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Can u write something for the bros plus y/n groupchat abt jack being loopy after his surgery. Thank u🖤
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Protective Lando
Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris AU
My head feels like it's about to split open, and my limbs ache as if I've been put through a meat grinder. But deadlines don't wait for sickness, so here I am, propped up in bed with my laptop, trying to muster the energy to craft a captivating post.
Just as I'm about to hit send, my phone buzzes with an incoming Facetime call. It's my older brother, Quinn, I can't help but smile weakly as his face fills the screen.
"Hey, sis," he greets me, concern evident in his eyes even through the pixelated video feed.
"Hey, Quinn," I croak, my voice betraying how terrible I feel. "Sorry, I look like death warmed over."
He chuckles softly. "You don't look half as bad as you sound. What's going on? You're usually not this out of it."
I sigh, leaning back against the pillows. "I think I caught some bug or something. Been feeling awful all day."
Quinn's expression softens further. "You should be in bed, resting. You're no good to anyone if you're sick."
"I know, I know," I mutter, rolling my eyes. "But there's so much to do, and I can't afford to slack off, especially not now with the big race coming up."
Before Quinn can respond, the door to my bedroom bursts open, and in strides my boyfriend, Lando Norris, his baby-faced features twisted into a frown of worry.
"What are you doing, Y/N?" he demands, crossing the room in quick strides. "You should be resting, not working yourself to the bone."
I shoot him an exasperated look. "I'm fine, Lando, really. Just a little under the weather, that's all."
His gaze softens as he reaches out to brush a lock of hair away from my forehead. "You're burning up," he murmurs, concern evident in his voice.
I swat his hand away weakly. "I'm fine," I repeat stubbornly, ignoring the way the room spins around me.
Quinn watches our exchange with amusement, his lips quirking into a knowing smile. "Looks like you've got your hands full, mate," he teases Lando.
Lando shoots him a grateful look before turning back to me, his expression serious. "Please, Y/N, for me. Just lie down and rest. I'll take care of everything, I promise."
I open my mouth to protest, but the fatigue crashes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me feeling drained and bone-weary. With a defeated sigh, I nod, allowing Lando to coax me back into bed, where he tucks the blankets around me with gentle hands.
"Thank you," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "I'll take care of everything, I promise."
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baby fever
Dawson Mercer x Reader
As I watched Dawson skate effortlessly across the ice, holding his teammate's baby in his strong arms, I couldn't help but feel a tug at my heart. The way he smiled down at the little bundle of joy, his eyes sparkling with adoration, made me realize just how much I wanted to build a future with him.
As he glided towards me, his smile widened upon seeing me watching him. "Hey, babe," he greeted, carefully adjusting the baby in his arms. "Isn't she adorable?"
I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from the scene before me. "She really is. You look so natural holding her."
Dawson chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Maybe it's a sign," he teased, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. "You know, us with a little one of our own someday."
His words sent a jolt of excitement through me, mingled with a hint of nervousness. The idea of starting a family with Dawson had crossed my mind before, but now, in this moment, it felt more real than ever.
As the evening drew to a close and we began our journey home, the image of Dawson holding the baby lingered in my mind. The warmth of his embrace, the tenderness in his touch—it was a glimpse into the future I yearned for.
"Hey, Dawson," I began tentatively, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
"Yeah?" he replied, glancing over at me with a soft smile.
"I was thinking... maybe we should have a baby," I blurted out, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his response.
Dawson's eyes widened in surprise, but a grin slowly spread across his face. "Really?" he breathed, his voice filled with wonder.
I nodded, feeling a rush of relief wash over me. "Yeah. I mean, if you're up for it. I just... I can't shake the feeling that it's something we're meant to do together."
His hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine as he squeezed gently. "I'd love nothing more than to start a family with you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But let's take things one step at a time, okay? We'll figure it out together."
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Call your mom
Based on the Noah Kahan song Call Your Mom
Warning contains talks of mental health
Grab your tissues this is going to be a sad one x
Lando's POV
I glanced over at Y/N, my heart sinking as I saw her sitting on the sofa in my streaming room. She was bouncing her knee anxiously, tears streaming down her cheeks. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her like this, and it always tore me apart.
Oh, you're spiralin' again
The moment right before it ends, you're most afraid of
From the beginning of our relationship, I knew Y/N battled with her mental health. The constant barrage of hate comments, comparisons to her brothers, and the vile death threats she received online seemed to chip away at her resilience. No matter how much love and support I offered, there were moments when it felt like I was helpless to shield her from the cruelty of the world.
I moved closer to her, sitting down beside her on the sofa. Gently, I reached out and brushed away the tears from her cheeks, my heart aching with the need to comfort her.
