#Front Row Motorsports

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2020 NASCAR Cup Series: Michael McDowell, #34 Love's Ford, Front Row Motorsports. Download full resolution & extras on Patreon.

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NASCAR Numerology: How NASCAR's Current Teams Got Their Numbers: Part Five.

Alright guys, we've gotten to the last part of this little miniseries.

Today we're covering:

Front Row Motorsports, who run the #34 Ford for Michael McDowell and the #38 for Todd Gilliland in the 2024 NASCAR Cup Series.

Legacy Motor Club, who run the #42 Toyota for John Hunter Nemechek and the historic #43 for Erik Jones.

and JTG Daugherty Racing, who run the #47 Chevrolet for Ricky Stenhouse Jr.

Fittingly, we get to end on representation for all three brands.

Front Row Motorsports debuted in 2004, running the #92 Ford on a partial schedule with drivers like Brad Teague, Tony Raines, and Stanton Barrett, but they would fail to qualify for any races. Furthermore, the Mach 1 Motorsports team ran the #98/#96 car that year, splitting time between Ford and Dodge, and running drivers such as Todd and Geoff Bodine, Larry Gunselman, Derrike Cope, Chad Chaffin, and Randy LaJoie.

This team did manage to make some races (keyword: some) and in 2005, Mach 1 would attempt the full schedule with a #34 Chevrolet while another slew of drivers (mainly LaJoie, Chaffin, and PJ Jones) but by the end of 2005, the team was up for sale. Front Row Motorsports would buy this #34 car, as well as Mach 1's shop, and build their team around it.

Often running as a start-and-park team with a revolving door of drivers, Front Row finally got some stability in 2009, with John Andretti driving the #34, and dragging it up to three top twenty finishes, at Daytona, Loudon, and Fontana.

Andretti left after the 2010 Daytona 500, but the top twenty streak remained, with Travis Kvapil scoring an 18th at Talladega and Kevin Conway a 14th at the summer Daytona race.

David Gilliland (Todd's father) ran the full 2011 season and scored a third place at the Daytona 500, building on the results of the last three years to make Front Row Motorsports a proper contender on the superspeedways.

For 2012, Gilliland was moved to the #38 (more on that later) while David Ragan took over the #34. This car would top off FRM's superspeedway streak by winning the 2013 Aaron's 499 at Talladega.

Ragan would leave FRM after the 2015 Daytona 500 to get the opportunity to fill in for the injured Kyle Busch, so that season was a bit of a revolving door for the #34 yet again. Yet, for 2016, they got a technical alliance with Roush Fenway Racing in exchange for running Roush development driver Chris Buescher.

And Chris Buescher would win the 2016 Pennsylvania 400 for them on a Monday after a rainy weekend followed by a foggy weekend led to a segmented and ultimately shortened race. It took a bit of luck, but it got FRM its second win, and the first that wasn't on a superspeedway.

Chris Buescher went to JTG Daugherty of all places for 2017 (more on that later), so FRM hired Landon Cassill, without much success, before signing Michael McDowell for 2018.

McDowell has seen FRM become a legitimate team, winning the 2021 Daytona 500 and the 2023 Verizon 200 at the Brickyard at the IMS Road Course. Furthermore, in 2024, now in alliance with Team Penske, Front Row Motorsports is no longer an ironic name, as McDowell has started first or second multiple times this season, including at Daytona, Atlanta, and even Gateway, the latter two being pole positions.

Michael McDowell, however, will be moving to the Spire Motorsports #71 for 2025.

FRM has built their numbering scheme off of the #34, running other cars such as the #35, #37, and most commonly the #36, but its second full time car has been the #38.

Driven by David Gilliland from 2012-2015 and son Todd Gilliand ever since 2022, the car has also seen drives from Landon Cassill, David Ragan (in a return to FRM), John-Hunter Nemechek, Anthony Alfredo, and Zane Smith. With four top tens and a further ten top twenties, 2024 has thus far been the most successful season to date for the #38.

FRM will run a third full time car in 2025, having bought a charter from SHR, and has signed SHR's Noah Gragson, but it is unknown was number he will run. FRM ran the #36 this season for Kaz Grala, but Bob Jenkins says he's not married to this numbering scheme. Still, even numbers in the mid-30s are as close to consistent numbering as FRM has ever gotten, so I hope they do decide to stick with the #36.

Onto Legacy Motor Club.

First things first, this team is a Frankenstein's Monster mess of forgotten NASCAR teams in hilarious fashion. Petty Enterprises, officially ran from 1949 to 2008, when sponsorship could not be found, leading to the team merging with Gillett-Evernham Motorsports for 2009. Gillett-Evernham Motorsports consisted of Evernham Motorsports, the former Dodge factory team that ran the #9 and the #19, MBV Motorsports (which was essentially the #10 car owned by Valvoline at this point), and money from George Gillett, who was at the time the controversial owner of the Montreal Canadiens and Liverpool FC.

So already, you had the Petty #43, Petty #45, Evernham #9, Evernham #19, and Valvoline #10 merging into one team, but for 2010, they also bought Yates Racing to take over Paul Menard and his #98 Ford. This allowed the entire team to switch from Dodge to Ford.

So come 2010, the team is running the #9, #19, #43, and #98 with relics from three different numbering schemes remaining in the team. It's freaking awesome.

The #19 and #98 went away after 2010, leaving the team with the #9 and the #43.

The #9 was initially their most successful car, with Kasey Kahne winning Sonoma 2009 and Fall Atlanta 2009 with the team, before Australian Marcos Ambrose won Watkins Glen for the team in 2011 and 2012.

The #43 would, to its credit, with the 2014 Coke Zero 400 at Daytona with Aric Almirola, and it would become the team's only car after 2016.

After the 2021 season, GMS Racing, a truck team, bought into Petty, becoming Petty GMS. Ahead of the 2023 season, the team became Legacy Motor Club, with Jimmie Johnson buying in, Richard Petty chasing out, and Maury Gallagher of GMS becoming majority owner. Petty remained involved a spokesman for the team, however.

So, finally, onto their numbers. They run the #43 and have since practically the beginning of time, because that was Richard Petty's number? Why, well, that actually takes us to their second car, the #42, which was Lee Petty's number.

Why did Lee Petty pick the #42? Legend has it was the first two numbers in his license plate.

So, Lee Petty ran the #42, his son Richard ran the #43, Richard's son Kyle would eventually run the #44, and Kyle's son Adam would run the #45. Each generation building on the last. When Adam died, Kyle took over the #45 in his memory.

Thad Moffitt in the Truck series is a grandson of Richard Petty through Petty's youngest daughter Rebecca, and he continues this trend by running the #46.

In any case, when Petty GMS bought a second car in 2022, they chose to run the #42 - recently vacated by Chip Ganassi - reuniting the original two Petty numbers.

This arrangement continued as Petty became Legacy and eventually switched to Toyota for 2024. Currently the #43 is driven by Erik Jones, who won Darlington in it in 2022, and the #42 by John Hunter Nemechek.

Also, fun fact, Kyle Petty drove the #42 at Team SABCO (which would eventually become Chip Ganassi Racing) from 1989 to 1996, so it was a Petty number even when it wasn't.

And now JTG Daugherty Racing. It started in 2007, running a second car (#47) in alliance with the Wood Brothers. I cannot find any specific reason for the #47, only that Tad Geschickter ran a #47 Busch car ever since 1996, so maybe it was an availability thing. In any case, they ran the #47 and made their Cup debut in 2007, with Ken Schrader and Jon Wood each trying and failing to qualify for a race.

