#make f1 non-woke

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ok so illegal ferrari when?

[f1-obsessed333]

I’m curious. How does this reflect badly on Daniel? It’s not like he’s asking them to post so much?

What exactly do you want them to post about Nyck?

I feel for him and AT definitely should have posted something and they have handled this horribly but what is the F1 account supposed to say? Sorry you got fired ?

I’m sorry but this media circus surrounding Daniel and his return to F1 is getting ridiculous. Alpha Tauri posted a tik tok of welcoming him and like….You still haven’t posted a goodbye post to Nyck, nothing. And F1 social media admin continues to act like a 13 year old fangirl of his…This is getting ridiculous and it doesn’t reflect good on Daniel, even though it’s literally not his fault.

[anyalovesu]

𝓗ome race winner

 Ferrari f1driver!jake x fem!writer!reader

—wherein your f1 driver boyfriend accidentally exposes your private relationship after he wins his first home grand prix. (or… jake is so whipped he forgot that he wasn’t supposed to reveal to everyone and their mom that you were more than friends)

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genre : fluff ( slightly suggestive ending lmao )

pairings : jake x fem!reader

wc : 4.7k+ words

cw :

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ oc is mentioned ( yunhee )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ non-idol!au ; ferrari f1 driver!jake , writer!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ jake is smitted as fuck and his friends can't say anything about it

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ riki and the reader are siblings!

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ( ft. beomgyu from txt ; keeho from p1h ; heeseung and riki from en- )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ featured idols are mentioned to have wags who are fem or fem-bodied

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ not proofread ( yet )

song : the alchemy - taylor swift ( the tortured poets department , 2024 )

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You sit quietly in your hotel bed typing away on your laptop, trying to make as much progress in your book as you could before the weekend becomes too hectic for you and Jake as he prepares to drive for his home race. Jake has been constantly getting podium wins, scoring just enough points for him to be a good competitor for the WDC this season. While Jake generally does keep an optimistic aura around him whenever he does or does not win, you knew that not being to bag this race for his team would greatly disappoint him, considering that if does win his home race, he would have enough points to surpass the Choi Beomgyu, who is currently at the top spot of the driver’s championship.

You frequently went to Jake’s races, you usually came with some of your common friends from your highschool, which then successfully hid from the media the fact that you two have been dating for the past 4 years, before he even debuted in Formula 1. It wasn’t like you guys were keeping it a secret, if you weren’t such an introvert with crippling anxiety, you would’ve gone on your own and everyone would’ve figured it out right off the bat that you and Jake were together. However, with the frequent presence of yours and Jake’s best friends, Sunoo and Jay, and sometimes your own brother, Riki, whom Jake has been close with ever since, everyone just assumed you were his best friend as well.

Honestly, some fans have speculated it already that some were just in denial of the fact that Jake was in a relationship that’s why they chose to just assume that you guys were just best friends—after all, despite the popularity that Jake has been gaining since his F1 debut 2 years ago, no one ever confirmed that you were together. Even your friends have done a great job keeping hush about it as for both your and Jake’s request in order to preserve the peace that your relationship had from being away from the media’s knowledge. After all, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours, right?

“Bubs, what time do you think you’ll be done writing?” Jake hums, walking over to you, Layla following him behind, who seemed to be still relentlessly excited since being home the past 2 days. She’s dealt with the jetlag better than you ever will because that woman slept through the entire day and woke up the next morning feeling more energetic than ever after the excruciating 16-hour private flight you had to get into with his teammate, Heeseung, and his partner along with some members of their media team. “The other guys have been wanting to hit the beach before media day tomorrow, do you want to come?”

“Just a few more lines and I’ll be good for the day I think,” you reply to him as he sits on the empty side of the bed next to you and glances at the screen in front of you. “What do you think about it?”

“I think your brain is beautiful and everything it writes is written with pink glitter gel pen,” he chuckles, before turning to give you a kiss. “You have such a beautiful mind, bubba.”

In perspective, no one actually expected that you and Jake would be dating. If it weren’t for that fortunate/unfortunate day that your boarding school’s publication assigned your last project with them to be an interview with Jake just when Jake got promoted to Formula 2, you two wouldn’t have met. You still have very mixed feelings about that day because you have always been shy and messaging a rising Formula 2 star for an interview was definitely beyond your limits of comfort—you can bet your bottom dollar that you had a panic attack before that interview because you’ve always been used to the behind-the-scenes productions of your publications. Let’s just say Jake never left you alone after that. 

He’s always been so enamored by the way you think and how gentle words come out of your mouth whenever you speak. He often wondered how much time it took whoever god out there that made you to delicately craft how your mind worked, how your intentions would come to be and how you would act upon it. Jake couldn’t fathom how beautiful you were on the inside and your pretty face was only the cherry on top of all of it. He was certain that even if he was interviewed with his eyes closed, he still would’ve fallen in love with you.

Smitten idiot, Heeseung would always call him.

“I’ve been stuck on this for days now,” you rolled your eyes at him, playfully pushing his face away before huffing in frustration. Your first book did so well two years ago, it came along the same time Jake was promoted to Formula 1, which then gave you both insurmountable pride and joy that you both were doing so well in your careers. “At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to finish this on my target date.”

“Then aim for the next target date,” he chuckled. “Baby. You always say, if I don’t win WDC this year, maybe it’s still too early or maybe the next one will be it. If you don’t finish this on the deadline, maybe your deadline is too early or maybe the next target date will be your actual deadline.”

“How dare you quote me against myself,” you pouted at him, moving your laptop from your lap to the bedside table before climbing up to his lap to look at him. “I taught you better than that.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, grinning so widely as he admired the way your eyes twinkled in the warm Melbourne sun shining through the glass doors of your huge hotel room. “You look so beautiful, bubs.”

“So are you,” you chuckled at him before planting a soft kiss on his lips, to which he gladly returned. You moved away before the kiss got too heated, you were well aware that your little brother, who had only started his Formula 3 journey this season, was staying in the room next door. You would very much like to not traumatize him just before his race as well.

“We should bring Riki along,” you tell him, as you hopped off his lap, moving towards the cabinet where you had already unpacked both of your clothes. “That kid needs to get off Roblox when he’s not training or racing.”

“He’s gonna have to remind you that you’re not your mom when he hears that.” he joked. 

“Yeah, I’m the one feeding and keeping him alive when he’s all over the world driving in funny circles, am I not?” you retort.

“That kid fears you more than his own mother,” Jake shrugged. Riki is driving for the same team that he had driven for during his Formula 2 and 3 days, the fact that he's also driving under the development programme of the current team that he is really did made the two bond like no other. It was a given fact that from the moment you had brought Jake home to meet your family, your little brother had found the older brother that he never had in him. The kid looked up to him since then.

“As he should,” you said as you rummage through the clothes to find a good swimsuit to wear for the beach trip. “Is this good or is it too revealing?”

“If it makes you feel nice, just wear it. Riki and I can fight.” He smiled standing up from the bed and walking over to you to press yet another kiss on your face. Seemed like he really couldn't keep himself away from you for that long.

Frankly, Jake absolutely despised the fact that you were always so anxious of what people thought of you. Were you dressed appropriately? Were you saying the right things? Were you being a good person? You’ve always been the type to do whatever pleases the people around you which led to the decision that it was best to keep your relationship private for the sake of letting you have your peace with the people’s eyes being diverted away from you. Most importantly, just as you try as you might to give him less things to worry about before a race, he tries just as much to give you less things to stress about that might hinder your progress in writing your book.

“I love you, have I told you that already?” you smile at him fondly, taking it to heart the effort he makes to make sure you are comfortable despite your aversion to being in the public eye. 

“Not enough if you have to ask,” he teased. Of course, you’ve already told him that and him the same to you. You’ve always been great with words, Jake figured that while his actions mattered just as much, you dearly appreciate feelings being put into words. So despite not being the very best in words, after being with you for long enough, he made sure that he also knew how to word out his love. It may not have been as good as how you do it, but he tries. 

You chuckle at him, walking over to pepper his face with kisses, mumbling i love you’s over and over after each kiss. 

“Noona! Ikeu! They’re asking if you guys want to come to the beach with us!” Riki blares, while simultaneously banging on the door. “You better not be doing the deed in there because I will vomit and stay inside and play Roblox instead.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping out of Jake’s way as he walked over to open the door for Riki. 

“Why do you even have that damn iPad, Riki?” You raised a brow at your little brother, hands on your hips as you eye the iPad that he was holding. “You’re literally going to the beach!”

“For pictures!”

“You have a phone, Riki!” you both went back and forth about the iPad while Jake stayed out of the conversation by preparing Layla for the trip, making sure she was leashed and ready to go after you change your clothes. After all, he knows better than to stay out of the sibling argument out of fear of also being on the receiving end of your nagging.

“Okay fine I’ll leave it here!” Riki huffed, placing the iPad on the coffee table in your hotel room before moving over to lie down on the sofa with Layla.

The yacht was most definitely fancy. Most of the people in there were just the same people in the grid and their partners, some of Riki’s friends from Formula 2, that you were acquainted with over the few times that you went to Jake’s races. It was usually their partners that you spoke with but every now and then you were on the receiving end of the teases that were only supposed to be directed to Jake. It’s only shits and giggles, you’ve grown comfortable over that since most of them were actually fun people to be with when they’re not driving and trying to push the other driver off the track.

You were helping the other wags take their sunset pictures when Jake approached you, offering your usual pink gin.

“Need something, bubba?” You asked as you felt him clinging on to you, arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder as he tried to seem interested in how you took the other driver’s partner’s pictures. 

“Nothing, just missed you a bit. You’ve been with the girls for too long.”

“Jesus Christ, Jaeyun, no one is going to steal Y/N away from you!” Heeseung’s partner rolled their eyes at him, trying to push him away.

“No actually, I will steal Y/N out of spite if you don’t leave us alone,” Beomgyu’s partner jokes before pulling you away from him. “We haven’t seen her in a while, I think you should leave the wags alone here.”

“I will push your boyfriend off the track if you do that,” Jake playfully argues with her before moving over to kiss the side of your head and going back to the other drivers and leaving you to do your own thing.

“Your partners have successfully stolen my girlfriend,” Jake shrugged as he sat next to Heeseung who seemed to be having a great time playing hands with Layla.

“Because you were hogging her the entire time, Jaeyun,” he laughed at him. “The girls have been dying to get her to join them since she had to stay back for uni and you’re hogging their friend all to yourself.”

“Yeah, man. I haven’t congratulated Y/N on graduating recently!” Beomgyu cheered from the bar where he stood waiting for his drink to be made. “Y/N is cool for doing that with a book in-progress.”

“She is,” he hums softly. Watching you interact with the other wags really makes his heart swell in joy. 

You've always had a small social circle. For someone who worked with a publication before and just recently graduated from your film program, you sure did hate being around unfamiliar people. It always took you longer than the other to warm up to new people and consider them your friends. You just never were type for small talk. Whenever you spoke, you always said words that were meaningful and left a lasting memory on everyone who heard it. He remembers you telling him one time that you wished you had more friends because the only friends you ever considered were him, Sunoo and Jake's best friend Jay. Now, seeing you be so close with the entire grid’s wags really makes him proud of how far you’ve come from being too afraid to speak to them to her being immensely missed for not being present after she had to stay back for school.

“You are so whipped, it’s disgustingly cute, man,” Beomgyu shrugged at him, playfully hitting the back of his head. Jake doesn’t mind being teased for being whipped. He is. There’s nothing to deny about that—besides, it’s you. What’s to not be smitten about you? Even the guys’ partners agree with his sentiments.

“I won’t be surprised you become so whipped you accidentally tell everyone and their mom that you two are dating,” Keeho laughed at him. 

“It’s not like we’re keeping it a secret though. We just let everyone assume what they want. We never exclusively said we were just friends though?” Jake explained to him. “Plus the media is harsh as fuck. I really don’t want her going through whatever bullshit they told your partners when they were introduced.”

“Yunhee had to turn off her comments once because of how bad the hate got,” Heeseung sighed, recalling the faint memory of his partner getting blasted with hate comments when they started going out. Looking back at it, he really wished he approached the unavoidable media portion of their relationship the same way as Jake did.

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Anyone in the paddock was shocked to see you with just Yunhee when the weekend came along. Which then resulted in social media having  literal outbreak with the rising suspicions that the Ferrari superstar was in fact out of the market and very much taken by you. There were mixed reactions, as Yunhee told you. You had your social media, but you rarely opened them to check. It didn't help that your work accounts were held by your manager and your socials were private. So Yunhee's input were the only words you could rely on in terms of what the people thought of you.

It made you anxious, to be honest, but after Jake finished a P3, a P2 and a P4 in three free practices, you couldn’t help but divert your attention to that, out of worry that your boyfriend might beat himself for not getting P1 just yet.  It was his home race, you knew getting those finishes might set him back a little so you preferred to just shake it off you instead of giving Jake another thing to think about than winning.

P2. He's starting from P2. Oh God. You were more nervous than ever for both Ferrari drivers as they sat one in front of the other, cars revving as they waited for the lights to go off

“He can do this,” Yunhee assured you, which to be honest was a little bit weird because her boyfriend was still technically competing with yours. Nonetheless, you appreciate her attempts to help you calm down. Only a fool would deny that you were more nervous than the driver with the way you refused to take your usual morning coffee or any heavy food in general—Yunhee would normally tease you if she didn't have a clear understanding how important this is to you as much as it is to Jake.

Your eyes never left the screen as you both sat in the garage, hands clasped tightly together, barely noticing how clammy each other's hands were. 

The last few laps were rolling more and more intensely as it passed by. Both Ferrari drivers were leading the race with Heeseung holding pole position is a millisecond of a gap from your boyfriend. I hated that you were going to beat yourself up for hoping Heeseung falters ever for a split second during one of the turns just so Jake could pass, especially when his girlfriend, whom you are very close with is rooting for him as well.

“And there goes Jake Sim finally overtaking his teammate Heeseung Lee, taking pole position in this home grand prix! Will he hold this position in the last 4 laps? Will Jake Sim win his home grand prix and take the lead in the driver's championships?”

“Keep your pace, Jake,” his engineer reminds him on his radio. “Heeseung is right behind you blocking Beomgyu.”

“I'm giving him a tow next race, please tell him that,” he happily chuckles as his grip on his steering wheel tightens, locking up as he and his teammate trails the last lap.

“Holy shit! Y/N? Is Y/N watching? I'm winning my home race!” He yells over his radio happily, euphoria consuming his body as he laughs freely. “Is my bubba watching?”

“Yes, Jake. Y/N is watching,” his engineer chuckles to him.

You could not believe it. Jake is finally winning his home race. After three years of finishing 2nd in Australia, he’s finally surpassed Heeseung and Beomgyu in his home race. Your Jake won.

Your face was wet with tears, thank the gods up above for waterproof makeup because she’d be doomed if not for it. Yunhee was dragging her down to the pitlane, just in front of the parc ferme to wait for Jake to cross the checkered flag. 

“Lee successfully blocks off Choi from overtaking, defending his and his teammates' position! Jake Sim! Jake Sim pushes for the very last time towards the end of the Australian Grand Prix and there he goes with one of the most brilliant drives of the 2024 Formula 1 season! 6th grand prix win of his career since he started racing for Ferrari when he was only 20 years old! At 22, Sim finally takes his first home race!”

 “Mon bebe, Jake won!” Yunhee happily claps hugging you tight as you bawl your eyes out once you see Jake cross the line and approach parc ferme. You were speechless to say the least. For the first time in your life, you were rendered unable to describe how you were feeling. Jake’s human dictionary—finally out of words to describe things out of pure happiness that was overflowing from her body. 

Jake wasn’t any better than you were. He just won his home race, right before his family and most especially the love of his life—and all he can think of is how he’s going to get out of his car and helmet as soon as he can so he can finally hold you and celebrate his most important win yet. 

He pulled himself up the car and stood on it, basking in the glory of his win as the crowd cheered for him. He was over the moon as he stepped down, scanning the crowd properly to see a glimpse of where you might be as soon as his helmet and gloves were off.

And there you were, with tears in your eyes as Yunhee and his mom tried their best to comfort your crying figure. And before he could rethink his impending decision, his eyes tunnel vision to you among the sea of men clad in red as he runs up to you, pouncing as he holds your face and pressing the most passion-filled kiss he’s ever given you. And you kiss back, drawing in all the excitement, pride and love that were shared from the very beginning as he holds every single dream he’s ever had since he was a kid, driving in go karts in Brisbane. He’s finally here, a thousand miles from where he used to be 8 years old driving in his first karting competition, now holding the love of his life, in his first home race win, in front of all of his family and the people who supported him from the moment he flew to the UK to race for F4. 

