#wdc blanket

[romanaisalive]

1980s

The decade where the individual concepts completely took over. Which is kind of a concept in itself, I suppose. Also, hello McLaren dominance era.

Alan Jones - 1980

Team: Williams (Azure)

Gotta be honest here, I have zero information about this man. Nr 350 from YARNutopia's 365 Days of Granny Squares collection.

Nelson Piquet - 1981, 1983, 1987

Teams: Brabham (Bumblebee), Williams (Azure)

No concept, nice pattern at least. Shell stitch by Loopara.

Keke Rosberg - 1982

Team: Williams (Azure)

I wanted something snow- or ice-like (because first Finnish champion), ended up with Spiked Granny Square by Adore Crea Crochet.

Niki Lauda - 1984

Team: McLaren (Mist)

Same as in the 70s, technical but not too flashy. It's also the only textured square in the 80s which is somehow fitting, considering Lauda retired then came back to win one more. Mosaik by Claudetta Crochet.

Alain Prost - 1985-86, 1989

Team: McLaren (Mist)

This pattern is one of my all-time favorites so I assigned it to one of my favorite drivers. Remember when I said some of these have bias? Yeah, this is one of them. It's more on the structured side and the shape is a bit like French architecture, if you squint. Willow by Adore Crea Crochet.

Ayrton Senna - 1988

Team: McLaren (Mist)

I wanted something to compliment Prost's squares but also more organic-explosive where that is more structured. It even looks a little like raindrops, fitting. (Watch a wet race with Senna. It's an Experience.) I love this pattern, Petal Burst by Blossom Crochet.

F1 WDCs historical blanket - crochet project

I finished with the 1950s so figured I would start posting the updates on this project. :)

Format

Granny square blanket, 7x10 + 5 squares (last row filled out with extra background color)

Concept

Each square is corresponding to a F1 world champion, 1950-2024. Yarn color depends on what team they won with, pattern depends on the person. Yarn colors are based on either the car color or the logo / general association, whichever works best. Pattern assignment has a mix of High Concept, helmet design, Vibes and "this is a nice pattern and I'm running out of ideas".

Yarn used

Scheepjes Softfun, I mark the color used in parentheses with every square.

First update under the cut :)

1950s

Decade concept: first decade = foundations of the sport, so to speak, so I used combinations of the basic granny square.

Giuseppe Farina - 1950

Team: Alfa Romeo (Jade)

First winner ever so I used the basic granny square.

Juan Manuel Fangio - 1951, 1954-57

Teams: Alfa Romeo (Jade), Mercedes 2x (Cool Blue), Ferrari (Candy Apple), Maserati (Mahogany)

A defining figure of the 50s and F1 in general, I chose the most imposing basic square that came to mind - super solid.

Alberto Ascari, 1952-53

Team: Ferrari (Candy Apple)

C2C is a basic square I enjoy, and it looks nice with the Ferrari red. No deeper thoughts in this.

Mike Hawthorn, 1958

Team: Ferrari (Candy Apple)

Circle is one more variation on the basic square, no further thought process behind this one.

Jack Brabham, 1959

Team: Cooper (Sky)

The pattern for Brabham was an interesting question because he won both in the 50s and the 60s, so needed a pattern that worked for basic concept of the 50s and the more varied ones of the 60s as well. I decided on the Fancy Basic square by Cherished Memories Crochet on youtube, still a variation on the basic square but with a bit more interest. It makes for a nice transitional pattern between the decades.

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 9

pairing: grid x reader

summary: you just got your wisdom teeth out, just in time for winter break fun with headcanons

a/n: thanks for the request, I missed the club❤️ ALSO! the original post just hit 1,500 notes??? like guys🥹 ilysm, you don’t even know. you are still reading my silly little writings, and i appreciate that more than you know. every like, comment, and reblog is the reason we are here 9 parts later (seriously you should see how happy i am when i see comments)

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- You didn’t tell anyone else on the grid other than Lance, obviously

- They were all surprised when it was announced that you were going to be missing Abu Dahbi

- Your oral surgeon only had that Wednesday free before Christmas

- …and let’s be real, your seat was secure, you weren’t going to win the WDC, and the constructors championship was locked in

- You would raise hell if you couldn’t enjoy the food around the holidays, so missing the last race it was

- You were exhausted from the season and appreciated the early break

- Lance just let it slip to the drivers on Friday a couple of hours after he got there

- You were sitting at home with Kimi, swollen and in pain all Friday

- “What do you mean she won’t be here? We have our presents for her” Fernando pouts

- Charles one day ships you cases of his gelato with a note telling you to feel better, he’s trying to get into the club for the gossip

- Lance gets invited to the club meeting to his surprise

- He assumes that they want to check in on you, despite them blowing up your phone

- No, he was VERY wrong

- Lance got roped into showing them videos of you on drugs

- Their favorite was the one of you when you first came out from being under

- “I’m married? Oh my god, I married Nico Hülkenberg? This is the best day of my life”

- You were sobbing tears of joy

- Nico was sent the video immediately, you gave him permission via text to post it the next day

- The second favorite was your favorite to laugh at

- You went on a massive rant about how Susie Wolff is a MILF and how you hoped Toto could fight because the female driver was your woman crush and you WILL have her

- Susie loved the video (George and Lewis sent it in the Mercedes family gc), Toto… not as much but he was amused

- You got a lot of fussing drivers on Facetime during the meeting

- You were loopy af from the painkillers and general exhaustion during it, it wasn’t your fault they called you late

- Kimi forced them to shut up and hang up so you could sleep

- Carlos joked about being relieved that there wasn’t another race for you to follow his trend during an interview

- You won the first race the next year

- Your phone started blowing up with messages on social media wishing you a quick recovery

- Most of the book club showed up to your home after Abu Dahbi, wanting to make a quick stop to check in before the break

- “Hello, wife,” Nico greets you when he sees you

- You joked you were about to file for divorce from Lance, who just sighed and went to get you a carton of LEC

- You had to film you opening your secret santa gift and send it to the F1 social team

- You got a quilt blanket that had a square for each book you read with the club since it started

- You actually started sobbing (you blamed the meds, even if you were actually crying)

- Lewis got the biggest hug ever, he enlisted help from Valtteri for all the books

- You forced them to cut the parts of you crying out of the video

- You got Logan an old iPod full of popular music (you hacked into his phone to check the genres he liked) from his childhood and now

- Obviously you added headphones and a couple chargers

- Logan used it all the time, he called you immediately to thank you

- You had the honors of choosing the first book over winter break

- You chose an F1 romance novel

- Boy oh boy were those meetings fun, just tearing up the book for its inaccuracy

- Daniel vowed to write an accurate one and sell it

- Spoiler Alert: he never did

- But Fernando did

- It was an international bestseller

[earth-to-lottie]

i never ever thought I’d say this

i miss the good ole days when all we had to worry about was a landogate after he said something stupid on stream

people are so fucking nasty and i KNOW that he sees it all and that hurts so bad because i know he’s going to agree with and believe everything the trolls are saying because despite that massive ego y’all think he has, he’s his own biggest critic

being a troll and sending death threats, taking 1 line out of context of a whole interview and making shit up about a person you’ve never met says a lot more about you than it EVER will the driver you hate

I wanna wrap him in a blanket and protect him from the world because these people are some of the nastiest vile people on this planet because I guarantee if they were stood infront of him they wouldn’t DARE say half the shit they spew online

no I don’t just support him because he’s hot. no I’m not blinded by being his fan, I’ve called him out when the time has called for it. I’ve been supporting him since he was the lil cutie chronically online boy my age with a sister who does the same sport as me and has a sense of humour to die for and a talent unlike any I’ve seen for a LONG LONG time. I sobbed watching him get his first pole. I sobbed watching him achieve his first win and I will sob WHEN he gets his first WDC. It will come because he is good enough and always has been. It may not be this year but his day is coming. And I will be loudly cheering him on then as I am now because I’m a fan on his good days, yes. But I’m his loudest and biggest fan on his worst days. THAT is what it is to be a part of the LN4 community.

I hope he takes this couple of weeks to have a break from socials, go golfing with max and come back swinging.

[two-white-butterflies]

the last time | m33 and c55

Description: You wanted to be his priority - is that too much to ask? After moving on from Max, he sees you around the paddock - with someone that treats you so much better.

Pairing: max verstappen/indie-actress!reader, carlos sainz/actress!reader (eventual)

Rating: Teen [angst]

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yourname_daisies: happy new year everyone ✨ have a blessed 2021. i found love last year and i hope that you find yours this year. 💕

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maxverstappen1: 🦁❤️🎉

thisloveisgood: my fav actress to f1 wag pipeline

bestianlives7: we gotta gatekeep her

esties9nando: This white man stole my wife??

