#nando killed them all

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honey, honey [mamma mia part three] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso & jenson button

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yourusername: little chick is finally showing and these old men are still obsessed with cars even though i'm RIGHT THERE !!

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user1: oh to be the one receiving those photos of fernando

user2: yeah yeah they're having a kid BUT the sheer amount of seb + fernando + jenson content we're gonna get

fernandoalo_oficial: so you go to goodwood with them but don't come to my race :(

yourusername: babe they outnumbered you but we'll be there in canada !!

jensonbutton: sorry some of us didn't choose to be a fossil in an f1 car. just hurry up and retire

yourusername: woah woah, let nando have his lil hobby

fernandoalo_oficial: y/n tell him he can't call me old

yourusername: jenson, fernando isn't a fossil, you know we prefer the term precious artefact, please apologise

jensonbutton: i'm sorry???

user3: omg this is going so fast

danielricciardo: ahhhh y/n is showing !! this is so exciting

sebastianvettel: chickie is the size of a lemon i think

danielricciardo: and you'll all be in canada?

yourusername: yes! i can't wait to meet all of you

danielricciardo: *can't wait to meet chickie's god father

fernandoalo_oficial: daniel you know we haven't decided that yet

jensonbutton: also i've partied with you, why do you think i'd trust you with my kid?

danielricciardo: ummm every child is entitled to a fun uncle ??

user4: i am once again stating how fucking obsessed i am with this set up

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yourusername: my personal favourite snippets of the god father applications. not sure it really made me trust any of them any more than before.

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user5: i was not expecting to actually see the applications but they defo didn't disappoint

maxverstappen1: ummmmm @charles_leclerc what do you mean? you are the instigator YOU pushed me into that puddle

charles_leclerc: it's okay max get it out (@sebastianvettel @fernandoalo_oficial @jensonbutton see how i am able to de- escalate this situation)

maxverstappen1: try and de-escalate this foot up your literal ass

charles_leclerc: i will put you in time out (i.e. watch your ass going into turn one)

yourusername: you guys realise this is not helping the application right?

maxverstappen1: nuh uh who wouldn't want a world champion as a god father

charles_leclerc: low blow verstappen

yourusername: girlies chickie has dads with seven championships between them so i really don't think she'll be impressed by two

user6: i'm sorry but roscoe hamilton as the reference is killing me

user7: full government name and everything

sebastianvettel: you guys laughed at me but this has amused me to no end

yourusername: you're a genius and i love you for this

user8: L BOMB?

jensonbutton: i take back calling the idea dumb, you were right :(

sebastianvettel: oh how the tables have turned

fernandoalo_oficial: can we all just agree that we never thought those dumbasses would actually fill one in?

yourusername: it makes me even more excited to meet them

jensonbutton: trust me the charm wears off real quick

user9: the way kimi wrote nothing and will probably end up being the god father anyway

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jensonbutton: best thing about pregnancy cravings is i have an excuse to use seb's insane car collection and brush up on my french

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user13: on dad duty with the dad angle he's ready

user14: honestly my heart is so warm over the fact that they've all embraced the situation

user15: girl we saw jenson and nando at mclaren together ... it's been coming

user16: oh and that one podium with jenson and seb they just need a girl they all liked to get their shit together and that's the most them thing ever

sebastianvettel: a man goes to one meeting and suddenly julie is being taken on grocery runs

jensonbutton: y/n wanted bagels so ?

sebastianvettel: i know we're having an actual kid but be careful with my mechanical kids as well

jensonbutton: do you forget i'm literally a driver too honey

yourusername: thanks for the bagel baby bagel dates 4 ever

fernandoalo_oficial: cream cheese and salmon WITHOUT ME?

yourusername: we put it in the fridge for when you get home :(

fernandoalo_oficial: awwwww really ???

yourusername: we love you (but also you can't eat soft cheese or raw fish while pregnant)

fernandoalo_oficial: it's the thought that counts?

user17: god this looks like domestic bliss, how does one come about three men to have a kid with in the swiss mountains?

yourusername: honestly i'm so lucky

sebastianvettel: we're luckier

jensonbutton: we're luckier

fernandoalo_oficial: we're luckier

yourusername: fucking hormones are making me ball my eyes out

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f1: category is ... baby presents !! y/n y/ln made her paddock debut with sebastian vettel and jenson button to support fernando alonso 💚

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user21: omg seb in his aston martin gear to support nando

user22: imagine showing this to someone in 2010 i think they would have a heart attack

danielricciardo: i had the best present ever god father is in the bag

charles_leclerc: i read your application there's no way, plus seb loves ferrari so my gift will be the best

mickschumacher: lets be real my application was the best

estebanocon: eh i think kimi's was the best

mickschumacher: he literally wrote nothing ????

estebanocon: and yet he outdid all of yall... embarrassing for some

user23: i feel like this fight to be god father is gonna end with a fist fight in the parking lot

yourusername: and i'll be there with my popcorn

sebastianvettel: maybe let's not encourage fighting

yourusername: why not, these squabbles over being in charge if all FOUR of chickie's parents die are the most entertaining thing in the world to me

jensonbutton: lets halt it on the fighting and dying talk okay (i will also be front row to watch these morons fight)

maxverstappen1: if it's a fist fight clear win for me imo

fernandoalo_oficial: how did we get here (i will referee)

danielricciardo: respectfully maxy, i will beat your ass

maxverstappen1: NUH UH

kimiraikkonen: i'm winning no question

sebastianvettel: now that i agree with

yourusername: i thought you were against fighting?

sebastianvettel: i guess it would be kind of funny (especially because any physical violence is an immediate red flag)

user24: okay but can someone actually let us know who got what cause i know these men probably got the dumbest shit that can never actually be used by a child

user25: there's a thread on twitter!

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fernandoalo_oficial: old man still got it 👍 thank you to the team for your help, needed to impress y/n with my day job x

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user27: impending fatherhood got nando looking like he can make it an eight championship house

sebastianvettel: @yourusername he's good but i was better

jensonbutton: @yourusername and i was even better x

fernandoalo_oficial: ummm this is literally my post about MY podium?

sebastianvettel: i would've won but that's just me 😬

fernandoalo_oficial: 2013 called and it wants your attitude back 🤨

jensonbutton: it's been ten years guys... (i would've also won)

sebastianvettel: well my trophy cabinet is the fullest so chickie will know who was the best by that :)

yourusername: the sexual tension is killing me, how did yall not shag back in 2010?

jensonbutton: too busy winning and being sluts elsewhere x

maxverstappen1: yall claim you would've won? yall wouldn't get close to me sorry not sorry

sebastianvettel: oh look who's out of the running for god father

maxverstappen1: NO I TAKE IT BACK

yourusername: don't worry maxy, he's joking the bee keeping suit went down VERY WELL

charles_leclerc: he's such a cheat i didn't even know they existed :(

maxverstappen1: you snooze you loose

yourusername: @charles_leclerc i'm craving pasta, i heard it's good in the ferrari hospitality

charles_leclerc: on it 🫡

fernandoalo_oficial: so is no one going to congratulate me?

yourusername: CONGRATS BUB! turns out you ARE great at your day job (and very sexy drenched in champagne)

sebastianvettel: i agree

jensonbutton: i agree

yourusername: once again how did yall make it through the 2010s

user28: i'm trying not to be weird about this but i know their sex life must be crazy

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yourusername: baby's first f1 weekend and daddy nando did not disappoint (neither did the grid, yall are so generous thank you)

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user29: i am so unwell this is all so cute i might die

fernandoalo_oficial: i would get any shit box on the podium for you guys

yourusername: NO BRAKES! NO TYRES! OUT OF THE POINTS!

jensonbutton: babe that was over five years ago...

yourusername: ummmm i'm doing my research on your careers? i'd never watched f1 i needed to catch up

sebastianvettel: who showed you this?

yourusername: oscar and lando said they'd give me a quick fire history lesson

fernandoalo_oficial: @oscarpiastri @landonorris i've won 32 races and you show y/n that?

landonorris: funny?

oscarpiastri: we also showed her multi 21, sorry not sorry seb

sebastianvettel: not my four championships?

oscarpiastri: justice for my manager

user30: obsessed with how y/n can watch old races and most of the time one of her bfs win 😭

alexalbon: so great to finally meet you! the albon pets hope it's a girl!

yourusername: don't tell them i told you this but me too

jensonbutton: we can literally all see this?

yourusername: you guys would be such girl dads lets be real

user31: potential girl dad seb, jenson and fernando DO NOT THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

user32: do NOT let seb name them he's already used all of the good bond girl names

sebastianvettel: i'll have you know kinky kylie is a top tier name

yourusername: for a car. do not suggest any names affiliated with any spy films

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sebastianvettel: thought i'd have a quiet life after retirement, i thought wrong

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user33: the BEAR ???

user34: what if i die so i can be reincarnated as the f1 baby

jensonbutton: always arguing over who is the best driver but yet i am always designated driver ... makes you think

sebastianvettel: you're the one who pulls the "i'm the oldest" card ... makes you think

fernandoalo_oficial: only one of us is still racing ... makes you think

yourusername: someone is waiting to go to bed but some people are arguing in the comment section ... makes you think

user35: this kid is going to have the most entertaining childhood ever...

yourusername: @fernandoalo_oficial retire so you can join the crochet club

fernandoalo_oficial: no can do i need to bring home the bacon (and beat lewis)

lewishamilton: why am i catching strays? can i join the crochet club instead of fernando?

yourusername: it's strictly bring your own yarn and real housewives only

lewishamilton: make it beverly hills and i'm there

fernandoalo_oficial: ummmmm ??? @mercedesamgf1 ur driver is retiring you heard it hear first

yourusername: you guys gonna beef over crochet as well?

fernandoalo_oficial: yes.

lewishamilton: yes.

jensonbutton: okay nando you're the only one we're waiting for, we're debating god fathers

fernandoalo_oficial: one sec my pr team called me, turns out you can't make up a rumour that lewis hamilton is retiring, who knew?

maxverstappen1: VOTE FOR ME PLEASE

charles_leclerc: you've won enough this season, let me have this one

mickschumacher: i'll bring breakfast in the morning for three votes at least

yourusername: do NOT try and bribe the jury.

note: PART THREE! okay so it's finally here and i hope it's what you guys were looking for... the race for god father is heating up and the name arguments are only just starting... i am enjoying the pregnancy content but i'm excited for baby time !!!

