#if you think i am over lewis winking at nico

[satoryuuu]

Lewis’s response about Lando’s comments: “it didn’t bother me, no.”

*taps mic* this is what I mean by lewis is no longer phased by these sort of comments because he was in the trenches during 2014-2016 and giving as good as he got from Nico. It really is an age thing.

[thatsdemko]

who’s the worst of them all? someone tell Santa Claus! - f1 grid

part two | masterlist

warning: not intended for minors + some jokes + fluff/filler part

a/n: hi hi it’s me… I’ve had this written since early November and I’m excited to share!! enjoy!!

DEAR Y/N,

have you been a good girl this year? I heard you’re looking for your stocking stuffed, I think I have just the gift. meet me at midnight for your gift!

Xx

secret Santa

you can’t read this out loud, and most definitely not to the public who will view this video later. whoever was your secret Santa, must’ve heard the rumors of your dry spell. and how pitiful was if that it wasn’t even a rumor, it was the truth.

“oh it’s just a sweet handwritten note.” you chuckle quickly flashing the note to the camera before shoving it back inside the off white envelope.

the presenter presses for more information. she asks what the letter contains and who you think it’s from, and in all honesty, it could be coming from anyone.

all the boys handwriting was not legible. it was like getting a doctors script, it could mean anything, but it was clear this individual took their time to make it perfect.

“I’ll have to find out at the Christmas dinner tonight.” you flash a wink in hopes to cover the beet red look against your cheeks.

“well have fun!”

fun… this was about to be nowhere near fun when it came down to narrowing twenty something guys to be your secret Santa.

—

starting off with Pierre. in his bachelor days, he would’ve sent you something like this, but it was always harmless jokes and he would never take it this far. with kika around his arm, you could cross him off the list of embarrassing yourself in front of.

then there’s his best friend, Charles. he always had a wobbly relationship with women, and seeing he’s alone tonight you cross the room heading his way, “you don’t happen to be my secret Santa?” your hands delicately press against his shoulders, he turns around rather quickly at your touch instantly shaking his head, “no, no, I got Pierre this year. you still don’t know yours?”

shaking your head in response, you eye the room from where you stand. the bar had begun to fill with drivers and team members rather quickly. the air was colder now, but the heat from inside was welcoming to those dressed in bare minimum, like yourself. Charles hand against your lower back was like a radiator, the heat spread through your system faster than the log fire going on, “I’m sure you’ll find him.” Charles promises, “but for now, can I get you a drink?”

“please.”

—

the nights gone smoothly and so far you can cross off valterri, Logan, Kevin, and Nico. you’re questioning yuki, Daniel, Lewis, and lando due to their abilities to dodge the questions.

George outright told you it wasn’t him after hearing you’d spun yourself in circles to find anyone new to question. Logan had confessed to having brought up the idea, but refused to give any further information.

and then there was Carlos.

the man who’d been under your nose this whole evening. with his bow tie crooked, and the clock ticking closer to midnight, you meander your way over to where he stands.

“I’m not who you’re looking for, hermosa.”

“and who am I looking for exactly?”

his eyes flicker from the clock, the television highlighting the Real Madrid game, and back over to you, “I’d never send such a cryptic message.” he maneuvers his body to face yours, “I know how to ask for what I want.”

“and what is it that you want?” you press your body closer in to the smooth wood bar top. your mind is spinning, your heart is hammering it’s way out of your chest, and Carlos is inching closer.

“for you to leave me alone.”

“you’re no fun, sainz.” you pout your bottom lip out and spin on your heels to find your body pressed into lando’s.

“you find him yet?” landos cheeky grin makes him look like a Cheshire Cat. ever since he read the note he’d been eager to place the pin on the man and root for your dry spell to end.

for now, it’s ten minutes to midnight and the place was emptying. the alcohol buzzed around the room and the chatter begun to die, it’s ironic how it was a little bit like your heart: buzzing to find the guy, but ready to die at the sight of him.

“I’m sure it’s all just a prank and I’ll have Logan to blame for it.”

