#beyond the checkered flag

[katsu28]

welcome to miami

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: lando wins miami, and you're there to see it happen (2.1k)

a/n: had to crank this one out for lando's first win 🧡 i'm still buzzing with excitement and pride omg

You’d decided to fly out to Miami on a whim, really. 

The last race you’d gone to had been a whole ordeal for you. The airline had nearly lost your luggage, Lando’s request for your paddock pass hadn’t gone through in time so you had to sit outside for hours until things got sorted out, just a few of the many things that definitely weren’t great.

But all things aside, Lando had done great in the race and you were there to witness him in his element—something you’d always love to see.

With all the chaos that seemed to come with the Miami Grand Prix, Lando assured you he’d understand if you wanted to sit this one out. You really were planning to stay behind, honest to god. But when you’d wished him luck and kissed him goodbye before he left for Miami, something in you shifted. 

Something was telling you to go, to be there for him in the flesh, even though it could get crazy and it was definitely a little bit out of your comfort zone. But your love for your boyfriend spanned far and beyond, so you did it. 

The unfortunate thing about the last minute planning was that your flight landed at the same time the race began. Between the mad scramble to make your redeye and confirm things like your pass and credentials when you got to the track, you’d forgotten to actually tell Lando you were coming. 

By the time you’d touched down in Miami, it was far too late. You’d have to settle for surprising him afterwards. 

You arrived at the paddock a little over halfway through the race, collapsing into an armchair at McLaren hospitality with the biggest sigh known to man. Your neck ached, your feet were killing you, you were starving and it was too damn hot here in Miami.

Maybe you could go grab some food in a second, but right now you were so exhausted you wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d fallen asleep right there and then.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice drew you out of your stupor a while later, and you looked up to see Oscar’s girlfriend Lily staring back, a mix of confused and glad to see you. “Oh my god, you’re here! Lando said you weren't coming, he’s going to be so happy to see you!” 

“Yeah, it was a last minute thing, honestly. Lando doesn't even know I’m here.” 

“You must be on the edge of your seat right now.”

“Sorry?” 

 Lily nodded over your shoulder. “He’s winning. Lando’s leading the race, look.”

Suddenly you were wide awake, previous fatigue gone and forgotten as you spun around to look at one of the big screens showing the race. Lo and behold, there Lando was, holding steady at the front of the pack a good few seconds ahead of Max’s RedBull. 

“Holy shit.” You blinked a few times in disbelief, because maybe you were seeing things, but nothing changed. Lando was still P1 with only a handful of laps to go. “Holy shit!” 

“He’s gonna do it, Y/N. Lando’s gonna win.” Lily promised, squeezing your hand tightly. 

And she was right. 

The entire McLaren portion of the paddock erupted into deafening cheers the moment Lando sped past the waving checkered flag, you included. You were cheering so loud you felt your ears start to ring.

People were jumping around with each other left and right, folks you didn’t know hugging you and congratulating you on Lando’s win. It was odd, because you weren’t the one who’d won, it was your boyfriend, but you accepted the praise nonetheless. 

He’d done it. For the first time in his career, Lando had won. All the hard work, all the long days and sleepless nights, all the time and energy and training the entire team had put in to make a dream a reality had finally paid off. 

It felt like a sort of out-of-body experience for you, watching Lando throw himself across the barrier into his team, seeing him up on the top step of the podium with his first P1 trophy. Part of it didn’t feel real, but it was. 

You could hardly sit still while you waited for Lando and the rest of the team to return to the paddock. Of course he had to do a couple post-race interviews, the podium press conference, all that stuff, but you could stick it out. All would be worth it to see the look on his face when he saw that you were here instead of back home. 

It was only fitting that you heard them all coming before you saw them. Cheering, chanting, you even heard some singing going on, and then there he was. He was nothing but smiles all around as you watched him break away from the others and pull out his phone. 

It took everything you had in you not to yell out his name. Instead, you video called him with shaky hands, waiting eagerly for him to pick up. He answered immediately, his gleefully smiling face filling your screen. 

“Hi, I won!” He exclaimed, beaming so big and bright his eyes crinkled at the corners. “I won Miami!”

“I know! I’m so proud of you, Lan!” 

“I really wish you were here to see it, but it’s alright. Everything is so crazy here, I—” He stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced back down at his screen, bringing the phone so close to his face you could only see one of his eyes and the fading cut across his nose. 

“What’re you doing, bub?” You laughed, feigning cluelessness. 

“Where are you? It’s…” His nose scrunched adorably as he tried to calculate the time difference in his head. “Eleven at night back home, why is it bright out on your end?”

“Maybe I’m not at home.” You shrugged, angling your own phone towards the McLaren logo behind you casually. “Maybe I’m…”

“No. What the fuck? Are you—” He cut himself off a second time, squinting at his phone. It was funny, watching his head whip up both on your screen and from where you were standing, even funnier when he clocked you instantly and all but threw his phone off to the side as he broke out in a full on sprint towards you. “Holy fuck, you’re here! How—what—” Lando was so shocked he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t need to.

You let him all but tackle you around the waist, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life as he spun you around a few times. He was hot and sticky with champagne and smelled like sweat and gasoline, but you didn’t care. You were so beyond proud of him you couldn’t even put it into words. Not bursting into tears of pride was all you could do. 

It turned out you couldn’t even do that, because as soon as your feet touched the ground again and he pulled back to look at you with stars in his eyes, the tears started to gather in yours. 

“Oh my god, are you crying?” He laughed, big hands coming up to cup your face tenderly. His thumb swiped over your cheek, catching a lone tear that had managed to escape. “Don’t cry, woman, or else I’ll start crying again.” 

“Of course I’m crying, you dick!” You exclaimed, sniffling a few times in hopes of keeping the waterworks at bay. “I’m happy, I’m proud, I’m really fucking jet lagged right now, I don’t know what I’m doing!” 

“So this is why you weren’t answering my texts!” He exclaimed, holding you at arms length. Even that only lasted a fleeting moment before he was bringing you right back in for another bone-crushing hug. “I knew you weren’t ignoring me! Oscar was being a dickhead, he said I was being clingy.”

“I’m sorry, I was twenty thousand feet in the air at the time.” You gave a watery chuckle, tightening your arms around his neck. “I’m so, so fucking proud of you, baby. Never had a doubt in my mind that you’d be a Grand Prix winner one day. Kinda wish that day was one where I could’ve put on a cuter outfit, ‘cause I can already picture all the god awful photos of this moment right now, but whatever.” 

“Thank you. Thank you for standing by me, thank you for loving me—thank you for everything. I love you. I love you so much.” Lando said, lips pressed to the crown of your head. “I’m beyond fucking lucky to have you, darling. And you always look cute, what’re you even talking about?” 

“You may be a winner now but you’re still a god awful liar, Lando Norris.” 

“Shut up and c’mere,” He murmured, tugging you flush against him with a hand splayed across your back. Before you could say a word, he tilted your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger and he kissed you, finally.

It wasn’t a graceful kiss by any means, but it didn’t matter. He tasted sweet like champagne and victory as he kissed you with his whole soul, nearly knocking you backwards had he not been keeping you firmly in place. 

He pulled away far too early, but pressed one more, much shorter kiss to your lips before he gave you a not-so-subtle once over. Concern bloomed across his face, and instantly you readied yourself for the barrage of questions coming your way in three, two, one. 

“How was your flight? Are you tired? I still can’t believe you forgot to tell me you were coming. Do you want to head to the hotel? I think I've got some more media stuff to do, but I can send for a car to take you back now and I’ll meet you later?” 

“I’m fine, you muppet! Stop fussing over me.” You griped playfully, nudging him with your elbow. “Do what you have to do, I’ll wait here for you.” 

Lando tutted, pressing close to murmur into your ear, breath hot. “What I want to do and what I have to do are two very different things. One involves you, and I can’t do it with all these people around, but—” 

“Lando.” 

“What?” He pouted. You reached up to tug at his earlobe, to which he huffed out a sigh. “Fine. We’ll discuss it later then. I was actually supposed to fly home tonight to get back to you, if you wanted to know.” 

“Really?” Warmth bloomed in your chest at his words. He could’ve done anything he wanted the night following the race, but he’d booked a flight to go home to you. 

“Of course. No matter what the outcome could’ve been, I wanted to see you.” He replied, smiling warmly at you. You turned your head towards him, puckering your lips for a kiss that he happily planted on you. “But since you’re here and not thousands of miles away…how ‘bout we celebrate? Dinner out, maybe go clubbing? Miami’s got a killer party scene, I’ve heard. Unless you’re tired from your flight, we could always just stay in.” 

“My winner wants to go clubbing, then we go clubbing.” You said firmly. Good thing you’d thrown that dress Lando loved on you into your bag, just in case. (Though you suspected he wouldn't have minded buying you a brand new one if you asked.) 

“Your winner, huh?” Lando beamed. “I like the sound of that.” 

“Formula 1 winner Lando Norris takes on Miami! To the clubs we go!” 

-------

“We shouldn't have gone clubbing.” 

You glanced up from where your face had been buried in Lando’s shoulder since the plane had taken off, squinting at your boyfriend through bleary eyes. Even the dim light of the cabin was almost too much for the throbbing in your head, making you wince. “Huh?” 

“Last night. We should’ve just ordered takeaway. Watched a movie or something.” 

“You wanted to go out though?” 

He let out a pained groan, shifting in his seat gingerly. “Yeah, and look where that got me.” 

“What’re you even—oh.” You blinked a few times, and when your vision cleared, you saw it. A ugly looking bruise right above his eyebrow, darkening the surrounding skin. “Did you get that last night?” Lando nodded, prodding at the area gently before you had the sense to swat his hand away. “Stop touching it. I don’t even remember how you did that. I don’t really remember a lot of last night, really.” 

“Me neither.” He snuggled deeper into you, letting his cheek fall against the top of your head comfortably. “Next time I suggest something, tell me I’m being stupid.” 

“I love you even when you suggest stupid things.” 

Lando scowled, but not for long until it morphed into a wince. “I’m too hungover to even argue with that right now. I love you too.” 

“Lando Norris, Grand Prix winner, parties so hard he doesn’t know how he injured himself. Nice.” 

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” 

You dotted a kiss to his cheek, smiling bright as you could manage. “No. Do you want me to stop calling you that?” 

“...No.”

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[starkwlkr]

boys on the radio | mark webber

can’t get over his joke about the french kiss vs an australian kiss

There was three specific times when Mark heard your voice on the radio. He remembers them exactly.

German Grand Prix 2009

The first Mark heard your voice on the radio was after he won his first Grand Prix. He was beyond happy. Before the race, you had told him you were still going to be proud of him no matter what. He did promise you he was going to win and he delivered.

His race engineer had told him through the radio how good of a job he did, but then he heard him mention his girlfriend’s name.

“Mark! You did so well! That was incredible! I love you so much, I love you.”

He melted as you spoke. This win was for you.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, love. You make me so fucking happy. One day, I’ll marry you.”

Your relationship was just a year long, but he knew that you and him were soulmates. It was true.

On the other side of the radio, you blushed. This was the first time Mark had mentioned marriage to you. You weren’t opposed to the idea, in fact being married to Mark sounded like a dream. Hearing it from him gave you butterflies, as corny as that sounded.

“I love you, always.” You heared Mark say one last time.

