#i need everyone to apologize to checo

[saicoon]

fuck redbull, all my homies love checo pérez

[norrisainz33]

friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[sebscore]

gen z!reader is this sweet, bubbly, bright ray of sunshine who could honestly do no wrong, so I'd love to see a fic where in a driver's meeting gen z!reader loses their shit and calls out the FIA for their blatant sexism and misogyny in front of everyone and everyone is shocked cause they've never seen them gets this mad before.

NO ONE LIKES A MAD WOMAN

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader (+ cameos from brundle, susie and buxton) 

warnings: sexism. fia is fia'ing. swearing. my own unaccurate ruling of penalties (it's for the sake of the story, just go along with it). susie mothering. it wasn't sure to me who conducted the driver's briefing during this time so I just picked a random name from the many that I came across. 

author's note: less comedic one this time, hope you enjoy it anyway! 

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''Alright, thanks for clarifying, Checo.'' Derek concluded, glancing down at his journal to see what the next topic of discussion was. 

The director scratched his voice before addressing the drivers again. ''Uhm, we also wanted to remind everyone to be wary of what they say in the media regarding our organization,'' he stated, ''the FIA has the feeling that there have been deliberate attacks on them the last few weeks and they are willing to give out penalties if it happens again.'' 

The drivers looked at each other, confused by the sudden declaration that the FIA has been receiving ''attacks'' from the drivers. ''Can you give an example, because I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'm confused.'' George spoke up, the others nodding along to his question. 

Derek flipped through his papers, trying to find the notes his colleagues had given him regarding the ''offensive'' comments that had been made against them. 

''Oh, here,'' he put on his reading glasses, holding the piece of paper farther from his face, ''the comment they're referring to was one made by… Y/N at the previous race.'' 

The young woman's head sprung up at the mention of her name, clueless as to how she could have upset the FIA. ''What? W-what did I say?'' She managed to stutter out, all the eyes on her making her feel uneasy. 

''Uh, you were asked about the diversity in the sport and you said, and I quote: 'The FIA should do more regarding women in motorsport, there are still many things that need to be changed.' End quote.'' Derek answered her, putting his paper back in place. 

Y/N frowned at the man. ''I don't see what's wrong with that, to be honest.'' She told him, failing to see how the FIA would feel this was a ''deliberate attack''. 

The director sighed, already getting the suspicion the woman would not be happy with what he was about to say. ''Certain members of the board were offended by your words, because they saw it as you accusing them of being sexist.'' 

The silence in the room was deafening, every single person awaiting Y/N's reaction to Derek's clarification. The drivers took a glimpse at her, trying to read the indifferent expression on her face that didn't give much away about how she was feeling. 

''They think I'm accusing them of being sexist? What I meant was that they should take more actions in encouraging young girls to get into racing- I don't understand how that would correlate to me calling them sexist.'' Her usual cheerful tone was replaced by a monotone voice that almost scared some of her colleagues. 

Derek took a deep breath again. ''Well, they felt like you were insinuating it and they are offended by the alleged insinuation.'' 

''Just because they are offended doesn't mean they're right.'' She bit back, not missing a beat. 

''I'm simply delivering their message, Y/N,'' the director told her politely, wanting to remind her that he's not the person she should be upset with, ''anyway- if you go up there and apologize for your comment, they're considering leaving it as a warning for you and also the others.'' He finished the list of notes they had given him. 

The reaction from the room wasn't one he was expecting; absolute outrage. 

''She shouldn't apologize for that neither should she be penalized for it.'' Sebastian was the first one to speak up, directly looking Derek in the eye. 

The drivers agreed. ''Yeah, it's called freedom of speech.'' Max added, also not seeing why Y/N should go down there and say sorry to the members of the board. 

''Like I said earlier, I'm simply delivering their message.'' Derek repeated himself, feeling the tension and frustration growing in the small space. 

''But don't you see how ridiculous this is?'' Sebastian rebutted, hoping the man at the front could at least agree with them and say that it was indeed a weird request. 

Derek shook his head. ''I'm just the middle man, Seb,'' he sighed, turning his head towards the quiet female driver, ''Y/N, make it easier for yourself and go up there after the meeting, you don't want to receive a penalty for something like this.'' 

''I'm not apologizing.'' Her voice comes out strong, not in an aggressive way, but in a manner that lets everyone know she's not backing down. ''Give me as many penalties as you want, I'm not accepting them.'' She crossed her arms, indicating she was sticking to her words, almost stubbornly. 

The other drivers looked on proudly, glad she was standing by her belief and didn't give in simply because it would make everything ''easier''. Lewis gave her a nod, subtly letting her know he supported her and had her back. 

''Alright, then that will result in a fine of a number that is yet to be determined.'' Derek picked up his pen and wrote down that she would not come by their office, already knowing his colleagues wouldn't be happy with it. 

''Just so you know- I'm not paying that.'' Y/N said, matter-of-factly. 

Derek looked up from his journal. ''If you refuse to pay the fine, we can either add a grid-place penalty or a time penalty.'' He recited the rule as if he had done it a million times before. 

''Derek, this is stupid,'' Kimi decided to voice his opinion, ''the race shouldn't be affected, because of a comment she made that had nothing to do with racing in the first place.'' He defended her, allying behind her stance to not accept any of the penalties they give her. 

''I'm just doing my job, Kimi.'' 

''I also want to just do my job, Derek, which is racing, but these ridiculous rules to silence me prevent me from doing that.'' Y/N argued his response, just wanting him to see her point of view. 

The director's hand went over his face, seemingly wiping his agitation away. ''No one is trying to silence you, Y/N.'' He quickly answered. 

''That's why all the other drivers receive penalties whenever they question the FIA, right?'' Her comment must have shut him up as he solely put his pen down without saying another word about the matter. ''Yeah, that's what I thought.'' 

Y/N felt her presence wasn't longer necessary as she stood up from her chair, ready to leave the room and join her engineering team in preparation for the upcoming race. However, Derek felt different about that. ''The briefing isn't over yet, Y/L. Sit back down, please.'' 

''I'll see you at the next meeting, Derek.'' She ignored his plea and walked towards the door. 

The director stood up from his desk at the front. ''Y/N, if you leave before it's done, the board will-'' 

''The board can kiss my ass.'' 

''Y/N Y/L RECEIVES A 20-PLACE GRID PENALTY AHEAD OF THE 2021 SPANISH GRAND PRIX DUE TO DAMAGING REMARKS AGAINST THE FIA'' 

''FIA RE-EVALUATING Y/N Y/N's PENALTY AFTER BACKLASH'' 

''FIA SUSPENDS GRID PENALTY OF Y/N Y/L DUE TO AN ERROR'' 

The day after the driver's briefing had been quite eventful to say the least. As soon as the FIA announced that she had been given a penalty, the backlash from drivers, fans and reporters started. 

Lewis had condemned their decision claiming it was based on nothing and that nothing about her comment was an attack on the organization. His teammate, Valtteri, followed him in his opinion stating: ''Drivers should be able to say what they want to say, she doesn't deserve a penalty for that.'' 

Sky Sports F1 reporter, Martin Brundle, also came to the driver's defense. ''If we're going to punish drivers for stating their opinions, we might as well get rid of the entire sport, especially if what they're saying isn't far from the truth.'' 

After finishing P5 in the race, Y/N spoke to Will Buxton in her post-race interview. ''You must be very happy with your result today, considering you almost had to start from the very back of the grid.'' 

''I'm content with today's race, obviously would have loved a podium but Mercedes was better today,'' she chuckled, ''yeah, it wasn't fun waking up to that news, but I'm happy that it was reversed and the support I received was just- wow, I'm very grateful for everyone.'' 

''According to some sources, it got pretty heated in the driver's briefing on friday- would you like to clarify?'' Will asked her. 

A sarcastic laugh left her mouth. ''I would just like to forget about it, moving on is the best thing to do right now.'' She smoothly avoided the question, figuring she shouldn't make the FIA more mad by airing out all their business. 

''Alright, thank you so much for talking to us, Y/N and congratulations on your race today.'' He nodded, bidding her goodbye. 

On her way back to her team's hospitality, she was stopped by none other than Susie Wolff. ''Lewis told us what happened during the briefing- I'm very proud of you for standing up for yourself, not everyone could have done that.'' 

''It was so awful, Susie,'' Y/N hugged the older woman, ''it's like they just wanted to give me some sort of punishment- I don't even want to know what would have happened if I went down there by myself.'' Susie rubs her back at her words, also not wanting to think about what could have gone down. 

''It's okay now, honey,'' they pulled apart, Susie's hand staying on her shoulder, ''by the way- did you really say that the board could kiss your ass?'' 

