#also you don't care about mental health of drivers

[narwhls]

Being a Checo fan and going through his tag be like

[tpwk-formula1]

Paddock Bunny Series - 3

A/N: I promise next week I will try to not have a threesome involved in each situation but for the plot this made the most sense. I'm also so fucking sorry for how long this took me! I'm trying to get my mental health in check while also being in and out of the hospital for stomach issues. It's been a whole thing but I'm getting there! Slowly but surely I will be back to semi regular postings! I love you guys always I'm glad you're here for the ride

Drivers Included:

Max Verstappen x Lando Norris x reader

Pierre Gasly x Kika Gomez x reader

Lewis Hamilton x reader

TW: ALL OF THEM

WC: 6.7K

Y/N POV

"Shit," I mumble when I see Max and Lando collide into each other. I continue watching as both of the boys make their way into the pit lane to fix Max's puncture and Lando serve his penalty as well as fix the front wing.

"Retire the car," I hear Lando mumble into his radio making me cringe slightly knowing he's breaking his streak of being the only driver to finish within the points this season.

Once Lando's car is parked back into the garage he quickly climbs out and heads start for the media pen. With him being the only driver in the media pen he is done within the first 30 minutes and back to hiding in his driver's room.

"Please meet me in here"

The text read which had me shaking my head softly before sneaking towards his room when everyone was paying attention to Oscar.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask softly while opening the door and walking into the room to find Lando sitting on his little couch with his race suit at his hips.

"Don't wanna talk about it," Lando mumbles while I climb into his lap making myself comfortable while he wraps his arms around my hips and pulling me closer.

"We have to fly back with him tonight," Lando tells me softly making me wince at the thought of being stuck in a plane with Lando and Max right now.

"Technically I'm flying with my dad," I tell him softly while letting my fingers lightly trail over Lando's cheek bone.

"I don't care, tell him you're flying with me to help me with my media presence or something, I don't want to be alone on that flight," Lando replies back before pulling me down for a quick kiss.

"Fine, I'll talk to him," I tell Lando softly before kissing Lando again and allowing Lando's wandering hands to find my ass and giving it a quick squeeze.

Once I board Max's private jet I quickly find Lando in the back of the plane with his headphones on ignoring whatever Max could have said to him.

"Stop being rude," I tell Lando sternly while taking out one of his Airpods so he can hear if someone talks to him.

"Don't wanna speak to anyone," Lando mumbles like a child making me roll my eyes at his pettiness.

"Hi Max," I turn my attention to the Dutch man since Lando doesn't want to speak to anyone.

"Hi, Y/N how are you doing tonight?" Max asks softly while I sit down into he seat across from him. I could see Lando in the corner of my eye sink further into his seat while pouting.

"I'm alright, think I'm just here to make sure the girls don't fight," I joke with a small smirk on my lips making Max laugh softly and shake his head while Lando only pouts a bit louder.

"I'm proud of you for making it back to P5," I tell Max softly making him smile and nod.

"I'm sure the Brit behind me wouldn't be too thrilled to hear you say that," Max teases making me shake my head softly.

"He'll get over it," I shrug not wanting to cater to Lando's feelings if he's going to act like a child.

"Really, Y/N?" I hear Lando huff making me giggle a little.

"Lando stop pouting and join us please," I say softly making Lando groan and sit in his seat a couple more minutes before finally getting up and joining Max and I.

We're about midway through the flight before the boys are back on speaking terms.

"Look I'm sorry if I said anything in the media pen. I was upset after the DNF and penalty," Lando mumbles to Max making me smile softly.

"I'm sorry too if I said anything too," Max replies with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Whatever happens on the track and in the media pen needs to stay there," Max adds making Lando nod his head in agreeance.

I went back to reading my book ignoring the two boys before I feel Lando gently pull me into his lap making me squeal.

"Lando!" I say while laughing slightly. Lando ignores me and just adjusts me into his lap so I'm straddling his waist.

"Do you want to go into the room with Max and I?" Lando asks softly making me think for a split second before nodding.

Lando says nothing just stands up and carries me into the small room in the back of the plane that has a door for privacy. I see that Max has followed us in here before Lando gently places me down on the bed so I'm looking up at both of the boys.

Neither of them say anything so I reach for Max's belt before unbuckling it and unzipping his pants letting them fall on their own while I move to Lando doing the same thing. Once both of them step out of their pants leaving them in their shirts and boxers I quickly pull off the dress I was wearing leaving me in my black matching set. Once I'm down to my bra and panties Max and Lando both quickly pull off their shirts before Max is climbing onto the bed near the headboard which instantly has me crawling away from the edge and into Max's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly since this is the first time Max and I are sleeping together and we all agreed to follow everyone's boundaries.

Instead of answering Max pulls my face into his hands and brings me down to his lips. The second his lips hit mine I can't help but moan and sink further into Max's lap while I can feel Lando climbing onto the bed behind me.

"Protection," I say softly pulling back from Max making him groan softly.

"It's in the backpack at the end of the bed," Max mumbles pulling me back into a kiss making me grind down into his crotch harder making both of us moan into the kiss.

I feel Lando shuffle back towards the end of the bed and rummage through the backpack all the while Max and I are still wrapped up into each others arms.

When I hear the sound of the foil being picked up and I turned my body slightly grabbing one of the condoms from Lando and ripping it open without a second thought.

I shuffle off of Max's lap letting him pull his boxers down where I put the condom on the tip of his dick before using my mouth to roll it on the rest of the way.

"Fuck," I hear Max hiss at the contact of my lips on his sensitive tip.

Once I had successfully rolled the condom on using only my mouth I pull back up climbing into Max's lap and pulling my panties to the side, before slowly sinking down on Max's cock not needing any kind of warm up.

"Fuck, I had so many plans for the first time I got with you and the second you rolled that condom on it went right out the window," Max groans while Lando is behind me unclipping my bra and letting it fall into Max and I's lap.

Max's hands are on my tits almost instantly while I get to work of bouncing on Max's cock.

"Fuck, Max! It's too big," I whine out when I'm fully seated on his cock being stretched in ways I have yet to be stretched.

"Shit! I can feel the way you're squeezing me," Max says through gritted teeth while I start slowly rocking my hips.

Lando moves around the bed slightly before attaching his mouth to one of my free nipples.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel his teeth sink down softly illiciting slight pain that instantly turns back into pleasure when he goes back to sucking to soothe down the sting.

Max lets me ride him for a few more seconds before he's pulling me off his cock and arranging me so I'm on my hands and knees for him.

"Oh fuck," I cry when Max wastes no time shoving his cock back into my pussy.

Lando moves his body around so he's now sitting in front of me letting his hard dripping cock touch my lip. I waste no time taking him into my mouth and working his cock with my tongue.

"Fuck," Lando cries out making me smirk slightly before taking Lando all the way down my throat.

I kind of figured Max would be dominant but I wasn't prepared for hot rough he truly was.

Everytime I try to cry out in pleasure it is muffled by Lando's cock sending strong vibrations straight through his cock making him cry out even louder.

I could tell Max was feeding off of both Lando and I's pleasure showing me he is a true pleasure dom.

"I can tell you're about to cum, princess," Max grunts out while he continues to fuck into my pussy harder.

When Max moves his fingers between our bodies and starts playing with my clit I can no longer hold off my impending orgasm.

Lando pulls his cock out of my mouth letting me scream out as I cum all over Max's cock.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm.

Once my orgasm had washed over Max gave me no time to calm down as he's flipping out bodies over again so I'm riding him once again.

"Fuck her ass," Max tells Lando which has him instantly rolling on another condom before climbing behind me.

When I feel Lando push two lubed up fingers into my ass I let out a loud moan burying my face into Max's neck. It takes Lando a couple minutes to stretch my ass enough to feel I was ready to take his cock.

"Oh fuck," I whine when I feel the tip of his cock start to push into my ass.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel him start to push further into my ass filling me up.

Once Lando was filling in my ass both of the boys start moving making me see stars almost instantly.

"She's not gonna last long," Lando grunts out knowing how quickly I cum from just anal let alone having my pussy filled up too.

"She's free to cum, but I'm far from done," Max grunts out only bucking up into my pussy harder.

My second orgasm of the night hit me out of no where resulting in squirting all over Max and I.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Max grunts bucking a bit harder making sure to milk this orgasm as much as he had the last.

Knowing Lando he was close to cumming and when he pulls out and quickly pulls the condom off to cum on my ass I let out a soft moan feeling his hot cum hitting my skin.

"Fuck," Lando grunts out through his orgasm. Once he's finished cumming he quickly throws on a pair of boxers before leaving the small bedroom, leaving Max and I alone.

Without Lando right behind me I quickly sit up a bit taller and start riding Max's cock.

"Fuck so good," I moan riding a bit harder trying to ignore the overstimulation I was starting to feel.

"Fuck," Max grunts out fucking up into my pussy making my nails dig a bit deeper on his chest.

I can tell Max was getting close my the way he bucking was becoming a bit more erratic.

"Fuck," Max grunts out while cumming into the condom triggering me into another small orgasm.

"Maxie," I cry out leaving scratches down his chest.

Once both of us have come down from our high I collapse on top of of Max feeling his arms wrap around his body.

"You're father would hate me even more," Max says with a laugh falling from his lips.

"He only hates you cause he can't have you," I say making him laugh.

As we are both coming down from our highs Lando slowly makes his way back into the room with a few things to start aftercare.

Lando gently takes me into his arms and lifts me off Max's cock making me whimper slightly. Once Max was free he quickly gets up and discards the condom before he started looking for my clothes while Lando helped clean me up a bit.

Once we were all dressed we all climbed back into the bed and laid with each other. I curl myself into Lando's side while Max's turns to pull my back into his chest.

I can see Max's slowly rubbing circles on Lando's torso. Seeing how relaxed Lando was under his touch told me that this was not their first time sharing a girl but it was also definitely not their first time being intimate together.

"Who wants to admit when this first started," I tease while gestering towards Max's grip on Lando's side.

"Rookie year," Lando admits softly with his cheeks heating. I just smile and nod curling farther into Lando while Max tightens his hold.

We spend the rest of the flight in each others arms talking about some of the experiences I've been able to have since becoming their bunny.

It's Silverstone and the pressure is at an all time high in Mclaren. I've been bouncing between both of the drivers room this whole weekend but now that it's Sunday and all of the guys are getting into the car to get ready for the formation lap.

A soon as the formation lap begins I move towards the back of the garage not wanting to be in the way of anyone.

When I notice the lap is coming to an end I see Pierre come back into the pits confusing. I try my best to tune into what the mechanics were saying but given being in the Mclaren garage they were mostly worried about Lando trying to get his second win.

When the lights go out I pay attention to the screen as much as possible but when my phone starts ringing I instantly break focus and notice that Kika is calling me.

"Hi, gorgeous," I say while answering the phone.

"Hi, um this might be a bit weird and I apologize if this is overstepping but I was wondering if around lap 22 you could come into Pierre's garage. I know he's upset with the race and I think you would be a good pick me up," Kika admits softly making me smile.

"Of course! Would you be able to meet me outside the garage so I can come in?" I ask.

"Absolutely! Ill see you soon," Kika responds and we quickly end the call with each other.

When the time came I quickly snuck out of the garage and made my way through the back of the garages until I got to Alpine where I found Kika standing outside waiting for me.

"Thank you! I'm sorry if that was weird," Kika says with pink cheeks.

"You're fine, I don't think Pierre would have called me himself and if you think it'll be a pick me up then I'm more than happy to help," I say with a smile. Kika and I have been friends since they got into a relationship and she was one of the first girls I told about this. She thought it was a bit insane but not because she was judging but because she's confused how Im not catching feelings.

"I'll drop you off in his room and head to the common area," Kika tells me while we are walking through the back of the garage to where Pierre's driver room is.

"You don't have to leave," I admit softly with a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"I- really?" Kika asks with a small smile on her lips.

"Kika, this is your relationship and Im honored that you trust Pierre and I together but I would honestly love if you joined," I tell her while grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze. Given that we are already in the privacy of Pierre's drivers room she quickly pulls me in and places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Can I watch at first?" She asks softly looking me in the eye.

"Of course, watch and join when you're ready or just watch and enjoy," I say with a smile and pull her in for another quick kiss.

Once Pierre gets into the room he quickly smiles when he sees the two of us sitting on the little couch talking. Pierre may not have asked for time together but he 100% knew what was about to happen.

"Who's idea," Pierre says with a smirk and making his way to the couch before leaning down and pulling his girlfriend in for a kiss before looking down at me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mine," Kika says with a bright smile making Pierre look down at her with a soft smirk.

I have always loved seeing Kika and Pierre's relationship because it was always evident how much love they shared between the two.

"Does that mean you will be joining us," Pierre asks with a bright smile clearly getting a bit giddy.

"I'm gonna watch at first and then maybe I'll join," Kika tells him softly.

Pierre seemed content enough with that as he moves his attention onto me. He quickly pulls me my by cheek to place a kiss on my lips. I see Kika make her way over to the small chair near the couch before placing herself on it.

Once we had the full couch just us Pierre makes quick work of deepening the kiss and pulling me into his lap. It doesn't take Pierre long to start tugging at my shirt and pulling it over my head to reveal my bare chest, well besides the new piercings I had gotta last week.

"Fuck, no one mentioned piercings," Pierre gasps lightly running his finger over the cool medal that's been pierced through both nipples.

