#to swear and get angry at his race engineer

[beabnormal24]

Can I just say?

Yes, Carlos does perhaps open the radio a lot and- to do what?

To complain if someone is doing what he thinks might be a move against the rules (like everyone else).

To discuss strategies (like everyone else).

To give his opinion and ask the team for a change in strategies (like some other people).

To sing with his race engineer after a victory (like some other people).

To complain when the outcome of a decision is not right (as he did or did not expect, but still, like everyone else).

To say that he’s alright after a nasty crash (like everyone else).

He does use the radio a lot, but he uses it for the right motifs, so yes- Sky Italia, he doesn’t open the radio for other reasons than the one written right here, which makes a big difference.

[missnxthingg]

could you do a lando norris x reader smut with that damn sucker at the austrian grand prix after he DNFed and maybe the reader gets turned on by his frustration and anger.

YOU'RE HOT WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY

Pairing: Lando Norris x Girlfriend!Reader Warnings: Smut & swearing Words: 1.8K (a shorty, compared to my other works) Author's note: Thank you so much for being so quick with the request. Loved doing this because angry Lando is absolutely hot. Also, found this template for the cover pic and absolutely loved it. It's so different.

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After the crash, Lando was pissed, to say the least. So far, things have been looking good for him this season. At the Austrian Grand Prix, the 11th race of the season, he was the only driver to finish among the points in the grid. But after a streak of almost wins, he crashed his car into Max Verstappen’s at the final laps, having to retire from the race just as he was starting to feel the victory taste between his lips.

He was fuming when he turned off the car in the pits, throwing daggers with his eyes at everyone that crossed him that day. Having to watch the finishing of the race from the garage was frustrating, and the last drop to make him lose it this week. So many almosts, and luck was never in Lando’s favour.

Y/N was gutted for her boyfriend. She had joined him in this triple header because she knew he was feeling very overwhelmed by the season, and it had only got worse after his bitter P2 at the Spanish Grand Prix. That day in Austria, she had been watching it from the garage and was one of the first people Lando met after the DNF. He quickly pecked her lips to find some comfort, but was so angry that didn’t want to be around her to affect her somehow.

Knowing he needs his space when he’s frustrated, Y/N stayed behind and watched Lando do his job. He was talking to his engineers, trying to at least help Oscar with the best outcome of the race, but he was angry, and his face showed. Jaw tense, fire in his eyes, no bubbly smiles. And somehow, that turned her on.

Usually, after bad races like this, she takes her time showering him with love and support through the whole night after the poor result. But Y/N was needy, and seeing him with the droplets of sweat on his forehead, disappointed look on his face and his suit hanging low on his hips were doing things to her. Well, to the point where her panties were soaking wet just by looking at him.

She tried hiding it while they were on track, but Lando noticed she was behaving weird, trying to keep more quiet as they were still surrounded by a lot of more people. He frowned when she tried her best to escape him after the post race media pen, and found it weird again when she changed her behaviour once they were in his driver's room.

He had sneaked away from the crowd a minute before her. Lando closed his eyes, breathing deep, trying to assimilate and calm from what had happened. He was only taken out of his trance when his girlfriend snaked her arms around his waist and started pressing kisses to his jaw. He opened the first genuine smile that day when he finally felt her right there with him.

“Hi, baby”, he said, making Y/N smile to finally have his attention. “I love you so much”

“Always nice to hear that after hours seeing your cranky face”, she said. “I love you more”.

“Probably impossible”, he winked, making her giggle. Then he pecked her lips, feeling easier to have her around, even though he still didn't understand her behaviour from earlier. 

“You good?”, she asked, and Lando sighed.

“I will be”, he assured, holding her a little tighter. “You make me better”.

Y/N smiled at his words and locked their lips together in a sweet kiss. But soon they turned things around into a more steamy make out, that had her palming his cock through his fireproofs. He moaned at the contact, but stop the kiss to see what that was about.

“You were literally avoiding me a few minutes ago, and now you're doing this?”

“I was avoiding you because I was horny, you muppet. Would've come undone right in front of everyone if I didn’t ignore you”, she smirked, making him smile. “But God, you look so hot when you're angry”.

“So you’re taking advantage of my misery?”, he provoked with a smirk, but didn't last long with his boyish behaviour when she started massaging his balls. “Oh, baby, this feels so good”.

“Let me take care of you, my love”, she pecked his lips again, making him smile in response. “Want to turn this day around for you”

Y/N gently pulled him to sit on his couch and kneeled in front of him. Then she took off his fireproofs, leaving him in his underwear between those tiny four walls. But before she could jump into giving him pleasure, he dug his digits on the skin of her waist, pulling her into his lap. She straddled his laps and sunk into him as they made out, trying to make it as silent as possible.

“Need you”, he whined, feeling that his boxers were too thick for his liking. Lando wanted to feel his girl more than anything.

“Let me make you feel good, baby”.

Y/N trailed kisses down his torso, her lips feeling like silk against his skin. Lando felt them burning deliciously through him and urged to feel her touch more and more. When his girl finally pulled his underwear down and wrapped her hands around his base, Norris lost it, throwing his head back in pleasure.

She licked him from up and down, but not doing much to get his relief. Lando was whining and groaning in frustration, but Y/N was taking her time with him.

“Fuck”, he moaned. “Please do something, angel. I need you”.

Y/N decided to grant his wish, popping the tip of his cock inside her mouth. Lando grunted with the move, and moaned louder when she started taking all of his length in her mouth. He could feel him hitting the back of her throat turning him into a mess.

“Baby, your mouth feels so good”, he held her hair away from her face and started thrusting a little into her throat. “Won't last long with you making me feel like this, fucking hell”.

Y/N stood quiet, completely focused on giving him pleasure. But desperate for some relief, she started  clenching her tights, needing some sort of friction between her legs. Lando noticed, and he most definitely didn’t want to leave his girl wanting him just as much as he wanted her.

“Baby, if you want me to continue, you're gonna have to stop”, he groaned, but she didn’t stop, only taking him further into her mouth. “Please, Y/N. Wanna feel your pussy around me”.

Those words had convinced her, who took his cock out of her mouth with a pop. Lando smiled with her move, pulling her by the arms to make her sit on his lap again. Then she kissed him once again, feeling him hard against her legs, and turning her on even more, if it was possible.

“Wanna cum inside you”, he admitted, letting his hand wrap around her throat. “Can I, baby?”

“Only if you bring back that angriness you were showing earlier in the garage”, she smirked. “It was fucking hot”.

“You want rough, uhm?”, Lando smirked once again, adding more pressure to her throat. “Ask for it, angel”.

“Please, Lan. I need you”, she whined, not really able to properly form sentences at his sudden domination. 

Y/N started to grind against his crotch, feeling some relief from her neediness. But most definitely wasn’t enough. So Lando switched their positions, pressing her against the couch and kissing her once again, as if his life depended on it. 

She was wearing a skirt, and Lando easily found access by pulling her tongue to the side. His fingers ran through her folds, making her moan on his mouth, shivering with the contact on her pussy. It felt even better when he started pumping two fingers inside her.

“Oh, Lando”, she whimpered. “So good, baby”.

“You like it, pretty girl?”, he smirked. “Wanna cum for me, uhm? I want you to cum on my fingers”

“Yes, please. Make me cum. I wanna cum, Lan”.

Y/N had been so far gone for Lando through the whole day that she came undone for him in seconds. But only his fingers weren't enough. She wanted to feel his frustration as a whole, pinning her down on the couch and fucking her senseless. 

“Baby, you’re so needy today”, he smirked, gripping on his cock and brushing the tip on her folds. Both of them moaned with the contact, loving to be this intimate with each other once again. “I'm gonna fill you up so good”

“Please, I need it so bad”, she cried.

When Lando finally put it inside her, Y/N immediately threw her arms and legs around him, wrapping herself onto him, needing to be as close as possible to her boyfriend. Together, they setted a firm pace that had them both in sync at giving each other pleasure. He held her by the throat and kissed her dearly as their hips kept meeting over and over again.

Lando transferred all his anger and frustrations onto his movements, loving that Y/N gave him the opportunity to feel better like that. At the end of the day, he would always win if he was with her. He knew that as he kissed her, feeling her pussy starting to clench around his cock.

“Gonna cum again, baby?” Lando asked, and she hummed, trying to nod, but being kept from moving by his hand on her throat. “Hang on, I'm almost there too. Wanna cum together?”

“Yes”.

“Then be a good girl and wait”, he asked, now picking the pace a little bit up, chasing for his high. Lando quickly found it, feeling his veins thicken downstairs and her nails digging on his back. “Fuck, baby, so tight for me. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Lan. Make me cum”

Lando lowered one of his hands to her clit and rubbed it until she came undone for him. Less than a second later, he filled her up with his own cum, finally letting his weight collide over her body. 

Y/N wrapped her arms around Lando and kissed his temples, trying to catch her breathing once again. He relaxed under her touches and pressed kisses to her collarbones as they laid in silence.

“I love you so much”, he said. “Thank you for this. For being my biggest supporter”

“I love you too. And I'll be here for you through the bad and good days”, she assured. “And will suck your cock every time you look pretty when throwing a tantrum”.

They giggled with her statement, sinking into each other, wanting nothing more than to just stay cuddled together, even though they knew they should get going. After all, they had a flight to England to catch.

“So… round two at the plane?”

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okay i’m feeling especially crazy about this concept but imagine like reader having her pr relationship going on and being pissed at george and during qualifying or free practice or even a race, george is halfway through telling her something (maybe telling her something about pace, or what max had been complaining about on the track) and she just goes “no radio!” and cuts him off. i just KNOW george would be so offended cause why would you do that?? i’m supposed to help you why would you do that

ugh yes eve. i love when they're messy it's too good too perfect. okay let's say free practice because i imagine that they have like clear cut rules about arguing during quali especially. and during races they keep it to arguing about race strategy only no petty disagreements allowed😭 but free practice is a free for all and reader takes full advantage of that.

like please they've just had a weird fight/argument where nothing has actually been said, but george is bothered by her pr boyfriend hanging around hospitality and she's annoyed having to pretend she likes her pr boyfriend. and when she gets in the car they're not making eye contact or doing any of their standard pre track rituals. so everyone can tell somethings up😭

and hmm okay, not gonna write a full drabble but here's a little bit of something. not exactly exactly what u were saying because i didn't want to just repeat it. hope u like it tho🥰

The car is shit. The car is so shit.

The wheel is pulling whenever you take a corner and you feel like you're on a roller coaster with the way it's rattling. At this point, it feels like the floor might just drop out from under you. Land on the track and cause a red flag.

You wouldn't be surprised, honestly. It might even be helpful, might stop the rest of the grid from getting valuable practice time in⏤

You veer into the gravel as you take a corner, swear loudly to yourself and force the car back onto asphalt. It takes far more effort than it should, you're fighting the car. It shouldn't be like this. It should glide. It should be smooth. It has been smooth.

You're not sure what's going on.

The garage need to know... George needs to know.

Ugh. George.

Plainly, you're annoyed at him.

George and his loaded looks and pointed comments about safety and that head of prince curls and a line of straight white teeth⏤ okay, you're not supposed to be letting your thoughts go there⏤ it's just difficult to stop them, even if he's being a total arse about your not-boyfriend. Who the fuck is George to say that you're not allowed personal guests? You're the driver! He's your engineer.

Derek can go wherever he pleases as far as you're concerned. Just as long as it's not too close to you.

The car pulls. You swear.

The radio crackles, startling you just as you get the car off gravel.

"Verstappen says you were impeding."

You laugh, sharp, short, humourless at the sound of George's clipped voice, at the irony of you impeding anyone but yourself right now, "Impeding. Ha! Good one."

"It was through turn⏤"

"The car's a piece of shit," you bite, cutting him off, "I can't get it out of the gravel, never mind stop myself from impeding Verstappen."

