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yyenky · 20 days

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In October 1993, shortly after signing with Williams, Ayrton gave the following interview to Grid magazine while taking the interviewer for a ride in his Mercedes-Benz 300:

After all, who outwitted who in the Prost/Williams/Senna affair?

– There is no one who got the wrong foot or who took the fall.

Long silence. The driver accelerates, the man thinks. Next to him, many ordinary drivers, if they turned their faces, would see the idol up close. They don't. Everyone seems to have the same goal: to move forward, at any cost. Ayrton breaks the silence:

– There’s nothing like that. My move to Williams was just a matter of time.

Prost said that, if he wanted, he would bar you from joining the team – I tease.

– Why didn't he do it, then?

Tell me how it happened.

– No! (nervous) I won't go into details. I think it's nonsense, it's beside the point. There is only one truth: I am a Williams driver and… (long pause)

And?

– …And that’s it. That's the truth. I'm going to race for Williams and he won't be there. If he said he could stop me, I'm surprised, because wasn't he the one who declared so many times that he didn't have the right to stop anyone, that this was a team decision? So Prost, as always, talks a lot. He would gain much more if he talked less. That's what happens to him: he talks too much!

The car advances, now more quickly. The cars in front seem to give way. Senna accelerates, brushes past a car, cuts off another, all with the utmost safety. And he continues talking about life:

– I'm very well, I'm fine. I'm doing what I like, I race, I have a prominent position, credibility not only in driving a race car, for having demonstrated that I am technically competent, but also for honoring, on the professional side, the commitments I make. This is all a great achievement in the life of a professional.

He now speaks freely, without restraint:

– When you sign a one-year contract, you offer the service and the other party assumes their responsibility. Then, throughout the year, it will depend on the ability of both to live together and fulfill the commitment, not only on paper but in the spirit of the thing. The spirit of the agreement is what really matters. And only those who are truly capable of fulfilling it, due to personal desire, competence, seriousness and professionalism, are the ones that last, that have a long lifespan, otherwise it lasts a year, two years and ends. This year, for example, I signed the contract with the Nacional Bank in March, after having already raced in South Africa. We know that we can count on each other in good times and in difficult times. This is credibility, it's something that very few people have in my profession. In fact, I don't think anyone does, if you want me to be honest. I'm not bragging, no, but I honestly don't think there is any Formula 1 driver today, or in the last five years, who has credibility like that.

If he heard this, Prost would say that, in addition to believing in God, Senna thinks he is God. Let them understand each other, or disagree… In fact, the Brazilian barely hides a taste of revenge, because a year ago, when he thought he could choose the team he wanted, he found himself in the closed door of Williams.

– I could race for any team except Williams. I couldn't race because Prost had a specific veto against me. For that reason alone: he refused to compete with me on the same team.

Wouldn’t you do the same if you were in his place?

– This is cowardice! You can make certain demands within a team to have a strong position. There are small teams that cannot have two number 1 drivers. But in a Ferrari, a McLaren, a Williams and a Benetton, this does not apply, because they have the technical and economic possibilities to have two top drivers. If I hadn't raced this year, Williams would have won all the Grand Prix, with the exception of Portugal. What happened last year was a shame. But everyone competes the way they want. There are some who are happy to compete like this, to lay down their cards before dealing the deck. I would never compete like that.

Ok, but rumor has it that Ayrton would have blocked Derek Warwick when he was racing for Lotus. He swears not. And, as he is Williams' number 1 by contract, poor Damon Hill would be destined to lose every race…

– No, no! I could have a clause in the contract saying: “If Damon is in first and I am in second, you have to take your foot off and let me pass because I am number 1”. But I don't have that in the contract. This is absurd, it is not competition. If the guy in front of you is driving better, it's your problem to find a way to drive better than him and win the race. Now… it has happened that a number 2 driver reached number 1 and the team said: “No way”. Yes, that exists.

While Ayrton speaks, the cars around him provide the usual scenes of Brazilian traffic. Some drivers ignore red lights, others brake at pedestrian crossings, some make the craziest overtakes. Just like Eddie Irvine in Suzuka…

What's worth more behind the wheel? The boldness or the experience?

– In Formula 1, it is more difficult to race against experience – comments Senna, somewhat unmotivated at no longer having a Prost or a Mansell to face him on the tracks. – An experienced driver doesn’t risk as much in certain situations, but on the other hand, he leaves the door open for you to overtake, he takes the laps at the same pace…

But, after all, what will become of Senna? Are you going to pull a Prost and stop racing after winning four or five championships?

– I have no limit. I'm 33 years old and I think I still have a lot ahead of me. In fact, when I get older, I think I'm going to relax in Indy! (laughs)

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#and to think this is the same man that one year after this interview said that he missed alain lmao #ayrton senna #alain prost #prosenna #f1 #formula 1 #classic f1 #txt

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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Hey this is my request

Yn is the daugther of sebastian Vettel , and she is leading for the worldchampion ship and Mick schumacher is in love with her , after she wins her First worldchampion ship Mick asks her to be his girlfriend .

And some weeks later mick meets sebastian and he is like finaly

With alot of fluff thanks

i see the light

Summary: it's warm and real and bright. and the world has somehow shifted. all at once everything looks different, now that I see you

Rating: +14

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

Note: IGNORE THE AGE PROBLEMS, JUST GO PAST THAT- we all been through. also sorry for the story not being on its 100%. AND AGAIN, I'M NOT TAKING NEW REQUESTS, JUST FINISHING OLD ONES

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You, Y/n Vettel had grown up in the fast-paced world of Formula 1. Because of your father, none other than Sebastian Vettel, you've always been around the track, watching him race and learning from his skills. You always have been fascinated by the sport and knew from a young age that she wanted to follow in your father's footsteps.

Growing up, you became an accomplished driver in your own right, competing in lower-level circuits and honing your skills. The dream was to one day race in the top tier of the sport, alongside the likes of her father and his rivals. And Sebastian was the one to support you. He always made sure you weren't getting things only by the “Vettel” last name - and also taught everything he learned. So having your dad around as basically your coach, was one of the best things you could’ve asked.

Sebastian was a good father - even though your parents were fresh out of high school. For him, it wasn’t a surprise you wanted to take his steps in life, since you grew around mechanics and cars. Maybe he would’ve preferred if you only stuck into engineering, but since you’re his daughter, your ambitions were higher than anyone else.

Meanwhile, Mick Schumacher, son of the legendary driver Michael Schumacher, was also making a name for himself on the track. Like you, he had grown up around the sport and had inherited his father's skill and passion. You two had known each other for years, competing against each other in various circuits, but you had never been particularly close except for barbecues involving your family and his, usually you would hang out with Gina - even if she was a little older than you two.

But life goes on and both of you grew up.

When you made your debut in Formula 1, driving for Ferrari, like a dream coming true. You quickly proved yourself as a force to be reckoned with, and before long you were leading the world championship standings. Mick, who was driving for Mercedes, couldn't help but be impressed by your talent and dedication. Of course, since you were competing against each other, you usually only made small conversations.

The media thought that was strange, two sons of unbeaten legacies barely exchanging words around the paddock? Were they hiding a relationship? Or did they have issues with each other? These questions also lingered in the minds of fans, they wanted to know what the mystery was.

But the reality was not that exciting, you just... Never stop talking beyond a few dates a year - made by your families. It wasn't because you hated each other, far from it, there was a gigantic respect between you two, it was just that way anyway.

Until one day, he offered you a ride back to the hotel, it was raining and you had the same habit as your father - to go by bike to the track. You spent hours talking in your hotel room, drinking wine and sharing embarrassing stories. He was a very sweet person and clearly, you couldn't understand how you had never spent a little more time with each other.

At the next GP, buzz started about the sudden closeness, but you always made it clear that it was just friendship and respect in your relationship.

As the season wore on, Mick found himself falling for you more and more. He admired your fierce determination on the track, but he also found himself drawn to you off the track. He loved your wit, your intelligence, and your infectious laughter when the interviewer asked something funny. Schumacher knew how much he wanted to be with you, but he was too nervous to tell you how he felt. It was a tough sport after all, especially for you, being in a male dominated space where they’ll eventually try to tie you together with every male driver on the grid or try to minimise your accomplishments. It was wiser to not be with you, because he didn’t want the backlash to fall on your back. He asked Corinna about it, the German needed a piece of advice, since his heart wanted to pass through PR, the teams, your entire racing lives just to have the minimal chance to be by your side.

On the other hand, you were entirely focused on the championship. You had dreamed of winning it for years, and now that it was so close, you could hardly think of anything else. You worked tirelessly with Ferrari, studying statistics, improving the car and preparing for each race. If this was going to happen, it should come the right way.

Abu Dhabi, it was now or never. You were too nervous, during the trip you couldn't sleep much more than two hours. On Thursday night, after the media day, you just needed some company, so you searched your mobile for his number. Within minutes, the phone that was almost across town was ringing and within seconds, his sweet voice could be heard.

"Hey... Is everything okay?"

"I'm nervous. I can't sleep or eat properly. If I don't rest I don't think I'll be able to win."

"Hey, hey, hey... Breathe, slowly. Do you need company? I can come over."

"But it's so far away... And you need to rest too, the championship is between us and Max."

"I can manage, come on, send your hotel and room."

After almost 30 minutes, a light knock at your door. Schumacher was wearing his blond hair half dishevelled, dark sweatpants, blue hoodie and slippers.

"Thank you..." You mumbled as you felt him pull you into a warm hug.

"Your voice gave me the munchies, so... Do you want to talk or just coexist together?" He murmured against your hair.

"A movie and coexist together?"

You didn't make it to the end of the film, with Mick's arms wrapped against your body, the warm embrace and the comfort of being with him there, next to you, gave a calmness you hadn't expected.

Already in the Paddock, over the weekend, your glances and smiles were full of delicacy and a flirtatious undertone. It seemed that Thursday night had turned a key in how you approached each other.

Finally, the Sunday race. You were leading the standings, but your closest rivals - Max and Mick, were hot on your heels - no one wanted to let it go. It was a nerve-wracking race, with you and the boys swapping the podium placements back and forth. But in the end, you emerged victorious, crossing the finish line first and claiming the world championship.

The moment seemed to have frozen, the shouts over the Ferrari radio, imagining his father and brothers celebrating with happiness, everything seemed like an intangible dream until the moment of passing the chequered flag. Still finishing the lap before going to the pits, you felt tears fall on your face, they were the happiness of proving that you were more than a surname, but an indomitable force.

As you celebrated with her team, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Achieving your lifelong dream, and being surrounded by the people you loved most. At the party, you were now no longer smeared with champagne, but dressed up, wearing the team’s colours. Still, you weren't sober anymore, so when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you bluntly turned around to see Mick standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Congratulations," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You were amazing out there."

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter in her chest. "Thank you," you said. "It's been a long road to get here."

“I know. You fought like no one to be among the 20 most talented drivers.”

“So nice of you to say that.” You played along, holding the roses.

Later, only the two of you were in the outdoor yard, everyone had moved to the indoor area because of the light serene air. You were sitting on the lawn, stargazing. No words seemed necessary at that moment, so when your hand found his, you said nothing, just let your fingers intertwine in a gentle gesture.

When your eyes met his, you could tell he looked nervous, so you put your free hand on his knee, looking worried.

“Are you okay?”

Mick nodded. "Listen, Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. I...I know this might not be the best time, but I just can't keep it inside any longer."

“You can tell me, you know. We’re always honest with each other.”

“I’m in love with you. Sorry.” He breathed out, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “Look I- I thought about this, talked with my mom, the PR team… Everyone! Ever since we became friends, I was afraid I was going to ruin everything because I was falling in love with you. And I’m sorry if you don’t… I don’t know! Just… I’m not going to be mad if you don’t reciprocate the feelings.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You had never suspected that Mick felt that way about you. But as you looked into his eyes again, feeling something stir inside your stomach. Butterflies. You’ve always admired him as a competitor, but now you saw him in a new light. It was as if a fog in his mind had cleared. Even if you never thought about it, he had always been an enigma to you. It was good to finally see a solution.

Clearly your speech and your thoughts did not run together, as all you managed to get out of your mouth was:

"I...I don't know what to say." you stammered.

Mick scooted closer, taking your other hand that was on his knee. "You don't have to say anything," he said. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. And if you ever feel the same way about me, I’m going to be waiting.”

“I do.” It was the only thing that could escape your lips.

“What?”

“I do feel the same, Micky.” You pulled him even nearer, finally closing the gap between your lips.

His soft lips crashing against yours made a sigh of contentment escape your mouth, it was like and your body was dying just to feel a little bit of him. His hands held your waist, while yours stroked his blonde locks.

A cough from far away interrupted the moment you were having, none other than your chief and Toto Wolff watching the scene from afar. In fright, you each fell backwards, completely red from being caught. But two recognisable chuckles could be heard.

"You owe me a hundred euros." Vasseur huffed at the team boss, cracking a smile.

"We need to have a meeting about this! Next week, at the factory, in Brackley!" he just said loud enough to hear, soon walking in with your father.

You both started laughing uncontrollably, hugging each other.

"That's going to be huge news."

"I think we can handle it." You murmured, giving little kisses around his face.

A few weeks later, you were at your parents' house. Finally you were going to tell them that you were together. With this came some insecurities of yours about a possible negative reaction and Mick's fear of telling a close friend that he was dating their daughter.

When you walked into the house holding hands after being greeted by Hannah, she gave you both a tight hug. Your father was in the garage - nothing new, he could never stand still, even retired.

"Dad?"

"Come in!"

As you walked in there, you were followed by the younger Schumacher, who instinctively put his hand on your waist. When Vettel stood to greet you both, he saw how you both looked, cracking a smile.

"Finally, huh? I thought it would never happen." He cracked a smile.

“Dad!” You cried out, hiding your face in your hands.