"I was with her! She took it like a champ," Kika announced to her boy friend making him look at her with a raised brow.

"She said it was a surprise... that's why it was never mentioned in the group chat," Kika said with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Lando has been itching for them to be known so he can talk about how hot they are," I say with a laugh making Pierre laugh slightly but still pull me in closer and attach his lips back to mine.

"I too can't wait for everyone to know about them," Pierre mumbles against my lips.

"Holy shit! Lewis is leading," Kika says noticing the screen placing the live footage of the race.

"Then I better get my fix before MR. 7 gets his hands on her," Pierre mumbles making me laugh but still lean down to attach my lips to his neck.

I start trailing my kisses down his neck making me slip onto my knees in front of the man pulling his race suit away from his hips and letting them pool at his feet before I look over to Kika who is watching us intently.

When I reach into Pierre's boxers before I can even see his cock I instantly look back at Kika.

"Go on," Kika says with a smirk making me pull his cock out to reveal one of the biggest cocks I had even seen. Not only in person but also in porn.

I look between Pierre's cock and Kika a few beats before she breaks out in a small giggle and joins me on my knees.

"He's fucking massive Kiks what the fuck," I whisper to my friend as if said man wasn't right there.

"Yuki wasn't joking," Kika says with a shrug of her shoulders before leaning down and licking the tip of Pierre's cock making him hiss at the contact. When Kika pulls back I instantly follower her motions be instead of pulling back like she did I take Pierre into my mouth and using my tongue to circle his tip before pulling back and offering him to Kika.

We spend the next several minutes giving Pierre a teasing blow job never taking more than a few inches into our mouths before pulling back and switching.

"Fuck! Please," Pierre finally cracks making Kika giggle before taking her boy friend almost all the way down her throat before she's gagging and starts bobbing her head a few times. When she pulls back I follow her actions taking as much of his cock that fits into my mouth before bobbing my head a few times.

"Fuck, I will cum," Pierre groans while Kika is bobbing her head on her boy friends cock. This has her pulling back and standing up before she's helping me stand up and pull off my shorts leaving me completely bare for the couple.

She then pulls me down for a kiss while walking us towards the small massage table in the room before she's laying me down and spreading my legs.

Kika's mouth starts trailing kisses from my lips down to my jaw and neck before she settles on one of my nipples before looking up at me.

"I know he said two weeks but I know Lando's mouth has been here, please," Kika asks making me blush and nod my head before she's instantly attaching her mouth to one of my nipples making me hiss and arch my back at the pleasure.

Once she's given the first nipple some attention she turns her attention to the other one giving it the same treatment before she starts trailing small hickeys down my stomach right next the the ones Lando had left yesterday.

When she reaches my pussy I can't help the small whimper that leaves my lips when she blows a wisp of cool air directly on my clit.

I notice Pierre has discarded race suit and briefs leaving them drapped over the back of the couch not to ruin his race suit before he's approaching the both of us.

"Shit, Kika," I cry out in a moan when I feel her tongue graze over my clit.

Kika moans into my pussy making me whimper and try to close my legs but she has a strong grip on my thighs keeping them spread open completely for her.

"So good," I moan feeling her slip 2 fingers deep into my pussy and finding my G-spot almost instantly.

I knew I was gonna cum of Kika's tongue if she didn't pull back but when I tried to push her face away from my pussy Pierre only grabs my hands and holds them over my head leaving me completely helpless to her talented tongue.

"Cum for us," Pierre leans down whispering into my ear instantly throwing me into a powerful orgasm.

"Fuck," I cry out at Kika continues to suck on my clit helping me ride out my orgasm before she pulls away but not without giving one last gentle kiss directly on my clit making me twitch from the slight overstimulation.

Pierre finally lets go of my wrists and pulls his girlfriend up for a kiss tasting me on her lips.

"Fuck she tastes good," Pierre groans pulling back from the kiss.

"She does, doesn't she," Kika responds with a smirk before she's leaning down and pulling me in for another kiss.

"Are you ready to take him," Kika asks gently against my lips.

"Yes," I whisper back feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Kika just smiles and quickly climbs off the bed and quickly undresses herself before climbing back up and hoovering her pussy above my mouth.

"Oh," I moan gently when I feel Pierre's condom covered tip tease my clit. When he feels he's collected enough of my slick on the condom he slowly start pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy making me gasp.

Kika takes this as her chance to sit her pussy directly onto my mouth making he attach my lips to her clit and sucking.

"Fuck," I moan into her pussy as Pierre continues to push into my pussy.

"Too big," I gasp out when I feel him in places I've never had touched.

"Fuck," Kika whimpers out when I slip two fingers into her pussy while still playing with her clit.

"Keep doing that and we're gonna have to shower you before we send you off," Pierre grunts out once he's fully seated deep into my pussy.

"Pierre! Don't tell her that! I don't want her to stop," Kika whines out making me giggle softly knowing there was no way I was gonna stop now at the prospect of getting to make Kika squirt for me.

I slow my actions down and joking slip my fingers out of her pussy making her whine loudly.

Pierre reaches over and gives her ass a slap, telling her to behave herself. While I couldn't see Pierre slap her ass I could hear it and it instantly made my pussy clench around his cock.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out when he feels my pussy clenching. He slowly starts pulling his hips back before slamming back into my pussy making me whimper into Kika's pussy.

I start working my tongue on Kika's clit again making her moan loudly.

Feeling Pierre's thrusts speed up makes me scream out in pleasure.

"So good," I mumble out which only has Pierre speeding up his actions making my orgasm start to build once again.

"Fuck, cum for me," Pierre grunts out while speeding up his thrusts.

"Shit," I cry out while cumming for Pierre.

"Fuck, did she just squirt for you?" I hear Kika ask making Pierre grunts out a yes.

"Fuck," I scream out as Pierre continues to fuck me through the overstimulation.

"Too much," I cry out while sinking my fingers back into Kika while sucking on her clit.

When I find Kika's G-spot she instantly cries out as she starts cumming for me.

When she starts squirting I open my mouth catching as much as I can before swallowing a little bit of it and spitting the rest at our.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out before he's pulling out of my pussy and quickly pulling Kika off my face and pulling us both by the hair back onto our knees before cumming all over our faces.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts when the first ribbon of cum hits my face. When Pierre was done painting our faces I quickly pull Kika in for a messy kiss licking a strip of his cum off her chin before pulling her in for a wet kiss.

"Looks like you might be spending the evening with Lewis," Kika giggles while pulling back from the kiss.

When I look at the screen I notice Lewis is hugging his dad after winning his home race.

"He's never expressed interest so I doubt it," I say with a soft laugh falling from my lips.

"The shower is ready for you two, I'm gonna go talk to the team and see if they figured out why the gearbox failed," Pierre tells us both while leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on both of our lips before leaving the room.

Kika and I both make our way into the shower and have our own little fun for a few minutes before we quickly shower and she quickly helps me get back dressed into my clean clothes.

When I check my phone I can see that it's been blowing up.

"What's the group chat saying?" I ask while brushing my hair.

"Lando called dibs... and Lewis very quickly shot that shit down," Kika says with a smirk on her face.

"Text Lando privately and tell him I'll stay with him tomorrow night in Monaco," I tell Kika while walking out of the bathroom.

"God damnit Y/N! Why has he sent so many dick pics in the last 3 minutes... did he not JUST get out of the damn car?!" Kika exclaims while flashing the screen.

"Sorry I should I have warned he might have done that," I laugh taking my phone in my hand and texting himself.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, don't let Pierre murder me! I get to go sleep with Lewis fucking Hamilton," I say making KIka laugh.

"I think he'd ask if it was any good. He likes the confirmation that he's the biggest on the grid," Kika says making me laugh softly.

"He's definitely the biggest I've been with so far. Feel Like Lewis is the only one with a fighting chance," I say with a laugh making her nod.

"Ya, Lew is 100% BIG dick energy," Kika teases while we walk out of the drivers room with our arms linked together.

When I get back to my hotel room I instantly start freaking out about what I was going to wear to impress Lewis. I decided on a simple black lacey bra and panties and threw on a black crop baby tee and a pair of leggings that makes my ass look nice.

When I get another text from Lewis I see that he sent me his hotel and room number. When I got to his hotel floor I instantly start pacing the hallway again when I bump into a body.

"Oh shit! I'm so- Oh hi Nando! I'm sorry was just lost thinking," I say sheepishly to the older man in front of me.

"What's got you so nervous, hermosa?" Fernando looks at me with a slight smirk written all over his face.

"Oh! Nothing, was just thinking about how the season is going so far," I lie not even convincing myself. Fernando just laughs and softly takes me by the hand.

"What are you doing? I have to meet someone," I reply softly while walking with him anyways.

"I'm taking you to Lewis," Fernando says with a smirk making my step completely stop.

"You know?" I whisper shout shocked that he knew what I had been doing.

"Yes, and I plan to text you soon," Fernando says with a wink making me smile and nod.

"I'll be waiting," I reply with a squeeze of his hand completely ignoring the fact that is is nearly 20 years older than me.

"Alright he's waiting," Fernando says while taking me to the door before knocking and walking away leaving me completely alone and wide eyed when Lewis opens the door shirtless with only a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips.

"Treat her good," Fernando shouts down the hall making Lewis look in his direction before turning to me with a raised brow.

"He found me pacing the halls, dragged me here himself," I say softly while still standing in the doorway.

"Nothing to pace about," Lewis says softly while taking my hand in his and bringing me into the room.

When I stand further away from Lewis than probably normal he steps closer to me pulling my chin to look up at him before smiling softly.

"What's got you so nervous? You this nervous with everyone else?" Lewis asks while looking me in the eye.

"Well-no. But it's nothing against you it's just- Lewis I was basically in love with you when I was younger. When my dad would come to races back then before he even had to. I was young but I remember you in the Mclaren," I admit letting my already pink cheeks grow a tomato color.

"Oh God, please don't remind me how old I am," Lewis teasingly groans before pulling my chin up and placing a soft kiss on my lip.

"Nothing to be nervous about though. We are here to celebrate an amazing day. The best day actually," Lewis replies making me smile and nod in agreeance.

"I would say you did amazing but, I wasn't really paying attention," I admit with a small grimance.

"I heard Pierre got his hands on you," Lewis teases before pulling me up to his lips once again and kissing me but this time instead of pulling away he pulls me in by my waist and deepening the kiss.

I bring my hands up to his face bringing him impossibly closer. When I feel Lewis's tongue push through my lips and tangle with my I moan into Lewis's mouth making me smile softly before he's gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me into his arms with ease.

"Lew," I squeal out while giggling while he carries us towards the bedroom part of his hotel. When we get in there he instantly drops me down on the edge of the bed so I'm still sitting up.

He instantly pulls my shirt up and over my head before he makes quick works of taking my bra off all while still keeping his lips attached to mine as much as possible.

I tug at the waistband of Lewis's sweats but before I can pull them down Lewis is taking my hands in his and pulling them away.

"Lewis," I whine into his mouth making him laugh laugh lightly.

"I wanna take care of you. It's my celebrations after all," Lewis tells me with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Lewis takes a second to step back and just look at me breaking out in a smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Lewis tells me with a smile playing on his lips. I just look up at him with a bright smile before pulling him back into me for another kiss.

This time Lewis gently lays me down on my back hoovering over me while he starts peppering kisses around my jaw and neck while he's using his fingers to tease my nipples making me whimper.

"Such children," Lewis teases while he gently tracing a few of the hickeys that have been left behind by everyone.

"Let me guess, Lando?" Lewis teases while tracing the heart made out of hickeys making me roll my eyes and nod my head.

"Ya, he has a thing for biting. I've tried to get him to let up," I tell Lewis with a small smile mostly embarrassed for being covered in so many markings.

"You're fucking gorgeous regardless," Lewis says with a shrug before he's pulling off his sweats and boxer revealing his semi hard dick. I follow suit standing up and pulling off my pants along with my thong.

When I climb back into the bed I put myself in the middle waiting for Lewis to climb back in to join me. He throws a condom on the bed before joining me. When he gets on the bed he spreads my thighs apart before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips before he starts his trail of kisses down my neck making his way to my already soaked pussy.

"All for me?" Lewis says with a smirk while running a finger through my folds.

"Yes," I whimper when his thumb flicks at my clit.

Lewis leans down and takes my clit into his mouth sucking on it gently while using both of his hands to reach up and start teasing my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck," I gasp out when he pinches them slightly causing pleasurable pain to shoot straight down to my pussy making me clench around nothing.

"Fuck, so good," Lewis groans while still sucking on my clit.

"Please Lew, I want you to fuck me," I beg. Lewis just laughs lightly while looking me directly in the eye.

"Patience," Lewis teases but still sits up and grabs the condoms, ripping it open and putting it on his cock.

Lewis wasn't nearly as long as Pierre but he was just as thick making me whimper when he slowly starts pushing into me.

"Fuck Lew," I moan out while gasping.

"So fucking tight," Lewis grunts while bottoming out in my pussy.

"So good," I gasp when Lewis wastes no time in starting to thrust slowly in and out of my pussy.

Lewis brings his fingers between our bodies and starts teasing my clit with his fingers only bringing me closer to an orgasm I didn't even know was nearly.

"Are you about to cum for me?" Lewis teases with a cocky smirk written all over his face.

