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LUCK OF A CHAMPION | SEBASTIAN V.

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader 

warnings: swearing. 

time - place stamp: september 14, 2008 - Monza, Italy 

author's note: AAH !! already on the second chapter!! the first time seb and reader meet at the italian grand prix!! the dialogue in bold is german and the dialogue in cursive is french!

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''Miss Y/L! We are so happy to have you here,'' an older man approached in front of the Toro Rosso garage, ''It's really nice to meet you, I'm Franz Tost- the team principal of Toro Rosso.'' He introduced himself, sticking out his hand. 

A warm smile appeared on the young woman's face, she confidently shook his head. ''It's very nice to see you, Franz. Thank you so much for having me.'' 

''It's our pleasure! We're very big fans and the team is very excited to meet you.'' The French athlete had her doubts about the F1 team being ''big fans'', but Franz's words came across as genuine. 

She nodded her head, the PR-friendly smile still glued on her face. ''Well, that's very kind.'' 

''I was informed this is your first time at a Grand Prix?'' He asked, slowly guiding her into the garage. ''Yes, it's my first time attending a race.'' She confirmed with a small nod.

''Fantastic!'' An Austrian accent slightly coming out. ''We're very honoured you chose to be with us today, Miss Y/L.'' 

''You can call me Y/N, Franz. I'm not an old lady or anything, you can relax.'' The tennis star assured him, not a big fan of the formalities the older man was using. 

Franz chuckled at her words, a bit embarrassed. ''My apologies! We don't often receive young women into our garage so it's a habit.'' He clarified. 

''It's okay, I understand.'' Y/N brushed it off. 

''Anyway- I'll explain some things. So, here,'' he pointed towards a few men who were seemingly doing some work on one of the cars, ''we have the mechanics, they're currently working on Sebastian's car.'' 

She politely nodded along, paying attention to his words. 

''There you have the engineers, they talk to the drivers while they're racing and keep them informed about a variety of things.'' Franz further explained, pointing to some guys that were observing the computer screens. 

Y/N glanced around the quite busy garage, spotting a familiar face. ''There's Sébastien!'' She signalled to the older Frenchman to approach them. 

The pair had met on numerous occasions, both being French athletes. She had been the one to reach out to him regarding her attendance, hoping he'd be able to get her a ticket to one of his races. Sébastien happily agreed to fix her a special pass, delighted to invite her to the Italian Grand Prix. 

''Y/N, how are you? Happy to see you here.'' The driver greeted her in French, a kiss on both of her cheeks. ''I don't have much time, but they told me you arrived so I wanted to quickly pop in and say hi.'' 

''I'm good, thank you for asking and also thank you for getting me here,'' she grinned, making the Frenchman laugh, ''good luck with your race, I'll be rooting for you.'' 

''Merci.'' He thanked her, nodding his head to Franz who seemed quite clueless about their conversation- his understanding of the French language not being advanced enough yet. 

The team principal awkwardly scratched his voice as Sébastian left them alone to prepare for his race. ''You would like a closer look to the car?'' He asked her, pointing at the machinery with the number five on it. 

''Yes, please.'' At her confirmation, he led her to the car. ''This is the cockpit,'' Franz motioned his hands over the area, ''and as you can see, the drivers are basically laying in there.'' He simplified. 

''Is it comfortable?'' She asked the team principal, genuine curiosity audible. 

Franz excitedly nodded his head. ''Yes, very very comfortable! The seats are custom made for every driver on the grid so they fit perfectly.'' 

''Do they ever fall asleep?'' Y/N chuckled, a joking tone to her question. 

The man laughed at the inquiry, surprised by the woman's sense of humour and unfeigned interest in the sport. ''With our two drivers it hasn't happened, but with others it has definitely happened before.'' Franz answered. 

''But not during a race!'' He quickly added, not wanting her to think that drivers have fallen asleep while driving the fast cars. 

''I hope not, that would be tragic.'' Y/N commented, a laugh attached to her words. 

Franz snickered along with her. ''It would be indeed. The mechanics wouldn't be too happy with that either so we're happy it hasn't happened yet.'' 

''But to continue- this is the steering wheel and as you can see, it's quite complica-'' 

''Hey Franz, are you rea- oh…'' 

A curly-haired young man appeared next to the team principal, taking the young woman by surprise. The unknown man's eyes widened as he stared at her, the tennis star becoming slightly uncomfortable by the guy's gawking.  

The older man in-between them seemed to grasp her uneasiness. ''Oh. This is one of our drivers, Sebastian Vettel. He scored our first pole position yesterday and hopefully, our first win today.'' Franz introduced him. 

Y/N stuck out her hand, intended for him to shake it. ''It's nice to meet you, Sebastian.'' He instead grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. ''It's very nice to meet you too, Miss Y/N Y/L.'' 

The woman was impressed by the greeting, raising an eyebrow at the gentleman in front of her. ''You know me. Are you a fan of tennis?'' There was a surprising tone to her voice, his boss hadn't introduced her by name. 

Sebastian shook his head, dropping her hand. ''No, I'm just a fan of you.'' He proudly grinned, crossing his arms. 

''Well, thank you very much. I'm flattered.'' The athlete would be lying if she said she wasn't intrigued by the man's confidence, her interest in getting to know who this Sebastian Vettel was growing by each passing second. 

The German driver unsubtly looked her up and down. ''As far as I know, this is a Formula 1 event, right? You're not gonna find any courts around here.'' He joked, glancing around the garage and pretending to look for a tennis court. 

Y/N laughed at his antics. ''I must have gotten the wrong memo, I was promised a rematch with Venus,'' she feigned annoyance, placing her hands on her hips, ''but, uh, your teammate actually invited me.'' 

''Sébastien?'' He frowned. ''I wasn't aware he knew you. He's been hiding you from me, I can't believe it.'' It was Sebastian's turn to pretend to be agitated, although there might be a truth to his annoyance. 

Sebastian wouldn't describe himself as a tennis fanatic, but whenever the French prodigy in front of him would play, he would find himself clinged to the television. Was it her genuine skills as an athlete or the fact that he fancied her in a short skirt? Who would know. 

''We've met on a couple of occasions.'' Y/N explained her history with his Toro Rosso teammate. Sébastien and herself were French athletes so they have had a few run-ins with each other at dull award shows. 

''I see,'' Sebastian nodded, ''he just didn't want to share you with me.'' 

His flirtatious remarks not only surprised Franz and Y/N, but himself as well. The 21 year-old had always seen himself as quite a flirty pal, but he had never gone to this level with someone he had just met. It didn't help much that the woman standing opposite him was seemingly enjoying every word he said. 

''I guess that's the case,'' she matched the light smirk on his face, ''but I'm very happy he didn't, cause otherwise I wouldn't be here.'' 

''I'll make sure to thank him after the race.'' Sebastian chuckled, shyly breaking the eye-contact they had been holding for what seemed like forever. ''But, uhm, you're still in recovery? From Roland Garros?'' He asked, dropping the grin as he asked about her injury. 

''Yes, I had a surgery in June.'' She confirmed. 

The tennis star sustained a back injury at the French Open of that same year. It happened quite early in the tournament, but she continued playing instead of retiring from the competition. It was the first time in 3 years that she managed to make the final at Roland Garros, she couldn't win last time and wasn't going to let that opportunity slip again- even if it cost her the rest of her season. 

She did manage to win the final, winning her first French Open title of her career. However, there wasn't much of a celebration as she collapsed after taking the championship point, the pain in her back too much to bear. She was brought to the hospital and was informed she would need to receive surgery and a long recovery process. 

''Have you been training again, or how is it going?'' Sebastian continued, interested in her physical state and when he would be able to see her play again. 

Y/N unsurely shook her head. ''Uh, I've had some training sessions with my coach, but nothing too serious.'' She answered, an unconscious pout present on her face. 

''That's a good start,'' Sebastian encouragingly smiled, noticing the slight decline in courage, ''too bad I won't see you compete soon, though.'' He frowned, genuinely downhearted by her recovery break. 

''You'll have to wait until January.'' 

That's when the first tournament of the new WTA season took place in Australia, something she had been working towards for the past 2 months. Y/N had always been a self-assured person- some of her competitors might say ''arrogant'', but she knew her worth. Still, 2 months of not picking up a racquet had seriously messed with her mentality and doubts had formed in her mind about her future performances as a professional athlete. 

Those doubts were visible to Sebastian even if she didn't vocalise them. ''I know you'll make a great comeback, tennis isn't the same without you.'' 

''My lovely colleagues would happily disagree with you.'' The sarcastic comment made him laugh, taken aback by her sense of humour. 

He shook his head. ''They're just jealous! They actually have a chance now that you're not playing.'' 

''That's very sweet of you, thanks.'' Y/N brushed it off, the amount of praise he was giving her making her a bit shy.

''You know what? I think having a champion here will actually give me some luck for the race, don't you think?'' He told her, her presence giving him all the energy he needed before the Grand Prix. 

Y/N snickered at him. ''You got pole position yesterday! I think you're doing fine on your own.'' 

''No, seriously! You being here will definitely have an influence- I can't embarrass myself in front of a Grand Slam champion, right?'' Sebastian's words lifted her spirits, not used to athletes of other sports speaking and thinking so highly of her. 

''You're flattering me, Sebastian.'' Y/N moved a few strands of hair out of her face. 

''Seb.''

''Pardonne?''

''Call me Seb, Y/N.'' 

A tingly feeling settled in her stomach as he asked her to call him by his nickname, meanwhile the way he said her name send goosebumps down her neck. 

She timidly nodded her head. ''Alright… Seb.'' Y/N couldn't help but match the smirk on his face, taking way too much joy out of this interaction. 

''Uh,'' Sebastian looked next to him where Franz previously stood, but now nowhere to be found, ''oh, he's gone.'' He chuckled, feeling slightly guilty for leaving his boss in the dark. ''I have to go, though, but I'll see you after the race?'' He looked at her with a hopeful glance, not wanting this moment to be the last time he saw her. 

A smile slowly formed on her face, his attempt at nonchalance malfunctioning. ''I'll find you on the podium.'' Y/N winked. 

Sebastian's cheeks heated up at her response, her confidence that he would finish in the top three flustering the Toro Rosso driver. ''Yeah, yeah- I'll see you there.'' With a final long glance, he made his way over to his engineer. 

The Toro Rosso garage erupted into chaos once the German took the chequered flag, their and his first F1 win in the pocket. Y/N observed the mechanics falling into each other's arms and yielding their fists into the air, meanwhile the pit wall yanked their headphones off and jumped up from their chairs in overjoy. 

