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Cupid | LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, reader is a press officer, don't think gender is stated specifically, implied sexual content, second chance romance, she is not edited, zhou guanyu does not crash, and there are swears.

WC: ~7.7k (kill me now)

I literally hate this, im so sorry. I haven't edited it because it's late but I hope it's not bad. I'll edit it tomorrow. also how is it so longgg, it was supposed to be 5k at best. (why have i written two fics about exes having dinner?)

Being Valtteri Bottas’ PR Agent was a wild ride. From being hired by him in his early days at Williams, to his successful years at Mercedes, and now at Alfa Romeo, you’d gotten to know the man through all stages of his career. You’d been there to field off questions about his declining performance at Mercedes and had been the first one to slam open the door and start yelling at him after the ‘cheated-on-his-wife’ rumours started floating around.

However, the paycheck was good and, when he wasn’t causing you to spend many nights in meetings about his public image, you didn’t mind the guy, happy to have to follow him around the world for most of the year.

The whole Formula One thing was also a bonus, you having been hooked on the sport after your Dad introduced it to you at an early age. You’d spent countless hours watching your dad watch the car’s speed by on his tv set, finally deciding to pay attention to the race after a few years. And boy, did you love it.

You’d spent many an early birthday present forcing your parents to take you to the Grand Prix nearest to you, saving up for months to be able to afford the tickets and the travel. Something about the sport just intrigued pre-teen you, nothing to do with Michael Schumacher at all.

So, when the chance to be a F1 driver’s personal PR agent had landed on your advertisement agency’s desk, the place you had worked in the early days of your career, you had snatched it up quickly. The work started well before the start of the 2013 season, you having to meet the man himself and quickly getting adjusted to the many people you’d need to know to network for the guy.

You’d also met Maldonado’s PR agent, one from the Williams team, who quickly brought up the ideas of doing interviews and press releases between the two drivers. You were swept into the world of the sport, beginning to get into the swing of things.

Years passed, as did teammates, and Valtteri got signed to Mercedes alongside Lewis Hamilton. You didn’t know if your employment would carry over to Mercedes, but a team shirt and a letter letting you know about when Valtteri’s responsibilities started being mailed to your house confirmed it pretty quickly.

The atmosphere at Mercedes was more professional, though the team still treated each other as family. You’d often see engineers leaving together, going to go get drunk and celebrate Lewis’ common wins and Valtteri’s less common, but still happening, wins.

You’d often spend hours at a time bargaining for spots for Valtteri in interviews and in PR related spots, and it worked. He was a well-known man, your job was practically done. The bosses were (finally) appeased, Valtteri was happy, and you could finally relax after years straight of stressing about social media and whatever the hell a vine was and if that was still relevant.

And then you’d gone and got yourself trapped in an elevator with Lewis Hamilton.

Being a Mercedes employee, though only temporary, you’d met Lewis often during interviews and team meetings. However, you never really know a person until you spend five hours sitting opposite each other in a broken-down elevator, only being able to see each other by the light of your phone's flashlight, waiting for some sort of help as there was no signal.

Your conversation had started off hesitantly, you incredibly intimidated by the several-time world champion and him having a fleeting idea of who you were. The conversation had eventually fizzled out till the lift jolted, and a creaking sound echoed into the cavern of the contraption.

Your telling groan that you couldn’t hold back elicited a concerned “You alright?” from Lewis and then you eventually had to tell the professional F1 driver, who raced cars at over 200km/h every other weekend, about your fear of small spaces.

He hadn’t judged you for it, something which you thought was rather nice, and had even tried to adjust for you, moving to the very other side of the small box. Granted, your feet still touched, but you thought the sentiment was nice.

He was more down to earth than you expected, you knew he wasn’t a prick but you weren’t expecting him to be… kind. Soon enough, after a few more questions about why you were afraid of small spaces and other questions, you both had spiraled into boundless conversation.

You had talked about things you’d never talked about with someone, let alone a practical stranger, his soothing accent making it easier to open up to him. Things like the future and where it would take you, uncertainties about both your careers, even relationships, the type of conversations you only have trapped in a suspended metal box in the dark.

Lewis was a fantastic person to talk to. He’d listen when he needed to and returned your conversation with equal energy, as though he actually wanted to be part of the conversation. For some reason he had decided to trust you and had talked freely to you, showing you a side that you doubted many people had seen.

Maybe it was the fact he couldn’t see your face or maybe you just gave off a trustworthy vibe. You didn’t know. All you knew was that, all of a sudden, you were one of Lewis Hamilton’s most trusted confidants.

Even after someone had finally realised you were missing and exactly where you were, calling more firemen than necessary to bust open the lift though you supposed that’s what you were supposed to do when a ‘Sir’ was trapped in an elevator, Lewis had asked for your phone number and had continued to text you.

You’d met up a few times over the season, quickly becoming incredibly close friends who told each other everything. You’d had to deal with a few teases from Valtteri, who’d shut up when you reminded him who controlled the public’s opinion of him.

During the off-season Lewis had invited you to come to his house for dinner. You’d went, it was lovely, and then you’d unknowingly experienced the moment of truth in your weird friendship/developing relationship.

You’d been sitting at Lewis’s dinner table, eagerly chatting to the man about your family, leaning in closer and closer until the both of you were nearly leaning over the table. He’d cooked for you, an act you found incredibly sweet for the multi-millionaire who probably had ten private chefs on speed-dial, and you’d spent the evening wining and dining.

You had both finished your main courses, talking about everything and anything when a loud bang had come from the upstairs of the man’s house. He glossed right over it, ignoring the loud sound. You had been about to comment on it but, at his nonchalance, you deigned not to.

The conversation had continued, you both moving from his table to the couch he owned, which probably cost more than your salary earned you, when another loud sound, which sounded suspiciously like a bark, reverberated through his open-plan house.

He sighed loudly at your questioning look, deciding that he couldn’t ignore it this time. He opened his mouth to speak but, before he could utter a syllable, the tapping of claws sounded against the stairs located, conveniently, in view of his living room.

You looked up and there stood one of the largest Bulldogs you had ever seen. It was almost majestic, the way that he stood there on the steps, panting as though he’d just run a race. His brown coat was shining in the twilight glow, his muzzle a white colour in comparison to the rest of his body.

He took a few steps down the stairs, tripping on one before regaining his posture. You could only watch in wonder, mouth agape, as the beautiful beast padded down the steps and took a turn, approaching you head on.

The dog was a thing of beauty, his droopy face conveying no discernable emotion except from being tired. He slowly made his way to the couch, you doing nothing but watching as he trotted along the hardwood floors. You didn’t catch Lewis staring at you warily as you were only focused on the thing that younger you would’ve fought a clan of savage chipmunks in order to have.

The dog eventually made his way in front of you, plopping his behind down on the carpet and staring up at you questioningly. You didn’t know what emotion your face was conveying, you only knew it was very silent.

You cautiously reached a hand down to rub between his ears. After a second of your rubbing he made a gruff ‘woof’ sound and you couldn’t help it, an entranced whine releasing from your throat. Collapsing onto the floor beside the dog, you forgot about Lewis, focusing completely on the magnificent specimen of a dog.

Roscoe, as you’d soon come to know via a fond Lewis, took to you as soon as you took to him. Within a minute the dog was letting you handle him as much as you’d like, rolling over on his back to let you get his stomach and vigorously licking your arm as you pet him. Praises spilled from your lips abound, making sure to let the bulldog know just how much of a good boy he was.

At a cough you turned from your spot on the floor to face Lewis, the radiant grin he had on his face making you feel as though you’d passed a test of sorts. Roscoe also turned to look at Lewis before turning back to you and huffing.

He moved forward, stepping on your legs, trying to sit on you, before falling off the slope onto the carpet. You then picked him up and cuddled him, trying to keep eye-contact with Lewis as you did so. Lewis’ eyes had turned into half moons as he watched you love on his dog, his smile consuming his face.

“I’m glad he likes you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if he didn’t.” He admitted, placing his drink on a wooden table that stood beside the couch. He then slowly slid from the couch onto the floor beside you, leaning his body down till he was face-to-face with Roscoe and gave the dog a kiss.

“He’s got good taste.” You commented and Lewis released a laugh, glancing up at you.

“Me or the dog?” He asked after a second and you paused, overdramatically placing a finger on your chin and tilting your head as though you were thinking. You then shrugged and he laughed again, you not missing the incredibly familiar twinkle in his eye as he looked at you.

After that, you’d found that Lewis was a lot more eager to meet at his house. Roscoe, accompanied by the sheepish man, was bowling you over nearly every time the door was opened to you. Lewis had also made the trip to your house, though you doubted he’d seen a house as small as yours within the last ten years. He seemed to like it though, settling in quickly and even staying there when you were at work. The off-season had continued like that, casually building your relationship between his training and your many meetings with Alfa Romeo, trying to settle the discussions about your contract after Valtteri’s move.

You’d finally gotten somewhere just before the season started after having to plead to not be replaced by an inside hire, Valtteri backing you up and stating he wouldn’t race without you. Alfa Romeo had accepted and then you finally had the contract you’d wanted.

You’d left the meeting, Valtteri in tow, before turning around and hugging the man for having your back before you both said goodbye and made your way home and to the gym respectively.

The uber ride you’d hired was peaceful, the man staring straight ahead as you looked out the window, your small apartment building coming into your view. You smiled as you saw it, thinking of the Lewis you’d left in bed that morning, having to pull yourself out before him to go to your meeting.

The climb up the steps (the elevator didn’t work which Lewis hadn’t complained about when you’d explained it in embarrassment) had seemed to take forever no matter how fast you climbed. When you’d finally made it to your floor, you had to practically drag yourself across the hallway to your door, unlocking it with force after the lock had gotten stuck.

Immediately you could tell something was off, the place seemed colder than that morning and it didn;t have to do with the fact the thermostat had broken a few months ago. All the lights were off and there was no noise coming from within, a telltale sign that Lewis was somewhere within whether he was listening to music or talking to someone.

That was ok, though, he might’ve been at a meeting like the one you’d had, though you doubted there would be less than 7 zero’s on his contract. But that’s the difference between a big team and Alfa Romeo, you work with what you get.

You looked to the side table, placing your keys in the bowl, noticing the absence of Lewis’ keys. But that made sense if he was at a training session or a meeting, so you continued into the apartment, losing components of your outerwear as you went.

You’d lost your scarf and blazer as you’d made your way to your bedroom, prepared to change from your business outfit into one of Lewis’ many shirts when you opened your closet. A quick rummage and you couldn’t find any. Weird.

You checked again before moving to another part of your closet and noting the lack of his hoodies or jumpers, which was even weirder as you’d stolen a few of them last week. You turned and moved to your dresser, an old antique wooden piece you’d picked up from an op-shop a few years ago after seeing it and falling in love.

You’d opened your drawer specifically for pajamas and found everything you’d acquired through your time of living independently but Lewis’ shirts. Moving to the many drawers Lewis used specifically when he’d stay over, a small inkling of panic settled in your stomach however you ignored it and opened the drawer.

Nothing. There was nothing left in the drawer. You quickly opened all his other drawers, almost pulling them out of the dresser with the force you were applying. All of them were empty. This caused the inkling to grow to an uneasy pool. Maybe he’d taken them to wash them at his place?

You stepped back from the dressers, incredibly confused and vehemently denying the growing panic in you. You walked, not ran, into your bathroom. The lonely toothbrush sitting on the counter sent a strange feeling, almost like adrenaline, rushing through you. Opening the cupboards under the counter you noted the loss of his extra face wipes and the moisturizers he insisted on using.

