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welcome to my masterlist! you can find all of my works as of now under the cut, and here's a masterlist key to help you navigate your way through!

masterlist key: — social media au - ✧ — fic - ✶ — drabbles - ✫ — headcanons - ᕯ

MAX VERSTAPPEN (MV1)

fuck being underrated ✧ : the one where Max is dating his team principal's daugther, who happens to be the hottest model of the year.

third time's the charm ✧ : the one where you are there to celebrate Max winning his third title, and the whole world is there to witness it.

two sides of the same coin ✶ : the one where you try to convince yourself that you're not falling for your teammate, but can't help it when you realise that he is not that different from you after all.

beach read ✶ : the one where you and Max go on a holiday for the first time, and you realize just how much you love 'Vacation Max'.

viva las vegas (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Max celebrate his win in a way you’ve never done before. [minors dni!]

prison for life ✶ : the one where if anybody hurts you, Max is going to prison for life.

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

how you get the girl ✶ : the one where you and your boyfriend Charles attend a gala for a friend and run into Harry Styles – who happens to be your ex.

in my lover era! ✧ : the one where Charles becomes a Swiftie because of his girlfriend.

like real people do (+18) ✶ : the one where you are having sex with your boyfriend, Charles, for the first time but he wants everything to be perfect for you. [minors dni!]

you'll change your name or change your mind ✶ : the one where you find your way back home, even if the journey takes longer than you think.

this is a relationship, that i don't think anyone saw coming ✶ : the one where you and Charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled.

the name game ✶ : the one where you and Charles try to get through one of the first hardships of parenthood.

lean on you ✶ : the one where you learn to lean on Charles more than you thought you ever could.

red, white, blue's in the sky ✧ : the one where Charles has an olympian girlfriend.

T.G.I.F ✶ : the one where writing your thesis is harder than you think, but Charles is here to help you through all of it.

pon de replay (+18) ✶ : the one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him. [minors dni!]

the smallest man who ever lived ✶ : the one where you’re thrown into a conundrum when you learn the news of your husband, Charles’, infidelity.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

DANIEL RICCIARDO (DR3)

nonesense ✧ : the one where you and Daniel fall in love with a song, so you must share it with the whole internet.

girl crush ✶ : the one where both you and Daniel meet your celebrity crushes in the course of a weekend, and decide to give it a go.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

redbull gives you wings ✧ : the one where red bull brings together people, again..

LANDO NORRIS (LN4)

good riddance ✧ : the one where internet discovers that Lando's girlfriend is a singer, who happens to be on a world tour.

short stack ✧ : the one where the internet is obsessed about the height difference between you and your boyfriend, Lando.

déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) ✶ : the one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

bad idea right? ✶ : the one where seeing Lando tonight is a bad idea, right?

greedy ✧ : the one where lando finds a certain singer cute.

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar ✶ : the one where Mick is dating Seb's eldest daughter, but forgets to mention this to his mentor and close friend. another problem? he can't seem to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

heartbreak hotel ✧ : the one where you run into your ex, Mick, at Las Vegas, and chaos ensues.

ARTHUR LECLERC (AL12)

baby honey ✶ : the one where Arthur swear he's not thinking about you, his best friend, all the time – just today, yesterday, and tomorrow night.

LEWIS HAMILTON (LH44)

eight words when i think about us (+18) ✶ : the one where Coachella has both you and Lewis high on each other. [minors dni!]

he's a genius ('cause he loves a woman like her) ✧ : the one where you and Lewis (attempt to) soft launch your relationship.

hot girls support 44 ✫ : the one where your husband realises that you are, indeed, his number one fan.

what you do to me (+18) ✶ : the one where Lewis returns home to you – the one thing he desperately wants, but won't let himself have completely. [minors dni!]

partition (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Lewis are stuck in traffic in Paris, and decide to make the most of the situation. [minors dni!]

PIERRE GASLY (PG10)

feather ✶ : the one where Pierre is the one left mourning after your relationship ends.

all around the world (pretty girls) ✧ : the one where the internet finds out about you and Pierre's relationship.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

the lusty month of may (+18) ✶ : the one where it's that darling month when everyone throws self-control away, and you and Carlos decide to do a wretched thing – or two. [minors dni!]

mr.big ✧ : the one where there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, your boyfriend, Carlos.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

LANCE STROLL (LS18)

kiss it better ✶: the one where a crazy idea turns out to be the best possible thing for you and Lance.

©𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌.

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Paul Mescal crashes Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz interview at Gladiator II premiere

MY KINDA CRAZY | LN4

an: i was listening to do re mi by blackbear and i was just thinking about the concept of lando dating a driver who is just straight up insane but that's their dynamic.

wc: 3.4k

Lando was lounging in his gaming chair, half-focused on his Quadrant stream, when he heard the sound of glass shattering in the distance. His gaze flickered, eyebrows furrowing as the noise registered. He glanced toward his mates on-screen, catching a few laughs over the headset.

“What was that?” Max asked.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned back, glancing over his shoulder toward the window. “Hang on a sec.” He muted his mic, got up and moved toward the source of the commotion.