As a fellow athlete, she understood the excitement that came from winning your first big achievement like winning a Grand Prix. You work almost your entire life for just an ounce of success and when it finally pays off? It's a feeling you can't describe. 

Y/N was guided to the podium ceremony by a staff member, standing behind the team as Sebastian appeared from the inside of the building and strided to the top step while the team and crowd cheered him on. 

The tennis star chuckled at the driver holding up his index finger, a symbolised No. 1, and the way he seemed to be poking it in everyone's faces. 

Despite standing at the very back and doing her best efforts to let the Toro Rosso crew have their moment, Sebastian found her in the mass- pointing said finger at her and threw her a smug look as if to say ''I told you you would bring me luck''. 

The woman nodded at him, raising her arms above her head and applauding him. 

Y/N flinched when the German national anthem ended, and the drivers started spraying each other with their champagne bottles. She turned to the staff member next to her. ''Do they always do this?'' She asked. 

The staff nodded, amused by the athlete's shock. ''Yes, every race!'' 

''Wow… a nice combination with the sweat.'' Y/N was quite disgusted by the stank that would come off from the drivers- champagne and sweat not being a satisfying mix. 

After the ceremony was done, she was brought to the Toro Rosso hospitality. Many of the mechanics, engineers and others were, contrary to what she first believed, actual fans of the young athlete and wanted the chance to grab a picture with her. 

Y/N didn't mind sticking around a little longer than what was planned. She appreciated the support she was given, especially now that she's injured and might have already passed her prime. Besides, the Toro Rosso team had been extremely kind to her the entire day and it was only right of her to reciprocate the kindness. 

A tap on her shoulder made her turn around right as she handed one of the strategists their napkin back that she had autographed. 

She was met with a smirking Sebastian, holding a small camera. ''Can I get a picture as well?''

The 21 year-old woman lightly pushed his arm with her hand, laughing at the question. ''Hey, congratulations, Mr. First Race Win.'' Y/N bowed her head. 

''Thank you, thank you, but what about my picture?'' He brushed her congratulations to the side.

The athlete jokingly scoffed. ''They already took one of us in the garage, you've had your chance, Vettel.'' She figured he was taking the piss out of her and all the people that wanted a photo with the tennis star. 

''But that's for the publicity, this is just for me.'' He contended. 

There was a certain tone to his voice, one that explained to her that he might actually wanted a photo with her- and not to just be funny and tease her. 

Y/N sighed, but agreed. ''Alright then. If it's just for you.'' 

Sebastian held up his fist, the same way she did after winning a point in a tournament. ''Yes,'' he glanced around, his eyes falling upon a man sitting at one of the tables, ''Riccardo!'' He called him over. 

Riccardo was surprised by the sudden call of his name, but stood up anyway once he noticed Sebastian waving at him. 

''He's my engineer.'' He quickly told Y/N, seeing her confused expression. ''Hey, can you take a picture for me? Of us?'' The German asked his engineer, who nodded at the request. 

Sebastian handed him the camera and stood next to the tennis player. He rested his hand on her back, but swiftly retreated it. ''Is that okay?'' 

Y/N moved her head towards him, surprised by his concern over touching her. ''It's okay, don't worry.'' She consented, putting her own hand on his back. 

''1, 2, 3. Cheese!'' Riccardo counted down and snapped a few pictures, knowing Sebastian would appreciate a couple of candids. ''Can I get a picture as well?'' The engineer asked, smiling when he saw Y/N nod. 

''Here, Seb.'' Riccardo gave him the device back and the two men switched roles. 

Sebastian had an indifferent expression on his face as he took the pictures of them, a vast difference from just a few seconds before when he was grinning from ear-to-ear. ''Okay, I got it. Don't want my card to be full.'' The driver put the camera down and back into his bag. 

''Thanks, mate,'' Riccardo warily glanced at Sebastian, ''it was very nice to meet you. You should invite the entire team to a match next year.'' The older man joked (but not entirely), looking at Y/N. 

''Thank you all for having me, I had a really nice time,'' she thanked them, ''and about that- I'll see what I can do.'' The Frenchwoman chuckled. She was fond of everyone, but fitting an entire Formula 1 team on the courtside? That would be a guaranteed challenge. 

''Hopefully see you soon, then. Seb, see you tonight.'' Riccardo bid them goodbye, walking towards where the other pit wall crew members were seated. 

At his engineer's ''tonight'' a ring went off in Sebastian's head. ''Oh, uh, we're celebrating tonight with everyone- would you, uh, like to come as well? It would be really cool if you were there.'' He uncharacteristically stumbled over his words a bit, barely managing to get the question out. 

''I don't know,'' she hesitated accepting the invitation, ''I have quite an early flight tomorrow and I really can't miss it.'' 

There were more reasons behind her uncertainty than a simple worry over missing her flight to Paris the next day. She liked socialising, but she had only met everyone for the first time today and most of them were panicking about being in her presence. 

The doubt in her mind was clear to him. ''You don't have to, but the option is there. How about you give me your number and I'll send you the address and hour- you can decide for yourself if you want to go.'' 

His suggestion was reasonable, she figured. That way she also had the young man's phone number, something she wouldn't hesitate taking. ''Okay.'' 

Sebastian quickly reached for his phone in the back of his jeans at her agreement, unlocking it and opening his contacts app, and handing the device over to her. 

''There… you… go.'' She bit on her lip as she concentrated on typing her number in, unaware of Sebastian's unsubtle fascination with her action. Y/N gave the phone back once she was done. ''I already send a message to myself so I'm sure it's your number.'' 

''Great! So I'll maybe see you later.'' The young man didn't want to say goodbye to her, but he still had things to discuss with the team and not even a Grand Slam champion could make him escape out of his responsibilities. 

Y/N nodded at him, an enchanting smile hanging on her face. ''Maybe, yeah,'' she smirked, ''again, congrats on your first win. I'm sure many will follow soon.'' 

''Let's hope there will be more,'' Sebastian had gotten the taste of success now and he wanted more, way more, ''but, uh, in case I don't see you again- it was very nice to meet you, Miss Y/N Y/L.'' 

''It was nice to meet you as well. You have my number so if you miss me too much you can just give me a call.'' She grinned, throwing out the flirty remark. 

The German licked his lip, taking a few moments to compose himself. ''I'll definitely keep that in mind.'' He smiled to himself. 

Y/N chuckled at his shy state. ''Bye, Sebastian.'' At the mention of his full name, he was about to correct her to use the shortened version, but she beat him to it. ''Sorry- Seb.'' 

''Goodbye.'' He bid her farewell. 

Sebastian watched her leave, his eyes following the woman like a puppy when their owner leaves for the day. As soon as she was out of his sight, he pulled his phone from his pocket again and opened his messages. He knew he should have waited a little longer before sending her the address and hour of the meet-up, but he couldn't help himself. Perhaps the young man didn't want her to forget him, he wanted her attention. 

While in the debrief with his team, he kept taking glances at his phone- something unusual for him to do, especially during discussions about the race that had taken place. 

Her response came in the middle of Franz's opinion on the tyre management, causing Sebastian to make a surprise jolt in his chair, receiving a few side-eyes from the others. ''Sorry… a cramp.'' He apologised, making up an excuse. 

| Y/N Y/L: I'll stop by :) I can't stay for too long, but I won't say no to a good celebration! 

| Seb Vettel (the flirty f1 guy): Nice! I will see you there then :) 

| Y/N Y/L: is there a dress code? 

Sebastian loudly chuckled at her question, making him apologise again for interrupting the team boss. ''Sorry, sorry!'' He put his phone away for a minute before sneakily grabbing it again to answer her. 

| Seb Vettel (the flirty f1 guy): I don't know

| Seb Vettel (the flirty f1 guy): casual, I guess. 

| Y/N Y/L: boring, but alright :) 

''No dress code?'' Y/N mumbled to herself, frowning. ''Pinnacle of motorsport my ass.'' The young woman had eventually agreed to go, planning to stay for about an hour or two. She wasn't going to drink any alcohol, because she had a practice the next day and a potential hangover isn't something she needed. 

She considered it a night-out so usually she would go for something more elegant, but since Sebastian told her it was casual, she went for a simple pair of jeans and a blouse. 

The young athlete couldn't get the German gentleman out of her head in the hours leading up to the celebration of his first win. Some time had passed since she last felt intrigued by someone on this level and that had been her former boyfriend. 

There was something about Sebastian. 

Was it the way he treated her like she was the queen of the universe or the way the man couldn't take his eyes off of her? Either way, she liked it. 

Y/N walked into the Italian establishment with excitement, curious to see what a night with a Formula One team looked like. The space was mostly filled by the Toro Rosso Team, most of them already having had some drinks. She could see some of the mechanics dancing and other crew members cheering them on. 

Unsurprisingly, Sebastian was the first person to notice her arrival. He immediately stood up from his chair, making the people around him flinch due to the suddenness of it. He didn't hesitate in walking over to her, grabbing her attention by waving and a call of her name. 

He greeted her with a hug. ''Hey, you actually came!'' Y/N was taken by surprise, not expecting him to embrace her. 

''Of course, wouldn't want to miss it.'' She smiled. 

''Can I get you something to drink? They have a bunch of good stuff here.'' Sebastian politely offered, pointing at the bar. 

Y/N glanced to where he signalled. ''Uh, do they have non-alcoholic drinks?'' She hesitated. Sometimes people can act judgemental when someone doesn't want to drink alcohol, especially at parties. 

''Sure, I think they have mocktails actually.'' He answered, not making a big deal out of her not wanting to have any strong drinks. 

She nodded, appreciating his nonchalance. ''Great, I'll have one of those then.'' 

Sebastian guided her to the counter, his hand on her lower back. Y/N kept a strong hold on her bag with her two hands, trying not to start acting giddy at the physical contact. 

''The menu is on the wall,'' he signalled to the board in front of them with all of their drinks and prices written in chalk, ''let me know when you've chosen something, I'll pay for it.'' The German concluded. 

''You're paying? Shouldn't it be the other way?'' Y/N chuckled, wanting to buy him a drink since he was the one who invited her- out of politeness. 

Sebastian brushed it off with a wave of his hand. ''No, I'm feeling generous tonight.'' He said, a wink following his words. 

She raised her eyebrow at that, sensing an innuendo behind the sentence. ''Well- I'll just have a mojito mocktail, can't go wrong with that.'' She chose her drink, looking from the menu back to Sebastian. 

He nodded at her choice, and waved the bartender over. ''A mojito mocktail and a beer, please.'' The older woman behind the bar praised their options and got to work on their drinks. The pair sat down on the stools at the counter as they waited on her. 

