#long live kimi raikkonen

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Nickname Runs in the Family || CL16

Summary: When you end up crying on your father’s shoulder over a boy, Kimi enlists the help of Charles to teach him a lesson. Charles Leclerc x Raikkonen!Reader Warnings: nsfw, fighting, mentions of sex, WC: 2.9k

To the outside world Kimi was known as ‘The Iceman’, garnered for his cold personality in the media and how he never let anything bother him, at home however he was just called isä or dad. You really could have done with more of The Iceman persona because when it came to his family your father was anything but cool and collected.

“Tell me what happened,” Kimi demanded, your tears only streaming faster down your cheeks.

“Nothing happened, dad.”

“Something happened, tytär, don’t lie to me.”

It was stupid to go there after what happened. You should have just returned to your student accommodation at the college but you needed the comfort of home and someone you trusted. Now all of Monaco was going to hear just how hotheaded The Iceman got while your step-mother tried to put your baby half-sister back to sleep.

“Nothing happened!” you sobbed, burying your face in your hands as embarrassment flamed across your cheeks. “I said no, okay. I said no and he called me a frigid bitch before dumping me and leaving me at the party.”

You expected to hear something break, or at least his heavy stomps storming towards the front door. You didn’t expect your dad to throw his head back and laugh, a deep belly laugh that echoed around the quiet living room. 

“Ah, that’s my girl,” he laughed as he bundled you into a hug. “I like that, Frigid Bitch. It’s good.”

You snorted a laugh despite the hurt and wiped your tears on his shoulder. “I thought you would be angry.”

“Oh, I am,” he admitted somberly. He placed a kiss on your head before standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. You didn’t see who he was calling so late at night but groaned when it was answered. “Hello, Charles. You know everyone in Monaco, where does Devereux Laurent live?”

“Isä! No!”

Your father ignored you as he grabbed his car keys and his jacket, his phone shoved between his shoulder and his ear. “I’m not going to kill the little bastard, fuck, Charles, I just want to have a chat.”

The door slammed shut behind him and you collapsed back onto the sofa with a groan about keeping your mouth shut next time. You were still ruminating over your life choices when the doorbell rang an hour later. 

“Charles?” You frowned at the man panting in your doorway like he sprinted across the city before your eyes widened at the split lip he sported. “What are you doing here? What happened?”

“Kimi.”

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah.”

You grabbed your purse that had been discarded on the kitchen table when you arrived. “Where is he?” 

“The police station.”

“Shit, he didn’t do that to you, did he?”

Charles reeled back, clearly offended. “No, you’re asshole boyfriend hit me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you clarified as you dragged him inside and grabbed a tea towel to wrap a bag of peas from the freezer. Charles flinched as you gently pressed the ice pack to his lips and you sighed. “I’m sorry my dad got you involved in this.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, taking the pack from your hand to place it on his swollen knuckles that you hadn’t noticed. “I got myself involved when I heard what Dev did. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t get punched in the face,” you said as you playfully rolled your eyes, however you soon sobered. “It's nothing a few drinks and a bad romcom can’t fix, after I’ve bailed dad out first. It’s not like we were together long enough to get heartbroken. Do you want me to drop you off on the way?”

“I’ll drive.” He snatched a set of keys from the hook by the door, but you caught his wrist and took them back.

“That’s Minttu’s minivan.” You hung the keys back on the hook and grabbed a set for your dad’s Rolls Royce Wraith instead. The empty hook beside it was where the keys to his Ferrari Pista usually hung. “She wouldn’t be happy if you crashed her car again.”

“I didn’t crash her car,” he argued as he pocketed the keys and opened the door. “You were driving!”

“I had a shit instructor. You were too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to teach me.”

His finger jabbed the call button for the elevator as he scoffed. “You only know that because you were too busy checking me out to watch the road.”

The elevator arrived but you held a hand out to block him as you stepped into the small space. “Sorry, your inflated ego is too big to fit in here.” 

“That wasn’t a denial.”

You ignored him and jutted your head to the fireproof door. “Try the stairs.”

“But we’re on the top floor.”

You smirked as the doors started to close but he darted inside before they sealed shut.

“You’re still not denying it.”

“So you really went swinging for my honour?” you deflected as he hit the button for the garage level, exposing his swollen fist again.

“You sound surprised.” He leaned back against the wall and looked at his hand, massaging the tender bruises. “When I saw he was still at the party…”

You frowned, first at the fact that Dev went back after leaving you there, asshole, then at the fact Charles knew where he was. Charles was definitely not at the party, if he was then you would have heard the women going feral for him. “How did you know he was there? You don’t follow him on Instagram.”

“Not on my main account,” he said with a shrug. Anyone that Charles followed on social media made sure to announce the news like it was an instant ticket to ViP treatment, and Dev would have been no different. It was also the exact reason you went by Y/L/N, your mother’s surname, instead of Raikkonen. You didn’t want to be used by people for the name you carried. 

“You hate him, why would you follow him?”

“It doesn’t matter why.”

“It does to me.” 

Unfortunately the doors opened and he pushed off from the wall to stride past without an answer. A flash of lights responded to the click of the button on the keys and Charles slowed his steps for you as he led the way to the sedan parked in a secluded corner, the space beside it empty of your fathers red Pista. Charles stopped at your door and opened it for you, his eyes scanning the open space that was empty and quiet save for the whine of the elevator leaving the level. 

“For you,” he admitted as you slipped into the leather seat. “I followed him to keep an eye on you.”

The door closed and you watched him walk around the car, dropping into the driver’s seat before pushing it back to suit his longer legs. He then silently adjusted the mirrors and turned down the heavy rock music that blasted when the engine started. You didn’t know what to say, all you had were more questions that could only lead to more confusion.

“You deserve better,” Charles said, breaking the awkward silence as he pulled out into the street. 

“He was just drunk.” 

“That’s not an excuse. You deserve someone who will wait until you are ready to have sex, not try it on drunk and at a party.” His words were seething by the time he finished and his knuckles turned white from the tight grasp he had on the steering wheel.

“Uh, Charles, I was joking about my honour…I’m not a virgin.”

“Wait, what?” The car slammed to a halt and he earned a toot from the Lamborghini behind before it drove around when Charles didn’t move. “Since when?” he asked as he turned in his seat to face you.

“I didn’t realise it was such a big deal. Was I meant to stand at the corner and hold a sign that said ‘deflowered’ in Times New Roman or Comic Sans?”

He didn’t even blink at your icy tone and heavy sarcasm. “But Dev said he dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex. He didn’t force himself on you, did he?”

“Oh my god, no! I can’t believe we are having this conversation, Charles.” You figured it couldn't get any more awkward as you looked out the window into the sleeping city. “Sex wasn’t the problem, he was upset because I didn’t want to have sex with him.”

“Oh…oh.” He cleared his throat and put the car back into drive before continuing his way to the police station. “So, uh, is there anyone you do want to, um, have sex with at the moment?” 

“Why? Are you offering?” It was meant to sound teasing but there was too much curiosity in it.

His face flushed pink and his lips parted two twice before his voice worked. “I don’t do casual.”

It wasn’t a no, and that somehow made things both better and worse as a new possibility began to worm its way into your mind. You didn’t like the hope that fluttered in your stomach. Charles was a friend. Charles was someone your father trusted after Seb vouched for him. Charles was off limits. 

By the time you had filtered through the thoughts he had induced, Charles was pulling into the police station and you hoped your dad was fairing well behind bars. It turned out you had no reason to worry as you walked inside and heard his voice from behind the glass wall. 

Kimi was being well taken care of by the officers. He had a coffee in one hand, a pastry in the other and was answering questions that had nothing to do with Dev. You cringed as he recounted why he missed meeting Pelé years ago, but Charles chuckled along with the policemen as you knocked on the door.

The Monégasques fawned over their hometown hero while you watched Kimi pull himself to his feet, cracking his back that had stiffen while he was sat down. 

“I thought you would be in maximum security by now,” you said as he pulled you into a hug. “What did you do?”

He patted your cheek and smiled mischievously. “I like Charles even more now.”

He gave you nothing else but that was expected. Whatever happened was obviously not on the record and you wanted to keep it that way, especially since he didn’t have a single scratch on him - like he hadn’t been in a fight at all. You were quietly contemplating that knowledge when you climbed into the backseat of the Wraith and your father readjusted everything on the driver's side back to how he had it.

“You took the fall for Charles, didn’t you?”

They both swivelled back to look at you. Charles’ eyes widened, while your father’s narrowed. 

“Fucking hell, I’m not going to tell anyone,” you growled as you threw your arms up in exasperation. “I just want to know what actually happened tonight.”

Charles waited to see if your dad wasn’t going to explain as the car pulled out of the station car park. After a moment of hesitation he took a breath and started to rattle off the truth.

“I called Kimi when I realised Dev was still at the party. It was only a block away so I thought I would meet him there to point him out.”

“I was just about at the address he gave me when he called. I got there as fast as I could but Charles was already inside,” Kimi said with a proud chortle. “Got a few good hits on the little bastard too.”

“Iså,” you warned as he enjoyed the violence just a bit too much and Charles looked sheepishly down at his hands. “Why did you fight?”

“You know why. I couldn’t stand by and let him talk about you that way.”

“Good man,” Kimi said with a stern nod. 

“And you, what did you do, dad?”

“What I had to do,” he said with a shrug. “I’m retired, Charles has a career.”

You stretched the seatbelt and leaned forward to hug your dad and kiss his cheek before doing the same to Charles. “Thank you.” Your eyes lingered on Charles as his eyes said everything he couldn’t with your father in the car. 

“He’s not pressing charges but there may be some questions if anyone caught the fight on camera. You might want to give your PR team a heads up.”

It took a moment to realise where you were and why the car had stopped outside the venue where the party was still in full swing. Drunken revellers could be heard behind the velvet curtain hanging over the door and your father handed his keys over to Charles with a shake. “Make sure she gets home safe. I’ll pick it up in the morning, no scratches.”

“Yes, sir,” Charles promised with a nod before getting out.

“You’re trusting him with your Pista?”

“I trust him with you, the car I can replace.”

You surprised him with another hug as your door opened, your voice thick with emotion as you said, “thank you.”

“Do you want to come home?” he asked quietly. “I can make up the sofa bed.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think I’ll want to get out of my bed tomorrow.”

“Fair enough. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You stepped out and Charles closed the door, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to your father’s favourite car. “He doesn’t even let me drive this, you know.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t support Ferrari,” Charles teased as you buckled yourself in.

“I support it now.”

“What changed your mind?”

You dared to look at him and met his green eyes. “You.”

—

“Awww, she called her little puppy,” Dev taunted as he spotted Charles walking towards him.

Charles chuckled, but it held no humour and his smile was dark. You had never seen that look in his eye and your thighs clenched in response. “At least she will still call me. You just lost the best thing you never deserved.”

“Well you can have the frigid bitch, good luck getting her to put out though. Fucking cocktease.” The snort Dev made was cut off by the fist that crashed into his nose and then the both of them were going to the floor, grappling and twisting until Kimi darted into the fray and grabbed Charles.

“Go, she’s at home,” Kimi ordered as he pushed Charles back the way he came. “I’ve got it from here, kid.”

The video looped back to the start and you watched it twice more before determining you were fucked. It hit you like a train, the pressure slamming into your chest as you realised you were in love with Charles. No one had ever stood up for you like that, or taken a punch for you or risked their career. But he had.

You stayed cocooned in your blankets for most of the morning, watching the video footage from the night before and it became your new favourite binge worthy entertainment. It would probably be classed as insanity if anyone knew you had become addicted to it, but it was only the fact someone knocked at your door that you placed your phone down.

“Charles? I’m getting a little déjà-vu here,” you commented as you opened the door and found him sweating.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he blurted out. “Please.”

Your brows shot up at the outburst and you checked the student halls were empty before pulling him into your room. “Uh, you do realise who my father is, right?”

“I do, thank you for your concern,” he chuckled. “I was actually just with him. I wanted his permission to ask you on a date.”

“Well that explains why it looks like you’ve been running for your life.” You looked at your door expecting to see it kicked in. “Was he chasing you?”

“What? No, I wasn’t running. Fuck,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his jeans to dry his clammy palms. “I was just nervous about asking you out. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I will.”

“Answer the question or go out with me?”

“I will go out with you,” you clarified with a laugh.

Relieved, he took a seat at the edge of your bed and sighed happily. “I have been waiting years to ask.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded before flopping himself down comfortably and you dropped down beside him. “Your dad scared me,” he admitted as he took your hand in his.

“But not anymore.”

Charles smiled and it was one so similar to the video that was still playing on loop. He seemed to recognise the muffled sound coming from the blanket at the same time you remembered it was there and fished it out. “You’ve seen it.”

“Once or twice,” you lied. “I see why you’re not afraid anymore. That’s one hell of a right hook.”

“Oh no I am definitely still afraid of Kimi,” he corrected as he rolled on his side to face you. “But I am done watching you date assholes when I know exactly how you deserve to be treated. I want to give you the world, if you’ll let me.”

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[viennakarma]

Everything I Wanted III.

LESTAPPEN x READER (PART 3/FINALE)

Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

Word count: 10k

Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, angst, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, open ending, HEA, not beta read

Relationships: Lestappen x Reader

Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader

Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader

Notes: this is full of motorsport inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are also a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. This chapter is a tiny bit angsty. Maybe I should've mentioned it before, but both Max and Charles are single in this story. I'm sorry if it feels rushed or if it has any mistakes, I just let my heart go with the flow!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You spend a few days in some happy daze, just shamelessly bashing in your Championship. Everyone knew because you were positively giddy during the last race week in Abu Dhabi, you were seen smiling more during that one week than you had been seen smiling in your three years of Formula 1. 

Some of the drivers were even more amicable towards you and your closest friends were even teasing you all the time, calling you Champion so they could see you blush and giggle.

“Hey there, Champ,” Lewis would greet you.

“Buenos días, campeona,” Fernando would say and laugh at your reaction.

Lando even joked to some reporter that you were in love with the championship.

There was a dinner organized by the drivers to say farewell to Sebastian. Despite knowing most drivers confirmed their presence there, you planned to go and leave early because you always felt left out whenever most drivers got together.

That’s why you texted Lewis to ask what he was wearing that night, and you ended up wearing high waisted suede pants, and a white T-shirt, finishing with a classic black scarpin in your feet and a purse. 

Since you and Nando were in the same hotel, you decided to go together with his driver. Only when you got to the car, Charles was also inside the car, and you had to sit quietly by his side, his thigh brushing yours. Nando was in the passenger seat, and you started small talk with him to diffuse the tension he was unaware was happening in the backseat. You were engaged in conversation with Nando when you felt Charles fingers touching your knee. Jolting, you immediately slapped his hand away.

“You ok there?” Nando asked from the front of the car.

“Uh, yes! Just an- annoying mosquito!” You said, faking a smile.

Charles pouted, crossing his arms and pointedly looking to the window of his side.

As the three of you arrived there, half of the grid was already there, seated and chatting. Lewis welcomed you first, warning that he purposefully invited Sebastian to arrive thirty minutes later, so he was the last to arrive. As you sat beside Nando, you noticed how Charles sat beside you again, facing Pierre across the table, and you ended up facing Max. Your eyes met, but you looked away, deciding to focus on conversation with Nando and Lando, who was in front of him.

When Seb arrived, he was welcomed with a round of applause, which made his cheeks redden a little as he laughed. The dinner went well, and you shared red wine with a few of the others, some of them preferred other drinks. It was nice chatting with everyone, and it was the first time you really felt part of the group, everyone together laughing and eating.

“Y/N, who’s your idol from this table?” Carlos asked with a smirk.

“You wanna put me in trouble,” you eyed around. Everyone knew that the people you were closest with, Lewis, Seb and Nando were your racing idols.

“Come on, your favorite, Lewis, Seb or Fernando?” Lando joined in, and the others joined too, egging you on.

“Kimi is my favorite,” you muttered before taking a sip of your wine. Everyone started shouting and calling you a liar, “fine, fine, it doesn’t mean I’m not a big fan of the other two, but growing up, I’ve always wanted to race like Fernando.”

“And now you do,” Fernando said, raising his glass in a toast, which honestly made you blush. Everyone started making fun of you because you were shy and giggly.

You ended up staying until the end, when everyone had to leave to get a good night of sleep for the free practices the next day.