He reached the edge of the window and peered outside—and there she was, standing beside his brand new black Ferrari, one of his precious golf clubs in hand, bringing it down on the windscreen with a satisfying crack. She looked wild-eyed, fearless, like she belonged right there, shattering his world with a smirk on her face.

He didn’t even have to look at the monitor to know his friends were watching his expression. After a pause, he unmuted the mic. “Uh, guys,” he said, exhaling a laugh. “I’ll be back in five.”

“Is that…?” Steven started. The rest fell into stunned silence, disbelief etched across their voices as he nodded, trying to suppress a grin.

“Bro, are you serious? You need to cut her off,” he heard Ethan say, as the sound of glass crunched through his headset again. They’re trying to talk him out of it, telling him how crazy this is, how she’s crazy. But he knows the truth—that they’re just as bad as each other, and he can’t imagine it any other way.

“I got it handled,” he assured them, already making his way downstairs. 

Lando stepped into the lobby, where the apartment security guards were trying—without much success—to talk her down. One of them looked up at him, relief flashing across his face. “Sir, do you want us to call the police? We’ll get her to leave.”

But he just shook his head, giving them a grin. “Nah. I’ll deal with her.”

Striding out, he reached her, catching her wrist just as she raised the golf club for another swing. She froze, looking up at him, and he could see the fire in her eyes, the way she was daring him to react.

He just grinned, leaning in close enough that she could feel his breath brush her cheek. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped an arm around her waist and, in one swift motion, lifted her up and slinged her over his shoulder. She let out a yelp, then an indignant laugh, smacking his back with the flat of her hand.

“Put me down, you cunt!” she demanded, but there was a thrill in her voice he knew too well.

“Are you done having your moment, sweetheart?” Lando murmured, a teasing edge in his tone. He could feel her bristle, and could almost hear the smirk in her voice when she muttered, “Maybe.”

As he walked back inside, her breathless laughter filling the air, he slid his hand up the back of her thigh, just to hear her gasp. She wriggled against his shoulder, trying to hide the way her body was reacting, but he felt it—felt her melt under his touch, even as she clung to her defiance.

Once they were back inside, he let her down slowly, pressing her back against the wall. She glared up at him, but it was a look laced with something darker, something that has his pulse thrumming. He caged her in with his arms, leaning close enough to feel the heat radiating off her.

“You really thought that was gonna get a reaction out of me?” he murmured, voice low, teasing. She smirked, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Oh, it got a reaction,” she whispered, her fingers sliding down to his belt, tugging him closer.

For a moment, there was just the sound of their breaths, mingling in the charged air between them. Then he closed the gap, capturing her lips in a kiss that was hard and demanding, like they were daring each other to go further. She kissed him back fiercely, her hands twisting into his shirt, holding him as close as possible.

When they broke apart, breathless, he pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “Next time, try not to break the Ferrari.”

She grinned, unrepentant. “Can’t make any promises.”

She stepped through the bathroom door, expecting things to be exactly where she left them. Instead, her eyes widen as she notices the vanity—completely empty, wiped clean. Her makeup, all of it, is gone.

She dropped her phone on the floor, her jaw tightening as she stormed through the apartment, finally finding Lando lounging on the sofa, casually scrolling through his phone as if nothing’s amiss.

“You didn’t,” she hissed, fists clenched at her sides. Lando looked up slowly, meeting her glare with an infuriatingly calm expression, one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, I did,” he said, tossing his phone aside and stretching his arms across the back of the sofa. “Figured you might like a fresh start. Maybe if you didn’t wear all that makeup, you wouldn’t be getting so much attention.”

Her hands balled into fists, but she didn’t look away. He watched the spark ignite in her eyes, that unmistakable fire that was both thrilling and a little dangerous. She took a slow step toward him, a mocking smile spreading across her face.

“You’re insane,” she said, voice low and deadly, but he only grinned, watching her like he was daring her to do something about it.

“Yeah?” Lando replied, leaning back and looking her over with a smirk. “But you go wild for it.”

She stalked closer, moving to stand over him, her hands braced on either side of his shoulders, forcing him to look up at her. Her voice dropped, almost a whisper. “That was my stuff, and you don’t get to decide what I wear.”

He let out a low laugh, his gaze unwavering as he reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering just a bit too long. “Then stop trying to get my attention by looking at every other guy,” he murmured, his voice soft but dangerous, his hand trailing down the side of her face, fingers brushing along her jawline.

“You think I’m looking at anyone else?” she breathed, leaning in close enough that her lips grazed his, teasing. Her hands slid up his chest, clutching his shirt as she lowered herself to straddle him, trapping him in place. “Trust me, sweetheart, when I want someone’s attention, I get it.”

Lando felt her heartbeat against his chest, fast and unsteady, betraying the anger simmering just under the surface. He grinned, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush together. His voice dropped down to a whisper, low and possessive. “Then prove it.”

She didn’t hesitate, her mouth crashing into his, all sharp teeth and rough edges, like she was determined to make him regret it. He returned the kiss with equal intensity, his grip tightening as he pulled her in deeper, like he was staking his own claim. They were tangled together, her hands gripping his hair as he pressed her closer, their breaths mingling in a haze of frustration and heat.

