#perez: round 3

[gir-sims]

Round 3 of the Perez household is up! You can read up on it on my DreamWidth right here :D

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[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Checo Perez with wife reader? He was doing PR things with Max and she was just watching from the background with their kids.. He constantly broke whatever things they gave him and she was having a great time watching it, much to the horror of the staff. Their kids eventually crashed one of the Red Bull's video and chaos ensured. While Max just encourages them. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

Honey, they’re going to be the death of me - Sergio Perez x Wife!Reader

Plot:

It was a Thursday, typical media day in the world of F1 and today Sergio your husband had asked you to bring the kids along. Usually you showed them round the city you were in while he was off with the team filming stuff for whatever was needed of him by the social media team. But he wanted to see you today.

You had your 7 year old boy Diego who was the best older brother to his two younger siblings and he was currently watching his two little sister in the garage. He hadn’t taken to Sergios love of karting, finding the loud noises of the karts irritating and found a love for football instead.

The middle child, Isabella who is 5 had really gotten into Karting, loving the smell around the garage and was born on a very special race weekend, one where you husband was on the top step of the podium. She’s naturally taken to the car and was already looking at competing in the next few years when she got a little older.

Then there was Alexandria, the youngest who was still just a baby in yours eyes at age 2. She was so young that she hadn’t really taken in any footpath yet but was so very clearly a mummy’s girl. Just like her older brother.

Where you rarely had the kids in the paddock because of how busy it gets and you never wanted them to feel overwhelmed you just never really brought them. However this time Sergio was adamant that they come.

You were sat in the RedBull hospitality watching while Sergio and Max did loads of different team challenges. One where they were blindfolded with a mock track and a hot wheels car and had to guess which track it happened to be. Of course your husband split the pieces of track up from pushing the car to roughly before letting the small toy car slide off the table, a wheel popping off as it hit the floor.

The next thing they were given was a whiteboard and pen to film a top 3 video where they were asked what they’re top 3 things were.

So top three tracks, and Sergio answered with Mexico City, Spa and Baku.

But of course he also broke the pen, for the whiteboard pressing it to hard into it as he was concentrating on drawing a small image asked for.

You were loving watching him just look at Max with that blank confused expression as he showed the broken object to him in concern only for Max to start laughing, to the point he would sometimes choke.

Your kids were also finding there dads frustrations very amusing which was mainly why you were finding this as amusing as you were.

However, you turn away for one second to look at your phone, a text from your mum wondering how the kids were getting on at the track. A quick reply explaining to her it was hard to tell right now as the cars haven’t even started going round the track yet so you have no idea how bored they’re going to get.

In that one second, Max has beckoned your children over, and who are they to deny their beloved uncle Max, and the chaos has begun.

When you turn back round Diego has his face in the camera that they’re using to film. Isabella is sat on the floor under the table playing with the car and track that your husband had broken not so long ago. And then Alexandria was now sat in Max lap, yapping in her two year old way that made sort of sense but when you really listened was just a load of toddler mashup.

“What does this do?” Diego asked looking into the lenses of the camera while playing with the toggle on the side. The Young awkward intern next to the camera doesn’t really know how to reply and looks at you for help. While the other tries to coax Isabella from out under the table with more cars but off to the side away from filming. And eventually Max gets up to start tossing your daughter up in the air and her shrieks and shrills start to echo in the room.

“Sergio” you exclaim to your husband who isn’t helping whatsoever as you try to calm all three children down.

“Honey they’re going to be the death of me” Sergio replies.

“I’m so so sorry” you say to the intern as you finally manage to pull your son away from the camera. But just as you stopped one child the other two start. Max starts to chase them round the room and Sergio attempts to stop Max but he’s enjoying this just as much as the kids.

“Max” you exclaim trying to get him to stop while your son stays at your side cuddling into you laughing at his sisters.

“Look Mamá” Diego points, seeing Christian slip into the corner of the room. He has a confused look on that stern face of his making you walk over to start to profusely apologise.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m not meaning for them to take up your work day” you exclaim, sending a look to Sergio to try and stop Max from messing about with your daughters, but now Deigo has also joined in now that you’ve left. But instead of being chased by Max, he is now chasing his sisters alongside Max.

“It’s more than okay, it’s nice to see all of them having fun” he grins watching his staff try to calm everyone in the room down.

“They look more stressed than having fun” you giggle watching the team members all start to stop the chaos.

“Mmmmm no that’s most definitely fun” he says taking another look at the staffs faces loosening up the more they realise they cannot stop the chaos that is your three children.

Sergio comes over, pulling you in for a kiss, nuzzling into you when he pulls you into a hug.

“We’ve raised little nightmares” he chuckles. Watching the staff members slowly start to give in to what your children are doing and slowly starting to help Max play around.

“That we have” you sigh watching everything unfold, as more things in the room get moved and more things get grabbed that were supposed to be used for the video.

You couldn’t help but sit back and watch with Christian and Sergio, his one arm wrapped around you.

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Don't Blame Me - Part 4

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on offer, and boyfriend approved? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (Max Verstappen’s GF) Word Count : Multi-part imagine - part 4 is 4,000+ words Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, fantasising having sex with someone who isn’t your boyfriend, sexual themes, graphic descriptions of sex, mention of Christian Horner & Jos Verstappen Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : Ok housekeeping. 1. I am sorry this has taken so long to put out, I apologise! I've had some pretty shit health news and I am struggling a bit with it so I hope this doesn't disappoint 2. I realise theres a little plot hole in terms of sprint races and quali etc but for the purposes of the story just go with it please. 3. There are two flashbacks in this chapter. The first flashback takes place AFTER the second. Both are denoted by *** and are labeled by the month so I hope that it helps / makes sense haha. Thank you for reading!!!

Brazil ’23

Qualifying

The chatter over the headphones was mixed with the low rumble you felt as Max’s teammate pulled his Red Bull into his garage next door. Over the radio you heard him being told that he had a hydraulics issue and to come in immediately which set you on edge for Max. He had been doing so well (he had been all year) and this was a total steal of a weekend for him after topping every practice session and round after round of qualifying. Surely they wouldn’t let something go wrong for him. Christian wouldn’t let that happen to him, would he? You looked over to where the pit wall was and you saw Horner turn in his chair and glare into the Perez garage. You tried not to smirk as you thought about how you (and Max) would pay some good money to find out the inner workings of Christian Horner’s mind – especially as all the journalists were constantly asking questions about Perez’ place in the team next year. But that didn’t concern you. Max was your only concern. Right?

Q1 and Q2 went by in the blink of an eye and as Q3 begun you felt yourself get nervous. You turned your head in time to see your boyfriend pull his blue rocket ship out of his garage at the direction of the pit crew who was flagging him on. You watched as suddenly he came to an abrupt halt and he was held with the car half in, half out of the box. Fuck! You have to be kidding?!  Your brain went to the worst and you thought that he was going to be given the same orders to retire as his team mate had received when suddenly you realised it was just to allow another car passed to go in front. The white and blue car of Daniel pull past quickly in front of him and you took a steadying breath. Daniel had been on for a phenomenal weekend himself. He had put solid times in just like Max had and you nervously bit the inside of your cheek wondering if there was a possibility that the pair of them would get into a scrap for pole position as Max shot out into the pit lane behind him. As each of the cars made it out on track – their relevant drivers all trying to put in the best lap times, jostling each other out of position every few minutes – you couldn’t help but keep one eye on your boyfriend’s timings and those of the man whom you dreamt of on a regular basis.

Just as Charles Leclerc topped the timing board with a lighting fast lap you found your fingers moving to ghost over your bottom lip. They acted off their own accord and you had no control over them. The tip of your first finger pressed to your lower lip and you had to take an immediate inhale as your lungs became hungry and desperate for air when the memory flooded back to you simultaneously. Daniel. His lips. The kiss.

***

Monza, Italy

September ‘23

The loud audible gasp that absconded from your open mouth came so quickly you weren’t even able to attempt to cover it up. It had been loud enough for others to hear. In fact it had been stupidly loud enough that Max’s father Jos (who was not your biggest fan) turned to glare at you as soon as it had escaped you. You felt his eyes remain on you but your own were transfixed to the screen before you. Desperate to know he was ok. Please be ok. Just get out of the fucking car. You screamed inside your own head – not daring to do it aloud in front of the elder Verstappen. You were hypnotised by the action on the screen as yellow flags were shown all around the track. The safety car was deployed and you realised you were holding your breath waiting to know he was ok.

“I’m fine. Sorry guys. I couldn’t do anything, the prick ran me wide and then I locked up.” Daniel explained. The “prick” he was referring to was your boyfriend. As they went round neck and neck into turn 2 Max stole all of the available space from Daniel and it all happened so fast you couldn’t work out what exactly had happened. Within seconds, Daniel’s car was flying off track into a techpro barrier at speed. Parts of the car went flying. His wing was broken and two tires had flown clean off. His race was over and it was Daniel’s fault. You couldn’t help but feel upset for him. He had been doing so well this weekend and upset had been caused amongst fans yesterday when Max denied him the chance of his first pole of the season. Your big stupid boyfriend scoffed at you mockingly when you had suggested he could have at least given him the glory of pole this one time. Which ok, it went against everything Max stood for and you were sure Daniel wouldn’t want a pity pole but it would be good for Max to allow others a chance sometimes. At least show the media he wasn’t some Dutch Ogre. Eyes glued to the screen you watched as finally Daniel got out of his crumpled race car and into the medical car that had gone to collect him. He didn’t look hurt. Thankfully. But from his body language you could tell he was pissed.

The decision to exit the garage and go find him came upon you before you had thoroughly worked out exactly what it was you were doing. Your feet seemed to carry you away from Red Bull and outside into the paddock without you telling them too. Ever since that night in Monaco when he said what he did – y’know, the whole what he would do to you if you hadn’t been Max’s girlfriend thing (which still made your stomach tighten into a knot just thinking about it) - you had formed a sort of weird little friendship with him. It didn’t really go anything further than what you would expect of a best friend and his mate’s girlfriend friendship to go like but there certainly was tension – sexual chemistry perhaps, it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. There were glances and burning looks at each other. The odd smutty remark and compliment flowed freely from his lips. It only made you think of him more (of fucking him that is) and in your head you had been replacing Max with him every single time the pair of you had sex. You kept it all to yourself and played it close to your chest. You didn’t want anyone knowing you wanted nothing more than to be split in two by him. But he was flirty by nature and you knew he was most likely just trying to make you feel comfortable with him seeing as he was such a good friend to your boyfriend.

