#and how they always talk about charles getting a title like it's a sure thing and merely a matter of time

[leqclerc]

Deep down I would still really love seeing charles winning in ferrari instead of changing teams, but it doesn't feel like there's any hope honestly.

like, before was "next year is our year" but now even next year already seems doomed

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Oh no gang 🤐 I remember seeing a tweet or something saying June is likely going to be crunch time at Ferrari when it comes to preparation for 2024. I know Fred's been trying to poach staff where he can, especially engineers, and I know some of them have been released/are due to finish their gardening period soon, but there have also been setbacks, and ultimately I don't think he ended up getting the guys he was after, certainly not all of them. I'm really hoping next year's project is a step in the right direction, but there's no denying they're in a difficult place right now so it could really go either way. With how strong (and most importantly stable) Red Bull's situation looks, with Aston's facilities and upgrade packages, and with Mercedes seemingly starting to steer the ship in the right direction once again, Ferrari are definitely on the back foot.

Also, being in the middle of a little nostalgia fest right now and looking back at content from 2019, particularly the interviews and longer feature docus centered around Charles... a lot of the magic of the time stemmed from the fact that he was so young and on the rise. I mean, his second year in F1 overall and his debut season in Ferrari and he already showed so much promise and talent and determination. I think he was really this injection of new youthful energy into the team, into the Tifosi as a whole (even Seb called this "new beginning" with Charles joining the team one of the best moments of his Ferrari career, which is huge). Up to that point Ferrari had generally banked on established drivers, often champions. And here's a young hotshot who doesn't yet know the taste of winning and has this fervent desire to experience it in red. He had a clear goal in sight and he pursued it relentlessly, even if it meant getting caught up in questionable on-track situations. There was maybe a bit of naivety in that, but also a lot of boldness and tenacity that can only come from being young and wanting to prove yourself. Add to that a dash of his penchant for self-criticism, and you can totally see why the world was so swept up in the rookie Ferrari driver's story, why he became the main subject of character study fics at the time. It was fascinating. Like, sometimes, more than anything, I would just love to be able to go back and experience all of that again, just live in that brief moment in time when it really seemed like the only way is up and things can only get better.

But now we're halfway through 2023. 2019 was, somehow, unbelievably, already four years ago. And the story that was supposed to be filled with success and victories has been marred by misfortune and subpar machinery. Now he's no longer a 21-year old sensation winning in Monza, but just another title-less driver in their 20s trying to do the best with what they've got. His career has pretty much stalled and he's being increasingly criticized more than he's being praised (not that he escaped criticism in 2019-20, far from it, but there's a little bit of leniency to be found when someone's young and starting out, or when they can respond to this criticism with a win because the facilities are there). From being called the "Vettel Slayer" or whatever, to being ranked on par with or even below Carlos. What was once an engrossing clash of young generational talents (Silverstone 2019, anyone?) has become a completely unfair, skewed comparison that is ultimately used to portray Charles in a negative light. So the whole thing has lost its shine a bit, and what started out as a journey full of hope and potential is now increasingly turning into a drawn-out tragicomedy.

And obviously the disappointing, frustrating thing is that it's largely down to circumstance and whatever the hell is going on internally within that team that's preventing them from performing at their best. The stats are bleak, and it's so frustrating to know that the results table on Wikipedia or any other site aren't a genuine reflection of his talent and abilities, but they're ultimately what people remember and choose to base their perception of a driver on. Objectively he's still young and he can still go far, but equally, this sport can be ruthless and cruel and success is hard to reach if the stars don't align. Statistically speaking, he's got about ten years left in his career as a full-time driver, give or take. Fernando's more of an exception than the rule, and there's even less Lewises out there (having his most successful run in his 30s, so in the back half of his career.) Then again, even if the Mercedes stint had completely not worked out for him, he still wouldn't be going home empty-handed, because he was already crowned champion once before he joined. I think that frees you up, mentally and otherwise, to focus on other pursuits. Crossing that threshold and getting your first championship is always the hardest step. The thought of Charles never finding out what that feels like and being left to wonder what could have been is really hard to take. :/

#replies #anonymous #alexa play wasting my young years by london grammar 😭😭😭😭 #very very sorry about the long and unwarranted rant im just in feels recently :< #it's so hard rewatching say 2019 interviews or hell even hearing the commentary during sessions #and how they always talk about charles getting a title like it's a sure thing and merely a matter of time #and maybe that can still prove to be true but at the moment things look pretty bleak esp in terms of winning with ferrari #it's depressing to know just how many pieces of the puzzle have to fall into place for a driver to clinch a title these days #and seeing how ferrari doesn't seem to know how to find their way back to consistently winning.......... one fear #charles leclerc #discussions and predictions #long post

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Could we get some sex hcs for Dutch, John, Charles, and Arthur (maybe even both sides of the honor spectrum) for how they are in bed and what kinks you think they'd have?

Kinks HC

(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Charles Smith, Arthur Morgan)

Warnings: smut, size kink, mommy kink, lactation kink, foot fetish, bdsm dynamics, daddy kink, sadomasochism, asphyxiation

Arthur Morgan

Size kink for sure

If you're especially smaller compared to him it drives him crazy

Would use his strength to his advantage and carry you while y'all fuck

Pins you down with his weight, holds you in place, carries you around, etc

Grips the head board...

Has probably broken a bed or two

High honor would mean he'd be a lot more considerate of your pleasure and what you want. Much gentler and passionate. Sex with high honor Arthur would feel a lot more like love making, but if you have requests for something a little rougher he'll indulge you in that. He'd be mindful of his size relative to you but it'd still be a huge turn on for him

Much like with high honor, low honor Arthur would also find a huge turn on in the size difference. Though he'd be a lot more selfish with pleasure. Not to say he wouldn't keep your enjoyment in mind, but he'd always get his nut in no matter what. One way or another. Also this man FUCKS, not necessarily makes love. Rough as hell and he finds enjoyment in your debauched flace and pleads. Will probably mock your moans for enjoyment.

John Marston

I said it before. Mommy kink. Let me elaborate.

Definitely a tits man, so he'd probably have a lactation kink too. Would beg to suck on your breasts when you're pregnant. Handles your chest like they're some treasure he needs to be careful with.

Aboslutely awestruck by the way your breasts increase in size throughout your pregnancy.

Gets antsy and hot and bothered whenever you lactate through your shirt.

Practically BEGS on his KNEES just to get a taste

As for the mommy kink, this is when he's submissive in bed

Probably likes it when you're rough on him when you're domming

I'm talking hair pulling, slapping, ordering him around

Calls you mommy the entire time and tries to get a nipple in his mouth whenever he can

Motherless behavior

Also feet, but that's a fetish. I can just see him frequently asking for foot jobs.

Charles Smith

I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla, but he'd still be flexible depending on what you like and what he's willing to do

One of the things he'd be more willing to do is asphyxiation. A gentle squeeze of your neck to putting you in a choke hold while he flexes

Is iffy about it but once he sees your red face and your eyes roll back he's all for it

Also praise! Any form of positive reinforcement in the bed room is a green flag for him.

Uses the most gentle and flowery words to take and make you feel comfortable

BRO JUST IMAGINE HIM SAYING "Good girl" IN HIS VOICE IM DECEASED

Also wouldn't mind letting you dom him once in a while. Would be down to be tied up. Thinks the trust aspect that comes with it is super attractive.

Dutch Van Der Linde

Roleplay 100%. Think it's fun to pretend to be other people. Supplies costumes, jewelry, props, anything to make it more realistic. Will even do location changes for it.

Wants to be called sir during sex, any other title or name and he'll view it as deserving of punishment

Brat taming, so be as bratty and bitchy as you want, he'll find a way to break you

Likes blindfolds, gags, bondage, leather

I can also see him pouring candle wax on you. Gets a rise out of inflicting these things on you

Likes to command you to do things such as laying down, spreading your legs, getting on yout knees, etc...

He sets the scene and everything, rose petals, candles inside his tent, slow music, he puts thought into EVERY detail

Now that I think about it maybe a daddy kink. For times when he's feeling dirtier and rougher he'll want you to call him daddy.

Thinks its so scandalous and it makes him feel so giddy

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[thearchercore]

As a Lando fan, but first and foremost a Max and Charles fan, I’m quite disappointed in Lando. It’s true what they say, not everyone is happy when you are on top and your real friends show their true colours.

You are right, Max says what he thinks and never filters it. While Charles is a PR King (let’s be honest he’s more of a princess but that’s besides the point) but never once has he thrown shade at Max since they became friends (at least not that I know of)

Now, Daniel is not, has never been and will never be someone about him. Nothing against him, just vibes. But the fact that Max has held him so dear and close to his heart and he goes ahead and throws major shade at Max when Max was being nothing but honest at Vegas then makes sure to hang out with Lando during Winter break the other driver who is Max’s publicly known bestie on the grid (I mean the man even attends P’s birthday parties) anyway I digress. It’s just outright shady and childish.

Max is on another level and not everyone will understand that. True friendship should withstand such challenges. Of course anyone would be jealous and intimidated by such dominance and success but to deny the man like Peter denying Jesus infront of the crowd is just sad. I mean c’mon, did he mean it as a joke? Also was Daniel attempting humour? It’s possible but I can’t see someone like Charles making such weird comments. Even when they were beefing, Charles made it known that him and Max are okay and even though they are not best friends their relationship or hang out outside the paddock (back then things are different now) he still loved racing against Max because they understood each other and how they raced.

It’s actually petty for grown men to belittle their friend because of his success. But what do I know, the sport destroyed a childhood friendship (Nico + Lewis) Maybe only the realest and toughest friendships survive. Viva Charles and Max (whether you ship them or as friends) it’s real and they are always rooting for each other.

Sorry this got long.

yeah, i feel like the difference between daniel's current place in f1 and max's is playing a significant factor. again, max joined RBR when he was essentially still a teenager that was battling with puberty. daniel was there as the mature driver that max looked up to.

now, fast forward to 2024, daniel is fighting for his last chance at f1 after many unsuccessful team moves, and max is much more mature and has 3 WDC titles under his belt. that certainly changes things.

so i'm sure that if for whatever reason rbr kicks out checo and daniel jumps in, their dynamic would be different.

lando, on the other hand, is a different story. @tsarinablogs had a great post where someone suggested "I think Lando couldnt handle his car actually being competitive. Thats what weakened their friendship. It’s easy to be friends when you are driving a slow car, but then the car actually got competitive and he still couldnt beat Max."

again, the truth is -- f1 is a highly competitive environment and everyone will fight for themselves first without a doubt. that's what's happening with daniel and lando. daniel wants that red bull seat, lando wants to beat max. and that is going to be their priority over whatever friendly relationship they may have with max.

on the other hand, there are only 20 drivers in f1 so you have 20 other co-workers who share the same experiences as you. so you will always be closer to them than anyone else because no one would get you that well.

i think what works well currently between max and charles is that no matter how much media tried to put them against each other, they alway showed mutual respect to each other. charles never talked shit about max in press, and the overall vibe they have going on recently is that charles is happy for max's success, and is working hard to gain his own. also their actions speak a lot -- like charles' putting aside ferrari's questionable qatar strategy and rushing to congratulate max on his WDC. or max running to charles to apologise for his mistake in vegas.

their relationship doesn't seem to be definined by their racing results, and their joint racing history also makes them more equal in their own eyes than other drivers.

#charles leclerc #lestappen gate 2023 #lestappen #formula 1 #f1 #lestappen gate 2024

[adventuringblind]

Drive Forever With You

Chapter Two: Discoveries, birds and bees.

Max verstappen x Lando norris x Charles leclerc x reader

Genre: idk man it's a series

Summary: The reader has been used by her father for many things, resulting in some interesting quirks. When her father ends up under house arrest, she finds herself tangled in a world of fast cars, love, and inhuman abilities.

Chapter summary: Max and Reader become friends, Seb is a proud dad, and the reader is learning about people and feelings. Despite the chapter title, I swear there is nothing sexual going on.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, talks of sickness, injury descriptions, SH and Suicidal ideation

Notes: it's gonna get dark, but have no fear it will get better, I swear. Also, please don't read if you get triggered. I got triggered but read anyways because if your like me somehow reading what fictional me is doing helps immensely. I just ask that you be careful. My inbox and asks are always open :)

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Masterlist

Max had quickly learned that this girl was the only one who understood him. She somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what he needed. It was ridiculous because he felt that he couldn't reciprocate.

The two had formed their own little team. Max would sneak away with his data to see her, and she would tell him everything he needed to fix in a way he actually understood. Not just being talked at for hours about his mistakes.

He didn't realize someone could nicely tell him what he was doing wrong and also compliment him on things he was doing right. The concept was foreign.

He quickly found himself looking for her all the time. She looked fragile compared to everyone else. Like the wind could pull her away.

But he also couldn't get a read on her quite yet.

Seb, on the other hand, had learned much more in the span of a couple of months. Things that didn't make him any less concerned.

He quickly found that her favorite hobby was doing incredibly stupid things that could get her hurt or even killed. Even the mundane daily tasks. It's like if he didn't feel pain, then she was doing something wrong. He blames it on her prior upbringing.

He frequently caught her with bloodied arms and legs. Trying to do stupid stunts that had her neck almost snapping. She once decided to see how tall of a building she could jump off of 'for science'.

Seb could not, for the life of him, decided whether she actually wanted to die or just didn't understand the concept of safety and healing.

He tried to keep eyes on her. Not always his, but anyone's. Max included.

He was immensely grateful for the Dutch. He pratically was glued to her side. He could tell she wasn't used to the amount of interaction with people, but the smile that creeper on her face at Max's dumb jokes told him everything he needed to know.

Max had ended up catching her once. His giddy state morphed into a panicked one. He had found her messing with one of the broken ferrari engines in his downtime. He had initially been curious until he realized the engine was hot from tools, and she was doing her best to press her hands against it.

He'd fussed over her for hours. He was completely lost as to how she wasn't showing any pain. Even as he lather her hand in burn ointments and wrapped them.

Max stuck even closer to her after that.

Seb had also learned that when she wanted to protect, she wouldn't hesitate to say what she felt. including to Jos Verstappen.

He felt scared when he stumbled upon Max behind her and Jos in front. The younger Dutch is trying to look stoic but failing and the older getting increasingly angry. Y/N in between them, her mouth moving steadly, the string of compliment for Max seemingly never ending.