“What? I’m right! It was a matter of time until you settled together. Me and your mom, together with the Schumacher’s, we… Somewhat estimated when you would realise that.”

“Oh dear God…” You murmured, soon receiving a hug from him.

“I’m proud of you two. Really.” He broke the embrace and put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “You better take care of her or I’ll take care of you.”

“Of course, Seb.”

“For you, it’s sir now!” He chuckled, in reaction Mick also did and you whined at their bad joke.

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lestappenforever · 5 months

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So on the whole Fred thing, there is this article https://it.motorsport.com/f1/news/f1-vasseur-ferrari-nuova-al-95-ma-non-sara-una-rivoluzione/10558537/ that covers some of the questions that Fred was asked in the annual lunch that the press attends. He was asked a lot of questions in regards to the contact extension of both drivers and the whole number 1 and number 2 driver and all of that.

These are some of the highlights from that:

Are there any updates on the status of the contract negotiations for the renewal of Charles and Carlos? Is the goal still to renew with both? “As you know, they are under contract with us until the end of 2024, which means we still have a few months ahead of us. Last year Mercedes renewed the contract for 2024 to both of its drivers at the end of August; so, I believe we still have weeks and months ahead of us. A year ago I told you that I would try to make a decision by the end of this year, but I have to admit that the last part of the season was very busy. We met and started discussions, but we are a little behind the initial plan. I don't think it's a problem at all, we'll make a decision soon.”

Do you think the renewal of the drivers will come before the start of the season? (!!) “It could be the goal.”

Do the renewals of the two pilots provide for the same duration in terms of years of contract or will there be different agreements for each of them? “I remember perfectly well that a year ago in this same room I was getting a lot of questions about the topic 'Charles number one and Carlos number two of the team'. We have shown on several occasions that we are guaranteeing our pilots more than equal treatment, I believe Singapore has been the best example.”

“Charles agreed to start the race with a set of soft tires to be able to get past Russell and control him, all to help Carlos. We have two drivers who are doing a good job, Carlos was very strong after the summer break with two great weekends in sequence in Monza and Singapore, and it was probably a stimulus to Charles, as we saw in the season finale.”

“We will continue in this direction, I don't want to have a good resource and another second level, we have two cars and two drivers of value, and I think one of the positive aspects of the season was the performance of Carlos and Charles. They guaranteed the team pretty much the same points, with a small delta of difference and we want to go on like this.”

(Just as a note, this article was written in Italian and this is its translation)

The fact that Fred has said that both are equal, despite what he said in Abu Dhabi about Charles being a leader, means that there’s something going on, because in less than a month you don’t change your narrative unless something happened.

Another thing is that he said that Charles agreed to jeopardize his race, which honestly I don’t believe it makes much sense, especially putting in the context of Charles helping Carlos, yet Carlos never did that, and Carlos did say that he won’t leave a gap or something like that unless it’s Lando or Fernando, so the whole Charles is helping and yet he doesn’t come out with a podium, I don’t know, it doesn’t make much sense.

But what could be said, is that there’s something, Fred is unable to talk about contracts, saying both drivers are equal, there’s something fishy going on in Maranello and as a Charles to RBR supporter (because of the drama and racing, not necessarily shipping) I’m sat.

Oh, anon brought the tea. ☕️

Although there is absolutely no way whatsoever any of us can know for sure what any of this means, one way or another, I definitely think this whole interview is suspicious as hell.

It's only been a few weeks since Abu Dhabi, and Fred suddenly having such a profound change of opinion just doesn’t add up.

Like I said, we have no way of knowing what — if anything — this means, but I am personally very excited to see how the Ferrari/Charles/Carlos saga will turn out in the end.

Thank you so much for this, anon! ❤️

#Asks #Anon asks #Lestappen gate 2023

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fernandoswarcrimes · 1 year

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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..

Sneak Peak.

Note: this is going to be part 3 in the PPP series

Tag list: @pitchandgrid @yourmom-lmao @dessxoxsworld @yellowscuderia @buendiabebeta @stillbreathin @flyingmushroomss @moneymasnn@christianpulisic10 @pierre-gasssllyy @heavengirls111 @evans-dejong @hungryhungarian @glitterquadricorn @mariar31 @pitconfirmbutton @squirreljoe

Full chapter coming May 4th✨

Charles had taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was a very small and everyone practically knew everyone,

The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t seeing as his bestfriend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.

Unlike Charles, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city

They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.

“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the place that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today it was really fun.” Gracie smiled as her and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a ways walk back to Charles car so they chatted idly.

“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to offically meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles face got at him admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.

Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan an had let it slip their mind that they were infact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.

It was a bad sign.

As they got closer to Charles car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to atleast rememember the fun they had today.

But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.

What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino affect that singular post would cause.

After Gracie had gotten into the car Charles gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to his side of the car, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.

“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his bestfriend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and Annaslise.

Especially her parents.

A rule he had already broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his bestfriend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known her for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.

“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.

But unfortunately the damage had already been done.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.

#sneak peak #princess protection program #i know places #series #imagine #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine

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f1fanfiction · 1 year

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Viv - Pierre Gasly x OC part 1

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word counts: 571 (small one x)

Pairing: Pierre gasla xx fem!reader warnings: minor cursing, age gap?(3/4 years) Characters:

(OC)Viv Elizabeth van Hout (she/her)

Pierre Gasly

Charles Leclerc (mentioned)

This is fiction, nothing here is real, this takes place in 2022, not hate to Ferrari nor their team and everyone who worked there

2 am

I finally reached my hotel where I stayed for work, my jacked it soaked from the rain. The lady behind the desks looks disgusted at me.

I take the electric up to my room (12th floor). Just before the doors close I see a man running toward it. I put my feet between the doors and they open again.

The man looks at me and I just felt weird. I know him from work, Please don’t make this awkward.

“Hey is everything okay miss?” He asked

“Yeh I’m okay -“ my sentence is cut off as the elevator stops and the lights turn down. It’s not dark just enough light to see.

Looks like we are going to be here for awhile the man says.

“Ugh I can’t do this today, I have work tomorrow and I have to finish some stuff for tomorrow.” Viv says annoyed.

‘What kind of work if I may ask” the man says. “I have to write about like how the race went etc ‘ yeh I know wo you are Pierre” I say laughing. Try

“Wait c1? you work for Ferrari right?” Viv looks past him as she answers “well yeh I do but I won’t soon, they fired me after I said that they should have a better strategy. I Just find it shit how they just Ugh, im sorry Pierre I shouldn’t annoy you with this”

He looks at her with a little smile, knowing he could offer her a job and says “well looks like we have a while until they fix the elevator so tell me”

Viv is quiet for a minute, can she trust the Alpha Tauri Driver with Ferrari news?

“I find it shit how they treat Charles and Carlos, if hey had a better strategy and would just listen to the drivers they could’ve won the championship. And someone overheard me talking about it to my ex and told the HQ. So that same day they called me into the office and just straight up fired me.

Viv’s eyes started to water and Pierre put his arm around her.

“Hey, they don’t know what they’re missing, I talk to Charles all the time and he thinks it’s BS what Ferrari told u. So now, what are you going to do with life?”

“I have been thinking about going to college, since I’m about to turn 21 I can still go. I have still have the money, I didn’t go 2 years ago because I took a gap year and then I got offered this job. So today was my last day in Monaco, My flight back home goes tomorrow. So I have exactly 7 hours left until my flight goes. Viv says

Pierre keeps looking at Viv

It’s something about her, he read her work multiple times and he loves the way she writes. Not only did he read her reports, he also read her book. But she doesn’t know that and he wants to keep it that way.

“How about we go to my room, don’t take it in a weird way please. But, we go to my room, u freshen up, I order some room service and we’ll watch a movie. When this elevator gets fixed.” He says

doubt it for a seconds but says yes, as she answers the elevator moves again and they both go to the 12th floor and the two went to Pierre his room

#pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #ferrari #charles lecrelc #pierre gasly x oc #fanfiction #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 imagine #charles Leclerc x reader

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whats-wild-to-you · 2 years

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100 Days To Fall In Love

[day 2]

“Morning.” A voice said, making me jump. My spoon flew in the air, clattering in the cereal bowl as it came back down. Heejin hurried inside the kitchen, ready to step in and help out.

“Did I startle you?” Jay said, chuckling. His back was turned to me as he inspected the contents of the fridge.

“Anything specific you want, Mr. Park?” Heejin asked, her voice dripping with honey. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was flirting with her boss.

“No, I’m good, thank you.” Eventually she bowed her head and left me and Jay alone.

“How was your first night here?” He asked before I could ask him if he was the one who came back in the middle of the night.

When I didn’t respond, he continued.

“I wanted to wrap up work early yesterday because I had something to discuss with you but then it got late.”

“We can discuss it now!” My response came out kinda standoffish, and it made Jay raise an eyebrow.

I still hadn’t figured out if the maids knew about our secret or if they thought I was Jay’s girlfriend for real. Something in Heejin’s behavior made me think they knew this was all staged. Why else would she openly flirt with him in front of me?

“We will discuss it later. For now you need to get ready to go out with me. We’re going to a launch party. There are gonna be a lot of paparazzi so I prepared your outfit.”

Right! Part of the deal was to be photographed as the loving couple we were supposed to be.

I knew I was in over my head when Jay brought his Ferrari to a halt on Apgujeong Rodeo and held his hand out to help me get out of the car. My palms were sweaty and my heart was racing.

We were supposed to be a couple in love, yet I knew nothing about the man in front of me. Still, I tried my best to fulfill my part of the deal. I stared lovingly into his eyes, smiled widely whenever he grabbed my hand or looked at me.

He dragged me inside, past the paparazzi who took our pictures and scratched their heads, thinking who this inconspicuous girl with Jay might be. I exhaled the breath I was holding, thinking I made it through the worst.

But it was inside that the real test began. People were flocking around Jay, women pushing past others to greet him, eager to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Jay momentarily forgot about me, adored by the many women who were so much better looking than me. Expensive jewelry hung from their necks and wrists, and they were all clad in luxurious garments. Next to them I felt small and insignificant, even with the expensive dress Seolhyun laid out for me.

Then finally, one of Jay’s male acquaintances noticed me and smiled warmly at me.

“Jay, is that the famous Hyo Ri?”

With a questioning look, I turned to Jay. “You’ve been talking to your friends about me, but I know nothing about them!” I concluded, focusing my attention back on the man who now stood alarmingly close to me.

Jay was breathing heavily and his eyes were shooting daggers at the man.

What is his problem?, I thought, trying to assess the situation with what little information I had.

“Babe, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone!” I pulled at Jay’s arm slowly removing him from the group.

“Why did you have to open your mouth?” He shouted at me once we were in a private room, behind closed doors.

“Excuse me? That guy talked to me first. And only because you failed to introduce me. Because you were too busy eye-fucking those women who threw themselves at you!”

I didn’t mean to, but in the end I sounded jealous.

“I’ve talked to them about you on multiple occasions. They know who you are.”

“And you didn’t think you should at least discourage your female acquaintances from flirting with you when your girlfriend is present? I seem to remember you telling me that we had to look like a couple. I should be furious right now. Storm off! Do something extreme, no?”

Jay ran his fingers through his luscious hair, visibly irritated.

“This is what I wanted to talk to you about! This is normal behavior for these people. And you’re supposed to be from the same social circle, so you shouldn’t even be offended! You shouldn’t even care. It’s harmless!”

“Really? Because when I started a conversation with what’s-his-face, you almost lunged at him!”

“That’s different. He’s an ass. Don’t ever talk to him!”

“Okay, so what exactly am I allowed to do?” I asked sincerely. I didn’t want to blow my cover but Jay threw me in the arena with nothing to defend myself.

“Just sit by my side. Don’t talk to anybody!”

“What if someone asks me something? Am I supposed to ignore them?”

“Nobody’s gonna want anything from you. If you sit quietly, they’ll forget about you in a couple minutes.”

“Awesome!” I snapped at him, opening the door to join the rest of the party.

Hours passed and Jay was still talking to the same group of friends. Although, as time passed, I started questioning more and more if these were really friends.

From the few bits and pieces I heard, it seemed that they were all old school friends who grew up together. If Jay turned out to be as obnoxious as his ‘friends’, I was in for an interesting ride.

As Jay predicted, nobody seemed to care that I wasn’t talking or participating in the conversation. Nobody asked me anything, like they had completely forgotten about my existence. Soon after, I noticed the bored look on his face. As if he sensed that I was staring at him, he turned his head to face me. Suddenly he got up, announced to the room that he had other obligations to attend, grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

Without a word he opened the passenger door of his Ferrari and closed it as soon as I got in. We almost arrived at his house before he began speaking again.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I dragged you in there unprepared. And then I lashed out at you. I shouldn’t have.”

I didn’t know what to say, though Jay himself looked as if he wasn’t done talking.

“I should’ve come home earlier last night. Then I could’ve briefed you. But I was busy.” He lowered his voice when he uttered that last part. He also looked away as if I’d be able to spot his lie had I been able to look him in the eyes.

I remembered Mr. Kim last night mentioning that Jay often spent the nights in Seoul if it got late, but he never specifically mentioned work being the reason why he was late. There could be a million other things keeping him busy and away from his home.

I foolishly assumed it could only be work.

A strange and unfamiliar feeling crept its way to my core. I knew tonight was a bad time, but I promised myself to get to the bottom of this.

“I’m not tired, we could stay in the living room and you could tell me all the things you didn’t tell me earlier.”

“Not here! The maids could hear us!”

That answered my question about whether the maids knew about our little secret. They obviously didn’t.

Jay grabbed my arm and led me to his room. Finally I’d see what his private chambers looked like.

To my surprise it was nothing like I imagined. His room was as big as mine, if not bigger, but all there was in there was a bed, a small sitting area and a desk.

No decorations, no pictures on the wall or by the bedside table. No cushions, no mirrors, no plants. Nothing that would make this sterile environment homey.