"No," I lie but the gasp I let out while clenching around his cock gives me away.

"Cum for me," Lewis leans down and kisses my lips softly making me instantly clench around his cock cumming all over it.

"Lew," I cry out letting the tears fall from the overwhelming pleasure.

"So beautiful when you cum," Lewis tells me before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Lewis starts fucking back into my pussy making me whimper softly. He starts speeding up the thrusts again making my whimpers turn from a whimper into a loud moan when he starts speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, feel so good," Lewis grunts out while fucking into my pussy harder.

"Too good," I gasp feeling another orgasm start to build.

"Fuck, cum for me again," Lewis grunts when he can feel the tell tale signs of my pussy clenching tightly around him.

"I want you to cum with me," I whine trying to fight off the orgasm.

"Next one, come on. Cum for me," Lewis tells me sternly making me whimper.

"Fuck," I moan when I finally relax enough to cum.

Feeling another orgasm wash over my body I can't help the loud cry that leaves my lips making Lewis's hips faulter slightly but continue fucking me through my orgasm.

He gives me little to no time to come down from my high before he's fucking back into my pussy at a rough pace.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Lewis admits but still continues fucking me at the fast pace.

I bring my fingers down between us and starts rubbing my clit making me moan loudly.

"So good," I cry as Lewis continues fucking me.

I knew my final orgasm was gonna come soon but when Lewis starts plowing into my pussy at a brutal pace I can tell he's just as close as I am.

"Fuck," Lewis grunts while his hips start to falter a bit.

With one final thrust I feel Lewis start to fill the condom up triggering another orgasm making me scream out.

"Lewis!" I cry out as I feel him thrusting in and out of me to help us ride out our orgasms.

When he finally starts to pull out I whimper at the oversensitivity. He gently takes me into his arms and carries me into the connected bathroom where he draws a hot bath.

Once it's filled up he gently climbs in while still holding me. When he places me on the ground he quickly sinks into the bath while gently pulling me down so I can rest my back against his chest.

"I'm texting the group chat I made you cum in less than a minute," Lewis teases making me let out a loud whine.

"Lew! That's embarrassing," I complaing making him giggle at my childish antics.

"It was hot as fuck and I deserves bragging rights," Lewis says with a shrug but wrapping his arms around me tighter.

We continue to relax in the bath until the water runs cool which has Lew draining the bath and climbing out to grab us both towels.

I ended up spending the night with Lewis who ordered us breakfast in the morning and even made sure to drive me back to my hotel in time to catch a ride back to the airport.

"Thank you," Lewis tells me before I can get out of the car.

"Nothing to thank me for. You did amazing yesterday and you deserved it," I say with a smile.

"Yesterday was a good day," Lewis says with a smile making me laugh and nod.

"You have my number, use it," I say before pacing a quick kiss on his cheek and getting out of the car.

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AHHHHH! I hope y'all love it! Also have not proof read so apologies if theres any mistakes!

[hcneymooners]

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wnba!paige bueckers x influencer!azzi fudd. men & minors dni.

synopsis: paige bueckers is fed up and empty, burnt out and crushed by the pressure of her dallas debut. enter azzi fudd, a retired figure skater and niche influencer who might just be saving paige's life.

cw: implied mental health issues, mentions of injury, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers.

notes: i was really struggling and debating about posting this. i've gone back and forth, endlessly. this is the first thing in a while that i've written that i'm proud of, but i also understand the turbulence that comes with rpf and anything that associates with it. i truly just think these girls would be beautiful together, and i respect them regardless of the outcome of their lives.

before continuing, i want to give a heartfelt thank you to the following: @pbaz7 @azzibuckets who have literally been such an inspiration. you guys are incredible and i have so much love for you. hope you're taking care of yourself. x

my inbox is always open. don't be afraid to let me know what you think, or to just say hello.

alright, here we go.

"hello," she says, "and welcome back."

azzi's face blossoms over the screen, her cheeks rounded with the force of her smile. paige curls further into herself from where she lays in bed, her overhead headphones blocking all sound except azzi's soft, summer voice.

"today, i'm in berlin for a skaters' conference."

she's a figure skater, paige remembers, or at least she was. then her knee shattered, and she spun out. paige has watched her performances, seen her bend and curve her way into countless gold medals. she thinks of azzi's hollywood smile as she waves at the crowd, her curls tucked back from her face and her dimples dipping into the plush skin of her cheeks. she was almost intolerably beautiful at times. venus with dimples, a journalist had called her.

and now, she was just (@)azzi35 with her slightly shaky camera angles, earnest smiles, and breathy laughs.

"i'm here for their mentor program. my mom thinks it would be good for me. i don't know what i think yet."

she's so sweet, so honest. her lips are caught between her teeth, and when they slide out, they leave a berry pink stain beneath her two front teeth, the squares prominent like an american girl doll's. paige wants to lick it off.

azzi is bare-faced minus her brown mascara and pink lip mixed with a softened outline of her lip liner—shade name 'brownie'. the camera shakes slightly as she tries to show the world outside her uber window. paige finds her gaze settling on her subscriber count: 5,304. she hopes it never gets bigger, only to have azzi all to herself.

but azzi fudd is a wonderland. it's only a matter of time before the world finds her and rediscovers their venus with her gentle voice and kind eyes. but right now, in this space, with paige's midnight blue airpods max on and her chin tucked to her chest, azzi feels like only her girl. the vlogs are so lyrical, so soft that it feels like visual voicemails azzi's left for her to get to later.

paige resists the urge to comment, if only to keep the attention away. her fans will zero in on the activity like vultures in sight of meat.

"i got this new camera that all the girls say makes your filming really good. i'm a bit chronically offline, so i don't keep up with all of that, but i wish i did. learning how to work this thing is so confusing, and i feel like my content is a bit shit already."

azzi laughs after that statement, and paige thinks the uber driver does, too. she watches as azzi presses her powder pink acrylics to her bottom lip; she imagines them pressing into her instead.

"mario is my uber driver. he's been so accommodating of my rambling. well, i have to go for now. reached the hotel, and i should not be showing you where i'm staying."

azzi comes in close to the camera, her eyes like two pools of light. paige finds herself leaning in as if she's right there in the car with her. subconsciously, paige knows azzi is talking to five thousand of them, but she can't help but have the fantasy of being the only one to receive this message.

"we'll chat later, okay?"

okay, paige thinks.

azzi grins as if she's heard her, and the screen goes black. then, a thin line of white text appears. i forgot to keep filming! sorry!

paige laughs, but her headphones make it sound faraway. she's sleepy now, and the world is dusky outside as the morning comes in.

the video ends, but paige plays it again.

✺

that's the last sense of peace she gets for a while.

azzi posts on her instagram account—paige has a hunch that she either has a social media manager or forces her brothers to help her out—and paige lingers in the bathroom while she scrolls through the carousel. she strokes a thumb over the soft curve of azzi's cheek, its fullness pressed against a fan's as she smiles shyly.

she looks at the comments. the people's princess!, someone has said. she likes it before she thinks too much of it. an external pounding, different from the one in her head, breaks her out of the bubble. someone is yelling for her. maybe her coach, maybe a teammate. since joining the wnba, so many people seem to want her. paige closes her eyes and resists the urge to hug herself.

she should stay inside, stay here.

she goes out and plays.

paige walks through the park, hood up against the morning chill, headphones firmly in place. she's supposed to be on her way to an early team meeting, but she's deliberately taking the long route. she needs this—these fifteen minutes with azzi's voice in her ears, a buffer between last night's crushing defeat and whatever analysis is waiting for her at practice.

"so i went back to the rink yesterday," azzi's voice says, slightly tinny through her headphones. it’s the wired ones today. paige wants to feel more like herself, less jaded and more real. someone could simply pull the wire. she sort of hopes they do. "not to skate, just to… be there, i guess? my physical therapist said it might help with the mental block."

paige finds herself nodding as if azzi can see her. she knows about mental blocks. three missed free throws in the final quarter. twitter hasn't let her forget it.

"it smelled the same. that's what got me. like cold and rubber and—i don't know—possibility? is that weird to say?"

paige smiles. it's not weird. she gets it. the squeak of sneakers, the hollow echo of a basketball hitting hardwood. home sounds.

"it reminded me of this perfume a friend got me for christmas last year. it's a very icy smell. it's been discontinued, but she's so good at sourcing on ebay. it should be her full-time job. the notes say iris and vodka, which is so funny to me because i don't smell that at all. it just smells like home. like snow." paige wishes she would say what the perfume was, if only to see if she could find it, too. "anyway, so i'm at the rink…”

she's so caught up in azzi's voice that she doesn't notice the uneven sidewalk. her foot catches, and as she stumbles, her phone slips from her pocket, clattering to the ground. the headphones yank from her ears, suddenly filling the morning air with azzi's voice.

"…standing there like an idiot, honestly, but then my old coach—"

paige lunges for the phone, but another hand gets there first.

"was i saying anything interesting?" says a voice, exactly as the podcast continues, "—told me i didn't need to rush back into anything."

the surreal echo of the same voice, one from the device and one from above her, creates a strange doubling effect that makes paige freeze. the podcast keeps playing—“that maybe i needed to find my own path”—while the real azzi reaches down to silence it.

paige looks up, still half-crouched, and finds herself staring into azzi fudd's smiling face.

the same dimples. the same brown eyes. the same berry-pink lips from her videos, but now they're curved into an amused smile just for her and seem to be a shade darker. she's wearing a dior bodysuit, intricate diamond patterns tracing across it with strategic cutouts that reveal glimpses of warm, brown skin, paired with an asymmetrical gauzy lace skirt that floats around her legs, catching the morning light. it's elegant and ethereal, reminiscent of her skating days but with a modern edge.

paige's brain short-circuits. “you're—”

"azzi," she says, holding out the phone. "and based on what i just heard, you already know that."

heat floods paige's face. "i—yeah. i watch your videos. they're…" she struggles for a word that isn't pathetically revealing. "calming."

azzi's laugh is exactly how it sounds in her videos, but louder, tangible. "calming? that's a first. most people tell me i talk too fast."

"you do," paige says, finding her voice as she takes the phone. "but in a good way." she hesitates, then adds, "i'm paige."

azzi's eyes crinkle as she smiles, and her next words are a livewire. "i know. bueckers, right? i thought you looked familiar. i watched your game last night."

now paige wants to disappear. of course, azzi saw that disaster. she must be so red right now.

( azzi is only thinking of how blue her eyes are. )

azzi just shakes her head admiringly. "that three-pointer in the second quarter? with the defender right in your face? that was unreal."

paige blinks, surprised. most people only remember the misses. "thanks."

"i miss that feeling," azzi says, almost to herself, one hand absently smoothing the flowing material of her skirt. then she brightens. "anyway, i didn't mean to interrupt your… well, me." she gestures at the phone, and that laugh spills out again.

paige can't help it—she laughs too, a real version that loosens something tight in her chest. "it's not weird, i promise."

"no, it's definitely weird," azzi counters, still smiling. "but kind of cool. i didn't think wnba stars had time to watch my terrible travel vlogs."

"i make time," paige says, more honestly than she means to. “and they’re not terrible. you—you’re just doing what you love. i respect it.”

they stand there for a moment, the morning bustle of the park continuing around them. the breeze catches the edge of azzi's skirt, making it dance around her legs.

"well, i was just heading to get coffee," azzi says finally. "if you're not busy…"

paige thinks about practice, about the team meeting, about the inevitably grim analysis of last night's game. she feels her body lock up, feels her brain scramble. she knows what the right decision is. she makes the “wrong” one.

"i could use some coffee," she says.

✺

paige is learning just how much she's underestimated her need for somebody.

she never knew; she just assumed that she was doing alright. but coffee with azzi has led to friendship with azzi, which has led to her finding a hole inside of herself. she's only found the hole because it's beginning to fill.

it fills when azzi texts her absentmindedly about something she saw that she thought paige would like. it fills when she says good luck before a game. it fills when she calls, and paige purposefully lets it ring, only to hear the voicemail she leaves after. the filling is slow and endless, and it transmits into everything.

outside, the city hums with late-night traffic, horns blurring into the distant echo of sirens. paige should sleep—her body aches from the weight of practice, the constant push of competition—but instead, she scrolls. watches another video. then another.

azzi in a café, stirring sugar into her espresso. azzi trying on plum-colored lipstick in the reflection of a subway window, only to scrunch her face in distaste. azzi wandering through an open market, nose pink from the cold, laughing when she almost drops her phone.

paige presses the side of her fist against her mouth. there's something so unbearably soft about it, the way azzi lets the world see her like this. no stadium lights, no roaring crowds—just her, tucked away in quiet corners, existing in a way that feels small. still existing, despite the crumbling of her original path. paige wonders if azzi likes it that way. if she wants to be forgotten.

(she won't be. paige won't let her.)

she wonders if azzi understands just how much she's saved her life.

another game occurs. paige is better, though an outsider would call her phenomenal. she's not the best at being kind to herself.

twitter talks less. paige finds a way to leave herself alone. the hole is filling.

her teammates are gossiping, the usual buzz after a big win. someone mentions a player from a rival team who's been trying to get paige's attention all season. paige shrugs, a half-hearted smirk playing at the edge of her lips as she wipes her sweat-soaked face with a towel.