The other thing that happened to play on your mind and perhaps influence your decision to go find him was the fact that Max had told you last night Daniel’s family was supposed to be at the race weekend. As the pair of you lay in bed Max sympathised with Daniel’s disappointment – Max had always been incredible open with you about how much he struggled growing up and the poor relationship he had with his own family so it touched you he was so considerate of his friend (it even made you feel a bit ridiculous that you had been having so many dirty little thoughts over him). He seemed to genuinely care that Daniel had been saddened that an emergency had taken place back in Australia and they wouldn’t be able to make it and even though you weren’t sure how Daniel would react to the fact you knew, you wanted him to know he had an ear if he needed one.

As you walked in the direction you thought the Alpha Tauri garage was you were pleased that you had been so correct as unexpectedly he sauntered from the back of the garage. When you saw him, with his race suit pulled down dangerously low in his hips (what was it in these men walking around practically oozing sex and giving girls the fodder for totally impure thoughts about them? Your boyfriend included) you could tell from his body language he looked rather pissed. You thought this would have been a totally fruitless pursuit and he would have been tangled up in talking to those in charge of his team – or throwing your boyfriend under the bus perhaps – so you had a moment when it dawned on you that you actually hadn’t been expecting to see him at all. But now, you were committed. Even if you mind went completely blank and you couldn’t think of any sympathetic words at all.

The knock upon his driver’s room door that came from your knuckles was gentle and soft. As you stood there, growing more and more anxious, you realised that it was probably too quiet for him to hear and the idea that you could just abandon your silly little apology now before he knew about it entered your head. But as quickly as it entered your head and flew straight back out again. Instantly, the door was pulled open. The first (and only) thing that you could register in that moment was the fact that he was now topless. Daniel was sans shirt. He was half naked. His race suit remained but slung exceeding low on his exposed hips. Good fucking Lord. His warm golden chest was staring at you. The defined ripples of rock hard abs popped and bulged. Your mouth salivated. For fuck’s sake! A deep, dark throb ripped through your lower half. An ache that you knew was linked to your unforgivable horniness for this man. Self control. Don’t be fucking stupid. Max. Think of Max. You groaned internally at yourself but you knew that if only you were single this would be playing out very differently.

Just then - as you were considered the very real possibility that you were about to have an aneurism or stroke from the pure sight of Daniel semi dressed - he moved aside. The tiny head tilt he gave signalled to you that you were welcome to “come in” to his private drivers room (away from prying eyes and sharp ears). Daniel held the door open and moved aside a little for you. You almost completely blanked and if the law questioned you on the state of his room you wouldn’t be able to recall one single thing.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked out. Play it cool. Come on. Get your shit together. “For Max. He ruined your race.” You explained. Desperately hoping it would give him the reason as to why you were there invading his personal space in such a bad moment. Daniel’s thunderous face seemed to soften right in front of your eyes. His taught muscles relaxed and eyes neutralised. A smile spread across his softened lips.

“You don’t have to do that.” He replied. “It’s just racing. There’s no harm done.” He shrugged. His neck looked even bigger, thicker than it did when he had a shirt on. You couldn’t help but admire his physic, as it was so different to what you were used to. Max was strong, broad and what you would describe as meaty. He had a bit of something to him that you could grip hold of and you loved that. But you were a woman and there was something about a man who was so well defined and ripped that just got you going. Stop it! Stop thinking about the abs! If you don’t stop now you’re going to think about him naked! FUCK SAKE!!  You couldn’t control your brain and you completely failed to control yours eyes. They flickered down. They wasted no time going straight to his crotch. He’s fucking seen that you creep. You gritted your teeth together before letting a shaky sigh leave your lips as you really didn’t want to have to look back into his mesmerising eyes now he had just seen you checking out the bulge in fabric south of his naked abdomen.

“All the same, Daniel. I’m sorry he acted like a dick out there.” You didn’t realise how soft and low your voice had gotten. Nor how strangely intimate this moment felt. Regardless of how you were feeling you didn’t feel as awkward as you thought you were. As he took steps toward you – slowly but somehow all at once – you stayed rooted to the spot and didn’t move. You let him close the small gap between your bodies and couldn’t break the bewitching spell of his gaze. The burning, intense look in his eyes made you feel weak. You almost felt like a lamb that had led itself to the slaughterhouse. The thought was still bouncing off all of the ignited neurons in your brain when you finally piped up; “I probably need to…”   

Then, as your words were cut short and the oxygen was sucked right out of your lungs, you felt yourself go lightheaded and it was as if you were falling from a 20-story building. The fact you were pressed into something cool and metallic behind you never registered. Neither did the feeling of something hard and warm pressed flush against your front. The only thing that you suddenly could think about – the only smidgen of brain function you were able to comprehend – was the fact Daniel’s mouth was on yours. His big, pouty lips embraced your own as if they had been searching for them his whole life. Then they began to move against yours and a shaky, unsteady breath flowed from his parted mouth. It was swallowed in its entirety by your own as a barely audible gasp snapped out of you. With your mouth now open – your lips parted to him, granting him unspoken access – Daniel’s tongue ran over yours in a testing, teasing motion. A moan slipped from your throat. His hands gripped at your waist before one of them trailed up and pushed its way through the hair that you had worn down because he had complimented you on your long flowing locks the last time you had seen him. You realised this was what you had been dreaming about. This was fantasy that had been playing over and over in your head for the past few months. You were getting what you wanted.

Because of all the things I would do to you, if you weren’t his. His words he had dared to speak in Monaco repeated in your head while his tongue glided across yours. He ground himself against your core and you could feel the effect you had had on him. He wanted you. It was painfully obvious he did. But the last part of the words he had spoken to you that night reiterated them self to you. If you weren’t his.

Max.

You suddenly remembered Max.

Your hands were suddenly pushing against the flesh of Daniel’s warm chest. While you tried desperately to fill your lungs with air your eyes flicked open and you were instantly staring into confused, yet still affectionate eyes.

“I can’t.” You stated plainly.

“Max.”

The next however many minutes were all a complete, total blur of which you couldn’t recount any of them at all. Your mind kept going back to Daniel and it didn’t help you could taste him on your tongue as you stomped back into the back of the Red Bull garage. What had happened was wrong. It was fucked. He had no right to kiss you like that – he had no right to kiss you at all. But you had kissed back and you only stopped because you suddenly remembered your boyfriend, not because you wholeheartedly wanted too. Fuck. I hate myself. I went too far. You slipped the headphones back on to catch the last remaining few laps of the race and reprimanded yourself while doing it. Why did I go looking for him? Did I give him the wrong signals? Fuck why couldn’t I have been single? He would have been fucking me right now if I were single. God, he’s such a good kisser. Fucking hell, he’s probably ridiculous at eating you out. The feeling of your wet – no soaking – panties that were now clinging to your dripping wet folds only helped stoke the burning desire that was growing inside of you to run back to him. You forced your attention to the screens to try quashing all of the disgusting thoughts running through your mind. As Max’s car flashed up on the screen you really did feel insurmountable guilt begin to build inside of your body. You kiss one of his best mates. You kissed someone he respected and loved like a brother. Someone he cared for. You knew Max was open-minded and he was forgiving to a fault, but you didn’t want to tell him and destroy what you had. So as you watched him cross the finish line and clinch a win in Monza, you swore never to tell him.

***

Budapest Hungary 

July '23

The scene was set. Max observed Daniel grow weary and head to their prior reserved table in the dimly lit corner of the private members bar. This was his chance, his one moment of getting him alone - away from all of the hangers on Daniel was surrounded by - to finally ask the burning question that had been playing on his own mind for months now. 

As his feet began carrying him in the direction of his favourite Formula One teammate he swallowed his own tiredness. The body aches and drained feeling from a tiring race were rippling through body and he knew Daniel would be suffering too but it didn’t distract him from what he had to do. Like a lion stalking its prey, Max stalked over to the corner and reminded himself this was what he wanted. 

Max flopped down on the plush dark cherry red velvet sofa with a low but steady sigh. He situated himself against the opposite arm to Daniel - just in case this question wouldn’t be as well received as he suspected it would be - and wondered if he should have informed you of his decision first or pushed for you to have attended this weekend so you would now be present to make things easier as he pitched the idea to his friend. But as the thought of you flooded his memory (specifically the sight you lying naked in his bed the morning he had to leave to catch an early flight) he found himself swallowing again. This time with a strange excitement that he couldn’t place but he wasted no time in dwelling upon it. 

Max felt Daniel’s eyes on him and he relaxed into the sofa. Head rolling back against it before falling in the direction of his old teammate and catching his gaze.  “I have a proposition for you.” The words came freely from Max’s lips. He found it surprising how easily they managed to flow from him. Daniel’s head tilted and his eyebrows raised. Max wondered what he must have been thinking but he was sure there was zero way it would be what was next to leave his mouth. 

“I want you fuck my girlfriend.” 

The passing seconds for Max felt light, carefree and completely relaxed while by the unsuspecting, blank look upon Daniel’s they were clouded in surprise, confusion and total shock. But the longer Daniel remained silent it only confirmed to Max what he had already known all these months. The lack of carefree laughter, quick mocking or jesting gave Daniel away. It was clear to Max that Daniel desired you in the exact same way that you desired him. He had known it for a while. He knew you harboured some dirty little fantasies (like so many other women did toward the handsome, smiling Australian) and after dwelling upon it for a few weeks he had come to the realisation he wanted you to have exactly what you wanted. He had no reason to feel intimidated or threatened by Daniel. He knew you belonged to him and he wouldn’t grudge you something you craved. And even now, as the question hung in the space between them, he was confident Daniel would give in to his obvious lust and attraction for you too. 

Just as your hidden sexual fascination had been completely obvious to him, Max noted Daniels unmistakable reciprocation. His whole behaviour and attitude around you changed and he always seemed to be trying to be careful with his words and making sure he wasn’t going overboard with his flirtatious conduct toward you. But his staring got more intense and Max couldn’t help but clock it each and every time. He noted how Daniel seemed to like being near you whenever he realised Max was just out of reach, how Daniel was always whispering in your ear when he was out of earshot and how he would bite his lip as if he was trying to hold himself back each time you would laugh. Any other man would probably have been annoyed, pissed and angry at how his best mate was hot for his girlfriend but Max wasn’t like most men. He loved you. Wholeheartedly and irrevocably. And most importantly, he trusted you completely. 

“I know you know she likes you and I’ve seen you with her, I know your moves Daniel.” It was true. Max did know all of Daniel’s moves. He had practically studied them, learned them and used them himself to pick up women.  “Mate….” On a quick, sharp exhale Daniel let out a nervous, uncertain laugh His eyes looked impossibly large as if he was concerned and worried he was about to get punched.  “Don’t worry, I’m not pissed…” Max smirked “In fact, I’m glad it’s you she’s been fantasising about and not someone else that couldn’t satisfy her. Imagine if it were Charles or worse, Lando.” Max playfully scoffed and for a moment it set Daniel at ease. 

