charlessainzz

[charlessainzz]

I sincerely apologize I haven’t been active this week. work and life has been a lot but I do plan on writing this week!

[charlessainzz]

can you write abt a 3way with lando & carlos🫣 y/n is dating lando but wants to see how his friend is in bed.. maybe some ln x cs action too while y/n watches? feel free to change up!! thx🫣🫶🏼

I don’t write smut sorry! but thanks for asking

#anon answered

[charlessainzz]

pt. 2 incoming this week!

Ellooo

I saw your recs were opennnnn

So i uave a request for cluless non-fan reader who attends a race for whatever reason and doesnt know anyone

Driver falls in love with them at first meet/sight

Like idk he saw them being all cute or something from afar or they bump into eachother or reader has to follow a friend whose a huge fan so they kinda look like a lost puppy following their friend around and driver finds them intriguing

Idk u can come up with that bit

But yeah basically clueless reader and driver

Idk which driver

Maybe max or lewis or oscar or even danny

But u can choose anyone ig

I just wanted some fluff cause why not

Thank u sm✨

I love ur writing🫶

thank you for the request!!! appreciate the love, and hope this is what you were looking for :)

Lost and Found

Could it have been any more of a cliche?

Here you were at the Miami Grand Prix lost and wandering around. And where do you find yourself? In the McLaren garage. How? You had no idea. You always seemed to get yourself into the predicaments.

Truth be told, you weren’t very interested in Formula 1. But your friends had an extra ticket so why not get a little tipsy and watch some race cars?

You had been walking with your friends when you decided to make a quick pit stop at the bathrooms. They said they’d wait for you but spoiler alert they didn’t. So here you were looking around the paddock for 3 blondes in Miami, you’d probably never find them!

Thinking you see one of your friends you begin shouting out to her as she entires the building wrapped in papaya orange. As you walk further into the building you can hear the machines and shouting men. That’s when you see the car. It wouldn’t hurt to get closer look. It’d give you something to brag about!

“Can I help you?”, a soft voice said behind you.

You whip your whole body around, “Oh! I got a little lost and was just admiring the car…” you say as your eyes meet his big brown ones. Your face going instantly red, you divert your eyes hoping he won’t see how flustered you are.

“It’s a nice car right?”, he says with a laugh. “We added some updates that’ll hopefully take us to RedBulls level but we’ll see”, he rambles.

You nod aggressively and say, “Never seen anything like it, very shiny!”. As you begin reaching out touch the tail end.

“Wait! No!”, he shouts and pulls you into him. “Unless you want hundreds of dollars worth of fines, I would not do that,” he says with a worried look. That’s when you realize you’re both caught up in each others arms.

Clearing your throat, you take a step back. “You seem to be very knowledgeable about all this stuff…” you say as you look around the garage.

He looks at you and begins to laugh, “you could say I’m somewhat of an expert”.

“I had a feeling. So are you a mechanic or pit crew?” you ask with sincerity.

His eyes light up at your question. Just as he’s about to answer another person calls out to him, “Oscar! Time to get in the car!”.

He begins to zip up his race suit. “You should hang around for the race and see why I’m such an expert in this stuff”, he says as he brushes his hands through his hair.

You look around the garage and find the guy who saved you from a million fines face plastered all over the walls. Oscar Piastri. Oh shit, he’s one of the drivers.

“What happens if I continue to hang around even after the race?” you ask with a smirk.

“Well then I might just have to take out to celebrate my win”, he slyly replies.

You cock your head as you eye him up and down. “Hmm…. sounds like a plan” you reply. “Don’t take too long then, I might get lost again.”

He starts laughing as he tugs his helmet on. “I’ll be back in no time”, he says with a wink and closes his visor.

Maybe your friends ditching you wasn’t so bad after all. A date with a Formula 1 driver, definitely something to brag about.

[charlessainzz]

my inbox is open to f1 requests!!!!

