#do mark and jenson have a name?

[manykinsmen]

something we don’t talk about when we talk about nico rosberg, and honestly even though it involved being a horrendous cunt, is that he did what generations of drivers have tried and failed to do - he refused to be made second driver and still walked away with his championship.

like think about that. there are so many people in my memory, and many more before that, that fell to that hurdle by accepting their fate or switching teams and making the wrong call, or just never quite getting there. you’ve got valtteri and daniel and mark webber and felipe massa and before that you have rubens barrichello and david coulthard and eddie irvine and so on and so on. and they either had some moment of quiet resignation to it or they let it completely destroy them, sometimes both.

nico rosberg was the part of the foundations of mercedes. he was there since it took the name mercedes and was brought in to play second fiddle to michael fucking schumacher, and then he outdrove him every damn day, when the mercedes wasn’t championship contention material but was outclassing the rest of the midfield. i remember it so well when you had button and hamilton at mclaren, vettel and webber were at red bull, and alonso and massa were at ferrari. you had no idea what was gonna happen with that top six but you could count on one thing like clockwork, nico rosberg would be seventh, making that scrappy little bastard of a car sing.

and then lewis arrived when schumi left and people assumed nico would play that second fiddle like he hadn’t won them the lion’s share of the points with schumi in the other car. no one gave him his due. and then the car was a winning car and he was suddenly a winner, someone no one had ever rated from that stacked as hell grid. and lewis already had his championship. he wanted more, sure, but he didn’t need to prove that he had it in him the way nico did with his dad and everything else hanging over his head.

let’s not beat around the bush, mercedes wanted him to be second driver. toto came in with lewis and didn’t respect what nico had achieved under ross brawn. lewis was already a championship winner even if nico knew the car and the team much better. certainly the management at mercedes were never on his side once toto took the reigns. and lewis must have expected it somewhat too, it’s just how teams work. and his long-standing teammate at that point had been jenson, who had just as many championships and seniority in the sport, which made them as close to equals as possible and also frustrated lewis no end at that time because on some days he was second driver. it was owed to him, at last, to have a teammate whose only job was to prop him up.

i’m not saying if it was the right decision, or the ethical decision, or a decision that he doesn’t deeply and intimately regret, but the point at which nico had to say to himself no, lewis isn’t allowed to do this to me, no i won’t be second fiddle, not even to my best friend, must have required such strength of conviction like sport has never seen. and yeah it’s sad to think that a championship ended a friendship that old and that caring, but reframe it for a moment. what must it have felt like to escape out from under the thumb of schumacher who was never ever going to support nico, who could be affable outside racing but had a long history of being the meanest of sports on the grid, and think finally, a friend, someone to support and care for me, someone who wants me to win just like i want him to win, and be told no, it’s just the same as it was. like yes this is work, but imagine what that would do to you in any career - a fellow artist, a fellow businessman - to be told that your friend, in any context, sees you as an obstacle to overcome, or even worse just a tool to get ahead.

like we make fun of that - look at the man that sold his soul for a championship - but so did everyone else, so did lewis even. we have no idea who went first in sacrificing the friendship to the flames but we do know it was the first time nico ever fucked someone over in the sport. he’d never driven a winning car before. lewis had, and lord knows he learnt well enough from fernando, from jenson even.

nico had never had the opportunity to do it, and even when he was teammates with schumi, it was a noticeably sedate schumi racing in a midfield car. there wasn’t a championship for him to snatch at like he had done before. and that must do damage to you, as someone that’s never been at that kind of desperate infighting team before. and to have someone who is supposed to love you more than anyone else on the grid right there in it, in your first true experience of it? ooft.

then you think about him retiring, right after he’s finally done it. he must have wanted to step away before hand but imagine that friendship up in smoke and to go away empty-handed, with nothing to show for it. so he says no, i have to have this championship. all this had to have been for something. think about keke, who won one world championship pretty much by accident. how he won because the front runners on the grid that season died in those cars. and what had just happened to poor old jules. and how keke has always insisted that nico is his greatest achievement, not his championship, his son. and nico has just become a father. think about how important his daughters are to him, how much he loves them. how he was burning down his relationship with vivian too just to get this stupid title, these stupid trophies.

and maybe some part of him thinks i can fix this, i can have lewis back if i just put the weapons down, if i walk away. but lewis doesn’t see it like that - he sees it as cowardly, that nico took something from him and didn’t give him the chance to get it back, even though held already proved over and over and over that he could beat nico, that he was definitively the better driver. but nico only had to be better once - keke won his championship with a single race win to his name that season and it was enough. goddamit it was enough. and even if it hurt him to give up being in that car, nico had things that were more important. just once was enough for him in a way it never could be for lewis. lewis has nothing else, no partner, no children, no real friends at that point. of course he could never understand. maybe he envied nico in that moment, for once to be enough, but lewis never had that luxury.

god it’s so tragic, but nico really did achieve the impossible.

#f1 #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #brocedes

[norrisleclercf1]

Unattainable

Pairing: Mafia!Jenson Button x Assistant!Reader

Words: 1.4K

Rating: R

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Okay so imagine Jenson had to travel for a business meeting with the Webber’s. Normally whenever he goes abroad for work, he wouldn’t bring his assistant but the time zones make it difficult for him to remain in touch with her so he brings her along. They arrive a day or so before Jenson has this meeting and they spend it at the private beach attached to the villa he rented where she tries to read her book while Jenson goes for a swim. Lewis’ words have never left her and she tries to sneak glances at him to see if it’s true but the swimming trunks make it hard to make out anything beyond the outline. So, blushing furiously at the fact that she’s checking out her boss, she goes back to her book only for Jenson to drop on the tanning bed next to her with a “if you wanted to see my cock, all you had to do was ask pretty girl”

Warnings: Language, Jenson has a dick piercing, sexual talks, etc.

A/N: Hehehehehe for @enchantecafe and also the gorgeous brilliant mind of Mar @percervall for giving me this delicious idea

"I'm not going, and you can't make me." Jenson wanted to bash his head into the desk before him. All he wanted was for you to join him in gorgeous Balos, Chania, Crete, Greece. With the time zone, he wasn't comfortable leaving you here. He needed you, just like Mark and Lewis would be. "I have work here," You argue further.

"Y/n, pretty girl, I know you have work here, but I need you in Greece with me. This isn't up for a debate." You tap your heel and purse your lips, ready to rip him a new one. "Mr. Button," Jenson groans, knowing you're pissed when you use his last name. "With all due respect, Mr. Button, going to Greece would be ideal for a vacation. As this is a work function and not a vacation, it's not ideal for me to join you. Take Miss. Simpson, she's just as capable." Jenson takes a deep breath and calms the anger bubbling in his stomach. 

"Miss. L/n, you will be joining me. You are my assistant, and besides, you know what this work.... function is for, so please save the attitude for when we're there." Jenson glares at you, and you stop, knowing you are pushing the buttons now. "When do we leave?" You ask, teeth gritted, tapping your foot harder now. "Tonight, your bags have already been packed." You make a noise of annoyance, turn on your heel, and stomp out. Even in his irritation with you, he still found that the skirt hugged your ass pretty damn well. 

You slam your folder down and bitch to yourself but stop noticing the appealing eyes of Lewis Hamilton staring at you from your own chair. "Coming to Greece with us?" He cocks his head with a dopey grin knowing damn well you were going. "Of course, the brat doesn't know how to work without me." Leaning in, you start to whisper. "How in the world is he running an international mafia but can't go to a ridiculous meeting without me?" Lewis chuckles and bites one of his tattooed fingers. 

"He needs his emotional support assistant, or else he gets cranky. And you remember what happened the last time he got cranky." You whine, pressing your face into the cold glass counter of your desk. "Lewis, please talk to him. I don't want to go to Greece." Lewis snorts and knows you're lying. "Please, you don't want to go because then you'll find out if that piercing of his is true." Stopping your pity party and glare at Lewis, who smiles at you innocently. 

"You know, I packed your clothes for you. Some skimpy swimsuits you've got." Cheeks heat up at the thought of Lewis digging around your swimsuits, mainly your underwear. "Lucky man, whoever gets to peel those off you," You grab a pen, throw it at him, and hear his laughter as he dodges. "Fuck off, the last man I slept with was," You close your mouth, remembering that Spanish accent and thick hair. "I know who it was, does he?" Lewis whispers, nodding towards Jenson, who has Mark at his side. 

"No, and it's none of his business." But you hate the guilt that eats up at you. He was just a way to forget. Instead, you couldn't help but compare the two. How you didn't feel the same when Jenson touched you, how he called you pretty girl, all you wanted was for it to be Jenson that was buried deep in you. "Your face says otherwise," Lewis's voice shifts from teasing to that of the overprotective friend that he is. 

"What?" You turn back to face Lewis, who is boring a hole in your face. "He won't be there, just us, Jenson and Mark." You nod and feel Jenson's hand touch your back. "If we're all ready, we can leave now." Jenson's hand stays on your back, making your skin burn to life. "Let's get this over with," You pull away, feeling cold slap you in the face. Mark chuckles and picks up your bags as you four leave, heading for Greece. 

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"Just wear it." Lewis urges, shoving the swimsuit into your hands. "Lewis, this is very...revealing. You just had to pick one of my most revealing ones." You huff, holding up the thin fabric. Lewis just smiles at you and nudges your shoulder. "Y/n, come on. We're at a private villa on the beach. No one except for us will see you. Please, just wear it and have fun." Lewis pouts, and you try to ignore it but know you can't. 

"Okay," Lewis jumps off your bed and exits the room. Leaving you to throw on the swimsuit. Putting it on, you stare at yourself in the mirror; you don't turn, hear the door open, and see Lewis stop and stare at you. "Fuck, you look damn good. You'll definitely make Jenson come in his pants." You turn and smack his shoulder and stare at the "one-piece." 

It's held together by one material dyed with orange, dark brown, and other colors. It's got a little wood circle holding the neck and top part together, and it's cut out, showing off your underboob and also your stomach. "Okay, let's go." You walk out of the room and to the open air. 

"Goddamn, if I wasn't married," "Shut up, Mark." You giggle and saunter over to where Jenson is lying, a towel covering his lap as he tries not to stare. He's thankful for the sunglasses as his eyes rake over your body. "What are you reading?" You ask, plopping yourself onto the sunbed next to Jenson, who fidgets. "One of your books," He hands it over, and you smile and bookmark the page he was on. 

"It's hot," You sigh and move, stretching out, and Jenson watches you closely, never been more grateful for the towel he's placed on his lap. "Yes, it is," Licking his lips, he sees you stand and run over to Lewis and Mark on the beach. Sighing, he drops his head, lifts the towel, and groans, seeing that he is very hard. He can't stand up, knowing he'd never hear the end from Mark or Lewis if he stood up. 

Jenson watches you and smiles, seeing you having fun. He relaxes thinking about everything he'd love to give you. "Jenson, come join us!" Mark yells, but you turn and climb out of the ocean. He bites his lip, seeing the waterfall off your body and how your skin glows with happiness and sun. "Jens, go join them. They want to play water volleyball." You run up and stand before him, and he has to control the urge to pull you down on top of him and kiss you senselessly. 

"Yeah," The word comes out choked, and he pulls himself towards the edge and comes face to face with your breasts. "Shit," He grumbles, wanting to run his fingers over the curves of them and pull the top off and fuck you profoundly and properly. Your breathing becomes ragged, feeling the way his eyes move over your body. "Jenson! Come one!" Mark yells, pulling the two of you out of your little bubble. "Yeah, coming!" Jenson stands up and moves away from you. 

Swallowing you suck in a breath and breathe out. "Read, reading is good." You whisper to yourself, trying to stop yourself now. Lewis runs up and throws himself into the chair to your left, leaving Jenson's chair open. "I always loved this time; he wears thin suits, and we always tease him about the piercing." You groan, trying your hardest not to stare openly. Instead, you settle for sneaking glances, hating Lewis for reminding you of the piercing. 

"All I can see is the fucking outline," Whining, you hate that Jenson fucking Button has reduced you to this whining mess. "I'm checking out my boss; what the hell. I hate you, Lewis Hamilton. Seriously, I've been perfectly normal working with him. Now all I can think about is him," "Fucking you so good he ruins you for other men, and feeling the way the piercing feels?" Lewis fills in, and you tighten your legs, biting your bottom lip. You go to reply but stop seeing Jenson within earshot and turn bright red when you know that he's grinning. 

He drops to the sun bed next to you and rolls his waistband, revealing the happy trail and muscle. "Pretty girl, if you wanted to see my cock, all you had to do was ask." Jenson groans, getting comfortable, and you whip your head straight as Jenson rolls to the side. "I'm serious; ask me, pretty girl." He almost begs, and you turn your eyes wide, and you hate the ache between your legs. "Jenson?" He hums, and you sigh, working up the courage and smile. 

"Can I see your cock?" Jenson smiles, and fingers curl around your throat and pull you in. "Of course," 

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 fics #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #jenson button f1 #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #jenson button smut #jenson button imagine #jenson button fic #jenson button #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #mafia!f1 #f1!mafia #mafia!jenson button

[tomorrcwz]

✰ POSITIONS, F1 DILFS

[ starring ] sebastian vettel, kimi räikkönen, fernando alonso, jenson button, lewis hamilton, kevinmagnussen

[ tw ] fem!reader, smut (+18), dom!drivers, mention of sex toys and tapes, dirty talking, fem and male oral receiving (+ choking on dick)

. minors do not read .

sebastian enjoys sitting back to watch you play with yourself, be it your dainty fingers buried deep inside your pussy and coated in your juices, or the dildo, the copy of his cock, he had gifted you months ago when he was away; the sight of the grip your greedy pussy has on the plastic phallus and your body writhing in the sheets, whorish moaning his name to pled for relief, thighten his trousers but rather than bouncing you, feeling your tight little satch, he leans forward, breath fawning onto your wet tights, resulting in goosebumps.

you'd cry out silently, legs shaking as you ram the toy faster into your warmth. "what did you say, liebe? (love) care to repeat?", the man would ask, his rough hands grabbing your thick tights. "want my big dick inside you? fuck you till you can't remember your name and see stars no more, huh?", he'd taunt you with a massive smirk on his pinkish lips. "that what you would like, don't you, my dirty girl?"

kimi prefers on being hands on, having you knee in front of him to suck him off. tears have already escaped your eye and stained your hallowed cheeks, while his right hand sits at the back of your head, hair kept in a ponytail to manage the speed and the desired depth. your glossy eyes holding contact with his lustfilled gaze and the choking sounds as well as the moans that send off vibrations around his dick, makes him pull your face against his pelvic bone to deep throat him. the tightness of your wet mouth let's his cock throb slightly, the taste of salty pre cum hits your tongue once again.

slowly, kimi would face fuck you, forcing your lips to touch his pelvic whenever he pulls your head towards him, forcing your jaw to go slack and take his long cock all the way as saliva runs out of the corners of your stretched mouth, trailing down your tits and eventually hitting the carpet. "you love being my good girl, eh? then choke on it."

nando loves to grab your plump ass whilst hugging you whenever it is in public or in the privacy of a room — if his action is made in the later situation, the innocence of his touch quickly turns into nibbling playfully on your ear and neck, leaving small marks to show his claim of you. his finger would dip inside your clothing to touch your already wet pussy, gently brushing past the outer lips to rub your clit, which will transform you into mush against his body. wanting to eat you out, nando would lay you down on the bed if there is one, probing pillows under your hips to get an easy access to your wetness. he's godsend, festing on your pussy as it would be his last time, resulting in leaving you a breathless moaning puddle of a mess. "please don't stop, papi."

jenson would be the guy who'd twirl, pull and nib on your stiff nibbles as you stroke his growing dick whilst watching a sex tape of yourselves to get in the right zone. in his opinion its one of the easiest ways to set the mood; watching a homemade video of him plowing inside you from behind against a hotel wall or having you cuffed on the bedframe, fucking your little hole hard as you cum over and over again — he'll feel your breath stock whenever his recorded self hits your g-spot or lands a spank on your brightly coloured ass, and the slick of your snatch drips on his leg, that's between yours, rubbing over your cunt.