“miss,” the bartenders tap against your shoulder makes you spin away from landos chest, “this is for you.”

DEAR Y/N,

giving up? never thought of you as a quitter.

xx

yours

grinding your teeth together you press the napkin into your palm until the ink smudges. you’re no quitter, but if the man with no balls doesn’t show up soon, you’ll leave here ready to slam your car into someone else’s.

“I’m going to head out, you’ll be okay to walk out alone?”

lando’s worries snap your thoughts from the napkin that’s disintegrating into your hands. his touch is soft against your bare shoulder, making your body two degrees warmer than the room, “I’ll be fine, you go home and have a good Christmas.”

“you too, and if you don’t find him—“

“yes, I know, you’ll key his car.”

rolling your eyes, you playfully shove the Brit off into the cold, leaving you and the cleaning crew in silence.

you never noticed how trashed the bar was. in its glory days, you can tell the red thick carpet and white trim around the bar gave the place a holiday feel. and by the old pictures scattered around the walls, the formula one boys had a riot in this place. people from Michael Schumacher all the way down to young Fernando Alonso, the place seemed to always be the home of f1.

looking down at the disintegrated napkin in your hand, and quickly looking up at the clock, midnight had just struck. if he wasn’t here by 12:01 you were a goner. you hated people who wasted your time, you’d much rather be at home or maybe in lando’s warm McLaren buzzing from the alcohol and the warm leather seats.

turning on your heel, he’d just arrived. he’s shaking the snow off his bulky black jacket, shimmering out of the sleeves. a man comes and retrieves it from his grasp, and in typical fashion, he thanks him.

“you thought I wouldn’t come?”

“I hate when people are late.”

“good thing I’m not late then,” he says with a soft smile approaching where you stand at the bar, with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. he leans forward, inching his mouth over your ear, “I’m right on time.”

a/n: take your guesses on who you think it is!! the big reveal happens Christmas Day!

tags: @oconso @xcicix @imsorare @weasleyswizardwheezes-blog @monzabee @lpab @frreyaa @motorsp0rt @lovelytsunoda @smoothopz z @jaehyunluvcult @iloveyou3000morgan @lunnnix @leclerc13 @goldenalbon

[f1-incorrect-s]

Arrival to the camping part 5/?

*twitch quartet sitting in the grass*

Lando: So I guess a lot will change, right?

George: What will?

Lando: Well, with Daniel, Seb, Mick and Latifi not being on the grid next season

Charles: Oh my gosh, I hadn’t even thought about that

George: *muttering* expectable when you aren’t used to

Alex: *Whipping George behind the head*

George: AUCH what the hell Alex

Alex: Shut up George, but Lando haven’t you heard Seb this morning?

Charles: I think, *side-eyeing George* that we were still hungover

Alex: Ugh, lightweights you are, anyway Seb told us this morning that not a lot is going to change

*Earlier this day*

Seb: So, as you guys know, i’m retired as a driver

*booing fill the room*

Seb: BUT. . . BUT . . , IF YOU GUYS COULD LET ME SPEAK, PLEASE?!

Lewis: *Claps his hands 3 times* GUYS

Seb: Thank you Lew, anyway what i wanted to say is that you won’t get rid of me this easily. I just spoke with Checo, Lewis, Fernando and Kevin, and we think it would be responsible to leave you guys with them.

Checo: Not really how we worded it

Kevin: Yeah it was more like

Fernando: *Imitating Seb* Wheep wheep i can’t live without those pain in the asses, as annoying they are they are like my children, wheep wheep.

Seb: EY i didn’t say they were pain in the asses

Max: So what, we’re annoying?

Alex: Well. . . I think we can’t disagree on that point to be fair…

Lewis: Guys, please let this man finish his story, the vein on his forehead is about to pop

Seb: As I was telling you guys, before I was interrupted, is that I am staying on the camping. Also whether Mick, Daniel and Nicky are staying is up to them. . . *looking at the 3 of them*

Daniel: I’d like to stay honestly, i think we’re going to have a blast and since i’m going to be a Red Bull reserve driver i’m still going to be on the grid

Nicky: Euhmm, I think I’m going home to my girlfriend. Although I think being here with you guys would be awesome, I'm afraid that my homesickness has already surfaced and euhmmm, going home is the right choice.