Max reminded you of summer. Sunny. Smiling. Warm. He was your vacation, your rest and your home. "I missed you," you mumbled leaning deeper into his touch. "How was filming?" he inquired, pouring you a glass of wine. "Hectic, but nothing compared to racing." you chuckled - pressing a kiss to his jaw.

This year - everything revolved around him. It revolved around his practices and how he could fight to win the WDC. He slumped on the sofa beside you - reaching for the blanket and allowing it to cover the lower part of your torso.

"What movie are we going to watch?" he reached for the popcorn in the coffee table. Excited for what kind of film you'd choose. Last time it was horror - but you were in a romantic mood. "Something romantic comedy, I kinda wanna sleep tonight." you chuckled, browsing through Netflix's large catalogue of movies.

A small exhale exits his mouth - the air conditioner was making the room colder. A perfect temperature for watching a movie. "I can't wait until we get to watch you in Netflix," he prophecized. "I have a feeling that it's going to be soon." you smiled.

"Yeah, we'll watch your movie next month right? Licorice Pizza, I've already told everyone to watch it." he boasted, showing you that he did his job spreading the good word on the grid. A small giggle escapes your mouth - seeing that dedicated smile on his face.

"I can't find anything - let's just rewatch black mirror." you sighed, pressing on the familiar poster. It wasn't like you were going to watch a single thing tonight.

yourname_daisies: a piece of art ✨

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maxverstappen1: ❤️📸

licorizepizza: 💕

y/nsuperfan: when she posts him all the time but he doesn't post her 😭 you can do so much better than this queen.

Carlossainz55: hermosa y hermoso 💪🏽 - yourname_daisies: gracias señor ✨

"Max Verstappen! You are champion of the world!" the man behind you screams into his mic. Even though your boyfriend finished second in the race - he won the WDC. "He did it!" you smiled, embracing your friend who was cheering for the both of you.

Max steps out of his car - jumping with joy as he began to embrace his team. He hugged Christian first, then his best friend then one of his engineers - but he passed you. He didn't even look in your direction. That was the moment you knew. You weren't his priority.

Mijn Pearl (Y/N L/N) Congratulations on the WDC Maxie! I'm so proud of you!!

You stared at the message that you sent out to him. It's been six hours. According to your friends he's currently partying in the redbull yacht - completely oblivious of your existence. "Did he seriously forget about you again? Just because he's champion of the world doesn't mean that he's allowed to forget you." your best friend antagonized - annoyed that you were being treated this way.

"He's probably overwhelmed with winning. I'm sure that he hasn't touched his phone since." you hid your phone inside your pocket. About to cry because of his neglect. He didn't even look at you. It was like - you disappeared into thin air.

"I don't care about him. Let's go party!" your friend screamed, pulling you inside one of the nightclubs. You shrug. It was probably the best thing to do. Anything to take your mind off him.

Carlos sits beside you - a cup of water at hand. "What are you doing here?" you inquire, surprised to see him in this kind of place. "I ditched the redbull party a few hours ago. Me and Lando were looking for you." he informed, taking a shot of his vodka.

A fake smile paints your lips - you completely forgot about how furious you felt about Max. "I decided to hang out with my friends," you lied - not wanting to talk shit about your boyfriend. "Ahh, I see. Do you want more alcohol? Lando will drive us home." he half-yelled due to the techno music blasting the room. "Yeah!" your best friend yelled in return, dancing to the tune with her upper body.

"Shit, are we gonna get that drunk?" you giggled, already seeing the drinks pile in your table. Soon enough Lando and Carlos were sitting beside you. Gossiping about F1 and other team's strategy. "Bottoms up!" Carlos suddenly yelled, prompting for all of you to take shots.

Carlossainz55: Anyone know what's happening? 🤣

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foolishone38: Who is the girl in the second slide? With the black hair? She's so hot 😭 - bechele87: she's max's gf - foolishone38: not anymore...

imolatifosi5: y/n wasn't in the redbull afterparty? how was carlos hanging out with her? and where is max?

Gluteous Maximus (Max Verstappen) Where are you?

Mijn Pearl (Y/N L/N) Hey I'm in Lando's apartment. me n BSF/N so drunk 💀 we had to haul ass to the closest room

Gluteous Maximus (Max Verstappen) u safe? i can pick u up

Mijn Pearl (Y/N L/N) I'm too sleepy. I'll meet u in the hotel room tom. ily congratulations baby 💗

Gluteous Maximus (Max Verstappen) Thank you! ❤️ night

You couldn't stop crying on the drive home.

"I can't believe that I'm feeling this way." you wiped the tears away from your eyes, drunkenly mumbling about how Max made you feel alone. "You poor thing," your best friend pulled your head closer to her chest. "I felt invisible," you sobbed while Carlos rubbed comforting circles on your back. "It's normal to feel that way," he mumbled - unsure on how to comfort you.

"You need to talk to him - communication is the most important part of a relationship." Lando lectured while driving his car around the busy city. "Since when did you become an expert in love?" Carlos slurred, body moving alongside the car. "Since now." Lando popped his lips, halting in front of his apartment building.

"I don't know the entire story but I'm on your side." he removed his seatbelt, opening the door to his car.

yourname_daisies: 'Licorice Pizza' is nominated for three academy awards. I'm so proud of us! 💗✨

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maxverstappen1: congratulations ❤️ - yourname_daisies: thank you max

LandoNorris: Don't forget us when ur rich n famous

You didn't tell him about the troubles that you were feeling in the relationship. You figured that time would heal everything, and his fame would settle down - but it never did. The fame never got to his head - but the neglect got to yours.

"Max, can we get an autograph?" his fans followed the both of you around. At first, he entertained them - but as more of them draw closer you both attempted to run away. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, attempting to navigate a crowded street.

One of the paparazzis bumped your shoulder. And the worst thing happened. He dropped your hand - and you swore that this would be the last time. The last time you dealt with this.

MAX VERSTAPPEN AND GIRLFRIEND CONFIRM BREAKUP.

(TWO YEARS LATER)

Carlossainz55: We look good together, no? ✨

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Max didn't think that he'd ever see you again.

He's read articles about your new life. How you won an Oscar a year after breaking up with him. How your dating one of his friends.

He sees you from across the paddock - wearing a color that he'd never thought he'd see you wear. Red. Ferrari red. With Carlos Sainz trailing behind you loyally.

He sees you walking towards him, and he contemplates on whether or not he should say 'hi'. He sees you walking towards him - until you're already past him. Bumping shoulders but never looking back.

[pookietsunoda]

Saw this post abt Alonso getting accidentally electrocuted and thinking he was 14 (as well as this tag on a reblog)

what if... the whole grid accidentally got struck by some deus ex machina non fatal zap that gave them temporary amnesia and they all became convinced they were 14 for a day? Here is what I think would happen:

First off, they're all so hyped about being F1 drivers and get excited about the dumbest shit (phone games, wheel guns, tire blankets)

Max and Charles fight each other over the Inchident

George is starstruck by the fact that Alex is an F1 racer (bc Alex was his karting hero growing up) but Alex didn't become friends with George until he was 15, so he has no idea who George is, which is Humiliating to fragile teenage George.

Half of them can't speak English fluently yet. Only the younger ones (Oscar, Franco, etc) know that google translate exists and they help massively in the linguistic problems.

Unclear whether or not Pierre and Esteban are besties or enemies, or both. They are one of those things, and they're insane about it because they're teenagers. Lance and Esteban are probably like Normal friends though.

Lewis is like "where tf is Nico" and finds adult Nico. Lewis is super pumped to hear that they both made it to F1, were teammates and won WDCs, Lewis is an F1 GOAT, and that Nico married his childhood crush. (Their life trajectories literally sound like what a kid imagines their future to be like.) And Nico is like "hey we actually had a falling out" and Lewis is like "that's crazy man, how would we stop being friends? You want some frosties?"

Immediate Spanish speaker clique between Fernando, Carlos, Checo, and Franco. They are shook that THE Fernando Alonso wants to be besties with them (especially Carlos since Fernando is his hero).

KMag and Hulk are probably friends since this is pre Suck My Balls and they're friends now so, their energies align I guess.

Being 14 year olds who find out they're rich and famous, they all want to escape into the real world and take joyrides in the expensive cars they own/ drink alcohol/ see strippers/ buy crazy stuff and their team staff is like OH NO WE CAN'T LET THEM ESCAPE (Thus ensues comedy gold of the team staff chasing kids who have the bodies of professional athletes around the track and trying to contain them)

If in Singapore, Yuki and Zhou manage to escape because they are 2 East Asians wearing designer and F1 merch and they blend in with the fans. (As a disguise, they swap team shirts and put on surgical masks and people are like "Is that Zhou Guanyu?" "Nah why would Zhou be wearing a Yuki shirt?") Word gets out in the drivers whatsapp that they escaped and they immediately get bombarded with requests for what to buy for the rest of the paddock. They cannot rly understand each other but Zhou can get around Sgp pretty easily bc a lot of people there speak Mandarin. He has to stop Yuki from breaking at least five Singaporean laws. They stuff themselves at hawker stands and have a great field trip but then get recognized and have to make an emergency getaway on a stolen electric scooter. They do get Lewis his Frosties.

