#along with a lewis wdc

[lecilly]

lewis talking about his time with nico IM TIRED of them. please one of them has to pick up the damn phone im BEGGING we don't have to witness this public reminiscing seances please you BOTH have phones AND the stairs if you want to talk!! (it makes me miserable they need to move on so i can do the same✨)

also how many times is he going to insist on this perticular memory of his? like we get it you used to race in italy and eat pizza! please they're both insane about each other 😭

[desigal-26]

This is…filth. Completely. Unfiltered. Also, I kind of took inspiration from Oscar’s very obvious disappointment over the penalty in Silverstone

Reader races in Lewis’ seat and Lewis just…retired I guess (don’t hate me for this pleaseeeee)

Also I did a little blunder…mistakenly most of the tweet dates are from Jun 9 but it was supposed to be Jul 9 so plssss ignore it (and I am too lazy to change it)

Leaked Footage

Oscar Piastri x Ferrari Driver!Reader

‘Cause everyone needs a way to vent their anger out—only his turned out to be a certain driver and a leaked tape

After Silverstone’s chaos that played well for a few but ended in complete disaster for some others, a long tape appears a few days later—and it sets the world of F1 on fire.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ Content, Smut (kind of), Oscar is NOT shy in this (like NOT AT ALL), D/S dynamics, Degradation kink, dirty talking, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), mirror kink, hair pulling, piv intercourse, choking kink, he pinned her wrists (I can’t remember what this is called)

Oscar had just gotten off another call with Zak Brown, the McLaren CEO, who’d been teetering on the edge of a heart attack since the tape had leaked earlier that morning.

It had started with a single ping—a message. Then another. And then a tidal wave of notifications crashing in. But it wasn’t until her manager called that the panic truly set in. She had a strict do-not-disturb policy during summer break. Calls only came through if it was absolutely necessary.

Oscar had watched the colour drain from her face as she answered, her eyes growing wide, her grip tightening on the phone. Without thinking, he reached over, placed his hand on hers in comfort. But that clearly wasn’t what she wanted. The glare she shot him could have set most people ablaze. But not him.

He just raised an eyebrow, unfazed, pulling his hand back and leaning against the couch with a casual kind of defiance. His arms crossed as his gaze scanned her face—tense, unreadable, and beautiful in a way that always made his chest ache a little.

Then her eyes flicked to his phone. Her lips moved silently: “Open Twitter.”

In a normal situation, he would’ve teased her for still calling it that instead of X, but this—this wasn’t normal. So he did as told, ignoring the deluge of notifications lighting up his lock screen.

And when he saw it—his entire feed plastered with the leaked footage—his stomach dropped.

How the hell did that get out?

He swallowed hard and wordlessly handed her the phone. She scanned the screen, her eyes narrowing as the implications hit her all over again. Then she looked up, met his gaze.

That had been almost an hour ago.

Now, she sat curled into her favourite armchair, nursing coffee from her comfort mug, her expression distant. A faint red imprint lingered on her wrist—his handprint—from a moment captured and shared with the world. The hoodie she wore swallowed her whole.

His hoodie.

Oscar let out a slow breath and approached her, dropping his phone carelessly on the couch. He knelt in front of her, wrapping his hands gently around hers—drawing her attention back to him. She blinked, then offered a tired smile, soft and a little crooked, like she didn’t quite have the energy to mean it.

“What did Zak say?” she asked quietly, almost like she didn’t want to know. It wasn’t like their relationship had been a secret in the paddock—both team principals knew, and their core teams had long caught on. But fans? The media?

They had no idea.

Oscar, the current leader of the WDC, shrugged with practiced calm, his thumb tracing slow circles along her knuckles.

“He didn’t die,” he said simply.

She let out a soft snort and rolled her eyes, setting the cup down on the side table before reaching up to rake her fingers through his curls. He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into the touch.

“That’s… promising.”

He chuckled, lifting his gaze to hers. “How did Fred take it?”

She exhaled, her smile tilting a little more now. Almost playful.

“He didn’t die either.”

The video had been taken down, and both teams had jointly sued the website where it had originally surfaced. So, in a weirdly twisted way, a semblance of peace had been restored—at least within the quiet walls of their shared apartment in Monte Carlo.

She was cooking. Something savoury, rich with spice and distraction, because the endless vibrations from her phone were driving her mad. Enough people had seen the tape to make damage control nearly impossible, and those who hadn’t were making damn sure they caught up through frame-by-frame analyses on fan forums and Twitter threads.

She’d read a few—just a few.

And she would be lying if she said it hadn’t horrified her. The way people dissected their… activities with clinical precision and emotional detachment was something straight out of a psychological thriller. No privacy. No context. Just voyeurism masked as fandom.

But Oscar… he had been unusually quiet for a while.

Not silent—he wasn’t the most talkative by default—but still. Too still. Eyes glued to his phone. That alone was enough to make her pause. He never gave the device much attention when they were both at home. His interest always leaned toward her, not a screen.

“What are you doing?” she asked, settling down beside him on the couch with two plates of pasta. Comfort food. A small gesture. A way to anchor themselves.

He looked up, raised a brow at the plate in her hand, but took it anyway.

“That’s the third meal today,” he commented casually, already taking a bite. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes half-closed from the flavour—but they didn’t miss the way she immediately pouted at his observation.

“Technically it’s the first one,” she defended, twirling her fork with authority. “Chocolate and croissant don’t count as meals. That was sugar and vibes.”

Oscar chuckled, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright.”

She beamed at him, smug with victory, but her curiosity hadn’t waned. She nudged his arm gently. “So… what are you doing?”

He smiled then. That slow, mischievous smile that always meant he was up to something.

Instead of answering, he handed her his phone.

It was an Instagram post. From his official account—not the burner one only she and a select few knew about. No, this was public. Verified. Seen by millions.

It was a black and white photo of them in helmets, standing side by side on the grid. They were looking at each other—intensely, silently. She remembered that moment. Jeddah. He had won the race. She’d finished seventh—right where she’d qualified. But he had found her after the cooldown lap, helmet bumping hers gently in celebration, and someone had captured it.

The caption made her pause.

She looked up at him, eyes narrowing with affection. “Yours, hm?”

Oscar huffed a laugh, nonchalant as his arm slid around her shoulder, anchoring her to him. “The world knows that better than anyone now.”

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oscarpiastri since the cat is out of bag, I claim her mine ✨

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thatferraridriver I too claim this calm man mine 🥰

arthur_leclerc calm as if the whole world didn’t see him fing you like it’s GOT

user not tur tur spitting facts 🤣

lando so are we gonna pretend we didn’t see you two fuck like bunnies?

thatferraridriver so am I gonna pretend I am not thinking of crashing into you on purpose in Belgian?

thatferraridriver for legal purposes, I have been told by my team to say that I was joking

user not her commenting that too 😭😂

lando will you two be heart-eyeing each other on paddock now?

thatferraridriver can you please shut up?

lando @oscarpiastri she is bullying me

oscarpiastri you brought it on yourself

lando @thatferraridriver you were better in the video

thatferraridriver and you will be better in the barriers

user @oscarpiastri pls get your girl she obliterated lando 😭😂😂

mclaren does that mean we have to share our fav couple with Ferrari?

scuderiaferrari I guess so 😮‍💨

user I want to see Zak and Fred handshaking fs of them

logansargeant mama papa 🤩

thatferraridriver our practice child 🤩

user this is the most friend third wheeling core thing ever 😂

charles_leclerc so now my teammate is my…daughter in law?

thatferraridriver hello father-in-law

user so basically…Ferrari is a big Leclerc family now?

user and McLaren has the Leclerc son 😭

f1 the most beautifully unhinged couple 😍 ♥️ by author

[babybearnation]

Lewis Hamilton x rookie driver reader general headcannons

-🦊

lewis hamilton x gn!f1 rookie!reader

you were coming in to formula 1 to replace... him

with his move to ferrari announced, mercedes had to look for a new driver and that turned out to be you

you were promising and lewis looked forward to seeing how you would perform, especially since he'd seen you race before

you had plenty of experience in other leagues of racing, but this league of racing was something you hadn't done in a while

lewis practically took you under his wing, helping you to adapt and learn more about the world of formula 1

you two got along insanely well and before long, you could tell you had gotten feelings for him and he for you

neither of you acted on it until you got your maiden win

it was euphoric and exciting and the second you got lewis alone, you kissed him

lewis kissed back instantly, much to your shock and relief

you two had to separate because you had to go on the podium, but you arranged to go on a date after the celebrations were over

you two didn't stay private for long

you weren't super public, but lewis definitely soft launched you and you definitely hard launched him (on accident)

a lot of the other drivers jokingly call you guys the parents of the grid, but you two don't actually mind that title

lewis loves to just relax with you and forget about all the pressures of f1

if you ever end up battling for a race win or battling for a wdc/wcc win, you can bet your ass lewis is gonna fight hard

not as hard as 2016, but still.. very fucking hard

lewis knew that sometimes the pressure of being "lewis hamilton's successor" got to you and he always made sure to comfort you

he'd promise, over and over, that no matter what, you were you and lewis loved you for you

lots of lazy days at home with roscoe cuddles and also lots of chill days at ferrari with plenty of roscoe & leo cuddles

you're technically not supposed to be at ferrari but if lewis sneaks you in, does it matter?

you and charles get close and whilst lewis can get jealous, he never does when it comes to your and charles' friendship

each and every step you make in your career, lewis will be so proud of you and will happily cheer you on all the time

he's literally so lovable and he will happily smother you in kisses if you want or need them

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[willowsnook]

Please Don't Leave (LH44)

lewis hamilton x driver!reader

please don't leave

Mini Max

That's what they called you on the grid, even though you were only two years younger than him. Your aggressive driving style was modeled after his, and you'd looked up to him since you first joined F1. Unfortunately, your approach didn’t mesh well with that of your current teammate at Mercedes: Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis, with his clean and technical style, had built his career on precision, earning seven world championships along the way. But when you joined F1 three years ago, pushing boundaries from the start, it was clear he didn’t approve.

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After Your First Race

“Lewis, what did you think about Y/N’s driving today? Pretty aggressive but paid off with a podium,” a reporter asked, and Lewis shook his head thoughtfully.

“I think she has a lot to learn,” he replied. “That kind of driving can get dangerous quickly. Sure, it paid off today, but I don’t believe it’s worth the risk.”

You heard his response through one of your engineers. While the mature thing would have been to stay quiet, you weren’t that PR-trained yet.

“Y/N, any response to your teammate’s comments about your race this weekend?” a reporter asked.

“I think I represent what’s to come in F1. You can adapt or you can retire,” you replied, leaving without taking any more questions.

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Any chance of a friendship between you two was over after that. Lewis remained civil at team events, but it was clear he didn’t like you, and you didn’t lose sleep over it. Team briefings were a battle of wills, with him challenging your methods and you defending yourself. Your styles, personalities, and outlooks couldn’t have been more different. Even media days were painfully awkward. When asked about you, Lewis would shrug off the question, and you’d pretend not to notice.

“So, Lewis, what are some of Y/N’s hobbies?” a reporter asked during one particularly rough media day. He scratched his chin, glancing over at you.

“Uh, I’m not sure. We don’t see each other much off the track,” he finally said, and you winced as the reporter fumbled to move on.

Later, Max found you, an amused smirk on his face.

“Lovely display between you and Lewis this morning,” he teased.

“Only half a season left,” you muttered. He laughed, matching your pace as you walked the track together.

“Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d started off on the right foot,” you admitted, glancing over at him.

Max shook his head. “It wouldn’t have happened. Your styles are too opposite, and with two giant personalities, it’s impossible.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I could’ve handled it better, though.”

“Don’t feel guilty. He didn’t do anything wrong either. He just wanted someone to mentor, and you came in ready to fight.”

“You’re too good to me,” you laughed, nudging his shoulder.

“Of course, you’re my mini-me,” he said, and you both laughed.

By Singapore, the WDC was tight between you, Oscar, and Charles, all within a 50-point margin of one another. You were starting P6 today, having to take a grid penalty for a new upgrade the team had brought, but you weren’t worried. The lights went out, and you made your moves quickly, shooting up to P4 in the first lap. Everything was feeling comfortable; Lando wasn’t far in front of you, and Liam wasn’t close enough behind to make you worry. 

Just a heads up y/n, checo just passed lawson and is coming up, your engineer said to you over the radio and you noted it in your head. A few laps later he was close behind and you started to defend, not having the pace to focus on catching Lando. This was one of your best showings of defense and turn after turn you fended him off. You prepared for the next attack but he lost control, clipping your rear tire and causing you to spin out, You hit him on a spin and his car flipped over yours and over the barrier, landing upside down. Slamming into the barrier he missed, you groaned at the impact. 

Are you ok?

“I’m ok, is checo?” You asked, pulling off your steering wheel. 

No response from him yet

Your pulse quickened, looking over at the RedBull that was smashed to pieces. Pulling yourself out of the car you stumbled to the barriers climbing over, Stewards were swarming the car and held you back when you tried to get closer. You could already hear the sound of an ambulance coming and you were starting to panic. 

“Checo!,” you yelled out over and over hoping he could hear you. Someone was struggling to hold you back but you stilled as you watched the paramedics pull his unresponsive body from the car. 

Everything from that point on felt like a nightmare that wasn’t real. Your brain shut off and somehow you were back in the garage being looked over by Toto. He was saying something but you couldn’t hear him; all you could hear were the sirens and your own voice screaming out. What if he was dead? This was all your fault. He had the pace, he should have passed you but you kept fighting. You replayed the scene over and over in your head. 

Reality came crashing down on you as your eyes met dark brown ones that were filled with worry. 