"Keep that off the radio," he scolds.

You roll your eyes, wrangle a turn like you're wrangling a wild bull, then snap,

"Okay! No radio!", and lean forward, flick the switch to turn the radio firmly off.

It's stiff, unused. There's no rule per se that says you can't turn the radio off whenever you'd like to. But it's frowned upon. You're blind if there's an emergency, a red flag, if they want you into the pits where you're heading anyway. George will be angry. Spewing.

Good.

Exactly how you want him.

i need to make one of those radio graphics that u make for them omg. anyway thank u for this eve!! ur mind!!!!

[honeybadger16]

Charles Leclerc! Boyfriend Headcanons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader 

Warnings: sexual themes, swearing, Charles being a simp for his GF

Word Count: .6k

a/n: Im thirsting over this photo so hard. I want them around my throa-

Charles is such boyfriend material 

the first date would include a tour around Monaco with Charles showing you his favorite spots growing up 

Extremely attentive to your mood and feelings

would actively listen and get angry with you when you come home and vent about the stupid people at your job 

“yeah fuck her” 

if you get a period he’ll get you ten different kinds of chocolates and all the types of pad or tampons the store has 

fusses over you

“you need to stay in bed!”

“Charles I’m just on my period not dying” 

“shh you need all the rest you can get” 

when he’s away for races he’ll text you good morning and night every.single.time.

sends you photos of what reminds him of you 

this included the pink tulips in his mom’s garden, the baby deer he spotted on his run, and the delicious strawberry gelato he got with Arthur

his entire camera roll is photos of you off guard 

to you, the photos should never see the light of day, but Charles could stare at them all day

expect all the pet names in the world with him 

“Mon amour, Mon Chéri, princess, my love, etc.”

speaking of princesses, expect him to treat you like an actual princess

likes to tie your high heels before you go out, so he can sneak a few kisses on your body

when he had a rough day he likes to sit at the piano and play for a bit

you usually sit by him resting your head on his shoulder as he pours out his emotions through his self-written songs 

you would encourage him to release his music on his platforms, giving him the courage to share his creativity with the world

at home dates are a must 

these dates would include binge-watching 2000s romcom movies and eating sugary and fat foods Charles’ nutritionist would not approve of

you would also convince him to let you do skincare on him (face masks, moisturizers, toners, etc.) 

he secretly loves the attention you give him and looks forward to stay-in date nights

this man is so dramatic

would get offended if you watched an episode of a show without him 

“I’m so hurt mon amour how could you do this to me.”

fighting is inevitable for any couple, and yours would most likely stem from the stress of racing and the effects it has on Charles 

Sometimes when Ferrari’s strategy or engineering goes to shit, Charles will come home in a bad mood 

This will cause him to respond in a curt and rude manner

After a few hours have passed he will come and apologize to you, kissing you all over your face asking you to forgive him

he loves when you use flavored lip balm, it gives him an excuse to kiss you more as he tries to guess the flavor

his favorite color on you is red, especially when shopping for lingerie

the first time you wore red underwear for him, he nearly came in his pants 

his mom would approve of the two of you seeing how happy you make Charles 

this man is whipped

he’s constantly heart eyes towards you 

will buy you all the nicest perfumes, jewelry, and shoes 

got you a necklace with the initial C and wears a matching bracelet with the initial of your first name 

loves when you wear his name on your shirt during racing weekend 

people would know that you’re dating regardless of the shirt because he’s attached to you in the paddock

whether it’s holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist he loves feeling you next to him

always looks for you first in the crowd when he stands on the podium 

considers you his rock and would do anything for you 

[adventuringblind]

Sunrise

Oscar Piastri x Autistic!Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: The fans and media get to Oscar’s girlfriend in a way he’ll never forgive

Warnings: SUICIDE AND SH depictions, toxic media, death threats, lack of communication, anxiety, Oscar is a mess.

Notes: …. We’re not talking about my patterns alright. I swear I’m in therapy.

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Oscar is not normally an irrational person. He prides himself on his calm and collected state. Something that his neurodivergent counterpart loves because it makes him easy to read. Everything is clear to her with him.

He adores his girlfriend. Plans to eventually marry her one day. He doesn’t care that her body isn’t the ‘standard’ for beauty because he finds her stunning. He doesn’t care that she has deep passions for her interests and could talk for hours about it because he loves listening.

So why is it his fans don’t get that same thing? Why do the vultures have to attack her for doing nothing wrong?

He ponders these questions as he sits in the hospital waiting room. Fingers crossed he got to her in time.

~

She’d turned off all her notifications on social media. She had to. For some reason now that Oscar and McLaren are on track and fighting again, people are seeming to notice her more often.

Gone are the days of sneaking off into the quiet corners. Numbered are the days she’ll be able to spend with him at this rate.

The death threats started a month ago. To many things she’d rather not think about. The name calling is flat out unnecessary and something she doesn’t understand.

She knows logically nothing can come if it. But the nagging at her brain won’t stop for some reason. She hates it, being empathetic. She just feels so extremely that she can’t decipher if the words hurt her or if she’s angry and why she feels this way. It’s to much for her mind to process.

So she turns everything off. No social media for her.

She’d simply told Oscar the hate was to much and she needs a break from the internet. Which isn’t a lie, but she didn’t want him to worry about her and start doing poorly because of it.

Instead curled up underneath her blankets with music and switched off the world.

~

Oscar is feeling alright with fifth in Hungary. Not exactly where he wants to be, but it’s still considerably better then where he was previously.

As is routine, he gets into the garage as quickly as he can. The one thing he managed to negotiate for with his PR team: the he gets to check in on his girlfriend before he does media duties.

He peers inside. It’s mostly empty due to the incoming podium celebration. But there is no sign of her. Nothing is the garage or his driver room or Lando’s room, or the bathroom.

His heart thuds in his chest. This is routine, and she always sticks to her routine. If she’s not here then something must be terribly wrong. Oscar pulls out his phone to see he has a text from her and the weight on him lessens just a tad.

‘Sorry I won’t be there for the end of the race! I was feeling incredibly sick so I went back to the hotel room! I love you so much! 🧡🖤’

And suddenly that weight is back. If she left then something is clearly wrong. She’s stayed through blurry vision from migraines, endured hours of overstimulation for him, even dealt with his fans pushing her around. Yet she always stayed. If something caused her to leave then it’s definitely something to worry about.

He ended up missing the podium celebration. His PR manager is looking for him. But he could care less and heads straight for Zak.

He gives a brief summary of what’s going on and defines is as an emergency. That word was what made Zak let him go as long as he promised to keep everyone posted.

Then he ran.

~

Race weekends have come to be one of her favorite things. The consistent hum of car engines stimulates her brain in a way that she loves.

What she doesn’t love is the fans. She wonders for a moment if all the WAG’s have this kind of hate. So she sets off to go find Lily and ask. She’s become close with her over the course of this year. She’s also passionate about things and it’s fun to listen to her get excited over her interests. Something the female can relate to well.

When she neared the Williams hospitality, she saw Lily and waved her over only to be stopped in her tracks by a few fans in McLaren gear. She instantly took notices of the very blatant disregard for personal space and the negative energy they carried with them.

Then they out in some fake smiles and handed her an envelope, walking away without a word.

She was left confused and stunned. But also curious. The envelope in her hands had some weight to it and she can’t help but wonder what’s inside.

She doesn’t hesitate to open it. Her eyes scanning over the contents. Every second she looks at it makes her feel sick to her stomach.

Someone had been stalking them. Not just her and Oscar, but Lando as well. Addresses, pictures, personal information, even images from intimate moments where they are very clearly without clothes.

She could see the possibility of her and maybe Oscar being stalked if these are the same fans who have been harassing her for a couple months now. But Lando as well makes her feel dirty and upset in a way.

It’s to much. She feels to much. It’s overwhelming.

She stuffs everything back inside and finally gets to Lily. A brief excuse leaves her lips that she’s going back to the hotel cause she’s feeling sick. She takes note of Lily’s instant concern and the female does her best to fight back every emotion. It’s utterly draining. She has no energy to sort out her feelings and other peoples feelings when she can’t understand any of them anyway.

Lily lets her go on the condition she texts her when she gets back to the hotel.

She agrees. She'll be messaging everyone when she gets there.

~

Oscar gets into his car and fumbles around for the keys.

He left them with his stuff. His stuff that he doesn't have. Now he's going to have to run all the way back.

He gets out and heads straight to the McLaren garage. Ignoring the strange looks.

He even tries pulling his phone out to call her. Straight to voicemail. Twenty times.

Halfway there, he runs into Lando. The Brit is winded and carrying Oscar's things.

"I'm driving."

~

She can't believe she's actually going to do this. It's not that she's never thought about it before. Feeling alien on your own planet will do that to you. But she feels like she has no other choice.

It's too much. The fans want her dead, and they are willing to do horrible things to get it.

She can't handle it. The feelings of all of it are overwhelming. She can't tell where her emotions end and someone else's start. The letter written to her only points out further.

The last few months have been beyond her limit. She doesn't feel safe in her own skin. Everyone is telling her she'll never be enough. That she is not meant for this life.

She'd thought about her friends as she wrote those damn notes. The blank looks when she says something lnnapropriat for the conversation. The times she's had meltdowns and they had to deal with her.

She thinks about Oscar, too. His note is three pages long. It's intimate, and she hopes he can understand it. Words she's written countless times the last months to make sure he understands her decision.

She lays it out where she knows he'll see it and then locks herself in the bathroom. The bathtub is filled with ice-cold water and not filled all the way to the top. Just enough to make things easy.

Is she really doing this because those damn fans are going to leak everything about their lives tonight if she doesn't? Certainly a factor in her decision. It seems the logical solution if she's to fix the problem. She hates herself for this; that she can't just be what everyone wants.

That thought brings the first cut.

She didn't bother taking off her clothes. She hates the feeling. They cling to her skin and it makes her want to peel her skin off.

The second cut is for her clothing.

Then the third.

And a fourth.

The fifth makes her dizzy.

The sixth causes her vision to dance.

The seventh and eighth she can't even register.

Everything is numb by nine and ten.

Then nothing.

~

Oscar and Lando take three steps at a time.

Apparently, Lando had run into Lily and found out what had happened. The Brit also felt his stomach drop with the feeling something is wrong.

Oscar sprints down the hall when they make it to the right floor. Fumbles around with his key card. Then, finally, he gets the door open.

He scans the room. There is paper stacked neatly on the table. An envelop almost thrown to the side.

He looks at the note addressed to him, and he chokes. Lando is searching for any sign of life but the Aussie can't see past the fact that there are fans asking her to kill herself. And that she felt the need to say yes because now they have stalkers.

He'll think about it later. Right now, Lando is screaming for him.

He barrels to where the voice comes from. Again, he chokes. This time on frantic tears.

Lando is looking like he might pass out, but the Brit is staying strong for his teammate and friend. He tries to get Oscar to help him.

She may be passed out, but the Aussie registers Lando saying she has a pulse. That she's still breathing even if it's shallow.

They work together to drag her out of the water. Her make it so that when they set her down, she immediately is sliding on the tile. They wrap her arm in wash rags. The only thing they can find to slow the bleeding. But the cuts are too deep. It doesn't slow.

So they call an ambulance.

Oscar doesn't register much after that. Listening to Lando instruct him on what to do, including breathing. Riding with her to the hospital. Watching her be taken away. Meeting Lando in the waiting room.

Now he has nothing to do but wait and look through everything he missed.

Her socials are where she's being threatened, sure. But it's the contents of the envelope that got Oscar angry. Way past the point of livid.

"Lan, I- what the hell." He shows everything to his teammate, and terror stretches across his face.

And then she was left with a ticking clock and an ultimatum. Disappear or have all this and more released to the public. What better way to disappear than to do it permanently.

