#f1 core challenge

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F1 Core Challenge

Tagged by : @norrisleclercf1

Search “[your name] + f1 core” on Pinterest and post the first 9 photos you get ❤️

Tagging : @fcb-mv33 @the-lazy-leprechaun & @justspreadmythighs

Does this make me Senna’s long lost daughter who is Charles Leclerc’s WAG?????

#f1 core challenge #f1 #f1 fan #f1 girl #Charles Leclerc #ferrari f1 #scuderia ferrari #Leclerc #cl16 #f1 fandom #the Ferrari-ness was so unexpected #the wag-ness less so #plus SENNA!!!!!🥹 #senna

[neon-d0rk]

F1 core challenge

search (your name) + f1 core on Pinterest and post the 9 photos you get!

Tagging: whoever wants to

#beloved driver for either Ferrari or Mercedes? #sign me the fuck up #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 core #formula one core #f1 core challenge

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will say like the absence of women in this sport is never more obvious than whenever there is a Crisis of Sexism. comms either ignore it or give honest to god the worst most reductive commentary imaginable on the situation with absolutely no consequences. allowed pr answers are only ever concerned with defence of the team and unfailingly leave the interviewee looking like a misogynistic moron (whether that's accurate is beside the point). every year we get an attempt to highlight equality efforts that reads like diversity win! we employ 12 women! like my god do you hear yourselves shut up and do something. calling it performative is too high praise! performance at least involves the presentation of something as positive! 6% of your workforce being women is shameful. there is no way to spin it. you should be too embarrassed to even discuss a stat like that. maybe if you had a woman who felt able to speak out and/or critically advise you could do a better job now and then. never mind though.

#the way Well What Would Women Know About That seeps into everyyyy part of this sport is SO insidious. misogyny that is so old-fashioned in #being SO overt and without challenge or consequence that we hardly know what to do with it. #pr as a field is 67% female. wonder what it is in f1 #once again if you want to keep centring drivers as a core part of your appeal you have GOT to give them a longer leash with the press #and LET them speak for themselves and not just the team.

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I am also asking 4 bono asmr

Right. Bono ASMR coming right up. 👩🏿‍🍳🤵🏿‍♀️

Anyone else want anything while I'm at the shop? I shall make a list.

#hi sisters welcome to my asmr channel where we worship bono and his cake while we also simultaneously thirst over his husband Lewis #bono asmr challenge: instant relaxation and calmness and sleep #anon #f1 ask #anon ask #ask #qna #hera core #reaction meme

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Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {2}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The honeymoon phase of the relationship. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, threesome, bj, oral, implied mxm WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

You felt the touch of Charles’ shaped beard along your jaw before his lips brushed your ear. “Breathe, chérie. We’ll take care of you.” His thumb drew another circle and your chest expanded with the softest gasp as you felt the pad of his digit run along the seam of your underwear.  Lando mirrored his friend, his breath hot on your neck where his lips set a trail of scorching fire to your ear. “Will you let us take care of you?”

“My brother cannot find out.” Your hands drifted down your body until your fingers laced over theirs, drawing them closer to where you were aching for their touch. 

“Agreed,” Charles chuckled between the teasing kisses he pressed to your neck. 

“Ya-ha, but more importantly, this won’t do,” Lando tutted as he traced the hem of your shirt. “I only want to see you in papaya from now on.”

“Or red.”

“Or nothing,” you offered and they looked at each other to smirk.

Charles grabbed the hem too and together they dragged it up and over your head.  “Even better.”

The movie was abandoned as Lando kicked the blanket to the floor and sank down to his knees on the plush rug, turning the horror off before tossing the remote away. His blue eyes put the sea to shame as they roamed your body and warmth spread wherever they landed on your skin. “You are so beautiful.” His hands ran up your calves, spreading your legs when they reached your knees and you sighed at the feel of his palms on your thighs. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this.”

You lifted your hips when his fingers reached your panties and you were grateful you chose the lace pair as he dragged them down your legs. It was hard to concentrate on anything when Charles was kissing his way tantalisingly slowly across your collarbone then over the swell of your breast. “There’s nothing stopping you now.”

Light dancing around your vision when they struck as one, Lando’s tongue lashing through your folds while Charles’ lips sealed around your nipple. A cry of delight filled the room as the twin sensations flooded your body with heat and your head fell back against the couch as your fingers combed into Lando’s hair and tugged him closer.

The night was no longer silent as your moans grew louder and Charles stole the sound with a kiss that took your breath away. The kiss was needy, deep and messy as his tongue fought with yours for dominance. You rose to the challenge as you felt his hair between your fingers too, the stands shorter and thicker than Lando’s soft curls. 

All you could feel was their presence. They were everywhere; on your skin, in your mouth, beneath your hands, between your legs. The encompassing warmth began to boil in your blood and your core clenched as Lando’s fingers felt how wet you were for them, curling up and fucking you as his tongue pressed to your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you broke the kiss to take a shuddering breath. “I’m going to cum.”

Charles grabbed Lando’s hair and tugged him back with a shake of his head. “Not yet.”

Lando’s lips shimmered in with your arousal and he licked them clean as he held his fingers out the Charles for a taste. Your stomach flipped and your chest rose with the sharp intake of air you sucked in as you watched Charles' tongue swirl around Lando’s fingers before sucking them into his mouth with a hum of satisfaction.

The sight was enough to nearly tip you over the edge and you moaned as your walls started to flutter without any stimulation. “More, please,” you begged as they tore their eyes away from each other to see your hands roaming over your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“You like that, cherie?” Charles chuckled as he ran a thumb over Lando’s swollen lips and looked down at the bulging material between his hips. “He does too.” Charles reached down and palmed his own erection. “Bedroom?”

You all moved faster than lights out on race day, Lando tugging his shirt over his head along the way with Charles’ clothes finding the floor too. Lando made it to the bed first before catching your waist and flipping you onto your back before his lips were on yours, Charles' warm body sandwiching you between them. You could taste yourself on Lando’s tongue and you thought there could be no hotter kiss until he broke away to kiss Charles over the top of you. 

Your toes curled at the sight and you reached between your bodies, curling your fingers around their cocks to feel the soft skin over their hard lengths as their hips rocked into your hands. The men broke away breathless as they rested their foreheads together and watched you stroking them slowly, just like they had teased you. 

Without even having to think about it, you and Lando both looked to Charles for guidance and he nodded his head at Lando. “Up there.”

Lando took a seat at the head of the bed amongst your pillows, lazily leaning back against the wall with a grin as he watched Charles take control. 

“You want to taste him, chérie?” Charles asked knowingly and you nodded eagerly as you sat up. “Good. I want another taste of you.”

Charles laid down and grabbed your hips, guiding you over him so you could ride his face. The heat of his breath on your cunt was almost enough to come undone but the distraction of Lando’s cock waiting for your lips chased away the immediate release.

Lando’s head thumped against the wall as he felt your warm mouth around his cock and hand came to rest lightly on the back of your head. Rolling your eyes up to meet his, you gave him as much of a nod as you could with a mouthful and he groaned as his fist closed around your hair.

Relaxing your throat, you let Lando use you for his pleasure while the ministrations of Charles tongue stole your ability to think clearly. A fine tremor rippled through your body before your core tightened and your nails dug half moons into Lando’s thighs as your legs began to quake. You reluctantly pulled away from Lando and took a shaky breath as you buried your face in his hip as you cried out. 

