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itaipava · 7 months

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— protective gestures F1 boys do.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS:

he always offers to take you places. it doesn’t matter if it’s just to walk you home or to help you pick out some new clothes: he just wants to spend more time with you. he loves to hold your hand while you guys walk around, occasionally showing you some cool stuff he saw on the street or staying silent, just enjoying each other’s company. and when you get home, he waits and watches you enter your house/apartment safely, and he only leaves when he is sure you are safe and well.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

he likes to tease or annoy you sometimes, and you know it’s just a funny and comically affectionate way to show he loves you, but he’s always the first one to speak up if someone says — or even implies — something mean about you. one time, your friends were taking it too far with the teasing that it was making you uncomfortable and he sensed it immediately and shut them off with an almost nonchalant-sounding “watch your words,” and a serious look. and if it was a stranger, he has a way of telling them off while also remaining polite. so basically, no one can ‘bully’ you except him.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk when the two of you are walking side by side to keep you safe from the road. he puts his hand on your back as he continues to talk to you. he’s also in the habit of looking over his shoulder at you and trying to keep an eye on his surroundings when you’re together.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

he tends to hold you at random times, like; intertwine his arm with yours while he’s on his phone, or let you put your leg on top of his when you sit next to each other, or hug you from behind while you do something. they are small and subtle gestures, but they give you a pure and genuine feeling of security, love and appreciation.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

he always tries his best to protect your space when you are in crowded places. when you’re about to accidentally bump into someone, he grabs your waist quickly and pulls you against his chest while saying things like “be careful, love” or “are you okay?”. or when it’s too cold, he’ll wrap you in a warm, comforting hug while gently rocking you sideways, occasionally placing a kiss on your forehead or caressing your back

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

he gives you his jacket or sweatshirt when you’re cold. sometimes you think he doesn’t notice, but he always does, and you don’t even need to say anything, he instinctively drapes the jacket over your shoulders protectively. and when you are wearing shorts or skirts/dresses and you have to sit down, he always gives you his sweater so you can cover your lap if you feel uncomfortable.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

before you leave, he always reminds you to be careful and asks you to text or call him when you get wherever you go safely. it’s a way for him to know you’re safe and well. and if you need him, regardless of the reason or what time you are calling him, he would come to you in minutes, leaving anything aside just to come to you.

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pucksandpower · 2 months

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Sleepyhead

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: sometimes race weekends can be so tiring that words escape you, but that has never been a problem for your doting boyfriend

Based on this request

You walk down the paddock path, utterly exhausted after a long day at the track. Your eyelids feel like lead weights and you can barely put one foot in front of the other. Charles has his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, practically carrying your limp body as you lean into him for support.

“Tired, mon petit chou?” Charles asks softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You just let out a little grunt in response, too drained to even form words.

As you round the corner, Logan Sargeant spots the two of you and rushes over with a big grin. “Hey guys! How’s it going?”

Charles gives him a polite smile. “Hello, mate. We’re doing well, just a bit tired after such a busy day.”

Logan turns to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look kind of … mad or something.”

You blink slowly at him, your brain taking its time to process his words. Mad? Why would you be mad? You just shake your head minutely, rubbing your cheek against Charles’ shoulder.

“Oh no, she’s not angry,” Charles explains with a little chuckle. “This is just how she gets when she’s really tired. She goes all quiet and doesn’t speak. Her body language is the only way to read her moods then.”

“Yeah, and right now she’s giving off major sleepy kitten vibes,” Oscar’s voice chimes in as he joins the little group with Lando beside him. “Lando gets the exact same way when he’s exhausted. He turns into a limp noodle that I have to carry around.”

Lando huffs indignantly. “Hey! I do not!”

“Yes you do,” Oscar laughs. “Remember that time in Monza last year? You were falling asleep on your feet after the race.”

Lando rolls his eyes but a fond smile tugs at his lips. “Okay fine, maybe I do. But only sometimes!”

You let their playful banter wash over you, your heavy eyelids sliding shut as you nestle further into Charles’ embrace. You feel so safe and comforted in his arms, his solid warmth enveloping you.

“Alright, I think it’s time we got you back to the hotel for some rest,” Charles murmurs, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Say goodnight to the boys.”

You manage a tiny wave at Logan, Oscar, and Lando before allowing Charles to steer you down the paddock towards the exit. His hand runs up and down your back soothingly.

“Goodnight you two! Get some sleep!” Oscar calls after you.

Once you reach the car, Charles helps you into the passenger seat, buckling you in gently before jogging around to the driver’s side. You’re asleep before he even starts the engine, finally giving in to the exhaustion weighing you down.

The sound of a car door opening rouses you from your slumber sometime later. You slowly blink your eyes open, taking in your surroundings. Charles’ hand is tenderly stroking your cheek.

“Mon amour, we’re at the hotel. Let’s get you up to our room, hmm?”

You nod drowsily, allowing him to unbuckle you and help you out of the car. He pulls you into his side, one arm securely around your waist as you walk unsteadily towards the hotel entrance. Grateful doesn’t even begin to cover what you feel for this man by your side.

Once in the elevator, Charles shifts to face you fully, those warm green eyes shining with nothing but pure adoration. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“You did so well today. I’m so proud of you for working so hard. Let’s get you nice and warm in bed now.”

You give him a tired little smile, nuzzling your face against his chest. He chuckles softly, squeezing you tighter.

Eventually you make it to the hotel room, Charles guiding you straight to the plush king bed. He helps you out of your clothes until you’re down to your underwear, then pulls back the covers for you to slip between the soft sheets. A happy sigh slips from your lips when your head hits the pillow. Charles presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep well, mon cœur. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he whispers, laying down beside you.

You immediately curl into his side, draping an arm over his stomach as you burrow your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrap around you, making you feel so small yet so incredibly cherished. With Charles holding you snugly against his chest, you drift off into a deep, peaceful slumber.

When consciousness returns, the first thing that registers is the solid warmth of Charles’ body pressed against yours. His leg is hooked over yours, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your cheek. There’s a pleasant ache to your limbs, the satisfying kind that comes from a good rest after a long day. You shift slightly, causing Charles to stir awake.

“Bonjour, ma belle,” he murmurs, his sexy morning voice making butterflies flutter in your stomach. You tilt your head up to meet his sleepy but adoring gaze, suddenly drowning in those green pools. God, he’s so beautiful.

“Good morning,” you whisper back, rubbing your nose against his.

Charles breaks into a dazzling grin, capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss that steals your breath away. When he pulls back, he cups your cheek tenderly.

“Did you sleep well? Feeling more rested now?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, smiling lazily. “Sleeping in your arms is the best.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling. “I couldn’t agree more. I love holding you close like this.”

Your heart swells three sizes as he gazes at you with such naked affection. This man loves you so fiercely, so completely. You can see it in his every look, his every touch. He treasures you in a way you never thought possible. Feeling brave, you let the words sitting heavily on your tongue finally slip out.