"i don't know, girl. she seems fun," paige says, eyes flicking toward her phone.

her teammates roll their eyes, but paige doesn't notice. she taps the screen, and the slight furrow in her brow softens when the name azzi lights up. she seems fun, paige thinks, but she's got nothing on her. she swipes to answer, her voice dropping to a tone that's so soft and easy it might not even be the same paige they all know.

"hey, az. miss me?" she says into the phone, the edge disappearing completely as she leans back against the locker, smiling like it's just the two of them alone in the world.

"hi, p," azzi says, her soft voice filtering through the speaker. paige almost closes her eyes, pictures summer rain. "i'm only calling for a few minutes. i have to get to this concert, but i think i'm lost."

paige feels a bolt of anxiety at the thought of azzi on her own in a new city. she asks her to hold a minute and checks her location. she's in a town called trogir. paige zooms out further. she's in croatia. she hops back onto the call.

"what are you doing in croatia?"

"you're such a little creep," azzi says fondly, her smile evident despite paige being unable to see her. "last-minute girls' trip with my mom. she says 'hi' by the way."

"hi, katie," paige says dutifully, and there's a faint whisper of someone saying hello in return.

"look, i'm getting distracted. i called to tell you something and—" there's the blare of a horn, and paige's heart jumps again.

"az?"

"i'm here. i'm fine. someone just almost got hit, jesus." azzi takes a deep breath, and paige wishes she was there to hold her hand. "um, okay. sorry! i called to say that i'm coming to dallas."

the world drains away, and suddenly paige can only hear the twin pumps of their hearts. her face warms with joy, and she feels the heat of a full-body blush. she's smiling like a loon, and most of her teammates have gone by now, but the ones who have stayed are watching her with amusement.

"are you being for real right now?"

azzi says yes through a sharp giggle, and paige spins in place. she sits down, suddenly dizzy, and squeezes her eyes shut until the black behind them is swimming with grains of white and pinpricks of light. she laughs.

"when will you be here? i can—i can pick you up. i will, if you want. which airport? can you just send me—"

"i will," azzi says, cutting through gently. "i promise. i'll send you everything, okay? i gotta go, but i promise."

paige clutches the phone with both hands, suddenly feeling like a child. she shifts in place and then says,

"azzi?"

"mmm?"

"will you…will you stay with me?" and it doesn't come out the way it's supposed to. it's only intended to be an offer of accommodation, but the words are swollen and filled with something else. she's asking for two things at once, and it embarrasses her.

"where else would i be?" azzi responds, and paige has nothing to say.

she goes to speak again, goes to expel the three little words sitting deep inside of her chest, but she swallows them down. she's such a child. she's a school girl with a crush.

"az?"

"yes?"

"i just—i can't wait to see you."

the background quiets. paige doesn't know where she is.

"me too, p. i miss you more than anything."

they end the call. the locker room has emptied now. it's only her. paige places her head in her hands. she grasps at her face, slides her hands over her mouth, and screams.

✺

the week of azzi's arrival comes so close, so quickly, like a flame.

paige barges into her coaches' office with so much force that it blindsides them, just enough for them to let out a startled 'sure' when she requests a couple of days off. she smiles with all of her teeth at the affirmative and gets on the road while she's still riding the high.

she arrives at the airport two hours early, as if punctuality could somehow make time move faster. she parks in short-term, ignoring the exorbitant fee. money doesn't matter today; only azzi does.

the arrivals hall is a mess of bodies and noise. families reuniting, frazzled pets held tightly, passengers searching hopelessly for their ubers. paige finds herself pacing, checking her phone, the overhead screens, her phone again. she's wearing a baseball cap pulled low, but she doesn't think anyone would recognize her anyway—not with her face this soft, this open with anticipation.

a text from azzi: landed. heading to baggage claim. see you soon x

the ��x’ makes paige's heart stutter. she types back can't wait and deletes three different emojis before sending it plain.

when people start streaming through the arrivals gate, paige stands on her tiptoes, scanning the crowd. her height should be an advantage, but the nervous energy makes her feel small. she sees families, couples, businesspeople, then—

azzi.

she's wearing low-waisted jeans that reveal her belly piercing and a baby blue spaghetti-strap tank underneath a white bolero sweater that’s slipping off of one shoulder. her curls are gathered in a loose bun on top of her head, a few strands framing her face. she looks tired but luminous, dragging a carry-on behind her, eyes searching the crowd.

their gazes lock.

the moment stretches between them like taffy, sweet and pulling. then azzi's face breaks into a smile so bright it could power the entire terminal, and she's moving, weaving through the crowd with sudden purpose.

paige doesn't remember deciding to move, but suddenly, she's striding forward too. they meet somewhere in the middle, and paige doesn't know what to do with her hands. a hug? a wave? she hesitates, awkward and aching.

azzi has no such reservations. she drops her bag and throws her arms around paige's neck, her body warm and solid and real. she smells like airplane air and something sweet—vanilla maybe, or honey. paige's arms wrap around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground. she presses her face into azzi's neck and breathes.

"hi," azzi whispers, her breath warm against paige's ear.

"hey," paige says back, and it comes out embarrassingly rough. she clears her throat and tries again. "welcome to dallas."

when they pull apart, they're both smiling like idiots. azzi's eyes are wet, but she wipes at them quickly, laughing. "sorry, i'm just—it's been a long flight."

"no, i get it," paige says, even though she doesn't cry after flights. she gets it because she feels it too—this overwhelming something that makes her chest feel too small for her heart.

azzi reaches up and tugs the brim of paige's cap. "nice disguise, superstar. almost didn’t recognize you."

"shut up," paige laughs, taking azzi's bag before she can protest. "come on, i'm parked this way."

as they walk toward the exit, their hands brush once, twice. on the third time, paige hooks her pinky around azzi's, the smallest point of contact. she doesn't look over, but she feels azzi smile beside her.

in the car, azzi talks about her flight, about the book she read, about the baby two rows back who cried for four straight hours. pretty impressive actually, she says with a light smile. paige listens, stealing glances whenever traffic slows. the late afternoon sun catches in azzi's hair, turning the edges golden. paige grips the steering wheel tighter.

"you're staring," azzi says without looking over.

"you're beautiful," paige replies, the words tumbling out before she can stop them.

the car falls silent. paige keeps her eyes fixed on the road, her face burning. she's blown it. she's made it weird. she's—

"so are you," azzi says softly. her hand finds paige's on the gearshift, her thumb tracing circles on paige's knuckles. "i really love your eyes."

the traffic moves forward. they do, too.

✺

the room is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. it's late afternoon, the world outside bustling, but here, there's warmth and stillness. paige is sitting on the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her, and azzi is curled up against her, head resting on paige's lap.

azzi's breathing is slow, even, and paige runs her fingers gently through the soft curls resting on her thigh. she's been like this for hours, scrolling through her phone aimlessly, but there's nothing that can pull her attention away now. she doesn't even notice how still she's become, how careful she is with every movement, how much she's trying to keep quiet so azzi doesn't stir.

azzi shifts slightly, her cheek pressing deeper into the fabric of paige's shorts, and paige freezes, holding her breath as if moving too much would ruin it. the sight of azzi so peaceful, so vulnerable in her arms, is enough to make paige's chest tighten. she hasn't felt this attached in months. but here she is, with the lines between her and azzi a little too blurry, and paige doesn't mind. she's unafraid.

azzi's eyelids flutter for a second, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and paige smiles to herself. there's a part of her that wants to get up, stretch her legs, maybe go grab a drink. but she can't—won't. not with azzi here, warm and trusting in her lap.

she watches the rise and fall of azzi's chest, her fingers gently tracing patterns along azzi's arm. if she moves now, she knows she'll ruin it, disturb the quiet. and for once, paige doesn't care about anything else. she doesn't care about the press or the noise or her next game. she just wants to stay like this, with azzi in her arms, forever. she wants to film this, make her own vlog to watch back when the world is crushing her.

time passes without her noticing. outside, cars begin to slow in the height of rush hour. it's perfect; it's just the two of them. azzi stays asleep, her head tucked into the curve of paige's body, and paige lets her be, letting the moment stretch on until she doesn't even know how long it's been.

eventually, paige's phone vibrates on the table beside them, but she doesn't move to answer it. instead, she looks down at azzi, resting her chin on top of her head, a soft whisper of "i got you" escaping from her lips.

it's a promise, even if neither of them has said the real words yet.

after another hour, azzi stirs slowly, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. she stretches, cat-like, still half-under, before realizing her head is resting on something warm. someone. paige.

“what time is it?” she mumbles, her voice rough with sleep.

paige shifts slightly, her hand still tangled in azzi's curls. "almost seven," she says softly. "you were out for a while."

azzi sits up, blinking in the dim light of early evening. she rubs her eyes, embarrassed. "why didn't you wake me up?"

"you looked like you needed it," paige says, and then adds with a grin, "plus, i liked watching you sleep. you make these little noises—"

"i do not," azzi cuts in, laughing as she pushes at paige's shoulder.

it's then that azzi notices the coffee table. it's covered in takeout containers���at least a dozen of them, all neatly arranged. she blinks, confused.

"i got food," paige explains, suddenly looking sheepish. "i didn't know what you'd want, so i just got you everything."

azzi leans forward, opening one of the containers. quinoa salad with roasted vegetables. another one reveals a green smoothie bowl topped with chia seeds. a third has some kind of grain bowl with avocado and sprouts.

"i thought you hated ‘healthy-healthy’ food," azzi says, looking up at paige with wonder.

paige shrugs, averting her eyes. "yeah, but you don't. and i thought you might be hungry when you woke up, so…"

there's a moment of silence, and then azzi is moving, closing the distance between them. she reaches up, curling her fingers around the back of paige's neck, and pulls her down until their foreheads touch.

"you're something else, p," she whispers, and before paige can respond, azzi presses her lips to hers.

it's soft, sleepy, a barely-there touch that feels like the most natural thing in the world. then it deepens.

paige clutches at the base of her neck and tries to swallow her, biting at her bottom lip until azzi gives her enough room to slip in her tongue. azzi makes a high noise, something like a whimper, and paige squeezes her waist with her free hand. she kisses her harder, her fingers trailing gently over the cool gem of her belly button piercing. when they pull apart, paige's eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed.

"was that okay?" azzi asks, suddenly unsure.

paige nods, a smile spreading across her face like a slow sunrise. "okay? fuck, az. that was more than okay." it was all i've ever wanted, is what she holds back.

azzi smiles back, her cheeks bunched high with the force of it, and then gestures to the food. "we should probably eat before it gets cold."

paige laughs, reaching for a container. "i think some of it's supposed to be cold, babe."

"will you shut up?" azzi says, but she's smiling far too hard for it to have any bite. they don't say anything about the pet name.

they eat cross-legged on the floor, containers spread between them, talking about nothing and everything. it feels like they've been doing this forever, like they've known each other all their lives. like, this is exactly where they're supposed to be.

at least, paige knew this was where she was supposed to be. and if it felt miles better than being on the court, that’s her perfect secret.

✺

the press room is buzzing with the usual chatter. paige's post-game routine is the same—answer the same questions, give the same responses. she's had enough of it by now, the lights, the cameras, the questions she's been asked a thousand times before.

"paige, great game tonight! you really pulled through in the second half," one reporter begins, the usual pleasantries. "but we have to ask—can you tell us about your friendship with azzi fudd? we've seen you two together a lot recently, and you two are a little bit of an unlikely duo."

paige's shoulders tense, her jaw tightening slightly. she can feel the eyes of every reporter in the room, all waiting for her to answer in the same carefully scripted way. she's never been one for this media circus, and she certainly doesn't enjoy being poked and prodded about her personal life. but something shifts in her. the question lingers, more intimate than the usual “game analysis” ones.

she leans back in her chair, trying to act casual, but her eyes flicker down to her phone hidden in her lap. the screen lights up with a text, and her lockscreen flashes. it’s a picture of her and azzi, their faces haloed by the dallas sun. paige isn’t even looking into the camera; she can’t be bothered to look at anything that isn’t her. azzi is laughing, open-mouthed and pleased.

this is her girl, the way the world once saw her, the way paige always sees her: aphrodite with the world at her feet.

"um, well," paige starts, her voice surprisingly steady, "azzi… she's everything. i mean, look, she's always been special to me. she found me at a time in life when i needed her. she's been through more than people know, and i respect the hell out of her for that. she's my best friend, my person.”

paige stops herself, eyes narrowing as if considering whether to backtrack or not. instead, she continues, the words coming out before she can hold them back.

"azzi's a queen, man," she says, a lightness in her voice that's unmistakable. "she deserves to be loved for more than just her talent, you know? what she used to be. people see her as this little ice princess frozen in time, but she's so much more than that. she's smart, funny, kind. i'm lucky to have her in my life. i wish i’d had her earlier.”

the room goes quiet for a moment. paige can't help but glance at the reporters in front of her, their pens moving quickly, capturing every word.

she doesn't care. not this time. the clip goes viral within minutes, the headline flashing across social media—paige bueckers opens up about friendship with azzi fudd: "she deserves to be loved."

✺

paige is in bed, the lights dim, but her face is illuminated by the glow of her phone. her ponytail is messy and dark with sweat from a long day of practice, but she doesn't care. azzi's facetime rings in, and her heart skips a beat.

"hey, princess," she greets, already in a lighter mood. azzi's there, scrunching her nose at the camera, dressed in a cozy hoodie and no makeup, just her.