I usually write for lando, carlos, charles, max, lance & oscar — lmk if you have ideas :)

#f1 requests open #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[charlessainzz]

Hello beautiful!

I would like to make a request or something like that so I just read the clueless reader with Oscar BUT I would really like it with Lewis. I think it would suit him really well.

If you could do that, it would be really great if not it's okay

Thanks in advance!

thank you for requesting! I don't usually write for Lewis but this idea popped in my head. also sorry it's a bit short, hope it's somewhat what you were looking for :)

The Welcome Committee

It was less than an hour to the race start and you had somehow found yourself inside the Mercedes garage. You couldn’t look more out of place. Ferrari leather jacket, red set, and red cowboy boots. You were in a full Ferrari red get up surrounded by black and white uniforms.

You frantically were searching for the way out dashing through the garage. Just when you practically see the light to your escape, someone stops you. 

“Did Fred send you to welcome me to Ferrari?”, a sultry voice asked. You snap your head around and find yourself face to face with the Lewis Hamilton. 

“He-He did, how did you know?”, you stammer. Your face is slowly turning red and you’ve felt all the blood rush from your head. 

“You certainly stand out in that red outfit. But I think you’re a bit early, don’t you know I'm joining next year?”, he jokes. You continue to hold his piercing gaze until it becomes too much. You and Lewis begin to laugh. 

“Well, why don’t I come back next year and give you a proper Ferrari welcome?”, you say with a smile. You can’t help but subtly bite your lip due to the flirtation that was happening. He takes notice and smiles back. 

“I actually would like that… but I don’t think I can wait a whole year”, he responds. Your eyes go wide as you can’t believe what he may be implying. Lewis pulls out his phone, and hands it to you. “Why don’t you put in your number and we go out? Preferably sooner than in a year”, he teases. 

You felt like someone was playing a joke on you. How is this happening? Lewis continues to look at you waiting for you to answer. You grab his phone and hastily put in your contact. 

Handing it back to him you say, “I expect to hear from you soon. But if not… I know where to find you”. Giving him a wink, you walk out of the garage towards your actual destination. You can’t wait to tell your girlfriends what just happened. You had a date with Ferrari’s newest driver.

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[charlessainzz]

Ngl I think I'd strangle lando and then myself THE OTHER WOMAN?! I THINK NOT 😭😂

hahhah I agree! but it's fiction so let's just roll with her delusions lollllll

#anon answered

[charlessainzz]

The Other Woman

I couldn't help myself hahah. Seeing all the drama online right now. Let me know if you like it :) or don't, either way this was fun to write.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, sitting at the Rolex Monte Carlo Masters, with her. The girl he told you was nothing to worry about. The girl who you thought was just obsessed with him. The girl was supposed to be the other woman. But now… it felt like maybe you had been this entire time. 

As you watch the match on your TV you feel your phone vibrating. All your friends having the same realization as you. Texting ‘How could he do this to you?’ The playful guy you met out shopping one day in Monaco. He had completely swept you off your feet. Showering you in gifts, compliments, and mind-blowing love. 

Flashbacks of the past few months begin to play in your mind. How you’d suggest a casual night out for dinner and he’d convince you he wanted to keep you protected from the public. Moments when you’d see him out in a Monaco nightclub and he’d ignore you. Only to be calling you hours later begging for you to come over. Times where you’d politely ask to join him at a race, and the conversation ending in him lecturing you that fans would ruin your relationship if you did. Each time you would feel suspicious of him, but he’d use his sweet charm and kiss away any negative thoughts. 

Yet, here he was. In public, at a high profile event, with millions of cameras all to capture him with another woman. You were livid. That’s when you decide to text him that you were watching him and whatever was happening between you two was finished. 

When you send the text you see the film camera zoom in on him again and he’s seen frantically texting on his phone. Throughout the event each time the camera would pan to Lando, it would capture him texting, attempting to make a call, and utterly ignoring the woman next to him. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched. 

