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deltaromeo3 · 11 months

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𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 ⋆ Lando Norris

pairing: Lando Norris x mediaofficer!reader

warning(s): a lil angst if u squint hard enough, swearing, fluff IF YOU SQUINT. this is a looong one.

as requested by: this ask!

A/N: as always, feedback (good or bad) is appreciated! my first Lando fic lol I hope you enjoyed it! <3

“I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.”

It was a typical Monday morning; you were carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and a bunch of folders in another. You were at the MTC, on the way to the conference room for a pre-season meeting.

This year you would find out which driver you’d be working with. Oscar or Lando? You didn’t mind either one.

As you entered the elevator, pressing the ‘close door’ button, someone shouts.

“Hold the door, please!”

You quickly pressed the ‘hold door’ button, letting the gentleman in.

“Thank you,” He says, slightly out of breathe from running.

“No worries,”

A silence fell between the two of you. Well of course, he’s none other than Lando Norris, the beloved McLaren driver. There was a huge difference between the two of you, first of all you were in different tax brackets and secondly he was a Formula 1 driver. And you were.. you.

You exit the lift after him. You noticed he turned left as well, and was walking in the same direction you were going towards.

“You’re going to the conference room as well?”

He hums in response. “Pre-season meeting. You joining?”

You nod and he holds the door open for you, letting you in first.

You were greeted by a few other workers from the PR team. No Zak in sight, guessing he was busy with other team related stuff.

You sat down and he sits across you. The meeting begins soon after Oscar enters the room.

“Lando, this year you’ll be under the care of Y/N L/N, so please, be nice yeah?”

He nods. “I’m always nice what do you mean?”

You extend your hand and he shakes it.

“Well I’m.. Lando. You know.”

You smile, “And i’m Y/N. Hoping to a good season with you.”

“You’ve got a nice name,”

“Well thank you, Lando.”

And that was months ago.

You realised you grew closer to Lando, too close in fact. He followed you on Instagram (no idea why. He said why not), you would exchange texts almost every day (and night), and would often gossip with each other. It was nice, but it was unexpected. You often questioned why.

It all started when one time, during lunch, he took a seat across you. You found it weird, he would always be seated with Oscar or Max. This action of course earned funny looks from them, but Lando didn’t seem to mind.

“Whatcha doin’ here? Aren’t you always with Oscar or Max?” You asked as you ate your food.

“Just felt like a change of scenery today. You mind if I sat here?”

You shook your head.

“Great,” he says as he stands up to get his food.

And from then on, with every single media duty you had, the both of you just grew closer. You would often come to the track together. While others found it suspicious, some found it cute. They just figured it was just the two of you getting along well.

Given a choice, Lando would always choose you to bring him for his media duties. Anytime you were gone, he would ask for you. You were fairly new to this whole F1 thing too so in a way he was teaching you the ropes as well.

And he was more than happy to do so. He would tell you where the media pen was if you got lost, he even made your job easier by trying not say anything that wasn’t meant to be heard on live TV. All in all, he was very well trained and your job was smooth sailing (mostly.)

Another instance was when you were down with Covid during Baku. You had to take a week off from work meaning you werent in charge of Lando and his media duties were all in the hands of someone else. Poor Ava.

You were trying to sleep, it was in the wee hours of 3am.

Suddenly your phone rings.

“Lando i’m not-“

“Where are you?” He asks, ignoring your question.

“Home.”

“Like, in London?”

You nod in response.

“Why aren’t you here? Why is Ava in charge of my media duties and not you?”

“I’m sick, Lan. Covid.”

The nickname just rolls off your tongue like butter on toast. You had no idea why you said Lan instead of Lando but he didn’t seem to mind.

“WHAT!” He shouts over the phone. You wince at the sudden loudness.

“But you’ll be back soon right?” He asks, concern in his voice.

“Of course. Why? Miss me?” You teased.

“Mhm.”

“Mhm? What’s mhm?”

“Just.. just be back soon kay? And sorry for calling you at this timing. It’s like what- 3 in the morning there? Anyways, rest well. Take care of yourself.” He says in a caring tone.

You smile, blushing a little bit. But thank God your room was dark so he couldn’t really see the smile that was forming on your face.

“Thank you Lan. I’ll see you in a week.”

“A week?!” He groans. “Okay okay… see you then.”

“Bye,”

“Bye.”

The line clicks.

Next morning, you woke up to a delivery on your front door.

It was a hamper; filled with goodies, chicken essence and a few cans of chicken/mushroom soup.

You picked it up, placing it on the table. You read the card that came along with it.

“Missing my media girl. Feel better soon x”

Lando. You smiled. He didn’t have to, but he did. Wait wait- how did he know my address?

Monaco. Your favourite track.

You were getting ready to go to the track with Lando. You ruffled through your suitcase in a frenzy, realising that you didn’t pack your polo.

You panicked, figuring out what to do. You called Ava but it went straight to voicemail. You figured she was busy.

Who else could you call?

Right.

Lando bloody Norris.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

The line rings. “Y/N! What’s up.”

“You don’t happen to have an extra McLaren polo, do you?”

He chuckles, “I’ll be there in 5.”

You sigh in relief, “Thank you.”

His room was right across yours so it didn’t take him long for him to arrive. He passed you the shirt and you took it without looking at it.

You wore it for the rest of the day, not knowing the shirt had a big ol’ NORRIS 4 on the back.

And of course, the fans went crazy about that.

You didn’t know it then, but Lando knew exactly what he was doing.

Summer break.

You expected to spend it alone in your apartment like you always do but this year was different.

You spent your summer golfing with Lando and of course Carlos, (something you didn’t think you would do), a week in Monaco and a few days in Amalfi Coast.

Of course, you posted on your Instagram story. This garnered the attention of your friends. Summer break was also where the line between “friends” and “someone I work with” became blurred.

@yourusername posted on their story

The choice of residence in Amalfi Coast was a 3 bedroom home, but of course there were hiccups; there weren’t enough rooms and so, Lando gave you his and he slept on the couch.

That night when you woke up thirsty and wanted to grab a drink, you passed by Lando in the living room. He was asleep so you tried your best to be quiet.

After pouring yourself a drink, you tiptoed back to the room in order to not wake him up. You buried yourself under the covers when suddenly you heard a knock. You exhaled out a breathe you didn't even know you were holding.

“Y/N?” The gruff voice calls out.

Shit.

You went to open the door to be greeted by a sleepy, messy-haired, half-naked (he didn’t sleep with a shirt on) Lando. Guess your efforts were futile after all.

“Yes?”

“You mind if I slept with you? I can’t seem to fall asleep on that stupid couch,”

You nodded and he let himself in. You realised you were just in an oversized top and undies, you weren’t wearing any pants so you quickly scurried to the bed, covering yourself with the duvet.

“I know you’re not wearing any pants. You don’t have hide it,” He suddenly spoke.

Your eyes widen. “Wh-what?”

“I said you don’t have to hide it. I’ve seen you in a bikini before so it’s not that awkward.”

“Okay…?” Was all you managed to say.

The next morning, you woke up cuddled into Lando. You eyes widened at the thought of you two even cuddling. You were quickly brought back to reality when you felt his hands playing with the section of skin on your back that was exposed since your shirt rode up in your sleep.

“Good morning,” He says. You quickly escape his grasp and returned to your side of the bed.

“M-morning,”

He chuckles softly, “I had a good sleep last night. Thanks.” He says before exiting the room to go to God knows where.

To be honest, you kind of developed a crush for Lando, but you had no idea if he felt the same. Maybe he was just being friendly you told yourself.

Working with him was great, but being able to hang out with him and see what he was like outside of work was even better.

He was kind, a little goofy and of course a total flirt. He was shy too at times, but when you told Max why Lando was so shy around you, all Max did was laugh and say “You’ll know soon enough.”

And soon enough you did.

You remembered the day so clearly; it was a breezy evening in Monza. You were still Lando’s media officer, but somewhere along the lines the two of you stopped being close.

Lando didn’t go to the track with you anymore, and everyone realised that. They wondered if you and Lando weren’t friends anymore, or was it more than that?

It was a first, the friendship faltered but your feelings for him stood strong. You couldn’t lie, but you missed talking to him. All the late night chats, the calls, the gossips. You wondered, was it something you said? Or did?

P19. He finished P19. He refused to do any post race interviews, “tell me how much and I’ll write a cheque” was all he said.

He was mad about the shit car, the shit pace, and that nothing has been going his way these past few months. Lando had been finishing below top 10 and he was unhappy about it.

You noticed how upset he was but you weren’t on talking terms so you didn’t check up on him.

You headed off to you hotel, calling it a night.

You sat down on the bed, you sighed, looking down at your phone. Usually, you would be texting Lando to the point where you dont even look up to see where you’re walking. But tonight, just like the other nights, your phone remained silent. No rings, no dings, nothing.

You don’t know why you were expecting a text, he was in no mood to talk anyways even if you two were on talking terms.

As you were about to enter the bathroom for a shower, your phone dings.

You looked at it, your heart rate now increasing.

Talk? Talk about what?

You replied and anxiously waited for an answer. But the answer came in the form of a knock.

You walked to the door, opening it. Lando walks in and takes a seat on the foot of your bed.

He stays silent for a minute, and you just stood there looking at him, waiting for some sort of sentence to come out from his mouth.

“I-“ He sighs. He looks up at you.

“P19.” He says.

“Yeah I know, I was there.” You dismissed him. “Is that all you have to say after you stopped replying to my messages? After avoiding me at work? What’s wrong with you?” You blurted out.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you!”

“Me?! Go on, why don’t you tell me whats wrong? I wasn’t the one who just decided to fuck off out of no where and give the cold shoulder.”

He laughs, humourlessly, “First of all, you’re a fucking muppet. Can’t you see?”

You interrupt, “A muppet? Wow I-“

He cuts you off, “Listen will you?! I brought you to Monaco and Amalfi Coast. We shared a bed together. I don’t do that for just anyone. You’re.. fuck!” He stops, “You’re funny, kind and you’re beautiful, oh god you’re beautiful. All these things I did for you, don’t you see it Y/N? I’m…” He pauses, “I’m whipped Y/N.. I’m fucking head over heels for you. And I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you so I stopped talking to you cos I didn’t want to hurt myself if you were to not feel the same way. And of course I miss you, I miss talking to you, I miss going to track with you. Everyone’s asking me why and I don’t have an answer for them!”

You felt tears brimming in your eyes. You cried, not because you were sad, but because you felt like there was a huge weight that had been lifted off your shoulder.

He rushes over to you as soon as you cried, holding you in his arms.

“Shit, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.”

You cried even more, “I-it’s not that,” You said in between breathes.

“Then? What’s wrong? Talk to me,”

“I,” You tried to speak, “I l-like you t-too Lando.”

He laughs, “Well you could’ve told me that before I started screaming like a crazy idiot didn’t you?”

