That’s What Family Feels Like – F1A/F2/F3/F4 Prema Grid

lando norris x girl bestfriend!reader texts

⭐ you and lando have been friends for so long that these are now considered the normal version.

⭐ AN: you won't believe it, but I'm back! yet with another one of these crack convos. i hope y'all enjoy it! ✨🎀

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THE GRID’S DELIGHT | SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: the shenanigans of female gen z driver and the formula one grid.

author’s note: I started this series, because I’d like to imagine what it would be like to be part of the group of drivers and how it would be like to interact with them on a regular basis. It’s all fun and games, and I don’t know these people in real life. everything is fiction! the stories aren’t written in chronological order, but I try to put them in the right order below! 

Requests are always welcome in my inbox! Opinions, thoughts and feedback are also greatly appreciated.

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pairings: daniel ricciardo x platonic!verstappen!rb driver!reader (face claim: various girls on pinterest)

in which: daniel ricciardo and the younger verstappen are no longer teammates..

a/n: formula 1 will miss you danny ric!!💔

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skysportsf1: Daniel Ricciardo to leave RB, the team have announced. Liam Lawson will race in place of Ricciardo for the remaindering 6 races of the season.

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username We will miss you honey badger!🍯🦡

username This is not fair, you can’t do this to us!!!

username No one is hurting more than Y/N Verstappen..

username I hate this season.

username F1 won’t be the same without you Danny!!

username No more Y/n and Danny content😭😭

username Y/n looked so sad at Singapore, she must of known it was their last one💔

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y/n.verstappen: Danny, you’ve known me ever since I was a little kid, you were there at my first race in F4/F3/F2, when I won my F2 championship, when I got a seat in formula 1, my first points, my first win and many more moments.

What is the best one of all? When we became teammates, I don’t think I have had that much fun, laughed so much, loved the battles we had on track, the shoey you made me do after my first win and just the overall joy of being your teammate. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me and everything you helped me through.

You always brought a big smile, laughs and positivity to everyone. Formula 1 is going to be weird without you here, you’ll be missed by everyone (especially me). I love you like an older brother, keep your head up, you know I’ll always be here for you, until next time❤️

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username Y/n…what are u doing to us?!?😭

username Best teammates💗

username Sorry Max, love your sister and Danny’s friendship more🤣🤣

username I’m going to miss this!!

maxverstappen1 I’ll always be his favourite Verstappen!

y/n.verstappen No you aren’t??

maxverstappen1 Uhh yea I am!

danielricciardo How have I dealt with you both???

username Everyone applaud Daniel for surviving the verstappen siblings🤣

username I’m going to miss this so much!!

username No one Danny & Y/n content💔

danielricciardo Thank you lil one going to miss you too, until next time❤️

y/n.verstappen ❤️

landonorris favouritism, didn’t reply to my comment

maxverstappen1 My sister over me?! Really mate? :(

y/n.verstappen suck if losersss😚

alex_albon Don’t leave us with her ALONE

georgerussell63 menace incoming..

danielricciardo Good luck guys :)

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username Y/n is going to be brutal now as Daniel isn’t there to step in and stop her🤣

username I can’t wait to see what Y/n gets up too😭

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username Live for this friendship!!

username Thanks for taking care of Y/n💗

username I’m betting so much that Max and Lando have complained about this😭

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username I love that you either call Y/n kid or lil one !!

username I’m going to miss this duo so much..

username Like an older brother to her, thanks for taking care of our girl!

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Team Betrayal | Red Bull! Reader x Platonic! Grid

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N races for Red Bull but when she's caught out drinking another brand, she enacts her revenge until the Grid outs her snitched.

Apologies but this is a female reader.

Warning: Bad writing. I'm not sure what this is but it was prompted between an energy drink dilemma I had the other day.

There is no timeline for this. Make it up.

Main Masterlist.

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Swiping away the sweat that ran down the back of her neck, Y/N grinned at the camera, drinking in the euphoric energy enveloping her on all sides.

"Thank you for joining us after such a long day." The interviewer beamed, pleased to have been able to catch the Red Bull racer before debrief started. "How're you feeling? You look absolutely drenched."

