#nhl x f1

[andreisvechnikov]

Pyotr Kochetkov: big F1 fan.

[cowboybarzy]

posting this again bc I finally have a title & release date lol

SEE IT WITH THE LIGHTS OUT

coming august 11th

friends to lovers

hockey x f1 (mat barzal, lando norris)

4 part limited series based on the song ‘you’re in love’ by taylor swift

insta edits accompanying every part

teaser:

TSN NEWS

Sports Worlds Collide as NHL New York Islanders Mathew Barzal Makes Appearance at Formula One Monaco Grand Prix

The Islanders forward whose season just came to an end made his first appearance at the Monaco Grand Prix alongside his longtime friend, (y/n) (y/l/n), who is in a relationship with McLaren race driver Lando Norris. Barzal got the full experience from walking the track, meeting the drivers, and watching the race from the McLaren garage. The hockey star has been enjoying his summer break and birthday thoroughly in the streets and clubs of Monaco.

[babyhuggy]

guys my worlds have collided at the canadian gp

[theemporium]

you have been invited to cece's smutober event! pick a day and dive right in. but be warned of the spooky surprises you may encounter.

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day one: steve harrington + dry humping day two: lando norris + phone sex day three: james potter + erotica day four: quinn hughes + car sex day five: charlos + free use day six: theo nott + humiliation day seven: dando + blindfold day eight: remus lupin + chocolate day nine: max verstappen + somnophilia day ten: luke hughes + cockwarming day eleven: lestappen + objectification day twelve: eddie munson + squirting day thirteen: poly!marauders + orgasm control day fourteen: daniel ricciardo + first time day fifteen: harry styles + filming day sixteen: jack hughes + thigh riding day seventeen: sebastian vettel + corruption day eighteen: steve harrington + breeding kink day nineteen: wolfstar + sex pollen day twenty: charles leclerc + aphrodisiac day twenty-one: sirius black + semi-public sex day twenty-two: carlando + seduction day twenty-three: trevor zegras + overstimulation day twenty-four: norstappen + mile high club day twenty-five: steddie + cuckholding day twenty-six: charlando + tit-fucking day twenty-seven: eddie munson + mastrubation day twenty-eight: maxiel + heat day twenty-nine: jack hughes and trevor zegras + intoxication day thirty: carlos sainz + manhandling day thirty-one: steddie + wet dream

.

logging off...

[be4chywritez]

aim for the heart (not the nose) | luke hughes

luke hughes x fem!reader

(I had like three request for a part two)

Luke musters up the courage and shoot his shot and he semi-misses?

part one!

beachy’s masterlist🐚

requests are open!

The sun was high, warm and golden, stretching lazily across the neighborhood. A slight breeze carried the scent of fresh-cut grass and sunscreen, rustling the pages of the book in your hands as you sat curled up on the porch swing.

You hadn’t meant to stay outside this long, but there was something about the way the afternoon felt—slow, soft—that made it impossible to leave. The heat wrapped around you, seeping into your skin, and the distant sounds of summer—birds chirping, the occasional lawn mower, kids laughing down the street—blurred into the background as you lost yourself in the words on the page.

Your legs were stretched out in front of you, bare and golden from the sun, shifting slightly with the gentle motion of the swing. You were wearing something light—an old tank top that hung loose on one shoulder, soft cotton shorts that rode up just enough to tease the smooth line of your thigh. The kind of outfit that was effortless, comfortable. The kind that made you feel at home in your own skin.

And across the driveway, Luke was absolutely done for.

He’d come outside to shoot pucks, but the second his eyes landed on you, his focus shattered.

You weren’t even doing anything. Just sitting there, your lips slightly parted as you turned the page, completely absorbed in whatever world you’d fallen into. But there was something about the way you looked right then—sun-drenched, relaxed, utterly unaware of the way his stomach had just flipped—that knocked the wind out of him.

He dragged a hand through his damp hair, willing himself to look away, but his eyes betrayed him. They traced the curve of your bare shoulder, the way your fingers absentmindedly twirled a loose strand of hair, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you sighed at whatever your book had just put you through.

And then—as if the universe were actually out to get him—you shifted, stretching slightly, your top slipping just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the delicate strap of your bra.

Luke swallowed hard.

Oh, fuck.

You must have felt his stare, because you looked up, eyes meeting his from across the driveway.

He barely had time to school his expression before you smirked. “Can I help you?”

Luke blinked. Say something normal.

“Uh—no.” Jesus Christ.

Your smirk widened, teasing. “Didn’t know you were into staring.”

He scoffed, trying to regain some dignity. “I wasn’t staring.”

You hummed, clearly unconvinced, before tilting your book slightly. “Then you wouldn’t be interested in what I’m reading.”

