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mirohlayo · 2 months

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F1 DRIVERS FALLING ASLEEP

ON YOUR LAPS

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

this boy is not the most energetic man but sure he doesn't need to nap everyday. but when you're sitting comfortably on the couch, focus on your phone, and when he's feeling sleepy, your laps suddenly look like the comfiest pillow to sleep on. so oscar doesn't wait a second to literally throw himself over you, placing his head on your laps as he snuggles to you like a baby. and he always takes the best naps when he's sleeping like that.

─ LANDO NORRIS

this man love to take naps and just rest. so no need to worry about him when it comes to nap or sleep with you. he loves having you close to him whenever he's sleeping, and especially more when he uses your laps as his own pillow. he hides his face in your laps, and he delights in your soft touches and caresses. he can't help but smile to himself, as he's about to sleep. and he's always wake up by a sweet kiss from you, one of his favorite thing in the world.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

it's always when he feels extremely exhausted or a bit off that he absolutely needs a good nap with you in his arms. or more like with your presence. it's a not a want, it's a need, because he literally craves having you around him. without any words, he'll lie on your laps, carefully to not rushing you. his eyes close as he smells your fragrance which lulls him into a deep sleep. and his dreams are full of you, you, and you.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

maybe it's surprising sometimes, but now you're used to it. he'll randomly place you on the couch or the bed in order to sleep with you. without any reason or warning, he'll just take you by the hand and ask you if he can get some sleep with you. first, he would lay on your chest, but then he'd find a better spot on your laps. his arms are around you, his grip is tight because he doesn't want to let you go. you kiss him here and there, and that makes him feel so safe.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

first, it always begins with cuddle sessions. hamilton has his head over your laps, as he enjoys your gentle touch and also gives you lazy kisses. but then you both grab your phone to scroll through social medias. and he can't help but get all sleepy, your body lifting up and down, your hand playing absentmindedly with his hair. he finally fall asleep sleep, your presence comforting him. then wraps his arms around your waist, just to feel you even closer to him.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

he makes sure he gets his nap time with you everyday. it's his tradition, and perhaps one of his favorite things to do with you. your laps are his top 3 best spots to sleep on, so you're always tucked into george's embrace as his head rolls on your laps. he would peck them gently, but then finally fall asleep. but the cutest thing about it, is for sure the absolute silly smile he has when he feels you kiss his forehead in his sleep. and when he wakes up, he doesn't bother to attack you with lots of kisses.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

boy needs so much rest, and your body and especially your laps seem to be the perfect spots to get some sleep on. maybe he has an obsession for naps on your laps, but he always takes the best sleep of his life when he uses them as a pillow. sometimes he's so needy that he could stay for hours like that, your legs tucked under his head. he also has this habit of stroking your laps. but you can be sure that he'll try to get you some sleep too, allowing you to nap on his own laps.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

he doesn't take nap often, but whenever he needs one he'll always find you to sleep with him. patting the bed, he gives you the sign to come over him and let yourself relax in his embrace. but then the roles change, as you find daniel shifting to lay on your laps. you can see his eyes fluttering, his face getting sleepy. you'd call him some weird names to make fun of him for that and he'd chuckle, your laugh lull him. his hands absentmindedly search for you in his sleep, because he wants his girl close to him.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george russel x reader #max verstappen x reader #daniel riccardo x reader

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Mini Sainz

Pairing: Dad!Carlos Sainz x Reader x Son Santi

Rating: PG

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant reader, reader feels big because she’s so pregnant, dad carlos is adorable, fluff

Words: 2.7K

A/N: if anyone knows why I named their son, great minds think alike

"I'm a whale." You moan, annoyed, tired, just exhausted all around.

"You're not a whale. You're pregnant." Lando snickers as he walks past you, making sure you are as comfortable as someone who could be 9 months pregnant.

"Lando, I'm serious. I can't even see my own feet or anything." You whine, stabbing your fingers into your side to stop the sharp pain you feel, disappearing when you put pressure on it.

"Maybe, you shouldn't come to the Grand Prix." He ponders but stops seeing your harsh glare.

"It's his home race. Besides, I want to be around him." You huff, fixing the fan next to you.

9 months pregnant, and in Spain, it was not a good mix. It wasn't hot, just fantastic, but to you, it felt horrible. Never would you be pregnant in the spring or summer again. This was the last time.

"Yes. I know Y/n. You'll see him soon." Lando comforts you, pushing the fan closer as he watches some sign of improvement.

"Uncle Lando?" A small voice pulls Lando's attention from his best friend to his godson.

"Santiago? You should be taking your nap." Lando moves to the 5-year-old and picks him up with ease.

"Mama in pain?" He asks, resting his head in the croak of his uncle's neck, worried about his Mama.

"A little bit, buddy. But, it'll be okay when we see your Papa." The smile that covers the boy's face melts Lando making him even consider for a second having kids.

"Mama doesn't like being away from Papa. Should we call?" Lando snorts, knowing damn well that you didn't like your husband away from you this far in your pregnancy.

"No, we're about to leave anyways. Let's get you dressed, okay?" He asks the little boy nodding as Lando takes him to get dressed.

Lando returns with your first child, and you snort, seeing bright orange.

"Carlos is going to kill you." You giggle, seeing Santiago wearing a Mclaren shirt.

"Ehh, he owes me anyways. I'm taking care of a toddler and a very pissed-off pregnant you. I get the kid wearing my shirt." Lando shrugs. If you weren't so tired, you'd smack Lando into the next century.

"Help me up, you dick." You whisper, knowing Santiago is in his repeat everything he hears phase.

With ease, Lando moves beside you and helps you up, resting a hand on your back and stomach. Feeling a little thump against his hand, Lando smiles; the kid was going to be a trip.

"Alright, Sainz's, let's go!" Santiago squeals and runs to you but stops short, knowing you can't pick him up.

"Uncle Lando! Up!" Santiago declares, making the Mclaren driver smile, and you roll your eyes.

Arriving at the paddock, you wince, feeling that sharp pain again, but take a deep breath, and it goes away again. You knew you should be worried about those pains, but the baby wasn't due till the end of the month, so you still had a couple weeks before they were expected.

"Why does my family look like yours?" Santiago squeals and wiggles out of Lando's arms and rushes his father.

"Papa!" He screams, Carlos scooping him up before the little one can fall.

People liked to call Lando the second husband because he was always helping you. But he was your childhood friend, Carlos's best friend, and the godfather to your son. He was family.

"Ooh. Easy big guy." Carlos coddles, kissing his son's cheek before immediately handing him off to Lando and at your side.

"Corazón? Are you okay?" Carlos asks, seeing the discomfort on your face. But the moment he touches you, it fades away as you lean into your husband's body.

"Now I am." Carlos moves to support you on your side and walks you down to the Ferrari hospitality building.

"Why is my angel wearing a Mclaren shirt?" You snort loudly, seeing Lando chase the little boy, both matching.

"Lando dressed him. Besides, give him this one. He's staying in Spain to help us when the baby arrives." You touch Carlos's cheek, who just nods but already planning on how to switch the shirts later.

Getting to the building, you notice Santi isn't next to Lando and feel that panic, but it slams shut when you see a familiar brunette holding your son.

"No, Uncle Charles! Uncle Lando said we'd match today." Your son's cheeks puffed out; in that way, he pouts.

"You're a son of a Ferrari driver. You don't want to hurt your Papa's feelings, right?" He asks, which gets a slap on the back of his head from Lando.

"Don't manipulate the boy, you douche." While Charles lets out a string of curses, you watch the exchange, Carlos, paying no mind to keep an eye on you.

"Yeah, douche." The laughs stop as you all face a red-faced Santiago, who looks ready to cry.

"Santiago Sainz Vazquez de Castro." Wincing at Carlos's harsh tone, your son's eyes grow wide and watery.

"Apologize to Uncle Charles right now! You don't use that type of language. Do you understand me?" Santiago's bottom lip starts to wobble, and your heart breaks for your baby. Santi looked up to his father so much and rarely got in trouble with him. So when he did, this would make Santi cry.

"I'm sorry," Santi whispers, hugging Charles, who chuckles and pats the boy's back.

