his skin. You’re already too far gone. You feel the rumble of his laugh in his chest. You whine pathetically and mouth at his neck.

“C’mon,” he says, slapping your ass lightly and making you yelp. “It’s all yours, baby.”

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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hiii huge congratulations again😊💛 this is such a lovely celebration - apologies in advance if i pop up again with another blurb request lol i was so drawn to “you’re so oblivious, aren’t you?” with either charles or oscar! i’m kind of clueless so it spoke to me hahaha

1k celebration!

hiiiii marissa thank you I loved this req

You’re following Charles through the paddock, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie. “Charlie, come on,” you whine desperately.

He laughs and pulls his sleeve from your grip. It’s not long before he’s reaching back to link his fingers with yours, though. It’s getting more and more crowded the farther you walk, and you’re sure he just wants to make sure the two of you stick together.

“No,” he says, loudly enough so you can hear it.

“But Charles,” you try again, squeezing his hand softly. “You can trust me. Just tell me, I can help you! I’m very good at this sort of stuff.”

He leads you into the Ferrari garage, and now he takes the time to turn around and eye you skeptically. “You’ve been single for longer than I have, mon ange.”

You roll your eyes and hope he doesn’t notice how your face has heated up at the nickname. He finally drops your hand, and you take the opportunity to cross your arms over your chest. He mirrors your actions with a smirk on his lips. You tap your foot impatiently, and a laugh bubbles up from his chest. You let out a huff through your nose, head dropping back to stare at the ceiling.

“We’re best friends, we’re supposed to tell each other everything,” you remind him.

Charles laughs again, and you feel his hand on the top of your head. He leans close and presses his lips to your forehead. “Yes,” he agrees. “Just not this.”

You let out a frustrated groan as he walks away, one so loud it makes at least three people turn to stare at you. You sink down onto a nearby stool, arms still crossed over your chest. Someone nudges your shoulder.

“What’s got you all…” Carlos starts, struggling for the word to describe your state. He leans towards you, waving a hand in the air. “All bothered.”

You groan again. “I’m not… bothered. Charles is just being a brat.”

Carlos raises his brows and waits expectantly.

You shrug. “He’s got a crush on some girl. He won’t tell me who it is.”

Carlos blinks at you, turning his head between you and Charles across the room like it’s a tennis match. He raises his brows and then lets out a laugh. You stare back at him, wide eyed and questioning.

“You are so oblivious, aren’t you?” He says, an amused smile on his face.

You don’t even process his words until he starts to walk away. Then you stumble off the stool to follow him, tugging on his sleeve now with wide eyes. “Hey! The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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hey babe congrats on 1k!!!! since you said you were in a spicy mood could you maybe do one for max with the prompt-

“I will bite you!” “Please do~”

I know whatever you write will be amazing!!

1k celebration! thanks babes!! warning: sexually suggestive content below the cut, minors pls DNI!

You let out a squeal and try your best to run away. Max is quick, though, too quick- screw him and his crazy fast reaction time. He has his arm around your middle in seconds, and the other hand digs into your side, just under your ribs, right where you’re most ticklish. You laugh and scramble to get away, trying to pry at his arm.

In response, he fully lifts you up off the ground. Your laughter turns to hysterical giggles as he carries you into the living room and deposits you on the couch. He pins you down there, and you let out a gasp as he grabs both of your wrists in one hand and pulls them above your head. His other hand skates across your skin, sending you further into your laughter with every touch.

“Take it back,” he says, right against your ear. His knees are against yours, holding them open.

“No!” You call out, wriggling underneath him when he scrapes his stubble against your neck- you know it’s deliberate.

“I am not the worst cook in this house,” he says insistently. “Take it back.”

You yelp as his hand scrambled across your stomach again, arching to try and get away from him. You manage to wiggle one hand free from his grasp, and you latch onto his upper arm. You pull yourself towards him, mouth open. His hand freezes.

