#i thought f1 was about cars going vroom vroom

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Brocedes

'Us Against You' - Fredrik Backman / 'Six word story' / The Gold - Phoebe Bridgers Version

[pucksandpower]

Ice Queen: Ice Princess

Kimi Räikkönen x daughter!Reader

(Future) Max Verstappen x Räikkönen!Reader

Summary: before taking F1 by storm as the Ice Queen, you rose up the ranks of single-seater racing (a prologue of sorts)

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How It All Began: Age 5

The air smells of rubber and petrol as you approach the karting track, your small hand wrapped securely in your father’s. His face is a mask of nonchalance but the slight tug of his lips gives away his excitement.

You look up at him, mirroring his stoic expression. “Papa, is this like your big car?”

Kimi glances down, raising an eyebrow. “Sort of but smaller. And no fancy buttons.”

You stare at the kart, then back at him, your tiny face serious. “Will it go brrr?”

He laughs, a sound seldom heard by the media but common enough for you. “Yes, it will go brrr.”

Placing you into the seat, he starts explaining the basics. “This is the steering wheel. It’s what you use to turn the kart.”

You grab it, imitating every race start you’ve seen. “Like this?” You make a vroom sound.

He chuckles. “Exactly. And remember, it’s not just about going fast. It’s about control.”

You squint at the track then back at him. “Will there be red flags?”

“No, no red flags today. Just us,” he says, fighting back a grin.

You nod sagely, taking in the information. “Okay, Papa. But what if someone wants to overtake?”

He leans in, whispering conspiratorially, “Then you do what I do.”

You pause in a replica of Kimi’s thoughtful pose. “Don’t let them?”

He winks, “Exactly.”

After strapping you in securely, he shows you how to start the kart and you begin to drive. The wind rustles your hair and excitement bubbles as you make your way around the track for the first time.

He shouts after you, “Hold the wheel tight!”

“I know what I��m doing!” You yell back.

As you circle back to him, he crouches down, ready to help you stop the kart. “So, how was it?”

You smirk, “Okay, I guess.”

He pulls you into a hug. “You really are just like me, aren’t you?”

You beam up at him, pride evident in your young eyes. “Yep, Papa. We’re a team.”

He ruffles your hair, a soft smile on his lips. “The best team.”

Signing with Prema Racing: Age 16

“Sixteen and in Formula 3, huh?” Kimi muses, sipping his coffee as he leans against the kitchen counter. “When I was sixteen, I think I was—”

“Chasing snowmobiles in Finland?” You interrupt, smirking as you take a bite of your toast.

Your father rolls his eyes playfully. “Very funny. So, Prema?”

You nod, trying to play it cool but your excitement still shines through. “Yeah, they want me for next season.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Moving up from F4 to F3 is a big transition. It’s faster, more competitive.”

You lean against the counter opposite him, mimicking his casual stance. “I know, Papa. More buttons.”

Your father chuckles, “A lot more buttons. And more media.”

You groan, “Oh, not the media. Can’t I just drive?”

“Trust me, I’ve tried that approach,” Kimi smirks. “But they’re like mosquitoes. Persistent and out for blood.”

You consider this for a moment. “Maybe I can give one-word answers like you do?”

He grins, “It’s an art form. But sure, give it a try.”

A notification pings on your phone. It’s an email from Prema, detailing your training sessions and media days. “Speaking of which,” you show the screen to Kimi, “Media training next week.”

Kimi makes a face, “A room full of people teaching you how to not be yourself.”

You laugh, “Should I tell them I already have all the training I need from the master himself?”

He winks, “They won’t know what hit them.”

You put your dishes in the sink, your thoughts racing ahead to the upcoming season. “You think I’ll do well, Papa?”

Your father walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder. His face is serious but his eyes are warm. “I know you will. Remember to enjoy the journey, not just the destination.”

You smile, pulling him into a hug, “Thanks, Papa. I promise to make you proud.”

He hugs you back, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, “You already have.”

Formula 3: Age 16

The roar of engines, the buzzing of the crowd, the palpable tension in the air — this is it. Your first Formula 3 race.

“So,” your father begins, leaning against your garage, “Nervous?”

You shoot him a look, trying to channel his signature coolness. “Do I look nervous?”

He tilts his head, a playful smirk growing. “You’re fidgeting with your gloves. You never do that.”

You glance down at your hands and laugh, “Okay, maybe a little. But can you blame me?”

Kimi shrugs, “It’s your first F3 race. If you weren’t at least a bit nervous, I would think you’re a robot.”

A rival driver, Dan, walks by, giving you a condescending wink. “Ready to eat my dust?”

You roll your eyes, matching his bravado with ease. “Only dust I’ll be seeing is from the podium.”

Your father snorts, “Well played.”

After a few minutes, it’s time to suit up. As you’re putting on your helmet, Kimi leans in close, his voice firm yet comforting. “Remember, it’s not just about speed. Strategy matters. Don’t be rash. You know what to do and how to race smart.”

You smirk, “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

He grins, patting your helmet, “Just checking.”

As you settle into your car, the weight of the moment hits you. All the years, the training, the early mornings, and late nights — it lead to this.

The race is a blur of adrenaline. Overtakes, near misses, and strategy calls. Every now and then, you hear your father’s voice in your earpiece, offering advice or just the occasional sarcastic remark. You’re not sure how legal that is but Kimi has never been one to care much for authority.

You pass the checkered flag, a respectable fourth place finish in your first race.

Pulling back in, you climb out of your car both exhausted and exhilarated in equal measure. Your father approaches, a proud smile on his face. “Fourth place! That’s solid.”

You lean against your car, catching your breath. “Could’ve been better.”

Kimi raises an eyebrow, “Could’ve been worse.”

You laugh, “Always the optimist?”

He smirks, “Always realistic.”

A reporter approaches, mic in hand. “Quick word about your first race in F3?”

You channel your inner Kimi, giving the shortest answer possible. “It was fine.”

The reporter blinks, taken aback by your brevity. “Oh, um, any challenges?”

You shrug, “It’s racing. There are always challenges.”

Your father, watching from the side, can’t contain his laughter. As the reporter leaves, slightly flustered, he walks over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You really are my daughter.”

You grin, “Was there ever any doubt?”

Moving Up to Formula 2: Age 18

“Papa,” you begin as you both lounge in the living room, “I have news.”

Your father looks up from his magazine, one eyebrow raised in expectation. “You finally cleaned your room?”

You roll your eyes. “No. And thanks for the vote of confidence. I got the call. I’m moving up to Formula 2!”

He sets the magazine down, his eyes scanning your face. “That’s big. Ready for it?”

You shrug nonchalantly, a gesture you picked up from him. “It’s just another race car, right?”

Kimi chuckles, “In a faster race car. With even more buttons.”

You groan dramatically, “Great. Just what I needed. More buttons.”

He smirks, “You’ll manage. You always do.”

Training days for F2 are intense. New circuits, new challenges, and, of course, more media attention. As you take a break between testing sessions, your father walks over with a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” you take a long sip of it.

He leans against a nearby wall, watching the other drivers on the track. “How does the car feel?”

You pause to think about it. “A bit more aggressive than the F3. But I’ll adapt.”

Kimi nods, “I know you will.”

A few days later, it is time for your first F2 race. The pit lane is a frenzy of activity with teams making last-minute checks and media personnel swarming about. As you are getting ready to climb into your car, a reporter thrusts a microphone in your face.

“Your first race in F2! Nervous about the competition?”

You don’t miss a beat, “No. They should be nervous about me.”

Your father tries to suppress a laugh but fails miserably. The reporter seems slightly taken aback, “Any personal strategies for today’s race?”

You look straight into the camera, “Drive fast. Don’t crash.”

The reporter, slightly flustered, thanks you and moves on. Kimi has never looked prouder.

The race is a whirlwind of excitement. The faster cars, the tighter competition, it’s all exhilarating. You don’t finish first but you hold your own, making some impressive overtakes and defending your position fiercely.

Your father glares at a cameraman until he turns the lens away from the two of you and then pulls you into a tight hug. “Not bad, rookie.”

You smirk, “Rookie? I’ve been racing since I was five, remember?”

He chuckles, ruffling your sweaty hair, “Yeah but this is F2. Welcome to the big leagues.”

You melt further into him, soaking the moment up. “Thanks, Papa. Here’s to many more races.”

He nods, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “And many more one-liners.”

Formula 2 Champion: Age 19

“So,” your father starts, watching as you prepare for the final race of the F2 season, “are you ready to make history today?”

You smirk, pulling on your gloves. “History is just another record waiting to be broken.”

Kimi chuckles, “You really have a line for everything.”

You shoot him a mock glare, "Look who’s talking.”

The race is a high-stakes event. You lead the championship but need a win today to cement your position and make you the first woman to claim the F2 title.

The cars roar to life and you can almost taste the tension in the pit lane. Your father leans in, his voice steady despite the chaos all around you. “Drive like you always do. Focused and fearless.”

You nod in determination. “Got it, Papa.”

The race is an intense battle of strategy, speed, and skill. Every overtake, every defensive maneuver, every millisecond counts. When you see the checkered flag waving and cross the finish line in first place, the weight of your achievement truly begins to sink in.

Emerging from your car, you swiftly climb onto the nose and raise your arms triumphantly, soaking in the jubilation around you. The barriers surrounding parc fermé are immediately swarmed by your team and reporters, but through the crowd, you spot your father. The pride in his eyes is unmistakable and he even smiles publicly despite all the cameras undoubtably capturing the moment. He pushes through, pulling you into a tight hug as the team erupts in cheers around you.

“You did it,” his voice is uncharacteristically choked with emotion.

You grin, pulling back to look at him. “We did it.”

The post-race interview is a blur of questions about your historic win but one question stands out. “How does it feel to be the first woman to win the F2 championship?”

With a sly glance towards your father, you reply, “I didn’t set out to be the first woman to win it. I set out to win it.”

Your father lets out a loud laugh, drawing the attention of the reporters much to his chagrin. They turn their mics to him, “Kimi, thoughts on your daughter's achievement?”

He looks at you, his signature deadpan expression in place, “She’s okay, I guess.”

You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully, but the hint of a smile remaining on his face despite the media surrounding both of you reveals his pride.

The celebration that night is a mix of laughter, vodka, and memories. As you both sit, watching the team revel in the moment, Kimi turns to you. “I always knew you had it in you. But seeing it ... seeing you out there today … I’m beyond proud.”

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder as the liquor begins to take its toll. “Couldn’t have done it without you, Papa.”

When You Really Made It: Age 19

“You’re looking at that paper like it’s written in another language,” your father comments while sipping his morning coffee.

You glance up, the dual contracts from Red Bull Racing and Scuderia AlphaTauri spread out on the desk in front of you. “Sure feels like it. Formula 1! Can you believe it?”

He smirks, “Considering you’re my daughter and I taught you everything you know? Absolutely.”

You roll your eyes but can’t suppress a smile. “How modest of you, Papa.”

A knock on the door interrupts the moment. It’s Christian Horner and Franz Tost. "Ready to discuss the details?"

You look to Kimi, who gives a nod. “Let’s do it.”

As the team principals explains the nuances, clauses, and expectations, you occasionally exchange amused glances with your father, particularly when terms get overly convoluted.

After they leave, you sink into a chair, decidedly overwhelmed. “This is big.”

Kimi sits across from you. “It’s a step up. But it’s where you belong.”

You look at the contract again and then at your father. “Think I can handle the pressure?”

He raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me or telling me?”

You smirk, “Maybe a bit of both.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The next few days are a whirlwind of race suit fittings, team briefings, and media obligations. The latter being your least favorite part.

During one press conference, a reporter asks, “How does it feel to be following in your father’s footsteps?”

You press your lips together, “I’m not. I’m making my own.”

Another inquires, “Any fears about competing at this level?”

You shoot him a deadpan look, “Fear is for the drivers who see me coming in their mirrors.”

Kimi, watching from a shadowed corner, struggles to keep a straight face and walks up to you with the tiniest of smiles that anyone else would miss after the presser, “You really have a knack for this.”

You smile back, “I learned from the best.”

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[zombvic]

VROOM (harry lewis x reader)

summary : in which y/n and harry get invited to go to the silverstone formula one grand prix (2023)

face claim : no one exact

notes : im an absolute noob at writing fics so please excuse the quality lmao. im petrified of posting on here but ive been thinking about starting a blog for over a year. im open to feedback, opinions and any sort of questions/advice is welcome! i happen to waffle a lot so just skip those parts if uninterested. this is my first post so enjoy 😝 also pls request because i have the creativity of a koala so id appreciate some ideas :D

pairings : harry lewis x reader , lando norris x platonic!reader

"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?! Are you actually serious?" You asked your boyfriend in genuine shock, followed by a laugh from the man dressed in head to toe in Ferrari merch. The red and yellow colors clashed hilariously with the sleek, orange McLaren paddock pass hanging around his neck.