Malaysia Grand Prix 2013

The second time Mark heard your voice on the radio was in 2013. It was your first race attending as a married couple since Mark kept his promise of marrying you. It was supposed to be a happy day. You watched as the teammates battle each other on the track. It was definitely a hard watch. You knew Mark would rant about it later on. Sebastian had ignored team orders and that was all anyone could talk about.

The checkered flag was waved, Sebastian taking the victory. You could already hear Mark telling you how frustrating it was.

“P2, Mark, P2.”

“Put her on now.” He demanded. His race engineer immediately knew who Mark was referring to.

“You did great, Mark. It’s okay.” You said, but no amount of words could make him less bothered.

“I did a shit job.”

“You could never. I’ll wait for you, alright? I love you so so much, okay? Don’t bring yourself down.”

After talking with him, you were accompanied by Mark’s dad to watch the podium ceremony. Mark watched you from his place and gave you a smile, even if he didn’t win. You blew his a kiss and mumbled an ‘I love you’.

After the ceremony and a quick ‘chat’ with Sebastian and the team, you and your husband were on your way to Greece for a much needed last minute vacation. It was Mark’s idea anyway, he knew how much you wanted to visit Greece and you knew that he needed a break so it was perfect.

Sao Paulo Grand Prix 2013

The third time Mark heard your voice on the radio was after his last race in F1. He came in second as Sebastian took home another victory.

“I think I’m about to cry.” You said to Mark. “Are you crying?”

“I’m out here sobbing actually.” He joked. “Thank you for sticking with me. I love you, darling.”

“Well you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“I’ll see you at home, honey.”

“Can’t wait, handsome.”

[pitinthelanepages]

beyond the checkered flag

summary: you are an engineer who joined red bull racing team and was tasked with working on max verstappen's car. adding to the pressure, max was sceptical of your skills. will you be able to handle the pressure or crumble under it?

pairing: max verstappen x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: nothing inappropriate, drama, fluff!

Your car pulled into the factory's parking lot, and you couldn't help but feel your heart racing against your chest, pounding in your ears, your hands were clammy. This was your first day at the new job, and you were determined to make a good impression on the team. As you stepped out of the car, you took a deep breath to calm your racing heart a bit and made your way towards the entrance of the factory.

Inside, you were greeted by the team's head, who introduced you to the rest of the team. You were shocked to be welcomed with smiles and handshakes, and couldn't help but feel relieved. They were like a friendly and welcoming group.

As they walked through the factory floor of Red bull, you had not failed to notice the state of disarray. The machines weren’t in the best condition, and the workstations were cluttered with tools and parts. You could tell that the team was struggling to keep up with the demands of the factory. They needed a change, desperately and you’re here for that. 

Your eagerness to help the team turn around their performance grew stronger with each passing moment. You certainly knew that you had a lot of work ahead, but you were determined to make a difference. As you reached the meeting room with the team, you took a deep breath and prepared to share your ideas with the team.

The team gathered around the conference table, looking up as you walked in. You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you, the racing heartbeat pounding in your ears once again but you reminded yourself of why you were here. You had an idea that could help turn the team's performance around, and it was time to share it.

You took a seat at the table and opened your notebook, your hands shaking ever so slightly. "Thank you for having me here today," you began. "I know that the team has been struggling to keep up with the demands of the factory, and I think I have an idea that could help."

The room soon fell silent as you began to outline your proposal. You explained how the team could streamline their production process by introducing new equipment, and how it could lead to increased efficiency and reduced costs. You shared data and statistics to back up your idea, and you spoke with confidence and passion.

As you spoke, you could see the team members nodding their heads in agreement. They asked questions and offered feedback, and you could feel the energy in the room shift from scepticism to enthusiasm. By the time you finished, the team was buzzing with excitement.

As they left the meeting room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. You had made a good impression, and you knew that your idea could make a real difference for the team.

You stood in the garage, your eyes fixed on the sleek, black race car that sat before you. This was your first day working with the team, and you have been assigned to work on Max Verstappen's car. You couldn't help but feel excited and nervous at the same time. You have been dreaming of this moment your entire life and now you have finally gotten the opportunity to prove your worth, live your dream.

As you approached the car, Max emerged from the pit, wiping his hands on a rag. "You must be YN," he said, eyeing you up and down. "I hope you know what you're doing."

You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest and confidence wavering at Max's dismissive tone. "I do," you said, trying to sound confident. "I've worked on plenty of cars before."

Max snorted. "Yeah, right. Like you've ever worked on a car like this before. Don't get in my way."

You felt a lump form in your throat as Max walked away, his tone dismissive and condescending. You knew you had to prove yourself, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were over your head.

You took a deep breath and got to work, determined to show Max what you were capable of. 

As you worked on the Formula 1 car for the first time, your movements were careful and precise, with an efficiency that could be mistaken to be born of long practice. With a practised hand, you checked each bolt and wire, making sure that every connection was secure and every component was in its proper place. Your attention to details were relentless, as you double-checked each section of the car to ensure that it was race-ready. Despite the pressure of the upcoming race, you worked with a cool and confident focus, your mind solely focused on the task at hand. In the end, your dedication and hard work paid off, as the car was expertly prepared and ready for the track.

The Formula 1 car sat poised and ready on the track for its first practice, engine humming with power and potential. As it roared down the track, it moved with a newfound grace that had been absent before. Max could already feel the difference in every turn and every straightaway, as the car responded with precision and agility. It was clear that changes were made under your supervision that led to the improvement. 

As for the second practice, it was clear that the car had grown even stronger and more agile  on the straights since the first. The improvements made by the team and especially you, were evident in every curve. Max's hands and feet responded intuitively to the car's every movement, and he felt confident and in control. It was clear that you and the team had not rested after the first practice, but had continued to push the car to new heights. As the session ended, the car came to a halt, gleaming under the bright lights of the track.

Max had initially been dismissive of you, seeing you as just another rookie trying to make her mark in the high-stakes world of Formula 1 racing.

But as he watched you work, he began to see something different in you. You were meticulous and detail-oriented, always striving to make the car better, even when it seemed like there was no more room for improvement. Your passion for engineering was infectious, and Max found himself drawn to her enthusiasm and dedication.

As you two worked together more closely, Max began to realise that there was something more to his feelings for you. He found himself thinking about you more and more, even when you two were not working on the car. Your smile, your laugh, and your fierce determination to succeed all made his heart skip a beat.

At first, Max was hesitant to act on his feelings. He knew that getting involved with a colleague could be complicated, and he didn't want to risk jeopardising your working relationship. But as you spent more time together, he found that he couldn't resist the growing attraction between you both.

One day, as you both were discussing a particularly tricky problem with the car, Max looked up at you and saw you in a different light. He saw you not just as a colleague, but as a woman who had captured his heart. The realisation hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he knew that he had to tell you how he felt.

As he mustered the courage to confess his feelings to you, Max's heart raced with anticipation and nervousness. He knew that he was taking a risk, but he also knew that he couldn't keep his emotions bottled up any longer.

Max took a deep breath and looked at you, his heart racing. "YN, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

You turned to him, curious. "What is it, Max?"

"I...I've been thinking about you a lot lately," Max said, his eyes locked onto yours. "And not just as a colleague. I...I think I'm starting to have feelings for you."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and Max felt a wave of fear wash over him. What if you didn't feel the same way? What if he had just made a huge mistake?

But then you smiled, and Max felt his heart skip a beat. "Max, I can't believe you're saying this," you said, your voice soft. "Because I've been feeling the same way about you."

Max's eyes widened in disbelief. "You...you have?"

You nodded, still smiling. "Yes. I've been trying to ignore it, because I didn't want to make things complicated at work. But now that you've said something..."

Max felt a surge of relief wash over him. "So...what does this mean?"

You took Max's hand in yours. "It means that we can explore this, Max. It means that we can see where these feelings take us."

Max smiled, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "I would like that very much."

From that moment on, Max and your relationship grew stronger every day. You worked together seamlessly on the car, and your shared passion for racing only deepened your bond. 

As the days passed, the team's hard work and dedication began to pay off. Your meticulous attention to details and Max's leadership skills began to manifest on the track. The car was faster on the straights and more reliable than ever before, and the team was able to secure some points in the upcoming races: P8, P6, P5.

The crowds cheered as the car zoomed past the finish line, you and the team members jumping up and down with excitement. But despite the euphoria of these victories, there was a nagging feeling of frustration in you. The top teams were still out of reach, and you knew  that you had to keep pushing harder if you wanted to truly compete.

You gathered the team and poured over data and analysed every aspect of the car, trying to squeeze out every last bit of speed and performance. You along with the team experimented with new strategies and tactics, always searching for an edge. And while it continued to improve, the gap to the top teams seemed insurmountable.

Still, the team refused to give up and so did you. You all knew that success in racing was never easy, and that it took years of hard work and dedication to make it to the top. So you kept pushing, kept refining, always striving to be better. And as the seasons passed, you could feel yourselves getting closer and closer to their ultimate goal.

As the season wore on, your bond with Max only grew stronger. You worked hard to keep their relationship a secret from the rest of the team, knowing how much attention and scrutiny would come your way if your romance became public. But the more you tried to keep your feelings hidden, the more difficult it became to hide the intensity of your connection.

The stolen moments together became more frequent, your glances and gestures more intimate. You would exchange knowing smiles with each other and would find him looking for you at any chance he could get. You would meet him in secluded corners of the garage, share quick kisses in the paddock, run a hand through his hair while he rested his head on your lap and sneak off for romantic dinners whenever you had a chance. Not a lot of people knew but the personality Max had off track was a huge contrast to what he had on track. The Max Verstappen who was known for being aggressive on track was actually a shy boy whose cheeks would turn redder every time you complimented him, every time you randomly pecked him. He would often validation and pout when you refused to grant his request. He was still a child at heart.

However, despite your best efforts, you were eventually caught by one of the mechanics. You were caught in a tender embrace with Max, your arms wrapped around each other as you shared a private moment in the corner of the garage. The mechanic let out a surprised gasp, and you both quickly pulled away from each other, faces flushed with embarrassment.

For a moment, there was a tense silence in the air. Then the mechanic let out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned," he said. "I never would've guessed that you two were a couple. But I guess it makes sense, doesn't it?"

You and Max exchanged a nervous glance, unsure of what to say. But the mechanic just grinned and shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he said. "But you guys should be careful. You know how the press loves to dig up dirt on F1 drivers."

Unfortunately, the peace had to come to an end as Christian Horner had soon found out about it. He wasn’t too happy as he learned about the relationship between the two team members. He couldn't help but feel that such personal entanglements would only lead to complications and distractions from their professional duties. But as the days passed and the team's performance improved remarkably, he couldn't ignore the positive impact the relationship had on the team's morale and cohesion. Gradually, his hardened stance began to soften, and he contemplated the situation more thoughtfully.

After careful consideration, the team principal came to a realisation that he never thought possible. The relationship that he had once vehemently opposed had somehow brought the team closer together and heightened their collective passion for their work. With a newfound understanding, he made a decision that surprised even himself - he would allow the relationship to continue as long as it didn't interfere with their job. It was an unexpected and unprecedented move, but he knew it was the right one.

The roar of the engines filled the air as the final race of the season began. Dressed in your team uniform, you watched from the pit lane as Max, your boyfriend and driver, zoomed off to the start line. You felt a mix of excitement and nerves as you knew that this race could make or break everyone’s championship hopes.