You ran to your kitchen, not seeing anything off, before slamming into the back of the couch in your open plan apartment in your haste to get into the living room. The action caused pain to ring through your shins but you barely registered it, the missing cd’s that normally sat on the table your tv was balancing on that he had insisted were better than Spotify the only thing you were focused on.

A quick look down the hallway to the door of your apartment only furthered your dread, noticing details you hadn’t seen before. The missing stack of shoes that he normally toed-off at the door and the missing extra wallet he left on the side table in case someone broke in almost confirmed your fears.

But what really set in the fact that he’d packed up and left was the missing leash that normally hung from a hook you’d installed specifically on the back of your front door. The inscribed ‘Roscoe’ on the hook seemed almost mocking from your place on the couch, but you couldn’t really acknowledge it, the tears filling your eyes blurring your vision.

You stood up from the couch and stormed back into the bedroom, slamming the open drawers shut, not hearing the splintering of the vintage wood. You picked up your phone from your bed that you’d tossed earlier in your haste to become relaxed, and opened your messages.

He hadn’t sent anything to you explaining his leaving and when you went to send a text (‘??? Where are you’) the message that you’d been blocked popped up at the bottom of the screen. You could only stare at the screen for a second, the implications of what he’d done sending emotional shockwaves through you.

You barked out a sardonic laugh, your hand flopping from its position in front of you to be held uselessly at your side, your phone slipping from your grasp onto the floor. The world went still for a moment before you lifted a hand to cover your vision, the tears slipping from your eyes wetting your hand.

You sat alone on your bed that had, not even 24 hours ago, contained what you had thought was your future. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry at this point, the grief for something that was evidently never meant to be controlling your thoughts. A long deep sigh left you before it was interrupted by a sob. And then another sob.

You ended up falling asleep alone that night, still dressed in the smart pants and white shirt you’d worn to your meeting. Your only lullaby was your sobbing, not the sound of his gentle humming, something which you kept reminding yourself of.

Valtteri had commented that you’d seemed sad the next time he’d seen you but neither of you had addressed it past that, him knowing when to keep his mouth shut. He especially knew to shut up after the intense glare you had fixed him.

The season had started again and, while you were prepared for your duties as a PR agent, Valtteri’s full calendar being proof enough for that, you weren’t sure you were prepared to see Lewis again. Especially after the news that he was already seeing someone else had come out a week before the first race.

You’d returned Valtteri’s knowing glance with as much strength as you could muster and promptly ignored his further pitying look, choosing to feel sorry for yourself at home that night. You’d also ignored his attempts to try to get you to talk to Tiffany, you liked the woman but you didn’t think you should burden her with your ridiculous, because that’s what it was looking back, delusions that you could’ve been something more than just a summer fling to Lewis Hamilton.

You’d successfully managed to avoid Lewis the whole first couple of races, eventually beginning to see fleeting glances of him throughout the paddock. Seeing him for the first time with his partner had hurt but, looking at her, you couldn’t exactly blame him.

She was gorgeous and, after you’d done a bit of searching, was exactly his previous type. She was wealthy and had a respectable job, someone worthy of being with him. You’d made sure to avoid him after that.

You kept on at work though, determined to be the best goddamn PR Agent Alfa Romeo had ever seen. And you were succeeding. Valtteri was getting brand deals and after more positive press around him and his dedication to the sport regardless of his company, you were finally able to relax.

And by relaxing, you meant getting wasted at a bar. In fairness, last time you’d relaxed you’d ended up more broken hearted than you’d ever been, so releasing some steam at a bar had seemed an appropriate route.

And it was, being able to drink away your sorrows and spill your guts out to a bartender in a small rundown pub in the middle of Canada was the perfect way to unwind. You hadn’t told the whole story of course, you resented the guy for what he did to you but you didn’t want to tarnish his reputation, but it was nice to tell it to some random person who probably didn’t even understand the way you were switching between Swedish, English, and Finnish.

You’d woken up the next morning with a heavy weight off your shoulders and a nice Canadian man in your hotel bed, sending him off with a promise to call before promptly adding his phone number to your phone. Valtteri could tell something had changed when you’d walked into his driver’s room the next day, prepared to tell him about his schedule. You greeted his questioning look with a smirk and he shook his head, a disbelieving look on his face.

You’d found that you hadn’t thought about Lewis the whole day, when you’d settled into your hotel bed the night after the race. A warm feeling had spread through you at that, the knowledge that the man no longer consumed your thoughts making you feel good inside.

The next race weekend you were ready to go, the British GP making you pumped. You weren’t so pumped when Valtteri DNF’ed and were mentally preparing answers for the Finn as the race continued, briefing him on every response you could think of in relation to the gearbox issue. Zhou Guanyu did well in his race though, so the garage was quite excited for him, even though Valtteri hadn’t finished.

When the interviews had rolled around after all of the celebrations, you were following Valtteri on the walk to his first interview, eventually stopping to the side of him as a mic was held in front of him and the cameras had started rolling.

Typical questions such as if he was happy for his teammate and if he was happy with the car were asked, some weirder questions such as if he thought the car’s not-working had to do with some obscure political issue before eventually the interview was wrapped up and the Finn moved on to his next interview, you following him.

You could see other drivers beginning to arrive in the area, being interviewed before you quickly looked away, not wanting to see if he was close. You’d managed to avoid him thus far today, how hard could a few more hours be?

You’d thought that before you heard the faint but tell-tale bark of Roscoe and you had to force yourself not to turn around and run to the dog. Lewis had mentioned bringing the dog to his home race at some point while you were together, so you weren’t exactly surprised at Roscoe’s presence.

Valtteri’s interview was continuing in the background of your mind as you thought over the nights you’d spent cuddled with Roscoe and Lewis. Did you miss him or Lewis more? Did Lewis even miss you?

Valtteri nudged you in the side, his eyes wide and you snapped back to reality, staring at the interviewer.

“Pardon?” You asked, politely trying to make it seem as though you just hadn’t heard them and were paying attention.

“I just asked if Valtteri preferred Mercedes or Alfa Romeo.” The interviewer filled in and you turned to Valtteri, a questioning look on your face. Surely he could handle that question? He vehemently shook his head. Alrighty then.

You brought out both your hands in front of you, prepared to gesture out an answer for Valtteri to say. But before you could a large force had pounded into your back, knocking you to the floor and landing on top of you. The weight was heavy but it was warm and… was it licking you? “Roscoe! Oh my god, I am so sorry!” A voice came from behind you.

Oh no.

While you had been mentally preparing an answer for Valtteri, Lewis had been walking around the media area, Roscoe in tow on a leash. The dog had been restless ever since he’d entered the pen, Lewis echoing that sentiment as he saw a brief glimpse of you. He wanted nothing more than to run to you but he couldn’t with media responsibilities weighing him down.

Eventually the interviewer’s fill of Roscoe was full and he was able to do a little bit of wandering around the area. Lewis had handed the leash of the now-agitated Roscoe to Angela as he went to go answer some more questions, the press incredibly curious about the dynamics of the car.

Angela, bless her soul, had tried her best to wrangle the dog, but his continuous pulling and barking was beginning to annoy some of the media. Seeing this, Angela had decided to just let the dog pull her away, Roscoe almost dragging her as he went.

He had pulled her almost completely across the room before he got too violent and managed to rip the leash from her hands, leaving Angela stumbling in the dust as he began to run. Lewis had watched this happen, and continued to watch in horror as Roscoe ran up behind you.

One gigantic leap and you were pushed to the floor, the big bulldog nuzzling into your neck. The world seemed to almost go quiet before Angela ran over, trying to grab the collar of the rabid dog, asking if you were ok.

Lewis had started to move over, dismissing the reporter who he was talking to as he made his way to his dog and his ex-lover. He saw you roll over on the floor, a small sad smile on your face as the dog began slobbering over you. A few more steps and he was in front of you, scolding Roscoe and apologising as he effortlessly grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him back.

You tried not to look in his eyes, knowing all your effort of trying to get over him would be null if you saw his face. You ignored the hand he extended, instead smoothing down your clothes as you sat on the floor, only pulling yourself up when he awkwardly lowered his hand, framing it as if you just didn’t see.

He knew though, he’d developed the unfortunate skill of reading you.

You didn’t look at him as you assured him you were fine and that he should continue with his interviews, only sparing a glance at Angela who looked at you with a regretful hint in her eyes. You didn’t want to think about that more than you had to, waving them off to more interviews.

You turned around before you could see Lewis leave, thankfully not seeing the longing he had displayed over his face as he turned away, back to his interviews.

Would you have been able to hold it together if you’d seen the look he’d shot you? No. Were you when you watched it back after the weekend? Also no.

You turned back to Valtteri, cracking a quick joke, before he got back to his interviews. You spent the rest of that day picking gravel out of your palms, trying to forget about the whole interaction. You wouldn’t let this break your progress, the handsome Canadian man in your contacts getting a ring that night as you tried to distract yourself.

After a few days of you cursing Roscoe for trying to see you while also feeling as though you should arrange some sort of custody agreement so you could see the beautiful beast, a notification had popped up on your phone. It was a recommended tweet, a news article about how Lewis had apparently split from his “new fling”.

That sent you spiraling, questioning why on earth the algorithm had thought to show you this and wondering what you’d done wrong in your past life in order for this to be what was happening to you.

You’d only become more confused a day later, when Angela had sent you an email, saying that Lewis would like to meet up and apologise because of the media backlash. The thing was you’d seen no media backlash, people just finding the dog's enthusiasm funny.

If there was any sort of trouble, you’d have seen it, it was your job after all, so you were left sitting on your couch, pondering what was the point of the meeting she was trying to set up.

You’d aired the email for a few days, wondering what you should do. You wanted to say yes, to talk to Lewis again and ask him what had happened, but you didn’t want to get hurt again. And you knew you’d be hurt when you saw him doing perfectly fine without you.

The fact that Angela was waiting for you to respond didn’t cross your mind till you received a text from an unknown number, politely asking you to respond. The older woman had waited till she knew you’d read the text, about five minutes, before sending a more desperate text. That had your eyebrows raising unwillingly, confused about why she had sent three “please”’s in one paragraph.

Regardless you fell victim to knowing how hard it was to try and manage a driver's personal and professional commitments and said yes. Only because you felt bad for Angela was what you kept telling yourself.

Eventually the day had come and you were dreading it, lying on your couch until the last second possible. The thought of canceling had popped through your head multiple times but it was too late now. The only way you could back out is if an emergency happened or you died on the way to the private restaurant Angela had insisted on booking, saying that even though the meeting was supposed to be platonic, it shouldn’t be aired to the public.

A deep sigh left you as you pulled yourself up and walked to your bedroom, dressing yourself in business clothes. You wanted to put effort in, but knowing that you’d definitely be embarrassed if you showed up glammed out and he showed up in a shirt and jeans, you decided against it. It was a business dinner anyway, simply to smooth over a wrong that had been committed against you.

But it wasn’t a wrong, it was Roscoe pushing you over, which could hardly be considered a wrong and was more the dog testing the things he could get away with.

The real wrong was what Lewis had done to you. You hoped that you could get through the ordeal without talking about it, showing up and then posting a picture to Lewis’s instagram or something about how it was all good to appease the critics.

Except there were no critics, it was just Lewis wanting to have dinner with you. Or maybe it was just Angela trying to meddle. Maybe he was going to try to apologise for him ghosting you? You didn’t know if you would accept it.

You might’ve been able to accept it if he’d been honest from the start, telling you that he wouldn’t want you past the end of the break so you could quickly shut down the relationship before it started and move on with your life.