“Beautiful,” Lando sighed happily as he stroked your cheek before grinning at Charles as he appeared behind you with a damp chin.

“Condoms,” you remembered through the haze of your ecstasy as you felt Charles knelt behind you at your entrance. “I’m not on anything.”

He pulled back and swallowed down the need to bury himself in you. “Pourquoi?”

You huffed at the fact your high was coming down and looked over your shoulder. “Because this sport messes with my body enough, I don’t need hormones added on top of that.” 

“What do you mean?” Lando asked and you groaned as you dropped your head onto his stomach.

“Can’t we talk about this later? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

Charles took a seat beside Lando at the head of the bed and pulled you across their laps, teasing you as you felt their hard lengths but just not where you needed them. “That can wait, we want to know what you meant. This can only work if we are all open and honest.”

“What exactly is this?” you asked curiously as you watched their chests rising and falling, unable to look them in the eyes as you wait for an answer.

“Whatever you need it to be,” Lando answered. “We will follow your lead.”

You peeked up and narrowed your eyes at them in suspicion. “Why do I get the feeling you two have already talked about this?”

“Because we have,” Charles admitted, “now stop trying to distract us and explain.”

Rolling your eyes, you shifted on their laps and enjoyed the way their breath hitched as your body rubbed against their erections. “There’s nothing to explain really, it's a high-stress sport with intensive training and diets so I don’t have a regular cycle - until winter break really when I can relax.”

“Shit, never thought about that,” Lando admitted with a frown.

“You’re a guy, of course you didn’t,” you teased as you rolled your eyes. “The most you have to worry about is a rogue hard-on when you’re getting harnessed in.”

A smirk crossed Lando’s lips and he shook his head. “That only happens when I think of you shaking your ass in front of me.”

“That’s on you, I was just warming my tires.”

“He has an active imagination,” Charles chuckled, his thumbs back to drawing idle circles on your thighs while Lando opened the bedside drawer and found the box of condoms.

Your legs parted at his touch and another pair of hands joined his. “Care to tell me?”

“No,” Lando said, his voice dropping a little deeper as he pulled two out and passed one to Charles, “but I’m happy to show you.”

Round Eighteen - Japan 2022

After reassuring Charles he was most certainly firmly at the top of your list of favourite Leclerc’s they had sent you the room number at the hotel where they had already checked into and you tossed your phone back in your bag. 

“Come on!” Pierre groaned as he saw your drink was still almost full while Yuki was getting refills. “We haven’t properly hung out in weeks.”

“First you have a problem with me drinking and now you complain it’s not enough?” 

“I’m not complaining,” he huffed, “but you’re not even singing with us.”

Yuki busted back into the private booth with a grin on his face and three bottles of alcohol in his arms, the labels all in Japanese. “Saki, motherfuckers!”

“Where’s your room key?” Pierre asked as he held you upright in the narrow hallway of the hotel.

“Just knock,” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder after the walls started to spin around you. 

“Who the hell is going to answer?” Pierre wondered aloud as he reached out and pounded his fist on the door. You hadn’t mentioned bringing anyone with you to the Grand Prix and you were never one to roomshare. 

You could barely lift your head that was heavy from all the drinks he had poured but you had just enough energy to tip your head back and grin. “My boyfriends.”

“Your boyfri-”

The door swung open to reveal a very sleepy and very shirtless Charles standing in the doorway of the presidential suite. Behind him, Lando was rubbing his eyes as he came to see what had interrupted their night before surprise woke him in an instant. A dopey smile was already growing on your face at the welcoming sight and you couldn’t wait to climb into bed between their warm bodies.

“I think this belongs to you,” Pierre managed to choke out as he held you out by the shoulders and looked between his friends. “How did I not know about this?”

“No one knows, and we would appreciate keeping it that way for now,” Lando said, his eyes pleading with Pierre until he nodded.

“Yeah, sure, Max would definitely shoot the messenger anyway,” he joked but only you laughed while your boyfriends’ lips turned down sadly at the truth. Max would kill them if he found out, but you couldn’t imagine returning to how things used to be as just friends. 

The last month had been indescribable. You had been happier than ever with Charles and Lando, and there was a perfect balance with them, it was a harmony. And you hated to see them sad.

“Karaoke was fun, I sang It’s Raining Men,” you giggled with a step towards them only to find the floor wasn’t where you thought it was beneath your feet. 

“That makes more sense now,” Pierre muttered with a chuckle.

“What the hell, Pierre?” Charles caught you around the waist and swept you up into his arms. “It was meant to be a quiet night.”

“It was,” he argued, before scratching his beard sheepishly. “Until Yuki challenged us to go shot for shot with some saki.”

Your head rolled into the crook of Charles' neck where a hint of his cologne still lingered  and you felt Lando’s hands as he wrapped his arms around Charles, his face a few inches from yours. “Did you win, baby?”

“Of course,” you slurred a little as you grinned up at him. “They suck, saki, suckie…”

“Oh, she is hammered,” he chuckled to Charles before his lips warmed your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed, Spitfire. Thanks for bringing her back, mate.”

“No worries, take care of her,” he warned as Charles transferred you into Lando’s arms.

“Always,” Lando promised sincerely, the other voices fading with each step towards the bedroom. 

“So how does that whole thing work?” Pierre asked with a nod in the direction of the bedroom you had been carried into. The question was purely one born out of curiosity, without judgement. Pierre had known Charles for most of his life and often heard rumours, but he had never paid them any mind. “You and Lando?”

Charles tucked his hands in the pockets of the jeans that he had rushed to pull on when he heard the loud knock at the door, the top button still undone. Unable to look his friend in the eyes, he fixated on the patterned carpet and asked, “Would it make a difference?”

Pierre’s brows pinched together in confusion. “To what?”

“Our friendship.”

“Bro, don’t even go there,” Pierre said as he shook his head. “I don’t care if you bang dudes, I just want the fucking gossip.”

Charles laughed at the most Pierre response he could have imagined and the tension in his shoulders released with a heavy exhale. “Thanks, mate.”

“But I’m serious,” he said, stepping closer and lowering his voice. “Tell me everything, I need details.”

“Good night, Pierre,” Charles chuckled as he stepped back and started to close the door. “If she wants to tell you everything that’s up to her.” 

“Come on, she’s not going to remember anything when she wakes up,” he groaned but dutifully stepped out into the hall before the door could hit him. “You should be thanking me!”

The door cracked open again and a green eye peeked through. “For what?”

“Who do you think distracted her from dating while you guys broke up with your girlfriends?” Pierre grinned smugly. “I knew you were going to be single soon and that she liked you. I’m your wingman, and you should be thanking me.”

“You knew she liked me and didn’t tell me?”

Pierre waved away the offended tone and scoffed. “You had a girlfriend and I was sworn to secrecy.”

In the bedroom, you struggled to stand up long enough for Lando to peel the dress off your body and the moment the constricting material was gone you collapsed onto the messy bed. The spinning room was slowly starting to return to normal as you crawled towards the mountain of pillows and found a spot still warm where you watched Lando walk around to his side of the bed. 

“You look sexy when you’re all sleepy and your hair is a mess,” you purred as he laid down beside you. “I want to run my fingers through it.”

“Baby,” Lando groaned, settling under the blankets and pulling you into his arms. “It’s late and you’re drunk.”