''So how does it feel to be a Grand Prix winner now?'' Y/N turned to him. 

Sebastian laughed at the question. ''I feel really great. If someone had told me going into this week that I would cross the line first, I wouldn't have believed them.'' He answered, still in a state of shock about his performance today. 

''I know I haven't been watching the sport for that long, but you did really great today.'' The tennis player complimented him, sincerity flowing from her lips. 

''Thank you,'' the German smiled in appreciation, ''how long have you been into the sport?'' 

''After I was done with my surgery, I had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks and my doctor was actually a huge F1 fan,'' she explained, ''and I was really bored, cause I laid in my hospital bed all day and couldn't do anything, and he came into my room and I told him how bored I was, and he told me the qualifying of the Canadian Grand Prix was on tv. I didn't have much better things to do so I put it on and I liked it. I watched the race the next day and have been following the season since then.'' She recapped how her interest in F1 came to be. 

''I think your doctor just wanted to use your tv to watch the race.'' Sebastian laughed, finding humour in the origin of her curiosity in the sport. 

Y/N laughed along, admiring the way his eyes smiled. ''Yeah, maybe- oh, thank you'' the bartender set their drinks down in front of them, giving them a polite grin, ''uh, yeah, he suddenly did a few more check-up visits than were necessary.'' She chuckled, finishing her sentence. 

''I think Robert won that race…'' Sebastian thought out loud, trying to recall the results of the Grand Prix in Montréal. 

''Uh… Kubica, yes- I'm still trying to learn the names.'' Y/N said, feeling slight embarrassment of not being able to recognise Robert's right away. 

The German gave her a comforting smile. ''That's okay, there are 20 of us, it's hard.'' He assured her. 

Y/N thanked him and took a sip of her drink, needing some refreshment. 

''You already know my name and that's the most important one, if you ask me.'' Sebastian added, the smirk making a re-appearance. 

''Sure,'' she responded with a small laugh, ''but, uh, is this your first season in F1?'' 

Sebastian hesitantly answered. ''Uhm, it's my first full season in F1. Last year, I was a reserve driver first, but then I replaced someone else mid-season.'' He explained to her. 

''Oh, okay cool. How long have you been racing?'' She continued, curious about his history with the sport. 

''I started karting when I was 3 year-old.'' 

''Wow, that's young,'' her eyes widened at his answer, ''how did you get into it? You have a family that races?'' 

''I think it was my dad- I'm not too sure, I just loved it. At first, I wanted to be a singer like Michael Jackson, but I quickly found out I didn't have the voice for it.'' He took a big gulp from his beer, the coldness visibly relaxing him. 

Y/N chuckled, not expecting Sebastian to have wanted a singing career. ''That's surprising, wouldn't have gathered you for a singer.'' 

''Wait until you hear me in karaoke, you'll change your mind,'' he grinned, ''but, what about you? How long have you been playing tennis?'' He turned the curious interrogation on her. 

''Since I was 4,'' her response was equally surprising to him as well, ''my dad was a big tennis fan and we would watch matches together on the tv. I would like- copy the way the women were playing and would pretend the remote was my racquet.'' She tittered, the image of her younger self appearing in her mind. 

''That's cute,'' Sebastian felt honoured to get such a personal answer from her, the female athlete often coming across as closed-off, ''so your dad got you into it?'' 

''Yeah, and not too far from where we lived was a tennis club so he signed me up for lessons.'' She replied. 

''And the rest was history, as they say.'' He smirked, making a weird gesture with his hands. 

''Yes,'' she beamed, a certain pride filling her as the talked about her career, ''but it's a little complicated now.'' An injury in your back is a huge setback for an athlete, especially a tennis player. 

''I'm confident you will recover- everyone sees how much you love the sport and how much the sport loves you back.'' 

Sebastian's words meant more to her than she could express in that moment so she hoped the appreciative look on her face told him enough. 

Luckily for her, he did understand. The comfortable silence that followed was one of two people connecting in a room full of people, but their eyes and minds were only on each other. It was something new for both of them; it was intriguing. 

''Your partner must be proud of you, you've achieved so much already.'' Sebastian did a horrible attempt at trying to find out if the woman in front of him was in a relationship or not. 

Y/N snickered at his words, immediately figuring out what he's trying to do. ''I don't have a boyfriend, actually- I don't know where you got that from.'' She teasingly smirked, his red ears and cheeks working wonders on her confidence. 

''I think I read something about, a Spanish footballer or something.'' It had been a rumour a few months ago, splashed on the cover of a gossip magazine he had passed in the supermarket. 

''Oh, that,'' it hadn't been the first time she was linked to an athlete she had coincidentally been in the same room with, ''no, that's not happening.'' 

''Good.'' A flash of relief went through his body as she denied the relationship, a deep breath leaving his body. 

His physical response didn't go unnoticed and a coy smile played on her lips. ''What about you?'' 

Sebastian should have seen the question coming, yet he was surprised as she asked him about his love life. ''Oh, uh, actually-'' 

''Excuse me… are you Y/N Y/L?'' One of the waitresses interrupted Sebastian, glancing at the young woman with nervous eyes. 

Y/N's gaze went from the driver to the, what she presumed, 18 year-old girl who held a notepad and pen in her hands. ''Yes, that's me.'' She confirmed her identity with a polite smile. 

''I'm sorry to bother you, but could I get an autograph? I also play tennis and you're one of my favourite players.'' She asked in a very small voice, scared the athlete would reject her. 

''Of course, what's your name?'' Y/N took the notepad and pen from the waitress' hands. 

''Chiara.'' 

''To Chiara, thank you for the support! Keep playing!'' She wrote in small letters on the piece of paper, adding her signature at the bottom. She gave it back to Chiara who was grinning from ear to ear as she read over what she wrote to her. 

The waitress let out a squeal, surprising both Y/N and Sebastian. ''Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I hope to see you next year when you're playing in Rome!'' 

''I hope to see you too! Have a nice night, sweetie.'' She bid the fan goodbye, a bright smile on her face. 

''You too, thank you again.'' Chiara quickly turned around, running over to one of her co-workers and showing the autograph off. 

Y/N moved her focus back to Sebastian, who waited patiently for her attention. ''Sorry, what were we talking about again?'' She couldn't remember what they were discussing before they got interrupted. 

Sebastian knew he should have spoken the truth and answered her question on if he was taken or not. He knew that. ''We were talking about your recovery.'' 

Yet, he didn't. 

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paint the town red - bonus part

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EPISODE 10 - AN UNEXPECTED PURCHASE

charles stands with max, before their final press conference of the season, when lance approaches them. he greets both of them before turning to charles, "what happened? twitter is losing it's mind."

charles laughs, max also looks visibly confused, "oh mate, the craziest thing happened."

"STARK!" lando is heard shouting before he appears in the camera's view. he crashes into charles, gripping his shoulders, "TONY FUCKING STARK JUST BOUGHT THE TEAM?"

"what?" max questioned, "who bought what team? and what are you doing here, you're supposed to be in the media pen?"

"TONY STARK JUST BOUGHT FERRARI MAX!"

"oh," lance said, "that's why twitter is losing it."

"losing it?" lando questioned, "twitter is in shambles lance. it's not everyday a fucking avenger buys an f1 team."

"correct me if i'm wrong," daniel says, approaching the group, "but didn't tony stark get attacked at the monaco grand prix ages ago?

"you should ask fernando about that," charles told lance. the canadian looked confused before realization hit him, "right, fernando's been driving as long as oscar's been alive."

"we are completely and utterly fucked if tony stark just bought ferrari. you think the red bull dominance was bad, ferrari is about to completely annihilate us," lando complained.

daniel laughed, "well, i'm sure you guys will enjoy fighting for that p3. my tractor and i will enjoy fighting for points."

will buxton sits in front of the camera, "there's not many times when the world of formula one falls silent. in 1994, it fell silent to mourn the death of ayrton senna, then again in 2014 to mourn jules bianchi. zhou's nearly fatal crash and romain's near death experience rendered it silent for a moment before it all went back to normal. but this, this is one of those moments where it all falls silent before exploding. no one saw this coming, that's how unexpected this was. we never thought we'd hear the news that a billionaire had purchased the oldest standing team in formula one. let alone an avenger."

we now see christian horner in front of the camera, “i think i’m more so upset about the fact that ferrari will now be able to steal the championship from us. if there’s one thing i know about tony stark is that he is one competitive son of a bitch. there will be no more half-assed pit stops and strategies from ferrari, that you can count on. and with his daughter as one of the race engineers and a lead engineer, that car is going to be a rocket ship. it just means the rest of us will have up our game.”

toto wolff sits in front of the camera, replacing christian horner, “this is not the first time someone has purchased a formula one team. i do not know why they are acting like this is a first. yes, ferrari will be difficult to beat next year. they will know what they are doing, but we will not give up without a fight. next year will be an interesting year for us all.”

in front of the camera now sits tony stark, his signature blue tinted glasses sit on his face. he smiles at someone off camera, before turning to the producer, "need me to take off the glasses?"

"if you would," the producer answered, "name and title please."

tony looks at the camera, "my name is tony stark and i am the new owner of scuderia ferrari's formula one team. oh! and i am iron man!"

"mr. stark, what led you to purchase the team?"

tony clears his throat, "my mother was italian and a big tifosi, she bled rosso corsa proudly. she never got the opportunity to see michael schumacher lead the team to the greatness he did. i kept up with the team in her memory, and in recent years the team hadn't been performing as well as a fan would've liked. i knew the current drivers, charles and carlos, were championship material. that much was obvious to me when sainz became the only non red bull driver to win a race in the 2023 season. for leclerc, well, there's a reason they call him il predestinato right? he won monza his maiden year with ferrari, that alone put him into the tifosi's good books. speaking of, i knew they were furious and after austin, i knew something had to be done. and if nobody else was going to do it, i was, so i bought the team."

"how confident are you that you can restore ferrari's old glory?"

"i trust my drivers and i trust my team, i think that says enough."

in front of the camera now sits an old face. sebastian vettel smiles brightly at the producer. the last time they had seen him he was in a green shirt and he looked tired, but the time away did him some good. he's happier now and back in ferrari red, back where he had started when the show first began.

"did you ever think you'd be back here?" the producer asked him. sebastian smiled, "honestly, no. i had left this all behind and i told myself i was never going to return to this sport. but when an opportunity like this comes around, you don't say no."

"are you happy with this new position or would prefer to be back in the car?"

"i'm happy with my job now."

“do you think you can help restore ferrari to its old glory?”

