#it would only work if he won australia i think

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Won us the World Cup

Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

summary~ Leah couldn’t attend the World Cup so you had to take the Williamson name to the tournament. When you arrive in Australia and get roomed with Russo you thought you were just unlucky. Rooming with the blonde wouldn’t be a problem if there were two beds instead of one.

!warnings! smut

Being Leah’s younger sister, you were destined to be a footballer. You wanted nothing more than to follow in your sisters footsteps, carrying the Williamson legacy further. Leah did her thing as a defender and the captain of England. You did your thing as a midfielder and Captain of the Under 23 of England.

You got scouted when you were about twelve when Arsenal found out that there were two Williamson’s. Arsenal had been your dream club, hearing Leah talk about the staff and team only made you want to work harder to get where she got.

When you finally got to play for the senior team you were so nervous. How could you ever meet the standards your sister set. Leah always said that you shouldn’t compare, her being a defender and you being a midfielder plus you were years younger.

It was an away game, Manchester United against Arsenal at Leigh Sports Village. Playing against United was always hard. Their defence was good and the Toone x Russo link-up was golden.

Jonas wanted to try something different, he was sure it would work since Beth, Viv and Kim were out for the season. He wanted Leah as a central midfielder. It wasn’t necessarily a bad decision, it was just a bit odd. Leah had always played as a defender but this was an attacking game.

You knew you couldn’t expect much. There was even a chance that you wouldn’t make your debut today but that was okay if it meant that you could get those three points.

The warming up went smoothly. You were doing passing exercises with Leah, who was talking you through the game. It helped with your nerves. It had always been like this, you didn’t really like to talk before games so you opted to listen to your sister and the tactics. Even when you were away for the England games you would call her before a game. She gave you a peptalk and ended with ‘i know you can do it y/n, you’re a Williamson, we thrive under pressure’ like she always did.

The game started and you had a bad feeling. Normally the stress and anxiety would fade away once the game had started but this time it kept blooming in your stomach.

It was the fifteenth minute when Leah fell onto the ground, screaming in pain and her clenched fist hit the ground. She was holding her leg with her other hand. The medics ran their way onto the field.

She wasn’t getting up and that’s when you knew it was bad, Leah always got up. Jonas was yelling at you to warm up and get ready to take Leah’s place.

This isn’t how you wanted to make your debut. You wanted to play with tour sister, not instead of.

Leah limped off the field with assistance of the medics. You could only stare at her with glassy eyes. She placed her hand on your shoulder and whispered “Go do you and impress everyone.”.

You jogged onto the field, taking the central midfielder place.

The game was rough and physical. They really wanted to win and you could feel that. There was a certain blonde striker who was making the game very difficult for you. In the extra time of the first half she even managed to score a goal for the home side.

The second half was even more physical than the first. The yellow cards were flying like the referee was Rebecca Welch, probably a Rebecca wanna be.

When the fulltime whistle blew you didn’t think of the loss, the only thought was Leah. Leah who was seriously injured. Leah who was crying when she limped off the field.

You ran towards the changing room but stopped when the United striker grabbed you by your shirt. You looked at her with a confused expression on your face, why wasn’t she saying anything. “What do you want? I need to get to Leah.” you told her, sounding a bit more annoyed than you intended to. “Uh yeah sorry, i just wanted to say that you played good.. Can you send my best wishes to Leah please?” she frowned.

You nodded and ran to find Leah. When you walked into the physio room she was laying on the bed. With puffy eyes and red cheeks she gave you one of her sad upside down smiles. You knew what it meant, you didn’t have to ask. You saw Beth and Viv do theirs, Leah had just tore her ACL.

You laid down beside her, your head resting on her shoulder. “Leah, they won. I’m sorry.” you whispered. She took a deep breath “I know.” she replied. The both of you stayed like that for a bit before the whole team came walking in.

A few days later the doctors confirmed what you all suspected, Leah had done her ACL and would miss the World Cup.

You tried not to focus on the World cup. Viv wouldn’t play, Beth wouldn’t play and Leah wouldn’t play. Leah tried to hype you up for the whole World Cup thing saying things like ‘Maybe you’ll even get to play, then there’ll atleast be one Williamson playing’ you shrugged her off, not wanting to think about it. If you even thought about this tiny chance your hopes would get crushed.

It was when you got a call from an anonymous phone number that you got a bit confused. You didn’t really read any of the emails you got from England since you’d probably be let down. Leah asked who was calling and you shrugged. “Y/n, pick up!” she yelled from the kitchen.

You did eventually pick up and were met with the voice of Sarina Wiegman. “Hey, i’m speaking with y/n Williamson. Right?” you were too stunned to speak and looked at your sister who was holding up her phone, filming like a proud mom. “.. uhh yeah, yeah this is y/n.” you finally spoke. “Well y/n, i’ve got good news. I’ve watched you play, for Arsenal and the England Under 23’s. You’ve had quite the season. So i just wanted to let you know that you’ve been selected for the World Cup squad.” she continued.

You looked at Leah with wide eyes, she was smiling at you and reminded you to reply. “T-thanks Mrs. Wiegman.” you thanked her. She wished you a good weekend and hung up.

Leah had always been the better one with words. She was the perfect captain, she could always say just the thing you needed to hear. And she did just that while you were stuck on the couch. “Fucking hell kid, you’re going to a World Cup. I know you’re gonna do the Williamson name proud.” she hugged you.

You hadn’t cried in a long time, not even when Leah had done her ACL. You didn’t really like to show anyone when you were hurt or just emotional. But now you couldn’t help but shed a tear. The Williamson’s are still going to the World Cup.

Lotte and you arrived at St. George’s park, apparently the first ones. You didn’t really know anyone that well so o it was relieving you didn’t have to walk into a full hall. You knew that you were the youngest with your twenty years but you were not aware of the height difference between you and the other girls.

Lotte was already tall but Millie Bright was a fucking wall. It soothed you a bit when mini Jordan Nobbs came walking in, not only did you know her but she was also just a bit shorter than you.

Just when you thought everyone had arrived two other girls came walking in. Ella Toone, who you knew from her goal in the Euros and that blonde striker, Alessia Russo. The one that wanted to talk to you after that horrible game.

You didn’t hate her. You quite admire her off the field. She seems like a sweet person but that goal and that loss really kept you from liking her. Alessia had followed you right after the game so you followed her back… a few days later, just because you’re too stubborn for your own sake.

You made eye contact but broke it almost immediately, walking over to little Jordan to bully her a bit more about her height.

It wasn’t long before Georgia and Keira had found you. G came over sprinting towards you screaming like she hadn’t seen you in years. “oh my god! You’re here! Tiny Williamson getting big!” she hugged you. Keira joined the grouphug and you couldn’t help but smile up at them. You knew that Leah not being there was hard for them so you wanted to do everything to make them feel a better.

The weeks before going to Australia were perfect. You could really prove yourself at the trainings and you got to bond with the group, most of the group. You played table tennis with Hempo, Niamh and Lucy. Made tiktoks with Millie, Rach and tiktok queen Mary ofcourse. Watched movies with G, Keira, Chlo and Tooney. You thought Toone and Russo were inseparable but everytime you were talking to Ella, Alessia was nowhere to be found.

It was when you got on your flight to Australia that you interacted with the blonde. You were seated next to eachother, you didn’t really mind since you got the window seat.

Alessia walked over to her seat and saw you. She said a quick hi and sat down, putting her headphones on immediately.

You were flying for about three hours when you felt something heavy on your shoulder. Alessia fell asleep on you. You couldn’t really move now, could you. She was quite cute when she was asleep, when she was awake too but nobody needed to know that you thought that.

It wasn’t much later that you fell asleep too, on Alessia.

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You woke up to a blushing Alessia looking at her phone. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and peeked at her phonescreen. Fucking Tooney posted the two of you on her story.

Alessia didn’t want to make it awkward so she tried to make conversation. Everyone knew you weren’t really a talkative person, you liked listening and that’s what you’ve always done. But with Alessia it was different. Even though you mostly listened, the conversation was still two sided. She talked about her family, how she got into football and that game.

“I didn’t know what happened to Leah until i saw it on the news. I’m really sorry y/n but you’ll make her proud. You’re a really good player.” she told you and you just smiled at that. She was really sweet.

The rest of the twenty hours went by quickly. Alessia talked you through it and you let her listen to your music. She eventually convinced you to listen to her country music, it wasn’t for you but it made her happy so you’d listen to it with her.

When you arrived at the hotel where you’d stay for the tournament the rooms got divided. G got roomed with Kei, tiny Nobbs with big Bronze, brickwall Mills with Rach, Tooney with Mazza and you with Alessia.

You got quite on now so it wouldn’t be a problem right? The two of you carried your suitcases into your room only to realise there was only one fucking bed. Both you and the blonde stared at is for a while before one of you spoke up. “I can sleep on the couch.” you offered and tried looking for the non-existent couch. “Okay so.. there is no couch but i’ll take the floor.” you tried again.

Alessia looked at you and shook her head. “No, we’ll both be playing. Let’s just share the bed, no problem.” she told you.

Yeah, yeah.. no problem.

You got changed into your nightwear only to discover you didn’t pack your pyjamas. You didn’t think you’d need it since it was warm in Australia and at the Under 23’s you’d never had a roomie before.

So while Alessia was doing her skincare in the bathroom you got into bed, in your sportsbra and boxers.

The blue eyed women walked into the room with a silky pyjama set on. You read a book for a little while and Alessia was on her phone for a bit. She put her light out, signalling that she wanted to sleep so you did the same.

Hearing the little snores you knew she was asleep. Arms wrapped themselves around you. Alessia was a cuddly person, you knew that but you weren’t at all. You only hugged your sister from time to time and were forced into grouphugs from G, Kei and Leah.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like it atleast a bit. It was comfortable, she was comfortable. When Alessia’s legs tangled into yours you were already gone, both of you sleeping peacefully.

Alessia woke up the next morning with her arms still around you and with one leg draped over your hip. She didn’t really want to move but she had to, it would be weird if you woke up to her holding you like that.

Alessia had had a little crush on you ever since that game. Tooney saw her looking at you with lovesick eyes and knew she had to help het bestie out. She followed you on Alessia’s phone when she saw her bestfriends stalking your instagram for the third time that day.

The tall women climed out of bed and started to get ready for breakfast. You woke up minutes after her, hearing the shower running and figuring out that your roomie was taking a shower.

Walking into the dinner room everyone was already seated. You looked at your options, there was a chair free next to Alessia and one next to Lucy. You walked over to Alessia and sat down. Tooney was telling everyone about her next YouTube video.

The next week flew by. You’d walked with Alessia, went out for a coffee with Alessia and shopped with …Alessia. You did pretty much everything with Alessia. You had asked her if Tooney minded that you were spending so much time with her but she said that Tooney had had enough time with her so it didn’t bother her.

It was the day before your first game. Alessia and you walked hand in and, wandering on the beach. You knew you weren’t going to play, Alessia was though. There was a hammock on the beach, one where the two of you would always sit after dinner and training. Both of you rested there for a bit, your head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

“I quite like it like this, i don’t want to go back to rainy London.” you told her. You could feel and hear her laugh “I like Australia better too.”. You looked up at the blue eyed girl and spoke again “Alessia, you’re really nice you know… And quite comfortable too.”. She looked you in the eyes and kissed you on your lips.

Alessia didn’t know where all this confidence came from but she was happy she did because you kissed her back. When she took her lips off yours she whispered “Hmm, thank you baby.” you smiled up at her with lovesick eyes. She knew you could put up this though girl act around others but you secretly liked to be the little spoon and be called all those cheesy nicknames she gave you.

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The two of you went to sleep like you did every night ever since the first one, cuddled up close to eachother.

You woke up the next morning with Alessia by your side. You had breakfast, went on a little walk and drove to the stadium.

The game went alright, a 1-0 win over Haiti.

The second game had the same outcome, against Denmark.

The third game went a lot better, Alessia scored the first goal in the 4th minute. Even though you hadn’t won yet it certainly felt like it. Your gir- best- friend? had just scored her debut World Cup goal.

Alessia walked off the pitch at halftime and you sprung on her. “Lessi you scored! You scored!” you yelled and she let out one of her adorable giggles. You got off her back and she gave you one of her amazing hugs.

The whole team was staring but that didn’t really matter, right?

When you got to your hotel again you kissed her, hard. She was a bit surprised but leaned in to kiss you back. When it got hard to breath you pulled away. Alessia looked at you like she was starved and started pulling your top off.

She looked so hot. Her hair was wet and in a bun and she was stood before you in only a sports bra and shorts. “Hmm, like the view baby?” she teased.

You kissed her again and she started unclipping your bra. The blonde kissed down your neck and let your bra fall to the floor. You couldn’t hold your moans in anymore when she started biting down your neck, leaving bruises everywhere. “Fuck Lessi, more please.” you begged her.

“Yeah, tell me what you want pretty girl.” she ordered lifting you up by your ass, one leg on either side of her hips. “Want you please.” you whimpered.

Alessia laid you down on your shared bed and took your shorts and boxers down in one motion. She looked up at you, her eyes a little darker now. Kissing down your stomach she ended just above your pussy. She ran her finger through your pussy and smirked. “So wet for me hmm. Such a good girl.” she took her finger into her mouth and moaned at your taste.

“Fuck Alessia, please.” you cried. Taking her finger out of her mouth she started licking your pussy. You whined when she stoped for a bit and you could feel her smirk. She teased you a bit more before sliding a finger in. “Look at you, taking it like a champ baby” she praised you. If she didn’t already know you had a praise kink she definitely did now.

She climbed on top of you again, kissing you and biting down your lip. You gasped in surprise and she took that chance to slide her tongue in. She put another finger in your pussy “Baby, you’re so fucking tight for me.” she whispered against your lips.

She pumped her fingers harder and harder, you felt yourself nearing the edge. “Lessi- Lessi i’m gonna cum.” you screamed. “That’s not how you ask. You’re a good girl, try again.” she frowned. “Please- Alessia please make me cum” you corrected.

She smirked and watched as you came. You’ve never seen her look so arrogant in your life. With a smug smile she spoke again “You enjoyed that baby?”. You rolled you eyes at her and was about to kiss her again when someone knocked at the door.

“We’re about to bake some cookies, see you in ten love birds!” Tooney yelled. You couldn’t help but blush at that, love birds. You knew you were in love, but was she? You’ve just fucked, she just gave you the best orgasm of your life so are you just fuck buddies or…

You got in your head again and Alessia kissed you out of it. “Hmm what’re you thinkin’ about pretty girl?” she asked you. “I don’t know, just zooming out i guess.” you lied.

Alessia knew you lied but she also knew that pressuring you into telling her wouldn’t work so she let it be “ ‘kay you can tell me everything you know that right.”. You hugged her and went into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable and… more suitable. You fixed your hair and made sure no sign of sex could be seen.

You did a good job, you thought, until you walked into the big kitchen and went over to Georgia who looked at your neck and back to your eyes. “Y/n, is that a hickey!” she screamed. You pulled your hood up and shook your head no. “Georgia, why’d you have to yell that man” you scolded her. Keira came walking over and took your hood off. “Oh my god, who gave you this hick- all these hickeys.” they started to inspect your whole neck.

You looked around only to find Alessia giggling with Tooney and sending you an evil wink across the room.

After the duo was done inspecting the damage you walked over to Alessia. “Why didn’t you warn me!” you whisper yelled. “It’s more fun this way babe.” she argued. You rolled your eyes and she started tickling you.

The evening ended with some good cookies and you even managed to watch a marvel movie without Tooney asking questions every minute.

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Before you knew it England were in the World Cup Final. Lauren James and Ella Toone had both gotten a second yellow card in the game before so they couldn’t play the final. You knew how terrible Ella felt about it, Alessia told you how she felt like she disappointed everyone.

Even though this wasn’t good news it did mean that you had to start. You got to make your World Cup debut.

You were in the changing room when Leah called. “Leah i feel sick” you told her. “I’m gonna start Leah.” you said panicking. Leah had never heard you so stressed about a game. “Y/n, you’re gonna do good, just be yourself.” she told you.

“Listen, i just wanna tell you now okay. I’m dating Alessia, well i think we’re dating. I don’t actually know. She’s really nice and she’s beautiful and i think i love her. She even kissed me but i don’t know how to ask her.” you rambled to your sister. “Oh my god. Y/n this is really not the perfect timing. Tell her about how you feel after the game, i’m happy for you. I know you can do it y/n, you’re a Williamson, we thrive under pressure. Go on and bring it home.” she spoke. “I love you” you whispered and hung up.

