#i think this is the only pic of him on the podium where he’s not frowning midlaren are you ready to die

[leclerrari]

BAKU, AZERBAIJAN: Second placed Charles Leclerc on the podium during the Grand Prix of Azerbaijan on September 15, 2024 (Photo by Antoine Truchet)

[5sospenguinqueen]

Princess Party | Lando Norris x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: Lando enjoys participating in all night life has to offer, particularly with his best friend. When Y/N falls pregnant after one drunken night, he panics. After all, why should he trade a club party for a princess party?

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. Loss of friendship. Pregnancy. Lando is not great in this.

Blonde female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

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YourUserName a podium for my favourite boy 🍾🧡#AustralianGP tagged: landonorris

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YourUserName and another huge well done to my other papaya pookie @/oscarpiastri for p4 🥳

→ oscarpiastri i thought we agreed you’d stop calling me that

→ YourUserName WE agreed to nothing

→ landonorris um i should be your only papaya pookie

→ oscarpiastri disrespected in my home town

georgerussell63 excuse me, why don’t you make posts like this about me

→ YourUserName when was the last time you were on a podium

→ alex_albon hahaha

→ georgerussell63 @/alex_albon hey, i’m closer than you are

→ YourUserName now, now, children, behave

User1 is this his girlfriend?

→ User2 no, just his childhood friend. she comes to most races to support him as she’s been there since his karting days

→ User3 and she’s really close with the the grid, but particularly the 2019 rookies

danielricciardo well done, mate. well deserved

carlossainz55 always nice to share a podium with you

User4 i'm sorry but i can’t believe her and lando are just friends when she takes the most boyfriend-coded pictures of him

mclaren petition to hire y/n as lando’s full time photographer

→ alex_albon no, because i need her to be mine considering she actually managed to make lando look good

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→ landonorris oi!

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User5 i KNEW they were more than friends

User6 oh so now she realises her ‘feelings’, now that he’s winning trophies

→ User7 bitch she’s been by his side since baby karting days

User8 you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me (the asylum being tricked into thinking y/n and lando were nothing more than friends)

User9 not max deleting his story after waking up and realising the consequences of his drunken actions

User10 y/nlando shippers rise! we’ve been waiting YEARS for this day to come

User11 what a gross invasion of privacy from that staff member. i hope they find out who it was and fire them

alex_albon @/LandoNorris awfully cryptic of you

danielricciardo @/LandoNorris how are you still alive

→ LandoNorris ‘cause I’m not old like you

User12 @/LandoNorris mr norris, tell us what you did

→ georgerussell63 more like who

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User1 looks like she removed everyone she didn’t personally know and made her insta private

User2 lando no longer follows her either

User3 what is going on in the house of commons

User4 maybe they truly weren’t dating but sleeping together screwed up their friendship

User5 looks like the rest of the grid still follow her tho?

→ User6 guys guys. GR63 isn’t following lando anymore either?!

→ User7 at least we know which side he picked in the divorce

→ User8 i'm worried this means lando did something wrong because whilst i love him, i can’t look past him screwing up their friendship just because he was thinking with his dick

User9 good, she wasn’t good enough for him anyway

→ User10 relax, he’s not going to shag you

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YourUserName me and you against the world. little bean coming soon tagged: yoursister

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YourUserName i think aunty @/yoursister might be more excited to meet you

francisca.cgomes can’t wait to meet little l/n

georgerussell63 me and carmen are so excited. she’s buying baby clothes already

lilymhe i call godmother

→ francisca.cgomes nuh uh

→ alex_albon get in line

→ yoursister we all know i win this battle

→ georgerussell63 whoa whoa whoa, back off, you already get aunt

charles_leclerc so excited for you, y/n/n

carlossainz55 congratulations

danielricciardo heck yeah! i can’t wait to meet the bean

maxverstappen1 do i see a red bull onesie in the baby’s future?

→ charles_leclerc try a ferrari one

→ alex_albon we all know it’ll be williams

→ oscarpiastri racing baby!

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@lav3nder-haze @minkyungseokie @callsignwidow @luvrrish @fall-bambi @evans-dejong @sadsierra2 @justdreamersdream @spookystitchery @dark-night-sky-99 @elijahslover @hc-dutch @mxdi0 @buckybarnessweetheart @ironmaiden1313 @dreamercrowd @yourbane @glow-ish @reguluscrystals

[darling-flora]

diamond boy, keep me so shiny

oscar piastri x yn - social media au

fc: cindy kimberly

summary — oscar being an obsessed boyfriend who spoils his girl

note — short smau because the concept was plaguing my mind... let me know what you think!! reblog's and comments are appreciated ❤

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram pheww today drained me

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user1 you did all the heavy lifting 💪😫

->yourinstagram you get it 😉

user2 the most insane face card to grace the earth holyyyy

user3 8 text messages and oscars p1... 81 🤯

user4 shamelessly took picture of my tv when they showed you at the podium...

->yourinstagram wait that's so real ->yourinstagram i literally do that whenever they show osc and im not there 😭 ->user4 stop that so cute 🥺

user5 wait... him messaging her before the podium is so cute omg

user6 THE PASTRY SHIRT??? i need

user7 they are such parents ughhhh my heart

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f1spotted y/n l/n for her brand Loba!!

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user1 god she's unreal

user2 oscar always in the likes if y/n's there

->oscarpiastri god forbid a guy likes what he sees 🙄 ->user2 omg... yourinstagram is he always this sassy??? ->yourinstagram yes. ->user3 the full stop 😭 she meant that

user4 such good quality i can't wait for the next drop

user5 i need every piece !!!

user6 the shoes 😍

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oscarpiastri quick trip around japan, suzuka here we come 🏎

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user1 omg that looks so yummy

user2 the flowers!?! so cute

user3 the bagss where did you get them yourinstagram ??

->yourinstagram no clue, osc got it for me ->user3 ugh i need to pick my boyfriends better

user4 love how he always puts her pictures first 😭

user5 does oscar just buy everything for her? i would hate to be him

->oscarpiastri you'd hate to be rich buying things for your girlfriend because you want to..? ->oscarpiastri okay sure.. ->user6 girl my jaw just dropped ->user7 "okay sure" this diva ->user8 he's always gonna defend his girl IKTR!!!

user9 2 y/n pics... he knows why we're here

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yourinstagram story!

[pic 1 : get yourself a boyfriend who gets you flowers on his birthday] [pic 2 : p3 for the birthday boyyyyy love youu]

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user1 he's so obsessed with you i love it

user2 his fit??

->yourinstagram he dresses nice from time to time 😁

user3 gets you anything you want too, oh i need a rich man

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram everyone say happy birthday to my mannnnn ❤❤

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user1 our boyfriend!!

user2 he looks so good omg

user3 your so lucky to wake up next to that 😫

->yourinstagram he's so handsome 🤭 ->oscarpiastri i tell myself that every morning i look at her ->yourinstagram bro can't take a compliment... ->oscarpiastri "bro" ->yourinstagram your so cute ->oscarpiastri so are you 😉 ->oscarpiastri i'll only take the compliment if it's from you ->landonorris can you guys flirt somewhere else ->yourinstagram IT'S MY COMMENTS DUMMY ->landonorris okay sorry... ->user4 exactly!!! put him in his place ->user5 oscar and y/n are so cute im gonna throw up

user6 happy birthday oscar!!!

f1 Happy Birthday Oscar and to many more!!

user7 only saying happy birthday because y/n told me to 😔

user8 she's the best wag 😩

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[landososcar]

espresso ; LN4

pairing(s) ; lando norris x fem driver!reader

summary ; in which yn says fuck it and drops a song while soft launching her (possibly problematic) relationship

warnings ; flufffffff & like one mention of christian horner (🤮)

note ; i apologise for the one post in here where i basically just fan girl over ria but who wouldn’t. +this is pretty long and i got lazy towards the end and couldn’t be bothered making team announcement posts lol

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youruser my give a fucks are on vacation 😝 espresso is YOURS!!! tonight after i demolish these old men 🫶

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user1 oh she is HER

lilymhe WIFFEEEEE

youruser AHHHHH IMMA MARRY YOU

alexalbon …i’m right here??

lilymhe IRRELEVANT

user2 I NEED IT NOW

bestfriend MY GIRLLLL‼️‼️💓💓💓💓

youruser I LOVEEE YOUUUUU

user3 i say we wave the chequered flag early so we get espresso now

landonorris ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

bestfriend lmfao

youruser 🧡

user4 EXVHSE ME?????????

user5 i love how she just disses half the grid and then just calls it a day

maxfewtrell helllll yeah

user6 maybe she’s never on the podium because she focuses more or singing than racing

user7 or because she’s in a fucking ALPINE

user8 y’all were SILENT when lh44 released music but suddenly it’s a problem when y/n does it

maxverstappen im not that old

youruser yeah okay grandpa

imessages !

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youruser i kissed @bestfriend in the club bathroom

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user1 IS THAT A MANNNN

youruser i sincerely apologise 😔

user2 guys do we think that’s mr espresso

bestfriend KISS ME AGAIN, FUCK *****

youruser omg don’t expose him😭

youruser but hell yeah come here gf😻😻😘

estebanocon my f1 teammate or my fav singer ?

youruser me when i’m both

user3 THE INITIAL NECKLACE ????? L?????

user4 omg y/n’s boyfie driving a mercedes ??? Y/N TO MERCEDES 2024‼️‼️‼️‼️

maxverstappen1 stream espresso

bestfriend yasss grandpa !!!

maxverstappen1 omg i try to do one thing nice and suddenly i’m catching strays

user5 IM WORKING LATTEEEEE CAUSE IM A SINGGERRRRR OH HE LOOKS SO CUTEEEEEE WRAPPED ROUND MY FINGEERRRRR

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landonorris can’t sleep

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user1 “SAY YOU CANT SLEEP BABY I KNOW THATS THAT ME ESPRESSO” LANDO NORRIS WHAT ARE YOU SAYING

user2 THE SOFT LAUNCH IN THE SECOND PIC TOO OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING

user3 oh hes definitely always streaming espresso

maxverstappen1 what kind of thirst trap post is this mate

landonorris for her eyes only😁

bestfriend but you posted on the main ?

youruser UHM

youruser 💓💓💓💕🧡💘🖤💖🩷💞💙💗🖤💗🩷💝🩷❤️💕💚🤎🩷💕💜💖🖤❣️🩷💕❤️💜🤍💚🩷🧡🩵💛🤍🧡❤️💕💛💚💕💘🩷💞❤️💜💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

landonorris what happened to the soft launch baby

youruser you’re too hot i need people to know your MINE😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😘😘😘💓💓

youruser do you think about me every night😁😁😝

user4 oh she’s gone insane

user5 THE EMOJIS IM PISSING MYSELF SOMEONE SEDATE HER

bestfriend girl get UP

bestfriend what have you done to my gf

landonorris MYYYYY girlfriend🥰🥰🥰🥰

bestfriend bite me bitch

bereal !

caption: my two fav f1 drivers (excluding estie ofc🫶)

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youruser unfortunately, i was too hot for the car this week, we’ll get those old men next week 🫶

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user1 SHES FUCKING HILARIOUS

user2 maybe if she stopped making music and focused more on racing she wouldn’t have dnfed

landonorris the car had a issue with its breaks ? how was she gonna fix that. explain quick pls coz you’re an expert

user3 LANDO DEFENDING HER IMMA SOB

bestfriend babe you need a car that can handle hot sexy you are 😫😫 i don’t wake up at 3am on a monday morning to watch you nearly die 😝

youruser my sincerest apologies ma’am 🫡

bestfriend i love you tho🫶🫶

youruser if you really loved me you’d come to the race next week ??

youruser WAS I JUST AIRED

lilymhe we’ll ignore this week !! podium coming next week for my girl i can feel it

youruser 💓💓

user4 i can’t believe her and lando are dating, so unprofessional

landonorris GAHHHH I LOVE YOUUUUU

youruser STOP IT ILL CRY 💞💞💞 MY LOVE🥰

user5 surely her dating an opponent is bad for business

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landonorris apparently is bad for business? sorry y/n/n’s pr team ig 🙏🤷‍♂️ but stream my girl’s new song‼️‼️

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youruser RIAAAAAAAA

user1 two tit pics in a row omg !?

youruser BABY IVE MISSED YOU COME SEE ME

landonorris 💓💓

youruser GIRL NO I WAS TALKING TO RIA SKRJSKJDJFKS

riabish STOP I LOVE YOU

landonorris wtf😭😭😭

user2 if ria has 0 fans, y/n is dead

youruser RIA PLS COME TO THE NEXT RACE I AM BEGGINGGGGGGGG

youruser make up some sort of reason and pretend quadrant need to come but then i’ll send you (and only you😉) an alpine pass 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

riabish my boss hasn’t planned a quadrant race visit for a couple more races babe😔

youruser JUST SENT YOU FLIGHT DETAILS ILL PICK YOU UP FROM THE AIRPORT WITH YOUR PADDOCK PASS

riabish MARRY ME

youruser FUCK YES AJDKSJAHHAHAH

landonorris guys i think i just lost my gf on a post i made dedicated to her

youruser yeah but you posted a pic of ria, so who was i actually paying attention to ??

youruser i love you so so sooooo much (im actually talking to you this time)

landonorris luv u 2 i guess

youruser nah wtf boutta unrelease this song

user3 what did we just witness

estebanocon you guys are insane

user4 omg bad for business is another banger

user5 when y/n can’t choose between f1 and singing so she just fucking EATS both

maxfewtrell when you ask y/n about her fav quadrant member and you expect her to say lando but you’re stupid and it’s ria without second thought

youruser you’re a close second place max🫶

landonorris wtf am i?? chopped liver?????