When they finally pulled back, gasping for air, Lando smirked, brushing his thumb over her swollen lip. “See? Much better.”

When Lando walked in, the first thing he noticed was a mess of fabric strewn across the floor of the living room. The second? That familiar, smug defiance hanging in the air. His designer shirts—one after another—were lying in a pile, each one sliced clean through.

He let out a low, dark laugh, shaking his head as he picked up a piece of ruined silk. Of course she did this. Of course.

He followed the trail of destruction down the hall, where he found her sprawled on their bed, scrolling through her phone as if nothing was out of the ordinary. In her other hand, she was twirling a pair of scissors, the blade glinting as it caught the light.

He cleared his throat, and she glanced up, that innocent look in her eyes that he knew all too well. It was the look she gave right before she said something that’ll push every one of his buttons.

“Something wrong?” she asked, the corner of her mouth quirked up in a satisfied little smirk.

He stepped closer, holding up the tattered remains of one of his favourite shirts. “Oh, nothing,” he drawled, letting the fabric slip from his fingers. “Just wondering if you’ve got something you want to say.”

She gave a nonchalant shrug, returning her attention to her phone as she flicked through it lazily. “Thought I’d free up some space in your wardrobe. You never seemed to like those shirts anyway.”

He chuckled, watching her with narrowed eyes as he sat beside her on the edge of the bed, close enough that she had to look up at him. “And what if I told you that those were my favourites?” he murmured, reaching out to take the scissors from her hand, his fingers brushing her skin just a moment too long.

She tilted her head, her smirk widening as she let him take the scissors, her eyes flicking to his with that bold, unyielding spark he can never resist. “Then maybe you should take better care of your things,” she said, voice low and sweet, laced with mock innocence.

He let out another laugh, setting the scissors aside, his hand lingering on her thigh as he leaned in, close enough that he could feel her breath hitch. “And what am I supposed to do with you, hmm?” he asked, his fingers brushing slowly up her leg, tracing light circles that sent a shiver through her.

She raised her chin, meeting his gaze with a challenging glint. “Maybe you should take better care of your things,” she said again, her tone daring him to react. Her fingers trail up his chest, her touch feather-light, barely there, but enough to send heat coursing through him.

“Careful,” he whispered, voice dropping as he moved his hand up to cup her face, his thumb tracing along her cheek. “Keep this up, and I might have to show you what happens when you mess around this much, sweetheart.”

She leaned into his touch, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

She was exhausted, every muscle aching as she finally made it back to their apartment building after a gruelling day of training, it was hard to keep up with Max sometimes. She was only thinking about a hot shower and maybe collapsing into bed, but when she slid her keycard into the lock, nothing happened. She tried again, frowning as she heard the familiar beep and saw the small red light flash, denying her access.

Frustrated, she let out a sigh and looked up, only to see Lando standing by the window on the second floor, leaning casually against the frame with a smirk stretched across his face.

“You trying to come in?” he called down, amusement glinting in his eyes as he watched her wrestle with the lock.

Her jaw tightens. She raises her voice, letting her irritation show. “Open the door, or I swear I’ll—”

He just laughed, leaning out of the window, entirely unbothered. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I had to revoke your access. Apartment is under my name, after all.” He paused, tilting his head as he looked her over, clearly savouring her frustration. “It’s just... you’ve been taking a few too many liberties lately.”

She scoffed, storming toward the front desk, where the concierge looked up, shifting uncomfortably as she approached.

“Can you open the door?” she demanded, her voice sharp with exhaustion and irritation.

The concierge frowned apologetically. “I’m sorry, miss, but Mr. Norris" he hesitated, glancing up toward the smirking man in the window— “he’s requested that your access be restricted. I can’t let you in without his permission.”

Her fists clench at her sides, and she looks back up at him, glaring. He was still leaning against the window, arms folded, watching her with that smug, insufferable grin. She was just about ready to give him a piece of her mind when he called down, his voice lazy and laced with amusement.

“You know,” Lando said, “there’s a way you could get in. Just gotta say the magic word.”

She narrowed her eyes, arms crossing as she stared up at him. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Oh, come on.” He shrugged, feigning innocence. “A little begging never hurt anyone.” He grinned, tilting his head mockingly. “Or are you too proud? Red Bull’s Princess can’t say please?”

She bit back a retort, anger simmering under her skin. But the day had worn her down, and the idea of spending the night locked out was even worse than giving him what he wanted. She let out a sigh, glaring at him with a look that could kill.

“Please,” she said, voice strained, her jaw clenched tightly.

He cupped a hand to his ear, grinning wider. “Didn’t quite hear that.”

She let out a frustrated growl, swallowing her pride as she raised her voice, forcing herself to repeat it. “I said, please,” she grit out, hating every second.

But Lando only shook his head, laughing softly to himself. “Not quite enough, darling. You’re going to have to try a little harder than that.”

