#carlos went through the WARS on this one

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sainz vs perez (vs ferrari pit wall), france gp 2022

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Imagine Carlos Sainz's daughter as a girl (4/5 years old), she first met Lando and loved him but then Carlos went to Ferrari and her daughter runs away just to go see Lando at McLaren (the engineers already know her) At first she didn't like Ferrari but then Carlos's daughter became fond of Ferrari and now McLaren and Ferrari in an eternal war to see who could give Carlos's daughter more merchandise (Lando arguing his right of seniority😭)

Rosso Corsa or Papaya?

The paddock had always been a second home to Yn. Ever since she could remember, she'd been in the middle of the F1 world, running through garages, charming engineers, and curling up in her Papá’s arms during press conferences. But for most of her life—well, the three and a half years that truly mattered—her home had been the McLaren garage.

That was where her Tío Lando always had time to play, where his funny friend Max would pull faces to make her giggle, and where Zak, the nice boss, would let her sit on his desk and pretend to make very important decisions. The McLaren people adored her. They called her Mini Sainz, let her play with the wheel guns, and even gave her tiny ear protectors in papaya colors.

But now, Papá was with Ferrari.

And Yn did not understand.

Ferrari was red. Ferrari was loud. Ferrari had lots of serious people who spoke fast in a language she didn’t fully understand yet. And worst of all—Ferrari was not McLaren.

So naturally, the moment she arrived at the paddock for the new season, she ran straight past the red garage and straight into the open arms of her real home.

“TÍO LANDO!” she squealed, launching herself at the British driver.

Lando caught her mid-air, spinning her around dramatically before setting her on his hip. “My darling! What are you doing here? I thought you belonged to the red people now.”

Yn pouted, resting her head on his shoulder. “No. I don’t like the red people. I like you.”

Daniel, who had been watching with an amused grin, clutched his chest. “Oh, I might cry. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Zak approached, his ever-present grin widening. “Mini Sainz, welcome home. Have the red people treated you poorly? Do we need to steal you back?”

Yn nodded seriously. “They have no ice cream.”

A collective gasp echoed through the garage.

“No ice cream?” Daniel repeated, eyes wide with exaggerated horror. “Lando, this is unacceptable.”

Lando nodded solemnly. “We have to fix this.”

And that was how Yn ended up perched on Lando’s lap, being hand-fed ice cream like a tiny princess while Daniel performed an over-the-top puppet show with two papaya-colored stuffed animals.

Meanwhile, in the Ferrari garage, Carlos was rubbing his temples.

“Where’s Yn?” Charles asked, glancing around.

Carlos sighed, pointing toward the McLaren garage, where his daughter was currently kicking her legs happily while Lando wiped a smudge of ice cream off her cheek. “Where do you think?”

Charles frowned. “Why does she keep going there? We’re her team.”

“Not yet,” Carlos corrected. “She’s still used to McLaren.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Charles set his jaw, determined. “We’ll just have to make her love Ferrari more.”

Mattia, who had been listening from his office, walked over with a smirk. “Then we better start winning her over.”

And so, the war for Yn began.

It started small.

The Ferrari mechanics let Yn sit in Carlos’ car, letting her touch all the buttons (except the important ones) while they explained how fast her Papá could go. She was hesitant at first, but soon her tiny hands were gripping the wheel, a serious expression on her face as she pretended to drive.

Charles, the master strategist, took a different approach. He treated her like a princess, carrying her everywhere on his hip and giving her dramatic twirls when she least expected it. Yn adored it, giggling and clapping her hands whenever he spun her around.

The mechanics started playing dolls and cards with her, even going as far as painting Ferrari logos on her drawings. Mattia sealed the deal by giving her Ferrari caps, jackets, and—most importantly—sweet treats.

By the third race of the season, Yn was still running to McLaren, but now she was also allowing Charles to scoop her up and parade her around in Ferrari red.

Lando and Daniel were not pleased.

When McLaren found out about Ferrari’s tactics, they escalated.

Zak made sure she had enough papaya-colored outfits to last her a lifetime. The engineers built her a miniature steering wheel to play with. Daniel started doing magic tricks just to hear her laugh.

But it was Lando who went the furthest.

“Yn,” he said one afternoon, pulling her onto his lap, “you know I’m your godfather, right?”

Yn nodded. “Sí.”

“And you know godfathers are always right?”

Another nod.

“So if I say McLaren is the best, then that means it’s true.”

Yn frowned, considering this. “But Charles said Ferrari is the best.”

Lando gasped. “He lied to you? Yn, I can’t believe this. You have to listen to your godfather.”

Yn tilted her head. “But Charles gives me twirls.”

Lando hesitated, then whispered, “I’ll give you two twirls.”

And so the war raged on.

Each week, the teams tried to outdo each other. McLaren had toys, games, and Lando’s undivided attention. Ferrari had Charles’ affection, sweet treats, and endless fun in the garage.

Carlos, meanwhile, stayed out of it entirely, watching with amusement as his daughter collected gifts and attention from both teams.

“Are you seriously just letting this happen?” Lewis asked one day as they watched the chaos unfold.

Carlos shrugged. “She’s happy. Why would I stop it?”

It all came to a head one afternoon when Lando and Charles were mid-argument over which team Yn loved more.

“She loves McLaren more,” Lando insisted, arms crossed. “She’s literally wearing a papaya hoodie right now.”

Charles huffed. “She has a Ferrari cap on. That proves she loves Ferrari more.”

“She likes McLaren more.”

“She likes Ferrari more.”

The McLaren and Ferrari garages were backing up their drivers, throwing in their own arguments, when suddenly, Carlos, who had been watching silently, let out a sharp whistle.

Everyone turned to see what had caught his attention.

Yn was walking toward them, holding someone’s hand.

It wasn’t Lando. It wasn’t Charles.

It was Toto.

And on her head sat a Mercedes cap.

The paddock went silent.

“Papá, Toto says Mercedes has a dog,” Yn announced happily. “His name is Roscoe.”

Toto, ever the businessman, smirked. “And I told her she could meet him.”

Carlos, struggling not to laugh, just nodded. “Well, that’s it then. We all lose.”

Yn, oblivious to the existential crisis happening around her, looked up at Toto. “Can we go see Roscoe now?”

Toto chuckled. “Of course, Schatz.”

And just like that, the war was over.

Mercedes had won.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. A little plot twist at the end. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Barça Boy

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♥ pairing: pablo gavi x fem!driver!sainz!reader

♥ synopsis: for as long as you can remember your older brother carlos sainz has been a loyal fan of the football team real madrid. you were an f2 driver who never took your mind off of your own sport; that was until carlos brought you to a barcelona v real madrid game and you fell for a player on the opposing team.

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♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!

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yourusername I've been kidnapped (not clickbait)

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carlossainz55 I'm literally taking you to a madrid game

yourusername exactly 😔

user60 you should be greatful

user60 I'd kill to have those tickets

user71 she's always so ungrateful 🙄

user80 celebrities that don't know anything about the sport getting shit for free pisses me off

user6 @/user80 pretty sure Carlos payed for the two of their tickets but go off

user56 @/user80 not sure she even counts as a 'celebrity'

user7 NEED me some sombas

user8 im obsessed with their dynamic

user2 the sainz siblings >>>

landonorris @/carlossainz55 take me with you next time

user5 aww carlando dates

user3 gonna need a carlando football landolog asap

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"Could you at least pretend like you're watching?" Carlos said, gazing at you as you scrolled through your phone.

You clicked the device off and slid it into your pocket.

"I'm sorry Carlos I'm just not really as interested in this as you are..." you paused. "I mean if I want to make it into F1 I gotta train right? I should be on the sim right now."

"C'mon," he groaned. "You're a Sainz, of course you're going to make it. Relax a little. Enjoy the game, please?"

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, "I'll try."

You crossed your arms and watched the game unfold. One of the Barcelona players scored a goal and went sprinting past you into a knee slide. He really caught your eye and you couldn't help but watch him the rest of the match.

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carlossainz55 up for adoption: Y/n. Formula 2 driver and FC Barcelona apologist. Former Sainz.