A thought that’d you always try to flush from your mind sprung to the front of it as you wondered. Maybe you were being too harsh. You’d never explicitly expressed what you were, maybe you had just been overthinking it the whole time you were together. Or rather, not together.

But that would’ve been unfair to you anyways, you reassured yourself. Him letting you get a taste of his future before exempting you from it was a cruel thing to do to anyone.

A ring from your phone let you know that you should’ve been out the door at this point. You quickly cursed before grabbing your essentials and running to your entryway, pulling your shoes on, before grabbing your keys from the side table.

After locking your door, you ran down the stairs to your apartment building and hailed a taxi. Luckily traffic wasn’t too bad, so you were able to arrive at the restaurant on time, quickly hurrying inside and getting led to your table.

You never had to worry about being late though, as Lewis wasn’t there when you got to the private booth. It was fine, he came from the other side of town so he’d probably only be a few minutes late.

It was about twenty minutes later you’d sighed and decided to ring Angela. Ironically, she didn’t pick up. You couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that left your throat, shaking your head at the sad reality of your situation.

Ghosted by two members of Mercedes. Maybe it was a good idea for Valtteri to move when he had, otherwise they may have just stopped picking up the phone. You gave him ten more minutes before trying Angela again. The same response.

At this point you were sick of being made the fool of. Perhaps it was your fault for believing your dispute could be resolved, your fault for believing you were worth showing up for. You stood up with a pressure at the back of your eyes and began the walk from the private booth all the way at the back of the swanky restaurant to the exit.

Before you got even five meters from your table, the door to the restaurant slammed open. Everyone turned to stare at the heavily breathing world champion as he took a second to recoup himself. He didn’t let himself look at anyone in the restaurant as he straightened his suit and turned to the host, who looked a little shell shocked. A quick exchange later and the host stepped back from the little podium he was stood behind.

You quickly scampered back to your seat, making it just in time and plastering an unimpressed look over your face. Looking back up, you could see Lewis scanning all the patrons of the premises before his eyes paused and locked onto you.

The simple action of making eye-contact, a luxury which you had refused yourself during your bump with Roscoe, sent a lick of emotion down your spine. You couldn’t exactly read his face, you didn’t know what he was choosing to display or doing unwittingly after being played by him for months, but you believed he was relieved.

When he arrived at the table he waved off the host with a small ‘thanks’ before sitting down in the seat opposite to you. It was silent for a few seconds, you both continuing eye contact. You were trying to find anything you could recognise in his eyes while he was just looking at you, at your face.

“I’m sorry for being so late.” He spoke finally, a slight tilt growing at the corners of his lips. You didn’t respond and the awkwardness won him over after a few more seconds, something that was quite uncharacteristic of him. He coughed.

“The lift wouldn’t work, I’d left my keys, then no one would pull over. I tried to call you but my phone died, so I just ran trying to get here.” He said and averted his eyes, a mannerism you’d recognised as a nervous tick the couple of times you’d seen it. You didn’t know how to reply so you let your emotions take hold.

“Your call wouldn’t have gone through.” You said blankly and he looked back to you, before chuckling awkwardly. You didn’t find it funny.

“You would’ve had to unblock me first.” You needlessly elaborated, getting some sadistic enjoyment out of the way the man squirmed. He continued his awkward laughing, you joining in to laugh sardonically.

You didn’t know where this feeling, of needing him to a sliver of the uncomfortableness he’d caused you, had come from. The feeling you got from his discomfort wasn’t pleasure though, it felt empty as though it was pointless in the long run. You supposed it was, he wouldn’t remember you in a few years and your small petty actions wouldn’t even matter when he married the princess of some country.

He cleared his throat, drawing your attention from your musings to his face.

“I wanted to apologise.” He stated bluntly and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, no shit. He caught your expression and winced.

“I should’ve had Roscoe on a tighter leash and not have given him to Angela. It was my fault-” You tuned him out as he continued, shaking your head in disbelief. Yeah sure, it was why the meeting had been arranged, but you’d genuinely thought he might’ve talked about the elephant in the room at some point. Maybe you were judging harshly though. Maybe after a few minutes he’d start talking about the model he’d piped the other day or the Albanian billionaire who wanted to be his sugar mommy.

You’d forgotten that he could read you like a book and had stopped when he realised you were no longer paying attention. He reached over the table to wave a hand in front of your eyes, an action that was very rude, and you reacted accordingly. You turned to face him, affronted, and he smiled at your expression before his face turned serious and he breathed a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to talk about what had happened.” He said finally, staring down at the table, and you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your buttons. You started to talk, the words leaving your mouth before you could properly think about them, hurt blurring your thoughts.

“Of course I would love to recount the time I came home and I found my place ransacked.” You said, the fakeness of your enthusiasm leaking into your words causing him to flinch.

“I’d love to talk about the messages I sent you before I realised I’d been blocked. Sure, let’s talk about how, not even two weeks after telling me you thought we’d have a future together, you’d completely left me, without a word of discussion.” You finally let out, almost strangling your throat closed so as to not let more of the hurt out. This was a work-related dinner after all and you didn’t want to draw more attention than Lewis already had.

His face had fallen, an incredibly unfamiliar look coating his face and you tried to stop yourself before you spoke, trying to tame the biting uncertainties in your head.

“Was it because I’d moved companies?” You questioned and he looked up. “Should I not have followed Valtteri?” Your question floated in the air and he shook his head, a sorrowful expression taking over his face.

“Then why?” You asked after a second and he paused, not responding. You, tired of his silence, thought about all the reasons you’d gone over in your head, and settled on the one that made the most sense to you. Looking back, it was probably the most unrealistic, but it made sense to the angry and sad mindset you had.

“Was it because I couldn’t afford everything?” His head snapped up, shock colouring his features. “I could’ve moved to a new apartment if it bothered you, having to stay over at my place. I knew you didn’t do a lot of things that break because I couldn’t pay, but you could’ve told me if you wanted to. I do have a savings account I could’ve dipped into.” You said quietly, looking down at the table, all the fight having been sapped from your body.

You were tired. You didn’t know what the time difference was between you and Canada, but you were sure that you could set an alarm and wake up to spill your guts to the stranger, it was better than telling anyone you knew.

Lewis called your name but you didn’t look up from the table, hoping to not see any form of confirmation in his eyes. He reached a hand over the table, this time to not be rude but to lift your chin up and look in your eyes. He contemplated for a second before speaking softly.

“I thought it was what you wanted.” He said and you reared back, completely shocked before he continued.

“You kept going to meetings with Alfa Romeo and I thought it was your subtle way of telling me to fuck off. You know, that you had more important things to worry about than a driver from your old company. We’d never talked about what we were and I just thought…” He paused for a second here, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at the wall before looking back into your eyes.

“I thought I could bite the bullet, leave before you could tell me to go. And it worked in the end, you’ve been doing exceptionally well. I haven’t seen a bad story about Valtteri in months.” He said and withdrew his hand as he leaned back against the chair behind him. You processed his words for a moment before he cleared his throat, drawing you back to look at him.

“I would never, by the way.” He disclosed quietly and you tilted your head. He continued. “I don’t mind if you have the money or not, for that break your apartment was the best place for me.”

The use of the present tense threw you off for a second, leaving you to rearrange yourself in your seat and clear your throat as you thought of a response. You couldn’t, opening your mouth but no words coming out. He’d stunned you into silence. You finally found your voice after steeling yourself for a second. “W-what about umm… what was her name?” You asked, a stutter permeating your words. He just sighed, letting his head fall slack to stare at the table.

“It was a mistake.” He said quietly, and guilt for the poor girl rushed through you. “I thought that after I’d let you go I should at least try to find something as a replacement.” He looked up at you.

“I couldn’t though, no one could match to you. But I couldn’t leave her without a reason.”

He leaned further back in his seat, his voice terse as he spoke. “She gave me plenty of reason after I caught her in bed with her ex.” You winced at the tone of his voice and gave him a second to collect his thoughts. Even if he was trying to break it off, it’s never a good feeling to be cheated on.

You spoke up after a second, trying to clear the silence between you and deciding he should know about your fling after you’d ended if this dinner was going to way you thought it was.

“I met a man in Canada.” You said hesitantly and you saw his shoulders drop.

“Oh.” He said quietly, before shaking himself out as if he was a cat and plastering a smile on his face. Lewis made eye-contact and asked you a question.

“What’s his name?” Fake-enthusiasm permeated his question, as though he was trying to hide his disappointment.

You didn’t want to address that, though you knew you had to. Could you take him back? You didn’t know for sure if he would leave you again, which scared you. The whole idea of taking him back scared you, though the thought of more time with him that wasn’t spent trying to avoid looking his way made you hopeful. You tried not to feel that way, knowing that you shouldn’t base your happiness on the man.

But he had apologised and explained his reasoning. As much as you wanted to curse him out for not talking with you, it did make sense. Feelings of inadequacy were present in every person, no matter how remarkable they were.

Look at you, already being hypocritical over your own words. You’d said you didn’t know if you’d take him back, but now you were already planning it. Was that pathetic? You didn’t like to think it was, but maybe you were wrong, ignoring your dignity in favour of the man.

God, if only the world was more simple and less complicated. If only you hadn’t gotten locked in an elevator, if only Roscoe hadn’t been as adorable as he was, if only you’d said no to this dinner. If only you’d just talked about your feelings from the start instead, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

Too late now though, you supposed, snapping back to the present and leveling eye-contact with Lewis. You contemplated your words, knowing they’d probably either be the start or the end of your time with him.

“I don’t remember.” You said finally, staring at Lewis’ face as a smile that he tried to contain spread over it.

“You don’t remember his name?” He asked, almost trying to confirm his words and you shook your head. He couldn’t control his smile, trying to mask it behind a cough. You only started to grin in response, looking into his eyes as they slowly turned back into half-moons.

A cleared-throat startled you both out of your bubble and you turned to the waiter, who looked as if he had just watched a soap opera play out in front of him. He awkwardly held out menus to the both of you and you quickly accepted them, apologising for making him stand awkwardly for so long.

When he’d left you both had looked at each other and exchanged smiles. The dinner had continued and it was as lovely as Lewis himself. That is to say, very lovely.

After paying and making the walk to Lewis’ house, you both stumbled into Lewis’ abode, not able to keep your hands off of each other. However a large obstacle had stopped you from taking it further, namely the heavy weight of the british bulldog that decided to settle himself on top of you the second you’d walked through the door.

You could barely hear Lewis’s laughter over the sound of Roscoe licking the side of your face, you muffling your own laughter into the carpet.

When you’d next seen Valtteri, he’d only taken one glance at your neck before shooting you a smirk, the knowing glance he had on his face making you roll your eyes as you pushed him to his interviews.

i got stuck halfway through but i just wanted it overrrr. Hopefully it's not too bad, let me know in the comments.

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the blue - part six

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amelia holland WHY IS SINGAPORE SO FUCKING HUMID???

sam holland YOU'RE IN FUCKING SINGAPORE?? YOU WERE ONLY HOME FOR A WEEK BEFORE FLYING OFF TO ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY!! THE WHOLE POINT OF YOU NOT TOURING WAS FOR YOU TO BE HOME??

amelia holland BUT MY MAN IS IN SINGAPORE??

sam holland YOUR MAN?? WHO THE FUCK IS YOUR MAN??

amelia holland lewis hamilton duh

harry holland she's so real for that tuwaine barrett that's a mood

harrison osterfield are you officially dating oscar yet?

tom holland why do you want to know? you have a girlfriend.

harrison osterfield not anymore. we broke up.

zendaya oh for fucks sake.

amelia holland i am. i have been since monza.

harrison osterfield oh. never thought he was your type.

amelia holland and what did you think my type was? you?

sam holland WOAH WHAT? AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING BETWEEN THOSE TWO? tuwaine barrett god sam, get with the program. harrison played with your sister's heart. cheated on his girlfriend with her, emotionally, for months. listen to the love is embarrassing ep to get it. sam holland HE'S THE WEIRD SECOND STRING LOSER? HARRISON WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU IT ON SIGHT BITCH!

tom holland YOU'RE OFFICIALLY DATING OSCAR?? OH MY GOD FUCKING FINALLY!

harry holland SHE'LL FINALLY STOP TELLING US ABOUT HER STUPID CRUSH!

amelia holland DON’T TELL MUM! I WANT TO TELL HER MYSELF!

tuwaine barrett BABY HOLLAND FINALLY GOT A BOYFRIEND!! THIS IS CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION!

sam holland DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS TUWAINE!

tom holland STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T LIKE THE GUY!

