Once A Prema Boy, Always A Prema Boy🥰

when u get so excited to tell someone something. but they ruin it with one shift in mood/tone/their response

Stan having no idea who you are after his mind is wiped but you're gorgeous. You kneel in front of him, hand on his arm, trying not to break down as you introduce yourself.

It doesn't work and you can't help but pull him in for a hug, Stan awkwardly patting your back. You needed the comfort, he was yours and you needed him.

Ford eventually tries to pull you away and you shake your head, clinging harder, pathetically telling him no.

"Hey, she can stay as long as she wants." Stan tightened his hold as he frowned at Ford. He may have no clue about the group staring at him but if someone as beautiful as you needed a hug from him he would oblige.

"No, he's right." You spoke in his ear before pulling back, swatting at your wet cheeks.

Stan's eyes roamed your face. It was sad and in pain but he knew he had never seen anyone as glorious as you. The curve of your cheek, the line of your nose, your plump lips. Your eyes had turned a hue of pink, because of your sobs, that made them shine.

He felt like a kid. He didn't know what to say or do but he wanted needed to get on your good side.

What had you said your name was again?

what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl

ok, because i just saw a terrible take, i feel compelled to say that there is no "fic market" to "oversaturate" in fandom. good gravy.

bros in his modelling era

Sleepy Endearment

Charles Leclerc X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Reader becomes a human teddy bear

Warnings: none :)

Notes: Happy birthday to Lord Percival!

Masterlist

The thing about Charles Leclerc is that he loves to sleep more than he lets on. So when his girlfriend decided to get up to make breakfast, a birthday tradition, he didn't let her go.

A heavy arm around her waist kept pulling her back into bed every time she tried to escape. Which was not helping her mission of trying to make her lovely (and clingy) boyfriend something to eat.

"Sleep, mon chéri. It's too early to be awake." His raspy morning voice pleads.

"Sharl, I'm trying to be cute and make you breakfast."

He simply responds by rolling over on top of the female. "Could eat you instead."

She giggles at his antics. The clingy Monegasque continues to pull her underneath him. Their limbs tangled up in the sheets.

"Isn't it your birthday?"

"But you're sweet enough for me."

Finally, he gets both arms around her and flips them. He squeezes her like she's a teddy bear and refuses to let her go. "Warm."

She gives in to his embrace. It's not worth fighting him over this. At least, that's what she convinces herself the reason is and definitely not that he's stronger than her.

She attempts to tickle him only to be stopped and blocked from all angles. Again, she sighs in exasperation.

"At this rate, we'll starve to death." She huffs into his chest.

"The I will die a happy man."

"You're very endearing when you are sleepy. Did you know that?"

"Yes, because you say it almost daily in your beautiful morning voice." Charles punctuates each word with a kiss in a different place.

"Maybe if you keep kissing me, I won't try to leave."

"Oh mon amour, I can do much more then just kiss you if you want." Charles wiggles his eyebrows and both of them fall into a fit of laughter.

Breakfast didn't happen until almost noon kn a Monday. The afternoon sun filtering over their bodies as the Kitchen becomes a mess. But, on the brightside, they have enough energy to clean the mess up.

And maybe for some other things as well...

“I’d let you if you asked.”

Jason Todd always had a habit of being in your space. It's something you didn't mind, but it is something you kept note of. He leans towards you, head angled down to catch every sound that comes through your throat, observing every twitch of your muscles with a sharp, intent gaze.

But even if he always seems to linger in your shadow, even if his eyes darkened with the desire for something more, he was careful. He never touched you before you touched him, and he always caught himself, when his fingers instinctively reached for you.

Something as simple as a hug, a brush over the back of your hand, a tousle of your hair, he denied himself over and over again. It was almost frustrating to see him denying himself something you never held back from him.

He melts into every hug you give, relishes when you thread your fingers together, nearly drops to his knees every time you kiss his cheek.

But then he'll falter, when you pull away, like he's snapping back to reality. He'll remind you that he's not good. In not so many words, he tells you he's poison. That he'll end up ruining you. Breaking you.

You think he's silly for it, because Jason Todd is nothing but good. But you indulge him, brushing the stray strands of hair falling into his face back, "I'd let you, if you asked."

He blinks at you, eagerly leaning into your touch, with dumbfounded eyes, "You would?"

