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quigzahhutt · 8 months ago
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9 or 46 with Liam/Alex
ooooh I think I'm gonna try and do both >:) save me 2021 vaguely toxic lialex ....
9. "in public" / 46. "out of envy or jealousy"
for the kiss prompt game!
Alex was leaving. Alex was getting calls and offers and lifelines and he was leaving. He wouldn't be Liam's teammate for the rest of the year. He's talking to other people and he doesn't need Liam to drive him around anymore and it's gut-wrenching.
And it's ridiculous how much Liam cares– how much he wishes he was in Alex's seat, wearing his uniform and being pulled aside by all these seemingly important people who are here to offer him jobs.
He hates how much he feels left behind. He hates how much he knows Alex doesn't feel the same.
Because Alex is always so dismissive. He thanks Liam for the ride, and then battles him on track for p7 like it's the most important overtake of his life. He sounds so much smarter in debriefs, well-educated in the discussion in a way Liam has never been able to achieve.
He wants to be Alex. He wants to be the one getting calls from red bull, from Williams and Alfa Romeo. He wants to make the impact that Alex has, and yet he can't even make an impact on the guy himself.
Because Alex is leaving on Monday, and he seems hardly affected by it at all; but Liam is so affected it makes him dizzy. He's losing his teammate– his teammate he so desperately wants to be. His teammate who will probably replace Liam with a brand new, totally smart teammate in 2 weeks time.
Someone nudging his shoulder forces Liam back into his body, and he flinches where he's sitting, completely unaware of what was just discussed in the team briefing. The bony shoulder could only belong to one person.
Alex's ridiculously elongated figure unfolds from the booth seat next to him, and he has an easy smile on his lips as he juts his head in the direction of the door, signally Liam to get up and start making his way to the track.
When Liam doesn't move, Alex's lips shift into a frown, his eyebrows curling into something concerned.
"You alright, mate?" His cool accent slips easily through his teeth, and it makes Liam furiously jealous.
His voice is always so collected, proper and organized like a faultless machine, and he envies it every time he hears Alex speak during team meetings, because Liam is nothing like that.
Liam is young, and his naivete sneaks out of his mouth without his consent, and it makes it so painfully obvious, then, why Alex is always the desired one.
Because he's calculated; Alex knows what he wants and he's good at getting it. Liam is sure that everyone only remembers him for his undeveloped maturity and his foul mouth.
That's probably all Alex will remember him for, too.
Suddenly, Liam is standing up, calling Alex's name and catching his attention, waving him back to the team motorhome. He has to make sure Alex knows him for something special, something that other people don't know.
Alex makes his way back quickly, skipping a step on his way up the utilitarian stairs, the metal skeleton rattling with each press of Alex's weight.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Alex asks, reiterating himself from earlier, and Liam wants to scoff.
"This is your last race," he states plainly, as if Alex doesn't know that clear as day.
"Yeah? Are you- is there something you're worried about?" Alex asks, his tone shifting with genuine concern, seemingly conflicted over whether or not to take Liam's distress seriously.
A nonsensical fury bubbles up in Liam's esophagus, and he can hardly stop himself before he surges up and presses his lips to Alex's.
It catches them both off guard, so it results in something clumsy and uncoordinated. He has to stand on his tip toes, and his hands are placed ungracefully on Alex's hips, while Alex's hands are idling in the air, braced like he expected Liam to tackle him to the ground.
Alex is soon shoving him off by the shoulders, a borderline disgusted expression on his face, but Liam knows the truth– he had felt Alex's lips press harder against his, how they moved in a way that could only be purposeful, even if it was for the briefest moment.
"Liam- what the hell? You can't just-" Alex is speechless, his mouth opening and closing, small noises of disbelief eking out now and again.
"That was so stupid, what were you thinking- Liam, what the fuck," he finally settles on with a breathless laugh, and his hands are still planted heavily on Liam's shoulders, his arms straightened out as if to keep him away.
Liam's arms are hanging loosely at his sides now, and the tips of his fingers tingle with something like regret, or maybe thrill; they might as well be the same thing.
"I know what I'm doing, dude, just-" Liam spits, interrupted by a humorless laugh from Alex, the sound cutting through the air without remorse.
"Clearly not! This is-" Alex is back to doing his stuttering thing again, starting and ending sentences before they can even form into a coherent thought.