SINGAPORE 2023

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singapore, you're great but why are you humid?? i'm dying over here.

spotted at a restaurant in singapore. will this be the week red bull loses? god i hope so. sorry max, i still love you, please don't hate me.

singapore, you're beautiful.

oscaroo! have some decency man!

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if anyone spots this loser please tell him we got lost. we need help getting back to the hotel and we don't fucking know the name of the hotel!!

BESTIE GOT P2!! LANDO'S ON THE PODIUM! (not congratulating carlos because he thinks he's lando's bestie, clearly it's me)

WOAH! THAT'S MY BESTIE!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

JAPAN 2023

amelia holland HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! GUESS WHO'S IN FUCKING JAPAN??

tom holland daniel?

amelia holland SEBASTIAN VETTEL! I GET TO MEET SEBASTIAN FUCKING VETTEL!!! OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!

sam holland WHAT THE FUCK!! SOMEONE GET ME FUCKING TICKETS TO SUZUKA! I HAVE TO BE THERE!

tom holland LIFE ISN'T FAIR!!

zendaya you three truly are children.

amelia holland IT'S SEBASTIAN FUCKING VETTEL Z!! HE'S A LEGEND! THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD TOP THIS WOULD BE MEETING MICHAEL SCHUMACHER!!

harry holland you can meet his son? mick? he's mercedes reserve driver

amelia holland OH MY GOD YOU'RE RIGHT!!

harrison osterfield are you going to end up dating mick too?

tom holland dude, what the fuck?

amelia holland no because i'm not you. i don't cheat on my significant others asshole.

tuwaine barrett YOU'RE MEETING SEBASTIAN VETTEL??

tuwaine barrett also, what the fuck harrison?? stop being a fucking dick??

tuwaine barrett you weird second string loser

harry holland FOUL!!! get you're fucking shit together osterfield. hop off my sister's dick.

zendaya anyways, tell the boys i say good luck this week!

amelia holland lando just let out the most unholy screech i've ever heard because and i quote "zendaya fucking coleman just wished us good luck."

amelia holland charlie is being salty because he wasn't wished good luck by zendaya.

harrison osterfield charlie?

tom holland i wish him luck!

amelia holland he says he'll blame you if he ends up lower than 5th.

tom holland WHAT THE FUCK? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS??

amelia holland GET YOUR OWN FRIENDS TOM!

tuwaine barrett GOOD LUCK TO MCLAREN THIS WEEK!

ameliaholland whoever said i would cry when oscaroo got his first podium, you were fucking right. enjoy the close up of me crying after i saw it happen.

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username girl we all knew this was going to happen. you cried in japan when lando got p2

↳ username not to mention she cried when she met seb

↳ ameliaholland okay no need to call me out guys i get it.

tomholland2013 YEAH! GO OSCAR!

↳ username we love a supportive brother-in-law!

landonorris you straight up bawled your fucking eyes out. charles was concerned you were going to be dehydrated.

charles_leclerc i expect this sort of enthusiasm when i get a win or podium

↳ ameliaholland honestly just get a p3 with that fucking tractor and i'll cry tears of happiness for you.

zendaya i believe i am the reason for this

↳ oscarpiastri i think you are, please keep sending good vibes our way

↳ landonorris we couldn't let you down

↳ username WE ARE THRIVING HERE AT MCLAREN BECAUSE THE ZENDAYA SENT GOOD VIBES OUR WAY

mclaren admin is worried, are you okay ms.holland?

↳ ameliaholland i'm fine, oscar gave me a bunch of water

samholland1999 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR! (sorry logan)

↳ logansargeant no i get it, i have him saved as rookie of the year on my phone (i lost a dare)

↳ ameliaholland i told you not to bet against me and here you are looking like an idiot on my instagram comments

↳ username i want to know what this bet was

tuwaine YEAH! WHO KNEW SENDING GOOD VIBES MCLAREN'S WAY WOULD LEAD TO THIS?

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¡leclerc-s speaks! VEGAS QUALI HERE WE GO! (i am not excited for this)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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writingshushf1 · 2 years ago

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Hey this is my request

Yn is the daugther of sebastian Vettel , and she is leading for the worldchampion ship and Mick schumacher is in love with her , after she wins her First worldchampion ship Mick asks her to be his girlfriend .

And some weeks later mick meets sebastian and he is like finaly

With alot of fluff thanks

i see the light

Summary: it's warm and real and bright. and the world has somehow shifted. all at once everything looks different, now that I see you

Rating: +14

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

Note: IGNORE THE AGE PROBLEMS, JUST GO PAST THAT- we all been through. also sorry for the story not being on its 100%. AND AGAIN, I'M NOT TAKING NEW REQUESTS, JUST FINISHING OLD ONES

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You, Y/n Vettel had grown up in the fast-paced world of Formula 1. Because of your father, none other than Sebastian Vettel, you've always been around the track, watching him race and learning from his skills. You always have been fascinated by the sport and knew from a young age that she wanted to follow in your father's footsteps.

Growing up, you became an accomplished driver in your own right, competing in lower-level circuits and honing your skills. The dream was to one day race in the top tier of the sport, alongside the likes of her father and his rivals. And Sebastian was the one to support you. He always made sure you weren't getting things only by the “Vettel” last name - and also taught everything he learned. So having your dad around as basically your coach, was one of the best things you could’ve asked.

Sebastian was a good father - even though your parents were fresh out of high school. For him, it wasn’t a surprise you wanted to take his steps in life, since you grew around mechanics and cars. Maybe he would’ve preferred if you only stuck into engineering, but since you’re his daughter, your ambitions were higher than anyone else.

Meanwhile, Mick Schumacher, son of the legendary driver Michael Schumacher, was also making a name for himself on the track. Like you, he had grown up around the sport and had inherited his father's skill and passion. You two had known each other for years, competing against each other in various circuits, but you had never been particularly close except for barbecues involving your family and his, usually you would hang out with Gina - even if she was a little older than you two.

But life goes on and both of you grew up.

When you made your debut in Formula 1, driving for Ferrari, like a dream coming true. You quickly proved yourself as a force to be reckoned with, and before long you were leading the world championship standings. Mick, who was driving for Mercedes, couldn't help but be impressed by your talent and dedication. Of course, since you were competing against each other, you usually only made small conversations.

The media thought that was strange, two sons of unbeaten legacies barely exchanging words around the paddock? Were they hiding a relationship? Or did they have issues with each other? These questions also lingered in the minds of fans, they wanted to know what the mystery was.

But the reality was not that exciting, you just... Never stop talking beyond a few dates a year - made by your families. It wasn't because you hated each other, far from it, there was a gigantic respect between you two, it was just that way anyway.

Until one day, he offered you a ride back to the hotel, it was raining and you had the same habit as your father - to go by bike to the track. You spent hours talking in your hotel room, drinking wine and sharing embarrassing stories. He was a very sweet person and clearly, you couldn't understand how you had never spent a little more time with each other.

At the next GP, buzz started about the sudden closeness, but you always made it clear that it was just friendship and respect in your relationship.

As the season wore on, Mick found himself falling for you more and more. He admired your fierce determination on the track, but he also found himself drawn to you off the track. He loved your wit, your intelligence, and your infectious laughter when the interviewer asked something funny. Schumacher knew how much he wanted to be with you, but he was too nervous to tell you how he felt. It was a tough sport after all, especially for you, being in a male dominated space where they’ll eventually try to tie you together with every male driver on the grid or try to minimise your accomplishments. It was wiser to not be with you, because he didn’t want the backlash to fall on your back. He asked Corinna about it, the German needed a piece of advice, since his heart wanted to pass through PR, the teams, your entire racing lives just to have the minimal chance to be by your side.

On the other hand, you were entirely focused on the championship. You had dreamed of winning it for years, and now that it was so close, you could hardly think of anything else. You worked tirelessly with Ferrari, studying statistics, improving the car and preparing for each race. If this was going to happen, it should come the right way.

Abu Dhabi, it was now or never. You were too nervous, during the trip you couldn't sleep much more than two hours. On Thursday night, after the media day, you just needed some company, so you searched your mobile for his number. Within minutes, the phone that was almost across town was ringing and within seconds, his sweet voice could be heard.

"Hey... Is everything okay?"

"I'm nervous. I can't sleep or eat properly. If I don't rest I don't think I'll be able to win."

"Hey, hey, hey... Breathe, slowly. Do you need company? I can come over."

"But it's so far away... And you need to rest too, the championship is between us and Max."

"I can manage, come on, send your hotel and room."

After almost 30 minutes, a light knock at your door. Schumacher was wearing his blond hair half dishevelled, dark sweatpants, blue hoodie and slippers.

"Thank you..." You mumbled as you felt him pull you into a warm hug.

"Your voice gave me the munchies, so... Do you want to talk or just coexist together?" He murmured against your hair.

"A movie and coexist together?"

You didn't make it to the end of the film, with Mick's arms wrapped against your body, the warm embrace and the comfort of being with him there, next to you, gave a calmness you hadn't expected.

Already in the Paddock, over the weekend, your glances and smiles were full of delicacy and a flirtatious undertone. It seemed that Thursday night had turned a key in how you approached each other.

Finally, the Sunday race. You were leading the standings, but your closest rivals - Max and Mick, were hot on your heels - no one wanted to let it go. It was a nerve-wracking race, with you and the boys swapping the podium placements back and forth. But in the end, you emerged victorious, crossing the finish line first and claiming the world championship.

The moment seemed to have frozen, the shouts over the Ferrari radio, imagining his father and brothers celebrating with happiness, everything seemed like an intangible dream until the moment of passing the chequered flag. Still finishing the lap before going to the pits, you felt tears fall on your face, they were the happiness of proving that you were more than a surname, but an indomitable force.

As you celebrated with her team, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Achieving your lifelong dream, and being surrounded by the people you loved most. At the party, you were now no longer smeared with champagne, but dressed up, wearing the team’s colours. Still, you weren't sober anymore, so when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you bluntly turned around to see Mick standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Congratulations," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You were amazing out there."

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter in her chest. "Thank you," you said. "It's been a long road to get here."

“I know. You fought like no one to be among the 20 most talented drivers.”

“So nice of you to say that.” You played along, holding the roses.

Later, only the two of you were in the outdoor yard, everyone had moved to the indoor area because of the light serene air. You were sitting on the lawn, stargazing. No words seemed necessary at that moment, so when your hand found his, you said nothing, just let your fingers intertwine in a gentle gesture.

When your eyes met his, you could tell he looked nervous, so you put your free hand on his knee, looking worried.

“Are you okay?”

Mick nodded. "Listen, Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. I...I know this might not be the best time, but I just can't keep it inside any longer."

“You can tell me, you know. We’re always honest with each other.”