Luke squinted. “You don’t know that.”

“It’s a romance novel.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Okay, maybe you do know that.”

You laughed, the sound warm and light, curling around him in a way that made his chest feel too tight.

Luke was still looking at you.

Or, more accurately, he was trying not to look at you, which only made it more obvious. He shifted awkwardly, adjusting his grip on his hockey stick, eyes flickering between you and some imaginary point in the distance.

You raised an eyebrow. “Something on your mind, Hughes?”

Luke cleared his throat. “Uh… you going to the barbecue later?”

You grinned. “I don’t know… I’ll have to check my schedule.”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Yeah, cool.”

You smirked, standing up from the swing and stretching just enough to make his gaze flicker—quick, fleeting, but not unnoticed.

“See you later, Luke.”

And with that, you disappeared inside, leaving him standing there, heart pounding for absolutely no good reason.

The barbecue was already in full swing by the time you stepped into the Hughes’ backyard.

The smell of grilled burgers and summer air hung in the backyard, mingling with the sounds of laughter and clinking bottles. The Hughes had invited a handful of neighbors, which meant more people than usual—but you didn’t mind. The night was warm, the string lights draped across the patio glowed soft and golden, and for the first time in a while, it really felt like summer.

And, judging by the way Luke Hughes nearly dropped his drink when he saw you, you’d made quite the entrance. Well in his mind.

Your dress was light and effortless, the soft fabric catching the breeze as you stepped onto the patio. It wasn’t anything flashy—just a simple summer dress that hugged your frame in all the right places, skimming the tops of your thighs and dipping just low enough at the neckline to turn heads. The golden hour glow kissed your skin, and as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you barely registered the way Luke’s jaw clenched from across the yard.

Unfortunately for him, you didn’t make it two steps before the elder neighbors descended.

“Oh my goodness, is that you?”

You barely had time to turn before Mrs. Callahan, who had lived two doors down for as long as you could remember, grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly. Her eyes, warm and knowing, raked over you with a grandmotherly mix of approval and nostalgia.

“Look at you, sweetheart! College has been good to you,” she gushed, giving your hands a firm pat.

Mr. Donahue chuckled, shaking his head. “You left as a kid and came back all grown up. How’s school treating you?”

That was all it took. Within moments, you were caught—pulled into conversation after conversation with the neighborhood’s elders, answering questions about your classes, your plans, whether you had a nice young man in your life (to which Mrs. Callahan wiggled her brows), and how your parents were handling the empty nest.

You smiled, laughed, answered as best you could, but you could feel yourself slowly getting swallowed whole. You glanced around for an escape route, and just as Mrs. Callahan launched into a story about knowing you as a toddler, a new voice cut in.

“There you are. I was starting to think I’d have to come rescue you.”

Nathaniel.

He slid into the space beside you with practiced ease, his grin boyish and just a little too confident. He was older, more sure of himself in a way that was both charming and just slightly overbearing. And if his hand brushed against your lower back as he leaned in to say hello—well. You weren’t sure if it was on purpose, but the way his fingers lingered made you think it was.

You barely had a second to react before he smoothly turned to Mrs. Callahan and Mr. Donahue, flashing them a dazzling smile. “Hope you don’t mind if I steal her away,” he said, his tone easy, like he already knew the answer.

Mrs. Callahan, of course, beamed. “Oh, of course not! It’s good to see young people reconnecting.”

Mr. Donahue nodded, eyes twinkling. “Go on, kid. We’ll catch up later.”

And just like that, you were being guided away, Nathaniel’s hand hovering just barely against your waist, his presence pressing in close as he led you toward the drink table.

Nathaniel guided you toward the drink table with the kind of easy confidence that told you he was used to getting what he wanted. His hand brushed against your waist—light, deliberate, just enough to make it clear he wanted you to notice.

“You look good,” he said, reaching for a beer and twisting off the cap with one smooth motion. His eyes flicked over you, slow and appraising, before he handed you a soda. “Better than good, actually. I didn’t think you could outdo the whole porch swing look, but damn.”

You rolled your eyes, accepting the drink but not his flirtation. “Glad to know I have your approval.”

Nathaniel smirked, undeterred. “Just calling it like I see it.” He took a sip of his drink, leaning in slightly. “You know, I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to go for a walk or something. Catch up, just us.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Just us?”

He grinned. “Well, I’d say just you and me, but that would be redundant.”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re still standing here.”

You shot him a look, but before you could respond, he tilted his head slightly, eyes flickering over your shoulder toward the other side of the yard.

“Not that I mind, but I gotta say…” His voice dropped, teasing. “Luke Hughes has not stopped staring at you all night.”