Y/N laughed at her question, excitedly nodding her head. ''At first I wanted to say something like 'the board can stick that penalty right up their ass’ but I needed a cool getaway so I opted for something shorter.'' 

''Atta girl'' 

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[disneyprincemuke]

driver’s parade * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: HEHEHEHEHEHE

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

“hey, florida man!” you call out, jogging to catch up to the taller man ahead of you. “heading to the driver’s parade?”

“aren’t we all?” logan answers, turning around to glance at you. “hi.”

“hi,” you greet back with a proud smile. lunch had gone great with alex and george the day prior. though, it was still a little awkward from the obvious disconnect between you and the american driver.

he was slightly more withdrawn and only talked to alex and george when he needed to. he only ever spoke to you when you spoke to him. alas, you are still very committed to make a best friend out of the younger man.

admittedly, his tendency to be quiet and a little shy is very reminiscent of when you attempted to make a friend out of lewis a couple of years ago. and kimi, when he was still around.

though, kimi was a lot different from lewis and logan. he still had his moments.

“how’d you enjoy your first race weekend?” you ask, glancing at him as you take a sip from your water bottle. “have fun?”

“it’s okay so far,” he shrugs, dropping his head slightly. “have you seen alex anywhere?”

“you don’t like hanging out with me?” you frown jokingly. a smile stretches your lips when his head shoots up, eyes wide as strings of apologies start to spew from his lips.

“no, i didn’t mean it like that. i’m sorry. it’s just-“

“i’m kidding!” you laugh, patting his shoulder. “i’ve only seen you with alex anyway, so it’s probably just a preference.” you turn and scan the pitlane, lips pressed together. “he should be around here with george.”

“how come you aren’t with them?” logan hums hesitantly, glancing at you shyly with his hands in his pockets. “i always saw you guys together last year.”

you laugh. you’re typically sighted with george and alex by default: george is your teammate and alex is his best friend. it’s just a natural thought that george and alex come together as a package deal to you.

“yeah, but i try not to intrude when they’re out dating,” you wave off his concerns, “makes me feel like a third wheel.”

“they do kinda have that effect, don’t they,” logan mutters, shaking his head. “so, um…”

“oi, you’re late!” you look ahead, finding your teammate with his hands on his hips. behind him in the truck that’s supposed to take everyone around the track collectively. “come on, we’re waiting for you guys! and max. where is max? have you seen max?”

“why are you asking us like we’ve seen him?” you scoff, watching george hop onto the back effortlessly. “i haven’t seen him. ask checo.”

“you don’t suppose he’s ditching,” george whispers, bewildered at the though.

“is he allowed to do that?” logan asks softly, glancing at you.

“no, but he’s max,” you point out. you rest your water bottle on the surface of the truck and hold your arm up to george. “he can do whatever the hell he wants.”

“yeah, we’ve stopped asking questions,” george giggles. he grabs your extended arm, yanking you up easily to the elevated surface of the truck.

somehow, in the past year of being teammates, you and george have perfected the art of lifting you onto the back of the truck effortlessly.

you pick up your water bottle before you turn around to face logan. you extend a helping hand towards him and smile. “come on.”

george watches you with his eyebrows furrowed, also yanking the rookie up to stand between you. “aw, that’s kinda sweet,” george teases as logan walks past them after alex calls for him to walk further in. “you reckon you guys are friends now?”

you huff, shaking your arms. “he’s a tough nut to crack. he’s very shy.”

“now you know what it’s like trying to be your friend.”

[sunny44]

Marriage (Part 7)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex!fianceé

Warnings: sickness

Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.

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Months passed, and Mason and I were doing well. After our trip to Spain, we faced some challenges, but with time, we managed to sort things out. The fact that Max wasn't a constant presence in our daily lives made things easier.

Today, Mason had a charity event to attend, and I was accompanying him. I usually don't enjoy such events because the focus tends to be on me, and people don't have many positive things to say about my appearance.

During the event, as we sat at the dinner table, laughing and talking, I noticed Christian, Checo, and Max approaching.

"Good evening," Christian greeted as an event staff member indicated that this was their table.

"Good evening," Mason and I responded simultaneously.

"Hey, everyone," Max said, and luckily, Christian took the seat next to me.

"Hello," I replied, quickly shifting my attention back to Mason.

As they served dinner, Mason's chosen dish arrived, and looking at it made my stomach churn.

"Are you okay?" Max asked, and Mason looked at me.

"Love."

"I need to go to the bathroom." I rushed off and went to the restroom.

I barely made it to the bathroom, and I think I vomited everything I had eaten in the past few days. The door opened, and I felt someone holding my hair.

"Are you okay?" Mason asked, and as I tried to answer, I vomited again.

"I'm sorry," I replied, starting to cry.

"No need to apologize," he said, patting my back. "What happened?"

"I just felt sick out of nowhere, don't know why." I took a deep breath. "I think it might have been something I ate."

"Okay, let's go home."

I stood up, and after washing my mouth with water, we returned to the table to grab our things to leave.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, and I could see the concerned looks from everyone.

"I'm fine, just felt unwell," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. "Can we leave?"

"Of course," Mason said, grabbing our belongings. "It was nice seeing you again; hope you enjoy the event."

"Thank you," Checo replied.

"Mason," Christian called. "The team really enjoyed your presence at the last GP and asked me to invite you both to attend the Monaco GP next weekend."

"Thank you, we'll consider it," he smiled, taking the tickets.

When we got home, I went straight to take a shower and brush my teeth to go to sleep. Besides feeling a bit dizzy, I was nauseous and tired, needing a good night's sleep.

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit better, but still not great."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Can you make some tea for me?" He agreed and kissed my forehead.

My mind was wandering, and as I waited for Mason to return, I was scrolling through Instagram and came across a photo of Lauren, Declan's girlfriend, with baby Jude. Something clicked in my mind – my period was supposed to have come weeks ago, and now I realized it was late.

"Y/n." I snapped out of my thoughts as he snapped his fingers. "Are you okay? Going to vomit again?"

"No, I just got distracted." He nodded and handed me the tea.

It's safe to say I didn't sleep at all that night.

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[clxja16]

To hell and back

Part II

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: childhood trauma, established relationship

Warnings: none I think

Word Count: 1.5K

Author's Note: ummmm I have no idea if this is what everyone was expecting for a part two because I didn't think it was gonna go this way. Also apologies for taking this long, I ended up being really busy this past weekend. but nevertheless, enjoy.

Part I

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After leaving the hotel room, you went to a boutique hotel down the street, and got a room for the night.  You didn’t want to be anywhere near Max at this moment.  You were so angry with how he spoke to you, what he accused you of being.  You never asked him to take care of you, to pay your bills, to give you money.  You haven’t even been with any other driver, except for him.   You put your phone on silent and went to bed, you weren’t going to make amends tonight.  You were gonna let Max sit with his words.  You were gonna make him regret every speaking to you in that way.  

The next morning, you thought about delaying your return even further.  Maybe get breakfast before going to see Max.  You wanted him to truly understand what he said to you.  He thought of you as a gold-digging whore, you were gonna act like a gold-digging whore then.  However when you grabbed your phone, you were met with over a hundred missed calls from, not only Max but, the entire Redbull racing team.  Max, Daniel, Checo, Christian, Liam, Geri, even Carola tried calling you last night.  It seemed as if everyone with your number, that Max knew, tried to call you. Your text notifications were worse.  Not only did you actually receive text messages from everyone, but your social media messages were also filled.  You were beginning to feel a little bad about last night.  You opened your text messages with Max, scrolling to the bottom for the most recent text to read; 

Max: you don’t need to come back, but at least tell me you’re safe.  Christian said that if we don’t hear from you in the morning, then we’ll call the police.  I need to know that you’re safe, y/n. 

You were overwhelmed with guilt, regardless of how Max made you feel, you should’ve let him know that you were safe.  You didn’t, you couldn’t delay any further.  You raced back to him.  

You thought of a thousand ways to make it up to him.  How you would apologize to him, what you would say, how to explain your thought process to him.  But as you got closer to the hotel room that you left him in, you slowed down.  You thought about last night further.  

‘Gold-digging formula one whore’ were his exact words, and you were gonna apologize to him?  You wanted to laugh at yourself for being so forgetful.  You were going to apologize to him, for not informing him that you were safe, but nothing else, nothing more.  He needed to apologize for his words, he needed to beg for your forgiveness, he needed to make amends, not you.  He caused this to all happen, not you.  These were his words not yours. 

You opened the hotel room door, to see him sitting on the couch, he was awake.  His eyes bloodshot, when his eyes met yours, he shot to his feet.  You could see his shoulders relax.  The sight of him, broke your heart a little.  Tears welled in his eyes, as he made his way towards you.  You let the door close behind you, but you didn’t dare move a step towards him.  It seemed as if one night, aged him by years.  He looked exhausted, his hair sticking out in certain places, he was still in last night's clothes.  

