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just passed out on the floor multiple times and i cannot stand back up.
#holy mother of jesus christ and everything holy#hallelujah#lando norris#formula 1#till he wins his first race#for legal reasons thats a joke#but omfg
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race car driver steve and pit crew eddie
flirting during pit stops. always seems like itâs going to lead somewhere but never does. eventually, as heâs heading to the track, steve tells eddie heâll take him out *when* he wins. not if.
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âshe handles fineâ
âcanât say the same thing about meâ
âyeah?â
âhmâ
âi think i could handle youâ
âyou say that to all the crew?â
âjust the pretty onesâ
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âall oiled up and ready to go?â
âalways for you harrington.
.. oh you mean the carâ
âyeah, munsonâthe car. i already make enough pit stops as is.â
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âwe have a problem.â
âwhat? why whatâs wrong??â
âyou didnât say anything about my outfitâ
ââŠ
turn around for me.
it makes your rear view look, *fantastic*â
âcall my ass âmy rear viewâ again-â
âHEY! you ASKED THIS TIMEâ
âYEAH. *THIS TIME*â
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âthat engine isnât the only thing iâm good at revving up.â
ââŠis that- are you-â
*shrug*
âUGH. i hate that that worked. that was TERRIBLE.â
â:)â
see, when steve finally gets the guts to actually commit to being serious, to genuinely asking eddie out afterwards, win or not, it goes a little something like thisâŠ
âRacers, please make your way to the start line.â
âEddie?â He walks over as Steve pushes his helmet over his head, flattening his coiffed hair.
âYeah?â
âAfter this race, when I win,â Oh, oh, is this going where he thinks itâs going? Is this Steve finally taking a chance on this grease rat? Surely n- âWould you let me take you out for dinnerâŠ?â
Eddie blinks at him, staring at his honey-brown eyes boring into him, from the tiny opening in his helmet.
âYes,â his brain seems to reboot and gather enough coherence to spit out an answer, âYeah, yes, please.â He can tell Steve smiles at him from the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. âIâd like that.â
âCool,â Steve snaps his chin strap and tightens it. As he goes to slip on his gloves, Eddie walks up to him. He grabs onto the strap and tightens it himself just to make sure.
âGood luck,â he says, gripping Steveâs shoulder for a moment.
âDonât need it, but thanks,â playfully snarky, he bends and gets into the car. Eddie laughs at the antics and backs up further into the pit, matching Steveâs cute little wave before he drives away.
For the first time in a long time, Eddie couldnât care less about winning. He canât wait for this to be over; the real prize is a long-awaited date.
But, until then, itâs game time.
â
Watching the screen in the pit till the racers turn the corner and come into view. Eddie keeps a close eye on his carâSteveâs kept good pacing most of the leg, leading a few laps, too. Heâs due back for a stop soon, but until he can get out of the way of the other racers, theyâre too packed for him to make any sort of maneuver. When those cars get like that, Eddie feels like heâs on the edge of a freefall. Not actually, because nothing ever happens, but it feels like something will. Every time.
Besides the scars and a dusty jumpsuit somewhere, thatâs the only thing that sticks around from Eddieâs crash. Because thatâs what it was, a crash. And a bad one. A side hit that jerked him into another, airborne before rolling, and rolling, and rolling. Getting pulled out, dazed and bleeding, while flames and sirens roared in his ears.
And although thereâs more protection and safety precautions now, it still doesnât make that night any better.
Steve makes another lap. Heâs still boxed in closeâextremely close. Itâs a recipe for disaster, and they all know it.
Eddieâs eyes dart to the pack of cars crossing into his field of vision, and he sees it, someone side hits someone. Someone jerksâand clips 86.
It happens in slow motion. Like becoming untetheredârealizing, yeah, youâre in freefall. The world feels like itâs moving at 1/8th the pace. Steve flies over the other drivers and into the catch fences.
Eddie barely registers heâs already moving into the pit track.
86 spins out, absolutely streded to the barebones. Slowing only to get hit again and into the run-off.
âSTEVE!â Eddieâs out, running full speed to the remaining inners of the car. Static and ringing fills his ears. He can feel the way his heart is threating to fucking beat out of his goddamn chest. A mantra of ânononononono. not again. not to him,â screaming in his head.
For a speedway packed with people and maxed out speakers, itâs eerily quiet to him. Everything falling away, feeling sureal, like this is some fucked up nightmareâtill he gets his hand on the smoking car. Noise comes rushing back all at once, too loud.
âSTEVE!â voice gone hoarse, he yells out into the metal. He can see his vision blurring with tears, fear creeping onto him a tenfold. Eddie ducks down and looks into the smashed up window.
âIâm here!â Itâs muffled, but at least he can see the dark tracksuit as the source. Eddie frantically reaches for Steveâs hand, and when he gets it clasped in his own, he tugs.
âIâm okay.â A feeble attempt to reassure him, heâll believe those words from Steve Harrington when he sees it for himself.
Steve coughs as he puts his other hand on the edge of the door and tries to reef himself out. And Eddie tries to help out the best he can. About halfway out, Steve shifts and lets go.
Logicallyâwell, not logically actually, Eddieâs acting on pure adrenaline at this point, all logic out the windowâSteveâs just getting his hands under him rather than over, more leverage that way. But Eddie needs. to. get. him. out. of the car thatâs currently on fucking fire.
As soon as Steve starts moving again, Eddieâs already wrapped his arms around his chest and is pulling him the rest of the way out. He kneels in front of him and tries to unclasp the strap. Hands so shaky, he can barely get his fingers to push down before gloved hands push them away. While he attempts to help Steve yank his helmet off, itâs feeble. That golden hair flops out, and the helmet gets tossed to the side; Eddie roams his hands over Steveâs face, looking for any visible damage.
Suddenly, warm hands circle his wrists, and Steve makes him meet his eyes.
The world comes bursting back in.
â-ddie? Hey? Iâm okay. Iâm okay. I promise, Iâm okay-â
His face is wet. Heâs practically in Steveâs lap, too. One of those hands drop his wrist and cup the back of head.
âEddie. Iâm okay,â Steve says. God, the sound that punches itâs way out of his chest sounds inhuman even in his ears.
There, a few feet away from the pile of rubble, Eddie engulfs Steve in his arms, tucking his face into the neck of old leather. He can feel Steve finally let go of him to give the cameras and the crew that surrounds them, a one handed thumbs up.
Eddie canât help let out a soft laugh with Steve at the collective sigh of relief. He gets that arm wrapped back around him, giving him a tight squeeze. Steve ducks his face over to talk into his ear, âIâm okay. Iâll have a hell of a bruise no doubt, but I promise Iâm okay.â
âFucking better be,â Eddie mutters as he pulls away, hastily wiping his face. Steve huffs at him.
âAre *you* okay?â
âYou did not just ask me that.â Eddie pushes himself off the man, offering Steve his hands and hoisting him up, too. He tests his footing, and it's shakyâsomething is definitely hurting.
âEddieâŠâ The fucker has the audacity to turn those sad down-turned puppy eyes on him. Steve knows how bad his wreak was, and it fits him too, to care more about Eddie than himself.
âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâm standing, arenât I?â Steve gestures a bit, Medic in his ear asking him to follow her. Because theyâre still in the middle of the run-off, the game paused till Steve gets the okay, and they continue without him anyway.
âDoes that sound reassuring to you?â Eddie crosses his arms.
âHey-â Steve shrugs, â-couldnât miss our date, right?â
And, honest to god, Eddie would throttle him right now. But he canât.
So, he does the next best thing.
Eddie Munson, pit crew of 86 and crash survivor, crosses the couple steps between him and Steve Harrington, current 86 racer and, hopefully, his boyfriend, and kisses him.
âIâm holding you to that.â
Steve smiles wide and pivots with his hand out for Eddie to take. And Eddie does.
They start following the Medic, but Steve turns around and flashes his goofy grin again, giving everyone in the stadium a thumbs-up.
Eddie laughs as the crowd roars.
#steddie#eddie munson#stranger things#steve harrington#steve x eddie#archive#my writing#race car driver steve harrington#modern au#pit crew eddie munson#but also#race car driver eddie munson
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i see you | ln x she.
Pairing: lando x she.
Summary: a new voice appears on the radio to get lando through the end of the hungary race. part 2 here.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning: we've taken some liberties on whose allowed on the team radio ok? i'm in mourning. this is also my first time writing for f1 or lando so >.>
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the small crackle in his ear was a sure sign that someone was about to patronise him again. for years, for years he had bled for mclaren. he'd turned down calls from horner and the men in red, he'd turned his nose to them every single time and now he finally had a chance to put a closer dent in his gap on the world championship and they just wanted him to give it up. it wasn't fair, oscar couldn't even keep up he was the fastes-
"lan?" the quiet voice that appeared in his ear shocked him, his frown forming in his helmet.
"love? now they're using you to get to me?" he scoffed at the thought, his foot on the throttle a little harder as he made his way around turn 11. fuck the team orders, they couldn't do this to him.
for her part, his girl could feel the guilt eating at her chest. "i think so." she'd wanted to smack will when he had looked at her pleadingly from the garage. "but you tell me right now, if you want this win and i'll fight will for the radio for the rest of the race, i'll be out of here so quick and i'll cut them off, give you the time you need." she offered and lando knew she meant it. his girl was quiet, preferred to stay out of the lime light and would always pick his jolly over the flash cars he had, but when it came down to it she was scrappy.
a small smile appeared on the racers face as he thought about the sight, honestly he hoped she managed to trip will and cause some momentary damage. noting he had gone quiet she let her head drop a little, eyes closing as she tried to imagine was going through his head. "my love...can you look at him in the morning if you don't let him past now?" she asked quietly, ignoring the glares that were surrounding her in the pit wall.
"it's a win baby, i need to prove that i can win on my own after miami and i need...i need those points for the championship."
"so drive, put your throttle down lan, drive and don't stop till the flag if you can live with being that man, but i know you and i love you and i'll love you regardless of what you chose right now but i also know you and this won't be winning on your own merit, this will haunt you my love and he'd do it for you, you know he'd do it for you."
lando paused again, swallowing as he rounded the corner. "you'd love me even if i took the win?"
"even then." and now she was pretty sure will was going to murder her if she ever surrendered this radio, at the very least, andreas was never letting her back in the garage.
"you'll love me more if i give osc the spot back?" he hated how unsure his voice sounded as he asked the question and her heart broke for him over how much she knew he would tare into himself later.
"no lando, my love for you isn't based on what you do in that car, not ever, its the man that comes home to me i care about." chewing on her lip she let her gaze flicker to the monitors. "the pit lane straight is coming up..." the comment hung in the air between them and she watched as it happened, 6 seconds, 5.3 seconds, 4 seconds - lando was letting him past.
"you're my winner lando." she whispered softly into the radio, silently wiping the tear that fell at his act. the look of relief around the pit wall was enough to make her guilt grow even more, at what they had cost lando today, what they had made her do. if they could just get their damn strategies right he wouldn't have been put in this position in the first place, he'd had been free to race as he came out behind oscar but instead she would piece together the pieces they threatened to break again as she took care of him tonight.