Lewis doesn't know he's a vegan and almost ruins his reputation by being spotted by paparazzi eating Frosties with non vegan milk. Also gives himself a nasty stomachache.

Despite being told not to tell other people about the mass amnesia, Max and Lance both call their dads. Lawrence is like "My poor son! I will get the experts to look into this right away!" Jos is like "idc if you don't remember how to drive the car, you're gonna do it or I'll disown you." Daniel and Lando grab the phone and tell Jos he's a meanie and also was a shit F1 driver, then hang up.

George finds chewing gum at the bottom of someone's bag and starts spiraling, convinced that the Singaporean police are going to arrest and execute them all for possessing illegal items.

Lord of the Flies scenario where George and Oscar are trying to organize everyone to make sure they don't accidentally hurt themselves, whereas Lando, Fernando, KMag, Daniel, and a few others are just trying to have a good time and cause chaos. Bottas and Alex and a third group are just like quietly messing around in the back.

They come to a truce in order to organize a GPDA strike because they have been banned from leaving the track until they regain their memories. They barricade themselves in someone's garage and have a sleepover on the floor with lots of candy and games. Lewis finds a guitar and plays Wonderwall.

They wake up the next day extremely confused (but remembering everything) and race as normal LOL

[dear-ao3]

2024 March me had minimal f1 knowledge from my grandpa watching it when we were kids in the background

2024 September me cried over Danny Ric three times today, watches 80s races as background TV during work (I need my Emotional Support Prost to deal with my idiot colleagues okay) and has a detailed plan for a 1950-2020 WDCs crochet blanket

HOW DID WE GET HERE

the power of insanity!

[bon2bonn]

Just you and me

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

*Part of a thousand day of summer with you , what if our female driver didn't join Mercedes back in 2019, what if Red Bull gave her a new offer compensating for the past and offering her a long time seat alongside Max which proves to be the best decision they made to day , with six WDC between them and more to come , a little surprise made it's way to them , more specifically to Max which halted any chance of bringing their buried feelings to light . Or in other words : Red Bull!female!driver X single dad!Max feat the cutest bundle of sunshine called Poe .

Frantic Knocks paired with the bell ringing on repeat scared her out of her sleep , she hastily jumped out of bed with her feet tangled up in the sheets making her stumble a bit but she got out and made her way to the front door, glancing at the clock on her way she cursed at the time , 03:18 glared back at her and she prepared herself to give whoever dared to wake her in this damned time a piece of her mind .

she threw the door open, face contoured into a scowl , ready to curse at who stood on the other side but halted as she came face to face with her teammate Max.

A very tired and on the verge of crying Max, his hair messed and his eyes half closed and from where she stood she could see how red they are , but that's not the only thing that got her to halt , it's also the fuzzing bundle in his arms, letting out whines that soon turned into loud cries making Max clench his eyes as if in pain before turning to address her in a hoarse voice " I don't know what to do, I fed him , and I changed him twice , and tried everything but he won't stop crying, and I don't know what else to do " she closed her gaping mouth quickly letting him in and shut the door behind them .

She led him to the living room where she turned the lights on and took the baby bag from him arm , putting it aside before taking the squirming baby out of his hands , cooing gently at the boy as she held him to her chest " oh , baby , why the sad face , look at how tired your papa is , you're giving him a hard time now ? " The boy cooed in content, his cries are long gone once he settled in her arms, slowly falling asleep listening to her gentle words as she hummed to him mixed with her heart beat , he was more than willing to rest after a long wailing session that chased the wits out of his father's mind .

Speaking of his father, she turned to check on him only to find him passed out on the couch, he operated on autopilot the whole way up to her house and the moment he passed his son to her and his cries ceased he was left in awe at how quick he settled the moment her voice reached his ears, both him and his son honestly, and he didn't waste a moment to fall back and drift the moment his head hit the cushions .

She looked at the sleeping man on her couch before looking back down at the bundle in her arms, she whispered to him gently " look poe , your papa is out as a light , what do you think? Should we let him get some rest ? " He cooed at her making her humm , adjusting him into one arm while she took a blanket from the side draping it over the sleeping Max, turning off the lights after making sure he's comfortable in his position before heading to her room taking the bag with her , she settled the now sleeping baby on the bed , setting the pillows as a makeshift barriers for the night, then she settled herself after she made sure nothing would disturb his sleep for the time being, knowing her day would be busy to say the least .

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

The first thing that max was aware of when he woke up the next morning was the soft blanket covering him , then he smiled at the strong smell of freshly made coffee, for the first time in months he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, the peaceful haze of morning, it's quiet, too quiet for his usual routine of his son waking him up in ungodly hours wailing himself to no end , then he sprung up , searching frantically for his missing son , his mind a scrambled mess as he looked around in confusion his brain is yet to fully catch up with his now growing panic , and just when he was about to get to his feet she came in , with his boy now changed and dressed in one of his adorable themed onesie with his racing number on the back and a trophy on the front paired with a small blue beanie over his head , he relaxed and laid back down watching curiously .

She was talking to little poe quietly as she made her way to the rocking chair by the balcony sliding doors seemingly unaware of him being awake " okay popo , how about we get you fed , then we could do our chores for the day while your papa get some sleep , what do you think ? " The boy let out a small squeak while his gaze was fixed on her as she caressed his cheeks softly before adjusting him up properly to feed him , his small hands grasping hers as she held the bottle , same as his dad's who she didn't notice yet , silently basking in the sight of before him , at how she easily she handled his distressed son in a matter of seconds , his mind drifting to what his life would've been, if he didn't hesitate when he had his chance to confess , if he didn't let his anger cloud his judgement back in Silverstone ? , if he didn't let that deadbeat woman who's now the mother of his son weasel her way into his bed ? , what if ? , and as his teammate always said is the best way to let your thoughts eat you alive, and get your mind to mourns the possibility of things that might've not even happen the way you think they would've.

Her voice snapped him back as she whispered to his boy " you know poe , your papa is doing his best, he's new to this kind of life but , he's learning along the way and he's doing a great job , so how about we make a promise, just you and me , to help him the best as we could, cause he needs to know that he don't have to do everything on his own, specially not this , okay ? " She reached out her pinky, and the boy didn't hesitate to grasp it with his fist closing around it tightly, making her nod in agreement as she shook his hand " okay " then planted a delicate kiss on the back of it before humming as she stood up , patting his back lightly to purp him and when it didn't work she went to the couch laying him on his back before taking his feet gently and started to do cycling motions, making sure to be gentle, then switched to support his knees up while doing circular moves then let him rest before asking " ready to let the bad air out ? " He grunts at her , making her chuckle as she proceeded with the exercises turning halfway to look at the other side of the couch where Max laid, smiling widely when her eyes lock with his now wide awake blues, greeting him softly " morning sleepy head " , he groaned and turned into his side , facing them fully and greeted back with a slight pout and voice still heavy with sleep " morning" watching as she carried on with her work but she nods her head at the kitchen " I made you a fresh pot of coffee , and your favourite too , but first come on up , we have to finish our exercise isn't that right pow pow? " the said boy grinned at her attention his arms waving as his father dragged himself to move to their side curiously watching as she instructed " sometimes burping alone won't get all the air out so we have to do some exercises to gently stimulate his bowel movement , that'll get the gas out the other way , now let's see how much air we could get out " she proceeded to make a full circular moves pressing gently against his belly making him grunt as he break winds , his eyes widened along with Max's as another loud string of sounds came out making her hold her giggle at their startled faces , and when it came to an end little poe let out a loud huff in content, finally at ease and kicked his feet in delight, she tickled his side as she cooed " that what made you so cranky the whole time?! Now we're all good , right ? " Earning loud giggles in return , she turned to the still stunned Max who now wears a frown his mind racing at how helpless he is when it comes to taking care of his own baby , every time he thinks he got it figured out he came face with the reality of barley managing through the day , his helplessness amplifies when he see how easily and gracefully his best friend seems to manage his distressed boy , finding no trouble when it comes to this, meanwhile he's barely few months in and he's already doubting his capability as a father.

