#could not care less about formula 1 racing

[theamazingannie]

Fernando Alonso is so funny. He keeps getting asked if he’s dating Taylor Swift and he just responds with

This is how I’d be as a celebrity. Causing chaos and spreading rumors about myself. Icon

[nathaslosthershit]

A Much Needed Interview (OP81)

(Part 2 of Teen Dad) Summary: After the shock of Oscar revealing himself to be a former teen dad, he joins an interview in the hopes of clearing everything up and limiting the overwhelming amount of questions he has been getting.

“Oscar, it is nice of you to sit down with us. I know it has been an interesting few weeks for you and your family. How are you guys all doing?” The interviewer asks.

‘Yeah, y’know, I had expected to one day have to open up about it all, but I never thought I’d have to do it the way I did. It has been fine, obviously my kids are young enough to not be impacted because they aren’t on social media, but it has been strange for my fiancée who is now getting hundreds of requests on her private account. I have sort of decided to take a break from social media because the response has been overwhelming and like none before. Mostly positive but I think a few people have gotten the wrong idea so I was hoping to clear everything up.” Oscar rambled. He was more nervous about this interview than any he had done before.

“Of course. Why don’t we start at the beginning, how did you and your fiancée meet?”

“We actually met at one of my races. She went to support one of her close friend’s brothers. After the race that I sadly didn’t do too well in, I saw her with her friend and I was kinda frozen in my spot, immediately head over heels. Sadly, it seems like everyone but her noticed. I was too scared to do anything so I just watched her leave. I think I sulked for days, totally regretting my decision to do nothing. A totally heartbroken 16 year old. I looked for her every single race until she finally came back a few months later.”

“Oh please tell me you finally got the confidence to shoot your shot.”

“Nope! I just stared at her and stuttered when she caught me looking then ran off. I then had an amazing race, I think part of me was just trying to make up for the embarrassment and luckily it seems my car got the memo. After the race she came up to me and asked for my number.” God, he was blushing profusely at the memory. He knew he would be getting slack for this for a very long time. 

“Such a story! The young Oscar Piastri was no ladies’ man.”

“He was absolutely not. Soon after we started dating.” Oscar awkwardly laughed, sensing what was about to come up.

“And then kids came shortly after?” The interviewer asked with care in his voice, certainly able to sense Oscar’s change in attitude.

“Yeah. Uh, obviously not planned. I don’t think many people plan to become parent’s at 18. It was a shock… I didn’t handle it the best at first, something I think I will always regret. She was scared and while so was I, I should have been more supportive. I was embarrassed for a while. Felt like a total idiot. I didn’t tell anyone outside of my family and made them swear to secrecy. I also began to isolate myself from friends because I couldn’t bring myself to tell them but also felt terrible lying. A few months in I finally snapped myself out of it and began to focus on all the wonderfulness that was to come. I loved her more than anything and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t already imagined a life together in great detail. By the time we found out it was twins, a boy and a girl, I was ecstatic.”

“Well mate, I don’t blame you for your feelings. I definitely would have been a terrible father at 18 so I salute you.” The interviewer joked.

“Honestly, I had the same thought for a while, even when I was excited to have kids. I had so many doubts about it, I mean how could I not? But when it came down to it, I couldn’t afford to be anything less than a great father. Of course I had my moments, and still do years later, but I wouldn’t be able to let myself be anything less than I am. If you love your kids enough, you find a way.”

“How did having kids so young impact your career? Obviously it didn’t hurt it too much considering you are in your second year driving in Formula 1.”

“Well, I decided I wouldn’t advertise my situation unless a team was very serious about me. Prema knew, Alpine did too and of course McLaren does. All were welcoming and accommodating, as much as they could be. I don’t think I would have gone with any of them if they weren’t cool with it though. I realized the minute my kids were born I would give it all up for them, which scared the hell out of me.”

“That is admirable. All these years later you are still with their mother, correct?”

“Yes! I asked her to marry me over break. Everyone close to us had been confused as to why it took so long but we had discussed marriage together many times and made the decision that because our relationship moved so fast with having kids so young, we would wait a bit. I mean, we are still young but I honestly couldn’t wait any longer. She is everything to me and the most wonderful mother my kids could have.”

“Have your kids been around the paddock yet? I assume they are old enough to understand what you do.”

“They have been to the factory and come with me to meetings when we haven’t had a sitter for them. Luckily, they are both very well behaved in public, they also really like watching the races on tv and have somewhat of an understanding of what I do. They don’t believe I actually drive the car though.” Oscar rumbled. Trying to convince his twins that yes, their father actually does drive the cars they see going super fast, has been an ongoing issue. They seem to believe he is tricking them but have no problem believing Uncle Logan and Uncle Lando drive the cars. It has definitely humbled him immensely.

“Well you will have to fix that soon huh? Will they be attending races in the future?”

“I am trying to work that out with my fiancée actually. They are almost four so we don’t want them traveling too far, I also don’t believe they will be able to be entertained solely by the race the entire time so we have a lot to deal with. But I think seeing them on the paddock supporting me will be one of the best moments of my life. I selfishly can’t wait for them to come.”

The interview wrapped up shortly after that. Getting to reminisce on the start of his relationship and how far they have come and how many wonderful things are in the future put Oscar in a deliriously happy mood. He couldn’t wait to get home to his family. 

Walking through the door, he was immediately welcomed to the sound of toddler meltdowns. Fully entering the house, he saw his very tired fiancée rubbing her face as she tried to calm her babies down. Clearly this had been going on for a while.

Despite how upset she looked, she immediately perked up at seeing Oscar had returned. But that immediately went away as she remembered the screaming kids and how messy the house and herself were.

“Sorry honey, I know you are probably so tired after the interview and meetings earlier and these two missed their nap so they are so cranky and I just-” He cut her off with a kiss. Once he pulled away she looked at him, perplexed. A kiss from Oscar was never unwelcome but it was the last thing she expected at that moment.

“Hey, look at me.” He said as he put a hand on her cheek. “I love you and our little family so much and you never, ever have to apologize for something as trivial as this. Why don’t you go get in the bath and relax a little and I will try to wrangle these two, okay?” 

In her eyes, Oscar had never been hotter than he was now. Now it was her turn to surprise him with a kiss, even more passionate than the first. They would have continued if it hadn’t been for more screaming from their two kids.

Still, Oscar wouldn’t change a thing.

[pierregazly]

the bookworm ꨄ george russell smau

george russell x bookworm/writer!reader

the one where george couldn't be prouder to call you his, even if it seems like the whole world hates you just for doing what you love... even if they don't know the whole truth.

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gisèlerosebooks first time being on any device since my trip with my favourite person ended. the love on collided continues to amaze me, and i'm so extremely honoured to continuously receive so much love from not only the reading community, but many of the formula 1 faithful as well. this is NOT the end of the journey, either. for now, let the formula 1 season begin... and maybe find me at a race or two? 🤭

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gisèlerosebooks oh and to my incredible, amazing, handsome boyfriend, thank you so much for always proofreading my formula 1 terminology and understanding. i promise i'll give you real credit one day.

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lilymhe 🏎🫶🏻

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i had SO much fun writing this!!! i picked george after going down a george rabbit hole again (of course), so i hope you all love it!! thanks for all the love always.

i'm not necessarily taking requests right now, but if you have suggestions please feel free to send them my way.

[norrisleclercf1]

What about your a famous actress and always busy but you take a break to suprise your husband James vowles?

A/N: This is so cute

You loved your job, you loved traveling the world and playing different people. You still remember when you were traveling you were shooting a movie scene when this sport Formula 1 was in town. You still remember when you were ordering coffee and this British guy behind you made a comment.

Turning you couldn't help but giggle and he smiled and you two struck up a conversation. You had given him your number and waved off, wondering if he even knew who you were. Well the very next day as a promo for the movie you went to the race and was asked by Mercedes to be in their garage.

Walking in you met all the people and stopped when you noticed that the cute nerd who made you giggle was right in front of you. And the rest was history. You still remember how he asked you to marry him. He got your favorite coffee order and took you back to the same cafe and had the employees write the message and when you turned around there he was on his knee holding the ring.

Now here you were traveling halfway across the world since you hadn't seen your nerdy handsome husband in so long and you messed him explaining everything to you. Honestly you've messed his accent and the way his hands would ghost over your body and listen to you ramble about your work and how he would get this slight blush when he noticed you staring with this lazy lovely smile when he would ramble.

Pulling up to the GP you smile gently hearing the familiar and comforting rumble of the engines. You hated being late, but after multiple delays and lay overs you could finally see the familiar comfort of Williams blue. Running over you keep quite and stand in the back watching the rest of the race.

You stop and wave a Lily who gives a small nod so not to give you away to the cameras. Seeing that Williams was in the points you smiled brightly as you knew you could run to James and hug him. "He's right there," You jump and notice one of the sweet fans was pointing out your husband to him, broad back and all.

"Thank you darling," You smile and the fan giggles and goes back to their family who waves at you and you wave back. Turning back you hear the roar of the crowd and James and the others slapping each others back cheering.

Moving through the garage you move to the side and see James walking past. Without thinking you hook your fingers into his shirt and pull him into a soft kiss. James's eyes are wide but he smiles when he sees who it is and pulls you deep into arms and bends you down. You giggle into the kiss and he pulls you back up and sighs.

"Love, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be shooting a movie?" He asks and moves you deeper into the shadows, so people wouldn't pry into your private moment. "We're on a break, so I jumped on the first plane here, but I missed the race." You whine and James shakes his head laughing and kisses you again.

"I love you, so much." James whispers and you melt hearing those words. Your big goofy smile has James blushing as you two steal kisses in the garage. "MOM!" You groan hearing the familiar voices of Alex and Logan. "Moment ruined." James chuckles hearing that and you move tackling the boys in a hug hearing the loud clicks of cameras but in this moment you could care less. You were back home with your little family.

[elia-the-bibliophile]

Illicit Affairs (Carlos Sainz Jr x Female Reader)

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1,3k

Intro: In the world of Formula 1, where every turn holds the promise of glory or heartbreak, she was just another face in the crowd. Against all odds, they find themselves drawn into an illicit affair that defies the constraints of their world where every stolen moment could lead to their downfall.

“Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return”

She slipped away from the bustling paddock, a hood shrouding her features as she navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Monte Carlo with practiced stealth.

With every step, her heart raced in tandem with the revving engines outside, a symphony of anticipation echoing in her ears. She dared not raise her eyes, afraid they would give away the clandestine mission she is doing.

“Just out for some fresh air," she muttered to herself repeatedly.

Rehearsing the lie she would feed her unsuspecting friends upon her return. Yet beneath the veil of secrecy, her cheeks burned with a flush of excitement, the thrill of their forbidden rendezvous moves her forward into the waiting embrace of dusk.

“Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots”

There he is, determination evident in the focused lines of his face, that you can't help but admire. In your mind, you envision him telling himself he can always stop, but you know he never will—not until he's crossed the finish line.

What started as a harmless fascination between a driver and his race engineer swiftly turned into something dangerous, all consuming. Both of them never intended it to go this far.

A voice interrupts your reverie, pulling you back from the depths of your thoughts. "Lost in your mind again, are we?" The familiar timbre of Carlos's voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you turn to face him, unable to suppress the warmth that floods your cheeks.

"It's hard not to get caught up in you," you reply, a playful twinkle dancing in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

Carlos chuckles, a sound that resonates like music in your ears. "Care to share those brilliant thought of yours, cariño?” he says, his smile lighting up his features.

“For you? Always”, you replied while caressing the stubble on his jaw.

On the paddock, in front of all those people they were nothing but mere acquaintance. But right here in this deserted parking lot, she can pretend all she wants. They can be anything they would like to be, away from prying eyes.

“And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It's born from just one single glance

But it dies, and it dies, and it dies

A million little times”

In the dimly lit corner of the Ferrari garage, you find yourselves locked in a yet another tryst, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

“This... this can't keep going on," Carlos murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze fixed on yours with a longing that mirrors your own. "We both know it's risky." Yet his actions don’t mirror his words, as his hands keep on embracing you, his chin settled on top of your head as he towers a good few inches above you.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the right words. "I know… but I just can't help it," you confess, your voice tinged with regret.

Carlos reaches out, his fingers brushing against your lashes in a fleeting touch that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "I feel it too," he admits, his voice heavy with resignation. "But we're playing with fire, tesoro, and sooner or later, someone’s going to get burned. I don’t want that to be you.”

You swallow hard, the weight of his words settling like a stone in the pit of your stomach. "I understand," you whisper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

For a moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent embrace, clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it.

But even as you cling to this fleeting moment of bliss, you both know that the flame of your affair is destined to flicker and fade, extinguished by the harsh reality of the world outside.

“And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors

You know I can't see with anyone else”

“—Mi corazón…”

As the weight of reality threatens to crush the fragile sanctuary you've built, a surge of defiance rises within you, fueled by the intensity of your emotions.

"Don't…” you whisper fiercely, your voice trembling with determination. "Stop calling me that.”

Carlos's gaze softens, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes as he realizes the extent of the turmoil he's brought upon you. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you. Please believe me, Y/N.”

You take a step back, the sting of his words slicing through the haze of emotion that clouds your mind. "Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me," you exclaim, gesturing to yourself, trying to hold back the emotions that threatens to consume you whole. "I don’t even recognize myself anymore, this pathetic woman who’s constantly begging for scraps.”

For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the rapid beat of your heart. And then, with a sense of finality, you turn away, your resolve hardening with each step you take. "I can't do this anymore," you whisper, your voice barely a breath against the tumultuous winds of change. "Not like this."

“Amor please… I beg you,” Your resolve wavers seeing him like this. This magnificent man almost drop to his knees for someone so ordinary. His chocolate orbs glinting with unshed tears.

Yet you managed to walk away.

“And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times”

With each step away from Carlos, the weight of his absence bears down on you, a heavy burden you carry willingly despite the pain it inflicts. "I am doing this for him," you murmur, your voice cracking with emotion, "He’ll understand someday."

From the sidelines, you watch as the crowd erupts in cheers, celebrating Carlos's first-place win. His smile shines like a beacon of victory, his arms wrapped around Rebecca, in a tender embrace.

They're a vision of happiness, their laughter mingling with the sounds of celebration that fill the air. As they bask in the glow of the spotlight, you can't help but marvel at the undeniable image that they project—a golden couple through and through. A star driver and his model girlfriend. It's a scene straight out of the front cover of a magazine. Headline worthy.

Carlos's gaze suddenly finds yours amidst the sea of faces. For a moment, time seems to stand still as your eyes lock in a silent exchange, a spark of recognition igniting in the depths of his gaze. It's as if the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of shared understanding—a fleeting connection that transcends the chaos of the celebration unfolding around you.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the moment is shattered by the resumption of the festivities. Carlos turns back to Rebecca, he plastered on another wide smile as he pulls her close once more. But for you, the memory of that fleeting glance lingers like a bittersweet echo, a reminder of the love that once burned oh so brightly between you—a love that now exists only in the recesses of your heart, a distant memory of what could have been.

You can't help but feel a twinge of bittersweet longing—back to just mere weeks ago, when he held the same sweet look in his eyes for only you. Or so that’s what you’d like to tell yourself.

That’s the thing about illicit affairs.

[doromoni]

Clash of Champions | LH44 , MV1

Act 2 . Part 4 : A Driver’s Stratagem

Ships : Lewis Hamilton x Engineer! Reader , Max Verstappen x Engineer! Reader

Genre : Drama , Angst , Romance

Warning : Morally Grey Characters , Dark Characters, Forced Drug Use , Swearing

A/N : This one took so much revisions , I swear, I put more effort and dedication into this than my Uni papers.

Summary : The rivalry between the titans of Formula 1 goes off track and only one will reign victorious

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Act 2. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The air hummed with adrenaline and the roaring sounds of engines filled the entire circuit— as the smell of synthetic oil wafted each corner of the grid.

It was finally Sunday — it was race day. It was the day to see how truly monstrous your dynamic with the Dutch Red Bull Driver was. It was the day to make Mercedes rue the days they’d taken you for granted.

It was time to make sure that Max Verstappen would become a World Champion.

Red Bull’s garage buzzed with the sound of drills and chatters of mechanics as they set up spare parts for the cars. Everything was like clockwork, every action smooth and practiced.

It was an hour till the cars were brought out to the grid, with Max’s car placed in first— right on pole. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Toto’s face, red from anger. You could still hear his deranged shouts and banging on unsuspecting headsets on tables.

With final checks on the pit wall; ensuring that whatever happens you’ll never be cut from Max’s radio. The memory of Mercedes‘ betrayal had made you paranoid, even when no one from RB had shown shown anything sketchy.

Nevertheless, it was still your first race with Max, anything and anyone can change anytime. You wouldn’t make the same mistake of trusting anyone that easily.

So engrossed with your thoughts and triple checking on the data on your station, that you didn’t realize Max’s presence behind you

“Well hello there pretty engineer “ And suddenly, you were engulfed by strong arms from behind. Max’s lips briefly met your own as you looked over your shoulder and up at the racer.

You both knew that you were supposed to be keeping things lowkey, however Max couldn’t care less when there were no cameras around — He didn’t care if cameras were present or not but out of respect for you, he kept the PDA to a minimum. You were his girlfriend and he needs everyone to know and back off, whenever he can.

“Hi, babe! I was just about to go see you. I just need to finish checking your stats” you explained to your boyfriend as you proceeded to point out something on your screen. You found the extra hundredths of the second in the track and began to fully explain every detail to the Dutch driver.

“I love it when you get all nerdy with me, Schat. “ Max suddenly interjected, a fond smile on his face as he gazed down at you.

Your cheeks grew redder by the second. A shy smile on your lips as your eyes avoided Max's eyes. You were used to people rolling their eyes at your intellect at Mercedes. Now with Max openly admiring you… you didn’t know how to respond.

“ Are you getting shy with me, Schat? How adorable can you be” Max laughed as he let go of your waist from behind, then held your cheeks together and looked directly at your steadily growing red face.

“Shut up! Don’t make me throw your race, Max Verstappen” You bluffed with the Red Bull driver a loving smile on your face, smacking your hand to his arms.

“Whatever happened to keep work and our personal lives separate? Huh, Schat?” You rolled your eyes to your cheeky boyfriend’s sass.

Oh boy, how you were starting to fall deeper for the Dutch Driver.

“Well I’m not the one who can’t keep my hands to myself in the office , now am I?” You sassed back.

“Well my girlfriend is hot and smart, how could I resist?” You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend’s audacity.

“ you’re unbelievable! Aren’t you supposed to be resting and getting inside your driver's room? “ You asked as you spun your chair fully towards Max, him now in between your legs.

“I know, but I wanted to see you first. How are you feeling, Y/N? You ready for the race?” Your heart melted as Max took your hand in his and squeezed it for comfort.

“ I should be the one asking you that, Max.” You cooed at him as tears glazed your eyes. He was the one fighting for the championship and risking his life on track — yet he was concerned over you.

“ I’m ready. Thank you for trusting me as your engineer. Let’s give them hell” You grinned towards the Champion contender of Red Bull.

Max couldn’t help but capture your lips in his at the sight of you. He only dreamed of you looking at him like this. The look you once gave to Lewis Hamilton. The look of love and devotion. Now it was aimed at him.

However, unknown to the both of you a person clad in a black team uniform had been recording the entire encounter.

***

The hour flew by fast, and it was now time to race in the pinnacle of motorsport.

Max was strapped down in his car, helmet on and visor down — your voice in his ear ready to command. Max had zeroed in, all attention was ahead of him and nothing else.

While you were in your element, the Red Bull headset firmed on your head. As your co-engineers continue to exchange data amongst the team.

“ 1 minute to start Max” you echoed the time on your screen.

“Copy, Y/N. Let’s give them hell” Max’s voice held assurance. He was not just saying it. He was promising it.

“30 seconds, Max. Keep safe out there yeah? 10 seconds”

“5 seconds”

As the lights go out, Crofty delivers his famous lines. The race had begun and in the blink of an eye — 20 race cars had flown past the pit walls that held all race engineers and team principals.

As the green flag was waved the 1st lap of the 56-lap race began.

Max and Lewis showed no mercy to each other, already butting heads from the very start. Max was shoved out of the track by Hamilton. Lewis held the lead with Max not far in his tail.

“Max, keep it steady. We are going for strat 2” you calmly echoed towards the driver. You knew Max was pissed, but you had a plan for this.

“Copy, Y/N. Strat 2 is good” Max had replied.

The race had gone on with Lewis still in the lead. You knew that your old team was cherishing every second of it.

Yet you had everything pat down and you just needed to trust the data and Max’s ability to deliver. And that trust had solidified at lap 26, Max had been once again in the lead with fresher tires.

The race was starting to finish, it was the 2nd to the last lap. Hamilton was just 1.94 seconds behind Verstappen.

Your eyes darted towards the drivers on the grid, Max was fast approaching Mick’s lapped Haas. The Haas car looked like it was not going to move anytime soon.

And you were right as Max had complained on the radio.

“Michael should move out of the way.” At Max’s input — you’ve already sent the memo to Haas.

As Mick’s car gave way, Max zoomed past with Lewis right behind the Red Bull car— hopefully trying to gain p1.