"i love you so much." lando urged as he watched oscar fly past him, his heart stopping for a moment before his foot found the throttle again. he didn't want to hear wills voice again, not right now and they could make it through two more laps without his help anyway. "will you stay with me for the rest of the race?" he asked because wins and races could come and go so long as he had her.
her eyes flickered to andreas on the wall from where she knew he was listening, watching as he nodded. "confirmed norris, i'm with you till the end." they didn't say much as he finished his race but she kept the line open with him. if the rest of the world would have something to say about the lovers simply existing together for the next two minutes then let them, she was the only one who saw him sometimes she was sure, the only one who knew what he had just done would be doing to him inside.
the chequered flag came and she checked the screens once more before making the call. "that's p2 baby, p2, you know what to do from here." sliding from her chair she didn't bother to take the head set off as she made her way through the garage and out through the pit lane to where she knew lando would soon be parking. she was easy to spot with the bright yellow merch she wore, forever a lando girl over mclaren and her eyes shiny as she watched her man move to congratulate oscar. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, that the win would be tainted by shitty team orders but she'd get to celebrating with oscar later once she knew her driver was ok.
she continued to chew at her lip as lando removed his helmet, the green eyes she knew so well looking around for her and she let her smile return at the way his shoulder visibly relaxed at the sight of her. lando was slow to move, not wanting to risk any more hate that he already knew he was going to get but there was only one thing he wanted right now. the hands he felt cupping his face, an instant sanctuary for the male. "i see you lan." the soft words that meant more to him than even love would.
leaning forward lando let the gap between them close, his lips find hers softly for a moment. normally she would pull away and scald him, knowing just how many cameras were in this pit lane to capture the moment but he needed her more now than she needed to shrink into the shadows. "i'm so damn proud of you." she whispered against his lips, fingers finding the damp curls at the back of his head and her chest settling now that she could hold him once more.
he'd never been as good with words as she had, always seemingly saying the same thing but he wanted to try, for her. "you mean more to me than all this you know?" he could already hear the people calling his name for media duties and as tempting as it was to just face the fines, grab his girl and vanish, lando knew that it would be better for the team if he saved them face. all the blood he'd lost for them still had to count for something right? taking a final second to lock in her face, lando lent forward for a final singular kiss. "i'll see you in my drivers room." he promised before he stepped away.
with a small nod she moved back, eyes filled with tears once more as he stepped up to take the mike from nico and he demonstrated once more why he was the man she adored. racing could continue to test him all it wanted, but she would be the anchor whilst he weathered any storm for as long as he needed her.
#lando norris#lando norris imagine#lando norris x reader#lando norris fluff#f1 x reader#lando x reader
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head principal!max verstappen was supposed to retire over five years ago. but that never happened. he often joked that the allure of racing pulled him back in. it was only on his second year of being head principal that he met you. painfully beautiful in the gear for the promising verstappen team. his logo over your heart as you followed him like a lost puppy around the paddock. max didn't want to think about the age gap, or the power dynamic or how you were able to bound the stairs so easily while he had a dull throb in his leg from decades of wear and tear.
when he was racing, he thought he had his whole life planned out. but, life never planned out that way. his fellow drivers all got married, moved on and even had families. while max was still finding his comforts on the track. it was why you were such a surprise. max took a gamble on you and it paid off. powerful on the track and a darling in front of the press. you were trained to a t for formula one. smiles and trophies, a beaut for them. max remembered when he saw you for the first time in the fireproof underlayer of your uniform. the 'm' and the 'v' of his logo partially warped due to the size of your breasts. his gaze lingered and made you stand up a little straighter. you swallowed and meekly asked, "does this look alright, mister verstappen?" and max simply replied, "you wear it with pride." as he reached out, testing the waters to rub your shoulder, "continue to wear it with pride." and you, with a big smile nodded happily. he knew you fought like hell to get to where you were, a girl from a small town in the middle of nowhere. no one wanted to sign you, except for max.
it was only about time you two collided into each other. and that started over your car. the pretty black of the vehicle looked lovely against your form as he bent you over it. his hands on the zip of your jeans before he pulled them down to your ankles. he admired your behind before he gave it a slap. you whimpered. when he eventually got the two of you naked enough and sank into your cock. it was like everything clicked together. this what was what he was missing. he held onto you tightly, like you were going slip away from his grasp. he groaned against your skin with his nose in your hair soon after. his cock nudged against some of the softest parts of you. he wouldn't find out till later that you were actually a virgin which only excited max more. oh, you were a virgin? no other man was able to get their hands on you just like no other team in f1 could. you were max's in any way he could get you. he had sex many times, there was no dry spell in his life for pussy. but when he pulled the first orgasm out of you, you having to cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, he knew he was far gone. anything you wanted, he'd give you. except something licked at his brain, wearing verstappen branded gear was hot on you. but wearing his last name like a title only made you more stunning to him. wouldn't be the first time someone his age got with someone who was questionably younger. even though you were an adult, it would still raise a few eyebrows. your voice was strained when you called out for him, "mister verstappen! mister verstappen!" he came back to reality and heard your sweet voice say, "can you slow down, you're going to bruise me." and max almost came right at that moment. instead he slowed down, letting you enjoy this intimate feeling.
when he eventually finished inside of you, your sweaty half-clothed body over the hood of your precious car. he helped you back into your clothes and when you got back up right, you clung to him like a gentle kitten. you even pouted when you said, "you didn't even kiss me, mister verstappen." and he simply chuckled and took you by the chin before he kissed you. he then said, "if you win this weekend there will be more where that came from." max waited for the write up, or the press headline or something the following week. but nothing came, instead max received pictures of you whenever you were apart. speculation did swirl when a photo of you seated on max's thigh while he explained how your free practice went, his hand around your waist. those same hands would be on both hips as he buried his cock into you. your sweet moans echoed in his mind as he took you apart on the bed. you were in the netherlands and he wanted to 'wish you luck' which meant letting the fat tip of his cock nudge against your sweet cervix. after most races you'd whine about body pain in your lower half from how you couldn't sit comfortable due to the damage that max had did. "shouldn't you be going slower, old man!" you whined as he continued to fuck you. you tried to hit his strong back, but years of formula one followed by other trainings post "retirement" left him easy to overpower you. pin you down and take you by the waist. let his cock drool pre cum into your sweet sex. even if you hit and scratched up his back when it all became too much. it felt almost romantic, max's lips against your neck as he thrusted into you. when he wasn't fucking you quickly, he was taking so hard thrusts that made you drool all over the bed. you complained about him being too fast, but now you were going to feel every inch inside of your sore pussy.
you were so eager to please. you wanted to do the team right. max would make sure that you were taken care of. contracts, cars, all of it. you just sign the dotted line and keep looking as beautiful as you were. don't worry that the team branded t-shirts were always a little too tight on you and don't mind that it was max's last name on your track pass. "it was just a printing error." "they think i'm married to you though." "is that a bad thing to think?" "no, sir."
slowly seeding ideas into your head. could you imagine the contract you'd have if you got closer to max verstappen. he'd often hold you in his arms after sex and remark that it had been too long since there was a verstappen on the track. while he enjoyed the position he was in now, he longed for his last name on the podium. you simply cuddled closer to him and let him drag his hand across your thigh, "maybe one day, sir." you smiled, "maybe you'll get lucky and have a child!" while that idea was sweet, he didn't want to cut your career short. not that short at least. for now he'd have to simply put into your mind that while your last name was lovely. his last name would look a lot nicer. as he kissed down your neck, it was a promise. you'd be his super star on the track and his loving wife off of it. <3
a/n: reader is an adult, just with an age gap to raise and eyebrow at.
#bunny writes#bunny drabbles#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen#max verstappen smut#max smut#future fic#head principal!max#reader insert#formula one imagine#formula 1#formula one smut#formula one fanfiction#f1 smut#formula 1 fic#formula one#f1 x reader#f1#f1 rpf#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fic
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GOOD SIDE - FC43
summary : She hates him, heâs intrigued and doesnât understand why anyone would distlike him. Franco tries to win Charlesâ sister over with coffee and good racing.
listen up : no warnings!! my first franco fic <3
word count : 1067
âïœĄâ§Ëâ
All eyes have been on Franco Colapinto for the past three weeks. All eyes including mine.
I watch the boy walk across the pit lane, grinning widely at his team. My arms are crossed in the ferrari garage, Charles is talking my ear off but I'm not even listening.
I miss my paddock best friend. All the boys on the grid are like my brothers, but Logan was genuinely my friend. I didnât even go to Monza and fucked myself while boycotting because I missed my brother win.
I watch the team embrace the boy. I never realized how young he looks until now. Heâs a year older than me, found that out when I was stalking his social media.
Charles noticed my stink eye and nudges me, âHeâs a good kid. Donât be mean!â I know Logan wasnât performing well. Iâm not blind.
But I canât help but be salty for him.
âI wonât be mean.â I turn to see Alex and Franco walking towards us, I try to walk away but the hoodie for my sweatshirt is grabbed by Charles and I'm yanked backwards.
âFranco, This is my baby sister, Y/n!â Charles swings his arm around me, I roll my eyes and look back at Franco.
Heâs cute and as he smiles at me I have a weird feeling that I need to make it stop. I turn to my new favorite williamâs boy.
âAlex!â I smile wide and I can see my brother eyeing me already, âNice Quali! Proud of you.â
He nods, âAppreciate it Y/n.â He glances at Franco, forcing me to say something. I give them what they want and look at him.
âColapinto, is it?â I blink. âYouâve got an interesting driving style.â
Francoâs smile doesnât falter. âInteresting enough to earn me P9.â My eyes narrow at him, âNice to know you were watching me.â
I cross my arms but before I can say more, Charles interrupts me.
He laughs loudly, trying to drown out my voice, âAlright! Don't mind her, Franco, sheâs been a little salty recently- well actually sheâs always like this.â He shakes his head and leads the men in blue away.
Franco looks back at me as Alex starts talking rapidly, and I swear Iâm hallucinating because I think he winks.
âïœĄâ§Ëâ
Iâm sitting on the pit wall, Susie is talking me through all the little buttons and graphs. Even though I'm Ferrari till I die, Susie is like family and has always been there for me. I feel an unexpected tap on my shoulder which makes me whip around.
I look down to see Franco holding two cups of coffee. âMorning Mrs. Wolff!â He smiles at Susie, then me. I didnât even know he met her. My eyebrow is already raised, âMind if I borrow Y/n?â
Susie laughs softly, looking at him then me, âGo ahead.â I get off the chair slowly and he motions for me to take the cup.
âCharles mentioned you liked coffee.â I hesitate for a second, taking the cup. I sip it and mentally groan because Iâve been needing to get some today.
âBuying my affection already, Huh?â I glance at him as we walk down the pit lane. I'm wearing a short, flowy, white dress and a Ferrari cap, happy since it's so hot.
âDonât be silly, This was free.â I sip my coffee to stop myself from laughing, âI do have to get on your good side somehow.â
I look away from him, âYou took my best friend's seat.â
âHe lost it.â When I look back at him, heâs already looking at me.
