#silverstone 500

[viper-motorsports]

Under threatening skies that have so far plagued this 2015 British GT Championship weekend, Von Ryan Racing managed to hold on with their N°12 McLaren 650S GT3 winning the Silverstone 500k.

#mclaren 650s gt3 #silverstone 500 #von ryan racing #silverstone circuit #british gt championship #2015 silverstone500k #2015 britishgt

[humphreyhippo]

20240428 - Colin's Rooster Tail

#original photography #british gt #silverstone #ginetta #silverstone 500 #colin white #british motorsport

[holllandtrash]

in you, i trust | mick schumacher social media au

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

after the it couple of formula 1 go months without any interactions, the fans start to speculate what's going on. there's no way mick and you are over...right?

wagupdatesf1

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wagupdatesf1 (ex?)Girlfriend of Mercedes Reserve Driver, Mick Schumacher seen with a man during her Cabo trip - pictures taken 14 hours apart

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orangelando "with a man" YOU MEAN DEVIN BOOKER

44hamilton how does she go from f1 driver and certified lover boy mick to a phoenix suns basketball player HOW DO THEY EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER

mickisbabyboy so does this mean her and mick are over...? 🥺

michschumacher added to their story

yourusername

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yourusername i'm doing better than i ever was

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schumyys only here to see if mick commented

boxboxpls remember when mick used to comment 500 heart eye emojis i miss those days

sebbymick am i reading into the caption too much or is this her fr announcing she's single

f1

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f1 Mick Schumacher is going to drive father Michael's @mercedesamgf1 W02 from the 2011 season at the Goodwood Festival of Speed! ✨

Now this, is special 🥹

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mercedesamgf1 can't wait to see it!!

formulafanclub sooo exciting!!! complimentary tissues better be given with each ticket purchase

wtf1jemma so if yn doesn't show up to the goodwood festival of speed then we know something's up

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1 Blimey! It’s British GP Race Week at Silverstone. ❤️🤍💙

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freepracticespls Y/N LIKED THE PHOTO THIS IS GOOD RIGHT

lewishamilton ❤️

lightsoutmick if y/n isn't there this weekend i will actually throw myself onto the track at lights out she HAS to be there

yourusername

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yourusername good vibes good friends good city

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whoislewis it has officially been 5 months since we got any mick content from y/n

formulanever no i think it's been 6

samgoesracing BESTIE ARE YOU STILL WITH MICK OR NOT

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yourusername

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yourusername As many of you know, I spent majority of 2021 and 2022 traveling the world with Mick for formula 1. Because of that, my life was put on hold. While I cherish those days, I lost sight of who I was. 

Six months ago, Mick and I amicably decided to take a break. While the decision wasn’t easy, it was what was best for both of us as we both were in transitional points in our lives. During this time, I have traveled the world, for myself, and started to journal what I learned from locals, friends and strangers. Early on into this journey, I realized that my experiences were something that should be shared as I know we all go through times times when we feel lost and unsure of who we are. 

‘In Me, I Trust’ is available now and is a collection of my stories, thoughts and advice. I hope you take what you need from it ♡ 

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dbook 10/10 stars

yourusername dev you're only saying that because there's a whole page dedicated to you dbook only a page??? i thought i had a whole chapter

slowdowninthepits SHE WAS WRITING A BOOK THIS WHOLE TIME!! sneaky sneaky

kissformick wait so does this mean her and mick are officially over 🥺🥺🥺 we really are children of divorce

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher worth the wait

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paddockbabes THE BOOK WAS WORTH THE WAIT OR SHE WAS

hamilgrussell IS THAT AN OLD PICTURE OR A NEW ONE I CAN'T TELL

0304mclarenss stop did y/n really send him a personalized copy im sobbing

ricciardoscafe "much like this book has found its way to you, i know my love will too" THAT MEANS THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER RIGHT?? RIGHT???/ SAY YES RIGHT NOW

yourusername

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yourusername in you, i trust

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mickschumacher did you re-name your book?

yourusername no that's the sequel, limited copies though, probably just for your eyes only

mcnorris all is right in the world!! mom and dad are reunited!!!

lovelylewis only y/n would write a book on being single and how to grow while being alone and then go right back to mick

formulanever i don't blame her

haven't done a smau in a while, hope ya'll liked it ♡

#mick schumacher x you #mick shumacher imagine #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher smau #mick schumacher instagram edit #mick schumacher social media au #mick schumacher instagram au #f1 smau #mick schumacher x reader #holllandtrash #mick schumacher x yn

[ham1lton]

sebastian’s angel.

pairings: sebastian vettel x actress!reader

faceclaim: lucy liu.

summary: when you start attending sebastian’s races, people speculate that perhaps you’re friends or it’s a pr deal for the company you’re both affiliated to. that’s until your instagram post sets the internet aflame.

— part six of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

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yourusername: newest covergirl of elle magazine. not too shabby right? we talked about my newest movie, my essentials, my f1 obsession and if i could keep that furry jacket.

user8: did u keep the jacket?

-> yourusername: yes! 😁

user1: omg queen of looking stunning from every angle.

-> user2: her JAWLINE 😩

user6: watched charlie’s angels and i think i had my gay awakening.

-> user7: real omg.

yourbffname: thats my gf y’all 😘😏

-> yourusername: love you more than heaven and earth <33

user9: girlie since when were you an f1 fan?

-> user12: worlds colliding. can’t believe my favourite actress is an f1 fan!!

-> hater2: i bet she only thirsts over the drivers 😒

-> user8: boy stfu. look at HER. if anything, they’d be thirsting over her. stay mad bitch!

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ham1ltonshaderoom: charlie’s angels’ actress y/n l/n has been photographed attending many f1 races recently. meeting fans in silverstone and now currently being in italy. rumours are swirling about a potential romance with an f1 driver, what are your thoughts ham1ltons?

user1: she could get a billionaire. i doubt it.

user7: i am hoping for it to be a contract thing because i want her to date cillian murphy. the chemistry in that movie was insane!!

user8: guys… she stated herself she’s just a big fan? why is everyone jumping to the conclusion that she has to be there for a guy??

-> user67: because why not.

user98: she was seen there with her charlie’s angel’s coworkers so maybe it’s for promo for the next instalment?

user72: JENSONY/N SUPREMACY 😩

-> user2: NANDOY/N SUPREMACY 😩

-> user94: USER98Y/N SUPREMACY 😩

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yourusername: sometimes, the nerd gets the girl.

user7: AHHHHHHHHH

user6: OMG? POWER COUPLE ??

user56: hard launch of the century my god.

-> user8: she said no posting until i get that ring on my finger and she kinda ate…

jensonbutton: gorgeous wedding! would have been better if i was the groom 😉.

-> user5: babe i’ll be ur bride 😍

-> user80: MESSY ASF 😭

yourbffname: seb rocking the stache. gotta respect it.

-> yourusername: begged him to shave but it grew on me.

user2: are u sure this isn’t a soft launch for nico? 🤨

-> user56: love seeing delusional people roaming social media. makes my day to know i’m not alone thanks 👍🏻

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author’s note: just wanted to let you know, in preparation for this smau, i watched a shit ton of sebastian edits on tiktok. i did that purely for this and not at ALL for my own personal interest…. anyways shout out to the girlies editing seb to sexyy red because that’s absolutely my niche. also shout out to the anon that wanted this fic, posted it just for u babe <3333

#jayde’s works ☆ #ham1lton 500 ☾ #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 texts #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula one smau #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel x y/n #sv5 x reader #sv5 fanfic #sv5 #formula 1 x you

[lovelytsunoda]

starstrukk // zhou guanyu

summary: there were many things that fred vasseur took on when he became the team principal of alfa romeo racing. the hardest task, however, seems to currently be keeping zhou guanyu away from his daughter.

or, the four times that y/n vasseur and zhou guanyu were almost interrupted by fred, and the one time that he found out about his daughter and his rookie

pairing: zhou guanyu x vasseur! reader

warnings: fred is in a constant state of disappointed father energy, there will be multiple sex or almost-sex scenes, so you have been warned. secret relationships, google translated mandarin. mentions of silverstone 2022.

author's note: this is pure crack. i came up with this idea during me real estate law test review when i should have been paying attention and just chose not to.

when y/n met zhou.

she hated parties. especially team parties.

there was no reason for her to be at the gala, and she'd told her father as much, but he wanted his family around him to open the 2022 racing season. and, as much as she wanted to protest, y/n vasseur was a daddy's girl through and through. she loved her father to bits.

which was how she found herself dressed in a cherry red gown she bought at melanie lyne for less than $500, the dress that she wore to all of these stupid events, with her forty-dollar skin-tone aldo heels on underneath, her dark hair curled in her apartment bathroom less than an hour before. the curling iron hadn't been hot enough, and her hair was already starting to lose it's shape.

she was sitting at the table alone, reading a romance book on her phone that followed an fbi agent and the woman he was sworn to protect. it wasn't the best thing she had read in her life, but it was better than following her father around and pretending to be interested in chatting with representatives from orlen and singha.

that was the night that she met zhou guanyu for the first time.

the driver looked like a deer in headlights as fred paraded the rookie around the room, brushing elbows with investors. valtteri was smart enough to slip away from fred at any chance he could get, but zhou hadn't gotten the memo. he was new to this. he probably didn't even know that there was a memo to begin with.

when she saw how miserable the driver looked, it was like something inside her changed. she knew well enough that she had had that same look on her face throughout every sponsorship event she had attended since she was thirteen years old. she found herself shutting off her phone and slipping it into her sequined clutch purse before she made her way over to where her father and zhou were talking to a tuxedoed representative from mitsubishi.