Yet as the chequered flag had approached, Max had kept everything calm and cool — and in the blink of an eye, Max had crossed the finish line.

Cheers erupted from all corners of Red Bull. A huge grin on your face as Christian Horner shook your shoulder from the side.

Max had won! You were successful in leading him to victory. The relief washed over you like water on a blistering hot day. The motor world had seen you succeed outside of Mercedes — your talent didn’t just rely on Lewis.

Y/N L/N had led another driver towards victory. And you had proved that this was not a fluke or by chance.

Not when, Max had won the next race in Mexico. This time Max had won from 3rd place in the grid. And with 15 seconds to spare from Lewis.

“Max Verstappen! You’ve won Mexico! My goodness, and with a 15-second lead. You’re incredible! “ You praised your boyfriend openly astonished at his raw talent.

“Simply Lovely, Y//N! Wow! Your strategy was flawless, Thank you for that! From p3 to p1! Thank you everyone” Max’s voice echoed out of your earphones.

As you celebrated Max’s win on the podium —You were then informed that you were to be interviewed by Sky Sports right after. You had asked who was hosting. And the name of your ex-driver was said. Nico Rosberg.

You never thought of the possibility of talking to Nico again. Not after everything in Mercedes, not when your once close relationship with the German driver had been torn to pieces.

You admit that you had made mistakes, huge ones, both of you did. But you cannot deny that you missed him.

You were starting to get nervous and you had started to overthink, but your attention was drawn back towards Max.

He looked majestic up on that podium. It looked almost natural that he was on top.

The Dutch national anthem played, and you found his eyes on you. Your heart had skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but smile. A calming sensation drew over you. Negative thoughts left your mind as Max had overridden each one.

And to the surprise of the world, in front of live television, all cameras panned on him.

His lips echoed the words

“I Love You, Y/N ” his eyes still locked in yours.

Your surprise was an understatement, but your entire being felt like you were floating. You felt so much joy - you felt so much love. You felt seen and cherished

A piece of you had been healed by Max’s actions. Max had just done what Lewis could never do - He had shown the world that you were his and he was yours. Your eyes held tears as the smile on your face grew.

And you echoed back.

“I Love you too. “

As the anthem reached its final note. Champagnes then sprayed all over the podium, and into your section with your team below.

Everyone in Red Bull was enjoying the celebration including you, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You searched for the person, you looked around and saw nothing.

But then you looked up, your eyes caught Lewis’. You saw pain, confusion and anger. His eyes used to make you back down — but not anymore.

You held his gaze, never looking away. You saw his jaw clench as he was forced to look away. Your eyes sight drew back towards Max, he was already looking at you with a look of question.

It was not one of doubt, but just plain curiosity. You knew that he trusted you. So you once again mouthed words to the Dutch driver.

“I’ll tell you later”

***

Later came quickly, as you and Max had been lounging inside his motorhome. Both are now clean yet exhausted after the shower you both took. Both of you took more than a shower inside that bathroom and you were sure that everyone had heard.

Nevertheless, neither you nor Max cared as adrenaline, emotions, and passion overtook both your senses.

You were now both presentable and dressed in comfier team uniforms. You and Max had occupied the small bed inside his driver's room. Max’s arms draped over your waist and your back gently laid on his chest.

“I’m being interviewed by Nico later” you blurted out.

“Really? Well, are you ok with doing it?” Max had questioned. Max knew everything that had happened inside Mercedes. Every betrayal and every crime that they’ve done to you. And that included your past with both drivers.

“Honestly, I miss him. Max” your voice broke as you said those words aloud. Max was the only person you got to tell about Nico. Everyone in Mercedes had hated him after he’d left and you knew Lewis despised him so you’ve always kept to yourself about how much you’ve missed your big brother figure.

When you started in F1, Nico Rosberg was your first driver and you were a junior engineer in his team. It was the year 2011 and you were just a rookie, everyone had given you no attention and kept pushing you aside, but Nico had seen you and put you under his wing.

The two of you became closer and closer as the year went on. You’ve been to his house, met his girlfriend and family and even celebrated his birthdays.

Then 2012 came, and you had grown and flourished; you had climbed the ladder in such a short amount of time —you were set to become Nico’s lead race engineer for the next year to come. At that point, you had thought that your bond with Nico would be strong forever.

That was until 2013 came. Lewis Hamilton was enlisted to Join Mercedes AMG F1. Nico was delighted to have his childhood friend on the team — much so that he introduced the two of you.

You didn’t like Lewis at first and Nico knew that and he laughed at you; saying that you weren’t going to be having much interaction with Lewis anyway since you were going to be his engineer.

And when you were announced to be Lewis’ lead race engineer — you were dumbfounded. Your eyes looked for Nico’s familiar figure but you didn’t find even his silhouette.

You felt betrayed and angry at Nico. You thought that he was the one who chose to remove you from his team. Your anger and resentment towards your supposed brother had just continued to fester— as he continued to grow distant from you.

And your emotions had drawn you to the arms of Lewis Hamilton. You’ve sought solitude in the embrace of a man in a relationship and Nico had been the only one to see this.

Then he had confronted you and had warned you to stay clear of Lewis. In your anger, so many harsh and cutting words were said — you had targeted all of his insecurities and you instantly felt regret as you let go of the words you didn’t mean.

That encounter had fully severed your relationship with Nico. You tried to apologize, but every time you tried shame filled all your senses and you just turned the other way instead.

2014 came and he got married. You waited for your invitation but it never came — you broke down once again. 2016 had been brutal, as you watched the love of your life and the brother you cherished killing each other on the track.

Nico won that year, you were secretly so happy for him. He did deserve it. Then Nico announced his retirement, and that was when you knew you had missed your chance to mend your broken relationship.

“Go talk to him. If what you told me was true, I’m sure he misses you too. He’s probably waiting for you to make the first move” Max’s words had brought peace within you and you knew what he said was right.

“Well he is a diva, “ you said jokingly. You knew that it should be you to apologize first. And it seemed that you were given the chance to right your wrongs.

“That’s Britney for you” You laughed at Max’s teasing words. Nico hated being called that, but when it came to you — he didn’t mind.

Suddenly you remembered the texts Lewis sent you last race ago. And you decided that Max should probably know it — you didn’t want to keep secrets from him.

“Babe, I need to tell you something about Lewis” You took your phone out and showed the concerning texts Lewis had sent you to the Red Bull driver.

“Holy Shit” Max’s eyes grew large as he went to read the conversation between you and Lewis

“ Right? This is so concerning. Should I tell Christian about this?” Your fingers fidgeted over your phone, as you surveyed Max’s expression.

Confusion, Puzzlement and Shock had shown itself in Max’s expression. You were about to question Max if he knew anything about that party with the other drivers when a knock and the voice of an RB personnel stopped you.

“Ms. Y/N? It's time for your interview in the paddock, we need to go now. You’ll go live in 10 minutes”

“I’ll be out now” You quickly stood up from Max’s embrace and checked yourself out in the mirror in Max’s bathroom.

You looked back at your boyfriend who was still on his bed.

“We’re continuing this conversation later, babe” You went near him chastity kissed his lips, and wiped the excess lipstick that transferred to his skin.

“ Sure, Schat. Don’t be scared of Nico alright? “ Max had reminded you, as he tucked a loose hair in your ear. You nodded your head and gave Max one last peck.

As you went out the door. Max’s facade quickly warped into coldness and irritability. Hamilton was getting in the way again.

Max then recalled his conversation with Toto Wolff.

“ This wasn’t in the deal, Wolff! “ Max hollered at the Austrian team principal.

“You wanted them to break up right?! And I don’t want Lewis anywhere near L/N. Lewis isn’t giving up, he wants her back” Toto had stated back to the Red Bull driver. As he nursed scotch in his hand, swirling the drink.

“I know that! I need them apart. But come on?!! You want to roofie your driver? Are you fucking insane?!”

“ OF COURSE I DON'T!! I have no other option! All of Lewis’ attention has been on getting L/N back, he’s fucking slacking. I need Y/N to break Lewis… fully. I need him angry — and what more than her going to the enemy? The girl is already leaving — yet still causing trouble for my fucking team”

“You’re crazy Wolff. Aren’t you worried that she’ll work with me and deny the 8th championship from you?”

“She’s already in your team, the bitch moves fast. And no I'm not worried, a girl like her can’t amount to her success. I’m sure she’ll drag you down”

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that! I swear I’ll break this glass and shove it down your throat, Wolff. We’re not friends, you’re still a piece of shit — fucking remember that.” Max suddenly threw the whiskey glass just behind Toto’s head. No ounce of fear nor regret in the Dutch driver.

“Well? What do you say Verstappen? I’ll have my people slip Lewis a pill then you’ll swoop right in and get your chance with the girl” Toto cleared his throat, taken aback by Max’s sudden show of aggression

“Do it. Drug Hamilton, I’ll do the rest. Y/N won't be Lewis’ problem. Nothing should come out of this room, you hear me, Wolff?” Max gritted out.

“ It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Max Verstappen. “

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[adventuringblind]

Hi!

can you do a fic w/ Oscar where the reader is a PhD student so they can’t really go to any of the races so fans online are DRAGGING her by saying she’s a bad gf, Oscar should cheat on her, and she doesn’t deserve him etc. Maybe she has like an identity crisis at a race and is questioning everything so Oscar is there to comfort and reassure her?

I’m sorry this is very long!

also I love your writing :)

The Psychology of Fans

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst if you squint

Request: omg I love this idea, specifically because I am a student. Also send me ideas plz 🙏. I don't think y'all understand the excitement it brings me to make something that you enjoy :)

Summary: it's a busy time in readers life working on her PhD in psychology. She wants to support Oscar as much as possible but is struggling to find the time. The fans take notice of her lack of presence and start tearing her down because of it.

Warnings: Toxic fans, panic attacks

Notes: written in third person. This one was challenging, but fun to write!

Masterlist

Everything had been going amazing for the couple. She was starting her PhD in psychology, and Oscar had signed with McLaren for a seat. They were ecstatic for eachother.

They had their own dynamic that worked for them. Spending time together when they could but being patient with the other if things didn't go to plan.

When they started dating, she had requested that her socials and information remain private. She didn't care if people knew they were dating. She just didn't want to deal with the fans and media while she was deep in her studies.

Things between them were great. Oscar tried to keep things as private as he could. It was simple during his formula 2 career when they started dating. There weren’t as many people watching his every step.

His fan base grew exponentially as soon as he signed with McLaren. All the sudden people were everywhere asking for pictures and autographs. All the while, people were asking about his dating life. They were asking questions about her.

