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cheriladycl01 · 9 days

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How I love you - Multi Driver x Reader Part 2

Plot: The Heartstopper Charlie Monologue but for each driver!

Pierre Gasly

"I've been going out with Pierre Gasly since i was 15. He likes travelling and French Football. Dogs, especially the fluffy kind. Trying new foods across the world. His first win in Monza. Coffee. Taking picnics in Nice. Getting back into our bed after a long triple header. And Panoramas"

"He also likes me...”

"His hair is a sandy blonde, that could almost be a brown and his eyes are light blue and he's 7 inches taller than me, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Esteban Ocon

"I've been going out with Esteban Ocon since i was 22. He likes the movies and Italian Cuisine. Marvel, especially if it’s Deadpool. Building remote control cars. Having Ryan Reynolds as an Alpine Investor. Table Tennis. Making everything into a race, even mountain biking. Spending time with his parents . And pink"

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is very dark, basically black, and his eyes are dark brown and he's 9 inches taller than me, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Alexander Albon

"I've been going out with Alex Albon since i was 24. He likes photography and film cameras. Animals, especially our pets at home. He loves wearing loungewear. And his attachment to golf. Spicy Food. Doing his skincare with me. His podcast with Logan on race weekends. And his iPad"

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is always changing colour because he dyes it, and his eyes are light brown and he's 2 inches taller than me, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Franco Colapinto

"I've been going out with Franco Colapinto since i was 18. He likes yapping and flirting with his interviewers, to get on my nerves. Buenos Aries, especially when showing me around where he grew up. He loves drinking Mate in the mornings. And watching Lionel Messi. Chocolate. And Dulce de leche. His Spotify full of Spanish music. And The Boss"

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is a chocolate brown, and his eyes are like caramel and he's 5 inches taller than me, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Yuki Tsunoda

"I've been going out with Yuki Tsunoda since i was 20. He likes cooking and making me try new dishes. Japan, especially in Cherry Blossom Season. He loves snowboarding at Christmas. And playing video games. Sake. And going cycling. His PC at home in Italy. And Swearing"

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is jet black, and his eyes are almost matching that and im 5 inches taller than him, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Daniel Ricciardo

"I've been going out with Daniel Ricciardo since i was 26. He likes mountain biking and bmxing. The great outdoors especially the Australian Outback. He loves taking pictures mainly of me. And horse riding on the beach. America. Joking around with Lando. His Beats Headphones. And MotoGP"

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is brown, and his eyes are like pools of honey and im 6 inches shorter than him, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Valtteri Bottas

"I've been going out with Valtteri Bottas since i was 29. He likes caving and rock climbing. Engineering , especially around his F1 car. He loves skiing on weekends. And making BotASS calendars. Wine. And doing cycling tournaments. His morning coffee. And Gin"

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is dyed platinum blonde to the point I can’t remember what his natural colour is, and his eyes are like blue and im 2 inches shorter than him, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Zhou Guanyu

"I've been going out with Zhou Guanyu since i was 16. He likes karaoke and gaming. Cats , especially little Sweetcorn. He loves seeing all the hard work go into an F1 weekend. And exploring more of China. Football. And styling me in outfits. His home in Sheffield. And Fashion”

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is a dry black, and his eyes are dark brown and im 5 inches shorter than him, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Nico Hulkenberg

"I've been going out with Nico Hulkenberg since i was 24. He likes bakeries and an occasional sweet treat. Sport and fitness, especially cycling and Tennis. He loves travelling with his job. And exploring the many cultures of the world. Skiing. And chilling at home after a long weekend. Some soft music in the car. And Swimming”

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is a blonde, and his eyes are blue and im 7 inches shorter than him, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

Kevin Magnussen

"I've been going out with Kevin Magnussen since i was 26. He likes spice and Indian food. Sports, especially ones of the water variety. He loves outdoors and getting involved. And making everything into a brutal competition. Suzuka. And skydiving. Some Metallica when he’s feeling energised. And cycling”

“He also likes me…”

"His hair is a blonde, and his eyes are blue and im 3 inches shorter than him, if you care about that sort of thing. I think he's pretty hot, but that might just be my opinion...”

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octuscle · 8 months

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I want to turn into a dumb ski teenager. Kinda a twunk/himbo. I love hot helmets ski masks etc, I’d make sure my boots smell fetid. Thanks!

The platform in Munich was overcrowded when the train to Innsbruck arrived. Like Peter, at least some people were wearing a suit and carrying a laptop bag. Most were struggling with skis, snowboards and huge sports bags. Peter heard Dutch, Polish and Swedish, he had the feeling that half of Europe was on its way to a skiing vacation. He, on the other hand, had to go to Innsbruck to help clear away the rubble of a spectacular real estate bankruptcy. He was one of the top insolvency administrators in Europe. And he wanted to show that he himself could bring this case to a satisfactory conclusion for everyone.

As expected, everyone was jostling at the second-class entrances. The two first-class carriages were almost empty. It was quiet, Peter would be able to work in peace. He opened his notebook and settled down at the table in his compartment. But after a few minutes, the peace and quiet was over. He heard loud voices coming closer and closer. A young man with blond hair pulled open the door to his compartment, took a quick look around and then shouted "Hörni, det är nästan en hel tågkupé tom!" into the corridor. Without asking, he heaved his sports bag into the luggage net. And after a few moments, four young men followed and took possession of the compartment together with their leader. After a few seconds, the aisle was blocked with skis and snowboards, the luggage net was full of bags and suitcases, loud music was blaring from a boombox and the first bottles of beer and vodka were on the table next to Peter's laptop. It smelled of alcohol, sweat and testosterone. Peter was furious. "You do know that this is the first class rest area?" he asked the group. The leader of the group laughed and said that the train was so overcrowded, there would certainly be no conductor to check it. Peter closed his notebook, exasperated. Concentrated work would certainly not be possible. He put on his noise-canceling headphones and hoped to get at least a little sleep.