"in another life, you'd be a pornstar, darling", jense would whisper in your ear as he moves above you, running the fat leaking head of his cock against your awaiting pussy.

lewis would have you in sixty-nine, tongue tracing the rim of your snatched hole as you kitten-lick off the precum of his massive dick and nibble softly on a bold vein, chasing a groan out of the fit male. as soon as you reach past the half, he'll push his cock upwards, causing you to choke on his dick — his less dominating hand keeps your head down as his other hand sinks two fingers at the same time inside you roughly, sending you over the edge, a process he continues over again till you tap his thight two times.

"fucked you good, huh?"

kevin likes nothing more than seeing you completely relaxed and giggling during a session of soft, romantic sex; it's his favourite way to return to a relaxed state of mind after a race and running behind his small children. he'll have you ride him though he'd control the pace while pressing your face against his neck to feel you sucking kisses against it. whenever kevin would push hard upwards inside you, he'd hear you purr like a catita or moan, rambling about how he should just throw you down and fuck you, but this will just result in his next pushes slower, teasing you to show you who's the "boss".

POLY/MULTI DRIVERS — SINGULAR DRIVERS

#f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #sebastian vettel smut #kimi räikkönen smut #fernando alonso smut #jenson button smut #sebastian vettel x reader #kimi räikkönen x reader #fernando alonso x reader #jenson button x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #kevin magnussen smut #kevin magnussen x reader #f1

[astonmartinii]

the age of no regret [mamma mia part four] | formula one scoial media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, jenson button & fernando alonso part one | part two | part three masterlist | tips

a due date nears, a god father is revealed and new cravings are discovered

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yourusername: f1 drivers are too generous, i don't know how we got all of the stuff back from montreal let alone how we're going to store it.

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user1: i'm NOT jealous of an unborn child's helmet collection

user2: this bro got a senna helmet, can i have it until they know who he is?

sebastianvettel: i'm seeing a 'we' in this caption when it was me, myself and i putting together this display case

yourusername: erm i was supervising?

sebastianvettel: that was more aimed at jenson, love. i wouldn't want you anywhere near a glass display case right now

jensonbutton: one day it's "i'm the wood work king, let me do this" and then it's "why did no one help me?" PICK A STRUGGLE SEB

sebastianvettel: well i was waiting for you to take all the credit ... so this is awkward now

jensonbutton: well i'll take the credit for getting most of the helmets

charles_leclerc: ummmm no i gave seb at least two of these

jensonbutton: @sebastianvettel tell your grid kid to back off this is adult conversation

charles_leclerc: i'm 25?

fernandoalo_oficial: beckett better be sleeping in his dog bed because i am not fighting a dog for my space in the bed

jensonbutton: of course he is !!!!!!!!!

yourusername: the exclamation marks are really making you look guilty

jensonbutton: IT'S NOT JUST ME YOU GUYS BRING HIM TO BED AS WELL

yourusername: i have hormones i see one puppy dog look AND I CAN'T LEAVE HIM THERE

fernandoalo_oficial: if i have to fight the dog, you guys have to let me sleep in the middle

yourusername: fine. beckett sleeps at the foot of the bed anyway you just want to be in the middle of the cuddle pile

fernandoalo_oficial: sue me

user3: cuddle pile? i'm so soft

user4: beckett? who named this dog and why was it definitely jenson?

yourusername: it was but i was assured it has nothing to do with f1

user4: babes i hate to tell you but he's defo named after the corner at silverstone

yourusername: how am i so easy to trick ffs

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sebastianvettel: crochet club in full swing for zandvoort. good luck nando!!

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user5: they really are old people at heart it's so cute

maxverstappen1: can i get a good luck for my home race?

sebastianvettel: good luck?

yourusername: good luck super max! (not that you need it)

maxverstappen1: thank you y/n i knew there was a reason why you're my favourite :)

charles_leclerc: can i get a good luck too please?

sebastianvettel: you weren't this clingy even when we were teammates

yourusername: seb !! be kind, good luck charlie

landonorris: can i also get a good luck?

yourusername: good luck lando (stop being so hard on yourself)

sebastianvettel: is everyone gonna ask for a good luck?

yourusername: how many more grid kids do you have? i feel like you underestimated the number on your cv

jensonbutton: how is my jumper coming along?

sebastianvettel: we're both working on a sleeve right now!

yourusername: sorry if one is shorter than the other i can't stop going to the bathroom

fernandoalo_oficial: thank you guys, can't wait to see you when i get home x

jensonbutton: looking fast this weekend, podium defo on the cards

yourusername: be fast but be safe x

sebastianvettel: looking forward to a new celebration

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fernandoalo_oficial: getting attachment issues already @f1 can we just race in switzerland from now on?

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user8: they do group facetimes while nando is away?!?!?!?!?! shoot me.

yourusername: i second this @f1

jensonbutton: i third it

sebastianvettel: i fourth it

fernandoalo_oficial: i miss you guys :(

user9: i'm so excited/nervous about the naming situation i know these men will just have stupid suggestions

yourusername: we compromised with a name book i do not trust them after beckett

jensonbutton: beckett is a cute name and you agreed!!!!!

mickschumacher: do you guys need the extra camp beds or not?

sebastianvettel: yes please! could you bring them when you get back?

charles_leclerc: we're sleeping on camp beds? does my back mean nothing to you?

fernandoalo_oficial: do we look like a hotel to you?

yourusername: there are beds but it's first come first served, so don't be late xoxo

user10: are the grid going to stay at seb's?

user11: might be for a baby shower?

user12: HOLY SHIT

maxverstappen1: am i allowed to bring the cats? is beckett trained?

yourusername: omg yes please bring jimmy and sassy

jensonbutton: yes he's trained what do you think i've been doing with my retirement?

maxverstappen1: no comment

sebastianvettel: i guess you can bagsy a room for you and the cats

maxverstappen1: HA thank you seb

fernandoalo_oficial: more and more i realise why people call you my grid kid

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yourusername: who knew i'd end up with a family this big? i love you all.

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user13: i am unwell this is so fucking cute

sebastianvettel: i love our weird little family

yourusername: little? we hosted like 25 grown men ...

jensonbutton: and you loved every single second

yourusername: yeah i love you guys and all your little stray cats with attachment issues

fernanodalo_oficial: yeah but that means they also give good gifts

user14: wait? 25? who else do we think went?

user15: so mick was definitely there, i think i saw mark in the back of one pic, kimi was there along with nico rosberg (LOL) and i think rubens barrichello

user16: no way first out of paddock brocedes reunion was at the mamma mia baby shower...

jensonbutton: those people are meant to be athletes how come there were NO CUPCAKES LEFT I KNOW THAT'S NOT IN YOUR DIETS

maxverstappen1: idk i feel like you're projecting

charles_leclerc: yeah you sound mad guilty jenson

yourusername: now i can see the grid kid resemblance

sebastianvettel: i will not take any responsibility for their shenanigans

fernandoalo_oficial: i do

danielricciardo: soz i finally got that brocedes scoop over a late night cupcake

yourusername: i won't be angry if you spill to me

lewishamilton: daniel?

fernandoalo_oficial: this is why you're my favourite daniel

user17: i need them to SPILL NOW

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jensonbutton: it's official!! after careful consideration, we decided that kimi was the best choice for god father, but we still consider you all a weird mix of god uncles and god everything else. y/n is due any day now so we'll see you all some time soon x

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user18: LETS GOOOOOO I WAS ALWAYS TEAM KIMI THAT'S MY GOAT 🐐

maxverstappen1: rigged

yourusername: maxy if it helps seb was seriously stumped after the baby beekeeping suit

maxverstappen1: doesn't help but i guess it's healthy to take a loss every now and again

danielricciardo: i. am. shocked.

sebastianvettel: you insulted all of us in your application

danielricciardo: ummmmm yes to prove to chickie that i'm a fun, goofy guy DUH

jensonbutton: we are NOT boring farts

danielricciardo: depriving your child of a fun god father is a boring fart move

kimiraikkonen: i am fun daniel.

charles_leclerc: i may have lost god father but i won being a bear, you win some you lose some

lewishamilton: you're being much more gracious than expected

charles_leclerc: oh i screamed into my pillow when i got this notification (and max also lost)

fernandoalo_oficial: you're taking it well lewis

lewishamilton: I KNOW YOU VOTED AGAINST ME FERNANDO BUT JOKES ON YOU I SEE THE HAMILTON BEAR YOU FRAUD

yourusername: there were no votes against people... also roscoe is not a reference we can actually verify i don't think dogs can speak english (or german, spanish or italian)

lewishamilton: he can skateboard? how am i not a good dad?

fernandoalo_oficial: see this aggression is why you aren't god father

lewishamilton: i'm letting roscoe at your ankles old man

sebastianvettel: OKAY LETS STOP THERE

markwebber: who got kimi jack daniels? that's a bold (and uniformed)choice

yourusername: it's the aesthetic mark, i don't like your tone

jensonbutton: kimi will drink anything don't worry love

markwebber: all i said was it is an interesting choice

yourusername: this is why you got destroyed by a twink btw

jensonbutton: well this all escalated fast

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astonmartinf1: fernando alonso will not be racing this weekend due to family matters. felipe drugovich will race in the second aston martin seat. we wish y/n, fernando, jenson and seb luck for their new addition.

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user21: EVERYONE STAY FUCKING CALM

user22: i am so so so so so so so so so chill about this

lancestroll: good luck y/n! can't wait to meet the little one

user23: god i miss the squabbles in the comment sections

user24: literally and i can imagine it's going to increase ten fold when they all have an actual kid to fight over

charles_leclerc: why does it have to be a race so far from europe :(((( i wanna meet chickie ASAP

maxverstappen1: don't make me race your ass to the hospital

charles_leclerc: we can use air max this once seb won't know

danielricciardo: 📸 GOT YOUR ASS

charles_leclerc: daniel???

danielricciardo: 'm sorrry i'm stressed

user23: okay that didn't take long

user25: i need a lobotomy asap cause why am i so excited about four complete strangers having a baby

user26: I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THE NAME IF THIS CHILD IS NAMED AFTER A RACE, DRIVER OR A CORNER I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE MY MIND

user27: seb will never see the light of day if that child ends up with a bond girl name

lewishamilton: good luck guys !!! can't wait to meet the full family

user28: completely normal that the whole family is not online during potential labour but I NEED UPDATES

user29: okay put your bets on guys - which one of them is passing out

user30: jenson 100%

user31: idk i think seb has been way too chill this entire pregnancy and it's all going to come out during the birth

danielricciardo: yeah seb's ass is grass

maxverstappen1: DANIEL STOP (it's gonna be jenson)

danielricciardo: i'm sorry i'm so stressed i'm literally going to bite off my fingers

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user32: it's just dawning on me that this kid might need a jumbo birth certificate with all these last names

user33: is anyone curious if they'll ever do a paternity test to see who the biological dad is

user34: let's not ask horribly personal questions about situations that are nothing to do with us

user35: also the kid is going to have four loving parents and about 25 grown men who will fight for them so i really don't think who the biological father is is really a big deal

estebanocon: gosh i am so excited

user36: as much as i am excited i hope it won't become a whole family influencer type beat

user37: i don't think they will tbf, i think they'll post about chickie but it'll be reserved

georgerussell63: so excited for the guys! they'll all rock as parents and y/n has already put up with them so will be an amazing mother

alexalbon: good luck guys, all of our love x

user38: f1 cruel as hell for putting this race all the way qatar so that there's no way they can go back to europe between races :(

charles_leclerc: real, depriving us from meeting chickie asap

user39: do we think kimi went with them?

user40: and maybe mick? he's not with mercedes this weekend?

mickschumacher: kimi and i are with them! not allowed in the delivery room when chickie comes but we're here for moral support <3

user41: oh i am so soft

lewishamilton: i guess it makes sense kimi is the god father... good luck guys!

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[vettelsvee]

MEETING | Sebastian Vettel

f1 masterlist | history series masterlist

history series season 1: part 1 | part 2.1 | part 2.2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

summary: diana, after being accepted as a candidate for the toro rosso internship program, begins her not-so-wonderful journey in the world of formula 1 and meets her future husband, sebastian vettel, as well as her biggest nightmare, nico rosberg

word count: 5568

warnings: mentions of suicide, sexism.

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¡! you can read the fanfic as diana or y/n, but the faceclaim will always be my girl emma stone :)

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2023

"Diana, are you ready?"

The woman's attention was immediately captured when Mark Webber, who had offered, along with Jenson Button, directing the documentary, spoke to her. Quickly, she put her mobile phone in her blazer pocket and nodded at the former driver, indicating that she was ready to start filming.

"Alright," Mark announced. "Remember, Diana, just as we rehearsed with your husband during the script reading: you introduce yourself, talk a bit about what you're currently doing, and then we start talking about your childhood, just from when you were born until you were accepted into the Toro Rosso internship program," the Australian said.

The readhead swallowed, sat better and looked directly into the camera, that was already recording without the woman being conscious.

Immediately, as if she knew what was happening, she began to speak to it:

"My name's Diana Vettel, I'm 34 years old and, as you might already now, I'm wife to four-time Formula 1 World Champion, Sebastian Vettel. However," she clarified, "I prefer to be known as his race engineer for ten years, from 2012 to 2022 and, currently, I'm the co-director, alongside Susie Wolff, of the F1 Academy," she smiled proudly.

Sebastian entered the studio where the shootings were taking place, and when he saw his wife so self-assured, he couldn't feel anything but proud of her. There was no doubt that those sleepless nights, consoling her tears for not feeling enough in a male-dominated world, and the years of visits to her psychologist, which she still attended, had had an incredible effect on her.

"Well, wait!" Diana suddenly exclaimed. "We can't forget that I'm the reason behind Seb's first victory in Formula 1. Monza 2008, to be more precise," she confirmed, causing laughter from the ones around her.

