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Hi how are you? So I have a kinda weird request because is for drivers that usually don’t a lot of love lol but since you wrote for mick i think i won’t be judge lol.

So mick x stroll!reader x esteban have been dating for a couple years but no one in the public knows, only their families and some close friends/drivers know. The three of them are ALWAYS together and fans think she’s either dating mick or este, or even that mick and esteban are dating each other and reader is the third wheel 😂 and she spends race days going from one garage to other to support her brother and her boyfriends (so i guess mick needs to be driving in f1 for this to work, any team works tbh)

So eventually mick and este get to share a podium and she is so proud that ends up hard launching their relationship lol.

Anyway that’s my little weird request, thanks for reading my rambling 🫶🏻

estie bestie? no. estie boyfie. — mick schumacher + esteban ocon

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esteban ocon x stroll reader x mick schumacher

to the world, you were lance stroll’s supportive younger sister, maybe wag to esteban ocon— maybe mick schumacher. or maybe, as twitter liked to suggest, the tragic third wheel to their slow burn bromance. and you let them believe it. because the truth? you’d been in love with both of them — and they with you — for nearly three years. it started quietly. long nights in hotel rooms after races, comfort in shared silences, in the way mick kissed your knuckles before press conferences and esteban held your hand under the table during dinners. now it was your normal—switching garages like outfits, falling asleep tangled between two hearts you never expected to hold. no one knew — except a few friends, family, and the world’s worst secret keeper— sebastian vettel. to everyone else, you were just the girl with too many lanyards, too many photo ops, and too many unexplained blushes when either of them walked past. but behind the pr smiles and speculation threads, your love story was unfolding. and the world was getting closer to finding out.

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(a/n) : hi baby! im okay, life’s been rough. been beating me down a little bit but thank you for asking! hope you are well. i am so sorry this took so long— I’ve been behind but I hope you enjoy it! love youuuu

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yn_stroll : my recent chaos 🎞️📷

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lance_stroll : why am i always collateral in your little aesthetic dumps…you always post the worst pictures 🙄🙄

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lando : so which one is your boyfriend or are they boyfriends???

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username00 : she sits between them on the plane. I AM IN TEARS. they are so together.

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username1 : lance being the only unbothered one while his sister and two of his colleagues carry out a covert love plot 😭💀

sebastianvettel : Miss all this chaos. Come visit soon Liebling!

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You knew before even sitting down that this flight was going to be ridiculous. Because someone — probably Esteban — had insisted on booking three seats in a row, even in first class. Just the three of you, limbs too long and too tangled, stuffed into a luxury cocoon of champagne. You were wedged in the middle, naturally. Where you always ended up. You didn’t mind.

Mick was already curled up by the window, hoodie up, face tucked into the neck pillow you’d stolen from the lounge. He looked soft and impossibly tired — probably from whatever late night sim race he’d gotten dragged into the night before. Esteban, on the other hand, was still scrolling through the in flight movie options like it was a life or death decision.

“Just pick one,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder. “We’ll be in Miami before you decide.”

“I don’t want to waste it on something you two will sleep through,” he replied, voice low and teasing as he glanced at you. “You always do. Ten minutes in and it’s dead weight on both sides.”

You stuck your tongue out, and on cue, Mick reached over and gently flicked his forehead.

“I’m not sleeping. I’m resting my eyes,” he mumbled, eyes still closed but his hand finding yours under the shared blanket.

“Liar,” you smiled, threading your fingers through his. “You were snoring during the safety video.”

“I was breathing deeply.”

Esteban snorted. “You were whistling through your nose.”

You couldn’t help but laugh — that half silent kind of giggle that makes your chest ache with love. The cabin lights had dimmed, casting the three of you in a soft gold glow. You shifted in your seat, the curve of Mick’s body pressing warmly against your side while Esteban pulled the blanket higher up your lap, thumb drawing lazy circles on your knee beneath it.

It was a moment no one else would ever see. No cameras. No paddock rumors. Just quiet breathing and shared warmth.

“I love this,” you said softly, mostly to yourself.

Esteban heard it anyway. He turned toward you, his nose brushing your cheek. “What? The terrible rom-com you’re about to fall asleep during?”

You shook your head. “This. Us. Flying across the world for another chaotic race weekend. But having… this. You two.”

Mick shifted closer, his voice hoarse and gentle in your ear. “You always have us. You know that, right?”

You nodded, but your throat felt tight, like you could cry if you let yourself.

Esteban leaned in and kissed your temple, while Mick kissed the back of your hand. Neither of them needed you to explain. They just knew.

“We’ll stay like this forever,” Esteban whispered. “Just maybe one day we will stop hiding from the people on Twitter…”

You laughed again — tired, safe, soft. Wrapped in a blanket of limbs and love, tucked between the only two people in the world who made the chaos worth it.

And when the movie finally started and your eyes began to drift shut, you barely registered Esteban pulling your legs across his lap or Mick laying his head in your neck. You were right where you belonged.

—

The hotel suite was big, stupidly big, with windows that overlooked the city skyline. Neon lights danced across the walls as the sun dipped below the edge of the world, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear the low thrum of nightlife already waking up. But in here, it was quiet. Soft. Dimly lit and safe.

You’d barely kicked off your shoes before Esteban was tugging your carry on out of your hand and disappearing into the bathroom with a whispered, “Give me ten minutes.”

Mick had already flopped down onto the king sized bed, still in his hoodie from the flight, arms behind his head and eyes closed like he planned to nap through the weekend.