Seb stepped in and pulled everyone apart. He tried to talk to her, but her attention was on Max. Completely set on making sure he was okay and dragging him off to somewhere safe.

~

It was strange for Max to have a friend like this. He'd not had many growing up. Yet here he was, feeling close to a girl he'd known for about five months.

It was now summer break. Seb, having seen the two interact, decided to invite the Dutch over for a weekend. His dad was last then happy about it but didn't want to look bad in front of a world champion, so he said yes.

Seb had never heard her talk so much. She was happy and he was glad to see her smile.

Hanna had to force them to sleep at some point. Something that the girl was less than fond of. Sleep was always difficult. Sometimes, Sébastien would stay in her room if he had a feeling she was going to wake up screaming.

He hadn't thought tonight would be one of those nights. Max was in the spare room, and she was in hers. This means that Max woke up to the thrashing first. Her wall right up against his.

He knew it might be an invasion of privacy, but when he heard sniffling, he didn't care. He threw himself out of the bed and made for the door.

He made sure to knock before opening the door. He waited for a possible answer but is only met with the sound of sobs now.

Then the screaming starts.

Seb is out of bed in an instant. Knowing how bad her night terrors got, he knew he needed to act fast.

He was shocked to find her door already open, and Max gently crouched over her. The screams had stopped, but she was still sobbing. Hugging Max like her life depended on it.

Seb smiled at the two and gave them a moment. He was releived she found someone who cared about her.

He knew he had to get her back to bed, though. He crept over to Max and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take it from here." Max looks up at the older man. That same awkwardness about being in a world champion's house now escalated. "Thank you, for staying with her." Seb added in a hope of reassuring the Dutch.

Max just nodded his head and slipped out from her bed. Seb takeong his place and laying her head on his lap.

She was still crying. Seb didn't push her to talk. he just let her cry while he ran his fingers through her hair.

"He came back." She croaks. "He got you and Max." Her visions sometimes found their way into her dreams. It made it hard to decipher what was real and what wasn't.

"It's okay, we're here now. And with the way Max is glued to you, I doubt he's ever going away."

They both chuckle a bit. Eventually, with the calming presence of Seb, sleep comes clawing back to her once more.

~

Max was elated. He was finally eighteen. He was now a full fledged adult and could do adult things with the team.

And yet, despite that, he chose to spend his birthday with her. The two sprawled out on the floor on his cramped hotel room, eating his favorite foods and watching his favorite movies.

He'd never felt more at peace than in this moment. The warm smiles shared between them, making him wonder how he'd gotten so lucky.

~

It had been a year. She was now sixteen. Her birthday is a mere reminder that she is a murder. She killed her mother.

She didn't tell anyone. Nobody needed to know because they would want to celebrate. This was not something to he celebrated, but loathed.

But of course, her plans were foiled. She forgot Seb and Hanna had all her information. Of course they would know.

Her and Seb were away for another weekend, but Hanna flew down to surprise her. They made her breakfast that morning and gave her a present. It was odd, and she kept looking at them skeptically. She'd never received a present of her own.

She opens the pretty paper gently. She'd feel bad if she ripped such a delicate thing. The inside reveals a pair of keys.

"We thought since you can get you license now that you would need a car." Squeals Hanna.

She cries. Her hand flying to cover her mouth. She doesn't understand. Isn't this the anniversary of her killing someone? Why were they being so nice to her?

The paddock wasn't any better. Of course, Seb would have told everyone. People were giving her things left and right.

It was to overwhelming.

She snuck out of the Ferrari paddock to find Max. His presence was needed right now. Maybe he'd understand.

She spotted Max outside his garage. Her body moved faster than her mind. When she gets close enough, Max immediately pulls her into him. He grabs her hand and drags her off to his room in the motor home.

"I got you something." He smiles cheekily. Handing over a small cardboard box to her.

She opened it to reveal a slick black screen. A phone? Why had he gotten her a phone? The overwhelming feeling takes hold, and she is once again sobbing at the gesture

Max is frantically trying to get a read on her. "Do you now like it? Did I do something wrong?"

She shakes her head no frantically. Trying to find her words again. "I just don't understand why everyone is being so nice to me."

Max is taken aback. He knew she was American and as far as he's aware, Americans give eachothers presents.

He thinks he might be left to wonder. His mind escapes to thoughts that make no sense. Only to be pulled back by her continued explanation.

"I killed my mom today sixteen years ago. They should be looking away in disgust, not giving me gifts."

Max is constantly learning new things about this girl. He understands the waiver in her voice. The sadness when she looks at Hanna with her baby.

Max is hugging her again. He dosen't normally like physical contact, but for them, it was a way of communicating without words.

He sets his chin on top of her head and runs his fingers along her spine. "That was not your fault. Whoever told you that is a liar and an asshole."

"It feels like most of the things I was told growing up were lies." Sobs of anger and frustration leak out of her eyes.

"Now we get to find the truths, and I'll be here to help you."

~

Time flies by. Max is nineteen, and she's seventeen.

Seb had gotten her a job test driving for Ferrari and Max had been moved into redbull.

He hadn't been expecting it. He made her pinch him a few times in case he was dreaming. He cried in relief when he knew he wasn't.

Sebastian had grown even fonder of Max. He had a soft spot for the redbull team even if he wasn't driving for them.

Y/N was now diving her time between Max and Seb. And if she wasn't with them, she was probably of trying new idiotic ideas.

The voice in the front of her head said it was for experimental reasons, she she was learning something and making herself stronger as her father made her do. The voice at the back of her head knew the real reason. She liked it. She was in control of it. She deserved it.

Regardless of her reasonings, the sting of the sharp metal she was working with felt annoyingly good as it sliced into her skin.

She felt unlucky that Max had walked in on it again. She was hoping to be cleaned up before he saw her. Someone must have given out her location.

Max sighs and seats himself next to her, inspecting her crimson covered arm.

She cast her gaze downward. Shame creeping over her cheeks.

Max just pulls some bandages out of his pockets and begins trying to slow the bleeding. "Don't be scared. I can feel your body shaking."

Though it wasn't fear she was shaking with, it was anticipation. A dull throb and flash of the possible future showed her that Max was going to hit his hand on the metal and slice his knuckles open.

Just before he can, her hand falls above his, her knuckles taking the damage instead. Max it startled and stunned.

"I always forget how good your reflexes are." He smiles. The warmth of his features causes her to relax. "Next time you decided to work on something I want to be here to watch."

His protectivness over her has seemingly grown over the past couple of years.

~

Her powers have been coming in handy these days. Seb has been helping her in whatever ways he can. Always making sure she isn't trying to suppress the energy flowing in her veins into a box.

He'd noticed that some things are easier then others. She dosen't heal very often because of the excruciating amount of energy and pain she has to put in.

Small cuts had been getting easier but anything past that was to much.

She knew she was never going to be strong enough to fulfill her desired purpose. But she didn't need to anymore her goals have shifted.

Getting to test drive and try new things for Ferrari felt like a dream. She was able to take her mind out of those innately dark places and clear her head for a moment.

She shocked a lot of people. They weren't expecting her to be any good. Now they were eating their words.

She glides easily around the corners. Her ability to predict helping her immensely. She could see what the car was going to do before it even happened. How was a child who had rarely driven a kart before, driving a formula 1 car like a professional?

Max looked on with pure delight cheering for her as she continued to set faster lap times.

Seb and Max were there waiting for her when she got out of the car. Enveloping both in a hug.

~

Max hadn't yet been able to determine his feelings for the girl. He'd had partners, but none of them ended well. Mostly because none of them were her.

Curse there stupid age gap. They had met when he had barely turned seventeen, but the public image he had to keep was what was stopping him.

Other drivers on the grid had started to catch on. Seb noticed the longing glances first and the way she was always smiling at her phone second. Lewis noticed how he was always talking to her, even if both of them were busy. Daniel said they are a package deal. You can't have one without the other.

The age issues was one side of the problem, though. The other was that she was absolutely clueless.

Seb had explained to Max that she hadn't been around people much. She had barely any experience with friendships, let alone a romantic relationship. So Max didn't push. He'd let things go on their own time.

~

Seb had dreaded this dat for since he found out how little knowledge of the world she has. He knew it was going to be awkward and he wishes Hanna were here to save him.

The workers of the paddock and the drivers specifically are known for their lack of filter. She didn't understand half of what was being said but didn't want to seem stupid, so she just laughed with everyone else.

Having the birds and bees talk with a seventeen year old was not on his bucket list.

To his credit, he did try. Then he ended up calling Hanna.

The poor kid went through the four stages of grief.

The interesting part was when Hanna was explaining romantic interests. He took notice of the way the girls eyes lit up when Hanna was describing how it feels to be in love with somone.

Her eyes started to panic for a moment. Like she needed to ground herself because she was going to lose it.

Seb reached out for her and placed his hand over hers. "Are you alright? I know this is a lot and probably uncomfortable. We can stop now if you need."

She shook her head. "No- it's just that - what if I feel those things now?"

"It's normal and completely okay." Seb offers her a gentle smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, Hanna said that it makes your stomach feel funny and you smile more. I do those things with Max." She explains.

Seb nods his head in understanding. He already knew, but he wanted it to seem like he didn't. "I can't tell you what you're feeling. But, if you like those feelings you get with Max, I would say that you let them guide you."

It was the first time someone told her to follow her feelings and not her head.

~

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"these crutches are killing me." addi let out a sigh, sitting in the chair and handing her crutches to her brother before massaging the area where they had left her sore. kelly chuckled a little bit at the much younger girl.

"it's great that you're here, i didn't think you'd be here." the wag spoke up, drinking and from her glass as the tv in front of them shows off the drivers doing their warm-up lap. addi shrugged, eyes glued to the tv, "yeah, my doctor wanted to make sure i was perfectly okay, travel doctors seem to take the most time," she chuckled "but i wanted to be here."

"i tried telling her not to come." claire spoke up and sat on the other side of addi. "watching this is gonna send her into a depression."

kelly nodded slowly, thinking, "or it could motivate her to stay rested so she can get checo out of here faster." she smiled brightly.

perez isn't exactly addi's favorite person in the world. originally, she had no issues with the older driver, not until he spoke badly about her when she gained her seat.

to understand the dynamic of their... rivalry, you have to understand the timeline. in 2019, pierre was the second driver for red bull. but after some incidents, it was in the talk that he wouldn't be staying with them after the 2019 season. this was in the talks very early on in the season, even before summer break. in the beginning, red bull was looking at checo, he was experienced, not half bad, he would make a great second driver. they were just about to sign contract with sergio when they started hearing word about addilyn joining ferrari as a reserved driver.

red bull has had their eye on addi for a long time at this point, they were hoping to sign her to alphatauri in 2020, just in time for the rebranding and time for addi to go through a season of f2. but if she signed as a reserve driver for ferrari there's no way she'd leave that for alphatauri. why? well because it was well known that ferrari was her goal, charles, who she had grown up with, would be her teammate after sebastian left or retired. not to mention the leclerc's and leblanc's have held an obvious love for ferrari since... well always.

they had a few attempts at gaining both checo and addi, first they tried the alphatauri deal, a guaranteed seat in formula 1. but she turned that down because she would've rather had ferrari. then they tried a a reserve driver deal for red bull. but she said no to that too. the only way to secure addi was a guaranteed seat with red bull.

and though the decision was hard for both addi and red bull, they both agreed. addi figured it was better than waiting years to drive, and if all goes bad she was promised a reserve driver title with ferrari still.

perez was obviously very unhappy, having that his relationship with racing point was done for after 2019. so red bull gave him a reserved seat. he only agreed because he believed that addi wouldn't last long in formula 1, let alone red bull.

but he always made sure people knew how unhappy and disgusted he was by addi's success. he's said things about how women should stay in the kitchen, how it'd be embarrassing to be beat by a woman, and so much more. and though his statements never made much noise, mainly because perez isn't all that cared about, it still made it's way back to addi to hear.

now here we are today, addilyn is injured, and sergio is in her seat. she's not really a happy camper. but he sure as hell is.

she watches the race, watching hamilton and verstappen battle it out. it's weird watching formula 1 from this point of view again after racing in it for a year. it's actually quite depressing to her. she feels like she's letting people down, letting herself down. and she's is scared that perez will take her seat. experienced, older driver versus a young girl with a sprained ankle at the moment. and she knows it's temporary, but the thought of it, the reality of it displayed in front of her, it made her sick to her stomach.

max came out on top, cheers erupted as he crossed the finish line. her brother helped her walk down so she can cheer and congratulate her teammate after he climbs out of the car. they stand at the barrier as she watches lando cross the line right after hamilton. p3 for norris. and she's suddenly remembering the other day. her heart feels like it's matching the same speed as her red bull.

"and what's stopping us from getting together?" he asked, leaning closer, looking in her eyes. he looks great, amazing actually. it's crazy how he can make something as simple as a hoodie with his own brand on it look so good. she swallows the lump that's stuck in her throat, looking down at her fingers as they pick at each others skin.

"pierre and arthur." she said, just above a whisper. she felt like a pile of shit, how could she do this to them. three boys have stolen her heart in ways she didn't think was possible, and now she's stuck with the aftermath of it. lando nods slowly, not pulling or looking away, but his face changes in a way she could not describe. "i'm sorry."

"you don't have to be sorry." he smiled at her a little, she loves his smile. along with his dimples, or maybe it's only one dimple, his smile drew her in from the moment they met. he's a charming man, a bit cheeky and sarcastic. "i'll wait for you."

she felt her heart flutter at his words. how could someone put themselves through that wait knowing there's two other men doing the same thing?

"until then! i'll be getting your coffee's and fluffing your foot pillow." he smiled and stood up, grabbing her coffee glass and returning to the kitchen to refill the glass with the cold brew.

she still feels like crap for that day, and it's safe to say she feels awkward around lando because of it, but he's assured her many times not worry about it. that it isn't her fault. but she felt like it was. how could she let herself fall so deep.

she smiled and clapped as the three cars pulled up to their spots, red bull parks behind the 1, then mercedes, then mclaren. she suddenly remembers that no one knows she's there, even her own team was shocked to see her as she squeezed past to get to the front beside kelly. max stands on top of the hood, celebrating, then hopping down. he does the usual run to the team, jumping into their arms as he walks over to her and kelly, hugging his girlfriend as she kisses his helmet, classic. then he reaches addi,

"you made it! oh my god!" he cheer and hugged her with a smile plastered on his face before he was rushed to move on. the drivers all weighed themselves, lewis smiling and waving at addi, meanwhile she hasn't caught lando's eye. she was asked for interviews after the podium celebration, and she was hesitant at first but she gave in after some time. she was in the middle of an interview when lando came up behind her and hugged her gently, being sure not to hurt her or make her fall.

