#likes adventure motorhome

[doromoni]

Lunch Preferences | LN4

Ships: Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre: fluff

Summary : Oscar’s food always tasted better and Lando finds out why.

Part 2

Lando was never adventurous when it came to certain things , most importantly when it came to the food that he consumed — His best friend Max could vouch on that , heck the entire grid and the whole McLaren hospitality can say it.

When it came down to it , when Lando didn’t like the ingredient used in the meal served in the Motorhome cafeteria, a special meal is always prepared for the Golden Boy of Mclaren. Most find it funny but the kitchen staff found it extremely annoying; to them Lando was a diva.

Kitchen personnel and caterers are shuffled within motorhomes and during races in different countries and it became problematic for Mclaren due to the new personnel’s lack of knowledge of their driver’s preferences. Funnily enough, this has become an issue much so that a protocol has been made stating that when a new driver is signed they are given their own personal chef that tours around with them during the races.

Cut to Oscar Piastri joining the Papaya Family, and Y/n L/n had been added to the roster. The Australian driver and Y/n had met during Oscar’s F2 season and had quickly formed a bond, by bond meaning Y/N fuels Oscar’s obsession with sweets. The aussie became obsessed, much so that when the “personal chef” clause came up in his contract, his immediate answer was “ Y/N L/N”.

“Osc what the hell? What do you mean you got me a job at Mclaren? Are you high on sugar again?” You asked in disbelief as you stared at the Australian, eyebrow raised.

You and Oscar are currently in his kitchen in his apartment in the UK. You were trying to bake your f2 paddock famous cookies while Oscar tries to help , emphasis on tries.

“Oh come on Y/N! You’re perfect for this. You know my likes and dislikes . Plus you know how to trick me into eating my veggies” Oscar said exasperatingly.

“ Oscar as much as I love to feed you , you know that I cant travel with you, I have a job remember? Plus Im not a professional chef , you dummy! I just cook as a passion” You muttered softly trying to get your point across.

“Then quit! I know you hate your job y/n. This is your chance! I made sure that they’ll pay you handsomely ~ more than your current pay . I swear! PLUS you get to travel with me and you get to explore food all over the world” The boy did made a whole lot of sense…

“Fine , let me see the contract” Then an enormous grin plasters itself on his face.

***

* Brownies

“Holy Crap , Mate! These brownies are killer! Where did you get these?” Logan exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with Oscar’s snacks prepared by Y/N of course.

“My chef made them for ME , Logan. Hands off “ Oscar swatted the American’s hand as he tried to get another piece.

“What are you two idiots up-to now? “ Alex spoke as he came near the duo, Lando right on his tail.

“Oscar brought these amazing brownies and He wont share! Come on mate, just one more” Logan once again tried to reach for the bag only to be denied once again.

“Ohhh, let me try some of that!” Alex laid out his hand , and Logan complaining in the background saying “unfair “ as Oscar gave Alex one.

“You weren’t kidding! these are good. Lando try one” Alex gestured towards Lando.

Lando looking a bit apprehensive, took the offered treat and took a bite. As the Brit chewed , he couldn’t stop eating till there was no more. Screw belgian chocolate, that brownie was his favorite food now.

“Oscar, give me another.” Lando requested to his now younger teammate.

“Nope~ these are mine” Oscar grinned teasingly as he stood up , away from the reach of his fellow drivers

“Oscarrrr , give em up you muppet!” Lando whined and pouted .

“No! Ask your chef to make you one. “ Oscar implored.

“But the ones they make aren’t as good as thoseee” Lando continued to whine

“I know, this is Y/N’s special recipe. “ Oscar replied mockingly, a playful grin on his face as we waved them goodbye.

“Damn, Y/N made those? No wonder they tasted amazing” Logan muttered catching the attention of Lando.

“Y/N? Who?” Lando asked now curious .

“Oh, Y/N is our friend. Well now Oscar’s personal chef too. We met when Oscar and I were racing in F2. She used to bring us her cooking after the race.”

“Damn, did she put cocaine on those brownies or something?” Alex said wanting another bite.

“Did you say that she’s Oscar’s chef? That would mean that she’s in Mclaren right now?” Lando asked yet again to the now bemused American.

“Yes?” And with that Lando Norris is on a mission. Find the lady who makes extremely delicious brownies.

“Y/N” Lando muttered your name under his breath as he traversed towards his own motorhome with a purpose.

Finally reaching his destination only to be bombarded by his Pr manager pulling him along towards his media duties

Lando’s brownie mission was a fail

“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N?”

* Wok fried noodles

“ Ok so , Oscar will be done in a few minutes then it will be your turn” Lando’s manager , Valerie, explained as He was getting ready for the interview set up by Mclaren for a special edition for a motorsport magazine of some sorts.

“You should take a bite of your lunch , Lan. I don’t think you’ll be getting time to do so later” valerie explained, as she nudged the now cold , barely touched container of food towards the British driver.

“But there fish in it ,Val” The brit frowned as he glanced on his supposed to be lunch. How many times did he have to say NO FISH.

“It’s not even touching th-“ valerie tried to explain but was cut of by Lando as he exclaimed

“But it’s near a fish!” To which Valerie could only sigh and nod.

Then a knock and an opening of a door happened along with Oscar popping his head in — who appears to be carrying chopsticks and a container of sorts.

“ Hey, mate! They said it’ll be your turn in 15 mins or so” Oscar said as he scoops his lunch into his mouth.

“What ya eating there bud?” Lando couldn’t help ask as the savory aroma filled his room and a rumble came to his stomach.

“Some low carb noodle dish Y/N made , not really sure what’s it called . Tasted great tho.” The Australian said .

“Lemme have a bite” Lando waved his hands towards Oscar . With a shrug , oscar did.

As He took a bite , Lando could only think of one thing.

“Where could I get myself a Y/N”

* Spring Rolls

Practice 1 had just finished and the drivers have an hour or 2 to rest and kill time . And for our youngest Aussie driver on the grid it is time to annoy his lovely friend Y/N.

“ Hey, Y/N… could you please make extra servings of what ever you’re making for my lunch?” Oscar asked sheepishly

“Osc, No! You have to follow a strict calorie count and your trainer will kill me!” You said as you stoped what you were doing .

“It’s not for me, Its for Lando! He always eats my food “ Oscar explains and you understood clearly. Nodding with a smile , you shooed Oscar away.

“Thanks , Angel! “ Oscar left but not before leaving a kiss on your head.

You then set out to make lunch for 2 drivers, and finishing by packing them separately . You never forgot to leave a message on Oscar’s meals as encouragements to your closest friend

Your eyes go towards the food intended for Lando. You were contemplating whether you should write something or not. Biting your lip you took another piece of post it and started writing.

Maybe this is your chance to get the driver’s attention and shoot your shot. You have been crushing on the British driver for who knows how long. Tutting yourself you shake your head from your thoughts and delusions.

In the post it wrote ,

Dear, Lando

A little birdie told me that you liked my cooking , ey? Oh! I heard that you liked spring rolls so I made you a few. No fish , I promise. Hope you enjoy! And good luck on the race! I’ll be cheering on the sidelines 🧡

P.S. thank Osc , he begged me to tag you along :P

— Y/N

***

Butterflies filled Lando’s stomach as he opened the lunch box you made for him. You cooking for him and writing a note felt so domestic , like a wife and husband.Lando became a giggly mess as he re-read your note again and again.

He remembered the time when he first saw you. You were with Oscar in the Mclaren motorhome , sitting on the lounge when your eyes met his and you gave Lando a smile — it was only passing but to Lando it was enough. To him you were so angelic .He imagined coming home to you and you would cook for him and all seemed fine in the world.

“ you know , you should just ask her out on a date” and suddenly Lando was startled out of his daydreaming

“Huh , what? Dreaming? Who was? “ Lando tried to act cool in front of Oscar who was now sniggering as he leaned on the doorframe.

“ I know that you like Y/N, Lando! Just ask the girl already “

“Who’s Y/N?” Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate

“You’re both idiots .y’know? You both have goggly eyes for each other — it honestly hurts to see. Here’s her number . Please just go out. Or I swear I’ll lock the two of you in a room or something. “ Lando was flabbergasted by his teammate who was now exiting the room.

“Uhh… Thanks Osc!” The Brit broke out into a huge smile as he shouted towards the australian

“Yeah yeah , just don’t hurt her or I promise to crash into you in every race”

***

[uluvjay]

Guys my age- L.Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x fem Schumacher! Reader

In which your boyfriend can’t seem to satisfy you the way you need, landing you in the hands of someone much more experienced

Warnings?; SMUT; Age gap!(reader is 25), reader is also Charles girlfriend!, physical cheating, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!), p in v, fingering(f receiving), nipple play.

Not really sure how I feel about this but I hope you enjoy!

Your hadn’t intended for Lewis to overhear the conversation with your brother’s girlfriend, it was quit embarrassing to have someone catch you talking about the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t gotten you off in months but here you were.

Laila had noticed the tension in your shoulders as of Late and the way you always seemed to be frustrated, but she didn’t want to overstep.

That was until she saw your frustrated frame exiting the Ferrari motorhome and stomping into the Mercedes hospitality. Quietly following you she found you sat in a far corner with a bottle of water and pout on your lips.

“Are you okay?” She questioned sitting next to you.

With a huff you thought about lying but you couldn’t take this anymore, Charles hadn’t been satisfying you in the slightest and you hadn’t shared your building frustrations with anyone.

“Me and Charles are having some…issues” you shrugged.

“Oh? Are you guys arguing?” She kindly asked.

“Uh no…I-it’s more you know, sex related” you whispered.

“Oh!” She blushed with a small smile.

“I’m sorry Laila, you definitely don’t wanna hear about my issues regarding my sex life” you blushed as well.

“No, it’s okay! I’m assuming you haven’t talked to anyone about it and I can tell somethings been bothering you, so spill. I’m all ears” she smiled, moving her chair closer to yours.

However what you had managed to miss in your small annoyance filled haze was the Brit sat at the table behind yours.

Lewis had been quietly enjoying his lunch when he watched you storm inside, face red and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He watched you purchase the bottle of water and slump down in a chair at the table in front of him.

He was never one to eavesdrop but hearing your say that Charles wasn’t satisfying you in the way you needed caught his attention and for some reason he couldn’t turn his attention away.

You were a good bit younger then the him, and maybe he’d read the signals wrong but there was always tension between the two of you since Mick had joined Mercedes.

Between your sweet hugs and lingering touches every time you passed by him, you had him going crazy. It didn’t help that He always found himself locked in conversations with you when you would hang around the garage.

You loved hearing about the car and all the new adventures he and Roscoe had been on while he was home, and he enjoyed hearing you talk about university and how your Major was going.