"am i keeping you up?" azzi teases softly.

paige leans back against her pillow, trying to act nonchalant, but there's a softness in her voice that betrays her. "i was just waiting for you to call." she traces her finger along the edge of the screen. "couldn't sleep without hearing your voice."

and she sees it in azzi's face: that warm affirmation that she saw what paige said during press today. they don't talk about it. instead, azzi says,

"i love you. so much."

paige's chest tightens. she nods, tries to say i love you too, i love you more— but struggles against the lump in her throat. azzi hears her anyway. she always seems to understand.

"um, tell me about your day," paige finally pushes out.

"sure, baby.”

azzi begins to talk. paige puts her airpods in. blocks out any other noise. she falls asleep like that.

© hcneymooners.

[vettelsvee]

DON'T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS | Carlos Sainz

⋆ PAIRING: Carlos Sainz x Girlfriend!Reader ⋆ SUMMARY: Carlos is giving his everything to try being the best after his life changed by entering Williams, even that means his health might be at risk... and even when you try your best to support him every way possible ⋆ WORD COUNT: 929 ⋆ WARNINGS: Mental health issues, a bit angsty ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: Williams!Carlos fic to celebrate I got the Williams Meet & Greet with Carlos and Alex tomorrow and I'm nervous af. Hope you like this one even it's short and remember that if you liked it you can comment and reblog, and even make requests, since I'd appreciate it a lot! Thank you so much for reading! <3 Also we’re close to 2k followers so give me ideas for a fic event pls 🙏🏻 ↳ TALK TO ME/MAKE YOUR REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

Carlos woke up that Wednesday morning around six o'clock, excited to start his training even before having breakfast.

The next Grand Prix, in Imola, was the next one in the 2025 season, his newest one with Williams. After Ferrari decided it was the best to replace him with Lewis, he was lost; however, in the upcoming months after that abrupt decision, and especially after signing with his newest team, he really believed welcoming new beginnings was meant to be.

Now, after a few months into the season, doubt and overthinking were surrounding his head all the time.

The truth was, although he found it hard to admit, the past few days had been tough on him. He didn’t take care of himself like he should. He decided to train excessively, even more than what his coaches and specialists advised him to, leading to his body starting to feel the backlash: the muscle pain he was experiencing was immense, and his body was way more tired than usual.

However, that didn't make him stop. The comparisons on the internet with his newest teammate, Alex Albon, were killing him even he tried to stay as calm as possible. Carlos knew he still had to adapt to the team; that he was, actually, adapting to the team, but some comments from people that didn’t know the truth behind it all were that gross that all the Spanish could think about was not being good enough for Formula 1.

That, maybe, it was his time to say goodbye to the sport that not only gave him life, but also he gave his life for.

When he arrived at the gym, he found you, already training to be able to go to work in the upcoming hours.

"Hey, what's wrong?" 

You quickly approached him as soon as you saw him, gently touching his arm. You didn't like the tension you noticed on Carlos’ face, but at the same time, you didn't want to intrude on his thoughts because you knew how close, shy and, moreover, ashamed, he was with everything involving sharing his deepest worries.

"I'm fine," Carlos replied curtly, although you already know it wasn't true.

You knew something was wrong no matter how much the driver insisted otherwise, so that's why, without thinking about it too much, you took a step forward and decided it was best to address the problem (or at least, try to) once and for all, with your boyfriend:

"Listen, babe…" 

You began speaking softly, while trying to approach him the best way possible so that he didn’t treat you like he was used to every time he couldn’t face his problems in conversations with others.

"I think you're training too much, and it's affecting you, physically and mentally. I hope you realize that what you're doing is not going to help you achieve better results, no matter how much you insist otherwise," you continued. “You’re more than worth, and just keeping yourself busy trying to be the best, when you might not be able to…”

"You don't understand," Carlos interrupted you with frustration. "I need to train harder if I want to win."

You sighed, understanding him but, at the same time, getting more worried at his stubbornness.

"I'm aware of how much you want to do well for Williams, really, but you can't continue punishing yourself like this. You need to take a break and listen to what your body is telling you," you said gently.

Carlos felt a bit resentful, but he knew, deep down, you were more than right. Still, he couldn't help but feel bad about himself once again because, since the beginning of the new season, and even in the past one, he had been compared to his teammates.

He didn’t want to be compared with Charles or Alex. 

He just wanted people to talk about him, for the worse or for the better.

"Maybe you're right," he finally admitted. "But I feel like what I've been doing isn't enough to be on the same line with the rest of the grid."

You approached him and, delicately, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You can't compare yourself to others, love. You are you, Carlos Sainz, and you have your own strengths and weaknesses. So, please… try your best to just ignore the journalists, okay? You know how they are and how much they like drama…"

Carlos pondered over your words and realized that his girlfriend was right: if he continued punishing his body like that, the consequences would be more severe than they were at that moment. And he didn’t want to miss another race like he did last season when he had appendicitis.

"Thank you for telling me what I don't want to hear," Carlos said, embracing you. "As much as you love me, if you didn't manage to make me see reason, to talk to me... I don't want to know what would have happened to my head more than my body, really. I should take a break, maybe creating a new training routine, but I should discuss it with..."

You smiled, listening carefully to your boyfriend as he talked about his plans to try to silence that impostor syndrome that was eating him alive, even admitting that he might seek even more psychological help than the one he already had to manage himself better.

"I'm here to support you in everything, Carlitos," you finally answer, a huge smile on your face. "You don't have to thank me for caring about you… for making you see how much you’re worth."

[thatguywrites]

F1 grid with Chronic pain Boyfriend

Verstappen, Piastri, Hamilton, Alonso, Bottas

Headcannons

Max Verstappen

Pays for the highest level medical care for you

Whatever helps your pain the most, braces, medications, straight up weed, you've got it in abundance

He'll always give you massages, or run hot baths for you whenever you need

When you start to get fatigued, and lean on things more than not, he's instantly at your side

He's more than willing to spend a whole day in bed with you if you just don't feel like getting out of bed

Advocates more for disabled people, beyond paralysis, looking into the Chronic pain that racing can cause like the back pain Fernando and Lewis have ended up with

Lewis

Funds a lot of research into your condition and similar other conditions

Speaks out about it a ton

Pays any fees necessary (I mean if mental health is included ig?)

Finds acceptable fashion, things that don't snag on your mobility aids or clash with your braces

Helps you do pt exercises

Considers training Roscoe to be a service animal for you

Decides on getting you a pretrained breed of your choice instead

Fernando Alonso

Makes sure his drivers room always has everything that helps you

Let's use use his body to support your joints

Will massage your joints as long as you agree to massage his back later

Or not, hes not too pressed

He likes buying fun gadgets that are supposed to help

He hates seeing you in pain, so he figures that whatever money can buy you will have

Valtteri Bottas

Encourages you to bike for pt, or to just to move

Finds/designs braces that fit your esthetic so you never feel uncomfortable wearing them

Always brings you to the sauna when yall are in Finland so that your joints don't get too cold

Is also perfectly ok vacationing wherever is best for you

Spain? Sounds good

America? Sure

Japan? Wonderful!

He's also very adaptable day to day, if you need to cancel because of pain he'll never complain

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@koalapastries @justaf1girl @spoonfulofmilo @lokisen

[mythicalmaven]

Beyond Boundaries • Oscar Piastri (PART TWO)

HERE IT IS! Part two! This time with smut, as promised <3 Hope you'll like the chapter! I hope i'll be able to post chapter 3 ASAP!

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↳pairing: oscar piastri x female!reader (norris!reader) ↳word count: 3.8K ↳↳ parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, ↳series summary: Since Oscar joined McLaren as your brother’s teammate, you two have quickly become best friends. Recently promoted to be Oscar’s physiotherapist, you both relish the opportunity to spend more time together. However, as the new role brings you closer, Oscar finds himself grappling with unexpected feelings and rising tension, leaving him conflicted about how to handle his emotions

↳chapter warnings: reader is dared to give Oscar a lap dance during truth or dare, masturbation (Oscar), bestfriend!reader, sexual content, sexual tension, NSFW, 18+ content (mdni), brother's teammate trope (reader is lando's sister)

Almost a month has passed since your first race weekend as Oscar's physiotherapist, and you have to admit that you have had the time of your life. You love your new job and are absolutely thrilled to work in the field you've studied so hard for. The fact that you get to work closely with your best friend has had a very positive impact on your mental health. You can confidently say that you are in a great state of mind.

It was the weekend before Oscar's home race in Melbourne, the race of the year that Oscar always looked forward to the most, but also put the most pressure on the young Australian driver. He felt more need to perform well when it was in his home country. 

Several drivers and their girlfriends, who were part of your friend group, decided to arrive in Australia a week early to spend some off-track time together in a big house by the sea. The group included Lando, Oscar, Daniel, Max, George, Logan, Alex, and their girlfriends. Since you were good friends with them, you tagged along as well, even though you are a driver's sister and not a girlfriend. Though, sometimes, you wish you were a certain someone's girlfriend.

That said villa is where you were currently chilling on a lounger, sunglasses resting on your nose as you were deep into a conversation with Alex' girlfriend, Lily & Max's girlfriend, Kelly about what your plans would be during the moments off on race week when you felt your phone vibrate in the pockets on your shorts. 

You grabbed your phone and took your sunglasses of your nose to check in the message that you got. The moment you saw that it was a text from Oscar, you felt a smile grow on your face. 

Osc: Hi there! Look up :)

Looking up from your phone, you scanned your eyes around and across the pool you saw Oscar and Daniel standing, both with a beer in hand. You immediately locked eyes with Oscar, who raised his beer to gesture hello, flashing you his signature smile as well as a careful wink. 

Y/n: Hi x

"What are you smiling about?" Kelly asked cheekily, already onto something.

Lily replied in a chuckle, following your gaze, which landed on Oscar and Daniel "I think it has to do something with a certain Australian and his name is definitely not Daniel" 

You scoffed at Lily's comment "Yes, it was Oscar who texted me. But it's not what you think it is" you told them. 

"Y/n, I've known you for years. I can see the way you look at him, and he's doing the exact same thing. There's a reason people call him Oscar 'heart eyes' Piastri," Lily said, raking a hand through her hair. "It's all over social media, girl. They ship you two so hard that there are even edits going viral."

Your eyes widened a bit at Lily's words, surprised that it was supposedly all over social media. It was probably TikTok, a platform you’d been avoiding for multiple reasons. "He is not giving me heart eyes," you scoffed again, downing your cocktail in one go. "And besides, I don't see him like that. He's my best friend, and I don't have feelings for him anyway." Lies

Kelly giggled and rolled her eyes "Yeah, and Max sucks at formula 1" she joked "Do you believe yourself?"

You slumped down deeper into the lounge bed, covering your face with your hands "Fine, I might have a small crush on him" you confessed, feeling your cheeks starting to flush. 

"Small?" Lily raised her eyebrows, looking at your flushed state.

"FINE, I'm in love with him, happy now?" you whisper-yelled, making sure only Kelly and Lily could hear. "It's not like it matters anyway. I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same, and even if he did, I couldn't do anything about it."

Kelly took a sip of her cocktail, looking at you reassuringly. "First of all, I'm pretty sure he's constantly checking you out. Have you never noticed that?" As you shook your head, she continued, "But why wouldn't you be able to do anything about it?"

You let out a sigh of defeat "Well, for starters I'm pretty sure that Lando will kill both me and him. When I started getting closer with the boys on the grid, we made the rule I wouldn't date his teammates. It would make things way too complicated if anything went wrong" you explained, trying not to ramble "And second, I'm literally his physiotherapist now. It wouldn't be very ethical to date my client, would it? I know it's different in our case because we were best friends before I got the job, but it still feels unprofessional. And I'm pretty sure my boss wouldn't be delighted with that news either."

You shrugged and looked at your lap, staring at your phone with the conversation with Oscar still open. "But it's not relevant, because I know for a fact that he doesn't feel the same. I'm pretty sure I'm not even his type."

"Well, I'm pretty sure you definitely are on his radar. But I have no clue how to prove that t you" Lily said, a smile on her lips "And to be honest, I'm pretty sure that Lando would be fine with it if you were honestly so in love. I get what you mean regarding your job tho. It might make things complicated. But to be fair, if it's real love, then it should be worth the risk. Shouldn't it?"

Another vibration of your phone got your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was Oscar again, apparently he noticed the change of mood in you. So he was watching you from time to time, apparently

Osc: You feeling well? You look a little defeated. 

"Talking about the devil, aren't we?" Lily asks as she sits down beside me.

"Yup" you nodded, breathing in, trying to think of something you could reply 

Y/n: Yeah, peachy :) Just a little tired from the heat of the sun. Nothing to worry about, Osc 

Osc: Saw that your cocktail is empty, wanna make another one? I wanted to get a new beer as well, so we might as well go in together. You know, two birds with one stone

Y/n: Sure :)

"I'm gonna get a new cocktail, I'll be back in a bit" you stated with a kind smile as you stood up from the lounger, adjusting your shorts and making sure your bikini top looked presentable. 

After giving you a smile in return, Kelly leaned towards Lily. "You know, I might have a little plan to get some action going on between the two of them," she whispered sneakily, nodding towards Oscar and you.

Lily rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh god, what are you planning?"