"We already know quite a lot about Vettel's childhood, but now: what can you tell us a little bit about yours?" Button inquired, sitting next to Mark behind the cameramen.

Diana tensed up. It wasn't that she was afraid to recall her childhood, but she didn't consider it significant enough to be in the documentary. Moreover, talking about her private life... let's just say she didn't like it a lot.

The German knew his wife so well that he could vence how she was feeling at the moment. She had the urge to get up and give her a comforting hug, but he also knew that the recording couldn't be interrupted. For that reason, he simply smiled at her from his seat while giving her a thumbs up.

Diana, after seeing Sebastian doing that, laughed.

Since 2008, halfway through her second year as a Mechanical Engineering student and after joining the Toro Rosso internship program, she didn't know how the guy who initially seemed to be a jerk, ended up becoming her whole world.

"It's quite simple, Jenson: I was born in Linz, Austria, on April 27, 1988," began the woman. "My mum decided to end her life when I was 14, back in 2002, and that was the main reason why my dad took both my sister and I to Spain so we could start all over again."

Diana stared into the camera, beginning to ponder the impression people might have of her after that brief introduction.

Mark adjusted himself in his seat, ready to shift the conversation away from the glances Sebastian seemed to be directing at him. He had been fortunate to get to know the couple during his time at RedBull, and he had no doubt that both of them had changed a lot since then, especially the German.

“But every bad thing has something positive, right, Diana?” questioned Webber. “You always say that, and the fact that you’re here now is proof of it.”

“Exactly,” continued Jenson. “This might sound a bit bad, but if that didn’t happen, you wouldn’t have met Seb.”

Mrs. Vettel nodded.

“It was all because of my father actually, who couldn’t bear the stares from neighbors, his coworkers, and the harassment my sister and I faced at school too,” explained the woman, her tears slightly evident. “We did it without thinking: we packed our most important belongings, my father quit his job and, a few hours laters, I was on a plane all the way to Barcelona, with no knowledge of Spanish and no expectations about what could happen in my new life.”

That made Sebastian remember one of the first conversations he had with Diana, where the young woman told him she felt more Spanish than Austrian.

“This is the first time I speak publicly about my childhood,” said Diana, wiping away smeared makeup with a tissue given to her by production. “I’m sorry, really: I always try to think that I’ve overcome it, but the fact is that you never really overcome it.”

“Do you feel more comfortable now that you’ve shared this with the audience?” Webber inquired in an attempt to console the young woman.

The redhead looked at Sebastian, who was visibly concerned at that moment.

“No,” she replied, “quite the opposite, actually. I think I’m even more vulnerable now, and social media criticism is going to pour in, but I’m glad I did it because I’ve taken a weight off my shoulders,” she listed, “and I also know that many viewers will realize the importance of mental health, especially in those moments when everything seems fine when it’s actually the opposite.”

“Is that a hint, sweetheart?”

Vettel, who already knew the answer, sarcastically commented. Still, he needed his wife to confirm it on camera.

“Everyone knows that when I gained confidence in myself, I never beat around the bush; this wasn’t going to be an exception.”

“What do you think is the highlight of your sudden move to Spain?” Button asked Diana.

“Being accepted into the Toro Rosso internship program,” she replied. “That’s when my dream of years started to come true, although hell also made its presence felt.”

Sebastian smiled, remembering it all too well.

The best was about to begin.

“Those who know me well know that I’ve been a Formula 1 fan since I was a child. 1994 is the year I remember the most, especially when Michael became world champion,” explained the Austrian, reminiscing early memories as an enthusiast of the sport. “I was only six years old, but that image is engraved in my memory.”

“For that reason, I decided to study Mechanical Engineering at Universidad Politécnica de Cataluña,” the woman continued in perfect Spanish, surprising everyone in the room except Seb.

“And that was before she even met me,” Sebastian chimed in, causing laughter among those present. “That was a great bonus.”

Taking the documentary seriously was going to be difficult, but as the woman used to say, within all those hard times, a laugh made it all forgettable.

“I studied for years, trying to give my best to get the highest grades,” Diana continued, “and I did it after achieving an average score of 9.28 out of 10 in selectividad, the Spanish entrance exam you need to take in order to study a degree.”

“Tell them if you really needed such a high score, Di.”

The girl laughed at her husband’s comment. She already knew where he was going with that.

“In fact, no: the cutoff score was, I believe, around a five out of ten. I just pushed myself to the limit because I was ambitious and wanted to be the best, too,” she smiled, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “Well, and I still like to be the best.”

“See why we got along so well from the beginning?”

“That’s debatable, Sebastian,” remarked Webber, “bet let’s let the viewers hear your story little by little.”

“Indeed, Mark,” agreed Jenson Button with him, “let’s take it step by step. Diana, what made you join Toro Rosso?”

2007 December 3rd

Barcelona, Spain

The first semester of the second year of Diana being a university student seemed endless.

Final exams were approaching, bringing with them the submission of multiple papers, projects, and even some practical written tests. Adding to this, her father had recently lost his job just a few weeks ago. It was easy to understand why the Austrian, who had considered herself Spanish for years, was dozing off in one of the chairs in Room 7, even though it was time for one of her favorite classes: Fluid Mechanics.

As soon as Dr. Martínez stepped into the classroom, all the students stopped talking. Even Diana, who had closed her eyes for a few seconds to see if she could quell her sleep, opened them quickly. The woman, in her fifties, was one of the most beloved professors by students; at the same time, she was considered one of the strictest, and that's what made her one of the most wanted by universities not only in Spain but worldwide.

For this reason, and especially because she always fought for visibility of women in the scientific field, she was Wagner's favorite.

"Good morning, class," she greeted, positioning herself in the center of the platform where she usually lectured. A smile on her face appeared. "Before I start explaining the new topic, which I remind you is the last one for our January exam, I would like to share some news that I know will be interesting for most of you."

At these last words, those present began to pay even more attention, readjusting in their seats curious about what the woman had to announce. Diana was no exception.

"Some companies in the field of engineering have started offering scholarships for students like you to work with them while continuing their studies. For the most talented, I must say," she added with certain authority in her voice.

Excitement and anticipation for the announcement filled the room, where some surprised noises and, in other cases, disappointment, were heard.

"These scholarships offer the opportunity to have a unique experience, allowing you to enter the workforce earlier than expected. At the same time, it will help you start applying everything you have learned during this brief year and a half, and see if you are suited to do the job."

Murmurs began to fill the class. It was a truly incredible opportunity, and it would be rare for someone not to want to be part of it.

Diana, whose mind was always one step ahead, was already wondering which companies would be part of it. For that reason, she decided to raise her hand to ask.

"Miss, I would like to know if you could share more information about the companies that are offering these scholarships."

The woman nodded, thankful for the question from her favorite student and pleased to see her interest once again.

"Of course, Diana. There are leading companies in the field of automotive engineering, aerospace engineering, and something related to renewable energies, which are becoming popular. Each one has a different focus, with a wide variety of projects and areas, so I'm sure there will be interests for each of you."

The young woman's mind began to process all the information, looking through the possibilities the woman had mentioned. While her dream was to work in the automotive world that she was so passionate about, and the path was proving extremely challenging, the possibility of being awarded a scholarship was what made her cling to a distressing hope.

"To apply in this sort of internship program, you will need to send your CV and a letter explaining to the company why you would like to join them," the teacher explained. "Then, some responsible figure of the respective companies will choose the most outstanding students, I guess."

During the remaining class time, Diana could barely pay attention to the explanation. She was excited, and she would dare say scared, about this kind of talk that was taking place. Her innate curiosity made her want to know more. Therefore, when the teacher announced that the class had ended, and her classmates began to leave the room, the twenty-year-old started to pack her things slowly, making sure no one else was there before speaking with her teacher.

"Dr. Martínez, do you mind if I ask you some questions about the internship program?"

"Of course," she replied as she gathered her documents. "Tell me what's on your mind, Diana."

The girl tried to disguise her nervousness, clearing her throat before speaking.

"I have doubts about whether to apply to any of the companies. Honestly, I don't think they'll choose me because I'm a woman. I sometimes struggle to talk to my classmates, so I can't imagine what it would be like for me to apply for a position like that."

Martínez raised her gaze to the redhead, now dyed blonde, full of understanding.

"Diana, I understand that you're worried," she began, placing her hands on her shoulders, "but I want you to know that you are one of the brightest students I have had in these months, and I would even venture to say in my entire teaching career," she explained sincerely, earning an excited smile from the girl. "Keep in mind that, whatever you do, your gender doesn't have to be an obstacle for you to fight for what you want."

Those last words resonated strongly in Diana's mind, who was quite moved at that point. That was exactly what the young woman needed to hear.

"Also, I’d like to tell you something I haven't mentioned in class because I only want you to know, given your interest in a certain topic," the woman continued, further catching the student's attention. "The Toro Rosso Formula 1 team is offering a single position as an assistant for a race engineer, but I don't know which driver in particular."

Diana's eyes widened, not believing what she had just heard from her teacher. The idea of working in Formula 1 was the reason why she was there, striving every day even when she felt like giving up everything.

"Do you think I should send them my application, then?" Wagner asked, intending to make sure before making a hasty decision.

"Absolutely," Dr. Martínez affirmed firmly. "You are an exceptional student, and you have demonstrated great skills in just a year and a half of your studies, which impresses me quite a bit, to be honest. You have the potential to do great things within Formula 1, and I know you will go far if you make it to the sport."

As Diana continued to listen to the woman speak, she couldn't believe there was a chance, even if it was minimal, that her dream would come true. What she didn't like so much was the fact that the woman spoke as if she were already inside the world, but she could do nothing but get excited.

If her application was denied…

“By the way, Diana, are you free during the next hour?”

“Yes. In fact, I was about to head home,” answered Diana, questioning the woman in front of her. “Do you need something?”

The woman affirmed, nodding slightly.

“Let's create your cover letter and resume so we can send it as soon as possible,” she said, taking the lead. “I'm sure many of my colleagues in the department know this information just like me.”

The young woman agreed, and immediately they headed towards Martínez's office, trying not to attract too much attention among the students and, above all, hurrying as much as possible. In those moments, time was of the essence.

Once there, the professor took a seat in front of the computer and offered Diana the seat opposite her. Before the redhead had even let go of her belongings, the teacher was already pulling a stack of papers and a couple of pens from one of the desk drawers.

"Your resume comes directly from our database, but the cover letter doesn't," she explained briskly. "I want you to write down whatever you feel is the reason why you need that position at Toro Rosso."

Having said that, Martínez put on her glasses and focused her gaze on the screen, ignoring Wagner. The girl didn't know what to do or say. Who was she supposed to write to, Franz Tost? No, she was sure team bosses weren't the ones in charge of reading those letters, if anyone read them at all.

"Try to make it as natural as possible," the woman commented to her student without looking at her. "Make them see that you have a passion for engineering, for the sport, and especially, make them miss you when they haven’t met you yet."

Make them miss you when they haven’t met you yet.

Diana took a deep breath and began to let her ideas transfer to paper, flowing without much thought.

Dear members of the Toro Rosso team, it is an honor to have the opportunity to apply for this internship position in your prestigious racing team. Since I was a child, I have always dreamed of being part of the wonderful world of Formula 1...

No, too fanciful and flattering. The young woman crossed everything out, and seeing that she was starting to feel confused, she crumpled up the paper and set it aside on the corner of the table.

Dear Mr. Tost and the rest of the Toro Rosso team: I would like to express my sincere interest in the position of race engineer intern. As a Mechanical Engineering student, I have acquired skills that I would like to develop professionally and, above all, apply them to the field I have been passionate about since I can remember.

Why was it so difficult to write something just to try to make your dream come true?

Pilar Martínez glanced at Diana and shocked her head. That girl who was showing so much insecurity at that moment, as happened in many classes, had the potential to become one of the greatest prodigies in motorsport.

"Don't overthink it, lady," she said affectionately. "Show your true personality and, if you need to, just take a little break before continuing."

The girl shook her head. She simply closed her eyes and imagined what she wanted most at that moment: her, sitting in front of a wall of screens, with headphones on, communicating with Michael Schumacher about what he should do in every turn and straight, when he should pit for a tire change, and even celebrating the occasional victory.

Who said Schumacher, said Alonso. She would even settle for one of the rookies, like that guy who joined Toro Rosso halfway through the previous season and she liked a little bit, Sebastian Vettel.

After several more attempts, she finally brought out everything she wanted to say. She had never felt so proud of any of her writings; not even with her graduation speech in high school, which made the entire teaching staff cry.

Dear members of the Toro Rosso team, With my heart filled with excitement and, especially, gratitude for the opportunity given to university students like me to be part of your team, I submit my application for the internship position as a race engineer. My name is Diana Wagner, I was born in Austria nineteen years ago, and my heart not only belongs to Spain, the country that welcomed me when I needed it the most, but also to the sport of which you are a part: Formula 1. My journey as a Mechanical Engineering student has been short, but I assure you, intense; at the same time, I have grown and learned a lot not only as a future professional but as a person. Throughout this year and a half, I have acquired a wealth of skills and knowledge thanks to the professionals from whom I am fortunate to receive instruction, and if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have the necessary preparation to face certain challenges—although, not deceiving you, I have a long way to go and much to learn. Every subject studied, project completed, and tear shed has been an opportunity to test and prove to myself that even the impossible is difficult. Beyond my knowledge as a student, I would also like to tell you about my passion for the world of motorsports, as I briefly mentioned before. Since I can remember, I have followed every free practice, qualifying, and race, as well as every press conference of each Grand Prix. The deafening sound of the engines, the suffocating speed of the single-seaters, and the passion that teams and drivers have shown have not only been my inspiration to pursue my studies and shape my future but also to grow as a person. In the darkest times of my life, Formula 1 became my light, and it still is. Like drivers work tirelessly to give their best, I also strive to overcome the limits imposed not only because I am a woman, but also because I am too hard-working. Therefore, I know that the opportunity to work alongside the professionals that make up your team would be an unparalleled honor, and I assure you that every day I would show you that I am capable of more. I deeply appreciate the time you have taken to read my cover letter. Although it may be hard to believe the words of a girl who, after all, is still a teenager trying to make her way in the adult world, I assure you that I have to prove much more than what you think.

Possibly, those last words were what made it possible for Diana Wagner to be the selected candidate as an intern at Toro Rosso among approximately two thousand of the best students from all over Europe.

2008 March 13th

Australian GP

“Sweetheart, are you sure you have everything with you?”

The bleached blonde was certain that she did, that she had everything she needed for her new job except for one detail and, surprisingly, the most important one: knowing where she had to go. In front of her was the entrance to Albert Park, and all she felt was a great overwhelm from the size of that circuit. She saw people coming in and out of the venue constantly, both walking and in vehicles that probably cost as much, or even more, than the flat she lived with her sister and father in Barcelona.

“Yes, of course,” she replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. “I'm waiting outside for someone to come and meet me."

“But didn't you say you had to go inside, and that someone would be waiting for you in the box?”

She hated how blunt Amelie was.