“Y/n, y/n, come back to us,” Lewis was saying softly and you collapsed into him. He had one arm supporting you and another out to stop others who had started to rush towards you. Sobs racked through your body and you heard someone yell for the room to clear out. Lewis was rubbing your back gently and you were holding on to him tightly.

Eventually he leaned down and swept you off your feet, carrying you into your drivers room. He set you down on the bed in there before going to get you a water bottle to force you to drink. Your sobs had turned to hiccups and you stared at the wall as Lewis checked his phone. 

“He’s okay y/n,” he told you. “Just a concussion and a broken arm but he’s okay.” 

You nodded, letting more tears fall down your face and he wrapped his arms around you again. 

“Let me take you back to the hotel,” he murmured and you nodded, standing up to change into something more comfy. He waited for you by the door and you left with him silently, ignoring the looks of pity you were being given on the way out. 

He walked you all the way up to your room, hesitating as you swiped the key card. 

“Will you text me if you need something?” He asked concerned and you honeslty hadn’t even considered the possiblity of being alone. 

Eyes watering you responded, “please don’t leave me.” 

He nodded and followed you into the room. He started the shower for you, insisting that it would make you feel better and you stood in there for a long time just staring into the void. Finally stepping out you slipped an oversized shirt over your head and walked out into the room where Lewis was laid back on the bed, watching tv. He had changed into just a pair of sweats with a tight fitting shirt. You watched him for a little bit, him not noticing yet. Finally walking over, you felt Lewis’ eyes on you, lingering as he saw your shirt ride up your thigh. 

“Are you okay?” He asked and you looked over at him, hovering by the bed. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about it,” you replied sighing.

“Maybe you just need a distraction,” he said, eyes darkening. Your breath quickened as you debated internally what to do next; you did need a distraction and why not find it in the teammate you weren’t even going to have next year. 

Climbing onto the bed, you closed the gap between you, moving on his lap. You brought your lips to his in a slow kiss and he shifted you off of him and onto the bed, hovering above you. 

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, kissing down your neck. His hands found the bottom of your shirt and he lifted it up, eyes widening at the sight of nothing being underneath it. “Jesus.”

“Please Lewis,” you moaned out, urging his touch to go lower. Obeying your command he moved down to your core, his tongue darting out making you groan. He assaulted your pussy eventually entering a finger into you as you were squirming underneath his touch. Your orgasm washed over you and he pulled his fingers out and moved back up to you rmouth, stopping when seeing your teary eyes. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked gingerly. “I didn’t want our first time to be like this.”

Your eyes widened at his statement but you were too focused on feeling him to dwell on it. 

“I need to forget,” you begged him and he gave in, crashing his lips back down to you. He pumped himself a few times before entering you and you gasped against his lips. This wasn’t the bruising, fast paced thing that you had secretly imagined once or twice before. This was something slow, almost gentle. He was fucking you like he was scared he would break you but for some reason you weren’t complaining. 

Lewis kept his lips on you, swallowing your whimpers as he picked up the pace and brought a finger down to rub your clit. You gasped as he made contact, feeling another orgasm approaching. 

“Doing so good for me sweetheart,” he rasped into your ear and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His words sent you over the edge, and you cried out, clenching around him.

His lips moved down to your neck and he sucked on your skin as you recovered, never stopping his movement. The sensitivity caused you cry out but he covered your mouth with his palm as he started to move faster.

Chasing his orgasm, he started pounding into you, groaning into your neck. Your nails found his back and you were digging in hard enough to draw blood, just trying to stay in it.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, relentlessly driving into you. Arching your back off the bed he hit a new angle that sent both of you into a climax.

Whimpering as he slid out, you pushed off the bed and headed into the bathroom; Lewis was hot on your tail. 

“Hey hey hey,” he said pulling your arm and forcing you into his chest. Sniffling you looked up at him and he brushed a tear that had fallen from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, “ you mumbled into his chest. “I normally don’t cry after sex I promise.” 

Lewis gave you a soft smile, and you suddenly felt embarrassed about what had happened. Flustered you stepped away, turning on the shower to clean up. Lewis stepped in behind you and you stayed facing the wall.

"Y/n," he drawled. "Talk to me please."

"I just don't know what to think," you said turning around to look at him. "I almost watched someone die today and then you, the teammate that i'm constantly fighting on and off the track, were the only person I found comfort in and then we had sex."

You let out an exasperated sigh, having finished your rambling.

"And!" You exclaimed, and Lewis' eyes widened. "What the fuck did you mean by 'I didn't want our first time to be like this'?"

"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I may have fantasized about it once or twice."

"You are insane," you said dumbfounded.

"Oh come on," he said lightly. "Every time we'd get into it, I'd think about it later when I got home and how nice it would be to fuck you into submission eventually."

His confession caught you off guard and your jaw dropped.

"Didn't really seem that way based on your performance in there," you shot back and he scoffed.

"You were literally crying as I was fucking you," he exclaimed. "What did you want me to do?"

Grabbing the back of his neck you pulled his face closer to yours, "I wanted you to make me forget."

You crashed your lips against his and his arms circled around your waist.

"Be careful what you wish for," he said, pulling you out of the shower for round two.

[toppamplemousse]

fairytalestappen part 5/5: sleeping beauty

last one best one!!!!!!!!!!

hope you enjoyed this series, i enjoyed rambling on and on about these two freaks and the many universes where they are abnormal about each other. and also about making them princesses and putting them in dresses. heheheheh.

this one is set in the real f1 world, max and charles are both drivers, but its magical realism where spells, hexes, potions, etc are commonplace

it’s set in abu dhabi 2025, the wdc fight has come down to the last race and it’s charles vs. max vs. lando, any three of them could win it (two hydrogen bombs vs a coughing baby) (if you’re wondering who won the wcc, ferrari already clinched it, that’s not important at all for the story but it’s important for me)

backstory is: charles and max are fuck buddies during the 2025 season. letting out steam during the race weekends etc. convincing themselves that’s all it is. a week before abu dhabi, charles tells max that they need to stop seeing each other until after the last race, because it’s just too much with the championship battle. max was gearing up to tell charles that he had feelings and wanted more and he’s DEVASTATED. some miscommunication here obv.

so max is despondent going into abu dhabi but still determined to win of course.

because they are cheaters and can never win anything legally ever, mclaren have come up with a plan to guarantee that lando will win the wdc: they will slip a sleeping potion into max and charles' drinks and then max and charles will be asleep for the race and lando will cruise to victory

there’s just one small catch of this sleeping potion: the person affected can be instantaneously awoken by none other than True Loves Kiss. but that should be fine, right? neither max nor charles have girlfriends, so there’s no way anyone can wake them up. foolproof plan, zak brown

the morning of the race dawns (lestappen are starting on the front row btw, that’s not important for the story but it’s important to Me) and oh no! charles leclerc has been hit with a sleeping potion and he’s asleep and can’t be roused by anyone! (in my head he’s in his car very peacefully asleep)

max is unaffected bc in my head the red bull was powerful enough to counteract the sleeping potion

max KNOWS it was mclaren who did this but he has no way to prove it. the only thing he can do is figure out how to wake charles up before the race. even though it would be easier for max if charles slept through the race, max doesn’t want to win the wdc because charles isn’t racing, he wants to race charles and win, blah blah blah predestined rivals etc etc you get it

also max loves charles so much, he doesn’t want him to miss out on the chance to race for a wdc just because mclaren are huge massive cheaters. so max decides, even though it pains him, he’s going to find out who charles’ true love is, and get them to kiss charles, so that charles will wake up and can race. because if max can’t have charles, then he at least wants to be able to race charles (the sleeping drought may not have put max to sleep but it may have atrophied his brain honestly)

so anyways max wracks his brain to think of who could be charles’ true love. first candidate: lewis of course. he’s charles’ teammate, and they’ve been getting closer and closer this year. brilliant idea max. he goes to lewis explains the situation. lewis looks at him first with pity and then like he’s objectively insane.

lewis categorically refuses to attempt to kiss charles. vague mention to the fact that he can’t be charles' true love because he knows someone else is his true love (he says this in a very tortured way, implying that it didn't work out with his true love. brocedes you will alwayyyyyyyys be famous). so anyways lewis is not an option.

next up: charles’ FORMER teammate carlos. they always got along, had a good rapport, and many charged moments. max goes to him in the williams garage and begs and pleads with him to try to kiss charles. carlos is willing to give it a whirl. he goes to the ferrari garage and plants one on charles. max sits there and seethes, feels like carlos lingers for too long. it doesn’t work. max doesn’t acknowledge the twist of satisfaction in his gut.

next up: maybe someone that charles works closely with in ferrari, someone he trusts and has a close relationship with. max finds bryan and asks him if he will consider kissing charles to wake him up. bryan casually drops that he already tried it and it didn’t work and max is FURIOUS but doesn't interrogate exactly why the thought of bryan kissing charles makes him so mad. poor dumb loser max (affectionate).

the next person on max’s list isn’t even in the paddock, so he gives seb a call. seb is the best option so far because definitely at one point, many years ago, he was charles’s true love. seb is in switzerland but he could make it in time for the race. max begs and pleads with him to just come try it, seb really wars with himself because. could he be……? no. but he and charles always had something........but no. but will seb always wonder if he doesn’t go? but ultimately seb says he won’t do it. he gives max some cryptic advice that maybe charles' true love is "right under his nose" but max has no idea what that means. classic seb.

max is at his wits end. the race is an hour away. max considers also dropping out of the race in solidarity with charles , but he can’t just let cheating mclaren win. so he has to go through with it and win for charles

max is despondent and goes to find fred in the paddock, to explain that he tried his best to wake charles up, but without any success. fred is like "have you tried EVERYONE???" and max is like "yes, of course, and nothing worked." and fred is like "literally EVERYONE you can think of, they've all kissed charles and it hasn't worked??" and max is like "yes??? that's what i just said. i guess charles' true love doesn't work in the paddock."

finally, fred is fed up with this dumbass, so he's like "hey max, will you humor me, just to rule out all options, just to be methodical, you understand, will you kiss charles, just to make sure you've ruled out every option? just do it for me please max, to put my mind at ease."

max tries to protest that charles doesn’t see him like that and just recently broke off their arrangement they had. fred is like "okay, i just wanted to make sure we ruled out every option, before we sacrifice charles' best chance to win the wdc, but ah well."

so finally max is like. even though it will break my heart to go to kiss charles and have it absolutely confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt that charles doesn't love me, but i'll do it for him, because i have to try everything i can to help him have a chance of racing today.

max goes to garage 16. imagine a swell of music as the tension builds. he leans in and kisses charles very sweetly. and -- wait, is that???? charles is waking up????? but that means-- that means that max is.........................he's charles' true love!!!!!

charles eyelashes flutter and his eyes open (many thoughts here about his beautiful green eyes) max kisses him again and again. charles is confused, but max explains everything and charles is like “you made CARLOS KISS ME!!!!!!!!!????!!!!! and then they both are confessing their feelings and are very happy and then bryan pops his head into the garage and he’s like “hey the race is starting in like 10 mins”

and as he leaves charles has a thoughtful look on his face and max is like “yes bryan also kissed you” and charles is like “BRYAN??!!!!!!!??????..............did he say if it was good or not?”

anyways im getting side tracked. max and charles are happily ever after and oh charles goes and wins the race and the wdc and mclaren is disqualified and zak brown is fired. the end.

[mickyschumacher]

NGL I LOVE UR WORK... ive been hopping thru ur m.list since the last hour.... its currently 1 am and i have an essay to finish before 8 am(im sure my prof will give me more time ik dey love me) anywasy i was wondering if u could do an enemies to lovers with Lewis((like really hated eachother)the reader could be a driver its oky don mind what she does) and then they were arguing abt sumting lewis says something thats completely out of the line and she starts crying in front him then he just kinda leaves her be, a few days later he would go on then apologize to her abt wat he said and then more fluff. (just ignore this if ur not into it or not takin a request at the moment. but im actually just hapi i kind of got the courage to ask u for a request also ur stories are soooo good i admire and envy u at the same time.)

[RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as lewis's former teammate, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. but a bad move from lewis puts him completely out of line.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: enemies to lovers trope!, poor humour, some fluff, in depth moment of an alternated 2021 wdc (apologies in advance), therefore ANGST, bad race jargon, horner and masi discussed :(, mention of intermittent explosive disorder, misogyny, allusion to racism (not from the reader ofc!), shitting on the fia for a bit, lewis kinda being a dick for probably an unfair reason lol, a proclamation of feelings from sir lewis himself

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lewis hamilton x red bull!driver!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: you're too sweet to me! 🤧 i couldn't tell if you wanted this to be romantic but i went that way in the end! hope this was good! ♡︎ very very loosely based of swift's 'right where you left me'. but if you argued it wasn't, i would be inclined to agree. proof-read...ish?

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

No one ever truly understood your move to Red Bull. It was in 2019, far from when Max was practically living on pole, so Red Bull wasn't exactly a threat to Mercedes, your previous team. Toto had even put a three-year extension on the table several months before your contract came close to expiring.

Yet you had chosen to sign with the devil.

When the commentators, journalists, and fans took a closer look at your decision, the only thing they could all collectively agree on was that you had moved to Red Bull because of Lewis Hamilton. Because you both couldn't keep your differences aside and Lewis had finally struck your last nerve.

While you weren't quite sure about the last part, the first was true. You had Lewis had never ever exactly met eye-to-eye. Every F1 driver had a specific style of driving. You liked to call Lewis' the 'calm before the storm'. He raced with a composure and maturity that most drivers did not hold. He was particularly calculative and the everyone loved him.