As the race progressed, you returned to constantly monitoring Max's car from the pit wall, analysing every piece of data that came through on your computer. You could see that he was neck and neck with his main rival, each taking turns leading the pack. The tension in the air was palpable as they approached the final laps.

Suddenly, your heart sank as you saw Max's car start to slow down. You knew something was wrong, and your fears were confirmed when you heard Max's voice over the radio: his car had suffered a mechanical failure and he was forced to retire.

You felt your stomach drop as you realised that the championship dreams had been shattered. You rushed to the garage to meet Max as he climbed out of the car, his face etched with disappointment. But before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"I'm so proud of what we accomplished together," he said, his voice choking with emotion. "We gave it our all, and we fought until the very end. That's all that matters."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at Max, his passion and determination still shining through even in defeat. You knew that he was right, and that you both had given it your all. You leaned into him, finding comfort in his embrace, and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

As you two stood there, holding each other, the rest of the team gathered around, offering words of support and admiration for what you had accomplished together so far. Despite the disappointment of the moment, you felt a deep sense of pride and gratitude for everything you have achieved as a team. And you knew that, no matter what the future held, they would always be in it together.

[charles-leclerizz]

AISHA PATEL

"You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic."

AP77 🇮🇳

Nickname : Phataka [hindi : Firework]

Born : April 13 2002

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First and only child of Priya Patel & Arham Patel, both Indian born adults.

ESTP

Slytherin

Neutral Evil

Aries Sun , Leo Moon , Gemini Rising

[NOTE!: Thank you so so much to @witchthewriter for natal chart lessons, Hogwarts house, MBTI and the Moral alignment, links and in depth explanations. Made making this character sketch, so much fun!]

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VOGUE - Racing in Style: Aisha Patel's Fashion Journey

GQ - The Gentleman Racer: Aisha Patel's Grooming Tips

ESQUIRE - Beyond the Checkered Flag: Aisha Patel's Life Off the Track

HARPERS BAZAAR - Beauty Beyond Borders: Aisha Patel's Global Perspective

ELLE - Breaking Barriers: Aisha Patel's Impact on Motorsport

VANITY FAIR - Driven to Succeed: Aisha Patel's Philanthropic Vision

ROLLING STONE - The Soundtrack of Speed: Aisha Patel's Musical Influences

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TECH CRUNCH - Driving Innovation: Aisha Patel's Tech-Savvy Approach

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Introduction

Aisha Patel, born and raised in the United Kingdom to Indian immigrants, Priya and Arham has finally made it to the big leagues! Having nurtured an intense interest in racing and motorsport, often watching Formula One races with her family, her long-time dream is finally coming true.

Her parents, much like most Asians, tried to push their daughter into a more stable profession but soon relented as they watched her skill grow and her flame burn like an inferno.

When it came out that Porsche would be replacing the beloved Haas F1 team on the grid, she jumped at the chance, displaying her racing skills in F3 & F2 by dominating the podiums and impressing a talent scout who hand-picked her for the spot.

Aisha is an ambitious woman, determined and headstrong as she blazes through any blockages that may present themselves whilst consistently pushing herself to the limit both on and off of the track.

Her confidence is infectious as she holds her own candle, always perfecting her skillset whilst embarking on her travels to becoming the first South Asian woman to win a World Drivers Championship. Yet, she remains humble, remembering her roots and maintains a down-to-earth persona that embraces all of those around her.

Driving style

Aisha's driving style is ruthless and aggressive, she becomes a killer when on track as the adrenaline fills her up to her ears and all she can think of being first and staying first.

Although, the young driver has also proven herself to being one of the most calculated on the grid, maintaining her killer instincts whilst upholding an ice cold strategy, whether her race engineers like it or not. She can easily adapt to different tracks and wastes no time in becoming one with the tarmac beneath her wheels.

Yet, she still needs to mature her driving sense, sometimes some fights are not worth it and are not worth sacrificing a front wing for. Her predator like rivalries can sometimes leak over into post-race cool downs, and it has been observed, one too many times that she has been squaring up drivers who made, in her words, "A wrong fucking move, and cost [her] a podium." despite their seasoned years in the game, and her lack thereof.

Radio Snippets

[NOTE! : Graphic created by me [@charles-leclerizz]]

📍Australia, Melbourne

⎯ AP77 : “Guys, is it just me, or did I just see a kangaroo trying to overtake me? What's the strategy for dealing with wildlife on the track?”

📍Monaco, Monte Carlo

⎯ AP77 : “Can someone remind me which one is the gas pedal and which one is the brake? I feel like I'm playing Dance Dance Revolution with these hairpins.”

📍Canada, Montreal

⎯ AP77 : “These curves are more confusing than deciphering my ex's cryptic texts. Can we dial up some clarity with the next strategy update-”

📍Austria, Spielberg:

⎯ AP77 : “Yodeled my way through the last turn like a true Alpine pro. Can we add some lederhosen decals for good luck?”

📍Italy, Monza:

⎯ AP77 : “These curbs are bumpier than a rollercoaster. Can we add some extra suspension or a chiropractor on standby?”

📍Japan, Suzuka:

⎯ AP77 : “Think I found Godzilla's cousin on Turn 3. Can we arrange a family reunion after the race?”

📍USA, Austin:

⎯ AP77 : “Can we paint the car like a cowboy hat for the next race? Yeehaw vibes for extra speed.”

📍Brazil, Interlagos:

⎯ AP77 : “I may have mistaken the Senna S for a dance floor. Can we get some rhythm in the next set of turns?”

📍Mexico, Mexico City:

⎯ AP77 : “Trying to break the lap record to earn a lifetime supply of tacos. ”

📍Belgium, Spa-Francorchamps:

⎯ AP77 : “Eau Rouge, more like Eau Confusion with all these ups and downs. Can we add a rollercoaster warning sign for the next lap? ”

📍Netherlands, Zandvoort:

⎯ AP77 : “Feeling more like I'm dodging tulips than racing on a track. Can we add some windmills for the full Dutch experience? Over.”

honourary tags [for special pookies] : @disneyprincemuke, @weekendlusting, @woozarts, @mellowarcadefun.

[sainzfilm]

hello can you do a pierre gasly x driver!reader where they’re friends and always flirting but pierre does something that accidentally makes reader jealous so he makes it up to her? thank you ❤️

pairing: pierre gasly x driver!reader

a/n: i love the jealousy trope sm i want it to happen to me irl……but then again not all men are pierre gasly

ps. i nicknamed her ace :) just because i thought it’d be nice to make her the new star of ferrari and im making her a duo with carlos!

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“She’s won twice from provisional pole in Formula 1 and is going to win from pole again! To start the season off with celebrations from Ferrari, Y/N Y/L/N wins the Bahrain Grand Prix!”

Zooming past the checkered flag, you screamed through the radio as your race engineer congratulated you, “We fucking did it! Oh my god!”

Your race engineer chuckled as she clapped through the radio, “Fantastic race, ace! Well done, you coped brilliantly today.”

“It’s unbelievable,” You exhaled deeply as you threw your fist up in the air, “This won’t be the last time.”

The crowd cheered and screamed as you pulled yourself out and stood on top of the car, waving your home flag as you basked in the victory once again.

Making your way up to the podium alongside Lewis and Carlos, you grinned as you held the trophy up, spotting a familiar pair of blue eyes looking up at you with a smile.

It didn’t take long enough as you immediately went down to run up to Pierre as he wrapped you in a big hug, “Great job, ace. You proved that you’re worthy of your seat in Ferrari.”

“It was a tough one honestly,” You mumbled against his neck as you sighed and hugged him tighter, “You started off the season with points too!”

He laughed as he grabbed his cap from his head and placed it on yours, “Enough about me, darling. Wanna walk to the holding for post race interviews?”

“Of course,” You smiled as you bowed down and offered your hand, “Shall we go, monsieur Gasly?”

Pierre bowed down and grabbed your hand, “Always, mademoiselle Y/L/N.”

Laughing as you walked alongside each other, Pierre’s hand never failed to find home around your waist, which caused drivers and fans to always tease you about a possible blooming relationship with the Alpha Tauri driver.

“You wanna go out for a snack after? I discovered this new food park nearby,” You nudged his shoulder, “Just to have a mini celebration.”

Pierre frowned as he pulled his arm away and sighed, “Oh. Uh, I’m going out with a friend. She’d probably get upset if I cancelled so suddenly.”

Friend. She. Maybe you should’ve not assumed that what you had with Pierre was going somewhere beyond friendship.

“I see,” You nodded slowly as you forced a smile and took his cap off your head and gave it back to him, “I’ll go ahead. Have fun with…uh, your friend.”

Pierre frowned as he couldn’t say anything return from how quickly you left to attend to your post race interviews. He didn’t miss the way you forcibly smiled at him, even the way you emphasized the word ‘friend’.

Post race interviews were dragging – maybe it was because of Pierre. You should’ve been happier, you snatched the season’s first win. But, why was this bothering you so much?

Did you like Pierre? No, you couldn’t. This was the guy that you jokingly flirted with. That was all it was to him. It’s on yourself for falling for those antics.

“Ay, ace,” Carlos nudged your shoulder gently as you two rode up the elevator in the hotel, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been so…out of it since the post race interviews.”

You shook your head and ran a hand down your face, sighing in the process, “Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“You sure about that?” Carlos raised his eyebrow, “So that’s Gasly’s name now? Nothing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carlos,” You gritted through your teeth as you crossed you arms, “Who cares about him?”

Your Spanish teammate chuckled as he patted your shoulder and exited the elevator, “Sure, ace. Keep telling yourself that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Scoffing, you called out as he entered his hotel room, “He sucks! All you boys are the same!”

“Who sucks?”

You stopped in front of your door as you held onto your keycard tightly, “What are you doing here?”

Pierre sighed as he put his hands inside his pocket, “Uh…I just wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about,” You mumbled as you opened your hotel room, “It’s late now. You’re going to be late for your plans.”

“Ace, hold on,” Pierre grabbed your hand quickly, turning you around to face him, “Be honest with me. Did I do something to upset you?”

“I said, nothing,” You pulled your hand away from him and frowned, “I’m tired, Pierre. I want to go to sleep.”

Taking a deep breath, Pierre looked in your eyes, “I…cancelled my plans with her.”

“So? What do you want me to do about it?”

“I know that’s the reason why you’re upset,” He replied as he grabbed your hand once again, “She’s just a friend. Nothing more than that.”

You frowned as you looked at him, glancing at his hand holding yours, “Why does this concern me?”

“Because you’re not a friend to me,” He mumbled as he cleared his throat, “You’re more than that. I should’ve realized that sooner, ace.”

“Pierre…”

“I promise, I’m not lying,” He squeezed your hand as he gave you a small smile, “I want…I want to see where this goes.”

“You sure about it?” You looked up at him, voice feeling smaller than usual, “I don’t want to jump in something if you’re not all in.”

“I’m all in, ace,” He looked down at you, gently caressing your face, “Let me make it up to you. Day by day. I’ll prove myself.”

Huffing, you frowned as you rolled your eyes and hugged him tightly, “You better. I’ll make sure you’ll have a DNF next to your name in the next races of the season if you’re fooling around.”

Pierre chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, kissing the top of your head, “You still wanna go to that food park now?”

You tried to fight back a small smile as you looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, “Your treat?”

“Anything for you, ace.”

bonus scene!