You smile at him, devouring the way his eyes flutter when you do, "I would. If you want to ruin me, all you have to do is ask."

He frowns a little, his hand raising to rest on top of yours, keeping your palm pressed to his cheek, "I don't want to ruin you."

"Then ask for something else," you encourage, voice soft and fond.

"Can I kiss you?"

It makes you laugh, maybe he's not so scared of you after all. The hope doesn't leave his eyes when you do, and you're more than happy to answer him, "Yeah. You can kiss me, Jason."

He's quick to take advantage of your agreement, and it turns out, Jason's kisses are just as sweet as he is.

Can I request something with Lando and reader where she’s max’s (f) little sister and she hangs out with them a lot and she’s a little shy and has a crush on Lando so everytime he talks to her she’s blushing and stammers and he has a crush on her too and eventually they get together?

On My Mind - LN

Y/n loves her big brother. She’s adored him and almost clung to him since they were kids and he’d tell anyone any day of the week, that there is no one who is bigger fan of his. Not Kelly, not Christian, certainly not Jos.

Pictures of her support through they years make his heart swell and she is main source of why he values family so much above all else.

His protective side comes out when it comes to y/n because she’s much quieter and shy compared to him.

One particular weakness of his little sister, the fellow F1 driver, Lando Norris.

Max has never voiced the way he notices his sister getting flustered and stumbling over words when Lando is around but it definitely isn’t a secret to him that she is crushing hard on Lando. But Lando seems to believe that’s not the case and he is without a doubt misreading her.

“Hey, Max. Hello, Y/n.” Lando greets walking up to them as they head towards going to the drivers parade.

“Hi.” Y/n smiles waving her hand as that shy shield drops down over her.

Lando shoots Max a look but her older brother just smiles at him.

“How is my favourite brother-sister duo today?” Lando asks as Max reaches around to pull y/n in front of him, hands on her shoulders while her eyes widen since that’s his way of forcing her to answer.

“We’re uhh…good. Max thinks he’s going to win.” Y/n states earning a laugh from behind her.

“Yeah, I think everyone thinks he’s going to win.” Lando laughs watching her grin at him. Every time he manages to make her smile, he mentally marks a score for himself. “I hope you’re rooting for McLaren after Red Bull.”

Y/n can’t even muster the words to confirm she is definitely rooting for McLaren.

“I-I should go.” Y/n stutters turning to hug Max quickly while Max tries not to give away his amusement over her clear distress. “Good luck.”

“Do I not get a hug?” Lando jokes but out of pure impulse of not wanting to feel like she’s disappointing him, she moves over and hugs him. “Aww…must run in the family to give good hugs. Thank you.”

Y/n disappears without another word and laughs when he looks at her for a moment.

-

Seeing y/n goofing around with Max by putting on his suit and helmet, Lando can’t help but get caught up watching her. Her laughing and screaming when Max chases her a bit, it’s nice to see she’s not so tense and nervous. As she always seems to get whenever he’s around.

“Lando!” Max laughs spotting the McLaren driver which makes y/n literally true and misstep hard into, landing on the ground with a squeak and grunt. “Well…”

“Ah, ow.” Y/n groans pulling the crash helmet off.

“Here, let me help.” Lando smiles pulling her up before she has a chance to decline the offer.

“Th-Thanks.” Y/n smiles avoiding looking at him while Max picks up his helmet.

“How you doing mate?” Max asks making Lando tear his gaze from y/n and smile at his friend.

“I’m good, was just going to ask if you wanted to come play a few games of padel? We’re missing one person.” Lando states making Max decide to play wing man for both his friend and little sister.

“I have some plans with Kelly, but I know for a fact that y/n has no plans. Will you substitute me for the better Verstappen?” Max asks ignoring when y/n reaches for him, nipping his side with a sort of strength only siblings possess for each other. But he keeps a poker face and doesn’t let it show.

Thankfully, Lando has one of his brighter moments and realises what Max is doing.

“That’s great. Don’t worry, you’ll be on my team. It’s us against Ferrari.” Lando grins while y/n tries to find the words but her voice fails to form any noise in trying to get her out of this.

“When’s the game?” Max asks making Lando look back at him.

“I can swing around to grab you at 6-ish.” Lando smiles brightly before he grins at her.