The game was about to begin. There were a lot of Spain fans but even more England fans. This was it. This was the big final.

The whistle blew and the game started. The first half was intense. A few Spanish player had gotten a yellow. Mary had to really fight to keep a clean sheet but she did it.

The second half was pure pressure. There were dangerous tackles and unfair challenges but the referee didn’t give anyone an advantage.

It was the 88th minute when Keira made a good tackle and took the ball away from the opponent. She passed the ball onto Georgia who dribbled past two players on the left side of the field. You were free and Keira saw the opportunity to pass to you. The ball landed at your feet, you only had to get the ball to Alessia who had a perfect position in front of the goal. You gave her a through ball and she shot straight into the top bins.

You were fucking winning in the 90th minute of the World Cup final.

You looked around the field searching for someone to run to when you saw Alessia sprinting towards you. She picked you up “I fucking love you y/n!” she yelled. Before you could register what she had just confessed the whole team sprung on the both of you.

But the game wasn’t over yet. You still had to play five minutes of extra time. Spain made it hard, you had to foul a player in order to keep it 0-1.

When the final whistle blew you dropped to your knees. Alessia scored the winning goal and you assisted her. This couldn’t be real.

Alessia was searching for you. Tooney saw her looking around and hugged her “Go and get your girl Lessi.” she whispered and pointed towards you. Alessia gave her bestfriend a quick smile and made her way towards you.

“So pretty girl, made the winning assist huh.” you heard her say. You took you hands off you eyes and looked up at her. She was beaming down at you like you were the World Cup trophy yourself. Alessia took your hands in hers and pulled you in for a hug and a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked. Alessia didn’t answer. “I mean with the ‘i love you’ thing?” you clarified. You felt her chuckle “Yeah i meant it. I really love you babe, even more now that you’ve won us the World Cup.”. You knew that you hadn’t exactly won England the World Cup, the whole team did but it still felt special when she said it.

“I love you too Lessi.” you mumbled.

“Y/n.. i’m moving to Arsenal.” you heard her say. Speechless you hugged her harder. Both of you walked towards the stands, where your family was, where Leah was.

Alessia still had your hand in hers. You were looking for your sister when Alessia asked you something. “You wanna be my girlfriend?” she asked like it was the most normal question. “Uhh yeah Lessi, i’d love too actually yeah” you rambled.

You walked over to your sister who saw everything. “So, how’d it go?” Leah asked. “Well, don’t know if you’ve noticed but we won the World Cup.” you joked. Leah rolled her eyes “Yeah i can see that. I mean how did the Alessia thing go?”. You smiled from ear to ear “You mean my girlfriend who’s coming to Arsenal after the summer?”.

You spent the entire summer with Alessia by your side. You met her family and she met yours. It was quite perfect, she was perfect.

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post World Cup haze

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leahwilliamsonn little sis is getting big

↳ y/nwilliamson Leah i’m 20

ellatoone cheesy 🧀

alessiarusso my pretty girl

stanwaygeorgia got those hickeys from someone

↳ leahwilliamsonn what hickeys??!!

woso4evr wait who’s next to her on those pics?

lessitoone11 is that Alessia on the second photo

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won us the World Cup

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leahwilliamsonn i still need to have a talk with you

↳ keirawalsh me too

↳ stanwaygeorgia me three

↳ y/nwilliamson oh my god

ellatoone third wheeling

↳ alessiarusso99 i’ve been third wheeling with you and joe for a while now

ellieroebuck_ cute ❤️

williamsons88 THAT’S Y/N

When Arsenal had officially announced the signing of Alessia you were happy. You’d spoken to Alessia about moving in and decided that that was the best thing for the two of you right now. Alessia was excited but nervous about the reactions to her transfer but it didn’t really matter anymore because it was the best decision, being with you.

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she’s here and she’s a gunner.

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A/N i wrote this fic in like 4 hours straight so i don’t know what to think of it but it’s definitely my longest fic yet. Alessia is so so gorgeous in the first pic. Also if you have any music recs send them in because i’m getting tired of listening to my playlists for hours while writing.

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Hiyaaa! Hope you’re doing well:) i was wondering if you could be open to writing a virgin!chan oneshot where youre his best friend who he’s crushing on and he wants to lose his virginity to you? Reader could be a dom so he’s turned on by that lol but he’s also a sensitive subby boy. - anon 🦋

A/N: This is actually the first time I’ve written a sub!reader, so I hope it’s good. Thank you so much for sending in a request and I really hope you liked it, I really enjoyed writing it because it was kinda cute in the beginning, also something about the game night Chan agenda is really my favorite for some reason! Also, welcome to the anon list 🦋

WC: 2.1k (oops!)

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: idol!Chan x idol!(afab)Reader

Warnings: loss of virginity (chan), but not, protected sex (for the first time ever!?!?), blow jobs, aftercare is a must!, subby!Chan

You walked into the dorms for your and Chan’s weekly game night. It was a tradition the two of you made when you two became friends after you first debuted. Your friendship was quite spontaneous, you were walking around the music core backrooms, trying to find your manager and you ran into Chan. You both bonded over your love for anime since he saw that you had a Rukia phone case at the time. 

He eventually helped you find your manager, offered you his phone number, and told you to text him if you ever had any questions. You happily took it, not thinking much of it. The first time you texted him was three days after they won an award for their new song.

Chan was taken aback when he first got your text. He thought you were so sweet, offering to take you out to get ice cream to celebrate their win, and you happily obliged. From then on, the two of you have been stuck together like glue, or as much as you can be with your jobs. 

One thing you guys made a tradition of was doing a game night. Sometimes it would be with the other members, sometimes it would be just the two of you, it all depended. “Hey, you are finally here!” he beamed, running over and giving you a tight hug. 

“I’m only a minute late, you miss me that much?” you giggled. You both went to his room, the other members were back home for vacation, and since Chan’s family was back in Australia, and yours was back in America, you guys couldn’t visit them.

“So, what are we playing tonight?” you asked, sitting on the floor of his room. You always loved Chan’s room, the aesthetics were so nice, not to mention his bed was comfortable. Sometimes you would sleep over, or just take a nap while he worked. You never understood why he worked himself to the bone, but you knew he wanted to express his emotions through his music, and you were never one to stop him.

“I was thinking, Felix got me this game thinking it would be fun,” he said, pulling out a box of Jenga from his stack of board games. 

“Wow, Jenga, so original” you rolled your eyes. “It’s not your typical Jenga, it has truth or dare questions”

“Wait, that will be fun, I wanna know all of your secrets Channie,” you said pinching his cheeks. Sure he was older than you, but you loved treating him like he was a baby, it was fun seeing him all flustered.

“Do you want to set it up while I bring us some snacks?” He asked, putting the box on the floor and standing up. “Yeah sure, do you guys still have my favorite chips?” you asked, he simply nodded, heading out of the room as you took the pieces out of the box, stacking them up.

He came back in, holding two bottles of water as well as a bowl of chips. He popped one in his mouth, sitting on the floor facing you. “Okay, you start” you grinned, taking the chip that was in his mouth and eating it. 

“Yeah yeah, just don’t cry when you lose” he grinned. You just glared at him, there was no way in hell you would lose. 

“What is the most embarrassing moment you’ve had in front of others?” you read out loud, it was your turn and you had yet to lose. “Ummm, I think it’s the time I was changing into an outfit for one of our performances, we don’t know what happened, but I guess my boobs were too big or something because the shirt ripped as soon as I put it on, and it wasn’t like I gained weight or anything because it was loose at the stomach.” 

You started laughing at yourself, reminiscing the way your stylist and you were both in shock. What you didn’t see was the blush on Chan’s cheeks and how his ears got a bit red, thinking of how you looked without your shirt on. 

Before he could imagine it more, he coughed, taking out another block. “Where is the craziest place you’ve had sex?” you said, looking over the stack to read out the block. 

Chan’s voice became an octave higher “How can they ask such a question?” he asked, a bit bewildered. “Come on Channie, you have to answer it!” 

“I can’t” 

“Why not?” you whined, wanting to know

“I’ve never done it” 

“What!” you screamed out loud. Chan just covered his face embarrassed, he didn’t need you to think he was a virgin. “I mean there is nothing wrong with it, but that’s so crazy to me. Like you are obviously a really attractive dude, with a great personality, and you have a great body and smile” you kept rambling on, causing him to blush even more.

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked, a bit perplexed. “Yeah, of course, I mean have you looked at yourself in a mirror? Like you are one of the most attractive dudes I’ve ever met.”

“Can I ask why though?” 

“I just came here at a young age, as you know, and I just didn’t find anyone to have sex with” he shrugged, calming down from his previous state of embarrassment. He took a swig of his water as you asked him a question.

“Oh, do you want to have sex with me?” you asked nonchalantly. Chan choked on the water unsure of where your ask was going. “WHAT!” he shouted, not trying to hold back his surprise. “I mean, only if you feel comfortable, I just don’t think you want to die a virgin” you shrugged, taking a sip of your own water. 

“Okay, yeah” he whispered. It was at that moment, the atmosphere changed. The air around you had become more sultry as you climbed into his lap, knocking down the Jenga tower in the process. “Oops, guess you were right, I did lose” 

Before he could even reply, you captured his lips in a kiss. He groaned in your mouth as you began to slowly grind your hips into his. “Why don’t I take you to the bed?” you asked, pulling by his collar. 

He just moaned as his back hit the bed, you began to straddle him, your knees around his hips as you rubbed your clothed pussy on top of his covered cock. “Be a good boy and take off your shirt” you said, kissing his lips again. 

He groaned again as he removed his shirt showing off his abs. “Fuck” you groaned, running your finger on them. “I should have asked to do this sooner” 

He just whimpered underneath you, feeling overstimulated. It had been weeks since he touched himself. He had never felt this way, he couldn’t fathom what was happening. The feeling of your pussy rubbing on his cock was getting to be too much. “Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in my pants” he moaned out loud. 

“Aww baby” you brought your hand to his face, “maybe I want you to.” You grinned, getting off of him and taking off your shirt and the shorts you were wearing. His cheeks blushed red as he saw you in your underwear and bra. The accentuated every single curve and mark on your body and he loved it. 

“Be a good boy and lift your hips for me” he simply nodded, allowing you to take off his shorts and boxers. His cock slapped his stomach, the red tip already covered in his pre-cum. He moaned feeling the cool air hitting it. “Wow, you are so big, can’t wait to suck on it” 

Chan’s eyes opened in suprise as you took his cock in your hands, slowly sucking at the lip, given it kitten licks “Fuck feels so good” he whined beneath you. You ignored him, going back to sucking cock. 

You needed to stimulate yourself as well, so as you kept sucking his cock, you took one of your hands, removing your underwear, and began figering yourself. You continued to suck, adding a finger in at a time, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take his thick cock without stretching yourself out. 

He looked down at you, moaning at the sight of you fingering yourself as you continued to take him down your throat. The moans eliciting from his mouth made you wetter, moaning on his cock as your fingers were thrusting faster inside of yourself. 

You began to take him deeper, your nose beginning to hit his pubic bone as you bobbed your head up and down. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, and his moans were getting louder. “Fuck feels so good, omg, I think I’m going to cum” 

Just before he was going to cum, you took your mouth off his cock with a pop. He whined at the loss of your mouth on his cock. “Please, I was going to cum, why would you do that” 

Tears began to form as he felt bottled up, barely being able to take it anymore. “Oh baby boy, don’t cry” you said, wiping the tears off his face. “Just wanna make you cum in my pussy, is that okay?” 

He nodded, feeling eager to feel your wet cunt on him. “Baby, do you have a condom” you asked, kissing his lips once again. He nodded, pointing to his dresser, “The second drawer, Han bought me a box as a joke, never thought they would come in use” 

“Well tell Han thank you, now go rest your back on the headboard, I want to ride you” He simply nodded, sitting up and pushing his back onto the board, allowing you full access to him. 

“You are so beautiful, I’m so excited to have your cock inside of me” you giggled, rolling the condom onto his dick. He moaned at the sight of your small hands wrapping around his throbbing cock. “Fuck” he groaned out loud, causing you to giggle again. 

You rested your knees on both sides of his thighs, running his cock in between your slit, allowing your wetness to cover it. Before he could even think, you slammed the entirety of his cock inside of you, moaning at how well he fills you up.

“Oh my god” you moaned out loud, his cock already hitting that one spot inside of you “it’s like your cock was made for my pussy, I don’t think I’m ever going to let you go”

You kissed his lips again, moaning as you began to move up and down on his dick. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, it’s clenching me, I don’t think I can last long” he moaned again, feeling your walls clenching him. It was all becoming too much.

You knew he was close, but you were too, the thought of corrupting Chan was took much for you. You began to move faster on his dick. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, please let me cum” he moaned.

“Don’t you want to be a good baby and let me cum, or are you selfish?” you asked, not stopping your pace. “Rub my clit baby” you said, gliding his fingers down to it, and showing him what pace you wanted it at. You moaned feeling his thick fingers rubbing it as you continued to move on his long cock. 

“No, want to be a good boy, want to be such a good boy for you” he moaned again. That was all you needed to cum, your walls spasaming around his dick, your pace didn’t falter, wanting to ride out your high and cause him to cum too “Please let me cum, please I’ve been such a good boy” 

“You have haven’t you? Cum baby, cum in my pussy” that was all he needed, you rode out the both of your highs.

As you came down, you rested your head into his chest, feeling over-exerted. “I hope that was a good first time, sorry if I was too rough” you said, kissing his lips again. 

“If you want me to go, I totally can” before you even said anything else, he kissed you this time. 

“You aren’t going anywhere, you are mine now. We are going to go take a bath and eat whatever you want” You looked at him puzzled, "Was my crush on you not obvious???" You just giggled, "I don't think it was, maybe I need another kiss to reassure me"

He placed another kiss on your lips, this time it was soft and sensual and not lustful like before. He picked you off the bed, took you to the bathroom, and filled up the bathtub with hot water and bubbles. 

After it was filled, you both sat in, your back pressed against his chest as he massaged your shoulders. He kissed your shoulder, whispering in your ear “Thank you for the best first time ever, but for this second time, do you think you can be my good girl?”  

[viennakarma]

hear me out... ending 3: secrets

she just doesn't tell him, publicise their divorce, she's disappeared off the face of the earth basically, she keeps the baby, it's a boy, looks just like him but they just never see each other again. Lewis is upset, can't cope, just keeps partying, drinking during off season, or just gym gym gym not even socialising as much, fashion declines like no longer going for all the cool different clothes and just comes in trousers and merc top.

But how does he find out? when?

Maybe she's just out living a normal life now but an old fan recognises her, she's with her brother and son, maybe they don't recognise the brother and they think she's got a new man and kid, she always wanted a kid and Lewis was never ready wanting to wait. maybe that photo gets released so lewis finds out that way. loads of rumours on twitter. maybe not directly, someone else could bring it up. Jealous then realises. He tries to contact her, doesnt work, blocked on everything. He remembers where her parents house is and visits them, eventually meets yn and their son. Then co-parenting. But like no friendly friendly just civil. She has the son, Lewis has him on free weeks. She does eventually move up cuz when her son is with lewis, she has free time for dates. Just a regular guy tho and it's all great and eventually lewis also tries moving on but like fr this time. so like eventually yn and her new bf move in together, live a happy faithful life and have another kid. while lewis maybe has just won his 8th (or 9th depending on time line) but it's not what he dreamed of, not having yn to celebrate with. But he's got his now long term gf and he proposes.

so basically to summarise, she is alone, single mom, gets exposed, Lewis finds her, civil co-parenting, yn gets a bf happy life, Lewis eventually gets a gf, happy without each other

This is a little blurb on how I imagine a third ending of Say Something would go:

You leave, right after finding out about the pregnancy, maybe somewhere far from England and Monaco. Lewis doesn’t deserve to reap what you saw after ruining your future. He doesn’t deserve you or your kid or to play happy family. You move away, maybe to a farm Australia, since you’ve always wanted a quiet life anyway. Your parents and brother accept moving in with you to help with the risky pregnancy. It’s tough, you can’t do much to risk your health and the baby’s. Soon you find out it’s a boy, you’re happy something good came out of a dumpster fire that was your relationship with him. Him, because you don’t say his name anymore, trying to leave his memory behind.