When the Australian Grand Prix came around, she made sure she was there to see it. She wanted to support Oscar and his first formula 1 race. It was an exciting moment for him and you wanted to share it together.

The cameras and fans were relentless and ridiculous, in her opinion. Their was never a moment of peace since they wanted to know everything about Oscar and his guest.

After everything was said and done, the fans took nicely to her and Oscar. It was relieving for both of you. It gave the press team less to worry about. Not that either would have cared, but it was nice knowing he wouldn’t had to hear about it in meetings.

School had started picking up the pace. McLaren was struggling this season. It left both of them stressed and longing for each other. She wanted to support him more then what she was but her schedule didn’t allow for it.

Sometimes she would travel with Oscar but didn’t go to the track. It was a small gesture that he appreciated. He didn’t care where she was as long as she was cheering for him.

The fans had taken notice of her lack of attendance. Coming up with their own assumptions about why she wasn’t there. Calling her names that were untrue and hurtful

“Oscar deserves better.”

“Bet she just wants a top driver.”

“Maybe she has other guys when he’s gone.”

It was driving her insane. She knew it shouldn’t get under her skin, but it did. Oscar did deserve someone who could support him full time. Who cheered him on at every race. It was causing her more stress then she could manage.

She decided not to tell Oscar. The idea of burdening him anymore made her feel sick.

~

It was now the British Grand Prix and she had decided to go and support Oscar despite the work that was piling up on her plate. He had gotten new upgrades on his car and she was saying prayers that they worked.

She practically fell over when he finished fourth. Screaming in joy for the Australian who had been working so hard.

It was on their way out that everything seemed to fall apart.

Fans wanted pictures and the cameras were still in his face. He tried to shied the girl beside him from it, pulling into his side while he walked. It was then he heard what they were saying. Heat rising to his face.

“If you’re not going to say something nice then let us through please.” Oscar pushed past everyone and forced his way to their car.

He held her close that night and reassured her that they were spewing lies. This if they were acting like that then they weren’t real fans.

~

Oscar was shocked when she came to the Hungarian Grand Prix. He knew she was stressed about school. He saw the dark circles under her eyes. But she is absolutely determined.

Peoples criticism was getting worse by the day. Oscar had started to catch on since his PR team was now bringing it up but he didn’t want to push her.

It was the end of qualifying. Another success from Oscar. A success she didn’t get to see despite all her best efforts.

The thought of what everyone was saying ran wild in her head. An interaction with a few fans left her devastated. They were saying she was only here now because Oscar is doing well. How she should support him through it all. How he could do better then her. How he deserved more.

She was sobbing now. Her mind screaming insecurities. Her breath uneven and her hands clutching her head as she tried to block out the voices.

Oscar had been looking for her after the press conference. He wanted nothing more then to hold her in his arms and celebrate his achievement. He’d been looking for ten minutes with no sign of her.

He tried calling and texting, but had yet to receive an answer. Worry started to settle in his chest. His efforts now expedited only to run right into Lando.

“Have you seen y/n anywhere?” Oscar asks the Brit.

Lando, however, was out of breath. He had run around trying to find Oscar for a few minutes. “I heard her in your driver room. She sounds awful mate.”

Oscar didn’t waste a second moving in that direction. He felt a bit stupid for not having checked there first.

It didn’t take him long until he was swinging open the door to reveal her curled up on the floor. Her hands over her ears and body shaking.

He crouches down next to her. Slowly so he doesn’t scare her.

Sue didn't notice his presence. She couldn't even see her surroundings. Everything was going dark and she knew she needed to breathe or she would lose consciousness.

She heard faint yelling. "Lando!"

It was Oscar's voice. The sound almost drew her back to reality. But the dark confines of her mind had too much of a grip.

Oscar was ready to go into his own panicked state, but he needed to remain calm. He hears Lando slide into the doorway. His face dropping immediately now that he can actually see her.

Oscar takes her into his arms. Her curled up body was now placed between his legs. Her back against his chest.

She was completely absent. She wanted to protest and understand what was happening, but the fear of letting the voices in made her refrain from doing so.

It was difficult for Oscar to stay calm. He'd never seen her like this. He ran his fingers gently up and down her back. He uses his leg to push hers closer to the ground. Her body is trying to fight his, but the lack of air in her lungs makes it difficult.

Oscar wraps his arms around her now, pulling her further into him. Still trying every tech he knows to soothe her.

Lando came back with water and made his best attempt at coaching him through this.

She still was struggling to breathe, which concerned them both. Her hands gripped her head so hard he could see little spots of crimson in crescent shapes.

"Talk to her, mate. It might help her get out of her head."

Oscar nodded his head at Lando's suggestion. The Brit then ran off again to investigate what happened.

Instead of holding her around her middle, Oscar switched his tactics. Moving his hands to slip underneath hers. The little specks of blood now decorate his fingers.

Her mind was trying to grasp onto anything to bring her back. The thoughts are doing their best to pull her back under. She knows Oscar is there. She tries to ground herself with his touch.

He's repeating his words - a prayer falling from his lips willing her back to him. "I've got you. I'm here. Breathe. You're safe."

She tries to slow her erratic heart. Her body has been dry heaving and coughing from the sheer amount of static.

She finds the feeling in her arms and legs come back, using it to push herself further into Oscar. Then, finally, she can feel the thick cloud that has taken hold of her mind to start to filter through. The end of the tunnel in sight.

Her body practically goes limp. Oscar holds her up and leans her head on his chest. Trying to soothe the female in his lap.

Everything in her body hurts, but her lungs are finally getting some reprieve. She takes in the situation around her. Oscar's comforting touch keeps her present.

Her body stops trembling. Only little hiccups now escape as the tears slow. It hurts Oscar to see her like this. She looks broken and he dosen't know how he didn't catch it sooner.

"I'm sorry" falls from her lips. He just shushs her and continues to stroke her arm. "You deserve better than me."

Oscar is taken aback by her admission. He was too stunned to stop her before she continued on. "Other girls can be there to support you. They aren't as busy with school. They are prettier and can travel with you, and you wouldn't have to worry about them cheating -"

Oscar shifts them around until he can see her face. Her puffy teary eyes shattering him. He holds her face in his hands. “Other girls aren’t you.”

She can’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes again. A flurry of emotions tries to take hold once again.

“Who gave you that idea?”

She shakes her head. Willing him to ask anything else. Panic again rising into her throat as caught wrack her body. She tried to pull away from him. Her body starting to close in on itself again at the memories.

Oscar doesn’t let it happen. Holding her in place firmly yes every one of his touches are gentle and loving. He silently wills Lando to come back faster. His teammate has dealt with anxiety and would know better then him what to do.

“It’s okay, Love. We don’t have to talk about it.” He soothes and reassures her until her body goes lax agains his once again. Put exhaustion takes over and she can’t will herself to stay coherent and conscious any longer.

Oscar is relieved when she falls asleep on him. Her breathing becomes even and her body now relaxes.

Lando reappeared in the doorway ten minutes later; Out of breath and drenched in sweat. “Mate, you’re not gonna like this.”

~

The two boys moved the girl to the small couch and draped her against it gently.

Oscar was trying to hold in his rage. He wanted to storm out of the motor home and unleash his anger on everyone who ever said a word against his girl. The girl he loves. The one he chose and trusts and is ridiculously proud of. Her accomplishments deserve to be praised, not torn down by those who call themselves fans.

Lando had warned him against it. It would be a PR mess and might actually cause her more anxiety. So he bit his tongue and put on the Oscar everyone was used to seeing.

He practically sped through all his media duties. Wanting nothing more then to see that he got her back to the hotel room. Back to a safe environment where she could open up to him.

Oscar was done quickly and back in his room and changed within an hour. The woman asleep on the couch still breathing evenly.

He knew he didn’t need to, but he waited for Lando. The Brit had offered to help him get her back safely and fend off any media who tried to talk to them.

He welcomed the fact that they were distracted. Not caring much as passerby’s gave him weird looks.

~

She woke up in a foreign place. She distinctly remembers being at the track. Regardless, she couldn’t help but sink into the comfort.

Oscar her her shifting around. Gently seating himself next to her on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She rasped. Her throat both sore and dry from her earlier wailing.

“Please don’t panic-“ he places a hand over hers. “- Lando told me what happened. We’ve both made statements about it and the PR team is doing the rest. Everyone agrees it isn’t right.”

A weight felt like it was being lifted of her chest. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s my job to make sure things like this don’t happen. I love you so much and I hated seeing you like this. I don’t car in anyone else sees it. I see it and I see you. And you want to know what I see?”

She shoot him a quizzical look, curious as to where he’s going with this.

He smiles. The smiles that makes her feel warm. The smile that make heat rise to her face.

“The greatest thing I could have ever asked for.l

[maxarchive]

2024 L'Équipe Interview, "I always need to improve."

This fascinating dive into the heart of a champion's life, through his words, reveals the warm and endearing man described by those who know him intimately. A 26-year-old man, different from the one we have become accustomed to seeing over the years, this wild and cold beast who leaves no room for improvisation and feeling.

At your press briefing, you said you'd rather talk about your car than non-sporting problems. So, how is this RB20? It's great. I felt comfortable in it straight away. I'd say it was more of an evolution, an improvement on the previous car.

Is that so? Despite all the exterior changes, are your driving feelings close to those of last year? It's even a little better, a little more natural. And that's great.

Did you feel it as soon as you got into the car during winter testing? You can never be sure right from the first run, but I could see from the start that it was well balanced and, above all, that I could set a good time straight away. That's a sign that the car will be fast! After that, you have to know where the competition stands. We don't know how the others have worked.

Did you have the same feeling with the RB19 in early 2023? Pretty much, yes. There were a couple of things to sort out, but nothing dramatic.

Of all the Red Bulls you've driven driven since 2016, is there one that you like the most? The most fun were those of the previous generation (before the 2022 ground effect regulations).

The one from 2021? Exactly (his face lights up). The car was great, it was responsive. Today, they've become heavy, wide and long.

But do you like them all the same? When you're driving the best car on the grid, when it's a Formula 1 car, of course (he laughs).

Weren't those 2021 cars a little on the edge? Didn't they force you to make mistakes sometimes? (He reflects.) No, I don't think so. We managed to make the most of it, and then there was this philosophy, this way of to make it sharper (his hand mimics the diving single-seater like Red Bull used to design its single-seaters). I loved it.

Are you having more trouble today? (He smiles.) No… I don't care. I can adapt. But these 2021 cars, they went faster through the slow corners, they moved better. I was having more fun.

When they say you can drive any car, what would you do at the wheel of a Haas (last team in the standings last year)? (He smiles.) I don't think I'd win a race.

Not even a podium? Normally not (he reflects). Probably not. But I'd try do a better job than anyone else, that's for sure. After that, if the car is slow, it's slow.