"You kissed back," Liam points out, cutting off Alex's spluttering, and the other man's face twists into something he couldn't explain even if he tried.
It's something like shock, but deeper, saturated with an unhealthy layer of guilt, and something else indescribable.
"That's not- this could ruin our careers, Liam, do you even realize how fucking- just, ridiculous you're being," Alex asks, except it's not a question; it's aimed at him like he's trying (and failing) to teach him a lesson.
The door next to them is still wide open, their profiles exposed the rest of the trailer park. Anyone could have seen them kiss, could have seen the way Alex reciprocated, could have seen the way they're both teeming with raw energy.
"It's not like either of us have much of a career to ruin," Liam spits, and that's when Alex finally lets go, releases Liam's shoulders from his grasp with a harsh shove.
"You know what- I'm leaving. Just- come to the garage when you can, and don't do that ever again. Fucking ridiculous," Alex huffs before storming off, gliding down the stairs in one easy motion before he begins slogging his way through the damp grass surrounding their trailer.
Liam just watches as Alex leaves; he feels miles away already, like he's already left the team, raced his last race and abandoned this part of his history like it never happened.
Liam knows it did, though. He has a feeling Alex won't forget it, either.
ooohhhhh this request was HARD but I actually LOVED writing it!!
it was nice writing Liam and Alex again, too; 2021 lialex is one of my favorite dynamics to write– there's just SO MUCH THERE. age difference, power imbalance, bratty Liam, weak conscience Alex. it has everything and more and I love it
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foudreika · 2 months ago
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F1 Rainbow Illustrations
All the rainbow illustrations I did between last year and this year! :D Always super satisfying to put them all together lol
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isacksteban · 1 month ago
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disasteraleks · 22 days ago
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You wish you never ever met h̶e̶r̶ him at all
This took way too long and I'm not entirely sure I'm happy with it, anyway...
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feketeribizli · 4 months ago
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2024 grid babyyy 😁 randomized art styles for no particular reason (i was too lazy to make twenty uniform portraits then i realized ive drawn like only half the grid before lol) dead wife bit and close ups under the cut !
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no-144444 · 16 days ago
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the grid: can you fight?
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꩜ featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, George Russell, Kimi Antonelli, Alex Albon, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Max Verstappen, Charles LeClerc, Lewis Hamilton, Ollie Bearman, Jack Doohan, Franco Colapinto, & Paul Aron
꩜ banner creds: bronzewasp
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Oscar Piastri: nonchalant 
McLaren media days were usually long and boring, and today was no different. Thankfully, they were on the last video, reading thirst tweets? Whatever that meant. Oscar had an ipad open in front of him, and he scrolled past a tweet that read ‘face card is insane’, not really understanding what the meant, but thanking the poster anyway. The next tweet was a picture of you, and a caption, ‘can you fight @.oscarpiastri ?’. Beside the photo of you, was a particularly terrible photo of himself. He stopped, lingering on your photo. It was a photo he knew well, the photo he keeps in his wallet. You, looking like a fucking goddess in a photobooth. Him, looking like a twat. He laughed (probably too hard), and Lando joined in. 
“So this one is a photo of my fiancé, and says ‘can you fight?’,” he explained. “I’d like to think I could hold my own, especially for Y/n,” he chuckled, Lando dying of laughter beside him. “But I probably couldn’t take on all of her fans.” 
“Mate,” Lando wheezed. “You look possessed!”
“I wasn’t, I was just arguing,” he chuckled. Lando’s laughter was becoming offensive now. “I don’t look that bad!”
“Sure mate, sure,” he giggled, wiping his tears away. 
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Lando Norris: Crazy town! 
He was busy scrolling on instagram, post after post of you coming up on his feed. He was not complaining. You looked so hot in every single edit, every picture, everyone agreed too. He felt his ego grow. He’d bagged you. He’d convinced you to go out with him. Holy shit. 
One caption caught his eyes though. ‘@.landonorris, can you fight?’. He frowned. Obviously. Of course he could fight. Of course he would fight. You were his girlfriend. 
He did what he did best, and commented. Probably wasn’t the best idea since Zak called him maybe 10 minutes later. 
Oops!
What was the comment, you may ask?
landonorris I can fight and fuck, why do you think she stays with me?