“I’m in love with you. Sorry.” He breathed out, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “Look I- I thought about this, talked with my mom, the PR team… Everyone! Ever since we became friends, I was afraid I was going to ruin everything because I was falling in love with you. And I’m sorry if you don’t… I don’t know! Just… I’m not going to be mad if you don’t reciprocate the feelings.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You had never suspected that Mick felt that way about you. But as you looked into his eyes again, feeling something stir inside your stomach. Butterflies. You’ve always admired him as a competitor, but now you saw him in a new light. It was as if a fog in his mind had cleared. Even if you never thought about it, he had always been an enigma to you. It was good to finally see a solution.

Clearly your speech and your thoughts did not run together, as all you managed to get out of your mouth was:

"I...I don't know what to say." you stammered.

Mick scooted closer, taking your other hand that was on his knee. "You don't have to say anything," he said. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. And if you ever feel the same way about me, I’m going to be waiting.”

“I do.” It was the only thing that could escape your lips.

“What?”

“I do feel the same, Micky.” You pulled him even nearer, finally closing the gap between your lips.

His soft lips crashing against yours made a sigh of contentment escape your mouth, it was like and your body was dying just to feel a little bit of him. His hands held your waist, while yours stroked his blonde locks.

A cough from far away interrupted the moment you were having, none other than your chief and Toto Wolff watching the scene from afar. In fright, you each fell backwards, completely red from being caught. But two recognisable chuckles could be heard.

"You owe me a hundred euros." Vasseur huffed at the team boss, cracking a smile.

"We need to have a meeting about this! Next week, at the factory, in Brackley!" he just said loud enough to hear, soon walking in with your father.

You both started laughing uncontrollably, hugging each other.

"That's going to be huge news."

"I think we can handle it." You murmured, giving little kisses around his face.

A few weeks later, you were at your parents' house. Finally you were going to tell them that you were together. With this came some insecurities of yours about a possible negative reaction and Mick's fear of telling a close friend that he was dating their daughter.

When you walked into the house holding hands after being greeted by Hannah, she gave you both a tight hug. Your father was in the garage - nothing new, he could never stand still, even retired.

"Dad?"

"Come in!"

As you walked in there, you were followed by the younger Schumacher, who instinctively put his hand on your waist. When Vettel stood to greet you both, he saw how you both looked, cracking a smile.

"Finally, huh? I thought it would never happen." He cracked a smile.

“Dad!” You cried out, hiding your face in your hands.

“What? I’m right! It was a matter of time until you settled together. Me and your mom, together with the Schumacher’s, we… Somewhat estimated when you would realise that.”

“Oh dear God…” You murmured, soon receiving a hug from him.

“I’m proud of you two. Really.” He broke the embrace and put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “You better take care of her or I’ll take care of you.”

“Of course, Seb.”

“For you, it’s sir now!” He chuckled, in reaction Mick also did and you whined at their bad joke.

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keepthedelta · 1 month ago

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omg okay let's do this. so first of all yay im so excited you find this topic just an interesting as i do i loveeee reading ur motorsport takes. to answer ur question, yes i would describe it as jealousy that cultlh feels towards max but they would never call it that themselves (bc they would rather be dead than admit jealousy than max). i base this on common feelings i see expressed like christian would never act the way toto did if positions were switched at abu dhabi 2021, the merc team is so hopeless with strategy/pitstops/upgrades and red bull would never to that, i can't believe merc isn't catering to lewis' driving style rb would never do that to max, rb are way more loyal to max in a way merc hasn't returned to lewis, i can't believe merc forced him out they would never do this to max etc etc. (the biggest one i see repeated over and over how toto responded to abu dhabi 2021 by getting drunk and celebrating wcc and not making a fuss with the fia at all... which is true i think christian/helmut/didi would have threatened to pull red bull out if the fia didn't reverse the decision. but they are also not a car company that is trying to sell luxury vehicles and toto was never giving up his coin for owning 1/3 of the team and didi was already rich as fuck and loved to spend his money on random stuff and had total control of the team at this point so the dynamic is totally different) anyways, i disagree with a lot of the points from cultlh about how lewis receives less support than max in terms of the team performance over a race weekend. max has gotten bad pitstops, bad strategies, dozens of dnfs, upgrades that don't work, low engine power and more. but i think the difference in why these events are perceived differently beyond blind stan loyalty is that lewis tends to give up a bit easier on things than max. so while they may experience the same barrier over the course of a race weekend or season, i think max will work his way around it harder than lewis will, shaping perception.

see this is genuinely fascinating to me on like, an anthropological level, because it's not just hypocrisy from cultLH, it's genuine blindness or refusal to accept reality. they have created their own straw man to rail against, and it's somewhat based in reality but also not. like, they're jealous of their own fictitious creation.

i do agree that christian horner would not have been out there partying and crowdsurfing after abu dhabi 2021 had the roles been reversed, but i don't think you (generic you, not you specifically) can pretend that toto wolff didn't try anything to affect the result when there are literal recordings of him trying to get michael masi to change the result and reinstate the previous lap. and reading between the lines, that's something interesting interesting about the cult. they're very focused on the negatives.

lewis had a championship winning car from mercedes for seven years before 2021, and yet that gets no credit in their arguments. even if the car is bad and the pit stops are bad and the strategy is bad, how do they think he won 6 championships with the team before that? do they think it was just him? also the absolute lack of wheel knowledge in the idea that mercedes aren't designing the car around lewis enough actually makes me laugh. no f1 car designer/team designs a car for a specific driver. they design what they think will go fast, and then the drivers who are able to adapt to that are often the ones that go fastest. again, they've created a straw man of the red bull team/set up to get angry about, but it simply doesn't exist.

i also find the continual victimization of lewis to be both fascinating and exhausting. like, for people who claim to be his fans they really seem to want people to hate him and to try to undermine and sabotage him in a way that is just not normal. i will never understand why people who supposedly love lewis and are devoted him seemingly want everyone else to be trying to tear him down (in a way that they aren't actually doing). why do they want him to be hated so much? is it something that they genuinely believe or are they doing it to justify their own, generally awful, behaviour towards others?

as you say, lewis and max have very different reactions to these kinds of obstacles, although i think some of that is what they're fighting for. even when max was having a bad weekend with bad strategy or pitstops etc. he was still fighting for the championship, whereas lewis was not, and i think that can influence it somewhat. but when lewis wants to fight, he absolutely can, we've seen it before multiple times this year even. but his motivation definitely wavers, and it's been something that people like nico rosberg have commented on, saying he sometimes lacks motivation, and you have to be able to take advantage of those times.

one thing i remember you saying in the ask that got eaten was something like fans dream of having teams dedicated to their driver and doing everything specifically for that driver. and i thought that was a really really interesting point that you raised, because you're right. in an ideal world, a team would sacrifice absolutely everything for your special little guy so he could have whatever he wants. but that world is ultimately a fantasy, and can only ever be a fantasy, because that's simply not human nature, and it's not how any sport works. but it does seem to be what certain fans think should be happening, and then they're angry that it's not. i don't even think they think lewis should be entitled to that, i think it's that they think they, as the fans, should be entitled to that ultimate experience. and broadly speaking, i think there's a lot of self interest amongst cultLH types. like, i don't think they're a part of that group for lewis, i think they're there for the "power" and "authority" they get within fandom, if that makes sense.

and i guess all of that relates back to the first point, which is that ultimately, everything is very detached from reality. they're angry about things that don't exist, that they've created, and it all just creates a self-fulfilling cycle that enables their behaviour.

#i would be very interested to hear more of what you think on this #delta help desk

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mysteriouslyjovialcolor · 21 days ago

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Portugal 2020

-Lewis, Valterri, Max, Charles, Checo, Alex, Carlos, Lando, Pierre, and Daniel- what a wonderful lineup

-And Kimi and Sebastian qualified side by side again

-This is hopefully going to be a fun race

-Oh there’s a chance of rain too! Let’s go!

-Yes!!! Finally!! Max survives lap one!!!!! (He lost a lot of places but he survived you guys!)

-Ohmygod Carlos!!

-Kimi Raikkonen up to seventh!!!!

-Aaaah let’s go Kimi!!!

-Ohmygod Carlos is leadingggg. What is happening??

-Lap two and the lead has changed three times

-“This was all made by the cat-like reactions of Carlos Sainz”

-Yessss Max! Let’s get back in the game!!

-Woah I haven’t seen things swing in Valterri’s favor in a long time

-Well the McLaren’s luck was short lived wasn’t it

-Still can’t believe Kimi made up so many places and is now p6- I am so happy (Going to nurse that feeling as he eventually drops down again)

-Max back in p3!!

-And Charles has got back his pace as well!

-Kimi pitting :(

-Woah Pierre! That was surprising!

-I sense Charles overtaking Max soon cause his tires are dying

-How do people watch their favorite drivers not do well and be normal? I’m seeing Kimi in p20 and I’m disgruntled

-Oh Daniel pitting early?

-It’s not often you see Carlos and Pierre racing each other

-Ayyy Lance has gone off

-Lando pitting

-“Hamilton pulls out, goes alongside, goes ahead and into the lead!!”

-Just realized Lance pitted as well and now Lando and him are behind each other again- except now in p19 and p20

-Honestly pitting now, puts you back out so far behind

-Pierre p5 👏👏

-Checo does so well in coming back up the field from last place

-Okay not bad pit stop for Max

-Did Lance just get another time penalty?

-“Any more and he’ll be getting a parking ticket when he comes into the pits” ha

-Kimi back in points…I spoke too soon..oh, no wait, he’s back!!

-And he’s back out again

-Woah Sergio Perez!!! He made going up against Ocon look like a dance and they didn’t tangle like they used to when they were teammates

-Somehow completely missed Max getting p3 back. I’m assuming it happened because the others pit

-Honestly if Lance makes points now, I’ll be very surprised

-Lewis finally boxing

-“Valterri Bottas is coming in on this battle between Sainz and Gasly” Thought I missed something big happening but it’s just the leaders lapping up to p6 now

-“Lando, one hundred percent pace, one hundred percent. There’s a slow puncture but we will react to that in a lap or two”

LN: “I am going a hundred percent”

-“Got a confirmation on why Bottas hasn’t got his soft tires, Mercedes saying that that’s just not how they do business” ???

-Pierre has been pushing hard this whole race

-That was a good stop from Checo

-Ayy why is Daniel losing pace

-Ocon hasn’t pitted yet????!

-Eeeh not Alex getting lapped by Max

-So many drivers getting track limit warnings

-Lance Stroll retiring? I didn’t think he had an issue??

-“He’s done the king of all overcuts” Ocon finally pitting lap 54.

-MV: “Mate it’s so gusty out here now. Can you confirm?”

-LH: “I’ve got a cramp” “Ah, copy, okay understand”

-Everyone out there struggling

-They keep talking about Sebastian’s abysmal season. I can’t keep listening to this

-Woah Pierre and Checo

-*sigh* Good times when the AlphaTauri was good

-PG: “Go on the outside” Pierre that was so cocky. I loved it

-Ah no way Checo’s lost two places now

-Lewis winning this record breaking race with a 25s lead. He continues to be him

-“Records are there to be broken said Michael Schumacher. The record has been broken”

-“Hamilton is the driver with the most Formula One victories”

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chiosblog · 10 months ago

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more details on this please

Okie

So Nico had a speech at my workplace's private event yesterday and talked about his career from the start to today, like his early karting experiences (I'm still amazed by how good he can speak italian lol)

Eventally he started talking about his team partners: he said about Schumacher that he quite enjoyed the time spent with him in the team, even tho Michael had way more wins under his belt and the partnership with him was kinda difficult at times for that reason, but from what he said i think he loved being in Mercedes in that period.