You stood awkwardly by the window, unsure what to do with yourself until he cracked one eye open and smiled.

“Stop hovering,” he said, voice thick with affection. “Come here.”

You padded over and let him pull you down beside him, your head landing on his chest, his fingers finding your hair immediately. He always ran his hands through it when you were tired — and you were, deep in your bones.

“I ordered room service,” he murmured. “Your pasta, Este’s weird sparkling water, my burger. Should be up soon.”

“You’re perfect,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

He chuckled softly. “Yeah, well. You’re easy to love.”

Before you could reply, the bathroom door cracked open and a wave of steam poured out. Esteban stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled up and a mischievous smile on his face.

“Bath’s ready,” he said, like he hadn’t just transformed a standard hotel tub into a spa sanctuary.

You sat up, blinking. “You ran me a bath?”

“With bubbles,” he said proudly. “And lavender oil. And I folded a towel into a swan.”

Mick raised a brow. “You folded a swan?”

“It’s a gesture,” Esteban said, waving dramatically. “She deserves softness.”

You laughed, unable to hide how your heart swelled in your chest. No matter how many races you traveled to, no matter how many late nights or jetlagged days — they never let you forget how loved you were.

You pressed a kiss to Mick’s cheek, then padded into the bathroom, where Esteban was waiting with the biggest, dorkiest grin and a glass of wine he definitely swiped from the minibar.

“Get in,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll wash your hair for you.”

You blinked up at him, overwhelmed. “You guys… you didn’t have to—”

He stopped you with a kiss to the top of your head.

“We wanted to.”

By the time you sunk into the warm water, bubbles lapping gently at your skin, Mick wandered in with a plate of breadsticks and settled onto the bathroom floor. Esteban knelt behind you, fingers gently massaging shampoo into your scalp while you leaned back into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. The three of you, in your own little world, quiet and full of love. No cameras. No questions. No hiding. Just the soft hum of city lights and the feeling of being completely, wholly safe.

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f1gossipgirls : The paddock’s favorite (unconfirmed) throuple has arrived in Miami! YN Stroll was spotted alongside big brother Lance on Thursday for media day duties, keeping things casual and cool as ever. Meanwhile, Esteban Ocon and Mick Schumacher made their entrance together, only fueling rumors that something a little more than friendly is going on behind the scenes. Throughout the weekend, YN was seen bouncing between the Haas and Mercedes garages, often in tow with both Esteban and Mick — sometimes hand in hand, sometimes with one arm slung over each shoulder, always leaving fans and photographers asking the same question—who is she actually dating… or is it both? No confirmations, no denials — just a lot of coordinated outfits, knowing glances, and suspiciously affectionate moments. Stay tuned, because this triangle isn’t getting less tangled anytime soon.

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Your hair was already sticking to the back of your neck by the time you’d jogged from the Aston hospitality tent to the Mercedes garage for the third time that day. The paddock was sweltering, Miami sun sharp and unforgiving, but you didn’t care — you had a job to do. Well, not a real job.

Just the emotionally demanding and highly unrecognized role of loving two very competitive F1 drivers without spontaneously combusting from the attention it brought.

“Thought I’d lost you to Aston,” Mick teased the second you stepped through the Mercedes garage entrance.

He looked unfairly good in the heat — sleeves rolled up, headset pushed back, towel around his neck. He passed you a cold water bottle without you even asking, then leaned down to press a quick, barely there kiss to your cheek. It was too crowded for anything more. Too many eyes. Too many cameras.

“I’m doing my rounds,” you said dramatically, taking a long sip and smiling at him over the cap. “Your PR girl gave me a look like I was loitering.”

Mick chuckled. “That’s because you’re always stealing my snacks.”

You winked. “And your hoodies. And your heart.”

Before he could respond, your phone buzzed with a single word text from Esteban—

NOW.

You sighed, kissed Mick’s hand, and turned to head toward Haas.

The second you stepped into the Haas garage, someone was already barreling toward you.

“YN!!” Ollie Bearman’s voice cracked.

He looked sun kissed and over caffeinated, throwing his arms around you in a hug that nearly knocked your sunglasses off.

“I’ve seen you three times today and you’ve ditched me every time,” he pouted, still holding onto you like a clingy little brother. “Am I no longer your favorite Brit?”

You snorted. “You were never my favorite Brit. That’s Lewis. But you’re close.”

Ollie gasped like you’d just kicked him in the shins. “You’re cruel. Evil. Cold hearted.”

“You’re dramatic.”

He pulled you into the Haas motorhome and flopped dramatically onto the couch, dragging you down with him. “Do the boyfriends know you cheat on them with me every weekend?”

You glanced toward the other side of the hospitality area, where Esteban was deep in conversation with an engineer, but his eyes flicked to you like they always did — like a compass needle realigning with north.

He smiled.

You smiled back.

“They’re fine with it,” you whispered to Ollie, nudging his knee with yours. “You’re harmless.”

“I could be scandalous,” he said and shrugged.

“You eat cereal with orange juice.”

He groaned. “Why would you bring that up again?! I was out of milk!”

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt. Ollie leaned against you, limbs too long and too chaotic, while Esteban finally made his way over.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, one brow raised.

Ollie looked up. “Just convincing her to dump you for me.”

Esteban didn’t miss a beat. “You’ll have to fight Mick.”

“Threesome boxing match?” Ollie suggested.

You smacked his arm. “OUT.”