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landonorris & youruser added to their story

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youruser alpine ❤️ all 4 years that i’ve spent in formula 1 have been spent at this team and i now call everyone at the headquarters, garages, and races, family. thank you to everyone who’s made an impact to my life in any kind of way no matter how big or small, i appreciate it more than you will ever know. @estebanocon, thank you for being the best teammate i could ever ever everrrr ask for, you have grown with me and taught me so so many things. we’ve shared more laughs than probably any other teammates and moving to different teams will definitely not stop that.

there’s still the rest of the year until the end of this era and i know we’ll make the most of it. i’ll always remember alpine as the team that brought me in and made me the woman that i am today. the end of this season will definitely be tough but if it wasn’t sad then it would mean there was nothing to miss.

let’s have an amazing rest of the year, i love alpine and will never forget the time ive spent here 💙🩷💙🩷

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user1 IM SOBBING

user2 omg she loves alpine so much this is devastating why would they not re-sign her😭😭😭😭😭

user3 they couldn’t afford to re-sign both her AND esteban, mercedes offered her A LOT more money

landonorris so so so proud of you my love 💓💓

youruser 🫶🧡🧡

f1 never forget the first alpine driver line up after renault… keep pushing y/n!!

user4 ohhh she’s gonna EAATTT at mercedes

estebanocon going to send a mor private text to you now but thank you for everything y/n/n 🩷💙 (you’re also my favourite f1 driver)

lewishamilton ❤️❤️

lilymhe 💓

user5 omg the y/n to merc rumours were true

user6 it’s not even been confirmed yet lmfao for all we know she could’ve just got sacked by alpine and no one wants to pick her up

bestfriend soooo proud of you my girl 💞💞💞💞

riabish prouder than words can explain 🫶

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youruser HE FUCKING DID IT !!:!;&/&”!/!;”929/ MY BOYFRIEND IS A RACE WINNER AND IM SOBBING OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LOOK HOW HAPPY😁

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user1 GIRL F1 AND MERCEDES JUST ANNOUNCED YOUR MOVE AND YOURE POSTING THIS LMFAOOO

landonorris WE DID IT BABY AHHHSHDHHAKA

youruser YOU DID IT MY LOVEEDJJRKEKR💓💓💓🧡💓🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🥰🥰😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰😻😻😻😻😻

user2 she’s so funny for just ignoring her merc move announcement 😭😭 she dgaf

user3 boyfie WON she doesn’t give a shit about mercedes rn, give her like 24 hours

bestfriend does this mean i can’t call him no wins anymore

riabish right!?? like, the one gp we go to and he has to go and steal our focus from our girl coz we gotta care about him at least a little bit

bestfriend exactly.. he’s so selfish like wtf

landonorris im so very very sorry

user4 FINALLYYYYYY

maxfewtrell 🧡🧡

youruser guys yes i know they announced my mercedes move! why are y’all acting like you didn’t know about it last week tho😭 i saw the tweets

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Reset, Chapter Ten

Series Masterlist This chapter had a lot of mistakes when I pulled it up, so forgive me (or better yet, shoot me an ask) if you see any editing issues I might have missed! I just need to get it out and I can look at it with fresh eyes tomorrow. Also! Do y'all think this story needs a signature cover pic or is posting it without media okay?

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The sound reaches Kelly before anything else does- low, repetitive, clinical.

Not music. Not voices. Just engines. Tires over rumble strips. A gearbox caught mid-shift.

It’ wasn’t unusual, at first. Racing is their whole life. Their apartment is crowned with race memorabilia and sim rig parts and limited edition stickers tucked neatly into drawers. But something about the loop- the steadiness of it, the fact that it hasn’t changed since she left him this morning- makes her stomach tighten.

She walks quietly through the entryway, coat still on, bag slung over one shoulder. The lights are dim. It’s late. And Max is exactly where she figured he’d be. On the couch. Elbows braced on his knees. One hand thumbing through a frame-by-frame replay on his phone while the big screen mirrors the onboard feed from Zandvoort. Not his.

Hers.

Again.

Kelly doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches as Max gives P a half-armed hug and lets her scurry off to her room without so much as looking away from the screen. The ghost-blue glow of the television flickers across his face as he rewinds the same three seconds for the fifth time- brake, shift, turn-in, throttle. Brake. Shift. Turn-in. Throttle.

The footage is raw. No commentary. No overlay. Just the cockpit camera, the static of the engine, and the sound of her breathing through the corners. Kelly quietly sets her bag on the chair by the door. “You’ve watched that one before,” she says, lightly, not accusing. Just… noticing.

Max doesn’t glance up. “It’s clean.”

She crosses the room slowly, unzipping her coat. “Is that why you’re watching it on loop at 10 PM?”

His eyes stay on the screen. “It’s clean,” he repeats.

There’s a pause. The footage stutters and restarts. Her lap at Spa. That final sector, again. Kelly doesn’t sit. She just stands near the edge of the kitchen island, watching him the way someone watches a rabid dog. With caution. She tries again, gentler this time. “Do you need something to eat? You didn’t touch dinner.”

Max shakes his head once, barely a motion. “I’m not hungry.”

Kelly swallows the sigh threatening to rise in her chest. Not because she’s angry. Not even because she’s jealous. But because something is wrong, and he won’t say what it is. She waits for him to explain. He doesn’t.

“It’s just…” she gestures vaguely toward the screen. “That’s the only thing you’ve been watching lately. Not your races. Not your onboard. Not the other teams.”

Max finally looks over at her, but it’s more of a glance than a connection. “I’m just trying to understand something. Understand what eve-” He stops, like he realizes he was dangerously close to saying something real. 

“Understand what?”

Deflection. “Her line through Pouhon.”

That’s it. No elaboration. No analysis. No curiosity. Just her line. The way she takes a corner. Like it’s that fucking simple.

Kelly walks around to face him fully now. Her voice is calm but razor-thin. “You’ve won two races since Zandvoort. Two. And you didn’t even fucking smile on either podium.”

He still doesn’t look at her. That’s what breaks her. 

Kelly wraps her arms around herself. She suddenly feels cold, like the air in the room has shifted without her permission. “You’ve been off lately,” she says, carefully. “Not just here. Everywhere. After the race… the podium… it’s like you’re not even there.”

Max doesn’t reply. Doesn’t even blink. His jaw flexes once. That’s all.

Kelly presses her lips together. “Did something happen?”

He hits rewind. The footage stutters again. She watches him watch her- slow motion this time. The car rotates through Eau Rouge, and he’s studying her steering input like a man dissecting scripture.

“Max.”

He exhales through his nose. Not a sigh. Not frustration. Just… breathing. “Nothing happened,” he says.

She nods once. It’s not confirmation. Not really. The room is silent again, except for the sound of the car. Her car. Her lap. Kelly runs a hand through her hair, a quiet fidget. “Okay.”

She doesn’t ask again. Doesn’t push. She just turns, heads toward the hallway, leaving Max in the half-light, the onboard footage playing on a loop behind her.

He doesn’t notice her leave. He’s already rewinding again.

It starts happening at night.

Max disappears after dinner- doesn’t say where, doesn’t say why. Just vanishes down the hallway and shuts the office door behind him.

The first few nights, she pretends not to care. Watches a show by herself. Answers emails. Does a skincare routine she’s too tired to enjoy. By the fifth night, it’s not just a habit- it’s a pattern. The door locks at 9:37 PM, give or take a minute. Doesn’t open again until after midnight.

Kelly hears it click every time. 

She checks before she goes to bed, like she always does now. Just to be sure. Just to feel the cold insult of the handle not turning. She waits until almost midnight before knocking. She knows what’s on the other side of it.

It’s not porn. She almost wishes it were. Porn would make more sense. Porn is human.

This isn’t that. It’s LeChriste. Her voice. Her radio calls. Her data sheets. Her footage. Max hunched over two monitors, running laps she drove like he’s trying to solve a fucking murder. No change in tone. No interest in the noise of the outside world. Just… her.

When he opens the door, Max looks like he hasn’t blinked in hours. His hair is messy. His jaw tense. The backlight of the monitors still flickering across the room. One of them is paused on a sector-three throttle trace- hers, of course. The numbers glow like static.

The apartment is cold. Her fingers are cold. She’s standing in the hallway of her own home like a stranger. Watching her partner obsess over a girl who has no idea what she’s doing to him. What he’s letting her do. 

And somewhere beneath the quiet worry, beneath the sad, tired ache of a life being consumed by someone who’s never even set foot in your house- there’s fear.

Because it’s not admiration in Max’s eyes. It’s something darker.

Two days later, when Kelly brings it up, she’s not even trying to sound gentle anymore.

“You’re obsessed.”

Max doesn’t look up from his dinner plate. “I’m not.”

She laughs- just once. It’s bitter. “Your office is locked most nights. You watch her laps on loop. You read every article with her name in it, even the ones in fucking French. You don’t talk to me, you don’t touch me, and you haven’t looked at me like I’m a person in four weeks. But sure. You’re not obsessed.”

He sets his fork down with a little too much force. “You think I’m cheating? With her?”

“No,” Kelly says, too fast. “I think if you were cheating I’d at least understand it.”

That makes him pause. She watches the flicker in his posture- not guilt. Offense. “I don’t even follow her on Instagram,” he mutters, like it proves something. “Go through my phone if you want. There’s nothing there. We don’t talk. She’s not- she’s not in my life.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Kelly says.

Max turns, finally, face drawn tight. “What, you think I’m into her or something?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

“No, Max. I’m saying it doesn’t matter what kind of obsession it is. Love, hate, whatever the fuck this is- she’s in here.” Kelly taps her temple once, sharp. “And there’s no room for anyone else.”

Max glares. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m lonely.” Her voice cracks. “There’s a difference.” He doesn’t answer. He moves to walk past her- dismissive, ready to lock himself in again- but she stops him with a final word. 

“It’s sad.”

Max stops, barely glancing her way.

“That you can’t enjoy any of it,” she says softly. “Your wins. Your life. Me. Because you’re too busy trying to find a flaw in someone who doesn’t even think about you.”

This time, he doesn’t argue. Doesn’t defend. He just disappears back into his office and locks the door.

It clicks at 9:38 PM.

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You don’t get why people complain about England so much.

Milton Keynes isn’t bad. A little flat, sure. Everything closes too early, and the roundabouts are borderline sadistic. But the tail end of summer is hanging on, and the air outside the back plaza smells like grass and warm tarmac, and sometimes you think that’s enough.

Maybe you only feel this way because you’re not completely broke anymore. That helps. You’ve been able to make one or two fair payments on the debt your parents took for the Dale Coyne stint. 

You can comfortably keep enough, enough for your meals, your subscriptions, a splurge on a new pair of Levi’s and some skincare- and still send home more than you ever could at Dale Coyne. That part probably has more to do with them allowing you to stay in a windowless driver’s room above the factory and being too busy to actually do much beyond work and eat, but still. For once it’s not hanging over your head like a guillotine.

Maybe it’s because your mom says that offers are flying into the email inbox you share- not that you can open them, not that any of the subject lines have been titled with an F1 team, but there’s time yet before your November deadline draws up. (31 days, but who’s counting?)

Or maybe it’s because you’re respected here. As a person. As a contributor.

You’re not a wildcard here. Not a one-off. Not a name they trot out when they want a media boost or a miracle in sector three. They parked you here after Zandvoort- quietly, without much ceremony- and you’ve made yourself so useful they’d be stupid to let you go.

Sim work happens in the early mornings and after hours, when the building hums and nobody’s watching. That’s when you go deep- when the static clears and you can disappear into the numbers without someone asking if you’re sure you’re supposed to be here.

You code your own plug-ins. Build your own test stints. Optimize long runs with a spreadsheet no one else knows how to read. Gavin says it’s freakish, the way you love it.

He’s taken to staying late, playing engineer.

He’s not great at it. Not yet. He doesn’t have the practiced timing of a true race engineer- the split-second instinct to give you what you need before you ask for it, the sharpness under pressure. His delivery’s a little clunky, and sometimes he gets flustered when he has to shout over the engine sim. But he tries. Hard. And he doesn’t seem to mind that you don’t always wait for him to finish his sentences before you act on what he’s saying.

He’s got ambition. Heart. A notebook full of color-coded tabs and a voice that cracks when he’s tired. And you like that about him. You like the way he’s game for anything, even if he’s unsure, even if he’s guessing.

He doesn’t mind staying late or getting up early. Sometimes you’re elbow-deep in sector analysis at midnight, and he’s in the next seat with a half-eaten protein bar and one sock missing, running lap deltas until his laptop dies.

You’re forgiving with each other. You stumble. He fumbles. You laugh. It’s kind of fun.

Sometimes, when the runs go long and the lights dim overhead, it feels like you’re kids again- just two overachievers playing house in a Formula 1 sandbox. There’s no championship on the line. No press conferences. No goddamn legacy dragging behind you like a chain. Just work. Pure, addictive, gratifying work.

But the real magic still happens during the day.

That’s when the factory’s full- engineers, developers, race staff, logistics. People who are designing next year’s car, refining this year’s package, tightening every variable until it's all down to fractions of fractions. That’s your window. You slip into places you don’t belong- not really- but you pretend that you do.

You poke around. You ask questions. You offer insight where you have it. Soak up knowledge where you don’t. You pressure the dev team to sign off on more test drives, and when they do, you deliver. You give feedback so meticulous it borders on obsessive, and instead of brushing you off, they thank you for it.

And they listen.

They care.

They pull you into conversations, ask your opinion, remember how you take your coffee. They tell you when something’s going to break your heart, and when something might break records. You still don’t have a race seat. You still are greeted by a factory when you open your bedroom door. But for the first time in a long time, you feel like you belong.

You’re not in exile anymore.

You belong. At least, it feels like it.

It’s a good rhythm. Hard, grueling, nonstop- but it’s good. It’s yours.

So when they schedule a braking test and mention Max is flying in to run some laps too, you don’t think anything of it.

If anything, you think it might be kind of nice.

You haven’t seen an active driver since your last race. A few hours of track time- even just for feedback- will be good for everyone. You miss the rhythm of it. The language of it. The quiet competitiveness of being in the garage with someone who knows exactly what it feels like to thread a car through chaos and call it control.