His bed was covered in plain white linen and big enough so that at least three people could sleep in it comfortably.

“Sit.” He instructed me, while he disappeared in his closet room.

He came back wearing a tight white tshirt and loose gray sweatpants. In the five minutes he was gone he managed to wash his hair that now covered his forehead and sometimes poked him in the eyes.

I felt the urge to reach out and brush it to the side, away from his face. But I resisted.

“I really want to help you, but you have to trust me and tell me things. I’m being thrown into the deep end here. All this is so unfamiliar to me. I’m supposed to allow other women to flirt with my boyfriend? Who in their right mind would want this?”

“I forgot you were engaged. What happened? Why did you break up?”

“I don’t want to talk about this!”

“Okay…”

“Instead, tell me how I should behave! How do rich people who don’t have a single care in the world behave?”

“You need to stop caring. Act like nothing interests you. Whether I flirt with other women or not, wheth-“

“Am I allowed to flirt with other men too then?”

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because. That’s non negotiable.”

“I saw nothing being written in the contract.”

“It goes without saying!”

Jay wouldn’t budge and for the time being I decided to let it go.

“What else?”

“You need to touch me!”

“Excuse me?”

“Have you not noticed other couples at that party? Though they weren’t interacting with each other, they were constantly touching each other. The rich and famous don’t engage in PDA. That’s just fodder for the paps. But still, they somehow have to announce to the room that they’re together, right? So they keep touching each other often.”

“I guess I can do that.” I said, watching Jay nod in satisfaction.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How come the maids don’t know about our arrangement.”

“They don’t need to.”

“And how do we justify the fact that we’re sleeping in separate rooms? Won’t they grow suspicious?”

There was a change in the way Jay looked at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t couples usually share a bedroom?”

“Did you share one with your fiancé?”

“If you must know, we didn’t live together.”

“See? So two people can even be engaged but not necessarily share a home or bed. All totally normal.”

“I guess.”

“Anything else?”

“So work kept you busy last night, huh? I heard you coming in late?”

“Did I wake you up?” He asked, strategically changing the subject.

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Work. Yeah.” Jay answered absentmindedly.

Somehow I didn’t believe it. But did it change anything? He owed me no explanation. And since we weren’t really a couple he could be actually seeing someone else. And it was none of my business.

“If that’s all, I’d like to rest.” It was his way of kicking me out of his room. I had hoped he would join me for dinner since I hated eating alone, but I guess he didn’t mind the solitude.

“Rest well.” I whispered more to myself as I left.

Heejin came up to me at the staircase, asking me where I’d like to eat my dinner. I sighed. I had somehow lost my appetite.

“Please tell Changmin he doesn’t have to prepare me dinner tonight.”

“Very well Ms. Lee.”

I disappeared inside my room and sat down at my desk, eager to write down the events of the day. Jay’s strange requests, his strange behavior. Everything.

I realized it would take great effort to get used to this kind of life. But then a bittersweet thought crossed my mind.

It’s only for 100 days.

100 days will pass by in the blink of an eye.

I probably won’t have time to acclimate.

***

[day 10]

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harryhamlyn · 5 months

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Singapore GP 2023

Finally a break from the monotonous max fest of the season. Big respect for Liam Lawson who managed to squeak past max and knock him out in Q2. Although this didn’t count max out of win contention completely, we recall what happened in Jeddah? And Hungary 2022?

As a max fan, I did want this reign of terror to last for quite a while longer, because whilst it is boring now it is the stuff of history and will help Verstappens case as the best driver of all time when he retires, something I would love to see. Despite this it has made the season rather bland and I don’t think many people can disagree. Congratulations to max and red bull anyway.

Onto the race, and I think it is unfair to pin Sainz’s win on a red bull failing. He was excellent; composed, quick and clever wins the race. Ferrari are looking good for the future with engine and communications problems seeming ever less frequent. I stand by my prediction that they will surpass Mercedes in the constructors championship.

As for Mercedes, they have turned around their season and now sit 2nd in the standings and rightfully so. Hamilton clearly wants to race for a few seasons more, and Russel is only getting started, I think him Charles and Lando will be by far maxes biggest threat in the next few years.

Can’t not talk about George Russel in this GP, though. He looked nailed on for third when in the final lap he stuffed it and was sent into the barriers. This is not a small matter, as the points he has lost in this race could be crucial in the P2 battle with Ferrari, which if lost will provide Mercedes with less funding and success for the next season.

Shame for ocon in this GP, he looked electric and very experienced, getting the better of many opponents. It does look bright for alpine still, with a respectable P8 finish for Pierre Gasly showing the ability of that car. I wonder what is next for Gasly, there could be a potential big move for him but he would have to impress in the coming years, perhaps he could fill the vacant red bull seat once Perez leaves, which might be very exiting.

Norris was quietly excellent in this race, he has really picked it up towards the end of this season, although the first half let him down terribly. I hope McLaren can soon return to their former heights and take him with them, he could be the figurehead of one of the most incredibly title charges ever.

Overall, I chose to talk on this race because it didn’t involve Verstappen dominance. Finally a break from the same result after months of formula one, and it did bring us a very good race.

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landinoandco · 3 years

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A Game of Chess

Carlos Sainz x reader

Request from @leesuhnakamoto-krys "Carlos Sainz x reader fluff"

Warnings: fluff, a slight reference if you squint.

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Requests are open :)

This year - due to the current pandemic - there were to be two races in Austria, however to keep with the theme of ‘no two races the same’ they were to be called different things: the Styrian grand prix for the first race and the Austrian Grand Prix for the second. This weekend saw the first of the two and your boyfriend Carlos Sainz finished a respectable 6th place behind his former teammate and current best friend Lando Norris.

The majority of the grid had decided to stay in the surrounding area, making the most of the time they had - not only to keep on training but to explore.

Travelling the world with Carlos was a dream come true and you were so lucky to be able to do your job on the move - you were a travel blogger/vlogger and were pretty well known for it as well. A large following of people that enjoyed watching your weekly lifestyle and travel vlogs alongside the photography that came with it.

It was the Monday following the race so Carlos had taken it as a rest day, you had woken up that morning in his arms, tracing circles on one of them as you both spoke about your plans for the day.

“And a haircut is what I really need.” He said to you, as you moved a strand that had fallen into his eyes.

“No, I like it long, you look more -” You paused. “Mature.” Giggling, you moved your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. He shook his head at you, a large smile plastered onto his face. He leaned forward onto his forearms, connecting your lips together for a brief second before pulling away and rolling out of bed. Leaving you, still huddled in all of the covers, watching him as he strode across the room to the hotel chest of drawers, pulling out two t-shirts; one of which he put on and the other being chucked in your general direction.

“So, cariño, what is your plan for today?” Carlos asked, flopping onto the bed and looking up to you.

“I think I’m going to go and explore the town, some of my followers have recommended a few places so I think I am going to check those out, take a few photos-” You trailed off as he began to draw patterns onto the palm of your hand. You smiled fondly at him, you had met just before lockdown completely by chance after you bumped into him in a train station. He had asked for your number and feeling like he had given you no reason to say no, you did and as it turns out, it was the best decision of your life. “What is your plan for the day ahead, mi Amor.”

“I think I am meeting Lando this afternoon at a café down the road. I’m going to teach him to play chess.” He said proudly, emphasising the word ‘chess.’

“Chess?” You questioned, reaching over for the top and putting it on. It was one of his old team McLaren t-shirts, you scoffed at his still apparent loyalty to the team; admittedly it was your favourite but Ferrari didn’t need to know that.

“Yes.” Carlos stated, he then pointed at the t-shirt you were wearing. “I would recommend not leaving the hotel room with that t-shirt on. I don’t want to get into trouble.” He fought to keep the smile off of his lips. Your eyes lit up, “I wouldn’t even dream of it, mi Amor.”

You had agreed with Carlos that as soon as you had finished what you had set out to do that morning, you would meet him in the café alongside Lando. “Do you fancy playing a game of chess with me, later?” You had asked before you went your separate ways.

Carlos gave a lopsided grin and kissed your forehead. “We will see, cariño, we will see.” With that he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked down the street. Styria was a beautiful town, a handful of buildings situated in the mass of rolling hills and mountain tops that covered the landscape for as far as the eye could see.

You had walked up to a stone viewing point at the peak of the town, a small bench that overlooked the south past Styria and into the Austrian countryside.

You loved this time you got to yourself, it allowed for you to sit and reminisce; bathing in all of the memories that lead up to this point in your life. You thought back to the day Carlos asked you to move to Italy with him - due to him changing teams. It almost broke your relationship, the thought of leaving all of your family and friends behind in England but in the end you decided it was an adventure too thrilling to pass on...

It was a breezy summer evening in London, the clouds had blanketed the city and a faint rumble of the traffic could be heard from your apartment. Carlos had messaged you earlier that day, asking if he could talk to you when he got home - for the remainder of that afternoon nerves had settled comfortably in the pit of your stomach. At last you heard the unlocking of the door, your head whipped around to see a tired looking Carlos to fall through the door with a sigh. As soon as he looked up and saw you sat on the sofa, his eyes gleamed. “Mi amor.” He said tiredly, his brows knitted momentarily before he nodded his head. “Right, my text message.” You nodded unsure of where this conversation was heading. It was early days in your relationship so anything was possible.

“I got an offer from Ferrari-” He started, making his way over to you, you watched him intently, nibbling on your lower lip. “It’s an offer that in this industry you don’t turn down, obviously there is a lot to consider because it would mean leaving McLaren and-” He sighed, “This country behind.”

A line appeared between your brows, you didn’t speak for fear of interrupting his train of thought. He took your hand in his.

“If I signed with Ferrari, I would have to move to Italy-” Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Which is why I wanted to ask you if you would come with me.”

You definitely didn’t expect him to ask this, any expression that was on your face before had been wiped as you took to staring. “I’m asking a big thing and obviously you don’t have to answer straight away.” He rushed in response to your dumbfounded expression.

For the next few days - after that conversation - the atmosphere between the pair of you had become tense, you had decided to call your sister and explained the whole situation to her. In a nutshell she called you an idiot for not saying yes immediately.

“I’ve been thinking-” You began to Carlos that evening . “I would love to move to Italy with you. It’s a good opportunity to really write our story, explore the world - together. It will be such a great adventure.” Carlos didn’t need to ask you twice and he enveloped you into his arms and span you around, meeting your lips with his.

“I love you.” He said, placing his forehead on yours. That night was also the first time those three words were exchanged. “I love you too.” You replied sweetly, your lips brushing his as you did so.

You smiled fondly at the memory. You were so lucky to have found Carlos - actually you found each other - you like to believe that it was the universe who had a hand in it. Carlos was your soulmate and you were honoured to be able to call him that.

Deciding it was time you made your way back to him, you started on your journey back to the main town - down the steep, winding path, birds darting overhead and the chirp of crickets sounding in the hedgerows.

You reached the café and as soon as you opened the door, you were hit with the smell of warm coffee, you went over to the counter and ordered yourself a latte - casting your gaze around the old fashioned shop, you were surprised to see that only a few people were sitting inside; an older couple, who had taken extreme interest in the pair you were here to see. You chuckled to yourself as the barista placed your drink onto the counter in front of you.

“Drew quite the crowd earlier.” He leant over the counter, pointing to the pair, they were stuck in an intense game of chess and by the looks of it - Lando was winning. Carlos looked up, shaking his head as Lando moved another one of his pieces off of the board; as he did he noticed you standing there and waved you over.

“Yes, I bet they did.” You chuckled, taking the drink and nodding ‘thanks’ to him. Carlos pulled a chair up for you and motioned to the chess board in anguish, “You will not believe it, mi Amor. He is beating me.” Lando was sat on the other side wearing a cocky grin and his arms crossed onto the table.

“So what you are trying to tell me, Carli , is that you taught Lando too well and now he is beating you.” You pointed out, the corners of your eyes crinkled. Carlos only glared at you, sighing dramatically. Lando played incredibly well and did take the victory, punching his arms in the air as he called out ‘checkmate.’

“The student becomes the master.” He cheered, high fiving you and offered to shake Carlos’ hand but Carlos pouted and pushed it away with his index finger. “No. How on earth did you win? I’ve only just taught you.” He cried out.

You looked at Lando as Lando looked at you, both fighting the urge to laugh. You couldn’t hold it in as you held onto the table - both doubling over.

“I love you, Carli, I really do but - boy - are you a sore loser.” You managed to say.

“Well, cheers, mate.” Lando said getting up, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “I’m going to head off now. Dinner with Jon.” You waved as he left, fist bumping Carlos on his way past.

“Do you fancy a game with me now?” You asked, your elbow was resting on the table so you leant on the heel of your palm.

“On one condition.” Carlos said, setting the chess board back up, “As long as you promise not to beat me like Lando just did.”

“Of course, mi Amor.” You said, a hint of mocking in your tone. You admired the way he scrunched up his nose as he concentrated, working out what his first move was going to be.

“The aim of chess is to be in control of your opponent, you want to be able to trick them into doing exactly what you want them to do.” Carlos said, moving his first piece. “You have to play with dominance.” He added theatrically.

“You want me to be dominant?” You repeated incredulously, a smirk toying with your lips. “Well, why didn’t you say so. After all this time-”

“Mi Amor.” He gasped, lowering his voice. “Not like that -” He stammered, a pink flush rising up his neck. You only winked in reply and made your move.

“Go on, tell me more about chess.” You urged him on, watching as he went to make his move. He paused, met your gaze and narrowed his eyes. You shrugged innocently and he carried on; his gaze softened as a reminiscent haze coated his eyes.

“You know,” Carlos began, placing the chess piece down and resting both of his elbows onto the table. “When my dad first met my mum, he taught her how to play chess and they used to sit in the kitchen on a Sunday morning after church and play. It was then my mum who taught me, on the weekends when my dad was away racing; we used to sit in the kitchen together on a Sunday after church and play. It was always the highlight of my weekend.” You watched as he fondly spoke about his family, warmth filled your chest.