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fcbarcelona we'll adopt you y/n

yourusername do I get a kit?

pablogavi you can have one of mine

yourusername @/pablogavi 🤭

user9 THE @ IS CRAZY

carlossainz55 😐

user7 GAVIIIII

user5 find yourself a man who will love you even when you wear sunglasses with hot sauce (possibly ketchup?) bottles on them

user8 former sainz 😭

user12 "barcelona apologist" 💀

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yourusername I guess I'm a culer now. thanks for the kit @/pablogavi it fits perfectly 😘

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pablogavi look who I found

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user6 carlos’ face 😭

user50 thought you were “too busy” for football 😐

user61 no way gavi is settling for her

user2 no bc she’s so pretty 😍

user9 they’re literally the cutest couple

user1 those family reunions are gonna be awkward tho lmao

prema_team its good to see you gavi :)

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user12 he’s my favorite wag

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yourusername signed a contract with ferrari next season. I’ll see you on the grid big bro @/carlossainz55

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pablogavi estoy orgulloso de ti hermosa (I'm proud of you beautiful)

yourusername gracias mi amor

user7 so cute 🥹

user8 if I knew thirsting over him on main worked I woulda tried it years ago 😔

user6 madridista v culer war ferrari edition

user10 “my girlfriend is hotter than you” true 🤷‍♀️

carlossainz55 congrats or whatever

yourusername you know you love me

[tiredeg]

People everywhere sense imminent danger all around. They sense that whatever just happened is the beginning of the savagery, not the end. People abandon their vehicles and begin to flee on foot. They exit buildings, run down stairs and out doors. People in subway trains and on busses, in halted elevator cars, work to pry open emergency exits and doors. They crawl, walk, and run for their lives. The most basic human instinct is to survive.—Annie Jacobsen, Nuclear War: A Scenario

They’re going to die, probably.  

“It was stupid of us to take the elevator,” Oscar says. 

Carlos manages an eye roll back at him. Oscar’s surprised the motion of his eyeballs doesn’t unbalance him, perched as he is on the railing around the edge of the elevator car, calves straining, reaching his phone up towards the emergency lighting strips. As high as possible, as if he can will the texts out of his phone, force the words out of the frozen elevator, up the shaft and out into the sky, send them floating through the air towards the recipients, soaring past the bombs coming the opposite way. 

Oscar’s no expert but he knows enough Spanish to be able to decipher the glimpses he’s managed of the screen. I will be ok. I love you all. Incongruous against the previous message in the thread, a picture of a scrappy white dog asleep on a couch. Oscar had watched Carlos add a heart react to it not two hours ago when they got back to the hotel after FP2. 

God, two hours ago. One hour and fifty minutes before someone told them to check their phones, before the awful silence as they watched the video. A farmer somewhere in California had put it on Facebook, a mushroom cloud blooming over a power plant. It was shared everywhere, Oscar had watched it with Kim, hunched over Twitter, or X, or whatever. The farmer is probably dead now. Facebook certainly is, anyway.

The bomb hit hundreds of miles away from their hotels in Vegas. Not far enough.

Finally, Carlos hops down, collapsing beside Oscar on the floor of the cab. The wall opposite them is a mirror, floor to ceiling, so Oscar doesn’t have to turn his head. It’s easier this way. 

“I think they have gone through,” Carlos blurts out, like he’d wanted to keep quiet but the words forced their way up his throat. “It has the two grey ticks. I think that means it's gone from my phone but I will not get blue ticks without signal.” 

It takes Oscar a second to catch his drift. There’s no way the messages went through. The signal’s been gone for a few minutes, Oscar reckons, about the same time the elevator stopped. Carlos isn’t an idiot, he must know. Oscar knows. 

“I think that’s right,” Oscar says. “They’ll have signal in Spain still, so they’ll have got it.” 

He feels Carlos sag a little at his words. They’re touching from shoulder to knee, something they wouldn’t have risked this morning. Doesn’t matter now. Probably shouldn’t have mattered at the time. 

“How would you go, if you could choose?” Carlos asks.  

Oscar shrugs. “Dunno, never really thought about it.” 

“Don’t be boring, think about it now.” Carlos shoves into him, puts his body weight behind it, but Oscar’s expecting it, can see him decide in the mirror. He braces himself, doesn’t move. Now they’re tangled. Now he can think. 

“I guess I read this book in school. It was nuclear stuff but not bombs, just radiation, so it was really slow. This one girl took her boyfriend’s good car out for one last drive, then floored it off a cliff in the end. I think I’d like that.” 

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just leans his head onto Oscar’s shoulder proper. If they stay like this too long Oscar won’t be able to feel his arm. Maybe that’s how he’d like to go, let Carlos lean on him limb by limb until he can’t feel anything anymore.  

“He was with her? The boyfriend?” Carlos mumbles. 

“Huh?” 

“In the nice car. Was she with her boyfriend?” 

“Oh, well not exactly, he was in a submarine I think, I don’t remember it all. They might not have been boyfriend and girlfriend actually, or maybe they were, I don’t know. They definitely loved each other.” 

“Oh,” Carlos says, “that’s nice.” 

“Yeah. What about you, what way would you go?” 

Oscar watches in the mirror as Carlos looks up at him.  

“I had a different answer but I like yours better, I think.” 

“Copycat. I suppose you can come along.” Oscar shifts, rearranging Carlos’s arms around him. 

“Who would drive?” Carlos asks. 

Oscar wants to be the one who wants to drive. He could take that role, let Carlos hold on as their imaginary car gets closer to the point of no return, make the decision to keep the car pointing forward, his foot to the floor. He could take the wheel, if he had to. 

In the mirror he can see Carlos is still looking at him. He meets his own eyes in the reflection, then lets his head turn, lets himself look for real. 

“I don’t want to drive,” Oscar whispers.

“Okay,” Carlos shrugs, easy. “I’ll do it.” 

The emergency strips go dark. Oscar doesn’t know what that means, why they worked when the power went out or why they’ve stopped now. He’s annoyed at how he expects his eyes to adjust, blinking hard when they don’t as if he can force the nonexistent light into his pupils.  

He can still feel. He’s shaking, he thinks. Carlos’s arms tighten around him, unsteady too. Oscar revises his previous answer, overwhelmingly glad of the elevator; they can’t get lost in here, it’s too small. He doesn’t really know the timeline on these things, maybe it’ll take a day, maybe a few seconds. They’re here for now. 

[dizzyduck44]

So let me get this straight. This weekend

Lewis makes some sarcy comment about Lando losing the lead in the sprint.

Lando leads race start to last corner, dragging his teammates arse round in his DRS the whole way, to then gives up the win on the line against team orders.

Stewards went for a tea break during quali, arrived back for Q3.

Max gets given a single place grid drop, losing pole.

Max goes on the war path with George, squares up to him on the drivers parade, (insert swear word of choice where you think appropriate) “I hope you and your FIA buddies are happy”.

Oscar cuts the pit white line in front of Lewis and is under investigation before the cars make it to the grid. 😡

Race starts, Lewis jump starts, Lando nearly takes the lead at the first corner.

Esteban (who unbeknownst to anyone was driving his last race for Alpine) collides with Franco in the first corner.

Two corners later Lance Stroll drives into Alex and gets a 10 second penalty and 2 penalty points.

Lewis gets a 5 seconds penalty for the jump start.

Liam then gets a 10 second penalty and 2 penalty points for causing a collision.

Maybe from earlier contact Alex’s wing mirror decides to go solo and sits on the start finish straight.

FIA has a meltdown. They turn the pit straight into a disco light, yellow/green/yellow/green/yellow/green/yellow/green. Double yellow. We select double yellows. No back to single yellows. No we really think this should be a double yellow.

Meanwhile drivers are pottering around, Max is pumping in fastest laps, race continues until Valtteri takes out the mirror and makes a bad situation 30 times worse.

The FIA have to do something now right?

NO.

Because by now Max wants the world to burn and has started screaming he doesn’t think Lando lifted during the flag Hokey Cokey.

Well Max they ain’t got time to care about that, because Lewis and Carlos now have punctures.

Someone at the FIA remembers they employ a safety car driver for a reason and send him out.

Safety car goes through the pits so the debris can be moved. (This option was available to them 10 minutes earlier) and Lando nearly runs into the back of Lewis who suddenly slams on.

Calm decends for a few laps. Until. Yeah it’s Max again. “Anything from that yellow flag?” (Remember this later).

Safety car is coming in, cars seem confused about when Max will go. Max and Lando are on the radio saying the safety car lights are still on. Lando’s team tell him they aren’t.

We start racing.

Hell breaks loose.

The stewards decide that Lando didn’t lift during the double yellow, despite the fact they didn’t know what flag to put out, and it changed as he passed the sign. 10 second stop go penalty and 3 penalty points.

Now I am well aware there will have been people watching who have never even heard of this penalty. Apparently the last one given was 2018. For comparison, the FIA gave Max a 5 place grid drop for the same offence at the same track last year. The same year they allowed a tractor and Marshalls on the track in the pouring rain with no flags.