“Je t’aime, Charles … mon amour.”

His smile turns blinding, happier than you’ve ever seen it. “I love you too, with all my heart,” he breathes, pulling you in for another lingering kiss.

You melt into the embrace, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude you feel for this incredible man into the kiss. Nothing has ever felt so right, so perfect than being here in his arms. As Charles strokes your cheek and deepens the kiss, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’ll always feel safe, cherished, and deeply loved by this extraordinary man.

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c0eu4 · 4 months

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Prompt Lando cockblocking Oscar w Landos sister

OP81 | Spa session

Summary: Oscar is quietly at the spa and is disturbed by Y/n.

Warning: suggestive, cockblocking, reader is the sister of Lando.

A/N: Hope you'll like it <3

MASTERLIST requests are open

What's better than a good spa session after a tough race? Oscar loves that. Feeling the warm water against him, relaxing all his muscles and clearing his head. He really needed it after the difficult race in Singapore. His head falls back against the edge of the basin, gasping and closing his eyes with pleasure.

In her pink bikini, she joins him without warning him. He doesn't open his eyes, already knowing that's her. She sits next to him, putting her legs over his. His hands found their way on her thighs, rubbing it with his fingerstip. She wrapped her arm around his neck, whispering something in his ear, ''You did a great job today.'' She doesn't have the time to see him with all the interviews and the post race conference he had. She kisses his red cheek and adds, ''Just like always.'' This time, it's him who kisses her, on her sweet lips.

She add little movement with her lips, followed by him. His left hand slips on her waist and pulls her over his lap. She follows his movement, straddling him. He intensifies the kiss by running his tongue over her lips and she parts her lips, giving him better access to her mouth. They tongue dance together, exploring the inside of each other's cheeks. She rubs herself, over his swimsuit against his semi-hard cock.

She massages his shoulder, her long nails digging softly in his skin. ''Slide in.'' She moaned into the kiss, wanting more. Oscar has never been the possessive type, to show everyone that she belongs to him. And making love in a public place doesn't turn him on compared to her. He's afraid of being surprised even though she would love it. But he loves her. And he would do anything for her. So if he doesn't finish but she does, it makes him happy.

Her hand found its way between his legs, kneading his hard cock over his swimsuit. He moaned against her ear as she slipped it out. She doesn't wait any longer to impale herself on him, the water helping to lubricate everything.

Oscar, who wanted to clear his head and no longer think about anything, it's a failure. Well.. not in a bad way, ''Fuck, you're so tight.'' She chuckled as she was about to move, Oscar stuck his lips to hers. She didn't have the time to move, they heard a 'clic' and when they turned their heads, they saw Lando, taking a picture of them. ''So cute.''

Oscar just freezes, fixing Lando. He doesn't know what to do, but Lando seems to have seen nothing. She quickly pulls out of him while Lando has his head down on his phone. She still remains on his lap so it's not appear suspicious. ''You join us?'' He puts his phone across, near their towel, ''If it doesn't bother you two.'' He entered the water and sat across them. Y/n leave Oscar's lap, leaving her hand on his thigh. She plays with his little hairs with her fingertip. ''You ok mate?'' Oscar, who still didn't say anything yet, still too shocked by what just happened. Lando really just took a picture of the two of them without knowing they were doing something else? He slowly turns his head away from Lando, unable to make an eyes contact with him. ''Uhm? yeah yeah yeah. Just thinking.'' His Aussie accent makes him less credible.

''If you're too hot, you shouldn't stay.'' Lando notices his cheeks all red with embarrassment. Y/n chuckles, she loves to see her Oscar embarrassed. He's always so awkward and he never knows what to say or to do. ''Huh? What?'' Oscar, who was looking at the landscape, turns his head back towards Lando. ''I said: If you're too hot, you shouldn't stay.'' Oscar can't get Y/n away from his mind and now that Lando is here, he sees her when he looks at him.

''Na I'm ok.'' Oscar doesn't want to get away. Because he knows how hard he is and he also knows that Lando will see it if he gets up. And of course, Y/n notice it. Well, she also feels it so, it's obvious that she knows how he feels. Plus her little bikini doesn't hide her skin a lot. She knows Lando will never look at her the same way Oscar looks at her. And she purposely wore her little pink bikini (Oscar's favorite) to make him react.

And today, she feels playful, ''Oscar, baby, can you pass me my phone, please?'' Oh no. That's bad for Oscar. His name plus the pet name plus the way she turns towards him, her tits moving along her body, it was too much for Oscar. His gaze quickly goes down her breasts and goes back to her eyes. Oscar closed his eyes and sigh. He really doesn't want to get up, ''Of course, darling.'' Oscar saw her little game. And he gets into it. Y/n blushes. Oscar is not the type to give her pet names and especially in front of her brother.

He gets up, quickly, hoping that Lando doesn't look at him. He grabs her phone and passes it to her. He goes back in the water, his thigh against Y/n's one. Lando looks at his sister, then looks at Oscar, then back at his sister. ''What are you both up to?'' Lando narrows his eyes and stares at them both, Oscar and Y/n smiling like nothing happened. Oscar's hand found its way to her thigh, squeezing it softly. ''Just enjoying each other.'' Y/n caught loudly, looking at her phone to avoid the face of the men.

''You send me the pic?'' She quickly looked up at Lando, who looked at her with a gaze as if to say 'what the fuck'. She ignores his gaze, ''Laaaan'? You're gonna answer me?'' Lando rolled his eyes back, disappointed not to have an answer to his question. ''Yeah I send you it on insta.''

She continues to stay on her phone, while Lando is now trying to get information from Oscar. He stares at him, his eyes narrowed and he scans his facial expression. Oscar, who asked nothing, suddenly feels like he's naked in front of him. Instinctively, he discreetly hides his crotch with his hands, afraid that Lando will see his bump. But being clumsy as he is, his cheeks turn even redder and he continues to look at the landscape nervously. Lando laughs as he gets up, ''Caught. Again.''

Y/n looks up from her phone, one eyebrow up, ''What do you mean.'' Lando dries himself with a towel, ''You should teach Oscar how to be discreet.'' Oscar wants to disappear right now. Lando always manages to make him uncomfortable, and his sister too as well.

Lando's gaze meets Y/n's and they burst out laughing. ''I'm sorry but, this is so funny!'' Lando's shrill laughter breaks Oscar's ears and he lets himself slide into the water until he almost hides his red head. ''Aww, baby! We're joking.'' She puts her hands on his cheeks and squeezes it. Oscar is about to cry because he feels so embarrassed. But he keeps his cool and ignores their laugh.

''Fuck you both.'' Y/n and Lando laughed even more, her hand rubbing his shoulder gently.

''You're too touchy Ozzy.''

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 drivers #f1 x reader #help he's so hot #f1 smut #lando norris #piastri #oscar piastri f1 #op81 #oscar smut #oscar #oscar piastri #lando norris f1 #lando norris x sister!reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x reader

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vax-merstappen · 3 months

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F1 boys being your personal photographer 📷

imma start using the keep reading line because i feel like it gets cluttered otherwise.

i had so much fun writing these omg. finding all the cute pictures and coming up with scenarios was literally the best thing!