As Max stepped right in front of you, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist.  You felt his tears dampen your shirt, you were taken aback by the action.  Max was not one to cry.  His soft sobs made all the anger you felt from last night dissipate. You didn’t know what to do, frozen in place.  

“Max,” you whispered softly, scared that you would break him, if you spoke any louder.  

“I was so scared y/n,” Max whispered against your waist, as he clung to tightly, before looking up to you.  You ran your fingers through his hair, taking note of the bags under his eyes.  

“Did you sleep last night?” You ask, as your voice fills with worry.  

Max shook his head, “I didn’t want to miss you, if you called.” 

“I shouldn't have left, I’m…” 

“Don’t,” Max cut you off, getting to his feet.  Taking your face in his hands, tilting your head up to maintain eye contact with him, “don’t apologize, this is my fault.  I should have never said such vile words to you.  If I was to ever say anything disrespectful about you or towards you ever again, I shall rip my own tongue out from my mouth.  You don’t deserve my drunk outburst.  You don’t deserve my whiplash of emotions.  You deserve someone better…” 

“I don’t want someone better than you,” you grip Max’s hands as he holds your face, “I want you, and all the emotions you hold inside of you.”  You stared into Max’s eyes, you could stay in this moment forever.  You could be right here with him for the rest of the world’s existence.  

There was a knock at the room door behind you, both you and Max hesitated to move; wanting to be in that moment with each other for a second longer.  “Max,” it was Christian that called out, “did you hear from y/n?”  Max pulled away first, you could feel his fingertips linger, not wanting to let go of you in the slightest. 

Max sighed, as he moved to open the door, “hi, I’m sorry, she came back this morning, you were right.” 

You stepped out from behind Max to present yourself, “sorry for the trouble I caused last night.”  You make a mental note to apologize to the team for the trouble you caused.  

Christian sighed, “are you okay?”  Christian directed his question to you, he had never seen Max so worked up about anything before last night.  Max was a champion at heart, he always acted like a true champion, someone that was always calm even in the most tense situations.  Max didn’t allow for distractions to bother him.  Until last night.  

“I’m alright, I was just very angry last night,” you said, beginning to feel more guilty for causing so many people to worry.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” 

“It’s my fault, Christian,” Max spoke up, taking your hand in his.  “I was drunk and I said things that I shouldn’t have, It won’t happen again.”  Max turned to look at you, you could see the emotions swirling in his eyes, “It will never happen again.”  

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After taking a fresh shower, and getting cleaned up, you and Max went out to get breakfast together.  You sat across from him at the table, on an open terrace.  The sunshine highlighted his hair, to look like gold foil.  “You know,” Max said, not looking up from his menu, “I've been thinking about last night, and how to make it up to you.” 

“You don’t need to make it up to me,” you shook your head, as you spoke.  

“You said you love me,” Max recalled, making eye contact now, “that’s the first time you ever told me you love me.” 

You and Max had only been together for a short amount of time, and this was only the third race you attended with him.  “And?”  You asked.  

“Did you mean it, or were you exaggerating to make a point?” 

You couldn’t stop the confusion writing itself across your face.  You wondered how broken a person had to be, to ask that type of question.  “I meant it,” you said, sitting up properly in your chair, “why would you think I didn’t mean it?” 

Max sighed, looking back down at the menu in his hand, “It’s been a long time since anyone said they loved me.” 

“Max,” you spoke up, reaching for his hand.  Max closed the menu, grasping your hand firmly, looking at you with emotions swirling through his eyes. “I love you.” You watched Max pause, taking a deep breath, before letting go of your hand and looking back at the menu.  “Max,” you called out to him.  He looked up at you, as tears lined his eyes.  “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready, but acknowledge that I said something.” 

“How do you know you love me?  I didn’t win, I didn’t do good, I…” 

“Max,” you couldn’t stop your face from filling with horror, hearing him still connect your love for him to his race finish.  “I love you because you make me happy, because you always let me pull the blanket off you when we’re sleeping.  Because you always let me watch my show on the tv, even if the game is on.  Because you never let me open a single door when we’re together, because you make sure I walk on the inside of the sidewalk.  Because you remind me to call my parents every weekend.  Because you always kiss me before you leave in the morning.  Because you give me the bigger piece when we’re sharing food.  Because you always tell me I look pretty when we go out.  I love you because you make me happy, not because of some race finish.  I love you because of all the little things you do for me.”  

“I love you.”

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[keelt9]

Chapter 11

Masterlist

The fog is heavy but the wind becomes stronger and the sunlight starts to appear clearly between the clouds.

“IT'S FREEZING!” Charlotte screams, rubbing her hands together after letting her bow in the ground. “Hug me!”

She crashed her body against mine taking all the air of me.

This is the third week we have been practicing outdoors, and the weather is the coldest in months, but as everyone knows the first qualification will be in the second week of January, the weather could be worse.

Two hours after Liam and Robert took mercy on us and drove back to the federation with hands cold, feet freezing. As we arrive Charlotte and the youngest boy run inside for something warm, making everyone laugh.

Inside the Christmas decorations were already set, and from time to time a Christmas song played. Our big tree has the classic ornaments, tiny arrows, bows and targets.

“10 minutes and we have some stretching exercises.” Robert announced.

“Y/N, hi…mhm, you have a visitor.” Carol, the receptionist told me as I reached the entrance reader.

“Oh, it must be the reporter.” Liam said. It's the third time we posted this interview for a mismatch of agendas.

“No, is…am, well is in Liam's office.” We look at each other and walk straight there.

In his office, Checo was sitting tapping his feets in the ground, he saw us and pressed his lips together with a smile. 

“Hi.” He raised his hand; Liam and I observed each other perplex.

“You don't have to.” Liam said before greeting him. 

After I opened the door the last time I saw Max, a representative of Red Bull was expecting to talk with him, without realizing helping me to end the conversation. 

I stopped answering his calls, just replied texts, the necessary ones.

“It's ok.” He nodded and said goodbye, unsure about leaving me alone. 

We remain in silence until I talk first. “It's an easier way, huh?” I refer to find myself in the federation.

Checo chuckles. “Violet refused to tell me your address.” 

“Coffee?” Checo shook his head. “Tea? Water? A Red Bull?” He laughs.

“I'm fine thanks, I just came to give you these.” He extends a small envelope. 

I take it and open it, the VIP pass for the paddock Abu Dhabi.

“I’ve known Max for years, he pretends to be fine, and maybe he is, still in the big picture something is off.” I close the envelope. “Two successful GP for him, but I don't know, he is expecting.”

I played with the small stamp. “We broke up, you know that, right?”

I choke my head but he giggles. “I don't intend to be Cupid or anything like that just…it would be nice having you there, at the end of the season.” 

My eyes narrow. “You'll be my <guest.>” He giggles. “He wouldn't know if it makes you feel comfortable, but yeah, you win a lot of hearts in the garage.”

Robert knocked the door and opened, greeting Checo before speaking to me. “Sorry, but we’re about to start Y/N.”

“I have to leave, just thinking about it.” I nodded and walked to the door with him. “Oh! Y/N, believe me, he doesn't know how to give up.”

“The line is a colored red toast.” Matt put an aid band in over my chin. “The struggles of winning.”

I push him, laughing. “What? You are in your best shape, I'm not the only one who said that to you.”

Last week, in the fundraiser tournament I received a lot of praise, good comments and the hopes of success, besides we got huge sponsors and a boost of confidence.

“But we need to rest.” It's our last day before a deserved days off. We won't have Christmas vacation just the important days but with the qualifier just around the corner of New Year, taking days off is a huge risk.

“I owe you an apology.” I choke my head. “I put so much pressure on you in the qualifier, it wasn’t the right thing to do. I’m sorry.” Matt downs his head, I pout, and passes my arm around his waist. 

“I need that, hard to admit but I needed it.” We walked to the exit. “It’s ok. I feel a strange mix between relief but an unpleasant pressure on my chest.” 

He denies with his head. “Where are you going these days?” I told him about my conversation with Checo, and he insisted that I should go, reminding me of my own words. I always support Max, before, now and in the future.

“To Nanny.” He scoffs. 

My grandmother years after my grandfather died found a nice man, Aaron. At her birthday dinner, she told us she will move with Aaron to his house, outside of the town. Aaron is a well-off old man, who built a small empire around milk. Now, the two of them live free of worries in a house far away from everything.

“You mean to isolate yourself.” I punched him in the arm. “Auch. Say hi to Nanny for me, ok?” 

“Got it.” 

