#hertwood

[raapija]

Got inspired by @nico-di-genova ❤️

Unhinged text posts of my men 🫶

[earl-grey-teacake]

Sad and pathetic in the Rain- Fic idea

*let me know what you think, I’ve been cooking this all day in the head. This is very different from what I usually write

*warning: explicit, mentions smut, objectification

So, here me out. Oscar and Logan are together but they break up at the end of 2024. Just the distance and all the emotions got too much and they separated but are still very madly in love with each other.

Logan lands a job at Andretti being their SIM driver and helping develop the car for 2026 at the beginning of December. Here’s where the drama starts…

Logan has ultimate bottom vibes. I mean wide eyed, whimpering, crying, the whole package and a lot of the drivers love it. When he first left Williams, Kyle and Colton invited him to join them so they could make him forget about everything Williams did to him. Then Pato finds out and wants Logan to join him and Alex wants to watch Pato treat Logan like a rag doll so they do. Then Scott and Josef want to join in since Logan looks likes a younger version of Josef and and it makes Scott want to wreck him.

Oscar realizes in January, that he’s a mess and thinks “Logan must be a mess too. I should hit him up, he’s in London rn” but gets no response. Meanwhile, Logan is being fucked into a bed by Nico and Lewis.

Oscar doesn’t find out until F175, when they are backstage and he finds out Logan had spent last week with Max and a Charles on a yacht in Monaco and Pierre and Yuki were with Logan in Milan the week before. Oh, and guess what they all know Logan is still in love with Oscar.

Now Oscar is crashing out internally at a huge televised event and having to keep it together while coming to terms with the fact that he loves his ex-boyfriend and his ex still loves him and also every couple on the grid has had Logan in their bed. That’s not all, at every available F1 race, Logan gets invited to a different paddock but never McLaren and the camera pans to Oscar just staring at the garage and silently losing it. Like Lewis dresses Logan is a Ferrari jacket that’s too big for him and it makes him look so small and the sleeves are too long.

Let me know what you think

[sugenberry]

[argentinagp]

hello~ i hope you are having a wonderful week so far!! since i am alexbrained atm do you have. favorite alex looks you'd like 2 share. like best race weekends based solely on how hot he looks. would love to have ur alex scholar insight on this one xoxo

ohhhhhh hmmmm i will go only 2024 bc it will be too much… but

monza 2024

brazil 2024 (even though it was disastrous)

hungary 2024

monaco 2024

spa

[hertwood]

thank you to @omigodyall for finding these stories from colton's girlfriend riley and her sister, of kyle and colton grilling in the late evening after the 500, in the midst of a thunderstorm

[sargewood]

how i imagine colton felt at nashville

[vrstppen]

boyfriend teammates in new york !!!

[stockcarbaby24]

Kyle Kirkwood/Colton Herta

9.3k words, completed, rated E

Summery

Kyle knew he was being too obvious. By about lap 40 it settled over him in a heavy awareness, screaming in the back of his head. Everyone is going to figure you out.

It didn’t matter. He couldn’t let it matter at this point, Colton was going to win this race and end his losing streak- Kyle was going to make sure it happened.

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Kyle sacrifices parts of himself to help Colton win the Toronto GP, but it all feels so worth it to watch the way his teammate smiles back to at him after the flag has dropped. Is it too much for Kyle to hope for more than just this moment together?

[i-am-church-the-cat]

ferrucci shut the fuck up challenge

"Fucking Ferrucci."

Kyle drops his bag on the floor and follows it's descent down onto the bed, only to be prodded out of it by Colton. He grumbles but allows himself to be herded towards the tiny bathroom.

"Fucking Ferrucci," Colton agrees, handing him a change of clothes before shutting the door on him. Kyle can hear everything the man does on the other side of the door and he allows the flimsy material to prop him up as he listens. Kyle hears him clatter around the kitchen to make their typical pre-race dinner of Aldi's chicken alfredo. The familiar sounds lull his eyelids to droop back down.

The banging on the door has him jolting back into action, yelling something unintelligible back at his teammate. Colton's unsympathetic laughter is the last thing Kyle hears before he slips under the spray.

He has a few texts waiting for him when he gets out of the bathroom, including one a few hours ago from Logan. It's nearly 3AM in Zandvoort but the time stamp is from right after Kyle got out of the car. He texts him and his mom back before shutting his phone off again.

The motorhome is as tiny as always and Kyle ends up pressed up against Colton's side, peering over his shoulder to watch him cook. The younger man's elbow digs into Kyle's stomach every time he stirs the heating pasta, but Kyle remains where he is until Colton tries to swat at his head with the spatula. Then he's laughing and moving back towards the couch.

There was no need for the pull out couch over summer break, obviously, but Colton still hasn't pulled it out since races started again. Kyle tries not to think about the arm around his waist and the head tucked into his shoulder that's the reason for that because then he'll want to talk about it and Colton has been very clear about Not Talking About It. So he sinks back into the couch and watches Colton silently, enjoying the rare moments during the race weekend when they're left alone.

The quiet stretches until, "I can feel you watching me."

Kyle feels the grin stretch across his face and he's sure Colton knows it's there even if his hasn't turned around. "I'm not trying to hide it."

Colton fills two bowls and turns towards him. Kyle grins harder seeing the tinge of pink on his face and Colton frowns deeper in response. "Just eat your dinner," he tells him, shoving a bowl into his hands before sitting down next to him. They're pressed from shoulder to hip so Kyle isn't worried about him actually being upset.

"Thanks," Kyle hums and digs in, ravenous now that he's been given permission to think about his hunger. They're quiet again except for the sound of their chewing and the movement of people outside the RV. Colton's motorhome feels so private sometimes that Kyle forgets that they're not that cutoff from the outside world. Definitely not enough to do anything more than sleep in the same bed, even if Kyle's thought's on the subject have tripled in these last few weeks.