"Yes. Max thought he was funny tipping the entire can of Red Bull over my head. I'll wash my hair three times and still go home smelling of the stuff." Y/N joked, dabbing the drop of sticky liquid rolling down her forehead.

Pleased that the conversation had naturally developed down that path, the interviewer smirked at the camera before turning their attention back to you. "So, you've been driving for Red Bull for 2 years now? Is it safe to say you're also a big fan of the drink?"

She laughed nervously, unsure why such an odd question was being asked after a Grand Prix. Usually the media used this opportunity to ask how she felt about losing/her teammate winning. Again. "Who isn't?" Y/N joked.

Whipping out her phone, the interviewer (dressed in traitorous McLaren orange) thrust it in front of her face. The grin from Y/N's face instantly dropped as she squinted against the blinding sun. Disbelief painted her face.

"Where did you get that? That's actually me!"

"One of your fellow racers provided it earlier." The interviewer informed, tucking away the damning photo of Y/N drinking a can of Monster Energy, dressed in her Red Bull racing suit and attempting to hide her behaviour behind a laughing Lando Norris.

"Who?!"

"I'm afraid we're not at liberty to say. We promised confidentiality in favour of the photo," teased the interviewer.

"That's my face." Y/N's eyes darkened challengingly. She leaned into the microphone, staring down the camera. "In that case, those boys won't know a moment of peace until I get my answer."

She straightened just as soon after, smile flickering back into place as she heard her name being called. "Oops, I was meant to be in debrief a minute again. Thanks for talking to me. Catch you later!"

"Thank you for your time." The interviewer called after the retreating navy figure. She turned back to the camera. "Ladies and Gentleman, I think it's safe to say that Y/N Y/L/N is as ferocious off the track as she is on it. I don't know about you but I would not want to be a member of the Grid this evening."

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The interview went viral.

YourUserName this you? (She retweeted with a pic of Lando wearing a Monster Energy hat, a can of Red Bull in hand)

→ LandoNorris no.

User 1 not Lando deliberately lying about his own face

User 2 oh, no. Lando. What have you started?

User 3 not me checking my phone every 2 seconds to see if Y/N has posted after she vowed vengence.

→ Your User Name 👀👀

User 4 don't drag poor Maxie into this. He's always seen drinking Red Bull.

User 5 she never was good enough for the team, hope they drop her after this.

User 6 may as well just go to McLaren with how much time she spends with them.

OscarPiastri just a warning. I can hear her laughing evilly next door.

YourUserName so just to clear a few things up. I have never bought a Monster Energy in my life.

YourUse Name i am always supplied with them by people who are attempting to remain innocent in this scandal.

PierreGASLY yeah, well. My shoes are cleaner than yours so...

→ LandoNorris you sure showed her.

User 7 not the Grid coming for my girl only to end up fighting for their lives.

User 8 coming for his teammate

User 9 not the whole Grid teasing her for betraying Red Bull

User 10 always knew Max didn't like them. This just confirms

YourUserName not you too. You said you had my back

→ Max33Verstappen this is why you didn't get on the podium

Max33Verstappen not my babies?!

→ YourUserName i may not have a podium but I do have your cats.

→ Charles_Leclerc you're making this worse for yourself

→ YourUserName watch out or Leo's next

→ Charles_Leclerc *horrified gasp*

User 11 alex fighting for his innocence.

User 12 the Grid are feeding us tonight.

User 13 what's the odds that they're fighting for their lives in the gc?

User 14 bet they're compiling a list of times they gave her Monster

→ User 15 trying to figure out who might be next

User we found the snitch

User 2 anyone else see Red Bull lurking in the likes?

LandoNorris @ danielricciardo this is why she didn't respond

Max33Verstappen daniel's currently crying.

redbullracing christian said you have a meeting with PR tomorrow.

→ YourUserName crap.

User 3 can we take a moment to appreciate all the Grid content we got this evening?

→ User 4 and look at how quick Y/N's responses were. Boo was ready for them.