You’d also be lying if you said the way his hand lingered on your lower back after a hug didn’t make you feel butterflies in your stomach, or that you didn’t find yourself watching his ink covered hands more often then not.

There was no lie that Lewis was a beautiful man, everyone knew it. And yes you’d caught yourself staring at the man a lot but you loved Charles, and you’d never betray him like that. Well that’s what you told yourself until the older man had you pinned against the door of his drivers room.

-

“Lewis!” You called turning down the hallway you’d seen him disappear down.

The man turned at the sound of you calling his name, a smile over taking his face as he watched you open your arms to embrace him.

“I wanted to tell you congratulations, I didn’t catch you outside” You spoke into his shoulder as your hands went around his neck, and his took place around your waist.

“Thank you darling” he replied placing a kind kiss to the side of your head.

“Of course! You did amazing, and it was wrong of the team to leave you hanging out there” you whispered to the taller man, not wanting anyone from the team to hear.

“Ehh, not to upset about it. Just happy I was able to secure a podium” he smiled looking down at you.

You two held eye contact for a moment, hands still lingering on each others bodies with no intention of moving them.

“I..uh” you stuttered as you finally moved your eyes to ground at the feeling of a blush began to scatter your cheeks and you felt the deep throb in your core.

“You should what sweetheart?” He teased

“I uh should head back to Ferrari, think Charles and Carlos wanted to go out to celebrate the win.” You shyly spoke attempting to take a step back but his hold on your waist stayed.

“Ahh, Charles right.” He nodded before patting your hip and pulling his hand away, taking a step back.

“Have fun darling, hopefully you’ll be able to Cum tonight” he smirked as your distancing frame turned back around so quick he was scared you’d fall.

“What?” You spoke, mouth drying instantly.

“Weren’t very quite In hospitality today love, heard ever bit of your rant to Laila. Heard how no matter what he does he just can’t seem to make you finish, such a shame really. A woman like you deserves to be having so many orgasms that you have to beg for him to stop” he teased with a faux pout on his lips.

“Lewis-I, you weren’t supposed to hear that” you whispered yelled at the man as you walked closer to him.

“Oops” he shrugged before turning and making way into his drivers room, a smirk forming on his face as he heard your light footsteps following.

It was like your feet were moving on their own accord, quickly following behind him and shutting his drivers room door as you entered.

You kept yourself pinned against the door as he sat his helmet down on a table and began to remove his fireproofs. A breath got caught in your throat at the sight of him pulling off his undershirt, revealing his ink covered back.

“Why don’t you take a picture darling?” He teased as he turned back to face you.

“I-” you tried speaking out a snappy reply but the feeling of his body growing closer and closer to yours had you shutting up.

“You what?” He asked quietly as his hands found a home on your waist again.

“Nothing” you quipped, mind already blanking due to the warmth his hands were providing on your body.

He reached a hand up to cup your face, smiling when you leaned into it.

“Tell me, what’re we going to do here Y/n? You want me to fuck you? Take care of you the way a woman deserves to be taken care of? Or are you going to go back to you boyfriend and pretend this never happened?” He lightly questioned.

You thought about it for a moment, you really did. You loved Charles but it was no lie that over the past few months things had been different, you two didn’t touch each other the same and when you did he couldn’t even get you to the end. And it wasn’t really betrayal if he had already been meeting up with that art major from Paris, so you said fuck it.

“I want you to fuck me lewis, give me what I deserve” you whispered in his ear.

One sentence was all it took for his inked hand to slip from your cheek down to your throat and his lips to slam against yours. The kiss was quick and messy, full of clashing teeth and tongue’s fighting for dominance but you loved every second of it.

Your hands found his braids, lightly tugging causing a groan to escape the man’s throat. Your own sounds starting to escape from your throat as his lips began their descent down your neck.

He smirked against you skin when he heard your small whine as his teeth nipped at the spot below your ear.

“Lew, no marks please” you whimpered out.

“Mhm” he grumbled before his lip’s reattached to yours and his hands slipped down your thighs before tapping the back of them, signaling for you to jump.

A gasp of surprise left your lips when his hands gripped your ass under your sundress rather then your thighs. He kept his hold on you as we walked the two of you to the small couch he had in his room, laying you down against the leather as he hovered over you.

“So pretty baby” he praised, his eyes ranking over your flushed body. Your dress had ridden up exposing the pretty white lace you were wearing under your dress. A groan escaped Lewis’s throat at the sight of the delicate material, running a finger under the band he snapped it against your skin, earning a whine from you.

He rolled your dress up the rest of the way allowing him to see the wet spot that had formed on your panties.

“So wet for me, huh baby?” He teased with a smirk as he slowly moved the lace to the side, growling at the sight of your dripping folds.

“All for you sir” you shot back as your own smirk took over your face at his warning look.

“Little bit of a brat aren’t you baby?” He spoke reaching over to pinch your thigh.

You nodded in reply, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as he began to trail his fingers where you needed them most.

“Oh! You gasped as he ran one through your folds, his touch was new and unfamiliar and you could feel your body craving for more of it.

He worked you slowly, starting with small rubs to your clit before journeying a finger down to your entrance and slipping inside. He could watch the sight of your thrown back head all day everyday.

“Lewis” you whimpered his name as his finger began speeding up, “please add another” added in a light plea for the man to give you just a bit more.

Giving you what you asked he slipped another finger inside and began scissoring said fingers at a fast pace, loving the way you threw your eyes were rolling for him.

He continued to work you for a while, fingers moving at an unforgiving pace as his thumb came and went against your clit and his mouth spilled dirty words at you, all helping to push you closer and closer to the edge you hadn’t been at in months.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come Lewis, please let me cum” you begged the older man, opening your eyes to meet his dark ones.

“Go ahead baby, come for me” he gave permission.

Your body shook at the feeling of your orgasm washing over you for the first time in what felt like ages. A mix of German and English spilled from your mouth as Lewis continued to work you through your high, not stopping until you we’re attempting to push his hand away.

A whine escaped your mouth as you watched him slip his glistening fingers into his mouth, a low groan escaping him at the taste.

“Taste so good princess” he smiled

You pulled him down into another kiss, a whimper escaping you at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You hands reached down to push down his underwear and finally free his aching cock.

You pulled away from his mouth just in time to watch his length bounce against his lower stomach, a moan breaking free at the sight.

“Want you to fuck me lewis, please” you once again begged the older man.

“Whatever you want pretty girl” he spoke as he stroked himself a few times before running his tip through your folds.

He felt so heavy and warm against you, he was about the same length as Charles just thicker, and you couldn’t wait to feel all of him inside you.

Your fingers dug crescent marks into his back as he slipped inside, his face was buried in your neck allowing you to hear the small whimper that escaped his throat at the feeling of you welcoming him inside.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he groaned, stilling for a moment attempting to give you both a moment to get used to one another.

“You can move now” you breathlessly spoke.

With a small nod you felt him begin to move, he started slowly but after a moment he set a steady pace that had your eyes rolling back.

He felt so fucking good, you could feel every single ridge and vein on his cock, the way he filled you up had you barley able to breathe.

Lewis wasn’t doing much better, the vice grip you had around him had him ready to cum in seconds and he truly wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last.

“Feel so full Lewis” you cried to the man, locking you ankles around his waist.

“I know baby, doing so good for me” he praised you, his hand finding the hem of your dress, pulling it down to allow your breast to be free.

You whined at the felling of his teeth lightly grazing one of your nipples while a hand worked on the other, pulling and pinching the hardened bud.

One of your hands slipping around the back of his neck to keep him there, while the other ran down his back leaving deep scratches in its wake.

“I’m getting close” you whimpered out as the feeling of stomach got hotter and hotter by the second.

“Me to baby” he replied as he leaned back and moved your legs from his waist to his rest over his shoulders.

The moan that escaped your mouth due to the new position was downright pornographic and had a small giggle coming from the man above you.

“H-holy shit” you moaned, it was all beginning to be to much, the building pressure in your stomach and the way his cock didn’t seem to miss that spot inside of you, reaching a hand out in attempt to push him only resulted in your hand being smacked away.

“Gonna come? I can feel how tight your clenching around me, come on pretty girl” he encouraged as one of his hands slipped down to rub the bud between your legs.

“Lewis!” You all about screamed at the added sensation.

“Ooh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming Lewis” you cried as the dam inside you finally broke and you came all over him, coating his cock in your wetness.

“Oh god” he groaned, the way you were clenching around him and the sharp whines leaving your lips were egging him on.

“Come on Lewis, come for me” you encouraged in his ear, lips working around his neck.

“Fuck, where do you want me to come baby?” He questioned knowing he was seconds away from coming.

“Inside lew, please cum inside of me” you begged him.

And he did just that, face buried in your neck as your hands ranked down his back and he shook above you. Pretty moans and little “oh fucks” escaping from his throat and right into your ear.

He just about dropped right on top of you after he finished coming, placing little kisses where his mouth could reach while you ran a hand up and down his back and placed your own kisses to his head.

You were about to speak up before the sound of knocking and your brother’s girlfriends voice came through the door.

“Uh Lewis, is Y/n in there? We can’t find her”

-

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 3

Pairing: Grid X Reader, Lance X Reader

Summary: lewis get a new song inspired by one of the book they read that week, a little lance relationship focused as well

a/n: even as an avid reader, i struggle so much choosing books for this 🥲, sorry if this one sucks

requests open 🫶✨ masterlist

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“Alright boys, get ready to swoon!” You pull out copies of your chosen book, The Dead Romantics. After reading classics and adventure, and thrillers, you chose chick-lit. It had been recommended on other book club chatboards, so you deemed it safe for the guys.

“Same time, same place next week,” Daniel grabs a book and walks out. The rest file out of the motor home, books in hand. You follow Fernando to Aston Martin.

“Lance, your girlfriend is here for you,” Fernando calls for him before you can. “Good choice, I enjoyed this one the last time I read it,” Fernando says before walking to his room, leaving you stunned.

“Hello, mon cœur,” Lance kisses you before grabbing your hand and taking you to his room.

“What is the book this week,” He asks once you cuddle up on the couch. Since he found out about the club, he’s been reading the books with you.

“The Dead Romantics, first one to finish gets to choose the next date,” you hand him his copy before starting your own. Lance’s assistant brings in coffees and breakfast for you both while you read.

“When we get married, would you change your last name, combine ours, let me take yours, or leave our names as is,” Lance asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Hmm, I like the sound of Y/n Stroll, but maybe I’ll still race under my name,” you decide, paying attention to the books, thinking about the predetermined discussion questions.

“Fuck,” Lance groans after his phone went off, quickly bookmarking his page.

“What’s wrong baby?” you ask, bookmarking yours as well.