You, on the other hand, had given yourself a new nickname along side 'Flash 13' because you did everything in a flash: you overtook ruthlessly and calculated, you pushed the car till it was undrivable, and you were decisive to the very nanosecond. But you had also garnered yourself the name 'IED', after the behavioural disorder.

In part this nickname was due to the misogyny you faced as the only current female driver in F1 but also due to the sheer anger that bursted out of you whenever you encountered Lewis.

The amount of warnings Toto had given the both of you was simply endless. He had even resorted to putting you two with the team therapist.

The source of your hatred for each other was as clear as day. You hated Lewis' arrogance because somehow it was even worse than Rosberg, Alonso, Räikkönen, and Verstappen. And Lewis hated you for your 'perspective'. You didn't know what he initially meant by that but you regretted asking him. He said you needed to be stronger to be in F1 and that you were far too soft-hearted. Right after you had gotten your first ever pole.

It was ridiculous, to say the least.

No F1 driver was soft-hearted. You were all, simply put, a bunch of dicks. Not literally, of course. Naturally, following that comment, Lewis had pissed you off. He hadn't even had a second to know you before even making that judgement. It was ironic as well, considering your nickname that labelled your anger.

After watching Lewis win several championship titles with you following multiple places behind and seeing you only get angrier with each other, you had decided to call it quits for Mercedes. If people were going to take your annoyance and frustrations with amusement, you were going to head to the angriest team of all and leave your former team fuming.

Two years later, in 2021, you had finally gotten the perfect opportunity.

You hadn't really a clue how exactly Red Bull had made the 2021 car so well that you were matching the speed of Mercedes' car but you didn't care. You were matching Lewis. And Christian Horner was a happy man. A sexist prick but a happy man nonetheless.

Pole was either Lewis' or yours. Either he was a Grand Prix winner or you were. It was a game of cat and mouse, always in a constant pursuit of each other. The same went from your team leaders, Toto and Christian, who practically had the race director, Masi, on speed dial.

And by Abu Dhabi, you were equally tied, locked at 369.5 points. It hadn't been easy after getting penalised for multiple incidents against Lewis, but you were here. Lewis was trying to get his eighth championship and you your first.

You weren't sure how this was going to end. Heck, no one could've predicted what happened that day. But all you knew was that you were not going down without a fight.

You secured pole in Abu Dhabi which had put the entirety of Mercedes and F1 on edge. After a discussion with your engineer and several strategists, you had opted for soft tyres to further your advantage over Lewis.

Despite all of that, it was Lewis who had led the first corner after those red lights had gone out. It was only by turn six did you even get a lead. But it was a moment too short as your former teammate regained his top position by going off into the damn run-off area of the track.

You didn't need to scream in annoyance. You couldn't hear Horner, but deep down you knew he had already called up Masi, demanding an investigation. Your engineer reported to you that the stewards had dismissed it. The gap between you and Lewis was getting bigger, the race was coming to and end, and you knew you needed a miracle towards the end of the race if you wanted to win.

And that miracle was called Nicholas Latifi. The poor guy had crashed into Mick and the safety car was out on the tracks. Thankfully, they were both okay, but the timing of it was simply impeccable.

You had pitted to get new soft tyres and Mercedes was on the fence about heading to the pit lane in fear of the race restarting. So Lewis didn't pit. Miracle 2.

You re-joined the track with five lapped cars in between you and Lewis. And soon enough, Race Control had given the dooming message: lapped cars were not allowed to overtake.

The taste in your mouth was bitter. You had cussed out Horner, asking why you were even seeing these lapped cars in front of you.

Then came Race Control again: only the five cars in between you and Lewis were allowed to overtake. Miracle 3.

But of course, F1 had a flair for the dramatics. Because you were fucking restarting. Putting you and Lewis on a tight show-down for the final lap.

The bad news? Lewis hadn't pitted yet.

The good news? You could overtake Lewis. Miracle 4.

And the headline? You won.

You fucking won.

You were F1's first female champion in history.

You made history... or, well, herstory?

Yes it was controversial. Yes it was dramatic. Yes, questionable decisions had been made.

But you won.

By the time you had gotten out of your car and finished with screaming and crying in pure happiness, you had finally caught a glimpse of Lewis.

A small part of you felt bad. You knew for a fact, that these decisions weren't 'human error' as the FIA would go on to claim the following year in Bahrain.

It was entertainment. It was business. It was money.

You had both worked so hard this year. But the fight between an F1 driver breaking the record for the most championship titles and the first possible female champion in F1 was too good to resist.

Things between you and Lewis after Abu Dhabi hadn't gotten worse. You just talked far less than you normally did. You barely argued with each other anymore. It was disconcerting to say the least. Especially now that you were struggling to match Max's pace, always coming second or third as per the instructions of your engineer. For a moment you thought, what was the point of winning if you weren't going to win again?

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You were still determined. Beating your own teammate would be hard. But you weren't a stranger to the idea. You had spent years trying to beat Lewis while purposely being the support for him to win. They were two actions they didn't go together but it had happened.

That being said, the venture was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. In fact, it had caused a full collision with Lewis in the first lap of the Qatar Grand Prix.

You were so focused on beating Max you hadn't taken a second to look around you.

"What the fuck was that?" Lewis' voice invaded the air as he barged into your driver's room, ridden with sweat and still in his racing gear.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't see you. It was my fault. End of story," You told him curtly, not really wanting talk to Lewis any further.

"Damn right, you didn't see me. You could've taken me or anyone out! Are you so fucking stuck up your ass that you couldn't see me?" Lewis asked incredulously.

You scoffed at his accusation. It was true. But you didn't like when the truth fell from his lips... especially not when they sounded like that.

"Lewis, drop it. No one got hurt. Let's just move on okay?" You queried, annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Why? Can't handle the truth, L/N?" He laughed gently, almost mocking you. "Right... you were always like that."

You snapped your head towards him, raising a sharp brow. "Excuse me?" You spat as if to say he was becoming dangerously close to crossing a line he did not want to cross.

Lewis folded his arms, shrugging nonchalantly. "What? You don't like the truth. It's simple. I told you that you need to be stronger because you're too soft-hearted. And you hated that. And now that I'm telling you that you're selfish, you obviously can't handle it."

"Oh my God, you are one to talk. Lewis, you are so blinded by your arrogance that you can't see anyone else win. That's why you can't accept that I won right?"

"Not Abu Dhabi, aga–"

"Yes, Lewis, Abu Dhabi again. You are so fucking sour about losing that even when the hate targeted me, you let it. You let them say that my win was due to race and gender. Me, Lewis, out of all people, me."

No matter your differences, you had stuck up for Lewis on many accounts when it came to the FIA, 'fans', and haters. But he wasn't there for you.

You could see dark expression fall onto Lewis' face. "That's not true, Y/N."

"Then what was it Lewis?" You flailed your hands in exasperation. "Because you sure as hell didn't come to my aid."

"Because you didn't deserve it!"

You blinked blankly, arms falling to your side. Your mind took a minute to process the words that had fallen from his lips in mere seconds.

Lewis' face dropped as realisation struck him. What the fuck did he just say? "Y/N, I–"

"Get out," You grumbled.

Lewis did a double-take on the fresh line of tears accumulating on your waterline. He took a step closer to you, hands reaching out. "No, no, no, Y/N, I–" But your words made him stop.

"Lewis, get the fuck out of here before I start screaming like the bitch everyone thinks I am."

You watched Lewis return his hands to the side, clenching his jaw tightly as he made way to the door of your room. He stopped briefly, hesitating to open the door, taking one last glance at you before leaving.

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Four days.

You had pondered in deep thought for four days. And after 72 hours, one thing had become obvious to you.

Lewis wasn't with you or any of the other drivers. He was still in 2021, right where you had left him. Not a second had gone by for Lewis where he hadn't thought about Abu Dhabi.

What if he had just pushed for Bono and Toto to get him in that pit lane?

What if he had veered the car a little to the side and you didn't overtake him?

Lewis was still reliving the worst moment of his career and his life and everyone had moved on. Sure, every fan and commentator talked about it time to time. But it was something of the past.

To say you didn't deserve your championship title... you had heard it from several 'fans' and insignificant others. But to hear it from Lewis? It fucking killed you.

You cared about his opinion more than anyone in the world. And he knew that.

You would've never said anything as shitty as that to him or anyone for that matter.

You had worked your ass off to get to F1. Fuck, you had won F2 two fucking times because no one was willing to let a girl on their team... into a man's sport. Every driver worked hard to a certain degree. But you were a girl who didn't grow up with the means of driving yourself to your death every day. If everyone worked hard, you had worked ten times harder.

Everyone knew that you and Lewis had fought. And by the looks of it, they also knew it was far worse than your normal fights. You wouldn't look at him, you refused to speak to him, you spent minimal time in the same room, you had even paid your media fines in full to avoid everyone...

Max had even become some sort of bodyguard, telling Lewis to turn back around when he neared the Red Bull garage.

All of this protection, and yet, he had still found you in your favourite place. The one you both came to when you needed to become level-headed. The top stand of any empty Grand Prix, in this case the México Grand Prix, where the air felt a little bit cooler against your heated skin and you could think for even it was for just a second.

You sucked in a sharp breath, seeing Lewis in your periphery while you were firmly seated. He looked nervous, chewing on his bottom lip and taking cautious glances at you.

"Hey," Lewis greeted, making you raise a brow at his lame entrance.

You forced yourself to look at the rest of the empty seats in front of you. "Hey," You mumbled back, trying to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth.

An unsettling silence enveloped the both of you. You were sure Lewis was here to apologise. But you could also tell he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not in a selfish way. But in the most guiltiest way possible.

You sighed. "How are you?" You asked gently, peeking out of the corner of your eye.

Lewis winced at your question. Leave it up to you to still be this kind after what he had said to you. "Sorry. I'm so so sorry," He rasped, voice raw with the pain that had been gnawing away at him ever since those god forbidden words had left his mouth.

You nodded slowly, taking another deep breath. "I know you're going to call me soft-hearted but what you said really fucking hurt, Lew," You jested with a brief smile.

Lewis grimaced at your poor humour, before his ears perked up at the old nickname you had given him when you first started getting on each other's nerves. "I know. I'm an idiot for saying something like that. Or that you're soft-hearted. You've worked so hard for all of this. You absolutely deserve everything and that win was only the first of many, I'm a hundred percent sure of it. Your Dutch shortie doesn't really know what's coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile after huffing in amusement at his diss towards Max. "Thank you," you told him earnestly. "Although, I am quite positive he is like almost ten centimetres taller than you. But, thanks anyways."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Have you seen me? You don't think I give off tall energy?"

"You mean tall in insults?" You joked, grinning at the blank look on Lewis' face.

Lewis sighed. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean any of it. And by 'it', I mean all of the insults and fights. I was just disappointed in myself. Even more so that I didn't stand up for you. I'm so sorry."

You drew your eyebrows together, turning your body to face him. Confusion filled you. "Then why did you say it at all?"

"I–" Lewis blew out a small laugh. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Lewis, can you not see me dying here? Like a whole kitchen set of knives in my back?" You deadpanned.

Lewis rolled his eyes again. So dramatic.

He brought his hands together, staring at you briefly before looking at the empty stand. "Well, obviously, I heard of you before you joined Mercedes. I thought it was ridiculous that you had to get two F2 championships to get a seat, but anyways, I digress. Toto told me, he was considering you even though you had never been in the junior team.

And I remember just being so fucking jealous of you. Toto was consumed by you. He and Horner had been fighting for your seat for so long and now that they finally had an open seat, it was chaos. Toto won, obviously. And then we met each other in person for the first time and I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

You felt your heart begin to race and your skin heat at the sudden proclamation. "You... you what?"

Lewis smoothly glossed over the compliment. "And then we had our first quali together and you beat me. You got pole on your first race. So you were talented and beautiful. A crime, might I add.

And so when you came to tell me, you were so excited with all your talent and beauty, I was pissed. Because out of all things in the world, I had gotten an amazing competitor I was bound to feel for. I thought that by saying you were soft-hearted and all, it would get on your bad side and it would make me less attracted to you. It didn't. It got worse while it got easier to pretend to hate you."

You blinked blankly at him, cheeks aflame. Lewis Hamilton liked you. Your stupid teammate? The same one who's eighth championship you arguably took? "I'm sorry... hold up, we've been fighting for years because I'm a hot, talented, gifted, smart driver and you're a simp?"

Lewis squinted his brown eyes at you. "I did not include all those adjectives."

"I mean... that's basically what you said," You shrugged, flickering your eyes to the setting sun.

Where did all the damn cool air go? You wondered, pressing your hands to your flushed cheeks and feeling your soft palm absorb the molten lava known as your skin.

Lewis chuckled, picking up your flustered reaction quickly. He watched as you suddenly stood up. "Okay, well I'm... I'm going to meet Hugh and find a way to beat Max. See ya!"

Lewis paused, grabbing your wrist. "Wait? What? You aren't going comment about what I just said?"

You eyed his hold on your wrist: it was searing you. You turned to him, lowering your head to meet his gaze. You briefly looked down at his lips before looking back up. "I think I prefer hating you."

Lewis felt you press your lips on his cheek before walking past him. He watched your retreating figure, your kiss feeling heavy on his face, putting him right where you had left him: absolutely and utterly smitten.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[superm4ks]

I can’t decide what my fav Russell quote has been throughout this whole thing because it’s. Been. Genuinely of the most pure cases of complete headloss I’ve witnessed from him but we gotta recap because it’s just too good.