Then he spent quite some time talking about Hamilton. He didnt talk about the early days but he recalled in details what happened in the 2013/14 F1 seasons and the next years till 2016 when he retired. I think (cause he didnt say that out loud) he is still pretty pissed about that whole situation and about Lewis attitude back then, even tho he said he later read the apology letter from Lewis addressed to him too.

He didnt specify if they now are in good terms or not but he said back then they never talked clearly face to face about their rivalry in and outside the racetrack and he kinda regrets that, cause at some point Niki Lauda was the only intermediary between them. The situation wasnt the best in the team too cause of their rivalry 😐

But he said they were real close before all that mess.

#i really hope nico is not on tumblr lmao #cause he was quite petty talking about him #even tho i sensed some sharps of regret in there too #i am pretty sure he wont come back to racing any time soon if ever guys #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #michael schumacher #f1 #formula 1

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ummick · 2 months ago

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Schumacher To Leave Mercedes F1 Reserve Role At End of 2024

The German driver is keen to pursue other opportunities in racing

Mick Schumacher will depart from his reserve driver position at Mercedes at the end of the season, as Valtteri Bottas looks set to assume the role for 2025. The German joined the team as reserve at the start of 2023, after losing his Haas Formula 1 seat to Nico Hulkenberg at the end of 2022. Schumacher, who also left the Ferrari Driver Academy, linked up with Mercedes, whom his father Michael had driven for between 2010 and 2012. After two years at the team Schumacher has elected to depart in order to pursue other opportunities, although this will not be a race drive in F1 next year, as there are no realistic options left. Schumacher had been in the conversation for the second Sauber seat alongside Hulkenberg, but this went to F2 championship leader Gabriel Bortoleto. He stated that his focus was "100% on racing" in 2025; Schumacher dovetailed his Mercedes reserve role with an Alpine drive in the World Endurance Championship. "I am grateful to Toto and the entire Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team for the insight I have gained over these two years," Schumacher said. "They have undoubtedly made me a more experienced racing driver, because I have got to know the engineering side better. But watching these cars race and not sitting in the cockpit myself is tough. I want to get back to focusing 100% on racing. I want to be fully committed to the sporting side of motorsport. Ultimately, it is racing that you want to do as a driver. It is racing that gives you that feeling you love." Team principal and CEO Toto Wolff thanked Schumacher for his efforts and accepted the 25-year-old's explanation that he wished to pursue a full racing programme in 2025. "Mick's hard work, diligence, and determination in his role as reserve driver has been vital for the team over the past two years," said Wolf. "From his work in the simulator, testing of various cars, and being part of the trackside team, we couldn't have asked for any more from him. From day one he fitted into the team with ease and has become an incredibly well-liked colleague for everyone at Brackley and Brixworth. However, Mick is first and foremost a racing driver. We have seen from both his time in F1 and this year with his performances in the World Endurance Championship that he is a racer of an incredibly high calibre and one that deserves to be competing in the very best championships. As he moves on to his next challenge, I would like to thank Mick personally for his contribution to our team and we all wish him the very best in his future endeavours." It is unknown where Schumacher will race in 2025, but he may be one of many drivers with F1 experience in contention for a Cadillac drive when the team enters the championship in 2026.

#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #qatar gp 2024 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #qatar #qatar 2024 #qatar 2024 thursday #toto wolff

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f1 tier list 2024 edition pt 2

Ok, I'm back with China, the home of Zhou Guanyu, the 1st Chinese F1 driver. I'm quite sad to see him go.

Round 5, located in the Jiading District, Shanghai we are at the Shanghai International Circuit or 上海奥迪国际赛车场, but most English people know it as SAIC

Fun fact: the track was built to represent the Chinese symbol 上 “Shang,” which means “up” or “above,” and the direct translation from Google means “superior” (I have no idea how accurate Google is, though)

And the fastest lap was 1:32.238, completed by Michael Schumacher in 2004 (in its first-ever grand prix)

On to the important stuff like the race.

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5 red lights.

Great start for Fernando Alonso. He pushed his way up to second place

Can't lie; Fernando is cooking

I hope Aston puts it in overdrive with Newey.

Bring my goat back. I need him performing like in that Renault.

Nico Hulkenberg and George Russell, are up two places and into 7th in the Haas and sixth in the Mercedes, respectively.

But that is the Ferrari’s taking the bunt and falling 2 places for both cars

And Yuki Tsunonda gained three places, staying in 16th

Well, Charles has made up for losing two places off the line, overtaking a haas into turn 14(I think)

Then goes through the other Ferrari on the straight to turn 1

Lap 5: a message from Will Joseph says that Alonso has been pushing his tyres. The Red Bull quickly breezes past, with not much resistance from the green team.

Lap 7: Fernando is playing the long game. Lando takes his place, and he slots into the final podium spot.

For now (or not)

Lap 9: insane move from Charles going around the long side of Russell, fearless on the breaks as usual; the move is solidified into turn 3

Lap 11: It seems that Charles is feeling extra brave, pulling out of the young Aussies slip steam late and to the inside of turn 14

Can't wait until Monaco

LMFAO, Charles will have no idea what hit him (usually it's a wall or a bad strategy)

Lap 14: Our race leader pits (Max, duh) and Red Bull double-stack their drivers.

A 2.1 for Max and a 2.0 for Checo (rip)

Lap 21: it seems Valtteri Bottas has a problem

What's Next?

Haha get it, yk… when he got fired

No ok. I'll see myself out

Lap 23

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People pit under, gaining an 8-second advantage

Losing 15 instead of 23 seconds

⋆˙⟡Full Safety Car ⋆˙⟡

Max now pits once again as a leader and once again with Checo following

Another double stack for Red Bull

But will something go wrong?

Not really. Checo just lost two places; nothing catastrophic

Lap 26: multiple cars lock up into a corner, unfortunately, with everyone being bunched up from the safety car. Contact from Stroll and Riccardo (rip)

Tf is wrong with Stroll

“He slowed down”

Bro…. please

If I was Danny Ricc, I’d crash out

Lap 27: Strulovitch pits and retires

And a spin from Yuki

Magnussen bumps his front tyres with Yuki’s rear ones

Front left damage for Mag and a puncture and possibly more for Yuki

(me) (I love Yuki) (me) (I love Kevin)

Yuki is out.

Lap 35: A battle between Magnussen and Stroll

I hope everyone comes out alive

Danny is out.

Lance comes out ahead literally in his battle with Magnussen and sadly, with his “inchident” with Daniel

Alonso pits on a whim (not really) his tyres were dead, but it doesn't pay off

He is fighting his way back to the top

I love you Fernando *kissy face* *kissy face*

Lap 49: he almost bins it, and by him, let's just say, Fernando Alonso

Nando is putting in work omg

He is up to 7th

And would you look at that Max Verstappen wins

*insert Dutch national anthem*

Lando Norris p2 (bro has no idea whats next) (nowins ahahah)

And, of course, Checo Perez p3 rounding out the podium

The rest are as follows

LEC

SAI

RUS

ALO

PIA

HAM

HUL

OCO

ALB

GAS

ZHO

MAG

STR

SAR

Out

RIC TSU AND BOT

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Can I just say the parc ferme for Zhou was so cute. He must have felt so special. And if you are annoyed about him getting his own slot even though he got p14, literally sort yourself out. This is special for him and his country; he is literally one out of millions.

ANYWAY

Great race honestly could only remember the stroll thing and how annoyed that made me but watching it back was very entertaining.

On to rating

Overtakes:8/10

Excitement:7/10

Track: 0/10 on f1 24 and 23 I suck

Track: 6/10 irl it's very cool and has some good overtaking opportunities

Overall:21/30 or 70%

Ill put it B tier

thank you for reading let me know your highlights

xoxo, myself

#f1 #tier list #china #zhou guanyu #fernando alonso #chinese gp 2024 #max verstappen #yapping #rankings #formula one #dont be mean #daniel ricciardo #lance stroll

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Love your work and analyses! I started watching F1 after Miami, so I'm still catching up. I wonder if you could share your thoughts on this:

During the Abu Dhabi 2024 GP, Nico Rosberg said that one reason for Nico's missed podium opportunities was because 'he wasn't the best socially and burnt some bridges early on in his career'. It's obvious that he missed out on going to Mercedes, but could Nico R think that lack of social intelligence was behind him sitting out in 2011, and the sudden swap to Sauber in 2013 before returning to Force India in 2014?

Also, I think in your earlier posts, you mentioned that Williams era Nico was quite shy and uncomfortable in interviews, then he cultivated this cool and uh, 'macho metrosexual masculine man' media persona, and made jokes and comments that can sound quite insensitive or mean. Even now, he still seems to be uncomfortable with them. That and not liking interviews are completely understandable, but do you think that this and his more insecure personality have affected his career? He's my favorite driver along with Kevin and I really want them both to succeed.

Thank you!

link to the article: https://www.planetf1.com/news/nico-rosberg-nico-hulkenberg-flaws-daniel-ricciardo-not-very-best

thank you, I'm happy to hear it can resonate with people

I saw rosberg's comment a while ago but never actually gave it much thought, so this is a prime opportunity. while it's always good to assign a certain amount of salt to statements like this (especially if coming from rosberg lol), I'm going to take him at his word for the sake of this. here is the article if anyone would like to read it themselves

of course we have no way of knowing, as I don't think there are any publicly confirmed falling outs he had with people in the motorsport realm. but what we can do is try examining his career critically with this in mind, and considering if something might have been a case of nico being a little bit socially challenged and mucking something up.

now, I think rosberg might be talking about stuff that happened really early into nico's career. there were certainly some ups and downs to that time. he had a lot of good connections in the likes of willi weber (formerly michael schumacher's manager), frank williams and flavio briatore. even if a lot of that came about through w. weber, he knew some big names in motorsport.

nico drove for williams in a test for them in 2007, which happened after w. weber failed to secure a test with renault & briatore. we don't know why he failed to get nico that test, but there is a chance w. weber & nico & briatore did not get on very well for whatever possible reason after this, and that it consequently closed some doors at renault for him/made him "get stuck" with williams.

then, w. weber and nico parted ways in 2011, the year nico was a reserve and out of a drive for the first time. at the time he often said he was happier without a manager, which to me reads as a passive aggressive jab at w. weber. on top of the obvious implications that come with parting from him in the first place. maybe if he had left those comments out a reconciliation would have been possible. it's hard to tell considering w. weber left f1 completely after 2012.

at first I also thought this year as a reserve might be a burned bridge because he decided to be force india's reserve and not williams. and of course there is the possibility he was upset with frank williams and really burned a bridge there while acting impulsively.

ferrari is unlikely to be a burned bridge because it seemed to have been a mix between sponsorships and nico's height making him harder to accommodate than alonso & massa, who were of similar stature and would therefore have similar needs.

mercedes is of course interesting because you would at least think that rosberg might have had additional insight, and that that's where this comment was born from. I believe the mercedes deal he missed out on is also the one with the least public knowledge regarding it. it's in my opinion likely he simply missed out on it because he was competing with lewis hamilton (duh), and nico rosberg (who was already an established part of the team at that point, and had previously come out on top against schumacher in the point standings all three years that they were teammates). but we can't actually know, and there is the possibility he fucked something royally with toto wolff--be that before that lead to him failing to secure that contract, or after, born out of hurt/insecurity.