Her eyes narrowed, fury blazing in her gaze as she glanced around, making sure no one else beside the concierge was listening before she took a deep breath. She fixed him with a look, voice dropping lower, softer. “Please… let me in.”

For a moment, he just watched her, savouring every word, every hint of frustration in her eyes. And then, finally, he relented, nodding to the concierge with a satisfied smirk.

The door unlocks, and she strode in, tossing one last glare up toward him as she headed up to their apartment, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the wake of her frustration.

When she reached the door, he was waiting there, arms crossed as he leaned against the frame, still looking far too amused for her liking. She stormed past him, but he caught her wrist, stopping her just before she could slip away.

“Glad to see you can be reasonable,” he murmured, his voice low, laced with amusement as he pulled her closer.

She rolled her eyes, tugging her hand free, but he didn't let her go, his grip firm, challenging her as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Don’t push it,” she muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk on her lips, her irritation melting into something warmer as he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

“Oh, I plan to,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, savouring the way her resistance softens, just a little, under his touch.

Lando was out at the bar with Max, Charles and Oscar, a half-empty glass in his hand, when his phone buzzed on the table. Glancing down, he noticed it was his bank calling. He frowned, picking it up with a raised eyebrow.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sir, this is a courtesy call from Credit Mutuel. We just wanted to confirm a recent transaction—3,600 Euros from Versace? We wanted to make sure it was authorised.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, immediately picturing her wandering through the store, swiping his card without a second thought. Of course, she would do that.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said, trying to hide his amusement. “Go ahead and approve it.”

He ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket, just as his friends gave him questioning looks. Charles leaned in, a grin already spreading across his face. “3.6K at Versace? Who’s racking up that kind of charge?”

He shrugged, smirking as he picked up his drink. “My girl. Guess she decided to go shopping.”

They exchanged looks, half-amused, half-incredulous. Max whistled low, shaking his head. “You’ve gotta be kidding. She’s really that bold?”

“Bold?” Oscar chimed in with a laugh. “She’s insane. You really need to put a stop to that.”

He just raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “What, and miss out on all the fun?”

“Man, she’s gonna drain you dry,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “You need to cut her off.”

He took another sip of his drink, the thought not even crossing his mind. “Nah. She’s my type of crazy.”

They all looked at him like he’d lost his mind, but he didn't care. She kept him on his toes, always a little unpredictable, a little wild—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re out of your mind, man,” Max said, chuckling. “No one’s worth that kind of chaos.”

“She’s your teammate, put respect on her name.” Lando quipped, his voice light but a slight bit of truth to it.

“Teammate or not. Kelly spent 3k in Versace? I'm asking her dad to pay me back.”

He just laughed, his gaze drifting toward the door as if he half expected her to show up, Versace bags in hand and that signature defiant look on her face. “Eh this is what keeps it interesting.”

Hope you bought something nice for me to rip off tonight x

The Singapore night lights gleam across the track as the roar of the crowd echoed through the air. Lando managed to bring the car to first place. It was a win that put him further ahead in the World Drivers' Championship—closer to clinching the title that both she and him were battling for. She’d just come in third, and he knew she’d be furious about the gap widening, about him taking both the sprint and the race.

He was basking in his victory, the top step of the podium all his, the adrenaline still coursing through him, as he turned to celebrate with the other two drivers on the podium. But he couldn't ignore the tension in the air. She was standing just a few feet away, third place still sitting uncomfortably on her shoulders, the gap between them widening with each race.

Her jaw tightened as she grabbed a bottle of champagne, shaking it quickly in her hand, she slammed it on the top step of his podium, his signature celebration. And she watched.

She watched as it hit his trophy, knocking it from the podium. The silver gleamed for a split second before it crashed to the ground, the base shattering in a shower of sparkling fragments.

She stood there, blinking for a moment, watching as the trophy’s broken pieces settled at their feet, her champagne bottle still in hand, the remnants of the cork still floating in the air like confetti. Slowly, she turned her eyes to him, that familiar, defiant glint sparking in her gaze.

“Whoops?” she said, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as if she couldn’t care less about the broken trophy—or the effect it’s had on him.

He stood there for a moment, shock flashing across his face. But it was quickly replaced with a grin. He chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

Without thinking twice, he stepped off his podium, the world blurring around him as he strides over to her. Her eyes widened in surprise as he reached out, his hand slipping under her jaw, tilting her face up to his. For a heartbeat, the noise of the crowd faded, the lights dimmed, and it was just the two of them locked in a silent battle of wills.

Then, before she could react, he pulled her in, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was both possessive and challenging, a reminder of the victory that was still fresh on his lips. She was stiff at first, her fists clenching by her sides, every bit of her resistance radiating through her. But then, just as he was about to pull away, her grip relaxed. She let out a shaky breath against his lips, and suddenly she was kissing him back, just as fierce, just as unapologetic.

The world erupted around them in a chaotic mix of cheers and gasps, but they were lost in the heat between them. Charles, grinning like he was witnessing the best drama of the year, stepped forward with his bottle and sprayed them both, champagne splashing across their faces, soaking their race suits.

