#@mercedes let him cook for once

[verstaaphpan]

mixed emotions because i always want max to win but what a recovery drive and seeing lewis win at home after so long without a win is very lovely

[redbullgirly]

HI BABRIE! HI KEN! [part 3, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader [social media au]

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau] & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 2, LH 44 smau]

Summary: Lewis and his "real-life Barbie" girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N have a secret they keep from the fans. Though it's only matter of time before they announce the happy news... it's not like it can stay hidden forever anyways.

Warnings: Pregnancy. Slight hate and bodyshaming towards Y/N. If you're not in the right headspace, please don't read it!🫶

Author's Note: After quite some time, hello! I'm so sorry this took so long, but life has been so busy and hectic last month I simply didn't have time and energy to write this sooner. Though I'm very glad for everyone who waited for this part and I hope you'll like it. It's probably not the last one, I have few ideas for more parts. But I don't want to promise anything, we all know how long this part took XD.

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lewishamilton So proud to support charity program for the involvement of children from disadvantaged families in sports yourusername has been working on for a few years now. All money raised from the friendly basketball match goes to the fond of the charity. Let's change lives of these talented kids together! 💫🙏🏾

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user1 basketball players should be grateful our king chose to be f1 driver 😌

user2 fr

yourusername together we can change the world for better!! 💫💕

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user3 You make our lives better by existing Y/N😍😍

user4 I think this is too idealistic lol

user5 queen speaking facts and keeping us motivated

user6 LET HER COOK 🗣🗣🗣

user7 Sir Lewis Hamilton is Sir for a reason 👑

mercedesamgf1 🙏🤍

user8 even though he'll be driving for ferrari next year mercedes still supports him!!!

user9 and what did you think? that they'll ignore him or hate him suddenly? he still got a whole season w them 🤣 plus it's all marketing

user10 nah i'll just live in delusion that admin loves lewis & y/n🥰🥰🥰🥰

user11 I love how you use your platform to raise awareness

user12 omg he's so hot 🥵

user13 Wait, why is Lewis at Y/N's charity event instead of her? I usually support her, but this is just weird... why can't she stand up for her own thing?

user14 RIGHT?! idk why she didn't even bother showing there

user15 Honestly I think that Lewis going there brings more attention to it than just her going there, and it's a good thing people are noticing this organization. Though I don't understand why she didn't go there as well 🤷‍♀️

user16 guys stop wtf she could be sick or smth

user14 or she's just another attention seeker... never liked her tbh

user16 the only attention seeker here is u user14 get a life and stop hating 😘

user14 i'm not hating, i'm stating facts and unlike y/n i don't need a man to do shit for me lmfao

user17 Y'all are really getting mad over nothing xddd

user18 Amazing work! 👏 you make the difference, Lewis😍🖤💛

user19 the fact he has pink pants bc it's y/n's fav color and it's for a charity event she helped organize... i want a man like him 😩

user20 He's down bad for her!!!

user21 I mean... who wouldn't, just look at her🤭

user22 fr what i'd give to talk to y/n once

user23 Our fashion barbie iconic Queen 💖💖

user24 Lew giving the little boy a fist bump🥹

user25 he is going to be a great dad one day

user24 Oh definitely!🫶

user26 can't wait for dad lewis

user27 omggg imagine little him and y/n running around the paddock 😭😭

user26 they'll be sooo cute istg

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yourusername japan grand prix w my favs 🇯🇵🤍

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lewishamilton 🤍🤍

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user1 awww i live for bf lewis

user2 YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER

user3 and who would that be user2 ?? you? lmfao u wish🤣🤣

user4 the disrespect of writing these things under HIS COMMENT where he shows SUPPORT to HIS GIRLFRIEND...

user5 Lewis & Y/N 4ever 🫶

user6 omg look at roscoe baby so cute

user7 the teeth I can't🥹

user8 It's Roscoe's world and we're just living in it fr

alexandrasaintmleux so prettyyy 🙏🌺

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yourusername oh stoppp u are prettier 💓💐

user9 Girls supporting girls and wags supporting wags... that's what we like!!!!

user10 the fact lewis liked alex's comment w two accounts is the best thing that happened this week😭

user11 shut uppp I didn't even notice it before user10 😭 he's such a simp I love this 😭😭

user10 i knoooow😭

user12 finally you attended a grand prix this year!!!!

user13 😍😍😍😍😍

mercedesamgf1 It's always brighter with you in the paddock Barbie Y/N!💖

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yourusername next time i'm going all out w the pink 💖🫶

user14 the legend herselffff

user15 Admin is slaying and supporting Y/N 💁‍♀️

user16 MOTHER IS SERVING ONCE AGAIN🧎🏻‍♀️

roscoelovescoco Enjoying's dad's racing's w my's best's mum's ☺️🏎

yourusername enjoying dad racing w my best son 🥹💕

user17 not roscoe slowly learning y/n's slang and saying w instead of with🤭

user18 and the fact Lewis is the one really writing it... !!!!!

user19 They're such cute a family🥰

user20 mum and dad and son... I can't it's too adorable 🫠❤️‍🩹

user21 Literally the queen of f1 and gorgeousness keep slaying

user22 where is the usual barbie aesthetic?!😥

user23 fr I want pink dresses not blue trousers

user24 Guys she can wear whatever she wants

user23 yeah true but still... she already built that image so why not keep it wtf 🤷‍♀️

user25 Covering her fat stomach with the purse ewww 🤢🥴

user26 i wanna take u haters seriously... but I just can't xd

user27 if you have anger issues like me and don't like online trolls, pls stop scrolling people! there are so many dumb users from twitter in these comments!🙃

user28 I just don't get why they're hating on Y/N all of sudden... what did she ever do to them

user29 idk, probably bcs she wasn't active for a while (she was probably not feeling well or smth as she said in an interview few days back) and didn't attend any gp till japan this year (again she was probably sick so understandable)... plus lot of f1 "fans" are jealous bitches change my mind

user30 Internet always moves in waves and one time everybody loves u and then they hate u 😬

user31 yeah but it's so sad cause y/n is such a sweetheart🥺❤️

user32 I honestly wouldn't care about the haters if they didn't attack her body and the way she looks... that's down right embarrassing and disgusting

user33 AGREED user32

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lewishamilton It's hard to put into words how happy and excited we are. Can't wait to hold our baby in a few months and support my dearest love on every step of the way. Feeling blessed right now 🤍🪐

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charles_leclerc Well, that's a shocking news I didn't know about this time...😂

charles_leclerc But big congratulations!❤️

yourusername yeah we needed to give u heart attack w smth too 😉💋

susie_wolff Congratulations Lewis and Y/N, you will be great parents! 💫🫶

yourusername thx susie, we have great role models in u and toto!!! ✨❤️‍🩹

lewishamilton 🫶🏾🫶🏾

kellypiquet what a great news!🥹

yourusername love u kelly 💕

sebastianvettel Many congratulations!

lewishamilton Thank you Seb!

yourusername will u be the fun uncle??? pls seb 🥹🙏

sebastianvettel If you'll make me their godfather....

yourusername done deal 🤝

lewishamilton I-... fair enough, done deal

fencer EXCUSE ME?!! THAT'S NOT FAIR

charles_leclerc Yeah what is this favorism?!

yourusername guys it's seb how could we say no 😌✨

charles_leclerc True... fair enough then I guess 🙂

fencer I still feel VERY offended

yourusername charles don't use that ironic emoji on me and fencer u can have the second child

lewishamilton Darling that sounds like you're sacrificing our second child while the first one isn't even born yet...

yourusername whoops 🫢🙈

sebastianvettel Do you realize this is not a private conversation?

yourusername actually u can set selected comments private seb 😁

charles_leclerc Wait seriously?!

lewishamilton No, she's just testing if he's old enough to believe her 🙄

yourusername you're sour bc u believed me the first time i tried it love ☺️🫶

sebastianvettel This is exactly why I didn't have Instagram sooner.

charles_lecerc We love you Seb!❤️

yourusername yeah we do love u our new godfather!!!!💖

mercedesamgf1 Congratulations from the whole team!🤩🤍

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alexandrasaintmleux awww so happy for both of u!💞

yourusername hope you're prepared to be the fav auntie 🤭💋

alexandrasaintmleux anything for my little nephew or niece hamilton 🫡

scuderiaferrari The next world champion on the way?😍❤️

yourusername pls i hope they'll stay far away from racing 😭

scuderiaferrari Well... then we'll at least get another tifosi 😉

georgerussell68 Wishing all the best mate!

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landonorris Wooohooo congrats!!!

landonorris Wait- do y'all realize you'll be parents now? Like real REAL parents of an actual child?!

yourusername yeah lando that's how it usually works when u get pregnant 😊

landonorris Yeah but... wait! The child needs to be McLaren fan!

yourusername your mission to get all hamiltons to be your fan is getting more complicated, isn't it? 😂🫢

landonorris Shhhh Y/N it's a secret mission 🤫

yourusername oh my bad sry

yourusername wait why do i know about it then???

landonorris Ehhh... miscalculation?

yourusername tf lando 😭

lewishamilton I'm starting to think this baby will be our second child and Lando is our first...

landonorris Wow so can I officially say Lewis Hamilton is my daddy now?😀

lewishamilton NO

yourusername lando don't you dare or istg

landonorris Byeee parents!! 🤗

f1 Let's go! 💖👶

francisca.cgomes babyyyyy 🤎🍂

pierregasly Why the leaves?

francisca.cgomes bcs it's an autumn babyyyyy

yourusername love u kika 💕

pierregasly Oh congrats by the way!🫶

yourusername thx pierre 💕

logansargeant RAAAAAHHH 🇺🇸🦅

logansargeant Sorry alex_albon took my phone 😒 I wanted to say congratulations!🤍

alex_albon ���

yourusername lol

yourusername but thx sm logan, you're such a sweetheart! 🫶

lilymhe I swear it'll be the cutest baby ever

yourusername babe it'll totally will if u say so 💋

kevinmagnussen 🙌

hulkhulkenberg Welcome to the dad's club on the grid Lewis! 😉

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oscarpiastri What a happy day, congratulations! 🧡

yourusername what's the orange heart doing here oscahh??? 🤨

oscarpiastri 💖

oscarpiastri Better now?

yourusername thx oscar sm for the congrats!🥰 also you should use my signature heart emoji more often 💖

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yourusername enjoying the barbie life 💖💐

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lewishamilton Beautiful, gorgeous and my Barbie!

yourusername awww my ken 💞🫶

user1 omg i love them sm

user2 I wanna have what they have

user3 the effect bf Lewis has on me should be studied 😩

user4 Just the fact he usually isn't active on ig and doesn't comment or anything... and she is the only exception😭🤭

user5 gorgeous literally so gorgeous

user6 The baby bump 🥹🥹

user7 and she looks so good with it too 🥹🥹

alexandrasaintmleux such good times hanging out with my fav barbie! 💋💖

yourusername the best times girly!!! 💕

user8 i live for this friendship

user9 Imagine these two next year in Ferrari garage together!😍

user10 literally the only good thing coming out of lewis leaving mercedes

user11 fr fr user10

user12 Are those flowers from Lewis???

roscoelovescoco Yeah's they'res from's dad's 🌻☺️

user13 OH MY GOD ROSCOE HIIII

user12 Can't believe Lewis Hamilton replied to my comment as his dog 😭

user13 lol user12 u really won life xd

user14 this is sooo cuteee 😻

user15 You and Alex look so good together! Hope you'll be friends forever!

kellypiquet where's the bag from? it's so pretty! 😍🤍

yourusername idk lew gave it to me for christmas last year... i'll ask and let u know!! 🤍🫶

kellypiquet 🫶

user16 The queens of the paddock right here 🙌

user17 still can't believe y/n & lewis are going to be parent in a few months

user18 RIGHT?! It's like a fever dream for me 😭

user19 Yeah i was excited for dad Lewis so long that now I can't believe it's finally happening 🤭❤️

user20 the best wag right here

user21 and soon the best mum!

user22 Ur STUNNING 😭💖

user23 Woman 💅

user24 proud to say i never hated on Y/N

user25 YES

user26 always knew she's the queen 👸💗

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yourusername can't describe in words how much i love u lew!!! 💖💫

lewishamilton Love you too darling, so much!

user1 I can't 😭

user2 i wanna have what they have

user3 THE BEST COUPLE EVER

user4 if they ever break up love isn't real

user5 I'll tell my children they are the original Barbie & Ken

user6 my parents 🥰

user7 y'all don't understand how much i love them

user8 The best parents ever!!!!

roscoelovescoco Mums looking's gorgeous 🥹☀️

lewishamilton She in fact is.

yourusername my boys making me cry 🥹💓

roscoelovescoco Oh's no's mums don't cry's 🙁

yourusername don't worry baby it's happy tears 💞

user9 now I'm crying too... this is so sweet

user10 The reason they're my favs😍

user11 why is this so precious 😭😭

user12 so prettyyyy

kellypiquet Our Barbie looking like a goddess!💅🏻💝

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yourusername thx kelly!!!💕

user13 she's fr glowing 😻

user14 Thought she can't get more beautiful than she was before but pregnancy proved me wrong

user15 MARRY HER

user16 we love bf lewis dedicating whole post to y/n 🤭🤭

voguemagazine 🤩📸

user17 ariana what are u doing here?!??!!

user18 Even Vogue is an Y/N fan and we love it

user19 y'all don't understand how bad i need her to be on the cover of vogue or some other magazine 😩

user20 OMG user19 SHE WOULD SLAY IT TOO HARD

user21 You should marry her now!!! 💍💍

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user22 heyyy did someone else see lewis like it and then un-like it?!😧

user21 When the notification of roscoelovescoco liking my comment came up on my phone I nearly dropped it and screamed... like what? Excuse me sir!!! 😃

user23 LOL I love how he goes savage liking comments w his dog's account and then regrets it immediately xd

user24 guuuyyyssss what if it means we'll get proposal soon???☺️

user21 I wish!!!!

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THE END

Author's Note: Thank you for reading it to the end! I'll be very grateful for likes, comments, reblogs and every other sign of support. Also you can let me know if you think baby Hamilton will be a girl or boy 🤭. Have a great weekend! (Btw if someone wants to talk about their predictions for Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, they're welcomed bcs I don't have anyone to talk to about it XD)

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[aizawabemyhusband]

Aizawa being truly your husband.. that is… behind closed doors of course..

Disclaimer: DD/LG dom/sub (same thing I think..?) cock and balls worship, body worship, oral (both m&fm) hair pulling, bj, choking, pillow princess, Cow girl, anal, double penetration marking, panty stuffing… pet names: slut, daddy, master, kitten, baby, angel.

MDNI, if you do I’ll tell ur parents.

In public, Aizawa was the sweetest husband, holding bags filled with Birkin, Velour, Couture, Gucci, those Lous heels you saw last week, garage with a couple of BMW’s that Mercedes G wagon, the family car of course (but you didn’t have kids YET.)

That necklace, those bangles and that pair of hooped earrings? “I’ll buy it if you bend over and let me smack it” is what he always said, and you wouldn’t even have to cause he’d buy it all anyway, and that’s what he did, he spoiled you with money and sex, lots of love and the dream of kids one day. In LEVI’S dressing rooms trying on jeans that hugged your ass perfectly, he’d get right up behind you and kiss the back of your ear and gently rub up on your hips, making sure he liked the way the jeans fit you. those purple Jordan ones? “Yea baby, we’ll get em’ right now.” That designer hoodie? “Lemme grope your boobs in it to see if it fits baggy how you like it.”

Always teasing you, he was used to it and so were you, but today, you were both really horny. Behind closed doors… he was your daddy and you were his little girl, trained to obey, you had asked him for permission to play with yourself while you cooked dinner.

“Daddy can I play with my ass while you cook dinner? I wanna try the new butt plug you ordered for me.” And of course he’d say. “Yeah baby, but when we’re done eating dinner that pussy’s mines.” You smiled and walked upstairs to your room, undressing and putting on his favorite lingerie set, you didn’t like it because it showed your stretch marks, but he didn’t care, he kissed right over them just he would with all the rest of your tummy and thighs, it was a purple set that had a thong for panties and a very thin bra for the upper half, you grabbed a dildo and the butt plug and began.

You started to gently suck the dildo softly moaning just like how you would for your 9 inches husband, you then stop to get on your back and push the panties aside, pushing the butt plug in gently, moaning softly, you pushed the dildo in your pushy and started to pathetically fuck your self as you moaned softly, “It’s not Daddy’s cock though..” you thought to yourself, you came before any other thought, something you were allowed to do without daddy’s permission.

He was very lenient with you, you were his little girl, he loved you, after you came you licked off the cum and pushed it back inside your “princess pussy” where it would stay, you put one of his hoodies on and walked down stairs, you gently kissed his cheek and he smiled. “Did you have a good time? Took you less than expected, daddy heard you moaning. Kitten.” He said and smiled again as he hugged you and groped your ass.

“Go sir down for dinner baby.” He says and kisses your cheek and smacked your ass gently for you to go sit down, you sat down right next to daddy, waiting to be arced dinner, while eating he groped your thick thunder thighs, gently rubbing your clit a little as a tease. once it was time to clean dishes, you both skipped it and went straight to the bed room, he carried you and sat down on the bed and set you ontop of him.

“Strip for me please, baby angel.” He softly said and rubbed your cheek, you nod and take of the hoodie, revealing his favorite lingerie, he gently teased your nipples through the fabric, you were quite vocal appositions to him so you whimpered just a bit. He gently pushed the bra up and off your body and groped softly.

You gently took of the panties and turned around to kiss his big bulge, you gently pushed down his pants and boxers while he played with the pre- soaked dildo, gently pushing it in and out, you softly moaned and looked back at him before you started to suck his 9 inches, quickly taking him into the back of your throat, he didn’t help you cause he knew you had it but he held your hands back cause he didn’t enjoy it as much with hands. You sucked your cheeks in softly while he spoke behind you.

“Who knew the goddess I worship would be sucking my cock, my goddess has such beautiful holes and an ass, my goddess is such a slut, I love how my goddess worships my cock..” he softly moaned, he came pre maturely in your throat but quickly bounced back quick, he moaned as you turned around, by then he had taken the dildo our with you noticing.

“What a pretty surprise waiting in my kittens pussy, gimme sloppy kisses before you ride baby, I don’t care you just swallowed cum.” He said and started to kiss you, spitting in your mouth and sucking on your tongue drool everywhere on your guy’s lower faces and chins, he slid the dildo in your mouth and you obediently sucked, but you took it out to speak “Master, can I ride you?” He slapped your face “Did I say the slut gets to speak?” You smiled and giggled “No master.” He shoved the silos into your mouth and chocked you on it, pulled you by your hair to sit on his face and let him eat you out.

He eats you like a hungry homeless man, pushing against sensitive spots you didn’t even know were there with his tongue, when he was done you had came three times, he stuffed your panties into your pussy and began to make out with you again, as he did he gently took them out just to hear you moan, mewl and whimper, you roe him for the time span of 5 minutes before he topped you because you were “Too slow” he just liked making you feel good.

You were always pillow princess. He fucked you mercilessly till dawn, raw with no condom, drool and his spit everywhere on your face, he often bit your shoulder as he chocked you while he came, and when you guys were done you fell asleep just to cock warm him and go again in the morning…

but of course, no one knows that since it’s just being closed doors…..

Please repost and tag me if you do, like if you enjoyed and comment if you want aftercare part, thank you for reading byyyyyye!💖💖💖

[issi-loves-dannyric]

Moonlight- LH44

A/N: No I will never get over this GIF

Warning: smut with a little angst if you squint

This was inspired by the song Girls Just Wanna Have Some - Chromatics. You don't understand how much I love that song right now. Im going to do more song-based stories because these ideas are cooking for real.

Girls, they wanna have fun

“What is this Carlos?” 

“Baby come on” he sighs putting on his shoes 

“No what is this? I mean you hide me from the world, telling people we are just best friends but  is that all?” 

“We are friends. I have to go to the track, we can talk about it later. Don't forget your pass.” He says as he walks out of the hotel

Friends don't touch each other like we do

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“Y/n” someone calls from behind as I walk towards the Ferrari garage 

“Lewis” turning to the man walking up

“Haven’t seen you without Carlos in a while” He says hugging me close. I knew Lewis had a crush on me for a long time, he even asked me out on dates but somehow Carlos was always around to prevent me from answering. 

“Yeah…sorry,” I say unwrapping my arms from him.

“For what?” He asks tilting his head to the right.

“For ignoring you for Carlos,” I reply continuing my dreaded walk to Ferrari.