The #47 managed a few starts in 2008 with Marcos Ambrose, finishing third at the Glen, which prompted JTG to split with the Wood Brothers to try and go full time for the 2009 season with Ambrose in a #47 Toyota. This lasted two years before Mabrose moved to the aforementioned Richard Petty Motorsports, with JTG instead drafting in Bobby Labonte.

They would sign AJ Allmendinger in 2013 as Labonte began scaling back his races, and with AJ full time in 2014, they'd win at Watkins Glen. Allmendinger would last until 2018, when Ryan Preece was hired for that car, but then Ricky Stenhouse Jr. was chosen for 2020. Ricky would win the 2023 Daytona 500 with the team.

JTG Daugherty also briefly has a second car, the #37 - ten less than #47, also apparently Tad used this number in college sports - the #37 ran with Chris Buescher for 2017, 2018, and 2019, before running with Ryan Preece for 2020 and 2021.

This brings up another interesting aspect of JTG Daugherty Racing - despite the fact that they're a Chevy team, they kinda have this unique relationship with RFK Racing. First of all, Chris Buescher was a Roush development driver. Second of all, that #37 car for Buescher was run on the charter for Roush's #16.

Third, was that when Roush took Chris Buescher back for the 2020 season, Ricky Stenhouse Jr. then went the other way, going from the Roush #17 to the JTG Daugherty #47.

Oh, and as recently as 2023, JTG Daugherty's pit crew was on loan from Roush. Yeah, odd.

So yeah, that is all 36 chartered teams for the 2024 NASCAR Cup series and the story of a couple other numbers that are relevant to the story. I hope you guys enjoyed all that, but I think I'm gonna write about some other motorsports for a little while. The blog has been a bit NASCAR heavy lately and this week added a whole five extra blogposts to it.

I do enjoy blabbing on about NASCAR, but I also enjoy blabbing on about MotoGP and Indycar. Formula One is also a sport that exists.

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smooth operator , carlos sainz.

summary : y/n is a journalist just starting out her career in the motorsport industry, it's not long for her to find an attraction to a certain ferrari driver. warnings : none faceclaim : lissie mackintosh a/n : first carlos fic 🤭 my fav forever and ever.

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ONE OF THE ROTTEN ONES . . . bio

anastasia rey potocka, born march 5th 2006 in wrocław, poland. messy girl who knows what she wants. formula one world champion. paddock's it girl. ferrari's princessa. pinterest whore. lip gloss and perfume lover. if not a F1 driver she would've been crazy scientist.

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ANASTASIA REY POTOCKA is a polish formula 1 driver. she debuted in that field of motorsport in 2023, instantly taking over the scene.

they often ask her if it's difficult for such a young woman (we have to remember she started at only seventeen) to keep up with others' performance. 'i don't know, ask those nineteen drivers that are behind me in the standings,' she always responded. nastya never minded the hate directed at her, but she couldn't stand when reporters brought up her loved ones. then she turned into pure rage.

on track, she is ruthless — hunting down cars in front of her like she’s a predator and they’re her prey. that doesn’t make her very likable among drivers. max verstappen is the only exception on the current grid. they have much in common, from daddy issues since a young age to a fear of never performing enough (side note: you should see them partying together, shit’s wild) or sim racing. despite their championship fight, which max lost, he never stopped being an older brother figure to anastasia.

with her rising popularity, she obviously gained attention from boys. nastya never really cared about relationships because her main priorities lay in racing and education. until she met charlie bushnell. the dark-haired, wasian actor caught her attention the moment she saw him in her cousin’s kitchen. little did she know, charlie had already had a crush on her for months, ever since he saw an edit of her on tiktok.

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꒰ ꪆ୧ ꒱ teenage dirtbag, baby ꒰੭. 🫐

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・ youngest ever formula one driver, debuted in 2022, replacing carlos sainz jr. for abu dhabi grand prix after his crash in free practice at sixteen years old. became full time driver next year replacing mentioned sainz jr.

・first ever female to be crowned formula one world champion.

・first rookie ever to be formula one world champion after beating max verstappen by two points in 2023 season.

・first female to have podium finish (her debut race, abu dhabi, finished p3 after draining battle with future teammate, charles leclerc).

・first female race winner, took the title in baku.

・fastest lap in formula one history; monza 2023, 311 kmph.

・most consecutive race wins. she will achieve that in 2024 season, winning twelve races in a row, starting from canadian grand prix, lasted until sao paulo grand prix where i was crashed out of the race by sergio perez.

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OH??????

[rickybaby]

We keep talking about media literacy, but it's actually something very difficult to put into practice in this very overcrowded F1 media ecosystem, especially for new fans. I thought it would be a good idea to put together a list of reliable sources to hopefully make this year's silly season easier to navigate.

Publications

Auto Motor und Sport (more commonly known as AMuS) - the German publication is arguably considered as the most reliable source for F1 news. Most other publications will very often quote AMuS as source.

Speedcafe.com - Australia's foremost motorsport website. Mat Coch, their F1 editor, has access to Daniel's management and was one of the first people to seek clarification from Daniel's team when the rumour that he would be replaced by Miami first cropped up.

Other reliable publications: Autosport, Motorsport, PlanetF1 (caution to be advised with PlanetF1 because very often, it just quotes sources like AMuS or tends to have a lot of clickbait articles), BBC F1.

Journalists

Chris Medland - Chris is a freelance journalist with permanent FIA accreditation. He usually writes for RACER.COM. In my opinion, he is the most reliable from the whole cohort of journalists on twitter. He may not always be the one to break a story, but if he tweets out about a rumour or story, this is pretty much confirmation that the rumour or story is true.

Nate Saunders - Nate writes for ESPN F1 and is generally considered to be the Ricciardo camp mouthpiece. However, this does not necessarily mean he is, at all times, privy to insider information from Daniel's camp. Look out for him quoting 'sources close to ...'

Thomas Maher - Thomas writes for PlanetF1 and while PlanetF1 is not the most reliable of publications, I think Thomas is a good source to follow on twitter as he is pretty good at reaching out to his sources in the paddock when it comes to seeking clarification on a rumour.

Erik Van Haren - the Dutch journalist writes for the Telegraaf. He has the reputation of being close to the Max & Jos Verstappen camp and was the first one to break the Christian Horner SH story. Therefore, anything he writes about Max or Red Bull can be more or less be relied upon.

Albert Fabrega - he is a longstanding reporter with great technical expertise and is considered as the go-to source for the Spanish/ Spanish-speaking drivers, especially Alonso. Though, caution to be exercised after the whole 'I cannot believe what I have just been told' thing he pulled last year.

Lawrence Barretto - Lawrence is a presenter for F1. He is one of my favourites in the paddock and from time to time, he will have some insider information when it comes to Daniel. He was the first one to report on Daniel's best lap at the Silverstone being good enough for the front row.

F1 Pundits

There is a whole host of characters who act as commentators or guests across a variety of international broadcasts over a race weekend (or some of them just hang around the paddock). Think Martin Brundle, Crofty, Karun Chandhok, Damon Hill, Jacques Villeneuve, David Coulthard, Eddie Jordan, Ralf Schumacher ...