They broke apart, gasping for air, champagne dripping down their faces, but neither of them stepped back. He was grinning, that familiar arrogant smirk, knowing he had pushed her, made her break her carefully guarded composure right in front of everyone.

“You’re still behind, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “Better step it up.”

She narrowed her eyes, her lips twisting into a smirk of her own. “Keep pushing your luck,” she replied, voice dripping with challenge. “I’ll catch you sooner than you think.”

He let out a quiet laugh, raising his champagne bottle in a mock toast. “Looking forward to it.”

She was standing in front of the press, still in her race suit, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as the interviewer approached her, mic in hand. The buzz in the room was all too familiar—she’d been the talk of the circuit all season, and tonight, after the “accidental” destruction of his trophy, they were all eager to get her take on it.

“So,” the interviewer started, grinning as he raised an eyebrow, “quite the, uh, performance on the podium. How are you feeling about, well… breaking Lando’s trophy?”

She shrugged, her expression as cool and collected as ever. “Not my trophy, not my problem,” she replied, smirking as a few people in the crowd let out quiet chuckles.

The interviewer laughed, but he was clearly fishing for more. “Rumour has it that he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. Are you worried there might be… consequences?”

Her smirk widens, and there was a dangerous glint in her eyes as she leaned just a bit closer to the mic. “Oh, it’s fine. I’ll just get punished at home,” she said, her voice dropping to a playful whisper as she glanced directly at the camera. “If you get what I mean.”

The reaction was immediate—the interviewer’s eyes widened, the crowd let out a collective gasp, and the director frantically signalled for the camera to cut the feed. But before they manage to turn it off, her laugh echoed through the speakers, rich and unapologetic, leaving the whole room buzzing with her brazen, unfiltered confidence.

As the screen went black, she tossed the mic back to the interviewer with a wink, giving the camera one last look before she strutted off, knowing she’d left them with more questions than answers—and loving every second of it.

the end.

This clip is so funny, he was FIFTEEN at the moment, winning in F4 and he couldn’t reach the podium

post race win glow

I'm totally so feral about them.

🎥: McLaren (Instagram)

I’m totally so normal about them.

crying so hard right now WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

Love Potion '99

Pairing: Vampire!Oscar x Witch!Reader

Rating: PG-17

Words: 3.5K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, it's just....I'm sorry

A/N: Happy October!!! Hope you all love it cause I haven’t written in a hot minute so yeah

Synopsis: Oscar should really pay attention to which mug he drinks

"Hey, when is it going to be ready?" Looking up from your little black cauldron, you see your coworker Oscar. Despite the vampire jokes Lando likes to crack, you and Oscar share a unique bond. You've lost count of the times you've heard those vampire and sun jokes, and Oscar's giggles always make the situation lighter.

"Should be ready soon," You smile, watching as he sits down his mug, filled with the sickly sweet smell of iron. Leaning over, he looks down at the blood-tinged potion, a swirling mixture of rare herbs and a drop of blood from a lovestruck goblin, and crinkles his nose. "Who even wants a love potion?" He grumbles, but you both know the answer. Poor Angie, a ghost who lost her boyfriend to a gorgon, and she wanted him back.

"Oscar, we're not supposed to judge our customers," you sigh as Oscar shakes his head. You can't help but feel for Angie, a ghost who lost her boyfriend to a gorgon and wanted him back. "Poor, Angie," Oscar whispers, grabbing his mug and sipping it. "I know, I know. I told her it was useless. It only works when someone has some sort of feelings for the person. She didn't want to listen," Oscar shakes his head as he leans against your work table.

"Going to the party?" He asks; your face pinches, making him smile, his fangs poking out slightly, "No, god knows I like Lando, but spending a full moon with him? No way," Oscar hums and itches his ear. The party was always a sight, a gathering of all supernatural beings. "Would," He clears his throat, "Would you like to come to my place and watch trashy Halloween movies instead?" Sticking in your spoon, you gather up the thick potion and put it in your mug, sitting it down.

"Maybe, I don't know, you know how I am with full moons," Oscar rolls his shoulders and grabs his mug, taking a huge gulp, but freezes and lowers it. "Ugh, bad batch," Putting it down, you giggle and go to grab your mug but turn to stone, seeing it empty. "Um, Oscar, don't kill me," Oscar raises an eyebrow, confused by your sudden change, and hears your heartbeat pick up. "What? I would never hurt you," He growls, insulted by the thought that he'd do anything to hurt you.

"Oscar, I think you drank my potion," you whisper, covering your mouth with your hand. Oscar's eyes widen before they narrow, and he looks down at his mug. He picks it up, sniffs it, and then looks at the one dangling from your hand. "Oh," he whispers and stares at the mug. "Oh, no," he backs away, and you squeak.

"Listen, you should be fine! As long as you don't have feelings for someone and aren't in contact with them, you should be fine," You laugh nervously as Oscar shakes his head. "Tell me you have an antidote," You fall silent at that, and his eyes about pop out. "You didn't make an antidote!" He yells, and you flinch, "She didn't ask for an antidote, and who the hell," You hiss, "DRINKS MY POTION!" You yell back as Oscar tugs at his hair. "You set the mug next to mine!" He rebukes, but you just scuff.