Daniel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beaten as fast as it was since Max had asked his question. I want you to fuck my girlfriend. Those were his exact words and they kept going round and round like a funfair ride in his mind. It seemed utterly inconceivable that Max would ask a question like that. He was head over heels in love with you. Any fool could see it. 

“It’s your girlfriend….” Was all Daniel could choke out because suddenly his mind was flooded with the image of you. At first it was innocent. He simply remembered you laughing at a joke he made the last time he saw you; then what you were wearing and how good you looked in it; then how glowy and soft your skin looked as the warm sun beat down upon it; then how glossy and kissable your lips were; then he pictured you naked and then FUCK! That made it game over. 

He mentally tried to scold himself but it was no good. The sheer thought of actually getting to fuck you was too strong and if Max hadn’t suddenly begun speaking to him he would have been trying to hide his very obvious semi growing in his jeans. 

“I know and that’s why I want her to have what she wants.” The thought of his lips trailing down your chest, his tongue flicking over your pert responsive nipple, made his throat tighten. But as badly as he wanted to know what you tasted like or hear the noises you made as he made you squirm in pleasure he wasn’t sure he actually could do it. He wasn’t the type to fuck his friend’s ex let alone current girlfriend – even with permission. “Max, I couldn’t…” Daniel tried to protest and reject the idea but he was cut off mid sentence.  “Tell me you haven’t thought about it?” 

God, had he thought about it. He had thought about you. Ever since the first time he met you when you had slammed right into him, he had thought about you. He had long gone past thinking about you naked. He had already spent many nights with his hand working up and down his pulsating cock to the THOUGHT of you bare and exposed in front of him. He had got himself off in the shower when he THOUGHT of his tongue tasting the glorious wetness that pooled between your thighs. And he quickly made himself come before a race at the sheer THOUGHT of you pulsating and clenching around him as he made you come. Daniel had THOUGHT about fucking you. He THOUGHT about it a lot.

Another nervous laugh came from him as he tried to make sense of Max’s sudden, rather out of character behaviour. He was convinced Max was going to burst into a fit of laughter and expose it as only a prank but he didn’t. Max actually glared at him across the sofa as he awaited an answer. It crossed Daniel’s mind that perhaps Max was getting off on the thought of his girlfriend screwing another man and it was some sex thing – cuckholding, he thought – but Max never seemed the type.

“What’s the catch?” He finally piped up. “There isn’t one. Well, it can only happen once but other than that.” Daniel watched Max’s shoulders move up and down in a shrugging motion while Max kept a watchful eye upon Daniel’s eyes to try determine if he was interested in his smutty proposition or not. “It won’t make it weird between us?” Daniel added and Max shook his head. “Not at all.” He was so carefree about the decision to offer up his girlfriend that in the moment Daniel couldn’t believe how cool Max had become – even if it passed him only fleetingly.

“Well…” Daniel paused and thought of his word choice in how to agree to all this because he seriously thought he was actually in the twilight zone and Max had lost all of his marbles.

“Take some time. Think about it. It’s not like she’s going to go unsatisfied” Max’s voice oozed with cockiness. He knew how good he was in bed and he ALWAYS made sure she came. “If you don’t want to, if you think it’s too weird then fine, whatever, it’s cool.” Daniel once again watch Max shrug “You would regret it though….” And Max knew fine well Daniel was someone who lived without regrets.

Part 5 Here

[alianoralacanta]

Do you think it's a disadvantage to charles that he became a ferrari driver so early? Accdg to f1 stats he's the "least experienced ferrari debutante" since 1977. This could be why his f1 growing up pains is magnified tenfold because he did it/ is doing it in ferrari

I think it was both disadvantage and advantage.

For most drivers, being put into Ferrari so early would be pure disadvantage, which was the big reason Ferrari had been so cautious about promoting young drivers into its team.

Ferrari is a notorious pressure cooker. It's not just the team, although it is probably the 3rd biggest team in F1 (Mercedes and Red Bull are slightly larger, but all 3 are significantly larger than McLaren and Aston Martin). It's not just the weight of history and legend, although that's certainly played a part in the downfall of some who went to Ferrari. It's also that the Italian press mostly have eyes only for Ferrari and its fanbase is pervasive within Italy. Especially for a driver who spends significant time there, that's a big information management problem. I'm not seeing anything in Charles' performances that can be attributed to the pressure cooker. What I can see is media reaction. This is worse than it should be because Ferrari went through a rough spell and had weak leadership at key moments. Sometimes it felt like Charles was holding the race team together through sheer force of will, and I don't think the press forgave him for attempting a job that should never have fallen on one person's shoulders alone. However, that could as easily have happened to Charles at Haas as Ferrari (these being the two alternatives at the time it became obvious that he'd outgrown Sauber in mid-2018). The press have happily magnified the impression of the growing pains because it gave them something to write about that wasn't about Verstappen (whose popularity is in different geographic markets to Leclerc's) and because it discovered that Charles' reactions caused empathy - and thus sales - amongst its audience. Plus it helped curry favour with the FIA, who wanted Verstappen's titles to go with as little challenge as possible for its own reasons. There have, however, been some advantages. Charles got the validation from his dream team accepting him. It hasn't always entirely treated him with the reverence he treated it, but had it done so, the situation wouldn't have been healthy for anyone involved. He knows, however, that those members of the team closest to him will walk through fire for him. For a driver who races on hope and love, the effect of that is huge. That bonding process also gave Ferrari confidence to take more risks. It freed up the driver development program, which meant more talent being willing to enter it and stick with the program (Ollie Bearman in particular). Before Charles' promotion, Ferrari was very risk-averse to its deteriment and also that of the drivers in the scheme (I feel that way about Jules Bianchi and I know a fan who feels that way about Checo Perez). Eventually the willingness to take more staffing risks went full circle, enabling Charles to have a crew round him and back at base that stands a chance of getting a title. The risk-averse version of Ferrari that Charles might have got later could never have taken a title, though I didn't understand it until the last 24 months. Plus the promotion gave Charles some practise at managing psuedopolitics that is, sadly, very much necessary for handling the FIA. For example, I do think this went some way towards explaining why the stewards' penalty write-up for the swearing incident sounded apologetic for having to issue any penalty at all, when the one for Verstappen had been so matter-of-fact. (A matter-of-fact issuing of the fine could have been chalked up to pure favouritism. Making the stewards feel remorseful about doing their duty is a psuedopolitical achievement). Finally, it's helped Charles find his place in the Ferrari mythos. Many drivers wouldn't care about that, but a driver who does care about the Ferrari mythos has the chance to go from "very good Ferrari driver" to "part of the reason the Ferrari myth is so strong". For those people called to it, building into a myth allows one to draw strength from it at times of need. It becomes part of one's power. You alluded to there being a less experienced driver at Ferrari in 1977. He'd have understood all this perfectly. Probably would have expressed all this better than me too. His name was Gilles Villenueve.

[some-lonely-loser]

STAY HIGH .01

📍Location-Perez Household

📷POV- Narrator (3rd)

Brooke sat on Maddy's bed with a small, foldable mirror in one hand while her other hand lined her lips with a walnut brown shade while listening to Maddy and Kat's conversation. "Do you think my areolas look weird?" Maddy asked, while looking at her boobs in the mirror.

"No." Kat responded while Brooke just hummed in agreement, moving onto her eyeshadow, gathering her brushes together.

"But like.. The edges though." Maddy spun a little round, glancing at her friends who weren't even paying attention to what she was saying.

"Maddy, they're fine." Kat said while Brooke responded, "Yeah girl, calm down."

Maddy scoffed and said "Fine like they're weird, or fine like nobody but me would notice what I notice?"

"Fine like shut the fuck up Maddy!" BB yelled from Maddy's bathroom which caused Brooke to stop applying her makeup and start laughing

"I'm disgusting. I literally look disgusting." Maddy said while  pulling her tank top back up while Brooke scoffed and Kat responded "Maddy, you need to snap the fuck out of this. You're hot as fuck and Nate's a loser. Who cares?" Kat said, looking up at her while Brooke hummed in agreement, finishing her makeup and putting the mirror back on Maddy's table.

"He's not a loser, he's a dick." Maddy defended him. "All dicks are losers... duh." Kat mumbled. Brooke stood up and grabbed her phone, walking into the bathroom that BB was previously getting ready in, no longer interested in the seemingly never ending conversation. She pulled up her periwinkle colored jeans and smoothed out the wrinkles on her satin, indigo shirt.

Brooke came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed and grabbed her phone to get more details about the party that was being thrown later.

"Brooke! You ready?" Maddy yelled from downstairs, glancing at Kat and BB who were also confused on what Brooke was doing. "Yep! I'm coming, gimme a sec I'm putting my shoes on." Maddy shrugged and turned around, walking to the door while BB shouted "We're gonna wait for you in the car." while following Kat and Maddy outside, shutting the door.

                                    ***

Maddy slowed the car down, beginning to pull into the parking lot of the store that Fezco owned with his brother. A certain curly haired girl walked past  the car and as soon as Maddy parked, she squinted her eyes and leaned closer to where the familiar figure was coming from.

"Is that..?" Maddy mumbled

"Oh shit. Slow down." Kat told her, even though she was already parked.

"Dude that's Rue! Oh my god.." Kat yelled.

Brooke sat up and smiled. "Oh shit! It is her!"

"Wait. didn't Rue like.. Die?" Maddy asked, confused.

BB leaned back in her seat and said "Oh my god.. I hate ghosts." Making Brooke laugh and say "She was in rehab I think."

Kat stuck her head out the window and yelled, "Yo Casper! You want a ride?"

Rue turned around and started walking slowly to the car. "Why thank you."

Brooke moved over to the middle seat, making room for Rue while she opened the door and got in the car. "Hey Rueee" Brooke said, making Rue turn to her and grin lazily. "Oh hey."

Maddy pulled out the parking spot and continued driving while rap music played and the smoke from BB's vape and the blunts that were being passed around, filled the car.

Brooke looked down at her phone, getting a message from her best friend, Sienna.

                                          Sienna<3

Sienna<3

Hey bitchh, where u at?

Brooke

I'm omw rn. I'm in the car wit Maddy and evb else. This car loud asf

Sienna<3

Ok girl be safe

Love u. see u soon

Brooke

I will! Love u too.

Brooke shut her phone off and laid her head against the headrest behind her, growing a headache every time BB blew smoke in her direction. Brooke just kept calm and continued listening to the rap music playing throughout the car, thankful that the current situation would only be for a couple more minutes. When the girls arrived at the party, they all said their goodbyes and ran off inside.

Brooke planned to stay with Maddy, but of course that wasn't happening since she already walked off, probably to find Nate. Her eyes darted across the room, hoping to find Sienna, or anybody else that was familiar to her.

After walking around for a few minutes, Brooke grew irritated with how many people shoved into her, unapologetically. Looking through the crowd of people one last time, before eventually deciding that she would find Sienna later, Brooke walked to the kitchen.

