#have this little something while we wait for quali���

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hello beloved I hope your shoulder surgery goes well!!! as a little distraction can I please ask for a franco colapinto x driver!reader, enemies to lovers? love u and thinking of u always xoxo

· · · · ♡ BOOM, CRASH! (fc43)

… starring franco colapinto x f!driver!reader ... 2.4k words ... in which you get into a nasty crash, and the first person to visit you in the hospital is the last guy you'd ever imagined being worried about you. ... warnings for crash, hospital, injuries, blood, nothing too graphic i think! reader is a bit of a bully tbhh but it is a cutthroat sport 😌 ... if you haven't noticed already, these are all very self-indulgent for me, and this is no exception.

Ironically, the last words you remember telling Franco Colapinto before you barrel into the wall at turn 12 were “Don't crash it.”

“What?”

“Don't crash it,” you repeat pointedly. “Logan wasn't exactly irreproachable in that regard. Budget cap's drawing closer.”

Your smile is wide but dulcet, not quite reaching your eyes, and your teeth are sharp and gritted. To any inopportune cameras that would be pointed at you right now, you only look like a well-meaning driver giving your rookie teammate advice before his second-ever F1 race... but neither you nor Franco miss the electricity crackling in the hallway outside the driver rooms.

“What makes you think I'm gonna crash it?" the Argentinian bites back, all fluttering eyelashes and wolfish smile. Unfazed, as always. Grinds your gears like little else can. "If anything, you be careful to not crash into me. Since I'm starting ahead on the grid and all.”

“Right, I forget it's your first time in Baku. You'll see what I mean soon enough, anyway.”

Your steps lead you down the hallway and to the garages mechanically, a path you've taken dozens of times, wearing different colored suits, following behind different teammates in stride. And this year's Williams blue would've suited you perfectly... if it didn't come attached with the pretentious goofball traipsing behind you.

You don't even bother looking back when you speak again. You raise your chin and brace yourself for the artificial lights of the pitlane.

“Good luck, or whatever.”

“It wouldn't kill you to be nice, you know?”

“Wouldn't kill you to know your place.”

The door handle creaks beneath your gloved hand, drowning out whatever it is Franco mutters in Spanish on the other end of the hall—”re amargada la piba esta” he mumbles to no one but himself—, and at last you are safe, at peace in the nervous bustle of a garage entirely devoted to you.

Sure, getting a new teammate midseason is a tough predicament to find oneself in: a whole new dynamic to establish, a whole routine to fall into. And newbies always get the chance to make good first impressions; not the girl who’s been sitting in the car for two years. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t mind it—Carlos Sainz will be snatching your first driver privileges next year anyway—but it would be easier to comply if the aforementioned new teammate wasn’t an annoying pain in the ass, flirting and laughing his way through the paddock with that detached nonchalance that believes everyone must be wrapped around his finger, and then having the gall to outqualify you on one of your favorite circuits. On his first-ever time there!

So yes, maybe it’s your ego taking up too much space in the tight cockpit of your Williams, obscuring your vision. Maybe it’s the disastrous grip you’ve reported twice now on the radio—Okay, Y/N, we heard that and we’ll get back to you.

Whatever it is, somewhere around lap 20, your car oversteers into a wide spin right as you enter the rapid turn. The steering wheel snaps out of your hands, and it’s like a giant strangles you with all its might for a blink of an eye, barely even a second.

You only know you’ve hit the wall—hard—from the ringing in your ears and soreness of your jaw. What used to be your front right tire lies in front of your smashed wing, rubber and carbon scattered pitifully. Your finger shakes when you lift it and press the radio button.

“I’m OK… I think.”

A flash of red catches the corner of your eye. You’re not sure if it’s from the flag being waved outside of track limits, a Haas zooming past in the corner, or… it’s hot, and viscous on your eyebrow, dripping into your eyes. You bring your hand to your forehead, where your helmet is crushed inward, just above your left eye. Smashed into your forehead.

Then everything kind of blurs together. You vaguely feel someone helping you out of the wreckage, their distant yapping about concussion symptoms not helping your light-headedness at all. You think you slip out of consciousness for the first time then, on the track still, because your next memory is of an ambulance—or what you assume to be an ambulance, you’ve never ridden in one before, and you even think to yourself this new procedure is pretty excessive from the FIA, the medical car was quite sufficient—and then it’s back to nothingness until you wake up for good on a stretcher, hooked to some sort of medical tube—perfusion?—as you’re being ushered into a quiet hospital room.

The nurse who visits you is sweet, filling in the blanks in slow, accented English. The gash to your forehead is pretty deep, but nothing the surgeon doesn’t see at least once a week! (At that, you lift a groggy hand above your brow bone, where you feel a thick bandage.) A few stitches later and you’re good as new, though the blood loss and concussion combined left you pretty weak, and justify keeping you in observation for the night. It’s just protocol, you’re probably used to hospital visits in that line of work of yours, she jokes—and you know you’ve recovered almost all your mental acuity because you get offended at that. No, you don’t usually crash. In fact, you haven’t all season…

And it had to be today of all days, in Baku… after you told Franco to not crash it.

When the nurse leaves the room with the promise she’ll be back in an hour, you let out a long, dreary sigh. Fernando Alonso’s grainy voice over the radio comes to mind. ¡Karma!

Night falls quickly outside your window with nothing to kill time but your phone. After catching up on the race results—somehow you’re too exhausted to feel irritated at Colapinto’s points finish—and posting a reassuring Instagram story for your followers, you’re left to the mercy of your ruminating thoughts. Sleep is impossible to catch; the adrenaline of the race hasn’t worn off yet, and you’ve been knocked out so long now you’re desperate to leave this stretcher.

You’ve just about decided to call the nurse for an early discharge when a shadow appears behind the door’s little windowpane, hesitates for a second, and then knocks. Medical personnel wouldn’t bother; it’s probably your family, or maybe even Vowles, or…

“Hey, how… che, estás hecha mierda.”

You tense immediately when you catch the brown waves of hair and unmistakable accent as Franco walks into your hospital room. He looks genuinely stumped, like he hadn’t expected to see you in such bad condition, so much so he forgets to shut the door behind him.

For some reason, the sight endears you. Makes you want to take him in your arms, feel his realness in this hallucinatory evening. What a ridiculous thought!

“Stop it with the Spanish,” you protest, devoid of your usual fire however. “Maybe it works on your fangirls, but not on me.”

“I said you look like shit.”

“Oh.” You look him straight in the eye, the silliness of the situation dawning on you, and against all odds you start to laugh. A real laugh, more than a chuckle, one that sends phantom pains stabbing through your sore abdomen. “Well if that’s all you’re gonna say, you can stick to Spanish! I don’t want to hear it.”

What did the nurse say about the anesthesia’s side effects? Do they include feeling a little glad and relieved to see your detested teammate? To know he’s the first person to check up on you?

Whatever the reason, you’re laughing, absurdly, and so is Franco, chuckling to himself as he closes the door and drags a chair closer to your bed. His eyes crinkle like a little kid’s, and that’s when you notice his disheveled appearance. Cheeks a little flushed, hair tousled like he’s just run a marathon, he’s wearing a crumpled-up Williams shirt, no doubt the first thing he could get his hands on after the race. It hits you then that he’s probably just off media duties, and the fact he’s alone, with no team delegation in tow, indicates he left early. Just to get to you. To make sure you were alright.

You are a competitor, but you aren’t a monster. The idea Franco couldn’t be bothered to wait for James, or anyone else, tugs at your heartstrings.

“Thank God you told me not to crash it, huh?” he teases between chuckles.

“Shut up.”

“Careful, Y/N, the budget cap is coming for you,” he wiggles his fingers over your face like a looming ghost.

You turn your head away to face the wall, huffing in exasperation, but a throbbing pain traverses your skull, and you wince. Franco’s eyes darken, smile fading into a grave expression.

You rarely see him like this outside of the helmet. It’s novel, but it’s welcome. Almost attractive, in a way.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I… My helmet smashed into my forehead. I was bleeding pretty bad, apparently, they had to stitch me up. I got concussed too. Aren’t helmets supposed to absorb these hits?”

“Concussed?” he repeats, and holds out his hand in a peace sign. “How many fingers?”

You stick out your tongue at the Argentinian, flipping him the bird.

“And now?”

“Ah, come on, don’t be so mean,” Franco chuckles, scooting a little closer to your stretcher with his chair. Unfazed, as always. But this time it doesn’t peeve you; you’re rather thankful for his cheeky banter, actually. For a moment, in the blur of cold white lights and carbon fiber debris, you’d started to fear you could lose it for good. “We were just starting to become friends!”

“That’s because I’m concussed. I don’t want to be friends with you, we’re rivals.”

“Well the whole rivals thing isn’t working very well for you lately. Maybe you’re better off being friends with me.”

You roll your eyes, but the gnawing anxiety that roars in your stomach whenever someone pits you against the rookie stays quiet for once. Perhaps you’re still under the influence of the tranquilizers… or perhaps those brown eyes holding you in their light, tender in a way you’ve never seen them before, make it harder to get mad at him.

“I’ll consider it.”

And you don’t mean it just yet, but you don’t don’t mean it. What do you even hate Franco Colapinto for? Stealing the spotlight from you just two weeks into his career? Flirting with every living being on the paddock except you? Or forcing you to up your game and face your fears?

A stabbing pain crushes your skull all of a sudden, and you shut your eyes, teeth gritted and muscles taut, to try and breathe it out… to no avail. When you open your eyes, Franco is staring at you, brows furrowed in that same serious, concerned expression that sends a wholly different type of pins and needles through your body.

“Everything alright?”

“No… The painkillers. I need another ketoprofen,” you whine, squinting your eyes against the harsh hospital lightning.

“Should I call the nurse?”

“No, they’re on the table over there,” you gesture blindly. “There’s a glass too.”

Only sounds inform you of what’s going on once you close your eyes, faint lights and colors barely piercing through your eyelids. The rustling of fabric, then someone fumbling with cardboard and pills, your sink opening, and then cautious footsteps stopping at the edge of your bed.

“Here.”

You take the pill between weak fingers and fight with all your might to sit up straight in the bed without moving your head… but the soreness and exhaustion from the race and surgery overpower you. So much for neck strength.

“I can’t,” you huff out in defeat. “I can’t tilt my head.”

“It’s okay. Take the pill,” Franco orders softly, and you put the drug on your tongue, too tired to raise the outrage of him bossing you around.

Slowly, carefully, Franco brings the rim of the glass to your lips, and you drink all that you can, training your attention on the medication going down your throat—and not on your teammate’s intense gaze fixed on your mouth, nor the proximity of your bodies or his slightly ragged breath.

“Thank you,” you exhale when you’re done.

Luckily for him, he has his back turned to you when you speak, setting the empty glass down on the table, so you don’t notice his bashful smile. He’s never heard you so docile, affable, even, and though he likes it when you bite back… it feels great, too, to know there is a way to pierce that armor of yours.

“Franco,” you call out to him, neither of you missing how this is one of the first times you’ve called him by his first name. “Do you mind… staying? Just until James or someone else gets here. It gets so boring.”

He spins on his heels in disbelief, scrutinizing you in search of mockery, or irony, or your usual callousness… but all he reads is earnest and the slightest hint of embarrassment, all he sees is your outstretched hand. So he brushes it with his, not daring to hold it purposefully just yet. Like he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome into your bubble.

“Yeah, sure. But only so you won’t get bored.”

“Of course,” you smile faintly as he sits back down on his chair. Your eyes meet in newfound amusement, maybe even temporary fondness. “Don’t go around thinking I like you.”

“Me? I would never. We’re rivals.”

You give a small appreciative nod, and after some instants of silence, clear your throat and ask him to recount the end of the race. Just as you expected, his storytelling is dramatic and entertaining, interspersed with words he doesn’t remember how to say in English and the unmissable zest of grid gossip Franco always brings to his tales. You chuckle, gasp, and pester even, as much as you can with your aching skull and limbs… and barely notice the minutes ticking by, or how you wish the rest of your team would never show up, your distaste for Franco slaking.

Maybe you can be persuaded into liking his presence, after all. So long as he stays out of the car, though… and remains your personal nurse.

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hi! i really love your stories. could you write a oscar x lily x reader or charles x alexandra x reader where the reader is pregnant and they’re so protective of her and it’s just really fluffy and adorable? have a good day xx

Oscar Piastri x Lily Zneimer x pregnant! Reader

Written and mini SMAUs

AN - Tried something new! I hope you guys like it!

TW - There isn't any?

WC - 2.5K

Oscar’s Insta story

youruser: I still can't believe it!

landonorris: Now why am I finding out Y/N's having a girl with the rest of the world?

oscarpiastri: well you at least knew she was pregnant...

user1: I can't believe this

user2: I love knowing Oscar will be outnumbered by his girls

zabrownceo: I already have a pink version of our Mclaren merch being made for her!

lilyzneimer: Oscar, please get home. Y/N is crying for you

oscarpiastri: tell her I'm 15 minutes out and will be home. It took me longer at the MTC than I planned

Y/N POV

Its been a couple months since Oscar announced my pregnancy and since then they've only gotten more and more protective of me. Oscar has been late on multiple occasions because he refused to leave the house until someone was with me. He was worried something would happen if I was alone even if it was only a few minutes.

"Oscar, love, please get in the car," I tell him softly while rubbing the back of his neck with my nails.

"Lily will be back in a minute, I can wait," Oscar tells me softly making a me shake my head.

"Oscar Jack quali is going to start in a minute, get in the car," I tells him sternly while pulling him in for a quick hug and kissing his shoulder since he was fully dressed and had his helmet on for quali.

"There not gonna let me come back if you keep being late," I tell him softly before pushing him towards the car. It doesn't work because he stays standing in his spot just waiting.

"Sorry, I got a little lost coming back. I wanted to grab a muffin and some veggies for Y/N. She hasn't eaten anything today," Lily says out of breath coming back into the garage with a few snacks in her hand.

"Perfect! Oscar get in the car," I tell him before walking towards Lily where she takes my hand in hers and pulls me towards the back of the garage where we can stand and she starts showering me with snacks and words of affection.

"Lils do you think there's somewhere we can sit down for a couple minutes?" I ask softly feeling the fatigue start to take over my body slightly.

One of the engineers observing the session must have heard me because he quickly stands up and hands me the hand he was sitting in.

"Here you go," He tells me softly while walking back to stand near where he was once standing.

"What the fuck was that?" I whisper softly while sitting down in the little fold up chair I was just handed.

Lily just shrugs her shoulders while offering me a water bottle making me shake my head no softly.

Time Skip

Now being 37 weeks pregnant I am no longer able to travel with Oscar which has resulted in Lily staying back from the rest of the races as well.

"Lily I feel like I look like a fucking whale," I announce while coming out of the bathroom in a pair of Oscar's boxers and a random big shirt I found in the dresser.

"Y/N! Don't talk about yourself like that," I hear Oscar say sternly through the phone making me grimance slightly.

"Osc its true. I can't even fit in your clothes anymore. I need her to just be here now," I tell him softly while climbing into bed and curling into Lily's side while looking at a flushed face Oscar.

"How was the session?" I ask changing the subject quickly.

"It was fine, we got a lot of good data for the race and She will be here soon. In the meantime I need you to keep staying hydrated, fed and well rested. You look absolutely stunning pregnant," Oscar tells me making me smile softly.

"She must know her daddy is near cause she's quite active right now," Lily says with a smile with touching the spot our daughter has been kicking at.

"I think she might be a footie player cause, I'm pretty sure I've taken some goal winning kicks to the ribs," I say softly while making Oscar smile and laugh softly.

"Oh! Is that Y/N and Lily?" I hear Lando call out while coming into Oscar's drivers rooms before popping his head into the frame.

"Y/N you're glowly! I can't wait to meet Miss. Piastri-L/N-Zneimer, man she's gonna have a long name," Lando says making Lily and I laugh softly.

"Thanks Lando, and I'm sure she's excited to meet her weird uncle too," I tell him softly making his face light up.

"I hope you're having fun doing what Oscar complains about not being able to do," Lando tells Lily referring to her being able to take care of me everyday.

"I try not to rub it in too much. But I love it," Lily replies making Oscar roll his eyes knowing damn well Lily loves rubbing it in. Our group chat has mostly consisted of all the things I do throughout the day that Lily gets to help me with.

"Alright I have a debrief with the team now, but I love you two and I'll be home soon for winter break and then our little love with be here in no time," Oscar says with a smile making both Lily and I smile before hanging up the phone.

I cuddle into her side further while she rubs my quite large bump.

"What happens if she doesn't wait until after Abu Dhabi?" I ask softly finally letting my major anxiety seep through.

"She will! You see how much she already loves her dad and I'm sure she'll wait," Lily tells me softly while rubbing the stop where our daughter was currently kicking.

"I need Osc there but I really can't wait till my ribs are no longer being abused," I joke making Lily smile before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lip.

"I'm excited to meet her," Lily tells me softly while still rubbing my bump.

"Me too, I hope she has Oscar's eyes," I admit softly making her smile and nod her head.