"It's okay, Santi. I know you didn't mean it." Charles kisses his head and sits down, dragging Lando away so Carlos can talk to his son.

Crouching down, you watch as Carlos turns Santi to look at him. They're twins, if anyone wanted to contest the father of your child, put Carlos and his side by side, and you've got a mini-adult Carlos before you.

"Santiago, why are you in trouble?" Carlos asks as Santi sniffles, wiping away his tears with his little hands.

"Because I said a bad thing to Uncle Charles." You try not to cry too. Fucking hormones. Santi rarely cried, so seeing his little face, red and tear-stained, you wanted to hold him close.

"And what do we not do?" Carlos sighs, holding Santi's tiny hands in his own.

"Say bad things that can hurt people." He mumbles, looking his father in the eyes. Carlos's tough father act breaks automatically seeing his little boy's face.

"Come here." Carlos pulls Santi into a hug and stands up, rubbing his back as Santi wraps his arms and legs around his father as best as he can.

"Let's get some cold air for your Mama, yeah?" Carlos asks, following you into the cold air.

"This is heaven." You moan, reaching a private area and sitting down as slowly as possible.

"Can we get a fan?" Carlos asks one of the workers, who eyes you and nods, going down to hunt a fan for you.

"Mama," Santiago whines, climbs onto the couch and puts his head on your stomach.

"Yeah, baby?" Fingers pushing back those gorgeous Sainz's locks, so happy he got Carlos's eyes and hair.

"Is baby being bad?" He asks, touching your stomach while Carlos sets up the fan to blow right on you.

"No. I'm just.....big." You groan, trying to stop the flash of pain on your face, but Carlos sees it anyways.

"You're not big. Stand up." Carlos helps you stand and moves to stand behind you.

Wrapping his arms below your belly, he starts to lift, and you practically melt right then and there as the weight is lifted off.

"If I could marry you again, I would." You moan, making Carlos smile, loving the pleasure that covers your face.

"Do me a favor?" You ask, Carlos nodding as he would do anything you'd ask.

"Of course, Y/n. What is it? Is it the baby? Is it time?" Mind running faster than he can keep up, but you cover his hands under your belly, soothing him instantly.

"Take Santiago with you." Carlos lets your stomach down slowly before facing you, confused as hell.

"Carlos, I can't give him the attention he needs right now. When the baby comes, we won't be able to pay much attention in the beginning. Besides, he idolizes you, Carlos. Take him to the garage, and let him sit on the pit wall. Let him run wild. Give him the best day of his life." You plead to look at your son, who watches the TV and squeals, seeing Uncle Charles beside his car.

"Santi? Want to spend the day with me?" Carlos asks; without an answer, Santiago takes off but stops and runs back. Getting on his tiptoes, he kisses your stomach and whines holding his arms up. Carlos lifts him up, and Santi kisses you before kicking his feet and taking off.

"Bye, Mama! Bye, baby! Be good!" He yells and takes off, Carlos cussing and rushing after his son.

Carlos catches up and swoops the boy up, making him squeal in delight as passersby smile at the father and son.

"Where to first, mi vida?" Carlos asks, tickling the boy, who laughs more.

"There!" Seeing the bright green that catches his eye, knowing who he wants to see.

"Want to go there?" He settles Santi in his arms and walks into the Aston Martin garage.

"Abeulo Fernando!" All the mechanics turn their heads, some laugh seeing who screamed that, as Fernando groans, hating being called that by the mini Sainz.

"Are you ever going to tell your son to stop calling me that?" Fernando asks, accepting Santi into his arms, who lays his head on his shoulder.

"No, because we all know it pisses you off." Carlos chuckles and watches how relaxed his son is.

"Where's Y/n? Has she had the baby already?" Before Carlos can answer, Santi does for his father.

"The baby is being mean to Mama. Mama said she's a whale. Uncle Lando said she wasn't but has a tummy like a whale Abeulo Fernando. Why is that?" The boy leaves the two Spaniards sputtering as he rattles off what he had heard this morning.

"Well...your little sibling is growing. Your Mama had the same tummy when you were there. But she doesn't have a whale tummy." Fernando laughs at Carlos's disbelief.

"Don't ever say she has a whale tummy. Okay, Santi?" Carlos presses, knowing the absolute mess the hormones would make you if your angel called you a whale.

"Abeulo Fernando? Are you going to win today? That'd be awesome if you did!" Lance laughs, walks past them, and claps Carlos's shoulder.

"Wearing a Mclaren shirt and wants Fernando to win. Are we sure that he's yours?" Lance laughs, making Carlos rolls his eyes and take Santi back.

"Okay, yeah, we're leaving." Carlos groans as Fernando and Lance make fun of him on the way out.

"Papa, you'd win anyways. It'd be cool for Abeulo Fernando to get the smaller win." Santi explains, Carlos promising he wouldn't cry hearing those words.

"Thank you, mi vida. Want to see Uncle Lando or Uncle Pierre?" He asks and sees his baby's eyes brighten.

"Uncle Pierre." Shocked at his choice, having thought by his reaction he'd pick Lando.

Walking closer to the paddock, Santi wiggles wanting to let down. "Okay, but hold my hand, mi vida." He urges, but Santi shakes his head no.

"I'm a big boy." He whines, and Carlos thinks this over and sighs, putting his hand on his back and leading him to Alpine.

"Well...look who is here." Pierre laughs and goes to pick up Santi like always, but the young boy steps away, confusing the French men.

"Uncle Pierre......is Kika here?" The young boy asks, face red and looking away.

"Umm.....yeah, she's over there." He points out the model watching the mechanics work on the car.

Santi takes off and tugs on Kika's pant leg, getting her attention as she melts, seeing Santi's smiling face, and picks him up.

"He picked you over Lando. If he was here, I thought he'd want to play with you and Charles. Guess...I was completely off." Carlos explains as Pierre laughs.

"Little man is growing up. Wanted to talk to Kika more than me. Actually....proud of him." Carlos glared, hating that his son already has a crush at age 5.

"Don't encourage this. Y/n will kill you." He watches Santi laugh as Kika walks around the garage and onto the pit wall so Santi can see the track.

"How is she? Charles and Lando said she looks.....ready." Pierre chooses his word carefully as Carlos is one to be very protective when it comes to you being pregnant.

"She should've stayed home, but everyone is here, so she's at the hospitality and can be somewhat comfortable," Carlos explains but stops the conversation when Santi comes running up with a smiling Kika behind him.

"Papa! Papa! Can we? Can we?" He asks as Kika pats his head and explains how she said that Pierre and her could take Santi for a couple nights when the baby arrives.

"Mi Vida, I thought you wanted to stay with Uncle Lando? It'll hurt his feelings if you change your mind." Santi ponders on it and looks at Kika.

"But...Papa.....I'm always with Uncle Lando." He whines, and Kika giggles while Pierre rolls his eyes.

"Okay, let me talk to Mama about it, and if. And I mean if she's okay with it. Uncle Pierre and Kika stay at the house with you and Uncle Lando?" He asks

Santi squeals and hugs his Papa, Kika's legs, then hugs Pierre, who smiles.

"Am I going to have to be worried about a 5-year-old stealing you now?" He asks Kika, who rolls her eyes and slaps his chest.

"Stop, he's adorable, besides it's hard to say no to those big brown eyes." Kika shrugs as Santi talks with a mechanic. Carlos checks his watch and curses, seeing he's got to get ready for the 3rd practice, and walks up to Santi, picking him up.

"Come on, Santi, we've got to go. Say, thank you to everyone." Santi yells his thanks as Carlos walks to the Ferrari garage.

Santi watched the world around him; Carlos knew his nap time was getting close, so he tried to keep the little guy awake until they reached the garage. Walking in, everyone cheers, seeing their youngest member, who just waves and buries himself into his Papa's chest.

"Alright, Mi Vida, I have to get ready now. But, I'm gonna give you to Uncle Charles. Think you can stay awake until I come back?" He asks, hoping he doesn't fall asleep.

"Yes, m big boy Papa." He whines from the movement of his Uncle Charles grabbing him.