It breaks him. He can't breathe past the thought of not having her around. He can't live knowing she left because the world is suck a cruel place. And he feels utterly selfish for wishing her to stay with him through it.

Somehow, he ended up on the floor, sobbing dramatically into Lando's sweatshirt.

But then others start to appear. It's not just the two of them because there are so many people that care for her.

Max shows up first with a certain Monegasque in tow, followed by Alex and Lily, the latter of which looks about as broken as him. Then George and Lewis appear, followed by Logan.

They explain what happened. Everyone is shocked, and there are no words between them for a few minutes as everyone processes.

"I don't understand why someone would do this." Pipes Max. He knows about death threats fairly well, but this is a new level of extreme.

"We could say something. Make a statement about it and start a suicide awareness campaign." Lewis suggests.

Oscar knows a campaign probably won't do much against whoever sent this, but a statement might. He wants to say everything on his mind.

And that's exactly what he did. His PR team be damned because this takes precedence.

~

She wasn't expecting to wake up. She wasn't supposed to wake up. So how is she awake?

She cracks her eyes open just a tad to assess her surroundings. Her arm is bandaged and she's underneath some of the worst textures to come in contact with.

The thing that catches her eye is the brown locks of a specific Australian. She moves her hand to them and runs her fingers gently along his scalp.

he shifts around a bit before relaxing into the feeling. At least she could give him this before she ruins his and Lando's life.

She's not sure how long they go on like this until Oscar sits up and yawns. He blinks a few times and adjusts himself to the florescent lights.

She's not sure she's ever seen Oscar cry before. Once at a really sad movie, but even that was just slight. Now he's crying tears for her. The sound makes her tear ducts spring into action as well.

"Please, don't ever do that again." He rasps. His voice crackles with the sound of sobs.

She doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. So instead, Oscar crawls into the bed with her. He just cradles her body into his.

"I'm sorry." Is all she manages to say. And after a few more breathes she continues. "I didn't want to be the reason you and Lando lose your jobs. Or be the cause of your stress. And then everything felt like it was too much, and I just wanted it to stop." She feels pathetic.

"I promise that I will never be upset with you for something like this. The fans pushed and pushed and then drove you into a corner. But in the future, you have to come to me. I can't help if you don't communicate with me."

"What about racing? And Lando? And all your personal information?" The weight she'd had before has made a sudden return.

"Should be taken care of. We beat them to the punch and made a statement about how someone close to McLaren had been threatened and the person responsible would be posting personal information." Oscar explains. She feels better knowing they didn't say it was her name. "I also said I would be taking a break from socials for personal reasons... and also said something about how much I love you."

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The news came out eventually. It's not every day that F1 driver's campaign for mental health. But they've all been incredibly helpful. She is on the road to recovery and Oscar intends on being with her through every step of the way.

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader - smut.

Part 11 omfg I am so excited to write this chapter! Let’s hope it doesn’t flop… You can find my masterlist for F1 here which contains the other 10 parts to this story- be warned a lot of it is heavy on the smut.

After a heavy night of partying in Belgium and some teasing on both parts, Daniel had had enough and is bold enough to make a move. Sick of their semi separation, he’s desperate to reunite, and they do, maybe not so smoothly as he would have liked but it’s the end result which counts, and Daniel wants nothing more than to have his girl back in his arms… Warning: 18+ heavy mentions of smut, oral, graphic descriptions of rough sex, choking, spanking etc. Swearing (obviously) and arguments. Daniel is as angry as Daniel Ricciardo can seemingly get. I am FERAL for this man…

No matter who was on the top or bottom, you knew there was going to be a celebration after a Grand Prix. Whether certain people joined in or not, you were bound to find a good handful of racers making the most of their evening off.

Y/n found herself surrounded by plenty of partygoers as she joined the Red Bull team and pretty much every other team for a celebration in a buzzing club. She swore she’d steer away from alcohol, especially with everything going on with Daniel, but she couldn’t help herself. After two drinks, the rest went down way too easily.

Daniel. He was here tonight, celebrating with everybody. The AlphaTauri car might’ve been a tractor, and Daniel had faced some difficult obstacles since racing, but he was doing great considering all of those factors.

She could feel her eyes gaze over to him every now and then, and the more intoxicated she became the more she couldn’t stop, nor control herself. She wanted him, not even just in a sexual way, she just wanted to be in his vicinity, stand next to him, talk to him- act how they used to do. Her heart yearned at the thought of how close they used to be. Why couldn’t they have that back? Daniel, of course felt the same way. He just couldn’t bare to look in her direction, when he did, his jaw tightened seeing all the other men eyeing her up. He couldn’t torture himself like that, not purposefully, anyway. You see, she had come up with the dumb idea that talking to the mechanics of Red Bull would make Daniel jealous. It did- but it didn’t mean it was right to do. It was incredibly immature and toxic, but part of her wanted to see exactly what he was missing out on. She always socialised with these people, but Daniel knew it was different tonight. Her hand was resting on Jay’s shoulder as she seemed to laugh borderline non stop, apart from when she was swigging down a vodka cranberry. Daniel physically rolled his eyes, temper spurred on with the alcohol as he continued to drink a stupid amount, like he was in his 20s again. “Have you see the video of somebody of not being able to get the side jack off the car, he goes flying, has that ever happened to you?” She was entertained, half distracted as she talked to the many mechanics and engineers around. “Oh yeah, yeah! Thank god it wasn’t me!” Jay knocked her arm, swaying in an intoxicated amusement. “So- so-“ Ollie, one of the younger mechanics leaned over the table. “-Be honest, have you ever got with any of the drivers?” I snickered at his question, my eyes finding the one man I certainly had ‘got with’. Daniel was between a group of his friends at the bar, chatting away, it was as though it was his instinct to turn and look directly at her the second her eyes were on him. Her lips tugged up as she remained focused on the Australian whilst shaking her head. “No.” She glanced back to Ollie. “No, I haven’t. Some F2 guys though.” When she glanced back to Daniel his jaw was tight and he was watching her in a way she’d never seen. He looked hungry, jealous, Daniel never looked so dark, until now. He looked so attractive, beautiful, but there was something about the way he was stood and stared at her that told her he was still bothered. Of course he was, he was the one that said he loved her. Deciding to give up this small game of cat and mouse she was playing, she just continued to enjoy the conversations with everybody, choosing not to go up and dance with a group of intoxicated man. A sensation of guilt had washed over her, so when she returned from the toilets to wash her hands clean of anything mean she’d been intending on, she pulled up at the bar, glancing down to see a tanned, veiny arm pressed up to the bar next to her.

He let out a small mutter of her name, one only she could hear. Her back stiffened and she looked up to him with a daring smirk. Daniel thought he’d forgotten how to breathe for a second, until he took a hold of her wrist, gently, so she could break free if she wanted. “Can we leave?” He was pissed though, there was no room for a smirk in the dispute they were about to have.

“Now?!” Her heart fluttered at the question, she was already stepping away from the bar, “yeah.” Daniel responded bluntly as she nodded, following directly after him with the weirdest feeling in her tummy. There was a tension between them, and his grip on her wrist got unconsciously tighter when she began giggling and speaking to people mid being pulled out to a car.

“You okay?” She innocently spoke, trying to distract herself from the fact she was actually alone with him. She brushed her hair, found some gum, reapplied her lipgloss. You’d think she was going to the club, not leaving.

“Yeah, just…” he let out an inward sigh, annoyance filling his bones. “We’ll talk when we’re back.”

You see, her filter wasn’t exactly great when she was drunk, nobody’s was- but that mixed with Daniel’s already annoyance, was a bad combination. “Talk about what?” She shuffled in her seat, knees pulled up onto the seats, tucked up slightly besides her as Daniel glanced down, noticing the slight pink lace of her underwear showing through. “Put your seatbelt on.” He shook the improper thoughts away, grinding his teeth together and jittering his leg uncontrollably. Daniel hated being like this, the rage that he could usually contain was spilling out purely from the fact he’d had one too many drinks.

Worst of all, she gave him a funny stare, taken aback by the command. He was starting straight forwards, hand jiggling on his leg. She’d never seen him so wound up, ever. After a second of reacting to his comment, she sat back, plugging her seatbelt in silently. “Talk about what, Daniel?” She tried again after a moments silence. The screen between the driver and them was closed, but it still wasn’t ideal, not for him anyway.

He inhaled deeply, turning his face to stare at the space between them. One of her hands rested on the middle seat, he wanted to reach out and take it. His emotions were so twisted, he couldn’t figure where one started and the other stopped. “Just-” he cut himself off again and she was growing frustrated with the lack of answers.

“Just what? I would’ve stayed out if I knew this was the case.” He winced at the harsh tone of her words, maybe he shouldn’t have dragged her out, maybe she really didn’t feel the same as he did anymore… He inhaled this time, scratching at the back of his neck. The conversation fell flat and both of them stared out of either side of their windows, drearily thanking the driver before returning through a back door into their hotel. “What do you want to talk about?” She tried again, striding to catch up to him.

“Just this-” he pointed between them, “what was happening in there, the way you kept looking at me when you were-”

“You were the one that was looking at me!” She cut him off, the two of them continued walking into the hotel lobby. “When you were flirting with all those men, look, I don’t play childish games like that.” His tone was firm, firmer than she’d ever heard Daniel be. She didn’t like it, it was hurtful and she felt kinda bad over how upset he was. However, nor did she like his accusations…

“Flirting, I was just talking with them.” She spat out quietly whilst they waited for a lift. Daniel scoffed at her words and she could really feel her rage beginning to grow. When they got in the lift she jittered her leg, he pressed the button to his room and she in objection, pushed the buttons to hers.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, that was fuckin’ immature in there and you know it.” Daniel pointed out as he remained silent, swallowing harshly as the lift began moving upwards. Not fast enough, again, it was awkward, tense. Her breathing was fast and heavy, and she knew she was going to explode. Finally, the lift slowed to his floor. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?” She inhaled sharply. “No.” He lowered his tone, staring right back at her now. “Thanks for dragging me back for nothing.” She scoffed as Daniel gulped, stepping out the now open doors. She watched him with sadness, the same aching feeling filling her when he began leaving. It was in the split of a second that Daniel decided he couldn’t just leave her there, he smacked his hand over the door, preventing it from closing as she raised her head, her sad little face making Daniels heart ache.

“Just come speak to me, properly. Please.” He couldn’t look at her, she followed slowly back to his room, he pushed the door open for her as she awkwardly walked in first. Her eyes fell to the floor as she stole a glance at Daniel locking the door. He looked so good, yet so bothered. His brow was tense and she’d never seen him look so miserable before.

“Look, just speak to me normally, we can’t keep going on doing this.” He stepped in front of her now, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him once more. Their eye contact made her weak, it made her want to cry. “I just… I don’t know how to act around you anymore, you really upset me and I was just- just immature to want to get back at you, I know, but at some point I was just speaking to them. I didn’t purposefully sit with those men just to annoy you.” “I know.” He sighed out, the two of them stood in the hallway practically face to face. She glanced around his room slightly, double bed, tidy, larger and nicer than her own. A couch was sprawled in front of a large window, the lights from outside glowing through and creating an orange hum to the room. There was a side lamp on, nothing else. Her head dropped again, and she swallowed in tension, hating the fact she began to warm to the fact she was here with him, alone…

“Sorry.” She swallowed as he felt something soften deep inside of him. “It’s fine.” Daniel hushed as she began fidgeting under his gaze. Recognising he could’ve been slightly intimidating, he stepped back, glancing around the large room.

“Max um…” she began causing him to turn around again as her stomach did backflips with anxiety. “Max figured out what was happening, kinda.” She winced as Daniel sighed. “I know.”

“I told him as well.” She blurted out as Daniel froze, waiting for her to continue but nothing else came out. “Told him what?”