“He’s your best friend, I understand” He replies following after me 

“Now more like just a close friend,” I say getting to the garage and earning a confused look.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks but somehow Carlos appears as usual knowing I won't tell him in front of Carlos he drops it to greet Carlos. 

“I’ll text you later,” I say avoiding Carlos’s confused look. 

“Yeah, well it was nice seeing you guys but you know, need to head over to Mercedes.” He says turning around not waiting for a response. 

“What was that?” Carlos asks 

“Nothing,” I reply walking away from him to sit where I will be for the rest of the race. 

“Drivers room?” He leans down asking as I look at my phone not daring to open my messages with Lewis near Carlos.

“You got a job to do” I reply earning a sigh

“I got time” 

“Focus on the race” I reply still scrolling on Instagram.

“Fine” he mumbles walking away from me, taking the chance I quickly explain to Lewis what was going on not expecting a response till after the race. I was surprised that he read it right before I could escape the message and responded.

“Y/n, you’re my friend, and I'm putting my feelings for you aside. You're not being seen as a person to him, you’re an object he uses anytime. I care about you but I respect your choices, you need to decide whether you are getting what you want from him or not. I will be your friend no matter what” 

Of course, Lewis was real about the situation, making the decision easier.

“You’re right, after the race is over, I need to leave.” I texted back 

“You know where you’re going next?”

y/n: Back home in Monaco 

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Closing the messages, I open Twitter looking at fans posting pictures of me ignoring Carlos for my phone already. Some defended while others were upset if only they knew what was going on. 

Lewis: Ignore what they're saying about you, You know the truth and you're going to do what's best for you. 

Y/n: I'm trying to, I'm going to deactivate my main socials once I leave. Only use my private accounts but even then I’ll ignore them.

Lewis: You know I'm there always, anytime. 

Y/n: Thank you Lew

Lewis: Of course

Turning off my phone finally I look up watching them start getting ready for the race Alex comes to sit with me putting on the headphones with me doing the same. Charles came over to get a good luck kiss from her with Carlos following behind but did not stop by me. Turning back on my phone, I text Lewis once again:

Good luck Lew, be safe, please. 

Hitting send before once again turning off my phone. 

-

The garage was erupting with joy as Charles came in 2nd place with Lewis in 1st and Max in  3rd, Alex pulling me with her as goes to greet Charles. 

“Good job,” I say smiling to Charles as he lets go of Alex. 

“Thank you Y/n. Carlos is probably in his driver's room” He replies assuming I would be going to comfort him. 

“He’ll be fine, it's not about him right now,” I say smiling at him before he’s taken away again. Feeling a buzz in my pocket I look down to see a message from Lewis. 

Lewis: I guess you’re now my lucky charm.

Y/n: Congratulations Lew

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“y/n,” Alex says pulling me towards the ceremony. 

“What's going on with you?” 

“Nothing,” I say while shrugging not trying to convince her. She attempts to push further but the ceremony starts. 

Lewis stands on the tallest spot holding the trophy up in the air before looking down onto the crowd. His smile widens when he looks toward where Alex and I stand, cameras immediately follow his gaze to me causing my face to heat up.

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Moving my stuff back into my suitcase, I go through the big hotel once again making sure I have everything with me. This situationship with Carlos can't go on anymore, I'm mentally exhausted from trying to be with someone who doesn't want the same thing as me. Carlos stopped messaging and calling me after last night when I refused once again. 

Lewis: Are you leaving today?

Y/n: yeah, I'm following through with the plan. 

Lewis: Text me when you get home so I know you're safe

Y/n: of course 

-

Y/n: Im home safely 

Lewis: Good, I'll be in Monaco in a few days, see me when I get there.

Y/n: yeah, where are we going?

Lewis: how about we take Roscoe on my boat and just hang out for the day?

Y/n: Sounds good to me, I miss the baby boy

Lewis: I think you want to see him more than me

Y/n: No I love you both equally

Lewis: Sure, get some rest. I’ll see you soon.

-

Staring into the water I feel Lewis's presence behind me. 

“You know how to swim right?” 

“Yeah,” I replied looking back at him and seeing the smirk on his face. Quickly clocking what he’s about to do I try my best at pleading him not to.

“Lew no, no!” I shriek as he picks me up tossing me into the cold water. I feel him dive in near me as I break the surface and wipe my face so I can open my eyes. He breaks the surface immediately doing the same as me then pulling me closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist securing me tightly to him. 

“Rude” I pout earning a chuckle from him causing me to turn the pout into a smile. 

“You looked like you wanted to swim.” He says shrugging moving one hand to my thigh and pulling it to wrap around his waist. Now holding onto him with my arms and legs, his hands go back to my waist but lower. Looking into his eyes they shift between my eyes to lips, “I want to kiss you” he states watching my face for a reaction. 

“Why not do it?” I respond tilting my head to the side and smirking. 

“It’s not a good idea…” he trails off looking away from me putting his head to the crook of my neck. 

“Sounds like you don’t believe that” I counter

“Your situation with Carlos…” 

“Who said I still want him?”

“What do you mean” he asks, the feeling of his lips brushing against my neck making me tighten my grip on him slightly. 

“You saw how he treated me, why would I still want him? Maybe I want someone else” The last sentence made him move his head to look at her. Looking between her lips once again, “god Lewis just kiss me already” I groan out getting impatient but he doesn’t need to be told again cause his lips are on mine. Hugging me even closer to him, his right hand drifts to my butt grabbing it. Moaning a little into the kiss he sticks his tongue into my mouth. 

“We should probably go back onto the boat with Roscoe,” I say pulling away from him to go to the ladder. 

“Ladies first,” he says allowing me to go up first. 

“Just say you want to see my ass next time” 

“So there’s a next time” 

“Of course” I reply going over to where Roscoe lies on the couch in the shade. “Hey baby boy,” I say in a baby voice scratching his head. 

“Why don’t you greet me like that” Lewis says watching her interact with the dog

“Your daddy is jealous of you Roscoe,” I say still paying attention to said dog. 

“I’m not jealous but you can keep calling me that,” he says with a smirk causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. “Just saying” he shrugs sitting next to Roscoe also petting the dog. Thinking of an idea, I walk up to Lewis straddling him. 

“So you want me to call you daddy huh?” I ask tilting my head down slightly at him. 

“Coming from you…it’s nice” he responds rubbing his hands on my thighs. Dipping my head into the crook of his neck I start kissing up and down it. He grips my thighs pulling even tighter against him. Removing my lips from his neck I peck his lips before shifting to get off him. Tugging me back to him my heat brushes against his now hardened dick making me breathe unsteadily for a second. “Should go back” I say with our lips barely touching. 

“Who is it that you want now?” He says not letting go or moving further

“You already know Lewis.” 

“Say it” he replies almost like he’s out of breath. 

“I want you, Lewis. Only want you” I tell him, he pulls me into a deep kiss. Wrapping an arm around my waist and a hand on my butt pulling me to grind on his hard dick. “As much as I want to do more, Roscoe is right next to us,” I say looking over at the sleeping dog. 

“You’re right” he sighs like he’s giving up. “We could do it in the kitchen or the bedroom you know” 

“Lewis!” I shout making him laugh

“I’m only kidding love” he replies kissing my shoulder before letting me go. 

“Come back to my house?” He asks moving to steer the boat. 

“Of course” I reply going back to cuddling and scratching Roscoe. 

-

“Go lay down,” he tells Roscoe after taking his harness off him. 

“You come here,” he says looking up at me. Moving from the doorway once I’m close enough he takes my hand in his, “Let’s finish what you started”. Pressing his lips to mine he lets go of my hand wrapping an arm around my waist and the other hand behind my neck. Letting go of my lips, he kisses down my neck making me grip onto him more and whimper. Kissing my lips softly before pulling me into his room. Taking my phone from me, tossing it onto the bed, Immediately going back to kiss me, pulling the bottom of my shirt up. Taking it off the rest of the way, he follows my actions looking down at me with blow pupils as he realizes I had nothing under the shirt. 

“Fuck” he whispers pulling me closer to him, then pushing me down onto the mattress. Moving to be above me he attacks my lips once again. Kissing down to my neck, to my collarbone, stopping at my boobs. Putting one in his mouth and squeezing the other with his hand causes me to moan. Letting go of my boobs, his free hand moves to the loose shorts I had put on while he harshly kisses my neck. Tugging the shorts slightly before I shift under him telling him to move so I can take them off.

Once they’re off I’m left naked in his bed, he does the same with his shorts going back on top of me. Quick to put his lips on mine, his hands wander across my body while I pull him closer. His right-hand makes its way onto my pussy. Rubbing it before putting his fingers in caused me to moan into my mouth. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he pauses resting his forehead on mine. “I’m so selfish, if I could have you all to myself I would. No one ever touches you like I do.” He says curling his fingers in me making me moan while looking up at him. 

“Make me all yours then” pressing my lips to his, reciprocating the kiss back. His fingers start working harder making me moan in the kisses more. 

“All mine.” He states while moving to my neck leaving marks but I can’t care, right? “My good girl” he adds curling his fingers again. 

“Lewis please fuck me“ I moan out wanting nothing more than to also please him. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks pulling his fingers out leaning back, pulling my hips signaling for me to turn onto my hands and knees. Rubbing my entrance with his fingers and tip, he repeats his question. “You want me to fuck you, love?” 

“Yes,” I breathed out “Please” I added. 

“Good girl,” he says pushing into me finally. We both moan as he slowly enters, “taking me so well”. He starts to gently and slowly thrust into me being careful. No longer being tense from the initial intrusion I push back into his thrusts. Taking that as a sign he starts moving faster, leaving us both moaning and groaning from the pleasure. 

Feeling my phone buzz somewhere on the bed slows down but doesn’t stop. 

“Who’s the fuck is calling?” I groan out feeling him lean over he grabs it reading the name. 

“Carlos is”

“Ignore it, block him after you fuck me,” I say while pushing into the slow thrusts. 

“Answer it,” he says handing me the phone

“Why?” 

“Just do it,” he says pushing in hard.

“Fine” I moan out not wanting to still. “What” I answer 

“You’ve been ignoring me.” He states 

“Oh oops,” I struggle out while he picks up his pace, putting his hand in my hair he tugs my head back so he can what he’s doing to me.  

“I miss you” 

“No you don’t” I breathe out trying to hold in my moans. 

“I do, I miss my friend, I miss our time together.” 

“You miss the sex” I groan out which could be mistaken for annoyance and unknowingly to him it’s from pleasure. 

“What’s the difference?”

“God you’re fucking pathetic” groaning out again trying to hide the pleasure Lewis is causing me. 

“What are you doing right now? I’m in Monaco right now”

“Not home, busy actually” I breathe out 

“Too busy for me?” He asks hope to get what he wants. Lewis getting tired of trying to be quiet grabs the phone. 

“Yeah, she’s a little doing other things you know?” He says finally fucking me harder and louder making me moan. Before Carlos could say anything he ended the call tossing the phone aside. Pulling me up towards him more by my hair, “You’re such a good girl huh?” 

“Yes,” I moan out louder. 

“Yes…” he trails off slamming himself into me. His other hand grabbed my throat. 

“Yes Daddy” I moan out making him groan. 

“All mine, only mine” he states letting go of me, allowing me to go back to leaning on my arms. Pulling out he turns me onto my back, he reinserts himself into me. “I want to watch you cum on my dick.” He says using one hand to rub my clit and the other to grope my boobs. 

“Lewis, I’m close” I moan out harder

“Yeah, fuck me too. You’re such a good girl, taken my dick well.” 

“Fuck cum in me please” I moan out as he leans forward pressing kisses up my chest to my lips. 

“You want me to cum in you?” 

“Yes, please” again moan into his kiss “I’m going cum”

“Cum on my dick” he states fastening his pace both hands and thrusts. Tighten onto his dick, arching my back as he continues his thrusts. Not longer after my release he comes, painting my insides with his cum. Pulling out he collapsed next to me, pulling me into his side. 

“I mean it, I want you to be my girlfriend” Lewis breathes out after catching his breath slightly. 

“I want to be your girlfriend” I reply looking up at him. Smiling widely he kisses me hard holding me closely. “As much as I want to lay with you, we need to get cleaned up.”

“You’re right, come shower with me baby girl”

—

The cameras that followed him felt like they weren't even there, he never moved far from me when they were around him. 

Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world.

He jumped at the chance to show me off at the races. Holding my hand as we walked through the paddock, pulling me closer for pictures and only letting go to greet people but his hand quickly found mine. Becoming his girlfriend was the best decision I have made. 

- 

 This race, in particular, went on the anxiety was up, Max leading with Lewis following behind and Lando in third. Crossing the finish line he jumped out running over pressing his lips to mine immediately, “Told you, you are my lucky charm.”

“Congratulations amor, Te Amo”

“I love you too,” He says hugging me as close as he can. “I have media stuff to do, wait in the motor home,” he says before walking away.

Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the world,

I want to be one to walk in the sun. 

“Are you serious with him?” The voice of Carlos speaks up before I can slip into Lewis’s room. 

“Yes,” I say walking away feeling like I’m going to throw up…again actually. 

“What about our friendship?” He asks pouting 

“I don’t know, I need to go though” I sigh trying to get to the motorhome faster, feeling worse. 

The second I’m in the home, I lay on the bed with Roscoe coming up to my stomach. Nudging me slightly for pets rest his head on my stomach now. Drifting off into a nap until I’m woken by Roscoe’s growling. Opening my eyes and looking at where he’s growling it’s the door where his dad is coming. 

“ cálmate Roscoe” I groan feeling sick once again. 

“Roscoe it’s just me” Lewis speaks out walking closer, Roscoe now standing to protect me. 

“Roscoe it’s your dad” I groan again wanting nothing but silence so I can focus on not getting sick. This time he lets up moving to lay back down with me close to my stomach again. 

“Baby you okay?” Lewis asks brushing hair away from my face

“Yeah,” I quietly say with my eyes closed. 

“Are you sure?” he asks getting concerned. 

“Just not feeling great” I answered hoping the conversation would go away. Of course, it wouldn’t. 

“When we get back to Monaco, you need to see a doctor. Most of the time now you don’t feel good. I’m concerned.” 

“I know mi amor, I will. I want to go to the hotel and nap, go celebrate with the others mi amor.” I say finally shifting upwards. Slowly getting up from the bed Lewis is quick to make sure I’m walking alright. 

“No I’ll stay with you,” he tells me, not having the energy to fight him I just nod. 

-

The flight home wasn’t much better but some solace in it was that I was going to the doctors soon to figure out what was going on. Lewis holding me close as Roscoe will let him, “Just got to get through today then you're going to know what’s going on” he mumbles into my hair. 

“Mhm,” I agree, keeping my eyes shut and avoiding any lights. 

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“I’ll be okay amor,” I tell him finally opening my eyes to look at him. Pressing my lips to his cheek, “I love you” I mumble still placing kisses on his cheek before settling my head onto his shoulder once again. 

“I love you too, are you sure you don’t want me to drive you? I just want you to be safe, I don’t have to be in meetings tomorrow.” He asks again 

“Lew, I promise I can handle a short appointment. It’s probably something like chronic migraines. It’ll be fine, stop worrying and I will tell you what they say”

“Okay okay I will stop mi amor” he replies giving up and cuddling into me rubbing my back. Roscoe quickly noticed, coming up between us. “Roscoe come on buddy, again?” Lewis sighs but gives in to what the dog wants. 

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” He asks earning a nod from me

-

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother. Other than that, the tests came back fine. It’s probably just morning sickness seeing as how you are only in your first trimester.” The doctor states making my heart drop, I’m going to be a mother and Lewis will be a father. We’ve never talked about it, we’ve only been together a little over a month. 

-

Going home first I shower then change my outfit to something loose. Looking in the mirror I finally notice I do look bloated but not much. I pick up my phone and keys before going back to Lewis’.

Walking into Lewis' apartment, Roscoe is quick to greet me at the door. Trying to wag the tail he doesn’t have so he’s shaking his butt excited to see me. “Hey baby boy,” I say quietly squatting to his level scratching his ears. 

“Hey baby,” Lewis says walking into the living room from the hallway. 

“Hey amor, thought you were going to go to meetings,” I say looking back at Roscoe who flopped to his side. 

“They were canceled, how was the doctor?” Asking the question I was dreading. Standing up from where I was squatting feeling I slight dizziness I pause rubbing my head. Lewis quickly makes his way over holding my face, “what’s wrong” he asks getting concerned. 

“Might want to sit down” I say looking up at his concerned face. Letting go of my face pulling me to the couch with him. Watching my face closely he speaks up, “Baby you’re scaring me just tell me what’s wrong”

“Okay okay” I sigh pausing and looking at Roscoe who got up between us again. “You’re going to be a father, surprising,” I say quickly making a shocked face. 

“You’re-“ pausing “Pregnant? You’re not fucking with me right” he breathes out. 

“I’m serious, amor,” I tell him still unsure of his reaction, but he smiles now. 

“I’m going to be a father” he repeats excitedly, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have a family with” putting his hand under my chin causing me to smile. 

“I love you” pressing my lips to his 

“I love you so much” murmuring into the kiss. 

-

For the next 2  and a half months, Lewis and I move in together while looking for a house to buy. His words were that he wanted the baby to grow up in a nice house where it could grow. Lewis was adamant about hiring movers so I didn't stress my body. The past few race weekends I spent inside, in general, I've been inside. I'm not hiding that I'm pregnant but not shouting it at the top of my lungs. Plus the first stages of pregnancy were hard on my body.

This is the first race in a while that I decided I could attend announcing that we are going to be parents.

“Baby, are you sure you want to go?” Lewis asks as I get ready to leave the hotel with him.

“I'm sure Amor, besides Alex, will be there in case I need something,” I reply moving closer to him, putting my arms around his neck. “Stop worrying so much about me and worry about the race,” I tell him while pecking his cheek. 

“Fine but I'm still going to worry about you guys” He replies letting go of me and grabbing the keys, roscoes leash, and keycard to the room. 

-

The media were quick to snap pictures of us walking together hand in hand. The second they notice the bump the flashes start to go off faster. 

“Y/n” Alex shouts seeing me again for the first time in months. Letting go of Charles she starts walking fast over to us with Charles following with Leo in hand. “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were pregnant” she squeals hugging me before letting go, looking at my bump. Lewis and Charles greeted each other while watching us,  “I’m the godmother right?” She asks with a serious look

“If you want to be then yes” I giggle making her excited. 

“I have to go to the garage, call me if you need anything. Come to the garage before the race starts” Lewis tells me wrapping an arm around my lower back and leaning to kiss me. 

“I will” I reply pecking him and taking Roscoe from him who is happy to be with me. Turning back to Alex Charles is also making his way to the Ferrari Garage leaving Leo in Alex’s hands. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me” she marveled walking further into the paddock. 

“The only people I told were our families and of course Wolff family as well” I comfort her.

“Have you picked names at all or know the gender” 

“No, and no, haven’t thought of names and choosing to wait to find out the gender.”

“So a surprise?” 

“Yup, but we should start thinking of names. We’ve been so busy with the house-buying process  that haven’t stopped to think of other things.”

“You guys are buying a house” she excitedly asks.

“Yeah, we want the baby to have a childhood home. Should be another month until it’s ours officially”

“Oh my god please tell me you’re going to invite some people over to see it.” She asked getting excited again

“I think we will” I smile 

“I don’t want to dampen the mood but have you seen Carlos yet?”

“Haven’t bumped into him yet, haven’t even spoken to him since the last race I attended.” I shrug. 

“I’m going to the Ferrari garage now, do you want to come with me? I don’t want to stress you out.” She asks concerned

“I’ll come with, I was friends with some of the mechanics so would be nice to see them again,” I reply looking back down at Roscoe who’s staring at me. Walking beside her a Mercedes admin is coming up to us. 

“Y/n, we want to film some content with Roscoe right now, do you mind if we take him?” Nodding I had the leash over to her smiling at the confused dog. The admin pulls the leash to get his attention but the dog doesn’t budge.

“Roscoe go with her baby,” I tell him waving not being able to bend down to his level safely here. Finally, the dog sadly waddles with the admin. 

“You know a lot of people say their dogs became extremely protective of their owners when a baby is on the way,” Alex says petting Leo’s ears. 

“Really?” I ask thinking about the time when Roscoe got in between Lewis and me or even stood guard randomly. 

