#you can piss toto off

[slythereen]

once again i am pleading with christian horner to realize just how cunty and diabolical and genius it would be to steal ferrari's golden boy aka toto's dream boy aka max verstappen's favorite rival

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Seeing the same people who perpetuated or sent vicious misogynistic hate to Hannah Schmitz, as well as disgusting racist abuse towards Yuki and Alex because of FUCKING CONSPIRACY THEORIES and those who just straight up ignored it, now up in arms regarding whatever the fuck is going on between the FIA and the wolffs is beginning to piss me off. Because now that it's not someone red bull affiliated involved, it's somehow now unacceptable.

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode six :: THANK U, NEXT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n has come to save the industry, oh and max crashes.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕max crashes and dnfs, shady behavior, i accidentally said w13 instead of w14.

y/n

♡ liked by honeymoon, carlossainz55 and 24,294,109 others.

y/n heartbreak syndrome, 20/9 🫀 my sixth studio album is finally coming out and i can’t wait for u to hear it !! (i actually physically can not wait until it’s released i’ll need to be held down srsly) i’ve worked with some of my absolute favourite people in the entire world to make the songs on here and i hope that u guys love this project as much i do 🎻🤍 excuse the twitter jump scare btw i was excited sorry lol 🫂🫧

tagged: honeymoon, arianagrande, theweeknd.

4,294,104 comments.

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: GUESS WHOS COMING TO THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX

honey badger : iS THIS A PISS TAKE???

my baby lando: shut up 😒

my baby lando: shut the actual fuck up 😟

chili!: YOU BETTER BE FOR REAL

chal eclair: REALLY OH MY GOD Y/N

alabono: PULL UP IMMEDIATELY 😁

PIERRE GASLYYYY: YEAHHHHH BOY

chal eclair: you’re coming to the ferrari garage first i don’t make the rules 🙏🏻

chili!: what charles said 🙏🏻

PIERRE GASLYYYY: UHM NO ???

alabono: c’mon now we all know where she’s going first

my baby lando: to the mclaren garage obv ??

chili!: no tf she’s not 😐

princess george: guys

chal eclair: ferrari garage or i run out into the track so i get ran over

chili!: oKAY RELAX 🔥

my baby lando: listen

my baby lando: i’ll be holding y/n hostage in the mclaren garage just so you know 🧡

alabono: see this just won’t work mate 🫤

princess george: GUYS

honey badger: i was gonna say rb garage but i’ll stay quite lmfao

PIERRE GASLYYYY: yeah let us know how that will turn out 🙄

my baby lando: yeah how abt no.

yukino: i will turn everyone into human sashimi if i don’t see y/n in MY end of the garage tmrw 🙏🏻❤️🔥

y/n: 😟

my baby lando: 😟

alabono: 😟

chal eclair: CHILL MATE

chili!: bwoah

PIERRE GASLYYYY: okay yeah no

princess george: GUYS.

princess george: y/n will be staying at the mercedes garage and hospitality

princess george: your welcome btw i convinced her to come

my baby lando: george william russell, i know where you live.

chili!: ?????????

chal eclair: ^^^^

PIERRE GASLYYYY: retweet

y/n: wait

y/n: yuki where tf have u been

yukino: i don’t feel like talking to people sometimes

y/n: retweet that

honey badger: real

chili!: honestly tho

my baby lando: real as fuck

alabono: still not over y/n picking george over the rest of us 🥲

chili!: yEAH WHY HIM HE’S NOT SPECIAL

chili!: HE’S BRITISH

yukino: retweet THAT

my baby lando: oH CARLOS YOU HAVE A PROBLEMS WITH BRITS NOW HUH??

honey badger: fIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

y/n: you guys are the most unserious mfs

chal eclair: bae george is not special

chal eclair: come home to ferrari 🙏🏻❤️

chili!: literally like ??

alabono: HOME?? FERRARI???

PIERRE GASLYYYY: ^^^^

my baby lando: “come home to ferrari”

my baby lando: i just had an aneurism

chal eclair: 😐

y/n: we’re literally gonna be together all day 😭

y/n: plus apparently roscoe hamilton is coming tmrw so

my baby lando : YOU PICKED A DOG OVER ME??

y/n: same same

my baby lando: BITCH 😭

honey badger: HAKSKANSJA

chili!: I CACKLEDDDDDD

chal eclair: LMFAOOOO

princess george: ROFLLLLLLL

my baby lando: we hAD A NO BULLYING POLICY

y/n: can’t hear you over doing my makeup while lily, carmen and kika scream along to lana del rey 🤍

my baby lando: i don’t like you.

y/n: liar

my baby lando: true

MAX VERSTAPPEN COMMENTS ON HIS DNF AT THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX:

[nor-4]

Formula 1 Incorrect Quotes with reader Two

F1IQ - Part One

Y/n: Bitch why don't you shut the fuck up before i slit your throat and watch the honor roll out?

Max: Are you threatening me??

Y/n: No, I'm hitting on you, flash me a titty bitch.

Lewis: Yeah uh, there's something I've been wanting to say lately.

Y/n: Oh what's that?

Lewis: The N-Word

Y/n looking at toto: Look at your dad. Such a dork, keeping bees.

Y/n: I mean atleast it's interesting though. At least like, i wish my dad kept bees.

Y/n: I mean it's kind of cute. Like, your dad keeps bees.

Y/n: How old is your dad? He's obviously beekeeping age. I dont know. I think It's kind of sweet.

Y/n: George, i wanna fuck your dad.

George: Oh really?

Yuki: Hey can i sit with you?

Y/n: Why

Yuki looking at stroll and ocon: The kids at the other table keep throwing ketchup packets at me.

Y/n: You're not covered in ketchup, though

Yuki: They don't know you have to open it first

Y/n: Damn. We need remedial bullying class too.

Yuki: So how do you like your remedial english?

Y/n: I guess it's whatever. My mom was really pissed, though.

Yuki: Yeah? What about your dad?

Y/n: My dad killed himself.

Charles: I'm finally seeing someone good for me.

Alex: Omg who is it?

Charles: A therapist

Y/n: max is pissing me off *20 minutes ago*

Y/n: nvm just got dicked down

George: Girl what..

Fernando: Every time i talk to you i feel confused.

Fernando: I've never met anyone that speaks like you do

Y/n: Stop lovebombing me

Fernando: what? It's not a compliment

Fernando: You scare me

Y/n: What are you hiding from me?

Zhou: Nothing..

Y/n: Zhou Guanyu.

Zhou pulls out a cat: The cat distribution system chose me okay

Y/n at drive to survive: If he cheats on you, put hair remover in his shampoo, you wanna act like Andrew tate, u gon look like him too.

Lewis wearing a beanie: I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS FOREVER

Toto: That's your fault. Being too quick signing your seat with ferrari

Oscar: Are you high?

Lando: Am i what?

Oscar: High

Lando: Hello

Christian: So what could a Mercedes principal possibly have then?

Y/n: I just feel like he'd be into satan-worship, or at the very least have a sex diary.

Christian: A toto wolff sex diary would be horrifying. He's like our rival.

Y/n: We say that about Stephen king books, we still read those.

Daniel: "Dear diary, hot candle wax hurts so good"

Christian: No it'd probably be like a thesaurus of words for "Good"

Daniel: Yeah he probably sexts with perfect grammar.

Y/n: "My wife showed an exquisite exhibition of lust for me."

Toto: Let me try something different here. Do you guys have thoughts and feelings for one another?

Y/n: Uhh i think George's kinda spoiled

George: And i feel like y/n's a bitch

Y/n: What're you gay?

Alex: What.. How did you know? I've never told anyone that.

Y/n: Dude look at your hair dye, you're either gay or color blind.

Lance: bro stop chanting in dead language's your scaring the hoes

Y/n: Bitch you is so lonely I'm summoning the hoes

Sebastian: You used to be shy, now you're a whore

Y/n: There's a thing called character development

Oscar: Reminder that I'm very sweet and endearing so be nice to me

Carlos: or what

Oscar: or I'll punch your lights out

Hey yall this is a bit short cause I'm finna make a random crack twitter posts n I'll post it in the most random day. I love yall baby💋

[leclerc-s]

i did something bad - part two

THE CHARLOS BREAK UP

masterlist//previous//next

BRAZIL 2023

daniel ricciardo please tell me charles did not get into an argument with carlos.

teagan horner charles did not get into an argument with carlos. carlos got into an argument with him, two very different things.

max verstappen what was the argument even about?

charles leclerc doesn't matter it was bullshit.

mark webber clearly not, if you two came to blows.

pierre gasly carlos said he was shit driver and and that he only had the red bull seat because he was 'fucking horner's slut daughter' or that was the tailend of what i heard.

pierre gasly not to mention he punched teagan in face because she stood in front of charles hoping to stop the situation.

alex albon well i'll be damned.

yuki tsunoda so we all follow that one gossip account? because i know none of you were near when this happened.

liam lawson i do. how else am i supposed to find out that fernando alonso was visited by taylor swift last week in austin? daniel ricciardo it's fun to follow them. one time they said max and i were hooking up, we weren’t, but i liked the tweet to fuel them more. pr was not happy that week.

mark webber christian's been awfully quite this entire time.

max verstappen we're planning on how to torpedo into carlos in brazil. i'm the sacrifice because i've already won the championship. checo perez he supposed to fail at getting pole position in quali next week to end up behind carlos. sebastian vettel pulling a kvyat i see, i respect it max verstappen the only time i'll do something like kvyat. yuki tsunoda HE PUNCHED TEAGAN?! WHAT THE HELL?? WHERE IS THIS MAN?!