“yes,” sebastian quickly answers, “in the past ferrari had been stuck dwelling too much on its history. being stuck in the past for so long leads to no results. it leads to people demanding your first driver leave the team after constantly getting screwed over. we want the championship back in maranello and we will take it back. next year ferrari will put up one hell of a fight.”

“you’ve got a great team mr. vettel.”

“i know, i don’t plan on wasting it.”

charles smiles brightly at the camera, “hello.”

“hi charles,” the producer replies, “do you mind telling us what your first thought were when you heard the team had been bought? how did you find out?”

“i found out on twitter along with everyone else,” charles replied, “my first reaction was to text carlos to see if he knew, he was just as shocked as i was. no one had informed us the team had been bought much less who it had been bought by.”

“and how did you find out the team had been bought by tony stark?”

“when there was an emergency meeting called at maranello right before abu ahabi. carlos and i walked in to the factory and it felt like a different environment, people were excited and whispering to each other. you can imagine our surprise when we walked in to that meeting to see seb sitting with tony stark of all people.”

“i imagine it was a big shock?”

“yes,” charles answered, “mr. stark explained to us what he had done and told us that we should be expecting a whole new team when we arrived back from the final race of the season. it is exciting to know that things are changing.”

"is change a good thing?"

"in this case, it is. things needed to change if ferrari wants to be a championship contender once again. and this will be good for my friendship with carlos."

"are things strained between you two?"

"the truth? yes," charles replied, "it is difficult to go online and see people saying that you don't deserve your seat or that your teammate is better simply because he won a race when you haven't been able to do that this season. it places a sort of- tension? is that the word?" he looks at someone off camera, the person must nod because he turns to face the camera again, "carlos and i are good drivers, there is a reason we are formula one drivers. but the team, it has- it pit us against each other, that was what strained our friendship."

"what are your wishes for this upcoming season?"

"to win the championship." charles laughs.

carlos looks at someone off camera, nodding at whatever they're saying, before turning to look at the producer, "hello," carlos greeted.

"hello carlos," the producer greeted, "can you tell us what your initial reaction was to learning the team had been bought?"

"i was shocked, i did not think it was possible for someone to buy the team, it's ferrari. but i also felt a bit relieved? i hope maybe things will change and we can have a decent shot at the championship."

"relieved? i don't think i've heard that one yet."

carlos chuckled, "my friendship with charles was strained after this season. i hope that with mr. stark as an owner we are able to put aside our work and our friendship to achieve the goal we have in common. to bring the championship back to ferrari."

"is it difficult to separate work and life off the track?"

"sometimes, yes. after singapore was when our friendship truly hit rock bottom. i think it was difficult for us to accept that only one of us was the 1st driver. everyone knows that it's charles, it has been since 2021, but i think after a while it was difficult for me to accept that. he's- charles is loved by the tifosi, he's loved by everyone because he's charles leclerc. sometimes it is difficult to be his teammate knowing people will always see me as second best."

"i see."

"i love the kid, trust me, i do. i value his friendship very much, but sometimes it is difficult. with stark as the owner, and sebastian as the new team principal, i am hoping things will change. even if charles is still first driver, i hope i am not treated as second best by my own team. sometimes change is good, this time i think it is."

"what are your wishes for this upcoming season?"

"to win the championship." carlos answers.

will buxton is in front of the camera once again, "it will certainly be entertaining to see what ferrari manage to do next season. the lingering question that remains is, will the starks live up to the hype surrounding this purchase? i guess we'll just have to wait and see."

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¡leclerc-s speaks! once again, merry christmas to those of you celebrate and a very wonderfully normal day to those of you who don't. either way, my gift to you is this bonus episode for paint the town red, i hope you enjoyed it. it is a pain figuring out how to write netflix style, it's over 1.7k words, although it may not look like it.

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F1 FEMALE DRIVER HEADCANONS PT2

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➭ You were signed with PREMA team in f3 and f2 and were previously on the mercedes young drivers training scheme and so that helped guide you into an f1 seat.

➭ I reckon you started off in a pretty lowkey team, something like Haas or Toro Rosso. You would quickly move up the ranks and managed to sign a deal with Mercedes in 2021 to work alongside Lewis. You find Mercedes a comfortable and reliable team, even with a few rocky seasons, but you are prepared to risk it all.

➭ In regards to first impressions, I’d say you left quite a strong and unique impression on every driver in different ways.

➭ Lando’s first impression of you was way back from when they were still karting. He had initially found you quite aggressive as he first met you on the track, but once he was able to have a conversation with you, he found you to be a sweet girl who was willing to risk it all for her dreams.

➭ Seb’s first impression of you was of great pride. He had already heard about the young girl who was swiftly climbing up the hierarchy of motorsport and so he was almost honoured to finally meet you. He found you to be a strong and empowering woman, fighting to keep herself in a world full of powerful men and so he found you quite inspiring.

➭ You are Carlos immediately clicked. Maybe it was the way in which he introduced himself by kicking open your driver room door before the first race, or how you just immediately found every little thing you both did hilarious. You’ve valued him as an older brother since the day you first met.

➭ Your first ever interaction with George was one in which you crashed straight into him in a karting race. To say that left a bad impression would be an understatement. From that day on he would despise you and you, of course, would reciprocate the hatred due to your endless amounts of pride. Over time, and the constant races where you raced each other, you eventually grew fond of each other. Maybe it was the endless amounts of forced proximity, everyone knowing of your rivalry and so constantly partnering you together just to witness the arguments. But somehow, you both managed to overcome the grudge.

➭ Logan’s first impression of you wasn’t too great. You had heard about his pride in being American before the season and so you thought it would be a great idea to play the pledge of allegiance when he walked into the room. Well, to cut the story short he was not very impressed. It took you awhile to redeem yourself but you eventually managed to win him over after buying him a large amount of his favourite snack.

➭ Lewis initially found you to be a very funny girl. He hadn’t realised how nervous you were to meet him and so led you to crack every joke possible to try and make a great first impression, which obviously worked. He basically took you in as one of his own, taking you out to dinner after a good race, or buying you chocolate whilst you’re on your period. But overall, you would say you made quite a good impression.

➭ Alex’s first impression of you was amazing. He had met you at a go karting race and, for some reason, he found you absolutely hilarious. Maybe it was the way you practically tripped over and fell straight into him, causing you to both hit the floor. But anyways, you two hit it off great and have just been each other’s idiots since day 1.

➭ You and Oscar had both heard of each other before actually meeting as you were both signed to PREMA, a team that’s below f1. So you had already gained some sort of respect for each other, only to be lost in the video challenge you had been partnered up to do. A dance challenge. To say it was a disaster wouldn’t honour it’s stupidity enough. It was horrendous, an absolute piss take you’d say. But everyone else enjoyed your two’s suffering, especially the director. So much so that she extended the filming as throughout the entire video you can hear staff members crying with laughter in the background. Needless to say, you and Oscar bonded quite well from that traumatic experience and so grew quite close.

➭ You and Daniel hit it off instantly. He was and still is a warm and welcoming soul and so that’s how you believe you loved him from day 1. You met at your first interview of the season and he, obviously noticing how nervous you are, made sure to give you a warm hug in hopes of calming you. That didn’t really help but still, it was the principle that warmed your heart.

➭ Pierre’s first impression of you was quite strange. He didn’t quite know what to make of you. A strange young girl, who managed to climb up the ranks who acted so strangely. Although, I don’t think it helped that the first time you ever met was when you were in the middle of dressing up as a clown for a video. He was quite bewildered and so tried his best to avoid you but ultimately it was inevitable. You eventually caught onto him and forced him to have a conversation with you and from that moment on he loved you.

➭ You are extremely well known for your embarrassing moments, having the majority of them, somehow, caught on camera. Your fellow drivers continuously hound you for the amount of times you’ve done stuff and you just have to stand there and take it with a brave face. You’d say your most embarrassing moment EVER with a diver would be when you and Lando had to dress up as your favourite animal, you as a giraffe and Lando as an elephant, and then perform a dance, whilst also singing, in front of a camera. And, amazingly luckily for you, the team principals just happened to walk past and witnessed this all. You both never managed to live this down as Toto managed to take a video of you two and posted it to millions of fans. To say you were embarrassed wouldn’t be enough, you were horrified.

➭ Your favourite moment of your entire career is when the 2022 drivers all went out for dinner, which Lewis paid for. You all grew closer within those few hours as you learnt more about each other and the hardships in which you went through. The food was great as well and so you always love reminiscing about that moment

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The Next Step

Iris and Harry are celebrating their anniversary in Italy, where Harry decides that he wants to take the next step in their relationship.

SMUT, FLUFF; Kinks include: creampie, kind of a breeding kink?, degradation if you squint

Iris and Harry strolled down the streets of Venice, passing by different marketplaces and food stalls. They smelled, saw, and heard everything that made them awe. It was Iris’s first time here, and since it was their first anniversary, Harry wanted to take her somewhere she’s wanted to go to for a while. He’s been in Italy many times before for business reasons and for touring, but never with his wife, and now he wanted to show her around his favorite spots. 

One of the spots included this nice countryside-themed restaurant. He knew the family that owned the place, and when he texted them he’d be coming back, they made sure to prep the place for their guest of honor. And now that he was married, they wanted to make it extra special and romantic for the two of them.

Harry had always promised her he would take the two of them on a trip to Italy, but never had the time to. Between promoting a new movie he helped direct, finishing up his tour, and Iris’s job as a stylist for other celebrities, these two never had the time to just travel after marriage. Even their honeymoon was cut short because Iris had to take care of business back at home.

Harry arranged some time for him and Iris to spend together, canceling as many meetings as he could, pushing the dates up to have the quicker, or just postponing them until further notice. He made sure both of their schedules were clear before purchasing their flights. He remembers the day he surprised Iris with their tickets, and how she jumped into his arms, making them both collapse onto the bed, and how they made sweet love to each other out of utter excitement and joy.

***

The couple reached the restaurant, and Harry was immediately greeted with a “Buonasera!” from the owners who were waiting for him by the entrance with a couple of waiters and chefs. He lifted his arms and spread them apart to pull everyone in a group embrace. As it was her first time here, Iris watched by the entrance as not to overstep any boundaries, but one of the waitresses pulled her into the group hug. It was almost like an initiation into Harry’s second family.

After the greetings and quick catch-up conversations, Harry and Iris were brought to a table by a young waiter. Harry took this opportunity to order the drinks in fluent Italian, as if all of his education in the language led up to this very moment.