Time Skip - 39 weeks pregnant

I'm walking around the grocery store in Monaco by myself after having snuck out when Lily and Oscar fell asleep for a nap.

"Y/N what the fuck," Lily said storming her way towards me making me stop in my tracks.

"What?" I fray innocence but seeing Oscar and Lily's face my heart breaks a little just seeing how worried they were.

"Why did you just leave?" Oscar asks quickly taking the small basket out of my hand and pulling me to his side so he can walk with me.

"I was making dinner and realized we were missing a few things, and besides I didn't want to wake either of you guys up so I snuck out," I smile brightly trying to down play the situation.

"Love, it's not like you're a burden, we want to be with you! What happens if your water broke or you got hurt?" Lily rambles pulling me into her.

"I'm sorry, I just felt useless lately and I thought you guys having some time together would be okay," I tell them softly making Oscar shake his head.

"You haven't been useless. You have been carrying our child for the last 9 months," Oscar tells me while walking with me around the store.

"I just need milk and then we can check out," I tell them softly.

"How did you even get here?" Lily asks realizing I hadn't been behind a wheel since the moment they found out I was pregnant.

"I took the Range Rover," I give them a smile trying to ease the blow.

"You drove?" Lily's voice rises slightly in shock making me laugh and nod my head.

"It was nothing," I tell them while grabbing the milk and heading to check out.

When I go to pay Oscar taps his phone before I get a chance making me glare at him.

"Ooo! Your mom look is already perfected," Oscar teasingly says while grabbing the grocery bags and moving quickly away from Lily as she just flicked him.

"Gonna put you in the damn corner when we get home," I mumble while walking towards the car.

I go to climb into the drivers seat making Oscar quickly pull me out and walk around the car before placing me in the passenger seat and buckling me in.

"Really," I tell him while staring at him as he climbs into the drivers seat and passing Lily the keys to the Mclaren so she could drive home.

"I'll see you guys at home," Lily says while placing a kiss on Oscars cheek and walking to the other side to give me a quick kiss.

When we get home I quickly finish making dinner. As we are wrapping up eating I go to stand up when all the sudden I felt a rush of liquid between my thighs.

"Um..." I say softly but Oscar and Lily are already on the move after hearing the splashing hit the floor.

Oscar quickly comes in with towels throwing them on the ground quickly while Lily is already by the door with the hospital bags ready.

"I can already feel the contractions," I say softly gasping at the sudden shooting pain coursing through me.

"Okay, lets go," Oscar says quickly while pulling me to his side and walking us towards Lily who quickly takes my hand in hers and walks us towards the car.

I climb into the back seat while Oscar takes the drivers seat and Lily the middle seat next to me since the car seat is also in the back seat.

"I'm scared," I admit softly making Lily squeeze my hand and Oscar look at me through the review mirror.

"You're Gonna do amazing baby," Oscar tells me softly while I start my breathing exercises through my contractions.

When we get to the birthing center I picked Oscar quickly gets out and helps me out while one of my nurses comes out with a wheel chair and a bright smile.

"Are we ready to meet baby girl?" She asks softly while Oscar helps me out of the car and into the wheel chair. I nod my head softly while holding my stomach a bit tighter.

I knew I wanted an all natural birth so Oscar and Lily helped me research the best birthing center close to us and found one that is known for the smoothest all natural and water births.

It only took me an hour before I was itching to get into the tub. I knew I was only 6 centimeters dilated but I needed some kind of relief which quickly had Lily getting into her swimsuit and helping me into the tub.

I relax my back into Lily's chest while Oscar sits next to the edge of the tub. The nurses and doctor have come in every 30 minutes to check my vitals.

"Can I ask something?" A nurse we hadn't met before comes in.

I nodded softly.

"Are you a surrogate or?" She asks clearly confused but instead of laughing like I normally do I get angry. Between the pain and hormones the things that used to make me laugh only piss me off now.

"No! I'm dating both of them, now please leave," I snap but quickly lower my voice not wanting to upset Oscar or Lily for being too bitchy.

"So, I'm sure you are new, but we have made it extremely clear to the whole facitlity that we were a couple and Y/N was our girlfriend, so I'm gonna kindly ask you to grab a new nurse," Oscar tells the nurse making me smile softly.

"II'm really sorry, I've never- I'm gonna go get a new nurse," she says softly before turning around and leaving the room with her tail between her legs.

"I'm sorry if I sounded like a bitch," I say softly making Oscar shake his head.

"You could have screamed at her for all I cared. This is your birth, you deserve to be comfortable and if being asked about our relationship isn't making you comfortable then she doesn't need to be in here," Lily tells me softly pulling me into her arms a little closer.

The rest of the birth process was smooth. I stayed in the water as much as I could and when I finally started pushing they let both Oscar and Lily into the water with me. Oscar caught our daughter while Lily was able to cut the umbilical cord. I was glad they each got a part of being involved.

"You're gonna hate me, but I wanted to let you know that I called Lando to clean up the mess from your water breaking," Oscar tells me timidly while I hold our daughter in my arms.

"Oscar," I tell him flatly. I knew he waited until she was here in my arms before telling me because he knew I'd be too happy to stay mad.

"Look, I wanted her to come home to a clean house. Lando said it wasn't the worst thing in the world," Oscar tells me making me shake my head and laugh softly.

"I have no idea how you convinced him to do that. He doesn't even like fish," I shake my head laughing knowing both Lily and I have been called red flags because we are both pescatarian.

"I told him if we where in the same situation next season with him fighting for the WDC I'd do better about helping him," Oscar tells me making me shake my head.

"I'm more mad about that," I tell him making Lily laugh softly and take our daughter into her arms.

"I figured you would be," Oscar tells me while climbing into the little bed with me and placing a kiss on my forehead.

"You did amazing. I'm so proud of you," Oscar tells me making me smile softly.

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oscarpiastri So I'm a dad... This off season has been the best time of my life. I have never been more in love than watching Y/N give birth to our daughter and watching her and Lily become the best mum's in the world.

Charlotte Nicole Piastri I am forever thankful to have you as my daughter.

landonorris she's quite literally the cutest human around

nicolepiastri I would normally be offended that I'm not the best mum but watching Y/N and Lily with Lottie I can't help but agree

youruser Osc! I'm crying this is so sweet!

lilyzneimer Love you Oscar! Watching Y/N give birth gave me so much pride to call her mine.

mclaren I hope she loves her new wardrobe!

zakbrownceo I hope you bring her to the MTC again soon! I've never seen Lando so happy to be at work

landonorris catching strays

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racing hearts → op81

oscar piastri x plus size!fem reader

genre: drivers room smut, established relationship

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (male receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 2.7k

song: cupid's chokehold- gym class heroes

sidenote: hi everyone! finally the new fic is here and it's an oscar one! please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic because i don't have a plan for the next one haha. also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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Silvertone made you nervous, don't get me wrong, all of Oscars races made you incredibly nervous but it wasn't often you were in the paddock watching in person. He was doing good, no matter how he did you were always proud of him, but it was nice to hear him over the radio sounding happy. Your nerves got the best of you, and you found yourself shaking your leg and biting your nails, before it got worse you decided a little walk around the paddock would be calming. 

You and Oscar had been dating a little over two years, and those two years had been amazing. You remember his year as a reserve driver and all the hesitation that he felt. You remember when he first got word about getting a spot in f1 and the tears of joy that fell down your face when he told you. You remember every big and little moment that has impacted your relationship. 

Before dating, you guys were friends, you were getting your masters degree in London and happened to be friends with one of his friends. Everything kinda felt like fate, when you first met him you had been so shy, of course you had heard about the hot shot f2 driver, and of course you had been nervous. A part of this nervousness and shyness you felt was because you were worried how he would react to you being a bigger girl. 

To your surprise Oscar was amazing to you. And over the next couple of moments as he was pursuing you, he did not shy away from being affectionate.

You would like to say the rest was history but it wasn't, that your relationship had its ups and downs. Oscar wanted to go public with your relationship, it was you who had told him we should hold off. You knew how people would react and this was his first year in f1, you didn't want to add to that stress. People would bombard him on his social media posts, interviews would ask questions, you couldn't do that to him. After all he's worked for. Truth be told you would like to show your affection to Oscar in public, to be able to hold and kiss him after a good quali or a podium, but you knew how mean the internet could be and you couldn't do that to him or yourself.

The sound of the cars pull you out of your trace and you figure it was time to head back to the garage and watch. You felt a pit in your stomach, he was doing good, and only a few laps left but anything could happen. With the final lap you see he finished 4th, you were extremely happy for him. But in the back of your mind, you knew Oscar would be mad. Mad that he was so close to a podium. Despite that you couldn’t wait to hug and congratulate him. 

The garage was crowded, roars and screams echoed in your ears. The team was proud of their 2nd and 4th finish. And while no one knew why you were there or your intentions, you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of both boys. 

You knew it would take Oscar a while to finish his debriefing, post race interviews, and just overall navigating the garage. You took it upon yourself to sneak into his drivers room and wait until he’s done. Walking in see a small picture of you and him nestled away near his backpack.

A sudden jolt of possessiveness, and just overall happiness rings through you. At the end of the day you couldn’t believe Oscar and you were together. He was the most amazing, caring and loving person you could’ve ever imagined to have. You knew you had to do something when he came into the room to cheer him up because, even though fourth place was an incredible finish, Oscar always thrived for more. 

You make yourself comfortable, slipping off your shoes and putting your hair in a ponytail. You looked through the tiny closet that was in the drivers room, where he said he would leave a larger hoodie for you to wear after the race if it was cold. It was the little things like this that made you love him even more. While you weren’t the type of girl who could wear his hoodies or shirts because they were too small on you. He made the extra effort to give you what you wanted. 

While waiting, you came up with the most amazing idea, you and Oscar had a pretty active sex life. You were both young, what could you say? it was always pretty difficult during practice days and qualities to find time alone with each other but today you decided you were going to plan something special. 

You found yourself getting excited at the idea, crossing your legs you try to create some friction to hold yourself off until Oscar gets into the room, but luck was not on your side today, and it took two more hours until Oscar finally entered the room, looking exhausted, flushed and sweaty. 

His hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. Just how you liked it when his hair was down. His pretty eyes sparkled at you, but through his smile, you could tell he was disappointed and sad.

“Hi baby, how was debrief?” you questioned

“Same old, same old just took longer to get out because they wanted to strategize on how we can get a one-two next race. Are you ready to go? I’m exhausted, starving and I need to shower desperately.”

Before you can nod, you remember the plan you had made a couple hours earlier. He might be too tired to do anything, but all you can do is try.

“Why don’t you sit down for a minute Osc, we can get you changed out of your fireproofs, and wait a little while traffic is still dying down. Here let me order us some food to be delivered back to the hotel for later on” 

You quickly get on your phone and order his favorite post race meal, a chicken burger with sweet potato fries. You opt out and get yourself something different. After placing your order, you start to grab his change of clothes that he brought with him. When you are face to face in front of him, you see Oscar looking up at you with the most fondest eyes, and quiet smile. 

Oscar wasn’t the most romantic person in the world, but just by existing he made up for it. Nonetheless he never strayed away from complimenting you.

“Have I told you, you are the best girlfriend in the world, you take such good care of me”

“You’ve said it once or twice but I wouldn’t mind hearing it more” you wink as you slowly start to take off his undershirt. You take the liberty to also take off his pants, so you kneel down in front of him and start to pull off his boots one by one. This felt extremely intimate and it left you with a flushed feeling.  

You gesture him to lift his hips so you could pull off the remaining part of his fireproofs that were pooled loosely around his waist. Once he does this you shimmy them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“You did so good today baby” you said while rubbing your hands up and down the tops of his thighs.

“You raced so well. You don’t know how proud I am of you. My rookie, my baby, you are so perfect Osc, my one and only”

You see a tint of red cover his cheeks and nose. This was something you guys have been experimenting more with, you being dominant. You weren’t gonna do that today. Tonight you just wanted to let him know how good he was. You slowly see a tent pop up in his boxers

“Oh my, my, Oscar what’s this, do you like hearing how good you are? Well you are, you are so good” 

Instead of replying, Oscar tries to hide his face with his forearm. That just won’t do.

“Oh no no no, don’t hide yourself from me, isn’t that what you always tell me”

He slowly removes his forearm to look down at you. 

“Baby can I please suck you off, want to show you how proud I am”

He nods his head yes and lets out a tiny please. 

That’s all you needed to hear before you slide his boxers off. His pretty pink cock springs free, red at the tip, angry looking and dripping. Oscar had the prettiest cock you had ever seen, to be fair you had only seen a couple in your life but his was so pretty. Average in length, maybe a bit below, but thick, pale with a pink tinge to it. Oscar left things pretty natural in the hair department but that never bothered you. Everything about him just made sense. 

Your mouth instantly drools at the sight of it, laying across his tummy. You spit in your right hand and grasp it at the base, and slowly drag your hand up his shaft. You look up to see Oscar’s eyes slowly flutter close. A tiny breath leaves his mouth. You decided now was the time to praise him some more.

“You have such a pretty cock Oscar, fucks me so well, fills me up in the best way possible. No one has ever made me come the way you do, you take such good care of me, let me do the same for you”

With that you bring your head down to softly lick the head, swirling your tongue around the tip, you dip your head down and lick a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and fully take the head into your mouth. 

Oscar’s hands were gripping the couch as hard as he could, trying to keep the moans at a minimum, the driver room walls were very thin. Oscar was usually on the quieter side, but you don’t know what possessed you to say this.

“Don’t hold back, be loud love, I want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel, want everyone to know I’m in here worshiping your cock”

“Fuck y/n you have such a dirty mouth” he whined. 

You giggled and brought your cheek down to nestle his cock. Grabbing it firmly you slap it against your face leaving a slight sting. You couldn’t help but look up at him as you did this, he was staring down at you, mouth agape. 

“I left your cheek all red” he muttered, you could sense he felt a little bad because of it. You couldn’t have that.

“Good, want us to walk out here knowing just what we did” and even though you know when you walked out people would think you were a McLaren worker because of your outfit, you couldn’t help but feel excited walking out into the world knowing you had just done what you did with thee Oscar Piastri. 

Oscar is fully back in your mouth again, hash breaths and tiny moans are coming from the man above you. Bobbing your head up and down you try your best to fully take his entire length. It was hand because he was stretching your mouth so wide with his thickness. You focus your tongue at the head, swirling and moving your tongue back and forth at the spot the connects the tip to the base. That brings out the biggest moan from him. You immediately look up to see his eyes are shut close and his lip looks like it’s about to start bleeding from how hard he’s biting it.

Continuing to focus on the head, you bring your hand down to his balls and cup them. You softly rub and massage them. You knew once you did this Oscar would finish soon.

“Want you to fuck my mouth, want to feel it for days after you leave London, want to remember how good you fuck my throat” you say to him with eyes that were begging.

“Are you sure baby? Don’t want to hurt you”

“If you hurt me I’ll slap your thigh, but trust me I want this”

He nods and grabs the back of your head to place you back on his cock. He starts slow, hand loosely grabbing the back of your head, guiding you softly. You try to relax your throat, because soon he starts to pick up his pace. Instead of the soft hold, he is harshly grabbing your hair, using it to move you up and down. You do your best to still use your tongue despite Oscar moving you at a very fast pace. 

“Fuck I’m gonna come soon” he whispers

You knew he was close to the edge by the way the thick vein on the underside of his cock was throbbing. You look up at him the best as you could and nod, hoping he got the message to finish in your mouth. In all honesty, you wanted him to come all over your face but you still had to walk through the paddock to his car. 

His hips start to stutter and he stops moving your head, arms fallen to his side. He lets out a loud groan and you feel the warm white liquid flood your mouth. You swallow and open your mouth to show him. He also groans at this, cupping your face he bring you up to connect you both in a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, no tongue, nothing crazy, just sweet.

You smile at him and stand up, you know you are drenched but you didnt want to do anything else in this room. Oscar may be able to be quite, but there so guarantee with you.

“Want me to eat you out” Oscar asked with his face in your neck as you sat next to him. 

“No, you can fuck me later if you are up for it, but we should be going soon, the food is probably going to be delivered before we get there”

He nods “Where did you learn to talk like that” Oscar asks as he puts on his new pair of boxers.

“I don’t know what you mean, I was just speaking the truth” you wink.

He gives you a uhhuh look and continues to get dressed. You look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t completely look disheveled. The slight redness on your cheek was still there but you wanted that. You dug in Oscar’s bag for a piece of gum and popped it in your mouth. You both get ready in silence. As you are about to leave you stop him.

“You do know I am genuinely proud of you, and I can’t wait to see how much you grow and succeed, I love you.” You say and kiss his cheek. 

“I love you too, you are the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend ever, I can’t wait for people know you are mine”

Something overcame you. You grab his hand and nod, if someone finds out and spreads it, you could care less. You were tired of hiding this. You see the smile and lead the way out of the drivers room.

Hand in hand you both walked down the paddock, you were proud of your boyfriend. No more being scared. He deserves this and more. His hand was warm and you knew everything was right. You had no doubt in your mind that next season you would both be back here but celebrating a podium instead. 