“Yeah I guess so”

“That makes sense oh my god. Remember the last race I attended?” I ask her 

“Yeah”

“Well I bumped into Carlos while I was starting to feel sick, I went to Lewis’ motorhome to lay down. Roscoe came over to cuddle and when Lewis was trying to come in, Roscoe was going crazy. He was barely allowing him to come over to me.” I explain 

“Aw oh my god, you guys have the cutest family already”

“I know” I giggle being cocky with her rolling her eyes jokingly. Stepping into the garage handing Leo to Joris to take him to Charles’ driver's room. 

“Y/n” one of the mechanics shouts looking up from the car, “we heard the rumors you’re going to be a mom!” He continues looking at my bump,” So it’s true!” 

“Yes baby Hamilton coming soon” I laugh rubbing the bump. 

“The baby’s going to be a Ferrari fan correct?” Another asks crossing his arms 

“Of course, it’s dad will be your driver next season, and besides everyone is a Ferrari fan at heart,” I replied, earning a laugh and excitement from them. From behind one of them, I could see Carlos standing watching our interaction. “As much as I would like to stay, got to go to Mercedes. I will see you guys again soon and more next season” I say happily making my way towards the exit. 

“Y/n, do you want me to drop you off?” Alex asks concerned much like Lewis

“I will be okay” I confirm hugging her and kissing her cheeks. Letting go I make my way towards Mercedes. 

“Y/n” the one voice I didn’t want to hear speaks up, ignoring him I try to keep going towards the garage. “Y/n wait come on”

“Carlos please leave me alone” I groan.

“I just want to know something, is it his?” He asks making me annoyed. 

“Yes Carlos it is, wouldn’t have been anyone else”

“Are you sure?” he asks not believing me 

“He is the only person I’ve been with for how long I am. Now leave me alone” demanded walking off faster. The second I’m in the garage, Lewis is focused on a screen, I sit with Susie Wolff who looks concerned seeing how upset I look. 

“Hey, everything okay?” She quietly asks trying not to gather attention, especially from Lewis. 

“Just bumped into Carlos and he tried implying that Lewis isn’t the father. I told him there’s no chance it’s someone else’s. It’s not even a big deal but just- you know how pregnancy hormones are” I sigh still trying to be quiet. 

“Of course, I’m always here for you.” She says rubbing my knee making me smile at her. Leaning back into the chair I pull my phone out to see Lewis and I are trending with pictures of us together. “Bringing back your socials?” Lewis asks over my shoulder. 

“Think so, maybe make an official announcement” I smile turning to look up at him in his race suit already.

“I support whatever you do” he states pressing a kiss to my lips. 

“Alright, lover boy time to get in the car” Toto comes up putting his hands on his shoulders. 

“Alright alright.”

“I love you” pressing another kiss to my lips before letting go. 

“I love you too”

-

“Lewis Hamilton taking the Italian Grand Prix win, Verstappen in second, and in Charles Leclerc. This win is big for Hamilton as this is the first race in a long time that his pregnant girlfriend has attended.” 

Lewis runs over to the team hugging everyone before taking me in his arms, “all for you and our baby” he says muffled from the helmet. Kissing the front of it I let him go do his after-race interviews. Quickly met up with Alex again for the podium ceremony holding hands with her as we stood in the front with Ferrari, Redbull, and Mercedes teams close by us. Lewis standing on the highest podium holding the trophy in the air before kissing it. All eyes were on him but his directed only on me. Smiling I said “I love you” making him smile harder before doing it back. 

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Y/nofficial: Baby Hamilton coming soon

LewisHamilton: My girl and our baby❤️ te amo

-y/nofficial: te amo❤️

Daniel Ricciardo: no more having to listen to him whine that you rejected him

-LewisHamilton: now just me simply for my girl

-Y/nofficial: who taught you that?

-LewisHamilton: I’m not old

-LandoNorris: lies 

Charles_Leclerc: if Alex is godmother then I’m godfather right?

-y/nofficial: haha

-Charles_Leclerc: RIGHT???

-LewisHamilton: don’t worry you are

-landonorris: why not me

-danielricciardo: Lando you’re a baby yourself, I should be godfather

-georgerussel: I should be

-Yukitsunoda0511: I should be

User1: not them fighting the be godfather 

-landonorris: it’s an important title, more than world champion 

-user2: LANDO LMAO

User3: Lewis and Y/n becoming is something I didn’t know I needed. 

User4: Carlos crying right now 

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User5: Y/n is back and announced she is pregnant! I’m crying, you’re crying, we all are crying

-user6: Confirmed

-user7: Confirmed

I wanna be the one to walk in the sun

AN: requests are still open for all drivers, if I don't do yours then I might be struggling with ideas. I will try my best to get around to all.

Ofc also if you want more F1 friends my requests are there and we can become mutual.

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Season of Love (4/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 4: No brakes, just love!

Austria

When you arrive at the pitlane in Spielberg, you notice a couple of heads turning towards you on your way to the W garage after your long absence.

Toto's eyes look intensely at you as you cross past the Mercedes' garage. Yes, he looks mad. Oh boy, that's one conversation you want to avoid having so bad.

—Did all go well? —Michael asks you as he greets you with a hug once you get in there; he is standing next to Millie's car, and his wording takes you slightly by surprise; you look at him, somewhat alarmed, as a different idea crosses your mind. —Your business trips, I mean —he clarifies as he notices your confused face.

—Oh, that, yes, the business trips, yeah, all good. Thank you! —you change topics as fast as possible, not wishing to lie to Michael. —Have I missed much?

—Well, it got interesting to say so.

—What?

He turns you around and nods towards a hurt-looking Charles Leclerc supervising his Ferrari car, crunched and pointing something while talking to a mechanic.

Charles has his hands covered in bandages, and his face is all bruised. What on earth! You lock eyes with him, and he looks surprised to see you there, then frowns at you slightly. You point your index finger to the left, and he gets your "See you in that narrow corridor where no one will see us."

—WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!? —You rush to take a good look at him when he catches your step, honestly concerned.

—That's what I asked myself! By "See you soon," you meant in four weeks! Good thing you didn't say, "See you in a while"!

—I'm sorry.

—Yeah, you better be! I texted you god knows how many times!

—I know, I'm sorry.

—Yeah, I'm really pissed at you, Y/N!

You look down at the floor, fucking sad. Charles notices it.

—But I'm even more glad and grateful to have you back —Charles pulls you into a tight hug, avoiding pressuring his bandaged hands against your body. —You had me worried.

You take a good peek at those.

—Second-degree burns on each. Something wrong went with my car; they are still investigating it. I lost brakes and control of her; thank god there wasn't a concrete wall or metal barrier and fence nearby, just rows of bumpers and forest beyond; a part at the front of the car caught fire due to the extreme friction, and that burned me.

You look at him, very pale, with your eyes widened.

—I know, I get what could have happened, but it didn't —Charles looks away with watery eyes. —So, let's move on. I'm not stopping racing.

You wipe a tear coming down your face.

—Oh no, no, I'm fine. It will take a minute, but I will be ready for the Dutch GP.

—Like a turkey put in an oven.

—I'll be fully cooked by then!

You both laugh; you missed your silly times with Charles so much. You picture him in a puffy turkey costume, struggling to get inside his car, not fitting.

—I'm glad you are alright; well, you know what I mean. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you when you needed it.

—It's okay, you are now.

-

Hi, honey! Yeah, no... Hi! Toto!? No! Once more... Hello Tots! Better! Remember that time when we fucked the shit out of each other, and then I disappeared for weeks? I'm back now! How is it going, my love? Yeah, like any of that is going to work.

You wait for the rest of the Mercedes team to leave their garage to slowly approach him, taking your time with each step, fighting your urge to run away.

—A text would have been nice —He tells you as soon as he feels you near, his eyes reading a graph slide on his iPad. Okay, that's a really icy tone.

—I'm sorry. I...

—Uhmju. So... —he closes the tablet's case, gets on his feet, fully upright, his height towering over you, and leans against the control center table, looking straight at you. —Business trips, huh? —he crosses his muscular arms. —Where have you really been? —Even if you are that nervous, you can't avoid peeking at his attractive flexed biceps.

—In Belgium. I had a personal emergency.

—What happened? —he swifts his tone to slightly concerned.

—I can't tell you.

He frowned at your answer, which was not good enough for him.—I see. It's not like it matters that you vanished for a month without a trace or warning and that didn't answer any of my worried calls or my sleepless late-night texts —Toto says.

—Toto, I-

—It's not like you have to explain a thing to me. It's not like I worried anyway —Toto interrupts you with a lot of sarcasm, moving to place his things inside his briefcase. —Well, I do really have a business trip to go. Excuse me —he passes you by, inches away, dodging your body.

He leaves you standing there, alone in the now empty Mercedes' garage. —I'm happy to see you —you say softly to yourself as you watch him walk further away in the distance, feeling you are about to cry.

How can his voice go from soft and sweet to sexy and guttural to authoritarian and commanding to this condescending and cold one? It needs to be studied.

-

The following day, Toto is nowhere to be seen. Sam notices you glancing around the paddock, looking for him near the Merc area. You don't feel like losing him, and you are there to try again to offer him an apology.

—He is in Germany. He will be here later —she tells you as she reaches you after exiting the Mercedes hospitality. —Hi! We didn't have a chance to talk yesterday; it's been crazy days for this team! How did it go?

—He is so mad at me anyways —you let out very sad. Sam can't avoid feeling sorry for you, which you notice and hate. 

—He has been under much pressure lately; we are still in P3 at Constructors and Drivers, and we got disqualified in Canada to add more to his stress.

—What?!

—Tecnicallities and human errors, which had him fuming. Plus, all the drama in his personal life with you missing.

—And the Sussie drama, too, probably.

—Sussie's drama?! —she looks at you perplexed, like a second head had grown from your neck.

—I had dinner at Lewis before Matthew's call. He mentioned at the table that she was staying with him at his place in Monaco; he made it sound like they were still in a relationship but on rocky times.

—Toto is not that type —Sam reassures a slightly insecure-looking you. —I would ask him about it, but he no longer confides in me. By the way, now Toto knows when I lie —that's why Samanta hates letting his walls down; it makes her more vulnerable to others. —You don't know how many times he asked me things; I denied knowing what was going on with you or where you were every time, but not once he believed me. It got worse when he noticed a nervous Niki looking straight at me whenever he came to inquire. So it will be best if you let me out of the loop, but only a bit, eh?

You look stunned at her; wow, Toto did really know Sam; reading her was so difficult. Then you move to answer her previous question, informing her: —The plan is still on track, with no significant alterations. We ran a couple of scenarios with the tactics department, and it all went well; even Pascal joined us to give his input. It felt weird to be back at the manor, like somehow I didn't belong there anymore; I missed my new life and you guys so fucking much!

—Pascal went to the manor?! —Sam's eyebrows go up in the air, stunned.

—No, no, he joined us in a secure call line. You know Matt doesn't allow him there; plus, he is still under house arrest in Hungary.

—Oh yeah, I forgot about that; it's been a while —Sam scratches her head. —Are you nervous?

—Yes.

—I will be there by your side —she squeezes your hand.

—Oh no, I don't want you even near all that.

—And everyone missed you too! The group was worried!

-

It hits you differently now, by how things turned out. 

But you can't avoid thinking that you are in Toto's homeland, which makes your mind wander to the dangerous thoughts you have been avoiding all day. 

All those what-ifs? 

What if you hadn't left? 

What if Toto wasn't mad at you? 

What if he had taken you to a romantic dinner in Vienna? 

What if he had shown you his favorite places from growing up? 

You also can't escape the thought of Toto's family. 

What if they showed up? 

What if you had met them? 

What if you got introduced to them? 

Of course, none of this will happen because you two aren't a thing yet. You killed your chances, and now you two are just friends who slept with each other and desire one another, but just that. 

Oh god, you pray you two aren't really just that. 

You screwed things with Toto so fast, don't you? It happened sooner than you expected to.

-

It's late. Toto arrives at his remote office straight from the jet in the late afternoon and stays working till dark. He has several papers to read and sign and essential things to approve; he needs quietness and no one bothering or interrupting, which is impossible during work hours. He sees you walk past behind the tinted windows of his headquarters. It is unusual for you to be around at these hours.

The lane is empty, and your heels sound louder than they should. All building facades remain lit, and only a couple of rooms inside them have the lights on for those late stayers, making the paddock feel less lonely than it should as you rush to your car on your way out. It was a tough day and an awful one.

Toto grabs his things and tries to reach you; he is angry and stressed, but it is not all your fault. He closes the door loudly, on purpose. You turn around at the sound, jumping a bit. He is about to crack a joke to ease things and come closer waving a peace flag but notices your red eyes from crying. His expression changes to one of honest concern.

—Shit —you let out softly, under your breath. He is the last person you want to meet in this state.

He comes close and stares at you for a good second. You don't say a word, and he tightly wraps you in his arms. He is warm and smells so good. You bury your head in his chest and meld in his embrace. He rests his chin on the top of your head; the height difference makes it comfortable for him.

—Feel like talking about it? —Toto says sweetly.

—No.

—Okay, it's all good. You don't have to. Can I hold you till you feel better?

—Yes, please —you softly sob; you feel like a little girl in his arms. He makes you feel like that all the time. You are only a couple of years younger than him. But he is such a grown-up in your eyes. And you are a fragile, weak thing on the constant verge of breakdown.

You cry in his arms, and he wipes and kisses your tears away. You melt inside. This man is too much.

He carries you in his arms inside the modern Mercedes building to the unlit, empty lobby; you two cuddle on the floor, Toto's back against the hallway wall, on top of the silver arrows logo carpet, and you lay on his chest, your legs crossing his.

Toto apologizes: —I shouldn't have said those things like that, but I was sore.

—I understand where it comes from. It's okay, I get it. I missed you so much —you let Toto know; he leans his forehead on yours, noses touching too.

And you kiss. You feel Toto's warm and soothing lips on yours, and you two start to tenderly and sweetly make out; it's warm, wet, and intimate, and when you are to caress his neck with your hand, almost out of breath but not able to stop, he suddenly breaks it off, taking you by surprise. 

—We should leave; we don't want fines on our way for overstaying. Stay with me tonight.

You nod, agreeing.

-

It's an exquisite bathroom the one in his hotel suite, with white walls decorated with the French boiserie technique and polished marble white floors with ornamental gold flowers hand-painted on the large tiles. Tall windows let the light enter behind the light curtains. A large frame mirror with gold edges sits against the wall and over the floor.

You two share the white bathtub, a 19th-century piece with gold leaf borders; you are happily placed on top of him inside it in the warm water, rubbing the expensive bamboo mesh loofah on his naked chest while he lets you know every detail about his trip to Germany and the crazy weeks he had while placing small kisses on your shoulders, neck, and mouth every once in a while. 

After that relaxing and repairing scented bath, you make it to the bed, and since all your things are in your hotel room, you steal one of his t-shirts as pajamas, both knowing quite well it's too tempting that you sleep butt naked on top his mattress, you both have to wake up early the following morning, and it's been a hectic day. Still, you decide not to wear underwear beneath it.

You make yourself comfortable on his bare firm chest, tracing small circles with your fingers on his pecks; Toto is only wearing tight navy blue and light fabric boxers, which make his bulge look so fine down there; you feel him pat your ass skin softly; and placing his large hand there before falling asleep.

If none of you were this tired and this emotionally drained right now, you would be about to reach an orgasm at this point.

-

You wake up early and share the room-service breakfast you ordered; you give Toto some of your fruit to his mouth, and he shares with you his salmon bagel; emotions always open the appetite before leaving the room with enough time to arrive at the circuit, you need to make a stop at your hotel before heading to the track. 

When the SUV arrives at the drop-off entrance in front of the hotel's baroque facade, Toto pulls you into a kiss in the backseat, leaving you gasping for more before you exit the car.

—We still have free time, so —you whisper against his lips.

He smiles at you. Toto drags you to the elevators faster than an F1 car.

-

You both enter your hotel suite and go straight to the bed, clothes getting out in the way on your path.

He spreads you on your knees, on all fours, on top of the mattress, at the border of the bed, while he fucks you doggy style while on his feet. You bounce against his hard cock, skin slapping, moans coming out from both sides when the tip of his dick hits the spot inside you. Every time, more desperate strokes. He slaps you on the ass. His open palm hits your right ass cheek, leaving a mark. 

Then he grabs you firmly by the hips, adding pressure, and starts to give it to you harder and faster. You can't stop moaning from the pleasure. You are being so loud, but you don't care; you feel done holding back or hiding any emotions that man makes you feel.

What Toto does to you next is unholy. He runs his hands along your arms till he reaches your palms, then wraps them around his own neck to make you support yourself, provoking you to arch your back. His free left hand caresses your chin and neck, then softly chokes you, making you turn your face to look straight at him. 

Holding you in that position, he starts playing with his tongue inside your mouth. He licks your lips and bites them while adding pressure against your hips and buries his right fingernails in your right soft tigh. He is as inside you as he can. He is aching for you more every second. 

He starts rocking himself against you, hitting your pussy and ass faster this time around. He has you moaning incoherently. The rhythm is so good; he fucks you in that position for a while till you start to feel so warm inside with each penetration; he is hard as fuck. And you feel you can't keep it together any longer. The pleasure is unbelievable. And you want to release. You start begging him to stop, well knowing you mean don't you dare! —Baby, I can't! Baby! I can't take it anymore! —You feel a hot sensation running down your legs. —Toto! —you moan as you start squirting all over your thighs and his.

—Fuck! —he growls, almost bestially, against your ear, getting drunk on your sents and fluids.

He shifts his whole body weight against yours, slowly pushing and pinning you down, your tummy against the mattress. Toto extends your arms and intertwines your hands and fingers with his in a sort of arrow position, completely topping you, rocking his hips in circles against your ass; you feel buried under his weight till Toto moans intense cumming noises to your ear, those noises drive you mad. He sounds so hot when he finishes.

—Stay in —you beg him. Oh, how he looks at you, what his eyes express makes your heart melt. You want him to be obsessed with you, to breathe you. It's borderline toxic, but that's how infatuated you are with him. You two remain in that position while kissing the life out of each other. You can feel him swing his hips every once in a while till his erection fades away.

-

Toto is the first one to step out of the shower; you enjoy the view of him butt naked, his wet hair dripping, the drops traveling through his bare chest down his abs and lower body while he strokes his length and legs with the towel, getting dry.

Once you are dry, too, and wrapped in a bathrobe, you start picking your clothes from the entryway floor; you two barely made it to the bed, unable to contain yourselves a second more, before going to the dressing room to select your outfit for today.

Toto is again putting on his Mercedes uniform, now in a bit of a rush. 

You are looking for your thong everywhere on the carpet, not knowing where it flew; you want to avoid the maid the awkward moment; it's the only piece of clothing missing. 

—I'm happy to have you back —he says with his whole heart, looking at you while finishing buttoning up his shirt. 

—I counted the days to be back with you —you say, emotional. Toto comes close, kisses the palm of your hand, and licks your index finger.

—I hope you don't need to leave again soon, but if you do, these stay with me —he is holding your panties hostage in his black jeans left pocket. 

None of you feel like saying goodbye and keep finding excuses in the form of kisses and petting to postpone it. Still, you must be discreet and professional and somehow manage to be together amidst everything in your life. It is a high-risk and conflict-of-interest kind of relationship on all fronts, but it feels worth it to you that you are ready to risk it all for him.

-

Sam, Charles, and you are hanging out in a famous high-end bakery in Vienna. The place is very bright, with high ceilings, white walls with mint accents of color, greenery, and modern gold lamps give the place its character; a massive large white wood display counter bar is full of rows of delicious pieces of bread and desserts, the clear wooden floors, light wood furniture, and small tables make it feel cozy. The place smells so good and feels warm.

Your mood is entirely different now. Sam stares at you while slurping dramatically and loudly the remains of her chocolate frappe through the straw.

—What? —you say while chewing your sacher würfel when you notice her eyes on you.

—They fucked —Charles adds before Sam can open her mouth. You two turn his way. He moves his hand in a kind of I recognize that smile on her while holding his vanilla kipferl.

—Yes —You admit, all blush. —But we discussed things too! —you rush to add.

—You told him where you went and what happened? —Charles asks you.

—You asked him about the Sussie thing? —Sam asks you.

Both at the same time.

—Well, no...

They roll their eyes at you.

Then Sam looks at you like you are crazy. —Then what did you two discuss? WAIT! Did you tell Charles?

—Of course, she told me! We are roomies AND besties!

Then Sam acts all jealous. —Hey! Get your own best friend!