She could see the tournament going in his mind , how he's doubting himself again , having witnessed firsthand his breakdown when his now ex fiance walked out on them , leaving behind a shell shocked Max and a wailing Poe for her to walk in to when she made a visit few weeks ago , and to say she do understand his doubts wouldn't be a lie , so she nudged his shoulder with hers , giving him a soft comforting smile as she let him lean his head on her shoulder, both gazing down at the sleepy boy who was drifting away with his small hand gripping her fingers tightly , he caressed Poe cheek gently as he whispered " every time I think I got it handled I'm proven wrong, I honestly don't know what I'm going to do " she used her free hand to pat his cheek " Don't beat yourself over this , no one is expecting you to know everything right away , no one does , everyone learn as they went on day by day , just like driving, you start with the basics and the more you learn the easier it gets " he argued back " but you seem to do " she chuckled quietly " I had been there to witness my dad lose his shit over taking care of Eddie , me and a months old Tommy , that wasn't easy and neither is this , then came my twin cousins Mathew and lily both gave everyone a run for their money but we managed, then there's Marc who is a God sent who was quiet and never really cried a lot , it was easier to venture through that but when Gigi came it was like she took it upon herself to double the work for everyone , and all I'm trying to say is you don't have to do everything on your own, that's the best way to drive yourself insane, instead you have everyone ready to help , you have Poe and you have me " she leaned her head over his after planting a kiss on his forehead , his eyes closed for a moment before voicing his source of doubt " but everyone have their lives to worry about" she flicked his forehead with her free hand as she scolded " our lives won't stop us from being there for you two , don't make me beat that fact into your stubborn head " he whined quietly before pinching her side as a payback " alright, I get it " . she nods after she swatted his hand away " good , now go ahead and take a shower cause you stink , I'll put Poe in my room then I'll reheat everything for breakfast " he frowned at her " you didn't have anything yet !? , it's almost......." She cuts him with a smack on his shoulder " you'll wake him up ! And no I didn't, I was waiting for you , I didn't want to eat alone " he was about to scold her but held back , knowing that ' she didn't want him to eat alone ' not the opposite, so he sighed in defeat and leaned over to leave a kiss on her temple , leaving another one on the sleeping boy's forehead before heading to her room , where he picked one of his many stolen hoodies and a sweatpants from his shelve in her closet and made his way to take a much needed shower.

[fictional-babes-inc]

Take Out & Teasing | EA69 & LN4 (ft. EJ21 & MV1)

Summary: Lando trying to take care of his pregnant wife and plan dinner with his in Laws turns into a teasing session for Max.

Author’s Note: Hi there! This is a lil snippet from my F1 DR that my best friend ( @shellybee456 ) and I wrote about our OC’s after they get married. Both girls are racers in the grid and are sisters.

~Elena Camille Jimenez~

Elena is Emilie’s older sister,she has been racing since 2018 with Mercedes, took a break from 23-25 to be Emilie’s Race engineer for Redbull then joins Ferrari in 2026. Elena was born Feb. 7th, 1997, she is the same age as Max and Charles and raced in karting with them. She is Spanish and Monegasque.

~Emilié Rosalie Auclair~

Emilie is Elena’s younger sister, she started racing in 2022 with Redbull taking over Checo’s seat. She races with them until 2025 then races with Andretti in 2026. She wins the 24, 25, and 26 WDCs. She takes a break in 2027 when she gets pregnant with Lando. Emilie was born on Sept. 3rd, 1999. Emilie is just Monegasque because the girls have different dads.

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April 2027

Melbourne, Australia

"Émmie?" Lando called out as he entered their hotel room, only to be answered with silence.

A bit surprising considering Gearbox usually greeted him at the door irregardless of what Émilie was doing.

A quick search found Émilie curled up in on the couch fast asleep, Gearbox only lifting her head to receive a few head scratches.

The days of constant travel and lack of caffeine had finally taken its toll, leaving her utterly exhausted, enough so that she'd finally admitted defeat that morning and stayed at the hotel to nap, letting him go to the track and media day by himself for the first time since the season had started.

Clearly, Gearbox had picked up on it too if the Australian shepherd hadn't even gotten up to greet him.

He watched her for a few moments, unable to stop the way that a small smile crept across his face. Émilie was always pretty, but she looked truly beautiful asleep like this, features relaxed and the evening sun casting her in a golden hue.

She was wearing one of his McLaren hoodies, her hair tied up in a now loose bun with the blanket pulled up to her shoulder.

Lando moved closer and knelt down, placing a light kiss on her hair.

She made a little noise and burrowed further into the bedding, hiding from the cool air of the room.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he rose to his feet, Gearbox hopping off the couch, following him into the bedroom to change out of his team kit and into comfier lounge clothes.

While in the bedroom he texted Elena and Max, letting them know that Émilie was sleeping and that he'd ask about dinner later. Gearbox rested her chin on his knee.

It was silly really, but sometimes he couldn't believe he was in a relationship with Émilie. Like a genuinely real one, not the stupid friends-with-benefits-ignoring-their-feelings thing they had going for so many years. Not just that, but they were actually married. And Émilie was pregnant with their baby, a little girl.

It made him giddy still, just thinking about it. They'd have a baby by summer break and less then 2 years ago they weren't even talking to each other anymore.

He checked on her again once he'd changed, still finding her asleep.

Lando hummed to himself and moved into the small kitchenette, picking an apple and peanut butter from the counter with the intention to cut it up and eat it. Once she awoke he'd ask about dinner.

Halfway through he considered the fact that she probably hadn't eaten in a while, so he grabbed another apple to cut up for her.

Halfway through the second apple(the first still wasn't finished) he cut his finger, which meant a trip back to their room to dig through Émilie's bag to find her first aid kit for a plaster.

Once he'd cleaned and covered his cut, Lando returned to the kitchenette and cleaned up the blood before returning to his task of preparing a snack for them.

While he continued his task, arms wrapped themselves around his torso and a weight was rested between his shoulder blades.

He couldn't stop himself from grinning, "Hi princess." He was rewarded with a noise more like a bear then his wife.

Continuing his task, Lando finished cutting up the apples, shuffling a bit in her arms to grab two bowls, placing the apple slices and a spoonful of peanut butter in separate bowls.

Once everything was finished, he turned in Émilie's arms, cradling her face in his hands to give her a soft kiss before grinning at her.

"Hi."

"Why do you have a plaster on?" Emilie yawns out cutely when she notices it on the Brit’s finger.

He grimaced and showed her his finger, which made her wrinkle her nose. "I promise i didn't get anything on the apples, plus i cleaned the knife before continuing."

She sighs and tucks her head under his chin. "What am i going to do with you?" He shrugged, "I'd say marry me but you already did that."

She snorted and pulled back to give him another kiss before letting go and grabbing the apples. "Come on."

He followed after her, arching a brow when he realized she was not just wearing his hoodie but also a pair of his sweatpants.

"Are those mine?"

She paused and looked down, making a face when she looked up, "I need to buy new clothes."

He sat down and winced on her behalf before pulling her down into his lap. Lando peppered her in slobbery kisses, his arms wrapped around her waist keeping her from attempting to run away from him. "I like you in my clothes."

He grinned at her, when she gave him an unimpressed look, setting the apple bowls on the side table and wrapped her arms around his neck placing her own kisses on his cheek, "you're a menace."

He opened his mouth to say something but then his stomach growled, interrupting the moment.

She laughed at him before reaching over and grabbing an apple slice that she fed to him.

"I was supposed to ask you what you wanted for dinner." He explained once he swallowed.

She hummed and offered him a shrug, "There's an Italian place nearby that Oscar and Logan like that I've wanted to try, we could order that."

He nodded and grabbed her phone off the side table and handed it to her, "Use my card."

"I made more than you last year." She mumbled, looking up from the restaurants website on her phone.

"But yet that hasn't stopped you from requesting my card in the past."

She made a noise of indignation and smacked his chest, both of them laughing.

Their phones buzzed and Émilie looked at the message, muttering under her breath in French. Lando placed his chin on her shoulder and read the message, snorting.

Elena: do you want us to pick up dinner and bring it over since Em is sleeping?

Elena: and pregnant... 🤭

Émilie: fuck you too Lena.

Elena: oh you're awake.

Elena: what do you want for dinner?

Émilie: I want chicken parm and Lando wants chicken Alfredo.

"I do?" Lando remarked raising his eyebrow at his wife.

The smartass remark earned him an elbow to the ribs.

Émilie: and Mia wants fucking Tuna.

Max: are you sure Lando will still want to kiss you if eat fish?

Elena: The real question is, are you sure he's gonna want to keep the kid if she's a fish eater?

"She's got a point." Lando murmured, "I don't know if I can accept our baby if she eats fish."

Émilie groaned, "I hate you all."

He laughed, pressing a kiss to her neck. "My parents would kill me if I they didn't get to meet their newest grandchild. You know how they are with Mila and Athena.”

She sighed and looked back at the chat.

Émilie: he doesn't get a choice if he wants to keep up with his family, his parents would disown him and keep me and Mia.

Lando huffed indignantly, nipping her ear before grabbing his own phone, "behave Émmie."

Lando: Slander and lies, don't believe a word she says.