Lando Norris

You were too busy laughing at a joke Ria had made to realize that Lando had taken your picture. He was always snapping pictures of you when you weren’t paying attention and only when he posted them on his jpg account would you realize they had been taken. You scolded him when you saw the post but you couldn’t stay mad at your personal photographer for long, as you had to admit the pictures were always cute. Also who doesn’t mind a little attention from a boyfriend as cute as Lando?

Oscar Piastri

Every time you went on a trip with Oscar, you always took advantage of the opportunity to get him to take pictures of you. He wouldn’t do so without a bit of prompting and direction of how exactly you wanted the picture to look, as he always wanted you to look perfect in every shot. After a bit of reassurance that the pictures were after he had captured them, Oscar always brightened up, knowing he had made his girlfriend’s day just a little bit brighter. Even though it is a bit of a hassle getting him to take your pictures, you wouldn’t trade in your photographer for anyone else!

Max Verstappen

It was your first time going to one of Max’s races as his girlfriend and Max loved seeing you dressed in Redbull Racing gear. Every time he saw you throughout the weekend, he made sure to take a picture to capture the moment. Eventually, you asked him if he only liked to take pictures of you when you wore his team’s gear, to which he replied that he always likes taking pictures of you, but that the team clothes definitely made you look hot.

Charles Leclerc

Every time you dress up, Charles insists that you pose for a picture. You decided to put on a new dress for a date and dinner with Charles and as you walked through the city he stopped you all of a sudden. “Mon amour, I need to get a picture of you. You look too pretty to forget.” How could you say no? After quickly posing for him, you beamed with joy, feeling like the most beautiful woman in the word. If you asked, Charles would have told you that you were indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Carlos Sainz

It was your first time playing golf and Carlos had given you instructions on where to stand and how to hit the ball correctly. You had given it a try, dramatically failing in your first two attempts, but managing to hit the ball a good ways on your third swing. As you continued to play, Carlos stood behind you and took your picture. You turned around excitedly after hitting the ball really well and saw Carlos grinning in pride and holding a camera. You ran into his arms, happy your boyfriend was so proud.

Lewis Hamilton

If you looked at Lewis’ camera roll, it would be filled with pictures of you and Roscoe, sometimes together and sometimes apart. One that particularly stands out was when he came home from a weekend racing to find you and Roscoe curled up together on the couch, fast asleep. He quietly entered the room and set his bags down before immediately sneaking over and taking a picture of his two sweethearts looking so peaceful together.

Daniel Ricciardo

One thing about Daniel is that you cannot stop him from taking pictures of you. That man always has his camera wherever he goes and more often than not, you find yourself the focus of his shots. So you were not surprised when you went to take a picture of the sunset only to see Daniel over your shoulder, taking a picture of you taking a picture. You of course didn’t mind, as pictures are one of the ways Daniel shows you how much he loves you. Fans always love seeing new posts on Daniel’s jpg account because they know the posts are filled with more content of you waiting to be seen.

Yuki Tsunoda

Yuki always found you most beautiful when you were doing something you loved. So when you went outside to put the final touches on your most recent painting, Yuki went with you. At first he only watched intently as you worked, but then he pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you. When you checked your phone later that day, you saw a picture of you and your art on his Instagram story with a caption saying “my beautiful artist.”

Alex Albon

Alex always manages to capture your worst moments on camera (or what he would call your best moments). From pictures of you drunk to picture of you making silly faces, he has all the blackmail photos he could ever need of you. One of his personal favorites is the time you two were walking down the street after a night at the bar and you insisted on trying to ride the “spinny thing” at the playground you stumbled across. Needless to say, drunk you didn’t last very long and Alex caught you mid fall.

Logan Sargeant

Neither you nor Logan had traveled much before he got into racing. So once he began to visit the different countries on the schedule, he decided he wanted to get a picture of you in each place you went together. Of course you couldn’t come to every race, but at the ones you did attend, you made sure to get plenty of pictures of each other at all of the tourist attractions nearby the track. Your personal favorite picture he took was in Singapore, a country both of you had on your bucket list.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 preference #f1 fanfic #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #alex albon x reader #logan sargeant x reader

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nyoomfruits · 2 months

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25, landoscar!

25. “Can I just keep you?” “It doesn't work that way.”

Oscar finds Lando on the curb outside of the club, hunched forward, a little ball of black fabric and curls. “Hey mate,” He says, stepping off his bike, parking it against a wall before making his way over to him.

“Bleh,” Lando says, to his knees. “Lea’ me ‘lone.”

Oscar nudges his foot against Lando’s thigh. “Can’t, unfortunately. Promised Max I’d get you home safe.”

Lando’s head shoots up, his eyes bright and mouth slightly parted. “Oscar?”

“Yeah, bud. Max called me, said he needed someone to take you home. You okay?” Oscar kneels down in front of Lando, eye sight. Checks him over. He looks okay, aside from being absolutely fucking sloshed.

“’M fine,” Lando mumbles, tips forward a little, towards Oscar. “It’s just. Everything’s spinning. Like. Fast. Sooooo fast.”

“Oh no,” Oscar says, rather deadpan, trying and failing to subdue the smile that tugging at his lips. He should be annoyed, maybe, about being dragged out of bed at 3 in the morning because his flat mate is ready to pass out in the middle of the street and there’s no one else to get him home safe. But like, it’s Lando. He hasn’t really figured out how to be annoyed at Lando yet.

“Yeah,” Lando says, miserably, looks up at Oscar with big, sad eyes. “Like those horses. That go in a circle. You know? They’re like on a platform and they just go weeeeee,” Lando makes a spinning motion with his finger.

“A carousel,” Oscar says, getting up and extending a hand towards Lando. “C’mon, let’s get you up, yeah? I’ll take us home.”

“Home,” Lando sighs wistfully, taking Oscar’s hand in his and letting himself be dragged upright.

And god, it gets Oscar every single time, how fucking beautiful Lando is. Even now, with his shirt buttoned up wrong and a mysterious stain on his jeans and his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes slightly unfocused he’s the most gorgeous think Oscar’s ever seen.

Life would be so much easier, Oscar thinks, if he didn’t have such a truly embarrassing crush on his flat mate.

“Bike’s over there,” Oscar says, tearing his eyes away from the curl stubbornly stuck to Lando’s temple.

“Ah yes, take me to your mighty stead. Wait, actually, does that make you my white prince on a charming horse? Wait, no, white horse on a charming… No, that’s not it either.” Lando frowns deeply.

“Sure,” Oscar says, smiling fondly as he pushes his bike in front of Lando and Lando clambers on. “I’ll be you prince charming. Now please hold on tight, yeah? No ‘King of the world’ shenanigans like last time.”