Lewis gets a second penalty, this time a drive through, again don’t see many of those, it’s normally penalty added to your race time. By now I swear they are just looking for penalties they haven’t handed out yet this weekend.

And a 10 second penalty and 2 penalty points for Alex for causing a collision as well.

Sergio also gets investigated for dangerous driving.

BUT WAIT

We then give George a 5 second penalty and a penalty point for driving too far behind the safety car.

Post race Max continues to rant about George and how he effectively begged for the grid penalty and decides now he was asking about Lando as he thought “he had got DRS from a back marker” and wanted to be sure that was why he caught up. Note earlier comments he asked TWICE about.

Lando with zero context of what the world has just seen, takes it hard and thinks he is responsible for the whole shit show.

Oscar gets given a reprimand for his earlier pit lane incident.

Ted Kravitz has confirmed that the lights on the top of the safety car did in fact go out. But the drivers can’t see them because of a spoiler on the back of the car! The ones underneath did in fact NOT go out.

AND THEN

Fans have found Ferrari might not have lifted during the double yellows either!!!!

Seriously when pissed off fans are more on top of data than the stewards, what is even the point?

The FIA need to realise they are there for the safety of the drivers, teams and spectators. This is the point the teams need to band together and address the FIA, what were you doing for 8 minutes with debris on the track? You’ve handed out one of the harshest penalties for a situation you created. Two drivers had punctures because of a situation you created.

Honestly I know Esteban won’t be on the grid in Abu Dhabi, Lewis seems to have zero motivation to do it. Unless you are McLaren, Ferrari, RB or Alpine do you even care about this race?

Seriously so many errors were made in the running of this race today I would say strike it from the record, but Zhou and Sauber got points!!!! And that would be far too cruel.

But I leave you with this thought. The FIA can stop a race and abandon it due to poor driving standards. Does this go both ways? Can drivers stop and abandon a race for poor stewarding standards? Today would have been a strong candidate.

[lilghostiequinni]

Not As it Seemed to Be

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: private(secret)!female oc (Erica) x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, Established relationship, Pregnancy talk

Summary: Lando has been one to keep his personal life only slightly private and not be able to keep a secret at all, but what happens when the whole world learns of her.

Requested: NO / yes

Erica lays in bed, running her fingers through Lando's hair, lost in thought.

Her fingers stop, even though it's momentarily, "Why'd you stop?"

"Just lost in thought," Erica looks down to Lando, who still has his eyes closed as he rests his head on her very prominent pregnant belly.

"What should we name them?" Lando questions, looking up to at her, head still on her belly.

"Should we go full Star Wars?" Erica jokes with a smile as Lando makes a face at the suggestion. "What, you don't like it?"

Lando just looks at her.

"Alright, I was thinking we make a list, pick the ones we like, and get it down to a first and middle name," Erica says, and Lando nods into her side as there's movement, then a kick to the face.

Erica starts laughing as Lando looks offended at her belly, rubbing his cheek, even if it didn't really do anything.

"Up, I've got to pee," Erica says, patting Lando on the forehead.

Lando sits up and Erica calls out as she reaches the bathroom, "You should start to get ready, we've only got an hour until you need to be at the track."

Lando looks over to the clock and realizes she's right. He gives one final sigh and gets out of bed.

It doesn't take long before they leave the hotel; they are both trying to hurry and leave the hotel on time.

Lando walks into the paddock with Erica on his arm and her pregnant belly prominent in the outfit she wore to show it off.

"Lando, this a friend of yours?" Carlos asked; he was the first of the drivers to get to them.

"No, she's my girlfriend," Lando says to him as he puts his arm around Erica's shoulder, his hand hanging over her shoulder for her to grab hold of with her free hand.

"For how long?" Carlos questions, having been his former teammate and never heard of her, he didn't know how long this was going on, though he does remember seeing her around the paddock, even more in the last year.

"Since we were 17, so almost ten years," Lando says as Erica looks around.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I really need the bathroom," Erica tells Lando, who lets go over her as she waddles over to the restrooms she had seen.

"You didn't mention her before," Carlos points out, rather confused.

"Yeah, when we met, she was busy, so never around the paddock, and most people thought she was just a friend, not my girlfriend, and I just never corrected them because she didn't need the attention for it," Lando says, a shrug of his shoulders as he looks toward where Erica went to.

Oscar walked into the paddock, saw Lando with Carlos, and approached them as Erica returned from the bathroom.

Hey Erica," Oscar says as he stops next to her and they continue together back to Lando and Carlos.

Which is when Carlos asked if Oscar knew about Erica, "I know her as Lando's best friend, why?"

"Because she's my very pregnant girlfriend that I didn't announce publicly and have announced," Lando says as Erica tucks back under his arm.

"We enjoyed the privacy, especially now," Erica says as she rubs her belly, and Lando moves his hand over to hers, smiling down at her.

Oscar watched them and realized that he had noticed their relationship before but never thought much of it.

It was later that day that fans started to notice that Erica was pregnant and Lando was acting as more than a friend and more like a soon-to-be father and a boyfriend.

Fans then started to put their predictions online, and eventually, Erica found an edit made within hours of all the times that people noticed that she and Lando were more than friends.

For the most part, the response to your "secret" relationship was relatively positive.

After the race, in the media pen it was the first question got that asked about Erica, "So you came in today with Erica, a long-time friend, but she's pregnant, and you seemed more like a boyfriend or father than a friend."

"What's the question?" Lando asks, not hearing a question in all of what the interviewer said.

"My question is, what's going on? Is she your friend, your girlfriend?"

"Erica is my girlfriend and has been for the better part of the last ten years. Erica was my girlfriend when I started Formula One when there were rumors of me with one of her friends. She's been with me through my ups and downs; she was there for my win in Miami last year, and she was there for Barcelona. She's my rock," Lando says to the interviewer, the smile and adoration in his eyes growing with each word he says.

"And she's pregnant?"

"Yes, we are having twins," Lando says, nodding along with his statement.

"Just one last question about this before we get on to race questions is, why have you never said anything about her, Erica being your girlfriend?"

"When I started racing in Formula One, she didn't need the extra attention on her as she was starting college, and with me constantly moving and her having to stay on campus, it was hard enough. The media and fans weren't needed in our relationship dynamic. Then afterward, especially in this last year, I just never corrected people because I loved the bliss of having this little piece of me out of the media," Lando says as he grows more serious in his explication.

"Alright, then. Now, how does it feel to win today with the world and fans knowing that Erica is your girlfriend and you will soon have two kids who are going to be so proud of their dad for winning?"

"Amazing," Lando is then directed to a different interviewer with a smile on his face as he leaves.

Lando knows that his children will be proud of him because they are not just part of him but also part of Erica, and she's always proud of Lando and always there when he needs her.

To the public things were not as they seemed, but that is never what mattered to Lando and Erica.

A/N: Only been working on this one for about three weeks.

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Those Eyes

Carlos Sainz Jr X female!driver!reader

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This is war! :

A disaster, that what the challenge the team put up for them turned out to be , and what started as a simple taste testing ended up in a food fight, or war for better use of words.

The fire were a combination of Mellon juice that escalated to sour cream frosting and weirdly textured yellowish green juice that turned out to be blended beas, spinach,and a generous amount of egg yolk , the smell was something to remember, the media crew knew that for sure , as they were drenched in it when one of the two 'accidentally' quote and quote, splashed it backwards instead of the other way .

It was a misunderstanding, the blindfolds were a terrible idea and the directions they were given were misleading and resulted in both accidentally spilling cups on eachother, and it went from there to the point where Horner walked in to see what the screaming was about only to receive a fist full of mashed creamy potatoes to the face which then slides to his shirt and finally plopped to the ground in a loud splat .

Carlos with his hair coated in whipped cream pointed at our driver who was already pointing at him with her face covered in a cocktail of white cheese and chocolate sprinkles , shouting " he/she started it " to a stoic faced Horner.

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Voldemort? :

Carlos looked to his right where our driver sat on the long couch bored out of her mind while they went through the by now repeating questions asked for the god know how many times, so he leaned and asked her something, to which she shrugged before answering back , then counting three things to which he agreed with a scrunched up face , adding with pointed look to which she nod , both were caught off guard when the host directed his question to them " Carlos, Y/N , any thoughts on....you know who? " Their face twisted into confusion as they blurted out at the same time " Voldemort? " , to which they were given confused and startled looks, with Lando cackling from the other side .

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Running up that hill :

Carlos face was zoomed in as he was about to keel over with exhaustion if not for his hand supporting his weight on his knees , breathing hard with aching muscles, drenched in sweat from head to toe with couple of strands stuck to Face.