Their opinions are invariably given a lot of weight by virtue of most of them being former drivers or World Champions, but fact remains that many of them have no insight into what's actually happening within a team. However, that being said, a few of them still have close relationships with some of the teams, for e.g., David Coulthard with Red Bull or Mika Hakkinen with McLaren and whatever they say about these teams could potentially be relied upon.

Caution ⚠️

Joe Saward - Joe is rather notoriously known for his Green Notebook column on his blog. The column is supposedly meant to provide titillating insider information about F1, but it more often ends up being a regurgitation of the rumours that have been floating around that week. He has more misses than hits when it comes to rumours and anything he says needs to be taken with a generous dose of skepticism.

Will Buxton - if you see Will tweet something out, please lock your phone and walk away. This is not to say Will doesn't know what's happening in the sport - after all, he was the first one to give any indication of the Lewis to Ferrari story, but he is too committed to playing the game of shit-stirrer for engagement. The unfortunate thing is, we're all too human and we all invariably for his game and we end up going into a downward spiral of 'what does he mean???' when he tweets something out...

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Back to Where It All Began

Summary: Lando goes back home to his childhood friend who sees him as more than just a racer.

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(AN: Send in any recommendations of any f1 drivers or more I love to write about it )

The roar of the crowd still echoed in Lando Norris’s ears as he gazed at the golden trophy sitting on the passenger seat of his car. It gleamed under the dim streetlights, a constant reminder of the surreal moment he had lived just days ago—finally becoming a Formula 1 World Champion.

The celebration had been everything he’d imagined: champagne showers, fireworks, and an endless stream of congratulations. But now, driving down the quiet streets of his hometown, he felt a different kind of satisfaction, one that had nothing to do with fame or fortune.

His old neighborhood looked the same as it always had, with rows of modest houses and the park where he’d spent countless afternoons racing his battered go-kart against imaginary rivals. Pulling up in front of a familiar house, Lando took a deep breath.

The front door opened before he could knock. “I saw your car,” Y/N said, smiling as they leaned against the doorframe. “You’re back.”

Lando chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. Figured I’d stop by and say hi. Hope that’s okay.”

Y/N stepped aside, motioning him in. “Like I’d ever say no to you, Mr. world Champion.”

“Please don’t call me that,” he groaned, following them into the cozy living room. It smelled like fresh coffee and a hint of vanilla, the same comforting scent he remembered from years ago.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You literally just won the biggest title in motorsport. I think you’ve earned it.”

Lando flopped onto the couch with a grin. “I was hoping to escape all that for a bit. Coming here, it’s… normal, you know?”

“Normal,” Y/N repeated, sitting beside him. “I guess that’s what I am now, huh? Just your normal friend from a normal town.”

Lando turned to them, his expression softening. “You’ve never been just anything to me, Y/N.”

They blinked, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity in his voice. “You don’t have to say that, Lando. I know you’ve got this whole glamorous life now.”

“Glamorous?” he snorted. “It’s stressful, exhausting, and half the time, I’m just trying not to crash. The truth is, I miss this. I miss you.”

Y/N stared at him, unsure of how to respond. They’d grown up together, shared secrets and dreams, but when Lando’s career took off, their lives had naturally drifted apart. Still, they’d always rooted for him, even from afar.

“I watched every race this season,” Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “Every single one. And when you crossed the finish line last week… I cried. Like a proper idiot.”

Lando’s face broke into a tender smile. “I cried too, if that makes you feel better. Not on TV, though. I’ve got an image to maintain.”

They both laughed, the sound filling the room with a warmth that felt like home.

“I don’t know if I ever told you,” Lando said after a moment, his voice quieter now, “but you were the first person who believed I could do this. Back when it was just a crazy dream.”

“Of course I believed in you,” Y/N said. “How could I not? You’ve always been special, Lando.”

His gaze lingered on them, his heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with racing. “I’ve had all these people cheering for me, but it’s never felt like enough. Not until now.”

Y/N tilted their head, confusion flickering across their face. “Why now?”

“Because you’re here,” he said simply. “And you’ve always been enough.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, without thinking, Y/N reached for his hand, their fingers brushing against his. “You’re enough too, Lando. Even without the trophies.”

The words hit him harder than any championship win ever could. Smiling, he laced his fingers through theirs, the gesture as natural as breathing.

“Stay a while?” Y/N asked softly.

Lando leaned back, his grip on their hand steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in a long time, he truly meant it.

[leclerrari]

“I’m so sorry, but I suffer from short-term memory loss”. Those who have never seen Nemo probably won’t understand the reference, signed in this case by the very charming Dory. A reference that I use to address a problem that seems to afflict many “fans” (the quotation marks are not used by chance) of the pinnacle of motorsport. Following the - extraordinary - victory of Carlos Sainz, in fact, I found myself reading various comments which, rather than praising the Spaniard’s performance, preferred to bring out how “Ferrari renewed the contract of the wrong driver”. None of these were journalists from Marca, much less from AS. I’m talking about long-time Ferrari “tifosi”, regular visitors to our platforms, who have pointed out that Leclerc has only won two races more than the mistreated Sainz. Consequently, getting off the wagon of the person who was about to win in Bahrain, at the steering wheel of the red car, in his second appearance wearing the Cavallino suit, or in Austria, before being escorted out by Max Verstappen, or in Singapore, again in 2019, before he was subjected to an undercut by his own teammate. Getting off the wagon of the person who achieved two podiums with the SF1000, of the person who was on the verge of winning in Silverstone at the steering wheel of the SF21, a car with which he even achieved two pole positions (how can we forget the one in Monaco, lost without even having the chance to race). Of the person who was mocked by a Virtual Safety Car in Jeddah in 2022, the year in which his power unit broke while he was dominating both in Barcelona and in Baku, the year in which he was the victim of the worst of treasons in Silverstone and of strategies bordering on embarrassment, as in Monte-Carlo and Budapest. Of the person who was vice World Champion in 2022, of the one who before the 2024 Australian Grand Prix was returning from seven consecutive front rows, of the one who collected 23 pole positions: only Michael Schumacher, in Ferrari, did better than him. Carlos, unlike Charles, has always been able to be in the right place at the right time (Singapore 2023 and Australia 2024) taking advantage of the circumstances like no one else has and, certainly, of the not excellent weekends of his teammate, which unfortunately for Leclerc have coincided with the very rare failures of Red Bull and Max Verstappen. This, for those who suffer from short-term memory loss, was Charles’ fault, this is the reason why Ferrari would have “renewed the contract of the wrong driver”. This is what has led many to get off the wagon of the monegasque, a wagon that they will soon be forced to chase on foot. On the other hand, “those who don’t have a good memory must have good legs”.

— Alessandro Morini Gallarati for Hammer Time Magazine

[mynicosensesaretingling]

Lost in the moment (part 1)

Nico Rosberg x fem!reader

Summary: Throughout her career as a motorsport journalist, (Y/N) has established a special relationship with Nico. But what happens when unfortunate circumstances keep her from being there for him during the most important moment of his career? (part 1 of 2)

Warnings: Other than some angst there isn't any, female reader

Note: Noticing the lack of Nico fanfiction, I've decided to turn my dreams into an actual story. No worries, there will be a second part!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/mynicosensesaretingling/734355288476565504/lost-in-the-moment-part2

Hope you enjoy it <3

Life as a journalist was not exactly a quiet life, especially for (Y/N), who worked as a reporter live on location for a motorsport journal called Countdown Magazine. Having been a dream job for the young woman since childhood, however, the stress that came with working in the motorsport industry seemed only half as bad to her.