"Well, you know how Alex suggested playing truth or dare tonight with drinks, right? Why not make it a little more interesting and have y/n do something to make Oscar a bit jealous? That might steer him in the right direction," she proposed.

"And what exactly do you have in mind?" Lily asked, not entirely sure if she found the idea very smart.

"We could always dare her to kiss Logan or something. They're good friends, and I'm pretty sure neither of them would mind since they've kissed before," Kelly started. "Besides, she's kissed Carlos during truth or dare before, so I know she's not too awkward for that during games."

"Hmm," Lily replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she took a breath. "I think I have a better plan." She proposed her idea, making Kelly's eyes light up in agreement.

Lily smiled back at her friend and shifted her gaze to her boyfriend. "Alex!" she called out a bit louder, her boyfriend immediately making his way over to the two girls.

"Okay, so we kinda have an idea. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone, okay?" Lily said.

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Meanwhile Oscar and you were in the kitchen, deciding on what cocktail to make. Oscar was staring at the contents of the fridge, not sure what to grab. 

You walked your way over to Oscar, resting your chin on his shoulder, looking over it to see if the ingredients were there "We could make a sex on the beach?" you suggested calmly "I love the taste of those"

Oscar felt a jolt go down his spine at the feeling of your chin on his shoulder and your breath near his ear. The hairs on his neck standing up at the contact "I think we should be able to, we have all the ingredients here, I guess" 

You smiled happily "If you grab the ingredients, 'll go grab the shaker and a new straw" 

You stand side by side with Oscar, the kitchen counter filled with an assortment of colorful ingredients. The air is filled with laughter as Oscar playfully nudges you with his elbow. 

“Okay, so what should we start with?” he asks, eyes twinkling with excitement.

You grab a bottle of orange juice, and some cranberry juice. “How about starting with these? They’re essential for a Sex on the Beach cocktail.”

Oscar grins, grabbing the shaker and some ice. “Absolutely! And we definitely need to add a little bit of this,” he says, holding up a bottle of vodka.

As you pour the orange juice into the shaker, Oscar’s fingers brush yours, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. He adds the vodka with a flourish, spilling a bit on the counter, which makes both of you burst into giggles.

“Oops! Guess I’m a little too enthusiastic,” he chuckles, wiping it up with a towel.

You add just the right amount of cranberry juice, then pass him the shaker. “Your turn, mix master.”

Oscar dramatically rolls up his sleeves and starts shaking the ingredients, his exaggerated seriousness making you laugh even harder. “I take my cocktail-making very seriously,” he says with a mock stern face.

After a few minutes of shaking and playful banter, the cocktail is finally ready. You both pour the mixture into two glasses, garnishing them with an orange slice and a cherry. You clink your glasses together, eyes meeting over the rim.

“To our masterpiece!” Oscar declares.

“To our masterpiece,” you echo, taking a sip. The flavors burst on your tongue, a perfect blend of sweet, tangy, and fruity.

“This is amazing!” you exclaim, and Oscar’s face lights up with pride.

“We make a pretty good team,” he says, his smile warm and genuine.

As you both enjoy your drinks, the kitchen filled with your laughter and shared triumph, you can’t help but feel the around vibe around you grow a little more intimate, one cocktail at a time.

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As the evening progresses, you find yourself in the living room with the group, playing a lively game of truth or dare. The room is comfortably cluttered with friends lounging in various spots. A few are sprawled out on the carpet, laughing and leaning against each other. Others are perched on chairs, while a couple of people, including you, are settled on the couch.

The atmosphere is incredibly enjoyable, a mix of playful teasing and shared laughter. George and Alex, seated on the floor, have already kissed for a dare, much to everyone's amusement. Max, from his seat on a chair, had to chug an entire beer in one go, eliciting cheers and applause. Kelly, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, shared an embarrassing experience, her cheeks turning pink as everyone laughed with her.

You glance around, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. The game has been going on for a while, and each turn brings new surprises and more laughter.

Here's a refined version of the passage:

"Okay, Oscar, your turn," Max said, casting a curious glance at the Australian.

Oscar met the Dutch driver's gaze. "I'll go with truth," he decided after a moment's thought.

"Hmmm," Max began, leaning forward. "What's your biggest turn-on?" he asked with confidence.

Oscar's eyes briefly flicked towards you before he refocused on Max. "Well... I'm really into teasing," he admitted, running a hand through his wavy hair. "I like building up the tension for the real stuff. But I also can't resist a sensual massage," he added with a slight grin.

Kelly, seated next to you, shot you a knowing smirk upon hearing Oscar's response. "Well, well, look at that," she whispered teasingly "I think you remember that.. You know, for work purposes" she added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged her shoulder. "Shut up, will you" you retorted.

"Lily, truth or dare?" Oscar interjected. When Lily chose dare, he grinned mischievously. "I dare you to read the last sexual text you sent Alex out loud."

Lily blushed but giggled. "Alright, fine," she agreed, glancing at Alex apologetically. She scrolled through her phone until she found the message. "Well, I sent him a picture, which I'm definitely not showing here. But the text said, 'Say my name when you come for me,'" she read aloud.

The group erupted in cheers and playful whistles, teasingly congratulating Alex. "Damn, you've hit the jackpot with her," you joked, nudging Alex's arm. "Not only is she gorgeous, but she's got skills with sexting too."

"Hey, why do you think I'm always in such a good mood" he joked back at you.

After the laughing had died down a bit, Lily looked around the room, pretending to decide who she would choose. Which was of course not necessary, since it was time for the plan...

"Alright, y/n, truth or dare?" Lily's mischievous grin focused on you.

"Dare," you replied, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in your stomach. When it came to Lily, you could never predict what she had in mind, during games like these. 

Lily exchanged a knowing look with Kelly before turning back to you. "I dare you to give Oscar a lap dance."

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at Oscar, who looked both surprised and flushed, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. 

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you stood up and walked towards Oscar, who watched you with a mix of anticipation and a hint of disbelief. The room fell into a hushed silence, everyone waiting to see your next move.

"You sure you're okay with this?" you asked him softly, a small smile directed to him "100%" he replied, a small smile joining the blush on his face.

You leaned towards him, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay" you reassured him, feeling his nerves radiate beside you. "I've got this."

You knelt down in front of Oscar, catching his gaze. "I hope you're ready for this, Osc" you whispered softly, your hand brushing his cheek gently. There it was again, the nickname, that goddamned nickname made him feel things that he shouldn't.

Oscar's eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his throat as you straddled him, feeling the warmth of his body beneath yours. Your movements were slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of the music playing softly in the background. Each sway and grind sent a shiver down Oscar's spine, and he struggled to contain the building desire that threatened to overwhelm him. 

As the dance continued, Oscar felt himself growing hard, his body reacting instinctively to your closeness and the intimacy of the moment. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust his position to hide his predicament, but the effort was futile. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he prayed no one else noticed.

You could confidently state that you were very much enjoying the way you could feel his body betraying him. He's losing control and you knew it. The tightness in his jeans a clear indicator that his facade is crumbling to pieces. The calm and reserved Oscar Piastri, now a whimpering and flustered mess. It's almost like a challenge to you, trying to get him to snap.

He bit his lip, trying his hardest to hold back his moans, but occasionally a soft whimper escaped his lips, barely audible over the music. Only you could hear those little sounds, adding to the tension between you.

Finally, as the song came to an end, you leaned in close to Oscar's ear, your breath warm against his skin. "See? That wasn't so bad now, was it?" you murmured softly, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before standing up and returning to your seat.

The room erupted into cheers and applause, everyone teasing and cheering for both of you. Oscar sat there, still slightly dazed but with a shy smile on his face, his admiration for you mixed with a feeling of desire that he couldn't quite shake. Stuck with the predicament in his trousers.

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A few hours later, you found yourself laying on your bed, still thinking about the situation with Oscar. You wanted to check up on Oscar, wondering if he was not feeling awkward about it. His room was on the other side of the hallway, but you didn't wanna go there, since you were sure that everyone else was sleeping and you didn't want anyone waking up. But honestly, you wouldn't take the leap either if anyone was still awake, since you didn't want to give them the wrong impression. So you opted for a facetime call, something the two of you did very often when you weren't together. 

Oscar was currently laying in his bed as well, shirtless. Wearing nothing but his boxers. His once pale skin, now tanned from the sun, on display. He was in conflict with himself, he hadn't been able to get rid of the persisting hard on he had from the lap dance. He tried everything to get rid of it, from a cold shower, to thinking about the most disgusting things. Nothing seemed to help.  

"Screw it" he muttered softly as he moved glided his hand down his abdomen and inside of his boxers. His thoughts trailing back to the way your ass moved over hit clothed dick as he grabbed his member in his hand. He can't help but let out a small moan as he continues to work on himself, his hand moving in up and down strokes in a steady rhythm.

He can still imagine your lips on his cheek, it drives him absolutely wild. His breath is growing more and more erratic. Oscar imagines your small hands being the one to touch his dick "Oh god.. y/n.." he moans out softly, attempting to stay as quiet as possible. His heart racing with every filthy thought that raced through his mind, the feeling of his release already getting closer each stroke. 

His moment was cut short when he felt his phone vibrating on his night stand 'who would call him at this time?'  he wondered

he contemplated on ignoring the call, until he saw that it was you who was trying to call him. The slightest moan leaving his lips at the idea of hearing your voice. He took his phone from his nightstand, taking a deep breath before picking up. Hoping he could play of his flustered face to the alcohol he had consumed. 

"Hey Osc"he heard your voice echo through the phone, his hand still gliding over his cock, now in a slower and careful strokes. He tried to convince his brain to stop touching himself, but he simply couldn't, the sound of your voice too arousing.

"Hi" he mumbled softly, biting his lip to stiffle his moan. Oscar was rock hard and pre-come was already leaking from the tip. It was embarrassing at how close he already was.

You saw the flushed cheeks on his face, but didn't think much "I just wanted to check on you... I hope you I didn't make you uncomfortable earlier with the dare. I had no idea they were going to ask me to do that." you said softly, the soft vibrations of your voice immediately traveling to Oscar's throbbing dick. 

"Hey, it's okay" Oscar's expression softened, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at your face on his screen "And to answer your question... yes, I did enjoy it." he replied, a small smirk growing on his face.

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, a mix of relief and something more flooding through you. "Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Yeah," Oscar nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Probably more than I should have." 

Oscar's fingers wrap tighter around the base of his cock, a whine threatening to escape when he starts to move his hand a little faster now. He tried his utter best to hide what he was doing during your call. He knew it was unethical, but he couldn't help himself. You made him so incredibly turned on that it almost hurt. He studies your face on his screen so intently, that he didn't even notice the moan and the soft 'fuck' that left his lips.

You felt a rush of emotions at his words, knowing there was something unspoken between you both. "I'm glad," you replied softly, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face.

"Good" he said, his voice no more than a hoarse whisper as he felt his release getting closer and closer. Oscar's breath was ragged now and heat clings to his arms, skin burning with want as he imagines your lips around his cock. He was so incredibly aroused, hot pressure rising in his dick. 

"Osc?" oh fuck, not that nickname again, pretty sure he would be able to cum with you saying his name like that over and over again.

He works over himself, hand shaking with every twist of his wrist and it’s getting him so close, he has to slow down a little "Yeah?" he pretty much moaned out. His attempt to hide the fact that he was jerking off, failing miserably.

Oscar was jerking himself desperately now, his hand moving a erratically. He was so incredibly close, another groan threatening to slip. Still completely unaware that you had already catched on to the fact that he was pleasuring himself, until he suddenly heard you speak up.

"Come for me, Osc" 

So he did. It didn't take long. Not even two desperate strokes later, his entire body started twitching and he felt a shock wave traveling through his body. The utmost erotic sound escaped his lips "Ah... fuck... y/n" he groaned as his release washed over him, his cum spilling all over his own hand and abdomen.

