i4russell63

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I'd sacrifice a virgin for a george pole

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OKAY!!!!! so I did this server and it looks like shit cause I don't know a thing about discord, but I'd love to chat with yall so plsss get in

https://discord.gg/U8xkQZsc

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I miss charles and carlos pls God bring my family back together

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Send hcs requests plsssss I love doing those!! (Btw, Charles and pregnant! Reader is coming soon)

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Tears run down my thighs

Summary: Basic things that they’d do that would make you SOAKED

Notes: Heyyy. Currently obsessed with Sabrina’s album.

George Russell

It’s one of those mornings where you’re brushing your teeth while trying to shove your sneakers on, already late and still needing to grab breakfast. You storm back into the bedroom because you cannot leave the house without making the bed.

Except George is already doing it. Shirtless. Just some loose shorts hanging low on his hips, chest on full display, folding the sheets like it’s his job. He even does that little “pat” at the end to smooth them down.

Your schedule? Destroyed. Your man? Now remaking the bed.

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Kimi Antonelli

At your favorite restaurant, you have to take a work call, which leaves Kimi in charge of ordering.

You’re trying to listen to the person on the other end, but in the background you hear his voice: ordering your exact meal, asking them to leave out the stuff you hate, and even making sure they add sugar to your juice because you always complain it’s bland.

Knowing he notices every tiny detail about you? Yeah. You cross your legs under the table real quick.

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Charles Leclerc

You two are late for an F1 event in Monaco, and traffic is hell. No parking anywhere. After looping around ten times, Charles finally finds a spot. It’s microscopic. Truly impossible.

I mean, you know that driving is literally your boyfriend's job, but the space is terrible and you think there's no way he'll get in.

But your boyfriend is Charles Leclerc, and he pulls in with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the window, like it’s nothing. The man literally yawns while doing the sexiest parallel park you’ve ever seen in your life.

Ferrari’s golden boy is nowhere to be found at the event.

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Lewis Hamilton

You pull up at Lewis’s place, car stuffed with way too many grocery bags for the dinner you two are hosting later. Your pride refuses to ask for help, so you start unloading them even though your fingers are screaming.

Lewis strolls out, pops the trunk, grabs all the bags in one hand, and casually chats about what dishes he’s planning to cook like it’s no big deal.

The dinner had to be delayed.

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Ollie Bearman

You’re on tiptoes, desperately reaching for a box at the very top of the cupboard. Even standing on a stool doesn’t work. When Ollie walks in and sees this, he just shakes his head, hands sliding around your waist as he effortlessly lifts you off the stool.

— You’re insane, you’ll hurt yourself. — He scolds, grabbing the box with zero effort and handing it over.

You fan yourself like you’ve just run a marathon. He just laughs and heads off like he didn’t just ruin you completely, going to the bedroom without you having to say a word.

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Oscar Piastri

You’ve been battling with the strawberry jam jar for so long that you don’t even want jam anymore, it’s about pride now. But eventually hunger wins, and you stomp over to Oscar, shoving the jar at him wordlessly.

He looks a little confused, twists the lid once, and it pops open instantly.

— Ah, thanks babe… — you mumble, cheeks hot.

— Don’t worry, baby, you loosened it for me. — He smirks.

You’re not fine.

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Daniel Ricciardo

On the way to his place, your tire blows out. You pace back and forth, hyping yourself up “I am an independent woman, I can totally do this” until you check the trunk and realize there’s no spare.

You cave and call Danny, already bracing for teasing. But when he shows up, he doesn’t joke once. He just gets down, changes the tire, and then suggests swapping cars so he can drive yours in case anything happens again.

Sweaty, dirty shirt, grease on his hands… yeah, something definitely happens on the way back.

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I'll die on estie bestie duty

How he has haters I will never understand

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Besties I'm sorry but FUCK discord I have no idea how to make it cute so bare with me, it'll take minute (if someone here knows how to do it ........ pls help me

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Happy for ollie but so so sad for kimi and really mad about that bs they did to Carlos

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I feel so so bad for Ollie. All the other rookies had peak moments this year and hes just suffering cuz that haas is an absolute shitbox. Im gonna start killing people.

