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hii i love your five so much omfg i was wondering if you could do 11 and 83 with lando or daniel w a bit of a breeding kink i’ve got major baby fever rn😭🫶

A/N i wasn't planning on writing this one yet, but the dr3 breeding kink was voted for in my last poll and so this one had to be done so i could tag it properly for the anon that requested it <3

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Lando was always in control; being the deciding voice in what needs to be changed with the McLaren he had to drive week in, week out. So when the MCL-60 wasn't performing, leaving him stranded out in P17 or scraping points in P9, you could see it was starting to get to him. You'd bore the brunt of his frustration, traumatising poor Oscar after every bad result. But it was wearing Lando down, and so when he dragged you back to the hotel after the Canadian GP you were half expecting him to break.

So when his lips greedily meshed with yours you were surprised, you thought for sure this would be the final straw for him. His tongue clashed with yours, tasting the fruity soda you had consumed during the race. The groan he lets out into your mouth makes your body tingle, pulling at the hairs at the nape of his neck. Lando pulls you on top of him, collapsing on the bed you shared. He pulls his lips away from yours with a smack, heavy breaths now filling the space between you.

"I want you to take control tonight."

Your stomach clenches at his words, images of a flushed and desperate Lando writhing underneath you fill your mind. "Are you sure?" You mutter back, brushing that one loose curl from his forehead. His eyes close at your soft touch before fluttering open, glazed over and wide staring at you. "So sure baby, just don't want to think right now." He practically whispers, voice nervous and slightly shaky.

You press your lips to his forehead, leaving a faint glossy sheen behind. He smiles softly up at you, his tongue poking out to wet his lips in nervousness, waiting for your response. "Whatever you need," you tell him, mirroring his own smile. He leans forward to kiss you, lips hovering over your own before he feels a sharp tug in his hair. His mouth stays parted, eyes closing as you brush your lips gently over his own. You feel the way he tries to capture your lips, the barely there brush leaving behind a thin layer of spit to add to your lip-gloss.

Your tongue peaks out, running over his lower lip before capturing it between your teeth and pulling gently. Lando whimpers at the sting, large hands encompassing your face to pull you towards his own. Your lips move in sync with his, practiced and perfected over time. You adjust your position, straddling him as you continue to kiss. He whines at the weight of you against his cock, straining now against his black jeans.

Your soft hands slide underneath his shirt, pushing it up to expose his tanned skin. Lando takes the hint and removes his team merch, throwing it on the floor with a thud. His large hands slide up your back, kissing along your jaw as your nails begin lightly scratching his back. "Take it off, please, wanna see you baby." Lando whispers against your skin, the movement of his lips against your neck making you moan softly. You heed his request, pulling your dress off and leaving you in your matching set. It was Lando's favourite, all black with custom fluoro yellow piping around the edges.

He groans at the sight of you, leaning back into the pillows when you gently shove his chest. Your lips connect with his own once more, sloppily coating them in the last of your lip gloss. Lando chases your lips as you pull away but you simply smirk at him, dipping your head to suck at the apex of his jaw. A loud moan leaves Lando's mouth at the action, his head tilting back to give you more access to his thick neck; access that you happily utilise.

Your lips are everywhere, overwhelming Lando in every sense, nibbling and sucking before swiping your tongue over the fresh marks left behind. Normally you'd avoid giving him hickeys but the next race wasn't until July so they had time to fade, and Lando loved the feeling of you claiming him in this way. His cock was starting to throb in his jeans with each press of your lips against his skin, especially when you migrated further south.

You kissed every inch of his skin, tracing every mole across his chest and stomach with your lips. His body erupted in goosebumps with each touch, squirming underneath you at the teasing. You slide your pinkies underneath the waistband of his jeans before undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. You hear Lando breathe a sigh of relief at the release of pressure, lifting his hips to allow you to slide his jeans down.

You kiss his length of his underwear, feeling it twitch with the first touch of your lips. "Y/N, babe, come here." Lando mutters, pulling at your arm. You hover over his bulge, the heat from between your legs radiating for Lando to feel. "What is it baby?" You ask, looking into Lando's glossy eyes. His pupils are blown wide, lips red and bitten as a consequence of your teasing. "Just want to feel you, is that okay?" He asks, eyes pleading.

"Of course it is Lan, but you're gonna have to beg for it, can you do that for me?" You question, dragging your nails down his chest as he smiles shyly with a nod. You remove your remaining underwear as Lando does the same before hovering over his hard cock, the tip bumping your clit as you position yourself.

"Please baby, need to feel you." Lando mutters as you glide your pussy over his cock, coating him in your wetness. He stutters out a groan at the feeling of your slick covering him, "Oh god, so fucking wet. Please, god please, let me feel you baby." He continues, hands squeezing your hips in an effort not to buck his hips into you. You slide his tip into your pussy, moaning at the stretch. Lando echoes the same moan, cock twitching at the feeling of your warmth.

"Fuck, feels s'good baby, more, please, give me more please, wanna be buried inside you s'bad." Lando hurries out, voice strained with restraint as he tries not to slam himself inside you. You heed his request, slamming yourself down onto his length before riding him at a wild pace, your legs immediately starting to burn.

"Holy shit, oh my god, love you, love being inside you, so good to me, yes baby, don't stop." Streams of praise and whines leave Lando's mouth, his body falling slack at the pleasure rippling over him. Moans spill out of the both of you, the burning pain of your legs adding to your pleasure as his cock hits you at the perfect angle. "Fuck Lan, made for me weren't you baby?" You mutter, hand resting on the side of his flushed face.

He nods with a whine, "Yeah baby, all yours, no-one else's, fuck yes. Use me just like that, my cock's all for you." His mouth drops open in a loud moan of your name, "So close, wanna feel you cum, please cum, need it." He slurs, hairline beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. Your hand slips down from his face, your other hand joining it to wrap around his thick neck as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

His thumb reaches over from where his hand has sat on your hips, rubbing against your clit with every bounce you make. It sends you flying over the edge, your walls clenching around Lando's cock and pulling his own orgasm from him. He releases with a loud groan, your hands tightening around his neck. His cum fills you, beginning to spill out from where you remained connected. You ease the pressure on his neck, collapsing forward on top of him.

You lift yourself on shaky legs, allowing Lando to slip out of you. You crawl up the bed before swinging your legs over Lando's face, his large hands cupping your ass. "Clean up your mess Lan." You tell him and he wastes no time, pulling you against his face as his tongue delves between your folds. He flicks and swirls like a madman, shaking his face in-between your legs, his nose bumping your clit with each movement as he cleans the combination of your cum that spills out. It doesn't take long for you to cum on his tongue, sensitive from your first orgasm.

Lando lifts you off his face, cuddling himself into you but not before kissing you sweetly, allowing you to taste the both of you on his tongue. "Thank you." He mutters, a sentiment repeated at the next race when Lando gets P4, and the next race when Lando gets his first home podium, and the week after when he secures another P2.

Oscar stands next to you in the garage as Lando gives his interviews after the race, "Whatever you did to him in that hotel room after Canada must have worked miracles, are you a witch?" He asks, laughing at the blush that coats your face. "Shut up pastry, unless you're only asking because you want some help getting those podiums too?" You retort. Oscar blushes fiercely, causing you to laugh this time before Lando joins you both, "What's so funny?"

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multifandomgirl08 · 5 months

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Me Against Him - M.V. #1

Max Verstappen x Younger Verstappen Sister!Reader (Platonic), Unnamed Male Character x Younger Verstappen Sister!Reader (Romantic)

Summary: You never wanted to be on the sidelines watching your brother compete, you wanted to be out there with him fighting for a championship.

Warning(s): Dual POVs (Reader and Max), Jos Verstappen (on page), Kelly Piquet (mention). I’m warning for Kelly as a precaution to those who aren’t a fan of her, she was in the request so I’m only writing about her because of that. She will be brought up in part 2.

A/N: Taken from this Request by @fordlita. I had to work with what I felt was important vs. fitting everything that was given to me in the request. That is why it has taken so long to work on this request. Most of this is just set up for part 2, which I've already started working on. I have no plans on extending this further than that.

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From the moment that you started karting, you knew that it would never be easy. Being one of the few girls striving to drive in Formula 1 and get a seat. It had always been tough especially since your brother was also working for a Formula 1 seat.