Harry spoke with some confidence, “Buona sera signore! Che io e mia moglie beviamo un vino rosso dolce, per favore. (Good evening, sir. May my wife and I have a sweet red wine, please?)”. The waiter nodded his head to signal that he understood Harry’s order, then rushed to the bar to fetch the drinks.

Iris took a sip of the water that was already at the table, and placed it back saying, “You’re flexing your Italian on me, acting like I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Harry smirked. “Well then tell me what I just said.” He noticed Iris roll her eyes and scoff. “Exactly! I don’t know why you insist that you’re better than me at speaking Italian,” he playfully teased her, the smirk never leaving his lips as he took a sip of his own glass.

His wife playfully raised her glass as if she was about to throw her drink on him, causing him to flinch in the same playful tone. The pair laughed and continued on with their banter for some more minutes until the waiter came back to the table with their drinks. Harry thanked him and decided to order for himself in Italian once again, leaving Iris smirking and blushing from across the table. She couldn’t lie; the man sounded so sexy. Not only was the language itself sexy, but his confidence and the way he wanted to show it off in front of her really mesmerized her. And it might have mesmerized her in between her legs. But she kept her composure and was ready to order her meal after him. 

***

The evening went on, and Harry and Iris finished their meals. Iris packed up their leftovers into containers while Harry gave his compliments to the waiters and the owners of the restaurant. Iris watched them all from afar, and was just marveled to watch her husband speak fluent Italian. He stood leaning against one of the walls, his arms gesturing with every word he spoke, until he made a glance to her direction and moved one of his arms in a “come over here” motion. She walked over to Harry and two people, one woman and one man who she assumed were the owners.

“Ah, this is the moglie (wife)! Hello, dear, how are you!,” the wife of the owner asked, a huge smile adorning her face as she looked up and down at Iris.

Harry smiled as he introduced Iris to the couple. “Yes, she’s my beautiful wife Iris. I was just telling them about our wedding and marriage life, honey,” he said, and Iris blushed as he mentioned their wedding.

Mr. Rossi laughed, “Next time you’re here I hope there will be a little one running around our restaurant!”

Iris and Harry gave each other side eyes and nervously laughed alongside Mrs. Rossi. But Harry’s laugh sounded a tad bit more serious than Iris’s, and he was quick to respond, “Yeah, I hope so! I’ll make sure they try the ravioli!”, leaving Iris with a confused smile.

After a while of conversation, the couple said their goodbyes and went on their way. Luckily, the resort they were staying at was a couple of blocks down, so the walk was quite easy. Harry and Iris didn’t see any paparazzi or fans on their way there- Harry was very picky when it came to where they would be. He wanted this trip to be as quiet and intimate as possible with no distractions and no disturbances. 

Finally, they made it to their hotel at the private resort that was reserved for the two of them. They were staying in a beautiful home right by the sea- something Iris always made sure to tell Harry about- and it was just what they needed. It was quaint with a little porch that they could sit on to watch the sunset under the horizon of the sea, and the inside was filled with little trinkets and architecture that could tell stories about Italy’s culture. It was just simply beautiful.

The two kissed as they closed the door and took their shoes off before they made their way into their bedroom. Harry was about to strip down by the bed before Iris stopped him. “I need you to do that in the bathroom, dear.”

Harry lifted an eyebrow up as he questioned her. “What for? You have a surprise for me or something?”

His wife giggled. “Somethin’ like that. Now go to the bathroom and do your little night routine. And do not come out until I tell you to.” She emphasized the “not” with a raise in her voice’s volume and a stern tone. Harry loved hearing her get a little bossy, so he didn’t mind.

“Alright, honey,” He kissed her and strolled to the bathroom before stopping at the entrance, “Love you.” Iris smiled, knowing that this was a habit of his. Harry would never leave a room without telling her he loved her with a kiss to seal the deal.

But, Iris had a plan, and as soon as Harry shut the door and she heard it lock from the other side, she started to strip down. She had worn a nicely tight-fitted black lingerie underneath her sundress (which was a hassle to cover up, but she was proud it was able to be done). Her breasts were adorned with a lace strapless bra, her dark nipples peeking out from the lace if one were to take a long gaze at them. She wore underwear that matched her bra, and a suspender belt that she knew she would connect to a pair of thigh-high socks that she had packed. She quickly clicked them on and fixed the fabric on her body as she looked in the mirror. She twisted and turned her body, admiring her features and made sure her hair was perfect as she tied it into a ponytail. She knew that would come in handy later.

Some minutes had passed, and Harry knocked onto the door and spoke. “Iris, can I come in yet? Don’t wanna rush you, angel.”

A giggle emitted from her mouth before she answered, “Yes, Harry, come inside.” And when Harry walked out, his jaw seemed to smack the ground.

Iris stared at her husband from the bed, a smirk painted on her lips. “Well, what’re you waiting for?” She opened her legs to expose her panties, which were anointed with a small damp spot that Harry noticed from across the room. “Come fuck me.”

Harry could’ve fallen to his knees right then. So he did. 

The man got on his hands and knees and crawled over to the bed like a damn animal. It was like he was hypnotized by her and was a victim to the magic she had done to him. He wanted to prove how entranced he was by her. 

As he made it over to the bed, he got on his feet for a second to hop onto the bed. But he went right back to his hands and knees as he crawled on top of his wife. His face looked down upon hers, and he noticed her giggling underneath him. “You’re crazy!” She said, giving him a small and gentle slap against his cheek.

“That’s why you’re with me,” Harry challenged her, and all Iris could do was laugh even harder. Harry leaned his head down onto hers, licking into her mouth so his lips could melt into hers. Their tongues entangled into each other’s mouth, the kiss being desperate and delicious. They could taste each other as well as the wine they had earlier, but they wanted to taste even more.

Harry scooted himself down the bed, bringing his face to her lower stomach. His lips pressed onto her belly-button, and repeated its motions down to her panties. Harry could take in her scent that seeped through the fabric, which enticed him even more. His mouth drooled a bit as he placed a wet kiss onto her fabric-covered vulva, making Iris whimper from this feeling.

Harry didn’t say a word as he began to unclasp the suspender belts from her socks which made it easier for him to pull down her panties. Once they were off, he wasted no time to press another kiss onto her vulva’s already moist skin, looking up at her as he did so. Iris gasped at the direct touch and she awaited for Harry’s next move with her eyes pierced into his. She let out her first moan of the night as he spread her labia with two of his fingers and sunk his tongue into her dripping entrance.

Harry sunk his tongue deep inside of her, deep as he could, and used the thumb of his right hand to rub onto her hardened clit. Although slippery to the touch due to her arousal coating it, Harry rubbed Iris’s clit at a pace that made her throw her head back and let out moans and whimpers that he wanted to hear from her. Remembering the position of her G-spot since the first time they had sex almost two years ago, his tongue managed to find it and he began to swirl around it, Iris’s moans increasing in volume with every circular motion. Harry kept his eyes on his wife, loving her reactions to his touch. His length got harder within his underwear with every moan she let out.

“Harry, fuck,” Iris was able to let out, “You’re too good at this.” Her words came out in little breaths and she whimpered at the end of her statement. Her back arched as she felt Harry quickly move his lips to suck on her clitoris, his fingers finally taking its place inside of her cunt and beginning their “come hither” motions against her G=spot.

Harry was always confident about his ability to provide top-tier oral sex with anyone he chose to lay with, but he absolutely decided to give it his all with Iris as soon as he slept with her for the first time. She was too perfect, worth more than anything, so he made sure to give her pleasure worth more than anything. Every moment they’ve had sex, he’d always try to up his game, repeating things that she knew she liked, and trying out new things he knew would work with her. And this night was definitely one he wanted to upgrade in a very significant way.

The man continued his sucks and licks onto every part of her vulva around her hole while his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her. The room started to fill with noises that were familiar to the two of them- the noise that signaled she was about to squirt. It was one of the most beautiful noises in the world, and one of the best things Iris could feel.

“Go on, love,” Harry mumbled through his sucking on her clit, “Let it all out for me.” He hummed onto her clit which he knew would induce the process even faster, and it succeeded as he felt the first few pumps escape her urethra. Harry continued with the thrusts of his fingers which encouraged Iris to squirt even harder, more of her fluid pumping as he did so. 

Iris let out a long and loud moan as she tried to look down at her vulva to see what was happening. And it was a beautiful sight to see. Her husband leaned his mouth against her upper hole, trying to catch the fluid into his mouth with every gush, but some of it escaped onto his hair, his cheeks, his upper body, the bed, everywhere. Squirting was never a clean type of orgasm.

When Iris let out the last bit of her orgasm, she laid on the bed, huffing and puffing out large breaths to calm herself down. The lower half of her body was numb enough to have Harry rise from his position and shift her closer to the headboard, and he laid her head carefully onto the pillows.

A single and breathy “please” escaped Iris’s lips as she brought her hand down to her core, rubbing all around as if to soothe herself as her husband got into position.

Harry smirked as he shuffled on the bed, getting into a kneeled position between her legs. He held onto his cock and gave it a couple of strokes with his hand. “Please… who?” He wanted to tease her a bit, as he usually did. He always thought a bit of laughter would cut some serious tension in the aroused air.

“Please, Daddy,” she guessed with an impatient moan, knowing he was toying with her. 

“Hmm…” he started tapping his tip and upper shaft onto her pussy as he lifted his hand to his chin, putting it in a position where he looked like he was in thought. “Do I feel like Daddy today? Or Sir?” He gave her pussy one especially hard slap with his cock. “Maybe a sir? No, maybe mister?”

Iris grew more impatient and let out a whine. “Harry, please, just fuck me!”

Harry quickly leaned down for a brief kiss on the forehead, letting her know that he acknowledged her desperation. “I know, angel. Just messin’ with you.” He finally brought himself to her entrance and watched as he dug himself inside of her slowly.

Her pussy immediately latched to him “like a fuckin’ vice” as Harry stated through a grunt, and Iris could feel the width of his cock stretch her out. He always felt big to her, even after having sex for all of the years they’ve been together. 

Harry’s thrusts went deeper and only a smidge faster as her started to fuck into her. He loved having a slow enough pace and fucking into her deep enough in missionary, wanting to see every reaction his wife had to every inch of him. He noticed her wet her lips before she opened her mouth to let out low moans, the ones that came from the same gut Harry was stroking into.

“Harryyyy,” his name leaving her lips without even realizing.

Harry started to rub her clit with a fast pace but kept his hips slow. “I’m right here, Iris.” He knew she often get into a trance during sex, so he would always give her little reminders of his presence, hoping they would keep her grounded. “Right here, pretty girl. You feel me?”