♡♡♡♡

[cllightning81]

Panic - Part Four

Series Title : Younger Sister

Summary : Carlos is out ill and while Lando worries about him Ollie appears at your hotel room stressing because he now has to race

Pairing/s : Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 2.1k

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It had been a couple of months since the British Grand Prix, and it was now the Hungary Grand Prix. Staying in a hotel room with Lando had become normal, and you stopped bothering about it because, actually, it was nice. Having someone to talk to at all times but also knew that quiet was a good thing. Not only that, but both you and Lando had the same energy levels, which meant there was always something chaotic going on in that room. 

Lando had left a little early so that he could go to the gym before coming back to get you before finally going to the paddock so you were sat scrolling on social media waiting for Lando to get back when there was a knock on the door making you wander over to it as whoever was waiting on the other side kept knocking. Looking through the peephole, Ollie was standing on the other side, so obviously, you opened the door 

“Ollie are you okay?” You asked, looking him up and down for any visible injuries as he walked past you into the hotel room, obviously finding it extremely hard to stay still 

“My parents' flight is delayed. I flew out with Ferrari cause I can but it’s delayed and I’m racing and there’s no one in the garage for me and I don’t know what to do cause its my first ever F1 race and I’ve only ever done practice and help” He rushed out and you looked at him taking everything in that he’d previously just flew at you

“Y/N say something” He whispered, rubbing his face as he paced the room 

“Your parent’s flights are delayed, well that’s okay cause they’ll be here. Flights get delayed all the time. You race all the time without your parents there you qualified on pole yesterday” You rubbed his arm, looking up at him. Why did he have to be so tall? It made comforting him so much harder. 

“Yeah but that’s F2 Y/N. This is F1” He whispered, and you looked up at him 

“Wait what? You’re racing in Formula One?” You exclaimed, taking a step back as he nodded “Okay well today's practice and quali. Wait who’s out?” You asked, confused 

“Carlos. Something about his appendix. He hadn’t been well all week” He explained, and you nodded

“I’ve never raced in his car, and I’ve never raced with his wheel, and I don’t know what to do Y/N” He whispered, and you wrapped your arms around him 

“Well lucky for you, my brother just so happens to be a Formula One driver on the weekends” you joked, and he laughed. You smiled up at him.

“I’ll come stand in the Ferrari garage, Ollie. Please don’t worry about it. The more you worry about it, the more you stress, which leads to bad racing and crashes. Ollie, they have so many drivers they could have put you in that seat, but they picked you, which means they trust you, so you need to enjoy the fact that you’re racing in Formula One!” You smiled, and he nodded 

“I’m racing in Formula One” He mumbled and you smiled watching him now enjoy the fact that he’s actually racing and he’s reached his dream even if it’s not the way he wanted to. Ollie hugged you back with a smile 

“What’s going on here?” Lando’s voice came as you turned to look at him 

“Ollie’s racing in Formula One” you cheered, bouncing over to Lando, who caught you very much used to the energy you have 

“Hey, that's a great man. You’ll do great, just remember to breathe because I forgot to do that the first time” Lando chuckled, placing you back on the ground 

“I’m gonna go shower, then we can get to the paddock” Lando walked into the bathroom, and you hugged Ollie again 

“You should go get ready for the day, but if you want me there, then just give me a text, okay?” You smiled, and he nodded 

“Thank you for that. I needed someone to rationalise my thoughts” You nodded, holding his hand 

“Don’t worry about it. If you’ve not already had a shower today, then go take a nice cold one, drink a bottle of water, and remember to enjoy yourself” You smiled, and he nodded, walking over to the door. You followed behind him with a smile 

“You’re great at the calming down thing” He smiled, and you chuckled 

“I do my best” Ollie walked back to his hotel room as you sat on the bed on your phone, going back to waiting on Lando. When Lando finally walked out the bathroom dressed in his Mclaren uniform, you jumped over to him with a smile  

“You’re so happy today? What have I missed?” He asked, confused 

“Can’t I be happy?” You asked following him out of the hotel room 

“You’re normally hyper, but you seem more hyper than normal” he shrugged 

“Maybe I’m a little happy that Ollie is racing today” You shrugged 

“You like him” He teased poking you in the side

“He’s just a friend” You shrugged

“We’re the same age it’s nice to hang out with someone my own age while following you about the world” 

“Mhm whatever you say. I like him, by the way” He shrugged, pressing the button in the elevator, leaning against the bannister in the elevator as it moved 

“I’m glad you like him” You rolled your eyes, stepping out the elevator and following him out to the Mclaren car awaiting his arrival. Oscar already sat inside, waiting for you both. Getting in the car, Lando forced you to sit in the middle of them, so with a huff, you complied. 

“Y/N has a boyfriend” Lando hummed, wiggling his eyebrows 

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends” you whined, shoving him away 

“Ohh who?” Oscar asked 

“Ollie. He showed up at our room this morning” Lando hummed 

“He showed up because his parents were in England, and Ferrari just called him up” You rolled your eyes 

“Wait, who's not racing, by the way?” Lando asked 

“Carlos. Something to do with his appendix” you shrugged, and Lando instantly pulled his phone out of his pocket, panicking.

“Oh forgot about your boyfriend” You rolled his eyes, and he ignored your comment as Oscar laughed. 

Standing in the Ferrari garage felt wrong. Surrounded by red instead of papaya, but it was for Ollie, who was pacing about the place stressed before FP3. Everyone’s eyes were on him after the announcement that he was now driving. Ollie had taken to pacing three small steps slightly in front of you as he spoke to some members of the team. 

Walking over to him gently wrapping your arms around his waist as your cheek rested against his back he tensed up for a second before his hands rested on top of yours and he relaxed now standing in the one place as he spoke to the team member causing you to smile that he was no longer burning a hole in the floor. 

You missed the cameras outside as you kept your arms around Ollie’s waist, but you certainly didn’t miss your phone exploding in your pocket. Charles smiled at you as he walked past back to his driver's room. 

“Hey why don’t you go into the drivers room and relax Ollie” one of the trainers said, joining the small group as Ollie nodded, taking you to the drivers room with him. Sitting on the small beanbag, you smiled at him. 

“You didn’t have to do that” He sat next to you, and you shrugged 

“You were burning a hole in the floor, and I know that you don’t make enough to pay for that” you joked, and he chuckled. 

“Thank you, though. I’m so stressed about today” You smiled softly, turning to him 

“I’ll make a deal with you” you hummed, and he nodded 

“Okay?” He frowned 

“If you get P15 or above in Quali I’ll go on a date with you. If you get P10 or above in the actual race, then I’ll go on two” You hummed, and he turned to you 

“Can I change that deal?” He asked, and you nodded slightly 

“Depends on what you want to change it to” You hummed 

“P15 or above in Quali a date tonight. P10 or above in the race and you become my girlfriend” You quickly turned to look at him 

“What?” You asked, confused. It wasn’t that you didn’t find yourself attractive or other people didn't. It was just that you’d never had a proper boyfriend before. Just teenage boys who wanted to one up their friends in their relationships. 

“Well obviously if I get that high, then I’ll ask you properly and take you on that second date, but obviously, if you don’t want to agree to my deal, then that’s okay. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to and I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable while you’re here making me feel like I’ve been racing in Formula one forever” He blurted going off on whatever he was saying with. Gently placing a hand on the side of his face to pull him back into the drivers room, he looked at you. 

“Olls. Please take a deep breath with me. I’d love to agree to your deal. I just didn’t want you to feel like I was forcing you into anything and we all know that I’m not just with you for money or anything like that cause that’s what older brothers are for” You joked and he chuckled 

“Well I guess I’ll be taking you on a couple of dates then” He hummed, and you chuckled 

“Cocky much” you joked, and he smiled 

“I’ll see you after FP3, right?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Of course you will and after FP3. We’re going to get lunch together” You smiled, and he walked out of the drivers room after pressing a kiss to your head. Finally checking your phone just to see a billion texts. 

Before you knew it, you were watching Quali, and it was the most stressful thing you’d ever watched. Not only was your older brother racing, but Ollie was doing his first ever F1 race and Quali. Ollie’s dad had arrived at the garage just as Ollie went out for Q1, so now he was standing next to you. 

David was stressing more than Ollie was this morning. Ollie got slightly close to the wall just as the cameras turned into the Ferrari garage catching David's face as it happened although you were just as stressed except you had a lot more practice at hiding it after watching races with people from school. David, on the other hand, was new to close family members racing in formula one. 

Ollie got himself through Q1 in P9 and into Q2. David walked over to Ollie’s car to say that he was here and to just focus on the race. You could see Oliver’s eyes as he pushed the visor on his helmet up. The stress that previously showed was no longer there. He looked like a kid in a sweet shop, and you couldn’t be prouder. 

Q2 started, and David took his place standing at the back next to you. The fifteen minutes of Q2 was soon over and Ollie was unfortunately knocked out in P11 but he was a few hundredths of a second away from knocking Sir Lewis Hamilton out of qualifying that was something to be proud of. 

Racing drivers had this thing where even when they drove exceptionally well they’d still beat themselves up even if there was nothing else they could have done and you knew by the look in Oliver’s eyes he was going to do exactly that except you now had practice and a deal you could cheer him up with. 

You smiled, giving Ollie a hug as he walked over after he got out of the car. He was sweaty, but it made you happy to see the happiness on his face. Like seeing Lando doing something he loved. 

“You did so well, Olls. You almost knocked Hamilton out. If you had another flying lap, you would have!” You exclaimed, and he smiled 

“You should go along to Mclaren while I do post Quali interviews. I know Lando would love to have you there, and Max is here today isn’t he?” He asked, and you nodded 

“The whole of Quadrant is here today. Something about Hungary being a good place for a new video? I don’t know. They tried to get me in it, but I refused” You chuckled, and he smiled 

“Be ready for seven?” He asked, and you nodded 

“You know where my room is” You walked along to the Mclaren garage with a smile hugging Max as you stood in hospitality with him and the rest of Quadrant. Ria smiled at you as everyone else was far too focused on Q3 that had just started.

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Sam is back live! pt.3

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 14 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

As the game switched to FIFA, Felix, already nervous about his impending loss, decided to make some small talk. “Alright, Sam, since you’re apparently good at everything, how are you at FIFA?”

Sam chuckled, his voice a little smug. “Oh, I’ve got practice. Max and I play a lot between races.”

Felix paused, clearly not expecting that. “Wait. Max Verstappen plays FIFA with you?”

Jack’s jaw dropped. “Hold on, what?! Max Verstappen and FIFA? This is news. Why did we not know about this?”

Sam, casually setting up his team, replied, “Yeah, we play all the time we can. In between races, quali's and Fp's. Max is actually really good at FIFA. I think he was even one of top 100 players last year. We started playing together and then later the thing kind of got out of hand and now there are FIFA tournaments between some drivers and engineers whenever we have free time.”

The chat exploded, and Felix looked shocked.

User 190: “SAM PLAYS FIFA WITH F1 DRIVERS???”

User 191: “Is there anything Sam doesn’t do?”

User 192: “Max is in top 100 players of FIFA?? That man has waaay too much free time😂”

User 193: “Imagine Max bringing Sam just to wreck Carlos 😂”

User 194: “I need footage of Sam destroying Carlos and Max dying of laughter. I KNOW it exists.”

---

Felix was still processing. “Wait, wait, wait. So, you’re telling me you’ve been playing FIFA with F1 drivers in hotel rooms? Who else are we talking about here?”

Sam shrugged, setting up his lineup. “Not necessarily hotel rooms only. Lando brings his PlayStation with him most of thew times, even to the paddock, in case of long red flags or something. Carlos plays with me and Max the most. He’s good and way too proud of that. There’s always at least one driver with a console wherever we go.”

Jack was now invested. “Bro, how have you never mentioned this? You’re just casually playing FIFA with Carlos Sainz?”

Sam smirked. “Max started it. He figured it was more fun when there were more people involved. And he gets a kick out of seeing their reactions when they realize we're better than they expected when we play in teams.”

Felix was flabbergasted. “So, Max just drags you into these other drivers’ rooms, and then you two just wreck them at FIFA?”

Sam nodded, completely relaxed. “Pretty much how it started, yeah.”

Felix threw his hands up in disbelief. “This is insane. Here I am struggling to get a goal in Rocket League, and you’re out here destroying F1 drivers at FIFA.”

Jack couldn’t stop laughing. “Mate, Max is genius for this. Can you imagine him just sitting back, watching Sam annihilate Carlos and Lando? That must be hilarious.”

Sam smiled, clearly amused by the memory. “Max finds it hilarious. He just lounges back and enjoys the chaos. I think he enjoys the fact that no one expects us to be good.”

The chat was going wild:

User 195: “Max using Sam as a secret weapon?? Amazing.”

User 196: “Sam out here crushing F1 drivers at everything.”

User 197: “Carlos is probably still salty about losing to Sam lol”

User 198: “Imagine thinking you’re playing Max and then Sam comes in and they both destroys you 😂”

User 199: “Lando would throw a fit if he lost to Sam, I swear.”

---

Felix was still in disbelief, reading more comments aloud. “Someone in chat says, ‘Max should stream with you next time, Sam.’ Can you imagine that? Max and Sam, the FIFA tag team, live on stream?”

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “That would be funny. He’d take it way too seriously if he ever joined us, though. I don’t think you’d last five minutes.”

Felix laughed, trying to picture it. “Alright, alright, I get it. Max is a pro, you’re the FIFA god. But you know what? I still want to see it happen, I’d pay to see it.” Sam just keeps quiet and smiles while Felix continues fueling the chat and Jack just eyes him but says nothing.

Felix, still recovering from the laughter, added, “Honestly, Sam, you’ve got to get Max on a live with us. That’d break the internet.”

Felix leaned forward, pointing at the camera dramatically. “Alright, chat, you heard it here first. If I ever meet him and Max ever agrees to it, we’ll get a stream with him and Sam. But until then, you’ll have to make do with me getting destroyed by Sam.”

Sam chuckled. “I’d go easy on you.”

Felix sighed. “That’s what you said earlier, but look at what happened.”

Jack chimed in again, reading the chat. “Fans are loving the idea of Max and Sam playing with us together. You two are basically the internet’s dream duo now.”

User 200: “Sam is living the dream, playing FIFA with F1 drivers.”

User 201: “Someone get Max and Sam on Twitch together!”

User 202: “Felix, you’ve lost all control of your streams now. Sam and Max are the stars 😂.”

User 203: “Max is a low-key in charge of this stream and he's not only not here but not even aware and I find that hilarious.”

User 204: “Sam should stream with Max during the off-season! It’d be legendary.”

User 205: “Max being one of the stars in Pewdiepie streams without him even being there.”

---

Felix threw his hands up, mockingly surrendering. “Alright, alright, chat. I get it. You love Sam. You love Max. But don’t forget, I’m still here. It’s still my stream!”

Sam smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You just keep telling yourself that, Felix.”

The chat exploded with laughter, and Jack added fuel to the fire. “Felix, you’re just a side character in the story now.”

Felix groaned dramatically, reading more comments. “Fine, fine, I’ll just be the guy who sets up the streams where Sam crushes everyone.”

Sam chuckled softly. “I’ll try to be nice.”

Felix shot back, “Yeah, sure, like you were ‘nice’ earlier? You’re not fooling anyone, Sam.”

The stream continued with more banter and FIFA matches, but the highlight for the fans was clearly the revelation that Sam had been quietly dominating F1 drivers in between races. The internet couldn’t get enough of the Kjellberg brothers, Max mentions, and their unexpected bond over gaming. Fans were already demanding more Sam and Max content, and Max could do nothing but laugh at the absurdity of it all, watching from the comforts of his home in Monaco, counting down the rest of the day in the week until Sam comes and joins him.

[earthtokhal]

You know, I thought that the way Mexico went, I would feel some sort of consolation about how everything went down and momentarily I did. It was joyous to see them getting hit from every single direction and while I love Max, having him get that penalty and having no help around him to mitigate for him until he made his way back to the front was another reminder that the team absolutely messed up. Max need to constantly play 4D chess because he is doing it all on his own with zero help and a car that is going backwards.

Anyway, Daniel genuinely seems free and I am happy that he has taken this on the chin and took control of the situation again.

But this Daniel isn't the one I am raging for. Because everything was just pointless.

I am upset for the Daniel that declined offers from Haas and that alleged Mercedes role that everyone was talking about and trusted the team that burned him once before.

I am upset for the man who put in the work and the hours in the sim with Simon to undo every bad thing he had learned in McLaren and try to reach his best again.

I am upset for the person who genuinely thought they were giving him a fighting chance to get to that seat again.

I am upset for the driver who stood in an airport in his home country in what was only the start of the season already denying rumors that he would be replaced.

For the man who had to spend so much of energy every race weekend defending his position in the sport.

For the man who tried so hard, started performing, cleaned up his quali laps only to be destroyed by his team. He had a patched together engine while everyone around him had newer ones.

For the man who had his team principal comment about how he isn't using social media anymore as if he is some newbie needing to cut out the distractions and not a veteran of the sport.