"hi." she cut in, introducing herself as she stuck a hand out for the rookie driver to shake. "y/n vasseur. has my father bored you to death yet?"

she felt a sense of accomplishment when zhou smiled at her, his hand heavy and inviting in hers. "not yet, but i think i lost a few decades since this whole thing started."

"oh, you and me both."

the first time fred thought something was up.

it was the third race of the year. y/n vasseur was sitting in a corner office in the alfa romeo motorhome, her thick hair tied in a clumsy ponytail, legs crossed underneath her as she hunched over her macbook, a ceramic hot chocolate mug rapidly cooling next to her as she narrowed her eyes at the pdf file she was reading.

she considered herself lucky to be allowed to work remotely. she worried about fred a little too often, and found herself accompanying him to a few races a year, not just for the atmosphere, but to make sure that her father didn't work himself too hard.

the office door slowly clicked open, something she barely noticed as she chewed on the end of her pen, music thrumming through the airpod in her right ear.

the door closed as quietly as it had opened, two strong arms wrapping her in a warm, comforting embrace as zhou guanyu kissed her softly on the cheek.

"don't work yourself too hard, bao bei. you've been stressed out all weekend. i'm worried about you."

"if anyone should be worried, it should be me." she joked. "my boyfriend is the one who's about to strap himself into a three-hundred mile an hour death trap".

she leaned back in her chair, looking over at the driver. he still had his arms around her, and she reached up to lace her fingers with his.

"have you eaten yet? i brought you a bowl of fettucine from hospitality." zhou hummed, kissing her forehead.

"thank you, baby." she said softly, standing up from her desk chair to properly wrap her arms around the driver.

her father still didn't know that she was seeing his rookie driver. she knew that frederic would overreact, and someone (likely zhou) would lose their job, and all credibility within the sport, especially given how high-stress everybody felt during a race weekend. she was planning on at least waiting until the summer break to tell her father.

"i love you." she hummed, kissing him softly, one hand gently carding through zhou's hair as he held her, his tongue moving softly with hers.

"i love you more." he hummed, cradling her body close. "my lucky charm."

"hm, yeah? i'm your lucky charm?" she giggled, pressing up on her tiptoes, looping her arms around her lover's neck.

"yeah, yeah you are." he hummed, kissing her again as she pushed him down onto the couch, halfheartedly looking over at the large tinted window to make sure that the blinds were drawn enough that nobody could see what they were about to do.

she kicked off her slip-on vans, straddling zhou with one knee on either side of his lap as she kissed him hard, grinding down on his lap, one hand on either side of his face. the driver clutched her thighs, moaning softly as he tilted his head back to allow the heated make-out session to take on a better angle.

"mhm, should i give you a little extra luck, baby?" she hummed, gently tugging at his hair before she kissed him deeply, one hand moving down his chest.

"mhm, yeah, how are you going to do that, angel face?" he breathed as she kissed his neck, hands fumbling with the buttons on his slacks.

"i can think of a few ways." she grinned, wrapping her palm around zhou's erection before moving her hand up and down his shaft, peppering kisses to his neck as she worked.

"oh, bao bei." he hummed, throwing his head back. "just like that, darling. just like that." he moaned as he bucked his hips into her hand, and she could feel the heat building up between her legs as she slipped off his lap, hand still working as she situated herself between his spread legs.

she smiled up at her lover, pressing a kiss to his thigh before taking his length into her mouth, hands braced on his thighs as zhou moaned in pleasure, biting his lower lip as so not to be heard through the thin walls before he mumbled something in mandarin.

"your mouth feels like heaven, baby." he hummed, reaching down to wrap his hand around her ponytail. "take it nice and slowly, let's not rush this."

he leaned back against the couch, another strangled moan leaving his throat.

until there was a knock on the door.

y/n had never sprung to her feet so fast, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with the hem of her cotton crop top, her lover's still-hard cock falling from her mouth as she looked over at the door.

"y/n? are you in there, kiddo?" fred vasseur's voice echoed into the room, panic sinking into y/n's bones.

"closet, now." she hissed, practically pulling zhou off the couch. "he can't know you're here." she turned back to the door as her boyfriend backed into the small closet, a throw pillow from the couch covering his painful hard on. "one second, dad!"

she kissed zhou apologetically before she closed the closet door, quickly giving her appearance a once over in her phone camera before opening the office door.

"hey, dad. what's up?"

"just checking on my beautiful daughter." fred vasseur answered honestly, pulling his daughter in for a hug. "are you coming out to watch the qualifying session?"

y/n nodded. "yeah, i need a break from my work. i feel like my eyes have gone numb from staring at that screen all morning. how are you doing? you aren't working too hard?"

fred shrugged. "you know how it is. have you had lunch yet?"

y/n nodded. "i had something brought up from hospitality, literally like ten minutes ago. i haven't eaten yet, though. when does qualifying start?"

"in about an hour. i'm trying to wrangle the drivers. you haven't seen guanyu, have you?"

"no, i haven't sorry." she wondered if she answered too fast, if her dad knew something was up.

if her dad knew that his rookie driver was hiding in her office closet. that zhou guanyu's cock had been down his daughter's throat not even a minute before she opened that office door. "dad, i hate to cut this short, but i really do have work to do."

fred cleared his throat "right, sorry kiddo." he looked like he was about to back away, when he paused. "do i smell men's cologne?"

shit. zhou's dior cologne had a very distinct smell to it, following the chinese driver around like a cloud.

"dad!" she warned, moving to close the door. "you have work to do!"

"no boyfriends in the motorhome, y/n! you know the rules!"

"goodbye, dad!"

at the sound of the door closing, zhou knocked on the closet door from the inside. "can i come out now?"

she opened the closet door, frowning sadly at her boyfriend. "hey. sorry about my dad. no boys in the motorhome has been a rule since i was sixteen. not like i ever had boys to bring in to the motorhome."

"it's okay." zhou said softly, kissing her on the forehead, one hand cupping the side of her face. "i know why you don't want him to know about us."

"thank you for understanding, guanyu. i love you, baby." she pressed up against her boyfriend to kiss him softly, her tongue slipping into his mouth before she gently bit down on his bottom lip.

"now, let's take care of that pesky little problem you've got down there." she hummed mischeviously, her hand sliding down the front of his boxers.

now fred definitely knows that something is up, but he doesn't know with who.

the sun was filtering through the sheer curtains into y/n vasseur's bedroom. she was curled up comfortably underneath the goose down duvet, zhou guanyu's arms wrapped securely around her, her head resting on his chest as she stirred awake.

"good morning, gorgeous." zhou hummed, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she nuzzled her nose into his bare chest.

"mornin'." she grumbled, pulling the covers up over their groggy bodies. "can i go back to bed?"

zhou laughed, running his fingers through her hair. "don't you have to go to work?"

she shook her head, hooking her leg over zhou's thigh before kissing him softly. "i'm working from home today. do you have to do anything?"

"just a sponsorship meeting." he hummed softly, kissing her again.

"so we can stay in bed longer?" y/n said hopefully, raising her eyebrows as she moved to straddle her lover, silk pajama shorts riding up on her thighs.

"of course we can, angel face." zhou grins, his hands on her hips as he rolled their bodies over so that he was hovering over her, his arms caging her to the bed.

he kissed her softly, smiles of contentment blooming on their faces. y/n loved soft, cozy mornings like these. mornings where she could lie in bed with the man she loved, feeling safe, loved and secure. days where they would be content doing nothing at all.

"i love mornings like these." she hummed as zhou softly pressed kisses to her face, the knotted drawstring of his sweatpants pressing into her bare stomach where the old band shirt she slept in had ridden up. "just you and me. no worries, no responsibilities." she giggled as zhou blew a raspberry into her neck.

"so how do you want to spend this free morning?" zhou hummed, his fingers teasing the waistband of her shorts.

"i can think of a few ideas." she said huskily, raising an eyebrow as she slipped one hand down the back of her lover's sweatpants to cup the globe of his ass within her palm.

zhou smiled, leaning in to kiss her sweetly, and deeply. "i like the way you think, vasseur."

she hooked her leg over his thigh, grinding against the ever-growing bulge in her boyfriend's sweatpants as zhou slipped his tongue into her mouth. she moaned in contentment, burying her fingers in his hair as the driver gripped her thigh tightly.

zhou's nimble fingers began to unlace the drawstring resting just below his lover's navel when her cell phone began to ring from the nightstand.