I don't think you can consider force india and all that it became a burned bridge. he left and returned three times. they clearly liked him, unless you want to think they all hated each other but didn't have any other options. which, even that, at least once they turned into racing point and aston martin, would have been naught.

there is a chance nico did not depart from renault in 2019 on the most amicable of terms, and fucked it with cyril abiteboul, but we obviously cannot gauge the extent of that. as far as I'm aware, nico made some comments against cyril, cyril made some comments against nico, but that was kinda it. I don't even know if further relations with renault were ever on the table after he left, so this might even be fully irrelevant.

if we want to make this really depressing, though, we could look at red bull. he lost the battle against checo for the seat in 2021, and hasn't really been talked about since. there's the possibility that happened because rbr simply were never looking that closely at him, or that they considered that a closed chapter after they passed up on him. there is the possibility the reason he never got considered when checo's tenure at rbr started going sour is because they simply wanted to commit to their junior team and driver's academy. and there is the possibility he fucked something with them in 2021, and christian horner has since closed all doors there. I'm not very partial to any of these options, but I figure might as well mention it.

and before I forget them--sauber is probably not really anything either. yes he was with them for that single year, and did not commit to them like he maybe should have, but it's clearly not relevant anymore and likely wouldn't have been since peter sauber retired.

tldr; I think there is a good chance rosberg is talking about willi weber. if we consider that rosberg is speaking from a mercedes background, something could have happened with wolff. independently of where it's the most likely he actually messed things up, though, nico had a lot of opportunities to fuck things.

you are right that I mentioned nico being more uncomfortable in front of cameras when he was younger, and I do stand by that (as well as him deciding to lay it on thick in later years). but I can't really say how much it would have affected his career. before liberty media and smb it wasn't that important to be mass marketable, to be on social media, to have a presence like that. you can still see this in the driver's from that era.

I can't really say if he is still uncomfortable with them. on one hand I think after fifteen years he would have needed to get used to them eventually. but on the other hand he has gotten really good at treating all the media stuff as a routine thing where he picks one of his five dialogue options and leaves it at that. considering he also talked not too long ago about how he considers the majority of his f1 career not pleasant or entertaining, I'd say it's probably a mix of both. because yes, he likely thinks of his career like that because of the statistics and shit teams and forever midfield he got stuck in--but always being forced in front of cameras when you don't like them wouldn't be helping either. though I'll also say that we move far into conjecture territory when it comes to determining if a driver is comfortable or not with something. we can pick up vibes, but they're always going to be influenced by our own personal experiences and thoughts. personally; yes, I would say he is still not comfortable with them, but he has learned to deal with that, and has acquired the skillset to navigate this obstacle.

as for being insecure, that one is really hard to separate from his career. quite the opposite. the social problems rosberg thinks he had/has would have been intrinsically tied to this, if not born majorly from it. but I also believe that insecurity is entirely human, and as you get older you learn to deal with it, and learn to do things despite still being insecure. so it's probably not nearly as relevant as it would have been fifteen to twenty years ago.

thank you for the ask! this was a lot of fun to reflect on.

#ask #nico hulkenberg #analysis #lore

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wrestlinghistorywithkay · 9 months ago

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Let’s Talk Wrestling Merch:

Now, I know the reason why you are reading my blog and connecting with other fans . You love professional wrestling! For this article, I’m going to be talking about wrestling merchandise and showing off a few of my favorite merch items and different merch items from over the years.

Wrestling merchandise can come into different forms. It’s all about fans buying items such as shirts , posters, toys, etc to show off their support for their favorite wrestlers. This became popular during the 1980s after the Rock & Wrestling Connection. Fans began buying merchandise to dress and support their favorite wrestlers such as Macho Man Randy Savage and Rowdy Roddy Piper. However, during this time period , it was the most popular wrestler in the WWF, Hulk Hogan, who had the highest selling merchandise in the company. Anything to do with the powerhouse wrestling promotion could be even found in grocery stores, with WWF branded ice cream bars. Vince McMahon’s vision for this was to appeal to children and get them to watch the programming by placing their favorite wrestler’s picture on a frozen treat. WWF birthday party sets were even available at the time as well.

During the 1990s and into the Monday Night Wars between WWF and WCW, merchandise sales were even higher. With the rise of the nWo , fans kept buying their shirts and other items such as figures of the popular group. During the Attitude Era for the WWF, stars such as Stone Cold Steve Austin , DX, and The Rock were the top merchandise sellers for the company. During the 2000s, WWE’s top selling merchandise was of their biggest names such as John Cena and Randy Orton , with Cena being the top seller.

With the popularity of WWE Shop and rival wrestling merch shop, Shop AEW, fans have been trying to find things to support their favorites. WWE’s top merchandise sellers are Cody Rhodes , LA Knight , Roman Reigns , Rhea Ripley , Bianca Belair , Liv Morgan , Seth Freakin Rollins, etc. With AEW, their top merchandise sellers include Sting, MJF, Swerve Strickland, Will Ospreay , Mercedes Monè, Timeless Toni Storm, etc. Sales of merch can change weekly or yearly.

Fans can also go to bookstores or websites to find books that their favorite wrestlers have written or any book about wrestling. I’ve bought two AEW shirts from Hot Topic , you can find wrestling merch there sometimes.

Before the rise of those two merchandise websites , fans had to find merchandise stands at shows and or in catalogs. They could also go to different stores to find figures of their favorite wrestlers.

The rise of sites such as Pro Wrestling Tees and Ringside Collectibles have helped fans as well. These sites have advertised different items to appeal to fans of any promotion or wrestling in general.

My Favorite Wrestling Merch Items:

I have a few favorite items in my personal collection that I want to show off. I have a vintage Shawn Michaels shirt that I found at a thrift store. I found it to be from 1997 , which was the year that I was born. I also have a nWo shirt which I found online and yes, it’s my favorite shirt. I also love my customized Drew McIntyre necklace , figure , and book. I also have a few vintage figures that were passed down to me by my dad.

My Final Thoughts:

Being an Amateur Wrestling Historian , I felt like talking about merch and how far it has came. I also liked talking about how far buying merch has evolved over the years. I’m curious , what was your first piece of wrestling merch and what is your newest one? What is your favorite merch? Let me know!

Love You All,

-Kay

#wrestling merch #wwe shop #wrestlinghistory #drew mcintyre #wwe #world wrestling federation #80s wrestling #90s wrestling #wcw monday nitro #wwf attitude #john cena #la knight #shawn michaels

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sacharowan · 2 months ago

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whatever ship just with Seb and number 77? Thank You ❤️

sico >:)))

77: No Children by the Mountain Goats

Seb thinks he understands bad teammate relationships. He should: he was teammates with Mark for four years and look how they ended up. But at the same time, it’s different with Nico. It’s always been different with Nico. Lewis is not Mark and Nico is not Seb. Things are different this time around and Seb can’t take losing so he doesn’t understand why Nico will give up so easily. He has his title, he has so much more to win. But he’s leaving now. Leaving the sport, leaving Mercedes, leaving Seb.

Someone will always leave. Mark left. Alain left Ayrton. Someone will always leave. Seb just didn’t expect it to be Nico; it shouldn’t have been Nico. Not that Seb wanted Lewis to leave, he just wanted more time. More time to race, more time to win – “I didn’t dare overtake you,” but next time Seb wanted to come out on top, more time to learn to love Nico properly, perhaps. But he doesn’t get that.

He can’t deny that some of the appeal of Nico was knowing someone – loving someone, if it could ever be described as love – was the connection to Michael. Michael was the crux of it all: there were very different relationships between Seb and Michael than there were between Nico and Michael. And they were both jealous of each other. Perhaps a relationship born of jealousy and mutual envy is not the best way to form a relationship. Despite this, Seb doesn’t regret it. Won’t regret it, further down the line.

But Nico does. Because Seb is the only loose end he’s leaving in Abu Dhabi, because Seb is a Ferrari driver and he is not disappearing with him, not for anything. Nico has his title and his dreams are completed and the glory is his but he doesn’t quite have Seb. He won’t have Seb, because Seb won’t leave for him and Seb doesn’t think Nico expected him to. But to be abandoned stings.

Not everything is about racing, but this is. Was. Whatever it will become when Nico has disappeared into whatever he plans to do next. It doesn’t matter to Seb – he doesn’t care – because Nico won’t be here with him. Seb is nothing if not possessive. But this time, he doesn’t get to keep his prize. He doesn’t get to keep Nico. But Nico won’t get to keep him either.

#answered #ask game #sacha speaks #sacha fic

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evita-shelby · 2 years ago

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Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 7

Gif by @thecruel

To no one’s surprise, Tom's short fuse has him quitting his job before the first week of July ends.

But someone’s gotta take Diane’s Bentley back to her office ---because she decided she wanted a red convertible that conveniently broke down the second she took it out her dad’s garage --- and now Tom’s donning the peaky blinder left on the seat to make her think he’s one of her dad’s grunts sent to drive her home.

Gets in a scrap with some bloke who accused him of stealing parts ---which he hadn’t--- because one time he stole his fresh pack of cigarettes that said fucker had stolen off a client’s car.

Didn't help that he's always in a shit mood when the anniversary of his mother's death comes around.

It fits him.

Too well, he thinks as he spots the razor blades sewn into the edge of the cap.

If he didn’t see his mum’s disappointed look every time, he considers that option, God knows where’d he be now.

But that is immediately forgotten when Di gets into the back seat and complains about him not opening the door for her.

For someone who can occasionally see the future, she could be caught by surprise far too often.

“Where to, Miss. Shelby?” He tries not to grin but fails to when she recognized his voice.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Is all she answered, looking concerned for him.

Worried like he sold his soul to the devil for her.

“Nah, just wanted to mess with you.” He said taking it off to her relief.

She grew up with a gangster as a father, not just any gangster. One so powerful the crown feared him, so they let him do as he pleased.

In short, Thomas Shelby was untouchable.

And Tom Bennett had been the only man not afraid of him.

“How about you show me the sights, pretty boy?” she asked teasing him now that her fears for him have been pushed away by her love for games.

They’ve done this before, him driving, her torturing him until he stops the car has his way with her in the backseat.

Last time it hadn’t even been her car, it just been some old ford in the shop.

“Only if you return the favor, Lady Di.”

If her mom hadn’t given her enough of her contraception concoction, Diane would have not been so eager to fuck the one man not afraid of her father.

Jack had only wanted her because she was too wild to be proper and perfect for a no strings attached arrangement.

He would be president, his wife a perfect American girl and cursed to be holding him as he dies from a bullet to the head.

Diane had been relieved to know that wasn’t her future.

Her future lies here with Tom.

Tom who is telling her all the filthy things he wants to do now that he has the entire afternoon free.

The young witch is too busy trying to get her boyfriend out of his clothes to see the ten-year-old girl sitting on the small French table she uses for private meals.

“You should take tomorrow off; I want to take you somewhere.” He said in between kisses and stops when he looks up from the couch they barely fit on.

The sight of Florence is enough to send her into a panic and shoved her boyfriend off her.

“Jesus Christ, Flora, what are you doing here?” Diane asked as she made sure Tom was alright and buttoned her blouse just as he put his shirt back on.

“I ran away.” She answered with her mouth full and wearing her favourite pleated dress. “Took mom’s Mercedes and told the driver I had permission to come see you.”

“I ran away, I took a roll.” Tom commented as he finished buttoning his shirt. “Nice to meet ya, Florence.”

“Is your name really Thomas Michael?” Flora asked and he extended his hand for her to shake.

“Thomas Michael Bennett.” He answers and she giggles as she introduced herself as Florence Eleanor Shelby as they shook hands.

Tom is surprisingly good with children; Lois likes to say its because he acts like an overgrown child.

But he treats kids like he treats everyone else (if a bit more considerate with their feelings).