"What? I thought I'd support the winning team." He shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. You and Harry got invited by the Mclaren F1 team to watch the Silverstone Grand Prix from the paddock. As a Formula 1 fan youself, you were excited to see the cars upclose. To watch the mechanics to the pitstops, engineers do their things (idk what they do lmao) and to watch Max Verstappen overlap the whole grid like seven times. Even since you were a little kid you were amazed by those cars driving freakishly quickly. Now, several years later you get to experience it right infront of your eyes.

"Look, there's Lando!" Harry pointed out, spotting your friend talking to a group of mechanics. You approached Lando, who broke into a wide grin as he saw you. "Hey! There are my favorite YouTubers!"

You beamed. "Lando! It's so good to see you. How's it going?"

"It's been wild but amazing," Lando replied, glancing at Harry. "And I see you've managed to get Harry in the right gear this time."

Harry laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I had a little help with that."

Lando gave you two a playful nudge. "So, who are you rooting for today? Besides me, of course."

You laughed. "Well, McLaren, obviously. But I'm also excited to see how the Brits perform. It's going to be an interesting race."

"That's the spirit," Lando said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Alright, I better get back to my team, but I'll see you guys later? Enjoy the race!"

You and Harry found a spot in the back of Landos garage, it had a view on the screens but also the pit-stop. The whole race went by fast. The moment the lights went out Lando tried his hardest with a deserved P2 at his home race.

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yourusename mom, i got invited to the silverstone grand prix.. still lowkey in disbelief like wtf.. me?? anyways, tysm mclaren 🩷 enjoy my lovely film camera dump raaaah.

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user harry looking fine as always😍

user y/n and lando finest friends

wroetoshaw whos the first fella hes fit

- yourusername he has a girlfriend..

user i can imagine y/n just walking around taking pictures of everything and everyone 😭😭😭

user i almost melted when they came on the screen

- user me too 😭 forgot i was watching f1 for a second

wroetoshaw i still think i shouldve worn my ferrari outfit #hater

- yourusername youd be sticking out like a sore thumb youre lucky i stopped you #loser #youalmostworepajamapants

user y/n looked so good there 😍

user i LIVE for y/n and landos friendship

faithlouisak i cant believe you chose him over me..

- yourusername im sorry bae.. next time im taking u

faithlouisak finest woman out there

calfreezy wtf fake friends.. theburntchip are you seeing what im seeing ???

- theburntchip bunch of fakies😔

holy what a yap fest lmfao please someone REQUEST something 😭 cause this is too plain.. !

[hauntedrain]

Part 1: Unexpected | Max Verstappen x Fem Reader |

mixed Social media AU summary: Max stumbles upon a twitch streamer who peaks his interest

✮▹A/N: Love you guys and thank you for 1,000 notes on my last post but also 100 followers! love you guys

✰▹Warnings/Notices: Used random names for readers friends, also i really didnt know how to format this tbh so might be a bit weird and make no sense. NOT EDITED.

Part 2: Here!

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@Y/N: Stream was lovely today, sorry for missing the last stream. love you guys and see you on the weekend! ALSO new video out on YouTube with Theo and Lorelei.

Y/N has posted a youtube video!

YouTube transcript!

Y/N: Its actually really pretty out today, I expected it to be a little more gloomy. But its rather sunny out.

Lorelei: Why are you talking like that?

Y/N: What do you mean? Just because you still talk like a 5 year old doesn't mean I have to stay on your level.

Lorelei: Anyways...

Theo: Did you hear that they're planning an f1 race here?

Y/N: F1? Like the vroom vroom thing you like?

Lorelei: PLEASE the vroom vroom thing.

Y/N: I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS!

Theo: Yes the vroom vroom thing. Anyways yea they're planning it.

Lorelei: What team do you like?

Theo: McLaren. you?

Lorelei: Maybe Redbull or Ferrari.

Y/N: Preferably I like the one thats winning. so...

Theo: Redbull.

Y/N: got it.

Y/N: I wanted to buy this coat from down the street from my apartment but it was like $150. At that time I really thought about where and if I should find a rich man to marry.

Lorelei: F1 drivers are rich.

Theo: Like rich rich, mainly the popular and good ones but thats besides the point.

Y/N: As much as you guys try im not gonna get into F1. And also why is this video just you guys insulting me over not knowing anything.

Theo: We just think you'll like it.

Y/N: Cars going in a circle for 2 hours? Would rather watch football

Lorelei: But you like football.

Y/N: Yeah thats my point?

Max Verstappen has gone live!

Max Verstappen has ended the stream!

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@Y/N: Why are people tagging me in F1 stuff? And whos Max verstappen? HELP.

user8: LMFAO MAX IN THE LIKES. THIS POOR GIRL.

user9: I think you should do a reaction video or stream to everything.

↪ user10: she would need Theo and Lorelei for help.

user11: MAX CAN TELL YOU.

↪ Y/N: WHO TF IS MAX?

↪ Lorelei: Babe please come to my room. I'll explain everything.

↪ user12: MAKE A VIDEO OUT OF IT PLEASE OR STREAM IT.

↪ Y/N: Will do?

Y/N has gone Live!

titled: HELP ME.

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: Guys im deeply sorry if this makes no sense and everything is confusing. IDK what im doing. but love you guys and I hope you enjoyed.

[salford-blues]

The origins

A/n: It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote anything. I've been really busy and I'm burnt out :( Also this is my first proper written fic. I've mainly posted SMAU's, so if it's not good... I'm sorry. Would love to hear your critiques etc! Pairing: f1 x driver!reader Summary: The origins of our driver!reader - snippets of her growing up Warnings: butchered german??? Italics are the thoughts!

2008 - 5 years old

GROSSER PREIS SANTANDER VON DEUTSCHLAND 2008

The stands were crowded with energetic fans waiting for their favourite drivers to come out. Roars of laughter between friends and families. Piercing screams of devoted fans. In the middle of it all, a 5-year-old girl wrapped in the arms of her father with her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening noise.

''It's too loud Papi. When's it home time?'' the girl pouted.

''Not just yet Spatzi (little sparrow). The drivers should be out any minute now.'' her father sighed. The child frowned and buried her head into his shoulder and neck.

Instantaneously, the crowd began to yell. Names were shrieked left, right, and centre. People pushing and shoving trying to get a picture or an autograph with their favourite driver. Luckily, the child and her father had managed to make it to the front without too much effort. They now had a perfect view of the track.

One by one the cars came out of the paddocks and lined up at the starting line.

''Who do you like Papi?'' the girl questioned, intrigued by the cars and their colours.

''I like Williams, do you see the navy blue and white car over there?'' her father pointed towards the middle of the grid.

''Uhhuh,'' she nodded, eyes lighting up at the car.

''That's the one that I really like. Which one do you like Schatz (treasure)?'' he questioned the child.

''Hmmm, I liikkeee... I think I like Williams too! Just like you Papi. I think I like the red car too.'' the girl's eyes shone as she spoke. Excitement now lacing her voice. There was a look of adoration on her father's face. Oh, how he loved his little bundle of joy.

''You can like whoever you want. The red car is a Ferrari.'' her father exclaimed.

''F-Fir-aa-r-ee? Ferrari! Yeah, I like that one too, but that one goes second!'' she said adamantly.

Suddenly, the cars were off, speeding down the track.

There was a glisten in the youngster's eyes. The screaming of the crowd was long forgotten. All she could hear was the vrooming of the cars. Wow, they're really fast. I want to do that.

''I want to be a race car driver when I'm older Papi! I'm gonna go really fast like vrrrrooomm." she held out her hands and acted as if she was driving a car.

2009 - 6 years old

''Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Spatzi! (Happy Birthday, little sparrow!)''

The young girl stirred in her bed.

''Wakey wakey sleepy head... you don't want to miss out on opening presents do you.''

At that comment, the girl shot up in bed. Her wide eyes glanced up at her father, excitement running through her body.

''Please can I have waffles for breakfast? Can we go see Oma? Can we see Mami? Oooh can we make those doughnuts with the sugar on top for dessert? Plleeaassee?'' she gave her father her best puppy dog eyes.

''Okay, okay. How about we open your presents first and then see where the day takes us? How does that sound?'' her father queried.

A swift nod of the head gave her father all the conformation he needed and with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her down into the living room. The room was decorated with brightly coloured banners, balloons stuck to the wall via sellotape and streamers hung from the ceiling. On the living room table, 6 presents stood tall and were screaming to be opened by a certain birthday girl.

Once set down on the ground, the birthday girl ran over to the presents. She picked the first one up, inspecting its size before placing it down and ripping open the wrapping paper. Inside a box of Lego with an image of a Ferrari. The girl giggled with excitement moving on to her next present.

The small child was down to her last two presents. Both were small and sat on the corner of the table. Small hands picked up the thin present that sat on top, tearing open the wrapping paper. A signed driver's card sat inside. Shock spread across the young girl's face. A signed piece by Kimi Raikkonen. This just might be the best present ever!

''Oh wooooow! Danke Papi! This is the best present ever.'' She ran over wrapping her small arms around the man's neck.

''You're very welcome. But how about opening up your last one.'' he smiled at her.

She curiously looked back and took the present into her arms. The present was squishy under her touch. Possibly clothes? Carefully, the wrappers ripped open. A blue and white race suit sat inside.

''Do you like it, Schatz?''

''I love it! I love it! I love it!'' the girl twirled around with the race suit in hand.

2015 - 11 years old

''Hallo Logan!'' The girl ran up to the young lad. ''Do you want to get ice cream after the race? I'll ask Oscar if he wants to come too."

The blonde boy nodded his head and smiled. ''Yeah, I'd like that.''

''Okay, bye Logan.'' The girl waved before heading in the direction of her Aussie friend.

''Hallo Oscar! Do you want to come and get ice cream after the race with me and Logan?''

''Sure. Let me ask my parents.'' He ran off towards his parents.

Alone she stood listening to her surroundings. Loud chatter coming from children and parents. Birds chirping in the trees.

Hearing the latter she skipped towards the trees before noticing a small bird hopping around. Approaching the bird slowly, she scooped the animal into her hands and held it against her chest.

''I will help you little birdie! Papi, Papi look what I found. Can we help it get better?''

''Sure, we'll take it home with us.'' he smiled.

Strolling over were Oscar and Logan.

''What'cha got there N/n?'' Logan asked curiously.

''It's a bird... We're gonna take it home and look after it.'' She exclaimed.

''We are still up for ice cream though aren't we Birdie?'' Oscar peered a the girl.

''Of course we are Osc... birdie?? Why that??''

''Oh y'know... you've got a bird in your hand, so your new nickname is birdie,'' he uttered as if it was obvious.

''Ahh okie.'' A blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment.

A whilst blew signalling that the race was about to begin.

''Papi, will you take care of it whilst I race?'' She turned back.

''Of course I will Spatzi. Now run along. The quicker you go the quicker you can get ice cream.''

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Ice cream dates just like old times. @oscarpiastri @logansargeant

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oscarpiastri Birdie delete this. This makes it out like we're all dating

> yourusername WAIT... WE ARENT????

>> logansargeant now look what you've done, you've made her cry...

>>> oscarpiastri We're not dating though???

user.1 why is Logan acting like a third wheel??

user.2 are they dating though? or is it two of them and then the third just tags along?

> user.3 I think they're just really weird friends

>> user.2 yhhh checks out

liamlawson30 annnd where was my invite?

> yourusername you weren't invited because you beat me at connect 4

>> user4 lmaaooo. Didn't realise y/n was a sore loser

>>> liamlawson30 you should see her when she plays monopoly

[marlenesluv]

heyy i was wondering if u could write a max, daniel, or carlos x super southern (like from the DEEP south/not texas) dallas cowboys cheerleader (kleine powell fc plz shes so gorg) smau and everyone is surprised that theyre together. or alternatively same premise but with an lsu tiger girl (fc darah haidet) and shes a lot younger. us southern girls get no rep lmao and ily

Unexpected. (DR)

hi! thank you sm for the request. i absolutely love this sm!! i went with daniel for this one, he’s too cute. i genuinely never see any southern girl stuff, so i hope you love this! and ily too!!also, y/n is a dcc, but she’s from louisiana. i never mention a state tho so you can imagine a diff one!!

pairing: daniel ricciardo x dcc!reader

fc: kleine powell

warnings: none!

note: i went ahead and made this not a soft launch (im limited with photos lol) also age gap is 8 yrs in this one!

