F1 Masterlist

f1 masterlist

🎀=smut ☁=fluff 🧸=angst

charles leclerc

none... yet

lando norris

comfort ☁️🧸

oscar piastri

none... yet

max verstappen

none... yet

daniel ricciardo

none... yet

logan sargent

none... yet

sebastian vettel

none... yet

LANDO NORRIS is the best driver on the grid, or at least you think so. which is why watching the press conference put a hole in your heart.

"um, i think we quite easily had the best car out there today, i just didn't do a good enought job off the line and then that one thing cost me everything" you watched as the interview continued. the british driver was clearly dissapointed with himself, falling just short of the coveted top step because of one decision. the thing making it sting the most, was that this was the second week in a row of the same occurance.

"uh, today we were the quickest, i had the best car out there, and, um, i didnt maxamize it. the start's down to me and doing what i get told and executing that. with a good start we easily would've won." normally you would head straight to the hotel with some other wags to get some drinks and wait for the boys to be done with media, but today you wanted to see lando before you left. as the press conference wrapped up, you waited for himin the hospitality area of mclaren.

the papya man sulked into hospitality, not bothering to lift his head and see you.

"lan!" you called gently. as green eyes met yours, the man's frame visibally relaxed. he opened his hand for you to take, bekoning you towards him. as he walked you towards his driver's room, you studied his features. his jaw tense and eyebrows were low, trying to hide saddened eyes.

it hurt you to see him like this. a month ago he'd be hanging onto you and asking which dress you were going to wear out to celebrate, but now p2 wasn't good enough. to some extent you were happy for him. the car was competitive now, but lando was starting to be so hard on himself if he wasn't perfect during a race.

lando pushed the door to his room open for you, leaving you to plop onto the small bed as he changed. before you could think of what to say to make your boyfriend feel better, he spoke,

"hey, its probably going to be a long one tonight," lando said, uncharistically down, "you can just take my car and i'll uber to the hotel after we're done."

"no i'll just wait for you to be done, it's okay i want to be here"

"baby can you please just take the car?" his eyes clamped shut and he ran a hand through his messy curls, "i really don't have the energy to turn this into a debate." his tone was stiff. it sent chills down your spine that you had never felt before.

"okay," and thats where the conversation ended. the room was silent until lando had to leave for the race debreif. he pecked you on the cheek, said a very quiet, "bye" and strode off. leaving you sat in the small room, wondering if you could say or do anything to make him feel better.

THE HOTEL was quiet without him. you thought about passing some time with the other wags by the bar, but didn't want to be the one to kill their vibe.

walking into the shared room, you beelined straight for the bedroom. stripping off your old outfit, opting into a hoodie and some sweats (courtesy of lando). as you laid in bed scrolling through your phone, your mind dwelled on lando. what could you do to help? make him dinner? have a chat? should you even say anything at all? you were exhausting yourself.

as your thoughts raced, you found it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. eventually succumbing to the desire for sleep, you drifted off.

a hand falling on your shoulder stirred you from your slumber. you opened your eyes to a wet headed lando norris looking down at you.

"hey darling, how was your night?" he sank into bed and you immediately fell into his chest.

"it was alright," you murmmered sleepily, "how was the meeting?"

"fine," he replied sternly. this wasn’t the first time a race had gone poorly for lando of course, however normally he was vocal with you about his feelings. venting about team strategy, his performance, other drivers, tire degradation, the list was endless; which made the silence all the more deafening.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?” he scoffed in return, an extremely unusual response from the brit. as the seconds dragged on, you became less and less sure that you were going to get a real answer, “i get that you’re upset, but-”

“oh you get it?” the driver spat, “you understand the feeling of coming second to max again simply because you are worse. no team strategy to blame or anyone in your way?” he looked at you with expectant eyes, “yeah, i didn’t think s-“

“lan stop,” you cut him off, “this isn’t fair. i was just giving you the opportunity to vent and now you’re talking like it’s my fault. i have no control over how your race goes,” you cupped his cheek, “yes, i love watching you succeed, but i’m not here for a top step, or a signing bonus. i’m here for the dnfs, and the horrible stratigies, and the blown starts,” lando grimaced at the last one, “i want to support you every second, of every hour. so stop barking at me like i’m zak brown and start speaking to me like i’m your girlfriend who just woke up to talk to you.” the driver grinned at your stupid comparison.

“i’m sorry, love,” your boyfriend replied softly, “can i try again?”

“of course lan,” a few beats passed “how was the meeting?”

“it was long and tiring, i think i’ve talked enough racing tonight to last me at least two weeks,” he paused and ran a hand over his face, “i really don’t think i can talk about it anymore though, im sorry darling.”

“don’t apologize, you have nothing to apologize for,” you said calmly, “we can just go to sleep, i’m tired of hearing about it as well”

the driver pulled you close to him and buried his head into your chest. you pulled him in tight, running a hand through his unruly curls and he hummed in response. this was what he needed. no words could calm the thoughts in his head, simply your presence was all he desired.

after a few moments passed, you carefully slid a hand over his face; raising those brown eyes to meet yours, “i’m proud of you lan, always” the boy kissed you sweetly, and with that the two of you finally slept.

A.N: IM SO SORRY!!! starting college has been hectic, but i am semi- settled in so im gonna try to post somewhat regularly. maybe like once a week? but this specific fic was supposed to be posted after the spanish gp i believe but anyways …. tada!!

batfam masterlist

🎀=smut ☁=fluff 🧸=angst

jason todd

jealous 🎀

dick greyson

none... yet

bruce wayne

none... yet

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

Sick

I sniffle, curling into a tighter ball under the covers. My laptop in front of me is the only source of light in the room, as well as my entertainment while I'm coughing my lungs out.