“Sounds good.” Max nods while Y/n is still struggling to process what’s going on and why on earth her brother would put her forward for such a thing. “Great, she’ll be properly dressed for it.”

Max gestures to his racing suit that is currently drowning her body while she smiles nervously.

“She will see you later.” Max smiles nodding before he tugs y/n away to mentally prep her to not mess up this chance that he is making happen for her.

“I will see you.” Lando grins giving her a wink before heading off while she feels like her head explode with the burning of blood rush.

Max found no end of amusement in y/n shouting at him since behind close doors with people she knows well, she is not afraid to raise her voice.

But she got changed into a skort and t-shirt for going to the padel court.

“Lando is here, have you forgiven me enough to go out and join him for the game?” Max asks as she pouts at her brother. “I know you have a crush. I am helping you.”

“You are stressing me out.” Y/n argues while Max laughs at her. “Stop laughing!”

“You like Lando and he is a nice guy. Now can you get out and go play padel.” Max demands pointing for her to leave.

Y/n glares at her brother before doing as she’s told only because she swallows thickly. Her whole body shudders before she swallows thickly and heads out managing a smile to Lando as she walks up to him.

“Hey, ready to go?” Lando asks making her nod as he voice proves to fail her yet again. “Max had mentioned that you two sometimes team up for padel games. I didn’t know if you’d want to have a different teammate.”

“Well, Max isn’t amazing at other sports the way he is at driving.” Y/n shrugs while Lando laughs at her comment. He definitely didn’t expect her to say that. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’m basically champion.” Lando nods while she laughs a little. Settling a little since she doesn’t even have the option to hide behind Max, she has to build the courage from somewhere and not be a devastatingly embarrassing person. “Don’t worry, I know I’m going to walk away a winner with you.”

Y/n almost lets herself misinterupt that before shaking it off and as Lando opens the door for her.

“Thank you.” Again that eruption of a flush on her face which Lando clearly notices.

“Hey, I did not realise you meant y/n when you said Verstappen.” Carlos laughs when the two arrive at the padel court.

“Sorry, he had other plans.” Y/n smiles a little but he immediately changes his tune.

“I will have her on my team.” Charles states making her eyes widen in surprise while Lando looks ready to choke the Ferrari golden boy.

“I’ve already called dibs. It’s us against Ferrari.” Lando declares making Charles concede while Carlos sends Lando a look that y/n can’t quite read but Lando just shrugs it off. “Ready to play?”

“I’m ready.”

Admittedly to Lando’s surprise, y/n isn’t just good at padel but she clearly has carries the same gene for competitiveness that is usually overshadowed by her quiet persona. Not that she gets aggressive but the annoyed look when Charles or Carlos win a point or round speaks louder than her voice does.

But after three matches, y/n and Lando have won and he runs to her picking her up when she wins the last point.

“Proving once again, the Verstappen bloodline produces only winners.” Lando laughs while the Ferrari drivers try not to be such bitter losers over Lando and y/n winning.

Somehow y/n is not so much talked into but pulled along for lunch with Lando while Carlos and Charles announce they have other things they need to do.

“Any other sports you excel at?” Lando asks trying to make sure that she feels like he wants to hear her talk.

“Uhhh…tennis?” Y/n laughs nervously before clearing her throat a little. “I’ve really spent my life just…supporting Max.”

Lando softens a little thinking about the type of bond that Max and y/n have. He knows that Max has spoken publicly about how he hates race weekends that his little sister isn’t there, that he’s more confident with her support throughout the weekend.

“That’s quite sweet.” Lando states making a mental note to call his siblings and just check in with them. “Did you ever want to get into racing?”

“I karted, I got really into it. Max thinks if I haven’t continued we could’ve both been in F1…but I think that he’s just trying to build up my confidence about how good I was.” Y/n shrugs with a sad smile.

An idea sparks in Lando’s head but he keeps himself quiet, not wanting to scare her with it.

“I would’ve liked to see you on the grid. It’d be nice to see a woman up with us, why not two Verstappen?”

“Because siblings rivalry is dangerous enough without fast cars and competition?” Y/n jokes earning a laugh from Lando.

“Even better for racing though.”

-

Arranging it with Max took secrecy and compliance but they managed to arrange something for y/n that Lando has to admit, he’s pretty proud of making happen.