liam lawson yuki, think about your actions. charles is getting fined for what you’re thinking about doing (i think)

yuki tsunoda do i look like i give a fuck?

pierre gasly we ride at dawn!

mark webber you two are perfect for each other

sebastian vettel YOU’RE IN A MEETING GET OFF YOUR PHONE GASLY!!!

yuki tsunoda that should be your sign gasly, come back to alpha tauri! daniel can take your seat at alpine

daniel ricciardo hell no. i saw what they did to my fellow aussie, oscar. do you think i wanna get sued by them?

teagan horner we’re back, carlos is still pissed but so is my dad.

mark webber how’s your face after that punch?

teagan horner i have a sick black eye. i look like i got in a bar fight. i got the proper texas experience. christian horner this isn't a laughing matter teagan. you could've been seriously hurt. sebastian vettel he's right teagan, it could've escalated to something worse. max verstappen so is the plan still on to crash into carlos or not?

charles leclerc not, i want to do it. who gives a fuck on where i end up in the drivers championship, i'm already p7. let me do it brocedes style.

daniel ricciardo ah, 2016 spainsh grand prix, those were good days.

sebastian vettel you got p4 and max won daniel ricciardo they were good days because both mercedes dnf'd

max verstappen he won't do it

sergio perez i'll gladly help, we can have a repeat of yesterday.

charles leclerc deal and sorry about that, again.

sergio perez it could've happened to anyone, besides it was my fault

alex albon so...talk about a dramatic brazilian gp

lewis hamilton why is it always thing 1 or thing 2 starting the awkward conversations? lando norris they have nothing better to do alex albon listen here you muppet!

logan sargeant (i'm so sorry lewis) it's giving brocedes 2.0

nico hulkenberg be grateful you weren't around then sargeant. those were dark times.

lewis hamilton i feel like you're being a little dramatic about it.

kevin magnussen we aren't. everyone walked on eggshells because of you two. toto could never seem to catch a break.

fernando alonso it seems you're the old one lewis, if your memory is failing already.

lando norris kinda surprised it took this long for those two to go at it a la brocedes

charles leclerc i was sandwiched, what was i supposed to do? crash into checo for the second time in a row?

carlos sainz not crash into me. you had no problem crashing into sergio last week.

charles leclerc well, checo is the one retiring this year, not you. you'll have plenty more races.

carlos sainz since when do you call him checo?

carlos sainz and i was on pole! i could've won!

max verstappen at charles' expense no less

george russell "horrified looks from everyone in the room"

daniel ricciardo i don't know if i should be impressed that you know taylor swift lyrics lance stroll coming from the guy who sang our song in an interview word for word last month. daniel ricciardo at least i wasn't the one spamming the groupchat with taylonso memes

lewis hamilton how did this become the mess it has?

fernando alonso this is the only time i will ever wish sebastian was still driving. at least he could control these baboons.

nico hulkenberg who are you calling a baboon, nando?

fernando alonso if the shoe fits, nico, if the shoe fits

LAS VEGAS 2023

pierre gasly i will be throwing hands with fred and the rest of ferrari’s f1 team, starting with carlos.

alex albon but we gotta give charles credit, defying team orders the way he did in vegas? respect, it further proves ferrari would keep sacrificing his race even if he was on pole and leading the majority of the race.

liam lawson what did we expect? it's ferrari, and that strategy was a shit one, even i know that. charles had been leading for 35/50 laps and they wanted him to let carlos through? who was down in p6? yuki tsunoda ferrari has shit for brains pierre gasly and it's not like carlos would've been able to make it past checo, oscar, danny, and max to get the win. in the end, lando and alex overtook him, alex who's in a williams! you would've given me a few more laps and i could've overtaken him.

daniel ricciardo also, rumor has it that piero ferrari is like super pissed they let charles go.

mark webber of course he’s pissed, charles was their golden boy, he won monza. the first to do so since 2010 when fernando had won.

liam lawson i think the biggest fuck you to ferrari would be having charles win both monza and imola

sebastian vettel i like this kid, where did christian find you?

pierre gasly outside of yuki’s home. he picked him up by the scruff of his neck and said, “i want you to be our reserve driver at alpha tauri” liam lawson he found me in a dumpster outside of his home. sebastian vettel i hate both of you

teagan horner i thank god everyday that there is only one race left until the season is over

¡leclerc-s speaks! would carlos ever act like this? probably not, doesn't mean i'm going to stop writing it this way. i think people react in different ways when they're hurt and unfortunately in this fic carlos is lashing out. don't worry, i'm going to fix their relationship, just not for now, i like drama. would any of these events happen irl, no way, but what's the fun in fanfic if you can't exaggerate events at least a little?

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[mrswolffs-blog]

THE BETRAYER: Toto Wolff x Horner!Reader

Y/n dating the rival of her brother pissed him off to no end, and her marrying him made it worse. Y/n and Toto have been married for the past 4 years, which made it the worse years of Christian's life as he had to continuously watch his sister be all domestic and passionate with the man, he despised the most. All the hugging and small kisses and pecks in the paddock made his stomach sick and let's not forget the family dinners and other get togethers that now became a torture to attend.

Now the news trending all over the internet was that Y/n and Toto were expecting. Toto was in the middle of an interview answering a question, when an obviously pregnant Y/n walked out onto the patio behind Toto with their dog Hades following closely behind as she walked towards the garden once again out of sight. Toto obviously knew that she was seen and so he decided to address it. "Yes, you are seeing right. My wife is 6 months pregnant" he announced, sending the world off into excitement as loads of congratulations were being sent their way.

Christian just hearing of the news on his arrival to the paddock, fainted on the spot, scaring the journalists as he was transported to the medical room. Y/n had heard of her brother's state upon arrival and was immediately led to his garage where he was seated outside. "Chris are you okay? I heard that you passed out?" Y/n asked worriedly searching his skin for any signs of sickness. "Yes, I did, what were you thinking when you went and did this. Are you sure this is something you want to do?" Christian asked not knowing how to feel. "Yes Christian, I want this. And it's not like I can turn back now, I've gone too far" she said trying to reassure her brother that everything was fine.

After a while of talking, Christian somewhat began to accept the situation as Toto came to pick up his wife. "There you are Liebe, hi Christian, you wouldn't mind if I take her away?" he asked closely to being polite. "Sure, you can take her if you promise not to have another one of those rugrats that you're currently creating" Christian replied making everyone laugh at the banter between the in laws. everyone was finally making progress at the relationship evolved positively.

[thatsdemko]

good riddance - m.verstappen

part one (the story of us)

masterlist

warnings: angst

a/n: oh I’m so sorry… but Taylor swift doesn’t always have happy endings!

—

the cameras, the microphones, the tape recorders, the iPhones, and many other devices were shoved in your face the second you stepped into the paddock. nobody seemed to care about Charles red pants or that Lewis was shirtless, everyone cared about you and max.

it’d been a week since your first win, and exactly two days since the article was released. you’d have a lot to talk about in your drivers meetings, and you dreaded that moment more than the cameras in your face.

an audible groan escapes your lips as fans and interviewers trip over your feet, you’re so lucky the Red Bull hospitality is just feet away from you. home sweet home, you could relax and watch them all flock around other drivers in the comfort of your inn.

however, you see those blond little hairs in the window. they seep out from under his hat, he’s throwing his head back most likely in laughter, and it pisses you off. how can he be laughing in such a serious time? why couldn’t he have just called instead of trying to turn your life into a nightmare.

walking up those steps you’re thankful the cameras don’t follow, because when you whip open that door a very noticeable silence falls to the room. suddenly, you don’t feel at home anymore.

you watch the eyes all fall on you, it’s like a slow motion scene from a movie. where the camera pans to the disgusted looks, and the new girl at school nervously looks around for a place to sit in the lunch room. that’s how it feels right now.

his eyes are the only ones that don’t move. they are glued to the Aussie in front of him who’s a good distraction.

you find an open table and take the seat throwing your things into the chair opposite of where you’re seated. the noise seems to pick up again, and your eyes search everywhere for a comforting face, maybe someone who will talk to you, but nobody budges. everyone must be on his side.

and it’s easy to figure why they are. he’s a two time world champion, and he’s a man. everyone you ever knew had turned against you in the matter of a week. well fuck that, you think to yourself, two can play this game.

you pick up your bags and storm out the hospitality going to a place you never thought you’d be.

“y/n?” he looks up from his computer, dark eyebrows furrowed with confusion, “darling, what can I do for you?”

“I want work with you,” you pause watching him cross his arms over his chest, he leans back into his chair nodding for you to continue, “I want to drive for Mercedes.”

—

no contracts were worked out just yet, things were still very under the radar with frequent texts and calls between Toto Wolff and others, but the head master of Red Bull, Christian Horner, had all of no clue. not until this morning.

“so can you confirm y/n is not staying with Red Bull?”

Christian’s face contorts, he laughs a little shaking his head, “no, we plan to keep y/n. we just told max he needs to get over himself and hopefully they will work things out. I know they will.”

Toto laughs into his microphone, “maybe if you had taken better care of y/n there wouldn’t be rumors of her departure.”

the room falls utterly silent. the other team principals are no longer of interest when the interviewer turns to the head hunch of Mercedes, “do you care to elaborate, Toto?”

“I think what I’m saying is obvious. we hope things work out, but if not? we’ll be waiting in the wings.”

