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[overcookedamygdala]

[suliigwp]

It's me again!

So its readers first day on track, like total rookie up from f3. So there sitting with acouple other drivers like lewis and fernando are sitting with her and giving her tips? But like there is totaly a language barrier. Like she is max verstappen 2.0

Thanks 🫶

-🦕

VROOM VROOM?

Rookie! Reader x platonic! Paddock (Hamilton, Alonso)

SULI: Yes I started writing this right away what about it🤨 I should be sleeping right now☺️ but I got an idea for this and had to write it down right away(only took an hour btw)- This was actually so fun to write. Thank you dino anon! Hope you enjoy this. I actually don't know how to tag this😭

Warnings: podium in rookie year? None!

The rookie sits stiffly in the white-cushioned chair, F1 jacket a size too big, hair still a bit damp from stress-sweat and a poorly aimed espresso machine incident earlier. She’s surrounded by legends—Lewis Hamilton on her left, Fernando Alonso on her right. Both have taken it upon themselves to gently mentor her. She, however, is somewhere between a confused raccoon and an overcaffeinated toddler.

Lewis starts off, his voice smooth, professional. He leans in with a kind smile.

“So, first weekend. You’ll want to be careful with tyre degradation in the first stint. If it’s hot, you really have to watch your—”

She blinks. Blinks again. Then chews her gum slowly, like her brain is buffering.

“…What is ‘tyres’?”

Lewis stops. He stares at her like she’s asked what oxygen is.

“The… the rubber. You know? On the car? Tyres?”

She squints. “Rubber?”

Fernando makes a quiet noise—either a cough or a laugh.

“Rubber. Okay. Sexy.”

Lewis sighs. “No. Not like that.”

She leans forward, excited now.

“You teach me. I go fast. I do… vroom vroom.” She gestures wildly, mimicking a steering wheel and what can only be described as throwing invisible dice.

Lewis looks to Fernando. Fernando shrugs and calmly sips his espresso like this is just Thursday.

“There’s a bit more to it than just… vroom vroom.”

She points at Lewis. “Vroom vroom?”

He hesitates. “Sure.”

She points at Fernando. “Vroom vroom?”

He puts down his cup, solemn. “Sí. Vroom vroom.”

She claps like a seal. “Ah! Vroom vroom!”

Lewis runs a hand down his face.

“This is what mentoring is now?”

They try again. Fernando pulls out a tablet and starts showing her a track map.

“So this corner—you brake late, stay on the inside. Apex here.”

She watches, squinting like she’s trying to read a foreign language.

“Brake late. Got it.”

Fernando: “But not too late—”

“I brake never.”

Lewis: “That’s… death. You will actually die.”

She grins. “I have no fear. Only vroom.”

Fernando leans back in his seat, taking a breath, looking at Lewis.

Lewis looks back at him. “She’s going to kill someone.”

The media rep calls time. She springs up like she’s just learned how legs work.

“Okay! I do tyres. I do apex. I do vroom. Thank you, old men.”

She walks off confidently—straight into a glass door.

Lewis stares after her, deadpan.

“…Did she just call us old?”

Fernando sips his espresso again, nodding. “Yes. I respect her.”

Lewis sighs deeply, then mutters,

“God help us all.”

...

Later on in the season...Mayhem. Three DNFs.

Ger Engineers voice reached her ears again.

“Okay, that’s the last corner—just bring it home, nice and easy. P3, unbelievable job.”

There’s a pause.

Then the radio crackles with static and adrenaline:

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!! VROOM VROOOOOOM!!”

The entire garage bursts out laughing.

Engineer, through tears of laughter:

“That’s a… yes, that’s a P3 confirmed, copy. Incredible job.”

She’s already sobbing, half-laughing, half-screaming, still holding the steering wheel like it’s a joystick in Mario Kart.

“DO YOU SEE ME?! I VROOMED!! I VROOMED SO HARD!!”

She parks up and literally forgets how to get out of the car. A mechanic has to gesture like, “Lift the wheel. No, like this. There you go.”

As she stands on the podium, still stunned and soaking wet, Lewis and Fernando are already waiting at parc fermé. Both clapping. Both smiling like proud uncles.

She practically jumps into Lewis’ arms, almost knocking him over.

“You said tires! I did tires!”

Lewis hugs her back, laughing.

She turns to Fernando and opens her arms dramatically.

“My Spanish father!”

Fernando, completely deadpan, opens his arms back.

“My chaos daughter.”

He pats her helmet like she’s a weird little puppy that just won Westminster.

Fernando leans in, murmurs just for her:

“Next time… brake maybe once, sí?”