"Try to keep him awake. If he falls asleep on you, you won't be able to escape." Carlos rushes and heads to get ready as Charles and Santi stare at each other.

"Wanna sit in my car?" He asks, seeing new energy come to the boy as he nods. Charles smiles and gently places the boy in the number 16 Ferrari as he crouches down, explaining everything.

Carlos returns and stops watching his boy be so happy to be here.

"Uncle Charles.....are Mama and Papa going to be busy with the new baby?" Carlos moves out of sight to hear what they're talking about.

"Yes, but that's why Uncle Lando, Uncle Pierre, Kika, and maybe I will be here in Spain to be with you," Charles explains, knowing Santi was brilliant and telling the truth was better for him.

"Is Papa going to be doing this with the baby too?" Santi asks, lowering his head.

"What do you mean?" Charles asks, confused about what the toddler is thinking.

"Papa and I do the races, but with the new baby.....they'll take my place," Santi whispers, and Carlos swears his heart stops as Charles takes a deep breath, unsure how to answer.

"Santi...you're me...you're Mi Vida. I promise to keep doing this with you when the new baby comes. No one..will take that away from us." Carlos promises as Santi stares at his Papa and nods his head.

"Papa?" Santi asks, making Carlos hum as he pats Charles back, who stands up next to his teammate.

"Can I take a nap now?" Carlos laughs and leans over, picking up his son.

"Yeah, Santi. You can nap now." Santi nods and lays his head on his father's shoulder before his cheeks puff out, and he falls asleep.

"He's asleep on you, man," Charles whispers, but Carlos waves him off.

"Let me enjoy this, man. He's growing up. Oh, did I tell you that he's got a crush on Kika?" Carlos asks as Charles busts out laughing. The two Ferrari drivers talking as Carlos holds his little baby close, soaking in this moment.

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deltaharrington · 1 year

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STUCK [SEASON 3 SPOILERS]

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Female!Pogue!Reader

WARNINGS: smut, heavy swearing, kidnapping, obx3 SPOILERS

SUMMARY: You were separated from your ex, Rafe, after falling off the Costal Adventure. The Pogues took you in as one of their own. You and Rafe meet again when you’re kidnapped by Singh.

Muffled screams were heard from the hallways as you were dragged to an unfamiliar room.

How did you get here? That was a long story?

A month prior, Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend at the time, had somehow convinced you to run away with him and his family.

You had no idea what he was capable of back then.

When you found out that he helped steal a cross that wasn’t his, and that he tried to kill his own sister, things felt different.

You couldn’t deny that you were in love with him though. It was hard for you to grasp the fact that he wasn’t a good person.

So, you did the thing anyone would have done. You helped Sarah escape.

When both John B and Sarah insisted you came with them, you wasted no time jumping off of the boat.

Rafe nearly shot at the small boat you escaped in. He was expecting you to be on it. Y/n. His Y/n was a Pogue.

Here you were now, kidnapped by Carlos Singh. He had you for a couple of days, claiming he was waiting on something before he could tell you what he wanted.

A large door opened and you were practically thrown into the room, your body slamming against another.

“What the-?” The voice above you spoke. It sounded familiar, and that scared you.

“Y/n? Oh my god!” The voice said, worried. You looked up and we’re met with none other than Rafe Cameron.

He wasted no time, ripping the cloth gag from your lips. At that you scrambled to get away from him, tripping and falling to the floor.

“Rafe? I knew you were apart of this!” You said and the Kook boy tried to reach for you. You tried to wiggle away, but your hands were still tied.

Rafe helped you up, cupping your face in his hands. He was happy to see you. He assumed you got kidnapped by the Pogues, he never knew you went willingly.

“I’ve been trying to find you, sweetheart” He said and your chest rose and fell with anger. He didn’t notice, he was too caught up with the fact that you had survived.

“You won’t have to go with those Pogues again, you’re safe now” Rafe rambled and you shook your head, about to argue.

“I knew this reunion would cause sparks” Singh’s voice from the opening room.

“What do you want from me?” You said and he waved you into the other room. You yanked yourself from Rafe’s grip and you walked into the room, sitting down on a couch.

Rafe followed and sat next to you.

Singh went on a rant about El Dorado and all you could think about was how close Rafe was to you. You hadn’t seen him in a month, and you were sure you had gotten over him.

Now that he was in front of you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Well, maybe that was because he was fiddling with the ties that bound your hands together.

“What do you want from me?” You asked Singh and he smiled.

“Your friends, they have a diary” He went on and it clicked for you. They had told you about a diary. Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“I don’t…I don’t know anything about a diary” You said and those words landed you right back in a locked room.

“Y/n, baby, you have to talk to me” Rafe pled, kneeling down in front of your sitting figure. You had finally wiggled your way out of the zip ties that had bound your wrists, and now you were placed on the bed.

“Rafe, I really don’t know what there is to talk about” You said and he looked confused, hurt even.

“You, me, you getting napped by the Pogues? That’s what we can talk about” He said and stood up, pacing.

This was it, you had to tell him.

“I didn’t get kidnapped, Rafe” You said and he stopped, looking towards you “I left with them myself” You added and his eyes widened.

“Why- Why would you do that?” He said and you sighed.

“You killed Peterkin, tried to kill your sister, and you lied to me!” You said “I couldn’t be around you, I was scared, Rafe!” You said and he looked shattered.

“You know I’d never hurt you, Y/n” Rafe said and you shook your head.

“I don’t know that, I didn’t” You said and he moved closer, grabbing your hands to hold in his.

“You never ended things properly, so we’re still together” Rafe said, his eyes tearing up “Y-You’re still mine, baby please” He begged and you shook your head, your eyes becoming teary as well.

“Rafe, we can’t” You said and he reached up towards four face, cupping it “Please don’t do this, not now.” You added and he shook his head, leaning in towards you.

When he kissed you, you felt like your world fell into place. You hated that feeling, but you craved it more than anything.

You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, letting him lean in further to pin you to the bed. He hadn’t seen you in a month, and he longed to feel you in his arms again.

Upon realizing what you were doing, you pulled away, shaking your head “Rafe” You whispered, his thumb trailing across your bottom lip.

“Please, I know you want this just as much as me” Rafe said “I love you, so much” He said and you felt your heart nearly explode.

“I love you too” You whispered and he smiled, letting his thumb caress your cheek.

“There’s my girl” Rafe whispered, pressing his lips against yours again. This time you gave in, missing his touch.

Rafe moved between your legs, pulling you flesh against his hard-on.

“Feel that?” He asked and you nodded “All because of you baby” He whispered and looked down at you. “Haven’t had any in a month” He said “I’ve been waiting on you, only to hear that you left me?” He said and you shook your head.

“That’s right, I’ll have to show you just how pent up I’ve been” He said and you looked up at him, trying to pull him closer.

“Please, Rafe” You begged “I need you, now.” You said and that was all he needed.

Within mere seconds, your clothes were on the floor, Rafe prodding your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Rafe” You begged and that was enough for him, the blonde sliding all the way inside of you, his hips touching yours.

Your back arched at the familiar fullness you felt, a moan left your lips as he attacked your neck, littering it with hickeys.

You both had forgotten the situation you were in, only worried about each other.

Soft moans and the sound of hips meeting filled the room, Rafe moving fast to make you have the best orgasm of your life.

“Rafe! M’already close!” You gasped out and he nodded, a smirk on his face.

“Me too baby, I fuckin’ missed you” He said finally giving you permission to cum.

At his command, you turned into putty, your legs shaking, as you clenched around him, milking his cock.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck after he came, your labored breaths filling the room. It didn’t take too long for you to come down and calm down, slipping under the covers to hide your exposed body.

“We need to get out of here” Rafe spoke softly “You’re mine”

END.