You wriggled and squirmed until his arms loosened and you began to kiss your way down his body, over his abs and following the V below them. “Feel free to stop me if you really want,” you offered as you reached his boxers that were already beginning to tent over his half hard state and smirked up at him in the lamp light. “Didn’t think so.”

Lando’s head fell back into the pillows as he lifted his hips so you could free him of the cotton barrier and a sigh fell from his parted lips when he felt yours wrap around his cock.

“Where’s- oh,” Charles chuckled as he tore back the blankets and you rolled your eyes up to watch him as you teased your tongue around Lando’s tip. “Not ready to end the night yet, chérie?”

“No, I missed you,” you said with a pout.

It had been three days since you last spent the night with them since you had been needed at Red Bull HQ in Milton Keynes to run some simulation work on the scheduled upgrades. Those three days had felt so slow, even with the phone calls in the privacy of the apartment you had in the city. You might have been able to see Lando for one day while he was in Woking at McLaren’s factory but he had a film crew tailing him for some promotion.

“Missed you too, amour.” Charles laid down on his side of the bed and propped himself up on the pillows to watch you tease Lando until he whimpered. “Gentle with him, I was a little rough earlier.”

“I-I’m good,” Lando stammered as his hands gripped the sheets and his back arched off the bed. “Please don’t stop.”

Click here for part three.

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i'm here for any breadcrumbs of ur android AU >:V

I ACTUALLY HAVE MORE THAN BREADCRUMBS......heres some backstory some lore its incomplete but yeah take what i have :)

COMPREHENSIVE ANDROID AU

Cars and Drivers essentially have a symbiotic relationship, the cars have been designed to require an android pilot, with their power units/batteries being linked into one another. While traditional safety concerns are not something to worry about, this link between the electronics of the car and the driver means that malfunctions and damage to the car can result in technical damage to the driver. For example, if the car's own power systems begin failing, it may begin leech too much power from its driver, spreading battery life too thinly and causing shutdown for them both. Plugging into the car essentially puts the driver into a hyper-powered state, the car becoming an extension of their body.

Drivers can accrue damage of course, and like with cars there is a limited amount of replacement parts allowed each season, with penalties being doled out if breached.

F100 models are the standard approved android for F1 Racing, replacing the previous F01 models in 2015. The androids themselves are developed by independent manufacturers, each offering specific strengths, focuses, and technologies- teams themselves are forbidden from android manufacturing, ensuring that there is still competition and markets for drivers. The main challenge for teams is to develop cars and software, and then finding android drivers most compatible with their teams systems.

When a team secures a driver, they are fitted with a new head component that visually denotes them as part of that team and also holds/runs any team specific programming, and is responsible for the main compatibility with the car. Android drivers physically cannot pilot other teams cars unless the corresponding head unit is installed.

Androids hold little personal autonomy in this world, and typically have lives very controlled by their teams, as they are as much of an asset as the cars. This may vary depending on manufacturer and team attitude/culture, with some allowing for more freedom of expression and relative "personhood" of their android drivers, but undoubtedly still will maintain a great deal of control.

LETS GET INTO THE DRIVERSSS

Charles: F100-R18 Model by Leclerc Engineering, running CL16 / A charming and quick model, it is rumored that his core programming, processing, and body itself were secretly developed by Ferrari associates rather than fully by an independent manufacturer. This has led to a bit of drama surrounding him, with people questioning the team's involvement in building an android from scratch specifically to drive their cars, but his success has not been dominant enough for people to make too much of a fuss. There has been very little data showing if Charles is compatible with non-ferrari tech, one of the few things that would disprove the rumors around him, but the team shows no signs of trying to part with him any time soon.

Carlos: F100-R15 Model by Sainz Company running CS55 / A unique model of the F100, developed off of the Sainz Company's highly successful RA7-CS model, developed for Rally driving. The RA7 was re-engineered to match specs of the standard F100, while retaining durability and adaptability aspects the RA7 was made famous for. A unique model on the track, he has faced constant skepticism for not being as well optimized.

Lance: F100-R17 Model by Lawrence Stroll, running LS18 / In contrast to other racing androids, Lance was developed with many components more traditional to companion androids, and is treated like a son by his developer, Lawrence Stroll. When not driving, Lance lives a very human life, and is the apple of his creator's eye, garnering them both criticism over Lance's belonging in such a cutthroat sport. He also faces similar scrutiny to Charles, in that Stroll owns the racing team, as well as individually developing driving androids. He continues to state that Lance was developed first as a son, only second as a racing driver, and his model has shown compatibility with other teams cars.

Fernando: F01-R02.WDC Model by FA Alonso Kart & Sports, running FA14 / An otherwise defunct model, Fernando is still running despite it all. New softwares that he should not be compatible with, upgraded parts that should not fit, he somehow manages to make work, and deliver consistent results.

This can be credited to a massive electronic overload during a crash in 2015, in which he suffered a complete system malfunction. He appeared to just need a reboot and recalibration, but the incident unknowingly released previously encrypted team information into Fernando's memory and bypassed/disarmed a number of obsolescence measures that had been placed on his model, allowing his internal AI and adaptive systems to essentially run free.

Logan: F100-R23 Model by Sergeant Manufacturing, running LS2 / The only American made model on the grid, which has faced some scrutiny, as the crossover from American motorsports to International has not yet been the smoothest. A very new and untested model as well, approved for F1 in 2023, he has not proven to be the most compatible with the current Williams car, frequently facing technical issues.

Oscar: F100-R23 Model by Webber Technologies, running OP81 / Oscar's model was developed under the Australian manufacturer Webber Technologies, basing his internal systems off their previously successful F01-R02. He faced controversy when entering the Mclaren team, as Webber Technologies had a long term testing deal with Alpine while developing their F100 and his accompanying OP81 programming. While it is insisted that procedures were properly followed when erasing proprietary Alpine information from the OP81 program, some are suspicious due to his high level of success upon entering the Mclaren. Some theorize something else entirely, that Webber had been secretly testing Mclaren software in the OP81 system for much longer than anticipated, and optimizing the android for their car specifically prior to signing.

#ask #android au

[inchidentally]

because apparently I can't stop being weird ! 🫠

(this is completely shipping goggles off btw and with the assumption that there's no point theorizing about these men's actual sexualities since a)male sports and b)required travel to countries where the penalty for homosexuality is death/imprisonment.)

I kind of love that we're all picking up on something new and indefinable with Lando and Oscar and it makes our hearts do a little squeeze without fully knowing why. I'm basically finding myself repeating everyone else's tags on landoscar gifsets. and it made me think about why and how Lando has had two main support systems in terms of friendships up til now. there's the F1 alphas/extroverts and then there are his childhood besties.

F1

so like every guy or group of guys I've seen with Carlos somehow admit he's in the alpha position and rotate around him as the leader. it's very much like Daniel even though Carlos and Daniel aren't much alike outside of that (Daniel makes noise to be the leader, Carlos just exists as a leader). for an ambivert like Lando, Carlos and Daniel are great places to be when he's getting pulled under. they're typical straight alpha types who don't believe in getting stuck in their heads or feelings (Carlos' 'mental health' ad basically being go to the gym and stay productive to not feel sad lol) and they exist in a kind of nonstop monologue. so little Lando can just bob along in the current and know that he'll laugh and forget whatever ails him. very much like what he needed Carlos for after the Mexico race when he looked so drained and ended up magically chipper again in Brazil (in reality bc of friendship and not a solid dicking down as I have tagged in a lot of places). or that private plane ride with Daniel where Lando looked twelve years old and so happy. Lando clearly needs to feel small again sometimes and these are the guys who can do that.