Esteban offered you a hand to pull you up, his fingers brushing softly against yours — the smallest secret in a space filled with noise and heat and protocol.

You leaned up and gave Ollie a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’ll always be my favorite backup plan.”

“I’m honored,” he called after you dramatically, hand to his chest.

You left with Esteban, fingers brushing briefly between you, both of you pretending your heart wasn’t beating just a little faster. It was exhausting, this dance — slipping between garages, between stories, between glances that held so much more than they could say. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not when love waited for you in every corner of the paddock.

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By the time you made it to back Aston, the sun was high, the air sticky with Miami heat. Your paddock pass was practically a golden ticket at this point, but walking into the Aston garage felt like walking into your actual home base. Lance spotted you immediately, slouched in a director’s chair with his race suit half zipped and a protein shake in hand.

“Look who finally remembered she has a brother,” he called out, grinning.

You rolled your eyes, plucking his shake from his hand and sipping it without asking. “You’ve seen me three times today.”

“Yeah, sprinting past me like I’m background noise.”

Fernando, sitting nearby with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face, tilted his head. “To be fair, she is in high demand.”

You smirked. “Thank you, Nando. At least someone appreciates me.”

Lance scoffed. “He’s just being nice so you’ll stop stealing his snacks.”

Fernando raised a brow. “Actually, I think she’s the only one allowed to take my snacks.”

You flopped into the seat next to Lance, stretching your legs out with a dramatic sigh. “I’ve walked more today than I did the entire off season.”

“You do realize you don’t have to do the grand tour every race weekend?” Lance asked.

“I do,” you said. “But it’s fun watching people spiral.”

Lance gave you a sideways look. “You mean watching Esteban and Mick follow you around like puppies.”

You gave him a smug smile. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

Fernando chuckled under his breath. “It’s something.”

You tilted your head toward him. “You know, you could learn a thing or two from them.”

He raised a brow. “About what?”

“About romance. Softness. Love.”

Lance groaned. “Please stop.”

“Imagine it,” you said, teasing. “Fernando Alonso… cuddling.”

“I am excellent at cuddling,” Fernando said, deadpan. “But I keep that side reserved for national emergencies and post race exhaustion.”

You burst out laughing, and even Lance cracked a smile despite his disgusted older brother persona.

“Go back to Haas,” he muttered. “They’re the only ones who encourage your delusions.”

You leaned over and bumped his shoulder affectionately. “You love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

Fernando looked between the two of you with mock solemnity. “If she wasn’t your sister, I would be convinced she was dating half the grid.”

Lance froze. You choked on your laugh. Fernando just sipped his water and smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I—uh—what?” Lance asked, voice cracking slightly.

“Joking,” Fernando said, though the twinkle in his eye betrayed him. “Mostly.”

You stood, dusting off your Aston shirt. “Okay, that’s my cue. I have to go pretend I’m not in love with two drivers now.”

Lance covered his ears dramatically. “Too much. I’m not listening. Leave.”

Fernando gave you a wink. “Good luck. And tell Mick to stop giving me the suspicious eyes.”

“I make no promises.”

You blew Lance a kiss, saluted Fernando like a soldier, and slipped back out into the heat, your phone already buzzing with a message from Mick

Back to Merc yet?

This life was exhausting. But god, it was fun.

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The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of the bedsheets. The chaos of the race was long behind you — the media, the heat, the cameras. Esteban had changed into a hoodie, and Mick was stretched out across the bed with damp and flushed cheeks, hair still messy from the post-race shower. You were curled between them, legs tangled and head resting on Esteban’s chest, fingers trailing slow shapes over the fabric.

Esteban’s voice was softer now, quieter than usual, like he was finally letting the adrenaline fade. “You know… this was a good weekend.”

You looked up at him. “Even with the pit stop disaster?”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

Mick laughed from the other side, nudging your knee with his. “You still pulled a P7. That’s not nothing.”

“Could’ve been P5,” Esteban mumbled.

You leaned up and kissed his jaw, gentle and warm. “You were brilliant. I’m proud of you.”

“So proud,” Mick echoed, his hand finding yours across the sheets. “And so tired. I’m not moving until breakfast.”

You and Esteban exchanged a glance — a tiny flash of anticipation that made you sit up just a little straighter.

“Well,” you said carefully, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. “You might want to get some extra sleep.”

“Why?” Esteban asked suspiciously.

You grinned. Mick propped himself up on his elbow, eyes gleaming. “Because tomorrow… we’re taking you to Universal.”

Esteban blinked. “Wait. What?”

“For your birthday,” you added, grinning wider. “We made a plan. Park passes. Early access. Express line. The whole thing.”

“You said you didn’t want to do anything,” Mick said, “so we decided to ignore that.”

“Because you always say that,” you teased, “and then you get pouty when we don’t do anything.”

Esteban stared at both of you, mouth slightly open. “You—actually—?”

“We’re waking you up at 7 a.m.,” Mick said, deadpan. “And I’m making you wear a hat with Mickey ears.”

“That’s the wrong park,” Esteban muttered.

“Details,” Mick shrugged.

Esteban was quiet for a moment, like he didn’t quite know how to process it. Then, softly—“You guys did this for me?”

You leaned in and kissed him, forehead pressed to his. “Of course we did. You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a day off. A real one. With rollercoasters and butterbeer and cheesy photos.”

Esteban let out a shaky breath, pulling both of you into his arms like he didn’t want to let go. “You’re going to make me cry.”