“We weren’t doing whatever, anymore.” She awkwardly spoke as Daniel’s body slumped whilst sitting down on the bed. She took the drooping of his shoulders the wrong way, her anxieties (and alcohol) telling her that he was ashamed. Ashamed of her, of their secret little affair.

“Is it so bad, Daniel? I mean, would it be? People knowing about us? Because I don’t-” she took a deep breath, “I don’t care about people finding out, I was never ashamed of you.” His head snapped up at this now, face contorting in confusion.

“Ashamed?! You think I was ashamed?” She held her thumb up to her lips worriedly, watching him sit up much straighter now. With a gentle nod he let out a quick exhale, dropping his head.

“I was never ashamed, god y/n, it was just your dad, I-”

“Oh, Daniel why?!” She raised her voice in annoyance. “Because it would be inappropriate!”

“Why?” She blinked, stepping closer, breathing increased as did her frustration. Daniel didn’t stand, he didn’t want to look down on her, it felt cruel. “Why?!” She repeated when he didn’t reply, his mouth opened but nothing came out. Daniel asked himself that too, why was it inappropriate? They were both consenting adults, they both clearly had the very same intentions, they’d only met each other a year prior. The more Daniel pushed this ‘inappropriate’ narrative the weirder she began to feel, a sense of rejection filling her.

“Inappropriate.” She borderline laughed to herself. He felt ridiculed, caught out on his own lie. “Do you really think that?” She eyed him up and down now, his jaw tensed and he responded with a quick, “no.” Her teeth found her bottom lip, sucking it in as she began gnawing nervously. Something shifted in the air, and when she sighed out, the anger escaped her body with her breath. “Okay… what now then?” She cleared her throat.

“What now?” Daniel gulped again, glancing at her up and down. She nodded, holding eye contact with the Australian who scanned over her features. The gentle knot in her brow softened when Daniel stood up, her chin lifting as he reached out, taking hold of her face and moving in for a kiss that was bruising with want. Both their heart beat in a simultaneous rhythm, unbeknown to the two of them. Fuck, Daniel couldn’t not. He loved her, he needed her. Their lips moulded together for the first time in what felt like centuries, hands grabbing at one another as she moaned in shock, spurring Daniel on to tug her closer with a stumble. He held her upright, hands snatching at her waist closer to his. His finger tips dug into her flesh, keeping her close as he stepped further back.

“C’mere, c’mere.” He cooed, melting her on the spot as they tumbled onto the bed, knees either side of him. How they got in this position so quickly she’d never comprehend, but that didn’t matter. All she cared about was the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand smoothing down her skirt, snatching at the material, pulling her face closer into his- she enjoyed the idea he had an animalistic need for her. Their separation had been tough, god knows how either coped so well without one another, but they were sure making up for lost time now.

His hand slipped over the buttons of her cargo skirt, slipping her easily out as they momentarily broke the kiss so she could strip herself free. Daniel was opened mouth and red in the cheeks, panting as he looked her up and down. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and before she went to climb back onto him, he caught her again.

“These too, baby.” He was quick to mutter, fingers snapping at the band of her thongs. She smirked back to him, tugging them down with his aid before discarding them to one side. Daniel fell to his knees in front of the bed, kissing over her stomach and lower abdomen before throwing her leg over his shoulder.

His lips and tongue worked in ways she could comprehend as he ate her out, slurping up her wetness like he hadn’t eaten his last meal. Fuck, the pleasure was dizzying, and when his hand slightly slapped against her ass she let out a louder moan, signalling her want for the rough sensation.

Daniel hummed out a chuckle against her pussy, squeezing over her cheek, rubbing the sore part before bringing his hand down once more and spanking her. Her hips jumped, deeper into his mouth as he moaned at the delightful sensation of her pussy throbbing on his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She whined, head tilting back and body becoming rigid. She could barely stand straight as his arms began shaking, holding her upright as her orgasm crashed over her. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” She rolled her hips into his mouth as he swiped his tongue from her hole up to her clit, “I could do this all fucking day.” He commented lowly as she moaned in response. She was aching in the best way, pussy so sensitive as his actions didn’t slow. “Da-Daniel.” A light tap on his head slowly broke him off as he pressed one more kiss to her stomach. He swore he was hard as a fucking rock, the slight of her glistening pussy in front of her sending him wild.

“I fucking need you, baby. I need you so bad.” He then admitted, practically lifting her up and dropping her back onto the bed. She let out a whimper in protest when he began pulling his cock out. He was still fully clothed, eager to fill her up. “I wanna suck you off first.” She bluntly admitted as he wiped the back of his mouth, wet from before. Daniel moved down, kissing her deeply once again, her lips so soft and warm as he curled his fingers through her wetness.

The breath that escaped her lips was heavenly as he pulled back to watch her face, but she brought him back in by biting his bottom lip. Daniel strained out a moan, feeling himself beginning to leak with precum. “Please.” She then whispered again, kissing close to his earlobe as Daniel shuddered at the contact.

Who was he to deny such a thing? He stripped his shirt off when he leant back, hers following suit, tits bouncing when they were freed. Daniel could see her pierced, peaked nipples all fucking night long, it drove him insane. The perky swell of them, the way they bounced whenever she’d walk. Hold fuck, Daniel felt a pressure in his abdomen like no other. He could’ve came at the fucking sight of her tonight. He was worried he’d blow his load too quickly when she began sucking. There was no teasing, she went right to it, wet lips suctioning around his aching member as she licked the precum clean off his tip. Her hands and fingers danced over his balls, fingers occasionally reaching lower which Daniel didn’t know was an accident or not.

His groans were uncontrollable, his fingers tightened in her hair, eyes rolling back from the wet vacuum her mouth had formed. He had to focus really fucking hard on not cumming down her throat there and then. Only when she broke off and let out a slight, “ah.” Daniel came back to reality.

“You okay?” His grip immediately loosened as she giggled, climbing over his lap so his cock was directly facing her chest. “Yeah.” As she pushed her tits together Daniel instinctively eased his cock between them. “Ah fuck.” He choked out, his darkest fantasies coming to light as her tits squeezed over his large cock. It just about worked, her tits were the perfect size, just allowing him to slip back and fourth between the valley of her chest.

“Daniel.” She whined as he snatched her by the chin, forcing her to face him as she smirked at the dominance he showed. “I like it when you’re like this.” She muttered as he panted out, throwing his hips forwards. “Spit on my cock, fuck y/n.” He moaned as she did exactly what she was told, lubricating his cock further as he easily glided between her tits, letting out an actual moan, one that made her legs close tightly together.

“Fuck, keep looking at me.” He growled, pushing his hips, harder, faster, unable to get enough of the new sensation. “Fuck my mouth.” She gasped out, holding eye contact as Daniel felt himself loosing complete control. His cock messily slipped from her breasts, up to her lips again as he stood on the bed, her knelt before him, shuffling back so she was pressed against the head of the bed.

“Fuck, tap me if you wanna stop.” Daniel blurted, lost by the warmth of her mouth. She hummed sexily, the vibrations running all over his cock as he pumped into her mouth, slowly at first. She whined, pulling him by the ass into her as he snapped his hips into her once again. She tugged on his pants and underwear, freeing his ass as he held either side of her head, pumping his hips carefully into her.

He was holding back, she could tell so broke free from his cock. “Don’t hold back Daniel, I want you to use me.” Her words caught him off guard, twisting something deep inside of him.

“Fuck, are you sure?” But she was back on his cock before he had time to answer, he couldn’t cope. He knew there was little to no control left in him as he began fucking his cock into her throat. She could take him so deep without choking now, he closed his eyes and began thrusting into her warmth, overwhelmed by the sensation as he replayed her words over and over again in his mind. Use me, use me, use me. Something in Daniel snapped as he began fucking her face harsher, faster. Now, he watched for any sign of distress or the slightest movement for him to stop, but she was almost smiling around his cock, pulling him in harder as he rocked back and fourth into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as he uncontrollably panted and moaned. Daniel was never too vocal in bed, but this was something else.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He pulled out quickly, the sensation creeping up on him a little too quickly. “Cum in my mouth, please.” Her plead was desperate as she wrapped herself around him, it not taking him more than four pumps before he was spilling into her mouth, his limbs shaking as he let out the loudest groan, not afraid to show her how good he was feeling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The Australian whined as she slowly sucked him, coercing him through the orgasm. Some of his cum dribbled down onto her lap and the bed below, forming a mess that Daniel felt proud of. He was slowly milking himself in her mouth, sighing in disbelief as he pulled off, giving her time to catch her breath back.

“Good girl, fuck, good girl.” He praised, still groaning from his high as he kissed her lips, not seeming to care the fact she’d just swallowed his cum. Seeing her all fucked out made him want to keep going, his erection didn’t falter once.

She stood up to clean herself up in the bathroom, Daniel frowning slightly. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I thought you were… done.” She glanced up and down him, noticing he really wasn’t ‘done’ at all. “Are you?” Daniel questioned as a smirk arose on her face, smiling before plonking herself back down into the bed with him.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Daniel hushed out, kissing her once more as he rolled on top of her body. “Me too.” She gently spoke, sliding her fingers through his hair as he pressed his lips to her cheek, then her temple. “Glad you came back with me.” He muttered, more muffled this time as she could feel him lining up his sensitive cock against her aching hole.

“Needed you for so long.” She inhaled sharply as he pulled off to watch her reaction as he slid into her tightness. They both let out a simultaneous groan, the friction being something both of them so desperately yearned for. “Daniel.” She whined out his name, pushing his hips further into her own, legs spreading wider so Daniel could nuzzle in perfectly. The pleasure that spread through both of them was too much to cope with. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Daniel fucked his sensitive cock inside of her, enjoying each gasp that escaped her mouth when he did. She felt like he was in control, just what she wanted. His lips came down to attach to her neck, kissing and sucking as he stroked his hand over the smooth of her skin there.

A nudge of her hand send Daniel’s hand wrapping around her throat as she offered him a teasing smile. His hand squeezed and he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck.” Daniel groaned, other hand moving up to fist around her hair. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The Aussie moaned, dropping his forehead against hers before giving her a bruising kiss. “Yeah.” She nodded, voice hoarse from his hand wrapped around there.

“You want it harder, baby?” He questioned, pushing his sweaty body up slightly, fist pinning her down to the bed by her hair. “Yeah.” She whined again, rolling her naked hips against his, pussy wrapping tighter around his cock. Daniel couldn’t control himself, nor could he stop the painfully loud squeaking of the mattress that must’ve been echoing to every single room that surrounded them. He didn’t give a shit, neither did she. Their sex was rough, careless, but full of emotion. When Daniel had hitched her up on the sofa, opening up the windows, he purposefully nuzzled his body as closely to hers as possible.

“What if people hear?” She sighed, rolling herself back onto his cock. Daniel’s teeth tightened at her slow movements. “They will.” He inched his cock deeper inside of her.

“Fuck, Daniel. Pull my hair again.” She hungrily spoke, turning over her shoulder to eye him up as he listened immediately. “Want you to fuck me so good.” She then spoke as his eyes fluttered shut, an exhale leaving his lips as he focused on anything but cumming deep inside her.

“Give it to me Daniel, please.” She begged. “Want you to hit me.” She wiggled her bum as his fingers tightened around her flesh, lifting and then falling to spank on the flesh below. The sensation of pain mixed in with pleasure left a pornographic sound to escape her lips.

Daniel did it again, and again, and again, before he couldn’t control himself anymore. His hips were snapping harder, faster into hers, the view of the city outside becoming overwhelming as she bit down into a pillow to avoid herself letting out the screams of pleasure she needed to.

“Daniel, Daniel.” She moaned out her name, he groaned in response. “Cum inside me, fuck, please give it to me. I’ve missed it so bad.” Fuck. How could he last when she was speaking like that?

