#following team orders

[andydrysdalerogers]

To The Limit ~ A "Following Team Orders" Sequel

Characters: Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Synopsis:

Twenty Four Races 

One Season 

His last chance. 

Johnny Storm has had a good career in Formula One.  The only thing he doesn’t have is a championship.  And it looks like he may never have one. Especially when the perfect storm of events changes his life and Formula One is pushed aside for two years.  

Until a miracle offer comes through.  

Now he has one season to prove himself to be a champion. His focus should be driving the best he can, even with his personal life in the shadows. And especially not on the hottie on  his crew.  She is beautiful, smart, and completely taken.  

He should also remember, she’s the team principal’s sister. But he didn’t earn his nickname, Torch, without burning rubber and pushing to the limit.  

One season,  

Twenty Four Races 

Can he win it all? 

Warning: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs, alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

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Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9//

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[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

[aaanyaajpg]

HE IS PISSED, AS HE SHOULD RIGHTFULLY BE!

And the amount of “Ferrari fired the wrong driver,” glazing is insane

[flyingfish-in-a-boat]

just watched a video about oscar potentially challenging norris in the near future and what that would mean for mclaren, and they mentioned how mark, as oscars manager would likely be very protective of him when it comes to team orders and I genuinely can't wait for mclaren team orders to favor norris in some way and mark to absolutely flip out

what i imagine (pray for):

[wesavegotham]

These fanon Tim Drake takes/fanfictions that paint him as the ultimate victim during the Morrrison era were always annoying, but if you're looking for a character to write fix it fanfictions about because they got abandoned by their family when they went through a lot of losses and lost themselves in the process, ran away from everything and only had the batfamily try to bring them back home ages after they had already run away and only after first blaming the kid and then not prioritizing bringing that kid back, then Damian from 2018 to 2020 is right there?

Where are my 1000+ fanfictions about that?

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Day 12 of sharing photos from my f1 cursed/reaction photos folder.

[mangotelevision]

au where at the end of season one before the big battle, katelyn is the one that burnt meteli down. katelyns last act as a member of the jury was the destruction of meteli- the last order she fulfilled to the letter under zane romeave was to burn meteli to the ground and katelyn always followed orders, shes a dog of ok'hasis to the end

she won't say, she won't admit it, but everyone knows. who else on the jury could do such a complete job, who else could leave nothing but ashes? They don't blame her, she was following orders, but cadenza does.

Katedenza angst 🗣️🗣️🗣️

cadenza blames her and yet she loves her, it's what intrigued her about katelyn in the beginning. she needed to know what was going through this woman's head, she needed to know who could burn someone's home to the ground. the traitor. she thought she'd find a soldier, someone proud of their strength- instead she found regret, a deep thing that she loathes more than anything.

to cadenza, the destruction of her home was a casualty of katelyn's cowardice, of her inability to find a solution other than violence

[things-methinks]

Just had to see a comment on IG that compared S*inz to Nico Rosberg "They wanted a Bottas but got a Rosberg instead" and I need a cigarette

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

"You didn't care when Daniel took the fastest lap point-"

1, that was Daniel's last race, most likely his last ever in f1. RB's tp has gone on record about the team wanting to give Daniel something if it was the end, something to carry with him. That's why they pitted him so that he could go for it. He had nothing to lose. There's a lot about Daniel's exit that was shitty, the fastest lap is probably the only exception. Also, @ anybody who thinks Max knew/was the deciding factor re: Daniel's fate, yeah he might've had an incline due to how the media talked about Daniel that weekend because literally everyone was talking about it, but if red bull have been refusing to listen to him about the car, why would they suddenly listen to him if he said the driver lineup of RB should change? Like even re: the main red bull lineup, Max vocally supports keeping Checo as his teammate, which seemingly hasn't stopped either horner or marko from approaching other drivers.

2, the biggest one and the most infuriating thing. The FIA delayed the VSC to allow the swap to happen. The deliberately flounced safety procedures directly endangered Nico Hulkenberg and the other drivers still running in the race. These safety procedures exist for a reason. They got lucky no one was harmed. Never take that for granted. That's the biggest fucking difference between these two situations.

[weaponproficiencies]

haley/haley warriors how are we feeling

[charles-leclerc-official]

So the best strategy for Ferrari going into tomorrow is to have Charles focus on keeping close to Max(within 2 seconds 3 max) and having Carlos defend against Checo.

We'll have to see if they do this and how well Carlos can defend against a Red Bull.