She snorts. “Never.”

Lewis shakes his head. “She’s going to be a menace for the next ten years.”

Fernando: “Yes. And I love it.”

As they walk off together, someone overhears her say to Lewis:

“So like… if I win, do I get free pizza or?”

Next Part!

[littlelycann]

(self-indulgent) baby day game!! 🫧

edit: turned off reblogs due to nsfw blogs interacting. feel free to put answers in the comments!! ^^

[rhiannonsknife]

thinking about lottie and ‘guess’ by charlie xcx & billie but specifically billie’s part… like lottie knowing exactly what panties we’re wearing because of our tiny little skirt and it’s one of the pairs she bought for us on her trip to tokyo with her parents… hehehe

- 🦕

— you wanna guess the color of my underwear?

in my lottie blurb era, apparently??? 🤗

lottie’s backyard is a blur of blasting music, red solo cups, and the faint reek of cheap beer. you’ve barely stepped in through the front door when she finds you. her hand brushes your waist, practically claiming you before anyone else even has the chance to look your way.

“cute skirt,” she says, a knowing edge to her voice that makes you pause in your tracks. that sound is normally reserved for when it’s just you and lottie, preferably behind closed doors and not the hallway of her packed house.

you glance up at her, your pulse already picking up speed. lottie’s eyes are locked on you, dragging slowly down your body until they stop at the hem of your skirt. you don’t need her to say it to know what she’s thinking. what she’s looking for. you shift slightly on your feet, suddenly hyper-aware of just how short the skirt really is.

“lottie,” you murmur, glancing around the room. you can’t let her get to you; not here, in the middle of her crowded house.

she doesn’t let up. “what?” lottie asks. “you look good!”

her hand drifts lower, skimming your hip now, her fingers curling just slightly into the fabric. it’s not enough to draw attention from anyone else, but it is enough for you to feel it. enough to remind you that she doesn’t need to say a word to have you wrapped around her finger.

then she leans in, close enough that her breath is warm against your ear. “you’re wearing the ones from tokyo, aren’t you?”

your stomach flips violently, heat rushing straight to your face. sometimes you hate how easily lottie gets under your skin, how quickly she can unravel you without even trying.

“i-“ you start, but she cuts you off with a soft laugh.

“the black ones with the lace trim,” her breath tickles your ear, making you tense. “i bought them for you, remember?”

you glance around the room desperately, hoping no one is close enough to catch the conversation that’s currently making your knees weak. lottie doesn’t care. she never does.

her fingers press into your hip, enough to ground you, enough to remind you that she has you exactly where she wants you. then, lottie tilts her head, her lips brushing against your cheek this time as she murmurs, “you wore them for me, didn’t you?”

your throat goes dry. you should say something, maybe even deny it, but the way her voice dips lower with every word makes it impossible to think straight.

“lottie…” you hiss, her name trembling on your lips.

lottie just smiles, pulling back so she can meet your gaze. “you don’t have to say anything,” her thumb brushes under the waistband of your skirt, a fleeting, teasing touch that sends a jolt of arousal straight through you. “i already know…”

then she’s gone, pulling her hand back and stepping away like nothing even happened.

lottie doesn’t look back as she disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing there with flushed cheeks and a wet patch in your panties. they are the one from tokyo. and you wore them just for her.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

SILENT NIGHT

formula one x autistic!male!reader

request: Ik requests are closed, but i wanted to write this down so I don't forget it lmaooo, Oscar, Sebastian, and/or Max with Autistic reader who goes nonverbal and struggles to communicate a lot. Totally not based on real events whaaaat 🦕

summary: non-communicative? no problem.

warnings: mentions of overwhelm, references to mad max (max), implied autistic!oscar, dork!seb that could also easily be interpreted as autistic!seb

contains: max verstappen, oscar piastri, + sebastian vettel

word count: 516 (184/158/174 split)

max verstappen — 184 words:

he could see the signs before you did. little fidgeting, eyes darting around, muscles tensing … all indicators that it wouldn't be long before you went into shutdown.

max did what he could to mitigate the effects on you. he got you out of the chaos of the paddock and into his driver's room. he didn't like seeing you get overstimulated. hated it, in fact. he wasn't shy about setting boundaries on your behalf—he'd shove reporters away from you, make snarky comments about the other drivers if they pushed you too far, demand red bull change their garage to make it accessible for you. (what use is being their golden boy if he can't use it to let his boyfriend come to races?)