"So," Colton starts, breaking Kyle from his revery. "Ferrucci. Think you can take him out for me tomorrow?"

Kyle snorts and sinks deeper into the couch - and even more into Colton. "Sure. You know the only thing I like more than you finishing first is you finishing second behind me."

It's supposed to be a joke, it is a joke, but it comes out a little more suggestive than he means it to. Colton looks down at him and suddenly his smile feels less genuine. He goes to look away, laugh it off, but Colton is already speaking.

"Alright," Colton hums. "You win tomorrow. I'll finish second."

"Yeah?" Kyle whispers, somewhere between shock and awe.

"Only seems fair." Colton's smile ticks up on one side. "You did it for me."

"Sixth and tenth are a little different than first and second," Kyle points out, ignoring how short-of-breath he sounds.

"You can do it," Colton says confidently. It sounds less like encouragment and more like a demand. Before Kyle can think of what to say, the weight against his side is gone. Colton grabs their bowls and leaves Kyle floundering in his wake.

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"Ferrucci needs to learn to shut his fucking mouth."

Kyle laughs as he hits the bed, the sound muffled when Colton lands on top of him and covers Kyle's mouth with his own. He tastes like champagne and Kyle wants to suck it off his tongue. And every other place Kyle had drenched on the podium today.

Of course, Ferrucci had shit to say about how Kyle and Colton fought their way to the front and then blocked him out of the top three. The insinuation that he and Colton were fucking didn't hit as hard now that it was true, though maybe more dangerous. Kyle just had to trust that no one gave a fuck what Ferruci had to say. He certainly didn't.

"You didn't come in second," Kyle huffs out when Colton finally gives him time to breathe. He casts a glance to the third and first place trophies sitting on the table.

"Oh, I'm about to," Colton assures, tearing at the front of Kyle's racesuit. He moves to help him even as he reminds Colton that their team is expecting them in an hour. His eyes gleam. "We'll just have to be quick then."

It is quick. Embarassingly so. But, Kyle supposes as he interlocks his fingers with Colton's over his dick. That's what it takes to come first.

[belles1011]

pitlane princess xoxo

(pato o'ward/alexander rossi; colton herta/kyle kirkwood; josef newgarden/scott mclaughlin; callum ilott/marcus armstrong; david malukas/alex palou; T-rated; 4.5K; chapter 1/3)

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In the high-stakes, high-speed world of the IndyCar paddock, the drama isn't just on the track.

When an anonymous figure, calling themselves "Pitlane Princess", begins leaking scandalous texts to the entire paddock, the drivers are forced to face the secrets they thought were private.

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I was so inspired by @userkritaaay sending me the original gossip girl fic from the 2009 grid (linked on the fic), that my brain spiralled into making an IndyCar-based one!!

I look forward to your guesses of who pitlane princess is 😉

[raapija]

Boyfriend Teammates celebrate 4th of July with their Swedish golden retriever

[earl-grey-teacake]

i would like to propose an idea to add onto your “kyle cursed williams” train of thought:

my mothers family is from a Deep South Bloodline aka the town they live in has a street named after one of my ancestors. my great grandma has a house there still. there is 100% a spirit or portal in her backyard, i have felt it every time i visited. it is there and it is Old And Powerful.

i say that me, logan’s boyfriend (kyle kirkwood) and his boyfriend’s boyfriend (colton herta) sacrificed a deer heart and some food to the spirit in exchange for the spirit to haunt williams racing (james vowels specifically). and also at some point kyle threatened to put james on a milk carton.

thank you for your time

I just published Iron nails. Goat's Heart. Cursed dirt. Santal candles from Diptyque. Floor tarp. I am not even joking, I was finishing up the last paragraph when I received this and I thought it was so fitting considering the ending of the fic.

But I 100% agree, please go down there and do what you need to do. Ruin that British man's life, it's what he deserves.

Kyle can not and should never be in the same room as James Vowles because both Logan and Colton are going to run out of money bailing him out of jail.

[sugenberry]

Finally watched the Toronto race and it'd be more subtle if Kyle had just written "marry me?" with tyre marks on track

[argentinagp]

ALSO only if u r comfortable sharing i would love 2 see the new haircut 👀👀

hehe yes for sure

[hertwood]

Whatever you want (5k, Kyle/Colton, Explicit, a/b/o, Alpha/Alpha)

Kyle’s fucked omegas all his life because it was straightforward, what he was supposed to want, but he’s never wanted anything more than this. He's afraid he won't like it, he's afraid it'll hurt. Even more, he's afraid that if he doesn't try it now he'll never be able to stop thinking about it.

[alexanderossis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IndyCar RPF, Motorsport RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colton Herta/Kyle Kirkwood Characters: Colton Herta, Kyle Kirkwood, Bryan Herta Additional Tags: Nashville GP, heatstroke, Whumptober 2023, I don't know how the med centre works pt 2, Fainting Series: Part 5 of Whumptober/Kinktober 2024 Summary:

The exhaustion from the race hits Kyle at full force now that he’s standing in the direct sunlight. He can feel his pulse thrumming under his skin, suddenly feeling itchy and hot in his race suit. He hadn’t found it too crazy hot during the race, but he feels it now. His head pounds and he swears he could raise his hand to the back of his skull and feel it pounding under his skin. The wave of nausea floods over him again, and this time he can feel the world spinning. He closes his eyes, tries to take some deep breaths. Even with his eyes closed, he feels woozy, like the world is off its axis, spinning out into the universe.

-- Whumptober Day 5: Heatstroke