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I'm not the biggest Gabi's fan, but this guy has a charisma that only a Brazilian could have!!! Love him for that

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So High School!!

Summary: Kimi needs some help with math, and Y/N can help with that… and maybe a bit more.

Notes: Heyyy. This was sooo fun to write omggg. So, obviously, in theory they’re all speaking Italian, but I threw in some expressions cause I thought it’d be fun. I’m dying to write the next part omg someone stop me.

— But, mamma… — Kimi whined, like a little kid being scolded in public. Well, he had just been scolded in public.

— No “but”, Andrea! The deal I made with your father was perfectly clear. You have my permission to travel and chase your Formula 1 dream… — his mother cut in firmly, dragging him to a more private corner. — …since you keep focusing on school. And now you’re failing math, Kimi? Per l'amor di Dio! Farai impazzire tua madre. (For God’s sake! You’re gonna drive your mom crazy)

— I swear I’ll fix it! You know how much this means to me, mamma!

— Then this is your last chance to prove it, baby. I won’t let you fail the year. And I won’t feel guilty pulling you out if I have to. — Kimi prayed she was bluffing, but her tone said otherwise.

Kimi’s stomach twisted. He could throw up right there. Losing Formula 1 was a possibility he couldn’t even bear to imagine. Everything he’d been fighting for, years of effort, could all go down the drain over one stupid red mark in math.

A single grade wasn’t going to destroy him. It couldn’t.

(…)

By Monday, Kimi was ranting to his friends about how the math teacher was targeting him on purpose. Did he have a bunch of absences? Yes. Did he pay attention in class? No. Did he hand in homework on time? Also no. But those details felt tiny compared to the greatness of what Kimi was doing on track. He was making history, for God’s sake!

One of his friends suggested the tutoring group, saying it had saved him in past exams. The best students got together to help the… less fortunate ones.

— Hey, Kimi, Y/N’s tutoring. Weren’t you, like, in love with her back in middle school? — His friend barely finished the sentence before Kimi was leaning over, way too interested in seeing the student list. — Easy, mate! She’s a math genius. Helped my brother ace a test.

Kimi didn’t need to hear another word. He’d already been convinced the second her name came up… the girl who had been his first crush. Antonelli had spent countless nights practicing in the mirror, rehearsing how to ask her out for ice cream, but never worked up the courage.

Now, though? He wasn’t going to waste his shot. He scheduled the lessons, telling himself he’d learn some math and finally get a chance to show her a little of his charm.

What could go wrong?

(…)

Everything. Everything went wrong. And the worst part? It had started out perfectly.

He showed up right on time, uniform neat, even his pencils sharpened.

— Hi! I’m Kimi. Antonelli. Kimi Antonelli. — He stumbled over his own words, scratching the back of his neck. — I booked a math session.

— I know who you are, Kimi. We were in middle school together. — Her smile nearly knocked the air out of him. Suddenly, wars made sense. Taylor Swift writing endless love songs made sense. — I looked over your last test and I think I know where you’re struggling. Let’s start there!

But once Y/N opened the math book, things spiraled.

Kimi’s phone buzzed. He mumbled an excuse, checked the screen. It buzzed again. And again. By the fifth time, Y/N huffed, snapping the book shut.

— Look, Antonelli, I don’t care about your job. You could be fucking Senna for all I care. But when your job gets in the way of my job? That’s when we’ve got a problem.

She shoved her books into her bag, fuming.

— When you actually want to learn, book another session. I’m not wasting my time with someone who won’t focus.

Kimi apologized. Hell, he practically begged her to stay. Not just because she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, but because for the first time, the math was actually starting to make sense.

But Y/N walked out, leaving him sitting in the wreckage of his own disaster.

(…)

The day dragged on like forever. Every time he replayed the scene, Kimi’s cheeks burned hotter. No way was that the memory she’d keep of him. He had to prove he wasn’t just the same dumb kid who once stuck gum in her hair.