He probably hadn't closed his eyes for five minutes when he woke up. His crotch was soaking wet. A beer bottle had fallen over and the contents had spilled onto his lap. The Swedes were roaring. One of them said "Sorry" and held out a bottle of vodka to Peter. I don't know what kind of devil he was riding, but he took a swig. And a second. And helped himself to the dried moose meat. After the train had left Kufstein station, all six of them were roaring Swedish drinking songs. And Peter wiped a long blond strand of hair from his forehead.

As the train pulled into Innsbruck, the five jocks gathered their things together. Peter was already really drunk and it was difficult for him to stow his boombox and his still-empty bottles into his rucksack in time. At the last second, he managed to fall onto the platform with his snowboard and sports bag. His friends roared.

The train to St. Anton was even fuller. There was no chance of getting a seat. Peter and his friends crowded into the aisle and the party was immediately back in full swing. They quickly made friends with the members of a Norwegian student fraternity who were going to the same sports hostel as them. It was dusk when the train arrived in St. Anton. Leif had to vomit directly into the snow. Fortunately, the icy cold air had sobered Peter up a bit. But he had to piss and tried to pee "Sverige" in the snow. He failed. The pre-ordered bus was waiting for them and took them to their hostel

Yes, Pelle was damn good at partying. He was like all Swedes who made the Alps unsafe. But he was also a damn good sportsman. "Väl framme, mamma. Nu ska jag iväg till pisten för första gången. Hälsningar till pappa!", he wrote. The lifts opened at 09:00. No matter how hard he had partied yesterday, he wanted to be the first to leave his tracks in the freshly fallen snow.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age reduction #ai image

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ace-race-ace · 4 months

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Legacy AU - Part 1 - First day back

Prologue - Next part

It’s mid-January when Lance gets called into the factory for the pre-season. He’d spent the last few weeks spending time with his family and friends, snowboarding to his heart’s desire. The snow, despite being unmistakably cold, felt like warmth and comfort to him. A way to recenter himself, a reminder that no matter what, he can always come back to this feeling when things get hard. It also gave him time to reflect, to think more clearly without the constant stress of the next race looming over his head.

The same couldn’t be said about the damp, gloomy weather of England.

Thick rivulets splash against the car window, the gray clouds above showing no indication of clearing up anytime soon. Lance sighs as he presses his forehead on the cold glass. Soft music plays through his headphones as the dark rolling hills whizz by, obscured by the downfall. He can’t help but feel a bit lost, sitting alone in the backseat, the driver hidden by a separating panel. It felt a little like riding in a car possessed by an unknown spirit, leading him to his inevitable doom. Damn, he needs to get back to his senses. He’s here because he wants to. He wants to get working on the car, log in hours in the simulator, get the thrill of barreling through a circuit at 300 kilometers an hour. He wants to win, and make everyone proud, his family, his friends, and himself.

But most of all, Fernando Alonso.

Unsurprisingly, his thoughts this winter break often drifted to Fernando, his new official boss. Lance knows he needs to tread carefully. The rules have changed now. His advances, his flirting, his need to be close to the Spaniard has to be more measured. But the truth is, he isn’t sure he can hold himself back.

It was innocent, a little silly at first. Sure, he noticed from the start how his stomach would flip whenever Fernando would laugh or smile at his suggestive jokes, but he convinced himself it was just nervousness. Yet as the years went by, there was no denying the pull he had towards his fellow driver. Fernando became a person of comfort, of safety away from home. An island of peace and understanding within the raging storm that is being an F1 driver. The Spaniard opened himself to Lance, listening to his gripes about the team, the car, or his own performance, giving advice or support any way he could. Fernando would also offer physical comfort, pulling him into a tight embrace to calm him down after a hard day. Lance became used to feeling his head rest against the older man’s chest and letting the slow heartbeat cradle him to sleep.

Could he really be blamed for his wires starting to get crossed? Lance had never been cared for like this by anyone else. Sure his father gave him anything he wanted but sometimes, all Lance needed was to be held and heard. The fact Fernando is also undeniably handsome and a racing legend didn’t help his poor head getting tripped up. Admittedly, he’d let his selfish desires take over his moral compass a bit too often. In hindsight, begging to suck off your teammate after a win was a bit too extreme, but he’d seen the desire reflect in those brown eyes. If there was a way in, Lance would fight for it.

There was also the matter of the celebration party after Brazil. Fernando had been caught up the whole night by the throngs of people wanting to talk to him, party with him, congratulate him, it was no surprise Lance didn’t see much of him. He spent most of the night with Esteban, downing a few fancy drinks paid for by Lawrence’s tab. A few people came to congratulate him on the team effort but didn’t linger long before looking for the champion. Of course, Lance was happy for Fernando but he could help the twinge of jealousy. The car was a championship winning car yet he’d only secured fourth, missing out on the podium which was instead filled by the two Ferrari drivers, Verstappen and Leclerc. Towards the end of the season, Ferrari and even McLaren had started shaping up, nearly catching up which can only spell trouble for the next season. Aston Martin had the jump on everyone this year but the other teams were now ready to bring back the fight, their fancy, efficient facilities in tow. Lance felt apprehensive, and no amount of comfort from Esteban, whom he’d been ranting to all night, helped the situation. The Frenchman knew how down on himself Lance could get but he could tell the conversation wasn’t going anywhere so he made his excuses and left him at the bar, promising to catch up later. Lance let him go, even if it meant standing at the counter alone. Some people tested their luck trying to strike up a conversation now that Esteban was gone, but he wouldn’t give them even a passing glance. If stories about him being an asshole pop up in the media tomorrow, he can easily blame it on being drunk, celebrating too hard.