Also can’t get over how still in Qatar he made a joke out of it in the presser that Max did made a lil snide remark about him not even making the corner leaving the stewards but it didn’t matter anyway because his start ((and Lewis’ ‼️ he can’t help himself it’s crazy)) was terrible so whtvr . Emblematic but I won’t say tm. He says this shit wid a smile on his face. A week later hes on a mission against bullying the literal verge of tears because Max traumatized the merc juniors ((???😭😭😭😭))) and his nephew ((😭😭)) who’s on TikTok but has exclusive access to what was said in the stewards room and was very distressed ((PLEASE HELLO)). Max is traumatizing these young drivers and setting a bad example and it’s time somebody puts an end to this EVIL dangerous … umm wait lemme check the tape .. 4 time world champion most penalized driver since the system got introduced who came back from 20 seconds on his head in Mexico to flip the title in his favor from p17 in one of the finest wet races in Interlagos and then won the title in an off pace machine that wud have been dragged to a wdc without its first dominant run before Miami regardless thru pure expertise alone . No we gotta stop this fool this is an awful embassador of the sport.

Hey btw y’all remember when the gpda director along wid the drivers as a collective posted an statement on ig asking for grown men to be treated as such and for consistency in stewarding thru better officiating. So this ‘union leader’ unprompted said a ((fired)) race director wud have ‘feared for his life in 2021’ if Max hadn’t won, explicitly accused Max of getting away wid murder because he isn’t ‘penalized enough’, brought up situations like Hungary and Mexico which directly led to the statement that HE put out as the gpda director. Guess that shit don’t apply if 1 the bitches u represent perhaps wid respect, maybe, just a tad, hurt ur feelings.

Russell left the stewards room wid no problem wid Max ((his own words)) then as soon as he learned Max in fact had a problem wid HIM bro waited a week to let us know , and I’ll remind u that this is about a decision Max felt George fucked him over and expressed himself accordingly, that 25% of Red Bull employees sent out their resumes to other teams after Budapest. Thank u drama alert . I’m crying

ALSO . Can’t get over this 1 in particular. He now has Torger .. TORGER. who spent 2024 courting Verstappen in frankly increasingly unhinged ways putting out statements that his children are also traumatized by Max’s language and overall person and siding wid Ben Sulayem on the swearing thing. This an union leader who got his feelings hurt and immediately abandoned most of the ideals expressed in the first union statement his association put out in YEARS going as far as to allow his camp to side wid the President of the federation that’s actively working to undermine him politically and strip away his workers rights. And what truly gets me man. He never denied Max’s claims. He goes straight into the whole ‘max said he wud put my head in a wall’ and into anti bullying 2021 masi my tiktoker nephew has ptsd yadda yadda nonsense but he doesn’t touch Qatar. He knows he cant acknowledge Max’s actual complaints regarding his behavior in Qatar because he went into that stewards room wanting Max’s pole stripped away for his own gain and had no issue contributing to an egregious stewarding decision because it benefited him even if it meant lying and contributing to an issue hes trying to address as the gpda director.

It’s crazy because ik from the moment Max went on his post race tirade and got personal that George wud be spooked into reverting to the narrative all these lil drivers run back to when faced wid direct criticism from Verstappen which is that hes a bully and actually do u remember that time he was so evil etc. Like unfortunately for George this too shall pass and just like Qatar it didn’t fucking matter what Max told him or didn’t because he fucked his start and Max didn’t and went on to win the race. because Max says his piece and he locks that judgement in the back of his mind, he gets into the car and he’ll have the last word written on rubber because hes a racing driver. U can’t do that. U don’t have the facilities to do that. Ur moving like a politician because that’s all u can resort to. Let’s c how that works for u wid the lil Italian Senna blowing up the joint next year. Ive heard hes a real wheeler too. Kisses

[charles-leclerc-official]

Formula 1 Drivers as Supernatural Episodes

I have selected 2 episodes from the CW's hit show Supernatural for each driver in the 2024 F1 season. Enjoy!

These are episodes I feel fits a driver's personality/vibe/style/history and are meant to be complimentary. This is very vibes based XD

Presented in team order <3 (also I guess spn spoilers warning)

Charles Leclerc: Lazarus Rising x The Man Who Would Be King

Charles and the angel Castiel have a lot in common. Charles is seen as this figure that is leading Ferrari currently and into the future and his first season in Ferrari was iconic (Lazarus Rising) Dare I say some of his drives have been as insane as pulling a man out of hell. However it's been a bumpy road and the burdens of one of the most iconic teams is enough to try the patience of any man (The Man Who Would Be King) There are a lot of faith and religious parallels to be made here. If there was one driver insane enough to try to single-handedly fix heaven (Ferrari) Charles is that driver. Also you could cast him as Cas and I don't think anyone would complain. I could go on about the Charles-Cas parallels but we do have to get to the rest of the grid, so he gets two stand-out Castiel episodes.

Carlos Sainz: Trial and Error x The Devil You Know

Carlos sometimes smashes through plans like a hammer, sometimes you need schemes other times you need to throw them out the window and start punching (The Devil You Know). He's also been through the Ferrari trials which is no small feat, often requiring a lot of pressure and sacrifice (Trial and Error). I also feel like he could wrestle a hellhound and come out winning.

Lewis Hamilton: Swan Song x First Born

I felt that one of the most iconic final battles in Supernatural of Swan Song was fitting to encapsulate Lewis' many hard fought WDCs. In addition to First Born, where Dean goes to take the mantle of the mark of Cain from a man who keeps bees in his retirement (Lewis taking WDC from Seb parallels) Both massive turning points in the show and iconic, like Lewis. A lot of small plot and emotional beats in these two that really touch on some career moments.

George Russell: Defending Your Life x Girls Girls Girls

If there was any driver on the grid who would enter into a legal battle against an ancient god and win it's George Russell (Defending Your Life). Additionally George is one of the few who could pull off witchcraft with ease while looking iconic doing so (Girls, Girls, Girls) I just think George and Rowena would get along and get up to some trouble with the book of the damned.

Max Verstappen: The Executioner’s Song x In The Beginning

The parallels of young talent coming in to take down the former bearer of the mark of Cain to Max's 2021 WDC are strong. It was hard, it was messy, and it was one hell of a fight (The Executioner’s Song). Then we have more emotional nuance (In The Beginning) a guy who just likes cars and is kind of old school about them too. These episodes are nuanced and plot centric and that felt fitting. The vibes are here you have to trust me on this.

Sergio Perez: Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven x Criss Angel is a Douchebag

Do not underestimate Checo, much like you should not underestimate an arch angel that is related to you, and yet. The parallels between Adam, the third Winchester brother, and Checo are not lost, especially in meta context (Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven). Then of course Checo does have a flair and charm about him, he can pull a trick or two out of a car when people least expect (Criss Angel is a Douchebag).

Fernando Alonso: Good God Y’all x Weekend at Bobby’s

Fernando is chaos, he's here to cause unapologetic trouble, if he were to be a horseman of the apocalypse he'd be War and he'd have a hell of a time (Good God Y'all). Of course if there was one driver on the grid I know could figure out how to get his soul back from a demon after selling his soul in the first place Fernando would be that driver (Weekend at Bobby's) Naturally there are many Nando and Bobby parallels.

Lance Stroll: Scoobynatural x Hibbing 911

Of all the drivers on the grid at risk of getting sucked into a children’s cartoon I feel like Lance is at the top of the list (Scoobynatural). In addition I think he would be the chill hunter just casually explaining that ghosts are real to Scooby and the gang. Lance would also reluctantly become a vampire hunter if they invaded his small community (Hibbing 911) And he very much reminds me of both Donna and Jody in various ways.

Oscar Piastri: About a Boy x Jack in the Box

I feel like Oscar would be a good witch hunter, I also think if he was hit with a de-aging spell he'd be able to handle it and not panic and figure out how to get out of that situation, worry about the soul crushing curse later (About a Boy). And of course with the way his second season in F1 has been going it very much feels like Mclaren have been holding back a young driver from reaching his potential because they are afraid of his capabilities, you could say they have been putting a nephilim in a box designed to hold back his power (Jack in the Box). Also I cannot be the only one who sees the Jack and Oscar resemblance.

Lando Norris: Swap Meet x I Know What You Did Last Summer

Tell me Lando would not somehow end up practicing black magic accidentally on purpose and somehow survive (Swap Meet). That and I think he would also really like this episode in general. I feel like the duality between Ruby and Anna presented in I know What You Did Last Summer captures a very specific vibe about Lando, is he the demon trying to trick a guy into drinking his blood? Or is he the angel that decided to become human because he was done with heaven's shit? Depends on the day honestly.

Kevin Magnussen: Rock Never Dies x Survival of the Fittest

If there was any driver on the grid that would make crashing the Impala part of the plan to take down eldritch monsters it would be Kmag (Survival of the Fittest). Rock Never Dies just fits Kevin, iconic, villainous, Lucifer comes back a second time and is ready to cause chaos. The whole vibe of this episode is insane and it fits Kevin's particular brand of heart and unique driving. He's loud, you are not going to forget he's there, you should be afraid.

Nico Hulkenberg: Shut Up Dr Phil x My Heart Will Go On

Nico just has the look of a man who would time travel to get rid of a single Celine Dion song (My Heart Will Go On). He does have a lot in common with Balthazar, fun loving but powerful and can execute a plan, he might just end up adding his own flair to it. And I think Nico's spats with others are not frequent, but when they do happen they are memorable (Shut Up Dr Phil) Plus he reminds me of these old witches who have been married a few centuries and keep the chaos alive.

Ollie Bearman: The Girl with the Dungeon and Dragons Tattoo x Reading is Fundamental

Including Ollie in the Haas section since he's raced for them the most this year on the F1 grid. But his story starts as the young talent called at the last minute to solve a huge problem, driving a Ferrari in Jeddah with an hour of practice. I'd say that's similar to being suddenly asked to single-handedly go against some of the most dangerous monsters in the world with no training in monster fighting (The Girl with the Dungeon and Dragons Tattoo) but also being surprisingly good at it. Then we have another team needing young talent to step up and drive their car when things were down, you could say Ollie is in advanced placement in terms of being an F1 rookie now (Reading is Fundamental) I think the Ollie Kevin Tran comparisons are strong. Overall these two episodes of young talent needed at the last minute to save the day really sum up Ollie's 2024 F1 experience.

Yuki Tsunoda: The Gamblers x A Little Slice of Kevin

Sometimes luck is on Yuki's side, and often times it feels like it's not. But then again he's been fighting and sticking around longer than most other drivers in the face of more bad luck than one man should deal with, so perhaps he's won against an old roman god for a bit of luck, who's to say (The Gamblers). Then we get to the duality in A Little Slice of Kevin, young talent being used as a pawn in the larger scheme of Red Bull, more likely than you'd think. Is he escaping purgatory or being captured by demons? Probably both.

Daniel Ricciardo: Frontierland x Blood Brother

I know one thing about Danny, he would time travel back to the wild west to hunt down a rare monster no questions asked. He would bring his own cowboy hat as well (Frontierland). Danny also has that quality of guy who doesn't ask for much, so when he asks for a favor you gotta help. He also does have similar vibes to Benny, don't tell me he wouldn't make a great southern vampire (Blood Brother).

Liam Lawson: War of the Worlds x Bad Day at Black Rock

Similar to Yuki, Liam's luck is a tricky thing. He was in a will he won't he situation at Red Bull for so long. If he had a rabbit's foot he kept losing and picking up again I wouldn't be surprised (Bad Day at Black Rock). I think the episode really captures that kind of swinging pendulum of luck his junior career has seen. Then of course now he's been called to the seat he's caught up in a pretty intense battle at the end of the season, with a lot of demands being made on top of the constant turmoil within the team. Imagine Lucifer is telling you not to do a spell another powerful arch angel is commanding you to do, I feel like that about sums up how he's been thrown into F1 (War of the Worlds).

Alex Albon: Heart x It’s A Terrible Life

Alex was a rookie that went under the radar, at first, but something bigger was brewing in the background and then boom he was suddenly at the center of the driver market and was thrown into the spotlight. A feeling reflected in It's A Terrible Life. Alex is also the type of try to help someone against all odds, even when they seem impossible (Heart). Also I am not denying I am possibly calling him a werewolf fucker, here but tell me I'm wrong.

Logan Sargeant: Jump the Shark x Dog Dean Afternoon

Logan would do well being able to communicate with a dog and would adapt well to taking on dog-like traits to solve a case (Dog Dean Afternoon) I don't even think he'd question it. Forgotten, overlooked, massively unlucky I don't think there is a better Supernatural parallel for Logan than season 4 Adam (Jump the Shark). He was a great guy who got caught in the middle of something dangerous and paid the price.

Franco Colapinto: Red Sky at Morning x Sharp Teeth

Franco is one of the guys who I just think would be able to make it work for him if he were accidentally turned into a werewolf. He'd take a few months off, come back and be totally fine (Sharp Teeth). I cannot fully explain but Franco does give me Bella vibes, the mix of mischief and amusing self confidence perhaps, or maybe he just has the look of an international occult thief? (Red Sky at Morning) He'd be able to steal rare artifacts using his looks and charm I know that.

Valtteri Bottas: Party On Garth x Everybody Loves a Clown

Valtteri strikes me as the most like Garth. Fun, a little silly, but good at his job and scary when he needs to be (Party On Garth). His methods may seem a little out there but he gets the job done. How could I not include the introduction of the best mullet on Supernatural? I know Valtteri would love Ash and call him #mulletgoals (Everybody Loves a Clown). Another character who seems a little unserious out of the profession but Ash is brilliant and knows how to lock in.