“Oh bubba,” you cried, kissing his forehead over and over. “You did so well. You are so loved. I am so proud of you.”

On the side, Yunhee did not know whether she was to be scared of the media now that you’re doing this in front of everyone and their mom after you’ve sworn you would keep your relationship private—but she chooses to bask in happiness as well as Heeseung approaches her to give her a soft kiss as well. 

The team celebrates just as well as soon as he moves over to the side. They all pat his back, chanting as he jumps over them to hug them all at the same time. 

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You could not help but feel the tears running down once again as you watched him take his trophy up on the podium. Yunhee still held you very tightly as his mom tried to videotape the entire program on her phone. While it still hasn’t sunk in to you that Jake had just exposed your relationship to the media proudly, and you are completely doing nothing about it, you couldn’t help but not care at the moment. You were sure your PR Manager was going to blast you as soon as you get back in your hotel but fuck it, it couldn’t be more important than Jake getting sprayed with champagne and him getting his revenge on Beomgyu for spraying the champagne right into his eyes. It was appalling at best and disgusting at worst that they’re wasting expensive champagne making them all sticky and gross, but you did not have it in you to show your dislike for the decades old way of celebration. 

Jake’s eyes scan the crowd once again after he gulped down some of the champagne, looking for a glimpse of you. And there you were, in all of your glory, smiling at him, tears staining your eyes once again. He couldn’t help but give you a little wave, which you returned, even blowing him a kiss as you looked up to where he stood from the podium.

His mom managed to give you a hug after the awarding ceremony, returning to the hospitality to wait and watch for the post-race press conference. Sure enough, as soon as Jake sat on the couch, still buzzing from excitement from what just happened, it was the first thing that was asked, making Heeseung and Beomgyu cackle on both his sides.

“Have you guys been aware of this all along?” the interviewer asked, curiously.

Heeseung nodded. “Since F2. It’s unbelievable.”

“Since F2?!” Everyone in the press room seemed to have turned their heads to Jake in shock after finding out how long he had been hiding it from the media.

“She’s very shy and introverted. We also enjoy our privacy very much, so that’s been under wraps for four years already. I sort of blacked out earlier and just forgot that I wasn’t supposed to expose it like that, but yeah. I owe that win to her as much as I owe it to Ferrari. She’s always been supportive. I know you’ve seen her in the past races before and it’s the first time that she didn’t go with a friend from home, so this was an experience for her as much as it is for me.” Everyone could not help but stare in awe with how gentle and fond Jake spoke about you. And it wasn’t like it was something that you’ve never witnessed before, his language could be crude whenever he was around his mates and other friends—but rarely with you. He once said, it made him feel like he was staining your good integrity as a writer for him to speak so crudely whenever you are around.

“You are also now in the lead for the Driver’s Championship. What does that feel like, Mr. Jake Sim?”

“Great, actually. I’ve been a menace to both my family and Y/N about how important this race is to me because it is both my home race and the race that will push me closer to my goal. So I’m glad Y/N has been able to endure my yapping while she’s writing her book because my family called me out about it.” He chuckled. “I am actually still buzzing. I can’t believe that just happened. Very big thanks to Heeseung for helping me get there and to my engineers whom I had to argue with let me finish the race without boxing for the second time. That’s some big trust in me and I’m glad I was able to see it through?”

“Do you think you still would’ve won that without Heeseung defending your win?”

“Hey man,” Heeseung leered from Jake’s side. “I defended that win because I also did not want to be behind Beomgyu. Jake still would’ve won with that quarter of a second gap.”

“My tires are dead at that point,” Beomgyu snorted. “I was going to crash if I pushed harder to surpass Jake.”

You can’t help but smile at both drivers, proudly defending their friend’s win despite being questioned of its integrity. You take a mental note to send them gifts before you leave to go home in a few days. 

“I drove pretty well. The commentators agree that it is one of the most brilliant drives I’ve ever done in my career. So, yeah. The team has done great with that 1-2 for Ferrari.” Jake smiles at the reporter politely. 

Soon enough every media duty was over and he was finally back in the arms of the love of his life. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” you hum against his neck, as you squeezed hs tighter. “You did so fucking well, bubba.”

“I’m sorry I got too happy on the radio, bubs. And for kissing you in front of everyone,” he pouted, pulling you away to see the expression on your face but it did not change. Your face was just as happy as it had been before you went up to hug him.

“It’s fine,” you smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “At least they know now who’s the one to beat next to get to you.”

“You know my heart is always reserved for you, Y/N. There’s no chance of beating you in something only you know how to do.”

“You cheesy motherfucker.” You laughed at him, trying to hide the blush on your face before Yunhee notices it and teases you about it. “But I’m letting that slide. You won today after all.”

“Care to celebrate with me then? Before the party?” The smug look on his face says it all and he already knows that you could never say no to that. After all, he did look absolutely hot winning his home race with a decent gap from his opponents. 

“I thought you’d never ask, Mr. Sim.”

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a/n : hi hello i've been listening to the alchemy for more than i should and it's race week again ! it took me a good while to write this bc i personally feel like i don't write fluff well as i haven't been with anyone for years now ( lol ) and i'm not sure if that's how in love people do it sooooo there's that . your notes and feedback are so appreciatedddd !

tnx for making it this far <33

xo, anya ୨୧

[catlvrmax]

RACE DAY & NIGHTCLUBS.

MV1 X FEM!READER

summary it's race day! you and amara decide to spend your sunday night out in the city. you make new friends in the process.

cw ONE use of [Y/N] - it was inevitable. idk the deets of how f1 works exactly, but i tried. this is a work of fiction: i don't know these people irl, i don't know how they act. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

face claims girls on pinterest, but you can obviously disregard them, and imagine whoever you want. (the pictures are for aesthetic purposes.)

a/n i feel like the alonso scene is kinda useless but idk i put it in ite.

masterlist | taglist

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"I'm so excited!" Amara squealed as you grabbed her wrist to keep her close.

Today is race day. You woke up early, buzzing with anticipation. Amara tried to (poorly) contain her excitement and constant giggles until you had at least one cup of coffee in your system but failed ten minutes into breakfast. You don't blame her—she loves the sport.

She also loves the drivers. Loves the gossip and the drama on and off track. A new thing she has picked up, one you really want to put a stop to, is teasing you about a certain Dutchman. It was already bad enough that your conversation kept replaying in your head, and her playful teasing increased the thoughts of the two-time world champion.

You tolerated it on the walk to the circuit, rolling your eyes at her dreamy sighs and romantic scenarios, which she mostly made up to annoy you but changed the subject as you approached your destination. You refused to look or sound like a crazy fangirl in case... well, in case of actually running into him.

Arriving at the circuit and checking in the paddock had been a nightmare. You and Amara were not huge fans of crowded places you more than her, and the heat of the sun beating down on you made it ten times worse. Alas, you finally found yourselves away from the masses and around the corner of the Aston Martin hospitality building.

Amara was not paying attention to where she was going, and you were listening intently to the plans for the day. At the last minute, you saw a green shirt from the corner of your eye. You pulled on her wrist, and she stumbled towards you, but not before softly colliding with the side of the tall man in the green shirt.

"Oh, shit. ¡Lo siento, señor!" The apology comes in Spanish. (I am sorry, sir!)

"Esta bien, señorita? I was not looking in my path." You try to catch your jaw from falling to the ground when you eye the Green Shirt Guy. (Are you okay, miss?)

That's Fernando fucking Alonso. Fernando Alonso, the man you may or may not have a tiny crush on, is helping Amara stand up after she bent over to grab her discarded water bottle.

"Ah, si. Lo siento, señor Alonso. Estaba mostrando a mi amiga alrededor—"

"It's you from yesterday, no?! The girl with the great, uh, Spanish skills!" He talks to her as if they've known each other for years.

You stand there stunned, trying to compose yourself as your F1 crush stands before you, casually conversing with your best friend. Amara must be ready to explode right about now. You would laugh if you weren't fighting the urge to scream and run around from the joy.

You hear your name fall from Amara's lips, and your gaze focuses back on them. "That's my best friend. I gave her the hat!"

Fernando nods, his gaze on you as a polite smile causes his dimples to appear. You show him the signed Aston Martin cap by tilting your head.

"Amara said you are a big fan. I appreciate it. Do you want to take a photograph?"

"Uh-Yeah! Yeah, I'd love to!" You take your phone out. Oh-em-gee. Oh-em-gee. Is this really happening? "It's nice to meet you, sir!" You can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks.

Fernando, being taller than you, asks for your phone. He raises it above your head and takes a couple of selfies. You muster the brightest smile, copying his funny faces and poses. When he hands it back, thank yous stumble from your lips faster than any car on the grid.

"Mucha suerte para ti hoy!" (Best of luck to you today!)

Fernando laughs but bows his head in appreciation. "Muchas gracias, querida." He turns to Amara, who's watching you both with a smile. "Enjoy the race, girls!"

And with that, he's walking away. You and Amara stand still for a few seconds, watching him disappear around the corner. You lock eyes, jaws on the floor. Squeals escape the both of you as you grab each other for support.

"Oh, my fucking God! We just—I—You—"

"I talked to Fernando fucking Alonso, and you took a photo with him. Shit!" Her tone betrays her disbelief.

"Oh, pinch me, 'mara, because this can't possibly be fucking real!" You cup your red cheek with one palm. "He remembered you. That's crazy!"

Amara giggles. "We talked in Spanish yesterday, and he told me he was impressed by my fluency!"

You smack her arm, suppressing a smile. "What? Why didn't you tell me all of that!? From past experiences, your Spanish has been shit."

She gasps dramatically, feigning offence. "How dare you, missy?! My Spanish is almost perfect. I just happened to get nervous around native speakers!"

You laugh and raise your hands in surrender, muttering my bad. Amara links her elbow with yours. "Are you ready to watch twenty cars go in weird-shaped circles?"

"Yup," you answer, popping the p before pulling her towards the building you will be watching from. "He is hotter in person." You cannot help but add.

Amara rolls her eyes but hums in agreement.

—

"Max Verstappen wins the Spanish Grand Prix! Another flawless performance by the current World Champion!"

You can't help but smile as the camera cuts to his team celebrating. Amara claps in delight, gathering her scattered things from the table to put inside her bag. The VIP room you watched the race from is slowly emptying as everyone walks down to where the celebration will take place. Amara wants to go and get as close as she can to the front, so she can take pictures of the podium. Lewis Hamilton came second, followed by George Russell, and your best friend was beaming and eager to see the podium from up close.

"You don't have to come with me. It's pretty tight there, with the crew, and fans, and stuff." You nod, thankful to her for not forcing you to tag along. "You can wait by the Red Bull hospitality. I think it's closer to the exit." She pauses as you stand from your seat. "And who knows. Maybe a Dutchman will pass by, and you deliver on your plan."

You huff at her wiggling eyebrows. "Seems kind of impossible since Max is celebrating on the podium, 'mara. You have a better chance at meeting him." You snort at her deflated expression.

"Oh, yeah, you're right." She shrugs. "Well, who knows? You might bump into each other again."

"I highly doubt that. Now, give me everything you don't need. I'll put it in my bag. I don't want you losing anything in that crowd."

Amara hands you her handbag and kisses you on the cheek before walking away. You're the only guest in the room now, accompanied by the bartender on the other side of the room. You contemplate staying here or leaving for the Red Bull hospitality. The track fills with fans, as is the ground below the podium. Lewis and George are already there, which means that—

"Here's Max Verstappen, the winner of this year's Spanish Grand Prix." Crofty, the commentator, announces the champion's arrival at the podium's top step.

He looks handsome, with a smile decorating his face and high cheekbones glistening with sweat. He waves at the crowd and takes his Pirelli hat off. His hair is messy, but it just makes him look hotter. Wow. You need to stop, or you'll salivate all over the bloody floor. You turn away from the TV as the Dutch national anthem starts playing.

One thought keeps repeating as you walk out of the building and to the sunny paddock. Max Verstappen is undoubtedly handsome.

—

You're aimlessly pacing in front of the Red Bull building, skipping through the pictures you'd taken. Most of them were of Amara posing in front of different buildings, eating or walking. You don't notice a chest heading your way until it's too late, and you collide. Ouch, you mumble as you rub your forehead.

"We should stop meeting like this." You recognise the voice immediately. How could you not? The man has been plaguing your thoughts.

Your heart is racing. You don't meet Max's eyes at first, hoping that a simple apology will make him walk away. "Oh, sorry. Wasn't paying attention."

"Are you lost again? Do you need help?" Max is quick to offer, but you shake your head negatively.

A hand comes forward, a featherlight touch on your elbow. You finally meet his gaze, rubbing on the spot that stings. What the fuck is he made of? Rock? His eyes hold concern as they rake over your face.

"What are you made of? Rock or something? That stung!" You offer a shy smile and a joke, for his worried expression makes your palms sweat.

He returns the smile. "Hey! You were the one not paying attention."

You shrug. "I was looking through the photos I've taken." You raise the old camera for him to see.

"Oh, yeah? Any cool ones?" He asks, stepping closer to you to see.

You notice a man behind the driver, wearing a Red Bull polo and an impatient expression. Anxiety sparks at your chest. He's got somewhere to be. Leave him alone. "Don't you have media duties to attend? You did just win a race." His smile turns guilty at your words.

"Yeah. I've got to change from this," he points at his racing suit," and attend interviews." He doesn't look too excited to do so.

"Well, then, I shouldn't be keeping you." You move a step back, nervously glancing at the other man.

Max does as well, the flush on his cheeks bolder than before. He opens his mouth, and you watch him have an internal war with himself before he decides to voice whatever thought he has. He motions to the man to go ahead without him. I'll be there in a minute, he mutters.

"I'd love to see those photographs."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you know you look like a fish as your mouth opens and closes. Your face heats up. "Uh—They're really nothing special. This is an old camera."

Max shrugs. "Why don't you give me your number? I can be the judge of that." Oh, shit. You nod.

He does an immaculate job of looking confident as if this isn't affecting him. A pretty girl agreed to give him his number. It's dangerous for a person with the number of young fans he has to give his phone number to a stranger, but he feels he can trust you. You haven't given him a reason to think you might be a crazy fangirl.

"D'you have a pen? I don't have my phone with me." You nod, rummaging through your handbag to find the emergency glittery pink pen.

Once you pull it out, Max can't help but comment on it. "Nice colour." You send him a playful glare.

He stretches his palm, and you softly pull his fingers closer. You scribble down your number, writing your first and last name underneath it. Max feels remorseful for not even having asked you your name. He knows that you no doubt know who he is now. He repeats it, and your breath hitches. He says it so perfectly, you might melt in a puddle. Caaaaaalm down. You sound insane. He's just stating your name.

"Pretty name," he thinks out loud. You don't believe you were meant to hear that, yet your face grows a shade darker.

Before you can say anything, the man shouts his name from the building's door. "Come on, mate! You're going to be late!" You can see the disappointment Max feels from his deflated smile.

"I have to go. Media duties." You chuckle when he rolls his eyes and nod. "I'll, uh, text you. For the pictures." He takes a step back, eyes locked with yours.

"For the pictures, yeah."

His face is flushed. You blame the race he just won. It's a poor excuse to give someone your number, no matter how famous they might be, yet you did. Amara will have a field day with this information. You half expect her to revive her old Tumblr account for the sake of acting on her scenarios.

"Bye." You wave, and he waves back, exchanging bashful smiles.

You watch his figure approach the man by the door when it hits you. "Oh, Max!" He turns quickly, eyes searching for yours. "Congratulations on your win!"

His eyes crinkle from the smile that he gives you. "Thank you!" He adds your name, and you don't deny it this time; Max Verstappen is extremely handsome, especially when he smiles.

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MESSAGES: two. From > unknown number.

unknown number

hey, it's Max!

Verstappen. The guy in

the RB shirt.

you

hm... i don't know anyone

with this name. sorry!

max verstappen

Two-time world champion?

you

nope.

never met any world champions

in my life, sorry.

max verstappen

I helped you yesterday

and saw you today outside of

the RB hospitality.