"Please, do not blame this on me; you are the one who decided not to check if it was the right mug!" Oscar growls and you actually freeze. Lando walks into the back, "The hell are you two yelling at each other for? We have customers in the front!' Lando growls low as you and Oscar turn towards him. "Y/n made a love potion, and she put it in a mug next to mine, and I just drank it!" "Dumbass here just drank my love potion and is trying to say it's my fault!" You both yell, Lando's eyes grow wide before he steps back. "Above my pay grade," he turns around, returning to the store's front.

"Ugh! You'll be fine anyway, Oscar. It's not like you're in love with anyone," You grumble, bottling up the last little bit for Poor Angie. Oscar glares, and you look up, mouth dropping open. "Oh god, oh god, you're in love with someone, aren't you," You whisper; you always thought so but never wanted to make him uncomfortable. "I knew it!" Oscar's eyes widen in utter horror at your words. "I knew you were in love with Lando!"

Oscar sputters, "Lando? Are you insane," He hisses, sounding like a cat, and you turn red, "Oh, oh, I was wrong," You cover your face as Oscar throws his arms up, "Fucking hell, Y/n," He voice cracking as it goes up an octave. "You know what, I just, just, I'm going to the front," He turns and stalks out of the room, leaving you in the back reeling.

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"Hey," you jump, dropping all your potion books. As you turn, you see Lando leaning in your doorway. "Poor Angie is here, please hurry," He begs, and you nod, knowing that when Poor Angie starts to cry, she always bursts Lando's eardrums," Grabbing the potion, you walk into the front, and your eyes immediately find Oscar, who was helping a fairie find some herbs, he looks up and blushes quickly looking away, and you sigh, "So stupid," You grumble,

"Hi, Angie," She looks up, bottom lip wobbling as she hiccups, the windows shaking, and Lando slides on his head headphones, refusing to be laughed at by his mate, Carlos again. "Hi," She sobs, and you sit across from her. "Here's your potion. I hope it works," you whisper. She blows her nose, the windows crack, and Lando presses the headphones closer. "Thanks," She sobs and walks out, letting out a wail that has everyone inside and outside flinching as the glass spiderwebs. "Damn wailing ghosts," Lando grumbles.

You turn, freezing as Oscar stares at you intently but quickly looks away and moves fast to the back. "Sooo, drugged him, huh?" Lando teases, and you turn, glaring, "He was being dumb, mistook my potion mug as his blood mug and drank it. Not my fault," Lando shrugged his shoulders; besides, he did the research. Potion won't be broken until under a full moon and with a particular mushroom that blooms under it every 15 years, and guess what?" "It's this 15th year," "Yep," Lando popping the 'p,' making you huff.

"Also, I would keep Oscar with you, a vampire on a love potion? He'll want to bite and drain whoever he's in love with," You stare at Lando; it had not even occurred to you that a vampire on a love potion would be a disaster. "Shit, he's going to have to live with me, isn't he?" You groan, banging your head on the counter, Lando pulling his book from your head. "Hey, this isn't my fault; you're the one who decided to drug him. Your head snaps up quickly as you glare at him. "I didn't drug him; he's the one who was reckless," You hiss, stomping off as Lando giggles and follows you into the back room.

Oscar sits on his little stool, pouting as he stares at his blood mug. "Oscar, you'll have to stay with me until the full moon." Sometimes, you forget that Oscar is a vampire until he's suddenly standing in front of you, staring down at you. Backing up, your back hits the counter corner, and Oscar towers over you. "Why? I thought you said-" He closes his mouth, jaw so tight you worry it'd break.

"Oscar, stop. That looks like it hurts," you whisper, your hand reaching up and touching his jaw. Jerking away, he looks down and unclenches his fists. "I should probably go to your place, right?" His voice is soft as he leans back, giving you space. "Yes, Lando thinks it would be best," Pulling out your keys, you lay them in his palm, and a slight smile graces his lips. "Guess I'll see you at home, roomie," You feel warmth coat your cheeks as you clear your throat. "See ya,"

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"This is so weird," Oscar whines, tugging at his hair as he stands in your bedroom. And god, he's wanted to be in this room so much, but he didn't want it to be here this way. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. How the hell do you drink from the wrong mug," He flops back, lying on the bed, and takes a deep breath but quickly sits back up. "Fucking potion, everything about you is charged now," He whispers, grabbing your blanket, wanting to take a deep breath, but stops knowing he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Oscar!" Sitting up fast, he rushes into the living room and sits down as you open the front door. He smiles innocently, grabbing a random book. You stop, startled by him being right there. "Hey, everything okay? You're not feeling.....bity?" Oscar's smile drops slightly, but he shrugs it off. "I'm well aware of what love potions do to vampires, Y/n," You sigh, dropping your bags and hurling yourself onto the couch beside him. "Oscar, I'm so sorry," You whimper into the pillow.