“I have a meeting with Dad in a few minutes,”

“Oh, want me to come along? I love your dad,” you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“It’s okay, it’ll take a while. You are more than welcome to stay here or go and get ready for the drivers parade. Either way, I will see you after,” he kisses you before gathering a couple things and heading out. You finish another chapter and head to your motorhome, dressing yourself in team gear and redoing your hair. Lance waits for you outside your team garage.

By next week, you both have finished the book and have been raving about it to people, you even sent a copy to George. You won the challenge, although you were sure Lance let you win.

“Have fun at your meeting, you are literally bouncing in excitement,” Lance laughs, kissing the side of your head and leaving you in front of Haas’ hospitality. You quickly find the club, who are equally happy with your pick.

“That was the best romance book I’ve read in a while,” Daniel starts off.

“It was my second time reading it. Much better than the first time,” Fernando agrees.

“And the plot twist!” Nico gasps, all of you nodding along.

“I wrote a song about it,” Lewis says nonchalantly, causing you all to pause.

“Lew… what?” You can’t imagine how one would write a song about it. The book was good, but it wasn’t Shakespeare.

“Yeah, the broken hearts, the forbidden nature of their love, separated by the paranormal, the spiciness of the ending. It inspired me, almost like all those songs for Fifty Shades of Grey,” Lewis explains.

“I don’t know how that would work, but I am sure that you made it work,” Kevin says as Lewis pulls out his phone.

You heard some of his music before, and you knew he could sing and his writing was pretty good. Unfortunately, this was not the case. The singing was great, but the lyrics were a little too… sappy for his style. It wasn’t even sensual, he was just singing about falling in love with someone you shouldn’t.

“That was great, Lewis,” Daniel encourages Lewis,

“If racing doesn’t work out, maybe you will have a career in music,” Valtteri offers, maybe you were the only one who wasn’t a fan.

“He already does, he was featured on a song,” Fernando rushes to pull it up on his phone. You swear he is the proud father of everyone in the room.

“Oh! We should do karaoke!” you gasp, excited at the thought.

“I like the way you think,” Daniel grins at you. It is usually never a good thing when you both get excited about an idea, it tends to end up with alcohol and regret, but never fails to be fun.

“My liver can take that right now, I would participate,” Checo says, leading the group in agreeing.

You and the other drivers rent out a bar the next night and make sure karaoke is set up, Lando DJs in the meantime.

“I’m going to sing my song!” Lewis tells you over your jolly rancher shots.

“Slay!” you cheers the shots, tap the glass to the bar, and take the shot. “I think I’m gonna sing Post Malone,” you reply, and Lewis drags you to sign up. Lance appears beside you, slipping an arm around your waist as he looks at the paper.

“Babe, what song is ‘Why Don’t You Love Me’, I have never seen it on an album,” Lance asks and you tell him its origin. “Oh, that’s funny, I’ll film it,” he writes both of your names down for Total Eclipse of the Heart.

A few shots later and Lewis kicks it off with his song, it is actually a lot better drunk. You follow him up with the meme song, getting everyone laughing, before Lance joins you. The two of you surprisingly sounded very good when you rewatched the video the next day, then posted it to your Instagram story.

“Never. Again.” Kevin groans the next morning as Valtteri walks in, excited to talk with the group.

“That was fun! When are we doing that again?”

[mariclerc]

just finished reading the new chapter of an unexpected role and MORE LILY x GRID INTERACTIONS PLSS

Thank you very much for this request!! I love writing Lily's adventures in the paddock, it seems very cute to me 🥺🥺🥺

An unexpected role (pt.6) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: none, just fluff as usual.

Follow the series!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Sunlight streams through the window of the Ferrari motorhome. You're sprawled on a plush sofa with Lily, your two-year-old daughter, she sits beside you with a half-eaten cookie clutched in her hand. She giggles as a video plays on your phone, showing her interactions with the Red Bull mechanics earlier.

“Hey amore, are you almost ready?” he calls from another room.

“Almost, just gotta find Lily's lucky socks!” you say smiling.

Lily throws her head back and laughs, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. You scoop her up, tickling her tummy. Visits to the paddock are more frequent now, since the first race you and Lily attended everyone in the paddock and the teams love you both, it's like a breath of fresh air in the paddock, and not to mention the fans, after the initial hatred little by little they gave in and now they adore you two.

“Where did my little lucky charm get all this cookie on her, huh?” you say softly while looking at her.

“Dan-iel!” Lily says.

“Oh, Daniel spoiled you again, didn't he?” you shake your head.

Suddenly footsteps are heard approaching the room.

“There they are! My two favorite girls.” He says entering the room with a playful smile on his face. Charles ruffles Lily's hair, who squeals in delight. “Found those lucky socks yet?”

“Yup, she had hidden them in my bag. Naughty little girl.” You say with a giggle and then lean towards Lily and put on her socks and butterfly shoes.

Charles raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “How about a pre-race cuddle session to appease the racing gods?”

Lily claps her hands and squirms out of your arms, making a beeline for Charles. He scoops her up, showering her face with kisses.

“Careful, you might give her pre-race jitters!” you say laughing.

Charles winks at you. “Nah, she's got Leclerc blood in her veins, she thrives on competition. Just ask all the mechanics she's been racing around the paddock with today.”

“Speaking of which, did you see the fan videos circulating online? Lily giving Valtteri a high five was adorable.”

“I know, right? It's amazing how much everyone loves having her around. You'd think she's been on the grid since day one.” he smiles softly.

You lean in and kiss Charles softly.

“She brings a different kind of energy to the paddock, doesn't she? Reminds everyone there's more to life than trophies.” you whisper.

“Oh, absolutely! You and Lily are my lucky charms, my whole world! Now come on, let's get this show on the road.” he said while holding you close.

You hand Charles Lily's stuffed bunny, a constant companion on race days.

“Go get 'em, champ! We'll be cheering you on from the pit wall, as always.”

“Always.” he kisses your forehead.

He takes Lily's hand, leading them both out of the motorhome. As they disappear down the hallway, you can't help but smile. Charles may be a racing champion, but in this moment, you and Lily are his biggest victories.

***

Charles emerges from the motorhome, Lily bouncing in his arms, her hair bouncing in a mini ponytail. The paddock is a hive of activity, mechanics bustling with purpose, engineers huddled over laptops, and fans straining for a glimpse of their racing heroes.

A collective gasp rises as Charles appears, Lily's bright eyes taking in the scene with wide-eyed wonder.

“Buongiorno everyone! Ready for another race?” he says while smiling to the fans in the paddock fan-zone area.

The crowd erupts in cheers.

“Forza Charles! And ciao bella Lily!” says a smiling little fan while waving his hand.

“Ci-ao!” Lily says waving her little hand.

Charles chuckles, then spots Logan Sargeant strolling towards them, a grin plastered on his face.

“Leclerc! Looking sharp today, even with your little pre-race mascot.”

Lily reaches out, giggling. “Lo-gan!”

Logan scoops her up in a playful hug, earning another round of cheers from the crowd.

“Looks like you've got some competition this weekend, mate.” Logan giggled.

Charles feigns a frown. “Don't worry, Sargeant. I'm sure I can handle a little competition... Especially when she's this cute.” He winks at Lily, who giggles and buries her face in his neck. Photographers snap pictures like crazy, capturing the adorable interaction.

“Looks like someone's got a lot of fans to sign autographs for today.” You say walking behind them.

“Only the best fans, amore. Now, come on, let's get down to the grid. It's showtime!” He says, handing Lily back to you.

You follow Charles through the throng of fans, Lily nestled comfortably in your arms. As you walk, you hear snippets of conversation, all praising Lily's cuteness and the joy she brings to the paddock.

One little girl, clutching a Ferrari flag, yells out:

“Good luck, Lily! You too, Mr. Leclerc!”

Lily waves enthusiastically at the little girl, a smile splitting her face wide open. You glance at Charles, a silent understanding passing between you. This little girl, surrounded by the roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd, is exactly where she belongs. The paddock may be her playground for now, but who knows? Maybe one day, she'll be the one stealing the show on the grid.

***

The roar of the crowd intensifies as they approach the grid. Charles, focused on the upcoming race, gives you a quick but reassuring squeeze on the hand.

“Alright ma belle, listen. I gotta get ready. You and Lily find a good spot at the pit wall, alright?”

“Don't worry about us, we'll be your loudest cheerleaders. Go get 'em, champ!” you say while nudging him playfully.

He leans down and kisses Lily's forehead.

“Be good for mama, okay? And remember, papa loves you the most.” he says to Lily and he gives her a little kiss on her cheek.

Lily giggles, clinging to her bunny plushie. A young Ferrari mechanic, a teenage girl with grease stains on her overalls, approaches you both shyly.

“Hey there, little super star. You want to see the car before the race starts? It's super fast, just like you!” the mechanic tells Lily timidly.

Lily's eyes widen with excitement.

“Would you like that, Lily?” you asked Lily while smiling.

Lily nods enthusiastically.

“Thank you so much, that would be amazing!” you tell the mechanic.

The mechanic beams, clearly delighted. “No problem at all! Follow me, little miss.”

The mechanic leads Lily, her eyes sparkling with wonder, towards the gleaming red Ferrari. You watch them go, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. The paddock, once a world of flashing lights and roaring engines, has become a second home, filled with people who adore your little family.

You find a spot at the pit wall, just as Charles takes his position in the cockpit. He looks out towards the crowd, his gaze locking with yours for a brief moment. You give him a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. He nods, a flicker of determination in his eyes.

The lights go out, plunging the grid into an electrifying darkness. Then, with a deafening roar, the engines ignite. Charles is off, a blur of red against the grey asphalt. You hold Lily close, her tiny hands clutching her bunny plushie.

“There he goes, baby! That's papa!”

Lily doesn't take her eyes off the track, her small voice joining the chorus of cheers as Charles battles for position. The race is on, and you know, no matter what the outcome, this day, filled with love, family, and the thrill of the race, the paddock visits will always be one of the best adventures for you and Lily.

***

Lily's eyes are glued to the track, tracing the red blur that is Charles' car with rapt attention. You, however, find yourself drawn to a group of young engineers huddled nearby. Their animated discussion, usually filled with technical jargon, has an undercurrent of worry that sends a shiver down your spine.

You catch snippets of their conversation: "front wing damage," "pit stop for repairs," "crucial time lost." A pit stop this early in the race could throw Charles' entire strategy off balance.

Anxiety gnaws at you, but you force a smile for Lily, brushing back a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

“See that big red car down there, honey? That's papa! He's having a little trouble with his car, but the clever engineers will fix it up in no time, alright?” you whisper softly at Lily.