→ User 5 what are the odds they were all sitting next to their phones, terrified every time it buzzed

→ lilymhe can confirm.

born from two stars a fem!driver series

a formula one driver and a model. jenson button and ria l/n. the perfect pair. the media’s it couple. at least, they were popular until they had their child, that is.

y/n button was never meant to be born, but despite the discourse that followed her birth, they never tried to keep her a secret, either. she spent most of her childhood in the public eye, playing hide-and-seek with drivers around the paddock, or watching models walk down the runway with her mother.

from a young age, her father knew that his daughter would become a formula one driver, a legacy, a champion in his name, just as he did. her mother, on the other hand, wants her to be an icon for women around the world, a spokesperson and an inspiration, just as she is.

so what better way to do both than become formula one’s youngest and only female driver in decades?

get to know her

smau - throwback thursdays

remember the past

live in the present

2023

2024

2025

imagine the future

2026

2027

a final interview by lissie mackintosh

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biggest credit and love to @disneyprincemuke and @angsthology + anyone else who did a fem!driver fic before them 🫶🏼🫶🏼

@namgification let me know if you’d like to added to the series taglist!

please wake up ; h.h.

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summary. instead of stoick dying after toothless is under the bewilderbeasts control, you, hiccup's younger sister, are almost hit, resulting in tears and desperation.

pairing. hiccup haddock x sister!reader

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

word count. 2.8k

warnings. for plot reasons, valka was taken by cloudjumper when hiccup was 4 and you were a baby, near death experiences, violence, lots of angst.

✐ i couldn’t find the original post for the gif (i found it on pinterest, reposted), but the username is in the top left corner of the gif ^^

The amount of fear that ran through Hiccup when Drago yelled out his bone chilling scream, waving his staff around in the air… it was immeasurable. The aggression that the throaty sound held in it sent a chill down Hiccup’s spine. He knew at that moment, that he was in serious trouble.

The ground shook with each step that the bewilderbeast took towards them, and rather than the calm awe and serenity that Hiccup felt when he met his mothers bewilderbeast, looking into the eyes of this one made him feel a fear that he couldn’t get rid of.

“No dragon can resist the alpha’s command.” Drago said lowly, his voice scratching its way out of his throat. “So, he who controls the alpha, controls them all.”

A hint of rage settled in Hiccups veins as Drago spoke, pointing his staff towards Toothless.

The rage nearly dissipated, a low sound emitting throughout snow and ice covered land. The sound came from the bewilderbeast, it’s pupils narrowed at Toothless. Toothless began shaking his head, making a noise of discomfort. “Toothless?” Hiccup said worriedly.

Toothless continued to whimper, shaking his head around. “T-toothless, you okay, bud? What’s going on?” But all of the words leaving Hiccups mouth did nothing.

Drago’s voice sounded again. “Witness true strength. The strength of will over others.” Drago was holding up his staff again, the pointed end pointing to Toothless, who suddenly rose, ever so still. “In the face of it… you are nothing.”

When Hiccup realized he was now looking at the end of the staff, it being pointed directly at his chest, he knew that trouble was arising. Toothless slowly turned towards him, pupils as narrow as the bewilderbeast’s were. “Uh,” Hiccup slowly backed away from his dragon, “What did he just tell you?”

Toothless got low to the ground, snarling as he slowly crept over towards his rider, who kept backing away. “Toothless, come on. What’s the matter with you?” He felt the desperation begin to tear at his heart, knowing that there was almost nothing he could do. And sudden moves or sounds could result in the controlled Toothless to pounce on him, resulting in his demise. Even if Hiccup could get a hit in, how much would that break his heart? Would he be able to hurt his best friend?

“No, no, no, no. Come on. What are you doing? Knock it off.” Hiccup knew he was being backed up into ice, and soon he would have no where to go. “Stop!” He yelled out, “snap out of it!” But the attempt was useless, as Toothless kept his slow, creeping pace.

The world around his became almost meaningless. It was just him, Toothless, and mountains of ice trapping him in. “Toothless, no! Toothless.”