Mick tucked in closer, pressing his face into Esteban’s shoulder. “We’ll allow one tear. Any more and we call you overdramatic and bully you.”

You both laughed, and for a long moment, the room was just full of warmth — tangled limbs, whispered promises, and the kind of love that felt like magic.

“Universal, huh?” Esteban whispered finally, blinking up at the ceiling.

“Yep,” you said. “And I already reserved us a table at the Three Broomsticks.”

Esteban smiled, his cheeks pink. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Mick kissed the side of his neck. “We’re ridiculous about you.”

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You should have known the second Esteban sprinted toward the entrance of Jurassic Park — with a grin brighter than the Florida sun and zero hesitation — that you were in for chaos.

“He is gonna run over children,” Mick muttered beside you, already trying to keep pace as Esteban skipped toward the River Adventure ride entrance.

“It’s his birthday,” you said through a laugh, clutching your butterbeer in one hand and Esteban’s fallen sunglasses in the other. “Let him live.”

“He might live,” Mick said. “We might not.”

Esteban turned around, walking backwards, arms out like a showman. “YOU GUYS. DINOSAURS. I’VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS.”

“You literally have a super license and you’re more excited about animatronic dinosaurs,” Mick deadpanned.

Esteban just blew him a kiss and kept walking. Within 20 minutes, the three of you were seated in the second row of the log boat. Esteban had insisted on sitting in front “for maximum splash potential,” Mick was muttering something to himself and you had a bad feeling in your stomach that only got worse as the ride climbed higher and higher.

“Why is it so dark in here?” Mick whispered. “Is that a real drop or—?”

Esteban turned around, eyes wide with manic glee. “GET READY!”

“Oh no,” you muttered.

SPLASH. It was not a gentle drop. Mick screamed like a Victorian child seeing a ghost. You screamed too — mostly from laughing. Esteban had both arms up, completely soaked and thrilled When the ride ended, your tank top was clinging to your skin, Mick looked like a drowned cat, and Esteban? Smug. Absolutely smug.

“That was AMAZING,” he shouted, shaking his wet hair like a golden retriever.

“I hate you,” Mick said, water dripping off his eyelashes.

“You love me,” Esteban said sweetly, draping a soaked arm around him.

You handed Mick a towel from your backpack because someone in this relationship is a planner, and he blinked at you.

“You’re a goddess,” he murmured, wrapping it around his shoulders like a robe.

You giggled, and Esteban tugged you into a hug, still damp, still beaming. “Thank you for this,” he whispered into your hair. “It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You leaned back, kissed the tip of his nose. “It’s not over yet. We still have VelociCoaster.”

Mick audibly groaned. “I didn’t survive a dino ambush just to die on a rollercoaster.”

Esteban grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You might die. But you’ll do it screaming.”

Mick looked at you. “I change my mind. He’s ungrateful. Let’s return him to the wild.”

You smiled, wrapping an arm around each of them as you began to walk. “Too late. You’re both stuck with each other.”

And as Esteban dashed ahead again — soaking wet, smiling like a kid, shouting something about “DINOSAUR COOKIES!” — you and Mick just looked at each other and laughed.

He reached for your hand.

“We’re never topping this, are we?”

You shook your head. “Not a chance.”

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You weren’t sure when exactly the regret set in. Maybe it was when the restraints locked in with a final clunk that sounded a little too final. Or maybe when Esteban turned to you, completely lit up, and whispered, “I think I’m going to pass out from happiness.”

Meanwhile, Mick looked like he was preparing for war.

“This was a mistake,” he muttered. “You know how many Gs this ride pulls? I looked it up. We’re about to get launched into space.”

You reached over and took his hand — mostly to calm him, partly to keep him from unbuckling himself and sprinting off the ride. “Too late now, astronaut.”

The ride operator gave the thumbs up. The VelociCoaster hissed.

Esteban’s eyes sparkled. “READY?!”

“No,” Mick and you said at the same time.

And then — launch.

Your screams were lost to the wind. The first launch hit 70 mph before your brain caught up. Esteban was laughing, hands up like a maniac, shouting something in French. Mick was next to you with both hands gripping the bar like it might save his soul.

“I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I—WHY IS IT UPSIDE DOWN—”

You were laughing, screaming, possibly crying — everything all at once. There was a brief moment of calm during the stall where everything slowed, weightless, beautiful. Then it dropped again.

“WHO BUILT THIS?!” Mick yelled. “I WANT TO TALK TO THE ENGINEER!”

Esteban, meanwhile, shouted— “I WANT TO KISS THE ENGINEER!”

The ride slowed, the restraints lifted, and the three of you sat there in stunned silence. Mick was pale, his hair wind-blown in every direction, blinking slowly like he’d just come back from battle. Esteban’s face was flushed, radiant, absolutely vibrating with joy. You sat between them, laughing so hard your chest hurt.

“That. Was. INSANE,” Esteban gasped, looking between the two of you. “I think I saw God.”

Mick turned to you with a blank stare. “I peed a little.”

Esteban nearly collapsed laughing. You doubled over with him, tears running down your cheeks.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Mick grumbled.

“I know you do,” Esteban beamed, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “And you just proved it.”

Mick smiled despite himself. You leaned your head against Esteban’s shoulder and reached over for Mick’s hand again, still breathless. And there, in the heart of a fake dinosaur jungle, high off adrenaline and barely holding it together, the three of you laughed until you couldn’t anymore. Just pure, ridiculous, chaotic love.