—

the drivers conference is awfully uncomfortable. you’d found a seat in the corner of the room towards the back. yuki tsunoda is seated two seats away, his legs barely touching are an awful nice distraction to the world around you.

he’s seated with Charles and checo, his rumored new teammate. when he walked into the room, all the drivers congratulated him on his successful previous weekend, and not a soul even acknowledged your presence. this would be your falling out of formula one, all because max verstappen took everyone you ever loved and turned them against you.

why did he get to win? why did he force you into the corner? none of it was fair.

the room clears after the two hour long meeting. every inch of you is sore from the uncomfortable chairs as you stand up waiting to be the last one out.

“hey,” Charles moves from the line out of the building to where you stand, “congratulations on last weekend, you put a good fight.” he taps your arm gently and adds one more thing before he goes, “Mercedes is lucky to have you.”

the words perk his ears up. you can see the heat against the nape of his neck rise as he stops in his tracks and turns to face you, it’s the first time in two weeks since he’s looked you in the eyes.

you can feel all the words and air be lifted right out of you. his eyes are like title waves ready to meet land, and somehow it still makes your chest warm. he still makes your heart swell about ten sizes even if you haven’t spoken in what feels to be years.

“Mercedes?” he asks. the words feel so foreign and unfamiliar to his lips.

“well I’m not wanted at Red Bull anymore, so what’s the waste?”

he snorts out a laugh shaking his head. there you go again, he thinks to himself, trying to make him feel pitty towards you. well it certainly won’t work this time.

“well then go to Mercedes. I don’t want you as a teammate anymore if you’re just going to bail after one bad night.”

his bitterness was like a slap to the face. you can feel your heart ache, the pit of your stomach twisting as you swallow back the tears attempting to break through.

“then I don’t want you as a boyfriend anymore, because you can’t seem to apologize.”

“fine,” he says making his way to the door of the conference room, his hand rests on the handle just about to leave before he adds one more thing, “I never loved you in the first place, and I did want you gone so look at that, I guess I do win after all.”

[milflewis]

Soulmate AU

1.

When Sebastian first meets Nico Rosberg — and his hair more specifically — again after the crash, he nearly pisses his pants laughing.

“I see you have a type, eh?” He asks Lewis. He runs a hand through his own blond hair.

“Tell me,” he starts, leaning forward over Lewis’s left shoulder. Bono is saying something in the seat beside Lewis. Lewis’s face is relaxed and calm.

“Did you jerk off to Michael too? Blond, German, very fast. He’d fit in your collection.”

Lewis’s face doesn’t even flicker. When he asks a question about whatever Bono is saying, his voice is steady and quiet. They could be back in their regular driver briefings. Something in Sebastian’s chest swells up, pushing at his heart and lungs, mean and sour.

“Don’t worry,” he tells Lewis. “We all did. Can’t have you thinking you are special, hmm?”

2.

There are stories — old ones — that one hears over the years.

Stories of those who don’t meet their soulmates properly in life, and so join them in death.

Sebastian used to love stories.

When he opens his eyes after going into the wall too fast and too hard, he is standing beside Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis is talking to Ted, the camera on. His eyes are shadowed and his shoulders are curved slightly inwards.

When he sees Sebastian next to him, he startles, mouth falling open. “I — You.”

“Lewis?” Ted is frowning, concerned. “Are you alright?” He has a hand up as if to tell the cameraman to get ready to stop rolling. Or to zoom in on Lewis’s face. Sebastian isn’t sure.

“Um.” Lewis blinks, swallowing. He glances at Ted and then back at Sebastian.

Never let it be said that Sebastian isn’t ever helpful.

“He can’t see me, I think,” Sebastian says, and then mimes a blowjob with his hand and mouth, tongue in cheek, in front of Ted, who doesn’t stop staring at Lewis.

“Right, yeah,” Lewis says, as shakey as Sebastian has ever heard him. “Um.”

“Funny story,” Sebastian says, furious. He wants his dad. He stays looking into Lewis’s tired shocked face. He thinks if he sees his mom, he will never be able to stop crying “Turns out we are soulmates.”

“Lewis, you okay? Do you need a minute?”

Lewis inhales. Sebastian can see him visibly remember there is a camera on him. When he smiles, it is a thin slight of a thing.

“Sorry, man, what was your question again?”

3.

Lewis gets more curled in on himself as the year goes on, face thin. Quieter too. Him and Nico snap and snap at each other’s heels. Toto nearly has a stroke keeping them from biting.

Sebastian is self aware enough to know that he is not helping. That his commentary — one sided that it is as no one other than Lewis can hear him and Lewis rarely responds, not through words nor expressions — is only making things worse for him.

He can’t bring himself to care.

It drives the cold away a little. That short spark of satisfaction and victory when he pokes and pokes and pokes and Lewis keeps a straight face through it all.

Sometimes, if Lewis breaks, either in a flinch or an aborted eye roll, or god forbid, a laugh, then Sebastian can even make himself pretend that he is still alive.

“I have a question,” Sebastian declares. He is standing over by the window, looking out at the paddock.

Lewis ignores him.

Nico is saying something in response to James Allison. He looks tense. The entire room looks tense. Sebastian rolls his shoulders.

“Did you stop fucking Nico before I died, or do you only not like exhibitionism? I could leave if you want privacy.”

This makes Lewis look at him. It is a quick glance, cutting and sarcastic, eyebrows slightly raised. He somehow manages to look pissed and amused and embarrassed, all at the same time.

Sebastian smiles sunnily at him. It is often exhausting to be around Lewis, especially when he is like this. Lewis might be quiet, packed in tightly, but he spills over most of the time. No one can ever accuse him of being small.

“You are right, I guess,” Sebastian muses thoughtfully. “I would not leave you alone. I would be too bored.”

Nico wins. Nico retires. Lewis disappears home for the break. Sebastian follows his brother around for a few months, chattering at him, even though Fabian doesn’t ever respond. It’s not that different from before if he is being honest.

There is a Lewis light in his chest, always pulling. It’s not that bad of a sore, Sebastian reasons. Only a little achey.

4.

Formula One has started back up again when Sebastian follows the tug back to Lewis.

Lewis doesn’t say anything at Sebastian’s sudden appearance in the garage. His shoulders relax slightly though when Sebastian makes a quick quip about Valtteri’s blond — Seriously, Lewis, Sebastian thinks, half fond — hair.

He looks less like a scrunched up tissue someone used to blow their nose with. Sebastian tells him this. He catches Lewis’s badly smothered eye roll in the sleek reflective black of Mercedes’ desks.

He even makes Lewis laugh, startled, when he asks him if he managed to get laid while Sebastian was gone.

“So,” Niki says, sitting down beside Lewis in his motorhome. Lewis hums, pulling out his earbuds. Sebastian is slumped on the floor, back against the opposite wall. They’re waiting to be called for the post practise debrief.

“So.”

The half grin, all teeth and eyes squishing up, that Lewis sends Niki reminds Sebastian of Formula Three. His fingers itch for a steering wheel.

“Are you going to introduce me to your soulmate anytime before I die?”

Lewis goes very still. Stupidly, damningly, his eyes dart to Sebastian before he looks back at Niki.

Niki raises his eyebrows. He, eerily, manages to look Sebastian directly in the eyes. Sebastian waves. Just in case.

Niki’s expression doesn’t change.

Sebastian’s exhale could be a laugh.

“Well?” Niki nudges. “I am not getting older, you know?”

“Jesus, Nik,” Lewis says, automatically, like it’s rote. “I’ve told you. Stop making those jokes.”

“You’re the one who calls me ‘old man’.”

“It’s a term of endearment!”

Niki stares at him down. For the first time in Sebastian’s life — and death — he watches as Lewis Hamilton gives in.

“I don’t need to introduce you. You already know him.”

“Knew him,” Sebastian corrects. Lewis ignores him.

Niki watches Lewis for a moment longer. Lewis, resolutely, refuses to look away.

“This is ridiculous,” Sebastian informs him.

“Hello, Sebastian,” Niki says, and for the second time in not even five minutes, Sebastian wonders if Niki can see him. He doesn’t bother waving this time but it is a little freaky.

“I hate you,” Lewis tells him, sulkily.

“Yes,” Niki says, patting him on the shoulder. “I know.”

“How did you know?”

Sebastian isn’t sure if Lewis is asking how Niki knew that Lewis had a dead soulmate or how he knew that dead soulmate was Sebastian.

“Hmm, last year, you were weird. Weirder after Sebastian. Not how Nigel was, with Elio, or Michael, with Aryton.” Niki doesn’t take his eyes off of Lewis. His voice and face is softer than Sebastian has ever heard or seen. “Just. Weird. And still too, after Nico left.”

Lewis swallows thickly. “Right.”

“Some of me hoped.” Niki stops. He looks over at where Lewis looked earlier, when he is steadily refusing to look now. “When James died, I looked out for him.”

He shrugs. There is something hanging heavy in his face. “We knew each other too well in life, maybe. Or that was all the time we were given. More than most.”

“Yeah.”

Lewis meets Sebastian’s eyes. Sebastian looks back at him.

“And,” Niki says. He reaches a hand behind them and raps on the wall. “These are a bit thin too. I heard you talking to someone, once or twice.”

“Fuck off,” Lewis laughs. He scrubs an open palm down his face.

Niki reaches over to pat his cheek firmly. “You are sleeping better, this is good. Keep it up.”

“Aye, cap’n,” Lewis says dryly.

5.

