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Why would you do this...
When Taylor Swift sang "give me something that'll hunt me when you're not around", did she know she was singing about the most gut wrenching brocedes fic ever that depicts Lewis nostalgic longing while cutting your hear into pieces as he watches the happy and healthy lestappen marriage and makes him think what went so wrong?
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Oh to run fingers through those curls
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Messing about at work for the past decade 👬
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Kill me five times, God fucking damn it! Again?
Kill me once, shame on you.
Kill me twice, how did you did that.
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"Angel"
Lestappen
•Charles helps Max heal wounds
•tags: hurt comfort, fluff, kisses, Max has anger issues, Jos Verstappen the ultimate villain, Aussie gp
•tw: cuts, blood, breaking things.
•wordcount: 1.2k
Max DNFing in Australia obviously wasn't his fault, but his father didn't think so. Max's raging shouts at his phone was scaring Charles. He was fine in the paddock after the race had finished but when Charles saw his dad's name on his phone screen now that they were in their hotel room, he knew a storm was coming. Charles didn't think it would be this bad. An argument about a simple engineering mistake had ricocheted into how Max is ignorant and should pay attention to how he makes his life choices.
Max's pale skin had turned red with anger and his voice kept breaking from the shouts. Charles didn't know what to do. He decided to wait until it was over. What was he going to do? Go to him, rip his phone off of his hands and curse at his father whom didn't even know they were in a relationship? Charles may have called himself stupid several times, but he wasn't that stupid.
He heard glass breaking and almost ran to the room, but his angry boyfriend's voice stopped him,
"...and if you're so sad about how I turned out you can go take a good hard look at the mirror."
Charles heard Max throw his phone to the ground in the other room. He decided to wait a couple more minutes before he could go to him to let him collect himself and calm down.
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Charles's "Maxy love?" mixed with the sound of the door creaking open. There Max was, sitting on their bed with his back to the door, squeezing his forehead with his palms. Blood was running down one of his wrists and had stained his tear covered cheek.
Charles moved towards him through the shards of glass and what was left of his phone, trying not to cut himself on them and kneeled infront of his quietly sobbing boyfriend, approaching him very slowly,
"Hey baby, hey." Charles's cautious hand moved to Max's thigh. He knew he had to be gentle with him and take it slow. He had learned after this long that angry Max could say or do things he didn't mean and he just needed time and someone to trust.
Max's tiny sniff made Charles's heart ache. He didn't deserve this.
"It's all good now, it's over love." He calmly traced the line of blood on Max's hand, careful not to touch a wound. "Show me where you're bleeding baby, let me help."
Max's body was stiff, on edge. Charles kept moving his hand up, stroking Max's forearm, letting him ease into his touch. "Let me see that hand darling. May I?"
Max sniffed again and showed his cut palm to his concerned boyfriend's face with a tiny "I'm sorry-" that was cut off by Charles.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Just an accident."
Charles examined his open wound, deep down worried but kept calm on the surface not to scare Max. It was a deep cut, Max's red running blood was hiding where the actual source was.
"It's nothing. I'll go get something to clean this okay? Wait here."
Charles tried running to the bathroom in a speed that wouldn't alarm Max.
He was sitting in the same exact position when Charles came back with towels and a first aid kit. At least he wasn't crying anymore.
"To stop the bleeding," Charles sat next to Max on the bed, the first aid kit between them, "you have to apply pressure. As far as I know."
He took Max's hand to turn his palm up, and put the towel on it, turning the white of the towel an immediate red, "squeeze."
Max listened with no hesitation and no words. Looking down like he was ashamed of what he had done, all the while trying to hide his face from Charles. He knew anger wasn't a good look on him.
Charles took out the bandaids and gause in silence.
"Okay while we are waiting for that to stop I'll ask you you favorite question." Charles kept testing the waters, seeing if joking was the correct move to help Max get better, "Want to talk about it?"
A faded smile showed up on Max's face, but he nodded "no". Still not looking up.
Charles was now cleaning the half dried blood off of his arm, cursing his dad in his head.
"You know you can always talk to me about it. I won't judge." And he reached for Max's face to wipe the blood on his cheek; keeping the warm damp towel a little longer on his face to help him feel better.