“I’ll bite you,” you tell him, meeting his amused eyes with a hardened glare.

His pupils are dilated, chest heaving with each breath. There’s this knowing smile on his face- like he’s got you right where he wants you. It turns you into a puddle underneath him. Suddenly, you want to put your hand back above your head and let him have his way.

Max laughs and squeezes the wrist he still holds. “What, was that supposed to be a threat? Please do.”

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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congrats on 1k !!! can you please do charles leclerc + “i never knew i could feel this loved.”? tysm in advance 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

1k celebration! Thank you!

There are streamers and confetti strewn all over the apartment. Empty bottles of wine line the counter. Outside the windows, you can see the glow of the city around you in the dark night. Your friends have left now, on their way to Ubers and cabs and walks home.

You’re standing there, in the middle of the mess, with tears in your eyes. That’s how Charles finds you. He goes into a tizzy nearly immediately, face full of panic. He wipes the tears away with shaky fingers, pulls you close, starts to ask what’s wrong, starts to apologize-

You cut him off, face pressed into his neck. “I never knew I could feel this loved,” you tell him, voice shaky.

He lets out a little noise and pulls away to look down at your face. “Oh, baby.”

You’re being truthful. You hadn’t known, until today. Until you got home from your day out with Charles, after a nail appointment and a shopping spree and anything you could’ve asked for, because it was your birthday. You’d walked through the front door, hand in hand with him, thinking about how it was maybe the best birthday you’d ever had, only to be greeted by all of your friends and loved ones. All gathered in your apartment, there to celebrate you.

Nobody had ever thrown you a birthday party before, let alone a surprise birthday party. There’d been food and drinks and gifts but most of all, love from everyone around you. And in the moment you could handle it, could feel it all and take it in. But now that they’re all gone, it’s overwhelming. It aches in your chest in the best way. And it’s all because of him. Because he took the time to plan this, to get everyone here to celebrate, to distract you for the day so your friends could come set up. Because he loves you that much.

“I’m okay. It’s good,” you tell him. “Thank you. I…”

Charles rumbles out a laugh. “I love you more than anything on this earth, cherié. Happy birthday.”

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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hi its cait/enchantecafe hehe

congrats on 1k angel u deserve it and so so so much more!!

would like to request ‘grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"’ from ur 1k celebration with max hehe

and would also like to ask if there’s a specific race you’re excited for this upcoming season?

🫶🏻 thank u very much and congratulations again !!

1k celebration! caiiiiiit hiii thank you! your blurb is below but first for the question: this might be basic but rn i’m really really excited for bahrain! i got into f1 partway through the last season so I haven’t gotten to experience the start of season hype, and i can’t wait!! thanks for the request 💛

You think he barely notices he’s doing it at this point. It’s become reflex, a habit, almost. You’re not complaining. Whether it’s a crowded paddock, or a club, or a busy city street, the result is always the same. Max slips his hand into yours, knits your fingers tighter, and squeezes twice.

This time, it’s a nightclub somewhere in Amsterdam, packed with people. Max wants to go to the bar, refuses to just ask someone else to get him a drink even though he knows they would. He takes you with, of course. His palm presses against yours, warm and soft. He squeezes your hand twice. You wait for him to start walking, but he doesn’t. He turns and looks at you expectantly. You stare back at him, confused.

“What?” You ask, brows furrowed.

“You ready?” He asks, nodding towards the crowd.

You give him a bewildered glance. “Yeah, Max, I said I was.”

He stares back at you like he’s confused, too. Like he doesn’t know why he was waiting. And then it hits you like a freight train- he squeezed your hand. You swallow tightly and squeeze his hand back, three times. Confusion turns to calm. He nods, looks away, like he’s trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

And sure, you’d noticed him squeezing your hand each time. You just didn’t think he’d ever noticed your response, let alone that he was waiting for it.