Childhood

Max F obviously has that role of truth-telling and soul-baring that honestly I could see Lando not being able to live without. the friend/soulmate you can't hide anything from. I'm absolutely projecting at this point as someone who feels verrrry simpatico with Lando's personality (as we're allowed to see it) but having that person who can love you while being honest and real with you is so SO SO needed. but! there are times when it's too much and they know that you need to just float for a while. I feel like there's that core group of guys in the Max F circle who are all to different degrees like this with Lando. they're much more his equals in power dynamic too.

Oscah??

I think this is where Oscar exists in like a third, unexplored space. he's been caught in 4K as a Lando fanboy but he's also got sleepy cat personality so you can only tell from the internet evidence and from the way his eyes track Lando every time they're in the same rough vicinity that he's still fairly starstruck.

to me it's like Oscar hasn't quite shaken the norm of watching Lando on his phone screen and he almost forgets that he's supposed to be the one interacting with Lando in the challenges etc.

now if you've watched the Prema content on YT you'll know that Oscar, while still sleepy and placid, absolutely knew how to play up for social media content. sure the pressure wasn't that high and he'd known some of those boys for years by then. but his timing was solid and he adopted a sarcastic voice-of-reason role to bounce off the other guys. but what's so endearing about the McLaren content is that Oscar has basically positioned himself as guest star in the Lando Show. it's like he's so relieved at how good Lando is at media content that he spends a lot of his role in it watching what Lando is doing. I'm serious when I say it seems like he forgets he's not watching Lando on a screen like he always used to.

I do however think it's a confident and conscious decision that he made to not even bother trying to be another Carlos or Daniel - or to try and copy paste a little of the banter he'll have seen Lando have in Quadrant videos. I really love that Oscar's said you know what I'm being me and it so happens I'm nothing like those other people in Lando's content.

but !! you know who's personality and sense of humor Oscar most resembles? Max F. dry humor, sleepy but can get riled up and fun when they're feeling it. sort of fondly exasperated with Lando a lot of the time. I loved the stream of Max watching the Most Likely To with Lando and Oscar because he sided with Oscar so many times and appreciated Oscar bringing up the birthday issue.

and I think that's where for Lando he's still pretty damn thrown by Oscar - not in a bad way, just still uncertain. Oscar doesn't fit with Lando's extroverted F1 world. Oscar's plenty friendly with the rest of the grid (and obv Logan) but he's choosing to largely go under the radar and he runs his social media very lowkey even during some of the major highs he's had his rookie season. he's there to race F1 cars and when that's over he's got a very good brain in his head and plenty of options. he doesn't have the same insecurities that a lot of the drivers admit to having. Lando can't rely on Oscar being a typical F1 driver to understand him.

to finally come around to some kind of point I think what we're seeing is Lando and Oscar tiptoeing around a friendship that would probably develop very fast and easily if it weren't for the F1 pressure and expectations. we're seeing Lando unusually flustered by how easy he gets Oscar's attention and how he seemingly can't annoy or inadvertently piss off Oscar even if he tries to wind him up in videos or if he gets lost in admiration for his own trophy while Oscar shrugs off his own P14 finish and smiles at Lando. I genuinely think that level of undemanding affection has Lando sort of squirmy in an adorable way.

and Oscar clearly went into the personal side of his relationship to Lando of just enjoying whatever he gets and not trying to be someone he isn't. rookie seasons are already so pressure packed and the drama with Alpine followed by the rough start McLaren had won't have helped. he's just trying to do his job and prove his place and honestly isn't bothering to hide that he's baffled and flustered at finding himself interacting with Lando Norris the way Carlos Sainz and Daniel Ricciardo were. it's easier to just let people see that Lando can wrap him around his finger.

when all the time, if they'd met via Max F or mutual non-F1 friends, Oscar would fold right into Lando's group like butter on toast. I think that's what we pick up on with either or both of them getting shy and crushing on each other like new best friends at school. F1 has picked them up and put a camera on them and we're watching them slowly learn if it's okay to put an arm around each other or sit very close or touch the other person's hair. because they know this is very Real FriendTM friend potential and they don't want to spook each other and their feelings could so easily be hurt if they thought the other person didn't want to be friends as much or if they'd turn their back on them in front of their other friends.

they're not interacting as Typical Blokes by horseplay or teasing or being loud and they're not Just Guys Bein Dudes using humor and sarcasm to figure out the pecking order.

most of the time they're so shy or Lando's in a mood and Oscar finds it adorable and they're watching each other so closely the whole time like this and aauuuuhhggggg it's so vulnerable and sweet.

that's how it feels to me anyway and why I'm so ???!!! watching them interact. and sidenote I'm so so glad Oscar is so steady and can celebrate Lando no matter what. bc Lando admits he struggles with that in turn and after the many times it's been tested it's clearly never going to be something that breaks them before they can continue to get closer <3

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[chelemlem]

scouring your blog for more characterisation on lando/oscar dynamic.... the not correcting mispronunciations blew my mind wide open. do you have any other wise takes

hello anon :3 pretty sure i've mentioned all of this in some capacity b4 and much has been covered in depth by greater scholars than myself but here are some 814 charactization quirks i'm fond of ↓

oscar resignedly accepting his own attraction to lando but choosing not to act on it because well..... it is what it is. in his mind being 4 tenths off his teammate is a more immediately pressing matter than lando fake moaning from an icebath 2 feet away [clenched fists]

lando subtly looking out for oscar, especially march-may of last year because he distinctly remembers his own rookie season (see: the "it's a lot, isn't it" exchange in the melbourne unboxed, giving oscar endless opportunities to redeem himself in challenges etc). i think part of it was him not knowing how much of oscar's quietness was a factor of the explosive feeder series to f1 jump and how much is his actual personality but wanting him to feel comfortable either way. also just lando being endlessly curious about this guy who is just a guy... because oscar is lowkey a lot funnier (to lando) than the general public's flat/boring diagnosis gives him credit for

a sort of blase level of comfort and wordless communication (see: virgin radio with zak brown) and also in general communicating via just. noises (the yes/no challenge is an esp egregious example of this like why are u bleating at each other. nvm) to borrow an oscar term here: they're low-frequency! bc while lando has a tendency to match the energy of whoever he's with (vs oscar who's pretty much always the same lol) imo at their core 814 are both different flavours of introverts so when they're together it's just kinda. chill

oscar being deeply tolerant of all of lando's idiosyncrasies and even assimilating to his rhythm... eating the same pre-race meal as lando/changing his answer's to match lando's in the who's most likely to vid/listening to lando's music through their shared wall/"are you ready oscar piastri" "i'm ready lando norris"... insanity

a measurable give and take because as indulgent as oscar can be he will rib lando and give him if not a hard time certainly A Time. basically oscar having a spine... but also bending to lando's whims... it's a fine balance

rating each other as drivers...... sure oscar is a well-socialized young man who can (occasionally) pretend net competence has a lot of moving parts and lando genuinely likes a lot of people he doesn't rate (real) but when it boils down to it the fact that they both think v highly of the others' skill as drivers (oscar constantly calling lando one of the quickest guys on the grid, lando saying his recent run of form is in part due to oscar being good enough in his own right to push him, "i mean, he already is") adds a whole new layer of intrigue. bc even when they get along there's that undercurrent of caution/what's he gonna do next/etc and who kneowsss how this aspect of their relationahip is going to evolve over the next three (3!!!) years together as teammates but i for one can't wait to watch :')

they barely (if ever) touch. compelling 2 Me

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[presdestigatto]

I doubt Charles and Max ever could be friends. Both are too competitive and I feel like Max would stop being too nice to Charles once things doesn’t go his way. I know everyone believes it’s Charles who would hate Max again if they start to fight for Championship again but for me it’s Max, he already showed annoyance toward Charles in those moments.