Lily nods, her brow furrowed in concentration. The little girl beside you, normally brimming with boundless energy, seems to have sensed the tension in the air.

“Why don't we send papa some good luck vibes? Close your eyes really tight and think of the fastest, strongest Ferrari ever!” you whisper again leaning closer to her.

Lily closes her eyes tight, squeezing her stuffed bunny with all her might. You follow suit, a silent prayer forming on your lips for Charles' safety and a successful race.

Suddenly, a flurry of activity erupts in the Ferrari pit lane... Mechanics scramble, tools glinting in the afternoon sun. Charles pulls into the pit box, the red flag forcing an unplanned early stop. You watch with a mixture of apprehension and admiration as the team works with lightning speed, their practiced movements a well-oiled machine.

Just as your heart starts hammering against your ribs, the pit stop ends. Charles, with a fresh wing and a determined glint in his eyes, roars back onto the track.

The red flag is lifted, and the race resumes with renewed intensity. The crowd erupts in cheers, their anticipation hanging heavy in the air. You grab Lily's hand, squeezing it tightly.

“There he goes! Now let's see papa show everyone what a true champion is made of!”

Lily beams, a spark of mischief returning to her eyes. She raises her tiny fist in the air, chanting along with the crowd. “Go papa go! Go papa!” she smiles shyly.

You watch, a rollercoaster of emotions churning inside you, as Charles battles his way back up the field. The race has taken an unexpected turn, but one thing remains certain: your family is in it together, for every pit stop, every thrilling overtake, and every victory (or defeat) that awaits your family on the racetrack.

***

Disappointment hangs heavy in the air as the winner's car streaks past the finish line. Charles follows close behind, his red Ferrari a blur of consolation. The crowd, initially buzzing with anticipation, erupts in a mix of cheers and groans. Lily, perched on your shoulders, scans the track with wide, confused eyes.

“Papa?” Lily asks you with a tender look.

“There he is, honey! Look, it's the red car!” You point to the part of the track where Charles' car is located.

Charles navigates his way through the final corners, bringing the Ferrari to a stop in the designated post-race area. The roar of the engine fades, replaced by a wave of mixed emotions washing over you. While a tiny part of you yearns for the elation of victory, the bigger part swells with pride at Charles' fighting spirit. He may not have secured the top spot, but he fought hard, his skill evident in every daring overtake and smooth maneuver.

Mechanics swarm the car, their faces etched with a mixture of disappointment and respect. Charles emerges from the cockpit, his helmet tucked under his arm. His expression is a mask of controlled emotions, but a flicker of disappointment momentarily clouds his eyes.

He scans the crowd, searching for his family. When he spots you and Lily, a wave of relief washes over him. He strides towards you, a determined glint returning to his eyes.

“There you are! Come here, mes amours.” He says addressing the two of you.

You weave through the throng of fans, a mix of congratulatory pats and sympathetic murmurs on your way to Charles. The air crackles with the post-race energy, a bittersweet symphony of cheers and dejection.

Charles scoops you both into a tight embrace, the familiar scent of adrenaline and sweat wrapping around you. You bury your face in his chest, offering silent comfort for a battle well fought but narrowly lost.

“You were amazing out there, Charles. We're so proud of you.” You whisper as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I know it wasn't the win we were hoping for, but...” he kiss your forehead.

He trails off, his gaze falling on Lily, who watches the post-race celebrations with a furrowed brow.

“Hey little champ, what do you say we celebrate papa's second place with some ice cream? How does that sound?” He says smiling at Lily.

Lily's face lights up with a radiant smile, all traces of confusion forgotten. “Ice cream! Yaaay!”

Charles throws his head back and laughs, the sound a welcome release after the tension of the race.

“See? Second place isn't so bad after all, especially when you have the best pit crew a driver could ask for.” He says smiling at you.

He winks at you, the familiar spark back in his eyes. You smile, knowing that win or lose, your family bond remains the strongest trophy of all. Together, you navigate the bustling paddock, Charles and Lily hand in hand, ready to celebrate his second place and the unwavering love that binds them. The race may be over, but the joy of being together remains the most precious victory.

***

As the three of you walk through the paddock, several staff members and the drivers stop to say goodbye to the three of you... In particular, say goodbye to little Lily, since she has become the little princess of the paddock.

Lily lets out a little scream when she sees Oscar. “Osc! Osc!” she says, jumping up and down and smiles when she sees the young Australian. “Mama! Can I... 'ay goodbye to Osc?” She asked you and you smiled at her.

“Of course you can, honey pie! But be careful, okay?” you said sweetly and she let go of your hand and walked towards Oscar.

Charles let out a small chuckle as the two of you looked at Lily walking towards Oscar, Obviously you two followed her closely, but without stopping her little adventure.

Oscar looked down to see Lily, who had a smile from ear to ear. “Oh, hello there little Lily!” He said giving her a smile and bent down to take her in his arms. “What are you doing walking around the paddock alone? You know it's bad, right?” Oscar told her and she just stuck her tongue out at him as a joke.

Lily turned her little head towards you and Charles. “Mama and papa, there Osc!” She said pointing to Oscar where you and Charles were standing, you smiled at the young Australian.

Oscar smiled at the two of you and moved a little closer to you. “Hey, congratulations on the podium Charles!” says Oscar, greeting Charles friendly. “I got scared when I saw Lily walking alone in the paddock... Why did she come towards me?” He asked with a small grimace on his face.

You smiled softly. “Well she wanted to say goodbye to you.”

“Yes... And apparently she fell in love with you.” Charles said softly and Oscar's eyes widened.

“Oh, that’s so cute Lily!” he said as he hugged Lily.

“Bye Osc!” Lily said as she got out of his arms.

Both you and Charles said goodbye to the Australian and headed towards the exit of the paddock with a Lily who was somewhat curious about her surroundings.

***

When you got to the hotel room, Lily was quite exhausted from the day of adventures she had had, so, with the help of Charles, you gave her a bath and put her pajamas on. Between the two of you, you told her a bedtime story while she snuggled with her stuffed bunny Mimi.

Charles leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams my little one. I love you.” he whispered sweetly towards Lily.

“Luv you da!” she said a little sleepy.

You leave the joint room and you stood in your place. Charles turned on his heel and looked at you.

“Are you coming love?” he asked tenderly.

You blinked. “Yes... Yes honey, just give me a moment, okay?” You tell him and he nodded as he walked to the bed that was in the center of the room.

Carefully, you opened your travel bag and took out an envelope with some papers that you had been processing for a couple of months. With the help of Fred, Lorenzo and Pascale you were able to do this, you wanted Charles to officially be Lily's dad... And maybe they don't have a blood relationship or anything else, but the connection that exists between the two of them and, in general, between the three of you, is something incredible and even though neither you nor he are married, the fact that Lily bears his last name is more than enough for you.

You carefully walked back to the room with the envelope behind you. “I would like to give you this.” You whispered softly while you handed him the envelope and he sat on the bed.

He looked at you somewhat confused. “What is this darling?” he asked.

“Find out for yourself... Open it.” you whispered again.

He opened the envelope delicately and took out the papers, some contained the entire legal process to be able to have paternity rights, kinship by affinity and so on, until he reached the last one that said: Lily Marie Leclerc, he looked at you with watery eyes. “Honey... I.” he said with a small voice. “I'm... I'm her dad, chérie... Tell me it's not a dream.”

You smiled at him. “It's not a dream my love, you're officially her dad.” you said and hugged him with all your strength. “Happy Father's Day mon amour!” you whispered and placed several kisses on his face, he couldn't believe it, he was officially a dad.

“Oh god, this is.. This is the best gift I have ever been given in my life! Oh mon cœur, thank you for this!” He said now with happy tears running down his face and you smiled lovingly.

“It's nothing baby boy... I thought, well, we should make it official.” you giggled.

While you two were hugging each other, a new adventure began for your little family... The now Leclerc family and you simply couldn't be happier about this, because you and Lily feel happy, much happier than you both had been before you met him.

[flawlessassholes]

Will we ever be blessed with more adventures of dirtbag Daniel x girl max?

considering they haunt my every waking moment with their disgustingness and love? yeah. Yeah. anyways here’s ~800 words of max trying to ‘apologize’ to daniel after baku 2017. (the apology may or may not be an offer of anal.) more under the cut!

It’s a tense fucking debrief after Max crashes him out of Hungary.

She’s red-faced, pouty, glaring at the table like it’s the steward who handed her the 10-second penalty. It wasn’t enough, Daniel thinks uncharitably. She’s going to be forced to apologize, and Daniel’s not going to accept. If she’s gonna act like the rookie she pretends not to be, then he’ll act like one back. She needs to learn that her actions have consequences, and since Christian wants to treat her like his golden little princess, that apparently falls to him.

The sun’s just gone down when she knocks on his motorhome’s door.

She’s still red-faced but freshly showered, her hair pulled back into two braids. Dutch, she explained after they fucked after he won Baku.

They haven’t since then. They won’t tonight, seeing as he’s still vacillating between throttling her and demanding she get sent back to Torro Rosso.

She holds up two beers. Awkward and stiff, like she doesn’t want to be here.

Daniel raises his eyebrows. “What are those? Apology beers?”

She nods.

He shuts the door in her face.

Childish, but Daniel never claimed to be anything otherwise.

“Daniel!” He can hear her huff. “Fuck you, Daniel, I am trying to be nice and do the right thing, and you of course won’t even let me because you are a massive dick and will only listen to me if—”

“Jesus Christ,” he yanks the door open to shut her up. He doesn’t know what’s at the end of her sentence, but he’s pretty sure Max isn’t above saying if I’m on your dick.

Which is, like, true. But he doesn’t need the entire paddock knowing that.

“Can you be any louder?” He asks. He shouldn’t because if there’s one thing he’s learned about Max between being teammates and fucking around with her, it’s that she’s got the humor of a nineteen-year-old guy when it comes to sex jokes.

Sure enough, she opens her mouth, big pink lips stretching wide, and he rolls his eyes. “Save it, will you? I’m not in the mood to pretend to laugh at your jokes.”

Max’s eyes narrow. “At least are you going to let me in?”

“Why, so you can give me a shitty beer and tell me that it wasn’t really your fault?”

“Well, I was going to let you fuck my ass, but—”

The rest of the sentence is lost to the sound of blood rushing to his head, or out of it, and him grabbing Max by the arm and pulling her inside, the door of the motorhome slamming shut.

“Jesus Christ, Max, you can’t just say that.”

“Well,” she says, far too smug. “It got me inside.”

“Oh, so that was just a tactic?”

Max frowns. “No, I meant it?”

Daniel shakes his head, takes one of the beers from her hand, opens it on the counter, and downs half of it as he sits on his couch, legs sprawled wide.