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George Russell: actually couldn't care less 
“Can you fight George Russell?” he repeated, reading the caption of the edit. The Mercedes media team giggled behind the camera as Kimi clapped a hand on his shoulder, laughing a little too hard. “I’d hope so, considering this many people want to steal my girlfriend from me,” he chuckled. “Blimey!” he stared at the photo in front of him. It was one of his favourites, one that he’d taken. One where you’d kissed him after he took it, so happy with his work. “I know she’s beautiful, but she is my girlfriend, and the internet should remember that.” 
“Maybe you need to post her more,” Kimi shrugged. 
George rolled his eyes. “Are we really getting to the stage where Kimi is giving me social media advice? What’s he going to do next, take over my instagram for a day?”
“That’s a good idea,” he heard the social media manager mumble. He face-palmed. 
“Anyway, back to the problem at hand,” he cleared his throat. “Yes, I can fight.” 
“No you can’t!” Lando cackled from nearby. 
George just stared at the camera as everyone else laughed.
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Kimi Antonelli: logical 
“Can I fight?” he read out the caption of a fan edit of you. He giggled nervously. “Why would I need to? We’re already together.” 
“It’s just something people say online,” George chuckled. “People ask me the same all the time.”
“Well, this person doesn’t even know her, right? How would they think she’d pick them over me?” 
George was laughing now, amused by how literally Kimi was taking this. “Mate, it’s a joke.”
“Well, they posted it!” Kimi argued back. “Clearly they meant something!”
George actually couldn’t respond. He was laughing too much.  “My gosh,” he tutted, scrolling past the post. “She’s my girlfriend.”
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Alex Albon: secure 
“‘Can I fight?’, yes, and I will,” his voice was sharp and Carlos giggled beside him. “Y/n is my girlfriend. She wouldn’t choose you anyway, but if we must fight, yes, I would win. Next!” he sassed as he scrolled to the next post. It was another one of you and him, ‘how did he do it?’. He rolled his eyes. “My irresistible charm and handsome face,” he deadpanned to the camera and Carlos was busy dying of laughter beside him. “Next,” he scrolled again, and it was a picture of you and Alex after he proposed to you, ‘if he ever proposed to me in b-board shorts (!!!) and a linen shirt, he’s getting a no’, and he stared at the camera. “Are you fucking joking? What is wrong with that outfit?!” he demanded, as the entire media team doubled over with laughter, Carlos almost falling out of his chair. “People online are too nit-picky these days,” he shook his head.
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Carlos Sainz: pisses him off lmao
He rolled his eyes as yet another thirst edit of you with an insanely graphic caption appeared on his tiktok. “Fuck’s sake,” he cursed. Your ears perked up and you started to rub his back again. 
“Alright?” you asked, eyes still on your computer, glued to whatever film you were both meant to be watching, but he’d turned over the look at his phone instead. You hadn’t seemed to mind. 
“Why do all of your fans and mine want to fight me?” he groaned, stretching his arms above his head as he turned around, burying his face in your neck. “Fucking stupid.” 
You giggled. “Not my fault I’m sexy.” 
“All your fault you’re sexy,” he said, muffled by your hoodie. His hand ventured up your hoodie, not uncommon, so you didn’t say anything. “We should release a sex tape or something-”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” you squealed, shoving his hand out from under your top. “Do you want my career to be over?!” 
He shrugged. “People could see just how much you want me,” he moved closer somehow, as you stared back at him, dumbfounded, jaw dropped. He chuckled. “That’s usually how you look when you-”
“Shut up Carlos!
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Daniel Riccardo: smug bastard! 
“‘Can you fight?’, yes, but I don’t need to,” he laughed, his smile bright and smug. The photo in front of him was one of you at an Enchanté event, taking pictures with fans. You looked radiant. If only the public knew he took you home and fucked you on the counter the second you tow got in the door. 
“You don’t need to?” Max spurred him on. 
“Nope,” he proudly shook his head. “I’ve got some photos on my phone-”
“Enough!” their media manager shouted, cutting him off. “Stop talking!”
Both of them burst into laughter, doubling over. When they finally calmed down, Daniel winked at the camera. “Don’t worry, I’d never show them.”
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Liam Lawson: out of his league
“Yes, I can fight,” he rolled his eyes, scrolling past it, only to be met with another one. You in various posts he’d made, photos he’d taken, days he remembered. He adored you, it was clear to anyone. You were the majority of his insta feed. “I know she’s gorgeous-”
“And out of your league,” Yuki added, smirking. 