Race day there was a small ceremony to say goodbye to Sebastian, and it was the only part of the week that made you a little sad, even though part of you were really happy knowing he would get to spend time with his family and dedicate himself to his projects of sustainability. When the drivers made a little corridor to applaud him, Sebastian hugged you and you felt a little teary eyed.

The race was great, and you put some effort into winning that one, because you wanted to finish the season with a bang. And a bang it was, holding the P1 trophy again, kissing it and then raising it high as homage to mom.

After the season ended officially, you went straight to Woking to visit the factory and thank everyone personally for making you a car fast enough to make you the champion. Then you had a few media commitments, had to go over some marketing and legal meetings about brands deals and whatnot interested in your image.

Finally, by the beginning of December, you went back to Monaco and slept in for a few days, relaxing body and mind.

When Lando found out you were living in Monaco, he invited you to a padel match, and despite not knowing the game very well, you never said no to any form of competitive sport that could take your mind off things.

“I’ll let you know, I’m a fast learner, Landito.” You pointed when he gave you a padel racket.

“Come on, you have 20 minutes to learn the basics before our competition is here,” he said.

“Oh, we’ll be playing as duos?” You smiled, letting him lead you to the court.

Lando taught you the basics for a while, and you were getting the hang of it when you heard voices behind you. You stopped short as you noticed your competition were Charles and Max, and as they saw you, they too seemed surprised.

“Hello,” you greeted them with a nod.

Luckily Lando didn’t waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the game. Which was great, since that was a language you could speak. You soon noticed Charles and Max had a bit more experience than you, so you had to up your game a bit, using strategy to outsmart them.

You and Lando won three games and Charles and Max won four.

As you finished, you went to the net and shook their hands. Max stared at you intensely, but you ignored him and went grab your bag.

“You’re leaving?” Lando asked, “we were going to grab a snack after.”

“Oh, um, yeah- I gotta go, I still have a lot to do around the apartment and I’m waiting for some furniture to arrive,” you gave an excuse.

“You’re living in Monaco?” Charles asked, visibly surprised at the info.

“Yeah. So, bye. Thanks for the game.” You started walking away, but Lando jogged to catch up to you.

“Hey, uh- text me when you’re free this weekend. I wanted to talk to you privately about… McLaren” he whispered your team’s name and you raised an eyebrow, you had no idea what he wanted to talk about, but you nodded.

Lando ended up coming over to your apartment Saturday afternoon, he helped you paint your living room walls a soft green, and after you finished, you were eating a few snacks when he finally said what he wanted to talk about.

“So, I know that legally we shouldn’t be talking about it, but- for how long is your new contract with McLaren?” He breached the subject. You paused.

“What? You know my contract ends by the end of next season.”

“Yeah but- the new one-”

He silenced himself abruptly, probably realizing you didn’t get a new one. You pressed your lips in a thin line. You had a contract similar to Lando’s, that would end by the end of next year. But now- now Lando had been offered a renovation, and you weren’t.

“They offered you an extension already?” You asked, shocked.

“No- I mean- It’s just-” Lando realized by your face that he had fucked up.

“Lando.”

“Yes, from 2024 on, with possible extensions,” He said, apologetically.

“Oh” you whispered.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sure they are just taking their time putting your contract together since you’re, you know, the world champion,” Lando startled rambling, until his phone started ringing, “I’m sorry, I gotta go, I’m streaming tonight and I need to set up. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sure they’ll offer your renewal soon.”

You bid him goodbye, still processing his words. You tried to be reasonable and not be upset, but the prospect of not receiving a proposal being the world champion didn’t sit right with you. You meditated, thinking to not let that get to you, but a few days before the FIA Gala, you received a proposal from Mercedes, and another from Aston Martin. Both were great, great contracts. They offered a lot of money, security and great publicity.

The night of the Gala, you went all out. Amanda helped you hire a glam team, so you had make up, hair and stylists helping you dress. You wore a silver dress, long with a high slit on the leg, black heels, and your hair was short now, shoulder length and dyed black. You wanted a femme fatale look, and that’s what you got.

Unfortunately, Kimi and Minttu couldn’t go with you, and you didn’t bother to find a date, opting to go by yourself. When you arrived at the ceremony, all eyes were on you. You posed a little by the red carpet and answered a few questions about the championship.

During the ceremony you sat with Lewis, chatting up until the main awards were called. You watched as Charles went up the stage for the third place trophy, he was handsome wearing some designer suit and tie, and glasses that made him even more attractive. He said a couple of words, before making his way down. Then was Max, wearing a gorgeous tux, perfectly tailored to his shoulders and waist. While he was talking, you fixed the bust of your dress and waited for your name to be called alongside the words world champion.

When you got to the stairs, Max was down there, and he offered you a gentlemanly arm to help you up, you hesitated for a brief second but then accepted, letting him guide you up the steps.

Your eyes were on the beautiful trophy. The smile on your face was big, almost giddy, as you went on the stage. You kissed your trophy, leaving a red lipstick stain on the side of it, and you stopped by the mic. After a brief second to recollect your thoughts, you sighed.

“Wow! It’s such an honor to receive this as a token of my hard work and all my years facing pushback for this dream,” you smiled down at the trophy, “I’ll try and keep it brief. I know I have already said some of this, but I’d like to thank my team, not only for making this amazing car that became part of me during this season, but also for giving me a chance three years ago. Thanks to Jace and Amanda, who were such great help this year. I’d like to thank Kimi for seeing me when I was on the brink of giving up and when no scouts looked in my direction, and Minttu for taking me in as one of her own,” you put a hand on your chest, above your heart as your voice choked a little, heavy with emotion, “Thank you, Sebastian and Fernando for accepting my friendship when everyone else turned their backs on me,” you found them both around the crowd, Nando sending you a wink, and Sebastian smiling wildly, “and last but not least, I’d like to thank my mum for working hard to put a roof over my head and food on the table while I was out there hustling for my dream.”

Everyone clapped and you waited for the applause to die down. You could end your speech there, but you wouldn’t be the Lioness if you did.

“Oh, and for those who said I wasn’t gonna go far… You can suck my-” you interrupted yourself, showing your tongue cheekily, making almost everyone in the room laugh.

That night you drank, danced and sang like never before. You woke up hungover and a little blacked out, not remembering the whole night, only some glimpses of it.

You stayed the Holidays with Kimi and his family, and despite being invited by Lando to a big New Year’s Eve party, you opted for a chill celebration. You still found time to send Sebastian and his family some Christmas presents and you managed to go karting with Fernando on his track in Asturias. 

After meeting with Fernando, you went on a solo trip around Spain, visiting cities and learning a little bit about history while practicing your spanish. You also tried a few hobbies, out of curiosity. You tried playing tennis, skydiving and surfing.

Soon, you were back in Monaco to resume your training for next season and traveling to Woking to see your new car. You also sat with Amanda and your lawyer, and accepted a few brand deals, one for makeup and another for a big fashion brand. You were genuinely happy with both, you always wanted to get into fashion but never had the time or knack for it, but now with your deal, they would link you to a stylist and give you outfit options.

You entered the new season fresh, feeling good not only about your talent as a racing driver, but about your looks and new style, feeling that your championship could finally back you up.

Only if the media got the memo.

“Y/N do you believe when people attribute your championship win to Verstappen’s mistake?”

You felt fire in your throat, anger bubbling up.

“No, I believe I won the championship because I drove well the whole season. I attribute my championship to myself, my talent and my hard work,” your tone was harsh, and you didn’t even bother to sound pleasant, “I wonder if this was asked to every other Formula 1 champion of the world or just me?”

You huffed, putting your mic down, and you saw Fernando leaning towards you to whisper, “it’s good to have the Lioness back.”

It was different seeing Nando wearing green now and Sebastian’s absence was noticed from day one. He had sent you a text wishing good luck in the season.

There was also a weird shift that you noticed soon, right in the first few races. The rivalry between Max and Charles had been placated a little. They were still rivals on the track, but out of it, they were seen chatting and discussing, all in good spirits and friendly. Whatever rift had caused the tension all these years was apparently mended. So now, they were only your rivals, together against the greater evil. You.

Without a win in the first three races that season, you were sure something was wrong. Could it be your car, but it could also be you.

You came out of debriefing feeling a stress induced headache starting. You walked around the paddock aimlessly, just trying to clear your head and not face any photographer or reporter. That’s why you were around the moving boxes and trucks, trying to find a secluded spot to breathe and meditate.

Unfortunately, you ended up facing two people pressed against a wall. Frowning, you tried to understand what was going on, when you realized it was Max and Charles. Their sides were pressed on each other, but what caught your attention was that they were holding hands, whispering to each other.

You paused, trying to make sense of it. And then Max caressed Charles’ jaw. Then you decided, it was none of your business whatever they did.

Turning around, you were leaving when you stepped on something and it broke loudly. You just kept walking away, not looking back, you were almost leaving the lot when someone held your wrist, making you turn back around.

“Wait, Y/N, we- we can-” Charles’ voice failed him, visibly nervous.

“We can buy your silence,” Max added, suddenly. You frowned, shaking your head.

“I didn’t see anything,” you muttered trying to walk away, but now Max also held your other wrist.

“Say your price,” Max pressed further, making you angry.

“I don’t know what kind of psycho you take me for, but I didn’t see anything,” you say, suggestively, “I wouldn’t want someone to out me, and I wouldn’t do that to anyone else either. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Fuck,” Max whispered, letting go of your hand.

“You- you promise?” Charles asked, still not letting go of you.

“I swear on my mom’s grave.” You said softly just because you could understand their fear, you knew first hand how cruel the motorsport world could be. Whatever was going on between them was none of your business.

You left without another word, hoping they believed you. 

The season kept going, and your car wasn’t as good as the year before which was really upsetting you and forcing you to work even harder to match your quality the previous year.

But also both Max and Charles stopped publicly taunting you, making people wonder if your rivalry had ended. It was annoying because that dynamic was all that you’ve known from them, and the fact that they stopped shading you because they were scared to anger you and you eventually exposed them to the world was even more annoying. You wondered if you should talk to them, to let them know it was never coming out of your mouth.

You decided silence was the best course of action. You had enough problems with your car as it was.

Before the fifth race of the season, all the drivers were called for a meeting, to talk about a few safety measures that were being put in place for paddock safety. You sat through it quietly, only listening to the FIA representative. You knew that meeting was because of what had happened to you in Zandvoort the year before, you had taken your complaints to the FIA and miraculously, they had abided by it.

You left the meeting as soon as it was over, walking away. But then, you touched your wrist as a nervous tic.

No. No.

You noticed you didn’t have your watch with you the moment you left the building, patting your pockets to make sure it wasn’t there as you ran right back to the meeting room where the drivers debrief had been.

As soon as you entered, you saw both Max and Charles checking the watch, the monegasque was the one holding it.

“Hey, uh-” you paused, trying to not sound rude, “that’s mine, can I have it back?”

Charles looked at you with that smirk as Max moved away a few steps. Charles opened his hand in your direction, handing you the watch. But as you were to grab it, he pulled back and threw it. You froze, seeing the watching flying directly into Max’s awaiting hands behind you.

“Please, don't-” you gasped as Max pretended to throw it back to Charles. But he didn’t, he just extended his open hand to you, probably noticing the worry in your face.

Skittishly, you got closer to him and grabbed the watch from his hand. He didn’t pull away like Charles had done.

But as you pulled it back, your own hand slipped the watch, and you eyed it with horror as it hit the ground immediately breaking the crystal. You felt like your heart was breaking along with your mom’s watch.

“No, no,” you whispered, kneeling down to take it back.

“Hey, what is happ-” you heard Lewis’ voice entering the room but he stopped short as he saw you almost crying on the floor. He immediately helped you get up.

Both Max and Charles were shocked, still rooted to the spot as it was the first time they ever saw you show any kind of extreme emotion, and the pain in your eyes made both of them get filled with guilt.

You stood up still holding the watch in your hand as a fragile thing, pretty much like your heart.

“Hey, kiddo. Come on,” Lewis put an arm around your shoulders, pushing you away softly after giving the other two drivers a nasty glare.

You didn’t try to get it fixed, and you still wore it even with the crystal shattered. You knew it was a relic, vintage and probably handmade since it was generations in your family. But also you were too emotionally attached to it to get rid of the watch.

After the race, once you got a P2, finally, you went to the hotel, skipping the celebration the team wanted to throw for you but still picking the bill for their night out. 

It was late at night when you were rewatching the race, trying to see whatever mistake caused you to miss that P1 that was just within reach but you didn’t manage to take it. You were taking notes, typing in your laptop, when a knock on your door interrupted. You had already ordered room service, but sometimes Amanda did it for you if she thought you weren’t eating enough.

You opened the door to be faced with Max and Charles.

“Can we come in?” Charles asked, and confused, you opened the door wider to let them in.

“We came to apologize about the watch, we’re sorry.” Max started, looking at Charles for his cue.

“That was really immature of us, sorry,” Charles added.

“It’s alright,” you sighed, a little tired, “it’s not your fault, really. I dropped it, not you.”

“But it wouldn’t have happened if we just didn’t mess around with you.”

You sighed again, despite being sad about the watch, you didn’t really blame them for it. Charles took your hand suddenly, making you stare up at them, both of them looking at the broken watch you were still wearing. Max opened the bag and handed you a small box. It was a Rolex.

“We’re really sorry, Y/N,” he handed you the watch. You stared at the box, taking it as a sign of good faith from them.

“Thanks,” you whispered, “I was just eating, you wanna join me?”

They nodded, uncertain. They followed you to the en-suite, the most recent race paused on the TV. You closed your laptop.

“I appreciate the gesture, but-” you unclasped the watch in your wrist, handing it to Charles who was sitting closer to you, “it has emotional value, it was mum’s.”

You waited as they read the inscription, Charles gasping when he realized it had way more value to you than the stupidly expensive Rolex they managed to buy you. Running his thumb on the inscription, Max looked at you.

“I know a guy back home, he- he can fix the crystal,” Max told you, “would you trust me to take it to get fixed? It’s the least I could do.”

“You don’t have to,” you shook your head, “I don’t blame you for breaking it.”

“Please?” Max asked, and something inside you spread warmth in your chest.

“Fine,” you sighed, seeing Max pocket your watch in his bag, “please, help yourselves.”

They went to the table of room service and grabbed a bit of food. They sat around.

“You were rewatching the race?”

“Yeah, I like taking notes, seeing what I can improve…”

You closed your laptop and the TV, not wanting them to check your confidential information.

“How are you feeling this year?” Max asked, awkwardly trying to start a conversation.

“I’m alright, I guess. I mean, the car could be better,” you shrugged.

“And about your mom?” Charles looked at you intently.

“It’s grief, right?” You blinked slowly, “it comes and goes in waves. Sometimes they’re tiny waves breaking on your ankles, and sometimes it feels like you’re going to drown in them.”

There’s a brief silence, but when you meet his eyes, Charles’ eyes shine in understanding.

“I know.”

Max managed to change topics, talking about the track, the race and his impressions. Was a safe topic, lighter. You didn’t notice how, but you three ended up sitting in a small circle on the floor. Max was passionately talking about track adherence, and he was so focused on his explanation that it was actually funny. You eyed Charles, and you two bursted out laughing, which made Max stop, looking at you confused.

When you stopped laughing, sitting straight, Charles was suddenly very close. Way closer than before. His face was just a few centimeters away from yours, and it made you dizzy.

You snapped your head to Max, who was looking at you with just as much desire as Charles. He nodded to you, giving you permission.

Charles held your face and kissed you, softly and tentatively. You broke the kiss, looking from Charles’ beautiful eyes to Max’s. You watched as Max shifted closer to you, holding your jaw as he kissed you too.

You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening, but you were very shocked and equally turned on.

Max’s hand slid from your jaw, down to your neck, and you were still wide eyed, your breathing progressively more shallow. You felt Charles behind you, his hand on your waist, pressing softly. You closed your eyes as Max slowly closed the distance between you again, and you felt his lips pressing against yours. With shaky fingers, your hands trailed beneath his shirt, up his back, nails grazing his skin. While you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, you moaned, feeling Charles leaving open mouthed kisses to  your neck and shoulder, goosebumps rising in your skin. It was overwhelming, because they were everywhere, hands, lips and bodies stealing your breath. Everything was so hot, you felt like removing your clothes and the pulsing in your shamelessly wet panties.