Standing beside him was our driver , fresh as a daisy doing jumping jacks as if she didn't just ran a full lap around the circuit " come on! , let's gooooo ! " , and Carlos's glare could never be more bitter, cursing under his breath at the enthusiastic energy radiating off of her , clashing with his black hole of despair while he tried to find a way to ditch and crawl back to his hotel room . She grabbed the sleeve of his shirt but he swatted her hand with a scowl, making her smack his arm with a loud " rude! " , he retaliated with a smack of his own on her arm earning another one on his shoulder before she stepped back and gave him a 'did you just...' his own look screamed ' what are you going to do about it ? ' , then both started to swat at eachother landing hits on wherever they could reach , then our driver decided to shove him hard , caught off guard herself as he stumbled back making her gasp as she stared, eyes as wide as his before she held her arms up in defence, trying to bargain as he got back to his feet , her pleading fell into deaf ears as he charged at her , and she didn't waste time to sprint away from the now miraculously energised Carlos.

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The mandacity :

The Fans caught it many times, turning it into an inside joke of sort more so as a trait the two shared along the years . The mandacity meter of (CarlosXourdriver) ship name. The resent sighting was during the media day of the Dutch GP where Ferrari and Merc were having a shared open stage interview , and to say the hosts were overly biased against them would be an understatement , the two hosts kept throwing subtle comments here and there , which resulted in some of the fans boooing from the crowd making them tune it down for a bit, but alas the whole thing was a nuisance.

One of the two ran his mouth a bit two much , making Carlos lose his stoic face to a much so done look , turning to our driver to his left with questioning eyes , who herself had a milder version of 'wtf' face turned into a scowl , she locked eyes with him the second he looked her way , and he mouthed ' the audacity! ' to which she shook her face and corrected with the same scowl ' No , no , no , The Mandacity! ' making him snort loudly as he tried to hold back the laugh threatening to burst out .

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" you can't handle it " :

Carlos never leaned when it came to challenging our driver and her immune taste buds that he and almost everyone questioned whenever she came up with an abomination of concussion that she called tasty.

He wasn't one to judge but how on earth could she eat those combinations, and fans didn't waste time to notice when he fell into another crisis after one of her experiments.

Such as the chilli experiment as some called it where it started with our driver making her usual pre-summer break snack from hell . Consisting of a bot of instant noodles cooked with a shit ton of chilli powder then when serving she added a bag of flaming Doritos on top , a mix of cream cheese and a big spoon of chocolate drizzled on top and one scoop of ice-cream and a splash of hot sauce to top it off .

He sat comfortably after grabbing himself a fork and took one big bite, ignoring her warning of " you can't handle it " . And how he wished he didn't, the taste blended well , salty and sweet accompanied the spicy taste added to the crunch of the Doritos and the smooth texture of ice-cream, but then the chilli kicked right as he swallowed , and you could see his face turning shades into an alarming bright red along with his ears , his eyes turned unfocused with a faraway teary look as he slumped on the chair in a heap .

Our driver looked at him as she scooped another big bite and asked " you ok ? " Waving her hand Infront of his face , but he was lost to the world , she shrugged and added another splash of sauce, proceeding to take another bite .

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Prince Charming who!? I only know his highness , prince Carlos Sainz Jr :

Fans couldn't let go of the moments they collected of carlos's stary eyes as he 'admires' our driver (or what their shippers say) . And boy it was a sight to behold.

Eyes soft and dreamy when he looks at her , too lost to the world to care if someone would catch on , a small smile slowly creeping upon his lips with a small tilt of the head , you could almost hear him sigh longingly.

The most viral moment was caught when Carlos was sitting down on one of the foldable chairs, overly tired and fresh out of FP2 after a long day , a couple of other drivers waiting around along with our driver who scraping on a small note book , mumbling to herself as she wrote down for a couple of minutes before handing it over to one of the Merc engineers then turned around.

She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes before looking around, her eyes fell on Carlos, who was already looking at her, a smile making it's way on her face , mirroring his as she approached and held his face in one hand while the other went to run through his gorgeously dishelved hair " Hi " , he smiled up at her and gave a sweet " hi " back , she asked with a tilt of her head " what are you doing? " He grins and answered easily " admiring the view , and you? " , she couldn't help the laugh bubbling out as she answered back with a dazzling smiles of her own " admiring you " .

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Chilli🌶️ and cherry 🍒 :

The carnival's Bright lights danced in the background, with Carlos holding on a giant bear with a giddy grin permanent on his face , his eyes squint as he let out a laugh at our driver who stood beside him with a scowl , in her hand she led two keychains, a chilli and a cherry, each bright in colour as she showed them and pointed to the delighted Carlos " I busted my ass and won him this !! " She pointed then held up her hand offendedly " and look what he got me !! " Carlos gave her a side eye and retorted " if you don't want them , give them back " then he snatched the chilli keychain and hooked it on the bow around the bear's neck .

With an accomplished humm he held out the bear and declared " meet thee Carlos Sainz Jr++ " . She stood with a dropped jaw at the declaration then snatched the said Jr++ and made a run for it , followed by a screaming Carlos " give me back my Carlos Jr++ !!!!" She called back as she dodged his attempts " heck no!!! I won him " he exclaimed " for me ! " She dismissed with a flipped bird over her shoulder " that was before I know how bad is your aim ! " He retorted back without thinking " that's not what she said " she gasped with a scandalised voice and shouted " chilli! " He called back with a smirk " cherry! " .

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Those Eyes :

Carlos was seen looking around with a deep frown, his eyes scanning in concern when his search was fruitless , he ran a hand through his still dishelved hair anxiously before tying his suit's hanging arms around his waist as he ventured around to look somewhere else.

He backed his steps as he passed by the small figure of our driver, huddled away and out of sight and didn't waste time to approach with a relieved look replacing the stress . He crouched down and tried to get her to talk to him , asking what's going on, she took a couple of minutes to focus on his eyes pleading with her , blinking her eyes with a frown twisting her face then the dam broke, then her breath turned erect as a sob followed by another fell out before she could hold them back .

His eyes softened with understanding, and he was quick to scoot over , covering her from view and trying to console her as best as he could , letting her lean her head on his shoulder with her arms tight around him with his hand on the back of her head .

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[bitingdrivers]

Bones AU

Recently my brainrot got to the point of me mashing two of my favorite things together, so I present you this Bones AU I cooked up

If you never seen Bones here's a excerpt from Wiki:

The show is a forensics and police procedural in which each episode focuses on an FBI case file concerning the mystery behind human remains brought by FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth to the forensic anthropology team of Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan

So now that you know what Bones is, here's my thoughts on the characters (get ready. I have a lot of thoughts)

Max as Dr. Brennan

Max is forensic anthropologist (one of the best in the World!). He is cold and rational (love is a chemical reaction). He comes off as a little off putting and doesnt get social cues or customs.

In the show Dr. Brennan is also a renown writer with a best seller book series. I'm not sure I can see Max in this role, but I desperately want to keep the plot of the episode with lab being a club every character works at (in the episode Brennan writes a story about a club called The Lab and reads it out loud to Booth who is in a coma)

A very important part of Brennan's character is the fact that she is an orphan. Her parents left her and her brother alone when they were teens. I think in this au Max can also be an orphan, but unlike Brennan, his father will not be redeemed. My idea is Max's father was actually a really dangerous fugitive and his family had to run away and hide from him. And maybe in order to hide her kids from Jos she decided to put them in the system. Maybe she comes back later and then tries to mend their relationship (basically the plot between Brennan and her father in the show)

Daniel as Agent Booth

Daniel is a fbi agent and a former sniper (also one of the best) who went through war. He is emotional and up beat, goes by gut feeling and loves to joke around. Daniel is a pop culture fan and loves sports. He is the one to "thaw" Max out. Gives Max little pet names (Bones, Maxy, Maximus).

At the start of their relationship Max and Daniel argue a lot because of their different views on life and Daniel sometimes thinks that Max is emotionless and doesn't have empathy. But when they start getting closer, Daniel starts seeing Max as a caring and emotional person that he is.

In the show Booth's character is built on his role as a protector. His father is an alcoholic who used to abuse him and his little brother Jared. Maybe Daniel is the same in this au, but I'm not sure I want to make Daniel's father an abuser. but this au is still in the works so.

Charles as Angela Montenegro

Charles is an expert on computers and reconstruction of victims identities / crimes. He is a free soul, an artist who never really wanted to work with dead bodies and only does it to help his best friends Max and to make enough money to go to Paris and live his artistic life full of sex, muses and parties.

Charles is very emotional and empathetic, but also impulsive and doesn't stay in one place for a long time.