“Boo,” Lando says, but dutifully wraps his arms around Oscar’s waist, slipping his hands into the front pocket of Oscar’s hoodie. “Nice. Hand warmer.”

Oscar merely rolls his eyes and kicks off the curb, ignoring the flutter his heart makes at the feeling of Lando’s hands on his stomach, almost burning through the fabric of his hoodie. There’s only a little wobble before he gets the bike properly going, getting better and better at biking places with someone on the back mostly because Lando doesn’t have a car and Oscar has a hard time saying no to him.

Lando lets his head flop forward, against Oscar’s back, sighs happily into the fabric of Oscar’s hoodie. “You’re the best, you know. Like, an angel. Prince Charming. Prince Angel Charming.”

Oscar snorts, steers the bike down the abandoned streets towards their apartment.

“I wish I could like, keep you,” Lando says, leaning his head on Oscar’s shoulder, his breath only inches away from Oscar’s face, brushing against his cheek with every exhale. “Like, make you small and put you in my pocket and then I could take you out if I was sad.”

Oscar shakes his head, smiles to himself. “I don’t think it works that way, mate.”

“Bleh,” Lando says, rolls his head off of Oscar’s shoulder and flops it against his back again. “The world sucks.”

“’M sorry,” Oscar says. He steers the bike into an alley, narrowly avoids a fallen over trash can.

“’S okay. Sucks a little less with you in it,” Lando mumbles into his hoodie.

Oscar smiles a little sadly. Lando says things like that sometimes. Most often when he’s drunk. It’s. Nice. But it’s not. He doesn’t mean it the way Oscar means it. Which is fine. Oscar’s made his bed and flopped the fuck down onto it from the first time he met Lando and thought oh. It happens, when you pine for someone who can have whoever they want.

But still. He wishes, sometimes. Hopes. It’s stupid, anyway.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, pulling the bike to a stop in front of their shitty little apartment, savoring the feeling of Lando plastered against him for one last second before they have to step off the bike. “Same.”

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble

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dilemmaontwolegs · 9 months

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For a snapshot imagine a driver accidentally hurting the reader and she has to hide it from Danny because he would lose his shit. He gets worried but a bit angry that she’s lying the cause of it. Once he finds out he wants to kill the other driver because is a severe injury

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You settled into the driver’s seat of an Aston Martin used for hot laps, keeping your arms out of the way while you were harnessed in. Lando and Oscar doing the same in the other two cars parked beside you, except they didn’t need the extra help to be buckled in. “I’m telling you now, this is a bad idea. I want that on the record. There’s a reason I’m a passenger princess.”

“You’ll be fine,” Lando promised over the headset and you fiddled with the dozens of buttons on the steering console. “Just don’t touch anything!”

“You should have told me that before.” The cameraman sat beside you laughed nervously and you narrowed your eyes at the lens. “If I die, I want you to remember this: I told you so.”

You muttered under your breath that you were not paid enough for the crap your employer put you through but it only made Oscar and Lando laugh as the microphone picked it all up.

“Okay, we’ll start off with a warm up lap, just take it slow and get used to the car,” Oscar said as Lando led the way onto the track. “I’ll follow so you don't get lost.”

“It’s a flippin circle, Piastri, how often do you get lost?”

The car shot forward, throwing you and the cameraman back into your seats as you pressed the accelerator and out of reflex you slammed your foot on the brake to counter the effect. Oooph! The air was squeezed from your lungs as the car stopped but your body kept going forward, the harness like a wall hitting your chest.

“I think you’ve put it in race mode. Turn it to sport mode.”

You scanned the buttons and saw what he meant, making the adjustment before tentatively touching the accelerator, gently speeding up to 70mph.

“I know we said take it slow but you can speed up a little bit,” Oscar teased as he tailgated you, Lando nowhere to be found up ahead.

“You do realise I am not actually a racer? I just date one.”

“Danny must have taught you something in the last two years.”

“Yeah,” Lando interrupted with a giggle. “But from what I heard, it isn’t anything to do with racing.”

You might have laughed if you weren’t concentrating so hard on following the track, until something caught your eye. “Uh, Oscar, are there wombats in Canada?”

“No…that’s a groundhog.”

Another brown ball of fur charged across the track and you screamed as you slammed on the brakes, not wanting to hit the poor animal. Oscar hadn’t expected you to brake so suddenly, or try to swerve aside. There was nothing you or he could do when you started to spin out, straight into the space his car was aiming for.

“Shit, shit, is she okay? Is she okay?”

You could hear the panic in Oscar’s voice as he tried to push his way through the crowd of first responders trying to open your door. Pain radiated down your arm but other than that you seemed to be in one piece, except the world was upside down. “I told you so.”

“What the hell happened!” Lando exclaimed as he arrived at the crash site in time to see you escorted into the back of the medics van. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Not particularly,” you murmured around the tube you bit between your teeth. You sucked in another deep breath of pain relief as your arm was jostled and looked up to see Lando shaking his head.

“Not you,” he said as he looked at Oscar’s pale face. “Daniel’s going to kill you, mate.”

“No, he’s not,” you huffed as you got off the stretcher you had been guided to. “I’m fine so he’s never going to know.”

“You see those,” Lando stabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “Those are cameras, they record things, pictures, sounds. Yeah, he’s gonna know.”

“I know what a camera is, a heavy one just fucking hit me.” You cradled your arm to your chest and took a calming breath. “This wasn’t live so it’s going to be a few weeks before this even gets uploaded. By then I’ll be fine and we can all have a laugh about it, alright. I just need to make sure Danny doesn’t hear about it before then.”

“Kind of hard when you need to go to the medical centre.”

“Then I won’t go.”

So you didn’t.

You did however accept the box of pain relief and advice to see a doctor if the pain persisted or you showed any signs of a concussion. You weren’t worried so much about that since the helmet had protected your head, it was just your arm that took the brunt of a camera smashing into it.

Daniel was surprised to see you already in the hotel room when he arrived from his meeting. Usually you stayed at the paddock later in preparation for the upcoming races but he was happy to have a few extra hours alone with you.

Leaning across the back of the couch, he greeted you with a kiss but you pulled away as his palms trailed down your body. His touch had been soft but you had still felt the burst of pain in your arm and you were glad to be wearing a long sleeve shirt to hide the bruised skin.

He frowned at the distance you had put between your bodies and he was instantly on edge. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

“Nothing, I’m just not feeling very good.”

He grabbed his phone and opened the app that monitored your monthly cycle before closing it with a frown. “Should I call for a doctor? Do you have a fever?”

He reached for your forehead but as his hand lifted it brushed against your arm and your face pinched as a pained cry hissed through your teeth.

“What happened?” he asked with barely restrained rage, his fingers desperate to touch you but unsure if it was going to cause you more pain. Tears were already welling in your eyes as you tried to keep the ruse up, but it was becoming unbearable.

“There was an accident,” you admitted as the wet streaks ran down your cheeks. “I didn’t want you to worry…”

“You’re hurt, kitten, of course I’m going to fucking worry.” He swiped the room key back up from where he had tossed it along with his phone and keys. “Come on. We’re going to the hospital. Now.”