Racing and competing had always come easy to Max, even when you were both karting, your father Jos had always made Max the priority. He would finish working on Max's kart first, he would give Max the more expensive parts. You would put the same time and effort into competing and somehow it was never enough.

Once you had finally made it to F1 Academy and were racing with some of the other top women in the sport things seemed to feel like they were easier for you.

In the eyes of the media, Max was still the prodigal child of Jos Verstappen, and you were just Max's youngest sister, Victoria's twin, and Sophie Kumpen's karting legacy.

You loved your mother, she was the one who encouraged you to give karting a real try, not just because of your father or Max but because you really loved it and racing had made you happy.

Over the two years that you had been in F1 Academy, you had managed to win a championship and eventually, your agent had gotten a call from McLaren to be their reserve driver. You weren’t happy with being their reserve driver. You wanted to be driving for the team. And then you finally got your opportunity.

Six weeks later you had gotten another call from your agent telling you that McLaren wanted to sign you to be their second driver for the upcoming season.

It was everything that you had worked for all your life. You had called your mom and Victoria and shared the news with them. Victoria insisted that she should fly out to celebrate but instead, you offered to fly home to Holland and spend time with her given that she had your nephew Lio a few months ago.

When you had told Max, he had been excited for you and said he couldn’t wait to see you around the paddock all the time, and Max’s girlfriend Kelly even seemed happy for you.

Your father however didn’t have much to say when he heard from Raymond that you ended up signing with the team that you did. It was like you being the first woman to gain a seat in F1 meant nothing to him.

Over the next few years, Max won championship after championship. Your father was forever proud of Max and his achievements. With each championship win, it was like the media had also started to pay more attention to Max. It went from headlines like, “Brother and sister duo Max and Y/N Verstappen take P1 and P2 in Monza” to “Max Verstappen ahead of the rest of the field”. You had read that article. Every driver got at least a good paragraph about that race in Singapore, while you got a single sentence. Y/N Verstappen, younger sister of Max Verstappen started in qualifying P9 before dropping down to P15 during the race because of gearbox issues.

You never wanted to be on the sidelines watching your brother compete, you wanted to be out there with him fighting for a championship.

When the season started again you made a promise to yourself, you weren’t going to focus on Max or your father. Focus on what’s going on on the track, and don’t worry about the rest of the grid. You could still be friendly with Lando when you needed to but it would be easier if you avoided Max altogether. You needed people to see that you were much more than just Max Verstappen's baby sister.

So after the first race of the season, you stopped going to Max and congratulating him after races. Stopped visiting him, Kelly, and P when you weren’t with your fiancé. You didn’t talk to Victoria as often and barely called your mom when things felt like they were too much. You had barely made the effort to talk to your father after his second divorce went through and only spent time with your half-sister when you needed to.

It was just easier to shut them all out. The media couldn’t say anything if there was nothing to talk about.

"This is outrageous, my sister won't talk to me," Max yelled as he stood in his mother’s living room.

Victoria was sitting on the couch while his mother was sitting in the armchair, his father looked stoic. Aside from his father, they were all concerned about Y/N, she didn’t talk to anyone unless it was for birthdays or holidays.

Max was genuinely concerned for his little sister, they had always been close, even closer than Y/N and Victoria had been growing up because while Max and Jos were off in some part of Europe for a karting race Y/N would be with them, offering to help Max without Jos around or wanting Max’s advice on the way that something in her kart wasn’t working right. What she could do to make it better for her and the type of feedback to give their father as he was working on both of their karts.

He had been so proud of Y/N when she signed her contract with McLaren, even if it wasn’t Red Bull or Mercedes. Being able to share podiums with her meant so much since they ended up in different junior categories before they both got to F1. He always wanted her to succeed.

“It's fine Max, she’ll get over it.” His father said leaning back in his chair.

He just glared at him. His father didn’t care that Y/N wasn’t talking to him, he said that it was good for her. She was finally getting podiums and had ended up getting engaged in the last few months. Jos said that it was good, she would keep driving in F1 until she was married and then end up giving up the sport when she was ready to have kids.

Max knew that it was a lie that Y/N had told Jos to shut him up. Y/N wasn’t going to retire until she knew that she had a real chance at winning a WDC, she wanted to be the first woman to accomplish that feat.

At the next race, Max walked by the McLaren garage to try to talk to Y/N but he didn't see her so he ended up looking for Lando instead. He saw him talking with some guy in a suit.

"Yeah, she's a great teammate. A little intense at times, but Max can get like that too." He heard Lando say.

"Do you know why she doesn't talk to them anymore?" He heard the suit guy ask. "From how she brings it up, it's as if they did something. We've been together a long time and I've never even met her family."

"Honestly man, I don't know. That doesn't seem like how I know Max or any of Y/N's family. Maybe talk to Max." Max saw Lando point in his direction. "He is standing, just over there."

At first, Max didn’t recognize the guy in the suit. He was taller than you for sure, and he looked a little too comfortable around the paddock to just be a fan or celebrity. As he got closer Max started to recognize him, he was the man you were engaged to. Max did wonder how you ended up engaged to a real estate broker who was from the States. It seemed so strange to him.

Max walked closer to him, pointing himself towards Lando so the men would think that he wasn't paying him any mind. He didn't want to insult his sister's fiancé, just make the other guy aware that he didn't know who he was.

"Hey, Max, right?" He heard from the guy.

Max turned towards him, looking at the man in the suit. He was a little overdressed for a Formula 1 race.

"Yes, do I know you?" It was a fair thing to ask. Max didn't know him and this guy didn't know Max.

"No, but I know your sister." He offered before stretching his hand out to Max's to shake. "We're together."

That wasn't much of an explanation. He didn't even know if Y/N had told this guy that their family knew that she was getting married but none of them had met him before.

"So you're my baby sister's fiancé." He bit out not taking this guy's hand.

Max wasn't normally rude to anyone. When he was younger, Jos would have ripped him a new one for something like this.

Max could see that the guy was shocked hearing this from him.

"Yeah, I am." He answered.

Part of Max wanted to walk away from him, the part that was angry that his sister wouldn't talk to him and had stopped confiding in him over this last year.

"I just wanted to talk to you about her." He started to say. "She's been different and as her family, I would think that you would want to keep being in her life."

Max immediately wanted to stop this guy from finishing his sentence. This guy had no idea what his relationship with his younger sister was like, and he didn't need this guy to tell him.

Max was quick to look around the room, trying to see if there were reports or cameras around. He didn't need any of those people giving opinions about his family. Luckily all of them weren't in the garage.

"I want to keep being in her life, it's hard to when she's pushed me out of it," Max said cutting him off.

This guy's shoulders instantly dropped a little. He had no idea that it was Y/N who had pulled away from her family and left them in the dark for the last year. This guy was just as clueless as he was.

"I um... I had no idea." Max looked at him and could tell that he felt awkward.

"Yes, well she hasn't been talking to quite a few people lately." Max couldn't help but fire at him. He shouldn't be angry at this guy, but he can't help it. Y/N had been the one to pull away from all of them, and Max knew that the media was to blame for all of it.

He just wanted his baby sister back in his life.

"Maybe we can help each other," His sister's fiancé suggested. "You want your sister back in your life, and I would like to see my fiancée happy again."

Max wanted to think this over. He didn't just want to agree with the guy out of nowhere but he could try to hear him out.

"You have something in mind?" He asked. The man before him nodded.

They agreed to swap numbers and would find a time and place to talk.

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guccifrog · 5 months

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WRONG NUMBER P9

matt sturniolo x reader

the long awaited part 9 lmao

y/n pov

The throbbing pain in my lower abdomen was unbearable. it felt like someone was stabbing and twisting knives into my guts. I groaned, rolling over onto my side, my fingers digging into the soft cushion of the couch as if it were the source of my pain. My cramps had been relentless all day. I sighed, flicking the remote control aimlessly as I scrolled through the channels, hoping to find something - anything - that would distract me from the constant ache in my gut.

Finally, I could take it no longer. I reached down to grab my trusty heating pad, the one that had been my constant companion during countless nights of cramps and discomfort. But as my fingers closed around the familiar contours of the pad, I felt a strange, wet warmth seeping through the fabric. Confused, I lifted the pad to my face, only to find that it was leaking. And when I looked down, I saw the source of the problem, tiny, delicate holes, each one no bigger than a pinprick, marring the once-smooth surface of the pad.