“You teach me well then and maybe we could turn it into a tradition.” You spoke gently, reaching over the table to take his hand in yours. Awe transformed his face as he gazed at you.

Many years later you would end up making it a tradition, as you taught your daughter how to play on a Sunday after church as she watched her daddy race. You would tell her the story every time you would go to play and every time you would think about how lucky you were to have bumped into that stranger in the train station. They say that you will find your soulmate when you least expect it and after all these years - you would have to agree.

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ilovejevsjeans · 3 years

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Why '5/10' Ricciardo isn't giving up on his McLaren quest

“Oh, don’t make me do that!”

In a routine McLaren interview with selected members of the media, Daniel Ricciardo is asked to give himself a grade for his performances this season.

“From an on-track point of view, like a results point of view, I wouldn't give myself too much of a flattering grade,” he says. “But I don't want to say what I think! Because that just makes me sound pretty shit.”

After eight races, Ricciardo is ninth in the drivers’ standings. He has finished sixth three times, but never higher. In qualifying, he’s been knocked out in Q2 on three occasions, and in Portugal didn't even make it past Q1. Most importantly, he has less than half the points scored by teammate Lando Norris, who in 2021 has done everything to make Ricciardo's difficult adaptation as glaring as possible.

"On a more positive, on like an off-track grade, I'll definitely give myself a nine," he says. "Definitely, the results aren't through a lack of trying. And I certainly feel like I've put in the work.

"I think it will eventually come to fruition, and it will show. But so far the on-track stuff, I don't know… call it a five out of ten. I'm certainly wanting to improve that."

The start of the 2021 season has been difficult for every driver who's changed teams. But it bears admitting that Ricciardo's struggles are more notable. Sergio Perez has already won a race (admittedly in fortuitous circumstances) for Red Bull, Carlos Sainz Jr is close to Charles Leclerc's points total at Ferrari, Sebastian Vettel is having his renaissance at Aston Martin, and even Fernando Alonso after two years away is now regularly beating Alpine teammate Esteban Ocon.

These guys no longer need to find the words to talk about adaptation, a lack of mileage in pre-season testing and car specifics. They are facing fewer questions of that nature. But not Ricciardo.

"I've been trying to use different kinds of analogies to explain to – without being rude – the outside world, to try and get the words across," he says. "Ultimately, yes, I've been driving F1 for a few years and all the cars are… they're not the same, but it's the same category at least.

"But with some of the way the car is at the moment, some of the quirks and the way it likes to be driven, I'm basically trying to get good at kick a ball with my left foot. My instinct is obviously kick a ball with my right foot, that's easy. But now to really perfect this car, I'm trying to now learn how to kick with my left. That's maybe a good analogy."

Even if it is a good analogy, you'd think a driver of Ricciardo's race-winning calibre should have already figured out that left-foot kick – and he too is keenly aware that it's not a process that can go on forever.

"Once you can kind of balance it on this nice little knife edge, the car can certainly be quick," he explains. "And I think that's probably another way of putting it as well, is that it does have a bit of a sweet spot, but it is just quite small. And obviously, if you're outside of it, then you're not getting the performance.

"Even Lando is saying the car is quite different this year. And, you know, the tyres have changed, and most drivers seem to be commenting about that. And now the floors are narrower at the rear. So there's some changes as well, which maybe even if I was still in Renault or Alpine this year, maybe there would be some similar kind of comments or difficulties.

"But I've got to a point now where I'm also trying not to fill my head with it. It is different, sure. But it can't be different forever. At some point, this is it, this is the car I've got, and 'different' needs to become 'normal' and get on with it."

Ricciardo's difficulties are made more curious by the fact that two years ago he'd already switched teams, and his adaptation from Red Bull to Renault had proved much smoother. But with McLaren it's a different situation, he insists.

"I think, going into a new team, you're always going to have to find or adapt to something," he says. "And I would say adapting to the Renault, I was still able to adapt with a similar driving style or something that was more natural for me. Yeah, the car felt different, but I could still approach it with the same style.

"Where this one now, currently the car feels different. I think the Renault, there was some adaptation but also I could still kind of use my style, call it instinct. Where the McLaren, it's a little more detailed than that, I guess. I look at it as a positive as well, like in the long run if I can learn how to drive with a different style, then I have more tools in my arsenal."

The faster "different becomes normal" for Ricciardo, the better for McLaren. The team is currently fighting with Ferrari for third place in the constructors' standings and needs a strong Ricciardo to hold onto the position it claimed last year.

"I told them, 'I'll be half a second quicker,'" he laughs when responding to a question about whether his expectations of McLaren have matched reality – perhaps hinting that, if there is a side that hasn't had its expectations met, it's McLaren itself.

Yet Ricciardo's broad smile suggests that, for his part, he is satisfied.

"I think, from a team feeling and environment, like I'm very, very, very happy", he says. "I would love to think that they are also happy.

"It's just now really sorting the on-track stuff, and getting, obviously, the stopwatch going. I think we're in a position now where, yes, currently I need to drive this car better. But I think we also don't want to lose, let's call it my strengths and what got me to this position.

"There's also the two-way street of me continuously giving feedback to the team about, 'Okay, what you guys can do better to help me'. They're obviously trying to help me drive the current car, but I'm trying to help them get the car to obviously a happier place [so] that it's not like, you know, [me] overthinking every corner and trying to be with this style here and this style there, ultimately to get to a place where we can drive naturally.

"I think when you're free, that's normally when the lap time comes, so it's a two-way process now. The team has been great, and I want to give them more, absolutely. But I think they also understand that it's a journey. I signed a three-year contract with them. We'd love to have fireworks already, but we know that we've got time on our side to get it right, and go through the process properly.

"I think with McLaren, there's a lot of things I love. They tick every box, and there's always follow-ups. If I ask a question, if they can't answer it immediately, then, you know, I'll be sure to get a phone call or an email or something.

"And they're also very open-minded. There is some new faces in the team. But there's also some people who have been at McLaren for years and years, but they're also not holding on to the world championships from however long ago, they're constantly trying to be better, evolve, stay with the times. The mindset creates a really nice energy in the team and that's really cool."

There's definitely light at the end of the tunnel. Ricciardo enjoyed a strong drive to sixth in the French Grand Prix, pulling off some striking overtakes, while in last weekend's Styrian Grand Prix he could have finished higher than his eventual 13th without a short-lived loss of power that led to him allowing four rivals through on the seventh lap. And, all in all, Ricciardo did score six times in the first eight races of the season.

"It's funny, because I look at Bahrain and I outqualified Lando," he points out. "I think I was the only new driver to do it, you know, in the new team. So it's funny, you look at race one, you're like, 'oh, well this is, you know, a 10 out of 10'.

"But currently, it's probably been a bit of unfamiliar territory. Because normally, especially like qualifying, when I need to pull the trigger, so to speak, I can find the lap time – I don't want to say easily – but relatively comfortable. And it's certainly taking a bit more probably just conscious effort at the moment, so that's where it's been a bit more challenging. But yeah, although my score says 'call it a five' – and it's what it is now – I am uberconfident that increases as the year goes on.

"So panic not, my friends."

In the end, Ricciardo simply has no choice. Whatever it takes, he needs to make it work with McLaren, as it's probably his last chance to go for the title, even if right now it looks like a long shot. Mercedes and Ferrari didn't make a play for his services when he was a free agent, and there's probably no way back to Red Bull either.

If Ricciardo still wants to win the title, he's got to do it with McLaren. And he hasn't got that much time left either.

"I think it was Monaco 2016, where I was talking about my age," Ricciardo, now 32, says. "Now that I've got older, I'm in my 30s, I think the reality is I'll be in this for as long as I want, in terms of the age. At least for now it isn't going to slow me down, not in the next few years.

"If I'm still hungry and determined, I can keep that window open for the title. I'm aware now [a chance] to win five titles is becoming slimmer and slimmer. But still to win one, I think there's time on my side.

"The McLaren one is certainly where my ambition is. And I definitely want to see this one through hopefully with a lot of success." (X)

#daniel ricciardo #dan #articles

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Falling for Him

I tried to not make a whole damn fic. I failed absolutely miserably from the start. I’ve never gone skiing so the resort is based on the nicest resort I’ve ever stayed (ironically on the beach) with more added to it because fantasy.

Warning: a little bit of fluffy smut

Sun glistened on the icy slopes. The frigid air was tempered by warm gloves and hot tea. You face was freezing but you ignored it. It was the 3rd day of your mini vacation that Bruce had all but demanded Tim take.

Tim was so beautiful. His nose and cheeks were bright red but his smile was infectious. He looked down at you through his long dark lashes. He pulled his beanie down lower over his head with his hair slipping out beneath it and wrapped his arm around your waist. Tim shivered a little before kissing the top of your head.

The smell of hot food was enticing. You looked around at the tiny shops that lined the cobblestone street. People were lazily shopping and walking around in the delicate light snow.

“Want to get something to eat, sunshine?” Tim asked with a happy sigh. “We’ve been walking all day. You’ve got to be getting cold.”

“Just a little, Duckie. Where do you want to go?” You asked. He pretended to mull about the choices when you damn well knew he had planned every meal for the whole trip. He planned too much but you weren’t complaining.

“There’s this little place that does French style..” Tim started talking as he pulled you along the street. He kept talking about the amazing food that was at the restaurant. You tried to listen but was distracted by how handsome he looked.

Tim wore a cream colored undershirt, maroon Henley thermal, and a navy puffer vest. He held his coat in his arm. He was much more used to cold temperature from being outside in Gotham all the time. He had a carefree look that you rarely got a glimpse of.

The place was nice. Concrete floor with red brick walls contrasted with the rich piano playing and classic French cuisine. It was far nicer a place than either of you were dressed for but you paid no mind. You were busy falling for Tim.

He was right about the place. The food was spectacular, even though you couldn’t pronounce anything. It didn’t matter. Tim spoke French quite fluently. A well bred young man from Gotham elite was expected to speak at one other language. Tim spoke 3 fluently for work. There was hundreds of things he knew that blew your mind. Facts, dates, numbers. He was so smart. Sometimes he’d get a look on his face on concentration before saying something so brilliant you couldn’t imagine.

“Do you like it? You look... distracted.” He asked, looking at you from across the table. He had a nervousness to his voice like he always did when he questioned his decisions. He ran his thumb across his fingers nervously. Maybe this place was too stuffy and fancy. Not everyone was used to it. Maybe it was too serious?

“It’s amazing. I was just thinking about your big brain,” you admitted, reaching over to hold his hand. He had a uncomfortably pleased smile as he wasn’t expecting the compliment.

“Oh, what do you mean?” Ever the detective.

“You planned the whole trip and speak French and can ski,” you said. “It’s hard to keep up with all you know.”

He scratched the back of his neck with an awkward look. “That’s more privilege that intelligence,” he said finally.

“You know what I mean. I just like how smart you are,” you said. You pulled your hand away as a dessert was served. A Clafoutis with black cherries in a custard and dusted in sugar. A single plate with 2 spoons.

Tim scooped some on a spoon and offered it to you across the table. You flushed a little. It was kind of ridiculous in a restaurant and you’ve never been fed like that. You leaned over and took the bite only to quickly cover your mouth and breathe quickly.

“It’s so hot,” you said doing the hot food mouth move. You hoped your hand covered your mouth as you were basically breathing with your mouth gaping with food in a fancy restaurant.

“Sorry! I didn’t burn you, did I?” Tim asked, bright red.

“No, I’m fine,” you said finally swallowing. “Actually that’s really good. You should try it.”

He took a tentative bite after letting it cool. It was delicious with a bright cherry covered in delicate vanilla almond flavor. You both ate it, on your own spoons, until there was no more.

After dinner you walked back to the car slowly, wandering the streets a little more in the dying light. Tim watched you as you looked in the open shops that lined that street. He couldn’t help but love the way your eyes lit up when looking at something new. The way you had jumped right in to the trip.

Tim had had a rough couple of years. His father died, Bruce ‘died’, he lost his job as Robin when his brother gave it away to the one kid that was literally trying to kill him. Tim had felt so alone, abandoned. Which didn’t help with his whole raised-by-nanny-as-his-parents-traveled-the-world childhood.

You were his one constant. He’d met you when he was at a pretty low point, and Tim knew that depending on one person for all of your happiness was a quick way to be disappointed. But he couldn’t help but depend on you so much.

The light caught his eye and he looked as a woman put a necklace around your neck. It was pretty. But the look on your face showed that you loved it and Tim wanted you to have it.

There was a delicate balance with you. Tim didn’t care a single bit if you spent all the money you wanted. You couldn’t shop him broke and if it made you happy, he was happy. But you were wary of spending his money. And Tim never wanted you to feel bought.

“That looks nice,” he said looking at the necklace critically. He touched the delicate metal. “Gold?”

“Yes sir,” said the woman. She explained how expensive and delicate the necklace really was. He asked a few more questions. She watched nervously as Tim looked at the gems and clasp before making a decision. You had a little smile at his intense concentration.

“Do you want it,” Tim finally asked you. You nodded shyly. “We’ll take it,” Tim said handing a credit card without looking at the woman. His eyes were on you in the necklace. She gave him back his card and you were on your way.

You held his arm close to your body and Tim had long since put his coat back on. It was truly cold now. “Thank you, Duckie,” you said in his ear with a pleased smile before kissing his cheek. That was all he needed to have a small upturn of his lips for the rest of the evening.

“You’re welcome, sunshine. Let’s get back to the room. It’s gotten a lot colder so I know you’re freezing,” Tim said, once again pulling you along. You were happy to let him take charge in most things. That was part of his job as the CEO of Wayne Enterprise and as Red Robin. He had a hard time giving up control sometimes. He was working on it.