After Max's skin was clean, Charles continued to remove the towel so that he could bandage the wound. It was right in the middle of Max's palm, showing the glass had been broken while he was holding it. Charles had to check for glass shards. Luckily there were none.
Max squinted at the pain and pulled his hand back, "I got it." He spoke for the first time in a long while.
Charles wasn't going to let his boyrfriend's shaky hands patch themselves up. He pulled Max's hand to himself once more, holding it in an assuring grip, and continued to do what he was.
"It's not a bad thing to let your feelings out. Piling them up can make you feel really heavy." Charles whispered in a confident tone, "and heavier the weight, slower we will move forward."
Max didn't reply. He didn't know what to say.
"That's it now." Charles said as he tied the last knot on the bandaid. Seeing Max quiet and pouty wasn't a sight he'd see often, and he didn't like it. He wanted to make him feel better and smile at him again.
Charles lifted his hand to Max's chin, raising it so that he would look him back in the eyes, "you're gonna be just fine, baby. You will be just fine."
Max looked into Charles's eyes. The green mesmerized him. His voice made him calm. His smile comforted him. It was everything he needed. He didn't need his dad voicing worthless opinions about his life. He didn't have to handle all this extra stress.
Max felt braver, less guilty. He got closer to Charles, the first aid kit was still laying open between them. Max didn't care. He proceeded to move forward. Careful not to hurt his wounded hand, he lead Charles toward the headboard. Charles let him get on top of him. No words were being exchanged, only movements.
Max moved until Charles was fully laying down under him. He then got closer, kissing him gently. Charles's lips arched into a smile, his eyes wrinkling with joy. Max kissed him more, "Angel." He whispered, pressing his forehead to the man who loved him when he didn't love himself. The man who took care of him when he was disconnected. The man who had stayed.
Charles lifted his face to reach Max's lips. The kiss echoed the room.
"Angel." Max kissed Charles again, and again, and again.
This was all he wanted, all he needed.
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Can you make a master list please?
Hi
I wanted to post a couple more and then do a master list since I've only written 4 one shots But ask and you shall receive I'll do it in a short while💜
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Pacify Her
Lando Norris x reader
•Tags: smut, toxic Lando, hate-fuck, makeup sex
•Loosely based on a song by Melanie Martinez with the same title.
•Wordcount: 1.6k
It was unbearable how Lando squeezed this new girl's thigh and whispered in her ear. You knew it was to make you jealous, he was a tease even more when you two were in a relationship. You had really bad arguments that let to the decision of splitting, but since you didn't want to break up the friend group, you agreed to just say the relationship ended on good terms and decided to be friends which was a total lie and both of you knew it.
Now, only a couple months after everything, Lando had shown up with a new "girlfriend" which drove you absolutely mad how uncouth he could be. Bringing this girl in your group out of the blue fully knowing that neither you nor himself had moved on from that deep, long term thing you had.
She looked at you like she wanted to be your friend and get your validation so bad. You didn't know if Lando had told her you were his ex. He didn't even dare mention it when he was introducing her. You automatically hated her, although her big brown eyes seemed lovely and innocent. She didn't have a clue what she had gotten herself into. You pitied her cluelessness.
You noticed Lando's griny glances at you, he kept making sure you were looking before each kiss he left on her cheek. The bastard had all his moves coordinated and planned but you had been with him for too long not to see right through his facade.
You were at your limit, who was he to inflict this hurt on you after all that he had done?
Rage made your body dense as you walked towards Lando's house the night after, when you made sure nobody else was with him. His Friday nights had always been free on purpose to sleep until noon, game, and sleep again. You remember trying to wake him up for lunch and he was dead asleep because he had stayed awake to play with friends.
You rang and he buzzed the door open without asking. Walking towards the stairs you noticed the rose garden you had planted in a corner. The thought of Lando's face after a thorn had poked him in the arm and how he treated the flowers as his enemies forced your lips into a fainted smile. You hated that his memories made you happy. You hated it was him you had those memories with.
You pushed the thoughts away and tried to focus on why you were here. Lando opened the door, a confused look on his face, "y/n? What is it why are you here?"
"We need to talk." And you stormed in.