Max is smart. He’s sharp. You’re not friends, but you’re not enemies either. He’s always been professional. Maybe a little short, maybe a little distant, but he’s under pressure too. Everyone is. You figure working with him might even be refreshing- he's good at what he does, and if nothing else, you respect that.

You’re still a little annoyed this braking package is even being tested. You flagged it as a waste of time two weeks ago when they booked the track- said as much to the room, in fact- but enough people had wanted to see it through for the show to go on. They’re paying you either way. If they want to spend money proving you right, so be it.

You sip your coffee. Re-check the model. Write down three things you’re planning to say during testing tomorrow.

You get to drive a real car tomorrow. At the actual track. With some of your favorite development staff, who’ve promised to bring snacks and sarcasm and a full day’s worth of dumb jokes. You’ll trade notes with an active driver, talk shop, dig into the nuance of things you only get to simulate most days of the week.

It’s not a race weekend. But it’s close enough to feel like home.

You’re optimistic. Excited, even.

Which is probably why you’re so surprised by how it all unfolds.

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The jet engines are still ticking warm as Max climbs into Christian Horner’s car outside the private airstrip at Luton. The clouds are low and colorless, the kind of overcast that feels like it’s pressing down on the world, but Max doesn’t mind. He likes when things are quiet.

Christian insisted on picking him up personally. A little odd, maybe, but not enough to question. People do weird things when championships are within reach.

They ease onto the narrow country roads, flanked by stone walls and wet hedges, and the mood in the car is light- Christian half-chatting about simulator feedback and upcoming upgrades. He’s got that particular brightness he saves for when he thinks something might actually work.

“You’ll feel it most through the exits,” he says, hands easy on the wheel. “Not a full overhaul, but it could smooth things out around the corners. We think. If it goes well, we can throw it on your car after the championship is locked, but we’re really looking to next year.”

Max shrugs, eyes on the road. “We’ll see.”

Christian grins. “I like it. Cautious optimism. That’s a good look on you.”

Max doesn’t answer, but his mouth tugs into the ghost of a smirk. The car hums beneath them, quiet and well-insulated, the rain misting against the windshield like static. Christian taps the steering wheel with the flat of his fingers, like he’s holding back from saying something heavier. Then he lets it go.

“You know we’re basically there, right?” he says, voice low and easy. “This weekend or the next. It’s yours.”

Max leans his head back against the seat, lets his eyes drift toward the slate-gray sky. “Feels different this time.”

Christian nods. “Because it is.”

They don’t say last year was chaos. They don’t say people still think it was rigged. They don’t say you’ve spent twelve months proving it wasn’t a fluke. But it’s all there, suspended in the air between them.

“Second title’s the real one,” Christian says. “First is luck. Second’s proof.”

Max doesn’t disagree. He can feel it in his bones- that slow, steady certainty that they’ve built something real. The kind of domination that doesn’t happen by accident. The kind that settles deep into your name and never leaves.

“Feels like we’ve stopped surviving and started building,” Christian adds, a little quieter.

Max lifts a brow. “You getting sentimental?”

Christian grins. “Maybe. A little. But come on- you feel it too. This year’s been clean. Sharp. Every piece falling into place. It’s not just you winning- it’s us executing.”

Max lets that settle. It’s true. It’s been efficient. Ruthless. He’s not just faster- he’s smarter. The team’s smarter. The machine runs, and he’s the sharpest gear inside it. He knows exactly what it takes now. There’s no flailing, no desperation. Just precision.

“Two more races, maybe three,” Christian says. “Then champagne and history books.”

Max’s lips press together, but there’s a flicker in his chest. A spark of pride. Of clarity.

It’s his.

He glances out the window again, watches a raindrop streak sideways across the glass. They pass a field full of soggy sheep and a weather-worn house with flower boxes under the windows opn the open stretch between Luton and Silverstone. It’s almost peaceful.

“You ever think about how long we’ve been doing this?” Christian asks.

Max tilts his head. “Since I was a teenager.”

Christian snorts. “You were a nightmare.”

“You still hired me.”

“Regretted it every day until about two years ago.”

Max laughs under his breath, just once. It’s easy. Familiar. They’ve fought tooth and nail to get here- together. For all the tension, the chaos, the headlines, this moment is smooth. Settled. Two men in a car on a gray English road, talking about the title like it’s already theirs.

And for a moment, it feels like nothing could touch that.

Until the Bluetooth chimes. The screen lights up with a contact he doesn’t recognize- just a number: 66.

Christian taps the console screen.

“Christian,” comes a voice, syrupy-smooth and unmistakably American, “I still think it’s a mistake bringin’ Max in to test this setup.”

Max’s brow furrows.

The voice continues, polite but pointed, every syllable wrapped in sugar and laced with heat. “I told y’all it wasn’t gonna land. The sim was already screaming at us. Max is gonna hate it, and I hate wasting good tires for undercooked ideas.”

Christian huffs a laugh, shooting Max a glance like this is some inside joke. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

“Mm-hmm,” you reply, not quite charmed, but not hostile either. “Don’t ‘good morning’ me. I already gave you feedback. I just don’t see why we gotta drag Max out of bed and across the continent just to come to the same conclusion.”

There’s a beat of silence in the car. Max goes still. The air shifts. That voice- it cuts through him like piano wire. Christian keeps it light. “Maybe he’ll surprise you. He’s in the car with me now.”

“Oh, is he?” Your tone changes, softens just a little. “Well. You go on and tell him good luck from me.”

Christian chuckles. “Will do. See you at the track.” The line disconnects with a soft beep. The silence that follows is heavy, but Christian doesn’t seem to notice. He taps the screen off and returns his hand to the wheel, casual as ever.

Max is frozen. 

His hands, warm moments ago, now feel clammy against the fabric of his joggers. The sensation of the seat under him sharpens- too rough, too real. A prickling discomfort creeps up the back of his neck.

He feels it in his teeth before he fully accepts it.

That was you. And you’re here.

His stomach tightens, and his thoughts immediately skate to Kelly.  She is going to lose her shit if she finds out he was in the same place as you- let alone unannounced. The thought sends a cold wave of anxiety washing over him. Christian breaks the silence without turning his head, completely oblivious to the nuclear fallout settling behind Max’s eyes. “She’s been helping us out since the Dutch Grand Prix.”

Max’s jaw tightens. “Helping how?”

Christian glances at him. “Dev driver. Sim work. Data prep. She’s been living at the factory, basically.”

Max stares straight ahead. “You never told me that.”

“Wasn’t important.” Christian’s tone is neutral, but not apologetic. “And,” he adds, almost amused, “after the press stunt at Zandvoort… well, she needs to keep her head down. Helmut wasn’t impressed. Figured we’d tuck her away for a bit and let everyone cool off.”

Max doesn’t reply. He’s trying to process, to rewind the last two races in his mind- every debrief, every feedback report, every flawless sim overlay he’d praised without thinking.

“She’s the reason your data prep has been better,” Christian says, almost smug now. “You even said it yourself- clean readouts, tighter strat margins. That’s some of hers.”

Max’s heart stutters. He remembers the comments. Remembers reading notes, your notes, smart and surgical, concise in a way that made him feel sharper just reading them. He’d leaned on them. Let them shape his choices- in Italy, in Japan. Trusted them without question.

And he hadn’t even known. How hadn’t he known? He should’ve seen it- the parallels between the meticulous work he’d seen on the plane, at the house- taped to the fucking walls like a goddamn psycopath- and the psychotically perfect debrief packages he’d been spoiled with for five weeks.

The car pulls through the quick stretch of asphalt that gives way to the track, but even as Christian decellerates, Max’s heart only pounds faster. 

Kelly is going to lose her fucking mind.

They’ve been circling this for days- no, weeks- dragging it through phone calls, between long-haul flights and cold hotel rooms, through quiet dinners that turned into arguments and arguments that turned into silence. Not because she thinks he’s going to cheat. That was never it.

She’s not jealous.

She’s exhausted.

Exhausted of the way his mood changes when your name is mentioned. Exhausted of waking up to engine audio and old race footage. Exhausted of being in a room with him and still feeling like someone else is taking up all the space.

She can’t stand the way he talks about you- or more often, the way he doesn’t. The way he seethes in silence after watching your laps on repeat, or how his mood darkens at the mention of your name on the feed. She’s said as much. She sees it. She sees him, and whatever sickness has taken root under his skin, it repulses her.

Max knows this. He knows it.

And this- you being here- is going to set it over the edge. Whatever tentative ceasefire he and Kelly have been holding together with fraying thread? It won’t survive this.

Not when she finds out he’s sharing a workspace with you.

And still, somehow, the thought that drills itself deepest into his chest isn’t that he’s wrong. It’s not that this obsession- because that’s what it is- has warped him. He doesn’t think about the way he’s been staying up at night with your sector data open on a second monitor.

No.

He thinks only about how this- you being here, you being part of his team- is going to cause a problem for him. It’s going to make things harder.It’s going to turn the tension in his apartment into something he can’t put off anymore. Something that demands a response.

And all of that would be frustrating enough if there were even the smallest part of him that felt anything tender toward you. But there isn’t. There never has been.

There is only hate.

Pure, compulsive, clawing hatred for the way you walked into Spa and looked like you belonged. For the way Jos has seemed taken with you from the start. For the way no one can stop praising your work. For the way Max watched that race footage on loop and still couldn’t find what he was looking for- a fatal flaw. A misstep. A single crack to prove you didn’t deserve any of it. Something that would condemn you to a life of anything-fucking-else.

And now?

Now you’re here. Embedded. Integrated. Inside the walls of his house. And he didn’t even know. 

Christian keeps talking. Something about the dev team. Something about how hard you’ve been working. How seamlessly you’ve integrated- God, Max can’t hear it anymore.

“She never went back to America,” Christian continues. “She’s been here, putting in hours at the factory, in the simulator. Seems like she’s doing well.”

It’s all just you.

You, you, you.

It’s like you’ve wrapped your hands around the throat of everything that used to belong to him- his career, his team, his family- and now you’re just squeezing.

His ears are buzzing. His chest feels too small, his seat too tight, the collar of his jacket suffocating. There's something crawling beneath his skin, pressing against his ribs, scratching at his throat.

You’ve been feeding him data via the team, via GP, via the neatly formatted debrief packages that always were laid out in front of his seat well before the meeting ever began. Without his knowledge. Without his permission.

You’ve been in his lap breakdowns, in his race strat, in his mid-stint timing sheets. Every time he praised a clean debrief package, every time he told the engineers that the sim rigs have been impressively sharp right on startup, no extra tuning needed- it was you. You were there. Inside his performance. Wrapped in the very thing he takes the most pride in. His driving.

And it had all gotten better.

He wants to scream. Wants to claw the seat apart beneath him. Because you haven’t just infected the margins- you’ve made yourself integral. He can’t escape it now. You’ve touched everything.

The team. The data. The fucking car.

Jos.

Kelly.

Every corner of his life that was already cracked- you’ve wormed into it like rot. You’ve tainted everything.

And worst of all, no one else sees it. They think you’re helpful. Impressive. Charming, even. They think you’re brilliant. They’re wrong.

They have to be.

Christian pulls into the side gate at Silverstone, flashing his credentials at the guard before easing the car into a private lot just outside the test pits. The tires crunch on gravel as he parks.

Max doesn’t move. Christian opens his door, throws him a look. “Alright?” Max doesn’t answer. Christian doesn’t question it. He lingers a second longer, then pulls the door handle and steps out with a nod. “We’ll see you inside.”

The door shuts with a soft thunk, and Max is alone. He exhales like he’s been underwater. Then he pulls out his phone. It rings twice before Kelly answers. Her voice is sharp, already on edge- like she’s bracing for something she already knows she’s not going to like. “What?”

“She’s here.” Silence. He swallows. “I didn’t know. I just found out.”

Another pause. It stretches, tight as piano wire. Then: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

He shifts in his seat. “It’s not like that. I didn’t ask for this.”

“That’s not the point,” she says, voice low and tight. “It’s never been about her being here. I don’t think you’re sleeping with her. I never have.”

“Then what is this?”

She pauses, and when she speaks again, it’s quieter. A little shakier.

“It’s that everything- everything- gets to come before me.”

Max frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“Racing. Your father. This- this sick little loop you’ve been stuck in since Spa. The constant fixation. Like if you stare at her long enough, she’ll crack and you can prove something to yourself.”

He opens his mouth, but she cuts him off.

“I can’t compete with that. I shouldn’t have to.”

Max sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Kelly, I’m telling you-I didn’t even know she was-“

“It’s not about knowing,” she snaps. Her voice catches, not with tears, but restraint. “I’ve tried,” she says. “I’ve tried to understand Jos, the team, the way you shut down and disappear when things get hard. But it’s not just one thing anymore. It’s everything. And I’m always the one waiting for your attention to come back around.”

Max’s chest pulls tight. “Don’t do this now.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she says. “That’s the problem.”

He stares out the windshield. You’re there- just barely visible through the parked trailers. Laughing at something someone says. At ease.

Max leans back into the headrest, staring out at the track beyond the gate, barely blinking. “Kel, I’m telling you, I didn’t know.”

“I don’t care!” she shouts, voice cracking. “I don’t care if you knew. I can’t do this anymore, Max. I can’t deal with your weird fucking hatred or your fucked-up family or Jos or her or whatever the hell it is that’s broken inside you. I just… it’s too much.”

“I’m packing a bag,” Kelly says. “P and I will be in Paris for a while. Please don’t call. I don’t want an apology. I don’t want promises you’re not going to keep.”

“Kelly-“

She exhales again, long and hollow. “I can’t be second to your father. I can’t be second to racing. And I sure as hell can’t be second to some fucked-up obsession you won’t even admit you have.” 

The call ends without ceremony. He stares at the blank screen. Then at the world beyond the windshield. You’re still there.

Across the lot, standing half-shielded behind a transport truck, laughing at something an engineer says. You’ve got one hand on your hip, a clipboard tucked beneath your arm, and that easy, unfazed expression you wear like armor. You’re not just here. You’re comfortable. Settled. Liked.