The next few hours feel like an eternity. You had not only turned off your TV but also your phone. You knew there were probably dozens of calls and texts from him. You just couldn’t bear to see it. You couldn’t handle hearing whatever lame excuse he could conjure up. Letting yourself wallow in pity as you wait for morning to come. 

That’s when you hear three light knocks on your door. It’s Lando coming to grovel at your feet. To beg you not to disappear from his life. 

You creep up to the door and slowly open it. Revealing Lando, in the same attire he wore to the tennis match, but accompanied with dark bags under his eyes. Clearly stressed out. 

“What do you want, Lando?”, you boom. You try to take breaths to steady the shakiness you begin to feel in your body.

“A chance y/n. Just a chance to explain please”, he begs. His hands start to reach out to touch you but you pull back. 

“I don’t want to hear it! You’re a fucking liar!”, you start to yell. “You convinced me that I was the only one and yet I see you out with her. And even worse out in public!” He no longer is able to hold your gaze and looks down at his feet. All the anger is bubbling to the surface. 

“Shit I know I messed up y/n. That’s why I’m here! To explain what happened. If I didn’t care would I be here now?”, he appealed. He grabs your hands, imprisoning you once again. You can’t help but to feel he was right. Would he be here if he didn’t actually care about you?

“Then get on with it. Explain!” you say sternly. He takes a deep breath and gives your hands a squeeze. 

“It’s my team, okay. They said I needed to be seen out with someone. And that someone just happened to be her. It was out of convenience. Nothing more I swear”, he claimed. He’s looking at you to see if any of that was enough to ease your concerns. 

You let out a little laugh, more out of disbelief. “That is such bullshit Lando Norris. Really, PR? That’s your excuse?”, you taunted. Did he think you were stupid? PR was an easy thing to place the blame on. 

“Y/n you have to believe me. That’s the truth”, he says once again with more conviction. “I would never purposefully hurt you. I love you”, he declares. That word ‘love’ had never been spoken between you two yet. It quite literally knocked the breath out of your lungs. 

“You love me?”, you whisper. Tears start to form and he smiles. 

“Of course I do. You love me don’t you?”, Lando asks but he already knows the answer. He’s manipulated the situation perfectly. His thumbs rubbing circles in your hands trying to coax an answer out of you. 

“How could I not love you? You’re the only person for me”, you confess. You feel yourself being sucked back into him. “Is it over between you and her then?”, you asked cautiously. 

“Let’s not worry about that right now y/n”, he says and silences you with a kiss. You were the other woman. But relishing in his kiss, in his love, you couldn’t find the courage to leave. You were sentencing yourself to a life lived in the shadows.

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[charlessainzz]

Date Night?

here's the first fic, next one will be on sunday. hope you guys like this!

Another night you spent waiting for him. Another night you spent all dressed up alone. Another night ending in disappointment. 

Here you were in that little black dress, lipstick on, and clutch in hand sitting on the couch waiting for Max to walk through the door. You were ready to give it to him. Ready to rip him a new one. 

You hear the door unlock and creak open. You see his face peak through. He’s a sweaty mess so he must have been at training…. again. That’s when you notice his bloodshot eyes. At first you thought he was drunk but then you noticed his tear stained cheeks. Tossing your bag to the side you jump up and run to him in the doorway. Grabbing his face in between your hands, his face is hot to the touch. Your eyes looking him up and down searching for the source of his pain. 

“Max, what’s happening?”, you worried. He closes his eyes and just shakes his head. “Please baby tell me so I can help or-or just talk you through it”, you plead. 

“I can’t do this anymore y/n! I do all this to make him happy!”, Max says as he begins to raise his voice. You felt a pit in your stomach. Max pushes your hands off him as he starts pacing around the living room. 