"Please come in, make yourself comfortable." The sarcasm in his voice was familiar, and now that you weren't in love with him, infuriating.
"Want to talk about what?"
"About how you're being such an asshole."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't act like this Lando I know you did those things on purpose."
"Damn I don't know what you're talking about." He kept his sarcastic tone. You hated it.
You pushed his chest back in anger, "stop playing with me. You know damn well this girl you keep bringing is just a doll to mess with my head."
Lando smiled as if he had been expecting these words from you.
"This is way too low, even for you Lando."
"Everyone thinks we're friends, why can't friends introduce their new girlfriends to their other friends?"
"I'm not everyone. I know this is a lie stop trying to make it sound casual."
"What do you expect me to do? Stay single until you're over me?"
"Yes!" The loud sound that exited your mouth surprised you as it did Lando. You never planned to sound weak or needy. You just wanted to get closure, "look. I'm not trying to control your life or whatever, but what you're doing to make me jealous is messy and fucking pathetic. Fix it. Goodbye." And you started walking towards the door.
"Well did it work?" Lando's voice stopped you. He sounded sort of genuine for the first time in months.
You kept silent and still, wondering what to answer. Turning around to face him you said, "well do you love her?"
"Of course I do. She's very real."
You took one step closer, "stop lying."
Lando took a step closer to you, "stop being jealous."
You took one more step, "she looks way too innocent for you. I pity her."
Lando took another step , "I can teach her."
-"Funny."
-"I know."
-"You're insufferable."
-"I know."
Silence.
Now you were only one step away from eachother. Only one breath. You were mad at him and the tension felt heavy in the air as the sun was halfway set. His eyes looked crazy blue in the last golden rays of sunshine coming in fron his big windows. His face stingy and lips so soft it made you even more angry at him.
Your self control was getting shaky and you felt it shatter when Lando swinged his arms up to hold your face to kiss you deeply on the lips.
You squeezed your hand on his arm in protest to rip him off of you before it was too late but he was desperate.
He kept kissing you harder and harder like you gave him air to breathe.
You hated this. You hated the way his body pulled you in and you hated how it felt so good. He knew his way with you. Every single button, all the nooks and crannies.
You finally eased into the kiss, letting go of Lando's hoodie that was balled up in your fist and started to kiss him back.
His hands unzipped your sweatshirt and pulled it off your arms as soon as he felt that you wanted this as well. You let him. He slipped his hand under your tshirt, pinching your belly, messaging your back.
You let out a heavy exhale.
"I missed you." He whispered into your mouth, putting his lips on yours before you could say anything back.
Lando's hands moved down to your jeans but you held onto his hand to prevent him from going on. He stopped kissing you.
It was all too much for you and you hated him for being so good at this. You stared dead into his eyes, knowing full well that you were helpless, and said, "you fucking bastard."
He giggled when you pressed your debating lips on his again.
You let him kiss your lips, your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, your belly. You let him get down on his knees for you, between your legs.
His wet tongue on you made you jump in a surprising pleasure. The tip of his tongue moving in circular motions, in search of the place that made you moan the loudest. You tried fighting the sensation but failed miserably when he raised his finger to your entrance, messaging and warning about what's to come.
The moan that left your lips after he pushed his finger inside you was involuntary. You could feel Lando smiling on your pussy with the sound. He kept moving his tongue with your hand in his curls; pumping his finger and pulling moans out of you until you felt like you could take it no more. That's when Lando pulled his now soaked finger out and stood up, Leaving you clenching around nothing.
He faced you again to continue his kisses; you could taste yourself on his lips as he took off your tshirt and your bra, leaving you completely naked in the middle of the house. He looked at you once more before taking off his own hoodie you've been pulling on to get rid of since the start, he turned you around and got closer. His bulge rubbing against your butt from under his sweatpants.
"You're so pretty." He whispered into your ear, "wait here okay?"
You turned around to see him almost run to his bedroom to get condoms and you got a chance to take a look at his smooth, tan skin as he walked back.
Lando kissed you shoulder and your back as he slowly bent you over the handle of the couch. Messaging your body as he bent on you to let you feel his skin, his pants were off, your could feel his hard dick against the back of your leg. He adjusted himself on you and pushed in. You weren't hesitant to moan anymore. His length inside you was a familiar sensation of pleasure after this long. He was all you needed.