“Take it off,” Max breathed after breaking the kiss, he helped the monegasque, who quickly tore your clothes leaving you only in panties. Max pushed you until your back was on the floor, and he and Charles were kneeling on each side of your body. “Charlie, come kiss her.”

Charles laid down, kissing you gently first, then deepening the kiss until you were pawing his waist and torso under his shirt. Seeing your struggle, he removed the shirt himself, while Max watched, running both hands up and down your thighs. Max suddenly pulled Charles closer, kissing him, their kiss was just as hard and messy as the kisses they had given you. Seeing the way their lips explored each other made you even wetter, and you couldn’t help but run your finger above your slit, your pussy still clothed. They removed each other’s clothes very fast.

They stopped, and Max soon removed your panties, laying between your legs. You moaned as his tongue lapped at your pussy, tentatively and Charles leaned down to kiss you again. Your heart was running insane, so fast you thought it would stop. Charles went lower and mouthed at your nipples, and you reached for his cock.

“Spit,” you ordered Charles, offering the palm of your hand. A little hesitantly, he did, a glob of spit on the palm of your hand and you grabbed his cock again, and he moaned out loud feeling the glide of your hand.

You felt one of Max’s fingers inside you, twisting so good that you had to hold his head, grinding your hips into him. The pleasure of Max working your cunt was so blinding that you lost focus on the handjob, but it didn’t deter Charles, who just decided to fuck into your hand.

You looked down, just to see Max looking straight at you through his lashes. He sucked at your clit, watching you writhe and come undone, grinding your hips on his face, wetting half of his face as he devoured you.

“Charlie will fuck you now, yeah?” Max asked as you recovered, and he carried you to the couch, positioned you on his lap, facing Charles, who just knelt between your legs.

Charles filled you up in one swift movement, and you moaned at the tight fit, melting into Max just behind you, holding you firmly, one hand on your neck, the other across your abdomen. The dutch kissed your neck, biting and sucking your skin, but his eyes trained on the way Charles’ hips started moving into you, you pulled Max’s hand that was on your neck and put it over your mouth, to muffle your moans, he pushed two fingers in your mouth and you sucked. The pressure was deliriously good, and Charles kept blabbering about how good you felt, and how warm was your cunt, and you were making him feel so good, mixed with lots of french expletives. Charles pressed further, his chest against yours as he found Max over your shoulder and kissed him. You felt Max’s hand that was between your bodies, find its way to your clit, rubbing in circles and pushing you even faster to your second orgasm, drooling over the fingers he still had in your mouth, you hips shaking so much you were rubbing Max’s cock with your ass, at the same time that Charles came crashing down, filling you up as he moaned out loud.

“My turn now, yes?” Max said, repositioning you like a ragdoll, while Charles laid down, pulling you on all fours on top of him, as Max took his turn behind you.

Charles pulled your face closer, kissing you all sloppy and open mouthed as Max filled you up to the hilt, making your knees shake. As if he knew, and he probably did, Charles held your hips up when Max started pistoning into you, fucking you so good you could only hold onto Charles and bite into his shoulders to keep yourself from being too loud.

You did not sleep that night. Max and Charles’ stamina wa otherworldly, and you three kept fucking until morning came. Sometimes you just watched them, sometimes you took one while the other rested, sometimes you took them at the same time. With them, you tried more adventurous positions than you had tried your entire life. They had a different way of finding out the workings of your body, of discovering the rhythm you liked and the sound of your moaning echoing on the walls.

The second time they slipped into your room was almost three weeks later, under the guise that they wanted to give your watch back now fixed. 

After a little chit chat Max pulled you into his lap and Charles pressed his chest to your back and in minutes you three were naked, touching and kissing and moaning into each other's mouth.

It became some sort of routine, every few weeks, they would sneak into your room, and you’d bang them any way you wanted.

Then they would stay more, bring dinner or put on a movie. They would snuggle with you in bed while the movie played, Max holding your thigh softly and you playing with Charles’ hair. It was good to unwind and forget about Formula 1.

Every day, after they left, you’d whisper to yourself.

“Don’t get too attached, Y/N. They’re your rivals.”

You didn’t want to poison all the sexy moments and all the tranquility they made you feel, but at the same time, you didn’t want to get too caught up in this. It should be fun, but it couldn’t be more than that.

Racing was never a topic of conversation between you, not only because those few hours together were sacred but also because all three of you were rivals and were in different teams, which could get very messy, very quickly.

Eventually, after Barcelona, McLaren brought a new upgrade. Which for you, it was a godsend. Finally, you could get back on your feet again. The car felt lighter and you had much more control. And in Montreal, you finally got the first win of the season. A huge weight was lifted from your shoulders and you even cried a couple of tears finishing the race first for the first time that year. And it was also the first 1-2 you and Lando had ever, which was even more reason for celebration.

You and Lando ended up closing a club for your celebration, inviting the whole team.

Max and Charles were there too, and they spent most of the night in a booth, chatting among other drivers. You knew they were watching you even pretending not to, and it was a matter of time until they had drunk enough to approach you. So you decided to not stay late and just leave.

You bid Lando goodbye quickly, telling him you were tired even if it was relatively early for a clubbing night. As you made your way to the most discreet exit, you felt a hand on your forearm, pulling you to a corner, and you were faced with both Charles and Max.

“Leaving so soon, chéri?” Charles asked, eyes glossy and probably a little tipsy.

“We came here to celebrate you,” Max said, one hand going around your waist. Wide eyed, you immediately pushed his hand away, taking a step back. They were confused.

“Not here. Too public, someone might see us, or even take pictures.”

“Don’t be like that, there is no one around now,” Charles pointed around, and granted, it was really empty on that side of the club, but anyone could walk in any moment.

“I can’t,” you shook your head, “not in public.”

“You’re ashamed of us?” Max squinted, looking into your eyes.

“I never said that. I can’t risk anything happening to my image just because I wanted to screw someone.”

“So that’s how you see us? A good fuck and nothing else?” Max pressed you further.

“Again,” you repeated slowly, your patience running thin, “that’s not what I said,” there was a tense pause and you pinched the bridge of your nose, “look, we all had more than enough to drink, and this is not the moment or the place for this conversation.”

“No, no,” Charles shook his head, “I believe you made yourself clear enough.”

With that, they walked away clearly pissed with you. Going back to the hotel, you knew there was nothing you could do at that moment to change their minds. They wouldn’t understand your point of view that easily, not only because they were drunk, but also because they weren’t a woman in Formula 1. Everyone fed off your failures like vultures, and if it leaked that you were going out not only with one, but with two other drivers, you knew you could kiss your career goodbye.

The media was never the kindest to you, and the majority of the fans weren’t either, so you knew how it would look if anyone found out about you three. They already call you slut without any knowledge of your romantic history, they would ruin your life if they were to know. And most certainly question not only your seat in Formula 1 but also your World Championship.

You just hoped you could explain that to Charles and Max when they were with clear heads.

Only you didn’t.

They never came back to your room, nor did they answer your texts.

Two entire weeks passed with only anguish gnawing at your insides, trying to reach them privately, but failing miserably. They were not only ignoring you, but also avoiding you. You couldn’t take it anymore, so in Austria, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You’d corner the first one you saw.

And that was Charles right before the drivers parade. You were the first ones to get there, which gave you some sense of privacy, well, as much as you could.

“You need to listen to me, this is a misunderstanding, Charles.”

But he straight up ignored you, not even bothering to look in your direction. With a heavy heart, you nodded, moving away from him. Making peace with the fact that maybe this was the end of your little affair. They had not understood you, and had ignored all your efforts to explain, closing the door of whatever was going on.

Resolute, you decided that maybe it was for the best. If they couldn’t understand where you were coming from, then better say farewell already. But you couldn’t help that anguishing feeling in your stomach.

It showed to be true during the race, when you were P4 fighting to get into the podium at least. Max was P3, and he fought tooth and nail to not allow you to pass, even if you had the pace to overtake him. You tried a risky move, one you had learned from Fernando Alonso. Pretend you’re going to overtake on one side, let him defend that side, then push your car to the other side and dive for the position.

You almost did the full move, but when you were going for the position, Max just pushed his car into your side, which caused you to lose control and you spun to the gravel. You just decelerated as much as you could. You left the car and went back to the pits with the help of marshals. You didn’t bother to even look into Max’s direction, feeling your eyes getting teary. You weighted with your helmet on, and only took it off inside the garage, because you didn’t want people to see you cry.

It was relatively normal to DFN because of a crash, and given the history of rivalry between you and Max, it was also very common to collide with him. What made you upset wasn’t him protecting his position, but him purposefully taking you out, like he was just getting back at you because he was angry. You had left enough space for him. Despite the overtaking maneuver being a little risky, you never once got close enough to him that you could cause an accident. He had not slipped and lost control. He had not tried to avoid you. He just ran straight into your sidepod.

“What happened today?” A reporter asked you when you went to the post race interviews.

“What is there to say? I think the images speak for themselves.” You shrugged, feeling tired but not wanting to give the media too much as to not cause a PR nightmare to Amanda.

“Seems like the FIA will investigate Max Verstappen because of today’s incident.” Someone else mentioned, and you couldn’t help but scoff.

“I’m sure they will,” you muttered, voice laced with sarcasm.

The debriefing was just as bad with your Team Principal calling you out in front of the whole team not only for damaging your car but also for putting yourself at risk like that.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I did what any other driver would do in my position!” You sighed trying to calm down, “don’t make me quote Ayrton Senna to you. If you no longer go for a gap that exists, then you’re no longer a racing driver. You and everyone saw that Verstappen didn’t have the pace to match me, so he just plunged into me to take me out!”

God, you needed an ice bath. And maybe a new punchbag.

You were getting ready to leave when Max came up to you. You didn’t say anything to him, you honestly didn’t even want to talk to him anymore. You just wanted to go home and cry under the shower.

He was red in the face and looked distressed. You couldn’t help but feel defensive, holding your bag to your chest.

“I really don’t want to talk to you right now,” you said, trying to walk away but he blocked your path.

“Listen,” he started and the moment he raised his hand to remove his cap, it triggered you, and you flinched as if he was gonna hit you.

He stopped immediately, because he knew that was a trauma response. He knew that him being angry must have reminded you of your father growing up. He knew all that because he too, sometimes, had this kind of knee jerk reaction.

But you felt sick to your stomach. It wasn’t intentional, but it made you look like you believed he would’ve hit you, and rationally you knew he wouldn’t do that. But your stupid body did.

You avoided Max and walked away as fast as you could.

Back in the hotel you just packed your bags and left, going straight to the airport to fly back to Monaco. You were exhausted by the time you made it home, but you still took a shower and cried a couple of tears under the streaming water.

In bed, you tried to convince yourself this ending for your fling with them was for the best. It was too complicated anyway.

And you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t miss the feel of Max’s lips against your neck, or the feel of your hands pulling Charles’ hair softly. Or the way Charles used to mumble French mindlessly whenever he was concentrating on something. Or how often Max would do his maxplaining with his vast knowledge of the most random topics.

Your body was so tired but your mind just did not shut off.

You were a couple of hours into staring at the ceiling when the doorbell rang. Carefully, you went there, it was the middle of the night, so you checked the door camera to see both Max and Charles by the door.

Slowly, you opened to them. You swallowed, waiting for them to say something. You felt so vulnerable, this knot in your stomach had been tormenting you since the day they walked away.

“I’m- we’re really sorry,” Max started.

“For ignoring you and mistreating you and never once giving you the chance to explain your side,” Charles took a small step inside.

It was like a dam broke, and you ran into their embrace, sobbing. All three of you hugged, Charles with a comforting hand on your back and Max kissing the side of your head. They patiently waited for you to calm down, and then closed the door and walked you to the sofa.

“I missed you,” you murmured, holding Max’s jaw to peck his lips, doing the same to Charles, “I’m so sorry about everything.”

“Can we talk?” Charles asked, “you said it was a misunderstanding.”

You nodded, taking your phone from your room. You sat on the coffee table as you gave them your phone with your instagram profile opened.

“Check the comments on my last post,” you pointed and they sat side by side scrolling through it, the horror on their faces getting worse every second they kept going.

You knew the kind of comments you had on your profile. Hateful, hurtful comments. It had been that way since you made it into Formula 1.

“What a slut” “I bet there’s a reason why Charles hates her” “She never deserved that championship! #Retire” “Ugly bitch” “Whose dick she had to blow to get a seat?” “Overrated dumb whore” “I bet she tried to fuck her way through the grid, that’s why most of them hate her” “Max should’ve crashed into her harder”

It was nothing new to you, Kimi and your PR team had prepared you for years for this type of treatment. And you honestly had grown used to it, learning to ignore.

“This is disgusting, Y/N!” Charles exclaimed, trying to put the phone away, but Max snatched it back, still reading the comments.

“That’s just a regular Monday for me,” you shrugged, “I’m not trying to victimize myself or anything, but-”

“You are a victim, this is not okay!” Charles said.

“What I wanted to say is, I can’t risk us going public. This is what I face just for doing my job, and it would get so much worse if people ever found out. They already believe I fucked my way to the top, to them, we would just confirm their suspicions,” you felt Charles holding your hand for comfort, “it is very different for a woman. And I adore what we have, but I can't put you above my career and my dreams.”

Max extended his hand to you, and you grasped it, letting him pull you to sit between them. Charles kissed your cheek.

“We would never ask you to do such a thing,” Max said.

“I’m sorry we didn’t see what you are going through with the media and our fans.” Charles muttered, pulling your hair back with a hand, and holding your waist with the other.

“We missed you,” Max whispered against the other side of your neck.

In a couple of minutes they had you spread open on the sofa, Charles’ head between your legs and Max’s lips latched on to your nipples. They made sure to apologize orgasm after orgasm, cooing your moaning mess and kissing you stupid.

Routine went back to normal after that. You still didn’t name your affair and decided that for now, it was better this way.

With the upgraded car, you actually managed to pick up the pace and find yourself rising up the standings.

Silverstone was promising, being one of your favorite tracks, and one you knew you could win again this year. You did great both of the free practices, trying to keep your focus now more than ever, to get a chance at the championship again. There were specific races that you’d amp up your security team for safety, but Silverstone wasn’t one of them.

Qualifying day, you went to the track early morning, to meet with your team, talk about the results of free practices and your input. As you walked to your garage quietly chatting on the phone, you felt a hand on your arm, pulling you aside. You yelped, jerking around and you ended up facing the person. A man, and it took you a couple of seconds to recognize all the gray hair, but the evil eyes were still very much the same.

It had been more than a decade since you saw your father for the last time. Gasping, you took a step back to walk away, but he gripped your forearm, forcing you back.

Funny how fear worked, you hadn’t seen him for years, and you always imagined that now that you were all grown up, you’d be fearless, a big girl, brave and face your father head on. But it wasn’t how things happened. Immediately your fight or fight kicked in. Your eyes darted around, trying to catch someone you knew or someone from security.

“Let. Go.” You said, with gritted teeth.

“Is that how you greet your father?” He said, and you pulled your hand from his grasp.

“I don’t have one,” you spat, anger rising in your chest, hand in hand with fear. You wanted to bolt, to ban him from your life forever, to cry and shout all at once.

“I made you. I spent thousands investing in your career so you could be here, a little gratitude would be good,” he said with a fake smile, and it disgusted you.

“I’ll never attribute my success to you, you disgusting piece of-”

He held your face with a hand, pressing your jaw with such force that it made you stumble a step back. You gripped his wrist, trying to pull away but he pressed your face harder, pressing your head against the wall.

“Very careful how you speak to me!” He rasped, gritted teeth and all, “you little shit, you think you are better than me? I turned you into who you are! The least you own me-”

“I owe you shit!” You said, and spat on his face.

“I gave money and a house to that whore you called a mother-”

You snapped, getting a hold of the fear, and you punched him in the face, hard enough for him to get away and you get space to run. You took one single step when you stumbled into someone, and your eyes found Max.

It was a brief second between looking at you, looking behind you and recognising your father. Recovering from your punch, your father tried to get to you again, but Max stood between the two of you, pushing your father’s chest so he stumbled back. Charles arrived soon after with security, as Max explained that this man was to be escorted out and never allowed to come back.

“Chéri, are you ok?” Charles asked, seeing you taking a step back and leaning against the wall.

You nodded, trying to talk but your voice caught on your throat, trying to make sense of what was happening. Your legs gave in and you slid down until you were sitting on the floor.