Toothless hissed, preparing to launch a heated breath of fire at him, and he felt his heart drop. “Don’t!”

He almost didn’t hear the broken cry of his name being shouted, his eyes remaining on Toothless’ sharp ones. “Stop!”

“Hiccup!” The voice shouted again, and with wide eyes, he looked, and his heart sunk further. You were running right towards him, determination and fear in your eyes. The painful realization of what you were doing came all too quick, and his fear that was once reserved for himself was now almost entirely for you. “Y/n! No!”

But it was too late, you were right next to him, and then crashing into him. Hiccup slid across the snow covered ground, gasping in fear of what he’d see when he looked at you.

He looked just in time to see the blast of fire miss you—just in time to see it hit the ice behind you, breaking a peace of it off as it came crashing down onto you.

“No!”

He startled himself with the cry that left his lips. The world around him faded out again. It was only you, him, and his shallow breaths. “No…” He said again, the disbelief strong in his tone. This couldn’t be happening.

He ran over to you, feeling like he was going to collapse. He was by your side in seconds—he was by your side and there you were, covered in shards of teal-blue ice. Your eyes were shut; your breathing was barely there. He feared every one of your breaths would be your last.

He groaned as he pushed the ice off of you, piece by piece. As each shard slid off, an already growing bruise was left in its wake wherever your skin was visible.

The despair was crushing him; engulfing him; making a home into his heart that was sinking even further as it buried itself into the ever so cold snow beneath him. He grabbed and pulled at your left arm, pulling you off of your side and onto your back. “Y/n!”

Hiccup hardly paid attention to his mother dropping by his side, and his father close behind her. Your breaths were still so shallow.

“Y/n… Oh, my Gods.” His breath caught in his throat, and he faintly felt his mothers hand rest on his shoulder. For the better of his own sanity, he pressed to fingers to your neck, sighing in relief at the slow and weak feeling of your heartbeat beneath his fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

“Wake up… please wake up.” He ignored every sound around him, including the sound of his friends arriving to the scene. He couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you, being ever so careful and gentle with your injured form. He felt like he had already lost you, the thought making tears roll down his face. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt instead of him: the target.

You—the younger sister who came into his life when he was just 4 years old. The sister who listened to him when everyone turned a blind eye and pretended like he didn’t exist. You were always there, and as he held you close, he couldn’t get rid of the fear that soon you would be here no longer.

All of his attention was on you, until he heard a low coo from his very own dragon: the dragon who did this.

As Toothless’ snout brushed up against your hand, he couldn’t help the anger that enveloped him. Deep down he knew it wasn’t Toothless’ fault, but something else told him he needed something to be angry at. After seeing the way Toothless’ had unknowingly injured you, his emotions got the best of him. “No! Get away from her!” Hiccup harshly shoved Toothless away, feeling guilt at the way his dragon whined in response, but Hiccup was spiralling.

He stood to his feet, looking down at Toothless. “Go on! Get out of here!”

Toothless took a small step forward, his eyes holding sadness at being shouted at, but Hiccup shouted again. “Get away!”

Hiccup was a mix of emotions as Toothless coward away and ran off.

“It’s not his fault.” Valka said softly, her sadness making her voice wobble only slightly. “You know that.”

And Hiccup did know that. He fell to his knees again, fresh tears rolling down his face as he looked at you. Your eyes were still closed.

The bewilderbeast roared out, but Hiccup almost didn’t hear it as his mother spoke. “Good dragons under the control of bad people… do bad things.”

“Come on!” Hiccup heard someone shout, along with the sound of Toothless whimpering. He looked up, and Drago was riding a once again controlled Toothless, leading him away. “Gather the men and meet me at Berk!”

Hiccup felt an urgency rush through him, and he jumped up onto his feet. “Toothless!” He cried out to him, but Valka held him back. He felt useless as the alpha roared out, and Drago’s men prepared to leave the island.

He couldn’t help but to continue to cry. He just lost his best friend, and he looked down at you, worried that he would lose another. He dropped down beside you again, feeling like the entire world was against him. He felt lost and scared. He couldn’t lose you. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

“Hiccup…” Stoick said from behind him. Hiccup could already picture the look on his face based of the sadness in his voice.

