please imessages part 5 i love it😁😁
pairing: genz!driver x charles, lando, danny, fernando, sebastian, lewis, alex, carlos, max
summary: our beloved genz!driver tried out a tiktok trend on the drivers
warnings: mentions of pregnancy
note: i finally did a pt. 5, yay me
pairing: lando norris x the genz!driver
summary: y/n asked lando, if they’d be best friends in every universe
word count: 500
warnings: none
note: a little drabble about the current tiktok trend :)
the heat of the qatar race alongside her period proved to be much more than she can handle; although she doesn’t tell anybody that
pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, alex albon x fem!driver, carlos sainz x fem!driver, charles leclerc x fem!driver
warnings: mentions of period, not feeling well
notes: hi i told u we're back to regularly scheduled fem!driver content... although, i do have a plan for something else later tonight! i also seem to be getting over my writer's block, sOOO WE SHOULD BE GOOD TO GO WITH THE REST OF MY FICS
also, i'm very curious where u guys think i'm from because i'm awake at the most ludicrous of hours answering asks and messages so like idk
"Once we even found Tim Shepard, leader of the Shepard gang and far from his own turf, reading the morning paper in the armchair. He merely looked up, said "Hi," and strolled out without staying for breakfast."
Guys I don't think you understand how often I think about this line from when Pony is explaining why they leave their door unlocked at night, if only because its so...almost out of place? It makes sense for Dally and Steve and Johnny to crash on the Curtis' couch, but Tim Shepard? Even Pony notes its odd. I just think about it. What was Tim doing so far from his own turf? What happened that he was desperate enough to crash at the curtis'? How did he know their door would be unlocked? Maybe Dally had let it slip once when they were hanging out, who knows. Were Angela and Curly worried about him? Why'd he bother to read the paper but not stay for breakfast? I get not wanting to intrude further or take food from the Curtis' when he knows they're struggling- but why the paper? Was he looking for something, wondering if a crime he'd committed was reported? Was it a way to calm himself down? Then there's the obvious parallel to Darry- Tim is sitting in Darry's armchair, reading Darry's paper, a setting and behaviour used over and over in the book to signify responsibility and male authority- but in this moment, far from his own turf, Tim is far from authoritative and more a wounded animal. From the way the passage is phrased it sounds like maybe Pony was the first one up and no one else saw Tim that morning, but perhaps he'd appeared sometime after Pony went to bed but maybe before Soda or Darry did, which opens up a whole other line of questioning. What was Tim there to do/talk/about sort out with Darry and Soda? Maybe he was JUST there to see Darry. We know those two are on friendly terms- maybe friendlier terms than Pony as the narrator or Tulsa as a whole is aware of. Maybe TIm being there wasn't for some dark reason and instead because he accidentally spent the night when he and Darry were 'hanging out' (Tarry nation I see you and I know why you ship them). That said, in that scenario he probably wouldn't be spending the night on the couch. Then again, Pony only thinks he slept on the couch- canonically we only see him in the armchair, we don't actually know where he slept. Maybe it had nothing to do with Darry. Maybe Tim got tossed out the way Steve usually does and his usual haunts wouldn't take him in for the night. Maybe he was on the run. Maybe he was trying to lie low. We don't know WE WILL NEVER KNOW and it kills me I'm so curious, I've been curious for years, WHAT WAS HE DOING THAT NIGHT, WHY DID HE CRASH THERE did it ever happen before or since and he was just sneakier about it I DON'T KNOW
not to slip in my SICK PURLY/TIM AND PONY BFF THOUGHTS👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽
but in the movie he did exactly that and i like to imagine part of the reason why he was even there was bc he wanted to check up in pony to see how he was doing cause he does like to catch up on what ponys doin from time to time 1) bc he seems like a pretty chill lil guy and 2) since at this point curly was in the reformatory and he tooottalllyyyy doesnt know about his younger brothers small crush in the guy, he was just gonna talk to curly about what happened to pony and update him on how hes doin on his next visit to the reformatory :P
Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: you find your teammate drunk at a bar and help him out
Warnings: drinking
Word count: 1.7k
You were sitting on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media when a notification caught your eye. Your teammate's name, Lando Norris, was lighting up the screen so naturally you clicked on it, wondering what could have occurred in the few hours you’d last seen him.
You both went out for some drinks, along with some of the Mclaren engineers, but you’d left early and assumed your co-workers had the ability to get home safely themselves. Apparently you’d assumed wrong.