Tim kept his hand in yours and touching your thighs as he drove the car. The car. A silver Ferrari FF. The car moved like a dream on the icy roads with heated seats and the entire inner had the softest leather you’d ever felt. Tim had let you pick the rental at the luxury dealer. You were still too scared to drive it, $200,000 car! But being in the passenger seat was still pretty damn nice.

The resort was also beautiful beyond what you could imagine. It was one of those places where Tim’s wealth was only a little noteworthy. Tim couldn’t escape it. He’s the only surviving Drake and an heir to Bruce Wayne. Not to mention his various business pursues that were generally quite successful.

The hotel lobby was huge with twin fireplaces flanking a massive ornamental rug. A water feature was on the back wall behind the register that you both walked past to the elevators. Glass with gleaming silver, the elevator took you to the top floor.

The room was more like an apartment with a view of the mountains to kill for, huge wooden beams, a personal fireplace, and a small full kitchen. The bed was massive and there was both a stone shower and deep tub. It felt like giant cozy cabin.

Tim kissed your cheek and sat down your purchases on the bed. He went to the bathroom and turned on the bath. You gave him a slightly confused look. He was generally a shower kind of guy.

“We need to get you warmed up,” Tim said. He started pulling off his winter gear and tossed them in the hamper. “Wanna join me?”

“Of course, Timmy,” you said with a little smile. He was usually way too busy to do anything like this. You started taking your clothing off and joined him in the bathroom. Tim pulled you close.

He was almost overwhelming. You couldn’t think of anything else when you were with him. His fingers on your back, helping to pull your bra off, trailed hot on your skin. You could only stare into his ocean eyes.

Tim could barely handle the way you would look at him, like he was the world. He never felt like it was deserved but he couldn’t help but bask in your love and attention. He could only hope to deserve you by the way he treated you.

“Tim,” you breathed as he helped you into the tub with him. He sat with his back against the wall of the tub and you sat between his legs with your back leaned against his chest. The warm water had Tim’s skin pink and your flushed. It was so nice to finally be warm. Tim reached over to the stone windowsill next to the tub and lit the candle that sat waiting. Soft vanilla began to fill the room.

Tim slowly ran the warm water on your shoulders and neck leaving little goosebumps on your flesh. You leaned your head back against him, exposing your neck. Water droplets dances along your skin before being replaced with Tim’s lips.

He gently kissed your neck and up to your ear. You sighed and held onto his head with your hand. Tim reached his hand down in the water to touch between your legs. You moaned softly. His fingers dipped down to finger you properly. Your soft pants were the only sound in the room. After a few minutes you couldn’t handle it anymore and you turned in his arms to straddle Tim’s hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said looking at you with only your new necklace on. You grinned shyly. Tim’s face held no lie and it was almost too much to look at. You kissed his jaw as you sunk on his cock. His face moved up to capture your lips.

The water of the tub sloshed and bounced as you moved. Tim’s hands moved across your body as if he was trying to memorize your skin. In some ways, he was. Tim had had flings and even a few relationships before you. But they were all part of his vigilante life. You weren’t part of it. You were sweet, pure, in his eyes. You lived, and you loved, and you made Tim so fucking happy. He was lost in you. Completely lost in the sauce.

Tim watched as your mouth fell open and your eyes closed. You moaned and whimpered. He was lost in your face as you came, whining as you clenched around him. Tim groaned before finding his own release. He held your back tightly. You leaned your forehead against his. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes and he had his eyes closed.

“Baby,” Tim whispered, hugging you tightly. Possessively. Protectively. You laid your head in the crook of his neck. You laid on him until the water cooled.

You barely dried off before climbing into the bed. You both laid facing each other and you buried your head into his chest, wrapping your leg around his. Tim wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep way earlier than he had in many years.

The next morning you woke up and was surprised that Tim was still there. He usually was always gone in the morning. He wasn’t the kind to leave a cold bed but rather someone who was practically married to the job. So you took it as a gift to be able to watch him sleep.

You could see little freckles on his nose and a scar along his chin. The little pout of his bottom lip in sleep had you smiling. The circles under his eyes were slowly disappearing the longer you spent on vacation. The way his floppy hair fell in his face was one of your favorite things to see, especially in the morning. He wasn’t Red Robin. He wasn’t a CEO. He was just Tim.

You moved a piece of hair from around his eyes and he wiggled in his sleep. You ran your fingers through his hair again. This time Tim hummed before opening his eyes.

“Morning Duckie,” you said. Tim pulled a little smile on his face before answering. He had found the nickname absolutely ridiculous but he actually kind of loved the way you said it. Only when no one was around. The thought of Dick, or heaven forbid Jason or Damian, hearing you say that was horrifying. The amount of blackmail material...

“Sunshine, what time is it?” Tim said frowning. He reached over you to grab his watch. “Shit!” He said jumping out of bed. You watched him dig through the dresser for clothing. Tim quickly threw on a suit in record time.

“Timmy, hold on,” you said standing before him. You ran your fingers through his hair and straightened his tie. He pulled you close by the waist and kissed you. Your nude frame seemed to pull him back in bed. Back to your body.

“I’ve got to go. I love you,” he said quickly grabbing his stuff. A meeting in an hour? He felt deeply unprepared. He had enjoyed himself too much. Got lost in you. He raced down to the conference room he had rented.

You slipped on Tim’s shirt from the night before. You looked at the room service menu before calling in an order for something absolutely indulgent. You were going to spend the day lazily exploring the resort before meeting back up with Tim in the evening for business drinks.

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In the late afternoon you met Tim back at the room where you changed into a fancy cocktail party dress. He had changed into a different suit. It was all grey, perfectly fitted, with a salmon tie. His hair was lightly gelled to stay out of his eyes and Tim was chewing a breah mint.

“Is this alright?” You asked. You’d done a little schmoozing but never in a foreign country with international business. You felt a little bit out of water.

“Lovely, as always,” Tim said. “You look nervous. Don’t worry. I’ll steer conversation but just be polite, laugh, ask about their interests.”

“Sounds like date,” you said dryly. Tim adjusted your necklace so it laid straighter.

“Basically, sure. But a business date. If you hate it, you can always say you have a headache and go upstairs,” he suggested. But you knew that Tim really wanted you there. He felt more confident and it made him look a little older and more stable with a long term girlfriend by his side.

“I’ll be fine. Just don’t leave me with anyone,” you said. Tim grabbed your hand and gave you a little smile.

“Never,” he said hoping he was right.

Fancy cocktails and small bites of food circulated the room. Men in business suits and women in, frankly tiny, dresses milled around talking. You held Tim’s hand tightly, a glass of champagne clutched in your other hand.

“Mr Muller, it’s good to see you,” Tim said offering the older man a hand shake. An investment banker with multiple connections all over Europe that was currently interested in investing in electronic prosthetic research. He had partially funded a few of WE’s more experimental projects.

“Young Mr Wayne, and your lovely date. I am Simon Muller, Muller Incorporated,” the man said offering his hand to you that you shook. Tim introduced you to the man.

“I have heard rumors that this year was good for Wayne Enterprise,” Mr Muller said with a knowing look. Of course he knew that. Everyone here knew that.

“We’ve been prosperous. Muller Incorporated had some success in stem cell based vaccine research. I saw in Scientific Monthly,” Tim commented.

“Yes, yes, business is well,” Mr Muller said dismissively. He wanted to Schmooz Tim apparently. “How is your father, Bruce?”

“Bruce should be arriving soon actually. He mentioned that he’d like to speak to you about next quarter’s investment. He sounded like it was something quite promising,” Tim teased. Of course, he knew exactly what Bruce was going to talk about. But what was the fun in spilling the beans?

“I can’t wait to hear it. I’m sure we are boring your beautiful companion,” Mr Muller said turning towards you. “Have you been to the Alps before?”

“I haven’t. It’s very beautiful here,” you said with a little smile. “We came a few days early to enjoy some time off.” You threaded your fingers with Tim’s and smiled up at him. It had been some of the best days of your life.

“That sounds quite lovely. I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but your necklace and earrings are spectacular. Where did you get them,” Mr Muller asked. You touched the chain of the necklace automatically.

“They were a gift,” you said and a pleased smile crept on your face despite yourself. Tim had really spoiled you when he bought these.

“From young Mr Wayne,” Mr Muller prompted.

“Yes, Duckie got them for me,” you said without thinking. Only once the words were out of your mouth did you realize your flub. You had called the CEO of Wayne Enterprise ‘Duckie’ in front of an investor. Your eyes widened and Tim blinked a tad too slowly.

The man looked between you both before laughing loudly. “I love it. Well ‘Duckie’ certainly seems to spoil his lovely companion. Ah- here’s your father. Bruce old man! How are you?”

“I’m good. Duckie,” Bruce said with a nod to Tim who was glowing red. What made it all the worse was 15 year old Damian with a smile that pulled his mouth wide. He seemed gleeful.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered in Tim’s ear. He simply squeezed your hand in response.

Bruce and Mr Muller walked away talking about business. Damian stayed and seemed to almost burst with things he wanted to say.

“Quack quack? You know I’ve already sent a message to Richard and Jason?” Damian said.

“Yeah yeah,” Tim said. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

“Let’s get a drink,” Tim said pulling you away from Damian. Damian laughed before walking to Bruce. Tim got a whiskey and took a second to compose himself before going back to the party.

After the party, you went back up to your room. It had gone well the rest of the night but you couldn’t help but feel awful. You’d made Tim look foolish in front of an investor, his father, and younger brother who was looking for ways to tease him.

“Tim, I’m so sorry about calling you Duckie in front of everyone. It was just a slip,” you said softly as Tim kicked his shoes off. He looked up at your face and walked over to you.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I know you didn’t mean to do it. And Mr Muller thought it was funny,” Tim said pulling you into a hug. “Everything went fine.”

“Yeah but Bruce and Damian heard too,” you said looking at the ground. “And Damian will never let it die.”

“Don’t worry about that twerp. I’ll just remind him that he’s never had a girlfriend,” Tim said with a smile. He kissed your forehead and when you wouldn’t look up, he pulled you gently by the chin to face him.

“Seriously sunshine, don’t feel bad for another second. Let’s get you out of those shoes and your makeup. It’s late and I want to lay in bed with my sweet girlfriend,” he said.

You felt so bad as you laid down with him. Tim ran his hands along your back as he always did. It made it all the worse that it was the last day at the resort. You’d hurt the image he was trying to maintain of a serious man. Being young with a baby face, it was a hard task. Tomorrow you would fly back to Gotham and Tim would be working like a manic every day. You didn’t have enough time to make it up to him.

Finally Tim fell asleep before you did. You just stared at the wall for hours. It was sometimes a thing you felt, that you weren’t enough. Tim’s social, political, and economic status was intimidating. How could you possibly be good enough when he could have anything? Fucking up a business party certainly didn’t help. You hugged him tighter, worried he’d get smart and leave you.

The next morning, Tim’s alarm woke you both up. He noticed that instead of being in his arms, you were sleeping on the other side of the bed away from him. He frowned before sliding towards you.

“Sweetheart, sunshine,” Tim said tapping your shoulder. “We have to get dressed so we can make our flight.”

You rolled out of bed and threw on comfortable clothes. Your smile was a little less warm than usual and you weren’t as affectionate as usual. Tim noticed but ignored it as he didn’t have the time to talk to you before the flight anyways.

Onboard in first class, Tim had to reach over to grab your hand before take off. His brows furrowed a little at your lack of touch. It wasn’t until the plane was cruising that he decided to talk about it.

“What’s wrong?” Tim asked. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand softly.

“Nothing,” you said with a bare smile.

“You’re lying. You’re upset about the party. You know nothing happened right? I didn’t get in trouble. I’m not mad at you,” Tim said.

“I know,” and it wasn’t nickname at the party. That was ridiculous. The party triggered an insecurity that you could usually dampen down but never get rid of. You felt like you weren’t good enough. That was it. And no matter how many times Tim reassured you, ther were too many zeros of the wrong kind in your bank account and not enough skills in your hands. You didn’t fit into Tim’s world. Either of them.

“It’s not the party. Not really. It’s you,” you said softly. Tim’s eyebrows jumped up.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing. You’re perfect. I- I’m not a rich pretty socialite or a tough strong vigilante,” you said in a whisper. “I feel like I’m- im not good enough.” You wouldn’t look Tim in the eyes. He climbed out of his seat and knelt beside you. His hands cupped your face and his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

“I’m far from perfect. And you’re worth 10 socialites or vigilantes. You aren’t vapid and your hands are clean. You’re so good. Like so goddamn good. Sometimes I worry you’ll smart up and go with someone uncomplicated. Who can make it to every date. No secrets. Sunshine, I wouldn’t consider anyone else. One little word slipped at one event can’t take away anything. Please smile,” Tim pleaded. The corner of your lip pulled up but you couldn’t smile.

“Please. I’ll stay here until my legs fall asleep and it’ll get awkward. People will think I’m proposing but really I can’t move,” Tim said and you smiled. “That’s my girl. Such a pretty smile. Have I mentioned that my girlfriend is cute?”

You laughed and he reached up to give you a little kiss. “Let’s watch a movie. We can turn the sound off and pretend to know what they are saying.”

“Sure,” you said. Tim sat back down but kept his hand in yours. Occasionally he pulled your hands up to his lip softly as the movie played.

“I’ll stop calling you Duckie. That way I won’t slip again,” you said.

“Absolutely not. I’d wear a name tag that says Duckie before I make you stop,” Tim said watching the movie. You couldn’t help but have a grin from that one.