“I'm more lost than during my exams period when we first moved to Spain,” she joked. “Now I'll try to figure out what to do. There’s no need to worry about me.”

Bernhard started shouting something in German to his younger daughter, and immediately continued talking to Diana. It seemed surreal to the girl that her family was making a phone call with her at two in the morning in Spain.

“You better get in there, even if you have to jump over a fence!,” he shouted in German, a little annoyed. “And I don't care if you get caught or anything: you haven't traveled to the other damn end of the world and left me with your sister, all alone, just for you to stand there with your arms crossed.”

When Bernhard Wagner got angry, he did, and a lot.

“Yeah, Dad, I know,” she replied, a bit angry because her father seemed not to trust her. “In fact, I'm getting closer now, I have the pass they sent me by mail in my hand, and I'm going through the accreditation with this weird machine. I'll hang up, okay?”

It was a rhetorical question because Diana, before being able to hear an answer from her father, hung up the call. As she let out a long sigh, held in throughout the phone call, she passed her accreditation through the identification sensor, but the photo they asked her for months ago didn't appear.

Again, she tried, and nothing appeared on the screen. She kept trying over and over, which managed to attract the attention of more than one of those present, who did nothing to help the intern.

“Damn it…”

After that, Diana began to unleash a string of curses in German, some of which she had made up on the spot and made no sense at all. She couldn't believe that it would be more difficult than she had planned just to enter the venue and talk to whoever she had to talk to. She was a firm believer in destiny, and she knew that it meant she had to go back to Spain, to her natural hair color and to her university courses.

Frustration was taking over the Austrian, and she was sure that, if she hadn't heard a male voice in German beside her, she would have burst into tears like she never did before.

“Do you speak German too? Do you want me to help you with that?”

Diana nodded her head and looked up at the person who was talking to her. A blond guy, of medium height, who seemed to be a couple of years older than her, was the one who was talking to her. His face was somewhat familiar, although she still couldn't put a name to it.

Another mistake for the rookie Diana Wagner. Of course, if there were other interns besides her, she was sure she wouldn't win the Intern of the Year award, if such a thing existed.

“I tried to get my accreditation to work, but, as you can see” she began to explain, pointing at the card, “it doesn't want to let me into the paddock.”

“Do you mind giving it to me?”

The girl offered it to him without hesitation, feeling much more relaxed in the company of that driver, in case he was. He proceeded to clean it a bit with his shirt a couple of times and immediately passed it again through the scanner.

Her name, along with a photo of her with her newly dyed blonde hair, appeared on the screen.

“So... Diana Wagner, huh?,” the guy inquired, wanting to know more about her. “What brings you here?”

“As they told me a few months ago, I am Toro Rosso's new intern. Supposedly, I'll be subordinate to a track engineer or something like that, I'm not really sure what I'll end up doing.”

The girl answered him honestly, and to her surprise, the stranger seemed to understand something that had been on her mind for a long time, as if he already knew who she was.

“Vettel is going to be damn lucky to have you,” he said shamelessly, “and I would be delighted to have a girl like you by my side too.”

Diana felt her cheeks flush, and although deep down that comment had bothered her, she couldn't help but feel flattered in part.

“And are you supposed to be...?”

“Nico Rosberg,” he took the girl's hand and gave it a short kiss, “F1 driver for Williams. It's an honor to meet you, and let me tell you that, if you get bored with the other blond German, you have privileged access to my box whenever you want.”

Putting on his backpack and giving the girl a slight bow, he left without giving any explanation.

Diana was left bewildered by what she had just experienced. However, even more impressed was Sebastian, who began to feel sorry because he knew that, no matter how much that blonde-haired girl tried to give her best, they would only minimize her achievements.

[...]

After a couple of laps around the circuit, and some explanation of how Formula 1 Grand Prix weekends worked, Diana Wagner was already sitting at a long table with Franz Tost, Toro Rosso's team principal.

The man, despite showing a quite serious demeanor, maintaining composure at all times, had inspired enough confidence in the intern for her to open up a bit to him, especially talking about how her career was going; they also discussed how the blonde would balance her studies with her new job. All this while her supposed boss and the driver she would be subordinate to appeared.

A few knocks on the door startled her. Tost, as if he already knew about the imminent arrival, got up from his seat and headed to the door. As soon as he opened it, it revealed a man in his thirties accompanied by a boy who was already wearing the team's uniform.

Although he looked like Rosberg, at the same time, she could tell he was completely different: his face was longer, and his height seemed to be a few centimeters shorter. He had a big smile on his face, and as soon as he entered the room, he started making jokes that even made the girl laugh.

She barely knew that boy, and he already inspired trust in her.

“Alright, Diana,” announced Franz, causing her to stand up quickly: “this is Alex, who will be, let's say, your master in terms of track engineering,” he introduced the man, shaking his hand, “and this is Sebastian Vettel, one of the young promises we are lucky to have in our team.”

The blonde cheerfully extended his hand to the girl, who accepted it gladly.

“Please, Franz, don't say that,” joked Vettel, “I'm just a kid with incredible potential waiting to get a world title or something similar.”

The intern laughed, immediately regretting it. Her shyness was showing, and Sebastian noticed it, so that's why he decided to gently stroke her hand, slowly enough so that no one else, besides them, would know about that small gesture.

“See?,” said the German, now addressing his engineer, “I told you she was going to like me.”

2023

“That season was a mess,” said Sebastian, looking at the camera while fixing his hair. “The first four races ended in a DNF, and my motivation went down completely” explained the former driver. “The car was crap, but not finishing four damn races? Shit, I didn't want to say bad words…”

“What Seb means,” his wife stated, interrupting him, “is that he had much higher expectations in March 2008, and little by little, he started being conscious of reality. I went through the same thing: even though I thought I was going to do little, I ended up doing even less.”

The documentary directors recalled that information.

“The camera is yours, Mrs. Vettel,” one of the cameramen spoke over, receiving a thumbs up from the redhead.

“There's not much to say, really, except that I remember thinking about leaving because all I did was sit in front of the screens and watch the race just like I did from the TV in my house,” she expressed a bit angry, remembering everything all too well. “And of course, the comments and looks couldn't be missing. I felt like a Playboy model sometimes, I swear. They even mistook me for a grid girl one day entering the pit lane!”

“God, yes,” Seb agreed, joining his wife's monologue. “I don't know if you guys remember,” he pointed at Jenson and Mark, “but there were times when, I swear, it felt like it was more of a Jersey Shore-type show or something like that than a race weekend.”

Diana agreed with the German.

“I think, if I remember correctly, I received a total of forty-eight requests to go out for a drink from Friday to Sunday,” she tried to remember. “Well, a drink and a sex session after that, let's be honest.”

“And I'm glad to say that I wasn't part of that group of assholes,” he covered his mouth directly, receiving a reprimanding look from Webber. “But I had a reason not to.”

“Yes,” the redhead agreed, “although it's not the time to talk about that. Remember sunshine: let's go step by step.”

“It's not to stay on Sebastian’s side,” interrupted Button the couple's dialogue, “but since the moment he first met you, he had incredible respect for you, and I would even dare say admiration.” Vettel snorted, remembering some of the many rumors the girl he fought so much for had to face. He remembered more than once hearing her going to vent in Toro Rosso's bathroom, and even on more than one occasion, he heard her secretly talking to her father, asking him to please fake some illness or something to get out of that.

Ironically, it came true.

“I've been Diana Vettel's number 1 fan since the day I met her,” confessed Seb. “Since March 13, 2008, to be more precise.”

Everyone was impressed by Sebastian's memory, including Diana.

“In addition to the announcement made during the German Grand Prix week, where it was finally revealed that you would join Red Bull the following year thanks to Coulthard's retirement, becoming my teammate,” Mark continued, laughing, “there was another event that marked you in 2008, shortly after.”

“It seemed like everything was going downhill for this lady here,” Sebastian pointed at Diana, “and for me, and that our effort was in vain.”

“But Monza changed everything because Sebastian and I discovered that, together, we could do great things,” continued the woman, trying not to kiss her husband, who had a huge smile on his face, in front of everyone.

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[starkwlkr]

let the light in (sv5)

cause i love to love, to love, to love, you i hate to hate, to hate, to hate you — lana del rey

i wait for you masterlist

ABU DHABI

The following morning, Sebastian had woken up to Sofia on his bed while he was on the sofa in the most uncomfortable position ever. He was pretty sure his body would ache for the rest of the day. Sofia was perfectly fine, apart from a small headache from last night’s previous events. She sat in Sebastian’s bed watching reruns of the Golden Girls.

“Morning, champ. I thought you weren’t going to wake up until the afternoon.” Sofia chuckled.

“You thought wrong. I’m actually going to be productive . . as soon as my bones stop aching.”

“Let’s go get breakfast, my treat.” Sofia said as she stood up, letting the sheets fall to the ground. She had slept in one of his shirts and her favorite pair of silk pajama shorts, something Sebastian liked. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” She said to him before leaving his room.

On her way out, she had bumped into into Mark and Fernando, who were also on their way to get breakfast. “Hey.” The woman greeted them casually as she walked back to her room.

“Hi?” Mark gave a tiny wave then looked at the room she had just come out of.

“Are they . . . you know?” Fernando questioned Mark.

The Aussie shrugged. “I don’t know. . .” They stayed silent for a few seconds then heard the hotel room door open once again. Sebastian, with his hair all messy, walked outside. “Hey mate, what’s going on?” Hoping they would get an answer out of him.

“Not much.”

Fernando wasn’t taking that for an answer. “Are you and Sofia seeing each other?”

“Oh god.” Mark mumbled clearly embarrassed.

“Me and Sofia? Why? Who’s asking?” Sebastian was fully awake now.

“Me.” Fernando replied. “I did hear one guy from MotoGP was thinking of asking her out. I can’t remember his name though.”

Suddenly Sebastian felt like his world came crashing down. Someone else had a crush on Sofia? No, that couldn’t be true.

“MotoGP? So . . . We should find out who because those MotoGP guys are not good enough for Sofia.” Sebastian confidently said. “They’ll break her heart and probably leave her crying.”

“Oh! I remember his name!” Fernando said. “Casey Stoner!”

“Another Aussie?” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully.

“Funny.” Replied Mark, followed by a deep sigh. “Just don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you, you’re going to do it anyway, but just remember that I warned you.”

“You’re such a dad or maybe like an older brother. Are you an older brother? You give me dad vibes though.” Fernando told Mark as the pair walked away to the elevator.

Sebastian brushed it off and thought about his choices. He could either tell Sofia about his true feelings and possibly get rejected or say nothing and watch the love of his life be with someone else. . . Why did life have to be so confusing?

“Shit.” He mumbled to himself. “Fuck!” He said rather loudly which caused Mark and Fernando to give him some confused looks.

“What’s wrong with him? He’s the world champion, he’s got nothing to worry about.” Fernando said as the elevator doors opened.

‘If only you knew’ Mark thought to himself.

—

Sofia was talking to Jenson when Sebastian spotted her in the lobby. She had some denim shorts and a simple white shirt that fit a little big on her. She said goodbye to Jenson since he was leaving for his flight. It was all fine until she turned around to face Sebastian. On her shirt was a Casey Stoner graphic. Sebastian could feel his world come crashing down. Yeah it was just a shirt, but it felt like a thousand knives stabbing his heart. Dramatic? Yeah, but this was Sebastian we’re talking about.

“Nice shirt.” He looked at her outfit.

“Thanks! I got it a few months ago, well I didn’t buy it. Casey gave it to me when some friends and I went to a MotoGP race. We should go to a race together, come on, it’ll be fun.” Sofia encouraged.

“Casey? You two are on first name basis now?” He wondered.

“Well that’s his name?”

“Yeah, but . . . Never mind.”

All Sofia said was a simple “okay?”

Instead of being the usual talkative person, Sebastian stayed rather quiet during their entire breakfast. He would occasionally make a little conversation, but he didn’t make an effort, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sofia.

“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” She had enough of the quietness that Sebastian was giving. “You’re acting weird and honestly, Seb, you’re upsetting me in front of my waffles.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He replied.

“Now you’re being an asshole. What’s wrong? Are we not friends?”

Friends. That hurt.

“Yes, but nothing is wrong.”

It was clear that he had made the wrong choice, one that he would regret for so many years.

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[lumi-nescentt]

Rumour Has It

Part 3 - You're Losing Me

Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, swearing, mention of cheating, mention of accident and more toxic behaviour from Mark

Words: 6.9k

Summary: Friendship be damned, Jenson is done hiding his feelings for you when he knows he could make you happier. The choice you had made in 2009 suddenly seems to present itself again. It's your time to decide if you stick with it or let yourself be whisked away by the kind Brit who looks at you with nothing but adoration.

A/N: it breaks my heart a little to make Mark the bad guy but it had to be someone. Still love him outside of this silly story tho :) This was supposed to be the last part but someone asked for a part 4 so I wrote it hehe

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

Jenson had been gone for most of the day just like usual, or at least what started to feel usual to you. He had told you he’d most likely be back for dinner but said that you didn’t have to wait for him. 

Since your conversation about your relationship with Mark, you had tried to keep yourself busy and that meant you spent a lot of time cooking. The opportunity to eat with Jenson just gave you the perfect excuse to spend even more time in the kitchen. You were so focused on getting the potato dish right that you almost missed your phone ringing. Seeing Jenson’s name on the screen, you picked up instantly.

-“ Hello love, am I bothering you ?” he asked, praying he wasn’t

You looked at the dish in the oven for a second before answering.

-“ Not at all, is everything alright ?”

-“ Nothing to worry about but the car kind of got into an accident and it’s pretty much done for so I was wondering if you could come pick me up ?” Jenson admitted with a sigh

-“ What do you mean, accident ? Are you alright ?”

-“ It was nothing bad, I just had to avoid a deer that crossed the road in front of me and the side of the road was slippery so I slid and hit a tree.”

-“ You hit a tree ?!” you almost screamed, feeling your heart race in fear

-“ I’m fine, love. You can come see for yourself if you want to pick me up or I can call for a cab if you don’t feel good to drive and I’ll see you in 30 minutes.”

-“ Just give me a second to get ready and I’ll be there, no need to call anyone else.” you blurted quickly, wanting to see him with your own eyes

-“ I’ll send you the address, okay ? Drive safely, I won’t die before you get there, I promise.” Jenson tried to joke

-“ Maybe wait a little bit before joking about it, please ?” 

-“ Sorry.”

-“ It’s okay, I’ll see you soon.” 

Right after hanging up, you grabbed your keys in a hurry and climbed into your car, driving a little faster than you normally would have. 

The drive to the address Jenson had sent you seemed to stretch on forever and when you finally pulled in front of the garage he had been waiting at, a sigh of relief left your mouth. You tried to look around for the Brit but all your eyes found was Jenson’s car or what was left of it. 

The once pristine rental car was gone and instead all you saw was a wreck. The bonnet was bent at a strange angle and one of the wheels was turned into the car. The windshield was completely cracked just like the passenger’s window which was partly shattered. 