Just about when he was going to call it a night, Lance felt a pair of strong hands wrap around his waist from behind.

“Cariño, I have not spoken with you all night. I need to thank you again, my victory is all thanks to you.”

There is no mistaking Fernando’s voice no matter how slurred it is. Lance turned to face him and caught the older driver’s blissed out smile. His hair looked drenched, sticking up wildly. Lance didn’t dare check if it was from sweat or champagne - probably a nauseating mix of both.

“Fernando, you know that’s not true. I made too many mistakes that could have lost us the constructors. And those close calls that nearly crashed us both out.”

The Spaniard made a show of rolling his eyes and waving a hand as if he were batting away the words.

“I don’t care about that Lance. We won is all that matter. And next year, you become champion, and we win again!”

Lance laughed and shook his head.

“You really think that will happen?”

Fernando pulled the younger driver closer, their hips now flush against each other. Lance gasped as his arms got trapped between them.

“I promise I make you champion next year.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Fernando.”

The older man lifted a hand to Lance’s face, cradling his cheek. His thumb started slowly rubbing back and forth. Lance can’t help but snuggle ever so slightly into the hold, which makes Fernando smile.

“I promise. I believe in you, in us.”

Lance has to laugh at how those words would have sounded in a different context. If things were different. Suddenly, he felt Fernando tighten the hand around his face and pull him down. Their lips met in the middle in a soft kiss, Lance feeling the rough scratch of his beard against his skin. It takes a few moments for both of their consciousnesses to kick in and realize what had just happened. They both pull away from each other, remaining silent. Fernando met his gaze, his brown eyes reflecting the same affection and uncertainty in Lance’s own. He makes a vague gesture, clears his throat and walks away from the younger driver, leaving him once again alone.

There was something there, Lance knows it. Was it worth risking everything he had? Everything his father and him had worked towards? Lance knows the rational answer, but every time he thinks of Fernando, his strong hands, his sweet and caring manner, he can’t help but want more. He hasn’t seen Fernando in person since the party, communicating only through sparse work emails. Lance already hates this new dynamic. They were never just coworkers, and now he’s supposed to become Fernando’s docile employee that only works on success and productivity? Forget everything about how his lips felt against his? Fuck off.

Lance is broken out of his thoughts as the car stills. The familiar window bay isn’t as inviting under the downpour but at least the car has pulled up under the canopy. He thanks the driver and pulls the door open. A chill settles in his bones as he makes his way through the front door, the wings of the Aston Martin logo looming above.

Thankfully, it is much warmer inside. The receptionist greets Lance with a smile, indicating where the meeting would be taking place. He bumps into a few mechanics along the way, striking up an easy conversation in his usual nonchalant tone. It’s obvious the factory has been hard at work again, people jogging from place to place, the ringing sounds of machines throughout the building, interns slipping by with coffee, not a single still moment. Lawrence is the first one to pull Lance into an embrace as he enters the room, smiling brightly at his son and gesturing for him to sit. Others come to greet Lance but keep their contact minimal, most learning the hard way that the Canadian doesn’t enjoy physical contact. With exceptions of course.

He leans back in his chair and lets his resting pout come onto his face as he waits for the meeting to start. Everyone else seems engrossed in conversation, passionately discussing the upcoming season. Lance is thankful no one tries to strike up a conversation with him as he stares out the windows to the gloomy Silverstone track. No driving there today, that's for sure. Today is for all the boring bureaucratic details that Lance doesn’t care to remember but has to pretend to care about for the team. Looking at the rolling curves also reminds him of the expectation placed on him to win Silverstone this year, bringing in Aston Martin’s home race. In the past few years, both he and Fernando have failed to do so. Whether it be failed upgrades, tricky conditions, or crashes, they’ve never been able to pull it together. Lance feels dejected about his chances of ever winning here or anywhere else for that matter.

Finally, the door opens once more and conversations go quiet. Lance whips his head around faster than he is willing to admit.

Fernando looks categorically normal. Which for him of course means a perfect beaming smile, an undeniably handsome face, and energy that thrums through the room. He goes around greeting everyone with simple pats on the back or handshakes. Lance feels himself still in anticipation of his touch as he makes his way around the room. The conversations have started up again, people already throwing questions at Fernando who easily brushes them off and promises to address them all in a minute. As he passes by Lance, he is still turned towards an engineer. Fernando doesn’t say anything to Lance but squeezes his shoulder tightly before moving on. Lance hates how such a simple gesture sends shivers down his spine.

Fernando gets to the front of the oval table, still grinning widely. Lawrence shakes him lightly before taking a seat.

“Thank you everyone for being here. I am excited to start this new season with everyone here and everywhere else in the factory. We have a lot to go through today, so let’s get right into it.”

Lance tries to focus. He really does. He jots a few notes on the first few slides about the few rules and regulation changes. New changeable aero front wing mechanism, Mgu-k development, bla bla bla. Lance loses the thread pretty soon, especially when he is transfixed by the way Fernando moves his hands as he explains everything. The older man exudes confidence as if he’d been Team Principal for years. He answers questions with ease, not once looking unsure of his answer and inviting others more knowledgeable in specific aspects to share more. As teammates, Lance has never once heard Fernando talk about the car parts in such detail, it was as if he’d suddenly gotten 3 engineering degrees in a couple of months. Lance never thought the explanation of how piston positioning affects the motor efficiency would make him hot under the collar but the smooth Spanish accent that came along with it seals the deal.

Eventually, they move on to the less technical aspects of the seasons. Which tracks would suit the car, how the competition is looking, and what they need to develop. And most importantly, how they are going to win. Fernando hasn’t looked at Lance once this entire meeting but when he mentions the possibility of another world championship, he crosses his gaze and winks. Lance feels a blush come on his cheeks as he looks back down to his notebook, covered in nonsensical scribbles.