"motherfucker!" y/n groaned, gently pushing zhou off of her. "again, dad! seriously?"

zhou chuckled, sitting back on his heels. "how do you know it's your dad?"

"because my phone is on 'do not disturb' and he's one of three people that are on the greenlit calls list." she groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes.

her lover looked at her thoughtfully, running his thumb over the soft flesh of her calf. "do you want me to run you a shower, bao bei? that way the water is all warm and ready for you when you're done talking to your dad?"

"that would be great, love. thank you." she hummed, sitting up and kissing zhou softly before reaching for her phone. once zhou was safely out of her bedroom, she swiped to answer the whatsapp video call from her father. "hi, dad. why in god's name are you calling me at seven in the morning on a friday?"

fred vasseur chuckled, looking at his daughter's dishevelled appearance and the messy, crinkled sheets that she had pulled around her shoulders. "i was just double checking if we were doing lunch today or tomorrow. your mother tried to get me on that google calendar thing, but i don't think it synced properly with my phone and i can't find the lunch anywhere."

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes. "dad, that could have been a text message."

"i know. but i just wanted to talk to my baby girl."

"dad, i'm twenty-two years old, hardly your baby girl any more." she chuckled, running a hand through her hair.

frederic smiled. "nonsense, y/n. you'll always be my little girl."

she could hear the shower in her miniscule ensuite bathroom whistle to life, the rush of warm water a comforting background noise through the pale pink wall.

"y/n, is there someone else in your apartment? is that why you wanted to get rid of me so easily?"

"no!" y/n said, again, a little too fast for her father not to have gathered that there was, in fact, another person in her apartment. "i just turned the shower on before i answered your call. you know how long that the water takes to warm up in my apartment."

"babe!"

fuck me. y/n visibly recoiled when zhou's voice echoed through the apartment.

"what body wash did you want?" the rookie driver grinned, sticking his head out the doorframe.

y/n glared at him, hiding the camera from her father as she made a slicing motion across her throat to indicate that the driver should probably stop talking.

"y/n y/m/n vasseur! do you have a boy in your apartment? and is that a hickey on your neck?"

"i'll meet you for lunch at 1:30, the usual spot." y/n said hurriedly, grabbing her cell phone from the mattress next to her and reasdjusting the duvet that was wrapped around her shoulders so that her father couldn't see the glaring red mark where her neck met her collarbone. "we are not talking about my love life at any point today."

"no, i think it's good that you've found someone!" fred beamed. "is it somebody that i know?"

"no, dad. i'm not dating within the sport." she wondered if her father could hear the untruths in her voice. "but i'm not ready to introduce him to the dumpster fire that which is my father's workplace."

"do i at least get a name?"

"goodbye, dad." she groaned, hanging up before she flopped back on the bed, head in her hands as she fought the urge to scream.

the time he guessed but knew better than to say anything.

the silverstone crash had rattled everybody. but what hurt y/n vasseur the most was having to keep her emotion under wraps as she watched her boyfriend's car flip over going into the first corner, the halo dragging across the tarmac and the grass before tumbling over a tyre barrier.

as far as her father was concerned, her friendship with zhou guanyu was strictly platonic, and she was struggling to keep her composure. she needed to be as calm as every other person in the alfa romeo garage as she stood on the pit wall next to her father, nervously clutching frederic's arm and chewing on her nails to distract herself.

to refrain from shouting out, refrain from sobbing.

her lover was strapped in a tin death trap, dangling from his seat and pressed up against the chain link fence, and she couldn't show any emotion whatsoever.

when it was confirmed that zhou was okay, and he had been transferred to the medical bay, y/n finally allowed herself to feel the torrent of emotions that she had kept bottled up like the seashells and sand she kept in that jar on her mantel.

she made her way out into the paddock, still struggling to force her weak, cement-block legs to move, trying to process the gut-wrenching, straight out of tv moment that had just unfolded in front of her eyes.

the first few silent tears began to fall, and when she walked past charles leclerc, who grabbed her by the arm and asked if she was okay, the monegasque driver's voice sounding like it was miles away, she woke up.

and she let out the first heart-breaking sob as she collapsed against charles' side, still unable to find the words.

how was she supposed to explain that she had just watched the love of her life almost lose his.

"i love him!" she coughed out, struggling to stand on her own two feet as charles gripped her arms, trying to avoid making a scene. "can you take me to see him, charles? i need to see guanyu."

if charles was fazed by how shaken up his former team principal's daughter was, he didn't show it as he guided her towards the medical bay, allowing the french girl to compose herself before going inside.

her face was red and puffy, and it was clear as day to all inside the room that she had been sobbing just moments before. she waved wearily at alex albon, who flashed her a look of discomfort along with a subtle raise of the hand as one of the nurses conducted an ultrasound on his wrist.

she quietly asked one of the nurses where her lover was before slipping behind the thin plastic sheet keeping zhou's condition private from the rest of the wards.

"you scared me, jackass." she tried to smile, voice shaky as she tried not to cry. "i'm glad that you're okay."

"oh, bao bei." zhou's voice wavered. "come here. i'm so sorry for scaring you, but i'm fine, see?"

shaking her head, y/n slipped onto the hospital bed next to zhou, gingerly wrapping her arms around him before pressing a single kiss to the side of his head, balaclava lines still visible on his face. "please, never do that to me again."

"i'm not going anywhere, angel face." he sighed, turning his head to kiss her. "i was so scared. i genuinely thought i wasn't going to be able to get out of that car. if it wasn't for george..."

"i know, honey." y/n sighed, resting her forehead against his as a tear began to fall down her face, following the tracks of the many salty emotions that had spilled over before it. "i love you." she whispered, her lips ghosting over her boyfriends skin as she curled into his side.

the plastic curtain slid open again, and fred vasseur jokingly knocked on the wall before making his way inside. if he was at all shocked at the sight of his driver and his daughter curled up in the hospital bed, he didn't show it.

fred had been beginning to suspect something was up in his daughter's love life for a few months now. but if this breif moment in time was confirming anything at all in his mind, he chose to keep it to himself.

"hey, champ. that's one hell of a recovery you've made."

and the time that fred vasseur walked in on a very compromising situation.

the moon was high as fred vasseur steered the alfa romeo into his daughter's driveway. the team had just had a sponsorship meeting, a gala if you will, and y/n and zhou had decided that it would just bea easier for zhou to just leave his car outside y/n's flat.

of course, what fred didn't need to know was that zhou guanyu had just spent the weekend at his daughter's flat, and had really all but moved in with her.

"thanks for the ride, dad. i'll call you in the morning." y/n said, leaning over the console to kiss her father on the cheek before opening the passenger side door and slipping out of the luxury vehicle.

behind her, zhou slipped almost ghost-like out of the backseat, waiting for frederic to reverse out of the driveway before he allowed himself to slip his arm around his girlfriend's waist, the couple turning to walk up the cobblestone drive to y/n's front door.

as soon as the front door was closed and they were certain that they wouldn't get caught, y/n slipped out of her leather jacket, spinning barefoot in the front hall so the shimmery black fabric of her gown swirled around her legs.

this was a different dress than the one she normally wore to such an event. she decided to change things up this far into the season. and it helped that her boyfriend was sponsored by dior and prada.

"i'm not going to lie," she hummed, reaching for zhou's collar and undoing the first few buttons on the white silk shirt she wore underneath his suit jacket. "it's been very hard to keep my hands off of you tonight. you look very sexy in a suit, my love."

zhou smiled, sliding his hands gently over his girlfriend's waist. "well, clearly you are the only one who had that problem."

"yeah, what were you thinking with that under-the-table stuff?" y/n giggled, playfully smacking zhou's chest. "i thought for sure that dad would realize something was up."

"i was barely touching you." zhou laughed, "my hand was literally just on your thigh."

"yeah, under my dress!" she smiled, pressing up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. "i love you, zhou guanyu."

"love you more, y/n vasseur."

they kissed softly in the front hall, both parties finding it increasingly difficult to keep the kisses gentle and sweet as hands began to grip tender flesh tighter, hands fumbling with buttons on shirts, sliding up slits in dresses. teeth nipping at lips, tongues brushing up against each other, sharp gasps escaping throats.

zhou's suit jacket fell to the floor, his shirt hanging limply off his frame without the buttons to hold it closed, his lover's hands roaming his warm, soft skin as his lips dipped down to kiss her neck, backing her up against the kitchen island.

"zhou, honey," she breathed, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked a hickey into her collarbone. "i'm not wearing a bra."

zhou paused, drawing away from y/n's neck to look her in the eyes, a cheeky grin on his face as he brushed her hair behind her ear. "just when i thought you couldn't get any sexier."

he kissed her again, hungry and full of passion as his hand slinked around her back to undo the ties holding her dress together, watching the straps slip down her shoulders and reveal her perfect, beautiful breasts.