Zhou Guanyu: Hunteri Heroici x Wayward Sisters

Zhou would 100% interrogate that cat and get information. He's probably an expert (Hunteri Heroici). I think his level headed mindset would also really help in a case where the world is literally going Loony toons. Zhou also has been through it, but is strong, and iconic in his unique way (Wayward Sisters). He's been fighting an uphill battle in that Sauber car, new hunter learning on the job has a similar experience, add a little dimension hopping in there for flavor.

Esteban Ocon: Beyond the Mat x Hollywood Babylon

Esteban is a sweetheart but do not be fooled, he absolutely would take down his childhood hero if he needed to (Beyond the Mat). I also think that he'd absolutely be one of those hunters looking for all the old Hollywood ghosts, he'd be an expert about which myths were real or fake and have that locked down over there (Hollywood Babylon).

Pierre Gasly: Monster Movie x Simon Said

I am not saying Pierre is a shapeshifter, but I am saying that if he was he'd be doing the over the top camp and theatrics seen in Monster Movie. Also he like Dean has a way of finding out how to have fun even when things are extremely stressful. If he did have mind control powers he'd use them for good or not use them at all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use them or that he's not strong (Simon Said).

That's the end! Thank you for reading. This was just something silly I have been working on. It's mostly vibes based but I had a lot of fun putting it together.

*Carry on Wayward Son + F1 theme mashup starts playing*

[verstakult]

qatar gp 2024: penalties and safety cars galore indeed. here is an attempted compilation of all the notable incidents and penalties (+ penalty points) that fia threw around like free cookies

im attempting this in a chronological order following the issuance of the penalties but. they were so many things happening so whatever we ball. and as always thank you my fantastic f1 mother @missed-apexes

so first of all. we all know of the max one position grid penalty (+1 pp) but of course, he beautifully overtook george right off in turn 1! love that for him

first crash, esteban, franco, and nico collision. franco and esteban were out, nico slightly damaged (?)

first penalty issued in the race: alex & lance collision. stroll retires eventually, while getting a 10s penalty. he might serve this next race?

lewis hamilton had a false start. 5s penalty.

bottas and lawson near-collision(?). apparently liam understeered/spun and bottas had to go wide to avoid. liam gets 10s penalty (+2 pp).

insert zhou's very magnificent overtaking yuki!

george was consistently on p2 and pitted but was fucked over by his 7s pit stop. rest in rip.

alex's wing mirror fell on the track. the shot of the singular mirror lying there on the track was comical but the delay of sc or any actions taken about it is insane even the commentators were confused

bottas drove over the wing mirror, got damage. the debris fluttered all over the track and caused puncture to lewis and sainz.

safety car for the debris was finally deployed 4 LAPS LATE (wtf race control)

perez lost drive, dropped to the last from what i remember was p5-6, and retired. not sure if this was during or after the safety car ended.

nico hulkenberg also out. his tyres just. gave out and he spun. at this point survival is optional in the qatar gp.

another safety car here. perez riding the scooter can be seen

lando not lifting during double waved yellow flags on the straights (this happened before the sc was deployed for the debris). 10s stop/go penalty (+3 pp). this was a massive gamechanger for the podium as he was stable on p2. and a stop/go specifically... well, as a mclaren hater i rejoiced. (3 penalty points is crazy though)

another collision for alex, with k-mag this time. 10s penalty (+2 pp) for alex.

lewis apparently did a lil speeding in the pitlane. drive-through penalty.

lewis was told to retire the car but ignored it.

george did a sc infringement (which i did not see so im not sure what exactly happened). a fia update stated his car was more than 20 car lengths behind, when it is supposed to be 10. 5s penalty (+1 pp).

DRIVER OF THE DAY: ZHOU GUANYU (P8) im so happy for him. literally carried kick's points this season (4 points).

podium result: max p1, charles p2, oscar p3, and it's insane charles did all that without drinking because his drinking system broke. forza ferrari.

charles is now only 8 points behind norris in the wdc!

birth of gax/rustappen beef ;

outside race bonus: max being extremely pissed at george, saying he's lost all respect for him and can't stand him because "he's always acting polite in front of cameras but inside there he's a completely different person." gax beef in 2024... interesting.

edit: addition on the last point as requested by oomf, in the press conference max stated that george was trying all he can to screw max over and pushing for the penalty. max kept trying to explain he has no motives to screw other cars over, and he's going slow following other cars' slow laps, but it felt like talking to a wall. basically, max called george a fake two-faced bitch (he didn't say this but you know what i mean) and lost all respect to him.

funny to note that this is max's 63rd win.

it is also worth noting that before the race, max had told george on the drivers parade holding room, something along the lines of "hope you and your fia mates are happy with what you've done." and according to ted the quote was actually much ruder. POP OFF

max has unfollowed george on instagram nevermind folks apparently max never followed him

stats summary ;

5 dnfs

8 penalties (incl. max's)

3 safety cars

4 collisions

9 penalty points issued (incl. max's)

1 beef

fia really said fuck your british bias allegations and went on rage mode. what the hell lmao. also shoutout to williams mechanics. you all deserve so much bonuses.

(will update more once fia docs start rolling in).

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hiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!! im like drunk rn but can you write smth about sainz or leclerc or norris or piastri about desi(bengali pls) reader being an introvert who gets drunk and starts rambling with them and they take care of her and she talks to them about random things and she's just really comfprtable with them and they take care of her? SORRYYYY TYSMMMM ILYYYY

Funny thing? I am a Bengali 😅 and since I write for our dear Monegasque Prince, Smooth Operator and Aussie boy (he is leading the WDC 🥺🤭)—I will try writing for Lando too (I can’t usually capture his playful nature, but I tried). I also included Max and Lewis because I write for them too and I thought the idea was very cute (hope you don’t mind)

Also, for you—my first F1 request (thank you so so much for it), I am doing all four 😉

Also, if anyone else wants to request…PLEASE DOOOOO. Desi or otherwise. And also, PLEASSEEEE DOOO let me know if you liked it or not in the comments 🙏🏻 (alright, I ranted a lot in this)

Drunken Introvert = Cute Chaos

Formula One Drivers x Drunk!Bengali!Reader

Includes: Carlos Sainz Jr. • Oscar Piastri • Charles Leclerc • Lando Norris • Lewis Hamilton • Max Verstappen

Warnings: Suggestive (for our Smooth Operator and Mad Max), I kind of went over the board with Lando, Lewis and Max (I might have leaned into my own non-drunk-yet-intoxicated mood), Reader used salt for brownies instead of sugar (Lando one), Bengali words and little quirks, Google translated French (Charles). Overall? Fluff.

55. Carlos Sainz Jr.

The vibrant lights of the club flickered like neon fireflies, casting fractured hues across the Spaniard’s face as he rolled his eyes—more amused than annoyed. With a firm yet gentle grip, he guided the woman clinging to him through the throng of dancing bodies and towards the exit, where the muffled thump of bass gave way to the night’s quiet hum.

Outside, the cool breeze wrapped around them like silk, brushing against their flushed skin. Parked under the blanket of a star-strewn sky was his Ferrari 812 Superfast, matte grey and glinting like a predator in moonlight. It waited for him like a loyal companion—silent, sleek, and beautiful. He knew it was her favourite from his modest collection, a fact she never hid, though she usually treated the car with almost reverent care.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, his usually reserved girlfriend had been replaced by a giggling, slightly incoherent version of herself, thanks to one too many gin and tonics. Her hair was a tousled halo, earrings buried somewhere deep in his pockets, heels dangling from his fingers. One of her arms was slung lazily around his waist, her laughter spilling out freely as she leaned into him.

“Oh my God, Carlos,” she squealed, eyes lighting up at the sight of the car. Her legs wobbled like those of a newborn fawn as she tiptoed toward the Ferrari, fingertips trailing along its curves. A grin split her gloss-smudged lips. “She is such a beauty.”

Carlos smirked, amused, and strolled over, unlocking the car with a soft click. He opened the passenger door and steadied her as she slid in—barefoot and glowing under the moonlight. He placed her heels at her feet and reached across to buckle her in, despite her mild protests.

“But it’s tight!” she pouted, wriggling like a child. “It’s supposed to be, princesa,” (princess) he murmured, giving her a firm look.

She huffed, crossing her arms with exaggerated defiance. He shut the door with a quiet chuckle, circled the car, and slid behind the wheel with fluid grace. Before starting the engine, he leaned over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was low, intimate.

“But this car doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

She gawked at him, disbelief written all over her flushed face. “Take it back,” she muttered, glaring sideways at him.

He only grinned wider. “No.”

“This is customised, boka!” (Stupid) she whined, throwing her arms up dramatically. “Look at the matte grey finish, the red highlights, the black dashboard. It literally has ‘Smooth Operator’ engraved on the door sills!”

Carlos’s chuckle deepened, his hand reaching over to rest gently on her thigh.

“Don’t forget the floor mats with the ‘55’ branding,” he added, voice laced with mischief.

That made her pause, lips twitching as if trying to hold back another rant. But before she could continue, the Ferrari rolled to a smooth stop by the side of the road, bathed in the soft golden wash of a streetlamp.

She blinked, head tilting curiously. “Why did we stop?”

Carlos turned to her, smile spreading slowly across his face like fire catching silk. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a velvet whisper.

“How about we go home… I make you a fresh lemonade… and then remind you exactly why you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing a shade deeper, lips parting with a soft gasp. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, tender and fleeting.

“Pronto, niña,” (soon, little girl) he murmured, before settling back into his seat like he hadn’t just promised a very eventful end to their evening.

After all, the night was still young—and so were they.

81. Oscar Piastri

Oscar sighed in resignation at the sharp thud behind him—a saucepan hitting the kitchen floor—followed by a soft squeak and a giggle that could only belong to one person. He didn’t even need to turn around to know what had happened. He just hoped the pan had been empty and that his absurdly inebriated girlfriend hadn’t managed to injure herself in the process.

He pivoted slowly, nose scrunching at the scene before him—not out of irritation, but to suppress the grin threatening to spread across his face. There it was: the saucepan, face-down on the tiled floor, miraculously empty. And there she was, hunched over the counter, one hand clamped over her mouth as she tried—and failed—to muffle her laughter.

Oscar folded his arms. “And what did I say about you going anywhere near the stove?”

His voice was calm, edged with amusement, as he walked around the counter, picked up the fallen pan, and set it back in place. He moved with practiced ease, filling it with water and setting it to boil, before reaching for the mortar and pestle.

“To not be near it?” she mumbled, sheepishly.

He didn’t need to glance at her to know she was looking down at her bare feet, fingers tugging at the sleeves of the oversized hoodie he’d given her to wear after he’d all but shoved her into the shower the moment they’d gotten home from the party. Lando, in his infinite wisdom, had challenged her to a drinking competition—never suspecting that despite being an introvert and not much of a drinker, his girlfriend’s Bengali pride and competitiveness wouldn’t let her back down. Oscar should’ve known better.

“And what did you do?” he asked, half-exasperated, half-entertained.

“I went to near it,” she confessed, barely suppressing another laugh.

Oscar chuckled under his breath, beginning to grind the clove and cardamom with deliberate care. He peeled and diced a small piece of ginger, dropping the aromatics into the now-bubbling water. The kitchen filled with warm, spiced notes that curled through the air like a lullaby.

He turned and crooked a finger at her. “C’mere.”

She obeyed without hesitation, shuffling over like a moth to a flame. Once she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into the solid warmth of his chest, resting his chin gently on the top of her damp head.

And immediately scrunched his nose.

“Did you use my shampoo?”

The way she buried her face in his chest, embarrassed, gave him all the answer he needed. He laughed softly, nosing into her hair again just for the drama of it, before tugging her gently along with him to the fridge.

“Bold and malty,” he said as he retrieved the milk, “or more fruity, floral notes?”

He let her go and reached up into the cabinet, pulling down two clearly labeled containers of tea. He looked back just in time to see her face twist in concentration as if he’d asked her to solve a riddle instead of pick a tea.

“Darjeeling,” she finally announced with a sage nod, peeking over his shoulder as he scooped the delicate leaves into the boiling mix. The scent immediately deepened, familiar and nostalgic.

It was the same chai she’d taught him to make months ago, when a nasty cold had her homesick and miserable, and nothing in the Western world could quite match the taste of home. She’d guided him through the process with a congested voice and sleepy eyes—and now he could make it by heart.

She wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her cheek against his back. He felt her smile before he heard her start to talk.

“You know, my mother used to make chai like this every morning. Every single day. Until Dad got that new job, and we had to start moving around a lot. Then she started teaching dance again in the mornings, and we got Sabitri didi to help out around the house. She made the best Aloo Bhaja, oh my god—thin and crispy and salty, the kind you eat with your fingers right from the pan.”

Oscar smiled as he stirred, letting her voice flow over him like music. He didn’t interrupt—just strained the tea and poured it into her favourite cup. It looked like an earthen clay cup from Kolkata’s tea stalls and had something written on it in Bengali—something he couldn’t read and wasn’t brave enough to ask her to translate. He kind of liked the mystery.

“You’ve never cooked it for me,” he said as he handed her the cup.

“The Alo—?” “Aloo Bhaja,” she corrected, giggling as he kissed her temple.

“Please get drunk more often?” he teased, his voice low, warm.

She took a sip of chai, hummed in contentment, and leaned into him again.

“No promises,” she whispered.

But she smiled the kind of smile that said she just might.

16. Charles Leclerc

Charles had barely managed to unlock the apartment door when the weight clinging to his arm wobbled dangerously. He quickly steadied her, one hand gripping her waist, the other catching the handbag she almost dropped in her attempt to twirl—for reasons still unknown.