Liam’s jaw dropped. “Fuck off!” he laughed. “She is not-! Ok, maybe yeah she is, but come on man,” he chuckled. “Give me a break!” 
“Mate, I’m just being truthful,” he shrugged. “She’s totally out of your league.”
Liam scoffed. “I know! But we don’t have to point it out!”
“I mean, we can though,” Yuki laughed. “We could also mention the fact that she asked you out, and not the other way around.”
“Well I was hardly going to ask her out, she’s out of my league!”
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Max Verstappen: annoying
“Why do your fans want to fight me?”he scoffed, throwing his phone down on the bed, between you two. He turned to look at you, and you continued reading. He rolled his eyes and pulled the book out of your hands, much to your dismay. He bookmarked it and placed it on his bedside table, then turned back to you. You were scowling at him. 
“What?” you demanded. 
“Why do your fans want to fight me?” he asked again, his hands reaching for you. 
“I don’t fucking know,” you scoffed. “Give me back my book Max.”
“Come here,” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs intertwining with his. He pressed his lips to yours, gently, and you melted into him. He loved this, the gentle and slow nights he got with you. Enjoying the silence you gave each other. He pulled back, a smug smile on his lips. “Your fans couldn’t do that.”
You rolled your eyes and reached behind his head, grabbing your book back. “I’d let anyone do that if it meant they wouldn’t steal my book,” you shot back, turning the other way from him. He chuckled and squeezed your ass. 
“Brat,” he smirked. 
You flipped him off in return, but he knew you were smiling. 
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Charles LeClerc: so pathetic it’s insane
“I will not fight!” he announced, startling Lewis beside him. They were just meant to be replying to thirst tweets, but he’d fallen down a rabbit hole. He turned his head up to the camera, completely serious. “She chose me! She doesn’t want any of you!”
Lewis started laughing beside him, the hilarity of it all getting to him. 
“She’s my wife! Look!” he held up his ring finger with the golden wedding band you’d placed just mere months ago. He hadn’t taken it off yet. “She loves me!” 
“I think they get it mate,” Lewis chuckled. 
“They better,” he scoffed. “Right, onto the next one!”
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Lewis Hamilton: lowkey freaky (actually just sassy!)
“Lewis, can you fight?!” one of the fans cheered from the side of the carpet. He rolled his eyes as you laughed, waving at the fan before starting to walk over there. Not on his watch. He pulled you back by his hand on your wrist and smirked. The crowd roared at the interaction between the two of you. 
“You’re not going over there,” he murmured. 
“I have to see what he’s offering,” you teased, your voice low so as to not be picked up by the hundreds of cameras pointed at the two of you. “Maybe it’s better-”
“Nothing is better than us,” his grip on your waist tightened. “Need me to remind you?”
“You’re talking a lot of game, old man,” you chuckled, kissing his cheek. “Don’t forget your abilities now.” 
He scoffed in your face, his jaw dropping. “Bitch,” he sassed, making you laugh. “Don’t piss me off.”
You acquiesced, kissing his lips before taking his hand and leading him further up the carpet. 
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Ollie Bearman: used to it 
“Can you fi-” he cut himself off, scrolling on. “We’re not doing that.” 
“It’s a genuine question Ollie,” Kimi nudged him. Their first interview together since they moved to F1 was meant to be about tweets on Bearelli, but it had quickly sent them down a rabbit-hole of their own girlfriends. 
“Shut up mate,” he scoffed, scrolling again and only finding more and more questions on whether or not he could keep you. Kimi just kept laughing. “You won’t be laughing in a minute when these are about you.” 
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Jack Doohan: embarrassed 
Jack had learnt that Pierre was the kind of guy to keep a joke going, but he never thought it’d get this far. They had been looking at thirst tweets, and one of you had come up, asking if Jack could fight, but he’d gone bright red the second your name was mentioned. Pierre cackled beside him as he held his head in his hands, wishing for the world to swallow him up. Come race day, Pierre had hidden print-outs of the tweet all over the Alpine garage. 
“J, why is this on your wall?” you questioned as you held up one of the print-outs. 
He went bright red. Again. 
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Franco Colapinto: (shockingly) normal
“So Franco, since you and your girlfriend Y/n have gone public with your relationship, many people on the internet have one question, can you fight?” the host chuckled. 