—Charles intercepted me on my way out of the apartment; he only knew I would be out of town for a while —you clarify to Sam quickly before she slips out something important. —By the way, how is "abs" doing? —then you address Charles.

Samanta looked confused; she had never heard that name before. —Who is "abs"?

—Our womanizer neighbor in Monaco.

Still blank.

—The blond dude with long hair in a man-bun that's all ripped and has insane abs? —Charles gives her input.

Sam shakes her head.

—The one who is always shirtless and looks like Thor? He lives in the apartment right across our hallway and door —You add.

—No idea —she says, feeling left out.

—He is nice. Well... Yeah, it is hard to define. Sometimes, he hides from his conquests at our place after having fun, waiting for them to go. But he is hilarious and brings beers on cheat day Thursday —Charles explains.

—You going to love him, trust me, he is a sweet and trustworthy brute —you tell Sam.

-

A Twitter notification sounds on Millie's phone.

"Oh, miss Normani, it's great to have you back! Ferrari's red is a color that suits your skin so well; God bless the QUEEN!🐝🇬🇧" a video is attached along with the Sky Sports tweet. A stunning, athletic young girl walks down the paddock lane wearing impeccable street-style clothing, looking so chic, cameras flashing photos at her; Lewis's clothing game is getting challenged.

—Trouble is on our way —Millie hands her phone to Michael. 

—Oh, yeah, I heard the rumor at the start of the season that she would be taking the reserve driver seat for them, but that it went cold —Michael adds.

—Your sources are shit then —Millie jokes. He softly pushes her out of his way, joking.

—Well, let's give her a fight! —He motivates Millie.

-

—Certainly, I didn't see this one coming our way —Christian lets out after getting the news.

—Sorry, but who is she? —Helmut asks him.

—She's just the biggest name in girls' racing ever, no big deal —he jokes sarcastically. 

—The one that disappeared at the top of her game? I followed the scandal back in the day —Checo admits.

—Well, she is no longer on hiatus, it seems. Good thing is only for a few races! —Christian says while following her with his gaze as she enters the Ferrari headquarters.

-

—Mattia almost shit his pants when she finally answered him back. You are going to adore her. Normani is THE thing! —Charles gossips with Sam and you in the armchairs in the lobby of the Williams headquarters. —She lives in London and knows excellent places to hang out next week. I invited her to join us.

—I love the idea; this group always has room for another girl.

-

Once you are back at the circuit after lunch, you catch Toto sitting alone at a large picnic table under the shadow of a tree in an area further away from the hospitality and garages, working with his phone in hand. That man is all work, when will he relax? You go on your way there to annoy him so much.

—There is an entire long empty bench, and you sit right next —He tells you, in a deep voice but joking, arching his eyebrow, sensing your body against his.

You smile and giggle, getting even closer to him, almost blending with his side.

—God —he lets out exasperated but crosses an arm behind you and places his hand on top of yours, caressing it.

Then you move to get your things out of your large Bottega Venetta tote bag to work by his side; you have emails to answer.

You two get in the zone and focus on your tasks till you notice Toto moving his head to nose in your business.

—What's that mail for? Who are you sending it to? Why are you sending it? Hey, don't look at me like that. You are the one who chose to sit right next. I ask questions all the time; that's my job.

—Okay, but the annoyance part is my job in our relationship —you dare to shoot your shot, to see how he reacts, what he says.

You obtain no comment; he simply replies: —You have a fake job, remember?

Then, you slowly and overdramatically close your small and slim laptop with a single finger.

Toto looks at you with his eyes half closed and chin up.

—My secrets aren't for free, my love —you joke. You regret that wording later.

—Okay —He pays you with a couple of quick kisses; you are in a not very transit area and have enough privacy to do so. —What were you doing in Belgium?

—I meant the Williams-related ones; those are the ones for sale!

—Oh! Those I don't care about; we are about to bite you guys in the ass, anyways! —he says, overconfident, teasing you.

—Toto, dreaming is for free, don't you know?!

-

Toto was right; Lewis and George make a one-two. Normani gets on the podium, too, leaving Millie out. Well, that was quite the introduction for her.

-

Very late at night, you hear knocks on your suite door; you leave your warm and cozy bed to attend it. It's Toto.

As soon as you open the door, you feel a pair of lips on yours.

—I thought I would be sleeping all alone and sad after today's race on this chilly night —you pout, stopping kissing a second.

—Sorry, I went out to celebrate with the boys —Toto is a bit tipsy; he is wearing casual clothing now; layering looks so good on him! He is wearing a black turtle neck long-sleeve shirt under a very expensive cashmere grey, plain, modern blazer paired with black pants, loafer shoes, and an obsidian and silver bracelet; his hair is messy. 

Toto gets sillier and more relaxed when in that state, a thing you love, and also he gets hornier, too, to your pleasure.

The rustic fireplace is on, keeping the spacious room warm. You witness Toto rearrange the area; Toto pushes the coffee table out of the way in the sitting area right in front of the fire and brings pillows from the bed to let them fall on top of the puffy brown rug in there. 

Then he comes for you and takes you there by the hand. You two lay there wrapped in each other arms, making out. Toto's hands are on your ass and hips.

—Cozy and warm enough, baby girl? —he asks against your lips.

—Eh... —you shrug, joking. He smiles at you, then combs your hair tenderly with his fingers.

—Is there a chance you have a condom? We used the one in my wallet in the morning.

You shake your head; oh, bummer!

—Is it okay if I finish outside?

You feel your body shiver at his words.

—Yes. It's okay.

Clothes start to go out of the way; he gets you naked in no time; you are only wearing a black one-piece, sexy satin lace nightdress. He moves to help you get him undressed. His eyes go all over your body. —I keep fantasizing about what I'm going to do to you.

He takes you by surprise. Your cheeks turn red.

When you are both naked, he pushes you closer by the ass, making you spread your legs to give him room to get in the middle; you are sitting in a lotus position, your legs flexed over his, your thighs touching his thighs, he runs his hand all over your leg down to your ankle, you wrap your hands around his neck while you kiss.

Then, he slowly starts to lay you low on your back, making you lay on the pillows; he helps you make yourself comfortable on them and starts playing with your nipples, licking them with the tip of his tongue and biting them softly while locking eyes with you. He cups your tit and sucks it into his mouth; after a bit, he moves his way down. He starts eating your pussy like he is starving; you feel his wet tongue deep in you. He loves giving small kisses to your clit, provoking you to moan a lot. —I love running my tongue over every inch of you —he lets you know.

—Do you feel like to 69? —you ask him in the middle of a moan.

—Please —his voice is rough.

You sit on top of him, and you feel him burying his face in you, hand squeezing your ass while continuing to taste your pussy; amidst your loud moans, you start stroking his length and go down on his cock; you love his dick inside your mouth. You are giving him head so good that he stops for a minute to breathe heavily and moan.

—Fuck! I want to make it inside you; if you keep going, I'm going to burst inside your mouth.

—I wouldn't mind, but I love having you inside me, too.

You are more than wet and him more than hard when he slowly enters you. You both savor the movement. Then he flexes your left leg up and supports your calf on his shoulder. He starts to thrust you in that position while grabbing your right tit tightly. You feel his dick sliding inside every time faster. You are both panting and gasping.

He then switches positions, taking control this time; he gets your knees together and makes you get your legs up; he holds you in place with a firm grip from his hand on your hamstring muscles in a "hero" sex position, and Toto rocks his hips back and forward with deep strokes, you feel and see how his dick is curving up.

You start to scratch his thigh with your fingernails and slap his ass as the pleasure gets too good. —You fuck me so good, baby —you moan, reaching an orgasm in that position.

After giving yourself time to catch your breath for a second, you see how Toto lays down back against the rug; you immediately move to ride him. You feel him throbbing in pleasure inside and underneath you as you bounce hard up and down his dick; with your tits bouncing, he extends his arms to reach them and pinch your nipples, adding pressure with his fingers; then he starts wincing and biting his own lips; after a while, he rushes to place one of his large hands in your tummy, and you pull his cock out of you to start jerking it. Lots of guttural sounds come out of his mouth till he starts dripping. You feel his warm semen on your hand and abs, and you caress his chest with your free one and bend to kiss him hungrily.

Then he captures that hand and starts licking your index and middle fingers, sucking them inside his mouth and getting them wet enough with his saliva to then start leading your hand down on you, making you finger yourself, his hand on top of yours controlling and directing the movements. It gets to a point when you are so inside yourself and extremely wet that you are mess-moaning his name. Soft "Totos" is all he hears.

—Cum baby, cum for me —you feel your body trembling with his touch and yours. And you release, leaking on the rug beneath you. 

Your bodies are so heated and sweaty near the fireplace; he drops on his back after being angled fingering you, with his cock bent to the left. You place yourself next to him, hands running on his shoulders and toned arms. You kiss in that position for a while before heading towards the bathroom.

-

Before falling asleep, your chauffeur knocks on the door to deliver you a drugstore bag. As you finish drinking your tall glass of water after taking the Plan B pill and place it on the nightstand, Toto tells you he is going to spend time with his family so that he won't be sharing the flight to the UK with you. He will arrive two days later, just in time for the race.

He doesn't invite you to join him.

-

UK

You are all forced to rush to Silverstone from Austria for the anniversary race of the F1, which will take place before the usual activities of the Hungary GP start, leaving no room to rest for anyone. 

It's going to be such a unique and fabulous event, and indeed, the FIA outdid themselves. Still, it's insane for the drivers and teams to rush from one country to another and move all the equipment and people with zero time margin. No one is in their best senses when arriving at the circuit, and everyone looks like it.

Due to the logistics of the massive event, the meeting before free practice is to start at 6.00 a.m. Lando hits his head against the clear glass panel doors, trying to enter the meeting room, half asleep, holding a Red Bull in his shaky hand.

He goes straight to you. You are already sitting in the chair with your name tag. At this point, no one cares about them or respects them. It is more like a classroom now; the group always sits together at the back of the room.

Lando mumbles something that you and Millie believe means good morning, and then he takes a couple of the empty chairs next to you to lay on top of, placing his head on your thighs and using them as a pillow.

Making you laugh. —Okay, yes, go ahead —you joke. Then Lando really falls asleep. —Lando out! —you inform the group.

Lewis is in the same row as you, but at the very end, legs on top of the empty chairs beside him, with his back leaned against a sound asleep Vettel, buried beneath a massive puffer Mercedes' jacket, tilted against the wall in a sitting position. 

The room is almost empty except for you five.

—Angela almost tore down my bedroom door; she knocked so hard to wake me up. I nearly didn't make it, guys; I don't know how I got here —Lewis chats with you with a sleepy voice and swollen eyes.

Christian enters the room. —Is tits freezing today —he greets you. With a couple of "ah" sounds, he drops himself on the chairs in the front row. —I'm so old for this! —you all laugh. —You two look so well put together —He addresses Lewis and you, looking as stylish as ever. —I envy you.

Millie showed up in a set of Kuromi's pajamas, cocooned under Mick's Williams team winter jacket, that looked huge on her.

—Thanks, man —Lewis says.

Charles enters, greeting you with a peace sign gesture, followed by Carlos piggybacking a sleeping Daniel. —I would give you a hand, but... —Charles jokes, showing his bandages.

Normani enters, stealing the entire room's attention, wearing a white Dior long fleece blazer on top of a form-fitted pearl wool dress and a matching long scarf paired with high-knee suede boots in the same color. It's a monochromatic, stunning look with a combination of textures; her long hair is in a sleek ponytail, allowing it to show the beautiful minimal white gold earrings she is wearing, completing the look. 

Millie waves her hand at Normani, and she looks happy to see her in there. After greeting the room, she reaches to sit by her side and catch up. You all look at her in awe. She is so beautiful, like a doll.

—Is that Geroge? —Niki asks, on attendance this time, since Toto is not around yet.

—It's Sebastian —everyone answers in unison. He and Lewis are the first two to arrive, so no one witnessed how Vettel fell asleep mid-conversation in his chair like a grandpa and how Lewis got him warm and covered under his Mercedes puffer, yet no one has a doubt it is him who is hiding underneath there; this surprises Lewis.

—I'm shooting the poor fucker responsible for waking me up this early —Niki shouts, provoking smiles.

At his back, Masi enters the meeting room, looking very worried.

-

London is one of Sam's favorite cities; it has everything she likes. Plus, it's full of very cool girls who make her nervous and all blushy, so she loves to run errands for Niki when in town; she always ends up meeting someone and asking for a date. The best sex she has ever had in her life has been there; her greatest loves have been "chapstick" lesbians from East London.

Sam has spent her entire day on the streets being driven around, completing all the tasks on Niki's long list of things he asked her to do. It's getting dark, and the last item for today is to drop some jewelry at Cartier to get it clean. So the chauffeur takes her to the one in Old Bond Street. Her favorite, Sam, loves it even more when it's Christmas and the stunning decor is on the facade.

The store's doorman rushes to open her car door as the SUV pulls in front of the jewelry main entry. She gracefully gets down and greets him.

—Good evening, mam —he replies, welcoming her inside. Sam had been feeling happy the entire day, but it went away as soon as she entered. In the contiguous stanza, in the highly expensive-looking sitting area, Toto and Sussie are looking together at some exclusive pieces a sales lady is showing them; Sam glimpses the sparkles projected out of those under the lights from far away.

Toto is not supposed to be here, nor are they supposed to be together, she thinks, but disregards the thought; probably he just got free sooner, and they are just hanging out since Sussie lives here most of the time.

Then she goes ahead with her errand; as Sam delivers the pieces to the man behind the counter, she sees Toto getting handed back his credit card; after a bit, a man gives a box to Sussie's hands; they get up at the same and start exiting the room together; holding hands.

Fuck! They are about to see her; there is no way she can duck down and hide behind clear crystal panels.

—Sam! —Sussie greets her, noticing her and happy to see her.

Fuuuuuuck.

Toto turned his head, perplexed; he was checking out the male bracelets on the display wall on their way to the exit. He lets Sussie's hand go, and she comes close to hug Sam.

—Hi! How are you? Good to see you!

—Likewise!

—Shopping spree?

—Oh, no, I'm just running an errand for Niki —she waves her hand, dismissing it. —All ready? —Sam addresses the jewelry cleaner guy.

—In a minute —he offers her a smile.

—Hey, why don't you join us for dinner?! —Sussie offers her.

—I would love to! But I have another task yet; I don't wish to get Niki all grumpy; you know how he is when he gets in a bad mood —Lies. Sussie laughs and nods, agreeing; Toto remains quiet and further away.

—Well, next time, then! When you are in Monaco too, come to our place, yes?

—Yes!

Okay, this is a shitty position to be for Sam; if she doesn't tell you, she is a terrible friend to you. But if she tells you, she is a lousy friend to Toto. LORD HAVE MERCY! She needs to give it a thought before opening her mouth!

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When Toto decides to show up at the paddock, he goes to look for you. He looks tired and falls asleep next to you on a bench. You cover his face with your Balenciaga bomber jacket, giving him more privacy. You rest your left hand on top of his chest. 

Samanta then arrives.

—Oh, he is here, good.

—Shss, he just fell asleep!

—This reminds me of how babies are so cute when sleeping but a terror when up.

—He is always baby —you say with a silly voice, caressing his chest.

Toto tries to listen to the conversation beneath your jacket with his eyes closed; he is about to fall asleep when he hears Samanta's voice. He needs to talk to her and explain things, but he is so comfortable in your embrace, so that can wait.

—Haven't you seen his photo from when he was a kid? They asked us for the digital version to print and place on the commemorative mural the FIA is making for the anniversary pit walk.

—No, I haven't! Is it better than baby Bottas?

—Oh, you are going to die! I have the original one in my purse here —Sam hands you a glossy, old-looking picture, a bit yellowy.

—Aawwww, he is so cute! —You observe in detail the photo of little Toto, a bit tall for his age, with skinny legs and dark, wild hair up and to the sides, leaned against his go-kart, helmet in hand; his little sister makes a small appearance in the back, picking a pebble or something from the floor wearing a floral pattern jumper. Toto is wearing an electric blue seventies driver's suit. —Hair hasn't changed a bit; that pose is everything! —you instantly get heart eyes. —His nose is so tiny, and he looks adorable. So cute! —you say with a silly voice and stare at the picture more.

—Now give it back! —Sam demands you; she yanks the photo of your grip, struggling until you let it go, then Sam archives it quickly in her purse.

—Now, shush! I'm reading essential documents —you tell her.

—Like your job was for real!

—Excuse you with that again! —Sam smiles at you and quickly disappears, noticing you are about to throw your tumbler at her.

Half an hour later, you feel Toto move on the bench, turning and almost falling to the side. He tries to incorporate and bumps his forehead with the table.

—Ouchie, love! —you let out and start to rub his temple tenderly.

—Ow! That hurt! —Toto lets you pamper him. Then stays stomach on the bench, making tired noises.

—I don't love my job very much right now —He says, and after a couple of minutes, he starts incorporating, no longer being able to avoid it, dragging along your bomber jacket, stuck and caught on behind his neck, with his hair all wild, and an "I just wake up" face.

—I just saw a photo of kid you with that same hairstyle!

He looks at you with one wonky eye, slowly processing the information.

All you can do is smile at him and softly laugh at the sight; you are so in love with him.

—Gotta get going! —he tells you, gets on his feet, places your jacket at your side, and bends his tall, fit body to kiss you on the cheek, rubbing your shoulders with his hands simultaneously before walking away.

I will not be able to resist greet and saying goodbye to him just with kisses on the cheek any longer.

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[thisismeracing]

LEWIS DATING A KOREAN GIRL | LH44

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to korean people and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

⁕ Reader is an engineer as requested here, but it's just one of the points of the headcanon, so it won't be a problem if you're not an engineer hehe <3

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Lewis will definitely learn a thing or two of your native language even before you guys start dating. And once you finally do, he will be all in for learning everything.

He's curious and eager to learn about Korean culture beyond what the mainstream shows. And he will listen attentively to everything you tell him.

Don't get me started on the fooood! Man will try every vegan version available and you'll love him even more for that. He already knows how to use chopsticks, but before you, he would use them occasionally, now he uses them whenever you guys are having any traditional dish (to which he will listen to you talk with heart eyes).

Lewis is such a mindful lover, he will definitely buy small things that remind you of your culture and put them around the house to make it feel homier so you don't even wander far from your roots.

When you go meet your family it takes a bit for Lewis to get used to keeping his PDA to hands holding, he would often lean in to kiss you and then remember and backtrack with a smile all giddy.

Your whole family just loves him so much, they learn how to cook the vegan versions of all traditional foods and Lewis almost cries when it's dinner time and you guys are eating the same thing.

The whole relationship is just a lovely experience because you guys will talk about everything and anything. He will often ask about work/uni and you're going to tell all the engineering gossip. More often than not you guys will discuss the technicalities of the cars and he'll get the urge to just kiss because you're just so perfect and smart and funny, he's in awe.

You can bet this man is gonna brag about you and mention that you're an engineer to everyone around. The internet will even joke about how his answer to everything always starts with "Yeah, you know my girlfriend's an engineer, so...".

The Mercedes garage will love having you around, you're just so polite and friendly. They'll love how Lewis always shows the car stuff to you and ask your opinion, and it's common to end up in a small circle of conversation with the crew about racing.

Will definitely take up reading more about your interests and your culture. You'll catch tons of Koean songs on his new gym playlist.

It's a calm and beautiful love. Lewis is open and ready to do anything and everything for you, just like you are for him.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL:  If something sounded stereotypical or even slightly offensive, please let me know, and I’ll change it immediately. I hope you guys liked it *mwah*

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[shes-homeward-bound]

Crash and Burn | Chapter 11

Summary: You’re the first female driver to compete in the Formula 1 World Championship in decades and it's your second year of navigating through a male-dominated sport. Your talent and drive to prove yourself made you vicious on the grid. Your seemingly unshakeable confidence was never questioned- until a certain Ferrari driver made you crash and burn.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Chapters: 11/11

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4.6k

Posted on: 05/25/2023

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A/N: The final chapter is finally here. I am so sorry for the wait. I wanted to make sure that it was all wrapped up and cute and fluffy just for you guys. Thank you so so much for taking the time to read whatever I write. I appreciate every single one of your comments. It was so fun writing for Carlos and a driver reader.

Finally, after many years in Formula One, Carlos Sainz had gotten his first pole position here in Silverstone. He cheers and scrambles out of the car and immediately gets congratulated by Charles and Max. He couldn’t believe it. After years of hard work, he has finally gotten the best chance to win a Grand Prix. He was thrumming with excitement and disbelief, he still couldn’t believe it even when they started interviewing him. Once finished, he walks back to the pitlane and is met with a flurry of kisses.