The presentation is over, and Fernando opens the floor for more questions. It’s at this point Lance actually notices his new teammate Felipe Drugovich has been here the whole time. The Brazilian peppers questions at Fernando, about the car handling, the sim work, changes to the steering wheel, all things Lance should have thought of as well. Instead, Lance sinks deeper in his seat as he watches Fernando smile at Felipe, reminding him he’d be here for advice and support throughout the season.

At long last, Lawrence declares the meeting over and ushers everyone back to work. Lance gets up slowly, his body having relaxed a bit too much into his seat. As he is about to leave the room, he feels a hand around his bicep.

“Lance, stay a bit? I want to talk to you.”

Lants. The way Fernando says his name never fails to get to him. He stills and watches everyone else filter out of the room. Once alone, he turns around to face his…boss. The grip on his arm hasn’t left as it burns through the fabric of his shirt.

“Thank you, Lance. I just wanted to check in, and make sure you are ok?”

Lance gives him a flat smile.

“Yep. Totally fine.”

Fernando sighs and chews on his lip.

“Are you sure? It seems today you were…distracted. Didn’t ask any questions, was very quiet.”

“I’ve been driving for a while. I know how it goes, I just didn’t have anything to say.”

The hand resting on his arm squeezes a little tighter.

“Of course, I know. But if we are going to make you world champion…you need to fight for it too. Drugovich is not strong enough for it, you are the only hope.”

Lance rolls his eyes and tears his arm from Fernando’s grip.

“Yeah because that’s what it’s all about. Making a champion. You don’t care about me, you only want to keep your job. Build your legacy.”

Fernando furrows his brows at the younger man before taking a step closer into his space.

“That is not true Lance. I care a lot about you. More than I should. But there are things to do, for the team. Lawrence wants the team to stay on top and I’m going to do everything to make it happen but I cannot do this without you.”

Lance swallows, looking down at Fernando’s face. It looked truthful, pleading. No matter how stubborn he can be, there is no refusing the older man’s soft gaze. The young driver sighs and chews on the inside of his cheek. He wants to believe Fernando, but there is such uncertainty that lies ahead. The other teams are no longer playing catch up, articles about their ongoing car development are released every day. Lance will be competing against drivers with over ten times more winning experience than he has. It’s become impossible to feel any kind of hope. A year ago, he would have shared his thoughts freely with Fernando, the older man probably pulling him into his chest as he listened, but that comfort could no longer happen. At least that is what he convinced himself.

“I’ll try my best Fernando.”

The Spaniard smiles and places a hand on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles. Lance closes his eyes at the soft touch.

“That is all I ask. I will handle the rest.”

Fernando’s other hand comes to grasp the dip in Lance’s waist, the place that never fails to make the younger man melt, a soft sound makes its way out of his throat. Fernando seems to immediately regret his action as he pulls away completely. He brings his hands to his face and turns away.

“Joder. Sorry, Lance. I…I shouldn’t have. Please have a good rest of your day.”

Lance’s pout comes back onto his face as he opens the door and steps out of the room. Was this how it would be? Is Fernando restraining his touches towards him? The uncomfortable knot in Lance’s stomach was only going to get worse over the season if it continued like this. He feels pathetic, but he needs the older man’s touch.

Anger takes over his senses as he starts down the hallway. It’s not fair. Fernando was the only reason he’d pulled through last year, how will he do it this year?

He only makes it a few paces down the hall before Felipe lifts off a wall to trail next to him.

“Hey Lance! What did Fernando want with you? Anything important?”

Lance sighs and starts to walk a little faster.

“None of your business.”

Felipe’s face falls and Lance feels a little bad and slows his pace.

“Look Felipe, this season is going to be a bitch. Last year was a fluke, we were lucky to get our car working within the new regulations, but the others will have caught up now. It means every man to himself.”

Felipe frowns his eyebrows. The rookie has waited years for his chance to finally come, probably idolizing the whole experience but Lance is never one to make false pretenses for anyone.

“Isn’t that why we should work together? If all the teams have a fighting chance, we can maximize points by sticking together and helping each other out, no?”

“Maybe in a regular season. But no matter what Fernando and others have been telling you, we aren’t going to have the best car. And we aren’t the best drivers. So don’t keep your hopes too high, you’ll only be disappointed.”

With that, Lance picks up his pace once again, leaving his teammate stunned to silence.

He makes his way to the sim room, his first scheduled session of the season only moments away. The engineers catch him up on a few changes, mostly to the steering wheel configuration and movable aero developments. Today isn’t about performance but getting a real feel for the car, which Lance appreciates. The snug seat that squeezes his sides is a welcomed comfort as well. The lights turn off, and he is left alone in the dark room, illuminated only by the screen in front of him. Lance feels like he can finally breathe easily for the first time all day.

The laps start off slow, the car is still quite unstable and needs to be adjusted after every lap. The low drone of the engineers going through the fixes continues to relax Lance’s mind, the familiarity comforting. He gives a bit of feedback here and there but most of the work has to be done behind the controls. Finally, the car starts to respond better to his inputs, the cornering much smoother than before. Lance starts to push a bit harder, breaking late, changing the racing line, switching gears more aggressively, and unfortunately, the result is quite mediocre. The engineers remind him this is only the first day, that it will get better but Lance can’t help but feel a bit frustrated. By lap 124, his pace has barely improved, despite increased power. The car is too twitchy, registering slight accelerations as slamming the pedal to the floor, causing it to spin out wildly. The brake has the complete opposite problem, Lance has to use the force of both of his feet in the high braking zones, throwing off his rhythm. The team scrambles to understand the issues but nothing is working. The communication that was a comfort just a few hours ago is now nagging and annoying to Lance’s ear. He responds in short, angered phrases, unwilling to stop and regroup. His hands squeeze the wheel too hard, causing cramps in his hand but when offered a break, he only restarts the simulation. Everyone on the line is trying to get him to stop. They weren’t making any progress and tiring himself out for no reason wasn’t going to help. Lance ignored their words, eyes fixed on the screen in front. Suddenly the chatter stops.