He leads you through the crowd, fingers locked with yours. You hope your palms aren’t sweaty, the worry about that always there anytime he takes your hand. He gets the two of you up to the bar and orders each of you a drink. You wait for him to drop your hand, the way he always does when you’re through the crowd. But his fingers stay locked with yours, and his thumb brushes the back of your hand, and you’re sure your hand is sweaty, now. He keeps hold of you as he weaves his way back to your section, and even then-

“S’crowded,” he says, leaning close to your ear. He squeezes your hand again. “Safer like this, yeah?”

Blood roses in your ears. You nod, dumbfounded.

“I’d hate to lose you,” he adds.

You nod again, unsure what else to say, just praying that he can’t tell how warm your face is feeling.

…..

Next to you, Max prays his hand isn’t sweaty and squeezes your hand twice. He feels you squeeze his hand three times in reply. He sips his drink and tries to hide his smile.

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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hi!! I love your work and CONGRATS!!! ❤️ i would do ANYTHING for a combination of “how long has it been since someone hugged you?” and “is this okay?” with Max if you’re willing :)

1k celebration! thank youuuu 💛 always willing to write more soft max

“I heard you need a hug,” Max says.

You stare back at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

He’s standing there, hands in his pockets. He shrugs, nods in the direction of the rest of your friends in the living room. They’re noisy, chattering with each other. You’re in the kitchen where it’s quiet, though warm. You’re checking on the food in the oven, that’s all.

“Someone said you had a bad day,” he explains, “and that you needed a hug. I give good hugs. So.”

You laugh and turn your back to him, peering into the oven. “I’m fine.”

You hear more than see Max take a couple steps towards you. You stand up straight again and turn back towards him, though you don’t meet his eyes. The next three things happen in the blink of an eye- he grabs your elbow, pulls you against his chest, and wraps his arms around you. You let out a squeak and go stiff, and he laughs.

“How long has it been since someone hugged you?” He asks, laughter in his voice. “You are as stiff as a board.”

“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been attacked with a hug,” you scoff.

He laughs at that and squeezes his arms around you. “Is this okay?”

You sigh and let your shoulders drop, and then you relax against him.

“Yeah,” you say, feeling just a bit of the tension drain from your body.

You put your arms around him, too, and let out a sigh. He tucks his head on top of yours as you curl further into him. He’s warm and comforting, and he smells good, and his arms around you are strong and it feels like he’s squeezing all the bad parts of the day away.

“You needed a hug,” he says, voice soft.

“I needed a hug,” you admit.

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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Hey! Congrats on 1k, I love your writing ❤❤

Could you please write 'platonic sleepover that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you', or 'buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything right? ' with Charles?

Once again congratulations for 1k!! 💜💜

1k celebration! hiiiii thank you! i picked the first one bc i wanna have a sleepover with Charles so badly 💛

You didn’t really mean to fall asleep in his bed. You never mean to, it’s never on purpose. It’s an awful idea, it plants far too many nice thoughts in your head.

It’s just. You’d been watching a movie with him, curled up under the fluffy blankets and soft sheets. And as the credits rolled, your eyes grew heavy, and your limbs heavier, and Charles brushed a kiss against your forehead and told you to just go to sleep, chéri. And then you were out like a light.

You wake up the next morning to his arms around your middle, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. You’re pulled against his chest, your back against his front. You can feel the soft rise and fall of each breath.

It’s not the first time you’ve woken up like this. You know what’ll happen- he’ll wake up, roll away, act like nothing is wrong. And maybe nothing’s wrong, really, but- do friends do this? Share a bed, sleep curled up together like this? You want more. Is there a chance he does, too? Each time he lays down with you like this and cuddles close, you let yourself believe it a little bit more. And then he shatters the dream in the morning.

This time, when you feel him stir, your heart sinks. You wait for him to retract his arms, wait for him to pull away, wait for the excuse of a workout or needing the bathroom or whatever it might be. It never comes.