“P1! P1! P1!” you chanted. “Babe, you did it!”

You give him a crushing hug and he returns the favor. It’s been almost 2 months since the accident and he was finally comfortable enough to hold you as tight as he wanted. 

“I didn’t expect it! I thought I was doing bad out there.”

You give him a peck on the cheek. “This is your weekend, Carlos. You can do this!”

You and Carlos part ways only to have him meet you in Aston Martin hospitality so you could drive together back to your place. You offered to let him stay in your apartment for the British Grand Prix so Carlos let his parents have his hotel room. 

After a shower, you and Carlos lounged in your living room trying to decompress as much as possible. Dinner was cooking in the oven and you leaned on Carlos as you both sipped on your electrolyte drinks. The night before the race was essential and your performance coaches were adamant that you send pictures of everything you ate and drank. Rupert and Anna were so used to staying by your side and monitoring everything, but to give you two privacy, they resorted to constant messaging making sure you were prepping for the race. The oven dings and you pull out the baked salmon, roasted vegetables, and baked sweet potato. You send the text to the group chat and place your phone face down on the kitchen counter. 

Despite seeing Carlos almost every week, it didn’t mean you got to spend much time alone. It was one of the busiest parts of the season and you were always in meetings, needed for simulators, and doing things for media and promotions. The only times you would interact was a quick kiss if you happened to pass by, sometimes you couldn’t even see each other at the end of the day because you were too tired. You and Carlos were always surrounded by other people, so times like this were precious because you were finally alone. 

Carlos joins you on the kitchen island and helps you set up the plates and utensils. The last time you were doing something domestic was back in your apartment in Monaco. While you were eating dinner, you made Carlos do some manifesting with you. He rolled his eyes but did it anyway, he would do anything to make you happy. You qualified for P7 so Carlos included you and manifested that you would find your way to third place and share the podium with him. While you would love to, you had Charles, the Red Bulls, and Mercedes to worry about. You know you would have more podiums to come but it was Carlos who needed this. He wasn’t having the best season, and you wanted this to boost his confidence. 

You both wake up from a restful sleep and immediately start your race day routines. You and Carlos drive over to the hotel where Pierre and Yuki were staying to have breakfast with them. You were still a little superstitious about it so you never missed race day breakfast with Pierre. So far, everything was going alright, you and the boys safely made it to the circuit and split up to go to find your teams. 

It’s a few hours before the race and you are sitting in Aston Martin hospitality sipping on your electrolyte drink while you contemplate your life. Two months ago, everything was seemingly falling apart. Your relationship with Carlos was on the line and you were in one of the most ridiculous scandals in all of motorsport. You were in a huge car crash but were able to walk away and recover from your injuries. It’s so strange to look back and see how different your life was. Now, you and Carlos are happier than ever and you have just signed a contract to continue your next two years in Formula One with Aston Martin. Life finally seemed normal again and that scared you.

If things are good, then something bad is bound to happen. You know that’s a horrible mindset to have but after the accident, you’ve been having trouble staying positive. You find yourself paranoid that you would lose every good thing in your life. Carlos knows how you feel and he does his best to be there for you but he was busy too, so you did your best to keep these thoughts to yourself. Anna set you up with a therapist and you’ve listened to the advice she’s giving you. You’ve been getting better at staying positive, this is why you made sure to take some time every day to think about the good things in life. Like in this moment where you just sit and people watch. Aston Martin’s hospitality doors were constantly opening and each person was just as interesting. There were the new interns who would shyly look at you, one of Seb’s engineers who was always nervous, and the guys from your pit crew who were all pumped up and waved at you. 

The rest of the day was a blur as your anxiety increasingly spiked. You wanted this win for Carlos and it was beginning to affect you to the point Anna made you go for a quick run to shake off some of your nerves. It helped for a little bit but by the time you were in your car and doing the formation lap, you were buzzing with anticipation. 

You breathe deeply and do your best to get into the racing mindset. Once all the lights turn off, you send it. You had a fantastic start when you heard the screech of metal from behind you. You whip your head to see one of the Alfa Romeo’s careening past your car. You start swearing when you notice they are upside down. You had already driven too far but you looked in your side mirror to see they crashed into the fence.

“Holy shit! Who was that?” you yell into the radio.

“Red Flag. Red Flag. Proceed to the pitlane.”

You start breathing heavily. “Who was that? Valtteri? Guanyu?”

“It was Guanyu. We don’t have information yet, make your way to the pitlane.”

You looked ahead and everyone’s lights were flashing as you all slowly drove to the pitlane. Carlos’s car was ahead and you let out a sigh of relief, at least he was safe. Once everyone was parked and you received the ‘okay’ to leave the car, you scrambled out and ran to the pit wall. 

“What happened?” your eyes grew big as flashes of your accident appeared. “Are they okay?”

“Zhou, Russel, and Albon are out,” says your strategist. 

He points to the screen that was showing live helicopter and drone footage. It looked bad, Gunayu’s car was wedged between the fence and a barrier. You squint and see that George was on the scene, and see ambulances for Alex and Guanyu. Breathing hard, you find yourself having to use one of the engineers to help with your balance. You squint at the screen just hoping that you would be able to catch a glimpse of him moving in his car. You didn’t even notice you were hyperventilating until Carlos appeared in front of you and told you to breathe slowly. He brings you close and you bury your head against his chest.

“I can’t look anymore, let me know when he gets out.”

Carlos holds you and tells you little updates while you close your eyes and work on breathing slowly. After a minute, he tells you to look up, and that's when you see Guanyu safely get out of the car. You sag onto Carlos and tears start streaming down your face, as quickly as possible, he leads you deep into the garage where you can let all your emotions out and away from the cameras. Someone hands you a tissue and you do your best to contain yourself. Now that you knew the boys were okay, you needed to get back into racing mode. That’s when you suddenly remember Carlos and his predicament.

“Carlos! You’re P2 right now!'' You look at the tv screens and you can see that the marshalls and other staff members were cleaning up the area and restoring the barrier. Guanyu's car was still stuck and the people on the cranes still had to figure out how to get it out. “They’re going to redo the line-up. This is your chance to get your position back!”

Carlos just looks at you and smiles. You had just relived a trauma and here you were trying to get yourself together for his benefit, he did have the greatest girlfriend. He makes you sit on the floor and he sits on the ground so that your legs are touching. 

“Don’t worry about me, I just want to make sure you’re ready to race. I’ll make sure Max doesn’t get ahead of me. I know I can win this, I can feel it,” says Carlos. 

You lean your head on his shoulder and take in a shaky breath. “I’ll be okay to drive, it was just so strange to see an accident so similar to mine. I’ll make sure to visit their garage after to see if we can see Guanyu.”

You and Carlos see Rupert peeking into the Aston Martin garage and the both of you laugh. It was time to go back to work. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he wishes you luck. You take him by the shoulders and look at him sternly. 

“Max is going to attack and be aggressive right away. He’s already pissed it’s a restart but that’s okay because you're faster and smarter. You can do this!” you say giving him a quick kiss and a shove out of the garage.

The engineers pull you aside and show your data from the start and they tell you what you have to do to achieve the same results. The team principal pulls you aside to see if you were mentally okay to race and you reassure him that you were okay. He seemed hesitant to believe you but when he sees the intensity in your eyes, he knows you won't disappoint him. Seb finds you sitting with Anna and your pit crew. He squats down and gives you a reassuring smile.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m a little embarrassed. I got emotional but I'm okay. I’m just glad to hear the boys are safe.”

He nods. “I talked to George and he told me Guanyu is fine and just a little shaken up. The medics were able to get him safely out of the card news. Us drivers are insane, something huge happens like this and all we do is take a moment, shake it off, and go back on the track.”

You look at him gratefully and nod.

“We’re all crazy, but that’s what makes us the best in the world,” he says, squeezing your shoulder. 

The team principal says that the race starts in ten minutes so you go to the bathroom and go over your different strategies with the engineers one last time. You look for Carlos, and when you see that he was already in the car with his helmet on, you laugh. The other drivers were still in their garages, he was the only one out there. Making your way over to his Ferrari, you bend down and get at eye level with him. You stick your pinky finger out and he hooks his with yours.

“Don’t forget what I told you, faster and smarter. You got this.”

You see him wink at you through his visor. Using the halo to stabilize yourself, you lean down and kiss the top of his helmet. The pit crew that surrounded him smiled at the gesture, they wished you luck as you headed to your car. The other drivers start trickling onto the pitlane and you’re met with Anna who gives you a pep talk. With your helmet and seat belts on, you closed your eyes and imagined yourself going through the corners of Silverstone.

Because of the accident, some of the guys may be a little hesitant at the start so you plan on using that to your advantage. You have had a strange relationship with driving after the accident. Yes, 30 minutes ago you may have been crying over the crash but that was because it was so similar to the one you had. You find yourself much more aggressive than you were before the accident. You weren’t too cocky about it where you put yourself in more danger but you drove with absolutely no hesitation. The fans noticed and loved it, your family was expectedly weary but they trusted you and your judgment. Since the crash, you have been top 10 in every race and you plan on keeping it like that. 

A formation lap is done and when all the lights go green, you floor it. Turns 1-3 were smooth and once you’re on Wellington Straight, you finally let yourself breathe again. Your strategist tells you you moved up two places making you P5. This excites you, maybe you can make it to the podium with Carlos but you don’t get too excited. You had a whole race ahead of you and anything can happen. You have some interesting battles with Fernando, Lando, and Charles battling for 4th place. You almost had a close call with Fernando and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t lash out at him through the radio. You resort to grumbling incoherent swears at your engineer and he just comically responds with “I know” knowing it was completely Fernando’s fault you almost crashed into him.

You let out a whoop into the radio when you cross the finish line. You finished P5 and was happy with your performance and was even more excited knowing that Carlos got his first-ever win. Parked in the pitlane and clambering out of the car, you clap Charles on the back but before he could even acknowledge you, you were sprinting away from him. Running as fast as you can, you make a beeline for Carlos and jump into his outstretched arms. He holds you tight and after a few moments he rips his helmet off and you do the same. You beam at each other as you clasp your hands around his shoulders, he was glowing and his eyes sparkled.

“Congratulations Carlos Sainz, you’re a Grand Prix Winner,” you say as he holds you tightly. “I am so proud of you and I love you so much.”

He smiles and brings his hands to your face, he was speechless as his heart beat fast at all the celebrations around him. Carlos kisses you deeply and the engineers and other teams around him start cheering loudly. You let go of him and he gives a little cheeky wink. While he hugs his parents and sisters, you get weighed and make your way back to the barricade. Carlos leaves to go to the cool-down room and with the help of his cousin and manager, you climb over the barrier to join his team and family. Carlos Senior and his sisters congratulate you for your p5 finish and Reyes gives you a bone-crushing hug, not caring at all that you are drenched in sweat. 

The announcer calls Carlos’s name and he steps outs waving at the fans who cheer him on. Once situated on the podium, Carlos looks down from the podium balcony, he can’t help but choke up. Just below him were the most important people in his life. The sea of red, his family, and you look up at him with smiles on your faces. He watches as you clutch his mother and sister’s hands and bounce in anticipation during the national anthem. Here he was about to receive a P1 trophy and he has never been happier or more grateful. Carlos knew his life was good, he wanted to be in motorsports and now here he was living the dream. He never thought he needed companionship until he met you, a person who would understand his goals in life and know how much dedication is needed for Formula One. 

When Carlos clutches his trophy, he meets your gaze and smiles softly. He had a second chance to deserve your love and he wasn’t going to mess it up this time. He knows what you both share is a once in a lifetime and he will never do anything to jeopardize your relationship. He caught a glimpse of what it would feel like if you were no longer in his life and he never wanted to feel like that again. 

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August 2022 - Formula One Summer Break

The cool blue water looks more and more enticing as the hot sun beats down on your body. You prop yourself onto your elbows and see Carlos on the other side of the boat talking to Lando and Alex. You look around the yacht and see drivers and their friends or significant others lounging on the deck. You were floating somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea with a bunch of exhausted Formula One drivers with sore bodies. Toto Wolff offered his yacht to George for a couple of days to kick-start the summer break. George invited everyone but the younger drivers with no spouses and children were the only ones who took up the offer. The day after the race was usually painful and you and your friends could not wait to get back to Monaco.

You look at Charles sitting on the chaise lounge next to you, staring off into the horizon. The last few months have been rough on the Ferrari drivers but it was Charles who was suffering. He was leading the championship but bad luck just kept hitting him every weekend.   

You tap him on the shoulder and he looks at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Do you ever have moments where you just can’t believe that this is your life? I mean– I’m on a yacht with my closest friends and coworkers. It just happens they’re all Formula One drivers which means that I am one of you,” you say blissfully looking out into the ocean and the faint outline of France and Monaco. “I can hardly believe it.”

Charles looks at you and smiles. Ever since the accident happened, you were always so verbal with your gratitude. You would be doing the most mundane things such as doing the track walk or toasting bread and you would stop, smile and strike up a conversation with the closest person. There was a time when Carlos was holding your hand in the paddock and you stopped walking just so you could lift the clasped hands, and marvel at it for a few seconds before telling Carlos how much you loved him. Those who witnessed it couldn’t stop smiling, they loved your love.   

“We are so lucky,” agreed Charles. “Sometimes I forget, but times like this remind me how lucky I am to be alive and feel the sun or laugh with my friends.”

You look at him as he wistfully gazes toward the direction of Monaco. He thinks of those he had lost, remembering to live each day like it was his last. Charles is ashamed to admit it but sometimes he’d forget so he was glad to have someone like you in his life to remind him what was important. 

“That accident you had in Miami–” he stops before his voice cracks. He lets out a puff of air and breathes deeply. “I can’t imagine how painful that must’ve been.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough for all the help and support you’ve given me and Carlos this year. Especially after the accident. You were always there to help us and I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”

Charles waves his hand nonchalantly, “I know you would've done the same if roles were reversed.”

Sometimes you would go back to the footage of the accident, you felt a phantom pain in your chest every time you saw the car careen towards the barrier. What hurt the most was seeing how people were reacting to it, you remember seeing Carlos and Lando watching the screens intently but not Charles. You could see the scene so clearly, him facing away from the monitors and breathing hard, his skin pale at the thought of your demise. When you were at the hospital he doted over you, stayed by your side whenever Carlos or Anna had to leave. You remember the way he and his girlfriend would visit you whenever they could when you all got back to Monaco. It made you smile to think of the good friends you had in your life. Charles was right, you would do the same exact thing if roles were reversed. 

Changing the subject to each of your performances this year, Charles starts talking about his frustrations with himself and the car. The two of you get distracted when you see Daniel push Yuki off the boat which leads to Pierre throwing Daniel into the water. Everyone starts cheering and laughing, their smiles turning mischievous as they eye the other people around them. You and Charles look at each other and grin as you get up and start running to the other side of the boat. 

Charles charges toward Pierre and with a yelp, they both crash into the water. You approach Carlos and he turns around with his hands already out to defend himself.

“Amor, no. Don’t do it,” his voice slightly panicked. He eyes the cold blue water and looks at you sporting a cheeky smile.

“What?” you say innocently. “I can’t give my boyfriend a hug?”

You lunge for him but he quickly moves out of the way. The two of you dance around each other playing a cat-and-mouse game. Ultimately, you manage to shove him off the deck but not before he catches your hand and pulls you in. The shrieks turn to laughter as you and the others splash around in the ocean. The contrast between the scorching sun and the cold water became a comfortable medium so you and Carlos decide to stay in and float for a while. The others went back into the yacht but since the sea was relatively calm, you thought you couldn't waste this opportunity to relax in the water.

Carlos lets out a sigh of contentment.

To you, the cold water was especially relaxing since every single muscle in your body was still screaming. A couple of days ago, you had gotten a podium for P3 in Hungary and that race had depleted all your energy. You were racing hard the last 10 laps of the race. George was right behind and the two of you got into some very intense battles but in the end, it was you who was spraying champagne onto Lewis and Max.

“I told you the water would feel nice,” you say, poking him on his side. 

You’re both staring at the clouds and blue sky but you don’t have to look to know that he was grinning ear-to-ear. He reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours, ensuring you don’t drift away from him. You feel like you’re floating toward the sky, the only thing tethering you to Earth is Carlos’s dependable and firm grip. Sometimes you think about what might have happened if you chose not to forgive Carlos. You shiver just thinking about it. Maybe you wouldn’t have gotten into an accident or it could’ve been worse and resulted in permanent injuries or death. All you know is that Carlos is the love of your life and you would do it all over again even if it meant it would end in heartache. The thing is, you don’t think you ever have to worry about that. The universe has given you the perfect partner and despite any upcoming hardships, you know that you belong to each other and nothing will ever change that.

 The two of you enjoyed each other's company in silence until the water became too cold and you needed to get back on the yacht. Carlos helps you up onto the deck and head straight to the outdoor dining area. Everyone is already helping themselves to the food so you sit down and wait because Carlos insisted that he would make your plate for you. Lando teased you relentlessly but you just shrugged. Your boyfriend was excessive when it comes to taking care of you, he knows you could always make your coffee or grab a jacket if you’re cold but whenever you are with him, you barely lift a finger. Of course, you protest whenever he does this but he loves to spoil you so you let him.

Later that day after the sunset and the boat had docked in Monte Carlo, you, the other driver, and their girlfriends were pre-gaming in the lounge area. Everyone was dressed to the nines because you were going to the club and celebrating Max’s win and your third podium. Lily and Carmen compliment the emerald green cocktail dress and you grin when you tell them that Carlos had gifted it to you. This then leads to all the girlfriends scolding their partners for never gifting them a dress to their taste. The boys start hounding you about what kind of gifts you’ve given to Carlos and they are silenced when he flashes his watch you had gotten for him for his win in Silverstone. 

You sidle up to Carlos while his fingers glide over the silk and rest on your hip. Looking up, Carlos smirks down at you as your friends loudly squabble about who has the best sense of style. Everyone was throwing tipsy insults at each other, but it was all part of the banter. Carlos kisses the side of your head making you smile as laughter bubbles out. You wrap your arms around him and inhale the citrus and sandalwood. Feeling his gaze, you look up to see his dark brown eyes looking at you in pure adoration. Placing a hand on the side of his face, you pull him towards you and press a kiss on his lips. 

Here you were in a beautiful dress with the man of your dreams in your arms. You were performing well in the highest level of motorsport breaking records and boundaries for other women out there. A year ago, you were so focused on your work that every single thought was about becoming a world champion or getting as far up the grid as you can. You had to work harder than the boys just to prove that you belonged in this sport just as much as they did. Now that you’ve proven yourself, it makes that fire within you burn brighter. You want to be the best, you want to break records and show the world that you have what it takes to dominate the sport. It was strange to be competing with your boyfriend but it makes you better, some would even say ruthless. This is why you and Carlos work so well together, you teach him to enjoy and savor life while he helps you keep that laser focus on your goals.

You were now leaning against Carlos’s chest with his strong arms holding you close to him. His body gives you warmth as a cool sea breeze brushes past you. As the two of you admired the twinkling lights of Monte-Carlo at night, you can’t think of a better person to spend the rest of your life with.

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[lestappenforever]

After sleeping a bit, because if not, I was going to develop a headache because of Max’s DNF. Here’s my take on today’s race (hopefully I don’t cry again)

So Ferrari were good, but good to what extent? There speed was there, but again, we didn’t see any of the 2 have any type of battles, it was merely defensive. Charles defends for Carlos against Lando. But we didn’t really see much. Yes, Albert Park is a track that generally Ferrari like, but we didn’t really see the expected battles today. The whole “Red Bull was a couple of seconds slower than Ferrari” shit that was said today is just comparing to one side of Ref Bull, which is Checo, who didn’t have the speed and had floor damage sustained when battling Alonso. Also, the team order shit again. Ferrari protecting Carlos by using Charles. Granted Carlos was on the front row, but a battle would have been better.

Red Bull have made a mistake today, and maybe the DNF was just expected especially after the damage Max had in FP1. But nonetheless the car is a rocket ship, even as stated by the Mercedes boys. But while yes, that car is a rocket ship designed by the GOAT, the car isn’t what takes the driver to victory, actually the driver pushes the car to the ABSOLUTE LIMIT and takes it home. Because if it were Max who started P6 and didn’t have any damage, he could have taken it home. And on the Max note, today just goes to show that Max grew so much and matured as a driver. Because he knows shit like this happens. Granted, he’s mad, even furious, but he didn’t show it.