He wipes his mouth. Max is staring at his crotch. “It won’t be nice,” he says. “I’m too pissed at you to be nice.”

“I don’t need nice,” Max says immediately. Haughty. She sets the other beer on the counter and walks over to him. Most girls would try to be sexy, but Max is incapable. But despite her clunky, boyish walk, she still fucking is.

She straddles his lap, just like he taught her. “And you, of course, are never nice anyway.”

Max is a fast fucking learner when it comes to sex. Half a year ago, she couldn’t even initiate a kiss, and now she’s nosing at his neck and grinding on his lap. She’s still, like, hella awkward with it. But her inexperience—it’s heavy. And fucking hot. He said he wanted to be her first everything, and Max is apparently content to let him have at it.

He captures those plush, bitten lips in a hungry kiss, shamelessly groping her ass in her ugly khaki shorts. He can’t resist—he smacks her ass once, hard, and she yelps into his mouth.

“I am upset with you,” he says. She’s still writhing against him. Kinky. Neat.

“I am sorry,” she says, breathless as she pulls away. Then she climbs out of his lap, gangly and ungraciously, and pulls off her shirt and sports bra in one go.

He’ll never admit it, but her tits do make him forget why he’s mad in the first place.

“Alright,” he says, standing. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

He grabs her hips and spins her around so her ass is flush against his mostly-hard dick. He grinds against her, and she moans as she nods.

God, another first. He’s high with the thought.

He steps back. Spanks her ass again. “Get on the bed.”

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Omg, I loved the contract fic so much! Do you plan for a part 2? I think you will do a wonderful job developing this story 🥹🤗✌🏻

Hii, here's part 2 of the contract, if you haven't read part 1 here it is:

https://www.tumblr.com/swiftiethatlovesf1/758531813976293376/the-contract?source=share

As the months went by, Y/N found herself unexpectedly acclimating to the fast-paced life of the paddock. The roar of engines that once overwhelmed her now felt like a familiar soundtrack. The bustling crowds, the flashing cameras, the constant attention—it had all become part of her world. And at the center of it all was Lewis.

What had started as a mere façade, a business arrangement to appease Ferrari’s investors, had blossomed into something far deeper. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but somewhere between the expensive dates in glamorous cities and the crazy adventures in hidden corners of the world, her feelings for Lewis had grown beyond her control. Their late-night talks, where they shared dreams and secrets under the cover of darkness, had only solidified what she already knew: she was falling for him. Hard.

But with those feelings came uncertainty. The lines of their relationship had blurred so much that she no longer knew where they stood. Were they still playing their parts, or had something real developed between them? And if it was real, did Lewis feel the same? She wanted to believe that his kindness, his protectiveness, his genuine smiles were more than just an act. But doubt lingered, especially in the quieter moments when she caught him staring into the distance, lost in thought.

As the summer break approached, Y/N decided to take a chance. It was the perfect opportunity to see where they stood, to find out if what they had was real. She waited until they were alone, the rest of the team having already left for the day. Lewis was sitting in his motorhome, scrolling through his phone when she entered.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice laced with a mix of hope and nerves.

Lewis looked up, a small smile touching his lips. “Hey. What’s up?”

She took a deep breath, stepping closer. “I was thinking… since we have some time off for the summer break, maybe we could go somewhere. Just the two of us. I’ve always wanted to see Santorini or maybe even Bali. What do you think?��

For a moment, she saw something flash in his eyes—something that looked like longing. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. He put down his phone, his expression turning cold and distant.

“Actually, Y/N, I think I’m going to use this time to be alone,” he said, his voice flat and emotionless.

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Oh… I just thought… I mean, we’ve been spending so much time together, and I thought maybe…”

Lewis shook his head, cutting her off. “I need some space. I think we both do. It’s been a lot lately, and I just need time to clear my head.”

The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had been so sure that he felt something for her, that their relationship was more than just a contractual obligation. But now, standing in front of him, hearing him say he needed space, it felt like her heart was breaking into a million pieces.

“Right,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Of course. I understand.”

She turned to leave, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. As she walked away, she felt like she had been a fool, mistaking his kindness and attention for something more. Clearly, he was just doing his job, being nice because he had to, not because he wanted to.

Lewis watched her go, his own heart aching at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, to pull her back, to tell her the truth—that he was in love with her, that every moment they spent together felt like magic. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The thought of dragging her deeper into the chaotic world of fame and scrutiny that came with being in his life terrified him. He had seen what it did to people, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt because of him.

As the summer break unfolded, both Lewis and Y/N found themselves struggling with their emotions. Y/N tried to throw herself into her music, but every note she played felt hollow. She missed him—missed his smile, his laugh, the way he made her feel like the most important person in the world. But she forced herself to accept that it was all in her head, that he didn’t feel the same way.

Lewis, on the other hand, spent his days in a haze of regret. Every time he tried to distract himself, thoughts of Y/N crept in, filling his mind with memories of their time together. He missed her more than he thought possible, and the distance he had put between them only made the ache in his chest grow stronger.

A few weeks into the break, Y/N had a performance with an orchestra in Vienna—a prestigious event she had been looking forward to for months. But as the day approached, she found it hard to muster any excitement. Her heart wasn’t in it, not without him there to share it with.

On the night of the performance, Y/N took the stage, her violin in hand. The concert hall was packed, but as she began to play, her mind wandered. She poured all her emotions into the music, letting the sorrow and longing she felt flow through her fingers and into the strings. The audience watched in rapt attention, but all she could think about was Lewis.

Halfway through her solo, she spotted him in the crowd. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she thought she was imagining things. But then their eyes met, and she knew it was real. He was there, sitting in the front row, his gaze fixed on her.

As the piece came to an end, the audience erupted into applause, but Y/N could barely hear it over the sound of her pounding heart. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she made her way offstage. She didn’t know what to expect, but as soon as she stepped into the wings, she saw him waiting for her.

“Lewis,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

He took a step closer, his expression intense, his eyes full of emotion. “I had to see you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I tried to stay away, to do the right thing, but I can’t. I miss you, Y/N. I miss you so damn much.”

She stared at him, her heart aching at his words. “But you said… you said you needed space.”

“I know,” he said quickly, his voice cracking. “I thought I was protecting you. I thought if I kept my distance, it would be easier for both of us. But I was wrong. I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. This isn’t fake for me. It hasn’t been for a long time.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as his words sank in. She had spent so many nights wondering if he felt the same way, and now, hearing him say it out loud, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“I’ve fallen for you too, Lewis,” she admitted, her voice shaking with emotion. “I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. I thought you were just being nice, that you didn’t feel the same way.”

He stepped closer, reaching out to gently cup her face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I was scared, but I’m done running. I want to be with you, for real.”

A sob escaped her lips as she nodded, her heart swelling with happiness and relief. “I want that too,” she said, her voice barely audible.

Without another word, Lewis closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was everything she had hoped for and more, a perfect moment that made all the pain and uncertainty worth it. As they pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin.

“We’ll figure this out,” he promised, his voice filled with determination. “No more pretending. No more hiding. Just us.”

She smiled through her tears, nodding as she wrapped her arms around him. “Just us,” she agreed, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.

As they stood there, holding each other tightly, they both knew that this was just the beginning. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but they were ready to face it together, knowing that what they had was real. And that was all that mattered.

[nooripoori]

baby cele adventures

~where he stays during the race

Arriving to the race Carola has to bring him(they had to explain to her why they had a baby, she was a bit skeptical but nobody can say no to cele) so that the media doesn’t think that the one of the vr46 academy boys had a secret love child.

Each of them got to keep Cele in their motorhome for one race week to decide which one he prefers, he choose Pecco cuz his bed was the fluffiest.

Pecco keeps Cele’s favourite snacks, drinks and healthy baby food stacked in his trailer at all times. He even has tons of stuffed toys and toy motorcycles for Cele to play with. His favourite stuffed toy is the huge whale plushie Luca got for him and he doesn’t sleep without it.

Whenever one of the boys has a bad day they just go to Pecco’s trailer to cuddle and hang out with Cele.

Cele loves sleeping with Bezz the most cuz he’s apparently the cuddliest in his opinion, Pecco has had to share a bed with Cele AND Bezz on multiple occasions cuz Cele refused to sleep without Bezz.

Cele likes sitting in Luca’s garage during the session if he’s too bored to stay in the trailer cuz Luca’s garage is the most peaceful in his opinion and he likes the honda bikes color.

When the press questioned the boys about who Cele was they told them that it was Pecco’s cousins son and that the cousin passed away and Pecco was the legal guardian.

Cele cries whenever one of them crashes so when Bezz and Franky crashed in the silverstone sprint he was totally inconsolable and didn’t stop crying until he saw one of them.

more baby cele

[f1xmalereader]

max x teen reader? like max is left babysitting him or something? imagine the chaos that would be caused.

Ultimate Chaos

Max Verstappen x Male Vettel Reader

Relationship is purely platonic

You nervously sit on the couch in Max Verstappen's motorhome, waiting for him to finish getting ready. Your father, Sebastian Vettel, had to attend a meeting with the FIA for a penalty he received, and he left you in Max's care for the afternoon.

Max comes out of the bedroom, looking amused as he sees you fidgeting nervously. "Hey there, little Vettel," he says with a grin. "Ready to go cause some trouble?"

You nod, feeling a little more at ease with Max's playful attitude. "What are we going to do?" you ask.

Max winks. "I have a little prank planned for Daniel Ricciardo. You in?"

You nod eagerly, excited to be a part of Max's plan. You both head to the paddock, where you see Daniel's car parked nearby. Max leads you to the back of the car, where you both crouch down behind it.

"Okay, here's the plan," Max whispers. "I'm going to knock on his door and distract him while you sneak up and put this whoopee cushion on his seat."

He hands you a whoopee cushion and grins. "Ready?"

You nod, feeling the excitement building in your chest. Max walks over to Daniel's car and knocks on the door. As Daniel steps out, Max starts talking to him, distracting him with some small talk.

You take this opportunity to sneak up to the driver's seat and carefully slip the whoopee cushion onto it. You quickly back away and crouch down again next to Max, trying to contain your laughter.

Suddenly, there's a loud farting noise coming from Daniel's car. You both burst out laughing as Daniel looks around in confusion, trying to figure out what just happened.

Max high-fives you. "Nice one, little Vettel! That was epic!"

You feel a sense of pride at having helped Max with the prank. As you both walk away, still chuckling, you feel grateful for the unexpected adventure that Max had given you.

[oneknightstand-if]

Is Broderick actually sane or is it only in comparison to the train wrecks that the other Harbingers are + Merlin and Vivian.

I mean sanity is such a nebulous concept depending upon the social construct and mores of the time and...

