#hertwood

[raapija]

Got inspired by @nico-di-genova ❤️

Unhinged text posts of my men 🫶

[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

[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]

[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.

—

"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 😉

[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

[argentinagp]

twick or tweat 🥺 uwu

[raapija]

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

[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.

[dystini]

Pairings Months – December - Hertwood

Colton Herta/Kyle Kirkwood

It is allowed to add others to the pairing, for example: Colton/Kyle/Pato

Fanfics. Fan art. Fan edits. Poetry. Whatever your creative heart desires. Any and every way to celebrate these two

All casual, no signups, participate at will. Start posting at midnight in your time zone. Tag your stuff #hertwood month so we can all see them.

Bring out your favorite tropes: friends to lovers, “they were teammates”, unrequited love (except is it unrequited?), idiots in love, pining

Or use the trope of the month – Fake Relationship

Nothing is off limits, even dark and dead dove is acceptable. Just tag appropriately so people can avoid it if it’s not their thing. NO SHAMING!

Longer fanfics and Ao3 links welcome, even if they’re not finished within the month.

Can you draw? Would love to see your art of these two. Give us the hugs and kisses we never got in real life.

Got a request for any of the above? Throw it out there and maybe someone will be inspired.

Look for a new poll around the 15th to pick the pairing for January.

[earl-grey-teacake]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF, IndyCar RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant, Kyle Kirkwood & Logan Sargeant, Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri, Arrow McLaren drivers & Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen (background), Colton Herta/Kyle Kirkwood (background), Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr (background) Characters: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Kyle Kirkwood, Colton Herta, Lando Norris, Patricio "Pato" O'Ward, Alexander Rossi, Nolan Siegel, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Leo Leclerc, Oliver Bearman, Arthur Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr Additional Tags: Social Media Posts, text chat, Humor, Sad love-sick Oscar, Logan living his best life in Indycar, Jealous Oscar Piastri, the Verstappen-Leclerc family, Auction AU Summary:

Williams was poor, easily the poorest team on the grid and sponsorships can only do so much. Now, down to the last 100 million, they have to auction off their most prized possession, their drivers. This would be the chance for Oscar to swoop in, to be the knight in shining armor to the love of his life, and ride off into the sunset.

Sadly, bravery and common sense had escaped Oscar so Logan's knight came in the form of Kyle Kirkwood. Now, Oscar watches bitterly from the sidelines, scrolling through posts after posts about how happy Logan is as he slowly descends into madness and makes it Mclaren's problem.

*****

A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @my-fall-from-grace FOR BEING AN AMAZING BETA READER ON THIS!!!! 🥰

[sugenberry]

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

[stockcarbaby24]

❤️ for hertwood maybe? 👀👀

Thank you so much! I've been trying to write something for them since the infamous Boyfriend Teammates fiasco. Finally pushing me to do this!

❤️First Kiss

Colton almost threw his pole across the boat after the millionth fish got away from him. He made a strained noise through his teeth, choosing to slam the pole on the bench instead and stomp off to get more bait. 

“You gotta reel slower, man,” Kyle offered, helping Colton get the bait out. “If you yank that fast it's just gonna scare the snapper off.” 

Hands on his hips, Colton frowned at him. “Man, I just wanted to go surfing. This sucks.” 

That was maybe a little harsh, he could see the way Kyle tried to control his annoyance. Threading the hook back for Colton, untangling the line from around the rod for him, then handing it to him with a raised eyebrow. The question in his face made Colton flame with shame from acting like a spoiled child. “Sorry…” He took the rod and shuffled away to cast out again. 

“Listen, I know you didn’t want to necessary do this, but Marcus wants to surf tomorrow so w-”

“No sorry, I’m just being a brat,” Colton had the decency to mumble. Really he truly didn’t hate this. He was having fun out with Kyle, enjoying the Florida beaches while they prepped for St. Pete. It was just that he hated fishing with a burning passion. Colton had never had the patience for just sitting around hoping for something would happen, and then maybe catching it when it did. 

But Kyle loved it… so he would try for Kyle. 

Kyle was quietly looking at him, his own rod abandoned on the other side of the boat. Colton tried to keep his eyes out on the water, but he was suddenly feeling particularly studied. Don’t frown to hard, look like you’re having a good time, stop glaring; none of his internal advice seemed to be helping though and Colton could feel his face getting redder under Kyle's eyes. He hoped he’d be able to blame it on the sun. 

“Hold on,” Kyle finally said, suddenly appearing next to Colton. The older man adjusted a couple things on the rod in Colton’s hands, letting their hands brush a few times as he readjusted the tightness of his line again. “Loosen your grip for me, okay cool, now place your finger here.”