She grabbed a red solo cup, glancing at all the bottles of alcohol and shot glasses that were scattered throughout the kitchen. Making sure her cup was clean, she walked over to the fruit punch bowl and made herself a drink, making a mental note to add some tequila to it as well.

"Hey Brooke! I've been looking for you!" Brooke's head snapped to where the voice came from, thinking it was Sienna but it was just one of her friends from school, Isobel. "Hey Isobel! You liking the party so far?" She said drinking from her cup.

"It's ight." Isobel shrugged. "You?" Brooke grinned before shrugging as well. "Yeah it's ight. You know where Sienna is?" She shouted over the loud music.

"Uhm.. The last I saw her, she was at the bathroom so try there." Isobel spoke before grabbing a bottle of alcohol and walking away, saying her goodbyes.

Brooke drank the rest of her drink, scrunching her face, looking down into the cup, only to see that it was clear. She put the cup down, rolling her eyes as she realized she just drank from the wrong cup. She shrugged it off, walking back into the living room, to find Sienna. Her eyes scanned over all the dancing figures before she found what she guessed

were the bathrooms, where a lot of people gathered.

Brooke looked at all the figures, not finding one with noticeably crimson colored hair, which caused her to turn around, figuring whatever was going on behind that crowded door, was most likely bullshit.

She walked around more, still trying to find Sienna before eventually giving up and sitting herself down onto an empty seat on the couch. Her eyes scanned the room, watching all the people who were doing their own thing before she turned her head to get a look at who she was sitting beside. Her eyebrows raised and when she saw Sienna

"Where the hell were you?" Brooke shouted over the loud music, causing Sienna to look at her and smile. "I was looking for you everywhere!" Sienna yelled before pulling her into a hug.

Brooke's smile faded away as she felt a tug on her bladder. "Hey, stay here, don't go anywhere. I gotta use the bathroom." Sienna pulled away from the hug and said "Alright, but be quick" she chuckled and walked off to the bathroom.

                                                                                                                       

***

Brooke walked out the bathroom, shaken up from all the drama she had heard. She shrugged it off, walking back to the couch that she was previously at. She looked around for Sienna before eventually sitting down, figuring she just went to get a drink.

She grabbed her phone out of her bag and started scrolling on instagram, no longer having interest in this party.

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She started scrolling through the comments before she felt the seat beside her sink down. She looked over and saw Sienna. "I told you not to leave!" Sienna laughed "I'm sorry, I was thirsty I had to get a drink. You wanna dance?" She yelled over the loud music. Brooke nodded as Sienna pulled her up and led her toward the middle of the living room, crowded with dancing figures.

Sienna and Brooke started dancing together but Brooke felt eyes watching her. Brooke continued dancing but shrugged the feeling off

Unbeknownst to Brooke, Ashtray was staring ahead of them. He watched as they grabbed onto each other, dancing and singing along with the music. He didn't know either of the girls well, but he did know that Sienna bought weed from him alot and Brooke just seemed.. Confusing.

He met her a couple times before. Sometimes she was dressed in sweatpants and a tee and didn't talk at all while looking at her phone and other times, she was dressed all fancy with her hair done up in some kind of way while being chatty.

He knew she came from a rich family and just figured she would be one of those rich, annoying, stuck up girls with an everlasting bitchy attitude. Maybe he was judging her based on what he heard about her but she just seemed like she was uninteresting and annoying.

Despite how Ashtray was staring her down, Brooke didn't notice it. But Sienna did. And just as she was about to tell Brooke, and suggest going over there, she heard a loud voice.

"Do you guys know who the fuck this is?" Brooke and Sienna stopped dancing and the music stopped. Everyone was staring at Nate Jacobs pointing at a girl Brooke had never seen before.

"Does anybody know who the fuck this is? Does anybody know who the fuck Jules is?" Nate yelled again, while everyone stood awkwardly, but silent. He walked away from the girl and towards the crowd of people around him and started pointing at someone "Anyone at all. You. Do you know who the fuck Jules is?" He turned around and started walking back towards her. Continuing their previous conversation, Brooke couldn't hear because she was too far away.

Nate started getting in the girl's face which obviously upset her before he yelled again "Yo is anybody here, friends with Jules? Anyone? Does anyone know who the fuck this bitch is?"

He got quiet again, waiting for someone to speak before yelling louder. "Somebody better speak up or this bitch is gonna get fucked up!" The girl, seemingly tired of Nate being an asshole to her, grabbed a knife

"Oh shit.." Brooke mumbled while Sienna hummed in agreement to her reaction. Nate walked backwards away from the girl, as if he was retreating from a bear. "You wanna fucking hurt me!?" She yelled, walking towards him. "No! I was fucking kidding!" He yelled, trying to calm her down, which obviously in this case, wouldn't work. "Back the fuck up! What the fuck is your problem?!" She yelled, getting him against a cabinet with a scared look as he eyed the knife in her hand. "Put the fucking knife down okay- It was a joke-" He scrambled, trying to find the right words.

"You wanna fucking hurt me!?" "No no no-" Nate mumbled, still eyeing the knife. "You have no fucking idea." She said, slicing her wrist after. Brooke gasped like everyone else and looked at Sienna, who was just shaking her head, at a loss for words.

"I'm fucking invincible!" Jules said, with her hand raised up, walking over to Nate and putting her blood on his shoulder. She backed up from Nate, putting her arm down and shouted, "By the way, I'm Jules. I just moved here!" She said, smiling and walking out the kitchen,

The music started back up and everyone continued dancing. Brooke nodded slowly, finding the new girl cool but somewhat weird. She then  turned to Sienna, who was already looking at her. "Okay then.." Sienna mumbled over the music. "The fuck just happened" Sienna shrugged in confusion

WC: 1946

I haven't posted on here in so long but I hope u enjoyed LMAO

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I FINALLY GOT ROUND TO MAKING AN INTRO

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

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[formulaheart]

Again I don't know why is the same picture

This is who would win in an all out fist fight (use whatever reasoning you want) but as the drivers are RIGHT NOW. All of the pairings are COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED. I know some of them are quite unfortunate but I kept them in the spirit of this chaotic bracket. This will also be the fastest bracket of my life so l can report the results at Christmas dinner <3. Since a full bracket is more than 20 people I've included this years full grid as well as next years grid and some returning legends. Please tag your reasoning if you want.

[pandoranbean]

The Ring (Pt. 2)

agedup!neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader

synopsis. you and your family finally arrived in awa'atlu and meet the metkayina. you learn their ways quickly and adapt, but it would be too good to be true if everything went well and without a few bumps along the way. additionally, someone needs to confess something to you.

word count: 5.5k

warnings/tags: maybe dark (not directly sibling x sibling but it can be recieved as such), slight angst, contains a TINY mention of alcoholism, one-sided love

music: my spotify playlists, (playlist with more rock and metal; more accessible songs.) sailor song - gigi perez and strangers - ethel cain

the song 'kiss' mentioned here is based on / an ”homage“ to a song of the same name by wavvyboi (spotify, youtube)

na'vi translations: skxawng - moron; uturu - refuge; olo'eyktan - clan leader; oel ngati kameie - i see you; tsahìk: spiritual leader; ikran - mountain banshee; vonvä' - asshole, dickhead; tstew - brave; tsamsiyu - warrior; oe tiyawn nga - i love you;

translations from here <3

notes: i call lo'ak and neteyam "brothers", although they are not related to the reader (y/n). also sorry for basically copying the script of twow for like half of the fic, but i promise in pt.3 there will be less

fic begings under here

in the last part of "the ring":

you watched jake stand in front of tarsem as he slices the olo’eyktan’s chest, symbolically killing jake, which made tarsem the new olo’eyktan of the clan you would be leaving shortly.  as your family left, you turned around to tarsem. “i’m proud of you, tarsem. until we meet again.” you press all three fingers to the top of your head and sweep it down slightly to the bridge of your nose, before departing from your face downward. “oel ngati kameie, olo’eytkan tarsem. thanks for being by my side and making me the warrior i am today.” “thank you y/n. until we meet again.” he hugs you, his first trainee, for maybe the last time, before you follow your family to their ikrans. unbeknownst to you, tarsem shed a little tear when you left.

you flew for many hours… so many hours you started getting serious back pain from sitting on your ikran, sometimes with tuk, sometimes not.

“how long do we have to fly? it feels like we’ve been flying for an eternity, dad!” lo’ak asked, with a little hint of whining in his voice.

as you flew out of a cloud, you could see a beautiful seaside village, teal-coloured na’vi sat in round pools of water, which looked like hot springs to you, and some na’vi rode on very long creatures that moved through the water so efficiently and marvelously, you were just staring at them.

as your ikrans flew closer to the ground, you noticed that these na’vi looked different, their eyes were bigger and featured a blue or green color rather than the yellow ones you were used to. their forearms and lower legs had expanded to include a fin-like structure, which you later learned was known as a 'strake', and the tails were broadened to form a paddle shape.

as you landed on the sand, it didn’t take long for your teal-coloured brothers and sisters to surround the blue, foreign na’vi that showed up unannounced.

tuk was awoken from her slumber as you landed, “are we there y/n?” she said, still half asleep.

“yes we are tuk.” you said as you dismounted your ikran and carried her down to the sand.

her eyes widened as she took in the new environment she was witnessing. she eyed up the teal na’vi the same way they did, you found it pathetic from them to stare at you all like you were a completely different species. tuk walked forward curiously as neytiri grabbed her bow from her ikran.

“hey. leave it.” jake said to her. she obliged with a gruff sound, putting the bow back. jake turned to you and your siblings. “on me.”

“tuk?” you said, extending your hand for her to grab onto it.

“be nice” neytiri instructed you as she extended her hand for tuk to grab onto it. tuk looked at you with an expression you interpreted as her asking you ‘can i?’ which you nodded to. neytiri nodded back to you.

“hey” jake said nervously. it had been the first time you’d heard him this nervous in months, if not years.

a murmur went through the crowd of your teal brothers and sisters, as they recognized jake sully, toruk makto and, until recently, olo’eyktan of the omatikaya clan. they eyed all seven of you curiously, especially jake, kiri and lo’ak since they had five fingers and faint signs of eyebrows.

a young, teal na’vi, with a hairstyle the sky people called “man bun” or something like that, and his friend, you assumed, cut through the crowd like a newly sharpened knife through prey when hunting. you, neteyam and lo’ak greeted them with the gesture you do while saying oel ngati kameie, but none of you three said the words.

“easy, just be cool.” jake reminded you three.

