zandvoorts | ao3 ↳ mid twenties, they/she, f1/f2/indycar watcher
most recent fic: mad woman
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Not today Justin

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taylor price

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zandvoorts | ao3 ↳ mid twenties, they/she, f1/f2/indycar watcher
most recent fic: mad woman
live your life with arms wide open
☆ quinn hughes/kirill kaprizov, rated teen, 10.3k words ☆ trade fic, minnesota wild team as family, developing relationship, open ending
“Hi. Hughsey, yeah?” The voice is warm, curious, light, and Quinn turns and finds Kirill Kaprizov standing a few feet away, helmet tucked under his arm, eyes bright, like this is all a little bit fun. “Quinn,” he replies automatically. No one’s called him Hughsey in years, it’s always Quinn, or Qball, or Huggy. He realises, a beat later, that here they don’t know that. They’re going to shove the -y on the end of his name whether he likes it or not and Quinn has to pretend it doesn’t make him want to peel his skin off. Kirill nods, like he’s pleased. “Quinn,” he repeats, like he’s trying to get a feel for the name within his accent. “Welcome to Minny.”
so tired watching this race that they showed max's helmet cam and i panicked thinking i had to steer
all Brit top 3 with Mercedes front row lockout we should all just kill our selves
we would never hear the end of it if this provisional top 3 stays
likely place for him to be
my new tattoo is both a love letter to my favourite city and favourite flower but also to my favourite piece of writing i’ve ever published 💜💜💜
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
buddie | rated T, 6.5k | outside pov, secret relationship
Some secrets are hidden in plain sight.
Excerpt:
“I don’t understand what I’m supposed to be seeing here, Chim,” she says, “it looks normal.” But Chim doesn’t say anything, he just continues to watch. So Hen does as well. She sees Eddie turn his head to look at Buck, moving his face away from Hen’s sight. He clearly says something, because Buck turns bright red and his eyes dart away from what she assumes is Eddie’s piercing stare. She focuses on Buck then, and if she blinked she would have missed the way Buck’s eyes darted down to Eddie’s lips, licking his own, and then pulls his eyes away from them, still avoiding Eddie’s eyes. Eddie shoves him slightly, but Eddie’s body moves forward too, as if he’s a magnet connected to Buck. Buck’s laugh rings through the firehouse, and Eddie clearly shushes him because Buck immediately quiets down, still snickering with his face inches away from Eddie’s. “Okay, that was abnormal,” she whispers, having not realised how invested she got into the pair of them in such a short amount of time. Her arms are draped over the railing in the loft, just as invested—if not more, now—than Chim. “Do you think Buck’s into Eddie?”
yes i wrote gay firefighters. please be kind to me.
pato o'ward | indy 500 open test 2024
i just noticed on lap 17 charles was p1 ☹️
He’s so INSANE
CL16❤️
watching romeo and juliet and writing lestappen . as god (william shakespeare) intended
‘you give me guilty pleasure’ | 1/2 | 9.7k | explicit
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the lesbian lestappen fic is here!!!!!
part 2 should be up this weekend or early next week :)
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“Is this all it takes then?” Max asks, instantly snatching the cherry floating on top of her drink. Charles stares resolutely into her eyes, refusing to watch the way Max’s lips wrap around the stem and how they stretch when she tugs it away and how her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek as she chews on the fruit and the bob of her throat as she swallows it down. Charles definitely doesn’t watch any of it. “Your first race win in three years is all it takes for you to start outwardly flirting with me?”
Charles’s nose wrinkles, her face screwed up into something between disdain and confusion. She snags her straw between her teeth and takes a long drink to stop the first thought that jumped to the tip of her tongue.
“I am not flirting.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Think it's the right time to bring this back
my mini gp dump 🏎️‼️ i had the best weekend with my best friends 🧡🩵💙❤️ until next year, ausgp :’)
came out of aus gp a ride or die red bull-er and with max verstappen's racing number tattooed on my body. crazy town population 1