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danielricciardo: hiked a bit, and picked up this pretty lady along the way

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landonorris: you have a girlfriend? i never thought i’d see the day

|> danielricciardo: you’re talking??

y/n.fp: is that our girl?? our cowgirl is dating a man that makes cars go vroom!?!?

|> f1.fp: when worlds collide

y/n.user: wouldnt have wanted to hike those 12 miles with anyone else :)

|> danielricciardo: :)))

dcc.fans: does this mean daniel is gonna come to games?

charles_leclerc: is she converting you full cowboy?

|> y/n.user: of course i am🙃🤠

yourbsf: awwww, you guys are so cute. pls let me meet him

|> y/n.user: soon, honey🫣

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y/n.user: who’s going to tell him that these are not the dcc colors….💙🤍

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fanpage.dcc: UNEXPECTED RELATIONSHIP

|> y/n.fanpage: LOVE IT THO??

danielricciardo: sugar, it’s texas’ colors…..

|> y/n.user: i’m not from texas daniel, we’ve been over this😐

|> danielricciardo: let me grab my blue and white before the game

|> y/n.user: thank you, hun☺️

pierregasly: have fun with his annoying ass

|> danielricciardo: HEY. she loves my ass, thank you very much

|> y/n.user: 😇

formula1fp: this was not on my bingo card for this year. i’m not mad about it tho

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Formula 1 Wag News @formulaonewags • 2d

New Wag: Y/N Y/L/N has been posted by Daniel Ricciardo recently, saying that he “picked up this pretty lady” referring to Y/N. She is a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, at 26 years old. They have yet to officially announce their relationship, but with both posting, daniel going to games, and not denying their friends, we have strong reasons to believe they are dating.

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DCC Updates @dccupdates • 2d

We think thet have been seeing each other or talking for a while. Y/N has stayed away from guys at parties (via her friends posts) and Daniel has been posting a lot at home. Maybe this has been going on for a while?

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danielricciardo: first date, kinda nervous. do you guys think she likes me? 🙁

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y/n.user: i do i do i do🫠🫶

|> danielricciardo: i like you too🤭🫶

dallascc.updates: pls pls this is way too cute but i’m shook

|> f1updatepage: aren’t we all?

georgerussell63: theres no way you’re dating a dcc-

|> carmenmmundt: they’re so cute!!

|> georgerussell63: yeah, but how?

|> danielricciardo: im very charming

yourbsf: actually adorable asf. i’m soso glad you’re both so happy together :’)

|> y/n.user: thank you, babes🙁🫶

maxverstappen1: i hope you guys had a good date!

|> danielricciardo: we did ☺️

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danielricciardo: another hike, another race sunday

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y/n.user: you’re gonna do so amazing ☺️

|> danielricciardo: wear my cowboy hat?

|> y/n.user: i’ll be there with the hat and boots on 🤠

|> danielricciardo: 😊

f1.wag: new y/n content? yes plsssss

carlossainz55: i’m still confused on how you got a girlfriend

|> maxverstappen1: we’re all confused

dcc.posts: our favorite hikers 🥾

y/nfanpage: i livveeee for them

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y/n.user: p2 for daniel = proudest gf today. although i would be proud no matter what. thank you for being such a sweet, funny, supportive, and entertaining bf. i am not thanking you for bringing lando on the same plane, jk

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landonorris: those tension headache pills didn’t help?

|> y/n.user: nope

|> landonorris: oops 🫣

f1.updates: trio we needed

danielricciardo: my favorite cowgirl❤️

|> y/n.user: my favorite cowboy❤️

|> wagsof.f1: i’m actually so lonely i’m sobbing

formula1.page: you😭 guys😭 are😭 adorable😭

lilymhe: cutestttt

|> y/n.user: you’re too sweet💓

|> lilymhe: 💓💓

y/n.fp: i am never getting over this relationship. f1!driver and southern cheerleader? k. my life is complete

yourbsf: MY PARENTS

|> danielricciardo: oh dearie

|> y/n.user: 😳

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[lost-in-fandoms]

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Having big thoughts about Daniel being a photographer and Max being still a F1 driver kajgkajgksjjg. Maybe Daniel needs the money so he takes a job being a F1 photographer and it's not his passion exactly but it pays well. He is going to take pictures of cars going vroom, travel everywhere and being paid for it (so he can take pics of what he really loves. What it is? I don't know).

But he didn't know Max. Like, he was aware that Max was F1 world champion??? But he didn't expect Max to be so breathtakingly beautiful. So maybe he has a little crisis about it. Idksugid. I have to go to sleep but ESIIIIII DANIEL BEING A PHOTOGRAPHER 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Hello lovely I miss you!!! I have been having big thoughts about this since I saw your ask last night, but I only have this little thing to offer. Might revisit in the future because I love this idea very much <3

Daniel doesn't exactly know how he finds out about the job offer. He thinks maybe Blake mentioned it to him, having heard about it from a friend of a friend, but it's not really important.

It wouldn't be a bad gig: being able to travel the world, mingling with famous people, filling his portfolio, and getting paid for it. Sure, cars and millionaires aren't exactly his preferred subjects, but he can look past it for that kind of salary and perks.

So he goes over his CV, trying to make himself sound more professional than he feels, and sends it. You miss every chance you don't take and all that.

He's not expecting to be called back, to be honest. Even fattening his portfolio with all the people photos he has, good or less good, he knows it's mostly wildlife and nature, not exactly what a formula 1 team might look for, and yet, two weeks later, he wakes up to an email with three suggested dates for an online interview and a we'd be excited to offer you a position as soon as possible.

And three weeks after that, he's stepping on a plane, flight fully paid and brain already adding up his new salary to the savings in his bank account.

--

The scanner beeps when Daniel puts his pass against it, a thrill of excitement traveling down his spine at the small sound, and then he finds himself in the paddock.

It's still early, so it's not as crowded as it will for sure become later, but it still makes him think of the savannah, people milling around minding their business, swayed from time to time by the sudden arrival of a celebrity or a driver, circles forming and breaking, flocks in the grass.

It settles his mind to think about this as another wildlife shoot, as if this wasn't a stepping stone towards his dream, but the open door to it already, and he makes himself smile by taking a picture of Lewis Hamilton like he would of a leopard, half hidden behind a plant, light catching his earring like a fleeting spot. Even the cars have something animal about them, growling engines and opening wings, wheels pushing the ground like running deer.

The Red Bull hospitality building (a waterhole, his brain suggests) welcomes him with air conditioning and handshakes, both from people he's met already the one time he has gone to the factory, and from strangers, too many names being thrown at him to try and remember them.

And then there's Max Verstappen.

Daniel hadn't met him at the factory. He knows who he is, obviously. Even if formula 1 isn't his preferred flavor of motorsport, he is not completely clueless about it, and he had brushed up his knowledge before coming here, just to try and make sure he doesn't embarrass himself. And yet, it is different to meet him in person.

Daniel had watched two videos of him to prepare himself: one about his racing, and one interview. The racing had been incredible. The interview had been so awkward and stiff Daniel had spent several minutes looking at the ceiling, trying to think about how to justify his yet-to-be-shot photos being shit without saying your driver is the worst model I've ever seen.

He doesn't look bad, of course he doesn't, he is actually quite handsome, but there's such a stiffness and coldness around him, one that screams rude entitled bastard from a mile away, and Daniel does not work well with that. He has actually been wondering if he had been chosen, with his warm toned photos and his soft focus, just to try and soften his edges a little.

So he's not surprised by the firmness of the handshake, or the quick Max as an answer to Daniel's hello I'm Daniel, it's great to meet you!, both exactly what he had been expecting, but then Max smiles and suddenly Daniel's fingers are itching for his camera.

Max's eyes crinkle when he smiles.

His cheeks bunch up, plush lips stretching wide, the freckle Daniel had already noticed almost disappearing, and suddenly it's prairie crocus in the alpine tundra, color and spring impossibly breaking the cold.

Daniel wants to capture the wrinkles by his eyes in golden light, wants to steal the sparkle in the blue, frame it like sunshine on the ocean, wants to take the blush on his cheek and print it, press his fingertips to every magnified pore. He can't wait to see him put on his helmet, wants to see the arch of his nose framed by the visor.

Suddenly, from mostly neutral bystander, he's turned into avid fan, desperately wishing Max wins, to shoot him through champagne drops.

Maybe this job will be his easiest one yet, after all.

[leclerc-s]

big reputations - part six

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pre-qatar dinner and this dude looks way too fucking happy. is there an off switch or something? cars go vroom! little brother won a race or something? it's like a big deal 3x world champion or whatever jokes aside i'm literally crying?? who knew i would be crying over some silly little men in silly little cars??

alex albon ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED YESTERDAY??

max verstappen i kissed daniel, so what?? george russell THAT'S NOT WHAT WE SAW BITCH!!

oscar piastri clearly you were all drunk. i saw max kiss daniel and charles. charles said it was glorious.

charles leclerc it was, i went to my hotel room and i questioned everything. pierre gasly FUCKER YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

daniel ricciardo is it suddenly not okay for me to kiss max??

yuki tsunoda HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM US RICCIARDO!! THIS IS SO FUCKED! THIS IS FUCKING BETRAYAL YOU FUCKING FUCK! YOU DICKHEAD!

esteban ocon is this why max knocked liam out the other day??

max verstappen i didn't knock him out, i simply helped him rest his eyes for a bit. he seemed tired.

alex albon I KNOW WHAT I FUCKING SAW YESTERDAY!!

oscar piastri i think you guys are cra

oscar piastri so these are the famous f1 drivers oscah and sharl cannot shut up about. nice to meet y'all!

logan sargeant oscar? you okay buddy?

max verstappen sabrina, dear god, give oscar his phone back.

oscar piastri KISS MY ASS VERSTAPPEN. I WILL DECK YOU max verstappen when you can reach me, sure. oscar piastri SOMEONE GRAB ME A FUCKING FORK!! max verstappen yup, still can't stand you. oscar piastri OH FUCK YOU SID!

oscar piastri i apologize for her, she isn't house trained.

charles leclercDID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH PIASTRI?? YOU'RE FUCKING NEXT!!

charles leclerc added one person

sabrina carpenter now, did you guys seen pierre kiss yuki?

pierre gasly what?

charles leclerc i swear i saw k-mag and and nico kiss

sabrina carpenter oh, you guys are allowed to say nico? i thought that was off limits because of lewis. #ripbrocedes

daniel ricciardo lewis isn't here.

carlos sainz jesus do you people have to talk so fucking much??

sabrina carpenter HEY, I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU MR. SAINZ!

carlos sainz who is that? why are they yelling at me?

sabrina carpenter JUST BECAUSE I WASN'T AROUND FOR SPA DOESN'T MEAN I WILL NOT DEFEND MY LITTLE BROTHER OSCAR!

oscar piastri let it go sabrina

sabrina carpenter I'LL LET IT GO WHEN DANIEL LET'S THE CHARLES THING GO!!

carlos sainz what's the charles thing?

max verstappen nothing daniel ricciardo nothing charles leclerc nothing oscar piastri nothing sabrina carpenter nothing

yuki tsunoda STOP CHANGING THE FUCKING SUBJECT! DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO ARE YOU OR ARE YOU FUCKING NOT DATING DAPHNE FUCKING JONES??

daniel ricciardo i plead the fifth

george russell that's a yes to me

alex albon THEY WERE FUCKING MAKING OUT AT THE BAR!! OF COURSE THEY'RE DATING!!

sabrina carpenter no, that was daniel and max. i don't know what you people saw. clearly the tension from when they were teammates got to be too much and now they're acting on their feelings. i really thought it was going to be a lestappen endgame.

oscar piastri okay, you need to get off of f1 twitter seriously.

sabrina carpenter well how else am i supposed to learn f1 lore? and it's not just twitter, tiktok has been very helpful.

george russell just how much time is she spending on f1 twitter and tiktok?

sabrina carpenter "i'm here to fight, i'm here to win, i'm not just going to wave him bye because he's max verstappen in a red bull."

sabrina carpenter "what am i now? i'm heavily depressed." sabrina carpenter "suck my balls mate." sabrina carpenter "nothing just an inchident."

oscar piastri yeah, she's gonna be doing that for a while

sabrina carpenter "bwoah!" sabrina carpenter "james, it's valtteri, fuck you." sabrina carpenter "ALL THE TIME YOU HAVE TO LEAVE A SPACE!"

sabrina carpenter okay, i'm done now. i think oscar was right when he said i needed to step away from f1 twitter and tiktok

oscar piastri you think? i have been receiving an f1 quote from you at least 8 times a day.

logan sargeant free my man oscar, he shouldn't be suffering this way

sabrina carpenter logan sargeant you're next on my list

max verstappen CONGRATS YOU IDIOTS, YOU FUCKED UP!

daphne jones you know, i can see that now, but it's so hilarious knowing the other drivers are losing their mind.

daniel ricciardo the only reason we haven't told them is because you have some stupid plan to get daphne to sing about it at a show.

max verstappen MY PLAN IS A GOOD ONE! TAKE THAT BACK BITCHIARRDO!

oscar piastri what actually is the plan??

sabrina carpenter you know that line in karma, where it's like, "karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me?"

oscar piastri yeah?

charles leclerc max wants daphne to change the lyrics to something like "karma is the guy on the track coming straight home to me?"

max verstappen why is that better than what i had?

sabrina carpenter his was "karma is the guy in the alpha tauri coming straight home to me."

oscar piastri DO BOTH!

max verstappen she can't because someone took daniel out of the season

oscar piastri I APOLOGIZED WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME??

daniel ricciardo MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN IT WASN'T HIS FAULT! LEAVE HIM ALONE

charles leclerc wow we really are like a family.

sabrina carpenter max has been promoted to brother-in-law because the entire internet seems convinced that he's fucking charles

daphne jones do you have no filter?

sabrina carpenter i wrote a song called nonsense that's a euphemism for sex. what do you think?

oscar piastri i'm talkin' all around clock. i'm talkin' hope nobody knocks. i'm talkin' opposite of soft. i'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts. you gotta keep up with me. i got some young energy. i caught the L-O-V-E. how do you do this to me?

max verstappen you just know the lyrics to the song?

oscar piastri i googled them.

sabrina carpenter FAKE FAN!!

oscar piastri i never said i was a fan. i just tolerate you.

charles leclerc i can't stand either of you

daniel ricciardo peak older sibling behavior

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¡leclerc-s speaks! yeah, i don't know what this became towards the end. i saw one tiktok and i spiraled towards the end, i'm also a bit sleep deprived. i apologize in advance for this. you can't convince me sabrina carpenter isn't a menace to society, i bet she is.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet. enjoy!