“Amour, talk to me, hey-” Charles was worried, you were pale and shaking. Max also knelt down beside you, holding your face to try and see if your father had hurt you.

“Get him out,” you said, and Max nodded, going to talk with security.

“Amour-”

“Guys, there’s cameras around the corner!” Lewis showed up out of nowhere.

“I’m fine,” you managed to blurt, holding on the wall to stand up.

“Hey, hey-” Charles tried to hold your arm but you took a step back.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, walking away back into the garage.

Your mind was spinning, all over the place, and through text you told Charles and Max that you were fine and wanted to be alone. The qualifying was a shitshow. Your mind was completely all over the place, and even making it to Q2, you couldn’t go farther than P14, it felt like the car wasn’t responding to your commands.

You came out of qualy completely pissed. At your father, for showing up and ruining your good streak of races. At yourself, for letting him get to your head, for still giving him so much power over you. You walked away without a second thought, went to your room and kicked your boots off.

Press talk was another shit. You couldn’t pay attention to most questions, gave monosyllabic answers, and couldn’t explain why your qualifying performance was so bad compared to the rest of the year.

You just apologized to your team during debriefing, and silently acquiesced to whatever the strategy for the race was. Kimi had texted you asking about what happened, you didn’t want to talk to him just yet.

You were getting ready to leave for the day, when Fernando came into your room.

“I don’t want to talk, Nando,” you held your bag, not even bothering to look at him.

“Good, because I do the talking then. Go, sit down.” He pretty much ordered, his face stony and serious in a way you hadn't seen before. “What happened today?”

“I’ve got a lot going on,” it was all you said.

“Your father showed up, messed with your head and with your confidence,” Fernando said, with the certainty of someone who knew you really well. You wondered if the whole grid knew about your father’s presence today. You gulped. “Look, this is something you will master with time, but I’m going to tell you now. When you put your helmet on and get in the car, you’re a racer, nothing more. Your problems, your worries, they stay back and they never cross your mind for the entirety of the race. Out on the track, you’re one with the car, doing your best is the only thing that matters.” Fernando pressed his index finger softly to your forehead, as if he was quite literally putting it in your head, “Clear. Your. Mind.”

You sniffled, wiping the one tear that came down. Fernando’s face softened, but you knew he wanted only the best for you. And he was right. You kept giving your father this power. You handed him the power. You couldn’t keep letting him get away with it. This was the one thing you knew you were good at, your calling, your destiny and all your hard work. And you’d be damned if your father would keep a hold over your life.

“Clear my mind,” you inhaled, nodding.

You did your best to study your strategy for the day, to focus on what you could do to achieve the best result. 

Early the next morning, you went to the FIA, to request access to the camera footage to find images of the altercation between you and your father the day before. The representative you talked to was initially reluctant but once you told him what had happened, he was quick to help you. You explained that it was for the better that none of that came to light, and hopefully you could get your father to be completely banned from Formula One. The representative prepared a report and assured you that your complaint would be taken seriously and they’d work on the matter as fast and as discreetly as possible.

You went to meet your team and go over and over plan A, B and C. When you got in the car, ready to race, you still hadn’t talked with Max or Charles, and you were hopeful to catch them after. Attaching the helmet, you breathed in, slowly, remembering Fernando’s words.

Clear your mind.

You raced like there was no tomorrow, only thinking of the next turn and the next car you had to overtake, you didn’t think of who it was or when, you just did it. In the future, that race was going down in history as a masterclass in overtaking and taking every little opportunity thrown your way. The time passed really fast, and when you came to be, you heard Jace screaming in your ears that you had made it. You had made it to P1 and taken the checkered flag.

Your voice was shaky as you thanked the team and Jace on the radio.

When you left, running towards your team, they congratulated you and despite the great desire to run towards Max and Charles, who were on the podium with you, you somehow managed to find Fernando. You ran towards him, jumping in his arms, not even minding the way your helmets hit with a loud thud. He hugged you, removing your feet from the ground.

“Thank you! Gracias, muchas gracias, Fernando!” You shouted hoping he could hear you with both visors up.

He patted your shoulder as you had to run back to get weighted and to post-race interview. 

“Wow, I’m at a loss for words right now! You were a true Lioness during this race! Can you tell us what happened after the difficult Qualy yesterday?” Jenson Button was the one to ask.

“I was in a difficult place yesterday, and I’m very thankful for a pep talk Fernando Alonso gave me, that helped me get back into my jam!” You said, breathless, wiping sweat from your forehead, “I’m also grateful to my team for making the car that matched my energy and focus today!”

“And what did Fernando tell you?” Jenson asked, probably out of curiosity.

“Well, I can’t go out telling my secrets, can I? My rivals are all around!” You winked, and left a laughing Jenson behind.

In the cooldown room, where Max and Charles were already watching a montage with all your overtakes on a screen, you walked up to Charles, taking his hand. He looked a little concerned as you had agreed to keep your relationship private. Max joined, patting a hand on your back, and the three of you made a little triangle.

You looked at them with so much adoration, that it hit Max right in the chest and he wanted nothing more than to hold your face and kiss you silly. Charles held his breath for a brief second, being in the moment with the two of you.

“You were brilliant, today,” Charles muttered, low and hoping no mic would catch the sound.

“Unbelievable, Lioness.” Max also said with a discreet wink, then taking a step back and interrupting the moment.

That wasn’t your first podium, nor your first win, but something was different when you kissed the trophy and raised it to the sky. You felt like you’d taken back control of your life and your career. There was nothing that could actually stop you if you put your mind to it, and you knew now. You shitty father couldn’t squander your dreams when you were fourteen, and he couldn’t do it now either. You were so much bigger than him, greater than that pathetic man could ever be.

And you didn’t need him.

You had a mother that, despite not being there anymore, but she’d always be in your heart, a constant source of strength and faith. You had Kimi, who believed you when no one else did, who put his own hand over fire for you. You had Fernando, Seb and Lewis, your idols in this sport, and such good friends. You had Charles and Max, your lovers, and hopefully your future.

That night, as you were laying down in your suite, sandwiched between the two men that stole your heart, came the email with your renewal contract proposition. A five year offer, possible extensions, to make you the face of your McLaren.

You made love with Charles and Max with renewed energy, enjoying yourself and the feel of their love for you. It was just the assurance you needed to say the words.

“I love you. I love you two very much,” you whispered, running your hand through both their hairs, “I can’t promise much right at this moment, like a normal, public, relationship yet, but I do love you.”

“We know. We love you too.” Max whispered and Charles took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“We love you too much to risk you facing awful dangerous things just so we could call you ours publicly,” Charles agreed.

That year, you didn’t get a second championship as you had dreamed, but you proudly stood with your P2 trophy during the FIA’s Prize Giving Ceremony, your chest swelling with pride as you watched Charles’ beaming face with the P1 trophy.

There was some renewed sense of purpose in yourself as you held the trophy, and in your heart, this one meant just as much as the champion trophy you had gotten the year before. This year you had overcome all the demons that had controlled you for a long time, this year you had not only learned to live with the undying love for your mom, but you had also learned about new forms of love. You had somehow rekindled that love for racing, for believing you were the best and could prove it amidst adversity.

And of course, many adversities were still to come, but now you were sure you had in yourself the power to face them.

When the next season started, you had your eyes on the prize.

Even spending a great amount of winter break with your boyfriends, they were still your rivals on track.

You were fixing your suit on the pitlane when they walked up to you.

“I hope you know this championship is mine,” Max said with a smirk. You caught his playful tone fairly quickly.

“Well, I am the current champion of the world, so we’ll see about that,” Charles crossed his arms.

“Boys, no crying when I leave the both of you eating dust, yeah?” You added, biting back a giggle.

“Baby, go easy on us,” Max joked, and you shook your head.

“Never going easy on my rivals,” You added with a whisper, “not even when they’re my handsome boyfriends.”

“See you after the finish line,” Charles winked, and they both walked away.

“Hope you enjoy the view of my rear!” You said, and they left, laughing.

Always rivals, but much more than that.

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[aviscarrentals]

i want to play a (racing) game

a series of f1 fics based off of some of my favorite horror movies

charles leclerc- the shining

you, your boyfriend, and a bunch of friends decide to spend your winter break together in a giant hotel. what could go wrong?

max verstappen- it

after years away from your hometown, derry, you suddenly receive an urgent call from your long-forgotten childhood friend, alex, that leads to you returning to the very place you swore you would never face again

carlos sainz- a quiet place

after losing everything you know when the world fell into apocalypse due to the invasion of alien-like monsters with some very sharp ears, you find a new family in the other survivors

lando norris- scary movie (saw parody)

you wake up next to a stranger in a dimly lit room chained to a chair, which is bolted to the floor. luckily, the situation turns out to be more humorous than terrifying (may or may not be 100% based off of the jerma episode of generation loss LOL)

fernando alonso- freaky

you wake up in the body of a middle aged man. but not just any man. a man who also happens to be a wanted serial killer.

george russell- the purge

you and your best friend alex's annoying best friend, george, have to work together to survive the purge night (lily's also there)

pierre gasly- unfriended

you and your friends video call every friday night to hang out together. unfortunately, an angry spirit has decided it wants to spend some time with you guys as well...

mick schumacher- fnaf

after countless failed attempts, you've finally found yourself a new job! the bad news is, it's a night shift and you're scared of the dark. so, naturally, you drag your boyfriend along with you.

alex albon- child's play

when you and your boyfriend unexpectedly have to take in your young niece, you two struggle to make a connection with the little girl. maybe splurging on the cool new doll she's been wanting will fix that.

yuki tsunoda- final destination

what do you do when some random guy that you've never spoken to before tells you he's seen visions of you dying? what do you do when it turns out he was right and death is pretty pissed off?

oscar piastri- the menu

you and your husband have worked non-stop to build a successful, stable life for yourselves. you two really deserve a break. how about a fancy dinner on a remote island prepared by one of the most revered chefs in the entire culinary world?

ollie bearman- scary stories to tell in the dark

it's the final halloween before you have to move away from your hometown and your best friends since birth. hopefully you can make it a night to remember.

lance stroll- the cabin in the woods

you and your boyfriend decide to invite some friends to spend the weekend in a little log cabin in the forest as a way to momentarily retreat from your stressful lives. well you definitely won't be getting any rest this weekend, that's for sure.

logan sargeant- scream (aka yelp)

an eerie masked killer has made its way into your town and is slowly picking kids off one by one. who could it be? is there anyone you can trust? prologue chapter 1

liam lawson- happy death day

happy birthday! i hope you're excited because this will be the longest day(s?) of your life

sebastian vettel- the texas chainsaw massacre

it's summer, which of course means it's time for a roadtrip! unfortunately, you and your friends decided to visit texas, usa, where everything's bound to go wrong (because it's texas, usa)

kimi raikkonen- would you rather

desperate times call for desperate measures, although at this point desperate would be an understatement. so when the perfect opportunity falls right into your lap, who are you to turn it down?

jenson button- halloween

it's halloween! the spookiest day of the year. even though you don't bother participating in silly little holiday celebrations, there are some traditions you can't ignore…

mark webber- 28 days later

the world has gone to shit. even so, you're doing everything you can to survive, despite how hard it is on your own. maybe it would be better if you formed a team?

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[agendabymooner]

MASTERLIST: O-Z by agendabymooner

LINK TO MASTERLIST: A-N F1 DRIVERS by agendabymooner

LINK TO SOMETHING SINFUL (SMUT) MASTERLIST by agendabymooner (MINORS DNI)

note: part two of my masterlist!

legends/genre:

a = angst g = general fic hc = hurt/comfort h = humour

s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff

★ - newly added ♡ - favourite piece

esteban ocon (eo31)

the royal wildcard, smau: the british media's good at getting the juiciest details of gossip from the palace, but much to their dismay, princess albertine spencer followed the footsteps of her brother harry and had done an amazing job at hiding her marriage with a certain alpine driver for three months. (f, g, h)

the royal resemblance, smau: albertine ocon lived to give her estranged family something to talk about because of her physical appearance that could be confused with her mother's ghost. too bad, ditty ocon was born into the world with the same heart attack-inducing features.

ditty and estie greet the world, fic: diana 'ditty' ocon looked so much like her namesake but act more like her father with her shyness.

pato o'ward (po29)

caught 'em lacking, smau: diwa arellano is mclaren f1's social media admin. so what if her constant teasing of oscar bites her in the ass and accidentally posts something that could potentially compromise her job? meanwhile, lando and oscar laugh at her demise while pato finds it endearing.

sergio perez (sp11)

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

oscar piastri (op81)

lomi and the piastri fiasco (filo!gen z!ofc)

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

live tweets, japan and all that romance fiasco, smau: how oscar's podium win in the japanese gp led to the revelation of his relationship with carlos sainz's in-law, paloma. lesson learned: just call her "pal" then she'll spill the tea for the both of you easily (f, h)

lucky charms, qatar and all that romance fiasco, smau: oscar is quite a forgetful guy, he forgot to mention to carlos, his future in-law, that paloma was his sprint lucky charm. (f)

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco, smau: paloma moved to england a year after enduring a long distance relationship with oscar.

other pieces

12345sex, smau: oscar is secretly freaky and mercury nicoletta had to show him off at some point. ★

kimi raikkonen (kr7)

stop the world i wanna get off with you, smau: vera 'coppa' coppola-raikkonen is the only one who can make the iceman talk a lot. she's also the only one who can make the chatty versions of him as their three older children (romania, rooney and johann-lauri) make their presence known to the racing community. (f, g, h)

someone's dad, socmed snapshot: kimi being the coolest dad, a series. ★

daniel ricciardo (dr3)

rush series (x måneskin member!ofc)

honey (are u coming), smau: how lester alessandro got blocked by daniel ricciardo before meeting him in monza 2021. (h)

own my mind, fic: it took lester almost six italian grand prix races to come across daniel ricciardo once more. sure, she was hesitant to speak to him regardless of the fact that she was his fan but the mclaren driver was certain he’d rather cause a stir in the f1 community with her after his win in monza than celebrate his victory with a lot of people. OR the second close encounter between the two of the most unhinged people of f1. (g, h)

read your diary, smau: it's 2021 and everyone thinks that lester and daniel are dating. lesson learned: never underestimate a fan's investigation skills. (g)

mamma mia, smau: an interview with jimmy fallon gives a brief idea of how lester and daniel came to be. (g)

mamma mia (again), smau: a youtube playlist was created to compile clips of danny talking way too much about his beloved girlfriend (f)

gossip, smau: everyone thinks lester's only here to be a formula one girlfriend with a bad reputation. it's not her fault she's confident. (mc, hc, h)

kool kids, smau: lester and daniel are going to new york to see a musical... while babysitting their "kid" (feat. lando norris) (g, h)

timezone, fic: lester wasn't normally like this, but she's more than willing to pay twice the price just to get to the next flight to where he wanted her: his arms, her home. (hc)

if not for you, smau: messages exchanged between lester and others as she takes care of the wolff children and an ex with the poorest decisions to have existed. (feat. lando norris, max verstappen, charles leclerc and characters from a story) (f, g, h)

baby said, smau: many tweets are posted that they don't often mean. their fans thought that his marriage proposal was one of them. (f, g, h)

supermodel, smau: how not to cry when you're talking about the man who'd give you the wedding that you dreamed of? (f, g, h)

rush series: wedding special

london bridge, smau: the alessandro-ricciardo wedding week is nothing of a peaceful week, and the monday only proved that thought right. (feat. f1 drivers) (f, h) - wedding special 1

fergalicious, smau: the grid singles need to touch some grass… or in lando’s case, go swimming. (feat. f1 drivers) (h) - wedding special 2

l'azienda di famiglia (e le donnole dell'isola), smau + fic: the alessandro family arrived and lando and george found themselves alone with two of the sisters. (feat. lando norris and george russell) (f, g) - wedding special 3 ♡

rush series: mrs. ricciardo special

part of you, smau: mrs. lester ricciardo asks her followers what to get her husband for his 35th birthday. little did danny know, she’s already got one ready to surprise him (f, g)

when emma falls in love, smau: as her pregnancy progressed, lester ricciardo made sure that her sanity wouldn't go the other way as she posted a thread of journal entries talking about her pregnancy. (f, h)

slipping through my fingers, smau: beau ricciardo was his dad's carbon copy and his mom's little heartbreaker.