It seems that since the advent of ground effect cars, you've been unbeatable. Do these single-seaters require special driving techniques and do you adapt better to them? I don't think so. If I'm successful, it's because I've got a great team around me who have built these fabulous cars. We had a bit of trouble getting back to the top with the old generation, but by 2021, we'd figured it out. And by 2022, things were looking up.

So, no change in style? Of course not. The cars have changed, and so have the tires. But we're adapting.

In what way? The car is heavier so I can't rely on it as much. The tires are wider, which means less visibility. The suspensions are so hard that we have to work on a new way of attacking the curbs.

Does that take time? Yes, it does. But it's the same for everyone.

Last week, Pierre Waché, the designer of the RB20, told us he really appreciated your technical feedback, that it allowed the team to progress. What do you have to ask him today, when you crushed the first race? Every car has its weaknesses and it takes time to overcome them. We haven't driven on enough tracks yet to tell you. Last year, it was the street circuits. This year, I'll tell you later, but I'd say they're details.

You give the impression of always having had a steering wheel in your hands. What's your first memory? (Instantly.) I was 3 years old and rode a mini moto.

And in a car? In August 2013, in Wales, on a Formula Renault 2-liter on the Pembrey circuit. It was my first experience in a single-seater. Something very different from karting. It took me a while to adjust my behavior and reflexes. I had no experience of tires, especially as it was raining. It was raining hard. The first few laps were a bit hard, and I spun a few times, but after that I had a blast. I had Michelin tyres which are excellent in these conditions. I just loved it.

Everything seems easy when you talk about driving. I was lucky enough to have a father who helped me a lot and gave me lots of advice. And the best thing was to let myself go and find the limit of the car.

Do you think your success can be explained by the talent or hard work you've put in to progress? Some people are more gifted than others. It's the same in soccer. The first day I drove a go-kart, I smiled (his eyes sparkle). And I haven't stopped since. The helmet (he mimes putting it on), I didn't take it off all day. I knew it was what I wanted to do.

This winter, you went GT racing with your father. Can't you stop stop driving? It's my passion. I also love the simulator. It's important because by changing cars all the time, you can adapt more quickly to the changes in F1. I need to try things out; I always need to improve. And I love making a car go faster (he smiles).

Alain Prost confided to us that his last year in F1, in 1993, was a very tense one, when he was favourite for the title with the best car in the field. Now, for your fourth title, you find yourself in a similar situation. How do you see this season? I'm not asking myself that question. If I don't win, I look for the reason why. Is it my fault? Then I'll correct the mistake. It's not my fault, so I'm going to help the team improve our performance. You can never win it all.

Is that why your duel with Lewis Hamilton in 2021 will surely go down as one of the greatest seasons in Formula 1 history? I know you're not going to agree with me (he smiles). But, in my eyes, the best was last year. People saw it as a one-sided domination, but you don't measure the degree of involvement of every member of the team in achieving this amazing result (21 wins out of a possible 22 for Red Bull, 19 for Verstappen). It's something I'm very proud of. It must have seemed boring to some people, but I don't care (his hands make a helpless gesture). I'm here to judge my performance and that of the team. And 2023 was the best season ever. The 2021 season doesn't even come close.

Translated via DeepL

[amakumos]

enhypen as f1 fans - headcanons.

SYNOPSIS. enhypen as f1 fans this is literally just it

GENRE. probably just crack

AUTHOR'S NOTE. this is literally just for fun and i love lando norris. lmk what else you would want to add if u like f1 and enha... let me know what types of fans theyd be... not tagging taglist in this cuz its not that serious of a fic

LEE HEESEUNG. ★

favourite team: aston martin

favourite track: spa-francorchamps

favourite driver: fernando alonso / lewis hamilton

heeseung also gives me the vibe that he likes red bull as well! i think he definitely wouldn't be mad if a rb driver won, but would prefer drivers from his favourite team

he's definitely gone to races before. occasionally buys paddock passes.

had the time of his life in the first half of the 2023 season when aston was good... after the upgrades (more like downgrades) he's been going through it...

but i think he'd still have hope.

the kind of guy to quit watching the race if his favourite driver dnfs

buys merch like a crazy person

loves fernando’s tiktok account with a burning passion. probably uses them as reaction memes in the gc

will lose his shit when fernando or lewis retires.

has a soft spot for oscar

bashes his head against the wall when his fav driver has a slow pitstop

the kind of guy to yell at the tv when the result outcome is terrible

"i'm never watching formula 1 again" he says when his fav doesn't make it to the points... and then proceeds to turn the tv back on the next race week

probably has a selfie with his fav driver (and probably cried a little bit after)

uses that video of fernando's celebration dance as a way to get out of awkward conversations

the first guy to like fernando's new tiktoks whenever they r posted

JAY PARK. ★

favourite team: mercedes

favourite track: circuit of the americas

favourite driver: lewis hamilton / sebastian vettel

honestly i feel like everyone in enha loves lewis

lost his shit when seb retired

i think he also likes nico rosberg as well. seems like a brocedes guy (he sheds tears every time someone brings brocedes up tho)

would sacrifice his right lung for another lewis hamilton win

would gladly help seb build his bee hotels in suzuka

paddock passes every time when he goes and watches f1.

probably has selfies with every driver that he likes

hes just a mercedes guy through and through

he's loyal to his team! if ur a mercedes driver, jay loves u AUTOMATICALLY.

probably died a bit on the inside when george and lewis had contact on turn 1 in qatar 2023

not a red bull fan. im sorry

but he sometimes thinks about turning into a red bull fan because life as a red bull fan is much less depressing compared to being a merc fan

misses the merc domination era

probably on f1twt and is famous there

people know him for having selfies w the drivers and always buying paddock passes. he's a rich guy what can i say

another guy who yells at the screen during a race

whenever merc has disappointing strategies he just sighs and thinks: "i could do a better job"

JAKE SIM. ★

favourite team: ferrari

favourite track: monza / monaco

favourite driver: charles leclerc

SOMEBODY SAVE THIS MAN????

he goes through it every single weekend. every weekend he is constantly disappointed by ferrari and at this point he is considering to quit watching f1

only cares about charles. loves that man with his life

he also likes oscar and danny ric as well, because they're australian

you know how every italian man is in love with charles? they post stuff on their story like "met my husband😍" and it's a pic of them and charles? that's jake. he is him

jake reminds me of that one fan who made charles a pizza and gave it to him in person. like that’s lowkey some shit that he would do

picks up on phrases that charles says. mainly "it's like this" ...

prays every single weekend for charles to get good results (he is always disappointed)

wanted to die when he saw charles' slow pit stop at the dutch gp in 2023... they had NO TYRES and jake threw the remote control at the screen

has charles merch. definitely bought the monaco special edition hat. probably buys apm monaco for charles too

he's definitely gone to races before. probably bought paddock once but he will never do that again his wallet was crying

was 100% in the crowd during charles' 2019 monza win. also shed tears during that moment

"BURN THE SF23" is the most tweeted thing on his f1twt account of the 2023 season

argues with sunghoon all the time over f1 because sunghoon is a red bull fan... but secretly they're literally lecstappen

in general jake would sacrifice his entire life for charles leclerc and... he's so real for that

PARK SUNGHOON. ★

favourite team: red bull

favourite track: zandvoort / red bull ring

favourite driver: max verstappen

the only one enjoying the 2023 season

because his favourite driver always wins

the only one in enha whos NEVER disappointed whenever a race happens

yells rlly loud whenever max wins (so basically every race weekend) and the rest of the enha boys just look at him like 😒

probably has like 5 red bull shirts in his closet and sleeps in them

defends max with his life. probably has a twitter account w the user onlyverstappen and you'll see him bashing the shit out of max haters

prob bought a max mini helmet. almost bought the max verstappen christmas sweater (hes a dedicated fan what can i say)

big maxiel fan. would sacrifice everything for a max and daniel pairing again because he thinks they're funny together

likes max bc of his humour as well

watches youtube videos about f1 like "every f1 driver getting mad at nikita mazepin" or like "funny f1 driver radio moments"

the kind of guy to save every max edit into his camera roll (hes in love what can i say)

started drinking red bulls because of his love for the team… he says it’s his way of supporting them

fan of liam lawson too. needs him to get a seat and he does not care with what team. he just needs to see that man in a f1 car ASAP...

has been to f1 races, bought paddock once to go with jay. max won that race and he never shuts up about how he saw max verstappen win with his own two eyes

has the same passion towards f1 as jake except he lives in a constant state of happiness due to red bull's dominance while jake lives in a constant state of depression

KIM SUNOO. ★

favourite team: alphatauri / williams

favourite track: singapore

favourite driver: yuki tsunoda / alex albon

big yuki fan. thinks his radios are funny

he's not too invested in f1 but watches occasionally

loves alex bc of how he's somehow able to drag a williams into the points

he's pretty quiet when he's watching f1 i feel

feels like the kind of guy to just sit on the couch and be like "hmm. good job" or like "oh. maybe next time..."

mainly bc his fav drivers and teams arent fighting for podiums or championships... but he hopes that they'll be able to someday

he's that one rlly lucky fan that could just be walking around in the same city as his fav f1 driver and just bump into them on the street

doesn't hate any team and doesn't hate any driver. he's a pretty chill f1 fan

the ONE time sunoo probably got pissed was when yuki was on his formation lap and his engine broke down... meaning he didn't start

wanted to punch smth because How in the World

probably bought one of yuki's mini helmets bc he thinks its cute. "good room decor" - kim sunoo 2023

probably has a yuki or alex cap but that's as much merch as he'll buy tbh

likes the yuki / daniel combo for alphatauri but also thinks nyck should've been given a bit more time

probably hasn't been to an f1 race in person... if he went i don't think he'd buy paddock unless one of the other members bought it and brought him along

keeps up w f1 news from twitter or from jake bc he never stops talking about how ferrari’s fucking up charles' strategy again

YANG JUNGWON. ★

favourite team: mclaren

favourite track: silverstone

favourite driver: lando norris / oscar piastri

no, i’m not just saying jungwon is a lando enjoyer just because i am (maybe a little bc i’m biased BUT)

they’re both just adorable so what can i say really

depressed at the beginning of the season when the mclaren boys were driving a fucking TRACTOR for a car

landoscar enthusiast. i don’t make the rules… he and jake remind me of landoscar kinda… like jake would be a lando and jungwon would be an oscar

would do anything (I MEAN ANYTHING) for a lando win… me too

mclaren 1-2? YOU BEST BELIEVE HE'S YELLING LIKE A MANIAC

spends money on lando merch (HOODIES!) and prob wears it bc the designs r insanely cool

sits in silence in the corner when it’s a bad race week for his faves… like he’s crazily silent to the point where it’s scary. it's giving eye twitches vibes

gets hyped for race week tho he’s the kinda guy to have every race logged in his calendar

makes maeumi watch f1 with him. unfortunately maeumi is not a mclaren fan much to his disappointment

if you hate lando or oscar he will hate you. defends them with his life and trust and believe me he will win.