For the man who truly thought his plan was coming to pass after Spa only for everything to change hours later.

And for the man who returned to prove something which he honestly did but they just undid everything with their podcasts and their comments in the media to save face.

Formula 1 is a business. It is not some fun, merry-go-round where everyone is just good and loyal to each other and I am not stupid enough to believe that they were ever truly 100% on his side.

But there are still people involved, relationships that have been built over decades and maybe I was stupid enough to believe at least that held some weight.

And in the end, no amount of bad weekends for the team and the drivers (Max is obviously excluded from all of this) would make any of this okay because all of it was for nothing.

We thought he was enduring because there was an end plan.

Surely, Horner and his management knew 11 wasn't going to do any better in Mexico when he completely bombed his best tracks. The King of the streets scored the same amount of points that Daniel took from McLaren which benefited Max.

So why couldn't they have held on a little bit.

And if it was truly his performance, why didn't he get the grace to wait until his best tracks before the decision was made?

And now, the same people who have been calling for his head since he set foot in the car in the first race are the same ones going "Hang on. maybe they did fire the wrong driver."

And I actually thought that they were suddenly cleaning up some of the stuff they said in the media as if clearing the way for his return if needed.

I would LOVE for Daniel to return, for 1 race, for 3 races for 5 more seasons but I do not see it happening for just a fraction of races because it benefits him in no way. Unless he gets the full time seat for 2025, I do not see him coming back to this mess.

And I do not blame him.

But for us, they need to handle their shit quickly and make an announcement so we are not stuck in a limbo.

And while I would love for Franco to get the seat instead of LL, it still won't be enough for me to get over this and how everything went down, this was his seat.

And ultimately, if they are trying to bring him back and if he decides he wants to do it, I sure as hell will support that team until he leaves.

[httpiastri]

https://www.tumblr.com/httpiastri/750131786833608704/this-took-way-longer-than-expected-but-im

hi again!! pepe’s stream has actually been deleted bc twitch deletes streams after 7 days unless they’re some special twitch streamer (??) i think? but even then, i think those streams also only stay up for about a month or so unless the streamers themselves save it or something but i’m not too sure tbh 😓😓

i’m just grateful that we have the timestamps listed out and stuff so we don’t forget the very special moments in his stream but it is very unfortunate that we can’t just go back and rewatch the whole thing again (actually really heartbroken and upset about this☹️☹️) i have some screenshots of the moments i mentioned and then like some screen recordings of a few moments like his little dance and him cursing and then one of him making some weird sound in reaction to a moment in quali or during the F1A watch along (i forgot which 😭😭) so i’ll probably just be rewatching those over and over again and holding them close to me while i wait for the day where he decided to bless me and stream again (and i PRAY that that day comes soon because ive just started a new school and i miss the little racing filled bubble ive been living in for so long)

anyway i hope you’ve had a lovely weekend so far jackie!! if you ever stumble across one of my posts on tumblr (unlikely, but always possible, because i do sign off with the same emoji) say hi!! if your weekend hasn’t been that good so far then i do hope it gets better and that the week ahead is far more amazing and beautiful than the ones before!!

- 🪷

i had no idea twitch does that?? that's so rude 😠 that's actually such a bad feature shsjdshdj im heartbroken :(

but yes i feel you, let's be thankful that it happened instead of crying because it's gone 💔I MISSED OUT ON SCREEN RECORDING THE DANCE ??? but i have like 20 clips of cute pepe laughter so 🥰🥰 but yes i hope he understands how much we adored that stream and how much we crave another one… 🥲

(a new school? so exciting!! hope you have a lot of fun and make a lot of new friends 😚 but god yes, like my life is 50% racing (in my head) these days but i cant wait for the summer to arrive just because i miss the crazy racing bubble i was in for like three months…. pepe would definitely help out with fixing that rn 🫶)

also just gonna include your next ask here bcs it's the same theme:

you're making me so curious? omg?? now im gonna be searching through all of tumblr just to find a post with your emoji 🥺 i def will say hi if i find you !!!

also omfg. i just realized something…. i have this board on pinterest with pics of random couples & so on that remind me of my fave drivers, and each driver has their own like board in the board. all of them are named with the driver's initials, his number and two emojis, and !! guess what emoji i have for pepe???? ofc it's the freaking lotus flower 😭 idk i just wanted to share this, thanks 😚

hope you have a lovely day/night/morning/anything whenever you see this !!! and hope you have a lovely week <33

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 150/310

2015 Malaysian GP

Alright, round 2. And this time I do have a full broadcast!

It was a wet quali, in the midst of a thunderstorm. Oh ho ho. Oh ho ho ho ho ho! Let's wait for the quali report, but I see interesting things happened. (Well we never got the quali report for some weird reason but Seb split the Mercedes! Lewis is on pole.)

Alright so Lewis explains his pole lap to us.

He says, and we sure know it, it's his 150th race. Good to know I counted right lol. He says the visibility in the cockpit was way worse than what we see on the on-board. He says you never really know where the grip is and the car is constantly moving which is "quite fun".

At some point we see he had HUGE oversteer. In the cockpit, we see he's turning his steering wheel all the way to the left while he's actually taking a right turn. Fortunately he caught it. Brundle asks how quick he puts it aside that he almost crashed and Lewis is like immediately? lol cause the corner was right there so he has to keep going. "It doesn't live with you at all," Brundle says.

Lewis says no, he corrected it and was hoping he was still gonna make it through the next one. At the end of the debrief, Brundle points to his mirror on the screen and says he might see a little red there during the race. "Concerned?" he asks. "Ferrari looking strong." Lewis says "as long as it's in the mirror it's not a problem."

In the driver parade, Nico says the start is gonna be important, he'll try to overtake Seb, and he'll try to catch Lewis too but it's going to be more difficult. Johnny asks if it's important for him to beat Lewis here, as far as momentum goes. "One could say that it's quite important, yes," he answers. It's going to be challenging tyre-wise with the high deg here, there's gonna be more pit stops than in Melbourne, so strategy will be important. 

Brundle says Nico said in the post quali press conference that he wasn't good enough that day and that he keeps saying that while Lewis is extremely confident at the moment. He has a lot of public support as well. 

For some reason while Johnny interviews Max in the parade Nico pours water down his back? OK. Weird. Anyway Brundle says he wouldn't choose Max for a night out because he's extremely serious about it all but he would definitely choose him for his team because he's exceptional. He says after quali, he was 6th, he was actually unsatisfied with his driving and thought he could have done better. Simon says that much like Lewis he was using karting lines. Brundle says he indeed has that experience but also told them he'd watched all of last year's quali, which also happened in the wet, to learn. It’s still pretty impressive that he was able to apply that knowledge. (No this isn't becoming a Max rewatch but Max will definitely become relevant at some point so I think it's interesting to shine some light on him here and there). 

Johnny asks Lewis if he's listening to One Direction. Lewis says "no that's your kind of music, man." He smiles.

He asks him if it's gonna be a “catch me if you can” kind of race. "I don't know, i think the Ferraris are looking quite quick so Sebastian is gonna be definitely there in the fight and especially also Nico is very close." He goes on to talk about the temperature and how the tyres are gonna be melting so it's gonna be a challenge of who can look after their tyres the longest. Johnny asks if he has a good idea of when to look after his tyres and when to push on this car. Lewis smiles. "You're always looking after them, there is no question in-between which one it's… you're always looking after them." Johnny asks if he's confident for this one. He hums. He says he's never really approached a race feeling like he's confident, he just studies and does what he has to do and drives his hardest.

Simon says to Brundle that he learned watching an interview he had with Lewis, that Lewis carries around a notebook in which he takes extensive notes. Brundle says that's something he casually brought up in their conversation. He says that it reminds you that he's not just about natural speed but he studies. Which I think is a good thing to underline because in 2014 they were acting like Nico was analytical and Lewis instinctive when it's not that simple. And here you go : Brundle says with this new Formula 1 it's easy to believe that it would come easier to Nico because he's seen as more cerebral and a more "thinking driver" when Lewis is seen as more of a "natural driver" and it's not actually true and Lewis is feeding into all the things he needs to to win. 

Yeah. Let's take a minute to unravel that thread. So far Lewis has been described regularly as this emotional and instinctive person. They claim he's very emotional in the car, they claim he drives with natural talent more than anything. We've heard it brought up again and again. I'm thinking back on a pole lap debrief (maybe it was in Malaysia 2014, actually?) where Lewis was asked how he knows where to brake in the wet and is it instinct and he says yes but then goes on to say you also learn lap after lap. It's interesting because they have this image of him being extremely emotion-led, sometimes almost condescendingly, when he's shown them again and again that it wasn't true. Like. Think back on all the times I've brought up in my reviews that whoever journalist was surprised by Lewis ability to think while driving. They keep trying to maintain that idea that he's just pure talent in the face of contrary evidence. And in 2014 they tried to weave this narrative that Lewis was Emotion against Nico's (very germanic btw) Reason. And it's stupid af. It's about time they realise that Lewis is a hard worker and quite analytical in his approach to racing, actually. He needs immense control as we've already talked about. The only way to gain such control is to understand as much as you can about what you're doing and all the things that influence that. And that's what he's doing. He's learning. 

There could also be some things to say about the fact that in our occidental and extremely binary cultures, in the reason vs emotion "debate", reason is usually associated with masculinity and emotion with femininity. If you push that a bit further there's also something to be said about the racist narrative in which POCs are often being associated with natural or even animalistic elements vs white people being reasonable and civilised. Kind of an overall nature vs nurture essentialist parallel. Now don't twist my words, I'm not saying them thinking Lewis is an instinctive driver is racism. I'm just saying it's interesting in that context that they seem to have taken several years to come to terms with the fact that he's not just that. Anyway I don't have factual elements to elaborate on these parallels so it's more of a 'keep that in mind as a possible relevant aspect of this' than a 'it's definitely part of their narrative' thing or an actual theory. Let's move on. 

There's another quali controversy in which Nico has possibly blocked Lewis. Nico gave up on his lap and slowed down while Lewis was right behind. He still got a purple sector so it didn't impact him but it's kinda weird. Bruno Senna says it's especially weird from the team to not have told them about their respective positions and runs etc. to avoid it. Simon says something even weirder then happened during the written press conference. Lewis is being talked to and Nico gets there and says like he’s a journalist : "yeah hello Nico Rosberg Mercedes AMG here. There are lots of comments on Twitter saying Nico blocked you, is it true? I blocked you on your second timed lap?" Lewis apparently then replied "I think you should ask him (aka Nico)" which made the journalists laugh and then Nico got pissed and said it wasn't funny and left. ?????????? What the absolute fuck

Anyway they all agree Lewis has the upper hand at the moment and Senna says Lewis was a bit up and down in 2014 whereas he's very calm now which is good for him. 

There's then a whole segment about Ferrari being absolutely fucking up for the last few years and all the people who've been replaced because of it and it's all waaaaayyy too familiar. Anyway it's now Maurizio Arrivabene. They've had 3 TP in a year, says Brundle, some technical people leaving and they're also moving factories. What a mess. 

Ah, Ted informs us one driver will not start the race. Will Stevens? Who even is that. So there were doubts as to whether his car would be fixed before the race and it's not... Oh, it's a Marussia driver. That explains a lot.

There's also a whole segment about the conflict between RBR and Renault. I won't elaborate on it too much but as we touched on last time, RBR uses a Renault engine and it doesn't seem to be doing well this year.

As we get closer to the race we see Lewis hanging out in the garage with Bono.

Alright it's time. 40% chance of rain. 

Ted says Lewis complained his steering wheel was left out in the sun and is now "roasting hot to hold".

Formation lap. 

The top 10 is on mediums. Actually everyone is, except the McLarens. 

They're racing! 

Nico is already wheel to wheel with Seb while Lewis goes away. At the exit of the first corner it's still Seb ahead. Maldonado has a puncture. Raikkonen has a puncture. And Ericsson is off and out. Max is told to let whoever his teammate is (Sainz) ahead as he's quicker. But there's a Safety Car for Ericsson. Lewis pits. Nico pits. Seb doesn't. Many people pit. Very close releases… Mmh Lewis asks if his front wing is okay. Bono says they think so and will look at the replay. What happened? Seb says something about the Mercedes slowing down and then speeding up before they pitted. I don't really get it. Then Raikkonen asks if he can overtake "these people" because they're not even trying to catch up to the Safety Car. Ted says the Mercedes were indeed going 10 seconds slower than they needed to under Safety Car which is what Seb meant by the +10 he mentioned in his radio. Ted also explains that he didn't pit because they're trying to two-stop which sounds a bit insane rn. Here we go again. In virtue of the pit stops Lewis is still virtually in the lead but currently P6 trying to overtake Perez. Massa says he has no power and slows down. Rosberg is told to give it everything "when you need too" which is. I mean. Yeah? Obviously? There's a train behind Hulkenberg who's currently P2 and it's slowing down the Mercs. 

On lap 10, Seb is 7.8 seconds in the clear. Behind Hulkenberg it's Grosjean, then Sainz, then Lewis in P5. Oh no wait, he just overtook Sainz. P6 is Ricciardo, Massa and Rosberg are wheel to wheel for P7, Verstappen is P9, and it's Valtteri in P10. One lap later Lewis is up in P2 and the chase begins. Daniel and Sainz are fighting over P5, Nico is still P7. Lewis seems to struggle to close the gap to Seb, which is 10.2. It's all about the tyres though, so we will be patient. 

Oh my god. Brundle just said "Vettel is doing a good job as he is definitely pegging Hamilton." 

Sainz and Raikkonen pit. The Red Bulls and the Toro Rossos are losing a lot of brake dust, which is worrying. On lap 18 Seb finally pits. He's behind Nico in P3. But he's now much faster than Lewis. Interesting. 

On lap 20, Nico is 7.4 behind Lewis, and Seb, who sets the fastest lap, is only 2.5 seconds behind him. Then it's Massa and Valtteri in the Williams. As I try to watch the rest of the top 10 amongst various uninteresting replays, Nico goes on radio to ask about the race with Vettel. His engineer says they both have one more stop to make. Seb is on newer tyres so he'll push and try to pass him but they both have one more stop to make. Nico asks him to say it to him in a simpler way, and asks “if he goes by me he's won?” And his engineer says affirm. Crofty says they could just pass him again. Brundle agrees, but also Nico does see how fast that Ferrari is. Crofty finds Nico pessimistic. Anyway the rest of the top 10 is Max in P6, Kvyat, Raikkonen just overtook Alonso, and Sainz just overtook Jenson for P10. Verstappen pits. Alonso is told they have to retire AND SEB OVERTAKES NICO FOR P2! Crofty and Brundle feel like it was too easy and they feel like Nico indeed acts defeated and didn't fight back. Vettel's engineer just called him a good boy twice. I'm gonna die istg. Lewis says his rears are dropping off. The gap is 3.8 but it's closing fast, are they gonna lose this race? That would be. I mean. It would be interesting, I have to say. Lewis says he's sliding around. Seb has gained 2.5 in the last lap. Damn. SEB TAKES THE LEAD! Lewis pits. He's out in P3. It's time to get to work. He's 16 seconds behind Nico and he probably will have to stop again because there's more than 30 laps to go. There's been contact between Kvyat and Hulkenberg as Kvyat was supposed to get ahead of Daniel. Nico pits. He's out, of course, behind Lewis, who is flying. They're splitting strategies, he's on hard tyres. A few laps later he overtakes Raikkonen for P3. 

It's lap 30. Seb is in the lead. Lewis +19.3, Nico +33.1. Then it's Raikkonen, Massa, Verstappen, Sainz, Valtteri, Daniel, and Kvyat. Mercedes still think they can get a 1-2. We'll see. Perez and Grosjean make contact and Grosjean is sent spinning. Lewis is gaining 1 second a lap on Seb. According to Ted it's all gonna play out in the last 3 laps. Raikkonen pits again for P4. Lewis is still closing on Seb, the gap being 14 now. Seb is called in. Here he comes… not a great one. 3 seconds. Lewis goes through. Seb is ahead of Nico, but just about! And he pulls away! Wow. Lewis says his tyres are not feeling good and that he's getting slower. Seb is 9.8 behind, already 1.2 ahead of Nico. This is tense. Lewis pits. He's on hard tyres. Ted is a bit desperate : "that wasn't long enough Lewis, that stint was not long enough," he says softly. He's now on the slower tyres because he has to go to the end on them and it's because he didn't make the previous ones last long enough. He's now P3, 12 seconds down on Nico. And here he comes on the radio. "This is the wrong tyre, man." But Bono explains the decision to him, clearly and calmly, as he needs him to : "The only other option we had had been well used, we think this is the better tyre, it's just a case of looking after them in traffic. Nico's pace on the prime was good." Both Nico and Seb are on hard tyres as well, btw. And Lewis is still flying. 