“Mon dieu…” he murmured under his breath, biting back a laugh as she looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes, like she’d just solved world peace.

“I’m not drunk,” she declared, swaying slightly.

He arched an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I only had… okay I don’t remember how many I had,” she admitted, blinking slowly. “But did you know dolphins give each other names? Like… clicky names.”

Charles closed the door behind them and sighed, locking it as she marched—barefoot now—straight to the couch, tripping over the carpet and letting out a small gasp like she’d just narrowly escaped a brush with death.

He watched her, arms crossed, as she slumped down dramatically into the cushions, his hoodie swallowing her entirely. She’d swapped her heels for one of his oversized Ferrari hoodies the second they got in the car, muttering something about “fabric oppression” and “heels are tools of colonial capitalism.”

She looked up at him now, hair in a messy bun that had mostly collapsed into a halo of soft chaos, a goofy smile spreading across her lips.

“You look like a prince,” she said dreamily, squinting. “No. Like a cinnamon roll. But like. A French cinnamon roll. So you’re… a pain au chocolat.”

Charles laughed then, really laughed, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen and started boiling water. Tea. That always helped. He doubted it would do much tonight, but it gave him something to do with his hands while he listened to her monologue from the living room.

“Have you ever had jhalmuri?” she shouted, voice muffled slightly by the cushion she was now face-planting into. “You have to try it. It’s like… spicy popcorn and chaos in a bowl. My dida (grandmother) used to say it could cure heartbreak.”

“Do you have heartbreak right now?” Charles asked gently as he crushed some ginger, smiling when she immediately popped up to sit cross-legged on the couch.

“No, I have you,” she said matter-of-factly. “But also my eyeliner smudged and that’s kind of heartbreaking. I looked so good.”

“You still look good,” he said, pouring water into the saucepan, “Smudged or not.”

She gasped. “Flirting? In this economy?”

He chuckled again, rummaging for the familiar tin of Darjeeling leaves she’d brought from Kolkata during her last visit home. She swore it was the only tea worth drinking. He didn’t argue—mostly because he agreed, and partly because she got oddly fierce about it.

“Charles?” she asked softly a moment later, suddenly quiet.

He turned, expecting another philosophical musing or a weird fact about cats, but her eyes had softened.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

His expression gentled. He crossed the room with the steaming mug of tea, kneeling in front of her to hand it over. She cradled it carefully, warming her hands, looking at him with the kind of tipsy sincerity that made his chest ache in the best way.

“You always take care of me,” she murmured, eyes glassy now for a different reason. “Even when I’m annoying. Even when I talk too much or cry at stupid movies or eat all your chocolate.”

“You’re never annoying,” he said seriously. “And the chocolate is technically ours.” She giggled, sniffling once. “That’s so romantic.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Finish your tea, chérie. Then we’ll get you into bed.”

“I don’t wanna move,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his shoulder as he sat beside her.

“Okay. We stay here.”

She nodded, half-asleep already, cup still in hand.

“Charles?”

“Mm?”

“Did you know crows can recognize human faces?”

“…I didn’t.”

“Well now you do.”

04. Lando Norris

When Lando opened the door to his apartment, he was not expecting the faint smell of chocolate, the blaring sound of an old Bollywood song from the kitchen speaker, or the sight of his introverted girlfriend twirling in mismatched socks on the hardwood floor like she was the star of a 2000s movie.

He stood in the doorway, blinking.

“What… in the name of all things papad…?”

She gasped dramatically at the sound of his voice and whipped around, nearly slipping. “LANNNDOOO!”

That alone gave away everything he needed to know: she was drunk. Not tipsy. Not warm and fuzzy. Drunk.

He closed the door, dropped his keys in the bowl, and raised both eyebrows at her as she dramatically stomped toward him, arms open like she was about to give the speech of a lifetime.

“I made brownies,” she announced proudly.

“You made brownies?” he asked slowly.

“From a box, obviously,” she huffed, poking his chest with a chocolate-smudged finger. “Do I look like Nigella Lawson to you?”

He laughed, eyes dropping to the state of her: oversized hoodie (his), pajama shorts (also his), and what looked like a sheer layer of cocoa powder dusted across her nose.

“I thought you were staying in with the girls?” he asked, following her to the kitchen where, sure enough, there was a half-eaten tray of very suspiciously cut brownies, several dirty spoons, and an open bottle of wine.

“They left!” she said with a shrug, flopping onto a barstool. “I stayed. I drank. I got bored. So I made dessert. And now I’m listening to Kajra Re because my soul needs it.”

Lando leaned on the counter, watching her closely. “How many glasses?” She held up four fingers. Then reconsidered and added a fifth.

“Of wine?”

“No. Juice. Yes, wine! Why are you interrogating me like a CID officer?”

He snorted. “Because you look like you tried to snort brownie batter.”

She gasped, offended. “That’s racist. Somehow.”

He grinned, walking over and gently wiping the chocolate from her nose with his thumb. “You are so dramatic when you drink.”

“I’m a Bengali woman,” she sniffed. “Drama is my birthright.”

That made Lando laugh so hard he had to lean against the counter for support. She just beamed at him like she’d delivered the punchline of the century.

“Do you want a brownie?” she asked suddenly, eyes wide. “They’re kind of terrible. But made with love.” He accepted one, took a bite—and coughed immediately. “That’s salt.”

“No,” she said earnestly, “that’s Maldon sea salt. It’s gourmet.”

Lando chuckled again, tossing the rest of the brownie in the bin. “You know you’re going to regret this in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off. “But you love me, so it’s your problem.”

He looked at her—hair messy, cheeks flushed, grinning like a maniac—and felt his heart clench a little. She was usually quiet, reserved, the kind of girl who chose silence over chaos. But drunk? She had so many opinions. About food, about music, about how tragic it was that he still didn’t know the proper way to pronounce shorshe ilish.

“You’re kind of a menace,” he said fondly.

“You’re lucky I’m cute,” she replied, sipping the last of her wine straight from the bottle like a gremlin.

Lando walked over, plucked the bottle from her hand, and helped her off the stool with ease.

“Okay, come on, Gordon Ramsay. Let’s get you in bed before you redecorate the kitchen with powdered sugar again.”

She leaned heavily into him, mumbling into his shoulder

��You smell like podium champagne.”

“You smell like brownie batter and mischief,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her temple as they shuffled toward the bedroom.

As they climbed into bed, she curled into his side and whispered like it was the biggest secret in the world: “Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”

He paused. “Do you?”

“Right now I might.”

He smiled, brushing her hair back.

“Save it for tomorrow, professor.”

44. Lewis Hamilton

Lewis had only stepped out to take a call.

Just one phone call. Seven minutes.

And when he returned to the living room, he was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend standing on the couch — on the actual cushions — arms waving wildly as she delivered what appeared to be a passionate, half-sobbing monologue to her glass of wine.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t dare. He leaned silently against the doorway and waited.

“…AND I’M JUST SAYING,” she exclaimed, pointing the wine glass accusingly at the TV — which was off, by the way — “YOU DON’T LEAVE A STABLE RELATIONSHIP JUST TO TOY WITH A TOXIC EX.”

Lewis blinked. Ah. They were here.

“You mean Ferrari?” he asked mildly, already smiling.

She turned dramatically, almost losing her balance. “Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton, do not interrupt me when I’m defending your legacy.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “By all means.”

She jumped down — sort of stumbled, really — and marched toward him, hair wild, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, bare feet slapping against the hardwood.

“Ferrari is cursed,” she hissed, poking his chest like he’d personally offended her ancestry. “That team hasn’t managed strategy since Mughal India. They make beautiful cars and then sabotage themselves harder than Bollywood villains.”

Lewis bit his lip, fighting a laugh. “You’ve been watching TikTok again, haven’t you?”

“No! This is research!”

She turned and began pacing, nearly tripping on the throw rug. “Do you know how many times I’ve defended you online? To all those people calling you washed? And now you give them ammo? AMMO, LEWIS!”

He chuckled. “It’s not ammo, baby. It’s a new chapter.”

She whirled on him. “You don’t leave Mercedes for character development! This isn’t a Netflix arc, this is your career.”

He crossed his arms, watching her fondly as she continued to spiral. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyeliner slightly smudged from rubbing her eyes earlier — she’d said something about ‘tears of betrayal’ when the announcement dropped. That had been three hours and two glasses of wine ago. Maybe six.

“You built Mercedes,” she went on, words slurring slightly now. “You made them a dynasty. You carried them like a Bengali mother carrying groceries up four flights of stairs.”

Lewis laughed out loud at that one, covering his face.

“And now,” she growled, stomping back to him and grabbing the front of his hoodie, “you’re willingly walking into a team that’s allergic to winning.”

“It’s Ferrari,” he murmured. “It’s passion. Legacy. Romance.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That sounds like what every guy says before ruining his life for a pretty Italian girl.”

He wheezed. “So now Ferrari’s a woman?”

“She would be. Wearing red. Smiling sweetly while Charles finishes P5 behind both McLarens.”

Lewis pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You’re cute when you’re furious.”

“I’m not furious, I’m devastated.” Her voice cracked — so dramatically that he half-wondered if she was actually auditioning for something. “What if they don’t give you a car worthy of you? What if their pit wall gives you hard tyres when you need softs? What if you—you, the seven-time world champion—end up fighting for points instead of podiums?”

His expression softened.

“I’ll still be me,” he said gently. “No matter what car I’m in. You know that, right?”

She blinked up at him, lower lip wobbling slightly. “But I just want you to win. Like you deserve.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second longer.

“And you think I’d pick Ferrari if I didn’t believe I still could?”

“…You’re too good at speeches.”

“That’s why they gave me a Netflix contract,” he teased, drawing a reluctant laugh from her.

She wrapped her arms around him, face buried in his chest. “I’m still going to trash them on Twitter.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“You’re gonna look hot in red though.”

He grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

01. Max Verstappen

Max didn’t expect the wine to hit her this hard.

They’d only had dinner at home — candles, soft jazz, a shared tiramisu — and a bottle of red she insisted on picking because, “I may not know wines, but I know vibes.” He hadn’t argued. She’d looked too cute twirling in front of the wine rack like a sommelier possessed by chaos.

Now, two hours and three generous glasses later, she was lying upside down on the couch, legs dangling over the backrest, head nearly touching the floor, hair splayed like a halo of midnight around her.

“I’ve decided,” she declared dramatically, pointing at the ceiling.

Max, sitting on the rug with a controller in hand and a paused sim race on the screen, looked over his shoulder. “Decided what?”

She flipped around and dropped to the floor beside him with the grace of a sleepy kitten. “That you, Max Emilian Verstappen, are dangerous.”

He raised a brow. “Dangerous?”

She nodded solemnly. “Yes. Dangerous to the public. And to me. Specifically my mental stability.”

He chuckled. “What did I do now?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You exist. And you wear these damn Red Bull polos. With your arms. Just… out. Like a public menace.”

Max tilted his head, amusement tugging at his lips. “Are you flirting with me or accusing me of a crime?”

She leaned in, pressing a fingertip to his chest. “Both.”

Her eyes were heavy-lidded now, voice softer, words lilting with that sweet Bengali accent that only got thicker with wine. Max would be lying if he said it didn’t drive him a little crazy — in the best, most dangerous way.

“And when you talk Dutch,” she murmured, “in that low little voice when you’re annoyed or tired or trying to be quiet—ugh, I can’t with you.”

Max smirked, watching her eyes drift lazily down his chest like she was mentally cataloguing all her grievances.

“You’ve got a whole face carved by the gods,” she went on, pouting slightly. “And then you drive like that? Do you know what that does to a woman with anxiety and attachment issues?”

Max laughed, low and rough. “You’re insane.”

“I’m in love, which is worse.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry. That hit different — the kind of drunk honesty she wouldn’t dare speak aloud when sober. She blinked at him, as if realizing what she’d said, and then smiled, cheeky and unrepentant.

“…Also your hands,” she added, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his. “You have stupidly attractive hands. It’s unfair.”

Max’s eyes flicked down to their intertwined fingers. Her palm was warm in his, her thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over his skin — innocent, but intimate in a way that sent a flicker of heat down his spine.

“Are you trying to seduce me right now?” he asked, voice lower than before.

She grinned. “Is it working?”

He shifted closer, pressing his forehead to hers. “You don’t even need to try.”

She hummed contentedly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Good. Because I think I’m too drunk to stand up anyway.”

Max pulled her gently into his lap, arms wrapping around her waist as she giggled and settled against him, boneless and warm.

“You know,” she mumbled sleepily, “Bengali women are known for their passion.”

“Oh, I’m very aware.”

“And their temper.”

“That too.”

She peeked up at him, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. “But also their… stamina.”

Max raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Well,” he murmured, leaning in just a bit closer, “maybe you should prove that part.”

She laughed, a rich, full sound that vibrated against his chest.

“Keep talking like that,” she whispered, “and I will.”

[theravenmuse]

PREDICTIONS FOR THE MELBOURNE GRAND PRIX!!!

(Unhinged but not unrealistic)

- Liam and Max take each other out at turn one because they both have that killer “you move or we crash” philosophy.

- The Liam/Max collision makes speedy rookie Kimi dodge faster than he can look where he’s going, triggering a pileup that takes out half the grid, including every rookie except for Ollie and Gabriel who started far enough back to see it coming.

- They come out of turn one with Oscar fighting Charles for the lead through the next several turns, ultimately ending up with Oscar pulling ahead and holding it.