THAT MCLAREN HAS SPEED. Finally getting to see that Mercedes power unit in a proper car. Lando and Oscar drove really well today. But again. The whole team order shit, especially in Oscar’s home race, must suck.

The Astons are working their way up pocito pocito. Slowly but surely improving, with double points and good drives from both Lance and Fernando. They are not at opening races 2023 level, but are working their way up.

Can I just say, Haas are impressive??!! The car has speed, Nico and Kevin are comfortable in that car, and are able to take it places that they weren’t able to last year. Its like this team needed Guenther to leave to perform, and having a technical TP was definitely what they need.

YUKIIIII IS IMPRESSIVE AND SO FAR THE STRONGEST CONTENDER FOR THAT REDBULL SEAT IF CHECO WERE TO LEAVE. Today’s drive was just, chef’s kiss, defense and attack was perfect, and he’s showing that car’s potential to the fullest. Daniel also improved a bit, but is still nowhere near were he needs to be, so far, 3/3 out qualified and out performed by Yuki, who is cooking

Mercedes post 2021 regs is showing that 1. Cost cap is damaging them, 2. They were just so strong because of the old regs and 3. That insider in FIA that gave them information prior to being given to the teams was essential for their success (no I’m NOT TALKING ABOUT SUSIE, it was something much older). But maybe this team just had its glory and is essentially and originally going to be an upper midfield team.

Williams today proved that the decision to allow Alex to take Logan’s car was, unfortunately as expected, not the right one. Alex yes, drove well, but he failed to do the one thing Williams needed and essentially gave him the car for, which is scoring points. At this rate, Logan could have gotten the points, and outperformed Alex. Now let’s just pray and hope he didn’t loose his confidence and is able to perform well and actually score points next race.

While I’m still bitter, the race was actually not really that fun, with team orders being the main driver today, which would have NEVER happened if Max didn’t DNF, I’m looking at you all who are saying Max makes the sport boring, because looking today, no he doesn’t. And I actually hope for revenge of the Lion next race, and a new streak to start as the broken one in Suzuka, with Logan scoring and a proper gold race

Once again, I completely agree with your assessments and I don't really have anything to add. All I will say is:

Yuki > Daniel

Nico and K-Mag starting to cook.

And last, but certainly not least:

Williams owe Logan a fucking apology.

[rosyjuly]

"Good quali today," Sebastian says in lieu of a greeting. Mick lets the door fall closed behind him, lets himself imagine for a second that it's his driving that Seb is complimenting.

"Yeah, we're getting there, I think. Good updates this weekend."

"And I'm sure the mood is great after that incident in Turn One," Seb says. His amusement is clear even through the phone. Mick laughs but doesn't say anything else; you never know who will overhear what in these areas. "Anyway," Seb goes on, clearing his throat. "On the broadcast Nico said you were in the sim all night long."

It's more of a question than a statement. Mick winces, closes his eyes. He doesn't want another argument over this; this is his one chance now. He can sleep after he's signed another contract, but now he has to prove that he's indispensable.

"Yeah, that's why I missed your call," he says, rubbing his forehead. "I took a nap before coming to the track."

"Good, good. Well, your work is paying off, I think," Sebastian tells him. It's empty praise, nothing he hasn't heard a dozen times since he signed for Mercedes. It still makes his chest feel lighter, all warm. "Anyway, I don't mean to keep you, I know you're busy. I was just calling because-- well, you should come over, if you have some time. I'll cook."

"Oh," Mick says dumbly. He leans against the wall, tips his head back. When he closes his eyes, there are hazy shapes swimming across his eyeslids. The last time he went over for lunch, he ended up passing out on Seb's couch; hours later he woke up curled up under a blanket, an actual pillow soft under his cheek. Sebastian waved off his apology, said that it was good that he couldn't get too worked up for once over the game.

[ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo]

Strange Magic

So this is part one of my Billy Hargrove x OC fic.

It's not very much an original idea, I think almost everyone has a story like this in all honesty. But it loosely follows the end of season two and all of season three.

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The Mercedes practically jumped the small dips in the road.

Will, poor Will.

Why did this shit keep happening to such a sweet kid? The black car skidded to a stop in the road, parking. The woman grabbed onto the frame work, hoisting herself up to stand in her convertible.

“Eleven?” She asked in shock. The young child turned quickly.

“Kate?” The girl asked.

“Get your ass in this fucking car.” She pointed at her passenger seat with her thumb. The supposedly dead, very special young girl raced toward her friend’s car. Kate fell into the driver seat in shock.

“Why do you look like an Alice Cooper groupie?” She asked as El pulled her seatbelt on.

“I am a vigilante, I found one of my sisters and we took on bad guys.” Kate gunned the gas.

“Alright then.”

“I need to get to Mike, they’re in danger.”

“Everyone is at the Byers. Will is sick, again.” El nodded gravely.

Everyone waited with baited breath as the door swung open and El stepped in. El rushed into Mike’s arms and they hugged tightly.

“Kate, you came!” Dustin realized as the young woman shut the door quietly, leaning against it.

“Katherine.” Joyce realized, “We didn’t- You're supposed to be in Michigan, it must have taken you all day to get here.” She hugged the younger woman close.

“Three hours but don't tell Hops, he’ll have an aneurysm if he realizes how fast I was driving.” She rushed into Jonathan’s arms next, Nancy looked away discreetly as he pulled her off her feet. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as she squeezed him tightly in her arms.

“I came as soon as you called, tell me everything.” She whispered quietly to him. Johnathan sat her back on her feet.

xXx

It all started in fifth grade (fourth for Johnathan) during the shared recess. When the local bully at the time, Vance, sent a dodge ball flying straight at where Jonathan was trying to fix his first camera. Kate responded in turn by hurling a dodgeball toward his tiny crotch. The boy went down hard, and before the gym teacher could pull her off she had flipped him over and punted a second straight into his nose.

His rich parents wanted to press charges and Hopper had been called up to the school where he talked them down. He promised he would drive her home and talk to her parents after he sent the feisty ten year old out to his car. He lectured her the entire drive and she only responded that Vance had gotten what he deserved. Once they arrived at her house, the child pulled a key from under the mat and let herself and Hopper into the eerily quiet house where she plopped herself and her bag down at a kitchen table. The fridge and pantry were stocked to the nines and there was power and running water.

“What time does your mom come in from work?” He called out to her. She snorted back as she started on math homework.

“She doesnt work.”

“Where is she?”

“Probably halfway to Tenbucktoo.”

"She's gone? Like gone gone?" He asked. The girl nodded, "You know it's illegal to lie to a cop?"

"It's really not but I'm telling the truth. Mom took one of her 'me time' trips." The girl put air quotes around the name. "She gone for like six days out of the week every week, give or take. When she is here, she drinks and sleeps."

"Who takes care of you?" He asked.

"Me, myself, and I. Do you know how to do long division?" She asked. Hopper scoffed.

"Not really, kid , not really."

"Shit." She mumbled going back to her homework.

"I do make a mean macaroni."

"I have Kraft, I know how to cook." She waved him off.

"Kid, I can't let you stay here by yourself. I have to call it in."

"I'm fine, I know how to do everything." She shrugged.

"What if there's a fire?"

"Electrical and grease use baking soda; anything else uses water. Call the fire department."

"What if you need to go somewhere?"

"Walk, roller blades, bike, and skateboard. I have my pick."

"A bad person trying to break in."

"I hear the Hawkins PD has a wonderful officer named Hopper." She sassed back, crossing her hands in front of her with a smirk.

"What if you can't get to the phone?"

"In that case I would just get out." Hopper threw his hands up, the damn kid had an answer for everything. "There's an easy solution to all this, you could stay, then I won't be by myself."

"Kid thats-"

"Kate. It's Kate. Okay? Not kid, Kate. And you'd stay here while I'm here, like a babysitter, I could go with you to your job. Nothing ever happens in Hawkins."

"Let me work something out."

Working something out was driving her from school every day to the Byers residents.

Kate would spend the nights her mother wasn't home curled up in mountains of blankets on the Byers couch. By midnight ending up with Jonathan sleeping on the floor beside her and Will curled up on the opposite end.

Jonathan introduced her to his mom and little brother. His little brother introduced her to his friends. The rest was history.

When she got older she became The Babysitter. Will, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. Her kids.

And of course when shit hit the fan in Hawkins, she was the first they had come to. Dragging her down the rabbit hole of secret government children, labs, and upside down hell hole of Hawkins. And DND as well but she'd never admit that she took a liking to the game after watching them play it while she was babysitting.

"Holy shit." Kate was mumbling, standing entirely too close to Johnathan in the Byer kitchen. He was giving her the Clift notes of everything that had happened, leaned against the sink, hand on her hip as she had her arms crossed around her in the cold house. Nancy bitterly though that if she would put on some actual clothes she wouldn't be cold.

It wasn't that Nancy and Kate didn't get along. It was just- Nancy tried. Nancy did all of the work full stop. She studied, she was nice to her teachers, nice to other classmates, she worked for her good grades and great social life. Kate did not. She didn't study, she was always back-sassing her teachers, and shit the only people Kate was nice in their highschool was Nancy herself, Johnathan, and sometimes Steve. But Kate always had straight A's, people approached her in the hallways offering friendship, Joyce and Hopper acted like she was their long lost kid, or daughter in-law.

The only difference between Nancy and Kate was simple; Kate was hot. Blonde, tall, striking green eyes that seemed they could stare into your soul, great tits huge ass. She had a weird rock-farmer vibe with her cut up band shirts, jeans, and boots. Her hair was that messy sort of curly that made her look effortlessly hot. Half the damn time though it was wrestled into these messy buns that always somehow looked perfect.

If Nancy was honest, she was jealous. She felt like she didn't stand a chance.

"Nance." She jolted, speaking of the devil.

"Yeah?" Nancy asked not unkindly.

"You ok? You were kind of gone."

"Yeah I'm fine." Kate looked at her with so much love and respect, the guilt instantly bubbled.

"Joh-" she stopped as fighting started in the living room.

"You've been hiding her this whole time!" Mike shoved Hopper.

"Shit." Nancy cursed. Kate squeezed her hand once.

"Mike!" Kate scolded, walking toward them. Hopper grabbed him.

"Hey let's talk. Alone." He pulled him into a room.

Arms circled around her, tangled almost impossible to place with their correct body. Kate laughed happily. Four out of the usual eight but she'd take what she could get.

"Hey guys." She sighed trying to hug both Lucas and Dustin. Her eyes caught the new pair of bright green eyes, "Hey there Cherrybomb."

"I'm Max…" Kate tried to untangle from the boys, laughing when they refused to let loose of her.

"It's nice to meet you Max." The boys rushed off to hug El and Max leaned around Kate to watch, "I won't be offended, you can ditch me to go meet Eleven. She is totally the coolest." Max smiled at her, starting to walk off.

"You should meet my older brother, well, step brother. I kinda think you guys would get along. Most of the time he's a dick but the times when he's nice, that's the Billy I think you'd like, you just have to give him a chance first."

"I'll keep that in mind if I ever meet him."

xXx

They were splitting up. Kate stood to one side of the living room with her arms crossed. The remaining members of her child antortage crowding around her. She shook as Hopper carried Will's body toward the car.

"Wait!" She called out pushing herself out of the door, leaning around Hopper to get to Will. "Can I just-" she ran her fingers through Will's shaggy bowl cut, kissing his clammy forehead. "Just hang in there, okay my love?" She whispered to him, "You are so brave." Joyce rubbed her shoulder. "It's going to be okay." She tearily promised Joyce. "Will is so strong."

"You can come with us." Johnathan told her. Kate shook her head.

"I wanna stay with my remaining kids, make sure they're safe. I know you and Nance can take care of Will."

Johnathan pulled her into a bone crushing hug, pulling apart just enough to lay his forehead against hers. She pulled away from him, pushing him gently toward the car. Nancy waited against the passenger side door. Kate went back inside, locking the door tightly.

Crash "The door man get the door."

"STEVE HARRINGTON what the fuck are you doing with that thing?" Kate stood in the kitchen doorway.

"He- Dustin- it's a groundbreaking scientific discovery."

"Oh you're about to have a discovery. One of how far my foot can go up your pert little ass! Get that thing out of the house."

"But it was Dustin's idea."

"Dustin's a child!" She reminded him shrilly, lovingly stroking Dustin's curls, "You're an adult! You know better than he does!" She rolled her eyes walking away from the kitchen.

"Okay, keep shoving." Dustin smiled.

"What, Kate just said-"

"Kate'll never know." Dustin slammed the door on the fridge.

"You're going to get me killed." Steve sighed.

Kate went to clean vaguely listening as the kids argued with Steve that is until things got suspiciously quiet.

"Guys what's going on?" They were all backing away from the door. Suddenly it was forced open and the prettiest man Kate had ever seen stepped through.

He looked like Hollywood with his permed mullet and sexy clothes. And he was madder than a wet viper.

"Well well well. Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise." He was walking closer and closer. Dustin grabbed Kate's hand tightly. "I thought I told you to stay away from him Max."

"Listen, I can explain." Kate tried to step in, Billy didn't even acknowledge her as his eyes panned back to Lucas.

"Shut it. Little girl."

"Oh shit." Mike mumbled.

"Billy, go away." Max was telling him.

"You disobeyed me and you know what happens when you disobey me." Kate let go of Dustin's hand, moving closer to Lucas, Max, and this punk. "I break things." He snatched Lucas up by his jacket. Everyone started yelling.

"Since Max won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her. Stay away from her." and Lucas kicked wildly, hitting him in the balls as Kate grabbed him around his waist moving him out of Billy's path. Billy doubled over grabbing for his nuts, throwing down Lucas' jacket that Kate had pulled him out of.

“You are so dead Sinclar!” Billy stood back up and instead of Lucas it was Kate. She shoved him back hard, pinning him against the doorway. Dustin cackled.

“You’re gonna get it now, kick his ass Kate!” There was something in the way Max shrunk back her eyes shifting nervously. But Kate was already seeing red.

“You don't put your goddamn meaty paws on any of my kids ever again. You wanna push, shove, swing, or beat on somebody. You swing on me.” She was too far gone to see how Billy flinched at the idea of ever hitting her, or any woman for that matter. “But I can promise you. I’m ten times quicker and ten meaner than you could ever imagine and I will put you in a goddamn hospital eating your meals through a straw. Dont. Touch. My. Kids. And that includes that beautiful little girl.” she backed off letting him go, Billy started to speak. Holding up his hands in surrender.

“Hey! Get away from her!” Steve yanked him around punching him in the jaw. Billy started cackling, the previous fight Kate shocked out of him back with a new fever.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about.” Steve put up a hand, stopping Billy from stepping up to him.

"Get out." Steve ordered darkly. Kate shuffled the kids behind her, Max included.

His pride or impressing the hot girl?

Hot girls come and go. Billy was a selfish man. His eyes locked on Kate.

"Is he one of your 'kids'?" Billy asked coldly. Kate sucked a harsh breath through her nose looking murderous. Billy swung suddenly and Steve ducted, popping back up and knocking him into the counter.

"Yes Steve! Kick his ass!!!" The kids cheered. Steve gt a few good punches in, but Billy quickly got the upper hand.

"Nobody tells me what to do." Billy headbutted Steve tossing him across the living room before flipping him over and wailing on him. Kate rushed forward wrapping herself tightly around one of his arms. Billy flung her off and she landed harshly against the floor next to Steve. There was a sharp pain in his neck and he grabbed for the syringe, turning toward Max.

“The fuck is this shit?” He asked her, throwing the almost full syringe to the floor. Kate’s eyes rolled to the back of her skull and she fell limp.

"Kate! Kate, get up!" One of the kids was calling for her and turned his head drowsily to where she was still laying. "Shit shit shit. Katie!"

She was crumpled in a heap next to Harrington. Why wasn’t she moving? The world spun and Billy fell back. Max grabbed for Steve’s bat.

“From here on out. You leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?”

“Screw you.” Billy mumbled on the floor. Max swung, the force of it stuck the bat into the floor.

“Say you understand! Say it! Say it!!” Max screamed at him.

“I understand.” Max snatched up Billy’s keys while he was out and they dragged Steve to the car after putting a pillow under Kate’s head.

They surrounded her sleeping form.

“Kate.” Mike and Dustin shook her gently .

“Is she ok?” Max was asking.

“Watch her head, watch her head.” Dustin was chanting as they tried to move her toward the couch.

“Nuh uh. She got slammed by a Demogorgon like really hard into a tree and somethings been wrong with her head ever since.” Lucas told Max.

“Hoist.” Dustin told them as they gently tried to pick her up, “Max just keep her head steady. That’s why she was in Michigan. They sent her to a special hospital. She started getting these quiet seizures and headaches.” Kate wasn’t exactly super heavy but they were just kids and they were trying to be gentle with her. They had just pushed, shoved, and dragged Steve out to the Camaro. Kate groaned rolling onto her side.

"Kate!"

"Too loud." She responded.

"You passed out, are you okay?"

“I'm good. I'm fine.” She told them. Pushing her knees underneath her to try and stand, she looked over to the passed out Billy, "Good job Cherrybomb."

“You good to stay here with him?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah I’ll be fine with the Rob Lowe wannabe.” Kate sighed. Dustin giggled.

“Well he sure as shit aint Patrick Swayze or Tom Cruise.” She pushed herself up onto the couch. “Be safe.” She told them. After a while she drug Billy over toward the couch, putting a pillow under his big ass head.

"You are one heavy motherfucker." She cursed his sleeping form.

Time was moving slowly, minutes seemed like hours. Every now and again Billy would make this weird gagging noise in the back of his throat and she would poke him with the broom stick until he would groan and prove that he hadn't choked on his own blood.

xXx

Billy woke up with a groan, rolling over onto his back. His head was swimming.

“What the fuck was that shit?!” He cursed.

“Act like a beast, get tranqed, motherfucker.” she was up on the couch in a similar position to him.

“You know you got a dirty mouth, chica.”

“Oh my god! I should have just let you asphyxiate on your own blood.” Her head lolled off the couch and Billy reached up to scratch gently at her scalp. “Mmmm, nevermind I’m glad you lived." She stood. "Come on." She said gently. Billy got his feet under him as well and followed her woozily to the back of the house. She grabbed the salt off of the kitchen counter as they went and pushed Billy into the bathroom.

Kate fished out an extra toothbrush from under the sink and hopped up onto the counter. She plugged the drain and ran hot water in the sink.

"Rinse." She ordered him, handing him a Dixie cup of faucet water.

"I don't like when people tell me what to do."

"And I don't particularly care. Unstoppable force vs immovable object, let's go." She tipped the contents into his mouth. "Swish."

"It's warm." He mumbled around the water.

"Swish more, the heat will help if you have any scrapes or cuts from your teeth." She pressed the empty cup back to his lips. "Spit." Chunking that one in the trash she grabbed another, filling it with more hot water and sprinkling in some salt. "Swish again, hot stuff. It's going to be yucky but it helps." Swish, spit, into the trash, repeat. Until nurse Kate was sure the water was clear enough. Billy grabbed for the tooth brush and Kate pulled it away.

"What gives?"

"That's mine."

"I wanna brush my teeth."

"Ain't that a damn shame." She popped the brush into her mouth.

"Bitch."

"Dickhead." She pulled a washcloth from the hook, dipping it into the warm sink water. She held Billy's face gently as she wiped the blood from his face. Billy leaned against the sink putting his hands on both sides of her hips, standing in-between her legs.

This was horribly domestic. The power surge around them and Kate looked up sharply. She sighed something Billy couldn't quite make out. But it gave him the perfect opportunity to take the tooth brush.

"Hey!"

"Losers weepers." Kate pushed the neck of his shirt open more.

"Why are you covered in bruises?"

"Uh, because I got into a fight with pretty boy." Kate shook her head, not getting into it. Chalking the bruising on his neck up to something else like hickeys. They looked like finger prints though.

"Come on." She jumped down off the counter stumbling a bit, Billy caught her.

"Ok there, chica?"

"I'm fine. Your hand is on my ass." Billy squeezed once, realizing what the plumpness in his hand was.

"Ooop, sorry." Gravel crunched on the driveway, the two adults headed outside. It was close to midnight. "Shit." Billy mumbled as the world swam again, Kate helped him to lean against the hood of the Camaro

"Go get in my car!" Kate called to the kids, she tossed the keys to Steve. "Get them home to their parents." She held out her hand for Billy's keys from Steve.

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked, she answered him quietly.

"Billy's fine. I don't think he's going to hurt me or Max." Kate watched as Steve took the other kids in her car.