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[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part Two

Pairing: Grid x Reader

Summary: the club gets new members

Requests are open!!! Masterlist

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“That was a great book suggestion, thanks Nando,” Valtteri says at the end of your discussion. You hear the door open and close then feel the couch dip beside you.

“Checo, finally joining us?” Lewis asks, an amused smile on his face.

“I am old,” the Mexican says, you look to the older guys to take over.

“Mate, what happened?” Daniel asks. sipping a coffee. He joined when the rest of the grid found out, at the same time as Lewis.

“I saw Yuki and Lando doing a weird dance,” Checo looks a little traumatized. You rest a comforting hand on his shoulder and hand him a Spanish version of Lewis’ choice for the week, The Book Thief.

“This official opens the Paddock tea portion of our morning,” you say to the group.

“Oh! Which one?” Valtteri asks Checo who gives a rough description of it. Naturally, Valtteri and Daniel attempt to do it, retraumatizing Cecho and traumatizing everyone else.

“I would like to bleach my memory of that. Anyone else?” Kevin asks, you all second it.

“Anyway, how is your relationship with Lance going?” Nico asks, changing the subject.

“I caught them making out like teenagers yesterday,” Fernando grins devilishly, excited to gossip.

“Fernando! You can’t say that in front of my Husband!” you are thoroughly embarrassed still at Fernando catching you.

“Eglė said you can have Nico,” Kevin laughs. Nico’s wife, Eglė is fond of the young girl, often designing outfits for her. The pair is endeared by your childhood crush on Nico.

“Finally,” you smile, the group laughing at the joke. “Lance and I are doing very well, I think he is thinking about proposing,” you say a little scandalously.

“No way!” Daniel gasps. A knock on the door pauses the conversation.

“I heard there is an old drivers club happening?” Sebastian Vettel’s voice fills the room as he enters, flanked by two others. You quickly recognize Kimi and Nico Rosberg, an odd grouping that you brush off.

“Fernando, why is there a girl half your age here?” Kimi asks, not recognizing you out of your usual race attire. You are a little star struck, having looked up to Kimi as a young driver.

“I knew you got around, but damn Fernando,” Nico Rosberg says, you can’t help but to both blush and laugh.

“Guys, that’s literally Y/n Y/l/n, the driver,” Seb says, shaking his head.

“Oh, my bad, sorry Y/n,” Nico R says but all you can do is laugh.

“No, no, that’s okay, I needed a good laugh,” you wave the comment off as the older guys sit down.

“Any gossip on the retired part of the grid?” Valtteri asks, putting away the book on his lap.

“Gossip? What kind of club is this?” Kimi asks, a little confused.

“A book club,” your group responds in almost perfect unison.

“Oh! Have you read The Great Gatsby? I love that book,” Sebastian asks.

“We did! I also love the book,” you eagerly tell Seb. You check out a little when Nico R talks about Indycar and the other former F1 drivers that ended up there.

“He did what?” Lewis asks, bringing you back into the present, where they were talking about a retired driver.

“Alright, I need a new coffee,” you grunt a little as you stretch out of your sitting position. You feel a presence behind you as you use Haas’ shitty coffee machine. Your silently pray it isn’t your trainer here to kill you for having two cups.

“You ok?” Kimi asks, worried they made the girl uncomfortable.

“Yeah, just not used to being in the same room as my childhood idols,” you admit.

“And crushes? I was definitely your favorite,” Kimi uncharacteristically teases. You shyly nod and take a sip of the hot coffee.

“Do you have a mentor? I will teach you the Iceman ways,” Kimi says, he watches the race and sees your potential, plus he respects that you are voluntarily hanging with the older racers, learning from them. He shares some tips as they walk back to the room.

“Kimi, quit hogging our girl,” Daniel says, clearly having some sort of gossip update to share.

“It’s not my fault none of you offered to mentor her already,” Kimi grumbles, sitting beside Seb.

“Ugh, I have media. I’ll see you all later,” you groan, heading back to your motorhome to change.

“You’ve rubbed off on her already,” Lewis tells Kimi, laughing.

“Y/n, there have been rumors about a paddock book club that you started, can you comment?” a reporter asks as you sit on a couch beside George and Logan.

“No comment,” you say with a little smile, not wanting to answer anything not racing related.

“There is, I wasn’t invited. It’s her and a lot of the older drivers,” George says, and Logan tags in.

“She’s gets tired of us and decided that the older Paddock members were more enjoyable. I don’t blame her, that’s a lot of wisdom being shared,” Logan says, grinning at you.

“You are pretty new to F1, joining late last season. Has anyone offered to mentor you?” another reporter follows up the first question.

“Yes, just today actually. Thanks Kimi,” you say. “My driving is good enough anyway, I could beat George blindfolded. In fact, that’s why you aren’t allowed to join,” you roast George who seems to be holding back a laugh. Logan, however, doesn’t care and laughs for you.

“I don’t want to join anymore. Guys, if you are watching, take back what you have created. You all have rubbed off on her too much,” George lied a little, he’s still gonna try to join.

[rene-spade]

Ok but how are the crazy f1 dads with their daughters dating? Who on the grid do they like?

oof this is a loaded ask bc they really are all out of it 😭 they just love their babies fr

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dad! kimi | growing up räikkönen!

FIRST OF ALL kimi doesn’t really vibe with most people in general, let alone anyone who’s trying to get with his little lumienkeli. kimi was lucky to raise a little girl similar to him, who listens when he places a no dating rule lasting until she’s 21 (as far as he knows anyways). despises the guys on the grid trying to get with her; he was one of them once so he thinks of them as animals, especially leclerc who’s known for his brow-raising dating life. also hates pierre but he already didn’t fw him bc he’s french. he is SLIGHTLY more easy going with women around his daughter so any grid guys with girlfriends might have an advantage. he finds that he wants the im-a-dog-and-ill-do-whatever-my-girl-says type for his daughter, but he dislikes unintelligence. he does not like anyone on the grid, but he best tolerates:

mick schumacher!

oscar piastri (+lily)

he vibes with kika okay but hates pierre 💀

bonus! he actually really likes max but his hate/distrust for jos overpowers that so he’s not letting that happen

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dad! jenson | growing up button!

OK SO JENSON is a bit less intense than kimi, however he is much more publicly affectionate with his daughter which means that he has definitely gone on public rants about how no man is good wen enough for his baby. that being said, he is a decent judge of character so he doesn’t hate anyone on the grid. but he gets real serious when he notices people hitting on his baby. this is mostly bc he was def a whore when he was younger so he isn’t quick to trust guys who are living the same lifestyle he was. he kind of turns on dad-mode when he notices anyone eyeing her up. but alas, he raised his own mini-me, who attracts just about everyone, and who likes to flirt back. it takes warming up to, but he can see himself fine with most of the drivers. he most prefers people who are friendly and who didn’t act like him when he was in f1 like:

george russel

daniel ricciardo

lando norris

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dad! fernando | growing up alonso!

NANDO IS DEFINITELY one of those guys who thinks he’s a “cool dad” bc he’s a young father and his daughter is his best friend. but in reality he’s one of those intense, fiercely overprotective dads who have impossibly high expectations for his daughters partner. 100% the type to punch a mechanic for saying gross things about his princesa. he’ll be calm and in a good mood then someone on the grid (or any man ever) mentions his daughter and he’s like 😐. UNLESS! it’s carlos. carlos is the only one who meets his standards, sorry to literally everyone else. but even with carlos, he can be a little stern just to get his point across about not messing with his only child. he just feels the need to personally approve of his daughter’s partner bc he’s hyper-paranoid about someone hurting her. his list looks something like:

carlos sainz!!!

that’s it

i mean if you put a gun to his head maybe max bc he’s a winner but he needs to learn to speak spanish so-

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dad! jos | growing up verstappen! unfortunately

FUCK JOS VERSTAPPEN obviously, however this man is one crazy dad who we have to discuss. his love for his youngest daughter is wild and unpredictable, and it’s very different from the way he treats his other children. his baby has some extreme one-sided beef with him that he’s smart enough to know about, so he isn’t too forceful about bonding, it’s definitely more desperate since max found success in f1 and she sticks with her big brother now. her entire life, he’s never allowed her to date, and when he found out about her first secret bf, he got arrested for trying to kill the kid so. he has IMPOSSIBLY high standards for his daughters partner and definitely wants her to marry within the f1 community, but he hates losers and despises half the grid.

suddenly he’s charles leclerc’s biggest fan !

lewis hamilton but he’ll never admit it

MAYBE carlos sainz

bonus! max obvi likes daniel ricciardo best but jos doesn’t fw him like that

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Ren

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You’ve got me in the Nando feels now! Could you write a smutty (if you do smut) Nando x Lances Sister forbidden relationship/ secretly dating situation where you almost get caught in his drivers room?! Age gaps don’t hurt either 😏😂♥️

Good team, great time | Fernando Alonso

minors dni!

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You whispered as Fernando dragged you by the arm, sneaking past cameras and people and straight to his drivers’ room. 

“Finally.” He sighed, as he pushed you against the door, moving closer till his face was mere millimeters away from yours. 

“If Lance finds us-” You started, nervous at how close he was to you, and just generally nervous about the whole situation.

“He won’t doll, relax.” He said, smiling.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not going to get killed if anyone finds us.” You hissed, slightly annoyed at how nonchalant he was about this. 

He hummed, nodding and choosing not to verbally respond, instead pulling your face closer to his by the chin and kissing you. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him lower. You both spent a few moments like this, slowly just kissing and smiling before he quickened the pace a bit, deepening the kiss and moving his hands under your shirt. 