Max watches you like a predator watches movement through tall grass. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. His blood is molten. It was you.

You.

You set this fire. You brought this shit into his house. Into his team. Into his life.

Everything unraveling- Kelly, his father, the team, his fucking brain- it all circles back to you. To the way you wormed your way into their trust. Into their affection. Into his results. Without his permission. Without even trying.

And you haven’t paid for it. 

Not yet. But you will.

Goddamn it, you will.

Max opens the car door, grabs his few things, and starts walking towards the pit. He offers a few small waves, a head nod to the right people, but doesn’t stop to talk on his way to the locker room. 

The garage is already humming- light flooding in from the , tools clicking, radios murmuring. It’s all sharp-edged and sterile. Familiar. He keeps his head down, jaw wired tight, and makes a sharp turn into the locker room.

The door smacks shut behind him, and for a moment, it’s quiet. Still. But it doesn’t feel right.

Max has spent more time in the Silverstone testing garage than any other locker room at any other track. Even Zandvoort. Even Spa. He can close his eyes on any given day and tell you exactly where everything is- which corners the cleaners skip, which outlet holds a phone charger the most securely. He knows something is different.

It smells different.

Not just the usual cocktail of oil, rubber, and deodorant that clings to these places like a second skin- no. There’s a sweeter note in the mix now, faint but undeniable. A soft scent tucked into the corners like it’s trying to blend in. Like it’s pretending it’s earned a place here.

He drops his duffel on the bench with more force than necessary. His eyes flick to the wall of race suits. There’s a new one on the rack.

Cut narrower. Smaller. Slimmer through the shoulders. The sleeves hang like they were sewn with secrets. It's hung right beside his- like you belong next to him. Like the team thought nothing of putting you there.

His teeth grind.

A sports bra looped lazily over a folded hoodie. A scrunchie pulled tight around the latch on locker 14. Fireproofs folded neatly over the top of the duffel in front of it. Your helmet on the wall hook- gleaming, smug, perched like a crown.

Max's fists curl tight before he even realizes it.

This was supposed to be his sanctuary. A space untouched by anything soft, or sentimental, or feminine. It was where he went to be only a driver- where nothing existed except the weight of the suit on his back and the war waiting at the end of pit lane. Where being exactly who he was raised to be makes him a master, not a monster.

But now?

Now there’s a pink fucking beauty blender by the sink.

There’s you.

And you're everywhere, yet you don't even take up much space. That’s what pisses him off most. You haven’t overstepped, haven't flooded the locker room with your things. You’re just... here. Undeniably.

He walks to the sink, slower now. Grips the edge of the counter and leans forward until he can see himself in the mirror- sharp under the fluorescent lights. Too pale. Shadowed. Something about his reflection looks... unfinished. Like he’s missing skin. Like something inside him has been scraped raw and left to blister.

Kelly’s gone. Packed up and left without crying. Left without begging. He told himself she wouldn’t leave. She always said she wouldn’t. Who would leave this?

Max hadn’t said much to convince her not to go. But what was there to say? He knows what she thinks of him. That he’s poisoned. That he’s sick in the head. That he’s been rotting from the inside out, a rabid dog chewing on a bone he refuses to let go of.

His gaze drops to the makeup bag. Then to the helmet. Then to the suit.

You didn’t ask permission to be here. Didn’t earn your way in. You walked in with soft edges and good timing and everyone opened their fucking arms. And now?

Now they talk about you like you matter. Like your voice means something. Like you help. Like you contribute. You’re not just tolerated- you’re welcomed.

Max’s throat tightens. His jaw pulses. And worst of all? You’ve been touching his work. His craft. The one thing he’s built his entire goddamn life around.n You’ve been touching it without him even knowing.

Helping.

Helping him.

And now Kelly is gone, and Jos keeps looking at him like he’s waiting for something, and the team is humming better than ever and you’ve been here behind the curtain the whole time, pulling strings with your clipboard and your Southern drawl and your clean, pretty hands.

It makes him want to wreck something. To burn something to the ground.

He grips the edge of the counter and stares at his reflection. The overhead light cuts sharp lines down his face. He looks tired. Stretched thin. Like a man whose world has shifted ten degrees off center and no one around him seems to fucking notice.

He yanks open his locker. The door bangs louder than it should, metal slamming metal, the sound echoing in his skull. He pulls on his gear mechanically, dresses with sharp, brutal efficiency. Each motion is exact. Angry. Controlled. Suit zipped. Boots on. Balaclava shoved down and hanging around his neck like a noose.

He has no plan.

Not yet.

But he knows one thing: you’re going to regret ever stepping foot in this garage.

You’re going to feel him at your back every second of this day.

He’s going to dismantle you- piece by piece, inch by inch- until you’re begging to go back to America. Back to IndyCar. Back to whatever cousin-fucking farm town let you believe for even a second that you could survive here.

He’ll be patient.

He’ll smile, if he has to.

But he’s going to make you suffer.

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You’re mid-sentence with Gavin when the garage doors groan open and Christian steps inside, clipboard under one arm and coffee in hand. “Morning,” you call, light and easy.

Christian eyes the data printouts still clutched in Gavin’s hands, then the half-drunk coffee beside your laptop. “How long have you been here?”

You smile sweetly. “What time did the gates open?”

It’s almost amused, the way he chuckles and taps the top of your clipboard as he passes. “Tell me you didn’t print more for me.”

“Two full stints and a run breakdown,” you say, offering a proud little shrug. “Nothing crazy.”

Christian shakes his head, muttering something about overachievers as he disappears toward the telemetry station. You hadn’t expected to like him. He wasn’t particularly warm during your brief stints in Spa or Zandvoort. Efficient. Cold, even. He’d barely looked up from the boardroom table during your first contract discussion.

But the longer you’ve been here- filling his inbox with run logs and leaving stacks of annotated telemetry on his desk like a one-woman crusade against inefficiency- something shifted. The occasional conversation. A dry comment. The way he pretends to be annoyed when you fudge your time card and don’t bill him for the overtime he knows you’re putting in.

It’s subtle. But you can feel it.

He’s not as brutal as he seems. Just exacting. And mostly left to run his own little kingdom off to the side of whatever chaos Helmut’s orchestrating.

“So,” Gavin says, nudging the edge of your clipboard with his knuckle. “Still think this whole setup’s half-baked?”

“I didn’t say half-baked,” you counter. “I said… unpolished.”

Gavin grins.

You glance over the sheet again- dragging the opposite rear slightly under braking. The idea isn’t terrible. A little more rotation into the corners. More rear stability under stress, offset the rotational drift a bit, give more grip into corners, especially in changeable conditions.You get what they’re trying to do. You’re not against it. You just… don’t think they’ve nailed the implementation yet. Too many assumptions built into the mapping. Sloppy on paper, sloppy in the sim. You can’t imagine it will translate to the car as anything but… sloppy.

Still, if you can feel where it wants to go, maybe you can help get it there. Track’s already paid for. Might as well make the most of it. 

GP wanders into your periphery, and you give him a smile and a quick nod. Familiar, but not close. Max’s race engineer is sharp- maybe the sharpest in the paddock- but he tends to keep his cards close. You can respect that.

“Hey,” he says, in that calm, understated way. Always neutral. Always listening. “You ready to jump in first?”

“Sure am.”

And then- he walks in. You don’t hear the locker room door, just the shift in the air. The crew seems to pull tighter around his presence, instinctively, like they’re anticipating the weather to change. You glance over automatically, and there he is.

Max Verstappen.

It’s been weeks since you last saw him. Not since Zandvoort. Not in person, anyway.

He looks the same- jumpsuit half-zipped, balaclava slung around his neck like a scarf, expression unreadable.

You offer him a small, polite smile. “Morning,” you say. “Good to see you.”

Max doesn’t smile back. He doesn’t even nod. “I’m driving first,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear, like he’s not really speaking to you, just announcing something inevitable. The words hang in the air like a dropped wrench. You blink.

The clipboard in your hand shifts slightly, but your smile doesn’t move. “Oh,” you start, keeping your tone light, neutral. “I thought the plan was-” 

“She’s had the package on the sim for weeks, it sounds like,” Max cuts in, sharp but calm. Talking to Christian, not to you. “She can send her notes if she wants. I want to see how it runs without the preamble.” He still hasn’t looked at you. You feel something sink low in your stomach. You’re not even in the conversation anymore. You’re around it. Present, but no longer acknowledged.

There’s a split second where you’re trying to catch up- trying to figure out if you misheard something. If maybe this is just Max being weird and Dutch and blunt and driven. You know how Jos is. Maybe it’s cultural. Maybe it’s hereditary. Maybe it’s nothing.

You don’t agree. You don’t argue. You want to. Your gut reaction is to open your mouth- to gently, confidently remind him how the session’s been laid out for two weeks, how the engineers asked for your warm-up feedback specifically, how you were supposed to help optimize the later runs for him.

But you don’t.

It’s not your place. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Not with him.

You pause for a beat, unsure whether to speak again- but it’s already out of your hands. Christian gives a small, tight nod. “Alright,” he says. “We’ll get the seat swapped.” That’s it. No question. No redirection. No eye contact. Not a hill Christian’s going to die on. Not with Max.

You process it quickly- no time to let it land wrong. No time to show anything other than flexibility. You adjust your grip on the clipboard and give a polite, easy smile. “Of course,” you say. “Happy to work from the pit wall until someone needs me.” Your tone is warm. Helpful. Undemanding. And it’s true. You’ll help however you’re needed. You always do.

But still… something tugs low in your chest. A dull, familiar ache. You haven’t been in a real car in weeks. Not since Zandvoort. Sim sessions are fine- they serve a purpose- but they don’t breathe. They don’t push back. They don’t talk to you the way a real car does when the weight shifts under braking or the tires start to chatter against the limit.

You miss it. Not in a dramatic way, not in a desperate way. Just... like missing a limb. No big deal.

You step back from the car as Max steps up, careful not to let your gaze linger when the pit crew pulls your seat and installs his. You don’t look at Max or GP or Christian. You keep your smile. You center yourself in your role.

You’re here to be useful. That’s enough.

Gavin shoots you a side glance, but you don’t look at him, either. You're too busy straightening your posture, smoothing down the front of your jacket like that’ll make it sting less, collecting your laptop and your headset and wandering over to the temporary pit wall. 

Max climbs into the car like he owns it. Not just the machine- but the moment.

You stay off to the side of the pit wall, arms crossed loosely, clipboard pressed against your ribs. The headset sits snug over your ears, filtering in telemetry, tire temps, radio chatter. You’re not sulking. Not even disappointed. You’re observing.

That’s what you said you’d do.

Max launches cleanly out of the garage. No hesitation. Smooth in the pit lane, sharp into the out lap. Everything looks fine, at first. Clean throttle pickup. Controlled steering. You let yourself settle into the rhythm of it, eyes flicking across the numbers on the monitor.

Then the first braking zone hits.

The front end wobbles. The rear steps just half a beat too late. It’s not huge- barely noticeable on the external feed- but you’ve felt this setup a dozen times in the sim. That was the drag pulling unevenly. Just enough to throw the balance.

He adjusts, but you see it again. Lap two. Same issue. The car skips like it wants to pivot too early under load.

“Bit twitchy,” GP says lightly into the comms.

“Feels great,” Max responds. His voice is tight. Quick. “No notes.”

Your brows draw together. The laps keep coming, and the issues start compounding. He’s fighting the car. Overshooting entries. Missing apexes. Going off line. He’s driving the hell out of it. That much is clear. But it’s brute force, not balance.

You glance at Christian. He’s standing with his arms crossed, jaw set, not saying anything. But he’s watching Max a little too closely. You tug at his sleeve. He tilts his head, just slightly, and you lean in to speak under the comms.

“I know it’s not my turn,” you say quietly, “but I’ve been in this setup more than anyone. There are a few tricks to stabilizing the rear under heavy braking. If you want, I can talk him through it.”

Christian eyes you for half a second- measuring, maybe- but then nods. “Give it a shot.”

You flip your mic on. “Hey, Max,” you say gently, keying your mic with the same calm tone you’d use during a debrief. “Try braking a little earlier into Turn 9, then dragging about half-pedal to rotate the car. The pull settles better that way, keeps the rear where it should be. Might give you a cleaner line.”

There’s a beat of silence- long enough to make you wonder if he’s thinking it over. Adjusting. Trying it.

Then-

“Don’t need coaching,” Max says, his voice hard-edged and clipped. “Got it.” The comm cuts out with a decisive click. You blink, startled- but not bruised.

It’s not what you expected. You were careful with your tone, kept it light, supportive. Non-confrontational. The advice wasn’t even complex- just a tweak, a trick that helped you tame the same twitchiness during sim work last week. You glance toward Christian, but he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even look at you. Just stares straight ahead at the live feed, his jaw set, arms folded tighter across his chest than they were five minutes ago.

You shift back in your seat, smoothing a crease in your jeans out of habit. The headset hums soft with tire data and GP’s quiet pacing in Max’s ear. You focus on the numbers, on the lines. On the job.

Let him work it out. Let him feel it.

He’s Max Verstappen. World champion. Hell of a driver. If anyone can take a twitchy, half-baked braking system and drag something clean out of it, it’s him. You didn’t mean to imply otherwise. You don’t think otherwise.

So you sit back. Let the moment pass. Watch the delta clock tick. You expect to see improvement- not instant brilliance, but maybe a cleaner sector. A smoother trail into Turn 9.

But the next lap comes and goes. And the data says otherwise. The car still fights on entry. The rear still snaps wide at the apex. He’s still overcorrecting. Still off-line. You tilt your head slightly, frowning at the monitor.

You weren’t trying to take anything from him. Not control. Not authority. Just... offering the knowledge you’ve earned the hard way. A few more laps go by. More missed corners. More resistance from the car. The brake temps are running high. The split across the rear bias is getting messy. His lines look aggressive, not efficient.