We saw in the sprint that Charles can stay within that gap to Max, so it really will come down to Charles being able to pull that off, and Carlos doing his part to keep him from having to worry about Checo behind.

[andydrysdalerogers]

To The Limit - 3

F1 Racer Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.

She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.

This a sequel to my original story, "Following Team Orders" If you want to get caught up in my Formula One world, you can find it HERE

Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

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Previous Chapter: Two

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Maya 

I hate being late.  

If you ever had an overbearing brother who loves to criticize just because he’s been a champion in the most difficult and prestigious sports in the world, you would totally get me.  

You don’t? 

Lucky you. 

My brother, Ari Levinson, just had to go and win the Drivers World Championship in Formula One four times.  

Showoff.  

Anyways, he retired and took some time to himself until a couple of years ago. That’s when he was approached to be the team principal for Mercedes. I was working in formula three at the time as a social media reporter. That’s when I gor the call from Ari to be the public relations director for the team.  

I now work for my brother.  

Joy.  

Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother but I never thought this would be my life.  Ari is 15 years older than me. He left to drive at 18 and never looked back. I was three, still toddling after him when he left. He only came home during long breaks and even then, he was on his SIM or at the factory. But he always made time for me, the little tag-a-long that sat on his lap when he was practicing or always wore his team colors. I was his little girl.  

At least, not until mama and papa passed away,  

We don’t talk about it much.  I was 15 when it happened, and Ari was in the middle of his third championship run.  It was summer so I was with him on the road.  When it came time for school, he had asked me if I wanted to be home schooled or if I wanted to go to boarding school. I had two more years before university. I don’t know what Ari really wanted to do.  He never told me or mentioned if he wanted me to stick close.  

I went to boarding school. And then to university.  I only saw Ari at holidays or summer. It was... I don’t even know... lonely. It was lonely.  I had nothing in common with my brother. He was shoved into a parental role for a heartbroken 15-year-old girl. He gave up on the sleeping around and partying, especially when I was on the road with him.  

After the fourth championship, he decided to retire and move to London, where I started to work for McLaren in their social media department. That’s when we reconnected. We had Sunday dinners and lunches during the week. I got to know my brother away from the track. And he was able to, finally, get a life.  He met Sarah. She was nice. At least until she wasn’t. The divorce was hard on Ari. Especially when Sarah used how he had to raise me as reasons he was unreliable as a partner. Lucky I was old enough to testify to the contrary so she couldn’t take as much as she wanted.  

Now that my life story is done, for the most part, now you can understand why I am running through the paddock. I hate disappointing my brother when he has done a lot for me.  

I wish I had gotten to the track sooner. But the perfect PR storm hit the Mercedes Garage, and it required me to work out of the hotel instead of track side. While I’m happy for Olivia and Steve, the look of a pregnant driver testing, of all things, has made a lot of noise.  I had to do interviews and give quotes to questions asked.   

And on top of that, I had to deal with Cole’s accident and the hiring of Johnny Storm. Like I said, it's been a storm of epic proportions. I check my watch, hoping that I will have a quick minute to wish my boyfriend luck before my drivers are in the cars.  

But my mind drifts to Johnny. I haven’t seen him in two years. I can assume he won’t remember me.  I never gave my name that night.  I wanted a night where I wasn’t Ari Levinson’s baby sister. But I remember what Johnny called me.  

Luna.  

I really liked that. He liked me for me and not my name. And I wish we could have pursued something but the next day it was announced that he lost his ride. And then he was underground for two years before my brother brought him back. I’m excited to see him but I am not sure how to handle it. Two years in a long time for things to change. Its not like I can pursue anything anyways.  

If there was something there between us, like I thought we had.  

My cell phone ringing brought me back from the memory of that night.  Its Ari. “Hello?” 

“Where are you, Maya?” 

“I’m running. The last meeting with the FIA took longer than I thought.  I was just going to stop by Ferrari and then be right there.”  

“Tell Carlos I said be safe. But come ASAP Maya. I want to introduce you to Johnny.”  

“Yes, Ari.”  I hang up and rush into the red hospitality area of Ferrari.  I stopped on of the staff.  “Is Carlos in his room?”  

He shook his head. “Sorry I think he is already in the garage.”  

“Thanks.  I text him.”  

Maya: Carlos, where are you?  Carlos: sorry carina, they called me to the car sooner that I thought.   Maya: I can’t stop by but good luck today.   Carlos: I’ll see you after, hermosa.  

My heart flutters at the pet names. I shove my phone in my bag when I slam into someone. Big, warm hands grab my arms before I can fall over, and I grab my bag before my laptop hits the ground. A deep voice says. “I’m so sorry.” Its familiar and comforting. 