You baby boy is delivered in a difficult C-section, one your brother and parents never left your side and you felt less alone, not sharing the moment with the father of your kid. The day is happy and sunny, so you name him Helio, like the sun. Like the light in your life. You realize you’ll never fully leave his memory behind, his son being his spitting image. The same hair, the same complexion, the same nose, the same shiny brown eyes and chubby baby cheeks. And you love him so much it hurts. You realize you may have lost him, but Helio was pretty much his copy.

Following your baby’s firsts is the happiest you’ve ever felt. Saying ‘mama’ for the first time, taking his first steps, playing with animals and saying his first words. You settle in a happy routine as a single mom. After the pregnancy, your parents move back to England because they couldn’t just leave their house. Your brother stay with you and your sister move in too, after finishing college.

You try not to know about him. Last you had heard was during the pregnancy, hearing about endless parties, trips and models, that had taken a toll on you, in a way you decided to stop looking. He had a life and you had a completely different one now.

Helio goes to school, eventually. Despite feeling protective, you know you can’t deprive him of a true kindergarten experience, not only for studies, but also for his formative years and to become socially active. The first year, your sister, who has a volunteering job close to his school, is the one who picks Helio up everyday. He makes friends at school and even invite them for a birthday party at the farm. It’s one of the happiest moments for him, eating cake with friends and showing them his pets.

During his second year, though, your sister get a little sick, so she can’t pick Helio from school. And you decide to go, along with your brother. It’s a hot day, so you stop by a park to eat frozen yogurt and let Helio play a little while.

That day, someone recognised you and recorded you.

That’s how Lewis finds you. The video eventually find its way to him. The post has a silly caption ‘for everyone wondering what had happened to y/n, seems like she found a new man and started a family’. Lewis scoffs because he knows the man in the video is your brother and you are thick as thieves ever since you were kids.

You’re just as pretty as ever. Maybe a little more curvy, and hair longer, but just the same, still the most beautiful woman-

But then he pauses. He zooms in the video and see the toddler running up to you. The little boy, who makes your eyes light up as you hug him, sharing what looks like ice cream or something. And from what Lewis can imagine, the boy looks 4 or 5 years old. But there’s no denying, he looks exactly like Lewis as a baby, if he put a baby picture of him beside the boy in the video, it would be the same. It was a matter of time until some of his fans put two and two together.

That’s how Lewis ends up going to your parents’ house in England. He had gone there after the divorce, but the house was for rent and he couldn’t contact your parents of you, after cutting him off completely. Now, when he knocks, you mum is the one to open.

“Is he mine?” Is all he asks, breathing hard.

Your mom let him in, seeing his state of distress. She doesn’t lie nor sugarcoat it. She tried to convince you to let Lewis know about the kid. Helio, he muses, whispering the name of the little boy he never even met.

He goes to Australia with your mum, not even letting you know first, because your mum believed you’d run away once again.

When he makes it to the farm, you’re out in the field with Helio, you two running and playing together barefoot on the grass. He hears Helio’s laugh, yours too, and something inside him breaks. He’s seeing before his eyes the life he threw away for one stupid mistake.

As soon as you notice him, you stop laughing, holding Helio behind you, protective. You call your brother out, asking him to take Helio upstairs and not leave until you say so. Lewis just watches helplessly as your brother takes his nephew inside and Lewis couldn’t even get a closer look at his son.

“Mom, what did you do?” You say, betrayed. You mum explains everything and you invite both of them inside.

Inside, you fight, almost shouting until you remember Helio upstairs, forcing yourself to calm down. Lewis feels betrayed, you tell to his face he doesn’t deserve this life. You pull a stack of documents, asking Lewis to sign. It’s a contract saying he gives up any rights over the kid. Lewis cries.

Your mother mediates.

After what feels like hours of arguing back and forth, you accept Lewis begging to know his kid, begging to be part of his life. How could you deny your kid of a father now you couldn’t hide him behind a layer of ignorance?

You introduce father and son a couple of days later, in the presence of a child therapist, to help mediate. Helio is skittish in the beginning, but he quickly warms up to Lewis. Sometimes, he run backs to you, hugging you tightly, feeling shy. You reassure him, letting him go back to meeting his father.

“Mama, do all daddies take this long?” Helio asks that night when you’re putting him to sleep. You swallow your tears when answering.

“No, my baby. Not all of them. One day you’ll understand better, yes?”

The first time Lewis takes Helio for the day, you cry for hours, feeling like a mother bird in an empty nest. He had invited his family to a nearby city, only 40 minutes away so he could introduce Helio to them. It’s planned for them to come back by dinner time, to not disturb Helio’s routine. But they come back earlier and your baby looked like he’d been crying. Worried, you carry him inside while Lewis explains that the first few hours Helio was enjoying himself and meeting everyone, but after a while, he started crying because he ‘wanted Mama’. Selfishly, that makes your heart grow easier, because you know Helio would never forget you, and in the end of the day, he’d would always want Mama’s arms.

The first months are like torture, until you get used to Helio coming back at the end of the day. Your Helio, your baby, becomes Helio Hamilton when Lewis registers him. Lewis tries to win you over many times, with gifts, inviting you to dates, until you have a stern talk with him, telling him it wasn’t happening. That every time you were polite and respectful to him, Helio’s well being is the only thing in your mind.

Eventually, the media finds out about Helio. Lewis blatantly lies, saying he had been keeping his son’s existence a secret for his safety and privacy. People mostly respected his wishes.

You see Lewis’ family for the first time again at Helio’s fifth birthday. You thought they’d hate you for hiding their grandkid/nephew, but they treat you with the same kindness as always, and you feel just a tiny bit of guilt for hiding Helio for so long.

You realised that you had much more free time now that Helio was with Lewis half of the time. So you started going to the gym, going shopping, not only for Helio but for yourself, you went to museums, parks and eventually, dates.

One day you meet Leon, a recluse just like you. He’s a writer, living in a cottage in a close city. You hit it off, but you and him get to know each other for a whole year before you introduce him to your family, and Lewis. Your ex-husband doesn’t take it well, admitting that deep down he thought you’d go back and be a family. You tell him, he ruined that himself.

You find some resemblance of balance. With Lewis’ coming to pick Helio whenever he had free time, you weren’t friends just a cold politeness.

Lewis, whenever he had to pick Helio, he found you and Leon sitting by the porch, or horseback riding, or helping Helio with homework and school projects, he would always envy your life, the happy family he could have, but he had only himself to blame. When he finds out by Helio you’re having another baby, he swears a part of him dies forever, buried alongside your love for him, and the future he threw away. Eventually, Lewis married again, a woman who loves him, loves Helio and she even gets along with you well, and that’s all he can ask for, knowing deep down he would never love someone else the way he loved you.

PHEW! I may have gotten carried away. Thank you for your ideia, Anon! I hope this was alright!

[jojojoy1]

Are you doing Lando Norris story requests. If so can you do one where he is a dad and his child and girlfriend/wife come to watch him race for the first time and he wins with 01 💙😊

Daddy, you won! - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x reader

You and Lando have been dating since you were fifteen years old. You two have been together through thick and thin. So when you found out you were pregnant at only twenty you both knew you could handle it together.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy in the November of 2020. Your pride and joy, you and Lando could not be happier.

You didn't want to have your son exposed to the race track too soon. Babies are delicate and as his mother, you are over protective. Lando always said, every weekend since Rowan had been born, that he should be at the races. And you always said no.

One week before the Australian Grand Prix and you were having the same conversation you and Lando have before every race.

"I think you and Rowan should come to Australia." Lando said as you both got into bed.

"I don't know, Lando." You sigh, "He's still so young."

"But it'd be nice. And it's not like he's ever gonna be alone. You can be protective mama bear."

"It's loud, we don't want to deafen him-"

Lando cut you off with a solution, "He can wear ear defenders."

"And fans. I don't want him to be scared or overwhelmed by the amount of people."

"You can take him straight to hospitality. Please y/n. You haven't been to a race in two years. It would mean so much to me." Lando interlocked your fingers as he spoke. You stared into his pleading eyes. Those eyes you always struggled to say no to.

"Fine," Lando smiled more then you knew possible, "We'll come to Australia." Lando cheered, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

...

"Where's the sunscreen?" You panicked as you frantically emptied one of your suitcases.

"It's right here, babe." Lando said as he pulled a bottle out of the baby bag you had packed for the day. "Are you okay?" He asked, applying the sunscreen to Rowan's skin.

"I'm just nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

"What does nervous mean?" Rowan said.

"It means worried, baby." You answered.

"Why are you worried?"

"Because there's going to be lots of people today."

"Bluey will make you not worried." Rowan handed you his blue whale teddy, causing you and Lando to chuckle at the cuteness.

"You hold on to bluey, lovie." You handed Rowan back his whale.

...

The shock on everyone's faces when you walked into the paddock was priceless. You had told noone about you and Rowan attending the Grand Prix.

Even though Rowan could walk, you decided to carry him to ensure you didn't lose him.

"Y/n! Rowan!" A familiar Spanish accent yelled as the three of you walked to hospitality.

"Uncle Carlos!" Rowan screamed as Carlos approached.

"Hey buddy." Carlos put his hand out to fistbump the toddler. "What are you doing here?" He turned to you.

"Lando finally convinced me that it'd be safe." You smiled.

"Will we see you in the paddock more often, then?"

"If today goes okay. Maybe."

"Well, I'll see you all later." Carlos said as he patted Lando's shoulder.

"Yeah, bye mate." Lando said as Carlos walked away and you continued to McLaren.

...

You were sat in Lando's drivers room before the race.

"You should watch in the garage with everyone else. Then you can be the first ones I see when I get out the car."

"I don-" Before you could protest Lando interrupted, already knowing what you were gonna say.

"He's got ear defenders."

"Okay, we'll sit in the garage."

...

Rowan was so excited watching the race. Squealing anytime he saw an orange car on the screen.

You'd never seen Lando drive so well. He started the race in P13 and had managed to work his way up to P2.

Lando was right on Max's tail. A close fight for the win. The atmosphere in the McLaren garage was incredible. Noone expected the car to be capable of this. And with a possible win on the table? Everyone was so nervous.

For the last few laps, Lando had been making so many moves to overtake Max. Getting so close, but not close enough.

They were fighting right to the chequered flag. Just as Max was about to cross the line with another win under his belt, Lando came storming past. By mere inches Lando took home his first ever win.

The garage erupted into cheers. Everyone ran out to meet Lando at the podium. Holding on to Rowan, you made your way to the front of the barriers.

Lando parked his car in the first place spot, removed his helmet and immediately ran over to you and Rowan. Embracing you both. Kissing you on the lips.

"You did it." You said through the tears of joy, "You're a Grand Prix winner."

"Daddy, you won!" Rowan screamed over the cheers.

"Yeah, I did, baby." Lando said as he took Rowan from your arms for a hug.

...

You'd never felt so proud, seeing Lando on the highest step of the podium.

This win was something Lando has been working for his whole life and being able to celebrate it with the two most important people in his life made it even more special.

[keepthedelta]

https://www.tumblr.com/keepthedelta/762991126729916416?source=share

Can you elaborate on this please, I feel like it's such a crazy take but also maybe correct?

okay so, i remember reading an interview keke gave after nico won the championship (maybe even the "my championship doesn't matter anymore, only nico's does" interview) and in it keke said that he was always trying to support nico and let him know that he believed in him. and so he texted nico "push" to let him know that.

and it was like an epiphany for me. because i'd read that exact story before from nico's perspective and it was so different. it was like nico thought of the message as criticism, that he wasn't doing enough to win the championship, that he needed to do more or work harder.

then i thought of the interview nico did before his second ever race, where the interviewer told him that keke said his first race (where he scored points and set the fastest lap) was "not bad for a kid" and nico's face falls. he was so crushed because he automatically assumed that his dad meant it negatively, and the journalist had to tell him that it was meant as a joke/playfully.

nico and keke also did an interview in 2018 after they did demonstration runs at monaco in their championship winning cars (still the only father and son pairing ever to both win monaco), and they were asked which of them was better. nico's immediate response was "i don't want to compare us/i don't want to think of it like that". keke's response, which i personally think is more accurate was "you can't compare them because the cars and eras were so different". his response was about formula 1, nico's was about them as father and son.

there are other stories where keke supposedly criticised nico's first podium in australia 2008, thinking that he could have got 2nd not 3rd, but now i'm wondering if it was actual criticism or something that he thought of as praise and nico took badly because, as he's said before, his mind tends to go to the negative before the positive. there's also the fact that talk about f1 was banned in the rosberg house (at least between nico, keke, and sina) for basically all of nico's career, so it does seem like it was something of a sensitive topic in their household.

nico's said several times that he really struggled with the pressure of being in f1 throughout his career, that he didn't believe in himself at all, and that the comparisons to his father were really really difficult for him. so maybe it's not so much that he didn't realise how much keke loved him, maybe it's more that he was automatically negative about himself and therefore projected that negativity onto keke's reactions.

because when you look at keke, i think he really is proud. he is the only world champion who has ever seen his son become a world champion. he has an experience that no one else has, and i think he recognises that, but even if nico weren't a world champion, i think he would still be proud

[eocon-fr]

“Becoming world champion, that’s clearly my goal!”

ᯓ Translation of an interview of Esteban Ocon by Victor MOLLET, Dircom ADEKWA Lawyers, dating from 2017.

Esteban Ocon is one of the greatest hopes of Formula 1. Since the start of the season, the 21-year-old driver has taken his place in the Force India team. From his first race, he made an impression by becoming the youngest Frenchman to score a point in F1. Between two flights and two grands prix, he took the time to answer us, in a relaxed manner. One-on-one with a friendly and smiling driver.

When you were younger, your father asked you this question: "Do you want to be a pilot or a cashier at McDonald's?". What was your answer?

My father asked me this question because I wasn't very sporty at the time. I think he said that to tease me. It was direct but it made me react. Result? I immediately went running!

How did your passion for motorsport come about?

I have always loved cars. Motorsport is my whole life! My father is a mechanic and when I was little, I always had my nose in cars, in engines, in petrol…

Today, many young drivers advance their bank account to be introduced to a team. On your side, you have rather highlighted your talent…

Thanks already (smile)! Let's say that I don't have the same background as the majority of drivers, it was more difficult than for others. But in the end, with or without money at the start, the important thing is to win titles to be able to have a chance in Formula 1.

When did the F1 world start to get interested in you?

When I won! Starting with F3, when I started winning a lot of races.

How do you prepare to have a good season?

To be ready for the first Grand Prix of the season in Melbourne, Australia, I spent two months in Font-Romeu, at an altitude of 2,000 metres, in my physical training centre. I really did a complete preparation, with nine hours of cardio per week, ten hours of weight training, but also work on reaction, coordination, speed of visual detection or breathing at altitude.

Is it true that you gained more than four kilos of muscle during your preparation?

Exactly! I even gained five kilos in total! It was really very hard, not only did I have to push and make efforts during physical exercises but also at the table. I had to force myself to eat a lot, with a lot of proteins, almost ten eggs a day in addition to meat and starches… It was quite difficult.

What is the hardest part when you start a race, once inside the car?

Managing the others around you I think! Having the right reaction at the right time, in a fraction of a second. Decision-making is also extremely important to be able to position yourself in the right place when needed. And for that, mental precision is essential.

By finishing the first race of the season in tenth place, you became the youngest French driver to score a point in Formula 1. What does this do to you?

Pride, of course! I think that with the journey I had, it wasn’t easy to get to Formula 1. So to achieve something like that is great! I’m happy to have accomplished that and I hope to set other records in the future.

Is this the first line of a long list to come?

I'm working on it (laughs)!

What goals have you set for this first season in F1?

Clearly for me, my main goal is to score points in every race, to achieve as many “top 5” finishes as possible and, why not, to fight for podiums when possible. There is still a bit of work to do to get there but that is my goal.

How would you define your driving style?

In races, I try to be as thoughtful as possible. I don’t take unnecessary risks. I take them when the situation is right but I really think before starting a maneuver. But I also know how to be aggressive when necessary!

What do you think about, under your helmet, when you are at 300 km/h?

Nothing (laughs)! Mainly concentration in fact, but it is not particularly different from driving at 90 km/h.

What are your passions outside of F1?