here comes the sun, smau: despite having a red bull driver dad, beau ricciardo - or "little par" - is converted to tifosi, thank god for his full-italian mother. OR lester ricciardo's one year old son and his chaotic dad attended a måneskin concert when the bassist returned to the stage after almost two years of absence. (f, h)

pocketful of sunshine, scenario: beau ricciardo turned one and what's a good way to show his personality besides from showing it in front of an irwin? ★

other pieces

leaked, smau: daniel ricciardo is a borderline blabbermouth. (filo!ofc)

when danny said, smau: daniel + sadie samuels = it feels just right. (country singer!ofc) ★

george russell (gr63)

his family and her lover, smau: eleanora 'nora' alessandro was more than happy for george's willingness to step up as her children's father regardless of how people poorly reacted on their relationship.

she's magic (youtuber!singer!ofc)

the multifaceted gf and her pets, smau: arabella 'ara' elgin is multitalented and her haters couldn't do much about it as she released a new song about her relationship with george.

carlos sainz jr. (cs55)

two worlds entangling (filipino!ofc)

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated), fic: no matter what cultural context and backstories, magda and carlos' souls were entwined into one all thanks to the languages of love that they shared. OR times when the spanish and filipino defined their love in many languages. (f) ♡

logan sargeant (ls2)

he's her lobster, smau: eugenia 'genie' newton + logan sargeant = mondler (h)

mick schumacher (ms47)

big mick energy series (x filo!ofc)

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try. (feat. arthur leclerc)

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie. ♡

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken, smau: for mick, there are only two words to describe his girlfriend's best friend arthur: a headache. OR arthur leclerc is a third wheel that mick always get on a fight with. thankfully, barbie had fair experiences with boys who are petulant and childish at times (kimi and seb)

barbie and the schuminis

mick multiplied, socmed snapshot: girl dad!mick that's all

the little schuminis, fic: 4 times when mick showed his devotion + 1 time his devotion paid off

lance stroll (ls18)

gotta be you, smau: bora mckinnon made her presence known in the paddock one year after lance broke up with her. now, they're all over the media because of his presence in her three birthday celebrations. the question still stands: are they getting back together?

diors and diecasts, socmed snapshot: lance stroll is sassy but so was his carbon copy. OR according to him, his son was a victim of the only child apocalypse. he also said that while buying his son everything he could get his hands on. ★

yuki tsunoda (yt22)

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

chaos family, socmed snapshot: yuki is a dad to the little mini yukis known as hana and shin.

max verstappen (mv1)

✿ to loathe and to love series - max verstappen x hearth sister!ofc (sylvie ford) ♡

to loathe and to love: extras (x ofc)

lost in japan, smau: just two lost souls (with a tour guide) travelling to japan to make up for the childhood they missed. (f)

the purple chronicle (x ferrari!ofc)

paint him red, smau: alfrieda 'dina' ferrari is the only woman who can mark him as a ferrari fan - and he was quite alright with that.

sebastian vettel (sv5)

sweet rich life series (x filo!socialite!ofc)

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

sweetest spoiled sons, smau: sebastian was a father to not only two- but THREE kids. OR stefan vettel is the newest addition in the vettel household after years of trying and it's safe to say that everyone welcomed this news with open arms. (f)

crazy rich and famous, smau: the vettel couple stepped up to address the scrutiny that their children faced OR sebastian activated his instagram account just so he could show his masterpiece: photographs that he took of his wife for their anniversary.

seb's best girl, scenarios (x daughter!ofc)

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

one, enter barbie: fifteen-year-old barbie blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

two, meeting mick in malaysia: barbie was brought to her first race ever and had met her newest best friends there. it was obvious that she and mick schumacher would get stuck to the hips after their first meeting.

mark webber (mw2)

the problem with following orders, smau: lydia 'liddy' vettel was what everyone considered 'a revenge best served cold.' of course that was a joke, it wasn't entirely either of their fault they were too drawn at each other. (g, h) ♡

toto wolff

✿ colour me your colour series masterlist - toto wolff x hearth sister!ofc (tilly marie hearth) series

colour me your colour: extras (x ofc)

the paddock's resident it girl, smau: besides from owning three of mercedes' competitors in the track and being the mercedes team principal's wife, she's also known as the cool girl of the paddock for her taste in fashion and husband. (f)

the paddock's lucky husband, smau: with him being spoon-fed with love from his children and wife, toto really couldn't ask for more. OR tilly wolff liked to talk about fashion but her family? she might as well write a whole book about them. (f)

the paddock's resident menace and the dame, smau: tilly wolff was presented with a damehood and her daughter tia, the girl who tends to act on her mischievous way (all thanks to toto), celebrated her 7th birthday during the silverstone gp week. fans recall her best moments in sky sports and media overall.

the paddock's iconic team owners, smau: toto and tilly wolff are considered the king and the queen of formula one for a good reason.

the arrow and the bull speared through the hearth, fic: tia wolff learned a lot from her papa and uncle christian, and tilly had to teach them a lesson too. (h)

the paddock's drive to survive, smau: in which, toto's wife tilly became a part of the season six of the netflix series 'drive to survive'. OR everyone believed her to be a part of big controversies in the formula one season of 2023. ★

#tbt, socmed snapshot: too many throwbacks, so little time. ★

many sommers with you (x supermodel!ofc)

twentieth sommer of love, smau: toto wolff celebrated his 20 years of marriage with his childhood friend/wife and their four kids. OR everyone wondered why irish sommer was referred to as 'the bitch of the runway.'

f1 drivers (general / multiple pairing)

✿ 9 to 5 series masterlist - f1 grid x ofc (lester alessandro) ft. fictional wolff kids

too much caring, smau, sv5 + jb22: kpop idol juno was assumed to have cheated on retired driver jenson button with his best mate sebastian vettel. oh how wrong those people were... ★

#formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one smau #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula one fanfiction #formula one au #formula one masterlist #formula 1 masterlist #f1 masterlist #f1 series #formula one series

[keepthedelta]

in honour of ron dennis being knighted, here is a non-exhaustive list of my favourite ron dennis insanity moments:

ronspeak – the existence of his own ultra-corporate, long-winded, information free method of communication that f1 journalists dubbed ronspeak and still make jokes about to this day

refusing to be blackmailed by fernando alonso over spygate, going to max mosely and bernie eccleston to confess about it, earning mclaren the largest fine in sporting history (not just f1) almost entirely because they didn’t like him

his insistence on everything at mclaren being painted in grey, white, or silver, including the cars. former employees have genuinely used the word “orwellian” to describe it, as well as comparing it to Metropolis, the 1927 german sci-fi about class inequality where the workers live underground

the time he used a mechanic as an arm rest whilst yelling at kimi raikkonen before the disaster that was the 2005 us grand prix

getting so angry at adrian newey for secretly having his office repainted to be less suicide inducing (something adrian newey has actually said) that newey legitimately thought he was going to have a heart attack

trying to prevent mclaren employees from having tea, coffee, and even water at their desks. he only relented when someone pointed out that it probably wasn’t legal to prevent workers from drinking water

hiring fernando alonso, having him bribe mechanics and engineers, speak openly in emails about spygate, attempt to blackmail him over spygate, nearly cause an aneurysm by eating a peach messily, part ways with him, and then hire him AGAIN, less than a decade later just for him to publically criticise the car and the team’s partnerships

banning personal effects from workers’ desks in mclaren headquarters, eventually allowing a single family photograph on the condition that it was stored in a drawer overnight

congratulations ron dennis you strange, strange man

#ron dennis #f1 lore

[salford-blues]

Further background

A/n: I haven't got a clue what is going on half of the time, so if you look at my page and think ''woooow look at this shit show''... yh I've had tumblr for over 5 years now and I'm still trying to navigate it lol

Also, I didn't realise how long it would take me to make an insta template. I'm so slow with technology it's unbelievable

Anyway, this is some further background to our driver!reader

Loves to dye her hair (I think a lot of this is just me projecting)

Like she's dyed her hair every colour under the sun

Quite small - she's probably around 5'2

Has pierced ears. Three piercings on each side.

A cat girlie. She has four. And other pets (guys, any suggestions??)

Lives with her best friend in her hometown.

Brought up by her father

Her dad, for her 6th birthday, gave her a Kimi Raikkonen signed hat and picture... from then on Kimi was her small crush and idol

Freezes whenever she sees one of the older drivers in the paddock (honestly same)

Loves causing havoc

Thinks Susie is an icon (mothhherrr), follows her around the paddock at any given moment

Would never do anything to make Susie angry

Has a weird obsession with The Muppets, Sunflowers, and bumblebees (see projecting)

Shares a social media account with her bestie for their trips together

Totally just best friends

A/n: Hi, it's me again. Do you reckon I should make driver!reader get together with another driver/someone else or keep her single?

Part 1

#formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x driver!reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x female reader

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london boy; lando norris

summary: five times people find out about their relationship and one time they tell everyone

lando norris x kaarina raikkonen

tag list: @faithm120601 @chelawrites

kaarina emilia raikkonen; the daughter of the iceman kimi raikkonen and marie de vos the angel of the fashion world, known as the ice princess of formula one, joined formula three at sixteen and winning the championship in her rookie year with prema and heading straight into formula two winning the championship her rookie year again in 2018, and then joining formula one in 2019 at 18 and signing straight with Mercedes formula one team coming from their junior team and coming second in the championship her rookie year, winning the WDC in 2020 only in her second year of formula one, she continued to come second in 2021 and 2022 in the standings but so far in 2023 she is breaking records and leading the championship miles head any competition.

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Zero.

November 27, 2022

Lando put his key into Kaarina’s front door to her penthouse, he walked in putting his bag on the front bench by the door and suitcase next to it, so he remembers to put it in his apartment later having choose not to stop by his floor first wanting to go to Kaarina first, he set his keys and sunglasses in the bowl on the entry table sliding his shoes off and putting them on the rack by the front door.

He walked though the entry way hearing the silence around the penthouse knowing Kaarina is still sleeping as the sun is not even up yet, as he chose to take a flight late at night instead waiting to leave in the morning to fly home.

Lando walked towards the living room before passing the kitchen and walking through the long hallway all the way to the end where Kaarina’s bedroom was and gently pushing the cracked door open seeing the tall window blinds being shut being sure to block the bright sunlight when it comes up, in the center of the bed was a sleeping Kaarina who was peaceful sleeping with something snuggled in her arms, and the white duvet cuddled around her.

Lando paused leaned on the door smiling admiring his girlfriend having not been with her in a week as the season just ended and they had separate things they had to do with there teams, he could feel the tension and anxiety release from him being so close by Kaarina again.

Lando knew he should go shower from coming off the plane but all he wanted right now was to cuddle with his girl and go back to sleep with her in his arms, He walked over setting his phone on his side of the bed and his nightstand that Kaarina had specifically had empty when Lando started coming over, he slighty smiled seeing the phone cord still there for him he plugged in his phone setting it on his table before sliding off his hoodie and socks throwing them on a large chair in the room before lifting the side of the duvet and sliding in the bed.

He stopped seeing the thing between her arms feeling his lips beginning to lift up, seeing the one of the many jelly cats he got her, specifically her favorite the croissant, cuddled up in her arms and she had on a LN hoodie that he knew was his as she liked the smell better of his better than her own and a pair of purple quadrant sweat shorts.

Lando gently scooted closer to her, making Kaarina stir before she scooted closer and naturally nuzzled her head into his side as her body began relaxing against him. Lando brushed his hand though her hair tucking it behind her ear, just as her eyes slighty flutterd open looking up seeing Lando, her eyes soften and her lips turned into a tiny sleepy soft smile, the smile that is one of Lando’s favorite as it’s he the one only for who will ever see it.

“Hi baby.” Lando cooed grinned at a sleepy Kaarina slowly kissing her forehead, Kaarina hummed feeling Lando cup her cheek and she nuzzled into the palm of his hand, her eyes slowly began fluttering back to sleep as she fell asleep quickly to the sound of Lando’s heartbeat, Lando not quick behind her, easily falling asleep with Kaarina in his arms.

Kaarina was the one who woke up a few hours later her head still tightly pressed against Lando’s side as his arm were wrapped around her, she could not stop the smile forming on her lips, seeing her favorite person home with her again, she gently moved her eyes around his face admiring him having missed seeing him, FaceTime and photos not the same.

Lando slowly began to wake up feeling Kaarina scoot up resting her head next to his and her eyes staying on him, he turned his head to the right leaning on the pillow opening his eyes looking right into the crystal blue eyes he loves so much. Lando leaned his head forward making his nose brush her’s, Kaarina nudged her nose against Lando’s before resting her forehead against his and closing her eyes.

Lando looked at the love of his life before whispering words quickly, “Let’s tell everyone.” Kaarina slowly opened her eyes hearing Lando.

The two been dating for over two years, and while they have never hide their relationship they weren’t really showing anything that would hint to it, not because they didn’t want anyone to know but they wanted it to just be them in the beginning learning each other and then they were just comfortable with it being private and kinda a secret, they have told family obviously and they both told their closet friend but they never felt the need to tell the world liking their private relationship.

“Yeah?” Kaarina hummed running her hand through her boys hair, her favorite curls especially when he lets them grow out.

“I just want everyone to know you’re mine.” Lando simply said relishing in the feeling of her fingers in his hair.

“Ok.” Kaarina agreed just smiling slighty.

“Yeah.” Lando perked up, seeing Kaarina nod her head making him grin more, He leaned forward kissing her slowly not caring that either of them had not brushed their teeth yet, before gently pulling back and setting a quick kiss on her nose loving how it scrunched up.

“We can just stop hiding it and let people figure it out.” Lando mischievously grinned knowing they both love messing with people.

“I like the way you think.” Kaarina grinned laughing slightly, before cuddling into Lando’s neck enjoying the quiet time between the two.

One.

Charles, Alex, Lily, George, Carmen

January 6, 2023

Carmen, Lily and Karrtina sat around the top deck of a boat as Kaarina showed different outfits and photos from recent shoots and upcoming events to the girls, when the loud sounds of the boys became louder and closer to them.

Alex, Charles and George walked towards the girls, Alex sitting on the larger chair scooting in next to Lily, George settling down next to Carmen on the couch dropping his arm around her shoulders and Charles sitting on a couch by himself having broken up with his girlfriend two months ago.

It was peaceful silence between the group just the sound of the water moving below them and the late night breeze, before they all heard the last pair of footsteps, showing Lando who walked over to the couch were Kaarina was sitting alone, and cuddled up into her side intwining one of her hands with his and her other running though his hair, as she relaxed against him.

Lando grumbled cuddling closer to his girlfriend making her look down as her whole face soften looking at him and her lips turned up, shocking the others even more as she is known to not love any physical touch and is not the biggest smiler, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t smile but Kaarina is more reversed to her self and a select few.

“How long how this been going on?” Lily gently smiled figuring it out the fastest, glad her friend has found someone she can be relaxed and happy with.

Kaarina looked up at the people she would call friends not that she would ever tell them that but felt comfortable answering them knowing it came from a good place, “Two and half years.”

“TWO AND HALF YEARS!!!” Charles yelped in shock staring at the two people he would consider some of his closest friends. Lando head lifted from her side sliding closer and resting his head on her shoulder instead, his thumb soft brushing the back of her hand, beginning to fiddle with her rings that he picked out for her today.

“Why didn’t you say guys say anything?” Alex curiously questioned looking between the two and noticing how calm the two were next to each other, and wondering how he didn’t notice it before.

“We didn’t hide we just did not feel the need to announce to everyone.” Lando explained, before he grinned slighty, “And Kaar wanted to mess with everyone.” Lando laughed as he said it.

“Of course she did.” George fondly chuckled, knowing how his teammate is, him seemingly the least surprised as everyone else, as he sees Kaarina the most and have seen her with Lando, the way they act towards each other and has seen her home screen which is a picture of the two smiling together with Lando chin on her shoulder and arms around her waist.

Lando just grinned proudly kissing his favorite persons cheek, whose nose got slight dusted with pink.

Lily and Carmen shared a aww look loving how cute the two were together already.

“I wanna see photos!!!” Lily smiled clapping her hands while Carmen nodded quickly looking at the two.

“Alright, Alright.” Karina fondly rolled her eyes grabbing her phone and opening it up to her camera roll heading to a folder of photos of the two of them together or ones Kaarina and Lando took of each other, she tossed her phone to Lily who quickly caught it and began looking at it with Carmen.