“Ay, what’s taking her so long…” Carlos mumbled as he knocked louder on your hotel room, “Y/N! We’re about to leave now!”

As the door swung open, Carlos couldn’t believe who he saw in front of his eyes, having to blink a few times before he was certain.

“Huh? This isn’t your room?” Carlos raised his eyebrow as he paused for a moment and grinned, “I knew it.”

“She’s…uh almost ready,” Pierre smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry she woke up late. I took her out to the food park last night.”

“Sure, Pierre,” The Spaniard smirked as he patted his shoulder, “Just be sure to take good care of her. She’s like a little sister.”

Panting, you pulled your suitcase out of the room as you looked at the two drivers out in the hallway, “I’m ready?”

“Time to go, Gasly’s!” Carlos clapped as he grinned and ruffled up your hair, “Wait until Charles hears about this.”

“Damn it, Carlos! Come back here, don’t tell him yet!”

[aneunelpeunim07]

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Michael ❤️

Happy 55th birthday to the man who made me love Formula One (aka the reason why I am still drawn to 20 men driving around in weird circles);

the Red Baron,

Der Regenmeister,

my GOAT,

the one and only Michael Schumacher ✨

He is a part of many amazing childhood memories of mine — childhood weekends spent in front of the TV screen 20 years ago, watching him dominate almost every single race, regardless of the track and weather condition. I will always remember watching his red car, with the number 1 emblazoned on the front wing, obliterate his opponents and take the checkered flag; on the other hand, I will also remember (begrudgingly) the times he didn't finish races and how my brother cried seeing someone else on the podium.

I will always hold a special place for him in my heart, and I wish him all the best on his birthday and beyond.

Michael, you are simply the best. ✨

[gallilovesf1]

P3 Into You: Schatzi

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

MASTERLIST

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sub dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death, Mad Christian Horner!!

Author's Note: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! I had to finish all my school work since next week is my academic exam! A lot of time skipped events! Let's just pretend that Jonathan Horner is The 'second driver'.

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It's the final lap you watched the race on the small screen, seating beside your father, praying that nothing bad happens to your brother and Checo, that they will both be fine and finish the race on podium, your heart beats faster as the checkered flag waved on the racing field, Checo crossed the line first then your brother, and lewis in p3, you screamed in excitement opening the radio and congratulating Checo and your brother, you jumped as you look to your side to see the face of your father who's happy as well.

Redbull is been dominating F1 for almost 3 years now, double podium or not, you're grateful that the drivers are safe, that they get to score a points for the team, they get to stand on the podium wearing a Red Bull racing suit, spraying the champagne to each other and the other drivers, you've been grateful for the team, proud at Checo and your brother, always thanking the engineers and the mechanics that they always do the best for the drivers.

As soon as Checo and your brother parked their cars you hugged them both, tears ran down on your cheeks as you smiled at both of them, Checo noticed it, he chuckled and wiped the tears from your eyes, “We won!” he told you, smiling as he says, he hugged you tightly, you felt comfort whenever he hugs you, you thought for a second that the crowd go silent and the time went slow as the moment of you and Checo's been happening, you snapped out hearing your father calls out your brothers name, “I'm so proud of you, son.” He hugged your brother, you felt your heart ache as you saw it, your father, the team principal of Red Bull racing, has never been proud of you, Checo removes his helmet to get a better look of you as you admire the moment of your father and brother, he tapped your shoulder, “I'm proud of you, Y/N, you did great.” You smiled hearing him say those words.

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Your brother got called to stand on the podium as the crowd goes wild, you took a picture to remember the memory, as the crew of red bull goes wild, you smiled at your brother, giving him a subtle nod that he happily returns, you smiled as Lewis too, who's looking at toto, who's standing beside you, he smiled up at lewis, proud as always, then he looked down on you, smiling.

Few seconds later Checo's name got called too, you were beyond proud at him, seeing him achieve an another podium made your eyes welled up in tears the crowd goes wild again, you took a picture of him too, giving him a thumbs up, he's proud of himself too, and you know it, smiling and waving to the crowds, the Mexican anthem starts to play, crowd goes silent as they gave respect.

While you enjoyed the celebration you can't help but feel toto's gaze besides you, it's like he didn't care that one of his driver is on podium, he's just focusing on you, watching your movement, smiling as he saw you smiling too, sometimes he asked himself why do you got to be this fucking adorable.

The anthem stops as Checo, your brother and lewis immediately pick up the champagne bottle and start shaking it to spray to each other, laughing as you saw the three men have their fun as they spray it to the crowds. You filmed the whole thing, thinking that it'll be a great memory to keep.

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You met Checo and your brother in the garage taking pictures with the crew. You joined them, Checo's hands are wrapped on your shoulder, as your dad looks at you two, raising an eyebrow, but you didn't mind him. After the picture was taken you went to the Mercedes garage to congratulate your friend, lewis.

“Lewis—” you waved at him, your voice caught the attention of toto, who's talking to one of the engineers, “Y/N hey!” Lewis waved back at you, giving you his signature billion dollar smile, you hugged him, Patting his back, “You did great back there! P3 is good!” You encourage him, “Yeah, I wasn't expecting that your brother will be that good, He improved a lot, I'm proud of him-” he smiled, complimenting your brother which you will tell him later that he'll probably go nuts, “Congrats too, double podium again, huh?” He smiled, “I saw how you look at the two, you're so proud of them, specially with Checo-” he teased you, you chuckled at his words “Who wouldn't be proud- Checo improved a lot he proved to dad that he'll be great for this season, and he did.” You said as Lewis nodded, “But hey, you were amazing out there, Sir Lewis-” you teased him back, hearing your nickname for him made him blush a little.

The two of you exchange topics, laughing as you go, you felt someone's watching you, you thought it'll be toto, and fuck you're right. He's looking at you, arms crossed as he looks at you up and down, “Anyways I'll get going now love, congrats again, I'll see you whenever I see you, yeah?” Lewis says as the two of you did the handshake that you always do together, you smiled waving goodbye to him as you're about to leave when toto called your name, “Y/N–” he waved a little, “What's up?” You told him, smiling up at the man who's clearly towering over you, “Congratulations about the podium, did great.” You nodded, “Thank you.” You smiled, “So, have you thought about it, the dinner?” He chuckled at his own words, “Oh- right yeah, thank you for reminding me toto- so how's 8:00 pm sounds?” Toto looks at his watch seeing it's 5:38pm, “Yes, that'll be perfect, schatz, I'll send you the address- do you want me to pick you up instead?” You're about to say ‘yes’ as you remembered that checo offered a ride for your dinner with toto, “No, it's ok I'll have checo drive me there-” you smiled seeing him change his expression from happy to confused, but he didn't question your decision, he nodded “Right, that's good I'll see you later then, Schatzi.” He smiled down at you as he pats your shoulder.

‘Schatzi’ you repeated the words, you don't know what it means but it gave you butterflies, hearing his deep voice say that word made you blush too— you snapped away from your thoughts…

You left the Mercedes garage to go to your trailer to rest, you sat down resting your head on the backrest of the sofa when you heard a knock on the door, “Come in!” You said as the door swung open, you saw Checo holding a Chinese food, “Hey..I hope I'm not interrupting your alone time.” He said smiling as he sat down beside you, “It's fine, I could use a company.” you smiled, Checo chuckled, “I brought you some food—” he extended his arms to give the food to you, you smiled, “Awww, thank you Checo.” You smiled at him brightly.

Checo looked at you smiling while you were eating, he just sits there talking to you about the race, how he encountered some issues but gladly nothing bad happens to him, he also tells you that he's been thinking about you the whole race because he can't think of anything, “By the way…” you look at him, “My dinner with toto will be 8:00 pm, I hope that's ok? Because he offered me a ride but I told him that you'll be giving me a ride—” he cuts you off, “Oh.. that's good then-” he checks his watch, “it's 7:24, Luz solar- don't you think you should get ready?” he looks at you confused, “shit- yeah you're right—” you said standing up putting the food on the coffee table In Front of you, “Ok, I'll be back” you said as you went to the other room taking a quick shower, changing your clothes and putting a light makeup on.

While you get ready, Checo's been scrolling through his phone looking for a birthday present to give to you, your birthday is in next month, he already gave you a bunch of books most of the time, some painting materials that you told him you like, he could think of something, he tries to think of something that you would like, but there's nothing he could think of, then you open the door, checo wasn't aware that you're already done getting ready, he's resting his head on the backrest of the sofa, thinking of something…deep.

“Checo…?” You quietly whispered as you snapped your fingers to get his attention, checo looked at you confused, “Wha— I'm sorry I was thinking of something…” he said as he looks at your dress, you're wearing a wine red dress, his eyes widened, “What do you think?” You twirled around, “It's beautiful Y/N, really..I don't know what to say.. just, perfect.” He mumbled, you smiled “Ready to go?” you nodded as he stood up and smiled at you, You went out of your trailer as you saw your dad outside talking with toto and Fred, laughing at each other, toto noticed you his eyes trailed down on your dress while checo stared at him blankly, your father looks at toto who seemed focused on something, he looks at the direction where toto's been looking and he saw you, wearing a beautiful wine red dress with Checo on your side, who's still wearing Red Bull shirt on and some denim pants, “Y/N?” Your dad calls your name, you waved at him “Hey dad, I was just going—” you looked at toto when you said those words to give him a hint, “Excuse me, I've got an interview coming up, see you around.” Toto said as he pats Fred's shoulder and went to his office, soon enough Fred left too, leaving you, Checo, and your dad.

“Where are you two going?” Your dad asked, eyeing Checo, you're about to say something when Checo cuts you off, “We're going out for dinner, I told her that there's a good restaurant around.” Checo looks at you smiling, you sigh in relief, “And you're wearing that?” Your dad points and Checo's clothes, wearing his typical red bull polo shirt and denim pants, you chuckled, “he's gonna change clothes at the hotel.” You smiled at your dad, “Right, don't get home late, and Checo if something bad happens to her-” “Don't worry, I'll keep Y/N safe.” He cuts your dad off, as your dad nodded and the two of you left, both of you sighing in relief, “I'm sorry Checo– I wasn't expecting that…” both of you chuckled as you went to Checo's car going to the address that toto gave you.

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Meanwhile, toto was rushing himself he couldn't wait to see you, he wears a black pants and a white t-shirt for his top before putting a denim sleeve on top of it as his coat, he wanted to look good for you, but at this point he doesn't care, he just wanted to see you wearing a dress and not a Red Bull shirt, he can't wait to touch you too, to feel your warm skin against his, to feel your soft lips on his, to feel you.

He snaps himself from his thoughts as he focuses on himself, looking at the mirror as he sprays a perfume. He sighs and grabs his keys to go to the restaurant that he reserves for the two of you.

Soon enough he arrived first, parking his car and immediately went inside, hoping to see you there, but there's no you, he's afraid that you didn't really wanna have a dinner with him, he thinks of possibilities to happen not until you messaged him that you'll be running a little late because of traffic, he sighs in relief messaging you back, “It's ok schatzi, I understand, Take care.” He sent the message smiling to himself as he saw 3 dots on the message indicating you're typing already to his message, “Thank you, Toto!<3” you sent the message, smiling to Checo as he drives and blasting music to the radio, checo loves seeing you sing your heart out to your favorite songs, he smiles at you brightly, “Alright, amor, we're here.” He gives you puppy eyes, “Thank you Checo— I appreciate you dropping me off here.” You gave him a sweet smile as he went out and went to your driver's side to open the door for you, “it's nothing amor, I love helping you around.” You smiled at his words, “I'll message you once I'm in there, don't wait up, I'll let toto drop me off, ok?” You assured Checo, who has a worried gaze over you, “Ok..have fun, amor.” You nodded as you gave him a quick hug and a kiss to his cheek before going inside the fancy restaurant.