You laughed, “Yeah, yeah I could’ve.”

#lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #f1 x you #f1 #f1 imagines #f1 fluff #f1 angst #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fic #lando norris imagine

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wildestaugust · 2 years

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Call it What You Want • M.V

summary: reader has 'the talk' with Max, then spends the whole day teasing him until he's had enough.

author: I've had this Max oneshot for a few months (which I made due to a very special request form a mutual here) and I just want to clarify that I'm no longer taking MV requests unless it's something very specific considering I'm not inspired by him at all. — just felt I had to say that and that I'm taking requests rn for the other drivers I write for!

warnings: smut, fluff, breeding kink, mentions of childhood trauma, unprotected sex, rough sex, +18.

There was no better feeling than the week off after a grand prix. Having Max back after a tough race in Baku meant staying at home doing nothing too productive; they hated being apart so he liked to make the most of it by sleeping, watching a film or just going out on dinner dates. This time around, however, they were flying to Amsterdam for Victoria's —Max's sister— birthday which fell perfectly during his days off.

The trip back to his hometown was a special one since they were also going to meet their nephew. Victoria had given birth to another boy and due to Max's schedule, they weren't able to be there for his birth, specially when she was going to be the baby's godmother. When he finally found the right time to spend his week off in Amsterdam, it was a no brainer for both of them to just immediately fly out there.

"I can't wait to meet Lio!" she said while on the plane. "Do you think they'll like the basket we brought them? It has everything, clothes, pacifiers, socks..."

"Don't worry, Victoria will love it, after all you're fantastic at everything you do." Max assured her, kissing her bare shoulder.

"Ugh! I'm just nervous, he's my first godson and I want it to be special." she rested her head on his shoulder while he caressed her cheek.

"You'll be fine, this is my second nephew and I'm as nervous as you." Max admitted laughing, trying to calm her down.

"Well, you're not the baby type at all but, you know how to hold them, at least that's what I imagine due to your experience with your little siblings and Luka."

"Yeah, but I'm still terrified of them, Jay was a menace when she was a toddler." They laughed.

They rarely talked about having kids, even though they had been dating since they were twenty-one and pretty much were going to get married at some point. The baby talk wasn't important, although some of their friends had started to have them and they asked the inevitable question of 'when will you have one?'.

Seeing Victoria —who was two years younger than her— having her second child, sort of changed her views on motherhood, she wanted to be a young mom as well but Max's reasoning for not having children at that time was very understandable, he would want to be present and with his job it would be a difficult task to fulfill.

Something he didn't spoke much about was the way his father treated him when he was young. As a young karting driver his father used to be tough on him. She was the only person —besides his mom and sister— whom he trusted enough to open up about those childhood moments, which made it all more personal. Being aware of those insecurities just made her want to make him feel more loved; she wanted to assure him he would do great if he ever wanted to have children of his own and that whatever happened to him, while being young, didn't necessarily defined the rest of his life.

"Do you think I'd be a good mom?" she asked; that wasn't a conversation to have at that moment, however, the question came up so natural to her that it was inevitable not to ask it.

"Is this a sort of set up to talk about having kids, again?" he asked, making her roll her eyes.

"It's just a question!" She replied while intertwining their hands.

"Honestly? You'd be perfect, you do a great job with the cats." he jokingly said, making her laugh. "Now being serious but, if how you treat me is half as how you'd treat a kid of ours, then you'll be an exceptional mother."

Max felt every single one of those words deeply. When he wasn't on the race track, she was the one by his side, celebrating if it was a win, comforting him if the race didn't go his way and uplifting him when the season wasn't how he planned it to be. Those things meant the world to him and, it was no secret to him that she desired a family with him.

He loved how much fun they were having since they moved in together; traveling to the races, spending the weekends either on a boat in St. Tropez or partying on their favorites clubs in Monaco, amongst the more mundane things that would change drastically with a baby.

"You're an expert at making me emotional!" she said rolling her eyes. "I love you."

She slept with her head on his shoulder for the majority of the flight, while Max kept thinking about what they had talked earlier, clearly there was a lot going on inside of him.

—

They arrived at noon to their apartment which, thankfully, was near Victoria's place. She knew his sister had gone beforehand to clean the place when she found a little note where she simply wrote 'welcome <3 my lovebirds!'.

"Look at this! That's so nice of her, I hope it didn't take her much of her time." she said as she laid on the bed with her boyfriend.

"Oh don't worry, someone else came. I just didn't want you to bother on doing chores since we'll be here for just a few days before we go to Austin." he explained.

"That's great." she replied kissing him.

"I'm so tired." he said with his face buried on her neck. "Can you tell my mom i'm jet lagged?"

"Come on! they haven't seen you in months." she replied shaking her head.

"But I want to fuck you." he then said with his hand on her waist.

Max longed to touch her after he came back from Azerbaijan, and since he had arrived late at night, they didn't have much time for themselves as they were leaving for Amsterdam early in the morning. They had done it a few times on his plane, however, he didn't want to bother her earlier as she slept throughout the whole flight.

Before his hand could reach her underwear, she stopped him by placing her hand on his crotch. While she lightly stroked him, she could feel how hard he was; max was always rough in bed but, when he was needy, he was all about letting her do her thing.

"Fuck, you're so hard." she said while unzipping his pant.

"That's what you cause on me, schat." He replied while he kissed her neck.

"Does it feel good? Touching you like this?" she innocently asked while she stroked his balls for a moment.

"Yeah it fucking does, princess." He moaned. "Are you going to let me fuck you?"

She let out a laugh while she made direct eye contact with him. The neediness in his blue eyes was showing, he was desperate to take off her clothes and fuck her relentlessly, however, he wasn't aware that she had other plans, that he may or may not like.

"I tell you what..." she pressed her finger on the head, sending him over the edge. "If we go now to your sister's place, I suck you and then we can fuck all night long if you want."

"What if I don't want to?" he said.

"Then... good luck getting off." she replied. As soon as she stopped, Max wanted to shout.

He put his hands on his face groaning in resignation as he had no other choice, she left him on the bed like a mess. Max vowed to make her regret that on the night but, for the moment being, he would play it cool, specially since they were going to visit their nephews.

After a few minutes, he came out of the room, finding her sitting on the living room with her purse and their gifts to the kids. She had quickly changed her clothes, however, she liked to tease him and he clearly knew that was what she was doing in that moment.

"I quickly got changed because I wanted to use these new boots, do I look good?" She asked getting up. Her black blouse fitted her like a glove and he had to stop thinking about all he wanted to do before he got hard again.

"Yes." simply said with a smile. "I'll carry the gifts to the car, those look a bit too heavy for you." He added.

"I hope you're not mad at me." she commented with a grin on her face. If you only knew, he thought.

"Why would I? it's not like I won't fuck you tonight." he cockily said while smiling.

Without saying anything else, they exited the apartment as Max carried all the gifts. Aside from what had happened, he couldn't wait to meet his newest nephew. He was surprised when during the summer break his sister had asked both of them if they wanted to be Lio's godparents, he missed his family a lot during those long seasons so, having that big responsibility with his nephew meant the world to him because he'd have a reason to spend more time with them.

Amsterdam was where all his friends and family were, going back always made him happy; even if he didn't grow up there, he remembered all the road-trips back and forth from Hasselt and, although the memories with his dad were bittersweet, he would never forget the weekends when his mom used to buy him and his sister ice creams; the days where they would go inside a bookstore and buy thousands of stickers that he would end up giving to Victoria and those few moments between his karting career that reminded him of a childhood he never really enjoyed but rather one he somehow had.

He dreamed of a day when he could finally move back but, to do that, he knew that he either had to retire or have his own family; the former being an unrealistic possibility for at least the next three years of his career while the latter simply frightened him, perhaps due to his own experience.

—

The car ride was very quiet as neither of them spoke. She assumed he was giving her the silence treatment, which was entertaining to her because he couldn't stay angry with her for longer than 2 hours. Reuniting with his family was all she was thinking about, she'd deal with Max later that day.

The ride was short as Victoria's house was just 4 blocks away from their apartment. Every time they went back to Amsterdam, she realized how isolated they were in Monte Carlo. She'd love to have their families at a walking distance but, that was Max's job and she really couldn't complain because they enjoyed their life in Monaco.

After they got out of the car, she took some of the presents while Max carried the heavier ones and, just before they could ring the doorbell, he leaned closer towards her, so close she could hear his breathing.

"Good luck thinking you got away with it." he whispered right before he rang the doorbell twice.

"Is that a threat?" Max was about to answer when the front was opened by his mom.

"Guys!" Sophie hugged her immediately with the biggest smile on her. Her bond with his mom was quiet special; she had known Sophie for as long as she knew Max which translated to more than two years, and throughout all that time, she had treated her like a daughter.

It was at Sophie's house where she met him; max had arranged a small party with his friends shortly before the end of the 2019 season. She went to that party with her friend who used to date Max's best friend; the connection was almost instant considering she was one of the few people there who weren't interested to talk about motorsport with him, she came from a racing family so it wasn't exactly the type of conversation she was striving for. They bonded over Max's love for football despite the fact that he was a Barça fan while she had been raised her whole life as a madridista, which wasn't a surprise for her considering he was dutch and, almost every single dutch person worships Johan Cruyff.

Sophie gladly welcomed them in. As they walked, they saw Victoria in the living room with Lio on his bassinet while Luka was playing with his toys on the carpet. The younger of the Verstappen's —immediately— got up to greet her warmly with a hug.

"Binkie!" Victoria smiled. "Aaaw! i'm so glad you guys are here."

"Me too, I couldn't wait any longer to meet Lio!" she said as her eyes went to the tiny baby laying on the bassinet next to them.

"He's awake, you should pick him up!" Her sister-in-law suggested.

When they turned to get Lio, her eyes went instantly to Max, basically sitting on the floor, kissing and hugging Luka, who giggled as his uncle tickled him. It was such a heartwarming moment to watch, Luka and Max had a very special nephew-uncle bond and it was beautiful to witness it since the birth of the boy.

"I see Max found his clone." Victoria commented, joking on the incredible resemblance her kid had to his uncle and grandpa.

"I missed you little one!" Max said as he picked him up on his arms. "Every time I see him, he gets bigger and bigger."

While Max gushed about Luka, she sat on the sofa as she waited for Victoria to put the newborn on her arms. She smiled when she finally saw the baby, he wore a white onesie while wrapped carefully on a baby blue blanket, and as Victoria gave it to her, she noticed he had his mother's eyes, which were also Max's.

"He's so dreamy." she softly spoke, not wanting to disturb the baby at all. "Hi sweetie, i'm your auntie!" carefully with her fingers, she caressed his cheeks.

"You both look so beautiful, i'll take a picture." Sophie said enthusiastically as she took out her phone.