It's lap 40. Nico is losing time over Seb, he's 4.2 behind. Lewis is closing the gap to Nico, 9.8. Behind them, but irrelevant to that top 3 fight, it's Valtteri, Raikkonen, Verstappen, Massa, Sainz, Daniel just overtook Kvyat who pitted and is out in P10. For some reason we hear Paddy over the radio asking "would you stop Lewis again?" and Lewis tells him he could hear him. Then Bono sets a target for him and Lewis says : "Okay once again I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing, now Paddy's telling me I might be doing another stop." And Bono says that's a miscommunication, "just chatter". Brundle says "he does get angry, that boy, doesn't he?" When once again there was not one hint of anger in Lewis' voice. Think back to that narrative I was talking about earlier. "That boy" is understandably confused, as he says he doesn't know what he's supposed to do and he's receiving comms that aren't meant for him. I don't understand how Brundle interprets this as anger. Once again I wanna remind you that nowadays we hear drivers literally yell at their engineers during races and no one bats an eye except when they're POCs. Lewis didn't have to yell for that judgement to fall upon him. It drives me crazy. 

And just as we were all wondering what Mercedes and Nico would do once Lewis caught up to him, he's called in. That solves it. We see a replay of Verstappen going wide on his way to the pits. Jenson has lost power. Nico out on mediums, which is what Lewis wanted. Bono tells Lewis they expect him to catch Seb with 5 laps to go (so Ted was right earlier) and this time Lewis does get angry. "Hey man! Don't talk to me through the corners! Nearly just went off!" he says. Crofty says he's asked that before already. Hulkenberg says he knows they don't like to hear it but he doesn't think he'll make it to the end. Jenson retires, that's both McLarens out. Nico sets the fastest lap. Ooof I'm stressed out now. Seb : "Blue flag, bluuue flaaaag, bluuue flag." He sounds so annoyed lol. "Lovely song," comments Crofty. Bono tells Lewis Seb is hitting traffic and sets a target to catch him. I'm not optimistic, that gap is there and the laps are running out. And he's gonna hit that traffic as well. 

10 laps to go. Nico : "Talk to me about the race!" and he's told "Everybody has completed their stops." And that's it. Verstappen overtakes Sainz for P7. Lewis is not closing on Seb. Maldonado retires. 5 laps to go. Down the field, Massa and Valtteri are racing each other for P5. It's the final lap. Valtteri is ahead. 

And it's the end of the race! 

Seb wins! Lewis P2, Nico P3. 

Another thing of interest to note is that both Toro Rossos ended up ahead of the Red Bulls. 

In the cool down room Nico and Lewis don't talk. Lewis smiles wide to Seb though.

Oh… I'd forgotten how emotional Seb gets when he wins. It's so cute. He's straight up crying. He's so high on victory, the fanfics write themselves.

Eddie Jordan for interviews. "You look incredibly emotional, what's the matter with you?" he says to Seb. And then he adds the last time they saw him cry he went on to win championships. Seb says he's speechless basically. Lewis is listening with a smile.

Lewis gets cheers.

He congratulates Ferrari and Sebastian first of all. "They did an amazing job, I mean, jeez! They had some good pace today!" He says he gave everything he could, they all did as a team, and they knew they had made a step they didn't know how big and they were just too fast in the end. They'll just get back together and try to figure out where they lost time today. His balance wasn't great. He's sure they'll be fighting for the next race and he's excited about it. Jordan asks about that confusing radio moment. Lewis says he thinks he wasn't supposed to hear it. He says in general the team has done a fantastic job and he's really grateful for the car he has. The fans have been fantastic. 

Jordan reminds Nico about the last press conference in which they discussed the Ferraris getting quicker to put on a show. Lewis sits down next to Seb.

Jordan says Nico probably didn't expect them to get there so fast. Nico says no but now he can say on behalf of their team : game on! 

They're all short of breath. Jordan sits on the other side of Seb. Seb is still extremely emotional. I wonder what Lewis and he talked about in the meantime. Jordan is asking confusing and convoluted questions. Seb doesn't know what to say, he's just smiling. Lewis is still there but he moved a bit further away.

Seb says last year wasn't a good year for him, the car was great but he was struggling to extract the performance. This car is doing very well, and the team welcomed him so well. Seeing the gate of Maranello open was like a dream come true. Lewis drinks. Seb says they beat him fair and square. He thanks the team for the billionth time. Jordan says it was an inspired decision from Lewis to leave McLaren for Mercedes. He asks if he thinks he can win the championship in this car. He says he hopes so and that's why he signed up and that's their goal. His voice goes all trembling. They're just gonna enjoy this day for now. He says these guys are hard to beat and there's a long way ahead of them and then he smiles wide and says to be honest for now he doesn't care he just wanna celebrate and probably get pissed tonight lmao, language Seb! Jordan apologises on his behalf. 

When asked where it went wrong, Niki says "Ferrari was quicker, first of all, Vettel was quicker, number one." They have to think about the strategy but Seb and Ferrari did a fantastic job and that's why they won. Ted says he told them before the race he thought they would be a threat but did he think so soon? "No, but it happened." He says he truly has to congratulate them, seeing where they came from. 

Ted says to Toto that his whole team seems really annoyed that they're 2nd and 3rd. Toto acts like it's not true. Ted insists. Toto says you can't expect to win races forever. He says they're here to win but it's a well deserved victory for Seb. He says hopefully that stops the whole equalisation nonsense (aka Horner asking for the FIA to step in to stop them from winning). Ted is smart and he asks whether they would have won if they hadn't pitted during the Safety Car. Toto says it's easy to judge the strategy once the race is over, because he's also very smart. He says they've seen long good runs from Ferrari on Friday already. "We were warned." He rants a bit about several things but ultimately concludes with "today it wasn't perfect but it was not only due to the strategy." Ted asks him about him saying this is the wake up call we needed at some point in his answers and whether he thinks that Ferrari is a championship contender. He waves a hand towards Seb on the podium. "He's won the race, he's a championship contender." And he says it'll make them work even harder. 

Lewis' post race interview. Rachel asks him if it's the most disappointing 2nd place he's ever had. Which is a shit question, Rachel. He pauses because I think he agrees with me. He says second place can never be that disappointing. He smiles but frowns a bit.

He says he did everything he could, and as a team there's areas they can improve on, but you can't win them all and he thinks it's nice for the sport to see another winner and it makes "some people" have to eat their words after the last race and he's looking forward to the battle now.

She asks if he thinks it was a mistake to pit under the Safety Car and whether he expected them to also come in. Of course he says he can't say if it was a mistake, he didn't expect them to stay out but they stuck to their plan. He says once he gets back to the garage he'll ask the engineers about it. They'll tell him if they could have done better or not. She says Seb is now only 3 points behind him and it looks like it's gonna be a fight all around for teams and drivers this year. He's surprised. He looks to his PR representative. "He's only 3 points behind me?"

The guy says yes. "Really? Wow." He nods.

"Yes. Well. We gotta get our feet down and our heads down and be pushing hard," he smiles. "Lessons learned from today you think for the team?" she asks. "... Uh, there will be." 

[fabbyf1]

Hello Kate! What a wonderful and magical surprise have you dropped on us today!! Really loved the fic and I already commented this on ao3 but this really was such a lovely read!!

As always let me tell you my fav parts of this lovely part of warming! verse! Part 6 you are my fav you usurped my fav part 4!

1) The writing! Oh my god! This was one of your best writings so far!!!! Each sentence and paragraph was a banger after banger!! Hence, why I was going back and forth after each and every paragraph! There were many more but I had to pause for the sprint 😔 I always fall more and more in love with your writing with each fic you post!

2) the clothes sharing! A classic fabby. Always loved and appreciated trope in the fabby writting universe! The boxers. The pants. THE JACKET!!(the jacket part needs a appreciation on its own, i’ll get to that later)

3) the smut part, while wasn’t as smutty as other parts but it was amazing to read nonetheless. Especially Max coming undone because Charles has him wrapped around his fingers. Them not caring if they’re being loud and Charles hoping for a exhibitionism moment!?!! Max just praising his baby!

4) Charles’ growth. We have come so far from part 1. Max is really so good to him. 🥺

5) the unhinged behavior from both of them!! The press conference teasing, the texts (a classic warming verse moment), the impromptu blowjob idea!?!! Charles enjoying having the upperhand and feeling powerful and smirking. So much smirking!!!

6) them being in love. So so in love!! Disgusting(affectionate)!! I have never wanted to be in love more than I did when I was reading the fic today! The both of them thinking/saying about wanting to spend forever with one another!?!! GTFO. So in love!!!!!!!

7) Charles’ ability to shock and make Max speechless with dropping bombs out of nowhere is an art only done well in warming verse!! The power he has over the dutch man I swear to god!!

8) the whole jacket thing and the conversation and Max caring about Charles and thinking about Charles’ career. And them just being soft after sex!!! 🥺🥺 them knowing the risk they are taking with Charles wearing the rbr jacket and still doing it because they love one another!!!! 😩😩

9) the ending!!!! Charles who always has second thoughts, like in part 3, when charles goes to max’s and stands outside the door having second thoughts, but here while waiting in Max’s driver’s room having no second thoughts about a risky move! And them walking out hand held!!! And not letting go!! God!!!

Sorry this is long!!! I just wanted to appreciate this fic!! I don’t think I felt this much feelings about other warming!verse parts as much as I do about this part! Maybe it has something to do with yesterday’s magical quali and today’s sprint disappointment (from charles’ side). But really I just loved every single bit of this fic!!! 💕💕

bestie, oh my fucking god?????

I am spiraling about this.

You are so fucking sweet and I love you so much for taking the time to write all of this out for me. I cannot tell you how special it is for me to hear your favorite parts of the fics and your thoughts on the little moments I've written. It is like... the best most gratifying feeling in the world 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.

I want to print this out and frame it and put it on my wall.

.......... i'm an adult.... with my own apartment..... and nobody can stop me from doing just that. huh. interesting. just kate things

[f1]

It was a tough day Gasly reflects on 'frustrating' incident-filled Friday in Baku

It was a Friday to forget in Baku for Pierre Gasly, after the French racer’s qualifying ended with him in the barrier in Q1. And while he was frustrated with the outcome, he was setting his sights on pulling off "a good surprise" over the coming two days of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix weekend – featuring the refreshed F1 Sprint format. Gasly’s Friday started in excruciating fashion when in the early stages of the lone practice session of the weekend, the rear of his Alpine caught on fire due to a hydraulics issue, forcing him to stop on track. WATCH: Nyck de Vries and Pierre Gasly crash out of Azerbaijan Grand Prix qualifying After changes to the gearbox and power unit, the Alpine mechanics fixed the A523 machine with moments to spare before qualifying. But it counted for little, as Gasly’s Friday went from bad to worse when he crashed into the barrier at Turn 3 midway through Q1. Reflecting on his Friday after jumping out of the cockpit, Gasly said: “Obviously very disappointed. It was a pretty tough day, a pretty tough Friday overall for us as a team. "FP1 didn’t go as planned with a hydraulic issue in the first 20 minutes, and the boys did an incredible job to repair the car, literally a minute before the qualifying. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences 2023 Azerbaijan GP Qualifying: Gasly brings out second red flag in Q1 after Turn 3 crash “And then after it was tricky, with such few laps, and coming into Turn 3, I didn’t brake so late, but didn’t brake hard enough. Thought I could make the corner and unfortunately just understeered, and put it into the wall.” He added: “Pretty frustrating, but thanks to the new [Sprint weekend] format at least we can put this behind us for tomorrow and refresh with the Sprint tomorrow. But a pretty frustrating day.” READ MORE: Leclerc beats Verstappen in qualifying thriller for third straight Azerbaijan GP pole Alpine were one of a number of teams to bring upgrades to their car this weekend, and when quizzed on whether he could feel any improvement in the performance of the A523 despite limited running on Friday, Gasly replied: “Honestly, no. “The reality is that this morning I think I did one lap in [the 1m 46s], and the pace in quali was [1m 41s], so it was the first 10 minutes, and then in quali with the red flag I was going to do a decent lap time on that second push. Alpine have brought upgrades to their car this weekend “All in all, there is quite a lot to work on for tomorrow. Still another day, [the] race is long on Sunday. With the Sprint we know everything can happen, and we will go for it tomorrow.” With its long straights, the Baku City Circuit offers drivers an opportunity to overtake, and Gasly said that was something he and his team would be using as a positive going into the rest of the weekend. FACTS AND STATS: A first front row in Baku for Verstappen but the wait for a Red Bull pole here continues “We have got to look at some positives where we can find some,” said Gasly, who finished third in Baku in 2021. “But I think generally, it has been challenging for us as a team. We score the points only tomorrow afternoon and on Sunday. “So, we will give our best shot and... we can overtake, so we will have to use these opportunities and hopefully we can be a good surprise on Sunday, and also tomorrow,” he concluded. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

[mirrorball-leclerc]

paint the town red - part six

THE AVENGERS AGAINST DATING

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MIAMI 2024

the ferrari team stood in a circle outside of their motorhome. peter waved at someone who passed by, giving them a puzzled look. peter shrugged, even he wasn't sure what was happening. carlos and sebastian exchanged looks, before sebastian led them inside, a sense of dread filliing them. isaiah sighed, "please tell me one of you isn't planning on making a surprise announcement this weekend. do not go around pulling a nico rosberg."

carlos cleared his throat, "qué? no, um- charles has obviously been very dominant this season and i know we agreed to wait until after this race but- i'll be the second driver, starting today."

"what?" charles questioned, the confusion was evident on his face, "why?"

"you're going to win this year charles, that much is obvious. i'll get the one next year."

"this must be difficult for you to say," harley added, breaking the tense silence. none of them had been quite sure what to expect when sebastian had called an impromptu meeting, they were supposed to wait for tony but the older man was busy giving the avengers and co a tour of the paddock.

"of course, no driver wants to admit they are going to be second driver but we agreed that who ever won the season this year, would defend the next. it's not my time yet, but it is charles's year, one way or another we are getting that championship."

charles frowned, "we still get to fight on track don't we?" he asked sebastian. the german nodded, "of course, it would be quite boring if it was you winning all season wouldn't it?"

"then let's bring that championship home," bianca said. the team smiled at each other before they stepped away from each other to do their respective tasks. peter's shouts could be heard as he left arguing with isaiah, the older brunette simply sighing exasperatedly. harley left with carlos, the two talking about the changes they would need to make to their strategy now. sebastian ran off, late for a team principal press interview.

charles looked at bianca, "dinner?"

bianca looked taken aback, "tonight?"

"i was thinking next week actually," charles joked. bianca laughed, "don't make me regret this leclerc."

"you won't," charles confidently said as bianca walked away. she turned around and was met with sight of charles smiling brightly at her. she shook her head before leaving to find her dad and sister.

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dinner...

sam wilson BIANCA STARK-POTTS WHO IS THAT MAN?

bucky barnes I WASN'T AWARE YOU HAD TIME TO DATE WHILE TRAVELING SO MUCH

natasha romanoff i feel betrayed for some reason? why was i not made aware of this?

clint barton what's going on?

sam wilson BABY STARK WENT ON A DATE WITH SOME MAN!

harley keener if i speak-

scott lang what do you know keener? harley keener all i know is a bet was made after china's quali...i will not say more...i wish to live

wanda maximoff you people have been screaming at her to get a date for ages and when she does you act overprotective? i don't understand any of you.

hope van dyne aren't you people a little too old to be this invested in her love-life. especially bucky?

bucky barnes I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM ONLY 106! I'M QUITE YOUNG COMPARED TO THOR AND LOKI.

america chavez I KNOW SOMETHING YOU PEOPLE DON'T! I AM THE SUPERIOR ONE!

bianca stark-potts america, i swear to god if you open your mouth i'm taking your enzo woofstappen privileges away. america chavez i'll shut up. i love enzo.

sam wilson what's his name? nationality? d.o.b? give us everything on him.

bucky barnes we say this because we care, not because we're nosy. steve rogers they're nosy, i genuinely care. and why isn't tony freaking out over this yet?

joaquin torres oh i see, when i was having a genuine dilemma the other day, i was told this group chat was for emergencies only. i guess emergencies are ignored when you want to be nosy.

sam wilson jesus christ, who added all of you people? this was supposed to be a fun group chat. not one full of whining

peter parker it's called avengers (no trauma version) everyone deserves to be here for a good time sam wilson there's my answer. kate bishop i'm here for a good time not a long time clint barton kate we've talked about this...

tony stark THAT FUCKER HID MY PHONE FROM ME! BIANCA MARIA STARK-POTTS WHO THE FUCK IS THAT MAN? WHO DID YOU GO ON A DATE WITH?

bianca stark potts te-he

kate bishop cute shoes

bianca stark-potts thanks! cute date too.

harley keener i'm going to tell them

bianca stark-potts don't you fucking dare keener! i'll take your lab privileges harley keener i will no longer be speaking

sam wilson BIANCA! YOU HAVE TO TELL US WHO IT IS!

bianca stark-potts it's a first date samuel, i'm not marrying the guy. calm down.

bucky barnes WE DESERVE ANSWERS STARK!

bianca stark-potts *stark-potts, put some respect on my mother's name

tony stark BIANCA YOU WILL TELL US WHO IT IS NOW!

natasha romanoff i don't think his poor heart can handle this stress bianca, you have to tell us.

bianca stark-potts no, i like having something to myself. if it becomes something serious i'll tell you guys, but for now it's just dating, nothing serious.

wanda maxmioff second date soon?

bianca stark-potts maybe? we'll see, nights not over yet

steve rogers well, as long as your safe with him, i don't care who he is.

bianca stark-potts thanks steve, i promise you guys will be the first to know if it becomes something else, when i'm ready to tell any of you.

stephen strange you people are all nuisances

america chavez and yet you still won't leave the group chat stephen strange any time i try someone keeps adding me back peter parker i'm doing god's work out here

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scuderiaferrari AND THAT'S ANOTHER WHAT? THAT'S ANOTHER WIN FOR FERRARI HERE IN MIAMI! MATER AND LIGHTNING MCQUEEN WIN AGAIN!