But this year, the atmosphere had changed as the intense rivalry between Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton, known as the “Silver War”, had captivated the world of Formula 1. As a dedicated and well-reputed reporter, (Y/N) had secured herself, what you could call a front-row seat, which allowed her to immerse herself in the high-stakes drama that unfolded throughout the season and enabled her to follow every twist and turn with unwavering dedication.

However, even though the feud between the Mercedes drivers provided great headlines and stories, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel tense whenever Lewis and Nico had a go at each other.

Having been covering the sport for multiple years now had created a closer bond between her and several of the drivers and none more so than Nico Rosberg. The German Mercedes driver had always struck (Y/N) as a fascinating character. 

Over the years, their paths had crossed countless times during press conferences, pit-lane interviews and post-race debriefs. She had covered his journey from the earlier days of his Formula 1 career, watching him develop from a promising talent into a championship contender. His approachability and genuine interest in connecting with those around him were what had set Nico apart from the other drivers. Beyond the professional facade, the driver was a thoughtful guy, cracking jokes, sharing gossip, discussing the intricacies of the sport, the pressures of competition and even personal anecdotes from his life. 

Before she knew it, (Y/N) had found herself staying behind after work, searching out any chance to connect with the German. It didn’t take long before he invited her to join him at whatever he was planning on doing next, be it a walk around the track, getting something to eat or simply hanging around the paddock. Each time she accepted his offer the unique bond between them grew stronger, forging a friendship that transcended the typical reporter-athlete dynamic.

"Sometimes I really wonder why you spend so much time with me." the young reporter once mused, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned against the counter. Nico, who was standing next to her at the whirring coffee machine, shrugged his shoulders calmly, "I have to make sure I'm always presented in the best light. After all, we don't want any scandalous headlines or such, do we?." his cheeky laughter was quickly interrupted when (Y/N)'s foot found his shin. "Ouch." the blond man exclaimed overdramatically, pointing at her with his silver spoon in an accusing manner, but his narrowed eyes were sparkling playfully. "I swear one day I'm going to lose my ability to drive because of you. And then we'll both be out of a job." (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "There are plenty of other Formula 1 drivers I could report on." "Mhm." Nico was nodding while picking up his cup from the coffee machine. "But apparently these drivers must be boring as hell, otherwise you wouldn't be spending so much time with me." He winked at her whilst stirring his coffee, getting an eye-roll from (Y/N) in response. "Oh come on, I know you love me." Nico chuckled. "Oh shut up," the young woman laughed, waving her hand in a dismissive manner, purposefully ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat.

One of (Y/N)’s favourite memories, which she had made in her friendship with Nico, was when after a long, rainy qualifying day and countless press conferences, the driver had waited for her in the pitlane, an umbrella in his right hand as he wordlessly motioned for her to join him with his free one. “It’s raining.” she had expressed, pulling her jacket tighter around her body in hesitation, eyes darting to the dark clouds above. “And I have an umbrella.” Nico had simply countered matter-of-factly, shaking the umbrella for emphasis, scrunching his nose as his gesture led cold droplets to land on his face. (Y/N) suppressed a laugh, finding the sight utterly adorable. “I can’t just leave you standing there in the rain, can I?” her voice was filled with amusement, as she mustered the man, before quickly making her way over to Nico. “I mean,” he chuckled, as she ducked under his umbrella “You definitely could, but I’d find it incredibly rude.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh, linking her arm with his. “Well, how kind of me to join you then.” She hummed, eyes fixed onto the moon’s reflection in one of the puddles below. “ What are we doing anyways ?” she raised her brow, looking up at him with curiosity. Nico turned his head, a sparkle in his eyes. “We’ve never walked a track at night before, so I figured we’d make it a first. And now that I am thinking about it, I don’t think we’ve ever walked in the rain before either.” his gaze turned mischievous as he shook the umbrella once again, sprinkling water into both of their faces. A hearty chuckle left his lips as he watched (Y/N) scrunch her nose, just like he had done earlier.  “Why did you even bother getting an umbrella?” (Y/N) huffed lightheartedly, as she wiped her face with her sleeve. “Cause I know you wouldn’t have joined me without one.” he grinned down at her before pulling her along with him. That night, as Nico and her had spent several hours walking the moonlit track, sharing an umbrella and conversing about everything and nothing, is when (Y/N) had realized that her feelings for the Mercedes driver went far beyond friendship.

In the current tense situation, moments like these were not lost on the pair, but they were becoming increasingly infrequent. With the championship-deciding race approaching, (Y/N) could feel the pressure on Nico becoming stronger by the minute. Being on the brink of realizing his lifelong dream of becoming a Formula 1 World Champion and stepping into the footsteps of his father had led to several sleepless nights thinking about the sacrifices and the relentless pursuit of excellence that had brought him to this pivotal moment. And on top of that, Nico’s biggest rival was his own teammate and best friend, Lewis Hamilton. 

Especially now that the relationship with his childhood friend was slowly but surely coming to an end, Nico found himself drawn to (Y/N)’s presence, even more so than usual. Amongst this utter mess, which he found himself in, she was his lifeline and he clung to it like a desperate sailor lost at sea. 

Particularly in the days leading up to the race, Nico was confiding in the woman about his innermost fears and ambitions, trusting her as someone who genuinely understood the intricacies of the sport and its impact on his life. She, in turn, had found herself awaiting his late-night calls, admiring his determination as she listened to him rambling about whatever was occupying his mind, her heart filling with a sense of pride whenever she’d hear a faint chuckle from Nico as she managed to bring some lightheartedness and humour to their conversations.

"You'll be okay," she would say to him in a gentle voice, "you've always managed so far." On the other end of the line, the driver would sigh, "But it's never been like this before." His voice was weary and full of thoughtful despair. "And in the future, it will never be like this again." she would say with a shurg, her empathetic smile practically audible through the phone. "So try to enjoy as many of these moments as you can." There was a pause before Nico gave a breathless chuckle, "Oh man, what would I do without you?"

On the day of the race, as Nico prepared for taking on the track, he couldn't help but think of (Y/N) and how she had supported him over the last few weeks, reassuring him and quite literally keeping him sane as the situation within his team steadily deteriorated.

His blue eyes scanned the area outside of the Mercedes garage. Unable to spot his friend in any of the spots she’d usually be in, Nico approached one of the stewards. “Hey, sorry,” he tried to sound nonchalant  “Have you seen the Countdown crew?” his eyes nervously flitted around the paddock, before landing back on the steward. “Countdown Magazine? No, I don’t think I have seen them anywhere on the track today.” the older man answered, a rough hand scratching away at his beard. “Thank you.” Nico shortly nodded, before abruptly turning on his heels and making his way back into the garage with tense shoulders. (Y/N)’s absence from the paddock weighed heavily on his mind. She had promised him to be there today and she’d usually come in amongst the first wave of reporters. Why wasn’t she there yet? Nico combed his fingers through his hair , lost in thought. Shaking his head, he felt his team’s eyes on his form. She’d surely be at the paddock in no time, he thought,  deciding that for now, it would do him better to focus on the race and his strategies, in order to secure the championship.

What Nico didn't know, however, was that just mere moments before the gates to the paddock were opened, the boss of Countdown Magazine had abruptly fired  (Y/N) at short notice. 