... yeah, I mean, he's acting in a pretty normal fashion considering what's going on. If someone just came up and said you were a Harbinger of the Apocalypse would you just believe them and go frolicking off on some sort of Armageddon adventure?

Lorelei is also (relatively) level-headed as well, she's just less likely to act out like Broderick. And if the MC is a cloudcuckoolander too, then Adrian is going to be the only one in that motorhome with a lick of common sense for quite awhile.

[oursmallworldadventures]

I’m in love.

I’m in love with the idea of romance.

I’m in love with the idea of intimacy.

I’m in love with the idea of love.

I’m in love with the idea that two people can love each other so much that they literally change their lives just enough to include each other in every future plan, idea, and escapade for the rest of their lives.

I’m in love with the idea that you can meet a perfect stranger one day and with enough time, that person’s life could just become intertwined with yours as you fall deeper and deeper into love with this person, devoting your life not to just worshipping them like a love-struck Shakespearian teenage romance, but to actually building a life together with them, to make memories, share holidays, experience birthdays, celebrations, arguments, moments of mourning, days absolute boredom, through sickness, health, depression, delusion, absolute bliss, indescribable happiness, incomprehensible pleasure, insomnia, anxiety, hardships, lucky days, good evenings, groggy mornings, rainy days, sunny seasons, moonlit nights, sips of coffee, glasses of wine, cups of cocoa, bowls of popcorn, Tupperware leftover dinners, bill paying budget cuts, extra money date nights, and super sexy sweatpants with a little smelly but still comfortable oversized t-shirt nights that include couch-snuggling with movie marathons, Netflix binges or YouTube browsing.

I’m in love with the fact that life isn’t perfect and we’re not here for a long time but I’m also in love with the idea that there can be a love out there that could make a person want to literally work that much harder to include another person mentally, physically, intimately and emotionally into their lives and spend the little of what time they have left with them.

I’m in love with the idea that another person could literally just walk into your life and decide you’re the one and just stand by you, helping you grow each & everyday and literally loving you without conditions. They don’t just put up with you, wait on you, take care of you or do everything for you but they help you reach for your dreams, they push you to do better, they teach you how to love, how accept love for yourself, and they in a way make you want to be a better person not just for them but for yourself to give them the person you think they deserve. They complete you in a way, but then they also give your life more meaning as if they share the part of main character in the story of your life.

I’m in love with the idea that it doesn’t matter if a couple is: super affectionate, more laid-back, super nerdy with video games D&D, cosplaying, larping, conventions, anime and collectibles, really into adventure, outdoors, hiking, camping or sports, really into celebrities with concerts, clubs, social media and movies, really into emo bands, raves, hang outs and hair dyes, or even if they’re into cars, fixing things, hard work or even being independent… there’s always someone out there for everyone. Even if you go to church on Sundays, only eat plant-based options, swear like a sailor, devote your life to animals or even travel the world in a beat-up camper, van, or motorhome… there is always somebody out there who matches your energy who would love to spend forever with you being a partner, an equal or being exactly what you want/need/are willing to accept into your life.

I am in love with these ideas of love and how love is and forever will be a constantly changing idea and construct or feeling that differs by each and every single person but for every single person who feels a certain way of love, there is at least ONE additional person (if not more) who matches them perfectly somewhere in the world.

I am in love with the idea of love and I am in love with the idea that love like this might exist outside an idea.

[jow99]

Kergors to Camaret-sur-Mer to Brest (and my birthday)

A lovely start to the day opening cards from family and getting lots of messages and a call from my beautiful sister-in-law ❤️

It’s still bloody chilly so after breakfast we got packed up and hit the road. First stop was literally just down the road. We had been so busy looking for a campground we didn’t really get to take in the views, etc yesterday. We did however notice a whole bunch of land yachts racing about. It looked amazing. So we went back this morning to take some photos. Unfortunately we got there as they were doing the safety briefing, etc so it took ages for them to get going and then they were hopeless. Anyway, a few photos for you to enjoy.

The next stop was Corzon which I have to say is very uninspiring but it does service the peninsula that we’re currently on. We had an average coffee there and then happily moved on.

Our next and proper stop was Camaret-sur-Mer. It looks exactly like I would expect a typical Breton fishing village to look, complete with grey threatening skies today 🙄 There are motorhomes everywhere. Finding parking is quite a task.

We had a lovely lunch of moules frites 😋 Cornouaille is famous for its cider (it has AOP designations) and its mussels. They are small and bright yellow when they’re cooked and they are delicious.

After lunch we wandered over to see the UNESCO listed Tower Vauban. I never did work out why it’s UNESCO listed.

We then hopped back into Tess and went out to Point Pen Hir. The colours of the heather out there are amazing, I’ve never seen anything like it. The coast line is pretty rugged, again as you’d expect out here in west Brittany.

By now we were freezing so we hopped into Tessi and headed to Brest hoping for better weather. Brest is not normally on the tourist itinerary but we are here in honour of Katherine and Ian and their PBP adventures. We figured we couldn’t come to Brittany and not stop in for a visit.

Our introduction to Brest wasn’t great. There was a closed road on the route to our campground that google maps seriously couldn’t deal with. We eventually drove far enough out of town for it to find an alternate route but in doing so came across a traffic jam caused by an accident.

We finally made it to our campground and it’s still freezing. Well freezing for summer, definitely pushing it to be in shorts and a t-shirt, plus the grey skies 😣

We got Tess set up and went for a walk down to the ocean. There was a pebbly “beach” and it really didn’t look that tempting, probably more because of the air temperature than the water itself and of course the grey sky. We did have a drink while we were down there and then headed back.

We had hoped there might have been some restaurants by the ocean but there was only the one bar and it only did food at lunchtime. It looked like I would be cooking tonight but then we discovered they were doing a crepe night in the bar so we booked ourselves in. We could only get the second sitting so we had a few drinks and nibbles in Tess while we waited.

We could have four galettes/crepes each, 2 savoury and 2 sweet. We thankfully only realised that after 1 savoury and 2 sweet plus a bottle of cider. We were stuffed. So now I’m finishing today’s blog replete and sleepy 😴

[pixeldistractions]

Gameplay notes on a broken, stinky camper:

They haven’t set off on their adventure quite yet, by the way. There’s a bit more story to go still. But this is a glimpse into their future to show off the camper, since I need an entire empty lot to park this thing on, and the camper shown in the previous story scenes is just deco.

Here is the camper build that they’ll actually live in. It’s a decent sized class-C motorhome. As Jordan said, it’s not really one of those cute little renovated #vanlife campers that Ingrid has her heart set on. (Like this one <- I am a total geek over this woman’s van life channel, lol!)

But maybe Ingrid will get hers someday.

This camper is old and run down, definitely in need of some renovation. Jordan is a handy guy, so I have no doubt he’ll keep it running. But creative or stylish, he is not. So he’s probably quite happy to make it smell better and just leave it be.

It’s off-grid, and doesn’t currently have any power or water capabilities, but he is welcome to upgrade those systems when he’s ready.

It’s off-grid, and a micro home on 32 squares. (33, actually, being 3x11, and I cheated out a block from the bathroom so it could remain in the smallest tier. 😉 )

I haven’t played with either of these lot types in gameplay before, and I’m super excited to try them! I’m also looking forward to the gameplay of bringing this camper to different locations and playing in some towns that I don’t normally play. But it’s a bummer that, more often than not, I’ll have to bulldoze an entire building to place it somewhere.

(OMG give us world editing tools!!!)

The lot challenges are filthy, gremlins, and creepy-crawlies. And because it was said to be very stinky in the story, I placed a few of these apartment problem stink clouds around to pop up and give them a bad surprise from time to time.

The whole camper, not counting the lot value of wherever it’s placed, is around $7000. Neither of them paid that much for it, or even have that much money to their names. I keep my sims broke, lol! But I do have a kind of personal gameplay rule that my sims can get a bonus “kaching” for each apartment problem or lot challenge they add, to help out with the purchase price. Because in game, lot challenges don’t make the lot any cheaper, even though they kind of should, in my opinion.

Then they would have to pay $1000 in “repairs” to get rid of the lot challenge or apartment problem, if they ever decide to.

(Sadly, I suspect my apartment problems are about to totally break with the new For Rent pack we’re getting, and I’m not sure I have the brain space or ability to fix them this time. Oh well, we had a good run with them, didn’t we? Hopefully someone with more skills and time can pick up the torch.)

Jordan imagines renovating this back room with a couple of bunk beds for his boys, for the hopeful occasion that Colette lets them come out to visit.

So, they’ll take this thing to a few locations on their way out to California, and then in a couple weeks, Jordan will end up in Sierra Nova to meet up with Maya for the climbing club she hosts through Tyler’s adventure park. The plan is that they’ll train for a season in Sierra Nova, then travel to Komorebi to train further and then attempt to summit, which is another bit of gameplay I haven’t tried before.

I am not going to attempt to wrangle any sort of road trip driving shots with this thing, or the deco object, either. We will use our imaginations!

(Oh, but how cool would a cars/road trip pack be, where we could own a camper and drive it from place to place? But I bet even if they made a pack like that, the campers would be rabbit holes like the tents are.)

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Time to get the motorhome back up and ready

WISCONSIN DELLS, WI: "Getting marooned at the Sand Bar"--something of a coy slogan for a tourist-town bar bound to attract as much locals as tourists, and bound to recall in Crazy Claws' mind the time he was driving the Original Wisconsin Ducks tour, and pulled off a corny number about "crossing the [sand] bar" entering Dell Creek off the Wisconsin River heading towards Lake Delton. "Which I meant as a coy little plug," CC was quick to add, "in the spirit of the Ducks' corny narration."

"Explaining, no doubt, its popularity," Huckleberry Hound was quick to add.

"Is it any wonder that the Ducks have this 'must-see' sort of charm even before the waterparks came along?" was how Crazy Claws replied as all three of us were having the Sand Bar's celebrated steakburgers for lunch.

"Oh, and just as reminder, CC," remarked I, "we were going to get our motorhome out of storage after all this time--"

"Diving with Peter Potamus and crew; I couldn't help but resist just how irresistable the diving experience can get with such a likable-looking hippo." (Brief pause) "And believe you me, the dive videos he shared with me couldn't help but be IRRESISTABLY ADDICTING ... especially wearing just yourself in a coral reef off the Virgin Islands and trying not to look embarrassed!"

At any rate, it came down to the business at hand: Getting the motorhome out of storage, getting rid of any storage-related smells (such as mothballs) and getting such in readiness for the summer ahead. "Starting, I'll have you know," Huck remarked, "Easter Sunday as guests of the Cattanooga Cats in Gatlinburg."

"And let me guess," Crazy Claws asked, "the Easter Parade."