Your eyes widened as videos and pictures of Lando Norris filled your screen, all from the bar you’d left tonight. They consisted of a very drunk Lando dancing and cheering, taking shot after shot and drinking with strangers.
You nearly swore to yourself, sitting upright and looking at the media with more interest. His PR managers were probably going crazy, obviously unable to get into contact with him in this state but worrying actually going there was too inappropriate.
You winced at the outpour of damaging videos and photos. You knew your teammate would regret this in the morning, and you felt bad simply letting this happen. But could you go back to the bar and stop him? You’d only known Lando a few months, what with being a rookie, and though you were friendly with one another you didn’t have an extremely close relationship. Would picking him up from a bar cross an invisible line between you two? Would it be inappropriate?
You couldn’t very well leave him to his foolery though, because even now Lando would be facing a very long and arduous meeting with his PR managers as a best case scenario. If you let this go on, you’d hate to imagine what the worst case scenario could become.
With a sigh you got up, throwing on your jumper and grabbing your keys. Even if you were risking your relationship with Lando, you figured it would be better than letting his career possibly get destroyed. Who knew what he’d do when he was wasted?
You spent the short drive to the bar planning what you were going to say, because even though you’d decided the best course of action was to do this didn’t mean you weren’t nervous about it. When you arrived you parked your car and took a deep breath, feeling jittery, before leaving it and entering the bar.
Immediately there were cheers and loud exclamations, people pointing to you and laughing excitedly. No doubt many of them thought you were there to join the fun, to get as wasted as Lando and give everyone a show. Unfortunately for them you were here to do the responsible thing, and your eyes scanned the club for the other Mclaren driver.
You found him on a table, dancing and twisting, drink in hand and spilling it all over the floor and himself. His shirt was skewed to the side, as if he’d tried to take it off but gave up halfway, showing a great deal of neck and stomach.
Lando Norris had always had a wild streak, but partnered up with alcohol was a whole different story. Even knowing of his sometimes crazed behaviour, you hadn’t expected this. Suddenly your job seemed a whole lot harder than you originally thought.
Taking another deep breath you pushed through the crowd, murmuring excuses and apologies as you made your way to the front of the mob surrounding Lando, or more specifically the table he was on. More people gasped and pointed, their not so subtle whispers travelling around the room.
You ignored all of it, looking up at Lando with a determined expression. “Lando.”
At first he didn’t hear you and continued dancing, much to your embarrassment as the people around you laughed. You frowned and raised your voice, repeating your teammates name.
This time he did hear you, his head whipping around to find you before eventually his gaze found yours. A wide grin split over his face and he stopped his dancing, all attention zeroed on you. You tried not to squirm knowing most of the bars’ attention was on you too.
“Y/n,” he greeted breathlessly.
His drink splashed even more as he clambered down from the table, falling slightly. You gasped and moved forwards, hands on his chest to steady him. Lando’s grin widened. “What are you doing here?”
You couldn’t help but smile back, what with Lando seeming as happy as a puppy to see you. “I’m here to take you home.”
A confused frown made its way onto Lando’s face. “Home? But why?”
You almost laughed at his naivety. Lando was quite cute when he was drunk. “Because you’re kind of wasted, and it would be the smart move to go home.”
Lando’s frown deepened, lines wrinkling his forehead. “But there’s so much more to drink!”
You almost snorted. “Yep. We are definitely going home.”
Lando’s eyes brightened. “We?”
“Well I don’t expect you can get there yourself right now, can you?” you asked teasingly.
Lando smiled ruefully, aware of his intoxication even in his current state. “I guess I can go if you’re taking me.”
You rolled your eyes but something inside you fluttered, spreading warmth across your entire body. You let Lando stumble into you, putting his arm over your shoulder to balance him as you wrapped your arm around his waist. Feeling him flush against your side increased the flutters- you had never been this close to Lando since knowing him- but you ignored it and started walking back to your car with him.
There were a few heckles and disappointed shouts, people wanting you to continue the show not stop it but you ignored it, walking forwards, and Lando obediently followed suit.
You made it out of the club, ignoring the people’s jeers on your way out, and walked to your car. Lando turned and looked at you expectantly.
You raised your eyebrows. “What?”
“Can I have the keys?”
You laughed out loud this time. “No way you are driving.”
Lando pouted- actually pouted- and crossed his arms like a five year old. “Then I’m not getting in the car.”
You rolled your eyes at his antics but were surprisingly not annoyed by it or him. Something about him just made it all amusing, endearing even.