Jenson: you cheatying slag

Jenson: i knoiw 4 a FACT that you dont know all the wdcs off by heart

Jenson: usinh seb as your own fuckinh wiki is wrong

Jenson: always knew you were a cheater aty your core. fernando warned me about you LOL

Jenson: also. tell seb hes a nerd

[agendabymooner]

the arrow and the bull speared through the hearth || toto w. scenario

toto wolff x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

EXTENSION TO COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (can be read as a standalone)

Summary: Toto Wolff and Christian Horner’s arguments weren’t something she minded — seeing as they often argued like old married couples more than she and the Mercedes team principal did. But when a three year old child picked up on their petulant remarks (and even a swear word or more), all Tilly Wolff (née Hearth) could do was intervene and take matters into her own hands. Who would have thought that the bosses of two dominant formula one teams would be scared of no one but her? 

Content warning: Use of explicit language, not proofread, kids learning how to swear, OFC being pissed and suggesting Christian Horner x Toto Wolff, brief angst, mostly humorous, year of setting: 2023 (Tia Wolff's age is three). Based on this request.

Note: In the span of a week, I have written ten smut drabbles/blurbs. I feel appalled because I never wrote any way before that.

I needed some dad!Formula One personnel content. So... enjoy this short Toto Wolff fic xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

💌re:moony’s planner is opened!!!

A relaxed race week was what everyone expected when it came to the Monaco Grand Prix. 

Everyone hoped for a chill week— some Formula One drivers lived in the principality and had hoped to enjoy the end of their weekend at a yacht, partying their asses off. They could care less about how tense it’d end up — they just wanted to have fun at the end of the week.

The same could be said for the superiors of the teams. All they wished for was a chill race week — this was Monaco, after all. It meant a lot but what’s a race in the richest country without a bit of fun? 

Hell. And that’s what the two team principals were experiencing right now as they both sat next to each other; confused about the scowl that sat on Tilly Ford Wolff’s barely-aging face as Toto Wolff and Christian Horner exchanged looks — as if they were asking about what either of them had done to be in the hot seats of Tilly’s office in the Red Bull Racing team area.

And while the terse environment remained as such in the office, Lewis Hamilton and George Russell leaned against the wall outside the office as they patiently waited for Toto. 

Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez both made their way towards the Mercedes duo as the Dutchman spoke, “Hey… what’re you guys doing here in the area?” 

“Oh, hey Max,” Lewis greeted and nodded, “just you know… waiting.” 

“They said Christian’s in Tilly’s office,” Checo told them, watching as the duo nodded in confirmation. “So you guys are waiting for Christian?” 

“No,” George replied before gesturing towards the closed entrance. “Our boss is also there.”

“Oh— why?” Max asked, only to pause as Charles and Lando entered the area and gathered with the four drivers. “What the hell is everyone doing in the Red Bull area?” 

“We were just told by Fred and Zak that Tilly’s called Christian and Toto to her office,” Lando said almost excitedly— too giddily. 

Everyone — by that I meant the Mercedes and Red Bull drivers — must have forgotten that Tilly also owned the Ferrari team and the McLaren team, meaning that news spread easily across the grid thanks to the fact that the two teams (alongside Red Bull) shared the same owner. 

“Do you guys know what it’s supposed to be about?” Max asked before nudging Lewis, “Lewis— you’ve got to know something. You’re married to Stevie.” 

“And you’re not dating my wife’s sister?” Lewis scoffed before looking at Charles as well. “Do you know something?”

“Me? No,” Charles shook his head. “I’m just as curious.” 

And while conversation rose in the group, Toto and Christian immediately looked away from the door as they both heard Tilly clear her throat. 

“So,” she started, her teeth showing as if she was ready to offer the loveliest smile or to tear the team principals to shreds as she leaned against her desk. “I’ve had an interview today— it’s such a lovely day today in Monaco, isn’t it?” 

Christian nodded as he replied, “Quite a good day to take the kids to the paddock, I’ll admit.” 

“Of course,” Tilly smiled — a maniacal smile she offered Christian and Toto as she continued. “The kids are in here and all that— even Geri’s taking care of them right now. But let’s not get into the details of what they’re up to because I’ve heard something quite interesting from one of them.” 

Toto’s face paled. He wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with him and Christian or just Christian only. Her children were Toto’s children so to be in this impromptu meeting was just to get him involved in his children’s life at the paddock. 

But to be sitting next to Christian? The Austrian man knew that he did something.

“Tia,” was the first thing that came out of Tilly’s mouth, to which Christian’s face also paled before exchanging looks with Toto. 

Tia, Toto and Tilly’s middle child and only daughter, was a three year old girl who acted more like Toto. In comparison to her brothers, Soren and Adelmo, Tia was more outspoken. The same could be said to all the things that she could’ve learned a second ago. When she learned how to say or how to know things, she just put her knowledge to work. 

So whatever trouble did Christian and Toto caused, Tia picked up on it and showed what she learned to her mother — who is now watching the two with a death stare while she crossed her arms. 

“So, I took Tia with me for the interview, right? She wanted to hang out with her Mama so who was I to deny my girl such a request?” Tilly spoke as if she wanted things to sound beautiful, but the fury behind her voice only showed when she said, “Then of course we prepared and we stood in front of the camera. The reporter asked her stuff and of course I allowed her to socialize with people!” 

“Now, Miss—“ the reporter looked at Tilly as if she was asking for the little girl’s name. 

“Tia,” Tilly grinned widely, her arms still carrying the toddler. 

“Miss Tia,” the reporter continued, Tia’s dark eyes brightening when she heard her name as she listened to the reporter ask, “What do you think about the Red Bull team?”

“Ich liebe Onkel Max!” I love Uncle Max! Tia exclaimed and looked for an approving nod from Tilly, to which the older woman grinned.

“You have to speak English, little darling,” Tilly spoke sweetly before turning towards the reporter, “I’m sorry— she’s learning so many languages that sometimes she’s not sure which one to speak!” 

The reporter laughed at this and waved off the comment before she asked Tia, “And what do you think about the Red Bull car, Tia? Is it better than Mercedes?” 

“No,” Tia giggled and shook her head insistently before she grinned.

“Red Bull is shit!” Tia repeated what she’s learned from her Papa, the adults surrounding her gasped in shock as they heard what she just said. 

“Mercedes is fucked too!” She repeated again before giggling, proud of what she’s picked up from her Uncle Christian. 

The drivers outside the office looked at each other with widened eyes.

Meanwhile, the two team principals — both reaching the point of midlife crisis — offered her a look like they were both kicked like a dog, obviously guilty at what Tia had heard from the two of them a few days ago when they got into an argument. 

“I can understand quarrelling,” Tilly said, obviously disappointed at the two. “I do. I even joke that you two are more married than I am to Toto— hell, even Geri jokes about it.” 

“I can also understand swearing,” Tilly continued. “Say whatever you two would like— fuck you, fuck that shit, I hope you rot in hell asshole— you two are fucking adults. You’re fine! You can swear as much as you’d like and even lose respect of other people if you don’t use those words carefully.” 

“But this whole petulant attitude—“ Tilly gestured at the two of them, “this whole ‘Oh fuck you, suck my dick’ or whatever the fuck is happening between the two of you? Keep that to yourselves— fuck the shit out of each other if it means that you’re getting that anger out! Hell, I’ll even let Toto get a cheating pass if it means that this unresolved issue is sorted out!”

Both Christian and Toto cringed at the suggestion. 

“But the moment those kinds of behaviour or those kinds of words reach the ears of the kids? This is where you cross the fucking line,” Tilly scolded the two, the team principals jumped slightly on their seats. 

“Guys! Have some decency to at least watch your words around them! They’re kids— you have your own kids, Christian— you know when to watch your words around them,” Tilly exclaimed exasperatedly, sighing before her eyes zeroed in at her husband, who froze in his seat.

She then continued with her lecture, “And those are your kids, Toto,” she spoke. “What if I get called into the fucking school because Tia— or god forbid all of them — learned to act so petulantly and curse her professors? We can’t set ourselves as examples of such behaviours! We’re parents to three kids! Hell, we have two grown children too but they know better.” 

“I know,” Toto nodded solemnly and guiltily, biting his inner cheek. 

“Well then why are we still having this conversation?” Tilly scoffed.

She sat on her chair behind the desk, sighing in exhaustion and massaging her head before she looked back up at them. “You two mean a lot to me— Toto, you’re my husband and the father to those kids. Christian— I trust you fully with the team and hell you’re Adelmo’s godfather—“

“I still don’t know why you did that,” Toto muttered before cowering under Tilly’s glare. 

“And you two promised that you’d make these seasons enjoyable for them and that you’d teach these kids everything about the sports,” Tilly sighed. “All Tia could see was bad blood between the two of you— no matter how much you respect each other, all she can see is you two fighting and that you hate each other so much.” 

“So how can I trust myself to bring them here,” Tilly asked, “and expect them to understand that you two are civilized enough when all they can see is hate? Or worse, shitty behaviours that involve insults and poor choices of words?”

Tilly sighed before gesturing at the entrance, “Sorry for venting— I know that I shouldn’t be taking the kids to the paddock if this was expected but I wanted to work closer and I can’t afford to miss out on their lives in the process.” 

“If it’s alright, I’d like to process this and figure out my next steps,” Tilly murmured, not even watching her husband and her appointed CEO stand from their seats. “Please shut the door behind you. I just need some time to think.” 

The two silently left the office, not even minding the gossiping drivers who stood at the halls as they shamefully walked out of the building.

They really did set a bad example for their kids— and Tilly made sure that they knew that. 

Tilly’s children were Toto’s as well, so the fact that he had shown this behaviour to his children was anything but acceptable. He did have to make it up to Tilly. Almost ten years of being together and she had managed to put up with his bullshit. 

But with the children in the mix? Toto was certain that she’d choose them over the kind of shit he had put her through. 