you had some unique ways of communicating when you couldn't talk. sometimes, you could type or use assistive technology to get your point across. sometimes you could use sign language or emojis or charades. other times communication itself was so overwhelming that max was forced to guess from your body language.

good thing he was fluent in the language of you.

oscar piastri — 158 words:

he had problems with communicating too. he wasn't terrible at it—not at all—but he had times where he would either have a really bad stutter or feel immense anxiety at the idea of verbalising anything. oscar understood when you went nonverbal. both of you frequently used sign language or picture reaction books/apps when words are particularly distressing.

on the occasions where both of you would go nonverbal, you'd sit together on the couch and watch bluey. sometimes you would cuddle, sometimes you'd just sit on opposite ends and enjoy the show. the simplicity of it took away some of the pressure to discuss whatever happened. regardless of whether or not he was nonverbal at the same time, oscar was very very sweet.

he never pressured you to speak or even verbalise. he didn't initiate too many conversations, but he was also happy to keep a running narrative for you if the silence made you anxious.

sebastian vettel — 174 words:

the best thing about seb was that he never shut up. when you were nonverbal, he was always so happy to just ramble and infodump about whatever new project he was on at the time. sometimes it was bees, sometimes it was formula one history and trivia, sometimes it was just general facts. he loved entertaining you and he never held your communication difficulties against you.

you were almost always happy to listen to him. when all things talking or listening were too overwhelming for you, seb didn't take it personally. he just found a cat (you never found out where he kept procuring them from, but he always was good with animals) and plopped it down on your lap.

if you needed down time, he left you alone. he sent you periodic updates and reminders that he was still thinking of you. formula one had taught him that even when you don't want to talk to someone, you could still get lonely. he always wanted you to know that he wouldn't forget you.

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author's note: i have an autistic!drivers agenda if you couldn't tell 🙃 (also totally based on real events for me lol)

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[termagax]

what's your cut?

[cainhowlett]

One of the earliest linocuts I made, big bulky line work.

[cigsaftersuh]

From Idol to Husband: Anton Lee’s Unexpected Marriage Reveal

Anton Lee Opens Up About Love, Marriage, and Embracing This New Chapter.

Earlier this week, SM Entertainment released a statement confirming that RIIZE’s Anton Lee is now married, marking a significant moment in his personal and professional life.

"Anton has always valued his privacy, and after careful consideration, he chose to personally share the news of his marriage with the fans who have supported him throughout his journey. We ask that everyone continue to show him respect and encouragement as he moves forward in both his career and personal life. Congratulations to the newlyweds," the statement read.

The announcement came as a surprise to many fans, sparking conversations across social media about his decision to go public. While idols rarely speak about their relationships, much less marriage, Anton chose to share this moment in his own way — through a heartfelt interview where he finally spoke about love, commitment, and why now was the right time to tell the world.

Protecting What’s Precious

In a move that took fans by surprise, RIIZE’s Lee Chanyoung, more commonly known as Anton, recently confirmed his marriage, marking a significant moment not just in his personal life but also in his career as an idol. The youngest member of the group, known for his quiet charisma and impressive skills on stage, sat down for an exclusive interview to talk about love, commitment, and why now was the right time to share his relationship with the world.

For years, Anton has been known as the reserved yet endearing maknae of RIIZE, someone who lets his talent and actions speak louder than words. But nowadays, it’s clear that there’s something different in the way he carries himself — a quiet of softness in his voice that wasn’t always there before.

“It still feels a little unreal," he admits with a small laugh, glancing down at the wedding band on his finger. "But at the same time, it just feels right."

Fans had long speculated, picking up on subtle details—an extra ring, the way his bandmates would tease him, the quiet glances in interviews when love was mentioned. But Anton never rushed to confirm anything. Instead, he waited until he was ready.

“It was never about hiding," he explains. “It was about making sure we had time to just be ourselves without outside pressure. I wanted to protect what we had, to make sure we were strong enough before sharing it with the world.”

But love, as it often does, has a way of shining through no matter how softly it’s held.

"At some point, I realized I didn’t want to keep it a secret. I wanted to be able to say it out loud, to actually acknowledge the person I love in my daily life."

Marriage Feels Like Home

Despite the big life change, Anton insists that marriage itself feels surprisingly natural.

“I thought it would feel different," he honestly states. "Like there would be some huge shift. But honestly? It just feels like coming home."

There’s something unmistakably tender in the way he speaks, every word coming out his mouth wrapped in love.

“I wake up, and they’re right there. I come home after schedules, and someone’s waiting for me. It’s all the little things — morning coffee, grocery runs, holding hands while watching TV. It’s not about the big moments. It’s about knowing you don’t have to say goodbye at the end of the day."