“Here?” Colton tried to follow the instruction, while also trying to distinctly not stare at Kyle’s shirtless chest pressing right up against his arm. Like damn he was hot too, but he wasn’t trying to show off and accidentally give himself a sunburn. Kyle had a very different relationship to the heat and sun than he did though. Colton liked being outside, but California heats and Florida heats were so different. Kyle seemed so at home meanwhile under the searing rays and muggy air- like he didn’t feel it at all. All the freckles across his shoulders were like badges of honor showing off how Kyle had defeated the sun. Colton really tried to focus back on the fishing line…

Kyle shook his head, hand guiding under Colton’s. “No, here. If you put your finger here you’ll be able to feel the line move a little easier. Should give you less trouble to start your reel back.” He seemed like he was gonna add something else but hesitated. 

“What else? Give it to me straight, doc.” 

It made Kyle laugh. A sound Colton loved. Kyle had this laugh that could fill the entire space, spreading his joy around freely. But he was a little more sparing with those laughs, trying to stay focused and serious around the track normally. Any time Colton could get a laugh out of Kyle he wanted to record it. Save it away to replay when he was having a stressful day. He was sure the sound could cure his depression. 

“I was just gonna say; if you’re starting to reel one in. Don’t go so fast. Like, you need to pull back,” Kyle mimicked the motion without holding a pole so it looked a little silly. “But then stop and give the fish some slack… they yank again and start reeling.”

“If I get another one ever…” Colton sighed. He gave the rod a little jerk like Kyle had taught him earlier to draw the fish's attention to the tackle- in theory. In practice it hadn't seemed to work so far. 

Suddenly Kyle’s hand was patting his shoulder, squeezing a little and making him jolt. His hand was way too warm under the hot sun, making Colton sweat even harder, his shirt sticking to his shoulder. “Hey, if you wanna quit for now it’s okay. I just appreciate you coming out and trying this at all.”

Colton’s frown deepened and he held his ground. “No way man, I’m not gonna let a fish beat me.” He caught Kyle smiling out of the corner of his eye. “Besides… it makes you happy so.” 

And something seemed to click with that. Like the perfect turn of a reel, Kyle was on the hook without either of them realizing. 

Kyle stared at him in shock. “Why- why does that matter?”

The line was tugging out of Colton’s hands and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know he was holding it. What was this? His heart was inside his throat suddenly as he looked at Kyle. At this angle he could see that spill of freckles not just on his shoulders but his whole face, the same soft brown as his searching eyes. Uh oh.

“Well…” Colton fumbled to get the fishing pole in the holder on the side of the boat, just desperate for a break for Kyle’s scorching touch. “I mean… I want you to be happy and um, I wanna- I guess care about your interests?” 

“Why?” 

It felt like he was running out of fishing line, but he didn’t know what to- what did he want here?

Swallowing that lump stuck in his throat Colton worked himself to face Kyle. “I, um, well I mean…”

“Colton, why do you care if I’m happy? I’m just your teammate.” 

Colton jerked the pole, desperate not to lose this. “No. No you’re definitely not just a teammate Kyle, I…” he licked his lips watching his own shock mirrored on the other’s face. “I think I, uh, like you.”

“You think?” 

“Look man I don’t know how to explain it I-”

And Kyle was laughing again, grin reaching across ear to ear. “Colton, why do you think I was so determined to hang out with you without Marcus.” 

“Uhh…”

Colton couldn’t believe it as Kyle walked into his space, smiling at him wildly. “Is this okay?” he asked gently, hands hovering over Coltons body. 

Oh god this was- This was happening. Colton didn’t expect any of this; it hadn’t been a planned thing. But now Kyle was here in his grasp practically and he was confessing things he meant to keep locked down for the sake of professionalism and the other wasn’t pushing him off the boat for it. So he just jumped off himself. 

“Yeah, but can I kiss you.”

Kyle jerked his head back in surprise, but the smile didn’t fade. “Oh, my- uh, sure yeah. That’s… that would be nice.” 

Maybe this fishing trip wasn’t completely without a catch.

Colton gave a shaky exhale, hands landing on Kyle's hips, still clothed and a seemingly safer option to touch. He could feel the heat form his exposed skin above still and tried not to go crazy from it. Colton swallowed again, staring at the thin lips waiting for him, as Kyle’s own hands landed on his body. Pulling him a little closer, Kyle leaned down, giving Colton plenty of time to pull away or back out. 

Colton went for it. Their lips connected quickly and unsure at first, but Kyle tilted just right on their next pass and that was it. That same click of the fishing rod perfectly in place, and Colton was on his line this time. He felt like he was melting against Kyle for Christ's sake, leaning into his heat in the sweltering sun, moving his lips in scared little pushes. 

There was a chance they’d stand there forever, at least Colton would have, if Kyle hadn’t had the thought to pull back finally. “Holy-” he mumbled, licking across his own bottom lip. “Damn that was…” his fingers danced across Colton’s ribs and he was looking at the younger man like he wanted to eat him alive. Colton might let him too. 

“Colton… Do you… Oh my god, Colton your line!”

And both the men practically tripped over each other to stop Colton’s fishing rod from getting pulled into the ocean.