With her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the only thing the young journalist had been able to understand through the speaker of her cell phone was that the magazine needed a “breath of fresh air” and therefore had decided to get rid of their motorsport department in the composition in which it had existed until then…or something like that. (Y/N) wasn't entirely sure, as she was overcome with panic as her thoughts flew straight to Nico.

Just the night before, she had promised him on the phone that she would never miss the most important race of his career and now she was sitting in her hotel room, unemployed, with no access to the paddock and no way to get a ticket to the race because the tickets had already sold out weeks ago. 

Had a champion of misfortune been crowned that night, she was sure that no one would have been able to deprive her of that victory. Shaky fingers dialled Nico's number, which she by now knew better than she did her own, the cheap wood of the hotel bed creaking as (Y/N)'s leg bobbed up and down in unease. With each ring of the call, her breath caught in her throat. The ex-reporter knew the driver too well by now to have expected him to use his cell phone so close to the race, but what other option did she have? She pressed the phone to her ear for a few more moments, each second more painful than the last, wide eyes staring blankly at the F1 broadcast on her TV screen. It was only when the drivers left their garages to get into formation that she dropped the cell phone from her ear and threw it onto the mattress behind her with a loud "Fuck!", followed by a strangled sob whilst desperate fingers pulled at her hair. 

As the race unfolded, the tension in the air was palpable. Nico and Lewis were locked in a fierce battle for the championship and every corner, every lap, seemed to carry the weight of each driver’s dreams. When Nico finally crossed the finish line , securing his victory, he felt a mix of euphoria and disbelief. After this particularly demanding season, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, having  fulfilled his life-long dream of winning a World Driver’s Championship title.

The moment Nico stepped onto the podium to accept the championship trophy, he couldn’t help himself but to scan the crowd of reporters, still hoping to catch a glimpse of (Y/N). She had to be there, after all that’s what she had promised him. Yet, his friend still remained conspicuously absent. 

Nico held the coveted trophy high, the cheers of the crowd a deafening roar, as he smiled down at the sea of people. But even with a championship in hand and hundreds of people celebrating his achievement, there was a strange feeling of emptiness within his heart. As the champagne sprayed and the crowd celebrated, Nico's emotions were a turbulent mix of exhilaration and confusion. He couldn't help but wonder why (Y/N) hadn't been there smiling up at him, especially when she had been a constant presence throughout not only the season, but the majority of his career. The absence of his friend was like a splinter in his heart, casting a faint shadow over what should have been the most triumphant moment of his career. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) watched the race unfold from her hotel room, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. The news of her abrupt departure from her reporting career had come as a shock, and she had fought bitterly against it. Her job had been her passion, and Formula 1 was her life. To be denied the opportunity to report on the championship-deciding race, and more importantly to support Nico in his most crucial moment, was a heartbreak she struggled to bear.

As she witnessed Nico celebrating his victory, the realization of her absence was a painful weight on both her shoulders and her mind. She had been forced to watch her friend reach the pinnacle of his career from a distance, unable to share this moment of glory with the man who had unknowingly stolen her heart. The tears she shed were a mixture of pride for her friend and a deep sense of sorrow for her own situation. 

Back at the race track, Nico's initial reaction, unaware of the circumstances behind his friend’s absence, was one of betrayal. Finding himself being swarmed by countless reporters fighting for even the smallest of chances to get a word from the freshly crowned champion, he couldn’t help the bitterness he began to feel towards (Y/N). If all of these random journalist could have turned up, then why couldn’t his dearest friend do the same for him. The longer Nico thought about it, the more he questioned his relationship with (Y/N), something which he had valued so highly up until that very moment. 

She hadn’t just used him to boost her journalism career, had she? As much as he wanted to shake the thought, the champion couldn’t stop the idea of having been used solely for thrilling stories and eye-catching headlines to consume him, clouding his mind as the pain of having been abandoned by the woman, whom he had opened himself up to, right when he needed her most, sank in. 

His heart was clouded by hurt, and the insufferable ache of believing he had been manipulated by someone he had grown to trust and even developed some sort of feelings for was something he didn't know whether he could cope with.

How could a person whom he valued so highly and would give anything for, be so selfish and leave him standing there like that, clutching his fulfilled lifelong dream in his hand and yet still feeling a hole in his heart. Had his feelings really blinded him to such an extent that he hadn't realized (Y/N)'s true nature, or had his heart perhaps never wished to recognize it in the first place ?

“Mr.Rosberg!” the shout of his name pulled the driver out of his thoughts. Blinking, his eyes travelled up the arm currently shoving a microphone into his face, before settling on the face of the reporter, whose red lips were pulled into an impatient smile. “I am sorry, I didn’t quite catch your question.” he mindlessly gestured around with his hand, hoping to come across as if he really hadn't caught the question in the bustling scenery. 

He raised his brows, a half-heartedly apologetic smile on his lips as he kept his attentive eyes on the reporter while waiting for her to repeat what she had just asked. The reporter laughed in a put-on fashion and Nico had to wrestle with himself to refrain from rolling his eyes.

"So," the woman thrust the microphone even further into his face, "I'd be really interested to know whether there was anyone who helped you get through this difficult season, or whether it was all down to you?" Almost immediately the driver put on the mask of a cocky smile. "No, all of that was entirely down to me and I dare say I managed pretty darn well." Nico’s hair bobbed as he nodded towards his trophy. His smile grew painful as he was intent on ignoring the extent of the lie he had just told and the pang of pain, that the conscious erasure of his relationship with (Y/N) caused deep within his core.

[kathlare]

fault lines

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: During a family dinner in New York, Amelie’s brief respite from her demanding career is disrupted by an unexpected revelation.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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May 8th, 2023 - New York City, NY

The warm hum of conversation filled the small, upscale restaurant tucked in the heart of New York City. Amelie sat between her brother Callum and her father, Elias, the gentle buzz of her family’s chatter offering a temporary reprieve from the overwhelming pressure of her tour. The past few months had been a whirlwind of sold-out shows, sleepless nights, and long flights, but tonight was a rare moment of respite. Her parents, siblings, and Checo had flown in from Miami, fresh off the Grand Prix, to watch her perform live.

The dinner was supposed to be relaxed, a celebration of family and Amelie’s success, but she couldn’t shake the unease that had been sitting in her chest all day. Perhaps it was exhaustion or the growing distance between her and Rodrigo, who was still in Spain training for the upcoming season.

Her mother’s hand on hers brought her out of her thoughts.

—You’ve been quiet tonight, mi amor,— Victoria said, her eyes warm and full of concern. —Is everything okay?—

Amelie gave her a small smile, forcing herself to push the worries aside. —Just tired, Mamá. Touring’s catching up to me.—

Her father nodded knowingly. —You’ve been working too hard. But at least now you’ve got us here. We’re not leaving until we’ve embarrassed you by crying in the front row.—

—Papá,— she groaned, though her lips curled into a genuine smile this time.

Checo, sitting across from her with Stella by his side, chimed in. —I’m just here to tell everyone backstage that I’m your favorite brother-in-law. Gotta keep my title.—

—You’re my only brother-in-law,— Amelie shot back playfully, though the warmth in her tone made everyone chuckle.

As plates of food were set down in front of them, Jack leaned back in his chair with a smug grin. "Speaking of titles, I think I’m officially the worst golfer in the family now."