Checo stood there till you went inside the restaurant, smiling to himself, touching his cheeks as he cherished the kiss mark of your lipstick to his cheek.

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(Time skip)

Toto looked at you in admiration as you walked towards your table, you smiled and waved at him shyly, he stood up, pulling your seat so you could sit down, “Thank you.” “You look..stunning.” he smiled, sitting back down in his chair, “You look handsome.” you gave back his compliment, the waiter went to the two of you to take your order, toto watches your moves as you speak and guide the waiter for your order, you ordered a Italian pasta with a steak, while toto ordered the same.

“So, how's the ride on the way here?” He looks at you as his hand brushes to yours, “It was ok, Checo made the ride comfortable.” You smiled, “That's good to hear, Schatzi.” you chuckled, “What does that mean?” “Mean what?” He gave you a confused look, “That word you always say whenever you talk to me, it sounds lovely.” You blushed at the thought of him saying it, he raised his eyebrows, “The ‘Schatzi’.” You attempted to say it, he chuckled, “It can be a whole different word, Schatz.” He held your hand, “It's ‘Treasure’ in German.” He said looking at your reaction, you blushed, trying to hide your face from his gaze, you cleared your throat, “Hmm it's a pretty nickname.” “Do you want me to keep calling you that, Y/N?” he looked at you, “I guess so…it sounds nice when you say it.” You tease him a little.

While you and toto eat, the two of you exchange questions about each other, “So you're saying you don't really like working in this industry? And you wanted to be an artist or architect?” He questioned you, you hummed, “Yeah, something like that, I like drawings and paintings, it's a calming hobby of mine.” He looked at you in full adoration as you told him how you love art so much, “That’s really interesting Y/N” Toto smiled.

Toto called the waiter as he paid the bill, you excused yourself to go to the restroom to fix your make up as well as to breathe, because the whole time, toto was fucking looking at you like he's going to eat you— not that you don't mind! “Excuse me.” You said as you looked at toto giving him a shy smile as you went to the restroom, you closed the door as you took deep breaths and calmed yourself, you fixed your make up a little, sprayed some perfume to your neck and cleavage.

Toto sat there waiting for you, he got impatient and followed you in the restroom, waiting outside hearing you talk to yourself, he chuckled at the thought of you being adorable.

You opened the door as you went out, seeing toto arms crossed while leaning at the cold wall, “Toto—! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.” Toto smirked, “Du siehst wunderschön aus."(You look beautiful) He said as he walked towards you slowly, “i Don't- understand..” your breath Hitch, “I said—” he closed the gap between the two of you. He leans to your ear and whispers “You look beautiful, Schatzi” then he looks at you, wanting to see your reaction. “I- Thank you toto..” you blushed, trying to hide your face, toto took your chin with his thumb, forcing you to look at him, he kissed you gently, whimpering as he kiss you, your hands traveled to his chest as you push him away slightly, Toto look down at you “Something wrong, Schatzi?” “I'm sorry i- I can't do this…” you were about to leave but he pulled you back to him, “Let it happen Y/N, I know you wanted this.” you whimpered at his words, it's true you wanted this, you want him to touch you, to kiss you like you're the only person in the world, to fuck you, to fill you up with his cum like there's no tomorrow, you look at him, tears beaded in your eyes, toto gently wipes it away then kissed you, you moaned at his lips, he cares your hips and pushed your body to him you felt his erection to your stomach, he's hard and…big, you continue to kiss him as your phone rang, you pull away from the kiss, “I'm sorry i- I need to take this.” You pull your cellphone from your bag to see your father calling, you answer it, “Hey dad, what's up?” You look at toto, who's smirking down at you, “It's 11:00 PM where are you?” You felt Toto's hands on your waist as he leaned down to kiss your exposed neck, you tried your best not to moan, “I- I was with Checo, he's— he's dropping me off, I'll be ok dad, don't wait up.” Toto bites the flesh of your neck, he nibbles it lightly, earning a moan from you, “Y/N?” You pushed toto as he gave you a smirk, “yes..dad?” “Please, go home safe.” “I will dad, Goodnight.” you ended the call as you looked at toto who still had that stupid smirk on his face, “what’s your problem?” you annoyingly asked him which he chuckled in return, “Nothing, Schatzi, do you need a ride on the way home?” his expression changed, his gaze turned soft and concern, “Yes…” he grabbed your hands and went out of the rest room, “i’ll drop you off at least far from your fathers watch.” he grinned as you chuckled.

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[meadhbhcavanagh]

History Made | Michael Schumacher daughter fic

The Hockenheimring circuit in Germany was alive with the symphony of roaring engines, and at its center stood Lena Schumacher, the daughter of the legendary Michael Schumacher, on the verge of making history. The German Grand Prix wasn’t merely a race; it was a homecoming for Lena, carrying the weight of expectations as she aimed to redefine the narrative in her rookie season with Mercedes.

In the Mercedes garage, the air hummed with anticipation. Lena navigated the iconic track with finesse, finding herself at the forefront of the race. Unbeknownst to her, Michael Schumacher, her father, made his first public outing since his accident, orchestrating a surprise visit to witness this pivotal moment. Mick Schumacher, her brother and reserve driver for the team, observed with a mix of pride and sibling camaraderie.

As the final laps unfolded, Lena maintained her lead, the Mercedes team holding their collective breath. In a historic moment, Lena Schumacher crossed the finish line, becoming the first woman in history to win a Formula 1 Grand Prix.

As the checkered flag waved at Hockenheim, the Mercedes garage erupted in cheers and jubilation. Over the radio, Lena Schumacher's race engineer conveyed the historic news.

"Congratulations, Lena! You've just made history! You're the first woman to win a Formula 1 Grand Prix!"

"Wait, what? Did you say… history? Oh my... I... I can't believe it!" Lena said, her voice slightly cracking with emotion.

Amidst the roar of the engines and the celebration in the garage, Lena's voice over the radio reflected a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy. The realization of her achievement, the weight of making history, echoed through the airwaves.

“You did it, Lena! Enjoy the moment, you've earned it!” said Toto Wolff, so proud of his driver.

"Thank you, thank you so much. This is... this is incredible. I couldn't have done it without the team and everyone's support. Wow." said Lena, her voice getting steadier.

The radio communication captured a poignant moment in Lena's journey, the raw emotion of achieving something extraordinary evident in her voice. The message of breaking barriers and making history reverberated not only within the Mercedes team but also through the hearts of fans worldwide.

Unseen by Lena, Michael Schumacher emerged, his presence a surprise for his daughter. Mick, among the first to congratulate her, shared a smile that spoke of both sibling rivalry and familial pride.

Lena brought her victorious Mercedes to a stop, the cheers and applause echoing through the air. As she stepped out of her car, she was greeted by the presence of her father, now using a wheelchair due to the lasting effects of his accident. Corinna, her mom, and Gina, Lena's sister, were also there with Mick, forming a family circle.

"You did it, Lena. The first woman to win a Grand Prix. I couldn't be prouder," Michael said, his eyes reflecting the joy only a father could feel.

As the Mercedes team joined the celebration, Lewis Hamilton, Lena's teammate, approached with a wide grin. "Congratulations, Lena. You've made history today!"

The emotional reunion and the historic victory became the focal point of the post-race celebrations. Lena, still absorbing the magnitude of her achievement, stood atop the podium. The German and Mercedes flags waved proudly. The national anthem played, marking not just a victory but a symbolic triumph for diversity and inclusion in Formula 1.

In an extraordinary 1-2 finish for Mercedes, Lewis Hamilton secured the second position. The podium celebration was a testament to the team's dominance and the groundbreaking achievements of Lena Schumacher.

Post-Race Interviews:

Lena Schumacher:

Interviewer: Lena, congratulations on an incredible victory. How does it feel to be the first woman in history to win a Grand Prix?

Lena: It's surreal, honestly. This is not just my victory; it's a victory for every person who has dared to dream beyond the conventional norms. I'm honored to be part of a sport that is evolving and embracing diversity.

Michael Schumacher:

Interviewer: Michael, your first public appearance in years, and it's to witness your daughter make history. What does this moment mean to you?

Michael: It's indescribable. Lena has a spirit that mirrors the essence of racing. To see her achieve this milestone, especially in Germany, is incredibly special. I'm a proud father today.

Lewis Hamilton:

Interviewer: Lewis, Lena has made history today. How do you feel about her achievement?

Lewis: It's fantastic. Lena drove phenomenally today. This sport is about breaking barriers, and she's done just that. I'm honored to be her teammate and witness this historic moment.

Mick Schumacher:

Interviewer: Mick, what's it like to see your sister achieve such a milestone?

Mick: It's amazing. Lena's always been competitive, and today she's shown the world what she's capable of. Our family has a strong connection to this sport, and today is a testament to that legacy.

Toto Wolff (Mercedes Team Principal) Reaction:

Interviewer: Toto, a historic win for Mercedes and Lena Schumacher today. What are your thoughts on this achievement?

Toto: It’s an incredible day for the team. Lena’s win is not just a milestone for her but for the entire sport. Michael’s surprise visit added an emotional layer to this victory. We are a family here at Mercedes, and today, we celebrate history being made on our home turf. Lena drove with exceptional skill, and we couldn’t be prouder.

After the historic win at Hockenheim, Lena Schumacher found herself surrounded by a sea of congratulatory faces in the bustling paddock. Among the well-wishers were her fellow drivers, each expressing their admiration for the groundbreaking victory.

Sebastian approached her to congratulate her. "Lena, my goddaughter, you've just made history. I couldn't be prouder. Your driving was exceptional out there.”

"Thanks, Seb. It means a lot, especially coming from you." Then, more drivers started coming over to offer there congratulations.

"Lena, that was one heck of a race! You've set a new standard out here."

"Thanks, Max. I had a feeling this was going to be a special day."

Charles Leclerc, his usual calm demeanor replaced by genuine excitement, joined the conversation.

"Lena, that win was incredible! You've inspired a lot of people today."

"Thanks, Charles. It's surreal, but I'm glad to be part of something bigger."

Fernando Alonso, with a grin on his face, added his voice to the chorus of congratulations.

"Lena, you've made history. This is a day to remember."

"Thanks, Fernando. I just did what I love, and it turned out to be something special."

As the drivers continued to share their words of praise and encouragement, the paddock buzzed with the genuine camaraderie and respect that existed among these competitors. Lena Schumacher's victory wasn't just a triumph for her; it was a celebration embraced by the entire Formula 1 community.

Ah this is my first time writing something, I hope it’s okay. If anyone has any tips please let me know! I hope you enjoyed and it wasn’t a total mess.

[interlagosed]

I miss Carlandads hibii

What if the twins was born when Carlos and Lando still racing and they got 1-2 podium? I think without interferance of their PR, Jon, Rupert and Caco there’ll only be the 3rd winner on the podium

[Technically, when the twins are born Lando is racing and they do get their little stint on the podium but I love this!!! AU of the AU where Reyes and Cisca put their feet down and tell Carlos to take one more season at least. They agree that there will always be someone around who follows them to races and takes care of the kids. It’s a difficult year in its own way, but it’s worth it.]