Before you could even realise what you were doing, your car was parked and you were walking towards the remains of his car almost in a trance. You tried hard to stay calm but all you could feel was fear and tears escaped your eyes before you could stop them. Your hand came to rest on your lips, a weak try to swallow back the sobs that were making your body shake slightly. 

You were so affected by the image of the car and imagining what the crash must have been like that you didn’t even hear the sound of footsteps on the gravel before you felt a hand on your waist, making you turn away from the car.

-“ Hey love, it’s okay. I’m okay, I promise.” Jenson shushed you, wrapping his arms around you as you buried your head against his chest “ Come on let it all out, I’m here.” 

Jenson let you calm down a little before he dared to move again, caressing your hair with one of his hands until your breathing was back to normal.

-“ Can you look at me, please ?” he asked softly

-“ I’m scared.” 

-“ Why ?” 

-“ I don’t want to see you hurt.” you sniffled against his chest, gripping the back of his shirt

-“ I can assure you, what you’re imagining is way worse than what it actually is.”

-“ You promise ?” 

-“ Yes, now come on, let me see your pretty eyes, love.” he smiled as he felt you slowly step away from his embrace and raise your head “ There you go, atta girl.” 

Once you were fully looking at him, Jenson stayed silent as you inspected his face. He didn’t flinch when your hands delicately cupped his cheeks to turn his head to give you a better view of his whole face. 

You scanned every inch of his skin, your breath hitching when you came across the two cuts on his face. The smaller one was on the upper corner of his lip and didn’t look deep. It was more like a scratch than a cut. What worried you was the cut on top of his left eyebrow that looked worse. It was a bit swollen and it worried you. 

Jenson could sense you start to panic so he tried to distract you by speaking again.

-“ See ? I’m perfectly okay. I’m still as handsome as ever.” 

-“ That’s not perfectly okay, Jenson. You’re hurt. Did anyone check that ?” you questioned, pointing at the cuts

-“ I borrowed some antiseptic from the mechanic here so it’s all good.” 

-“ No it’s not.” you shook your head, taking his hand in yours before dragging him towards your car “ Come on, we’re leaving.”

-“ I’m fine, y/n.” 

-“ You were in a car accident, I don’t care if you say you’re fine. I’m taking you to get checked by a professional. I’m not asking Jenson. You can get mad or yell all you want, we’re not going back home until I know nothing’s wrong for sure.” you affirmed strongly

-“ I’m not mad at you, I just don’t want you to worry about me too much. If going to the ER reassures you, so be it.” 

-“ Really ?” 

-“ Of course. I can see that it really bothers you and if seeing a doctor is what it takes for you to feel better then I don’t see why I’d object.”

-“ Thank you, it would definitely make me feel better.” 

-“ Ok then let’s go.” he said as you started driving towards the nearest hospital

-“ Jenson ?” 

-“ Yes, love ?” 

-“ I’m glad you’re okay.”

-“ Me too.” Jenson smiled, patting your knee softly. Before he could fully pull his hand away, you linked your fingers with his over the centre console. 

Jenson didn’t say a thing, afraid to break the moment, but he couldn’t stop the smile creeping on his face or the jolts of electricity that erupted on his skin from where you were touching him. 

After an hour and a half at the ER, Jenson was finally good to go. His cuts had been cleaned and the doctor had told you exactly what was needed for them to heal correctly. Jenson had had to contain his laugh when he saw you type everything the doctor said on your phone, your brows furrowing in concentration. He found it adorable. 

You had been so focused on making sure you didn’t forget anything that you hadn’t even heard when the doctor had told Jenson he was lucky to have such a caring girlfriend. He didn’t correct him, enjoying for a second the idea of the two of you together. 

It was easy to pretend Mark wasn’t in the picture when you were sitting in the car together, Jenson making jokes constantly to try and make you laugh or smile. When he finally made you laugh for the first time since the accident he couldn’t help the wave of feelings that just took over him. 

He was still as into you as he was in 2009. He would even say that his crush had turned into something more. He had feelings for you and somehow that just made his brain short circuit and he had to open his mouth.

-“ God, you’re beautiful.” he muttered out of nowhere

-“ What ?” you asked, unsure if you had heard correctly

-“ Sorry, I didn’t really mean to say that out loud.” 

-“ Oh… Okay.” 

-“ But I do think you’re beautiful. Actually, you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

-“ Wow, that’s–” you took a sharp breath “ really flattering, thank you.” 

-“ I would’ve told you sooner but I wasn’t sure if it was going to make you uncomfortable or not.” 

-“ It doesn’t, at least not now I think.” 

-“ Can I ask you a question ?” Jenson asked, his eyes fixated on the road in front of him

-“ Sure.” 

-“ Why did you end up picking him that night ?”

-“ What night ?”

-“ When I won. When we kissed.” 

-“ I didn’t think you remembered that.” 

-“ y/n, I had been wanting to kiss you for months. There was no chance I’d forget, no matter how drunk I was. It really meant something to me.”

-“ I suppose I was a bit insecure so I didn’t see why you’d like me and when people told me you probably didn’t mean for it to happen, it was easier to believe than you truly liking me.” 

-“ Who told you that ?” 

-“ I don’t remember…” you tried, unsure

-“ y/n, please.”

- “ Seb told me you had tried to kiss him once and Mark told me you’d probably forget since it didn’t mean anything to you.”

-“ Fucking prick ! I mean I did try to kiss Seb but only as a joke. What Mark said is complete bullshit though. I can’t believe he said that.” 

-“ I’m sorry.”

-“ Why are you apologising, love ?” 

-“ If I hadn’t been so insecure I would have saved us both a lot of trouble. You wouldn’t have been hurt by my rejection and I wouldn’t have gotten cheated on.”

-“ Don’t worry about my heart, it’s still there and that’s all that matters, alright ?” you hummed softly before he continued “ There’s nothing you could have done about what he did because no part of it is your fault. Nothing you could have done or not done can justify him cheating. You hear me ?”

-“ If you say so.” you muttered, relieved that you were finally at your house

-“ I need you to believe it.” when you didn’t react, Jenson spoke again “ Look at me, y/n.” 

-“ What ?” you whispered as you turned to face him

-“ Mark is a bloody idiot for not realising that he had the most perfect girlfriend anyone could ask for. It’s on him for doing something stupid, not on you.” 

-“ I think you think too highly of me.” 

-“ And I think you think too lowly of yourself, love.”

-“ I don’t know what I’m doing with him, Jenson.” 

-“ Give yourself some time, it’ll become clearer. Feelings don’t disappear like that, even if he hurt you.” 

-“ I hope so because I’m tired of feeling like this.”

-“ I know love, I know.”

When you finally got inside the house, you suddenly remembered the dish you had left in the oven and Jenson watched with a smile as you ran towards the kitchen and got carbonised  food out of the oven. You complained a little but soon enough, Jenson’s laugh made you crack up and all the tension accumulated during the day left your body. 

After eating takeout, you tried to convince Jenson to let you drive him for his last 2 days in England. It took a lot of talking and a few puppy eyed looks but Jenson finally caved in. With your new purpose in mind, you went to bed with a smile on your face for what felt like the first time in months.

Since you were going to drive anyway, you decided that treating yourself to a little shopping and a good restaurant would be the perfect way to spend your day while Jenson spent time with his family. With that in mind, you dressed up a little, wanting to feel good. 

Plus, Jenson had dressed up too, wearing a crisp white shirt with grey dress pants so you somehow felt like you needed to make some sort of effort.

When Jenson saw you ready to go, he didn’t keep himself from checking you out and complimenting you. He really thought you always looked good but there was something about the past few days that made you slightly glow. He thought maybe it was from being in your own element, truly at ease in your own home which was something he never got to see. 

Or maybe it was the effect of a certain British driver that had reminded you what it felt like to be wanted and to feel valued.

The drive to the reception hall where the family event took place went smoothly. The conversation between you and Jenson flew easily and it almost made you regret not spending that much time with him while you had him close. 

It seemed like your thoughts were heard by something bigger than yourself because as soon as your car pulled into the driveway, Jenson’s mother was getting out of the hall to greet her son. 

When she saw that he wasn’t alone, she insisted on you staying over with Jenson. She claimed that since you had taken the time to drive all the way there, the least she could offer to thank you was to invite you inside. 

You tried to tell the older woman that she didn’t need to do that, that you had plans and that it hadn’t  been a bother to drop off her son but she wasn’t hearing a peep. You tried to turn towards Jenson for support but you were only met with a side smile and a whispered please. You knew there was nothing else to do other than accepting so you parked the car under the watchful eyes of Jenson’s mother. 

Seeing that you were a little stressed, Jenson promised not to leave your side unless you were comfortable enough which did make you relax a tad. Ever the gentleman, Jenson held his arm out for you to take before following his mother inside. 

As soon as the two of you entered, everyone's attention snapped to you and for a second the room fell quiet before erupting in chaos again. For the next 20 minutes you were introduced to family members after family members. You couldn’t believe how many people could fit in the whole room. 

You foolishly thought you were done when Jenson guided you towards his table so the two of you could sit but the table he was guiding you towards was filled with people. You knew some of them only by name, having seen them in the paddock a few times. 

The Brit held your chair out for you under the watchful eyes of his sisters before taking the seat next to you with a reassuring smile. As soon as the two of you were settled one of his sisters, Tanya if you remembered correctly, turned towards the two of you with a smile that looked exactly like Jenson’s. 

-“ So, how long have you been dating my brother ?” 

-“ Tanya, please.” Jenson pleaded before someone else intervened

-“ Sorry about her, she’s such a gossip she tends to forget manners. I’m Samantha, it’s nice to meet you.” 

-“ Nice to meet you too, Samantha.” you smiled, relieved to escape the previous question

-“ Sam, you’ve already met her. All of you have. This is y/n, we sort of work together.” Jenson explained with a tight smile

-“ Oh but that’s just great, a little workplace romance.” Tanya spoke again, clapping her hands in delight

-“ Tanya, stop. She’s taken. She’s with Mark.” Jenson glared at her, urging her to drop the matter as the name of the Australian burnt on his tongue

However, it seemed like his sister had something entirely different in mind and there was nothing he could do about it. 

-“ Oh, she’s that y/n. The one you’ve been pining over for what, like 5 years now ?” Tanya added as you felt Jenson slump in his chair

-“ So you’ve been pining over me, huh ? Who knew ?” you teased the Brit, poking him with your elbow as the table erupted in laughter

Taking advantage of the fact that the whole table was distracted, Jenson used the moment to turn his head towards you and brush his lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered.

-“ You think you’re being so sly and so funny with your little comment but I can see you blushing, you know ?” 

Before you could think of something to answer, Jenson had moved away and acted like nothing happened. He only snuck a few glances your way, smiling proudly as he saw the slight blush on your face he knew he was the reason for. 

Once the nosy questions were shut off and all the introductions made, the attention slowly slipped away from the two of you and you were able to sit back and enjoy the flow of the conversation, adding a few comments here and there. 

It seemed like not having everyone’s attention gave Jenson a boost of confidence because right as the starter was brought, you felt Jenson’s chair slide closer to yours. You gave the Brit a questioning look but all you got in return was a flash of his boyish smile. 

Knowing you wouldn’t get another answer out of him, you slipped back into the conversation and soon enough another one of Jenson’s sisters, Natasha, was asking you about your job. The two of you fell into a passionate conversation about what motorsports journalism was and how being a woman in this industry was like for you. 

You had thought that only Natasha would be listening to you but after hearing how passionate you sounded, half of the table was now listening to you. You truly seemed in your element there and it made Jenson’s heart clench a little, his head filling with what could have been and what ifs. 

When the main course came, Jenson’s mother poured you a glass of wine. You were about to refuse, saying you had to drive, but Jenson just motioned towards his glass full of water, telling you that he could drive back to your place himself. Smiling to him, you accepted the wine.

It seemed like the more you drank, the more you started to lean towards Jenson. You weren’t drunk, not even near it but wine made you feel more at ease and it seemed like you just wanted to fall into the Brit’s embrace as time flew. 

By the time dessert was brought out, Jenson’s arm was resting on the back of your chair, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder from time to time. 

The first time, Jenson hadn’t meant for it to happen but when you didn’t seem to flinch or push his hand away, Jenson found himself wanting to do it again. The more he did it, the more intentional the touches started to feel. After the fifth time, your hand moved towards your shoulder so it could rest on top of his. 

Jenson tried not to be startled by the touch but everyone, except you who couldn’t see his face, saw how surprised he was by the sudden contact. After his initial surprise washed away, Jenson’s face lit up and he couldn’t stop the bright smile that plastered his face or the way he sat a little taller on his chair, a little prouder. 

Like he had promised before entering the lion’s den, Jenson hadn’t left your side at all since you came in but after a meal that almost lasted two hours, Jenson finally had to use the bathroom. That obviously meant leaving you alone for a few minutes but he was sure you’d manage so with a quick squeeze of his hand on your shoulder, he dragged himself away from you. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, you could feel Tanya turning her attention back on you with a devilish smile.

-“ For someone who’s dating Mark, you sure look quite comfortable with my brother…”

-“ What can I say ? Your brother is a charming man.” you answered with a tensed smile, not wanting to talk about your relationship with Mark

-“ Isn’t Mark jealous of you two ?” 

-“ Excuse me ?” you asked, feeling your voice go a little higher

-“ I mean surely he wouldn’t be okay with seeing his girlfriend getting all cosy with someone else, especially one of his friends.” Tanya insisted as the whole table fell silent

-“ Tanya, that’s enough. This is none of your business and you’re just being rude now.” Jenson’s mother intervened, offering you a sorry smile as her daughter scoffed and escaped to the bathroom

When Jenson came back, he could sense that something had happened so he asked if you wanted to go dance with him. Glad to have an excuse to flee the half sorry, half judgmental stares you were getting, you agreed and followed him towards the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you swayed to the music.

You danced in silence for a few minutes before Jenson finally dared to ask what happened. Not wanting to cause any family drama, you refused to tell him at first but after he insisted, you finally explained what his sister had said.

-“ I’m sorry, love. If I had known she’d ambush you like that, I wouldn’t have left.”

-“ It’s okay, you needed to go to the bathroom and I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Plus your mom actually shut her down just before you came back.” you reassured him

-“ I’m not surprised, my mom really likes you.” 

-“ I don’t know what I did to deserve it because we barely know each other but that’s really nice.” you smiled, feeling your cheeks grow pink

-“ With how often I talk about you, I’m sure she feels like she knows you quite well.”

-“ You talk to your mom about me ?”

-“ I think we’ve established that I talk about you almost just as much as I think about you, which is pretty much all the time.” he smiled honestly

-“ Are you trying to flirt with me Jenson ?” you smiled back, holding in a small laugh

-“ Maybe, is it working ?” 

-“ Keep trying, pretty boy.” you grinned as Jenson blushed from the nickname

-“ I’ll definitely do that if it means you smile at me like that and call me pretty boy again.” he whispered as your favourite song started playing

-“ Now shut up and let’s just dance, alright ?” 