Your slight whimper as he pinched your nipple made him smile into the kiss, pulling away to look at your face. God, what an adorable sight it was; your eyes all wide and expectantly looking up at him as your plump lips were parted and slick in anticipation. Though he’d only been acquainted with sights like these a few times before, Alonso truly felt the undeniable urge to see them again, and again- he was addicted to it and all possible hurdles didn’t seem to matter at all. 

“Fuck, fuck, Fernando I don’t think we should be doing this here.” You whispered, fear lacing your voice. 

“Where else baby? Do you want me to take you in the garage? I mean I don’t mind but-” He teased, smiling at how scared you looked. 

“No!” You responded, slapping his arm playfully, “I mean Lances’ room is right next to yours, he could hear us.” You warned, brows raising to see what his response would be. 

“I guess we just have to be quiet, no?” He smirked.

You hated it whenever he smirked, not because he looked bad or anything, but quite the opposite. He just looked so stupidly attractive, it annoyed the shit out of you- especially considering how often he did it too. It had become a thing between you two the past few weeks where he’d pass a smirk at you in the garage or the paddock and you’d just go bright red- he got some sort of joy from it. He found it so adorable the way you’d blush and look away, trying to play it off even though your face was a major give away. 

Fucking his boss’ daughter was not part of the el plan, yet here he was, sneaking around wherever and whenever he could to spend time with you. You were significantly younger than him, and though you were old enough to make your own decisions, your age gap would definitely earn you two more than just disapproving frowns from others. Fernando liked and respected Lance a lot as a teammate, hell he even really liked Lawrence, maybe he just liked all the damn Strolls, especially the one who was looking up at him now, mouth full of his dick and eyes watering as you choked on his length.

“Fuck yes, just like that.” Fernando sighed, relaxing on the stiff sofa under him. 

His hand was in your hair, guiding you as you rhythmically bobbed your head up and down his length, pulling away and watching as your spit spilled from your mouth and onto the dark pink tip of his dick. Your face was in close proximity to his member, so when you attempted to catch your breath, you were immediately hit by his scent, motivating you to lower your mouth back onto him, flattening your tongue on his head as you licked slowly. As much as Fernando appreciated your skill, he was more desperate for release, and so he exercised his authority and pushed your head further down so fast that you audibly gagged as he hit the back of your throat. You tried mumbling a ‘I’m fine’ but it only came out as a gargled noise as you began moving your head up and down again. 

Alonsos’ breathy moans were really, really turning you on; the way he groaned out your name from the back of his throat, and the way he moved his hips upwards and moaned louder every time you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him properly. Your mouth was eliciting the most satisfying sounds you had ever heard- his noises were so addictive, you didn’t want to pull away, not even for air- you just began steadily focusing on breathing from your nose so you could stay down for longer. At that point, you were willing to do whatever it took to keep those deep moans and sighs coming from the man above you. 

“Yeah cariño, just like that.” He moaned, a little louder than before, indicating that he was close, “Keep going, I’m close.” 

You nodded a response, not attempting to speak and focusing on picking up pace. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him off like he was some sort of lollipop, you moved your head up and down as your hand came up from your underwear to caress his balls, massaging them gently. You continued this for a brief moment before his thrusts stuttered and his hips made a final, deep thrust into your throat the same time his hand grabbed onto your head and held it in place as he came inside your mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, cariño.” He let out, barely able to control his volume.

You couldn’t breathe, and were gagging more than before with the extra pressure, but you kept it together and pulled away with a final suck on his head. You looked up at him and as your eyes met his dazed look, you visibly swallowed, bringing your thumb to clean the edge of your mouth. 

“Fuck, you look so good like that princesa.” He sighed, hand still in your hair as you relaxed against his leg. 

You were just about to reply to his comment when you were both startled by a knock at the door. You jumped up to pull your skirt up as Fernando struggled to put his trousers on. The knock repeated, except this time it was followed by Lances’ voice. 

“Hey Alonso you in there?” He asked. 

You panicked, frozen in the spot, terrified that you’d be caught by your own brother. You snapped out of the trance when Lance knocked again, your reflexes kicked in and you bolted to the cupboard, shoving yourself in there.

“Yeah Lance, uh give me a minute.” Fernando replied, cursing himself for not locking the door. 

He fixed himself up, picking your panties from the floor and shoving them in his pocket when he saw you close the door to the cupboard. He went up and opened the door himself, trying to make sure Lance wouldn’t enter the room itself. 

“Hey man, whatsup?” Lance asked when Fernando opened the door. 

You were frozen in your hiding spot, terrified of the idea of getting caught by your younger brother. You were in no state to be meeting him at this moment, and as the brief conversation between the drivers continued, your panic subsided, Fernando had managed the situation and Lance hadn’t even made it inside the room. The closet was small, and you could barely hear what the conversation was about, so you just sat there, recalling not just todays’ events, but last nights’ events too. You and Fernando had been sneaking around for a while and though it was all fun and games, you had unfortunately developed some feelings for the older driver along the way. He was funny, cute, and really caring and not to forget an incredible driver who was also indescribably attractive. Though neither of you could deny your attraction towards one another, you just weren’t so sure if the tender moments you two shared afterwards were something more than just extended aftercare. 

The closet door opened, Alonso stood in front of you, hands folded over his chest and a cocky expression washed over his face. 

“What?” You asked, a little confused at the expression. 

“That was exciting.” He replied, trying to contain a smile.

“My brother almost walked in on us, and you think that was exciting?” You questioned, mirroring his stance and folding your arms over your chest. 

“Isn’t the idea of almost getting caught kinda fun?” He pressed further, leaning closer and trapping you into the closet with his strong arms. 

“I mean-” You were cut off when he kissed you again, leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours far more gently than he did earlier. 

“You’ve been such a good girl princesa.” He mumbled as he pulled away, a small smile on his lips. 

“Mhm, have I?” You asked, knowing very well that the question was redundant and you knew where this was going. 

“Yes baby, now you decide, what do you want?” He asked, smiling and doing the thing with his lips where he pushes them out momentarily mid-smile.

“You,” You replied, re adjusting yourself to wrap your legs around him, your torso firmly trapped under him in the cupboard, “I want you fuck me, right here, right now.” 

“And what if someone catches us?” He asked sarcastically, eyebrow quirked.

“Isn’t that exciting?” You replied, smirking as you leaned upward to take him into a kiss.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck you brought his face lower as you deepened the kiss. You moved your hips upwards, rubbing your clothed core against him. At this point your skirt was pushed up so high, there was practically no use of wearing it. You ground against him for a moment before he took charge again, thrusting his hips into yours and pinning your hips down into the closet base. You moaned at the contact, surprised at how hard he was again. 

You mumbled something before reaching out to help him out of his pants as his fingers hooked onto your panties and pulled them off of you, toying a bit at your wet entrance. 

He aligned himself as he leaned in to kiss you, mouth capturing yours in a kiss so indulgent that he managed to muffle out your very loud moan when he slipped inside you. He didn’t bother waiting for you to adjust to his size, the door was unlocked and the only bit of a cover you two had was the open cupboard door, anyone could walk in at anytime- the thought of which was so exciting that Fernando began his thrusts, hard and fast, fucking you like he needed to. He knew that time was of essence, and he also knew to make you cum around him. 

His pace was relentless, and if it weren’t for his mouth on yours, muffling your moans, the whole damn paddock would have heard the way you moaned out his name with each one of his thrusts. For a split second you were convinced the wood of the cupboard base would snap under the pressure, your thought barely lasting a moment before it got discarded by the feel of your orgasm approaching faster than you expected. You tightened your legs around Fernando, barely managing to announce your situation before he nodded,

“Yeah princesa, me too.” He panted. 

His dick was repeatedly ramming itself into your g-spot, making your limbs quake under him. At that point your head was so devoid of thoughts, you simply could not think of anything apart from how good he felt inside you and how deep he was inside you. Your orgasm was threatening to explode, the only thing holding it off was your wait for his hip stutter to indicate that he was close, except no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop yourself from releasing all over him, head falling back as moans spilled out of you and as your walls squeezed him until he came, shooting his warm load into you. 

Your high had you seeing stars, your body shaking as the after effect of it. Fernando fell on you, collapsing onto you and wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. 

“Santo Dios mi amor, I can’t get enough of you.” He panted, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

You giggled, not understanding the first bit but smiling anyway.

“What?” He stopped, pulling away to look at your red face, “You like that? You like it when I can’t control myself around you?” 

“Maybe.” You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you searched his eyes for any hint of some emotion akin to yours. 

“Good, I like that.” He smiled, kissing your forehead again. “Come on, come to the couch I wanna hold you for a minute.” 

He hadn’t pulled out of you, instead he scooped you up from under your arms and carried you to the small couch in the room, gently laying you on top of him. He stroked your hair as you made little patterns on his clothed chest, still blissfully dazed as his strong arms held you. 

“Y’know,” Fernando started, taking a deep breath in, “I was thinking you and I go to dinner sometime, maybe after the race?” 

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You replied, avoiding looking up at him so he wouldn't see you blush. 

“Great, because I don’t want to keep sneaking around.” He chuckled, “Your dad asked me what my good-luck charm was these past few races, I wasn’t too sure he’d like my answer.” 

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A/N: I LOVED THIS REQ SM! I'm sorry for making it a bit more romantic than requested, but I love this man and can't help it heh.

Please correct my Google translate Spanish if I've made any errors, it would be appreciated!

Thanks for the request Kat, apologies for the delay <3

As usual, the ask box is open for criticism and requests! Much love <3

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Dublin Girls II Katie McCabe x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2250

a/n: we combined two requests here which were Katie McCabe fluff and the Reader having dyslexia. Enjoy ! ❤️

Dublin, 2015

“Katie, your teammates have arrived.”, Fiona, Katie McCabe’s coworker at Nando’s yelled at her. It turned out that her statement was not even necessary as Denise O’Sullivan rushed in to hug her Irish teammate excitedly:”Katie!” “Hey, girls!”, the midfielder beamed as she looked into the faces of the other young female football players. Amused you noticed out loud, being one of her teammates at club and country:” My girl looking like a glaced donut, we really need to get her out of here mates.”