Hey anon! Thanks for sending something in, but damn, prickly topic. I have some time on my hands now so I’m going to go extra in depth with my thoughts on this

It’s quite difficult to speculate on the future state of their relationship, because we’re dealing with a lot of hypotheticals and we quite literally only know what they decide to show us, publicly. For all we know, they could secretly be besties who text every night. Though, I do agree with you (or what you implied) that they aren’t friends on a personal level right now. Honestly, I think they don’t have much in common beyond racing, if you look at their friends and their passions outside of motorsport. But then again, racing is and has always been a huge part of who they are, it is pretty much the core of who they are right now, and as drivers, Max&Charles are very similar. So outside of racing I don’t think they interact much, but within racing I see their relationship as two people who vibrate on the same wavelength. And that produces, yk, the Maxsplaining and Leclerifying.

As for whether there will be hatred between them if they have a tense title fight, I tend towards not at all, or not to a level that destroys their relationship as friendly colleagues. First, the stakes going into 2024 are simply not equal. If this were Charles and Max fighting for their first title, and only one of them could get it, I would place my bets on a Lestappen downfall. I do agree with you that both of them are crazily competitive, but Max has already won… trice. I’m not saying that this means he doesn’t want to win anymore, but he quite literally doesn’t have much to prove left. He’s just had the most dominant season in the history of the sport, the next step up would be like a complete win whitewash and I’d actually quit watching f1 forever if that happens. I don’t feel that Max is the sort of driver who’s aiming to break records for WDCs held, and I’m basing this off his comments about retirement and being bored at the front this season. From what I’ve seen, Max is a racing nerd. To him, the thrills are just as important as the accolades and that’s significant because he’s already collected a bucketload of accolades. And so I don’t think a 3 time WDC Max would resent Charles for giving him a close title fight. I also feel that from his comments in interviews about acknowledging that “everyone can be stopped”, his ego isn’t as large as some people make it out to be. But I also can’t really think of any recent instances of Max showing irritation towards Charles apart from on the radio in Vegas 23, and the overall race proved that Max does enjoy Charles taking the challenge to him. It’s probably because I don’t follow Max too closely, so feel free to update me haha.

As for whether Max would U-turn on his love-peace-Charles agenda if Charles presented a real title fight to him, ignoring my somewhat shallow Max knowledge, I’d point to Bahrain 2022 as an example that Max isn’t that insecure. It was the first race of the season, the Red Bulls DNFed, Charles won, but they were still all smiles and Max even took the initiative to come up to Charles to chat (on live tv). This ties back to the point above, that the stakes for Max aren’t as high anymore so we see less Mad Max. I’d also add that Max has been very consistent in showing that he sincerely admires Charles’ skill as a driver, I’d go as far as to say that Max respects Charles the most in the current grid. I’m pretty sure you can pick any year from 2018-2023 and Max has done at least one interview in which he praises Charles’ talent. And this brings me to what Max said in 2018 predicting that he and Charles will be “like Hamilton and Vettel, fighting for titles in the future”, which aptly illustrates how Max&Charles are, in my opinion, the most prepared to have a tense title fight without developing personal grudges. People like calling them the reverse Brocedes, I can certainly see it. Circling back to the very first point about them not being friends, they have always been rivals first. They’ve had over a decade of experience going into races and championships and seeing the other as “Max/Charles, who I have to beat”. They’re competitors with a healthy amount of hard-earned respect for each other, and I do believe them when they say that they’ve matured beyond petty rivalries. That is basically the tl;dr of this very long thing.

I don’t see why Charles, who is going into 2024 with the awareness that he’ll have to beat Max to win the WDC, would become resentful of Max in the process. Likewise, I don’t think Max, who has already proven himself, would be mad that his childhood rival who he rates very highly, beat him to a title. I think it’s important that they aren’t friends, as you said, because then there are no expectations or trust to betray and their professional relationship can be maintained.

The only scenarios I see happening where they fall out because of the title fight are if 1) either one of them decides to drive dirty and the FIA turns a blind eye (haha.) 2) they magically regress into their 15 year old selves and Charles shoves Max into the marina in Abu Dhabi in Val D’Argenton 2.0

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[libraryofsecretfantasies]

Driven to Distraction

Max Verstappen x OFC. WOC. NSFW One shot. This is a long one.

The tension crackled between Max and Tara as they stood face to face in the locker room, their rivalry simmering just beneath the surface. Both accomplished F1 drivers for the Red Bull team, their competitive spirits burned bright, fueling the fire of their heated argument.

"You think you're invincible, don't you, Max?" Tara spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You act like nothing can faze you, like you're some sort of racing god."

Max smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Damn right I do, Tara," he shot back, his tone laced with arrogance. "I can handle anything that comes my way on the track. No distraction, no challenge, nothing can break my focus. I'm the best, and you know it."

Tara's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in their depths. "Is that so?" she challenged, her voice low and dangerous. "Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

Max's smirk widened, thinking he had won the argument. "Yeah, we will," he replied smugly, turning to leave the locker room, convinced that he had bested Tara once again.

But as Max strode away, Tara's lips curled into a devious smile. She watched him go, her mind already working on her next move. Max may have thought he had won this round, but little did he know, Tara had something up her sleeve, something that would shake his confidence to its core. She was determined to prove that she was too was a force to be reckoned with. ---The next morning---

The sound of virtual engines filled the room as Max was engaged in a heated competition. His fingers danced over the controller with precision, his eyes fixed on the screen as he battled against his formidable opponents: Charles, Lando, and Alex. He had only four more laps to finish, and he was in the lead. Nothing can stop him now.

He felt someone enter the room. Tara. They had started their fight in the locker room after training, and finished it in bed that same night. No one knew about their relationship, and it was to remain that way. When Max woke up the next morning he knew he would wake up alone. Tara was long gone. That was their arrangement - they fight, they fuck, and they race.

So when Max joined his Twitch livestream, he was completely unaware that Tara had returned to his home. He tried to ignore her presence, but as he turned into the final fourth lap, he felt something touch his leg. Two hands going up his leg, and resting on his thighs. He jerked and glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight below him.

Beneath the desk, hidden from the prying eyes of his streaming audience, Tara knelt, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along the inside of Max's thigh. She had lipstick on. Red, just like he liked it. Her dark hair was out, and she didn't have a top on. The sight of her tits out almost made him throw his controller and suck her nipples, but he remembered their argument. Nothing could distract him from a race. Her eyes had a wicked gleam in them. She placed a finger on her full lips. An instruction - be quiet.

She slowly pulled down his shorts, until they were around his ankles. His cock was hardening, as she ran her hands up and down his leg. She stared slow, peppering his thighs with kisses, her breath hot against his skin, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume his every thought. She saw Max's cock twitch and she smiled. This was going to be easy.