Iris could only let out something of a nod as Harry continued pleasing her. She could feel him all around her, but especially in her lower abdomen, where she felt another orgasm arising. “Cum- ah- honeyyy,” was all she could let out.

Her husband placed his hand onto her lower stomach right above her pubis and pressed down, knowing this would help her release. “I know, lovely. Give me another one. C’mon,” he encouraged her, and she almost immediately started to gush her arousal, which Harry could feel around his cock. “Fuckin’ hell,” he commented as he watched it all happen in front of him.

Iris’s cunt continued to pulsate around her husband as she came, but Harry quickly pulled out of her to avoid cumming yet. He wanted to save it for later, save it for something truly worth it in the end. Iris let out a whimper before Harry shuffled behind her, managing to lift Iris’s body off of the sheets and lean her against his chest. The bed was facing the mirror Iris was looking at previously, and she quickly realized that her husband wanted to fuck her while looking at it. They never really did this position often, but whenever they did, they would always savor the pure intimacy of it.

Harry, looking into the mirror at himself and his beautifully fucked-out wife, quickly grabbed his dick before blindly placing it back inside of Iris, and they both let out a moan. He could feel her clench around him as he started back up his thrusts, only this time they were harsher and faster.

He grabbed Iris by the jaw and shifted her head to face the mirror, and her eyes opened up to look at herself and her husband. He then brought his hand down to the front of her throat, giving it a nice squeeze, and had it linger there. “You see how pretty you look wrapped around me, honey?”

Iris kept moaning, but she had to close her eyes as tears started to fall. The feeling was all-consuming, and it drew everything out of her. Harry was mesmerized by his wife’s intoxicated state, and kissed her neck in a way that left a mark. “My gorgeous girl acting like a complete cockdrunken slut. Never expected you to be so submissive and willing the first time we met, love.”

Iris moaned, as it was the only thing she could do. Harry slapped her ass and continued his thrusts in a staccato pace, his balls constantly hitting her pussy and his pelvis ramming into her ass, only making the experience more intense. “My naughty girl, I love you so much,” he mumbled into her ear along with other statements both degrading and praising her current state.

Harry was quickly brought back to a thought that had been lingering in the back of his head. Something that he thought would make this night of sexual adventures to a level it had never gone before. Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered something Iris never expected, “You want a baby in you, darling?”

Iris didn’t quite catch on at first to Harry’s question. Her mind was always in a face whenever she and Harry were intimate. So she let out an absent-minded, “Yes! Oh God, Harry, please!.” 

Harry noticed her response as it was quick and seemed to come without any thought. “Are you sure about that?” He lifted an eyebrow at her that she could see through the mirror, and Iris finally caught onto what her husband was asking..

“Oh fuck!” She exclaimed, “Harry…” She drew out a moan of his name as she tried to use as much brain-power as she could to come up with an answer.

Harry rubbed onto her clit at a pace slow enough to have her come back to reality. He needed a genuine answer from her. “Angel, do you want a baby with me? Y’want me to make you a mummy?” He murmured into her ear as coherently as he possibly could, hoping this wife could give her a response just as coherent.

Then Harry heard something he had been dreaming for all his life. “Yes, Harry! Wanna make you a daddy, please, honey! Shit…”

This encouraged Harry to pick up his thrusts and dig deeper into her pussy. He wanted to raise a child with her so badly. Seeing the owners at the restaurant- how much older they had gotten since the last time he had seen them, but still so in love- he wanted that with Iris. And he knew having a child would be another step closer to that.

“Baby, I’m going to cum, please just- please,” All Iris could do was mumble and plead for a release in her husband’s arms as he fucked into her with quick and deep strokes. He constantly hit a spot in her that caused tears to fall from her eyes.

“I know, I know, honey,” He reassured his wife, not stopping his strokes. He made sure to keep at the same pace and stay at the same angle to continue poking that one spot deep inside of her. Of course he wanted his wife’s orgasm to be intense and thrilling like a whiplash, but he also wanted to make her feel good while conceiving their first child.

Harry was desperate now. He was pleading for his own release as he sped up his pace. “Make me cum, honey. Make me fill you up with my love, please, please!” He tried to keep his eyes on hers through the mirror, but failed to leave them open as the pleasure consumed him even more. His stomach started to heat up and balls began to tighten as he neared his orgasm.

Iris tilted her head to the side and kissed the space between his neck and collarbone, leaving little licks and bites there as Harry continued to thrust. She knew that little gesture could make him cum as fast as possible. And that, it did.

Harry tensed his hold on his wife, his arms grasping onto her tightly, and planted his feet onto the ground with more force as he felt his knees begin to buckle. His length spurted out his orgasm into Iris’s center, which she could feel as he involuntarily bucked himself as deep as he could. His tense balls spasmed against her perineum, proving his orgasm to be successful. The amount of cum that spilled inside of her was so much that it began to drip itself out of her hole and down Harry’s length to his balls, where gravity caused the liquid to fall onto the bedroom floor.

Harry picked up Iris from their position while still inside her, and placed her onto the bed gently. He looked at the physical connection between himself and her warm cunt, and couldn’t help but get emotional. That physical connection he saw- the conjoining of his cock with her vagina, the creamy mixture of his and her orgasms that stained the two of them- was proof of the emotional connection that they shared. It was evident that they were ready for this next step in life; they were ready to start a family. Harry’s tears fell down his face as he bent down and kissed his wife, his lips slightly picking up the tears that she had also shed during their session. He loved this woman with all of his being.

As much as Harry (or Iris) didn’t want to, he pulled out of her cunt, but made sure to keep his index finger by her hole so as to not make her leak any of his cum. She chuckled at this, knowing that that’s not how conception really works, but made him continue anyway. He shoved his finger as deep as he could just to push some of the cum back inside, and was just in awe at how much he really ejaculated into her. As he noticed a good amount of cum deep inside of her, he removed his finger and sucked on it, loving the taste of them together.

“Hope this works,” Harry admitted as he closed her legs. “I really wanna see you plump with a baby in here,” he said and started rubbing her lower belly with his other hand, hinting at a pregnancy. 

Iris laughed and dropped her hand on top of his, squeezing it. “Yeah, I hope so, too. But it shocked me, y’know?”

Harry narrowed his eyes, intrigued by what she had to say. “What shocked you, dear?”

Iris propped herself by her elbows a bit to look at him. “I didn’t really think you were serious about a baby. But, seeing you cry kinda confirmed that to me. You’re usually not the one who cries when we fuck.” She finished her statement with a chuckle.

The man smiled at his wife’s words and looked down, a bit of embarrassment showing through the reddening of his cheeks. “Yeah, well, I realized what we had together. Who we were. Who we are. Who we’ll become. And I see a baby being a part of that.”

Iris brought her hand to Harry’s chin and rubbed her thumb on him as a soothing gesture. “I love you,” she looked down at her tummy for a second, “And they’ll love you, too.”

Harry smiled. “I love you, too.” Harry looked down at where his wife was looking. “And you, little one. Daddy loves you, and will always love you. Can’t wait for you.” A beat of silence came in and then Harry spoke again. “So that we can make number 2 right after.”

Iris scoffed, “Oh, brother.”

#harry styles smut #Harry Styles #Smut #imasinnerimsorry

[j0shm0]

I took a moment tonight and watched the 2019 Chinese Grand Prix which was the third race of that year and the 1000 Grand Prix of all time. Here are some Interesting takeaway listening to the 56 laps that were led my Sir Lewis Hamilton. These are anecdotes about the race and F1 overall at the time.

- Valtteri Bottas took pole for the 7th time in his career O_O

- Valtteri was 1st in the championship at this point

- Lance out in Q1 7 races in a row (history never seems to not repeat)

- Alex Albon from the pit lane O_O

- 59th time Merc has locked out the front row in the history

- Strategy in 2019 was a planned 1 stop | Became a 2 stop for most teams to try and use mediums in the end for speed (M/H/M)

- 2 drivers spun during the formation trying to warm up their tyres with the corner elevation changes

- Torro Rosso took out both McLarens, dropping them to the back of the grid

- race went green while McLaren tried to change their parts post damage

- Lewis broke away on the start, taking 1st cleanly

- Vettel was pressuring Charles the same way Sainz does now (Charles 1st year at Ferrari)

- Lap 10 aired team orders for Charles >_< "go faster or else"

- Lap 11 aired team order for Charles to swap

- Lap 18 Nico retired due to mechanical issues

- Lap 18 Landos wing was scrapping as he came down the main straight

- Halfway Merc lockout holds with 5second gap

- Winds were are large talking point there, and its only gotten worse with the size of the cars now

- Famed Merc double pit stop on lap 36 was crazy

- Lap 43 Kyvat with Torro Rosso retired

- Lap 49 Lewis asked if Valtteri was under pressure from Seb O_O

- Also Lap 49 and Alex Albon in 10th got lapped by the top 3 in the 2nd to last corner

- Lap 45 Tom informed us Nico reported the problem that retired him

- Lap 50 and they were already talking about swapping Gasly Albon between the Red Bull teams O_O

- Hass race pace always a talking point

- Lap 53 lando retired

- Lap 54 Lewis lapped Riccardo in 7th O_O

- Lap 54 Gasly pitted for Softs for Fastest lap

- LH 74th Carrer Win

- Pit Lane to 10th place finish for Alex Albon for some points

Lap 12 Lewis led with a 3-second gap, verstapen in 5th was 11 seconds behind and Gasly in 6th 10 seconds on top of that

Lap 15 order was Merc, Ferrari, Red Bull for top6 and a mix across the rest

Lap 24 top 6 hasn't changed just reordered due to pit stops, Merc Fer Rb Fer Rb

Halfway through, Lewis is 1sec ahead of Valtteri; from there all others were less than 10 behind each other, with Ricciardo in 7th being 21 behind

Lap 30 Gasly in 6th 15sec off Verstappen, Ricciardo 5th 26 sec off Gasly O_O

Lap 41 back to Merc, Ferrari, Red Bull top 6

Lap 42 Gasly in 6th and 33sec off Verstappen, Ricciardo 7th 10sec behind Gasly

Lap 55 Gasly in 6th and 59 seconds off Charles, Ricciardo 7th 15sec behind Gasly

Final - Lewis led by 6sec / Valtteri had another 13 on Seb with everyone below Ricciardo in 7th being lapped 1 time and everyone below 16th Russell that didn't DNF being lapped 2 times

#f1 #f1 2024 #f1 analysis #f1 2019 #chinese gp 2019 #chinese gp 2024 #china gp 2024 #F1000 #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #valtteri bottas #mercedes #ferrari #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo

[getvalentined]

More Pokémon Holy/Meteor stuff. Nero's little profile isn't here because I have a whole picture of him on the same vein as Vincent's that I'd like to finish eventually. I am missing a handful of characters that would be in the "game," most notably the title's Professor (for which I am still torn between two options and may never settle) as well as Grimoire and Veld, who are both in the story but not technically integral to the main storyline(s).