Carlos as Dr. Hodgins

I'm not completely sure about this casting but the relationships with other characters work really well. idk I need to think about this more.

Carlos is an entomologist, botanist, and mineralogist. Most of the time he is very calm, but when it comes to things and peoke he loves he can be described as enthusiastic and eccentric.

A big part of Hodgins' character in the show is his upbringing. Hodgins' family is millions rich and is one of the sponsors of the Jefferson University and the lab. But I don't really see Carlos as a millionaire (even if Hodgins himself doesn't act like that). The part of the rich sponsor family in my mind belongs to Strolls (obviously), so maybe Carlos is a normal guy. idk

Also an important thing is Charles and Carlos relationship. It is very sexual at the start but after some rocky moments they build a very loving and strong relationship.

Oscar as Zack Addy

Oscar is studying to be a forensic anthropologist. He is truly a Max's student. He sees Max as his true mentor and role model. Oscar is very smart and a little nerdy about it. He also is rational and calm, but very impressionable due to his young age.

Has a very close relationship with Carlos because they live together (Oscar lives in the attic of Carlos' house) and work in the same office.

Lando as Sweets

Lando is a young fbi psychologist who was assigned to Max and Daniel to asses their relationship and then basically imprinted on the pair. Lando is a geek, he often makes references to pop culture and freaks out over a new Avatar movie. He is also very awkward and vaguely intimidated by Daniel at the start of their sessions.

Lewis as Cam

Lewis is a coroner. Despite being the official boss of the lab, he and Max basically run things together. He is cool and approachable down to earth boss, but very strict about the rules and paperwork. He and Max have a small rivalry (bones vs flesh thing) .

Other characters

The rest of the grid will be squinterns (squint interns) and other workers of the institute!!

I imagine George as Clark, a very reserved and serious guy who tries to keep things professional, but turns out to be a big gossip.

Seb plays the role of Gordon Gordon. A weathered psychiatrist who has to sort Max's and Daniel's relationships.

I think I'll end this post here because there's so many things I can talk about. Maybe I'll make another post about squinterns. OK hope you liked it bye

[lemarideleclerc]

The Hardlaunch

Charles Leclerc x famous reader

Summary: you and Charles have been dating for about 7 months now and have been keeping it a secret from everyone except your tight-knit friends and family. After he wins the Grand Prix in his hometown, you guys decide to nothing in in the world mattered except one another.

It was almost like any other Friday morning, Monte Carlo’s warm spring air waltzing through your window in a mindless manner. You had awoken comfortable and warm in your bed, the mattress only slightly distorted and your hair splayed over your pillows in a messy fashion. You unplugged your phone, lying next to you, excited as ever to dress up and sneak your way past the paparazzi into the Monaco GP. Your assistant entered your apartment, first making her presence known by two quick and prominent knocks. “Good morning, have you decided what you wanted to sport to the race today?” She quickly asked as a metal rack of pre-picked designer outfits was rolled into the entryway by one of the clearly underpaid apartment staff. Glancing at the outfits, you deciphered that some were too gaudy and chic, while others were too casual and plain. You ended up picking a medley of vintage channel from the 90’s, as well as some of your signature black sunglasses. To your ensemble, you placed one of your boyfriend’s rings on your finger, a reminder of safety and comfort for an otherwise unfamiliar situation. Your boyfriend, Charles, was the only reason you were going to the race anyway. You two were so happy together, feeling like home to one another. Although you two were going on only your 7th month of dating, you had known each other for much longer. Ever since he went backstage to find you after your headlining Coachella performance 2 years ago, you hit it off instantly. You were both nervous around each other in a timid and embarrassed manner, which still sometimes lingered around you to this day. Your relationship with Charles was quite healthy and passionate, although not public; not even to his own teammate or fellow drivers. The only people who knew about your relationship were both his and your family, and your guys’ tight-knit friends. Putting on your baby blue sun hat, you made your way down to the car, where your driver awaited you, with the help of your assistant and security detail.

After arriving at the venue and seemingly making it past the press, you flashed your padock pass to the guard, your own security guard following you. You made it front row in your own quiet little section of Ferrari’s garage, outside to see the race in the golden sun but secluded from any main cameras or tv casters. The race was tight, Your beloved Charlie fighting with Max (who you’ve actually become quite close friends with) for first position. By just a mere 1.3 seconds, Charles Leclerc had crossed that finish line first. Your heart pounded with excitement, nervousness, and an overwhelming eager causing you to shuffle his ring around your finger. Meeting him at the podium, he fought past other fans and even some relatives to get to you. The two of you exchanged glances at each other, the busy crowd coming to a mute at each other’s presence. Almost instantaneously, he wrapped his toned arms around you and picked you up, spinning you in the air. He set you down ever so delicately, and kissed you so passionately it felt like he had been gone at war for years. All of the major cameras and news outlets captured the moment live, the crowd erupting and the press having a field day. But you two didn’t care. You were happy with one another, happy with the loud and public lives you both live. “Mon Cheri” your boyfriend whispered under his breath whilst holding you to his chest. “We did it”.

[frostqueen-dhriya]

"Mine to use, mine to pleasure" || Carlos Sainz Jr x Lando Norris

Summary:

Without a word, Carlos stalked towards Lando, his eyes dark with an unbridled hunger. The room grew eerily silent as the older racer grabbed Lando by the wrists, his grip firm and unyielding. Lando's pulse quickened, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He had heard whispers of Carlos's darker tastes, the kinks and desires that went beyond the racetrack. But he had never imagined that he would become the object of such intense focus.

Notes:

Pure Smut. Read at your own risk. Leave kudos if you like my style and fantasies Warnings - Breathplay Tags - Anal sex, breathplay, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

The cool evening breeze brushed gently through the open paddock as the distant sound of an engine revving echoed in the air. Lando Norris, the young and ambitious Formula One racer, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, savoring the sweet scent of gasoline and freshly cut grass. It had been a long week of training and he looked forward to the quiet solitude of his home. As the engine's roar grew louder, he wondered if his neighbor, the equally determined and enigmatic Carlos Sainz, had decided to join him in their usual after-hours rivalry.

As Lando stepped into the dimly lit living room, the aroma of leather and polished chrome filled his nostrils. He hadn't noticed the lights flickering, nor the faint sound of someone moving upstairs. His heart raced as he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He spun around to find Carlos leaning against the doorframe, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The tension in the air grew palpable as the two men locked eyes, each aware of the unspoken challenge that hung between them.

Without a word, Carlos stalked towards Lando, his eyes dark with an unbridled hunger. The room grew eerily silent as the older racer grabbed Lando by the wrists, his grip firm and unyielding. Lando's pulse quickened, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He had heard whispers of Carlos's darker tastes, the kinks and desires that went beyond the racetrack. But he had never imagined that he would become the object of such intense focus.

Carlos pushed Lando against the wall, his body pressing tightly against the younger man's. Lando felt the heat radiating from Carlos's skin, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp as their chests collided. The Spaniard leaned in, his breath hot against Lando's neck as he whispered, "You've been a very bad boy, Lando. It's time you learned what it's like to truly lose control." With that, he crushed his lips against Lando's, forcing his tongue into the younger man's mouth in a bruising kiss that left no room for protest.

Lando's head spun as he was overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. He could feel Carlos's desire, raw and unfiltered, and it sparked something primal within him. The fight or flight instinct warred with a burgeoning arousal that made his knees weak. His heart hammered in his chest, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cock, trapped uncomfortably in his tight racing suit.

Carlos's hands roamed over Lando's body, stripping away layers of clothing with an urgent precision. Each touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine as the cool air of the room kissed his exposed flesh. The Spaniard's breath grew heavier, his eyes glinting with a sadistic pleasure as he took in the younger man's trembling form. He knew Lando was new to this kind of game, and the thrill of corrupting him was intoxicating.

Guiding Lando to the plush sofa, Carlos shoved him down, straddling him with a force that left no doubt about who was in charge. He reached behind his own neck, unclasping the top of his racing suit to reveal his broad, muscular chest. Lando couldn't help but stare, his eyes lingering on the older man's nipples, now hard with excitement. With a wicked grin, Carlos leaned in, capturing one of Lando's earlobes between his teeth and giving it a sharp tug. Lando yelped, his eyes watering with pain and pleasure.

"You're going to scream for me tonight," Carlos murmured, his voice low and seductive. He reached between them, unbuckling Lando's racing harness and freeing his erection. The younger racer's breath hitched as Carlos's calloused hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly and deliberately. The anticipation was unbearable, and Lando found himself begging for more, his voice a desperate whine that seemed to only fuel Carlos's hunger. "You want this, don't you?" Carlos taunted, his eyes never leaving Lando's. "You want me to make you beg for air?"