Instead, he slips closer, his cold nose rubbing against your throat. “Good morning,” he says, his lips moving against your skin. “This is my favorite way to wake up, you know.”

“Mine too,” you admit quietly.

You’re not sure how exactly he means it. You should probably ask, but you can’t find it in yourself to break the quiet comfort of the morning. For now, it’s enough that he wants to stay right here.

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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I liked the prompt "getting extremely worried when they get physically hurt" are you okay with it? can it be with piastri?

1k celebration! thanks for requesting! warning: mild injury, hospital setting, car accident

You manage your race day anxieties about Oscar in a very fast car the way any other loved one of a driver does- poorly. You watch from the garage or hospitality, most of your muscles tense the entire day, your heart pounding in your chest. All it takes is one wrong move. One slip up, one light tap, and he’ll go flying. Of course you’re on edge.

The weird thing is, when it finally happens, you don’t even see it. You’re in the hospitality area, and you’ve turned away for a few seconds to get a drink. When you look back to the nearby screen, there’s an orange car in the wall. Your stomach churns- it’s either Oscar or Lando. Either way you’re panicking. You stand up, leaning towards the TV, looking for the number. Then you see it: 81.

Your heart drops. Within seconds you’re racing to the garage, unaware of anyone around you. You nearly bowl at least three people over. The McLaren mechanics all have worry on their faces- when they see you, it gets worse. You look around the garage wildly, hoping for any sort of information from any of them.

Someone says your name, and you turn over your shoulder. It’s Andrea. He’s reaching for your arm, and a panicked sob leaves your lips.

“He’s okay,” he says, and your eyes fill with tears. “It was a rough crash but he’s out of the car and conscious. Take a breath. We’ll take you to the med center to meet him, okay?”

You nod. Someone takes you by the arm to lead you there. Your hands are shaking, and you don’t trust your voice. They sit you down on a golf cart- thank god, because you’re pretty sure your knees were seconds away from buckling. Then you’re off to the medical center, the one place in the paddock you’ve absolutely never wanted to visit.

The McLaren employee walks in with you, tells someone who you are, and then you’re being ushered off to a room. The open the door and lead you in, and there he is- your boyfriend, laying in a hospital bed. His race suit is unzipped and laying around his waist, and he has his undershirt half shoved up. He’s craning his neck, peering down at his own side. He looks up when you walk in and smiles.

“Hi, baby,” he says, eyes bright. “I’m okay.”

He knows this is your worst fear. He’s trying to be reassuring. But the second the door closes behind you, you burst into tears. He doesn’t seem surprised. He just waves you over, dropping his shirt and sliding to the side of the bed to leave you a space to sit.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, and you feel a bit guilty- he’s the one who crashed, you should be comforting him. But he rests his head against yours, and you can feel the warmth of him, and you can finally take a full breath. He squeezes your shoulder and reaches for your other hand with his free one.

“Just some bruised ribs,” he says, softly. “Bruised ego. I was a little winded, so they brought me in. But I’m okay.”

You nod, turn your head, and press your face into the crook of his neck. He’s sweaty, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest, and that’s enough for now.

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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i also come requesting a blurb with this from the prompt list

delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it

with oscar, or maybe max? :)

also tagging my f1 sideblog here bc i do not want to miss this @piastrification

1k celebration!

j, I loved this one and now I want Oscar hugs :(

It started out innocent enough. A quick hug, really more of an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. It made you smile, made you lean into the touch.

Somewhere along the lines, though, it changed. It went from Oscar’s hand on your shoulder to both of his arms around you. It went from a quick second, barely making contact with each other, to long enough for you to breathe him in. Now when he hugs you, he holds onto you.

You’re not complaining. You never would. Any chance you have to stay in his space, to feel his touch, is a chance you’re willing to take. And god, it’s comforting when he wraps you up in his arms after a bad day, or a good one, even. You just sink into it and rest there. You let the rest of the world melt away.