I stared in disbelief at the damage made by none other than my beloved pet chick, Twinkie. I was furious. Not only was I in pain, but now I had to deal with a destroyed heating pad and an escaped baby chicken.

I let out a sigh of frustration as I put the damaged heating pad down on the coffee table, deciding to continue flipping through the channels. As I scrolled through the endless array of programming, my mind wandered back to the conversation I had with Matt earlier. He had insisted that I give him my address, but he didn't want to tell me why. Even though I knew it was a little risky considering he was just a stranger that I met a month ago through accidentally typing my mom's number wrong, I still gave it to him. Maybe it was because there was something about him that made me feel…I don't know. Safe?

I doubt his intentions are bad but even if they were he's still cute, I wouldn't mind getting killed or kidnapped by a hot guy, to be honest.

Just as I'm lost in thought, suddenly the doorbell rings. I groan, rolling my eyes. It's probably just another deliveryman with the wrong address again. I hesitantly get up, my cramps forgotten for a moment as I pad barefoot across the living room to answer the door. When I open it, I'm greeted by a delivery guy holding a large box and a bouquet of flowers.

"hate to break it to you but you got the wrong house lil man" I mutter, starting to close the door. But just before it clicks shut, he thrusts the box into my hands. "Wait, wait! These are for you! I'm sure I got the right house" he insists, handing me the flowers as well. I look down at the box, noticing that it's addressed to me. Confused, I take the flowers and box, shut the door, and sit down on the couch again.

Carefully, I unwrap the flowers, setting them down on the coffee table. They're tulips, my favorite. The box, however, is a mystery. I lift the lid, revealing a beautiful, handmade card with a simple message: "For panties girl, hope you like it!" My heart skips a beat as I realize it's from Matt.

As I continue to rummage through the box, my excitement grows. There are all sorts of things inside, a pair of soft cotton Hello Kitty socks, a box of chocolates, and even a huge cinnamoroll plushie.

I gasp as I reach the very bottom of the box, and when I uncover what's hidden there, my heart skips a beat. It's a pair of pink, hello kitty panties. The material feels silky smooth against my fingers, and there's even a tiny, Hello Kitty-shaped tag hanging from the waistband. I can't help but blush, this man whore has outdone himself.

As I continue to stare at the panties, I realize that they're the same size as the ones I've been wearing. I hadn't mentioned that to him, but he must have known.

My heart begins to race as I put the box aside, not wanting to think about how much this gesture means to me. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but it's hard not to when someone goes out of their way to do something so thoughtful.

I turn my attention back to the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. They're perfect, just like everything else.

As I'm lost in thought, suddenly, there's a commotion behind me. I turned around just in time to see Twinkie, the adorable chick I'd been taking care of, jumping onto the couch. Before I can react, he hops over to the coffee table and snatches the card Matt had made.

"Hey!" I exclaim, reaching for him. "That's not yours!"

Twinkie, however, is too quick for me. He hops over to the kitchen, clutching the card tightly in his beak. I follow him, trying not to lose my balance as I navigate around the island. He flies up onto the counter, his feathers ruffled in triumph.

"Twinkie give that back!" I plead, reaching out to him. He cocks his head to the side, regarding me with one beady eye before taking off again, darting around the kitchen.

suddenly, the phone rings, causing me to jump in surprise. It's Matt's number on the caller ID. My heart races as I hesitantly answer the phone, not even bothering to chase Twinkie again. "Hello?" I manage to croak out.

There's a moment of silence before he speaks. "Hey, Panties Girl," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." I can feel my cheeks flush, and my heart begins to race. "No, no, it's just…um…Twinkie…" I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

he chuckles. "I take it he's still jumping around?" I can hear the amusement in his voice, and it makes me smile despite the chaos around me. "Yeah, he's just being his usual adorable self," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.

Matt laughs, and the sound warms my insides. "Well, just wanted to make sure you got the flowers and everything." He pauses for a moment, and I can almost picture him grinning into the phone. "So, do you like them?" he asks, his voice low and husky. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I take in the scent of the tulips, their vibrant colors almost too bright to look at.

"They're…they're beautiful," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Matt. They're perfect." There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks again.

"You're welcome, y/n. I'm glad you like them." His voice is warm and soothing, making me want to lean against something solid. "And I'm glad you like the panties too, from the sounds of it." He said a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"They're…really nice," I manage to say, feeling my cheeks heat up again.

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its-avalon-08 · 1 month

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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p9

chapter 9: don't let your guard down

warnings - none at all

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As the warmth of the coffee spread through them, so did the conversation. They delved back into their childhood, sharing forgotten memories with easy laughter. Lewis spoke of his surprise and (secretly) delight when Y/N began showing up at his and Nico's racing practice sessions, her bright personality a welcome change to their competitive intensity.

Y/N, in turn, confessed her childhood crush on him, a secret she'd harbored for years. "I used to sneak peeks at you during races," she admitted with a blush, "just waiting around with cold bottles of water and hoping you'd notice me cheering you on from the stands."

Lewis chuckled, a genuine smile warming his features. "Believe me, I noticed." He felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest

The conversation grew more serious as they touched upon the rift between Lewis and Nico. Y/N listened intently as Lewis spoke of the crushing pressure to win, the constant need to prove himself. "It's frightening. I turned into a totally different person and I wasn't able to recognize myself after everything with-with.. Nico," Lewis's voice broke towards the end truly giving away how hurt he was. He admitted his fear of commitment, not just on the track but in his personal life.

"Dating is… complicated," Lewis confessed, running a hand through his hair. "There's never enough time, and the fear of failing… it spills over into everything. I am not able to enjoy the simple things like movie nights because I'm always checking my phone to see if Toto sent me something. I forget anniversaries because I'm occupied with all the other overwhelming things."

Y/N nodded in understanding. "I totally get it," she said softly. "I had a serious relationship a few years ago with this guy called Aaron. We were together for a year but it crashed and burned because of his.. inability to stay away from his ex's bed. We just weren't right for each other. I wanted my career and he wanted someone who stayed at home and didn't travel as much. I just could never be that person for him."

A shadow crossed Lewis's face. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay," Y/N forced a smile. "I learned a lot from it, mostly that I deserve someone who can be honest and true."

Suddenly, a playful glint returned to her eyes. "Speaking of which, I'm actually seeing someone casually right now. It keeps the pressure off from being permanently held to someone and just allows me to have a fun time. Just to keep things interesting, you know?"

Lewis's smile faltered, a flicker of something akin to jealousy crossing his features. He quickly masked it, but Y/N caught the shift in his demeanor.

"Oh," he said, his voice a touch colder. "That's… nice. yeah, that's good."

The conversation stalled, a heavy silence settling between them. Y/N's phone buzzed insistently in her pocket. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was her brother calling. Her face paled considering she had just spent over an hour talking to Nico's rival.

"Well," she said, standing up. "This has been… nice. Unexpected, but nice. I should probably get going."

Lewis rose as well, a strange mixture of emotions swirling within him. "Yeah, of course. See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah," she echoed, feeling the awkwardness return. "Bye, Lew- Lewis." She corrected herself from muttering his nickname. Lewis noticed and he felt his heart freeze.

With a mumbled goodbye, Y/N exited the apartment, leaving Lewis alone with the lingering scent of her vanilla perfume and a tangled web of emotions. He watched her disappear down the hallway, a strange ache settling in his chest. He hadn't expected her to be seeing someone, and the realization stung more than he cared to admit.

Lewis sank back into the chair, the worn leather a stark reminder of a simpler time. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to rebuild the bridges that had been burned. But first, he had to confront his own fears, both on and off the track. As the afternoon sun streamed through the window, Lewis knew his journey to redemption had just begun.

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BEST OF INTERVIEWS: KATARINA LOMBARDI (WILLIAMS MERCEDES)

LICENSE TO DRIVE ; f1 driver!oc x platonic! f1 grid

. . . best interview moments with katarina during her time in williams mercedes (2016)

"How are you feeling? The star of the Australian Grand Prix. Points on debut, with P5, what an impressive start!"

Katarina smiles feeling giddy, "I wasn't really expecting anything, we were just told to score points, I started at P16 and when my race engineers told me I was in P10 it was already a lot of places, I overtook a lot, and then my engineer kept saying P9, P7, and I was trying to keep the pace, keep the tyres from degrading. And defending the position, in the end I'm glad we picked up a few more points with P5 and P8."