This is [Y/N], right?

you

🤣 yes!

i'm just messing with you max!

max verstappen

*phew* had me thinking you

gave me the wrong number

you

*dramatic gasp*

i am NOT that cruel, mr verstappen!

btw, i havent transferred the photos yet!

camera's charging.

max verstappen

That's totally okay!

Soooo, what are you doing tonight?

you

contemplating whether i should share my

whereabouts with a random man....

max verstappen

HEY! you've met me!

two times already!!!

you

and how do i know this is the REAL

Max Verstappen????????

max verstappen

....you gave me your phone number.

you

oh, yeah. that makes sense.

i'm very sleep deprived haha

max verstappen

😂😂

you

Soooo, what are you doing tonight?

  ↪ to answer your previous question,

me and my bff are going clubbing

in Barcelona!

max verstappen

Oh, that sounds fun!

you

i'm secretly terrified of getting lost

in the city, but hey! i'm only here for another

night. might as well have fun

plus, i've heard Spaniards party hard!!!!!

max verstappen

plus, i've heard Spaniards party hard!!!!!

   ↪ THAT'S TRUE. Carlos is an

expert in all things nightclub when we're

here for the GP

you

you have any places to recommend?

amara is still looking on trip advisor

max verstappen

😨 TRIP ADVISOR?

you

WELL WE HAD TO START SOMEWHERE

max verstappen

the Vault is a really great place. Great

drinks and the DJ plays nice songs.

You should try that one!

you

i'm guessing it's expensive

as fuck

max verstappen

not as expensive as it is packed

BUT there's always the Disco Diva

and other clubs down that street

you

max verstappen, you know your

clubs, i see.

(the disco diva? really?)

max verstappen

you caught me ahahahahah

(the disco diva? really?)

   ↪ it plays really cool stuff

you

it plays really cool stuff

   ↪ i trust ur judgement.

so what are YOU, race winner, doing

tonight?

max verstappen

how do I know I'm not giving away

my location to a super crazy

fangirl?

you

you dont! YOU wanted MY number.

soooo.... 🤷🏻‍♀️

max verstappen

LOL. you're funny.

so what are YOU, race winner, doing

tonight?

  ↪ I was thinking of gaming, but the

boys want to party.

you

WELL, YAH! you totally deserve to let loose!

max verstappen

Hm, I might think about it.

Ha! Maybe we'll find each other in the club!

you

hahahahah it would be pretty embarrassing

if i ran into you again.

for the third time.

have fun with whatever you choose

to do, Maximus Verstappen.

max verstappen

that is definitely NOT my first name.

but i thank you, schat 😁

seen, now.

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"Who are you talking to?" Amara asks, her eyes glued on TripAdvisor.

"H-Huh?" You barely register her words, fingers tapping on your screen incredibly fast.

"You've been giggling for, like, ten minutes now. I'm assuming it's not your mom. She's probably having lunch."

"Oh, you know. Just this guy I bumped into today. You might know him. His name's Max. Ma—"

"Fucking Verstappen?!" Amara all but yells, sitting up swiftly.

Your eyes meet her shocked expression, and you can't help the chuckle that escapes at her priceless reaction. You shrug in response, feigning nonchalance. Truth is, your best friend has hyped this guy up a lot, and your poor heart beats somewhat faster now that you're talking to him.

"You told me to get his number, didn't you?"

"W-Well—Yeah. But I didn't actually think you'd do it!"

You gasp as if offended. "You dare think so little of me? Think that I wouldn't honour my promise to feed your delusions?"

Amara laughs, lightly smacking your arm. "Okay, weirdo. Tell me what the fuck happened."

After pushing yourself to a sitting position, you tell her every detail of your second meeting with the world champion, including the texts. Amara's reactions are comical. At the end of your story-telling process, she's sitting there, with her jaw mere inches from touching the ground.

"So, do you think we'll meet him in that nightclub?"

You shrug. "I don't know. He said he'd think about it." You show her your phone, scrolling to the text he had sent you mere minutes ago. "Doesn't sound that eager to me."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to go by the Vault, or whatever its name was." Amara wiggles her eyebrows.

"Are you trying to get me laid with a celebrity?"

She grimaces. "Pfft. He's hot. You're pretty. If you take out the millions on Instagram—" "—and his bank account." Amara shoots you a pointed look. "He looks like a pretty normal guy." She exhales before continuing. "You should have fun. We didn't come here just for me. And he seems like a lot of fun."

Amara wasn't wrong. Yes, you had come here for the Grand Prix, which was her thing, but there was plenty of time for you to have fun. And if fun meant drinking and meeting with an extremely handsome guy, who were you to refuse? You'd probably never see him again, either.

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"Finally!" You shout excitedly.

After waiting for a solid thirty minutes in a very long line outside of Club Vault and paying an entry fee that you're sure is way too expensive, you have finally made it inside. The place is flooded with people drinking, dancing, and talking. The lights are dim, and the music loud; a promising, fun night.

You barely dodge swaying on the dancefloor as Amara drags you to the bar. She orders for you while you look around. The DJ and his setup is on a balcony, above which there is a VIP sign. You squint your eyes as another face comes into view. Is that...Lando Norris?

You blindly reach for Amara, turning her around by the wrist. "Hey, isn't that Norris?"

Despite the ear-deafening music, you're able to hear your best friend's gasp. "Oh, my fucking God! Yes, that's him!" She looks at you, a knowing smile on her lips. "Does that mean that he's here—"

"I don't know!" The bartender nods at you, showing you your drinks. "Let's drink!"

And that's exactly what you do. Your drinks are cold enough to help with the heat of dancing, and you can't lie, Lando—with the help of the actual DJ—plays decent music. Max was right about the place being fun. Amara is doing her weird dance moves, and you're copying her, trying to best her.

You're two drinks in, back turned to the DJ booth, when your best friend's eyes widen, dance moves faltering, and you hear everybody cheer. She elbows you to turn around, and your breath hitches: it's Max. He's actually here with Lando and the DJ. And your heart is racing with excitement. He waves at the crowd below, and everyone cheers louder.

Your lip twitches as an idea forms in your mind. Taking your phone out of your boot (an extremely smart and safe place to hide it—if it fits—btw), you snap a picture of the champion, sending it to your chat.

—

MESSAGES: two. To > max verstappen.

you

one file attached.

just found your lookalike!

max verstappen

THATS ME! WhEere are yoU?!?!8@

you

how much have you had to drink? lol

max verstappen

not drunk .

just shvoing past poepel to get to you

where re uoy?????

you

by the bar

max verstappen

real helpful

you

im wearing black?

seen, now

—

You wait a couple of seconds for the grey bubble to appear. When you don't receive a response, you shrug, putting your phone back in its hiding spot. Your gaze focuses on Amara; she's biting her lip while holding two shots in each hand.

"I stole them!" is all she says.

Your jaw drops, and you giggle, accepting the tiny glasses. You yell cheers before chugging down both of them. Tequila. Nice.

You take a step back, eyes blinking away tears caused by the burn in your throat. You don't realise you've stepped into someone's toes until a shout almost bursts your eardrums.

"Jesus Christ!" You yell, covering the side of your head.

Turning around, you're faced with the one and only; Max Verstappen, holding on to the bar railing with a pained expression. Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull.

"Oh, shit! Are you okay?" You can barely hear yourself.

He nods, throwing a smile your way. "Yeah, I'm good! It's nice to see you!" You're barely able to read his lips.

A pinch on your lower back startles you, and you turn around with a gasp. Amara's standing there, expectant, wide eyes moving from you to Verstappen.

"Oh, Max! This is my best friend, Amara!"

She smiles politely, shaking his offered hand. "Nice to meet you!" You wonder if she's close to passing out from internal fangirling.

His eyes return to you. "Hey, you wanna join my table?"

Shaking your head with a confused grimace, you shout. "I can't hear anything you're saying!"

"What?!"

"I can't hear any—"

It's futile to communicate this way, he decides. Max's slightly cold hands are suddenly pulling on your wrists, gently guiding you closer to him. Goosebumps take over your entire body, forearm burning as he moves his fingers to your elbow, keeping you steady, and he leans toward your ear.

"Wanna join me and my friends?" He feels your breath hitch and pulls back to meet your hesitant gaze.

"We don't want to bother you," you say once you pull him down.

Max shakes his head. "Nonsense! I won the race, and I want to celebrate with my friends."

He hears your breathy chuckle. "We're friends, now?"

"Unless you're some super crazy fangirl I should be worried about." The smile in his voice gives away his amusement. He's quoting his texts.

You pause for a second. Knowing Amara, she would agree immediately. You should have fun, you recall her words from earlier. And he seems like a lot of fun. Yeah. She's right.

"Let me ask 'mara." You point to your best friend, awkwardly standing by the bar.

He watches you talk in her ear, a smile forming on your best friend's lips before she eagerly nods. "You're coming?" He asks once you approach him as if he hadn't been staring at you already.

"Okay." As soon as you nod, Max's smile widens, eyes shining.

You nod, and he feels his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. "C'mon," goosebumps raise on your exposed arms as Max grabs your hand. His hand is so soft. "I don't want you getting lost." The wink he throws your way only fuels the flush on your neck and cheeks.

It's definitely going to be a fun night.

The walk to the VIP section is extremely difficult, with Max getting recognised and patted on the back every few seconds. When you finally make it, you sigh in relief before Max pulls you both by the wrist to meet his friends. Be cool, you mouth to Amara who only nods, wide-eyed.

"Pierre and Kika, Charles and Alex, this is [Y/N] and Amara!" You're sure they can barely hear him over the loud music but wave at them anyway. Charles shares a look with Pierre, the latter unable to contain his smile.

Max leans down, his nose brushing your temple. "Wait just a moment. Lando's around here somewhere." Before you can say a word, he flashes you a smile and disappears into the crowd, leaving you gaping like a fish.

You have no time to recover when the pretty girls approach you. Alex introduces herself as Alexandra, but she doesn't mind going by Alex. Kika's name is Francisca, but she goes by Kika. It's nice to meet them, and you don't hesitate to tell them so.

"Shots?" Amara reappears with four shot glasses passing them to each of you. "Cheers!" You clink your glasses before downing them.

"Oh, are you doing shots without me?!" A new voice pops up from behind you. Amara's eyes widen momentarily, meeting yours in poorly contained excitement.

You turn, gaze landing on Lando Norris and then gluing on Max Verstappen. This lighting makes him look even hotter. Is it normal to be thinking that? Probably not.

He introduces you to the tipsy-looking Brit, who shakes your hands in return. Amara's pulled to the side by Kika, something about doing more shots, and Charles motions for Max to go over to him. Once you're alone with Lando, a smile breaks onto his face.

"He's said a lot about you!" Your brows furrow, confused.

"What? That I tend to get lost easily in big places?" You nervously laugh, but Lando just shakes his head.

"Somethin' like tha'!"

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You haven't had this much fun in a while. You and Amara usually go to two clubs as a duo, but you admit having more people to dance and do shots with is way more fun. You're usually the sober one, having a higher tolerance for alcohol than your best friend, and this time you're extra careful since you're in a foreign place.

At some point during your dance battle with Kika and Amara, you grow tired. As much as you liked exaggerating your moves, your boots were made for walking, not jumping. Max had been out of your vision for a while, and you decided to look for him. He wasn't hard to find, considering he was nursing a drink on a couch further away from the action.

"Hey!" You plop down, bumping your elbow with his.

Max grinned. "Hey, stranger. Are you having fun?"

You nod excitedly. "Your friends are really nice." He snorts at that. "No, really! Drive to Survive does justice to none of you!"

Max's eyes widen, mouth hanging in shock. "Your source of information is a Netflix show?"

"Hey! I had to start from somewhere. I knew next to nothing about racing."

Conversing with Max comes naturally. He's funny, and he listens to what you have to say. He asks about your job: a photographer for brands. He laughs when you tell him you prefer the make-up brands because they're easier to manage than people.

He explains racing to you in simple terms. You nod along, trying your best to take in the information. It's harder with all the music and dancing bodies, but you make it work. You've shuffled even closer to him as Max leans down to talk directly in your ear while his hands move animatedly in front of you.

At some point, the conversation shifts to cats. You're delighted to learn that he has not one, but two big babies. Jimmy and Sassy. Max is a very proud cat dad, you conclude, from the excitement that exudes from every pore of his body as he slides from picture to picture.

"Oh my goodness! They're so cute!" You try not to literally squeal as Max stumbles upon a picture of them napping on his chest.

"They sleep all day and ask for treats all night." You laugh as he rolls his eyes, probably recalling every time this has happened.

"Oh, I'd love to meet them one day. They look lovely!"

"Yeah, I could introduce you someday," he says, and you turn to look at him with a huge smile.

"I should bring my Cheddar when it happens."

"Cheddar?"

"My cat. He's a big fluffball." You reach for your phone, unlocking it to search for pictures of your orange cat.

"And you named him Cheddar? After the cheese?" He looks at you incredulously.

You giggle at his expression. "He's as orange as the cheese. It was my mom's idea to name him that."

You turn your phone his way, showing him a selfie of the fluffiest cat Max has ever seen on top of your shoulders. You're clearly giggling in it, a hand over your mouth. Cute, he thinks.

"He's adorable."

"And fat," you add.

Tapping a most recent picture, you show it to Max. Cheddar is on his back, his fat ass making him look like a pear. Your mom had sent you this just a day before.

"He's staying with my mom right now. And she's feeding him more than needed."

"We should arrange a playdate." You chuckle at Max's suggestion.

"Sure, if you fly out to England."

Before Max can respond, a very loud and drunk Brit makes his way to you. Lando grins when he spots you two sitting close, indiscreetly winking at Max. Your face feels warm.

"Do you guys wan' t' leave?" You barely make out his words.

Charles notices the three of you and pulls a dancing Alex with him, who pulls Amara with her. The three make their way to where you're seated.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Lando turns to him. "Are you hungry, mate?"

Charles shakes his head, leaning close to Alex to ask her the same. She also shakes her head with an apologetic smile.

"I am!" Amara nudges Lando, and his eyes light up.

He turns to Max and you. "Me and my new friend," he pulls Amara by the shoulders, and she drunkenly stumbles, "are hungry. Will you take us somewhere to eat?"

You look at Max, who mirrors your smiling expression. Lando says something about Max promising to be his chauffeur if he got too drunk.

"I could eat," you shrug. Max nods, agreeing.

He stands up, looking at the drunk pair. "Okay, let's go."

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It's not so stressful when I'm with you - Daniel Ricciardo x AmericanOlympicEquestrian! Reader

Plot: Daniel Ricciardo as the most Non-American American to ever walk this planet, got himself a real southern belle cowgirl. A busy week up coming up with the Austin Grand Prix and Equestrian Competitions.

The next week was going to be stressful for both you and Daniel. Monday - Thursday you had Equestrian Competitions across Texas and then, Thursday - Sunday Daniel had his race at COTA.

Which meant there was no time for you guys to chill out and spend time properly with one another. You owned a farm in Texas, where all of your horses and other animals stayed.

Monday was a day where you spent most of the day prepping your thoroughbred for tomorrow. You gave her lots of treats and practiced with her in the fields and along the walking trail behind your ranch home. Only did you spend dinner and the short time in the evening with Daniel before you needed an early night.

Tuesday morning and you were waking up for 5am, putting on some denim shorts and one of Daniel's oversized shirts and slipping on your authentic cowboy boots and hat before making going out on the farm feeding all the animals while watching the sun rise.

Daniel woke up to your sweet kisses, 2 hours later and your hand caressing his back, a groan coming from the back of his throat.

"Mmmmm baby" he groaned feeling your nails brush down his back as you started to scratch it a little, knowing it was one of his favourite feelings apart from the g-force in an F1 car.

"Baby, my competition is soon. You got to get ready if you are going to come" you say, and he sighs forcing his face into your pillow, sniffing it to smell you more before he fully gets up. He loved hearing your cheery southern belle voice in the morning.

In seconds the door that was pulled closed burst open as your golden retriever 'Badger' come bundling in and jumping up on the bed starting to lick Daniel's face.

"Badger, stop" he groans making you just chuckle as he tries to swat the dog away. You pull him down off the bed, rubbing and petting him before lightly tapping his behind to get him out the room. All while Daniel rubs the slobber off his face using the back of his hand.

Daniel was now sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"You look so sexy in the mornings" you smile pushing his hair out of his eyes before kissing him all over his face.