"you're the most beautiful woman i have ever met." he mumbled huskily, kissing her again as her hands wrapped around his biceps, his hands moving to grope her chest, feeling himself getting harder with every breathy whine she let out.

switching his focus to her neck, he slipped his hands underneath the glittery lace of her dress, teasing his fingers along the outline of her lacy panties.

"guanyu," she whined, voice shaky and desperate, bucking her hips against his slender, nimble fingers. "i need you so badly. i need you to fuck me."

"i've got you, bao bei." he hummed, kissing her forehead sweetly before tugging at the waistband of her panties, doing his best not to rip them but simultaneously not caring if he tore them in half.

the skimpy fabric fell to the floor, y/n's hands flying to the fabric covering her lover's very obvious hard-on. she undid the button holding his slacks together, slipping her hand into his boxers before palming his cock and guiding it towards the center of her spread legs.

he sunk inside of her, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she cursed in french, the end of the curse pitching into a moan as he began to thrust inside her, a deep groan leaving his own throat

"fuck, just like that, baby." she whined, throwing her head back as her fingernails dug into his shoulders, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping core, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body.

"y/n?" a heavily accented voice called from the front hallway, followed shortly by the front door swinging shut. "you left your purse in my- holy mary mother of christ!"

"dad!? what the fuck?" y/n screamed, jumping off the counter and scrambling to right her dress as zhou hastily does up the zipper on his slacks, turning his back to his team principal. "you can't just barge into my flat!"

"you left the door unlocked!" fred vassuer moaned, his eyes still closed. "can i open my eyes yet? are you both decent?"

"uhh, i think so?" she said hesitantly, panic flaring in her bones as she scrambled to kick her discarded panties behind the island and out of sight. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"you left your purse in my car." fred glared, passing his daughter the small dooney and bourke handbag. "i've known somethignw as up since silverstone, but seriously? on the kitchen island? you guys haven't been home half an hour yet!"

"i'm so sorry, sir." zhou pleaded, reaching for his girlfriend's hand. "we never meant for it to be like this. we were going to tell you once the season was over."

"were you at least using protection? or not, i mean, i'd like to become a grandfather before i die."

"dad!" y/n scolded. "can we talk about this another time, please?"

"i am so taking that ferrari job."

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man in black

summary: the color black is most often associated with power, something carlos surely has over you. pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader word count: 3.7k warnings: SMUT – oral (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving), praise kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex. minors do not interact. || google translate spanish & french, probably inaccurate descriptions of the weekend schedule. so severly unedited and not proofread. note: finally! the long awaited man in black, in honor of the black fireproofs from monza. to be honest, this isn't just dedicated to the black fireproofs, but also the amazing job he did in monza. his race craft that weekend deserves to be celebrated with terribly written smut. hope this was worth the wait (also full disclaimer i wrote the last maybe 500 words high out of my mind so i really do hope it makes sense)

Monza. It’s the weekend for Ferrari to prove they are more than the mistakes they’ve made throughout the season. It’s the weekend for both drivers to prove that the fans are right to have faith in them. Monza is the weekend that Carlos has everything to prove. 

But it’s gonna be a challenge when he’s forced to start all the way at the back of the grid.

“I don’t know hermosa,” Carlos mumbles, rummaging through his luggage on the bed for his outfit of the day. “I don’t know if this weekend is gonna be what I want it to be.” 

You frown, crawling out from under the covers and over to your boyfriend. You kneel to give your boyfriend a sweet peck before sitting back on your feet. “Don’t say that mi dulce. You’re gonna have a great weekend, a weekend you can look back on and be proud of… even in this ridiculous shade of yellow.” 

Carlos chuckles, watching as you pull out his typical Ferrari polo but in the shade you described as minion yellow. You grimace, shaking your head as you lay it down on the bed nice and flat, ready for him to wear. Your boyfriend presses a kiss to your temple as you do so, grabbing a pair of light chinos before stripping down and changing. 

For the first time since Barcelona, you would be accompanying him on the track all weekend. You have your reservations about preferring to only come around for race day, but considering that your boyfriend is taking a grid penalty in Monza of all places, you figure you’d step it up as the supportive girlfriend. You know that Carlos has been desperate for a win since Silverstone, craving the rush of being the first person across the finish line. And truth be told, you were also missing the sound of his name being announced as victorious. You can still hear Crofty now, his excitement as he announces that for the first time in Formula 1, Carlos Sainz is victorious. 

In lieu of being the supportive girlfriend and hardcore Ferarri fan, you made it a point to match up with the yellows of the team. Granted you opt for shades more flattering to your skin tone, and not so in your face, but still. You’re in a simple, yellow strapless dress and white sneakers. It isn’t long until Carlos is ready, his hat in his hand along with his phone, wallet, and keys all in different slots of his fingers. You hum softly, prying his wallet from his hands before dropping it into your purse so you can hold his hand.

“Gracias hermosa,” He mumbles, pecking your lips.

The paddock is swarming in red and yellow, the tifosi excited to see their two leading men and how they’ll fare over the next couple of days. You stay out of every photo op and conversation Carlos catches himself in as much as possible. Everyone is so kind, even to you, and it’s refreshing. You watch as excitement begins to grow behind Carlos’s golden brown eyes after every interaction. It’s almost as if his impending grid penalty is long forgotten. 

Even with the knowledge of him starting in the back of the grid, Carlos pushed himself and the car. He topped in the practices, showing the world that given the chance he could very possibly win this race. It’s after free practice three do you really see the adrenaline and determination coursing through your boyfriend. You stay in the back of the garage, Charlotte on your left, as you watch Carlos analyze the data on the screens. You don’t hear the discussions, or quite frankly understand what exactly they are looking at, but you can’t deny how good he looks at that moment.

His thick, dark hair is pushed back, holding its form effortlessly. His bottom lip is slightly jutted outward, his fingers against his chin while he listens to the engineers explain the final set of data before qualifying. His skin is so golden, even more so against the now black fireproofs. You thought the white got you going, the black seemed to be working on overdrive. You feel Charlotte’s elbow against your side, tearing your eyes away from your prince-like boyfriend. 

“Vous bavez,” You’re drooling. She whispers, swiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb before giggling. 

You roll your eyes playfully, feeling your cheeks heating up. “Shut up.” 

You turn back to face Carlos, who is already walking over to you with a sweet smile on his face. 

“Hey, do you want to come upstairs with me?” 

You nod, “Sure.” 

You stand up from your seat, telling Charlotte you’ll see her at qualifying and trailing behind Carlos as you walk up the stairs. You both get a quick meal in the cafeteria, then retreat to his room. You hum softly, watching as he pulls the yellow suit off his body, hanging it up on the door of his closet. He slips on a pair of gym shorts before joining you on his massage bed, chin resting on your shoulder to look at whatever it is you’re staring at on your phone. 

“How are you feeling about qualifying?” You ask, putting your phone down next to you and turning over to look at your boyfriend. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know. Optimistic… hopefully I get P1 so I won’t be so far back you know.” 

You nod, fingers reaching over to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his skin softly. “Anything else on your mind? You seem tense.” 

Carlos shakes his head, taking your hand in his own and pressing a kiss on your palm. “No, solo preocupado por quali… I think after it’s done I’ll be fine.” 

“Anything I can do to take your mind off it?” You mumble, your tone only slightly suggestive. You watch as a smirk forms on Carlos’s lips. 

“Tienes alguna idea?” Do you have any ideas?

“Tengo un par…” I have a couple…

That’s when you lean over, lips finding his own. The kiss is urgent, but gentle and sweet. You feel Carlos’s large hand rest on your lower back, pulling you closer against him. Your fingers find their place in his dark locks, gripping the strands tightly in your fingers. He groans softly against you as you tug on his hair. Carlos holds your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You don’t hesitate to grind your hips against his, your core meeting his clothed and semi-hard cock. 

“We don’t have a lot of time, hermosa,” He breathes, lips moving along your jaw and down your neck. 

You lick your lips, enjoying the feeling of the way he sucks the skin of your neck, how his teeth grind lightly as he does so. You pull away slightly, hands cupping his jaw as you kiss him hard all while you scoot backwards and onto your feet, Carlos sitting up so he doesn’t stop kissing you. You pull away, fingers quick to the waistband of his gym shorts. He lifts his hips, helping you yank the shorts and his underwear down to his ankles. You drop to your knees in an instant, finding your place between his legs. You look at his hardened cock, laying flat against him, long and thick. Your mouth waters. 

You lay your tongue flat against his shaft, licking from base to tip, before engulfing his dick in your mouth. Carlos throws his head back at the feeling, a soft moan bubbling from his throat. You bob your head up and down, hands finnicking with your hair to hold it away from your face. 