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itaipava · 4 months

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— domestic mornings with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

waking up around the same time. sleepily tugging and poking at each other until one relents and turns over to switch the alarm off. him talking about how you both have so many things to do and should get up soon, but holding you tighter and refusing to let go. doing your own morning routines at your own pace. exchanging playful grins and teasing words when you pass by each other. music playing in the background. random little duets or dance-offs in the living room before going “okay, stop, we don’t have time.” occasionally bickering when he blasts loud his favorite songs, disturbing the peaceful morning. always remembering to give each other ‘have a good day’ kiss and saying ‘i love you’.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

actually waking up early but spending about an hour in bed, being lazy together. very playful and light-hearted mornings. lightly kicking or pushing each other and accusing the other of stealing the covers or taking up all the space. ruffling each other’s hair to mess it up even more. changing cuddling positions every minute. watching tiktok or youtube videos while leaning against his chest. fighting about who showers first so that the other gets extra minutes of time to be lazy on bed; eventually deciding to settle it like adults — by playing rock-paper-scissors.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

waking up to the smell of breakfast that he’s making. making your way into the kitchen and giving him a back hug while he cooks. ending up having a short nap against his back. him intentionally leaning his head backwards to lightly bump your head with the back of his head when he knows you’ve fallen asleep. small talks in the kitchen while listening to jazz. eating breakfast together; him giving you more from his plate when you seem like you’re enjoying the food. more chitchat about your day ahead. the kitchen and the little breakfast nook being your bonding place in the morning; afterwards, doing your own things, the atmosphere soft, peaceful, and filled with blissful quietness.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

him setting the alarm on vibration mode so as not to disturb your sleep. him pressing a soft kiss on your forehead or shoulder before beginnning to move away, and you gently reaching for his hand, still half asleep, before letting him go. sending each other texts even though you’re in the same house/apartment. him coming back into the room with a cup of freshly-brewed coffee for you. reminding each other things throughout the morning: “did you take your vitamins?” “don’t forget it’s going to rain later!” “i put the extra charger in your bag.”

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

him waking up earlier and making sure to adjust the covers over you so that you’re warm. waking up to the sound of him returning home from a jog or gym. him greeting you with a ‘good morning, baby’ and a quick kiss on top of your head. taking a shower together. having really good talks in the shower while rubbing each other’s backs with lather and getting carried away before realizing that you’re going to be late, so now you’re hurriedly rinsing yourselves. him offering you a towel first and instinctively holding your hand so that you don’t slip while getting out of the shower. quick but lingering little nose rubs before leaving the house, already looking forward to coming home to each other.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

taking turns to snooze the blaring alarm at least six times before even considering waking up. him reaching out to cuddle you closer, telling himself it’s just for five more minutes, but dozing off again as soon as he’s comfortable with you in his arms. soft, languid kisses on each other’s bodies. sleepy ‘i love you’s.’ offering suggestions when you’re having trouble picking outfits. helping each other with zippers and buttons while dressing.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

being naturally in sync in the morning. waking up together to the sound of the alarm set for you both. him giving you a one-handed neck massage when you sit side-by-side on the bed, while also trying to shake his own sleepiness away. making the bed together and both plopping on the freshly-made bed for one last brief morning cuddle and kiss before really getting up. brushing teeth together and making funny faces at each other in the mirror. then proceeding to bicker about whose turn it is to do the dishes or laundry for the day.

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theemporium · 6 months

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🧸with Carlos please where his daughter brings home a cat (we all know how he feels about cats), but he becomes the definition of “dad who doesn’t want a cat but loves the cat more than anyone in the house”

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“ARABELLA!”

A soft giggle could be heard before the sound of footsteps pattering towards the living room could be heard. It took less than thirty seconds before his daughter showed up in front of him, the look of pure innocence on her face as she looked up at him.

“Yes, Daddy?”

Carlos shot his daughter a look before pointing at the ball of orange fur sitting on the couch—on his spot on the couch. “What is that?”

“It’s a cat, Daddy,” Arabella said with a small giggle, like she couldn’t believe her father was actually asking. “The one that goes meow.”

“Yes, I—” He took a deep breath, shaking his head. “What is it doing in the house?”

“He was alone,” Arabella said, her lips turning downwards into a pout and he could already feel his walls crumbling at the sight. “Mummy helped me give him a bath! He’s clean, I promise.”

“Did she now?” Carlos grumbled as he placed his hands on his hips, glaring at the small orange cat like that alone would make him disappear. “He can’t stay. We have to find him a new home.”

Arabella pouted. “But—”

“No buts,” Carlos shook his head. “We will find him a loving home, mi princesa, but he cannot stay with us.”

And Carlos had planned to stay adamant on the matter. He wasn’t a cat man. He didn’t like them. He didn’t see the appeal in them. They weren’t as friendly or social or loving as dogs. They were far from a man’s best friend, more like a man’s slightly temperamental roommate. He was not a cat man and he refused to house that cat in his house longer than he needed to.

However, finding the cat a loving home without putting it in a shelter seemed more difficult than he assumed. Days would pass, and the orange cat—now named Chilli, ironically enough—was overstaying his visit. He learnt to co-exist with the creature, but he refused to interact with it unless it was needed.

Or at least, that was what he told you.

He had complained about Chilli every night before bed. He would talk about all the annoying things he had done. He told you about all the ways the cat inconvenienced him. But if anything, it seemed like he was trying to convince himself that he hated the cat with the amount of pictures on his phone.

And then you had returned home after picking up Arabella from school to see the sight in front of you.

“Mama,” the young girl tugged on your sleeve and excitedly pointed at the couch. “Look at Daddy and Chilli!”

You snorted, already reaching for your phone. “I can see them, honey.”

“Ay,” Carlos grumbled, one hand raised to cover his face whilst the other rested on the back of Chilli. “What’s all the noise?”

“Are we ruining your cat nap?” You teased, watching as the boy’s eyes snapped open to stare at the sleeping cat on his chest before they shut again.

“This means nothing,” he told you.

“Uh huh.”

“I mean it,” Carlos continued.

“Right.”

“It just happened,” he assured you.

“If you say so. But there is another family looking—”

“No.”

You raised your brows. “No?”

“Chilli is a Sainz now. Even if he is annoying,” Carlos muttered before biting back a yawn. “Now let us sleep in peace, please.”

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fangirl-dot-com · 6 months

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Head cannons/Quick facts about You! :)

(most of these are going to be for the future, but a few are generalizations)

You are 20 years old – making you the youngest on the grid

Like almost ALL characters, you do not have a good relationship with your parents

Christian and Gerri will step in :)

Only child, but it doesn’t show much

Fairly quiet

Especially in the first few weeks of being on the grid

Everyone thinks that you might not like them, while you think that they might not like you

Out of everyone, Logan is the first to get you to crack

Then comes Oscar, because you know, codependency of Loscar is real

And then Lando, because if someone can befriend Oscar, he can befriend you (you accidentally ran him over one time trying to get on an elevator before you actually met him for real)

And then Alex because of Logan (also you adored his animals)

Max has surprisingly always liked you – being teammates and all

It really started after the Christmas video posted by Red Bull that helped you two become friends

He felt like he needed to look after you

Charles always watched you from a distance

You were his brother’s best friend…he felt a need to make sure you were ok

Not a surprise, you and Fernando bonded over plants – you accidentally interrupted his quiet time on a roof before media day because you wanted to water the flowers (after that, you started calling him grandpa Nando – you’re the only one allowed to do that)

Lewis’s and George’s friendship came at a weird time

You had accidentally gotten locked out of your car one time late after the race had ended

Coincidentally, you three were staying at the same hotel and they offered you a ride

Let’s just say, mischief happened and you had a whining Lando the next day (since he missed out on the fun with his fellow Brits)

The rest of the grid are just all really soft for you

You claim to be Daniel’s favorite (which you are)

He promises to take you to his farm the next time he goes

You’ve always wanted to pet a kangaroo

Yuki always brings you whatever food he’s recently cooked up

But, You definitely laugh the most around Lando

Because of his childlike nature and your more stone faced, shy personality, you took the role of the “older sibling”

But, Lando puts on the big brother approach whenever someone bothers you (PSA – all of the drivers do)

They get really jealous when Ollie or Arthur come to visit because suddenly all of your attention is on them and not the grid

Now, the WAGS absolutely adore you

They treat you like a little sister

You need advice? They will help

Need a dress for whatever reason? They will all pull up

You really bond with Lily

Lando likes to drag you to play gold with Carlos and Alex

And most of the time, Alex will bring Lily

So you definitely see her more than the rest

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH LIGHTNING MCQUEEN

YOU HAVE AN LIGHTNING MCQUEEN HELMET

AND THE CROCS

AND A BACKPACK

Life is a Highway is your walkup song – there is none other

You and Lando start to take naps everywhere

Christian often has to ask Max to go find you – since you seem to disappear when you go take a nap