God he really needed to make it up to her. 

The day ended and Tilly Wolff was still in her office, sending the children back to their vacation home in Monaco with Charles and Aimee earlier today while she remained in the office to do the last of her work. 

A knock interrupted the silence of her place as she uttered a permission, the door swinging open. She already knew that it was her husband; whenever she’d fly to work on a race week, Toto never left the tracks without her. 

“How are you feeling now?” His Austrian accent hovered over her working figure as he sat across her. Her eyes remained at the screen before she gave him a glance. 

“A bit better,” Tilly murmured. “I’ve said what I had to say. And I’ve spoken to Tia about saying such things— not that she wouldn’t understand it easily; she’s a smart girl at her age.” 

“That she is,” Toto chuckled quietly. “She’s always been smart and she continues to show that by saying things aloud.”

“Sometimes the things that she learns aren’t the kind that we like to hear,” Tilly replied. 

Toto sighed, “Which is my mistake.” 

Tilly paused from her work, now paying full attention to her husband as Toto spoke. “I’ve learned a lot just being a father to them— and being your partner. And it’s my fault that I haven’t even considered how my actions and words could possibly affect everything around me. I almost lost you because of it— and now Tia’s learning to say things that she shouldn’t say because I’m allowing her to witness those arguments with Christian.” 

Tilly smiled gently, reaching out to tangle her fingers with larger ones as both their bands glimmered under the light of her office. “I can’t find myself to apologize for such knowing that it wouldn’t fix anything. But I can assure you that I’ll try and take control of the situation before it goes wrong for me and for the kids.” 

“Thank you, bello,” Tilly spoke softly, pressing her lips against his knuckles before leaning forward to kiss him. “I appreciate it. It’s not for me— it’s for our children and I appreciate your efforts.”

“You’re a good father, Toto,” she reassured him. “You just need to teach them how to handle tough situations without cursing the other party.”

“—and that means no swearing in front of them, and no talking shit about Christian,” Tilly and Toto laughed before they both got ready to leave the facility.

Maybe Toto and Christian were too hard on each other, but little did they know it only took Tilly Wolff to set them straight and finally own up to their behaviour.

She was a delightful woman, indeed.

[iamred-iamyellow]

Good Luck, Babe! - Part 1

♥ part 2 / chapter 2

♥ pairing: oscar piastri/carlos sainz jr 

♥ ballet au - enemies to lovers

♥ @liamlawsonlesbian 

♥ PLEASE READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE (none of the pictures are mine)

♥ ao3 link

♥ warning: this fic has swearing and uses some ballet terminology

♥ I’m finishing the folklore series I SWEAR I just really wanted to start this as well lol

♥ masterlist

No one has ever gotten under Oscar’s skin the way that Carlos does. Since the beginning of time there’s been competitiveness in ballet, but as two of the very few men at their company, their rivalry became a little more personal. 

Carlos took his spot at the barre, a few people lunging out of his way. He practiced a few relevé’s to get his feet moving until he heard a group of girls whispering. 

“He talks so much shit about Carlos…” one of them said as he reached down and fixed the elastic on his ballet flats. 

“I guess Oscar really does hate him.” another mumbled with a shrug. 

“You can tell him it’s mutual.” Carlos pipes up, staring at them directly. 

The group quiets down, turning away from the man and pretending to stretch. 

“Who are we waiting on?” Toto, their instructor said, strutting into the room. 

A few people mumbled Oscar’s name in response. Everyone knew it was a dangerous game pissing off Toto. He never forgave tardiness.

Oscar showed up a few minutes late, sneaking through the crack in the door with his head ducked. Toto had his back turned to the class, adjusting the speaker. 

“Piastri,” he said, turning around. Oscar dropped his bag and lightly placed his hand on the barre beside him. 

“You’re late.” Toto crossed his arms. 

“I suppose I am,” Oscar smiled and a few girls around him giggled. 

“Get out of my class.” Toto nodded towards the door. 

“Sorry?” he questioned. 

“You heard me. Out. Late students do not dance.” 

“You’re joking,” Oscar grabbed the barre tightly. “I’m the leading man, you can’t practice this dance without me.” 

“Carlos will take your place today,” Toto stated. Carlos met Oscar’s eyes, smirking at him deviously. This did nothing but inflate Carlos’ ego. 

“This is a fucking joke,” Oscar mumbled, grabbing his bag. 

“Watch your mouth before I replace you completely.”

“Let that be a lesson to all of you.” Toto sighed, watching Oscar leave the class. “We’re going to start with some simple grande plié’s, tendu’s, and penché's. Then the girls will put on their pointe shoes, we'll do a few across the floor combos, and then work on the pas de deux. Carlos, thank you for filling in today.” 

Carlos nodded in response. 

“Looks like Oscar fucked around and found out.” A girl in the class whispered, eliciting a few laughs. 

-

Oscar was first in class the next day, stealing Carlos’ sacred barre spot. It was ballet etiquette to let the older and more experienced dancers take their position first. A couple of people eyed him while he warmed up. Carlos arrived just a few minutes before class started as always and immediately noticed the man in his place. He took the spot behind Oscar and whispered: 

“You’re petty.” 

“You took something of mine, now I take something of yours.” he referred to the incident yesterday. 

“Still mad that you showed up late? That was your own fault.” 

Oscar rolled his eyes. 

Toto entered the room, a group of women following behind him. The last person through the door was Susie Wolff, prima ballerina. The girls sat on the floor with their pointé shoes, hitting them on the floor to bang the noise out of them. No one wanted to have them clomping around the stage during their graceful variations. 

“Abbi and Oscar, you’re up.” Susie said, gesturing for them to come to the center of the room. Oscar snuck a few glances at Carlos as the other dancers watched from the sidelines. Everyone stood with a complete poker-face, watching intensely for a misstep that never came. At the end of their performance all the students clapped and stared blankly.

"Abbi that was truly amazing." Susie praised her. "Try to get your leg a little bit higher during your développé's and I think it will be perfect."

Oscar was too busy watching Carlos to hear Toto’s critiques. “Piastri, are you with us?”

“Huh?” he snapped out of his stare. “Yea, yes I am, sorry.”

Toto sighed, “Alright, you two go stretch while Amna practices her solo.” As they made room for her, Oscar could hear his phone buzzing in his back. This caught the attention of both him and Carlos. He snuck over to it pretending to get water, hoping his instructors were too preoccupied watching Amna to notice. He checked the notification on his phone reading:

Lando 

party tonight @ Charles’ be there at 10

Oscar 

sounds good i'll be there

“Too bored to be paying attention to your fellow dancers?” Carlos asked.

Oscar flinched, not expecting a voice to come from behind him. He quickly shut off his phone and hid it in a pocket.

“I just had to check something,” Oscar muttered.

“Well, try to stay off your phone before you get in trouble again.”

Another hour passed and class ended.

Oscar

Is there anyone at your company you just despise?

Lando

no…?

Oscar

no one, really?

Lando

should I? lol my company is contemp, jazz, and hip hop so the vibes are pretty good over here 🤷‍♂️

-

Oscar pushed himself through the crowded party, spotting Lando and Charles laughing and drinking.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered, noticing another person with them. It was Carlos.

[ctimenefic]

don't like a gold rush

sometimes you watch a video of James Vowles calling Alex special and your mind goes blank and three weeks later you have 6k

everlasting thanks to @latecomersprivilege for cheerleading, proofreading, and encouraging my crimes

don't like a gold rush Rated Explicit Fandom F1 RPF Pairing Alexander Albon/George Russell 5,951 words In which Alex having a good boss for once drives George absolutely mad.

First part below:

James Vowles is the best thing that could have happened for Williams. Well, the best in 2023, second overall - second to signing Alex. George truly believes that, has said it often, loudly, to anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby with a microphone. Even as the spectre of getting caught in the Albon DRS train gets ever closer, even as the W14 lets him down at every turn, he’s still got a massive soft spot for his old team. He wants the best for them. He wants the best for Alex.

And James as a boss is everything Horner wasn’t, as far as George can tell. Even-tempered. Even-handed. Kind. George has been in the Mercedes orbit long enough to see that. James wasn’t the type to talk down to a fourteen-year-old touring a garage with eyes like saucers. Instead he offered a steadiness even Toto couldn’t match. His good opinion had been worth having, and George had fought to get it.

He likes James, for Christsakes.

So, it’s something of a surprise to find himself grinding his teeth as Alex gets second-beer tipsy and starts waxing poetic about what a difference he’s made to the team.

They’ve got a small table at the back of a footie pub in London, where not a single regular is under 60 and clearly no one gives two shits about Formula One. It’s not built for tall men; their knees jam up against each other. George is slightly too warm in his jumper and coat, prickles of heat across the back of his shoulders. And his molars ache as Alex keeps going on about bloody James Vowles.

“Some of it’s the car, obviously, and the calendar,” Alex is saying, too media-trained to not add context and caveats in any declaration, “but James is just- like, no offence to Jost, but- he gets it. It’s like we’re all going in the same direction. Points aren’t a fucking miracle anymore, it’s expected, but not in a bad way, you know?”

“Don’t rule out the driver,” George adds, because he’s pathetic, really, weak for the indulgent eyeroll and grin Alex throws him to hide the genuine pleased flush of a compliment. And, because, well. It can’t all be James.

He’s not blind to the fact Alex has dragged Williams higher than he ever managed. And yes, it’s a different car, a different set up, but Alex is fucking quick, and it’s about time someone else noticed.