It must be a sight to see. If anyone were to walk in at that moment, they’d see an angel in a bright yellow dress, on her knees in front of a devilishly handsome man clad in black. It’s sinful, the way you swallow him, the lewd sounds of him hitting the back of your throat and the wetness of your mouth around him. You can feel Carlos’s fingers combing through your hair, encouraging you to release your locks as he holds your hair back for you. 

“So good to me,” He mumbles, tilting his head as he watches the way his dick disappears into your mouth. His heart jumps when your eyes spring open, looking up at him. Your eyes bore into his and he smiles smugly. With his free hand, he reaches down to wipe a tear falling from your eye. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” 

You moan around him, eyes falling shut as you take more of him into your mouth. You relax your throat, forcing his cock down your throat before swallowing around him. You can hear his breath hitch, choking back a moan. You do it over and over until your throat is raw, and your jaw is sore. You pull away, gasping for air as you spit in your hands as you begin to pump his shaft. You lower yourself, turning your head as you gently take one of his balls in your mouth, tongue gently caressing the delicate skin. Carlos groans, head thrown back. A string of cuss words, a mix of english and spanish tumbling from his lips. You do the same to the other, before finally taking his cock back into his mouth. You focus on the most sensitive part of his dick, sucking hard and swirling your tongue around it. One hand massages his balls gently, while the other pumps what you don’t have in your mouth. You quicken your pace, your warm wet mouth unforgiving as you pull him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

With a final knock to the back of your throat, he releases into your mouth. He is panting, hot breaths mixed in with a mess of moans. Carlos’s eyes are squeezed shut, forehead tense as he comes down your throat. Your actions slow down, slowly releasing his dick to swallow what he’s left in you. Carlos releases your hair, eyes finally opening to look down at you. A lazy smile is on his lips and he chuckles. 

“Too good to me amor.” 

You grin, standing up and leaning down to kiss him. 

Right on cue, there is a gentle knock on the door. 

“Carlos, warm up time.”

Carlos sighs against you, pulling away and ruffling his hair. “I’m sorry mamita I-”

“It’s okay Carlos don’t worry. You can repay me another time,” You wink, leaning down to peck his lips. He chuckles, nodding before standing up and getting ready to hop back in the car. 

Qualifying was as exhilarating and nerve wracking as always. You kept your fingers crossed for the P1 your boyfriend so desperately wanted. But at the end, Charles secures pole and Carlos qualifies P3. You’re proud none the less, walking over to park femme to watch the post qualifying interviews and the usual photo ops. And when all is said and done, he is walking over to you to greet you with a sweet kiss. 

“P3!” You say excitedly.

“P18,” He corrects, slinging his arm over you. 

The rest of Saturday goes by in a blur, Carlos being whisked left and right for all things Ferrari and you just tagging along. By the time you both get back to the hotel, sex and all other good things are far from your minds and sleep seemed to be the only thing all too appealing for the both of you. 

You’re on the paddock just before lunch that Sunday, a smoothie in your hands as you skip behind Carlos who is racing over to hospitality. You kiss goodbye and join Charlotte for a quick adventure around the paddock. Both of you try to distract yourself for the time being, the race not starting for another couple of hours or so. You both end up at Ferrari Hospitality anyways, eating snacks that the kitchen staff prepared for you guys. Charlotte attempts to teach you more French in the meantime, and you both even dive into some classic paddock gossip. 

The sound of footsteps pitter pattering tears you and Charlotte away from your conversation, the sight of both your boyfriends coming down from the third floor, already clad in those god awful yellow suits. They grin, waving you guys over to join them as they walk over to the motorhome. 

The tifosi are loud, excited for the boys in yellow to get on the grid. They are excited, each scream and cry for Carlos and Charles is filled with so much love and passion. You and Charlotte hang back behind them, arm in arm, watching your boyfriends wave and smile at the people who love them. And when you finally find yourself in the garage, you retreat to the back, watching the chaos ensue. Wheels are being rolled, engineers chattering about data and Carlos standing with Rupert as he does his final rounds of warm ups. 

“Good luck mi dulce,” You say, smiling up at him as he grabs his helmet. He smiles, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Gracias hermosa, te veo en un rato.” Thank you beautiful, I’ll see you in a bit.

And with one final kiss, Carlos walks off and climbs into his car. 

Carlos drove a phenomenal race. Every overtake had your heart racing. Your leg was bouncing, bottom lip between your teeth as your boyfriend inches closer and closer to the top three. He drove effortlessly, the overtakes were clean and in all honesty just downright sexy. How your boyfriend managed to move from P18 to P4, you would never truly understand but it made you fall for him even further. You can hear the cheers from the grandstand with each turn, each move he made. 

It was going perfect, and surely he was going to be on the podium. But then Daniel’s car retires and they are stuck behind the safety car until the end of the race. You hear the frustration in Carlos’s voice when the engineers tell him the news, and your heart aches for him. In the end. Carlos is stuck in P4. You watch as he walks towards the garage, waving to the fans all the while as he tries to hide the disappointment in his features. You stand right outside the garage opening, ready to embrace your boyfriend as he comes closer. Your arms wrap around him, lips pressing against his cheek.

“Lo hiciste muy bien mi amor. Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” You did so good my love. I'm so proud of you. 

His arm wraps around your waist, leaning into your kiss. “Gracias bebe. I have some media and meetings to do, why don’t you go back to the hotel now. I’ll have Rupert take you.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting baby.”

He nods, “Si. As soon as I’m done here, I’m going straight to you. Okay?”

“Okay… Te amo.” 

“Te amo baby. See you later.”

You watch as he saunters off with his media personnel, off to do his usual rounds of briefings and media. Rupert smiles at you and soon you are on your way back to the hotel. 

You quickly get comfortable, changing out of yet another yellow inspired outfit and into one of Carlos’s shirts. The sun is beginning to set by the time Carlos is waltzing into the room, black fireproofs still on under his jacket. His hair is propped in all different directions, stress clearly on his features as he drops his belongings onto the desk. You watch as he moves around the room, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. He walks over to you, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. It lingers longer than you’d expect, Carlos’s free hand moving to the back of your head as he kisses you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark, shaded with suggestion.

“Come join me in the shower.” 

It’s not a question, but a demand. You listen of course. How could you not, especially with how he is looking at you. You trail behind him, giddy and excited as you enter the bathroom. Carlos grins down at you, cupping your cheeks as he pulls your lips to his own. You can feel his smile as he kisses you, the way his hands move down to your hips to hold you flush against him. Your hands weave into his hair, gripping lightly. Carlos pulls away from the kiss, plump lips moving to kiss your jaw and down your neck. You look into the mirror, and the sight of Carlos ravishing you in his dark attire makes you moan. You could snap a picture of this very moment, you would. 

Your fingers fumble with the hem of those godly black fireproofs, pulling the fabric off his body before greedily running your fingers over his toned abdomen. Carlos does the same for you, lips immediately latching onto your nipple while his other hand massages the other breast. The shower is long forgotten as he backs you up against the sink and tugs your panties down your thighs. You kick them off before allowing him to sit you on the counter and dropping to his knees.

“The only prize I need,” He mumbles, kissing your clit.

“Only for you.” You mumble, watching as he admires your pussy. 

“All mine.” 

He presses his tongue flat against your center, licking agonizingly slow up your cunt before swirling around your clit. Carlos eats you out, like a man starved. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, pulling down right sinful noises from you. You are a whimpering mess, completely at his mercy as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Your fingers are once again finding their place in his thick hair, pulling him closer against you. Carlos chuckles against you, lips sucking on your bundle of nerves. A squeal bubbles from your throat, head thrown back as intense pleasure rushes over you. You don’t see the way Carlos looks up at you, his golden eyes glazed with lust as he admires the way he makes you feel. He pulls away, middle finger running along your slit before pushing into you. 

“Tan dulce, tan húmedo, todo para mi.” He mumbles before reattaching his lips onto your pink center. So sweet, so wet, all for me.

You can feel it, your orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach as he strokes your insides. Your pussy clenches around his middle finger, telling him that you’re close. Carlos obliges, adding his ring finger as he begins to fuck you with his slender digits. His tongue is unforgiving against you, fingers not giving up until you are moaning his name over and over, making a mess all over his fingers and chin. 

He stands up, fingers still buried deep inside of you, to pull you into another heated kiss. You sigh against his lips, pulling him closer as you kiss him with just as much fire. He pulls his fingers from inside of you, releasing your lips to lick his fingers clean of your arousal. You watch him, eyes hooded, lips curved into a lazy smirk. Carlos looked sexy before you, hair a mess and his fingers in his mouth as he licks your mess up. He releases his fingers with a pop, hands hoisting you off the counter and turning you around to face the mirror. 

You watch as he undoes his pants, pulling them down his legs and leaving him bare before you. You watch as he steps closer to you, the way his hands grip your waist as he stares at your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze, a boyish grin on his face at how the soft flesh feels in his calloused hands. He places his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you down gently against the sink. In one swift movement, and with no effort at all, Carlos pushes into you. You both moan at the feeling, how perfectly he fits inside of you. 