#friday night smut #Tim drake x reader #Tim drake #Red Robin #yum #Red Robin x reader #batboys x reader #batboys smut

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isla-04 · 3 years

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| white ferrari

kenma kozume x gn!reader

Summary: high school sweethearts were supposed to reach their paradise together, supposed to love each other to the end of time. But for you and kenma, maybe it wasn’t supposed to be; at least, not in this life. so on one last ride, you finally get to say your goodbyes.

word count: 2k

it had been five years since graduating from nekoma high. seven years since you met who you believed was your soulmate. but only two years since you realized that you were wrong, that this love had an expiration date on it and the date had been passed a long time ago. yet, something in you couldn’t just let the memories you both collected go. this was supposed to be a forever deal, where had that promise gone?

the tension in the car was thick and a heavy feeling nestled its way into the hearts of both passengers. the anticipation spread through your body like a parasite, eating away at your nerves until you found yourself at the edge of your seat waiting for him to say something. it was almost laughable, the way both kenma and you kept stealing glances and twitching in your seats. it was obvious that he recognized there were problems in your relationship, but he never thought that it would get to this point. never did he once imagine that he would have to be saying his goodbyes to love you both shared.

“Bad luck to talk on these rides

Mind on the road, your dilated eyes

Watch the clouds float, White ferrari”

the painful silence that encapsulated the couple allowed their minds to wander back to the time when they first laid eyes on each other. kenma being kenma hadn’t uttered a single word to you until two weeks after the first introduction, but that didn’t keep him from constantly pestering kuroo about you. despite the fact that kenma gave off the impression that he would’ve preferred to be left alone, you still took the chance to let out a quiet hello before running back to your friends. he was left standing frozen in his spot while kuroo looked down at him with a sly smirk that kenma wished he would have wiped off, if only he wasn’t so mesmerized by you. from that moment on, even though he still hadn’t talked to you, you noticed that the setter a lot more often around the halls. It was almost as if the universe connected a tether to the both of you and no matter how far you were, sooner or later you would find yourselves in the presence of each other.

“Had a good time

(Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything?)

I let you out at Central”

weeks would go by and all you could ever get out of him was a small glance as you passed by each other, but you took what you could get and made the best of it. kuroo recognized the signs, kenma was truly fascinated by you despite never acknowledging you back when you sent him small smiles and shy waves. so being the excellent wingman he was, which he was most definitely not but did try his hardest, set up a small date for the both of you. all he needed to do was pretend that you were both going out to eat with, when in reality he would simply not show. initially the awkward silence was so unbearable that you had started thinking of excuses that could potentially get out of this situation and with kenma’s sharp glare, you felt almost unwelcomed. but before you got the chance to say anything, kenma stood up from his seat. you followed suit because if he was going to leave then you wanted to beat him to it to save yourself the embarrassment. it took you by surprise when he instead offered to walk around the park with you; figures, he didn’t seem like much of a people person and the cafe had been bustling with people.

everything after that one date was a blur. you could only remember bits and pieces of your teenage years that you shared with him. hanging out late at night playing games with him in his room, meeting up after practice to grab something to eat, occasional sleepovers, and every so often you guys would hang out with some of the players from other schools. a small pang in your heart brought you ripped you out of your daydream from the past and brought your attention back to the present. it seemed as if kenma’s mind had been elsewhere too.

“I didn’t care to state the plain

Kept my mouth closed

We’re both so familiar

White Ferrari, good times.”

in reality, the past few days had been going smoothly without any arguments, up until tonight that is. tonight had been the final push past the barrier of whether to stay or to leave. you both had decided to attend a dinner that your family was hosting and during dinner, the topic of marriage had come up. its not that marriage had ever been a primary concern for either of you, but the silence after your mother had asked kenma if he would ever propose almost broke you on the spot. you weren’t upset that he didn’t answer, far from it really because that’s not a question you just spring upon others, but you were upset because you let this relationship get so far when it shouldn't have. you’ve let others believe that you were so in love when truthfully love left a long time ago. you realized it. kenma realized it. damn near your whole family realized it. high school sweethearts were a thing of fiction and they could only walk their path together for so far until they had to separate; unfortunately, both kenma and you had reached that point after seven wonderful years.

“I care for you still and I will forever

That was my part of the deal, honest

We got so familiar

Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari.”

you would never deny the fact that kenma was and would always be your first true love. never once did you regret meeting him on that special day in nekoma high. everything that the two of you had was real and it was special, not only to you but to kenma as well. despite the hardships that the two of you had faced, your love was not one sided and while he constantly gives off the impression of being cold, kenma loved you to the ends of the earth. he wouldn’t change a thing about you nor your relationship if was ever given the opportunity. you accepted him for him and not once did you try to change a thing about him. your love was the purest form of it known to man. he was continuously surrounded by its warmth and comfort, keeping him safe from the dangers of the outside world. It made him believe that he was invincible, like he could do anything and he would, for you and only you. even after he gained his riches, your love stayed as true as it was the first time and it never faltered; not during the argument, the weeks apart, and even now it was as true as ever.

“If you think about it it’ll be over in no time

And that’s life.”

even after he remained quiet in front of your entire family, you still loved him. and that was the greatest gift he ever received. but this love was different from the one he felt on the first day he met you, it lacked something that was once there-- something that had previously been there but slowly dissipated over the years. neither of you had verbally stated it, but this would be the end of the road for you love, not that you needed to anyways. the end of the road was miles back and at this point, you were just walking on a dirt road leading to nowhere. the silence spoke for itself: the long nights of tears, yelling, and cold beds were coming to an end.

“I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension

You say we’re small and not worth the mention.”

there’s no doubt that had you and kenma met at different points in your life, there might have been a small possibility that this relationship would have worked out. Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t meant to be forever. perhaps not in this life and possibly not in the next, but in another life, the tears brimming your eyes would not exist. perhaps the body next to you would feel warm, the bed would be filled with two instead of one, and the constant shouting would cease. in that other life, maybe you could have reached the end of the road with kenma’s hand in yours, but this wasn’t another life. this was your reality and one that you’ve finally accepted.

“You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’

We could vacay, there’s places to go

Clearly this isn’t all that there is

Can’t take what’s been given

But we’re doing so okay, we’re doing fine.”

a sense of relief washed over kenma momentarily as he realized that once you were gone, you would no longer have to fight for a love that couldn’t be repaired. No longer did you have to plead for him to not leave or just to talk to you. so in these last moments he had with you, he wanted to make them special. no talking, no arguing, no music or singing, just two lovers accepting their fate together. two lovers recognizing that they weren’t meant for each other anymore and that that was okay. it was finally okay to let go of what had been eating at the two of you and the tension that filled that car, it was gone. the pain and heartbreak had passed, and while you were sure that the grief would hit you later on, you were happy. in this very moment in time, the weight was lifted off your shoulders and chest, allowing you to breathe once more. neither of you knew what was to come after this, but you weren’t scared anymore. grabbing his hand in yours, you lightly squeezed and awaited for the squeeze in return only for it to never come.

“Primal and naked

You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned

It’s a skull, least that’s was they call it

And we’re free to roam.”

the car rolled to a stop in front of your house making you slightly jolt in your seat. part you expected for kenma to completely ignore you as you exited the car, and part of you hoped that he would just say one last thing. one last goodbye before you officially walked out of his life and he drove out of yours. but with the current situation, you couldn’t read him as easily as you normally could. There was no emotion and all of them at the same time displayed on his face. was he going to cry? was he going to ask you to stay? whatever it was that he was going to do, he needed to do it in the next minute otherwise you would be gone forever.

“ i’ll never stop loving you. to this day, I wish I had said something to you when we first met, but I didn't because I was a coward. I’m not going to make that same mistake now.”

It startled you, truth be told. kenma wasn’t a man of very many words, that was obvious, but what he didn’t say he made up for in his physical expressions. for him to outright admit that he still loved you, it made you dizzy. he didn’t say it for you to decide to stay, but instead he said it for himself.

“ I know kenma, I know. maybe in another life, yeah? promise me that somewhere in another dimension, you’ll look for me?”

with a simple nod, kenma finally allowed his tears to escape. you stepped out of the car and shut the door behind you. you internally debated whether or not to turn around and look at him one last time, too scared that if you did then you might never leave. but his words made you feel secure enough that if you did turn around, nothing would change. so you turned and connected your eyes with his.

“ I promise. I’ll always look for you.”

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luisjuanmilton · 3 years

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Ahhh hi I'm awake and I've never sent like a prompt or ship thingy before so I hope this is what u mean !! For a ship maybe Dan and esteban and for a prompt maybe just esteban taking Dan to look at Christmas lights or something like that?

This prompt is perfect and I had been dying to write dansteban so thank you so much for requesting it <3

(I just realised you can’t put a read more on mobile sorry guys you’ll have to bear with this long post)

Daniel sighed to himself, absentmindedly scrolling through every single movie Netflix had to offer as he desperately tried to find something that would distract him from how painfully lonely he felt.

It was Christmas Eve, and while he would normally be either in Australia or Italy with his family by now, the fucking global pandemic had made it so that he was stuck in the flat Renault had rented for him to use whenever he was in Oxfordshire.

The flat was so underused that it barely had any furniture, and the lack of decorations coupled with the cold that could be felt even when he had the heater on wasn’t doing anything to improve his mood.

Daniel was used to spending his holidays in the sun damn it, he’d never asked for a white Christmas.

He had been surrounded by nothing but silence for so long that he almost thought he’d hallucinated the knocking that was coming from the direction of the door, but when it grew more insistence he nearly jumped off the couch, hurrying to see who could have possibly come to visit him.

And his heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he found none other than his lanky teammate standing on the other side of the wooden door with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Esteban?” he asked, half convinced that he was definitely hallucinating.

“Yes, hi” the Frenchman answered, a tiny hesitant smile pulling at his lips “for a second there I thought you weren’t in”

“Yeah sorry I thought I’d heard wrong, but, uh, what exactly are you doing here?” Daniel’s eyes widened when he realised how rude that sounded, and he quickly rushed to correct himself “Not that I don’t want you here or anything, you actually have no idea how nice it is to see you”

Thankfully, Esteban only looked amused by his rambling, the smile on his face growing larger.

“Well I sort of realised we were both stuck here, and since I don’t particularly fancy being alone tonight I thought you might not either”

And really, Daniel was so embarrassingly touched by that that he could have cried.

“Oh. Yes, no, absolutely. You can totally come in but I have to warn you that I only have, like, frozen pizza and a couple of beers on the fridge so -“

“Actually, I thought I could take you somewhere” Esteban interrupted, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth “if you don’t mind braving the cold that is”

Daniel beamed at the Frenchman, his innate love for surprises making a flare of excitement rush through him, especially after he had been sure the most exciting thing that would happen to him that night would be watching the new season of Love Island.

“Let me get my coat”

Just to be safe he decided to put on the biggest and fluffiest coat he owned, paired with a knitted beanie and a matching scarf, not even caring that he probably looked ridiculous next to Esteban, who didn’t even look like he had noticed it was snowing.

There wasn’t anyone around to judge him anyways, and he knew Este would never mock him.

Indeed, the younger man looked almost fond as he took in his very over the top attire, holding the door open for him and shutting it behind them.

He was nearly skipping as he followed Este down the stairs, not even questioning it when they walked past both their cars to instead follow the trail that lead to a small park that he’d never bothered to visit before.

Esteban stopped him when the park was just around the corner, turning to face him with a serious look in his eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

Daniel found himself nodding before he’d even finished the question, and when his entire face immediately softened at that, he felt warmth flooding his chest that had nothing to do with the layers of clothing he was wearing.

“Of course I do”

“Close your eyes for me” Este softly commanded, holding a hand out to him that he didn’t hesitate to take before complying.

It was a little tricky to walk over the rocky and snowy path without being able to see, but the firm hold Esteban had on his hand was enough to assure him he’d never let him fall on his ass.

They must have walked for less than three minutes when they came to a sudden halt, but even then Este didn’t let go of his hand.

“Okay… you can open them now”

Daniel immediately did as he was told, and a delighted gasp left his mouth as he took in the sight in front of him.

The entire park was light up by what seemed to be hundreds of Christmas lights that were hanging from the snowy trees, making it look like it’d been taken straight out of a Hallmark movie.

Thanks to the way they swayed with the breeze it almost seemed like they were twinkling stars, and Daniel felt like he’d walked into some sort of winter wonderland.

“Holy shit” he breathed out, hearing Esteban chuckle beside him at the expletive.

“Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it! It looks like a fucking postcard”

Este let out a full bellied laugh at that, but it was obvious to Dan that he was very relieved by his reaction.

“I’m glad. It’s just that I remembered you saying how much you liked Christmas, and I didn’t want you to have a crappy one this year, I think it’s been shitty enough. I also brought a big blanket, some pastries and a thermos full of coffee, it’s not exactly a Sunday roast but I think it’ll do” he confessed, the apples of his cheeks as red as the tip of his nose for reasons that the Aussie was sure were completely unrelated to the cold.

If Daniel had felt touched before, he was sure he was about to spontaneously combust because of how endeared he was by the man standing next to him.

“You really are something special Esteban”

“Oh it was nothing”

Esteban’s entire face was as red as the Ferrari livery by now, and his pleased grin made him look all the more adorable.

It was only then that Daniel realised neither had let go of the other’s hand.

“Hey Este? I know I couldn’t leave here because of the travel restrictions in Italy, but I thought they had lifted the travel ban in France… why didn’t you go home?”

The sheepish look he got after that was more than enough answer for him, but he still wanted to hear him say it.

“I, uh, I sort of overheard you talking to Cyril about how you’d have to spend the holidays here. I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I promise I didn’t mean to, and I just really didn’t want you to have to spend them alone because I know how much you miss your family and -“

Now it was Daniel’s turn to interrupt Esteban’s rambling, and he couldn’t think of a better way to do it than by fisting his hand on the front of his sweater and pulling him down into a kiss.

The tiny surprised yelp that left him was muffled by Daniel’s lips, and when the younger man’s brain registered what was happening he all but melted into the kiss.