“Can I fight? Yes, yes I can fight. I don’t need to though, my girlfriend loves me,” he laughed, looking to you. You were so embarrassed, I mean, head-in-hands embarrassed. He continued on, never stopping to think about what he was saying. “No, but I do understand, my Y/n is very beautiful, and I am very lucky. I love her very much. Anyway, most people couldn’t handle her, if you get what I mean.” 
“Well said,” the host laughed, trying to continue with some sort of professionalism. “Got some brownie points there.” 
“Hopefully,” Franco winked at you, as you stood behind the camera, shocked by his statement.
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Paul Aron: sassy queen! 
“‘Can I fight’? Have you seen me?” he flexed his arm up, showing off his (huge) arms, as you laughed beside him. He shook his head. “Silly, silly people,” he tutted. “It is a nice photo though, you look very beautiful,” he turned to you. 
“Thanks baby,” you murmured back, scrolling on and only seeing more calls for Paul to step aside and let others in. 
He stared the camera down as you were distracted and mouthed ‘she’s mine’ to the many viewers.
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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)
mclaren masterlist (OP81 &LN4)
ferrari masterlist (CL16, LH44 & AL65 )
williams & mercedes masterlist (GR63, KA12, CS55 LS2 &AA23)
redbull & vcarb masterlist (MV1, DR3 & LL40)
alpine masterlist (JD7, PA17, FC43)
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argentinagp · 2 months ago
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f1 2025 helmets
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jungwnies · 14 days ago
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f1 grid | juno positions
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୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : every driver and which juno position from sabrina carpenter's tour suits them >.>
୨ৎ : genre : suggestive... kinda smutty idk (i don't really write smut anymore so this is a rare one...) obv some are the same positions.. i couldn't sit through an 8 minute video of all the juno positions LMFAO ୨ৎ : tws : suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 597
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i couldn't help but post this so soon LMFAO it was such a fun request i couldn't leave it sitting there waiting to be queued ... too good ty anon <3
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ʚ・red bull
max verstappen - standing doggy no time for nonsense, just efficient execution. aggressive, locked-in, and somehow still makes you feel completely taken care of. terrifyingly good at everything, including this.
yuki tsunoda - cowgirl tiny menace. gives full chaos and control. jokes around, then ruins you. he’s in charge, not you. don’t be fooled by the baby face.
ʚ・mercedes
george russell - legs up missionary textbook performance, but with precision and tenderness. prepped for this moment like it was a championship strategy. probably asks if you’re comfortable mid-way through.
kimi antonelli - bridge young but scarily talented. pulls it off like it’s nothing and casually shrugs after. doesn’t even realize how hot he looks doing it.
ʚ・ferrari
charles leclerc - reverse cowgirl quiet in interviews, dramatic on the radio. gives you “hopeless romantic who pretends not to care” energy. lets you take the lead but still makes it cinematic somehow.
lewis hamilton - spooning luxury. candles. playlist curated to the vibe. everything is intentional, soft, and meaningful. says “i got you” and means it.
ʚ・mclaren
lando norris - ballet dancer starts off laughing, then surprises you with full performance energy. twirls you around like it’s a rom-com, then bites your neck for fun.
oscar piastri - tucked missionary he’s calm, quiet, and absolutely calculated. very into the technical details. doesn’t make a fuss but has you clutching the sheets like ??? how???
ʚ・aston martin
fernando alonso - squatting cowgirl age is just a number. balances like a yoga master, keeps eye contact, and somehow turns it into a motivational speech halfway through.
lance stroll - one-leg-up missionary chill, not flashy, but shockingly good at this exact position. leans into it casually. acts like it’s nothing but has you seeing stars.
ʚ・williams
alex albon - kneeling oral sweetest boy alive. loves making you happy more than anything. says “tell me what you like” with the softest voice. gold star giver.
carlos sainz - doggy classic. passionate. in control. the man thrives under pressure and it shows. focused, intense, and somehow turns this into a performance worthy of applause. probably whispers something in spanish that short-circuits your brain. makes you feel like it was your idea the whole time.
ʚ・haas
ollie bearman - one-leg spoon baby boy energy. tries his best. a little shy but committed. accidentally makes it romantic. 10/10 would comfort you with snacks after.
esteban ocon - missionary starts off shy, but the moment kicks in and suddenly it’s like he’s been rehearsing this in the mirror. soft-spoken, maybe even a little awkward beforehand, but he’s determined to prove himself. will absolutely debrief the whole experience afterward like it's a post-race interview.