Lando started pumping deeper into you, making you feel fully stretched. You could hear his little groans and exhales when he grabbed your neck to make you arch your back more, pulling your head towards his mouth. "I bet nobody fucked you like this since I was gone." And he started moving faster. You pushed back your body into his, blurring the lines infront of your eyes.
You came within seconds after that.
He pulled out of you. You turned around quickly, grabbed his shoulders and lead him to the couch to sit down.
"Could you ever teach her this?"
And you climbed on top of him, each leg on each side. Leading his still erect dick to your hole and pushing down on him. Lando threw his head back with a moan. You took his hands and put them on your ass. He squeezed his hands with every movement you made.
You started kissing under his ear, where you knew he was sensitive. Moans started turning into whimpers and he started pushing up his legs towards you. You both moved faster as you reached your high. You nails dug into Lando's shoulder and his hands tight around your back when you both came and you collapsed into his arms.
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"What a stupid decision." You said through your panting and you both giggled since you knew you were going to make more.
(This is the first time I'm posting a smut one shot online sorry if it's short or lacking♡)
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando x reader#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#lando norris smut#f1 smut
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Advice for writing relationships
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For the Lestappen girlies that need a wallpaper :3
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he was sunshine, I was midnight rain
Charles Leclerc | Scuderia Ferrari & Max Verstappen | Red Bull ❤️💙
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Someone PLEASE make a lestappen edit with Set fire to the rain by Adele.
The Sun of Maranello
and The Rain of Milton Keynes
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Some tips for using a few words to describe voices:
1. Tone Words: Use tone words to convey the emotional quality of a voice. For example, you can describe a voice as "melodic," "soothing," "sharp," "gentle," or "commanding" to give readers a sense of the tone.
2. Pitch and Range: Mention the pitch and range of the voice. Is it "deep," "high-pitched," "raspy," or "full-bodied"? This can provide insight into the character's age, gender, or emotional state.
3. Accent and Diction: Describe the character's accent or diction briefly to give a sense of their background or cultural influences. For instance, "British-accented," "Southern drawl," or "formal."
4. Volume: Mention the volume of the voice, whether it's "whispering," "booming," "murmuring," or "hushed."
5. Quality: Use terms like "velvet," "silken," "gravelly," "honeyed," or "crisp" to convey the texture or quality of the voice.
6. Rate of Speech: Describe how fast or slow the character speaks, using words like "rapid," "slurred," "measured," or "rambling."
7. Mood or Emotion: Indicate the mood or emotion carried by the voice. For example, a "quivering" voice may convey fear or anxiety, while a "warm" voice may express comfort and reassurance.
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9. Timbre: Mention the timbre of the voice, using words like "rich," "thin," "clear," or "smoky."
10. Cadence: Highlight the rhythm or cadence of speech with descriptors like "staccato," "lilting," "rhythmic," or "halting."
11. Intonation: Convey the character's intonation by saying their voice is "sarcastic," "apologetic," "confident," or "questioning."
12. Vocal Characteristics: If applicable, mention unique vocal characteristics, like a "lisp," "stutter," "drawl," or "accented 'r'."
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Blanket Warm
Lando Norris x F1 academy driver reader
Wordcount: 1k
Tags: fluff
•in which you become unwell after a racing accident and Lando is determined to take care of you.
"Two weeks off the track. Start physiotherapy on week two, then come back to see me. Hopefully you'll be back to racing in no time." The team's doctor smiled and handed you your prescription, along with a paper that said you had to rest and weren't in a condition to race.
Now you were at home all day, trying to keep yourself busy but there wasn't much to be done. Only if you'd been more careful during testing for the F1 academy. The crash wasn't that hard and it didn't ruin the car's livery much, but it sent it spinning several times to finally hit the wall, causing you to strain a neck muscle quite hard. You were okay during the check up, but how you tumbled around whith every step after getting out of bed the next morning scared you.