Sport in general. I really like bodybuilding, I do a lot of it with my sporty friends, especially boxers. I also like mountain biking and tennis or table tennis. And spending time with my friends is what I like to do when I have a bit of free time.

Do you take the time to visit the countries you travel through between races?

When I have time, a little bit. But often, honestly, not really. Hotels, roads, airports, circuits, that's about all the visits you can usually make (laughs)!

Throughout a season, you are led to visit the four corners of the world... What is your favorite destination?

For now, I would say Monaco. It is one of my favorite destinations. I also like Abu Dhabi. I generally like the sun and the heat!

When you were younger, you regularly beat Max Verstappen, who is promised to play a leading role in the coming years. A sign for the future?

If I can fight with Max in the future, at the forefront, why not. I am working for it! Becoming world champion is clearly my goal, that is what I want to be in the future!

What is your relationship with the other drivers?

There is really a good atmosphere in the paddock, with a lot of respect. With some, there is not much more than respect, we will not go on vacation together but we get along well most of the time. Personally, I am close to Lance Stroll, Stoffel Vandoorne or Kevin Magnussen. These are drivers that I really like outside of racing. We have a good time between sessions when we have time to see each other.

What do you miss most about France when you are abroad?

Family and friends are definitely what I miss the most! And French TV too (laughs)!

Your main quality?

I always have trouble judging myself but I am often told that I am thoughtful and quite mature.

Your biggest flaw?

I am late, I take a long time to prepare! And I am clumsy!

Your favorite circuit?

The Hungaroring, the Hungarian Grand Prix!

The driver you get along with best in the paddock?

Kevin Magnussen

Your favorite driver?

Currently, I don't have one, even if Fernando Alonso still impresses me a lot. Historically, it is Michael Schumacher and Ayrton Senna.

If you had a song to listen to in your headphones during the race?

“Can't be touch”, by Roy Jones, a song that motivates quite a bit!

The “pink fashion” look of the 2017 Force India, what do you think of it?

It's good for Formula 1, it's a bit of a change.

Your hobby to disconnect and clear your head?

YouTube, definitely! I watch a lot of videos, especially from French YouTubers, is that what I like to do to clear my head.

A saying, a motto?

The important thing is not to win, it's just what matters!

[wsdanon]

I wanted to do a little descriptive writing exercise, so with a lot of googling for references here’s a little scene of felps in australia before they steal the cargo ship \o/

reblogs appreciated \o/!!

Regardless of Australia’s reputation, it’s a cold morning at the harbour. The wind carries seasalt, along with the particular smell of ocean water that’s frequented by ships of all sizes—not entirely unpleasant, but definitely not pleasant either. Easy enough to ignore, as long as you don’t get your face too close to it.

Sitting up on the docks with his legs dangling over the side, Felps thinks he’s avoiding the worst of it. The wood he sits on isn’t exactly wet, but it is damp. Maybe even perpetually so. Or at least just in winter, where the sun lacks its usual power even on a good day.

It’s a good day now. A few clouds litter the sky, but nothing to suggest rain is on its way. On the occasions the wind drops off, the cold can even be beaten back by the rays of sunlight. 

This isn’t where he needs to be. Nearby lies the iconic features of Australia that Felps never really imagined he’d see outside of tv and pictures—the Sydney Opera House, and the Sydney Habour Bridge. Being on the run with fugitives can take you to places beyond even your most distant plans, apparently. He always figured if he went out of country that he’d like to visit Japan.

But this isn’t where he needs to be; not that he’s particularly needed any time soon. He’s a good hour—at the very least—walk away, or about thirty minutes by car depending on the traffic. This is Sydney during peak morning hours. The traffic will be bad. May as well wait a bit.

He watches idly as a ferry carts people from one side of the harbour to the other. It’s an exciting ride for a tourist due to the view it gives of the Opera House and the bridge, but as boring as a bus after the first few times. Three of them don’t legally know how to drive, Cellbit doesn’t know how to drive at all, and they’d all figured keeping a low profile and only stealing what’s necessary would be best. Felps has ridden the ferry often.

The faded yellow and dark green of it makes it maybe not the most exciting vessel in the water, but it is recognisable. It trails further away from the stop closest to Felps and towards a flashy, small theme park. Luna Park, if Felps remembers correctly. 

It was a fun, indulgent day. He won Cellbit a koala plushie, and then kept playing until he won one for Pac as well, and he only almost threw up after that green thrill ride he can’t remember the name of.

The ferry docks, and Felps’ phone buzzes in his pocket. A message from Cellbit telling him to start heading to their meeting spot.

It would probably be easier to steal a boat from the harbour here. It’s also much too public for their comfort. Between the tourists and the locals, Sydney Harbour is a bustling, unpredictable place. So, instead, they’re heading to Port Botany.

More planning needed to go into it, but it’s the overall safer option. Some forged documents, a month or so of working there, the acquisition of sums of money and information for bribes, and finally everything is ready to be put into action.

Australia has been nice, but Felps misses Brazil. And it’s probably been long enough that the last scare of the police finding them is over—their trail having gone cold.

He picks himself up off of the wood and stretches out. Enjoys the warmth of the sun for a brief moment more, before heading back towards the shadows of the city’s tall buildings.

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hope you enjoyed \o/!! sorry to anyone who knows Sydney if I got anything wrong—Google only takes me so far… and I only found out about port botany halfway through this pfft

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"it was difficult first of all because i couldn't open up to many people. it was a very complicated period because i didn't know how i had to behave, personally, i didn't know what would come out, i didn't know what would happen with the team. it was very difficult, normally i'm always in control, and instead there it was quite easy to lose it, control. after a few weeks i woke up one morning and said: "but in the end i didn't do anything wrong, i didn't know anything, and so for me it was already over, then what comes out from the judge, what can or can't come out in the end l can't control anymore, right?"

“of course, it was complicated when I knew but nothing had come out yet. maybe I won a match and they saw me really down and said to me: "but you won, why are you like this?" what was i supposed to answer? i said: "no, no, i'm fine, everything's fine." and then there were matches in which i didn't sleep the night before. as you probably saw, before the match with medvedev (qf at wimbledon). the night before i didn't sleep. then of course i felt bad in the morning. then i should have played 5 sets, it's not a match that ended in 3 sets.”

“there are many things that happened in this period that i tried to put aside and understand what is the right thing to do at that moment. and to me, i'm talking about myself now, i have to thank my team that was close to me the whole time because needed it. for example, darren didn't go home to australia and came to me, he was with me, my dad came. thanks to them i felt safe. protected. and precisely for this reason when i say that when you win tournaments or even matches that mean a lot, i always dedicate them to the people who are close to me, because without them i don't know how i could have overcome all of this. i’m happy with how i handled it because it was very difficult. but the moment i go on the court and put on my cap, for me only the tennis ball exists. on the court i feel safe. then we saw that it is difficult to play like that, but that is another matter. but i feel safe. when i see the ball and i am about to serve, all my focus and desire is to hit the ball on the court. because in the end it is my job and my passion. the problem and the work had to be separated. and i have always tried to feel good on the court, i have always trained, i have always prepared myself mentally to play tennis well and in the end it is precisely for this reason that I succeeded. also because, this is the most important thing, if i had known that it was my fault, in my opinion i would not have played like that."

"the real difficult moment in my opinion was right when the news came out. and it came out in a very delicate phase because it came before a grand slam. i wanted to train already since wednesday, the news came out on tuesday and we decided it was better not to, because there would have been too much chaos at the club and so we went on thursday, in the evening, because so many people would have left. we got there and we had all the cameras on us, it was very hard. i looked at the other players to understand what they really thought. i asked myself a lot of questions, it was difficult to prepare for a grand slam like that.”

“deep down, however, i am convinced that nothing happens by chance, and perhaps this case was precisely to understand who is your friend and who is not. and i separated these two matters. and i understood that there are many players who i didn't think were my friends, and there is a fairly large number who i thought were friends and instead they aren't. and in the end i don't say that this did me any good but it made me understand a lot of things."

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Number 1 after thyroid cancer: “Happy ending” for Berger

Goalkeeper Ann-Katrin Berger was in Merle Frohms' shadow for a long time. At 33 and after difficult times, the Göppingen native has found her way between the posts in the DFB selection.

Marseille (dpa) - Deeply moved, Ann-Katrin Berger stood in the catacombs of the Stade Vélodrome and described her feelings in a halting voice. Two years after her second cancer diagnosis, the 33-year-old is suddenly the number 1 goalkeeper for the German women's soccer team at the Olympics . "The Olympic Games mean everything. That all the hard times that are behind me have simply been worth it," said Berger after the DFB selection's convincing 3-0 opening victory against Australia in Marseille.

Back to Thyroid Cancer 

Berger was first diagnosed with thyroid cancer in 2017 and then during the 2022 European Championships, when she was a substitute for regular goalkeeper Merle Frohms in England. The goalkeeper from the US club NJ/NY Gotham FC quickly fought her way back into competitive sport. After her eleventh and most important international match to date, however, she had to struggle to keep her composure. "It's nice that there is still a happy ending. Playing at the Olympic Games is my happy ending," said Berger. 

In the second preliminary round match on Sunday (9 p.m.), also in the French port city, Berger and the DFB women will face the team of her adopted homeland. The Americans also won their opening match against Zambia 3-0. But the goalkeeper can't give national coach Horst Hrubesch much advice on their next opponent, even though she of course knows some of the players: "I have no idea. I don't watch that much women's football, to be honest." 

Berger thought she was being “fooled” by Hrubesch 

After a long wait, Berger has reached the top of the national team, even though she still wears the number 12. The fact that she finished third in the FIFA World Goalkeeper of the Year vote as Chelsea FC's goalkeeper in 2021 and 2022 did not change her reserve status in the German team at the time. 

Hrubesch had left the duel between Berger and Frohms open to the outside world until the very end. "I really thought he was trying to fool me. To be honest. I really couldn't believe it," Berger said a few days ago about the national coach's announcement that she would be between the posts. "Even when I was on the pitch, I had to pinch myself and say: It's really true." 

Captain Popp is happy for Berger 

Like the entire national team, Berger showed a very confident performance and almost set up a goal by Jule Brand with a long kick in the early stages. When asked how she managed to stay so cool, she said with a smile: "Years of work. Years of work, guys." She couldn't let her nervousness show. "I always think of my team. Because when I screw up, it's usually a goal." 

Captain Alexandra Popp was also happy "for Anne that she finally made it after a long, long time." Berger exudes extreme calm when she has the ball at her feet. Hrubesch, for whom Berger is the "new old woman," praised "her clearances, her control of the penalty area. She's good up in the air, and her footballing skills are also a plus." But it's the same with Frohms, he added: "Lucky for those who have two goalkeepers like her."

The praise is only a small consolation for the previous number 1 at VfL Wolfsburg, who has hardly done anything wrong in recent years. Hrubesch had spoken to her first before making his decision: "Of course she must have swallowed it one day, I'm quite sure of that." For Berger, the relationship with her teammate has therefore not changed much: "At the end of the day, we are sportswomen. Horst was simply clear and straightforward."

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Carlos Sainz x Sportweek interview -Translated in: English, Spanish and Italian-

Hi guys, sorry it took so long. I wasn’t expecting such a long work. I apologise if I have wrote something wrong, I have smoke coming out of my ears and here you can also find my F1 Masterlist for more! Enjoy and let me know what do you think!

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English 🇬🇧

There will be no room for him in Ferrari next year.

But the Spaniard doesn't argue, he wins when he can and in the meantime he looks ahead. «It's my style, that's how they educated me. The Cavallino showed me what passion is and I helped it grow. Leaving is not my choice, but maybe there will be better things to come."

text by: GIANLUCA GASPARINI

photo by: MATTIA GUOLO

styling by: GIANLUCA ZAPPOLI

He was born in Madrid and will join Ferrari from 2021

The Spanish Ferrari driver, Carlos Sainz, 29 years old. He has been racing with the Red team since 2021 and has won three GPs in Formula 1, the last of which was a month ago in Australia.

"I smile at the future

And I want to be the best."

A man's style, because at almost thirty you are a finished man, is measured in moments of adversity. Carlos Sainz comes from an elegant Madrid family, he can boast a father who not only wrote a few pages of motoring history in rallies, but in his adventure in F.1 he never found a downhill road ahead of him. Less than three months ago Ferrari let him know that there will no longer be a place for him in 2025. He could react badly, fall into victimhood, lose himself, exaggerate to impress everyone. He did the exact opposite. Starting from the words spoken then, in February. «Hamilton in Maranello was a hard blow, I didn't expect it. I was pretty sure that I would renew the contract with the Rossa. But it will be my last year with the team and I just want to think about doing my best for the Cavallino." Honest, sincere. With style, indeed. «Style is not something you choose - he says -, it is something that largely derives from the education your family gives you, from the values ​​you have cultivated. And that then translates into how you behave and how you do things. But I can't say I have my own particular or studied style. I just try to be natural."

What a start!

Excellent start to the season for the Spaniard in 2024, with the victory in Melbourne and two third places in Bahrain and Japan.

At the moment you are going faster than your teammate Charles Leclerc, and this has also given rise to some doubts and regrets among the Red fans. Do you think you still have room for growth as a driver?

«For me, all the years in F.1 can offer the opportunity to progress. With each season that passes I feel like a better rider and it's also clear that over time you have experiences that make you grow as a rider and as a person, let's say that I continually make progress on both fronts."

For next year you are in the sights of several top teams, starting with Mercedes. But there was also talk of Red Bull. Does this interest make you feel good, after a difficult and delicate season's eve?

"Yes I'd like that. In reality, I am already part of a top team like Ferrari, and doing well here as I am actually doing makes the others keep an eye on you. In the end it's what I've always wanted as a driver, that is, to be considered a good name to occupy the best seats in F.1. And frankly I hope it goes like this for many years to come."

Identikit Carlos Sainz

Family tradition, he races in F.1 since 2015

Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro was born in Madrid (Spa) on September 1st 1994. Son of the two-time rally world champion Carlos Sr, he grew up in karting before moving on to Formula BMW, then Renault and GP3. His debut in Formula 1 was in 2015, in Australia, with Toro Rosso, where he remained until October 2017, when he moved to Renault. The 2019-2020 two-year period was at McLaren, where he achieved the first two podiums of his career: third in Brazil in the first season and second in Monza in the following one.

Since 2021 he has been at Ferrari. In red he scored his first pole and his first victory at Silverstone in 2022. The other two successes came in Singapore last year and in Australia a month ago. For him, overall 21 podiums in 187 Grands Prix.

«For 2025, seeing how I'm going, I would like a competitive single-seater. I'm happy to be in the crosshairs of several top team"

Finding an agreement with a new team could take a long time: is it a thought? Can it affect your performance in any way?

«All options are open, but it takes time to reach similar decisions. Little has happened in recent weeks, from this point of view, but this doesn't affect the way I race, my work on the track. Choosing takes time for everyone. They often ask me whether it is better to think about next year or the long term when deciding. I think it depends on what they offer you. As a driver you always look at the option that the fastest single-seater presents to you, because you think that in that way you can achieve podiums and victories like I'm doing this year. But the possibilities in the medium term are also interesting, considering the change in regulations in 2026. Each side of the coin has pluses and minuses, but the best thing is that today all options remain open."

You don’t seem worried

"No. I smile thinking about the future even if what will happen does not depend solely on me. I just have to wait for it and do my job well. If it takes time, that's fine. Also because, in light of the regulatory change in 2026, it is almost impossible to know who will go fastest. And so the decisions also depend on what the teams "sell" you, but no one has a real idea. For 2025, given how I'm going, I would like a competitive single-seater... in any case the situation doesn't disturb me: I know how to keep the track and the questions from journalists and fans about the future divided. When you run, run. I've been in F.1 for 10 years, I know how to manage my weekends."

How much has competing for Ferrari changed you, on a human level?

«He introduced me to the passion that people can have for a team, and you only see this if you race with the Cavallino and are surrounded by the Red fans. You don't feel a warmth like this in other teams. Humanly I was involved and this affects you, it has an influence on you. I heard it."

Hamilton and Leclerc are great fashion lovers. Do you like it also?

«Fashion is not something that occupies my mind in my free time, it depends a bit on how I feel day by day or on the phase I go through in my life. With the change in age I adapt in the way I dress, but it doesn't come naturally to me to think and research what I wear. I understand those who make it a passion, but it doesn't change my life."