—What?— Elysia said, narrowing her eyes at her twin. —Since when are you even considered a golfer?—

—Since last week,— Jack replied, his grin growing wider. —Got invited to play in Miami with Dad, Zak Brown, and some other guys. It was a disaster.—

Amelie’s head snapped up at the mention of McLaren, her chest tightening instinctively. —Wait, Zak Brown? As in… McLaren’s Zak Brown?—

Jack nodded, smirking as he reached for his drink. —The one and only. Don’t get too excited, though. He wasn’t there to see me. It was all Dad’s thing. Apparently, they’re buddies now.—

Elias chuckled, clearly amused by the memory. —He’s a good guy. Knows his stuff about motorsports, that’s for sure. Though I’m pretty sure he was regretting inviting me after the third hole. My swing’s gone to hell.—

—Hold up,— Amelie interrupted, her brows furrowing. —What exactly were you doing playing golf with Zak Brown?—

—Oh, it was just a casual thing,— Elias said, waving a hand dismissively. —Some McLaren sponsors were there too. I didn’t want to go, but Zak insisted.—

—Yeah, it was casual until he showed up,— Jack cut in, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. —Your boy Lando. You should’ve seen it, Amelie. It was like watching a soap opera. Dad looked like he wanted to throttle him.—

The air around the table shifted immediately. The lighthearted atmosphere that had filled the room moments earlier evaporated as quickly as it had come, replaced by a palpable tension. Amelie’s heart dropped at the mention of his name, her fork freezing midway to her mouth.

—Lando?— she asked, her voice tighter than she intended.

Elias’ jaw clenched ever so slightly, his expression darkening. —He happened to be there, unfortunately. I wasn’t particularly thrilled about it.—

Checo exchanged a glance with Stella, his lips pressing into a thin line as he silently reached for his glass of water. He knew better than to say anything yet.

Jack, oblivious to the growing discomfort, leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. —Not thrilled? That’s putting it lightly. Dad practically gave the guy a death stare the entire day. If looks could kill, I don’t think he’d have made it past the ninth hole.—

—Jack,— Stella hissed, giving him a warning glare.

But Amelie wasn’t looking at Jack anymore. Her focus had shifted entirely to her father. —What happened?— she asked, her voice steady despite the storm swirling inside her.

Elias sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. —It’s nothing, princesa. Just an unpleasant surprise seeing him there, that’s all. I might’ve said a few things to let him know he wasn’t welcome.—

Amelie’s stomach churned. She didn’t need details to fill in the blanks. Elias was fiercely protective of her—always had been—and she could only imagine what kind of indirect jabs he’d thrown at Lando. The thought made her chest tighten uncomfortably.

—A few things?— Jack snorted. —Dad basically told him to stay the hell away from you. Oh, and then he threw in something about him breaking your heart. You should’ve seen Lando’s face. I almost felt bad for the guy.—

—Jack!— Victoria snapped, her tone sharp. —That’s enough.—

But Amelie barely heard her. Her mind was spinning, the room suddenly feeling too warm. She dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter, pushing it away as she leaned back in her chair.

—Amor,— her mother said softly, her hand reaching for hers again. —Don’t let this upset you. Your father was just being protective.—

—Protective?— Amelie repeated, her voice rising slightly. —Papá, what were you even thinking? I told you months ago that Lando and I were done. We’re nothing to each other anymore.—

Elias frowned, his expression softening as he looked at her. —You may think that, but I know better. I know how much he hurt you, Amelie. And if you think I’m going to stand by and pretend everything’s fine when I see him acting like nothing happened, you’re wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.—

Amelie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She didn’t want to have this conversation here—not in front of her entire family, not in the middle of a crowded restaurant. But the damage was already done.

—What exactly did you say to him?— she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elias hesitated, glancing at Stella, who gave him a subtle shake of her head as if to warn him against saying too much. But Jack, of course, had no such reservations.

—Oh, you know, the usual dad stuff,— Jack said, smirking. —“Stay away from my daughter,” “You broke her heart,” “You’ll never be good enough for her,” blah, blah, blah.—

—Jack, for God’s sake!— Stella snapped, clearly fed up with his antics.

But Amelie didn’t react to Jack’s teasing. Her eyes were fixed on her father, searching his face for any hint of regret or remorse. She didn’t find any.

—You had no right,— she said finally, her voice trembling with barely contained frustration. —Papá, this is my life. My past. Not yours. You can’t just... just insert yourself into it like that.—

—Amelie,— Elias began, but she cut him off.

—No. You don’t get to do this. Not anymore.— She pushed her chair back, the sound grating against the floor as she stood. —Excuse me.—

She didn’t wait for anyone to respond. Grabbing her bag, she turned and walked briskly toward the exit, ignoring the concerned voices calling after her.

As the door swung shut behind her, the cool evening air hit her like a slap to the face. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her, but it was no use. The weight of everything—her father’s overprotectiveness, Lando’s lingering presence in her life, the distance growing between her and Rodrigo—was suffocating.

She leaned against the side of the building, closing her eyes and letting the noise of the city wash over her. But even then, she couldn’t escape it. The memories. The what-ifs. The lingering ache of a love she’d tried so hard to forget.

And the worst part? A small, stubborn part of her knew her father wasn’t entirely wrong.

[petit-papillion]

"Despite his season threatening to fizzle out, Leclerc vowed to get on top of his troubles. Those words would not be unfulfilled as the Monegasque rebounded emphatically. Across the remaining seven rounds, Leclerc out-qualified Sainz every single time and wasn’t beaten when both drivers classified.

Leclerc registered three podiums and three pole positions to Sainz’s none, while also ending the year with five straight front-row starts. The last statistic provided perhaps the clearest indication that he was back to his swashbuckling best behind the wheel.

The exhilarating sight of Leclerc, equipped with the lowest possible fuel and fresh tyres, hurtling a car into a sequence of corners and dancing perilously close to the extremities of the track had only been on display in flashes through the first two-thirds of the season.

Leclerc’s one-lap speed prospering again proved vital to his race prospects too as it enabled him to manage his pace in clear air, tempering Ferrari’s tyre degradation issue. That was especially clear in the final round at Abu Dhabi, when Leclerc produced a stunning last-gasp qualifying effort to mitigate Ferrari’s cornering deficit to beat McLaren and Mercedes to a front-row spot.

That feat granted him the platform to control proceedings on Sunday to effortlessly caress the tyres home on the optimal strategy without threat, affording him the capacity to display racing intelligence at either end of the encounter to pick his battles wisely and prioritise the team’s goals above his race.

The season finale marked one of Leclerc’s most complete showings in F1, following on from one of his highest peak performances in Vegas that should have yielded a victory.

Despite being usurped from the line by Verstappen, Leclerc outfoxed the Dutchman in managing the Medium tyre against graining in the cooler track temperatures to become the first driver to successfully overtake a Red Bull driver for the lead in ‘23."

Source: Motorsport Week

[cbsxreader]

You go to a car rally with the mercs! Pt.1

I was at a WRC rally recently so this was inspired by that

Pt.1 ; Pt.2

Notes: Gn!Reader, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic!

Scout

Rally or motorsports in general is probably his second-favorite sport behind baseball, so you bet he wants to take you.

He makes a point to buy the overpriced food and merchandise, he says that it's a part of the experience. You end up leaving with nearly empty wallets and well-fed on fast food.

Scout insists on getting the front row and getting as close to the track as possible, but when he gets hit with a cloud of dust or rocks, he acts like it doesn't even bother him to impress you and then proceeds to cough his lungs out.

Also he probably gets trampled by a bunch of people somewhere in the whole experience, that's what I imagine could happen at a rally.