You say nothing, quiet, until it feels cruel, inefficient, wasteful not to try. God knows what kind of tab today is going to run up for RedBull. It’s wrong to just sit on knowledge that you know can clean this up, even just a fraction. “Try adjusting your entry into Turn 12,” you offer again, voice smooth as glass. “Just a little more-”

This time, there’s no voice. Just the soft, deliberate click of a mic button being held down long enough to cut you off. Your audio drops out mid-sentence. You exhale, slow. Not upset. Not yet. Just... calculating.

That wasn’t an accident. He’s held his mic button. Deliberate. Dismissive. Your hand tightens around your clipboard. The pressure blooms hot in your chest, but you push it down. He’s making it clear- he doesn’t want your help. Not in front of the team. Not in front of Christian. Not ever.

And the worst part?

It’s not just hurting the session. It’s killing the data.

He’s not learning anything. He’s not adjusting. He’s pretending the system works because he’s refusing to let it fail. He’s trying to drive around physics, and no one’s getting clean feedback out of it- not the devs, not the engineers, not you. This isn’t just a bad test session. It’s unusable. 

The system was always going to be a little unrefined, a little more than unrefined, in your opinion. That’s what these days are for. But this? This is sabotage. Max isn’t driving to improve the package. He’s driving to prove you wrong.

And maybe it’s not personal. Maybe it’s just ego. Maybe he doesn’t like your suggestions. Maybe he doesn’t trust a dev driver to advise a driver that’s approaching two-time world champion.

Maybe.

But something about the way he’s doing it- the performative dismissal, the passive silences, the outright cut-off- It doesn’t sit right. You press your lips together and tuck your clipboard tighter to your chest. You’re not wrong. You know that.

But suddenly, it feels like being right isn’t going to matter. Not in this garage. Not today.

When they call Max in, there’s no explanation. No argument. Just a dry instruction from GP to box this lap, delivered without inflection. Max doesn’t push back.

The engine cuts and it’s almost a relief. The tension that's been laced into every radio call, every lap, every breath- it doesn't vanish. But at least it stops compounding.

You pull your headset off and make your way toward the huddle already forming around the screen. GP’s in the center, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Gavin’s got a pen behind one ear and a thousand-yard stare. Alessandro, the lead on the braking prototype, is scrubbing a hand down his face like he’s trying to physically wipe the data away.

You glance at the screens. It’s a mess.

He never settled the car. Never found a consistent input rhythm. Lap one looked nothing like lap three, which looked nothing like lap six. Braking variance, throttle delay, tire wear pattern- all of it compromised. He didn’t test the system. He tested his ego.

“Jesus,” Alessandro mutters. “He forced it the whole time.”

“Every lap,” Gavin adds. “No clean delta. No lift-brake comparisons. It’s worthless.”

Not entirely. You’ve done this enough times to recognize usable slivers buried beneath the chaos. But to anyone else it looks like dogshit. Totally unworkable. You glance down at your own clipboard. Your notes are meticulous. You’ve been shaping this system in the sim for weeks. You know what it needs- what it responds to.

You don’t make a show of it. You slip them to GP under the screen, out of sight.

“Here,” you say. “Maybe these will help.” He takes them, scans the handwriting, then flicks his eyes up to yours.

“They’re pulled from your data,” you say quietly. “Your analysis. Got it?”

GP blinks at you. His brow furrows, just slightly. He nods. Folds the papers. Doesn’t ask again.

You don’t elaborate. Just step back as the group crowds around the tablet, trying to stitch something together from the mess.

The headache building behind your eyes lifts miraculously when Christian turns to you and says, “Let’s get you in for a couple laps. Just to stabilize the baseline.”

And just like that? It’s gone. The tension, the frustration, the weird sick pit in your stomach.

Gone.

Your whole body lifts at once, like someone pulled a string in your chest. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he says, already turning toward the engineers. “Give her a baseline and send her out. We need something usable.” You don’t wait for anyone else to speak.

You practically skip to the locker room, the clipboard swinging in your hand, the weight of the last thirty minutes falling off your shoulders like water. You haven’t driven a real car in weeks. Not since Zandvoort. And sim hours can’t replicate the sound, the vibration, the way the tires talk back to you at the edge of grip.

A real car.

You could cry.

You swing open the locker room door, still smiling. And then you stop. Your boots are there. Your gloves. Your helmet- just gleaming on the shelf, visor slightly cracked open like it’s waiting for you. Your suit, hanging neatly just as you left it. But your fireproofs?

Gone.

Not folded over your bag where you always keep them. Not tucked in your locker. Not crumpled on the bench or dropped behind the door. You freeze for half a second, scanning everything twice, then again.

No. No fucking way. You know you brought them. You folded them this morning. Laid them out just so- sleeves crossed, neckline folded down, because you like being able to get dressed in exactly ten seconds flat. And now? Nothing.

You stare at the spot where they should be. Okay. Okay. Maybe you moved them. Maybe you set them somewhere and forgot. Maybe someone tossed them in a pile without thinking.

But the locker room is too clean. Too intact. Everything else is untouched. Just the one thing missing. You bite the inside of your cheek, the nerves starting to flicker under your skin. It’s stupid. Paranoid. Insane, even. This is a professional garage. People don’t just… hide each other’s fireproofs.

But you can’t ask.

You can’t let anyone know you don’t have them. Because if someone finds out, they won’t let you drive- not without the full kit. Safety regs. Liability. Some poor OSHA nerd, or whatever the insufferable Euro equivalent is, would throw themselves in front of the car.

And you are not missing your shot today. Not over this. Not when you’ve been starving for the vibration of some real power through your bones.

There’s no time. No one saw anything. No one’s asking questions. No one knows. You can’t wear jeans and a sweater under your suit- they’ll bunch and pinch. And if anyone sees the fabric lines, they’ll know. So you strip.

Down to your bra and underwear.

You step into the suit carefully, like someone might walk in any second. Tug the zipper up to your throat. Adjust the collar. Make sure every inch is covered.

It’s fine.

No one needs to know.

It’s just a few laps.

You walk back into the garage with your helmet under one arm and your gloves clenched in your hand, the weight of your suit suddenly heavier than you remember it being. It clings differently now, soft and close over skin, and the air inside the building feels sharper, thinner, colder through the bretahable panels. But your stride is steady. Even. Measured.

No one says anything. No one looks twice.

That’s… good.

Your gear is zipped to your throat, cinched at the wrists and ankles. Velcro checked. Checked again. Every inch of you is covered. And still, you feel bare in a way you can’t explain. Not vulnerable, not exactly. Just… aware.

The pit crew is moving like clockwork. Christian and Alessandro are already at the screens. Gavin sees you coming and gives a sharp little nod, stepping in to take your phone. You murmur a thank-you as you pass it off and start toward the car.

You don’t see Max until you’re practically alongside him. He’s just standing there, arms folded, posture easy, like he hasn’t spent the last hour driving that setup into the ground. You glance his way, ready to be professional- polite, even. Maybe offer a small smile if it feels appropriate. But something in his expression doesn’t match the moment.

His gaze flicks toward you. Not dramatic. Not lingering. Just a pass over. And in that second- barely longer than a breath- you catch it. A twitch at the corner of his mouth. A shift in his eyes.

Like he’s… surprised.

You wouldn’t have noticed it if you hadn’t looked. You weren’t looking for it. But now that you’ve seen it, it sticks in your mind- not because it makes sense, but because it doesn’t. Surprised?

You don’t dwell on it.You’re not here to dissect his mood. You climb into the car, careful with your motions, hyper-conscious of how the suit moves against you- how much thinner it feels without your fireproofs underneath. You grip the edge of the cockpit to lower yourself in, careful not to let the fabric shift too far up your arms or legs.

Gavin helps you buckle in, clips your HANS anchors over the posts of your helmet. The harness pulls tight over your chest, pressing your heart into your ribs. Your breathing slows. You exhale once. Then again. Visor down. Radio check. Systems go.

Series Masterlist Another super chapter- 25 pages for your patience over the weekend <3

Sorry, Kel 💔

[pshbites]

enhypen as pro athletes

genre ⇢ reactions, imagines, wtv u wanna call it

wc ⇢ 200 ish per member ? idk

warning(s) ⇢ profanity, loll smth else?

taglist ⇢ @wensurr @nshmurarki @blvengene @sirens-dreams @mimismenu

a/n : erm i should be studying for my chem exam but that can wait 🙈

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HEESEUNG… basketball player

- major troy bolton vibes

- he’s got tunes AND hoops

- god forbid you’re at a park and he sees a court

- “this one’s for you baby!!” *misses*

- all jokes aside he has that nba player aura to him

- DEFFF a d1 college athlete who then went pro

- always blowing a kiss to you in the crowd

- TROOOOYYYYYYYYYY

- he would try teaching you how to play but then get frustrated because he’s so passionate

- he’s just good at basketball and he can sing that’s what he brings the table that’s all he got!!!!

JAY… f1 driver

- lol did i give my bias my fav sport… MAYBEEE

- lewis hamilton and max verstappens love child

- oh and he’s a red bull driver

- fashion ICON. always pulling up in the paddock best dressed

- serves cunt on the streets

- he would be a menace whenever you two go go karting.. leaving you in the dust i fear

- you’ll never catch him below p5

- those sassy radios

- you’ll always catch him being snarky on the grid and off the grid

- akshully, he would tweet like lewis in 2014

- “he’s sitting in the middle of the road doing nothing”

- always blowing a kiss to you when he’s on the podium

- the alchemy by ts “where’s the trophy and he just comes running over to me”

- oh he’s looking for you the second he’s out of that car

- he would single handedly bring back red bull dominance

- picturing jay in a red bull uniform.. it’s heavenly.

- sigh i need someone to write f1driver!jay

JAKE… soccer player

- this was a given

- HE PLAYS FOR REAL MADRID NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

- him & that team would get along tooooooo well

- constantly posting q&a on instagram

- this un media trained king

- always mentions you no matter what

- “how are you feeling for the next match?” “great.. so my gf-“

- first thing he’s doing after winning is pulling out his phone and filming

- “LIVE REACTION TO THE WINNING GOAL” and it’s a 25 sec clip of him and güler running around the field.

- his insta story is such a struggle to get thru bc it’s either clips of him and the team on the private jet or a ton of random ass q&as

- “what’s your plan for the next season?” “idrk but today i had waffles for breakfast 😍”

- his interviews are always the most entertaining bc he just says anything

SUNGHOON… hockey player

- this is because i can’t just do a freebie and give him ice skater 😞

- BUT HE DID PLAY FOR THE HOCKEY TEAM WHEN HE WAS LITTLE!!

- he’s not like the other hockey men tho, not overly aggressive

- he’s actually calm when he isn’t annoyed about losing

- one thing about him, he will drag it through the mud if he gets in the penalty box

- kicking ice and everything 😭

- lowk i see him as the teammate who isn’t very public with his personal life

- only time people see him smiling with 50 teeth is when he’s with u

- thinks of his job as more of a hobby

- “so what interested you in ice hockey!” “i was bored…”

- deffo plays for the national team

- just the most nonchalant person there

SUNOO… tennis player

- now hear me out

- blonde sunoo = art donaldson

- LIKE WOAHHHH!!!

- once again on the national team FOR SURE

- does not play when it comes to tennis (idk anything abt tennis 🤣)

- WILL huff and puff if it’s out

- SO sassy

- like side eye when they’re sipping water and changing rackets

- cannot play duos for the life of him

- but he’s GOOD

- nicest person ever out of the field tho

- interviewers love him because he knows how to appeal to fans

- cannot be mysterious for the life of him

- his insta posts are either him or pics of you AND him

- he actually hard launched you on his insta

JUNGWON… swimmer

- i mean,,, have u seen that body???

- the way he dances helps out a lot because he’s very flexible

- oh he’s for sure on the national AND olympic team

- i know a body of water hate to see him coming

- you two could be at the beach and suddenly he’s doing all this fancy shit

- likes to brag about how long he can hold his breath underwater

- like a child “look look! 30 seconds” like yes baby you go!!!

- his personality switches when he has a swim meet though

- literally rbf EVERYWHEREEEE

- the second he’s out of the water tho he’s back to normal

- unfortunately he isn’t a pr nightmare

- too media trained for his own good

RIKI… baseball player

- he’s gonna be eating that dodger dawg 25/8

- idk anything abt baseball so bear with me

- bro is locked in for every single game

- and you alr know he’s in the mlb (america RAHHHH)

- i think he’d play for the yankees

- riki belongs in nyc we know this

- a pr NIGHTMARE.

- his managers hate to see him coming bc he’s just doing anything

- “what do you think you could’ve improved in the last game?” “nothing i’m amazing shut up”

- he doesn’t take anyone’s bs

- not even his own teammates r safe from him

- his social media is full of goofy ass posts or posts that you collaborated with him on insta but it’s only aesthetic bc it’s from your page

- lowk i think he would occasionally posts those pics like he does on weverse like just insane amt of aura in one pic

- probably has a streaming account in this universe too

- “can we hurry this session up i have to stream at 7 😑”

- part time mlb player, full time twitch streamer actually

[babybearnation]

(inspired by a fanart) motogp!oscar + f1!male!reader = general smutty headcanons (bonus points for riding jokes lol)

wooo horny content lmfaooo - but also forgive me, i know very little about motogp lol

bottom!motogp!oscar piastri x top!male!f1!reader

let's get the riding jokes/comments out of the way first, shall we?

oscar is used to straddling his bike for long periods of time so he's fucking amazing at riding you

if he's facing you, he's unintentionally fondling your chest as he rides you quick and fast, moaning and whimpering each time he sinks down

but if he's got his back to you, he will go so fucking slowly, breathy moans filling the room as he practically puts on a show for you

he has a hard rule that you can't fuck him on race weekends because your dick is too good and it will make him walk funny and could affect his racing, but you've found many, many work arounds because seeing oscar in his suit & helmet or straddling his bike does things to you

some of these work arounds include:

giving him blowjobs in his gp room mere minutes before he has to leave - he loves these and will whimper into his palm as he shyly fucks your mouth, eagerly chasing what you are willingly giving him

shoving your hand down his pants and making him cum in them before he has to go to the podium - this rarely happens but when it does, you will have to deal with a clingy, horny oscar for the rest of the night

or, your personal fave, fucking his mouth until it makes his voice go hoarse and then refusing to let him cum until after he's finished his media duties. this one drives him crazy but, well, he loves it all the same

if he has a bad race but still wants to do something sexual, oscar will ask you to make love to him, slow and gentle and full of praise, and who are you to say no?

mark him up

mark. him. up!

he wants his neck to be smothered in hickies and i mean fully SMOTHERED to the point that everyone is very aware of them but no one knows how to talk about them to him without it being awkward or weird

if anyone ever flirts with him, it's your job to make him scream your name so loud that the person who was flirting knows he's yours and only yours

i just know this man is a tease who will happily send you dick pics mere seconds before you have to go and race

he'll watch the driver-facing onboard for the parts where you get in and out of your car so he can see how hard you are because of him

once jerked off in your driver's room because you got really angry on the radio and oscar thinks that's hot

this barely any focused on them being drivers but oh well lmfao

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[4rmins]

I know you normally do x reader but if you do megumi x idatori I will be forever in your debt!