And the Aussie had no idea how long he’d been wanting to do that without realising it, but as their lips moved together he quickly found out he never wanted it to stop.

Unfortunately, their need for oxygen was still a thing, but they only separated enough so that they could breathe while still keeping their foreheads pressed together, not caring at all that the angle was far from comfortable because of their height difference.

“Thank you” Dan murmured, tightening the grip he still had on the other’s hand and feeling an electric current run through their linked fingers.

“Merry Christmas Dan” he answered, with a smile bright enough that it put all the lights that surrounded them to shame.

“Merry Christmas Este”

With that, Daniel pressed their lips back together, thinking to himself that maybe he wouldn’t mind spending his holidays in the snow as long as he had Esteban close to keep him warm.

#the new installment of ‘ana cannot write drabbles to save her life’#I just have a lot to say okay #and I’ll do the rest tomorrow guys promise! thanks for sending some!#long post #dansteban #daniel ricciardo #esteban ocon #drabble #my writing

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seeker-of-the-stars · 3 years

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Can I ask for tfa bee meeting idw bee please

"C'mon, why don't we go for a bit of racing, huh? If you're really me from another dimension, I know you'll like that."

Bumblebee rose an optic ridge at his counterpart. "Didn't Optimus say those are illegal? And dangerous?"

"Pssh, Optimus says all kinds of things. I've been there dozens of times and I've never once gotten hurt."

Bumblebee let out an ex vent. It was already past midnight and he wanted to get a good night of rest so he could focus on finding a way back home in the morning. If he didn't get back to Cybertron soon, no doubt Starscream would find a way to undermine him and still his post...

"I'm sorry Bee, but I really can't. Why don't you ask Bulkhead to go with you? You guys seem close."

"Bulkhead?! You must be joking," Bumblebee said. "Look, I love the guy like a brother but he couldn't win a race if his life depended on it."

"Well, I need to get some recharge for tomorrow. Maybe some other time."

Bumblebee let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I get it. You're like, the president of Cybertron or whatever back home and you think this whole thing is stupid. It's okay, everyone else does too, I should be used to it by now."

Bumblebee cursed to himself. He should know better than to fall for such cheap tricks by now, and yet...

"Okay, fine. I'll go with you."

His counterpart's optics lit up. "You mean it?!"

"Just this once," he emphasized. "Mostly because I'm hoping to get back home as soon as I can."

Bumblebee grinned. "This is going to be the most fun you've ever had in your life, just you wait!"

***

Bumblebee decided this was the most stressful night of his life.

Okay, maybe not the most stressful, he's had some doozies over the millennia. But this was definitely up there.

"Ow! Hey, watch it!" Bumblebee hissed as the black Ferrari beside him pushed him out of the way. While he wasn't able to see it, he could feel the giant scratch on his side.

"Sorry kid, you're playing with the big boys now," the driver on the other side of him mocked. His hair was blond and slicked back, and his eyes a dull green. He smirked in Bumblebee's direction. "If you can't handle it, then get out of the way." The man then pressed on the gas, zooming in front of the little yellow car.

"C'mon Bee! Are you just gonna take that?" His counterpart drove up beside him. "We gotta beat him for sure now, to show him who's boss."

"This was a terrible idea, I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Bumblebee groaned.

"It's not that bad, that guy's just a jerk. Now come on, I know you can do it."

"Bumblebee. I'm tired, and I want to go back home before I get my bumper knocked off."

"What?! You can't quit in the middle of a race!" his counterpart exclaimed. "We've only got a few blocks left, then we can go home. I promise."

Bumblebee sighed. "Fine."

"Great! Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a race to win."

With that, his counterpart shot off in front of him, whooping all the way.

Shaking his head, Bumblebee transformed back to his root mode and checked his side where he was hit. There was a surface level scratch and a bit of spilled energon, but luckily nothing he'd need Ratchet for. That didn't stop it from hurting like hell though.

He stopped when he saw the black car who had scratched him crash into his counterpart up ahead, running him off the road.

"Ahhhh!" Bumblebee cried as collided with the metal railing.

He heard the driver laughing as he drove off. "Maybe you should get a sturdier car next time. That little bug off yours can't take a hit."

"Bumblebee!" Bumblebee cried out. He rushed over towards his counterpart. "Are you alright?"

His counterpart transformed back into his root mode, and coughed up some energon. "I'll live," he gave him a weak smile. "But now that asshole is going to win."

"Maybe not," Bumblebee smirked. He transformed back, and looked at his counterpart. "Can you move on your own?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'll meet you at the finish line."

***

Bumblebee didn't think he had ever driven so fast in his life.

A small part of his processor forced him to keep a look out for pedestrians and other drivers, but the bigger, much louder part was filled with an unbridled rage. If that stuck up, wannabe badass wanted to pick on his friends, he'd have another thing coming.

It wasn't long before he caught up to the owner of the Ferrari. Without thinking, he immediately slammed into his bumper.

"Hey!" he heard the driver yell from his window. "This car is worth more than your life!"

"Not mine, but maybe yours," Bumblebee slammed into the car once again, earning a squawk of outrage from the driver.

After a final hit, the black car pulled over to the side, and the driver stormed out. "You want to fight? Fine! Then get out of your little bug and face me on your own two feet."

"As you wish," Bumblebee transformed to his root mode, and smirked down at the driver. While he was a minibot and therefore shorter than most Cybertronians, he was still at least twice the size of a human.

"You still want to fight?"

"You! You're one of them!" The guy's eyes lit up with horror. "What are you doing here?"

"A friend dragged me out," Bumblebee said. "Speaking of my friend; when you were just messing with me, I was ready to let it go. You know, forgive and forget." He picked up the man with one hand, holding him like a child with a doll.

"But then you hurt my friend, and I don't feel so forgiving anymore."

"W-Wait, please!" the man pleaded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I'll give you however much you want, just don't eat me, or whatever you guys do with humans!"

"We don't-" Bumblebee sighed. What was he doing, threatening a human, even a human as awful as this one? If only Optimus could see him right now...

"I don't want your money. Just... get out of here and don't come back. He doesn't want to ever see you again, and neither do I. Understand?"

"It's a deal," the man said with great relief. He looked over at his half mutilated car. "But I think I might need a ride home. Do you think you could..."

"Absolutely not," Bumblebee said. He transformed back to his alt mode, driving off toward the finish line.

***

"Hey Bee."

His counterpart grinned up at him from his berth in the medbay. "Hey, yourself."

It took some convincing, but Bumblebee was finally able to allow Ratchet to look over his injuries. Luckily none of his injuries were permanent or too severe to be fixed, but he still needed a few days of rest to recover.

"Did you get in a lot of trouble?"

"Eh, nothing I'm not used to. Optimus gave me a pretty lengthy lecture and I'm only allowed out for missions for the next two weeks, but nothing too bad. If anything, he seemed more worried than mad."

"That's Optimus for you," Bumblebee said.

There was a few moments of silence before his counterpart spoke up. "Hey... I'm sorry I kind of put a dent in your plans to get home. I know you're really worried about Starscream, and well, who can blame you? I just thought it would be fun to have, y'know, a twin around for a bit. One I could have some fun with."

Bumblebee rose an optic ridge. "Is that what you think of me as? Like a twin brother?"

"I mean, I guess? I know we're not actually twins, but there really isn't a word to describe your relationship with yourself from an alternate universe."

"I suppose not," Bumblebee smirked. "Well, I'll leave and let you get some rest."

"You'll still be here when Ratchet lets me go right?" His counterpart asked before he left. "You won't leave without saying goodbye?"

Bumblebee smiled. "Of course not. Now get some sleep."

#tfa bumblebee #idw bumblebee #fanfic #drabbles #thanks!

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 12 rewatch thoughts

- I would like to thank them for keeping in din’s harried yet triumphant ‘hAH!!’ when he gets the explosives to stick to gideon’s ship in the ‘hey remember when this happened last season’ section, that was a nice gesture from the showrunners to me personally, I assume

- this episode actually helped me find more enjoyment in the last one, because it’s such a nice reassurance that even though they’re pulling in more stuff from other star wars media this show won’t suddenly stop being its own thing and mando won’t suddenly stop being himself and it’s very comforting to me somehow haha

- the small hesitation before din calls out “do you... do you have the wire?” lol lol lol he’s completely aware of the bizarreness of what he’s doing here but hey being alive is already so damn weird etc.

the softness of his voice the whole way through and the fact that he never, never blames the baby for not being able to do what shouldn’t really be asked of him in the first place, tho... ;____;

- the tiny exasperated head tilt din does when he realizes the hatch isn’t going to extend all the way fdslkfhasdlashfs

- din is looking down at the baby the entire time while greef talks to the mechanics ❤️❤️❤️

(the baby seems pretty drawn to/excited to see greef again and mando seems to notice which is extremely cute. he’s becoming really good at tuning in with the kid)

he also greets cara baby first in much the same way as he does peli, like he knows what the main attraction here is lol, they do a very sweet bro nod at each other. god I wish gina carano wasn’t so terrible imagine if we could just have this BrOTP without hesitations :(

I think greef is actually a bit worried to begin with after seeing the ship, he sort of takes din in intently before he huffs a little laugh and grabs his arm. it must be a bit stressful to be his friend and not be able to see his expression right away when you worry something might be seriously wrong haha

- people are finally treating the baby like you would a real baby and it’s such a blessing, everyone talking and cooing at him and baby babbling back

(I wonder if greef has children of his own? he does have an undeniable air of experienced grandpa about him in this episode, it’s adorable)

- din does so much talking -- unprompted, even! -- these days, it truly is an embarrassment of riches

- capital E Emotional about this shot with IG-11 right behind din and cara inviting him into the school in front of him. some past carried with us into the future shit going on here

IG-11′s legacy’s still got our back y’all :’) I swear to god if gideon blows up nevarro at some point I’m going to lose it

the ‘oh yeah?/that so?’ way din leans his head back after she says “wait until you see inside” is also amazing

- baby reaching out his hand like ‘can have?’ is so polite ;______; he takes after his father (including in the ‘fool me twice, I’ll fuck you up’ department haha. listen you get one chance to be cool about it and then no more mr nice mando/baby)

go ahead, kid, make a fuss about it. who are you going to tell, huh? who’s going to believe you? you gonna tell them you got bested by a baby? a magic baby? no? that’s right. I took your dignity as easily as I took your macarons, there’s nothing you can do to change it, and now you gotta live with that. sweet dreams.

(this is a joke. the baby is not evil. I hate that I even have to specify this but I’ve seen some stupid shit in the tags in my time you guys haha)

- I can’t work out what anything on greef’s desk is supposed to be, but if that’s a computer it’s got to be older than even the razor crest lol

- friends: din yes?

mando: din no, only repairs

friends: din yes please?

mando: ... [sigh] din yes

he truly has next to no defense against people he actually likes asking him for something huh lol. well a self care co-op mission clearly did him a world of good in this one at least it’s all fine

- “I’m starting to dehydrate, Boss” is an excellent line and delivered perfectly, I cackle every time (”You park your gills right there until I say otherwise” is a good runner up too)

- it’s so nice to see the small moments of communication between them in this one after mando was so out of sync with the team in the last one (and tbf those guys didn’t even try to give him any pointers at all, they really left him to flounder through the whole thing if you watch it carefully haha)

- the mythrol’s jacket still looks so comfy, I want one

- aaaaah the way din says “I don’t like this” is just so... hnnngh it’s perfect, there’s a vulnerability and openness to it for a moment. greef glances over at him like he hasn’t heard him sound like this before too, which just sells it even more

u ok bro?

you know shit’s fucked up when din djarin expresses an emotion without even being forced to by circumstance (I think what I mean is that it’s actually really rare for him to state how he feels about something just to do it, usually his communication is more practically oriented, more along ‘I think this is the best cause of action because of a and b’ lines, or like when he tells omera he’s grateful it’s... more to inform her of it and make sure she knows than to express himself? but he’s starting to do it more with people he trusts now and it gets me in the heart? man I’m finding this hard to articulate let’s move on lol)

- I really, really wonder about pershing’s position in all of this. his plea for the child’s life did sound genuine -- he did try to guard him with his own noodly scientist body when he thought din was out to hurt him, remember -- but is that only because he knows he’s in deep shit himself without the blood the baby can give? is he maybe not quite cool with whatever gideon has him doing? (he does sound quite strained when he talks about the ‘body’ rejecting the transfusion and the ‘volunteer’ potentially suffering the same fate... hm.)

idk why I want there to be something redeemable in him so bad, maybe it’s just my weird yet enduring attachment to ladon radim in stargate atlantis messing with me they’re kind of similar in some ways (yeah don’t ask me I don’t know either sometimes the heart wants what it wants in ways reason can’t explain)

- tfw ur literally launching yourself across a pool of boiling lava because you’re Dad and your baby’s in danger T__________T he just does not stop running towards that kid for even a single second help

- there’s something so innocently pure and... old fashioned? about the scene with mythrol and greef screaming the entire time they drive off the cliff, it feels like something out of a movie from like three decades ago. that whole segment feels a bit like that, it’s just there to be fun and that’s okay sometimes

- every dog fight in every movie should have a baby nonchalantly snacking on a cookie in them, it elevates the experience immeasurably (he squishes his nose a little bit with the macaron when he misses his mouth at one point, which is more than anyone should be expected to bear honestly)

I love that even all fixed up again the razor crest groans and creaks like an old tired thing when din makes it flip to dive, he 100% did take out a bunch of ferraris in his stalwart morris minor of a spaceship and I treasure him

- there’s so much life and emotion in din’s voice here I can’t!!!! I simply can’t!!!! imagine if we get to hear him openly laugh one day, would I even survive it??!!!!

also the kid makes such pitch perfect ‘having my lil nose wiped and whining about it’ baby noises when din uses his cape to clean him up (din does turn the autopilot on before he turns around to deal with it, for those who, like me, worry about these things)

- between carson showing up and the stuff the droid talks about in the lesson they’re doing quite a bit of outer rim vs. core worlds theme building in this one, I wonder if this is going to ramp up more or what

- god but gideon’s theme SLAPS tho

he’s probably going to try to fuck up everything I love but you can’t fault him on the tunes he’s going to do it to

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #and now off to bed like I should have been half an hour ago lol

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someone-worth-racing-for · 3 years

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We always get to see Carlos taking care of Lando or cuddling him the most in your stories - don’t get me wrong here, I love it! But do you think it’s possible for you to write something, maybe something small, that shows Carlos being the one that gets taken care of? Lando cuddling him and pampering his Spaniard after maybe a bad race? Or because Carlos is missing Lando so much that he needs some extra attention. It would be nice to see this.