It comes back to bite you two in the ass when you realize getting the car as close to the watch area as you could makes you stuck in traffic from everyone trying to leave.

Soldier

As a proud, red-blooded American, of course he loves fast and loud cars, and especially so when they're competing with each other.

Brings his patriotic merch along to show his support and love for rally, it's especially prominent if there are other countries competing in the race. He'll be the one cheering the loudest for the American drivers.

Even if you arrive late, he pushes through the crowd to get you two the front. He also keeps the rocks and pebbles that hit him as souvenirs, no overpriced shirts for him, thanks.

Just keep an eye out for him and be a voice of reason because he might go to do something that's against the whole etiquette of the event like stepping over the barriers where you're not supposed to go.

If you want an autograph from one or multiple racers, he'll go out of his way to push through the line, pull the racers aside just for them to give you an autograph.

Pyro

Pyro would rather watch from a distance, it's a bit overwhelming for them with all the loud noises and closeness of many people around you. Yeah, they're a mercenary, but it's different when they can't do anything about it.

It's better for them to watch the big screen where they fly over the car in a helicopter or it's the drivers' POV and not mind the actual cars driving by.

After the rally, help them clean up their goggles from the dust that hits them.

They will draw a drawing of going to the rally with you afterwards and will keep the attendee bracelets (if the organizers hand them out) for the memory.

Just make sure you're not watching near where the cars start driving. Pyro might get an idea that might...upset the rest of the live viewers and if you lose sight of them, some drivers would not be in for a fun time.

[amberjazmyn]

you're so golden 🫶

pairing : f1 grid x fem!russell!reader

summary : it's the golden globes and kailani russell, sister of f1 driver george russell, the actress who plays the secret daughter of freddie mercury, ophelia mercury, is not only nominated but maybe also wins the award she is nominated for?

warnings : none really

a/n : kailani russell, this original female character is the sister of george russell who is obviously, an f1 mercedes driver. in this version, there will be ophelia mercury who is freddie's secret daughter, hence why they asked a british actress to play her. but also because everyone has always said that kailani doesn't look like her family but like lucy boynton who plays mary austin in the movie. i will also maybe have her dating one of the drivers so it makes even more sense for some of the grid to be at the golden globes.

you're so golden, you're so golden, la la, la la

kailani smiled and cheered as she sat in her seat at the annual golden globe awards 2019 alongside her brother, f1 driver george russell and fellow bohemian rhapsody cast, crew and queen members roger taylor and sir brian may. kailani had been nominated for best actress - motion picture for her portrayal as freddie mercury's secret daughter, ophelia mercury. in the biopic "bohemian rhapsody" that follows the highs and lows of queen and their exuerbrant lead singer, freddie mercury. sat next to her brother, george, was lucy boynton who played mary austin in the movie, the siblings held hands whilst allen leech, another cast member of the movie (paul prenter), sat on the other side of kailani whilst rami malek (freddie mercury) sat in the row in front of them alongside gwilym lee (sir brian may) and joseph mazzello (john deacon). 

throughout the entire night, she was constantly being complimented on the outfit that she was wearing. in all honesty, she did somewhat enjoy the compliments but, it was only because of one thing. she felt ethereal in the dress and it truly distracted her from the anxieties that award shows normally gave her before recieving all of the crazy nominations ever since award season started. otherwise, if it didn't distract her, kailani would be a lot less accepting of the compliments and would try either straight ignoring them or swerving around them and throwing it back to the giver of the compliment. onto the dress, kailani was wearing a gold dress which was a sequined bandage bandeau, fitting her in tight like a corset. truthfully, kailani felt like a goddess and it only made sense that her stylists put her in a gold dress for the golden globes. 

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when it came to actually paying attention to the award show that was happening in front of her, kailani genuinely found it difficult because it was getting closer and closer to her category and it just made her zone out. because every time during this award season, she's wanted to protect her mind and her soul since this was the first time that she was ever being acknowledged because just like a couple others in her bohemian rhapsody cast, she had been doing this job since she was a kid. exactly like how her brother, george, had been in motorsport his whole life. however never once was she acknowledged or given her rightful praise for her wonderful talent until now after portraying the role of ophelia mercury, a women who was rumoured for many years to be freddie mercury's secret child. 

so, as she sat next to her brother, george and her other costar, allen leech who played the horrid paul prenter with her onscreen parents lucy and rami in the row in front of them, they all sat in wait. applause and awards were coming and going when gary oldman took the microphone to present kailani's category. instantly, she tensed up in fear, zoning out but keeping a soft smile look on her face as the overhead commentator announced the nominations as scenes of the movies played as well. george wrapping his arms around kailani whilst allen held her free hand and lucy and rami became contortionists as they twisted their arms behind them just so they could also comfort kailani as well. the other f1 racers that kailani had invited scattered elsewhere around the room.

"...the nominations are..." 

"...for bohemian rhapsody, kailani russell," everyone cheers as a small smile and chuckle leaves the zoned out kailani's mouth as she notices the camera really relising in her disassociation but doesn't acknowledge it as she applauds when she hears the scene in which her character, ophelia mercury accidentally finds out about her father freddie's aids diagnosis 

ophelia halts to a stop, this wasn't a conversation she wasn't supposed to run into, it was obvious, but, she couldn't help but feel curious. even then, it wasn't her fault, she was returning to the recording studio with some lunch for her dad freddie and her uncles, roger, john and brian when she heard the news. and before she could get herself out of the room or stop, she heard the very words that did it for her whilst she reached the middle of the room...

"...aids...i wanted you to hear it from me..."

ophelia only heard the "aids" part and everything else just became white noise as she dropped everything she had in her hands and slowly dropped to the floor. her legs going first as they folded underneath her and then her hands as they only just grazed the floor underneath her as tears streamed down her cheeks as her body hunched over itself. that was when freddie, john, roger and brian along with miami turned around, noticing that ophelia, seventeen-year-old ophelia mercury had accidentally walked into a conversation about her father's health that she shouldn't have. but did and now was traumatised over the fact that her father, who she had just found out about, was now getting a death sentence when he was still so young. 

"...dad, please don't say it's true! you...you never get sick...you...you..." ophelia tried to talk but she couldn't, her body rocked with sobs as immediately, roger, her favourite uncle, raced down to her and held her as she wailed as though she was a dying animal 

freddie sighed, kneeling in front of his daughter, he smiled softly, "...i'm sorry bunny but, it's true. but, i don't want you to be crying okay? i want to do what i was born to do with the time i have left. i'm freddie fucking mercury!" freddie smiled as ophelia chuckled wetly, her hand coming under her nose and wiping it as she lifted her head and nodded 

however, what came out of her mouth after was the most gut-wrenching, stomach-ripping thing as she sobbed softly, roger, john and brian huddling around her to comfort her. 

"but you're my dad..." 

everyong erupted into roars of applause as kailani's scene finished playing before gary stepped up to the microphone to announce the winner of the category's golden globe. but, one thing everyone seemed to be set on and shocked by was that scene that they had just watched. it was acted with pure brillance yet it was so nuanced at the same time and so understated that kailani played grief so well. and, it was that moment that everyone knew that the name that gary was about to read out was for sure kailani's, it had to be at this point. 

gary smiled brightly, nodding his head before speaking up into the microphone, "...and the golden globe goes to..." 