So, the rest of the week, Antonelli showed up religiously at the tutoring center. Same time, same place, same kicked-puppy look.

At first, Y/N ignored him, rolling her eyes like he was just part of the furniture. But by Friday, the other students had had enough. They started complaining about “the Formula 1 kid who only comes to stare at the tutor instead of studying.”

Y/N sighed, shut her classmate’s book, and marched over to Kimi’s couch like she was making the most annoying decision of her life.

— Alright! — she said firmly, plopping down beside him. — Listen up, because I’m only saying this once.

Kimi straightened immediately, heart racing like he was at the starting grid.

— I’ll give you one more chance. Just one. The last. — She held up a finger, eyes narrowed in warning. — Because my dad’s a Formula 1 fan and I don’t want another lecture about you. But I swear, Kimi, the second your phone interrupts me-

— It won’t! — he cut her off way too fast, hands raised in surrender. — I swear, it’s already on silent.

She arched a skeptical brow but reopened the math book. The tiniest smile tugged at her lips. Deep down, she thought his persistence was hilarious.

(…)

The session went… well. Light, easy, even kind of sweet. When Kimi messed up, Y/N didn’t scold him like he’d committed a crime against mathematics. Instead, she’d say gently:

— Not quite, but you’re on the right track!

Her voice was soft, her hand giving him little pats on the back. Kimi felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Numbers actually made sense with her.

By their second session, while Y/N was writing on the board, Kimi gnawed his lip, trying to focus. Hard to do when all his brain wanted to process were her eyes.

— Kimi, is that…? Did you just draw a car? — She leaned over his notes and found the page half-covered in car sketches. — You’re hopeless.

— Hey! Not just any car… My car. For good luck. — He puffed up, pretending to be offended. — The car and you, of course. Just… I don’t know how to draw faces yet.

Y/N opened and closed her mouth a few times, speechless. Her cheeks burned, and she had to bite the inside of her lip to hide her smile.

By the third lesson, the vibe was even better. Between equations, they chatted as if they had known each other their entire lives. She asked about the countries he’d been to, he asked which college she dreamed of.

While she corrected his homework, a strand of hair slipped loose from her ponytail, brushing across her face. Kimi couldn’t look away. Not from her eyes, not from her lip between her teeth.

— Kimi? Kimi! — Y/N snapped her fingers in front of him. He jerked back, caught staring. Her amused grin spread. — What were you thinking about?

— Uh… Sunday’s race! You know how it is. — His laugh was awkward, guilty.

— You’ll do great. Everyone says you’re amazing at what you do. — Her head tilted slightly, eyes lost in the way his sparkled. He closes them for a few seconds, as if he didn’t want to dazzle her.

(…)

On math test day, Y/N paced the courtyard with Kimi’s favorite drink in her hands, chewing her nails. Everyone else had already left the classroom, except him.

By her third cup of coffee, she was buzzing with nerves. She had to get another one to find some comfort in the hot drink.

And then, right as she turned back toward the door, a paper appeared in front of her. Not just any paper: a test. With a perfect score. Not just anyone holding it: Kimi.

— I can’t believe it! Kimi! — She spun, nearly knocking into him, his grin stretching ear to ear. Something gave her the nerve, and she threw her arms around his neck, smacking a kiss on each cheek.

Kimi Antonelli, standing there with the girl of his dreams in his arms and a perfect math grade, made a mental note: he really needed to thank his mamma.

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Do I love him? Do I hate him?

Summary: Lewis and Y/N have been rivals forever… but you know what they say: there’s a fine line between love and hate.

Notes: Heyyy. It’s my bdayyy!! Hope u guys like it, I’m still trying to figure out how to write longer stuff.

The drivers tried to get as comfortable as possible in the stiff chairs of the meeting room. Silverstone was right around the corner and, apparently, everyone had way too much to say.

Hands shot up, voices overlapped, and not a single one of them seemed willing to agree with the other. To Y/N, these meetings felt less like strategy sessions and more like a therapy room where the drivers dumped all their pent-up stress.