"oh lando norris! hello!" the interviewer laughs and smiles "congratulations!"

"thank you." he smiles and lets go of the girl, standing next to her, "i didn't know you were here."

"i showed up during the warm-up lap, my doctor tried to stop me but, i wasn't gonna miss it." she laughed as he rolled his eyes and hugs her one more time, "congrats, norris." she smiled

"thank you, i have to go, i'll talk to you later." she nods at him before he walks away and she continues the interview.

charles got p4, but he didn't get word that she was there until after the interviews. or well, in the middle of an interview when he was asked if he had seen her yet. "i didn't know she was here!"

he literally ran to red bull to go see her, lucky him, she was outside with her nolan and claire. he runs up and hugs her, "i thought you weren't coming!"

"i tried stopping her." claire huffed. "the doctor didn't even want her to come,"

"why are you here?" charles glared at the young girl in his arms, she only rolled her eyes. she didn't want to miss a single race, even if she couldn't be the one on the podium, even if she wasn’t sweating like a porous pitcher on an italian summers day inside her helmet, she wanted to be there. over the past year, these people have become her family, even more than before. she didn't want to miss that.

the ride home in her brother's range rover was depressing. she sat in the backseat with her foot raised up on the empty seats next to her and a book in hand. arthur always made fun of her for reading in the car, mainly because he didn't understand how she could. she misses arthur. she hasn't seen or talked to him or pierre still, she's not really sure why anymore. she's talked to charles, lando, seb, now max and kelly. what's the point?

part of her is scared to ever since her conversation with lando, she's scared to find out how she actually feels about them. she's unsure what answer would be best in this situation. what if she likes arthur?. there's the possibility of them breaking up and a possibility that lando and pierre stop talking to her, broken friendships. and if she likes pierre? broken friendships. lando? broken friendships.

loving can be so cruel.

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[rawritzrobin]

The Waynes: Chapter 5

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: The relationship blooms. But the price of dating the rich and famous, is not always what it seems.

A/N: I’m alive! So sorry about the long wait on this one. Lots of things have happened in life, both good and bad. It’s been a journey. Ya girls planning her wedding. :D

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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Warnings

“What time does your shift end today?” Jason asked through the speaker phone.

You were currently in the back working on getting the cupcakes prepped for the morning rush.

After your first date, things started moving pretty quickly with Jason. You found it hard to believe as you rarely let anyone in so easily. You were known to dump men who were super pushy in your relationships. With Jason however, everything felt natural. Instead of visiting you at work everyday, he now met you after work. He was always there to walk you home once your shift ended. You often wondered what his job entailed. You often had sporadic closing hours, so you were curious how he was able to step away from work so many days in a row. On the day’s where he was unable to walk you home, he would have one of his men pick you up. You told him it was unnecessary, but deep down, you enjoyed not having to walk home in the rain.

Plus you had really gotten to know Charles. He was a nice, ex-navy seal. He was a big fan of your cupcakes. So you brought him one every time he picked you up.

You two spent most of your time together reading books. Jason started bringing brand new books to you on a weekly basis. You would sit down on your couch and curl up with him, a book in each of your hands. Jason often brought over some takeout for dinner, and you would bring home dessert you made earlier that day. Jason was more than happy to be your guinea pig. Pam and Jim didn’t mind that you experimented with recipes during your free time. Jason was often the person to try them. More often than not, he loved everything you made. Except for the one time where you mistakened sugar for salt and came home with a very salty brownie.

To your surprise, Jason loved fast food. Occasionally, he would bring over new menu items from a few different restaurants around the city. Very well known restaurants in fact. Turns out, Roy owned over a quarter of the five star restaurants in the city, as well as Star City. Jason promised he would take you to one of the two Michelin star restaurants there one day.

Jason didn’t flaunt his wealth in front of you. He would make sure you always had food in your fridge, and if anything was broken, it would be magically fixed the next day. But other than that, he made sure you were comfortable around him. He noticed the first night that you were very conscious of the stuff you owned. So he made sure never to overdo it with the fancy stuff. All he wanted to do was take care of you.

You enjoyed your relationship, away from prying eyes. You were glad Jason wanted to keep things private. You wouldn’t be able to stomach the press following you around everywhere. You knew the media loved stories about the high society folk in Gotham.

You found out pretty quickly that Jason liked to keep to himself. You would often hear about the Wayne family through whispers and tabloids, but none of them featured Jason. You were just lucky that Jason’s brother, Dick, was able to take the limelight off the two of you. He never really liked to talk about his family, so you never pried. You found out through a customer that Jason apparently had 3 brothers. Dick: The socialite, Tim: The Business Man, and Damian: The Youngest.

You were curious why Jason preferred to hang out in your place. He once let it slip that his bathroom at home was about double the size of your apartment. When you asked him, he merely told you he liked how cozy it was. He didn’t care where you two hung out. As long as he was with you, it was all okay.

In a blink of an eye, 8 months had gone by.

“Um, Probably 5:30 today. The weather said the rain would be coming down hard today. I doubt we will get that many people walking by.”

Jason sighed sadly. “I won’t be able to make it till late tonight. I’ll have Charles pick you up. He's been dying to have another one of your Red Velvet Cheesecakes.”

You smiled at your phone. “Okay. Should I wait for you to eat?” You finished frosting the last cupcake, and grabbed your phone, placing it back onto your ear.

“Not tonight. There’s a new shipment of fancy wines coming through tonight, and Bruce wants me there to make sure everything is accounted for.”

Jason felt bad lying. He was really going over to interrogate one of Falcone’s men. Jason leaned back in his chair. He would much rather be spending the night with you rather than torturing a man for info. Just then, there was a knock on his door.

“Hey doll, I gotta go.”

“Okay. Be safe today.”

“Bye Doll.”

“Bye Jay.”

Jason hung up the phone, and placed it face down onto his desk before yelling. “Come in.”

The door swung open slowly, and Jason internally groaned when he noticed who it was. Bruce rarely came into Jason’s office. It was never good news when he showed up.

“You got a minute?”

“Yeah.” Jason said, as if Bruce wasn’t going to stay anyways.

Bruce closed the door behind him, and locked it. Jason tensed as he could feel the slight tension in the air. He sat up straight and watched Bruce take a seat on one of the couches in the room.

“I heard you found someone.” Bruce said, straight to the point.

Jason sighed. He knew this day would come. “Yeah, it's nothing.” He tried to say nonchalantly.

Bruce pursed his lips, not believing his answer. “Does she know?” He asked. Again, Bruce wasted no time.

“No. I haven’t told her anything, don’t plan to.” Jason said. He never wanted you to find out what he really did for his family. You would never look at him the same way.

“Jason…”

“What's it to you anyways? I'm not doing anything out of line.” Jason said, his patience waning.

“She's a civilian.”

“Yeah. And?”

“You don’t want to drag her into this life.” Bruce said seriously.

“I’m not dragging her into anything.” Jason said angrily, standing up from his chair. “Why don’t you just leave me alone and go watch over Grayson’s personal life. The tabloids know everything about him, don't they?”

Bruce could feel Jason get angrier. Not wanting to start another fight with his son, he got up.

“Just be careful with her. The Falcones are getting impatient. I wouldn’t put it past Carmine to strike soon. A turf war would be beneficial to them, and you know it. And unlike us, they don't care who gets hit in the crossfire.” Bruce said darkly, before walking out the door.

Jason threw himself back onto his chair, the wood creaking slightly at his large frame.

There was a reason he was keeping your relationship a secret. It was less about being in the tabloids, and more about keeping you away from becoming a target. He knew the Falcones wouldn’t dare set foot in his turf during the day. Which meant they wouldn’t go near the bakery, unless they had to. He always had his men patrolling around the area. There hadn’t been any activity as of late. There was a reason he was sending Charles to drive you home everyday. And it definitely wasn’t for convenience.

He looked down at his lock screen and saw a text came through. He opened it to find that you had texted him a selfie of you holding a cupcake you had just made. He smiled down at the image. He knew He was putting your life at risk just by being with him. But he would make sure that nothing could happen to you.

*******

You were just about to close up shop for the day. Your shift had ended a bit later than planned. The rain let up halfway into the day, and a flood of customers came in looking for bite to eat as many of the shops around you had closed early that day, thinking the rain would not let up. So you stayed a few hours behind to help Pam with closing.

You had texted Charles to let him know you would be late. Unfortunately, he texted you back letting you know he had gotten pulled into something and that he was unable to take you back that night.

At first you were bummed. But since the rain stopped, it really wasn’t too bad. A nice walk would be nice after a long hectic day. So you helped Pam close up, and waved her goodbye as you made your way back home.

The streets were empty at this time of night. You never really worried about walking home by yourself as the neighborhood was relatively quiet. So you enjoyed the silence.

Suddenly out of nowhere, you had a sinking feeling something was not right. You knew there was something wrong when you saw an odd vehicle parked on the block where your apartment was. The usual vehicles were very old, and worn, but you instantly noticed this vehicle was brand new. The car had no license plates and the windows were completely tinted black. Something inside you told you to turn around, and find a different direction home.

You crossed the street, and noticed the car roared to life as the lights turned on. You were getting scared now. You quickly turned around and started to walk back towards the shop, where you knew there would be some people around. You peered behind you and noticed the car was doing a U-Turn. You started running in the opposite direction. You were just about to cross a street, when a blue sports car pulled up in front of you.

The windows rolled down to reveal none other than Dick Grayson. You recognized him from the night at the cave as well as the many tabloids he was in.

“Get in!” He yelled.

A/N: Things are picking up. Be prepared for more Batfam! 

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[neymarsangel]

Rivals with Benefits - Part 1 - Mick Schumacher x reader

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: This series will contain smut, sexual innuendos, Mick being cocky, swearing

Word Count: 5.6K

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It wasn’t hard to spot him in the crowd. His red racing suit and bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His smile glowed as bright as the stars as he held the trophy every driver longed to maintain, the Championship trophy. He had won this year, beating his old teammate to the title they both desperately wanted. 

Mick Schumacher was a world champion, but at what cost? 

Jealousy was plastered all over your face but it wasn’t always like this. You and Mick had driven alongside one another at Haas. Everything was perfect. The pair of you were close, so close to one another that fans and journalists speculated that the pair of you were dating but you both frequently denied that rumour. Technically you two weren’t together but there was something there.

One night you found yourself moaning his name as he fucked you and this wasn’t a one-time thing. A one-time thing turned into a two-time thing then a three-time thing and then it happened every night. That was until Mick suddenly called it off. He turned sour with you, sure he was still nice to you but he seemed to care less for what the two of you once had but that didn’t last. 

Mick joined Ferarri, leaving you at Haas. Since that day he acted like you didn’t exist, he wouldn’t even speak to you for the rest of the season but you couldn’t work out why. Mick just wanted to finish this season and run off to Ferarri so he’d never have to deal with you ever again, Haas wasn’t competitive enough to run for a World Championship so he wouldn’t have to worry about competition, that was until RedBull announced you’d be driving alongside Max Verstappen for them next season. 

You’d broken a promise you’d made Mick a long time ago and now, he never wanted to set eyes on you again. 

“He’s such a prick.” The familiar sound of your Dutch teammate grabbed your attention. Max’s eyes were fixed on Mick and Charles as the two embraced. 

“I thought you liked Mick?” Your eyes fell from Mick and onto Max. 

“I did until you became my teammate, got to hate everyone you hate, it’s in the contract.” He gave you a light smile as he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Max had always been there for you when you joined RedBull, he was one of the few people who knew the truth about Mick and he vowed to keep it a secret. Max would often hold you close to him around Schumacher, just to get a reaction and needless to say Mick certainly gave him one. 

Both you and Max had a few DNF’s last season due to Mick but Max made sure to push him to the edge of the track at just the right time for him to hit a curb and go flying into a wall. Yes, it was stupid and extremely dangerous considering it was one of the most dangerous sports in the world; but Mick started it, right? 

“Forget about him, next season…” 

“He won’t get near that trophy next season.” You took one last bitter glance at the boy who turned his head to face you. His beautiful eyes met yours as you turned your back on him. 

That was last year, now Red Bull had a plan, everyone knew you and Max could challenge him for the title, the pair of you had finished second and third last season and Max was already a World Champion so it was possible, you just needed to try harder. The first race of the year was in Bahrain and all the press wanted to know was how you felt after last season. 

Ignoring every single one you headed off to the driver's briefing before qualifying, Max following close behind you. Upon entering you saw Mick with the brightest smile on his face, talking to Daniel about last season. The German's eyes fell on yours and his smile fell and turned into a rather cocky one. 

“Y/l/n…” His tone was a snarky one. You paid him no mind, trying to brush off the fact that every driver was looking towards you as you sat down with Max. “How are you?”

“As good as one can be after being cheated out of the Championship.” 

“You weren’t cheated out of the Championship.” He shifted on his seat to look at you. “Maybe if you learnt to stay on the track you might have scored a few points.”

“I -” Max didn’t let you finish.

“Maybe if your fat ass didn’t push everyone who even got near you off the track we might have finished.” 

“I thought you liked me Verstappen?” Mick arched his brow. 

“Not when I know the truth.”

“Oh?” Mick let out a laugh. “What pathetic lie did she make up about me this time?” 

“Gentlemen…” A loud voice snatched the attention away from you and Max. “And y/n…” Niels Wittich nodded your way, you gave him a small smile at the late acknowledgement as he sat down. “We called this meeting to discuss a few things…” 

“Ignore him.” A British accent flew through your ear. Turning in your seat you were met with two warming smiles, one from Lewis and the other from George. “He just wants to look big in front of everyone else, he wants them to be scared of him so they’ll leave him be on the track.” Lewis winked as he finished speaking. 

Sending a warm smile to the two Mercedes drivers you spoke. “Thank you.” 

Lewis gave you a nod whilst Max took a slight glance at who was behind you before glancing down at you, grabbing your attention. “What?” You whispered. 

“I hate your rivals so you need to hate mine.” 

“A rival for one season, Mick’s been mine for a while now.” 