Mia keeps throwing clothes at my bag, angry. She’s been like that since I told my family about my break up with Max.

“I can do it myself, God.” Mia rolls her eyes but sits in my bed, grabbing her phone just for seconds later, leaving it aside.

“You’re not like that.” I roll my eyes too, packing the bands. “Y/N, you fight for what you want, this… this… this is shit.” 

“MIA!” She held my stare, a dignified answer from her.

“Lie to you, but you think we don’t realize you lock up in the basement for watching the races late at night or early in the morning, you keep that bright smile in every photo of Max, that you can’t avoid stop put the damn little heart at ever edit or video of him, fine!” She stands and walks to my door.

“You know this won’t be easy and you take it. For Christ sake, you defend this from dad.” Mia is challenging me. “You know what happened? You start to get terrified about how much you love him and that you could do something to hurt each other, but hey…” She takes a deep breath.

“Go on, and keep lying to you!”

Mom appears in the door killing eyes to Mia as she goes to her room and closes it, loudly.

I take a deep breath and mom watches me. “Let it go mom.” I tossed my hair. “Sometimes I even get angry with myself too.”

The sound of the wheels on the gravel where enough for Nanny appears in the door smiling and opening her arms. I let all the invisible weight I had she take it from me.

“Hi, little girl.” She kisses the side of my head. “Strong as always.” I chuckle, and she lets me go because Aaron hugs me too.

After they started their relationship Aaron sees us as the granddaughters he always wanted, spoiling us every chance he can.

“Are you ready to relax?” I laugh but he caresses my face. “It’s all right, you’re pretty far away from everything.” 

Next morning I woke up to the delicious smell of just made coffee. I slept for more than 10 hours and I felt refreshed; when I leaned out of the window only a green field welcomed me, and a stinging memory started to relieve.

Trying to let it pass as a memory, I got down to the kitchen where Nanny is in her classic apron hands at work, doing my favorite dish. “There you are!” 

“Omg, I should keep a diet Nanny.” She takes importance with her hands and winks at me.

“Are you saying no to my french toast?” Since we were kids Nanny always made us french toast. As we grew up, it became my favorite dish because it always reminds me of endearing moments in family.

“Coffee?” Aaron asked me and I nodded. Nanny put the plate in front of me and the mere scent is making me drool.

I cut a piece and prepare to taste it. “You know, days ago I received a strange package. At the beginning I blamed Aaron and his late night shopping but no.” 

This is heaven, I’m melting at the first bite. “You’re improving your mascarpone cream, Nanny. Sorry, I'll listen.”

She put her elbows facing me. “Then I saw the address and I thought it was you.” I raise my eyebrows. “It came from Monza.”

I froze but she smiled at me tenderly. “You know me sweetheart, I called to the number that came in the top of the box, that strangely directed me right to a woman who asked me to wait a couple of minutes for her to link the call to the right number.” 

I look at Aaron who has calming eyes on his face, encouraging me to keep listening.

“After a couple of minutes, a young male voice introduced to me…” Nanny smiles. “And tell me inside is the recipe and a few ingredients that I couldn't find here to prepare my classic french toast.” 

In Monza, Max took me to a special cafe where I swear I ate the best filling of french toast, and I bet him that with the touch of Nanny it would taste like heaven. 

“I thought he was a psycho or something like that.” I laugh seeing her smiling and Aaron rolling his eyes. “I told him that but he introduced himself <properly>.” 

“The asshole who made your amazing granddaughter struggle in already hard times.” I look lethal at Aaron but he raises his hands. “That’s what he said.”

“How he…” Nanny chuckled before answering. 

“Mia told him the address and the way he can come.” I blink and open my eyes so big.

“Wh… What?” Nanny keeps making the french toast. 

“Called like a bartering. I told him if he was dumb the last thing he could do was learn how to properly prepare french toast and the next time don’t burn the kitchen.” 

How could she know?

“They talked for hours!” Aarod stands and picks up his cup of coffee. “The bill for the phone will cost a fortune!” Nanny and I laugh. “He came a week ago, almost set the kitchen on fire but I think he learned something.”

“What am I trying to say darling is, we respect your decision, we do, but hey… It will be nice if you are there.” Nanny carness my head. “Also, no one has to know, like obligatory.”

“A thief of recipes, granddaughter and precious ph…” Nanny threw blueberries to Aaron.

<ONE MORE TIME, MAX VERSTAPPEN IS THE WORLDWIDE CHAMPION OF F1!>

I can see his small bump fist in the air through the screen, and hear the fragments of his radio communications, cursing from happines. When the ceremony ends, all his team cover him in champagne before hugging him and pat his head and back to congratulate him.

“There you are!” Checo sneaks into the garage of Ferrari. Of course he gives me a VIP pass but he’s smart and got a favor from Charles who gladly accepted hosting me, didn't ask any other questions, just agreed.

“I’m sorry for making you take a long flight.” Checo hugged me but I shook my head. 

“It’s all right, I mean…” I raise my hands. “It's a totally different experience.” 

“I think she’s wearing the right color, now.” Charles walks closer to us, pointing at the red cap I’m wearing. 

Checo rolls his eyes. “Ready?” Charles smiled at me softly before we left the Ferrari garage.

I walked through these corridors a lot of times. I learned how it works but this time there was a party in Red Bull Garage, the protagonist, Max Verstappen. He has a huge smile on his face all wet but could care less, Checo walks ahead and hugs him but I can see he whisper something to him, making Max start to search all over the garage with anxiety.

All in their own world but he saw me, running to me. I scoff because he stands in front of me clenching his fist unable to know if hugging me is the right thing to do, I pull him as I put his arm around me; Max shutter for a second until he puts both of his arms around my waist and like always he lifts me from the ground.

“I’m so proud of you.” I whisper to him, hiding my face in his neck. I guess all the people saw us because I heard shouts and claps around us. 

Slowly he puts me on the ground but he grips my hand so I can follow to the back room. I saw Violet who smiled at me and winked at me.

Inside of the room, I see him trembling and hug him one more time. 

“Congrats Champion.” This time it was his turn to hide his face on my neck. “You really think I will miss this?”

He smiles on my neck. “Thank you, thank you for coming.” 

I close my eyes, allowing me to enjoy the moment. “I am already fighting in the first place for being your fan.”

He splits, still grabbing me by my waist. “My grandmother could be a little talkative and you overcome like a champ.” His cheeks turned a soft pink. “Thanks.”

He breathed in slowly. “Sch… Y/N, I…”

“Where have you been?” Christian enters the room, happiness screaming from his face. “Your family is looking for you.” 

I take a step back for Christian hugs Max one more time.

“I'll be there in a minute. I just…” Max looked at him but I interrupted him.

“Go, I'll have to go anyway.” Both looked at me with incredulity.

“What?” Asking the same question. 

I chuckled. “My coach will kill me, no one knows I'm here and in two days I have to do my training.”

Christian smiles. “One more day Y/N, I bet Max is dying for you to stay here.”

“It's ok, go, you must be celebrating. I have a flight to take.” Thankfully more crew of Red Bull enters looking for them. He couldn't respond just smiling and being dragged for his team, in the middle of screams, and a lot of noise.

Max turns around several times, the last thing I want him to have from me before going to celebrate is teary me, so I keep smiling all the time, a honest smile about how happy I'm from him.

“If you need anything let me know, all right?” Checo hugged me and gave me a new T-shirt, mine clearly wet. “Have a safe flight.”

I looked down at the shirt, of course, it’s Max’s T-shirt.

Violet makes me jump standing next to me. “Thank you.” She gave me a polaroid. “He was acting… odd, and swore you won't come but…” Her voice cuts. 

“I'll support him, always.” I sighed. “I have to go, thank you so much for everything Violet.”

She hugs me tighter. “Can I help you with something else?”

I shake my head. “Go, you must be celebrating too.”

I walked back slowly through the garages, like a goodbye, standing next to the track where a few people from each team stood there.

“I guess it's goodbye?” Alexandra said, walking closer to me. “Are you ok?”

I noticed the knot on my throat and tears accumulating in my eyes. 

“I left more than I thought with him.” Alexandra grabs my hand. “Thank you so much for not leaving me alone.” 

I see the polaroid in my hand. “Do you need something?” I wipe the tears and look at her, and notice Leo in her arms.

“No, I'll be fine, right Leo?” She smiles but her eyes focus on something at my back.

“I reached you, a hundred people working here and…whatever.” A breathless Charles. “A car is waiting for you to take you to the airport and then a jet will take you home.” Charles said petting Leo.

“Oh, no please, I don't want to cause you trouble.” Both of them smile.

“Carlos will take us home.” Charles hugs me. “I'm sorry I can't do more.”

That was enough for me to cry, until Leo licked my hand.