You tensed, but forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, cracking open your drink like you hadn’t heard him. “Oh yeah?”

Nathaniel hummed. “Yeah. I mean, he was staring earlier, too, when you were all curled up on the porch. Thought maybe you’d noticed.”

You had.

But you just shrugged. “He’s probably just zoning out or something.”

Nathaniel scoffed, amused. “Yeah, sure. Or he’s been making heart eyes at you all night and is about two seconds away from losing his mind.”

Before you could respond, a new voice cut in—louder, slightly panicked.

“Mom needs you in the kitchen.”

You turned just in time to see Luke striding over, his expression set with forced nonchalance, though the way his hand curled around your wrist was anything but casual.

Nathaniel frowned. “Wait, what—”

“No time,” Luke blurted, already tugging you away. “Super important. Immediate.”

Nathaniel’s confusion deepened. “But I thought your mom—”

“Big family emergency,” Jack chimed in, grinning.

“Yeah, huge,” Quinn added, smirking as he casually took a sip of his drink.

Nathaniel glanced between them, clearly skeptical. “Didn’t realize making burgers was a two-person job.”

Jim, who had been standing nearby with a beer in hand, looked up at the mention of food. “What? No, I’ve got the grill covered—”

Ellen appeared from the patio, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Everything okay?”

Luke shot her a desperate look. “Mom—uh, didn’t you say you needed help in the kitchen?”

Ellen’s eyes darted between you, Luke, and the way he was all but dragging you away. Her mouth twitched like she was holding back a smile.

“Oh, yes,” she said smoothly, catching on immediately. “Very urgent.”

Jim blinked. “Since when—”

Ellen shot him a pointed look.

Jim wisely took a sip of his beer. “Right. Very urgent.”

Nathaniel sighed, clearly realizing he’d lost whatever this was. He sent you a knowing smirk. “Guess I’ll see you later?”

Luke barely gave you a chance to process before he dragged you inside, past the actual kitchen, straight to the pantry. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you both in the tight space.

The air was instantly heavier.

Shelves lined the small room, stocked with snacks and spices, but all you could focus on was Luke—standing way too close, his breath uneven, eyes flickering over your face like he was still trying to work up the courage to speak.

You swallowed. “Luke, what the hell was that?”

His jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

And then, all at once, he exhaled. “I like you.”

The words tumbled out, raw, unfiltered.

Your breath hitched. “You—”

“I like you,” he repeated, softer now, but just as desperate. “And I know it’s probably really obvious, and I definitely just made a complete idiot out of myself, but I had to—I couldn’t just—”

He was flustered, rambling, but it didn’t matter. Not when he was looking at you like that—like he’d been holding this in for way too long and didn’t know what to do with himself anymore.

You opened your mouth, maybe to say something, maybe to call him an idiot for waiting this long—

But then Luke moved.

One second, he was standing there, nervous and restless. The next, his hands were on your waist, fingertips pressing into the thin fabric of your dress like he was trying to ground himself. Your back bumped against the shelf behind you, and suddenly, there was nowhere to go.

Not with him this close. Not with the heat radiating off him, his chest rising and falling just a little too fast.

His gaze dipped to your lips.

Your pulse stuttered.

“Luke—”

Then he kissed you.

Or—tried to.

Because instead of a smooth, movie-worthy moment, his forehead smacked against your nose with an embarrassingly loud thunk.

“Shit,” you hissed, recoiling.

Luke instantly jerked back, horror flashing across his face. “Oh my god—are you okay? Holy shit, I didn’t—”

You pressed your fingers to your nose, wincing. “Jesus, Hughes.”

“I swear to god, I didn’t mean—” He ran both hands through his hair, panicked. “Oh my god, I just confessed and then immediately injured you, I—”

You let out a breathless laugh, half in disbelief, half because—god, only Luke would turn a moment like this into absolute chaos.

“Luke,” you murmured, looking up at him.

He was still frozen, wide-eyed, mouth slightly parted like he was bracing for you to push him away.

Instead, you grabbed the front of his t-shirt and yanked him back in.

He barely had time to gasp before your lips found his—firm, insistent, right.

Luke made a quiet, startled noise against your mouth before he melted into it, his hands sliding from your waist to your hips, fingertips pressing just a little harder, a little more sure. You could feel his heart racing—maybe as fast as yours—and when he tilted his head just enough to deepen the kiss, you sighed into him, feeling the tension between you snap and unravel all at once.

This time, there were no misfires. No awkward collisions. Just the warmth of his mouth on yours, the way he tasted like whatever beer he’d abandoned outside, the way his fingers curled into the fabric of your dress like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

Luke’s hands were sliding down your waist, his fingers teasing the hem of your dress, when—

The pantry door swung open.