You knew he was fuming from the clipped tone and the white knuckle grip he had on his keys. Reaching out with your good hand, you laced your fingers with his and whimpered into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

Daniel gently wiped the tears from your cheeks before kissing your forehead with a shaky breath. “I’m not angry at you, love, but don’t you ever lie to me again, not when it comes to your health.”

You nodded meekly before he reached for the door handle where he paused. “Lando or Oscar?”

“What?”

“You were filming with McLaren today.” He looked back at you, scanning your face for the truth. “Who do I blame?”

“It was an accident. Please, Danny, can we just go? It's so sore.”

His eyes softened at the admission and he twisted the handle but you knew the conversation wasn’t finished, merely delayed.

“He broke her fucking arm!”

The wince had nothing to do with the doctor setting the cast on your arm and everything to do with Daniel’s voice out in the corridor. He had been on the phone the instant the X-ray came back and showed a clear fracture down the bone. Now you were going to have a bulky accessory on your arm for the next six weeks.

“You’re lucky it was only her arm or I’d be on my way to jail by now,” he growled as he pushed the door open and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

“It was an-” you fell silent under the glare you knew wasn’t actually directed at you. He hated to see you hurt and hated he hadn’t been able to prevent it. It left his hands trembling with rage.

“I don’t know what they were thinking,” he muttered as he fell into the chair beside your bed and lifted your good hand to his lips. “Stupid fucking little videos...promise me no more.”

“But it’s my job.”

“Then quit,” he offered, like it was the simplest option in the world. “It’s not like you need it, I take care of you already, and I like taking care of you.”

“Danny…” you sighed, unsure how to approach the situation. “What if we ever broke up?”

“Is that in your plans?”

“No, but-”

“Good, because I plan on keeping you forever, and I’m more than happy to make that official. Obviously this is just a placeholder until we get home.” He started to pull the ring he wore on his pinky finger. “What? I’m terrible at losing shit, I wasn’t going to carry around your engagement ring until I found the right time to propose to you.”

You chuckled as he waited for your hand to unfurl from the fist it was in. “And you decided this was the right time?”

“I could have lost you today, kitten, I’m not going to waste another moment.” Your hand uncurled and the warm metal slid onto your ring finger before he kissed it and leaned in to kiss you too. “You’re mine, always.”

“Always,” you promised against his lips.

“Perfect, if we elope today I’ll get conjugal visits when I kill Oscar.”

Click here for part five

#the taste of temptation #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction

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fxrmuladaydreams · 6 months

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Hi! I'm in quite an angsty mood at the minute, so my blurb request us for something a little sad with Lando. Could I request an angst with two prompts (9 + 131). I'm thinking like Lando gets in a crash and reader is scared of losing him, so she stays by his side, and happy ending - Lando is okay? Tysm! Hope you're doing well lovely 😘

send me thoughts/blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for lando weekend

notes: this one is angsty guys, but there’s a happy ending. also please forgive me if i do horribly at describing the crash and the hospital setting, i am not a mechanic nor am i a doctor

warnings: car crash, hospitalization

A silence fell over the track as the papaya colored car rammed into the wall. He was doing well, second only behind Max. He was driving through a chicane, weaving back and forth, until he started sliding around. The car had spun out off the track, then collided with the wall.

A red flag was called immediately, the other drivers all making their way back to the pit lane. You stared up at the screens in the garage. The front of the car was crumpled, the black number four now bent up. You could hear Lando’s engineer talking, asking for Lando to respond, to say he was okay.

Smoke started to rise from the car into the air.

You felt your heart drop and pound in your chest simultaneously.

The safety car is quick to get to his car, pulling his unmoving body out of the crumpled car. They put him in the safety car, and drive off towards the medical car.

You want to go to him, to see him, to see that he’s still alive, that he’s okay. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Oscar standing next to you.

“I’m sure he’s okay. The damage was mostly to the front of the car. Plus the halo took most of the hit to the wall.” He tells you softly.

You know Oscar has a talent for being passive, but you can tell he’s struggling to hold his emotions together. Oscar joins you at the hospital they’re keeping Lando at once the race has finished. He sits with you while you sit next to your boyfriend, holding his hand.

He’s got wires connected to him, and a heart monitor attached, the steady beeping giving you a bit of hope. The doctors say he’s alright, he just needs to wake up. He had fainted due to the crash, and his body had shut down. He’s recuperating, they said. He just needs to wake up on his own.

Oscar leaves once visiting hours are over, heading back to the hotel to rest. You opt to stay with Lando, just in case anything happens, in case he wakes up.

You spend the night sleeping in an uncomfortable chair, leaning against his hospital bed. When you wake up, Lando is still unconscious, his breathing still steady.

You didn’t think it would take this long for Lando to wake up. Was there something more that the doctors didn’t tell you? Should he be awake by now?

You feel a few tears start to trail down your cheeks as you look at your boyfriend. His face is slightly pale, it’s odd seeing as he likes to keep up with his tan. His hair is matted down, less fluffy than usual. His chest slowly rises and falls with every breath he takes.

“Wake up Lando, please. I’ve gotten used to seeing your stupid face everyday, you can’t take that away from me.” You attempt to joke. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” You say sincerely.

You lean your head down on his arm, crying into the fabric of his hospital gown.

“Why are you crying love?” His voice is rough, almost scratchy, but you recognize it immediately.

Your head shoots up at see Lando giving you a tired smile. You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug, only pulling away when you hear him groan.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” You wipe at your eyes frantically. “I should get the nurse.” You stand up and start to step away when Lando tugs on your hand.

He doesn’t really have any strength, but you turn back to him.

“Stay? Just for a minute?” He shifts a little, creating a space next to him on the bed for you to lay.

You nod and lay down next to him.

He tells you about the crash, about the fear coursing through him as he spun waiting for the impact. He tells you that the last thing he remembers was thinking about you, about how he wished you weren’t watching the screens so you wouldn’t have to see it.

“I won’t leave you. Not like this. I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you. It doesn’t matter how much I crash, I’ll always come back to you.”

You spend a little while with him before a nurse comes in to check on him, surprised that he’s awake. She’s quick to shoo you out of the bed, but you keep yourself planted at his side. You’re not leaving him anytime soon.

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captainnameless · 2 months

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Thinking about Lando being in a bad mood one day and getting jealous about having to share his Danny with Oscar (even though he loves Oscar really!! He’s just a grumpy lil bub who wants Danny all to himself!!) and throwing a tantrum. Daniel comes back from settling Lando to find Oscar quietly putting his coat and shoes on getting ready to leave, he tearfully tells Danny that he doesn’t want to upset Lando so he’s just gonna go. Daniel has to convince Oscar that it’s okay for him to stay and he’s not being a bother, and maybe even Lando (once he’s calmed down enough) says sorry and asks Oscar to stay. Idk just a random thought!