His voice softens as he adds, "I think that’s my favorite part."

Supporting Members, A Family

Of course, Anton’s bandmates had known for a long time, and they never let him forget it.

“"They love teasing me about it," he says with a grin. "Sungchan especially. He’ll randomly say things like, ‘Oh, sorry, Anton has to check in with his spouse now,’ or ‘Wow, you’re really a grown-up.’ But behind all the jokes, they’ve been so supportive. They’ve known since the beginning, and they’ve always made my partner feel like family."

And as for the fans?

"I was nervous," he admits. "I know this isn’t something people expect from an idol. But the support has been overwhelming. I’ve seen the messages, the love, the kind words… and I just want to say thank you. It means the world to me."

The Question

When asked about the proposal, Anton pauses, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the ring on his hand, before shaking his head with a soft smile.

"I think I want to keep that one just for us," he says after a moment, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. "But I have to say, it was simple. Just me and them. No big setup, no cameras, just living in the moment."

His voice softens slightly, almost like he’s speaking more to himself than anyone else.

"I didn’t need anything grand. I just needed them to know that I meant it."

And really, that’s all that matters. The way he speaks, the warmth in his eyes. It’s clear that whatever happened in that moment was perfect in its own way.

At the end of the day, Anton Lee isn’t just an idol, a performer, or the youngest member of RIIZE. He’s someone who has found a love worth holding onto.

"I’m just really, really happy," he says simply.

And really, that’s all that matters.

The Future

Anton reflects on his own upbringing and the idea of starting a family one day. With a father who’s also an idol, he understands the pressures and sacrifices that come with balancing personal and public life.

"Growing up with a father in the industry, I’ve seen firsthand how challenging it can be to find time for family," he shares. "But I’ve also learned how important it is to cherish those moments when they come. I want to build a family of my own one day, and I want to make sure I do it in a way that’s right for us, not just for anyone else’s expectations."

Anton continues, his voice filled with both hope and determination. "I think the key is balance — being able to live fully in both worlds without losing what matters most. I want to create a future where love, family, and career all coexist, in a way that makes sense for all of us."

A Love That Lasts

As our conversation comes to a close, it’s clear that Anton Lee isn’t just talking about love—he’s living it. There’s something undeniably genuine in the way he speaks, in the way his expression softens at the mention of his partner, in the way he carries this new chapter of his life with quiet certainty.

In an industry where idols are often expected to keep their personal lives separate from their public personas, Anton’s openness is refreshing. He didn’t force his true identity to be hidden away, he simply spoke from the heart, allowing love to exist naturally, as it always has.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[overcookedamygdala]

[charlesleclercc-16]

leo: *barking*

charles: no leo, no!

leo: *kept barking defiantly*

stop he’s just a baby 🥺🤏🏻

[silly-stings]

what i like to call, girlfailyuri

[voicemailfromluke-beep]

okay so i know i just sended something but I can't take a nap my thoughts are on matt right now 😭😭 how would he make his girlfriend feel small, manhandling her randomly. how would like to cuddle with his girlfriend in her thigh and she loving it yes she sometimes feels hesitant about it like she sometimes feels she'd crush her even if she's not that big. also it's her first time dating someone big as matt too she's trying to adjust his way of showing his love. I think he'd be someone ridiculously in love with his girlfriend. random gifts too. she's like what's that for and matt going I don't know It just reminded me of. he's his girlfriends biggest fan. 😭😭 I think I need a matt in my life 😭😭

- 🦕

i just KNOW matt would be the kind of boyfriend who absolutely refuses to let anyone, even you talk down on yourself. like if you ever said something self-deprecating or hesitated about your body, he’d immediately be like ‘nope. we’re not doing that.’ and this is a man who throws hands on the ice without blinking, so best believe he’d throw verbal punches off it for his girl. someone looks at you funny? someone makes a comment? he’s already giving them that ‘you wanna repeat that?’ stare.

and omg the lap thing 😭 you’d be like ‘no i’ll just sit over here” and he’d be like ‘nah, come here’ and just haul you over by the hips like it’s nothing. and then act like you’re the silly one for ever thinking you weren’t allowed to just be on top of him 24/7. and don’t even get me started on cuddling, this man would wrap around you like a big blanket, all sleepy and smug like ‘you’re soft and warm and you’re mine, what else do i need.’ and every time you try to wiggle away or say something like ‘i might squish you,’ he’d just frown and go ‘so? i like it. stay.’ and it’d be your first time dating someone like him, someone that big, that tall, that loud in how he loves and you’re still adjusting. but matt would be so gentle about that too. he’d listen, take mental notes, and slowly build all these little habits that show you just how hard he’s trying to love you right. random gifts, forehead kisses, sending a meme and saying ‘this reminded me of you’ with no context. like he’s just obsessed in the softest way. your biggest fan, your hype man, your personal heater, and probably your emotional support chaos giant.

and when you doubt yourself, he’ll just pull you into his chest and go ‘look. you think i care about anything else when i’ve got you?’ and that’s when you know matt doesn’t just love his girl. he protects her peace like it’s his full-time job.