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📍 scuderiaferrari carlos ily but for the sake of the plot, you have to be mater. no one exudes lightning mcqueen energy quite like charles does

↳ carlossainz55 at least i'm not getting called sid like you do with max or crash and eddie like lando and oscar.

↳ maxverstappen1 why the hell am i getting dragged into this? i wanted nothing to do with this

↳ landonorris i still don't get the crash and eddie joke...

username this is a straight up violation on charles and carlos

pierregasly if anything i'm mater, i'm charles's best friend.

↳ scuderiaferrari not anymore pear

landonorris i knew i made the right choice sending you those lightning leclerc memes

↳ charles_leclerc THAT WAS YOU? NORIZZ WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!

↳ landonorris hey isaiah_atkins one of your driver's just threatened me, are you going to let him get away with this?

↳ isaiah_atkins charles, we've talked about this. you can't threaten other drivers in public.

↳ landonorris so he can do it in private?

↳ isaiah_atkins only if it's his brother. i have no say in that one.

america_chavez does this make sebastian doc hudson?

↳ samwilson tony is guido, the ferrari superfan

↳ tonystark man fuck you sam

↳ samwilson hey isaiah_atkins look at this guy!

↳ isaiah_atkins i am on his payroll, i cannot say anything against this but tony for the love of god, set an example for the rest of the team.

username seeing a bunch of grown men argue over a children's movie is hilarious to me

username peter parker is chaotic neutral

↳ username nah, that twink is chaotic chaotic. he's up there with fernando on the chaos scale.

↳ harleykeener lol peter had been twinkified by the internet, this is hilarious

↳ username you're a twink too keener. no one is safe from this.

↳ username bucky barnes gives himbo energy, steve rogers too.

↳ username don't forget scott lang and thor!

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: A couple of questions.

Part 3: Lando remembers something you said and feels curious. It's also time for rules. Smut.

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Previous part: Practical Lessons

Warnings: +18. toys.

I was laying on my bed. George was next to me talking to his girlfriend on face time. A week had passed since whatever happened between Lando and me and I was still not over it. Not in an, I'm in love with him, but more in an I fucking touched Lando Norris way.

It still wandered around my mind how we had ended up like that. He was one of those persons who I never expected to do that kind of stuff with. We knew each other for a long time. We had always been friends and it was kind of weird.

He had stayed for a while, I don't know how much because I fell asleep halfway. But I had waken up comfortably lying in the bed, covered in the sheets and hugging tightly a pillow. On the nightstand, I found a little piece of paper.

Thank you for the advice, see you next week.

I still remember how he said he could give me a couple of more lessons. That meant that he wanted more, right? And why the fuck was I so eager for it?

"Hey, what did you want to talk about?" George said snapping me from my thoughts.

"Finally..."

"It was my girlfriend. You are just jealous because you are single and haven't gotten laid in months"

I showed him my middle finger and he laughed.

"Tell me, what have you frowning so much"

I took a deep breath. I wouldn't tell him what happened because he was really close to Lando too. But I needed a friend to let this out.

"Okey. Something happened the other day"

George gasped and turned his body toward me.

"What happened?"

"It's... Something with a guy"

"You fucked someone?"

"Not... Like fuck fuck." I scratched my forehead. "We touched ourselves"

"Ooooh wow."

I rolled my eyes.

"Who is him? Do I know him?"

Yes, he's one of your best friends.

"No, I don't think so"

"So... Do you like him?"

"No"

"But... He is from home or... Your team? Another team? The media?"

I sighed.

"I can't tell you"

"Is he another driver?"

"No!" I fucking lied into his face. To my best friend. I couldn't just let him know. And I also had promised Lando to keep it safe, right?

"OK. Ok. And what worries you?"

"I never expected this to happen with him and I think he wants to repeat it, or even go further."

"And you don't want to? Did he do something you..."

"No! The thing is that I really liked it. But it feels weird to do it with him"

"And... Why don't you tell him? If he really wants to do something again?"

"Should I?"

"Yes?"

I sighed. Maybe he was right.

"Okey, I will think about it".

Lando Norris: Hey, something came to my mind the other day.

Lando Norris: Do you mind if I ask a couple of questions?

I looked at the screen for a long time.

Me: About what?

Lando Norris: Can we meet?

I looked around, suddenly worried about someone seeing the conversation.

He wanted to meet like last week? Was he going to just ask questions? What were those questions even about? Sex? Did he still have doubts?

Okay, YN. Stop. You are overthinking.

Me: okay.

Me: When?

Me: And where?

I saw the bubbles popping as a signal of him writing another message. I bit my lip waiting for it.

Lando Norris: Can I go to your room?

Me: Yes.

Was it even a good idea? I asked myself where all my confidence was. How had I been able to let him in my room, let him touch me, and even ask for him to let me touch him?

What the fuck was going on with me?

Lando Norris: I'll be there soon.

I felt a rush over my body. Soon. I needed to clean everything. And by everything I meant myself. I ran to the shower and made sure to be presentable for him. What am I doing?

Maybe he just wanted to talk about qualy. Or tomorrow's race. Or something completely different. I was sure I was overreacting.

I heard a knock on the door just when I was putting some shorts on. I opened it as fast as I could.

"Hey"

"Hey"

He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He looked good, and just as last week, he was blushing hard. We looked at each other for long seconds.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course"

I moved aside so he could come in and then locked the door. He had put his hands in his pockets and was looking at me.

Fuck. I had spent the whole week trying to take him out of my head, to not think about the noises he made when I touched him or how good his fingers felt inside me. For what? For nothing. I had a ting feeling between my legs and my underwear was probably already getting wet.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked fidgeting with my fingers.

"Can we sit?"

I nodded and followed him to the sofa in the main suite room.

"Good" He said letting himself fall into the cushions.

I sat down with my legs crossed in front of me.

"Well"

"Well"

He looked at me for a couple of seconds and then at his hands again. Was he going to tell me he had some kind of ITS?

"What happened the other day" he said and looked at me.

We can't ever repeat it again.

"Yes?"

"I want to ask if you are comfortable with the idea"

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"With what we did? Yes."

He took a deep breath and looked at me. There's when I got scared.

"Listen. You can kick me out or punch me or never speak to me again"

He was getting on my nerves. Why the fuck couldn't he go straight for it.

"Lando! Just speak already" I said slapping his arm.

"Ok, ok. Would you be keen on the idea of getting a few more lessons? Like together?"

I gasped. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. Mainly because I wanted more but it still felt weird.

"I think we are quite compatible and... I think we should keep learning together"

"Compatible?"

"Yeah, I once slept with this girl who laughed at me when I tried to suck her nipple"

I laughed a bit but covered my mouth.

"Sorry. She is an idiot. You don't laugh at people for making mistakes. You help them learn" I said trying to be serious again.

"See? That's what I mean. The first thing you told me was that I was safe"

Oh.

"I felt safe with you and I think that as I'm single and so are you we could use this as an opportunity to get some practice"

I let a ragged breath out.

"Practice? Do you want to have sex with me... For practice?"

He looked at me in panic.

"You can kick me out, I told you" He said with a trembling voice.

"I'm not going to kick you out, idiot"

Lando was probably the cutest guy in the whole world.

"I'm glad you felt safe with me, I felt safe with you too"

"But..." He said turning his face to me and looking really worried.

"Don't you think it's weird?"

He took a deep breath and gently took my hand between his, fidgeting with my fingers.

"Weird?"

"Yes. We have known each other for so long and... Having sex for the sake of learning?"

"Everybody?"

"You have never had sex with a man before, I see"

He looked down at our hands and blushed to say no with his head.

"Right, they are the most selfish shit in the whole world. Like if everything turned around their dick. And they don't even care to make you cum"

"Well, I don't want to be like that." He muttered. "I want to learn how to make a woman feel good"

He looked into my eyes when he said that, taking my breath away for a second.

I moved my thumb over his and thought about it. I didn't have much to lose, right? He was so cute and hot at the same time. I trusted him and we knew each other for a long time. Plus, he had already shown me how good at learning he was. It was a win-win situation for both of us. We would gain both experience and a good time.

"Ok, but we need rules"

He looked up at me and his eyes lighted.

"Yes. I can do that. Rules"

I got up and took a notebook and a pen from my bag. Then, I sat back next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Rule one. Always protection. And maybe we should get checked. I trust you and all of that, but we should make sure we are both safe" I said and he nodded in agreement. "Rule two..."

"Keep it secret. The second rule of the Sex Ed club is not to talk about the Sex Ed club"

I snorted at the stupid reference and I wrote it in the notebook.

"Rule three. We always talk about it first. We document ourselves and then... If it's needed, we practice. " He nodded again.

"Rule four, always make the other cum"

"Isn't it obvious" "Just write it." "And if the lesson is about sucking dick? My pleasure is not involved in that"

"I'm sure we can demonstrate that is not true. But what I mean is that, if you are learning how to suck a dick, you have to make me cum."

"Oh, right."

I looked at the small list. It wasn't much. "Do you have anything else?"

"Aftercare is an obligation. You don't make me cum and then leave, that's rude. And if it becomes too much or any of us gets uncomfortable, we stop. No matter what."

"That's rude, you are right." I said smiling. I was starting to have fun.

We looked at each other.

"So... Six rules." I reach my hand to him. "Treat?" "Treat".

He gave me a handshake and smiled.

I let the notebook aside and turned my body to his. I remember he said he had a couple of questions.

"So, what was the other question?"

He blushed again and I laughed because of how shy he suddenly was.

"Don't laugh"

"You are cute." I pinched his cheek and he laughed.

"I... remembered something you said"

"Mhm."

"You said that you almost fainted once using a toy. And I have never used a toy on anyone... to myself. And I have been reading a couple of things here and there and they always say that it's like super healthy for a relationship to use toys. And that a lot of people need to use toys to cum."

I nodded slowly.

"You want to see them? Have you ever seen one?"

He slowly said no with his head.

"I have two here with them"

I got up and went to my luggage and pulled the toys out. When I came back from the bedroom, he was sitting on the sofa, looking at his hands and breathing heavily.

"Lando? Are you okay?"

"Just nervous. I'll be fine"

I sat next to him and let both toys fall on his lap. A vibrating wand and a simple glass dildo. He let a ragged breath out.

"First of all, it's okay, Lando. It's just me. You don't need to be nervous, take your time." I leaned and kissed his cheek softly, feeling my heartbeat get faster. "Second, they are clean"

He smiled a bit. "Thank you" He whispered.

I saw how, very slowly, he took the vibrator in his hands and went immediately to turn it on. "Oh fuck!"

I laughed hard. "Yeah, oh fuck. That's the highest setting. You can lower it." I covered his hand with mine and showed him how the buttons worked. "My favourite is the sixth. If it's lower, it won't be enough, and if it's higher, it hurts."

He slowly nodded. "I suppose that it depends on the person, right?"

"Yes."

"How does it work?"

"You just...Well, you have to put it wherever you want and maybe move it a bit."

"Circles?"

I smiled. He remembered.

"On the clit, yes"

"And can you put this...inside?" He said lowering his voice.

"On a good day, yes. With some lube, obviously" "I may have to buy tons of lube for these lessons"

We both laughed and looked at each other.

"And this one?" He said taking the dildo.

"Well, you have to do all the job with that one. But I usually use them together, I can't barely cum only by penetration"

He smiled a bit. "Like if it was my dick?"

"Exactly."

"Sounds easy"

"It's easier than you think."

I saw him swallowing and knew instantly what he would ask. I felt a rush of heat running all over me.

"Can we..." "Yes"

I sounded desperate. I was.

"Well. Em... How?" He said nervously.

"Just... I'll take this off"

I pulled my trousers and let them fall on the side. I chuckled a bit watching his face.

"You have really beautiful legs, YN"

"Well, thank you, Lando."

He smiled.

"Lube?"

"Yeah, wait"

I went fast to the bedroom and when I came back he had taken his hoodie and shoes off.

"I need to be comfortable, YN" "I didn't say a word, Norris"

I sat back on the couch and looked at him.

"Do I get on the floor or..."

"I don't know. I haven't done this before"

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

He jumped to the floor and knelt in front of me. I gasped when his hands came to rest on my knees.

"Okey, deep breaths, YN"

We both took a breath, relaxing in our positions. I got more comfortable in the cushions.

"Ready? Do we need foreplay?"

"I'm ready and... I always use the wand for that. When I'm alone. Never go directly to it, on anything, take your time. Go slow, build it up."

He nodded.

Unexpectedly, Lando leaned and kissed my knee softly without taking his eyes from mine. Oh shit.

"Open your legs for me, YN" He said slowly pushing them.

I obeyed feeling a ticklish feeling between my legs.

"Nice panties" He said laughing a bit.

"Don't laugh, idiot"

"Patrick Star?"

"I said..." I stopped when I felt the soft vibration on my groin. "Oh..."

"Good?"

I nodded and bit my finger, observing how concentrated he was looking at the toy and moving it around my underwear's edge.

"Lando?"

"Yes?"

"I need more" I pleaded.

He smirked. That little shit...

"I will give it to you, but only because we are here for educational purposes."

"I would slap you right now, Norris"

"We will leave that for another time, baby"

After saying that, and without giving me time to respond, he pressed the wand on my centre. I was still wearing my underwear and the setting was low, but it made me moan softly and close my eyes.

I felt his lips on my knee again.

He was doing as I had told him, moving the wand in little circles.

"Oh shit." I could feel my panties already dampening. It felt really good.

"You good? Do you want more?"

I opened my eyes.

"Yes."

"Let me take this off."

I swallowed hard and watch his big hands slowly pulling my underwear down my legs. He was blushing and so was I.

Lando throw the Patrick Star panties away and looked into my eyes. "You can stop me now."

I opened my mouth to speak, but words wouldn't come. I was horny. My skin was burning, my cheeks were flushed and I had that anticipation feeling on my core. But I was also nervous because Lando was about to see my most private part. And there was no coming back from that. But I had already seen his. I had even put it in my mouth.

"YN? Are you there?"

"I'm nervous"

"It's okay. It's just me."

I sighed softly.

He leaned as he separated my legs, finding his place between them and capturing my lips in soft kiss. I moaned at the contact. He always tested good. And he definetly knew how to kiss.

I was so inmersed on the kiss that I almost forget about the vibrations going up my thigh.

"We need a safe word" He said to my lips and looking into my eyes.

"Pinapple?"

"Perfect, and two taps if we can't speak"

I nodded and cupped his face, giving him another kiss, interrupted by the wand firmly pressed to my centre.

"Ohhh... Shit"

He had changed the setting and I haven't noticed. It was higher now.

He sat on his heels and looked down.

"You are beautiful, YN" He whispered more for himself than for you to hear it, not knowing the impact that those words had on you.

From the two times you had been in this position with Lando, you had learned that he was all praising. He only had good words for you. And fuck. You loved it.

"How is it?"

"Good. Good. Press it on the clit, is where it feels the better"

He obeyed and laughed at my reaction. My legs closed without warning around his hand.

"You are so sensitive..." He said.

I nodded and bit my lip. The vibrations were sending waves of pleasure all over my body. I wouldn't last long.

"Shit, Lando."

I felt once again his lips on my thigh.

He was moving the vibrator in circles over my clit, driving me mad.

"Can I use the dildo?"

"Y... Yes"

He stopped the wand and left it on my belly as he turned around to take the lube and the dildo. I whined at the lack of stimulation out of a sudden. The cheeky bastard laughed a bit and I slapped his arm.

"Hey!"

"You deserve it"

"I could have kept the vibrator in place!"

"I want to make you cum" He said as if was the most obvious thing.

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me.

"How much lube is too much lube?"

I laughed watching him with the bottle and the toy.

"That's enough, Lando."

"Ok Missy. Are you ready?"

It's not the only time he calls me that. I thought.

"Of course I am"

I went back to my previous position and waited patiently. He looked into my eyes and then to my centre. Unexpectedly, he took his fingers there, collecting the wetness dripping from the previous stimulation.

I bit my lip and groaned when he easily slid one of his fingers inside of me. And then another. They felt so good. Just like I had told him, Lando moved his fingers slowly. My legs shook a bit when he hit my g-spot.

And once again, he stopped. I grunted.

"Lando, you need to stop doing that. Is frustrating"

He smiled.

"I like it"

I crocked my eyebrow.

"Edging?"

"Yeah. Now. Ready?"