In true chaotic gen-z fashion, your first dnf was pretty bad

Your left back wheel had gotten clipped on a curb and you went sliding, ultimately rolling over a couple of times

You were fine, but the guys panicked

All they knew was that a Red Bull had flipped, and Max was standing with them in the pit lane

So using their amazing deductive skills, they knew it was you

The next race, you showed up with them around you in a protective circle

The boys joked in interviews that you’d have shown up in bubble wrap if you had let them

The first inkling they had that your relationship with your parents wasn’t the best was at the newly instituted Parent’s Day Dinner that the teams had set up

Everyone was surrounded by their parents

But, there were two empty seats around you

You wanted to leave, but Max secretly had texted Christian and Geri

You BEST know they showed up in best dress

Tears might have been shed

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russellsppttemplates · 4 days

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Omg I love all your work! 🫶🏼

Can you do Fraser and Clara maybe they are dating and nobody know and Carlos catch them in her room and call Lando?

Im so sorry if my English is bad, is not my first language!

Note: thank you 🫶 don't worry about it, english isn't my first language either!

The Norris family had joined you for a family vacation, everyone travelling directly to Mallorca after the race.

"My sunburn from yesterday is still quite red, I'm going to my room and read there today", Clara reasoned as she saw everyone else get ready to hang out by the pool.

"That's smart, cariño, do you want me to reapply the cream?", you asked, wanting to make sure she was being diligent about it.

"I can do it myself - if I twist my arm like this, I can get there", your daughter exemplified before heading upstairs.

Everyone else seemed to enjoy the time by the pool, you choosing to swim instead of just sitting around until you felt something snap, "Oh! Crap!", you hissed, holding the top of your bikini to your chest as one of the straps ripped from the band around your back.

"Is everything alright?", Matilda asked you, brushing her wet hair away from her face.

"Yes, just my top strap ripped, I need to get a new one", you said as you stepped out of the pool, Carlos helping you with a towell, "Actually, amor, can you get it for me, please? I'll just get the floors wet and then someone will fall", you asked your husband.

Carlos nodded, kissing your cheek and heading up to your room. On his way there, he noticed Clara's bedroom door was open and he took a peek inside, seeing his daughter cuddled up to his friend's son. Clara's head laid on Fraser's chest, the teenagers taking a nap as Carlos recognised his daughter's book on the Norris boy's hand, his thumb marking the page.

Walking to the hallway's balcony, he waved Lando over, calling him to join him upstairs.

"Do you want me to help you look through your wife's swimwear? I'm not sure how comfortable I fe-oh! Oh", he gasped as he noticed his son cuddled up with Clara.

"Do you think they're together?", Carlos whispered.

"Wouldn't you be together to do something like that?", Lando mused as he watched his son's protective hold on who he assumed was his girlfriend.

"We have to tell the wives", Carlos said as they walked downstairs.

"Damn it", Lando muttered under his breath, "I have to tell my wife she was right about this", he tsked, receiving a raised brow from Carlos, "she has been saying that they're dating for a couple of weeks now".

"Happy wife, happy life", Carlos patted his back, "you have to tell her she was right".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#carlos sainz blurb #lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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vivwritesfics · 2 months

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Hey it is almost my birthday and I was wondering if you could possibly write a birthday blurb for nnta?

happy birthday love! I hope im not too late with this one

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"Happy birthday, mi amante," said Carlos as he rolled ever in bed and pulled his wife closer. She didn't say anything in response, just groaned and shuffled closer.

Carlos rolled on top of her. "Oh, my pretty little wife," he said as he held himself above her. Dipping down he kissed her lips and she wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let him go.

He pushed her hair away from her face and she playfully nipped at his fingers. "What would my pretty little wife like to do on her birthday?" He asked as he sat straighter.

Stretching her arms up, Y/N let out a groan. "Can we take Oscar to the beach?" She asked and Carlos nodded his head.

"We can do whatever you'd like."

They had a slow, lazy breakfast as the nanny got little Oscar ready for a day at the beach. Carlos tried his hands at cooking. He made her pancakes and served them up with a kiss.

With as much protection as they could take, Carlos and Y/N set off to the beach with baby Oscar in a baby carrier. Carlos drove, with a second car following along with all of their protection inside.

As soon as they arrived at the beach, Carlos set up a blanket. Y/N sat down with Oscar in her lap and began applying sunscreen, making sure he was well protected. "Your daddy and I are gonna take you swimming today," she said to Oscar.

While she fussed over Oscar, Carlos pulled his phone out of his swimming shorts and strode across the beach with it pressed to his ear. "Madre, ¿estás organizando la fiesta?" Carlos asked down the phone. (Mum, are you organising the party?)

"Lando llega en media hora. Asegúrate de llevarla a casa al menos media hora después," his mother replied. (Lando arrives in half an hour. Make sure you bring her home at least half an hour later)

So, they spent their day at the beach, just the three of them (and the security team watching their every move). Carlos and Y/N took Oscar into the ocean, where he shrieked and clapped at the waves and the cold water.

"That's my big brave boy," Carlos said as he took Oscar from his mothers arms. He took him into the water, bouncing him with the waves.

After an hour at the beach, Carlos drove them home. Y/N didn't mind leaving early, it was Oscar's nap time anyway.

Before they left the beach Carlos texted his mother. The party guests hid themselves away, allowing Y/N to put Oscar down for his nap and get changed into something more casual, something that wasn't for the beach.

Carlos didn't hide away from the rest of the guests. He followed Y/N upstairs and changed from his swimming trunks to a suit. "Have you got a business meeting, my love?" She asked him as she watched him straighten his tie.

"I'll meet you downstairs Estimada," he said and walked out of the room.

Y/N quickly dried her hair, brushed through it. Dressed in her casual clothes, she headed down the stairs.

"SURPRISE!"

She was on the bottom step when the lights turned on and everybody popped out from their hiding places. Her mother in law was there with Carlos's sisters. Max and Charles were hiding together, pointed party hats on their heads. But, most importantly, Lando was there. He grinned at his sister, his arm wrapped around his new girlfriend.

"Happy birthday, mi corazón," Carlos said as he strode towards her and pressed his lips to hers.

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12-seconds-to-live · 10 months

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Laniel.jpg and Charlotte

Pairing: DR3 x LN4 x F1 female driver

Warnings: none, just my happiness with Daniel and Lando

NICE AIRPORT - TERMINAL 1 @15:20

"You look cute today" I stop looking to my phone to look at Lando. Well, that's new

"You say it like it's weird of me using a dress"

"It is" He smiled

"I'm gonna ignore you from now on"

"It's not common, even when we go to parties you use jeans, so, I have a point"

"The real point here is that we are in the middle of the summer and if I put a raw egg on the floor it will cook"

"But what about the jet? It's going to be cold in there"

"I have my enchanté sweater" Lando made a loud gasp "It has cute peaches and it's purple"

"I sent you a full box of my merch last month, mean"

"Cry about it, Daniel thinks that I have a pretty face so everybody is going to see me in the new enchanté collection"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I asked him months ago, even I helped with the design of one of the pieces"

"Well, congratulations. You should look who's coming" I turn my head and a very smiley Daniel Ricciardo was walking to our direction

"You knew?"

"I invited him to flight with us, I know how important you were for him these moths away from racing so I..." I interrupted him with a hug and a kiss in the cheek

"You're the best, Norris" Lando didn't expect that reaction, now he can feel his cheeks burning

I got up and run to Daniel. After Silverstone, I decided to wait for Danny's test with Pirelli. After he finished a call from Helmut Marko was all we need to know that he got the seat for the rest of the season. Even if I have a good relationship with the australian, I organized a few days off with Lando, Max, Nyck, some frineds and myself to let Nyck know that we're his friends and friends support each other.