“look, what is that?” the shorter of the two teal boys said. “is that supposed to be a tail?”

you whipped your tail in their direction, although doing so slowly, they still took a step back. “woah woah woah!” they laughed.

you turned to see what your brothers were doing, as you saw both of them staring at a girl - you had to admit, was really beautiful - as she dismounted the fast water creature you admired earlier, and came out of the water. you nudged lo’ak while grinning, who then shoved his brother a bit by accident, making neteyam lose balance shortly. and you had to admit to yourself - again - that her dismount from the creature was flawless, it looked like she had practiced it like a thousand times just for this moment.

“what the hell, y/n?” lo’ak muttered before shoving you back and staring at the girl again who now stepped closer to the little crowd that had formed around the seven of you.

neytiri noticed the two of them staring, although neteyam was way more nonchalant about it than lo’ak was, and gave them a gaze that was apparently so intimidating they immediately stopped.

“it’s too small, how are they supposed to swim?” the shorter teal boy said and laughed, but his smile didn’t last very long as the girl lo’ak had stared at like he’d never seen one before stepped in front of them. “do not! rotxo! ao’nung!” she scolded, before turning back to lo’ak who had started staring again, which made you sigh in disappointment.

“hey…” he said timidly, like he had never spoken to a person, let alone a girl before. you really had to keep yourself composed not to burst out in laughter, but you knew better than to laugh at your bother when he was in the middle of courting the girl.

your eyes shot into the sky as you heard something soaring above your heads. you could see it was a sea creature too, but not the same one lo’aks holiday flirt rode when she arrived. as the creature settled in the water, a mighty warrior with many tattoos over his face and chest, which were partially covered by a necklace with something you assumed to be a tooth of some kind of sea predator, dismounted his creature and stepped closer to us.

“olo’eyktan, i see you.” the warrior said to jake as they both greeted each other with the accompanying hand gesture.

“olo’eyktan tonowari.” neytiri greeted the warrior named tonowari, who apparently was the olo’eyktan of that clan, with the same gesture.

the crowd in front of you suddenly parted for someone or something again, you just couldn’t see who or what they were parting for, until a woman with a beautiful shell on her forehead stepped forward. she eyed you all up suspiciously, like you were intruders, unwelcome on her turf.

“i see you, ronal, tsahìk of the metkayina” jake said to the tsahìk, who you just now noticed was slightly pregnant.

neytiri greeted her next. “i see you, ronal.” you followed suit and greeted her too. “i see you, ronal.”

she turned to you and eyed you up suspiciously, especially staring at your face, then looking at jake and then back to you, determining you probably weren’t their biological child before turning back to jake and neytiri.

jake spread his arms wide like an ikran ready for take off. “we seek uturu!”

ronal looked so shocked, if you didn’t listen to the conversation, you probably would’ve thought he just insulted her. “uturu?” she responds, like she’d never heard that word before. she looked at tonowari while jake continued.

“a sanctuary for my family.” jake added with a pleading expression on his face.

ronal now circled the seven of you, grabbing your arm. “their arms are thin…” she observed while you snatched away your arm, caught off guard by her sudden action. you turned around to see what she was up to. your ears fold back as she grabs kiri’s tail. “...their tails…”

her speech was interrupted by kiri snatching her tail back. “ow!”

ronal didn’t care if she had hurt kiri and continued on her speech.”...are weak…” she suddenly grabs kiri’s hands, which were holding her tail until ronal held them in the air to prove a certain point. “...these children… are not even true na’vi!” she exclaimed while lifting up kiri’s hands slightly so that the whole clan could see that kiri had one more finger than them, like a demon. a murmur went through the crowd as she walked over to lo’ak, and also grabbed his hand and yanked it in the air. “they have demon blood!”

she had now almost gotten around to pointing out her dislikes about each one of your family, as jake stepped in and held his hand up. “look. look! i was born as one of the sky people, but now i'm na'vi! some can adapt!”

you grew less interested in the fight between jake, neytiri and ronal, so you started exchanging looks with your brothers, well, at least you tried, neteyam ignored your gaze and lo’ak was lost in his thoughts - probably about the girl that still didn’t have a name.

after a bit, you turned to their argument again as neytiri and ronal hissed at each other. before things could escalate any further, jake stepped in. “i apologize for my mate, she’s-”

neytiri tries to cut jake off, “do not apologize for me!” but he simply kept talking. “...flown a long way and is exhausted.”

“jake!” she protested, but jake shot her a look that told her to step back and she did so. “uturu has been asked…” she muttered.

ronal looked up at tonowari, subtly shaking her head at him. he made a pleading face, which then led her to give him a still subtle, but now more noticeable nod.

tonowari turned to the seven of you again. “my son ao’nung and out daughter tsireya will show your children what to do.”

and the girl lo’ak been eyeing finally had a name… tsireya. and she was the sister of that skxawng who laughed at your tails earlier.

ao’nung was obviously not happy with his fathers decision and tried to protest, but was immediately shut down by him.

as you brought your stuff to your new home, which the metkayina clan called marui, you stared in awe as you take in the beauty of the place. their homes were attached to mangrove tree roots and held up with tension created between them. you laid the stuff you carried down and took in the beauty of your new home, as you heard a thumping sound, which made you flinch and turn around. neytiri had dropped her carpet, but you couldn’t tell why. was it in awe? in exhaustion? in sadness?

you feel a little hand pulling at your arm. “come into the water with us y/n!” tuk asked, giving you her puppy dog eyes, which when she did, you couldn’t deny her anything.

you at first thought you were walking to the beach, but as tuk grabbed you hands tightly and tugeds you to the end of the walkway, jumping into the water as she lets go of your hand. you hesitated at first, but quickly decided to follow her.

the sea was beautiful. everywhere were little fish and other sea creatures who swam curiously around you. tuk gestured you to come swim with her, and you did so. the sea was so vibrant, there were just too many impressions and you couldn’t decide what to stare at first. soon after, the both of you needed to go up for air.

“everything alright tuk?” you asked her, concern etched onto your face

“i just needed air, my breath is really short.” she said, as just a few meters away, neteyam and lo’ak resurfaced from the water to catch some air. the only one you didn't see was kiri, which made you feel uneasy.

“have you seen kiri?” you shout over to your brothers.

“no, we haven’t!” lo’ak shouted back, looking concerned. neteyam also looked concerned, but he didn’t look or respond to you.

“stay up tuk!” you instructed her as you took a deep breath and dove back down under the water. you once again took in the beauty of the ocean, although you weren’t able to really appreciate it fully since you were still frantically searching for kiri. you looked behind big corals and stones as long as your breath lasted, until you had to resurface for air.

“where is she?” neteyam asked, which made your heart jump a bit, as you hadn’t spoken since you sat down in front of the family hut back in high camp, and the both of you didn’t leave that conversation feeling better about yourselves. well, at least you didn’t.

not wanting to fuel your fight with neteyam even more, you decided not to give a sarcastic answer. “i don’t know, i haven't seen her yet!” you prepared to go back underwater, but your brothers didn’t follow suit, still looking concerned. “your skxawng asses are BOTH coming with!”

your brothers took a deep breath and went under as well, although doing so not looking amused. the three of you split up as you searched for your sister. out of the corner of your eye, you could see a familiar blue on the sea ground, but as you turned around you saw it wasn’t kiri, but just a weird sea plant.

you felt the need to go up for air while getting a more aerial view of the sea, and as you did so, you saw kiri, happily swimming around and snuggling, of some sorts, with a sea creature you assumed was about 7-9 meters long.

you took a quick breath as you dove down to her. you tried signaling to her that she should go up for air but she shook her head and signaled you that she was okay, shown by a simple thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes as you swam back up, where your brothers were waiting for you already. “where is she?” lo’ak said. “we can’t find her, did you?” neteyam asked.

“she apparently doesn’t need to breathe underwater” you said jokingly, not knowing how true it actually was.

your brothers looked at you confusedly, then swimming off again. you turned around to tuk, who stayed put in the water. “what do you mean she doesn’t need to breathe?” she asked you.

you smile at her, ”that wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, i just joked about it. i needed to go up like 4 times for air while she didn’t need to go once.” you paused. “i’m heading back to our ma… mairu? marui, yes, marui. you coming?” you asked her, reaching out of her hand.

“i’ll stay for a bit y/n.” she responded.

“alright, see you later tuk! and stay safe, don't swim out too far and all that, if something happens to you, neytiri will kill me.” you said jokingly, before swimming back to shore.

over the next few days, you started to learn the metkayina ways, like how to breathe properly before going into the water or riding an ilu. but you weren’t the only ones to learn something, because you, neteyam and lo’ak taught that skxawng ao’nung and his friends to not mess with your family.

kiri laid in the water, zoning out while looking at the beautiful sand. unbeknownst to her, ao’nung and his friends surrounded her, staring at her like they’d never seen her before and she just decided to appear out of nowhere.

ao’nung and his friends were talking and mumbling outside the water when her head emerged from the water, with a friendly expression on her face. “huh? what’d you say?”

“are you some kind of… freak?” ao’nung asked her, surrounded by his friends, towering over kiri cockily.

kiri was taken aback by their question. “he asked if you’re a freak!” rotxo followed up.

all of this happened in your reach of hearing, which is why you put your guitar down and stood up and watched, ready to step in. as ao’nung grabbed kiris hands and said she wasn’t a real na’vi, lo’ak rushed towards the group, “hey! back off, fishlips!” he exclaimed, prompting you to follow him.

“ooh, another four fingered freak!” ao’nung laughed.

“don’t touch me!” lo’ak commanded, but they didn’t listen, obviously.

“leave us alone!” kiri pleaded, as you joined the group while they taunted lo’ak, calling his tail a “babytail”.

“back off, skxawng!” you said, as you shoved ao’nung away from lo’ak. you felt a rush of air, as netyam passed you, shoving ao’nung a second time.

“you heard what she said. back the fuck off.” neteyam said, inches away from ao’nung at this point.

another metkayina, who stood beside ao’nung spoke up, “aah, big brother comi-” before being cut off by ao’nung.

“back off.” neteyam said to ao’nung, who didn’t seem to give a fuck about what he said. “now.” he added, adding graveness to his voice.

ao’nung apparently seemed to finally get his message, raising his hands and backing off.

“smart choice. and from now on, you respect my sister.” neteyam said. the boy who got cut off by ao’nung earlier exchanged hisses with kiri. “let’s go.”

“bye bye!” the teal boys mocked, smug smiles on their faces.

as you walked away, you could basically feel lo’ak’s desire to just absolutely uppercut the heck out of that vonvä’ ao’nung. “don’t lo’ak. it will just cause more trouble, and remember, jake asked us to do one thing, and that was to behave.” you mutter to him.

as lo’ak stops in his tracks, you grab his arm, making the metkayina boys whistle behind your back, “she thinks we cant take on her freak-ass brother, does she?”