Above the table, Max had grown quiet. His hairline was itchy, his breath was starting to get heavier and his brows furrowed. Charles, Max's closest friend and fiercest rival, couldn't help but notice the subtle change in Max's expression. With a quirk of his brow, he leaned in closer, his voice filled with concern. "Hey, Max, you seem a bit... preoccupied. Everything alright over there?"

Just as Max was going to answer, he felt Tara's tongue on his balls. Fuck, she was licking them like they were her favorite ice cream. His cock was in her hand, and she was thumbing his tip. Fighting to maintain his composure, Max tried to think of answer. "Feeling the heat of the competition, Charles," he replied, his voice strained with arousal.

At this point, Tara had taken his cock in her mouth, paying special attention to the tip. She alternated between sucking the top and kissing it. She wanted to take her time, really draw this out. One of her hands was still stroking his cock, the other fondling his balls with a gentleness that wanted to make Max scream with frustration. He wanted more.

Charles grinned, his gaze lingering on Max's flushed face. "Sure, buddy, but it looks like you're feeling something else entirely," he quipped, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Max's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to deflect Charles's suspicions with a carefully crafted double entendre. "Well, you know me, always striving to come out on top," he replied.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, I can see that," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just make sure you don't burn out before the finish line, alright?"

He smiled at that, "Don't worry about me, I'm always in control." As he spoke, he jerked his hips up so that his cock hit the base of Tara's throat. Caught by surprise, she gagged a little, but recovered. She had planned to be gentle, but if he wants a challenge then so be it. She took his entire length in his mouth, and sucked like her life depended on it.

Max let out a string of curses, and she knew that he fucked up in the race. She looked up at him, her lips still around his cock. He shot a glance down and back up to the screen, "Its fine, I'm still in the lead". It seemed like he was reassuring the stream viewers, but Tara knew he was actually telling her. At that she stuck her tongue out, so she'd lick his balls whenever she took his full length in. His cock was rock hard, she was having trouble taking him in, but she couldn't give up.

It was the last lap now and he could feel the tension building within him, sweat was rolling down his forehead and his breath was heavy. Tara's hand was now wrapped around his cock, pumping him as she sucked his tip. Her other hand still fondling his balls. Max was close, in every sense of the word

Tara was unrelenting, she kept sucking knowing that the finish line was fast approaching. Max could hardly breath, all he could feel was her lips around her cock. The finish line was right there, just a few more seconds. And just as he shot across the finish like, claiming victory against his opponents, Max's body tensed as pleasure ripped through him. Blood roared around his ears, and his vision turned white. His cum was spilling into her eager mouth as he rode the waves of his release.

As the cheers of the crowd echoed through the room, Max couldn't help but moan in ecstasy, knowing that he had conquered both the race and the ultimate challenge by his secret lover. He had slumped back into the chair and smiled lazily at the screen. He looked below his table and saw Tara still kneeling with her head resting on his leg. Her hand was still around his cock as it grew soft.

He reach down and placed his hand in her hair, stroking it and petting her. She had done well. Tara looked up at him with a hazy look in eyes, that previous fire had dimmed. A drop of his cum was on the corner of her lips and Max couldn't help but wipe it with his thumb.

She smiled at him, and in that moment of sweet victory, he realized that some thrills were worth risking it all for.

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[hungerpunch]

umm i'm. what the fuck. from 2015.

Hard on the brakes into Turn 13, that tricky right-hander on Melbourne’s challenging Albert Park street circuit, Valtteri Bottas hits a bump and suddenly feels as though he’s been stabbed in the back. In an instant, he’s suffered a hairline tear in one of the discs in his spine and is forced to sit out the rest of the Australian Grand Prix weekend. ...Post-Australia he flew straight to the equatorial venue to acclimatise to the extreme conditions, accompanied by his new trainer, Antti Vierula (formerly of McLaren), and a back specialist flown out to oversee his recovery. First by training in water and then moving to a gym cross-trainer, he was able to jog the weekend before the Malaysian race and was declared fit to compete. After careful analysis,the injury was deemed to have been caused by a number of factors, as prior to Melbourne there had been no issues with his seat (which was the same as last year’s). A new pedal position, combined with the bumpy nature of the Albert Park street track, allied to the fact that in a bid to lose weight Valtteri had lost the bulk of the core muscles in his lower back, all contributed to the tear in his disc as he applied heavy brake pressure into the right-hander.

so. good to know being able to jog makes you fit to drive an f1 car. in a grand prix. nevermind completely brushing over a contributing factor to his spinal injury being that he lost the bulk of his core muscles in his lower back to lose weight. for this sport. i.

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Hi! I'm feeling terribly awkward cause I normally never do this, I really hope this is okay, but I just finished reading Rainbow Road, after three/four days in which I barely slept and I barely did anything else and... Saying I loved doesn't BEGIN to describe what I'm feeling right now.

You are a simply incredible writer and the story you crafted is outstanding. I loved everything about it, even the more challenging bits that hit way too close to home, I adore the charecters and characterization. I felt every emotion under the sun and I cried more than once, which nearly never happens to me! The setting was a revelation in and of itself. I'm Italian (and I live, like, less than 1hr away from Imola, which made Those chapters all the more engaging), so F1 is quite culturally relevant around me, but I never reeeally got into it and I never ever would have thought that I'd come to care about it through a Good Omens fanfic, so props for accomplishing what 20+ years of constant exposure+cultural osmosis never could!

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Again I hope I didn't come across as too intense, I wanted to express how much this shook me to my core and just... thank you thank you thank you for writing this!! <3

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[owlafterhours]

[ac6] g5/621: i guess you could call him 'the boy next door'

Side B to the first Vegas AU mess. Very unedited, sorry ahead of time

So the first, was more pick n’ choose with who Raven’s with bc there’re so many people that both Freud and Rusty could be unimpressed by, and that dump wasn’t about Raven. So this is a very self-indulgent side B. It’s G5/621 so like, whatever dysfunctional relationship tags, slaps them on (though, as before, a softer, fluffier variant.). They’re just both idiots. 

C1, which gets a throwaway mention, is ‘Core Theorem 1’. The vibes are loosely based off F1 (surprise surprise) and my solution to ‘I Want The Mechs But Generally Non-Lethal’. This isn’t to say there aren’t military uses, But since vegas AU Grew Legs And Started Running, I might go into it in a worldbuilding dump post later or smth idk

CW: Lots of Alcohol, getting married for Questionable Reasons

In Which: Raven’s here for a good time, Iguazu was having a bad time, and everyone else is having A Time.

Sometimes, you get asked to go to an expo at the last minute ‘cause the garage you’re consulting for can’t make it and they need three people there. Please! Expenses paid! It’s in the same city that Rusty said he had some work thing at, so you can even call for emergency help if you need it.

Sometimes, you’ll end up in a crappy motel with them - they’re strapped for cash, like most independent garages, and this isn’t too far from the venue. You think you should be able to make it over without needing a taxi or exerting your leg too much.

And sometimes, sometimes, you open your door to find that a former rival-turned-who-the-hell-knows-what was staying in the same crappy motel. 

You think you see Michigan and Volta’s utes behind him.

“The fuck are you doing here, freelancer?”

Raven shuts the door in Iguazu’s face.

–

That’s the last that Iguazu sees of Raven for the next two days. 

Long story short, the Redguns are on like, vacation. No. Michigan calls it a vacation but it’s really team bonding. He’s managed to bribe them all there with the promise of picking up the tab for everything. Iguazu and Volta make a pact to drink a hole in Michigan’s wallet. 