Don't let this darkness fool you
All lights turned off can be turned on
I sat there with her holding her until she was exhausted from crying, so I picked her up took her to our room and placed her in bed giving her a kiss on the forehead before going to my side of the bed and getting in,
I heard movements at some point during the night but just thought it was our cat until I heard the front door shut, I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed my keys, "she couldn't have gone far" I whispered to myself before releasing she can run fast and far
I jumped in the car quickly started it and pulled out of the driveway, I had her Life 360 open so i could track where she was going and quickly drove to her location
Medicate, meditate, save your soul for Jesus
Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason
Don't wanna drive another mile without knowin' you're breathin'
So, won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?
when I saw her Life 360 location paused my heart pounded with every passing second she knew I would use it so I couldn't find her. The thought of her out there alone, battling her demons in the darkness, filled me with a sense of dread, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
I knew that all lights turned off could be turned on again, but first, I needed to find her and remind her that she was not alone in this fight.
I climbed into my car and drove, the familiar streets blurring together in a haze of desperation and fear. "I'll drive, I'll drive all night," I vowed to myself, determination fueling my every move. I couldn't let her slip away, not now, not ever.
As I rounded a corner, my heart skipped a beat when I saw her silhouette standing alone on the edge of the road. I pulled up beside her, rolling down the window as she turned to face me with tear-stained cheeks and haunted eyes.
"Oh, dear, don't be discouraged," I murmured, the lyrics of the song tumbling from my lips like a prayer. "I've been exactly where you are, and I promise you, it will get better. But first, you need to come home with me."
She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her gaze, but then she nodded slowly as if she had finally found the strength to surrender to the safety of my embrace.
"I'll call your mom," I promised, reaching out to take her hand in mine. "And together, we'll face whatever comes our way, one step at a time."
As we drove back home, the weight of her struggles still heavy in the air between us, I knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult. But with love as our compass and hope as our guide, I was confident that we would find our way through the darkness, together.
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hey everyone...
I've decided I'm going to take a break from writing as I've been getting some hate so I just need some time away from writing
love you all - Astar
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“i know you are lying” with Charles Leclerc x teenage daughter!reader. maybe the reader gets caught underage drinking or something and it leads to a big fight.
Charles Leclerc X teenage daughter!reader
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock on the wall as it ticked away the minutes. It was well past midnight, and every sound seemed to echo louder in the silence of the house. My heart raced with each passing moment, knowing that any minute now, my dad would walk through that door. And when he did, he'd find out the truth. The truth I'd been desperately trying to hide.
I took another sip of water, trying to calm my nerves. But the knot in my stomach only tightened with each passing second. I knew I had messed up big time this time. The party had seemed like a good idea at the time, a chance to hang out with friends and forget about the stress of school for a while. But now, as I sat there, waiting for the inevitable confrontation, I realized just how wrong I had been.
The door creaked open, and I tensed, my heart pounding in my chest. My dad stepped into the kitchen, his expression tired and worn from a long day at work. But as soon as his eyes landed on me, they narrowed, and I knew there was no escaping it now.
"What are you doing up?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with suspicion.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding his gaze. "Just couldn't sleep," I mumbled, hoping he'd buy the lie.
But he didn't. He knew me too well for that.
"I know you're lying," he said, his tone firm.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on me. "Dad, I—" I started, but he held up a hand, cutting me off.
"I got a call tonight," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "From the police."
My heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt sick. I had hoped against hope that nobody would find out, that I could sweep it under the rug and pretend like it never happened. But now, faced with the reality of my actions, I knew there was no escaping it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.
I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze.
"You're underage, y/n," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You shouldn't have been drinking in the first place."
"I know," I whispered, feeling the weight of my mistake bearing down on me.
He sighed again, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I just don't understand why you felt like you had to lie to me," he said, his voice tinged with hurt.
"I didn't want to disappoint you," I admitted, the tears now streaming freely down my cheeks.
He pulled me into a tight hug, and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe everything would be okay. But then reality came crashing back down around me, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult conversation.
"We'll talk about this more in the morning," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the mess I had made. Maybe, just maybe, we could work through this together. But one thing was for certain: I would never forget the look of disappointment in my dad's eyes when he said those four simple words.
"I know you're lying."
#Charles Leclerc X teenage daughter!reader#send in requests#imagines#thanks anon!#charles lecrelc x reader#charles leclerc#formula 1 x reader#formula 1#f1 x reader#dad!charles leclerc
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Prank gone wrong
Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris AU
Me and the other social media girl Cait, sat Lando and Oscar to film a true or dare video for YouTube cait took over the video which I was okay with because I needed a break so I decided to sit behind the camera set up and watch,
The video was going well til Lando thought it was a good idea to prank me, Oscar had asked "call the prettiest girl on your phone" he grinned Lando grabbed his phone out his pocket
I had a smile on my face thinking he was going to call me but soon that smile disappeared when I never felt my phone buzz but I could see Lando on the phone,
I stood up not wanting to make a scene and walked off with tears in my eyes
I retreated to the quiet solitude of my office, my emotions in turmoil. It was then that I remembered my twin brother, Jack. He had always been my confidant, my rock in times of need. Without hesitation, I dialed his number, hoping for some much-needed comfort.
"Hey, sis, what's up?" Jack answered, his voice warm and familiar.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the events of the afternoon. Jack listened patiently, offering words of encouragement and understanding.