Mick: I’d really love to stay if you guys are okay with me doing so! I love it with you guys and, just like Daniel, I’ll also be on the grid as a Mercedes reserve driver.

Seb: I think I can speak for the whole grid to say that we love to have you continue staying here Daniel and Mick! And Nicky, we’re going to miss you. You’ve been incredible to have by our sides and you’re always welcome to visit us!

Max: What about the newbies?

Lewis: That was another thing we talked about, we suggest we take a vote on inviting them to also stay here?

Zhou: Seems solid

Seb: Who is not in favor of letting Logan, Oscar, Nyck and Nico stay here?

*nobody says anything*

Seb: Then it’s decided! I’ll text them and invite them.

*Back to the grass and the twitch quartet*

Lando: Well, that is a big relief, we definitely won’t survive without Seb

Charles: What about Daniel, Max would be so disappointed if he would leave

George: And it would just be a real shame if Mick wouldn’t be here, he is just so full of positive energy

Alex: I wonder if Logan, Oscar, Nyck and Nico would accept the invitation!

*Max, Pierre, Yuki and Guanyu we’re taking a walk over the camping when they saw the quartet sitting in the grass and sat down with them*

Lando: Has Seb heard back from them yet?

Max: Yeah, they accepted!

Yuki: This is going to be awesome! I won’t be the youngest anymore!!

Pierre: Awww, but you’re still going to be the shortest Yuki-san

Yuki: *growling*

Guanyu: Did you just. . . Growl!?!

George: How adorable!

Charles: Like a little puppy!!

Yuki: I so don’t like you guys. . . right now

Max: Deal with it, you’re not getting rid of us

Pierre: Yeah, suck my balls honey *wink*

[luisjuanmilton]

Jenson/Dan prompt 6 pleaseeee Ana 💖

I’d never written this pairing before but I had a lot of fun, hope you like it Maisie! 🤍

Jenson Button/Daniel Ricciardo x “chasing someone’s lips after they pull away”

Send me a prompt and a pairing if you want :)

“Well hello Daniel, congratulations on your podium!” Jenson greeted with a smile as the Renault driver stepped into the media pen, the younger Dan seemingly still vibrating with excitement and adrenaline.

It was at moments like this that made Jenson curse the fact that they had decided to keep their relationship a secret from the public, since he really wanted nothing more than to take his boyfriend into his arms and give him the biggest hug in existence.

He knew better than most how hard Daniel worked, and to see his efforts pay off filled him with more pride than he could ever even begin to express.

“Thank you very much babe” Dan winked, only realizing his slip up after Jenson’s eyes widened minutely. He wasn’t overly worried about it though, since he knew most people would just blow it off as his usual flirty demeanor.

And Jenson recovered quickly enough, slipping back into what Dan referred to as his “journalist persona”.

The Brit asked him a couple of questions about things that had happened during the race, Daniel more than happy to answer all of them, always genuinely enjoying it whenever he had the chance to get interviewed by his boyfriend.

“So, tell us how you’re feeling about the result, it’s been a while since you’ve been up on that podium”

Daniel nodded in agreement “Well obviously the team and I always hope for the best result, and this time we actually got it so of course I’m elated at being back up there – as you said, it’s been a while”

“I’m sure they’re all very proud of you back at the Renault garage”

He nodded once again before pausing, his smile turning a little wicked as he got what he thought was a brilliant idea.

“Are you proud of me Jenson?” Dan asked, in a seemingly innocent voice that Jenson could see right through.

The Brit instantly looked cautious, his blue eyes flashing in warning as he saw the way Daniel was batting his eyelashes up at him.

Dan knew that Jenson knew his question was anything but innocent, but the older man still smiled neutrally before answering in a joking tone “I am very proud of you Daniel”

“Are you gonna give me a reward then?”