“Oh god I hate to cry.” All giggle. “I'd better go before my eyes turn more fluffy.”

“Don't forget to send us the tickets for the competition.” Alexandra smiles at me; she already mentioned their intention to go to the qualifiers.

“You don't have to, I mean I understand…” Charles grabs her hand.

“Are you joking? Taking him out, we are your number 1 fans.” I laugh. “Call us when you're at home, ok?” 

I nod and give them a kiss for goodbye.

“Yeah, she looks better in red.” Alexandra jokes as I patt Leo, before walking away.

“We're talking seriously about the tickets!” Charles screamed before I disappeared, this time breathing out slowly like if I just shot an important arrow, hoping I hit the right spot.

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One more to go… 🥺 

I’ll probably do a small poll, but I happily read you if you have a suggestion. I have something in mind too.

[2bluetwo85]

That was a shit race. Firstly, I am so, so, happy for Oscar. He's been doing phenomenally his whole career, and now he's a race winner. A sprint winner in his first season, and now a GP winner in his second, after only 35 starts. That's absolutely fucking amazing.

But that race was messy. I think it's important to realize that its not either of the drivers' faults, it was the team's, and I think that Oscar and Lando both know that. If McLaren wanted Oscar to win, they shouldmve given him the undercut since he was ahead anyways, but I think that they're just so used to prioritizing Lando, but yeah. If I was Lando, I would've been pissed as well, but he gave up track position. Like everyone's been saying, Oscar's covered Lando a lot before, and it's definitely not the same as a win, but they will need each other because they're stuck together for at least 2 years after this season, I think. Anyways, both of them were very mature about it, and I think that we should recognize that. I feel sorry for Oscar, though, that his first win will always be tainted by this, and his radio was kind of heartbreaking. Yes, he probably would've been much more subdued than most people, but he started apologizing. He should've been absolutely ecstatic, but McLaren ruined that for him

Moving on to other stuff, I don't think anyone was truly happy other than Sir Lewis Hamilton. Alex was obviously unhappy with the strategy, as well as Max. We all heard his radio. Pierre had to DNF for mechanical issues, three weeks after DNS-ing for mechanical issues in Silverstone, and Esteban apparently asked to retire his car. Alpine, what are you doing? Ferrari did decently for Ferrari these days, though. P4 and P6! Plus, Checo and George managed to get points after that shit quali for them, and this might help Checo (he sorely needs it)

Goodbye, I will not be touching social media for the rest of the week

[twosdays-trash]

So ive had this idea for a while to continue where the Tooned McLaren left off at season one and exploring the things that may have happened between the end Season 1 and the start of Tooned 50.

Basically what I've got going in my mind is that after Lewis gets changed to Sergio, Prof. And Jenson are happy that "Lewis" is ok. Fretting over him and dragging him to medical to make sure that there weren't any major issues with the glitches, like organs being rearranged, bones fusing, or what have you.

So they bring him in, and medical is also doing the regular concussion protocol: what's your name, when is your birthday, what's today's date, who's the president, etc. and as the doctors go through it they realize that this isn't Lewis. But, as doctors should be, they stay respectful and dont voice their realization out loud just yet.

They go through with X-rays, CT scans, MRIs, blood tests, everything to make sure that nothing is wrong physically. And once all the tests are back (which would be pretty fast bc fanfic physics) they see that he is 100% ok!

So "Lewis" leaves the medical area and meets up with Prof. and Jenson, and they realize that Lewis looks kinda. Different. And they voice their realizations to him. But "Lewis" is confused because, what do you mean i sound different and look different and act different? This is how ive always been???

So prof and jenson are kinda freaked the fuck out! Like, Why is lewis. Not lewis? And while their freaking tf out Checo is like, erm... Im gonna find somewhere to chill because yall are freaking ME out. So he leaves and the other 2 dont even notice.

And then the doctor comes out a little bit after checo leaves and tells prof and jenson that all scans and blood tests have come back positive. No concussion, no fused or mangled organs, bones and blood work are good, everything is fine on a physiological level. But there is something that they (the doctors) are kinda worried about, which is memory loss or alteration.

And the doctors tell prof and jenson how all the answers they got in the eval pointed towards "lewis" having altered memories and a changed personality. They recommend that they treat this "new Lewis" like a new person, and to tread carefully since if he gets too much information all at once that could be an issue and cause complications with him getting his memories back.

So they're like, yeah ok we can do that, then make their way over to wherever Not Lewis is to meet him properly?

When they find him they apologize for reacting how they did (like crazy freaks) and just sorta ask ice breaker questions for colleagues 101.

Oh whats your name? Sergio. oh cool, do you have any nicknames? Yeah, its Checo. Its pretty common in Mexico, Feel free to use it. Nice nice... Sooo... Whats your favorite music artist? Hmm id have to say Alejandro Sanz, i think. Oh thats cool, ive never heard of him. Yeah hes a popular spanish artist. Mmm good to know. And so on and so on.

And oh boy is it awkward. Checo is confused as to why hes being basically interrogated by two guys he vaguely recognizes.

Then later they bring him in for some testing in order to see if he is or isn't a f1 driver. To make sure that if he has no memory or knowledge of driving, the rules, or terms that McLaren are able to get a replacement driver as soon as they can.

As they go through with these tests they realize that he does in fact have the knowledge and ability to drive a f1 car at the level of other f1 drivers. Which is a relief for them because they don't need a new driver and since Checo didn't lose ALL of his memories as Lewis there is still the chance of Lewis coming back.

And everyone is so caught up in being excited that Lewis might "come back" that they forget that Checo is his own person. So they treat him the same as they would Lewis, completely ignoring forgetting what the doctors said about treating him differently.

They make jokes at Checo, push him around a bit like they would with Lewis because Lewis was pretty physical when it came to jokes and stuff, they tease him and make references to things in the past that Checo doesn't remember.

And Checo voices this, says he dosent know what their talking about. That he dosent get the reference or joke. And everyone is just like, Meh its ok, you'll remember and be back to yourself soon anyways.

No one realizes that this is making Checo feel really shitty. Cause imagine. You wake up in this weird place with fuzzy memories of your past, only strongly remembering how to drive f1 (and lower class) cars and your identity. Then suddenly you're thrust into a shit load of testing. Only to have everyone assume that you arent yourself, he may have come from Lewis he is not Lewis. For everyone to treat him like hes gonna be gone later this week and Lewis will be back in his place. Its draining!

And so as the weeks go on they "integrate" him into the team again, catching him back up on the mechanics and PR training. And slowly people start to realize that Checo hasn't turned back to Lewis yet. And Checo is training and working for weeks that turn into months, and everyone comes to the conclusion that maybe Lewis isnt coming back.

Its after months of Checo trying to make everyone realize he is his how person, he will never be Lewis no matter how much McLaren wants him to be, he just isnt, is that everyone stops calling him Lewis or Lew or some kinda fucked up mix between the name. Its only after hes been basically stripped of the only identification that he had waking up here, do they accept that he isnt Lewis.

And Checo is rightfully mad! So he snaps and calls out their Bs, You called me Lewis for months! I told you! everytime you called me Lewis I told you! I said my name is Sergio not Lewis and you just brushed me off! Youve been saying for MONTHS "oh its fine youll be back to lewis soon!" Am i back yet? Am i Lewis yet?!

Everyone is stunned and like oh shit we messed this up majorly. They set to fixing their mistakes, but that's a huge mountain to climb. And Checo is NOT gonna make it easy for them either.

And thats all ive got for now! Ive got some physical sketches drawn out that i might post on my art account ( @markotheartshark ), so if you wanna see that let me know! Ive also got about 1k written of this is actual Fic form but i dont think it will get past that since i have no clue where to go with it 😭 i might also post that if thats what the masses want.

Anyways i hope you enjoyed this little rant idea ive had!

[itsblasttothepast]

I love Sergio but he is disappointing me today, he was stuck behing Yuki the whole weekend and he stays there now too, Max is fighting McLaren and Ferrari and he is fighting Haas? What happened to him and his confidence? I think the rumours about him being gone from RBR soon were true after all, he just doesn't care anymore. I don't wanna speak about him badly, he is a great person and a good driver but not today, today he isn't doing much :(

Oh, I'm sorry anon! I think I lost this ask in all the ones I was answering during the race.

I don't agree about your take anon. I know it looks disappointing, but lets consider Checo had no upgrades for this race, they changed his engineer and his car still has power problems. Many think these are excuses, and they're free to do so, but there are many factors involved in this. If you hear his radio, he complained about how he kept losing power and had problems with the car.

If anything, I'm glad he's no taking shit anymore from RBR, he always apologized, and now he's saying things as they are: his car is shit and nobody cares.