“So how did you get Kaarina to go out with you?” Alex grinned teasing Lando, looking at the two.

“With my great looks.” Lando sassed back with a smirk, Kaarina shook her head a small snicker leaving her knowing that’s not the reason, Lando who heard her looked at her in fake offence, “It is not?” Lando grinned teasing his girl knowing the real reason they got together.

“If it was i wouldn’t have said yes.” Kaarina snarked back, joking knowing she thinks Lando handsome but that is not reason she said yes to him.

“Ouch love.” Lando pouted as the boys were dying laughing.

Carmen and Lily gasped at the same time as they looked at the phone, Lily looked up, “That is so cute!” Kaarina raised an eye brow as Carmen turned the phone showing a photo of the two of them in a grass field with her sitting on a blanket and her legs crossed and Lando laying on his back and his head in her lap as he looked up at her and she was smiling looking at him and her hand was resting on his face.

“Oh, yeah it is.” Kaarina softened looking at the photo, it’s one of her favorite photos of the two and one Lando loves to look at because of her smile.

“It’s one of my favorites.” Lando chimed in with a smile not only is her girl smiling at him but the picture shows how she looks at him too.

“It is actually cute.” Alex smiled looking at the picture and anyone would eyes could tell the two loved each other a lot.

Two.

Lewis Toto, and Mick

March 19, 2023

Kaarina was curled in a tight ball on her favorite all black couch that’s in her driver room, she had a white and green flower fluffy blanket covered over her whole body that was a gift from Lando and she brought with her everywhere and the two use the blanket at home together so it has Lando scent on it, she had on her sand speedco hoodie on and the hood over all her hair, in her arms was a sun jelly cat from Lando, a heating pad on her stomach to try and help with the pain and cramps in her stomach.

Their was a knock and quickly then three following after making her know exactly who as the door and she called out a quiet come in, Lando opened the door frowning slightly at Kaarina hiding in her blanket before quickly shutting the door behind having snuck in the Mercedes garage with George’s help.

“Hi baby.” Lando softly cooed, walking and sitting by her head and slowly lifted the blanket from her head and gently brushed her hair from her face leaning down and putting four kisses on her forehead, “How you feeling my love.”

Kaarina answer was a pained groan and she brought her knees up tighter to her stomach.

“Is there anything that will make you feel better?” Lando gently asked always feeing hopeless when she wasn’t feeling good.

“Hold me?” Kaarina softy whispered. Kaarina being more vulnerable as she is in pain and usually she wouldn’t want anyone near her but she’s always been comfortable with Lando and never worried about protecting her self from him, and knows she’s safe with him.

“That i can do.” Lando smiled before gently scooting under her letting her whole body weight lay on top of him and putting a hand on her stomach where the heating pad is and gently massaging knowing they can help her when her periods bad. Kaarina slowly fell asleep to the feeling of his hand and the sound of Lando’s heartbeat. Lando felt her breathing slow down and knew she had at least a twenty minutes before either of them were needed. He slowly rested his eyes too and before he knew he was fast asleep.

Toto knocked on Kaarina driver door with Lewis and Mick behind both told by Savanna, Maya and George that Kaarina isn’t feeling well and they could all tell this morning when she walked in she didn’t look too great, there wasn’t an answer on the door figuring she was sleeping he slowly opened the door raising a eye brown as the scene in front of him, his number one driver cuddling with Mclaren number one driver, though he isn’t as surprised as he should be but he always felt there was something between the two.

Lewis nodded smiling looking at the two thinking they are so different but they probably balance each other nicely, and Kaarina is a great judge of character and if she is comfortable enough to cuddle and fall asleep on someone then there good for her.

Mick smiled he thought the two had something as she brought him on family trips but they acted like best friends he wasn’t sure if they ever became more but it looks like they have.

The three shared a look before slowly closing the door and walking out knowing they can still rest for a few more minutes.

Lando slowly woke up to a buzz ok his phone clicking it on noticing it’s probably a good idea to wake up her up, he gently moved his hand to her back rubbing it with his hand up and down, “Kaar baby you got to get up.” She groaned trying to cuddle closer and Lando wanted nothing more to stay here and cuddle but he knew they had to get up, “Cmon angel let me see those pretty eyes.” Lando cooed cupping her face with his hands. Kaarina slowly fluttered her eyes open making Lando smile and kiss her cheek.

She leaned up stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes, she slowly slid off Lando knowing he has to go to his garage, Lando leaned up as well kissing the top of her head, “I’ll see you in few minutes yeah.”

Kaarina nodded kissing his cheek watching him walk to the door opening and closing it behind him.

Lando walked out of her driver room down the hallway past a door that was open when he heard his name being called by Toto he turned seeing Toto, George, Lewis, Maya and Mick sitting in a room that had couches and a long table, he walked in slowly looking at them.

“Next time you come to see Kaarina you’ll be allowed in without sneaking it.” Toto calmly told Lando trying not smirk.

“What?” Lando raised and eyebrow looking between them all.

“They saw you cuddling Rina.” George simply piped in, enjoying the slight panic on Lando’s face when he turned around to look at Toto.

“Oh.” Lando realized they knew about him and Kaarina, he nodded, “Cool thank you.”

“Hey Toto-” Kaarina stopped mid sentence as she stopped in the doorway as she was walking braiding her hair but stopped seeing Lando stand in the room with her team. She turned slightly to Toto raising her eyebrow in question as she finished her fishtail braid and tied it off.

“Might want to lock your doors next time.” Toto explained seeing the questioned she was asking.

“Oh.” Kaarina just shrugged not looking bothered they knew, in which she wasn’t bothered she wanted them to know anyways, and she knew Maya already knew as she comes to her house on training days anyways and has seen Lando there, and both of their trainers know about their relationship.

Savanna, Kaarina’s personal assistant and a good friend of hers, came walking in with her heels clacking looking down at her ipad and a handful of stuff in her hands, she was grabbing what Kaarina is allowed to have before the race and was approved by her trainer Maya. She stopped in front of Kaarina handing a pain medication for her cramps and the pain in her stomach and head, few different vitamins that help her when she is on her period and a pre race smoothie, Kaarina threw the handful of pills in her mouth sipping the smoothie to swallow them down. Savanna seemed to continue to work on ipad before showing Kaarina a picture of her for approval to he posted on her stories, Kaarina nodded to the photo before turning to Lando.

“You probably have to go get ready.” Kaarina looked at Lando knowing they are getting close to race time and he a pre race ritual he does.

“Yeah, Later.” Lando nodded in agreement waving bye to the others in room, walking to Kaarina kissing her cheek before looking in her eyes and the two seemed to have a unspoken conversation with their eyes, leaving them both in small smiles before Kaarina gave him a small shove towards the door knowing he really needed to get going.

Kaarina closed her eyes feeling the teasings looks from the whole room, “Don’t say a word.”

Three.

Quadrant

August 5, 2023

The Summer break had just started and Lando and Kaarina had to do a few days at their headquarters for their teams filming and shooting a few things for summer break, so the two stayed at their house they have together in London right in the middle of the two factories, mostly during the season they don’t get a lot of time to get home to Monaco as when they have a off week they usually have to be at the factory so they bought a house together so they could be more comfortable and not have to stay in hotels as much.

Lando was having his Qudrant team come over for a few hours to film a challenge video and a few other videos, while Kaarina was out doing a photo shoot with a brand for the day.

They had finished filming their video and was done for they day so most of them decided to stay and they ordered in, they all sat around the large island in the open kitchen eating Chinese food, when they heard the sound of heels clicking, and Kaarina walked in with blue jeans with a few rips, a black laced tank, a leather jacket and heeled boots, her long blonde hair was waved and down.

Ria grinned waving at Kaarina as she’s become a good friend of hers, Kaarina smirked a little waving back. There was Niran, Max, Aarave and Ethan still there as well as they all looked up at the sound of her heels saying hello.

“Hey.” Kaarina greeted back walking over to Lando standing next to to him, closer to his height with her shoes on, she gave a look and he answered in a nod leaning down to kiss her cheek as she took on one of his spring rolls, happily munching on the food as Lando grabbed a box on the island he got specifically for her knowing she loves these, he handed her the box watching her open them and he sees her light up seeing her favorite potstickers and she quickly picked one up eating it.

Lando wrapped and arm around her waist leaning his chin on her shoulder wacthing her happily eat some food, he knows on shoot days they can be long and stressful and she usually doesn’t have time to eat or doing to much and doesn’t realize she hasn’t eaten yet.

Niran, Max, Aarav and Ethan went back to their discussion they were having but Ria was wacthing the two wondering if there was something there, she always thought they would be perfect together, she means they do own a house together and they balance each other out nicely, and as she watched Lando get food for Kaarina resting his chin on her shoulder as Kaarina fed him his spring rolls she knew right there they were together already especially when Lando leaned down and pecked her lips in what seemed like a thank you.

Ria squealed grinning as she clapped her hands, Max cursed flinching away as he was the closest to her well his ear was, “Jesus christ Ria.”

“Sorry.” Ria grinned not looking sorry as she was still looking at Kaarina and Lando, “Oh my god how long has this been going on.”

“What are you on about?” Ethan questioned looking genuinely confused, Max titled his head seeing Ria stare at his best mate and one of his closer friends and figured she probably saw them do something as a couple, as Max had known since ever as Lando needed help getting Kaarina to go on a date with him, and Lando’s his best mate.

“Kaarina and Lando!” Ria grinned answering the question, Ethan still looked confused looking at her for answer.

“There together you muppet.” Max rolled his eyes explaining it to Ethan, as he knew Kaarina and Lando were fine with people knowing.

Ethan looked at Max, then looked at Ria and then Kaarina and Lando, Lando who was smirking seeing Ethan be so slow, Ethan slowly nodded, “Ohhhhh.”

“Woah!” Niran mumbled suprised Lando and Kaarina are together, not that Kaarina’s ever been rude or bitchy to any of the Quadrant team she just is more reserved and likes to keep to herself, but he could see why it makes sense as Kaarina and Lando have been best friends from what Niran knows a lot time so it makes sense.

“Almost three years.” Kaarina answered the question Ria wanted to know leaning into Landos side more as his hand rested on her waist.

“Awww.” Ria grinned looking at the two.

“Try third wheeling with these two muppets.” Max jested pointing towards them, Lando was sliding his fried rice in front of Kaarina giving her look to eat, making her fondly roll her eyes taking a bite being thankful for Lando protective and caring nature.

“They can’t be that bad.” Aarav looked at Max for an answer. Max playful grimaced instead of answering.

Kaarina picked a piece of rice flicking across the island at Max’s forehead, “We are not that bad.”

Max looked offended once he realized what hit him in the forehead, as the rest of the people in the kitchen was laughing at Max getting hit with rice.

“Your terrible.” Max exclaimed, Lando just chuckled knowing they weren’t that bad, if anything Max was worse with his girlfriend.

A few hours had gone before they all left leaving Lando and Kaarina alone.

Kaarina had hopped up on the island awhile ago with Lando standing between her legs and her hand in his hair. Lando leaned forward letting his head rest against her chest.

“Are you excited.” Lando questioned against her chest relaxing at the the feeling of her hands in his curls.

“Very.” Kaarina smiled leaning down to kiss his head.

The two have been doing a lot of extra work with their teams and businesses, filming extra content in the first week of summer break so they could spend two weeks off in Greece for a break just the two of them, and to celebrate there upcoming three years together.

Lando lifted his head cupping her face with both of her hand smiling as he leaned closer to her face, “Good.” He pressed their lips together feeling her smile into the kiss.

Four.

Max, Daniel, Pierre, Carlos, Oscar, Logan

September 3, 2023

Some of the drivers on the grid sat around a large table booth in the corner of a large huge club, hidden away from the blaring lights and other bodies dancing around the floor, empty glasses were flitted around the table as they celebrated there race from that day in Monza or was getting drunk to forget about their race, They also were celebrating Kaartina breaking the record for most consecutive wins ever.

Multiple conversations were being held around the table all talking about different things.

Lando arm was draped around the back of Kaartina seats as he leaned his mouth to her ear, “Dance with me baby?” Her eyes flickered up towards Lando, whose was pulling out his puppy eyes knowing they always work on her.

Kaartina fondly rolled her eyes before nodding making Lando grin brightly before he jumped up off his seat that was at edge of the bench and put his hands on her waist lifting her up before she could change her mind, Kartina lightly smiled as her hands landed right on Lando’s chest and she saw his mischievous smirk, before he dragged her to middle of the room as her fluffy ponytail whipped around.

“Did Rina just let Lando touch her willingly?” Daniel sputtered out in shock, Chalres and Alex shared a looked snickering, George smiled drinking from his glass, Max raised his eyebrow before nodding not seemingly that suprised, Pierre opened and closed him mouth.

Carlos titled his head muttering to himself, “You muppet.”

Oscar was nonchalantly drinking from the glass already knowing about the his best friend and teammate. Logan next to him having alreadly see the two together.

Lando spun Kaarina around pulling her close to him by her waist as her arms looped around his neck and her fingers threaded through the base of his hair.

Lando leaned down putting his forehead against hers, “I love you Kaar.”

Kaarina eyes soften and she mumbled back, “I love you too Lan.” Lando smiled brightly before connecting his lips to her as one of his hand cupped her cheek and the other squeezed her waist pulling her even closer.

Daniel jaw dropped looking at the two, Carlos looked genuinely surprised most likely with the fact Lando is actually with someone, Pierre just rapidly blinked and Max just kept drinking his drink.

Alex and Charles could not contain their laughter, the two dying laughing realizing they probably looked just a shocked when they found out.

“How long has that been going on.” Carlos questioned out loud, not thinking anyone at the table knew about those two.

“Three years.” Five voice all chimed in at the same time.

Carlos whipped his his head back at the table hearing Charles, Alex, George, Oscar and Logan all speak, surprising him as he thought, one no one knew and two how the two have been dating for that long and he never found out, “That long?”

Oscar nodded, “Yeah.”

“How have we never figured it out before.” Daniel questioned looking genuinely stumped.

“They kept it kinda private for awhile and this season they have been letting people figure it out.” George simply explained, understanding the two wanting to keep it private especially the sport they are in and the hate Kaarina gets as a female driver it would make since for them not wanting everyone to know about their relationship.

“Makes sense.” Max nodded he too likes the more private side of a relationship, his relationship is public but they keep many things private between just them.

Kaarina slid back into her seat Lando sliding in right next to her, they shared a mischievous look knowing the others probably saw them.

“I’m surprised you manage to keep it a secret that long.” Carlos was the first to speak looking between the two wondering how he didn’t see the subtle things between them.

“I’m still surprised Lando kept it a secret too.” Kaarina smirked knowing Lando is the worse at keeping secrets and was genuinely surprised they kept their relationship to themselves for so long.

“Hey!” Lando complained from getting teamed up on by one of his best mates and his girlfriend. Lando tried to poke Kaarina side where she’s ticklish but she caught his finger just in them giving him a warning look but all it did was making him grin and lean down and to kiss her forehead, He slid his arm around her shoulders letting her lean under his arm on his side.

Five.

Sebastian, Lance, Valterri, Esteban, Zhou, Yuki, Liam.

September 20, 2023

Kaarina had one of her hands on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with Lando laying on his thigh, The car was silent with the sound of August by Taylor swift playing on the radio, Kaarina lightly hummed to her favorite singers as she pulled in the parking lot, putting the car into park and shutting it off.

She grabbed her purse throwing the rental car keys into the bag grabbing her Christian Dior lip oil and about to open it when Lando gently took it from her hands, “Let me my love.”

Kaarina softly smiled watching Lando look so concentrated putting on her lip oli, one thing Lando loves to do is help her get ready, from learning how to use hair tools and do hair styles, to helping her get on a outift or zip a zipper, kneeling down to tie her shoe and he loves helping her with her makeup. Lando just loves being able to send time with his girlfriend and this gives him more time to do so.

“There perfect.” Lando grinned brushing back a stray hair of Kaarina’s golden blonde hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, her hair curled into the perfect curls wearring a black and slight red dress and a velvet black blazer and all black stiletto heeled boots, with a all red Christian Dior purse, “You look beautiful.” Lando smiled watching Kaarina purse her lips to hide her blush making Lando fill with pride knowing he can still make her blush after three years.