“No, Dad.” Why were they acting like you were already dead? You just had to wake up.

As the tears kept falling down his cheeks, his friends backed away and watched from a good distance, as he needed his space. His parents stayed close behind him.

“We have to— we have to do something. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? My sister is dying and you’re all just standing around waiting for—“ Waiting for her to die.

“Hiccup,” Gobber said softly, a pained sigh leaving the man’s lips, “there’s not much we can do, right now. Not here. Back home, maybe things would be better. But we don’t have our dragons to get there, Hiccup.”

Hiccup remained looking at you, still. “So, why are you all acting like you don’t care?” Maybe that was harsh, but he was still spiralling.

“Hiccup, of course we care.” When Astrid spoke, Hiccup looked at her and found a world of sadness in her eyes. Maybe she was worried for you; maybe she felt guilt and pity for him; maybe it was both. The the look in her eyes made him feel less alone.

Hiccup was silent for a few moments, and then, “There’s nothing we can do?” He chose to ignore the way his voice cracked with emotion.

His father sighed, and removed his helmet, holding it to his chest. “Nothing we can do but pray that she wakes up.”

Hiccup inhaled deeply. “I need a second alone with her.”

He didn’t receive a response, he only heard the sound of footsteps slowly backing away.

With a shaking hand, he took your hand into his, watching a teardrop fall down and land on your fingertip. The desperation in him had been making a slow incline, and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could take.

“You have to wake up.” He whispered, falling back down to wrap an arm around you. “Come on. Wake up.”

But as your breathing remained slow, he felt the tears roll down a little faster, and he couldn’t help the sob that slipped past his lips. “Wake up. Come on, what are you doing? Get up…”

A hitch in your breath.

As the sound reaches his ears, and he feels the pattern of your breath change for only a moment, his head snaps up. Your face is neutral, a scrape and bruise on your right cheekbone.

“Y/n?…”

He’s filled with a sense of hope, and just as it feels like it was a trick of his mind, your breath catches again, and your brows move the smallest amount.

“Oh, my Gods.” Hiccup breathes out. “Y/n? Hey… wake up, come on.”

Your eyes began to flutter open and it’s like Hiccup and finally breathe again. He leans forward so that you see him, and your eyes meet his. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup laughs, light and airy, and nods. “Yeah, I’m here. You’re okay.

Your face scrunches up a little as you become aware of the pain running across your skin. Hiccup notices and a slight frown lands on his face.

Your hand squeezes his, “I’m glad you’re okay, Hiccup.”

Hiccup can’t help the shock that runs through him. “You’re glad I’m okay? I’m glad you’re okay…” he then sighs, thinking about how he nearly lost you. The ache in his heart was still there, like a poison latching onto him, killing him slowly. He couldn’t believe how close to death you had gotten. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

And then he was hugging you again, being as gentle as possible. He felt you wrap an arm around his back, but he could tell that by the way your arm was shaking, it was taking more of a toll on you than you’d like to admit. Hiccup pulled back. “Don’t strain yourself.”

Your eyes were still only about half open and he wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out soon. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

But his words could only be heard so clearly as the world began to fade once again. It had taken so much of your energy to stay conscious as long as you did.

“No, no, no. Keep your eyes open, okay? Stay awake, stay awake— Dad!”

The last thing you saw was your brother and parents hovering over you, and then you were welcomed into a deep sleep once again.

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The rest of the day went by so fast, yet so slow. Hiccup felt pride for him and Toothless—who he had since forgiven and apologized to—for being able to fight against Drago and the alpha. After this, it was clear that Toothless had earned his place as the alpha. However, as all of this had been happening, you were the only thing on Hiccup’s mind. He was fighting for everyone, and most importantly to avenge you. This was Drago’s fault—all of this. Hiccup had to do something about it, and he did.

It was likely clear how much he was worrying for you, because not long after the bewilderbeast had dove into the water, taking Drago with him, his mother was at his side. He knew from the look on her face alone that she was saying he should go to you. He didn’t waste a second.