This time is no different, really, at least not how it starts. He’s had a shit race, part of a shittier weekend. He makes it through the debrief and the media and then comes stumbling back to his driver room, where you’re waiting. You sit on the edge of the massage table, legs hanging off, swinging back and forth.

He lets out a groan when the door closes behind him, head hanging over his chest. Without looking up, he stumbles his way towards you. You’re already holding your arms out wide as he collides with you. He presses his cheek to the top of your shoulder, nose brushing against your neck.

You wrap one arm around his middle, band the other across his shoulders, and let your fingers sink into the hair at the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around you, hands on the small of your back, and he uses them to haul you closer to the edge, closer to him. You hold back a gasp.

He sighs heavily, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin. Then he takes a deep breath in. “Hi,” you say, hoping it doesn’t sound as breathless as you feel. “You okay?”

He nods, and you feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin. “Better now.”

You press a soft kiss to the top of his head, one he probably won’t even notice. He seems content to stay like this as long as you’ll let him. In all honesty, you’d stay forever if you could.

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“I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

“Seems like someone likes to be praised.”

"Strip. You're gonna catch a cold."

one of those three for the prompts w max or oscar maybe? love your writing so much thank you for sharing it with us 🩷

1k celebration! 💛 I went with max and the first prompt for obvious reasons. warnings: smut/sexually suggestive content, minors dni!

You’re beginning to think that maybe you fucked up. You weren’t trying to be difficult, really. It’s just- it was a long day, and Max was so busy, too busy to really pay you any attention. It’s his job. You know that. But. But.

It’s been over two weeks since the last time you saw him. You’d flown out to spend time with him, not to be carted around from event to event, left standing to the side while your wonderful boyfriend talks about cars with rich old men. You know he hated it too, know he wanted to be back at the hotel alone with you just as badly as you wanted it. And maybe, by halfway through the day, you’d begun to get a little fed up.

This seems a bit unfair, though. You’re laid out on the bed, hands holding tight onto the pillow underneath your head. You’re trying desperately to keep them where he told you to, because you’re in enough trouble already. Max is between your legs, your knees hooked over his shoulders, brushing his lips up and down your inner thighs. He stares up at you, watches your reactions with dark, glittering eyes.

“Please,” you gasp out, arching your back.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you?” He says into your sensitive skin. You let out a whine.

His hands grip your hips and pull you closer to himself. You let out a shriek and roll your head back. You catch a glimpse of your own hands, knitted tightly in the pillowcase, like you’re holding on for dear life. You can feel his warm breaths, rolling over your skin.

“M’sorry,” you mumble, chest heaving. “I’m sorry, I just-“

“I know you are. But I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today.” Max says softly. You swallow- you know that tone. “And now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

You cry out. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you steady, shushing you gently. He’s so calm when he’s like this, when he’s passing out punishments. Unshakeable, steady. It’s hot. You’re burning up with it.

“H-how many?” You ask, quietly, staring at the ceiling.

He presses a kiss over your center, through your underwear. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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congrats on 1k!! u deserve it so so so much<3 could i ask for danny + "you drew stars around my scars" (cardigan by taylor swift) please:)

1k celebration! 💛 thank you so much! this one was so so sweet I love soft danny

You're laying in bed with Danny early one morning. Sunshine streams in through the curtains, cast over your bare skin and his, too. He stirs slightly, opens his eyes and smiles at you, blinking long lashes over his cheeks.

He runs his hand down your bare arm and over your side. His fingers dance along your ribs, brush over your hip. Your leg is tucked over his, and he follows the line of it with his hands and his eyes. You run your own fingers against his cheek, scraping on the stubble.

His breath catches in his chest, and his fingers stop their journey. You look where he’s looking, watch him press his thumb into the mark on your knee. His brows are furrowed. It’s a long line, spanning halfway across your kneecap. His finger traces back and forth over it, and he frowns.

“I fell when I was a teenager,” you explain. “Scraped it really bad.”