“i’m saving your ass, so shut up.” you said, tightening your grip on lo’aks wrist. nonetheless, he yanked it right out of your grip and walked over to them. in a last ditch effort, you mutter “don’t lo’ak!” to him, but he doesn’t listen. why should he, he is lo’ak after all.

“i know this hand is funny, look, i’m a freak, alien. but it can do something really cool, watch…” he said, as he balled his hand into a fist, “first up ball it up real tight, like this… ‘kay? then-”

“shit!” you exclaimed as lo’ak hit aonung so hard in the jaw, his head snapped to the right side with a force that could’ve broken his damn neck. he fell down on the ground, looking shocked at what lo’ak had just done.

“it’s called a punch, bitch!”

“what was the one thing i asked, one thing?” jake asked the three of you, neteyam and lo’ak.

“stay out of trouble…” one of your brothers said. you didn’t recognize who it was, you were too busy looking at the ground, ashamed of disobeying the only thing jake asked of you.

“stay out of trouble, right!” he repeated.

“it was my fault-” neteyam begun, wanting to take the blame for lo’aks actions, but jake wasn’t having any of it.

“yeah, i don't think so, you gotta stop taking the heat for this knucklehead!” jake interrupted him, clearly not buying the act.

you lifted your head up “jake, ao’nung and his skxa-... his friends were picking on kiri…”

“...called her a freak.” lo’ak added.

jake took a deep breath as he eyed the three of you up and down, seeing your injuries. neteyam and lo’ak were bleeding at the nose and lip, and had bruises all over their bodies. apparently ao’nung had taught his friends morals, since you were the one with the least amount of injuries, almost every bruise you had came from them wildly fighting and being unaware of their surroundings. sometimes, they did hit you on purpose, but that was the meaning of a fight, right?

“go apologize to ao’nung.” jake commanded lo’ak, your eyes widened at his request, even tho it wasn't directed at you. “he’s the chiefs son, d’ya understand? i don’t care how you do it, just go make peace. just go!” and with that, lo’ak left.

jake now spoke to you, “y/n, why didn’t you hold lo’ak back? or neteyam at least? you couldn’t even hold back yourself! i really thought better of you, as my eldest child.”

“i tried holding him back, i held his wrist and told him not to but he just yanked out of my grip and i was basically powerless! now don’t blame me for not trying.” you responded.

jake raised an eyebrow, “and what about neteyam? and why did you join in?” he asked.

you tried to not turn red just now as he mentioned neteyam, “at that point it was already too late jake. and i tried to break it up but just got caught in the fight.” you looked down again to hide your reddening face.

jake again eyed you up, taking in every injury. “at least they have some manners, they didn’t go so hard on you as they did on your brothers.” he then turned to the neteyam. “so what’d the other guys look like?” he asked.

“worse” neteyam replied, while looking up from the ground slightly to meet his fathers gaze.

“thats good.” jake replied, which you were a bit confused about but also understood somewhat.

“a lot worse” neteyam added as he looked up at his father, a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile forming on his face. he was pushing his luck at this point, which made jake send him out. “get outta here.”

jake turned back to you. “im disappointed, y/n. i really though you were wiser than to join in after failing to stop them from punching the olo’eyktan’s son.”

“i’m sorry.” you replied, gaze still left on the ground.

“look at me. look me in the eyes y/n.” jake commanded, and you did so. “they were in the wrong, yes, they shouldn’t have called kiri a freak, but that does not justify punching them. if they do that again, tell your brothers to back the fuck off and get me. understand?”

“understood.”

“get out.”

you exited the marui and saw neteyam, lost in thought, sitting at the edge of the tension-held pathways. you sat beside him, searching for an opportunity to clear the room about the last few weeks’ events. just as you sat down, he stood up again and was going to leave. you were having none of that ‘running away from your problems like a child’ shit and grabbed his wrist.

“neteyam! why the fuck are you ignoring me?” you ask, mostly anger but also hurt paints your words. “you can’t keep running from your problems neteyam! talk to me, i want to help you!”

neteyam sat back down again.”y/n, i really like you, alright? but i just moved to this unknown village with lots of skxawngs that i don’t like and will probably never do, and then i got this-” he lowered his voice so only you could hear him, “relationship with you, which is anything but traditional. i’m scared we’ll get outcast, now more than ever! so i don’t want to be the boy who doesn’t try to court any metkayina girls and hangs out a ton with you, because then they will make up rumors, and-”

“neteyam, i get it. but that doesn’t mean you can just ignore me without saying anything, alright? i understand what your reason is, but if we do this we have to do it together. you are a strong and tstew tsamsiyu, yes, but you don’t have to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders... let me help you carry it.”

neteyam looks you in the eyes, the first time, apart from what happened at sea a week or so earlier when you were trying to find kiri, since you all arrived in awa’atlu. “you would?” he asks, not believing you mean this offer seriously.

“yes, i would. for you… oe tiyawn nga.”

“y/n?” tuk had been nervously tossing, stirring and turning on her woven mat all night which made it almost impossible for you to get any sleep. but you weren’t mad at her, she was still a kid and moving to a new place, just like that can be very demanding, especially of a child.

“hm? what is it?” you whispered back to her as she sat up.

“i can’t sleep. can you sing me something? pleeeeeease?” and there her puppy-eyes were again, gazing at you through the darkness of your marui. “and can you play guitar for me?”

you acted like you needed to think about it, although you had already made up your mind, you would be singing for her, tonight. “hmm… okay, ill do it. but we need to go outside, otherwise we’ll wake everyone else up, alright?”

tuk nodded with a big smile on her face, which made you smile in response, because you knew you caused her to smile. you grabbed your guitar and quietly went outside with tuk. “are you cold tuk?” you asked her, wanting her to feel as comfortable as possible.

she shook her head determinedly, leading you to a somewhat remote part of the village where you could sit in the sand, play guitar and sing for her without anybody hearing you.

you sat down and patted the spot next to you where she laid down and rested her head against your thighs. “what do you want me to sing?” you asked tuk.

she thought for a few seconds until she decided to ask me for the song ‘kiss’. “i want to hear ‘kiss’. you played it so beautifully the first time, i want to hear it again.”

you actually needed to think for a second, because you had only played it once or twice, but when you remembered, your eyes lit up with passion. the song reminded you of your love for neteyam, and you sung that song for him, although he didn’t know. it made you think of all the things you had done together, now, the moments where he stared into your eyes, where he showed you how to use a bow and-

“y/n?” you snapped out of your trance when tuk started tugging at your top to get your attention back and to FINALLY start playing guitar for her. “y/nnnnnn?”

“oh, sorry tuk, i… got lost in my thoughts.” you smile at her apologetically while she relaxes her head back onto your thigh and you start playing the song.

the song was so unapologetically beautiful and emotional, while at the same time not making you want to cry, but you could if you wanted to. and the song was repetitive, but in a way that could make the person the song is addressed to never forget what they had just heard, what just had been said to them. it makes the person the song is about the overarching topic that lays perfectly in between every single paragraph, in between every single word, in between every single syllable, in between every single letter.

as you finally finished up the song, you saw tuk’s chest rising and falling slowly, she was definitely asleep. you gently removed tuk from your thigh and picked her up with one hand, while carrying the guitar in the other.

you laid her down on her woven mat in the marui, tucking her in with a blanket. you then sat down your guitar and laid down yourself, quickly drifting off to sleep.

“no jake, i won’t stop doing the things i love, just because you think it’s ‘sky people stuff’!” you exclaimed. jake and neytiri were scolding you after tuk blabbered out you sung her to sleep last night with your guitar.

“y/n, we spoke about this before, and we said no more playing around the hut, and it still applies for the marui!” jake defended himself. he didn’t want you playing guitar and adapting to ‘sky people stuff’.

you laughed in disbelief as you heard him said that. “jake, if i hadn’t done that last night, tuk would’ve gotten almost, if not even no sleep at all! why are you angry at me for helping her sleep?” you couldn’t believe jake’s hypocrisy. he used sky people weapons all the time to kill people, but if you played guitar, its like the end of the world for him. you didn’t speak about it tho, because the last time you did, he explained to you for an hour or two - you don’t even remember - why he should be using the sky people weapons.

“you’re disobeying eywa’s third law actively y/n!” jake said, his anger growing bigger with every word he said.

“but you aren’t when you’re using sky people’s guns?” shit, you didn’t want to say that, and you shouldn’t have. you only realized you had stood up from the ground a few seconds after saying that.

“sit back down y/n!” neytiri hissed at you.

your ears folded back because you were ashamed of yourself for saying that, and because neytiri hissed at you. she rarely did that, but if she did, it was a sign to you to SHUT UP. and that’s exactly what you did, you sat back down without saying anything, looking down on the ground, ears still folded back.

“how often do we have to tell you to stop playing that damn guitar? it is-” jake said, before he was interrupted by someone.

“why do you let her keep it then? it’s like giving an alcoholic a cabinet full of alcohol!” neteyam said.

the three of you looked up at him, surprised to see him here, defending you. “neteyam, don’t.” you look up, now pleadingly staring at him. “this is none of your business.”

neteyam was about to say something when jake stood up, now towering in front of him, blocking your view of him. “get out.” jake said. you’ve never seen him this angry before, and you realized it’s all because you played that stupid guitar. jake and neytiri were mad at you because of it, jake was now angry at neteyam as well because of it, and who knows what would be after this discussion, because of it.

“you know we dont like when you play that thing, and we want… you NEED to stop, you ARE stopping, y/n. even one sound comes out this, and we will burn it at the next campfire.” jake said after he turned back around to you.

your ears perked up as you heard what he had just said, and thats when you’ve had enough. you stood up as your eyes became watery at the thought of the only thing that could keep you sane if you’d be alone being destroyed. “you wouldn’t jake… you wouldn’t dare to.”

“fuck yes i would.” he said, not an ounce of emotion being shown from his expression.

“i need to speak to your father alone y/n. you can leave.” neytiri said. jake looked at her in disbelief, like she just insulted him in the worst way possible. she was still angry, but her anger was now more directed to jake as you exited the marui, beginning to cry.

that neytiri had just called jake ‘your father’ didn’t bother you in the slightest, but it would’ve if you weren’t too busy with wiping tears from your eyes. you picked up a bit of their conversation before being out of reach. “jake, the kid obviously loves this thing! you’re not her drill sergeant! why would you forbid her to-”

a strong hand touched your shoulder, you flinched at the unexpected physical contact. you turned around to see neteyam standing in front of you. “i’m sorry y/n, i didn't mean to embarrass you or anything, i was just… i wanted to help you.”

“thank you neteyam.” you said as you hugged him and all your tears and pent up anger let loose. “i never thought you would stand up for me, especially against your parents. thank you.”

“yes, i would. for you… oe tiyawn nga.”

“i don’t understand why you don’t really miss spider, i mean you two were like yin and yang, you were the missing puzzle piece to each other, you know?” you said to kiri while you were weaving something and she was laying on her woven mat.