“Alright, the drive is roughly two hours long, that gives us four hours before mom and dad come to get you. What made you run off like that, Florence?” Diane normally has more patience for her baby sister ---a miracle because when she was little, she absolutely could not stand her---but today she is shit out of luck.

“Charlie joined the army while he was in London with dad. There was a lot of yelling and crying, I didn’t want to be there before dad finds out.” Florence answered and Tom winced.

Many were enlisting and recruiters were hounding any man between the ages of 20 and 25 to join up.

Won’t be long before they’re all conscripted anyways.

Will Tom join up because he wants to or because he has to?

While they wait for her mother to pick up Florence, Tom has the bright idea of taking her to Belle Vue.

It is fun, makes Florence forget the shit waiting at home and gives her the chance to see a different side of Tom.

Flora takes to him like fish to water and giggles with a blush when he wins her a teddy bear at a game.

Didn’t matter that Tom knew which way the game was rigged having come here often with other girls.

“I like you. I really hope you stick around, Tom.” Flora gives him her approval after pushing Dia aside so she could be in the middle of them two.

“I am going to stick around, told your old man so.” With the way he assured her, it was almost as good as an I love you.

Especially how he looked at her when he said it. Determined, a rare thing to see in him.

“I heard him tell mom that you said you loved Dia, that he could give you all the money in the world it wouldn’t stop you from loving her.” Flora admits. “Jack ran the moment dad asked him to choose between her and his career back in America, you know.”

That was news to Diane.

“Well, unlike Jack, I got nothing to lose except your sister.” He whispers as if it were some big secret.

#diane shelby x tom bennett #tom bennett x ofc #tom bennet x reader #tie your heart to mine fic #diane shelby #florence shelby #world on fire peaky blinders crossover

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 2 years ago

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How about Freeze your brain for JD!Michael. I always love your Heathers related posts 🖤

I feel like I have spent so long away from this blog. Because I have 🥴

I’m slowly coming back though, and why not come back with a good old Heathers request?

The timeline is before Bebe’s death, so just ignore the previous Heathers fics where she’s 🪦

I really need to put these in order of songs, but I’m lazy. Eventually I’ll get to it 🤣

Orange: Bebe

Green: Michael

Pink: Reader

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Freeze Your Brain

Bebe had managed to convince you to go to yet another highschool party, and even though you wanted to stay home and do your weekend homework, you agreed to be dragged along by the cheer captain. You had just risen up the popularity ranks just by associating with the blonde, and with the taste of freedom you had from bullying and being completely ignored by everyone, it was getting harder and harder to convince yourself to stay home. The sudden attention was like a drug, and you just couldn’t help how good the feeling of being a someone was.

Bebe had picked you up from your house in her brand new, stark white Mercedes. She normally had Wendy and Heidi with her, but you noticed the duo weren’t anywhere to be found. Bebe only offered a very fake sounding greeting when you slid into her car, wasting no time in speeding off almost before you could even shut the door. The radio was blaring some Flo Milli song, one that you’ve heard Bebe play a thousand times before. The blonde swerved a little on the road, her eyes occupied by flicking up and down between the road and her phone, her left thumb hurriedly typing something as she dangerously multitasked.

“Ah, shit. Clyde wants something from the store. If I pull over, can you run inside?” Bebe asked, not even looking at you. Her tone didn’t sound inquisitive as much as it sounded like demanding, but you didn’t care to fight with her at the moment. “Sure.” you replied, looking out of your window. Coincidentally, there was a 7/11 just a little up the road, and Bebe almost slung you from your seat when she made a sharp turn to pull into the convenience store. “Okay, Clyde wants a root beer and a pack of condoms. Oh, and I want some corn nuts.” the blonde informed you, making no move to grab her wallet to hand you some cash. Why would she? You couldn’t count on one hand how many times you’ve ended up footing the bill for your popular friends.

Stepping out of the car, you pulled down the hem of the almost too short dress that you had on, making sure your behind was covered. “You should pull your tits up. Make your cleavage bigger. That creepy guy is working the register, maybe he’ll give you something for free.” Bebe offered, giving you a once over. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” you huffed, adjusting your breasts to accentuate them a little more. Grabbing your wallet, you turned from the car, shutting the door and beginning your trek to the door. Reaching out to grab the handle, you stopped in your place, Bebe’s voicing alarming you. “(Y/N)!!! Don’t forget the corn nuts! It’s not a party without corn nuts!!!” she yelled, as if she wasn’t just a few feet away. “BQ or plain?” you asked, pulling the door open. “BQ!” she yelled back, disgusted by the fact you even had to ask.

You sighed, walking into the chilly store. Making a bee line to the chip isle, you grabbed Bebe’s precious barbecue corn nuts. Skimming the isles, you found the condoms, and grabbed a box, trying to hide them under the back of snacks in your hand. Walking to the fridges, you began your search for some root beer, happy to get the hell out of the store and finally to the party you so desperately just wanted to get to. As you closed the door and turned to your left, you were scared by the presence of that mysterious new guy you’ve been seeing at school. Placing your free hand on your chest, you blew out a sigh of relief, the tall male laughing at your reaction.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I frighten you?” Michael asked, a smirk pulling at his lips. Giving a glare, you readjusted everything in your hands, cocking your hip to the side as you stared up at him in mock anger. “No. I just wasn’t aware that a giant was going to be standing right next to me.” you said, playful tones on your words. “Giant? That’s a new one.” Michael chuckled, looking at your bounty. “Corn nuts, root beer, and condoms. Sounds like you’re in for a crazy night.” he commented, causing you to become flustered. “Oh, they’re not mine. I’m going to a party and just needed to grab some things.” you replied, looking anywhere but at the curly headed male.

“Going to a party with condoms still sounds like a crazy night.” he picked. Giving an aggravated sigh, you made a move to walk past him, stopping in your tracks when he stepped infront of you. “Hey, I’ve got to go. Bebe’s waiting on me in the car.” you said, eyebrows furrowing in agitation as you looked at him. “Oh, a threesome? I didn’t peg you for the type.” Michael quipped, chuckling at his own statement. “Well, at least it’s better than just creeping around at a damn convenience store.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his words. “It’s my palace.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. Turning away from you, he made his way to the Icee machine. “Palace? What, like you live here?” you asked, following him.

You watched as he grabbed a cup and filled it up with the frozen blue liquid, putting a lid on it and grabbing a straw. “No. But it’s been the only source of comfort that I’ve indulged in for years. I come and get my icee, and I just feel like I’m home again.” he finally answered, taking a sip of his slushy. “What do you mean?” you asked, carefully leaning against the drink counter so as to not get anything sticky on your dress. Michael looked into your eyes for a moment, then scanned the interior of the 7/11 you were occupying.

I've been through ten high schools

They start to get blurry

No point planting roots

'Cause you're gone in a hurry

My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den

So it's only a matter of when

You watched as he explained his story to you. Rumours had been circulating that Michael was a troubled kid, which is why he just showed up so suddenly. Of course, rumors managed to circulate about anybody. You cringed remembering when you had first moved to town and everyone kept asking you if it was true that you had to move because you were caught sleeping with one of your old teachers. Something about Michael made you think he wasn’t actually such a bad guy.

I don't learn the names

Don't bother with faces

All I can trust is this concrete oasis

Seems every time I'm about to despair

There's a 7-Eleven right there

He was kind of right. Moving around so often must be a disorienting thing. One minute, you’re settled in thinking that you would be dandy and live there for while. Then the next, you’re leaving behind a life that you had already prepared yourself for. It must be hard to have to up and move your whole life. Michael’s obsession with 7/11’s must be a kind of rock in his life, something that’s so similar despite his life not having been so steady.

Each store is the same

From Las Vegas to Boston

Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

I pray at my altar of slush

Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush

Slushies must be a staple for him was all you could thing. Kind of like a safety blanket. Whenever he was troubled, he would go get a slushie, and thinks would seem just right for a little bit. It may be a frozen drink, but it was just as comforting as a stuffed animal or a hoodie that just felt good. Michael sucked some more of the slush through the straw, his lips tinted blue from the staining of the syrup.

Freeze your brain

Suck on that straw

Get lost in the pain

Happiness comes

When everything numbs

Who needs cocaine?

Freeze your brain

He offered the cup out to you, the straw pointing in your direction. “Care for a hit?” he joked, shaking the cup slightly. You smirked at him, rolling your eyes. “Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?” you inquired, watching as his eyes softened, but the smile never left his face. “Not anymore.” he stated, setting his cup down.

When mom was alive

We lived halfway normal

But now it's just me and my dad

We're less formal

I learned to cook pasta

I learned to pay rent

Learned the world doesn't owe you a cent

You wanted to implode at your previous comment. How were you to know his mother had passed? You barely knew anything about Michael as it is, it was simply a mistake on your part. Feeling bad, you just continued listening to him, not knowing what to say. He didn’t seem to get along very well with his father. It was unfair he had to grow up so soon. He never got to experience a normal life, instead having to take care of himself. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly grabbed your hands, turning your full attention to him.

You're planning your future, (F/N) (L/N)

You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer

But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls

So you'd better start building some walls

Scoffing at his assumption that your life wouldn’t be smooth sailing, you wanted to just get your shit and get back to Bebe. Being annoyed was definitely better than having someone assume your future would go to shit. You worked extremely hard to get a full ride scholarship, so Michael can take that fact and shove it where the sun didn’t shine.

But he was right. Having a safety net was a given, especially since you wanted to go miles and miles away just to go to Harvard. Maybe you’d pick up going to a 7/11 like he does. It’s a cheap form of therapy, and the peace he seemed to get made him happier, gave him a twinkle in his eye you didn’t see before.

Freeze your brain

Swim in the ice

Get lost in the pain

Shut your eyes tight

'Til you vanish from sight

Let nothing remain

A part of you understood his negative outlook on life. Sometimes it throws punches left and right, and no matter how hard you try to defend yourself, you end up getting knocked flat on your ass. To him, you imagined the slush as a drug. Something that takes away the pain and suffering just for a moment. Something that makes you feel human again. A brain freeze is better than the headache that life gives you.

Freeze your brain

Shatter your skull

Fight pain with more pain

Forget who you are

Unburden your load

Forget in six weeks

You'll be back on the road

When the voice in your head

Says you're better off dead

Don't open a vein

Just freeze your brain

Freeze your brain

Go on and freeze your brain

Michael lifted his cup and he offered it to you once again, his eyebrow raised as he waited on your response.

Try it

You broke from your thoughts and smirked up at Michael, shaking your head. “I can’t. You seem like you need it more than me. Maybe next time.” you remarked, looking away from the hand that offered the blue slushy goodness. The taller man smiled and shrugged. “Next time? You already want to see me again?” he quipped, taking delight in the blush that crossed your face. You turned on your heel, finally trying to make your way to the cashier. “I said maybe. Although, you aren’t bad to look at.” you responded, walking away from the male. Placing your items on the counter, you pulled out your debit card, remembering Bebe’s tip about the cashier. You leaned your elbows on the counter, pushing your breasts a little closer together and effectively saving a few bucks when the cashier opted to not ring up Bebe’s corn nuts.

Paying for what you needed to, you stepped to the door, raising your hand to push it open. Looking back, you caught Michael’s eye once more, sending a wink in his direction as you left the building and headed back to Bebe’s car. “It took you fucking long enough!” the blonde griped, snatching her snack out of your hand. “Sorry, I was fixing my tits so I could get your nuts for free.” you replied, putting your seatbelt on. “It works, everytime.” Bebe replied, shoving a handful of the snack into her mouth. You stayed silent, your eyes still locked on Michael through the windshield of the car. As Bebe zoomed off, you couldn’t help but wonder when the next time you were going to run into him was.

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