Jenson’s eyes flashed once again, only that now it wasn’t in warning but in thinly veiled arousal. The older man subconsciously licked his lips at the way Daniel was looking at him, and the Aussie’s smirk grew even larger.

“I’ll give you anything you want” he answered, his voice having gotten about five octaves deeper than usual.

A thrill of anticipation ran through Daniel’s spine at that, and he would’ve continued with the innuendos if Aurelie hadn’t caught his eye right at that moment, leveling him with a murderous glare that he was all too familiar with.

He quickly wrapped up the interview after that, knowing that his dear PR manager wasn’t above physically dragging him away from his chair whenever one of his interviews got too out of hand (it had happened before).

Dan still felt very pleased at himself with the way Jenson’s darkened eyes followed him as he made his way back to the Renault motorhome, and he made sure to sway his hips more than what was strictly necessary.

As soon as he got into his driver’s room he got out of his suit and took a quick shower, changing into some basic team gear before heading back out with every intention of finding Jenson and making him follow through with his promise.

He was so lost in the thoughts of what Jenson would do to him that he didn’t even notice someone was walking behind him until he was very suddenly pushed into the gap between two trailers, a startled yelp leaving his mouth as he found himself pressed against a cold metal surface.

He could barely catch a glimpse of very familiar blue eyes before Jenson’s mouth descended on his own, Dan instantly letting out a pleased groan as he was pressed harder against the trailer.

Jenson’s hands were gripping his waist so tightly that he was sure his skin would bruise, and he absolutely loved it.

Dan had to very nearly stand up on his tiptoes to make up for their height difference, but he was nothing if not an expert on the art of kissing Jenson Button.

Jenson’s hands were big enough to comfortably wrap around Daniel’s small waist, and he made good use of it by using them to lift the younger man up so he could tangle his legs around his waist.

As it always happened, Dan felt his mind go completely blank as Jenson expertly licked into his mouth. He would never get the people who complained about their relationships getting boring over time, since he thought that his own relationship with Jenson only kept getting better and better.

After spending so much time together they knew the other forwards and backwards, both of them as familiar with the other’s body as with the back of their hands.

Jenson knew that Daniel would turn to putty in his hands if he even lightly tugged at his hair, and Dan knew that Jenson had a thing for how he would dig his nails into his shoulders as he got lost in their kisses.

Right now, Daniel felt as though every single nerve in his body had received an electric shock, and he really thought that it was amazing how the Brit still managed to have a such an effect on him.

Which was why, when Jenson pulled back slightly, Daniel instantly chased after his lips, a whine leaving his throat at the loss of contact.

Jenson chuckled, loving the way it took Dan a few seconds to blink his eyes open, a dazed look plastered all over his face.

“You’re an absolute tease, you know that right?” Jenson murmured, squeezing Daniel’s bum playfully.

Daniel grinded his hips against Jenson’s as a response, a little smirk playing on his lips at the moan that left the other man’s lips “I do know that, thank you very much”

“Have you decided what you want as a reward?” Jenson leaned forward, pressing hot kisses up Daniel’s jaw.

He hummed thoughtfully “I might have a few things in mind”

With that Daniel reconnected their lips, goosebumps erupting all over his skin as Jenson slipped one hand under his shirt to run his fingers over his toned abdomen.

He would never get used to how Jenson could hold him up with a single arm, and no matter how many times he’d done it before he still felt arousal pooling in his stomach whenever it happened.

Daniel brought his hands up to tangle in Jenson’s blonde hair, lightly dragging his nails across his scalp and getting a filthy moan out of his boyfriend.

“Jesus Christ, get a fucking room!”

The two separated just enough to snap their heads towards the direction of the voice, and had to stifle a laugh as they saw Lewis quickly backing away from them with a hand pressed over his eyes.

“Payback’s a bitch!” Jenson called after him, thinking about all the times he had walked in on him and Nico when they were still teammates at McLaren.

“I think Lewis might be on to something though” Daniel teased, and Jenson pressed a quick kiss to his lips before gently placing him back down on the floor.

“Lead the way babe”