"It's been only a week, you know?" He said laughing

"I don't care, I'm happy. These past 7 months had been like going on a rollercoaster over and over again so, you know. Even if it's AlphaTauri, you have your way back home, you never left, you just have to travel the world over in search of what you need and then return to find it"

"I know Char and thank you for everything" His eyes got glossy so I hug him "Do you like my design?" He said ponting to his sweater

"No, it is..." I gasp

"Yes, kiddo. Tommorrow a million boys are going to see you wearing the new collection"

"Ha ha, funny, you know that I have my eyes on someone"

"Someone a bit brainless. Hey Lando, I guess you were waiting for me"

"Yeah, let's go"

Once in the airplane

"I have to say that this is a very important moment and pretty faces like yours should be able to broke the internet" I said taking Lando's camera and pinting to them "New wallpapers for your fans"

They looked at each other and start with their goofiness and well... I guess they really missed each other. Maybe Carlos and I have competition.

"We are pretty good looking guys, you know?" Daniel said with a smile on his face

"Even you could use us as your wallpaper" said Lando

"Good offer but nothing can beat my photo with Tom Holland" I said with a side smile and ready to take a nap before we arrive in Budapest

"When are you gonna tell her how you feel?" asked Daniel looking at Lando

"I don't know what are you talking about" he answer looking at the mirror

"Kids, always scared of love"

DRIVE TO SURVIVE EP.4 S.6 NICE GUYS ALWAYS COME BACK

"Hello Charlotte"

"Hi Netflix, can I have some tea? I been walking around doing interviews and stuff and I couldn't finish my lunch"

"Sure, mint?"

"Yes, please" I smile to the interviewer "We can't start, I'll wait for the tea"

"Ok, what were you doing when the news drop?"

"Oh, ha ha, I was with the main character. I can do anything, even work as emotional supporter, PR, car mechanic, you know" one member of the staff approached me with the cup of tea "Thank you"

"How do you feel about this?"

I made a pause thinking and trying not to burn my lips "I think that this a great moment to tell you what happen after Abu Dabi. Well, I sign my contract with McLaren, I was feeling bad about the decision, just for Danny and I spent the night with him and his girlfriend just talking and at some point we got more serious and I just told him and without knowing about Red Bull: What is a home if not the first place you learn yo run from?"

I smiled to the camera "Then he told me about the third driver offer and I felt different, by the time he leave in 2018 I guess that he felt that he was destroying everything and he just needed to slip quietly to the back door without causing to much noise and then not stop running. And maybe that was he needed more than what he really wanted, let go the feeling of wanted to go back and remember what you once had and what you once where "

"But then I told him that it's funny that the feeling of leave home and being far away make us wander our choices but for Danny is something else. He's back home and ready to no longer remember which tale of his past is true and which is an invention. Outside he's the same on the inside he's the same kid that leave Australia looking for a dream"

"I guess he's your favourite person between the drivers" asked the producer

"No, Daniel is my brother and I know he feels the same about me"

📍Budapest

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user1 ARE YOU KIDDING ME. STOP THIS CUTENESS

f1mia need a landan.jpg account plz

charlotterjones This is a piece of art ❤️

landonorris including the photographer danielricciardo our favourite girl

user2 "dude we’re getting the band back together״

user3 we missed daniel button --->

I got inspired! This little story is linked with my current story called (Un)Lost

Hope you like it!

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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☏ KITCHEN DEBRIEFING, cs55 voicemail blurb (f)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: carlos momentarily forgot that he was on his wife’s voicemail as he shared a conversation with his two sons, carlito and reuben.

content warning: dad!carlos x nameless!mom!reader, fluff, short blurb, carlos’ cooking catching strays from carlos the third, mentions of filipino + spanish food, this is literally just a voicemail message haha

note: i’m so convinced that carlos would have a son named carlos as well. this is kinda based off a character from my smau but well— she doesn’t have a baby yet, last time i checked. enjoy xx

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“hello, mi amor. i know you’re at work right now but i’m just calling to let you know that i’ve been a good papì so far— i mean you did tell me i am one but still—“

“papì,” a small voice next to the phone interrupted carlos’ voicemail monologue. “mira woke up.” the ferrari driver let out an audible sigh.

“ay, dios mio,” carlos muttered.

“papa, no she hasn’t!” another voice echoed in the kitchen as fizzles of a frying pan rung out. the person who exclaimed then said, “almira’s asleep. she just moved a little bit. don’t listen to reuben—“

“—but she moved, carlito!” the tiny voice, now identified as reuben, insisted. “papí she moved like this-“ fabrics shifted as the boy moved. “the little baby was like that.”

“i know, i know, benito,” carlos, the dad, shushed his youngest boy quietly. “but mira’s napping now. she’s only moving but everyone moves when they sleep. she’s only getting comfortable, remember? mamí was working hard to get almira to sleep before she went to work today?”

“yuh huh,” reuben mumbled.

“and papì managed to get mira to sleep now,” carlos told reuben. “so that means that papì can cook your dinner. how does that sound?”

“ooh- papa, what are you making?” the eldest boy, named carlos or ‘carlito’, asked with an intrigued tone. footsteps neared the phone as carlito let out a heavy sigh, “is it paella again, papa?”

“what? no,” carlos replied, almost baffled. “it’s pancit, bebe. and what’s wrong with paella, lito? you love papa’s paella.”

“mmm…sure i do, papa,” carlito hummed and teased.

“okay, mr. sainz. can you cook?” carlos raised a brow at his son.

“no but at least i don’t need to cook paella every time!” carlito quipped before laughing and running off.

“oh you—“ carlos muttered and clicked his tongue. “silly boy.”

“i agree papì,” reuben replied, still standing next to the phone as he said, “i love your paella, papa. not like carlito— carlito is a silly boy.”

“you’re just as silly as him, benito,” carlos chuckled quietly. “thank goodness i love you two so much.”

“hm, papì?”

“yes?”

“can you please add more chicken to the pancit?” reuben requested. “por favor?”

“papaaaaa— almira woke up seriously this time!” carlito called out from another room, “i can see her moving in this— phone thingy!”

“oh my goodness,” a click of the stove turned off the whole thing as carlos’ mouth gaped open for a moment. “oh my goodness, benito.”

“wha- que?” reuben asked, his tiny voice still near the phone.

“i forgot i was calling your mamì— call me later when you can, mi amor— okay bye. say bye, ben.”

“bye mamì! te quiero!”

— beep —

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mirohlayo · 6 months

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CURLY HAIR | LN4

( you just love taking care of your boyfriend's curly hair. and no need to say that he secretly loves it too )

warning : none, fluff ?

note : idk how to warn my stuff it's kinda bad

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it was now around 9:30pm. you were laying on your bed, in your shared hotel room with your boyfriend lando. it was a very nice sunday, the mexico grand prix was absolutely amazing for you, but also for your favorite driver. after the mess and bad qualifying yesterday, he had to start from P17, but ended up P5 at the end of the race. in total, he passed 19 cars and gained 12 places. and you were of course so so proud of him, as were his fans and supporters. you also knew that lando was happy and have enjoyed the race.

after the race, you went directly to the hotel because you were tired. you have said to lando that you're going to nap, and obviously as you predicted, he made a big deal out of it and begged you to stay with him because he hasn't seen you in a while and just wanted to be near you and needed you. yeah, he was maybe a little needy. but that was actually quite adorable.

now you were waiting for him, scrolling on your phone's apps with the tv's sound in the background. he went to a party with some of his friends, carlos being one of them, but told you that he will stay for like an hour and then come as quick as possible to you because he "don't want to stay at the party while his baby is waiting for him". and also he just missed you like crazy, even though the last time you saw each other was like 4 hours ago, him hugging you close after the race.

you were buzy watching a video when a notification suddenly appeared on your screen. it was some texts from your boyfriend :

from lando 🧡

- baby i miss you :((

the party so boring without you

i'm coming don't worry 🚙🚙

here in like 10min

i love youuuu ❤️

so so much -

now you were giggling. maybe he was doing too much but oh god you loved to receive texts like that from him. it just shows you how much he loves you with all of his being and heart. and then the 10 minutes passed quickly, cause the sound of the keys in the lock indicated you that he was arrived.

you lifted up a bit, now sitting in the middle of the bed, blankets up to your pelvis.