"Are you hoping for the same results in the following races?"

Katarina smiles thinking to herself, "Hopefully, as long as we score points we'll have a chance. The grid is very competitive this year, so any chance to pick up points in a consistent manner is always valuable to the team."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"Katarina, how do you feel your rookie season is going? Are you ready to beat the records?"

"Thank you, I'm feeling fine, ready to race, it's a lot of fun, definitely." Her optimistic statement causes Sebastian to laugh next to her.

"Only she would find this fun, don't worry in your second year, you'll feel it coming to you." Max added, leaving Katarina shocked.

"Why would you say that Maxpen? It was one season, now you're acting like we aren't the same age. Is this the F1 effect?"

"Is it different from what you're used to?" Seb whispers from her right side.

"I mean, in comparison to Endurance Racing, it is a bit shorter, the stints. So maybe that's why I'm having fun. It's all new to me, and different from what I'm used to."

The other drivers in the conference nod their heads in understanding. "What do you think is easier? Formula One or Endurance Racing?"

This time Katarina paused and thought for a moment, "Wait... I don't think I'm qualified to compare both, I drove in a different class from the hypercars. I think part of the reason I'm enjoying it is because of the speed, I don't think it's the same as the Pro Class."

"Have you seen Mark? You race for the same team right?" Sebastian asks the younger female driver.

"I remember, it was amazing to witness that, seeing him win. I was so happy for the team." Katarina reminisces of her time in the WEC racing in the same team alongside Mark Webber.

"You're acting like you didn't win in your own class. You had an outstanding debut in WEC, I don't think she needs another outstanding debut in Formula One." Max teases Katarina from the other side of the panel.

"You should've joined me in Endurance Racing then." Katarina shrugs Max off, leaving the press and drivers laughing.

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"Katarina, congratulations on your first podium. After six races, you reached P3— how are you feeling?"

"I mean P3... I'm happy. I couldn't stop smiling, I think if we do things properly then things will get better." Katarina looks around smiling next to Lewis and Seb.

"It was close there— the race for the third."

Katarina nods her head in agreement, "Lewis and Seb were so fast, I don't think I could get P2, but I had to defend with Max, he was behind me and I kept checking my mirror to see him."

"I saw in the cooldown room, they were properly racing, Kat and Max— those were some good defenses." Seb adds, nodding his head towards Katarina.

"It feels like Formula 2 again, definitely happy I got the podium."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"How does it feel to be racing in Formula One, here at Monza?" It was Katarina's first time racing back in her hometown since her F2 days.

"Frankly it still feels like home to me, this is my first time racing back and this is the region I grew up in. I'm excited to see how things go and hopefully we can score points and maybe get a podium, we'll see. Thank you." Katarina waves bye to the report before moving on to the next.

"Are you feeling the pressure here in Monza? Despite racing for the Finnish flag, this is your home race, how did that come to be?"

"I'm feeling excited, there's a lot of talk about me saying this is my home race. I still think it's only right for me to call this my home race, I do have a permanent address here, I grew up here— there's a lot of misconception about why I race for the Finnish flag despite my last name being Italian. I'm proud to be racing for the Finnish flag because of my mother who also was a racing driver, especially since I take my father's last name. At the end of the day I'm making my family proud whether I race for Finland or Italy so it doesn't matter too much what they think I should race for."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"We heard that you're a big fan of Kimi Raikkonen, is that true Katarina?"

Katarina looks back and forth with the cameras in disbelief, "Where did you get that?"

One of the staff shows a video of Katarina as a child crying, wearing a Ferrari shirt with Kimi's name. Katarina laughs seeing herself, wondering where the staff found these.

"Who? Did my parents send this video? Oh nooo, I was so young. This is 2007 right?" Katarina smiles as she watches herself jumping down with tears falling down her eyes.

"I always watched Kimi when I was young, he was just like me, my mother knew him so when I was young I was just supporting who they liked. But when he moved to Ferrari I felt seen. When he won, I cried and yes, that is true— if the mood was right I would cry again, but I won't do that here so I'll just shut up."

The staff laughs behind the camera, as Katarina reveals a snippet of her life. "It's cute though... I think Kimi will love hearing about this story. Does Kimi know about this?"

Katarina squirms in her seat, nose twitching in embarrassment— "I think my parents told Kimi immediately after it happened. I don't remember but they constantly teased me about it."

. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

"Despite not being able to finish the race, you managed P7 in the WDC. How are you feeling?"

The fireworks in Yas Marina Circuit were still ongoing, despite the race ending a few minutes ago. Most drivers are doing interviews or in their team garages celebrating. Katarina however, still stuck on interviews.

"The DNF is sad, but the team told me to stop if I can't keep going on, the conditions are absolutely hard, and for my first time here that was an expected outcome. For the P7... I didn't expect that. We were waiting for the race to finish to know where we stand, and after finding out we're completely happy. It's a good result, there are many competitive cars and finishing P7 and P8 is good."

"There are rumors of you moving teams next year, are you allowed to say anything? Or is the team keeping it up for wraps?"

Katarina smiles mischievously, giggling to herself, "I don't know... Maybe you'll find out during the break what happens then. Where am I driving? We'll find out, I mean I know... you don't know so."

"You're going to tease us then?" The interviewer presses, hoping for more answers but Katarina laughs in reply.

"It'll be out sooner than later, you'll know during the break."

"Okay, keeping a tight lip on the move. We'll look forward to where you'll be driving next year. Enjoy your break!"

Katarina smiles waving at the camera, "Bye, thank you so much! See you next season."

#f1 driver oc #f1 female driver #f1 x oc #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fem driver #formula one x oc #formula 1 x oc

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ok race summary:

perez loses p2 early

something happened between the ferraris at the start?

alpine hits a mechanic with a tyre

5 second pit stop for zhou

valtteri loses engine power and dnfs (sad)

kmag hits yuki during safety car and yuki dnfs (sad)

drivers bunch up like an accordion bc sainz does something weird with a gap to perez? (i don't understand this yet fully)

ricciardo hits oscar and lance hits ricciardo

ricciardo and oscar both have gearbox damage

aston takes a whole minute to replace lance's front wing

ricciardo retires

logan comes out of the pits incorrectly (?)

10 second penalty to logan

10 second penalty to lance

10 second penalty to kmag

lance and kmag racing fiercely for p16

sir lewis p18 to p9!!

alonso had a terrible tyre strategy

alonso makes up 6.5 seconds in 6 laps

lando dotd

nico rosberg is hilarious

+ bonus post-race before i turned it off:

ricciardo is apparently a mind reader?

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anonduck07 · 1 month

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QUALI RECAP: Chinese GP 2024

Ft. Nico Rosberg quotes because he's commentating again (scroll to the bottom bit)

Out in Q1

P20: Logan Sargeant, who spun out and caused a yellow flag

P19: Yuki Tsunoda, whose DRS wasn't working until the last 6 minutes of Q1

"I mean, there's definitely something going on, I can't be fucking 19. Honestly, the lap was pretty good." - Yuki Tsunoda, Team radio

P18: Lewis Hamilton goes too aggressively in his final lap and exits Q1 for the first time since Jeddah 2022

"When I was making the set-up changes I was like, it can't get any worse surely- and it did." - Lewis Hamilton

P17: Kevin Magnussen

P16: Zhou Guanyu, who placed an impressive P9 for the sprint, gets knocked down and out by Charles Leclerc, to the frustration of his home city

Out in Q2

P15: Pierre Gasly, who makes it into Q2 for the first time this year

P14: Alex Albon, who has exited Q2 in every race this season

P13: Esteban Ocon

P12: Daniel Ricciardo made it into Q2, out-qualifying Tsunoda for the first time this year. He had a minor setback when he reported smoke coming from his breaks in Q1, and wasn't able to advance to Q3

P11: Lance Stroll

Q3 results

P10: Valterri Bottas, who is on an absolute roll with his pace in China, qualifying P9 during the sprint

P9: Nico Hulkenberg, also managing to pull the HAAS to decent results

P8: George Russell

P7: Carlos Sainz, who crashed in Q2 (red flag) but came back on track in time to place third fastest, apparently struggling in Q3

P6: Charles Leclerc, who struggled a bit as well during Q3

P5: Oscar Piastri

P4: Lando Norris, who got pole for the sprint only to finish an unfortunate P6

P3: Fernando Alonso, oversteering a little in his final lap and just getting knocked down by Perez

P2: Checo Perez, making yet another front row lock-out for Red Bull

P1: Max Verstappen, taking Red Bull's 100th pole position, his first pole in China, and becoming the first driver to qualify P1 in all 5 starting races of the calender since Mika Hakkinen.