“Still…” He pouted like a child as he looked at you but like children, you both couldn’t hold in laughter, even if you were in the middle of a meeting. 

“I’ll dislike him, how about that?” You smirked. 

“It’ll do for now.” He turned his attention back to the meeting. 

“I wanted to discuss a few incidents that took place last year, you all know how dangerous this sport can be therefore I want to let you all know that penalties for purposely reckless driving will be higher -”

“Does that also apply to the drivers who live off daddy’s money or just the ones who’ve had to work for it?” You cut Wittich off. “Because if I recall last season Schumacher was given a five-second penalty when he forced me off the track and when I fought him for the track a few races later I got a ten-second penalty, he didn’t leave the track but I did yet for some reason he got off lightly when he made me lose several places -”

“I can assure you Miss y/l/n we will be looking at incidents closely and no favouritism will be shown.”

“Is that you implying favouritism was shown last year?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sounded like it -”

“Let the man speak y/n.” Mick huffed, throwing his head back slightly but not enough where you could see his expression, not that you needed to. Anyone could tell he looked the spitting image of his father after that famous incident, he always did when he was annoyed. “Also my dad worked for his money.”

“You didn’t.” You hit back. “You just took him for all he had, the famous Schumacher name can’t buy talent, Mick.”

Mick turned on his chair to look at you, venom on his tongue as he spat his next words. “Talent? You want to talk about that? I’m a World Champion, you’re not.”

“You cheated -”

“Cheated? You couldn’t even finish half the time -”

“Because you wouldn’t let me, you’d push me off and cause an accident!”

“Oh come on y/n,” Mick’s devilish smile grew. “We both know I’ve made you finish.” 

His words made the other drivers smirk and a few let out a small giggle, that was mainly Lando and his childish ways. There were a few drivers who never found Mick’s cocky attitude to be amusing, those were Max, Lewis, George, Pierre and Yuki. Charles and Daniel were very much on the fence when it came to these things. Charles wanted to defend his teammate but also adored you. Daniel was the same, to an extent, he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves but never wanted to pick a side, he liked you both. Seb was the same, kind of anyway, you always knew he’d be there for Mick more than you but that never stopped him from pulling Mick aside and talking down to him. 

“I faked it every single time Schumacher.” You wouldn’t let him embarrass you further. If he wanted to tell your secret to the grid (you were sure they already knew anyway, you weren’t exactly silent throughout the whole ideal) then you’d play along with his game. 

“She doesn’t fake it with me.” A smug french accent filled the room. 

“Gentlemen please!” Wittich attempted to calm everyone and bring the focus back onto him, not really wanting to know what went on behind closed doors with the drivers. “And y/n…” He gave another light nod towards you. “Please keep that to yourselves. Does anyone else have any other queries?” 

Everyone stayed silent until Max spoke. “Is that what we were all called in here for?” He raised his brows in amusement. “Just to be told that we can’t drive around like idiots?”

“Yes…”

“Could it have not been sent in an email?” 

“Well yes…” “What a waste of time…”

“Verstappen I think it is key to remember you are one of the drivers I have in mind when talking about reckless driving.”

“This is Formula 1 not ballet.” 

You smiled at his reply, he had a point. You can’t expect people to take part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world and not expect some dangerous moves. Sure stupid ones that would purposely put someone in a coma needs to be pulled up but nine times out of ten it was always an accident unless it was you and Mick. 

“Are we done?” You spoke. 

“We are.” 

“Perfect.” Both you and Max spoke in unison and quickly headed out of the door, not wanting to be walking alongside Mick. 

Qualifying was set to take place in a few minutes and the only time you wanted to think of Mick was when you were holding that Championship trophy in front of him. Even if you had to play dirty, you’d get it this year. 

“How was the briefing?” Christian Horner, your boss approached you and Max as you made your way into the garages.

“Shit,” Max replied. “Schumacher is such a bitch man…” 

“Yeah well do your talking on the track.” Christian turned to you. “Especially you, we’re getting that title this year, either Max or you are going to win it, no one else.” 

“That’s the plan.” You gave him a light smile as you checked over your car. “Or we could just join with Mercedes and let Lewis win it, let him get his eighth and then just annoy Mick by reminding him his dad isn’t as good as Lewis Hamilton.” 

“Over my dead body are we doing that.”Christian gave a small smile to your idea. “Plan A is to get you your first title.” He turned to Max. “Plan B is to get him his third.”He looked back at you. “And if that all goes to shit then Plan C is to let anyone but Ferarri win it, so I’ll consider the Lewis plan.” 

Max frowned. “Why is y/n Plan A?” 

“Because you’ve already won two, you selfish git.” He laughed a small smile on Max’s face appeared. “Now get in that car, you two know the plan, get out ahead, keep it clean and always aim for the fastest lap. Remember you two are a team, work together and never against one another, be a team player when it’s needed but remember you two are both capable of getting that title.” 

Putting your helmet on you couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes on you. Your sight fell onto Mick. His eyes scanned your body before he met your gaze, a smirk was plastered on his face. He winked as he put his helmet on and turned to his mechanics. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to your own car. Your mind was always focused on beating Mick to a title, that was the dream. Your eyes darted over to the Ferrari garage before you looked back to your car. 

Why go for one world title when you could go for eight? 

You and Max were the first ones to get out on track, immediately setting the fastest sectors but it wasn’t long before Ferarri made their moves. Charles was holding the fastest lap time and was standing in P1, Max was P2, Mick was P3 and you were just holding on to P4. You were going into Q3, one last chance to get on pole. 

This time you waited, you watched as Mick and Charles started their laps and that’s where you noticed your mistake. You were still young, a couple of years behind Mick and mistakes would often happen but learning from them could be rather easy, even if you were learning from your rival. It was something Lewis had taught you, watch everyone in front of you, mimic their ways of driving but make it better. You watched as Mick cut the third corner rather tight, making him faster. It was a corner which you took a little wide, losing a valuable second. That and hearing Max yell ‘just put your foot down!’ was more than enough. 

You got back out on the track, your mind thinking logically but also not caring if you went through those corners a lot faster than advised and after just one lap you were up into P1 and Max was in P2, pushing Mick down to P3. You just needed to keep it up and not just for today. 

The session ended with both Red Bulls carrying P1 and P2 and Mick down in P3. The team cheered as the two of you drove back into the garages, trying their best to fight off the media to congratulate you first. Climbing out of the car, you raised your fist to the crowd, smiling as they all cheered yours and Max’s names. Max climbed out alongside you, pulling you into a hug. 

“That was fucking brilliant.” He laughed. “Keep that up tomorrow and you’ll lap Schumacher.” 

“We can only hope.” You smiled as you and he made your way to the team, falling into their arms as they showered the pair of you with praise.

“Well done mate.” Christian smiled as he hugged you. “Brilliant driving today.” You removed your helmet, fixing your hair as you smiled back at him. 

“Thank you.” Taking a deep breath your eyes fell on the glow of the crowd holding banners and flags as they looked down on you. Although Red Bull wasn’t the most loved team in the world you were certainly loved. There was something about being an underdog and working for your opportunity that people loved, even if you drove for one of the most hated teams and you had a rivalry with the golden boy of formula 1 who happened to drive for the most popular team in the world. 

“Mick!” An interviewer grabbed your attention, you watched as he pulled Mick aside. The blonde ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on you for a split second before jumping back to the man in front of him. “You were very unlucky out there today, it seemed as if Ferarri were going to have a one, two today…”

“Yeah it looked hopeful but the Red Bulls are fast, we’ve always known that. They have two very talented drivers so we always knew it would be a challenge but they were clearly the better ones today.” 

You hated this about Mick. He would always act so nice in front of the media, sure he’d throw a few digs your way occasionally when things got heated but he always acted like the perfect person in front of interviewers, clearly, media training had paid off for him. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to take it back tomorrow?” 

“It’ll be a challenge but I think so. We’re in a good position, it could be worse,” He laughed at his own words. “But we certainly have the car to do so and the drivers so it’ll come down to strategy and who can stay calm under the pressure.” 

“Hopefully they’ll fuck up their strategy like they normally do,” Max whispered in your ear, making you laugh. Ferrari was known for many things and their shit strategies were one of them.

“Thank you, Mick.” Mick nodded as he handed the microphone to Max, joining your side. 

“Nice driving today, something sparked up in Q3.” He spoke, looking straight ahead to not draw attention to the two of you. 

“Well Max P2 for you, both Red Bulls starting ahead tomorrow, what did you make of it?” You ignored Mick, focusing on the interview before you. 

“Yes things went very well, very happy for y/n, she did so well today and deserves to be in the front for tomorrow.” You smiled at Max as he spoke, earning an eye roll from Mick. “We’re in a good position, hopefully, we can finish like this tomorrow.”

“Would be a perfect start to the season!”

“Yes definitely, the winning year for one of us hopefully.” 

“Do you plan to go for your third this year?”

“Only if she can’t get her first,” Max replied. You never understood why the man got so much hate from fans, he was as sweet as anything. 

“God he’ll make me be sick if he continues,” Mick complained, he looked down at you before speaking again. “Are you really fucking Gasly?” 

“Still upset?” 

“Just curious.”

“None of your business.” Your blunt tone was enough to suggest he stop talking but he didn’t take the hint. 

“No you’re right, it’s none of my business what man touches what’s mine -”

“Fuck off Schumacher I’m not ‘yours’ you were the one who called off our little affair.” 

“I’m aware y/n but I know one thing that Gasly doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?”

“How to make you feel good, he won’t ever make you feel like I do.” 

“Christ I thought Gasly’s ego was big yet here you stand proving the world wrong yet again.” 

“I’m gonna do the same this year.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Win as many titles as my Dad.” 

“That’s sweet.” You faked a smile. “You want to win seven?”

“That’s how many my Dad has won…”

“That’s cute…” You glanced up at him as Max finished his interview. 

“How many do you plan on winning? If you can even get to one?” 

“The first one will come at the end of this year Schumacher but if you must know I plan to win eight, beating you once won’t ever be enough.” You walked off to the interviewer who brightly smiled your way as Max joined Mick.

“Is she really sleeping with Gasly?” He quickly asked Max. 

“Ask her that, not me.”

“I did.” Max scoffed at his reply, a smile and laugh escaping his lips as he did so. 

“She lives in that head of yours more than you like to think.” 

“Y/n!” Max focused on the interview, making sure to jump in if he was needed. “Congratulations for today!”

“Thank you!” Smiling back you felt the glare of Mick and the soft protective eyes of Max. 

“Think you can do it this year?” Laughing softly at his reply you answered. 

“I hope so, I have an incredible team behind me and an even better teammate, I got far last year because of him and them so hopefully we can push that little bit more and secure the title.”

“Max clearly looks out for you a lot, is that something you feel you didn’t get from your past teams and has it helped?” You knew he was referring to Mick and Haas. Everyone was incredible at Haas, Mick included but when he started to throw you aside your times got worse it was only Red Bull who saw potential and put it to good use and it evidently paid off. 

“I had an incredible team at Haas, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them, so I certainly didn't lack anything there.”

“What about a teammate?” 

You didn’t hesitate, even a small utter of silence would be enough to start a media frenzy. “Mick was fantastic like I said I wouldn’t be here without him.” You gave a thin smile, hoping he’d go back to questions as both Max’s and Mick’s gazes burned your skin. 

“It’s nice to see you both speak so highly of one another after last year.” 

The year Mick cheated you out of the title. 

You let out a low laugh, not wanting to reply to his words. 

“Good luck tomorrow y/n.” He finished. 

“Thank you.” Handing the mic back to him you gave Max a silent request to follow you. The pair of you left Mick and headed back to the garages for a quick debrief before going back to the hotel. 

Max picked up on your deadpanned expression, knowing you wanted just to tell everyone to stop asking about Mick but it if you did it would just come with repercussions, Max knew that well. “They want a reaction -” He broke the silence. 

“They’ll get one if they keep going.” 

“Take it from someone who’s been in your position, don’t give them one.” 

“Is that you telling me you regret threatening a group of journalists?”

“Not really, more think of your PR assistant.” He smiled. “She works hard as it is so don’t make her job any harder.”

“Can’t make any promises Verstappen.” 

—

“What team do you think we’ll both be driving for in the future?” Your sweet voice filled Mick’s hotel room. You laid on his chest as he played with your y/h/c hair. 

“You don’t think we’ll both stay at Haas?” 

“Oh come on Mick we both know we can’t challenge for the title in Haas.” 

He smiled down at you, taking in every inch of your soft skin. “I can see us both in red.”

“Oh yeah?” You propped yourself up on his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You think so?”

“Both of us for Ferarri would be a dream.” He moved your hair out of your face as he smiled brightly. “Promise me?”

“Promise you what?”

“No matter what we’ll stick together and drive for Ferarri together.” His eyes stared deep into yours, longing for an answer. “Promise me?”

You pecked his cheek. “I promise you, we’ll both drive for Ferarri and we’ll win a title one day.” Mick leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips, deepening the kiss before rolling you over on your back so he could be on top. 

Your mind often wandered back to these memories, Mick’s did too but you both looked back on that one with spite. Mick felt betrayed you never came to Fearri with him but you felt pride for getting some common sense. 

—

The cool night air filled your senses. It was the first race of the season, your first chance to show Mick that you weren’t giving up after last year. The formation lap was about to start, Max was just behind you in P2 and you knew he’d hold Mick back as best he could for you. Max had as much determination to win it as you did but he wanted nothing more than to see Mick Schumacher lose out like you did last year. 

“Don’t look so nervous.” A sudden voice grabbed your attention. You spun around to the garage entrance to see Mick standing before you. “You’ve done this a million and one times -”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your tone was sour. 

“Technically I’m not in the garage.” He pointed to the line on the floor which indicated where the garage started. “I’m just outside of it.”

“You know the formation lap is about to start.”

“I’m aware y/n,” Mick smirked. “Then again you do start ahead of me so you should be getting out there…” His smirk grew even wider. “Can’t say you’ll finish in front of me.”

“I did several times last year.”

“Not enough to become Champion though.”

“You cheated.”

“Cheated? No love I won that fair and square.”

“You knew the only way to beat me was to force me off the track but this year that isn’t going to happen.” You took a deep breath. “And don’t call me that.”

“You seemed to like it when I was between your legs -”

“Go fuck yourself, Schumacher.”