“I skip parties, I cancel plans, I neglect our relationship to make sure I’m the world’s greatest Formula 1 driver… all for him! A-and it’s still not enough!”, he boomed. You instantly know who he’s talking about. His dad. 

“I fucking stood you up today to get in more training time! And when I ask to take off he starts lecturing me about how I’m not dedicated enough!”, he yells. “What does he want from me?”, Max asks throwing his hands into the air. He’s reached his breaking point. 

You look at him, knowing you can never give him an answer that would be appeasing but you had to try. “Oh Max… he’s the type of person that will never be happy enough. Never be satisfied enough. He just wants more and more”, you stressed. “And he’ll keep asking for more and more because he knows you want to make him happy. But it’s a never ending cycle”. 

He looks at you and nods. Tears still run down his face. He knows that’s the best answer he’ll get and he knows there is no easy solution. But at least you were there for him, and trying to help. “Thank you”, he murmurs. 

“For what?”, you inquire. 

“Just being here. Taking all the shit that comes with dating me”, he says. You see in his face how disappointed he is in himself for standing you up again. However, you knew why at least.

You move towards him with arms stretched out. Inviting him into your safe embrace. Max’s whole body relaxes as he wraps himself into you.

Pushing your hand into his hair you say, “I would take anything to be with you Max. I would go to the ends of this world to just be near you”, you confess and place a kiss on his lips for a second. Going back to just holding each other, you feel like the only two people left on Earth. The world solely spinning for your love. 

Feeling his breath on your neck, he holds you even tighter. Trying to squeeze every ounce of love out of you. “You’re my everything y/n”, he whispers into your neck. 

“You’re my whole world Max Verstappen”, you proclaim. Wanting to lighten the mood a bit you say, “But one more date night that goes wrong and I’ll give away all your World Champion trophies”, you say with a sly smile. 

Max picks his head up from your neck and grins. He leans down and as he’s about to give you a kiss you feel his hand wrap into your hair and tug it. “I promise to do my best y/n”, he says with all the seriousness he could muster. 

“That’s all I ask Maxie”, you breathed. You crane your face up to connect your lips once again.

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[charlessainzz]

winners seem to be lando and max…..

I’ll be writing some fics this weekend. at least 2… so top two voted get a fic :)

[charlessainzz]

I’ll be writing some fics this weekend. at least 2… so top two voted get a fic :)

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[charlessainzz]

100 followers woooowwwww thanks for all the love 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I’m thinking of writing something tonight but if you’ve got inspo for me, don’t hesitate to request!

#I ramble

[charlessainzz]

Hii! Can you write a landox singer reader?

thanks for the request! I wasn’t too sure what you wanted exactly so hopefully this is somewhat good enough :)

DJ Got Us Falling In Love

‘The DJ sucks tonight’ was your first thought as you entered the club. You strutted into the LA club in your favorite black slip dress that didn’t leave a thing to the imagination. You were dying for a fun night out, and this DJ was ruining it. No matter how loud the music was played, it could not get the crowd pumped. You couldn’t spend your one night off tour like this.

That’s how you found yourself hijacking the booth. Giving the DJ a booty bump, you stepped in front of the equipment. He instantly recognized you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, the biggest up and coming pop singer in the US.

You get to work pulling up the sleaziest and most intoxicating club songs you could think of. And shamelessly sneak in your own hits. The energy of the club flips on its head and everyone’s dancing.

You feel like your work here is done. You are about to step away from the booth when you feel someone watching you. That’s when you notice a certain curly haired guy eyeing you across the VIP section.

Lando Norris. F1 driver. British play boy. He had a reputation and you toyed the idea of him in your mind. He wouldn’t be able to handle you, but how fun it would be to see him try.

You give him a flashy smile teasing him to come talk to you. He falls for your plan and walks over with drink in hand.

Lando glides into your side and gives you his signature toothy grin. He smells like bourbon and expensive cologne. He looks good of course.