Don't worry about it if you don't feel like it tho <3

⊹₊⟡⋆꩜ .ᐟ — “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

pairing : yuuji itadori x megumi fushiguro

warnings : swearing, death jokes

description : bf socmed interactions + hcs between yuuji and megumi

— megumi LOVES to cuddle and kiss, but only behind closed doors. however, it took two months of dating before he felt comfortable with any kind of affection (he's so emotionally constipated)

— yuuji will fight megumi to be the big spoon, he just loves holding megumi in his arms. every now and then, he'll give megumi a squeeze and kiss the back of his head

— yuuji is the only person megumi lets touch his hair. yuuji loves to play with megumis hair and will often put bows on it (and then send pics to gojo and nobara)

— yuuji is BIG on posting megumi and him (most photo credits go to nobara as she usually third wheels)

— gojo was the last to know that megumi liked yuuji AND the last to know they were dating

— in fact, when he found out he started crying and blubbering about how his “little boy is all grown up now”, completely embarrassing megumi (he lives to embarrass megumi)

— yuuji always ropes megumi into playing fortnite with him. as much as megumi pretends to hate playing, he loves hanging out with yuuji and seeing him get REALLY into the game

— yuuji and megumi have a private minecraft server where their beds are pushed side by side (megumi has a whole field of flowers in the shape of a heart for yuuji)

— they regularly play dress to impress with nobara and yuuji ALWAYS gets podium (much to nobara’s chagrin)

— it took megumi more than half a year of dating before he said “i love you”. yuuji, on the other hand, said it about three months after they started dating.

— contrary to popular belief, megumi is MORE in love with yuuji than yuuji is with megumi

honestly i dont think this is my best work? i didnt know if u wanted a smau or anything written so i just added hcs. going thru major writers block sorry 😞

instagram photo is from pinterest, poorly edited the hair

[rbr4c1ng]

Hii! I was wondering if you could maybe explain the bus bros fallout or p2p gate or pretty much all of the McLaughlin-Newgarden lore to me since I'm only getting in to IndyCar now and I want to be caught up before the 500. I understand this is a big ask but I've seen that youve posted about it and I just NEED to know. Any links to other pieces of lore would also be much apreciated. Completely understand if you don't want to write anything though so thank you so much I advance!! <3

YES ABSOLUTELY I WILL EXPLAIN! this is my special interest dw i could write an 18 page essay about their lore.

SO basically scott came into indycar from supercars in 2020-2021 ish and him a josef started getting along like super well, which is honestly a bit odd bc josef is known to not really let people get so close to him, so scotty is a bit of an outlier in that respect.

eventually! they make bus bros!!! wooooo everyone loves it etc etc they have fun making it…. until they don’t! leading up to their breakup there were QUITE a few clues that they knew it was gonna end in flames like scott talked about it on off track (see audio excerpt below) and on hot seats with hinch if i remember correctly?

there’s also a fair share of articles that mention it. they basically knew it was inevitable but i don’t think anyone thought it was gonna happen so quickly??

so then the winter break leading into the 2024 szn happened! this is about when i started getting really into bus bros and was honestly pretty present for some of this shit (i was at the daytona 24 and st pete so i’ve got some first hand evidence but we will get to that later)… anyways so the rumors start going around that bus bros is over around?? st pete time i think??? a little bit earlier. which is odd given that they seemed okay with each other at the daytona 24, even though i thought it was strange that they weren’t both on tower motorsports anymore cause josef switched to penske porsche but GENERALLY it seemed okay (although based on this pic idk their relationship seems a little charged atp but it’s all speculation really)

then after the rumors come out i think it was jenna fryer’s article that did it in? (idk it has a paywall on it for me right now and i don’t care enough to find it here but there’s definitely excerpts floating around) now i do recommend to take anything jenna fryer says with a grain of salt bc she is essentially a gossip columnist for all intents and purposes. but the article basically said that josef and scotty were done and scott wouldn’t answer any questions about it and was only saying that they’re fine or to ask josef about it (tea from todays 100 days to indy episode actually…). they promptly took down the bus bros merch site and have been relatively quiet since then. at st pete they talked on the podium and didn’t seem too bad but i’ve seen other clips where they won’t even sit next to each other or speak to each other so take that as you will. podiums are pretty much just publicity, cameras everywhere, you’d probably want to seem at least cordial with your teammate.

(pic 1 is mine, pic 2 is a pic of my tv from todays episode LMFAO)

so heres where most of the speculative stuff comes in. Josef dissolved his media company, unfollowed everyone, and cancelled bus bros leading into the 2024 season because he wanted to “get rid of distractions”, and really we could leave it at that, but i find it hard to believe that that’s the only thing that happened.

Josef is the dictionary definition of Penske Perfect, you won’t get any closer to it than him. he’s fucking OBSESSED with this idea of being perfect. perfect season, perfect body, perfect car, perfect team. obviously this isn’t feasible, but scotty seemed to have broken through that block in his little Penske Perfect brain and got him to LIGHTEN UP A BIT. and then the 2023 season happened. sure, josef won the indy 500 but it was one of his worst season finishes in a while and, to make matters worse, scott BEAT him. little scotty mac, supercars champion transplant from 2021 beat josef newgarden at his own fucking game after breaking down his walls and making him soft. i can see how that scared josef honestly. so he ended it. Scott doesn’t see things on a plane of winning/losing imo, everything is just experience for him. hell, he didn’t even know if he would end up in indycar and he sure as hell didn’t think he’d win races so soon AND beat his teammate. to josef, it’s JUST winning/losing. if he’s losing, he needs to be better. and he lost sight of that for the 2023 season. that’s why he had to come back and put an end to the shenanigans bc he knows scott makes him soft.

but that’s just my speculation!!!!! literally could just be nothing. maybe it is to josef, but i know for a FACT it isn’t to scott.

OH and with the p2pgate stuff! basically they had a component in their car that. was not supposed to be there! that prevented race control from turning off their push to pass like normal. (marshall pruitt has a rlly good article explaining it all here) and they were caught in long beach when race control forgot to turn on the push to pass during the sunday warm up and HMMMMM why do the penske cars still have it???? when has this happened before??? oh ok st pete! now they’re disqualified. josef used 9 seconds of p2p when it was not enabled and scotty only used 1.9 and will used none. so i’m led to believe that it was a josef-centered choice IF it was intentional to use the p2p when it was supposed to be inactive.

now josef really laid down the water works for that press conference at barber to the point that i was having a VERY hard time watching it. i felt bad for the guy. he seemed really fucking upset and i almost believe that it WASNT on purpose but. it’s just too good to be true right?

honestly i think this all could tie back to the downfall of bus bros in that scott maybe didn’t want to do the p2p thing but josef was willing to? and maybe that caused some sort of divide between them bc then again for josef it’s about Winning No Matter What, and yes scott wants to win but cheating isn’t the way for him. idk.

for more of their lore when they WERE friends, watch bus bros (duh), admit one, 100 days to indy, scott learns america: nashville, hot seats with hinch, and listen to scott’s episode on off track with hinch and rossi! also there are some very brief interactions between them on some older penske games videos before bus bros was even a thing but it’s not much. there are more but i can’t think of them rn…

sorry for rambling, if you have any more qs feel free to ask!!! i’m always available for brain picking :)

[moonshynecybin]

In the teenage mom Marc au, how hard does Vale need to stay still and breathe through his nose when the first time known baby magnet dovi enters the picture. The babysitter list as you said suddenly includes dovi. Vale post breakup so used to seeing the baby with Julia/roser/alex or santi only, nearly has an aneurysm when it's Dovi chucking a squealing toddler into the air. She still lights up for Vale but she also lights up for Dovi. Does not consider that Marc sitting off to the side laughing along clicking pictures might be the other half of the reason for the heartburn.

It's a different kind of hurt to when Vale saw Jorge play around with the kid (she was firmly being held by Dani because Jorge is not on the list) and gets a reality check of the baby is going to grow up know more people love more people, people that are not Vale, one day she might not even recognise vale in the crowd

Oooh is Uccio specifically told not to stop the child from heading over to Vale or is there an incident where she is turned away which NOW marc is truly done with Vale

LOVE this question. because a few days ago i was answering asks about their handshake heard round the world at argentina 2019 and i was like ummm why would vale do that and then immediately reverse course. for why. for what. and THEN i saw dovi also on the podium and i was like lmaooooo okay. jealous.

not just in an rpf way (although. please.) it’s like. vale is a person who is very aware of how a rivalry can get mythologized into a rider’s mythos. he himself is very CAREFUL and DELIBERATE about who he names as his rivals and how he manages perceptions surrounding them (he’s on good terms with them! keeps their helmets in his museum etc) and he’s kept marc pretty deliberately out of this narrative as an evil little punishment for marc’s whole deal.

BUT ! lmao. if we look at marc’s major rivals on track, there’s two major entries: vale and dovi. later fabio but post injury is a dif ballgame. and dovi is frankly better at fighting marc than vale is! so i think he sees the narrative of marc’s star getting tied to dovi and chafes a little (he is MYYYY FATED RIVAL. i am the only one who can actually challenge him as he is the best and i am the best. type shit) and then he decides wellllll what if i make this weekend about MEEE and himmmm and shakes marc’s goddamn hand lmao.

so. to actually answer your ask. if he sees marc like. having a NONtoxic homoerotic rivalry with someone he’s gonna chafe. if he sees that IN ADDITION to dovi being on the baby marquez’s (she’s. 6 in 2017 and he STILL somewhat psychotically considers her basically his own. #deadbeatstepdad) babysitter list he’s gonna lose it lmao. MAJOR kick in the pants. like marc literally hands her off to dovi in parc ferme like it’s nothing and vale’s smile FREEZES. double take. chest seizes. thank god he has sunglasses on. because usually she’s pulling over to himmmm (but she LIKES DOVI. and marc had been racing DOVI those last few turns. not vale…) and she’s NOTTTTT. dovi cracks a sleepy little deadpan joke and marc full body laughs and her little kid hands are tugging at dovi’s cap and for the SECOND TIME IN HIS LIFE vale sees this kid and is like haha. i’m in dangerrrrr. motogp instagram posts a cute pic of baby marquez with dovi on instagram (usually it is VALE or MARC in those!!! fuck !!) captioned like “looks like someone has a new babysitter!” and vale genuinely has to have a white knuckle moment staring into the mirror. goes to bother honda hospitality in incognito mode the next day because truly. that is his DAUGHTERRRRR. cold anxiety swimming around in his stomach nonchalant smile plastered on realizing that like. if he wants an actual place in her life he’s gonna have to ask 4 it. she sees him and. LIGHTS up. marc gives him a tense affectionate smile… still wary…. he still ALWAYS lets him see her though…

and that’s ALSO how vale cottons on to the marc of it all. because he’s turning it over in his mind like he’s trying to crack the zodiac killer case and eventually there’s no running from it and he’s like. um. i think the driving force of this is that i want to have a family with marc. and i love that little girl. and i miss him. and then. well he has to convince marc that he’s gonna stick around.

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Vettonso x Similar Helmets

SV Germany 2012 x FA Monaco 2013: Gold & Dark Red

I think a lot about Vettonso and their mutual relationship witn gold. They're both golden boys, they're both seen lit gold by the sunshine on many podiums throughout the years, both have worn golden boots, and as you can see here: both have worn golden helmets. The parallels in these particular helmets makes me feel insane. Both are: gold with dark red accents, both have their birthplace's coat of arms(Bergstraße and Asturias), both have team animal motifs, and both have symbols to represent their two championships(You by now know the signifigance of the ones on Fernando's helmet, but I think the ones on Seb's are actually a callback to his Formula BMW days when he used to put the smiley stickers on his car for every win.)

And did you know both of these helmets were designed by the same helmet design company? Yep, both of these are JMD helmets. I know JMD helmets are/were pretty popular, but still, there's something to me about Fernando commissioning the same designer that Seb has been using since he was a literal child. Parallels, am I right?

SV Japan 2010 x FA Japan 2023: White with Black & Red

Haha I remember @protocolseben and I discussing this a bit back in September when Fernando's helmet dropped. I honestly think Seb is such an innovator and trailblazer in terms of helmet design, and you can see his influence in helmet design as recently as this past season. I'm not sure if he was the first ever driver to don a matte white helmet with red accents as a representation of the Japanese flag, but it certainly envoked him in my mind when I saw Fernando's!!

I think Fernando's is pretty similar to all of Seb's 2010-2012 Japan helmets but I like this one the most so! I think if Seb wasn't restrained by the Red Bull logo, he def wouldv'e put the red circle where Nando put his so I think Fernando did a really good job, even if unintentionally, at emulating Seb's sense of design.

SV Singapore 2012 x FA Singapore 2012: Sparkly!