Lando nodded frantically, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. He had never felt so vulnerable, so completely at the mercy of someone else's whims. As Carlos's grip tightened and his strokes grew faster, Lando felt himself teetering on the edge of a precipice. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within him, his prostate aching with need. But the air was thick with an unspoken rule: he was not to come without permission.

The pressure grew, a delicious torture that had him writhing beneath Carlos's strong body. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, and each time he thought he couldn't take any more, Carlos would ease off just enough to keep him suspended in agonizing ecstasy. The room grew hotter, the scent of their desire mingling with the faint smell of rubber and leather from their gear.

Finally, unable to withstand the torment any longer, Lando's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a choking gasp. His body convulsed with the force of his climax, and for a brief moment, the world went black. When he came to, Carlos was still there, smiling down at him with a wicked gleam in his eye. "You're just getting started," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of the pleasure and pain yet to come.

The Spaniard reached into his pocket, pulling out a soft, velvety blindfold. He secured it around Lando's head, plunging the young Brit into darkness. The loss of sight heightened Lando's other senses, making every touch, every sound, more intense. The rustle of fabric was like thunder in his ears as Carlos removed the last of Lando's clothing, leaving him bare and exposed. The cool leather of the couch was a stark contrast to the heat of his own body, his skin slick with sweat.

Without warning, a sharp sting of pain shot through Lando's ass as Carlos's finger breached his tight hole. He bit back a scream, the sudden intrusion sending his nerves alight. The older racer chuckled, his voice a deep rumble that reverberated through Lando's chest. "Relax," he soothed, his voice a lie as he continued to probe deeper. Lando's breathing grew ragged as he felt Carlos's finger being replaced with something larger, something that stretched him to the brink of pain.

The sound of a zipper was the only warning before he felt the hot, thick head of Carlos's cock pressing against his entrance. He tensed, but the Spaniard was relentless, pushing in inch by inch, until Lando was filled completely. The pain was intense, but it was quickly eclipsed by a burning need that consumed him. He was at Carlos's mercy, and the thrill of it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

Carlos began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had Lando's breath coming in pants. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through his body, and he could feel his prostate swelling with every impact. The air grew thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the grunts of exertion from both men. Lando's chest heaved, his breaths shallow and fast as the pressure grew.

And then, without warning, Carlos's hand was on his throat, squeezing gently but with a firmness that brooked no argument. Lando's eyes snapped open, his vision swimming with stars behind the blindfold. The world narrowed to the feeling of Carlos's cock inside him and the pressure on his throat. The older man's eyes bore into him, the heat of his gaze burning through the fabric. "Breathe," he ordered, his voice a low rumble. "Breathe for me."

Lando gulped for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Each inhale was shallow, each exhale a whine of need. He could feel the beginnings of panic, the instinct to fight back, but something within him was already addicted to this new kind of high. The tight grip on his throat became a strange comfort, a focal point amidst the chaos of sensations. The air grew thinner, the strokes inside him more demanding.

Carlos's thrusts grew harder, faster, pushing Lando's body to its limits. The younger man's toes curled into the couch, his nails digging into the leather as he tried to anchor himself against the onslaught. He could feel another orgasm building, the pressure in his prostate almost unbearable. Yet, even as the pleasure grew, so did the fear of the unknown. What was this man going to do to him? How much more could he take?

The hand on his throat tightened, cutting off his air completely. Lando's eyes bulged as his lungs screamed for oxygen. His heart stuttered, a wild beat of terror. And then, just as he thought he would pass out, Carlos released the pressure. Air rushed back in, filling his lungs with a sweetness that made him dizzy. His cock jerked, and he felt the telltale twitch of a second orgasm approaching.

"Good boy," Carlos murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He began to stroke Lando's throat again, the touch almost tender as he leaned in closer. "Now, let's see if you can handle the real thing." The hand on Lando's throat moved to cover his mouth, muffling any sounds he might make. The pressure on his prostate was relentless, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge.

The room spun, and Lando felt himself floating on a cloud of pure sensation. The hand around his neck tightened again, the air a scarce commodity. His chest heaved, his body straining for oxygen. And when it was almost too much, when the darkness at the edges of his vision grew too thick to ignore, Carlos let go. The rush of air was like a cool breeze, sending him soaring over the edge once more. His orgasm hit him like a wave, crashing through his body with the force of a supernova.

As the tremors subsided, Lando lay there, panting and exhausted. The blindfold was removed, and he blinked up at Carlos, his eyes glazed over with lust and submission. The Spaniard looked down at him with a smug smile, his own chest heaving with exertion. "You see?" he said, his voice a low purr. "You can take it. You can take whatever I give you." And with that, he leaned in for a kiss, claiming Lando's mouth once more, sealing their newfound understanding with a passion that left no room for doubt.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dueling as if fighting for dominance. Carlos's hand traveled down to Lando's chest, his thumb circling one of his sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. The younger racer's body responded instinctively, arching into the touch. He was lost in the moment, his fear and reservations forgotten amidst the sea of sensation.

With a wicked grin, Carlos stood up, his cock still hard and slick with lube. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Lando complied, his legs trembling slightly as he knelt before the man who had so thoroughly claimed him. He watched, wide-eyed, as Carlos stroked himself, the sight of his own juices coating the other man's shaft making him want to beg for more.

"Open your mouth," Carlos said, and Lando obeyed without hesitation. He felt the hot, velvety head of Carlos's cock press against his lips, and he took a deep breath before allowing it to slide inside. The taste was foreign but intoxicating, and he found himself eager to please, to show Carlos just how much he could handle. The older racer's grip on the back of his head was firm, guiding Lando's movements as he began to fuck his mouth with a ferocity that left the younger man gagging.

Lando's throat was raw from the earlier assault, and he could feel his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe around the thick length. But the pain was a sweet agony, a reminder of his submission that only served to heighten his arousal. He could feel his own cock growing hard again, and he reached down to stroke it in time with Carlos's thrusts.

The room was a cacophony of sounds: the wet smack of flesh, the harsh panting of Lando's breath, and the occasional gasp as air was allowed to pass. His eyes were watering, his mouth was stretched to its limits, but he never stopped moving. Each time he thought he couldn't take it anymore, each time he thought he'd gag and pull away, Carlos would ease off just enough to let him catch his breath.

The Spaniard's grip on Lando's head tightened, and he could feel the man's body tense above him. "Swallow it," he growled, and Lando braced himself for the onslaught. With a roar of pleasure, Carlos came, his hot seed spilling down Lando's throat. The young racer choked and swallowed, the salty taste filling his mouth. It was overwhelming, degrading, and absolutely exhilarating.

When it was done, Carlos pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Lando gasping for air. The Spaniard stepped back, his chest heaving, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're mine now," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Mine to use, mine to pleasure, and mine to break."

Lando looked up, his vision swimming with tears and lust. He had never felt so alive, so alive and so utterly dominated. And as he stared into the abyss of Carlos's desire, he knew he would do anything to feel this way again. Anything at all.

[miscommunicationtree]

Formula 1 Star Wars AU (Jedi version)

Oscar is Mace Windu's favorite Padawan. He's really good at Soresu, maybe being trained in Vaapad as well. Good at diplomacy, weirdly, because he just doesn't say that much (but maybe that's the trick). Nicknamed "Loth-Car" by no one (Lando). Blue lightsaber, single blade.

Lewis is probably in the Council, really close with the Living Force. Really good at Ataru. Was he in a relationship? Is he still clinging onto it even if it isn't really with the Jedi Code? That's something for you to ask and for him to not answer. Green lightsaber, single blade.

Lando is Mace Windu's LEAST favorite Padawan (the second least depending if Anakin exists or not), probably has something to do with Lando breaking Mace's bedroom wall. Long story. Lando is definitely a Djem So user. Blue lightsaber, one single.

Charles is the Council's favorite child. He's now a Knight. Sadly, he's really good at diplomacy. Probably uses Makashi. Probably had some unfortunate Master like Dooku or something. Good with the Cosmic Force. Green or purple lightsaber, one single blade.

Max is Yoda's favorite, and nobody knows why. Yoda just wants fun, man. He's also a Knight. Really good at driving. Do you have to drive inside of an asteroid belt? Call Max. Do you have to course through the entirety of the Outer Rim and come out unscathed? Call Max. Do you have to win a Pod Race in a random planet with shady laws? Call Max. He's a Djem So user. Every Padawan wants him as their Master (Max has no idea why and is panicking). Knows probably every planet in the Galaxy. Blue lightsaber, single blade.