I sigh and keep walking, he catches up quickly, âSo⊠Youâre Charlesâ Sister.â
I flip my hair over my shoulder, âYouâre sherlock?â
âYouâre pretty.â
I let out a dry laugh, âYouâre straightforward. Iâve seen three interviews of you flirting and you havenât even made it to your second race yet.â He laughs and it makes me feel good that I made him do that.
âWhat can I say? The people love me.â He shrugs and it's my turn to laugh now.
âIâm sure your media crew hates you.â
âI can confirm they definitely do.â He stops when he gets to his garage, âI donât want you too though.â
I take a breath, âLetâs see how you do in the race and weâll see.â I hear someone yell his name from inside the garage.
He doesnât move, âYou base all your relationships off of driving results?â
âRelationships?â I scoff as he licks his lips, âDonât get too cocky now.â
Franco shakes his head, a curl falling into his face, âNot cocky. Just a glass half full type of guy.â
âïœĄâ§Ëâ
I hug Oscar as he walks out of his garage at the end of the day, âYou fucking rocked it.â He laughs as I pull back, âSeriously, I'm proud and you beat my brother!â
Charles practically spawns, âWe all know your loyalty is not to me.â All the boys have changed and are starting to leave. Carlos disappeared after crashing on the second to last lap but all I can do is smile for Lando who got bumped up to fourth.
Speaking of, Lando joins us with Franco by his side, his mouth running per usual. Everyone starts talking and congratulating Oscar again.
I find Franco by my side, he leans in slightly, âMy result good enough for you?â
I look up at the sky, âPretty good. I hate to say it but⊠you did well.â
He grins, âWell enough to get your number?â
I look to my brother to make sure he isnât listening, âYouâre playing with fire here, Colapinto.â
âBurn me.â He says it so quick that I almost donât register the look on his face. He looks at me so genuinely with those hazel eyes and speaks again, âPor Favor? s'il te plaĂźt? Please?â
The âPleaseâsâ makes me laugh. One in Spanish, one in French, and one in English to cover all his bases, âYouâre such a flirt.â
âFor you.â
âDonât lie. You flirt with everyone.â I give him a look, he pulls a slow smile.
âIf you were mine I'd never look at anyone else again.â Oddly enough, I believe him.
âIf I were yours?â I step closer and he nods, âHm⊠If I were yours- I think we would see pigs flying.â
He just grins, âI can arrange that.â
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Need sukuna in racer au đ©
REWARDS FROM A RACER
a/n: more of smut than him being a racer âŠ. im not opposed to doing a âhow they metâ ngl
wc: 2.1k
warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, heâs a little mean and calls you âwhoreâ, âslutâ, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p â v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
âdoll, câmon, we donât have much time till the race starts.âÂ
âi know, âkuna! give me a minute, âm just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.â you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles âheh, shaftâ and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driverâs seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.
if anyone told you sukuna was someone who wouldâve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen âking of cursesâ sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a â66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses â a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.
but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldnât take no for an answer. he wasnât surprised to see kenjaku â another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with â laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the otherâs face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.
it was the only race he ever lost.
âsometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when youâre with me,â sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, âfixing my engine like an obedient little girl.â
you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you canât deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, âglad youâre self aware, âkuna.â
âsmart mouth you have there, hm?â sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. heâs always hard before a race, too. that you know, because itâs an emerging characteristic of his that youâre not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driverâs seat once the race is finished. he just canât help the adrenaline, canât he?
âguess iâll just have to ruin you,â sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief youâre getting from grinding on him, âlater.â
you scoff, feigning annoyance, âyeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.â
sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driverâs seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (âdonât tell me you didnât like that?â) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.
âoh god, heâs going to do that thing again right?â beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin thatâs got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.
across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, âiâm gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!â and while youâre turned on at the prospect, youâre also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.
âdo you really have to scream it every time?â you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye heâs used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.
sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, âthey have to know how you scream every night.â
you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, âgive âem hell, baby.â
and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when heâs behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, itâs part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because heâs not on everyoneâs good side.
with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but heâs so focused on you that he doesnât realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.
âoi, you fuckinâ idiots dare touch my car and i swear iâll fuck up yours.â
beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.
and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someoneâs bothering you.
sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.
âthatâs it, fuckkk yes.â sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, itâs really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. âsuck like the dirty cockslut you are.â
ââkuna, mmfhhâ!â your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.
sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.
âstick out your tongue fâme, doll,â he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (itâs so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. âfuckâ iâm cumming.â sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. heâs not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure.Â
âtake all of it,â his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that heâs ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once itâs far enough.
âwell? whatâre you waiting for?â sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a iâm getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.
âsâkuna, f-fuckâŠâ you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, âsâbig, youâre so big!â he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him â because he canât resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.
âi know iâm big, but youâre taking me so well, arenât you, baby?â sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy papâs as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. thereâs a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. âjust a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?â
you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. âgot so t-tight from me doing that,â sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand âround your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.
âyou love how i stretch you out?â he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.
âlove it sâmuch, daddy,â you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit thatâs been throbbing all night, âbut i n-need you here, sâkunaâŠâ and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows youâre getting tired and close, too.
so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, itâs infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, âdaddy!ââs spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. âthatâs it, a good little slut whoâs taking daddyâs cock, fuckââ
âso warm, and tight,â within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but itâs the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because thereâs just so much.
âlove it when i breed my girl,â he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while youâre moaning softly at how heâs still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when heâs still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.
âlove my sweet girl who canât think of anything but getting fucked stupid.â
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4th July - Part 6 - chris sturniolo x femreader
pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4 pt5
you flop down on the seat with a frustrated sigh, finally admitting defeat. you'd played the 3 games you had paid for and had chris had beat you every time. of course he had. you'd never played a game of top golf in your entire life.
chris smiles at you cheekily as he walks his way over to you, before he flops down and instantly puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest.
"dont be a sore loser, pretty girl" he whispers in your ear, his voice sending shivers across your whole body before he lets you move away from him again, leaning forward and grabbing his drink.
you pull your hair away from your eyes as you look at him.
"you could have let me win at least once" you moan, and he chuckles again as he puts down his drink.
"and not teach you how to play properly? never. i tried to help, didn't i?"
yes. he had tried to help. your heart was still racing with it now.
you had let out a frustrated cry as the ball once again went no where, and you had automatically looked to chris for guidance. he didn't even notice you weren't hitting the ball right to start with, his eyes trained all over your body. the jeans your wore showing off your ass. the skin of your exposed stomach as you wore a off the shoulder crop top, shoulder moving as you swung the club. your make up the most beautiful he had ever seen it. he could tell you had made an effort for him, and it made him smile, even thought he thought you were beautiful with or without it.
he had chuckled as he walked over to you, taking position behind you. hands on your hips as he angled you better before his hands held onto the backs of yours, as he practically took the shot for you, just your body entwined in front of his. when you and he hit the ball and watched it fly further than it had done all night, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, but your nose brushed together. he had smiled and looked down at your lips, before you uttered out a thank you, and pressed your lips against his.
it was your first kiss of the night, and you had lost count of how man kisses you had had since that moment just a little under an hour ago.
you rolled your eyes at him now, but a smile escapes you. "okay, yes. you did."
and he leaned forward and gave you another kiss. you weren't sure you were ever going to get enough of him and those lips.
he looked down at his phone now and saw the time was just nearing 6pm, because yes, you had called him the moment you were ready earlier in the day as you simply couldn't wait till the evening to see him, and he looks to you.
"so, what now? do you wanna go somewhere for drinks?" he said, his hand coming to your thigh. you look down at his fingers before placing your hand over his.
"you want to keep the date going?" you tease. he smirks as he bends forward now, his lips just inches from yours.
"i fear i want to keep this going forever." and then his lips press yours again. your hands come up to the nape of his neck as his hands rubs against your thigh, and for a moment you forget where you are. you forget the prying eyes likely upon you. you forget that people might even recognise who you both are. but you don't care. this felt right. this felt comfortable and so okay.
he pulls away from you now and theres a hazy look in his eyes, like he's contemplating saying something. so you wait. his eyes scan your entire face for a second, hand squeezing at your thigh, a sharp breath escaping your lips.
"i might be crazy, but-"
"are you done with these?" a voice comes from the side of you. you jump, turning your head to look at the voice and noticing the staff member pointing towards your plates and trays of food. you'd gone for a mixture of things, picking at them as you went along. wings, fries, ribs. but truthfully you hadn't eaten a lot, both too infatuated
"uhm, yeah, thank you." you smile.
the staff member smiles at you as he picks up the plates and trays, and when he finally walks off you give him a smile before turning back to chris. but he's shifted in his position and his cheeks are slightly red. his hand no longer on your thigh but clutching his phone, his knees doing a nervous jig. when he knows you're looking at him again, he smiles and stands, shoving his phone back in his pocket before holding our your hand.
"shall we go, then?"
"yeah," you start, lifting yourself from the seat and grabbing his hand. he pulls you forward immediately before you can even finish your sentence.
you make your way to the exist, the hustle and bustle of the place becoming quieter as you get to the car park, but you don't reach for your car keys just yet.
"what where you gonna say in there?" you ask.
he ignores you. you can tell he's ignoring you.
"chris" you press on.
"hmm?" he says, but he still doesn't turn to look at you, so you stop. you'd be lying if you said your heart didn't hurt a little. had you done something wrong? was he about to get in the car and tell you that actually, he didn't want to go for drinks and if you could drop him off home?
"are you okay?" you ask, and he stops now to look at you. luckily theres no cars wanting to come through the car park because you'd be swiftly moved along.
"yes. sorry. im good. really good. are you?"
you can see him panicking slightly, but it only stresses you out more.
"i just - im not sure. you dont seem yourself."
he smiles before he grabs your face in his hands, his eyes looking all over your face.
"sorry, i didn't mean to give you that impression. im okay, promise."
"its not me?" you blurt. you're being annoying. you're being overbearing, you know you are. but damn, there is something about this boy.
"oh my god" he says, shaking his head. "its never you. you're everything, pretty girl."
and then he kisses you. soft. but lingering for a second or two. when he parts he looks at you, and you can tell he's sincere, so you giggle. you actually giggle.
"so fucking cute" he laughs, but you push his hands away and roll your eyes, which only makes him laugh more, head back and hair flowing with him. you're addicted to him. you're actually addicted to him.
"come on then, pretty girl. where are we going for drinks?"
you laugh as you walk back towards your car, chris by your side.
"well, do you mind if we take my car back to mine and uber there? the night is ours then"
he comes behind you, hands on your hips, continuing to walk forward.
"sounds perfect."
___ the drive back to yours is filled with laughter. continual yapping about anything and everything, and his rests on your thigh the whole way, only taking it away to sometimes send a few texts to his brothers.
you throw your car keys on the side and show him into your living area, and he smiles as he looks around. you were proud of your house and everything you'd done to achieve it, so to see him enjoy it made you smile.
"do you fancy a drink whilst we wait for an uber?" you say now, walking across to the fridge in the kitchen. you can hear him on your heel.