Bonus Nico Rosberg Commentary

"It's a super difficult one isn't it, for Mercedes. Lewis has put them into quite the difficult position there." (About what Mercedes will do after Lewis leaves)

"Lewis, you know, the 7 time world champion. That's a mistake probably that should be avoidable."

"Lewis tends to say we have so different set-ups and such a big car difference and that's kind of his excuse this year…and he's gone again for that"

"I'm happy to appear on a statistic. I don't appear much very often anymore 'cause it's so long ago." (The statistic being previous poles in Shanghai)

"I know that because he [Fernando Alonso]'s my rival in those statistics. That's why I know his numbers."

#f1 #chinese gp 2024 #quali recap #nico rosberg #nr6 #brocedes

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george russell is interviewed during the drivers parade, bahrain - march 2, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "George, great to see you. Like I said yesterday, your smile's on your face. Your smile's on your face today, the sun is out, the car feels strong. What can you do today?" George: "I think it's gonna be an exciting race. It's super close between probably eight drivers out there, and in Bahrain it can go any way. I think it'll be a two stop race, lots of tire deg, but then it's probably the coolest conditions we've ever seen in Bahrain. Everyone's got jackets on, and you'd think, being in the Middle East, everybody would be hot and sweaty, but it's not the case, so that's something new for us all." Interviewer: "When you've been chatting in strategy briefings, do you get the feeling that you can kind of take the fight to the Ferraris and McLarens around you and maybe, just maybe, go after the Red Bull in front?" George: "Do you want the optimistic look or the reality?" [laugs] Interviewer: "Give me somewhere in the middle." [laughs] George: "Somewhere in the middle. The reality is I think we definitely have a fight on our hands for P2, P3, and I truly believe anyone from Charles to Lewis back in P9 can be fighting for second, and obviously we know Max is out in front. They won almost every race last year. They qualified three-tenths ahead yesterday their race pace looks even stronger, so we'll do our best. If there's an opportunity of course we'll go for it, but the truth is the fight's for second." Interviewer: "Talk me through your run down to turn one. For a change you've got a car that you can really attack. Does that kind of change your mindset a little bit as you kind of get through?" George: "Yeah, a hundred percent. For the first time in two years it now feels like we've got a racecar beneath us, whereas last year it was a bit like a bucking bronco, so… Lewis and I are really happy with the base of it… [coughs] 'Scuse me. But the lap time's still not quite there, but yeah, going into turn one is gonna be exciting. First race back in a new season. Missed this feeling." Interviewer: "Great stuff. Well best of luck today, George. Thank you very much." George: "Cheers." Interviewer: "I'll grab that. I'll take that one." [laughs]

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #bahrain gp 2024 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #bahrain #bahrain 2024 #bahrain 2024 saturday #charles leclerc #with lewis #tw max

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sennaverstappen · 3 months

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ROUND 5/23 ⸺ miami grand prix ✩ 07.05.2023

maple's rating: ★★★★★ (9.6/10)

☁︎ click read more facts, highlights & experiences ☁︎

✩ facts

max is the first winner from ninth since niki lauda in 1984; only five drivers have won from p9

max has won from eight different positions since the start of 2022

max ties with sebastians win record for red bull (38)

p2 for checo means his highest ever result on his home continent

this is max's fourth consecutive win in america

fernando's p3 means it's his fourth podium in five races

fernando has now scored more podiums this season than his previous seven (!!!!) combined

lewis gained seven places this race; having started 13th and finishing sixth

pierre got p8, scoring points for the first time in the usa

there were no yellow flags, safety cars, or retirements!

this is the 14th retirement-free gp in f1 history

✩ raceweek highlights

lewis out in qualifying

nyck is in q2!!

charles bins it. 🫡

and thus: max starts p9

checo on pole!

nyck crashing into lando turn 1 (😵😵😵)

max double overtake‼️‼️

charles getting stuck behind kmag for ~20 laps

fernando checking in on lance DURING the race

checo trying to come over to hug max after the race ->

max pointing at the 1 on his car ‼️‼️😵‍💫

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zandvoort23 · 3 months

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ROUND 1/24 ⸺ bahrain grand prix ✩ 02.03.2024

maple's rating: ★★★★ (8.3/10)

☁︎ click read more facts, highlights & experiences ☁︎

✩ facts

red bull ties with williams for fourth on the all-time win table with 114 race wins!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🍾🍾🍾🍾

max today won his eighth consecutive race 😁✨🌷☀️☀️🍾🍾💌💌💌

max now has two of the four longest winning streaks in history in the past 10 months (10 races, eight races)

this is max's fifth grand slam, tying alberto ascari and michael schumacher’s career totals, third of all-time‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥

max is the first driver to score a grand slam in the opening race of the season since michael schumacher in 2004 🥺🥺🥺🥺

today was max’s 42nd consecutive classified finish (the second longest streak in history behind lewis’ 48)

red bull finished one-two in the opening race for the second consecutive season (max beat checo by 11.987s in 2023)

checo’s p2 today was his best finish since monza 23

carlos’ p3 was only his fourth podium finish since the start of 2023

charles’ p4 gave him 12 points – he only scored six points in the opening three races of 2023 combined

with george in p5 and lewis p7, mercedes scored an identical result to bahrain 2023, but with their drivers swapped over

fernando was p9 – he finished on the podium in the opening three races last year

there were no retirements in the opening race of a season for the first time in f1 history 🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🌷🌷✨✨

✩ raceweek highlights

✩ free practice

max NOT slaying 🙅🙅🙅

dam that ferrari looks a bit fast

DAMN WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MERC 😵😵😵😵😵

max not sounding stressed though 👍

✩ qualifying

FIRST QUALIFYING OF THE SEASON 😵😵😵😵💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

qualifying being SO close

lewis kinda not impressing :/ oh okay

no incidents in quali! woah!!!

ALPINE. MASTERCLASS. 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷 (disasterclass): p19 & p20

GEORGE not following the delta (he did not get a penalty. of course)

charles' q2 lap ✨✨✨✨

thank you oscar piastri for that tow. i will remember 💕💕💕💕

MAX POLE MAX POLE MAX POLE MAX POLE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕💕💕💕☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

"ha ha sorry gp!" (gp and helmut bet on whether max got pole or not.)

33 poles for maxy!!!

✩ race

me having trouble breathing during the formation lap (normal occurrence. but still funny) 💥💥💥

OKAY. 🚨🚨🚨🚨 LETS FUCKING GOOOO

max IMMEDIATELY fucking off. who cares about the new drs rule if he can make a 1+ second gap within a lap 💀💀💀💀💀

NICE START FROM CHECOOO WOOOOO

contact between nico and lance 😨👎

charles. poor meow. what is happening to u 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫💔💔

fernando dropping 💔💔💔💔

FERRARI INFIGHTING LETS GOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥

max building the fuck out of that gap 💘💕💓💖💗‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏

50+ second pit stop for valtteri 💀 why does this always happen to him bro 😭😭😭😭

lewis not having a good time. like. at all 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ‘MY SEAT IS BROKEN’ AHHSHAHAHAH 😭😭😭😭😭

carlos 👀👀👀

williams overheating / wheel failure 😨😨😨 bc of their new screen 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

MAX LAPPING👀👀👀🪽🪽🪽

fuck you vcarb for doing that to my man yuki. fuck you. fuck youuuu oh my god fuck youuuu‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️👎👎👎👎💥💥💥💥💥💥

max weaving on the way to the finish line 😭😭😭😭😭

MAX VERSTAPPEN WINS THE FIRST RACE OF THE SEASON WITH A FUCKING GRAND SLAM‼️‼️‼️🏆🏆🏆☀️☀️☀️🌷🌷🌷🌷🪽🪽🪽💕💕💖💓💖💓💖🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

checo p2! first p2 since monza 😭😭

✩ miscellaneous

lestappen + george after quali 💀 bye

max laughing at george for thinking he's 0.5 behind per lap 🗣️

new intro screen! max looks cutieful! but its a downgrade for the intro in general 💔💔💔

ALAIN PROST IN THE PRERACE SHOW??? BONJOUR SIR!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰💥💥💥💥💥

versainz kindaa 👀👀👀😏😏😏

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Hello! I love your work sm! I was wondering if I could request j.hughes x f1driver!reader? Maybe where their relationship was private and it got exposed or maybe reader is super badass, idk you can take it anyway you want!