ʚ・racing bulls
liam lawson - splits unsuspecting menace. looks like he’d hesitate, then surprises you with flexibility and full commitment. asks afterward if he did good. he did.
isack hadjar - the arch absolutely shows off. confident, slightly cocky, but backs it up. makes eye contact while doing it and smirks when you blush.
ʚ・alpine
pierre gasly - reverse cowgirl he’s not doing the work — you are. but he’s there for the view, hands behind his head, sunglasses still on indoors. makes smug comments the entire time like, “yeah, just like that.” fully vibing while somehow still running the show. would wink at you mid-movement and say something unhinged in french.
jack doohan - cowgirl confident in theory, flustered in practice. lets you take the lead but lowkey panics when you actually do. tries to act chill but you can literally feel his heart pounding through his chest. afterward, he’s all pink-cheeked and smiley, like “that was great… did I do okay?” you reassure him. he did amazing.
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trashytracktales · 2 months ago
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Texting the F1 grid
✧₊⁺ prompt ──── “Why are you in his likes?”
✧₊⁺ featuring ──── Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Lance Stroll, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Yuki Tsunoda, Oscar Piastri, Liam Lawson, and Alex Albon
✧₊⁺ rating ──── teen and up
✧₊⁺ category ──── F/M
✧₊⁺ warnings ──── angst, possessiveness, emotional vulnerability, jealousy, swearing.
✧₊⁺ date ──── Mar. 1, 2025
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formulaoneisajoke · 5 months ago
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landonorris: 2024 dinner! and yes, the two your thinking about were sat as far away from each other as possible 🤣😁
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not-another-side-blog · 5 months ago
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jennwritesf1 · 28 days ago
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there’s orange juice in the kitchen - pt 1 (f1 drivers)
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summary : you ask the drivers to peel an orange for you (or the orange peel theroy)
disclaimers : second pov (you/your), gn!reader, use of pet names
included : alex albon, charles leclerc, isack hadjar, kimi antonelli, liam lawson, oliver bearman, oscar piastri, yuki tsunoda
a/n : first full-grid blurb, lmk what you think and if you’d like to see more! pt. 2 will contain f2, reserve, and indycar drivers. I can also add drivers so if you want to see someone not listed lmk! <3
yes this is reposted, switching accts around
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alex albon
“Hey Alex,” you shouted from your shared kitchen, whilst setting your phone up against the far counter. You made sure it was recording, then grabbed an orange and waited. A few moments later your boyfriend came into the kitchen, eyes glued to his phone.
“Yeah?” he asked, shutting his phone off and setting it on the counter as he shifted his attention to you. A smirk spread across his lips once he saw the round fruit in your hand, and before you could even ask he was saying, “let me guess, you want me to peel the orange for you?”
You paused, eyes squinted as you slowly nodded your head, holding the orange out. He took it and began to peel it, glancing up at you every few seconds and quietly chuckling. “You’ve seen this trend haven’t you?” you asked after a moment, a playful sigh leaving your lips as he nodded. 
“You’re so chronically online it’s scary.”
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charles leclerc
You had seen a trend circling around tiktok of people asking their partners to peel an orange for them; the orange peel theory. After seeing a few of your close friends posting their own videos, most of which were ridiculously funny, you decided to also hop on the bandwagon. 
You discretely set your phone up in yours and Charles shared living space, then quickly grabbed an orange from the kitchen. When you re-entered the living area, you saw Charles sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. You sat down next to him and held the orange out to him.
“Could you peel this for me?” you asked, a smile threatening to break out. He set his phone down and reached for the orange, a pleasant smile on his lips.
“Of course, cherie,” he said as he began to pull the peel back. You sat there, a little taken back, as he peeled away in silence. You had expected some playful bickering, maybe confusion, as you’d seen in so many other videos, but you got none of that. Instead, Charles happily peeled the orange for you, even taking the time to pull off the little white strings. After he was finished he handed the now peeled orange back to you, a triumphant look on his face.
“Thanks,” you said, squinting your eyes skeptically. “Have you seen the trend?” you asked as you popped one of the slices in your mouth. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he shook his head. You then proceeded to explain the trend to him, showing him a few videos of your shared friends doing the trend as well.