- Lewis is on the hunt in his shiny new Ferrari, racing solidly in third until shit pit strategy for Charles puts him back into the middle of the pack. Hamilton then manages to just slide past Oscar for the race one win that will drive “Lewis to Ferrari WDC #8” hopium for the remainder of the season while he struggles to even find another podium. Charles will wonder if Ferrari fucked him up on purpose or if this is just typical Ferrari strategy. He will never know. The fans will never know. Ferrari themselves probably don’t know.

- Oscar holds onto second while Carlos sneaks his Williams up into third, pulling some killer moves on both Charles and Lando to get himself there.

- Gabriel is the only rookie to finish the race after Ollie bins it on one of the final laps.

The finishing order is:

1. Lewis

2. Oscar

3. Carlos

4. Lando

5. Charles

6. Fernando

7. Pierre

8. Nico

9. Gabriel

Everyone else DNFd somewhere along the way 😆

[28ms28]

MY Rating of F1 drivers based on their personality(more sway) and their track presence and racing

1. Charles Leclerc

(Track Menace who is also Pookie Bear) (unintentionally funny) (just an inchident) (canonically listens to sad songs after bad races) (piano man was at some point higher in the iTunes chart than at the actual championship standings) (clueless cringefail loser) (Ice-cream man) (14 year old Max Verstappen's nightmare) (best qualifier on the grid imo) (idk something about someone who is on course for achieving greatness and will not stop until he achieves it no matter the cost, something about so much sacrifices for something he got soo close to achieving something that did not work out in the end something about how he devotes himself to Ferrari like no one else could before him something about how fate chose him to be in that seat something about how he made it look easy something about how it looked like the way was paved for him something red red red idk something about web weaving) (dogdad) (we love Leo) (went to Lewis Hamilton school of naming his dog after his rival) (oh and dreams about community services with said rival) (very strong mental health and even bigger therapy bills) (did i mention he's il predestinato of the tifosi) (biggest Ferrari fan) (only one who knows how to race max verstappen) (he was an ankle biting child see any photos of his childhood as proof) (everybody is maxplaining victim he's a maxplaining enjoyer) (suffers from middle child syndrome) (Seb's Ferrari child) (committed parricide on Sebastian Vettel in 2019 and 2020)

2. Max Verstappen

(pookiest pookie to ever pookie, track lion, big brother, catdad, certified victim ,about to be 4 time world champ, deserves so much more love, so so so incredibly talented, he's just a shy boy your honour ,free my man he did all of it but yeah vibes, because I'm dutch, fifa legend(just online), Danny kvyat has nightmares about him, geography nerd, has zero skills in any other physical sport, is planning to become a sim racer, tu tu tu du max verstappen (fun lore about Max did you know this guy was ranked 21st in the world in ultimate fifa in 2018(or was it 2016?? Doesn't matter) like can you imagine being that insane like bro you are a f1 driver in a top team like pls ??) (community service enjoyer) (certified yapper) (is terrified of fuel stations(jos verstappen when I catch you) ) (#1 lecfosi) (cringefail loser and he knows it) (teammate destroyer) (has read every rule in the rulebook and knows how to break every rule in the rulebook legally ofc all legally) (Seb's redbull child) (on his way to break every single one of Seb's record just to spite the old man)

(And is friends with an old Austrian man somehow)

3. Oscar Piastri

(Pookie bear, Mark Webbers child that has Sebastian Vettel's evil aura (Mark you will never know peace), koala, polite cat, eldest sibling energy, Android lover, Carlos Sainz's nightmare gremlin, loves cricket(cannot play well bless his heart), #1 lestappen shipper(I respect that) is also somehow the eldest of the lestappen children(his granddads are Webbanso) ) ( Him and Fernando have plotted the downfall of alpine) (I have a feeling he hates Zak brown deep down which I agree with) (grill the grid champ(like I said aura of Seb Vettel))

4. George Russell

(British individual(derogatory), king of radio messages (oh crikey), has an evil aura which is probably why he gets along with Nando, makes amazing powerpoints(facts!!), head of the gdpa and he takes it V.E.R.Y seriously probably the admin to the f1 driver group chat, part-time driver part-time strategist, he's a better driver than people give him credit for unpopular opinion but I think he can be a wdc or least a close wdc contender if given the right car I think if he was in lando's car in 2024 he probably would have taken the fight to max idk about winning but he's for sure no easy breeze, f3 and f2 wdc too, very memefiable or wotever the word is) ( T pose)(t.a.l.l.)(one sweaty boi)

5. Carlos Sainz

(Spanish chilli, smooth operator, dog lover, says bye to his racing career after 2024( no wait let me tell you something let me finish let m- *shot*), certified zoning out( Carlos has been called to the stewards), Lewis Hamilton hater prolly, certified Fred vassuer hater, poor guy really he leaves whenever a team is getting good like come on, has had very good teammates and has been friends with them, in 2025 will become the third person in history to have raced for Ferrari, McLaren and Williams, I feel like he lacks a bit of aggressiveness in his racing like he operates smoothly and intelligently sure but yk you should have a bite yk )(whenever he finds this said bite and aggressiveness it's usually against his teammate I'm observing you Carlos I'm noticing)( loves Lando Norris, golf master but humble about it, Maria Karey, one of the mature drivers on the grid, excellent at all sports, James aeiou has a crush on him, Lana del Ray coded, him and max were torro rosso nepo babies).

6. Lewis Hamilton

(7-time world champion, goat behaviour, was friends with P Diddy, rich cool wine aunt, #blessed, fashionista, Hammertime, Fernando Alonso's nightmare gremlin, don't ever mention 2016 in front of him, is haunted by Nico Rosberg, is neighbours with Nico Rosberg, will avoid Greece for the rest of his life, had a very public divorce, thus vegan, Silverstone 2008 you will always be famous, this Barbie is an f1 driver, still we rise guys, Toto Wolff and David Croft will sacrifice their bloodline for him, certified Micheal Massi hater, certified Bottas lover, we love him and Seb being the activists on the grid, this is getting manipulated man, did not survive Abu Dhabi 2021, did not survive Abu Dhabi 2016, has had caps thrown at him, Left family for Italian mafia, uncle I beg you please get your qualifying form back pls pls, is embarrassed by those toxic #teamlh and you cannot convince me otherwise, has let 2 baddies named Nico slip from him, ISS THAT GLOCK???, Bono my tyres are gone)

7. Lando Norris

(twitch streamer first f1 driver second, McLaren boy, hates papaya rules, has been multi21nd, mental health has been made very public by his own goddamn team, party-boy and DJ, fakes knowing how to play COD and Fortnite, very consistent racing good for him, terrified of first laps and poles, best friends with last laps and fastest laps(let's go Lando), shit at golf and geography but it's okay he makes up for it by being funny, probably misses being Carlos's teammate, but like Carlos lacks a bit of aggressiveness that is required, McLaren PR's nightmare gremlin, opposite of polite cat, has somehow managed to anger every fanbase and his car is the sole reason for the unification of RedBull, Ferrari and Mercedes, has been dealing with the wrath of Australia since 2021, at the end of the day just a curly haired guy ).

8. Fernando Alonso

(Spanish devil , Disney villain ahh character, 2005 and 2006 world champ, is looking for his 33rd win, Michael Schumacher's nightmare gremlin, grumpy old man first f1 driver second, lance lover(rare), Lawrence stroll's sugar baby, fast, prime Alonso I am scared of you, goat behaviour, holds a special grudge against McLaren and Lewis Hamilton(Alonso is sick of his ass), no more radio for the rest of the race, believes in karma, has dated Taylor swift apparently but is in love with Mark Webber( Jenson button is also somewhere in there), is known as El padre and has an el plan(everyone should be afraid), racecraft out of this world, 2005 Suzuka you will always be famous, all de time you have to leave da space, Alonso radio my love, aggressive but good racing the likes of which I have never seen and probably never will, what do mean by "I knew he'd brake earlier because he has 2 kids and a wife at home" like who says that what what??, worse career decisions than Ferrari strategies, bad luck so much bad luck, so chaotic so much chaos, has adopted Oscar and has plotted the downfall of alpine with him, Flavio haunts him, do not bring up Singapore 2008 in front of him especially not if Felipe Massa is present there, has driven the 2014 Ferrari and has not recovered from it, has outlasted Renault in formula one (wild), give Fernando Alonso 5 more points and he would be a 5 time wdc (even more wild), bye bye I'm still the bad guy)

9. Alex Albon

(alabonoo) ( bff with George Russell) ( is bullied by George Russell) (golf wag first f1 driver second) ( James aeiou has a favourite and it's Alex Albon) ( Alex really said I'm Thai first and a colonizer second and good for you Alex) (2020 Alex and 2022 onwards Alex are different people okay?) ( he's a consistent racer much like Lando but he makes mistakes more often, under pressure working is not his forte sorry pals but it had to be said) ( he's a really nice dude tho and really funny as well ) ( dude has a Chipotle member card as one of his essentials and you tell me I'm not supposed to love him come on be reasonable)(he has his own zoo he's a certified pet owner) ( if I had the money for that amount of pets I would do the same Alex I get it ) (also he's a Ferrari fan so you just know bro is always on hopium) (I think he gets put under the radar often but he's great) ( he seems to be a chill dude imo)(we both love lily)

10. Nico Hulkenberg

(German but like in a cool way) ( has been giving dad energy before he was a dad) ( called Hulk but is probably the calmest person on the grid) ( give my man Bruce Banner his podium nah it's not even funny anymore he deserves so much better than that) ( he's won le mans on his first try yk give him the Redbull seat for godsakes) (Nico is so cheeky like I know he's a gen x or something but like I see the genz potential yk) (Audi better have a car good enough for a podium I swear to god if we say bye to him before a podium I'm uhm I'm uh I'm gonna cry).

11. Yuki Tsunoda

(anime boi) (wants a restaurant before he wants a world championship and I respect that Yuki) (has an evil aura) (certified hothead because he's a certified good chef) (has the bitch spirit to be a Redbull driver but is not. because of Horner issues) (Yuki does make the occasional mistakes but like he's far better than the alt no?) (in the words of Yuki "idk man wotever") (too much anger for too small body) (is in love with Pierre Gasly) (is bullied by Pierre Gasly) (everybody loves Yuki even Nando is a fan)(tbf nandos a fan of anyone who has an evil aura) (people are terrified of Yuki radio as they rightfully should be) (Yuki is nightmare gremlin of every race engineer).

12. Pierre Gasly

(French but like from the north of France)(known for being French and Max Verstappen's teammate thus known for being fucked over by Redbull, also known for his revenge win in Monza) ( he's just a great driver like if given the right car he can fight at the top and win he's not on Max and Charles level yet but I feel like around George and better than Lando) ( he's also a good qualifier maybe it has something to do with speaking French who knows but yeah amazing what he can do in that shit alpine) (unfortunately he has a severe case of resting bitch face but he's very nice actually unless you are Esteban then he's not very nice) (yeah he also has the brocedes case of childhood best friends turned enemies but like French and he's very much Lewis in that way which means he would much rather ignore estie bestie than talk about him e.v.e.r while estie brings up his bestie Pierre wherever he can like Nico)( oh and he loves one Japanese boi)(pierreeee gasllyyyyy)

13. Kevin Magnussen

(Kmag the Viking) (my god nobody races like kmag lol) Okay so maybe I put him this high because he's a track terror to everyone but like watcha want me to do? Not acknowledging kmag's great defending is a crime, he is here to cause menace no matter how many penalty points he gains or races he's banned from he's really coming for Ocon's penalty points honour tbh. Shame really that this is his last season... just when things got interesting *sigh* (off the track he's a chill girldad) (hulk and kmag had an enemies-to-lovers story arc and I think that's beautiful)

14. Esteban Ocon

(he's French, he's from Normandy in France which is the north of France so you just know he was a bored child) (he and Pierre were bored babies) (which is probably why he races the way he does lol) (5-second penalty for Ocon) (no but seriously this guy has mad potential but also he's a mad teammate killer and not in a good way) (he has made a way for himself in formula one and he belongs here it's just that maybe if he tried targeting people other than his teammates he would make it much easier for himself) (he's a very cheerful person irl) (big Marvel fan) (gives very early teenage boy vibes) (softie at heart) (cannot for the life of him pronounce squirrel)(oh he also loves lance(rare)) (Estie bestie is on the podium babyyy)

15. Daniel Riccardo

(Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi oi oi ) (damn Daniel) (it's not tears it's athlete sweat ) (I mean I knew it was time to go but still it didn't have to be this way it's okay tho Danny is enjoying retirement and dirt bikes) (yeah the performance was just not there for Danny boi not that we could see it anyway because of vcarbs shit strategy or whatever they call it) (I miss prime Daniel he was such an annoyance to Sebastian)(2014 Daniel took the Australian revenge on Seb for his crimes against Mark Webber) (but yeah Daniel you go out of this sport with lots of love and a fastest lap)(ki ki aye)

16. Valtteri Bottas

(Finnish when he was in Mercedes but is officially Australian since then) ( Bottas more like Bott-ass get what I mean) (I mean that he has a weird obsession with his gluteus maximus) (Valtteri pls I beg you stop this behaviour) (10 time Grand Prix winner Valtteri has nightmares about James aeiou) (Valtteri it's James) (he's pretty chill all he cares about is racing, cyclist girlfriend, and his mullet+moustache(not necessarily in that order)) also here's a sad fact since Valtteri won't be on the grid next year it would be the first time a Finnish racer is not in the grid since 1989 yeah everybody is waiting for Robin Raikkonen now.