"Keys." Billy demanded with his hand out.

"No."

"No?"

"Billy you got hit with some pretty strong tranquilizer. You're not in a state to drive. Plus I want to talk to your parents."

"Absolutely not!"

"How are you going to explain you and Max being out so late? Trust me I'm good with parents."

"Neil is-"

"Can it Max." Billy said sharply. The redhead sighed.

"If you think that Billy is an asshole Neil is twenty times worse. He's the reason Billy is an ass." Max said quickly. Billy looked annoyed.

"I've got a way with parents, trust me and get in the car."

xXx

"This is a bad idea." Billy muttered as they pulled into the driveway. Kate pulled her hair down, fluffing it out.

"No it isn't." She promised, jumping out of the car. She rapped lightly on the door, stepping back as it was yanked open with a force.

"Hi." She said gently to the red faced man, "You must be Mr. Hargrove." His face slowly relaxed from the angry look he had in place. He took her outstretched hand in his.

"Neil Hargrove, that would be me."

"My name is Katherine Torrance, I'm a local babysitter, or well I was, my kids are a bit too old to need a full time babysitter now." She sighed sadly and Mr. Hargrove made a look of sympathy, "You little girl Max is friends with my kids and she tagged along tonight when we went to the drive in."

"She was supposed to be home with her brother." Mr. Hargrove said sternly.

"Yes sir. And I understand if she's in trouble I'm not trying to sway you in any way of course. I realize she hadn't gotten permission about halfway to the drive-in next town over and the intention was for her to call at the drive-in to inform either her parents or her brother where she had gone but the payphone had been busted and the greasy man at the counter insisted that the phone inside was a business line only." Mr. Hargrove nodded slowly, "but regardless of all that I just wanted to brag to you how kind and respectful both of your children are. And how much of an amazing brother Billy is." Neil's eyebrows shot into his hairline.

"Is he now?"

"Yes sir! He is such a good man, he must have learned from the best." That comment made Billy almost physically sick. "My car broke down on our way back home and when Billy found us he crammed everyone into his car without question. He was my knight in shining armor." Neil grunted.

"Yeah he tends to favor the pretty ones, probably had to endure every line in the book didn't you?"

"Oh no sir, he was very respectful."

"Kids go inside." He ordered Billy and Max. Max rushed past him but Billy stalled.

"William. Now." Billy stepped past his father.

"Night Turner." He muttered.

"Bye Hargrove." Kate answered back.

"You go to Hawkins?" Mr. Hargrove asked.

"I'll be coming back within a few weeks, we had moved up to Michigan for a while and now we are moving back."

"You seem like a really sweet girl," he ran his hand down her arm, "So stay away from my son, he's nothing but trouble."

"Oh. Um yes sir." She nodded, stepping off of the porch.

"He's really manipulative, could charm the pants off of a nun. Treats women like they're his play thing and I'll be honest with you, a few of those young girls he strings along walk around this town with bruises on them." Neil shook his head, "I've tried to get through to him but nothing I say sways him. I worry for his future."

"I understand completely." Kate waved goodbye, and started walking backwards down the driveway, "I should be headed home. Thank you sir."

"Let me drive you home."

"No no, that's entirely unnecessary." As if on cue, there rolled up Steve's BMW. She eyed where Max was pressed to the glass of a window, phone still in hand.

"Hey! Kate, I've got the tow truck on the way. We've got to meet them at your car!" Steve rolled down the passenger window.

"Bye." She jumped into the car and Steve sped off.

"Something is wrong with Max's stepdad." She told Steve.

"Yeah Max seemed scared as shit when she called Lucas'."

"Oh my God!" Kate squealed, "My boys!" She wrapped her arms around the closest kissing him all over his forehead. Poor Lucas was going to be wiping away the lipstick stains for days. "You all look so handsome! Wait? Where's my favorite?" Mike, Will, and Lucas groaned.

"Steve is showing him how to fix his hair." Mike rolled his eyes. Kate faked a gag.

"It's always Steve!" She rolled her eyes, "Fuck me with a chainsaw!"

"That would be brutal." Max scoffed, approaching the group, "Woah!" She said in shock looking at Kate, "You clean up!" Kate held out her arms, swishing the skirt of her dress back and forth. It was red, tight fitted, with long sleeves and a deep neckline, there was just enough loose skirt to cover her mid thigh, and it flared out off of her hips.

"Doesn't it look gorgeous!"

"You look hot!" Max said wide-eyed. Kate laughed.

"Y'all go have fun, be kids!" They rushed off and Kate stood by the door taking tickets.

"Shit." A deep voice sighed as Kate stood just outside the open doors, fanning herself from the full blast of the heat in the gym. "I thought that was you." She placed her fingertips to his firm chest, stopping him. Billy.

"Ticket please." He placed an arm over her head on the door frame.

"I'm chaperoning." Kate looked back at all the children.

"Oh really?! Which one's yours, I don't see any mini juvenile delinquents."

"Really? Because I can see four right there." Billy pointed to her kids. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, turning to look at him before her eyes widened in disbelief, looking somewhere past him.

"No!" She grabbed his free arm, accidently pulling him closer, "Oh! My poor baby, what has that Bono look-a-like done to your beautiful hair!" She groaned looking at Henderson. Billy backed off leaning against the other side of the double doors to smoke.

"Hey!" Steve tossed his hands up lagging a bit behind.

"Don't start your shit with me, rolling up here playing that shitty pop music!"

"Dustin looks good-"

"Mom and dad are fighting again." Dustin mumbled walking past.

"He looks like a million- uhh-." Steve stopped dead, words dying, wide eyes turned down, "That is a lot of cleavage for a middle school dance." Kate snapped her fingers in his face.

"Eyes up here shit brains! Why does my kid look like Chewbacca fucked the shit out of Madonna and had a love child?!" Kate's tits bounced with her erratic hand motions. Steve's eyes immediately went back down, "Keep it up. I flashed Higgins' wife for telling me I looked like a slut." Steve scurried off quickly.

"Personally I think it's unlady like for a young woman-" Billy's voice faded into a growl as Kate reached for her neckline to pull it down.

"You can shove your opinion up your cute little ass Hargrove." She eyed his cigarette.

"Want one?" He asked her, holding out his hand. Kate reached over and Billy took her hand pulling her to him.

"What are you doing?" Kate laughed, Billy placed her arms on his shoulders, putting his hands on her hip and swaying them to the slow music.

"You want to smoke, dance with me." Billy demanded. He swayed them in small circles around their little quiet square of the parking lot.

"Content yet?" Billy took the cigarette from his mouth and put it between her lips. Kate tried to reach for it and he 'Aahnt' ed her smacking her hand away lightly.

"Inhale" Billy ordered. Kate took a deep drag off of the cigarette, holding it before blowing the smoke away from Billy. He placed the lipstick stained cigarette back between his lips.

"Is this your last one?"

"Yeah I was going to head to the Circle K after this."

"Why?"

"Because I need more smokes?" He looked at her like she was stupid as he started swaying them again.

"No I mean why are you sticking around you could easily just come back and pick her up?" Billy shrugged.

"I didn't mind waiting." He tossed the cigarette once it was burned down to the filter.

"Do you only smoke Reds?"

"What else do you have?"

"Shit." Billy sighed from the back of Kate's car. Kate smirked around the rolling paper.

"Just full of surprises aren't I, so I'm running low and Rick apparently got himself into more trouble so we are shotgunning it, is that cool?"

"What's that?" Billy looked all pretty in that blue shirt in her backseat.

"You don't know how to shotgun a joint?" She turned so they were facing each other better, "I'm about to teach you the hottest way to seduce someone ever!" Billy smirked.

"So you're trying to seduce me?"

"Okay no. For us it's simply a means to an end and that end is getting high." She scooched even closer, "So you take your Reds or a blunt, you get a girl who's never smoked before, and you tempt them. When they get all nervous you tell them you know a way they can get the taste of it and see if they like it. You take your drag- here lemme just show you, you'll probably like this." She took a long drag off of the joint and leaned close, grabbing Billy's chin. "Open." Kate mumbled and Billy parted his lips. Kate leaned into him extremely close and blew the smoke into his mouth. "And you tell them to inhale as you blow." He felt her lips against his as she spoke. She sat back on her knees taking another drag. "Trust me with your good looks, panties will fly." She laughed. Billy held out his hand for the joint.

"Let me try." He smirked, taking a long drag before pulling her face toward his. He made sure there lips bumped together as he blew the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled before leaning over Billy to blow the smoke out the window.

"Just like that." She told him. Billy swore her eyes glowed in the moonlight.

"Kate?" A voice echoed over the night, "Kate?!"

"Shit that's Johnathan!" She put the joint between his lips, "You can hang out here and finish that if you like." And she was gone. Billy watched through the front windshield as she ran up behind the tall and lanky Byers kid. She grabbed his sides, doubling over in laughter when he jumped, startled.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" He wrapped her in his arm, steering her back toward the middle school gym. "Where have you been?"

"Here. There. Everywhere." She snarked back. Billy watched bitterly, what in the fuck did that skrawny sack of shit have on him. Steve, Billy could understand if it was Harrington, but Byers?!

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[oncexinxmyxdreams]

Encanto OC Event Week 3: Efecto Mariposa. One Family

(Cute inspiration about the twins when they're kids. Alejandra's inspired from Bingo Heeler from Bluey and Francisca's from movie version of Matilda Wormwood.)

🎶Bruno married Mercedes. Now they're expecting 2 babies. And that's how Abuela became an abuela! Let's go! Let's go! 🎶

Mercedes, like canon, spends her pregnancy nauseous and achy. Thankfully Julieta's cooking helps. Even Bruno gets up and makes simple food for his wife. He showers her belly with kisses and gentle taps for good luck. Pepa makes baby blankets. Casita creates a nursery in Bruno's room. Alma's excited to have a new generation who'll make the family stronger. When Mercedes suggests the name Alejandra for a girl, Bruno instantly loves it. He also loves Francisca if they have another. He thinks it's the perfect name for a fearless hero in a telenovela. They come up with Horacio and Inigo for sons. (Their middle names would be Pedro and Armando in honor of their fathers.) Interestingly, Horacio means "Timekeeper" and Inigo means "Fiery."😉

In May, Mercedes feels the beginning of labor late at night, but the contractions are far apart. She doesn't worry remembering how her mother's labor went with her half-sister. Pepa, Julieta and Alma are further in town the next morning. Instead of being alone, Bruno's there the whole time providing comfort. The rest of the family arrives just in time as labor gets stronger and Mercedes's water breaks! Then it gets crazy. Bruno's pushed out of the room. Pepa can't control her worry which causes a storm. Alma's frustrated and takes Pepa out to calm down. Julieta's keeping her cool the best she can. She's helped with deliveries, but she's nervous doing it for her sister-in-law. Bruno can't take it and tries pushing the door down, until Casita lets him through. He's there for the delivery of his daughters. With happy tears, he holds Francisca and washes her while Mercedes delivers a breech Alejandra. The family is overjoyed with two babies. Alma holds back crying, wishing Pedro was there. That night she checks on Bruno and quietly sobs. In the warm candlelight, he's snuggled with his wife and twin daughters; arms protectively around them. It's a bittersweet moment for Alma, but reassured knowing this won't end in tragedy.

Bruno and Mercedes share all the responsibilities of raising the twins. They change diapers, handle colic and crying fits in turns. Mercedes has a hard time nursing and worries she's failing as a mother. Bruno encourages her and stays up for late night feedings. Once she gets the knack of it, he savors watching. It fills his heart in a way he can't describe seeing his wife nurse their children. They develop a favorite nursing position. Cuddled in bed, Mercedes holding one, Bruno holding another against her breast and his free arm draped behind his wife. Their heads gently nudged so Bruno can whisper to Mercedes that he's proud and loves her so deeply.

Julieta and Pepa love being aunts. They spoil their nieces with hugs and smooches. Alma savors being an abuela and watching her grandchildren grow. Bruno's over the moon, the stars and beyond. He doesn't do visions as often and spends any free time with his babies. Even after a terrible day, he feels better seeing them. His favorite thing is to lie in the hammock, twins against his chest and softly tell stories. Their mostly about Mercedes. So we know how the twins were with their mama. How about with their dad? Since Bruno and Mercedes have a healthy marriage and truly love each other, it makes an impact on the twins' lives compared to Mercedes being with Pablo. As they grow, they can talk to Bruno about anything because he's understanding. There's no favorites or expectations.

Alejandra is Bruno's shadow. They love playing make believe games. She's a pile of giggles when Hernando and Jorge show up. She even tries her own versions with her blanket and mixing bowl. When Bruno has to leave for visions, she'll say "Don't worry Papi. All good visions today." When he comes back after a bad day, she'll say "Knock on wood Papi. Tomorrow's better." When she's scared around new people, she'll hide under his ruana. She'll do it trying to surprise him and Bruno plays along wondering where she went. She loves the rats and treats them like babies.

Francisca's still antisocial, but she bonds with Bruno. He actually sees her for who she is and does what she likes compared to Pablo. He reads with her and challenges her with puzzles/riddles. He draws with her while she learns sketching. Bruno's unbothered that she's not a hugger. She learns to write fast and leaves notes to the family about how she loves them. Bruno finds them on his desk and vision cave. Speaking of which, Francisca prefers watching his visions. She's not afraid of them and is curious how they work. She's more patient with animals and doesn't mind Bruno's rats. She can be arrogant, but gently reminded to be humble.

Mercedes and Bruno usually spend Saturdays outside with the girls. Going for long walks, playing in streams and having picnics. If the girls are sick or having nightmares, they're allowed in their bed. Francisca learns the piano young and she has concerts for her family (and the stuffed animals.) Alejandra makes bracelets and necklaces for everyone. For one of their parent's wedding anniversaries, the girls say they have to marry. (They're 3 then.) Mercedes and Bruno comedically reenact they're wedding ceremony. The next year, the girls do a play how their parents met. If Bruno's had a lot of visions requests, he has to deliver vision tablets to townspeople and the girls go with him. Sometimes together or just one. The deliveries aren't as tense with them. Some people have a better reign on their reactions when his children appear. Bruno's eternally grateful for his family and he'll do anything to make sure his daughters don't struggle like he did. He and Mercedes are going to have a major challenge when they get their gifts.

(I think I'll save the rest after the Encanto OC Event. My brain's tired sorting this all out. 😅)

@encanto-extended-edition

[terrific-fish]

I have some Thanksgiving Headcanons for the dads under the cut. I love them, your honor

Darryl: He wakes up early and does all the fixings. He does all of it himself because he's particular about the process. His episode 23 Dad Fact was that he names the turkey and treats it like a kitchen assistant, then pretends to be horrified all day for the bit. He makes "Peach Gobbler" for desert. Grant thinks it's cringe and doesn't like it. Nobody touches the bird until everyone is at the table together, even if Carol gets called in to work.

Henry: He sets up a Vegan Thanksgiving feast, but every year he makes sure to tell Lark and Sparrow how problematic Thanksgiving is, and calls it Family Day, or something similar, to justify having the feast. Mercedes' family from Ecuador visited only once, and after the gut upset from the sheer amount of Tofu, they never made the trip again. Lark and Sparrow get into a food fight every year, which may have been a factor in their decision.

Glenn: This is the last week he gets with Nick before he has to leave for Christmas Touring. He tries to make it great for Nick, and do the whole homemade feast thing for him, but he also knows he can only cook from a box. Starting on Monday, he practices cooking from scratch and fails miserably. He keeps trying up until the Thursday, when he makes stuffing from a box and reheats a precooked turkey. Nick loves it.

Jodie: He makes the whole meal. He lets Nicholas help him. Nicholas suggests adding more seasonings, and Jodie teaches him that too much seasoning can ruin a dish. Nicholas agrees, and the feast is finished. They serve it, and it's bland. The two of them agree that they used too many spices and that's why it isn't good. It happens every year, and Morgan laughs every time.

Ron: Ron never learned to cook. Every year, Samantha tries to teach him to make the feast (even though she's not great at it either) but they run out of time after one sidedish. They go out to eat at Applebees. Ron orders macaroni and cheese every time. Terry Jr. hates is, because Terry Senior would make a stunning spread and it's another way Ron failed him.

GEN 2:

Grant: Grant and Marco make the thanksgiving meal together, and have included age-appropriate meal prep for Lincoln since his adoption. Lincoln loves spending the time with his dads. Marco carves the bird every year after noticing that Grant seemed hollow after doing it himself.

Sparrow: Makes the meal himself. When Hero and Normal were younger, they'd be underfoot and make a mess. Anything they touched was awful, because Sparrow didn't know how to fix it, but everything else is immaculate. Hero doesn't like Thanksgiving, but Normal really likes having the whole family around, even if it can get a little tense. Lark doesn't attend, because Sparrow once promised that Henry wouldn't be there, but he was, and it was a disaster.

Nick: I maintain that Nick knows performance cooking. He only does it for special occasions, and this is one of them. He cooks for his family on the flat top, and makes a huge meal. None of it is traditional Thanksgiving fare, and that's the way he likes it. Taylor's eyes would light up at onion volcanoes.

Terry: On his first Thanksgiving with Scary and Veronica, he pulled out all the stops. He researched how to make the perfect feast, and made it perfectly efficient. Veronica was amazed and it made her fall for him even further, but Scary was disdainful of it. Terry will proceed to take them to restaurants (though it probably won't be applebees) in the future in hopes of making Scary more comfortable.

(Also Hermie eats three frozen dinners and pretends to be his parents, because one is a doctor and never home, and the other is too busy trying to overwinter their roses to be bothered. Sorry but this kid's background has gotta be depressing)

[the-witching-ash]

🌟 + Andrew?

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Here’s some more facts about him!

1) Once he and Mercedes eventually get married, he takes her name and becomes Andrew Jones. (Crossover, it would be Cartwright-Jones.)

2) Perdita isn’t a service dog for him, but she is an emotional support pet.

3) He’s a fantastic cook & baker, from age eleven was allowed to be in in charge of baking so long as he let Hiram put & take things out of the oven.

4) In his solo-verse, he was going to stay in Ohio for the Finchel-not wedding but once he learned that wasn’t happening, he left for New York sooner then he planned. He has a studio so he could take Perdita with him. (He and Rachel basically don’t have a relationship at this point, she’s not allowed to know his address.)

5) He really likes learning how to fix things, as an adult he only calls a professional to come fix some thing/takes his car in if it looks like he can’t fix it on his own.

6) He’s a baritone!

7) His guilty pleasures are rom-coms and Abba.

8) He doesn’t eat candy often but he hates the taste of anything sour-flavored.

7) Doesn’t drink soda, usally goes for water, or iced tea at restaurants.

8) Briefly tried being vegan out of solidarity with Rachel but didn’t like it.

9) He’s 13-minutes older then Rachel

10) Sophie and Sky from Mamma Mia where his bi-awakening.

[mademoiselle-red]

1, 2, 5, 7, 10, 15, and 26!

1 Favourite quote.

“But I should have come, anyway. I should have had to come back.” THE TRUEST LINE EVER SPOKEN IN THIS ENTIRE BOOK. 

2 Scene that lives in your head rent free.

The final scene!!! I just love how Laurie finally finds the strength to admit how much he loves and needs Ralph! 

5 Where did Ralph really go that one time he went to make a phone call?

I think he went for a little jog to clear his head and process his emotions, which is why he came back a little out of breath and looking dazzling (windswept and buzzing with endorphins from the exercise!)  

7 What does Laurie and Ralph's future look like?

I see a very cozy and domestic future for them. They’ll get through the war with a little luck (I firmly believe that they bring each other luck!) and emotional support from each other. In the beginning, Ralph is still a bit emotionally distant and closed off, especially immediately after their fight at the end of the book, and Laurie still struggles to find ways to take care of Ralph. But he quickly learns to read Ralph’s emotions and becomes quite good at drawing out his secrets and confidences. With patience and determination, Laurie finds new ways to love and care for Ralph and Ralph learns to accept Laurie’s affections and let himself be loved. 

After the war they’ll both move into fulfilling careers. I like to imagine Laurie becoming a translator since he seems quite proud of his French skills, and Ralph spending a few more years in the navy before enrolling in a university course and becoming an ocean cartographer who consults and advises academic and commercial maritime projects and ventures. They maintain a flat in London for over two decades because it's convenient for international travel (they both travel a lot for their jobs) and the anonymity of a big city helps them stay under the radar. But soon after homosexuality is decriminalized in the late 60s, Laurie stops renting out his childhood cottage and turns it into their holiday home. They slowly renovate it themselves over the next few years, and once they are both pleased with the place, they move back into the cottage. They turn the London flat into a rental for university students. It’s a good life. Laurie does most of the cooking and Ralph does most of the cleaning. Ralph gets into gardening and Laurie nerds out over DIY home renovations. They have a cat and a dog that they both dote on. Starting in the 70s, they take a roadtrip on the continent once a year, driving through France in a blue Renault and speeding down the autobahn in Germany in a silver Mercedes. 