Sighing, Oscar stands and moves gently, kneeling at eye level with you. "Y/n, baby, it's okay," He curses himself. What the hell is he doing calling you baby? Stupid potion, god, the full moon couldn't come quicker. "Oscar, you drank a love potion, and now, I have to babysit you because your feelings for that person are just going to grow, and it's going to get harder to control yourself," You whisper, unable to understand the pain.

"Should've been Lando; he would've just gotten super horny," You groan, hiding your face in the pillow. "That's Lando already," Oscar reasons, pulling a giggle out of you as you look at him. "That's true," Oscar smiles, feeling his chest warm at making you feel better. "Listen, I'll be alright," You sit up, pouting. "I only have one bed," Oscar stopped breathing, not like he needed to, but still, he didn't even notice.

Shit, he was royally fucked now.

"Oh, I can sleep on the couch," He takes tiny breaths, trying to ignore the thrum of your pulse and how your scent wraps around him. "Oscar, please, you're," You wave your hand, not wanting to call him large, but Oscar was rather broad. Oscar giggles and covers his mouth, "I will be fine on the couch," "No, you and I can share a bed, Oscar. We've been friends for years; hell, I've even shared a bed with Lando," Oscar can't control the slight growl but quickly clamps it down, but you hear its eyes widening. "Sorry,"

"I like Lando, but no, thank you." Oscar feels a little bit of pride and happiness well up in him. He may have a chance with you. "Um, shit, it's close to dinner, what would you like?" "Nothing in a mug," You stare at him, not finding it funny, and he stops his goofy smile and clears his throat. "Um, too soon?" "Too soon," You pat his head, standing up and walking into your kitchen.

"Um, I can eat anything," Oscar stands, knees popping as he moves to lean against the counter, smiling. Baked chicken with mac and cheese?" Oscar nods and moves, getting everything before you can even turn. Okay, rule, no vampire speed unless asked," Oscar's cheeks get a little flushed, and you must stop yourself from getting giddy at how adorable he looks. "Sorry," he mumbles and helps you by making the coat for the chicken.

"Hey, how would you know if the potion was working? I mean, could it be you made a faulty batch?" Oscar approaches the topic carefully, not wanting to insult you and your craft. "Hmmm, it's possible; love potions are tricky; I mean, one simple ingredient could make it not work, so we just have to watch and see." You shrug, boiling the pasta as Oscar nods, chopping up some veggies. "Um, how will we know if it's working?" Setting the knife down, and looks at you.

You look up and see the worry and maybe slight terror in his eyes. Wiping your hands on a towel, you sigh and fix your shirt. "Oscar, Poor Angie asked for a powerful and potent love potion. Everything you feel for the person you like will be heightened to the extreme. It's basically your soul being consumed by that person wholly." You explain. Oscar swallows thickly and turns back to the cutting board. The sound of a knife on wood fills the silence.

"Oscar, you're going to be okay," You whisper, his body jumping, feeling your arms wrap around his waist as you hide your face in his back. "Just make it till the end of the week. Then we can go back to normal," Oscar drops his head and covers your hands with his, squeezing them. He turns and hugs you properly, burying his nose in your hair, and refuses to let you go. "Promise me, promise you won't let me hurt you," He whispers, squeezing you slightly before letting you go.

"You'd never hurt me; besides, I'm not the one you love," You pat his cheek gently and go back to the pasta, stirring it as Oscar feels his heart shatter and clears his throat. "Yeah, that's true," he whispers and goes back to helping you cook for dinner.

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"You look like hell," If Oscar had any strength, he'd smash Lando's skull in as he pushed him into a mug filled with warmed blood. "Not a love potion, just good ol' blood." Oscar glares and goes back to hiding his face in his arms. "Must be hard, living with the women you love, and the love potion making you crazy; I'd give you props; you'd got big balls," Lando leans on Oscar's counter, and Oscar groans in response.

"I mean, if I was surrounded by her scent and shared a bed with her, I would've already bent her-" Oscar snaps, snarling and swinging his arm, Lando easily dodging and sighs heavily. "Well, guessing the potion is working," Oscar's eyes grow wide, and he sits down, dropping his head. "All I want is her; I just can't function. I wasn't able to sleep because of her pulse, fuck Lando, I wanted to bury my teeth and more in her and just," Oscar shakes his head; no, you're his friend; he has no right to think about you like that, it made him feel gross and horrible.

"Have you wanked?" Oscar quickly stares at Lando like he's grown a second head. "What? You're clearly pent up; just go wank or something; maybe it'll help," Blinking, Oscar really questions his life and why he's picked Lando, of all people, to be his best friend. "I'm in love, Lando, not in whatever it is you go werewolves go through, "You mean a-" "Don't you dare, finish that sentence," Oscar flashing his fangs as Lando holds his hands up.

"Listen, mate, maybe you should come to stay with me instead," Lando whispers as you walk past, talking with a customer about a potion to let their hair change whenever they think about it. "No, no, the thought of being away from her, it hurts so much, Lando," Oscar whimpers, biting his bottom lip and drawing blood. "Muppet," Lando sighs and grabs a tissue and dabs his bottom lip. "Osc, you can't do this to yourself. I don't think you'll make it to the full moon," Lando whispers, feeling horrible for his friend.