"babe it was a prank i swear" he pleaded from outside the door of my office and I knew Jack could hear because I had him on speakerphone
I heard Lando's footsteps slowly fade as he knew I wasn't coming out any time soon
"It's natural to feel hurt when someone you care about seems to overlook you, even if it's just for a joke." Jack's words were like a soothing balm to my wounded heart. At that moment, I realized that my feelings were valid and that it was okay to express them.
Armed with a newfound sense of clarity, I made my way to find Lando, which was easy because Cait had pointed me in the direction of his driver's room. When he saw the tear stains on my cheeks, his expression softened with concern.
"Babe, I'm so sorry," he said, pulling me into a gentle embrace. "I didn't mean to upset you. It was just a silly prank, I swear." Lando spoke pulling me in to give my forehead a light kiss,
I nodded, feeling the weight of my earlier insecurities begin to lift. At that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges came our way, Jack would always be there to help me weather the storm.
#send in requests#imagines#jack hughes#y/n hughes x lando norris#lando norris#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#f1#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n
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@stopsign94 WOULD RATHER PURCHASE BOOKS THAN COME SEE ME THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH
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Stop pretending that you care
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I know you're lying
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*not my gif credits to @yungbludz
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little man
My babies
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Its okay
Jealous roscoe
Sunset walks
Christmas morning
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What’s going on with panthers4ever? She hasn’t been on in ever and I miss her
so she changed her account name its now @zegrass11 and she is back writing fics so go show her some love and support
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“I’m not jealous, it’s just your mine” insta edi with hughes!reader x lando where she gets a bunch of comments from guys and lando gets jealous
Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris
*photo from Pinterest
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lhughes_06 Put some clothes on Jesus
IRL
"Lando, what's wrong?" I asked, noting the subtle shift in his demeanor ever since I posted that photo of myself. His response came curtly, tinged with an uncharacteristic edge, "Nothing, Y/N, just drop it." Yet, the tension in his voice spoke volumes.
Sensing there was more beneath the surface, I pressed gently, "Are you jealous?" The question hung in the air. Lando's denial was swift, but not entirely convincing, "No, I'm not jealous. It's just... you're mine, and I hate it when people comment weird stuff like 'mommy' or anything as if you belong to anyone else."
His words carried a possessiveness that I hadn't encountered before, mingled with a hint of vulnerability. As he spoke, I could sense the insecurity lurking beneath his usually confident exterior.
Moved by his admission, I stepped closer, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. Our embrace spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding that transcended words. And in that shared embrace, we found a moment of respite from the complexities of our feelings, a sanctuary where our connection remained steadfast and unwavering.
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please send in sad requests I'm in my feels and yeah
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"Stop pretending that you care" with Charles Leclerc. Charles always talks about things he's interested in but the second you start talking about things you like he tunes you out. He doesn't seem to care until he see's you visibly upset.
Charles Leclerc x reader
"Stop pretending that you care," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the racing engines echoing in the background.
Charles Leclerc, my childhood friend turned Formula 1 superstar, stood before me, his attention split between the bustling Monaco Grand Prix paddock and his phone screen.
We grew up together, sharing secrets, dreams, and fears. But as Charles climbed the ladder of motorsport success, our bond seemed to unravel like a frayed safety harness. He'd talk endlessly about his latest lap times, podium finishes, or the exhilarating rush of speed, but the second I tried to share my passions, his interest evaporated like tire smoke on a hot track.
I'd try to engage him in conversations about art, literature, or even just the simple joys of life outside the racetrack, but his eyes would glaze over, his mind already speeding off to the next grand prix. It was as if anything that didn't revolve around his career wasn't worth his time or attention.
I watched as he scrolled through his phone, probably checking his social media mentions or responding to messages from fans and sponsors. the neglect of a friendship that once meant the world to me.
"Are you even listening?" I asked, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Charles glanced up, his expression momentarily blank before recognition flickered in his eyes. "Sorry, what were you saying?" he asked, his tone casual, as if my words were inconsequential background noise.
My heart sank, but I forced a smile, masking the hurt that threatened to spill over. "Forget it," I muttered, turning away to hide the tears stinging my eyes.
But Charles must have noticed the tremor in my voice or the way my shoulders slumped with disappointment because suddenly, he was standing in front of me, his phone forgotten in his pocket.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, genuine concern
I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze. "It's nothing," I lied, the bitterness of my own words tasting like ash on my tongue.
"No, it's not nothing," Charles insisted, his hand gentle as he lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Talk to me."
And so, I did. I poured out years of pent-up frustration and hurt, the weight of my unspoken grievances finally finding release in the quiet corners of the paddock. I told him how it felt to always play second fiddle to his racing career, how my own dreams and interests had been relegated to the sidelines, mere footnotes in the story of his success.
To my surprise, Charles listened. Really listened. His eyes softened with understanding, his expression a mixture of regret and remorse. "I had no idea you felt this way," he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt.
#send in requests#imagines#thanks anon!#charles lecrelc x reader#charles leclerc#formula 1 x reader#formula 1#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1
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*not my gif credits @mishaandthebrits
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First day
off-season
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Drive Safely
Meet sissy
eww mom
I'm happy to be back
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