Carlos doesn’t move for a moment, eyes shut as he savors the feeling of your soft cunt wrapped around him. “Feel so good mamita. I’ll never get over how good you feel around me.”

And with that, he begins to pump in and out of you. His hands hold your waist, pulling you against him in a sinful rhythm. He starts off slow, truly allowing you to feel the way his thick cock stretches you out. But with each second, he begins to move quicker, rougher. His hips snap against yours, his cock slamming into you over and over and pulling such sinful sounds from you. It’s music to Carlos’s ears. 

“Who makes you feel this good mamita?”

“You. Only you.” You moan, staring at him through the mirror. 

Carlos’s hands grip your forearms, pulling your body up and against him. He hooks his arms through yours, and uses his free hand to grope your breasts. You feel his hot breath against you, panting and moaning as he continues to fuck you. 

“Te amo,” He grunts, pressing a kiss against your neck.

“Te amo.” 

His hand moves from your breast down to your pussy, fingers toying with your sensitive clit. You beg him not to stop, whine his name as he gives into your pleas. You begin to see stars, see the little black dots cutting through your vision as your second orgasm comes over you. Your moans are loud, coming from deep in your throat as you shake in his hold. Carlos is not too far behind, thrusts turning sloppy as he releases himself into you. 

He releases you and you fall over onto the counter. You hear Carlos chuckle, his lips soon on your back as he kisses your clammy skin.

“Estás bien?” 

You nod your eyes closed as you hum in response. 

You inhale sharply when Carlos pulls out of you. He turns your body around to sit you back on the counter, pressing gentle kisses all over your face.

“I’ll start us a bath.” You nod, opening your eyes to look at the love of your life. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Hiii, could i request a charles angst drabble like just very angsty and sort of an ambiguous ending too? maybe theyre in a secret relationship and theres infidelity involved. sorry if this is too specific, thank you thoughh :)) <3

forever ago – cl16

genre: angst, drabble

auds here... as thanks for 500 :) this a bit long for a drabble sry! some lines are borrowed frm a drabble i posted on my last blog. title from “for emma” by bon iver—a bloody good song imo. hope this does ur req justice, anon!

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I don’t know what it is,” you say, frustrated. “He hasn’t talked to me.”

Over the phone, your friend’s voice is slow and reassuring. “It’s probably nothing. The last race didn’t go too well for him, so he might just be shutting himself out.”

You nod, half-convinced, still staring at Charles across the paddock. You’re dubious, because if it was anything ordinary—if it was a bad race, a DNF, a crash—he’d shield the both of you from the rest of the world. He’s engaged in conversation with Pierre and Carlos, arms crossed over his torso, eyes crinkled with a smile. You try to persuade yourself into believing your friend, but deep down, you know it’s wishful thinking. Something’s wrong, you’re sure.

You purse your lips, swallowing the lump in your throat that doesn’t leave. You feel like the rest of the world.

He’s been ignoring you for a few days, limiting communication to intermittent texts that only come if you message first. You’ve exhausted every possible reason, but nothing works. You’re left to your own devices of wondering aimlessly for excuses. 

Nobody said pursuing a secret relationship would be easy, sure. But you and Charles had managed to pull it off for four years. And it wasn’t like anything was ever spoonfed to either of you—it was insanely difficult maintaining a professional journalist/driver relationship beside an intimate one. While some knew, it was still a secret from a good part of the paddock, let alone the public.

It meant sacrificing the better things of a relationship: sleeping in together, going on dates together, even holding hands. You resort to fleeting taps, lingering touches that look friendly. But you’re content. He’s yours, even in those moments. 

You blink, and you wake up cold in Silverstone, even under four layers of duvet.

You scramble to find Charles, and in the mess of the sheets, it takes longer than you anticipated. You kick your legs, but they only tangle. You even lift your head up, but find the duvet has totally engulfed you. You’re half-awake now, spent with the effort it takes to find him. You need to find him, even now, even when the sky is pale blue outside and you need to leave before anyone knocks.

Like always, he finds you first. A hand takes yours, pulls, and his strength causes the obstructions to clear.

You stare into his lidded eyes. “Je te tiens,” he says, voice deep, slurred, but reassuring. You nod, heaving a sigh, almost amused by your previous bout of anxiety. Why did you ever doubt yourself? It’s Charles, you think. He’s got you. 

You blink, and he’s far away again, across the paddock, distracted like he’s been so often lately. You rub the bridge of your nose, in a futile attempt to rid yourself of the dry pangs of pain there. You have a race to report. You can think of him later.

Turns out, the thoughts come sooner—just under an hour later, when you’re beside Will and using your phony reporter voice, reading off the fluorescent teleprompter text. “We’ll be inviting a few people to ask some questions on the live Formula One feed,” you say with a smile. “And our Ferrari drivers over here will get to answer some lucky fans!”

You gesture and turn to the screen beside you, still smiling. You’ll smile until your jaw aches. A fan comes on the air, a middle-aged man by the looks of it; his Texan accent permeates through the speaker and goes, “Hey Carlos and Charles, huge fan! Jus’ wanna ask, what is your favorite track this year?”

Blink, and your headache’s gone. You’re with Charles in his Monaco flat, legs swinging over the counter. He’s shirtless and cooking a grilled cheese. “I’m finally getting promoted next year,” you say, a fact you’ve reiterated about a million times tonight.

“Dunno why you’re surprised,” Charles says. “With your skill, ’twas just a matter of time, no?”

“Oh, ha ha,” you joke. “Don’t flatter me, it’s getting to my head.”

He sets the plate beside you, wedges himself in between your legs. You lean forward to rest your chin against his shoulder. “I love you,” he says into your neck. “I love you so much.”

And you blink, you’re holding your mic, Carlos is talking again, about how his favorite circuit has just got to be this and that, then the Texan fan is off the screen. It’s a few moments before the next fan fades into view, an excited and hyper teenager rattling off oh my god I love yous faster than you can count. 

“So this isn’t really related to racing,” she says, her accent distinctly Californian. “I just wanted to ask if it’s true that Charles has a girlfriend? ‘Cause, well, everyone saw him with somebody last night, and…”

The world spins slowly then, when you’re staring at the screen, listening to her voice. You try to blink and distract yourself but it doesn’t work. You keep smiling. You blink. It doesn’t work. You wonder why it doesn’t work. You wonder why you have to face this on air. You wonder why you can’t blink and be gone, if just for a minute.

Above all, you wonder who he was with while you were working late last night.

You swivel in your chair and reduce your smile to a tight-lipped one. “How interesting!” You chirp.

Years of practice have done your voice justice; even if you want to scream, your voice is level, enthusiastic. Your eyes flit over to Carlos, who’s already looking at you. His brows are furrowed, mouth half-open in clear confusion. You can hear Will stuttering beside you. “Oh, I—um, how in—how splendid.”

It’s not splendid. It’s not interesting. But Charles gulps and says still, “Yes, I’m seeing someone.”

The words cut through you like shrapnel. You feel yourself fall apart, right there, trying desperately to put yourself back together. Four years, and they’re gone, on the air. You exhale, try to subtly signal for the segment to be ended early. The rest is a blur—Will carries the rest of the interview with standoffish, fake interjections and additional questions. You just smile.

How could you have been so stupid, really. To think a secret relationship would survive. If anything, it made it easier for him to do what he did. You steal a glance and his eyes are cast low, dark. He’s so far away. Is this it, you think. Everything you’d ever worked for, loved for, fought for, hidden, celebrated—is this it? For another girl? You can’t help but wonder who she is. If she was that much better, that much more alluring, that Charles thought it a good choice to throw away four years under the bus.

The feed ends before your thoughts run out, and you drop your mic onto the surface of the table, leaving the pen immediately. Will says something but you can’t decipher it. Charles follows, even if you can hear Carlos holding him back. Leave her alone, he says, and Charles says, no, I need to talk to her.

He circles a hand around your wrist, wrapping just underneath the Cartier bracelet you’d gotten to match his. The reminder makes your chest ache with a totally wrenching pain, throbbing through you as he pulls you into an empty space in between motorhomes.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He sounds desperate, solemn.

“Do you love me?” You ask weakly. And when he laces your fingers together and nods: “Then why do make me look like a fool?”

He shakes his head. “It meant nothing, cherie. I promise.”

“You’ve no right to tell me that,” you heave. Your chest is so heavy you legitimately feel like drowning. “And for me to find out on the job? I thought this whole time that I did something to you. Turns out you’re just busy fucking someone else to be kind to me. I thought you were mine, Charles. How could… how could you hurt me like this?” You don’t mean to sound so broken, but you can’t even blame yourself.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”

“But it still did,” you say simply. “I thought—I thought it was gonna be us. I thought you were the one—the one person who would never hurt me.”