“Why would I when you do that for me?” He let out a cocky laugh as he turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage. You knew he was only doing it to get a reaction, hoping it would set you off before the race but you wouldn’t let it get to you. Without glancing back at him you threw on your helmet and climbed into your car. He wasn’t going to win again. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go!” 

You didn’t hesitate, setting off the moment the lights gave their signal. You got off to a good start but so did Mick. He and Max were already battling for P2 which just gave you time to break away from them both. Red Bull was fast on the straights but Ferarri was just as quick if they timed things right. 

You had managed to stay out for a solid twenty laps before you were called back to the garages for a tyre change. You trusted your team more than anyone else in the world, they’d taken Max and Sebastian to greatness multiple times and you knew they’d do the same for you. Once you’d had your pit stop Mick was in front of you. He would put up a fight but it was nothing you weren’t already used to. 

Catching up with Mick you sped up down the straights, keeping your eyes on Max who was behind you but also focusing on the man before you. You knew Mick would cut the corner a little too soon, forcing you to stay behind him but if you got close enough to him before the corner he wouldn’t be able to force you off without receiving a heavy penalty. 

The pair of you had battled one another for the rest of the race and now with three laps to go you grew frustrated. “This fucking dick…” Yelling down the radio you kept going. Max had always played a little dirty when it came to these things and maybe it was time you took a leaf out of his book. Without thinking much of it you sped up down the straights, getting closer to Mick to push him closer to the edge. Your quick move made him slow slightly, not wanting to head off the track which gave you enough room to overtake him. 

The Red Bull garage cheered at your move, putting you into P1, ahead of Mick. Max was also doing his best to catch up in the final laps and push Mick back down into P3 where he started the race but it was no use. The only good thing about those two going for one another was that Mick wasn’t paying too much attention to you, allowing you to pull away from the two of them. 

“She’s won it in Bahrain! y/n y/l/n has won the first race of the season!” You were hailed over the commentary as you crossed the finish line. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You beamed down your radio. “Wow… thank you guys so much, one race down many more to go!” 

“Fantastic driving today y/n, really well done.” Christian praised. 

“Thank you man, where did Max finish?”

“He finished P3, not the result we wanted for him but it was a solid drive.” 

Your heart sunk for Max. You wished you and him could have shared a P1 and P2 with him but Mick had another idea. You couldn’t dwell on it now, you had a trophy to collect. Driving into the garages you stopped before the sign displaying you had won before getting out of the car. You ran over to your team, jumping in their arms as they showered you with attention. 

You turned to greet Max who pulled you in for a hug. “You fucking beat him!”

“For now!” You laughed back, taking your helmet off. 

“You know for a minute I didn’t think you would.”

“Had to play dirty like Verstappen to win.” You winked at him as the pair of you turned away to get weighed. “Shame you couldn’t get past him.”

“Little shit didn’t want to give in that easily after you beat him.”

“He better get used to it, he’s not winning it again this year.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

—

After the ceremony and your national anthem being proudly sung throughout the stands, you and a few other drivers decided to head to a nearby club for celebration drinks. Mick would occasionally attend the drinks but that was only ever if he won so he wasn’t here tonight but you didn’t care. 

Your mind was intoxicated by the sound of the music blasting through the club and the feeling of Pierre Gasly’s touch on your waist as you danced alongside him. When Pierre was all over you like this you wished Mick was here to watch. Mick might have been able to lie to you about his feelings but his actions said otherwise. 

His jaw would clench every time Gasly and you were mentioned. You could evidently overhear what he was asking Max when you were being interviewed. It was no secret that Mick Schumacher was jealous of other men around you but one thing you struggled to work out was why. He was the one who called off your late-night sex sessions not you so he really had no right to be jealous, did he? 

 The night drew on and so did your tiredness. Max offered to walk you back but you politely declined, you could handle yourself just fine and besides, Daniel had just ordered shots for them both so you told the Dutchman you’d see him in the morning and headed back to the hotel. 

The plan was to just go to your room and sleep off the celebrations but it seemed as if the universe had other plans. As you got into the lift you were joined by someone else, none other than Mick Schumacher.

“Could you not have waited for the next lift?” You narrowed your gaze at him, your nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol that left him. 

“There was a time when you begged me to join you in every quiet moment we got.” 

“Why do you keep bringing that up?” You snapped, looking up at him. “Every single time I see you, you have to make a comment.”

“First time you’re complaining y/n.”

“That’s not true.”

“Why do you complain?” He arched his brows, his eyes scanning over your outfit. “Scared it’ll bring back memories?” 

You laughed at his comment, meeting his gaze as you answered. “Scared? Someone should hold up a mirror for you to see your reaction when anyone mentions Gasly.”

“Why would I care for him?”

“You don’t care for him Mick but you care for how he makes me feel.”

Mick swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he turned his body to face you. Stalking closer so your back hit the side of the lift, Mick looked down at you, his cocky grin growing with every breath. “He won’t ever make your legs shake like I did, god what I would do just to hear my name fall from those pretty lips of yours again…” He moved your hair from your face, his fingers grazing across your cheek whilst the other hand lingered on your dress. 

“You called it off, not me.”

“I know, maybe I regret it.” His eyes met yours. 

“Why now?”

“When I won…” His lips replaced his hand, trailing down your cheek as the other tilted your chin up. “I felt like something was missing… I wanted you that night too…”

“Maybe you could have had both if you didn’t cheat.” Mick grabbed your throat at your words, pushing himself into your body. 

“Such a sore loser y/n…”

“I’m not doing this with you again Mick…”

“Once more, for old time's sake.” His thumb traced your bottom lip. “And then you can run off to Gasly all you like and we’ll see if you come back…”

“You called this all off.”

“I know.” His lips now hovered above yours. “Once more won’t hurt, will it?”

Were you really going to fall back into his arms so soon?

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[vampirevatican]

so let's talk...

they cloned tyrone (spoilers and all)

SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES

"it's in the water", "straighter is greater", "i got that ruckus", "got damn! fried chicken", "grape juice", the shot of an old american dream like poster, depicting a white man, til it pans out to the ghetto.

the movie hints to it's audience from the start that this? this shit runs deep. yeah everyone is carrying on like normal, so does the movie, and no one bats an eye until it's deliberately pointed out. for me it says a lot that i can only convey or remind folks with in the way fontaine treats junebug in the first half.

hood niggas don't wanna be hood niggas.

and that right there is exactly fontaine. not only to just the brother he lost, but extended to junebug, yo yo, charles, his momma. sure he a product of his environment but he ain't got much of a choice and that's depicted when he does everything he can to get to the bottom of what the fuck is going on up 'til he literally loses control.

EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

seeing another you. loosing complete autonomy while being conscious of it.

what slick and 'taine saw? enough to make any human question the fabric of their reality, if they're real, if their memories are really theirs, how much can they recall in those memories and if they are recalling everything. when slick saw fontaine again and when fontaine first faced his previous body. 'taine's drive was figuring out if he's really him. hell as he was grappling with the chaos that it brings in his mind, what does he say when he finally snaps out of it?

im me.

as humans our lives, decisions, etc. come from some peace of mind that we have autonomy. the fact that we can say and do as we please, even if it's within a boundary, is enough for us to feel some kind of calmness in the thought that we have power over ourselves. can't control the world around me, can't do big shit, but i can do this. the little things.

all i could think was, 'but what if there's another you.. an original you.' and when his autonomy was put into question, him backing off like that and accepting it is a form of nihilistic defeat. he can't do shit but what he's always done, and if that means he or anyone else he loves doesn't die? then it's something he deals with, until it's too much to bear.. until the cycle of everyday (that he now knows is a cycle) weighs heavy and the only thing to pull him out of it? junebug. the good memories of his brother.

THE CLONES AND TIME

i had this originally titled and future, but the point here is the original/old fontaine and his plan.

i feel that old fontaine made that deal not just because of ronnie, or the decayed blood he has to wipe up, i feel like that's part of the defeatist mindset he has. he decided the "can't beat em, join em" route was better. that assimilating to what white folks have wanted since fucking eugenics was better, even if it's not he reasons that joining is better than just dying out.

"assimilation is better than annihilation."

ofc, our fontaine, doesn't believe any of that bullshit. that the whole operation is fucked. old fontaine says that it's something they both know but i agree and disagree... they both know that's what white america wants. for old fontaine if that's enough to not have another incident like ronnie? good enough but our fontaine?? he's got junebug he's thinking about, other little kids in the here and now, the dreams that yo yo had and still has, everyone in the hood who wants out but just can't seem to get out.

CONTROL GROUPS

"tyrone... ain't that you?"

now i didn't grow up in the hood,or rather the projects, but i was near it. small knit group, everyone knows each other more or less.

the drug dealer, the pimp, the pastor, the kids, the aunties/grandmas/mamas/misses.

in the black community we all know someone like that or have heard of them, and the end of the movie shows this. it's more than just a call back and a chance to play a hit by miss badu.

these regulars? they're the control group the second in command was talking about. they're the ones that don't quite get the same treatment as the experimental group (i.e yo yo, biddy, junebug etc.) they're key players to making the ecosystem (experiment/operation) run smoothly. which is why the convo of fontaine deciding to go with slick and yo yo is integral to the ending and vice versa.

to break the cycle, the system? everyone's gotta rally together. country wide. (in movie context ofc)

#.⁠｡⁠*⁠chitchat💭━♡ #they cloned tyrone #they cloned tyrone spoilers #okay im done. im off the soap box.

[thisismeracing]

WORKS IN PROGRESS (JULY) ✅

IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x smau Mick and Yn decided to stay friends after breaking off their two years relationship, but it seems like things weren't that broken. Maybe having the same friend circle and seeing each other all the time meant that things were never really over. 

LOVE SIPS (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x smut Some bad moments leave the feeling that your whole day was destroyed. Sometimes, all you need to navigate life’s ups and downs is someone to remember you that bad events don’t equal a bad day, Yn decides on a very peculiar approach to remind herself that, and Mick, her boyfriend, is happy to help. 

THE PHANTOM OF MISCOMMUNICATION (100%) ✅ read here lewis hamilton x angst Dating a professional athlete is hard, and it's even harder when you are famous too, and your schedules just keep crashing. how will their love beat their insecurities? 

THE (UN)LUCKY ONE (100%) ✅ read here charles leclerc x angst Charles and Yn have a history back from when he was at alfa romeo, Yn used to be his PR assistant, and they were close to best friends. Now, years later, they are still friends, but Yn is Carlos’ assistant now, and she can help but root for her new friend and boss. Meanwhile, Charles is having trouble with no longer having her undying support all the time. He’s been through an unlucky season on the speedway, will he be unlucky in love too?  

BANANA PANCAKES (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x fluff Mick is used to racing cars and living at high speed, but lazy rainy mornings with you are his favorite. Cuddling in bed, making banana pancakes, and listening to the rain fall down while swinging together on the front porch, no travel or circuit beats these moments.

GOD IS A WOMAN (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x fluff/suggestive Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you're it to him.

YOU CAN CALL ME OBSESSED (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x smut Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise you and prove to you that he’s the only one. 

➔ Disclaimer: Please, be patient with me, I may take time but I always get it done <3. I decided to mix some of the requests who were similar and/or not very specific, but I'm doing all of them.

➔ also: make sure you reblog my pieces and/or leave me a comment, it means a lot and that’s a way to support and give more visibility to content creators! *mwah* 

➔ here’s my masterlist

these titles can always change! they’re just so I can keep my docs organized. 

✅ - means the piece was published

% - stands for the amount of writing I did on that piece

#millie writes #mick schumacher imagine #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #wip list #f1 social media au #charles leclerc imagine #lewis hamilton #mick schumacher

[thetwelfthcrow]

Soooo can we get recs for 443316?👀

but of COURSE you can !!

▴🏎 4433 fic recs: with Charles edition 🏎▴

welcome everyone to this special fic rec list: 443316 - fics where, in whatever order, lewis/max/charles are together. it's a short list, but i hope that serves only as an invite to write these three more. as far as i know these are the only fics in this ot3 ship and they're amaziiiing! i sincerely invite all lestappen, 4433 and 4416 shippers to give these a try. even if you don't like one of these three ships, these two fics are absolutely worth your time - i promise !

AO3 collection with all my Formula One bookmarks general favorite fics in the 4433 ship favorite christmas fics in the 4433 ship favorite omegaverse fics in the 4433 ship

always be sure to check the accurate and updated tags on the fic itself (i only copy a few)! if your fic is on here and you'd like me to link your tumblr then just comment below and i'll add it :)

▴ honey, there is no right way [series] by latebrakers | 11,3k | incomplete secret relationship 4433, charles helps them / pining / getting together

(1) fair weather | G | 3k | complete

The first time, Max asks Charles for a favor. The next time Max could use some help, Charles offers it himself.

(2) fair warning | T | 5k | complete

Charles thought he was being generous, at first, but now he just feels greedy.

(3) fair share | M | 3k | complete

Lewis takes his phone out of his pocket and props it on the porch railing. “Two minutes,” he announces. “Everyone think of a wish.” Charles could not possibly think of just one. Or: Charles books a flight to Colorado.

▴ three [series] by additivity | 20,3k | incomplete secret relationship / relationship reveal friends with benefits

straight-ish | M | 3,6k | complete

There were a lot of photos of Formula 1 drivers on the internet. But none like this.

amateur photography | E | 16,6k | 5/5ch, complete

Lewis really isn't looking for a relationship. Which is why his current arrangement is pretty perfect. What's not so great is trying to explain that to his press officer while F1 twitter self-destructs about it.

▴ behind different doors [series] by kiwialicat | 49,3k | incomplete established fwb lestappen / voyeurism / unresolved feelings

It’s not the size of your motorhome it’s how you use it | E | 6k | complete

Max looks back at him, and then down at the hand that Lewis still has firmly planted on Charles’s knee. Despite Lewis being a little less sharp than usual, it’s definitely not lost on him. “Jealous, Maxy?” Lewis doesn't want to waste this champagne, post Silverstone 2020 round one. He goes to find someone to celebrate with and gets a little more celebration than he'd hoped for.

Let’s feel this and think later | E | 31k | 6/6ch, complete

Lewis is pretty sure when it comes to Max and Charles there are strings, of one form or another, but he can’t deny there’s also a pretty incredible pay-off attached to those strings. It's the second week of the British GP double header, and it's a bit more memorable than usual for Lewis with a new version of Max and Charles in his life.