Even before Carlos had watched Lando cross the checkered flag, he reached for the radio.

“Mis bebés ,” he rasped, his voice warbling. “My babies, where–?”

“Other garage,” came Ricky’s matter-of-fact response, and then, “Carlos! P2, P2, and–”

And Carlos laughed, exhilarated, and yelled back, “What a race! And a Carlando podium, eh?”

“Ah, you almost had him!”

“And then he made his car twice as wide," Carlos muttered in response, his annoyance all affection. "Fucker."

Once he drew abreast with Lando, they waved at each other with grins that were readily apparently through the slim visors of their helmets. Carlos felt a surge of love towards his husband, and then another surge of excitement about what this meant for them, the milestone that it was. And by the time they drew nearer the pit lane, all residual annoyance had faded entirely. And all that was left was-

A screech drew near, and then Carlos found himself scooped off the ground with a maniacal laugh. Carlos guffawed and thumped his husband's helmet. He forced himself out of Lando's arms and pressed their helmets together for a brief moment, holding each other in that adrenaline, that rush, before Carlos shoved Lando towards McLaren, and he himself ran into the waiting arms and cheers of his own team. It was a ritual they knew well by now, but one that would never fade. And it was made more special when one of them won.

Granted, Carlos preferred it when he won. He may be a married man, but he was a racing driver, too.

But once that adrenaline faded, once they had been weighed, once they found their way back to each other and took their helmets off and kissed—Carlos’ hands gentle on Lando’s cheeks, Lando’s arms tight around Carlos’ neck, lips pressed together and bodies swaying as they indulged, even after so many years, in being able to kiss openly, publicly, before cameras and spectators and peers—they locked eyes and knew they both wanted the same thing above all else.

“Your garage–?” asked Carlos, and Lando nodded. He looked around eagerly, fingers still in Carlos’. The smile which then broke across Lando’s face took Carlos’ breath away, and Carlos knew that when he looked too and saw his babies, his Charlie and Leggy, in their Nan’s arms, he too looked beyond reason, joyous beyond joy.

They rushed over, heedless of Naomi waiting patiently to interview them, and their babies beamed in recognition, their little heads dwarfed by gigantic headphones to protect their ears. Leggy, the more extroverted, immediately began pulling out of her grandmother’s hold, and Charlie just giggled and covered his face.

Carlos melted. He reached for his daughter, kissed his mother-in-law on the cheek, and then tossed Allegra up in the air. She squealed, shrieked, then covered her papá’s face with open-mouthed kisses. Beside him, Lando was just silently holding their son, breathing in his shaggy hair, looking for all the world like the most contented person. Carlos was in love. Carlos would never cease to be in love. He shifted Allegra to a hip, brought his husband and son in closer, and kissed them both.

“I love you,” Carlos whispered, and then, because he could never not say it, he kissed Lando again and murmured against his lips, “thank you.”

Lando smiled wide, kissed Allegra’s nose and pretended to bite her cheek, and that was all they could do before they were firmly navigated back to the interview with Naomi.

As was also tradition, they had their interview together. To Naomi’s credit, she didn’t quite acknowledge the twins until the very end, when she said, “and of course this is a special moment for you both. A Carlando 1-2, with your children spectating! What does this mean to you?”

Carlos opened his mouth, but before he could, Lando leaned in and said, “It means they know I’m the better driver.”

Carlos guffawed and pressed his hip against Lando’s side, trying to jostle him out of frame. Charlie giggled, his little legs kicking, and Allegra reached for her twin. Peace thus reasserted, as neither Lando nor Carlos could fight if their twins were having their “twin conferences,” as they called them, Carlos cleared his throat.

“It means,” Carlos corrected, “they get to see who we are, but not all we are. And also to me, it means they know that they can do anything.”

“So is it safe to say we’ll see a Norris-Sainz on the grid in a few years?”

Lando laughed and held Charlie protectively to his chest. “Not so loud! Contract negotiations are already underway.”

“But they can be whatever they want to be,” Carlos added, and he tried hard not to respond to the look Lando gave him: adoration, respect, desire.

In the cooldown room, it was hard to talk about anything that wasn’t the kids. Allegra had definitely had an accident: she wasn’t in the same clothes they’d sent her off in that morning. And Charlie had felt a little sticky when they cuddled him, which meant he had been given far more ice cream than either Lando or Carlos approved. It was not the most insightful cooldown room—but then, it never was even if two out of the three podium drivers weren’t parents together.

After the trophies, the anthem, the champagne, the traditional kiss hidden behind a somewhat well-placed champagne bottle, Carlos and Lando lingered longer. They sat on the top podium, pressed flush against each other, Lando’s head on Carlos’ shoulder. Carlos felt the urge to whisper praise to his husband, to stroke his side; but they were already pushing the limits of what the FIA would allow, and while Carlos was content to do so during his last season, he was not content to jeopardize the rest of Lando’s career.

But this one concession they would always demand: waiting until their babies were cleared to come up, and then they would be reunited with their babbling, perfect children. Then, as a family, they would sit back down again and…bask. In the life they had built, against the odds. In their own courage. In the love they had nurtured into verdance. And in the seeds they had sowed for the future.

“Do you regret anything?” Lando asked, suddenly. He was showing Allegra his trophy from a careful distance, making sure she didn’t try to press her mouth to it. Instead, she just looked at it so intently that it seemed to be reflected in her eyes.

Carlos swallowed hard and turned away from the overwhelming visual. He pressed Charlie to himself, keeping his head from his own, sticky body with a carefully placed towel. Charlie was dozing, not fully asleep but apparently content enough to nod off. He kissed his baby’s forehead and said, “Just not having more babies with you before I am too old.”

Lando laughed and leaned towards Carlos to catch his lips again. They lingered, the kiss long and tender, unhurried.

“You’re not that old yet,” Lando whispered, and then, his voice laced with something wonderful, “and I’m not done having babies with you, Sainz.”

And not for the first time, Carlos felt impatient for the end of his career. He had his life to begin.

[ultragift]

FROM: @scribby-wibby TO: @melancholystorms It's a real shame that philosophy and artistry had fallen out of sphere during the latter years of the Final War. Had the world been more receptive, they wouldn't have missed the philosophies of a certain Dr. Julia Ritzer who proudly proclaimed that all problems could be solved with a ladder. Need to reach a high shelf? Ladder. Need to pass a test? Take a ladder to your professors house, break in, and find the answers. Nations warring over land? Ladder, obviously.

The quintessential dilemma of this very philosophy was taking place long after Dr. Ritzer’s death, where a drone swore at it's swordmachine who was currently struggling to scramble up a steep jut of rock in Greed. Fun fact: drones are capable of complete speech, serving as messenger pigeons during the 22nd century, but have an abhorrent temper, therefore only speak in censored swears.

Enter stage right, our morally inept protagonist on sabbatical. V1 watches the two bicker from the velvety shadows, draped gracefully over the desiccated terrain. Thick cuts of building stick out of the sand like broken teeth. Why two machines sought to scale a lone pillar in the middle of perpetual midnight was beyond V1’s reasoning. Perhaps Dr. Ritzer’s ideology was not precisely about ladders, but just upwards movement previously unseen; a bush-beaten way of reaching upwards instead of pushing forward; To build bridges into the heavens.

V1, who was attempting with little success, to build bridges between its brethren, approaches the pair with outstretched arms in what was supposed to be a peace offering. Of course, when one of your arms is a also a gun, this offering is swiftly misinterpreted.

The swordmachine wheels around with it’s blade unsheathed, upheaving the sand around it into a dusty whirlwind. V1 dodges to the left, narrowly avoiding a shot from the drone locked onto it from above.

V1 in turn unsheathes a small flag, which used to be white but was stained a burnt red from… well, an inability to abide by what the white flag symbolizes.

Fun fact: swordmachines are colorblind. There’s no reason for this. It’s a learned behavior from dogs, supposedly.

The three come to a screeching halt, all with their weapons still raised. V1 wiggles the flag again. The other two machines relax marginally.

Peering up at the lip of the pillar, V1 sticks out a thumbs up in their direction with it’s arms akimbo.

It takes an exaggerated step towards the pillar, hunches down, and leaps up. it’s feet scrape against the side briefly before it jumps again. On the third meeting of V1s feet with the pillar, it realizes this method may be ineffective. Less than halfway to the top, V1 skids down the pillar like nails across chalkboard. It hits the ground rear first with the grace of a beached whale.

Despite not having eyes, the swordmachine looks unimpressed. The drone beeps once, low and drawling.

V1 gets back onto its feet and extends it’s finger as if to say wait. It reaches behind and pulls a small device from it’s wings, making a series of clicks.

The incredulous looks shared between the drone and swordmachine is cut short by a sharp brilliance of light cutting through the dark sweep of desert.

“Machine, I thought I had told you not to call on me unless it was a matter of utmost importance.”

V1 cocks its head in confusion. Apparently losing a game of checkers counts as a matter of utmost importance to the former judge of Hell, but assisting its denizens doesn’t.

V1 circles its finger between itself and the two other machines before pointing to the top of the pillar.

Gabriel sighs petulantly: “I am not a chauffeur, Machine.” He lies.

Regardless of Gabriel’s anti-chauffeur attitude, he grips V1 and the swordmachine’s head like ski poles, with the drone nestled in the swordmachine’s hands, and transports them to the top of the pillar. The view is staggering. Concrete strewn across the sand like crumbs, various twisting architecture catching the moonlight to create a field of glistening needles.

More perplexing that the view, is the circular table with two chair tucked beneath in the center of the platform. The swordmachine pulls out both the chair and sits in one, while the drone awkwardly hovers over the other.

“What.” Gabriel speaks, his voice creeping along the edge of anger, “why would you need help getting up here again if you already moved a whole furniture set here before?”

The swordsmachine and drone look between V1 and Gabriel as if to shoo them away. V1 pats its companion’s arm in condolence as his wings begin quivering in disbelief.

It takes a large step off the pillar, leaving Gabriel no choice but to follow.

[lovelyleclercs]

Chapter Two: Shock

Carlos Sainz x Rosa Romero

-> A trip to the doctor brings up memories from Monaco as well as shocking news that Rosa didn't see coming.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of sex, throwing up, rough upbringing, doctor's visit, blood work, pregnancy

a/n: ok but Carlos at the end makes me cry he's so sweet

Present Day

“Congratulations, it appears as though you are pregnant!” the woman in the white coat said to Rosa, her voice filled with so much joy, you would’ve thought she was the pregnant one. “Your bloodwork looked excellent, the baby seems to be about four weeks old based on your hCg levels shown on page two of this packet” she said with a beaming smile before handing over the small five page packet to Rosa. “I’ve included a list of all the best OBGYN’s in the Madrid area. I highly recommend choosing from this list, though it is just a suggestion of course”

Rosa looked up at the brown haired woman standing in front of her, a blank expression on her face as you tried to wrap your mind around everything she had just said to you in the past 30 seconds. 

Pregnant. Four weeks. 

As the doctor continued to run through the blood work with Rosa, your mind wandered elsewhere, tuning her voice out as you thought back to exactly what happened four weeks ago. 

Monaco. By far one of the richest places Rosa has ever been to. Beyond that, it was one of the races on the F1 calendar that your best friend, Carlos Sainz, had wanted to win the most. 