I exactly know what you mean, anonym!

As much as I love to read/write about caring, protective Carlos, I also really enjoy to see it, when Lando takes care of him as well!

This one right here turned out a little longer, maybe because we barely see it in stories - I hope you will like it, anonym! 😉

It didn’t often happen, Lando could actually count those days on just one hand. The days his boyfriend wasn’t his usual self, the days the older one wasn’t in a good mood, because also Carlos did have bad days sometimes.

Days he did barely smile compared to usual, days nothing seemed to work no matter how hard he tried it, days when his usual calm and reserved being even turned into temper and anger, so that also he finally shows his frustration openly and in front of everyone.

One of those less days seems to be today. Already yesterday evening, when they had finally been able to be together again after almost two weeks of being apart, Carlos had been in a bad mood.

He hadn’t been very talkative at all, not like usual and he also didn’t show it last evening how glad he actually was to finally spend some time with him together again, even when Lando knew that he was indeed happy about it.

Carlos had only told the younger one about how sorry he was that he hadn’t able to see him for such a long time and how bad he had missed him while being stuck all alone in Italy the past few weeks, while he was clutching onto him with his arms wrapped around him all tightly and his head resting on top of his belly, rising and falling with his breaths.

Lando knew the older one hadn’t paid any attention to the movie playing there on their laptop, he was way too thoughtful and upset for that. But finally Carlos had still managed it to find his rest, while his boyfriend let his fingers slide through his dark mane, lulling him into sleep.

Even when Lando had already told the older one last evening that he should stop thinking about the past two weeks and that they hadn’t been able to see each other, even when Carlos had tried to get back to the UK to see his boyfriend and spend some time together so badly, he still knew the older one blamed and hated himself for how things had turned out lately.

Lando knew it wasn’t even Carlos’ fault, he hadn’t done it on purpose to stay in Italy for almost two weeks straight and he also wasn’t mad at him for it, even when he had also already looked forward to finally spend some quality time together with his boyfriend again after he had missed him pretty much as well.

But still Carlos also seemed to think and feel bad about it the next morning, even when they had lunch together the Spaniard still wasn’t his usual self, why Lando gave him some extra cuddles and pecks on his cheek, before they had to prepare for FP2.

Fitting to how shitty Carlos already felt the whole time long, also his practice turned out to be, when he crashed his car in one of the last minutes of the session. Between the end of the FP2 and working out the collected data, Lando had gone over to the Ferrari motorhome to quickly check on his boyfriend.

By the way Carlos was sitting there in the corner, he could already tell that he was damn frustrated and also angry at himself for making such a stupid mistake and causing so such big damage on his car the mechanics probably have to work at the whole night long.

“Carlos? Are you alright?” Lando carefully dared to ask, when he saw his boyfriend all down and furious like that, while Carlos still hadn’t even noticed him entering his driver room with being deep inside his thoughts. The Spaniard shook his head by his words to come back from his trance, before he looked up at the younger one, who eyed him all worried through the half opened door.

“Now I am.” He told him with a half-hearted smile, before he opened welcoming his arms for Lando to come closer. “Come here, mi amor.” Of course, he didn’t let himself tell so twice, before he stepped into the room, sat down beside his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his neck.

While Carlos always knew what to say whenever he felt that way after a bad day on the track, Lando didn’t know what Carlos needed to hear at the moment. The young Brit was just never good with words, compared to the older one. He never knew what to say or how to cheer up someone with just words.

He felt sorry for that, but Carlos still seemed to enjoy his presence, even without saying just one word, when he pulled him even closer and buried his face into the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent, which seemed to calm him down.

Words still failed him, when the Spaniard finally pulled away of their embrace and their eyes met. Lando felt so sorry for his boyfriend, he just hated it to see him all down like that, making himself the biggest accusations and being so hard to himself for making such a mistake only once within years of being a F1 driver.

Carefully Lando reached out to frame his cheek with his warm palm, before he gently caressed with his thumb over the soft skin and through his stubbles, causing Carlos so to lean into the touch. And because Lando still didn’t know how to cheer up the older one with words, he finally tried to do so with a soft smile, the Spaniard finally tried to return after taking a deep inhale. Maybe not talking about it or talking at all was what his boyfriend actually needed at the moment.

And even when Lando really hadn’t said anything the entire time, Carlos still kissed his wrist in gratefulness in the end and hugged him for once more, before they had to separate their ways again for the rest of the day.

And even when the younger one had managed to make his boyfriend feel at least already a little better, he still wanted to do more for him, especially because Carlos was always there for him, when he had a bad day or when he was in a bad mood, and he also already exactly knew how he wanted to cheer him up tonight.

Lando had just finished preparing everything, when the Spaniard finally came back to their hotel room after a long day. Exhausted he got out of his off his jacket, through it over the next best chair and finally he dragged him over to their bed, where he let himself fallen on top.

Tired and washed out after today’s happenings, Carlos rubbed over his face, before he threw his arms next to his sides and exhaled long and loud. Lando had pity with him and he also really hoped that he will finally feel better after what he had planned to do with him to give him some comfort.

Lando let him lie like that on their bed to calm down for some moments, before he got over to take his hand and squeeze it softly to get his attention. First hesitant, Carlos finally still sat up and for one quick moment his boyfriend thought he would tell him that he didn’t want to stand up and follow him wherever he wanted to bring him, but in the end he still got onto his feet after a long exhale.

The young Brit brought him over into their bathroom, only the already before prepared candles around the bathtub gave the actual dark room some soft light. “Lando.” Carlos said his name, almost like he wanted to tell him that he really wasn’t in the mood for taking a bath with him together, but when their eyes met Lando got it what he was actually trying to tell him. That he really didn’t have to do this all just because he had been feeling stupid lately and it also wasn’t his fault why he was feeling that way and had a pretty shitty day at the track.

Lando was aware about that, but still he had wanted to do something for his boyfriend and this was actually only the beginning of his plan for tonight. “Just let me take care of you like you always do by me, alright?” The young Brit whispered up at him, while he took both of his hands into his and stroked with his thumb over the back of his fingers in admiration.

He wanted to give him something back, because Carlos was just always there for him whenever he needed him and right now had come the time for Lando to comfort his boyfriend in return and make him feel better. It was the least thing he could do for him and he also did so with pleasure.

Carlos finally agreed to his plan with nodding his head and gifting the younger one a small smile in return for trying so hard just to make him feel better. Lando smiled up at his boyfriend as well, before he got onto his tiptoes to peck a quick kiss onto his finally smiling lips again, after he had missed to see them like that over the past few hours.

While the Spaniard got out of his jeans, Lando made quick work with his own clothes, till he was only standing with his boxers on in front of the older one any more. He showed Carlos to take place on the edge of the already with warm water filled and with rose flower oil prepared bubble bath, so he could step between his legs and get him out of his Ferrari shirt, even when he actually liked that colour on him a lot, something he had never thought he would admit volunteer in front of his boyfriend.

He left Carlos’ dark mane behind in a mess, after he had got rid of that shirt, causing him to smile down at him like the love drunk dork he still was even after all this time. While Lando leaned down to chase after another kiss from those pretty lips, he could feel Carlos’ hands resting on his hips, drawing little circles into his flesh with his thumbs.

The young Brit’s cheeks had already begun to lightly burn because of the affect those kisses had on him, when they finally pulled apart and rested their forehead together to take each other in. After a few moments looking at their own reflections inside the other one’s eyes, Lando pulled away but couldn’t resist to move his hands through his boyfriend dark hair. Letting those thick hair strains slide through his fingers and leaving an even bigger mess behind than before, causing him to giggle in adoration.

“And now let us get you out of those Spanish boxers.” Lando told him with a wink, before he leaned closer for one more time to place a soft kiss onto his boyfriend’s forehead. After they had both wiggled out of their last layer of clothes, Carlos just wanted to get into the bathtub, when the younger one held him up from doing so.

“Tonight I’m the big spoon.” The Spaniard raised his eyebrows at him, but still he held on with a smile playing on his lips. “Whatever you want, big spoon, who actually looks more like a teaspoon.”

Lando chuckled and rolled his eyes, before he climbed into the tub first and Carlos finally took place between his legs and carefully leaned back to lay against his chest. “Don’t I squeeze the big spoon too much here?” He asked over his shoulder, but the pressure against Lando’s chest actually felt good, the closeness they shared right here in general, when the young Brit wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s belly and hugged his middle with his legs from behind.

“Nah, it’s perfect. And now stop talking, I want you to enjoy this, little spoon.” They both had to giggle about his comment, before their laughs quieted and their smiles slowly but sure faded away, when they both tried to make themselves even more comfortable and they closed their eyes to finally calm down after today’s stress and happenings.

Lando let some more warm water into the bathtub, producing so also even more bubbles than before, while the two of them just enjoyed each other’s company. At one point Carlos had moved his head, so he had it now rested onto his boyfriend’s left shoulder and his cheek pressed against the spot his heart was beating in a steady rhythm inside.

Lovingly Lando nosed the older one’s hair, calming so his own nerves he hadn’t noticed before how tensed they had actually been as well. With the tip of his nose the younger one gently brushed over his boyfriend’s forehead, alternately placing little kisses there as well in fondness.

Through is half lidded eyes, Lando could see the smile rising on the Spaniard’s lips, enjoying his caresses and also the affection he received. Happy about that his try to make him feel better really seemed to work, the younger one also added his hands, roaming over Carlos’ broad chest and also stroking over the length of his arms.

The older one made those sound in comfort in response, before he told him with a lowered voice “That feels good, you are actually doing a great job as a big spoon, cabron.” Lando smiled into the shell of his ear, before he told him softly to shut up and keep on enjoying.

Carlos began to pure like a little kitten, when he also added that sponge he had already prepared as well to rub over his trained belly, chest and shoulders. “Such a good big spoon, I could really get used to this.” The Spaniard hummed, before Lando placed a kiss onto his cheek from behind in return.

When Lando was satisfied with rubbing his boyfriend’s body clean, it was his dark mane’s turn. After he had first wetted Carlos’ hair, he gently massaged his shampoo with the already so familiar smell into it, always making sure that nothing got too close to his eyes.

Lando let himself time with it, massaging it all the way into his mane he admired and adored so much, also adding his fingernails from time to time to cause goose-bumps on his boyfriend’s arms and he also tried to ease the headache Carlos had told him he had since days with massaging his tremble gently.

After Lando had quickly washed his hair as well and they had both got rid of the shampoo again, they kept on laying all quiet and peaceful for some more time, till the water became too cold and their fingers and toes already looked like little raisins.

Carlos already looked way more relaxed than before their bath, when they dried their bodies with those soft hotel towels and Lando even rubbed his hair dry, which caused the Spaniard to giggle. “Thank you, carino. That was really nice.” He told him honestly, after he had rubbed his curls dry as well.

“Nothing to thank for, but that wasn’t already all for tonight.” And just in that moment, someone knocked at their hotel room door. “Who is this?” Carlos wanted to know, while he still got into his pyjama, while Lando already got over to answer the door. “Just the dinner I have ordered.”

The Spaniard looked impressed, when he saw the amount of food there on top of their bed, when he finally stepped out of the bathroom. Lando had ordered his favourite food in the hope to cheer up his mood so even more, he had also ordered some delicious desert, their trainers didn’t have to know about.

While they were watching Carlos’ favourite movie, which Lando knew just always made him smile, they ate their dinner mostly in silence. But even when the Spaniard’s mood was already better than when he had stepped inside their hotel room, Lando could still tell he was a little thoughtful and reserved, because he didn’t laugh by the scenes of the movie he usually did. He only smiled a little, if even.

Later, after they had shared that delicious chocolate cake and Lando had even feed his boyfriend all caring, they finally made themselves comfortable inside their bed, cuddling and snuggling even the rest of Carlos’ sorrows away.

“You know, I could get really used to this.” The older one purred with closed eyes, when Lando had once again told him to take place between his legs and lean against his chest. Also this time, he did hug his middle from behind and places little kisses onto his shoulder, cheek and the sweet spot behind his ear.

But Lando wanted his boyfriend to be finally happy again, he didn’t want him to fall asleep still thinking about today and being upset. And because he already knew the Spaniard well enough and he had also already saved him a few whenever he saw them on the internet, just in case for such moments, Lando finally showed Carlos those saved, cute videos of his favourite animal.

After just three videos he finally smiled again, a real smile and he even laughed from the bottom of his heart, when Carlos watched those little meerkat videos. How much Lando had missed the sound of his giggles and see him all happy like that again.

The Spaniard was finally his old self again, when they were laying on their sides, facing each other, after the movie was over and ready to fall asleep. “Thank you for tonight, mi amor. It was exactly what I have needed. Actually it’s only you I need to be happy. You are really the best.” Carlos whispered, before he leaned closer to also thank his boyfriend with a long, tender kiss.

“Nothing to thank for, really. You would have done the same for me, you actually already do so every time. It was just my turn tonight, besides I did it with pleasure. I’m happy it succeed.” Lando told him, while he cuddled closer against his warm body.

“It really has, mi amor. I just have to love you, I actually don’t have another choice than to love you dearly, my precious love.”

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