“I used to be a DJ you know”, he says with amusement. You can see him reminiscing.

“Why’d you quit?”, you inquire. He looks at you pondering his next answer.

“I needed to focus on what I was actually good at, driving”, he admits playing with his chain.

“A driver with no wins? Can’t be that good”, you say with a smirk. Lando’s eyes go wide immediately in utter shock at what you’ve just said out loud.

You double over laughing at how you’ve just managed to shut him up.

“Well you’re a singer with no Grammys so, can’t be that good either”, he retorts back putting his hands on his hips.

Both of you smiling at each other, silently egging the tension on. He was quick with the comebacks. And you liked that.

“Touché Norris”, you smile. “So, are you going to keep staring at me or ask me to dance?”, you say boldly.

“Well I thought you would never ask!”, he shouts and grabs your hand pulling you to the dance floor falling deep into the sea of bodies. You feel his arms pull you into his front.

Hands all over as you get lost in the music and the feel of each other’s skin. You feel him bring a hand to your cheek as he gently turns you.

Your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes and back. He smiles like he’s read your mind. Lando leans down and engulfs you in a deep kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance, you can taste his last drink.

After what feels like eternity, you tear apart from him searching for a breath. He can tell what his kiss has done to you. You push back up looking for another when he pulls his head back. You feel desperate for more.

Whispering in your ear he says, “If you want more of me, you’ll have to invite me to a concert of yours”. You look into his eyes seeing him enjoy this game.

“Only if I can come to a race of yours”, you smile back.

“That can definitely be arranged”, he says leaning back down to give you what you desired. Lips melting together you think how you’d give him backstage passes if that’s what he wanted. Anything to be in his presence like this.

Suddenly Lando pulls back again. You let out a huff. “Oh and I want a private concert after,” he smirks giving your waist a pinch.

“You’re pushing it Norris!”, you warn. Maybe it was you that wouldn’t be able to handle him.

He giggles at your cute frustration and pushes your head into his chest giving you a tight hug.

“Do you want to get out of here?”, he asks with eyebrows raised. “I’ll show you how fast I can really be in a car”.

“I like the sound of that… maybe I can give you that private concert too”, you joke poking his chest.

Lando’s cheeks go tomato red as he thinks of what that could entail. “Alright time to go!”, he says grabbing your hand.

He leads you out of the club past both of your cheering friends. “No there go our DJs!”, they scream.

You and Lando can’t help but laugh as you step outside into the night. Hands intertwined, you’re met with a wall of flashing paparazzi lights.

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[charlessainzz]

Dark Eyes

wanted to try something a little different.. let me know what you think :)

His eyes darkened as he focused on your face. You swear you could see a smirk form as he said, “y/n… it was never serious. You think someone like me would want to be with a girl like you”. His voice dripped with venom. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill down. You knew that’s what he wanted to see. To see you crumble. He had never been this cruel before. Who was this man in front of you?

Before you could answer, moments of the past few months flashed in your mind. The night you met at the club. He slyly asked you out after one too many drinks, promising you the night of your life. He was right. You were hooked on Carlos Sainz the moment he laid his lips on yours. 

For months you both played this cat and mouse game. You being too shy to completely dive head first into his embrace while he seemed to do anything he could to be near you. To touch you. Almost every night spent together learning each other's deepest secrets. Flying you out to every city he was in. Rolling around in each other's arms in hotel rooms all throughout the world. Introducing you to his friends and making you feel like more than just a late night call. But that was his game. 

So how could you not be surprised to find him out with another girl? How could you not confront him? Except that’s what he wanted. He wanted to make you feel crazy. To make you want him more now that he has finished his fun with you. 

You wanted to reach out and remind him of your love. The love you were so desperately ready to sacrifice for him. Yet, you snapback to reality. Back to the reality of those dark eyes pouring into yours. This would be the last time you ever saw them. 

“You’re right Carlos”, you whispered and started to walk off. 