"Which the feline quartet who never purr or meow," remarked I, "will be laying on. Literally impromptu, mainly in some of the back alleys of downtown Gatlinburg and the Parkway towards the National Park Entrance ... and returning to Cattanooga Klatsche."

"Their coffeehouse," Crazy Claws chimed in. "I thought I knew as much."

It took a modest little drive through wet and borderline slushy streets of Wisconsin Dells to find the storage shed where our motorhome was in storage since fall, as turned out to be on the south side in a somewhat ratty-looking metal pole building some yokel hath for the sake of vehicular and camper storage over the winter, and it took about ten minutes to get the manager of the storage building over to assist in unlocking and reclaiming the motorhome. After having to endure quite the garage-in-winter smell and getting some paperwork out of the way, the motorhome--that which we now share these adventures moving forward since last spring--was ours again.

But not without the inevitable smell of mothballs, bound to require some airing out just to make it sane enough to drive in. After an hour and a half or so of having to open the doors of the motorhome in a municipal parking lot just to air things out, as well as get some initial provisions for a couple days' on the road--not to mention air freshener simulating a "new car" smell, and the obvious refuelling with diesel fuel accompanied by the legendary Kwik Trip chicken tenders--

"Why not stay a couple days with me?" was how Crazy Claws parsed it. "Then, we could be on our way ... but not before I find some comfort with a lady bobcat like myself."

"I take it that it's mating season with your kind," Huckleberry Hound remarked.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" Crazy Claws added.

*************

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[sadsackpostteen]

Maybe I'm going mad

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Summary:

Seb landed on the paddock, unannounced and unaware, and the only way seems to be sent back was a closure with Mark.

*trigger warning: very brief mention of physical violence, coming from Mark's illusion, if you're uncomfortable with it, skip the paragraph starting with He can't remember how many times.....

Work Text:

"Mate, you gotta stop doing that, looks like it you are patronizing me." Oscar shoved his phone into his manager's hand with an undertone full of undetectable grudge, which, regardless of how nonchalant he looked, could never escape the vigilant eyes of the latter.

Mark took the phone, deliberately not glancing at the screen in a closer distance, greeted by the candid shot taken in Mclaren's garage where he squatted in front of the driver, mansplaining something, while the younger man stared back at him, deadpan as always.

"How is that patronizing? You can barely see my face." Mark held back every muscle around his mouth, not letting his tone show any suggestion of a smirk, and handed the phone back to Oscar.

"Of all the empty chairs in the room, you have to squat down to talk to me. Even the back of your head, Mark, spells patronizing." The younger Aussie accepted the phone without looking back at his manager, walking faster towards his motorhome.

"Mate, you do remember I was asking you about dinner, not instructing you how to race weren't I?" His manager couldn't keep his voice strained anymore, hand brushing the young man's as he speeded up the pace to chase after him, giggling like a fool.

Feeling slightly self-conscious of the accidental physical touch, however reassuring that was, Oscar cracked for a split second as well, but quickly resumed his usual stance. "You're probably right, mate. My brain's gonna hurt for thinking too much."

The confession melted Mark's heart so much he thought it might burst with affection.

From the beginning of their relationship, where Oscar was too laidback to reveal his own feelings besides racing while Mark never felt obligated to coax them out of his boy's head, since they were comfortable enough with each other's company, to every now and then when Mark was endearingly dumbfounded at the emotional crumbs scattered by the young man, between nothing and everything along the road, now look how far they've come.

Ever since the young Aussie stepped into the seat of F1 cockpit, the pressure, mostly imposed by the driver himself, which weighed ten tonnes heavier than any other's expectation, has attenuated their distance instead. More and more often, he not only asked his manager questions about racing guidance for every new track he hadn't traveled before, but how he thought of those destinations as well, exhilarated for the adventure, overanxious for the results, and rarest of all, insecure about the reality.

"You know this is your rookie season in F1, right?" He recalled the same line he used to comfort Oscar every time his driver had regarded himself falling short of his teammate, the emotionless countenance he displayed despite on the inside there was a turmoil of self blaming. "No one is expecting you to win a wdc right away. The teammate battle means nothing when the perspective is different. Your brain's gonna hurt if you keep thinking too much."

The reverberation of his memory churned his stomach into a pond of unclassified emotions, unsettling yet transient. How to store that moment of sizzling pleasure was a talent he was never fortunate enough to be endowed with.

Those words were no secret code nor inside joke, but bearing in mind that Oscar has taken what he had said by heart only occurred to the older man that the smile plastered on his face when Oscar looked at him, clearly waiting for his reply to something.

It was honestly embarrassing, how being with a young man turned him into a school girl in front of a crush instead. Love is indeed a silly thing, he pondered.

"Sorry pup, you were saying?"

"Is that Sebastian Vettel over there?" Ignoring how unnerved the nickname made him, he pointed at a distant figure wandering around and looking lost.

bring himself back to present. "Yes, that's him."

"Is there any bee project to promote today?" There was no inflection in Oscar's answer, nothing sarcastic nor curious, just plain enquiring.

Mark chuckled, enjoying the effortless humor despite that was not the young man's intention. "Nah, I don't think this is what he came for."

"Oh," this time Mark noticed an ounce of perplexion in his tone, "why don't you ask about it?"

Driven by his own wonder and Oscar's, Mark approached him hesitantly. Thanks to the driver reflex, the German sensed him within a few strides, sparing Mark the strenuous effort of not spooking the unexpected guest. Still, the blond let out a little gasp of surprise, and when he looked up at his older teammate, something akin to fondness was glittering in his eyes. His lips, pink and plump, parted. Out of relief, he closed the distance between them and reached his teammate's upper arm like his second nature. All of a sudden, Mark found himself back in the old Red Bull hospitality, where all the intimate interactions, regardless of the mixed signals they implied, captivated him, disorienting the time from then and now.

"Mark, what's going on?" The reverie was disrupted by a monotonous question. Mark detached his arm from the grip of the young German, who shot him a slight pout in return.

He reluctantly shifted his gaze away from Seb's soft underlip to reply to his younger driver. "I'm not sure what's going on either. This is a hundred percent Sebastian, but probably a fifteen-year-younger version. You see, I had the same t-shirt as that one." He then turned back to his old teammate, questioning, "and what year you're from?"

"Isn't now 2010?" His eyebrows furrowed, looking genuinely confused.

"Nope", Mark took out his phone to show him the time and date, trying hard to repress the thought of how adorable the face he made. "Although you look no different from the back, especially that messy hair of yours."

"Get off, you know you love my hair." Emboldened by the bicker, Seb gently shoved at Mark's shoulder, more like a kitten punch.

As the older man reached for a ruffle at the mop of golden curls, an act he never dared to do when they were busy snagging each other's throats but longed to since back then, the younger Aussie interrupted his motion, meekly gesturing to the opposite direction, asking for permission to leave, "Um, Mark? I'm going to find Kim."

"Wait, pup, I'll go with you." Mark dropped his hand to his side and decided to leave Seb as he was.

"No, stay, you seem fun." Seb called him out over Mark's shoulder, "and you, you have to help me get out of here."

"How am I supposed to do that when I don't even know how you got here in the first place?" Mark grimaced, as helpless as his ex-teammate.

"Let's see," the German snickered, left brow arching, suggesting some sick trap plotting inside his head, waiting for Mark to voluntarily step in, "if I can't come back, Britta will worry sick, so do Christian and Dr. Marko, and the only man who's gonna pop champagne for my disappearance would be you, since you don't have anything else to celebrate."

"You cannot be serious." Instead of snapping or looking defeated as per Sebastian's wish, Mark grunted, shook his head and walked back to Oscar, who remained deadpan but clearly shocked amid the aftermath of the snarky remark.

"Fine, I'll come clean." said the German's voice from behind.

Mark stopped the retreat, waiting for the whole context to fill in within him.

"You and I were having a fight, you ran away in the middle of it, and boy, did you change. I left the house too, so you wouldn't have to confront me when you're back. But I guess I ran too far and ended up here."

As if hit by lightning, Mark was reminded of the night when they were having one of the worst fights.

They were so smitten with each other that the tension on the track could be easily forgotten afterward. But being older never equates to being wiser. One minute he was intimidated by the German on track, an epitome of feral and ruthless, one overtake after another, the next he crowded him in the most secluded corner possible on the paddock, devouring the blond's mouth like viaticum, hands roaming up and down inside his fireproof, however, the touch alone could never satiate both of them. He was somehow twisted, as the stronger the urge to curse the German's race being destroyed grew, the more sleepless nights Mark had spent, thrusting him like a lumberjack until his younger teammate ran out of voice begging for more fullness, satisfied and ruined all at once.

He can't remember how many times he wanted to choke him, hands already wrapping around that slender neck, one more squeeze he'll suffer. Underneath him, Seb looked deliciously wrecked, casting him the dreamy look he couldn't stand for a second. Their eyes met as he was thinking that dark thought, he wondered how he had kept his sanity at bay.

On the track, they've been fighting over the team's favorite. Off the track, he wondered whether he was Seb's favorite. Yet he cannot decide the one he saw in Seb's eyes was himself, or the lover figure Seb had hoped he was.

He wanted to become the latter, to seamlessly slide in the projection, to satisfy Seb's need whatsoever. But he also wanted him to have a taste of the disappointment he'd been bitterly swallowing, race after race, and to shatter every anticipation Seb and he had envisioned when they started everything.

This love-hate relationship began tearing him into halves, yet neither of which he could afford to separate from his teammate. Because the harder he had tried to distance himself, the more pieces he would break into.

Mark had mulled over night after night, finally pulling the trigger, for the sake of his sanity.

Surprisingly, Seb accepted the decision in a calm and peaceful manner. "No hard feelings." He reassured Mark with his signature smile, all teeth and bright as sunshine.

Mark, almost brittle for the outcome, read into the rationality and deluded himself into believing that he was the one who devoted more to this relationship, as the pain he imposed on himself can testify. Seb stared at him as though he had grown a second head, amused by the accusation. Adding one more layer to Mark's devastation, he didn't use this as the last opportunity to let Mark in, disclose a peek inside his mind, or defend himself in any form, which can be a comfort for Mark's own good. That "I don't give a fuck" attitude can sometimes build up around as an armor, shielding irrelevant people's irrelevant thoughts from getting into his own head, but right then and there it pierced through the older man's heart, pumping, draining, until the last droplet of whatever kept the love flooding over his veins dried out.

The lull must have been extended during his track of rewind, that or both younger drivers didn't expect him to say anything to supplement. He glanced at Oscar, who was still quietly fidgeting about whether to stay or go, then at Sebastian, the exact person emerging out of nowhere, just to help him relive a painful phase of his life where he'd been agonizing over losses that he deemed insurmountable in every aspect.