"what you got?"
you open the fridge and let your eyes scan.
"uhmmmm," you start. but you feel him behind you. his breath on your neck, his fingers brush against yours as he takes the fridge door in his hand too and opens it wider, and suddenly you can't speak. suddenly the tension fills the air.
"beer will do" he says, his voice low.
and you both go to grab a bottle at the same time. he's leaning over your shoulder as your fingers brush the bottle and you both stop. your breathing higher, his breath hotter down your neck.
and then your phone rings, and you almost jump out of your skin.
"fuck" you whisper, and chris chuckles into your ear as he grabs the beer from the fridge, and you feel the heat of him move away from you.
you close your eyes before fishing for your phone in your pocket, and you screw up your face when you see the caller ID. spinning around, chris has perched himself on your kitchen table, and he sees the look on your face.
"everything okay?" he asks, genuine concern lacing his voice, and you smile.
"yeah, its carrington."
you see his smile fade. "oh."
"he never calls."
he raises his beer to you. "answer it, check hes okay."
you smile as you watch him take a sip, before sliding across your phone screen to answer the call. you hear the chatter of people before you even press your phone to your ear.
"babeeeeeee" carrington calls, and you can't help but laugh as a rush of relief washes over you. he's okay.
"hello, carrington" you laugh, and chris raises an eyebrow. you smile at him.
"where the fuck are you?" he shouts. its a quiet bar but you know the amount of people he's going to be surrounded by.
"im at home." you admit, walking back to the fridge and taking out your own beer. you walk over to chris and pass it to him, and he laughs as takes off the lid for you. you mouth a thank you before taking it off of him.
"what?! are you not coming out?"
"erm,"
"oh. fuck." you hear him say. "you're with chris, aren't you?"
"yes." you say, and you can tell chris can hear him on the other end, his eyes are surveying you as he takes another sip from his beer.
âshit.â carrington says âwait, at your house? did i just call you mid FUCK?â
heâs drunk, so drunk, but you laugh.
âno carrington, you did not.â
âoh thank god. put me on speakerâ he slurs.
ânot a chance.â
chris is eyeing you further. and you give him a sorry smile, and he shrugs. he shrugs.
your mind instantly goes back to the party. you in the pool and him sitting on the edge after youâd been thrown in there, and you instantly remember his words. words youâd forgotten about until now. âis there anything going on between you and carringtonâ. and then you realise the shrug and the eyes, are jealousy. you smirk almost. something about him thinking of you with another guy and being mad about it only makes you find him so much more attractive.
âgo onnnnnâ carrington pleads in your ear, and then the pull the phone away and press louder speaker.
âyouâre onâ you say. and chris looks towards your phone.
âCHRISâ carrington shouts, and chris laughs.
âhey, broâ he says as you walk closer to him so he can be closer to the phone. he doesn't look at you once.
"you guys should come here. the whole gangs here and it would be good to see you."
chris looks at you now and you realise in the excitement of the day, you hadn't mentioned the drinks. truthfully, you were going to text tara and tell her you wouldn't be going, as you didn't want the alone time to end with him. you were having fun, and you knew your friends would understand.
but you begin to tell him. "we have drinks at this bar. is usually pretty lowkey but its just a place to catch up properly." you shrug, and chris nods.
"you wanna go?" he asks, the chatter of people around carrington as he awaits for one of you to speak to him.
"we dont have to." you say, and chris studies your face for a second before he leans into the phone.
"we'll get an uber there now, bro." he says, and your eyes widen.
"urgh, thank god. i miss my girl.â carrington speaks.
you close your eyes, hoping chris doesnât latch onto it, but he laughs as carrinton hangs up. you open up your eyes just in time to see him staring at you, but he looks away quickly. and that look on his face again.
âyou knowâ you say, and he diverts his eyes to you again. âi meant what i said. thereâs nothing going on between me and carrington.â
he shrugs. again. that damn shrug. âi know.â
and you look at him for a second, before walking closer to him. you force your legs in between his and he opens up immediately, your hands coming to the nape of his neck again. it takes him a second but that beautiful smile emerges on his face again as he puts his free hand on the back of your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.
âtell your face that thenâ
and then you kiss him.
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Waiit, the inchident was charles' fault?
oh, dear. let's introduce you to charles' deep history of gaslighting max. it's rich.
the inchident video.
while the video made it seem like max was the insane one, he was not. charles was the one who caused it and pushed max into the puddle AFTER the chequered flag, which got them both disqualified. (max pushed him first earlier, but charles managed to wait till the end to push him when they didn't have to race)
then he managed to say it was "just an inchident" and refused to comment on it further while max was MAD since charles pushed him into the puddle first lol.
when charles got asked about it in an interview years later, he ignored the question about when he pushed him (if it was after the flag went up) and changed the topic lol. he's really trying to push the narrative it wasn't just him being bitter and acting out on track.
he also said during an F1 interview that âMax calmed down⊠quite a bitâ when like?? brother you were the one who pushed him into a puddle!
a race later, they both got lectured to not act out like this again and charles refused to look at max and kept his helmet on during the entire conversation:
(from @il-predestinato)
another fun interview from their past is charles giving one of his first interviews in italian
charles said: "all of them [other drivers] have more experience than me, except for verstappen" like?? charles KNEW max had more experience but still consciously singled him out and SPECIFICALLY claimed that max was the least experienced one when everyone knew it wasn't true lmao
another instance is when max took the lead in austria in 2019 and stole charles' first possible GP win. charles thought the move max did was illegal and was mad to the point he LEFT THE PODIUM EARLY
then he "congratulated" max in the following ig post:
and right after unfollowed max while they were ON THE SAME PLANE.
charles then proceeded to repeat the "illegal" move max did on him in the following race since he had the precedent that it was legal now since max did not get punished.
so to quote @tsarinablogs "The best gaslighting Charles has ever done was to convince the people that Max was and is the insane one, not him"
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Happy 100th Birthday to President Jimmy Carter
Born October 1st 1924
Carter was America's 39th President serving from 1977 till 1981. President Carter is notable for many reasons, the first American President to oversee a Middle East peace deal ending 30 years of war between Egypt and Israel, the first President to address climate change, and established the Departments of Education and Energy. After his 1980 defeat by Republican Ronald Reagan Carter would redefine what it is a former President is supposed to do. His 40 years out of office saw the Carters work tirelessly on humanitarian projects around the world. Carter worked with Habitat for Humanity to build houses for those in need across America well into his 90s. Carter also worked to combat decease in the developing world particularly Africa. President Carter once said he wanted only to live long enough to outlive the last Guinea worm, a goal he may have reached, when the Carter Center started its work in 1986 there were 3.5 million cases, so far in 2024, 4. In 2002 President Carter became the first and only American President to win the Nobel Peace Prize for activities after their Presidency. He was awarded the prize for the Carter Center's work promoting Democracy and Human Rights around the world. Carter's political reputation in the US has long been overshadowed by his 1980 loss and the rough end of his Presidency but in 2010s and 2020s President Carter has become more engaged with domestic politics campaigning and speaking in his native Georgia. In February 2023 aged 98 President Carter decided to enter hospice care, and many believed the end was near. 19 months later Carter is celebrating his 100th birthday. Sadly his beloved wife of 77 years former First Lady Rosalynn Carter passed away in November 2023. Many commented on a frail President Carter's personal strength appearing in person at her funeral. President Carter's Family reports that since Kamala Harris entered the 2024 race he's become more alert and following events more closely. When asked about his upcoming birthday Carter told his grandson that he's looking forward to being 100, but what he really wants is to make it to November 5th and cast his last vote for Kamala Harris for President.
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Nothing Feels Better
Lando Norris x Fem!Reader
summary- the legendary win. a win no one will forget
a/n- AGGHHHHH I'M STILL NOT OVER HIS WIN IT FEELS LIKE A FEVER DREAM FRGRGHSKFQWRJ. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this, I'm sorry if this is bad, I'm still improvingđ€
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The atmosphere in the McLaren hospitality was tense. No one relaxed after Lando pit. Each and everyone in the hospitality was a nervous wreck, their eyes focused on the gap between him and Max.
You were sitting with Ria and Aarav, heart racing, praying to all the gods for no fuck ups. The safety car ended and the tension levels in the hospitality were at an all time high with Verstappen lining his car up almost next to Lando. Everyone was up from their seats. This was it.
Once the green flag was waved, Lando pulled away with ease but Max was well within DRS range. But with pressure from Charles and Carlos right on his tail, Max had to focus on defending his position rather than fighting Lando for P1, although the gap between Lando and Max kept giving you mini heart attacks with it decreasing and increasing every millisecond.
Lap 33 to Lap 56 went by in the blink of an eye. It was the last lap of the race. No one in the hospitality dared to move till he passed the last corner of the track. After he did, the entire hospitality emerged in cheers, mechanics running over to the pitwall grill and climbing it to cheer your boyfriend on his very first of many wins in Formula 1.
You however stayed put where you were holding Ria's hand, both of your eyes glued to the screen until Lando crossed the finish line. You were completely shocked. Your boyfriend had won the Miami Grand Prix. LANDO WAS A RACE WINNER. Now, everything was a blur to you, all you were thinking about was running to Parc Fermé and smothering your boyfriend in kisses.
Lando was the last to reach Parc Fermé. He got out of his car and ran towards the mechanics, jumping on them. Next he came to you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, you crying into the kiss. You pulled him into a hug before he left for the post race interview, "I'm so so so proud of you my love. My future champion, I love you.", you whispered into his ears. Lando whispered a quick 'I love you' to you with a cheeky wink before he rushed for his interview.
"Lando Norris, how does it feel to be an F1 Grand Prix winner?" Jenson asked him. "About time huh? Fuck, sorry. But yeah, it feels surreal. I'm so thankful for my team, my family, my friends, my girlfriend Y/N who is right there for their constant support. I wouldn't recommend recording her right now she's a mess." he chuckled. "But yeah, a huge thanks tot the team for believing in me, I finally delivered to them."
Once the podium celebrations were over, Lando and you went back to his drivers room. As soon as he locked the door, he pulled you in for a long, messy, passionate kiss. "I'm beyond proud of you baby. it was always a matter of when, not if. There's so much more to come for you. My future champ." You spoke into the kiss. "thank you so much for supporting me through this baby. I wouldn't have bee able to do this without you. I love you babygirl." he said. "I love you so much more"
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yourusername P1 BABYYYYYYYYY đđđ THE LOVE OF MY LIFE GOT HIS MAIDEN WIN TODAY. IM SO INSANELY PROUD OF U POOKIEđ€đ€đ€đ€ THIS IS ONE OF MANY MANY MORE TO COMEâŸïžđ§Ą
ALSO GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE TO "LANDO NOWINS" U WILL NOT BE MISSED
landonorris thank u so much babygirl couldnât have done it without ur constant supportđ€đ€đ€đ€
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lewishamilton WELL DONE.
lnfour HEâS A RACE WINNER NOW GUYSđđŒđđŒđđŒ
user okay but is anyone going to talk about how Y/N and ria fell when he crossed the finish lineđđ
â user that and how Y/N sprinted to climb the pitwall grill with the mechanics to cheer lando on đ„čđ
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Thinking about this biker jihoon.