There's a lot more than this bouncing around in my head but it's a lot so I'll stop with these and the notes below unless people are interested in something specific not covered here. (If so, drop me an ask and I'll happily answer! I love talking about my needlessly complicated crossover AUs, but they are so needlessly complicated that I don't generally just infodump about them.)

Other notes under the cut!

Cloud is the player character; the starting age for a Pokémon Journey in the Midgar region is 14, and he was 16 at the time of the accident, making him 21 during the main story. The storyline reflects this, as Cloud is much older than a standard protag for this series, but he's been out of the world recovering for long enough that he's still got a unique sort of naïveté. (Tifa would probably be the female protag but Cloud is the default here sorry.)

Sephiroth is the main "rival" in Pokémon Meteor, Genesis is the "rival" in Pokémon Holy, although they both appear in both titles and serve the same overall function for the narrative. They are not antagonists.

The Legendary for Meteor is "Jenosynthe," a reference to Jenova Synthesis; Holy has "Omegaia," which is a reference to Omega and to Gaia/Minerva. They have particular connections to Sephiroth and Genesis respectively, and Grimoire's contribution to the plot allows the player to obtain the other title's Legendary post-game.

The Midgar region is the only one to have "Variant" gyms, which focus on regional variants rather than a specific type. This is a new, secondary path with badges that can be mixed and matched with standard type-based gyms to reach the required number of badges to take on the League.

Other gym leaders: Kunsel (Psychic, he battles blindfolded), Reno and Rude (Electric), Yuffie (Hisuian variant), Rosso (Fighting*), Sonon (undecided on his gym but he's here), Weiss (Ground, because I love a stupid reference), and Chadley (secret unlockable Shiny variant gym, only accessible if you beat all the other gyms on both paths, bestows the Shiny charm), as well as others. *Veld's gym used to be Fighting-type but Tseng converted it when he took over following Veld's retirement, allowing Rosso to move out of her previous position with the League and set up a new one.

Other members of Team Helletic: Azul, Rayleigh, Gillian and Angeal (the "multi-generational multi-battle"), Sebastian and Essai (who are under the control of Something), and Shears, as well as others. Hollander was a member until the incident five years ago, which is implied to have led to his death.

Other important NPCs: Cid (the fast travel guy, may work with the Professor), Barret (runs the Pokémon breeding center), Cait Sith (a navi system that shows up through a specific set of sidequests and is revealed to be Reeve's at the end), Shelke (appears in the same sidequests as Cait Sith), Dio (runs a facility for fast EV training), and Johnny (nobody knows why he's here but he sure is), as well as others.

#pokemon holy/meteor #headcanon warning #pokemon crossover #final fantasy VII #FFVII #final fantasy 7 #FF7 #before crisis #crisis core #dirge of cerberus #the gang's all here!

[thekatebridgerton]

Eight deadly sins: Bridgerton partners edition

Companion piece to my 8 deadly sins Bridgerton siblings edition. So let's get started

Kate: Wrath

I think I chose her as Wrath because its the driving force behind most of her actions in TVWLM. Take playing pall mall, she doesn't want to win, she just wants Anthony to lose. Anthony pisses her off so much during their book that her almost in perpetual state of annoyance drives most of the actions she takes and also, it is often mentioned in later books, how much Anthony dreads making his wife angry. If you ask me, out of both of them it's Kate who has a tiny bit of an anger management problem. ( She's capable of ruining Maria Rosso whole career in a pique of annoyance, just sayin)

Sophie: Lust

Self explanatory. Sophie spent her entire book acutely aware that her lust for Benedict was a particularly terrible weakness of hers and as such she guarded herself against sleeping with him with all trough thick and thin. So much that when she does fall into bed with Benedict it makes her feel like she betrayed herself and makes her want to immediately run away from the situation.

Penelope: Pride

Penelope's pride was what ultimately led to her downfall. So proud of Lady Whistledown, so happy to have made a name for herself right under the ton's nose, so confident nobody would ever figure it out. Penelope likes being the smartest person in the room, she likes the invisible power her secret gives her. So much that the moment Cressida tried to take credit for LW Penelope's pride wouldn't let her get away with it! And her hurt pride also leads her to lash out at Colin when he discovers her secret. It's her life work! She's not going to let anyone minimize what she's achieved

Simon: Vanity

He does think he's hottest snack in the room and needs protection from matchmaking mamas. No Seriously all jokes aside, for someone that insecure, he does have a very high opinion of himself that borders on vanity. Simon has worked all his life to build his public image, to hide the parts of him that his father deemed undersirable and cultivate an image of aristocratic aloofness. It's Daphne seeing past all that, which makes Simon break character and start liking her

Phillip: Sloth

More like, he was content with the bare minimum, before Eloise came into his life. Most of Phillip's sins in TSPWL can be blamed on inaction, some because he didn't know what to do,(deal with the aftermath of Marina's death) others because he was too passive to actually do what needed to be done (take charge of the raising of his children) Phillip is content with inaction, with isolation and distance. That's all he's ever known. At least until Eloise lights a fire under him and pushes him to make things right

Michael: Gluttony

I guess I put Michael in this category because Gluttony is the sin of overindulgence and he's the merry rake. Michael is an overindulgent person, not just in Francesca's eyes, but also in the eyes of everyone else. Which makes it ironic that the only thing he's had restraint in, has been his desire for Francesca.

Gareth: Greed

His greed comes in good faith okay. We still love him. But truth be told he still has to replenish his family fortune by marrying an heiress and he's still looking for the family diamonds for this reason. Gareth's greed is ultimately channeled into healthy outlets but we all know that had lady Danbury left him to his own devices, he would undoubtedly have married for money

Lucy: Envy

Like Gregory, Lucy ended up getting envy by process of elimination. Which is fitting considering that while she doesn't Envy anyone's life, she does envy the fact that they have a choice in the outcome of said life. Lucy's entire life has been controlled by her uncle while Hermione and Gregory did grow up with families that let them have a choice in how they wanted their lives to be. Even Richard has more choices than she does. And Lucy envies them for this. Not to the point of wishing anyone ill, but yes to the point of trying to make sure the people she loves don't squander the chances they got, because she doesn't get to have those chances

An: honestly this post was hard because I do think all the Bridgerton partners are Angelic beings who have done nothing wrong. Still I did my best with the prompt

#bridgerton #simon basset #Kate Sharma #sophie beckett #penelope featherington #sir philip crane #7 deadly sins au

[yourbbygirlxo]

no wait hold on, I'm going to rant real quick. I don't know what the contract for Carlos is, but it is disrespectful to treat your driver like this. Mind you, the only driver who's led races and been on the podium and won for your team. No one will ever forget what Singapore 23 was.

To have absolutely no announcements regarding his 2024 contract but a post of Lewis in Ferrari overalls which clearly looks like a shitty edit is disrespectful to Carlos. He's still getting paid so good for him but at least pretend you like him this season. He is your only component driver and strategist 🤷🏻‍♀️ (those are the stats, unlike your strategies, they haven't been pulled out of my ass)

Ferrari just one moment of peace please uno momento

Also? Babes what's the plan for 2025? Because audi is not coming in until 2026? Carlos to Mercedes? Yum Black overalls. Carlos to Redbull? Yum blue overalls and toro Rosso days.

#forza ferrari *sobbing* #carlos my baby #💌bbgy.txt #carlos sainz #ferrari #lewis hamilton #formula 1 #formula one

[treethymes]

triennial ranking of hayao miyazaki movies 2023

[2017] [2020]

12. nausicaa of the valley of the wind warrior-scientist nausicaa—shepherd-princess whose staff is kindness—part the seas of violence through its inverse—and may those possessed of crushing see in the eyes of those underfoot themselves and their good and stop—but what is the inverse—and is nausicaa’s truly the face of goodness—these questions arise almost in spite of themselves—for good must question good, no matter where it is led

11. castle in the sky the world of nausicaa is leavened with a bit of fun—a swift of joy—a loose of light—the first ghibli—explodes onto the scene to vie for child hearts child eyes child minds—in sky the castle a cake crumbling between child fingers

10. kiki’s delivery service girls and mothers and women—black cats black birds black clothes—dark clouds strong winds—bright sun breaking over the town by a swirling sea

9. the boy and the heron in the echoes of many miyazakis past—miyazaki doing miyazaki shadow puppetry—working for the sake of working—playing for the sake of playing—freeform, freefall—simultaneously celebration and repudiation—a man holds hands with his mother and his grandson once again

8. howl’s moving castle a heart in the hand, a cave of the mind—a nursery rhyme for the wishful kind

7. porco rosso death on your mind but not in your hand—a fairy tale for the romantic man

6. ponyo water—water water water—answers spirited away’s “my boyfriend is the river” with “ok well my wife is the ocean”

5. lupin iii: the castle of cagliostro here is the arrival of a gentle thief who’s come to steal theft itself—in the eye of the vacuum of accumulation, this surgeon flips a switch—or does he crank a lever?—by which wealth becomes poverty and poverty wealth—see in the release of riches, in the reversal of ruin, the liberation of luxury from the clutch of clout

4. my neighbor totoro not in animation, nor in life—and least of all in the orchestration of wonder—can one ever take movement for granted

3. the wind rises as if beauty were reason enough—the fascist’s dream, perhaps—along which seam does it collapse upon itself

2. princess mononoke i suppose it’s true what they say—that things can only be done in life not death—no matter how much death rains and pours

1. spirited away a girl slips and falls many times in this immaculate little fantasy adventure

#i watched them in chronological order and you can see that i got tired of writing about them as i went on lol #hayao miyazaki #the boy and the heron #the wind rises #ponyo #howl's moving castle #spirited away #princess mononoke #porco rosso #kiki's delivery service #my neighbor totoro #castle in the sky #nausicaa of the valley of the wind #lupin iii the castle of cagliostro

[f1-birb]

you're welcome! :) fernando is known for taking and interest in and tracking the careers of all the drivers who won in fa kart, he did the same with oscar. obviously now he has his academy and manages some of those drivers too so he plays more of an active role than he used to. you may know this already too but couple of fun facts about lando - when he did his first test drive in 2017, the one he won with the 2016 brdc award and led to him being made a mclaren jr and starting the internship at the mtc, nando was there and lando posted times within 2 tenths of nando's time at just turned 17! also when lando did his first ever fp1 in 2018 at spa he crucified poor stoffel in the times from his first few laps. that fp1 was mclaren's final test for him to confirm the 2019 seat and he was announced v soon after. never been confirmed but rumour back in 2018 was that when rb were chasing lando for the toro rosso seat earlier in the summer it was fernando who pushed zak and boullier to take lando seriously as a prospect to go straight into the team in 2019. their original plan was apparently for him to do 2 years in f2 before promoting him but fernando's persuasion was rumoured to have made them think about promoting him earlier and then that fp1 sealed it.