“Lance, please stop. Come out of the simulator.”

The tires screech as Lance finds himself in the wall. His heart is pounding, his throat feels dry. How long had he been here? His legs shake as he pulls himself out of the seat. The light switches back on dimly and he turns towards the control center. Fernando holds a headset to his ear, his face etched in concern. Lance gives him a half-hearted thumbs up before walking out.

Fernando isn’t in the control room anymore by the time he gets there. They pull up a chair for him and start going through the data. The engineers’ discomfort is obvious, speaking slowly and hesitantly to Lance. The data is just as discouraging, showing no consistency and a lack of reliable speed on the straights. They promise Lance that this won't be reflected in the actual car but he can tell how unsure they all seem. Eventually, Jessica arrives to do some of her own sim work so he has an excuse to slip away. He passes by medical for a quick health check-up and the tailors take the opportunity to measure him for the new suit as well.

After all is done, he walks out into the cool evening, burying his nose into his scarf as he takes in some fresh air. His phone pings in his pocket, so he reaches for it. Fernando’s name floats at the top.

“I hope you are taking good care of yourself, Lance.”

Lance shuts off his phone and enters the black car that pulls up for him.

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astonmartinf1: First day back at the factory for everyone! Lance and Felipe are getting ready for testing in a few weeks time! 👏👏

Inspiring words from our team principal Fernando Alonso:

2027 is going to be an interesting season. All the work we have put in as a team will pay off as long as we continue to work together and push forward. We keep moving!

Any bold predictions for this year?👀 Leave them in the comments👇

Nandolol: omggg everyone looks great😁😁

Racinggod24: lol they really think they can win with Stroll 💀💀 what a joke

fernandoalo_oficial: Go team!

F1_forlife: Fernando as team principal is either the best or worse decision ever made 🤣

felipedrugovich: Can’t wait to hit the track 🙌

Toofast: please make a fast car 🙏

Mclaurence: no chance against the Papaya team ✴️✴️

Redrarri: Leclerc WDC even Antonelli clears Stroll and Drugovich 🤭

Aston_Ace: WOOO MY CHAMPIONS

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Red Bull Racing, Ready to be back!

……After a two year absence, the Milton Keynes based team is ready to come back and fight for wins! Their development has been on-going throughout their ban (for cost-cap infringement) and the team feels confident in their ability to pick up where they left off!

However, their line up is quite different, Verstappen signing onto Ferrari in 2026, RedBull have had to look elsewhere for their drivers. Thankfully, a trove of drivers were available for their picking, settling on signing Yuki Tsunoda alongside Liam Lawson…..

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Ollie Bearman resigns for Haas

….. “the truth is, most of the big teams don’t have any seats open. Haas has made great strides these past few years so I am happy to stay with them for now and see what we can accomplish. Who knows what the future holds.”

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Mercedes’ Andrea Kimi Antonelli expresses concern over new FIA rules

….. Controversially, the FIA has ruled that teams must disclose their development details more publicly, in hopes to tighten competition. However, this likely means development over the year will be lessened, as teams will prefer to keep big discoveries for future seasons. Antonelli worries this will cause boring racing, cars being unable to gain dominance over others.

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Hope we like it so far :)

I will be switching “perspectives” every other part or so (still in 3rd person but getting the inner thoughts of one if that makes sense)

I can also make a full “grid reveal” for this story if people are interested

Sorry this took ages to come out 😅😅

#f1 #formulaone #fanfic #strollonso #fernando alonso #lance stroll #ls18 #fa14 #legacy au

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bakersimmer · 5 months

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Thanks for tagging me @bloomingkyras @simmenycricket @zosa95 @smulie @natolesims

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

What uncommon/common fear do they have? - He has a thing with thunder. Loneliness isn't his thing either.

Do they have any pet peeves? - People who chew loudly.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? - Headphones, phone charger, a glass or bottle of water.

What do they notice first in a person? - Body language.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? - 8

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? - As long as it doesn't involve dealing with his feelings and emotions, he's a fighter.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? - He has Tilly, two sisters, a lot of cousins, and two goddaughters. Family is important to him.

What animal represents them best? - Wolf.

What is a smell that they dislike? - Old house smell. Musty and moldy.

Have they broken any bones? - Name a bone he hasn't broken.

How would a stranger likely describe them? - Confident. Professional.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? - Morning bird.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? - He hates paprika. He loves spearmint.

Do they have any hobbies? - Running, hiking, snowboarding. He also likes all sorts of brain teasers/puzzles.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? - He would put on a good face, but he doesn't really care for surprises.

Do they like to wear jewelry? - He likes fancy watches, but he mostly wears the smart one.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? - It's small and quite neat, but his S looks like 8.

What are two emotions they feel the most? - Content or angry.

Do they have a favorite fabric? - Cotton.

What kind of accent do they have? - He doesn't have an accent.

Consider yourself tagged if you’re reading this.

#oc tag #tag game #MartinsESC #Martin Archer

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peonierose · 9 months

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Hello, it is I... Your Secret Santa 🎄✨️🦄🩷

And I brought a gift for you. More like many little presents. Thanking @choicesfandomappreciation for hosting this heartwarming holiday event. Have a wonderful and jolly time

Luna Auclair & Bryce Lahela icons:

Created by ladylamrian

Fluff fanfic: Among presents (F!MC×Bryce)

Words: 410 | General | Fluff | Holiday

"What is going on, Bryce?!", the blindfolded Luna asked him as he led her into the Graveyard Shift.