17. Sergio Perez

(Checo damn man what happened) (no 2 Redbull driver curse got to checo) (he was doing so good in racing point like Sakhir 2020 my beloved last to first, man what a performance that was) (he is capable of doing such great things but nooo bro gets knocked out in q1 more than he has reached q3) (Redbull killed the dawg in him man) (certain Austrian man haunts his nightmares and no it's not Niki Lauda) (he and Logan are the nightmare gremlins for mechanics)(even when he performs it's usually in no human right countries so he's not really helping the allegations) ( this poor Latina I swear to god) (he can't drive and he's up and about with other women(Taylor swift 1989 reference) aye aye aye(checo go home to your wife and children).

18. Logan Sargeant

(American) (bald eagle noises) (collective groan of William mechanics) (sorry logie bear)(James aeiou shall face the wrath of Jenson button it's ok) (first American to score points in f1 since 1993 that's 30 years so yaaay!!) (American history will be kind to you Logan)(not sure about f1 history tho) (your last gift to us was a sick ass album cover and I respect it) (if only he knew what a kilometre was * sigh*)(bye bye miss American pie).

19. Zhou Guanyu

(China boy) (another alpine escapee) (Zhou I'm sorry but you're not him anymore) (I miss pre-Silverstone 2022 Zhou where has my dawg gone man) (Zhou may not be as good of a racer now but he makes it up by being a fashionista) (tbf to him that Sauber stake monstrosity is not really helpful so) (also he is a catdad and had an emo phase through f3) (He's the first Chinese to ever race in f1 I think he's done his country proud) (He's also a proud Valtteri lover)

Okay so rookies next I did not include them here well because they have had like on avg 4 races soo

1. Oliver bearman

(ollie) (what a wonderful job he has done my god) (p7 in Jeddah on a day's notice wow dude) (he's driving for Haas in 2025 and his teammate is Esteban so that's..great (my condolences!! ifykyk)) also points in Baku after he passed his teammate (tell me you are a lestappen child w/o telling me you're a lestappen child) what I've seen from him I can tell he's very relentless that's good(also he's the most employed unemployed person ever) (also I heard people criticising him by commenting on his current f2 season like babe did u see his rookie f2 season?? that's why he's here not because of this year but last year and he's not doing bad this year it's just the car is shit but yeah he was at one point higher in the f1 standings than in f2 so I get why people are confused lol) (also he's super likeable very Genz very demure very mindful) (Ferrari has grown him in a lab with utmost care so he's very much a PR baby)

(oh yeah also he's in love with Kimi Antonelli) (yeah they are being genz lestappen)

2. Franco Colapinto

(Frankie baby) (Argentinian and very proud) (is very funny) (is also very genz) (sent James aeiou into a crisis by doing a better job than Alex Albon) (scored 4 times the amount of points than his predecessor in his 2nd race) (looks like Senna goes for the gap like Senna( in racing!! in racing!! calm down man)) (he deserves his place in f1 next year my god) (like the racecraft he has shown is very impressive I'm impressed and so is very f1 team even if he does not get the seat next year I doubt people are gonna forget about him believe me he will be in the talks still) (like I said he's not even had a full f2 season when he was called in for Williams and yet the incredible pace he has shown is fantastic) (has all the 30+ aged drivers enthralled with him and I don't blame them I would be too) (also he refers to Ocon as the Frenchman so where do I submit my stan card??) (oh and he has been adopted by Max Verstappen)

3. Liam Lawson

(aka New Zealand's revenge on Australia) (he did a fantastic job in 2023 and has been doing a fantastic job in 2024) (his idol is Lighting McQueen.....so now that everybody knows that he's Genz you can probably understand why he is beefing with Nando and Checo(boomers) (I think he drives aggressively but not as smoothly he is yet to find a balance it looks like but hey it's working out for him no?) (honestly just give either him or Yuki the Redbull seat) (off the track he's quite an expressive person but I don't think we have seen much of his personality he's friendly for sure and I mean he's a cars fan like come on he's a Pixar kid) (idk something about him says yeah I'm Genz but I still go on Facebook) (not that it's bad not saying the vibes are bad just Liam show more personality).

So that's pretty much it let me kno-what ? what do you mean I forgot someone oh lance stroll?? yeah no I didn't forget(I wish) I just have nothing to say really.

PLS READ these rankings are in my opinion and my opinion only please be kind to me this ranking is for humorous and comedic purposes only no hate to anyone!!

[jackhues]

paddock pass, baby - hamilton!daughter x f1 grid

lewis hamilton!daughter reader

born on december 7th, 2006 (lewis is 21, almost 22)

she was almost 2 when he won his first wdc

is friends with many drivers on the grid

sir lewis carl davidson hamilton mbe honfreng is a name (or title) that many knew, fans of motorsport and formula 1 especially. his mom and sisters called him lew, broadcasters called him hamilton, and some of his fans called him the goat.

y/n hamilton simply called him dad.

she was there for him during his earlier years in f1, the time when he missed out on the championship during his rookie career (by one point) even though she barely knew what was going on. she was there when he won his first a year later (still didn't realize what was going on). she was there when he made the move to mercedes and dominated (she was finally beginning to understand what was going on). she was there to see brocedes fall apart. she was there when he won his seventh - tying the record for most world championships by one driver.

and she's hoping to be there when he wins his eighth eventually (she knows he'll do it. one day. it'll be his. and she'll be cheering him on).

so she goes around the world with her dad and roscoe (the dog that he loves like a son), watching people in fast cars zoom around the track... and she'll wait for the eighth. but it's okay. she's not in a rush. and maybe she'll make some friends along the way.

she's not worried. she's got a paddock pass, baby.

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⌕ race review!   ֢֢֢ ◝﹝canada [ 06/15/25 ]

🏎️_⠀ gr63, mv1, op81, ka12, lh44, fa14, ln4, cl16, fc43, & aa23 are the quali top 10!

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well that happened

if i had a nickel for every time i missed a grand prix and had to catch up watching it on overtakefans many hours later because of a family brunch with my grandparents that started exactly at 11am, i would have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

the starting grid was so fucked up in between quali and the race with the amount of penalties. the highlight, of course, being liam lawson's 50-place grid penalty which actually has me in tears 😭 like genuinely was that necessary

of course the george v. max turn 1 anticipated carnage was all the media could talk about for a span of 24 hours, but george got a great start off the line with max falling cleanly into place right behind

but WAIT

WAIT WAIT WAIT

in a stroke of unprecedented unexpectedness and vengeance for the miami sprint, kimi antonelli overtakes oscar piastri for p3 by sneaking in around the outside within the first three turns

naturally i was freaking tf out fighting the demons (first antonelli podium v. piastri wdc campaign), but little did i know...

the pirelli report: mediums were terrible, softs were scarcely touched, and everyone wanted to be on the hards

i thought i was hallucinating the groundhog corpse because nobody on f1tv mentioned it but NOPE. the literal VEGAN on the grid, LEWIS fucking HAMILTON has actually steamrollered the thing

aaand that's another square on the f1 bingo

the worst/funniest part is lewis actually sustained DAMAGE that affected him throughout the race 💀 of course it's a ferrari driver that suffers because of this

ferrari stats for the weekend include 0 podiums, 1 groundhog killed, 83749748 rumors emerging from the hellfire of italian media, 18 points, at least 3 separate incidents of charles pleading with the strategy team, and 1 aborted plan c

truly a miracle that this team frauded their way into a constructor's p2 for a hot minute (affectionate) while also taking their third consecutive win in le mans

alpines 🤝 mowing the lawn ft. lance stroll (his fault) and alex albon (his fault?)

is that a glimpse of williams era franco i see? 🤔

in other news, the merc--aka the current constructor's p2--actually functions in more than 1 (one) temperature

as proven by george russell playing pit stop ping pong with max verstappen throughout the race and narrowly but confidently maintaining the lead without making any mistakes (once again proving the does nothing -> great result agenda)

both alex and liam retired from pu issues

fernando alonso got a trucker mustache and pace (!!!)

esteban and carlos both scored points on the 1-stop strategy charles mourns

nico hulkenberg apparates into the points for the second race weekend in a row

meanwhile it is important to note that before the race nico ROSBERG took a selfie in front of turn 1

i wonder what that could mean-

a papaya incident. of course it was a papaya incident in turn 1 in the final four laps of the race

so kimi is running in p3, oscar in p4, and lando in p5, all with similar tire conditions. lando reaches the back of oscar in within drs range, and oscar closes that gap to be in kimi's drs range to keep lando behind him

kimi pulls away farther in the cleanest air, oscar is now out of drs range, and lando makes an INSANE move into the hairpin until they're side by side going into the final chicane

oscar goes late on the breaks to keep the lead going into turn 1, and lando goes for a move along the pit straight for a gap that didn't open up so his front wing hits the back of oscar

lando is out of the race, comes on the radio to apologize, and mclaren pr are working overtime to brush everything under the rug while i just KNOW the dts crew is having a field day

and omg lando was having a really great recovery drive from p7 before this too 😭

mclaren PLEASE keep letting them race 🙏 you've got the constructor's locked down and lando and oscar will be good I PROMISEE i cannot promise but pls

cracking up thinking of kimi seeing this shit go down in his mirrors

papaya incident causes a safety car to be deployed for the final laps, and the race finishes under the safety car with a george-max-kimi podium

the absolute villainy between george and max needs to be studied 💀 while the mclaren drivers are falling over their own two feet for each other, THESE mfs will do anything to gain even the slightest advantage (flashback to the legal battle in miami, max's attempted murder in spain, george's recent gaslighting, and we haven't even TOUCHED 2024), making peace only to coparent kimi

the fia stewards took 5 and a half hours to make up their minds on 10+ investigations, only to chuck a 5 second penalty at norris and call it a day

i'm actually in tears the man didn't even finish the race and he gets a 5 second penalty??

thank god for the kimiodium 🙏

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sebastian vettel has this philosophy of only being confident about speaking on a driver's skills and abilities if he's been teammates with them, and it honestly makes the way he describes his former teammates very weirdly charged :p

anddd im putting the rest under dropdown because its sebchal waffle and kinda. long. so here if u wanna read my brainrot:

i'm specifically thinking about how he likes to emphasise (in interviews) that he knows charles sort of inside out as a driver because of their two (!!) years as teammates. the way he speaks about his abilities and talents and specifically, this year when he very quickly asserted that charles will be easy for lewis to get along with, even though seb was last teammates with charles four years ago!! when seb was the first driver!! and also his interview from suzuka last year when he said that he can't speak on max's skill because he hasn't been teammates with him, unlike charles, who he can totally 100% talk about, if only charles wins that championship one day (he did not say this second bit but it was heavily implied imo. he did say the first half re: max). sort of feels like he's always speaking from a "foremost expert on charles leclerc, the driver" position, and if i were to go on a limb i would say that he always speaks of charles with pride. big like. proud dad vibes.

also a minor digression but the indelible mark seb left on charles' career is undeniable and IMO the more illustrious charles' career is the better it reflects on seb (like the 2020 shame can kind of be washed off if charles becomes a wdc. a compelling reason to be a fan of both.)

my last note on this is how re: the most talented driver in 15 years note, seb clarifies in his f1 podcast episode (which is a very nice listen. he also talks about mark and kimi in that) that he would consider kimi the most naturally talented driver he's seen, but charles' ability to find laptime over a single lap is special. so seb is a charles leclerc generational qualifier truther. an og.

[darandomstrawberry]

Isn’t Charles Leclerc staying loyal to Ferrari when they fail him time and time again not just the definition of the sunk-cost fallacy?

As someone who only really got into F1 at the start of the year, I like Charles because I saw he was a good driver and I want him to get a WDC. However, I am not a Ferrari fan because all they have proven is that they are an incompetent team that is stuck rooted in the tradition of failing their drivers. Maybe Ferrari has improved over the years but since I started being a Charles fan I have always wanted him to switch. If Ferrari is intent of screwing over Charles’ career then screw them, yeah?

Charles is loyal to Ferrari, it’s basically his family. He doesn’t have the longest running Ferrari contract for nothing. He stays loyal even when his races are ruined by bad strategy for years. It seems it’s gotten to the point where he’s spent his whole life trying to be il Predestinato, that if he gave up now it would have been all for nothing. Years of his career may have been in a way wasted. It would be especially so, if he left now and then Lewis switches and wins, though if Charles isn’t being supported at the moment than it’s unlikely he wouldn’t be favoured next year.

If Charles left he would be gambling with his career, yes, but that’s already what he is doing. The sunk-cost fallacy is often used in reference to gambling. Charles is gambling his career on the hope that Ferrari will one day, well, stop being Ferrari.

I haven’t been a Red Bull fan since back when Ricciardo was still driving for them, but Tumblr has made me change my mind a bit over the last year. While I may not like everything about the leadership and culture of the team, there’s no denying that they are still a great team even without the fastest car and (sorry mum and dad but) Tumblr has made me like Max. I know it is incredibly unlikely for Charles to switch mid season and take Checo’s seat but is it so bad to want it to happen? I just want the man back in the points again. Charles and Max seem to get along well and can put on track differences aside, only really rate each other, and plus Red Bull has literally defended Charles before. Charles had been doing well with Ferrari during the end of 2023 and the start of this year, and obviously we cannot ignore how incredible him finally winning Monaco was. I couldn’t sleep until I’d gotten confirmation that Monaco finally loved him back, but looking at the team’s record as a whole, it kinda looks like a fluke.

Is Lestappen gate becoming a real thing as unlikely as Ferrari not being Ferrari anymore? Yes. But both options require an unrealistic amount of hope so I will wish for my Lestappen teammates.

I’ve seen the Charles Ferrari depression memes a lot over the year and these last few races make it seem like Charles is at the end of his rope with the team. All I want as a Charles fan is that he makes the decision that will give him success.

Forza Charles Leclerc but maybe not Forza Ferrari Sempre.