“Fuck-” he could only choke out, the pace becoming bruising as he let go of her hair, snatching at both her hips to force back into his own. She was pleading, begging him through his orgasm, and as he felt himself growing nearer she let out a low cry of, “I love you, Daniel…” In that moment he’d never felt better. His orgasm washed over him, cum filling up her tightened little pussy as her words were thick on his mind. Shuddering and twitching, he carefully rode her through his orgasm, tensing every muscle in his body as he did so.

His body collapsed on hers, large hands engulfing hers, lips kissing the back of her shoulder. “Fuck… I love you too…” Finally…

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[f1-unpopularopinions]

I already want this season to be done with. Yeah yeah Norris will lose the championship by less than 7 points and the fan base will be angry at Piastri for Hungary to which Piastri will react to about as nonchalantly as to the whole Alpine contract fiasco. Done and dusted.

I'm far more excited for next year because it is going to be absolute chaos. There's most likely gonna be at least 4 rookies (Bearman, Antonelli, Doohan and Lawson) with possibilities for even more depending on Audi and how badly the Redbull family is gonna implode. The regulations are changing in 2026 so no team is gonna give two flying fucks about next year's cars because they are so focused on 2026. Almost every team is in shambles already and it's gonna be even worse next year

The Redbull family right now has too many drivers but at this speed they aren't gonna have enough by the time the season ends. Riccardo and Perez just aren't performing, Verstappen is threatening retirement in every other interview and at this speed FIA is gonna issue Tsunoda a permanent race ban for swearing on the radio (/j). Meanwhile all their important personnel are jumping the ship while they still can.

Leclerc is gonna show Hamilton the ways of catholic guilt and Ferrari disasterclass and we are gonna have our next multi worldchampion failing to bring glory back to Maranello.

The Mclarens are gonna tear each other to pieces if they truly start back on equal footing and the car manages to perform.

Russell is stuck babysitting a teenager driving a fucking Mercedes while Wolff tries to court Verstappen right in front of his eyes.

Stroll is gonna drive around in a car with Newey influences and zero spacial awareness. Alonso's El Plan for his 3rd championship still doesn't work.

Gasly and Doohan are gonna make up half of Alpine's staff by themselves while the other half is striking again. The team's gonna have more owners than engineers.

Ocon is either punting Bearman off the track at every opportunity or teaching him to be the next 6-foot-something track terror.

Audi. I don't even know what's gonna happen with Audi. Either Hulkenberg is also stuck on babysitting duty in a car that barely moves or Bottas is telling him how to reconnect with nature during the 5 minute pit stops when the wheel nuts stop working again. Either way I feel like alcohol is gonna be involved.

Genuinely think that Williams guys are gonna be the happiest next year because the expectations are gonna be so low that getting to the points is pleasant surprise and neither of them need worry about their appendixes. Until of course one of them throws a house party that's too loud and pisses off the other because apparently Albon and Sainz live right next to each other in the same building.

Chaos I tell you. And I can't wait!

Send us your unpopular F1 opinions!

[legobiwan]

First chapter of Expiate

Crossposted to Ao3

Super Paper Mario, brotherly angst

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It has to be a trick, some sleight of hand, some mischief perpetrated by that damned jester and his creepy mask. 

They had fought before. They were brothers, of course they had fought. Rolling around at their father’s feet under a rickety kitchen table, vying for the single plastic wrench from their grungy, second-hand playset. Wrestling each other on a littered baseball field in Dyker Beach Park, old cigarette butts sticking to their clothes. And then there had been the infamous melee in the hallway of St. Ephram’s, lockers thundering with each impact as they threw each other about in a blind rage, the aftermath of Luigi being threatened with expulsion after the incident in religion class.

But now, all he can do is stare as his brother cackles wildly, leaping to the top of an eight-story-high robot, boasting of his spiritual bond with the towering head before jumping into the cockpit, letting loose a stream of scorching lasers. Mario can’t get his limbs to move, can’t form the commands in his brain that would lead him away from this awful scene. And he’s lost the plot somewhere, because now they’re back in space , Luigi’s monstrous creation giving chase to Peach and Squirps, who are hightailing it to the nearest asteroid cluster for cover.

His brother was working for Count Bleck. His brother was trying to end the world.

His brother was trying to kill him.

Mario laughs, his gut convulsing, again and again, each throb stronger than the last. It begins to hurt after a minute, but he can’t stop himself, bobbing up and down in the vast nothingness of space with each pained chortle. 

The terrible discord echoes throughout the glass container fixed on his head, so much so he almost doesn’t hear the shriek as Brobot careens through the nearest nebula, gargantuan amber eyes emerging from starry destruction. Two dark vortices track a direct line his way, pools of malice and motor oil racing through a hazy curtain of glistening starlight and noxious ozone.

This is it, he thinks as the robot’s jaw unhinges, revealing a cavernous maw of angry geared teeth guarding a needle-pointed tongue curled in violent anticipation. The robot’s engines give a mighty roar, the backdraft pushing Mario’s bobbing trajectory in reverse before he feels the pull of a massive inhalation, Brobot sucking dust and asteroids and all kinds of space matter into its dark, alloyed throat. Mario’s survival instinct finally kicks into gear as he flails his limbs in every direction, searching for purchase, any anchor that will save him from being swallowed and digested by his brother’s murderous invention.

It’s too late, though, any hope of survival already halfway down the robot’s hungry gullet. He tries to remember the Prayer of Divine Mercy, one final supplication for forgiveness for both him and his brother, but the words won’t come. Brobot’s breath is searing down his neck when there’s a tug on his overalls, space flipping in all directions as Luigi shoots past him, leaving a trail of half-chewed, calescent detritus in his wake. 

A meaty hand slaps the face of his helmet. 

“Get your head in the game, Red!” Bowser hisses, claws digging into Mario’s upper arm. “This guy and his stupid robot mean business.”

This guy and his stupid robot are now trailing Peach and Squirps through a cluster of squarish mini-moons, jaw still unhooked as Brobot attempts to vacuum everything in its path, obliterating stars, comets, even small planets. It tries to devour Peach, who cuts a hard turn to the right, barely avoiding a fiery exhale, the hem of her skirt blistered and smoking as she clings to brave, little Squirps. Mario doesn’t know if it’s possible to be sick in space, if gravity would lock his disgust in his churning gut. He swallows down the acrid tang of bile, swearing to every saint he can name that whoever’s sick ploy this is, whoever had even a finger to do with what has become of his brother - he will tear them limb from limb while they scream for a mercy Mario will never allow.

It’s a close thing. The robot is good, the man driving it even better, the synthesis of expert engineering guided under a malevolent, deft hand. The three of them huddle under Peach’s impenetrable parasol, volleys of rocket fire bouncing off the shimmering pink fabric, again and again until even the seemingly inviolable shield begins to belch smoke. There’s a lull in the downpour of blaster fire, a small opening, so thin Mario thinks he may need Slim to fit through it. He doesn’t allow himself to think, launching upwards, using a protesting Bowser’s shell as leverage, catapulting himself right to the bulbous antenna of the robot. In quick succession, Mario deals it a thunderous blow, stomping with all his might as the orb finally cracks. He leaves Boomer behind for good measure, the little PIxl seeming to have grasped the gravity of the situation as he ignites with exceptional alacrity. 

The resulting cataclysm sends shards of metal and wiring spraying in all directions, flowers of conflagration blossoming in quick time, a bouquet of iron-wrought carnage.

The elation of victory, the downward rush in the bloodstream, is quickly dispelled. Luigi won’t be emerging from that smoking wreckage unharmed, if he emerges at all. Mario’s heart bounds up his throat, threatening to push his Adam’s apple straight through his skin as he makes to rush towards the remains of the violent creation, which, along with the rest of them, have fallen back into the Whoa Zone, onto solid ground. He’s held back, both arms stuck in a firm grip on either side by Peach (whose wide eyes and tight lips tell him all he needs to know about her knowledge of the situation) and Bowser (who loudly opines that Mario has lost his damn mind). 

Mario can only pray as the smoldering wreckage sends plumes of toxic clouds skyward, can only send entreaties up and down, left and right, into any direction or dimension he can think of that the man in the wreckage is not his brother, that it’s a lie, a mirage. He tells himself they’re back in the gaudy D-Dimension, that maniacal labyrinth of mirrors and deceit, but before he can convince himself of the lie, Mario sees something emerging from what was an amber iris, a peek of green and black. Luigi clambers out of the wreckage. He’s panting, dirty, his tunic and pants ripped and stained. Mario swears he sees a trickle of blood running down a now exposed forearm but Luigi wipes the sweat from his mouth with the back of his arm, giving them a feral smile as he boasts of future victories, allowing for one last verbal swipe at “Mr. Jumpsallthetime” before he opens a dimensional portal and disappears into nothingness.

Mario staggers towards the heap of crumpled metal, left ankle barking with the movement. There’s going to be an ugly trail of bruises come tomorrow, a haphazard map drawn up his left thigh all they way to his back. He pauses under what was once the robot’s mustache, hands going to his knees, catching a breath, then another and another and he can’t stop, in and out, in and out breathing was he always this aware of breathing why can’t he catch his breath he can’t breathe he can’t he can’t he can’t -

A soft hand finds the back of his neck, rubbing gently at the swollen, red skin, another wrapping around his waist, a familiar voice giving hushed instructions. Numbers, it sounds like. One, two, three, four, that’s right, Mario. Now exhale, one, two, three, four. Let’s do it again. One, two, three, four…

Color is the first to bleed back into his reality, the angular, neon scribbles of the Whoa Zone’s floor swirling in Mario’s vision. The rest of the world follows soon after - the stale odor of burnt metal an uneasy mix with the lingering chill of outer space. He shivers. Peach still has him half-wrapped in her soot-stained arms, the hem of her dress ragged and torn, tie-dyed in dark scorch marks. A quick glance across the way reveals a wide-eyed Bowser gaping in their direction and it’s almost funny, Bowser���s toothy gawking, if it weren’t so serious, the truth of their situation being shared in half-whispers between Tippi and Squirps. Questions about the “bad man,” the “creep,” the “evil guy who hurt me,” and it’s that last one that nearly sends Mario back into another spiral, that threatens to unravel his tenuous hold on reality. (His brother beat up a child ).

He focuses on the floor. On the rough denim bunched beneath his fingers. On Peach’s voice, scolding Tippi and Squirps into lowering their voices. 

“Is Squirps okay?” Mario asks in an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts (Bad man. Creep. Evil guy. He can’t stop replaying the conversation, a sick, infinite loop woven in braids of guilt and horror. Luigi is the bad guy). Mario’s voice is ragged, hoarse and he’s yet to unlock his hands from his knees, yet to right himself from his bent-over position. 

“He’ll be okay,” Peach answers, still rubbing circles on Mario’s back. “A little sore and a little scared,” she adds after a moment, breaking the massaging rhythm, inserting a rest that lasts a beat too long.

Peach clears her throat. When she speaks again, she almost sounds apologetic. “Maybe he didn’t mean to - “

Mario shoots to full height, ignoring the protests from his aching back, the electric trill shooting up from his battered ankle. He turns to Peach, making a show of patting at least some of the space matter from his overalls. He gives his cap a brief inspection, patting it down as well, sending a miniature plume of dust skyward before replacing it firmly on his head. “We need to move forward,” he says, voice still struggling against smoke-bruised vocal cords. “We can’t get distracted. There’s too much on the line,” he adds, gesturing at the swollen violet wound in the sky. 

Peach’s mouth forms a thin line, her gaze searching Mario, reaching into his thoughts, a fine, taut line of shimmering gold. She says nothing, only giving Mario a shallow nod. She won’t push him on the issue. Not now. Not with so much at stake. 

There will be time to grieve later.

It’s a somber processional to the dimensional portal.

Tippi is already waiting at the threshold, wings flittering in impatience, Squirps curled in on himself on the ground beneath her. Mario trails Peach and Bowser, who exchange hushed words, Bowser throwing an occasional wide-eyed glance in Mario’s direction.