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gridtruthers: For you all I have created a list of examples of why I think Mick, Esteban and YN are dating. Example A): This picture of Mick and Esteban on a trip together that Esteban posted like it was the most casual thing in the world AND THEN tagged YN as photo credits. 

Example B): THE WAY ESTE AND YN LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN THIS PIC. IT IS PURE LOVE. I AM STILL NOT OVER IT. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. they would die for each other and I would die for them. 

Example C): MICK TOOK THIS PICTURE OF ESTE TAKING A PICTURE OF YN AND LOOK HOW PROUD ESTE LOOKS. OH MY FUCKING GOD. sick to my stomach. 

Example D): The entire photo shoot for Esteban’s merch. Like they are touching and hugging in every picture. I don’t have much more to say. Go look at the pictures.

Example E): Ummmmm not much I can say. They are quite literally holding each other in front of their brother in law WHO IS SMILING FOR ONCE. 

Example F): This tiktok that YN posted where she was doing an outfit of the day and Mick literally hugged her from behind and proceeded to pick her up and then kiss her cheek. SO CUTE. 

Example G): That one time when Mick and YN were in the Merc garage watching the race and the camera turned to them and CAUGHT THEM LIKE THIS. HAND HOLDING AND MICK LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT. obsessed. 

Example H): This picture of them playing padel which really gives off gay lover vibes and YN was the one who posted it to begin with. No other comment necessary. 

Example I): THEM LITERALLY HOLDING EACH OTHER LIKE THIS WALKING IN THE PADDOCK. AND THIS IS NOT THE ONLY TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED. IT HAS HAPPENED MANY TIMES. 

anyways— thank you for listening to my ranting. hope I convinced you 🫶🏻

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username00 : i didn’t even finish the thread before i started SCREAMING. this is a thesis. a dissertation. it deserves a pulitzer.

username0 : “sick to my stomach” is the most accurate summary of my emotional state

username1 : NO BECAUSE ESTEBAN LOOKS AT HER LIKE SHE PUT THE STARS IN THE SKY. and mick looks at both of them like they’re made of gold. i’m sobbing.

username5 : we went from “estie bestie” to “estie boyfriend” real fast. i can’t breathe.

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username7 : i saw them in person once and they were glowing. esteban was holding yn’s phone, mick had her bag, she looked like royalty. i haven’t recovered.

yn_stroll : I-. i cannot say much other than i am impressed and you should be a private investigator.

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The morning started with a sleepy 6:15 AM pickup, and Esteban immediately complained.

“We’re too beautiful to be awake at this hour,” he grumbled, dramatically flopping into the backseat beside you, hoodie drawn up like a cloaked villain.

“You’re too dramatic,” Mick muttered, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

You, sandwiched between them with a tote bag full of snacks and a neck pillow Mick would end up using again, just smiled. “You both agreed to this.”

“I agreed under the influence of post race endorphins and love,” Esteban mumbled. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh hush, you’ll be happy once we are there.” You hummed, checking the time on your phone again. 

Within 15 minutes, you three had arrived at the Miami airport. The three of you stuck out like sore thumbs, despite the hoodies and sunglasses. Esteban was sprawled on the couch in the lounge within five minutes, Mick was methodically organizing boarding passes and passports like a dad, and you were feeding them croissants from the snack counter.

“I feel like we’re being watched,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at a family subtly whispering in your direction.

“Because we are,” Mick replied calmly, not looking up from his phone. “And they probably think I’m on a boys’ trip with Esteban and brought my assistant.”

“I will throw a pain au chocolat at you,” you warned.

Esteban perked up, mouth full. “Throw it at me instead. I’ll catch it.”

You ended up seated in the middle seat, between Esteban—who had immediately curled up with a blanket and fallen asleep on your shoulder—and Mick, who was flipping through the inflight entertainment catalog with a thoughtful look.

“I’m gonna watch The Grand Budapest Hotel,” he announced.

“That’s cute,” you replied, trying not to move too much so you wouldn’t wake Esteban. “Do you want snacks?”

“Not when I have you,” Mick replied smoothly.

You choked on your own breath. Esteban, eyes still closed, mumbled, “Stop flirting over me. I’m dreaming of goats.”

“…Goats?” you whispered, trying not to laugh.

“He watched that farm documentary last night before bed,” Mick whispered back. “He’s in too deep.”

Esteban, still not fully awake, added, “Oh my GOD! Sebastian has goats.”

By the time you landed, all three of you were in better moods. Esteban was fully awake and bouncing with excitement, Mick had bought overpriced chocolate from duty-free for Sebastian’s kids, and you were trying to wrangle the two of them into not attracting attention at customs.

Mick wheeled the suitcase. Esteban carried your bag. You tried to keep everyone from getting distracted by cows on the drive out.

“Do you think they’ll let us pet one?” Esteban asked dreamily.

“Maybe, if you behave,” you replied, laughing.

The roads curved through quiet hills and small villages, the mountains in the distance still dusted with snow. You could already feel your body relaxing.

The air was crisp. Still. The kind of quiet that wrapped around you like a blanket — a far cry from the usual roar of paddock chaos and back to back flights. The lake glimmered below the mountain, and birdsong drifted through the trees like a lullaby. 

The gravel crunched under the wheels of the rental car as you turned down the winding, tree lined driveway, golden light filtering through the canopy. The forest gave way to a wide clearing, and there it was-Sebastian’s house. Stone walls, ivy climbing over the sides, smoke curling lazily from the chimney.