"It’s a surprise, Lunes! Your Christmas present tonight.", Bryce whispered into her ear.

When they stopped, he carefully removed the blindfold infront of Luna’s eyes. Her blue eyes adjusting the light infront of her.

A beautifully decorated Christmas tree was standing in the middle of their living room and several presents were lying under it.

"So many presents?"

"Correctly noticed. And they're all for you. Every single one of them."

"But you didn't had to. One would have been enough.", her blue eyes met his warm gaze.

"I know, but... Uhhh, I couldn't decide which one, so I got you all.", he answered which made her laugh. Bryce Lahela was the most sweetest and kind person ever. He would do anything for her. His love.

Excitedly Luna Auclair sat on the floor and began to open her several Christmas presents one by one like a happy, little child. New shoes, a pair of flamingo sunglasses, an umbrella, headphones and even more...

"Ahhhhh, Bryce. So many presents and there are more than 15 presents which still need to be opened.", she squeaked while admiring the 5th Christmas gift which was a brand new snowboard.

"Glad you love them, Lunes. I hope you don't forget to give my Christmas present.", he reminded her.

Luna mischevously grinned at him, asked him to wait in the livingroom as she left in her bedroom. After a few minutes, she returned back to her boyfriend while wearing a hot olive-green dress. Her favorite color which sparked with positivity and good vibes only. A big red bows elegantly wrapped around her body, like the ones around Christmas presents.

"What's that, Lunes?", he couldn't hide his smile.

"Oh Bryce... Don't you understand? I'm your Christmas present.", she answered in a seducive tone and winked.

"Oh, ho-ho-ho... I love it!!! Can't wait to open it. Best present ever, Lunes.", he moved closer and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks Bryce, love you too. And I'm sorry. You bought so many presents for me... It feels like my Christmas present is nothing."

"Oh, no no no... I love it!!! I find your present the best of all, Luna. I just couldn't decide which one to buy for you, so I took them all.", he confessed which made Luna laugh.

"Love you Bryce."

"Love you too, Lunes. My Looney."

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for the Choices Holidays Event (Prompts: Christmas, Holiday, Gifts, Christmas Tree)

🤭 Bryce also got a Luna Auclair Barbie doll for Luna as a gift

@ladylamrian Are you for real? This is AMAZING, this is pinktastic 🩷🩷🩷🩷 The story, the edits 😭 This is way more than I hoped for and I just can’t even tell you how much this means to me 🥹

Also the fact that Luna turned the tables and said how she’s Bryce’s present? I love that 😻 The flamingo glasses? That’s exactly something Bryce would gift to Luna, I love that so much 🩷

And the Barbie doll? Oh my gosh that is amazing I love that idea 🩷🩷🩷🩷

I can totally understand Bryce being indecisive when it comes to presents and what to buy, so better safe than sorry so just buy a couple more 🤗🥰

You making this gift for me, means more to me than I can say. I will always treasure it 🩷

Thank you for being my friend and for supporting not only me but so many others. This fandom wouldn’t be the same without you. Thank you so so much for this gift it means the world to me 🩷🩷🩷🩷

I can’t stop staring at the edits and everything you made for me. Happy holidays and thank you for making mine even better with your wonderful gift 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#secret santa #ladylamrian #beautiful gift #pink world #thank you so much #🩷🩷🩷🩷

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seisho99 · 10 months

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in case you are curious: denver is a city in the US state of colorado. it's colorado's state capital. colorado is known for its legalization of weed and mountains. colorado is in the rocky mountains range, which extends from canada down to southwest USA. colorado has a big winter sports industry, like skiing, snowboarding, and apparently sledding. like you can pay money to sled thru little race tracks. it's fun! colorado's really pretty. denver is kinda in the center of colorado iirc and is a pretty progressive city. idk why the other person hated it, but i'm not entirely surprised or even disagree with them. denver is so fucking white. there's so many white people there and it's only white people there. the only poc i saw were the owners of a local mexican restaurant. i stayed there for like a week. anyone with a complexion tanner than a roll of toilet paper? nada. nilch. zero. white ass cringe city with a confusing airport. like you put the energy of cis white queer into a city. it feels cursed. i feel unsafe there, not because of crime, because someone with a coffee that costs more than my fucking headphones will come up to me in public and tell me how #brave i am for being openly transgender in public (by having boobs but appearing otherwise masculine) and that they love transgender people so much and it's so inspiring how i haven't killed myself yet. and then you ask them how they feel about homeless people and their eyes roll to the back of their heads and they start frothing at the mouth and screeching about how they should all be systemically killed for meat because that's more ethical than slaughtering cows

JESUS CHRIST . THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE DENVER FACTS I WILL NEVER GO THERE IF POSSIBLE ?

#asks #wyatt

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digital-chance · 1 year

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— lucian the main character of scars of duty tag: #oc: lucian

quick.

name: lucian thaddeus vulcot

nickname: luc (by everyone close to him) and lucy (by theo)

superhero name: (i haven't decided yet)

pronouns: he/they/ze

dob: april 21st

sexuality: pansexual

ethnicity: alien

occupation: part time hero, part time bookshop clerk

bio.

lucian is a hero recently hired by the league. he doesn't have a lot of fame, nor does he have a lot of money. he has copious amounts of bravery and courage and is dangerously reckless sometimes. the league considers him to be their golden boy. others describe him as passionate, positive, reliable, and stubborn while he self-describes as inadequate and impulsive.

appearance.

height: 6’1” / 185cm

build/physique: highly muscular, when not flexing appears to others as a large man

weight: 250lbs / 113kg

hair: shaggy bleach blonde

eye: gold, round upturned eyes with dark brown lashes [see below]

clothing style: grunge, fairy grunge, y2k grunge [outfit ideas below]

likes.