“It's ok, I wasn’t looking.”  

“Luna?” 

I look up into the ocean blue eyes of Johnny Storm. And clearly, he remembers me.  

Johnny 

Two Years Prior – End of Season Gala 

The gala had been nice. It was nice to celebrate Steve second championship, but it left me a little bitter.  I had come in second again. I tossed back the scotch I had and asked for another.  

“A man like you should be celebrating his achievements not mourning them.” Her voice was light and sweet.  The scent of strawberries and vanilla teased the air around me.  I turned to see a brunette with some of the bluest eyes I had ever seen. With the full moon behind her, it looks like the moon is framing her.  She’s gorgeous and I fight my jaw falling open. I instead, swallow the new drink placed in front of me.  

“Just missing out on being a world champion is a tough pill to swallow.” I lift my glass to her, and she toast me with her champagne. “To you, Luna, for reminding me that I need to keep perspective.” I sip my drink.  

“Luna?” 

I smile. “Yeah, Luna. Bright and inviting, at first glance, but an edge of mystery and darkness that you just want to get to know.”  

She snorts. “Does that work?” 

I play dumb, “does what work?” 

“That line.”  

I shrug. “Dunno. Never tried it.” I take another sip as I take in more of her beauty.  She must be the hottest woman I have seen since Molly.  

“Ok, speed racer, I’ll bite. Why do you think I am mysterious and dark?” 

An errant curl falls in front of her face. I take the stands in my hand and feel how smooth and silty they are before tucking it behind her ear. “Because you’re beautiful, I've never seen you before and I want to stay in your orbit. But I also think that you won’t be giving up your name tonight.” My fingers skim down her neck and I hear her breathing hitch.  

“That’s very presumptuous.” She gives me a smile that make my cock jump in my pants. “And a little true. I don’t usually come to these events, but my boss made all of us attend to celebrate Olivia Rogers take third in the championship.”  

“So, you work for one of the teams? Interesting. Mercedes, I’m guessing since you’re hear celebrating Liv.” She nods. “That's nice.” I see the dancing start. I grimace and turn back to my Luna. “Wanna get out of here?” 

I can’t believe it. Luna. She’s here, technically in my arms as I hold her steady.  She looks up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and just blinks. “Johnny.”  The way she says my name, it's like she was prepared to see me. I set her on her feet, but I stick close to her.  

“Luna, you’re still with Mercedes?”  

She blushes. “Yeah. Wow Johnny, you’re back.” She looks around nervously.  

“Is everything ok?” My awareness is peaked. She looks very nervous to see me. But I feel happy to see another familiar face. Being new to the team is hard and with how the car is handling, I feel lost. I used to be good at this job. I used to be number two.  

Now I’m at the bottom.  

I try to shake off the negativity as I watch as my Luna swishes her ponytail back and forth while she looks for something or someone. “I, well...” she stammers. “I have to tell you something.”  

“Uh, sure, ok.” I rub the back of my neck. “Do you want to go to my driver room? Its private or we can...” 

“Storm!” I turned to see Ari walking over to me. “I see you met our public relations manager.” He wraps an arm around Luna and tugs her close. “This is Maya, one of the best public relation directors in the business.”  

I stare at her for a second and then glance back and forth between them.  Are they dating? Are they married. They look awfully similar.  

“She’s also my sister.”  

Yep, that’s it. I know I can’t hold my shock face. How did I not see it before? They have the same coloring, but while Ari has obviously brown hair, Luna’s is a dark chocolate brown. But there is no mistaking those eyes. “Maya, was it?” I stuck out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”  

I can see the panic in her eyes, but I encourage her to take my hand.  “It's nice to meet you, Johnny.  I have a list of things I wanted to go over with you.  I’m sorry we couldn’t have met sooner.”  

I stick my hand in my pockets. “Yeah, well, i know that there have been so many changes around here.  You’ve had to be on your toes. Right, boss?” 

Ari nods. “Bug getting pregnant and then Cole getting hurt has left a shitstorm on Maya’s desk, but I knew she could handle it.” He kissed the top of her head. “Maya, I set up time for you to run things with me and Johnny after the race and review. I’ll see you after the race, sis. Johnny, you’ve got about half an hour before you need to start prep.”  

I mock salute him before giving him the shaka sign. He shakes his head before walking off.  I turned to Maya.  “This has been interesting,” I tell her.  

“I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you privately before the weekend started but with all the press surrounding Olivia...” 