[papayafiles]

i have a draft from ages ago that goes "god i wish i could time travel ten years into the future to see how many world championships lando norris has won" but the more i think about it, the more i think that if i did, via some crazy scifi shenanigans, end up in the future, i would do everything possible to avoid finding out the wdc results. and it's the same reason watching a replay of a race where you already know the results never hits as hard as waking up at the crack of dawn to watch it through a laggy grainy livestream, frantically livetweeting or liveblogging every lock up and overtake, heart in your mouth, the rest of the world falling away, fully locked in on 60 laps of cars just vrooming around and around in loops. because a huge part of this sport is the anticipation, the hope and the faith and the possibility. the not knowing is painful, and the thought that my driver's entire career could pass without that coveted championship—that i could follow him for years into the future, and never get to watch our wildest dreams come true—literally haunts my nightmares. and i know it's a possibility—it happened to so many promising young drivers, due to circumstance or luck or timing or talent or skill or any combination of the above (see daniel ricciardo)—and i know that becoming a world champion is such a rarity, but despite all that, at this moment in time, i'm convinced that lando is a future world champion.

and i think that kind of belief, the whole i don't know where it came from or how i ended up here but i believe it so absolutely this is borderline religious, is a part of what makes being a sports fan so much fun. it's what makes this such a special, magical, incredible experience. getting into sports is the last thing i thought i'd do; i spent my entire childhood not really getting it, because if this is just a game, then why are people losing their heads over something that's not even real? and i have a whole separate monologue about exactly why i think sports are so compelling to so many, which i won't get into in full now, but one of the best parts of it all is getting to believe in something that much. having faith, holding faith, keeping faith over time: the odds are stacked against literally every athlete, because this whole career path is so treacherous and random and slippery; so many things could go wrong so fast, half a tenth of a second and it's all over, but i'm still here, and i believe in my driver always. that's been proven through his past results, obviously, but it's also: i chose him, or he chose me, or some cosmic combination of events occurred circa austria/silverstone 2023, and now i'm in this for life.

i honestly feel so bad for people who have never experienced this kind of fan(girl) experience—and really, i see it a lot, particularly with the whole internet irony epidemic we're in, people who make fun of fans of any celebrity for being sooo parasocial and cringey, for feeling such magnitude of emotion over someone we don't even know, who has no idea we exist, etc etc etc and it's like: i really don't think that's the point? of course the version of lando who lives rent free my head is different to the real 24 year old british adult man probably fast asleep in his monegasque bed rn. when i blog about him and i call him my little guy and my future world champion and my favorite person in the world, that's a version of him who exists in the gray space between the real person, his public media personality, the fervors of my f1/lando norris obsession, everything i've read or written about him, every image or video i've seen, every night i lay awake dreaming about him, etc. and that version of him is my guy. the experiences that led me to the place and the person i am now, one inextricable from the past year-and-a-half of living breathing and loving this sport so much all my friends know i'm a die-hard fan, is special and is mine and is more important than a simple "lol she thinks she knows this millionaire." i lay no claim to the man himself, but this experience, these emotions, this faith, this community and these memories—they're all mine.

one of these days i will watch him cross the finish line in abu dhabi in first place, and i will hear his uncontrollable screams of joy over the radio, the way his voice goes up higher when he's happy and his accent comes in stronger and he suddenly sounds young again, and he'll thank the team back at the factory and he'll thank will and he'll thank his parents and his siblings and his family, and i'll be sitting over my laptop in my lando hoodie sobbing into my hands, and he'll pull into that first place spot and climb out and stand on top of the car that brought him there, and he'll put his fists up in the sky and i'll watch him, and the entire grid will come around to hug and congratulate him, max and oscar and carlos and all the rest of the drivers who love a story and love a new champion and love him, and then he'll take off his helmet and his hair will be all crazy and there will be symmetric balaclava lines on his face, his ears will be flushed red, and he'll be smiling so big and wide, all wild, infectious joy, jenson or nico or hell even david coulthard will do the post-race interviews and they'll ask him how he feels and he'll respond with something that will be plastered on my twitter timeline and then i'll watch him raise the trophy on the podium with this sense of elated disbelief in my chest, and i'll log on here and say "is this real IS THIS REAL" and "i can't believe this is REAL" and "oh my god. oh my god this is actually happening THIS IS REAL MY DRIVER IS A WORLD CHAMPION" and the national anthem will play and he'll throw his head back still grinning and still happy all golden and glowing and radiant, having won it all, and i'll cancel all my plans to cry on the internet about it. it'll be miami 2024 all over again, but magnified and elevated on every single level. and i don't even want to time travel forward and find out for sure when that moment will come, because honestly, i'd rather not rob my future self of the unbelievable feeling when it finally hits, when lando norris world champion passes from the realm of daydreams and manifestations and uncertain tremulous maybes, to certainty, reality, the undeniable truth. to: this is the timeline we're in, and god am i glad, god is it the best one. all those years of waiting and hoping and dreaming and fearing, holding this so carefully in the palms of my hands as if it's a possibility i can make true, somehow, if i just think about it hard enough, delicately enough, cheering him on with everything i have, and now. and here. the champagne pop on the podium, the alchemy playing on repeat, he's getting sprayed from every direction, that ginormous world champion trophy, the shine of his reflection in the gold, the instagram post, the message of gratitude that i'll want to get tattooed onto my eyelids, the tribute video and his name engraved in the annals of history, the entire mtc roaring his name, grandstands of flouro rising to their feet, lando norris formula 1 driver race winner world champion, my guy forever. i want it all. i can't wait i can't wait i can't wait but i will, i'll wait as long as it takes, and this is real to me, to me it's already been written, i'm just waiting for that chapter to arrive. because it will.

[nucleo-bang-tan]

Destiny's Route | JJK

Pairing/s: F1 Driver!Jungkook, Rich!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Smut

Ratings: 18+ Mature Themes

Warnings: Arrogant Jk, blonde!jk descriptions of an accident, jk sorta ruins his entire career, fangirls, random ass bells (like the ones from Your Name, sorry), creampie, tit play, penetration, Dom!Jk, dry humping, sex to songs (had to make my smut unique), they're in lOvEeee, major character development, cute ending, bad smut according to me, messy writing and plot

A/N: I had written this when Smoke Sprite had just came out. I might be new but judge me well and don't be a silent reader, leave comments

Formula One: World Championships 2020

"Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook!" The entire stadium roared and he hadn't even stepped into the sights yet.

His leather racing gear tightened and the helmet in his arms was enough of a proof that he was a racer.

A smug smirk on his face and body blooming with pride in himself, he finally stepped into the stadium.

Oh, it was louder than anything you've ever heard. Louder than the thrumming hearts of the other racers standing near their cars, louder than the vrooming of the engines that would be heard in the near future and definitely louder than the poor commentators.

It was his habit, this countdown he had in his brain. Counting each second hours before his race.

'15 minutes till I start' was the thought that overpowered all the screams.

He put on his helmet and nodded to his manager who seemed to speak, but the only thing Jungkook could hear was his own voice saying '13 minutes...'

He pretended to hear them, the screaming fans, the panicking manager, the warning by the referee to get ready for the race.

Maybe the only thing that Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and suddenly he could hear everything.

The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.

Immediately leaving the brakes, his car began at a relatively fast speed. Some who over exaggerate might even say, it was like a bullet out of a rifle.

But those who know and watch his races could clearly say he was just getting started.

Instantly at the front, he heard over his comm, a simple, "That was a good start." by his ever so cold yet sweet coach

"And a great start by number 5, the crowd is already going wild for him." One of the barely heard commentators announced.

Jungkook was famous to say the least. Not only did he amass a male audience with his driving skills, he attracted the unlikely female locals with his charms too.

Everyone wanted to get a piece of him, being invited to various talk shows, mainstream award ceremonies, and much to his rivals' dismay, being named one of the greatest racers among present F1 drivers.

But unlike most, he was never humble about it. Why should he be, he answered whenever questioned by his coach. He works hard for it and he's different than the others, he's never lost a single race he's been in.

Nobody liked his attitude but the arrogance added to his confidence and charms.

"The first one to complete the 20th lap is number 5, Jeon Jungkook. His teammate, Kim Yugyeom is however far behind." Hey, Jungkook played his part perfectly, why should be bother about his teammate.

But his whole team knew Yugyeom wouldn't survive a second after he dared to mess Jungkook's race up.

"Pit stop?" His coach asked over the comm.

"I suppose the tires could use some help. Don't make me lose time." Jungkook replied.

His car slowed down gradually and took a detour to his team's pit stop.

It was so quick he could barely spare a glance. But he did. Something caught his eye, or rather someone.

It was like the time itself had stopped, Jungkook's eyes would've missed it if he didn't pay enough attention. Now, he had seen many and plenty beautiful girls in his entire lifetime, heck he fucked two yesterday.

But the one he saw that moment, made him forget where he was, what he was sitting in that car for. Her eyes didn't meet his eyes, but he caught all of her. Her brunette tresses, the red Formula 1 team jacket she was wearing.

She wasn't from Jungkook's team, Ferrari; he could tell. What was she doing in Ferrari's booth then?

She was smiling at someone, talking to them, he supposed. It was the most beautiful smile he had seen. Call him a fool but the first thought that processed through his head, or rather through his dick was, I need to be balls deep in her. Fuck her good.

Were those bells?

A faint sound of bells ringing was heard to only Jungkook and he suddenly became too overwhelmed by it all. They weren't loud but it was the most unique sound he had ever heard, the most beautiful one.

His coach practically had to knock his helmet to get him going. He had wasted 12 seconds of his precious time causing a commotion around and outside the pitstop.

Taking his eyes off of the girl who was now looking straight at him with her lustrous gaze, he pushed the accelerator and went level ahead without looking at where he was driving to.

"Jungkook what's wrong with you?" He heard.

"I'm horny now, shit." He replied without hearing what his coach had asked.

"What? This is being recorded man."

"Yeah, sure. What's the status?" He couldn't care less if people heard what he said.

"You're second now, damn it."

"Fuck, all cause of the bell girl."

"Get your fucking head in the game." His coach yelled. "You can still make it."

Lap after lap, Jungkook started to fall behind. This has never happened before. His mind only on the red jacket girl. He was too overwhelmed by the noises, the constant yelling of his coach, the winds that hit him.

He wanted to puke and could barely breath, a knot formed in his stomach. He was nervous for the first time in 5 years of his career.

His body started to fall weak and he was about to shed tears. He was losing his first place?

"Jungkook, pit stop." His coach said after around the 40th lap. By this time, Jungkook was barely holding onto the wheel, getting weaker per passing second.

"I'm already losing, I can't." He managed to mutter out.

"There are 20 more laps, you can catch up easily."

"I said, I fucking can't." He spat out. There was no way he was losing his first place. He was Jeon Jungkook, he never lost.

His horniness far gone, he finally decided it was time to overtake the fucker who was in the first place.

"Jeon, slow down and enter the pitstop right now!" His coach warned and he ignored it.

He sped up, going 200...210...220, testing the limits of his vehicle. Little did he know, his tires did reach their limits.

He was finally returning back to his normal state. However, when he hit 260, it was a new high to his senses, as well as his tires.

One of them ruptured by the heat.

It was a matter of split second but Jungkook couldn't process any of it. Wails of women, men alike were heard; he was mid air. And the next second he was lying upside down on the side track, his helmet cracked but still protecting his head.

He was still awake, that's what made it more painful. He tried to get out by removing his seat's safety gear, but he could barely move his legs weren't hurting, they were just numb. But his chest hurt like shit.

'Great, new low.' he thought and started losing consciousness. 'Cue my head getting dizzy, and...' was the last thing that went through his head. He slipped in and out the unconscious.

Blaring alarms, sounds of an distorted ambulance, his panicky manager panicking more than usual. He could tell why everyone was in chaos.