After the last wave had passed, Oscar tried to catch his breath, meanwhile carefully slowing down the rhythm of his movements "Fuck, that was so hot.." he breathed

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[crippledpunks]

if you try to police disabled peoples' diets INCLUDING how they spend their money on food: i just want to ask why? what do you gain from this? like seriously, what do you actually gain from displaying holier-than-thou behavior toward another person's spending and dietary habits? who cares if you would spend your money "better"? you're not them. this is a form of abuse. you literally have no idea what the disabled person can safely digest and actually gains nutrients and energy from. you have no clue, even if you share the same disorder, you are not that person, nor are you their gastroenterologist or other specialist.

telling disabled people to "eat healthier," "eat more salads," "eat more fresh fruits," "eat more fresh vegetables," "eat more grains," and so on can not only be outwardly dangerous for people who have digestive issues like inflammatory bowel diseases, gastroparesis, irritable bowel disease, acid reflux, a history of ulcers, gastritis, and a long list of other digestive health issues, it can outright kill someone if they form a blockage. this can also injure, sicken or kill diabetics, people with non-diabetic low or high blood sugar, blood pressure issues, kidney and liver issues, and many other people.

not only that but you're potentially forcing a neurodivergent person to eat foods that nauseate, sicken, or disgust them, and for what? autistic people know what foods are safe for them to eat. adhd people need to find finds they can manage to keep in their homes without spoiling. dissociative people, people with ADHD, head trauma, develeopmental disorders, other people with memory issues, dementia, alzheimers, psychotic people, and other mental and cognitive health issues need foods they can prepare safely, because many mentally ill and neurodivergent people can't safe;y cook without risk of injury or damage to their home.

people who deal with allergies and intolerances are constantly struggling with being told how to eat when they are the ones who know their experience the most. NOBODY gives a fuck about people with allergies and literally nobody takes food intolerances seriously. i can't digest animal products OR byproducts anymore. i lost the ability. but sometimes i question "maybe i can try it again because this food is cheaper." well. i decided i was spending too much on groceries due to inflation and bought cow's milk instead of almond milk and got so sick it was something i had never seen before. i do NOT need to prioritize "saving money" over eating foods i can safely digest. i had an IBS attack early this morning because i ate some cheese- because it is a "cheap, easy source of protein."

some disabled people need to use certain services like pre-prepared foods being delivered to their homes, be it meals on wheels, or hello fresh. guilting these people for using the services because they could "just cook at home" is insulting to say the least. many of these services have tailored meals with consistent ingredients with limitations on contaminants with allergens.

here's the big one that everyone fucking hates but needs to accept immediately: some disabled people are too exhausted, in pain, dissociated, psychotic, unable to focus, unable to follow instructions, or in other ways unable to cook for themselves and need to use food delivery services like doordash and uber eats.

some disabled people can't or don't want to drive due to their disabilities! blind disabled people exist! para- and quadriplegics exist! people with hand tremors exist! working disabled people exist! amputees exist! disabled parents exist! disabled people who care for partners and family exist!

this one is sooooooo taboo and i'm sick of it. first of all, dashers and uber drivers are every day people who need to earn income. these are people's jobs and their lives are in fact on the line because this is a lot of drivers' primary income. enough with guilting people on this one. i'm fucking sick of it. y'all hate independently employed people and it shows. this isn't a luxury just relegated to rich white moms: disabled people need to have prepared, easy to eat foods delivered to our homes too. y'all need to leave people the fuck alone when it comes to takeout.

the second someone poorer and more disabled than you does something you do regularly, suddenly you're sending articles and giving paragraphs and paragraphs of advice on how to spend money better and how the disabled person "just needs to eat rice, beans, ramen, and frozen vegetables" because disabled people are not allowed comfort NOR convenience in your eyes. this is absolutely asinine. stop it. EATING is not relegated to the privileged

disabled people are people and need to eat. why you are prioritizing money over a literal human need is beyond me this is sick behavior. why do you care so much more about the money than the person ?why is money more important than someone's safety to you? why would anyone rather see someone "spend money the right way" over a human being EATING FOOD and especially foods they KNOW won't make them sick. policing how any disabled person spends their money on food is also unnecessary and abusive. it serves nothing to gain and everything to lose. so what if you think a disabled person spends too much money on food? you do too- we all do: food should be fucking free. get over yourself and let disabled people eat. leave your greed at the door, stop feeling entitled over other peoples' finances and spending habits.

telling a disabled person how to "eat healthier" will not make you healthier, and it will not do them any good, either. all it does is serve to stroke your ego because you believed you ""helped"" someone but all you did was give unsolicited advice that will be forever moot because you do not live in that person's body. don't care if you know them personally: you ain't them. so back off, let disabled people eat. food ain't just for the rich. food ain't just for the abled. let people access food in ways that are safe for us or get the fuck out of our way because all you're doing is causing problems and making disabled people's health problems WORSE.

[fallendev0tionvn]

Did clive really died by accident or someone do it because its too suspicious in the same day clive try threatening him lol im too sus of this "accident" hope you have a great day 💓💓

HUGE TWS AND SUBTLE HINTS: please, if you're sensitive or in a bad place mentally, DO NOT read.

(I wrote this while sobbing mb, I was also listening to "I don't smoke" by mitski- it portrays this moment perfectly).

Some puzzle pieces:

Clive was going to confess that day. The last day of school before graduation; Exactly a year apart from the promise you made to him. (Because I'm evil, and one day my ocs will torture me.)

He hadn't heard from you in months. You had blocked him, ignored every message until now. And God, the poor guy was excited. He had no idea what was waiting for him. (You have nothing to do with this dw).

He was waiting for you on the rooftop again. It was raining, not like that day- the sky only threatened a storm. The day of his death though? It was pouring. I wanted that to symbolize his declining mental health, how consuming unhealthy attachments are-

Clive didn't care about the downpour, he was waiting, past present and future he will always wait.

He kept checking his phone over and over, he was distracted. The sound of the rain drowned out everything else, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. Not until his body lost all its strength.

When he finally managed to move again, he tried to call you but you wouldn't pick up. His hands shook so badly that he dropped his phone.

Now- In the flashbacks of memory lane we hear Silas mentioning leaking "pictures". We see him talking about how Clive gets to live a great life because his adoptive father had money while he had to "risk everything" just to get by. Did Silas get involved in anything illegal for money?

We see him with long hair and bangs, and then this sudden change out of nowhere, as if he's trying to look as masculine as possible. What could that signify?

Back to Clive:

Clive had heard everything, he lived through hell, yet the only thing that mattered to him was what they said about you, he'd kill them all before they'd dare to lay a finger on you.

He didn't have much time, he had to find you. He had to keep you safe.

You could yell, hit, call the police- do anything. But he needed to protect you. He couldn't let something like that happen.

He couldn't find his gear. He was still weak from whatever they had used on him. Driving wasn't a good option- let alone riding a motorcycle.

But he had no choice.

You were his beloved, his star, the only light in the endless void that had been eating him alive.

Clive was and still is a reckless driver. He was angry, hurt, crying, he was impulsive. At some point he thought about taking his own life.

But could he be that selfish in a moment like this?

Without realizing it, he found himself face to face with death.

The accident is so similar to "the last gear" animation. It terrified me how accurate it was to how I had imagined it.

And the worst part? He was conscious the whole time. I can't imagine the pain, the fear, the absolute horror that poor baby had to go through. (Girl you created him...)

Begging for someone to spare him, to help him, anything.

To the point where, in his own desperation he called upon a forgotten god.

But the gods are dead.

We have killed them with our own cruelty.

Man tosses anything that doesn't favor him anymore yet crawls back to it in his most raw and vulnerable moments.

extra: "And I was trapped! I, alone, had no body, no senses, no feelings! I was in hell looking at heaven." Clive meeting Silas after his "death" au?🤨

the animation: (WATCH AT YOUR OWN RISK)

[itsblasttothepast]

To my fellow Chequistas/Checolovers: you are all amazing, and I know this has hit us hard, unexpected (even when we felt it was leading this way) and poorly handled by a team that doesn't care about their drivers.

Checo looks at peace, happy and relaxed. He is different than when he lost his seat in Racing Point, perhaps because this time it was his decision, and this has been cooking for a long time. Remember when we said Checo had been more outspoken about the team's issues with the car and the failures? When he yelled at Bird? When he marked the mistakes over the radio? Checo knew he had to make a choice for himself, instead of just staying and being miserable.

I'm happy he decided to put himself first this time, and even when there's the possibility of retirement after this, I feel he wants to retire in his own terms and with a different taste than this 2024 left.

So if you need time to regroup, to feel better and assimilate this, we are going to be here for you. If you decide you had enough and move on to other things/fandoms, that's okay too, and if you want to come back we are here with open arms. We are a supportive community, Checo has taught us the importance of being positive, never give up and keep our dreams.

For my part, I'll keep posting Checo things, updating about his social media things, and making joked about the drivers. I'll still ship Chestappen, Chewis and Hulkenrez, and I hope the authors who write amazing fics about them continue, because they're amazing and your stories cheer me up a lot.

Also I met amazing people here, and I want to continue with the conspiracy theories with my buddy @simplywrong, and having tag conversations with @your-ace-cousin-clover; I want to see @selfishpresley's posts about Checo's dick and headcanons of how to get it, and @baby-alien11 and @kirasworldofwords posts about different opinions regarding everything F1 related; I want to keep exchanging fanfic ideas (particularly Chewis) with @wishfuldivine, and seeing the Strollonso content @aston14s and Lance content @11nevergiveup11 post with some Checo appearances; I want to read @lunarprophetuwu posts about the importance of mental health and ending stereotypes, and @cherriebbyyyy posts about Carlos (I'm becoming a fan). I want to understand @vegasgrandprix Checo posts and puns, as sometimes I get lost, but it's so much fun! and see the wonderful pictures @bluebirdy04, @coffee-bulls, @rojasnn post, and exchanging opinions in spanish with @yolixpan. Seeing the amazing fanart @saicoon shares, and the sense of humor of @luna-sibuna-trying (your posts/reblogs, even when they're not F1 related, cheer me up).

And to those who are new and feel you missed the best Checo era, don't worry about it, the best is yet to come, and in the meanwhile, the Chequitas/Checolovers community will keep the Checo fever, because he's not meant to be forgotten, even the haters keep barking even when he's out of RBR.

This post is to thank you all for your amazing impact in my journey here in tumblr, I have so many people to mention, but I'm getting a little emotional and I'll ramble as usual. You made being a Checo/F1 fan a fun and wonderful thing, and I hope we can continue despite of people celebrating Checo's leaving, well, guess what? The fans stay and will continue loving him.

To those who stay, see you in the dash/inbox and messages. Those who leave temporarily, take as much time as you need and we'll be here when you come back. To those who decide to move on, I wish you the best in your journey and if you want to come back someday, we are a tag away!

Baby model Checo for all of you!

¡Gracias por estar!

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

Do you recon there are any drivers that would crossdress as a woman so that them and famous!reader can go on a date without people knowing they were in a relationship. Or any drivers wouldn’t do it but they would like it of reader would.

ooo this is a fun idea ... okay i'm gonna split this into drivers who would do it, drivers who i think would want reader to do it, and drivers who wouldn't want any of that.

warnings: mild suggestive content (seb), mention of online hate (kimi a, ollie, lance), mentions of toxic work environments + associated mental health issues (logan, kevin), mentions of guilt/discomfort (mick)

would cross-dress:

sebastian vettel:

i mean ... look at him! he's so pretty already he'd be a very pretty girl

i think he'd either dress like he's about to go to a club (mini skirt, tube top, heels higher than a skyscraper, and a full face of makeup) or like he's going to a library (long floral skirt, mary janes, cute lil sweater)

either way he's wearing press on nails and he WILL be using them to scratch your back to pieces later

overall definitely likes it and would probably bring it up on his own

oscar piastri:

idk if you guys saw the photos of him doing his great barrier reef awareness thing before the japanese gp this year but i did and i have had Thoughts™ since

this man was BUILT for wearing a cute skirt or a lil sundress and you cannot convince me otherwise

plus he has so many doppelgangers that nobody would question it lmao

very much more of the girl-next-door type

initially pretends he's only doing it to spend time with you with less questions

but then you catch him all dressed up when you're just spending the day at home

charles leclerc:

twink.

do i need to say more

i will anyway

GIVE HIM PRETTY DRESSESSSSSSS

not but seriously i think he'd melt into a puddle if you told him he looked pretty in more feminine clothes

dresses up for dates regardless of whether you think you'll be spotted

"better safe than sorry"

franco colapinto:

tell me you don't see him in a mini skirt

you can't

jenson button:

would do it as a joke

at least, it'd start as a joke

i think it'd go one of two ways:

either he ends up actually kinda liking it and then you just have jenson wandering around the house in a dress all the time

or he absolutely hates it and you have to cut the date short because he's so uncomfortable (you did tell him heels were a bad idea but did he listen? of course he didn't.)

would want you to cross-dress:

alex albon:

listen

i don't think he'd really care if the media found out you were boyfriends

i think he'd just have the time of his life watching you dress up just to go out with him

either you're really good at the makeup and styling stuff and he gets a massive ego boost seeing you like that

seriously he'd be taking pictures and videos and constantly asking questions idc i don't make the rules

OR you'd be totally clueless and alex would just be making fun of you

there is very little in-between

kimi antonelli:

he's not ashamed of being gay or anything

but he's like. a child.

he gets enough hate just because he's going to mercedes, he absolutely cannot handle the idea of homophobic comments on top of that

also just ends up crying if he tries to dress up himself bc he thinks he's proving people right and that he's not man enough for f1

so you do it

he'd never in a million years tell you but he definitely likes it if you wear lipstick and leave kiss marks on him

ollie bearman:

i think he's kind of in the same boat as kimi?

like he's super stressed about the amount of hate involved in coming out

but ... but also he kinda really likes seeing you get dressed up for him, especially because he knows it's not something you do in any other situation

makes him feel special

gets all giggly and buys you pretty clothes

logan sargeant:

i actually think (if you had been dating for a while) that he was the one to dress up when he was in f2 and even earlier in his f1 career?

but williams messed him up big time

he gets so paranoid that somebody will find out and that he'll lose his seat because of it

initially just tries to power through it but all the fun of dressing up is gone because he's so tense all the time?

then one time you're getting ready for a date and he just breaks down

so you take over for a while

only starts getting back into it after he leaves f1

honorary mention - kevin magnussen:

gets soooooo cocky when people see him out with you and then say he has a hot girlfriend

doesn't correct them (duh, defeats the purpose)

had a bit of an inferiority complex at the beginning of the '24 season at haas

feels very much like he's proving that he's worth something because he has you

(you remind him he's worth it anyway)

wouldn't want either of you to cross-dress:

kimi raikkonen:

he's too old for all that

no but seriously he thinks the idea of hiding your relationship is stupid

would give you the most judgemental look if you ever asked him about it

would support you if you wanted to ofc but thinks doing it for the sake of pretending to not be gay is dumb because you don't need to when you're both safe.

may have agreed to it when he was still racing just because of the races in unfriendly countries

but the second he retires he does not gaf anymore

lance stroll:

for starters

does not want to leave the house with you

he just wants cuddles and movie nights and to not move until he absolutely has to

will get food delivered and makes sure to always have your favourite snacks but that's as fancy as it gets

he may be a billionaire but he is a clingy boyfriend first

secondly, he gets way too much hate anyway

i mean he kinda doesn't care at this point?

but he doesn't want the extra media attention if it came out so he just sticks to wearing comfy clothes at home

mick schumacher:

not opposed to either of you wearing dresses/skirts/makeup/whatever for fun

feels deeply uncomfortable at the idea of changing himself or you for the sake of the public

would recreate the photo of his dad in a wedding dress with you tho

that's all for now! this was actually really cool to think about and anon you have absolutely nailed the vibe i was going for with this event

[thearchercore]

The lack of empathy and emotional intelligence says a lot. I know a lot of people attribute it to Lando being dumb about most things like geography, etc. because he didn't finish highschool, and yes I do agree he just doesn't seem to care to learn any of that stuff, but at least I can excuse that a little bit because he didn't have formal education.