He almost felt bad seeing you walk away. Almost….

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[charlessainzz]

new fic coming soon!

#i ramble

[charlessainzz]

inspo for my pt2 of lost and found….

[charlessainzz]

Hello!! I want to ask for a fluff carlos fic with reader who has an acute resting b face to the point people think she hates dating him, while the truth is that she's a pretty chill and sweet person as long as she with someone she closed with.

That's it i guess, thank you and have a great day love ❤

thank you for requesting this!!! it’s such a cute idea. hopefully it’s somewhat okay hehe

RBF

Slamming your phone down on the counter caused your wine glass to go tumbling.

“Well shit!” you shouted as you stared at the pool of red. You had had enough already. You were not about to cry over spilled wine too.

Your friend had sent you another Instagram post from the F1 drama blogs about your “Resting Bitch Face”. After every race or moment you are seen with your boyfriend, another post is made about your “RBF”. It was like they were obsessed with talking about it!

Your boyfriend, Carlos, walks into the kitchen. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why is there wine everywhere?”, he asked with concern.

Letting out a huff, you pointed to your phone. “They won’t stop picking at me! They keep calling me miserable and a bitch!” you say raising your voice.

Carlos walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Let me see”, he whispers into your shoulder. You hand him the phone and click on the post. It’s a picture of you and him in the paddock having breakfast. Of course the focus isn’t you two holding hands in the picture. The focus is your face. Unfortunately you suffered from chronic resting bitch face. You couldn’t help it! You just always had a serious face, especially when listening to others or when concentrating.

“They all think I hate you…”, you squeaked. Tears beginning to appear in your waterline. Carlos immediately took notice.

He clicks your phone off and sets it aside. Turning you around to face him, he places your face in his hands. “I like your serious face.”, he jokes giving you a kiss. “I like all your faces…” he says again.

You feel your cheeks blush and try to squirm out of his embrace. “Carlos I’m serious! The world thinks I hate you, it’s only a matter of time before you think the same!” you groan.

“Hey hey. Don’t say that. I could never think that y/n”, he says with conviction. “Who cares what they say online. They don’t know the real you”.

You give him a pouty face.

“I like that face too”, he says with a smirk.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you fall back into his arms again.

“Oh yeah that’s my favorite face of yours”, he admits. You look up at him and place a kiss on his lips.

Nuzzling your face into his neck you say, “You have to start warning me when I’ve been showing my RBF for too long”, you muffled out.

He hums in response as he runs his hands up and down your back to soothe you.

“Carlos I mean it”, you stomp.

“Okay. Okay. I will warn you if you’ve had it for more than 10 minutes”, he says rolling his eyes.

“No, for more than 5 minutes”, you plead. He laughs and just nods his head in agreement. In his head he’s thinking of how he wished to world could see you through his eyes. How kind and relaxed you truly were. Even though you had a chronic RBF, he knew that you were the sweetest person in his life. Especially with him.

“I have an idea….”, he says with a devious tone. Carlos picks up his phone and holds the camera in front of your faces.

“Let’s show them our RBFs together”, he says. Carlos snaps the picture of you two staring into the camera.

Having a look, you let out a laugh. “We look hot”, you say. “What are you going to caption it?” you ask.

You see Carlos’s eyes go wide as he thinks. Then it’s like a lightbulb went off and he starts tapping away at the keyboard.

“Couples who RBF together, stay together”, he says proudly. You scrunch your nose at his cheesiness.

“Hmmm perfect”, you whisper. “It’s definitely true”, you joke.

“Of course it’s true y/n”, he says with his big bambi eyes looking into yours. He leans down and plants a firm kiss against your lips. You let out a breath in relief as you two keep kissing and hands start roaming.

Eventually, you lean back into his arms as you watch the post blow up on Instagram.

Let’s see what the trolls have to say now.

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[charlessainzz]

mm oh damn yeah okay