Carlos is Depa Billaba's favorite. Knows the Halls of Healing really well (This isn't a compliment, Carlos). He's getting wiser with age. He already has a Padawan (who?). A Makashi or Ataru user, idk. Good with the Living Force and the Unifying Force. Green lightsaber, one single blade.

George is favoured by the whole Council. He's also very scared of going to the Lower levels ("but what if they just shoot us, Alex?" "we have LIGHTSABERS, George!"). He has partaken in a political revolt in an Outer Rim planet when he was a Padawan (he's a Knight now). He's SO, SO GOOD at Diplomacy (Obi-Wan took this as an opportunity). Soresu user. Green lightsaber, one single blade.

Alex is Plo Koon's favorite and he's even following his steps because WHAT DO YOU MEAN you just FOUND a force sensitive human child??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN "HIS NAME IS FRANCO"? WAS LOGAN NOT ENOUGH?. He's also really good with the Living Force and loves to spend time with the little younglings (George, please, stop staring). Yoda favors him a little bit bc of this. Green lightsaber, one single blade.

Fernando is a Council member for sure. Wouldn't be surprised if he was behind the order of 10 thousand clones (for no reason). He went rogue for like a couple years but he's here, don't worry. Also does anybody know why he keeps visiting this guy named Mark from Corellia?. Ataru user. Purple lightsaber, two single blades. (if he could he would have a pink one, but alright)

Esteban is probably like a Jedi Instructor and so, so sweet with the Younglings, the Initiates and the Padawans. (Ignore the fact that he almost killed Pierre when they were young, multiple times. In his defense, Pierre started it). Really good at Ataru. Blue lightsaber, one single blade.

Pierre is really good at combat, and has already a Padawan (Paul). He used to have a little feud with one of the other Jedi Initiates but shhh (everyone knows) Djem So user. Blue lightsaber, double staff. (uuu, so evil)

[that-random-outsider]

Charming Family Head Cannons (ft. Ella's step family as well)

When Dizzy first started going to Auradon she was really excited to meet Chad! She had heard she had a step cousin in school but was worried he wouldn't consider her family so she makes a blue friendship bracelet as an olive branch and gifts it to him at one of his tourney games before he goes off to college and he immediately adopts as an honorary sister.(he looks after her with his life for the rest of the semester)

Chloe is constantly asking Dizzy for stories about the core 4 when they went to AP and before they left the Isle. Chad feels bad that Chloe never asks him anything about when he went to school with them but his most detailed stories revolve around him being kicked out of Carlos & Jay's dorm for using their 3D printer without permission.

Speaking of 3D printers Chad definitely used to beg Carlos to 3D print toys to send to Chloe while he was in school because he missed his baby sister And Chloe also hated not hated not having her brother around during the semester (such toys include, a Chloe action figure, and her first practice sword)

Chad asked Dizzy to add blue streaks in his hair for a family portrait hoping to surprise everyone and Chad ended up convincing her to dye a small streak as well because their family

Lady Tramain is pretty much reformed by the time her and Ella reunited but the two try to steer clear of each other for the most part, they'd only really spoken twice since. Once to finally apologize for what she put Ella through, and once to thank her for not taking their problems out on Dizzy and treating her as a part of her family despite everything

The Charmings never visit Ella's family because they want Ella to be the one that makes that first step to rekindling that relationship and only if she wants to.

While Lady Tremaine doesn't treat Dizzy as bad as she treated Ella she still doesn't show her affection much so when she was worried the Charmings contempt for her might was over to her daughter it came off more like banning Dizzy from getting to know them at all

Ella does regular welfare checks on Dizzy whenever she visits Chad and Chloe (checking for bruises, malnutrition, exhaustion, etc) Dizzy hates that it's needed but appreciates such open affection

Dizzy and Chloe definitely braid each others hair and talk about their rebel girlfriends at sleepovers together.

Chad and Dizzy would probably destroy the whole house and start seven different wars if Chloe took so much as a break to grab a water while they were hanging out (and probably have)

[dear-ao3]

Can I ask for a translation on what happened in Vegas?

what didnt happen in vegas!

-carlos sainz ran over a drain cover that was not welded down 9 minutes into the first practice session. it ripped a hole through his car basically (he narrowly avoided getting royally and permanently fucked up by it) and he got a 10 place grid penalty for fixing said car

-toto wolff, the mercedes team principle, said very emphatically that carlos deserved this penalty. carlos did not in fact deserve this penalty because it was not remotely his fault.

-probably out of spite, carlos managed to finish the race above both mercedes cars

-back to practice 1, it was redflagged 9 minutes in after he crashed and it took nearly 7.5 hours for them to fix the track because they had to check all the other drain covers

-practice was already late to begin with and reportedly at 1am ish they kicked all the fans out who had bought tickets because it was "too late"

-tickets btw were over 1k USD

-practice two started sometime around 2am and didnt finish until nearly 4am

-yes, people were driving cars at over 200mph at 2 in the morning, jetlagged to hell and back. idc if you're a professional, that sounds dangerous

-the announcers were descending into madness the whole time and during practice two i think tried to talk about oceans 11 but fucked it up

-there was also the sphere. the sphere was relatively unhinged.

-the drivers didnt get back to their hotels until after the sun rose that day. and they had to race again that night

-oh also it was fucking freezing and when its freezing the cars don't work cause the tires don't warm up and the brakes don't warm up

-tires also warm up best on corners, high speed ones. the vegas track had mostly all low speed corners and really long straights. not ideal

-the pit lane exit was also smack in the middle of a really tight turn. which they would be exiting onto on cold tires with cold brakes.

-also the track looked like an upside down pig

-practice three was normal until the very end when alex albon crashed into the wall. no one was allowed to do practice starts because the session was red flagged and not resumed.

-the most notable thing to happen at qualifying was that both williams cars (which are basically tractors) managed to place p5 and p6 on the grid. especially interesting considering that logan sergeant has placed dead last in qualifying for the last several races.

-also both mclarens were at the bottom. this is not super relevant or particularly interesting but i was upset about it.

-ferrari went p1 (charles leclerc) and p2 (carlos sainz), but sainz had a 10 place grid penalty for fixing his car that had a literal hole through the bottom, so he started p12.

-weirdly, sir lewis hamilton and checo perez also started pretty far down the grid.

-anyway onto the race.

-there were so many safety cars. literally on the first lap the whole back half of the grid rammed into each other.

-then! terrifyingly! lando norris ran over a bump in the track on lap 3 or 4 i don't remember and spun several times before ramming into the wall. he sounded not ok on his radio but he got out of the car. eventually they ended up taking him to the hospital, he is quite fine but it was still a terrible crash

-his teammate, oscar piastri, seemly got possessed by someone or something, possibly lando himself, because he had a very impressive race until mclaren decided to use the worst tire strategy possible (as in, pit him in the last 10 laps to change his tires when this was largely avoidable by all accounts). he could have ended on the podium potentially if they hadn't fucked him up. still, he ended 10th and got the fastest lap and as a result the track record.

-there was also another episode of French Civil War at alpine when they told esteban ocon to stay behind his teammate, pierre gasley, and he said no !! and passed him for funzies

-charles leclerc also got possessed by something, possibly his own bad luck, because he managed to finish p2 after overtaking checo perez on the last lap.

-the same checo perez whos f1 career has been basically dead for half the season

-also lance stroll weirdly slayed

-despite starting high on the grid, both williams managed to finish out of the points

-surprisingly there were only 3 DNFs and 0 red flags

-this is surprising because of all the tire and brake issues that people thought there would be

-unsurprisingly max verstappen won. what was surprising was that he sang viva las vegas over his radio afterwards, especially surprising considering that he spent the whole weekend shitting on the race, saying that the track was terrible, he hated it, and that the fans should burn the place down for getting kicked out on practice 1 day and only getting a voucher in response

-related to that, the fans sued f1 over getting kicked out

-someone thought it was a good idea to put max charles and checo in the back of a rolls and film them driving to the podium. it was incredibly memey.