“Wait. I have two minutes left. My boss is going to kill me if he hears I left earlier again.”, your girlfriend quickly replied.  Hopefully Denise glanced at the brunette:” Can we at least get some Nando’s before we go back to our hotel.” “Do we look like the church? Is this a charity restaurant?”, Fiona scoffed. She reacted with a defeated sigh as the older woman noticed all the players were doing puppy eyes on her:” Okay, fine, what do you hungry girls want?” Those girls were one of Fionas soft spot which was an open secret by now even though she pretended to be annoyed by them whenever they came in.  Slowly Katie shook her “Just give them whatever’s left over.” “Hey, she asked us whatever we want.”, Ruesha Littlejohn protested laughing. Unimpressed she stated:“We’re not making fresh food for you at the end of our shift.”

“With alcohol everything tastes delicious anyway. Also, Katie, I need to introduce you to someone later.”, you winked secretive at your girlfriend. “Who? Can’t believe you all had drinks without me.”, the midfielder pouted. Immediately Denise added: “Not much.” “Yeah, sure.”, Katie snorted in disbelief.  With a look on the clock Fiona confirmed:” You can go now Katie.” “Thanks. See you next week.”, she waved at her co-worker before joining her Ireland team.

When they reached their hotel Ruesha closed her eyes, devouring the food she was holding in her hand:” Oh my god, this is so good.” “Only drunk people would say that about cold chips.”, Katie commented chuckling. Eyerolling the blonde told the brunette:“Oh shut up and start drinking!” “I wasn’t offered anything yet.”, Katie pointed out. A cheeky smile was on Denise’s face as she was handing her a beer bottle:”Here.”

Impatiently you guided your girlfriend to the hotel room you two were sharing:“Now let me introduce you to her.” “To whom ?!”, expectantly she was looking around the area, there was no one in sight. “Can’t tell you who because she has not got a name yet.”, you answered, picking up a small kitten who seemed surprisingly comfortable in your arms, as if she knew she was in save hands.

Katies jaw dropped at the little fur ball you were holding and reached out a hand to pet her; “Oh my god. Who are you? What are you doing here?“ “This is a little girl with no home so I thought maybe we could take her with us… I’ll just get more shifts at the coffee shop.“, you explained, having everything planned and calculated already. But Katie just raised her eyebrow at you; “Seriously? You found her and took her with you?“ “No, I asked the hotel manager and he said she was homeless.“, you defended yourself with a laugh. “Poor girl.“, Katie grinned, scratching the kitten behind her eyes. Looking around the hotel room, she added; “Are you trying to keep her in here?“ “Yes, until we go home.“ You pointed over at a blanket and a bunch of hotel towels rolled into a cat bed and a makeshift litter box. “You’re really a lucky kitty.“, Katie laughed, stilling petting the little cat. “She’s.“, you agreed.

A forceful knock on the door and Rueshas voice interrupted you; “Girls, let’s go!“ You sat the cat down while your girlfriend opened the door just wide enough for your teammates face to appear in the gap. “What are you up to, Rue?“, Katie asked excitedly. Ruesha grimaced at her as if Katie said something particularly stupid, so Denise explained; “We’re sneaking out on to the mens pitch!“ You didn’t even have to see your girlfriends face to know that her eyes got big at the thought of the much nicer pitch. “The one with the perfectly cut grass?“, she asked. You grabbed Katies jacket and shoved it into her hands; “Yes. So what are we waiting for?“

“I’m in.“, Katie smiled brightly as you let the door fall close behind you. “Who’s got a ball?“, you asked. Denise held one up with a wink; “I came prepared, don’t worry.“ You gave her a mischievous smile before the four of you snuck out of the back entrance as quietly as possible. The mens training pitch was not far from your hotel but it was locked and surrounded by a fence. One by one, you climbed over it, landing on the soft artificial grass.

The moon was bright enough to light up the field. With a sigh, Katie let herself drop to the ground and felt the grass with her hands; “They are living the life, huh?“ With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Ruesha stated; “I think we should play here. They can have the muddy dirt pitch we usually play on.“ “That sounds like a fair deal.“, you laughed, helping your girlfriend off the ground to finally play some football. Denise shrugged; “But only for us. They’d kick us out immediately if they saw us here.“

As if the blonde knew what was about to come a man shouted at them:” What are you girls doing? Get off the pitch!” “Oh shit.”, you mumbled under your breath. “Hurry, girls!”, Katie cheered her teammates on. With a glance back Ruesha observed cheerfully: “We’re faster.”  “Shit. My ball.”, Denise cursed. Because you knew how much the football meant to her you patted your friend’s shoulder before running back:” Wait, I’ll get your ball.” “No, fuck the ball. We need to go.”, your girlfriend shook her head.

Triumphantly you picked the football up from the grass while walking back to your teammates:” Got the ball!” “Run. He’s coming.”, Ruesha warned you.  The tension got too much for Denise who dramatically turned her back to not see what was happening in front of her: “Oh, no, he’s running faster.” “Come on, you almost made it!”, the brunette clapped her hands for you. Amused Ruesha caught you, so you did not fell over your feet:” We got you.” “Thanks for saving my ball.”, Denise threw a grateful smile at you. With a huge grin on your face, you replied: “You’re welcome.” “That was close though.”, Katie remarked while putting an arm around your hip as you were walking back to your hotel.

London, 2023

It was a grey and rainy autumn day in London when you returned to Katie and yours home, you could not help but to beam at what you were seeing, your cat being asleep on the defender’s upper body, that peaceful moment between them was definitely a little light on such a day: “Katie, what are you watching?”  “Just a video.”, the captain of the Ireland women’s national team tried to wave it off. Still your curiosity was awakened by her reaction, which is why you took her phone to see for yourself:” Wait, someone filmed that moment?”

 “Hey! That’s mine.”, Katie protested. Lovingly you nodded into the direction of your cat:” Look how small the little missus was.” “She literally fits into the palm of your hand when you found her.”, the defender cooed over your little furry roommate. The pet being one of her soft spots since the day she joined your household. Winking you commented:” And now look at her majesty laying here in all her grace and length.” “Acting like she owns the place.”, Katie noticed smiling. “Oh yes.”, you giggled. More serious your girlfriend continued, reminiscing about the time eight years ago: “But I do miss this time.” “Oh, you miss your shifts at Nando’s and not earning enough money with just playing football.”, you teased her. The defender looked up to you: “That’s not what I said.”

You rolled you eyes with a fond smile; “Yeah, I know what you actually mean.” “Our shenanigans?”, Katie replied, making sure that you were both talking about the same thing. “You‘re still doing shenanigans in club and country.”, you interjected, laughing. Now it was your girlfriends turn to roll her eyes; “Yes, but not like that.” But she couldn‘t suppress a smile either. You sat down at the edge of the sofa and tilted your head; “True though.” “Those were some good times.”, Katie reminisced. Softly, you patted her thigh; “Yes, but we also came a long way since then.” Laughing, your girlfriend agreed; “We did.” You let out a shriek as Katie pulled you towards her all of a sudden.

Your cat had abandoned her spot on top of Katie and lazily watched you two from her scratching tree. “Excuse me?”, you protested, your head pressed to your girlfriends chest. Katie let out a laugh and shrugged; “She doesn’t want to snuggle with me anymore, so you have two.” “You‘re such a softie when you’re not receiving yellow cards.”, you remarked while you reluctantly moved to find the most comfortable spot on top of your girlfriend. “Hey!”, she frowned but a smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. You lifted your hands in defense; “Just saying.” Playfully, the brunette narrowed her eyes at you; “I‘ll show you how tough I am.” “Should I be scared?”, you answered, more of a challenge than a question. “Of course you should be.” “I‘m not.”, you stated plainly. “Why not?” “Because you’re not scary, love.” “I‘ll show you how scary I can be on the pitch then.”

You laughed; “Will you score another banger at our next game?” ”Do you want me to?” ”Yes.” Your girlfriend acknowledged your answer with a nod; “I‘ll score one for you.” She winked at you. “How do you make clear that the goal is dedicated to me?”, you wanted to know while thoughtfully drawing small patterns on your girlfriends sweater with your fingertip. Confident, like she was waiting for you to ask that, she suggested; “How about I steal the ball out of the goal and run away with it?” “I like that one.”, you grinned. “As a tribute to our adventures at the national team.”

Your eyes met and you were reminded of the moment on the mens football pitch in Dublin eight years ago. ”Did you know that Denise still owns the ball I saved for her?”, you asked. Your girlfriend grimaced at the sentimentality of it; “Sounds like something Denise would do.” ”It‘s cute!”, you defended her. Katie shook her head; ”We really were some troublemakers. And sometimes we still are.”

At the next Arsenal game, you jumped into the open arms of your girlfriend: “That was a stunning goal, Katie!” “Hope you liked the celebration as well.”, Katie smirked. Excited you nodded: “I did.” “Me too.”, she admitted.

After the match Vivianne wanted to know from both of you:” What was the story behind Katie’s goal celebration?” “Long story, Viv.”, the defender replied nonchalantly. The forward kept pressing:” Will you tell it at your wedding?” “Maybe I’ll.”, your girlfriend answered. Curiously Steph intervened: “Who said wedding?”  “Of course, they’ll get married. They’ve been together forever.”, Beth laughed. Her girlfriend shared her opinion:” Exactly.” “Guys.”, Katie rolled her eyes at your teammates even though they all were very dear to her heart as you knew.  Still giggly Beth shot back: “It’s legal in Ireland.” “I’m aware of that.”, the defender said.