“Well, well, well.”

Luke froze.

You froze.

Quinn stood in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, a very unimpressed expression on his face. He reached past Luke, completely unfazed, grabbed a bag of chips from the shelf, and then turned back to you both.

Luke still hadn’t moved. You could feel the heat radiating off him, like if he just stayed perfectly still, maybe Quinn would forget what he just saw.

Spoiler: He wouldn’t.

Quinn popped open the bag with zero urgency. “I mean, I knew something was going on,” he mused, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. “But wow. The pantry? Really?”

From somewhere behind him, Jack’s voice rang out. “Wait—what’s happening in the pantry?”

Luke groaned, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.

You, on the other hand, just sighed. “Do you guys ever mind your own business?”

Quinn smirked. “Not when it’s this funny.”

Luke finally lifted his head, shooting his brother a murderous look. “Get out.”

“Gladly.” Quinn gave you both a knowing look before stepping back, calling over his shoulder, “Hey, Jack! You owe me twenty bucks!”

Luke whipped around. “WHAT?”

But Quinn was already disappearing, laughing to himself, and before Luke could fully combust, you grabbed his wrist, yanking him back toward you.

“Hey,” you murmured, grinning. “At least now we don’t have to keep it a secret.”

Luke exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. Sure. Great.”

Then, grumbling, he kissed you again—just to make a point.

Luke’s hands were sliding down your waist, his fingers teasing the hem of your dress, when—

The pantry door swung open.

“Well, well, well.”

Luke froze.

You froze.

Quinn stood in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, a very unimpressed expression on his face. He reached past Luke, completely unfazed, grabbed a bag of chips from the shelf, and then turned back to you both.

Luke still hadn’t moved. You could feel the heat radiating off him, like if he just stayed perfectly still, maybe Quinn would forget what he just saw.

Spoiler: He wouldn’t.

Quinn popped open the bag with zero urgency. “I mean, I knew something was going on,” he mused, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. “But wow. The pantry? Really?”

From somewhere behind him, Jack’s voice rang out. “Wait—what’s happening in the pantry?”

Luke groaned, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.

You, on the other hand, just sighed. “Do you guys ever mind your own business?”

Quinn smirked. “Not when it’s this funny.”

Luke finally lifted his head, shooting his brother a murderous look. “Get out.”

“Gladly.” Quinn gave you both a knowing look before stepping back, calling over his shoulder, “Hey, Jack! You owe me twenty bucks!”

Luke whipped around. “WHAT?”

But Quinn was already disappearing, laughing to himself, and before Luke could fully combust, you grabbed his wrist, yanking him back toward you.

“Hey,” you murmured, grinning. “At least now we don’t have to keep it a secret.”

Luke exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. Sure. Great.”

Then, grumbling, he kissed you again—just to make a point.

Luke was nervous.

You could tell—the way he kept glancing at you across the table, tapping his fingers against his glass like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands.

You found it endearing.

“Relax, Hughes,” you teased, sipping your drink. “You’re acting like this is our first time hanging out.”

Luke scoffed. “I know it’s not. But it’s the first time like this.”

Like this.

Like an actual date.

It had taken him a week to build up the courage to ask you out—an entire week of stolen glances, late-night texts, and Jack’s relentless teasing—but when he finally did, stammering through the words while you tried (and failed) not to laugh at his awkwardness, you’d just smiled and said, “Took you long enough.”

Now, sitting across from him, watching him try so hard to play it cool, you couldn’t help but fall just a little harder.

“Luke.” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand. “I like you, remember?”

His shoulders relaxed. His lips twitched into that stupid, sheepish grin. “Yeah, yeah.”

You smirked. “So stop overthinking it and kiss me.”

Luke blinked. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

He glanced around—because of course he did—but before he could argue, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in.

And just like that, all of Luke’s nervous energy melted away.

Because kissing you? That, he knew how to do.

And this time, he didn’t even hit your nose.