[stormyelliotwritez]

walk with me…

ftm reader who has been in love with logan for years but he thinks logan is straight and also logan like wont stop being in love with jean and is absolutely OBLIVIOUS that r likes him.. (literally all the other x men know) and honestly this can be like super angsty or just silly idc whatever the vibe u best think works

im gonna somehow go with mostly angst coz thats my fav so here goes

tw for gender dysphoria related to wanting to fit logan’s so called type

BUT HE’S STRAIGHT?

Logan was staring at Jean again. This was like the fifth time just this staff meeting. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. Maybe Charles would let you go lay down if you faked a fever but maybe he’d do the whole psychic thing and realize you were fine.

You sat through the rest of the meeting and then left quickly, feeling like a loser. It’s been years and he still hasn’t noticed you. He’s always staring at Jean who’s literally been in love with Scott since they met. Why won’t he stare at you? How the fuck is he straight? But alas, he is.

You walked to your room, tugging at your shirt and wishing it would fit better. Maybe he’d have noticed you if you weren’t a boy, if you’d stayed what you’d been born as. Maybe if you were still her, he’d think you were cute. Maybe he’d look at you how he looked at Jean.

You slammed your door shut and clambered onto your bed, curling up into a ball. You stayed there, just thinking, until eventually you fell asleep.

In the morning, you got up and after showering and getting dressed, you threw on the jacket you’d stolen from Logan a few months ago, the one with the school’s logo. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. It’s not like he ever noticed you.

You went about your day, bumping into Scott who made a faux growl sound like Logan’s to tease you and then bumping into Hank who sniffed your jacket and then applauded you on managing to steal from Logan. Later in the day, you ran head first into Storm, when you were trying to avoid Logan, and she glanced at him and then meowed at you teasingly. You’d swear on someone’s grave that the only person who didn’t know about your years old crush was the man himself, Logan.

You managed to avoid Logan all day until… dinner. He was sitting opposite the spot you always sat in. He was sitting there. Why was he sitting there was a question you couldn’t answer. You tugged at your jumper while holding your plate with one hand and you walked over to him.

“Logan,” you said with a nod.

“Bub,” he said back before looking you over.

He didn’t say anything about the jacket. He just sat there and ate his dinner and then stood up. He walked around to your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Nice jacket, bub.”

He then walked off, just like that.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He didn’t know though. He would know about your ridiculous crush if he was listening to your heartbeat right now. Oh my god, so he knew you’d stolen it but he couldn’t put the damn pieces together?

You finished your dinner and walked off. You were halfway to your room when someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. The door was slammed and you were disoriented in the dark.

“You like me, bub?”

That was Logan’s voice. Wait, he knew? How? But…

“Come on, I ain’t got all day,” he said abruptly.

You nodded. You were quite sure he could see in the dark and the scoff he made seemed to say so. How could you have been so stupid? He was probably going to hate you now. He was straight. He’d always been straight and in love with Jean. He was oblivious. He’d always been oblivious. He could never like you. You weren’t a girl, no matter how hard you wanted to still be one so he’d like you. Your heart was racing and soon enough, you were hyperventilating.

His hands were on your shoulders and you were being pulled into a hug, a hug that smelt of wood and fuel. He was hugging you?

“It’s okay, I got you, bub,” he placed a light kiss on your forehead, “I swing both ways, you know.”

You’d always hated that he was still taller than you, one of the downsides of not getting on T until your 20’s and- wait, what? He swings both ways?

“You-you do?” You said once your breathing had slowed.

He nodded. You couldn’t see it but you could feel it. He could like you… as you, as a man? You didn’t have to be someone else? You could just be you.

“Yep, now let’s go. I think there’s two beers calling our names in the teacher’s lounge,” he said before opening the door and pulling you out of the classroom. “Jean mentioned your little crush and now I gotta hear all about how you’ve been pining for me for years.”

Curse you, Jean, but thanks, was all you could think as you just nodded and walked with him to the teachers lounge.

pt 2 - he’s not straight?