Like I said in the one above, it's crazy how much Seb influenced helmet design. He was pretty much the pioneer of sparkly helmets for Singapore, right? It drives me absolutely insane that there's actually pictures of them together in such similar designed helmets. It's kinda funny actually that even though they're pretty deep in the championship fight at this point, and Seb just got one up on Fernando; Fernando is wearing a helmet that is a direct influence from Seb!!! Is that not insane???

Also, Fernando trying to be camp with trying the now in vogue sparkly Singapore helmet, and Seb accidentally completely blew him out of the water with his outrageous light up LED constellation helmet. But god yeah....to have pics of them in matching helmets from this era particuarly makes me emotional ;;;

SV Hungary 2021 x FA 2022: Pink with Dark Blue

I really could've picked any of Seb's 2021 helmets, but I thought this one matched the best with Fernando's main 2021 helmet(with the color pallet.) Also one thing, it's crazy how much control BWT has as a sponsor, I don't think I've ever seen another sponsor go so hard at having a chokehold on individuality. I like that we got pink liveries and pink helmets, but I don't think they should have that much control.

I'm almost kinda sad there wasn't any Miami GP in 2021, because I think that was the only unique helmet Fernando had in 2022. But these match pretty well! Pretty in pink!! It's crazy that their parallels in the 2020s are ongoing even before Fernando actually takes over Seb's seat. Thanks BWT I guess?

SV Abu Dhabi 2022 x FA Abu Dhabi 2022: Fernando's Seb Tribute Helmet

AND HERE WE HAVE THE PIÈCE DE RÉSISTANCE!!! The ultimate conclusion, it literally couldn't get better than this!! This is still unbelievable, like how is this an actual thing that happened!? Fernando intentionally branding his helmet, the only symbol of individuality in F1, with his rival's flag colors, HIS FLAG!!!!! Not to mention the literal "Vettono Best Moments" collage he posted alongside it....and the hand-holding....and everything that happened with them at Abu Dhabi 2022....

But god, after years of incidentally making parallel helmet designs, Fernando decided to officially tie the knot of the red string of fate, and make a helmet directly referencing Seb's. I think it's funny because as I said with two of the previously mentioned ones, those Fernando designs are pretty much inspired by Seb's, and here he is openly making one directly inspired by Seb. I don't really have words for how this actually makes me feel because it's just. Yeah. The most open and clear declaration of love and respect and admiration one could ever make. TO ME.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Growing Pains Pt 2 | Oscar Piastri x Reader

Summary: Oscar thought leaving was the best thing for you, but quickly realised he cannot function without you.

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Suggestive content.

2024 season. Childhood sweethearts. No facelaim, just rando Pinterest pics

This acc just ended up being Landoscar fluff because I consumed too much of them after Silverstone lol

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mclaren oscar’s post race interviews #bahraingp 

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mclaren please enjoy some clips of our aussie talking about the one aspect of his life NOT involved with his job

→ user1 did mclaren just hard launch a relationship?

→ user2 no because why did they post clips that specifically don’t mention a name

→ user3 yes but the familiarity of the way he’s talking about this girl must mean it’s one he’s known since he was 14???

danielricciardo caught simping in 4k

thisisnotyn oscar sweaty got me feeling some kind of way 

charles_leclerc oh god, that goofy smile is back. i know what that means

→ maxverstappen1 he’s going to start yapping more than i do

→ user4 what do you know?!

alex_albon mate, i’m not going to lie, i don’t think we can defend you from this anymore

→ oscarpiastri you sent me memes of my face. you have never defended me

→ georgerussell63 join the club. wait until he sends you reaction gifs 

→ landonorris i love getting those 

YourUserName pookie 

→ user5 um, is she calling oscar pookie?

→ user6 well, it’s not going to be lando. he was only in one of the clips 

→ user7 idk, we don’t know what happened between them. it could’ve been a bad breakup and she might be trying to piss them off

→ landonorris ew, no. it’s not me. they made up weeks ago btw. no way osco would’ve lasted this long without his yn

→ YourUserName what do you mean ew! you’d be lucky to have me

→ danielricciardo no he wouldn’t

oscarpiastri i also talked a lot about my performance in the race

→ landonorris and where is that footage, huh??? funny how it doesn’t exist 

→ oscapiastri yn says you’re not allowed to tag along to date night anymore because you insulted both of us 

→ landonorris :(

→ user8 what do you mean he tagged along on date night?

→ user9 why are we skipping past the fact that lando confirmed that they’re back together

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YourUserName ladies, get a boyfriend who looks at you the way Oscar looks at Lando (actually, can you get me one first because mine seems to be broken) 

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oscarpiastri whoa, you told me i was a handsome boy. that photo doesn’t look like a handsome boy 

→ YourUserName some people are into the serial killer eyes. not me though, that’s why i’m asking the fans to find me a new bf

→ logansargeant i’ll help

→ user10 we know which side logan is choosing in the divorce 

landonorris how does it feel to know that your boyfriend likes me more 

→ YourUserName i know how to cut brake lines

→ landonorris 😰😰

→ mclaren yn, please don’t threaten our drivers

→ YourUserName hey, i’ll take them both out if they don’t end their affair 

→ oscarpiastri and here i was thinking you would cut his brake lines so i could get on the podium instead 

→ YourUserName sure, we can go with that

user11 can we take a moment to enjoy the fact that they’ve been back together for 4 months and he’s still letting her bully him

→ YourUserName i’m riding the guilt trip until the very end 

→ oscarpiastri i love you

→ YourUserName i know

→ landonorris but not as much as he loves me! 

→ YourUserName i know where you sleep

→ landonorris yeah, with your boyfriend!

→ oscarpiastri don’t tell the internet that! 

danielricciardo lando used to look at me that way

→ YourUserName i think we should start a spurned wags group

→ danielricciardo i’ll bring the wine

→ YourUserName i’ll bring the lightning mcqueen crocs

→ liamlawson30 can i join?

oscarpiastri sweetheart, you know you’re the light of my life

→ YourUserName didn’t feel that way when you guided lando away from a puddle and let me put my foot right in it

→ oscarpiastri i gave you my socks! 

→ YourUserName they were sweaty

→ oscarpiastri it’s all i had… 

→ mclaren yn, please stop bullying him. we can hear him crying from his driver’s room

→ user12 no because the fact that the majority of mclaren admin’s online interactions are just begging yn to behave 

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oscarpiastri when you say date night and she says I’m not putting pants on 

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YourUserName thank you for sharing your pizza with me after i burnt mine <3

→ oscarpiastri i can’t wait to share more with you

landonorris did she hide in your neck at the scary parts 

→ oscarpiastri no she fucking laughed at the way he was running

→ landonorris you cuddled into her neck at the scary parts, didn’t you 

→ oscarpiastri i plead the fifth

→ YourUserName it’s okay, princess, you know i’ll always protect you 

logansargeant no because they had their ‘date night’ 3 days ago and the paintings they did of each other are hanging in their bathroom, and when i tell you they were a shock to the system

→ user13 logan, show them to us, please

YourUserName it’s not my fault that it’s hard to keep pants on when you’re around 

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→ mclaren we talked about this 

→ landonorris my eyes! 

→ user14 @ aussiegrit come get your kids

→ YourUserName don’t tag him in it. mark still thinks i’m nice

→ oscarpiastri no, he knows you’re a gremlin

arthur_leclerc not you trying to pretend that you are romantic when you asked me for all of those ideas

→ YourUserName oh really?

→ oscarpiastri i had a whole night planned and you decided you didn’t want to go out!

→ alex_albon no because you really had him stressing

→ georgerussell63 he was even messaging the grid group chat 

→ danielricciardo he had a whole group of guys debating the best alternative to rose petals

→ YourUserName because i don’t like roses 🥹 oh, osc. it was perfect

→ oscarpiastri 🤍🤍

→ user15 anyone else finding this suspicious

charles_leclerc a date night to remember, i’m sure. and not for the lack of pants 

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user1 rough night in the piastri house, he’s upset mom and wifey 

arthur_leclerc welcome to the family, oscar. please don’t bring yn with you

→ YourUserName you’re just jealous that i didn’t want dinner with you 

→ maxverstappen1 wait, i thought i was your favourite. why don’t you want dinner with me?

→ charles_leclerc you are welcome for dinner anytime, yn

→ oscarpiastri see, what you’ve done. now lestappen are fighting. you promised to keep your crushes to yourself

user2 i love how now that oscar is past his rookie year, his true personality of being a gremlin has come out 

→ user3 now that shy oscar has gone we’re seeing just how well he pairs with yn

→ arthur_leclerc and i can guarantee the grid are missing shy oscar. i have had to put up with this since 2021

→ georgerussell63 i can confirm we do

→ logansargeant now you understand why i prefer to be quiet. if you don’t talk, they can’t bully you 

→ georgerussell63 my name on yn’s phone is amelia georgehart 

→ oscarpiastri we’ve been together for years and mine is peestri pants, count yourself lucky

→ YourUserName lando’s is just fucker. 

→ landonorris the full stop included? 

nicolepiastri i have some questions 

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YourUserName weekends away with you  

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YourUserName thank you for a lovely weekend away from the madness. i could spend forever with you in our little bubble 

→ danielricciardo oh wow so you’re both simps?

→ YourUserName look away! i have a reputation to maintain

→ oscarpiastri no you don’t. you luuuuurve me

landonorris i can’t believe you left me behind 

charles_leclerc remove your head from that poor girl’s shirt. i raised you better than that

pierregasly someone convince kiks to do this with me. she refuses to go camping

→ francisca.cgomes because neither of us would survive sleeping on the ground

→ oscarpiastri neither would yn if not for the fact that we camped in the back garden

→ YourUserName why would i want to go somewhere without a functioning toilet! 

logansargeant where is your shirt. nobody wants to see that 

→ YourUserName i think you’ll find that i did 

→ oscarpiastri she’s a big fan

mclaren please come back, we miss you 

→ oscarpiastri yn says she still has another weekend before she has to return me

→ mclaren we were talking to yn

→ YourUserName miss you too, boo 🧡

→ landonorris why don’t you speak to me like that 

→ YourUserName ‘cause you stole my osc

→ oscarpiastri no one could take me from you 

user4 no because that last pic screams engagement photo and i don't know why

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charles_leclerc i am an incredibly proud father right now  

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oscarpiastri in other words, i convinced the prettiest girl in the world to marry me 

→ YourUserName and now i have the prettiest husband in the world 

user5 how is lando taking oscar looking at someone else that way?

→ landonorris not well

→ danielricciardo he cried the whole day

→ YourUserName that’s why i gave him my flowers

→ landonorris no i earnt those!

→ lilymhe yeah, i still have the bruises! 

user6 miss rabbit has fainted 

YourUserName i enjoyed our father-daughter dance

→ fernandoalo_official @ aussiegrit the monegasque is trying to steal our children

→ oscarpiastri now i’m in trouble with mark

→ YourUserName i’ll make it up to you on our honeymoon

→ oscarpiastri 😳☺️

user6 fuck you to all the bitches who said they wouldn’t last because they’ve never dated anyone else

mclaren what a beautiful couple. i think we need to put those up around MTC

→ YourUserName i think zak would really appreciate them in his office

→ oscarpiastri what makes you think i haven’t already put them up around MTC. gotta keep my wife with me wherever i go

→ YourUserName stop making me giggle 

user7 definition of soulmates 

arthur_leclerc welcome to the family, yn. even though i asked oscar to leave you behind when he was adopted 

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YourUserName i made something 

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nicolepiastri and an amazing job you did, sweetheart

→ YourUserName i love you 💗

→ user8 nicer to mama piastri than she is to her own husband 

oscarpiastri i helped

→ YourUserName you contributed for like 2 seconds

→ oscarpiastri stop being mean to me or i may fall in love with you 

→ landonorris 2 second wonder

→ YourUserName you would know

charles_leclerc i’m too handsome to be a grandpapa 

→ YourUserName certified gilf 

→ oscarpiastri i cannot believe you made me read that. i thought you were better than this

→ YourUserName whoa, i have never been better than this and you know that but i can blame it on baby hormones this time

→ charles_leclerc and oscar will let you get away with it

→ oscarpiastri damn right. she just had my baby

landonorris does this mean i get the chance to win godfather of the year

→ danielricciardo don’t tell me they actually named you godfather. you can barely keep yourself alive

→ logansargeant yn got to pick me so oscar was given the choice to pick the other

→ oscarpiastri we made the decision together as loving parental unit 

→ YourUserName the decision was made whilst i was high on gas and motherly love 

→ oscarpiastri stop making it sound like i coerced you

→ YourUserName you had your top off! of course i was coerced. piastitties

→ mclaren yn, no

oscarpiastri sweetheart, i have loved you every day since we were 14 and being by your side these past 9 months, watching you go through such a monumental change, only proved that it was possible for me to love you even more. i can’t wait to see our family grow 💕

→ YourUserName i love you so much, oscie. from growing with you to growing our own mini us, i’d go through all the pain again for forever with you

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Hi, guys. If you have requested previously, I promise they're coming. I've just got them added to my list

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nat...i mean i CAN believe it because it's fucking briatore and alpine...but truly what the fuck...

first of all this alleged gap to pierre. like obviously ALPINE would be complete dumbasses to openly discuss the qualifying gap that very conveniently overlapped with esteban joining haas/briatore officially being brought on board, the one that esteban couldn't even talk openly about according to canal+, the one that alpine refused to even try to fix...

but it begs the question...what gap ARE they talking about??? i swear they're actually trying to get people to think the points gap between the two at the end of the season started well before it actually did. like literally before brazil the points gap was 9-5 in favor of pierre and then from brazil to qatar the points difference was 26-23 in favor of pierre (and considering what happened in canada it should actually be a touch closer). that's literally...not a giant gap AT ALL? it's in fact a very normal gap??? this so-called gap they keep alluding to only enlarged in the last two races - qatar (where esteban was knocked out in the first corner) and abu dhabi (where esteban was forced to give up his seat). like what the actual fuck???

also if they want to give pierre exclusive credit for p6 in the constructor's, why don't they just take out esteban's points from the total tally and see where that leaves them in the constructor's battle...

like it's literally basic math that these fuckers seem to refuse to do time and time again when they accuse esteban of SaBoTaGiNg them in the p6 battle...how the fuck do you think you got into this battle for p6 in the first place???

also knowing that esteban was literally a part of lotus/renault/alpine for HALF HIS LIFE flavio's "he's really OUR pilot" comment about pierre really rubs me the wrong way...

as SO MANY people have realized lately, esteban is alpine. he has been their most successful driver for the past decade. so to put that comment in about a red bull academy driver was just yet another targeted barb at esteban...it's just such nasty behavior to say the least.

not to mention that coupled with flavio's fuckass and completely unnecessary comments about nationality...i can't help but agree with you about they're feeding into the racist narrative of esteban not really being french because of his algerian heritage...and that "OUR driver" is absolutely part of that imo

couldn't have said it any better! he gave alpine the best result every single year, three podiums and a win, he helped with a program for aspiring engineers, interacted with racing pride and alpine's collaboration, had a helmet with names of alpine employees, and of course the other thank you helmet for the last race, expressing grief that he cannot say goodbye to people at the factory, alpine workers actively seeking him out to take a pic together,,,,,

este was never the problem. the team is rotten, has been from the start and it just has gotten deeper over the years.

making gasly the face of alpine - along with commentators even at the beginning of 2023 claiming that gasly would lead a team este has been in for three years - just screams racism to me. they were matched in so many ways, yet everyone seeemed to pick gasly over este, which always seemed odd to me, but now it is just even more insidous since they damaged his reputation yet again.

i wanna burn the alpine hq to the ground and put briatore's head on a stake.