Monaco was a historical place in Formula 1- all the best drivers had won there. Lauda, Prost, Senna, Schumacher, Hamilton, you name any of the greats of Formula 1 and that track was probably one they had succeeded at. 

Carlos always wanted to be on that winning list alongside all of his childhood heroes and that weekend four weeks ago, he had finally done just that. 

The race had started out wet, the conditions almost undriveable. Rosa stood in the garage, too nervous to sit as she watched Carlos round each corner of the race track, never making any mistake despite how slippery the track surface was. 

When he crossed the finish line as the checkered flag flew above him, Rosa couldn't help but find herself getting a bit emotional. 

Rosa had met Carlos during high school, shortly before he had entered Formula 3. She had a rough home life, so she typically tried to spend as little time as possible at home, which Carlos had noticed when she started following him to the go-kart track after school everyday. 

At first, Carlos didn’t question it- it wasn’t uncommon for people to sit in the stands and watch as he and a few other local karting drivers practiced in the late afternoon on weekdays. 

However when he noticed that she wouldn’t leave when he did, that’s when his questions started to arise. 

The two of them had become pretty close over a short period of time- mainly due to the fact that after each practice, he would invite her to grab a quick bite to eat or to see a movie with him before he headed home for the night. 

Carlos had become Rosa’s best friend and the person she trusted most in this world- after all, he was still the only person to this day who knew how horrible her family was to her. He was the one who would save Rosa from them day in and day out, especially when her dad tried to make an appearance back into her life during graduation. 

After high school, Rosa and Carlos had bought a house together. Rosa needed to get out of her mothers house as quickly as possible, and Carlos wanted his own place to stay after traveling around the world week after week, so it all worked out in the end. 

Fast forward ten years later, Carlos was driving for Ferrari, the two of them remained best friends, and still lived in that house they had bought fresh out of high school. 

After embracing Carlos in a hug and congratulating him on such a big achievement, Carlos had mentioned a party at a local Monaco club called Jimmyz. Never saying no to a good after party, Rosa went back to the hotel and got ready for what you knew was going to be a long night out.

A long night out it was indeed. 

The night had started out with several shots of tequila with Carlos and a few members from his team as well as his teammate, Charles- probably way too many tequila shots, but after a race like that, who wouldn’t want to get drunk off tequila?

As the night progressed, Rosa and Carlos had separated in the bar- he went off to drink some beers with his competitors while she went to the dance floor, hoping to dance away the pounding headache she had from all that tequila that had been consumed so early in the night. 

Before Rosa knew it though, she was in the arms of a stranger. Looking back on it now, she couldn’t even remember what the man looked like, let alone his name or the sound of his voice. 

One thing led to another and she found herself having a one night stand with the mystery man from Jimmyz just before her flight left at 5am. 

“Any questions?” the doctor asked, a smile still shining across her face, her voice still filled with joy and excitement. 

Rosa looked up at her and shook her head, Rosa’s grip on the papers in her hand becoming a bit tighter as she tried to hold back her tears. “No, thank you. Can I head home now?”

The girl nodded, handing Rosa a small little card. “This is my email if you or your OBGYN have any questions about this appointment or any of the blood work, ok?”

Rosa nodded a little, taking the small rectangle piece of paper out of the doctor’s hand and slipping it into her purse before giving her a faint smile. “Thank you, have a nice day” she said quietly before walking out of the room, needing to get out of the small space and breathe some fresh air. 

As Rosa walked outside, she was met with the hot and humid air that engulfed all of madrid- nothing too uncommon for the month of July. The sun was beaming down on her, making it feel ten times hotter out than it actually was. 

When she climbed into her car, she immediately turned the air conditioning on, hoping that it would cool her off in some way before she had to make the drive home. 

As Rosa started making the drive home- one that was about ten minutes long- she couldn’t help but let her mind travel as she turned her car left and right, navigating through the roads of Madrid. 

She thought about how Carlos would react to the news.

Would he ask her to leave, insisting that a child in his home would be too much of a distraction?

Would he be ashamed of her for making such a stupid mistake?

What would his family think when they found out… After all, they were like family to her now, the last thing she would want is for them to be disappointed in her. 

She couldn’t help but think about what horrible upbringing she had. Her dad walking out on her when she was eight, her mother becoming an alcoholic, and her sister completely forgetting about her the minute she turned 18, leaving Rosa alone in the horrible hands of her mother, wishing for an escape. 

Rosa thought about how the child growing inside of her would also grow up without a father- something she had always promised herself she would never let your children go through. 

Rosa felt like a failure already- like she was the worst mother to walk the face of the earth, despite only learning she was a mother nearly twenty minutes ago. 

Rosa hit one of her hands against the steering wheel out of frustration, feeling angry with herself for making such poor decisions four weeks ago. 

As she approached the gates to her driveway, she rolled the window down, feeling the warm air trying to suffocate her as she entered the 5 digit pin, watching as the gates opened, allowing her to drive through. 

She pulled into your garage stall, turning the car off before grabbing her purse and wiping her damp cheeks with the back of her hands. 

As she got out of the car, Rosa took a deep breath, hoping Carlos wouldn’t sense anything was wrong, though she knew he would, he could read her like the back of his hand. 

When she finally made it inside, she hung her purse and keys up on the hooks by the door before slipping out of her tennis shoes and walking into the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water. 

After grabbing the glass of water as well as a granola bar, Rosa made her way up the stairs and to her bedroom, which just so happened to be located right next to Carlos’ office. 

As Rosa approached her room, she heard Carlos talking, almost as if he was on the phone. When she walked past his office door, she was thankful to see that he was in a zoom meeting with his team, which meant he would be distracted for a little while, allowing her some time alone to process the day's events.

Rosa set her water and granola bar onto her nightstand before climbing into bed, a deep sigh of relief falling from her lips as her back hit the mattress, allowing her very tense body to relax a bit. 

Rosa’s relaxation didn’t last very long, though. After just about five minutes of silence, Carlos had knocked on her door. 

“Cariño, can I come in please?” he whispered, unsure if she was asleep or not. 

At first, Rosa remained silent, hoping that maybe he would walk away if she didn’t answer, but she knew better than that. Carlos would come in and kiss her forehead goodnight if he thought she was asleep- it's what he’s always done. “Come in” she finally said, sitting up against her headboard as she watched the handle turn slowly. 

“Sorry, I’m sure you want space right now, but I just had to see with my own two eyes that you were ok” he admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked up at her. He could tell that Rosa was far from ok, though he knew she had no desire to talk about it right now. 

“I’m ok, Carlos. Don’t worry about me” Rosa whispered, her hand reaching out to touch his, almost as a thank you for checking up on her. 

“It’s my job to worry about you, hermosa. You’re my best friend, I always worry. Especially after how much you threw up this morning…” 

Rosa laughed a little, giving his hand a squeeze. “We can talk about this a bit later once I'm feeling better, ok? I’ll go through the paperwork the doctor gave me.. For now, I could really use a good Carlos cuddle while watching a movie… what do you say?”

Carlos smiled and climbed under the covers, holding his arms out to her. “You know that I never turn down a movie night”

“But it’s daytime,” Rosa said, a small laugh escaping her.

Carlos jokingly rolled his eyes. “My bad, madam. I never turn down a good movie afternoon”

Rosa laughed and cuddled into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his torso as she rested her head on his chest. 

Carlos wrapped his arms around her and turned on a random movie that was on their netflix suggested before pulling the covers up over the two of them. “Let me know if you need anything, ok?” he whispered before placing a kiss to the top of her head. 

Rosa gave Carlos a gentle nod. “I will, Carlos. I will.” she whispered, closing her eyes as she had finally relaxed in the comfort of Carlos' arms. For just a slight moment, she had forgotten all about the events earlier in the day.

She had forgotten about Carlos catching her hunched over the toilet at 6am.

She had forgotten about Carlos encouraging her to visit the doctor.

She had forgotten about her trip to the doctors office, the blood work, the waiting for answers, and the pure shock that washed over her when the word's "you're pregnant" echoed through the small room.

For just a moment she had forgotten all about her Monaco mistakes, from the tequila to the bathroom sex.

For just a moment she had forgotten about her worries of the future, one that would include her child growing up without a father, her fear of being anything like her mother, and the struggles of raising a child alone.

The moment however, didn't last long. Guilt had suddenly washed over her as she laid in Carlos' arms. Carlos had been her best friend for nearly 12 years, yet she couldn't bear to tell him the news she had received an hour prior to this very moment. She couldn't hide this from him, it wasn't fair to him. He deserved to know what was going on, even if it meant that he saw her differently than he had all of these years.

"I'm pregnant with a stranger's baby" Rosa finally whispered, guilt persuading her to expose her secret.

tag list: @hammick @Cl16msc47 @majkaftorek @polyjuiceslytherin @Lizziebitch33 @viktorie16 @Johannalindau @Southernprincess1997 @Myescapefromthislife @F1andbookslover @my-fangirling-outlet

[beardedmrbean]

A misleading seven second clip of President Biden could reshape Facebook's misinformation policies ahead of the 2024 election, but the platform — and the American electorate — are running out of time.

The Oversight Board, the external advisory group that Meta created to review its moderation decisions on Facebook and Instagram, issued a decision on Monday concerning a doctored video of Biden that made the rounds on social media last year.

The original video showed the president accompanying his granddaughter Natalie Biden to cast her ballot during early voting in the 2022 midterm elections. In the video, President Biden pins an “I Voted” sticker on his granddaughter and kisses her on the cheek.

A short, edited version of the video removes visual evidence of the sticker, setting the clip to a song with sexual lyrics and looping it to depict Biden inappropriately touching the young woman. The seven second clip was uploaded to Facebook in May 2023 with a caption describing Biden as a “sick pedophile.”

Meta’s Oversight Board announced that it would take on the case last October after a Facebook user reported the video and ultimately escalated the case when the platform declined to remove it.

In its decision, issued Monday, the Oversight Board states that Meta's choice to leave the video online was consistent with the platform’s rules, but calls the relevant policy "incoherent."

"As it stands, the policy makes little sense," Oversight Board Co-Chair Michael McConnell said. "It bans altered videos that show people saying things they do not say, but does not prohibit posts depicting an individual doing something they did not do. It only applies to video created through AI, but lets other fake content off the hook."

McConnell also pointed to the policy's failure to address manipulated audio, calling it "one of the most potent forms of electoral disinformation."

The Oversight Board’s decision argues that instead of focusing on how a particular piece of content was created, Meta's rules should be guided by the harms they are designed to prevent. Any changes should be implemented “urgently” in light of global elections, according to the decision.

Beyond expanding its manipulated media policy, the Oversight Board suggested that Meta add labels to altered videos flagging them as such instead of relying on content takedowns initiated by fact-checkers, a process the group criticizes as "asymmetric depending on language and market."

By labeling more content rather than taking it down, the Oversight Board believes that Meta can maximize freedom of expression, mitigate potential harm and provide more context and information for users.

In a statement to TechCrunch, a Meta spokesperson confirmed that the company is "reviewing the Oversight Board’s guidance" and will issue a public response within 60 days.

The altered video continues to circulate on X, formerly Twitter. Last month, a verified X account with 267,000 followers shared the clip with the caption “The media just pretend this isn't happening.” The video has more than 611,000 views.