-“ Yes ma’am !” Jenson laughed with his full chest at your bossiness 

It seemed like the sound got you drunk on something stronger than alcohol because as soon as the Brit stopped laughing, you locked your eyes with his and pressed your lips against his cheek, right above the corner of his mouth. Jenson stood still for a second, entirely forgetting where he was, before his face split into a warm smile and his grip around your waist tightened, pulling you closer. 

Before you knew it, it was already time to go back home. Saying goodbye to everyone individually took forever but you found out you didn’t really mind it when Jenson’s arm was securely wrapped around your waist, keeping you against him. 

The last people you said goodbye to were actually Jenson’s mom and sisters which made you tense a little. Jenson could feel you starting to slip away from his hold but he just pressed a kiss to your temple, assuring you that everything would be alright.

His mom embraced the two of you in a warm hug and kissed your cheek, making you promise to come see her again. Natasha and Samantha hugged you too, offering you sincere smiles and saying it had been a pleasure to get to know you better. Tanya just said goodbye to you at loud with a knowing look on her face as she stared at Jenson’s arm.

Contrary to how you had expected yourself to react, her stare only made you get closer to Jenson, even daring to wrap your own arm around his waist. Sensing what you were doing made Jenson look at his older sister with a smug grin before finally directing you towards the exit.

The drive back was pretty quiet, the only sound in the car being the music playing on the radio. There was something electric in the air, a tension both of you could feel. It made you feel more confident, more bold and apparently Jenson too. About halfway through the trip, you looked down as you felt Jenson’s hand rest on your thigh while his focus was still on the road in front.

His hand stayed there for the rest of the ride, his thumb occasionally stroking your leg softly. Even when he pulled into the driveway and turned down the engine, neither of you dared to move for a minute. Jenson was the first to do so, turning so he could face you. Feeling the intensity of his stare, you turned back to face him and knew exactly what was going to happen.

His body inched closer to yours over the centre console, stopping centimetres away from your face. His eyes were looking straight into yours and you were almost afraid to breathe. You dared to come a little closer, stopping millimetres away from his lips as you felt his breath fan on your lips. His hand came to cup your cheek as you both closed your eyes. 

No one moved or made a sound before you finally spoke.

-“ I– I can’t Jenson. I’m so sorry.” you whispered, resting your forehead against his

-“ It’s okay, love. There’s no need to apologise. I shouldn’t have initiated it.” 

-“ It’s not okay though. He’s been a shit boyfriend for more than a year now and I still can’t do this to him. Even though I know I deserve this.” 

-“ Feelings don’t just magically disappear y/n but they will go away at some point.” Jenson answered with a hint of sadness in his voice as he pulled away from you

-“ But that’s the thing, I don’t think I have feelings for him anymore. Or at least what I feel for him is not love anymore, it’s so far from it.” 

-“ Then what’s stopping you ?” the Brit whispered, hating how hopeful and desperate he sounded in that moment

-“ We’re technically still dating. I don’t want to stoop to his level or else how could I dare to be angry and resent him for what he’s done. No matter how much he hurt me, I don’t want to do the same thing to him.” 

-“ God, you’re an amazing person, you know that ? There’s so many people who wouldn’t have hesitated to get back at him.” 

-“ I think amazing is pushing it but thank you.” 

-“ y/n ?” 

-“ Yes ?” 

-“ If you end up leaving him and once you’re ready, would you be interested in going on a date with me ?” 

-“ Ask me again when I’m single and you’ll get an answer, pretty boy.” you smiled, kissing his cheek before finally getting out of the car. 

The last day you spent together was full of stolen glances and quick touches that held a new meaning now. You didn’t know when you’d get the courage to break up with Mark but you knew that once you’d get out of this, something better could be waiting for you and that was enough to keep you holding on for now. 

The goodbyes at the airport had been harder than you expected. Despite seeing him in around a week, you both knew you wouldn’t be able to reach this level of intimacy and privacy anytime soon and that was something you couldn’t ignore. 

On top of that, you couldn’t really hug him properly or kiss him on the cheek if you didn’t want to risk being recognised so you had to settle for a quick side hug and a wave before you eventually had to go back to your now empty home. 

The days you spent on your own before Mark came back flew by and before you could properly think of what you were going to do about your relationship, the Australian was back. 

From the moment the door to your house slammed, you knew something was wrong. Mark’s steps were heavy and you could sense the anger emanating from his body despite being in another room. 

You knew that whatever it was that made him feel this way, Mark would find a reason to lash out on you again and that would lead to another heavy argument. You were tired of it even before it actually started so instead of waiting in your room until you inevitably had to face him like you usually did, you decided to get it over with immediately.

You slowly made your way to the living room where Mark was slumped on the couch, a hand over his eyes. 

-“ Hey, did you have a nice trip ?” you asked, wanting to test the waters before actually diving into the heavy subjects

-“ Yes.” he dryly answered without looking your way

-“ Do you want to eat something particular tonight ? I have to pop to the shops anyway.” 

-“ I can make my own food, y/n.”

-“ I know you can, I was just trying to be nice but I see how it is.” you sighed, turning away from him

-“ Don’t play nice when I’m here if the second I leave you’re going to stab me in the back.” Mark snarled, finally removing his hand from his face to glare at you

-“ What are you talking about ?” 

-“ You know damn well what I’m talking about so stop acting all innocent. At least have the balls to own up to your shit.” 

-“ I’m not in the mood to play guessing games, Mark, so either spit it out or let it go because I’m not dealing with you if you’re behaving like this.” 

-“ Dealing with me ? You’re the one who came to talk to me, not the other way around.” 

-“ Yes because I could feel your foul mood from upstairs the second you came home.” you snapped back

-“ And whose fault is that, huh ?” 

-“ We haven’t seen each other in weeks Mark, I don’t see how I could have had an effect on your mood from that far away.” 

-“ I don’t know, maybe because you’ve gotten quite cosy with Jenson and lied to me about it for months when I asked you if you were into him.” he spat, his face distorting with anger

-“ I haven’t lied to you for months, don’t make me into something I’m not.” 

-“ What are you not ? A liar, a cheater, a whore or all of those ?” he growled, his face dropping in shock at his own words

-“ What did you just call me ?” you whispered, feeling tears pricking your eyes out of anger and hurt

-“ You heard me sweetheart, don’t make me repeat it. It won’t end well for either of us if I do.”

His words hit you like a cold shower and you suddenly felt a laugh of disbelief bubbling in your chest before you let it out. 

-“ That is so rich coming from you, Mark. God, I’m so stupid.” 

-“ You think this is funny ?” the Australian asked, getting even angrier

-“ I think it’s hilarious how you’re acting like I’m the devil incarnate and you’re the victim in this.” 

-“ Because I’m not the one who’s in the wrong here.” 

-“ Are you sure of that ?” you let the question hang in the air as Mark stayed silent “ Correct me if I’m wrong but I seem to remember quite clearly a beautiful day in Australia where you shoved your tongue into someone else's mouth.” 

-“ I–”

-“ Who’s the cheater, now ?” 

-“ Don’t twist this around, we’re not talking about me here. We’re talking about you and Jenson.”

-“ Oh you don’t want to talk about it ? But you seemed so eager to talk about me…” you teased him as you pouted “ You know what’s funny, Mark ? Leanne tried to confront you about it when we found out and I convinced her not to because I naively thought I could still save us but I don’t think I want to anymore. I deserve so much better than this.”

-“ Leanne knows ?” he asked, the colours draining from his face

-“ She was the one who had the idea to follow you so we could know where you’d been going all these times.” 

-“ You’re lying.” 

-“ You want to call her and ask her yourself ?” you dared him

-“ It’s not the same anyway. Jenson is my friend. The both of you stabbed me in the back because you two can’t keep it in your pants.” 

-“ You’re unbelievable, I just told you I knew that you cheated on me and instead of at least apologising, you still blame me for something that never even happened.” 

-“ You kissed his cheek, y/n. I saw a picture of it. The two of you were at some sort of wedding and you seemed pretty cosy with each other.” 

-“ I don’t see why I’d have to explain to you but for your information, the kiss on the cheek is all it was. Nothing else. So before you come into my home and insult me, maybe you should put your own house in order.” 

Mark just scoffed, not finding anything smart to retorque. 

-“ You know what ? I think we’re done here. I’m tired of this whole thing, I’m tired of arguing with you and you’ve got no right belittling me like that when you’ve been nothing but awful to me for the past months.” 

-“ So that’s it then ? You’re leaving, just like that ?” 

-“ Yes, Mark. I’m leaving someone who had the nerve to cheat on me and then accuse me of cheating. I’m leaving someone who doesn’t trust me in the slightest or has any feelings for me other than resentment.” you sighed, leaving the room to go pack your suitcase that was almost done for work anyway

It didn’t take you more than 30 minutes to pack anything that you could need in the time you’d be away. When you went down with your suitcase and a backpack, ready to leave the house you had shared for years, Mark stood up from where he had been sitting on the couch and he looked at you with puffy eyes. 

-“ Can we talk ?” 

-“ I think we’ve talked enough, Mark.” you stated, matter of factly

-“ Don’t go. I’m begging you, y/n, don’t leave me.”  he pleaded, his voice breaking up

-“ Don’t make this harder than it already is. I’ll come pick up the rest of my things once I come back from Abu Dhabi.” 

-“ What am I going to do here without you ? This is our house, the house I wanted us to grow old in. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been awful to you.” he muttered

 -“ I have to leave Mark, I can’t keep on living like this. I thought what we had could be saved but it’s too late. We’re not good together anymore.” 

-“ I’m sorry…”

-“ I know.” 

-“ Goodbye, y/n.”

-“ Goodbye, Mark.”

Before your resolution faltered at the sight of the Australian in tears in what had once been your happy place, you closed the door behind you and went to your car without looking back. 

You drove without a real plan, only knowing that you had to leave. After driving around for what felt like hours, you found yourself at the airport with no other idea than going to Abu Dhabi two days earlier than you were meant to. 

You hopped on the first flight you could and 7 hours later, you had landed. It was just past midnight and you had no plan on where you would be sleeping. Even if you had, the reality of what had happened started catching up to you and you couldn’t help the wave of sadness that hit you suddenly. 

You knew there was probably another solution but right now all you wanted was to see a familiar and comforting face so you pulled out your phone and called Jenson. The phone rang a few times and you were about to hang up when the Brit picked up.

-“ y/n ?” he asked, his voice still obviously laced with sleep

-“ I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry Jenson.” you mumbled, sniffling quietly

-“ Are you crying ?” 

-“ I’m okay, just a little shaken up. Don’t worry.”

-“ What did he do ?” 

-“ It doesn’t matter anymore.”

-“ What’s going on ? You’re scaring me a little, love.”

-“ I did it, I left him.” 

-“ Are you okay ?” Jenson asked, trying not to feel too happy about it when you clearly weren’t alright

-“ As okay as someone in a foreign country with no plans can be, I suppose.” you tried to joke

-“ Where are you right now ?” 

-“ At the airport.” 

-“ In Abu Dhabi ?” 

-“ Yes.” 

-“ I’ll be there soon, don’t go anywhere okay ?”

Before you had the chance to answer, Jenson had already hung up. 30 minutes later, the Brit was in front of you, hugging you so tight you were afraid you’d run out of air. Before climbing back into the car, Jenson cupped your face between his hands and inspected your face with attention, making sure you were fine. 

The little smile you gave him seemed to make him relax a little but he still refused to let go of you so you spent the whole drive to his hotel with his hand wrapped tightly around yours. He only let go of you when you entered his hotel room. 

You started to move towards your suitcase to open it but Jenson stopped you, shoving one of his t-shirts in your hands and motioning for you to go change in the bathroom. When you came back out in his clothes, Jenson had made a bed out of the extra covers right next to the bed.

You went to lie down on the makeshift bed but Jenson glared at you with a smile, taking you hand and guiding you towards the bed. You didn’t get the chance to protest before he wrapped the blanket around you and turned the lights off, promising you to talk in the morning if you wanted to. 

The sound of Jenson’s soft snores soon filled the room as you lied wide awake in this foreign bed that smelled just like Jenson. You tried to think about anything else, to focus on Jenson’s breathing but all you could see when you closed your eyes were Mark’s teary eyes as you had left. 

You let the sadness wash over you as you sobbed as quietly as you could in the pillow. As quiet as you were, Jenson woke up and was by your side in seconds, rubbing a hand up and down your back as he sat on the corner of the bed. Before you could stop yourself, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you buried your head in the crook of his neck, holding onto him as you cried. Seeing you this wrecked made Jenson’s heart clench as he protectively wrapped his arms around you, returning the hold as he settled next to you on the bed. 

When your crying finally stopped, you finally fell asleep and Jenson didn’t dare to move, afraid he would wake you up. The next morning, the two of you were still wrapped into each other when you finally told him about your last argument with Mark. 

Jenson didn’t say anything, just nodding from time to time and humming along when you needed confirmation that how you had reacted was totally normal and valid. Once you were done, he didn’t say much other than he was proud of you and that he thought you were really strong.

The weight of his words settled on you and suddenly everything Mark had said seemed to hold less meaning. You were still not entirely over that relationship but you desperately wanted to move on and Jenson was right here, holding you and comforting you after years of having to see you with one of his closest friends. 

The moment just seemed right and you slowly looked up at him, watching his face carefully as your hand came to rest behind his neck, slowly bringing him closer to you. When your faces were only inches apart, you looked at him again, asking for permission silently.

Jenson barely nodded before you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips onto his. The kiss was full of affection, the two of you carefully finding each other again after getting lost for years. 

Jenson seemed afraid that the kiss would break you while you needed the kiss to help you heal, to help you find yourself again. After a few seconds, the Brit seemed to understand how important this was to you and he kissed back with just as much passion, letting himself get lost in the feeling of years of admiring you from afar, years of loving you. 

You were still far from okay and only time could help now but having Jenson next to you was something you were now sure you wanted, almost needed now. The Brit was more than happy to stay close to you until you figured it all out, until you were finally ready to be with him, no matter how long that took. After all, he had already waited 6 years for you, he’d gladly wait some more if he knew you’d be his at the end of the road. 

#mark webber x reader #jenson button x reader #mark webber #jenson button #f1 #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 scenario #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n

[alodiaz]

"Nada valgo sin tu amor”

WIP, this is nowhere near being released, sorry! will possibly be released at the end of may to the end of june! I want this to be LONG.

lance stroll is the newest rookie on the 2006 formula one grid, with his father lawrence stroll buying midland f1 racing and changing the name to racing point. there is controversy surrounding this as lance has replaced the portuguese upstart tiago monteiro which has left the fans in portugal with a bitter taste in their mouths. lance's teammate is the german driver adrian sutil. how will this season pan out for the team formerly known as jordan? with the controversy of his father owning the team he races for, and his teammate not being the greatest of people to him. how will lance cope with the pressure as a fresh 18 year old in the pinnacle of motorsport? hang on, why is reigning champion fernando alonso always with stroll? what is he planning? surely, him and flavio must be trying to do something with the young boy. it's impossible that fernando likes the kid. surely?

few notes! midland is actually aston martin, which i only learned after choosing it to be the team i replaced lmao i have nothing against sutil, i think he's a great driver and surely a lovely person but i need the teammate angst, sorry sutil fans! i will try and add a mentor-mentee dynamic with michael! obv, he retired at the end of the 2006 season BUT i think i can do something with it! i was going to make lewis lance's teammate instead of adrian but i really want to write the lewis/nano feud and the PEACH scene in this fic so i decided against it! jenson & mark shenanigans!! them ribbing fernando for liking the new rookie on the grid!!

also question for you guys!

huge thanks to @k4thl18n for writing their version earlier and inspiring me to do this!