Room for three | E | 11k | complete

“So…” Lewis breathes deeply, “this offer…” he watches his hands open and close in front of him, “is this just a one-time thing? Tonight only?” Lewis has Max and Charles over for dinner. Some eating, some talking and some other stuff ensues.

▴ He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss) by m00nlightE | 18,8k | 2/5ch, incomplete omegaverse / alpha max, alpha lewis, omega charles / emotional manipulation

It was something they’d often discussed at the beginning of the relationship: the potential that one day, sometime in the future, the three of them could end up fighting for a championship title against one another. So when the start of the 2021 season came around and it looked like Red Bull might be bringing the competition to Mercedes at last, Charles couldn’t help but feel the battle between his partners was inevitable. He just never expected to get so caught in the middle of it all. OR: Charles, Max and Lewis, and how their relationship turned toxic over the course of the 2021 season.

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askbox always open for your favourite 4433(16) fics! i love to know what you love to read. this list is not complete (nor will it ever be), but it turned out all 443316 fics are amazing so these are the only fics in the tag rn. this IS AN INVITE to everyone reading all the way to here to write 443316 heheh! enjoy reading!

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #Anonymous #443316 #4433 #lestappen #fic recs #4433 fic recs

[marvelrarepairbingo]

We have had a super busy year full of creativity and at the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo the hits keep coming as our participants are delivering a lot of fantastic, fun submissions sure to keep you on your toes and enjoying all the fun places that creativity has taken them to this round! If you'd like to see more, then check it out under the cut! Also, if you're interested in Marvel Rare Pairs or maybe taking place in our bingo or one of the mini-events we have happening, then check us out at https://marvelrarepairbingo.tumblr.com/ or head on over to our discord and see what other Marvel fans are talking about!

Title: Sing, then, wherever you may be Author:  42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: I5: Dancing Pairing: matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Drunken Confessions Summary: Matt notices that Foggy has stopped singing around him--Or in general. When Matt asks him about it, things take an unexpected, but very welcome turn. Word Count: 3545 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52416643

Title: Crying under the Christmas Tree Author:  42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: B5: Heart Trouble Pairing: Matt Murdock & Foggy Nelson Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: drinking, heartbreak, emotional H/C, trauma Summary: Matt is alone on Christmas Eve. Again. Word Count: 2622 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52536322

Title: Last Christmas I gave you my heart Author:  Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: Adopted: "I got the cat a Santa suit" Pairing: Loki/Stephen Strange Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: None Summary: Loki still gets the cat a Santa Claus suit. Word Count:  3000 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52545799

Title: Show me your world Author:  42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: G3: Seduction Pairing: Matt Murdock / Charles Xavier Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: gay sex, fluff and smut Summary: When Charles and Matt seperately entered the bar that night, they weren't expecting to end up in the arms of a former stranger. And they definitely didn't expect it to mean as much as it does now. Word Count: 5474 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52609375

Title: Now I wear my Scars just like Tattoos (Chapter 3) Author:  42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O5: Forced to rely on Enemy/Rival Pairing: Clint/Bucky Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Pain, Trans!Clint, NB!Bucky, Implied/Referenced Suicidality Summary: Bucky's arm causes him chronic pain. As a last resort, Clint thinks Tony can help them. The only problem: Tony hasn't talked to Bucky since Siberia. Word Count: 2306 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49329592/chapters/133717213

Title: Marks on your Skin Author:  42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O1: Rough sex Pairing: Foggy Nelson/Erik Lehnsherr Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: painplay, knifeplay, kink, anal sex Summary: "Foggy wasn’t sure how it had happened. He knew there had to have been a lot of alcohol involved the first time. For both of them. It wasn’t like he didn’t remember that night—their first night together—it was just that it didn’t make a lot of sense. Because why, for all that was good, would Erik Lehnsherr, the strong, tall, and famously unpleasant engineering student, hook up with a guy called Foggy, who was known by all to be soft and fluffy, always helpful and kind? Foggy didn’t know. There was no way he could wrap his brain around it, and, at this point, he was afraid to ask." Word Count: 4336 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52973536

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 3: Glitter Sprinkles Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: O2: Bring It On Pairing: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods Summary: Darcy starts spending time in Bucky's kitchen, and discovers his sprinkle cabinet. Word Count: 1690 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/739649084262055936/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 4: The Cupcake Hour Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: N4: Bucky Barnes Pairing: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, grimy science gremlin Jane Summary: Jane hears all about Darcy's new crush, and then the science bestie meets baker, who has a question for Darcy. Word Count: 1425 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/739735156612628480/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 6: Archery and Mirror Glaze Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: I1: meet cute Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Clint & Bucky Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, meeting Clint! Summary: Darcy meets Bucky's best friend, then gets to watch him do more sugar magic. Word Count: 1396 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740022112528531456/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 7: Thievery and Cookery Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: I5: Darcy Lewis Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, Thor is a cereal thief Summary: Thor has committed a grave sin, and Bucky is in charge of fixing Darcy's cranky mood. Word Count: 1264 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740158874035912704/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 8: Frosting Roses Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: free space Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, everyone is just real cute Summary: Jane has a breakthrough and Bucky brandishes a piping bag. Word Count: 1431 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740193261833125888/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 9: A Compote Murder Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: G1: “Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into” Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Bucky & Clint Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, Disaster Clint, flirting over baked goods Summary: Clint wreaks havoc in Bucky's kitchen, and Darcy helps to conquer a very large block of chocolate. Word Count: 1689 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740285209867583488/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 12: Bucky's Birthday Present Author:  rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: B2: image of Bucky Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Bucky & Clint, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, Bucky's birthday Summary: Darcy tries to think of what to get Bucky for his birthday, Jane is unhelpful, Thor is very helpful, and Clint is her partner in actual crime. Word Count: 2028 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740550507239768064/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: The Long-Ass Walk of Shame Author:  Blizzard_Fire Card #: MRP-032 Square Filled: G5: "Borrowing" The Significant Other's Clothes Pairing: Hela/Jennifer Walters Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Morning after, humour Summary: There’s only one downside to hot sex with an Asgardian goddess. Word Count: 1044 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52890901

Title: A little treehouse Author:  Esteicy Card #: MRP-092 Square Filled: G1: Meeting in a treehouse Pairing: Jean Grey x Wanda Maximoff Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: n/a Summary: Wanda finds a treehouse in the forest; inside she meets someone special. Word Count: 693 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53865802

Title: what doesn't kill us Author:  Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: I2: Mission ends bloody but successful Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Thunderbolts team, Bucky Barnes/John Walker/Sam Wilson Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: Five times Bucky looks after his team and one time he lets someone else take care of him. Word Count: 9K Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54242446

Title: a shadow among shadows Author:  Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: I4: Ghostly Chill Pairing: Bucky Barnes/John Walker Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: He really wishes he was normal sometimes, normaler. At least Bucky’s in a similar wavelength of messed up, take some lose some and all that bullshit. Word Count: 5K Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54254146

Title: Cuddles Author:  mikeyp16 Card #: MRP-095 Square Filled: I3: Cuddling Pairing: Captain America / Wolverine Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Word Count: Artwork Link: https://www.tumblr.com/mikeyp16/742861391808036865/first-time-joining-a-fandom-bingo-specifically?source=share

Title: Cost Author:  Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: B1: Short term gains at a long term cost Pairing: Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong (Friends) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mention of betrayal Summary: Steve asked Clarice for help. Word Count: 556 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/745469836561350656/cost

Title: In the land of gods and monsters Author:  Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: B2: That’ll never happen again Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor, Hulk/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Established Loki/Tony Stark, Established Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Jotunn | Frost Giant, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Sex, Humor, Sexual Humor Summary: When three rogue Frost Giants show up in Central Park, turn it into a mini and temporary Jotunheim, Thor and Tony do their part in the fight by encouraging their boyfriends...by ogling and thirsty commentary. Word Count: 1289 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55313029

Title: Common Ground Author:  scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: Adopted: Mood board/Enemies to Lovers/Hurt Comfort Pairing: Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Sexual Content, Handcuffs, Hurt/Comfort, Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Post-Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Mood Board, Light Dom/sub, Past Abuse, Healing Summary: After Erik rescued Emma from the compound Shaw left her to rot in, she and Erik formed an alliance and gained a deeper understanding of one another that brought them closer in forming a different kind of bond between them. Word Count: 3036 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55358851

Title: Happily Ever After Author:  scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: N2: Three Times a Bridesmaid/Hallmark Romance Pairing: Kate Bishop/Peter Parker Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: N/A Summary: Wealthy socialite Kate Bishop has always been blessed with good fortune when it comes to helping her friends find their happily ever after. As one of New York City’s top elite, Kate has tried to break outside of her mother’s shell to make a name for herself. She’s as helped countless childhood friends find their way to happily ever after, but with so much time spent on building everyone else’s happily ever after Kate’s ignored her own need for romance in favor of building up her reputation as the premiere wedding planner in the city, working her way to the top. Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/scottxlogan/748430600610906112/kate-bishoppeter-parker-marvel-rare-pair-bingo?source=share

Title: City Dreams Author:  scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: I3: Soulmate AU/Diner AU Pairing: Pepper Potts/Bruce Banner Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: romance, angst, soulmates Summary: Pepper Potts and Bruce Banner are soulmates destined to find one another, but when their initial romance crumbles to pieces it takes them 20 years to find their way back to one another and the love they lost as they both work to build new beginnings together. Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/scottxlogan/748437190687735808/this-moodboard-and-summary-was-written-for-the?source=share

Title: Love and Hunger Author:  Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: N5: Shoulder Bites (Mood Board Madness Fill (Horror Movie & Hallmark Romance)) Pairing: Loki/Bucky Barnes Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Horror themes, blood, cannibalism, vampirism, Cannibal Bucky, Vampire Loki, blood drinking, military experimentation, descriptions of violence, descriptions of war, descriptions of bloody battles, potential torture, humor, horror and humor, romance, fluff, monsters in love Summary: After military experiments that left James with super soldier abilities and cannibalistic hunger, he's felt like an outsider, even around his best friend. When the internet allows him to interact with others with strange needs, he finally meets Loki, someone who may well be the answer to his two biggest problems: loneliness and what to do with all that blood. Word Count: 953 (concept write-up) Link: https://www.tumblr.com/mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea/748421590079946752/more-mood-board-madness

Title: Rainy Days and Mondays Author:  Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: B5: Kissing in the Rain Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mood Board, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Darcy Lewis Feels, Thor Needs a Hug (Marvel), First Kiss, Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Fluff, Romantic FluffSummary: Stuck in a café while it's pissing down rain outside, Darcy spots a familiar face coming in her direction. She and Thor have a surprise reunion, and they connect over dinner. When it's time to say goodnight and go their separate ways, neither of them really want to. Word Count: 1819 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55411420

#marvel rare pair bingo #mrp2024 #marvel rare pair #marvel rare pairs #spring round up #matt murdock #foggy nelson #bucky barnes #darcy lewis #jane foster #thor #clint barton #loki #stephen strange #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #hela #jennifer walters #jean grey #wanda maximoff #john walker #sam wilson #thunderbolts #james howlett #wolverine #steve rogers #clarice fong #emma frost #bruce banner #kate bishop

[jwnchstr]

the one with the silent treatment pt.2

title: the one with the silent treatment | c.l16

characters: charles leclerc, you!reader, carlos sainz jr.

summary: in which, you didn’t invite charles to lunch wiht you and pierre and he is sulking and gives you the silent treatment.

masterlist | part one

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     “ah,” a familiar voice hummed. it was carlos. he was at the door of his driver’s room. “look who’s here.”

     you looked up and smiled guiltily at him. there’s no reason as to why you found his driver’s room more comfortable when charles’s driver’s room is literally beside his.

     carlos entered his room. he’s not complaining about you in his room, this time. it’s not bothering him at all that you’re here. he’s not worried about his girlfriend finding out that you’re in the same room with him even though could feel uncomfrotable about it.

     the older spaniard took a seat beside you, though left a reasonable space between you two. “does this mean that you still haven’t apologised to charles and you guys are still not talking to each other?”

     you took a deep breath and sighed. you’re not sure if you’re relieved that you and charles fine. what happened after blew up your mind. “hmm.”

     “what ‘hmm’? i asked you a question,” carlos seemed annoyed. “oh, wait. did he...” carlos left his question hanging on purpose to watch your reaction.

     you raised your eyebrows at carlos, pretending that you didn’t understand what he was trying to ask. you tried your best to mask your sheepish smile, but carlos caught you blushing.

     “you’re blushing!” carlos’s face lit up.

     “i’m not blushing,” the sentence came out of your mouth way too fast.

     “you are! so, i guess, it went well. in fact, maybe too well,” carlos teased you.

     you snorted as you rolled your eyes at carlos.

     yes, maybe it went well with charles last week even though his confession was out of nowhere, but you’re not sure if you wanted to talk about it with anyone at the paddock. maybe they will figure it out by themselves.

     “i’ll see you around, chilli.” you stood up to leave.

     carlos pulled a face. “you’re leaving? no! not now! i want to know what happened!”

     “no, carlos. i’m not going to tell you anything.”

     “huh.” carlos snorted in annoyance. “not like neither of us here don’t already know what’s happening between you two.”

    hearing that, you returned back to your seat beside carlos like a happy little girl who gets a christmas present. with shiny eyes, you asked, “what happened between me and charles?”

     “nothing.” carlos winked his eyes at you. “now, irme. i need my beauty sleep before the fp2 this afternoon.”

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     the garage had never been so busy, though it’s only free practice for the belgian grand prix. you were standing in the fan zone box, with noise cancelling headphone on your ears, watching the mechanic doing their thing with charles car. you love how determined they are at their job, always wondering if they ever wanted to quit theirs like you with yours.

     “hey,” he greeted you. he was smiling as usual, though this time you felt different.

     he looked shy, but he’s not hiding it. it’s like he’s comfortable to let you know that he’s shy whenever you’re around him.

     as he rested his hands on the rails, you smiled back at him. “hi.” his face was so close to yours.

     “having fun yet?”

     “no,” you answered honestly. not like this is your first time being blunt with charles, though. “i don’t know what you guys are doing, for instance. and i have work to be done, but i don’t have the moods to finish them either.”

     charles chuckled at your honest answer. “did you find isa? have you eaten? anything i can help before i get into the car?”

     “i found her not long after you left. we had lunch together just now and i think we’re going to have a walk while you’re working.” you genuinely smiled at him. “don’t worry. i’m good.”