“If you get in the car I’ll take you to my place.”
Lando was already getting in the car before you could blink. You grinned and got into the driver’s seat, that warm fuzzy feeling returning. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do with it so you just let it sit there, slowly enveloping you until you couldn’t help but glance at the man sitting next to you every few minutes, eyes tracing his face.
“I’m blind not drunk you know,” Lando said with a shit eating grin.
You started, glancing at him again before back at the road. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen your sneaky glances,” he teased. “You’re soooooo obsessed with me.”
You flushed, letting out an awkward laugh, keeping your eyes trained on the road. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Lando.”
Lando continued on like you hadn’t spoken. “But it’s okay because I'm obsessed with you too. Like, it’s not even funny how much I think about you. You’re a menace, you know that? I mean crawling into my head like that and staying there? Not very polite of you.”
You didn’t even know what to say in response to Lando’s rambling. You were smiling, your cheeks almost hurting from how hard you were but you couldn't stop. Lando just accidentally confessed his feelings for you and, well, it turned out to be a good night.
Lando seemed content to keep talking, though he did stray from the topic of his feelings for you to… whatever was going on in his brain. You were listening to him but even so it was hard to keep track of how fast he hopped from one topic to another, his mind a constant stream of thoughts and whims.
When you got to your house Lando was eager to enter it, waiting by the door leaning on his heels as he watched you walk up the driveway. You smiled at him when you got to the door, unlocking it and letting the two of you enter.
Lando looked around curiously, only stumbling a little bit as he explored your house. You followed him, trailing behind him silently as you watched his expressions, noticing how excited he seemed to be in your house, your space, looking at a side of you he’d never seen before.
“You need to go to bed,” you said, bringing him out of his musings.
Lando looked at you and cocked his head. “Where?”
You paused. “The couch?”
Lando made a face and shook his head. You sighed. “Alright then… the bedroom. I only have one bed.”
Even drunk Lando managed to be concerned. “Would you be okay with that?”
You smiled softly at him, the warm feeling in your chest settling down, getting comfortable. You knew then that it would stay there for a long time. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”
You led Lando to your room and helped him get undressed, taking his shirt, shoes, and trousers off, though he kept his boxers on. You got changed yourself- in your bathroom- and exited to find Lando sagging against a wall, looking tired.
“You want to go to bed now?” you asked him.
Lando bit his lip. “Are you sure?”
He seemed to be sobering up, slowly but surely, and you smiled at the repeated consent. “I’m sure.”
So you both got into bed, unexplored ground between you too, and immediately Lando’s arms wrapped around your waist. Definitely still drunk.
Still, you couldn’t help but relax into his hold, your back against his chest, his head in the crook of your neck. And you couldn’t wait for the morning, when he’d sober and you could talk about his confession, maybe even make one of your own.
Until then however, you were content to lie in Lando’s arm and let him nuzzle into your neck, falling asleep to the smell of your teammate’s cologne wrapped around you.
summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.
˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸
[IRL]
— As you walked around the Paddock Club with your two friends, you tried to take it all in. "I can't believe how expensive it is to get into this place," Lhea said, browsing the internet for the prices of the passes hanging around your necks. "Yeah, honestly, I have no idea how my brother and his friends managed to afford these," added Liv. While the two continued their conversation, your eyes caught a familiar figure. It was Lando, the guy from the airport.
THAT'S HIS SON! THAT'S HIS BOY
Seb said "let's run in the rain" and the grid went "yes Seb" they'd follow him off a cliff if he asked at this rate!
"you came"
"you called"
I feel like Thorne would list Cinder as his second emergency contact after Cress. But to protect her identity he uses a pseudonym so he tells her, "Cinder, if you one day get a call asking for a Gloria Bottlebook, know that I am probably dead."
seb has custody of logan this week i guess
i included notes as well, but i would love to go more in depth about this bc i have opinions
platonic ! f1 grid x reader
summary: f1 is a dangerous sport - it's common knowledge. but accidents - bad accidents - aren't as common. seeing the youngest (and only female) driver crash and not immediately respond is something the boys never thought they'd have to experience, and the rest of the world is just as devestated.
cw: major accident, graphic descriptions of injury and vehicular damage, graphic descriptions of car accident, mentions of death, blood and gore, negative emotions such as sadness and regret, angst, mentions of religion,
song pairing is "the view betwen villages" by noah kahan
(not based on any particular race)