[uluvjay]

•𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐉𝐀𝐘’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍•

| DAY 1 | Matt Rempe- Size Kink

| DAY 2 | Jenson Button & Sebastian Vettel- Age Gap

| DAY 3 | Kirby Dach- Choking

| DAY 4 | Daniel Ricciardo- Mirror Sex

| DAY 5 | Mason McTavish & Jamie Drysdale- Threesome

| DAY 6 | Carlos Sainz- Breeding Kink

| DAY 7 | Quinn Hughes- Face Sitting

| DAY 8 | Oscar Piastri- Dom/Sub

| DAY 9 | Arber Xhekaj- Praise

| DAY 10 | Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, & Carlos Sainz x reader- SixSome

[isaadore]

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS ✷ EVENT

it’s officially november, which means christmas is near! to celebrate, i will be accepting holiday requests until christmas! the steps to request are simple; see below!

note all requests will be based on the song you chose, but with a focus on the lyrics! keep in mind that if you have a song or lyric that is not listed here, please let me know in the req and i’ll see what i can do <3

STEPS

01. choose a song

02. choose a lyric(s)

03. choose any athlete

04. add details

example ⭐️ + lyric #2 + cole sillinger + fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

SONGS

❄️ SANTA TELL ME ariana grande

“…i’m avoiding every mistletoe until i know…”

“…fell in love on christmas night…”

“…be my fire in the cold…”

🎄 ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU mariah carey

“…i don’t care about the presents underneath the christmas tree…”

“…i just want you for my own…”

“…i’m just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe…”

🎅🏻 LAST CHRISTMAS wham!

“…last christmas i gave you my heart…”

“…i keep my distance but you still catch my eye…”

“…i’m hiding from you and your soul of ice…”

⭐️ MISTLETOE justin bieber

“…but i can’t stop staring at your face…”

“…with you, under the mistletoe…”

“…the way i followed my heart…”

🦌 UNDERNEATH THE TREE kelly clarkson

“…you’re all that i need…”

“…christmas was cold and grey…”

“…a love that’s meant for me…”

⛸️ BABY PLEASE COME HOME mariah carey

“…you should be here with me…”

“…’cause i remember when you were here…”

JINGLES

01. everything you’ve wanted — nico hischier

02. last christmas — carlos sainz

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ MAIN MASTERLIST ✷ GUIDELINES

TAGGING SOME MUTUALS: @hugleclerc @hhughes @theyluvkarolina @iamred-iamyellow @hischierswhore

[denmeetssports]

i think that Oscar Piastri and Connor Bedard are brothers in another universe. 🤨

or maybe he just has a lot of doppelgängers haha

[imnameimswrld]

╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 || 𝗠𝗩𝟭, 𝗩𝗗𝟮𝟵, 𝗥𝗛 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . maxverstappen x vincedunn x renhiramoto x vettel!model!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : world famous model y/n vettel celebrates her birthday and the internet blows up when 3 of the hottest sportsmen post about her, their princess ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . smau, poly relationship ❫

━━ ❪ . . . warnings : language ❫

━━ ❪ . . . fc: gigi hadid ❫

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[ caption for all: our bday princess 💗 ]

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ynusername what a birthday weekend I had ! spent it with my special friends, my amazing boys, and some damn good dinner 💗. thank you for the stellar weather monaco, a huge congrats to my maxie on p1, and GO SEATTLE KRACKENS 3-0 !!!! 🏆

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user MOTHER SLAYS ONCE MORE.

user yn and seb were so cute at the race omg the way she was hugging him and squishing their cheeks together 😭

user I genuinely wonder what seb's reaction was to his little sis telling him she has not one, but THREE bfs.

⤿ sebastianvettel i fainted.

⤿ maxverstappen1 ah, good times

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user miss girl has a f1 champion, a nhl player, a mma fighter, AND is the younger sister of a former f1 word champion – god has favourites.

user yeah, god, it's ME AGAIN.

user couple of the century idc what anyone says.

zendaya what a weekend indeed omg 😻

⤿ ynusername miss our midnight adventures already 🤭😫

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⤿ kendalljenner we gotta plan another girls weekend – but boy-free this time !!

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⤿ vincedunn hey, I can be one of the girls.

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user did ya'll see the videos of them in the restaurant ?? 😫😫

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⤿ user yn gets to kiss these three everyday... are you guys looking for a 5th party to your relationship ? I volunteer 🙂 !

user bye they're so cute omfg.

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vincedunn life's been pretty perfect lately 💌

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user crying on the highway.

ynusername you three are the perfect ones 🥰

⤿ vincedunn don't start with me baby

⤿ ren__k1 I will headlock you again, and you know know it.

⤿ ynusername I do know it, and I'm waiting.

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user OH- mother is bold damn

user yn wearing his jersey 🥺

user them>>> the world.

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maxverstappen1 loving this little life of mine :)

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sebastianvettel not ren and vince suffocating my sister

⤿ ynusername I'm alive seb

⤿ sebastianvettel are you though ? are you really ? cause girl, you manage three hotheads, and I don't know how you do it.

⤿ ren__k1 honestly don't know how she does it either seb, but I'm not complaining.

user seb being concerned for yn having the bfs she does is weirdly hilarious to me

user I pray for anyone idiot who ever tries to cross yn honestly

user one look in yn's direction and i bet they pounce.