He ran up to his house, passing by people cheering and shouting out of glee, and he pushed open his front door and ran straight to your room. There you were, under the care of Gothi, tucked into your bed and bandaged wherever needed. It was honestly a wonder that they were even able to get you to Berk while you were unconscious, but they managed. Hiccup was just glad to see you now, alive and breathing.

Gothi nodded at him, making her way out of the room. Hiccup remained still for a moment, looking down at you. It pained him to see you like this.

Eventually he sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at his hands. He felt so guilty about you getting hurt. It felt like it was his fault, somehow. You had jumped to save him, and this is where it brought the both of you. Surely, he was partially at fault for this outcome.

“You’re not blamin’ yourself, are you?”

At the sound of your voice, Hiccup whipped his head around, eyes wide and burning with tears that haven’t even quite built up yet. “You’re awake.”

You nodded lightly, looking down at your bandaged and bruised body. You didn’t regret a thing you did.

“Why… did you do that?” Hiccup started slowly. He didn’t expect this to be what he decided to talk about, but he got to thinking and his mouth was moving before he even realized it. “I mean… save me—“ He took a deep breath, brows furrowing at the topic at hand.

“What else did you want me to do?” You said. You sounded determined, strangely enough.

“I—“

“I couldn’t just… stand there.”

“I wanted you to.”

You sighed this time. “And what? Watch you die? You could’ve.”

Hiccup saw tears begin to form in your own eyes, and he somewhat felt bad for bringing this up right now. “You could’ve, too.”

“I know.” You stated. There was a brief pause as you both collected your thoughts. You didn’t want to argue about this. Neither of you wanted to make anger out of grieving for someone who hadn’t even died. “I care about you, Hiccup. You looked just as scared as I felt. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you got hurt, or worse. I love you, but I’m not sorry for what I did. I’d rather be hurt than you be hurt instead.”

Hiccup gazed down at you and realized in that moment that you were just like any other Haddock—stubborn as hell. Hiccup and his father were some of the most stubborn people on Berk, if not the most stubborn, and he wouldn’t be surprised that if he got to know his mother a little more, she would turn out to be the same.

Having such a quality can be unbearable at times, but it made for some pretty promising trust with the people you love.

“Well,” Hiccup broke into a smile, chuckling lightly. “I would do the same for you.”

You laughed softly. “I’d hope so.”

Hiccup was shocked when you started pushing yourself up on the bed all of a sudden. “Hey, woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?”

“Relax. I know my limits.” You snickered, and then winced. All of a sudden your arms were around Hiccup and Hiccup wasn’t sure if it was the stupidest or sweetest thing you’ve ever done. Probably both.

Hiccup hugged you back, his eyes closing as it felt like the day was finally calming down. “Don’t ever do anything like that again.”

An amused scoff, and then, “no promises.”

Definitely a Haddock.

@ sakufilms

Little Leclerc Series

Madelyn Leclerc, the youngest of her siblings. She grew up around karting and Formula 1, so there was a matter of time when she got into racing. Watching her two brothers racing was something she also wanted to do as well. Now, her dreams are becoming an reality. What will Madelyn face in that seat at Alfa Romeo? Ollie Bearman, the secret boyfriend of Madelyn. Well not secret but none of her brothers know and that’s probably for the best. Ollie and Madelyn have known each other for quite some time due to him being her brother’s teammate.He’s making his debut in Formula 2 and Madelyn in Formula 1, will their relationship get revealed somehow?

Ollie Bearman x Madelyn Leclerc (OC)

Part 1

Spa. One track where they lost a very important friend. No wonder it was scary to see Madelyn crash there..

Part 2

Madelyn is finally able to tell her family that there isn’t going to be just one Leclerc on the F1 grid this year.

Part 3

While she was visiting Arthur in the F2 paddock, she sees her boyfriend that she hasn’t seen in a few months..

Part 4

Madelyn prepares for her first ever F1 race, it’s good thing she has so many people who are supportive of her there.

Part 5

Ollie and Madelyn celebrate their anniversary, posting a picture online wasn’t the brightest idea..