Max was completely hypnotized as he looked at her. It was very out of character from him to play fake scenarios in his head, however, the intrusive thoughts of her having their kids was too hard to resist. He saw a smile on her that he hadn't seen before, he didn't know whether it was genuinely her or just his mind conveniently tricking him.

"Max, do you want to hold him?" she asked smiling.

"Of course." He replied, handing his older nephew to his sister. He sat next to his girlfriend and she carefully placed him on his arms, making sure he was holding him right. Max smiled as he looked at Lio.

"He's perfect!" she added while kissing him softly.

—

Sophie had prepared Max's favorite pasta which consisted of feta cheese and tomatoes; to know Max, it meant that you knew his weakness was Italian food, in fact, their first date had been at an Italian restaurant near the Amsterdam canal which wasn't that far from their current apartment.

They all ate together, with Luka sitting on Max's lap as the little boy couldn't seem to separate from his uncle. The image of both of them was simply adorable.

"It looks good on you, maybe you should give him a cousin." Victoria commented, looking at Max.

"Jimmy and Sassy are their cousins!" She jokingly replied, making all of them laugh.

"Well, we should see what the future holds, there's no rush, right?" Max added while holding her hand.

"Yeah, besides, I'd love for us to be nearer when that happens, this seems like a good place to raise kids." she explained.

"Yes, I really don't like monte carlo at all if you're having kids, you either raise them here or you homeschool them there." Sophie commented taking another sip of her wine.

Max barely had any school time as he spent the majority of his childhood competing in karting across europe so, it was understandable for his mom to care for his future grandchildren's education as she really didn't want him to make the same mistakes she did when she raised him, although Max never blamed his mom for his difficult childhood.

"Well, good thing is... we've got plenty of time to worry about that, I really don't think we'll always live there." Unintentionally, they were agreeing on something very important for both.

"Well, everything comes at the right time, doesn't it?" Victoria replied. "I'm just glad you guys make time to visit us here, specially in the middle of the season." she smiled.

"I'll make sure we come more often, don't worry about it!" she responded smiling at Max.

Once they were done, they all went back to the living room. The conversation drifted to how the season was going and how challenging would it be for him to get the title even though he had a comfortable lead at the moment. Sophie and Victoria were planning to attend the French grand prix since it fell on the day of Luka's 2nd birthday, besides, they would be joined by Tom —Victoria's partner—, who wasn't with them that night since his flight from rome to amsterdam got delayed.

She went upstairs for a moment to Luka's room to get the pacifier her sister-in-law had left on the changing station table. As she turned around, she was surprised to see Max entering the room and closing it almost immediately.

"I thought you were mad at me, maxie." she said smiling.

"I still am, and I can't help but notice you're wearing my favorite skirt, mijn liefde." He said while his fingertips played with the hem of the skirt.

"Oh so you have a favorite skirt? I didn't know." she asked, playing it dumb.

"I love how you parade around in these whenever you tease me." He added.

"And what if i told you I'm not wearing anything under it?" That wasn't a lie, he just was too mad earlier to notice it. Max's hand almost pulled off the skirt but she was quick to stop it. "I suggest you let me go downstairs as if nothing happened and then we can leave... if that's what you want, of course."

"You're getting too cocky." he said faking a smile.

"Out of all the places I'd love for you to fuck me, our nephew's nursery isn't even on the list." she added as she opened the door.

She left the room to quickly rejoin Victoria and Sophie downstairs. When they asked why she had taken so long, her excuse was that she got a bit of a headache so she had to lay down for a bit, to which they immediately shared their concerns.

"It must be the jet lag kicking in." Sophie commented. "Do you want a pill?"

"No, it's okay, it's probably nothing!" She said as Max walked back into the living room completely confused on what was going on.

"What's happening?" he asked, clearly confused as he had been with her just five minutes earlier.

"She's got a headache." His sister replied.

"Oh... are you okay?" He replied confused, yet to realize what she was doing.

"Yeah i'm fine, I just told them it's the jet lag, we've been awake since this morning so it's probably the exhaustion kicking in." she added with a grin. "We just need to rest a bit, don't we, Max?

All the pieces fell into place for Max as soon as he noticed the way she addressed him. They had played games like that before, however, it was the very first time he had no idea of what she was doing.

"Of course! why don't you guys go rest? I think it's best so you can sleep properly, we've got plenty of time together." Sophie suggested. Max couldn't believe the stunt she was putting on, it came off very easy for her.

"I agree with mom, besides, we can all go tomorrow to take a walk downtown since Tom's arriving in the morning!" Victoria added.

"Sure, we would love that! right, max?" She asked getting up.

"Yeah, why not?" he replied smiling, trying to act like he didn't know what she was doing.

"Well, it's settled! Now, go home and relax." Sophie reminded them. "Besides you still need to visit your father; there's plenty of stuff you need to do and you need enough energy for that." she added while looking at Max.

After a few minutes of saying goodbye, making sure Luka didn't realize they were gone since he'd cry, Sophie advising her what pills to take and Victoria reminding Max to pick up their little sister earlier, they had finally walked out of the place.

"Nice stunt you put out earlier." he commented as they got inside the car.

"It worked, that's all that matters, right?" she replied with an innocent smile.

"I suppose it is." He replied.

While he drove, her hand softly stroked his hair. He hadn't had a haircut in over a month so it was longer than usual which she liked a lot since it made it more satisfying to run her fingers through his hair, plus, it suited him. She wanted to persuade him into letting it grow a bit more.

"Can you let it grow for a few more weeks?" she asked with a grin.

"Would you like that?" he teased with his hand pressing her tight. "I feel you need to earn that."

"Oh, Really?" she replied with her hand pressing his crotch. "Do I need to suck you?"

"You need to do more than that, darling." he said while his hand kept pressing her tight, brushing his long fingers against her soft skin.

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Few minutes went by and they had arrived to their building. Something he loved about that place was the large window they had on their living room which overlooked the city's canal, both of them were keen on having a fantastic view from their penthouse, it also was majestic while he fucked her since their room also had a big view.

As soon as she pressed the button to their floor, he threw his arms around her and kissed intensely her neck. Max had waited so long to finally get what he wanted since the afternoon, specially when he had to endure watching her walk around with that skirt during those last few hours.

"Max... fuck!" she moaned while his hand went inside her skirt, his fingers lightly touching her entrance, confirming what she had told him before.

"So no panties... you've been a very naughty girl today." he said devouring her lips until the elevator doors opened again. As soon as they got inside the apartment, he pinned her against the nearest wall, his hands going under her blouse to massage her boobs while kissing her.

His lips went further down her neck, making sure he left marks all over it, to let her know, once again, she belonged to. As he was too busy sucking her sensitive skin, she tried to find some stability through the grip her fingers had on his hair while letting out whines the longer Max sucked her neck.

"I want to suck you, please." She begged.

"I'm afraid tonight it's about you, I need to fuck some manners into you, don't you think?" he explained with a mischievous smile.

"But... I really missed this, I want your cock in my mouth." Her incessant begging made him even harder.

He enjoyed how eager she was; his ego was flying across the room as he wrapped his arms around her tights, sucking them as he made his way to her entrance. She gripped onto the bedsheets tightly as her back arched due to Max's position between her legs.

"You'll be the death of me, baby" she mumbled. He loved when she called him by all the pet names she had for him, that was his soft spot and she knew how to use it to her advantage.

Max was known by many people as a reckless driver with a strong personality and, on the bed, it wasn't any different; he liked to be rough after certain time apart, he wanted to be in control as much as he was inside his car, even more when she acted like a brat and, fortunately for him, that day she had ticked all the boxes.

He licked a stripe through her folds, groaning as he noticed how impatient she was growing as he pleased her. He couldn't hold himself anymore, he wanted to feel her as much as he could, so that's exactly what he did. His tongue swirled inside of her while her legs were shaking, she let out another moan as he deepened his movements.

"Mijn liefje, i need you to stay still for me." He said while his hand traced circles on her middle. "Be good for me."

"Yes, I promise." she replied almost through a whimper.

Laying naked in bed had her moaning endlessly. Max had many ways to show how much he had missed her, the most telling one, was always the sex. That night was no different, she felt a sort-of shine on his eyes while he focused on pleasuring her as much as he could; certainly, they both needed to release all that steam, specially after leaving him all alone earlier. She was lying if she said she wasn't turned on before they left the house, however, she was aware of how good the sex was when she spent the day teasing him.

He slide a finger through her folds which made her tremble while her moans filled the room. Max tried not to give in yet since he wanted to hear her beg for it, however, her wetness was such that he felt the need to see her cum all over his mouth, clearly, he wanted to make her feel good but also to get what he felt entitled to earlier that day.

"Do I make you feel good, liefje?" He asked, introducing another finger which sent waves of pleasure all over her body.

She couldn't make out the words as his fingers moved with such ease; he knew her body very well, what she liked, what she didn't, what would put her on edge. As his fingers relentlessly fucked her, he had his eyes set on her, he wanted to see in real time how she crumbled at his touch.

"Use your fucking words." he encouraged with a smirk on his face.

"Yes! You make me feel so fucking good." she replied breathlessly.

"You're mine, all mine." he said with such possessiveness that almost made her come undone. Her legs trembled as she couldn't hold her high for much longer, she needed to cum.

Max knew she was close, for which he simply increased his pace while his mouth left marks all over her middle, being aware that in the morning her whole body would be scattered with red and purple marks. His cock was twitching inside his pants, not wanting to wait any longer to have it inside of her.

"Cum all over my fingers, let go." he said, and that was all it took for her to have, perhaps, one of the best orgasms she's had in weeks; it was always like that whenever they hadn't seen each other in a while, however, that night was something else.

She was a mess as she came, clenching around his fingers as her whines were the only sound coming from the room. Max groaned as he looked at the mess he had caused; he had the biggest smile on his face as he licked his fingers without breaking eye contact, wanting her to see how she tasted.

"My girl tastes so good." he said as he slammed his mouth against hers. She licked her own cum from his lips as it was all over hers; his tongue had her whining and sending her over the edge as she still wanted to have him inside of her. Her hands went quickly to his pants, and as she tried to unbutton it, he stopped her of doing so.

"I want to make you feel good, I haven't even congratulated you for winning." she said while caressing his cheek.

"You do make me feel good, lieverd" Max replied just before sucking her neck, leaving another trace of him on her skin. "But I want you bouncing on top of me, would you like that?" He asked.

He took off the last item of clothe he still had on, discarding it somewhere in the room which was already a mess considering their clothes were scattered on the floor.

Shifting positions, he smirked at the sight of her, naked, on top of him ready to ride him but, what he hadn't notice at all was the gold necklace she was wearing; he gave her that on their anniversary earlier that year, it had his name engraved at the front while their anniversary date was on the back.

"You look absolutely beautiful with my name on your neck" he mentioned as his fingers touched the piece of jewelry hanging around her neck, with a lustful look on his eyes while detailing it. "Do you ever take it off?"