I felt the dildo on my entrance and nodded. Fuck. Pushed it slowly, watching how the toy disappeared in me with an amused look in his eyes.

"Oh fuck" I moaned when he bottomed.

He pulled then a bit and the stretching made me squirm. I tried to grab into the sofa.

"Give me the vibrator" He said.

I whined knowing exactly what was coming. I passed him the wand and he turned it on.

"Six?" He waited for me to nod. "Ok. And I use it just as before?"

While asking those questions, he hadn't stopped moving the dildo in and out.

"Y... Yes" I moaned.

"Oh shit, you are too much" He groaned.

Lando pressed the vibrator on my clit and I couldn't contain a high pitched moan. I covered my mouth as fast as I could and he laughed.

"That good?" "So fucking good"

He had almost dominated the use of the purple wand, but he was a bit clumsy with the dildo.

The hoodie I was wearing was starting to be too warm, so I pulled it and threw it away, making him laugh.

"Overheating"

I nodded.

"How am I doing?"

"Good, good... Just..."

I took his hand and halt his movements on the dildo for a moment.

"Do you remember what I told you about the g-spot?"

"On the front wall"

I was getting more and more sensitive with every second the vibrator stayed against my clit.

"T... Tilt it a bit"

"Like this?"

He did it perfectly.

"Yes. Shit. You are good, Lando" I said closing my eyes and covering my mouth. I really hoped that Pierre, who was in the next room, couldn't hear anything.

The combination of the dildo against my most sensitive part and the wand on my clit drove me absolutely crazy. I was whining and squirming on the couch, unable to form a sentence or even look at the guy who was making me feel like this.

I was truly a mess and this was a fucking good idea.

"I'm gonna cum, Lando" I said softly.

"Ok, let go. You are doing so good" He said, even though I was just sitting here being pleasured.

He turned and moved the dildo faster, easily sliding in and out and making me moan loudly again.

I felt my whole body crumble as the orgasm hit me. I bit my lips and covered my eyes with my hand.

"That's it. Let go, babe"

Lando was leaving small kisses on my thigh.

I had to push his hands away from me when it became too much. I felt tired but in pure bliss. I felt like floating.

Lando got up and disappeared quickly to the bathroom I could hear the water running and the wardrobes opening and closing.

I gave enough time to recover my face and reach for my underwear.

"Stop there, missy"

I looked up at him.

"Let's clean you"

He pushed me a bit and my cheek got warmer.

"I can do it" I muttered.

He crocked an eyebrow and looked at me.

"I caused this..." He said with a cheeky smile.

He gently cleaned me, paying attention to his movements and being careful when I told him.

"There you go. Now. Patrick Star." He passed me my underwear and I put it on.

Then Lando got up and kissed my forehead.

Maybe it was all the post-orgasmic hormones, but I had a funny feeling in my stomach and when he came back, I could help but smile.

"A glass of water, we need you hydrated. How are you feeling?"

He gave me the water and sat next to me. I drank it and took a deep breath.

"You are blushy" He pinched my cheek.

"Well, I just had an orgasm. You would be blushy too"

He leaned and kissed my cheek. He was really the sweetest.

"Tell me. How was it?"

"I... It was really good, Lando. You learn super fast" I felt brave enough to caress his cheek.

"Yeah?"

I nodded.

"So..."

"9/10"

"Wow."

I smiled.

We looked at each other.

"Tell me, what do you want to do now?"

"What?"

"Rule 5. Aftercare is an obligation"

I laughed a bit.

"Just... TV?"

"Do you want to order food?"

"That sounds wonderful."

I curled on the sofa and he looked at me, getting closer.

"This is a good idea, right?" Lando asked softly.

"It is."

Next Part: Good with numbers.

[rowanaelinn]

Wires - Five

Masterlist

Warnings: Alcohol & drug use, NSFW | Word Count: 4,800

It had been two weeks since the first race of the season, and to start it off in a kick, the federation had decided that there would be three races in a row. So, they hadn’t had a moment of break in their traveling. First Germany, then Poland and they had landed in Australia.

The rhythm was hard. Maybe not for her as she spent her days reading in Aedion’s driver room, but she could see the exhaustion on her cousin’s face. The first two weeks had already been hard on him, but it was only physical exhaustion. What people didn’t expect about drivers was the sheer amount of workout they had to do to stay fit and be at their top to race. It wasn’t just getting into a car and driving fast, there was hours of work behind on all parts.

Not now that they had also changed time zones and that they hadn’t been allowed at least a week of break, mental exhaustion joined in the mix. Aedion wasn’t the only one. Dorian, Fenrys and Connall were the same, too. Though they all complained less than her over-dramatic cousin. Uncle Gavriel said it was a gene they both shared, and she couldn’t really deny the possibility of it.

But one think kept Aedion Ashryver going, other than his love for races, and it was the woman they were waiting for at the airport. He looked impatient, and she was sure that if it was socially acceptable to bounce like a kid, he would do it. Well, actually he would do it whether it was socially acceptable or not, if it weren’t for the fans who kept interrupting him for pictures and the paparazzi outside of the airport, sneaking pictures through the glass windows.

Gavriel stood behind Aelin, she didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but she appreciated it as she leaned into him which put weight off her leg. Their flight had been very long when they flew to Australia, and the pressure swollen her leg enough that even two days after, she was in more pain than she usually was.

Not that it meant anything. There was always something that made her hurt more than she was supposed to.

The side glanced at her cousin as he took pictures with two teenage girls. Apologizing and trying to gain his trust hadn’t gotten her pills back, at her despair. He still gave her the prescribed amount, but it wasn’t enough. She wouldn’t beg, if only because she was sure it wouldn’t help her case at all. If it did, she would already be on her knees.

“They need to stop asking for pictures,” Aelin commented low enough so only her uncle could hear. “It’s going straight to his head.”

He snorted, “We’re a few years too late to avoid that.”

Aelin barked a laugh, which earned her a curious look from her cousin which she ignored.

“Would you like us to find a seat?” Gavriel asked. “Just while we wait.”

She shook her head, “Nah, she’ll be here any minute now.”

Aelin didn’t have many friends in Spain, not after she spent her teenage years traveling the world with the same five boys and made her entire life revolve around them and dancing. But when she met Lysandra, they had instantly clicked. And yes, Aelin was a little jealous that when her friend and her cousin met, they had some sort of falling in love at first sight. After that Aelin came second, and she understood why. It didn’t mean she enjoyed it, though.

But now that Lysandra was joining on their travel, Aelin would spend a lot of time with her. Aedion was always so busy with training, press conference, quali, race days… That was a part of this whole travel Aelin was actually excited for.

Aelin let out the loudest squeal when she saw Lysandra with her suitcase and ignoring her leg and doing her best to not limp, she threw herself on her best friend. There was something comforting with the way Lysandra wrapped her arms around her, with how she told Aelin that she missed her.

Her smile was watery as she took a step back, holding her friend’s hand. “Thank Gods you’re here, I couldn’t stand all that testosterone anymore.”

Lysandra’s melodic laugh filled Aelin with happiness, “Always here to help.”

Aedion stole her friend away in a hug, lifting her in the air as they both laughed. They were so, so happy together. Honestly, it was a little disgusting to watch. Gavriel wrapped an arm around her shoulder and made a sign of his head for them to leave, “Let’s go eat something and join them back at the hotel.”

She nodded, “You’re right, I don’t want to be anywhere near them when they finally get there.”

His face was expressing disgust, “Too much, Lin.”

She laughed as she let him guide him to his car and then, as the annoying niece she was, she begged him the entire car ride to take her to a fast-food instead to one of these expensive restaurant he liked so much.

He gave in, of course.

---

“You could put on this dress,” Lysandra commented, taking one short black dress from her suitcase. She held it in front of her body, raising an eyebrow in question. The dress was very pretty, with a low cleavage and ended high over Lysandra’s thighs. It was everything Aelin loved, and what she would have worn if she could.

Instead, her smile faltered, and she shook her head, “I don’t wear dresses.”

Her friend’s smile turned watery as she cocked her head to the side, eyebrows puzzled, and she took a step on Aelin’s direction. “When will you stop being ashamed.”

Her entire body stiffened, “I am not ashamed.”

Lysandra didn’t seem taken aback by the bite in Aelin’s tone. “If not, why are only a selected amount of people aware of your injury? Why are you hiding it? Why do you purposefully avoid taking your crutches when you leave home?”

She narrowed her eyes, “Have you thought that maybe I don’t want my life broadcasted on every magazine that would find interest in me only because of who the men in my family are?”

“I know that,” Lysandra said kindly. “But even when it’s only us, your family, you hide.”

Aelin shook her head and got rid of her pants, leaving her only in her underwear as she grabbed her dress pants, they were blue and large around her legs. She didn’t usually change around people, “Happy now?”

Lysandra looked away, not daring to peek at her leg. At the scar tissue, at how ugly it was and deformed. Asking for Aelin to put on a dress and show this to the entire world… She would never. She quickly covered up, also putting on a crop top the same color as her pants.

“I just want you to be happy, Aelin,” Lysandra replied. “You’re too beautiful to hide.”

“I don’t hide,” she repeated, turning around to face her best friend. “I cannot let the Whitethorns know that they hurt me. That what they did still has consequences on my life. It’s bad enough that my father is in a goddamn coma, Lys. I’ll show strength for me and him, it’s the least I can do.”

“Or you can leave for yourself,” she said calmly. “Leave it all behind and heal yourself.”

For long seconds Aelin looked at her friend and wondered about what she said, but it didn’t sound good. Leaving something behind wasn’t something she did. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Hours later, they found their way into one of the most popular clubs of Sydney. Aedion had barely needed to name drop for them to enter without waiting, and then got led to the VIP section of the bar. It was just Aedion, Lysandra, Dorian and Aelin tonight, or so she thought until she saw the five guys gathered at one table, laughing too loudly to go unnoticed.

“It has to be a goddamn joke,” she whispered under her breath.

“Oy! Ashryvers and Havillard!” Fenrys yelled from his spot at the table, having stood so they could see him more easily.

“We can leave,” Lysandra said immediately, looking at Aelin then right back at the table. Because of course, Rowan Whitethorn was right there. He turned around slowly, and his eyes turned murderous when he saw her.

“I’m having fun tonight,” Aelin only said, plastering a grin on her face and went to that goddamn table.

---

For a second, Rowan Whitethorn wondered what he had done wrong for the Gods to despise him so much. Truly, he wondered. He wasn’t a saint, that much he was aware of. He did sometimes let his car touched someone else’s on the track knowing that it would cause damages, but it was only the game.

He also knew some of his moves were dirty when he raced, but again, he was there to win.

But he knew he had never done anything deserving a night out with the Ashryver cousins. Even murder wasn’t deserving of such a punishment. He had half a mind to leave, he could after all. He wouldn’t have to see Aelin tucked in Havillard’s goddamn side; he wouldn’t have to hear her snark comments.

But if he did, he might as well scream that she had power over him. And she didn’t. He didn’t care for her, hadn’t for years. Instead, he ignored her as best he could. She was his main problem, but someone else around this table was also an inconvenience to him.

Goddamn Aedion Ashryver.

A fierce and strong driver, an excellent one if he was objective.

But he was no more than the Galathynius’ dog, always barking and defending them. Their rivalry had expended from driver to driver a long time ago, and he knew the media was feeding on it. As if it was a joke, as if it was all pretend only for more success.

As if what happened that night wasn’t real.

They still talked about it in the media, always the same question coming up. Who told the truth? The Whitethorns? Or the Galathynius?

His PR team had blocked that question from any press event he attended, thankfully, but those snakes always found a way to bring it up. And each time, Rowan didn’t bother being pleasant.

He had to thank the alcohol for his patience tonight, even more so as Dorian Havillard stood and grabbed Aelin’s hand, leading her onto the dance floor. Her top was more than revealing, it showed almost her entire upper body. Did the young driver think he was being sly with his longing looks on her breasts? Or the skin of her stomach? Because he was quite obvious.

But Aelin was an attention seeker, and she probably reveled in this. Gods, he was too sober for that shit. Too sober to have to share the same air as her, the same space. He took a sip of his whiskey, and as if she could feel his eyes on her, she looked straight at him, her back flushed with Havillard’s.

She looked absolutely sinful that way, wrapped in another man’s arms with her eyes on him. Even if those eyes were hard and held none of the care they used to hold years ago. She’d been a great actress back then, he had to give her that.

He wouldn’t look away first, and she seemed to have the same idea as she tilted her chin up. Sometimes he didn’t understand, how their father’s friendship turned rivalry had changed their life so much as well, how one night changed everything. It was at those times that he found himself almost missing her. Almost.

He despised her too much to feel anything but hate about her. His father’s enemy used to be Rhoe Galathynius. Rowan’s was his daughter.

He leaned back in his seat as he took another sip of his drink only to finish it. Thankfully, him and Lorcan had had the genius idea to buy the entire bottle, so he didn’t have to leave his seat to get a refill. The plan for tonight had been getting drunk beyond reason and have fun. It was their first night in Sydney after all, with no training the day after.

He had asked Lyria if she wanted to tag along, if only out of pure politeness, but she was partying with other Red Bull’s engineers on the other side of town already. He had thought he would have a great boy’s night, until she barged into the room.

Dorian Havillard’s dancing grew bolder, which was a risky move with Aelin’s over protective cousin in the room, but Rowan noticed he was too busy with his tongue down his girlfriend’s throat to notice. Indeed, the young driver’s hand slid to her stomach, resting low enough that his pinky finger rested on her pants button. He took another sip of his drink, then another one.

Why were her eyes still on him? Why didn’t she enjoy Dorian’s nose nuzzling her neck, at the part of her skin he knew to be very sensitive. It looked like an affront, to show him what they used to be and how a man she had met three weeks ago could get it. Denying the importance of the two times he had her, years ago.

He finished his drink in one go, head buzzing. Then, the object of his attention was ripped away from him as Dorian turned her around, facing opposite from Rowan.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those goddamn thoughts. Beautiful, she was beautiful. It was unfair, really, how beautiful she was.

It wasn’t until he saw her sneaking away from the crowd and kneel discreetly by her cousin’s coat. Everyone around the table was too busy to notice her as she stood, something in her hand. Was that… money?

What the hell was she doing?

She seemed stiff as she walked out of their VIP floor, down to the normal floor. He shouldn’t care. She could go wherever the fuck she wanted to. He didn’t care. Maybe he could text Lyria, ask if she wanted to meet at his hotel. That would change his mind, at least he hoped.

But before he could pick up his phone to text her, he stood and walked out of the VIP floor, following after a Galathynius. The main floor was packed and loud, so much that he had no idea where she was. Had she an idea he was after her? Was it what she wanted, and he walked right into her little plans?

He didn’t care as he saw a head of blonde golden hair dressed in blue. He made his way through the crowd, watching as she was talking with a man he didn’t know. From the way he dressed and looked, Rowan didn’t think he had anything to do with their world.

She looked suspicious as she looked around, then went in her pocket and took out money. Lots of money. His stomach dropped as the guy took the money and placed a little bag in her hand. She closed her palm around it before he could see exactly what was in it, but he was almost sure those were pills.

Much thinner and smaller than him, Aelin made her way faster to the backroom than he could. He was tall and big for a F1 driver, something not advantageous in situations such as this.

What the hell was she doing in there? Was she taking whatever pill he gave her? The ones she bought.

Thousands of questions obscured his mind, so much that he didn’t really know what he was thinking, what he was feeling. But he didn’t expect the utter terror that took over him as he opened the unlocked door, only to find Aelin bending to sniff a line of coke.

He closed the door behind him, locking it and startling her at the same time. He hadn’t been wrong when he saw a small bag of pills in her hands, it was right there next to the sink. It was open, and he wondered if she had already swallowed some of them before deciding to have fun with the other bag, the one filled with white powder.

Her eyes were wide in horror as she quickly whipped her nose clean, as if it would erase what he had just seen.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She sneered.

“Are you on drugs?” He asked, though the answer was obvious enough. It only seemed surreal, that Aelin would use drugs. Not when she was a dancer, not after all the speeches she had when they were teens against drugs.

“Are you following me?”

It was then that anger rushed into him. Anger at his irresponsible she was, at how stupid. How careless. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He nearly shouted.

She stood taller, ready for whatever verbal combat they would enter. “Whatever the hell I do with my life doesn’t concern you, now leave.”

“Sure,” he spat. “Want me to buy you another dose on my way out?”

Her eyes shone with fake details, and she took a step toward him, “Don’t talk dirty to me, Whitethorn.”

He growled, also taking a step in her direction. She was tall, but he still had to look down if he wanted to meet her eyes, “Are you uncapable of taking anything seriously?”

She cocked her head to the side, “Or have you ever thought that I have no care for the way you think about me.”

He saw red then, “Don’t worry. You made it fucking clear that you never cared for anyone other than yourself.”

Instead of taking a step back, she closed the distance between them, having them face to face. “Here is what no one is going to tell you. You are no one. Just a guy that wins a little stupid car race once a week if he’s lucky. No leave no legacy, nothing behind you. I don’t care about what you think because you are no one, why should I care? You are no one, nothing.”