cats and pandas. highly sweetened coffees with whipped cream and sprinkles. punk, rock, and indie bands. getting groceries. fruits. mom & pop restaurants. hiking & traveling.

dislikes.

elevators. media swarms. black coffee. business meetings. turkey sandwiches. living up to the expectations of others. abandonment.

hobbies.

snowboarding, bodybuilding, boxing, bass guitar, graffiti, hiking, parkour, clubbing, movies, exploring cities/visiting random places

has a master's degree in language and culture.

ambidextrous

picks up languages quickly

tends to lose things

very loyal to the point of being perceived as naive

avoids over the ear headphones

always gives hand-made gifts and hates gift cards (receiving & giving)

playlist.

make up your mind by florence + the machine let me down easy by gang of youths if you're gone by matchbox twenty i'm in love with you by the 1975 achilles come down by gang of youths skyfall by adele baby i'm yours by arctic monkeys bent by matchbox twenty about you by the 1975

< sod tag list (comment to be added: @scumpleforeskin , @ruinmegently >

#wip: scars of duty #wip: sod #oc: lucian #oc #oc intro #writing #character profile #character sheet #original character #own character #originalcharacter #novel #writersociety #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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smokee78 · 1 year

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#leafy #diary #save

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mariacallous · 2 years

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21-year-old Moscow native Savely Frolov started speaking out against Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine right after it was launched, and he continued condemning the war even after it brought him a misdemeanor charge and a 10-day prison sentence. Then, after Putin’s mobilization announcement in September, Frolov, like thousands of other Russians, tried to flee to Georgia through the Verkhny Lars border checkpoint. And that is where he disappeared. One month later, he became the first person in Russia to face conspiracy to commit treason charges for planning to “join the enemy.” Frolov is now facing up to 10 years in prison for his interest in the Freedom of Russia Legion, a unit of Russian soldiers fighting for Ukraine. Valeria Kirsanova, the editor-in-chief of the outlet Paper Kartuli, spoke to Frolov’s mother, his lawyer, and his best friend about his story. With permission, Meduza is publishing an abridged version of her article in English.

‘Scrambling to get out of Russia’

A photo on Instagram shows a curly-haired young man in a purple baseball cap and headphones sitting on a concrete barrier, the Caucasus mountains and a long line of traffic in the background. “Scrambling to get out of Russia, 5 km [about three miles] from the border,” read the caption. The picture, posted on September 29, is the most recent image shared on Savely Frolov’s account. It was taken a week after President Putin mobilized hundreds of thousands of people into the military, during Frolov’s first attempt to get out of Russia.

Frolov’s friend Malika Bakhtiarova was waiting for him in Tbilisi, and the two were in near-constant contact that day. “The Georgian border officers were filtering the crowd somewhat randomly,” she said. “[Savely] told them, honestly, that he had 20,000 rubles [about $290] with him, and they refused him. They said it wasn’t enough money,” said Bakhtiarova.

A month later, Frolov decided to try again: on October 30, he boarded a bus from Vladikavkaz to Tbilisi. At about 11:00 a.m., however, he wrote to Bakhtiarova that he was going to be searched by federal agents. Then he disappeared.

At 5:00 p.m., Bakhtiarova received a text from Frolov’s phone. The message said to send her location, supposedly so that Frolov could order a taxi to reach her. According to Bakhtiarova, however, the two had agreed in advance that she would meet him in her car, so the request didn’t make sense. She tried to call him, but he didn’t answer and stopped responding to messages.

The next day, Frolov called his parents to tell them he had been arrested for 15 days for disorderly conduct. He said he was alone in a Vladikavkaz prison cell, and that he wouldn’t be given his phone again until he was released.

Soon after, six Federal Security Service officers from North Ossetia showed up at Frolov’s registered place of residence in the Moscow region.

“Only our 14-year-old daughter was home,” Saveley Frolov’s mother, Ekaterina Frolova, told Paper Kartuli. “She called me, sobbing, ‘I’m scared!’ They wouldn’t even let her close the apartment. They just said, ‘Call your parents.’ Our neighbor is an 85-year-old man whom we take care of, and he came to the door and refused to let them in.”

According to Ekaterina, the officers were especially interested in her son’s outdoor gear, such as his snowboarding boots, his tent, and his sleeping bag.

‘There could be dozens of stories like this’

On November 14, when Savely Frolov was scheduled to be released, Ekaterina boarded a one-way flight to Vladikavkaz; she planned to buy two tickets back home after reuniting with her son. But minutes after Frolov left the prison, before he’d even seen his mother, he was arrested once again — this time for allegedly disobeying border agents. He was sentenced to another 15 days in prison. That sentence was followed by a third, this one for more “disorderly conduct.”

On December 2, state investigators opened a felony case against Frolov on treason charges. Prosecutors say he was “preparing to defect to the enemy.” It’s the first known case of its kind in Russia.

Vladimir Putin officially made “defecting to the enemy” tantamount to treason in July. The crime is punishable by anywhere from 12 to 20 years in prison. Investigators claim Savley Frolov planned to travel through Georgia to Turkey, then to Poland, and finally to Ukraine, where they say he intended to join the Freedom of Russia Legion. According to his lawyer Yevgeny Smirnov, however, Frolov had neither a ticket to Istanbul nor a Shengen visa, which he would have needed to go through Poland.

“This is an emerging trend,” said Yevgeny Smirnov. “The FSB’s border service ‘uncovered’ this crime by reading [Frolov’s] messages. And judging by how many phones they’ve looked through, especially during the first wave of mobilization, and how little it takes to open a criminal case, I think the number of stories like this could reach into the dozens. We don’t currently know the total number because many treason cases are not made public.”