He did what he could with what he had, and while he expected better (he wanted to be P5 or higher), I think he managed to see what to change for the next race.

While I agree that maybe he isn't as confident as before, I think that's because he no longer knows where he stands with the team and the car. Everyone throwing shit at him at every chance doesn't help either.

When it's not Marko saying he will be out, Horner saying he needs to step up (while not doing anything with his car), the media seeing every little thing he does wrong (while ignoring the other drivers' mistakes) and the haters asking for his head (and seat)... I think it's fair to say he has no confidence in anything anymore.

He only has himself, his family and his fans (and maybe Max).

But I respect your point and understand where you are coming from.

[cxcewg]

This will go down like a lead balloon with the person who has been messaging you, but the sanctimonious attitude all over social media toward Lando this weekend is every bit as awful as anything he did or said.

99% of those people, including I would put money on the person who has been messaging you, could not have cared less about that trophy before it got broken and I can guarantee knew nothing about its origin or worth and yet now they are acting like he deliberately smashed it against a wall and then personally insulted the artisans. Half the F1 fandom including a lot of the people who have been sending him abuse on social media, were calling it ugly and saying it looked like an urn and should be used for grandma's ashes last week. That is far more disrespectful toward the artist and company than anything Lando did. Not once did he or Max or Red Bull aim any of their jokes toward the artist or the company or the trophy itself. Their jokes were purely aimed at each other.

He apologised to the company who said they weren't angry at him and know it was an accident. They are the only people who deserve an apology. He doesn't need to send them a five page handwritten note self-flagellating himself and publish it on social media for the satisfaction of a bunch of jackals who would then only tear him apart for being 'insincere' or 'only doing it for pr'. He found out how much time went into it and what it meant and he said sorry to the people who made it. He owes nothing else to anyone else, regardless of what those who sit in self-appointed moral judgement believe. There is a nothing wrong in pulling someone up in a polite way or having an opinion that someone is being bit of an ass. However sitting on their high horses and passing judgement and acting like someone's faults makes them the worst person in the world and demanding public apologies for mistakes (I'm not talking bigotry or hate here obviously, that's a different thing entirely, I'm talking the kind of faults that EVERYONE has, yes even those of you who act like self-appointed moral judges) does not make those sitting in judgement good people. Quite the opposite in fact. It's one of the worst parts of online culture, this pitchfork mentality where people go on self-righteous mob crusades. It says nothing good about the people who do that.

The stuff on the radio - EVERY driver gets rude on the radio. They are driving at huge speeds with adrenaline coursing through their bodies and have engineers wittering in their ears often at the worst possible time when they are trying to concentrate. I can promise you that not a single engineer in F1 cares or takes it personally when a driver gets snappy. F1TV only play select radio clips, usually ones that either are important in terms of the race or they think the commentators can turn into some kind of drama. Lando, Lewis and Max are three of the drivers who fall victim to this more than others and every time it happens, people go on a tirade about them being rude whiny awful people and yet in reality they are the 3 drivers who have the best driver/engineer relationships on the grid. They are genuine friends with their race engineers, they have worked with them for years andt their engineers love them. That should tell these judgemental people how much anyone cares about people snapping or getting stressed on the radio in F1 but no, it apparently makes them the devil incarnate.

The comment about the backmarkers - it may have sounded rude but in that instance he was absolutely right. Yuki held him up for almost two minutes, passed 17 blue flags and had to be told 3 times by his engineer to move out of Lando's way before he finally did so and even then he made Lando go out on the marbles to pass him. Checo made up 3 seconds on Lando in that time Yuki was quite frankly being an ass. Magnussen and Zhou were also very slow to let both Lando and Checo past (Checo also complained about it after the race) - not as bad as Yuki but they also held them both up for the best part of a lap allowing Lewis to hone in. People dragged Alex every which way last year when he did the same to Charles in Monaco and Charles said something similar on the radio to what Lando did, and everyone went with 'poor Sharl, evil Alex', but because it's Lando who said it, he's the villain not the guys who almost ruined his race. Not one of those drivers was fighting for anything at the time - they were alone on track, nobody anywhere near them, them getting out of the way would have cost them nothing but some dirty tyres for a lap. Lando (and Checo as well) had every right to be angry.

As for the absurd 'he was so rude about Lewis' carry-on - No, he wasn't. All he did was stated facts. There is something about certain parts of Lewis's fanbase who for some reason lose their minds when anyone points out he has been in front-running cars for the vast majority of his career and even when he has had cars that are not so great, they have not been backmarkers, not even the 2009 McLaren despite what they try and claim. I watched that season, I can promise you it was not close to the slowest car on the grid. Nobody is putting Lewis down by pointing this out. Not Lando, not other drivers in the past who have mentioned it, not the media, not other fans. They are simply stating facts. Max openly says he wouldn't be where he is without having the best or one of the best cars and his fan readily admit it as well, and he spent more time not in front-running cars than Lewis ever did. But when it comes to Lewis, his fans cannot accept the same is true. There have been times in the last 18 months where Lewis has carried on like he is driving a 2021 Haas. Yes he's used to having the best and it's all relative, but can you imagine how galling it is for those who are truly driving cars that can barely fight for p15 week in week out to hear him moaning about having a car that is still capable 90% of the time for fighting for high points scores and podiums? I can promise you they all think far worse things about Lewis and his woe is me comments than Lando's jokes about Lewis never having fought over 19th & 20th. There was more than one race this season where Oscar and Lando were doing just that, where they were dead slowest car on the grid. Also Lando adding "it's the one thing I've achieved that Lewis hasn't" is not a dig at Lewis, it's a self-deprecating joke about himself and how awful McLaren were in the first part of this season.

Lando has joked about this stuff in front of Lewis before. Lewis is not offended. Lewis doesn't care. Lewis likes Lando and his sense of humour and actually knows him and chooses to spend time with him. He's a grown man with his own agency capable of making his own decisions about who he likes and hangs out with. He does not need a bunch of chronically online people with massive parasocial relationship issues getting endlessly offended on his behalf. There is a reason he liked that awful twitter fan's tweet saying she would unfollow him if he posted the selfie he took with Max and Alonso and then posted the selfie a few minutes later. He's not proud to have those people as his fans. He's too polite to say it directly, but knowing what we do of Lewis, I have no doubt he finds them disgusting and has no interest in being associated with people like that. If they think he would admire them or thank them for behaving as they do and going after people he likes and respects like a bunch of rabid dogs in his name or in his behalf, then they know nothing about who he is.

Sorry this is so long, just really needed to rant about all of this. Some people's behaviour in the last couple if days has been abhorrent - far worse than anything Lando has ever done.

please let it all out :)

first of all A-freaking-men.

but this is exactly what im saying, they'll find any excuse to target him. they didn't give a shit about the trophy until it was broken.

to be honest, it's funny how friendly all the drivers are (i can't think of one driver relationship that is bad right now) and how the fans are just at each others throat constantly.

and the backmarkers thing is something that needs to be repeated. lando got held up for almost TWO MINUTES. as an athlete i empathize because i get frustrated all the freaking time and i say things that i wouldn't say if i wasn't chock full on adrenaline.

but thank you.

[laura1633]

do you think charles and max would be into voyeurism/exhibitionism? or like...if they were to try it out for the first time, would it just be the two of them (mutual masturbation goes hard haha) or would they involve someone else?

thinking about who they would choose (i feel like either their closest friend or someone a little distant for some reason)/how they would ask/what they would want to do and how the dynamics would work. little bit of kink negotiation discussion because ✨healthy boundaries✨

I think once they get past that initial kiss they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other and would end up having sex all over the place which would result in a lot of accidental voyeurism for A LOT of other people 😂 It would be less exhibitionism and more needing each other every time they look at each other.

Maybe after they get caught or almost caught a few times they realise it is actually turning them on and decide to invite someone to watch!!

Pierre - If they decide to go for a friend perhaps they go for Charles' closest friend on the grid. Lets be honest Pierre would be up for pretty much anything so he would be there in a heartbeat. I don't even think he would need any convincing, they just straight up ask him if he wants to watch them fuck.

Checo - He's probably already seen far too much accidentally. He's walked in on them in Max's drivers room in more positions than he would care to think about. I guess they could formally invite him around by way of an apology. Give him the full show rather than the random highlights he is used to.

Oscar - This is always my favourite for a Lestappen third. When discussing the drivers they both agree that Oscar is laid back but has this sassy side that makes them think he might be quite adventurous. Plus Charles has seen they way Oscar sometimes looks at Max. It would be a cautious approach though incase they have read him completely wrong.

What does everyone think? Honestly there are so so many options here. If I had the time I would write a whole Lestappen threesome story with a different third driver for each chapter and the vibes would probably be totally different each time.