“So did I pass?” he asked after a moment, to which you laughed at.
“Yes, you passed.”
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isack hadjar
The orange peel theory had been going viral on social media, and the VCARB marketing team wanted to hop on the trend. So, while at preseason testing, they sent you and an orange Isacks way, filming the interaction from a distance. 
Isack was sat outside the teams hospitality with a few of his engineers, going over data from his morning session. You felt a little bad interrupting them, but at least you could blame the marketing team. Isack offered you a sweet smile once he saw you approaching, pulling the chair out next to him, for you to take a seat. 
Before you could ask, or even try to hand him the small orange, he had plucked it from your hands and began to peel it. You sat there, stunned, as he continued talking with his engineers, mindlessly peeling away. A few of his engineers gave him confused looks, looking between the two of you, but Isack paid them no mind.
He had the orange peeled in no time, then turned back to you with the sweetest look on his face as he handed it back. You chuckled as you took the orange, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 
Safe to say the clip went viral.
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kimi antonelli
Your boyfriend was known to be a bit oblivious at times, so when you found the orange peel trend, you thought it would be funny to try it on Kimi. You set your phone up, then grabbed an orange from your kitchen and called for him.
“Kimi,” you said with a smile as he rounded the corner, “can you peel this for me?” you asked, holding out the orange. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking from you to the orange, and then back.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused. “Why can’t you peel it?” he asked, making no attempt at grabbing the fruit from your hand.
You chuckled, still holding out the orange. “Kimi it’s just an orange, can you please peel it?” you continued, watching his face become even more confused. 
“Why? Have you done something to it?” He then asked, taking a step back as he inspected the orange. You began laughing much louder than before, watching as he began to look around your kitchen. He then spotted your phone set up against a vase. “Hey, why are you recording? What's wrong with the orange?”
At this point you were lost in a fit of laughter, Kimi laughing along with you nervously, still not fully convinced there wasn’t something wrong with the orange. You took a moment to compose yourself, explaining the trend to him, which he still didn’t fully understand, so you had to explain it yet again.
“Oh,” he said after you ahd finished explaining it for the second time. He paused, looking at you in silence, before his face suddenly light up in understanding. “Oh,” he said again, now seemingly understanding the trend.
“Wait, so can I still peel it?”
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liam lawson
Redbull was known for their interesting social media videos, and you asking Liam to peel you an orange was just another idea put forth by the media team. You made your way to Liam, orange in hand, with the social media manager following behind you, recording. 
“Hey babe,” you said as you approached him, handing him the orange, “can you peel this for me?” 
He looked between you, the orange, and the camera off to the side. “You want me to peel this for you?” he asked to clarify. You nodded your head, trying to keep a straight face as his eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” he asked with a confused laugh.
“Because I asked you to?” you retorted, catching the disapproving look he gave you. 
“It’s just an orange, you can peel an orange,” Liam said, trying to hand the orange back, but you simply pushed his hand back.
“Exactly, it’s just an orange,” you said with a smile, “so peel it.” He gave you a suspicious look, but began to peel the orange with an exaggerated sigh. Every few seconds he would give both you and the media manager a side eye, waiting for either of you to tell him they got the video and that was enough. But neither of you ever did, you just waited for an entire minute as he struggled to peel the orange.
He finally got the last bit of peel off, and began pulling the slices apart. He looked up to you, a triumphant smile on his lips, before popping a slice of the orange in his mouth, and then another.
Your jaw dropped, a laugh of disbelief leaving your throat. “Liam Lawson, that orange was for me,” you scolded, but the smile on your face gave away any real anger. Liam smirked, shaking his head as he put another slice in his mouth.
“Then you should have peeled it.”
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oliver bearman
You finished setting up your phone in the kitchen, hiding it behind a small vase of flowers Ollie had gotten you the other day. You then grabbed an orange from the bowl on the counter, and called Ollie into the room.
“Hey Ollie, can you peel this for me?” you asked, handing him the orange. 
“Yeah,” Ollie respondded, taking the orange from your hand to begin peeling it. At first you thought it was going to be a cute video of Ollie peeling the orange for you, no questions asked, but you were wrong. You watched as he struggled for about thirty seconds to even start the peel, and then every time he went to pull back the peel it just broke off. 