"Yeah, I do remember." His eyes fixed back on the blonde, voice trembling from the tumultuous memory where he almost sent a search party for the missing blonde, while the same person was having a reminiscing conversation with his older self in the presence of the latter's younger boyfriend. The absurdity of how his past and present collided has never crossed his mind. Now that it unraveled in front of him, Mark felt like he was witnessing a track wreck: nothing he could do to prevent it from happening, nor could he look away. The cruelty has made his past efforts of healing and remaking in vain. How he wished he woke up and found himself in a fever dream.

"Honestly, I don't wannna go back." The blonde hung his head, frustrated, "the mind game, or whatever we were playing, was sick. I hate it as much I hate it tormenting you, us."

"Go home, Seb." Mark pressed him, voice gentle and soft, as if pampering a wounded puppy.

"But how can I go back to the grumpy man who treated me rough and hostile when you are so sweet and nice now?" He cast a wistful look at Mark, and the young man unwillingly lurching behind, discreet as a shadow.

Before Mark made one more attempt to send Seb back, his fellow Aussie interjected, "Mark? I really gotta find Kim. It was nice meeting you, Sebastian." then he turned his heels around without Mark answering back, running in the biggest hurry of his life.

Seeing his mental anchor ditching him, Mark couldn't blame him. His number one priority right now was to transport the impulsive young German back to his past self, who must have been extremely concerned, regardless of the accusation of being schadenfreude.

"What if I told you we didn't break up that night?"

The German's eyes lit up like the tower at midnight, "Really? You mean that?"

Mark couldn't reel in the thought that he still found him endearing, a guilty but unchecked feeling gripping him tightly around the throat. He let out a deep breath, trying to get past the lump, "I do mean it, and please don't use my own words against me when we fight next time, but I've never been mad at you."

Like a heavy weight was lifted off Seb's shoulder, he visibly relaxed a bit, hands stretching out from both sides, "Will you forgive me and give me a hug, before I go back?"

"Is that the magic word to send you back, 'I forgive you'?" Mark dodged the reaching hands, making little quotation marks in the air, then giving the German's shoulder a friendly pat instead. If he lingered for slightly longer, no one mentioned about it. "You will get the hug from me tonight."

"Goodbye Mark, see you at home."

"Goodbye, Seb."

I miss you, but I don't miss holding you. He secretly thought to himself, glancing over his shoulder one last time, realizing that Seb was long gone, turning back for Oscar.

[wanderella-w]

Bye Emma, hello restday (day 29-31)

On day 29 we walked from Gorran Haven to Carlyon Bay, around 19km. We made our breakfast porridge using the hot water kettle at the camp site (saved some dishes and gas) and said goodbye to Emma, who was brave enough to get up with us at 6am even though her bus only left at 9:30. On our walk on that grey day we came through Mevagissey after 5 km and we had a coffee there to wake up properly. I still had some memories of the town from our 2016 family holiday. Now we felt ready for all the ups and down (regarding elevation) the day had in store for us. It stayed grey but the views of the coves and beaches were still quite pretty. We came through Charlestown, a town with cute little shops, and as we got closer to Carlyon Bay there were quite a lot modern villas on big properties and a golf course. For our campsite, which was free according to the wikicamps app, we had to walk inland and found ourselves walking along a busy street in between a gated industrial site and a gated children's play paradise. Quite a difference to our usual surroundings on the path. The campsite belonged to an Inn and the lady there told us that they were not actually a campsite but a 'pit stop' for motorhomes. We could camp there for free anyways and we had a big choice of perfect grass pitches so we were happy:).

The Inn itself was quite cozy and they had a nice vegetarian menu (haloumi burger, madras curry & vegetable stew), therefore we took our chance to have an a bit too early but delicious easter meal sponsored by Margreet en Jobst. It was raining outside but in the Inn there was a nice and cozy atmosphere and after dinner (for dessert) we moved to one of the couches where stayed all evening reading our books. Talking about books: This morning I said to Rosa that it was a bit annoying that I didn't have a book for our upcoming restday anymore, after I gave it away in Falmouth... when five minutes later we came past and old phone booth converted to a book swap case! Rosa immediately spotted one book lying on top of others that she said she would absolutely recommend and it wasn't even too big! It was possible to buy books for a donation into the money box at the public toilets, and as I didn't have a book to swap anymore, I did that. The universe took care of me, as Rosa said.

That night I didn't sleep so well as it got cold during the night and my sleeping bag wasn't properly closed at my back - so in the morning I felt like my cold had come back. Luckily, as mentioned above, we would soon have a rest day.

The next day (Thursday), Rosa already left the path after 4km in Par to go to our shepherds hut, the designated place for our rest day, and she did groceries at Aldi on her way there. I still wanted to complete the loop around Grubbing Head to Fowey, from where I would take the Ferry to Polruan and then the bus to the hut in Pelynt. It was a nice day and the walk wasn't long but it was quite tiring anyways, maybe because of my cold.

The bus which I wanted to take from the ferry quay didn't come so I took another one that didn't go to Pelynt directly. After a few stops the bus driver said that I would miss my connecting bus in Polperro and that I could better walk from here ("It's all flat, take the second right"). I thanked him for the tip and got off. The 2,5 miles walk turned out to be a bit more adventurous than expected because at some point I took a path which was marked with a sign saying 'public footpath' but which obviously wasn't really in use anymore. I arrived at our hut with wet feet again due to a small river crossing, but it didn't matter as it turned out we could do a washing at the campsite and it was nice weather so I could let my shoes dry. After a shower I enjoyed the late afternoon lying on the bed with the windows open and our delicious meal in the evening for which Rosa had done excellent shopping.

Today, the 7th of April, is our restday and we mainly spend it reading, drinking tea and doing some small to-dos. It's great! Also we discovered it's exactly one month ago that we started our hike!

[andyhe]

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You wouldn’t throw the ice cream in the living room, Nor Key scratching the brand new car. We knows how to take good care of what we concerns. There is no different with our own planet, right? For those adventurers out there who want to preserve nature while enjoying RV life, here are our favorite eco-friendly RV tips.

Your Eco-Friendly RV – Tips & Tricks

Yes, you can indulge your RV wanderlust and go green at the same time. Here’s how:

Reduce on Fossil Fuels

You probably know that RVs are heavy on fuel. This is neither environmentally friendly nor good for the wallet. Since the average diesel RV only gets 8-14 miles per gallon, it’s imperative to maximize fuel efficiency. Try these RV tips to reduce gas:

Go for a smaller vehicle. If you’re in the market for an RV and want to minimize gas consumption, opt for a smaller Class C motorhome, or even a Class B van. The bigger the rig, the more gasoline it consumes.

Stay up-to-date with maintenance. Small tweaks can make a huge difference. For example, keeping your tires properly inflated can improve fuel consumption by up to 3%. 

Change to bio–diesel fuel.  Bio-diesel is a renewable, biodegradable fuel made from animal fats, vegetable oils, or recycled restaurant grease. Not currently available at all gas stations. But it’s growing in popularity, and you can use this handy online tool to find alternative gas stations near you.

Press the accelerator lightly. Slow down and enjoy the scenic route. By accelerating less and maintaining a moderate speed, you save fuel. The best speed for an RV is 55 to 60 mph.

Travel light. Only bring travel essentials. Dead weight will slow your RV down and cost you more fuel.

Pro Tip: Switch to lithium RV batteries and reduce hitch weight by up to 70%. The weight of ion lithium RV battery is 1/2 of lead-acid battery with the same capacity.

Charge Your Gadgets With The Power Of The Sun

Most of us use a ton of gadgets every day. Think cell phones, laptops, cameras, and more. Since they all need to be charged, why not reduce energy consumption and use solar energy? After all, solar energy is a completely renewable energy source.

By calculating and armed with solar panels, inverter&controller, most important with our stable and security DA lithium battery pack, You are allowed to charge your gadgets from anywhere. Whether you’re staying in your RV or backpacking in the mountains for the weekend, it never hurts to have solar power at your disposal. Even better, charging your devices with solar power is better for the environment.

Try Your Hand At Dry Camping Or Boondocking 

Dry camping and boondocking are some of the best ways to make your RV eco friendly. They are also fun! If you can ditch the connection for a few nights, you’ll be rewarded with open spaces and starry skies, especially for the rednecks out there.

Just because you’re off the grid doesn’t mean you’re necessarily going to be uncomfortable. With high-efficiency household batteries, you can still power essentials like water systems, lighting, and ceiling fans. But not just any battery will do. You need a reliable and energy-efficient power supply to power your weekends.

With our trusty 12V LiFePO4 battery, you can forget about electrical connections and enjoy nature.

Pro Tip: Use the 12V lithium battery (series or parallel connection) to charge and power your lights, fans and pumps, even when you’re in the middle of nowhere. Lithium is the best RV battery ever for boondocking as it is efficient, reliable and environmentally safe. 

Switch to Smart, Energy Efficient Lithium Batteries

You can make a huge leap toward Eco friendly RVing with this one small step: switch to lithium RV batteries. Here’s why:

Lithium is toxin-free. While lead-acid batteries may be the cheapest option for an RV, they’re not the greenest. They contain harmful substances, including sulfuric acid and lead. This is why they require maintenance and must be stored properly to prevent spills from contaminating the environment. Lithium batteries are a safer, smarter, environmentally friendly RV alternative. They are non-toxic, non-spillable and recyclable. You can even store them indoors.

Lithium is smart. Lithium batteries are smart batteries because they have a battery management system(BMS) that prevents overcharging (and subsequent damage). They could also access to your phone via Bluetooth. With a few taps, you can see exactly how much energy is left and the statements of every single cell’s healthy.

Lithium is more efficient. Lithium batteries support charge @100% efficiently, while lead-acid batteries charge @85 % efficiently. You can use a smaller and less expensive solar setup to charge lithium than you can charge a similar sized lead-acid battery. Because of their efficiency, lithium battery packs run out of power much less frequently. This is important when you need to use limited power wisely, such as when you’re boondocking!

Quick Tips for Eco Friendly RV Living

Cutting down on fossil fuel use, staying off the grid, harnessing solar power, and switching to smart batteries are all major ways to turn your home-on-the-go into an Eco friendly RV. But here are a few more RV tips to help you go even greener:

Use enzyme-based tank cleaners instead of chemical-based cleaners for your RV toilet.

Switch out basic bulbs and replace them with energy-saving LED lights. 

Use reusable, lightweight plates and utensils instead of disposable plastic and polyfoam.

Conserve water by bringing your own water filtration system and using the water around you. Install a water-saving shower head to reduce waste. 

Leave no trace! Take everything you brought to the campsite with you when you leave.