“Did that green jerk land a solid hit or something?” he hears Bowser mutter. “Is that why Red’s acting so weird?”

Peach shakes her head. “He’s fine,” she lies. “He has to be.”

[artemiseamoon]

Preview! Is this how it ends? Pt 2

Dark! Pope , TF guys, Rhea

Fic info/ masterpost

Words: 2,767

Warnings: the general ones I mentioned apply to the fic as a whole plus getting jumped, a fist and gun fight.

* pope’s look in this is like that 2023 Esquire shoot

Prompts used this chapter from these lists: x, x,

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When Pope called again, Will was halfway in his car, Frankie on his way over. On the second buzz, Will picked up the call and growled into the receiver with gritted teeth,

“I’m coming for you!”

(On the other end, Pope chuckled, “Losing your temper Ironhead? What happened to all those calming meditations?’”)

Rhea watched nervously as a fire burned in Will’s eyes; he clenched the phone so tight it seemed moments away from breaking in his hand.

Will enunciates each word slowly, “I will find you. You better pray Benny’s unharmed.”

Rhea has never seen Will this angry. None of them thought Pope would actually do something like this. She felt nausea rise up her throat and a knot form in her stomach. Swallowing the sick feeling down, she tried to hear what Pope was saying to Will,

He wouldn’t hurt them, would he? They’re his family, his friends, he’d never hurt Ben, right?

(Pope: I bet you will find me. I made it easy for you. Let’s speed this reunion up Golden boy. Come alone, or Benny gets hurt.” Pope hung up)

Will cursed and threw his phone into the open car, it hit something, then fell to the bottom. Will paced, his hands on his hips, his face red and tense.

“Rhea,” he shook his head and looked down, shooting her a sidelong glance as he kept pacing, “I swear if he hurts Ben - Santi or not - I - “

She nodded nervously, then handed him her research, “I - I don’t even know - “she paused to take a breath.

They've been in awful situations before, scary shit but this, this is the worst and she's never felt more scared or worried about an outcome than this.

He took the envelope from her,

She continued her thought, “This is all Ben's movements up until he disappeared. At least what I could find in 20 minutes.”

Will nodded, his brows tense. He tossed it into the passenger seat. Will rubbed the back of his neck, pulled her in for a brief hug then got in the car. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep looking, if I find anything else, you’re first to know. And if there’s anything you find you need me to look into - “

Will nodded, closed the door then started the car.

As the engine kicked up, Frankie's truck came racing up the driveway, he was out of it just as fast.

“I’m coming with you,” Frankie made a b line for the passenger seat, Will stopped him regretfully,

“He said to come alone. He took Ben, Fish, I don't- “ Will paused, then lowered his head again. His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

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[ralphiesaces]

hi again, its engineer seb anon!

this au is getting bigger and better every day bcz including hanna? chefs kiss!!

seb validating jenson like babe you are smart, you should voice things you think because you are really really great at this stuff!!! supportive husbands for the win

also sebson dating without actually officially starting dating?? gimme please

welcome back engineer seb anon!! 🫶 (i was sorta hoping to summon you w that post lol! i love talking about this w you)

this au has taken over my brain i can’t lie

seb’s so supportive of jenson but jenson also knows when to keep his mouth shut lol

he’s not going to tell seb how to do his job, but he will make suggestions if he’s stuck, bc jenson has a different perspective

who knows who wins this season 🤷‍♀️

but i imagine that over summer break, they’re already dating-but-not-dating and thrown off when they’re not seeing each other almost every day

hanna gets sad texts from jenson, wondering if seb is bothering her about him too

but seb is offline whenever he can so there’s radio silence on his end (even if he is feeling the same privately)

so when hanna tells jenson he’s said nothing, secretly jenson thinks he should stop pursuing him, that he’s making him uncomfortable

so when the break is over, jenson still hovers around and stuff, but he’s a little off, spending more time in his own garage or with the other drivers instead

(mark thinks seb rejected him or smt, so he doesn’t push, but he can tell something is off w jenson, just offering him his presence so he doesn’t have to be alone)

and you know, crashes are inevitable

after 2009, jenson was a lot better at compartmentalizing and keeping his personal life and emotions out of the car, so he swears up and down to seb that it wasn’t his fault when they finally talk it out

it’s nothing bad, just crashed into a barrier, but for a second, on the tv, it did not look good

the view of his head was obstructed and he lost his front wheels

on top of that, he was winded enough that he couldn’t reply to hanna right away

so seb is focusing on kimi, telling him there’s a red flag, when he hears hanna yelling at jenson to come in a few seats down

and seb knows the risk of driving. he knows what it’s like to hold his breath and hope is friends are okay, but seb had to grip his seat so hard that his knuckles turned white

when jenson finally replied, out of breath and chest tight, seb felt sm relief and he couldn’t explain why (ofc he could, he’s not dumb just trying to suppress it)

so jenson comes in, gets checked by medical, the races finishes w kimi on the podium (not quite p1, bc ofc susie has it, but close enough that he’s still a contender for the championship)

after everything is all finished for the day, seb wants to talk to him

but bc jenson’s race ended early, he’s already gone

so seb stomps his way up to jenson’s hotel room and knocks on his door

the first thing jenson sees is seb’s angry face and he knows he messed up lol

seb’s yelling at him, trying to understand why he’s been avoiding him (bc deep down he worried that if jenson had died today, he would’ve never known why) and maybe jenson braked too early, and seb is technical. so he’s like “how could you have been so reckless”

and at this point seb is just yelling to get all of his pent up frustration out, even if he’s not saying what he really wants to

but then he notices jenson wincing

and seb, the man with no concept of personal space when it comes to jenson, steps forward and pulls his shirt up

and jenson’s bruised, bc he only crashed a few hours ago

and automatically seb calms down, fingers running gently over the bruises, and just stares silently

jenson reaches out to grab his wrist, just to have an excuse to touch him and tells him “they’re not as bad as they look”

seb just rolls his eyes “well, they look horrible so they must hurt a bit”

and just to antagonize him, he lightly pokes at one of them to watch jenson wince

so seb spends a couple of hours helping jenson take care of the bruises and jenson’s just like “i was cleared by medical” and seb replies “just let me help you”

they fall asleep curled up on jenson’s bed after talking for hours

even if they didn’t get to talking about why jenson was avoiding him, or about their feelings—

everything was gonna be okay

[lovingperfectionsblog]

The Rookie Wins

Haas team, general  f1 x reader

Summary: y/n is a rookie to F1 signing with Haas but under FIA rules, they weren’t allowed to state a woman was driving in F1, for fear of public reaction to them allowing a woman race, but what happens when Gunther doesn’t care.

warnings: none. (Maybe a swear word?), sexism.

Word count: 2231 words

Authors note: The only note here will be that my toxic trait is thinking I’d be able to win an F1 grand prix while never ever having driven an F1 car before and being scared of driving too fast.

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2 days before your first Grand Prix

“Okay, so here are the rules Princess, no one can find out that you’re a woman, the FIA is willing to make the announcement at a later date maybe, depending on your performance” Gunther, your team principle explained to you, a few days before your first ever Grand Prix weekend.

“Gunther, there are no words to express how many times you have explained this to me” you pointedly said, staring at Gunther.

“I just need you to know that it’s not because I don’t believe in you, if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be part of my team. I think the rule is just as unfair and sexist as anyone, but we play by their rules and then prove why you deserve to be here yes?” Gunther replied softly, stopping everything he was doing to look at you, to make sure you knew exactly how serious he was.

“Yes boss, trust me, I’m going to do you proud” you smiled at the team principle.

Qualifiers

Having to hide in your drivers room, kitted out in full racing gear was getting tiresome and hot, how long were you going to have to do this? As you paced up and down your drivers room, getting more and more frustrated at this stupid rule imposed on you, forcing you to hide from other teams, media and drivers,  your trainer knocked on your door to let you know it was time to begin qualifiers.

You all but ran to your car, eager to finally show what you were capable of doing. Your team, the small few who knew you were a woman, laughing at your jittery energy, excited to see the woman that they’ve grown to adore, finally be able to show what she can do on the track.

Your excitement was short lived though when as you were pulling out of the garage, testing your radio, your race engineer informed you that the FIA had placed a new rule on you.

“Princess, we got some bad news on our side” Dom, your race engineer said with disappointment laced in his voice.

“Jesus, am I retiring the car already?” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“FIA said that no matter how good the car is and no matter how good the driving is, you aren’t allowed to quali in the top 10, don’t want to make the other drivers look bad in the first race” Dom blankly stated, trying to not let himself get too angry at this clearly unfair rule.

“I think I’m more flattered than angry that they think I even would qualify in the top 10 in my debut quali session” you sarcastically said, trying to mask your anger at the clearly sexist treatment.

“Your time will come princess, I promise, we just got to play by the rules for now” you heard Gunther speak up over the radio.

“Gunther, saying I’d even be capable, would the FIA allow me to finish in points in the race” you suddenly ask as you were heating up your cars tyres on your first lap

The silence was too long for your liking.

“I’m sorry princess, it’s just until we prove that you deserve to be here” Gunther sadly states, “Good luck in Quali, at least try get to Q2” and with that, Dom’s voice filtered through your radio again.

Race Day

You sat in your car on the grid, waiting for the red lights to go out and you could begin racing. In those few minutes sitting on the grid though, you couldn’t help but get into your head about the entire ordeal.

How could they not allow you to finish in points? Haas was finally in a position where they could put up a solid fight, the team has been working on the car for months, finally producing something that could challenge the ‘big dogs’ of F1, and all because you were a woman, your entire team would have to suffer. Who cares what a few fans thought, surely as a woman you would bring in a whole new group of fans? Or maybe you wouldn’t be liked by the fans at all, and the FIA was right about everything? Maybe you shouldn’t be in F1 at all.

“Princess” Gunther’s voice suddenly pulled you out your own thoughts, “so, I’ve been thinking about it and, quite frankly, fuck the FIA. Race your goddamn little heart out, you’re in a Haas, and a rookie, no offence, but realistically, what’s the best you can actually do? Get p10? If that’s it, then get the P10, I’ll fight the FIA for you, your team, no, your new family will protect you, but whatever you do today, I want you to fight and I want you to race as hard as you can, the princess deserves to be on the podium, you got it?” Gunther speaks quickly, hoping to get the message across to you before the lights go out.

A smug smile graces your face, and your fingers tighten around your steering wheel, “yes boss”.

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 “It’s halfway through this race and we are seeing some amazing things from the new Haas driver. This is their rookie year and their debut race, and we are seeing this driver fight for their life on this track. Having started P14, they have already made their way up to P6 and seemed determined as ever to continue climbing in positions” Croftys voice beamed out, thoroughly surprised, and impressed by the new driver.

“We are still not sure who the new driver is, Haas keeping them very hush hush. Rumours being that their seat isn’t secured, and they simply want to test them out, and if that is the case, they are clearly proving their worth to the team, having doing better than the team has experienced in years before.”

“This new driver clearly fits the new Haas car, pushing the car to extremes that we have yet to see from the team, they truly worked magic on their car since the last season as it is finally looking like it may be a competitor for the constructors if this performance is anything to go by”

“I am amazed at this new driver, jumping up another two positions to P4 in the debut race?? This is unheard of.”

“We are on the final two laps of this race and it looks like our little Haas driver is going to make an attempt to over take the Mercedes of George Russell, can he adequately defend his P3 position from this feisty new driver?”

“This is unheard of! The Haas attempting to overtake all three top positions in one go and THEY DO IT!!!! THEY PERFOM AN OVERTAKE MANOUVER THAT WOULD BRING A TEAR TO DANIEL RICCIARDO’S EYE!!! THIS IS UNBELIAVABLE!!!! THE CROWD IS LITERALLY ON THEIR FEET WATCHING THESE DRIVERS FIGHT FOR THE PODIUM”

“IT’S THE FINAL STRAIGHT BEFORE THE FLAG, CAN THE HAAS KEEP VERSTAPPEN AT BAY OR ARE THE GOING TO TAKE P2! NO, THEY TAKE P1 ON THEIR DEBUT RACE! THIS HAS TO BE A RECORD!”