“at first i did miss him y/n, but over the last few weeks i just… i don’t know. i guess i just lost touch with him after we left.” kiri said while staring at the ceiling of the marui. she fidgeted with her hands, which she often did in nervous situations.

you noticed her fidgeting with her hands and were curious why she was doing it. “kiri? is everything alright? you’re fidgeting again”

her eyes immediately widened at your request, she sat up and looked you in the eyes. “no… no it’s not.” she said. it was obvious she was near tears. it felt like she had something weighing on her consciousness she needed to get rid off.

“is it because of spider?” you asked, you couldn’t explain it to yourself otherwise than that she was really missing him after all.

“no y/n…” she said, a tear running down her face. you reached out to wipe it from her face, but she turned her face away. you dropped your hand back to your body as she continued. “it’s because of you y/n…”

the feeling of support you wanted to give to kiri almost immediately vanished and turned into sorrow and a feeling of unease entered your stomach as it turned. “m- me? what did i do?”

you asked, but she didn't answer. “kiri, talk to me, what did i do?”

kiri looked down at her hands, “you didn’t do anything, but… i kept something from you i need to tell you.”

“you know im always there for you kiri, and you can always talk to me about anything.” you replied to her, hoping she would finally tell you what was going on.

“y/n, i…”

“i have feelings for you.”

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ROUND 1 SCHEDULE

Seeds 1-10 will receive a first round bye due to the bracket structure. These players are: Caligula Lotus, Kiki Familia, Tyreek Olive, Frasier Shmurmgle, Derrick Krueger, Tiana Cash, Sebastian Sunshine, Scrap Murphy, José Haley, and Matteo Prestige.

Division 1 - polling April 23rd

Bryanayah Chang vs. Juan Rangel Jenna Maldonado vs. Matheo Carpenter Hurley Pacheco vs. Sebastian Townsend Wesley Dudley vs. Jessi Wise Shaquille Torres vs. Blankenship Fischer

Division 2 - polling April 24th

Jorge Ito vs. Sam Solis Rhys Trombone vs. Hendricks Rangel Alexandria Dracaena vs. Sosa Elftower Tyler Violet vs. Trevino Merritt Forrest Bookbaby vs. Bennett Browning Zi Delacruz vs. Paul Barnes

Division 3 - polling April 25th

Kennedy Alstott vs. Miguel Javier Nora Perez vs. Stevenson Monstera Atlas Jonbois vs. Lars Mendoza Isaac Rubberman vs. Murray Pony Cedric Gonzalez vs. Natha Kath

Division 4 - polling April 28th

Eduardo Ingram vs. Ogden Mendoza Miki Santana vs. Dickerson Greatness Velasquez Meadows vs. Theodore Passon Miguel Wheeler vs. Aldon Anthony Richardson Turquoise vs. Fitzgerald Massey Famous O'Connor vs. Langley Wheeler

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The Hager twins grew up to toddlers!

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Belgium 2019

-Ferrari front row lockout!!!

-“Charles Leclerc out qualifying his teammate Sebastian Vettel for the sixth time this season” woahhh

-“Grid penalty for Carlos Sainz on his birthday” That should be illegal

-“I’ll tell you what the Mercedes are a little worried about guys, it’s the Alpha Romeo of Kimi Raikkonen” Yess

-Oh Red Bull made their switch from Pierre to Alex then

-Aaah what’s happening??

-“Sainz has stalled on the grid” On his birthday??

-Sebastian???

-Oh no Kimi and Nico

-Oh wow Sebastian!!

-Maxxxx 😭😭😭 (I said karma would come for him but I didn’t think it would be like thissss!! Or this early??)

-Aaah that was chaotic

-So many cars got damaged

-“Pierre Gasly is up in to 9th from 13th on the grid” This is also karma

-The commentators jinxed Kimi with their comment of the Mercedes being worried about him earlier cause he’s p18 now -very very far from the Mercedes

-What’s going on with Carlos?? Oh no is he out?!

-In contrast, Lando has made it to p5

-“This is probably Vettel’s best chance of passing Leclerc isn’t it” Not today my friend

-Ohmygodd every driver did a fastest lap one after the other! That was such a cool graphic!

-“Leclerc pulling out a big gap now over his teammate” Let’s go Charles let’s go

-Also the Haas?? P6 and 7?!

-“Vettel’s not that quick” Lewis sounding like a fellow student snitching on his classmate

-“Kevin Magnussen putting up a sterling defense against Sergio Perez”

-Charles setting multiple fastest laps, one after the other. He’s really going all in

-Charles casually going off the track but still coming back in the lead

-“Vettel struggling” Come on then Lewis

-“Looks like Vettel is coming towards us” ???

-Ohh they’re trying to back the Mercedes up, it all makes so much sense nowww

-“Here he [Pierre Gasly] is as the leading Red Bull car of the four” The world works in mysterious ways

-Almost every car going past Kevin one by one

-I should never talk up the Haas early in the race, it never ends well for me

-“Pierre Gasly and the Toro Rosso doing everyone a favor cause they’ve shown that the undercut will work here” Wohoo

-“Push now push” “Okay this is critical”

Ferrari 🤝 Mercedes

-Dannyyyy (I just love his every move)

-Ohmygod Pierre!!

-Woah Nico and Kimi

-I swear if Ferrari mess up this strategy for Charles…Okay that was a good pit stop, he’s still behind Sebastian though

-They’re not about to pull team orders are they

-“Let Charles by this lap” They are

-Aah Sebastian and Lewisss

-Come on Sebastian! Ferrari 1-2!!

-Aaah no!!

-“Oh it’s game on now isn’t it? Leclerc versus Hamilton” Haven’t seen much of that yet

-How did this go from a Ferrari 1-2 to a Mercedes 2-3??

-“You need to get up very early in the morning go round the outside of Daniel Ricciardo and Alex Albon was clearly up early this morning. That was a great move”

-“Ricciardo’s been on these tires from lap 1” I’m sorry?? Did I mishear that??

-“I just wanted to to make a point of what a good job Charles Leclerc’s doing with the tire management” The real tire whisperer

-Honestly why do Renault strategies suck?

-“I think Charles is struggling for grip” no he’s nottt

-One more lap, he’s doing thissss

-Lewis back offf

-Come on Charles, come on, come on, come on

-Woah Nico in points?

-Kimi?? No? Antonio Giovinazzi! What happened??

-What the hell how has Lando lost positions?? On the last lap too??

-Aaaah Charles!!

-“For the first time ever Charles Leclerc wins a Firmula 1 Grand Prix!”

-Let’s go!! That was very heartwarming! So so well deserved!!

Rest in peace Anthoine Hubert ❤️

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Could you do oneshot for Checo with wife pregnant!reader? She accompanied him to the race and he had a crash during Monaco GP 2023 and she's afraid that he will never get to see their child and everyone in the garage tried to calm her down. But he's fine. And she just grateful that he's still alive. I don't know if it make sense. Add something you'd like though. Tag me later!! Thanks!!

Monaco: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly - Sergio Perez x PregnantWife! Reader

Plot: Sergio Perez gets into a nasty crash in Monaco, where his wife attends to support despite being uncomfortably pregnant. However, with the rainy weather conditions Monaco GP is looking more dangerous than ever!

A/N: this is a little shorter as I struggle to right for Sergio more than others!

This year, you hadn’t really been to many races as you’d got pregnant during the winter break. You’d spent Christmas avoiding people asking why you weren’t drinking before letting everyone know after the first doctors appointment you had.

By the time the Monaco Grand Prix rolled around you were coming up to around 7months of your pregnancy and boy could you tell.

However, because of what Monaco was Sergio had asked you to come considering that’s where you both resided now that he was in Red Bull.

You agreed to come as long as the days weren’t too strenuous on you, and that you always had a seat available as it was hard carrying another human inside of you.

When you arrived at the garage you’d never had so many compliments from well pretty much everyone. Everyone in Alpine had congratulated you, as it was Sergios old team and there were people there that still held a lot of love for the both of you.

When you came to Red Bull Max and Kelly couldn’t help but praise your looks and how you were glowing. And it went on like that for most of the day, people complimented how you looked and it made you feel better about any insecurities you held.

The only thing making you anxious now was the race itself.

You of course loved to support Sergio in what he did but you couldn’t deny that your husband driving round tricky tracks at over 200mph scared the living daylights out of you.

And Monaco, we’ll it was one of the worst. It’s the tightest street circuit ever, and you have to be very precise when it comes to overtaking and gaining places.

Through the whole weekend it had stayed relatively nice, when it came to the weather and the vibes. Everyone was cheerful and excited about the race at one of the most iconic tracks in motorsport. After some great times tested in all the free practices and getting into Q3 in Qually, Sergio was in P8 having locked up on his flying lap.

You were currently in the garage sat watching the race with the mechanics next to you.

“It’s going to be hard for them to get ahead of both the Ferraris and the McLaren” you say to the mechanic next to you. Seeing Charles in Pole, Lando in P2 and and Carlos in P3, Max in P4 and Sergio behind 2 Mercedes, and an Aston Martin.

You watch the lights turn off once all five had lit up, and listen to Cofty commentating. You watch as Charles manages to keep the lead, Lando falling in nicely behind him while Carlos managed to defend from Max quiet nicely.

Sergio had an amazing start, meaning that he moved up past George in the Mercedes, sitting comfortably in P7. Over the radio all the drivers were let known it was going to start raining within the next 3 laps, most of the drivers pitted.

Max pit for Red Bull first while Sergio stayed out moving up to P2 with Lewis now in the lead. Ferrari having made a double Pit stop worried about their drivers with the oncoming rain.

The rain started to come down heavily, you watched on from your husbands car camera seeing how low the visibility was.

You saw his mechanics preparing to have him come in and change to intermediates. You watch on seeing him struggling for grip until he slides forward having something jolt him from behind.

His car, flips as the Aston that bumped his rear also lost grip forcing itself around his car. They are both sent into the barriers both cars getting a massive shunt.

There’s debris everywhere and his car is no-longer race worthy.

Your mind goes haywire and your hand reaches up to your mouth to cover it as it opens in shock. Tears built in your eyes as you watch no movement from both cars.

“Oh my god!” You breathe, one hand still covering your mouth the other resting on your stomach.

What if this was it? You questioned to yourself.

Would your husband never be able to meet his child? You wondered watching as the medic car is released and sent to go help Sergio and Lance.

Some of the social media girls in the garage come up to you, holding a hand out to you to grip in shock. One of them is whispering that he’ll be okay but you are only listening to Crofty and his soft commentating about the incident.

Mechanics soon come up to you realising what has happened trying to block your view and make you take a seat as they can see you are getting breathless.

Red Bull was like one big family, they’d know you since before Sergio had joined as you were good childhood friends with Kelly, so they all felt a high level of protectiveness over you.