Lando, who had ran after you to keep you from falling, insisted to drive you to the doctor when the dizziness didn't get better after a couple of hours like you had said to convince him it's nothing. So there you were, having nowhere to go and nothing to do. Thankfully the F1 season hadn't started yet, so you and Lando had the house all to yourself after the briefing session he had to attend. Except, this was no regular holiday.
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"No no, you need to sit down." Lando told you as he pulled you to the couch when he saw you stumbling while trying to make dinner. "I'll take care of things."
"Lando you can't cook" you smiled sarcastically, "I can do it."
Lando gave you a sassy side eye, "what did you say?"
"Well can you? Cook?"
He stood in a defeated silence and finally replied "okay I can't. But I can carry myself. I've got the internet and everything."
You sighed in disagreement.
"Come on babe. I am not letting you do anything. I may not be able to cook but no offence, you're not able to stand straight."
You bit the inside of your cheeks to hide your laughter.
"If you want to get better and go back soon, you have to listen to the doctor."
He waited and stared at you until you agreed. You couldn't resist those ocean blue puppy eyes anyway. And he was correct.
"Alright." You sighed, "but I will sit in the kitchen and tell you what to do."
"Oh no you won't." Lando stood up and pulled your arm to himself, threw it over his shoulder and lifted your body off the couch like firemen do; Making you squeak in surprise, "you're not doing anything but rest sweetheart. Let's get you to bed."
He finally put you on the bed, tucked you in, and you could tell moving you up the stairs was a little bit of a workout for his tiny, F1 driver arms. He didn't complain and you didn't either. It made your heart warm to see how he cared about your well being and the lengths he would go to to make sure you were alright. You were willing to do the same for him any day.
"Get some more sleep. I'll come and wake you up when everything's ready okay?"
Lando responded to your under breath "whatever you say" with a kiss on the forehead and left you to the silence of the room.
When you woke up two hours later, the smell of fried beef and cheese had came up all the way to your room. Surprisingly, it didn't smell as if something was burned or nasty.
Lando walked in all of a sudden with a big tray, pushing the door open with his back,
"Oh shit you're awake." He went right back out, making you laugh.
He came back empty handed and stood right next to your bed.
"Madam..." he helped you sit up eventhough you were capable of doing so yourself. Your head wasn't that dizzy but he still wanted to make sure everything is well.
Lando, who had wrapped a napkin around his waist stood infront of you like a waiter, "now that you are awake my dear lady, dinner will be served." He went back out and grabbed the tray he had left on the floor.
"I couldn't do a longer intro I was afraid it would get cold." And he put the tray on the bed beside you. He had made lasagna.
"Oh wow. Very well executed sir." You wanted to go along with the theme he started.
"Than you madam. Hopefully you'll like it. First..." he handed you the wet towel he had brought. He knew you hated eating before washing your hands and face after you wake up.
"Let's see." You lifted your fork and started slicing the piece.
"Hmmm, this is great Lando."
He smiled with satisfaction. You had never complimented him on his cooking before.
"It's a bit salty to be fair but how the hell did you do this?"
"My mom, a really long video call, many many dirty dishes and one broken one."
You smiled. It was the best you could ask for. Your boyfriend who cares for you, your house you could rest in, and so much comfort. Your life had been passing on such a fast track lately that you couldn't step back to appreciate the little things that were yours. This injury, how frustrating it was, had made you realize how grateful you are for the people who love you.
"What about you?" You said with you mouth half full.
"Oh I have tasted everything so many damn times I am completely full. No no really, that's all yours. My mom kept asking me to describe the taste for her like it's a competition."
You laughed "Well. I think you have won."
"I don't think you would say that if you saw what's going on downstairs."
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The next 10 days went by really quickly. You were trying to get better and Lando was doing his best to keep your dizzy head entertained.
He would help you get dressed, tie your shoes, brush your hair and sit down on the couch to watch a movie with you. He would make you hot chocolate and give you your medication; and when the physiotherapy was due, he would message your neck gently like the doctor had taught him. He kept making you food and finally agreed to get some help from you when he almost burned down the kitchen.
And all he replied when you thanked him was "anything for my girl."
You finally reached full recovery a little sooner than two weeks. The doctor told you "everything seems in place. You must've had quite a good rest."
"I had a good care taker." You replied, looking at your boyfriend with a loving smile.
He really, really was one.
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