Yummy đ
No but seriously we'll talk about this jihoon. He's so hot. So cool. I can see him taking you to one of his underground (probably illegal) biking races at nights. When you came to these race the first time you were just wet from how good jihoon looked with his bike and his race gear. Him holding his helmet under his arm as he meets you and kisses you before the race start. You whine to him about how needy you feel. Your panties are basically slip-n-slide. You tell him how much you want him to fuck you already. He chuckles at your neediness. He whispers in your ear that if you stay a good girl and cheer for him and wait for him till the race is done he'll fuck you so good. He promises that if he won he'll fuck you till you lose the ability to walk and that just makes you whimper more as you beg him to win now.
He wins, of course, right. He takes you home on the same bike, you sitting behind him while holding onto his waist tightly. He doesn't even take you inside the housez right in the parking, he'll bend you over his bike and fuck you raw. He'll stay true to his words, he'd fuck you soooo well. he'll pick you up and practically run to your house to get to the bed for round two, and then round three. You're so spent but you loved every second of it. Since then you always go to his races and hope he wins everytime (he always does).
Other things I could relate to racer jihoon :
Being his flag girl and wearing super short skirt just to tease him before the race starts
When another racer/his competitor flirts with you, jihoon makes sure he not only wins but also purposely fucks you somewhere not exactly public but somewhere the competitor could hear your moans loud
Greeting jihoon wearing nothing but his racing leather jacket while riding him. He may be great at riding bikes but you're great at riding other stuff wink wink
He takes you on late night rides on his bike and purposely speeds just so you'd hold him tighter.
Will "teach" you bike riding but really he's just touching you at all the hot places and rubbing his erection against your back as he sits behind you
Soon enough you two have not only a post victory ritual but also a pre-race ritual where you suck his dick before the race as a good luck (it works???)
And I am nasty but fucking him while he's still sweaty and musky after race and licking up his sweaty neck and chest and abs
He shamelessly shows off any hickeys he has or he gave you just so no one dares flirt with his woman again.
Spend his winning money in spoiling you with luxurious gifts (and toys wink wink)
#svt#seventeen#svt smut#woozi#svt x reader#woozi smut#woozi x reader#seventeen smut#Lee jihoon#Lee jihoon smut#jihoon smut
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Hiii, i dont know if you write smau. But can you do a female f1 driver who is soft launching her bf on insta and the driver are protective even though they dont know who he is. Would love it he isnt famous,
My beautiful boy
Spaniah F1 red bull driver reader x oc boyfriend
Summary: The summerbreak got the soft launching your new relationship, only the drivers like to know who he is
-Spa f1 track
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@.Yourusername: Omgg, my first gp win. I couldn't be more happy. It was a great last race befote summer break. Lets refresh and come back stronger.
@.maxverstappen thank you for ruining my hair with champagne.
Maxverstappen1: no problem, like to do it again soon. Congrats on your win, you deserve it
Yourbf.priv:I am so proud of you. I wish I could be there for it
Youruser.priv: thank youu, i cannot waite till i see you tomorrow
Yourbf.priv:đ©·đ©·đ©·
Sergioperez: Felicidades. te lo mereces
User991: I love how she is still his grid child, even though she took his seat
User555: He retired, the seat was going to be filt
Yourusername: gracias. No podrĂa haberlo hecho sin tus consejos.
User919: CHECOOO
User292: VAMOS Y/N
Mickschumacher: congratulation yn
Yourusername: thank you mickđ§Ą
Yourusername: Gracias Fernando. Next time I want you there too
Fernandoalonso: Felicidatessđđ
Fernandoalonso: Crash Max out and i be there
Maxverstappen1: why not p3. No crashing me out please
Fernandoalonso: What is the fun in thatđ
User819: HAHAHA FERNANDO
User929: I cannot believe i ever screamed harder at my television.
Yourmom: my Baby's first f1 win. I am so proudd
Yourusername: My FIRST WINNN, thank you mom
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Yourusername: re-united with me beautiful boyđ¶
User91: dulce is such a beautiful dog
Kikagomes: dolce and simba should meet up once
Yourusername: YESSS. DOGGY MEET
Alexandramleux: I bring Leo too
Yourusrname: SI SI SIđđđ¶
Usr891: Do you need an other dog?
Usr891; I can bark
User7829: I no one going to talk about the whole as men in her car
Mickschumacher: i miss him it has been to long since the last cuddles.
Usr671: With flowersss
User1233: omg
User782: Do I smell soft lauch??
Fernandoalonso: Maybe my eyes dont work, but is that a man?
Yourusrname: your eyes dont work, abuelo
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Yourusename: Eat pasta, drive fasta
Alexandramleux: That looks great
Kikagomes: Can you answer my text?
Pierregasly: Mine too please
Maxverstappen1: đ€đ€š
Yourusername: what do you need emilian
Maxverstappen1: Nothing, just looking at the food
User782: Miss yn, who is that??
Yourusername: That is the love of my life, truffel pasta
User782: Omg you replied
User782: not what i meant. But i take it
Yourbf.priv: The things you lie about
Youruser.priv: you have a third place, after dolceâ€ïž
Yourbf.priv: I take itđ©·
Yourbf.priv: Had a great night with you, darling
Youruser.priv: Me too, i missed you so much
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Yourusername: well deserved break
User782: She is definitely soft launching
User561: how does a man get put queen?
User682: rightt
Sergioperez: dile que tenga cuidado. Max ha estado enviando spam a mi teléfono preguntåndome si sé quién es. Tell him to be carefull, max has been spamming my.phone asking if i know who he is.
Yourusername: Max tiene que ocuparse de sus propios asuntos.
Maxverstappen1: What do max??? Can someone tranlate for me, por favor
User7829: i have to write her ideas down for my future soft launch
Lilymhe: so what happened to girl code
Kellyqiuet: We really have to scedule a new brunch date
Kikagomes: and you bring the tea
Yourusername: I love bruch dates
Yourusername: what kind of tea, green or black. Maybe some rooibos
Kikagomes: not that kind of tea
User782: first HAB??
User7224: a what
User991: Had, husbands and boyfriend. You know instead of the wag
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Yourusrname: đđâïž
Comments have been disabled.
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Yourusername: admiring the viewâ”ïž
User781: FIRST
User92: no one cares, look at the whole as men next to her
Max verstappen1: can those crazy fans get to work and find who he is
Landonorris: thisss. Why don't they do it now
Carlossaimz; i like to have a word with him
User789: when is this torture going to stop
User7829: show us the face please.
User515: Maybe he is famous
Uswr9828: maybe it is a driver?
Ussr691: i always shoppen her with lando
Landonorris: it is not lando, i dont no who it is.. but not me. And not an other driver.
Landonorris: also she is more then a sister
Yourbf.priv: you are my favorite view
Yourusername: Ah, stop ittđđ„”đ
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Yourusername: My man, my man, my ma-a-a-an
Fernandoalonso: Muy bien, alguien consigue las cerraduras. Alrightz someone get the locks
Carlossinz: ÂżPuedo hablar con Ă©l ahora? Can i talk to gim now
Yourbf.priv: my beautiful darling
Yourusername: my beautiful boy
Maxverstappen1: just so he knows. My cats can scratch him
Yourusername: i think he is safe
Yourbf.priv: those scratches can be add to my colection
Youruserpriv. đ
Landonorris: the twotter girls didn't fo their work
User682: We wont if it is our queen
User7829đžđžđž
User891: and he like doesn't excist online
Sergioperez; Finalmente, ya no necesito mantenerlo en secreto. ¿Puedo publicar esas fotos que les tomé a ustedes dos?
Yourusername: checo no lo hagas
Carlossainz: you kneww
Fernandoalonso: i feel kinda betrayed, ngl
Yourusername: Abuela, who learnt tou that
User681: Yes post those pictures checo, please
Maxverstappen1: when your boyfriend turns against you. Holding this secret from me.
Kellypiquet: đ€šđ€šđ€š
Yourusername: Doctor he escaped
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Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife chef!reader? She always brought him food because she knew how busy he could get with everything. So, she would always make him his favourite meals/pick up a guilty pleasure snack as a surprise for him. Maybe she had some surprises for him. I'll let you decide what it was. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks! :))
Lets make lunch for my Husband! - Peter Bonnington x ChefWife! Reader
Plot: You are famous on Tiktok for making videos where you pack lunches for you husband but use ingredients globally as you always travel with him of race weekends.
Credit to princemick for the GIF
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y/user: Racing in Bahrain!
Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesnât go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!
Round One đ§đ And we have Chicken, Rice and Veggies (a very hearty meal here) đïž
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fan1: I love her TikTokâs sheâs so funny and Peter is just so cute!
fan2: their relationship is eveything you me
gordongram: Cooking in Style as always Y/N!
-> y/user: thanks Gords!
âBaby, lunch was amazing today! And thank you for putting the Twirl in there!â He grins as you both get back to the hotel, it had been a good race and you were both happy.
âIâm so glad you enjoyed it hunny. Iâve already made a meal plan of what Iâm going to make at each race! Youâll be so happy with breakfast lunch and dinner in Silverstone!â You grin pulling him in for a kiss.
âMmmm what have I got?â He grins, pulling you to sit on his lap on the sofa in your hotel room.
âBreakfast, of course a full English, get you all set for the day and make sure youâve got all the protein to see you through till lunch. Then youâve got your fave Ham Pesto and Mozzarella Sandwich for lunch. And then to round it off, Iâll invite Toto, Suzie, Lewis, George and Carmen all round for a Sunday Roast!â You say practically bouncing at the prospect of guests and being able to cook for them!
âI love you, you are without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to meâ he smiles pulling you back to relax on the sofa as you both sit there in each others embrace.
âI love you most!â You declare making him laugh and kiss your head. It wasnât a battle he could win with you despite knowing you were wrong and he held an impossible amount of love for you.
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y/user: Racing in SaudĂ Arabia!
Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesnât go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!
Round Two đžđŠ And we have my first time making Kabsa which a local helped me get all the ingredients! Itâs very yummy! đïž
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peter.bonn: it was so nice, canât wait to come back!
fan1: Iâm living for this series, not the rich men racing!
fan2: this is so cute that she cooks for him!
âYou know, the boys keep saying you need to start bringing it in for them aswellâ he chides as you get into the car.
âWhat am I expected to cook for the 5000 now? I donât think so, thatâs why they have a paid for hospitalityâŠâ you groan, waking up early just to prepare Peter some food was exhausting you couldnât imagine getting up to make it for more people!
âMaybe Toto should hire you as head chef here!â He grins and you laugh at the thought. You, working in Mercedes Catering?
âBaby ⊠you know I have a ⊠Michelin Star right?â you offer in confusion.
âOh so your below working for Mercedes now are you?â He frowns, faking his offence on the matter.
âOh stop being a whiny baby Pete!â You scold lightly hitting his arm, making him recoil and sigh before pulling you into a big hug.