is on f1twt, pretty well known on there (he just tweets random shit and gets 1k likes and hes like... Wtf)

attends races whenever he can, prob not paddock cuz he thinks it’s not really worth it bc of how expensive they are

used to mclaren being good now compared to the start of the season so he’s devastated when they’re not top 5

NISHIMURA RIKI. ★

favourite team: mercedes (ferrari later tho...)

favourite track: suzuka

favourite driver: lewis hamilton / yuki tsunoda / kimi raikkonen

lewis fan because he’s the goat, yuki fan bc he thinks he’s funny and bc they’re both japanese, kimi fan because well... hes KIMI

riki’s prob been invested in f1 since he was a kid, definitely the most involved / passionate w motorsports

probably watches other motorsport series too! pretty sure he’s talked about formula e, and i could see him enjoying indycar and motogp

yk how lewis released that collab w fortnite? riki prob bought the skin and plays as lewis in fortnite😭

loves roscoe!!! would want bisco and roscoe to meet tbh

wants lewis to win again SOOOO badly

prob has a picture with yuki and the height difference would be hilarious (yuki is 159cm)

i think he's a big fan of schumacher, senna, prost too, definitely been watching this sport for a WHILE!

in a complete state of SHOCK when it was revealed lewis would be going to ferrari

started learning italian on duolingo after the big announcement

has definitely been to a few f1 races (suzuka, silverstone & singapore are probably the ones he's been to)

a BIG ACCOUNT ON F1TWT

probably gets invited as a guest of his favourite teams n shit it's crazy he's practically an influencer there

would start an f1 podcast for fun and it would go viral

[calebwidgast]

the one comment that will always piss me off more than any other, especially when it's coming from so-called legitimate fucking journalists, is the argument that lance doesn't deserve to be in formula 1 because he doesn't care. which first of all, i'm sorry, i didn't realise we had created mind reading technology, that small bit of news must have slipped past me. secondly, it's clearly bullshit.

two weeks before the bahrain gp last year lance had a biking accident where he suffered a fracture and displacement in his right wrist, a fracture in his left wrist, a partial fracture in his left hand and another fracture in the big toe on his right foot.

after which he was told he would be missing the first few races of the 2023 season. but 48 hours after his accident he had surgery to insert pins in his right wrist to help it heal and the doctor who did the surgery told him that with some luck and dedication to his rehab, he could be back for jeddah, maybe bahrain if he worked hard. he clearly wanted to race because 14 days later, he was back in that car in time for the bahrain gp and ended up placing p6 despite being in tremendous pain and feeling like his "wrists were on fire".

does that genuinely sound like someone who doesn't care about the sport to you? especially, as all the lance haters likes to point out, he's fucking rich and doesn't actually need to race. he could have waited until baku like his doctor first suggested and saved himself a whole lot of pain but he wants to race just as much as the other 19 drivers on the grid. the difference between him and the other drivers isn't the fact that he cares less, it's the fact that yes, he is very rich and as such can choose to not cater to the whims of the media if he doesn't want to. the suggestion that him being disinterested in doing interviews is because he doesn't care rather than because he's a private person is just so fucking dumb.

[lovesickgolbach]

New Adventures || MV33

Description: When Max had found out that you and him were expecting your first child, he instantly knew that it was his duty to be the best husband and father to your unborn child. 

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, kinda mentions of sex???, swearing, fluff, sorta sad but in a happy way :)

a/n: miami gp max>>>>>>

enjoy!

Y/n

It had been a regular Monday morning. Max was out at the factory after yesterdays race, doing the regular debrief with his team. It had only been 3 races into the season, but you could already feel how the pressure was starting to weigh down on him after all those races resulted in DNF’s. You felt bad for your husband, wishing there was something else you could do besides be a shoulder to cry on. 

You sighed laying your hand on your lower stomach. “I’m sure we’ll get a better time to tell daddy about you.” you spoke softly with a small smile. You and max had been married for nearly a year, after dating for 5. Kids was never anything you had really discussed or planned but you both weren’t against the idea of having them in the future. But one drunken night changed the ‘future’ to ‘now’.

Max texted you that he was getting onto his jet, on his way to fly back home to you. You smiled reading the text, deciding to get started on dinner. 

You had just put the lasagna in the oven when the front door opened. Max smiled at you as he entered “Schatje” he said, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I missed you so much” he said and you giggled. “Love, you left this morning, it hasn’t even been 8 hours” you said laying your head on his chest. “8 hours is already a long time!” he exclaimed dramatically. You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

He walked to the cabinet, pulling out 2 wine glasses. “Drink?” he held a glass up towards you. You looked at him for a second then at the glass and back at him, slightly panicking. 

“Y/n? Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” He giggled slightly at your pale face. The room was silent for a while before you spoke. 

“I’m pregnant Max” you breathed out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“What?” 

“I’m pregnant” 

“Are you joking?”

“Do I ever say no to wine?” you spoke seriously. 

“Oh my god! You’re serious!” His eyes widened and his face lit up. “We’re having a baby?!” He jumped excitedly and ran into your arms, hugging you tight.

“We’re having a baby.” You spoke reassuring him and hugging back tight. You could feel his hand on your stomach. “A little one of us” he said proudly with excitement laced into his voice.

--

Later that night you had been cuddling with him in bed. His hand barely leaving your stomach. “Are you really sure there’s a baby in there?” he looked at you. “Well I took like 6 tests that all came out positive” you giggled “so I would hope they were all telling the truth” you smiled at him and he kissed you gently but full of passion. You kissed back, moving so your bodies were now fully wrapped around one another. Suddenly, he pulled back.

“I’m retiring” he stated simply and you were caught off guard by is sudden statement. “What!? Max no!” you sat up, looking at him. “Are you crazy?! You love Formula 1! You can’t just retire!” You hit his shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for!” He hit you back.

“Ow! You’re being stupid! That’s why!” you rubbed your shoulder where he hit you.

“I’m not being stupid Y/n.. I mean look at how this year is going! I have zero points, the car keeps fucking dying on me and the team couldn’t care less! Plus I want to raise this baby with you, I don’t want work to get in the way of us, our little family.” You looked at him unsure “Max..”

“You’re not changing my mind Y/n. I’m not missing this for anything. I’m retiring after this season and I will be here, present, to raise this baby, together” He smiled at you. God, you could drown in those blue eyes of his. 

“Alright” you spoke, kissing him again.

_______

Since that day you had told Max, you had found out that your baby was due in early September. Max was ecstatic, taking to your belly, kissing it, touching it, the works. It made you happy seeing how excited he was. 

By the time the fourth race had rolled around, you had gotten the ‘ok’ from your doctor to tell everyone. You didn’t want to risk telling people too early, as the first few months of pregnancy is crucial. Per usual, you and Max had arrived at the paddock early on Sunday morning so that he could do all his pre race interviews and whatnot. You waited in his drivers room, keeping yourself occupied with your phone while you waited for him. 

He came in a while later, closing the door behind him as he got undressed to put his suit on. “Are you ready? For the race” You asked, eyeing him up and down. 

“Hey! My eyes are up here!” he giggled, “but yes, I am ready. Pole definitely helps” he smiled at you, letting the top half of his race suit rest on his hips. 

“Go kick some ass out there, daddy” you took his hand and laid on your belly and smiled up at him. 

“Oh I definitely will” He smiled, planting a quick kiss on his lips and walking out to the garage with you. He passed you a set of headphones so that you could hear the team radio as well. 

He left a while later, traveling to the grid for the start of the race.

--

“I can not believe it ladies and gentleman! Max Verstappen Wins the Grand Prix!”

--

You sat in the back of the post race conference room, nerves building in your hands as the drivers took their seats next to Max, Checo in P2 sitting on his right hand side and Hamilton in P3, sitting to the left. You nervously played with your wedding ring as the post race conference started. 

Question after question came at the drivers, all about race and their cars, etc. Max had answered and the announcer started to speak again, ending off the session. 

No ones POV

“Anything else that you would like to add?” the announcer looked at the drivers. Max raised his hand and brought the mic closer to his mouth. “I would like to actually” he spoke as the room’s attention turned on him. “Um” he spoke nervously giggling, “This will be my final season competing in Formula 1.”

The room was silent, the media trying to understand what he had just said. “After the race in Abu Dhabi, I will be retiring as a driver, to spend time with my growing family” he smiled proud looking at his wife then back at the cameras. "Y/n and I are expecting a baby due in September" he said smiling proudly at the camera. “That’s all” he got up and walked out with the other drivers, Y/n tried her best to follow them out, but there was press following them everywhere, they were following her too, cameras and questions were being thrown at her from every direction. 

Eventually, she managed to catch up to Max, holding his hand tight as he guided them through the paddock, thanking the people who were throwing “congratulations” from every direction.

“This baby was going to have one busy life” Max giggled at Y/n .

“Oh for sure!” She smiled.

____

9 Months had now gone by, you were due any day now. You were sat on your couch at home, smiling as you watched the podium ceremony, Max had yet won another race, leading the championship by more than 80 points, and after the start of the season you couldn’t have been more happy for him. You snapped a picture of your belly and the tv, posting it on your story and captioning it “My two favorite people in one picture”

You got up, needing to pee for what felt like the millionth time, as you approached the bathroom you felt the feeling of liquid spilling down between your legs. “damn it!” you mumbled going to grab a piece of toilet paper to clean yourself up, when you realized how big the wat patch actually was. “Shit...”you froze in place as a sharp pain shot through your uterus, causing you to collapse onto the floor. You sat there for a while, doing the breathing exercises you had learnt in birthing class. Eventually the pain had subsided and you managed to grab your phone, dialing Max. 

Cathy, his PR manager answered. “Hey Y/n! What a race huh?” she beamed through the phone. Another pain shot through your system, causing you to crouch down and hold you belly. You groaned in pain, “I-It’s time..” was all you had managed to say. Cathy instantly knew. “Oh shit! Alright, I’m putting Max on a plane right now!” she basically tossed the phone to Max, “Hello? Y/n?” he was already walking to the car, his heart broke at the sound of you in pain. “I’m on my way okay? I promise I’ll be right there with you. You just need to breathe okay? I love you so much.” 