"I would never, that's my way of having you close when you're not here" she replied, leaning close to his ear, "To feel you during the lonely nights when I've got no other option but to touch myself." If that didn't send Max to edge, nothing would've. He adjusted himself inside of her; a groan leaving his lips as she sat on him, moving slowly around his cock.

As red bull's golden boy, he was used to be in control of everything, to have everyone and everything work around him, so nights like these were exactly what he liked after bossing everyone from thursday to sunday; having his girlfriend on top of him while his hands could rest on her ass or, having his mouth all over her tits, were some of the things he was so used to that, he wouldn't change for anything else.

"You take my cock so well, prinses" he groaned, slapping her ass.

The feeling of his skin slapping against hers, filled the entire room with grunts and moans from both of them. His hips moved upwards, keeping up with her pace as his hands slapped her cheeks constantly, almost certain that by the morning she'd wake up covered by marks all over her body; with the physical reminder of him which should last her a couple of days. As she increased her pace, she leaned forward, causing Max to suck one of her tits while her hands gripped onto his shoulders.

"It feels so good... Don't leave me again for that long" she mentioned, causing him to run his fingers through her damp hair with a smirk on his lips.

He had missed the sex, the intimacy, the closeness of their skins as he pounded inside of her, those sounds that escaped her lips which were exclusively for him. Their relationship was indeed so much more than sex, however, nothing beat the feeling of coming back from a tough weekend and knowing she was waiting for him; perhaps it wasn't entirely the sex what he longed, instead, it was the assurance that there was someone waiting for him at home that, whether a race went right or wrong, was there to comfort him if he needed to.

"I won't, trust me, schatje" he reassured with a smile as his arms wrapped around her middle.

"You're driving me nuts, max" she said in a thin voice.

"You've been a very naughty girl" he replied with a smirk "my beautiful naughty girl"

"Just for you, as always" she let out with a giggle.

"You're taking my cock so well, my sweet sweet girl" he praised. "I don't know what I did to deserve you" those words held a lot of truth.

All he had known for most of his life was the toxicity between his parents before and after their divorce, the same that made him live with his dad as he pursued his dream and, subsequently, made him grow apart from his mom and sister for most of his teenage days; growing up with toxicity around him, made Max think that, perhaps, he was better off on his own than being a carbon copy of his Dad with the way he handle his relationship with Sophie.

It took him a while to open up fully with her, however, he couldn't feel more lucky to have found someone on whom he could always rely on —just like she could rely on him whenever she needed to— and have a healthy relationship. According to him —and this was something he told his closest friend about once—, she changed the way he perceived love.

Her walls clenched around him, there was no denying that she was close to come undone at that point. She cursed his name out as her hips rocked back and forth against him, feeling all sorts of things as her orgasm started building up. She was seeing stars at that point; having max's mouth all over her tits, while his hands gripped onto her hips, sent an unmeasurable amount of pleasure inside her, especially when he knew her weaknesses and, in usual max style, played them against her perfectly.l

"I'm close" she said breathlessly.

"Do you want me to fill you up, liefje?" he asked almost in a whisper, knowing exactly that's what she wanted.

"You shouldn't play dumb with me, you know" she replied. "Please."

"I should fuck a baby into you, don't you think?" The words slipped up his mouth, however, he knew what he was doing; max thought again about the conversation on the plane, and he couldn't stop fantasizing about it as she moved up and down his cock.

Before she could say anything, he tightened his embrace around her middle, being at such proximity that her tits were pressed against his chest while his mouth left wet kisses all over her neck. Max was about to come undone when he placed his left hand on the side of her face, pushing back her messy hair in an attempt to let her have a better visibility of him.

"Let go." he whispered softly in her ear while his movements were nothing but rough.

As she gripped tightly onto his shoulders, they both came at the same time; her orgasm came crashing into her while he whispered in her ears words that were only between them, things that would always stay between those four walls. They shared a heated kiss as his hand rubbed her back, feeling her soft skin on his fingertips.

She laid her head on his chest, clearly exhausted by all that action since they had arrived. The comfortable silence ruled the room as they allowed themselves a moment of peace, however, that swiftly changed as she looked at him once again, ready to ask him about what he had said a few minutes before.

"You want a baby?" she said almost in a thin voice, which was perfectly audible for him.

"I mean... I don't see myself with anyone else" he confessed while he stroked her hair with a lot of tenderness "I'd love for you to be the mother of my children, lieverd"

"Oh, darling... I'd love that too" she said smiling as she drew small circles on his skin. "But are you thinking straight? I understand everything we talked abou to—"

"Yes, I am." Max was quick to cut her off, reassuring her about what he wanted "I've never been more sure about anything in my life and, I want to do it with you"

She pressed a soft kiss on his chest with a small smile on her lips; the hopefulness that filled her that night was unmeasurable, it meant everything to hear him say those words, specially when she knew it came with a lot of sincerity.

"Your Mom would love to have another grandchild!" he smiled while he drew small circles on her skin.

"Yeah, she would also want to live with us during the whole pregnancy" he joked.

Their future looked bright for many reasons but, the idea of a kid made it brighter and exciting. For her, it was a beautiful moment she was looking for, meanwhile, for Max, it was not only exciting but also, a way to finally break a cycle, have a family of his own and leave behind the demons of his childhood.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x oc #f1 smut #f1 one shot #max verstappen imagine #f1 imagine #max verstappen x you #formula one x reader #formula 1 fic

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SR] going my way (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Yeah, looking great. All of you have really grasped the movements and flow. How about we take a short break?

Sakuya: Okay!

Masumi: …

Kuromi: *Pant, pant*… acting is lots of fun, but pretty darn tiring~.

Masumi: …Hey. Here’s water for you.

Kuromi: Ooh, thank you, Masumi! How thoughtful of you ♪

Masumi: Not really. I’ll be in trouble if my co-star can’t appear because they’re exhausted.

Kuromi: *Gulp, gulp* … pwah, refreshing! Oh yeah, your performance in our rehearsal just now looked awesome. Good job.

Masumi: Obviously. …Kuromi, I think we can come up with more hand gestures or movements in your first scene.

Kuromi: In the scene I first announce myself?

Masumi: Yeah. Like waving our hands like this for example… Or pressing our backs together.

Kuromi: Ooh, like this?

Masumi: More like this.

Kuromi: How does this look?

Masumi: …Not bad at all.

Kuromi: Hum, hum. Thanks for the advice, Masumi! By the way, I’m happy you’re teaching me lots of stuff and all, but don’t you have to stay with the rest of the Spring troupe members?

Masumi: I’ll get dragged into that.

Kuromi: That?

Citron: Tsuzuru, let’s practise our manzai too! I watched Hello Kitty’s video and it was really funny and high-level stuff. We can’t lose to her!

Tsuzuru: Err, where are you getting this sense of rivalry from!

Sakuya: Yeah, I’m supporting you!

Chikage: Heh, I can’t wait to watch.

Itaru: I love that video too. Go off, Tsuzuru~.

Tsuzuru: Hold on! Chikage-san, Itaru-san, help me out here! I appreciate your support Sakuya, but now isn’t the time!

Kuromi: They look like they’re having fun. Isn’t that great?

Masumi: If you get caught up in that, you'll be forced to laugh until you run out of energy. It’s tiring, so no thanks.

Kuromi: But Spring troupe is a group of friends including you, isn’t it?

Masumi: We’re friends… but we’re family.

Kuromi: Family? That means they’re precious to you, right!

Masumi: …Right.

Kuromi: You’re a lucky guy to get to act with those guys then, aren’t you!

Masumi: …I suppose so. Do you have anyone precious to you, Kuromi?

Kuromi: Well, duh!

Masum: …What kind of people are they?

Kuromi: Umm, you know—first, I have Baku, my sidekick. Then there’s everyone in KUROMI'S5. And… …

Masumi: And…

Kuromi: And… My Melo.

Masumi: My Melo?

Kuromi: My Melody! She’s my rival… and my important friend. …

Masumi: …Hmm.

Kuromi: A-anyways! Masumi, you said you wanted to talk about love earlier, didn’t you! So, how’s that going? Do you have someone you like?

Masumi: …I do.

Kuromi: Wow, really? Who, who!?

Masumi: …

Izumi: Banri-kun, do you have a second? It’s about the scene just now. The standing position here is…

Kuromi: Masumi, is the person you like…

Masumi: …

Kuromi: Heh… I get it now.

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#a3!#a3! translation #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!#this is so surreal #but also blessed

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onboardsorasora · 5 months

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Max in a suit is delicious and I think Tennis!Dan agrees. Its Prize Giving Season for our Champs

Part 1 | Part 31 | Part 33

Part 32

Daniel leaned against Max’s shoulder in the car that took them through the Baku city streets. He was a little nervous about going to the FIA Prize Giving Gala. It was about to be a whole night of pomp and circumstance and honestly he expected to be bored out of his mind. Mentally, he was already preparing to deal with the WTA gala the following week.

He glanced over at his boyfriend and a smirk pulled at his lips, he looked amazing. Yummy even, in his tuxedo. He'd flicked Max's floppy bowtie and Max had huffed a laugh at him in return.

Max's hand rested on Daniel's thigh, thumb brushing over the fabric that covered the flower tattoo. He gazed out the window disinterestedly and Daniel couldn't help but stare at his profile that got lit up periodically by streetlights.

“So what can I expect tonight? Sit at the table and look pretty?” Daniel teased. Max snorted and squeezed his thigh.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Max thought for a moment, staring at the roof of the car. “They're gonna have me doing a bunch of interviews and giving trophies to other champions y’know. Of course, it's a lot of boring stuff.”

“It's lot of responsibility being champion.” Daniel laughed when Max scowled at him.

“Obviously I would rather we are at home with the cats. Than doing all of this stupid shit for the fia to feel better about themselves.”

“Well you have the easy job Maxy, you get to talk about racing all night. I have to be interesting to everyone else.”

“You are of course, very interesting Daniel.” Max cupped Daniel's cheek and pecked his lips just as the car rolled to a stop. Daniel gazed adoringly at Max before schooling his expression to something more toned down and not so private when the door opened to the flashes of photographers.

They walked the blue carpet, stopping for each publication before posing at the main backdrop at the top of the path. They made a stunning pair in their sharp tuxes. Daniel's hair was styled perfectly, not a curl out of place, to match the textured waves of Max's haircut.

They were led into the ballroom and shown to their seats before the first PA came and collected Max. Daniel went to the bar, getting a glass of red wine before walking around to look at everything that was on display.

There were some cars, well parts of them, an old McLaren sidepod here, a Sauber front wing there. He stood in front of an older Red Bull that had Max's name printed on the side and sipped from his glass. The placard called it the RB12 from 2016.