     “good.” charles never stopped smiling at you. not even a second. it looked as if he’s dreaming about this moment with you. “i’ve got to go.”

     “okay.”

     charles pushed himself closer to you, giving you all these wild thoughts about what people around you. he also gave you butterflies and weak in the knees, but you didn’t pulled away when he has his lips on your lips.

     “see you.” charles winked before he turned around to his car.

     you watched as his crews helped him as he got into his car and as he settled in the cockpit. you saw him pushing some buttons on the steering wheel as his engineers communicate with his through the team’s radio. maye you stared too much at your boyfriend that you didn’t realise what’s actually going on around you, but the second you’re taken back to reality, you felt someone staring back at you.

     you turned towards the direction, only to see carlos smirking at you.

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tags list:

@charlewiss @enjoymyloves @o0itsjustme0o @hufflehans @leclerc16s @daikenkki 

#f1 #Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #you!reader #f1 fandom #charles leclerc fanfiction #cl16

[dizzyduck44]

Can we be a little bit realistic about Mick Schumacher.

At the moment I’m seeing equal parts rejoicing and absolute hate. I’ve been accused of being a level headed voice so let’s break this down.

Mick came to F1 with an ok record, nothing spectacular. The thing to remember is he came through the ranks with a huge crop of talent, I’ve mentioned this before, the class of 99. At the head of that crop was Lando Norris. He won virtually everything at the first attempt, the F2 titles and Macau being exceptions. Win move on, win move on. Mick was doing similar just having to wait for Lando to clear the series first. It resulted in a two year longer wait to arrive in F1 and that should be the first warning. He wasn’t the cream of the crop.

Now once in F1, holy hell, where do we start. Yes Ferrari were right not to put a rookie in their car alongside Le Clerc. However taking on Saniz should have sent alarm bells ringing in the Schumacher camp. Carlos had the talent but had always been made to feel unwanted in a team. His time at McLaren, a team who wanted him, listened to him and a team mate who made every day fun, even the bad ones, had seen his talent and personality blossom. Anyone who thought he was a seat warmer for Schumacher were in for a rude awaking.

So Ferrari place Mick at Haas, a customer team. On the face of it, perfect move. HOWEVER, the team had taken on a second rookie so instantly not the best environment to learn. A rookie who’s Dad is a major sponsor of the team. 😬 Then the team announce they will not develop the car this season. Right so learning is now reduced to 22 races of learn the tracks, learn how an F1 car handles and how to get lapped.

Let’s be honest here, was Haas the understanding and supportive environment Lando was given as a rookie at McLaren? Was there a wiser calmer head to discuss things through like Charles had at Alfa Romeo? Was Guther a Claire Williams like cheerleader with a Toto and Niki lurking in the background for honest advice like George had? Absolutely not.

Now let’s address the elephant in the room. All rookies have crashes. The first season you expect it. You expect mechanical failures as they are a little ham fisted with the delicate machines. (Please remember this for Oscar and Logan this year). You don’t expect Fernando Alonso to come flying over you! (Sorry wrong driver 😂). The point is Mick had, an as to be expected rookie season.

Then season 2, new cars, new teammate. It’s like starting from square one. Was there improvement, yes. Was there a few too many crashes, possibly, but everyone had their issues last year, even Max. As the year rolled on and Carlos won a race and Magnuson took a shock pole, it was becoming clear, the way to Ferrari was closed and Haas weren’t about to commit.

I’m not saying this would have been a knock to Mick’s confidence but it sure as hell wasn’t helping.

Then the other side of the coin started to roll. Mick was constantly referred to as respectful, thoughtful, mild mannered, eager to learn, he got on well with the other drivers. Lewis and Seb couldn’t speak highly enough of him.

The picture from Seb’s retirement meal of Lewis, Lando, Seb and Mick jumped out at me as two older drivers seeing themselves in younger driver and being there to guide them through the pitfalls they had already found.

As the end of the season dawned and Mick found himself out of a seat it is too easy to shout, he just isn’t good enough, he never was. My feeling is Toto saw the shitshow he has been through the last two years and thought he deserves a chance to learn in a better environment. Mick gets on well with Lewis and George and will learn so much from them that wasn’t available to him at Haas and Ferrari didn’t seem keen on offering.

I think Mick knew this was where he was heading for a while as towards the end of the season we saw him talking more with George and Lando. Maybe they were trying to be supportive, maybe he was fishing for info.

Mercedes’ customer teams allow him an opportunity to learn from Alonso and be around a genuine friend in Lance. At McLaren he would be with drivers his own age where he is the middle ground, not the experience of Lando but able to help Oscar. At Williams there is an opportunity to show them what he can do. It keeps him in the shop window.

I don’t think we can base Mick’s true F1 potential on two seasons at Haas. Is he the greatest on the grid? current evidence would say a long way from it. Does he deserve to be slung out as “not good enough”? I think this second chance with Mercedes will tell us. Proper teaching and other opportunities may do the young Schumacher wonders. Does he deserve hate for any of this? Absolutely not

#mick schumacher #haas f1 team #scuderia ferrari #Ferrari academy #mercedes f1 #long reads #f1 #formula one #f1blr #formula 1

[jammie3132]

REPOST FROM 11/6/2023

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Chapter Title: Real Life isn't a Fairy Tale Chapter Summary: Sebastian can't decide if he and Blaine are soul mates like his Nana claims, or two people destined to be each other's "would've, could've, should've" been. Warning: Death of non-canon character

10 Days of Seblaine 2023 Day 1: Soulmates

One Year Later

Sebastian looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Does he have enough time to shave? Should he have gotten a haircut? Does he like the frames on his new glasses? It’s been a month and he still wasn’t sure.

He opened his dresser drawer to get his watch and saw the letter Blaine gave Steph. He hadn’t read it since that day but remembered every word.

Blaine Devon Anderson, the 2nd strongest person he’d ever met (of course, Nana was first) had a breakdown. It was so bad he left NYADA prior to the end of semester for a wellness center in California. He wanted to be the one to tell him to make it clear it had nothing to do with Sir Knight abruptly cutting off communication. Also, how his aunt delaying his Showcase put him in academic no-man’s land, but he didn’t blame June. He would’ve done the same thing if a member of his family fell down a flight of stairs and broke their hip.

The breakdown happened because several issues he’d refused to deal with came to a head at the same time, which happened to coincide with the anniversary of the lockdown.

The bright spot was he broke up with Hummel. Annabelle showed him video Santana took of the ridiculous proposal. A quicky wedding in Vegas? Blaine deserved more than that, proving he’d been right since high school. The should have never been former Warbler was always too good for old Gayface.

“I’m supposed to be the overthinker in this relationship.”

He turned around and smiled for the first time he could remember. Blaine was sitting against the headboard of his bed, wearing only a strategically placed towel and eating a cronut.

“Get out of my head Anderson.”

“Never going to happen Smythe. You want half of my cronut?”

“I’m good. I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Your loss.” Blaine took a bite, followed by a porn worthy moan. “You were right. This cronut is much better than the ones in NYC.”

“NYC focuses on the donut. Paris focuses on the croissant.” As Blaine took another bite, Sebastian felt his earlier happiness begin to wain.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I was backpacking through Europe, not Mars. Getting to Paris wasn’t hard.”

Blaine spent 6 months at the wellness center. When his parents picked him up, he told them he didn’t want to go home…NYC or Ohio. He was taking some of the money Cooper’s mom left him and backpack through Europe. Charles and Pam weren’t high on the idea because it was October. He said he was going anyway but promised if weather became an issue, he’d go to Château sur la colline.

Yes, even if Sebastian is filming in another country. It will give his Nana a chance to show me all his embarrassing baby pictures.

The Andersons accepted the compromise, but Blaine never traveled to Paris…until this morning. When Sebastian woke up, the traveler was sitting cross-legged on the end of his bed, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world…and hadn’t seen a bar of soap in weeks. He was promptly escorted to the shower. “Whatever, I’m just happy you’re here now.”

“So, since I’m here and you don’t have to leave for another hour, want to talk about your parents?”

“No”

“Too bad, I do.”

Sebastian walked over to the chair by his picture window. Joining Blaine on the bed wasn’t a good idea. But neither was having this particular conversation. “What’s there to talk about?”

“They tried to see you a week ago and you had them arrested…and extradited back to Ohio. Nothing about that you want to talk about?”

“They should’ve gone to jail for causing Nana’s fall.”

“And they will, after the US Justice Department gets through all the shit your dad pulled as State’s Attorney and your mother did on his behalf.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re the one who went back to Ohio when they were on vacation, got into the house and found the evidence your father was falsifying against Dalton and some of the Warblers for their steroid trials. You’re the one who turned over the evidence, starting the Federal investigation…and you don’t care?”

“No, because I got to go to McKinley and see for myself that you were safe after the lockdown. Then I got my perfect, but totally cliché, first kiss with you in the pouring rain.”

Blaine flashed him a teenage Sebastian worthy smirk. “You got a lot more than a first kiss.”

“I’m seeing your dad later! I thought we agreed to never discuss that night again!”

“Oh no, you aren’t getting off that easy. I had to watch my dad’s face as all the clues went into place like a jigsaw puzzle. He didn’t hear him say he couldn’t decide whether to give us a birds and bees lecture or high five because I was gone for HOOUURRS! Or how my going back to Kurt made less sense because…HOOUURRS!”

“Please, please, can we talk about anything else?”

“We can go back to talking about your parents.”

“No”

“One last question?”

“Fine but choose wisely. I’m done with Xavier and Marie Smythe…especially today.”

“Were they the reason you pushed me away? Why you kept telling me to go back to the life you chose? To go back to Kurt?”

“Yes, I knew they would find a way to weaponize my feelings for you. That was the reason I cut off, or at least tried to cut you off, after Nana’s fall. If they found out I was communicating with someone I called Prince Charming…I couldn’t take the chance. It would’ve been worse if they found out he was actually you.”

“Ok, I get it but what about after our night together?”

“With the way things ended with Hummel, you’d never be able to let go. You’d always wonder what you could’ve done to fix the relationship. If you were ever to move on, hopefully with me, it had to be your decision to leave.”

“You were playing a dangerous game.”

“I had complete faith that Hummel would fuck it up, and he did. Has Santana had to call the cops on him yet?”

“Why haven’t you asked Annabelle? She moved into my house when she and Santana made their relationship official.”

“I haven’t seen Annabelle in a couple of months. Since we were filming in Greece, Benny decided to check on me personally.”

“Check on you or check out the beaches?”

“Both”

“Sounds like your manager. And no, Santana hasn’t called the cops, as far as I know. My parents considered a restraining order when my ex didn’t get the message I wanted nothing to do with him…and had left the state. But evidently, Santana, Sam and Marley are developing a mission to troll Kurt hard when the pictures of you shaking hands with Kate Middleton at your British premiere are published. My parents put the order on hold so they didn’t screw up their plans.”

*groooaaan* “Don’t remind me!”

“Of your movie’s British premier? Aren’t all James Bond movies first premiered in London?”

“I shot my sex scene with Hailee right before filming went on hiatus…”

“How was it?” Blaine asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Sebastian responded with a middle finger. “She’s a girl so some of my best acting was required. The point is, because the film will be PG-13, they can briefly show my ass.”

“How briefly?”

“30 seconds”

“Awesome”

This time it was a double middle finger response. “No, not awesome.”

“Why not? Didn’t they tell you beforehand they were showing your ass?”

“I was aware, but 30 seconds is longer than you think, and I forgot something very important.”

“What?”

“IMAX. My ass is going to be out for the world to see on 100 foot scenes. The premiere in London will be on an IMAX screen. My giant ass is going to moon the Prince and Princess of Wales! This isn’t funny!”

“First of all, I’m pretty sure IMAX screens aren’t that big. Secondly, you’re right, this isn’t funny. It’s amazing. When I get back to NYC, I’m doing a complete remodel of the basement. Gut everything and expand the theater. I’m getting the biggest home screen possible!”

Before Sebastian could reply, the alarm he’d set on his phone went off. Talking with Blaine, despite the topics, had been a welcome distraction. “I really don’t want to do this.”

“Your Nana is being awarded the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour. It’s the most prestigious award France awards civilians, but it’s usually world leaders. As much as she loves June and Steph…”

“She would be crushed if I didn’t go.”

“Bingo! Now go put on your jacket and fix your tie. With all the practice you got at Dalton, I can’t believe you did such a shitty job.”

Sebastian went back to his dresser to check in the mirror “There’s nothing wrong with my tie.”

“Seb? Who are you talking to?”

He spun around so fast he almost fell. Steph was standing in the doorway and there was no sign of Blaine. It took Sebastian a moment to realize he hadn’t been there to begin with. “No one, I was practicing what I’m going to say.”

“Liar, you were talking to Blaine.”

His cousin knew him too well. “Has anyone heard from him?”

“Not that I’ve heard. Charles, Pam, Sam, Santana, Trent, and Annabelle have all tried to contact him. I even tried. He’s completely off grid.”

“I just thought…”

“That if Blaine was your soulmate, like your Nana constantly told you, he would’ve just known you needed him and found a way to be here today?”

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair and once again regretted not getting a haircut. “I must sound like an idiot who's watched too many Rom-coms. Someone who believed that Sir Knight and Prince Charming would find a way to be together and not be stuck in this right person/wrong time paradox for eternity. I guess what they say is true…real life isn’t a fairy tale. But damn it, I own a fucking castle!”

Someone clearing her throat put an end to their conversation.

“Boys, the car is here” June told them before giving them each a hug. Then she reached out and patted Sebastian’s cheek. He was well aware she wasn’t a fan of his facial hair. “Your Nana loved you more than anyone, except possibly my brother, her soulmate. You finding that kind of love was her greatest wish.”

“Can we not do this today?” Sebastian (kind of) whined while shaking his head. “I can’t believe I agreed to this dog and pony show.”

June Dolloway was not biologically related to his grandmother. However, after 50 years of being more like sisters than friends, they looked remarkedly similar when pissed off. “Juliette Dumas-Alexander was a treasure. She helped more people in France during her lifetime than the government has in 100 years. She deserves to be celebrated. Sebastian, as much as you want to deny it, you are now the head of the Dumas family. Certain things are expected of you. Do not downplay the importance of this memorial by acting like the petulant brat you once were! Do you understand?”