-there was definitely more that happened but this is all i can remember right now

[shitapril]

with spa, we're officially halfway through the season !

we went into the season expecting a repeat of 2023, only to have seven different race winners in the first half of the season alone.

carlos sainz jumped back from his appendicitis to become the only driver to break max verstappen's 10 race win streak not once, but twice. charles leclerc has finally broken his curse and has won at the legendary monaco circuit, but most importantly, at home. george russell brought mercedes' first win since 2022. lewis hamilton extended his record of wins at home with his ninth victory at silverstone, and is now only the second driver with more than one win. lando norris and oscar piastri are both race winners now.

but the drama started well before the season, and off the track at that, with lewis hamilton announcing his departure from mercedes to ferrari for the 2025 season. call it a domino effect, because ever since, we have found out we will not have my fav blonde-hunk duo in haas next season, my french civil war roleplayers next season, but we will have an 18-year old on the grid (i'm so old wtf) and we're just halfway through the season (jury is still out on carlos sainz though he said he's sticking to the original timetable of the driver market).

that being said, I can't even begin to explain the headlines, rumours and stories that this season has brought, i would've thought they were random machine-generated headlines if i had not seen them happen in real time.

i cannot wait for the latter half of the season to unfold, to see what the future of this sport looks like by the end of the year. in the meantime, take care of yourselves, rejuvenate for the second half of the silliest of seasons and i'll see you soon ! <3

[j4desblurbs]

RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS AT THE MOVIES

hello from your fav cinephile (ugh)

inspo from @yurozo, their restaurant au and vape shop au made me giggle

apologies in advance if i disgustingly mischaracterize your fav. i tend to only focus on one version of them in my mind cuz i’m not 100% familiar with RE yet so pls bear with me.

enjoy :)

ashley graham (re4r)

ashley is the type of person to dress up for movies. not all the time, but when it’s right to do so. when barbie came out she dragged leon to the theater on opening day in an all pink outfit.

ashley also cries during movies and has no shame. she was blubbering her way through wicked.

as for the kinds of movies she likes, she’s mostly into romances, comedies, classic fantasies, and the odd animated film.

examples: 10 things i hate about you, enchanted, harry potter, moana.

carlos oliveira (re3r)

carlos definitely laughs out loud in a movie theater, even if the joke isn’t very funny. he mostly catches super late shows so it’s not a rare occurrence for him to be the only one in the theater.

want to see a movie you’re not sure other people will want to see? call carlos! this guy will watch almost anything and have a good time with it. when ashley wanted to watch wicked, she went with carlos because no one else was free/interested. they ended up having a great time and he even wore whatever outfit ashley had created for him. (he also blubbered his way through the movie).

because carlos seems like he’d be into so many different genres, it’s hard narrow down specific ones. but i’ll have to go with action comedies, occasional superhero/comic book flicks, and sci-fi.

examples: the nice guys, rush hour, deadpool, star wars.

chris redfield (death island)

chris is the guy who doesn’t go to the theater on his own. it’s almost always in a group outing or if claire manages to drag him.

even so, he will be out like a light without fail. the longest he managed to stay awake was an hour. one time he even fell asleep during the previews. he vastly prefers to watch a movie at home.

chris is into the classic action movies. he also enjoys buddy cops.

examples: die hard, rambo, rocky, lethal weapon.

claire redfield (re2r)

i think if anyone in this list is close to being a movie buff it’s claire. she’s at the theater the most out of everyone and always manages to drag at least one person with her too.

she enjoys the previews, loves a good post movie debrief at a restaurant, and will smack chris awake when he starts to nod off but then give up after a few times.

with that, claire is very much a “if it’s good, it’s good” type of gal so it’s hard to say exactly what kinds of movies she’d like, but i think she’d be into both sci-fi, action, and drama, as well as more lighthearted comedies.

examples: star wars, little women, the hunger games, whiplash.

jill valentine (re3r)

the movies aren’t jill’s first choice of a pastime but when she’s with a group of people, she enjoys it. usually doesn’t start out too invested in whatever it is she’s watching but ends up getting more into it as time goes on.

i’d say jill would be into a good thriller and would also appreciate some sci-fi or horror movies as well.

examples: prisoners, interstellar, the silence of the lambs, se7en.

leon kennedy (re4r/death island + infinite darkness)

leon is also like chris in that he’d prefer seeing a movie at home rather than in the theater, but he’s also less susceptible to falling asleep in the theater. leon also lets himself get dragged to movies a lot (as mentioned previously, ashley took him to barbie and he even wore a pink shirt. how sweet).

leon is a basic bitch and likes basic action movies but hey! they’re popular for a reason. he also enjoys a good comedy.

examples: the equalizer, deadpool & wolverine, the matrix, ferris bueller’s day off.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

Find a Way Up Into Your Head

ship: lando norris/max fewtrell tags: implied mental breakdown/mental health crisis, hurt no comfort (yet) rating: idk man, T? Once again, no smut only sadness.

a/n: I wasn't planning on writing more of this however my brain was like "divine intervention time" and I got another idea, so this is just going to be a lazy series of tumblr ficlets that i'll write as i have ideas. tag is: dizzy on the comedown verse

Title from Dizzy on the Comedown by Turnover again.

There's not really any fanfare, when he signs the contract on a fucking Tuesday afternoon, sitting in MTC, under the appraising gazes of Zak Brown and Andrea Stella. His hands are clammy, and he can barely hold the pen when he goes to scrawl his signature across the bottom of it. It feels real in a way he wasn't expecting, victory and anxiety churning in his stomach like a ocean in a storm.

His phone is vibrating in his pocket the whole time, insistent, barely a break before it starts vibrating again. If they knew where he was, they wouldn't be calling, but he hadn't wanted to brag. Knew it had been getting harder and harder for Lando, the longer he went without a team, the longer he went with pressure pushing down on him.

It's....he feels for Lando, he gets it. On the best days, sometimes even Max feels absolutely fragile. Between getting in his own head, and listening to what other people say, it's an easy thing. But Lando? Lando's struggled with it for years. At constant war with the voices in his head. He's brutally bad, too, at letting people actually get close, beneath the armour he wears around himself.

Sometimes, Max worries he's the only one.

"Well then!" Zak claps Max's shoulder, as Max slides the contract back across the table, shaky smile making it's way across his features. It feels too good to be true, it feels INSANE to him that he's about to do this. That he's about to fucking drive for McLaren. Sits heavy like a gut punch, guilt gathering around his shoulders. He's going to have to go home, and text Lando, and pretend that he can be normal about this.

Can only hope that it's not going to wound their friendship, that it's not going to send Lando spiralling, crashing and burning out. Max doesn't want to see it, doesn't want to see his best friend's career end up in flames.

"Want a tour?" Zak asks, when he sits in silence for a moment too long, and he nods, wordlessly. Pushes away from the desk and stands up, shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Shakes hands with people, the grin growing across his features the more people he meets, the more people that tell him they're excited to work with him.

It feels even more real when he shakes hands with Carlos. "Pleasure to have you," he says, with a smile that reaches his eyes, bright and welcoming. Thinks that might be the first time it truly sinks in. "Yeah, we'll see how you feel when the season starts, mate," Max says with a grin, elbows Carlos' ribcage gently. Carlos laughs, the sound loud, ringing through the room. Maybe it is where he belongs, after all.

The phone vibrating in his pocket makes him feel guilty though, the shiver running through him. Can't shake the feeling of dread lingering underneath his skin. Something ominous that makes his stomach flip, nauseated.

"Do you need to get that?" Carlos asks, and Max just shrugs, because what is he supposed to do, what is he supposed to say. It seems impolite in present company, in front of the team that he's just signed to. "Shouldn't, y'know? Looks bad, yeah?" and Carlos just laughs.

Max feels the embarrassed flush climb his cheeks, like he's being babied. But professionalism has been the one thing that feels like it's been ground into him. Is allowed to feel any way he wants, but he has to keep it compressed, hidden behind the outer walls. Doesn't know how to explain to Carlos the literal dread he feels.

So he ignores his phone until he's seated in his car, turns the keys in the ignition and lets it idle as he opens up the notifications.

There's over a hundred, missed calls, missed texts. The most important from his own mum, from Lando's parents, from Theo. The dread in his stomach intensifies as he opens his phone, clicks through to a link from his messages with Theo.

Whatever he's expecting, it's not this. It's not Lando, scream sobbing, something about his privacy, something about pressure. He's not expecting to see Lando curling in on himself like a wounded animal. And maybe he should've realized that it was getting bad again, because when he looks at Lando's face in the videos, it's hardly recognizable. He's a ghost of who he'd been even six months prior, on his good days.

Max feels guilt swelling in his chest, a hot, devastated thing. It feels like a fucking knife, gutting him.

He dials Lando's mum and presses the phone to his ear as he peels out of the car park. Doesn't know what comes next, after this.

Doesn't know what he's going to do, can't help the fact that he feels terrible, insides twisting themselves up in knots.

I'm coming, Bob.

It feels so stupid to think. Can't help but feel like he's too late, when Lando's mum answers the phone, and he can hear the tears thick in the back of her throat when she starts talking. The guilt is fucking crushing.