What style do you follow in dressing? Do you buy what you wear or do you have someone who makes it for you? And when you were a boy did you choose on your own or did your mother take care of it? Have you ever argued about how you dressed?

«I almost never buy. When it happens it's because I go with my girlfriend (Rebecca Donaldson, Scottish model; ed.), my sisters (she has two, Ana and Blanca; ed.) or my mother. It has never happened to me that I am somewhere, in a hotel or at home, ® telling myself: "Now I'm going shopping". The idea never comes to me. It always has to come from someone else and this already shows that it is not my priority. Then I get dressed too, of course. And the style I like to follow is classic, elegant and traditional.

I feel comfortable and at ease. Until I was 20-25, all my clothes were bought by my mother, sisters or girlfriends of the time. And I never argued about it because I accepted everything they said, I didn't have an opinion...".

You are very close to his father, whom you have always admired but without avoiding some clashes: what relationship do you have now and how much does it matter for your career?

«When we are young, we all have moments of disagreement with our parents. It is part of the normal dynamic between father and son and there is an age in which you continually express a different opinion regardless, for bias, there is a period of your life when it seems like you do it on purpose. That age has now passed, but I remember that I liked arguing with him, even clashing, but with education and respect.

There was never a really bad moment when we called each other bad words. Dad always raised me to respect everyone. Now we have an incredible, very beautiful relationship. He taught me everything I know in life, in the end I feel privileged to be able to enjoy such a strong bond with him and to be able to have such an important person in my life close to me."

Who inspired you while growing up? Both in the sporting world and outside of sport.

«My father always used it as a reference

Rafa Nadal. And I really like it too, for the competitive spirit and the respect with which he does things. With clarity and a shape that says everything about him. In turn, I want to be the best on the track but also off it." What do you like to do away from the circuits?

«I am a very sporty person, my hobbies are mainly linked to that. I have always practiced golf, padel, skiing, now a lot of cycling, for training but also because I enjoy it. And in my free time I follow a lot of sports on TV."

«Nadal has always been my father's legend and he has become mine»

Hobby? Only sport: golf, skiing, padel and lots of cycling, for training and because I enjoy it"

Madrid, your city, is full of beautiful museums. Do you go there every now and then? Do you like art?

«I'm honest: no, I'm not going. I made all the visits when I was 13,014 years old with school and practically my attendance at museums ended there. But if someone sits down to explain it to me, even better: art interests me. But going alone to watch an exhibition, I don't do that. And it's curious because if someone talks to me about a work of art, why it's made that way, about its history, I like it and I enjoy it."

And in Ferrari from 2021, leaving at the end of the year will not be easy.

«I have mixed feelings. The three seasons spent in Maranello, of hard work, living there, with time spent in the factory, helped the team progress. Now we are starting to see the growth of the project, the single-seater is better and I have confidence in driving it after it has "implemented" all the indications given in the past. It makes me feel happy for this year and at the same time sad that we won't continue the journey together. Somehow we have recently taken the right path for the future, and it shows on the track. But it's life, it's the way life decided it should go. It wasn't my decision, but maybe there will be better things to come. When I look at the past, at the choices I made by leaving Toro Rosso, Renault, McLaren, I see that everything makes sense. Maybe in a little while I'll look back and figure out whether to leave paid".

There are still 20 GPs to go: what do you dream will happen for you and for Ferrari between now and the end of the season?

“More victories, more podiums and see where it takes us.”

Italiano 🇮🇹

In Ferrari non ci sarà più spazio per lui il prossimo anno.

Ma lo spagnolo non polemizza, quando può vince e intanto guarda avanti. «E il mio stile, così mi hanno educato. Il Cavallino mi ha fatto conoscere cos'è la passione e io l'ho aiutato a crescere. Andare via non è una mia scelta, ma magari ci sarà di meglio in arrivo»

testo di: GIANLUCA GASPARINI

foto di: MATTIA GUOLO

styling di: GIANLUCA ZAPPOLI

E nato a Madrid, dal 2021 in Ferrari

Il pilota spagnolo della Ferrari, Carlos Sainz, 29 anni. Corre con la Rossa dal 2021 e in Formula 1 ha vinto tre GP, l'ultimo dei quali un mese fa, in Australia.

"Sorrido al futuro

E voglio essere il migliore”

Lo stile di un uomo, perché a quasi trent'anni sei un uomo fatto e finito, si misura nei momenti di avversità. Carlos Sainz viene da una famiglia madrilena elegante, può vantare un padre che nei rally e non solo ha scritto qualche pagina di storia dell'automobilismo, ma nella sua avventura in F.1 non ha mai trovato davanti a sé la strada in discesa. Meno di tre mesi fa la Ferrari gli ha fatto sapere che nel 2025 per lui non ci sarà più posto. Poteva reagire male, cadere nel vittimismo, perdersi, esagerare per impressionare tutti. Ha fatto l'esatto contrario. A partire dalle parole pronunciate allora, a febbraio. «Hamilton a Maranello è stato un duro colpo, non me lo aspettavo. Ero abbastanza sicuro che avrei rinnovato il contratto con la Rossa. Ma sarà il mio ultimo anno con la squadra e voglio solo pensare a fare il massimo per il Cavallino». Onesto, sincero. Con stile, appunto. «Lo stile non è qualcosa che scegli - racconta -, è qualcosa che deriva per gran parte dall'educazione che ti da la famiglia, dai valori che hai coltivato. E quello si traduce poi nel modo in cui ti comporti e in come fai le cose. Ma non posso dire di avere uno stile mio, particolare o studiato. Cerco solo di essere naturale».

Che inizio!

Per lo spagnolo eccellente partenza di stagione, in questo 2024, con la vittoria di Melbourne e due terzi posti, in Bahrain e in Giappone.

In questo momento sta andando più forte del suo compagno Charles Leclerc, e la cosa ha fatto nascere anche qualche dubbio e rimpianto nei tifosi della Rossa. Pensa di avere ancora margini di crescita come pilota?

«Per me tutti gli anni in F.1 possono offrire la possibilità di progredire. Ad ogni stagione che passa mi sento un pilota migliore e in più è chiaro che con il tempo vivi esperienze che ti fanno crescere come pilota e come persona, diciamo che faccio continui passi avanti su entrambi i fronti».

Per l'anno prossimo è nel mirino di diversi top team, a partire dalla Mercedes. Ma si è parlato anche di Red Bull. La fa star bene questo interesse, dopo una vigilia di stagione difficile e delicata?

«Sì, mi fa piacere. In realtà sono già parte di un team di vertice come la Ferrari, e far bene qui come in effetti sto facendo porta gli altri a tenerti d'occhio. Alla fine è quello che come pilota ho sempre desiderato, cioè essere considerato un nome buono per occupare i sedili migliori in F.1. E francamente spero che vada così per tanti anni ancora».

Identikit: Carlos Sainz

Figlio d'arte, corre in F.1 dal 2015

Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro è nato a Madrid (Spa) l'1 settembre 1994. Figlio del due volte iridato rally Carlos Sr, cresce nei kart prima di passare in Formula Bmw, quindi Renault e GP3. Il debutto in Formula 1 è del 2015, in Australia, con la Toro Rosso, dove resta fino all'ottobre 2017, quando passa in Renault. Il biennio 2019-2020 è in McLaren, dove conquista i primi due podi in carriera: terzo in Brasile nella prima stagionee secondo a Monza in quella successiva. Dal 2021 è alla Ferrari. In rosso centra a prima pole e la prima vittoria a Silverstone, nel 2022. Gli altri due successi sono arrivati a Singapore l'anno scorso e in Australia, un mese fa. Per lui, complessivamente 21 podi in 187 Gran Premi.

«Per il 2025, visto come sto andando,

vorrei una monoposto competitiva.

Sono felice di essere nel mirino di diversi

top team»

Trovare l'accordo con una nuova squadra potrebbe andare per le lunghe: è un pensiero? Può condizionare le sue prestazioni in qualche modo?

«Tutte le opzioni sono aperte, ma serve tempo per arrivare a prendere decisioni simili. Nelle ultime settimane è successo poco, da questo punto di vista, ma questo non incide sul modo in cui corro, sul mio lavoro in pista. Scegliere richiede tempo per tutti. Spesso mi chiedono se nel decidere sia meglio pensare all'anno prossimo o al lungo periodo. Credo dipenda da cosa ti offrono. Come pilota guardi sempre all'opzione che ti presenta la monoposto più velo-ce, perché pensi che in quel modo puoi conquistare podi e vittorie come sto facendo quest'anno. Ma sono interessanti anche le possibilità nel medio periodo, considerato il cambio di regolamenti del 2026. Ogni faccia della medaglia ha dei più e dei meno, ma la cosa migliore è che oggi come oggi tutte le opzioni restano aperte».

Quarto in classifica

In classifica, Sainz e quarto con 69 punt preceduto dal compagno Charles Leclerc (76) Primo è Verstappen (110), secondo Perez (85)

Non sembra preoccupato

«No. Sorrido pensando al futuro anche se cosa succederà non dipende unicamente da me. Io devo solo aspettaree far bene il mio mestiere. Se poi servirà tempo, va comunque bene. Anche perché, alla luce del cambio regolamenta re nel 2026, è quasi impossibile sapere chi andrà più forte. E così le decisioni dipendono anche da cosa ti "vendono" le squadre, ma nessuno ha un'idea ve-ra. Per il 2025, visto come sto andando, vorrei una monoposto competitiva... n ogni caso la situazione non mi distur-ba: so come tenere divise la pista e le domande dei giornalisti e dei tifosi sul futuro. Quando corri, corri. Sono da 10 anni in F.1, so come gestire i miei fine settimana».

«La moda mi interessa poco, non compro quasi mai nulla, ci hanno sempre pensato mia mamma, le mie sorelle, la fidanzata. Amo la comodità»

Quanto l'ha cambiata, umanamente, gareggiare per la Ferrari?

«Mi ha fatto conoscere la passione che può avere la gente per una scuderia, e questo lo vedi solo se corri con il Cavallino e sei circondato dai tifosi della Rossa.

Un calore così non lo senti in altre squa-dre. Umanamente sono rimasto coinvolto e questo ti tocca, ha influenza su di te. Io l'ho sentito».

Hamilton e Leclerc sono grandi amanti della moda. A lei piace?

«La moda non è qualcosa che occupa la mia mente nel tempo libero, dipende un po' da come mi sento giorno per giorno o dalla fase che attraverso nella mia vita. Con il cambiamento di età mi adatto nel modo di vestire, ma non mi Viene naturale pensare e ricercare cosa indosso. Capisco quelli che ne fanno una passione, ma a me non cambia la vita».

Che stile segue nel vestire? Compra lei quello che indossa o ha qualcuno che lo fa per lei? E quando era ragazzo sce glieva da solo o ci pensava sua mamma?Avete mai litigato per come si vestiva?

«Comprare non compro quasi mai. Quando succede è perché vado con la mia ragazza (Rebecca Donaldson, modella scozzese; ndr), le mie sorelle (ne ha due, Ana e Blanca; ndr) o mia madre. Non mi è mai successo di essere da qualche parte, in un hotel o a casa, ® dirmi: "Adesso vado a fare shopping"

L'idea non viene mai da me. Deve sempre arrivare da qualcun altro e già questo dimostra che non è una mia priorità. Poi mi vesto anch'io, certo. E lo stile che mi piace seguire è classico, elegante e tradizionale. Mi sento comodo e a mio agio. Fino a 20-25 anni tutti i miei vestiti li compravano mamma, le sorelle o le fidanzate del periodo. E non ci ho mai litigato perché accettavo tutto quello che dicevano, non avevo un'opinione...».

È molto legato a suo padre, che ha sempre ammirato ma senza evitare qualche scontro: che rapporto avete adesso e quanto conta per la sua carriera?

«Tutti, quando siamo giovani, abbiamo momenti di disaccordo con i genitori.Fa parte della normale dinamica tra padre e figlio e c'è un'età in cui esprimi continuamente un'opinione diversa a prescindere, per partito preso, c'è un periodo della tua vita in cui sembra tu lo faccia apposta. Quell'età adesso è passata, ma ricordo che mi piaceva discutere con lui, anche scontrarmi, però con educazione e rispetto. Non c'è mai stato un momento davvero brutto in cui ci siamo presi a male parole Papà mi ha sempre educato a rispettare tutti. Adesso abbiamo un rapporto incredibile, molto bello. Mi ha insegnato tutto quello che so nella vita, alla fine mi sento privilegiato nel poter godere di un legame così forte con lui e poter avere vicino una persona così importante nella vita».

Chi l'ha ispirata mentre cresceva? Sia nel mondo sportivo sia fuori dallo sport.

«Mio padre ha sempre utilizzato come riferimento Rafa Nadal. E anche a me piace molto, per lo spirito competitivo e per il rispetto con cui fa le cose. Con chiarezza e una forma che dice tutto di lui. A mia volta, voglio essere il migliore in pista ma anche fuori».

Cosa le piace fare lontano dai circuiti?

«Sono una persona molto sportiva, i miei hobby sono legati soprattutto a quello. Pratico da sempre golf, padel, sci, adesso tanta bicicletta, per allenamento ma anche perché mi diverte. E nel tempo libero seguo un sacco di sport in tv».

«Nadal è sempre stato il mito di mio padre ed è diventato il mio.

Hobby? Solo sport: golf, sci, padel e tanta bici, per allenamento e perché mi diverte»

Madrid, la sua città, è piena di musei bellissimi. Ci va ogni tanto? L’arte le piace?

«Sono sincero: no, non ci vado. Tutte le visite le ho fatte quando avevo 13 014 anni con la scuola e praticamente la mia frequentazione di musei è finita li. Però se qualcuno si siede a spiegarmela, me-glio: l'arte mi interessa. Ma andare io da solo, a guardare una mostra, questo non lo faccio. Ed è curioso perché se poi uno mi parla di un'opera d'arte, del perché è fatta in quel modo, della sua storia, mi piace e mi diverte».

È in Ferrari dal 2021, andarsene a fine anno non sarà facile.

«Provo sentimenti contrastanti. Le tre stagioni passate a Maranello, di duro lavoro, vivendo lì, con il tempo speso in fabbrica, hanno aiutato il team a progredire. Adesso inizia a vedersi la crescita del progetto, la monoposto è migliore e mi fido nel guidarla dopo che ha "recepito" tutte le indicazioni date in passato. Mi fa sentire felice per quest'anno e allo stesso tempo triste perché non continueremo il viaggio insieme. In qualche modo abbiamo imboccato da poco la strada giusta per il futuro, e in pista si vede. Ma è la vita, è il modo in cui la vita ha deciso che doveva andare. Non è stata una mia decisione, ma magari ci sarà di meglio in arrivo. Quando guardo al passato, alle scelte che ho fatto andando via dalla Toro Rosso, dalla Renault, dalla McLaren, vedo che tutto ha un senso. Magari tra un po' di tempo mi girerò indietro e capirò se andarsene ha pagato».

Ci sono ancora 20 GP da correre: cosa sogna che succeda, per lei e per la Fer-rari, da qui a fine stagione?

«Più vittorie, più podi e vedere dove ci porta».

Español 🇪🇸

No habrá lugar para él en Ferrari el año que viene.

Pero el español no discute, gana cuando puede y mientras tanto mira hacia adelante. «Es mi estilo, así me educaron. El Cavallino me mostró lo que es la pasión y la ayudé a crecer. Irme no es mi elección, pero tal vez vengan cosas mejores".

texto de: GIANLUCA GASPARINI

foto de: MATTIA GUOLO

Diseño de: GIANLUCA ZAPPOLI

nacido en Madrid, desde 2021 en Ferrari

El piloto español de Ferrari, Carlos Sainz, 29 años. Corre con el equipo Rojo desde 2021 y ha ganado tres Grandes Premios de Fórmula 1, el último de ellos hace un mes en Australia.

"Le sonrío al futuro

Y quiero ser el mejor".