"Yeah, X is still sick. That's why she's not streaming. She's in here as a mod, though, I think. Are you, X?" I reach out, typing with one hand. 'im here'

"They're still sick?" Puffer's voice joins the mix. "It's been a week now."

"Yeah," Max says, "she's feeling pretty shitty."

'tell puff boy not to worry about me' I type 'im fine'

"You're not fine," he argues. "Puffer, she says not to worry too much."

"X, take better care of yourself." The worried tone in his voice shines through the monotonous drawl. With another cough, I roll out of bed and wander down the hall to Max's office and walk in. He turns around as I do so, frowning.

"You should be resting right now, what are you doing?" 

Rather than answer, I pull his headset off and put it on my own ears and get close to his mic, half leaning on his desk.

"Shut up, Puffer, I'm fine."

"Woah, you sound like a smoker. Are you okay?" Chat fills with similar sentiment, making me scowl. "Is it just a cold?"

"I think mild laryngitis. I had no voice at all yesterday," I rasp. "I'm fine, though, don't worry."

"X-"

"'Kay, that's all. Later, I'm sitting down." I hand Max his headset and do exactly that, plopping down on the floor next to him, leaning my head against his leg. From my vantage, I can see parts of his monitors and notice that his cam can see the top part of my head.

"No she's sitting on the floor next to me. X, Puffer says go back to bed. So do I." I hum in disagreement and stay where I am, closing my eyes. "Alright, hang on, I'm muting for a second."

There's a few clicks and the sound of him placing his headset on the desk and then his hand is on my head, lightly musing my hair.

"X, come on, you gotta get back to bed. You can stay in as a mod but you need to be resting."

"I am resting," I argue.

"You know what I mean." I tilt my head to look at him, frowning. His brow is creased as he looks down at me, worry pulling at his face.

"I feel lonely," I admit. "You know how I am when I don't feel good."

"I know." His voice is gentle, as is his hand as it slides down to cup my cheek. "I won't be streaming for too much longer, okay? For now go back to bed."

I go to say something but end up in a coughing fit that has me doubled over, hacking into my crossed legs. His hand presses gently into the top of my spine to comfort me until I can breathe normally again. 

"X, please, go back to bed. I'll only be live for another half hour or so, okay?"

"Okay." He helps me to my feet and walks me down the hall to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed and covering me with the blankets again. "I'll be back soon."

He kisses my forehead before walking back to his office. As he's settling back in, I read chat. A lot of them are calling us cute while others are wishing me well. There's a couple who want to be trolls and are making fun of me for being sick but I give them warning mutes. Max sees one that I miss, though, and gets mad fast.

"Hey, if you wanna make fun of me do it. I know X doesn't really care if you make fun of her either, but don't be a shit about us being together. You're fucking banned and I'm doing it myself." I haven't heard him this pissed at someone in chat since a few months ago when a couple people wanted to make creepy comments on my body when I was wearing a cropped sweater and sweats. "I know some of you think you know what's best for us but you don't so shut the fuck up and leave us alone."

His protectiveness over me always makes me smile, even if I don't like what triggers it. 

Suddenly, chat is a lot faster. Most of what I can read is people telling Max to pop off and telling others to leave us alone or defending our happiness. I ban a few trolls myself, not even bothering to give warnings. 

"Puffer, I'm getting off in 30," he says.

"Aw, do you need to take care of the baby?" Immediately, I open a different Twitch tab, albeit muted, and get into Puffer's chat. Where I'm also a mod. 'shut the fuck up puff boy'

"She's not a-"

"Hey! Get outta my chat you fuckin' rat!" I giggle a little before typing again. 

'make me. im a mod bitch'

"X, you better not be bullying Puffer in his chat."

"She is. I'm gonna ban her."

"Don't ban her."

"She's being annoying. Maybe I should."

"You'll be down a mod." There's a moment of silent deliberation before Max jumps back in. "And she's on cold meds right now. You know how she gets when she's on cold meds."

Puffer lets out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. You're safe for now, X. But get out of my chat and go sleep."

I close his stream and go back to Max's, watching people celebrate my non-ban in Puffer's chat. Soon, I see spam of a clip link. I click it, filled with curiosity.

It's the moment of Max playing with my hair and cupping my face as I sat on the floor beside him. You can just see it with my positioning and the tilt of my head. Heat rushes my face as I click back on the stream. 

Chat flies by in a flurry, a lot of hearts and coos and calling us cute. Some of them even label it as "relationship goals." Max is too absorbed in the game and his conversation with Puffer to notice. I'm silently thankful for that, especially as the clip fades away and the conversation switches to the game again.

For the next twenty minutes all is calm. Max gets off the call with Puffer to do his ending, talking to chat for a little. I'm half asleep as I monitor chat until I see the link again.

"Oh, new clips?" Before I can say anything, Max clicks it and shows his whole stream. Chat explodes into their fawning again while Max just stares at it, letting it play a couple times. 

One would take the reaction as shock, but I see the small smile on his face. I don't blame him. It's a rare clip of me I actually truly enjoy.

hi and welcome to my blog !! i've always had an interest in writing for some of the fandoms im a part of, but never had the dedication to write a full book... so i'm hoping this will work out for me!

who do i write for? (all titles link to masterlists)

f1: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, logan sargeant, sebastian vettel

youtubers: grizzy, pezzy, droid, smii7y, swaggersouls,

batfam: jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne

harry potter: draco malfoy, blaise zabini

requests?

yes!! 100% yes, all the time and always!! you can submit any reqs here