⤿ ynusername I can confirm this statement.

⤿ zendaya scariest shit I've ever seen in ma life.

⤿ landonorris I'm a victim.

⤿vincedunn I APOLOGIZED for that lando, I didn't know you at the time !

⤿ landonorris and yet, I can still feel the remnants of the fire of your gaze burning into my head.

⤿ maxverstappen1 my god you're dramatic.

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ren__k1 この人生にとても満足しています

[ trans: so happy with this life ]

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ynusername aishitemasu 💗

⤿ ren__k1 watashi wa anata o motto aishiteimasu purinsesu 💗

user ya'll I saw them at the pride parade yesterday and I CRIED they're so sweet and I was able to get a picture with them 🤧

⤿ user the way they tools turns carrying her on their backs was so cute pls

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⤿ ynusername 🏳️‍🌈🤘

⤿ user QUEEN !

vincedunn ren, will u come stream with me please ?

⤿ ren__k1 isn't it max's turn ?

⤿ maxverstappen1 nu-uh, I streamed with him last week.

⤿ vincedunn and max, I love you, but you talk too much and you keep telling me what to do in MY game.

⤿ maxverstappen1 you literally told me you loved having me ??? two-faced. you even said ren is too quiet and broody.

⤿ ren__k1 because I hate streaming and vince KNOWS that.

⤿ ynusername boys.

⤿ vincedunn sorry.

⤿ maxverstappen1 sorry.

⤿ ren__k1 gomen.

⤿ ynusername so who's turn is it to stream with v ?

⤿ ren__k1 ...mine

⤿ ynusername and, are you going to ?

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user damn.

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[cailinsblog]

😻MASTERLIST😻

These are the teams I have written for so far💕💕

Request open

Reblogs are heavily appreciated 

NHL

New Jersey devils

Montreal Canadians

Vancouver

Florida panthers

Blackhawks

New York rangers

columbus blue jackets

Colorado Avalanche

Philadelphia Flyers 

Utah hockey club

Michigan

San Jose

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Formal one

McLaren

Ferrari

Red bull

[andreisvechnikov]

marner_93 🏁Canadian Grand Prix Weekend 🏁

[wintfleur]

𝓗AUNTING ME ⊹ au masterlist

━━━ ❛ i know if I’m haunting you, you just be haunting me

🍂 ━━━ 𝓳ulie 𝓵eclerc the only female f1 driver, 𝓸ne world championship winner, world renowned superstar 𝓯alls in love with best friends 𝓆uinn hughes and 𝓂at barzal becoming the worlds most 𝓯amous throuple

pairing 𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗓𝖺𝗅 𝗑 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌

∿ ABOUT OUR GIRL !

Juliette’s profile

her discography (coming soon)

∿ HER RELATIONSHIPS !

her with mat and quinn

her with her brothers

mat & quinn’s relationship with her family

her with her besties (coming soon)

∿ BLURBS !

Lights, camera, acción!

It’s not living if it’s not with you ( headcanons )

∿ FICS !

∿ SOCIAL MEDIA AUS !

a nonsense christmas

∿ ASKS !

Juliette’s famous ex’s

more background on the couple

Juliette at the playoffs

long distance thoughts

cuddle thoughts

mat and quinn at her races

their favorite types of dates

nicknames

favorite short n’ sweet songs

∿ MOODBOARDS !

Juliette mb

∿ SMUTTY THOUGHTS !

roro’s note. THE BIG THREE ‼️ feel free to send in as many asks as you want, I love my little throuple!! please send an ask or comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

you can find everything for the AU under #🍂 ͡ ꒱ Juliette Leclerc

˖ ་ taglist : @cixrosie @toasttt11 @lovings4turn

©️WINTFLEUR ; you can't copy, translate, reproduce, repost my fic, use my plot or layout.

[nicohischierz]

fast cars: oscar piastri

tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hischif you want to join the taglist let me know!!

jack, trevor and cole navigated their way through the paddock in montreal once again. however this time, you were joining them for the weekend.

"wait we're only allowed inside one garage this weekend?" trevor asked as you walked past the motorhomes.

you led the crew towards the mclaren motorhome as the three boys took in their surroundings. this was not what they experienced last time they were here.

this all happened when your teammate mentioned being at the race with his friends, you mentioned also going and managed to pull some strings into getting passes.

"trev, we're lucky we're allowed inside a garage," cole muttered.

you halted before the garage and turned to all three guys. "rules for the weekend. no switching teams, if you don't want to wear papaya then wear a different colour. be respectful to the drivers and their cars, think of them as if someone's trying to touch your sticks before a game".

the boys thought you were done and were about to enter the garage when you stopped them one last time. "and finally, have fun this weekend," you concluded.

the three hockey players gave each other confused looks before following after you.

one of the mechanics noticed you first and waved before gesturing to where your boyfriend was. you smiled, thanked them and headed off in the direction they pointed at.

jack, trevor and cole waited at the back as they saw you approach lando and oscar. the first three were confused as to how settled you felt in the environment.