âIm lucky you donât have to be there 24/7. What would I do without youâ he laughs.
âProbably starve as youâd forget to eat!â You hum in thought.
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y/user: Racing in Australia!
Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesnât go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!
Round Three đŠđș Of course I couldnât come in and not offer fairy bread (as requested by my adopted grid son Oscar Piastri) and my famous Chicken Parm Sandwiches for the team which went down a treat!
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-> landonorris: donât tell Jon, he said I couldnât have any âŠ
-> y/user: and rat out my second grid son, no way!
danielricciardo: brought back childhood memories! Thanks for coming all the way to VCARB for delivery!
-> y/user: you are welcome Dani! đŠđșđš
âThank you for the fairy bread!â Oscar said pulling you into a hug as you came back to get your container from the McLaren garage, seeing it fully empty.
âEveryone enjoy? Even though I felt like a child making it?â You laugh knowing it wasnât exactly a chef thing to make but Oscar had asked for it, and who were you to deny the literal son you had adopted since he started.
âYeah, Lando hadnât ever tried it and I made it for Lily once to prove to her it was a real thing we ate but the bread kinda ended up being soggy, she preferred yours a lot moreâ he laughed back and you continued to talk about racing, cooking, life and everything else that just came up.
Halfway through that conversation Lando joined pulling his grid mum into a massive hug and asking her to bake him some cake or make the chicken wraps.
Fun fact, Y/N actually invented the chicken wrap for Lando. She became Landoâs private chef for a while when he lived in the UK, and he wasnât ⊠well I mean heâs Lando and if anyone expects him to know even know to turn on an oven you are sorely mistaken.
Eventually a group of drivers were around the woman, and it took Peter and Lewis forcing their way through to get her to come back.
âYouâve been busy!â He smiles nodding his head to the now dispersing group.
âYeah, just talking to the kids!â You grin, nodding in the McLaren twins direction who were now messing around with each other.
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y/user: Racing in Azerbaijan!
Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesnât go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!
Round Four đŠđż Cooked up a storm off track today in a cooking interview and remaking one of the first dishes I learnt in school âUzbek Plovâ
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inthekitchen: pleasure to have you in and talking while cooking :)
-> y/user: thank you for all the fun! đ«¶đŒ
peter.bonn: This was nice, but Iâm going to need some comfort food soon baby, these variations of meat and rice ⊠itâll be the end of me.
-> y/user: I thought you enjoyed my cooking!
-> peter.bonn: I DO! Just missing some creature comforts!
âYou were amazing in that interview baby!â He says twirling you around as he came to pick you up on the Saturday evening. You had unfortunately missed qualifying, but you were excited to hear about your husbands day.
âThank you, how was qually?â You ask.
âCould have been better, could have been worseâ he admits looking down. He then tells you all about his frustrations with the car this season and he feels pretty helpless when it comes to advising Lewis who is getting more and more hot headed as the season progresses.
âWell I made your favourite!â You grin showing him the famous Victoria Sponge youâd made on the cooking show.
âOh fuck, I love you!â He grins before directing you over to the car to get you both back to the hotel as soon as possible so he can have some of the delicacy in the tin on your lap.
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y/user: Racing in Miami
Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesnât go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!
Round Five đșđž My husbands been getting fussier. Now in the homeland where there is no cuisine ⊠weâve gone for the requested creature comforts. From Breakfast to Lunch here are Peterâs faves!
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peter.bonn: best waffles ever đ§
âThank you, I think I really needed that meal! As much as love the differentiation with this global skills challenge. I needed something to remind me of home! The waffles were perfect. And my favourite Sandwich? I canât wait to see what youâve got planned for Monaco next week!â He grins happily. Loving that you were cooking him something for every race.
âOoo that reminds me. I picked you up theseâ you grin. Out from your bag you pull out a box of American Candy that he always wanted whenever you guys were in the states.
âIn Moderation okay? Toto will murder me if he knows all these desserts are happening!â You smile kissing him before placing the sweets in his hand.
You had big plans for Monaco and you couldnât wait!
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⥠I knew it, I know you - FC 43 âĄ
Based off the song: I knew it, I know you by Gracie Abrams
Summary: You and Franco dated but when things took a turn with your career, your world got turned upside down.
Author's note: i was told i should add additional parts to this plot so lmk if that's something you guys would like to see <3
WC: 3309
CW: fights, brief mention of a car crash, a bit of angst i think
You swore to god, you hadnât thought of him in ages. But there he was, plastered all over social media as a driver for Williams for the remainder of the season in F1. The man who absolutely destroyed you. But you had also destroyed him. You had destroyed each other towards the end of your relationship.Â
You and Franco dated back when the two of you were in F2 and F3. The two of you had hit it off almost instantly, already so drawn to each other. You werenât gonna lie, the two of you almost werenât a thing. You are terrible at not only initiating, but also keeping conversations going. But the fact that Franco was so bold and carefree, he was able to stick with you till you opened up out of your shell, which was truly insane to you. And youâre grateful for him and everything he has done for you, no matter what went down all that time ago.Â
The two of you were always there for eachother, whether one was winning races or not. You would always scream the loudest when he won. Every single time he was on the podium, youâd be so incredibly proud of him, standing there watching in awe, tears streaming down your face. Youâd never met someone so perfect.Â
He was so different from anyone youâd ever met. He was valiant, hilarious, strong, and so beautiful, on the inside and out. He knew youâd often struggled with your mental health and maintaining relationships, whether platonic or romantic. But he stayed, he actually stayed, through all your faults. He loved you anyway. He was the best thing that ever was yours.Â
But now itâs like heâs on another planet, you wonder how the weather is there.Â
While you were proud of him for making it to F1, you still couldnât help but feel a bit of annoyance. The two of you would often talk about the future together. The plan was always to work your asses off and make it to F1 together. He was gonna be the first Argentinian driver in ages, and you were gonna be the first woman in ages to drive in F1. During this time, you guys were gonna save money and buy your dream home together. Heâd always wanted a big patio where you two could do barbeques together, where he could bring his family. He also wanted a pool where everyone could enjoy their time together, away from the cameras and chaos.Â
But now those dreams are just that. Dreams.Â
The breakup wasnât necessarily mutual or on good terms. Franco initially wanted to work things out and talk but you didnât think itâd fix anything. Things were already getting rocky as your racing career was coming to an end. After a bad accident all those years ago, you werenât able to get back in the car. And for that, you were so angry. Racing was all you could do, you didnât have a backup plan. Your anger got the best of you and you were taking it out on those around you. Franco got the worst of it though wanting to do his best to help you, but all it did was make you feel pitied.Â
Things just kept spiraling from there, til you officially ended things with him.Â
It was the night after the F2 race in Monaco. You had been there the whole weekend, cheering on all your friends. You were making your way to see Franco but you were stopped by a journalist. You werenât really in the mood to speak to a stranger but you decided it wouldnât do any harm to stop for a minute or two.Â
The journalist was a young man, about your age and a bit taller than you.Â
âHello, thanks for taking a moment to speak with me.â
You simply smile at him, still not feeling all that sociallike.Â
âI just wanted to ask you a few questions, if thatâs alright.ââSure. Hit me.â
âMy first question is, how does it feel to have had to drop out of racing due to your crash back in Australia?ââOh well, you know, it didnât feel great. Iâm super disappointed in my performance from that day and of course not being able to race again has been a big struggle. I miss it a lot, but thereâs nothing I can do now besides keep going. Iâm still gonna come to some of the races and cheer on and support my friends.â
âAmazing. Now, how does it feel to know you wonât be the next woman in Formula 1? To know that youâve essentially let down so many women, young and old, with you leaving the sport?â
You were honestly baffled by that question. Why the fuck would he ask that? Who in their right mind asks that?Â
You seriously had no words, so you simply nodded your head and walked away.Â
When you reached Franco, he could practically smell the rage emanating from you.Â
âAmor, whatâs wrong?â going to touch your arm, before you quickly pull away.
âNothing. Letâs go.âÂ
Your shortness with him wasnât new at this point, so he stayed quiet till you guys reached your flat.
Once you guys had walked in, he was quick to ask what happened at the track that led you to be stomping around with smoke coming out your ears. You told him everything that happened with the journalist, and he was nothing but sorry that something like that had happened to you. He knew how hard your transition was into a life without racing.Â
âBaby, I know things are hard right now, but we can figure it out. This isnât the end.â Franco tried to reason with you. But all you could see was red, feeling an intense pressure and heat in your chest.Â
âYou donât even get it. My career is over, everything Iâve worked towards is gone. I have nothing left.â
Your words hit Franco, like a knife. You had nothing left? What about him?
âThere are so many things you can do. Weâll find something that works for you. Stop being negative and actually try.âÂ
âFuck you. I am trying, you donât understand how hard this is. Everythingâs working for you. Your life is perfect and amazing. Stop pitying me. Iâm not a child.â
Somewhere in the chaos in your mind, you had lost all sense of where you were and who you were talking to. All you knew was that you were screaming everything you felt.Â
Your mind was racing, you werenât making total sense.Â
After the race today and having dealt with you these past few months, he was tired. He wasnât gonna coddle you and go easy on you anymore.Â
âWell youâre sure acting like one. You need to grow up. Shit happens and you have to deal with it. Not everything will work out in life, you just have to deal with it.â
âEasy for you to say. Your life is perfect and you have everything you want.â
âIf I had everything I wanted, then I wouldnât have a girlfriend whoâs giving up. Iâd have a better girlfriend.âÂ
What? Did he really just say that? I hate when we fight, sucks when we fight.Â
âI canât pretend Iâm sorry, when Iâm not sorry. All Iâve ever done was my best when it comes to you and us. Unfortunately your girlfriend is awful.âÂ
You looked him in the eye one final time, âGet out. Weâre done.âÂ
âThatâs it? Youâre gonna give up so easily?â he lets out a huff, âTypical of you to give up, again. Let me know when youâve grown up.âÂ
With the slamming of the door, he was gone. That was the last time you saw him.