10 Laurie/Andrew and Laurie/Ralph: discuss.

Hmmm, I feel like I’ve said / ranted / screamed / shouted most of the things I wanted to say about the love triangle both here and on discord. So I’ll discuss how the way I engage with the love triangle has changed over the course of my involvement in the fandom. When I started reading TC fan content, I got the impression that a lot of the old livejournal discussions and some popular ao3 fics that were pro-Ralph/Laurie also put a lot of emphasis on Laurie’s feelings for and relationship with Andrew. And some of those fan interpretations raised doubts on whether Laurie and Ralph would have a happy future, and whether Laurie was “forced” to choose Ralph. So for the longest time, I felt that I had to defend Ralph/Laurie, defend that Laurie’s choice of Ralph is what he wanted all along, and pay homage to Laurie’s feelings for Andrew in order to be a “serious” Ralph/Laurie fan and not one of those “Ralph fangirls.” However, I emerged from every successive reread of TC with a deeper dislike for Andrew, and it became harder and harder for me to be “fair” to him or see Andrew/Laurie as something I need to “respect” when I’m happily shipping Ralph/Laurie. 

More recently, I’ve finally admitted to myself that I hate Andrew, I hate Laurie/Andrew and I don’t give a damn about Andrew’s happiness, and in the future I imagine for Laurie, neither does he. I have finally given myself permission to imagine a future where Ralph gets to live out his days in peace with all of Laurie’s love and attention without that Andrew-nightmare hanging over him. And I extended that permission to myself: I removed my bookmarks on the old Ralph/Laurie fics I previously liked but now find painful to read because they give too much emotional weight to Andrew/Laurie. I also blocked the Andrew Raynes tag on tumblr so I won’t have to see any Ralph/Laurie fanart that also has Andrew in it. I feel more at peace now that I’ve purged most Andrew-related content from my dashboard and I only engage with it when I want to. Something I’m still working on is writing analyses and fics that discuss Ralph and Laurie’s conflicts and relationship development without mentioning Andrew. I want to relegate Laurie/Andrew to irrelevance (where it belongs, imo) in my discussion and depiction of Laurie and Ralph’s relationship challenges and their journey towards mutual understanding and acceptance. 

15 At which point did you know TC was going to be One Of Those Books for you?

I don’t know why, but when I finished the book for the first time, I felt a desperate need for assurance that Laurie would never waver in his love and commitment to Ralph again. My faith in Ralph and Laurie’s love became entwined in my own hopes and dreams for finding love on my own terms.  (And I'm glad I never stopped believing <3)

26 '53 edition gem you love.

The moment in chapter 8 when Laurie puts his hand on Ralph’s knee! Such an intimate and loving gesture! It really speaks volumes about Laurie’s love for Ralph. I’m so sad it got cut from the 1959 edition. 

Another gem is the part in chapter 16 where Laurie remembers the line from Andrew’s letter, “the thing you want to kill is in yourself”, as he realizes that he’d wronged Ralph. This line is cut in the 1959 version, which just says “another bit of the letter had come back to him” without specifying that it was this particular line. This line is important because it implies that Laurie realized that he had projected his self-loathing on Ralph. The one he wanted to kill wasn’t Ralph but the version of himself who loves Ralph. This is such an important moment of character development and emotional growth! In my opinion, this is when the “annihilating weight of remorse” finally falls and displaces Laurie’s concern over the “grotesque, obscene image of Andrew and Bunny together." Laurie finally stops worrying about Andrew and focuses his entire attention on Ralph. He never thinks about Andrew again from this point on in the novel, not even when Ralph mentions his “boy” in his suicide letter. I believe this is the moment when Laurie realizes that he cannot bear to lose Ralph, and makes up his mind to ask Alec for a telephone so he can call Ralph.

[bu1410]

Good afternoon TUMBLR - March 20th - 2024

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Abu Dhabi UAE June 1996 - Nov. 1997 -                             

 ‘’Tawheela Water Trasmission Scheme Project - Part 3

SHEIK ZAYED'S SECRETARY'S SITE VISIT Among the many reasons that contributed to Mr. Trovato's termination from the project, there was also the fact that he was present during Sheik Zayed's Sacretary's visit to site. The Secretary during the visit didn't hide he was very annoyed by Mr. Trovato's absance during his site visit, and told me he was going to report the fact to Client Works Management. One day, it was just after 11.00 in the morning, suddenly the Ajaban site was literally invaded by police and military SUVs: a great dust raised in the square in front of our offices. Quite frightened by what was happening, I was approached by a police officer who announced a surprise visit from the Sheik Zayed's Secretary!! A few minutes later a big white Mercedes with tinted windows arrives in the yard, from which a short, very slim guy came out - aquiline nose, mustache and goatee, he points at me with the usual white wand - I approached but I kept a safe distance (I was told that during a meeting Secretary whipped a Belgian guy in the face because he had contradicted him). With a ringing voice accompanied by the typical gesturing of his hands, he says to me:

WHERE IS Mr. TROVATO ahhh???

Well… (I said trying to take my time)… Sir.....as soon as I heard that you were coming… I called him… at the moment he is in Abu Dhabi… he said he will arrive immediately… (Abu Dhabi was 150 km away)

HE'S IN ABU DAHBI? YES OF COURSE …THIS MAN LIKE TOO MUCH TO ENJOY ABU DHABI!! Okay let's have a lunch here ……will see if he comes….

In reality I had called Trovato, warning him of the Secretary's visit, but he replied ''I don't a sh*****…'' In no time at all our offices were ''colonized'' by the Secretary's servants. Tables, computer shelves, were pushed aside and a large carpet was spread on the floor. Teapots, trays of kobs (round bread) dates, marzipan cakes appeared. And after a few minutes, two enormous trays carried on the shoulders of the servants entered: one of them was filled with a kind of yellow polenta, the other the traditional michoui' (a whole one) cooked on a spit. The two trays were placed on the ground and this was the signal: the Secretary, all his entourage and police officers (we included......) all sat down cross-legged and we began to eat. The procedure was simple: the index and middle fingers of the right hand were plunged into the michoui, while the guy sitting in front was doing the same, but pulling in the direction. Therefore a piece of meat was taken out - than thrown into the polenta, an attempt was made to make a meatball and then all is to be swallowed. Once we have '' familiarize'' with the guy sitting beside of each one us, the locals wanted to arrange the meatball for you!! Clearly no one had washed their hands before sitting on the floor….

Having consumed all the abundant libations, washed down with hectoliters of tea and coffee, thanked Allah for the food provided, we were ready for the visit to site. Which took place without too many problems, obtaining reasonable appreciation from the Secretary. Who let his Mercedes join him in the middle of the station, saluted with a Shoukran Ma'Salamaa and disappeared in a cloud of dust, followed by all those SUVs with cops. Only after this I understood the reason why the high-ranking officials of the Emirates police all had bellies: two events like this a week were enough, and weight, cholesterol and triglycerides certainly skyrocketed!

HIGH VOLTAGE POWER LINE The Ajaban pumping station was not equipped with generators, so it was necessary, as planned, to bring a 33,000 Volt line to the transformer building. The nearest substation was about 30 kilometers away, and the work was contracted to an Indian company, specialized in this type of activity. Once the excavations for the first pylon had been carried out, the Indians wanted to proceed as per tradition and organized a small ceremony: I had to kneel down in front of the holes in the foundations, break the coconuts on a particular stone, trying to send the coconut water inside the foundation holes. Then, with my back to the holes, I had to throw various mixtures of confetti and rice, all getting smoked by the incense sticks. After having had to eat sweets and various junk, once the ceremony was over, we proceeded with the concrete casting of the foundations of the pylons. In the meantime, the crane tried to bring an already assembled pylon closer, to be able to install it in the still fresh concrete. Unfortunately - perhaps due to a gust of wind - the pylon bent and crumpled like a twig, and this signal was seen as a bad omen by the Indians present. The canonical 7 days passed, after which the external laboratory proceeded to break the concrete cubes, prepared during the casting of the foundations of the pylons - and here the ominous omens were confirmed: the test results were lower than the minimum values. All 6 foundations had to be re-excavated and the work done all over again. This fact had a singular interpretation on the part of the Indians: according to them there was a ''negative element'' (which was identified in our Geologist…………) that had influenced the results. In my humble opinion, as a pragmatic Westerner, the reasons for the failure of the foundations were to be found in the poor quality and quantity of the cement used, and the failure to control the quantity of water used in the casting.

JEBEL HAFEET

Al Ain (eye, spring, fountain in Arabic) is a city designated by the Abu Dhabi authorities to be a place of treatment and rehabilitation for various chronic and non-chronic diseases. There are numerous clinics and hospitals in Al Ain. Approaching from the North, you are struck by the mass of Jebel Hafeet, a mountain of rock without vegetation that suddenly rises alone in the desert plain. It is the last offshoot of the Ḥajar mountain range, mountains belonging to Oman. At the foot of Jebal Hafeet is the "Green Mubazarrah", which is an important tourist attraction: several hot water springs flow into small streams and form a lake, while swimming pools and hot tubs are spread throughout the area. The only mountain in the Emirate of Abu Dhabi, and one of the highest mountains in the country, gave its name to a period in the history of the United Arab Emirates, the Hafit period of the Bronze Age (3200-2600 BC) due of the discovery of a group of important Bronze Age beehive graves at its foot. As of 2017, the mountain is recognized as part of a national park and was incorporated into the Sheikh Zayed protected area network in 2018. The road to the top of Jabel Hafeet is 11.7 km long with 21 hairpin bends and a height difference of 1290 meters (average gradient of 8% built in 1980 with three lanes (of which two for the climb) and its construction cost more than 300 million dollars. At the top there is only one building: the large villa of the Emir of Al Ain. It is a popular route among motorists and cyclists coming from the Arabian Peninsula. In January it hosts the Jebel Hafeet Mercure Challenge trophy, while in 2015 it was the arrival site of the third stage of the inaugural edition of the Abu Dhabi Tour, a cycling race organized by RCS Sport, won by the Colombian Esteban Chaves.

MUSTAFA MAHMUD - Egyption inspector of Client Works Management As already mentioned, the great heat forced us to work at night. On one of the nights I spent on site, I had the company of Mustafa Mahmud, a young Inspector of the Client's Works Management. Now also because the SAIPEM protocol expressly prohibited it, I have always tried not to discuss topics relating to religion, not only in Muslim countries, but everywhere in the world.

Mustafa, however, was a guy and that night I gave in to his insistence, when he asked me to account for my beliefs regarding faith etc. Naturally he was a convinced Muslim, but his young age and probably his proximity to Westerners had somewhat undermined his principles. In short, he asked many questions, rather than giving answers, and therefore strengthening his own beliefs. In any case, we discussed various topics - Mustafa was very knowledgeable - in which he desperately tried to convince me of the ''rightness and truth'' of the Islamic belief. I tried to counter as best I could, focusing above all on what for Muslims are ''the truths to be accepted without discussion'' (the famous 5 pillars of Islam) and which for me are obviously not. To try to put an end to a discussion that seemed to have no way out, I went to the office blackboard and drew a ball (the Earth) and a dot at the top (God):

You see Mustafa – I said – the great unbridgeable difference between you and me is this: you believe that God created the Earth, the Universe and everything that is inside it (and I drew a line from an imaginary God to the Earth)

I, however, believe that the human being, looking at the sky and seeing the sun, the stars and the planets, has never been able to give himself an explanation for all this, and therefore humans concluded ''there must be a Superior Entity that created all this, and called it ''God''. This last outing left Mustafa dumbfounded! Since his childhood child, his was teached on God existance and the possibility that God could be a human's invention had never arisen on him. During following days Mustafa avoided returning to talk about religious topics with me, but his attitude towards myself showed respect and that the flea I had in him ear would hardly have been raised in the years to come.

PREFABRICATED MANHOLES We needed to build several manholes, some of them enormous, given the diameter of the pipes carrying the water. It was decided to give the prefabrication task to Al Jabar, the largest Civil Contractor in all the Emirates. Al Jabar prefabrication yard was located in Musaffah, the place in Abu Dhabi where industrial plants, shipyards and dealerships of large American companies are concentrated. I used to visit the prefabrication yard a couple of times a week, and believe me Al Jabar prefabrication yard is the closest thing to a circle of Hell my eyes have ever seen. Machines, overhead and mobile cranes, trucks, bulldozers, tanks for prefabrication and drying of prefabricated elements: everything is huge, dirty, smoking, smelly. In the area the noise is deafening, none of the ''zombies'' who roam there speak to each other, simply because they can't hear each other. A sign language has developed over time, which everyone seems to use and understand with the utmost naturalness. Naturally, with those who, like me, come from outside, there were many misunderstandings. Al Jabar is so powerful, to the point that a legend says that for two months, during a cash crisis of Abu Dhabi Government - at the urging of the Emir Sheik Zayed, Al Jabar himself paid the salaries of all Emirates employees. In the end Al Jabar respected the delivery deadlines for the manholes we had commissioned, and the products were of good quality.

WEEK ENDS - AL BURAIMI - OMAN Al Buraimi is a city in Oman that borders Al Ain: the border essentially cuts the cities in two, as happens in other parts of the world, Ciudad Juarez - El Paso for example. We were therefore allowed to cross the border without formalities, and this was what we used to during weekend to enjoy the Buraimi Hotel entertainement. There was an excellent buffet, enlivened by the music of a Filipino band. One of Italian Company Ansaldo's vendors who worked on our construction site – a Neapolitan named Russo – had made friends with the Filipinos, to the point that he performed with them, sometimes playing the pianola, and then singing his signature piece – perhaps the Italian song that most detested – namely ''Italiano Vero'' by Toto Cotugno.

INTERCONTINENTAL HOTEL - AL AIN

Some Thursday evenings we used to go to Al AinIntercontinental bar for a beer and live music. Given the numerous hospitals and clinics, there was a strong presence of expatriate medical and nursing staff – and of all nationalities. There were Cuban, New Zealand doctors, English and Philippine nurses. I remember an Australian Doctor we came into contact with.

We chat a little, where are you from, ahh…Italians…how interesting…I would like to visit Italy one day…and all the usual amenities – then she asked my friend Franco:

And what are you doing here in the Emirates?

Well – replied Franco – we comb the desert dunes…

What does it mean ''comb the dunes''? Replied the girl with that typical expression we see in American comedy films, when the girl remains with her mouth totally open for a few seconds, trying to show all her surprise.

Well – Franco continued – you will certainly have seen the desert dunes since you came here – well anyone is enchanted by them, but unfortunately the dunes – in their natural state – are not like that.

The girl was more and more surprised…And…what are they like?

First of all they are very dirty: stones, papers, plastic bags… and then the shape is not like that of postcards, they have strange, not pleasant shapes - so Emir Zayed - may Allah guard him for 100 more years - has decided to launch a project to beautify the dunes, and make them as they are in the collective imagination - and we, with our equipment, are doing it! The girl was ecstatic: but all this is………is wonderful ! You are here to make people's dreams come true!! Great! I love Italians!! Let's have another beer….

MY (FIRST) FAREWELL TO UAE For a few months - given the chronic delay of the Project - we had been ordered to work every day including Fridays. My contract was clear: there was a limit of 240 hours per month, with one day off compatibly with the needs of the construction. A couple of weeks before leaving the Emirates for good, I sent an email to Mr. Trovato the to Branch HR Head, highlighting the contractual terms and attaching the relevant time sheets. As per SAIPEM habit, I got no answers. The day before my departure came, and I was informed that, although the flight was scheduled for 11.45 PM, I would have to leave for Abu Dhabi early in the morning, to go to the Branch. The next day I arrived in Abu Dhabi at 9.00 am, Management was not yet arrived at office. They arrived calmly around 10.30 am and after exchanging some jokes and a short briefing, I was told to wait for a decision on the possible payment for the extra days worked. At that time Abu Dhabi Company Branch was a modest office, with plasterboard and glass partition walls, so the speeches being made in the adjacent rooms could be heard very well. The discussion on whether or not to pay for my services went on for hours (I was wondering: don't these people have anything else to do?). I went for lunch, then returned to the offices, starting to worry because the take-off time was getting closer. I clearly heard HR Manager saying: ''It's better to pay him in cash otherwise this will be like others cases: as soon as they arrived in Italy they filing a complain, and then not only they're winning the cas, but from the Head Office they'll blame us because we didn't solve locally the issue!!. Other voices were spiking against this solution, and I honestly began to have enough of the pantomime, and was tempted to get up and leave. Finally around 6.30 pm I was called by the accountant, and I was given 2,600 USD in cash. All this ''cinema'' for just a few doillars, from a Company that invoice millions per year! Of course I had to sign a bunchof papers, with the usual clauses ''that nothing is owed to you and you waive any etc etc…''.

I left the Branch in the evening, the driver took me to the airport, a double sense of sadness weighed on me, partly because I was leaving Abu Dhabi and returning to the uncertainty of the future, and then in consideration of the smallness of the so-called 'Top Management '' who had deliberately waited until the last hour of the last day of my stay to make a decision that they could have taken weeks before.

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bono-schumi kiddo thots - godparents edition

once mick and bon’s f1 family find out they are expecting these people are pulling out their credit cards and buying every possible baby item they can set their hands on

kids mini mercedes car? delivered to their house

cute plush they saw at the store? in hand on the way to the register and holding onto it until they see one of them at the next race

the mercedes amg branded stroller and carseat? toto has shown up to their house in the middle of the night to hand deliver it (babe these are real products i just want you to know)

a shit ton of baby tommy hilfiger clothes that are unreleased? lew is folding them and putting it in the new wardrobe he bought for the nursery, before they even woke up (how did he get in?????? [he has a key])

a handmade crib that seb put hours of love into making? he’s setting it up while lew is folding the clothes

a collection of gina’s cowboy hats from her childhood? making space for them in the closet while lew and seb are doing their thing

and it isnt all monetary (even though they get enough items to fully furnish the nursery and have enough toys and clothes for at least another kid and didnt even have to worry about any of the other baby things because their village got it for them already) [seriously they didnt have to buy a damn thing]

like how susie has come over to either cook for them or drop off a dish she’s made

or how the kimi, nando, jensen, seb, lew, etc. come over one day to paint the nursery the color bon and mick have picked out but just haven’t gotten around to painting because of their busy schedules

or how while most of the guys who came over to help paint (how many of these fuckers actually need to be here in order to paint a single room one color?) val has made bon a cup of tea, and a cup of coffee for him to keep her company while mick supervises the painting session

or how lance and esteban will bring over fresh pastry around brunch time, to help in feeding the growing family

and it’s all a bit too much, but they don’t have the heart to tell them to stop so mick and bon just let their family shower their love on them

and bon is a little bit stressed about the whole “who do we put on paper so if anything happens to us they will be taken care of?” situation, but mick reassures her while they are cuddling in bed that there is no wrong answer and he will support whoever she wants to be godparents to their children, while kissing her gently and while sun fills the room they’re occupying

and they eventually land on a consensus

ellie’s godparents are susie and lew

because for one, little miss eloise is named after susie and lew is just so close to bon and she wants him in her daughter's life as much as he has been for her growing up

toto can be an unofficial godparent and i don't feel bad about that because he absolutely just slots himself into the role of grandpa right next to bono. [adding onto this nando absolutely gets called grandpa/abuelo because bon gets a good laugh each time nando reacts to hearing him being referred to as a grandpa.]

mikey’s godparents are gina a seb

seb because again this kid is named after him, but also because we cant leave seb out of being godparent. mick and bon would not let that slide. and then gina cause they also wont let gina not be godparent, and the fact she is mick's sister and bon's sister in law.

yeah people like lance and esteban are close to them, but these four they hold just a smidge closer. but not all is lost because they are very enthusiastically filling the roles of uncles for eloise and mikey. alongside people like val, kimi, jense, etc.

[okay i think im done, hope this made sense and you liked it <3]

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I literally googled "mercedes amg branded stroller" bc I've never seen it before lol kinda cute, toto would def get them one of those

seb building a crib for baby bon is something I can totally see happening and it's such a dear thought to me*teary eyes emoji*

one hundred percent agree and love the godparents choice