Daniel’s staring at Lando’s sleeping form, face still tear streaked, his breathing still not completely regulated, a sharp intake of breath being sucked in around his thumb from crying so much.

He gets up from the bed gently, makes sure Lando doesn’t wake up and quietly makes his way over to the door, closing it behind him.

Truth be told he’s in need of a nap after that tantrum too, and he hates leaving Lando and opening up the possibility of him waking up alone, but he has to tend to Oscar too.

This had been a bad one, and truthfully Daniel doesn’t know how long it had been since he’d thrown a full tantrum throwing Lando over his shoulder and taken him upstairs so he could try to calm him down.

He gently pads down the stairs, ready to go talk Oscar into joining them for a cuddle and a nap upstairs when his eyes find Oscar, sitting neatly on the couch, hands folded into his lap, eyes shiny with tears and completely clothed, shoes, coat and all.

“Oscar?” Daniel breathes, walking over. “What’s wrong?”

“I should go.” Oscar says, fiddling with his thumbs, his voice sounds shaky. “I didn’t want to be rude and leave without telling you.”

“Darling,” Daniel says, gently crouching down and putting his hand on Oscar’s knee. “You don’t have to leave.”

“But I don’t want Lando to be upset.” Oscar whimpers, eyes blinking back tears. “He- I, I don’t think he wants me here.”

“Hey, no.” Daniel says, fitting himself on the couch and pulling Oscar into his side. “He didn’t mean that, buddy. Sometimes we get a little bit overwhelmed and we say or do things we don’t mean, maybe we make a not so good boy decision.” He starts, brushing a hand through Oscar’s hair, making sure he’s catching his eyes. “And then Danny’s here to fix it, right? That’s my job to worry about. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about those things, Lando adores you. Sometimes his emotions just get a little bit too big for his body.”

“But,” Oscar pouts, lip still wobbling dangerously. “But you left me.”

That shatters Daniel just a little bit, and so he pulls Oscar into his lap, wrapping his arms around him.

“Oscar,” Daniel breathes into the mop of brunette hair. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to leave you. But I did have to get Lando out of a situation that was overwhelming him. If there’s a situation in which I might need to discipline Lando, I want him to have the privacy he deserves. Or he if he needs to regulate his emotions it’s my job to create an environment where he can do that privately. And I also don’t want to involve or subject you to a situation that you don’t have to be in. Does that make sense, buddy?”

Oscar takes a shaky breath. “Little bit.”

“Hmm,” Daniel hums, pressing a kiss onto Oscar’s head, before rubbing his hand down Oscar’s back, still very aware Oscar’s still dressed to leave.

“I think you’re feeling a little bit fuzzy.” Daniel says, and he feels Oscar tense up a little in his lap. “And that’s okay.” Daniel adds, holding Oscar a little tighter.

“It’s also why I’m not going to let you leave, Bub.”

That earns him a whine, but Oscar does bury himself closer. Small victories.

“Aside from the fact that I want you to stay, and Lando does too. I’m sure he’d be very upset if he’d wake up with you gone.” Daniel says, pressing another kiss onto Oscar’s head.

“And I think we’ve had enough tears for the day, don’t you think?”

Daniel feels Oscar nod into his chest, and so it’s settled. Convincing Oscar of a nap takes no effort at all, and so he’s undressed the boy and settled into bed in no time.

They’re out within minutes, and Daniel totally doesn’t pretend to be asleep after waking when he feels Lando climb over him to go snuggle into Oscar’s side instead.

Twins, man.

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific

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everythingne · 6 months

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TEASER — GRIPPED - LN4

oc x lando norris / rom-com style fic/smau

Coca Cola and Jack Daniels bring Lando, Oscar and the reserve drivers to a beach bar in Miami over their winter break, the goal is to film a short film ad for the next Miami GP. However, the set is disrupted when a tungsten light comes undone, the Key Grip Roxanne Powell is quick on her feet and saves Lando's ass by taking the hit. Landing in true romcom fashion, straddling his waist. This accidentally makes an unlikely connection between one of the top Formula One drivers, who takes all the fame and glory for his team, and a girl whose work is hardly ever credited to herself.

warnings/notes: cursing, injury (burns/bruising, not described in any detail), this is the most self-indulgent fic ever, I use many film terms

“Breaking!” I call, hands finding the knob of the mambo stand as I start to pull down one of the silks. I can feel the heat of the lights besides me on my arms, my usual outfit of my tight Under Armor shirt and baggy black cargos. Working behind the scenes means not being seen, and all black was usually the way to go. I duck as I slip the clamp out of the stand, handing over the old silk and replacing it with the reflector. No more diffusion, the light was too dark, so I hoped the reflector would help defuse the light still, but keep the light relatively the same brightness.

“Yo, Roxie, one of these lights safety chains slipped out!” Jason, my right hand man, calls to me and I nod. Once I have the reflector slotted in I turn, looking back to where he’s pointing at one of our precariously balanced tungsten lights. The safety chains had been weak, something I knew and was a little pissy about, but seeing that not only the chain had broken, the shitty scissor clamps that held it up were loose, I could see the light shaking as Jason tried to reattach the safety.

“One second!” I shout over my shoulder, noticing how close the director is blocking talent to the light and I whistled for another grip to grab what I'm holding. That light is a tungsten, if that hits someone, namely the two McLaren drivers who stand below it, it’ll hurt like hell--and it’ll burn like hell too.

“Cassie, lock this, quick.” I say as she steps up in my place. I reach a hand behind my belt to grab my leather gloves and I hear the scissor clamp creak and slip, I jump off the stand I'm on, dropping my gloves in the rush and telling myself I'll deal with the burns later.

“Move! Move!” I shout, and the two drivers look at me like deer in headlights as I sprint forward. I throw one arm up to block the light as I shove the curly haired guy to the ground, accidentally falling on top of him as in my panic, I somehow manage to catch the now half broken light.

“Are you okay?!” We both ask at the same time, and now I look down, half straddling the talent—a light held tightly in my hands as my arm singes in pain. I check the light, which has become unplugged, and note that luckily nothing seems broken other than the glass. Which I can see on the floor by my knee.

“Yeah.” We breathe out at the same time and I curse, setting the light down on the concrete as I stand up, offering the talent my hand. He takes it, slowly standing up as people swarm asking if we're okay. It's a freak accident, the clamp should've held up fine, but now its broken structure crunches under my boots.

"Oh! Your arm!" The guy says, and I catch his last name on his jacket--Norris, as he grabs my arm and tilts me from the wrist so he can look. My arm is red, no doubt already swelling from the burn and bruising.

"I'll survive." I say to him softly, and his eyes meet mine. His eyes are stunning, I note, the different shades of bright color pulling me in--before the director is asking me if I need to go to the hospital or something. I shake off Norris and his pretty face and shake my head no.

"I'm just gonna clean it up, it's mostly burnt so it needs air. And, Cassie and Jacob, can you go find a c-stand to put the light back up? If it's still working." I look over my shoulder at my subordinates and they nod, radioing to the truck as I look over my arm again.