‘A principled bonehead'

Savely Frolov, a longtime critic of the Putin regime, graduated from high school in Naro-Fominsk, a suburb of Moscow. After studying physical education in college, he started working as an escape-room actor and as a children’s fencing instructor. In the summer, he would travel to the Altai region to work as a yacht and kayak instructor at a charity camp for children with cerebral palsy.

“He’s the kind of older brother who won’t wipe your snot but who will teach you to make a fire and catch a fish,” said Bakhtiarova, who met him at the Altai camp. “The children just loved him. He knows how to support them without making them feel pitied.”

In Moscow, Bakhtiarova worked as a mural painter, and Frolov began helping her. On February 24, they started standing at a metro stop and distributing flyers urging people to write to their State Duma deputies and attend anti-war protests. Soon, they were both fined and given misdemeanor charges; later, Frolov was arrested for 10 days.

As fall drew near, the two friends concluded that their efforts were futile, Bakhtiarova said. She moved to Georgia, while Frolov stayed in Moscow to earn some more money.

In Tbilisi, Bakhtiarova organized a small fencing club for children; she and Frolov planned to turn it into a business in the future. For that reason, when he set out for Georgia himself, Frolov brought a fencing sword, a projector, a wooden shield, camouflage pants, and tactical boots in the trunk of his car. Investigators later cited the gear as evidence that he was planning to take up arms against Russian troops in Ukraine.

Bakhtiarova assumed Frolov would erase the words “Slava Ukraini” from his backpack before trying to cross the border. But when she learned that he hadn’t, she wasn’t surprised: “[He’s a] principled bonehead," she said.

‘They said he’d applied to join the legion’

In Vladikavkaz, Ekaterina Frolova has been granted two visits with her son. Savely told her that the officers “beat him, promised to rape him with a broom, and threatened his family” after he was arrested at the border, and that that’s why he agreed to give them access to his phone.

With no power and nobody to talk to in his cell, Savely told his mom, he’d lost count of the days and had even started burning his arms with cigarettes “just to feel something.” After talking to Ekaterina, though, Savely’s spirits rose again: “It was confirmation that he hadn’t been abandoned.”

From the time Savely was a baby, Ekaterina says, she taught him to fight for his beliefs, though she “didn’t think his beliefs would be so political.” At home, the two of them would frequently get into intense arguments over their conflicting views; Savely would tell his parents they were “old already and don’t understand anything, whereas he, his sister, and his brother would have to live in this Russia [for a long time].” Eventually, the family banned the topic of conversation altogether.

Savely usually visited his parents several times a month.

“When he spoke, he did so openly; he never hid anything. Sometime around the start of fall, he came over and casually mentioned that in June, he’d applied to join the legion. There’s some legion where they fight against the Russian authorities, but from the Ukrainian side,” said Ekaterina. “But nobody would take him. He wrote to them, ‘Two months have passed. Why haven’t I gotten an answer?’ They said, ‘Oh, we’ve had some technical issues.’ And that was the end of the correspondence.”

Ekaterina never saw the messages herself, but she doesn’t think Savely deleted them. Malika Bakhtiarova, meanwhile, says that she and Frolov only spoke offhandedly about whether or not the legion exists, and that he never mentioned wanting to join it.

Another friend of Frolov’s told the independent outlet The Insider that in late November, FSB officers came to his workplace and forced him to confess to “training activists” to go to Ukraine and fight with the Ukrainian Armed Forces, and that they read his messages with Frolov aloud.

“There were messages where we discussed the special military operation, and what [the officers] mostly latched onto was a half-joking message about planning to [join the war], to which I responded approvingly, going along with the joke,” said the friend. He said he’s confident that Savely Frolov was never really planning to join the Freedom of Russia Legion.

‘It’s just a circus’

Frolov is currently set to remain in remand prison in Vladikavkaz until February 11, 2023. He’s not allowed to communicate with his relatives. His lawyer, Yevgeny Smirnov, said that this is an illegal but common practice aimed at completely suppressing the will of a suspect. He also said that FSB officers have interrogated him repeatedly without a lawyer present.

According to Smirnov, the amount of time between a person’s arrest and their sentencing is usually about two years, so he’s advised Frolov’s family to “prepare themselves.”

Frolov himself asked his lawyer to tell Malika Bakhtiarova that he’s learned to stand on his hands, that he read The Witcher, and that the books by theoretical physicist Richard Feynman she sent him are “too complicated.”

“One time, he had run out of paper, so he wrote me a note on toilet paper that said, ‘Take this sheet, use it to wipe yourself, and remember me.’ The lawyer sent me a picture of it. Savely loves jokes like that,” said Bakhtiarova.

Ekaterina Frolova doesn’t understand why her son is being charged with treason if he willingly gave up his phone and didn’t try to hide anything. “The evidence of treason just isn’t there. Maybe he just wanted to check the [Freedom of Russia Legion] site,” she said.

Smirnov noted that Savely is being charged not with treason but with conspiracy to commit treason, a crime punishable by up to 10 years in prison. The lawyer noted that his defendant discussed the “legion” with his friend before the State Duma changed the law to equate “defecting to the enemy” with treason.

“Like a prayer, he constantly repeats, ‘Everything’s fine with me, don’t worry. Mom, why are you crying? This is just a big circus. Look, I’m laughing at it,’” said Ekaterina Frolova. “But me, I’m not laughing,” she adds. “I tell him, ‘Even if this is a circus, who does that make you? A spectator, a clown, the ringmaster, an acrobat, or an animal in a cage? And he has no answer, of course.”

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boston-babies · 2 years

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Merry Christmas guys! What did you all get this year?

I got a new necklace, a new handbag and some other little things I wanted😁-Dani

I got new headphones, a new patriots jersey and other little stocking stuffers-Brayden

I got a new laptop and a few first edition books that I’ve been wanting for a while😄-Brandon

I got a new snowboard, new gear to go with it and a new portable speaker-Ryan

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