Esteban immediately rolled down the window and stuck his head out like a dog. “It’s exactly how I pictured it,” he whispered reverently.

Mick parked the car and let out a soft sigh. “I already feel healthier just being near this man’s trees.”

You stretched your arms as you stepped out, the mountain air crisp and full of birdsong and pine. “Do you think he’ll make us do garden chores before we’re allowed to enter?”

“I brought gloves just in case,” Esteban replied, dead serious.

Before you could knock, the front door swung open — and there he was. Sebastian stood barefoot on the stone porch, hair longer than the last time you’d seen him, wearing a forest green flannel and holding a mug of tea.

“About time,” he said, smiling wide. “You brought my favorite chaos.”

“Nice to see you too,” Mick grinned, pulling him into a hug.

Seb looked at Esteban, who was already beaming. “Did you cry when you saw the cows?”

“I teared up, thank you very much,” Esteban replied with full sincerity, handing over a paper wrapped chocolate bar. “For the kids.”

Seb took it with a soft chuckle and turned to you. “And how’s our resident wrangler of F1 men?”

“Tired,” you said, dropping your head against his shoulder dramatically. “But better now.”

He hugged you tightly, swaying a little. “I’m so glad you are here.”

Shoes were left at the door. Backpacks dropped. Within minutes, all four of you were gathered in the warm kitchen, surrounded by drying herbs, mismatched mugs, and the smell of bread fresh from the oven. Mick had taken it upon himself to slice it. Badly. There were crumbs everywhere. Esteban was already at the kitchen window, whispering to a chicken who had wandered too close to the house.

“She’s making eye contact with me,” he whispered. “I think she trusts me.”

“You say that about everyone,” you called from the table, stealing a corner of the bread.

Seb leaned over to you, conspiratorial. “I told the kids they have to wait until after dinner to ambush you.”

“Oh god,” you groaned with a smile. “Are they still obsessed with Esteban’s accent?”

“They think he’s from a Disney movie.”

Mick took a sip of tea and raised a brow. “And me?”

“You’re their soft Uncle Mick that makes good jam.”

Esteban turned dramatically from the window. “And YN?”

Seb grinned. “Their queen.”

Seb had set up your room in the guest loft — a massive window looking out over the hills, soft quilts folded at the foot of the bed, a little vase of wildflowers on the side table.

“Did he pick those himself?” you whispered to Mick.

“Bet he raised them from seed,” Mick whispered back.

Esteban walked in behind you and flopped down dramatically onto the bed. “I’m never leaving.”

You all collapsed beside him, tangled in a mess of limbs and laughter, the sunlight spilling across the hardwood floor. For a while, you just laid there. Quiet. Breathing. Together.

“I missed this,” you said softly.

“We needed this,” Mick agreed.

Esteban just hummed and pulled you both closer. Downstairs, you could hear Sebastian singing softly in German as he stirred something in a pot. The scent of onions and thyme filled the air. A dog barked in the distance. Someone was chopping wood outside. Peace. Real peace. And for the first time in weeks — maybe months — you didn’t feel like you had to be anywhere but here.

Sebastian lured us down to the dining room once dinner was finished. We sat. The table was long, wooden, slightly worn from years of use — exactly as it should be.

Candles flickered in mismatched holders. The scent of rosemary, roasted garlic, and something rich and buttery hung in the air. One of Sebastian’s kids had placed tiny hand-drawn name tags at each setting. Yours had flowers. Mick’s had a little helmet. Esteban’s had a stick figure in a cape.

Sebastian just grinned when Esteban held it up, beaming. “I’ve been knighted.”

“More like knighted in chaos,” you replied, nudging him with your elbow as you took your seat beside him.

Sebastian’s youngest was curled into Mick’s side, holding a toy dinosaur and whispering something about “secret garden paths,” while his eldest very seriously told you about the “composting experiments” they were doing with their dad.

You smiled through it all, eyes flicking occasionally to Esteban, who was already deeply engaged in a debate about whether ladybugs have feelings. Mick kept sneaking pieces of bread to the kids when Sebastian wasn’t looking. It was simple. But perfect.

The sun dipped lower, casting the room in amber. One of the kids fell asleep mid sentence on the couch. The other was curled into a blanket beside the fire, eyes fluttering shut.

The grown-ups had moved outside to the back patio, wine in hand, feet up, soft music playing in the background. The stars were just beginning to peek out over the trees.

Esteban was telling a story from his karting days, hands animated, voice lilting with nostalgia. Mick listened intently, leaning back into your side, thumb tracing lazy circles on your knee beneath the blanket you shared.

You laughed softly when Esteban mimicked someone’s voice, your head dropping to Mick’s shoulder. Sebastian just smiled at the scene.

“You three are good together,” he said quietly.

You looked up, caught off guard.

He took a sip of wine. “You bring each other peace. In a world like that? That’s rare.”

You felt the weight of those words settle into your chest — gentle, grounding. Mick squeezed your hand. Esteban reached across the table and lightly brushed your wrist with his fingers, a silent confirmation.

“Thank you for having us,” you whispered.

“Always,” Sebastian said. “Come home whenever you need to breathe again.”