But having empathy is literally just being a good fucking human being. If he didn't have anything nice to say, he shouldn't have said anything at all. Every time a driver says something about how difficult their race was, Lando seems to always want to one-up them, or dismiss their feelings. He has no empathy, is insecure about himself, and wants to play victim because all the attention should always be on him.

Firstly, he was driving in clean air all race. Secondly, even if he did also have heatstroke, he's implying that it was normal and not a big enough deal to be concerned about others' health?? Especially in a sport where their lives are literally in danger all the time, they're pushed too far, heatstroke can literally kill someone, and George of all people is the GPDA director who obviously cares a lot about the well-being of the drivers. Clearly Lando doesn't give a shit about other people but himself.

It's insanely out of touch and this is yet again another reason why I can't stand him.

yeah, lando's issue is lack of empathy and constant need to victimize himself.

and yes, you could argue with me that mental health could be a factor in these but as someone who experienced both anxiety and depression, you can still be a decent human being despite suffering from either of those. at best, having issues like these should make you empathize with people more. and at the end of the day, it's mclaren that constantly capitilizes on lando's mental health issues to paint the underdog narrative they love so much, instead of giving him proper help in terms of mental health counceling. there's a reason you don't see other drivers move like lando.

so yeah, at the end of the day, this is not a mental health issue, it's a personality issue of lando having no empathy and no redeeming traits to even sympathize with someone he's close with who got sick.

[justicharge]

thought i wouldn't do this again, but i need to. let's talk about lando and mclaren.

I noticed the fact that lately, the first picture of every single post on social media is oscar and lando second. it hurts and bothers me so much that lando is being treated like a second driver or even like he isn't part of the team. even though it's difficult to talk about the topic of 1st and 2nd driver, if we ain't having that, not giving anyone special treatment, at least they should be treated equally.

the pic that they used on twitter and then posted on Instagram too of oscar actually covering lando even though there was another one where lando appeared it's ridiculous. how can you, as a TEAM, who needs to show support for both drivers to that to someone. honestly, I can't comprehend it.

I think that mclaren forgets who was there all along and made them get back to the top. remember how in 2022 daniel and lando where fighting for being on the top 15, not even the first positions nor the top 10. remember seeing them at 17 or 18 position and feeling so frustrated for them. then they kicked daniel out to replace him with oscar, and there was just lando there, still working for making that shit car work.

I now how much of a good driver oscar it's and he does deserve winning and to do good, but how they are treating lando after everything he has done for them is crazy.

every single time they fuck him up all I can think about is how grateful they should be. lando could have left them, went to other team, start fighting with a team that could really make him win or give him something better that them, but he stayed. he stayed loyal to them and kept working for having the car that they have today.

I'm tired of this situation and I'm not even lando. can't imagine how he must feel. even after a fucked up race he gets out of the car and has a smile on his face. tries to be calm and to have a good relationship with everyone, which shows how capable he is of separating on and off track things.

after each race, there are more and more hate comments towards lando, saying how he is weak, how he isn't as good as his teammate and even more bullshit. honestly, everyone can have their own opinion, I know that, but mclaren just don't seem to even care to put a stop to that forced hate towards lando.

he is so open about mental health and how he feels that is surprisingly nice but also makes me feel so bad. it's nice that he shares with everyone how he feels, shows he is a real human, but also worries me, like how can someone be treated so bad by people who doesn't know him and even people who DO know him. it's insane.

I know not everyone will agree to this, but wanted to share how I felt and my opinion.

[addysadness]

If you want a overall sum of how deep rooted and broken Mclaren is this is it. They don't defend their driver, they don't support their driver and they actually contribute to the toxic narratives surrounding their drivers mental health by painting his teammate as cold and a mentality merchant.

The only time they seem to remember about mental health is when it is PR opportunity. But otherwise nothing, not only nothing but they do not support him. They leave him to struggle, to get chewed alive by the media, by the press, by "fans".

On track their is no support, whether its monologues by his race engineer or literal emotional abuse. They insist on prioritising his teammate disregarding data, statistics and sense.

What is going on inside Mclaren right now is fucking sinister and upsetting. By not defending Lando they are showing (again and again) that they do not care. They do not value him. In fact recently ity seems they find pleasure in his discomfort - see Zak's reaction to Lando's breaks failing in China and his Crash in Jeddah that led to some very concerning concussion symptoms. And the sooner people realise that they better. It is not an easy situation to see but we still need to see it.

The inner workings of Mclaren right now are toxic, abusive and run by politics. No longer is the workings run by pace and talent, it is poisoned by politics.

Also these narratives and misinformation spread by the media, (especially Australian), the official F1 account, numerous F1 podcast and youtubers, etc... are not just harmful and disingenuous to Lando. They are harmful to all of the people who struggle with Mental Health, to all of the people that see themselves in Lando. The stigma that Lando has risked so much to try and break.

Mclaren and other bodies neglecting to do anything is reinforcing this stigma and allowing for the continuous ableist and toxic masculinity to be spread.

Mental Health struggles does not mean you are weak. And talking about Mental Health and the struggles/crisis that go with it is one of the strongest things you can ever do.

Be kind. It doesn't owe you anything!

[inchidentally]

Hey!

Just wanted to say I really appreciate that you always defend Oscar and point out the whole narrative of "he is basically a sociopath bcs he doesn‘t express himself the way I expect him to" that a lot of fans push.

Oscar is my fav driver because I can identify SO MUCH with him and his personality as an autistic man myself, which also is why that narrative bothers me soooo much.

It‘s a bit irrational and obv personal feelings from my side but everytime I see Oscar haters go after his character like that all I can think is "just admit you bullied autistic kids in school".

I‘m not saying Oscar is autistic but the way some people talk about him just makes me so uncomfortable because it is so clear that they are the exact people neurodivergent people have to mask for.

And the irony of all that doubles when it‘s Lando fans talking about him like that bcs…what? The thing you are so proud of your driver for (AS YOU SHOULD ITS GREAT) is that he talks about mental health and bullying and shit. And I‘m saying this as someone who also is a Lando fan and Max fan, I‘m not just a die-hard Oscar fan😭

e x a c t l y <3<3

and fr it's not like we think we diagnose anyone it's just that yes, a LOT of things align with specific neurodivergence and has resonance - and in particular the ways in which Oscar's personality and character are deliberately misaligned when someone's bias and "passion" gets out of control is verrrry much recognizable.

and yes !!! Lando being this person who specifically hates being intentionally misunderstood or criticized over his own neurodivergence you would think would stop the ppl who say they adore him from doing the same thing to someone else !! tbh you can't wage a public bullying/hate campaign and call yourself a Lando fan full stop !! he specifically wants to put an end to that and NOT JUST FOR HIMSELF.

this whole "must protect Lando by leaving hate toward people he cares about everywhere it can be publicly seen and he never does any wrong and he is a perpetual victim and no one gets bullied as bad as Lando and if you say they do we'll harass you into silence" is a wiiiiild take to stick with when every one of Lando's serious interviews - and honestly even what he says in the media pen - contradicts every. single. point. especially the notion that Lando's bullying is "worse" when as a biased fan ofc they never see the true extent of bullying that other drivers have to deal with and see - but mainly, how about we counteract ALL bullying and hate campaigns and oh yea, NOT wage them against other people ??? the horrifically deeply personal and cruel way these same fans go after Oscar, his family, his team and his fans is very much what they don't want done to Lando like it's insane.

again, like it rly is possible for ppl to put their hate rants in private servers or even just on their blog if it's not put in main tags! I've sometimes even unfollowed ppl not bc I wanted to but bc they didn't want fans of a certain driver following them. that's fine!

but anyway tysm for sharing that <3<3

[blahblahbih]

late night yapping turned essay✨

i could be responsible and do my work but instead i'm gonna make one of these posts because i love reading them on other people's blogs and the best form of procrastination is yapping

ahem ahem

my driver tier list for the 2025 season is divided as follows:

ride or die:

lando: my comfort person who is also the source of all my problems, i cannot put into words the joy this man brings into my life and how much he has made me love this sport and how he cares about his fans and quadrant and the vlogs and streamer lando and open with his feelings and mental health lando and ughhhhh i got lost in those ocean blue eyessss, BUT i can very much put into words how much pain he causes me on the daily. the emotional attachment is strong with this one but i don't know how much i can handle, stay tuned ig

max: cutie patootie who can do no wrong, literally the reason i got into the sport. i love the mad max, i love the cat dad unhinged max, i love sassy max, i love soft and sweet max

oscar: i feel like the only reason he's not my no.1 is because lando and max were here first but omg he's close to overthrowing them. competent, a beast on the track, hilarious (if you think otherwise we can't be friends), the hair swoosh, everythingggg. every time people/fans/the media pit him against lando i lose years off my life but hey this is sports what can i do

you're growing on me:

george: i didn't care for him at all at first i was like oh this is alex's friend but omg why is he growing on me so much. consistent solid results, kimi's big brother, i'm starting to get his sense of humor, what is going on?? his powerpoint origin story is also too funny

charles: also confused as to why he's growing on me, i used to think the environment at ferrari the last couple of seasons was so toxic (which like it was) and i feel like this year it's fresher? also he's not as depressed so maybe that contributes, idk sports are weird

casual enjoyer (in no particular order)

lewis: objectively the best (professionally and as a person), i think he's not in the ride or die category because i never got to really see him in his prime (i got a taste during silverstone last season) so i never formed that emotional attachment, i lowkey don't care for his 8th wdc BUT i do want to see him succeed with ferrari i think it's gonna be so special

alex: wholesome man, solid driver, 10/10 insta dumps, lily's wag, no notes, i just don't have the energy to add him into the ride or die list

yuki: solid, great entertainment, i really wish him the best in that spiraling team pray for this man

carlos: at first i LOVED him because carlando but the amount of fighting that was going on between his fans and leclerc fans was honestly exhausting like i don't have the energy for that, love to see him thrive in williams tho he needs a break, also lowkey my crush ok sue me, also team 55 is simply too funny like at this point they're the main characters and he's the wag

pierre: this man is too funny and also puts in some great drives, underrated in my opinion

liam: ok edit I can’t believe I forgot to add him even tho I had a list of the drivers pulled up. solid driver, he got thrown into redbull too early so I don’t hold the start of the season against him, did I cry when he replaced daniel, yes, but I also get it. as someone whose fav movie is ratatouille, I respect his loyalty to cars

i'm rooting for you twin:

kimi: omg the wonderkid i've liked him since the prema days he's just too wholesome. i've fully adopted him, he's my child now

ollie: wowed me with his performance in saudi last year, also liked him since prema, i really want him to do good

isack: hilarious cutie patootie, i wish him the best, also north african solidarity bb i don't care what flag he drives under

no hate i just don't care (also in no particular order):

fernando: i don't get the appeal, sometimes he's funny tho

hulk: i tried ok, the haasbands were funny and i want him to get that podium, but i just don't have it in me

lance: go girl give us nothing? i respected his return after breaking his hand that was impressive but other than that he's just so meh

ocon: don't really care for him but also don't like all the unnecessary hate this man gets

jack: it's not really his fault i just want franco back

gabriel: i just haven't seen enough of him, he has potential to move up to casual enjoyer

if anyone would like to make a case for these drivers i'm all ears give me your unhinged thoughts

[vettelsvee]

I'm working a lot on CITY OF STARS (my Formula 1 AU Universe) lately since I don't have time to write (and my brain is drained too) and I just checked the Beta Reader Form and saw that the drivers you most want to read about are (as of today) Max, Daniel, Seb, Alex and Lewis!

This project have me THAT hyped that I started yapping about it to my mum (who is very much impressed and interested on the stories to my surprise lmao)

Remember that you can get to know more about City of Stars here, and also become part of the Beta Reader Program (in where you'll be able to read the stories earlier than everyone, and also get to know exclusive "news" before anyone else) ☺️

I finish middle term exams this Tuesday (a very hard day for me in my personal life) so I hope to be more active (even I have my C2 certification exam and final uni exams by the end of May)

I hope you all are ok, take care of yourselves and your mental health specially. Sending you lots of hugs! <3