[lestappenforever]

hi angel c:

may I just say that this gp was as a fiction? it served us SO MUCH Lestappen content from the begging to the very end! i was scared that at some point it's gonna be fucked (yep talking about Charles' "luck") but instead we got a joint interview, a lot of waist grabbing, smiles and giggles, press conferences with "inchident" jokes and karting days (i'm so sorry for Checo and Carlos being the third wheel but it's inevitable, guys) AND the most important – a battle even in FP2 and then in race! i mean, Charles has done FANTASTIC job (not only in race but throughout the whole weekend. his quali laps? fuck that was hot). i don't remember when was the last time someone overtook Max in battle for the lead. i wanna scream to see Charles in capable and suitable for his style car (and reliable team that does not fuck up the strategies *side-eye to RBR*) 😭😭😭

is Vegas gp gonna be Austria 2.0? we even had the "dirty move" from Max which helped him to took the lead (as in 2019 but thanks fuck no grudges are left no divorce and yeah this time it was just a grip problem), then battles and the sensual podium. damn let us have every gp as Austria and Vegas and Lecstappen tumblr will go completely insane ._.

i'm also still not over the fact that Max apologized. I mean this man is literally the entire weekend was: FUCK YOU OKON FUCK YOU GEORGE FUCK YOU VEGAS FUCK EVERYONE OF YOU except you charlie you're my sweety lovely im sorry for the turn 1 schatje 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i've seen some people being afraid of "lestappen divorce" after that turn 1, but i wasn't one of them. i really think that their relationship has seriously changed. sure that Max always treated Charles in a special way, congratulating him on good positions, even if he himself lost. but for some reason I feel that Charles himself now does not transfer what happens on the track beyond its boundaries. Austin sprint was also the proof.

okay thanks for listening to my rambling, i'm sleep deprived, these FPs at 5:30 and a race at 7:00 at the weekend the only fucking days when I can get some sleep kinda killed me

anyway, let me just remind you that you're beautiful and precious and just incredibly wonderful person🖤 i'm always looking forward for your posts and every time you reply to anons it's so warm, it makes my day better when i read it. just all your love and kindness you're giving people here... it's valuable. you're valuable. love ya, have a great day!!❤️

Denis, my darling, hello! ❤️

Once again you are dropping truth bombs in my ask box, and I am so happy to read them. I agree with every take you've shared here: the Las Vegas GP practically being taken straight out of a fic, and it actually giving Austria 2022 a run for its money. (Which I doubt any of us were prepared for, let's be honest.)

Both Max and Charles have grown so much over the years, and it's wonderful to see that their relationship has reached the point it's at now. Max apologizing to Charles for the incident in turn 1 is definitely a testament to the severe shift their friendship has taken recently, and it's just beautiful to watch.

I wasn't worried at all about their friendship suffering because of what happened in turn 1, and I think those who were worried about a potential "divorce" are people who haven't been as up-to-date on the shift of their friendship recently. They've reached a point where they can have incidents like that during a race without it impacting their relationship negatively at all. And if that isn't growth, then I don't know what is.

I hope you're catching up on some much needed sleep following this race weekend. 💙

Denis, you have given me such a good reason to smile this Monday morning with yet another heartfelt and kind ask, and words can't express how much I appreciate that and you. You are such a sweetheart, you're so incredibly beautiful inside and out, and you deserve the entire world. I'm so moved by your words, thank you so, so much. I'm so happy my posts can have that kind of impact on you.

Thank you so much for making my entire day with this. You're so valuable too, and I love you. 💕

[abbatoirablaze]

Racing Stripes, Season 2, Chapter 6

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: cheating/kissing another man

“And Lewis Hamilton comes out on pole!”

His team roared, the noise nearly deafening in Mercedes’ garage as he came to celebrate with the team.  Meanwhile, Max’s jaw twitched as he got out of his car and stalked over to the Redbull garage; far too pissed off to want to communicate with anyone. 

While he and Checo had managed to get second and third, anything other than first was never good enough in Max’s eyes.  He’d been taught that from a young age. 

He could do better.

He should have done better.

He could practically hear his father’s voice in his head telling him everything that he did wrong. That he should have paid more attention to the conditions on the track.  That he should have felt the differences that caused him to fall behind his competitor.

Lewis had gotten in more laps.

He tried to make excuses for himself, ones that were quickly turned down in his father’s voice as they echoed in his mind. 

‘You need to be better, Max,’ his father would growl, ‘this is why we practiced in the snow.  You want to be the best, right?  Act like it!’

“You know, I’ve already got our next date planned after I win this grand prix too!”

His head snapped as he heard Lewis’ voice. 

Samantha was standoffish.

Even with Lewis’ arms wrapped around her, his body pressed close to hers, he could see how uncomfortable he was. 

Her eyes widened when she saw Max, and she gently pushed Lewis away, “we’re in the paddock, Lewis.  And you work for Mercedes.  I work for Redbull.  This-“

“Aww, come on!” he chuckled, cutting her off, “everyone knows that we are together.  It’s not like it’s a surprise!”  

“Samantha…” Max said firmly, cutting through the awkward tension between the couple.  She gave him a grateful look and he bit back his own smile, knowing that she preferred his company to her boyfriends, “do you know what is on my schedule for the rest of the day?”

She nodded, rushing away from Lewis, “Of course, Mr. Verstappen.  You have-“

“Cancel it all,” he said quickly, cutting her off, “or see if it’s something Checo can do.  I need to run the sims.  Meet with me after I get a shower, and let me know what we’re moving into next wek with, while I run them, yes?”

“Yes sir!”

Max couldn’t stop the smile that had all but etched itself on his face. 

22 glorious seconds.

He’d slid off during one of the turns, allowing Max to solidify his first-place position at Imola. 

And while Lewis had been able to fight back to second place, there was nothing that could have helped him close that 22 second gap that allowed Max his victory. 

But even had he not slid out in that turn, Max had a fire lit under his ass after seeing Samantha wrapped up in his arms.

Which is why seeing her standing below the podium made him all the more happy. 

‘Thank you!’ he mouthed to his assistant.

‘You did it!’ she mouthed back. 

His grin got even wider as the crowd below cheered for him while he continued to present his trophy to them. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Mr. Vers-“

“It’s Max, Samantha…how many times have I asked you to call me by my first name?”

“I know…but-“

“You have nothing to apologize for, or act formal about, Samantha.  You are part of the team, and we work together!”

“Yeah…” she yawned.

“Are you tired?” he asked, pausing the sim that he’d been running for hours, “you could go back to the hotel and-“

“Max, I’m supposed to be at your disposal for anything you need,” she yawned once more, “I’ll get sleep later.  Whenever-“

“I’m done!” he said quickly, shutting off the simulation and giving her his full attention, “we can go back to the hotel.”

“Max!”

He smiled, “What?  I’m done.”

“Max!”

He couldn’t help but bite back his smile at the way that she tipped her head to the side and crossed her arms, “No, really.  I’ve been here most of the evening.  You spent hours talking with how many people trying to get me out of the interviews and meetings?  I’m sure that took a lot out of you.”

“We can’t go back to the hotel yet,” she frowned, “you need to get some food.  While you have been hydrating I know that you haven’t eaten anything since about an hour or two before the race.  And I have to pick up the notes from the strategist and the mechanics.  And then I have to-“

“I’ll go with you!”

“Max, that’s not your job!”

“No, but I shouldn’t have made yours harder!”

“Just do me a favor and win tomorrow then?” she asked sleepily, “it’ll be worth it if we can get you on top of that podium.”

He was all but racing to his door when he heard the familiar knocking.  The smile was still plastered on his face as he saw her, still in her racing shirt, and smelling vaguely of the champagne he had sprayed over the railing.

“I have the dossier, Max!” she said softly, the smallest of yawns being let out as she tried to fight against her own tiredness, “is it okay that we go over it tomorrow on the plane though?  I’m exhausted and I need to shower.”

“You could stay here!” he suggested quickly as she walked over to the desk and dropped the iPad off along with a folder, “I’m sure I have some extra clothes that could fit you too if you wanted to take a shower.”

“I don’t think that’s very appropriate Max!”

“Why not?” he chuckled, trying to play it off, “you’re my assistant.  Honestly, I’m surprised that you don’t already have a room with me.  I mean-“

“I don’t room with you, nor does any driver room with their assistant, Max,” she teased softly, making the driver swoon internally.  She playfully poked him, forcing a little distance between them, “and need I remind you that if I were to shower and spend the night, some people could get the wrong idea of us?  Especially if I walked out of your room wearing your clothes the next morning.”

“It would get Lewis off your back!” he smirked, flirting with her, “wouldn’t it?”

She giggled sleepily, “I would think it would make him more persistent.  And it would drive my father up a wall.”