After that he spent the whole day with you watching you do what you did best ... ride. And yes, he would constantly make that joke to everyone and anyone he could.

He was your personal photographer for the whole day, taking angles of you on the horses and around the farm. He was in awe the whole day and any onlookers could tell he was in his element.

Wednesday came around and he helped get your horse ready for the dressage day, there was way more fans around the center today wanting pictures with you and your horse. As a bronze medalist for America, whenever you came to these competitions you were treated like royalty.

Thursday rolled around and Daniel was heading to the race-track while you were still at the Equestrian centre, making sure your horses were okay to travel back. You both didn't see each other for the whole day, and from the last few days were so exhausted you'd fallen alseep alone, hours before Daniel came back from dinner with Max, Lando, Oscar, Yuki, Charles and Pierre.

He'd got in, just as exhausted as you had been, crawling straight into bed without a shower and only in his boxer shorts, not having the energy to change into his pijama trousers.

Friday was the first day you could have a lay in this week, and Daniel knew that so of course he didn't force you to come watch him at FP1. Once you gradually woke up, got ready into a nice little sundress showing of your curves before leashing up Badger to take him to the track with you to see Daniel.

You spent the rest of the day with Daniel at the race track showing badger around. He was used to the loud noises thanks to all the farm machinery, so when FP2 came around he sat calmly next to you as you watched on with headphones, your boyfriend going 5th fastest for the whole practice session.

You came home together and he helped you settle the farm down for the night, taking a bareback ride together to watch the sun set.

You both slept soundly that night, waking up together back in the normal routine where you made fresh breakfast while he showered and the ate together and then he fed the dogs and let them out while you showered.

You both headed to the race track together, this time with your award winning horse that for whatever reason the FIA allowed Daniel and a few other drivers to ride down the track and Paddock lane. You rushed home placing Sparkles into the stable before making the journey back so you wouldn't miss qualifying.

You watched as your boyfriend managed to get into Q3 despite some car issues and qualified P6. You were screaming at the top of your lungs when you heard through your headphones where he managed to place and everyone in the garage pulled you into a hug.

You both went out for a romantic dinner that night in the place you'd first met in which was right after you'd won your first Olympic medal.

"God, i remember this. I was over there at the bar dancing on the table in my bell bottoms!" you giggled, looking to the bar area.

"I remember too, I came over to you and I said Howdy to you. You laughed and ignored me" he smiled, all nostalgic and reminiscent.

"Well, your accent sounded kinda funny and you could have been anyone. I didn't know who you were!" you grinned as you started eating your entrees.

You both again went home, basked in each others company for the rest of the evening.

Sunday was incredible, the atmosphere of race day was always amazing. You walked through, many people coming up to you asking for autographs as a celebrity of your own. They were mainly young girls also looking at getting in horse-riding that looked up to you.

Daniel ended the race with a podium. P2, after Max and Carlos crashed into each other, Lando also got his first win and honestly you felt like a proud mum watching your boys on the podium.

Many tears were shed as you watched the boys get their trophies and celebrate their wins with champagne.

Even though it was a stressful week, having Daniel by your side even if it was for only an hour of the day in the darkness it made it all the better.

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I Loved How Good You Looked: A TZP 2023 Fashion Wrap-Up (Part 2)

(Edit by yours truly)

In this continuation of our stroll in the Taylor Zakhar Perez fashion memory lane, I'll bring you the various TZP looks in the latter part of the year, ranging from haute couture to street-chic delights. These are his more recent looks but still, prepare to be immersed in a variety of colors, textures, and silhouettes that promise to redefine the very essence of fashion.

With that being said, let's reset the spotlight and continue our fashion journey and remember the multitude of reasons why Taylor Zakhar Perez is a certified fashion stunner.

The Clooney Foundation Event- September 2023

Taylor in an all-black ensemble?? Yep, that's enough for me to be mesmerized. Add that he’s sort of clean shaven here with his usual tousled hair. That is a perfect combination of a look for me. It's simple but screams elegance and sophistication.

In other photos, his coat is unbuttoned and his Versace tank top could be seen and also a little choker necklace around his neck that is so thin you could barely see it but yes, he was wearing like a dash of silver jewelry during this event.

Fun fact, he said on one of his IG stories that he was supposed to wear like a brooch [that’s like $35,000] but he broke it prior to the event. That is true ACD/TZP fashion, if you ask me.

SCAD Savannah Film Festival- October 2023

(Photo credits to SCAD Savannah on Pinterest)

This event, the SCAD Savannah Film Festival, was one of the highlights of my October. It was one of those events that I really looked forward to and when the day came, I woke up to many pictures and the fandom was just collectively happy.

Taylor's outfit during this event was the definition of casual but make it designer and sustainable. He wore a wool Prada shirt with pants and shoes. He also had a blazer (that I like to believe was his custom-wool blazer that he got in Australia). His usual tousled hair and stubble adds a little grunge to the overall look but he still managed to pull it off in true TZP fashion.

This day (and outfit) is one of my many favorite TZP moments in 2023 because this was the day he was recognized for the talented human that he is.

GQ Men of the Year- November 2023

This is one of those TZP looks that had me going extremely feral that I thought I would not make it to my 24th birthday (well, I did). I did somehow also pray for this because during the morning of the event, I thought to myself: “If Taylor comes in an all-black outfit similar to what Alex wore in the Paris scene in RWRB, I will go feral and cry!”.

Well, it happened. He did show up in an all-black ensemble to the event. I think that was the memo or the dress code of the event but still. Like an answered prayer maybe? But at what cost? My sanity!

His inner shirt was so tight that my eyes immediately saw his six-pack abs. Like I’m not surprised that Taylor has abs, of course he has, but still, to see it through his super-tight shirt made my brain react a certain way. I mean, to be completely honest, I saw his face and hair first (which is always lovely to see) but man, once I got to his lower torso, non-verbal words were spoken.

The black jacket and pants were just an add-on, but dang, that super tight shirt was the highlight of the look for me and it still lives in my mind rent-free.

Ferrari F1 Event- November 2023

Taylor, again with the gray? Seriously, what do you have against color? (Again, kidding)

With this outfit, it's gives me the vibes of like a fancy mechanic of some sort and considering that F1 is a car event, that seems fitting. To me, the savior of this outfit is the yellow inner shirt. If it was only the grey outer jacket, I would not have loved it as much. The yellow adds a pop of color to the dullness of the gray, much like sunshine peeking through gray clouds.

I can see people wearing clothes like this to events like the F1. Just make sure to add pops of color to gray to not make it seem dull and lifeless.

Only Natural Diamonds Campaign- November 2023

*Alexa, play Cowboy Like Me by Taylor Swift*

I know we're supposed to mind the diamonds that were used for the jewelry, but tell me how are we going to mind the diamonds if the model is so handsome? Like how?

Also, I'm not the biggest fan of cowboy and western things, but this could've been the beginning of my obsession with anything western. But like the cowboy hat, the tank top, the boots with spurs, the horse, the sandy desert, that just screams cowboy aesthetic all over the place, and I'm so here for it.

All of the looks and BTS photos and videos for this campaign was what kickstarted my fan-casting of Taylor as the swashbuckling bandit Zorro. Like simply imagining him as Zorro is enough to send me screaming.

Somebody cast him as like a cowboy or a rancher in a film and I will definitely watch that because just based off of this shoot, he was radiating so much cowboy vibes. TZP is one handsome cowboy!

Balenciaga Event- December 2023

This event somehow happened out of nowhere for me because I thought fashion week was done, but apparently not.

Taylor's look for this event was an all-black ensemble which would usually get me screaming and feral but somehow, this look did not do it for me. Maybe it was the bagginess of the jacket and pants, but there was definitely something that did not do it for me.

I would like to say though that the leather jacket was a good choice, because even though it is sunny in L.A, there's that underlying winter chill so a jacket is always a good thing to have on hand during the chilly winter months.

Academy Gala- December 2023

I really feel like the fandom moved on way too fast from this look, because I distinctly remember the day after this event was a war zone for the fandom, especially on social media (don't tell me to talk about those days, because those were tough days for me and my dearest TZP Squad).

But let me bring you back to the look of this event..

Taylor wore a custom gray Prada suit to this event. He accessorized the look with a necklace that peeks from his collar and a watch. He was every bit the dashing man during this event. He definitely left me breathless when I saw this look. Definitely one of my top favorites of the year.

This was also his look when him and Nicholas Galitzine took a picture for a very much awaited RWRB reunion, and that is a memory that I love and adore so much. Like the proverb says: Good things come to those who wait.

GQ China Trip- December 2023

Ahhh, Taylor's GQ China trip, the gift the fandom deserved after the [social media] war. Kidding aside, yes, this trip of his was a real gift. Despite the jet lag that I know he was feeling throughout his first days there, he still managed to slay and look amazing with every fit that he wore during the entirety of his trip.

From black to white, from lavender to pink, Taylor rocked every color of the rainbow in this event and he looked stunning in every one of them. He looked like a dashing prince in the all-white ensemble, he stepped out of a lavender haze in the lilac fit, he went for a stroll around nature in the brown jacket with a white t-shirt and jeans combo. I have no words for how good he looked in every single fit.

This was also the perfect getaway for him and also became a chance for him to connect with his Chinese fans, which was a joy to see when pictures and videos were shared on social media. A memorable event to somehow end the year with, in my opinion.

PORT Magazine Photoshoot- December 2023

One look at this photo was all it took for me to silently scream the name "Wolverine".

Like the upturned hair, the dark stare, the all-black outfit was enough for me to associate him with Wolverine. I also love how his white sneakers added a little bit of light to his super dark outfit.

This is only one of the many unhinged photos that he shot for PORT magazine. Like this whole photoshoot was the definition of unhinged.

I also love how it somehow fulfills a bit of Taylor's dreams because once in an interview (or a livestream on IG), he said that given the chance, he would love to become Wolverine and I love how this photoshoot gave him a chance to somehow fulfill that dream of his by making him look a little bit like Wolverine.

I'll take this version of his Wolverine for now, but I'll continue to manifest that Marvel actually considers him for Wolverine (That's just me...)

Tatler Tea Interview- December 2023

Ahhh, the Tatler Tea Interview, one of my new favorite videos of him.

His outfit here was just amazing, like the embroidered flowers on the sleeves and collar of the top is beautiful. It is a lovely outfit to wear when you're having tea with someone. I also like that the color of his outfit kind of matched the overall vibe of the setting. Kind of like a gloomy winter type of feel, where the air is cold and you just want to sit inside with a lovely cup of tea.

Also, the way he looks at the sky with his chin tilted up and his hair is swooped to one side, it's just a pleasant sight to see and it's a lovely way to end the year.

That's a Wrap on the TZP Fashion Wrap-Up!!

And that's it for a beautiful stroll through the TZP fashion memory lane. Looking back on his fashion this year, it's impossible not to think of the many reasons why he's truly a charming fashion stunner and the next gem of fashion that the world has to look out for. These were definitely TZP style moments that made 2023 truly unforgettable.

From the runways to the streets where fashion became a living, breathing art form, Taylor has surely celebrated the creativity and expression that defined the world of style. Each ensemble, every accessory, and the bold choices made by designers have left a mark on the canvas of Taylor's fashion landscape this year.

As another year approaches, I will eagerly anticipate the trends that Taylor will slay in the coming year. I know he will continue to carry forward the spirit of experimentation, individuality, and boundless creativity while maintaining a sense of sustainability.

Thank you, my dears, for joining me on this stylish stroll. If you've made it this far, congratulations and props to you! I can't wait to continue seeing Taylor wear some more styles in the chapters that lie ahead.

To my dearest Taylor, stay fabulous, stay true to your style, and may the coming year be filled with endless opportunities to express yourself through the artistry of fashion.

Should I do this again next year? Maybe.. I'll let time decide.

Until the next fashion wrap-up!

[moonmoonsim]

2023 Changes !!!

Hi guys. I wanted to write this post a little earlier, but I had no inspiration). I've been searching for my own style since I started making CC. At the end of 2022, I thought that I had found it, But in the new, 2023, I woke up with the thought - I want changes, even if they are not big, but they should be. Let's start with the first and main change of this year!

⚝ Now paired tattoos will be divided into two files and merged into one so that you don't delete one of them by mistake. What is it for? In order to be able to place on both arms/legs, both non identical or identical tattoos. In this way, you can create many different combinations of tattoo sets.

⚝ Based on the first point, now paired tattoos for arms and legs will have a double-sided arrow symbol on the thumbnail.

⚝ Another change has been made to the color palette. Now each tattoo will be made in 5 colors, so that when they are combined, there would be no imbalance in the color scheme. Dark brown, dark blue, green, red, light brown.

⚝ For this reason, there will be another change, it will affect all of my tattoos for 2022. Absolutely all of them will be redone to my new standards, all 5 colors added, and if necessary moved to another category, if I deem it appropriate (Unfortunately, I don't know how long it will take, I'll try to do it by the end of the month) (Old versions will still be available for download on sfs)

⚝ I will also simplify the names of my tattoos, especially where they are not obvious. Tattoos on the same subject, which can be successfully combined into sets, will have a similar name. For example flowers - #F1, #F2, patterns - #P1, P2...

⚝ And the last but not least, the change has affected my previews. I really wanted to change the background color to a darker one. I hope you enjoy the new previews as much as I do.

If you have any questions, ask me via wsif or you can ask via private messages)

Enjoy ❤

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Following Team Orders ~ Las Vegas

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Two weeks prior… Saturday 

There are two things Ransom hates: losing and Steve Rogers. The man had been a thorn in his side for the last couple of years, almost beating him for championships, almost having his girl. If he thought he could murder the bastard and get away with it, he would. He was even costing him sleep.  He had dreamt that he had Liv underneath him, moaning his name like she used to when Rogers interrupted them in her trailer.  As soon as he saw the fucker, he woke up, hard and pissed.  He decided to take a walk around the hotel.  As he went to check his phone, he heard a door open.  He moved behind a doorway and peak over.  

And fury consumed him. 

Rogers was coming out the door, hair disheveled, big smile on his face.  Small hands pull him back and turn him around. The couple kiss and Ransom sees it as an opportunity to fuck Rogers by showing it to Liv. Except when Rogers pulls away, it's Liv he sees in the room.  He took a series of photos and decided that this was the perfect opportunity.  

After Ransom gets his coffee, he sent a message to Lance, Lloyd and Suzanne. 

Have news. Meet in my room. 

As Ransom stood in the window, looking over the Mexico City skyline, he smiled to himself. A plan was forming, and he was confident it could work.  A knock brought him out of his thoughts, and he went to the door. He opened it and ushered everyone in. “What is going on Ranny?” Suzanne whined. 

“Shut the fuck up Suzy,” Ransom growled. “I have some important shit so can it.”  He picked up his phone and pulled up the photos.  “I found a way to fuck over Rogers and get rid of Olivia.”  He showed the group the pictures.  

“Holy fuck!” Lance looked up at Ransom. “Why are you smiling?” 

“Because if the FIA made Rogers sign the same contract as me, there is a non-fraternization clause. If that’s the case, then this,” picking up the phone, “is our way to getting rid of Rogers, Olivia, Barnes and the whole Red Bull team. We can pick up their sponsors, their money and really be the top team in F1. And if it doesn’t, well then it just fucks them over and I’m ok with that too.” Ransom bite into the Danish he had.  

Lloyd started to laugh. “Damm sunshine, you are going to make Mercedes unstoppable.” He looked at the photos.  “I have a contact at ESPN. Let’s do this. That little beauty insulted me, that prick almost has the championship.” Lloyd growled. “Time for this love story to end.”  

Las Vegas – Thursday before race 

Andy is sitting inside the main office for FIA at the Las Vegas track.  He was sitting, staring out to Las Vegas skyline, wondering what fresh hell he was being sent to.  The door opened but he didn’t turn. “Mr. Barber?” That’s when he turned.  

Jenny Williams stood in the doorway.  “Jenny?” 

“Hi Andy.” She looked tired but determined.  

He hugged the oldest Williams girl. “What are you doing here Jen?” 

“I’m representing Livie for the investigation.  You can only represent one of them, according to the guidelines, but we need to figure out if they violated their contracts with Red Bull or the FIA.”  

“Right.”  Andy looked down at the binders in front of him. “I’ve looked over Rogers’s contract. There is nothing in his contract that states he can’t have a consensual relationship with another driver. Steve’s reputation has been clean.”  

“Then why are the reports indicating he’s violating a morality clause?”  Jenny pulled a report from ESPN.  