You’re crying, you realize, tears running down your cheeks and onto your jaw. When his silence persists, you purse your lips, wipe the tears out of your eyes before they stream again. You can feel people staring, you can hear hushed voices, make out your friends trying to find you. “Charles,” you say wetly. “All I ever did was love you. You said you would do the same.”

This time, when you blink, you manage to picture the past clearly.

You’re in Monza, your first day on the job, a balmy day with a sea of red fans. The paddock is intimidating, crawling with people,  and you’re having trouble looking for your boss. The crowd is unbelievably noisy, vibrating through the entire area. Vaguely Italian cheers erupt through the place.

You’d circled the area a couple of times but still, you haven’t placed where you need to be. You turn several times to pinpoint the landmarks, the hospitalities, the logos, but to no avail. You’re lost.

“You okay?” Someone says, with an accent just as European as everybody else’s. 

“Yeah, uh—well, lost, to be honest. I need to find the media pen, ‘cause it’s my first day.”

“Right over there,” he says, smiling. His eyes crinkle, almost disappear with how big he beams. He stretches a hand out to shake yours and you take it, introducing yourself quickly. He lets his hand linger, and you smile back. You have a feeling this isn’t the last time you’ll see him.

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I’m Charles.”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc imagine

[frenchcurious]

Abarth 500, 595 SS 1964. 📸 Silverstone Auction. - source Rétro Passion Automobiles.

#abarth

[timetorace]

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

 *contains smut

One shots: +1.0K words

Drabbles: 500-1.0K words

Blurbs: -500 words

Series: Between 2 and 5 parts. 

Fics: + 6 chapters

ONE SHOTS:

Don’t look at me like that:* || 5.9K

you two can’t stand each other, especially after he apparently broke your best friend’s heart but somehow, everyone ships you. (full request here)

It’s race day*  || 4.0K

you and your daughter go to Austria to support Carlos.

Date night*  || 3.6K

it’s your anniversary and Carlos takes you out on a date night.

Nothing happened  || 9.4K

after some rumors opened old wounds again, you and Carlos reach a turning point, is there a future for you worth saving?

DRABBLES:

Look at these two:

your daughter wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to sleep with you.

ONE SHOTS:

Just breathe || 1.4K

You follow Charles to his motorhome after his DNF in Paul Richard.

Late night doubts || 1.4K

You’ve been in a long term relationship with Charles and he’s having late night doubts about the next race after what happened in Silverstone.

Swimming lessons || 1.3K

His brother throws you into the sea without knowing that you can't swim and Charles panics. (full request here).

DRABBLES:

Late night driving (GN!Reader):

you coerce him to let you drive his Ferrari. 

I hate this game:

You play Wordle with Charles and he can't guess the correct word. 

BLURBS:

— Cold (GN!reader)

LONG FICS:

Sword to the Stone (pierre gasly x leclerc sister!reader)*: 

“How you feeling, sweetheart? Are you moving on? Are you sleeping okay? Or do the nights go on and on?”

DRABBLES:

I hate hospitals:

Pierre has an crash and you get scared.

You got this (GN!reader):

words of affirmation + pierre gasly

ONE SHOTS:

Our dirty little secret *|| 6.1K

Dinner time || 4.1K (Part 2 of Our dirty little secret)

Five years ago you used to love Max but you had to say goodbye, will you be able to save what you could have been?

SERIES:

Be my date || 10.1K

He is in love, you’re in love?* || 12.9K (Part 2 of Be my date)

Your friend, Esteban, agrees to be your date at your sister’s wedding… with your ex. Things can only get better from there, can’t they?

DRABBLES:

I almost lost you:

Daniel has an crash and you get scared.

The songbird of F1:

He tries to sing you a song. “Tries” is the key word. 

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[coimbrabertone]

Wildcards are a Great Idea

Bit of a shorter, popup blogpost today, but wildcards are a great idea.

What prompted all this? Well, KTM just announced that Dani Pedrosa will race on a third Red Bull KTM bike at the Spanish Grand Prix at Jerez, and then Pol Espargaro will race that bike at the Italian Grand Prix in Mugello a month later. Last year, Pedrosa was instantly competitive in his two wildcards in Jerez and Misano, finishing 6th in the Jerez sprint, seventh in the Jerez race, and then taking a pair of fourth place finishes at Misano. This is awesome.

Similarly, we effectively have wildcards in American motorsports, in that we have one-off entries that can be super competitive. Think of Shane Van Gisbergen last year, the Australian Supercars champion came over, hopped in the Trackhouse Project 91 entry, and won at the Chicago street race, becoming the first driver to win his first cup race since like the 1950s. That is awesome.

And what's even more awesome is that now, between Xfinity and Cup, SVG is now turning that into a full-time career pivot to NASCAR, something only possible because he had that one-off chance to showcase his talent.

Similarly, the last week or so, we've gotten a raft of one-offs announced for the 2024 Indianapolis 500 - Katherine Legge giving us a competitive woman to cheer for, crowd favorite Conor Daly back in an Indycar, and 2012 series champion Ryan Hunter-Reay as his teammate at Dreyer & Reinbold. These are three really good drivers with lots of history in the series getting another shot at Indycar racing's greatest prize. That is awesome.

And then there's Formula One.

The same twenty cars each and every race with the same Red Bull driver destined to win virtually every week. I have a lot of problems with F1 and it's going to take a lot for me to fall back in love with the racing series that meant so much to me for most of my life. That being said, even here, wildcards could certainly spice up the show.

Ollie Bearman had that hugely impressive race in Saudi Arabia filling in for Carlos Sainz, imagine if Ferrari had the freedom to give him two or three more races in a third car at the likes of Imola, Silverstone, and Monza. Similarly, Red Bull could give Liam Lawson some more F1 experience in one of its teams, especially if they're considering him for a future ride.

Or we could see a direct parallel with Dani Pedrosa - in that retired family man Sebastian Vettel could team up with one of the teams he raced for - Toro Rowhateverthey'recallednow, Red Bull, Ferrari, or Aston - and pick and choose a few of his favorite racers. Everyone seems to want him back anyway, so why not let him do this in a way that doesn't subject him to the absurd demands of a twenty-four race globetrotting season?

I grew up thinking F1 was the greatest motorsport had to offer, but as I get older, I appreciate the more open systems in other racing series. It's really damn cool when we get these competitive one-off racers every once in awhile.

You don't hurt anything by adding a new, interesting storyline.

#motorsports #racing #f1 #formula 1 #nascar #nascar cup #nascar cup series #motogp #dani pedrosa #pol espargaro #shane van gisbergen #indycar #indianapolis 500 #indy 500 #katherine legge #conor daly #ryan hunter-reay #ollie bearman #sebastian vettel #liam lawson

[viper-motorsports]

The N°78 Lamborghini Huracán GT3 EVO 22 demonstrated its competitiveness by finishing the 2023 British GT Silverstone 500 second overall for Barwell Motorsport.

#lamborghini huracán gt3 evo #silverstone 500 #barwell motorsport #silverstone circuit #british gt championship #2023 silverstone500 #2023 britishgt #lamborghini huracan

[humphreyhippo]

20240427 - Jonny in Quali

#original photography #british gt #aston marton #silverstone 500 #silverstone #jonny adam #british motorsport

[formulatrash]

hello hazel! first time watching the indy 500 yesterday and i just found it so strange and uncomfortable how all of the commentators were speaking about santino ferrucci. i didn’t follow the junior series till recently and even i found out about how much of a bad person he is.

everyone was actively rooting for him to win and i think i just kept muttering to myself “he’s a raging racist” the whole time and every time i thought they would stop, they would just bring him up again.

honestly, if they don’t care about what he did then maybe don’t vocalize that you’re ok with it? and anyone that says well maybe he’s changed, this guy has openly said he doesn’t regret what he did.

i don’t know, i just found the whole thing so bizarre because i didn’t realize that he was actually well liked in indycar for some reason.

cn: racist bullying, generally being an arsehole

so for anyone who doesn't have the context for this: in 2018 Santino Ferrucci was America's hot new Formula 1 prospect, signed to Haas as a junior and competing in Formula 2 with ehhhh I guess. some results. he'd scored points for Trident, which isn't a frontrunning team but good drivers have taken the car to wins.

his teammate was Arjun Maini, who during the French round gave one of the most desperate-sounding, saddest radio messages you've ever heard, sounding close to tears and begging "I swear you guys don't support me at all" and saying no one believed him about his car's performance.

at the time it was extraordinary but maybe didn't ring the right alarm bells. the F2 car was very tricky for teams to manage and even Maini's explanation, that parts were failing and he was losing pace compared to his teammate, more accused the championship of having a shoddy car than anything else.

Ferrucci didn't exactly seem nice. but then there was a battle at the front of the 2018 field between Russell, Albon and Norris that was fairly distracting so someone picking up the odds point finish wasn't getting too much press scrutiny.

then it gets to Silverstone and things explode. Maini is clearly miserable and at the end of the sprint race (which then was after the feature race, so this is Sunday) Ferrucci comes out of fucking nowhere and crashes deliberately into Maini on the in-lap. he's banned for four races for being a weapon and then it all starts coming out.