Later in your bed, the cat between the two of you, you turned to look in your girlfriend’s eyes:” Katie, you’re so quiet?” “Hm?” “Are you okay?”, you asked her a bit worried. Quickly she reassured you: “Of course.” “Good, I’m glad our teammates did not scare you.” “Why would they scare me?”, Katie glanced confused at you. Taking a deep breath, you added: “With the wedding talk?”  “Beth and Viv are just so in love.”, the defender scoffed but her love for them shine threw anyway.  Winking you reminded her:” That’s young love, sweetheart.” “Unlike us. Maybe it’s time to get married. I mean I’d love to call you, my wife. It also has some other benefits.” , your girlfriend grinned. Automatically an eyebrow of yours went up: “Like?” “Tax benefits?”, Katie snorted. You fell into that:” And your mum stop asking when we’re getting married?” “Good joke.”, the defender exhaled deeply. You thought out loud: “Oh right, she’d move on from that straight to children.”

“She’s so annoying. I didn’t know I’d be held to the same hetero-normative standards when I came out to her.”, your girlfriend sighed dramatically. Calmly you took her hand in yours: “Honestly, we already have a found family in London. But I’d like to marry you on our own terms.” “I’d like to marry you too.”, Katie said in an honest tone. You began to blush:” But you’ll have to proofread the invitations because you know with my dyslexia.”  “Don’t worry about it. We’ll let them get done somewhere.”, the defender kissed your cheek which turned even more red.

Grateful you thanked her, enjoying the company of her and the cat and the thought to celebrate your upcoming wedding with the friends you made along the way at Arsenal aswell as in the national team.

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

[hotmessmaxpress]

I’m venturing into F1 rpf for the first time and surprisingly it has nothing to do with Max! Very short and not proofread; based on this post about Fernando’s jacket being too big and of the video of these lunatics flirting while Nando tried to photograph Lance.

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Lance is like ninety percent sure that Fernando either badly wants to fuck him or wants to kill him; maybe both.

He thinks about all of the venting he sat through with Esteban complaining about the old man. Lance had braced himself for, honestly, anything but what he got.

Fernando, instead of being a war criminal of a teammate, is charming. Lance has spent most of his life thinking himself to be entirely straight, until he caught himself mid-wank at the end of preseason testing picturing himself sucking Fernando’s cock.

So, yeah, the old man is charming.

Lance keeps waiting for it to stop but instead it keeps getting worse. From flirtatious glances and flattering comments to the casual touches on his neck, his back, his chest, it’s all escalated. It’s becoming shameless, really.

Lance is enjoying it, though he tries (and fails) to play it cool. It’s just so difficult to resist the banter, especially when Fernando treats him the way boys in Lance’s primary school would flirt with girls their age. Fernando teases him, and bumps him with his shoulder, and takes pictures of him obsessively.

In Canada, Lance’s home race, Fernando pulls his phone out constantly. He takes pictures through the dinner with the team, where he sits with his leg pressed against Lance’s. He’s fairly certain he missed most of the conversations around him because his brain couldn’t think of anything but Fernando’s leg. Fernando pays too, which is annoying because Lance had chosen the restaurant and invited the team and fully planned on paying. It’s not his fault his brain moves slower when Fernando is around.

They’re at the track when Lance catches him taking even more pictures, and turns to grab the camera with a laugh. He expects Fernando to pull it away, but instead he hangs on and leans forward, into Lance’s space. They both laugh, and Lance has to turn away to hide his red face from the cameras following them.

Fernando wildly outpaces him in qualifying, which is disappointing, but then Lance realizes— Fernando is wearing his jacket. He’s standing with Nico, who is still in his race suit, and Max, who has thrown on a jacket. Fernando, too, has put on a jacket, but it clearly does not belong to him. It’s huge and bunches at his wrists where the sleeves are too long.

It’s Lance’s. He’s sure of it. He has no idea where his is, because he has already changed from his race suit and into regular clothes, and he’s certain Fernando took it.

And he’s wearing it.

In front of everyone.

Any resolve Lance had to resist Fernando’s charm out of self preservation has flown out the window. He has to get his hands on him.

He waits until Fernando is done with media duties and catches him in his driver room. Fernando doesn’t seem surprised to see him.

“You’re wearing my coat.”

He means for it to sound strong and assured, but it comes out whiney.

Fernando grins, and Lance can’t tell if it’s predatory or not.

“Would you like it back?”

Lance shakes his head. He thought he could do this, but now that he’s standing in front of Fernando he’s realizing he is nowhere brave enough. He gestures behind himself.

“I’m just gonna-“

“Don’t leave,” Fernando says, holding a hand out. He unzips his jacket.

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you?”

Lance sucks in a deep breath as Fernando steps toward him.

“Yeah, I…” any excuse dies on his lips as Fernando comes impossibly closer.

“Finally,” the older man breathes, before stretching up and pressing a kiss to Lance’s lips.

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 3)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.5k words, angst, hurt/comfort) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I was worried I wouldn't have motivation to write this but i got it done in one sitting LMAO}

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Thankfully Mark listened and stayed far away from him while the drivers were getting interviewed, leaving the rookie to just have to answer a few questions from smaller journalists.

It was nice to not be swarmed and just asked questions about his dad but he did wish he could've spoken to Fernando again before quali, seeing how much fun he seemed to be having with Mark.

Quali was decent, he got 7th so it wasn't anything spectacular but it was in the points. All he had to do was keep his spot or better and he'd count it as a good race

Before he could even reach Nico's side of the garage he heard a voice call him, though it wasn't the one he expected

"Alright, Stroll, you're the only one left" Mark announced, earning a groan fron the younger

"Mark please" He begged, not entirely serious but also not wanting to get interviewed anymore

"Fernando will but you dinner if you let me interview you" Lance wasn't one to turn down free dinner.

"What am I doing?" Fernando asked, finally reaching the garage

"Sure" Lance laughed, neither him nor Mark answering Fernandos question as the three of them left the paddock

By the time they reached a restaraunt Fernando had pieced together what exactly he was doing but he didn't really mind, the three of them had paid about the same amount while going around Australia together so it wouldn't kill him to treat the two to a little dinner.

They got seated not long after entering, Fernando and Mark in chairs while Lance sat across from them in the booth

"So, Lance. You ready for your interview?" Mark asked, having no plans on really interviewing him

"Shh," He said, bringing his finger to his lips "After Nando pays" Lance laughed, hoping Mark wasn't serious because the last thing he wanted to do after his second favourite part of the day, eating dinner (talking to Nando is first), is be interviewed.

Last nights dinner went well, Lance liked having friends, Karting had kept him from having too many growing up so having friends in F1 was a nice feeling, it gave him something to look forward to outside of the car.

Today was race day and all Lance wanted was to keep himself in the points.

He walked out of his drivers room, race suit tied around his waist (he couldn't be bothered to keep pulling it up), as usual Fernando somehow managed to completely ditch his garage and get away with it just to wish him good luck.

"Lancito, good luck today, let's see if we can get you on that podium, eh?" He smiled at him, elbowing him slightly

Lance loved seeing Fernando away from Media, he was completely different when the cameras were off, by this time in the season Lance had read the articles, seen the blogs, watched the interviews, people were convinced Fernando was some mean winning machine, he was a winning machine, yes, but the last thing he was was mean (at least to Lance.)

"Thank you, Nando, but don't be too hurt when I beat you" He flashed Fernando a cheeky grin, he wanted to beat him of course, all racers want to win, but a part of him knew that wouldn't happen

The cars all lined up and then started the formation lap, as it ended someone had already spun. Lance knew this was gonna be a hectic Grand Prix and it hadn't even started yet.

Lance stared anxiously at the lights ahead of him then everyone took off, the Australian Grand Prix had begun.

Nico was involved in a minor collision on the first lap with two other drivers, causing him to lose his rear wing, Lance was told over the radio that he was fine so he wasn't too worried, the two had gotten used to not finishing by now.

The safety car was deployed then recalled in two laps but then a driver crashed and it was deployed again. Lance was annoyed, why even bother to take it out if it was just gonna be out not even ten laps later.

They got about 20 laps in when cars started to pit and to Lance's surprise he took the lead, he was leading a Grand Prix, he heard instructions over his radio to take care of his tyres, with better cars coming back out with fresh ones he had to defend like his life depended on it.

He wasn't surprised when Fernando took back the lead, he wasnt sure why but he wasn't exactly mad about it either. He managed to build up a decent gap ahead of the driver behind him and asked if he should pit, he was advised not to so he stayed out.

On lap 32 there was another safety car, he took the chance to finally pit, getting into the pit lane first, the race starting behind the safety car again with him just behind Fernando, for the first time he had a chance to be on the podium with him, he was overjoyed at the idea, if his first podium was with Fernando he was sure it would he a memorable one.

On lap 35 the safety car was recalled but literally one lap later it was out again, they might as well have a safety car out all race at this point.

Two more cars retired after the last safety car was recalled and Lance made it to the final lap, he had managed to stay in 2nd for the past 34 laps, it was insane to him, his engineer tried not to say too much but it was obvious how excited he was for him, and now all he had to do was finish.

He had four corners left, then three, then two... then his engine blew. The car right behind him had been covered in oil and the safest thing to do was pull off the track, ten meters away from his first podium.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I was almost there, I'm so sorry, I'll try harder in San Marino-" He kept apologizing, wondering if he had made the right choice, wondering if the team would be mad at him

"Lance, It's okay, you're the driver, right? Do what you feel is best, if this is what's best then it's fine." His engineer consoled him, the canadian having a hard time not crying

He finally reached the garage, taking off his helment and his balaclava, his eyes red as he talked to his engineer at the back of his side of the garage, not noticing as the tears began to fall

"Fuck, Brad- I'm so sorry, I feel like i fucked up. I could've kept going, I should've, I almost got us a podium, I was so close." He gasped as he spoke, the Canadian distraught as he thought about his team being mad at him, what if he lost his seat because of this? The media already doesnt like him what would they say now? Was Brad lying about not caring?

"Lance, Lance it's okay, no one is mad at you for keeping yourself safe" He promised, speaking to the boy as if he was a child, which wasn't too far off

Lance couldn't respond, all he could do was cover his face, embarrassed at the reality of him sobbing after a DNF, he didn't care the other times.