Part 6

Charles and Arthur aren’t happy that Madelyn is dating Ollie, this leads to an argument between the three siblings..

Part 7

Eventually, Charles and Arthur sees how happy their sister in with Ollie and accept their relationship.

Part 8

A weekend that just proves that Ollie and Madelyn are THE racing couple.

Part 9

Madelyn‘s ‘older brothers’ can’t wait to officially meet her boyfriend..

Part 10 (finale)

Ollie and Madelyn get to enjoy summer with each other despite her brothers not likely the idea of it..

Started: April 2023

Finished: March 2024

formula 1 masterlist

y/n x grid:

The Day the Music Died

Defying the Odds

Dear Spa

Do it All

Nothing is Easy

Coraline

Reality

The Scare

Grill the Kid

Under the Weather

Expectations

max verstappen:

Red Bull Family

Overdue

charles leclerc:

Mockingbird

Sunshine

lando norris:

Pay Attention

It’s sad that other batfam writers don’t write for cass😞

I think the reasoning for that is also why I struggle with her, because she's not in as many shows or movies.

But I totally agree, I love her so much!!!!

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Erik finds himself at your door again, like he always does.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, fluff, slight angst, wc 1k, the marias inspired this , got a filthy Tommy ver. in my drafts 🤭🤭🙂‍↔️

your restless. the sheets are warm, maybe too warm. you kick them off then pull them back. nothing helps. you lie still, staring at the dark ceiling your eyes beginning to involuntarily close from how long they’ve been open.

then a soft click of the lock.. the doorknob turns slowly, the door eases open without a creak, whoever it is slips inside quietly. heavy boots shift on the floor but barely make a sound

whoever it is calls your name softly

not bunny, not sweetheart, none of the things the other men call you. just your name. your real name. the one only him and one other person know about.

you know that voice quiet and hoarse, Erik.

you don’t turn when you hear your name. you don’t need to

his footsteps draw nearer, slow and almost hesitant. then the bed dips at the edge under his weight not much, just enough to tilt your body slightly toward him

you feel the brush of his fingers against your arm barely there, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with care. you don’t see his face, but you can feel his eyes on you

he slowly moves, then lies down behind you.

one strong arm slides around your waist, the other settling under his head. his chest meets your back, his breath warm at the nape of your neck as he pulls you in

“Can’t sleep” he murmurs, “Thought I’d come and see you.”

you hum understandingly, your fingers find his where they rest on your stomach. you trace the curve of his knuckles, the space between them and then gently press your hand over his.

Erik’s breath slows against your neck, his arm tightens just a little around your waist, you can feel the tension in his hand begin to ease, fingers unclenching as you trace small, absent shapes over his skin.

then, without a word he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your shoulder. It’s barely there, just the brush of his lips against your skin

you feel him nuzzle in a little closer, his nose brushing your hair as he breathes you in. and then his hand still resting protectively over your stomach starts to move. gentle strokes of his thumb over your skin, tracing the hem of your shirt, then back again.

his fingertips lightly graze yours where your hands touch, and he curls his pinky around yours. his arms stay wrapped around you but your body shifts slowly in his hold gently, carefully until you’re facing him. his eyes meet yours instantly as if he’d been waiting

you lay like that nose to nose in the dark, his forehead barely a inch away from yours. he doesn’t speak and neither do you. you take the opportunity to really look at him. the sharp curve of his brow, the small furrow between them that never quite smooths out, the look in his eyes, like he’s always half-here and half-somewhere he doesn’t want to be.

your hand comes up slowly, fingers brushing the stubble on his chin. he leans into it without thinking, eyelids closing shut at your touch like it’s the first real comfort he’s let himself feel in days maybe longer.

you trace the angle of his jaw, then the soft slope of his cheekbone, your thumb resting just under his eye. he doesn’t move. doesn’t stop you.

“Are you okay Erik?” you whisper.

he opens his eyes again, but doesn’t look away.