“No, but really, it’s- Look, I’m not saying it’s perfect, I’m sure Logan has something to say about his contract renewal, but I’ve never had a boss who takes care of the team like he does. It’s nice,” Alex finishes, with that half-shrug he adopts to couch his opinions in nonchalance. George knows him too well to fall for it.

Something hot and slick and sour coats the inside of his chest cavity, roiling up from his belly. He necks the rest of his pint before it can escape over his tongue. “He takes care of you?” he manages, and it almost sounds normal, squeezed out of his throat like that, everything else trapped behind his teeth.

A glint comes into Alex’s eye. “I’m sure it’s not the full Toto Wolff experience-”

“Piss off.”

“-holidaying together, sharing a crossword, father-son fishing trips-”

“Piss off!”

“But, yeah. Logan more, obviously, he needs it more. But- you know after Silverstone, after you pointed out the shoulder thing, he had them look at the seat again? That kind of thing.”

Of course George remembers Silverstone. He’d joked about it, under the watchful eyes of the press and a Williams PR woman who knew him far too well, because Alex hated when George made a sincere fuss, but he could just about get away with taking the piss.

It’s good, he reminds himself, that James doesn’t want the car to shake his drivers to pieces. But that doesn’t stop the sudden blinding vision of James pressing a bandage against Alex’s skin.

George had done it, back in the summer, when Alex had tripped on their run and the jerk of the fall had reopened the scar from the seat. George had only had these stupid Superdrug plasters, all too small, so he’d had to line three up, carefully overlap them and smooth them down so they wouldn’t ruck up into a mess when Alex rolled his shoulders. Alex had said he was making too much of a fuss then as well, but he’d shivered as George ran a thumb around the edge of each plaster to check the seal.

It hadn’t been normal for George, obviously, having his best mate half-naked in his bathroom, the mirror too big for comfort, all of his face there to be seen as he touched Alex’s skin. But. But the thought of James doing the same makes George’s fingers tighten on his glass. And he knows, logically, that it didn’t happen; that Williams has a medic, that Alex has a trainer, that there’s half a dozen people on the team who take care of Alex. Who have that in their job descriptions.

He just- Christ. He wants it to be him.

“I’m glad, mate,” he lies. Swallows. Makes himself hold Alex’s gaze when he responds with his ducked-head smile. But he nudges the conversation on so he doesn’t have to keep lying, swaps the wildest rumours he can with Alex’s - Charles to Red Bull, Lewis to Ferrari, Fernando collecting a seat on every team like he’s filling out a Pokedex. The caustic burn lingers in the back of his throat, despite four pints and a packet of crisps. Read the rest on AO3

[musicallisto]

hiiiiiii if possible can i please also request a 🐚 with formula one? i am a (suffering) woman in stem (biomedical engineering) and although i can be introverted in situations w big groups i love spending time with my friends & making them laugh. i have no gender preference and i cannot wait to see what you come up with <33333

oookay lisa, it is high time i told you about this random ship/association that has been living rentfree in my mind for a while now... i can't keep quiet any longer, and i will wax poetic about you two, because clearly your one true f1 match is lewis hamilton.

okay first of all let me get the obvious out of the way: this man is absolutely gorgeous and oh so lovely oh my god. out of all the drivers on the grid he is the one i would be RACING to introduce to my parents. my mom would never ever reprimand me for anything again if i brought a guy like lewis home.

lewis is such an attentive guy, so he would most definitely try to keep up with your studies/work the same way you do his. it's only fair, and besides, he loves it when you nerd out about engineering; the way your eyes twinkle and you trail off because you get a little self-conscious. he thinks it's the most adorable thing ever, because guess what! he is a little bit of a nerd too!

also he loves asking you for input from an engineering perspective, which you've told him time and time again that you're in biomedical, you have NO idea how his car's aerodynamism or mechanic stress work, but he still values your expertise which is, obviously, the highest of praise coming from someone who is basically The Expert himself in his domain.

and you may act humble and like the mercedes engineers' jobs are way out of your league, but you do know your stuff about thermodynamics and fuel chemistry and composite materials, and lewis is blown away every time by your off-handed commentary, as if your observations were self-evident truths. certainly to you they are, the same way he's got an almost carnal understanding of his car's behavior on the track, and that's why you make such a fierce team. you're the theory, he's the practice <3

that's probably how you would meet by the way. and they were coworkers... oh my god they were coworkers... WAIT NO what if you were lewis' RACE ENGINEER ok ok i'm backtracking!!! you DO know your racing stuff actually. ohhhh good shit

because you know lewis is a cocky bastard (honorary, he's earned it) and when he's still high off the adrenaline of the race, perhaps when he's just scored a podium, he relentlessly flirts with you over radio. tells you he never could've done without you, right, sweetheart?, in that suave voice of his. on LIVE TELEVISION??

oh the twitter girlies are eating that up. and you are fumbling over your words, trying to congratulate him in a way that doesn't give away how putty in his hands you are.

but you're the one he runs to as soon as he's off the podium and free from the clutches of journalists and cameras, without fail.

planet F1 practically implodes after saudi arabia 2021, not only from the actual race which is already a good enough reason to go crazy tbh but also because lewis hamilton, breathless after racing past the checkered flag, seemingly asks you out point blank.

"congrats, lewis! you did it! that's first in the world again!" "... i believe this means i've won my bet, and i can finally take you out?"

we won't talk about the grand prix that followed, lol. he may have lost the world championship but at least he won the girl of his dreams, or something <3

you guys are so silly together it's actually disrespectful to the whole paddock. like there are people working here, loves. doing their 9 to 5. stop giggling and taking the piss at toto wolff in hushed whispers like school children!!

but you won't, and though they may not say it... all the other drivers love you two together <3 less so when knowing you are watching seemingly gives lewis wings during shootouts, however...

[maxybabyy]

It’s almost half past eight when the door opens and breaks Max’s focus.

Usually, people don’t come into this room. It’s too noisy, too hot when it isn’t completely freezing outside.

Lewis comes by occasionally, uses the nanodrop for his DNA samples. But his project is on the tail-end, and he’s too deep in the writing phase to even be on the lab cleaning rota. Max knows he was meant to stay, that Toto wanted to build a part of the group around him and his expertise. But funding runs out quickly; what was hot five years ago, may as well be old news today.

But it’s Daniel who pokes his head in, smile wide as he spots Max in the corner.

“There you are, Maxy.” He says, pushes the chair closer to Max before sitting down. “Alex said you’d left, but your stuff was still in the office, so.”

He doesn’t have a lab coat on, but always he doesn’t wear it. Max doesn’t know still if it’s an Australian thing, or because he is a pharmacist maybe, but also Oscar does it.

“But I have my gloves on today, Maxy.” Daniel said yesterday when Max had commented on it, trying not to stare at the lovely white tee shirt Daniel had been wearing. He wiggled his fingers as a tease, the bright pink gloves Seb had brought as a joke. He would have to at least be a large to escape the bright blue nitrile hell Max and the other mediums were saddled with. “Don’t get used to it though, just Oscar’s apparently shit at aliquoting piss I’ve learnt.”

“So what are we doing tonight, Max?” Daniel asks now. He is sitting on the chair the wrong way; elbows on the back of it with his chin in his hand. He couldn’t sit like that, Max thinks, at least not for very long. Not like Daniel can, like he does in their shared meetings when Christian and Zak remember they have a grant together.

“The university said the power would be out for a while tomorrow, so I of course have to shut down the MS,” Max says, huffs when he has to turn back to the computer.

The email had come Wednesday night, barely any information except for the notice of a power outage within eighty hours. Max had used the reply-all function to tell them to go suck an egg, turned off his phone and gone for a run.

Checo should of course be the one to do this, senior to Max in every way but one. But last time Sergio had been in charge of shutting down the systems, Max had come in the next day unable to complete calibration, and they had to replace two different parts.

It’s a new instrument too, and always he can be – the mass spectrometer can be a bit fussy when you have to shut it down. But Max has been working with mass spec since undergrad, was the second author on GP’s Nature Communications paper. Had come to Christian’s lab for this very instrument, so he of course knows it best.

“Always they say we are a part of a core facility, and still, they do this,” Max says. He’s already discussed it with GP and Jonathan how it isn’t okay, with the facility manager who hasn’t touched probably a mass spectrometer in his life. 

Daniel also hasn’t worked with MS by himself before, but he would of course understand, would know it isn’t okay to do this.

“Was the Friday bar alright?” Max asks. He had gone too for a bit, shared the last dregs of gin with Charles, pouring the tonic directly into the bottle to get the most of it. “George said he made a quiz, but to me it sounded very boring. There was a part, I think, where you had to spell out chemicals’ names.”

Daniel laughs, and it sounds so loud in their tiny room for two. Daniel has of course always had a very lovely laugh, but it sounds even better like this. The two of them only. Max likes it like that the best.

“Yeah ah, George kinda went to town on the goon sack instead,” he says. “I reckon Alex had to carry him home.”

“George drank the wine?” Max asks. “No! But that is so old, it’s been in the fridge since Liam graduated.”

“He went for the sangria too, it wasn’t even good fresh.”

“Always George should not be in charge of this, of drinking and parties,” Max says, remembers the nightmare his grad party had been. “You are of course very good at it, how to make it a good night.”

“You think so?” Daniel says, soft, hesitant. Max looks up from the instrument with a frown, touches Daniel’s hand where it’s been hovering in the air, like he didn’t know if he could touch him. Always he can. Max should tell him this, maybe.

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Then, would you go somewhere with me tonight?” He asks, closes his hand around Max’s. It’s different to work like this, one-handed and typing slow. But Max doesn’t want to pull away, keeps his hand in the warmth of Daniel’s.