After a few days of radio silence from you, Franco felt abandoned. Heâd already felt lost when you told him to leave, the second the door slammed closed, he almost went back in through the door to fix everything. It felt as if you didnât care about his feelings, like heâd been cut a thousand times. Franco actually struggled to keep it together. He didnât realize how much he needed you in his life. He didnât realize how he depended on you, on your support, your touch and how it kept him sane and stable when everything around him was just pure chaos.Â
It was hard for him to race after that day. And words could never describe how his heart hurt when he got called up to F1, when he got a seat. He immediately thought of you, he was living your dream after all - he couldnât even share the experience with you, you werenât by his side anymore. You were gone.Â
Until now.Â
Since that day, you have been working on yourself. You were in therapy now and continuing school to become an engineer. You thought, maybe since you canât be in the car, you could work around it or with it. Things had been looking better. You started to surround yourself with love and support from your friends and family.Â
You were on a work trip in Texas, helping a company work on a new up and coming project that could be innovative, when you got a call from an old friend. Oscar had seen through social media that you were in Texas, and invited you to see the race at COTA. When he initially offered the invitation, you almost didnât go since you didnât think itâd be a good idea, considering how you and Franco had left off. But it had been years, maybe it wouldnât be such a bad idea. You would be able to go and support the rookies and maybe make up with Franco.Â
Itâs not like you didnât feel love for him anymore. Maybe you two could work things out and get back to where you were. So you told Oscar youâd be at COTA.Â
âThatâs great! Iâm so glad youâll be able to make it. Itâs been so long and Iâm sure Lily would love to see you too.â âOmg, Iâm so excited to see her again! Iâve missed her so much.â âYeah. So, Iâm sure youâve heard. Franco is driving for Williams for the rest of the season, so heâll be at COTA. Will you guys be able to keep it civil if you run into each other?â
âI can. Iâve lived a lot and Iâve let the rain in since everything. Itâs just a matter of how heâll react.â âIâm not gonna lie, I think heâs been waiting for an apology from you. Er, at least he did for a while.â âYeah, he deserves one from me. I was pretty shitty to him, I know that now.âÂ
âIâm glad you were able to sort everything out on your end, hopefully you two can be friendly again.â âMaybe. I gotta go, Osc. Talk soon.â
âTalk soon.â
The amount of various feelings flowing through your body was making you physically shake. You were excited, nervous, happy, and everything mixed into one.Â
You pull up Francoâs contact, thinking itâd be better to reach out and arrange a meeting rather than bombarding him at the track.Â
You must have typed and deleted about 50 messages before settling on a simple âheyâ
Franco didnât expect to see your name show up on his screen. He chuckled bitterly at the irony of life, bringing you back onto his path after being the one to send him away. He doesnât even know how he feels about you anymore.Â
âHeyâ he replied
âHow are you?â
âIâm okay. You?â
âIâm okayâ
Three minutes pass, you simply just stare at the screen, not knowing how to proceed. You watch as three dots float on the corner of your screen.Â
âWhat do you want?â
Damn, harsh much?
âI was wondering if you wanted to meet up sometime this weekend? Oscar invited me to watch the race and I thought maybe we could talk. I think Iâve calmed down since the last time we spoke.â
âSure. I don't know when exactly Iâll be available but I can text you closer to the weekendâ
âThat sounds good. Thanks for being cool about this.â
âNo problem, see you soon.â
He was quick to cut the conversation. Maybe he's just busy. You decide to put your phone away and focus on some work stuff.Â
The weekend comes around quickly and you find yourself wandering around the paddock alone. You werenât able to make it Friday, but at least youâre here for qualifying. You managed to get a few minutes with Oscar and Lando, catching up a bit before they had to get ready for qualis. You made your way to where you were gonna watch the race, texting Franco at the same time.Â
He was letting you know heâll be able to meet up with you after the race today. You were so incredibly nervous because you wanted things to work out between the two of you. You missed him. He was your best friend, and you guess that was the worst part of losing him. If he just said when, youâd play again because you felt more in brief moments with him, than with anyone else.Â
You sat down and watched the qualifiers, screaming and cheering everytime one of your boys passed someone or did something impressive. You didnât realize how much youâd missed this. Watching and cheering on your friends from the sidelines. It felt good to watch them achieve their dreams, even if you couldnât reach yours. Franco ended up in P6, which was impressive considering heâs only raced a few times in an F1 car, and heâs in a Williams car.Â
After about 20 minutes, Franco texted you, letting you know to meet him in his driver's room. You made your way to his room after getting lost for about 8 minutes, when someone eventually felt bad for you and pointed you in the right direction.Â
You walked up the steps to his room, standing there for a minute, nervous about seeing him. Itâs been about 2 years since you last saw each other. You wonder if he looks any different now. Of course youâd seen his pictures around, but sometimes the cameras donât catch certain things. Like how his eyes are essentially a kaleidoscope of everything youâve ever loved, how his nose crinkles a bit at the bridge when heâs happy.Â
Fuck it, enough stalling. You knock on the door and wait there for a response. After a minute, you donât hear one so you assume you didnât knock loud enough. You raise your hand to knock again when the door swings open. When it opens, your eyes quickly find his.Â
He looks deep in your eyes, trying to find a glimpse of the past in them, a recollection of the memories you shared together, but itâs like youâre not there anymore. Sure, youâre standing right infront of him, but the you that he knew, the one he fell in love with, is missing.Â
âHeyâ he said softly.Â
âHeyâÂ
You two stood there in silence for a moment, sort of processing that youâre seeing eachother again in person. As if your brains are trying to decipher whether this is real or a hallucination.Â
The silence breaks when Franco shakes his head and clears his throat,Â
âCome in.â he says, holding the door open for you.Â
You walk in, brushing past him.Â
The room is spacious, quiet, yet suffocating.Â
You walk to the middle of the room, feeling a bit self-conscious. Turning back to face Franco, you watch as he closes the door and turns his body to you.Â
âSoââ he says.Â
âSoâ
âWhat did you want to talk about?âÂ
âI wanted to catch up, see how youâre doing. A lot has changed since the last time we saw each other.â you look down, swallowing a gulp before continuing, wringing your hands together, âI also wanted to apologize, for everything. The way I had acted all those years ago, especially towards the end. I wasnât being fair to you and all you wanted to do was be there for me.â
âItâs fine.â he replies, leaning against a counter, crossing his arms over his chest, not giving you an ounce of emotion.
The burning sensation he feels in his chest now isnât love anymore - instead itâs a mixture of pain and anger, feeling a riot form in his emotions. Heâs wasting time on listening to someone who kicked him to the side without caring about how you had let him down when he needed you the most.Â
Well, you didnât know what to expect, but it surely wasnât that dry and short answer.Â
âThatâs it? I came all this way to come and see you and apologize, and all I get is âfineâ?!â
âI said âitâs fineâ actually.âÂ
Why was he being like this? You get that you fucked up a lot and that you had hurt him, but if this was how he was going to act, you werenât sure if you wanted to continue this conversation.Â
âWhy did you even agree to talking to me, if this is how youâre gonna act?â
âHow am I acting?â âLike you donât give a fuck. Like you just wanna gloat, see how badly I was doing. You donât know how to step outside yourself.â âYou think so little of me? Itâs not my fault you canât sit with the hard thing.â
âWell when the proof is in the pudding then yeah. Are you even sad about the fact that we donât talk anymore? That all we had is gone?â
âIâm not the one who ended things, you were. Youâre the one who ruined us.âÂ
âI blew all my plans, just to get to talk to you today. Iâm trying to fix everything that I broke but youâre not letting me.â âMaybe you arenât trying enough.â he says as he pushes off the counter and walks towards you, stopping a few inches from you. Close enough that you can feel each other's breathing.Â
âNot trying enough? Or not enough for you? For your deluded self?â
âIâm not the problem here, especially considering Iâm the one driving in F1.â
âI should be the one with this chance, not you! All you have is an inflated ego and your shallow thinking.â
âI was the one who worked my ass off to get here. Iâm sorry you couldnât join me in this like we had planned, but itâs not my fault that things fell this way.â
âI should be in your seat, not you!âÂ
âNo, you donât deserve this seat. I actually put in the work to be here.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about? I earned my way through those races. I was one of the best.â
âKeyword: was.â
âYou know that crash stopped me from driving. I canât get back in the car.â âCanât or wonâtâÂ
âCanâtâ
âNo, youâre just a fucking pussy. Youâre too scared to get back in the car cause you know you canât do it. You canât amount to anything.You know that even if you get back in the car, youâll never get a seat in F1.â
You stand there for a beat. You never knew he could be so mean. Maybe you brought it out of him.Â
Itâs all your fault. Youâre the problem.Â
You feel the tears threatening to spill. You take a breath before saying, âI thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose.â
He looks you up and down, lip twitching, âI guess I lied. I had the wrong idea about you.â
An all too familiar sight, his back, as he walks out the door, again, because of you.Â
You really thought you would get what you wanted. But what did you want?
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Some Carlos facts and stats after the Mexican GP 2024:
Since Australia '24, Carlos did not finish anywhere above 3rd till USA '24, where he finished second, followed by Mexico '24, where he won. There is a 14 race gap between Australia and USA.
Nobody had won from pole in Mexico since 2016 till 2022. In 2016, it was Lewis who got pole and then won the race. In 2022, it was Max who was on pole and won the race from the same. Carlos, by winning this year, has made himself the third driver to achieve this since 2016.
Carlos made this Ferrari third win ever in Mexico. The first one was scored by Jacky Ickx in 1970 and the second one was scored by Alain Prost in 1990.
This race was the only third race to be won from pole in the previous 12 Grands Prix (Lando did it by winning in Netherlands and then in Singapore).
This was Carlos first ever podium in Mexico. He had never been on podium on this track before this.
Carlos is also the first ever native Spanish-speaker to have won in Mexico City, the largest Spanish-speaking city in the world.
This is also the first time Carlos has won more than 1 race in the same season, the first one being Australia '24.
With this race win, Ferrari moves up to 2nd place after McLaren in the Constructor's championship points table, pushing Red Bull to drop to 3rd.
This is also the first time George Russell did not crash or end up DNFing when Carlos won the race. Russell finished an exceptional 5th.
This is the second time we have had the privilege to witness a Carlando 1-2 finish, the first one being Singapore '23, where, coincidentally, Carlos won too, with Lando coming in second.
This is the third time Carlos has converted his pole position to a successful race win. First one was Silverstone '22 and the second one was Singapore '23.
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Clash of Champions | MV1 , LH44
Act 2. Part 6 : The Truth Unraveling
Ships : Max Verstappen x Engineer! Reader, Lewis Hamilton x Engineer! Reader
Genre : Drama, Angst, Romance
Warning : Morally Grey Characters, Manipulation, Blackmail, Swearing
A/N : Rahhhh! Iâm so sorry for taking so long to update, forgive me.
Summary : The rivalry between the titans of Formula 1 goes off track and only one will reign victorious.
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Distinguished, proud, and dignified are words paralleled to the motorhome of Mercedes Amg Petronas F1 team. The team where this eraâs champions are bred and trained. It was the model of what a Formula 1 team should be.
However, this is all in the perception of the common fan âa facade carefully built for the media and their sponsors. In reality everything was far from it. Manipulation, deceit, and sketchy dealings are rampant behind closed doors. Rumors and slander come out of that place on the daily. And in the world of Formula 1 when scandals arise, however unjust and cruel â a person is guilty until proven. That was the deal.
All are well aware of such a notion. And when Mercedes had posted an official statement about Y/N L/Nâs supposed lawsuit. The entirety of motorsport was in shock and disbelief. Many were convinced about the allegations and had petitioned for your removal from the sport, while the few who had actually known you had stood by your integrity and your character as a person.
In an instant, your years of hard work were put under a microscope and are being devalued to its foundations. Your presence as a woman in motorsports was already a hot matter, and some are only waiting for you to trip. And now they have the opportunity to discredit you.
Inside the motorhome of Mercedes, chatters and whispers littered every corner and every wall. Not one Mercedes employee wasn't talking about the topic of Y/N L/Nâs lawsuit. With them insulting your name â most of which are the engineers who were envious of your success. Nevertheless, in the darkness there are some fireflies where they light up the night by a fraction. These are the people who actually directly worked with you⊠they were not your friends, but they cannot diminish your work as they saw it first hand.