“Hey, I get it. We never said names, Luna. And I was gone from the sport so there was no reason to find me again after that night.” I rocked on my heels. “Guess I shouldn’t ask you out then, seeing as you’re the boss’s sister and all.” I give her my best cocky grin, even if it's a bit forced. 

She grimaces. “I really hate my brother for telling everyone that I’m off limits. I’m not 12.” She huffs with indignation, and I can’t help but laugh.  But before I can say anything, my phone chimes. I look at it and pale.  

Susie: SOS sorry but I need you for a minute.  

“Sorry, I have to go. See you later Luna.”  I rush out of the garage, trying not to panic.  

I really don’t need this before my first race in two years. 

NEXT

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[youchangedmedestiel]

Dean leaving instruction manuals for Cas in the bunker

Dean knows Cas is good at following orders, because Cas told him how he easily managed to build Jack’s crib when Kelly was about to give birth. Dean saw how satisfied and useful he seemed when he told him this story.

So now, in the bunker, Dean lets instruction manuals near every objects that needs it. It started with the coffee machine, because Cas likes making coffee for them in the morning. And that just makes Dean smile early in the day to know that Cas felt useful and enjoyed doing that for them. At first, Sam complained about having manuals spread everywhere, but he has to admit he kind of likes having his coffee ready when he gets up or comes back from a run, so he just stopped.

He complained because it’s not only for the coffee machine now. The instruction manual for the TV rests constantly on the furniture where it is settled in the Dean Cave, in case they are out on a hunt and Cas wants to watch some Netflix. In the library, Dean wrote down multiple instructions for Cas when he uses Dean’s computer for different purposes. And now it covers at least half of a table. There is one on how to research for a case, another to track security footage in case they disappear and also one on how not to watch Dean’s porn. This ended up useful for Jack too, even for Dean once when he was still drunk from the previous night and Cas wasn’t there to make coffee.

[supernovasilence]

Thinking about how the books introduce us to Narnia as this vibrant, beautiful land and then make us watch it die piece by piece. If you read in publication order you start with Narnia a place of wonder and magic even under the Witch's power and then the Pevensies save it and we get "the Golden Age" and Narnia is really something; if you read chronologically you start with Aslan making Narnia and everything so full of life and song that trees grow from everything that touches the earth and people laugh to be the butt of a joke because they (and everyone else) have never heard a joke before in the history of the world and jokes are fun! And then you read LWW and get to see what Narnia has grown into and get the Golden Age.

And then you read about a Narnia where people are in hiding and magic is a legend (even under Jadis, there was magic) and Cair Paravel is in ruins and lions and beavers are extinct. Cair Paravel can be rebuilt but lions and beavers can't be revived. The characters restore Narnia but it will never be quite what it was. It will never be another Golden Age.

We watch Caspian, boy hero of the last two books, die, grieving and broken and old before his time. Narnia is saved again and it's time for a coronation, just like in MN, LWW, and PC! Yay! Except this coronation will happen alongside a funeral. Underneath Narnia swims a dead kingdom and caves full of monsters waiting for the end of the world. Remember children, all things die.

The next time we open a book, we become the Pevensies, returning to Narnia to find centuries have passed and our magical home has become warlike and worn. Aslan has not been seen in ages; guard towers have been built around Narnia's borders for the many battles. Where are the clearings full of moonlight dances that Mr. Tumnus spoke about, back at the beginning? Tirian assures us Narnia is like that, in times of peace, only visitors from Earth tend to be brought over when Narnia is in trouble. We will not see it. Narnia was like that; good and beautiful and wonderful things did happen. Narnia is death. There will be no after the battle this time, no awakening land or Golden Age after cruelty is stopped. Cruelty and war have seeped into Narnia itself. Guard towers must be built: not a temporary war, but long term militarism. People turn on one another. Everyone dies. Narnia dies.

"I saw it begin," says Digory/the Professor. "I did not think I would live to see it die." Neither did we.

"I did hope that it might go on forever," says Jill. It could have. This is a story. Turns out it's a tragedy.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost praised soap for every bottle he grabbed but when he tried to return the favour at the prison it was all, “keep it tactical, sergeant,” man really can’t handle praise

[papayafiles]

sometimes it feels like max exists in a different universe from the rest of us because wdym you think oscar is driving slowly on purpose to help his teammate. did you just watch the same race we did. it must be nice existing in a team with such a clear 1-2 dynamic when you’re fighting for the wdc where your teammate Will actually compromise their own race in any way possible to help you but unfortunately this isn’t checo perez in a red bull it’s oscar piastri in a mclaren