Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? He's sad that Lewis crashed during the race and he felt that it was his fault. She assured him that it was not and comforted him. Maybe some surprises for him. I'll let you decide what it was. Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later!! Thanks! :))
Mercedes Madness - Peter Bonnington x Wife! Reader
Plot: Lewis doesn't have a great race, going from Pole Position to a DNF at his home race. A lot played part in the cause of the crash but your Peter Bonnington cant help but feel like it's his fault. But his wife will always be there for post-race comfort!
Credit to husbono for the GIF
It was a great weekend for Mercedes at Silverstone, they had Lewis in pole position and George next to him in P2 meaning they had the whole front line to themselves and would be able to defend from the Red Bull and McLaren that sat behind them in P3 and P4.
This was a race-weekend you were invited to every time as it was a big home race not just for the team having Lewis and George driving for them, but for you and Peter where it was also where you both grew up.
Having Lewis and George locking out the front row on the Saturday ahead of Sunday felt like a good omen for you.
However that is not how the race went down, both car's seemed to have cooling issues making it shaky and just generally harder to drive. The pit stops on top of that seemed to be slower than they had all season and communication on the pit wall at Mercedes had been awful, causing George to slip down into P6 and eventually caused Lewis and Carlos to get into a accident where Lewis wasn't able to turn his car wide enough to leave room for Carlos.
Commentator: Oh and look at that, contact between Sainz and Hamilton and he's off. The man who was set up to win it all is OUT! There's no way he can recover that car!"
Commentator: Oh! Here's Bono on the radio.
Bono Radio: Sorry Lewis, race over.
Lewis Radio: Yeah sorry I couldn't bring it home.
Bono Radio: We'll talk in debrief tonight, wasn't a good day!
Carlos was able to continue his drive, only needing to pit for a new front wing but Lewis had to retire the car.
Toto was unhappy of course, what could have turned out to be the best weekend for Mercedes since 2021 turned into a complete shit-show with how disconnected the team were.
After the race, and all the interviews and the debrief, you and Peter drove home in complete silence. You could tell he just needed some time to think, he liked doing that. Sometimes you would worry he'd send himself into a pit of bad thoughts but he always came back with a nod and a soft smile to let you know he was okay.
As you pulled into the drive way he walked straight to the bedroom, you quickly followed after him seeing him getting into some lounge wear before crawling into bed wrapping the covers around him, laying while looking up at the plain white ceiling.
"Baby, you know today wasn't just on you right? The whole team was a mess!" you offer, watching over his expression and the way he's breathing in and out slowly.
"I could have done things different..." he sighs looking over at you.
"Mmm, but so could the engineers... and Toto, and even Lewis. But we'll make a comeback in Spa, I know you feel as though your to blame and yes maybe you could have called out better strats but the race is done... George still got the team points. But if you keep your mind open on this race, it'll be the same in Spa!" you advise pulling him into a hug which he accepts slinking a soft hand around your waist.
"I don't know what i did to deserve you!" he sighs rolling over onto his side and kissing you softly.
"Let's get some sleep, tomorrow will be a better day" you say still holding onto him.
The next morning you quietly got out of your bed, making your side as quietly as possible so you didn't wake up your sleeping and clearly exhausted husband.
You went and got yourself ready in the family bathroom rather than the ensuite in your room, not wanting to wake Peter up. After getting ready for the day you ventured out for the morning errands you'd told yourself you'd do.
You wanted to surprise Peter with an entire relax and restoration day. You hit up your guy's local spa/gym asking for a few treatments you know Peter liked to get for later on in the day. You then went to the cinema and purchased two tickets to a film that Peter had been wanting to see but due to all the travelling he hadn't had the chance to.
You then went to his favorite bakery buying a large box of all of his best sweet treats he would enjoy after race weekends.
Finally you ended your trip at the shops buying a ingredients for a special dinner you'd cook him tonight and a few snacks that you guys would take into the cinema with you.
You come home, stepping into the door with all the shopping bags clutched in every way you could possibly hold them before chucking the car keys on the entryway table.
As you step into the kitchen your husband rushes up to you helping with the bags.