“Contracts have a behavioral morality clause, like for drunken behavior, fighting, that sort of thing.” Andy stood up and started to pace. “The only one I’ve heard who had an amendment to theirs was Drysdale when Olivia joined the drivers’ league. Since they had history, the FIA added the clause, under Drysdale’s objections, of course.”  

Jenny wrote that down.  “Liv doesn’t have that clause, but this still won’t lose its teeth.  They are going to call for collusion.”  

“They are teammates.  Their main goal is to win, for the team to win.  It's bullshit Jenny.”  Andy was fuming.  

“And that’s the argument I will start with.” Jenny put her pen down. “But since they were hiding, it looks bad.” 

Andy put his hands on his hips and bowed his head.  “I know Steve.  I know how much he hated her before he gave into his feelings. And Liv, she just wouldn’t hook up with another driver. I don’t know how they can suddenly love each other.”  

Jenny could see how much Andy cared for his drivers but was blind. “You obviously didn’t see them at dad’s funeral.  Steve was her support when she couldn’t keep going. When she needed someone to take care of her when she felt all alone. I know he was there, at the hospital, after her accident.  When he came in to see her and said goodbye to her because he wanted her to succeed.” 

“He did?” 

“Of course, he did.  Andy, they have been going in circles because of misunderstandings and assumptions.  They fought their way to this point.” Jenny massaged her temples.  “Red Bull records all of the team's radio transmissions, right?” 

“Yes,” Andy said slowly.  

“Perfect.  And can Steve and Liv communicate to each other?” 

“No, they can only hear if we open a channel to them both, but that rarely happens.”  

“What about in Austin?” 

Andy riffled through some papers.  “Here, the transcript of the race.  Liv and Steve never talked.  The only time they were even close to each other in the race was when Liv passed him after he spun.  He asked if he could catch her.”  

“Then this is proof that they didn’t conspire.”  Jenny closed her notebook.  “Dad would have wanted them to win.  Not just the race or the championship.  But in love too.”  

As Jenny and Andy were meeting, Liv, Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, Frank and Tony were all in Liv’s suite, discussing the inquiry.  

“It’s not fair,” Liv said as she paced the length of the room.  Everyone else was sitting, watching her go back and forth.  “They are doing this because I’m a woman.”  

“Baby, if that were true, you could sue the pants off the organization,” Steve replied in an attempt to calm her.  

“Bug, come on, sit,” Frank said, patting the seat between himself and Steve.  

“I can’t.”  Olivia was pacing to keep other emotions from emerging. “What if they say my points are invalid.  What if they say Steve’s are?  That would mean he would lose the championship and then we would lose the team one.  I would be a pariah and I’ll never get to race again.” 

Nat sighed.  “Liv, none of that is going to happen. Jenny is here to help with that, and you know she’ll put that big lawyer brain into full gear.  Andy is going to make sure nothing happens.  You just have to stay calm.”  

“Maybe I should quit.” Olivia’s words stunned the room.  “Maybe if I wasn’t here anymore, they will stop the inquiry and let Steve keep his points and then…” she swallowed... “then he could finish the season and win.”  She finally stopped pacing when she reached the window and looked at the city below.  

“Could you guys give us the room, please?”  Steve’s voice was stern, and no one questioned the request.  Only Bucky stopped to squeeze Steve’s shoulder before leaving the room.  “Olivia, come sit with me.”  She refused to acknowledge him.  “Olivia, right now.”  She looked up and he could see for the first time that there were tears in her eyes.  “Oh baby,” his tone softens.  He could see how much this was tearing her up inside.  He went to her and wrapped his arms around her as she finally cried.  

“Stevie, I didn’t mean… this all my…” he cut her off.  

“Sweetheart, this is not your fault. We didn’t do anything wrong. The press is blowing this up because of who we are.” He kissed her forehead. “Baby, look at me.”  Her pink-ringed eyes looked up at him. “Our life, this relationship goes beyond the track.  I would do anything for you. I would walk away right now just to see you smile.  The championship doesn’t mean anything if you are not right there with me. I love you so much that it hurts to be away from you.  So don’t quit, don’t leave. I’ll follow you anywhere.”  

“Really?” 

“Livie, you are my endgame.”   

“I am?” Her voice cracked.  

“You are baby.  I knew that from our first kiss.” 

Liv smiled.  “I knew from that moment too.”  

Steve kissed her softly, making sure to be gentle, to let her feel all the love he had for her.  This girl who came in like a breath of fresh air.  He could lie all he wanted but their first kiss wasn’t when he fell in love with her.  It was the first day they really met.  Her eyes blazed at him, showing the spark of fierceness, the way she didn’t back down, because she knew her worth.  She put him under her spell right then.  No matter how much he fought it, he has been in love with Olivia Williams for far longer than anyone knew.  She was his home.  He would gladly give up racing to be with her and help her achieve every goal.   

They stayed in that night. They ordered room service and kept to themselves, needing those final moments of peace before the flurry of press and fans descended upon them.  

Steve took his time, taking her apart, piece by piece, as he made love to his girl. It was soft, it was sweet, it was everything they needed that night.  As she slept, a sheet covering her torso, Steve looked out to the Vegas night sky. The flashing lights of the strip combined with the muted sounds provided the perfect lullaby that lulled Liv to sleep but kept Steve awake.  He wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare.  He wanted Liv and himself to just race like before and finish on top, just like he planned.  He had no idea what was instore for them on the track.  He just hoped that they still had each other at the end of it.  

Andy started Sunday with a team meeting.  “I know this weekend has been rough on everyone.” He saw the crestfallen face of Liv and Steve, who sat in the back, holding hands. “Especially our drivers.  I have spoken to the Bartons, and they are standing behind Steve and Olivia. Our contracts don’t specifically state that they couldn’t have a relationship and we are standing behind that.”  

He cleared his throat as some of the crew began to speak.  “Just a sec. With that said, this doesn’t mean the FIA won’t be investigating.  They have informed us that they will start after today’s race.  What they find and what punishments will be endured are unknown, but I know this, we will appeal against any negative decisions made towards the drivers and the team.  We are one family here and we will continue that way.  Drivers, let’s get you warmed up. Crew chiefs, a word.  Everyone else, please do your final checks before the race starts.”  

Liv heads back into her garage and climbs up to her secret loft area.  She pulls out her phone and scrolls through all of the headlines.  

F1 PRINCESS IN RELATIONSHIP WITH RED BULL STAR 

IS ROGERS USING WILLIAMS HEIRESS TO STAY ON TOP? 

OLIVIA WILLIAMS: IS SHE BOUNCING FROM DRIVER TO DRIVER? SOURCES SAY SHE IS USING ROGERS TO GET TO DRYSDALE 

ARE THE NEW EAR FEMAL DRIVERS DISTRACTING TO THE SPORT OF F1 

OLIVIA AND STEVE: RACING’S NEW ROYAL COUPLE UNDER INVESTIGATION 

WILL THEY LAST? LIV WILLIAMS AND STEVE ROGERS IN TROUBLE ALREADY, CLAIMS SOURCE 

Liv could feel the tears threatening to fall.  One article accused her of using her father’s name while another claimed that she was using Steve to take his spot.  Another said she was doing it to get back at Ransom and how heartbroken he is. Others say she was paying off officials for her win.  

“You know,” her head whipped around to see her favorite ocean blue eyes staring at her, “if you let them get into your head, you are just going to prove them right.”  Steve crawled as best he could to laid down beside her.  

“Steve, they are saying I didn’t win on my own.  That Andy paid people off so I could win.  How could they say that?  Why would they tell these lies?” 

“I don’t know, love.”  He tucked her hair behind her ear.  “But you have to ignore it. You need to put your game face on and show them how wrong they are.”  

“Promise me.  Promise me that you won’t leave me when they tear me down.”  

“Never.” He kissed her. “C’mon, let’s kick this field’s ass and show them we are an unstoppable force.”  

The race went well for Red Bull with Steve and Liv finishing one-three with Charles in the middle.  The win was somber, with Liv just going through the motions.  As the drivers sat down in the press room, the tension became palpable.  The standard F1 reporters asked the first questions, like how the race was, was the track good, stuff like that.  It wasn’t until the floor was opened to the other reporters that Steve figured out what was wrong.  

The first reporter stood, “Adam Schefter, ESPN.  Congratulations Steve on the win.”  

“Thanks.”  

“Was it team orders that kept you in the lead?” 

“No, no orders were given.” Steve clenched his jaw.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Liv visibly tense.  

“Williams had the chance to pass a couple of times.  Was she told to stand down?” 

Steve wasn’t sure what to say before Liv spoke up. “I wasn’t told to do anything.  Rogers is an excellent driver, and I couldn’t get around him.”  

The next reporter, Maria Smith from AP Sports moved on to Charles.  Liv zoned out of the question until she heard. “Is it true that you had a previous relationship with Miss Williams?” Her heart stopped.  

Charles took a sip of water to calm himself before answering.  “I don’t know what that question has to do with the race.”  He cocked an eyebrow at the woman, who blushed and sat.  

“I would like that answer,” a man from NBC Sports stood up. “Did you have a relationship with Miss Williams that could affect whether she allowed you to score more points?” 

Liv bit her lip to stop from screaming at the man and keep the tears at bay. Charles looked at Liv to see her broken expression and grew angry.  “Olivia and I are friends, just like most of the drivers here are. She wouldn't give us an edge if she can help it.  She is here to race and to win, that’s it.  This line of questions is inappropriate.”  

“So, you are saying that there is not a relationship between you and her, but you are ok that a relationship formed between her and Rogers?”  The reporter was egging them on, and Steve knew it.  

He stood up, palms down on the desk in front of him.  “Our relationship is none of your business.  Olivia and I...” he stopped to look at her and she watched him with heartbroken eyes. “Olivia and I are in a committed relationship.  I love this woman, and I will not sit here and allow you to try and take her apart. She is a fantastic racer, a history maker, a trailblazer.  She has done it all while men like you tried to keep her down.  Fuck, even I tried to keep her down, but she fought back for everything she has earned.  She is respected among her colleagues, and she has done her job. These interviews are over.”   

He stepped back, went to Olivia and took her hand and walked her out of the press room, while questions were flung at them.  Charles followed and Olivia buried her head in Steve’s chest.  “I am so sorry Livie,” Charles said.  

“Thank you for standing up for her,” Steve said, when he could feel the sobs coming from her.  

“We’ll all stand up for her, punk.”  Steve looked up to see Bucky with the other drivers.  They all patted Liv’s back as they marched into the press room.  Steve heard Bucky as he declared with the other drivers that they would no longer be interviewing them bar official statements for their treatment of Olivia. Conspicuously absent are the Mercedes drivers.  

As the group walked away, Andy and Jenny came up to the couple.  “Great race, guys but I have some news.” Andy swallowed.  “The FIA has decided to open an official investigation. They have a complaint and, well, with the pictures, they had no other choice. I’m sorry Liv but you are suspended pending the conclusion of the investigation.”  

“But there are only two races left,” Steve complained.  

“I understand but...” Liv silenced him with her hand.  

“It’s ok Andy.  Did we ask for expedition?” Jenny answered with a nod. “Well, then I will head home to California.  Doesn’t look like any reason to travel to Brazil at this point.”  Steve gripped her hand and walked with her.  

“I won’t leave your side Love Bug.”  

“But the championship...” 

“There is nothing bigger than us right now.”  

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[f1-disaster-bi]

Pando hurt/comfort, can be any scenario just could it be Lando comforting Pierre instead, it always seems to be the other way around

I love this anon. Im going to go non-f1 au here, and borrow my dear @f1-birb's uni au for Pando to do this! Have a little gift for this au birb ❤️

Pierre having an awful day. He woke up feeling not right. Everything just feels wrong, his mind is a mess and his smiles feel fake. He's just exhausted and he doesn't know why. He goes through his day in a fog, always ready to snap or cry but forcing himself not too

And half way through the day, Lando just appears at his side. He just takes one look at his boyfriend, kisses his cheek and disappears. He reappears after a little bit with Pierre's favorite sweet snack and drink from his favorite bakery. Pierre is a little in awe, and so touched, just accepts it as Lando kisses his cheek and sits next to him. Lando doesn't pressure him to talk or anything, he just sits with him. He shows him some funny and cute tiktoks that he knows will make Pierre smile, holds his hand, and just lets Pierre be

When they split for classes, Pierre finishes his to find Lando waiting for him outside of his class with another of Pierre's favourite drinks and a grin. He tells Pierre he has the evening off, and he's going to take care of him and he does. Pierre just lets himself be brought back to his apartment. Lando set up the bathroom so he can have a long, hot shower and comfy clothes to change into and when he's out, Lando has brought his little projector and connected it to his laptop and it's already paused on the opening of one of Pierre's favourite movies.

Pierre tears up, and asks him why he did all this and Lando just gives his cheek another soft kiss and goes "Because you're having a bad day, and you deserve to be taken care of". Pierre does cry a little, but does so while being held by his boyfriend surrounded by blankets and all of Pierre's comfort snacks

[formulatrash]

To stoke the twitter fire, who do you think is better Lando or Charles?

girl. I never want to stoke the twitter fire I want to turn up with an extinguisher and leave Twitter sopping wet and no longer wanting to fight.

but, that aside; I think it's a non-comparison. Charles and Lando aren't really peers in junior series terms (and even if they were they've both been in F1 long enough that's no longer really relevant and they are in very different positions in terms of their current driving.

both of them are under immense pressure but very differently. Charles needs to lead Ferrari, which is a nervewracking thing when the team is working well and winning and a neurosis-inducing breakdown when everything is, well. how it is currently. Charles is the driver that Ferrari has decided is going to take it back to the top and that comes with immense privileges like the team's backing and belief and also massive amounts of pressure.

where his 2022 campaign fell apart is somewhere between the two. he emerged still clearly Ferrari's lead driver and with the knowledge their car has radically improved since the 2020 low ebb but also knowing that 2023 might not yet be the year that the two can be added together and equal a championship. but it is Ferrari and he is il predestinato, so they must keep trying to force the equation.

Lando didn't particularly get picked by McLaren to rebuild the team or to be their big hope. he was a driver who was good enough, who no one else had signed. he's clearly proven since that he was a very strong choice, for a team that's still not as far from the mess it was in in 2018 as it might like to imagine and because he's still there, McLaren's recovery is his problem.

Ferrari and McLaren have very different issues; McLaren has come very close to going bankrupt, repeatedly, in recent years and is still miles behind the top teams in terms of facilities and resources. you can't drive or strategise your way out of the midfield, it's a technological problem and McLaren themselves will admit that. their recovery from being the worst team on the grid to often the best of the rest is very impressive but a step back to the front will be much harder.

it's why Ferrari could flop in 2020 but manage to go back to title contention in 2022; they have the wind tunnel and computing and engineering and design resources to do that. McLaren are still putting theirs together.

Lando is very good at maximising results, given that. Charles, arguably, throws them away sometimes but that is because he is dealing with a different set of parameters; the type of margins by which Ferrari win or lose are the ones McLaren rarely have to analyse. (and struggled with, the last time they had to)

both of them are very good at respectively being Lando and Charles. Lando is the safe pair of hands McLaren need to push them forwards, who understands the team and they understand him. Charles is capable of handling the pressure of Ferrari and not being demoralised by the team's shortcomings.

if you switched them around, I don't know whether that would be the case. maybe Charles would thrive in Woking or Lando would suddenly acquire a gift for languages and fit right in at Maranello but where they are now, they are both very good. the right driver for one team is not the right driver for another, as say, Valtteri or Alex has shown fairly capably recently.

the fact Bottas and Albon looked relatively ordinary or even bad when they were at top teams doesn't mean that given a winning car and a different situation they wouldn't have thrived. it's hard to nail down a matrix of what makes the perfect driver for a particular situation - without a doubt, F1 teams would have been running the simulations for it if it was.

so there's not really any comparing Lando and Charles. even if you looked at their relative performance against Carlos, say, then that's in two different situations (a team with almost no expectation of results after years of decreasing performance vs a team that just sacked off Sebastian Vettel for this guy) and maybe this is where the problem is with F1.

because machinery plays such an important part to the sport. because teams are so completely essential to a driver's results. because the best driver in the world could've spent half a season in a car that didn't suit them and a team they couldn't gel with and been binned of. 'best driver' is really the one that can work with a team at the time, which is why Michael Schumacher and Lewis Hamilton are such titanic and obvious standouts and Lewis has been able to achieve the greatest results of all time.

so, to answer the question: neither of them is 'better' - both of them are, even if they're frequently frustrated by it, probably in the right situation for them to perform the best they can right now; Ferrari might annoy the shit out of Charles but it's unlikely he'd find a better fit at Red Bull or Mercedes and McLaren being a long way off the front end of the fight but as Carlos has shown, being a standout in the midfield doesn't mean slotting into a top position is easy. the length of both their contracts reflect that.