“I can’t let you walk back to your room on your own at the very least,” he offered, “you are so sleepy and groggy someone might think you’re drunk.”

“Nuh uh!”

“Can you even walk straight?” he teased, taking a step towards her.  She giggled as he wrapped her arms around her, “do I need to hold you up so that you can stand?”

“I can walk straight!” she giggled in the drivers’ arms, “you’re being silly, Max!”

“Am I?” he asked, their faces impossibly close, “am I being silly?  Because from where I’m standing, I’m not the one giggling like a mad woman because she probably hasn’t slept in a whole day.”

She stared at him, her eyes looking almost glassy. 

“You have the prettiest blue eyes!” she nearly whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck.  She gasped, her lips parting ever so slightly, “di-did you know that?  It’s like you can see every part of me…”

“Samantha…”

“I could get lost in them for days!” she whimpered, leaning in. 

Max felt his eyes closing on instinct as their lips met. 

His breath stole away in his chest, and it felt like fireworks were going off around him. 

But he only felt it for a millisecond. 

His eyes snapped open, when her warmth faded away from him and there was a dull thud. 

She looked at him in horror, her hand over her lips, while she used the other to balance herself against the desk.

“Samantha..”

“I-I shouldn’t have done that.  I…”She shook her head, pushing away from the driver as she ran away from him, “I-I’m so sorry Max.  I-I should go.  I’m sorry!”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“Charles, it’s not your faul-“

“Mon petit, stop…please.”

“Mon petit!”

She looked at the driver nervously, her gaze going over to the bored looking managers off to the corner who had stayed around to see who their drivers chose. 

And her throat went dry when she saw Lorenzo. 

His jaw was tense, and he was glaring at her. 

“I-“

“Mon petit?” Charles repeated, holding out his arm to her, “please…”

Her gaze returned only momentarily to where Lorenzo was standing before he turned on his heel and walked out.

“He hates me, you know.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“He does,” she sighed softly, “and I know it’s because of who I am.”

“He’s used to seeing me pick motorsports girls.  He-“

“Did he tell you that he and I saw each other briefly?” she asked softly, looking at him, “did he tell you that we liked each other, and were sleeping together…and then he found out that I am a motorsports girl?”

“I know,” he said after a moment, “I know about all of it.”

“You know about-“

“I don’t want to go over it,” he said quickly, cutting her off once more with a shake of his head, “I don’t want to talk about your past with Lorenzo, or your boyfriend.  I just want to be able to focus on the time that I have with you.  I want to be able to relax with you, Zayanna.  Is that something you can help me out with?”

She nodded, “yes.”

“Good…now, tonight we are going to relax and unwind in the hotel,” he said with a smile, “and then tomorrow, I’m going to show you all of the sights that Italy has to offer.”

“I’ve been to Italy before Charles,” she giggled, “this isn’t the first time that I’ve travelled the globe with the company.”

“No, but this is the first time that you’ve been with a Ferrari driver after the Imola GP.  And as you know, this is the home of Ferrari…”

“I know!”

“And what kind of ambassador would I be to my beloved team if I didn’t properly show you the true home of the Tifosi.”

“Okay Charles.”

Chapter 7

[shovson]

hello, checo! about your vamp au… i am dying to know under what circumstances was shov bitten by jenson?

hello anon! i am so sorry i got lost in the shovson piece i was drawing and forgot to answer SFKDKDFSSKDK. and also thank you for the question!

tl;dr: shov was bitten by jenson to stop the visions. and also they fall in love so jenson bites him on right on the neck yay!

long version:

in my vampire au stuff lore, there are rare cases of vampires who develop supernatural powers (beyond like the usual strength and speed improvement) and it usually just comes out of nowhere. the most common powers are visions/hallucinations/visual manipulation or mind control/hypnosis. and since these powers are so rare, other vampires don't really know much about it (i mean there are some vampires who've probably never even seen it).

anyway, jenson's hallucination/vision powers begin to develop in 2009 and since nobody really knows much about it, everyone including jenson is just unaware this is happening. at the same time, jenson reveals to shov that he's a vampire which scares shov. he tells bono about it later and they eventually get over it because you know...brawn season!

so the season begins,,,and at first you know, things are really going well for jenson! i mean he's winning and he's celebrating with shov and bono. but then the problem is that jenson begins to think about shov and bono so much that he accidentally starts sending visions and hallucinations to the both of them. and it's not so bad at the start for them: probably some bad dreams, misplacing things, seeing bugs on their skin.

however, after a bit of time things get worse to the point where it begins to severely affect their realities. bono and shov are seeing supernatural creatures everywhere and their dreams are getting worse. they're losing a lot of sleep over all this and meanwhile jenson just broke up with his gf so now he's thinking about shov and bono on the regular because he's just so happy about winning. AND THEN at some point, jenson really begins to think about how much he loves shov and can't get his mind off shov and it makes shov's visions even worse. shov believes its jock or someone on rubens end making his life worse but no one realizes that it's just jenson.

it gets to the point where while bono is dealing with his visions, shov's visions are clearly making him spiral and eventually nick, ross, and everyone else becomes concerned for shov. shov just fully goes berserk and at that point they all realize they need to figure out what is going on. james realizes it's jenson, informing nick that he's observed some things that make it more likely it's him by accident than jock sabotaging shov.

bono finally confesses to nick and ross that it's been happening for a while but his isn't as bad as shov's. and nick tests jenson (finds out to be true) and thinks the best solution for now is for shov and bono to turn while they find a better way. initially, shov and bono are hesitant but get on board for the sake of the team.

jenson apologizes to shov and he confesses that he just loves shov and shov reciprocates and dsKADSKSDDKKDSFK mushiness. but jenson bites him and yeah. love wins. bites on neck in my world signify a romantic vampiric turn so yeah he's got the little bite mark on the neck.

sorry for the long ask anon i just...this is what i look like when i talk about my vampire au

[formula-1-otp]

I’m so proud

Summary : A random Drabble of Liam being proud of Logan’s best qualifying and finish of the year at this years British Grand Prix 2024.

A/N : I’m so proud of Logan for this weekend he needed this! Sad for George but still a win for Mercedes and the photos of George congratulating Lewis were *chef kiss* this is very short I apologize I had my car race so was preparing and haven’t had a lot of time to write!

But without further ado, I hope everyone enjoys it!

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Liam watched from the Red Bull garage, of course was sad to not be racing as a reserve driver but such was life.

If the team asked he would say he was disappointed for the team. A second for Max was still a podium but Checo’s placings were not great. He was too busy watching his boyfriend.

Liam was ecstatic on Saturday when Logan qualified 12th that was his best for the season. He had spent all of Friday night consoling Logan after Logan had seen the interview where James had mentioned Logan could lose his seat mid-season. He knew he was on a contract-to-contract basis but hearing that in an interview shattered him slightly. Liam made sure to remind Logan how great of a driver he was and something Liam had said worked in having Logan qualify his best.

The following morning Logan was anxious but Liam made sure to try to calm the other boy as best he could before he had to go off to his team.

“You got this okay? Remember just drive the car,” Liam was looking the American in the eye hands on his shoulder before coming in for one last kiss. Before bidding him farewell.

Liam sat with the team watching the race conclude. He saw Logan just out of the points, but he was still so proud of the American. The team went to give their congratulations to Max and console a very mad Checo, while Liam sneaked off towards the Williams car. He was careful with the media around so he made sure to keep his distance.

“That was a great race, Logan!” Liam smiled and Logan was glad he had his helmet on still he couldn’t help the huge grin on his face. He loved Liam and it was moments like these that reminded him how grateful he was for his support system.

“It was all thanks to you,” Logan smiled at the kiwi before being whisked away by his team. Liam smiled before heading back to his team.

Later that night Logan was in his hotel room scrolling on his phone before a knock interrupted him. He quickly got to the door to see Liam smiling at him.

“I thought I’d come to give you a better congratulations in private,” Liam spoke before attaching their lips in a long passionate kiss.

“I meant it when I said it earlier Logan, I am so proud of you and I think you proved yourself and if Williams can’t see that they can go fuck themselves,” Liam said pushing the American towards the bed so he can close the door.

“I know, I just need reminders sometimes I guess,” Logan gave the kiwi a small smile.

“I know I’ll try to remind you more,” the Kiwi gave a small laugh before giving his boyfriend another small kiss.

“Now what do you want to do to celebrate?” Liam asked wanting to celebrate the boy’s achievements.

“How about we just get some dessert and watch a movie?” Logan smiled, he wasn’t up for going out and socializing and some ice cream sounded heavenly to him.

The two spent the night diving into ice cream and cake while watching a few movies before slowly falling asleep limbs entangled together.