He tried to remember how his own 2016 season went, if there would be anything from that year worth putting on display. Maybe his racquet from Wimbledon? He didn't know, this was a Blake question.

Someone stood beside him, one hand holding a glass of something and the other in the pocket of his trousers. Daniel glanced over and Mark smiled back at him, it was always good to see the other man.

“What's the significance of this car? I know I'm missing something.” Daniel grinned openly when Mark snorted at him.

“I'm surprised you didn't Google Max or something.”

“I did! Like when we first met.” Daniel laughed and shrugged as if to say that he didn't remember what he read. What did he need to read Max's wiki page for when he could be spending his time basking in his presence?

“This is the car he got his first win in. He'd been called up mid season to replace Daniil and he won the first race he drove for Red Bull.”

“Ah yeah I get it now. He said they're gonna like wheel out Rocky when he collects his trophy. So it'll be kinda like a first win last win sorta uh juxtaposition– is that the right word?”

“Yeah something like that.” Mark confirmed.

“Oh great, now I gotta call the WTA and have them put out like my socks from my first win or something. Can't have Max show me up at my own prize giving.”

Mark clapped Daniel on the shoulder as they laughed together before Oscar saddled up and they began chatting about cricket and Aussie rules football.

A PA came to collect Oscar and then Daniel and Mark separated to find their seats. Daniel was relieved to see Geri sitting beside his assigned seat and he gratefully plopped beside her exaggeratedly.

“Thank God, I thought I was gonna be bored by myself.” He rested his head on Geri's shaking shoulder and she laughingly patted his cheek.

“Don't worry, I'll keep you entertained.” She grinned.

“You look lovely by the way. A vision.” Daniel gushed as he eased up.

“Thank you darling, you look gorgeous yourself. You clean up nicely when you're not wearing clothes with holes in them.” she teased him back, giggling at his wounded face.

“Ginger! I thought we were friends!” Daniel laughed, unable to keep up the bit. They chattered for a little bit longer, taking selfies together and teasing Christian who had come to sit before the ceremony started. Christian watched them warily, knowing from previous experiences that nothing good came from them teaming up against him.

Daniel smiled when Max crossed the stage, presenting trophies to the various karting champions. He looked sweet, doting on the children. Daniel's phone then vibrated with a new message, only two contacts could breach his DND.

Maxy❤️

Second floor men's room.

Daniel smirked as he got up, meandering to the back of the ballroom and through one of the exits. He found the bathroom relatively easily and ducked in quickly after making sure the coast was clear. The hallway had been deserted but you never know.

Max engaged the lock behind him and Daniel spun to see his beautiful boyfriend grinning at him.

“Hey Champ.” Daniel teased and Max pressed him against an empty wall. They kissed hungrily, grasping at each other like starving men. As if they hadn't seen or fucked each other for weeks.

Max swallowed Daniel's moan as he pressed his thigh in-between Daniel's. Daniel rutted against the thick muscle, breathing deeply.

“Fuck…” Daniel groaned and Max sank to his knees before him. He watched as his boyfriend made quick work of his zippered fly and swallowed his cock. Holding in his moans became harder.

Max was insistent, and thorough. He worked Daniel over, licking and groaning as if he was about to win the world championship of dick sucking. Daniel wanted to give him every trophy ever.

He was barely able to keep his hands out of Max's hair, instead clenching the shoulders of Max’s jacket and biting his own fist when that became too much. The heat of sensation zinged up and down his spine and it truly took all of his willpower to not thrust into Max's mouth. Even if he knew the man on his knees would appreciate it.

He came with a long exhale that turned into a wanting groan as he watched Max swallow every drop and then lick him clean. Daniel stood against the wall, dazed, while Max set his clothes to rights. When he stood, Daniel grasped Max's jaw and pulled him closer, kissing his swollen pink smirking lips and licking a smear of his own come off of Max's lip freckle.

“Mmm fuck I should get you a trophy if this is what I get when you're supposed to collect em.” Daniel smiled lazily against Max's lips, feeling his huffing laugh.

“I don't think I told you how incredible you look.” Max offered as an explanation with a shrug.

“You don't look too bad yourself beautiful. especially up there being amazing.”

Max flushed, looking away shyly at the compliment. They lingered in each other's presence for a little longer before deciding to make a quick getaway.

Daniel made it back to his seat without any issues, presenting Geri with a new glass of wine as an excuse for his absence. She smiled and accepted the glass before explaining what he missed.

Red Bull’s trophy was then awarded and both Daniel and Geri stood in applause. Lewis and Sergio collected their trophies afterwards and then Max's award was called. Daniel didn't expect for the backdrop to open up and Max to walk out flanked by Rocky and backlit dramatically. He looked amazing, very powerful and important and Daniel needed him again– now.

He took pictures and mentally undressed Max as he stood there smirking to the crowd, speaking into a mic with his breath smelling like Daniel's dick and come. Daniel couldn't wait to get back to their hotel room.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis au #tennis!dan

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comraderoscoes · 1 year

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Andrew Shovlin in a recent interview talking about Lewis and his work ethic:

“I’ve worked with Lewis now for a long time and he is a driver who has a really impressive feel for what the car is doing.

If you can get the car where he needs it to be, we know far and well what he’s capable of. And, yeah, we’ve worked with each other for sufficiently long enough that we can have whatever conversations need to be had.

We all like to think we develop as we go through our careers, and if you knew what you know today 10 years ago, then I think we’d all have been more successful.

Lewis, as a driver, puts an awful lot of effort into looking for where that edge is going to come from. That constant searching for how he can emerge into a new season as an even better driver than the one that we had before is just borne out of his love of winning.

He doesn’t want to be beaten. He’s very engaged with the engineering process now, he’s talking to all [engineering departments] – on the aerodynamics side, and vehicle dynamics side.

He’s very familiar with all the people within the team and he knows where to go to ask questions and give feedback. Ultimately, it’s a problem that we’ll all solve together.

I think the mechanism by which he is always looking to improve has always been there, the difference is he has realised how much more he can draw out of the team and the people around him to help that learning and that improvement phase.

And that’s the thing: he’s become more and more comfortable and settled within the team, and confident and happy to go and speak to different people about different areas. He’s just drawing more effectively on the resource.

But, ultimately, if he finds an area that he thinks he’s not good enough at, he just solves it by hard work.

The amount of work a driver has to do these days out of the car, the homework – understanding what the tyres are going to do, what do I need to be doing to manage them well, how am I going to get them at the right window in qualifying – that workload is much higher than it’s ever been.

And very often you’ll see Lewis as being one of the last drivers to, if not the last driver, to leave the paddock. He’s just going round and round, making sure he knows what it is he needs to do.

In the early part of the year, there’s no doubt, whether you’re talking about Toto’s relationship with the engineering team or engineering’s relationship with Lewis, there was quite a lot of stress and pressure and anxiety, and difficult conversations, because we simply hadn’t done anywhere near a good enough job.

I think for Lewis it was particularly challenging coming off the back of 2021. He knew how he wanted to respond in 2022 and we were unable to give him a car to allow him to play that role. And it was definitely a difficult time. But I think the process has been good for the team.

One of the biggest challenges we had was sticking together and working together, which we’ve come through well and I think the experience will serve us well further down the line.

There were some difficult points where we know that the car that we gave them in Baku, in Montreal, in Imola and all those races – it was bordering on dangerous.

And that certainly focuses your attention to make sure that we dig ourselves out of that position and start giving them something that they can race in again.

But the whole team has been through a lot with Lewis, and it’s great that we have such an experienced driver when we’ve had such a challenging year.

Hopefully, we’re now through the worst of that challenge and we can get on with the next challenge, which is hopefully fighting our way back to the front and fighting for championships.”

#lewis hamilton #people who know him gushing about lewis >>#Andrew shovlin #mercedes #now give him the car you Wally

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umgeorge · 1 year

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george russell is interviewed on media day [part 1], miami, florida, u.s. - may 4, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "George Russell, it's great to see you back here in Miami. Hectic week; back-to-back weekends with races, long travel. How are you feeling?" George: "I'm feeling okay. I mean, we're doing what we love, obviously, and everybody in this paddock is, but back-to-back with Baku, Miami, is an eight hour time difference, I think fourteen hour flight. Pretty heavy." Interviewer: "Did you get to pop home for a bit?" George: "Yeah, I went home. I went home, so kind of on the way. Two nights in my own bed makes a big difference when you're away from home for 250 days a year, so..." Interviewer: "Who's counting?" George: "I'm counting." [laughs] Interviewer: [laughs] "Absolutely. It's just the fifth race of the season, which testing, I'm sure, feels like ages ago, at this point. How would you maybe describe the progress the team has made thus far?" George: "I'm not too sure, to be honest. It's been a lot of lessons we've learned on these opening four races. I think we do understand where the car operates best, but ultimately we're not as fast as we should be and want to be, and we've got a lot of ground to catch up. With Red Bull, it's pretty impresive to see what they've done. They've got some trick bits on their car and the results are showing with them, but if they weren't here it would have been a pretty exciting season because ourselves, Ferrari, and Aston Martin, there's a pretty good fight at the moment. We're so close in performance. One week it can go either way, so that's what Formula 1 should be about." Interviewer: "What's it been like competing against Red Bull? Is it somewhat frustrating? Is it moreso out of admiration for the car that they've put together?" George: "I mean, you have to respect the job they've done. They've ultimately done a better job than the rest and, as I said, the results are showing that. We've got a lot of work to catch up, but I think the progress that you're seeing Aston Martin make, for example, shows it is possible to make big leaps, so that's what we're looking to achieve sooner than later. But Red Bull are just in a league of their own at the moment, and they look so solid, and yeah, it's a bit of a shame for all involved, but I don't really know, to be honest, any more than that." Interviewer: "Motivating, though, nonetheless." George: "Yeah, for sure it's motivating. We need to do better, and we got a taste of victory last year, and we wanna taste that champagne again and again, and that's what’s motivating all of us; not just myself and Lewis, but the 2,000 people back at the factory building the car, building the engine. We're fighting like hell to get back there." Interviewer: "Do you see differences in yourself as a person or as a driver, from year two to year one?" George: "No. I think, naturally, developing as a driver, as a person... The sort of landscape of Formula 1 has changed a lot in the last few years, so dealing with that on a personal level, when I think most people within Formula 1 are recognized all over the world now, and that's something you just need to get used to. When you go to these races, there's so many fans, so many supporters, which is great. When you're away, if you're on holiday or in between races, everybody recognizes you, which is amazing to see where Formula 1 is at the moment. But from my side, I just wanna win. I'm fighting like hell to try and get back there and, as I said, as a team, this is what we're chasing." Interviewer: "You mentioned the notoriety. Was there a moment where you were on holiday or you were out and about, maybe going to the grocery or something just frivolous, where somebody recognized you and you thought, oh wow, my career has taken off. My notoriety has started to take off and pick up?" George: "I think it may have been... I went on holiday to the Caribbean once, and I got to passport control, and before I even gave my passport to the chap behind the desk, he said, 'How you doing, George?'" Interviewer: "Oh, wow." George: "So that was probably... It was kind of, other side of the world, and..." Interviewer: "That's pretty cool." George: "Yeah! It's quite surreal, because I still feel like the same guy that I was ten years ago. I'm just doing what I love-that's racing-and I still feel humble and grounded. I don't feel like... I don't think I'm famous, for example. I think I'm just a normal guy. But then when you do get people recognize you, I have to sort of remind myself that I am in Formula 1, and obviously Formula 1's in the best place it's ever been, so you just kind of need to be aware of that."