He never denied what his grandmother’s death meant for him. He just wasn’t ready to accept it. “Yes Ma’am. Let’s get this over with. I mean, we should be going. There are people waiting for our arrival.”

The ceremony was a colossal cluster fuck before Sebastian walked in the doors. In the past year he’d done two campaigns for Dior, been on the cover of Men’s Vogue and was finally introduced to the public as Andrew, son of James Bond. He lost track of how many interviews he did for that. Much to the studio’s relief, with the exception of the expected haters and homophobes, the reactions to his being gay and Andrew having both a female love interest and an ex-boyfriend were positive. However, like with his ass on IMAX, there was a side effect of his newfound fame he’d dismissed regardless of Annabelle’s constant warnings.

Fangirls…and boys

There were hundreds of them standing outside the cathedral, waiting in the rain for just a glimpse of him. It was insane! Fortunately, with all the dignitaries attending, security was ridiculously tight. There was some scattered squealing but most of his fans were respectful. He’d send out a tweet thanking them later.

It got worse as soon as the damn thing began. When the President of France came to him with the idea for a memorial, he kept saying celebration of all the good Juliette had done for people of France. What it became was an endless rotation of politicians, minor European royalty and heads of charities giving eulogies on what Juliette Dumas-Alexander meant to them.

The world was shocked to find out Juliette left the entire Dumas Estate/Foundation (with provisions for June and Stephan) to My Darling Boy, Sebastian Alexander Smythe. However, extended family was far more pissed than shocked. They (somehow) convinced his parents to come back to France and contest the will on the basis his mother was Nana's only child, ignoring the fact there were arrest warrants for them in both France and the US...BIG MISTAKE. But it didn't matter. Nana left behind a video explaining her reasoning. According to the lawyers, it made the will iron uncontestable. An emergency hearing prior to his parents' extradition back to the US confirmed their assessment.

And now these assholes chose Nana’ memorial service to practically beg him for money. Again…BIG MISTAKE.

After more than 2 hours, it was his turn to speak, representing the family. Since he was last, when he finished the President was to present him with his grandmother’s (posthumous) Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour. That was to be followed by a celebration of life video montage. So much had happened, he'd forgotten sometime during the service Annabelle (when did she get there?) sent him a message stating she fixed the problem with the music for the montage so not to worry. There'd been a problem with the music? They had a fucking 50 person choir (the only good part of the day) who sang Nana's favorite hymns between speakers.

Couldn’t anything go right?

By the time he was at the pulpit, he was so upset he wasn’t going to stop himself from doing something unworthy of the new head of the Dumas family. He locked eyes with his Aunt June, and mouthed I’m sorry. Then he found the people paying respects on behalf of both Dior and the movie. He gave them a look hinting he was about to do something they weren’t going to like. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“My name is Sebastian Alexander Smythe. Juliette Dumas-Alexander was my Nana. I loved her more than anything and am honored she chose me to continue her legacy. While many of you might believe you know me through my work with Dior and interviews for my upcoming movie, I promise you don’t. For example, my bullshit detector is legendary. Because of this, it was obvious from the beginning every person who gave a so-called eulogy today was attempting to hit me up for money. That was not only disgraceful and insulting to both me and my grandmother, it was stupid. As of today, I am ending your funding. None of you are getting another dime.”

He didn’t say another word, going back to his seat next to Stephen, ignoring the President of France standing next to the podium with his grandmother’s medal. The hundreds of people present went silent, none of them knowing what to do next. Sebastian didn’t care. He was so mad he closed his eyes in an attempt to prevent tears. It didn’t work, and once they started every emotion he’d held inside for the past 2 weeks came flooding out.

And then a piano began to play.

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill I threw the day old tea from the cup Packed up the photo album Aunt June had made Memories of a life that's been loved

Sebastian’s eyes flew open but they were still so full of tears it was hard to be sure of what he was seeing. There was no video, no choir. Just Blaine and a piano mesmerizing hundreds of people. But of course, it couldn’t be. It was his mind playing tricks on him again.

Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals Poured the old ginger beer down the sink You always told me, "Don't you cry when you're down" But Nan, there's a tear every time that I blink

Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved

This version of Blaine was different from his vision earlier. His hair was still longer than before, but the facial hair was neatly trimmed and he was wearing glasses. To top things off, he was wearing a bow tie with his nicely tailored suit. In other words, this Blaine’s appearance mimicked his own with the exception of their ties. Another reason to disbelieve what was in front of him.

So I'll sing Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my Nan When I fell down you'd be there holding me up Spread your wings as you go And when God takes you back I'll say Hallelujah, you're home

Fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up Folded your nightgowns neatly in a case Steph says he'd drive then put his hand on my cheek And wiped a tear from the side of my face

I hope that I see the world as you did 'cause I know A life with love is a life that's been lived

So I'll sing Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my Nan When I fell down you'd be there holding me up Spread your wings as you go And when God takes you back I'll say Hallelujah, you're home

“I knew he would come. Aunt Juli was right. He is your soul mate.”

Sebastian turned to Step, shaking his head. Hell, his whole body was shaking. “You can see him?”

“Yes, Seb. Blaine is here.”

Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my Nan You got to see the person I have become Spread your wings and I know That when God took you back he said Hallelujah, you're home

He barely gave Blaine the time to stand up from the piano bench before Sebastian had his face in his hands and was kissing him like his life depended on it.

When he needed air he didn’t let go but put their foreheads together. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.”

“You wrote a song for me.”

“Yes, I have but not this one. Ed Sheeran wrote this song, but I was given permission to change some of the lyrics to honor your Nana. Don’t want any copyright issues if this happened to hit the internet.”

“Oh shit! My speech…”

“If it gets out, I’m sure people will see it the same way I did. You were passionately defending your Nana’s memory. Those people should be embarrassed and held accountable for their actions. Well, I guess you covered that part.”

Sebastian repeated his kiss complete with saying “You’re here.”

“I thought we’d established that.”

“We did but I’ve been seeing you ever since Nana died. You’ve been so real. Who finally got ahold of you?”

“No one. I was in the Alps, recreating the whole Sound of Music experience, and had horrible cell service. A couple of days ago I had an overwhelming feeling something was wrong. When I finally saw all the messages on my phone, for some reason I called Annabelle of all people. She told me what happened with your Nana and what was going on with the music for the video. I told her I knew a song that would work and she took care of getting permission.”

“If that was only a couple of days ago, how did you get here so quickly?”

Blaine smiled and pointed to a waving Annabelle and Santana. “Our Satans got me to a church. Go figure.”

Sebastian kissed him again but this time it was only a peck. “They might have physically brought you here, but this was all my Nana. She insisted we belonged together, that we are soulmates. I told her I didn’t believe in such things, but she had to be right. Why am I not surprised she’s still meddling in my life even though she’s gone?”

While Sebastian and Blaine were getting reacquainted at the front of the cathedral, they failed to notice people leaving. However, there was a small group of people watching what was going on with a great amount of interest.

“Do we know who he is?”

“Who cares? He held the attention of this entire place with just his voice and a piano.”

“But can he act?”

“Sebastian had never acted when we hired him. Think of the publicity we’d get if we cast his actual boyfriend in the movie as his ex-boyfriend.”

“We don't know for sure if they're boyfriends. Sebastian's never mentioned one."

"No matter what, we have to do something. We’ve filmed as much as we can without recasting Taylor. I don’t want to sound crass, but Sebastian needing this break couldn’t have come at a better time.”

“You better not say that in front of him.”

“After that speech our star gave, I doubt anyone will be crossing Sebastian Smythe anytime soon. I’m going to talk to Annabelle. Maybe we can get some information on our mystery man.”

NOTES:

Sorry about the repost. I didn't realize until a couple days later I had posted a draft...oops.

There is one more chapter…the movie. It wasn't going to be a whole chapter which is why this one is shorter than the previous ones. It will post on 10 Days of Seblaine Week 2023 Day 9: Celebrity/Famous.

Did you guess Blaine wasn't there in the beginning? The biggest clue was... Get out of my head Anderson/Never going to happen Smythe.

Supermarket Flowers: Sheeran, Ed; Levin, Benjamin; McDaid, Johnny 2017

#10daysofseblaine2023 #Day 1 #Soulmates #seblaine fic #seblaine #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe

[leclerc-on-the-clace]

Here's my take on the Ferrari 1st driver discussion.

It should be Charles. No offense at all to Carlos. If it was any other team (minus Redbull or Mercedes) I'd easily entertain the idea of him being the 1st driver, if he was in Mclaren still I’d easily say he’s first over Lando. Carlos is not a bad driver just in comparison to his teammate he's overall weaker.

Here's the thing between the two Ferrari boys Charles is the one who is constantly compared to and grouped with the Mercedes first driver (Lewis) and Redbulls first driver (Max). Carlos rarely gets grouped in with them both. To me that's a clear sign that you're not on the same level as the other 1st drivers therefore you shouldn't be Ferrari's first.

In general Charles is constantly compared to past 1st drivers who are considered some of "the greats" or drivers in their prime years at f1 like Seb Vettel and Michael Schumacher. Which is both a huge compliment and expectation. Like you have older drivers who do nothing but compliment and praise Charles for his racecraft, tyre management and overall talent which is so important.

Charles' title of Golden Boy or Ferrari's priority is a very clear indication that people see him as the first driver, at this point in time Charles is synonymous with Ferrari. Multiple other drivers have referred to Charles as the priority driver aka first driver, including Seb who at the time was still with Ferrari.

Max 'The ultimate first driver' Verstappen has gone on record saying he doesn't see himself teaming with Charles any time soon because you wouldn't team two first drivers together. That was his reason not the fact it would mean him going to Ferrari or Charles to Redbull, the reason wasn't them clashing and ruining friendships it was because they're both first drivers.

I have a lot of love in my heart for Carlos but to me Charles is clearly the first driver just based on how other drivers compliment him and talk about him. You can't be a first driver when you're being compared to the midfielders. Like sure Carlos is being compared to some other first drivers but it's Pierre and Lando who are in a different tier to Max and Lewis, Carlos more often than not was being grouped with Danny, Checo, Grussell who aren't the first drivers.

Also sidenote with the amount of epic nicknames Charles is easily the first driver. You have Ferrari's Golden Boy, Monaco's prince, il Predestinato, President of the Sebastian Vettel Fanclub.

Like imagine if you were first driver but your second driver had all these cool names that included things like "last/final hope" "golden" "prince" "handsome" I'd honestly be mad embarrassed. It's giving real "The Boy Who Lived" Vs "Ronald" energy and Ronald Weasley wouldn't be first driver and Harry Second.

I know people always use the arguement of Carlos should be first driver because he is smarter with the strategies and knows when to ignore them which is a great quality to have, it's always good to have backups.... But it's also not the drivers job to make the strategies especially mid race, no other driver is doing it because they don't need it. In reality Carlos making plans isn't a bonus for Carlos but a show of incompetence in Ferrari. Like if Lewis pitted and fixed the issues himself that's not a good quality for him but a bad one for Mercedes.

#charles leclerc #Sorry Carlos #scuderia ferrari #This is half light-hearted jokes but I'm also serious #I'm not main tagging Carlos for obvious reasons #max verstappen #should i also tag lestappen? probably not

[slow-button-off]

Positives to take from the season so far

I know the last couple of races were very up and down BUT all things considered this season so far has been filled with positives for Ferrari. It might not feel that way but there are soooo many positives to take.

Also, there were a lot of moments to learn from and I am sure everyone involved will learn from it.

THE ENGINE IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE You might look at me and go "what is incredible about an engine that keeps exploding" but there are so many things about it that are great. There has been an engine freeze with means that the engine can not be developed anymore in terms of performance until 2026. And the last hybrid update is allowed before September 1st. Sometimes people seem to forget that 2019 happened and that Ferrari had to effectively throw away 2 years of engine development and had to somewhat start fresh in 2020. That is 2 years less of engine development and we all remember how shite the engine was in 2020. The lovely guys and gals in Maranello developed an engine that made up a huge HP deficit. The 2020 engine was rumoured to be 80HP down from the Mercedes engine at the time to now having a 10HP advantage over Mercedes (who had the same amount of time to develop their engine). That is an insane jump in performance and yes we are currently seeing the trade of for that which is the reliability woes. But considering the fact that they are not allowed to make the engine any faster in the next 4 years but are allowed to make it more reliable pushing the development looks like the smart choice. And they know what the issue is as well so it might take time but it should be fixed. That Engine really is no joke it's insanely good.

THE CAR IS ALSO GREAT It's often overlooked that Ferrari also built a car that works pretty much everywhere! It looks to have a much broader setup window than a lot of other cars. Just today the drivers were going for two pretty different setups with Carlos going for more rear and traction and Charles for oversteer and front end. Both for different reasons but it is great to see that the Car is fast regardless. The tyre deg was also really good lately. And the car was so good that this new floor was pretty much the first big upgrade. Where as most teams did upgrades in testing already. Before someone talks about why nobody is copying the Ferrari concept that's most likely because it's harder to understand than the RB one. At least that seems to be the consensus. This car has a lot of potential!

THE UPGRADES WORKED IMMEDIATELY This might sound funny at first but considering the fact that teams don't just get to test upgrades willy nilly to see if the work it's a big deal. Yes you can run an upgrade in the wind tunnel but that isn't at full speed and only a 60% model. And yes you can simulate the upgrade, but as great simulations are they are just approximations of the real world and you never know. Plus both of those things are regulated in terms of how much teams are allowed to use them. Bringing out upgrades that immediately work means you understand your car well.

We have a good driver pair I know I'm not always the nicest but Carlos is a great driver and he is getting to grips with the car. And that is great to see! And Charles has shown that he can keep up with Max, battle him and even beat him on multiple occasions. Both of them lack experience in a title fight but there is no way around gaining that experience other than going through it. And it hurts and sucks at the moment but they will learn from it.

There are things to improve on and things to learn from. But I am sure that they will. This includes the drivers and the team. This is a new experience for these driver and the team to a certain extent. And the step up they all made together from 2020 is insane and shouldn't get lost amongst everything that sadly has gone wrong.

There are still steps to go but that doesn't mean the leap over the last two seasons hasn't been impressive.

Maybe it was even too impressive because it got everyone's hopes and dreams up for something that maybe just shouldn't happen this season. But that doesn't meant that there aren't plenty of positives to take from this season. That will help for next season.

#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #carlos sainz jr