- hello beautiful ! lando said as he laid eyes on you.

your big smile just melted his heart, because you looked so happy to see him. and you don't know how much he loves your smile. he took off his shoes and not even a second later he was already in your arms, his head in the crook of your neck. you laughed softly, you just found him adorable.

- i see the boy's feeling needy.

- missed you. a lot, he replied in a lazy tone.

you rubbed slowly his back, his arms tightening his grip on you. you were impossibly close to him, like there was no air between your two bodies. one of your hand started playing with his curls, and he just let himself go into the touch. he placed a quick kiss on your neck, and buried his head a little bit deeper. you could feel his breath tickling you.

- how was the party ?

- actually it was good, carlos and i had fun. but it is boring without you.

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, his curly hair barely touching your nose. that's when you noticed that his curls were a mess. they were tousled and undefined, like a pile of hair that hasn't been combed in a while. you frowned a little.

- your curls are a mess, y'know ?you said, rearranging as best as you can his hair.

- yeah, i know. due to the party, he answered, enjoying your soft touch that made him want to sleep.

- you want me to take care of your hair ? you asked him.

he raised his head to face you, a smile on his lips, as his eyes were sleepy.

- since it's so kindly asked, yeah.

you mirrored his smile and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

- but first you need to take a shower.

- no. he answered and quickly buried back his head into the crook of your neck. i don't want to leave you.

- lan please, you really need to shower, you said. you tried to push him gently, but instead he grabbed you even tighter, placing loads of quick lazy kisses on your neck. c'mon, i need to style your hair too

he growled and stopped kissing your neck.

- hmm... i love cuddling you. and just you actually. i think i'm feeling a bit clingy, he said softly, almost humming it.

you let escaped a soft laugh.

- indeed yes. also i think you really need to shower you sweaty dumbass

- okay i'm going now, he replied.

finally, he sighed and let you go out of his grip. he lifted up and, before disappearing inside the bathroom, he quickly kissed the corner of your mouth, dangerously close to your lips. you saw him rushing to the bathroom, giving you a big smile before closing the door.

you could now hear the sound of the dripping water, and decided to finish your video while he finishes washing. 10 minutes later, the sound of the water stopped and you heard him calling you.

- baby i have finish, you can come

you jumped out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom's door. you opened the door and oh- you were not expecting to see your boyfriend shirtless, just wearing a sweatpant. his damp curls was dropping drops of water, which wandered over his bare torso. damn. such a view, you thought.

- i can see you staring y/n you know

you see him grinned at you, a playful look taking over his face.

- if only you had had the good idea of putting a shirt, /b>you replied.

- well you don't like the view ?

- that's not what i've said

he laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing it softly.

- cuddling time is over, i need to get your hair done lando

- okay, i let my baby do her job

you rolled your eyes and bite back a smile, that of course you failed to hide. and that made him laughed, because he know you can't hide your smile when you're around him.

he lifted you up to make you sit on the wide edge of the two sinks behind you, so that you are at his height.

- can you pass me a towel please ? your hair needs to be dry

he nodded and gave you one the bathroom towels.

you started drying his hair, doing gentle circular movements. he rested his hands on your hips, rubbing them softly as he enjoyed your presence. you tried to focus on what you were doing, but you couldn't help it, your shirtless boyfriend and his soft touch were too much for you, and you finished by squishing his tiny cheeks. his face was just so cute, and you couldn't help but kiss his nose, then his forehead, then his cheeks.

- aye stop ! he said and laughed at your cuteness. god he just loves you so much, anything you're doing makes him even more in love with you. you were just his cute little baby, like he just enjoy so much your presence, all he wants is to be with you and cuddle you. and your smile, oh it melted his heart everytime.

- sorry, you're just too adorable for me, you grinned. and you could see a faint tip of blush on his cheeks.

now you applied some styling mousse in his hair, and your started define his curls, one by one. you took your time to style them, making sure they'll look pretty when it will be dry. his hands moved to you thighs, drawing small circles on them. he stared at you while you were styling his hair, admiring every details of your pretty face. he always look at you with heart eyes, like there's so much love and admiration into his eyes everytime he sees your face. he's never tired of it, this is probably one of his favorite things.

- i can also see you staring lan, you jokingly said, a smile on your lips.

- i can't help it, you're just so pretty love, he answered, hearts still anchored in his gaze.

you can felt yourself blush, and that makes your boyfriend smile even wider. too adorable, he thought.

- okay, i think i have finished ! you happily said, admiring lando's face and curls.

he wrapped his arms around your waist to put you down on the floor. when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, a big smile appeared on his face. you know he was happy with the result.

- i guess you missed your career, you should have been a hairdresser, he joked, and you gave him a blow to the ribs, which made him laugh even harder.

- just kidding baby, he said and kissed quickly the tip of your nose. now we can go back to cuddle in bed. and not let you go of my arms

- okay, sounds good, you replied in a smile.

and like that you guys ended up to cuddle in bed, lando holding you so close to him, his head resting on yours, kissing you here and there on your face. sometimes, he would rub your waist with his hand, the other playing with your hair or stroking your cheek. and of course a lazy smile constantly here on his face, as he enjoyed the form of the love of his life in his arms. secured and warm.

and the next day, he'll bring to his race team about how good his hair looks, and then praise his girlfriend's talent, just saying sweet words about her. he would never said it to you, but this is just one of his favorite things on earth, you taking care of his curls. and sometimes he ruffles his hair on purpose just so you can style it again. but of course, it is a secret. a big secret.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 lando norris #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine

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You can’t convince me that streetracer Lando isn’t a jealous man but not in a toxic way, more in a bratty want all your attention and cuddle way

A/N: Pancakes anyone?

"So then I whip the egg white?" You ask, having separated the egg whites and yolk, Carlos watching you closely. "Yes, very good," He bumps your hips together which makes you giggle. "Thanks, I've always wanted to learn to make pancakes, and Lando said you made the best. Isn't that right Lando?" You look up, smiling brightly at your boyfriend who has this neutral look on his face.

"Sure," He gives you a tight lip smile, and you far to happy don't notice the way that Lando kinda looks at Carlos. Carlos ignores it, knowing his little friend was jealous, but really Carlos would never make a move on you. "Carlos, help." You whine, worried your whipping the egg whites to much.

Laughing he jumps in to help you and Lando stands quickly and walks into the kitchen and presses himself up against you. You don't mind, knowing Lando can be touchy with those he loves, and boy he certainly loved you. "Can I help?" He asks you, ignoring the look Carlos gives him.

"Ehh? Lando you hate being in the kitchen, there's a reason Max and I are the ones that cook in this house," Carlos scuffs, teasingly ruffling Lando's curls who bats his hand away. "I'm almost done, Lando. Then I'll be yours," Leaning over you kiss Lando on the cheek who groans and moves closer hugging you. "Pay attention to me know, want to cuddle. Can't Carlos finish your pancakes?" Lando asks, keeping his glare down this time.

You huff and turn in his arms to face him as Lando pouts at you. "Lando, I'm learning to make these pancakes for us." Lando rolls his eyes at this and kisses your lips. "Just come cuddle me nowwwww," He whines and you swear he's going to be the death of you. Carlos sighs and takes over as Lando drags you away and into his room.

"Lando, I was trying to make pancakes," You groan, but Lando doesn't bother and pushes you on the bed and you let him lie ontop of you. Neither of you say anything as he just cuddles closer and smiles, at him winning your attention. "I know what you did," You whisper, playing with his hair. You feel him shrug his shoulders, not sure what you mean by that.

"You got jealous didn't you?" Lando doesn't reply and you smile and tug a little which has him groan. "Okay, fine, I didn't like him having your attention, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin you and Carlos making pancakes, you can go back if you like." Lando says, genially feeling bad. "No, it's okay, can we just nap?" You ask and Lando nods, pulling a blanket over you two.