Lance got himself together before Fernando came looking for him, not saying a word before dragging the rookie out of his garage

"Nando-" He started, Fernando moving them behind the Racing Point garage "Fernando what-"

Then he hugged him, without saying a word he just hugged him, arms tightly wrapped around the rookie as he sunk into his arms, unable to stop himself from crying again

"Fuck, Nando" He choked out "I feel so stupid"

"Shh, is okay, Lancito" He spoke softly, hand stroking the taller mans hair but at that moment the thing he felt was big. He was embarrassed, trying not to cringe at the reality of him crying in another mans arms but all that mattered was he felt safe in them "You did well, am so proud"

Lance hummed, sniffling as he kept his head in the crook of Fernandos neck "I'm sorry, Nando," He practically whispered "I wanted to be up there with you"

Fernando knew that, he was upset to hear Lance was no longer behind him, all he wanted was to celebrate with him, he was looking forward to it for the whole race and now he's stood there with the younger man a complete mess in his arms, he hoped San Marino would treat him better.

[skitskatdacat63]

I just read through your Matador!Nando au and I’m absolutely obsessed, and I thought you’d appreciate this little bit of trivia: matador outfits are commonly called “traje de luces” (literally “suit of light”) in Spain. Also, and this is just a bonus since you’re so into this whole au, you might like the 2012 film “Blancanieves”, by Alain Bainée, which is a bullfighting take on the classic Snow White tale. Enjoy!

HELLO YAY IM SO GLAD!!!! (me @ me: got another one boys...) please come join me in brainrot hell 🙏

Traje de luces yes!!!!! Makes me insane that they're called that, suit of lights ;;;;;; Makes me weirdly pleased that such a violent masculine sport is also obsessed with being flamboyant, the most flamboyant even. "Yes we will fight bulls. Wear protective clothing? No. We will wear sparkly, embroidered suits, as tight as you can make them btw, and call them ✨️traje de luces✨️" And not only are they sparkly, the embroidery designs are often flowery as well!!! Also, there's something about the juxtaposition in pictures where their incredibly beautiful, intricate, flashy suits are all ripped up and soaked in blood. Makes me insane perhaps! But yeah I originally "started" this au bcs I saw a thirst tiktok of matadors and remembered I once talked about Nando wearing a traje de luces, and was like OH HEY YEAH I SHOULD DRAW THAT. And like with all other things, I ended up getting obsessively into it and researched a bunch, so, yeah :] now it brainrots me :] severely :3

I just looked up that movie and I am absolutely frothing at the mouth after seeing the main character w short hair wearing the suit 😵‍💫😵‍💫 do you want to kill me!?!?!?! Do you want me to die!? Definitely will watch, thank you!!! If it wasn't 6 am, I'd get right on it....

Also as a gift back to you, here's the one I imagine Seb wearing. I've drawn Fernando twice atp so like, I don't need to post anymore pics depicting inspo for him(will draw more of course), but I've yet to draw Seb, so here !

The design of the embroidery and, actually just the cut of the whole suit itself, reminds me of lederhosen. And green for Aston of course :)

[f1-birb]

Gonna go with an old classic. Werewolf au 👀

Hi Em! I'm gonna give you the best of both worlds with a vampire werewolf au

- vampires Simi and werewolves Mark/Jenson/Nando are neighbours and they constantly bicker

- Kimi is from an almost ancient family of vampires and he falls in love with Seb. He never tells him he's a vampire, but Seb has an inkling, and then there's an accident and Seb's dying so Kimi risks biting him to save him. When Seb wakes up, he confesses to everything and is just waiting for Seb to tell him that he hates him, but Seb's like "I kind of guessed"

- Simi find Charles, freshly bitten and left for dead, the vamp who bit him was scared off before he could kill Charles so now they've got a duckling following them round

- around 30 years later, they find Mick whose family was a long line of vampires so he knows what he's doing, but his whole family has been wiped out by hunters so he's all alone, and Charles immediately adopts him as little brother

- Lando is a wolf who's been adopted by Nando/Jenson/Mark after they found him freshly turned and struggling

- Charles finds Lando in the woods and just assumes that he's a human who got caught in the animal traps supernatural hunters have put through the woods since they've got suspicions there's non-humans around that area. He brings Lando in after finding him, and he thinks Lando's really pretty and is so young (like 18/19) and doesn't want him to die so he asks if one of Simi can turn him to save him, they give him the bite and patch him up, except when Lando wakes up, instead of having a baby vampire staring back at them they face gleaming, icy blue eyes and they're baffled because what the fuck

send a potential au

[antimonyandthyme]

The World is Yours

3k, Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber/Fernando Alonso; Zombie Apocalypse AU

Warnings for descriptions of violence

“No,” Fernando says.

“Nando,” Mark says. “He’s just a kid.”

Kid is armed with a baseball bat, and he’s swinging wildly as a group of them converse on him. He’s smart enough to have his back against an overturned car, but not smart enough to avoid getting caught by them. So, that’s not Fernando’s problem. His motto for survival has been and will always be, Look out for your own.

Mark though—Mark. Fernando suppresses the brittle anger threatening to bubble out of his mouth. Mark’s still got that raw tenderness in him that gets him adopting limping dogs and abandoned strays, and that’s fine, Fernando’s fine with Mark keeping what humanity he needs to extricate himself from the dirt and keep going, except it’s going to get the both of them killed this instance. One, two, three, four—

Fernando stops counting. Even with full ammunition this fight wouldn’t be worth it.

“There’s too many,” he says through gritted teeth. “Mark—oh for fuck’s sake, Mark! Come back!”

Look out for your own. So Fernando goes running into the fray after Mark like the biggest idiot left on earth, right up there with the father of a kid with a bite mark in their last shelter, hiding his daughter until she ate the camp from inside out.

“You can’t blame him,” Mark had said stonily, after they emptied their semiautomatics into the same people they had shared breakfast with a day ago. “She was his daughter.”

“And now we’re on the road again, with two handguns worth of ammo left,” Fernando said. “You know what? I do blame him.”

Mark fires off three shots, neat and clean. Pop pop pop. Bullseye, each one finding the target in the neck. If Fernando had any energy left in him to get it up, he’d have tackled Mark to the ground and sucked him off, there and then. As it stands all he can do is advance forward under the cover of Mark’s terrifyingly accurate aim, and drive the perforated edge of his switchblade into the gaping chest of one of them, right up and out of its neck. It gurgles and falls twitching at Fernando’s feet, like some sick marionette performance show. Fernando stamps the heel of his boot into its neck for good measure.

The pile of walking dead is now turned toward them, attracted to the sound of gunfire and smell of fresh meat. The kid doesn’t waste any time. He swings his baseball bat in a low arc from under the chin of one of them, dislocating its head from its neck entirely. Despite himself, Fernando’s almost impressed.

From behind, Mark lets loose two more shots. The necks of the dead closest to the kid explode in a spray of black blood. It gets on them all like sludge, and the kid flinches back.

“Just don’t get any of it in your mouth,” Fernando yells. “Stop spacing out and watch yourself.”

Kid narrowly misses a chomp from an unhinged jaw of one of them crawling at his feet. He leaps back, and slams the baseball bat down in its head. The jaw dislodges entirely in a laughable crack. One, two, three, four—

Then there’s a click of the gun with no magazine left.

“Shit,” Mark says. There’s one of them headed right his way. The zombie swipes at him and he stumbles backward, landing awkwardly on one leg.

“Shit,” Fernando curses, and throws himself after the mutilated excuse of a corpse intent on taking a bite out of Mark. He doesn’t think, just launches himself into its back, and with all the force he can muster, rams his blade into the back of its neck. Its spine snaps, along with the last of Fernando’s niceties. He drives his knife into the corpse, again and again and again, furious with everything that can’t be put into words. They’ve taken all that is good out of this earth, and they’ll take Mark too if he lets them. What a wretched existence, both them and theirs—

“Nando!” Mark is shaking him. “It’s gone. It’s done. Stop that now, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Fernando stops. And then sense slaps itself back into his head. “Fuck,” he says, patting himself down wildly. One of his revolving nightmares: waking up with a wound and having to turn the gun on himself to keep from attacking Mark. It’s not the first part that scares him. It’s the way his jaw would unclick as he loomed toward Mark to take a bite. A year ago, this would have meant something different entirely. If Fernando still has dreams about leaving teeth marks all over Mark’s neck, he can barely remember them.

Okay, okay, no flesh wounds. He’s clean.

“I’m clean too,” Mark assures, at Fernando’s crazed look. He turns to the kid. “You?”

“I’m good,” the kid says, wobbly but upright.

“You’re welcome,” Fernando says. “Now get lost.”

 --

 The kid, of course, does not get lost. Because Mark offers to travel with him, staunchly ignoring Fernando’s murderous glare.

“I know a place,” Sebastian says. “It’s safe. Safe-ish.”

Fernando isn’t fond of amalgamations of people huddling for safety. See: The last shelter. Someone always ends up doing something stupid.

“It’s empty,” Sebastian continues, as if reading Fernando’s mind. “But it’s on higher ground, and I’ve started a plot.”

“A plot,” Fernando says slowly, not understanding. Like a plan?

“You’re not serious,” Mark says. “You’re growing stuff? You can still grow stuff?” He sounds hysterical. Almost as hysterical as Fernado feels. Hope is a dangerous thing.

The kid puffs his chest out. “Kale is hardy, and it’s good throughout the seasons. The carrots and onions aren’t doing too bad, even though they’re small.” He shrugs. “The tomatoes keep getting eaten by rats.”

Fernando glowers. Sebastian is very rapidly proving his worth.

They clamber back into their jeep after siphoning the gas from the overturned car, which was initially what they ventured out to do before encountering mister-damsel-in-distress. Fernando takes over driving duties, with Mark keeping his weight off his right foot. For the longest time, they all stare out their respective windows. No one shuts their eyes.

Adrenaline seeps out of them like a deflated balloon, and it takes Fernando fifteen minutes before he notices Sebastian bobbing his head quietly to some unknown beat through the rear-view mirror.