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #miami gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #miami #miami 2023 #miami 2023 thursday

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doctorweebmd · 2 months

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I never knew what to say about zsg because, well, there are a lot of aspects about it that don't align with my usual taste, despite its objective high quality. I mean, I'm a sfw fan 😂 That said, I'm always in awe that with your busy job, you continue to feed us so well. I'm busy too and only going yo get busier, so it's an inspiration, as longfics are what I prefer to write as well (though it doesn't come nearly as naturally, lol). And, you're right, zsg deserves to hear the love and admiration I have for it, so here goes.

To start with, the fic definitely has residence in my head, despite reading it nearly a year ago. There are scenes I still think about. I was talking about then with a friend just a week ago. Since I don't have time to read fic these days (cries), the most I can do is go back to old fics and reread my favorite scenes, and I do that with zsg, because there are such high quality, top tier moments. The "you're looking at me" "I never stopped" ??? That might be the pinnacle bkdk. I can't believe I've never seen that before in a bkdk fic? Or if it was there, it didn't hit as hard.

I know you're not so into the falling action part of a fic, but I loved the last bits with bkdk. When Baku realizes Deku's staying? Those moments they have of figuring things out are so good. And the provisional exam being inspired by Kamino was great. Really clever and a nice homage. And, of course, very nice that Deku could be a hero again.

Also, the Shinsou content is perf. I always love a side character having a big part in a ship fic and that shinbaku relationship is exactly why. (Similarly, I loved All Might and Aizawa helping Baku out.) That flashback scene where Deku calls Baku Kacchan? So good. And so smart as a flashback, because it would have been too much in the actual timeline, but where you fit it in the plot was really really clever. I also generally love a flashback--unpopular opinion, but I do.

Those were some of my biggest highlights! I hope my little disclaimer at the top isn't totally assholish 💀 I think you're just great and really admire your openness and the things you try to tackle in fics and your incredible output. I hope you're doing well <3

ahhh Anjum thank you so much for sending this!!! AHHH i'm sorry i complain on here so often i was so embarrassed i deleted the post lmao

gosh yeah especially when you read sfw stuff in general! i have this habit of writing REALLY detailed and explicit sex scenes 😳 what made you read it, in that case? (obviously you dont have to answer!)

god. every time i think about their devotion to one another i want to combust into flames. think for much LESS we had to work with when we were writing a few years ago?! the way horikoshi has developed katsuki into this passionate, level-headed, absolutely hopelessly committed to Izuku - literally never saw it coming. these two deserve peace in the end. they deserve to live a life on their own terms. they just DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY

urgh its Izuku's DREAM and of course horikoshi is setting him up to lose one for all, i think thats been his intention from the beginning, but his life is only starting!!! he's only 15!!! you're telling me he's going to risk his life and lose the only thing he's ever wanted?! i wonder if horikoshi used all might in his big-old mecha suit as a hint that deku would still be a hero, just using assist devices. at least i hope. this kid deserves a chance. (i dont know if you're caught up on the manga?? i'm kind of ranting lol)

adjfakldjflk;asjdlfjasdfj ANYWAY WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE MY DAYYYYYY adsjfaldjfkl argh you just made me so happy especially because its been a long time and i forget parts about it but TO HEAR THAT EVEN THE PARTS THAT FELT LIKE A STRUGGLE WERE STILL ENJOYABLE?! urgh i appreciate you so much thank you for taking time out of your day to reassure a complainy weirdo like me

#🥺🥺🥺#i love you and appreciate you so much #i still remember izuku leaving U.A and that panel of him looking exhausted and saying 'a giant villain' was what inspired zsg #and just the thoughts of what katsuki would do. if izuku went full vigilante and disappeared #now we have SO MUCH. we have the apology. the izuku. the catching him in the rain. the literally thinking about him before he dies.#the instantly meeting eyes as he resurrects like some angel. them saving all might together.#god. i love they.

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blushinggray · 1 year

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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Focus! (My Hero Academia)

This fic was commissioned by a generous supporter. Thank you!

One Shot

Summary: Iida and Bakugou are paired up for a class activity where they must create exercises intended to help each other hone their abilities and improve in areas they need work on. Unfortunately for Bakugou, Iida is a little too used to his usual methods, so he’ll have to get creative...

A/N: This was a very different but very fun prompt to work on! I’ve read Iida/Bakugou fics before but never tried my hand at one until now. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Word Count: 2,573

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“This is so stupid.”

Iida sighed. If he was honest, he wasn’t thrilled about having been paired up with Bakugou for this assignment any more than the blonde was happy to be paired with him. But this was the hand they’d been dealt, so for better or worse, they just had to roll with it. “Just try it. You never know until you try.”

Bakugou gave him a withering glare. “Shut up with that sappy bullcrap.”

“It may be sappy, but it’s true.” Iida glanced out to a different part of the field the class was using for the afternoon, watching Deku and Uraraka work together flawlessly, no arguing involved. If only he’d been so lucky. He sighed again, turned back to his activity partner. “At least give it a chance. You want to pass, don’t you? I doubt Mr. Aizawa would be willing to let you try again with someone else. He paired us off on purpose.”

“I’m not playing leapfrog with you, four eyes,” Bakugou snapped, crossing his arms defiantly. “Think of something else.”

Iida rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out in a huff. “The exercise is meant to help you with your precision so you don’t blast everyone within a mile radius to kingdom come when you’re fighting villains. You can’t blow up civilians and call yourself a hero. Just try it, Bakugou.”

“Tch.” The blonde rolled his eyes as well, annoyed. “Fine. Get down then, class rep.”

Iida had to admit, he was a bit nervous as he crouched down in the grass, turning his back to his partner. Bakugou wasn’t exactly known for his care and concern, so it was highly likely he’d end up in Recovery Girl’s office before the day was over. Still, it was for the greater good if it helped the atomic teen realize that he needed control when out in the real world.

“Ready?” Bakugou grumbled from a few paces away.

“Ready,” Iida confirmed, then squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to stay put.

Bakugou sprinted toward him, leapt into the air, and fired two explosives directly in front of and behind Iida, attempting to incinerate the area around him but not the man himself. What happened instead – as Iida had been afraid of yet also kind of predicted – was that he got too enthusiastic with it and wound up scorching the backside of the class rep’s gym clothes. Thank goodness it wasn’t easily flammable, or he’d have been in more pain than merely a glancing (yet stinging) blow.

The blonde’s eyes widened in surprise when he heard Iida grunt, holding onto his back as he paced in circles, walking it off. He frowned. “Did I get you?”

“Yes,” Iida replied. There was no point in lying about it, and besides, Bakugou needed to see how his carelessness affected others. “But that’s the point of this exercise. To hone your aim and not blast civilians when on the battlefield for real.”

Bakugou was silent for a long moment. Then he shifted on his feet and muttered, “When you’re done being a baby about it, I’m ready to try again.”

They practiced like this for several minutes, Bakugou leaping over Iida again and again. The latter gradually became less worried when he realized the blonde was actually trying now. He was gradually improving, too. By the time he’d jumped nearly thirty times, he was doing a great job of blowing up the area around him over and over without so much as a smoke plume touching the class rep.

Eventually Iida stood and nodded approvingly. “Very good, Bakugou. I’d say this exercise was good practice for you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou grumbled back, rolling his shoulders, unbothered. “It wasn’t bad. Now it’s your turn, I guess. What do you want to do?”

“The point is for you to come up with an exercise for me.”

“Like I know how to train someone so dang fast.” Bakugou thought for a moment, then grudgingly rephrased his question. “What do you feel like you need to work on?”

Iida had to admit, it was a good inquiry. He pondered for a moment. As far as top speeds, he was confident. His turning accuracy and ability to stop on a dime were also good. “Well…I suppose running with focus is something I could stand to improve on.”

“Running…with focus,” the blonde intoned, clearly lost. “The heck does that even mean?”

“I mean, when I’m running I’m very often distracted by what’s happening around me. Especially in the mock battles we do. I’m always trying to clue in on what my fellow heroes are doing rather than staying focused on the task at hand, whether that’s chasing down a villain or running to rescue the next person falling from a tenth-story window. If a citizen is in danger in the sky and I get distracted by someone on the ground calling for help—”

“The person falling turns into a pancake. Yeah, all right, I get it. Gimme a second.” Bakugou turned and started pacing, ever irritated but obviously trying to come up with some kind of exercise to fit Iida’s criteria. After a long moment, he said, “Are you strong enough to carry me?”

Iida blinked. “Yes, I believe so.”

Bakugou smirked. “Then I think I’ve got an idea.”

Minutes later, the blonde was shouting at his classmate. The usual stuff, really, only this time he was doing it from a piggyback position in Iida’s arms as he ran as fast as he could manage under the circumstances.

“This is as fast as you can go? Give me a break! You’ll never be the next Ingenium if you can’t run any faster. You know there are villains without super speed who could catch up to you right now. Hey, are you listening? Go faster, four eyes!”

Iida was, in fact, listening. He was hearing all of it. The problem was, he didn’t find it distracting in the least. Finally he came to a stop and set Bakugou down.

“What’s the matter?” Bakugou mocked, clearly having fun with his ‘exercise.’ “Don’t tell me you’re worn out. I thought you were strong.”

“This isn’t working,” Iida replied evenly, not even winded as he turned to look at him.

“What?”

“I’m not distracted at all.”

“What?! Why not?”

“Because…” Iida hesitated, but decided to go on anyway. “I’m used to blocking out your yelling.”

Bakugou blinked at him, surprise written across his features in the split second before it gave way to frustration. He threw up his hands. “Well, good for you, Mr. I-Wasn’t-Even-Listening.”

Iida decided not to explain that he was listening, he just wasn’t taking any of it seriously enough for it to bother him.

“Fine, I have another idea,” the blonde snapped before he could say anything. “Let’s go again, smart aleck!”

This time when Iida started running, he was surprised when his classmate began raining down blows on him. Not enough to really hurt, thankfully, but still enough to definitely be a distraction.

“Ow! Hey, what are you—?!”