"do you think she works here over the summers?" trevor asked. jack side-eyed his best friend before rolling his eyes. "that wouldn't make sense z cause then how does she train," he answered, playing along.

trevor nodded in understanding before watching as lando came over to give you a hug. "I bet she's dating that one," jack pointed to the standing brit.

cole and trevor scoffed. "what makes you think that?" cole asked.

"how else would she get these amazing tickets," jack pointed out in a duh tone.

the three boys argued over who you could be dating as you caught up with lando. they shut up quickly when they noticed you walking over to them.

"jack, trevor and cole, this is lando norris. lando this is my teammate jack and his friends trevor and cole," you introduced them.

the boys shook hands with each other and started with a small conversation when a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and lifted you up.

you shrieked before turning around to hug your boyfriend. oscar wasted no time in placing his lips on yours in a soft kiss before resting his forehead on yours.

"i have missed you so much," he muttered.

you nodded "i missed you to osc,"

the two of you were made aware of your fellow companions when lando began clearing his throat. "I definitely did not miss that," he grumbled.

you stuck your tongue at him and turned to your other friends. "oscar this is my teammate jack and his friends cole and trevor. guys, this is my boyfriend oscar,"

“does that mean all your trips to europe have been for him?” jack asked.

you nodded and leaned into your boyfriend. “oscar and i barely get to see each other with our conflicting schedules so when he’s on break he’s been down to see our game and when i’m off i go see his races,” you explained.

jack nodded and then gasped. “is that why you didn’t want to host thanksgiving! it wasn’t cause you were sick it’s cause you were holed with your boyfriend!” he exclaimed.

you blushed and nodded as oscar kissed your head.

“i’ve got to go love but i’ll see you and the guys for dinner with logan and lando,” oscar bid farewell.

“i cant believe you’re dating a racing driver,” trevor mumbled. you smiled at the boy, turning to watch as oscar drove onto the track.

[heartsaturn]

✶ ᶻz .ᐟ — SARA’S FICMAS COUNTDOWN

event dates — start date : dec. 5 / end date : dec. 25

fics will be released every other day until christmas (dec. 25) , which means there will be eleven days total

masterlist :

DAY 1 | decorating the christmas tree - nico hischier

DAY 2 | christmas movie marathon - will smith

DAY 3 | throwing snowballs at each other - jack hughes

DAY 4 | telling your boyfriend that you signed both of you up for caroling - quinn hughes

DAY 5 | learning how to ice skate - connor bedard

DAY 6 | warming up by the fire - charles leclerc

DAY 7 | ugly christmas sweaters - lando norris

DAY 8 | making gingerbread houses - alex albon

DAY 9 | underneath the mistletoe - max verstappen

DAY 10 | last minute christmas shopping - ollie bearman

DAY 11 | christmas morning - oscar piastri

i hope everyone enjoys the event and has a merry christmas 🎄

[theemporium]

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[be4chywritez]

Nico Hishier dating Mercedes F1 driver. The reader just won her first championship title and Nico is supportive towards reader.

omg i literally love f1 x nhl sm🙃

Winner takes it all | nico hischier

nico hischier x driver!reader

You win your first world championship and Nico is there to support you.

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requests are open!

Nico paced around the Mercedes garage, his heart pounding in rhythm with the revving engines. His eyes were fixed on the screen, where the sleek black Mercedes navigated the twists and turns of the circuit with caution. Through the headphones, he heard your voice, loud and stressed.

"How's the gap?" Your frustration was palpable, and Nico's nerves only made it worse as he waited for a reply from your engineer.

"Keep pushing, going full throttle this lap, Verstappen is closing in," came the calm response.

Nico's breath caught in his throat as he watched the screen, his mind racing with worry. He hadn't felt this nervous since the day he met you.

It was a charity event hosted by a major sports foundation, bringing together athletes from various disciplines to raise funds for children's hospitals. Nico, representing the NHL, and you, a rising star in Formula 1, were both invited to participate in a panel discussion about the importance of sports in youth development.

Nico had heard about you before—your rapid ascent in the male-dominated world of F1 was making waves. He was intrigued to meet you in person.

As you smoothed out your dress, a mic tech handed you a mic. You thanked him and looked up, catching Nico's gaze. You offered him a smile, and his heart skipped a beat as you walked towards him.

"Hi, very nice to meet you. I'm Y/n," you said, your voice soft and inviting.