Note: it was such a weird thing to mix them.

Jack was half hidden in your garage, the relationship was still private. There were rumors and theories because out of sudden, Jack Hughes was really interested on F1. He had been on the Canadian GP and one of the USA's too. Now, it was the second USA GP of the season and he was more than used to the atmosphere.

This time, he had brought a couple of his teammates. Luke, John and Nico were with him also half hidden from the cameras.

The race was intense and you were dominating. Until George took a turn way too wide and you couldn't avoid hitting him. Jack had loudly gasped when he saw your car hitting the barriers and then spin. But luckily, it stopped before things got worse.

"Wow, that was..."

Luke patted his shoulder. "She is good, man"

They watched in awe how you pulled your car back in the race, having gone from P5 to P11. You tried to focus on the 15 minutes left in the race to try and at least get in the points. What you didn't know is that during those 15 minutes, pictures of Jack and the guys appeared all over the internet. People started posting more and more, somehow your relationship with Jack was exposed, people had caught you having dinner with him last night and you hadn't even notice.

You could make it to P9 and climbed down your car slightly pissed. You could have finished almost on the podium but no. Russell had gone wide and fucked your race.

You could feel the eyes on you as you walked around the paddock. You hadn't even seen Jack yet. You had only talked to your media assistant and engineer. And she had told you to take deep breaths and not react.

"What does it mean?"

"YN, your relationship was outed during the race"

You gasped.

"What?"

"People started posting pictures of you while you were driving"

"Shit" You ran your hand over your sweaty hair. "Have you seen Jack?" You asked suddenly worried.

"We told them to stay on the hospitality for a bit. We rather have them there for a little bit. Be ready for the questions and please, deep breaths"

You nodded and sipped and your drink.

"Let's go, it's your turn"

"Hi, YN. Unfortunate race"

You nodded.

"Yeah, you can say that."

"Some rumors have been running this last weeks. We know this kind of things can affect mentaly. Has this been the case? Pictures of you and Jack Hughes are filling social media right now. Has this affected your concentration during the race?"

"No. It's illegal to check the phone when you drive" You said deadpan.

Jack snorted a laugh. He loved you so much.

"So... You relationship with Jack didn't affect the way you raced today?"

"I had an amazing quali, a good start and a good race. It was George Russell who affected my race, not my boyfriend. And now, I'd like to hear you ask everyone else about their relationships. Are you going to do that too?"

Your media assistant pinched you, but she was smirking. You were a professional.

"Are you confirming Jack Hughes and you are dating?"

You rolled yours eyes. "Enough questions"

When you arrived to your motor home, Jack was there first to see you.

"Hey..."

You sighed and hugged him. "It's so difficult being a girl in a men dominated sport" You groaned on his chest.

"You are a badass. Queen of sarcastic remarks" He said and kissed your temple. "That's why I love you"

You giggled and looked up at his blue eyes. "Because of my passive aggressive comments and 0 patience?"

"Exactly"

You chuckled and pecked his lips. "I love you too"

He cupped your face and kissed you deeper.

"Guys, your relationship is public now, but your sex life should stay like that" Luke groaned from his place on your sofa.

"Shut up, moosey" you said. "I'm very affected"

Jack chuckled and hugged you tight. "No matter what they said, you raced well. And that George Russell guy..."

You rolled your eyes. "He is not a bad guy, he is a friend. No need to worry"

"He better not push you like that again" He muttered and kissed your nose.

"No need to worry, just think of it as one of your fights."

"We don't fight at 300km/h"He said truly worried.

You sighed and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine, it was just racing"

"They are being disgusting again" John whispered.

"Shut up, Marino."

#Jack Hughes #Jh #Fluff #Blurb #F1

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landograndprix · 3 months

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Hi! I just learned about F1 and some drivers but don’t know where to start learning or what to learn about F1 racing 😭😭😭 I really want to get into F1 so if you could recommend me something or idk anything to help me that’ll be great

Okay so I think knowing the basics goes a long way so here's a simple explanation—

The grid consists of 10 teams with each 2 drivers ⤵

red bull -> Max Verstappen, Sergio 'checo' Perez

mercedes -> Lewis Hamilton, George Russell

ferrari -> Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr

Mclaren -> Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri

Aston Martin -> Fernando Alonso, Lance Stroll

Williams -> Alex Albon, Logan Sargeant

racing bulls -> Yuki Tsunoda, Daniel Ricciardo

Alpine -> Esteban Ocon, Pierre Gasly

Stake -> Valtteri Bottas, Zhou Guanyu

Haas -> Kevin Magnussen, Nico Hulkenberg

there's third drivers as well who for example take the seat of a driver who's fallen sick and aren't able to race that weekend but we'll get to that once it actually happens 😅

Race weekends consists of three days ⤵

Fridays are for free practice 1 & 2

Saturdays are for free practice 3 & qualifying

Sundays are for the race

* schedule is different during sprint weeks, you can read about that here.

- free practice 1,2 & 3

Are sessions where teams and drivers get used to the track and test car setups and gather data and all that.

- qualifying

Determines the starting grid.

The first five drivers with the slowest laptime will be eliminated in Q1

In Q2 the next five slowest drivers are eliminated

Q3 will determine the top 10, the driver with the fastest lap will get pole position, so will start in p1.

- race

should be simple, just the race.

the drivers who finish in the top 10 all get points.

P1 - 25 points

P2 - 18 points

P3 - 15 points

P4 - 12 points

P5 - 10 points

P6 - 8 points

P7 - 6 points

P8 - 4 points

P9 - 2 points

P10 - 1 point

+ 1 bonus point for the driver with the fastest lap, that is if they place in the top ten.

++ there's a thing called Driver of the day where we can vote for who we think deserves to be called driver of the day but they don't get points for it

there's the drivers championship for the drivers obviously and the constructors championship for the teams.

tires ⤵

Softs –> the fastest tire, but are likely to wear out before the harder ones do.

Mediums -> somewhere in the middle tire. usually slower than the softs and faster than hards, should also last longer then softs and shorter than hard.

Hard –> don't have a lot of grip but should last the longest.

intermediates -> used on a wet track as well as a drying track

full wets -> for the heavy rain

flags ⤵

Green flag -> means the track is clear

Red flag -> means the race has been put to a stop and all cars should make their way back to the pits. Most likely after an incident or during risky weather conditions

chequered flag -> first one to see this flag is the race winner

yellow flag -> means the drivers need to slow down most likely due to debris on the track, a driver's spun out

sc -> Safety Car is put on track when an incident blocks the track and/or leaves a lot of debris. The drivers need to stay behind the sc until the marshals have cleared up.

vsc -> virtual safety car put out for minor incidents, where no safety car is on track, but drivers need to slow down to a required delta.

* there are so many flags but I feel like these are the most important ones for a beginner to know

honestly, there's so much to f1 and I'd be here for hours if I have to talk about it all but my best advice is to watch the races, look things up, watch stuff on YouTube and driver wise, if you want to get to know them more, look up their teams YouTube channels they do challenges and all that and hell, some drivers have their own channels and most importantly, don't be afraid to ask others if you're confused about something..I remember my first f1 race 😅

got you some links that might help you 😘

f1 glossary

f1 beginners guides

f1 YouTube

drivers

Charles YouTube

Carlos YouTube

Lando YouTube + quadrant

#id make such a shit teacher so pardon me if its confusing as hell 💀

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macaiv · 5 months

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I have seen a lot of comments recently saying that compared to Esteban, his teammates were able to adapt quicker to their new team. But context is very important when discussing Esteban's 2020 season, so here are a few points I would like to make:

• He spent about a year and a half not racing and barely had any testing with an F1 car during 2019. If I remember correctly, Renault gave Fernando a lot of testing in both the 2018 and 2020 cars in 2020.

• He only had 2 full seasons in F1 prior to joining Renault whilst his teammates in Renault/Alpine had (7) Daniel, (17) Fernando and (5) Pierre. So experience-wise, Esteban had significantly less F1 experience compared to them when they first entered the team.