And they were the people who saw the change in Lewis Hamilton upon your departure from the team. They knew that you and Lewis were dating, but they kept it to themselves. They were not blind nor were they stupid, but why should they care? The team was winning, that was all that mattered.
However, when you left and went to Red Bull and became Max Verstappenâs engineer â they watched as Lewis lost himself bit by bit. First came anger and agitation, Lewis was livid inside the motorhome, snapping at everyone and everything. Then day by day every ounce of spark had drained from the driverâs body, leaving a hollow vessel behind. He no longer went out drinking with the team, no more parties and galas, no more women.
Until that one fateful day where everyone was mandated to celebrate in a club chosen by their boss specifically out of nowhere. Lewis was with the other drivers only nursing a single drink in his hand. Up to, late that night when he looked out of it and a girl was in his arms kissing him feverishly. They thought that Lewis was back to his partying playboy personality.
However they were gravely mistaken, as the morning after Lewis was back to the hollow and empty version of himself and he went on racing on autopilot. Another drastic change had happened to Lewis Hamilton that got the team on their toes â Lewis Hamilton was suddenly filled with determination and resolve , for what? They did not know. Not till they heard of the news of the party in Monaco where Y/N L/N had Max Verstappen wrapped around her finger and had made a fool out of their boss.
Lewis came back a man with a purpose, it was as if he was in his rookie years filled with so much resolve and focus to prove himself. And they could only point all of this to one person. The person who turned their motorhome upside down â Y/N L/N.
And so , when theyâve gotten news about the lawsuit, they immediately informed Lewis.
He was already on edge from his loss to Max in the race and he was furious at your exchange of affection with Max on the podium. Lewis was not angry with you. How could he? You were his light.It was his fault for letting you go into the arms of the enemy. He knew that it was his mistake for taking you for granted. Lewis knew that he shouldâve loved you and came clean when he had you. You wouldâve understood⊠Lewis knew that you would. He knew you â he was sure of it.
Lewis knew that he shouldâve told you the truth and confessed his sins⊠be he was too ashamed and guilty for what he has done to you. Ultimately, he was terrified that you would never forgive him for what he had agreed to do. He was afraid that you wouldâve left when you came to know that his relationship with you was tailored by Toto Wolff. But you had already left him for an entirely different reason.
It was just supposed to be business and nothing more for the British driver but now all things were clouded as he found himself in the clutches of Love itself. Maybe it was his punishment for his selfishness and greed for success. But you cannot blame him for wanting the best for himselfâ after his father sacrificed so much for his dream. The temptation of Wolffâs words was a trap that he willingly went under.
Date the girl, make her content with what she had and nothing more. Tie her down and make her loyal to him and the team. Make her believe that it was him and her against the world. Keep it a secret so he would still be free.
It was easy to pretend at firstâ Lewis always thought that Y/N L/N had everything made easy for her. Lewis had despised that you had climbed the ladders so quickly in such a short amount of time⊠where he had to bear the prejudice, discrimination, bigotry and grudgingly wait, swallowing his pride for so many years at the chance in Formula 1. He hated that the pretty girl had made her way through the system without much of a hiccup.
With the plan in mind, Lewis started with flirting here and thereâ which Y/N had only prompted back with humor, not showing any true interest. Then came the banter, side jokes, and actually spending time together that ultimately opened the avenue of Lewis to get to know you, proving Lewis wrong of his prejudice against you. He saw himself in you, the pain and struggle that came with not fitting in with the cookie cutter image of Formula 1. Lewis Hamilton had seen your courage, tenacity, and will to prove to everyone that you belonged in the sport. In this you had earned his respect.
The friendship between the two of you bloomed. Lewis eagerly sought for your companionship and conversation, he had found a true friend in you. Then the gifts had started coming in â it was all in good heartedness at first, a true gesture of appreciation. Everything was innocent at first, Lewis had forgotten why he had approached you in the first place. That was till the big boss had reminded him of their agreement and toxified Lewisâ mind yet again â that he needed to prove himself to the world and to the team and all that. Then the flirtings came back and the intention of making Y/N his came back. And this time it was successful, Y/N had shown reciprocation to his advances.
Lewis had officially taken Y/N for himself. Lewis had enjoyed his time with you, all the memories youâve built together from then forward were authentic and true. Through every ups and downs, you were with him. Without notice, Lewis Hamilton had unknowingly truly fallen for you. His agreement with Toto was the last thing on his mind.
However, that love was not enough to distinguish his desire for greatness. Lewis was still consumed by what the world offered. But everything became real and true way too fast for Lewis when the entry of a young Dutch driver to Formula 1 had happened. Suddenly his reign was shaken and it had clouded his judgment, even towards the person that he had loved. Lewis saw your friendly interactions with Max and he had seen you defend the young driver. In his panic, jealousy, and uncertainty, He had allowed Toto to manipulate him against the very person who had shown him love and care. He had once again allowed someone to poison his mind against you.
Lewis had started to doubt you and your love for him. He allowed the rumors and false accounts on you get to his head. And to his shame, Lewis had believed the stupidest thing that he couldâve thoughtâ that Y/N was causing and conspiring in his fall and loss of the championship.
Lewis had believed that Y/N had betrayed him. He believed Totoâs words and he allowed Toto to demote Y/N. Lewis knew that he chose to believe everyone but the person that had loved him. And this had caused him the person he loved. Y/N had left him.
Regret was short of what Lewis felt. The emotional pain had manifested into pain that he felt on the outside. Lewis had felt pain like no other at the loss of Y/N. But it was a pain that he would choose to go through, if it meant that he finally realized the mistakes that brought pain to his Y/N. He would gladly go through the pain if it meant that he finally realized the depth of his love for the girl he once took for granted.
And He promised to himself that he will get her back and prove himself worthy to Y/N. Lewis Hamilton will take all means necessary to right his wrongs â and it starts within Mercedes, where the root of the problems began. Fuck the championship and the team. He wont let them touch Y/N again.
Exploding with simmering rage, Lewis had found himself in front of Toto Wolffâs office. Not bothering to knock, he had opened the door with a crashing bang not caring if he broke the office door or if everyone heard the commotion.
âWOLFF!! What the fuck do you think youâre doing?!â The loud shouts of Lewis filled the entire office.
âCalm down and close the damn door, Lewisâ there sat behind his office table, a stack of paper in hand â Toto Wolff. The manâs expression was unreadable and cold. Toto knew how to keep his reactions and emotions away from the English champion. Toto Wolff always knew how to control and deal with Lewis Hamilton ⊠until Lewis had fallen for Y/N L/N for real.
Toto can read Lewis Hamilton like an open bookâ Toto knew what Lewisâ thoughts were before he said them. But when Lewis had started to deviate from the plan, Lewis Hamiltonâs priority had shifted. The champion had set his heart on you.
Lewis Hamilton had deviated from the plan. He wasnât supposed to fall in love with the engineer. No, the plan was to date the girl to keep her in Mercedes, be his race engineer and keep her in line.
This was set between Lewis and Toto from when he transferred to the team. From day 1, everything was set in stone. But to Toto Wolffâs vexation, Y/N L/N had always come up on top.
Y/N L/N had turned his golden driver, the key to his success and fortune against him. Lewis Hamilton was no longer the puppet he could control. Just because he fell to the charms of the engineer.
âShut the fuck up Wolff! Drop the fucking lawsuit on Y/N or Iâll swear Iâll tear this team and your reputation apartâ Lewis raged, muscles tensing as he jabbed his finger menacingly at Toto.
***
âChristian what is this about? What is going on?â After you had received the urgent news. You had quickly made your way towards the Red Bull Motorhome.
Your phone was blasted with notifications from all social media platforms. Mercedes had the insolence of posting in the media of something that wasnât yet to be discussed with you nor Red Bull. You knew that this was another dirty tactic on their part
âTheyâre suing you and the team for a data and contract breachâ Christian had said begrudgingly as he sat back his chair, a hand on the bridge of his nose.
âWhat? On what grounds?â You asked exasperated as you took a seat in front of Christianâs table.
âHereâs a copy of their claimâ Christian gave you a copy of the paper from Mercedes. You flipped through the pages and you couldnât help but mockingly laugh.
You were being sued on the grounds of sharing information on team and driver strategies to Red Bull and that you didnât finish your employment contract with them. You could help but think of how desperate and pathetic they could be.
How can they be so petty and think of you cheating just cause they couldnât win against you.
âWow, they couldnât handle the fact that theyâre loosing, huh. What did the FIA say?â You once again asked your team principal.
Suddenly the door opened revealing a disheveled Maxâ who seemed to have ran his way here.
âWhat the fuck did I hear about a lawsuit?!â Max was hysterical as he made his way into the room.
Christian didnât mind the Dutch driver as he answered my question.
âThey havenât contacted us yet, but expect that you will be suspended from engineering for Max till end of the season.â A look of sympathy had shown itself on the principal.
âThey wouldnât dare! Y/N is innocent! Just cause they cant swallow their incompetence, they target Y/N?! Cowardly motherfuckersâ Max ranted.
They expected you to cower and run for the hills, but this was something you had already planned on them doing. Petty and underhanded actions are Mercedesâ MO and you are prepared for it.
If they wanted to play it this way, then youâll up them in their own game.
âDonât worry, Y/N. Weâll have your back and weâll do everything in our power to prove your innocenceâ Christian had said showing his support. Meanwhile Max was on his phone typing away muttering under his breath that heâll pay millions for the best lawyer for you.
âThank you Christian, itâs very much appreciated! Great to know the team has my back. But I think we should fight fire by fire firstâ you smiled at them menacingly as looks of confusion appeared on them.
âWhat do you mean, Liebling?â Max questioned
âA counterclaim on Mercedes on the grounds of employee maltreatment and workplace harassment â donât worry, Nico will testify if neededâ You smiled brightly, as if what you said was nothing.
âIt will only be fair if we take this to the media as well right? They did start it firstâ you added.
âThat will ruin the reputation of Mercedes⊠are you sure, y/n? They will be out for blood.â Christian warned.
The pain, humiliation, and mental abuse youâve experienced in that motorhome, everything theyâve done to you came rushing back.
âTheyâve ruined mine and theyâre dragging the team into. Its only fairâ
âY/N there are hundreds of employees at Mercedes that will face fire. Are you certainly sure?â
âMercedes will survive, itâs only the principal and top management that needs total revamping.â
***
Red Bull had just posted their response to Mercedes and all of motorsports was having a field day. All sports news was covering the debacle between the two motor teams.
Your phone was once again lighting up with notifications. And one particular message has gotten your attention that you couldnât help but reply.
Upon reading the last reply, your heart dropped to your stomach. Should you ask Max?
Max wouldnât do anything like that right? Max knew what Toto Wolff had done to you⊠he wouldnât work with Toto right?
Max knew you detested the man that made your life a living hell. Max would never.
Yeah ⊠he wouldnât.
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