#strollonso #strollonso fic #1418 #fa14 #fernando alonso #lance stroll #sorry for the long post!! #title is in progress it might be that or it might be different

[flyingcakeee]

Part 2 of cunty Williams Racing, a tired and shitty analysis by yours truly, Cake.

Today, we dive into our former Williams drivers.

And who better to start off with than Jenson Button himself? He's technically in the team as a Heritage Driver, and senior advisor regarding both the F1 race and Williams academy drivers, but we'll ignore that for the sake of this tumblr post ☺️

Jenson Button is just a cunty British man and this is not foreign knowledge. He coined the name Britney for Nico Rosberg due to his hyper sexual fixation on Britney Spears (or so I'm told 😀) and, let's be honest, there's not a lot of explanation needed here (I say after a whole paragraph).

Next, of course, Nico Rosberg himself.

My guy beat his teammate, albeit not in Williams, in equal machinery for the world championship and then dipped to be a girl dad. A Girl Dad. And he became a reporter. A F1 reporter. Cunty af in every picture too. Just can't deny this man.

You know who the other Nico to drive for Williams is? Nico Hülkenberg!

Also a girl dad, dyed his already blond hair to be platinum blond, HulKENberg, got one of the last pole positions for Williams after they hadn't had one in 5 years and then was dropped at the end of the year and he came back after a year. Sure, he is allergic to podiums but may I remind you that this man is a 24 Hours of Le Mans winner?

Next, everyone's favorite, George Russell. Should not be a surprise, really.

It's George Russell! What am I supposed to say? His doe eyes and now ungelled hair should be enough of a reason. And he's an absolute diva 🤍.

Now, what's more cunty than getting all the older men around your finger, Lance Stroll?

Lance Stroll has the hips to be the cunty princess he is, let's admit it. His first season he scores his first points in Canada and then gets third place in the race right after? And, as previously mentioned, he has all the middle aged men of the paddock in love with him. Fernando Alonso, Checo Pérez, Sebastian Vettel, the list goes on.

Ignoring team orders and getting a race win? That's some cunt level activities from Mark Webber!

Mark Webber will have a pilots license and manage to get 2 different cars to fly into the air 4 times. Yes 4 as twice was in a RedBull and twice in the Mercedes during the 1999 Le Mans. And then he looks absolutely hypnotized by his teammates and fellow drivers. It's the Australian in him.

A little break here to say, oh my fucking god there's so many drivers I can do. I can have Valtteri Bottas or Pastor Maldonaldo or Felipe Massa or Ralf Schumacher or Nicholas Latifi or like, anyone really. Anyways, let's continue ☺️

The man who sighed a picture of him after his team dropped him, Nyck de Vries.

Points your debut race and then getting pulled out the car like the princess you deserve to be, it's beautiful. And oh yeah, his name is Hendrik Johannes Nicasuis "Nyck" de Vries and I think that's very fitting. I hope he's enjoying Formula E because I'm going to buy into temptations and go to a race just to see my short princess 🤭.

Oh, you think I forgot the Queen herself, Susie Wolff? YOU ARE WRONG!!! 🥳🥳

I love Susie Wolff. Former Williams development driver and definitely could've been a great driver today if she was on the grid. And, she's president of the F1 Academy and defeated the FIA's little investigation probe which is funny because a lot of FIA executives have been quitting now soooo go Susie!!! Everyday I wonder how Toto Wolff got lucky to be her husband, the queen's husband ☺️

And let's end us off today with a picture of Lance's hips and one of the older men staring at it as if it's his property (probably is)

Beautiful.

At the end of the day, Williams fosters cunty drivers and team principal and it is my favorite thing ever. This isn't saying other teams don't possess any cunt energy, but Williams has a lot of it rooted in history and I am also sleep deprived and sick 🥳🥳🥳

#formula 1 #f1 #williams racing #jenson button #nico rosberg #nico hulkenberg #mark webber #lance stroll #george russell #nyck de vries #susie wolff

[eirianerisdar]

hi! i'm really loving icarus, you're a wonderful writer! but i just had a quick question. i love the flock graphics, and they're super helpful! would it be possible for you to maybe list the species of birds for the main 'characters' of the story as well? you don't have to post example photos or anything crazy, but i think just a list like that would be helpful too. sometimes i forget who has what kind of wings, and i think having a list so i can google image the bird would be great.

if that's not something you want to do or don't have time to do or something, no worries!! i really appreciate you taking the time to write icarus in the first place <3

Oof I might as well do a general guide! I never thought a maxiel wingfic would spawn so many specific wing allocations but here's the general list:

Paddock wings in Icarus:

Current grid:

Daniel Ricciardo - Scarlet Macaw (colourful, nimble flyers)

Max Verstappen - Peregrine Falcon (raw speed, inherited from his mother)

Sergio Perez -Crested Caracara (a type of mexican bird of prey)

Lewis Hamilton - Greater Bird of Paradise (beautiful wing plumes, lovely singer)

George Russell - Blue swallow (beautiful metallic-blue feathers, scream like madmen when they fly)

Carlos Sainz - Spanish Imperial Eagle (white epaulets, very regal)

Charles Leclerc - White Dove (need I say more? Perfect white wings, exploited because they're pretty but so intelligent in pathfinding)

Lando Norris - Lucifer Hummingbird (Small, colourful, likes to hover in place)

Oscar Piastri - Little Lorikeet (One of the smaller types of Australian parrot. Very cute)

Yuki Tsunoda - Japanese Long-tailed tit (Photos should be self explanatory. They fly like ballistic missiles)

Alexander Albon - Crested Fireback (National bird of Thailand. Beautiful dark blue and fiery plumage)

Logan - Blue Jay (Commonly found in Florida. Blue, like Logan's current posting, and his eyes)

Pierre Gasly - Osprey (A bird of prey often found near coasts along the European shoreline, and Pierre is from Normandy)

Esteban Ocon - Black Stork (Tall, gangly, also migrates through France)

Fernando Alonso - Kestrel (a type of small bird of prey, hunts by biding their time and waiting then divebombing)

Lance Stroll - Snowy Owl (Lance is cuddly ok and I didn't want to make him a Canadian goose because that's his dad)

Valtteri Bottas - Bullfinch (Look it up. The picture is self-explanatory. The manliest of men)

Zhou Guanyu - Chinese Red-Crowned Crane (A crowned crane for the champion of the universe, as translates his name)

Kevin Magnussen - Raven (Viking. quoth the raven.)

Nico Hulkenberg - Crow (he keeps coming back. As wily as many of their bird counterparts but has a bad rep for being a bad omen)

Retired drivers or drivers not currently on the grid:

Sebastian Vettel - Swiftlet (Extremely good fliers, reaching up to 160km/h and pulls insane G-forces)

Mick Schumacher - European robin (Very cute. Universally liked. Same wings as his father)

Nico Rosberg - Eurasian Sparrowhawk (a bird of prey that hunts by ambushing before a high-speed, agile chase)

Jenson Button - Northern Harrier (hunts in a high-speed flight close to the ground, exceptionally good listeners)

Mark Webber - Cassowary (look up a photo. Just look at it.)

Kimi Raikkonen - Giant Albatross (King of gives no shits, flies very long distances without a care)

David Coulthard - Bush-Stone Curlew (White trousers!)

Romain Grosjean - Red-tailed Hawk (I chose the bird of prey that could best mesh with the phoenix metaphor)

Antonio Giovannazi - White-spotted Starling (Very pretty plumage)

Daniil Kyvat - Great Bustard (I honestly don't remember why. Distributes in Russia)

Nyck De Vries - Common European Sparrow (Small. Commonly found. Unfortunately often hunted)

Nikita Mazepin - Flamingo (Need I say more)

Sir Jackie Stewart - (Clipped) Merlin Wings (Extremely fast Scottish bird of prey. In-fic, Jackie was one of the generation of drivers that clipped their wings, permanently robbing them of flight)

Team Principals and people in the paddock:

Toto Wolff - Black Swan (self-explanatory)

Christian Horner - Golden Eagle (A bit pompous. Matches his hair)

James Vowles - Magpie (Utterly clever, not from any particular prestige)

Fred Vasseur - Partridge (Affable. Cuddly.)

Guenther Steiner - Shoebill (self-explanatory, look up a photo)

Cyril Abiteboul - Eagle Owl (something about his face is very Eagle Owl)

Micheal Italiano - Kookaburra (laughs when they shouldn't)

Zak Brown - Chicken (self-explanatory. Literally and metaphorically)

Andreas (mclaren) - Common Quail (short lifespan)

Mattia Binotto - Pigeon (wants to be as pretty and loved as Charles. Is a public nuisance instead)

Otmar sznafnauer - Peacock (Struts around, can't really fly)

Resident Bastard:

Jos Verstappen - Cuckoo (Cuckoos are brood parasites, and lay their eggs in nests of birds of other species'. The cuckoo parent therefore does nothing while other birds raise their young)

#I've probably missed a couple minor characters so if anyone has any questions feel free to drop a reply and I'll answer #f1 #f1 wingfic #f1 wing au #icarus #my post #writing #fanfic

[tooxmanyxships]

Nonie, can u make a ‘never have I ever’ fic with the old grid, and it ended with the admission of almost everyone’s not so secret crush on Nico? Lewis and Nico also eventually admitted to being in a relationship then 🤭

P.S. Inspired with that compilation of post where Mark, JB, even Seb, admitted to finding Nico beautiful 🤭🥰

Sure can! 😉

They all blamed Daniel (and Valtteri and Kimi) for this.

It was Daniel's idea, of course it was, to get 'the ol' gang' back together.

But what's a 'get back together' night without alcohol?

Absolutely nothing.

So here they were. Back together and getting drunk by a fire pit.

The night was filled with voices and laughter, which could only mean it was a great evening.

But when they saw Daniel and Jenson huddled together at some point, they knew the peace and quiet wouldn't last long.

"Guys!" Jenson piped up, trying to catch everyone's attention. "Daniel and I decided that we're playing never have I ever!"

A collective groan could be heard.

"Guys, come on. It will be fun!" Daniel backed up his partner in crime. And who could resist that smile?

So, they all settled down around the fire pit, ready to play this game of doom.

~**~

The game starts off really mild. Some would even call it boring.

The only exciting part is that they have to take a shot every time they've done the thing that's been asked.

But then it's Valtteri's turn and his shared look with Daniel should be enough to send them all running.

"Never have I ever had a crush on another driver."

Daniel drinks, so do Jenson, Mark and - - - Seb?

"Okay, now I have to know." Daniel's grin looks shark like. "We all know about Mark and Jenson's man crush on each other." He ignores the sputtering from both mentioned men. "But Seb? Who did you have a crush on?"

"That's not part of the game, Daniel." Sebastian tries, trying his hardest not to take a sip from his drink again.

"I'd like to know too."

Sebastian glares at Kimi. Of all the times he decides to speak, it has to be now.

They're all watching him expectantly. Waiting for him to actually answer.

He mumbles something, a name that no one can make out.

"What was that?"

Damn you, Daniel.

"I said... Nico." He clears his throat and stares everywhere but at the people around him. "Nico Rosberg."

There's silence. Sebastian wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

"Good choice." Sebastian's head whips around towards the blond man who's name he just mentioned. He gets a grin from him and a shrug. "Didn't expect that though."

"The crush was over pretty quickly." Sebastian answers, receiving laughter from the others.

"You can't be the only one who's had a crush on Nico." Daniel again. Of course. "Who else had a crush on him?"

Surprisingly, or maybe not that surprising actually, most of them put up their hand.

"What can I say," Jenson grinned, "Britney is beautiful."

"Especially when he's in the wall," Mark added.

Nico rolled his eyes while the others laughed.

Well everyone but Lewis.

Seb noticed too and nudged the Brit.

"What's wrong, Lewis?"

"He lied."Everyone looked over at Valtteri when he spoke up." He didn't put up his hand. "

Lewis scowled at Valtteri, but Valtteri just stared back at him challengingly.

"I didn't lie, first of." Lewis answered, taking a big swig of his drink before putting it down. "Because I never had a crush. He was always mine."

To prove his point, Lewis, blaming it on the alcohol, stood up and draped himself, unceremoniously, over a dumbstruck Nico's lap.

Nico blinked when Lewis' slightly cold fingers caressed his cheek, and then he felt lips connect with his own.

On instinct, his lips moved against those all so familiar ones, his arms wrapping around that familiar body.

There were cheers and bouts of "fucking finally!" being uttered all around them, but they didn't even seem to notice.

Finally Lewis pulled back, smiling at Nico before turning his body a little to look at the others.

"See. A crush means nothing. I've got the complete package."

Nico chuckled and buried his face into Lewis' neck, kissing his skin there.

He was right.

This meant so much more than any other man having a crush on him.

#brocedes #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #my writing #lewis hamilton/nico rosberg

[milflewis]

Brocedes Shot glass of tears

1.

“So,” Jenson starts, shaking an unnecessarily large amount of salt onto his side of roast potatoes. “I learned something new the other day.”

Nico sips at his glass of Viognier — he’s having seafood. “How to spell your name?”

Jenson smiles at him. “You always were funny, Britney. No, did you know that it doesn’t matter if you don’t fuck — that it doesn’t actually kill you if you get that,” he waves a careless hand in the air, salt shaker shaking, “Fuck Or Die drug thing?”

He pauses. Frowns. “Or is it a flower pollen?”

“It’s a drug made from a flower, like heroin,” Nico says, instead of saying, no, he did not know.

Jenson hums consideringly. His faux pensive expression is hideously exaggerated. It isn’t as charming as Nico suspects he thinks it is. He also suspects that Jenson doesn’t much care at the moment.

“Or,” Jenson continues. “At least, it didn’t kill Lewis.”

2.

James isn’t returning his calls. Nico doesn’t even bother trying Valtteri or Bono. He has no desire to be laughed at so Susie and Sebastian are also out.

Toto picks up on the seventh ring.

“This is Wolff” he answers, already sounding tired.

“Is it true?”

“Ah, Nico, hello,” Toto starts. “Is what true?”

Nico makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. His gut is doing something weird and cramp-like, and his head feels hot and stuffed even though he only had three glasses of wine with a full dinner.

“Lewis. And the drug. Is it real?”

“Hmm. Is this Friend-Nico talking, or Sky-Nico talking?”

It is a question that Susie likes to regularly ask Nico, though her version of the term ‘Friend-Nico’ is distinctly more mocking.