Max: Unfortunately, the only lies I see here are yours, buddy.

Elena: do the lies include her dinner order?

Émilie: I'm going to kill all 3 of you if my fucking Italian isn't here when you 2 shit heads get here.

Lando gasped, placing a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Wow and from my own wife."

Émilie huffed and set her phone down, ignoring whatever his sister-in-law retaliated with.

"If they don't bring my food-"

"Our food-"

"I am going to strangle her and leave Max a widower and Ferrari without their second driver." She pressed on, completely ignoring his correction.

"Violent."

She huffed, "you should have married someone else if you wanted a passive wife."

She paused a moment before patting his bicep, "now tell me about the day while we wait."

An hour later there was a knock at the day, and Émile shifted off Lando's lap so he could answer.

"We have your food!" Max called as he an Elena entered the hotel room. "Please don't hurt us."

Émilie rose to her feet and joined them all in the kitchen, eyeing the grocery bag on the counter with contempt before hugging her sister and brother-in-law.

"I'll decide what to do with you after I eat."

They ended up spreading out in the living room, Elena and Émilie on the couch while the boys pulled chairs in from the dining room.

"So, what's the latest gossip in the paddock?" Émilie asked once they'd all settled.

"Rumor has it Charles isn't driving for Ferrari next year." Elena said, making both Émilie and Elena stare at her.

"No way." Émilie gasped, not seeming to care about the food she flicked onto the floor when she leaned forward. "He's been with them forever!"

Gearbox happily cleaned it up.

Elena nodded, "I know! When I was in contract talks with legal they didn't mention him like they normally did. And when I asked about him they side stepped my question."

She paused and watched Gearbox, "they also asked who else I'd like to drive with if given the opportunity."

Lando tilted his head, "who'd you say?"

"Freddy."

Émmie smiled, clearly happy with that statement. Lando couldn't help himself from also smiling.

She was so pretty when she smiled like that, cheeks dusted pink in happiness.

"You know seeing you both so helplessly in love with each other now makes all those years of listening to Lando pine worth it." Max grumbled, distracting Lando's train of thought.

"Hey-"

Elena scoffed and ignored Lando, "if you thought he was bad you can not imagine what Émilie was-"

"I literally have so much dirt on the both of you," Émilie interrupted. She pointed her fork at Elena, "I'm your sister," she pointed the fork at Max, "and I was your teammate. I suffered the most."

Max turned a bit red, "I wasn't that bad." Lando snorted, "yes you were. Especially after she started dating Oscar." Émilie huffed, "that was bad, and I was getting an earful from Logan about it too."

Max was bright red at this point, pointedly not looking at his wife. "Ok so maybe-"

"There were so many times we were on the phone together and Max would just waltz into your drivers room and start complaining." Lando talked right over Max, not caring that his brother-in-law was trying to talk. "It was good gossip."

"All I wanted was a few minutes of peace with my fiancé and instead I got to play therapist to my ex-boyfriend." Émilie grumbled, pulling a pillow into her lap. "While on the phone with my fiancé!"

Elena was doubled over laughing now, "oh my god you were such a dork! I can't believe you went to my sister of all people about your feelings."

"And Charles." Max mumbled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, "and Danny. Lando too I guess."

"Awe that's so sweet, you were such a lovesick dork." Elena giggled, wrapping her arms around Max's neck, then kissing his cheek. Max turned his head to kiss his wife fully. Knowing that he was helplessly in love with her and even if they would tease him forever at least he had her to himself now.

Gearbox whined and attempted to shove her nose between them, making everyone laugh.

“Well I guess that’s our queue, let’s go eat dinner.” Elena chuckled as she pulled away from Max to go get dinner ready. She could already tell it was going to be a great night.

[warnersister]

INSTAMAGINE DANIEL RICCIARDO DATING AN ELITE RUNNER Pt.4

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Daniel Ricciardo x Runner Reader

F1

F1: WE OFFICIALLY REACH THE SUMMER BREAK WITH DANIEL RICCIARDO LEADING THE WDC, have a fun break kiddos😉

📍: summer

🏷️: F1

❤️: danielricciardo, youruser, carlossainz55 and 9,385,106 others

💬:

carlossainz55: just going to mention that he was watching @/youruser dancing to the national anthem in the second pic😇😇

-> youruser: carlossainz55 don’t tell me that the Dutch national anthem isn’t a complete bop

danielricciardo: hell yeah I am🤘🤘

-> youruser: danielricciardo proud of you🩷🩷

-> danielricciardo: youruser I’m so in love with you.

F1fan: can’t get over danny x yn

-> user1: F1fan parents🤧🤧

daniel ricciardo answers your burning question about the Charles situation with girlfriend yn ln•

youruser

youruser: last day of school for the summer holidays, someone’s a happy boy xx 😁❤️

📍: RedBull Hospitality Lounge

🏷️: danielricciardo, redbullracing

❤️: danielricciardo, charles_leclerc, F1 and 4,925,027 others

💬:

danielricciardo: it’s been incredible having you at my races finally❤️ but now it’s your turn… no rest for the wicked honey😉

-> youruser: danielricciardo Berlin Half???🤭

-> ynrunner: youruser my home city!!😆🫨

-> youruser: ynrunner see you there!

redbullracing: babe come look yn and danny have posted about each other again

-> youruser: redbullracing this is meant to be a professional page but it’s more like a Danny Ric appreciation page now

-> dannyricappreciation: youruser want my password?

F1wags: the cutest

-> danielricciardo: F1wags she’s adorable Ik

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: usually hate this time of year and get bored but I’ve got something to do this time around🤭

📍: celebrating

🏷️: youruser, F1

❤️: youruser, f1fan, redbullracing and 3,925,029 others

💬:

f1fans: pg 13 pls dan

-> danielricciardo: f1fans 18+ here 😈🖤

youruser: danny the waggy time

-> danielricciardo: youruser my fav🤤🤤

pierregasly: you two coming for drinks before you go?

-> youruser: @/danielricciardo 👀

-> danielricciardo: @/youruser 👀

redbullracing: we miss yn

-> danielricciardo: redbullracing me too

-> youruser: danielricciardo I’m sat next to you darling

-> danielricciardo: youruser not close enough😤

OUTOFPADDOCK

OUTOFPADDOCK: YN’s TURN TO STRIKE BACK - LECLERC SQUARES UP TO RICCIARDO BUT IS QUICKLY SHOT DOWN BY A STRONG SLAP TO THE FACE… literally.

📍: Bón Night Club

🏷️: youruser, danielricciardo, charles_leclerc

❤️: youruser, danielricciardo, and 486,105 others

💬:

f1wag: she’s so real for this

youruser: don’t touch me or my man🙂

-> danielricciardo: youruser 🙂💍👰‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️

maxverstappen1: can confirm - still a mark

user1: all that ‘training’ from charles and all yn needs is a motive 🥱

-> user2: user1 oh to be slapped by Mrs Ricciardo

youruser

youruser: anyways… Berlin HM time!! 🥳

📍: Berlin

🏷️: berlinmarathon, danielricciardo

❤️: danielricciardo, berlinmarathon, nnrunningteam and 4,927,026 others

💬:

user1: daniel is ready to photograph😭📸

danielricciardo: waiting for you 21km down the road!! 😘😘

-> maxverstappen1: danielricciardo whipped

-> danielricciardo: maxverstappen1 so whipped in in a neck brace

nnrunningteam: WE GO AGAIN‼️‼️

berlinmarathon: banner is waiting for you to cross the line!🩵

-> runningposts: berlinmarathon already know she’s going to win😭

ynrunner

ynrunner: DANIEL RICCIARDO AT FINISH LINE WAITING FOR YN😭😭

📍: Berlin Marathon

🏷️: danielricciardo, youruser

❤️: danielricciardo, youruser, f1fan and 593,027 others

💬:

danielricciardo: I’m being watched 👀👀

-> ynrunner: danielricciardo 🫣😳

f1fan: we love dan the man wag 😭

-> user1: f1fan 👆

maxverstappen1: bros wrapped up in a blanket while his girl is in a bra and shorts

-> danielricciardo: maxverstappen1 I’ll have you know it’s cold here.

-> michaelitaliano: danielricciardo you not racing it?? 🤔🤨

-> danielricciardo: michaelitaliano haha.

berlinmarathon

berlinmarathon: RUNNING LEGEND YN LN CROSSES THE FINISH LINE OF THE BERLIN HALF MARATHON IN A STAGGERING 1:04:28, BEATING THE FAVOURITED EILISH MCCOLGAN IN 2ND

📍: Berlin Marathon Finish Line

🏷️: youruser

❤️: youruser, nnrunningteam, ynrunner and 1,295,017 others

💬:

f1fan: F1?????????