"...kailani russell, bohemian rhapsody..." gary oldman cheers, the older actor previously acting with the girl in a previous project when she was much younger, her brother and the rest of her bo-rhap cast doing the same thing whilst the room filled with loud applause as george and allen violently shook the girl out of her disassociation 

for a split moment, the poor girl seemed so confused as to why she was being pulled from side to side by her brother and co-star. but, once she saw gary motioning her to come to the stage since she, george and the bo-rhap cast were basically two rows from the front, she noticed the camera was on her and her cast mates hysterically celebrating up on the screen behind them and she realised. she had just won the golden globe for best actress - motion picture and she had to quickly think up of something to say as she scrambled to get up from her seat. 

after all the hugs from her brother, co-stars and an almost makeout session with lando norris? george was for sure going to question that later but not now, kailani finally made it to the stage. shaking her head at her former movie dad, she was pulled into a hug by gary as he congratulated her. grabbing the award from him and then another set of cheek and forehead kisses, she attempted to start her speech. 

"wooow. i mean, lord have mercy! i am honestly so grateful for this!" she struggled to find her footing let alone her proper breathing pattern as she giggled - proud that she didn't blurt out a swear word like she genuinely thought she would have in this situation 

she giggled before she stared at the award in her hand and continued, "this award is something special. when i was a kid, i was always winning things, have no idea why because i was doing so much that i couldn't just focus on one thing. but, i was always winning first in dance, gymnastics, netball, athletics, i was always getting gold, even in the odd karting competitions alongside george *giggles*. and every time i had to say something, kind of like i am right now, i'd be so overwhelmed and confused that i'd just start to hysterically laugh because i never knew what to say. and that...that's kind of how i feel right now that i'm truthfully surprised i didn't swear or that i'm not hysterically laughing right now..." kailani trailed off as she became emotional as she smiled softly, biting her lip 

"...i've been in this business since i was maybe around eight or nine. my first movie was with this man right next to me, mr gary oldman, and i remember feeling so excited when i was told that if our movie did well enough and if i did a good enough job, i'd be able to dress up and go do the award circut. however, by the time award season came around, we didn't even get one single nomination except for a golden globe nomination and it was for the movie as a whole but we didn't end up winning. and all of a sudden, there was no more award shows for us to attend since that was the only one we got nominated for. our cast not getting invited to any other award ceremony. but, i didn't want to be sad because i still got to go to my first ever award show and i still got to be sitting in a room with so many of my favourite actors and actresses and directors that i didn't want to be sad. because in some small way, our movie, our little indie movie was still good enough even if i specifically wasn't..." everyone watched as kailani told her story as tears welled in everyone's eyes as they listened intently at the girls heartbreaking story 

"...and now, all these years later, at twenty-five-years-old and finally, i'm in a movie that was more than good enough in a role that i was good enough in. and that role just happened to be the beautiful, wonderful, strong-willed ophelia mercury, the daughter of the masterful, exuberant, prowess freddie mercury *cheers*. working on bohemian rhapsody was a blessing that i never knew i was going to be blessed with. and it was something that at the time i didn't know i would need as bad as i did. this movie made me realise that i actually am good enough and that i am someone in this industry *applause*. now it's time i thank my brother, george who took time out of his busy formula one schedule along with some other races to even be here tonight as well as throughout the filming process, i love you guys! and now my beautiful and talented cast, thank you, because it's all down to them, rami, ben, gwilym, joseph, lucy, allen as the main ones but there were so many people that i don't have the time to individually thank them. i also want to extend my gratitude to dr brian may and roger taylor, thank you for trusting us with this beautiful and gorgeous story of freddie! you two were dreams to work with everyday on set and i can't thank you enough for the way you made everyone on our set feel welcomed, included but above all loved and safe. there has never been a set that i've felt as safe as i felt on the first day i walked onto the set of bohemian rhapsody and that feeling of safety has never left and it's been basically a year since filming ended *giggles*. so sorry i've said so much but, just, thank you so much to everyone that made this gorgeous movie possible and allowing me the opportunity to be acknowledged for it, thank you, i love you all, mwah! this is for you freddie and ophelia!" kailani finished as she hoisted her globe high as everyone (but mostly her bo-rhap family) screamed, applauded and cried for joy at their costar's success as gary and kailani walked off stage together so rami's category could be called out 

after rami's category was announced and won by himself which made kailani cry even more backstage, only to find out that the movie won in the very next and last award after that, the after-party roared in jubilation for all the nominees and winners. 

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the golden globes were over and now there was only a couple of award shows left of the season and circut, kailani decided to post some photos from the night as she cuddled up against lando in the hotel room since the next one was a few weeks away and there was no use on flying back to the united kingdom just yet. 

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kailanirussell golden globes 2019 baby! 

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thank you so much to every single person who helped me get to this point. i have dreamt of this day ever since my first movie with gary oldman. i know i mentioned it in my speech but, because of my very first golden globes, i thought the movies i was in and my acting in those movies was only good because of how many awards they were nominated for/won. which clearly blew my self esteem when for half of my child acting life, i was never nominated for anything in the solo categories and only nominated with the rest of my ensemble cast for the movies - not they ever won their nominated awards though. so, finally getting to have that moment where i got to get up and say "i am good enough" and "our movie is good enough" felt right and i'm beyond thankful that it was this beautiful movie, bohemian rhapsody, that got me that recognition little kailani used to obsessively pray for every time she did a new movie. working on bohemian rhapsody was an honour and it's something that i'll never be able to replicate ever again in any new movie i do and i'm glad because this movie will never be able to be replicated by anyone or another group of actors and actresses. rami, my darling, you were the perfect freddie, it didn't matter that you weren't the first choice because you were the choice that has got our beautiful little movie all these awards! ben, our beautiful benny, you were the perfect roger and joseph and gwil, you were the perfect disco deaky and astrophysicist brian. and lucy lu, my gorgeous luce, you were the perfect mary and i am so glad i got to do this movie alongside my (non-biological) twin sister even though i ended up playing the secret daughter of freddie. along with my beautiful allen who played the evilest man in the universe of queen, you were perfect and it truly was scary good at how well you encapsulated such a master manipulator because of how kind-natured and gentle you are. 

whilst i'm genuinly devastated that it's coming to the end of celebrating our special little thing, i wouldn't have wanted to celebrate it with anyone else. bohemian rhapsody has been an honour and a project that i'm never going to forget. and like freddie mercury once said, "you can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be" 

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landonorris i am beyond proud of you my darling angel! seeing you up on that stage sent me to tears, you did amazing 🤍

joe_mazzello still crying! you did so well kiki! you were the perfect ophelia, no one could have done it better than you! i truly believe freddie and ophelia gave you this golden globe! 

mrgwilymlee the best ophelia mercury in the world! 

lucyboynton1 proudest (non-biological) twin sister in the world! 

georgerussell63 proudest brother in the world! you were fantastic munchkin

garyoldman so proud of you my love. you're not that little eight-year-old anymore 🤍

ramimalek what a fucking queen you are, kiki! congratulations my sweet 🤍

allenleech ok, yeah, i'm crying! i'm so proud of you, kiki!

brianmayforreal you deserved this more than ever, kiki! well done - bri xx

rogertaylorofficial the best ophelia mercury in the world! congratulations kiki bee xx

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rewriting this but with the f1 grid (kind of) involved was really cool! bohemian rhapsody is truly one of my fave biopics since i love queen so much. every single time i rewatch it, i find so many new details that i'd never noticed before! i also apologise though for how short it was!

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