• 2020 wasn't a typical year (Covid obviously). The season was fast paced to include as much races as possible but also had to work within health and travel restrictions. The season was filled with double and triple headers where it became difficult to have time to assess and analyse data and adapt after race weekends, especially for someone new to a team, a new car and even a new engine manufacturer. Note that even the Imola race took place over a two-day race weekend, with one 90 min FP session. I don't remember if there were other race weekends like this.

• When Daniel had both his podiums, Esteban had technical DNFs during those races. During the year, he had a total of 4 mechanical DNFs while Daniel had 1. Thus, making the points difference between them more than it should be. Note that during these races, Esteban usually qualified 1 or 2 places behind Daniel bar the Styrian GP and Imola GP.

Final Points Tally: Daniel - 119; Esteban - 62

Points Tally on Races where both finished: Daniel - 73; Esteban - 58

For those curious, here are the qualifying grid positions during the 4 races Esteban DNF'd:

Styrian GP - DR: P9; EO: P5

Tuscan GP - DR: P8; EO: P10

Eifel GP - DR: P6; EO: P7

Imola GP - DR: P5; EO: P12 (Note: the Alfa Romeos who qualified P18 and P20 finished the race P9 and P10; Checo, who qualified P11 finished the race P6)

#it bothers me everytime I see someone mention how “terrible” Esteban was in 2020 #Yes it wasn't an ideal season far from it but it wasn't such a terrible season as most people make it out to be...#I don't think I can classify this as a rant haha more like clearing misinformation (maybe)#anyway if anyone notices any mistakes here just let me know 🙂#esteban ocon #eo31

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charlywrites · 2 years

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Requested by @escapingrealityagain and an anon

Request; hello love! if its alright i'd like to put in a request with Leclerc . What if the reader is also someone famous in the motor sports industry (and good one at that ofc, like the badass we all wish we were but aren't 💀). You can take wherever you like. Happy writing and good luck with the new blog! :) + Hi! Would love a friends to lovers story with Charles! 💕

Warnings; bit of angst, slight description of a crash, Charles being a softie <3

Note; Loved how this turned out until the ending rip 😭

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Being the first woman to make it to modern F1 came with a lot of pressure, a different kind of pressure that the other drivers would never understand- you wanted to show the world that women had a place into Formula One and that your team didn’t make a mistake when they chose you as their new first driver.

You had loved racing for as far as you could remember, and growing up, your parents signed you to a karting club- it didn’t take long for people to see that you had a bright future ahead. They weren’t wrong, at a young age, you made history by being the first woman to win the Formula Three championship and the Formula Two the following year.

When you were announced to be a Formula One driver for the new season, people went wild, you received a lot of support but also a lot of hate. You didn’t care a lot about the latter, you didn’t expect any less anyways.

You had reached your goal of being a Formula One driver, you had befriend most of the grid and always enjoyed the race week-ends no matter how tough they could get.

One of the best friends you made on the grid was Charles Leclerc, you already had met as you competed against him for one season on Formula Three back in the days. It was so good to see him again and race against him as well.

You weren’t a contender for the title this season, but you had great hopes to finish in the top ten, and for a first season- it was admirable to say the least. You were proud of what you were accomplishing already, but now, you aimed for even better, you wanted to get a podium, a win, and hopefully, one day you’d win that championship.

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Through the season so far, you had been in the points at the end of each races, it was something you were very proud of and intended on earning points after each races, but it seemed like this week-end wasn’t working in your favor.

Turn 7, lap 9- that’s where your race ended. It was unfair, really- but your sport was unfair to everyone at some point in their careers. You were P13, your way too slow pit stop costed you 4 places, but you’d catch up on the drivers that passed you.

That’s what your plan was, you’d manage the new tyres and keep them until the end, or would only change them if a safety car was needed.

You had been catching up on the cars in front of you, your tyres were getting to the perfect temperatures, you had hope to match the pace of the three cars that were battling for the P9 before the next lap.

Then, you watched in horror the accident happens in front of your eyes, the car on the right tried to overtake during the turn 7, hitting the tyres of the other driver who lost complete control of the car and spinned around until he crashed in the barriers, taking the third car out with them.

You were coming too quickly to avoid the accident, debries were everywhere on the track, no matter how hard you braked, it was too late and one of your tyres got punctured, making you go into the gravel and finished the race into the barriers as well.

The front wing and nuzzle of your car were too damaged to be fixed before the end of the race. Cussing out every swear words you knew, you completely shut off the car after telling your team you were okay and took the steering wheel off to get out.

You were frustrated, that was an understatement but when you saw the damage the crash caused, the states of the cars involved, you knew you had been lucky. A marshall approached you to check up on you- you waved him off, telling the other ones involved needed his help more.

It was hard to digest, your streak of scoring points in every races you participated in had ended today. It was no one’s fault, accidents happened on tracks often- you had to digest your abandon and pray for the drivers to be alright.

The session had been red flagged obviously, no one knew when it would start again but not anytime soon for sure, they still needed to take the cars off the track and clean the mess.

You didn’t bother taking your helmet off as you walked back to your team’s garage, you were sent to one of the nearby ambulances for a check up, you were fine- by the time your car hit the barrier, you weren’t going fast anymore, it prevented all the possible damages that could’ve happened to you.

All you wanted at the moment was to be left alone, you needed some time to cool down, you sat on the concrete, against the wall of the back of your garage- you promised the team you’d be back to cheer on your teammate when the race would resume.

Until then, you wanted to be on your own and your choice was respected by your team. You didn’t think much, just looked in front of you- you wiped away an angry tear that rolled down your cheek.

Arms on your knees, your head was hanging low until you heard someone’s hurried footsteps coming your way- you didn’t care until you realized the person stopped in front of you.

Looking up, you directly recognized your bestfriend, Charles- he looked worried sick. Dropping to his knees, he didn’t say a word, just hugged you tightly.

His embrace was comforting, but he needed it more than you did, to tell himself you weren’t injuried. Giving in, you allowed yourself to rest your head against his shoulder for a moment, “ any news concerning the others?”

When you left your team the drivers involved in the crash weren’t out of their cars yet and you didn’t have any update. Charles nodded before telling you what he knew, “ the three of them are conscious and speaking, when i left only one of them were out of their car.”

Your heart felt a little lighter at the news, even if they’d need to see a doctor before being sure they’re fine, it was relieved to hear they were conscious and speaking.

“ How do you feel?”

You shrugged and remained silent, you didn’t want to sound like an asshole because you were alright but frustrated. You were lucky to be perfectly fine, not everyone always had this chance after coming out of a crash.

It was obvious that you were physically fine, Charles already knew it, if it wasn’t the case, you wouldn’t have been allowed to go back to your garage by the medics. He just needed to hear you say it, to be completely sure.

Sighing as you felt his eyes on you while you were looking anywhere but him, you finally gave him an answer, “ i’m fine, Charles. I wasn’t part of the crash, I only took collateral damages. I’m just frustrated.”

After all, you knew he wasn’t going to judge you, he was as much of a competitor as you were- he would understand, that’s why you never kept things away from him. He was more than a best friend to you, he was your confident, the person you trusted the most in the world.

He was everything to you, in a way, he was your person- you had fallen for him long ago, back when you competed in Formula Three. At that time, you used to think it was just a crush, but since then you realized it was more than that.

You had come to terms with the fact that nothing would ever happen between the two of you, you were best friends, he saw you like that and nothing else. Not to mention the fact that it would be badly seen that the only female driver dated another driver.

Charles sat down next to you against the wall, he was in a similar position as yours as he rested his head against the back of the garage,“ that’s fine, you know? It’s okay to be frustrated to be forced to give up the race. I’ve been there not long ago.”

That was true, two weeks ago, Charles didn’t finish his race as his car’s engine gave up during the race- you had been the one to comfort him after the race, “ it’s just so unfair. I was catching up on them when the crash happened.”

“ It’s never fair, y/n/n. But you’ll come back stronger for the next race. Remember in F3, the week after you had to DNF, you won the race.”

“ Yeah but it’s not the same, the grid is way more skilled and the competition is way harder.”

“ Guess what, you’ve gained a lot of experience since then, that makes it even.”

Charles was right, when something bad happened to you, you always managed to come back stronger. You would this time as well, you just needed to accept today’s result first.

“ Thanks for checking up on me.”