Which is good and all, until Iguazu keeps. Getting like. Needled. Yes, Michigan’s making comments on everyone, but it’s personal alright?? First, it’s just the regular ol’ getting signed up for more things because Iguazu keeps trying to get out of them. But then Michigan starts making more targeted quips. How Iguazu really needed to move his arms n legs before his mouth. How he keeps losing these little challenges. How he should save yapping for those who’ve actually got a gift for it, like Gun Three. How it’s not even Iguazu that lets him know that Gun Thirteen’s apparently been living in the same motel as they were.

“You said he’s been here the last two days Volta?” Michigan had said. “That sneaky maggot hasn’t shown his face to me even once.” 

And then he called…someone and rattled off Raven’s description, barked into his phone a bit more before hanging up and grinning. 

“Alright - Gun Five, I got a job for you!”

–

Raven’s with a bunch of nerds in a tucked away bar, paper spread over several tables and bartenders observing them with some concerned curiosity. They’re drawing out the schematics for something. Some things. There’re a lot of propellers, and Iguazu thinks he recognizes a generator or two there. He’s not sure. 

Either way, Iguazu can see that Raven’s not integral to whatever nerd ritual it was that they were doing, so loomed behind Raven before setting his hands on his shoulders.

Raven leans back and tilts his head to look up. There’s a glimmer of recognition - before the lights turn off and Raven tries to go back to whatever it was he was working on. 

“You-” Iguazu pulled him back again. 

It’s a song and dance they’re familiar with.

They go through it every time they see each other.

(Which…is more often than Raven would like to admit. They’d been ‘rivals’ in the C1 scene, and gone through a wild thing or two together, but it didn’t really explain how their paths kept crossing. Then again, sometimes, Raven just…needed to be Somewhere Else, and if Iguazu and Volta kept on letting him into their apartment, then who was he to say no? He just brings an offering - usually food, or some of the booze he knows they like - and then crashes on their couch for the night.

Sometimes he’ll even wake up with Iguazu’s jacket on him.)

It means that Raven sighs at him before letting Iguazu shepherd him away with an arm around his shoulders. ‘Keeps him from running’, Iguazu had said, the first time he did it, and Raven's just gone along with it since.

One of the nerds - a Balam tech, by the looks of it - seems more apologetic than the others when he’s bidding farewell, and it’s only twenty minutes and drive later that he connects it with a triumphant Michigan and amused Nile.

“Gun Thirteen! I’m surprised to see you in this neck of the woods – why did I have to find out from Gun Four you were just next door?” 

Turns out, it wasn’t that Iguazu had miraculously found where Raven was but, rather, Michigan who had used his considerable sway over the Balam engineers to hunt Raven down.

Anyway, Raven’s roped into the Redgun festivities for the night; they’re not exactly what he expected. For one, Wuhuahai and Volta seemed to be in deep conversation over an arrangement of pepper shakers and glasses - Raven thinks he overhears something about ‘mergers and ‘arbitrage’’ and decides he doesn’t need to know what that is. Red’s got an impressive number of glasses in front of him, eyes sparkling as he talks about his family back home to Albany and Osawa. 

Half the bar is made of Redguns tonight, and Michigan has his eyes on every one of them.

For example: Iguazu had steered Raven into the pub with an arm around his shoulder. Iguazu intercepted any drinks that came to Raven. (Michigan’s heard from Walter that the kid wasn’t allowed alcohol.) Volta seemed increasingly exasperated every time he looked over as the night progressed - and Nile was giving Michigan the Look that told him to Shut Up For The Sake Of A Drama Free Vacation. For Once.

Who did he think he was?? A Vesper? Fuck no. So Michigan does what Michigan does best, and starts ribbing the two about lovebirds and ‘oh wouldn’t you look at that, guess you two kissed and made up hm???????’

And sure, Raven didn’t give two shits - he puts up with enough of this from Ziyi if he’s being real - but Iguazu. He’s half-way to drunk from tipsy and he is So Tired. Sooooo fucking tired of this bullshit. It’s been five fucking days of nothing but this and he is Done. He stalked up to Michigan. 

“Fuck Off.” Iguazu snarled, before storming out of the pub.

He doesn’t realize he’d grabbed Raven on his way out until Raven’s cane hits the back of his legs, forcing him to stagger.

“Fuck was that for!?” he snapped, before noticing that Raven had a tight grip around Iguazu’s arm. He was leaning quite heavily on Iguazu, now that he thought about it, and his breath was coming in a bit short. “Tch.” 

Iguazu’s not sure when it happened, but he’s gotten used to Raven’s quirks. Really, he thinks they spend too much time together, for someone who makes Iguazu feel sick in the stomach. Volta always says he’s in a worse mood after Raven stays over, so he has no clue why either of them keep letting the guy in. 

He walks a little slower after that though, and eventually, Raven catches his breath. It’s just them, the lights and passing by revellers for a moment - before Freud makes a lovely appearance with Rusty. They’re holding hands.

“Raven! Just who I wanted to see.” Freud says, and Raven zeroes in on the ‘I Have An Idea’ tone of voice. Looks like Freud had finally broken or something, and wanted to get married to Rusty, like. At this moment. Right now. Look, the walk-in wedding venue’s Right There. Could you be our witness Raven? 

(With how Rusty seemed totally unsurprised by Raven standing in front of him, Raven puts a wager on him being completely smashed. He has to admire Rusty’s composure when it comes to drinks. He never looks as drunk as he actually was.)

And Iguazu has no idea what’s happening anymore - or he doesn’t until Freud mentions, off-hand, this was how he was making a statement to Rusty.

A lightblub goes off in his head. Iguazu waited with more patience and grace than either Freud or Rusty deserved from him. He needs Raven for this.

“Hey. Freelancer.” he said, after Rusty and Freud had shared a sloppy kiss and then left the venue after all due paperwork was completed. “Let’s get married. That’ll show ‘em.”

Raven doesn’t have to guess who that ‘someone is’, but he’s definitely wondering about this sequence of events. How, exactly, is getting married going to matter to Michigan? 

He says as much, but Iguazu is. Oddly confident about this. 

“It’ll show him.” he insists. Raven points out that he’s had enough alcohol. Iguazu waves him away - he’s not a bloody lightweight. Raven says they need a witness; and No, they won’t be calling Freud back for this. That’d be terrible. 

Sure, he can work with that. Iguazu uses ‘Call a friend’. 

“Hey Volta, get your ass over here. Need you for somethin’.”

Thus their witness is procured! Volta knows he deserves to be here for all the bullshit he’s put up with. He almost feels proud of them. He also can’t believe he’s been roped into every fucking step of this not-relationship until it’s become…This. Whatever it was. He’s not calling this a proper fucking wedding, when he knows Iguazu’s doing it to be a little shit and Raven–

(“You don’t mind?” Volta asked Raven half-heartedly when he’d reached the place. Raven just shook his head and shrugged, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes that told Volta that the guy’s Invested in this. Somehow.)

 –who the hell knows. 

–

When Iguazu wakes up the next morning, he panics. What the hell was he thinking last night? Alright, maybe he overestimated how much he could drink (like usual), but that didn’t fucking mean he had to go get hitched to the freelancer. 

He’s still panicking when he gets a knock on the door. He doesn’t want to open it.