It was her first year in Formula 1 and being the only woman among nineteen men was… a challenge, to say the least. Don’t get it wrong: it was a dream come true. When Mercedes called offering her the second seat, she cried like a little kid, barely believing it was real.

Y/N had grown up in racing. Always the best girl. Never the best. Year after year, she watched her teammates move up while she stayed behind, stuck. Year after year, she had to swallow the bitter taste of envy.

Everyone deserved it, of course. But so did she. It just seemed like she always had to work twice as hard to prove she belonged. And even now, sitting among the best drivers in the world, Y/N still felt the sideways glances, as if everyone was silently asking if she was really good enough.

One look in particular drove her insane: Lewis Hamilton’s. God, if she could just sit him down and unload everything she’d bottled up since the day he laughed after one of her defeats back in karting… it would be a long, very unfriendly speech. Ever since then, the two of them traded barbs on and off track.

And of course, it was his irritating voice, with that irritating accent and even more irritating confidence, that yanked her out of her thoughts. He was in the middle of an argument, brows furrowed.

— Mate, you lot really need to get better at checking this! — Lewis barked.

— Mate, you lot really need to get better at checking this — Y/N mocked under her breath in a squeaky tone, rolling her eyes.

— Oh, very mature, Y/N. Nice one. — He shot back instantly, flashing her a mocking thumbs-up and a grin so smug she wanted to wipe it off his face with her fist.

She sank into her chair, annoyed at herself for falling right into his trap. Staying rational around Lewis was almost impossible. That damn laugh of his after her loss all those years ago was burned into her brain like a scar that would never fade.

When the torture was finally over, the drivers filed out to meet with their teams, hashing out strategies based on what was discussed.

Outside, a swarm of reporters waited, hungry for headlines. Cameras lined up around the Ferrari driver, microphones practically shoving into his face.

— Lewis, you’ve faced big names throughout your career. Now we have Y/N at Mercedes. How do you see this rivalry? — one reporter asked.

He folded his arms, leaning forward slightly, savoring the question with a cocky grin forming

— Look, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: doesn’t matter who’s on the grid, I race to win. — his voice calm but sharp. — But yeah, she’s quick. She’s got talent. I won’t deny that.

Flashes went off like fireworks as Lewis paused deliberately, his eyes flicking sideways as if he could already imagine Y/N watching this somewhere.

— But talent isn’t everything. It’s about pressure. Enduring every race, every stare, every criticism… that’s what separates the good from the great. — He smirked faintly. — We’ll see if she can handle it.

His words hung in the air like blades. Not a direct attack, but everyone got the message.

Later, after free practice, at the driver parade, the questions came again and again: Was Y/N ready? Could she carry the weight of so many women rooting for her?

The knot in her chest only tightened until she felt a steady hand on her shoulder. Turning, she found Susie Wolff’s calm eyes.

— They’ll talk, Y/N. They always will. — Susie said firmly, but softly. — But you’re not here by accident. You earned this. And I know how hard it was.

A lump rose in Y/N’s throat. Susie leaned closer, low enough that only she could hear:

— I believe in you. And I’m not the only one. The whole team does. Don’t let them — she gestured toward the media — make you think otherwise.

The words felt like an embrace, but also pressed against a raw wound. If everyone trusted her… why couldn’t she trust herself?

Her breathing stuttered. Voices blurred together, laughter, taunts, even Lewis’s damn accent swirling into a dizzying storm.

Y/N stumbled into a side room, not even aware of where she was going. Her hands shook, her skin prickled, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t breathe. Back against the wall, she slid to the floor, torn between sobs and desperate, useless gasps for air.

Through blurred vision, she noticed movement across the room. A figure in red. Slowly sharpening into Lewis Hamilton, standing there with a confused, worried expression. She broke into heavier sobs.

— What the hell… what happened? Are you okay? — Lewis dropped to his knees in front of her, hands unsure where to go.

— Not now, Hamilton. Please. — was all she could manage. Every cell in her body too drained for another fight.