“Hah! Bet it’s not so easy to brush me off when I’m kicking and screaming, is it?” Bakugou sounded victorious, a wicked grin evident in his voice. “Can’t block me out now! What’s the matter? Run faster if I’m so easy to ignore. Oh, sorry, am I blocking your view?” He reached over to cover Iida’s eyes, making the taller boy slow way down to just a light jog.

“Bakugou, this is dangerous—”

“Yeah, and standing in range of my blast radius definitely wasn’t dangerous.”

Well, he had a point there.

“Ouch!” Iida yelped suddenly, reaching a hand up to defend himself on instinct, making Bakugou tumble off his back and halfway to the ground in an ungraceful heap. “Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

But Bakugou was undeterred. In fact, he looked on top of the world for having made the class rep falter like that. “Getting to you now, aren’t I?”

“P-Perhaps we should reconsider—” Iida was cut off when the blonde climbed back onto him like a koala, wrapping his legs around his middle, steadying himself with one hand while karate-chopping with the other. “Bakugou!”

“Well? Try running again. Bet you can’t anymore!”

“I really don’t think this level of violence is necessary!”

“Quit being a goody two-shoes, four eyes!” Bakugou growled, pinching the back of his ribs. “Go!”

Instead, Iida arched his back and nearly lost his footing. “Okay, w-we really need to come up with something else—”

Bakugou pinched him again, this time drawing a giggle out of his classmate. “No way.”

Iida felt a jolt of panic rush through him. “W-Wait! Don’t get any ideheheas! Wait! Bahahahakugou!”

The blonde wasted no time latching onto this new information, pinching him relentlessly now, refusing to give up his position on Iida’s back even as the class rep jerked around and tried swatting him away, snicker after tiny, muffled snicker escaping his lips.

“Ah! S-Stohohop! Wait, please, lihihihisten – gah!” Iida clamped his arms to his sides, trying to protect himself from Bakugou’s wandering fingers as they wiggled their way further up his ribs to a more sensitive area.

“Wait for what? For you to start running like you’re supposed to?” Bakugou was having way too much fun with this newfound discovery, and it radiated from him with every teasing word. “I’m already waiting on that. Get a move on!”

“B-But I cahahahahan’t!”

“Then I guess lots of people are gonna die.”

“No vihihihihillain would dohohohoho this!”

“You don’t know that.” Bakugou’s voice became slightly more serious now, even as he fought to gain entry to a spot Iida was very obviously trying to protect. “They’ll do whatever it takes to stop us, won’t they? If you found out a villain was ticklish, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t resort to that if that was what it took to bring them down.”

Again, Bakugou had a point.

“F-Fihihine, just – just dohohohon’t mahahake it worse!” Iida begged as he took a step forward with immense struggle. Then another, and another. “Lehehet’s stahahahart off eheheheasy!”

Bakugou grunted his begrudging consent, continuing to randomly poke and prod and pinch the back of Iida’s torso as he gradually managed to get back up to a light jogging pace, giggling all the way. The whole situation was ridiculous, but the blonde had to admit it was kind of amusing, too. He both hoped someone would see this and make fun of Iida later and didn’t want a single soul to witness it and realize what Bakugou was resorting to doing right now. Funny as it was, it wasn’t worth ruining his reputation.

After a few minutes, Iida finally seemed to build up enough immunity to what Bakugou was doing to him to be able to actually run, albeit way slower than his top speed. Still, Bakugou decided it was time to kick it up a notch. Still using one hand to cling to Iida’s shoulder, he used his free one to snake around and dig into his belly and side.

Iida snorted, tripping over himself as he slowed back down to a fast walk. “Nohohohoho! I wahahahasn’t ready!”

“Tough luck, princess,” Bakugou shot back, unable to keep himself from chuckling a little. “Buckle up. This is gonna happen whether you’re ready or not!”

With that, he threw all pretense out the window and started tickling in earnest.

“Aieeeeek! Wahahahahaaait! Bakugou, nohohoho, this wasn’t the plahahahahahahan!” Iida cried as his laughter overtook him. He tried curling up but the blonde was always there, hiding behind him so he couldn’t see where he’d strike next, grabbing at his ribs, sides, waist – anywhere he could to turn him into a mess of helpless cackles and pleas for a reprieve.

“Tch, look at you, four eyes! All giggly and red,” Bakugou teased. If he meant for it to sound mocking, he certainly wasn’t doing a good job. He seemed to actually be having a lot of fun messing with his classmate this way. “Our great class rep is ticklish, huh? How long did you think you could hide it?”

“Plehehehease, stop, you’ve mahahahade your point!”

“Point? What point?” The blonde snatched his wrist and pulled it above his head faster than his victim could blink, digging his fingers into the exposed underarm. “I’m just tickling you for the heck of it now.”

Iida screeched, his knees giving out as he collapsed to the ground in a fit of laughter, legs kicking frantically but never hitting anything on the way down. “NAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! W-WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

“You keep telling me to wait, but you have to know that ain’t gonna happen.” Bakugou wrestled with him as he tickled, determined to keep at least one of his hands in an armpit, which was obviously a good spot to tickle, as it made Iida shriek and flail and guffaw like no other place he’d tried on the taller boy.

Iida, for his part, felt mirthful tears spring to his eyes as he laughed, kicking his feet out in a desperate attempt to catch Bakugou off-guard somehow. When that failed he started punching, but then the blonde forced him onto his back and took a seat on his waist, diving both hands under his arms and making him toss his head back with a hysterical scream.

“NONONONO NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! LET ME GO!! I GIHIHIHIHIVE UP!! I CAN’T – PLEHEHEHEHEASE, BAHAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“Villains wouldn’t let you go just because you begged for it,” Bakugou teased, letting one hand fly all over the rest of his classmate’s torso, observing what made him jerk and kick and shake his head frantically with great interest.

“YOU’RE NOT A VIHIHIHIHIHILLAIN!!”

“Thanks for stating the obvious.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHIHING!! JUST STOP – I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!!”

Hearing those words, Bakugou finally let up on his worst spot but continued to scribble lightly over Iida’s belly and sides, keeping him in soft giggles as he gasped for breath, hands grasping weakly at his assailants arms. Bakugou was certain he’d never seen Iida look so carefree.

“S-Stop, plehehehease,” Iida wheezed, tapping on his arm weakly. “I gihihihive; I cahahahan’t take any mohohohore.”

Bakugou squinted at him. Something inside him very much wanted to keep going, to make the smart aleck class rep absolutely beg him for mercy. But a stronger part of him – the hero part, perhaps – knew it was best to leave him be for now. So, after another minute of light scribbles and random poking, he finally crawled off of him and lay out on the ground beside his breathless activity partner, both of them staring up at the cloudy sky in silence.

“T-That was…quite the exercise,” Iida said at last, once he’d calmed down a bit.

Bakugou grunted. “You failed miserably, though.”

“I’m not sure how effective it would be to try again…”

“You said you wanted to be able to focus while running. If you can’t focus through that, you won’t be able to focus through anything.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Shut up or I’ll kill you.”

Iida laughed quietly. “I hate how often you’ve been right today.”

Bakugou scoffed and sat up. “Can’t stand to be outdone by me?”

“I’m just surprised by how thoughtful you’ve been, considering how much you were against this activity when we started out.”

“Yeah, well.” The blonde got to his feet and smirked over his shoulder at Iida. “Guess I learned to focus.”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou #iida #platonic #rivals #friends #playful #training #focus #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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I think the reward thing is not only challenging RB. Because I think Charles knows there is nothing he can do in the race. And as much as he says he wants to fight for wins he also is not delusional.

But the next target is Alonso and Merc/Aston Martin. Mercedes is not better in race pace at the moment and even in a single lap they are a bit behind still so I would say the target is AM. But Aston is way better in the race, they don’t eat tyres as much. So to fight as we’ve seen in Bahrain and Baku, we have to be in front. And also right now Carlos is still a bit too far behind pace wise (I know he qualified higher but I’m only talking about pure pace there and even this week end for now he is not really there. The gap to Fernando is not great)

I think that’s why Charles took this risk. And maybe the setup is compromised fo Sunday (race pace and maybe rain).

Still a mistake. And I think what’s worse is that he did the same twice which never happens to him. But also we want him to push always. And if he does not try then we are behind Merc and Aston and we should just work on next year. But we better win it then.

Season is still long. We’ve seen what he can do even with this years’ car (Bahrain, Jeddah until he got stuck and he started way behind, Baku) so it’s not too dramatic. It’s really more about what Twitter say right now, and it’s pointless.

Yeah, definitely a good point about Aston. They were kind of asleep last weekend, Alonso had DRS issues on his car, whatever. But this weekend they're definitely "back" to what we were used to. The good news is I guess there's only one AM in the top ten to worry about; but at the same time there's only one Ferrari to fend off Alonso, and usually Charles is the guy you want to try and keep a faster car behind. He's also generally better at balancing tyre management without compromising much on pace/performance. Alonso's already talking about wanting to overtake Checo right at the start so it sounds like he's not even rating Ferrari and jumping straight to how to beat RB which 💀

The frustrating thing is how extreme the extremes are when it comes to Charles? Like, he's celebrated for ten minutes for breaking the streak of Red Bull poles and giving hope that they can be challenged, even if just in qualy. But then he makes a mistake and people will linger on that and you'll be hearing about it for the next ten months as some kind of gotcha argument that his super licence should be revoked because he clearly can't drive. I mean 🥴🥴

I know "only as good as your last race" is a thing, and it affects all drivers to a degree, but it's gotten to a point where the recency bias and the knee-jerk reactions jump out if he has so much as a bad lap, or a bad session. Never mind a bad race. The race hasn't even happened yet, and he's already getting torn to shreds. I know he's mentally strong and mature enough to not let it get to him, but the discourse around him is frustrating to witness all the same. People are so reluctant to praise him for a job well done, to recognize that he's often going above and beyond in subpar machinery, but the second he makes a mistake the hammer comes down and suddenly everyone's a staunch critic coming out of the woodwork.