He didn't know why but he wanted to see the girl in the red jacket more than anything at the moment. He didn't care if he shouldn't be bleeding out of his thighs right now and the piece of metal certainly shouldn't be sticking out of the left one.

He wanted to see you. And he did.

Faraway from the commotion, you were holding a horrified expression, tears ran down your face and an older man in grey suit comforted you.

The last expression he held before passing out completely was the same he had when he entered the stadium, a smug smile; you were crying for him.

The room was silent apart from his heavy breathing. The stuttered beeping indicated he was in a hospital. Everything hurt so bad, even breathing was a task. He slowly shifted his head and opened his eyes.

No one...

Ofcourse, there would be no one by his bedside. His parents were in another country and he had no one else with him except his team whom he treated like shit.

The door opened revealing a man wearing a white coat, presumably a doctor, who was attending on Jungkook.

Jungkook slightly raised his hand even though it was sore and gave him a slight wave.

"Oh Mr. Jeon, good to see you awake." He quickly checked the beeping monitor for his stats.

Jungkook cleared his throat, "Is there anyone waiting for me?"

"Unfortunately, your manager and team has went back to their respective cities. Only your coach stayed back."

"Where is he now?"

"I've sent a nurse to look.... And here he is." The doctor corrected himself after he saw the man barging in through the door.

"Jungkook! My man! How are you? Are you breathing good?" His coach grabbed his achy hand.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile at his display of affection by his usually stern coach.

"Ouch..." He winched slightly when his bed was slightly moved by the older man's momentum. "I'm good Mr. Bang."

"Is he good, doctor?" He looked over at the man jotting down something on his notepad.

"He'll be able to walk in 5 weeks time of full rest. After that he can be discharged."

"Thank you." Mr. Bang bowed. "Thank you so much." The doctor bowed in response and left the two of them alone.

"So, kid? Are you ready to talk about it?" He turned to Jungkook.

"I got horny, that's all." He laughed earning a tut from his mentor. "Why did the team leave so early?"

"Early? Jungkook it's been a week since the accident." Ofcourse the racer had no idea it had been that long. "Also I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Not now, maybe later. It's something important, yeah? We have to meet to administration."

"What do you mean, let go of me?" Jungkook had to be held back by his coach, or one could say ex-coach. His anger knew no bounds as he was about to jump his manager.

"Y-you can't let me off, I've given you so many wins, you can't." He pleaded through his anger.

"Sorry Jungkook it's not my decision take it up with the board." The manager said nonchalantly.

And so he did. He hasted into the door labeled CEO without hearing any instructions from the presumed assistant.

He burst through the door heads turning towards him. One of a man he had seen before but couldn't quite place and one of the CEO of Ferrari himself.

"Well if it isn't Jeon Jungkook!" The other man said to which Jungkook didn't pay any heed to.

"Jungkook, what's wrong? If you want to talk you can get an appo-"

"I don't want a stupid appointment, I just want to know why I'm being let off. You can't just let me off. I've given my everything for this company since I was 18. And no one, I say, no one can give you as much money as I earn a single minute. It was just a minor accident, we can work over it, doesn't mean I need to be fucking thrown out of the company." He pointed a finger at the man in authority.

The CEO was quiet through his rant and finally spoke, "Jungkook please have a seat."

"Just answer my fucking question." He reluctantly took a seat, his leg was starting to hurt a bit.

"Jungkook, do you know who this fine man is?" He pointed towards the familiar man in the gray suit.

"No, and I don't necessarily care." The hot headed man scoffed.

"This is the CEO of McLaren. And he has offered $90million for you."

Jungkook's eyes widened in realisation, he wasn't being let off, he was being sold off. Any other driver would have been estatic, jumping off the ceiling, but Jungkook was horrified.

Ferrari had been his home since the beginning of his career. He couldn't possibly let go of his home, his team and especially his coach.

"No." Jungkook said, mind not able to process the information.

"Yeah we know, we knew you wouldn't like being traded and after the stunt you pulled, not listening to your coach, our reputation has been tarnished severely. Have you been seeing the news? People are furious that we let you drive like that.

So to answer your precious little question, you can't be traded neither can you be kept in our company. Hence, we're letting you off."

Jungkook got up and banged his fists on the glass table, cracking it a bit. "Fuck off, I don't care, coach will find a way to get me back in."

"Jungkook, he won't. You're not coming back on track. Not from Ferrari atleast." He smiled.

Jungkook was in tears at this point, leaving his home because of his own mistake was something he thought would never happen in a million years.

It was you. It was you that had caused it all. Even though it may have been unbeknownst to you, it was your fault.

Ever since Jungkook saw you, he had this uneasy feeling in his stomach, almost as if he drank tons of alcohol and couldn't puke how much ever he wanted to. Nothing had been going right, and Jungkook wasn't having it.

"F-fuck all of you." Was the last thing he said before storming out of the CEO's office, never to enter it again.

"So father, how did it go?" You asked. "Did Jeon agree?"

"Ofcourse not. I know racers like him, he lived for Ferrari, and he wouldn't give in that easily." Your father said, adjusting his gray suit.

It was a bright, huge building. You were sitting in its spotless lobby. You could tell it was built to perfection, down to the last bit as you couldn't find a single flaw in it what so ever.

It reminded you of your father's main work building. Though your father's was brighter and more lively, filled with people you know since your childhood.

"Well, do you still have work here? Or we can go home?"

The older man laughed, "You can go have a walk baby." He looked out the window. "Oop it's raining, stay inside then, I'll get you something to keep you entertained."

"No, I'll prefer to walk." You knew Jungkook had stormed out and you wanted to look for him. He wouldn't have gone far considering how much it was raining at the time.

"Find yourself an umbrella then, dear. I have to go." You hugged your father and he walked into an elevator.

Jungkook couldn't tell if he was just dreaming. If he was still in the hospital, and still in his sleep. It certainly would be better that way.

His thoughts were cut off by a loud sound followed by a sudden gush of rainfall hitting his face as he looked up at the sky.

'Great, how bad can it get' he thought as he stopped walking and sat down on a bench.

The park in front of the Ferrari head office was always his favorite place. He'd come here when he had no friends to go to. No family to look up at.

He sighed, rain still drenching him. But it was an enjoyment of sorts. He closed his eyes feeling each raindrop as they hit his face, he smiled knowing this was the most peaceful he'd be in a long time.

But the rain was stopped by someone. He opened his eyes to see you smiling brightly, holding an umbrella over him and you, right in front of him.

Jungkook was extremely pissed off by now. The last thing he needed was you to come out of nowhere after he'd lost everything.

He scoffed, "Nice of you to grace me with your presence." The knot in his stomach relaxed for some reason and he was feeling a lot better.

Close up, you looked much better than he had assumed. If Jungkook was asked to draw a perfect face, he'd draw yours. Words couldn't possibly express how overwhelmed he felt when he was in front of you, in a good way ofcourse.

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head in confusion. Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn't get goosebumps at the sound of your voice. "You know..." You wiped the seat beside him to sit on. "...I've been a big fan of you."

"I don't care, just leave me alone."

"I'm Y/n, Kim Y/n."

He sighed looking off into the distant with an uninterested look, "Jeon Jungkook." This was weirdly not how he had expected your first interaction to go. He could feel that you somehow felt the same way he did.

The drops from before slid down his porcelain skin, you almost wanted to reach a hand out to touch him, you wish you did.

"I know." You smiled. "And I know you felt something too."

He snapped his head towards you, "What?"

"The weird feeling in the stomach, yeah, I've been feeling it too." You looked down at your fiddling hand in your lap. "I-I heard the bells as well."

There was no way, Jungkook looked at your profile silently. Half admiring you, half being shocked at the new information.

Jungkook had always wished he'd find his soulmate the same way they found each other in Your Name, by the sound of bells. Of course, he was kidding himself, a way of coping with the fact that no girl interested him. However, he secretly wanted it to actually happen, it'd save him the trouble of finding a date at least.

Jungkook would never have imagined a random nobody to be his so-called soulmate.

"Have you heard the bells?" You asked meekly. You weren't sure if he did and didn't want to seem a weirdo. He nodded much to your relief.

An awed Jungkook looked at you for an explanation, you seemed to know more than him.

"Well, are you gonna tell me?"

"Tell you what? I'm dumbfounded here too." You shrugged.

'Well, that was stupid', both of you thought.

It was awkward, to say the least. Jungkook didn't want to speak, you didn't know how to speak.

"I'm sorry for the accident, how are you doing?" You finally broke the silence.

"Well, you should be apologizing. I'm good thank you for your concern." He smirked down at you.

You were sitting so close to him. Arms brushing against each other, his warm breath hitting you. He placed a hand on your thigh, letting his impulsive thoughts win.

"What? Why should I be apologizing, you idiot?" His warm hand brushed up against your skirt-clad thigh, dragging it up to touch your smooth skin.

"I don't know, you caused it all. I couldn't focus because of you. That's why I was late to start from the pitstop."

You were lucky the park was empty; because the way Jungkook was dragging your skirt up was vile, he was vile. Who does that to a girl he just met? He clearly didn't give a fuck who was watching.

He leaned closer to your blushing face and said, almost whispered, "The rain has stopped baby, what are you holding the umbrella for?"

You closed your eyes in embarrassment and pulled the umbrella shut as Jungkook laughed. "I'm sorry, but I don't see my fault here. How was the accident my doing?"

Jungkook took his free hand to a stray strand of hair covering your face and tucked it behind your ear, only to touch your cheek as if you were a piece of art. "Look at you, how could you not cause the fucking accident. Walking around in this skirt, being such a sin."

Okay, you were officially done with him. You quickly got up from your seat beside him making him retract his hands from you.

"Being cheesy with me isn't going to help your career, Jungkook. You're a lost cause at this point. I didn't cause your accident, your own dumb brain did it." You spat, walking away.

"You can't talk to me like that." He said getting up and walking after you.

"So arrogant." you mocked, walking faster. "You know, I came here to make you feel better, you aren't helping."

Jungkook realised you were a hard one, offence wasn't going to work and he definitely wasn't going to let his potential soulmate walk away.

"Fine, I'm sorry. Let me fix it."

"This isn't about....you're so difficult." you groaned. Jungkook stopped and held your wrist making you come to a halt and turn back at him. "This is assault you know."

"Shut up and let me take you out to tomorrow night"

"Ask politely."

"I never ask anyone out, that's all you get."

"Ask politely."

He sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time that week, "Would you please do me the honor of going out to a date with me?" He ridiculed.

"Where?"

"Meet me right here at 8pm tomorrow."

"How do I trust you?"

"I might be a douche bag to others but I know how to treat women right."

"Damn..." Jungkook whispered under his breath. He knew you were a walking nightmare for him and his dick but the skin tight silver dress you were wearing was sinister for him.

Though you were wearing a coat, he could still see the outline of your curves making his pants a bit tighter than usual.

You were zoned out staring at the night sky, on the same bench you two had your first awkward encounter on.

A lot of things on your mind. Jungkook, your father's quickly devaluating company, and did you mention Jungkook?

Maybe you were obsessing over him more than he was over you, maybe this was all wrong and you were never meant to even meet.

You have had been a fan of Jungkook since his first ever race 5 years ago. Being such a big fan, you knew he was a playboy and wasn't going to commit anytime soon. Numerous scandals of him cheating on his celebrity girlfriends popped up from time to time and honestly, you were scared.

Scared because you heard the bells and scared because it might have been a misunderstanding.

Even if it was a misunderstanding, you got a chance with him and you were afraid of losing it.

A teardrop rolled down your face due to the anxiety.

"You know..." You were startled by the man beside who suddenly appeared beside you. "I would love to see you cry..." He reached out and wiped the tear. "...but when you're under me." He winked.

You brightened and hit his arm for being so cheesy again.

He laughed and asked, "What were you thinking about?"

"Stuff..."

"Yeah, no shit. What stuff?"

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah, baby?" You felt butterflies in your stomach at such a simple gesture and he knew how he affected you.

You gulped, "W-What if we didn't actually hear any bells, it was just a coincidence both of us were hallucinating at the same time?"

"Well, those bells fractured my leg and 3 ribs, let's assume they were real shall we?" He smiled. Not an ounce of doubt could be seen on his face.

"You're something else." You smiled.

"I've been told." He adjusted his leather jacket. "I believe we have a date waiting for us?" You nodded.

You got up, following Jungkook's movements. "So, where are you taking me? To an orgy?"

"Hah, close enough. We're going to the beach."

You scowled, "Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking me to a beach, in this dress?"

"Stop complaining, honey." You both reached the exit of the park where Jungkook had parked his vehicle.

And it's not like he couldn't have chose one of many of his luxury cars. It's not like he couldn't have gotten a Lamborghini, or preferably a Porsche for you to sit comfortably in.

He chose a fucking motorcycle...

You were supposed to sit on a motorcycle with a minidress...

"I am not sitting on a motorcycle, my father would kill me."

"I have a license baby, don't worry, it's safe."