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You’d arrived at the paddock like you always did — coffee in one hand, team pass around your neck, sunglasses hiding the storm of nerves bubbling beneath your calm exterior. Because no matter how normal you tried to be, everyone was whispering about Sebastian Vettel’s cursed Instagram story that had been posted, screenshotted, and dissected like gospel by the entire fandom. But you? You carried on. You moved between the Mercedes and Haas garages like you always did, checked in on Lance, gave Esteban a forehead kiss for luck, ruffled Ollie’s hair, and sat on Mick’s lap in the hospitality suite.

And then came the call.

A driver was ruled out at the last minute. Medical, something sudden, and before you even had time to blink, Toto was waving Mick over with urgency.

“We need you. Suit up.”

Mick’s eyes flashed wide — stunned, then laser focused. Esteban found you instantly as Mick ran off to get changed, grabbing your hand and tugging you aside.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked, chest tight. “I don’t know.”

He smiled gently, thumb brushing your knuckles. “He’s been waiting for this moment for years. You have to believe in him now.”

And you did. You really, really did.

It was like something out of a movie. Mick, the late substitute, drove like a man on fire — precise, relentless, graceful in every overtake. Esteban held his own, smooth and strategic, the two of them ending the race in P2 and P3, side by side. You watched from the Mercedes pit wall, fists clenched to your chest, tears slipping down your cheeks without permission. The minute the checkered flag dropped, you were already running.

The three drivers lifted their trophies. Champagne flew. And before anyone could stop him, Esteban leaned into Mick, laughing, gripping his shoulder—

“Do it,” he said, eyes glittering.

Mick didn’t hesitate.

He looked straight at you, in your team pass and sunglasses and messy ponytail, standing near the front of the barriers with your hands over your heart—and he jumped down from the podium.

You barely had time to process it before he was grabbing you by the waist, lifting you off the ground, and kissing you full on in front of half the grid and every camera in the world.

Gasps. Shouts. A thousand camera shutters. The roar of fans exploding.

When he pulled back, grinning, Esteban had jumped down too, wrapping his arms around the two of you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Three of you. No more secrets. No more whispering in hotel rooms or deleting posts.

Esteban kissed your cheek, then Mick’s. Mick rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess that’s our launch,” you whispered, breathless.

“You were always worth the headline,” Esteban murmured.

And Mick, beaming with his trophy still in one hand, just nodded.

“Let them talk.”

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[11queensupreme11]

I was rereading some of my writing, and honestly I don't know how to make Anthonius react, since I'm starting at the very beginning of the story. But I wanted it to be dramatic soo this is what I have.

And a little sneak peak for Amphitrite. Love making her a little👌petty towards Poseidon. It's honestly so fun writing her 😭👀

What do you think so far??

anthonius is not that different from annabeth, it's just... switched genders tbh, so if annabeth is easier for you to understand as a character, then just write reactions that you believe annabeth would do and bam, you got anthonius lol

BUT AMPHITRITE THO

I REALLY LIKE HOW YOU'VE WRITTEN HER!!!!! i know it's just a lil paragraph so far, BUT I REALLY LIKE THIS. ppl on wattpad were misinterpreting that one chapter with amphitrite and triton and being all like "oh i hate amphitrite, she's so dumb and mean" and demonizing her when her bitterness towards percy and poseidon are veryyyyyyy much valid 😭😭😭😭😭

her feelings towards percy are complex. she tries not to hate percy, but percy is the product of her husband's betrayal and also the apple of his eye. her husband has treated his previous children, including HER OWN CHILDREN... well, not the best, but percy is the one he genuinely loves the most SO IT HURTSSSSSSSSSS.

and then there's triton who straight up hates percy for also very valid reasons. obviously, percy does not deserve his hatred and resentment, but it's understandable why he feels that way. imagine working ur ass off for your dad, being loyal and perfect for him, only for some rude ass kid to show up and steal all his love that he never once granted you. you have his occasional favor, but not his love. and when war came, your dad leaves you and your mother behind because his little girl cried for his help....... imagine being abandoned in the middle of war 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

THE ANGST IS REAL AIGHEUGF

[the-ruby-enchanter]

Ooooh my!! If this isn’t the funniest thing I’ve read in a while 😭

I was laughing out loud the whole time — the way you had Tamlin reason with Beron first then switch to violence?? That’s so my Blondie boy. Peak behavior.

if Tamlin had done this years ago, Eris would have married him on the spot.

that one killed me 🤣💀

The Tamris vibes?? I’m obsessed.

And the part about Tamlin’s soldiers dying at the Spring-Autumn border??

Heartbreaking, but so believable. Just like Hybern got into Summer, you just know they tried Autumn too.

You really wrote it like it was canon 👏

Dear Fanfic Writers, I’m Begging You 🙏

Eris casually told Feyre and the others that Tamlin dragged Beron out by the neck in front of his sons to force him into war and it was delightful… and we NEVER got that scene??

I need it. I need the drama, the courtroom silence, the shame on Beron’s face. And since we all know SJM is never gonna write it…

Can someone PLEASE give me this scene in fiction?? I’ll owe you forever. Like. Eternal gratitude. I’ll haunt your inbox with love.

[ho-ii]

i caught up with Chicago P.D. and shawn's character in it is actually scary 💀 counter opposite from what he is in The Pitt... im just-

[nekrosmos]

You know how speaking in a language that isn't your native one is really mentally draining ? Nikolai who has just been flying around all day, switching between several of the 8 languages he speaks, until he ends his day laying in bed, trying to listen to John talk about his op, but his brain just refuses to acknowledge anything. He mumbles an apology that might just be half in russian at this point, fingers rubbing at his temples as he's trying to fight off a migraine.