“I think I am too tired for the club, Daniel.” Max says softly. He has gone before, after the Friday bar. But he cannot do it tonight, his body is too tired. He doesn’t think he would survive if he did, considers already if he should take the bus home and leave his bike behind.

But to his surprise, Daniel laughs, squeezes their hands together. “Nah, I was thinking we could maybe go get some food? You said you’ve been craving like, tacos, and I’ve found a place down by one of the bridges that I thought we could try. If you wanna, of course.” 

Daniel has only been in the city for five months, but already he has made friends in high places, in the low ones too. 

“I would love to, but always I don’t know how -“

“Hey, we’ll just leave whenever you’re done, no rush, Maxy.” Daniel says. 

Max nods, “Then it of course sounds very lovely. It will not be that much longer, I think.” 

“I’ll be here,” Daniel says softly. 

He pulls his hand from Max’s, the loss of touch, of warmth is sudden, but Max knew it would happen. But Daniel doesn’t leave. 

He doesn’t go back to the office to work on the paper Max knows has to be sent back with major revisions, doesn’t go over the postdoc application Zak isn’t supposed to know about. He pulls out his phone instead, plays one of those indie rock albums that Max has come to like. 

It’s very nice, Max thinks, his own earphones still dead in his ears. 

The MS does finally shut down, leaves the room almost quiet except for the music.  

They’re in the basement to get their bikes, Daniel will go in front because he knows where they’re going. He wears a helmet now too, one of those fancy Hövding airbags that will inflate if he crashes. 

“So I won’t mess up my hair, baby,” he had said, the collar loose around his neck when he came into the office to show it off. Max doesn’t care, thinks he looked cute in Max’s borrowed helmet, but this is good also. 

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says now, one leg swung over the bike. “Would it be cool with you if this was a date instead?” 

Max almost stumbles over the pedals, but he doesn’t, corrects himself so he’s upright and staring at Daniel, who watches him back almost shyly. 

“It would of course be very lovely, I think, if this was a date,” he says, faint. 

Daniel's lips stretch into a wide grin, and Max cannot help but return it. 

“Cool, let’s do that then.”

[formula1fanfiction]

Toto Wolff / George Russell

Title: The more you say, the less I know

Pairing: Toto Wolff / George Russell

Characters: Toto Wolff, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc

Prompt: Can we pretend that George being sick in Abu Dhabi was actually the start of his heat but he's the only omega in the paddock and when Toto smells him he begs George to let him HELP. Thank yu

George feels like death once he finally steps out of the car, he honestly doesn't know how he survived this race without a crash and somehow managed to secure a podium.

His heat has been threatening him the whole weekend, he had tried everything to stop it coming but nothing has worked and it looks like it's finally here. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered as much if he wasn't the only omega on the grid.

Oh and the fact he's been lying about being a Beta.

He quickly swallows the scent blockers Aleix has given him and makes his way to the cool down room. He just wants to get those over with then he can go back to his room and spend his heat with his toys.

George sits as far away from Charles and Max as possible, he probably would have on a normal day considering the way those two give each other bedroom eyes, although it had always surprised him that Charles and Max are together and not Pierre and Charles. George coughs as he sits down, both drivers give him a strange look .

"What?" George coughs again as he sits down. Max is smirking at him while Charles looks absolutely disgusted in him. "Did you fuck someone?" George chokes on his water. "What?"

"You smell like a bitch in heat." Max laughs, while Charles narrows his eyes. "Yes, it's affecting me as a Beta." George's heart pounds out of his chest. "How can they still smell him?"

"You're a Beta too, right?"

Charles knows?

Charles Knows!

"Yeah." George chokes out with another cough, a whole wave of slick leaks out of him, it's a good thing he's in his race suit, because he feels like he's pissed himself through his fire proofs.

Who was he kidding with scent blockers? He's way too far gone for that.

The podium celebrations happen without any further incident, he manages to stay a safe distance away from Charles and Max and his scent is covered by the smell of champagne.    

The problems start once he finally gets back into his garage. Toto comes over to congratulate him on securing second in the constructors championship. George knows he can smell his sweet omega scent, when his team principal's eyes dilate until they become fully black. "George." Toto growls, gripping George's forearm. George roughly pulls away and makes a run for it before he becomes too far gone and begs Toto to take him right here in the garage. Denying his body what it really wants.

George whines as he enters the safety of the toilet cubicle, he slides his back against the door and pulls his knees up to his chest. He's sticky with heat and the ungodly amount of slick he's produced. He doesn't know what to do, he's stuck here now probably for the rest of his life, he can't face Toto. Not now he knows. 

He doesn't know what to do, so George does what he does best and allows himself to cry. He feels beyond ill, all he wants is a massive alpha cock in his arse. He loses track of time somewhere between crying and flooding the place with his slick, when he hears an aggressive bang on the door. Fuck.  sweat pools off him, he could do with a bang himself, a hard one with his back preferably pressed against a soft mattress.  

it's only when someone knocks again, he comes back to himself. "Who is it?" He manages to croak out. "George, it's me Toto. Are you okay?" George purrs it's unbearable having an alpha so close to him. He can smell Toto's strong alpha scent through the door and George has to do everything in his power to stop himself from begging Toto to wreck him.

"I'm perfectly fine Toto." George surprises himself with how calm and collected he sounds, maybe Toto will just get the hint and go away.  "George, I can smell it you know." That's it then, his life as he knows it is over. "Right, yes. I'm sorry Toto. If you want to just step away, i'll pack my stuff and leave."

"Don't be silly George, who cares that you're an omega? George is convinced he's delirious at this point and palms his hard cock through his race suit. "George lets me in please." Toto sounds calm, collected and not angry at all. He sounds sexy, how has George never noticed before? George forces his own palm off his cock. 

"George, I can smell you. Please, just open the door, I can help you out." The words translate in George's brain to please George let me fuck you. He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. This can't be happening.

"Open the door George." Toto is quiet for a moment, a whole minute passes before he speaks again. "Open the door George, that's an order." The omega inside of him is screaming at him to obey an alpha's order. George would love nothing more than Toto's knot but there are mechanics out there? What if someone sees and tells the press that George is a horny omega who couldn't keep his hands off his team principal in public. No, he can't.

"I don't want to, go away." George lies, he can't take it anymore and pushes his race suit off his hips and wraps his hand around his cock still covered by his fire proofs. "I know you want me to help you George, don't lie to me."

"You being an omega won't affect your seat, I promise." George's hands shake as he scrambles to unlock the door. He's barely aware he's done it but Toto doesn't hesitate for a second, pulling him off his knees and presses himself up against George's sweaty back. "You smell so good baby."

"Do you want me to help you with your heat, sweet little omega?" Toto's hands are all over his body, he roughly spins him around and picks him up. George doesn't hesitate for a second and wraps his long legs around Toto's body. "You're so wet baby." Toto growls into his ear, palming the wet patch on George's fire proofs. "Please Toto."

George has completely lost it now, his omega instincts have fully taken over. Toto squeezes  his ass and massages the round globes, not hesitating for a second despite the amount of wetness George is leaking. George is shameless and pushes back into Toto's hand, silently begging for anything. The movement pushes Toto's hard cock into George's. It's pain and pleasure all at the same time, he can feel Toto's massive cock against his but there is far too much fabric between them. 

"Patience baby, you'll soon get what you want." George is only half aware that he's pulling Toto's clothes off, pulling at the hem of his shirt and pulling down the fly on his pants. Toto momentarily steps back and calmly removes each of the offending garments, leaving George to go insane watching him.

"Want you." George mumbles, mouth watering as he sees Toto's beautiful cock, it's so big and he wants to take it into his mouth, so badly. He wants to choke on it and be suffocated by the smell of Toto.  "let me help you George, this isn't about me."

Toto pushes George forward and bends him over the sink, George catches a glance at himself in the mirror, he's a mess, his hair is plastered to his forehead, his cheeks are burning red and his eyes are glazed over completely with lust. Toto is finally freeing him from his sticky fire proofs and purrs approvingly at George's body.

"You're so wet George." Toto groans into his ear as he pushes two fingers into George, he scissors them apart as George arches up, getting as much as he can from those long fingers. "Don't think i've ever had a bitch this wet." George moans even louder as a third finger is pushed inside and roughly slammed in and out of him.

"I don't have to fuck you, not if you don't want it George." The softness of it fucks with George's head. "I can just finger you or help you out in another way." George melts against Toto's body. "Please Alpha, I want your knot, please."

George has no shame and bends himself further over the sink and grinds his wet ass into Toto's cock. "Fuck, George." Toto grips his narrow hips tightly and it sends shock waves down Georges body. "Toto, fuck me please."

"Who would I be to deny a begging omega." Toto presses himself against George's cock and slowly starts to sink his cock inside. Toto's head rests on George's shoulder and he so badly wants Toto to bite him, claim him, ruin him. Toto starts thrusting instantly slamming into George, every thrust sends a tidal wave of slick down George's thighs.

It's not even nearly enough, George is begging for more, it feels like Toto is almost holding back. "Give me more, please." Toto gives a little sigh. "Whatever my little omega wants." Maybe George should be worried, they are not using a condom and George isn't on any birth control but he's not worried, he wants Toto to fuck him full of his pups.

Toto is holding him holding him like he's precious and might shatter in his arms, George on the other hand is pushing his hips back and getting everything he needs. He moans loudly, so damn turned on as Toto slides his hips back and slams back into him, The pace is rhythmic and fast and delicious. "You're so good like this George." George grunts as he's filled with an extra hard thrust. "Such a cute little omega, begging for your alpha's cock like that.