-> berlinreports: f1fan Female group 1, although very convenient when you’re dating Daniel Ricciardo😅

ynrunner: saw her finish, was speechless🥲 could hear Daniel cheering her the last 600m

-> user1: ynrunner aww🥹

nnrunningteam: 🙏🙏

-> berlinmarathon: nnrunningteam🥇🥇

youruser: loved every second😭❤️❤️

-> danielricciardo: youruser … I wonder why👀👀

danielricciardo: I’m so in love with her.

youruser

youruser: Berlin 1:04:28🥇Ricciardo 3:08:2023💍

📍: Berlin Marathon Finish Line

🏷️: berlinmarathon, danielricciardo

❤️: berlinmarathon, danielricciardo, redbullracing and 23,915,106 others

💬:

danielricciardo: yn ricciardo 1:04:28❤️

maxverstappen1: congratulations!!

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 love you max😘

-> maxverstappen1: youruser yn you’re an engaged woman we can’t continue our affair

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 shhhh🙄🤫

-> user1: youruser I love the max x yn banter

-> danielricciardo: user1 I don’t🙂

-> user1: danielricciardo BAHAHA

f1wags: f1 Wag😍😍

ynrunner: I saw the proposal dan gave her the medal and had a mic and yn started crying and omg my heart🥹❤️

-> youruser: ynrunner best moment of my life

emmajanelbates: congrats my love😭❤️

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: Mrs Ricciardo from the start and nothing else❤️💍

📍: Berlin Marathon Finish Line

🏷️: youruser, berlinmarathon

❤️: youruser, redbullracing, f1 and 24,105,827 others

💬:

youruser: always yours, honey❤️

-> danielricciardo: youruser mine all mine❤️

carlossainz55: congrats!!❤️🌶️

-> youruser: carlossainz55 Gracias, chilli!! 😘🌶️

englishathletics: tell yn she needs to change her name on her elite affiliation form👀❤️

-> youruser: englishathletics yn ricciardo ready to race‼️🫡

danielricciardo: Mrs Ricciardo cumming December 2023

-> maxverstappen1: danielricciardo 🤨🤨🤨🤨

-> user1: danielricciardo misspelling there mate?

-> danielricciardo: user1 … no

maxverstappen1: we’re not going to talk about how you’ve had that ring since the second date?

-> youruser: maxverstappen1 what😶

-> danielricciardo: youruser it came in handy🤷🏻‍♂️

pt 5??? I feel like I have so much more to give this plot line I can’t end it here😭😭•

[theemporium]

Maxiel would be such little shits if you got a hoarse voice/bruised throat from sucking dick. Like yes, they’re wrapping you in blankets and handing you cup of hot tea after another, but they’re also so proud of themselves. Walking around like fuck the WDC, Big Dick Ricc and the Lion just proved that they’re hung smh.

- 🐁

THEY WOULD BE SUCH WEE SHITS😭😭😭just cooing that maybe their girl can’t take it as well as she said she could but also just being absolute mother-hens on the way they dote on her

and if someone else makes a comment? oh they are throwing hands! only they can make fun of their girl!! nobody else is allowed to!!

[toasttt11]

finnleigh hughes

Finnleigh Tate Hughes

number: 8

height: 5”7

born: december 18, 2001

lives in: monaco

born in: boston, massachusetts

season: fourth

team: mclaren

previous team: carlin

current occupation: a formula one driver for mclaren racing.

nicknames: finn, leigh, finny, hughesy, tatey

personality: introverted, calm, doesn’t really have a temper, very sarcastic, calculated, competitive, determined, resilient and very intelligent especially on the track.

hobbies: photography, playing paddle, taking naps.

likes: peanut butter smoothies, hoodies, fluffy blankets, french fries, summer boat rides, cats.

dislikes: ice baths, cold weather, interviews, ice skating, seafood.

weaknesses: food because she is a very picky eater, taking about her mother, allergic to seafood, the cold.

parents: Jacqueline Luce Hughes

siblings: none

Formula One

Fourth Season

2024

Mclaren

5 wins

8 Poles

18 Podiums

Winner of the WDC.

First Woman to win the WDC.

Third Season

2023

Mclaren

2 wins

4 Poles

11 Podiums

Third in the Drivers standings.

Second Year

2022

Mclaren

2 Wins

3 Poles

8 podiums

Fourth in the Drivers standings.

Rookie Year

2021

Mclaren

1 Win

2 Poles

6 podiums

FIA Rookie of the year.

Fourth in the Drivers standings.

Most points a rookie driver has ever gotten.

First Woman to win a Formula One race.

FIA Formula 2

2020

Prema

9 Wins

9 Poles

13 Podiums

Formula 2 Championship Winner.

FIA Rookie of the year.

FIA Formula 3

2019

Carlin

5 Wins

5 Poles

9 Podiums

Formula 3 Championship Winner.

FIA Rookie of the year.

FIA Formula 4

2019

Carlin

4 Wins

9 Poles

8 Podiuma

Formula 4 Championship Winner.

Signed with Mclaren Development Program and Carlin Racing.

FIA Rookie of the year.

[onboardsorasora]

Tennis AU! I haven't edited this, so I hope it makes sense lol.

Part 1 | Part 15 | Part 17

Part 16

Daniel’s eyes fluttered open at the feeling of lips on his forehead, he couldn’t stop the soft smile that breached his lips even if he wanted to. Max was smiling down from above him, sun bleached blonde hair mussed from sleep, a few errant locks falling forward. He looked so soft and sweet and Daniel couldn’t help but lean forward for a proper kiss.

It was early, he knew. But Max had warned him that he would have had an earlier start today– it being his home race in Holland. Since he landed literally last night, Daniel was going to sleep in some more and come to the track closer to the afternoon race time.

“Go back to sleep.” Max whispered, his lisp a little more pronounced in the morning.

“Mmm love you.” Daniel mumbled into the sheets, missing but knowing that Max’s eyes crinkled in his smile.

“I love you too.” Then Max was clambering off the bed, Daniel peaked a honey brown eye to watch his boyfriend’s perfect ass and broad back walk across the room and into the adjoining bathroom.

It’s been a whirlwind 24 hours. This time yesterday, he was pacing around his hotel room, stomach in knots at the final. Max was on facetime rolling his baby blues and reminding him that he was going to win– in no uncertain terms. 

Well, after that, he just had to prove him right. And Daniel won. A second Wimbledon trophy for his cabinet and another slam for his stats. 

Stretching a little under the covers; which didn’t at all let in any cold outside air in his fluffy cocoon– Max was literally so perfect. Daniel looked around for his actual trophy. They one he clutched the whole plane ride and only let go once Max was pulling him in closer. 

He hadn’t wanted anything to come between him and the perfect plains of Max’s chest. Did he mention that Max was perfect? All broad shoulders and freckles. Strong strong muscles covered in a softness that meant he gave the most perfect hugs and could hold Daniel down.

Finding his quarry, he reached out of his blanket burrito and grabbed the cool metal. He shivered but still brought it under the sheets. Thankfully it didn’t take too long for the silver to warm up and he happily spooned and snuggled it in the middle of the bed. This was something he did when he had won in ‘18, in his emotional and physical exhaustion he had snuggled with the cup and promptly fell asleep. Blake had taken a picture– because of course he did– and he’d woken up to all sorts of teasing and memes the next day.

Last night he had something quite nicer to snuggle with, but this felt like a tradition at this point.

When Max left the bathroom with a towel around his waist and water dripping from his hair, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Padding to his side table, he grabbed up his phone and took as many photos as he dared. Daniel looked adorable– his mouth open and drooling on his pillow, clutching his trophy.

Max couldn’t blame him. Not when he slept with his first WDC trophy in his bed for three nights because he simply couldn’t believe it.

Sending the cutest picture to Blake, he went about dressing for the day ahead. If all goes to plan, he’ll have his own trophy tonight and then they would probably lay them in the center of the bed like babies. 

Shaking his head to release that thought, Max leaned over and kissed Daniel’s forehead once more, smiling when the tired man snuggled deeper in sleep.

When Daniel woke up at a more reasonable time (to him); his phone was blowing up. Curious, he blearily looked at all of his notifications. There were a few from his family, individually and from their family group chat. There was a tonne from his friends, but the majority were from social media. 

Warily opening instagram, he scrolled through his DMs seeing various reactions to a picture he posted. 

“Kinda delayed I guess?” He muttered. He’d posted a picture from the plane last night, a different version of the (pg) selfie he sent Max. Opening the message from Scotty, he couldn’t say he recognised the photo the other Aussie was reacting to. 

Waking up to a tonne of notifications wasn’t wildly out of the ordinary; Blake posted from Daniel’s verified accounts all the time. From sponsored posts to any sort of teasers from brand deals. He didn’t recall anything on the schedule but clicked the picture anyway.

His own sleepy face clutching his trophy like a baby stared back at him. The familiar hotel room was what told him that this was a recent picture and not a throwback to 2018.