Nico does not snap at him. He is in control, even when he isn’t. He is.

Nico has never carried a bag of sweets around in his pocket. He is not one for setting himself up for failure. He knows what he is good at and what he isn’t. It is it’s own form of self discipline.

Nico isn’t sure Lewis ever really believed that. Other people definitely didn’t.

“Toto,” Nico says, and Toto sighs heavily.

“It is true. He — he had no one, and nothing happened. He has been medically cleared. No lasting side effects.”

Toto says the words like they’re not the first times he spoken them, and still, there is a note of slight reluctant disbelief. He has e never been one for awe.

Nico hangs up without saying goodbye.

3.

The fan had been aiming for Sebastian.

Apparently they had taken offensive to his excessive flirting with everyone in his five foot radius. Nico understands their pain.

He doesn’t know what happened after Baku. No one does. But, even three years later, whatever it was meant that it wasn’t surprising to find Lewis hanging off of Sebastian’s elbow at races, laughing at his terrible jokes.

It is because of this that Lewis gets a face full of Amyl Nitrite, instead of Sebastian.

The layers of irony here amuse Nico for a nice long moment. It helps that Nico knows from Jenson that Lewis was left to deal with it on his own. No Sebastian in sight.

“His poor dick must be stripped raw,” Nico says over the phone.

Mark makes a high despairing sound. He doesn’t like it when they talk about Lewis’s dick.

4.

Ted makes Lewis laugh seven times in his three minute paddock pen interview on Thursday. Nico is used to seeing Ted make Lewis laugh. They're both pretty shameless in that regard.

There are no circles under his eyes - no visible ones anyway, concealer is a thing - or tightness around his forehead. Nico squints at the screen to see if he has any of those tiny broken blood vessels he gets he presses his knuckles into them, trying to sleep. He can't see any.

His braids are neat and pulled back from his face in a high pony and his shirt is loose around his neck, thick silver chain glimmering. He is wearing his usual amount of jewelry.

"You know what it's like, man," Lewis is smiling, face scrunching up behind his mask. "We always try to start off on a good vibe and see where we go build from there. We've got a good team and a good car, and I like where we're at."

He does not look like he's in any form of discomfort, let alone pain. He does not look like his dick is raw. This means nothing as Nico knows.

Ted says something else and Lewis laughs for an eighth time. Nico turns off his tablet.

5.

It is from Fernando that Nico finds out what happened in the end.

Fernando tells him that Lewis came to stay in his hotel room for the night, to ride out the drug’s effects, like this set of actions were obvious and he couldn’t imagine why Nico was even bothering to ask.

Absence, Nico realises, does not always make the heart fonder. At least where Fernando Alonso is concerned.

“Where else would he go,” Fernando says slowly as if Nico is particularly dim. “I don’t do that sort of thing, and I always have a lot of alcohol on me.”

He is filling another two shot glasses from a bottle of clear vodka he already had at the table when Nico arrived.

“Right,” Nico says. “Of course.”

And then: “Is that how he survived then? By drinking himself limp?”

The thought isn’t as funny as Nico would like it to be.

Fernando rolls his eyes. “I told him he didn’t need it. People are just weak. This drug does not kill. People get scared. They give in. They want. After, they are ashamed, so they make up stories, is all.”

Fernando’s mouth twists into something sour. The lighting in the hotel bar is low and dark, throwing shadows across his jaw.

“Hamilton is not weak,” Fernando tells him and Nico does not snap back that he knows.

Instead, he informs him calmly that his opinion on drugs and people’s susceptibility to them and their effects is outdated and uneducated and privileged. He leaves Fernando to pick up their tab. This seems to piss him off more than the lecture.

+1.

Lewis flips the pancake high in the air, grinning to himself as it lands perfectly back into the pan. He’s shirtless, shorts low on his hips, and barefoot. The curve of his belly is softer than it was back when they were racing.

“Morning,” Nico murmurs, pressing his mouth against the knob at the top of Lewis’s spine. His skin is still shower warm and only slightly damp.

“Hey,” Lewis says, reaching a hand back to squeeze Nico’s hip. “You hungry?”

Nico checks in with himself as he takes down two glasses from the cupboard. He opens the fridge to grab their jug of water — already Britta filtered and with several slices of lemon bobbing on the surface.

“Nah, not really, I’ll only have one or two.”

“Mhmm, okay.”

Nico pours them both out two glasses and grabs a pair of forks. He sits up on one of the island stools and sips at his drink.

He should really have his shot of apple cider vinegar and greens but his stomach is feeling kind of weird this morning and he wants to eat first.

Lewis’s cross tattoo is fading. He’ll need to get it touched up soon.

“Bon appétit,” Lewis declares sweepingly, setting Nico’s plate down in front of him with a flourish. He’s in a good mood this morning which means he deliberately butchers the pronunciation, saying it like “Bon apple teeth”, to annoy Nico.

Happiness on Lewis has always looked childlike.

It is strange — the times Nico thinks about it, after all these years.

You were going to kill yourself before letting anyone fuck you again, Nico does not say to Lewis. He cuts into the top pancake, smothered in syrup, and chews slowly.

Lewis turns back to the stove, already sure it will be liked. It’s a well used recipe.

Did you know that it was an old wives tale, or did you just not want to pick up the phone that badly?

Nico’s therapist has been pushing him to ask Lewis for years. Nico told her he will when he is no longer afraid of the answer. He is trying to be more honest, if not with Lewis than with himself and his therapist. She had looked remarkably unimpressed.

“This is enough for me,” Nico tells him. “Thank you.”

Lewis hums, throwing a grin over his shoulder. He is shimming slightly to the music coming from the speaker perched on-top the fridge.

Roscoe is snoring on the couch in the sitting room area of their open floor plan.

“I’m thinking of going swimming later.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How much later?”

Nico thinks for a second. It’s a Saturday and he has no meetings. Neither does Lewis.

“I told my Dad I’d give him a call at around eleven, so,” he checks his phone. It’s a little before ten now. “Maybe have an early lunch after that and then go at around two or so?”

“Okay.” Lewis turns off the stove, plating up the last of his banana pancakes, and comes around to sit next to Nico. He turns a little so he’s facing him, knees nudging his thigh. “Sounds good.”

At this angle, one of Lewis’s nipple piercings keeps catching off the light when he moves to eat his food and winking at Nico. It’s vaguely distracting in a distant this is your favourite meal but you’ve just eaten kind of way.

“We’re having dinner on the yacht tonight,” Nico decides.

Lewis glances at him, that half amused look he only ever gets around Nico on his face, like he doesn’t even have to thinking about being that way, it just happens naturally.

“Okay,” he says again. “Sure.”

“I want to suck you off under the stars after,” Nico tells him and rinses off his plate before putting it in the dishwasher, and leaving the room to call his dad.

“And they say romance is dead,” Lewis calls after him, grinning, eyes hot. It would be embarrassing for him, the way Nico knows Lewis’s dick twitched when Nico said that, if Nico wasn’t just as easy for him.

#i don’t gen write brocedes but akira is tired rn and i love her and i can’t give her a hug but i can give her this #hope u enjoy anon! #sex pollen trope #brocedes #little fics #anon tag #niamh.asks

[inchidentally]

https://x.com/McLarenF1_News/status/1747978653189767464?s=20 Knowing life, a certain portion of a certain driver's fanbase will use this as a dig at their favorite driver.

I do find it hilarious that this hasn't gained any traction and I actually think it's bc all Lando fans have been here before mANY times with his own quotes being misappropriated. if we went off what ad revenue based journalism says then Lando wants to personally and intimately destroy like 75% of the grid at any given moment.

I do laugh tho bc Autosport just got a big red strike against their name by Oscar's very protective team. not a great idea since it looks like they've already alienated a lot of the grid and don't get many exclusives.

but this is actually a really good example to use going forward since we're bound to get even more as the years go on...

to break down the notes in the images, the only quote from Oscar is that he personally doesn't like to tear himself down publicly but that he's very hard on himself privately. that's the only "scoop" lol. this dude at Autosport actually got Oscar on the phone and decided to bin most of the interview in favor of singling out something he could twist into a clickbait headline.

and the tweet links to a content aggregator website that itself has pulled from another article which is almost completely the Autosport guy's personal opinion about Lando and Oscar with the Oscar quote (in which he only refers to himself) and then some old quotes about Alpine and Mark Webber to stretch the ads out further.

as I said, Lando fans are used to this. he once said in this interview how lost and down he felt during his first season comparing himself with how competent Carlos was - easy as piss to suddenly decide that Carlos was of no help to Lando's mental state - and maybe harmed it!! - and that they weren't as close friends as everyone hoped! and whenever Lando's said how calm and down to earth Oscar is compared to Daniel and that Oscar and Daniel are complete opposites, super easy to decide that he's shading Daniel and they're not as close as everyone hoped! except he's fully still friends with both of them and that adults can hold opinions and also manage to NOT have some crazy subtext of drama underneath it wowwwwww

the crazy thing is that Oscar is saying exactly what a ton of Lando fans - as well as Martin Brundle and Jenson Button - have been saying about Lando's attitude toward himself during the 2023 season. I'm personally on the fence with my feelings but the popular sympathetic opinion is that Lando isn't helping himself at all with public self-flagellation and that it's only fanning the flames of people who already have it out for him. so it's truly a stretch to turn that one quote into 'ooohhhhh he's being mean to Lando' when Oscar famously avoids all public conflict after the Alpine drama and also is not wrong for not wanting his teammate and possibly friend to shit on himself so much ??

the point of sports journalism - outside maybe one or two sources who don't want to burn bridges with the 20 guys in F1 - is to create drama and generate engagement. I took the hit and loaded those pages but that's all the ad revenue I'm going to give shitty websites for at a while lgfljahfa

this is why I ignore everything except authorized sources who either legally have to run everything past the driver's reps first or who actually put up full content and not cherry picked quotes. and in Oscar's and Lando's cases anyway, that's what they both want their fans to do.

#inchreplies #wank adjacent #reference

[bwoahtastic]

You can ignore this if you think it's weird but, sweet baby omega Lando dating Jenson and one night invites baby alpha Oscar along and there is this hot older Aussie named Mark and he's also an Alpha and La do knows Oscar only dates Alphas and Mark is smitten with this baby Alpha as Lando is smirking up a storm because he secretly planned this and Oscar needs a mate and finds that in DILF Mark and woah are they a hot couple together

Plss!! Lando dating jenson and having so much fun! Jenson spoils him snd is fun and honestly annoying too but lando is the same lol. Lando wants Oscar to find someone too os he is a little sad and jealous kss. He brings Oscar along on a little outing once, and Jenson happens to have brought Mark. The two get along very well because they can talk about home! And lando can see the attraction between them and is just super smug lol, he did that! And pls Oscar and Mark would be such a cute couple! So sweet and so cute too because 2 lil Alphas haha and mostly just very hot!

And lando gets double dates now!

#asks

[f1-disaster-bi]

Have some Mafia au because why not:

Lance was going to kill him.

Not just Lance. Kevin would probably have a few choice words for him too. Jenson would probably sigh at him. Charles would probably cry, and yell while Pierre and Esteban shook their heads at him. There would probably be a joke in there somewhere from a concerned Sebastian or an angry Kimi about Lando being trouble, but really, this time wasn't his fault.

How was he to know that some asshole would try robbing the supermarket at ten o'clock at night when there was only Lando and a few others in store?

Lando had just wanted to get some ice cream. He'd run out the other night, and he'd been craving it. His sweet tooth begging to be soothed by his favourite flavours and driving him out of the safety of his home late at night because Lance, who made up most of his impulse control, was out of the country and had left Lando to his own devices.

And now here he was in an all too familiar position these days as someone pointed a gun at him, and he could just hear the lecture he was going to get from his husband later as Lando refused to back down.

There were people cowering behind him. There were children dressed in pajamas, clutching at their mother as they sobbed and shook with fear, and all that was standing between them and the gun man was Lando. He couldn't let them get hurt, so Lando didn't budge as the guy screamed and yelled at him.

Instead he just smirked at him, pointed at the gun, and gave him a rocky smile.

"Are you going to put that down, or do I have to take it from you?"

His question had the desired effect of missing off the badly masked man as his hand holding the gun trembled with rage or withdrawal. Lando had already noticed him when he was outside. He'd noticed the paranoid movements and the way he had trembled. He just hadn't expected the local drug addict to try rob the place while he was trying to find his ice cream.

"You're fucking dead", the man hissed, finger trembling as he tried to undo the safety on the gun but before he could Lando was moving.

It didn't take much to knock the guy to the ground. He was basically skin and bone, but what Lando hadn't expected was the way the gun ended up between him and the guy, or how he had managed to get the safety off u till a bulled tore through his shoulder as they crashed to the ground.

He ignored the pain and the blood, driving his knee into the man's stomach as his hand grabbed the one still holding the gun. He slammed it on the ground as the guy whimpered and loosened his hold enough for Lando to bat it away his body. He flipped the guy over without much resistance. His kept his knee on the small of his back as he grabbed his arms and held them in a tight grip.

"Anyone got anything to tie him with?" Lando’s words had the man trying to move but he just slammed his head into the ground to knock him out as someone scrambled to their feet snd came back with rope, "Did anyone call for help?"

"I hit the button when he shot you", the cashier, a teenage girl that was shaking with tears in her eyes told him, "You...you saved us, oh my god"

Lando just offered her a smile as he fought the wave of dizziness that was threatening to overtake him from the way he was steadily loosing blood.

"Here, let me help", the mother of the children was by his side as he blocked at her. It was only then he realised she was wearing nurses scrubs as she pressed something to his shoulder to stop the bleeding, "How did you know how to do that?"

Lando could hear the sirens getting closer and he just hppped, that his old squad weren't the ones on the other side of the door because he would never hear the end of this if it was them.

"I used to be a detective", Lando explained, breathing through the pain, "Funnily enough I retired because I've already been shot in this shoulder once before and almost died"

The woman's reply was lost in the sound of his name being called by an all too familiar voice before Mark Webber was standing before him with an unimpressed Kevin and Nico standing behind him.

"You just don't know how to stay out of trouble, Norris", Mark greeted, taking in the scene and the unconscious man tied up on the floor, "Robbery gone wrong?"

"Something like that", Lando hummed, smiling at his old team, "I wanted ice cream. He wanted to rob the place"

"So you caught a bullet to the shoulder for some, what? Vanilla swirl?", Nico snorted, already bagging the gun as evidence and shaking his head as Kevin and Daniil hauled the unconscious man up and out towards the squad cars waiting outside.

"Raspberry Ripley actually", Lando joked with a shrug that had him hissing as the woman put more pressure on his wound.

"Your husband is going to kill you", Mark shook his head, radioing for the EMTs to approach because there was no active threat any longer.

"Any chance he doesn't have to know about this?", Lando sighed, closing his eyes.

"Not a chance kid. I bet Kevin's already called him"

"Wonderful"

#mafia au #lando is a danger magnet #strollis #lance/lando #lando/lance #lando is a badass