— Oi, easy there. You walked in bawling your eyes out. I just wanna make sure you’re alright. — He raised his hands like he was surrendering.

— I just… — She tried to inhale, wiping at her face. — I’m nervous, okay? It’s my first Silverstone with Mercedes and there’s so much on the line and I don’t… I don’t even know if I can do this.

Her weak attempt at composure shattered as she voiced her thoughts. The next breath caught painfully in her throat, and Lewis instinctively reached out, cupping her face.

— Y/N, look at me. You’re fine. No apocalypse happening. Just a race. — His calloused hands brushed gently against her skin. — You’ve got this. Look where you are

— Please, Lewis. Don’t give me motivational crap when we both know you don’t mean it. — Her voice was rough, but she still clung to her pride.

— I do mean it. Christ, I believe in you more than you think. Why d’you think we even have this rivalry? I see you. You’re fast, smart, tough. Hell, you’ll probably give me more trouble than any of those idiots out there. You’re not just ‘good enough,’ Y/N you’re damn incredible. And yeah, you make me want to be better. If that’s even possible.

For the first time, Y/N let out a laugh small, broken, but real laugh for Lewis. And both of them were terribly aware.

— Was that… a laugh? Y/N laughed at me? Am I losing it? Or are you hallucinating? Should I call a doctor? — He exaggeratedly looked around. — Don’t let it get to your head tho. I still think you’re an annoying rookie who’s probably gonna spend most races staring at the back of my car-

She cut him off. Not with sarcasm. Not with a snarky comeback. With a kiss. Urgent, messy, desperate, hungry.

Lewis’s eyes were still open when she pulled back.

— Don’t ruin the one decent moment we’ve had in years, Hamilton.

— Yes, ma’am. — His grin turned softer as he closed the distance again, hands gripping her waist.

While the rest of the paddock wondered where the Mercedes and Ferrari drivers had disappeared to… they were busy dealing with something far more important...

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IT'S MY BDAY

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Omg happy bday to kimi

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he's like a poem I wish I wrote!

Notes: heyy! To celebrate 100 followers I'm gonna be writing all of these "tropes" ideas! I think it will be really fun :))) let me know which you want me to post first

George Russell – Second Chance

They were once everything to each other, until life got in the way. Years later, fate brings them back together. But rekindling what they had means facing the whispers and doubts of friends who aren’t sure love deserves a second chance.

Kimi Antonelli – Tutoring Trouble

Kimi needs help to survive math class, and she’s the only one who can save him from failing. What starts as awkward study sessions soon turns into shared smiles, inside jokes, and the kind of butterflies that make even homework feel exciting. Maybe numbers aren’t so bad... especially when she’s the answer.

Charles Leclerc – Unexpected Pregnancy

A fleeting romance turns into forever when an unexpected pregnancy changes everything. Now Charles has to navigate his career, her world, and the possibility that something unplanned could become the greatest love of all.

Lewis Hamilton – Rivals to Lovers

On the track, they’re sworn enemies. Off it, sparks fly in ways neither of them can control. When rivalry blurs into passion, Lewis discovers that love might be the only race worth losing.

Ollie Bearman – best friend's sister

She’s the one girl he shouldn’t want... his best friend’s sister. But the more Ollie tries to stay away, the harder he falls. He knows the risk: one wrong move and he could lose the people who matter most. Loving her means breaking the rules… and maybe breaking his own heart in the process.

Oscar Piastri – forbidden love

She’s the daughter of the man who shaped his entire career, the one person Oscar knows he should stay away from. But every moment with her pulls him closer, until staying away feels impossible. Loving her could cost him the trust of his mentor… but walking away might cost him even more.

Daniel Ricciardo – Age Gap

He’s older, wiser, and knows better. She’s younger, fearless, and everything he shouldn’t want. Between stolen moments and unspoken fears, Daniel learns that the hearts refuse to play by the rules sometimes.

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It's a cruel summer with you

Summary: summer break on driver's pov

Notes: Heyyy! It's embarrassing how much I love doing this!!!!!

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We don't talk enough about how ollie and kimi are absolutely fucking nerds