I'm claiming you as the Lando-Nando Lore Anon

I knew with his academy he was pretty active in keeping an eye on talents and that he manages some of them, and I knew Oscar was an FA Kart kid like Lando, but I wasn't aware of how much he'd been doing the observing/borderline scouting before he had his academy

I hope everyone else likes the fun facts, because Lando being within 2 tenths of Nando's times is one of my favourites

I do feel bad for Stoff a little because Lando really did say "get fucked mate" 🥲 but equally it got my boy his seat and I can't be mad about that one bit

see that is a rumour I did not know! the Lando/RB one that I believe was confirmed (but I could be wrong!) was when Marko asked Lando if he knew how much an FRen car weighed and when Lando said he didn't his response was to say that Max would, and that was a sign Lando took to effectively mean "if you're not Max RB won't care" and it's played a part of why he's turned them down since, but I actually would love it the "Fernando pushed for Lando" one does have truth to it (if not just fully the truth)

#lando norris #fernando alonso #even more important lore #lando-nando lore anon #birb speaks

[mxliv-oftheendless]

I’m sorry but I need to rant about Monster for a second. In particular I need to rant about Episode 18 and Mr. Rosso’s last line to Nina at the end.

“Killing someone is simple. All you need to do is forgot the taste of sugar.”

Out of context? Still impactful. But IN CONTEXT—bro. BRO.

Because earlier in the episode Rosso tells Nina about his past as a professional hitman and how his final job impacted him so much. We see in the flashback as he watches through his sniper rifle scope as his target puts five spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee, stirs it, and drinks it slowly, enjoying it. And this deeply impacted Rosso, because as he says, that’s the same way he takes his coffee, with five sugars. He says to Nina that watching this made him remember how his coffee tasted when he added the five spoonfuls of sugar to it. And then he ends the story saying that’s what made him stop killing. (And honestly I could make a whole other post about this flashback but I can do that later)

And the way he tells the story makes us think, “Oh, he must have spared his target and not killed him!” That’s what we’re led to believe happened. Because when he talks about his hitman days, his face is stony and cold, but outside of this, his eyes are bright and he’s smiling and he’s cheerful and warm. So obviously he didn’t do it, right? He obviously spared the man, and this gave him a new appreciation of life, right?

But then we get to the end of the episode. And when Rosso says that line, his face is once again stony and cold.

And my jaw DROPS every single time, no matter what, because the implications of this line are so heartbreaking. It implies Rosso did kill that man, even after discovering they both like their coffee with five spoonfuls of sugar. It implies Rosso was impacted by this, but not enough to spare the man’s life.

I just—BRO.

I love Monster so much.

#monster #monster anime #naoki urusawa's monster #nina fortner #rosso monster #anime #that line that fucking line bro #it gets me every fucking time #holy SHIT bro

[formulatrash]

what was the deep Cereal Lore™️ from the JEV and Daniel Ricciardo flatmate era?

thank you for enquiring, which has led to me realising I have forgotten a lot of the deep Cereal Lore from the JEV and Daniel Ricciardo flatmate era but let me attempt to summarise.

so JEV and Daniel were ostensibly somewhat chalk-and-cheese besties in junior series. they grow up karting against each other on-and-off, they join the Red Bull programme at about the same time, they're besties. Daniel still has braces, JEV is definitely the hot one, whatever. I now cannot find the original Cereal Lore content because the internet is garbage but maybe someone saved it but basically they had an interest in shared cereal, I assume because it was probably the only thing they could cook. there are... a startling number of images of them with cereal like for instance these ones which I don't think were even a sponsor obligation, they were just hanging out eating muesli in the Toro Rosso motorhome or sth?

just normal things. there are many good sponsor videos from this era that are now sadly lost like the time they took them to do (???? surely I haven't made this up) some circus training, presumably an important part of surviving the Red Bull junior programme.

point is: they just really like cereal.

anyway, same time as all this cereal-sharing is going on they are issuing statements to the press about how they really, totally don't care that they're not friends anymore like this fairly harrowing piece.

''I don't know if it's because we are in F1 or he thinks he has definitely beaten me that we cannot have any relationship, but, no, we don't see each other away from the track and we are not friends,'' Vergne said matter-of-factly. ''But to be absolutely honest, I don't mind. He's a good guy. We are both clever people. ''I have absolutely no problem with it because when it comes to the time when we need to work together to improve the car and to move the team forward, we can do this. We have a good working relationship. ''I don't care about going on holiday with my teammate. I have my friends and I have enough of them and I don't need any more.''

he said, sounding absolutely like someone not bothered at all about any of that and who definitely wouldn't struggle for years to get his head straight until he did in fact have a teammate to go on holiday with.

ANYWAY, Daniel moves up to Red Bull, JEV spends a year nearly killing himself back at Toro Rosso, then goes to Formula E and they only ever speak at arms length ever again. but they both still documentedly really like cereal, so.

#f1 asks #fe asks

[herohimbowhore]

With the year coming to an end, I’ve been looking back and reflecting. And while I could obsess over every little thing I did and the outcomes of those actions, I will not because I’m actively ignoring things that will give me a post graduation existential crisis again.

However, I have been looking back and reflecting on formula one events. One thing that stands out, at least for me, is how much we talked about Alex Albon’s appendix and the domino effect it had on so many different things this year.

While that is a great starting point for the dominoes that fell this year with the alphatauri drivers, if we want to look at Red Bull as a whole, then we need to trace it back even further.

The Red Bull organization’s 2023 driver woes did not begin this year, but have been in the making since Daniel Ricciardo signed a Renault contract instead of the Red Bull contract extension.

Red Bull wasn’t prepared for Daniel leaving and having to fill that seat, so they hadn’t prepared Pierre for the seat and he was promoted before he was ready. Similarly, Alex Albon was promoted unexpectedly to F1 to fill the Toro Rosso seat and then promoted prematurely to replace Pierre at Red Bull. Which led to Alex not having a seat in 2021 and Red Bull signing Checo. From that Alex was able to compile data based on his RBR performance compared to his predecessor (Pierre) and successor (Checo). Then there’s the obvious dominoes: Alex gets the Williams seat, has to get his appendix removed, Nyck subs in for him, Nyck gets the AT seat, loses said seat, Daniel replaces him, Daniel breaks his metacarpals, Liam comes in, etc.

(Ignore the spelling mistakes, I made this at like 2am)

Daniel leaving Red Bull after 2018 can be a starting point for Red Bull’s issues currently.

They were left with a lack of options and promoted too early, so now they have more junior drivers than they know what to do with and are downsizing.

The drivers they promoted didn’t work out as they’d hoped and weren’t able to fill the space Daniel left, so they looked outwards for a driver and got Sergio -> promotion from toro rosso/alphatauri stopped and the junior team was stunted

Sergio isn’t performing as they would like — while a case can be made for being P2 in the championship, it’s clear that his position is due to the other teams dropping the ball. The margin between P1 and P2 is the largest we’ve seen, whereas there was a fight for P2 with a significantly worse Mercedes car. So Red Bull is with a driver that’s underperforming given the machinery he has and there’s more drivers than seats available.

Now with Daniel back in the Red Bull fold, we can continue down this domino path or it could come full circle with Daniel back at Red Bull.

2018, in my opinion, is a significant year for Formula 1. We got the fight for five with Lewis and Sebastian, Charles Leclerc’s rookie year and signing with Ferrari, the first Fernando retirement, and the Red Bull/Daniel Ricciardo domino effect.

#hhw thoughts #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo #red bull racing #alex albon #pierre gasly #alpha tauri #f1 #nyck de vries #liam lawson #sergio perez

[mistressemmedi]

Different anon but one quick google search led me to this:

Esteban won the 2014 fia f3 championship, Max was third, and we all know he started his first race/ spent his first year in Torro Rosso in 2015. So I choose to believe that anon

I 💯 believe that Esteban and Pierre had a fight. My question is: who won

#anon #q&a

[powdermelonkeg]

Same paradox anon again

So my brain is suddenly fired up with theories and idk what else to do with them, but

Do we ever see any evidence of the different peoples of hyrule mixing? I know gerudo and hylians do because of botw/totk, and zora princesses seem to have a fondness for link, so I'm gonna extrapolate that it's possible on that end too. And I believe gorons just spawn from rocks but that's not important here.

As for how zora and rito can exist alongside each other, it is possible that a subset of the zora became rito, but there was also a population that remained zora? And the whole world flooded for a hot second there so they've just been chilling in the ocean somewhere unseen.

And maybe the ones that became the rito eventually mixed with hylians before? Because the rito pre acquiring the feather and getting full wings don't look much like zora, but do look a whole lot like hylians

Mixed instances in Hyrule!

Zora and Hylians: Namely Ruto and Mipha. Given the fact that no one really batted an eye in-world, we can assume they're compatible to some degree (though Zora lay eggs, so that's a whole different discussion). There's also whatever's going on with Finley in BotW.

Gerudo and Hylians: Canonically how Gerudo have descendants, since the Gerudo's inception. Can be seen in multiple pairings in BotW/TotK.

Sheikah and Hylians: Robbie is a Sheikah, but Jerrin, his wife, is a Hylian, and Granté (now Grantéson) is their child. Also Rola from Kakariko (runs the arrow shop) is confirmed in TotK to be from Lurelin.

Gorons and Hylians: Not explicitly stated, but Rosso from ALBW has Goron-like traits, wears a Goron emblem, and is referred to in the files as a Goron, which has led to speculation.

Humans and Hylians: Not explicitly stated, but Mila and Maggie have Hylian ears despite almost all of Wind Waker having rounded. Their fathers also have pointed ears, so a case could be made for them not being human in heritage, but it's plausible that their mothers were human. Humans also appear in Twilight Princess, where Ordon Village residents have round ears, and both of the Oracles games according to characters' art.

#loz #zelda #ask bee #theory #oot #botw #totk #totk spoilers #< technically #albw #wind waker