Toto holds George's hips in an iron grip, to stop him bumping himself into the sink and hurting himself. The omega inside George giggles foolishly at the protection from his alpha while Toto slides their bodies together perfectly, both moaning loudly in sync with each other.

"I've always know George, that you were a little omega." Toto growls into his ear, speeding up his thrusts until the sound of skin slapping against echo's around the bathroom. "As soon as you presented me with that little power point with your sweet smell and your eagerness to impress." George cries out, as Toto hits him dead on in his prostate. "And you are aren't you George? Always so submissive and responds well to praise."

"Please, I need..." George doesn't really know what he's asking for Toto seems to understand, as he angles his thrusts and slams into George's prostate with every thrust, causing the omega to cry out in pure pleasure with every thrust into his body. George comes hard, untouched the cum exploding over his already wet through body but it's not nearly enough. He whines and squirms in Toto's grip.

"What is it baby, do you need your alpha's not?" George is far too gone for words, he nods eagerly. George doesn't care about anything other than Toto's knot right now, he will happily carry Toto's pups, hopefully strong alpha's just like daddy.  

Toto thrusts into him with all his might, squeezing impossibly harder on his already bruised his hips, while his other hand pushes George's beck, down bending him open even more. George groans feeling himself open up, ready for the knot he's about to receive.

George splutters and chokes on his moans when he finally feels Toto's knot sink inside of his whole and starts swelling larger and larger. George's thoughts dominated by being a good wife and good mommy and that's even before Toto has started to spill inside of him.

When Toto's knot finally pops and fills him with that hot fertile alpha seed, he can't hold back his second orgasm and comes completely untouched.

Toto pulls out of him and sinks down to the floor with George, just holding him. George has come back to senses, at least before the next wave starts and he's so fucking embarrassed with himself, begging for knots and pups. What was he thinking?

"What are you going to do about the next wave?" Toto his helping him onto his feet. "I don't know, i've got toys and stuff back in my room." Just gives a little shrug. "Why... Why don't I help you with your heat? We've done it once what difference does a few more rounds make?" And then Toto adds as an afterthought. "We'll get you the morning after pill as well."

George is apparently more gone than he originally thought because he purrs and agrees to let Toto come back with him.       

[nian-7]

seeing that first kiss hcs with ron, toto and milo is making my heart flutter 💗 now i want a makeout drabble with them all blame my hormones as i am going thru my period today 😩

sure! please enjoy, anon! (please note that this will obviously be very suggestive!)

Ron, Toto, Milo x gn!reader

✧making out

✧suggestive, please know that the characters are canonically of age

-Ron is a wild card. It really depends on his mood. Sometimes he feels a bit lazy and would rather just chill but he, of course, has to indulge his lover when they want it. He couldn't just leave you yearning for it, you know!

-A slow and steady make out is common. During these, he takes his time and they always seem to render you breathless by the time it's over. His hands always seem to find the right place to hold, it's almost like he's memorized your favorite places. He totally has

-And the other kind is when he initiates it. He usually doesn't but, sometimes when he comes home all he wants to do is have you with him and kissing him. He's not a very rough or overly teasing kisser so it'll be more on the soft side.

-He always cups your cheek whenever he kisses you, it's just a habit at this point. He really enjoys feeling you lean into his hand just a little bit. It lets him know that you truly are enjoying what he's doing.

-Milo is 100% a big tease when it comes to stuff like this. He knows exactly what you want him to do and he will do the exact opposite. You'd like him to be a bit more forward during a make out session? Seems like he'll be extremely slow just to mess with you.

-His hand will always be holding your chin, surprisingly it keeps you effectively where he wants you. It's tight but never too tight, unless you were to tease him. You'd be able to tell if that teasing got to him because his grip would tighten.

-Speaking of teasing, he absolutely hates being teased but loves to tease you. It pisses him off a bit when you decide to tease him back and it almost turns into some sort of competition to see which one of you will back down first.

-He decides when he's done as well. Depending on what time of day it is, what he was doing before that, etc will depend on how long he will let you indulge in a make out or vise versa. If he has some sort of work to do, he'll purposely leave you wanting more and making you wait until he is done.

-Toto is a bundle of nervousness when it comes to these intimate things. So when it begins to escalate, even in the slightest, he tends to pull away a bit out of embarrassment and confusion. He's truly not sure what to do and would rather not mess up.

-He needs some guidance but, even if you both don't have any experience, he'd still rather let you take the lead. He won't judge at all if you were to make a mistake! He likely wouldn't even notice. His brain is already fuzzy from all that's happening.

-He's very easy to please and also eager to please. He want's to make sure he's not doing anything that'd make you uncomfortable. He's always asking to see where you'd like his hands, most times he'll usually have one cupping your cheek though.

-First few make out sessions, he doesn't prefer to even try taking the lead. He wants to see what you do and what you like so he can do the same and make it enjoyable for you!

-Toto is super gentle and sweet with you though. He's always got the softest touches, they almost tickle you and they leave you smiling into the kisses he is giving you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[agendabymooner]

i think he knows ! lando n. x ofc (alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

"he got the boyish look that i like in a man."

summary: nicola alessandro released a novel under the pen name 'grazie nichols' and everyone made sure that the fans are supporting her. lando norris could do anything but be subtle about the things he knew, and the novel's inspo was one of those things.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, appearance of other fictional characters (hearth sisters, lester ricciardo, etc), dirty jokes (no smut), ofc and lando being menaces, ofc being obsessed with lando, fans trying to come up with theories, ofc's account is private (colabebe)

note: (time check: 12:25 am) i'm sorry i dipped out 😭 a lot happened yesterday: i hung out with the guy (it was awkward lol) went to see the barbie movie with my sister then had a sangria after- i was planning to post something when i got home but apparently i'm a lightweight and was knocked out after. let me know what you think!!! anyway enjoy xx

ps. yes the graphics in here are stuff that i made hehe sorry if they're awful but these are just some last minute shit i made xx

masterlist

tagged grazienichols

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user1 new booktok rec??

user2 the grid is literally hyping this up 😭 is it that good

user3 MORE FORMULA ONE BOOKS!!!

user4 my wallet: empty

user5 me rn: trying to determine which driver relates to the man in the book the most 🧐

user6 bets on leclerc

user7 hmmm i think its more like estie? he's giving muse

user8 it could be yuki ???

user9 i agree user6 it's most likely shal bc that man is book bf material

liked by landonorris, pierregasly, danielricciardo

danielricciardo i don't blame them; this book is a bomb ass book 😉 liked by grazienichols

grazienichols 🤪

user1 grazie stop emptying my wallet challenge 🤐

grazienichols 😶 sorry xx

user2 making money just to get to monaco gp- gurl i don't blame you 😭

grazienichols it's getting more expensive as years go on 🥶

f1 monaco gp you say??? 👀

user3 she's making money already just toss the ticket in us broke people's direction 🙃

user4 yeah what she said ^^

tagged charles_leclerc, loricciardo, estebanocon and 7 other people

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user1 isn't lester pregnant??? why is she bent like that on the 7th photo? 😭

user2 lester can do things us mere humans can't

alex_albon i am appalled liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg i can't put too much photos sorry lad

alex_albon i'll remember this.

user3 lando fed us with the hearth sisters content at the slides 2, 4 and 6 and i've never felt this loved since my ex &lt;3

user4 gurl 💀 u good

user5 ESTIE BESTIEEEE 😩 i might bust a lil gimme a sec to chill

user6 the sisters in blue 🤤

user7 who's the third photo?

user8 lester's youngest sister, nicola

danielricciardo loricciardo 🤨 what're u doing?

loricciardo protecting baby ric 😳 liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg by flattening his head? 😟

loricciardo you just reduced my standing time and increased my bedrest time lando.jpg thx

lando.jpg what 😭 what's gonna happen if you're in bedrest? is the baby's head going to inflate back to place??

danielricciardo landonorris lad. that's not how it works.

arthurleclerc colabebe that pink is nice asf

colabebe thank you art!!! nice seeing you!!!

user9 uhhhhh?!!! arthur and daniel's in-law?

georgerussell63 why am i not there??? 🧐

lando.jpg my bad- i didn't really want you to take of your shirt in the middle of the ballroom hall. not really your night tonight mate.

user10 where is toto?!!!

lando.jpg god love him but he already has enough photo taken by his own wife. give others some chance to make it to my jpg account

user10 understood king 🤌

sylvieeford no max?? he really pissed you off 😹 liked by lando.jpg

lando.jpg yeah, and keep on reminding him that. maybe he'd apologize for once 🙄

landonorris posted a story !!!

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danielricciardo my favourite italian-british couple (no offense nora but i don't like georgerussell63 that much) liked by colabebe

nora_alessandro 😒😒

georgerussell63 you're not my favourite aussie either mate 😉

landonorris god gave me an equally obsessed gf and i love him for it liked by colabebe

colabebe just him??? 💔

landonorris me when you: 💗😩😳🤤

colabebe ❤️‍🩹

landonorris look at her

landonorris shes so pretty omg whats her @

oscarpiastri your simp looking ass is getting more obvious

colabebe 🤨 not my fault u don't get bitches 🤡

oscarpiastri do you wanna fight or wha 🤬

colabebe i deadlegged you last time and you ate shit so idk if thats even a question

oscarpiastri landonorris ur rat is at it again

landonorris hey man, that's my simp. leave her alone

mateoales throwing up

landonorris ratio + take L + didn't ask

colabebe cry + whine + sob + complain

mateoales you two are so mean when ur together