"Thanks." Norris breathes besides me and I turn to look up at him.

"Yeah," I notice the flush on his cheeks, "No problem, pretty boy."

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leclerced · 5 months

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Sorry but im gonna go into Landoscar a bit more. I know you’re not writing driver x driver but here it’s necessary that I write this so my mind can rest😌

I think it’s like Lando and Bunny would say they have an open relationship but not for everyone everywhere just the people they agree on (well still about 10 or so people). Oscar goes with it because he doesn’t feel like he’s in the place to tell them he’s not into it (and they don’t ask because he went with it when they decided they want to be in a relationship so they assumed it was fine).

Oscar’s not really okay when they share only Bunny. But then Lando has his kind of late bi awakening (you know he’s like “wait i have a boyfriend and it means I’m not straight anymore so I can think of other men too? Oh how cool is that” just Lando things😀) so he starts experimenting with others too. And it’s another thing they don’t talk about because Lando assumes Oscar does the same since he’s so sure in himself. So Oscar is just so angry and feels possessive because he has a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and still he doesn’t feel like he has anyone. So most of his possessiveness goes towards Bunny because he doesn’t know if he can or should be the same with Lando (my boy knows so little I feel sorry for him😭) but there are rare times when he just can’t help himself and when Lando talks (ESPECIALLY WITH CARLOS OKAY THEIR BEEF AND UNFRIENDLINESS WINS OVER THE FACT HES LANDOS FRIEND) with someone he comes up to them and puts an arm around Lando’s shoulders from behind and squeezes him lightly or when he knows that Lando made out with someone when he comes from that someone with Bunny so when he kisses Lando he curls his hand around his throat and just dominates him hard.

But then the fact that Oscar doesn’t feel the best in this arrangement comes out and Lando asks if he’s not jealous of him because there were signs with Bunny definitely more obvious than with him and Oscar is just like “I know you’re not the most bright person sweetheart but haven’t caught up with the fact that I always came to you when you were talking wit us someone? It’s just that we’re official but still not everyone knows we are boyfriends. People think we’re Bunny’s boyfriends”

So next day Lando kisses Oscar in the paddock in the middle of the day so that everyone knows where the three of them stand. Oscar loves every second of it and feels like he can finally be more touchy with Lando. I feel like Lando would be just so proud of himself after that and on every occasion be like “Oh yes you see my BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND …” , “Here’s our winner, my BOYFRIEND by the way if you still hadn’t caught up”, “my beautiful GIRLFRIEND…” and so on for quite a while before everyone would be like okay mate you’re bi and you have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, we know that they’re amazing, beautiful, talented and all but can you stop for fuck’s sake?

It’s long and doesn’t make a lot of sense sorry about that but it was like a dam broke in my brain when I started

oscar hates carlos even more after him and lando are boyfriends bc carlos hugs lando every time he sees them plus they have that weird thing where they hit each other in the balls, that gets under oscar’s skin like nothing else. he doesn’t want carlos anywhere near bunny or lando.

everyone being soo annoyed w him even bunny and oscar get tired of it after awhile, it was endearing at first but they don’t want or need more attention drawn to them than there already is and lando just won’t shut up!! oscar would be like i have a name. you could also call me a friend. or a teammate. and lando’s like /: but you’re my boyfriend?? and bunny’s like yea its cute sometimes but when you shout out “thats my girlfriend” every time you see me.. it’s kinda over doing it babe

#ask #lifeboredme #blindfold universe #canon friendly blindfold universe

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kingofthering · 2 years

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dando: farewell ❤️

(yes, i am totally aiming for heartbreak here, pls hurt me 😘)

“Oh, you’re here.”

Daniel turns around at the sound of Lando’s voice, exhaling a big cloud of smoke in the air, the weed burning his throat and his lungs, making his brain feel like it’s swimming in a pool of cotton candy.

Daniel doesn’t even smoke but one of his mechanics handed an already rolled joint over to him when Daniel found him in the small alley and well, what else was Daniel supposed to do? He doesn’t even really know why he agreed to come to McLaren’s end-of-the-season party. Maybe he was forced either by contract obligations or by Michael but either way, he tried his best for a couple of hours before ending up on the sidewalk of some quiet empty side alley.

Lando sits down next to him and shakes his head when Daniel offers him the blunt. He takes one second to study his (former) teammate and notices the way the top of his shirt has lost a couple of buttons (showing the necklace resting at the base of his throat), the way Lando’s hair is a little disheveled, his cheeks red, eyes just a little glassy. Daniel doesn’t think that he’s that drunk but the party has unpolished him for sure.

It’s still a great look for him. Daniel tries to not let his eyes linger for too long as he takes the last drag out of the joint and crushes its butt on the ground under the heel of his shoe.

Daniel’s phone vibrates and he breaks the silence that had settled over them as he gets up. “I need to go.”

“You’re leaving?” Lando frowns at him.

“Yeah, I’ve done my share for the night already. My Uber is here.”

Lando looks disappointed and Daniel watches as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can I come with you?”

Daniel immediately shakes his head, not giving himself the chance of doubting his decision. The disappointment is so obvious on Lando’s face that it kind of make Daniel wants to scream.

“Okay,” Lando says, visibly not okay as he kicks at a rock on the ground. “Don’t become a stranger, yeah?”

Daniel won’t be on the grid next year. Strangers are exactly what he and Lando are going to become.

“Don’t worry, Lando. I’m sure your new teammate will be great,” Daniel says, trying to keep his voice neutral. He’s very aware that the situation was shitty and he only resents Oscar when he’s being emotionally unreasonable.

Lando huffs and hugs his arms to his chest, tight. Daniel is almost overcome with the need to take off his jacket and put it around Lando’s shoulders.

Daniel can still remember the first time Lando kissed him. He couldn’t tell you where it was but he knows it was after a shitty race (one of the first of too many to come) early in the 2021 season.

It hadn’t made sense for Lando to be in his room then, not when Lando had had a good race and Daniel had been in a fool mood. One second Daniel was telling Lando that he should probably fuck off and the next Lando was clumsily grabbing his face and kissing him silent.

Lando blew Daniel that day and it should have felt like pity, like something Daniel couldn’t take, but Daniel’s brain couldn’t care less. You can become kind of a cunt when you’re hurt, sad, and angry. Daniel has called himself worse things in the past, it’s whatever.

So it becomes a thing. Lando comes to him after races and they kiss and they fuck and when it feels too much like Lando is trying to apologize for something he had no say over, Daniel closes his eyes and pretends he’s living another life.

They sleep together and Lando beats him in quali and they fall into the same bed at night and Lando beats him in the race and Daniel fucks him until his voice is raw. Then they both go home and start all over again on the following race weekend.