El estilo de un hombre, porque con casi treinta años eres un hombre acabado, se mide en los momentos de adversidad. Carlos Sainz proviene de una elegante familia madrileña, puede presumir de un padre que no sólo escribió algunas páginas de historia del motor en los rallyes, sino que en su aventura en la F.1 nunca encontró un camino cuesta abajo por delante. Hace menos de tres meses Ferrari le hizo saber que ya no habrá plaza para él en 2025. Podría reaccionar mal, caer en el victimismo, perderse, exagerar para impresionar a todos. Hizo exactamente lo contrario. A partir de las palabras pronunciadas entonces, en febrero. «Hamilton en Maranello fue un golpe duro, no me lo esperaba. Estaba bastante seguro de que renovaría el contrato con la Rossa. Pero será mi último año con el equipo y sólo quiero pensar en dar lo mejor de mí para el Cavallino". Honesto, sincero. Con estilo, por cierto. «El estilo no es algo que eliges - afirma -, es algo que deriva en gran medida de la educación que te da tu familia, de los valores que has cultivado. Y eso luego se traduce en cómo te comportas y cómo haces las cosas. Pero no puedo decir que tenga un estilo propio, particular o estudiado. Sólo trato de ser natural"

¡Qué comienzo!

Excelente inicio de temporada para el español en 2024, con la victoria en Melbourne y dos terceros puestos en Bahréin y Japón.

De momento va más rápido que su compañero Charles Leclerc, y esto también generó algunas dudas y lamentos entre la afición roja. ¿Cree que todavía tiene margen de crecimiento como impulsor?

«Para mí, todos los años en la F.1 pueden ofrecer la oportunidad de progresar. Cada temporada que pasa me siento mejor piloto y también está claro que con el tiempo vas teniendo experiencias que te hacen crecer como piloto y como persona, digamos que continuamente avanzo en ambos frentes”.

Para el próximo año está en la mira de varios equipos top, empezando por Mercedes. Pero también se habló de Red Bull. ¿Este interés te hace sentir bien, después de un final de temporada difícil y delicado?

"Sí, me gustaría eso. En realidad, ya formo parte de un equipo de primer nivel como Ferrari, y hacerlo bien aquí como lo estoy haciendo realmente hace que los demás te vigilen. Al final es lo que siempre he querido como piloto, es decir, ser considerado un buen nombre para ocupar los mejores asientos de la F.1. Y, francamente, espero que siga así durante muchos años más".

Identikit Carlos Sainz

Tradición familiar, él corre en F.1 desde 2015

Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro Nació en Madrid (Spa) el 1 de septiembre. 1994. Hijo del dos veces campeón del mundo de rallyes Carlos Sr, creció en el karting antes de pasar a la Fórmula BMW, luego a Renault y a la GP3. Su debut en la Fórmula 1 fue en 2015, en Australia, con Toro Rosso, donde permaneció hasta octubre 2017, cuando se mudó a Renault. El bienio 2019-2020 fue en McLaren, donde logró los dos primeros podios de su carrera: tercero en Brasil en la primera temporada y segundo en Monza en la siguiente. Desde 2021 está en Ferrari. De rojo consiguió su primera pole y su primera victoria en Silverstone en 2022. Los otros dos éxitos llegaron en Singapur el año pasado y en Australia hace un mes. Para él, en general 21 podios en 187 Grandes Premios.

«Para 2025, viendo cómo voy, Me gustaría un monoplaza competitivo. Estoy feliz de estar en la mira de varios el mejor equipo"

Llegar a un acuerdo con un nuevo equipo podría llevar mucho tiempo: ¿es una idea? ¿Puede afectar su desempeño de alguna manera?

«Todas las opciones están abiertas, pero se necesita tiempo para llegar a decisiones similares. Desde este punto de vista, poco ha sucedido en las últimas semanas, pero esto no afecta mi forma de correr, mi trabajo en la pista. Elegir requiere tiempo para todos. A menudo me preguntan si es mejor pensar en el año que viene o en el largo plazo a la hora de decidir.

Creo que depende de lo que te ofrezcan. Como piloto siempre miras la opción que te presenta el monoplaza más rápido, porque piensas que así puedes conseguir podios y victorias como estoy haciendo yo este año. Pero las posibilidades a medio plazo también son interesantes, dado el cambio de normativa 2026. Cada cara de la moneda tiene más y menos, pero lo mejor es que hoy todas las opciones siguen abiertas."

No parece preocupado

"No. Sonrío pensando en el futuro aunque lo que pasará no dependa únicamente de mí. Sólo tengo que esperar y hacer bien mi trabajo. Si lleva tiempo, está bien. También porque, ante el cambio regulatorio de 2026, es casi imposible saber quién irá más rápido. Y entonces las decisiones también dependen de lo que te "venden" los equipos, pero nadie tiene una idea real. Para 2025, tal como voy, me gustaría un monoplaza competitivo... en cualquier caso la situación no me inquieta: sé mantener divididas la pista y las preguntas de periodistas y aficionados sobre el futuro. . Cuando corras, corre. Llevo 10 años en la F.1 y sé cómo gestionar mis fines de semana".

«La moda me interesa poco, no compro casi nunca nada, mi madre, mis hermanas, mi novia siempre se encargaban de ello. Amo la comodidad"

¿Cuánto te ha cambiado a nivel humano competir para Ferrari?

«Él me presentó la pasión que la gente puede tener por un equipo, y esto sólo se ve si corres con el Cavallino y estás rodeado de la afición Roja. No se siente una calidez así en otros equipos. Humanamente estuve involucrado y esto te afecta, te influye. Lo escuché."

Hamilton y Leclerc son grandes amantes de la moda. ¿A usted le gusta?

«La moda no es algo que ocupe mi mente en mi tiempo libre, depende un poco de cómo me siento día a día o de la etapa que atravieso en mi vida. Con el cambio de edad me adapto en mi forma de vestir, pero no me resulta natural pensar e investigar qué me pongo. Entiendo a quienes hacen de esto una pasión, pero eso no cambia mi vida".

¿Qué estilo sigues al vestir? ¿Compra lo que usa o tiene alguien que se lo haga? ¿Y cuando era niño eligió él solo o se encargó su madre?

¿Alguna vez habéis discutido sobre cómo vestía?

«Casi nunca compro. Cuando pasa es porque voy con mi novia (Rebecca Donaldson, modelo escocesa; ed.), mis hermanas (tiene dos, Ana y Blanca; ed.) o mi madre. Nunca me ha pasado que estuviera en algún lugar, en un hotel o en mi casa, ® diciéndome: “ahora voy de compras” La idea nunca se me ocurre. Siempre tiene que venir de otra persona y eso solo demuestra que no es mi prioridad. Luego yo también me visto, claro. Y el estilo que me gusta seguir es el clásico, elegante y tradicional. Me siento cómodo y a gusto. Hasta los 20-25 toda mi ropa la compraba mi madre, hermanas o novias de la época. Y nunca discutí por eso porque aceptaba todo lo que decían, no tenía opinión...".

Es muy cercano a su padre, al que siempre ha admirado pero sin evitar algunos enfrentamientos: ¿qué relación tienes ahora y qué importancia tiene para su carrera?

«Cuando somos jóvenes, todos tenemos momentos de desacuerdo con nuestros padres. Es parte de la dinámica normal entre padre e hijo y hay una edad en la que continuamente expresas una opinión diferente independientemente, por prejuicios, hay un período de tu vida en el que parece que lo haces a propósito. Esa edad ya pasó, pero recuerdo que me gustaba discutir con él, incluso chocar, pero con educación y respeto. Nunca hubo un mal momento en el que nos dijéramos malas palabras. Papá siempre me crió para que respetara a todos. Ahora tenemos una relación increíble, muy hermosa. Él me enseñó todo lo que sé en la vida, al final me siento un privilegiado de poder disfrutar de un vínculo tan fuerte con él y poder tener cerca de mí a una persona tan importante en mi vida."

¿Quién te inspiró mientras crecías? Tanto en el mundo deportivo como fuera del deporte.

«Mi padre siempre usó a Rafa Nadal como referente. Y me gusta mucho también, por el espíritu competitivo y el respeto con el que hace las cosas. Con claridad y una forma que dice todo de él. A mi vez, quiero ser el mejor dentro de la pista pero también fuera de ella".

¿Qué te gusta hacer fuera de los circuitos?

«Soy una persona muy deportista, mis aficiones están ligadas principalmente a eso. Siempre he practicado golf, pádel, esquí, ahora mucho ciclismo, para entrenar pero también porque lo disfruto. Y en mi tiempo libre sigo muchos deportes en la televisión".

«Nadal siempre ha sido la leyenda de mi padre y se ha convertido en la mía.

¿Pasatiempo? Sólo deporte: golf, esquí, pádel y mucho ciclismo, para entrenar y porque lo disfruto”

Madrid, su ciudad, está llena de preciosos museos. ¿Vas allí de vez en cuando? ¿Te gusta el arte?

«Te soy sincera: no, no voy. Todas las visitas las hice cuando tenía 13.014 años con el colegio y prácticamente ahí acabó mi asistencia a los museos. Pero si alguien se sienta a explicármelo, mejor aún: me interesa el arte. Pero ir solo a ver una exposición no lo hago. Y es curioso porque si alguien me habla de una obra de arte, de por qué está hecha así, de su historia, me gusta y la disfruto."

Lleva en Ferrari desde 2021, marcharse a final de año no será fácil.

«Tengo sentimientos encontrados. Las tres temporadas pasadas en Maranello, de duro trabajo, de vivir allí, con el tiempo pasado en la fábrica, ayudaron al equipo a progresar. Ahora empezamos a ver el crecimiento del proyecto, el monoplaza es mejor y tengo confianza en conducirlo después de haber "implementado" todas las indicaciones dadas en el pasado. Me hace sentir feliz por este año y al mismo tiempo triste porque no continuaremos el viaje juntos. De alguna manera, recientemente hemos tomado el camino correcto para el futuro, y eso se nota en la pista. Pero así es la vida, así es como la vida decidió que debía ser. No fue mi decisión, pero tal vez vengan cosas mejores. Cuando miro al pasado, a las decisiones que tomé al dejar Toro Rosso, Renault, McLaren, veo que todo tiene sentido. Tal vez dentro de un tiempo mire atrás y comprenda si marcharme valió la pena".

Aún quedan 20 grandes premios: ¿qué sueñas que sucederá para ti y para Ferrari de aquí al final de la temporada?

"Más victorias, más podios y veremos adónde nos lleva".

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Today in Chontent: February 12th (2018)

Charles gets interviewed by Andrea Noviello of warmup-f1.fr about his upcoming rookie F1 season.

source: warmup-f1.fr series: f1, 2018

Established by Sauber after his breathtaking 2017 campaign, Charles Leclerc is excited to finally be able to start his first season at the wheel of a Formula 1 car.

His 2017 season was close to perfection. By conquering with disconcerting superiority seven victories, eight pole positions, ten podiums and four fastest laps last year in the antechamber of Formula 1, Charles Leclerc not only positioned himself as one of the greatest hopes of tomorrow, but above all won his ticket to the premier category of motorsport. Recruited by Sauber as part of the partnership between the Swiss team and Alfa Romeo, the figurehead of the Ferrari Driver Academy will have the difficult task of meeting the immense expectations generated by his consecutive double crowning in GP3 and Formula 2. But while waiting to finally be able to demonstrate the full extent of his talent aboard an F1 car, the Monegasque took advantage of these long weeks of break to perfect his physical condition and begin his process of discovering the Hinwil facilities. Delighted to be able to collaborate again with his former boss at ART GP Frédéric Vasseur, the Sauber driver is resolutely confident before tackling his first season at the highest level. Aware of the difficulties that await him, Nicolas Todt's protégé nevertheless wants to be ambitious. Convinced of being able to put his best foot forward if he remains focused on his own work, Leclerc intends to confirm in 2018 all the good things that the paddock thinks of him.

The Formula 1 world championship will resume on March 25 at Albert Park in Australia. How do you feel a little over a month before your big debut in the premier category?

Very good. I've dreamed of it since I was little! To think that I am going to start my first season in Formula 1 is just incredible. But I must not forget to concentrate on the work I will have to do in F1. 2018 will be a pivotal year in my career. So I'm actively preparing physically to be ready the day I get into the new car.

The winter break is generally a rather difficult period for a pilot, because it consists almost exclusively of heavy and intensive physical preparation. How do you manage to fill the lack of management?

It is extremely difficult, if not almost impossible, for a pilot to make up for the lack of running. Of course it has absolutely nothing to do with F1, but I'm still going to try to go and drive a kart a little these days just to get some sensations and have fun. I spend the majority of my time perfecting my physical condition so that I can be in good shape for the first tests in Barcelona. The desire to drive a single-seater, unfortunately, cannot be satisfied for a large part of the winter. Afterwards, everyone is in the same boat. You just have to accept it and prepare as best as possible for the winter tests.

Starting out in Formula 1 is always a crucial step in a driver's life. In addition to arriving in a completely different world from the one you have encountered in the past in promotional formulas, are you aware of reaching the biggest milestone in your career in motorsport?

Completely. F1 is nothing like the minor categories. Going from karting to single-seaters is already a big step. Moving up to Formula 1 undoubtedly represents the second biggest step in a driver's life. The engines were all identical within the promotion formulas I went through. So the goal came down to doing the best job possible in the car. If we met this condition, we knew full well that the results would follow.

In F1, on the other hand, the driver is much more dependent on the performance of his machine...

Yes. It's not quite the same thing in F1, because there is a lot of difference in performance between the cars. The procedures to follow are also much more numerous than in the small categories. F1 is really a big step to take, but above all I have to concentrate on the work I will have to do in the single-seater in order to bring the best possible result home. I will also focus on developing the car as quickly and efficiently as possible throughout the season.

For the first time since you started karting, you will approach a season knowing that you will not have the means to win on a regular basis. How do we mentally prepare ourselves to settle for runners-up when, like you, we have collected titles in the lower categories?

Above all, I will seek to deliver the best possible work in the car. The end result won't matter in the end. The most important thing for me will be to stay focused on my job while trying to make the car progress as quickly as possible. F1 is undoubtedly a completely different world to what I have experienced in the past. So I'm definitely going to have to go through a little period of adaptation. But to be able to do effective work in the premier category, the key will be to concentrate on what I have to do and only on that.

You will team up with Marcus Ericsson in 2018, a driver who certainly did well last year alongside Wehrlein, but who does not necessarily enjoy a very big reputation inside the paddock. To hope to impress F1, won't you somehow be obliged to "crush it" like you outclassed Formula 2 last year?

Marcus has a lot of experience in F1. So I'm already going to try to learn alongside him. However, as I mentioned previously, my main goal is to produce the best job possible while remaining focused solely on myself. This is something I learned from my previous seasons in single-seaters. If I focus on my work and do it well, then I should be able to demonstrate what I'm worth. I prefer not to distract myself by looking at others. I just make sure I give my best. We will then see what results I will be able to obtain this season.

Sauber remains in four very difficult seasons in Formula 1. In addition to its recurring financial problems, the Swiss team has also suffered greatly on a sporting level since three times out of four it finished the championship in tenth place. Did these chronic difficulties scare you when joining the Swiss team?

No, on the contrary I am very confident. With “Fred” (Vasseur)��at the helm, the team is truly in good hands. I know him very well and I love the way he works. A team manager must work in this way to help the team progress. We should also not neglect the impact of the return of Alfa Romeo. So yes, until we put the car on the ground, it will be difficult to predict anything. Our main mission will be to develop the car as quickly as possible throughout the year.