“What are you?” He sneered in her face. “I don’t see you do shit, Aelin.”

She chuckled then, unfazed by his anger. She tilted her chin up and whispered, “I don’t know, what am I? You’ve existed through your hate of me for years, you’re better fitted to answer this question.”

It was only then that he noticed how heavy their breathing was, how his fists were clenched at his sides, how much strength he used to hold himself back, but from what?

He looked away from her eyes for a second, only to look at her lips. Rosy, full lips. They were slightly parted, revealing a hint of her white teeth. He forced his gaze away,

What was she? He had many words for it. Insufferable, a brat, an egotistical being, vain, a traitor, the woman who broke his heart, beautiful beyond reason, entire irresistible, the most beaut—

He didn’t know how, only knew that almost came naturally for him, but the next second he had her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he placed her on the counter and broke the slight distance between their lips.

He could almost die at the feeling of her lips on his, at the oh-so-familiar way her body felt against his. At how wrong it felt, at how much he hated her but wanted her at the same time.

There was nothing sweet nor romantic with the way they kissed, with the way her hands grasped at his hair when his tongue stroked her lower lip.

With only one hand, Rowan wiped the drugs off the counter, making them fall onto the floor. She gasped, trying to pull away and ready to scream at him, but he cupped the nape of her neck, bringing their face together again. She gasped when he bit down on her lower lip, dragging blood as well as a moan out of her lips.

She was intoxicating, as well as addicting. He couldn’t get enough, and he hated it. He wished he could be repulsed by her, by her touch and scent. Not attracted to it. Her family were snakes, they had destroyed his in every way, and yet Rowan still touched her. Still slid a hand under her top to grab a breast, and how cock twitched at the moan she let out.

She tightened her hold around his waist, her hips moving as she grinded on him, tearing a groan out of his throat.

A hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her skin there and Rowan feasted on it. Under his lips, her skin was salty and sweet and everything he remembered. She moaned, gripping his shoulder and buckling her hips. “What do you want?” He groaned, voice much deeper than he anticipated, betraying the way he felt.

She was breathless as she breathed, “You know what I want.”

Slowly, his hand trailed up from her breast to her throat, gripping her right there. Her eyes shut in pleasure as he pressed himself against her, his cock already hard for her. It would almost be embarrassing if he wasn’t so entranced by the little noise escaping her lips. “Tell me.”

Her eyes burned as fire as she said, “I don’t beg.”

His fingers tightened their hold around her neck, pressing against the side of her throat to play with her blood flow. “I never asked for that, princess.”

“Your fingers,” she breathed.

He raised an eyebrow, flexing his fingers around her throat. “What about them.”

“I want them.”

Blood rushed south, but he wasn’t quite done playing. “Where, Aelin?”

“Fuck,” she breathed, moving her hips against his. With a hand on her hip, he stopped her movement. If only because he thrived on her desperation. “In me, Rowan.”

He grinned at that, “You want my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours, Aelin?”

Her cheeks flushed red as he unbuttoned her pants, he didn’t even need to lower them to slip his hand inside her panties. She let out the loudest of moans at the simple contact of his fingers and her folds, and heat spread through his veins. He leaned in, a finger teasing her clit and whispered in her ear, “You’re soaked for me, Aelin. Just like a little dirty slut.”

Her lips parted, and he flexed his fingers around her throat. Slowly, he slid a finger inside of her. She threw her head back, wiggling her hips. He forgot how reactive she was, how beautiful she was when being pleasured. He crooked that finger to hit a spot that had her eyes closing.

Her hand grabbed his wrist over her throat and brought his hand to her mouth, wrapping his lips around two of his fingers. Her tongue played with his fingers as his mind went wild, imagining how those lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

His finger was soon joined by another one, her moan quietened by his fingers, and he started thrusting. The noises coming out of her body were sinful, and with the way she panted he knew she was close.

He bit at her lobe, breathing in her ear as he asked, “Come and make a mess for me.”

And she did, spasming around his fingers. He replaced his fingers with his mouth over hers, swallowing her moans as she orgasmed, her lips barely keeping up with the kiss. When she came down from her high, he pulled out his fingers and gave her clit one last flick before slipping his hand out of her pants.

She looked beautiful, truly. He hated how beautiful she looked right after having an orgasm, the way she looked as if she was ready to ask for more. And he would give it to her, he knew that. His eyes fluttered closed as her hand gripped the bulge in his pants, heat coiling in his stomach.

But when he opened his eyes, it was like a slap in the face. A return to reality, too fast to be comfortable. Her nose was bleeding, and she didn’t even notice. Her pupils were blown out, a sign that the drug she had just taken started to work its wonder on her.

What the fuck was he thinking? Touching her in a bathroom. She hadn’t been under the influence yet, that wasn’t the problem. No, the problem was who she was, who her family was.

He took two steps back, startling her. She opened her mouth to speak but Rowan shook his head, “This was a mistake.”

He didn’t leave, not when she was on goddamn drugs. He grabbed toilet paper and wiped the blood from her lips before throwing it in the trash. Then, he washed his hands and told her to close her pants. “You are a bastard.”

“Old news,” he answered, unhurt by her words.

“I hate you,” she breathed, and he frowned. She almost sounded hurt, but she couldn’t be. Not when everything was a game to her. It must be the drugs talking. He favored this explanation over the unknown. The unknown was too scary for him.

She let out the loudest squeal known to mankind as he swiped her over his shoulder, a hand on her thigh to avoid an unwanted fall. He hated her, it didn’t mean he wanted her to hurt herself in the stairs.

She was kicking her legs in the air, her hands hitting his back, “Let me go, you oaf!”

He bit on his lower lip, holding in a laugh. Having intercourse with her was fine in his book, with their history… It had never meant much, neither had their kisses. They had never put words on it, always shoved it under the rug of friendship. It meant nothing. But his laughs… He couldn’t let her have his happiness again.

So, he ignored her and the curious gaes and the few people recognizing him and taking out of their phones. He rushed in the stairs but not too much, again he didn’t want her to fall.

Better to make the front page of trashy magazines than to leave Aelin alone while under the influence. And he had a feeling that if he asked her nicely to come with him, she wouldn’t out of spite.

Once on the VIP floor, Rowan let Aelin slid to the floor but as her feet made contact with the ground, she winced and let out a noise of pain. His eyes widened in alarm, hands on her shoulders, “Are you hurt?”

Shit, had he hit somewhere with her leg? Was it that? But she only laughed, threw her head back and laughed. Of course, it had been another way to gain attention, he pulled back and rolled his eyes.

As if by magic, Dorian Havillard appeared, “Ae, where were you?”

“Dorian!” She swooned, and he rolled his eyes. The brunette’s eyebrows were frowned, his eyes going between Aelin and Rowan.

“Stay with her,” he told Dorian and left, unfortunately not to free himself from the Ashryvers.

He went for Aedion, who was sitting at the table with the others. His girlfriend, who was sitting on his lap, was the first one to see him. Then Fenrys, who whistled, “You look like you come back from a wild ride, my friend.”

He ignored him, instead standing next to Aedion, “Can I have a word?”

He looked surprised at that, and he couldn’t blame him. They never talked, not unless they could avoid it. So, one of the requesting a talk was surprising. He nodded, and his girlfriend stood. Of course, she came along with them as they walked further, where no one would hear them.

Rowan stayed guarded, his eyes looking for Aelin through the crowd, but he couldn’t see her. Where was she?

“What do you want, Whitethorn?” Aedion asked, standing tall with his arms crossed.

He hated the feeling of wrong that settled in him, how he felt as if he was betraying her. But there was no relationship to betray, and he couldn’t do anything. But the man standing in front of him could.

“Your cousin took money from your coat, went downstairs and bought drugs. Pills and coke. She took some of them. I wondered you would like to know.”

The woman’s lips parted in surprise, and she looked at Aedion then at him. “And you’re telling us that for what?”

“Because I don’t wish for a drug drama shadowing this new season,” he lied. Truth was, he didn’t know why he was telling them that. She was grown, and it could have been a one-time thing. But even then… He had to do something.

He couldn’t read his rival, no matter how much he tried. “Are you telling the truth?”

“I am,” Rowan swore.

Aedion nodded, looking away for a second before saying. “Thanks for telling me. I’ll handle it.”

Rowan hoped he would. He didn’t know why, but he really did.

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[imthebadguyyy]

Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

[smoooothoperator]

Stronger(Lando Norris)

a/n: a little Sochi GP imagine... just to get it put of the heart. If you want more imagine like this let me know

The week started nice, a little bit rainy, but nice. We arrived at the airport early, so he bought us two coffees while we waited for the plane and the rest of the crew.

"Are you nervous?" Inasked him looking how his leg started to bounce while we were sitting. "Why do you think so?". "Lando, please. I know you". He sighed and looked at the floor, bitting his lip and then looking at me. "There's a lot of rain in Sochi. I used to be exited with rainy races, even the fans loved them. But... since Spa...". "You are afraid after the crash". He nodded with his head and looked again at the floor. "Hey, it's alright. Now the FIA knows what to do, I hope so. But don't be worried"

That was the start of the race week. He was worried. I was worried. Everybody were worried. When we arrived at the hotel the first thing I did was stare out of the window, looking the rain drops making their own race to see which one arrive at the bottom of the glass first. Lando lid on out bed, looking at the ceiling and sighing nervous.

"It's going to be the best race week. I swear it" I whispered, looking at him and walking near the bed and sitting on it, putting my hand on Lando's chest. He took my hand and squeezed it, sighing and then looking at me. "Come on, love. You have to go to the track"

He stood up and packed his backpack with his and mine things and grabbed my hand walking out of the room. We greeted everyone who wavef to us and stepped into the rented car, driving to the Sochi Autodrom. Kym saw us and took some photos of us arriving to the paddock, with our hands intertwined and smiling to each other. Charlotte and Jon saw us walking into the McLaren motorhome and they hugged me.

"He is a little nervous, I'll try my best to keep him calm, but I don't promise if it will work" I whispered into their ears.

Lando attended to the meeting with his engineers and mechanics and he did some interviews with Daniel. The first day was relaxed, nothing to worried about.

But the next days were a rollercoaster. The morning started with Lando looking at the street through the window, biting his lips at the sight of the rain. The practices were nice, he didn't complained about the rain or the wet track.

He was doing fine.

And then on Saturday, when they announced that the practice of the morning was cancelled he lost his mind. He closed himself of his driver room, meditating and calming himself by his own.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I think he will have a nice qualifying" Jon said when he saw that I was looking at the door of Lando's room.

Then he opened the door and walked to me, hugging me and kissing my lips with a smile.

"Thank you for being here" he whispered and then ran to the garage.

I watched the quali on the motorhome. I watched Lando getting the pole position. I watched how he opened the door and ran to me, wrapping his arms on my waist and pulling me into him. I laughed with him, celebrated his first pole and enjoyed watching his smile the whole day.

Then the race day came.

It started as well as expected. He woke me up hugging me and kissing my naked shoulder m, cuddled my a little while and woke up exited. The nerves of the previous days disappeared and were replaced by a permanent smile.

"You were right, darling. This is going to be the race of the season" he kissed my cheek before putting his helmet on and walked out of the garage.

I watched the race on his box, with Jon and Charlotte by my side. We exclaimed happy when he started to lead the race and fought to keep his position, when he got the fastest lap, when he leaded the race again.

But then the rain came back. At the start it was light, barely detectable. But then it was getting worse.

"Fuck" Jon groaned.

We saw the screen and they announced that all the drivers were changing their tyres. But when they said to Lando that he should change them...

"NO! SHUT UP!"

I jumped surprised by his scream. The garage was quiet, looking at the screens desperately. Charlotte and I grabbed our hands nervous, looking slowly how the mood on the box was getting worse.

And then he lost the control. He lost tho control of his car and slipped out of the track. I gasped, seeing how Hamilton took his position, watching how Lando tried to came to the pit lane, how his mechanics changed the tyres. Watching in complete silence how he crossed the finish line.

The garage at this moment was a scary place. No one was moving, talking or blinking. All of us were watching how he crossed the line the eighth.

"Oh my god, Lando"

He stayed some minutes on the car, we saw it. He didn't want to get out of.it, even this engineer reminded him of turning it off. George came to check on him, and I thanked him mentally. He got put of his car and ran with his helmet still on his head to congratulate Hamilton, hugging him without saying anything.

"I'll go see how he is" I whispered.

Charlotte nodded speechless

I waled through the paddock trying to contain my tears, feeling my breath getting heavier, and walked into the building. Everyone there were quiet, and when I saw Steve looking at the screen of his camera I walked near him.

"Where is Lando?". "He... he closed himself on his room. I tried to speak with him but he was quiet all the way here. Go talk to him, Y/N, you are the oy one that can do something".

I nodded and walked uo the stairs, standing in front of his door and knocking at it with hesitation. I didn't hear nothing from inside, so I opened the door slowly and look for him. He was standing there, in the middle of the room with his helmet on his head.

"Oh, my love" I sighed walking to him, but he took a step back. "I don't want you to see me like this" he whispered with shaky voice.

I bite my lip and placed my hands on his helmet, searching for his eyes. I know he cried. And he had the rights to do it. I kissed his helmet and pulled it off of his head slowly. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red.

"Baby" I sighed and put my hand on his cheek, tracing the line the helped left there. His closed his eyes hard, trying to erase the tears that are trying to escape. "You can do it, baby. I am here"

That was what he needed. He wrapped his arms around me and hide his face on my neck, and immediately his body started to shake with sobs. I walked slowly back and he followed me without letting me go, and lied on his bed.

"It's ok, it's ok. I got you"

He continued crying on my neck and I had to bit hard my lips to not cry. The door opened slowly and Charlotte's head appeared, but when she saw Lando curled against me and his body shaking with silent sobs, she smiled and closed it again.

"It hurts so much". "I know, honey. But your time will come. And soon. You were made to be a champion. What happened today was a demonstration that you can keep Hamilton looking at your ass for a long time"

I tried my best to make him smile. And he did it. I felt his lips smiling on my skin.

"Just be patient. Keep training. Keep fighting. What you did today was a mistake. But everyone does mistakes. Schumacher, Senna, Hamilton... but they learned from them. What you learned from today is that you have to trust your engineers, listen to your team. They do the best for you, they want you to win. And I hope you apologized to then because you screamed to them". "I did before coming here". "Good. Now, change your clothes, clean your face and show me one of your smiles"

He looked at me, tired and with puffy eyes. I pressed my lips on his and ofelt how he smiled.

"Smile, baby. Show them that you are strong, that you have the most beautiful smile even if your heart hurts like hell. I'll be there by your side like always". "I love you so much" he sighed and a little tear ran out of his eye. "I love you too, babe"

I walked behind him and when we saw Charlotte she gave me her recorder, smiling and nodding to me. I thanked her and grabbed Lando's hand, showing him the recorder and letting him know that I'll be by his side. He went to the interviews nervous, trying to not cry, and when he was trying to do it y squeezed his hand.

"Y/N" I heard Carlos on my back and turned around.

Lando was doing an interview alone, so I checked on him one last time and walked to the Spanish driver. When I was in front of him, he hugged me.

"Thank you so much for taking care of him. I was so worried that he closed himself and ran to the hotel instead doing the interviews" he whispered on my ear. "It's okay. And congratulations for the podium". "I would have enjoyed better if Lando was on top and I was second... it was our dream"

I smiled ti him and he walked to another interview. I saw George and called him, running to him and hugging him.

"This is for checking on him before" I thanked him and walked away hearing him laugh.

The next driver I shared a hig with was Daniel, who walked to us when we were coming back to the motorhome. He first hugged Lando, whispering something to him and then he hugged me.

"You are the best for him. You are his world. Thank you for looking after him, he deserves it". I smiled and tightened the hug a little bit more. "You finally bonded and I'm so happy for you, Daniel. He sees you as his big brother and his so happy to help you"

Daniel kissed my forehead and walked away, Lando and I watching how he greeted everyone.

"Let's go home, baby" he sighed, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

[fcb-mv33]

While we wait for official word on the appeals, wanted to mention something I keep seeing some people say. Apparently people think Haas might not renew Mick’s contract after this season as he’s costing them a lot and they apparently have the smallest budget of all the teams. Gunther also made a comment after this race about it not being ‘satisfactory to have a big crash again’ which is a weird way to word something like your car crashing unless you’re getting annoyed about it happening 👀

I literally never hear any of this so thank you for this lol I reply on ye for my info on other teams but shittt….

I mean look I like Mick but he has made a couple of v costly mistakes, I will say the last three or four races he has been better but he needs to work on his quali laps a bit better so that he doesn’t havw to do as much work on the Sunday.

Honestly I think they will keep him, it would be a serious mistake I think if they dropped him because lets be honest this is basically his first year in f1. 2021 was a shit box with a shit teammate, this is his first challenge in f1 with a car that should be in the top 14 most races even top 10 sometimes. He needs to work on a couple of little things and I think the media maybe need to chill a little on him, he has a shit load of pressure on him being in f1 which im sure plays on him a little bit. But if they don’t give him another contract id be v surprised.