Max had arrived at the hospital a while later, an ambulance had to rush you there as well. And before you knew it, you were holding your little baby in your arms. “We made this...” Max said amazed. “We did” You looked up at him and smiled big. "Our Little family."

maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: And so our new adventure begins... @ yourusername thank you for my angel Evangeline "Eva" Verstappen Born 2:14 am

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a/n: oo lemme post this! enjoy lmao its a tiiiiny blurb i had sitting in my drafts for a while so take it as a placeholder. bye bye for now

[lestappenforever]

I have this lestappen prompt in my head that I can’t stop thinking about, but I can’t write so I’m going to leave the premise here and if any other anons want to add on their thoughts it would be welcome :)

Basically, Charles doesn’t met Nicolas Todt and therefore cannot continue climbing the racing ladder up to Formula 1. Meanwhile Max continues as in real life. Charles decides if he can’t be a driver, he still wants to be involved in F1 somehow. He ends up working in Ferrari as the youngest race engineer on the grid (he’s Seb’s race engineer <3).

When Max hears that Ferrari replaced Seb’s old race engineer in the middle of the season with immediate effect, he couldn’t care less, after all what does that have to do with him?, although he’s happy for Seb because his old race engineer so was incompetent. But then he hears chatter in his side of the RBR garage about how Seb’s new race engineer beat a lot of current drivers in karting like George, Alex, Pierre, and Esteban, so maybe Ferrari will be more of a competitor this year. Max is intrigued by this, so he asks who Ferrari hired, and when the mechanics say the name Charles Leclerc, Max CANNOT believe his ears. That annoying French (“I’M NOT FRENCH!”) kid that always pushed him off the track during karting races is Ferrari’s new race engineer? The one kid who could handle him, his one true equal, is working for Ferrari, for SEB?? And not for HIM??

And then the rest of the fic is Max doing everything he can to get Charles to join RBR and be his race engineer instead (don’t worry, GP is doing his thing as a different high ranking role, I could never get rid of him completely!). Max goes out of his way to be in the Ferrari’s way and make Charles’ life more difficult during races to get his attention (Max already has the championship on lock anyways, so if he slows down a bit.. or a lot… to be in Seb’s way, who cares?). Max begs Christian and he begs Helmut to give Charles an offer, to make sure to pay him better than Ferrari. He even makes sure to include free spa trips (to erase the stress Ferrari caused him) on the proposal he gives to Christian and Helmut. Just a lot of shenanigans lol.

Part 2:

Oh and I forgot to mention this! If Seb wins a race, you know how teams send an employee as a representative on the podium? So it’s the 3 podium sitters and the winning team’s representative? If Seb wins, Ferrari sends Charles up as their representative and Max literally SPRINTS across the podium to stand next to Charles so he can hold his waist for the photo <3 He’s been having withdraws, he hasn’t been able to touch Charles waist in this universe since like 2013, okay?

And while I’m adding on to this, I can imagine Max peacocking SOO HARD in front of Charles whenever he wins (which is often lol). He just wants to impress the same boy he wanted to impress a decade ago. Max is nothing if not dedicated!

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Anon, words cannot express how much I love this idea. Race engineer Charles and Max doing his damnedest to court him to leave Ferrari in favor of Red Bull. Max turning into an absolute menace to get what he wants, and stopping at nothing to get it.

Honestly, the mental image of Max peacocking after a race win is giving me secondhand embarrassment and I am so here for it.

[vettelinyourarea]

paris - daniel ricciardo

genre: fluff, famous!reader

word count: 1,017

inspired by paris by taylor swift

warning: english is not my first language, mention of alcohol

feel free to give me any feedback!

Your ex-friend’s sister

Met someone at a club and he kissed her

Turns out it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago

Some wannabe Z-lister

You are currently at your album released party, being interviewed by the press regarding your newly released album that is so different from any of the albums you have released before. One journalist asked a question that is currently a really hot topic on the internet. 

“What is your thoughts on your old best friend dating your ex boyfriend?” he asked with no hesitation, probably fishing out for a headline article, and you refused to give him the satisfaction. “Honestly? I really don’t care about their relationship. I mean, I’m in a happy and loving relationship right now. But I guess, good for them if they make each other happy,” you said with a big smile on your face after seeing the disappointed face from the journalist, probably expecting more ‘controversial’ answer from you.

But it’s true though, you are in a really loving and happy relationship right now, you couldn’t even care less about the relationship of the two people who hurt you the most in the past.

I’m so in love that I might stop breathing

Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn’t see the news

‘Cause we were somewhere else

You don’t have a lot of times being alone with Daniel. That’s why, both of you refuse to accept any phone calls and won’t answer any text messages if you do have with each other. You just want to enjoy each other’s company with no disturbance whatsoever, and people you two are closest with knew it well.

When it was just you and Daniel together, it was as if you are in your own different world, just the two of you and no one else. You always try to cherish the little times you have together with the man you fell in love with three years ago.

“Can’t we just stay like this forever?” he said for the hundredth time in the last three days you are together.

Like we were in Paris

Like we were somewhere elese

Like we were in Paris

We were somewhere else

Paris is yours and Daniel’s favorite getaway. The beautiful city surrounding you and each other’s presence, Paris has quickly become your favorite place. You have an apartment together with Daniel in the city, located at the famous Rue de la Paix shopping street. The apartment is a place with a lot of memories for you and also your boyfriend, Daniel.

The firsts you shared with each other all happened there. First kiss, first date, first song made togethet, making love for the first time with each other, you named it.

Privacy sign on the door

And on my page and on the whole world

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

Your relationship with Daniel is not a secret to the world. Everyone knew about it the moment you came to the Formula 1 paddock for the first time, to support your then-new boyfriend on his race. You remember it was the Monaco GP two years ago. Having managed to wrap your relationship from the public eye for one whole year.

People knowing about your relationship doesn’t mean you are public about it. No pictures together could be found in each other’s instagram. But still, people knew how madly in love with each other you two are, even after all the years you spend together.

Whenever people asked Daniel how to keep a relationship as strong as his, all he said was, “Well, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours,” and he always said it with a small smile on his face. How could he resist to smile when he see your face so clearly everytime he talked about his relationship.

And what he said is true. Being private but not secretive really helped your relationship with him. Being away from the public eye helps you dodge unwanted rumors about the relationship you are in.

Even though the world knew about your relationship with the Formula 1 driver, people still went crazy when one name was credited as a producer of your newest album.

Daniel Ricciardo

Stumbled down pretend alleyways

Cheap wine, make believe it’s champagne

I was taken by the view

Like we were in Paris

You and Daniel are a high-profiled couple. Making millions of dollars each year, people expect that you two always indulge in high quality stuff. But the truth is, you and Daniel have one weird interest. You really don’t know why but your favorite thing to do with him in Paris is to try cheap wine they sell across your shared apartment.

Of course you asked Daniel if he really enjoys doing it, especially because Daniel is known to love high-quality wine. Each time you asked him, he would always give out the same answer with a smile on his face.

“I will always enjoy anything we do together, as long as I experience it with you.”

I wanna brainwash you

Into loving me forever

You are sitting in your hotel’s balcony with Daniel. It was one of those rare moments where you could come and support him for his race. You couldn’t help but smile when you see Daniel’s serious face while reading a book you recommend to him a while before.

“You know, I wish I could brainwash you into loving me forever,” you said jokingly with a soft giggle. Daniel turned his focus away from the book he is holding to the woman he love and couldn’t help himself as a smile spread across his face.

“Who says I need a brainwashing?” he said with a cheeky smile now, earning a laugh from you. “God you are so cheesy,” you had said before kissing him. You could feel him smiling even wider into the kiss.

Suddenly, Daniel pulled away from you, and what you didn’t expect is for him to pull out a ring out of his hoodie pocket.

“Marry me?”

[avoxrising]

Isla - Part 2

(Part 1) (Part 3)

The first few days in District 13 were the hardest of Finnick’s life. He would gladly go into the arena all over again if it meant you and Isla were safe.

Finnick didn’t mean to push everyone away, but he did. Annie tried to help with Isla but Finnick wouldn’t let his daughter out of his sight in fear of losing her. He would shower with the curtain open and Isla resting in her bassinet on the bathroom floor. He’d bring her to his therapy sessions and even to the training room.

It had been a week since Finnick arrived in District 13 and he had barely slept. Isla was super fussy and it was hard to get her to eat anything. District 13 had very little baby formula available as single fathers in the district were practically unheard of.

Finnick’s therapist, Dr. Aurelius, ended up forcing him to attend a support group of new parents in District 13. He was the only dad there as the rest of the fathers of newborns were either working or deceased, as was the case with two of the mothers rescued from District 12.

The mothers fawned over Finnick and Isla, something he did not enjoy. He hated attention, especially from women who weren’t you. One of the women, however, quickly developed a friendship with him.

Eve and Herd were new parents from District 13. Herd worked as a maintenance worker so he was usually gone all day, leaving Eve to take care of their daughter, Kara. Kara was three months old and had beautiful brown hair, almost the same color as yours.

Eve pitied Finnick’s situation. Not only was he taking care of his month and a half year old daughter by himself, but he was grieving your absence and struggling to take care of himself. Finnick didn’t know why he trusted Eve with Isla, but he did.

Isla was able to nurse on Eve, making her a lot less fussy. Eve taught Finnick how to tie a wrap around him so he could carry Isla hands free. Gradually over time, Finnick felt himself getting the hang of being a single dad.

The residents of District 13 watched as Finnick would walk around the halls with Isla in his arms, pointing things out to her like the signs on the walls or the smells that wafted in the air. Although she was too little to understand, Finnick wanted to teach her about all the good things in the world.

Finnick healed to the point where he would let Prim watch Isla while he went to his appointments. Mrs. Everdeen was able to perform Isla’s 2 month checkup and she’s as healthy as possible. Annie comes around to see him and Isla occasionally, but she’s cautious not to disturb him too often. She reminds him too much of District 4 and everyone he’s lost.

When footage of Peeta was broadcasted throughout the cafeteria, Finnick was stunned. Was it possible that you were still alive? He raced up to command to see if anyone had any answers.

Unfortunately, nobody knew if you were alive. Beetee suspects that they’re keeping Peeta alive as leverage over Katniss so it’s quite possible that you are alive too. President Coin won’t send a rescue mission just yet, so all Finnick can do is wait and hope for you to come back home.

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AN: Do y’all want a part 3?

[junglxqueen]

The Verstappen Devil [01]

A/N: This is a trial for an idea that I had in mind for a somewhat fic I have in mind. Please let me know your thoughts on it.

What is it about? Y/N is a F1 driver with a very complicated family history and a need to prove her worth to anyone willing to listen. This is how the Verstappen Devil was born (for the media)

The news

When I first heard the news I was already in bed. Lights were out, we said our goodbyes, and I was tucked in. Then I heard a scream and footsteps running towards my room.