“What the fuck?” Going back to his messages the two at the top of the pile offered some form of explanation.

Maxy Baby 🥵 ‘I had no clue he would post it. Sorry I thought you were so cute.’

Blakearooni ‘Revenge accomplished’

Chuckling in spite of himself, Daniel typed back a reply to both–ensuring to call Blake an asshole and to placate Max’s guilt– and threw his phone on the bed. He had to think of the perfect retaliation.

[swlyf-24]

So loud when it's dead quiet

your story, ours combined: ✩

our story, my ending: part I , part III

(title by Blue, Jome)

Blood soaked Lando's sleeves as he balled his hand into a fist. His sharp nails leaving a crescent mark with dots of blood decorating it. His heart boiled, jumping up and down, thrashing as if it were a fish out of water. Sweat coated his forehead as he looked in the mirror. Skin sunken cheeks, his hair seemed thinner, eyes seemed to be dimmer. Lando chewed on the skin of his bottom lip. He pulled and ripped the thin layer off, leaving blood trailing down his lips and onto his chin. His lips began buzzing with the pain. He pulled at his upper lip's, leaving torn and raw lips behind. Open wounds with continuous bleeding. It's what keeping Lando in check with reality. The harsh reality.

A sudden knock jostled Lando from his spiralling. "Come on, both your things are packed." Lando took one last glance of himself before running his tongue over his lips, relishing in the pain. He stepped out, wiping the blood off his face and onto his perfectly white shirt. He walked past the bed, staring at the messed up bedsheets with the wrinkled pillow covers—signs of life. He turned to stare at the closet where things unfolded, then to the bedside table where a phone used to ring. Lando softly shut the door of the bedroom, entering the living room. He stared at the couch where everything unfolded. As Lando walked past, he ran his hands through the fabric of the blanket, his ring catching onto a few threads.

Lando quickly slipped on his shoes. He took one final glance of the hotel room before hearing the door creak for the last time. It was time to go home. Home, the home he shared with Oscar. He trudged after Carlos, his hands still balled into a fist. He was angry, no. He was livid. Livid at himself, livid at everything, livid at death, livid at Oscar.

How could he not spend his time with Oscar more? Choosing to spend his time on the internet. How could they not be quicker? Did they not value Oscar's life enough to be faster? To bring him help quicker? How could death even do this? He wasn't even 29 yet. How could death take him away from Lando? How could death not even give Oscar his first WDC? How could Oscar leave him like this? How could he not leave to find peace in the afterlife, yet spending his time on Earth with Lando?

"-do! Lando!" Carlos' voice shook Lando vigorously as his eyes were wide with panic. He carefully took Lando's bleeding hands into his, prying at his fingers. They were barely out of the lobby. Cameras snapped and flashed, phones out and about, voices like predators hunting. Carlos used a tissue and patted at the wounds with utmost care. "Stop," Lando creaked out, his throat protesting at the words. Syllables came out harsh, as if it came out of a heavy smoker's mouth. "Stop it. I don't want your pity." he snarled. He felt his lips curl into one of a frown. Lando snatched his wrist away from Carlos' grasp as he ran out towards his own car.

<-?!->

The soft hum of the engine became a constant as the car moved along the road. Lando sat in the passengers seat as Carlos drove his car. Guilt pooled at the bottom of his stomach, not settling well. He looked at Carlos and back to the window. He opened his mouth but soon closed it, he was sure he looked like a fish. "Carlos, I'm-" Carlos smiled, not quite reaching his eyes. "I know. Whatever happens, happens." The conversation ended there, leaving the radio to fill the silence.

Lando fiddled with the ring on his finger, staring up at the apartment. "You don't have to go up now, I'll help you unpack." Carlos noticed his hesitance, putting a hand on his shoulder. He suggested while dragging both luggage towards the lift. Nails dug into his skin once more, drawing blood. "No, I can." Lando shut his eyes tightly, black dots engulfing his vision as he opened them. He ran his tongue over his lips again, just to feel the sting of the wounds.

Lando swung the key around his index finger, whistling a tune as he calmed his own nerves. He stared up at the address, back to the keyhole, and back to the address. The sound of the key unlocking the door seemed to suffocate Lando, his chest tightening. He shut his eyes. With a push, the door opened. The furniture was exactly the same. Maybe that's what made it hurt more. Everything was exactly the same, yet it's not. Lando will have to live a life without Oscar in the house where they experienced everything.

Their lives were once separate, two different stories. But ever since they became team mates, their stories joined and became one, intertwined. However, now...Their stories are apart once more, one has ended while the other has to continue both. Now Lando had to find his own ending, no longer sharing one with Oscar.

Lando's heart ached at the scene in front of him. He fished out Oscar's phone from his pocket and hurried to charge it, leaving Carlos to do the rest. Carlos didn't mind, he knew how it is, he knew how grief felt. He had experienced it one too many times. With the shut of the apartment door, it closed an old chapter and started a new one.

Lando bit at his fingernails as he scrolled through the notes on Oscar's phone. Oscar didn't mind, he would gladly give his phone for Lando to inspect. Every note seemed to twist the knife in Lando's heart even more. They were about his family, about the races, about the grid, shopping lists, and Lando.

The anger Lando had in the hotel all subsided, leaving nothing left but a shell. The anger was like a fire that started in his stomach, burning at Lando in the inside until he was nothing but ashes for the wind to blow away. He felt as if he was an actor acting out a character, he was just not himself. He felt empty, nothing. He just wants Oscar back, not the cold presence by his side touching his once in a while.

Lando decided to drown everything out with alcohol. He was drunk, even his senses were blurred to hell and back. Carlos had made sure he didn't drink more than necessary. Alcohol worked wonders. Everything slipped his mind, the race, Montreal, the ring, the grief. He was at temporary peace with everything, at peace with Oscar's sudden departure and unfinished story. Lando never really believed in miracles or higher ups or karma. So what the hell was he doing?

Lando stood up from the chair, pushing it away with a screech. He suddenly got onto his knees, joints howling in protest. Carlos had tried to save him the embarrassment, or the pain, by pulling his arm but to no avail. Lando clasped his hands together as he bowed down, forehead to the floor. "Please, if anyone can hear me. Higher powers, karma, fate, I beg of you." he began, hiccuping in the middle of each pause. "Lando, what? Stand up, you had enough drinks for today." Carlos tried. He pulled at Lando's arms once more, but he was more persistent. "Bring him back, he's not even 29 yet!" Clumps of tears began rolling down Lando's face. Maybe if he prayed hard enough, someone would bring Oscar back.

"Please" Lando rasped out.

<-?!->

Perhaps Lando was wishing his prayer was heard, that he would wake up and find Oscar next to his side in bed. Head pounding, heart thumping, he clenched his fists as he slowly turned his head. What he would do to just have another day with Oscar. He cracked open his eyes, his fists trembling.

Nothing.

All that was on the bed was just a helmet and nothing more. "No. Your begging was futile." A voice rang out, familiar but not familiar enough. Sobs wracked his body like an earthquake, destroying anything and everything. His heart felt ridiculously empty. The ghosts of past whispers rang out. Or, it was just the wind rustling the trees in a rhythmic motion.

"Since the race had no winners, the championship went to Oscar. Do you want to see it?" Carlos whispered out, barely audible. Lando's headache from the hangover became ten times worse. He nodded so quick he became nauseous.

Knees weak, he gripped onto Carlos' hand as they walked towards the living room.

[safetycar-restart]

aftercare methods with sub!charles! 💯

away with the chilling ice tub and cryotherapy. charles doesn’t like the cold! a warm bubble bath is more like it. before he’ll attain his WDC eventually, at least he wears a foam crown: you’re lathering up the lavender shampoo on him like there’s no tomorrow. it makes charles burst into laughter, he’s kicking his feet, it's so adorable. a nose boop on top — happy sub, happy life. drying off, you both sleep soundly afterwards.

to amp up the protection factor and extra warmth, of course you bought a heated aftercare blanket and red fluffy socks for his birthday. anything to spoil your little one, he deserves and needs to feel safe.

since you recently got one: playing with your pet dog!

after handing him a glass of water: lots of revitalizing nutrients in bananas, why not feed him one? very on brand. 😆

for times when you play in the living room: because he’s so interested in architecture and art, his domme simply putting on a documentary is just right. watching and commenting together is calming and educational instead of putting on dull tv noises in the background. charles has a tendency to insist watching what you like, so you just do both.

you most definitely prepared a specific music playlist for days when you just wanna lay there and do nothing. not moving a singular inch, just breathing, giving him forehead kisses. 

charles has a fondness for being buried in your chest. need i say more? he won’t suffocate, don’t worry. he might be sweet, but he’s not made of cotton candy. the man’s job literally consists of holding his breath in every 6G turn… a little TLC beyond the light of day won’t hurt him ;)

piling on the compliments. sincere ones! charles’ eternal praise kink needs refreshing after he’s fucked-out and tired. it’s not like you’d ever run out of nice things to say about him, anyway. it comes naturally. you love him so. fucking. much ❤️

checking random text messages from friends. this might not sound romantic, but it’s fun! charles likes himself some humor. and you won’t do it for long, sex is usually a no-phone activity. for privacy and focus.

applying lotion on him. you are looking respectfully.

pillow fort: he already thinks of his car as a nest. why couldn’t your bed be, too?

whenever you get even the slightest dom drop, he will notice and hurry to reassure you, hold you, give you personal attention, make you food. for energy and a mood boost. chef leclerc slowly became a master of the italian cuisine during the course of your relationship. expect the crispiest pizza dough and world class penne. if it’s december? he’ll bake you a fucking panettone! italian culture is so important in your household, you love it.

holding hands and snuggling, just napping endlessly while curled together. as you said: he’s particular about touching. but his domme can do whatever she wants! it’s ridiculous, you sleep so well with your face in his hair.