“Is that a Discman?” Fernando is incredulous. “Oh my god. A working Discman?”

Sebastian yanks out an earbud, almost sheepishly. “It’s probably going to die soon. I took it from—” He swallows. “My brother’s room, before I left.”

They’re silent for awhile. They’ve all got their fair share of dead people. Fernando doesn’t know what to do with another nameless one.

“Does it have speaker?” Mark asks, something painfully young in his voice.

Sebastian fiddles with it. Linkin Park’s Numb blasts out tinny and perfect. Fernando closes his eyes against the familiar tune. He can’t remember the last time he heard music. Or the last concert he’d been to, before all this madness began. Swaying with the crowd, a hand in Mark’s back pocket, the other curled around an ice-cold beer. For a moment, he lets himself taste.

He’s here at the end of the world, with the last working Discman in all of existence. He’s alive, as is Mark. As is a kid they just picked up, who keeps taking song requests. Maybe things could be worse. Elton John, then Nas. Mark gets teary when Summer of ’69 plays. Until they reach the hideout, when the battery very conveniently sputters its last breath.

 --

 Sebastian has traps. Mark’s looking a little too smug for Fernando’s liking right now, like See? I knew this kid would be useful.

The hideout’s through an abandoned neighbourhood that leads to some weird cul-de-sac on the top of a hill. Sebastian’s guess is its inhabitants fled to the city when the city was still accepting people. In hindsight, a fatal mistake, as the virus exploded in the heaviest populated areas. Sebastian explains how he raided each house until there wasn’t anything left for food. So with some remains that weren’t infected, he created a mulch that the seeds seem to have taken a liking to.

No one points out the implications of using dead bodies as fertilizer. Sebastian hands out three carrots, and they crunch it down like it’s their last meal. They can’t be squeamish if it’s for survival. They’ve eaten what they could when they had to, and stopped thinking about where it came from.

“Why were you on the road?”

Sebastian points at his traps. They’re stuffed with dead zombies.

“I got worried the traps wouldn’t be enough. I went looking for proper weapons.”

Mark fingers their last working handgun. “Yeah. Not much luck on that front.”

Still, it’s an actual place to sleep. Sebastian’s jigged the entire outside vicinity with things that make a fuck-ton of noise if you so much as blow in their direction. If a zombie crawls through, yeah, maybe every other walking dead in the vicinity would know their location, but at least they would be awake. The master bedroom where Sebastian’s set up has a king-sized mattress that he’s willing to share.

Mark and Fernando stare, almost salivating.

“Uhm,” Sebastian says, a little flushed in the cheeks. “I can take the corner.”

“It’s your bed,” Mark says. “Where do you usually sleep?”

In the middle, because in another life, Sebastian used to be a cuddler. Fernando wants to roll his eyes. Of course.

They start off the night in three neat separate zones, and wake up legs tangled hair in each other’s mouths sour morning breath mingled like a fine perfume. Fernando can’t find it in him to be annoyed. It’s been an age since he slept this well.

 --

 If Sebastian thinks they’re overstaying their welcome, he doesn’t show it at all. The first two days pass by with relatively little incident, except the traps are getting a little too full.

“Fucking fuckers,” Fernando says, as he rams the sharp end of a shovel into the neck of the zombie scrabbling at the sides of the walls of Sebastian’s makeshift pit. As these bodies pile up, soon they’ll be able to climb out by stepping unwittingly on their dead predecessors. “I’m not sure staying in one place is such a good idea,” he says to Mark later.

“Seb has food,” Mark argues.

Seb? They’re on nickname terms now? Fernando bares his teeth. “What good is food if they ambush us in the middle of the night?”

“We’ll hear it,” Mark says, but it sounds strained, like that’s what he’s forcing himself to believe. There’s a reason why the zombies have been finding their way into Sebastian’s traps. They’ve still got brains, no matter how infected and decrepit they’ve become. They can smell live humans. All it takes is one to slip right by the jangling glass shards surrounding the house, and they’ll be defenceless on a stupid king-sized mattress that isn’t worth dying for.

“Whatever,” Fernando spits. There’s a part in him that recognizes that they can keep running for an age, but they’re not going to find anything better than this. The first few months after the epidemic they’d tried city after city, getting their hopes up each time, and in the end it’d all been the same, desolate, starving wasteland. Maybe this is Mark going, I think I like it here. I’m ready to put down roots in this black, black earth. “I’m going to look for ammunition.”

Mark stiffens in alarm. “You can’t go by yourself,” he says. His ankle is still bandaged with a makeshift tensor, courtesy of Sebastian, who goes about looking fresh-faced as hell but is probably the most resourceful of them three.

“I’ll come,” Sebastian says. Stupid kid. “Mark’s right, you shouldn’t go by yourself.”

Fernando bristles and stalks off. Sebastian follows him like some suicidal puppy.

 --

 They’re in luck. There’s a police car half beached on the curb and the road, in one of the suburb’s No Parking zones. Sebastian chuffs out a breath of laughter.

He stops laughing when he realizes the man still trapped in the seat-belt. Skin pallid, red veins crawling down his exposed arms, eyes sunken but still somewhat clear. That’s the disease in its first phase. This man got turned maybe an hour ago.

Fernando pulls out his switchblade.

“Wait,” Sebastian says, panicked. “He’s still—”

“Still what?” Fernando snaps. He doesn’t have time for more raw tenderness; he’s already got Mark to deal with. Why does this kid have to be just the same? So that they can remind Fernando he’s got nothing left beating in his already gaping chest? “Still human? Give him a few hours and he’ll be trying to eat your face.”

“You don’t have to,” Sebastian’s voice is raised now. Fernando wants to slap him. “We can just take his ammunition and go.”

“And let it live another day to come back and bite us in the ass?” How dumb can this kid get? He shoves Sebastian backward. “If you can’t stomach it, at least get out of the way.”

Fernando throws open the door of the police car. The man makes an aborted attempt to defend himself, raising his arms up to his face, before resignation kicks in and he lets his arms fall. Do it, his gaze seems to say, and Fernando knows this one scene will be added to the highlight demo reel of his nightmares. The switchblade goes in easy, non-serrated side for the least pain. Fernando reaches for the Beretta by the ex-policeman’s hip.

“Fuck,” he yells, as someone rams into him from behind. It’s Sebastian. Fernando’s about to cuss him out when he realizes the two zombies now clawing at the open door of the police car. Sebastian had slammed him out of the way.

Stupid, stupid. Of course. The man’s blood hadn’t turned yet. It’s still red and coppery, and its now attracted a horde of them to their location.

“The car,” Sebastian hisses. He doesn’t say, I told you so. “We have to get back to the car.”

No chance. There’s now at least twenty of them milling about, most of them in a feeding frenzy by the police car, but there’s two or three of them who have started wandering in their direction, directly in the route to their car. Fernando glances down at the Beretta in his hand. It has what, at most six shots? And anyway, firing it will only attract attention.

He fucked up. He seriously fucked up. He thinks about Mark waiting for them, hobbling around on his bandaged leg.

“If I grab their attention,” Sebastian says, voice steely, “will you be able to get to the car and come get me?”

“What the fuck?” Fernando says dumbly. “You think you’re the Flash?”

“I’ll go past this block and out into the open. You pick me up from there.”

“No,” Fernando says, even as the zombies gain five paces to them. “Fuck no, I’m not letting you—”

“I’m faster,” Sebastian says like it’s a fact, and how the fuck would he know? “I’m way faster than you, old man. So follow my plan, and get the goddammed car.”

Fernando shuts his mouth with a click. He hands over the Beretta, and his last shred of faith, to Sebastian.

 --

 Sebastian wasn’t lying. Sebastian is fast. Finally, Fernando allows himself to be impressed.

Sebastian bangs on the lid of a garbage can, hollering up a disgusting racket, and as the zombies mindlessly swarm after him, he takes off and leaves them all in the dust as Fernando watches with his heart in his throat. He creeps silently back to the car. There’s one corpse pawing mindlessly at the window. Fernando slits its throat dispassionately. All that’s on his mind is getting Sebastian. Getting Sebastian, then getting back to Mark.

The engine sputters to life. These days he’s gotten real good at driving. He swerves right up into a cluster of zombies, backs up, spins around, tires squealing. If he goes through the alleyway, he might just catch Sebastian at the end of the block. He doesn’t know how much stamina the kid has, running at the speed he was. Fernando careens through, bulldozing over a corpse, cracking the windshield with a dangerous creak. He takes the corner, one eye on the road, the other one looking for a tuft of brown, curly hair.

There. Barely outpacing a group of zombies now.

Fernando slams his foot on the gas. It’s a head on collision he’s going for, and he braces himself for impact.

The airbag deploys. The zombies go flying like bowling pins. Sebastian stares at him through the broken windshield like he’s lost his mind.

“Get in,” Fernando says, bossy even when he’s seeing stars.

Sebastian climbs in obediently, for once at a loss for words. They pull away at the airbag material and dump it out the car. Useless now. Sebastian hands back the Beretta. He hadn’t even had the chance to use it. Well. They get something out of this after all.

Sebastian finds his tongue when they get back to the hideout. “Thank you,” he says.

Fernando says, “I look out for my own.”

Sebastian peers at him, delighted. “You mean—?”

“Stop making such a big deal out of it,” Fernando says gruffly, but Sebastian won’t stop smiling now. Mark greets them at the entrance with a frantic hug. Fernando understands his anxiousness. The sun is starting to set.

“I got nervous, so I set fire to the pits,” Mark says.

“Huh,” Sebastian says. The charred remains mean that the traps will last longer. Less matter for climbing zombies to stand on.

“Huh,” Fernando agrees. Maybe they’ll stay here after all.

That night, it’s Sebastian in the middle again. Fernando holds him tightly, one arm thrown protectively across his middle to reach for Mark’s shoulder. In his head, the Nas lyric he’d heard for one last time, a few days ago.

The world is yours. The world is yours.