“I know you told me already.” Kaarina softly snarked back having Lando tell her at least ever five minutes.

“Good.” Lando grinned cupping her cheek and kissing her lips softly before pulling back making her try and move forward pouting trying to reconnect their lips, “Sorry love we’re already late.” Lando smiled kissing her cheek before she cupped his face and gently wiped off the lip oil that transferred to his lips, before turning around and getting out the car.

The two walked up the stairs inside the building walking towards the elevator and sliding in with the door closing behind them with only the two of them in the elevator.

Lando leaned in the corner of the elevator as they waited for it to take them up all the way to the top of tall building, Kaarina walked towards Lando leaning her chin on his chest looking up at him making him smile as he tilted his head to kiss her forehead as Karina fingers fiddled with his turquoise shark tooth necklace that she got for him, the two gently pulled apart when the elevator dinged and the doors opened revealing the view from the top of the large skyscraper and its restaurant on the top floor, the view over looking japan.

They saw the restaurant empty expect for one big table and noticed almost ever driver from the grid was there, the two saw Roscoe curled up on a bed on a chair.

“There they are.” Daniel grinned seeing the two walk in about twenty minutes late as he gave them a suggestive eyebrow wiggle making Lando laugh and Kaarina roll her eyes.

Sebastian stood up shaking Landos hand before turning towards his niece, who grinned “Hi uncle Seb.” He smiled pulling her into a hug being reminded so much of his best friend, her mother Marie.

“Thank you for coming.” Seb grinned as Kaarina nodded in response before walking towards the only two seats open and one seat was next to Oscar and Kaarina quickly sat down in seat giving Lando a smirk.

“Hey he’s my teammate.” Lando squawked out in protest as he sat in the seat next to her and Alex.

“He’s my best friend.” Kaarina snarked back making Oscar chuckled quietly. Lando fondly rolled his eyes.

The next hour was filled with chatter and conversation as they all got their dinner served to them, Sebastian who is in town for the race as well, invited all the drivers for a dinner after media day to talk with them all and see how everyone is doing.

Roscoe woke up sticking his nose in the air smelling a scent and jumping up and running around the table to Kaarina and hitting his paw on her chair making her look down seeing Roscoe looking at her she stood up and kneeled down in front of the dog shaking his paw before giving him pets, making him roll onto the ground on his back.

“Hi boy.” Kaarina smiled as she pet him, Kaarina always been a big dog person but hasn’t had time to have a dog or go get a dog.

Lewis looked up seeing Roscoe out of his bed and saw Kaarina kneeling down with his dog, Lewis smiled knowing Roscoe adores Kaarina and the feeling is extremely mutual. Kaarina stood back up and sat back in her chair as the waiters came out with dessert plates, as many of the drivers just raced in Singapore and have weight to play with so they can have a few cheat meals or snacks.

“Thank you.” Kaarina said as the plate was put in front of her a freshly baked warm double chocolate brownie with homemade caramel drizzle on top, one of her favorite desserts. Lando got the simple vanilla ice cream as he’s the most picky of all of them but Kaarina’s looked really good so he grabbed his spoon and snuck it on her plate and grabbed a put quickly bringing the spoon to his mouth.

Kaarina chuckled watching Lando try and sneak a bite she fondly rolled her eyes scooping a bit and putting in front of his mouth for him, “You know you could have asked and i would of gave it to you.” Kaarina whispered looking at Lando, watching him take the bite off her spoon.

Lando smiled simply shrugging his shoulders, “Yeah but i got you to laugh so i like my idea better.” Kaarina softy smiled trying to keep her cheeks from turning red.

Sebastian who turned from his conversation from the sound of his niece laugh saw her smiling at Lando, not even surprised knowing Lando is extremely special to her as she brought him many times to meet her family and when her mother was alive Kaarina would bring Lando to see her as Marie always loved Lando like a son. Marie always said Lando would be the one for Kaarina as he brought out a side of her no one else ever has.

Lando most of made a good joke because Kaarina and Lando were dying of laughter, the two laughing so hard attracting the rest of the table’s attention towards them, most of the table had barely see Kaarina truly laugh, besides a fake PR laugh.

Kaarina giggled leaning forward learning forward resting her forehead on Lando’s arm, as the two tried to catch their breaths.

If one of the drivers haven’t realized the two are together by now it was obvious watching the two, how they were in their own world, Lando kissing a kiss to her forehead as she easily leaning into it, Kaarina resting her head on Lando’s shoulder or arm, or maybe the way the two looked at each other.

No one had ask anymore questions as the actions spoke loud enough.

The night seemed to end quickly and before everyone knew it they were heading back to their hotel room, Lando and Kaarina stood in a elevator alone, Kaarina leaning her head on his arm.

“Think the rest of them figured it out.” Kaarina lips turned in a small smirk.

“For sure, there’s no way they didn’t.” Lando chuckled, the two having planned to let the rest of the grid figured out about them.

“Good.” Kaarina nodded.

“Good.” Lando smirked questioning her.

“Good.” Kaarina smirked back lifting her head from his arm and standing in front of him wrapping her arms around Lando’s neck and her fingers tugging on his hair on the bottom of his neck, She leaned towards him pressing her lips tightly against his feeling Lando’s smile grow as they kissed.

+One.

September 23, 2023

“KAARINA YOU ARE A TWO TIME WORLD CHAMPION!!” Lewis shouted happily though the radio, Kaarina brightly grinned as her hands shook happily around her steering wheel, she slowly slowed down the car going through through her cool down lap.

“Thank you, thank you everyone on the team, everyone back at the factory, thank you Toto and Susie, thank you George for being a great teammate and thank you Lewis i couldn’t of done this without you.” Kaarina voice calm despite being the opposite right now, her car parked in the number one spot as she quickly unbluckled throwing her steering weel on the side of the car quickly standing up and standing on her car throwing her hands in air listening to the cheers fill her ears and catching sight of her father standing proudly with a smile gracing his face, a site not seen by many.

Kaarina jumped off her car kneeling to her tire and resting her forehead taking a minute to breath, while she was ecstatic to prove everyone wrong a second time all she wanted was her mother to have been able to see this.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Lando who’s viser was up and she could see his crinkled eyes that were watery as he looked at her, Kaarina stood up and Lando hugged her tightly spinning her around. Kaarina rested her forhead through her helmet on his shoulder as his gloved hand came to the back of her helmet holding her steadily.

“I’m so proud of you baby.” Lando voice shook as he spoke quietly to her holding her tightly a moment just the two of them before everyone stole her.

“Thank you.” Kaarina whispered back before gently pulling a way before putting her gloved hand on the cheek of Lando’s helmet feeling the flash of cameras not caring, before she felt a poke in the shoulder and turned seeing her best friend grinning, as he came P3 behind Lando and her.

Oscar was the first person who she choose to be her friend, her first teammate and someone who she would consider one of her best friends and someone she knows she will always have in her life.

“Glad i got to see this one K.” Oscar grinned his little grin putting his hand out for their handshake they have had since they were 9.

“Me too O.” Kaarina grinned back leaning into the side hug he gave her, Karina turned to the barricade where her team was celebrating, she uncliped her helmet pulling of her balaclava, she jogged over to her father stopping in front of him.

“I beat your record.” Karina cheekily smirked nonchalantly shrugging.

“Good.” Kimi responded smiling at his first born pulling her head to him and resting their foreheads together, the way they two show they love to each other, “I’m proud of you tytar.” Kimi whispered in Finnish to just his daughter ignoring everyone around them, “And so is she.” Kimi knew his best friend is so proud of their daughter from where she’s watching over the two.

“Thank you papa.” Kaarina blinked back the slight wet in her eyes.

“Go.” Kimi gently shoved her towards her team and the other drivers who were coming towards her. Kaarina nodded before turning and jogging at her team letting her self be patted on the back and shaking their hands, she got to the end of the barricade seeing Mick, Gina, Lewis and Toto.

“Well done.” Toto smiled pulling her into a hug patting her back, “Your proved everybody wrong again.” Toto grinned, he’s always been someone who supported her career being the first girl to get to formula one, get a podium win a race, and win a world championship not once but twice.

“Thank you.” Kaarina smiled slightly enjoying the happiness she’s feeling, she moved to Lewis moving first and hugging him tightly, Lewis has been her biggest supporter and became a friend she relied on and he has helped her a lot to win this year, “Thank you Lewis.”

“No thank you.” Lewis smiled being glad to watch her gain her dream for the second time and being able to help her achieve it.

Gina smiled wider when Kaarina looked at her, “Look at you superstar.” Kaarina smiled at her bestfriend accepting her hug and letting Gina rock her back and forth.

Kaarina turned towards Mick, who was grinning widely and looking so much like her godfather in that moment, Mick moved forward tightly hugging her godsister, “I’m so proud of you Mila, So is dad and aunty m.” Kaarina grip tightened on her god brother.

Kaarina pulled away smirking in a thank you, turning around seeing other drivers out and getting out of their cars, George who came in fourth that race already had his helmet off and was walking towards her.

“Well done Rina!” George smiled putting his hand out knowing she doesn’t love touching but Kaarina just fondly rolled her eyes before pulling her teammate in her arms, not that she would ever tell him but he’s always been an older brother to her.

“Thanks Georgie.” They pulled away from each other, she turned watching more of the drivers come and congratulate her.

Before she knew it she had already been drenched in champagne and been given her trophy, been through her after race interviews and conferences.

She was back in her hotel before going out later that night, she heard the key card reader going off and knew who it was as only one person has a card to her room, she stayed in the comfy hotel bed with her freshly clean hair still dripping wet from her cold shower.

“Kaar love!” Lando voice called out as he walked through the entrance of her large hotel suite, he heard the sound of her hum walking into the bedroom seeing her laying in the bed he smiled walking over watching her eyes look over at him, he sat on the bed leaning on the headboard as Kaarina moved close to him settling between his legs and cuddling into him, as Lando made sure the blanket stays over her.

Kaarina’s chin was settled on Lando’s chest as she looked at him feeling his eyes on her, “Hi.”

“Hi angel.” Lando smiled caressing her cheek before leaning down and beginning to pepper kisses all over her face, over and over muttering how proud he is and how much he loves her, Kaarina laughed as Lando kept kissing a ticklish spot under her jaw, Lando flipped them over his knees spread over her hips as his fingers carefully dug in the spot under her ribs and peppering kisses on her face.

Kaarina’s face was softened with laughter as Lando slowly began stopping tickling her. Lando smiled happy to hear his favorite sound and see his favorite site, her smile. He pressed one more kiss to her forehead as one of his hand intertwined with Kaarina’s bringing it to his mouth kissing the back of her hand and kissing her ring finger that was empty but hopefully in a few years it wasn’t.

Kaaarina looked at her boyfriend making her decision, “Let’s post pictures of us.” Kaarina deciding she wanted to just post their relationship as most of their friends and the grid have found about them now anyways.

Lando raised an eyebrow grinning, “Yeah?” Kaarina smiled nodding. Lando pulled out his phone turning it on the lock screen a photo of the back of Kaarina’s head as she faces the waves on the beach and opened the screen to reveal the home screen a selfie of the two of them where Kaarina’s hand is squeezing his cheeks and her lips are in a full smile with teeth and everything, it’s one of his favorite photos as they both of smiling and their eyes both look so happy.

Kaarina reached her hand out to the nightstand grabbing her phone, the front screen the photo of the two of them, where Lando has a backwards hat on and turned away from the camera and Kaarina is kissing his cheek hiding her face as her braid is half over her shoulder, her home screen a photo of the two of them where Lando has his arms wrapped around her from behind as his chin leaned down on her shoulder and they smiled at the camera.

The two both picked out a few of their favorite photos and both got them on their instagram, tagging each other and then posting them at the same time.

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[aneunelpeunim07]

The song "Our Town" from the movie Cars just made me emotional.

I was listening to the song while checking my emails, when suddenly I got curious about its lyrics. It then made me think of Scuderia Ferrari, especially their progressive development in the mid-late 1990s, the dominant 2000s era, and beyond.

Long ago, but not so very long ago The world was different, oh yes it was You settled down and you built a town and made it live And you watched it grow, it was your town

Those lines made me think of how the dream team of Michael Schumacher, Jean Todt, and Ross Brawn (plus of course Rory Byrne, and other drivers like Eddie Irvine, Rubens Barrichello, Luca Badoer, etc) built the team for years before they managed to reap the fruits of their labor in the 2000s.

Time goes by, time brings changes, you change too Nothing comes that you can't handle, so on you go You never see it coming when the world caves in on you On your town, there's nothing you can do Main street isn't main street anymore Lights don't shine as brightly as they shone before Tell the truth, lights don't shine at all In our town

Then of course after the mid-2000s, it slowly crumbled down for the Scuderia. They had very talented drivers at multiple points, like Felipe Massa, Fernando Alonso, and Sebastian Vettel, and the 2010s also marked the return of their last WDC, Kimi Raikkonen. None of that immense talent in their roster managed to bring back the so-called Golden Age of the Scuderia.

Sun comes up each morning, just like it's always done Get up, go to work, start the day You open up for business that's never gonna come As the world rolls by a million miles away Main street isn't main street anymore No one seems to need us like they did before It's hard to find a reason left to stay But it's our town, love it anyway Come what may, it's our town

And now we're here in the modern era. We're left wondering if we will get to experience the euphoria of the Golden Age. Some are starting to question if the yearly "This year is going to be our year!" delusion is worth keeping. Nevertheless, the sentiment remains the same: It's our town, and we love it anyway. Come what may.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #michael schumacher #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #kimi raikkonen #scuderia ferrari #forgive my emotional ramble #JD_txt

[pxperplxnets]

lia alfonso character headcanons/facts:

-she has raging adhd

-shes pansexual

-also demi-gendered (she/they)

-shes argentinian

-her favourite colors are dark blue and sage green

-her favourite fruit is passionfruit

-she always watches argentinian football matches

-doesnt matter where she is, she watches them religiously

-sleeps either with one of ollies shirts or with her own oversized shirts

-her favorite animals are capybaras

-her favourite drivers of all time are michael schumacher and kimi raikkonen

-when she counts she always starts in english but changes to spanish when she gets to 13

-”eleven, twelve, trece, catorce…”

-i know thats oddly specific but i do that and i feel like she would too

-she kind of just forgets how to speak english sometimes

-this makes things very dificult when shes trying to communicate with ollie

-she speaks spanish, english and italian

-her favourite school subject is lunch

-cant do math for the life of her

-treid to be vegetarian but forgot she was and ate meat the next day

-she has a sister that is 6 years older

-she had a rottweiler called tupac back home

-she lived in the us for a long time before she moved back to argentina

-when she clips her nails she always skips one without realizing

-her favourite shows are new girl and adventure time

-painting has been her passion since she was very little

-she plans on going to art college

-her first job (apart from babysitting) was face painter at kids parties

-she is very conected to music even though she cannot sing

-she whistles all the time without realizing

-jak hates it

-”can you please stop whistling?” “*whistles aggresively*”

-her favourite singers are mac demarco, taylor swift and lana del rey

-she had a one direction obsession

-she likes to anotate books and normally makes them really artsy looking

-she has three stick and poke tattoos

-one of them is a tiny heart on her ankle which she got matching with her girl best friend

-the other one is a spiral on her shoulder

-and the last one is a j on the side of her finger

-j as in jak bc he would not leave her alone when she got the heart with her other best friend

-the plan was her getting a j and him geting an l

-he chickened out

-she designs jaks helmets

-she met jak because her mom was really good friends with his mom and they moved next to them when they moved to the us

-moving on to some headcanons about her relationship with ollie

-once they got together he asked her to design a helmet for him

-ollie once tried to read and anotate a book for her an failed miserably

-since she likes to wear really baggy clothes she steals his all the time

-first time she went out to track wearing his shirt he couldnt focus for the rest of the day

-her and jak jokingly fight for ollie all the time

-”sorry babe, i made plans with jak” “i told you i wanted to hang out with ollie today, you asshole” “stay mad hoe”

-always joking tho

-jak is not the only third wheel

-sometimes ollie third wheels them

-or lia third wheels them

-going back to lia

-she hates orange flavoured candy

-totally right to do so

-her biggest childhood crush was barracuda from an argentinian show called chiquititas 98

-never quite got over the fact that he had to leave the show

-she always paints her nails

-once jack got into a fight with another kid because he insulted her

-she is that one bitch with the two braids

-i am too its fine

-she wears glasses

-or wears contacts

-babe is blind as shit

-i cant think of anything else

-oh well she is the only one of my motorsport oc’s whos name doesnt start with an a

-annoyes me to no end

-we love her tho

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authors note:

trying something new to give you all some content and give you some facts about the girls.