He pulled the orange closer to his face, trying to work out how to efficiently peel it. You thought for sure by the huffs of frustration he would have given up, but you guys were nearly three minutes into what should have been a minute long video at most, and the orange was still only half peeled.
“Your adorable, but let me do it,” you said after a moment, grabbing the fruit from his hands and effortlessly peeling the rest of it. 
“Hey, I almost had it,” he said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, causing you to laugh as well.
“Yeah, I should have been able to eat it by tomorrow.”
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oscar piastri
It was the second day of testing, and Lando had sent you a tiktok of someone asking their partner to peel an orange for them, begging you to ask Oscar and let him record it. So, as the lunch break came around, you located an orange and made your way to the McLaren hospitality. 
Lando caught your eyes before Oscar had, and you held up the orange slightly to show him. An excited smile spread across his face as he whipped out his phone, trying to record his teammate sat across from him without being too obvious.
“Mind if I join you?” You asked as you approached, placing a hand on Oscars shoulder as you moved behind him to take a seat besides him. 
“Never,” Oscar said with a small smile, watching as you sat down. You sat there for a moment, fidgeting with the orange before turning to Oscar again.
“Could you peel this for me?” You asked, and not a second later Oscar had taken the orange from your hands and began to silently peeled. You and Lando looked between eachother, sharing a confused look. You were both positive Oscar would have said no, not wanting to get his hands sticky with orange juice before having to get in the car.
“I’ve seen the trend,” Oscar said after a moment, taking his time to peel the skin back, then also pull off all the little strings. “But I would peel an orange for you even if I hadn’t,” he added, pausing a moment to meet your eyes.
“Oh, and you’re not as discrete as you think you are Lando,” he added, shaking his head at his teammate who was rather obviously filming the interaction. “I know you’re recording.”
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yuki tsunoda
A trend circling tiktok had been popping up on your page for the past few days, and you decided it would be a funny video to try with your boyfriend, Yuki. So, you grabbed an orange and set up your phone in the living area, waiting for him to come and join you.
Shortly he made his way into the room, sitting down next to you. You didn’t give him a chance to even say hello before you were shoving the orange in his hands, a playful smile on your face.
“Peel this for me?” You asked, watching as he took the orange, but gave you a skeptical look. 
“What? You can’t peel it yourself?” He asked, but began peeling the orange anyways. “Are you that incapable? It’s just an orange,” he continued, an amused smile on his face as he peeled away.
You lightly shoved his shoulder, jaw dropped in mock disbelief at the insults. “Yuki, I just asked you to peel an orange,” you said with a playful laugh.
“I mean, I knew you were dependant on me,” he continued on, a smirk plastered across his lips, “but this is a whole new level.” He finished peeling the orange, stealing a slice for himself, before handing it back to you.
“I’m never asking you to do something for me again,” you said with a laugh.
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masterlist | requests are open | pt. 2 incoming
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pitlanewrites · 1 month ago
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we're watching in real-time red bull fucking over liam's career just as we watched them fuck over daniil's, pierre's, alex's, checo's, and daniel's careers and there are still people out there who believe yuki being sent to the gallows of the red bull second seat is a good idea?
how many people will have their career destroyed before we realise the fault is with red bull, not with the countless talented drivers who were chewed up and spat out like sticks of gum?
what will it take for you all to realise that the common denominator is red bull and that they will do to your driver what they have done to all the others?
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inchidentalmeowmeow · 6 months ago
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Championship battle this. Championship battle that. The battle i wanna watch is the GPDA vs the FIA. 🙂‍↕️✨
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They ate with this 🤌🏻✨
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disasteraleks · 4 months ago
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F1 drivers as fruits stickers, with a special thanks to @leftneb , for helping me with the fruit-drivers association🫶
A random idea I had from my, odd and random, collection of fruit stickers in my sketchbook.
Lando Norris- orange, Charles Leclerc- lemon, Franco Colapinto- guava, Liam Lawson- kiwi, Carlos Sainz- chilly, Daniel Ricciardo- honey, Max Verstappen- black currants, Oscar Piastri- apricoat, Alex Albon- mango, Pierre Gasly-pear, Yuki Tsunoda- yuzu, Ollie Bearman- strawberry, George Russel- apple, Lewis Hamilton- pomegranate, Lance Stroll- maple syrup
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simplywrong · 6 months ago
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Driver duos as texts I found on Pinterest again:
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Sorry, I needed something positive :(
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