“What is this?” Y/n questions pulling off her sunglasses as Max guides her to the karting track.

“Lando wanted to invite us to be apart of his YouTube video. We’re going karting.” Max states proudly while y/n’s smile wavers breaking into a nearly fearful look. “It’s ok, it’s fine.”

“No, because last time we karted together you literally knocked me off track and out of my kart.”

“But I won’t this time. Only clean racing, I promise.” Max states then pushing her toward Lando who is standing with the Quadrant team. “She’s ready to race.”

Using the fact that y/n is too shy in front of new people, and especially Lando, to say no about karting. Y/n smiles when she’s handed a helmet that Max must’ve got to Lando ahead of time since it’s a helmet she had designed and used previously.

Being a part of the video is an unusual experience but Lando helping y/n get into her kart and make sure she feels secure in it, he doesn’t get himself ready until he’s triple checked that she’s happy.

Max is lined up beside her, but she doesn’t dare look at him knowing he’ll knock her focus.

They’ve raced each other as kids, but as adults it’s a different story.

Karts are obviously more limited than an F1 car for speed and general racing ability.

When they finally get going Max shoots ahead, but y/n has a bit of a hare and tortoise attitude. The others prove to be a bit of a hurdle but she slides past them and accidentally past her brother beginning to lead the race and not long later laps some people while Max tries to chase his sister down.

She nearly misses the chequered flag spinning around to a breaking stop which does up with her being rammed into by Max.

“Ah.” Y/n grunts from the impact then sucking in a breath and sighing to herself as she leans back in her seat and raises a middle finger to the world champion. “Sore loser.”

Not to Max’s surprise, Lando jumps at the chance to help her.

“Are you ok?” Lando asks getting her helmet off once she’s out the kart while Max stands up pulling his own helmet off. “That was amazing.”

“Told you she was good.”

“Too bad you had to punish me for it.” Y/n states earning a fake pout before Max hugs his sister.

“You should get back into it.” Max whispers making her tsk clicking her tongue.

“I second that.” Lando adds while she shoots him a small smile.

“I think I’ll stick to a supportive role.” Y/n shrugs then clearing her throat. “That was fun though. Proof that F1 drivers aren’t always the best drivers on a track.”

“Well I told you that you would be the champion if you had’ve stuck with me on the track.” Max shrugs while she rolls her eyes. Then Max nudges Lando. “You should bring her karting again, I think she enjoyed it more than she wants to admit.”

“I’m right here, Max.” Y/n murmurs as if to remind him that she can in fact hear him.

Max does decide that maybe he pushed y/n a little far out of her comfort zone and is maybe pushing her even further which isn’t going her any favours.

“We have to go, but thank you for including us.” Max smiles while Y/n looks almost sad to go. “Or…I could leave y/n here with you guys and someone drop her off later?”

“Sounds good to me.” Lando nods while y/n pauses for a moment then nodding in agreement quickly.

-

Y/n doesn’t get dropped off, instead her and Lando end up in his hotel room with her.

“I wouldn’t have thought Max would be the type of brother to trust you in the hands of another driver. He’s always seemed quite protective.” Lando comments while Y/n lies at the opposite end of the sofa to Lando.

“He’s…not as protective as people think. I think if he thinks something is making me happy, then he won’t get in the way.” Y/n shrugs while picking up some popcorn that they had ordered in room service.

“I think he’s playing wingman to both of us.” Lando comments while she digs herself down as if to try and hide herself. “No…there’s no hiding this time. I’m not hiding anything. If you’ll let me take you on dates and spend nights with you, then I want to do that.”

Lando says it exactly how it is. Complete transparency.

“That sounds good to me.” Y/n nods before he offers her hand that she takes allowing him to pull her over on top of him chest to chest while her face burns hot enough to it radiate off of her.

“Don’t get shy again on me now.” Lando grins before kissing her softly, an action that makes her melt down against him. “I think since I have Max’s permission we’re ok to go ahead.”

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There’s a floor view of the Dosh lift…

🚨🚨🚨🚑 people died ‼️

Xavi: "So lap time deleted for Verstappen."

Charles: "For fucks sake, tell me the name before."

Xavi: VERSTAPPEN LAP TIME DELETED."

Charles: "Yeah, well I had a heart attack in the meantime."