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2022: Round 21 - Sao Paulo

Filed under: I was that tuned out of last year I didn’t realise a second race had its name changed for 2022

ANYWAY: while I forgot to watch highlights for Brazil (I genuinely had every intention to, I just forgot bc C4 only has the highlights shows up on their website for a week). I do remember logging onto tumblr after the race and seeing the carnage of George Russell getting his and Merc’s first win of the season... and the RBR team order drama (👀)

But apart from that, I know nothing, so let’s dive in:

ngl this is one of the races I’ve been most looking forward to watching in full, mainly for the non-RBR win but also I need to know how Russell dragged the W13 into P1 like please tell us your secrets

I also read a few weeks back the very wild stat that the W13 got a 1-2 finish, but it’s predecessor the W12 didn’t. Which is insane

right then, starting grid whiplash:

(which, this was a sprint weekend, which will likely explain a lot)

Lance P15, bc of a 10 sec pen apparently

SEB P9 LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

oh my god a Merc front row, the absolute SCENES

capture it, remember it

oh, we absolutely ADORE to see it.

I will give sprint races this one right, just this once

[Formation Lap]: like Mexico, a pretty even split of people starting on either the softs or the mediums, with the exception of Albon being the only car on the hards

oh, I am looking forward to this. I am thrilled Angela in the garage and she is me

[Lap 1/Start]: Mercs holding formation at the start

LANDO NORRIS?! In between the RBRs and Ferrari???

OH SHIT

Safety Car, Dan just speared into Kevin

oh the duality of McLaren in 2022

[Lap 2]: Tag yourself I’m the marshal just flinging the broken bits of advertising board away

oh so Dan tapped Kevin into a spin, and Kevin not able to control the car, went right into Dan. welp.

[Lap 3]: SEB UP TO P8 LET’S GET IT!!!!

and Mick P10 🥺 That’s my emotional support Germans

[Lap 4]: “That Aston Martin in the hands of Vettel has some pace today” I need Ted to be my hype man seriously

Charles has potential engine problems??? oh welp

Ferrari gonna Ferrari

[Lap 5]: Albon pits to ditch the hards for mediums, still under SC

The replay of Lando’s start, very noice

[Lap 6]: aaaand SC in this lap

rip Otmar’s nerves for having to watch Esteban v Alonso at the restart

ayyy Bono sighting

...you gonna go George???

[Lap 7]: ....

ffs

Lewis and Verstappen touched and broke bits of each other’s cars

NOT LANDO TAKING OUT CHARLES

oh so Charles is not out he managed to get his car back to the pits.

still I would like a refund for that lap, it woke up and chose TOO MUCH violence

[Lap 8]: oh my god Seb’s up into P5 as a result of all the violence

[Lap 9]: And Lewis is up into P7

[Lap 10]: And now P6

cut to Lance in P9 defending from Bottas

[Lap 11]: Lewis v Seb, this is not how I wanted it to happen but I’ll take it 🥺

apparently still a way to go until 1st stop territory, which will probably have been extended a tiny bit thanks to the safety car

[Lap 12]: “That Aston Martin is a sprightly thing” AMR22 no longer assigned tractor status 🥳🥳🥳

[Lap 13]: Verstappen got a 5 sec pen for the violence huh 👀

as does Norris for trying to murder Charles

[Lap 14]: And Lewis takes P5, to the delight of the very lively crowd

I think we can all agree that Brazil is Lewis’ second home race at this point (I mean, it technically his how he has his honorary citizenship, but you know what I mean)

[Lap 15]: And Lewis takes 4th from Lando (try saying that three times fast)

can we not get constant replays of the Verstappen on Lewis violence, once was more than enough

[Lap 16]: meanwhile Seb is chasing down Lando 👀

this race has been quite a lot, and I don’t think we’re barely at one quarter distance

Interlagos will always be 100% that bitch

[Lap 17]: SEB INTO P5!!!! THAT’S MY BOOOOOOY

oh and Zhou makes his first stop

[Lap 18]: as does Sainz

meanwhile Russell is driving around completely unbothered while multiple fistfights happen behind him

Sainz has a smoky brake apparently 😬

not a tear off stuck in the brake duct oh good grief

[Lap 20]: somehow, Bottas is in P6

ayyy Lance up to P9

...or not Sainz just passed him

[Lap 21]: Charles still down in P15, he was a title contender at the start of the year 😭

[Lap 22]: Lewis closing the gap to Perez you say 👀👀👀

Charles pits again, because Clowneria Ferrari

[Lap 24]: and just to emphasise the point, Sainz doesn’t know what strategy he’s on.

Perez pits for mediums

oh my god Seb’s in P3. STOP THE RACE!!!!!!!

[Lap 25]: Russell pits, and has a slower stop compared to Perez

but he comes out ahead of Seb.

Anyway Merc 1-2, Lewis win, Seb P3. STOP! THE! RACE!!!!!

[Lap 26]: Lewis leading in Brazil, feels good feels organic

and the crowd (rightfully) love him

“Sebastian Vettel runs third” INJECT IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!

But, I did look up Seb’s result and he finishes P11 so I’m vibing now while it lasts 😭

[Lap 27]: and in Seb pits for mediums, he comes out in 9th

[Lap 28]: and Bottas takes 7th off Gasly

helmet watch: Seb’s Brazilian flag tree design is so cute I love it

[Lap 29]: They’re talking about dark clouds, please no 🥲

but anyway SEB INTO P8!!!

[Lap 30]: Lewis makes his first stop, softs for mediums, and comes out in P4

and Seb up into P7 as Lance pits

“Pitlane incident involving Alfa Romeo will be investigated after the race” ????? care to give us any detail at all FIA?????

don’t just leave us hanging spill the tea

[Lap 31]: I am not looking at the clouds in the distance I do not see them

[Lap 32]: Lewis setting a 1m15. King shit.

[Lap 33]: and Lance passes Yuki for P14

beloved midfield spice how I have missed you since you were MIA in Mexico

[Lap 34]: Ted spilling the pit lane drama tea, apparently Alfa Romeo didn’t pull in their wheel guns when Mick came in for his stop (it’s a sporting curtesy, not a rule per se)

But is still funny that the entire Alfa Romeo team is under investigation seghujgh

poor Barry from catering is an innocent bystander in all of this!!!!

[Lap 36]: Anyway, racing

Alonso pits, promoting Bottas to 5th (?!) and Seb to 6th 🥳

Sainz to pit again, not surprising considering he’s on the softs

He’s on the mediums this time

[Lap 38]: Man seeing the cars being able to actually follow each other, and make overtakes in the corners as opposed to DRS moves. WE STAN.

Alonso with a nice move on Yuki for P13

[Lap 40]: whew I didn’t even notice that we’d passed half distance

track temp has dropped 11 degrees since the race start, it’s def way cloudier. And that’s seemingly favouring Merc, considering the rate at which Lewis is catching Perez

[Lap 41]: Ted has gotten out the big braincell and realised that Merc’s goal is to get a 1-2 for the drama. As they should tbh.

[Lap 42]: Seb still in P6, I’m equal parts thrilled and worried as to how he ends up P11

[Lap 43]: Lewis’ gap to Perez under 2 seconds 👀

someone whip out the jaws music

[Lap 44]: he’s closed right up, racing time!!

[Lap 45]: and he gets the move done down the main straight. NOICE.

and the crowd go insane, as they should

meanwhile Charles pits again from 8th, I once again support his rights to burn things down

[Lap 46]: Seb pits from P6, and drops to P11

[Lap 48]: Perez pits again for mediums, and gets jumped by Sainz

Both Mercs yet to make their second stops still, I would be both surprised and impressed if they manage to make the one-stop work

[Lap 49]: And as I type that, in comes Lewis 😅

Likely to cover off Perez.

Which he does! He’s on the softs

[Lap 50]: and In comes Russell, also for softs

Crofty stop trying to manifest rain the race is fine without it!!

Seb in P7 ahead of Charles 🥺

[Lap 51]: And Charles does pass Seb for 7th

[Lap 52]: Oh apparently Kevin still hasn’t come back to the paddock yet ubhsgeugheshg

and Lando has stopped with a loss of power. McLaren’s very bad not good race.

and a bit of a late VSC, since Lando was getting out the car while cars were passing him 🙃🙃🙃

[Lap 53]: and looks like Ferrari are going to pit Sainz for softs

[Lap 54]: that McLaren is not moving for the marshals for love nor money

and we’re upgraded to a full Safety Car because of it

not Crofty stirring the pot asking Otmar what he’ll tell Esteban and Fernando at the restart slrbnhlbh

He is craving all sorts of violence today

[Lap 55]: Helmet watch: Lando’s neon yellow with chrome royal blue design is so pretty

“You are racing, just be respectful” Mercedes say no violence only polite fisticuffs allowed

stop. replaying. the Verstappen on Lewis incident.

[Lap 56]: another Bono sighting?! TV director your basket of pastries is in the post.

[Lap 57]: “They haven’t released the lapped cars yet” Brundle... don’t

[Lap 58]: oh Esteban being told to let Alonso past and he straight up says no aeghearughs

Alpine squared violence intensifies

[Lap 59]: SC coming in... I am Anxious™️

If we get RBR on Lewis violence again I will SCREAM

George once again taking his SWEET AS TIME to go ffs

[Lap 60]: okay phew that was a much more chill restart

argh Seb down to 9th what happened?!

[Lap 61]: oof Sainz trying to barge past Perez

Charles watching behind with popcorn

and Alonso passes Bottas for P6

once again, EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING

[Lap 62]: 10 laps to go, oh BOY

oh. Seb was on the mediums surrounded by drivers on softs. no wonder he’s dropped places

[Lap 63]: And Sainz does pass Perez for P3

funnily enough he’s also on the mediums while the cars around him are on softs

[Lap 64]: And Charles takes P4!

meanwhile the gap between the Mercs is just over a second

[Lap 65]: Oh jeez that swerving from Perez and Alonso

and Fernando adds himself to be “I passed Perez after the SC restart” party

oh. Verstappen is behind Perez now. team order drama incoming I guess. 🍿

replay of elated Alpine mechanics my beloved

[Lap 67]: 5 laps left, and Verstappen passes Perez. 

after explicably being told to take points off the Ferrari’s 😬

ohhhhhh that pass from Mick on Gasly was NICE

[Lap 68]: Gap between the Mercs still are 1.2-1.3 seconds

[Lap 69]: Ugh, Seb’s dropped down to P11 behind Lance, damn you medium tyres

(Not Lance though, he’s great)

[Lap 70]: The fact that this was Merc’s first win since Saudi ‘21... pain

[Lap 71]: Also the comedy of Merc winning one of the races Toto wasn’t at aeghaergh. It’s a wonder Toto has been at any races in 2023.

welp more internal Ferrari violence

[Finish]: And Russell wins his first F1 race, with Lewis bagging a Merc 1-2!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Sainz P3, Charles P4, with Fernando dragging his Alpine into P5 out of sheer spite.

Okay I’m pretty neutral on Russell but his team radio was v sweet 🥺

and ending with Lewis DOTD, and Lance P10 Team Greeeeeeeeen!!!🥳💚

WHEW. Interlagos continues to deliver the racing AND the drama. That was a fun race to watch though, while we didn’t have a proper battle for the win per se there was so much entertainment in the midfield, and while the reason why it happened did not spark joy, watching Lewis fight back through the field like the King he is was *chef’s kiss*.

Overall, 9 front wings out of 10. Next, and final race of 2022 - Abu Dhabi!

[hey-kae]

Trust me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Request: Hello, me again! Just a fluffy thought: the reader goes with Charles to the track for one of the Ferrari promotions and she gets to ride with him in the three seater car? So she gets to talk with him over the radio and experience a day of driving with him? Maybe she freaks out over how fast they go and keeps telling him to slow down lol

Warnings: language and one sexual joke

Sidenote: sorry this took me so long to write😬. Do i know if Ferrari have a double seater? No but I didn’t want to include a third person in the car. Also we’re gonna pretend they would actually have a radio in this case for the sake of the imagine.

After a peaceful night of comfortable sleep with Charles in his apartment in Maranello, you woke up in the morning to him moving around the barely lit bedroom, trying so hard to be quiet but failing even harder to do so as stuff kept dropping from him onto the floor. In an unusual behavior at such ungodly hours of the morning, you found yourself chuckling at his hunched posture as he tiptoed around the bed, heading to the bathroom, barely dressed but carrying a pile of red clothes in his arms. You smiled to yourself as you watched him cringe at the slightest sound, not aware that you had woken up and were watching him.

“Good morning, baby.” You greeted, slightly startling him, causing him to immediately straighten up.

“Shit. I’m sorry, mon amour. Please go back to sleep, i will be quieter.” Charles was quick to apologize, his voice still barely above a whisper.

“Don’t worry about it.” You shrugged it off, gesturing for him that it was okay.

He padded barefoot access the room, right back to the bed and leaned down to give you a kiss that you happily returned before you asked him what was on his schedule for the day.

“Carlos and i are filming a video in the two-seater F1 car.” He grinned, his excitement about that clearly shining through his delighted expression, his passion being clearer than ever. It made you smile up at him.

“You look really excited, chéri.”

“I am. It will be- Actually,” he titled his head to the side as if he was considered something, “why don’t you come with me?”

You sat up and stretched up your arms with a yawn before speaking.

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to get in the way.”

“Get in the way?! Mon amour, non! I want you there, that way we can spend more time together and you can watch me drive!” His hand wrapped around your arms and he started literally dragging you out of bed while chuckling.

“Charles!” You squeaked, laughing along with him.

“What has gotten into you?”

“Je veux bien t’emmener avec moi, chérie.” I really want to take you with me, darling.

You looked at him, eyes practically begging you to accept his offer and lips almost pouted making it nearly impossible to say no. You shoulders slacked and you sighed in surrender.

“Fine.” You exhaled and let him drag you off the comfortable mattress.

“Merci, baby.” He grinned and kissed you again before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to stare at the few items you had brought with you hung neatly in the closet, trying to put together an outfit decent enough for the day.

The drive to the Ferrari Factory was short and mostly silent on your side since you were still a bit sleepy. You just listened to Charles ramble on about the car he’d drive today. You loved listening to him talk, especially when the subject was something so close to his heart. It calmed you beyond words and made you smile.

Once the two of you stepped foot into the building, Charles’ attention became divided between you and the people there. It seemed that everyone who passed by him made it a point to stop and greet him and therefore you.

“Come on, i need to quickly stop by Mattia’s office before we go to the track.” Charles intertwined your fingers with his and started guiding you down hallway after hallway as if he knew them like the back of his hands.

Once the two of you reached the Italian man’s office and after polite but brief conversation was exchanged, you took a seat in a chair next to Charles and mindlessly listened to him and Mattia talk in Italian, not understanding most of what they’re communicating until they both stood back up, exchanging “ciao”s and shaking hands.

Charles, still switched onto his Italian mode, held you hand and tugged on it as he poked his head towards the door and said, “Andiamo.”

“Huh?” You asked, already following him out of the office.

“What?” He frowned, “Oh, sorry. It means let’s go.” He smiled at you as you walked.

“Oh, okay. Andiamo.” You grinned at him and started walking faster, passing him.

Charles chuckled at that, pulling on your hand so he’d be able to hook his arm around your shoulders.

“T’es trop mignone.” You’re so cute. He kissed the top of your head as the two of you exited the building, a blush spread across you cheeks.

That didn’t go unnoticed by Charles.

“Look at me, mon amour. I still make you blush, love?” He grinned and tugged you closer.

“Oh, please. Have you ever looked in a mirror, Mr. Leclerc?” You teased him and he burst out laughing, the sun illuminating his face so beautifully, further proving your point that a day where this man wouldn’t make you blush might never exist.

“Listen, Carlos is already on track. It’s about a fifteen minute walk from here, do you mind walking?”

“That’s fine by me, baby.” You sprinted out of his grasp, running in front of him as he threw objections your way.