He pouts, like it’s still causing you pain. Then he holds his elbow up and out so you can see the soft, smooth skin of his inner arm. There’s a line running there, too, jagged and silvery pale against the rest of his skin.

“Crashed a dirt bike when I was 11,” he says. “Didn’t tell my mum for an hour cause I was scared she’d take the bike away.”

You laugh, reaching out to trace the scar. “Did she?”

“Yeah, of course,” he laughs. “But dad gave it back eventually.”

You grin. You can just imagine little Danny, begging for the bike back, arm still bandaged up. There’s something strange about it, about the scars. About physical reminders of the lives you’d led before you even knew the other existed. Nostalgia that runs deep in your bones, days where you’d dreamt of a person like him to share your life with.

You feel his fingers moving on your knee. He’s drawing shapes, patterns- you look down, watch him trace stars against your skin. Suddenly, your throat is tight. It’s utterly ridiculous. You shouldn’t feel this way over something like this. Over your boyfriend drawing stars around childhood scars. You reach out and do the same to his. A whole constellation around a long healed wound. Maybe that’s what the two of you have been doing for each other this whole time- not just the physical scars.

When Danny leans in and kisses you, morning breath and all, you can’t help but think maybe he’s feeling it, too.

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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hi hiii!! congrats for 1k 💐💐💐 can i ask for a little blurb for max verstappen with “your emotions are valid, never apologize for feeling this way” or “hug?” with the reader being the one comforting him, maybe? thank you in advance and once again, congrats!

1k celebration! hi bestie thank you for the flowers and the request! just now realized this said or. I wrote both.

Max has had an awful weekend. You know it, he knows it, the team knows it, and because Max has no filter, the whole world knows it. You’re dreading having to go bother him, knowing you’re the last person he wants to see on a day like today. You take a deep breath and steel yourself before you knock on his driver room door and call out his name.

“S’open,” he calls back.

You close your eyes for just a moment. You’d honestly been hoping he would’ve just sent you away. No such luck. You put on the handle and open the door. He’s sitting with his back to you, eyes on his computer screen, already looking at the data.

“They want you for interviews in ten minutes,” you tell him, keeping your voice low and soft, non threatening. “I can maybe delay them for 20 with an engineer, if you need it.

He nods and scrubs his hand over the scruff on his jaw. “Can you close the door?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I’ll go. I can brief you on the way to the-“

“Don’t go,” he says, soft but urgent. “That’s not- you can stay, if you want. Please. Just-“

You step fully into the room and close the door. Suddenly your heart is racing. His shoulders drop at the click of the latch, and then he finally turns to look at you. His eyes are red rimmed and glassy, and your chest aches at the sight.

“Sorry,” he says, like it's a reflex. Like maybe he’s spent his whole life apologizing for this.

You blink and lean back against the door. “Don’t be sorry.”

He closes his eyes and runs his hand over his jaw again, like he’s trying to soothe some deep ache. Like maybe he’s been clenching it too tightly all day. All weekend, probably.

“Your emotions are valid,” you say, hating how cookie cutter it sounds but hoping he understands. “You never have to apologize to me for feeling this way.”

He nods sharply. You don’t know what to do except stand there. He lets out a slow breath, one that sounds like it pains him.

“I can get you more time, if you need,” you suggest. “Shit, I’ll go do an interview if I have to. Or- I don’t know, d’you need water, or food, or-“

“Hug?” He says, so quiet you can barely hear it. You think you’ve imagined it for a moment. Then he opens his eyes, blinks up at you, and says, “could I have a hug?”

You nod, dumbfounded. “Yeah, of course.”

He stands up and stumbles his way over to where you wait with open arms. You wrap him up tightly against you as he rests his head on your shoulder and sighs. He’s always larger than life, big and bright, but suddenly you’re reminded he’s just a human.

When he pulls away, you nod, and he nods back.

“Fifteen minutes.” he says.

“No problem. I can go,” you suggest.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Stay?”

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