“Yeah…” he says voice low and raspy, “Just… been a lot lately.”

he slowly shifts releasing you from his hold. he sits up from his position in the dark, the bed creaking softly under his weight. moonlight from the small window softly lights across his back catching on the worn fabric of his shirt as he pulls it over his head and lets it drop to the floor without a care. scars trail faintly along his skin old ones, some faded

when he lays back down, he reaches for you gently guiding you into him until your cheek rests against the warmth of his bare chest. his arms wrap around you, one hand pressing lightly to the small of your back, the other stroking slow, absent circles along your spine

you always knew Erik’s needs were different, more emotional than physical. where others came to you looking for a distraction, he came to be known. he didn’t want your body he wanted your closeness, your presence that didn’t demand anything from him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” he murmurs into your hair

you smile softly against his chest, “You’ll never have to find out” you whisper back

he doesn’t respond, he just simply kisses the top of your head.

you tilt your head just enough to meet his eyes again, “I’m always here Erik” you say. “always.”

he pulls you in tighter, letting your warmth melt into him

you stay there, pressed against his chest, wrapped up in his arms. you can hear his heart beating a little quick, a little uneven like him having you this close makes him nervous

and this isn’t the first time, not the first night he’s come to you mentally and physically drained. not the first time he let himself be just Erik with you not Captain, not soldier, just a man who needs to feel something soft, something genuine. and with you, he always could

It’s always been like this

your fingers drift upward from his chest, slow brushing the strong line of his neck, your thumb tracing just under his jaw. he watches you eyes half lidded and soft, you can see the way he’s letting himself feel just for a moment, just here with you.

you lift your head just enough, tilt your chin slightly and kiss him

gently, not rushed, not desperate. just lips brushing his with the same care he always shows you intentional, warm, soft

he kisses you back. his hand curls against your lower back pulling you closer, like he wants to feel every inch of you pressed to him. his lips move against yours softly

when you pull back just a little, breath mingling with his, his forehead rests against yours, eyes closed.

you stay curled against him, your hand resting gently over his heart and Erik holds you even tighter

he should feel comforted. safe. you always gave him that.

but instead, he feels everything

His eyes stay open long after yours drift closed, staring at the ceiling like it might give him answers. he listens to your breathing soft and steady, your body warm against his so trusting, so close and still, part of him unsure of what to do with all of this

sometimes, he wants to tell you he loves you

the words sit on the edge of his tongue when you’re touching him like this, when your voice is soft, when your eyes see right through the man he pretends to be for everyone else. he wants to whisper it freely while he softly kisses you, wants to feel the way you’d melt into him if he just said it.

but other times he just wants to shove it all down. pretend it doesn’t exist. pretend you don’t mean what you do to him. because you’re a barracks bunny, and he’s the captain. he should pull away, close his eyes, let himself drift off to sleep. but he doesn’t.

he lays there still, while your body fits perfectly against his like it’s meant to. like it always does. and he hates how right it feels. because everything about this is wrong, isn’t it?

you’re not his.

you were never supposed to be more than just a easy escape, just a body he could fall into when being in command became too much. that’s what a barracks bunny is.. comfort without commitment, no complication of feelings

but you mean something to him. you always have.

he tells himself it’s the circumstances you're both in. that war makes people reach for warmth and company wherever they can find it. that if he had met you somewhere else than maybe he wouldn’t look at you the way he does. wouldn’t feel his chest tighten every time he came to see you. wouldn’t ache when you pull away in the morning and leave him staring at the spot where your body laid warm and close against his.

but deep down, he knows that’s a lie. It’s not the circumstances or war that make him feel this way.

It’s you. the way you touch him without asking for anything in return. the way you see straight through him, and still choose to let him in. you never try to fix him. you just stay. quiet, patient, kind. and that undoes him more than anything else.

he watches you for a long time. his hand still on your back, moving in slow circles. you shift a little in your sleep a sweet soft sigh slipping from your lips as you unconsciously nuzzle closer.

he could never say he loves you. because if he says it what’s left of him then? so he settles with just closing his eyes for tonight, burying his face in your hair, and holding you tighter while saying nothing.

it’s getting messy.. situationship with Ray or sweet Erik 💔

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