You were the sweetest person in the Red Bull family, always bringing them health boxes, full of delicious yet healthy snacks, and then on Sundays coming by with post race goodies that they could class as part of their cheat day, and you were always willing to listen to each and every one of them.

“No no no” you cry more tears spilling as neither driver continues to communicate or make movements.

Some more of the mechanics rushed over to you, pulling you away from the cameras and the screen. Kelly follows holding your hand in a comforting manor. They sit you down in Sergio’s drivers room. The TV in there is on and playing the crash and Kelly goes to turn it off but you stop her before you can.

“No I have to know!” You say watching on as you see the red flag given, all the drivers coming into the pits.

Lance manages to pull himself out and is able to communicate back to the Aston Martin team who all cheer as he is presumed okay, where he pulled himself out and is walking.

He walks straight over to Sergio, there’s some kind of communication which makes you sigh in relief that your husband is able to talk. Nods of heads show that they’ve agreed on something and Lance helps as Sergio pulls himself up on out the car.

You sigh in relief seeing that he was able to get himself out the bashed up car wreck. He wobbled around before collapsing to the ground which only had your heart rate spiking even more.

Lance called the medics over, pointing for Sergio to be helped into the van first. A stretcher was brought out from the back. More tears falls from your eyes, however your husband knew what you’d be looking like right now.

And frankly he’d never liked seeing you cry.

So he pulled himself up, and walked towards the medical van despite what the Marshalls were telling him.

He explained to them he wanted to show his wife and team he was doing okay. Lance clambers in the back after him and they are driven round the last bit of the track to where he would be taken to medical tent for evaluation.

A knock on your door sounds and in walks Christian Horner himself. You smile lightly at him but the tears only come out a little more as he looks between you and the TV.

“He’s going to be okay Y/N” he promises and you nod.

The wait for him to come back and be cleared by the medics was painful, you waited for so long it felt like hours but in reality it was only 30 minutes. There was no damage in the crash, only a mild concussion that would be okay within a few days of rest.

“Hello mi Carina” he smiled sheepishly at you.

“You had me so worried!” You cry as you pull him into a hug, he hugs you kissing all over your face before bending down to the height of your round belly.

“Im so sorry, to the both of you! I can’t imagine the stress I just put you both through!” He offers kissing your clothed stomach and rubbing it lovingly.

“I was so so scared that you’d never get to…” you stutter and choke on your words finding it hard to admit what was so worrying to you, what you’d feared for a long time now.

“Id never leave you both” he smiles standing back up to his full height and pulling you into a chaste kiss that you melt into.

“I love you so much” you sigh sinking into his hold strong hold .

“I love you too, I’ll never put you through what I did today again!” He promises holding into you tightly.

He wouldn’t admit it, but today really was a change of perspective of racing for him.

He’d never been that apprehensive getting into a car and driving it as quickly as he did, but he knew he would have a new found patience and carefulness driving the car after todays events as he too had been fearful he wouldn’t make it back to his two best girls.

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[leclerking]

Could I beat them in a fight? F1 current grid edition

Keep in mind I'm literally 5'2 <3

+ Sebastian Vettel: depends, rbr seb would literally fuck me over. But seb in general would probably make me laugh and be gentle and then tuck me into bed and put me to sleep 🥰

Max Verstappen: no he's too tall but I'd literally fight him till my last breath

Sergio Perez: yes I'd bring a gun

Lewis Hamilton: no have you seen the man, he built even tho he's a (relatively) short king

George Russell: yes he's British and a private school bby, but not to dismiss that he probably knows how to pull hair in a fight

Charles Leclerc: no all he has to do is smile and I'll fold immediately

Carlos Sainz: no all he has to do is make eye contact and I'll fold immediately + that man is a tree

Fernando Alonso: no this man is feral and definitely knows how to fight. I'd be scared ngl

Lance Stroll: yes he's tall but I believe he doesn't know how to bitch fight

Lando Norris: yes he'd probably start crying and ask me to leave him alone idk I get that vibe

Oscar Piastri: why would you want to fight this cinnamon roll

Yuki Tsunoda: maybe not, i think he'd bring a vast vocabulary of words to the fight

Liam Lawson: yes I'd make him cry (affectionate) he's too naive 😭

Alex Albon: maybe not he's nice enough to let me win if I say 'please' i think

Logan Sargeant: yes not a single thought behind those eyes

Zhou Guanyu: maybe not, he probably knows martial arts

Valtteri Bottas: absolutely not, this man can go multiple rounds, insane stamina

Esteban Ocon: i literally do not know

Pierre Gasly: yes free point

Kevin Magnussen: no, he can get dirty. He's a girl dad too so it's important for him to know how to fight 😭

Nico Hulkenberg: yes, I'd bring a knife

[fernandomagicalonsomanydances]

Back again to rank my latest feelings for the F1 Grid

Carlos Sainz Jr. - this will never change I will love him until I die I do not care what car he drives he will be my fav top step or DNF. I am the definition of ride or die when it comes to this absolutely pure wholesome hottie whose character somehow manages to outshine his good looks which is saying something given he literally looks like a fairytale prince

Fernando Alonso - can't have sweet without the spicy and I love this filterless agent of chaos whose persistence and ability to outperform his car throughout his career have made him the legend that he is

George Russell - a wholesome little crumpet who I would die for. He's so sweet and sincere while simultaneously being posh and classy. I love it all the more because his background is pretty working class

Esteban Ocon - speaking of working class gotta round out my trio of drivers with humble origins with the one who worked his way up on the sacrifice and belief of his family. Ocon is a working class hero and I will be an Estie Bestie perpetually unless he fucks up Ollie. This is his last chance to not lash out at a teammate because he'll clearly have the position of seniority at Haas next year so no reasons to fight Ollie Bear. If he hurts Ollie I may have to give him up but it will be painful and I will cry about it.

Oscar Piastri - I love pastries and Oscar is no exception. He's absolutely showing all the potential to be a legend of his generation. He's the second coming of Kimi Raikkonen and I'm here for it. Also much like Carlos and George he has absolutely impeccable gentleman vibes and because he's Aussie it comes across even a little more down to earth, like if he cycled past while you were having a flat tire or something he'd stop and try to help

Ollie Bearman - yes I know technically he isn't on the grid but like I lost Logan this week so let me have this. He's a sweet wholesome little nugget who I would die for. Just a little floof. And he's a promising little floof too!

Charles Leclerc - the more I watch this sport the more I realize that the Leclerc haters are insane when they say he's only popular because he's attractive and drives a Ferrari. The man is a bloody good race car driver and that's enough as is. His looks and his loyalty to the prancing horse are just bonuses.

Sergio Perez - help me Sergio Kenobi you're my only hope SO PLEASE START CLOSING THAT GAP BETWEEN YOU AND MAX it's embarrassing and I do NOT need him losing that seat because then who will I root for as a "home" driver. I've lost Logan, if I lose you too Checo I will have to switch to a different continent because I REFUSE to support the Canadian Nepo Baby who's wasting a perfectly good seat that someone else could be making much better use of

Max Verstappen - my brother in trauma. I swear I have the most sibling-core feelings for Max. As in I love and support him but also can't stand to see him win all the time. I cannot compliment him without adding some spice of insult to the compliment. We're two traumatized kids from different families with hard ass dads. Hence why on a personal level Max is probably like #3 for me. I'm very emotionally attached to that Dutch menace but I don't want to see him win more than 3 or 4 races a year

Daniel Ricciardo - if I lose Checo I will be claiming the man whose speech to his younger self wakes me up every morning as my home racer because good lawd he loves Texas lol. And who can have a top ten of drivers and NOT include the ray of fucking sunshine that is Danny Ric. He just fills the world with joy and tomfoolery

[isawthesainz]

Race Recap 14: Belgium

Sunday 28th July 2024

Build-Up:

On 23rd July, it is announced that former Ferrari chief Mattia Binotto will join Audi to lead their F1 project

On 24th July, it is announced that Max Verstappen will take a 10-place grid penalty after having to replace his ICE for the fifth time

On 25th July, it is announced that Esteban Ocon will join Haas for 2025 on a multi-year contract

Also on 25th July, it is revealed that Bruno Famin, the current Alpine principal, is expected to leave the team after the Belgian GP weekend

On 26th July, Alpine announce that team principal Bruno Famin will leave his current role by the end of August

On 26th July, it is announced that Yuki Tsunoda will take a 60-place grid penalty due to a new power unit

In FP3, both Tsunoda and Oscar Piastri run wide over the gravel due to heavy rain, briefly bringing out the yellow flag. Practice is red flagged after Lance Stroll’s aquaplanes and hits the wall at Eau Rouge, breaking the front suspension. After the restart, the session is interrupted by a second red flag due to a large amount of standing water on the track. The red flag is removed with just two minutes left on the clock

Despite setting the fastest time in qualifying, Verstappen will start from P11 due to a grid penalty, with Charles Leclerc taking pole position

Race Highlights:

At the end of Lap 3, Zhou Guanyu reported that he was losing power. However, by Lap 4, his Race Engineers managed to fix the issue without a visit to the pits and the Sauber driver was able to continue the race

On Lap 7, Zhou enters the pits and retires the car due to a hydraulics issue

After the first round of pit stops, Carlos Sainz (who is yet to pit) leads the race with Lando Norris (also yet to pit) in P2

A brief yellow flag is shown on Lap 15 as Sainz runs wide over the gravel in Sector 3

Norris pits on Lap 15, with Sainz pitting on Lap 20

Mercedes call Lewis Hamilton into the pits on Lap 26. Meanwhile, George Russell asks the team to consider a one-stop strategy

During the second round of pit stops, Oscar Piastri pits on Lap 30, overshooting the box and hitting the crew member holding the front jack. The pit stop takes 4.4 seconds and he rejoins the race on P4

By Lap 33, Russell is leading the race, having only had one pit stop. Hamilton is in P2, followed by Charles Leclerc and Piastri

Piastri overtakes Leclerc on Lap 36 to take P3

By Lap 41, Hamilton is within DRS range of Russell, who’s tyres had now completed 30 laps

By Lap 42, Piastri is closing in on both Mercedes drivers, whilst Russell defends agains Hamilton

Sergio Perez pits on Lap 43 to set the fastest lap time from P8

On the final lap, Hamilton locks up into Turn 1, dropping back from Russell

Russell finishes the race in P1, followed by his teammate Hamilton for a Mercedes 1-2. Piastri finishes P3

However, shortly after the race, it is announced that Russell has been disqualified from the race after his car was found to be 1.5kg below the minimum weight requirement. The decision means that Hamilton inherits the win from his teammate, to take his second victory of the season

Race Results:

1st Place: Lewis Hamilton

2nd Place: Oscar Piastri

3rd Place: Charles Leclerc