"Where have you been?" he asks looking over you, a small frown on his face.
"Just out!" you smile opening the fridge and checking the current food in there to see what was still in date.
"I woke up and you weren't here!" he admits with a groan and hugging you from behind.
"Mmmmm I've been planning for Peter Day!" you grin turning round.
"What is Peter Day?" he asks cocking his head to one side.
"Well, we'll start of with a run. Then we'll go to the Spa, and then the cinema and out for a light lunch. Then we'll come home and I've got the ingredients for your fav!" you smile, placing a kiss on his cheek before reaching into the tote bag that held some of the ingredients in and showing him before placing them in the fridge and cupboards.
"You did all that for me?" he asks.
"Well, it's been a tough weekend darling. You deserve some you time!" you smile, and he pulls you in for a hug putting his face in the crook of your neck. A relaxed sigh leaving him.
"Thank you really I love you so much. God what did i do to deserve you!" he smiles looking over you, kissing you one more time before helping you with the rest of the shopping.
"Okay, go get some running gear on! We'll go round the trail you like, even though it kills me!" you joke, knowing he preferred the uphill route because of the views rather than your nice job around the lake your house was next to.
"As much as I love your treats for today, promise me we can have a home day together tomorrow?" he asks looking over at you, and you nod because a home day was a rarity in the Bonnington household.
"Yeah, a home day sounds great love!"
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I saw a post going around calling out race control/marshals for not communicating to the drivers (especially Lance) that George was stopped on track + the delay in calling for VSC.
The timing is certainly interesting, I do think race control could have responded a bit quicker but Lance knew about George's accident well before he approached the turn.
This is Lance approaching the sector where George crashed.
Note the screen signals a flashing yellow triangle, which is a double waved yellow, so Lance knew well before making the turn that there was imminent hazard and that the hazard was on track. (I'll be honest, the camera on that Aston belongs on an old Nokia, at first I thought it was a solid white flag lmao) This is also when Lance's engineer started saying "Yellow ahead, yellow ahead" - George was stopped in the section after that screen, so no marshals with yellows out at that point. So it's not accurate to say that Lance was surprised by George's car. Still, no VSC.
This is Lance's view after the turn - note the marshals frantically going at it with the double waved yellows signaling "DANGER AHEAD - OBJECT ON TRACK IN NEXT SECTOR" you can see the sector line in front of the marshaling post
Note the side screen which should mirror the marshaling post is still showing a white flag (????) - [I don't think it was flashing or showing a VSC, it looks like a solid white, but I can't tell because the video is too quick and the quality is poor. Also I can't see the VSC message on the steering wheel but feel free to correct me if y'all can make it out.] *EDIT* THE WHITE SCREEN IS NOT A SCREEN AT ALL, THAT WAS MY MISTAKE - It looks to be a sign of some sort
Then, just as Lance is passing by George, a VSC is called.
( ⬆️VSC screen location for reference)
(you can see the VSC screen in the distance starting to flash as Lance passes George)
Anyways, here's a good video on what the various panels mean (X) And here's a fab video on electronic marshaling and how it works (X)
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WIP Wednesday
because i literally never normally have a WIP and also because i haven't written anything since JULY so.... have this small snippet of a lestappen fic i'm writing that nobody asked for
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“You’re not going to find anything in there that I haven’t already told you.” Charles states matter-of-factly, as Max scrolls through the information on the screen. Which Max already knew, of course, because if Charles is anything he’s a damn good race engineer. The best one Max has worked with, that’s for sure.
“I know,” he admits, eyes still scanning through the various numbers in front of him, and Charles laughs.
“Such a control freak.” Charles mutters.
“I am not a- Hey!” Max exclaims as his cap is swiped clean off of his head. Charles sticks his tongue out, putting the cap on himself backwards because he’s just goddamn awful. But he doesn’t leave any time for Max to complain any further, fingers carding through his (disgustingly sweaty) hair and sending shivers down his back.
It’s embarrassing really, how the tension in his shoulders melts away with just the slightest of touches. And if a tiny sound escapes his lips when fingernails scrape at his scalp, well, that’s none of anybody’s business but his own.
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