You wanted to smack him in his dumb head so bad at that moment. He clearly didn't think things through.

"I trust you but it's no-"

"No buts, you trust me. That's all I need." He put on his gloves and helmet and gave you one for yourself. You sighed, you should've never agreed to this.

You struggled to get on the motorcycle itself and the sloped seat made your front slide right into Jungkook's back.

Oh, he enjoyed every minute of your agony. You held onto him so tight, your boobs were squished flat against him.

It was special to Jungkook: meeting his soulmate. Though he was pissed off at you first, he couldn't deny his that you were his soulmate. He didn't care what the world believed or what you believed.

He was dead-sure that he heard the bells, and he wasn't going to hear otherwise.

That's why Jungkook brought his favourite motorcycle for you. He wouldn't let anyone, not even his older brother touch it but he readily brought it to impress you.

"Enjoying the ride?" He asked as you had stopped at a signal.

"Uh-" You were half disoriented at this point. "Very."

"Just let go of me. And try to enjoy wind in your hair." He suggested. He sounded so geniune there was no way you couldn't try it out. Even if it meant that you might fly off into the abyss.

You slowly let go of him, finally holding him just by his waist and striaghtening your body.

You felt peace. You understood what Jungkook meant for you to do but you were still a bit afraid to let go of him completely.

But before you knew it, Jungkook was coming to a stop.

You looked around to see nothing but an empty road and a barely lit beach which seemed to be private as no one was on it.

"We'll have to walk from here." Jungkook said as both of you got off.

"Are you gonna assault me here too?" You jested, adjusting your dress and your coat.

"Just ask me, I'll do anything, baby." You still hadn't gotten used to his nickname. You knew he didn't mean them but they still felt very personal.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you meet." You stated as you started walking. The soil slowly turned to sand. "And I bet you bring every single girl here and fuck them."

"You really take me as a playboy, don't you?"

"Because you are."

"I only fuck girls in my mansion and I've never ever brought anyone out on a date, especially here."

"That still makes you a playboy."

"I can be loyal for you." He suggested and you laughed. But for some reason he didn't.

He stopped on his tracks, "Y/n, I'm serious. I could be loyal for you."

"Jungkook, you can't be loyal to anyone. There's nothing in the world that can make me think that you'll do that to me."

You reached the shore and were still confused as to what you were going to do here.

"Wait here, I'll grab a blanket from the house."

You hadn't noticed but there was a big beach house nearby. You assumed it was Jungkook's. You never took Jungkook as a guy who owned a piece of private beach.

It was almost romantic. You walked into the ocean, water barely reaching your ankles. It was full moon, so it was well lit despit the beach having only a small number of lamp posts.

You took a deep breath, feeling better to have had agreed to come here. The smell of salt and sand tickled your nose almost teasing you to enter the ocean.

Jungkook exited the beach house with a blanket big enough for 5-6 people. His eyes fell on you bathing in the moonlight. He didn't get horny, rather, he got goosebumps.

'So beautiful' was one of the million thoughts circuiting through his brain at the moment. He had never seen such a view before.

How he wished time were to stop right then and there.

He snapped out of his trance after you turned at him and smiled brightly, the beach had made you happier than before.

"Well, are you gonna do something with that blanket or...?"

"Uh- yeah." he shaked his head and spread the blanket for you two to sit on.

"You know I never took you to be the romantic type." You joked as you took a seat beside the man.

"I never thought a person could be so beautiful, but here we are." He stated matter-of-factly and you blushed.

"Jungkook, stop staying stuff you don't mean."

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you down with him to lay on the blanket. You fell onto him with a sqeak which Jungkook found very endearing.

"I have meant every single sentence I said since I met you, Y/n."

You were blushing extremely hard at this point so you placed yourself such that he couldn't see your face.

"I love coming here, just laying here and watching the stars. They're so much clearer here than the city."

"You come here with friends?"

"No, alone." He had a sad tone to his words. Who could blame him? He didn't have any friends to begin with.

"You know, when I first came into racing, everyone hated that they were getting beaten by an 18 year old." He said.

"What are you talking about?" You got more comfortable with him and laid on his arm, using it as a pillow.

"My seniors, they used to hit me for being too naïve. It hurt their egos because they were being defeated at their best game."

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry."

"That's why I ended up being so entitled, it seemed to scare them away. And it kinda stuck with me."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." You tried to lighten the mood.

He laughed, "You think I don't know that?"

He was so pretty, you couldn't help but reach out a hand to caress his face. "How are you so.... perfect?"

"Genes, baby." He carefully got up, laying your head on the blanket and got on top of you. His body tightly bond against yours.

He cupped your face, "I'm not trying to be cheesy again but, you're the most perfect girl I've ever met." He closed the distance between the two of you.

So close yet so awfully far.

In your defence, you couldn't control yourself when you held the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Contrast to Jungkook's personality on the track, it was slow, so slow.

He didn't move his lips for a few seconds, dazed in your touch. Both of you could swear there were fireworks ongoing in both of your stomachs.

When he finally decided to move his lips, it was full of passion; wild, crazy, boundless passion summed up into a few slow estatic movement of both your lips.

Jungkook held you as if you were made of fluff, ready to crumble at his fingertips. And you were crumbling, submitting to your list for him. His hand was on one of your thighs, making you wrap your leg around him, pulling him closer than he could possibly be.

Jungkook had become addicted to your lips, they were like a drug to him, he didn't want to let go.

But he did reluctantly when you eventually had to catch a breath, your stamina clearly wasn't as much as his.

He grinned, "Now that wasn't so 'difficult' of me."

"Hey now, I didn't mean it." You giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours. A gesture you found extremely romantic.

Over the night, you talked, laughed and almost cried with him. It felt so... nice to be around him. You started to wonder if he was actually your soulmate by the way he made you feel. You hoped it was true despite it being practically impossible.

"Wanna go take a dip?" Jungkook suggested.

"No way, this is a one of kind Louis Vuitton masterpiece you know, bringing it to the beach was already a big enough mistake."

"Then take it off." He said simply.

You gasped dramatically, "And be naked around your playboy ass? I'd rather not, I'm not looking to be fucked tonight."

"Am I an exception?"

"Maybe..." You trailed off.

"You're mean, you know that?" He leaned in for another kiss which you gladly gave in to.

Ofcourse, you didn't get laid that night. But you experienced a whole new side of the arrogant play boy you had always seen.

Jungkook and you met way too many times after that and you were honestly surprised at his ability to control himself from fucking you right when he sees you.

Jungkook grew too attached to you to the point he'd end up at the gate of your mansion the second he missed you.

Your father, whom Jungkook had never met was not happy with the fact that you were dating a F1 driver famous for sleeping around. He had clearly stated he hated seeing you go out everyday and waste your time over a jobless and hopeless excuse of a man.

It was obvious to you that your father held a grudge against him for not joining his company.

But you were stubborn, you never let him stop you from sneaking out the mansion only to hop onto Jungkook's motorcycle.

"So why don't you take up my father's offer?" You brushed Jungkook's hair back and out of his face. You wondered why he bleached it so much. Your legs straddled him and you both were sitting on his couch.

"And become a McLaren pawn? No thank you." He scoffed.

"You were a pawn of Ferrari before this. How does that make any difference." You shuffled around on his lap innocently.

"Ferrari is different, I don't know how to describe it to you." He almost groaned at your crouch and thighs rubbing against his manhood.

"McLaren is different too. We've got the coolest team, they're so friendly and sweet, it's crazy. We have had some of the best times together. There's Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin-"

"Shh..." He hushed you. "Are you betraying me? I thought you were my fucking fan." He was slightly 'concerned' as he might put it, at your words. You hung out with other guys? Other drivers at that?

"Jealous are we?" You smirked connecting foreheads with him. The movie you were meant to watch was long forgotten. You shuffled a bit more making him whimper.

You were already too much for him, he would not be able to restrain himself. Heck, he didn't want to at this point.

"No, ofcourse not. Why would I be jealous?" He buried his face in your neck as you chuckled. "And stop fucking moving before I ram into you without any warning."

Oh, you realised it now. He was hard beneath you. You could feel how big he was. You grinded on him a little to test the waters, earning another sound from him.

You gasped as you felt a sudden kiss followed by a sharp bite on your neck.

"Jungkoo-"

"Please, baby." His voice was all raspy and groggy sending shivers all across your body. "Please let me fuck you."

You didn't need to reply, you just had to grind. And you did. He threw his head back onto the couch as you continued to rub against him.

You reached out to kiss him. Both of you had made out before. You had lusted over each other before but that moment, knowing the proceeding act you were going to do, it was different.

Jungkook was a bit reluctant, a bit too scared that he might hurt you. But you showed no signs of stopping.

"Fuck me..." You said between the kisses, "Please, Jungkook, I can't take it anymore."

He pulled away, "Are you sure, baby? I'll try to go easy."

"No." You smiled, "Let go, don't hold yourself. Use me, Jungkook."

Oh, how hard he got by only those words. His pupils darkened, and he grabbed you by your chin roughly planting a small kiss on your lips biting the lower one as he pulled away.

Jungkook held you by your hips and lifted you up taking you to his sanctuary, his bedroom.

Gently placing you on the bed while kissing, he didn't want to let go. He couldn't let go.

Your hand went between you two grabbing his belt and trying to undo it. Jungkook being his impatient ass, grabbed one of your hands to stop you and did it himself.

He suddenly got up and walked towards the other side of the bed looking for something in his drawer. You whined at the empty feeling, if anything you wanted to be in his embrace for longer.

"What are you looking for? A dildo?" You asked turning over onto your front.

"Why would I have a dildo, I'm probably bigger than those" He pulled out a speaker from the drawer.

"Are you for real?"

"I don't know, I just feel like it."

Fine, you were willing to roll with it as long as he put on fuckable songs. And you knew his music taste was immaculate.

He connected his phone meanwhile you had discarded your clothes leaving you in your lingerie much to Jungkook's surprise when he turned around.

"Shit..." He murmured, crawling his way toward your frame.

His first track was moderately sensual. Just an instrumental so who knows what song. But it seemed to you he got even more turned on by it. Little did you know it was you who caused that.

"I know, I don't have the modelesque features you're used to, bu-"

"Are you kidding with me? You're literally the prettiest girl out there. I'd prefer to see you everyday single fucking day over any other woman."

He gently pushed you onto the bed, giving you a slight peck while he's at it.

"Let me worship you, yeah?" He said making you gush with juices.

Jungkook had understood you so well, he knew what words to use, what gestures to do in order to make you lose your cool. He had never even touched you but he knew you like the back of his hand.

He splayed butterfly kisses across your neck, biting and licking a few, more sensitive spots. You were never the quiet type and he enjoyed your moans more than anything.

He swore his heart skipped a beat everytime you said his name. It gave him some sense of being yours.

The music was still slow and sensual matching his pace.

He kissed your body all the way down to the valley of your heaving breasts. Hooking a quick hand under you, he untied your bra removing it all together.

His breath got heavier as he processed the view in front of him. He could cum at the sight without the slightest of touch.

"You're so fucking angelic, Y/n." He leaned in only to take a mild bite of your erected nipple, stretching your skin as he pulled on it with his lips. "My baby." He said, with your nipple still inside his mouth.

"Jungkook..." you gasped and panted at every single one of his touch. Moaning as he paid equal attention to both your boobs, your fingers locked themselves in his smooth blonde-dyed hair.

Neglecting your other breast for a while, his hand moved downwards as he still sucked and lapped at your chest.

Finally reaching to the hem of your underwear and playing with it for a while, Jungkook decides to move his hand inside.

His hand made contact with your clit right away, "So wet, baby, so wet." You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You flinched, it's not like you hadn't touched yourself before, it's just the touch of Jungkook's padded thumb that had you going crazy.

It was known to Jungkook that you were a virgin, part of which was why you were so hesitant to have sex with him.

Oh, but it drove Jungkook over the edge. Getting to be the first and possibly the only person to ever touch you? He was so estatic when he first heard it; he'd never question the meaning of life again.

"It's okay, just trust me yeah?" He let you hold his arm as he came eye level to you, resting his forehead on yours.

At this point the song had changed to a much faster one and who knows how many had passed before this one.

Jungkook knew well to match his speed up with the song. He inked digits dipped in you as the beat dropped sending you over the moon.

"Please, Jungkook. I want your....fuck..."

"What's that, angel? Could you repeat that?" He knew exactly what you meant but it got him off, knowing he was making you so much dumber with just his two of his fingers.

"I-I want your cock." You managed to coax out.

His belt was already undone, he just had to pull his pants down. Which he did along with his hoodie leaving you both in just your underwears.

"I suppose you're ready." He said adding a third finger to the two already plunged inside you. He was knuckles deep sending you into a moaning frenzy.

It was too overwhelming with pain for a second but you managed to calm yourself through it. You didn't think you'd need that much preparation for his dick but you'll soon know you were wrong.