[cobraonthecob]

rolling at my eyes at all you fuckers excusing the racist abuse dropped on guanyu's head when he signed on for alfaromeo because you're doing this for oscar. like can y'all think for two seconds? alfaromeo, even with a 10x grand prix winner like valtteri bottas, is now having issues all over the place, something a rookie f2 champ like oscar would NOT be reviving (because drivers alone can't save technical/mechanical fuckups). yes, we didn't know where oscar was going to go, but it's not like australia would be missing out on seeing themselves on the grid any time soon, considering how successful australia's drivers have been

and besides, it worked out in oscar's favor, because now he got to step up on the podium in his first year, is second behind sir lewis hamilton in most points scored in a rookie year, and got a grand prix win, while guanyu knows that the clock is ticking on him while trying to keep that paint can on wheels in the fucking race. who really won in the end? the white australian rookie f2 champion of 2021 that got locked out of a seat for 2022 or the chinese driver that 'got his seat because of sponsorship reasons' never mind that china wouldn't be having a grand prix until two years after he joined, or are y'all scared of chinese money that much you'll demonize a driver who is like everyone else in the paddock, here because life got lucky for them in sponsorships

oh but i guess chinese people are only palatable to the fandom if they're mixed with white. the ancestry is cool when someone makes a reference to their ancestry one time, even if he only acknowledged it that weekend and doesn't speak the language, doesn't know what region the ancestor came from, and gets all the love from the fandom. i guess heaping abuse on the driver who 'took his seat' is excusable because said driver is chinese. would y'all be saying this about robert schwartzman, if that was him who got the alfaromeo seat, despite having been beaten by an f2 rookie the previous year?

but hey, it's because we're criticizing the chinese government! never mind that the american whose family members have right wing connections has way more love from the fandom, or the british driver who praised a far-right american politician, or the more successful dutch and spanish drivers with right-wing connections, oh no, it's all about our driver not getting the seat right away!

white clowning on this post will be blocked. you can be upset for your driver not getting a seat but targeting the person of color who gets the seat is unforgivable. i don't care how the driver got the seat. go find another white driver to make into your little meow meow or blorbo or whatever. there's plenty of them already on the f1 grid and in the junior categories

[declanharcourt]

[ jacob elordi, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! DECLAN HARCOURT just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for FIVE YEARS, working as a/an CASTING ASSISTANT. that can’t be easy, especially at only 28 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit CYNICAL and HEDONISTIC , but i know them to be CHARISMATIC and PASSIONATE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

001. stats

full   name.   declan gregory harcourt (hayes)

age.   twenty-four

date   of   birth.   november 2nd, 1999

place   of   birth.   los angeles, california

hometown: melbourne, australia

gender.   cis - man

pronouns.   he / him

sexual   orientation.   bisexual

personality type: ESFP

002. information

trigger warnings: abandonment, pregnancy mention

declan was born to a single mother who had moved to los angeles from australia in pursuit of stardom. he knew little about his biological father, as his mother always refused to discuss him, dismissing him as a nobody who didn't deserve them.

upon declan's birth, his mother realized she had to put her dreams on hold and grow up faster than she had imagined. despite the challenges, she never complained about the cards she’d been dealt. life in los angeles was expensive, and even with two jobs, she couldn't afford the rent. so, she decided to return to her hometown in australia.

eventually, his mom got a better job as a secretary, and when he was eleven years old, she married a dentist. his little sister arrived when he was twelve, and life improved significantly—though he had never really complained about his previous life.

declan did well academically and excelled in sports, particularly swimming and volleyball. he also starred in most of the school plays and was considered quite popular among his peers. after all, artistic talent ran in the family.

at fifteen, his life took a drastic turn when his biological father appeared one day after school. when the man intercepted him and bluntly declared he was his father, declan didn't believe him. later that day, his mother called him to the living room, and there he was again.

the story was a familiar one: a young, naive girl with dreams of becoming an actress meets a man who promises to make her a star. she falls in love, but he's only looking for an affair. she gets pregnant, and he's suddenly out of the picture because he's married. so, why was he here now?

the answer was simple and archaic: he wanted a son. he had been married and had two daughters, which apparently weren't good enough for him because he wouldn't "leave the family's company in the hands of women."

declan disliked the man at first sight, and listening to him speak made him even more unlikable. he refused to acknowledge him as his father, thinking that would be the end of it.

he was wrong. his father was quite wealthy, coming from a wealthy family with ties with the film industry, creating one of the biggest film studios in the world. the harcourt family was filthy rich.

it was no surprise when his father fought for custody. with the help of a lot of money, he won. declan was forced to leave australia and move back to los angeles, where his father believed he "belonged."

declan grew up resenting his father, longing for summers when he could visit his real family. under his father's guardianship, he was prepared to become the son his father had always wanted.. his last name was changed from hayes to harcourt, and he was transformed into someone who fit high society.

despite his resistance, declan found it hard not to be captivated by the lifestyle of the rich, especially when parts of it infuriated his father. by eighteen, he was well-known in the los angeles party scene, much to his father's dismay. the next year and a half was a blur of excesses he couldn't even begin to describe.

it all came to an end when he turned twenty and got into serious trouble. his father managed to get him out of it, but only with the promise that declan would behave. he enrolled him in university, chose a major for him, and for the first two years he followed the plan.

six years ago, he dropped out and cut out his father. he lived on his own for that year, and worked a 9 to 5 job. however, his father tracked him down and after realizing that he could no longer control declan, he made him a deal.

he offered to pay for his schooling if he chose to return to university, anywhere he wanted. he promised to support his decisions and ambitions, with one condition: that one day, he would agree to take over the family business when he could no longer manage it.

after some thinking, he decided to enroll in nyu film school. during that time, he did some quick internships and upon graduation, on year ago, he started working as a casting assistant. although he's still unsure what path he wants to pursue.

002. personality

declan is fully immersed in the present moment, savoring all that life has to offer.

he is frequently preoccupied with quick gratification and often fails to plan ahead.

this can be very frustrating to others as it seems he doesn’t take anything seriously, though he does, but only when it’s time to.

declan relies a lot on luck and takes life as it is without complaints.

he is an extremely social person, gaining most of his energy from being around people he cherishes.

declan loves talking about everything and nothing, especially passionate about films, music, and books.

he enjoys the spotlight and is the kind of person who would try to revive a dying party.

normally a very chill person, he rarely gets upset but is extremely sensitive.

when he believes someone is questioning or criticizing him, he has a hard time viewing such criticism as constructive and often reacts with rage and bitterness.

aside from that, he is pretty conflict-averse and will try everything to avoid uncomfortable situations.

deep down he also carries a lot of rage and resentment towards his father.

003. headcanons

his middle name is a tribute to his mom's favorite actor: gregory peck.

speaks broken italian and this is because while his mother was at work he was babysat by their italian neighbor whom he used to call nonna.

for his seventh birthday, his mother gave him a guitar. he's very good at it but now rarely plays it.

loves movies and music from the 50's, 60's and 70's.

he has a terrible relationship with his biological father's family except with his grandfather, whom he loves and the only person who he trusts in that family.

despite being a us citizen, he only holds an australian passport.

the only thing he has in common with his father is the love for films, although declan believes his passion for movies came from his mother.

his father got him an accent coach so he would lose the australian accent, although when he gets too excited or upset it will come out.

favorite movie: double indemnity. when it comes to music he listens from sinatra to the rolling stones. although his favorite band is oasis.

[caramel1mochi]

Weekend Together [Gekko x F! Reader]

Heya! Sorry for the long wait!

This is a part 2 to Trouble in Paradise because the symbiote in my brain won. I'll be writing one-shots and stories daily, and I'll be posting what's done whenever I can, maybe every other day. That means that I'll be separating this into many parts.

But that doesn't mean I won't try to perfect all of this! Quality over quantity, right?

Oh, also, I made a mistake in my last one. I should've used [A/N] because it stands for Agent name. It's fixed now, and Y/N stands for the actual name! Anyway, I'll shut up and get to it!

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Gekko x F! Reader. Part 1

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Gekko gets over his anxiety and finally asks you out, watching delightfully as you finally let your guard down. Or so he thinks.

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Like usual, today was another long day at work. Of course it was. All your subordinates usually spend their time mucking about until they’re called on a mission to do something, whilst the superiors (like you) break their backs trying to figure out the next step. Not that you minded. 

Well, okay, you did. But you just did a swell job at keeping it to yourself, among many other things. At the very least, you all had breaks on the weekends.

Today was Friday. Half past midnight, and you’d just peacefully finished your work. Perfect start to a weekend you’d spend alone, right?

Yeah, duh. Did you think I was gonna say ‘wrong’?

You walked down one corridor and tuned out the endless chatter of the agents near the lounge. The shortest route to your quarters had to always pass by this busy area. Usually you’d be ignored, maybe some of them would wave hello. Today was a bit different.

The loudest friend group sat around one table, noisily yapping to each other whilst their laughter filled the halls. But when they saw you, they all quieted down. But Jett choked on her laughter, coughing.

“Yo, A/N, what’s up?”

Phoenix called out, but the sight of Yoru slamming his hand against Jett’s back twice caught your eye. Weirdly enough, it turned out to be helpful.

Classy.

“Good day.”

“Anything new today?”

“Not much, you?”

“All’s well, mate!”

“Grand.”

The conversation was curt when you got out of their sight, not bothering to stop to actually speak to them. Your legs were sore and you had a headache, why would you stand there any longer for people who weren’t even your friends?

Harsh, but you weren’t the type to sugar coat things. Besides, they continued their own chatter after you left, Yoru’s voice standing out against theirs by the time you were a metre away from the entrance.

“Forty bucks to whoever guesses where she’s from.”

Yoru called out, earning a few looks from the rest. Jett, of course, used one hand to bring Dizzy closer to her and held out the other; palm outstretched.

“England. Hand it over, please.”

“Try again.”

“What? She is! She has an English accent. Phoenix, back me up!”

“Sorry, mate. Can’t help you there. It’s probably the queen’s english, but it’s mad artificial.”

“So the accent’s fake?”

“Yeah. If I were you, I’d go off the hair.”

They brought up your curly orange hair, each lock forming delicate ringlets. Unfortunately, their tidiness gets massacred on account of you always putting it up in a tight ponytail.

This made Raze perk up, loudly clapping once to gain all of their attention.

“Australian! That's right, she’s from Australia!”

“You’re saying that because Skye’s the only other redhead.”

“No! Well, okay, it sounds like it, but I meant that–”

“Sit down.”

Raze leaned back with a huff, Killjoy patting her on the shoulder with reassurance. As much as she wanted to reassure her, even she knew that you weren’t an Aussie like Skye was. Your accents didn’t match up, nor did the texture of your hair.

“Who’s next?”

Yoru looked around in amusement, watching the various expressions of confusion take over all of them. But just as quickly as one thought, the other came up with an answer. And this time, it was Killjoy.

“Norway!”

“Gekko wouldn’t be here if that was true.”

Gekko and Killjoy both shrinked at that sarcastic retort, now Raze comforting her with a pat on the shoulder. But, to be fair, it was kinda true.

Jett, with an immense amount of hesitation, raised her hand.

“Um, Wales?”

“That’s in the UK.”

“Oh! I got it, she’s from Sweden, yeah?”

“Mostly blondes.”

“Japan?!”

“What?”

“I don’t know!”

Killjoy cried out in defeat. Clearly, there was nobody in this room who didn’t want forty bucks for guessing a country correctly. But how the hell could all of them be so wrong? Statistically, at least one should be able to get a correct guess.

Gekko sat back on the couch and crossed his arms, mildly irked by the situation.

“So lame, man. You’re just shutting down all our answers. Do you know where she’s from?”

“No. I just know you’re all wrong.”

“How’re we supposed to make a correct guess without pulling up Wikipedia, then?”

“Hell if I know.”

Yoru stood up and swung his comb shut. Though his face carried a vacant expression, everyone could see the glimmer of pure unadulterated smugness in his eyes.

“Anyway, I’m done here. Call me when you figure it out. And make sure it’s not on my deathbed.”

He joked to himself as he walked away, leaving the entire group staring at him like a pack of starving puppies; which was on brand for such a cruel person like him. 

[ray935sworld]

VR's academy of supernatural riders (Part 14: Le mans 2012)

Posting it now cause apparently I forgot to post it here????

TW: Body transformation but not written as body horror

Alex Marquez had once again taken his seat at his brother’s side. It started to feel strangely familiar as the confusion and disappointment washed over him. He had actually believed this might be like Disney were they would be able to solve the devastating problem with only a magic potion. He wanted it so bad. He was so desperate to get the Marc that he knew and admired so much. Not this version of Marc which he could hardly recognize.

But this was real life.

So he sat down, on the right side of the bed. Dani and Jorge still at his other side. He stared at Marc unsure whether continuing to suppress his feelings or feeling them was the better solution. Based on the unmoved look of Marc’s face – his body seemingly frozen in one moment – he would soon be unable to keep up his facade and simply break. The decision, however, was taken from him, as Dani began to speak.

“I think we should tell you what is going on” “Oh really?!” Alex asked sarcastically. He stared at the older. He had offered a helpless way of rescuing Marc. “Cause you’re brilliant idea isn’t working” “I know, just… Maybe just give it a little time” “My brother might die during that little time. Maybe he doesn’t have any more time. Ever thought of that? Re-opening his wounds – are you even aware that we might committed accessory to murder?”

“Calm down. Listen. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away-“ “Jorge” Dani gave him a judgy look. He clearly was not amused about his attempted at bringing some humour at the situation. “The truth is… During the French Grand Prix back in 2012… We ehm… Found out something… Interesting.”

“Meaning?” Alex was getting exhausted. The combination of anger, disappointment and worry had drained him. “We were let it in a secret. It isn’t ours to tell and we normally would never but you need to know it. For Marc’s sake.”

“I assume, it’s about this weird… whatever the fuck I just agreed to - situation?” “Yes. And it is important you don’t break my trust in you, Alex.” “What?” “You are not allowed to tell anyone. Not even your parents. If it wouldn’t be necessary for Marc to know, you wouldn’t even be allowed to tell him. Nobody is allowed to know this. Do you understand what I am saying?” “You’re scaring me” “Good.”

It had been a long time since Dani had looked at him with a stern look like that one. “If you tell someone - anyone, many people, including Luca… and Marc, especially Marc, might be in danger. We are talking about life threatening danger.” “That- None of this makes sense.” “It will.” Jorge reassure him “But you have to swear to never tell anyone.” “I… I promise to never tell anyone”

Le Mans 2012…

Dani had expected that this particular weekend would end up being rememberable. His teammate had told him what he would do. Casey Stoner – the current championship leader, the one that had bought the title back to Australia once more – had announced his retirement. This statement had of course overshadowed everything else, not that the Spaniard minded. He preferred to stay in the background and do his job as good as possible.

He had taken pole on Saturday but lost the lead. He had ended in P4 only closely missing out on a podium. Rossi and the soon to be retired Stoner had been better. But a particular someone had won the race and therefore taken the lead in the championship.

His particular someone to be exact. Jorge. Jorge Lorenzo had won. He had stood on the top step of the podium and grinned down. His eyes had looked for only one person and found him in the mess of Honda staff.

The smile hadn’t left his lips for the rest of the day. He fulfilled his post-race duties, did media and debrief, celebrated with his team. It took some time but his smile didn’t died. He kept it hidden until it was getting dark. It was at that time, that he headed for a certain motorhome.

He found Dani quicker than he expected. He saw him walking on the main path and decided to leave his safer route, hidden between some containers to surprise his boyfriend.

He quickly got closer to him only to grab him around the waist and pull him tightly towards him. He felt him struggle. His arms moved to press against him roughly and his chest made a move forwards, as if he was trying to get away before he recognized the smell, the strong arms around his body and the soft voice whispering “You’re safe. It’s me.” He calmed immediately.

Dani felt Jorges head falling against his shoulder. Everyone else – maybe except his brother – would have been pushed away, but with Jorge, he actually enjoyed it. He carefully leaned against the younger ones cheek and closed his eyes. They smiled to themselves. They stayed like this for a moment, enjoying themselves without any form of pressure. It was dark enough with most people already gone for them to feel safe enough to do this.

Then the hands around his body started to wander. They went from his waist to the waistband of his shorts. Next thing he knew, they were under his shirt touching his skin. They were slightly cold but not in an uncomfortable way. Jorge slowly caressed his torso, let his fingers wander up and down his abs, like he did so many nights during the break that caused them to grow closer. At the same time, the younger one had turned his head to face the other. He softly kissed started to kiss his face, aiming for the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulders before slowly – almost lazily - moving up to his chin. He didn’t stay there for long. Instead he straightened slight to be able to carefully bit his ear. A soft moan escaped the Honda rider, only audible to the young champion.

It felt dirty. Being so open in public, both still dressed in their team shirts on a race track where everyone knew them, knowing there were story hungry journalist and enough riders holding grunges against at least one of them. It’d be so easy to get caught. But it felt too perfect to stop.

But Dani, being the ever voice of reason, took Jorge’s hand from his skin. “How about we move this to your motorhome?” He got an eager nod as a response and couldn’t help but laugh.

He turned around, their fingers still intervene. None of them dared to break the little bit of skin contact that was still left. Together they went towards the Honda trucks. Of course they didn’t made it.

They originally had planned to simply let go of each other when they realized they were no longer alone. As some voices they didn’t recognizes approached them, Jorge used the moment to pull the other quickly in an lonely alley. They ended up in a random, corner, Dani pressed against a wall in almost darkness. Both felt even more safe now. And therefore hornier than before. Their only reason not to jump on each other had remained at the main way.