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https://twitter.com/okx/status/1734571665856598395?t=UO-wCxt6mtwaCGmrFGqN-g&s=19

its interesting how oscar doesn't bring up his sprint win, almost like hes skirting around it but lando does it for him anyway (the slight wry smile after.. oh lando) like!! its painfully tender watching them try to navigate around each other like that. there's so much care

lfgasljgf oh god who was it said that Oscar emerged from a thousand year sleep when Lando turned to him to speak I still think of that

no seriously anon, tenderly navigating is so perfect. bc I was watching earlier McLaren content and like fr this is what landoscar so unique to me bc this kind of video w Daniel or Carlos would've been jokey and silly. but these are just two soft boys doing slow blinks at each other w their pretty eyelashes and their pretty faces being gentle and considerate of each other and it makes me want to stick my own foot directly in my fucking ear <3<3

the way Lando ducks his head and scratches his neck when he brings up Oscar's podium reminds me so much of how he'd graduated that to a wry smile when he mentioned it after Abu Dhabi

and idk Lando also brings up how things might change when they're fighting for race wins and championships w this nervousness (he even did that in the recent interview after announcing his new contract) and I feel like he's rly taken it upon himself as the more experienced one to worry about these things and kind of idk, get ahead of it? he's so anxious to keep that solid relationship and he knows the stakes are so much higher for him bc he's been waiting on wins longer. I think it's rly worth giving Lando that credit for putting so much into his 'senior' position in F1.

less angsty side note how cuddly does Oscar look in the OKX video and isn't it cruel he's not a naturally tactile person bc if I were Lando I'd be desperate to put my head on Oscar's warm chest and take a nap !!

#inchreplies #landoscar #inchidentallyanessay

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kiame-sama · 11 months

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I have a kinda wholesome request if you’re feeling up to it? How would your oc boys react after having a bad day seeing a cup of freshly brewed coffee plus cookies sitting at his desk? It also has a note that says “Hang in there! :)” from their lovely wife who was peacefully snoozing on the couch! I hope that would cheer up the oc boys!

Walter Woods;

- Walter has no idea what he did in his life to deserve you, but bless you and all you do for him. He can't put into words how much he adores you.

- Walter is a surgeon- one of the top surgeons in the country- and that means he literally holds lives in his hands. This puts some serious stress on the poor man and it isn't like the idea of having lives at stake puts him at any ease. Once he is out of one surgery, he is likely being called to the next. Some surgeries are routine and less than an hour, some take 12 hours or more to complete.

- Any ounce of kindness you give him means the world to him and he is so happy you think of him.

Evan Rothchester;

- Well, ain't you just the sweetest thing in the world? Evan finds it extremely endearing to find you thought of him and he will be joining you on the couch to cuddle and unwind.

- Evan lives with the constant threat of death always in the back of his mind and he can get fairly stressed with everything he has to deal with. The kindness you show him soothes him and truly gives him a genuine joy. He has always wanted a sweet lover to come back to at the end of the day and spend his evenings cuddling affectionately to unwind.

- Evan will be napping with you on the couch and he will be holding you tightly. If you wake up, he will hush you and tell you to go back to sleep while he holds you secure in his grasp.

Carlos Vargas;

- Carlos is ECSTATIC to see you were thinking of him. He will be taking pictures of you while you are asleep and he will coo over your sleeping form before he even touches the treats you give him.

- Odds are you are not alone on the couch and the ever loving house Serval- Mimis- will be lounging with you. Carlos thinks this is precious and will completely melt.

- He won't wake you, but he will sit and enjoy the coffee and cookies you prepared for him as he waits for you to wake up from your nap. The dogs will most likely wake you before he does, or the lions doing their afternoon roaring near sunset. He will greet you and kiss you affectionately when you do wake, thanking you for the kind gesture.

Jackson Locklear;

- He is going to cry happy tears. The kind of support and affection you give him will be enough to make him weep from joy at having you with him and caring so much about him. Truly, Jackson appreciates the gesture more than you will likely ever know.

- Jackson already holds you in very high regard because of you saving him from his loneliness and longing for a place in the world, he will only see the gesture as even more reason to obsess over you. He adores your kindness and he will savor every cookie and every sip of coffee he takes. If you ask, he will say he can taste the love you put into it in every morsel.

Orion Medici;

- Aww, Darling, how sweet of you! Orion is thrilled you took the time to think of him and prepare sweets for him, he finds it quite endearing.

- Orion was likely working on a new novel or editing chapters when his head started to hurt and his eyes began to strain. Stepping away when he is in full swing while writing is difficult for him, but if he knows you are ready and waiting for him to return he will likely be able to pull himself away faster. He thinks it is precious that you showed such thoughtful behavior towards him and took the time to do something nice for him.

Hahne Yamare;

- Wait... These are... For him?

- Hahne is used to being the one to do the nice things, not having nice things done for him. He will genuinely become a flustered mess when he sees the cute note and the prepared snack you placed for him. He thought it wasn't possible for him to adore you any more than he already did, yet here you were.

- Hahne appreciates the ever-living hell out of your sweet behavior and is thrilled that you think of him. He will try to repay the kindness however he can, even if it is something simple that helps you out.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #my oc #evan rothchester #hahne yamare #walter woods #carlos vargas #jackson locklear #orion medici

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theemporium · 3 months

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Mayve something cute wjere butterfly doesn't feel well but tries to hide it from Carlos to not worry him? And poor boy gets all worried.

enjoy some wee pre-marriage carlos and butterfly! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

As it would turn out, hiding how you felt from your boyfriend wasn’t easy when you worked for the same team.

Usually, it was a blessing. When you started working full-time with Ferrari and travelling the world with them, any hope of having a normal relationship went out the window with your weird hours and constant travelling around the world.

But then Carlos happened. And it was like the universe worked in some weird ways to give you the most perfect person who would understand your schedule because his was even more hectic.

Yet, it only made it worse in moments like this. Carlos was a driver, and not just a driver but also for one of the top teams. He couldn’t afford to get sick, not when they were actually having a good season for once. You couldn’t afford to be the one to get him sick even if every part of you wanted to just be held by him, you couldn’t let yourself be selfish.

When you flew in with him, it was nothing more than a headache you thought would pass with time and a nap. But when you woke up from the nap a few hours later feeling like you had been hit by a bus, you knew exactly how shit you were going to feel for the next few days and you knew you needed to keep him away from you.

However, Carlos was a smart man. A beautiful, stubborn, smart man who worked out pretty fast that you were ignoring him when you didn’t come to his room on Wednesday night. And again when you went out of your way to rush off in between media duties. And again when you avoided his message to meet in his driver room in between conferences.

But you couldn’t afford to get him sick. And you couldn’t afford for him to know you were sick, so you trusted only the people you knew wouldn’t tell him (aka just yourself).

Although, what you failed to think about was the fact that your colleagues wouldn’t hesitate to slip where you were hiding when your boyfriend asked.

“You’re ignoring me.”

Your head snapped up at his voice, a small wince leaving your lips from the sudden movement. You sat up a little, though the little corner in the Ferrari hospitality wasn’t doing much when you were sitting on the floor with your laptop balanced on your lap.

“I’m not,” you responded weakly, only for Carlos to give you a look.

He opened his mouth like he was about to say something else, only to pause when he really took you in. The pale expression, the dark circles under your eyes, the red tip of your nose and chapped lips. You barely had a chance to react before he was kneeling in front of you, your face engulfed by his large hands as he frowned.

“Mi mariposa,” he murmured with a sad look on his face. “Why did you not tell me you were sick?”

“Because you can’t be near me right now,” you said as your fingers wrapped around his wrist, attempting to pull him away from you but it was useless. “Carlos, you can’t afford to get sick. Racing is your life and if you couldn’t do it because I got you sick—”

“Mi amor,” he interrupted, though his voice was soft and soothing as his thumbs traced over the apples of your cheek. “Racing is my life but you are my everything. Let me take care of you.”

“Carlos,” you said with a sigh, but he cracked a smile when he knew your resolve was breaking.

“C’mon,” he ushered as he reached for your laptop in one hand and held out the other for you to reach for. “I promise not to kiss you but at least rest in my room whilst I have a debrief with the team. I won’t let my girl sit on the floor like this.”

Your cheeks burned but you nodded, burying your face against his bicep when he chuckled a little.

“Thank you,” you murmured softly.

“Always, mi mariposa, always.”

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