“ I’d be an awful friend if I didn’t,” you chuckled at his answer, he was the best friend someone could ever wish to have, “ more seriously though, when I saw your car into the barrier, I was scared to death.”

“ It looks worse than it was, I promise.”

“ I know but that won’t stop me from being worried when something happens.”

You softly smiled at your friends and rested your head against his shoulder, maybe it wasn’t so bad to not stay alone, “ well, you might start balding before reaching your thirty if you keep worrying.”

Charles rolled his eyes at your joke, you didn’t need to see his face to know it- you knew him too well, “ I’m serious, y/n.”

“ I know, sorry. I worry for you too when I hear something happened to a Ferrari.”

“ I haven’t been too lucky lately.”

“ It sucks but you better win today, for me.”

Your friend laughed, being part of a team, you were supposed to root for your teammate, and while you did, Charles would always have the priority, “ you’re supposed to support your teammate, you know that?”

“ I do but only for the second place, the first place is for you.”

While your words came out in a joking way, it was the truth and Charles knew it already- it was the same for him, he was your number one supporter and had never hidden this fact from anyone.

The two of you stayed in a comforting silence for a couple of minutes until a member of your team came to tell you the race would resume in ten minutes. You thanked them and promised you’d be in the garage before the restart.

“ You should go back to your team, they’re probably waiting for you by now.”

“ Yeah, I’ll see you after?”

“ I’ll be the first one to congratulate you for your win.”

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As you had been hoping through the rest of the race, Charles was the first one to take the checkered flag after having a tough battle with Max during the last few laps.

You were still upset about how the race ended for you, but you were smiling for your friend and your teammate who ended up in the third place. With your team, you headed to the Parc Fermée to celebrate the podium.

Like you promised to your friend before the race resumed, you were the first one to congratulate him when he got out of his car. Charles didn’t even get the time to remove his helmet that you jumped in his arms, “ i told you! I knew you were going to win!”

You heard Charles’ muffled laugh as he caught you in his arms, holding you tightly, “ thank you for always believing in me. This win’s for you, too.”

“ Of course! Now, go join the others in the cool room, I’ll see you after the podium.”

Charles smiled at you and hugged you a last time before heading to the cool room. You went to congratulate and hug your teammate for his third place before joining the rest of the team who was already waiting in front of the podium.

After the trophies were given and the champagnes bottles were emptied on each other, you were one of the last of your team remaining in front of the podium- you felt like you’d never get there and that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“ You’ll get there, y/n/n.”

Snapping your head on your right, Charles was standing next to you, his trophy still in his hands, “ I hope so, but sometimes it feels impossible.”

“ You think that because you’re disappointed after today, tomorrow will be better I promise.”

“ I guess you’re right- anyways, forget about it and let’s focus on your win.”

“ It was a tough battle during the last laps but I’m happy with how it went,” your friend nudged your side as he motioned towards the garages, “ I walk you back?”

You chuckled at his question, he would always walk you back and would end up taking the same car to head back to the hotel, yet he still asked every time, “ you already know my answer, I don’t get why you ask every time.”

“ Maybe one day, you won’t want me to accompany you back, so that’s why I’d rather ask.”

“ That will never happen, I enjoy being around you too much.”

Charles lazily shrugged, a smile still plastered on his face, “ sometimes feelings change.”

Unintentionally, Charles was right- not the way he meant his words but your feelings for him did change, in a way you didn’t think they would- in a way, it was funny how right he was.

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It had been exactly a week since you had to abandon the last race, you had gotten over it ever since and had been working even harder to make sure the next race would go better for you. You had to keep pushing to get to the top and that’s what you’d do, no matter the results.

The week-end had been looking good for you and your team so far, the free practices had been going well- each time you’d finish in the top ten and when the qualifying came, it went better than expected as you finished P5- your best position so far.

You were happy but still wary, no one could tell how the actual race would go. You had to stay calm until then, it was hard- you were so excited to get such a result, especially as a rookie. That’s why you only shared your excitement with Charles after the qualifying.

When the actual time for the race arrived, you were more focused than ever, you felt like you could do a big result today and you would do everything in your power to make it happen.

And for once, luck seemed to be on your side, your crew had done well with the well timed pit stops. After what was your best start in your career, you had been in the third position for most of the race, the track was really good with your car.

You were close behind the two cars battling for the first place- a red bull and a mercedes. You didn’t expect to be able to take your shot and overtake them until the very last opportunity to activate your DRS. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you saw the cars in front of you slow down at the last turn as they almost hit each other.

It was your opportunity and you took it, you didn’t realize even after getting past the checkered flag until you heard your engineer through the radio, “ holy shit, y/n! Wow! That’s P1 for you! You’re now a Formula One winner. We always knew you could do it!”

As soon as his words hit you, tears started to blur your vision- you couldn’t believe you had done it, you had won, “ i wouldn’t have done it without you guys, you all did so well today! Fuck, I can’t believe it!”

Laughing from the tears of happiness, you parked in front of the number 1. It felt like you were in a dream- so much that you had to pinch yourself after removing your gloves. Once you got out of your car, your smile grew wider when you saw Charles parked behind the number 2.

Not only this was your first podium and win, to make it even better you were sharing a podium with your best friend- it couldn’t get better than that honestly. Barely having the time to remove your helmet, you were engulfed into a hug, “ I knew you could do it!”

“ I’m sorry I took your spot.”

“ Don’t you dare apologize, it’s your win and I’m so, so proud of you.”

“ I still can’t believe it!”

Charles smiled at you, you had seen him smile so many times in the past, but you had never seen this big of a smile on his face, “ you better start believing it because it’s the first of many!”

“ You know what’s better than winning?”

“ What?”

“ Sharing a podium with you.”

Amused but touched by your words, Charles shook his head and told you to go celebrate with your team as they were waiting for you not far from there.

No matter how many trophies you’ve won in the past, none of them felt like this victory- not only you won today, but showed the world you truly belonged in this championship.

When you were handed the Pirelli’s cap, you felt like a child on Christmas’ morning, so much that you had to keep yourself from jumping up and down due to the excitement.

You never really thought of a way of brandishing a trophy, so you just jumped in place while holding the trophy above your head while the music was blasting.

Enjoying this sweet celebration, you realized that Charles, Lewis and the CEO of your team were holding the champagne bottles in their hands, ready to shower you with it- as it was your first win, they were going to target you instead of everyone on the podium and that wasn’t the most pleasing idea to you.

Grabbing your own bottle, you warned them to not do it but before you even finished your sentence, you were dripping in champagne. Laughing, you replied with your own bottle until it was completely empty.

You didn’t want this moment to end yet, but all good things must come to an end at some point. Even after winning, you still waited to walk back with Charles- you wouldn’t change this ritual for anything in the world.

“ You know what? I always knew the Pirelli’s cap would suit you.”

“ I won’t have to steal yours anymore!”

“ You still can steal mines, you look cute with them.”

It was a simple compliment but because it was coming from Charles, you felt your cheeks becoming hot, “ oh, I do?”

“ I mean, you always do look cute, but it makes it extra cute?”, your friend scrunched up his nose, embarrassed, “ why do I feel like I’m embarrassing myself even more.”

“ You’re not! It’s sweet that you think I’m cute and it makes me happy to know it.”

“ Really? You don’t mind?”

“ Why would I? It’s always nice to receive compliments.”

“ I’ll keep that in mind, then.”

You laughed, taking it lightly to not give yourself false hope, jokingly you added, “ don’t overdo the compliments though, or I might think you’re flirting with me.”

“ Maybe I did already but you didn’t notice.”

It was meant in a light tone, just like your comment right before, yet you couldn’t help but stop dead in your tracks, “ what?”

“ Forget it, I- I didn’t mean to say that.”

“ No, no, please tell me what you meant? You flirted with me in the past? Don’t tell me I was too blind to notice.”

“ I did, a couple of times but that’s it- it’s fine that you didn’t notice.”

Now, you were the embarrassed one- how could you not see Charles trying to flirt with you, especially when you had feelings for him, “ my god, I’m stupid.”

“ You’re not stupid, don’t say that y/n/n.”

“ No, you don’t understand- I had a big crush on you back when we competed in F3 and now you tell me that?”

“ Do you, by any chance, still have that crush?”

“ I fear the crush turned into having feelings.”

Charles smiled at your revelation as he took a step closer to you, “ then, maybe we’re both stupid for not realizing sooner.”

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