Trident apologise to Maini, who it turns out was totally right that his car was essentially being sabotaged by Ferrucci and was also being subjected to racist bullying by Ferrucci and his father. Ferrucci's also dropped for non-payment, in a statement that basically says we couldn't wait to find a legal way to get away from this asshole.

Haas bin him at the same time and that looks like the end of this wanker who adds 'texting while driving a racecar' and 'trying to run a MAGA livery' to his list of misdemeanours all over the course of the same weekend.

he does a bit more postural nonsense including claiming he can't be racist because he's Italian and then seems to go away. until 2019 when he turns up in IndyCar as darling of the year. I don't watch a lot of IndyCar but it was to pretty much everyone's dismay to find this dude being gassed up from the start and given opportunities to put his "behavioural incidents" behind him without any regret.

idk how much he actually changed even on an operational level within teams cus he did get binned out of Indy for a bit to NASCAR, which actually has a pretty strong anti-racism and anti-asshole thing going on so unsurprisingly he didn't last there. now he's back in Indy being gassed up as the next great American dream by anyone with a microphone and I can't tell you what the Penske corporation sees in him but it's always been this way since he rocked up there.

some of it is a bit of 'well screw Europe and their whiny moralism we're backing our boy' kind of thing but like. this wasn't 'oh no you don't have the correct experience of our intricate continental racing' this was 'fuck off, you racist non-payer who held a team ransom while abusing your teammate, along with your garbage dad.' I guess someone always has to be the worst cousin at the barbecue and like so often, they're the one with the sports medals lately.

#motorsport asks

[fcb-mv33]

Last year they tried to adress the booing and that clearly didn't work. So maybe the muting is the best way to go. If people don't see booing at one track, they won't repeat it at other tracks. plus booing fans can be loud, but they are not representative for the entire crowd. Certainly many british fans were also cheering for max. Even max went along with the broadcast and said the atmosphere is great. Okay, its not ideal that this is necessary, but showing a great atmosphere can ensure that the next races have a great atmosphere. //It’s all “abusing rival fans is not correct” and “we need to call out the abuse drivers face, help with their mental health” but only when it’s their drivers. When it’s Max it’s a big fuck you from Sky and other media outlets.

Firstly they never ever called it for Max, they never once in Silverstone, Monza, Miami, Austin, Abu Dhabi or Brazil addressed the not only the boos but the abusive chants Max was receiving all weekend at these venues. They only called it out when Lewis got cheered during his spin in quali in Austria. Lewis was never booed in Zandvoort but sky sports and mainstream English media commented on how the Max fans were 100% going to boo and abuse Lewis but that never happened. In 2021 it happened more to Max than to Lewis but it was never ever addressed when it was Max.

Secondly I watched videos from this weekend from fans at the track, the booing was loud as hell and the fact the crowd was muted proves they were louder than the ones cheering. Max went along with it yes because he doesn’t care. The man literally could care less about his haters who have paid €500 plus to see him win and then boo him. Max has always had respect for the fans when he goes to different venues because that is just who Max is, he doesn’t want a whole thing made out of it he’s just there to race and go home.

I’ve said it before the booing is not what pisses me off the most, it’s the lack of respect to call it out plus the abuse Max is facing at these tracks. I mean he didn’t do fan form, that has never been the case for any English drivers at one of Max’s home races. They have sniggered and laughed at the abuse Max has gotten at these tracks, they barely called out the vile abuse himself and his family were getting after Brazil. I stick to my point that they only care about the mental health and the abuse of some drivers, when it’s Max they are happy to see him suffer.

#anon

[f0point5]

https://x.com/leclerqz/status/1719513381529399317?s=46&t=ft1DrvS7KVl6ZdzNXzDoPQ

This was not a good take by Carlos at all. It’s such an elitist take especially with how f1 has been raising ticket prices making it harder for fans to go. Like not everyone can spend $500 for silverstone or thousands for Vegas

I’m going to say, at face value, it’s a bit of an odd thing to say.

However, I will caveat that with, I imagine most places Carlos Sainz is eating, or partying, the people he’s getting approached guy could be dropping ticket money. I get what he means that if he’s out in Miami at Makato or Nobu, people who come up to him are dropping $200/300 per person on dinner, they could be at the race if they wanted but maybe they can’t afford paddock club so they don’t go, or like he said they’re casual fans. Not that there’s anything wrong with just being casual watcher. I think it’s kind of funny because you do have be something of a fan to even know who he is, he ain’t Hamilton.

Tbh the vibes I get with him in general and with this clip is that he feeds off the admiration so much that he gives “more time” to “passionate” fans because he can absorb the adulation. He probably doesn’t get that from people in restaurants who just want pics for Instagram so he’s not that interested. I don’t think it has to do with the fans I think it has to do with the feeling he gets from the interactions.

Idk, it’s Carlos, I really think he tries to portray himself as one of these “pure racer” types but he’s a walking thirst trap gimmick. Doesn’t mean he’s not a good driver but like…enjoy the ride and chill out buddy.

#carlos Sainz

[kakkaryash2601]

Formula 1 and its basic information

Introduction:

Today in our new blog we will talk about the new topic which seems quite popular these days known as Formula 1. In Formula 1 we will learn more about what exactly Formula 1 is, where the Formula 1 race is done and How it works. So stay tuned with us on our journey to a deep understanding of Formula 1. We Digitally infos will uncover all the knowledge about Formula 1. So let's get started!

What is Formula 1?

Formula 1 is the highest-class international racing competition with single-seat racing cars. Also, Formula 1 is the world's most renowned motor racing competition. And there is no substitution for the F1 race.

Formula 1  includes team sports that require charging all 4 tyres on a car in under 2 seconds. In F1 race,racers are more like fighter pilots than sportspeople. Racers in Formula One face extreme G-forces and make harsh decisions in the blink of an eye when the speed of racing cars is at 370 km/h. To be the best racer, they push themselves to the very end and make use of incredibly innovative machines to their very limit.

Formula one drivers are competing for the F1 drivers championship while the other teams are fighting for the F1 constructor championship. The winner's prize money is based on the position at the end of the season.

In Formula 1, each race is also known as the Grand Prix. It is also known that the Grand Prix is held at incredible locations throughout the world. The prediction has been made that 2024 will break the Grand Prix record of 24 races that is set to take place this season.

How many drivers and teams have taken part in the F1 race?

With a total number of participants of 20 drivers and 10 teams, they all have taken part in the F1 race. 

As in this season, the driver has to experience competition from all-world champions in the F1 race including Lawis Hamilton, Max Verstappen and Fernando Alonso. And the racers who were in the second season such as Oscar Piastri and Logan Sargeant.

But when it comes to the team, there were few teams such as Ferrari that were in the F1 race since the early year (they had been continuously competing since the very first season in 1950). Also, newcomers like McLaren or Haas who have entered the sport since 2016.

Location of F1 race:

The location includes 21 countries across 5 continents in 2024 schedule. It includes classic tracks such as Silverstone, Spa-Francorchamps and Suzuka. Also, it includes the addition to the schedule such as Las Vegas, Maimi and Qartar.

It is seen that China has returned to the Formula 1 calendar for the first time since 2019 and will soon host the first F1 sprint in 2024.

This season they will be featuring seven rounds that will be spread out from May to September. Also, it will be staged in Europe except for the Indianapolis 500 in the United States where most F1 drivers sat out.

In the following decades, F1 developed has arrived at European events with amazing adventure. Also, adventure is now brought to South America, North America, Africa, Australia, and most recently to Middle East as well. Now, this is truly putting the world into World championship.

In the very first campaign, the F1 calendar will feature Monaco, Monza, Silverstone, and Spa. For F1 safety arrangements have been made since then with new modifications.

Working of F1 weekend:

Normally, Formula 1 weekend events usually take place in 3 days that are Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

On Friday, Formula 1 features free practice sessions (FP1 and FP2) for two 60-minute sessions. It is used to check whether racing cars are working properly, and if the car is not working properly, the changes can be done before the main race. So does the preparation will continue.

Onto Saturday, after the end of the final practice session (FP3), the drivers will be heading toward qualifying sessions. In qualifying sessions, the slowest five drivers with 18 minutes in the Q1 segment get eliminated. In the Q2 segment, five more will get eliminated in 15 minutes. Then the position will be set on the grid prior to that is 20-11 as per penalty. The final 12 minutes in the Q3 segment will decide the top 10 grid slots along with the fastest driver position.

The final race itself will be done on Sunday, where drivers will battle for scoring points. Also, drivers have to grab the spot on the podium where they have to take the chequered flag first to win.

Conclusion:

At the end of this session, we learned so much about Formula one including what is Formula 1, how many drivers have taken part in Formula 1, and how it works. So in the next session, we will go more deep into Formula 1 and provide you the information you require. So stay tuned with us on our next session.

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