“Y/N! Y/N!” My door flew open and I sat on the bed startled. “You did it!” Seb said as soon as he reached the room and jumped to the bed. “You did it! Wiver, you are in!” 

I looked at him confused and before I asked a question, he grabbed both sides of my face and looked straight in my eyes, the excitement shining in his eyes. “Welcome to Aston Martin Y/N Vettel” 

Safe to say that that night I didn’t go to sleep early. We jumped, we screamed, we laughed and celebrated till sunrise the beginning of what I considered the most important chapter in my life.

How it all started (for the media)

Oh I was nervous, dang right I was nervous. Have I been racing my whole life? Yes.  I knew what I was doing like the palm of my hand and not to be cocky but I was great at it. But this… this felt different, as If I was walking on unknown lands, this was freaking Formula 1. My whole life I dreamed about this, I worked my butt off to be able to be here, I cried, I bleed, I prayed, I put my all, and finally, my moment arrived, I was a Formula 1 driver.

I walked into the garage with all the confidence that I could gatter, greeted everyone with a smile and went straight to get ready for today’s race day. Some engineers came to me as I was checking the car to talk about the modifications that they’ve made to it.

 I was paying attention and commenting from time to time until I saw Max Verstappen walking past the garage. My eyes flew to his and he slowed his pace when he saw me. Blue meeting blue. He seemed surprised.

Why? You definitely knew that I was going to be here, how could you not know?  How do you dare to act surprised?

    I tried not to show my emotions but I was never good at hiding them so when I saw the pain on his face I knew that I failed miserably and that he saw the hatred that burned in my heart.

    I looked back at the engineers feeling somehow guilty as he sped past the garage but I wasn’t able to focus anymore. The feeling shook off when my mind went down a spiral of thoughts and memories that made the anger resurrect and made me want to get into the car as soon as possible and beat his arrogant butt in the most humiliating possible way.

As I got into the car, all the nervousness that I felt  disappeared leaving in its place eagerness, confidence, anger and decisiveness to leave Max’s butt eating my smoke. I could feel Seb’s eyes fixated on me, when I looked back at him his eyes bathed in worry. I nod towards him touching my heart and he repeats the action, nods towards me touching his heart. The message is clear: “Take care of your heart”.

 I count to ten, trying to get the Verstappen genes on its place as we get on our places. But when the race starts and I’m fighting Max’s car I see red and I could care less about my heart nor my life. 

 I take the car to its maximum capacity as I fight with blood and teeth to pass him and defend my position, not letting him get past me. Did I almost crash against him like twice? Yes. Did I almost crash against the wall twice? Also yes. Did he crash against my rear trying to get past me and got a puncture in his tire getting a DNF and me in 7th place? Heck yes, He did.

  So as I received half praises, half yelling from Seb for being reckless and imprudent and the team celebrating my first points. I couldn’t help but sustain Max’s deathly glare with a victorious grin.   That’s how (to my dislike and against all my protests and clarification on the name) from my first race I gained myself the title of “The Verstappen devil”.

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

Just an Act I: Boring (Max Verstappen x Reader)

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summary: max decides to drag his friend into the world of formula 1 in the most unconventional way possible (fake dating au) 

word count: 1546 (i don’t have the energy to write more words)

warnings: not proofread

a/n: woah, i actually wrote the idea

January 26, 2022

           “You know, people think we’re dating,” Max laughed over their shared lunch, bringing up a topic that had only been recently brought to his attention.

            “Right, I saw that,” y/n nodded in agreement, clearing her throat before mocking one of the articles she’d seen about them, “Who’s Max Verstappen’s h/c-haired Mystery Woman? Bro, you literally tagged me in that post, I don’t think there are any other questions that need answering.”

            “Yeah, well, my PR team’s heard about the articles,” the Dutchman admitted, letting out an awkward chuckle, “And you know, mate, it’s funny actually because they said it would be better if we were actually dating.”

          Now, this caught the woman off-guard. Why would Red Bull’s public relations team prefer it if she and Max were together that way? 

           “What? Why?” she narrowed her eyes at him, “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

             “Not at all, mate,” Max shook his head, recalling the conversation he had with his team about the articles, “They said it would have made me put up less of a reckless bad boy image, and one that’s gonna resonate more with fans or some shit.” 

           “Who cares? You’re the world champion,” y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes at that.

            “Yeah, well, they said that maybe fans would like me more if I had a girlfriend,” Max explained, earning a burst of laughter from the woman. 

            “They think you’re too boring on your own,” y/n snickered, “Also, I totally understand where the PR team’s coming from. I’m way more interesting than you.”

             “I travel the world and drive race cars for a living, you’re fucking delusional,” Max broke out in a small fit of laughter at the pout on the woman’s face.

            “Yeah, well, I’m a college graduate who hasn’t decided what she wants to do for a living, I’d say that’s more interesting considering we live in Monaco,” y/n shrugged nonchalantly, “I mean seriously, who wouldn’t want to see somebody like me working different jobs for shits and giggles.” 

            “Right, what job are you taking up right now?” Max questioned, unsure of what his friend really did for a living nowadays. Last she checked, she worked as a cashier for a grocery store. 

              “Well, I tried taking up a bartending job, but it’s been so ass,” y/n scoffed at the mention of her jobs, “If I knew I was going to have to turn down drunk men this much, I probably would’ve started to look for a stable job.”             "Why don’t you then?” 

              “I don’t know, I mean, I always had this idea of a year between college and working an actual job just so I could have some free time to do whatever,” y/n explained, a dreamy look in her e/c eyes. Max scoffed, knowing better. 

            “And how’s that going for you?”

            “Terribly. I’m bored all the time,” y/n let out a huff, “I thought it would be more exciting, but I don’t even have enough money to do some traveling like people do for their gap years.’

              “You know what would be exciting?”

              “Oh no, why do you have that look on your face?” y/n questioned, eyes growing wide at the look on Max’s face, one that clearly meant he was plotting something. 

              “Well, since the PR team suggested I get a girlfriend—”

               “I’m not going to be your girlfriend, maybe ask me to dinner first and I’ll maybe think about it,” y/n deadpanned. 

              “You didn’t even let me finish,” Max shook his head, “Anyways, I thought that maybe we could just pretend to date. For the fans, and so my team finally lays off my back about you.”

            “What? You guys discuss me in your meetings?” 

           “Not really, but since more people started talking about us, the team started to talk about you more too,” Max explained with a shrug, “So, you gonna do it?”

            “Why the hell would I even agree to that?”

            "Well, you mentioned traveling. We do a lot of that in Formula 1,” Max started off, “Also, it’s never boring on the track.”

            “Yeah, when you’re actually in the car driving,” y/n scoffed, “I could barely see shit from the stands during the Monaco Grand Prix.”

             “If you accepted my offer to have you in the garage—”

             “Maybe next time.”

             “Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you,” Max deadpanned, “Besides, what happens on the track’s definitely more exciting than whatever you have going on in Monaco.”

           “I can’t just take off, though. I have to pay rent for my place here, and also, did you miss the fact where I said I don’t have money to travel?”

           “It’s fine, I’ll pay for everything,” Max insisted with a small shrug. He had a notably large paycheck too, footing y/n’s expenses while they were out on the road wouldn’t have been a problem for the man. 

           “Yeah, but what’s the point of you paying for my rent if I’m not even going to be at the apartment often with how often the F1 circus travels?”

           “Do you even want to go?”

           “I want to, but come on, I have some responsibilities, Max.”

          “Then you can move your stuff to my place first,” Max shrugged, “You can stay there when we aren’t travelling for the rest of the season.”

            "You must be really desperate to have me around,” y/n quipped, biting her lip hesitantly before nodding, “Yeah, okay, alright. I’ll do it.”

             “You will?” Max’s eyes widened at her quick response. Part of him definitely believed there was no way y/n would have agreed to his idea. 

            “Well, yeah. You’re covering everything, I don’t have to worry about shit,” y/n shrugged nonchalantly. It would be a nice change of pace for the woman too, “So, what kind of girlfriend do you want?”

            “What?” 

            “What kind of girlfriend do you want?” y/n repeated, “That way I can act like that or something like some kind of fun improv experiment.” 

            “Calm down, you can just act like yourself,” Max chuckled at his friend’s eagerness.

           “If I acted like myself all the time, people would think I hate you with how much we make fun of each other,” y/n arched a brow at him as Max nodded in understanding. The pair had a habit for getting into random squabbles. 

            “Okay, then act like yourself but in love with me?” Max suggested, earning a pause of silence from the woman before they both broke out in a fit of laughter, “Okay, that sounds fucking stupid, mate.”

            “I know,” y/n let out a small laugh, “I mean, I guess I can probably pretend to put up with you.”

            "If anyone’s putting up with anyone here, I’m the one who’s stuck with you,” Max scoffed, refusing to accept y/n implying he was the more annoying one of the pair.

        “Yeah, but this was your idea, and I’m the one putting up with it,” y/n shrugged, her simple way of saying she was winning this argument. Max huffed, nodding in acknowledgment as y/n pulled out her phone, “Smile, bitch.”

          “What are you taking photos for?” Max questioned, caught off-guard by her phone’s quiet click as she snapped his image. 

             “So I can post you to my Instagram story like a well-trained girlfriend,” y/n shrugged, typing away on her phone before the image made its way to her story. 

            “Well, in that case,” Max paused, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick photo of y/n, “Smile, bitch.”

           “Wait, no don’t post that, I look like shit right now!” y/n gasped, grabbing at his phone from her side of the table, practically leaning over their food as Max held his phone away from her grasp.

            “You’re not stopping me, y/n,” Max teased, holding his phone as far as he could from her and typing up a quick caption and tagging her as he posted the picture to his own story. 

           A quick chime came from y/n’s phone as she got the notification of Max tagging her on his story. The image was simple, her holding onto her phone and smiling like a dork as she typed away on her screen. She groaned.

           “I look like shit in this, Max.”

           “Yeah, well, I look even more like shit in this picture you posted,” Max scoffed, holding his phone up to her, a photo on her story of him looking very clearly unprepared to have his picture taken. 

        “Yeah, but you’re a Formula 1 World Champion, it doesn’t matter,” y/n muttered, “All your fans are going to wonder why you’re even dating me.”  

            “We aren’t actually dating, though,” Max reminded her as she pouted.

             “But still, that’s what the fans are going to think, then they’re going to start questioning why you fell in love with like, a commoner or something,” y/n blew raspberries, “That’s how bad I look in that pic.”

               “You look fine,” Max shook his head at her dramatics.

              “You’ve got to admit, I look a bit shit.” 

              “You look fine,” Max stated with such finality that y/n finally accepted her reality and stopped pestering him about the photo he posted. Instead, she smiled and nodded, continuing on with her food. 

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