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f1bullshit · 2 days ago

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you're scared of thunderstorms – f1 grid reactions

lando norris the thunder cracks, and your whole body flinches he looks over from the couch and instantly drops his controller “oh no. baby. c’mere.” pulls you into his hoodie like it’s armor and wraps himself around you

“it’s just sky burps. loud, annoying sky burps. i got you.”

oscar piastri you go completely silent during the storm and curl up small he notices right away sits beside you without a word, hands you a soft blanket and holds your hand

“i’ll stay right here. you don’t have to say anything.” lets you put your head in his lap while he reads quietly to distract you

charles leclerc you jump at a thunderclap while brushing your teeth and he rushes in like

“did you fall? are you okay?” you whisper, “i hate storms.” his whole face softens. tucks you into bed and climbs in with you “i’ll talk until you fall asleep, d’accord? you’re safe.”

lewis hamilton you’re trying to hide it, but he sees right through you sits beside you and gently rubs your arm

“what do you need right now, love? silence? my voice? a song?” puts on your favorite calming playlist kisses your forehead between booms “nothing’s gonna hurt you while i’m here.”

carlos sainz a lightning flash makes you yelp and jump into his side he holds you tightly and half-laughs, but it’s soft

“you’re shaking.” carries you to bed, lights a candle, and wraps you in his arms like a human weighted blanket “storms pass. i don’t.”

daniel ricciardo pretends he’s not taking it seriously until he sees your face then all jokes drop

“hey, no teasing, i promise. you okay?” sits you in his lap, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder tells dumb stories and makes you laugh softly “we’ll ride it out together, alright?”

max verstappen you crawl under the covers and he follows without a word pulls you into his chest, one hand steady on your back

“it’s just noise. i’m not going anywhere.” stays up with you the whole time mutters sleepy little things in your hair “if you need to squeeze me when it hits, do it. i don’t mind.”

gabriel bortoleto you flinch every time the thunder rolls and he notices from across the room immediately goes to you, cups your face

“hey. hey. look at me.” kisses your forehead “you’re with me. okay? nothing can get you here.” holds your hand tight through every flash

franco colapinto you’re pacing in the hallway because of the storm he gently guides you back to the couch, wraps a blanket around your shoulders

“shh, mi amor. sit with me.” tells you about his childhood storms and how he used to imagine the clouds just playing “they’re loud. but they go away. and i’ll stay.”

lance stroll he finds you curled up on the couch, staring out the window, body tense immediately grabs the softest hoodie and wraps it around you

“storms freak you out, huh?” sits beside you and pulls you into his chest, lets your head rest over his heart “that sound? that’s all you need to focus on. just me. right here.”

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f1bullshit · 2 days ago

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 195//366 ∟ Day 195 - Carlos S a i n z J r

#fluttering his eyelashes #❤️#carlos #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #mclaren #f1 #f1edit #2020 season #ded20 #cs55

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f1bullshit · 3 days ago

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LH44 X YOUNGER READER. ❤️

when he’s going through a rough time in races and realizes how supportive you’ve been.

– Lewis is used to pressure. He’s been carrying the weight of legacy, expectations, and criticism since before you ever came into his life. But lately? It’s been hitting differently. The car’s not where it should be. Quali’s been rough. He walks into interviews with a thousand thoughts in his head and leaves with even more. He’s tired. And a little bit lost.

– You notice, of course. Even if he says he’s fine, you see it — in the way he stares at the ceiling at 2am, the way he lets silence hang in the car longer than usual.

– You never push. You just show up. With fresh fruit bowls in the morning. With a hot bath ready after media days. With small notes hidden in his suitcase before flights —

“You’ve already won in more ways than one. Keep going, my love.” “The world is lucky to watch you.”

– He doesn’t say much at first. Just kisses your forehead, hugs you tighter at night, lets himself sink into your softness.

– But one night, after a particularly brutal weekend, he comes home to find you in the kitchen — one of his hoodies swallowing your frame, cooking something comforting with his playlist on. You turn around, smile like he just won Monaco. And something in him breaks — the heavy, stubborn wall of “I have to handle this alone.”

– He walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, buries his face in your neck, and whispers,

“You’ve been holding me up. And I haven’t said thank you.”

– After that moment, he can’t stop showing it. He starts sending you voice notes from the paddock. Buys you a delicate necklace engraved with the initials “L H + 🖤” and tells you,

“You’re the one thing that brings me peace when nothing else makes sense.”

– Plans a surprise dinner on the rooftop where you first told him you loved him. Has your favorite dessert waiting. Hands you a card that just says:

“I thought I had to be strong for everyone. Then I realized I can be soft with you.”

– Holds your hand in public more. Posts you on his story with a quiet “grateful” caption. You’re still younger, still a little unexpected in his world — but to him? You are the world.

– “I’m not just in love with you,” he says one night, curled into you after a long race weekend. “I need you. You’ve become my calm. And I hope I’ve become yours.”

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f1bullshit · 3 days ago

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he’s so pretty ugh