He pulled his fingers out, all of them were very much covered with your juices. He brought his tatted hand in front of your face,

"Suck." He simply demanded. And you followed. The scene itself was so disgusting, it turned both of you on more than before, if that was even possible.

"So good to me, only to me." You released his hand to help discard both of your underwears.

He was certainly big, similar to most of the porn videos you had seen. He was blessed with both length and girth and you had no fucking idea how you were going to fit around him. He smirked seeing you gawk at his length.

The music changed to more of something you knew. A song featured by one of your favourite artists, RM.

"Such a whore for my cock, can't even keep your eyes off of it." His words surprised you, he had never used anything close to a derogatory term for you. He had always been respectful of you. But this change in his words had you excited to say the least.

"It's my property." you said boldly.

"You're my property."

He teased your entrance with his head making you both hiss at the feeling. He put in just the tip to begin with. But the tightness made him double up in pleasure.

~Yeah, it's time to go off-site, smoke sprite~ The music blared through both of your ears.

Jungkook took his chance to bottom out, both moaning in unison.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He said clenching his jaw while your mouth was agape at the warmth inside you.

~Take on my knees~ You were turned on beyond what you thought was humanly possible.

"Gonna cum soon." You vocalized somehow.

"I'm close too."

Your legs were wrapped around his body. His hands crept up to your neck holding you, or rather, choking you. You were beyond gone at this point.

But Jungkook kept thrusting powerfully, practically drooling at the sight of you barely holding on to reality. His leaking cock hit your cervix at every ram.

~Fire to the low, lower, low, ah yeah don't run away~ Her words punctuated Jungkook's thrusts.

"Jungkook, I'm cumming." was all you said before you got tighter around Jungkook making him gasp. But he didn't falter, he kept fucking you deep until your back arched under him. Peppering kisses all over your face, calming you through your orgasm.

It was RM's voice that got you over the edge for some reason.

"That's my baby." He said, kissing your lips. Removing one of his hands from around your neck and hooking it under your thigh, he got a deeper angle.

"Koo... too much..." You panted. Your mouth could barely form legible words.

"Like I care." And honestly, at this point, he didn't. All he wanted to do was cum inside of you. Completely ruin you.

Keeping his pace constant, he was wonder-struck at how well your pussy swallowed him, how your body reacted to his touch, how your belly displayed a bulge going in and out of you.

"Look at....me..." He asked not so politely. You somehow opened your tear-filled eyes to look him straight in the eyes. That's when you heard a faint ringing of bells again. You looked around and at Jungkook to confirm it.

There were tears in his eyes too but not because of the pleasure. Jungkook had just realized how hard he had fallen for you. He was in love with you for sure. And nothing could stop him from confessing right at the spot.

"I am in fucking love with you, Y/n." He whispered and smiled. You could barely hear him, but you did.

"I-I love you too, Jungkook." You weren't hesitant in the slightest.

He leaned down to kiss you for the millionth time that night but then again who was counting?

"I gonna cum inside you okay baby?" You nodded and he released a copious amount of seed inside you. He thrust his cum in deeper, riding out his high.

He plopped down beside you and you both faced each other. He cupped your cheek affectionately, "I love you so much, you have no idea." He planted a soft peck at the tip of your nose making you giggle.

"I bet I love you more." You said kissing his palm which cupped your face.

"One more round?"

"Are you shitting me Jungkook?" Both of you laughed simultaneously, "No, but seriously my dad is gonna kill you if he finds out what we just did."

"Speaking of your dad..." He laughed, "I might just take up his offer."

Formula One: World Championships 2022

"And please, please, please make a pit stop when its necessary." You said.

"Okay, I get it. I will." Jungkook pulled you in his embrace for one last time before the race. "Promise me you'll take care."

"I'll be fin-"

"Jungkook, let's go. It's time!" Taehyung, Jungkook's teammate yelled from outside the locker room.

"Be at the finish line as I win, I have a surprise for you." He kissed you deeply for a quick second and left after Taehyung.

'10 minutes before I start.' He couldn't hear anyone at the moment, not the screaming fans, not his usually calm new manager, not his coach dragging him to sit in the car.

A shiny McLaren logo above the number 7 on his back was enough a proof that he was a racer.

Maybe the only thing Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and he suddenly could hear everything. The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.

Your voice was the loudest screaming cheers of encouragement.

He let go of the brakes and as usual, he got the lead, followed by Taehyung. The plan was to get 1st and 2nd ranks for them respectively.

"And number 7 gets back on the track after almost 2 years of hiatus due to his accident."

"That's right." The other commentator chimes in, "Ferrari seems to have let a gem go."

"He'll be perfectly fine." Your father patted your shoulder relaxing you.

"I know, but it's his first time, I don't know I can't help but feel nervous for him, dad."

Turned out all your father ever wanted from Jungkook was for him to join his company.

Jungkook had gotten closer to McLaren drivers due to them being your friends. He was much less jealous. You finally saw a side of Jungkook that wasn't selfish or arrogant when he was with them.

Ever since Jungkook joined Mclaren, the press and the fans went crazy. Everyone wanted to get a piece of Jungkook with his new partner.

This in turn generated a lot of publicity and money, Jungkook had practically saved your father's falling business and stocks.

"He has you now, he won't be so careless this time, trust me."

"I would sure hope so." You smiled looking at the racing cars in front of you.

It was around the 25th lap and Jungkook had just come in for a pit stop. He was barely there for 5 seconds but he made sure to spot you and blow you a kiss at the bleachers. Even though he had his helmet on, it was clear what he intended to do.

Many fans surrounding you didn't know who you were and assumed it was for them, screaming at the act of endearment. You felt weird not having people know Jungkook was yours.

The rest of the race majorly included a couple more stops and just sitting around hoping your boyfriend wouldn't cause any mishap again.

Jungkook and Taehyung maintained their positions throughout the race ensuring their wins.

"Jungkook, what the fuck?" His coach shouted through the comm. "Slow down a bit, you'll burst a tire again."

It was the final lap and Jungkook was supposed to speed up but only so much so that he was in the first place. However, he had other plans.

Winning was something he had done a ton of times. But setting a record was something Jungkook had rarely done.

He sped up almost bumping into another driver earning some oh's from the crowd.

He was already in the first position and had a clear road ahead of him and he wanted to make this a recording breaking lap.

280 was a new high for him.

"Um, dad he's not slowing down." You gripped your father's hand tightly

"He'll be fine..... I think." You both were seated on the VIP bleachers.

"Jungkook, slow down!" His coach yelled. But he didn't want to listen.

"Woooo, it's 320, coach." Jungkook howled.

Everyone held their breaths, the fans, the team, the coach, you... They could just anticipate the well being of Jungkook.

"And this is just in, Jungkook had broke his previous record for the fastest speed ever in F1 races by going 360 Kmph." The commentator said through the microphones. "A legendary man indeed."

Finally reaching the end of the race, Jungkook came first only to be followed by Taehyung almost a minute later.

You ran towards a tired Jungkook, hugging him in front of millions. The crowd roared in chaos. Who was this girl? And more importantly, McLaren won over all the other companies.

"I'm so glad you're okay." You hugged the man tighter than what's humanly possible and he reciprocated, dropping the helmet in his hand.

"That was..." He started

"That was stupid." You slapped his chest only to further bury yourself into him.

"I know, I'm sorry, but hey, I won." He lifted you up by your waist and spun you around making you squeak.

"Jeon Jungkook, put me down!" It's not like he hadn't done this before. But seeing his boldness to do it in front of people surprised you. You of all people should've known by now that Jungkook would do anything to flex you off.

He let you down and took a step back. A teammate brought him a microphone on cue making you confused.

"Kim Y/n." He said. The whole stadium could hear him. Everyone seemed to go nuts over hearing their idol's voice.

"Jungkook, what are yo-"

"Kim Y/n, I- uh thought I had this covered. But I forgot half the lines I had prepared so Imma just wing it." He chuckled.

"I never believed in myself truly. I was always the arrogant, selfish one in the lot. Always being alone, always being neglected because no one wanted to deal with me. But when I met you, I couldn't help but change for the better. I didn't believe in soulmates. I never thought I meet mine because she simply didn't exist and I was bound to be alone. But I'm not. Loneliness was something I got used to until you showed up. You were mean to me at times, correcting me as we went."

You were in tears at this point, smiling through the tears of relief. Relief that you had him, relief that it was you who could call him yours.

"And I believe in soulmates now because I found mine. Through trial and error I became a better person. All for you. And I love you, more than you could ever imagine. So, Y/n..."

He got down on one knee, but you weren't shocked. You had read through the lines when he began talking.

"I've had this in my pocket while driving." He laughed as he pulled out a small velvet box. "Probably shouldn't have down that."

"No you shouldn't have." You agreed and laughed with him.

"But would you do me the honors by marrying me?"

You couldn't even bother looking at the ring he held in his hand. You bent down and kissed him with all you had. Forgetting you were in front of millions of his fans, forgetting your father might kill you, forgetting everything else but him.

You could hear the crowds going absolutely bonkers with the scene unraveling in front of them. The two of you were on the big screen.

Jungkook placed the mic down and cupped your cheek wiping off the tears that rolled down along it.

"I love you." You said.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You nodded, "Ofcourse, you dummie. It's a yes."

[mediumtires]

It's two days into the summer break and I'm already going through vroom vroom withdrawals, so I re-read Seven Years then decided to nitpick season 5 of DTS. Seven Years is so stuck in my head (especially with last weekend's ass grab) that I started to wonder how Christian and Toto's relationship would affect DTS. Would there be a full episode about their relationship? Would they be more included in each other's episodes? Would Netflix try to get footage of the two acting like a couple? The only guarantee is that Tumblr would be analysis every interaction between the two because we already do that.

Also, I use Microsoft Edge over google so I thought you might find this funny.

The first thing they list is that he is a racing driver, not a successful team principal, a racing driver. :p

ohhh this is such an interesting take!

personally i didn’t make dts a thing in seven years because i just didn’t want to deal with the mess of it. it adds a whole other layer of emotional clusterfucks of being exposed to the wider public (outside of the f1 bubble even), even more cameras following them around the paddock, mic-ed up 24/7. there is a snippet i started writing after the whole “change your fucking car” business that i couldn’t even finish because the whole thing was so messy and i could not come up with a proper way to solve this because i was so embarrassed for them lmao.

but let’s walk for a second. let’s say their involuntary outing happens and dts are around for it all, i do think netflix would be a perfect vessel to promote lgbtq+ visibility and rights in motorsports and both pr teams would jump at the chance. obviously an outing like this is a huge fuck up marketing wise, nothing was planned, no one was prepared for it so they’d need to act quick and with netflix around, they’d have the perfect opportunity to angle the narrative any way they want. plus for netflix it would obviously mean Millions. everyone and their mother would watch the new season.

not sure they’d have a full episode. don’t think christian or toto would agree to this during some of the worst moments of their lives lol and in seven years i tried my best to not glorify or romanticise a shitty situation like being outed by someone else against your will. but i do think they’d both still want to be on dts, they enjoy the spotlight and the attention too much. in my mind they’d both show up to their netflix interviews smirking, a little ala “look at you and your lil cameras, i had a secret you couldn’t even imagine being true, you only know the things i choose to tell you, i’m in charge here”. to me that’s kind of a power move. i also think certain questions would simply be blacklisted so all we’d get would be ambiguous layered eye-twinkling comments about the rival team principal while touching their wedding rings. “oh toto slammed that desk *eye roll* yeah he’s so emotional *smirk*” or “christian has a big mouth, don’t believe everything he says, i don’t” or “singapore last year? yeah i think…. i think we won. did we? can’t remember, i was a little busy” but they don’t ever talk about singapore directly.

post outing i don’t think we’d get much husband material on dts. i tried very hard to write them as being private about their relationship and i still think that rings true, even post outing. there were instances where i thought it’d be significant and meaningful to them as a couple to show their support for each other a little more publicly (or maybe just a little less secretively) but those moments were about them more so than an act for the public or the cameras. in my mind they wouldn’t walk hand in hand through the paddock just because they can, not mid season on a thursday morning anyway. they’re professionals and they’re at work. but it’s a different thing when a netflix camera zooms in on them through a window and they’re having a quiet lunch tucked away in some corner of rb hospitality, or a brush of hands or a discreet smile when they pass each other somewhere and a camera is around to pick up on it.

so that’s my take! the most interesting angle to me though is how the public perception suddenly changes from seeing them as individuals to seeing them as a unit. it rewires your brain from “oh these two are fun, they hate each other” to “oh these two….. don’t hate each other. in actuality they…. they seem to love each other enough to be…. husbands. huh”

[watercolor-hearts]

Hi! I have a lestappen prompt if you are still taking prompts!

Prompt: Charles and Max are secretly married but they have a kid or kids together. They must keep their relationship a secret at races since they are still drivers for f1 but they must also juggle being parents.

I hope you have some fun with this prompt! I will love to see where you take it cause I think it can either be fluff or angst, or both!