“I am shocked, how did a rookie driver manage to take p1 on their debut race, this has been the opening race of a lifetime. I am truly in awe, who is this miracle driver that Haas has been hiding from the world?”

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“Dom, did I really just get P1?” You ask after crossing the line, beginning to do your cool down lap.

“Y/n, in the nicest way possible, how the fuck did you manage that?” Dom’s equally as shocked voice comes over the radio, leaving both of you silent.

You park your car in the P1 position, the Haas decals showing on the screen in lieu of the driver images. You slowly remove the steering wheel and climb out of the car that carried you to P1, still not quite believing what just happened. You briefly noticed your team shouting praises from behind the barrier, you having secured the first ever win for your team.

You can’t quite manage to move over to them though, still shaking from the adrenaline of the win. You instead sat down just in front of your car, head between your knees, trying to get your breathing under control and attempting, and failing, at keeping the tears at bay.

‘Oh God. You are going to be in so much trouble. The FIA are going to ban you from F1 aren’t they?’

‘What do you do now?’

‘Do you take your helmet off?’

‘Do you politely excuse yourself from media? Would they fine you if you’re meant to be hiding?’

‘Do you collect your trophy on the podium, or do you just leave it?’

‘Do you take your helmet off for the podium?’

‘That first-place cap is going to look really weird sitting on your helmet.’

You could feel the anxiety of the entire situation taking over, the full weight of what just happened finally hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Your life was about to change completely, for better AND for worse. - maybe the anonymity wasn’t all that bad after all.

Suddenly you see two feet in front of you, you lift your head as Gunther crouches down, lifting your visor to see your puffy read eyes filled with tears, he gives you a small sympathetic smile, almost as though he can hear the chaos going on inside your head.

“You did it Princess, you proved to everyone why you deserve to be here, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Now, when you’re ready, I’m going to need you to take that helmet off and go and hurl yourself at your team so they can properly congratulate you and we can all celebrate” Gunther softly said to you, firmly, so you know how serious he is, but gently because he could see the great distress you were under.

“What if they all hate me?” You quietly whisper, unsure if Gunther was able to hear you at all.

“Honestly Princess, there will be some who do, you’re about to change the sport forever, and they’ll be even angrier because they know that you deserve to be here, but the truth is, you will always be the bad guy in someone’s story, so let them hate you, because even more will love you, and even out of those, your team, no, your family, will love you the most, and that’s what matters, now, go be with your team” Gunther says softly, a tear rolling down his own cheek.

You throw yourself at Gunther hugging him, nearly knocking him off his feet as you wrap your arms around his neck, him hugging you back just as tightly. This moment between the team principle and rookie driver causing the crowd to go wild. Next minute Gunther was pulling you up so you were standing next to him, you gave him a brief look and he just nodded, silently letting you know that no matter what he would be standing by your side, protecting you and fighting for your right to be in F1.

You slowly begin taking off your helmet and balaclava and the tension is palpable as the entire F1 world waited to see who the rookie Haas driver was.

The second your face and hair was in view, the crowd was suddenly screaming and going wild with excitement, you couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face at their reception of you into F1, so firmly believing that no one would accept you, yet here the fans all were, shouting your praises for winning your first race regardless. Gunther, with his own tears adoring his cheeks, grabbed your hand and lifted in above your head, prompting another cheer from the crowd, causing you to throw your head back laughing from happiness, feeling the goodness bubbling out of you without any way to stop it.

Next thing you know, you’re throwing yourself into the sea that is your team, and they are all hugging you, letting you know how proud they are of you, Dom screaming his congratulations at you, all the goodness and words all to overwhelming for you to comprehend.

You turn back to look at the other two podium winners, Charles and Max, both watching you with their own smiles, nodding their respect towards you, causing another wave of tears to fall.

You eventually made your way over to them, suddenly nerves kicking in again, hoping the drivers would take you seriously and respect you as a driver instead of immediately dismissing you.

“Well Princess, you do know that we aren’t going to be taking it easy on you right?” Max says first

“Jesus mate, can you not start with a congratulations first? Secondly, Princess? Really?” Charles immediately admonishes his friend.

“She’s the new princess of the paddock”, Max shrugs, “or are you upset someone is going to be taking that title away from you, with your way too done skin care routine?”

“You know we have to take care of our skin if we’re sweating this much in the helmets mate!” Charles begins to defend himself

You do nothing but giggle, thinking that there was no other place you belong as you listened to the two old friend’s bicker.

The princess of the Paddock, this was a title you could get used to having.

[carletes]

I know you're on cloud 9 about Carlos & Lewis, but I'd just like to have a rant on Lando's behalf if you don't mind.

Despite Ted Kravitz & Crofty claiming he was feeling much better today, he's not. He said clearly in a pre-race interview that he had to take a break during FP2 because he felt awful & he was worried about making it the length of the sprint. Will kept having to remind him on the radio to drink & by the end of the race Will was asking him to press a button to let him know if he was okay because Lando had gone completely quiet. He was out there feeling dreadful yet doing everything he could to try & hang on for some points for McLaren & all the Sky commentary team could do was shit on him, saying he had a bad start (he didn't, he held P4), saying he had no pace every time one of the much faster cars he had managed to qualify ahead of inevitably passed him (they were doing the same to K-Mag too but K-Mag was apparently making a 'valiant effort' while Lando was 'all over the place' because he got squirmy in one corner trying to defend against Carlos).

I usually just ignore their shit takes when it comes to Lando as they're par for the course this season but it's really fucking got to me this weekend. The kid's been carrying his entire team on his shoulders all year, has driven 3 races already while sick (his choice I know, they're not pressuring him, but he also knows they need him to bring them the points because they can't trust Daniel to do so), has dragged that car to places it shouldn't even be on many weekends given what a can it is, is the only non-top 3 team driver to get a podium and score over 100 points, and they talk about him like he's some kind of incompetent midfielder because he qualifies so well that he inevitably goes backwards when the RBs, Ferraris & Mercs he outqualified shoot past him because of their massive speed differential. He's spent the entire season being shat on by fans of not only his teammate but other fans who seem to have some kind of irrational loathing for him, and his own home commentary team can't even bring themselves to give him a shred of credit either - even when he overtook 6 cars in 13 laps in a damaged car in COTA they barely acknowledged it.

Sorry for the rant, I hate being this kind of fan, but it's really getting to me at this point. I'm genuinely as angry as I was when they were shitting on Carlos & making jokes about him loving gravel & trying to place some blame on him when both Russel punted him off. I swear to god if they start shitting on Lando tomorrow, on his flipping birthday, I will throw something at my TV.

i saw that post about sky and the way i rolled my eyes made my head hurt. i really don't know what more they want from lando given that he's CONSISTENTLY in the mix with teams that are way better than mclaren has been this season! like!!!!! he's SO fucking good and i know i don't talk about it on here but my husband and i talk about how impressive lando has been all season a lot. that thing you mentioned about his engineer asking him to press a button...that genuinely makes me so nervous. and people are still out here saying he was hungover. honestly, fuck off?

you're always welcome to rant in my inbox. this is disgraceful, genuinely. i really don't know what people want out of him, because he's giving them more than they deserve.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Dean tracks him down and bursts into his house while Sam thinks he’s getting his daughter ready for the day. (He pulled out one of her little white dresses and found it covered in blood, but the moment his heart started to race, he blinked and it was clean again.) Dean knocked once, but he’s Purgatory-riddled and kicking down Sam’s door doesn’t even register as wrong to him. The house is cold and empty, dark and dusty, and Sam is in the kitchen, talking to his husband who isn’t there. He’s handing off his daughter to him, and for a moment, he’s the happiest he’s ever been as he watches Lucifer spin Lilith in the air around the kitchen.

And then Dean grabs his shoulders, shouting. The house is dark, and Sam’s eyes dart around, terrified. The bulbs blink back on, and Dean is still screaming, but Lucifer is in the other corner of the kitchen and he’s holding out a hand for Sam to come to him. And Sam does.

Nothing Dean says makes any sense. Sam keeps trying to tell him that he doesn’t understand, he saw Dean last week, they had dinner together, please, Dean, you’re scaring my kid. (Lilith doesn’t look scared. She looks angry. Lucifer pats her head and tucks her closer to him before he wraps an arm around Sam to bring him in, too.)

Dean is still mad, shows it in how he stomps around the kitchen and keeps yelling. Sam flinches. A sound like grinding metal rings in his ears and is gone. Lucifer’s grip tightens.

“Make him go away, Sam,” Lucifer says, cold. Or maybe Lilith says it, furious.

Or maybe that’s just Sam, “Dean, please, just leave us alone. You need help. I don’t know where you got that knife, but you need to put it down before you hurt someone.”

“There’s no one else here but me and you!” Sam grabbing for Lucifer’s hand, it feels real, it is real. Maybe another time, another Dean, would have the patience to be gentle about this, but not here. He’s still got blood drying in hard to reach places, and he hasn’t forgotten what Purgatory smelled like. “You went off the deep end, fine, at least it ain’t demon blood. But you couldn’t pull it together for a whole year? Not even to save me?”

And abruptly, Lucifer says, a soft whisper in Sam’s ear laced with concern, “Sam, baby, who are you talking to?”

Sam blinks.

“It’s alright,” Lucifer says. “Lilith’s not scared.” Hoists her up as Sam turns his head to look at both of them. (“Sam, look at me, damnit!” but it’s fuzzy and faraway now.) “Your dad’s got imaginary friends, too,” Lucifer tells their daughter, then looks at Sam, worried, “right?”

“Right.” That sounds right. “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay,” Lucifer repeats, hand on Sam’s face. “Is it gone now?”

Sam looks back where Dean was, looks right through him, and finally, Dean realizes how bad this actually is.

“Yeah, no one there.” Lucifer kisses Sam’s cheek. Sam just shuts his eyes, breathes, and the kitchen smells like breakfast. He’s safe. He’s happy.

And for a lack of a better option, Dean hits him over the head hard enough to knock him out cold.

When Sam wakes up in the backseat of the Impala, (she’s dirty and scratched up and her engine makes a funny sound, but he swears he just had her cleaned) he’s head’s in fragments, he can’t understand what’s happening, he’s terrified of what Dean might do to him, and the longer Dean drives, the more scared he gets, his mind filling in the blank spaces of unconsciousness with memories of Lucifer with a bullet hole in his head on the ground and Lilith screaming. And he doesn’t know what happened. He doesn’t know where they’re going or why.

But hey. At least Dean got his brother back.

s8 Sam living fully in a hallucination where he and Lucifer are married and raising a little girl who looks like Lilith you are real to me

[sanzusbestie]

Hey ! So with your help I went through your rules 😀

And please may I request bike rides with Mitsuya, Hakkai and Sanzu? Angry too may be? (You choose)

If thats okay. You can skip if you dont feel like writing this one. Thank you for your time!

Good dayyy

BIKE RIDES !

❁ Characters : Mitsuya, Hakkai, Sanzu, Angry and gn!reader

❁ Genre : Fluff

❁ Warnings : None

❁ A/n : Hello ! Thanks again for the clarifications lol. The dad of a kid I babysit once came to get me with his motorcycle (nothing weird lmao I just had no bus at that hour, but he IS young and handsome 👀 tho) and it was my first time and I've always been afraid of them. However it was pretty fun. I had to hold onto the little bar behind tho cuz there was no way I'd hold onto him lmao the embarrassment o.m.g neverrrrrr. Thank you for requesting and have a nice day !

Mitsuya Takashi

You understood why Mitsuya couldn't go on dates often, you were never one to complain.