“Better try to catch up, then.” You giggled back at him, walking backwards so you’d face him. You watched as he started running to you, a big smile shining on his glowing face.

When he was close enough, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, laughing into your neck, raising goosebumps on your skin as the vibrations coursed through you.

“I caught you.” He teased, turning your head towards him to plant a kiss on your lips. You were thankful that the area was mostly empty of people at such an early time of the day since you were highly appreciative of any moment of privacy you had with Charles.

“No shit, sherlock. Thanks for telling me.” You teased him before the two of you resumed the walk, now actually heading for the track while exchanging soft remarks and talking softly to each other.

Half an hour later, you watched the two-seater carrying Charles and Carlos shoot down the track from your spot in the red and white garage, the sound of its engine thrilling you. It was barely seconds before the vehicle was out of sight and a matter of less than a minute before it reappeared. You took your phone out, taking a brief video as it zoomed past you to immortalize the memory of today.

After a few laps around the track each, the team members gestured for Charles and Carlos to stop, giving them a thumbs up to let them know they probably got enough footage to work with.

You observed as the car stopped back in the garage and the two drivers got out of it, Carlos immediately taking off his helmet and balaclava while Charles kept his on as he crossed the garage to talk to a team member in what seemed to be a rushed tone. The guy he was talking to nodded and Charles high-fived him before making his way to you.

“Come on.” He put out his hand for you to take.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” You reluctantly took a step.

“T’as confiance en moi?” Do you trust me? His voice sounded muffled since he still had his helmet on.

“Bien sûr! Mais, que-“ Of course! But, what- Charles cut you off.

“Do you believe i’m a good driver?“ He asked as someone handed him a plain black race suit and a white helmet.

That’s when it clicked in your mind.

“Oh, fuck no. I’m not getting into that death contraption!” You tried to pull your hand out of his but it was in vain.

“Tu m’as pas repondu. Do you believe i’m a good driver?” You didn’t answer me. He stopped moving and turned towards you.

“I know you’re an amazing driver, but Charles,” you moved closer to him and lowered your voice so no one would hear, “what if the engine blows up or catches on fire? Or the throttle stops working? Or you lose the brakes? Or-“

Charles was laughing.

“Baby, stop overthinking! Just trust me on this one.” He handed you the suit and helmet, “Please, for me? I promise you’ll enjoy it. We won’t go as fast as I normally would.”

For the second time today, you sighed in surrender. You snatched the race gear out of his hands and huffed a “fine” before you started slipping the suit over your clothes.

Even with the helmet on, Charles’ grin was obvious as he helped you secure your own pair of earphones, microphone and finally the helmet under your chin, tightening the strap just enough and making sure it fit you perfectly.

“Perfetto.” He mumbled before he took a step back to make sure the suit was properly covering your body.

“Andiamo.” He gestured to the car with a cheeky smile once he finished inspecting if you were safe enough.

“Shut up.” You mumbled through the thick helmet, finding that it made it a bit harder to breathe and made your head feel slightly heavier.

“Remember, you can always talk to me, love.” He reminded you as a staff member brought a step to the side of the car so you’d be able to get in.

Charles, very meticulous about your safety, helped you into the vehicle and made sure himself to attach your seatbelt and secure you in your seat before getting into his own place up front.

“Charles, wait. Can you hear me? Do you copy?” You started freaking out.

“Yes, love. I copy.” You heard him chuckle, “It will be okay. Just relax and you’ll enjoy it, baby.” His voice startled you since it took you a second to register that you were hearing him through the earpieces.

“Wait, so whatever i can say, you can hear me?” You spoke even if it felt like you were talking to no one.

“Yes, cherie. Don’t worry.” Silence took over for a few seconds before you heard his voice again, “Ready?”

“Um, no?” You stated to obvious, receiving a small laugh from Charles just as the car launched like a missile down the race track.

“Oh my fucking god!” You screamed at how fast you were moving.

“Baby, less screaming please.”

“Charles, I don’t think i’m gonna make it out alive.” Your jaw clenched and you fisted your hands as nerves took over your body.

“Eh, mon amour. I don’t want to hear you say that. I need you to trust that i will always keep you safe, okay?”

You had no doubt in your mind that Charles would never put you in any dangerous position. Quite the opposite actually, he’d go out of his way to protect you from any hazard.

You sighed and relaxed your hands as much as possible, watching as the trees you passed blurred into nothing but green flashes of color.

“I need you to answer me, y/n. Tout vas bien?” Is everything going well? Charles, concerned by your lack of reply insisted.

“Tout vas bien, chéri.” Everything is going well, darling. You reassured, still not fully at ease but your mind had finally registered that it was none other than Charles who was driving you around.

However, your heart had leaped out of chest as he drifted into the first corner and every corner after it.

“Fuck, go slower. Please.” You squeaked.

“Je ne t’ai jamais entendu dire ça.” I’ve never heard you say that. Charles’ laughter filled your ears.

“Pervert on and off track i see.” You found yourself smiling, even if he didn’t diminish the speed at all.

Once you got used to the feeling of the helmet and the tight space of the car as well as seeing everything as nothing but colorful flashes zooming past you, you found yourself actually enjoying the thrill of such absurdly high speeds. The screams during every corner turned into small, barely audible shrieks you’d let out as your breath caught.

The steady sound of the engine made your blood rush and the screeching tired against the asphalt shot electricity through your body.

“I see why you chose to do this for a living.” You blurted out.

“Wait.” Charles dragged on the word, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His smile was practically audible.

“Well, I don’t hate it?” You laughed.

“Brace yourself then.” His tone sounded devilish.

You watched as the car raced down a road that didn’t seem like a part of the main track. Soon enough, a vast circular spread of black asphalt came into view.

“Don’t even think about it, Leclerc!” You warned him through the radio as soon as you understood what he had in mind.

“Relax, baby.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking relax.” The sentence ended with a screech as the car began spinning with the two of you inside of it, your body titling with every move of the vehicle.

“I hate you.” You screamed and heard him laugh in return.

“Feel free to do that but i love you.” You heard him chuckle.

The sound of the tires was so loud and you could faintly smell the burnt rubber as smoke rose from the tires, clouding the air so quickly.

Through the radio, you could hear Charles giggle to himself, clearly enjoying this.

He kept spinning the car for a few more seconds before he stopped it right in the center.

“Are you okay?” You heard him ask.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.” You panted like you’d ran a marathon.

While the car was still stopped, Charles reached behind him, putting out his hand for an awkwardly angled high five.

You hand met his briefly then he gave you a thumbs up and started heading back to the garage, the speed this time not as high.

Once the car was parked, Charles jumped out of it and helped you out. He helped you get rid of the helmet then removed his own before hugging you to his chest.

“Told you i would never hurt you.” He smirked.

You looked up at him with a painfully wide smile, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the thrill of the experience.

“Did the two of you forget we could hear everything?” Someone with headphones over his ears pointed out before you got the chance to reply to Charles, making you blush furiously under the gaze of the many team members.

“You know i love you, right? You didn’t say it back out there on the track.” Charles, after flashing the man a smile, attempted to distract you, his arms still loosely pulling you to him.

“I love you too, idiot. You know that.” You smiled back at him, suddenly not caring about the prying gazes, only caring about him.

[gokartkid]

f1 fic rec list

self indulgent! my personal masterlist of hits, also theres 25 of them... 25 days of fic christmas, an advent calendar perhaps!

turn back and return by @rudesses

“No! We are climbing together,” Charles says, because Charles is very generous. He likes to phrase it that way—together. They haven’t climbed together in years.

charles/alex mountaineering au, SUCH good characterisation, the universe is so full and it has this like. longing-not-going-for-it that makes me crazy. THEE chalex fic to me. it holds tension so well and really makes you feel nervous in the high adrenaline moments, and you can tell the care that charles and alex have for each other, and their well established relationship immediately as the fic starts, which i think is so well communicated in so little time!

phantoms and pencil marks by cazio

Pierre woke to a boy sitting next to his bed. Amnesia AU

pierre/charles, amnesia au where pierres been in a accident and has severe amnesia, its written so well from his perspective you can feel his confusion the whole time and its amazing piarles but also a standout character study of pierre it has so many painful moments, i love how pierre he... is meeting charles again and again, but warped and you can see how painful it is for everyone. so so so good. it takes everything i love about amnesia fics and elevates it

Second Star to the Right by @gufettogrigio

It is stupid of Nico to even give Lewis the chance to notice. The hot water kettle is just a bit too heavy at breakfast one morning and Nico loses his grip. Lewis is next to him at the buffet table of the hotel and catches it out of reflex; Nico knows better than to think it’s kindness. He stares at where Nico’s fingers are still refusing to cooperate. "What happened to your hand?" "Nerves" - Nico answers with a shrug, glad for the double meaning in the English phrasing. It's up to Lewis how he wants to interpret it; Nico didn't lie.

nico rosberg/lewis hamilton but also jenson button/nico rosberg but separately, there are alternate endings.

SOO so so iconic, i have reread this multiple times. mind the tags, but it's an incredible nico character study, everyone in this is amazing but especially toto, this line: [Toto laughs, kindly. “You are my World Champion and I’ve only got two of those. I am invested in your continued survival. Always.”] it is everything to me. nicos mentality about himself, his feelings about racing, about the championship, about lewis. wow!

provenance by ecorone

At the end of the world, art curator Lewis Hamilton finds his way back to the artist called no5.

lewis/sebastian, genuinely like. an incredible work of art fic. it's an apocalypse - non driver - surreal fic. its setting is if the end of the world dinosaur times were happening now, and what to do with all your regrets, and follows lewis as the main character. it has so much depth to it, the writing style itself is incredible. the characterisations, the philosophies, the EVERYTHING. i left an insane comment on it just so i could spill my thoughts out better and i can't do it a second time hahaha but i would so so so highly recommend reading, to be honest even if sewis is not your thing just because. imo it is so much more than just a fic about drivers. also read their other stuff bc i do not like lewis/max as a pairing but i will vouch for ecorones interpretation as being. THEE lewis/max thesis.

echo of the future by @tetrapod7

Lewis, once on the path of the Jedi and now in the midst of the Galactic Empire, learns of the chance to save ancient Jedi texts. Max, a stormtrooper, becomes smuggler Daniel Ricciardo's copilot. They too pursue the Jedi texts -- with the hope of selling them to the Empire.  Their stories collide at the Jedi Temple on Genbara. As the danger of an Imperial Star Fleet looms large, Max, Daniel, Lewis, Seb, and Jamie have to figure out what matters most to them, what they owe to each other, and devise a plan for an unavoidable space battle with the Empire -- a battle for their future and hopes.

lewis/sebastian max&daniel i will like. forever and always be a star wars guy x i read this in one sitting it made me feel insane everything about it is perfect, all of the storylines running at once then colliding. lewis in this especially is EXCEPTIONAL, r0s-c0 made me laugh so hard when i read it. droids 4eva! the particular sw verse this is is built up perfectly there are SO many details here and so much world building it makes me want to eat it. the entire atmosphere is quintissentially star wars, a mission running on hope and a few credits. amazing &lt;3

in that iron ground by @lilyrizzy

"Maxy,” Daniel says and it sounds like he’s choking. Max frowns, deeper. He crouches in front of Daniel, resting his hands on his bare thighs. Daniel is still only wearing the boxers and undershirt he went to sleep in. Nothing’s changed. “Daniel, what is wrong?” Max repeats.  Daniel swallows. I don’t want things to change, he thinks again. “My dad’s dead," he says. Or Daniel takes Max home to Perth for a funeral.

max/daniel incredible scholarship on daniel and max, who they are to each other especially in daniels lowest moment, i love how it... it is the lowest point of daniel that we are seeing which brings out so much depth to his character, and who he is especially behind his like, media/character mask. the characterisation of daniels family, how he struggles to process the grief, the complexities around grief and the consistent running undertone of why-mine-and-not-yours surrounding max and daniels fathers. his internalised homophobia/fear of coming out. amazing

sixteen cadences for children in bloom by distressedgremlin

Pierre flips his cap around and marks it on his calendar: 2021, the year of living selfishly

pierre/charles SUCH A GOOD PIERRE. such a good pierre. he deserves to be selfish and to live selfishly. i think seeing him become so confident is so great in this fic and especially the narrative foils between him, daniil and yuki i love, how he evolves in those relationships, becoming a team leader, becoming someone who HE likes. also obsessed with distressedgremlin's sewis fics. so so so obsessed. the le mans fic is everything to me

constellation falling into place by wraysford

For some reason, the last part is what sticks in Nico’s head, you were quick, in that awed, painfully genuine tone of Lewis’, but, he hastily reminds himself, how fast or slow he was back then doesn’t matter anymore or, wherein Nico goes to university and Lewis races

nico/lewis HEARTBREAKING au to me. nico quits racing and lewis doesn't and they meet again. im obsessed with it as a nico character study and a look inside his strange little brain in this universe... its perfect. the underlying jealous and what-could-have-been in every scene, the way lewis is so. GENUINE about wanting to reconnect with him, it kills me.

tomorrow on every shore by @missyourflight

This season on Below Deck Sailing Yacht... Six weeks. Nine charters. Lots of hot tub stuff. *  “Is it not your colour?” Max says. The production team gave the whole crew new uniforms for this season, swapped their usual navy polos for something that apparently pops more on camera. It’s sort of peachy, not Max’s favourite, but it looks good on Daniel. “Please,” Daniel scoffs. “Everything’s my colour.” He bumps his hip into Max. “You weren’t tempted to go with the skort option?” Max bumps back, pretending to consider. “I thought about it, but it’s just not practical on deck, you know?” “Guests are arriving,” Christian says, his smile tight, eyes fixed ahead. “Could we attempt to act like professionals, please?” And then the guests are on the dock, and everyone puts on smiles to greet them, and it’s almost like a normal charter except for all the fucking cameras everywhere.

max/daniel, below deck au, i read this right after binging below deck med so obvs it was perfect. i love everyones characterisation especially christians. + yuki as the chef is perfect. i love the interview sections paired with whats happening in the fic bc its like... i love an unreliable perspective! fantastic au and they are so 3D fleshed out

striving for goodness while the cruel men win by @misonikomi

Lewis had been at a disadvantage. Cruelty had never been bred into her; she had to learn it one piece at a time. When she first started karting, she had tried to blend in with the other kids, an impossible feat. There had been so much violence even then, in the way the kids looked at her, spoke to her, and touched her. She had to learn that violence as well, in order to win

lewis/sebastian, gender swap au, i think one of the first and only i read because i get a bit nervous about them, but incredible, incredible thesis material. the characterisations of lewis and charles and amazing, how they change and are the same as women. perfect narrative foils for each other. sebastian and lewis' relationship in this is fantastic, how lewis' past with nico has affected her into her relationship with seb but also with f1 in general. suzie is standout in this to me, the woman-woman relationships in general are perfect

december makes me quiet by @warriorbarnes

“Hallo?” he greets, and gets to his feet.  “There is a snow storm,” are the words he’s met with. He’s taken aback at first, the accented english not what he’d expected, and has to recalibrate his brain from german to english.  His brows knit together when he realizes who it is on the other end of the line. “Charles?” he asks. or, right before Christmas, Seb gets an unexpected guest.

sebastian/charles, one of my favourite sebchal fics!!! i think it handles that line between awkwardness and getting to know each other so well. any sebchal fic that has charles being normal around sebastian is immediately inaccurate, we know his complexes! i love to read it... so comforting, being snowed in is THE premise!

lucky thirteen by @azzy421

Being the daughter of the most successful racing driver in the world (retired) comes with a lot of privilege and a few very notable downsides.  1. Dad is famous, and it makes people act weird around him and ask Ayla weird things, like what he eats for breakfast or what deodorant he uses. 2. Sometimes he gets talked into going to Germany for the summer to talk about engines and aerodynamics with Uncle Toto’s team for months on end. And this is only really annoying because - 3. He never, ever wants to talk about racing with Ayla. Ayla, head over heels in love with the world of Formula 1, is determined that she’s going to prove she has what it takes to start karting, even if it means going behind her dad’s back to do it. When she discovers that not only is there a girls-only karting group next to their temporary home in Germany but that it’s being run by four-time World Champion Sebastian Vettel (Ayla’s second-favourite driver of all time) (also retired), she is determined to seize the opportunity with both hands.  And, well. Her dad is lonely. Sebastian seems even lonelier. Solving that problem would be a nice bonus.