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My thoughts on the triple header:

I don’t even know where to begin, I think we all got overdosed by lestappen content in the last three weeks. Starting with Charles’ Pole in Austin and with him and Max talking before doing their interviews and clicking the picture for the top three in qualifying. 

Mexico was a total banger with lestappen being posted and mentioned on RBR socials, F1 socials, Max’s inchident tiktok (that man knows it by heart, obsessed he is). And we also got lestappen podium. The smiles they had on their faces during that podium. 

Brazil qualification, fantastic (although extremely chaotic!)

Lestappen P1-2 and not to forget, Charles’ Austin 2022 sunset lap finally got a parallel, with Max’s Brazil 2023 storm lap (he was sunshine, I was midnight rain- these two are so Taylor coded). And the post qualification debrief? All that chit-chatting, Max ignoring the interviewer cause he was busy talking with Charles. Charles after finishing his interview, immediately walking towards Max, who was literally staring at him and not to forget that when Max was getting interviewed, Charles was just three feet away from him. Charles reaching out for Max’s waist during the top three qualification picture?? I can’t believe Charles initiated it this time. Poor Lance though, he now understands what third-wheeling is. Let’s all welcome to the third-wheel group with Checo, Lewis, Carlos, Lando and whoever else has faced it. 

RBR having Charles’ data on their pitwall? What is going on? Lestappen being mentioned on F1 official page again? Ferrari posting the inchident meme on their socials. MAX CALLING CHARLES, “CHARLIE?” I always knew that Max is the typa guy to call Charles, “Charlie!” It’s one of my headcanons. “Charlie, I have some space for you,” this is gonna be ingrained in my brain forever.

Also, when Charles came in the top three for sprint in Austin (I think), Max had his arm wrapped around Charles’ waist and today when Lando and Checo were in the top three, Max held his trophy instead of resting his arms around them. SUS IF YOU ASK ME. 

Now, as a Charles fan first and foremost, this triple header was not at all good. The disqualification cause of the plank issues, FUCK YOU FERRARI. The only good thing out of the disqualification was the rise of 1644 nation. I absolutely love the development in their relationship. With the collaborative post and with Charles’ weird ass blue filter on it too. Lmao. And then the picture of Lewis took of Charles in Mexico, WHICH HE POSTED ON HIS MEXICO DUMP. Insane! And Charles even said that him and lewis have to definitely play chess together someday. I’m gonna cry, I like need a pic or video biblically of that.  

And now the booing that Charles faced in Mexico, absolutely disgusted by that behaviour. It was not Charles’ fault. He didn’t deserve the booing. He couldn’t even celebrate it properly on the podium. 

And Brazil today, did I mention, FUCK YOU FERRARI?? I’m literally one more vein popping away before I fly to Maranello, Italy and stab the people responsible for today’s disaster. What has Charles ever done to you? For him to receive this sort of treatment? Honestly, half of their team should be fired, ASAP. 

Out on formation lap is just embarrassing from Ferrari’s side, why the fuck didn’t they check the car?? “We’re checking” is not a good answer. 

I’m literally writing an email to Piero Ferrari after this rant. Strict action has to be taken at Scuderia Ferrari, starting with firing Xavi and everyone who created sf-23. I don’t give fucks at this moment. Happy to know that Charles has stopped wearing those ugly ass fuck red quail pants though. I’m loving him in the non-ferrari merch. 

I am happy that we only have two more races with this tacky, ugly, motherfucking, shit ass of a car. BURN SF-23 after Abu Dhabi. 

[batsplat]

#and i don't really ever like to touch this unless i absolutely have to but... early 2012 cannot have been an easy time in his life#cf his profile pic at the time

Just technical curiosity since i haven't seen the original, what was valentino's profile pic at the time?

Also, I don't know if you have talked about it or if you would like to talk about it, but I wanted to hear from you about Sic and his riding style. And if you have any opinion on grief and how it affected Vale. Of course its sensitive and if you have any qualms talking about it please feel no pressure!

and... idk man, idt I have anything particularly insightful to say about him either as a bloke or his riding style. obviously some tragic irony to the general opinion that he'd calmed down a fair bit by the time of his death... but I don't know what I could meaningfully say about him that isn't common knowledge anyway. when people say he was the highlight of the 2011 season - both in generating talking points but also just in terms of racing - they are right... just another element that makes the 2011 season not particularly enjoyable to me, for all my love for its champion

about the impact his death had on valentino, sure, I have my thoughts. I think valentino has tried to strike a delicate balance between honouring his dead friend and running away from that grief as best he can. I think riders have to become very good at compartmentalising those feelings. racing in welkom in 2003 a few days after daijiro kaito had passed, a bloke valentino had known for years and had gotten drunk at honda events - the work done after that to establish the safety commission. tragedy outside of racing, like the suicide of valentino's stepfather the day before the race where valentino quasi-sealed his last title at phillip island 2009 - a death he was asked to comment on after saturday practise. misano 2010 and standing in silence on the podium with jorge and dani in front of the jubilant crowd celebrating his podium, having just been told of the death of moto2 rider shoya tomizawa in parc fermé. valentino obviously wanted a good race at valencia 2011, but instead he was taken out in a multi-rider pile-up in the first corner - one that must have been particularly scary at the time. not long after he was involved in the accident that killed his friend. I think it won't have been easy during a period when he was struggling anyway, and I think it's telling how much the persistent rumours about his retirement after sic's death clearly bothered him. I think he tried to remove himself from the loss as much as possible, and I wouldn't be surprised if the stories of him keeping his distance from sic's father in the aftermath were true. I think that the experience of losing sic did hit him hard, did probably change some things permanently for him, will have continued to affect him going forwards. I think it will have made his relationship to fear, which he believes to be a non-negotiable element of his profession, no less complicated. I think it's very like valentino to integrate it into the story of forming the academy: a positive way of paying tribute to sic, a way of sharing his emotions in only the most restrained and narratively neat way - he missed sic, he'd been searching for meaning, this had given him something, sic was the first student of the academy - and I think it probably did help him process for himself what he had gone through

but above all I think that it is none of my business how he dealt with it. obviously, when I read this stuff, it's not like I can shut off my brain - and I do have my suspicions about the effects it had going forward. which is all well and good, but it's also where I personally draw the line. I don't want to do my usual process of playing cluedo and reading the tea leaves over two throwaway interview lines over the response to the death of a real human being. similarly to how I don't want to speculate about parental relations beyond what riders themselves have willingly told us, at the end of the day I am going to limit myself to what valentino has actually said on the matter. it was a painful loss, he wants to honour sic, it did not make him want to retire. valentino clearly doesn't want to pour out his soul to the public on this matter, and honestly I think that's probably the correct choice. he is entitled to dealing with his grief in his own way, he is entitled to the privacy of his emotions. this is one subject where I have no wish to pry

[frerrari]

HELLOOOOO yessssss i am the "lando norris i am sorry i wasn't ur mother" commentor hehehe and i cant believe YOU!!!!! think im funny ... little ol me .... coming from the genius writer of "now i know what it’s like to fuck zac efron in the 2010s" and oscar thinking of horner and toto in the middle of sex while the box of chocolates carlos has for his (probably homophobic?) dad next to them … or lando comparing oscar to being in severance in his own twink way of flirting with him … sorry i’m going off on a tangent here can u tell i feel a very normal about slipstream haha

BUT I CSNT BELIEVEEE u remember my comment i feel so giddy rn giggling nonstop like ao3 user honeyloop u dont saaaay 🤭🤭🤭🙈🙈🙈🙈

speaking of lando norris tho and how if i was his mother he wouldn’t be like this … wow. i sadly still have not reread the last update and left a longer comment like promised real sorry but i suddenly started finals (tbh i read the latest update like the morning of my first final so there’s that) BUT!!! god i want to like annotate ur writing wattpad comment style on every single word and study every single thing that comes out of lando’s mouth holy fuck .. and also how oscar internalizes it all and it’s such a sad fucking mindset he has like oscar we gon get u on some antidepressants buddy and lando ill just get u in touch with my doctor atp i dont have time to list the meds that i take that fixed me and maybe they’ll fix u too … feel bad that i have no thoughts on carlos but fun fact ur fic was the first carcar fic ive read ever and look at me now; i am endeared by carlos sainz and also slipstream made the podium of my fav f1 fics of all time (i have like 500+ f1 fics bookmarked for context) where am i going with this holy hell YES CARLOS tbh carlos is so interesting to me here bc not only is he a Real Lover but he’s also not afraid to show it and give and take care of those around him and just be so expressive which is sooo interesting to what oscar called him one time as this crazy “macho closeted spanish man” so it’s just very interesting to view everyone thru oscar’s eyes and his very unreliable sad eyes. i beg u in my head every day for a lando pov but also idk i kinda don’t want that (for now) bc it’s just so interesting to view lando thru what oscar thinks of him— he’s like a little hamster i have in a cage watching run laps on that wheel and he like trips every time bc there’s this specific edge on the wheel that he should avoid lando it’s been ur 5900th lap on this wheel come on buddy, learn! the way that also applies to oscar … carlos maybe free urself from these twinks and like go date alex he seems lovely and won’t have a hospital call u as an emergency contact bc they think he’s gonna kill himself … but alas i digress.

i genuinely have no fucking idea where i’m going with this but this is my very short???? love letter to u and ur sexy brain and yes i would love to discuss this with u all day every day like i dont even use discord outside of the 2 twitch streamers i watch and follow on there for updates but trust you’ll see me on discord as the #1 slipstream fan with my little ball of red yarn and pics on the wall trying to connect everything and how class three is a reoccurring theme here and like he’s been caught in a downpour. class— nurse she’s out again!!!

btw what im about to say is like way crazier than what ive just thrown at u but i want u to know that ur writing has changed the trajectory of my life soooo hard that now after races i dont even care for the podium celebrations im like cant wait to see what happens next in the slipstream universe now that oscar won in jeddah :3 was even excited to see carlos finish in the points (coming from my lecfosi ass) that i ranted to my carlos enjoyer friend that omggg im so happy carlos finished in the points it’s gonna add an interesting dynamic to the new slipstream universe and he looked so fucking concerned at me. so yeah

but i am totally very normal about this fic i promise 👍

this ask was such a special journey to me i feel like i should’ve packed snacks...... you took me so many places ao3 user nameredacted......

okay first off not you reading 14.5k of breakup porn (and actual porn it must be said) on the morning of your final???? i respect the hustle but bestie gotta be real w you i dont think you being lando’s mother would fix him if these are the behaviours we’re out here showing

okayyy wait im so glad this fic made you like carlos!!! i think i lost custody of him in the eyes of the public court so it’s nice to know that for every fictional carlos point taken away from me a new carlos is gained..... feels like homeostasis feels like inner balance

carlos “you break a lot of rules by loving me” sainz is a very complex teddybear to me which is so funny bc he is actually so simple at the core. but the combination between how normal his wants and needs are and how impossible it is to achieve them in the world they’re in gives him so many facets...... he’s like this round sexy gem that in any regular context would be perfectly smooth, just busting ass down the riviera, #homonormativity at the madrid pride, but in THIS context? f1 generational driver? all eyes on him everyone primed to make him either the butt of a joke or the next apotheosis of what it means to be a real man in this sport? 0 to 100 no in between??? it’s soooo.

crazy how carlos’s ideal sims ending would be so easy to achieve she needs so little to be happy but look what they’re doing to my girl out there. from a structural point of view (ESPECIALLY when filtered through media’s misguideeeed ass perception of him) (and also closeted sexuality) (and also the ever-tightening noose of gender & fatherhood & fame) he’s just as trapped as the rest of them

no notes on your lando takes i’m absolutely smitten....

he’s like a little hamster i have in a cage watching run laps on that wheel and he like trips every time bc there’s this specific edge on the wheel that he should avoid lando it’s been ur 5900th lap on this wheel come on buddy, learn!

need to actually study you and lando at the same time i think. this case study sampling just became n=2

all this is to say, there are many ways of not being normal about this fic as i’ve recently discovered, so i for one am glad you are not normal about it in a way that’s very fun to me and made some of the insanity of writing (and posting) that last update worth it a little bit. no thoughts on where the future is taking us in slipstream or beyond but hope we’ll both be there w/ this gorgeous crazy energy