He gets up to open it anyway. It’s Raven. He looks like nothing happened the night before. He’s saying that they should go down to the place sometime in the next hour so they can get it sorted. Iguazu thinks he should feel relieved. Here’s an out. 

“We should deal with it.” Raven said, matter of fact. “Me and my colleagues are leaving today.”

Iguazu takes a breath. Iguazu feels that familiar discomfort in his stomach. Yes, they can go. Just give him a moment. Just,

He can hear Michigan’s mocking laughter. Volta’s going to be exasperated - if not a bit pissed. He’ll be the laughingstock again. Fuck that.

“No.”

“No?” “No. Fuck that. I’ll show them.”

“...I’ll tell my colleagues I’ll be staying another day then.” Raven said, “My room’s only booked til today eleven though, so I’ll stay in yours for the night.”

Iguazu didn’t expect Raven to agree so…easily. He took a breath. This could work out. How hard could it be to stay married for a little longer? 

“Fuck. Sure.”

–

In the end, neither of them actually announced that they got married, but word must’ve gotten around, because Michigan had accepted that Raven was getting back home with them without much comment. It’s a quiet trip home, Volta with his eyes on the road and Iguazu with his head pillowed on Raven’s shoulder, fast asleep. 

[what were u doing there]

[did i ask u to come?]

Raven stared at the message from Rusty - ah, looks like he finally realized that Raven had been somewhere he wasn’t meant to be? Careful not to dislodge Iguazu, Raven angled his phone juuuust right and took a selfie.

#armored core 6 #coral containment sphere #c4 621 #g5 iguazu #owlscratch #there were other notes i wanted to put down here but i think my brain is a bit empty now #might go back and fix some tenses or something #or maybe just go-over the two of them so i can slap it onto ao3 or something #there do be somethnig about ac6 that's gotten me writing though damn

[gerifran]

A Love Letter to Formula 1

F1 feels like home, and I love it like no other.

In particular, I find that Formula 1 has a unique ability to produce captivating stories about heartbreak, redemption, and glory—sometimes even all at once.

I’m not sure where my admiration for George came from. Perhaps it was our shared initials or a strict affinity for multiples of three. What I do know, though, is that his Formula 1 journey became one of my favorite stories in sports. I wrote my Common App essay about George because it was that serious. I forced college admissions officers to read about how I cried watching car 63 fall down the timing tower at 9 a.m. on a Sunday because that race changed my perspective on sports forever.

The 2020 Sahkir Grand Prix is nothing short of a captivating tale. I watched a man get the opportunity of a lifetime and lose it swiftly through no fault of his own. His misfortune would bring a victory that would change the trajectory of another man's career.

Everything in this sport is consequential and all of it is connected.

I’d never considered myself a competitive person, but in that moment I understood how people can put so much of themselves into a sport. I felt that team's loss like it was my own. I wanted the victory, I wanted the feeling, I wanted the story.

Of course, I don’t believe that this love is simple. There are many times when Formula 1 has angered me beyond belief—times when I’ve had to reconcile that maybe the sport I love is not one that can love me back.

What do you do with a sport that discourages—and actively censors—athlete activism? One that often fails to hold its most successful athlete in high regard?

I grieved the loss of Lewis Hamilton's eighth world title like it was me who had been cheated. I could not fathom losing something that was so certainly yours, much less to lose it through the admitted fault and negligence of an authority. Two years on, I still think of this as a moment that fiercely challenged my love for the sport.

I often joke that F1 is a billionaire’s playground, and frankly that is entirely true. You don’t have to be wealthy to become an F1 driver, but you sure as hell better know someone who is. I can't help but wonder how much more wonderful this sport could be if it wasn't so inaccessible. I wonder if we'd have full-time female drivers or more people of color. I wonder if I'd be able to see somebody who looks like me and grew up like me.

Yet despite all its faults, I’ve attached so much of my being to this sport. At a time when my world stood still, I turned to F1; not just as a source of entertainment, but rather a motive and a purpose. It became a reason to get through the week. I know I can survive this week because on Saturday and Sunday I'm going to watch F1. For about 20 weekends out of the year, I get to watch a new story and then I get to tell people about it.

I am intensely passionate about F1, and I could talk about it to anyone willing to listen and especially those who are not; I know its stories and I want everyone else to know them too. At their core, stories born from sports are about human persistence and man’s ability to pour heart and soul into a craft. Etched into Michael Schumacher’s final race helmet are the words, “Life is about passions. Thank you for sharing mine.” And Michael is never wrong.

What I love so much about Formula 1 is that it’s mine.

Nothing else ever has been.

#f1 #formula one #writing #f1 drivers #sports #michael schumacher #lewis hamilton #george russell #racing #motorsports

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Taste of temptation snapshot idea, danny making you cum with his nose while ypu are tied up

Ummm, this got nasty 🥴

Temptation Snapshot || DR3 {5}

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, pretty self explanatory, filth, lots of filth WC: ~600 F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

It started as a challenge. He swore he could make you come with any part of his body, you swore he would be single if he tried to touch you with his foot. He settled for his nose.

“Gotta make sure you don’t try to cheat by escaping,” he said as he secured the rope around your wrists. “I am going to make you come.”

You squirmed on the bed at the seriousness in his tone. There were few things he was serious about in life but your pleasure was one of them. You estimated it ranked somewhere higher than podium finishes but just under winning.

His large hands gripped your thighs and spread you wide as he settled between them, getting comfortable so he could take his time. A warm wet lick ran down your slit and you tried to close your legs but he tutted and held them open.

“That’s cheating, that was your tongue.”

“Sorry, kitten, but needs something to glide over,” he chuckled as he teased the tip of his nose over your mound, the dry skin on skin tickling as he proved his point.

You lifted your head as much as you could to look down at your body and met his dark eyes at the juncture of your thighs. “Then spit on it, daddy.”

You watched his cheeks hollow but your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the warm slick line of spit roll down your clit. His growing hair teased your thighs as he buried his face between them and you moaned when he started slowly nodding his head, each shift dragging his nose up and down over your sensitive pearl.

“Please, Danny, faster,” you begged as you fought the restraints, wishing you could bury your hands in his hair and ride his nose yourself.

“Uh-uh,” he said as he shook his head, but the movement only made you whine for more. You could feel every single bump and curve of his nose when he pushed your knees up to your chest so he could hit every spot.

“Fuck, kitten, you smell so good,” he groaned as the scent of your arousal drove him feral. “You gonna come all over my face like a good girl?”

Your head fell back to the bed and you stopped fighting the ropes, instead holding them for dear life as your breaths came in short pants and your core clenched. The tightening snapped and you cried out as your legs trembled against his strong hold, waves of pleasure pulsing from your cunt as Daniel’s tongue lapped at the river until you whimpered with the overstimulation.

“I told you so,” he said with a proud grin on his glistening face.

“You used your tongue,” you panted as he knelt between your legs and stroked his hard dick, teasing the head through your folds.

“Only after you came, baby girl. Can’t help myself when you taste so good.”

He reached up and released the knots, your fingers instantly finding themselves in his hair so you could pull him closer. You could taste yourself on his tongue and fresh need pooled as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I do taste good,” you hummed as you dragged your tongue over his cheek and he groaned as his cock twitched at your entrance. “What are you waiting for?”

“Fuck,” he shivered as he buried himself home with one stroke and his large hand wrapped around your throat pulling you up to meet his lips. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

#the taste of temptation #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #f1 rpf