#replies #anonymous #also definitely upsetting and frustrating to see him fail in the same part of the track. he's been fighting it - or fighting the car #in that segment of the track since friday and it's :/#because he can put it incredible performances when he's in tune with the car but clearly it's not one of those weekends #discussions and predictions

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De Vries encouraged by very positive two races after tough start to season | 2023 Spanish Grand Prix

Nyck de Vries said the last two races marked an improvement for him following the difficulties he encountered in his first events as a full-time F1 driver. After finishing 14th in the first two races, De Vries was taken out of the Australian Grand Prix by Logan Sargeant. He had a particularly tough weekend in Baku where he tangled with his team mate in the sprint race and crashed out of the grand prix on the 10th lap. Miami went little better as he hit Lando Norris at the start and finished 18th. However De Vries said the two most recent races in Monaco and Spain were more encouraging. He was one of few drivers to make a single pit stop in the rain-hit Monaco race, finishing 12th ahead of his team mate Yuki Tsunoda. He produced another clean performance in Spain where he came 14th. “I think the last two races were very positive,” said De Vries. “Monaco was a solid, clean weekend and over the whole Barcelona event we showed a strong performance.” De Vries was left on the back foot in qualifying in Spain after spinning twice at turn 11 which ruined his tyres. “It was a shame I ran out of new tyres for Q2 because I’d have had a good shot at qualifying better, but these things can happen in tricky circumstances. In the race, I had a good start, but my inside line was compromised by two other cars losing time together. “There is still room for improvement, but I can definitely see we have good potential, so I’m continuing to focus on progressing and working the way I have recently been doing.” De Vries is one of two drivers yet to score a point this season, the other being fellow rookie Sargeant. However he believes AlphaTauri, who are ninth in the constructors’ championship thanks to Tsunoda’s two 10th-place finishes, are making progress with their car. “The team has done a great job over the last few races and I can see a clear upward trend as we are getting closer to the top 10. They have put in a lot of time, work and effort into better development of the car and bringing that to the track. It has definitely paid off in terms of competitiveness. “Having said that, the midfield is so tight, I don’t think you can always purely judge the development success on the final result, as you need more than performance to get a result in that midfield group.” This weekend’s race will be the first time he has competed at the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve. “It’s a very particular track,” said De Vries, “when you just look at the map, it seems like a simple layout but it’s quite tricky. “While most of the circuits we race on are all merging towards the same safety standards, run-off areas, kerbs and even the infrastructure, Canada is a track that is still unique and has its own special character.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 F1 season Browse all 2023 F1 season articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

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So then, not as exciting a race as Baku usually gives us, but not that bad. Let’s say it didn’t wake me up but it didn’t put me to sleep either. And I was pretty drowsy.

First off, thank goodness that incident at the end when Esteban came into the pits ended well. No idea why so many people thought it was fine to start walking onto the pitlane before the race was done but hopefully we’ll have stricter rules about that in the future. ‘Cause, goodness, that was nerve-racking.

Anyway, to my usual thing. Congrats to the podium finishers of Checo, Max, and Charles! Checo got a pretty lucky break when the safety car came out letting him jump Max, and from then on was pretty smooth sailing.

Well done to the rest of the top ten, too! In order we had Nando, Carlos, Lewis, Lance, George, Lando, and Yuki. Nando was actually pretty close to Charles at the end, under a second away I think. He might’ve actually caught up like he said if he had a few more laps. Lewis similarly was catching up to Carlos near the end, too. And George went for a quick pitstop near the end to secure a fastest lap point, which he did.

Good job to the rest of the race finishers, as well! In order we had Oscar Piastri, Alex, K-Mag, Pierre, Esteban, Logan Sargeant, Hulk, and Val. Hulk had a pretty good run for a bit, was up in the top ten, but fell back as I assume the tyre wear started to get to him. And Oscar did pretty good considering he was apparently not feeling so great this weekend.

Finally, we have the drivers who didn’t see the checkered flag. Nyck De Vries smacked into the barriers and snapped his suspension. And I suppose I was distracted at some point as I didn’t notice that Zhou retired from the race as well. Was likely a technical issue, sounds like. Well, hope both those guys have better races in the future.

So then, that’s my liveblogging done for today. I need to head off for a short nap I think. Next race will be very soon, in just a week’s time, and it’ll be in Miami. Good news for me as far as session times go. Maybe I won’t be as sleepy. :P So, until then, have a lovely rest of your day. Later!

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incurred a cross last night thinking of π all the things given out by 4 40/.. and I ready at 4 ¾ fine morning R16 ½° and F68 ¼° at 4 50/.. a.m. – off from Suramaskaia (Suram) at 5 17/.. at 5 34/.. good road left to Akhaltsikh and good village and a little farther (right) very picturesque old castle on fine high jet of rock and good village at its foot – at 6 village and old castle and about 10 minutes soon commence the ascent and pass of the low, beautiful wooded range of hill that separates Georgia from Imeretia – winding not very steep road thro’ forest – A- and I alight at 6 16/.. having come perhaps 200 yards uphill – at 6 ½ at top of a flat or plateau – all sides beautifully wooded – beech, aspens, a few pinus Sylvestris on tops of hills, and mixed, but not many, with the other wood – the road lined with white cluster-flowing red berried large maple-leafed shrub I know not at home that grew near the great leaning Elm – and with rhododendron ponticum (the 1st time I have seen it in these parts) – and with oak and beech hornbeam in abundance – very beautiful – and elm, and honeysuckle, (and wild pear and apricot? trees) and hazels and luxuriant common laurel (1st time), and privet – the 2 last and the rhododendron honeysuckle and hazel forming the beautiful thick under wood fringe on each side the road – the rhododendron not exceeding 3 or at most 4ft. high – none like the 5 and 6ft. talked of by colonel Broussiloff – got into the carriage again at 6 55/.. – walked 2 or 3 little bits afterwards and from 8 5/.. to 8 20/.. down and up and down hill, and here the fine gorge opens out a little – Elder and privet alder in flower near the stream and seringa studded with its pretty snow-white flowers – did not observe exactly where the stream began – 2 or 3 ft. wide at 1st and not more than 4 to 6ft. wide for a long while – probably we had it on beginning the actual descent – no stream before 6 55/.. – but probably we had it soon afterwards – at 7 or soon afterwards – It was 9 before we got down to the river a little bit of selvage on the other side .:. a little bit of opening – at the neat little station house Molitskii post at 9 ¼ the 1st station in Imerétie – charming drive from Suram here – fine wooded worthy-of-Pyrenees gorge – a bridge that we crossed ½ hour ago or more over deep ravine plunging into our gorge and wooded above and below, reminded me of the devils’ bridge over the ravine that plunges into the gorge ½ way between Pierrefitte and St. Sauvuer – very fine day – sun hot – the niecest tidiest cleanest coolest, neatly-estraded room I have seen in the Russian dominions expect the one at .............. going to Baku – breakfast – each our saucer of cold boiled rice and figs in ¼ hour and most excellent water till 9 40/.. – the clear beautiful little river running close below at the back of the house – off from Molitskii post at 9 55/.. beautiful wooded gorge, and still our river that we have had from the top (from 2 to 3ft. wide to now 4 or 5 yards I wrote this last sentence now at Koutaïs Monday 29 June at 4 10/.. p.m.) – at 10 50/.. bridge over our river and nice stream from little branch valley from the left joins it – by and by another glen and stream and fine old ruin of castle high on point of rock right – our more stream and little lateral valley afterwards – at 12 20/.. at Begiugorskii – nice little station house – one larger room and one smaller opening into it both neat and clean and divanned as at Molitskii post – could sleep here

quite as well as there – still in the gorge – merely bits of green pasture at the riverside now and then – many carts with large outres of wine and horses with packages – beautiful little partly wooded partly cultivated basin-valley in which our station house stands – at the last station and here little necessary at the back across the open court like space it is a clean table like bench over a wooden tub and I did a tolerable big job very comfortably – off from here (Begiurgoroskii) at 12 55/.. – from this pretty little basin the valley becomes rather wider tho’ still narrow and beautiful – I had stopt the carriage once or twice the last stage for a single strawberry or 2 that the passersby had left ungathered and this stage I got out several times – once or twice when the wheel was locked, and watched the rock and hillside (left) (the river generally close below us left the 1st 2 stages) and afterwards right) the river now right, and gathered perhaps in all a dozen or 20 strawberries a few plants, but overcome by the luxuriance of brambles and other vegetation – I had walked perhaps 10 minutes or ¼ hour at 2 when passed thro’ a lot of 33 Georgians (one soldier with them) at work cutting down the hillside left (reddish, marlyish soil with a few stones) and throwing it down the steep (right) into the river to widen the road – we had passed men at work on the road, 2 or 3 times before, early in the morning, on the Imeretien side – at 3 ½, in the now nice broadish stream (river) still close below us right, a man or 2 setting a stick-fence across the whole breadth for catching salmon or what? desperately hot now at 3 ½ - at 4 5/.. another basin valley and picturesque ivy-covered old ruined castle almost hid in ivy and creepers – at 4 25/.. leave our river for ¼ hour and turn (left) uphill shrubbed with rhododendron mixed with bracken fern and oak etc. but no rhododendron high (5 or 6ft.) as colonel Broussiloff spoke of – a low shrub here not more than 2 or 3ft. high at most – a pretty small leafed St. Johns’ wort in flower and very pretty on the rocks today close along our road and all along today – the large white convolvulus flower common as a creeper and beautifully relieving the dark green foliage of laurel etc. etc. - ½ hour from last station 1st notice a little box and holly – at 4 40/60 down at our river again and alight and cross it on a [rade] fixed on 3 long small boats – our carriage and 3 horses on the rade at 4 46/.. – beautiful view upwards and downwards – the whole of this stage very beautiful – one of the most drives I have ever seen in my life – first ½ narrow, wooded, deep, rock-gorge – 2nd ½ narrow wooded branchy valley of toad often a corniche cut out of the rock, and the narrow river filling the whole of the bottom – ferryed over by rope and pulley in 5 minutes – beautiful clear water and excellent – tasted it – George and Doman and the teleaga and 3 horses came over after us – the Station house about a couple hundred yards from the ferry – arrived at 5 – capital place – divanned and cool and 2 nice rooms – might have had strawberries gathered and perhaps fish – might have had a comfortable meal and good might – breakfasted at Simonskii – and dined at Koutaïs – but A- preferred going forwards – a nice civil woman

// brought us Wednesday 1 July a plate of strawberries but old gathered and not good – however ate them and gave her a 30kop. silver piece – she looked and I fancied seemed to want more – called George – Domna came – explained – she said the woman had asked if she was to have all that! yes! not for the strawberries 3 times more than they were worth, but for her civility etc. then asked for a little milk, and she

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brought me a small glass of yellow boiled milk which I drank and afterwards ate a cold hard-boiled egg – off at 6 – cross one branch of stream at 7 ¼ and then the other (50 or 60 yards from the 1st) and over both at 7 20/.. and then 4v. from our next Station (Simonskii) – after and from Kvirilskii the valley widens to 2 or 3v. and afterwards to perhaps 6 or 7v. wide wooded and cultivated – and beautiful – at Simonskii at 7 47/.. – 2 rooms divanned as at the 3 last stations but like an oven, and not neat and tidy looking as before – told A- to give George silver ruble for the 2 Cossacks and 2 ab. for the 2 drivers – threw myself down upon one of the divans, and slept till tea (dinner) at 9 10/.. – left a cool comfortable station house, and nice civil woman, and at an hour when we could enjoy something to eat, for this stewy place, and a meal a this hour when I can enjoy nothing but am thirsty to death – very fine day – to be off at 6 in the morning – why? why all this harass for nothing? R19 ½° and F76° on the floor by my mattress-side (at my bedside) now at 11 ½ p.m.

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