The Biden video isn't the first time that the Oversight Board has ultimately told Meta to go back to the drawing board for its policies. When the group weighed in on Facebook's decision to ban former President Trump, it decried the "vague, standardless" nature of the indefinite punishment while agreeing with the choice to suspend his account. The Oversight Board has generally urged Meta to provide more detail and transparency in its policies, across cases.

As the Oversight Board noted when it accepted the Biden “cheap fake” case, Meta stood by its decision to leave the altered video online because its policy on manipulated media — misleadingly altered photos and videos — only applies when AI is used or when the subject of a video is portrayed saying something they didn't say.

The manipulated media policy, designed with deepfakes in mind, applies only to "videos that have been edited or synthesized... in ways that are not apparent to an average person, and would likely mislead an average person to believe."

Critics of Meta's content moderation process have dismissed Meta's self-designed review board as too little, far too late.

Meta may have a standardized content moderation review system in place now, but misinformation and other dangerous content move more quickly than that appeals process — and much more quickly than the world could have imagined just two general election cycles ago.

Researchers and watchdog groups are bracing for an onslaught of misleading claims and AI-generated fakes as the 2024 presidential race ramps up. But even as new technologies enable dangerous falsehoods to scale, social media companies have quietly slashed their investments in trust and safety and turned away from what once appeared to be a concerted effort to stamp out misinformation.

"The volume of misleading content is rising, and the quality of tools to create it is rapidly increasing,” McConnell said.

[pitinthelanepages]

pitlanepages masterlist

beyond the checkered flag

summary: you are an engineer who joined red bull racing team and was tasked with working on max verstappen's car. adding to the pressure, max was sceptical of your skills. will you be able to handle the pressure or crumble under it?

prankster's love

summary: your boyfriend juan manuel correa, can't really resist a good prank. especially when it comes to your height.

me gustas tu (m)

summary: juan likes airplanes but he likes you more (based on the song 'me gustas tu' by manu chao).

against the odds

summary: after a tragic accident, ollie struggles to regain his confidence and ability to run. with the help of you, he sets out on a grueling journey of physical and emotional recovery.

La Route Vers Toi

summary: moments where charles leclerc found himself having questionable feelings for his best friend, you, since he was seventeen.

blurred lines

summary: after celebrating your first f1 victory, you woke up in a stranger's hotel room, naked... only to realize that the person you ended up on a bed with... is one of your fellow f1 driver.

blurred lines 0.2

summary: after another passionate day with charles, you are filled with uncertainty about the future but is it as deep as you make it seem to be?

the glasses effect

summary: it's hard for your boyfriend, juan manuel correa, to focus on the movie. especially when you're wearing glasses.

black dress and a glass of wine

summary: going to the party is long forgotten after your boyfriend, oscar piastri, sees you in a black dress.

piercings and such (m)

summary: boyfriend oscar piastri couldn't hide his fascination when he noticed a metallic reflection from underneath your shirt.

[vaishnavi-28]

From Zero to G-Force: My Unexpected Love Affair with Formula One

From grid to glory, a symphony of steel, Where math and madness, a thrilling deal. Once a stranger, now a fan so true, Adrenaline rush, in shades of red and blue.

G-forces grip, a dance with gravity’s might, Human and machine, in perfect, fleeting flight. Hearts beat in unison, a shared, electric hum, As heroes chase the checkered flag, before the day is done.

From pit lane whispers, to podium’s vibrant roar, A tapestry of triumphs, etched on tarmac floor. Tears of joy and heartbreak, a spectrum intertwined, In this world of speed, where legends are defined.

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Ah, the thrill of Formula One! I understand completely. It’s not just about roaring engines and screaming tires, though those certainly add to the excitement. It’s a ballet of science, a symphony of technology, where every turn of the wheel is a testament to human ingenuity.

Your first Grand Prix, etched in memory with an adrenaline rush. I still remember mine; the roar of the crowd when the lights went out, the blur of color as the cars launched into the first corner, the pit lane ballet, the strategic chess match unfolding lap by lap. It was like watching a chess game played at 200 miles per hour!

But beyond the excitement, there’s something deeper about Formula One. It’s a story of human passion poured into steel and rubber. It’s the countless engineers, strategists, mechanics, and drivers who push themselves to the absolute limit, all in pursuit of that elusive hundredth of a second. It’s a team effort, a bond forged in the heat of competition, a shared dream chasing checkered flags.

So, keep watching those races, my friend. Let the adrenaline flow, the calculations click in your mind, the awe wash over you as these machines defy physics. Remember, it’s not just a sport; it’s a testament to human potential, a beautiful dance of speed and precision, a love letter to the machine that sings the song of the racetrack.

And who knows, maybe one day, you’ll be the one behind the wheel, chasing your own first checkered flag, your own memory etched in the adrenaline rush of Formula One.

[sebestie]

“I’m happier than ever”

In the past years, we had been heading to a deadline of unfortunate events that might’ve made you make up your mind. I already knew you were strong for those times you faced harmful critics, abusive authoritarianism, toxic environments, insufficient team work, etc. but the inner strength that takes to quit such a thing like you just did, is bold.

You leave behind the hopes a team gave you and quickly took back. You are the type of guy to race to win, everything you touch turns into gold, you don’t fit limits, you can go wheel to wheel, you’re smart and you have knowledge to corporate a team. You were what the other teams had disadvantage: they could have a faster car, but none of those cars were driven by number 5.

I’m sorry that, after all that you built with talent and passion, the closing of your career is coming as an unpleasant ending where you leave in a position we all wish it was better.

You’ve said it yourself that, after being spoiled with victories, championships and other kind of privileges, there was not place for excitement in the midfield. And you were right. Such as for you as for the fans. Seeing you in such a situation of undeveloped cars, being sure you were capable of so much more, used to hurt a lot. Then why does it hurt even more to let you go?

Sebastian, I didn’t want to let you go. In fact, I wanted to see you win again. To be a fifth times world champion. You were the first to dream of it now you got tons of people dreaming of it too. You’re magmatic. You’re the reason I and many other have watched all those races, and when you wouldn’t make it to the end, I promise you I was no longer there to watch.

Woeful. I’m back at it. It’s hurts. I fear it will hurt every day more until your last checkered flag.

But it might, it just might get better when my ego realises this is no end. No end for Sebastian Vettel. He will still be the guy who built up all the legacy that will never leave my memory. There will be comfort whenever I remember his deeds.

The fact that you held on in the previous seasons while they failed to you, they were trying to break you, makes you a warrior. The last years in special, everything going against you, the biased media pressing towards, the business going downhill, the contrary luck.. But you leave that all behind now.

If I may get personal, all inside me got so emotional with your intimate published video. You are a father and a husband, you like fresh bread and chocolate, your favourite colour is blue, you believe people are good, spending time in nature is recharging to you, you smile with your eyes, you’re from a town called Heppenheim, you have a strong personality and you can name 71 f1 world champions, one of them being yourself.

I once met you Sebastian, we met in a sunny day, you were biking my way and stopped for autographs and photos. I look at your picture together everyday. I’m proud of it, I show people, I feel so lucky. You are nice, polite, kind. You’re the type of guy to build standards, someone so unique. You smiled when I told you I left when you got knocked out in qualifying, because as your supporter, I couldn’t stand that disgrace.

There’s something we all have been too selfish to had wished before but now it’s time: I wish you a good retirement. This time with no distance between you and your loved ones. May you have the time of your life, feel a pure state of joy you couldn’t feel working around a system like motorsport’s.

I’m grateful for you Sebastian, and although you will listen that a lot, still there’s people who owe you beyond this lifetime.

You’re a free now, Sebastian. And you worked your ass off to one day deserve to drop off. Enjoy your beautiful life!

[pearllemon-classics]

Gear Up for Grandeur: Unveiling the Majesty of Historic Race Tracks

The internal combustion engine’s roar, the intoxicating whiff of racing fuel, and the blur of gleaming chrome against a backdrop steeped in history — that’s the intoxicating allure of historic race tracks. These hallowed grounds are not mere arenas of speed; they are testaments to human ingenuity, testaments to the unwavering pursuit of automotive excellence.

For petrol heads (a term of endearment for car enthusiasts), these tracks are pilgrimage sites. But their magic transcends the world of motorsports. They offer a captivating glimpse into bygone eras, where fashion, technology, and societal norms intertwined with the spirit of competition.

A Journey Through Time: The Allure of Historic Race Tracks

The mystique of historic race tracks lies in their ability to transport us back in time. Imagine the echoing cheers of spectators at the legendary Monza circuit in Italy, as legendary Alfa Romeos battled it out in the 1930s. Picture the thrill of witnessing the iconic Silver Arrows streak down the silver screen — no, not on film — but at the historic Solitude Rennstrecke nestled amidst the scenic beauty of Germany’s Black Forest.

These tracks whisper tales of legendary drivers like Juan Manuel Fangio and Stirling Moss, their daring maneuvers pushing the boundaries of man and machine. The very tarmac upon which these races unfolded resonates with the triumphs and heartbreaks of automotive history.

Beyond Speed: The Cultural Tapestry of Historic Race Tracks

The cultural significance of historic race tracks extends far beyond the checkered flag. They were melting pots of innovation, where cutting-edge technologies were tested and refined. Fashion trends were born in the grandstands, as spectators donned their finest attire to witness these spectacles of speed.

These tracks were microcosms of societal change. Witnessing the evolution of car design at a historic track, from the bulbous curves of pre-war racers to the sleek aerodynamic lines of modern Formula One cars, is a testament to the ever-evolving human desire for speed and efficiency.

A Modern Pilgrimage: Experiencing the Thrill

The good news for modern-day enthusiasts is that these historic tracks are not relics of the past. Many have been meticulously restored and continue to host thrilling races featuring iconic classic cars. Companies like Pearl Lemon Classics [Insert subtle mention of Pearl Lemon Classics] offer bespoke tours that take enthusiasts on an unforgettable journey through these legendary circuits.

Imagine yourself standing on the hallowed grounds of Silverstone, the home of the British Grand Prix, or soaking in the atmosphere at the Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps in Belgium, renowned for its Eau Rouge corner — a grueling climb that separates the skilled from the merely fast.

Beyond the Race Track: A Celebration of Automotive Heritage

But the experience goes beyond just the race track itself. These tours often include visits to renowned automotive museums, private collections housing priceless vintage cars, and workshops where the magic of restoration keeps automotive history alive.

For those seeking a truly immersive experience, some tours even offer the opportunity to get behind the wheel of a classic car themselves, taking a lap (or maybe just a gentle potter) around the very tracks that legends once conquered.

Fueling Your Passion: The Enduring Legacy of Historic Race Tracks

Historic race tracks are more than just asphalt and grandstands. They are testaments to human achievement, testaments to the unwavering spirit of competition, and testaments to the enduring love affair between humanity and the automobile.

Whether you’re a seasoned petrol head or simply someone with an appreciation for history and engineering, a visit to a historic race track is an experience that will stay with you long after the checkered flag falls. So, gear up for grandeur, and embark on your own pilgrimage to these hallowed grounds. After all, the thrill of the race track transcends time.

Looking to take the wheel of your own automotive adventure?

Consider joining a tour curated by experts who can unlock the secrets of these historic circuits. Let them guide you through the grandstands steeped in history, the workshops where the classics are brought back to life, and perhaps, even onto the track itself, for an unforgettable experience behind the wheel of a legend.

The open road awaits. Pack your passion for automobiles and get ready to be transported to a world where history roars to life.