(In Monza, Daniel fucks Lando on his back, almost agonizingly slow. It’s the most tender Daniel has been in bed with anyone in forever. He drinks in all the whimpers that fall from Lando’s lips under him, marks his neck so bad he knows the bruises stay there for a couple of days. Daniel wakes up spooning Lando, one of his hands held tight between Lando’s. Two weeks later, Lando says “I’m thinking about moving to Monaco, I visited a place that I really liked”, Daniel feels odd but he just shrugs and says “Don’t count on me to give you a tour of the city, you can go to Max for that”. He pretends he doesn’t notice the flash of hurt in Lando’s eyes.)

Daniel never pretended that this was anything other than a no-strings-attached situation. If Lando caught feelings, Daniel refuses to be blamed for that.

His phone vibrates in his hand, the reminder that his Uber is waiting for him.

Lando is looking at him with bright eyes, still sitting on the sidewalk. Somehow, Daniel doesn’t think he has ever seen him look so young.

“Farewell, Lando,” Daniel finally says, giving Lando one last goodbye sign with his hand before turning around and never looking back.

send me one word + a pairing and I'll write a little something.

#daniel ricciardo #lando norris #f1 rpf #34 #my writing #prompt fill #thank you silja i hope this hurt the way you wanted!!

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nyoomfruits · 6 months

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for landoscar: one having to sit in the other's lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it!

this little drabble (as far as you can call 1k of fic a little drabble) features lando being a menace, seb and his bees, and the hilarious little school trip the entire grid took to buzzing corner during the japanese grand prix which i cant find the pictures of anymore.

If anything, it’s Lando’s own dumb fault.

He’s running late, because he’s always running late, following behind Oscar who is also always running late, and seriously, who let them be teammates? Clearly they are just enabling each other’s worst habits.

They make it onto Seb’s stupid bee bus just in time, squeezing in just as Seb starts throwing impatient glances at his watch, muttering an annoyed ‘there you are’ as Oscar takes the little step into the bus, his stupid shorts sliding over his leg to reveal a tantalizing strip of thigh.

It’s the only excuse Lando has for nearly face planting himself onto the floor of the bus as he trips inside himself. He can’t believe they’re being carted around the track in an oversized van like a bunch of high schoolers going on a school trip, but it’s Seb, and most of the grid would give their lives for Seb if he asked, so.

The bus is crammed full, everyone already having taken a seat, and Oscar slides into the only seemingly available seat next to Fernando.

“What about me, then?” Lando says, waving his arms around, a little annoyed.

“Lando,” Seb says, in his ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ voice, “I would really like to leave now.”

“Well I can’t just-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Lando,” Alex says, from two seats over. “Just go and sit in Oscar’s lap or something.”

Lando opens his mouth to protest, but everyone is looking at him with slightly disgruntled facial expressions, and he sighs, defeated, before turning to Oscar, who is looking at Lando with wide eyes.

“Uh,” he says, and then shuffles in his seat a little before he goes. “Yeah, sure, just. Sit down.”

“Right,” Lando says, and then carefully sits himself down on Oscar’s thighs, trying not to inconvenience Oscar too much by putting his weight forward as much as possible.

He fails immediately, when the bus jerks forward and Lando gets flung backwards into Oscar’s lap, nearly toppling onto the floor altogether.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, but just as he’s about to slide off completely Oscar’s arms find their way around his waist, pulling him close so his back slots against Oscar’s chest.

“Careful,” Oscar says, and his mouth is right at Lando’s shoulder, his lips brushing against the fabric of Lando’s polo and Lando is going to kill Seb and his stupid bees.

“Yeah,” Lando says, “Yup, yeah, sorry.” He tries to scoot forward again, suddenly way too aware of the proximity of his ass to Oscar’s dick - and fucking damnit now he can’t stop thinking about Oscar’s dick -, but Oscar tightens his arms around him, presumably in an attempt to protect him but only resulting in making Lando feel like maybe Seb and the bees should kill him.

In the front of the bus, Seb is enthusiastically telling them about the bee project. Next to them, Fernando is staring out of the window, nodding along to whatever Seb he’s saying. On Oscar’s lap, Lando’s been stuck on a horrible loop of ‘Oscar’s dick Oscar’s dick Oscar’s dick’. Seriously. Why does the guy insist on wearing those stupid flimsy shorts. It can’t be just to torture Lando’s entire existence.

It also doesn’t help that Oscar’s breath is fanning over his neck, his mouth brushing against Lando’s shoulders, his neck ever so often as the bus bounces around the track.

Lando’s dreamt of this, before, maybe. Of Oscar behind him, of Oscar’s hands on his waist, Oscar’s mouth on his neck.

The dreams had involved considerably less clothes. Also considerably less the entire fucking F1 grid.

“You, uh, you okay?” Oscar asks, and his voice is a little tight, as he whispers low into Lando’s ear, sending shivers down Lando’s spine.

Lando once again considers the pros and cons of just flinging himself out of the window.

“Yeah. Yeah, why?” He says, trying to act casual, trying to act like Oscar’s arms aren’t currently burning a hole in Lando’s abdomen with the way they’re wrapped around him.

“You’re uh, you’re squirming. A lot. And it’s-“ Oscar cuts off, and his voice is still tight, his breath a little shaky, and when Lando scoots back only a little bit he can feel-

Oh.

Now that’s interesting.

It’s like a switch flicks, in Lando’s brain. See before it had been the embarrassing reality of having the hots for a teammate who probably doesn’t… hot you back. But now. “It’s what?” He asks sweetly, pretending like the corner the bus takes makes him slide further back into Oscar’s lap, ‘accidentally’ grinding his ass down on Oscar’s dick.

Oscar groans, quiet and barely audible over the roar of the bus if Oscar’s mouth wasn’t right next to his ear, and his arms move from around Lando so he can grab Lando’s waist with his hands. “Lando,” he says warningly.

“Yes?” Lando asks, wiggling experimentally and letting out a frustrated little huff when he realizes Oscar’s grip is quite strong, actually.

“Will you just fucking keep still,” Oscar grits out, his hands tightening on Lando’s waist, and oh, okay. That’s kind of hot. Lando should explore that. Later. When they’re not in the stupid fucking bee bus.

“All right, that’s my queue to leave,” Fernando says, getting up out of his seat next to them. Lando hadn’t even noticed the bus had come to a standstill until everyone is already filtering out. Lando twists around in his seat to look at Oscar, and oh.

Oscar’s cheeks are a wonderful shade of bright fucking red, his pupils dilated as he pokes out his tongue to lick at his lips, and Lando briefly – very briefly – considers the pros and cons of bus sex.

“I’m-“ Oscar says, and he looks a little unsure, a little unflustered, and Lando realizes that while Oscar’s feelings have been, well. Very obvious, Lando hasn’t done anything so far but wiggle. So he surges forward, kisses Oscar quick, soft, while the camera’s are busy filming Seb showing the rest of the grid the bee hives.

“Later,” he says, promises, vows.

“Later,” Oscar agrees, voice a little hoarse, eyes a little wide.

Maybe, maybe Lando won’t kill Seb and his bees after all. Maybe, instead, he should send them some flowers. Just, as a thank you.

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