Anyone in special that you guys want next? let me know!

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[princessringwraith]

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[chattahoochiecoochie]

A Different Man

Summary: Kimi Raikkonen abandons the Monaco Grand Prix after a mechanical failure to spend some time with his girlfriend.

Word Count: 2k

Translations: I google translated this shit, let my dumb american ass live. Kulta/Gold   Kultsi/Gold Lauranen/Added Suffix Implies Affection

A/N: I got the softest ask in the world for this. I worked out a few things and of course, I had to include everyone's least favorite oc, but you can still read this as x reader. Everything else I've written for Kimi can be found here. Cheers.

“And there goes Kimi Raikkonen. Lap fifty-one, albeit a pretty impressive race and he seems to be stopping, and there it is, on fire. The second and third man out now, Raikkonen along with Daniel Riccardo will be out for the remainder here in Monaco…”

Laura tightened her grip on her friend's arm. She was standing in the back of the garage with her friend Greta, and a few other mid level staff. The televisions were playing out footage of the safety car and though she’d heard Kimi’s familiar rasp over the radio moments earlier, her heart began to gallop at the sight of his car in flames.

Static came through the radio, followed by several curse words, and then finally, an angry sigh. More static followed, overwhelming the sound of Kimi letting out a stream of frustration.

“He’ll be fine, the safety car is right there.” Greta leaned down, craning her neck to whisper to Laura who was now visibly nervous. The words didn’t help. She watched intently as the smoke rose from the rear of his car, and she squinted when he finally moved within the cockpit, tossing out the steering wheel before climbing out after it.

“And that’ll be a long walk back to the Paddock for Kimi Raikkonen. No doubt he will be upset, I reckon everyone else at Ferrari will be pretty mad today too.”

“He’s not coming back, is he?” Greta looked at the screen, watching closely as the cameras followed the Finn down to the water's edge.

“Nope.”

“Right.”

The two women stared in silence, watching the screen Kimi continued to stray further from the trackside. Laura began to ring her hands. He’d have to answer for it if he disappeared in the middle of the race. She would have to answer for his absence, and for her own if she followed him. Girlfriend or not, she was still expected to have him on a leash.

A constant voice of poor reasoning and bad decision making, Greta spoke up. “I’ll cover you. Go. Go get him. I’ll guide you from here.” She pointed to the screen, knowing that without help, Laura wouldn’t find her way to Kimi on the cordoned-off streets.

“Are you sure?” Laura knew it was a horrible plan, she knew that she should buckle down and manage the headache, here, in the garage. “I’ll owe you one.” It didn’t matter.

“There goes Daniel Riccardo. You’d think he and Kimi would be making the walk back together but it looks like Riccardo is hitching a ride on the tow truck. Do we have Raikkonen on camera…There he is… still got his helmet on, has he?”

Laura slipped out quietly, ducking behind the pit crew that was scrambling to get ready for the arrival of Kimi’s car. Holding her breath, she pressed the phone to her chest and moved along the wall of the pit lane, walking quickly past each garage opening. Nearing the end, she broke into a jog, trying not to sprint as she crossed in front of Mercedes.

If she could just get across and make it to the water’s edge, she’d be home free. No one in the press was looking for a free shot of a wag, they were too busy covering the safety car and resulting yellow flags.

“Okay he’s coming down along turn ten now, wait hold on it looks like eleven.” Greta paused. “It’s turn eleven. Where are you?”

“Thirteen. How close is he to the dock, he’s right there, right?” She had a pretty good view of the boats lining the marina. It took a fair amount of running to get down to the waterside, but she was heading in the right direction.

“Close. You’ll just catch him if you run. Hold on, he’s turning back.”

“Where’s he going?” Laura looked around, searching for the indicators that she recalled from the year before. Dock ahead. She was so close, now was not the time for him to back track.

“He dropped something he’s heading back towards you. I think it was a glove.”

“The boats in between twelve and eleven I’m coming on twelve now, can you still see him.”

“The camera cut back to Daniel, hold on.” Greta sighed loudly into the receiver. “They're doing a wide shot of the Marina.”

There was cursing in the background, she could hear the garage roaring to life behind Greta. His car had arrived. People were looking for him.

“I’ve got to go. You’re right there. He was just passing turn eleven, you’re ahead.” The phone clicked.

Laura broke into a run, pushing her way down the waterside at a sprint. She wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long but it would put her safely ahead of him. She might even be able to cut him off before he hit the docks entrance.

There. At the very end of the dock, a burst of red fabric. A shock of silver hit the light, his helmet. Laura slowed her run to a jog and then cut herself back to a walk. She smoothed the front of her shirt and began to fidget with her hair. He was only fifty yards away now. Spotting his yacht, she cut away from a crowd of people standing in the middle of the dock and made for the ramp leading up to the deck.

“Laura?”

“Thought you’d be able to get away from me?” She smirked, cocking her hip to the side as she stood in front of the ramp, blocking his path. “Come on Iceman, I need a beer.”

People on the dock around them seemed to be taking note of the man still in a racing suit and helmet, it wouldn’t be long before the cameras descended onto the marina. She held out a hand, taking hold of his before leading them up the ramp, into the private safety of the deck.

Leaving Kimi to get undressed behind her, she made her way to the bar, turning on the tv as she searched through the fridge for something cold to drink. “Beer? Champagne is probably inappropriate, no?”

There was a loud sigh followed by the sound of feet scuffing against the floor. Laura peeked up from behind the bar to see Kimi sinking onto a couch, his suit tied around his waist, helmet discarded on the floor.

“Kimi?” She called his name, wondering if he had already started to drift away from the day.

“I don’t care.” Beer for him then. She dug out two bottles, spotting an unopened bottle of wine at the back of the fridge. And wine for me, thought Laura.

With the bottles under her arm, she scooped up a bottle opener and a wine glass someone had left out from the night before. It donned her, as she grabbed the stem of the glass, that this was decidedly different from the life she had once imagined. She looked out at the deck, squinted her eyes to cut through the glare of the sunlight.

There on the couch, was her whole world, a man she’d just broken every rule to be here with. Different from the life she’d imagined, she wouldn’t trade it for anything. They could deal with the consequences tomorrow, for now, she’d run a long way to catch him, and they had a race to finish.

“Here.” She turned to her side, offering him the bottles she had stuck under her forearm. He pulled gently, trying not to scratch her with the caps. “So what happened out there? The radio went static after the smoke started.”

“That fucking engine…” He began to ramble incoherently, speaking under his breath. “…Always something…these fucking idiots.”

“There's a two week break now. You can talk to Maurizio.” She sat down on the couch next to him, twisting to sit on her knees so she could lean over onto his shoulder. “Did you see Daniel rode the car back on the tow truck?”

“Are you mad I came here?” He looked down at her, shifting his weight to get a better look at her face.

“A little. I had to run to catch you.” She laughed, pouring heavily into her wine glass. She could see him smirk from the corner of her eye.

“My poor Lauranen.”

“We’re gonna be in so much trouble tomorrow, I had Greta cover for us, but it won’t last.” She sighed, taking a swig from the glass. Laura held the wine in her mouth, breathing in through her nose before swallowing finally, another sigh coming out as she parted her lips to take another sip.

Kimi put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her off her knees and into his lap so he could hold her. He seemed distant, like he was far away in thought. “Maybe I should just retire.”

“And do what?” He’d be hopelessly bored, sitting at home with her all day, she knew that for certain. She wished he would retire sometimes. Maybe they could get away from it all and start a different life somewhere. They could run away, just the two of them. But he’d be bored in an instant. He was compelled by something neither of them understood, it would never be so simple as just retiring.

“Bother you all day, probably.” Laura giggled, pressing a kiss to his neck as she settled down in his arms.

“You’d be bored, Iceman.”

Kimi put a hand on her thigh, tracing the skin of her thigh, coming dangerously close to the hem of her shorts. Laura looked up, catching a smirk on his lips. “I’m never bored with you, Kultsi.”

Before she could get comfortable under his touch or soothe the fire he was starting in her stomach, his fingers curled and his arm jolted. Digging into her waist he began to tickle her, holding his beer high in the air with his free hand so as not to spill over them both. Shrieking with laughter, she writhed in his lap, twisting to free herself from his assault.

“Stop, baby, please!” Laura let out a shrill laugh, trying to fight him off with her wine glass, threatening to tip it onto his undershirt. He stilled slowly, his chest heaving as he sat back in his seat.

“One day we will go away. Just the two of us.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, hovering over her like he was sharing a secret. “I love you, Lauranen.”

“I love you too, old man.” Laura grinned up at him, a glimmer in her eyes as she goaded him.

Kimi set down his beer, taking back up his assault on her in a flash. With both hands he pinched and tickled at her hips, rough laughter spilling off his lips as she fought against him.

“I love you, I love you, Kimi!” Laura screamed, twisting into his chest, burying her face against the fabric of his shirt. “You’re not even that old!” His hands softened, steady on her like a threat, testing her.

“So mean, my little Kultsi.” Kimi leaned down to her once more, pressing his lips against her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered.

“Kimi—” Laura put a hand on his shoulder, pointing her chin to the television playing behind the bar top. “We’re on tv.”

“I don’t know what we expected from the Iceman but it wasn’t this, was it? Kimi Raikkonen ladies and gentlemen, back on his yacht. That's his girlfriend there…The pair of them seem to be quite cozy, must not be that upset I suppose. Seems awfully happy now, quite a change from just an hour ago when his car put him out of the race. My wife has the same effect on me, ha…Different than what I pictured, I’ll say that much…Yes and back to you Mark…”

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F1 drivers as songs in my playlist

Songs taken from some of my playlist. Not that deep fairly mainstream.

Psst psst they are clickable

Team Mercedes

Lewis Hamilton

Machine Gun Kelly - Hollywood Whore “I'm askin', when did pride and passion get mistaken for handouts and ass-kissing?”

Valterri Bottas

Halsey - Now or Never “Know I need you 'round with me But nobody waitin' 'round with me Been through the ups Yeah the ups and the downs with me”

Team Red Bull

Max Verstappen

Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? “I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?" Well, are you mine?”

Sergio Perez

Cage the Elephant - Night Running “We're on a night run Boy you better hold your tongue Talking like you coming from kingdom come Rhythm and reeling The feeling I'm riding The sound to the ceiling”

Team Mclaren

Daniel Ricciardo

Weathers - Happy Pills “I take my pills and I'm happy all the time I'm happy all the time I'm happy all the time”

Lando Norris

Lykke Li - Rich Kids Blues “I got the rich kids blues And they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through”

Team Ferrari

Carlos Sainz

Modern Talking - Cheri Cheri Lady “I get up and get down Oh, my world turns around Who is right? Who is wrong? I don't know I've got pain in my heart Got a love in my soul Easy come but I think easy go I need you so All those times I'm not so strong”

Charles Leclerc

Year s & Years - Shine “It's shaking the sky And I'm following lightning I'll recover if you keep me alive Don't leave me behind Can you see me? I'm shining And it's you that I've been waiting to find”

Team Alpine

Esteban Ocon

Foster the People - Coming of Age “You know I try to live without regrets I'm always moving forward and not looking back But I tend to leave a trail of dead, while I'm moving ahead So I'm stepping away Cause I got nothing to say”

Fernando Alonso

The Weeknd - False Alarm “Six inch long, 'bout three inch wide (She loves) Dolla, dolla bill is her only type (She loves) You love her but you'll never be (She loves) The one, the one Diamonds and the rings are her fantasy (She loves) She chase hearts with the Hennessy (She loves) You love her, but you'll never be (She loves) Enough, enough”

Team Alpha Tauri

Pierre Gasly

The Neighbourhood - Dust “All the lucky ones kept fucking it up Threatened our lives but it wasn't enough Didn't wanna sit down, couldn't listen to nobody So everybody went out of control”

Yuki Tsunoda

Jungle - Lucky I Got What I Want “I steal living Tell me I'm wrong Will I be forgiven If I wanna walk like you Swing it back when I want”

Team Aston Martin

Lance Stroll

Charlie Puth - My Gospel “I'd stroll into a bank and put a ski mask on And walk out with a million bucks Then I'd burn it in a pile out on your front lawn Just to prove it didn't mean that much I'd sell everything I own, take a pile of cash Walk into the casino, bet it all on black Then blow all of my winnings on a limousine To make out with you in the back, hey”

Sebastian Vettel

Hall & Oates - Family Man “He said, leave me alone, I'm a family man And my bark is much worse than my bite He said, leave me alone, I'm a family man If you push me too far I just might”

Team Alfa Romeo

Kimi Raikkonen

Depeche Mode - Strangelove “But when you think I've had enough From your sea of love I'll take more than another river full Yes, and I'll make it all worthwhile I'll make your heart smile”

Antonio Giovanazzi

Journey - Don’t Stop Believin’ “Workin' hard to get my fill Everybody wants a thrill Payin' anything to roll the dice Just one more time Some will win Some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh, the movie never ends It goes on and on, and on, and on”

Team Haas

Mick Schumacher

Panic at the Disco! - Vegas Lights “In the Vegas lights Where villains spend the weekend The deep end We're swimming with the sharks until we drown”

Nikita Mazepin

Lykke Li - Sex, Money, Feelings Die - “Baby don’t you cry, sex, money, feelings die, ladies on my right, sex, money, feelings die”

Team Williams

George Russell

A-Ha - The Sun Always Shines On TV “All my powers waste away I fear the crazed and lonely looks The mirror's sending me These Days Touch me How can it be Believe me The sun always shines on T.V”

Nicholas Latifi

Holding out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler “Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods? Where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what need I need a hero”

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what your favourite f1 driver says about you

in no particular order, here's what your choice in favourite driver says about you as a person

Pierre Gasly: you really don't care that sunflowers have become an overused aesthetic

Sebastian Vettel: you'd probably be into the MCU because you love things that are simple enough to not be a big deal, but then making them into a big deal anyway

Kevin Magnussen: you like to think you could have gotten into fights in high school

Valtteri Bottas: you have at least a part-time superiority complex and you know that's very cool

Daniil Kvyat: life has probably put you through some shit and you’re generally self aware

Romain Grosjean: you like to think you could have broken up fights in high school

George Russell: you should probably get into MBTI if you’re not already

Antonio Giovinazzi: if he specifically is your favourite and not actually a backup fave, you’re a dude living in italy. there’s no other possibility

Charles Leclerc: either you like Timmy Chalamet or you sometimes feel haunted that you pretend not to

Lewis Hamilton: same as Vettel, but about Star Wars, because there are more fights to have about pointless shit 

Alex Albon: you like vanilla ice cream and there’s nothing wrong with that. alex is a blessed man, a one-size-fits-all-your-love

Sergio Perez: you’re either a stable and calm person or your life is so inconstant that you crave stability and calmness

Max Verstappen: you’re either 1. dutch, or 2. a very patient and good person, and you’ll openly admit he’s a lovely acquired taste

Carlos Sainz: you’re a pretty loyal guy

Lando Norris: okay gaymer good for you

Esteban Ocon: idk bro do you even exist? if you do, you like Ben Shapiro’s vibes but your tinder says you only date guys over 6′2″

Nicholas Latifi: you want to think you’re open-minded for supporting someone unproven, but actually he’s just charismatic and you’ve fallen for a classic canadian

Daniel Ricciardo: you’ve either done a keg stand or you aspire to

Lance Stroll: you got lost outside hockey tumblr. they’re over there

Kimi Raikkonen: same as Lewis and Vettel, but about LotR, specifically the books, because you’re great with long periods of nothing going on

thanks fellas, have a good night

#we're all on the roasting pan tonight #all shade is intended to a certain degree thank you VERY much #there are Layers to this thank you very much again #fuck I gotta tag them all #pierre gasly #sebastian vettel #kevin magnussen #valtteri bottas #daniil kvyat #romain grosjean #george russell #antonio giovinazzi #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #alex albon #sergio perez #max verstappen #carlos sainz #lando norris #esteban ocon #nicholas latifi #daniel ricciardo #lance stroll #kimi raikkonen #formula 1 #f1 #f1 memes #formula 1 memes #fuck i tagged them all