[myimaginarywonderland]

Do you guys remember when the hate with Lance got so bad that he had to turn off his comments?

And then it was all like "Oh, this is unacceptable, people shouldn't do this?"

Yeah, we are right at the same fucking point with all comments regarding him being how he should lose his yet, how he is so dismissive of the sport, how he clearly doesn't care, how he should just switch to another sport, how pathetic and embarrassing it is that he is so far behind Nando, ...

That is the nice version. I am not including slurs, threatening violence or just normal hate.

F1 fans literally learn nothing.

You bullied Romain until he nearly died, you made Nicky a target until all of the grid had to speak up, you made Timo Glock get extra security because he was afraid for his safety.

This has nothing to do with a rise in social media (although that doesn't help.)

The fans are fucking vile and learn 0. They go in the same cycles looking for someone to blame, a punching bag because apparently it's so hard to just let drivers do their job and accept the fact that teams and drivers have different skill and development.

This will sound like a double standard because I have made plenty negative posts about drivers like Max, Lando etc. But the difference is that I am not going into a fandom space to spread that hate. I explicitly tag my opinions so that only people who share that same view will see it. I also don't wish harm or threaten violence to anyone. I have seen how F1 can take a life easily and I would never make a comment that someone should die because that is a human fucking being. When I say something negative, even when I say I hate a driver I would never wish that person to lose their seat or even to lose their life. That is fucked up. Drivers give so much to get to F1 and you what, just decide to ignore all their sacrifices and career to make one hate comment? Fuck you. The difference between me saying that I hate someone using a slur and a dude bro in his 50th calling for Lance to just have an accident is fucking glaring.

The fans continue to pick on rookies, to pick someone that they can joke about until what?

A driver starves himself like JEV because the pressure is so much?

A driver develops an eating disorder like Valtteri?

What do you expect to happen when you use someone as a human punching bag?

Does it take a driver to kill himself to finally get some of you to wake up and realise that these are all human beings? That while certain drivers might have build up a thick skin overtime, you literally went after a teen until he reached his breaking point? That while maybe drivers have learned to turn it out that won't make it better? Because what is some little kid who really looks up to Lance or anyone else reads it and then asks themselves what is wrong with said driver and maybe even themselves because they relate so much to that driver? What if you cause a kid self doubt already just because it gives you satisfaction to ask for someone to be hurt?

What is it that bullying, critizing someone so badly gives you? Validation that you aren't alone in your dislike? A sense of community by abusing a human being? A feel of what happiness that you could ask for someone to lose their lives work because you don't like them?

There is a difference between abuse and opinion and it's clear that F1 fans don't see that.

The human punshing bag, the "new Latifi" as you like to call drivers will literally have his entire self worth questioned because of some race results?

Is that what gives some of you satisfaction?

Tearing people down until what, they have no other choice but to leave for their own health and safety?

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA x WnG: AMoLaD AU: Discovered and Revealing Cases Comic

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Stormy Night

Arturo with Spinel's Wallet, he with his friends got to Spinel's Mansion. They go to the inside entrance and see the light bottom of the door.

Sarah: Arturo, better to go.

Arturo knocks on the door before being interrupted by a flash lightning thunder lightning flash with Shadowy figures Fashions. They are shocked to see upstairs.

Sarah: What?

Arturo: It’s upstairs

Sapphire: Wait...

Laura: Let’s check out

They have confused about shadowy figures. They are shocked and turn to look at the door to see upstairs. They slowly go upstairs and go to the bedroom in shock and fear, revealing that 12 Fashions wore Bakers Chefs Hats and Aprons.

Sarah: Oh my God... Creepy, I’m realizing that Dead Bakers!

Samantha: ! Not good, Bakers have to murdered and deaths.

Arturo: Wait, guys, I noticed that 13 not having a baker's hat, apron, 13 not had.

They are looking at 13 Fashion not having baker hat, apron, 13 not had. They are noticing that Diary Book.

Arturo: Guys, I think it's Diary.

Sarah: I’m thinking that bakers?

Laura: Sure, I’ll look inside...

Arturo put Spinel's Wallet on Hampton Mandi's Vanity table. They darted their eyes back and forth with caution to ensure no one was watching, Arturo and Sarah slowly opened the book while the others looked over their shoulders. Inside, there were pictures of Spinel with some Bakers. The Gangs noticed a number (1) on the photo, there was a picture of Spinel with a man in a Baker’s hat and baking uniform clothes, apron. The label underneath read ‘Edward Anderson’; someone had drawn a big Red Cross X over the baker man’s face and looked to the number (1) of the Fashion Dummy that matched it.

Sarah and Arturo: Wait a minute...

They turned the page to see Baker 2 with Spinel. His name was Joseph Cullen (a Baker), and he too had a Red Cross X drawn over his face.

Sarah and Arturo noticed something familiar with each photo. Page after page showed pictures of Spinel with Bakers, Gilly Clarkson (3), Remy Denton (4), Jake Branson (5), Lou Gibson (6), Harvey Harrison (7), Nando Jensen (8), Scotty Fallon (9), Neddy Maddock (10), Huey Thompson (11) all crossed out Xs. They saw pictures of her with other Bakers. They all had a red X over them. But they saw 12 pics, it was Alex Parker. They are gasping and surprised. They are recognition Baker 12 was Alex Parker.

Sarah: It's Alex Parker.

Sapphire: Those red Xs means she must've been the murderer.

They turned the picture and next to Baker was Lionel. They are very horrified and fearful.

Sarah: Oh no!

Arturo: She's going to kill Lionel!

The flash frame is Lightning Thunder frame 13 fashion dummy. They are shocked backward accident bump knocked out all Fashions Dummies.

Sarah: Oh my God!

Arturo is shocked and frightened

Arturo: Oops

They hear the door open downstairs.

Sapphire: We need to hide!

Samantha: We gotta hide!

Laura: We’ll get the racks up as fast as we can.

Arturo: Better get back to stand up fast.

Later, Spinel enters her room and found the racks still intact.

Spinel turn light on and found racks still standing

Spinel: Huh? Funny. I’m sure I heard something. Oh, there it is. (closed her diary and found her wallet)

Spinel closed the mirror door. Arturo hung on a chandelier as the two went to bed, but Gangs have hidden the other closets not wanting to be noticed. Spinel and Judy don’t know that Arturo is hanging from the chandelier.

Judy is awake and frightened from mistreatment at the hands of her friend.

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Stormy Night, Arturo with Rest Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs Bakers, Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs, Mystery Skulls Teams/Groups/Gangs, Sarah with Dog/Kitsune, Polter Dog/Kitsune and Laura with Polter Cat going to Spinel's Mansion. Arturo holding Spinel's Wallet and they seeing light bottom of door.

Sarah: Arturo, better to go.

Arturo knock door before interrupted by flash lightning thunder lightning flash with Shadowy figures Fashions. They are shocked to see upstairs.

Sarah: What?

Arturo: It’s upstairs

Sapphire: Wait...

Laura: Let’s check out

They have confused that shadowy figures. They are shocked turn look at door to seeing upstairs. They are slowly up to upstairs and going to bedroom in shocking and frightened that reveals that full of 12 Fashions wore Bakers Chefs Hats and Aprons.

Sarah: Oh my God... Creepy, I’m realizing that Dead Bakers!

Samantha: ! Not good, Bakers have to murdered and deaths.

Arturo: Wait, guys, I noticed that 13 not having baker hat, apron, 13 not had.

They are looking at 13 Fashion not having baker hat, apron, 13 not had. They are noticing that Diary Book.

Arturo: Guys, I think it's Diary.

Sarah: I’m thinking that bakers?

Laura: Sure, I’ll look inside...

Arturo put Spinel's Wallet on Hampton Mandi Vanity table. They darting their eyes back and forth with caution to make sure no one was watching, Arturo and Sarah slowly opened the book while the others looked over their shoulders. Inside, there were pictures of Spinel with some Bakers. The Gangs noticed a number (1) on the photo, there was a picture of Spinel with a man in a Baker’s hat and baking uniform clothes, apron. The label underneath read ‘Edward Anderson’ and someone had drawn a big Red Cross X over the baker man’s face and looked to the number (1) of the Fashion Dummy that matched with it.

Sarah and Arturo: Wait a minute...

They turned the page to see baker 2 with Spinel. His name was Joseph Cullen (a Baker), and he too had a Red Cross X drawn over his face.

Sarah and Arturo noticed something familiar with each photo. Page after page showed pictures of Spinel with Bakers, Gilly Clarkson (3), Remy Denton (4), Jake Branson (5), Lou Gibson (6), Harvey Harrison (7), Nando Jensen (8), Scotty Fallon (9), Neddy Maddock (10), Huey Thompson (11) all crossed out Xs. They saw pictures of her with other Bakers. They all had a red X over them. But they saw 12 pics, it was Alex Parker. They are gasping and surprised. They are recognition Baker 12 was Alex Parker.

Sarah: It's Alex Parker.

Sapphire: Those red Xs means she must've been the murderer.

They turned the picture and next Baker was Lionel. They are very horrified and fearful.

Sarah: Oh no!

Arturo: She's going to kill Lionel!

Flash frame is Lightning thunder frame 13 fashion dummy. They are shocked backward accident bumped knocked out all Fashions Dummies.

Sarah: Oh my God!

Arturo is shocked and frightened

Arturo: Oops

They hear the door open downstairs.

Sapphire: We need to hide!

Samantha: We gotta hide!

Laura: We’ll get the racks up as fast as we can.

Arturo: Better get back to stand up fast.

Later, Spinel enters her room and found the racks still intact.

Spinel turn light on and found racks still standing

Spinel: Huh? Funny. I’m sure I heard something. Oh, there it is. (closed her diary and found her wallet)

Spinel closed mirror door. Arturo hanged on a chandelier as the two went to bed, but Gangs have hidden the other closets not wanting noticed. Spinel and Judy don’t know that Arturo is hanging from the chandelier.

Judy is awake and frightened from mistreatment at the hands of her friend.

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