lewis/sebastian, i also usually never go for kid fics but this one intrigued me and it is SOOO good. seeing lewis through the lens of his kid, her passion for karting and especially his very, very real fear for her entering that world... so so so realistic and good. it has the exact right amount of self indulgence but also reality, i love seeing the 'future of f1' with mick, lando and george, and how lewis to ayla is still first and foremost her dad. sebastian in this is incredible but also this cannot be prophetic because if he did become an f1 hermit it would make me so sad xx

how to get it, how to live it by grandsprix

Alex wants to say no, because - well, because his ex was a closet case, and Charles is the kind of beautiful Alex is going to feel insecure about, and he has half a tub of strawberry cheesecake Haagen Daaz and a rental of Dune waiting for him at home after his shift, and is that worth giving up to give some French twink a blowjob in the staff bathroom? or, Alex works in a gay bar in Soho, and Charles is lost.

alex/charles, obviously love every grandprix chalex fic, but this is my favourite! i am so charmed and in love with charles' characterisation here, his clumsy confidence and how he is immediately offended by alex not wanting to have sex-sex with him haha also alex's like... slow sense of impending doom at becoming closer to him. perfect

come on, starboy by @yekoc

Daniel’s just slinging his bag over his shoulder to head out to the parking lot when there’s a noise behind him, the hollow metallic echo of a locker door slamming. Turning, he sees that kid. Max. The running back who always fumbles.  He’s standing in front of the locker he just slammed, muscles tense. His too-big mouth is drawn into a flat line. He has his phone in his hand: he looks at it, puts it in his pocket, and grinds his fist against the bank of lockers in front of him.  “Hey,” Daniel says, because he feels creepy now, just looking.  The kid looks up at him, startled.  “Oh,” he says. “Hi.”

max/daniel, obviously like anyone reading this list will have read this or if you haven't you should?? max and daniel are perfect in this actually perfect. it has that... stuck in a small town that you are outgrowing but will you ever be able to stretch. standout to me: the spectre of max's dad. we hardly see him properly but you can tell the impact he is having on max, and by extent on daniel. this is also possibly my favourite lewis, second only to new wave (new emotion). the way he steals the show for me in every scene he is in, his college aspirations, fears for the future, wanting to gone beyond the simplistic perceptions of him... amazing. number 2 yekoc favourite is glory from a high rise but i am only reccing one per author strictly to not make this list insane

the heartbeat is a hunger by @thelittlebirdthatkeptsomanywarm

2019 FORMULA ONE SPORTING REGULATIONS Art. 34: BONDING Teams are required to register all bonds between drivers with the FIA at the beginning of each season. New bonds must be formally recognized through a bonding ceremony under supervision of at least one FIA representative [...]. Art. 34.1 [added on 1.01.1993] Bonds between drivers competing for different teams are prohibited. I'm so unused to being - well, understood perhaps. - Vladimir Nabokov's first letter to his future wife, Véra

lewis/sebastian, lewis/nico, SUCH a good bonding au... a really interesting look into how dystopian something like this could get, and i think a realistic look into how sports is constantly pushing us to the limit so if there were more ways to do so.... they absolutely would take advantage? lewis and nico's relationship is so interesting here, and seb as the trope inversion is SOOO. it is so well executed.

new wave (new emotion) by nothoughtsjustvibes

In which Max realizes he’s in love with Daniel and flies to Colorado to make it Lewis’s problem. Lewis just wants him to leave – preferably on a plane to Australia.

max/daniel lewis&max, my favourite lewis. ever!!!!!! max in this is STELLAR as well, their relationship is so so funny and so well balanced, i mostly love how... lewis deals with AD21 mentally in this? and how he's like urgh max is here? i will be nice. to hey. max is pretty cool :) in a very organic sense and also lewis being a mentor figure when i have 2022 lh superimposed over 2008-2016 menace lh in my mind is very funny. lewis micromanaging max's problems to fix them is my favourite thing, also every small interaction with charles in here is brilliant.

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by @janinaduszejko

Alex remembers attending his first Cabinet meeting - he’d been awed by the imposant room, the history this place held, where wars had been declared, disasters averted and ensured, with its stately inner ring of ministers, surrounded by the bustling outer ring filled with their advisors and assistants. The gratitude he had felt in that moment, being a part of the centre of it all, the place where power housed. Almost six hours later, he’d stumbled out of the stuffy room with George at his side, eyes wide with commiseration as he’d led Alex through the narrow halls.  “These ministers.” Alex had said, a hollow look in his eyes. “Are they all-?” “Afraid so.” George’s voice had been kind, but knowing, like he’d expected this and had grimly prepared himself.  “Halfwits.” Alex had moaned, as George had patted him on the back in sympathy. “Fools and idiots, every last one of them.”

george/alex, so so osos oso os good. i LOVE a political au i love intrigue i love stupidity i love jargon <3 and this baby has it all!!! i love any kind of misunderstanding/torment in a fic and in this one... alex u are so good at torment <3 george also coming up with the weirdest solution to their workplace romance is SO him. christian horner in this made me laugh a lot. this was i think the start of my galex downfall

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by @baking-soda

Max has never been so tired in his life. He can’t believe he’s going into call like this, that he couldn’t get to sleep last night. What an idiot. “Hey,” Daniel says, sauntering into a work room balancing a green smoothie and two large coffees from the caf. He puts one in front of Max. “You ready to save lives, Maxy?”

max/daniel obviously like. titular maxiel material, but i read it again and often! i am not a med student by any means but ive done placements in hospitals + medsci papers and reading this was like. it is exactly the feeling! when ur in it and you are a cog in a very big machine made for helping people and it is the most exhausting thing you have ever done but the most fulfilling... max in this fic is so so so amazing. the dissonance between how he sees himself and everyone else around him sees him. scenes that stick with me: when hes going to text his dad about the intubation but then he deletes everything because he thinks it wasn't impressive even though he had just been riding high. and every scene where he comforts the rookies but he like.. doesn't even realise himself he's doing it. to him he is being normal. love &lt;3

Invent us as we were (real tears, hard love) by diamondcrystalink

“Seb, aren't you freaked out?” Every human who doesn’t work with mimic engineering hates seeing mimics down to their components, it's said to ruin the illusion. Sebastian didn't even hesitate to help him. “Why would I be? It's just you,” Sebastian replied without much thought, his concentration on shaping the lattice to the gash. - Charles is an android who should have had his memory wiped at the start of the season per regulation, Ferrari decided otherwise. Sebastian doesn't know.

sebastian/charles, android-au-i-love-you! illegal ferrari goings on i love you!!! i am forever and always a sci fi lover and this hits all the spots for me, the idea of charles as the golden boy of ferrari because he was literally made crafted and perfected by them, the ethics/philosophies of being an android (charles hating remembering that he is), the way it starts and ends with a dream as well, bookended perfectly. so so good

the alps by @grandprix-ao3

Yuki catches his first glance of Pierre somewhere without him in pre-season testing. He’s blue and pink, he’s glowing, a flat-brimmed cap with Alpine’s A emblazoned on it sitting backwards on his head. Pierre and his sunglasses, the microphones in his face, the questions, the novelty, the half-arrogant grins. “He looks different in pink,” Liam remarks, halfway to a joke. Yuki hates it. It reminds him of all the distance between them, all the words he’s too scared—too late to say. There’s a gap between them, now. It's mountainous. It’s brutal.

yuki/pierre, this is one of my favourite all time yukierre fics so i couldn't not include it. every single thing about it is perfect, yuki struggling with his feelings, the way he and pierre are drawn to each other again and again. the struggle with what people seem to see so easily and making that real. ALL TIME!

cleaner better breed by @toastandvegemite

The lights inside the glass box turned on and Daniel saw the android for the first time. Something hooked in his chest. “Did they have to make it look so real?” he murmured to Michael, turning his head slightly. (RedBull builds a robot driver. They call it Max.)

max/daniel this had me on the edge of my seat the whole time, the idea already of technology displacing high risk/reward activities like sport is so fascinating combined with the fact that sports is such a political tool in terms of soft power, almost unmatched, so how to wield that soft power effectively with a robot? make him a bit human and likeable. all of daniels internal monologues feel so true to form throughout this fic, and the ending. AGH! catch! love this au

Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you by @misonikomi

Charles's eyes scan up and down his body, expression somewhat unimpressed. Seb takes inventory of himself. Nondescript jeans, gray Puma sneakers, plain gray t-shirt. Not much to look at, he admits. Or: Charles is Bella Hadid, if Bella Hadid used to kart and was also a bit disillusioned with modeling, and Seb is still Seb.

sebastian/charles, SUCH A GOOD AU!!! i love fashion and i love f1... this is like a perfect in between. a really really good charles character study again i love taking the drivers out of their... natural habitats! and this as well, it doesn't shy away from how charles in this universe has lead to quitting karting, homophobia, gender etc. and sebastian is so unabashedly seb and them learning how to be together and charles gradually showing more of himself... the modelling world in this as well is so rich. its so good!!!

home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci

On the drive back to the hotel Max had turned to him, blue eyes fierce and piercing.  “Promise me you won’t stop being angry. You’re angry because you know what you can do. Use it, control it, let it fuel you. Other people won’t understand but that doesn’t matter, you know what you’re capable of.” You and me, he’d seemed to say, we’re the same. Charles wonders now how he ever thought Max wouldn’t understand. Or: Charles leaves Ferrari, tries to win a championship, and learns some things about belonging. All the while, Max is there

max/charles, i do not read much lestappen at all but this was amazing. charles moving to red bull and its done so well, because. i am a forza-ferrari-forza-charles guy forever but i am also addicted to alternate universes! all of the moments where there are differences between the teams, having the cheesy but so emotionally cathartic races and interactions and wins... its too good!

For the thrill of it all by @boxboxlewis

Charles unfolds from his headstand with cervine grace and stands up. “Geooooorge,” he says slowly. “George, George… George.” His eyebrows fly up, and he narrows his eyes at Alex. “Your friend who needs a place to stay for a few days, he is George? The George from your classes? That one? Posh George?”

george/alex, this is a series so technically cheating... essential george characterisations here! they are both so british (deeply derogatory) all of the dialogue is so perfect!!! i love their dynamic as flatmates, charles i love you but if i were flatting with him id kill him xx [If this were real, if they were dating, he wouldn’t fuck George, not tonight; he would draw it out, the anticipation, he would allow them the luxury of a long slow discovery. As it is he pulls back] my favourite line because alex is in every universe deluded. that boy loves you!

transmotion by heroics

Vettel's eyes fly to Lewis's, and he looks as shocked as Lewis feels. Then he grins. "You again." "Me again," Lewis says. He's lived in Frankfurt nearly four years now, and the German feels clumsy on his tongue in a way it hasn't since those first few months.

sebastian/lewis, literally what can i say. football, fashion designer au. the sebastian in this fic is so well fleshed out, and i love how its the.. uncertainty of being between stages in life, and how they struggle as adults with their relationship. lewis having moments of unintentional cruelty that they have to pull apart, and sebastian the same, the perils of homophobia in sport. charles and pierre in this i love, when pierre and lewis talk about his fashion show. pierre is a lh fanboy in every universe!

okay. that's it! they are literally in no order and also so muddled i am so sorry. if you are on this list i am such a big fan of you and just want to show my appreciation xx

[mistressemmedi]

Good morning to Europeans who woke up and booked pedicures, to Mattia Binotto STD's results, to Pierre Gasly's fursona, to Princess Charlene of Monaco, to Lewis' deafening silence on Destiel going canon a third time, to the non-motorsport people who followed this blog in the past few weeks and had to keep up with all of this shit, to the boys on the grid who will enjoy their last qualifying ever, to Will Buxton and his oddly shaped balls, to me who has slept for only four hours, and to y'all who are on the 13th consecutive day of making #F1 trend on Tumblr.

And an especially good morning goes to Jack Aitken and Stoffel Vandoorne who are both in their hotel room playing the crappiest version of Gran Turismo on a borrowed PS3.

[sunshinecoastqldnews]

Palou and O'Ward handed FP1 outings with McLaren

IndyCar chargers Alex Palou and Pato O’Ward will make their FP1 Formulation 1 debuts with McLaren within the ultimate races of the 2022 season. Each drivers had been in motion with McLaren final week in Austria on the wheel of the group’s 2021-sepc automotive, the pair having fun with on the Pink Bull Ring their second non-public driver growth take a look at of the 12 months after final month’s observe days in Barcelona. However the Woking-based outfit had but to fulfil its two obligatory younger driver periods for 2022. Palou will roll out first onboard McLaren’s MCL36, the Spaniard changing Daniel Ricciardo within the opening session at subsequent week’s United States Grand Prix in Austin. “I’m so excited to be making my F1 weekend debut,” mentioned the Chip Ganassi Racing driver. “It’s nice to be driving in the US in entrance of followers that will have seen me race in IndyCar. “Having pushed the 2021 McLaren MCL35M in just a few assessments now, I can’t wait to place the MCL36 by means of its paces. I sit up for serving to the group of their preparation for the 2022 United States Grand Prix.” Learn additionally: Norris taking part in ‘the persistence sport’ with McLaren till 2024 As for O’Ward, the Mexican will showcase his expertise in FP1 on the ultimate spherical of the season in Abu Dhabi, the place the 23-year-old examined with McLaren on the finish of final 12 months. “I’m so excited to be making my F1 weekend debut,” mentioned the Arrow McLaren SP charger. “It’s nice to be driving in the US in entrance of followers that will have seen me race in IndyCar. Having pushed the 2021 McLaren MCL35M in just a few assessments now, I can’t wait to place the MCL36 by means of its paces. “I sit up for serving to the group of their preparation for the 2022 United States Grand Prix.” McLaren group principal Andreas Seidl mentioned: “We’re happy to provide Alex and Pato the chance to participate in free follow periods with McLaren. “With Alex’s nice successes in IndyCar, will probably be helpful for the group to get his suggestions on the automotive and for us to proceed to guage him as a driver. “Alex and Pato impressed with their current assessments in Barcelona and Austria and we’re excited to supply them the expertise within the MCL36. “It’s an excellent probability for them to showcase their expertise on Formulation 1’s international stage, the place the main target can be to assist the group put together for the race weekend and never on final lap instances.” Hold updated with all of the F1 information by way of Fb and Twitter The put up Palou and O'Ward handed FP1 outings with McLaren appeared first on F1i.com. Originally published at Sunshine Coast QLD News

[theyknowthatweknow]

Ok, I really need to make this post about the F1 GPs in the middle east, because I've seen the trash side of F1 which is basically max and carlos fans who excuse their trashy behaviour, especially the trashy max fans who are cussing people out who are crying about 'wokeism' but trying to get on their high horses about the Saudi and Qatar gps, even though they've stayed silent when their faves and fellow fandom have been racist.

Let me start by saying that all the concerns about Saudi Arabia's human rights issues are very valid and as a muslim who has muslim families and friends, we've talked about the human rights issues in length in Saudi Arabia. That is all valid and should be talked about. What we aren't going to do is pretend that its only the middle eastern countries who have all these issues.

There's been gps held in Britain and America - 2 countries which still continue to commit war crimes by destroying middle eastern countries like Iraq and Afghanistan and Syria and for decades have killed thousands of civilians. There's also the horrific treatment of refugees and the systematic racism that is still happening in both those countries. To add to that, women are fighting for abortion rights and LGBT people are also still fighting for their rights in America.

We also have countries like Hungrary and Russia where these gps have been held where there are the same issues regarding women's abortion rights and anti LGBT legislation. Its also where so much racism is taking place too. Italy has so many far right politicians who have created so much harmful legislation for minorities too. There's also the rampant racism we've seen from both F1 and football fans in countries like Spain and the Netherlands.

If you want to look at non western countries, we have China who are keeping muslims in concentration camps and it was also in Brazil where the leader of the country is far right and was endorsed by the leader of the kkk. Mexico is also going through a crisis of how their women are treated and the indigenous people of Canada are fighting for their lives. And there are many other human rights violations the leaders of those countries have done and legislations they've done to discriminate against women and minorities.

So those people I mentioned at the beginning of this can't go on their high horses saying they're going to boycott the saudi race or call out people for 'wokeness' when for years there's already been all these countries which have and still are committing all these human rights abuses and discriminating against people. We can't just act like this is an issue only in the middle east when we are getting these problems in the rest of the world too and not protesting about the races held in these countries