Dani’s hands were pulling Jorge neck down to keep them connected in a heated kiss. They’re lips crashed together almost as violent as they themself did – mentally and sometimes physically - during a race. They kissed until they were both dizzy. Maybe a mix of love and lack oxygen.

He felt Jorge kissing his chin as he took a deep breath. His lips were slowly wandering down his throat. He kissed the sensitive part with wet lips. Dani moaned shamelessly. The sensation was almost killing him. He felt like his body was set on fire. Everything tingled. The moment felt like it was locking them in a short forever. He was grateful. There no thought of the past or the future. All that mattered were the sensations they gave too each other.

As if he was blind, Jorge started touching the older rider. He wanted to remember every fucking aspect of his beautiful body. He wanted to learn the placement of every single scar to be able to kiss them. His hands were running down his sides, feeling the fabric pressed against his own hands as he kept it away from his lover’s frame. As if he was afraid he’d run, he kept his hands possessively around him. He hold him in place and blocked him with his body from leaving. Not that Dani even thought about it.

“I want you so fucking bad, you have no idea” Lorenzo whispered. Dani grinned. Based on the growing sensation around his stomach, he had a good idea. The way his own shorts felt tighter around his waist added to the growing excitement between them.

“You have me” he answered.

Champagne and standing on the top step would always lean towards the almost inevitable winner sex.

Dani grinned and kissed his boyfriend before steadying himself on his hips and turning them around. Despite his height, he wasn’t a weak man and since his lover would do anything, changing their position was quite easy. Now Jorge was the one leaning against the wall. And god – oh well, maybe more Asmodeus, demon of lust – knew where this was going.

Dani dropped to his knees, a look in his face like a cat about to catch a mouse. He was pressing the younger one against the cold stones as he heard a soft noise of pleasure escaping the Majorcan’s mouth.

“Oh god, Dani” To say he was beautiful was an understatement. Jorge would have traded every win for this sight. The man he was allowed to call his boyfriend, his person, his Dani Pedrosa, was on his knees in front of him. He was looking up at him and only him with dark brown eyes and a dirty smile before letting his hands wander under his boxers.

He inhaled sharply as he felt the sensation around his already sensitive –

“YOU FUCKER!” A voice yelled. It was so close. Terrifying close as they had gotten lost in each other. They both flinched. Some senses were knocked back into them. Both realizing who they were and where and what they put at risk.

The sudden interruption caused Dani to pull his hand away and trying to step back to create an unsuspicious distance. He ended up on the ground as he was unable in his panic to control his feet. They were both staring towards the opening in their corner.

They could almost feel the present of the person. They were holding their breaths, praying whoever it was didn’t had a reason to enter this dark valley of the paddock. Both didn’t really know what to do otherwise and how to react.

They just waited and hoped for the best.

“LUCA!” While the name still hang in the air, a dog ran towards them. Its huge shoulders moved up and down while its back followed in an even movement. Its paws seemed to hit the ground for only a fracture of a second as he continued.

It was just turning in the corner, its head still looking back while continue to run. It was heading towards them.

Jorge felt his breath stop at this realization.

The animal in front of him was only at first glance considered a dog. It was too big to be one. The animal was actually huge. And it looked like a wolf. The ears similar to a triangle but with a round shape at the top. The long snout and strong legs. Definitely a wolf.

Then the animal turned back to them. Piercing blue eyes landed on Jorge. Then focused on Dani. Without hesitation the younger Spaniard stepped in front of Dani. At the same time, the animal almost immediately froze in its movement.

It stared at the two rider. They stared back. They tried to recall the old tails they had heard at some point. Should they avoid the eyes or focus on them? No one seemed to be able to react properly as everyone involved had been caught off guard.

Dani slowly took in more details about the animal. Its fur was dark brown with soft lighter sprinkles. If he’d saw it in a documentary, he’d probably be fascinated. But not now that he saw his sharp, white teeth scaringly close. Salvia was running down his mouth. He noticed one of the teeth that could probably easily tear down skin was missing and it scared him even more. At which enemy would even a wolf bite his teeth out?

The dog was biting something, holding it in his jaw. It seemed to be metallic. The shape appeared to be similar. And then he recognized it. That was a trophy. The Le Mans 2012 MotoGP trophy to be exact. He had seen both Jorge’s and Casey’s. So judging from the size, it must be the 2nd place one.

“GET YOUR FURRY ASS HERE, LUCA!” The voice returned. It was male. He didn’t sound like he was angry. It sounded like he was trying not to laugh and act upset. And now they were able to recognize it. That was undoubtedly Vale.

Panic hit Jorge once more. If Vale was calling for Luca, that meant the younger one was somewhere around here. And if he was wandering around while a literal wolf – which seemed to be scared – was going around… This couldn’t go well. After all, didn’t animals usually use attack as a way of defence?

Before he could think his actions over, the Italian appeared. “There you are, bambino. Did you finally run enough, Luca? Can we-“ he asked before stopping in his track. He had just spotted the two riders.

The silence that occurred was long and awkward.

Rossi used it to stare at them while the Spaniards brains were working with the new informations.

Luca was nicknamed bambino by Vale. Luca had piercing blue eyes. Luca had access to the 2nd place trophy as his brother had won it just hours ago.

The pieces were falling in places. There was only one reason why Vale didn’t looked terrified of the wolf in front of him. He didn’t even looked surprised until he had seen the two humans. Fuck. They even exchanged a glance. There was something unplaceable in the oldest eyes. It made Jorge want to scream but he was still too close to the animal and he wouldn’t dare risking making the wolf furious. No reason to awake sleeping lions. No reason to make a calm wolf angry.

None of this made sense, yet the explanation was so obvious that it was unbelievable.

It could have been fractures of seconds or close to hours until someone dared to break the silence again and put the obvious in words.

“Why the fuck do you talk to a literal wolf like he’s your brother?” Dani asked almost breathless. The animal was looking at the Italian. Again. Was he looking for… reassurance? Based on his timing he had definitely understood. His blue eyes seemed to ask an unspoken question which Vale answered but putting his hand on his head. His fingers carefully caressed his fur. He whispered something.

After he did, the wolf lowered his head. He put the trophy down. A single drop of salvia ran down the metal. They didn’t notice of course. Not when there was an animal that laid down only for his fur to change. His bones seemed to shift under his skin. His form changed. A whine escape its throat. Both Spaniards refused to look. Only after the sounds had died, around 1 or 2 minutes later, they turned around again.

The wolf has disappeared. Luca was now sitting next to Vale, who kneeled on the ground as well. He was clearly checking over the small body of the boy. The boy’s cheeks were flashed with red. His chest was rising and falling quickly. He was just wearing shorts and a loose shirt as he nodded to a question Vale had inaudibly whispered.

Luca. Bambino. Trophy. Wolf disappeared while Luca appeared at the same time. You didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to understand what had happened. Even though maybe even he had his trouble believing the never lying evidences.

Dani looked at Jorge. He was as pale as he felt. He never really believed in supernatural beings. He had grown out of it after he had stopped being scared on Halloween. He had played pretend for Eric until he too understood the difference between mythology, folklore and reality.

Now he learned that the borders between those things might not be as clear as he had assumed.

He could have argued until the end of days that those creature didn’t exist, asking why there weren’t any trace of them. But now he saw a wolf change into a 14 year old Italian with a missing teeth and long hair. Now he had an undeniable prove of their existence.

“You weren’t supposed to see that” Vale stated as he helped Luca up. He quickly hide the little body behind his own. They could barely see the little Italian. But what Dani saw, was nothing besides a frighten boy. Vale turned to them, while giving the Spaniards a pointy look. “I am willing to talk about it… If both of you swear that this stays between us. You will never talk about it. With no one. Not even your spouses or parents or siblings. No one. Understood?” “Okay” “Yeah” they agreed.

Vale looked at them for a few more seconds. He was trying to see through them, as if he could see whether they were lying or not. Dani felt like his father trying to figure out if he was telling the truth about the dimensions of a party was watching him. At last, the doctor finally nodded to show they were cleared.

They quickly followed him to his motorhome. The Ducati rider let them in, directed them to his living are, taking some papers from a table while addressing his brother in Italian. Luca hadn’t said a word yet, he nodded to the question and slowly Dani was getting worried too. His young face was scrunched in worry. He looked like he was about to cry. Guilt was written all over his face. The Honda rider couldn’t stand it so he smiled at the youngest.

“Luca, are… you know that whatever is going on here or between us and them-“ To get his point across he eyed his boyfriend and then Vale. “We would never want to hurt you or Valentino. Never. You know that, right?” Jorge nodded to show that the same could be said about him and Vale looked slightly released. He gave them a kind smile. Maybe the first one Jorge received in some time.

“I… Thank you” the youngest said, while looking at his feet. He couldn’t help the slight shiver in his voice. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you in that alley. I wouldn’t have gone there if I had known.” “I sure hope so, dumbass” Vale laughed and the tension eased. “From all the places you could have gone, you decided that the one way that wasn’t abandoned, was a perfect place to go” “Sorry”

A red flush hit his face. He seemed to know that he had screwed up. Pitiful, Dani hoped to make him feel even slightly better. “Don’t worry, Luca. We wont say anything. I promise” “Thank you.” “Yeah” Vale agreed. “That would be very good. If you do spell the beans on us, this could end up… rather painful for us”

“What does that mean?” “Wait. Us? You mean to tell us… You are… you know… too?”

“A werewolf. Yes. Yes, I am a werewolf, just like my brother. We are born werewolves, not turned.” “Of course” Jorge commentated sarcastically. “So you and Wolfie here are werewolf brothers… What in the actual fuck?”

“Allora, I know it’s hard to understand for humans like you-“ “Humans like us?” “Yes. You are humans, aren’t you? This would be a great opportunity to confess otherwise. Trust me, I am the last to judge” He smiled, but his usual smile was accompanied by teeth that were slightly too sharp and dominant to be human.

“So like I said… we live hidden in front of human’s eyes. Being discovered would be very, very dangerous for us. There are too many people that hunt us for several things to be an as reckless idiot as Luca was today when he changed in front of you”

“Okay, so… Apart from you, who else knows?” Dani decided to see the whole thing fro the logical side. He could worry about what Rossi’s statements implied and how that would change his worldview forever later. “Not many.” The Italian shrugged. “In the paddock, only Uccio. Outside a handful of people I deeply trust” “Are there more?” Dani asked curious. His need for understanding and curiosity kicked in. “Yes. And they are none of your business”

“Are you dangerous?”

This questioned made the easy atmosphere disappear in a haze. Dani stared at Jorge in disbelief. How could he ask something like this? Luca looked taken aback as well. Hurt was clear in his eyes as he quickly turned to face the wall.

“No. We have gone through changes since we were 10.” Vale slowly explained. “We have naturally a very good control over the wolf.” “Legends say werewolf go feral during full-moon. What about that? Do you look yourself with some metal chains against a heater?” “No. We still are in control. Young, changed wolfs or those who refused to accept the new part of themselves are dangerous. Born ones only when they left their human side behind. Then they are like any other wolf… We might behave more animalistic but we still have enough control to stay away from humans and only hunt animals”

“So you eat raw, dirty animal?” Jorge teased with a grin. “The famous Italian cuisine, I guess.” “Oh, fuck off!” Vale laughed. “But seriously, there is no way we are actually hurting someone. There are no humans with us during a change and we stay away from villages. Only if a human would approach us, if we went feral and then turned angry, we’d attack. But that is very much impossible.”

“Okay… I trust you” Jorge decided. Their conversation continued. The humans were still trying to completely wrap their head around what they’ve just heard. The mood shifted as Luca and Vale grew more comfortable with talking about their supernatural gift.

They were honest and slowly the thought of werewolves in the paddock lost its earlier absurdity.

After some time, Vale decided to ask his own question, directed at the time. “You know… When I’m thinking about it… Why the hell were you two even in a dark lonely dead end street like that? Especially that late in the evening? There are no more fans or journos you would have needed to hide from.”

Dani’s face already turned red up to his ears. “Eh… Nothing” Jorge submitted as he quickly took another sip of the beer that Vale had handed him some time ago. He silently hoped that the topic would be dropped as both weren’t out and Dani was rather careful who knew what.

The topic was not getting dropped. Instead, Luca answered his brother’s question with a pointy grin only a young teenager knowing they were causing trouble, could produce. “They were about to have sex” he said without showing at least some kind of hesitation.

“Luca?!” Jorge exclaimed, clearly upset and feeling betrayed while the young boy just grinned wider over his reaction. He had done it on purpose. Small fucking bastard. He had exactly known what he was getting them into.

Vale lowered his glass of whiskey slightly as he looked between his ex-teammate and one of his friends. “You were having sex?” They both knew that Vale was bisexual so his mocking tone was not him being homophobic. He seemed rather amused.

“You had sex and that in front of my poor, innocent baby-brother.” “Innocent?” Dani asked annoyed. “Then how did we know what we were doing?” “As if you were any better!” Jorge exclaimed which earned him a shock look of the oldest. “Excuse me?” “No, he’s right. I think I saw more asses of his one night stands than faces.” Luca said, swapping sides once more. His deadpan glance made Jorge laugh.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, anyway?” Vale tried to get out the situation. “Why are you so old you don’t have any energy past 11pm?” “You did not-“ “I think we will leave you to discuss this” Dani decided and stood up. They quickly said their good-byes, once more promising and reassuring the non-humans to never talk about what they’ve just heard. They would also not treat them any different.

As they left the motorhome with the number 46, they were both thinking about what they just heard. Dani went over everything. He remembered seeing Luca in his wolf form for the first time. The way Jorge had immediately stood in front of him. Suddenly another thought crossed his mind. “Jorge… Didn’t you said you were afraid of dogs?” causing the younger one to blush.

A few years later they would meet a changed werewolf. A young man, born human that had been turned into a werewolf a few years prior. He told them that it was possible to heal any injuries with the change if they weren’t too severe. That’s how he had been changed. _____

Alex had listened silently. He hadn’t really reacted to Dani’s words. He had simply let him talk and not interrupted. But now they had finished. He was expected to answer. He was supposed to give them a reaction. He considered telling them that they were sick bastards for making this shit up. He felt like he was being mocked. Like he was just a child, being told not to worry about something cause a magical saviour would give him his brother back.

As if werewolves were real. He had never heard anyone talk about supernatural creatures as if they were real. Not even Luca. He had even joked about it before. Last October, he had laughed about Alex when he was putting up Halloween decorations. He had helped him cause he loved spooky season as much as he did, but hadn’t he taken the false teeth of his vampire costume and made jokes? Hadn’t he called Alex childish (in a loving way) for sometimes still wishing to be able to believe in a world like that. He had.

The thought that during all that, Luca was part of such a world that did in fact exists… It hurt him in a way he had never considered. After all, hadn’t they promised complete honesty? They had seen too many relationship crumble under it and now their own…

Alex wasn’t even sure if they were still together. He wanted to keep referring to him as his ex, as he did early, but now that the rage had settled and he had caught a glimpse of the other side of the story, he wasn’t so sure anymore. After all, Luca had only tried to help him and Marc.

In his own, weird way. But the question why he hadn’t simply be honest remained. He understood that Luca was being careful but if he had intended to change Marc, he would have inevitably known, sooner or later. So why wait? Did he not trust him? Or them?

The more he thought about it, the more did the pictures return. Luca just standing there, his hands red. Marc slowly bleeding out. The emptiness and shock he had felt. The mix of wanting to be held by Luca for comfort and wanting to hit him as hard as he could. Luca had almost killed Marc. He had almost taken the person away that Alex spent every day with. But he did it so he could get him back.

He sighted softly, wishing he could shut his brain out. Just for a few seconds. He simply needed a short silence.

He looked at Jorge and Dani. They were looking at him with serious eyes. He returned the glance. They still expected to hear him laugh or curse or show any reaction. He wanted to satisfy him. Maybe answering helped him sort his emotions as well.

He didn’t look at Marc. He didn’t dare to. He was afraid of what he might see.

They were not kidding. He knew that now. The feeling of being mocked slightly disappeared. They told him the truth. Alex had agreed to try and changed his brother. He was the one that asked them to do it. He had basically asked Luca to do it. He had begged for an escape. He had done this to his own brother.

Then a hand grabbed his arm.

“A-Alex?” The familiar voice almost chocked on the word.