- george’s long legs anon 👕 with the soft mood, hope you enjoyed 😌

I… once again I would like you to know that I would die for you. This is immaculate. Incredible. 11/10.

Aftercare with Charles can take on many different forms, and I think that’s because he tends to need a lot of aftercare for a long time? He’s not gonna be fine after twenty minutes of cuddles and a quick bath.

Of course he needs those cuddles immediately after a scene and then to he held in the bath when you clean him up. But he needs more than that. He’s gonna be needy and subby for the rest of the day, sometimes even into the next day.

When you’re with him during this time then he’s the happiest little thing ever. He’s all soft and subby, plaint against you and happy to be with you. He can even manage to go outside just fine, as long as he can hold your hand the whole time.

I think that he has a very specific schedule for the first hour or so after a scene? His little mind is completely offline then and he needs to do very familiar things, needs to be able to predict what’s going to happen.

First, he gets about twenty minutes of cuddles immediately, and I mean immediately. You can’t first wipe the cum off him or put the toys away. It’s cuddles immediately. Yes you’ll end up getting covered in his sweat and cum but he’s your good boy and he deserves it.

Then it’s time for a bath. The lavender bubble bath is a must and is only used after scenes. He can smell it from the bedroom while you run the bath and he just smiles to himself, feeling so warm and safe cause now he’s gonna have a bath with you!!

At first it’s very soft, just holding him in the bath and cleaning him up. When he relaxes into your arms, a big smile on his face, then it’s time to have fun!! Time to boop his nose and time to make him a crown out of bubbles. Of course you dry him off afterwards, making sure he doesn’t have to lift a finger.

He also doesn’t have to lift a finger while you clean up. You put him on the comfy armchair in the bedroom (it’s your reading chair and his aftercare chair, no one else uses it), and fetch him his special blanket and fuzzy socks. He’s literally completely naked wrapped in his blanket and then his fuzzy socks. You don’t know why that’s what he likes, but does.

He’s in his happy blanket cocoon while you change the sheets and clean the toys and whatnot. He eats his snack and drinks his water from the chair too. He stands up for all two seconds so that you can sit down and then plops down on your lap, eating from your hand and sucking from the straw of the glass you’re holding.

Once he’s finished eating, he’s done with the more structured part of his aftercare. He’s comfy and safe and warm and now he doesn’t need to do the same thing every time. Now you can change it up.

And you do, all the time. Charles is always happy to just be with you, pleased with whatever you decide to do.

Sometimes it’s laying in bed and listening to a playlist, usually with his head on your chest. He’s very happy there, nice and safe (and naked except for his fuzzy socks). You sometimes listen to the playlist two or three times, just laying there.

I think he’ll often ask you to talk? He doesn’t have any particular topic in mind. He just wants to hear your voice, so you just tell him about your day, about plans, make up random stories, whatever. You don’t even have to speak in a language he understands to be honest. He just wants to hear your voice. If you’re studying, you could literally just say your coursework out loud. It’s your voice so he’s happy.

Sometimes, if you don’t feel like talking, you’ll take him to the living room to watch a documentary. You always ask him if he wants to pick. If he does say yes, he’ll almost always pick an architecture documentary. Sometimes he’ll tell you to choose something and then you’ll pick something random.

He doesn’t say much for the first half an hour of the documentary, and then he’ll slowly start to speak. First he just mumbles things like “that’s pretty…” or “don’t like that…” “what’s gonna happen?” You always kiss his hair when he speaks, making sure to respond to him to help him slowly come back up from subspace. By the end of the documentary, he’s making comments the entire time.

I love the idea of checking messages? I think that’s mostly done towards the end, when he’s pretty good but still too subby to answer his own messages. He’ll come cuddle under your arm, handing you his phone (you know his password by the way, you know all his passwords, he likes that you know) and then you two go through and answer some people. It’s calming when you’re there, and it’s relieving to have all his messages answered.

I also love the idea of putting lotion on him? You’ll often do that after the bath, asking if he’d like some lotion and he almost always agrees. Mostly because he knows it means he’ll get loads of kisses and cuddles.

He’s got the dumbest little smile on his face as you rub the lotion onto his skin. He’s so happy there.

He also insists on putting lotion on you by the way. Don’t even think about saying no. He will cry if he thinks you’ll say no, cause he’s still far too sensitive to be functional on his own yet.

To be honest he doesn’t do the best job at putting lotion on you, but he’s happy so it’s worth it.

The underlying thing is just having you with him? Charles wants to be in your space, to be close to you and to feel safe and sheltered. Even in a normal headspace Charles has no concept of personal side when it comes to you, but after scenes it’s even more so.

He wants to be with you at all times.

[centi-pedve]

in our opinion acting like capitalism doesn't exist in a capitalist society hurts the people who are fucked in the ass by capitalism most. not to sound like a wet blanket but if you have a comfortable amount of money then BUY that book and BUY that indie game and BUY shit from artists and indie devs and small businesses

piracy and theft is not a 100% awesome thing and you need to do it intentionally. walmart? Borrow That Bread wdc. broke as hell? Download That PDF wdc. but if you have decent money and there's no moral qualms then please understand that other people are living under capitalism too, not just you, and where you put your dollar means something.

[ninetqs]

I have a question, sorry if it's a bit dumb

if a car has issues heating up tires can that not be helped with the tire blankets? or is the ideal temperature that much higher that it's not possible

also could they do an extra outlap or smth to have more time to get them up to temp?

on saturday people were saying that charles needs to be more aggressive in sprints and I can see why they would think that but it's just a sprint at the end of the day and keeping he car together for quali is more important when racing ppl with the tendency to be "rough" i don't really give too many shits about sprints,,but his start in the race 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

very sexy very nice

I don't think I'm tooooo optimistic to say the fight in the standings is for P2 rather than p1 right?

🩷🩷

tire blankets have a maximum temperature (iirc 70c) and that temperature is lower than the window for the tires. the sf-24 already appears to have a higher window than other teams so it's even more difficult for them

an extra outlap is theoretically possible but i highly doubt the amount of risk in terms of not getting a lap in and/or not being able to manage the extra ~4mins worth of running would be worth it. especially on longer tracks they'd be cutting it very close. ofc idk what ferrari has done internally about this problem but i assume they looked into doing 2x outlaps and found the normal plan of doing one is better. the tire heating issue is fundamental and no specific kind of outlap can fix it (<- vasseur said something akin to this over the summer)

re: charles' aggressiveness i still maintain what i said the other day bcs overtaking at the start is not the same as overtaking in the middle of the race. charles is an excellent starter, he has the 3rd most positions gained on start this year, starting isn't the same still as wheel to wheel.

i do agree there's no reason to put it near the wall in the sprint, but i think it is fair to say if carlos can get p2 in a session then so can charles and we should be allowed to examine why charles didn't get p2 instead. in the case of the sprint it's because charles wasn't aggressive enough (both in his driving and in his race management)

his gp race impeccable of course, from the start to his stints, so he deserves his flowers for that one. and a better trophy :(

p1 in the wdc would be quite literally the biggest points turnaround in the history of the sport sooo... unless max decides to become a lecfoso and crash into lando every race for the greater good, i think the main goal shouldn't be any particular wdc standing but just achieving good results for the wcc (morale) and fine-tuning the car for next year where he can put up a real title fight from the very start of the season

lando (or mclaren) would have to have a major drop in performance (or a dnf) for charles to overtake him in the wdc, lando is not a consistent winner but he's very consistent in being near the front. in fact him and charles only have a 0.20 average position difference this year (which in context isn't great for lando but it doesn't change the fact he isn't "bad enough" that charles can make up the points difference, if we go by past races)

most importantly i am very confident if ferrari is even just the 2nd best car next season and the margins are like this, he will be the favourite for the title :D