When I first read this prompt, I was like 'ah, easy one, I'll write something for it in a few hours'. Nope, my guy, nope. I had to rewrite it like three times because when I thought I finally had a good idea, it turned out it wasn't good. So yeah, it was quite of a challenge. 😃

Max/Charles • 625 words • emotional hurt/comfort • parents Lestappen • mentions of homophobia • hugs • Ao3 link

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“Daddy, Papa, when can I go to a race with you?” Julia asked on a calm Sunday afternoon when she was coloring in a coloring book while Max and Charles drank their coffee on the couch. Charles looked at Max, opening his mouth to answer Julia's question but Max was faster. 

“Come here, baby, we have to talk about something.”

“I wanna go to a race with you,” the little girl said while climbing onto Max's lap, burying her face into his dad's chest. 

“I know, princess,” Max nodded, kissing his daughter's hair and hugging her. “But... It is not that easy.”

“Why?”

Max looked at Charles and then at their daughter again.

“Because there are some... Not so nice people there. Some people do not like it when two boys love each other and have kids together. And we do not want these people to hurt you, to tell you mean things,” Max tried to explain, “In this world, in the racing world there are a lot of people who do not like men like your papa and me. Because we like men, we are in love with each other and we are married. We have to keep it a secret.”

“B—But boys can love each other too,” the little girl mumbled to Max's chest. “It's not fair not to let them love each other.”

Charles smiled and leaned to Max, resting his head on his husband's shoulder. 

“They can, but... There is a big chance Daddy would lose his job if a boss in his team found out he was gay. That boss does not like gay people. So daddy has to keep it a secret.”

“Christian doesn't like Daddy?” Julia asked. Max shook his head. 

“No, not Christian. Christian likes Daddy, you know him, he likes you too. Another boss, Helmut, does not like people like me, like us with your Papa.”

“I don't want to be a secret, Daddy,” the little girl said, lips pouty. “I wanna go there with you. I wanna see vroom vroom cars go very fast and Daddy or Papa win.”

Max tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He never wanted his daughter to be a secret, he never wanted to pretend like he was single and straight. He never wanted to lie and shield his daughter from the real world, from making friends, going to races, but when Helmut saw how Max had behaved with Daniel when they were teammates, he threatened him that he would make Max lose his seat if it turned out he was gay, because "they don't need pussys in real men's sport". His dad wasn't much better, either. 

“Come here, baby,” Charles told Julia when he saw Max taking a deep breath and trying not to cry, “Give Daddy a bit of space.”

“Julia hurt Daddy?” she asked, lips trembling as he climbed to Charles' lap. 

“No, baby, you didn't hurt Daddy, don't cry,” Charles said, hugging the little girl to his chest, trying to soothe her. 

“It's okay, princess,” Max whispered after wiping his tears away. “Daddy will solve this, I promise.”

“Do you wanna watch a race on the tv?” Charles asked. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Julia said, nodding intensely, eyes sparkling, and a huge grin on her face. She loves watching races, and she already knows a lot of radio and commentator lines. 

“Which one would you like?”

“Your first win, Papa!”

“Good choice,” Max smiled as Charles started looking for that race on the F1 TV app. “You have good taste, princess.”

“When Papa wins next I wanna be there and cheer for him.”

You'll be there, baby. After I win this championship, you won't be a secret anymore. Our family won't be a secret anymore. 

[vro0m]

I think it’s interesting how after years and years and so many opinions on Lewis Hamilton, no one knows him AT ALL. yk how many content creators have said no Lewis isn’t going to make it past 2025, while in the same breath saying Alonso is such a beast😅 that’s why I’m a little happy about this move to Ferrari, it shocked these guys cuz they really thought they could read him through and through. He’s really truly just a racer at heart.

I just read Matt Bishop’s piece about Lewis to Ferrari thing and honestly it reminded me why he was my favorite driver. I’ve been pessimistic about this since the news broke but now I’m slowly accepting it cuz whatever happens, maybe Ferrari can never be revived💀 but Lewis is truly the Goat for even trying. No shade to Lando…or maybe a little idk💀 (I know what he meant by saying he wouldn’t want to go to Max’s home) but the resilience, the “dawg”💀 in Lewis to just say bring it on.

I was just watching his karting race and even his f1 debut his dad said he doesn’t think Lewis is ever nervous, just excited and I don’t think that’s changed even today. I’m sorry if this is going overly sappy🥲 but yk as a pessimist you kind of think overly positive people are surely putting on a façade. Surely Lewis isn’t live laugh love, #blessed to the core💀 but I think he is. A lot of people love the racing/engineering aspect of f1 but I think there’s more than just shiny cars going vroom. So yes Forza Ferarri, let’s die trying🥲🫶🏻

Anon... okay. Half of this is cute – I'm glad you're getting excited about his move to Ferrari, that's really cool for you! And then the rest I'm a bit on the fence because why is Lando catching strays 😭 just, you know, enjoy your fav, why bring others into it? And then finally, I wanna say of course none of us know him, we don't know him, yk?

[18shadesofmay]

another ask because im annoying and i love making friends and not giving them a single second to breathe but am introverted enough to keep off the DMs (unless approached first, wink wink.) :

if max verstappen wasn't such a menace to society (love him, though) which f1 driver would be taking home the chinese grand prix win? and why is it charles leclerc if ferrari wasn't an ass?

(i saw you reblog a f1 post and am currently praying to god you're interested in overpriced uncomfortable cars going vroom vroom in weird shaped circles.)

KEEP EM COMING i absoultely love this. human interaction. this is basically much needed rehearsal for real life situations.

YES i'm totally into f1. and you are too, i've observed, CRAZY good coincidence :)

alright, so whatever i'm going to say here, is going to be primarily based on what i've seen in quali and the sprint, but also i do expect the general pattern of this season to continue. at least until monaco or silverstone or spa.

as the son of a part-time f1 elitist, i must say i'm praying to all gods, even those who don't exist, that alonso performs. as a fan of the sport in general, i can't write a prediction post and not say that. the guy is still legendary. we saw that today.

that said, taking the recent and not-so-recent past into account, my expectations are different. unfortunately what i want to happen and what i think will happen are alag alag:

it's a battle for third place, basically. and THAT battle i'd love alonso to win, of course. but he's been showing signs of exhaustion in the final third of the race, and i'm not very optimistic this time round either. top performer, but i think he'll lose pace in the ultimate moments.

q3 today was that one scene in finding nemo where all the seagulls say "MINE MINE MINE MINE" for the fish except the fish is P2. gave me hope. there is chaos. there is excitement. checo will finish P2 though.

stroll was doing so well in the beginning, he was like 0.2 off of fernando at one point, iirc. of course, this isn't a podium shout but im going to keep an eye on lance, he looks exciting. impressive drive from bottas, btw. and nico. i have a soft spot for hulky.

let's address the elephant in the room, yeah? what the fuck was that from ferrari. as a self-aware ferrari fan, i'll cut this off before it turns into a rant, but i was optimistic about our chances in the sprint format. ANYWAY (youre welcome)

alonso got a 10 second penalty for his incident with sainz. if you go watch what actually happened, it's SO clearly excessive from the stewards.

okay so FINALLY, i talked a whole lot about nando and my THOUGHTS on the gp but didn't actually answer your question lmao. sorry for nerding out DAMN that's a big paragraph.

i think if max wasn't a maniac, we'd hear a lot more talk about lando. who will WIN the chinese gp if not for max? i'm sorry to be boring but honestly, checo.

the guy is consistent, no doubt about that. but the reason i say checo is (apart from the OBVIOUS monster car) his mentality and the way the season's shaping up for him. he's obviously confident, but also his greatest rival for the driver's standings, his PARTNER, is max. when you have that kind of competition, you're automatically a better you.

feel sorry for lewis.

god, i should shut up now.

[lestappenwdc]

what the hell are you blathering on about?

firstly charles' contract is not indefinite. it has an end date, they just haven't made it public.

secondly he's not the first to sign long-term with ferrari, both schumacher and raikonnen did it before him. other drivers have also signed long contracts with teams before him. verstappen's rb contract was two years longer than charles's is rumoured to be and norris himself signed a five year contract last time around.

thirdly if you think mclaren or norris were giving charles or ferrari a second thought when they made their announcement, you're an idiot, not sorry to say. norris has been with that team since he was 16 years old, he's literally grown up with them and mclaren means as much to him as ferrari does to charles.

lastly begging you to pull your head out of your backside and learn the history of this sport. mclaren's history is as illustrious as ferrari's is, even though they had a bit of a dip in the last decade. both teams have always been able to attract wdc calibre drivers to their ranks even on years when they were nowhere. in mclaren's worst years their drivers were literally two wdcs in alonso and button.

i wish so-called fans like you would go and get some air and stop posting sh*t like this and making the rest of us look as ignorant as other fanbases like to claim we are. you're exactly the kind of fan that is the problem and makes people claim charles fans are dts fans with no wheel knowledge.

First of all, calm down, take a breath, it's not that serious.

Second of all, I agree with everything you've written. Which is funny and it just means that a) you have no reading skills and completely missed the point of my post and b)you've written a hateful ask that is the definition of why tumblr is a horrible fandom space where opinions are frowned upon while simultaneously accusing me of the exact thing you are doing by sending this ask. Congratulations. Although I sincerely doubt you have enough reading skills to understand what I just wrote.

And because I love to give my 2 cents everywhere I will answer all your rants one by one. And if you are open for debate youre free to answer back. I love debate. Anyone who has shared 2 (nice) words with me on this site knows how much a looove talking and "blathering". Even when we have opposite opinions. Without further ado:

1. We don't know If Charles' contract has an end date. That's the whole point. When I said indefinite I was referring to "not defined". As in not publicly defined. Like you, I think it has one. In fact, I think the end date is 2026. Do you want a detailed explanation on why I think that? I promise it does not involve DTS it actually involves a discussion about new regulations, team business decisions and pr strategies. Of course I know other people have had long contracts with ferrari (Charles having the longest at 5 years) and of course I know other people have long contracts (did you just tell me the length of Max' contract as if im not dreading 2028 like the devil?). I was referring to contract announcements where an exact date is not given. If you had any reading skills you would get that from my post.

2. I know how much Mclaren means to Lando. I'm not disputing the importance of the contract that Lando signed. I'm not talking about his contract at all. I am talking about the announcement and the announcement only. I don't know how McLarens history in the sport has anything to do with the announcement of Landos contract please come back and enlighten me on that one so I can give you a good answer.

3. Calling me ME!!!! A person who's started watching F1 during Seb's domination era a dts fan is just laughable. I will once again tell you to take a breath. It's just cars going around in circles at the end of the Day. Vroom Vroom.

And if this is a copy pasta thank you for giving me an opportunity to yappa yappa. I love doing that.

[tracksidequeen]

Getting a little handsy in the car while Lewis/Toto/DR is driving… just being a little bratty and they just have to reciprocate

Oh honey, I certainly have some thoughts about this... (continue reading below page-break)

Handsy in the Car with:

*****

Lewis Hamilton

Oh he’d feel so powerful with one hand on the wheel and the other on the inside of your thigh. Even in the comfort of his car he had to make sure you knew you were his, as with ever minute his hand crept up a little more towards the seam of your dress. But he did it all a little too slow for your liking so you demonstrate how it’s done, so he can return the favour later on.. your hand reaches for his crotch and without hesitation you flick open the button of his cargo’s and pull down the zipper. Knowing very well how your boyfriend prefers to go commando had many perks. Apparently your rising dress and the though of what is underneath was enough as he is semi-hard and you start pumping him, both of you looking forward as if nothing was going on. But fuck he’d be going feral on the inside, desperate to ravish you as soon as he had the chance.

*****

Toto Wolff

He is the type that doesn’t like pda unless he is in control, so your hand running over his bulge and teasing his belt and your impatient bratty attitude only gets him frustrated. Exactly where you want him to be. He accepts it for a while, and you push him as far as you can, but every dominant fiber in that mans body is going crazy. With the snip of a finger he swats your hand away so that he can work his magic under you dress. Teasing you, playing with you, but never letting you cum as a punishment for breaking the rules. The true brat tamer he is, he leaves you empty with agonizing desperation for his touch on your nerve ends until you learned your lesson. All the while you knew very well he’d make sure the moment you enter the house you wouldn’t be able to take two steps before getting devoured.

*****

Daniel Ricciardo

He never shies away from some teasing and touching. Physical touch being his love language he was weak for you any time, anywhere. While he was singing at the top of his lungs with the windows rolled down your hand slides down the inside of his tattooed thigh exposed under his shorts. You delicately run your fingers over the sensitive skin to see how he'd react, and with a wave of surprise tensing through his muscles he stops singing. But your words telling him to relax and to continue enjoying himself puts a broad smile on his face exposing his pearl whites, and he continues singing as your hand rubs his shaft. He’d be so proud of his baby for trying new things with him. His whole body tingles under your touch, and in a matter of seconds his semi-hard turns into a rock. With all his might he resists speeding down the highway to get home as quick as possible to properly take care of you as well.

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