But he still felt bad about it, saying that it wasn't fair for you and you deserved more.

"Tomorrow. I promise I'll take you somewhere tomorrow."

"Takashi, I swear I understand if you're tired."

But he would have none of it.

That's why he came the next day, as he promised, to get you.

"Uh... Not gonna lie, I didn't have time to plan anything," be sheepishly said.

He handed you a helmet he bought specially for you again, you had lost your last one because you didn't strap his and it flew.

"It's okay, Takashi," you smiled sincerely.

He softly strapped your helmet and helped you get on the motorcycle.

You felt your heart racing and the engine wasn't the reason.

No matter how long you've been with Mitsuya, he never failed to make you feel like this.

Like he was still just your crush.

And maybe he was still that in a way, you thought as he searched for your hands, gently taking them to place them around his waist.

You didn't mind doing nothing, just riding.

You didn't mind as he turned around a bit to beam at you at the red light.

You didn't mind as he quickly leaned in to peck your lips before driving again.

You didn't mind doing nothing, as long as it was with him.

Shiba Hakkai

Late, late, late.

You were late once again for school because you kept hitting the snooze button.

And if you didn't hurry, you'd get an hour of detention because it was the sixth time this month.

You had only one option : you called your boyfriend.

When you finished getting ready, Hakkai was already waiting for you.

"Are you scared ?" he asked as you got on his motorcycle, "It's your first time after all. If... If you're scared, you can... You know... You can-"

"Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury to be scared," you laughed as you held onto his waist.

Poor boy blushed hard.

"Alright, let's-" you tiredly rested your head on his back, he couldn't voice his thoughts anymore.

"Let's go, Hakkai, I'm already falling asleep again," you giggled.

Unbeknownst to him, your heart too was pounding.

The speed of the ride immediately woke you from your slumber and made you gasp, air hitting your face.

"Are you okay ?" you heard Hakkai ask.

"Yeah. Just surprised."

You nerves eased a few seconds after and you actually started to enjoy it.

Maybe it was because you were with Hakkai ?

You didn't know.

What you did know was that his high school was the complete opposite way, so you'd made sure to hug the life out of him for being an amazing boyfriend.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

The first time Sanzu took you for a ride, you yelled.

He had to park on the side of the road to check if you were okay but also because he couldn't stop laughing and was scared to get into an accident because of that.

You kept on saying things like "I can't, Haru. My heart... It's gonna stop." which made him laugh even more.

So it really surprised him when you asked him if you could go on a ride again, but he didn't refuse.

This time, he could tell your screams were from adrenaline and not fear and he was happy about it.

He could feel your heart on his back ; it made him smile.

It soon became your favourite thing to do with Sanzu, especially when it was late.

One night, he told you to close your eyes as he wanted to surprise you.

You bit your lip hard, hesitating, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you.

You eventually accepted and shut your eyes.

"You can open them now, angel."

The sight you met left you speechless, you had never been there yet.

Sanzu had taken you to one of these roads that overlook the city.

It was just the two of you there, dominating Tokyo.

And with the wind brushing your face, you laughed in genuine enjoyment and shed a tear of happiness.

Haruchiyo soon joined you in your laughter, you could feel it through your grip on his waist.

"I love you, Haru," you screamed in the night.

Being close to him made you feel free like you had never before.

"I love you more, angel !"

You knew you were in imminent danger when he accelerated and, somehow, air ripping through your hair, heart endlessly racing in sync with his, you wanted the night to last forever.

Kawata Souya

"Hey Y/n <3 I'm in your neighborhood, wanna go on a ride ?" Angry texted you.

"Yeah :D" you replied.

You quickly got ready and met him on the street.

"Sorry, I didn't take Nahoya's helmet with me but have mine !" he offered.

"No, don't worry you can keep it."

"Have mine," he repeated (demanded).

As the engine started roaring, you held him tight and kiss his right shoulder.

"I love you, Souya, you know ?" you mumbled.

He chuckled and said "I love you too."

You were riding through the streets of Shibuya with no destination in mind.

"You're going awfully slow babe," you remarked.

"It's because I'm thinking of a place we could go to."

But you had other plans.

"Forget about that," you started. "Teach me how to ride this motorcycle !"

"I don't think that's a great idea."

After ten minutes of bugging him, he parked and you switched placed.

"Okay, so you should put your hands like this," he advised covering your hands with his to position them. He leaned in and put his chin on your shoulder. "And you start it like that."

But you weren't watching the bike anymore, your gaze was fixed on him.

"Hey, you should pay attention," he said softly, turning his head to meet your eyes.

"Yeah," you whispered before pressing your lips against his.

Kiss after kiss, it almost became a make out session. Almost.

"Alright babe ! I watched you riding this bike enough to know how to do it !"

You didn't wait for answer and started the engine.

You had no idea what you were doing and almost crashed against a tree, if it wasn't for Angry's fast reflexes.

It was silent for a few moments, neither of you deciding to say anything.

Until you exclaimed, wide smile and fist in the air :

"Again !"

"No."

❁ Taglist : @eriskaitto @smycc

[killa-trav]

honestly at the start of last year I was a bit iffy on Yuki when he went off on his engineers blah blah but it was more stress than anything really. now it's just pure racism behind all the bullshit he gets, in general his on track behavior has been cleaner than a lot of the grid

the power of the media is absolutely amazing, they all made yuki seem like this angry hot tempered rude cunt but he is the opposite. just like any other driver he gets angry which is understandable because adrenaline makes you do and say crazy things but yuki gets absolutely scrutinised for the exact same thing the white drivers on the grid do. at this point, yuki is genuinely better of staying silent for ever more but even then people would have a problem w him

like verstappen has been shouting and screaming at his team in the past few races and yet it’s always its heat of the moment, it shows that he wants to win shows he has a world championship mentality, last time i checked shouting and swearing at your team is unprofessional and way worse than what yuki has ever said but guess who gets treated worse?

[a-cupof-jo]

[11:22 PM]

''MY HAND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR BURGER. '' '' shit, fine, let's have a look... '' + Resident Doctor!Jungwoo

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: blood, swearing

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“Go!” the window shattered behind you as you raced towards the idle car and man lounging inside of it, “Go, go, go, go, go,” the urgency in your voice rose as you slammed into the side of the car, your hand jerking quickly on the handle to get the door open. “Unlock the car!”

“I thought you wanted me to go,” Jungwoo cast a startled look as he attempted to get the car to turn over. “One or the other, you need to choose.”

You listened as the engine clicked once, twice, three times, but didn’t hum to life, ready to take charge for you. Jungwoo’s piece of shit had failed you one time too many, and now you were going to pay for it.

“Hey! You need to pay for that!” a voice rang out behind you. 

Risking a glance back, you saw your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend stomping out of the burger palace you had just fled. Glass crunched under his shoes as he stalked towards you.

There was no way in hell you were letting him catch up, or paying for the food that was currently being tossed about the bag in your hand. 

“Jungwoo get your pile of horse shit car to work,” you yelled as you jerked on the handle again. “Why won’t this stupind thing open?” 

“Don’t listen to her baby, she’s just upset,” Jungwoo ran his hand over the dashboard. His voice was meant to sooth, but the fact that he had turned it on for his car of all things irked you even more.

You let out a yell and pulled your hand back, curling the fingers tighter around the paperbag you swung forward letting your knuckles go through the glass of the window. Pain rippled up your wrist and arm as glass shattered, cutting into your skin and the passenger seat of Jungwoo’s car. 

Jungwoo looked at you in horror as you unlocked the door and lunged into the passenger seat.

“Stop gawking, drive!” You reached over, grabbing the gear shift as jerking it into drive.

Even if Jungwoo’s head wasn’t in it, his body had to have been. Turning the key over one last time you almost sobbed in relief as the engine sputtered to life. The car squealed forward and you braced your now bleeding hand against the dash. Angry voices followed you out of the parking lot and you knew you would never be able to go back to Salvey’s Diner. Not like you wanted to, their burgers weren’t that good, and if the waitstaff was going to be the same then…

“My poor baby,” Jungwoo wasn’t looking at you. No, his eyes were transfixed on the hole that was formerly known as the car's passenger side window. “Don’t worry, Brenda. We’ll get you fixed right up.” His fingers stroked, stroked, the steering wheel. 

You didn't know how to feel about that.

 A car in the opposite lane swerved out of the way as Brenda veered over the center line.

Okay, yes, you did.

“Jungwoo, pay more attention to the road. Less to your flaky girlfriend.” You said, thought it came out as more of a screech. 

He shot you a dirty look but straightened the car, “So you want to tell me why we are runned from Slavator Marone and the sunshine group.” His voice raised to reach you over the sound of the wind whistling through the car. 

“Not important right now, and we aren’t running from them.”

“You have blood running all over my precious Brenda. Not to mention you tried to destroy my burger and you want to tell me that we aren’t being chased.”

You tried to shrug off the incredulous tone, “I’m not the one they are going to have a problem with. I was just getting your burger.”

Jungwoo slammed on the brakes, making your body collide with the dash. Your hand and the bag full of fries and Jungwoo’s burger pinched between the car and you.

“My burger!” Jungwoo cast a horrified look your way as he pulled off to the side of the road. At least you had made it out of town. No one out there would question why two young adults were driving around with a broken window and an armful of bloody food.

“I don’t think that that should be your main concern right now,” you winced as you looked down at the blood covering your hand.

He hopped out the car and raced around opening yours, “Oh really, then what should be my concern? Why you came running out of one of the only diners in town while it looked like the inside was in the middle of a bar fight? Or why you couldn’t give me half a second longer to unlock the door and decided to punch out my window? Not only hurting my car, but also putting my burger in danger?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he was in there, serving tables. I tried to get in and get out, but then one of the older patrons started bickering with another one and he saw and then I was blamed for it and a full out brawl started,” you shoved the bag at him. You hoped his buns were soggy. “That’s when I finally got your stupid food an hightailed it out of there.”

“You put my burger in the crossfire of your awful ex and two drunk old men?”

“Ugh,” you shoved him away and stepped out of the car, preparing to walk back to your house. “Forget it. Enjoy your food.” Stalking away from him, you felt like there was one more thing to say, “JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY HAND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR BURGER.” Gravel crunched under your feet as you stomped your way down the road.

You hadn’t made it more than five steps when a hand wrapped around your uninjured wrist,

Jungwoo pulled you around to look at him, his eyes soft with an apology, “You’re right. Shit, fine, let's have a look. Come back to the car.”

You shouldn’t have followed him back, but you did. He had been more worried about his car and burger than he had been about you. Hurt filled your system, but you knew that it would be easier to have a trained professional do it then try to fix up your hand by yourself.

“Dr. L/n, what do we have here?”

Fuck, he was making it a learning moment. 

“I don’t know, doctor, what does it look like to you?” You weren’t on the clock, you could be snarky at him.

“Do you want me to help?” he squeezed your hand harder than necessary.

“Not really.”

“Too bad.” He examined your hand and worked quickly to clean up the cuts with the tools he found in his emergency first aid kit. “Doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches, but I am going to wrap it to help stop the bleeding. Make sure you keep it clean.”

“Anything else?” you roll your eyes as he ties off the gauze. 

“Accept half of my burger and fries as a peace offering.’’ He said smiling sheepishly before reaching into the paper bag and grabbing half of his burger. He held it out to you as he grab a carton of fries, your carton of fries, out of the bag. 

You rolled your eyes at him, but patted the trunk of the car, letting him know he could sit next to you. 

“I’m still upset with you, you know.” you said through a mouthful of bread and meat.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am still upset with you too.” He brought a pile of firse to his lips and smiled, “but now we at least get to say that we were involved in a car chase.”

“But nobody was actually chasing us?”

“They don’t need to know that.”

“You’re trouble, you know that, Dr. Kim?”

“Only when I’m with you, Y/n.”

And the butterflies in your stomach took flight.