It's rare to see Nik struggle to keep up with a conversation. The man is smart, too smart, really. This worries John, who decides to order them greasy food and throw a Russian movie he knows Nik enjoys on his laptop for them to watch in bed. He can struggle to keep up with the subtitles tonight while he's busy letting his hand massage the back of Nik's head, fingers gently stroking his jet black hair while he feels his man relax in his arms.

[lunarrosette]

I mourn the fact that dndads is a podcast and not a visual medium bc the DEVASTATING edits we could have to Radiohead’s fake plastic trees abt Glenn and Morgan and new timeline Morgan

[akiacia]

the psyche/eros parody in hades style!

[randomness-for-life]

May I present: some of my favorite out-of-context quotes from Miles Edgeworth: Investigations 2

[hyohaehyuk]

Gizmodo/io9 - How Has Louis Changed Since Season 1 of Interview With the Vampire?

i am surprised this is not on yt bc they uploaded others interviews from season 1

[plague-ridden-rat]

Real quick doodle

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

,,,, i don’t think i can reply to comments on my posts

[kalied0skull]

sighhh, she's on everyone's brains again, so of course she's on mine too

i had this thought rotating for WEEKS in my head of drawing cowgirl braiding her hair or having braids, something with braids (plaits, if that's your vocab /silly)

and i had finally brought myself around to finding a reference to get it down, so...

now playing: January — Loving ♪

★ ramble under the cut !

( obligatory @broareweabouttoviberightnow & @trevination tags ... it's your girl ! )

wow it's been a while since I've been able to ramble under a cut — haven't had much to say though, so 💀 i guess I can't be that surprised

a bit of a soft instrumental song pick for today because i NEEDED something soft and delicate to play in the background of this scene and looked around for a good song for an HOUR... to find that one. I'm content with it.

it was actually kinda coincidental that she had started showing up again on the dash when i was wrapping up this wip, for some reason it took me literal ages to get finished up BUT i am HAPPY WITH IT! she is GORGEOUS and i love her so so much !!!

every cowgirl drawing of mine so far has been one I'm very proud of, and i think that is such a transgirl W in my books /silly — i really admire drawing her features though honestly ; you can zoom in and see that she has a bit of freckles and a bit of fuzz and a bit of a smile and she is just so AHHHh i love adding the tiny details man ... .

speaking of details, peep the background that i drew out quite a bit of their room ?!! i loved drawing that in there, idk why — something about the drawing at first just looked really blank, she needed a bit of environment. and like, finding reference photos for the room is actually kinda hard ??? 😭 at least for me it is, idk, maybe I'm just looking in the wrong spots /nm+silly

i like to imagine that cowgirl had to kind of learn both by herself & with her brothers how to braid, learning from whatever rare interaction she had with Mama when she tried braiding soda's hair when they were babies, and then here and there from angela too i think ... it's an interesting concept ; angela & cowgirl sharing their femininty, i mean (in a good way, i like their dynamic a lot in that aspect)

but look at how proud and content she is in this moment doing it all by herself! :D

i like to think she becomes quite the pro of doing twin braids, not even having to stress to use a mirror to get it centered, she's got it on LOCK (there are curls flying out EVERYWHERE. she is looking a MESS. but it's okay, it's only for sleep anyways) and she does them eeeevery night before bed

i know it doesn't look much like it, but she is in fact wearing sleep fabrics 💀 the skirt looks kind of jean-y with the color, but i have this vision of girly reaaaally liking blues to wear, so .. .. blah. AND ALSO LIKE? it's a good contrast with the background, so who cares, you shouldn't 🤨 /silly

anyways, when finishing up this draft i went down a RABBIT HOLE of the cowgirl tag & pinterest just trying to find a good outfit inspiration for her, she was originally gonna have PANTS actually (like sleeping pajama pants ykyk) but i changed my mind when i remembered this doodle gif i had of her being in this exact outfit and shaking her around in a jar (for context, it was for an ask that read "shaking cowgirl curtis up in a jar" to which i replied: "real." and made this)

in the outfit she originally IS sleeveless, but... it's my outfit, who gives a fuck /silly

anyways, i worried a bit she looked too much like cherry here BUT ALSO... my cherry design honestly does not look much like cowgirl so 💀 i think it's just a lighting concern is all i had in the moment, i think she looks fine though

either way, it's always such a delight to doodle a headcanon design ; cowgirl is so so dear to me ... i love her very dearly :'3

speaking of headcanon — i feel as though it's mandatory to say " happy pride month everynyan " in this post as i have been with all my other pride related posts, so happy pride month !

(if you follow the Pride Calendar (do people still do that?) we're in our acespec section of the month, BUT... hey we can still celebrate mtf a few days in advance :3)

alright I'm all out of ramble juice, it's past my usual sleeping time SO !!! i hope this drawing is enjoyed and loved ... i put all of my enjoyment and love into it /silly+gen ... and good morning, good evening and goodnight to anyone reading !!!

[gay--dog]

posts like "if you reblog from x tumblr user after what they did im blocking you" are so crazy 2 me. do you rlly expect anyone normal to be able keep up w some bullshit discourse all the time so they can curate their following list like jesus & his twelve fuckin faggots or whatevr

[aurorangen]

Riku playing cupid!

[tricoufamily]

pretty neat game

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i can NOT be trusted to even mention phainon in a fic where he’s not the love interest it becomes immediately obvious i desire him more than anything