"Hello, I'm Nico. Nice to meet you too," he replied, trying to keep his composure despite the flutter in his chest.

Before you could say anything else, you were both ushered onto the panel.

The panel went amazingly well. You and Nico complemented each other perfectly.

"That was nice," you said as you walked to your cars. "We should hang out without, y'know, the panel."

Nico nodded, his heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the Monster he had just drank. "I'd like that. Maybe you should come to a hockey game?"

"I'd love that," you replied with a smile. "And maybe you can come to a Grand Prix?"

"Deal," he said, grinning. "It's a date."

The rest was history; you and Nico started dating a few months later. You came out to his games, and he attended your races, always finding time for each other.

Now, Nico stood there, watching your car drive its last lap, his lip between his teeth.

The camera panned to Nico. "There's Nico Hischier, Y/n's partner, looking quite stressed." Nico cupped his mouth with his hands, rubbing his face. "C'mon, baby, bring it home, c'mon," he whispered.

Sweat clouded your vision. One lap to go, and it was decided. You and Max had been fighting for this, and the points were extremely close. All you heard was your heart beating in your ears. You looked at your mirrors, Verstappen close behind you. You kept pushing. You reached the last turn; this was it. Verstappen tried to overtake, and for a second, you thought he did. You let out a strangled grunt, pushing harder. You got ahead by an inch, and then, all of a sudden, it went quiet.

You felt your car soar through the finish line, and you blinked, tears immediately fogging your vision. You could feel the rumble of the stands from cheering.

As the deafening roar of the engines faded into silence, Nico's heart seemed to stop along with it. The tension in the air was palpable, every eye in the garage fixated on the screens, waiting for the final verdict.

The seconds stretched on endlessly, each one feeling like an eternity, until finally, the results flashed across the screen. Y/n had done it. She had crossed the finish line first, securing the championship title by the narrowest of margins.

A collective cheer erupted in the garage, the sound of excitement filling the air as the team members embraced each other in celebration. Nico's heart swelled with pride and relief, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Congratulations, mate!" a mechanic exclaimed, clapping Nico on the back.

Nico turned to see Toto Wolff, the team principal, approaching with a wide grin on his face. "You must be over the moon, Nico. Y/n drove brilliantly out there."

He nods, and Toto brings him into a hug, patting his back. "She did it."

Your engineer's voice breaks your haze, "Congrats, kid, you are the world champion," his voice breaks, "I'm so proud of you," he says.

Toto's voice is now in your ear, "Y/n, amazing drive, you did it, darling. I'm so proud of you. This is only the beginning; you have so much potential." Tears flow harder if possible.

"Toto, team, thank you so much. We did it, guys. Love you guys. Nico, if you can hear me, we did." your voice breaks.

Toto calls over Nico to the wall, he places his headset over Nico, "We did it, my love," you can hear Nico say into the mic, you let out a cry and laugh, "Thank you, Neeks."

Your team rushes over to the barricade, all of them waiting for you.

You park the car in the number one spot, Max in second, and Checo in third.

You flip your visor and get out of your car. Max approaches you, giving you a supportive pat on your back. Checo pulls you into an embrace, and you pat his back, giving him a nice nod. Then, you run towards the barricade and throw yourself into your team, who all cheer for you.

Your mechanics and engineers all pat your helmet, showing you love.

You do your post-win interview and cool down in the room, but those moments felt like a blur. You were called for the podium ceremony, you stand on the top looking down, and you spot him immediately, his eyes are rimmed red probably from crying, he spots you giving you a wide smile, and you wink at him.

your anthem plays, tears flow freely, then afterward the champagne pops, and you, Checo, and Max spray each other, happily running around the podium.

After the festivities you make your way back to the garage, Lewis gets to you first giving you a hug, "congrats kid, you did it,” you smile giving him a pat, then mechanics and engineers, Toto brings you in for another hug, “great race out there,” he pats your arm.

Then Nico charges at you, hugging you tightly, you feel him breathe deeply, “we did my love, we did it,” you mumble into his shoulder

Nico laughed, hugging you tightly. “You did it, Y/N. You were amazing out there. I’m so proud of you.”

You pulled back, your eyes sparkling with joy. “I couldn’t have done it without your support. You’ve been my rock through all of this.”

Nico brushed a strand of hair from your face, his smile softening. “You deserve all of this and more. You’ve worked so hard, and now the whole world knows just how incredible you are.”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing for a moment. “I couldn’t ask for a better partner.”

He kissed your forehead gently. “And I couldn’t ask for a better champion to support. Now, let’s go celebrate. This is your moment, and I want to make sure it’s one you’ll never forget.”