"I can, I can do it, and then I can go back to silently wishing I had a chance with her. But the mere thought of being away from her makes me crazy, Lando; I can't stand being away for more than a few minutes. If she's in my presence, that's fine, but away? No," Oscar shakes his head as he turns, seeing you laugh and smile with the customer. Lando sighs and ruffles Oscar's hair before patting his cheek. "Drink your blood, Oscar," Oscar nods and drinks his blood sadly.

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"No, please, Oscar, don't do this!" You whimper, covering your mouth as Oscar pulls his mouth away, drenched in blood. "You did this. You made me this! It's all your fault!" He roars, eyes blood red as he rips into the poor woman's throat again.

"NOO!" You sit up fast, breathing rapidly as you try to suck in the cool fall air; Oscar is immediately in front, ripping a scream from your throat; he backs up, flinging himself into the wall as he stares at you. "Y/n, baby?" He whispers as you wipe the sweat from your brow, trying to calm your heart. His eyes train to your neck, and you flinch, but you immediately feel tears gather in your eyes.

"I...I..I made you into a monster," You sob, covering your mouth as tension leaves Oscar's body. "Shh, no, I'm not. I'm here; I'm still your Oscar," He whispers and climbs on the bed slowly, not wanting to push you beyond your limit. "You turned into a monster," You hiccup, wiping your eyes furiously, "It's all my fault," You sob, Oscar moving and tackling you in a hug as you bury your face in his shirt, as he shushes you, everything in him begging to get you to stop crying.

"No, no baby, it's not. It's my fault, mine. I should've been more careful," Oscar pleads, bundling you up in his arms as he scans the room, making sure nothing was in the room hurting you. "It's mine, not yours, never yours, baby." He whispers, kissing the top of your head as you cling to him tightly, your sobs slowing down. "I'm so sorry, Oscar, I'm so sorry," Oscar shakes his head and lays you both down, pressing you against his chest.

"Don't please, don't cry over me," Oscar begs, growing desperate as the potion curls in his heart, fucking potion. "I swear, I'll get that antidote, I promise," Oscar bites down hard on his lip, drawing blood again, but licks it away as he moves you two to lie down. "Can I confess something," You whisper, calming down from your nightmare. "Of course," Oscar whispers, letting the stillness of the night settle around you two.

"I wish it was me," Oscar freezes, not understanding, and lets you continue, "I wish it was me you were in love with; isn't that stupid," You laugh and cuddle closer into Oscar's hold, who stops breathing, having the urge to just blurt out the truth. It's not! It's you! I've always loved you!

"It's silly, sorry. Just let's go to sleep," you whisper, hiding your face in his chest. "No, it's not silly. I wish it was you, too," he whispers, hearing your heart rate pick up before slowing down. "Hmm, we can just dream, "You whisper. Oscar blinks fast, blinking away the tears that have gathered. "Yeah," His voice breaking before he clears his throat. "Goodnight, Osc," Oscar stares at the ceiling, whispering a broken goodnight.

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"Happy Full Moon," Lando chuckles, as Oscar looks far more like death. This has been the longest week of his life, and two nights ago, after what you said, he barely functioned, just moving through life the past two days like Poor Angie. "Lando, should I tell her?" He whispers, stirring his blood mug; Lando stares at his friend, heartbreaking, remembering when he went through his heartbreak with his girlfriend. "I don't know, buddy, it's up to you if you tell her," The door opens, and you walk in smiling so bright Oscar fears it'd burn him like the sun.

"I found it! The mushroom blossomed last night, so I made the antidote, tada!" You hold out the shimmering navy blue vial that makes Oscar's heart drop. "Oh," He whispers, throat so tight he can't breathe, which is silly, considering he's already dead. "Yeah, but I contacted Charles, and he said the only downside is that it'll wipe all traces of feelings of romance you have for the person, so here," You place it in his hand and walk away.

"Fuck, man." Oscar stares at the vial as Lando curses softly and shakes his head. "Oscar, it'll wipe everything, are you sure," Lando whispers, seeing and practically hearing Oscar's heart just break. "Hey, can you go get something for me?" Oscar asks, Lando nodding his head. "Um, under my desk, there's a picture of Y/n. Can you get rid of it for me?" Lando sighs, not saying anything as he walks away.

Going into the back, Lando quickly finds the picture, pulls it out, and stares in shock as if it were Oscar and Y/n as little kids. Oscar was clearly human, a cute little boy with the same hair as of now smiling brightly next to you. "Jesus, fuck, you've known her since you were human," Lando whispers and walks out.

"Goddamn, Osc, you never told me you've known her since- no," Lando whispers, seeing the empty vial and Oscar chugging his blood. "Hey, we better hurry up; we've got customers," Oscar smiles, teeth stained red as Lando nods, ripping up the photo and tossing it in the trash. "Hey, Welcome to Potion '99!" Lando smiles as the door dings.

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Just when I think I can’t love Oscar Piastri more I learn that apparently he made his parent read him car magazines instead of bedtime stories as a little kid