a medium to low activity , independent multimuse blog for original characters in the dynamic & fast paced world of formula one. writing will take place on the dash & discord. minors & personal blogs please dni.
a study in : living life at 200 mph day in & day out , the extreme pressure of being one of a select few chosen for a highly paid & dangerous job with the expectation that you grin & bear it , a constant invasion of privacy , the toxicity of a team environment that breeds the need to be better than your only teammate , the inevitable knowledge that everyone's replaceable no matter how hard you work , travelling the world at the pace of a different country every week , year round training to prepare the mind & body for the extremity of motorsport , a constant race towards the bigger picture , the whole is nothing without the sum of its parts , the way one sport can truly & utterly transform your life.
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written ( and sometimes loved ) by lottie , 23 , she / they. although characters and plot ideas may take inspiration from real life formula one , this account is in no way attempting to portray real people. these are all muses that , fortunately or unfortunately , were born out of my imagination. muse list below the cut for now. ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ .
๐ฐ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ด ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ด๐๐ โฉ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก & ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ ( & ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ก ). late twenties to early thirties , formula one driver for scuderia ferrari formula one team , competes under the french flag , resembles lucien laviscount.
๐ท๐ฐ๐๐ด๐ป ๐ฒ๐ท๐ธ๐ โฉ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐. early twenties , social media manager for scuderia ferrari formula one team and their drivers , little sister to connor , resembles lola tung.
๐ณ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ธ๐ด๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ด๐๐ฒ๐ธ๐ด๐ โฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. mid twenties to early thirties , f1 driver for oracle red bull racing forumla one team , competes under the monacan flag , older brother to nessa , resembles drew starkey.
๐๐ท๐ด๐พ๐ณ๐พ๐๐ด " ๐๐ด๐ณ๐ณ๐ " ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ธ๐ โฉ ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. mid to late twenties , race engineer for oracle red bull racing formula one team , resembles archie renaux.
๐ด๐ฌ๐น๐ช๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฌ๐บ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ด๐๐๐ฐ " ๐ฝ๐ด๐๐๐ฐ " ๐ผ๐ด๐๐ฒ๐ธ๐ด๐ โฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. early to late twenties , f1 driver for mercedes forumla one team , competes under the monacan flag , little sister to damien , resembles madelyn cline.
๐ฒ๐พ๐ฝ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐พ๐ป๐ฐ๐๐พ๐ โฉ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐. mid to late twenties , mechanic for mercedes forumla one team , resembles emilio sakraya.
๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐จ๐น๐ฌ๐ต.
๐ฒ๐พ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐ด๐ป๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐๐ โฉ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐ธ ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐. early twenties , f1 driver for mclaren formula one team , competes under the japanese flag , older brother to hazel , resembles sean kaufman.
๐ด๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ธ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ธ๐ โฉ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐๐. early twenties , race engineer for mclaren formula one team , resembles maia reficco.
๐ฉ๐พ๐ป ๐จ๐ณ๐ท๐ฐ๐ต๐ฌ.
๐ธ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ท " ๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ธ๐ด " ๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ด๐ป๐ป โฉ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ก. early twenties , f1 driver for bwt alpine formula one team , competes under the australian flag , resembles thomas weatherall.
๐น๐ฉ.
๐ป๐พ๐๐ด๐ฝ๐๐พ " ๐ด๐ฝ๐๐พ " ๐บ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ถ๐ท๐ โฉ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐โ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐. mid to late twenties , f1 driver for racing bulls formula one team , competes under the australian flag , resembles jacob elordi.
๐จ๐บ๐ป๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐จ๐น๐ป๐ฐ๐ต.
๐ฝ๐ฐ๐๐ท๐ฐ๐ฝ ๐ต๐ธ๐๐๐ถ๐ด๐๐ฐ๐ป๐ณ โฉ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ. mid to late twenties , f1 driver for aston martin formula one team , competes under the british flag , resembles michael evans behling.
๐บ๐ฐ๐๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ณ โฉ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐. early twenties , f1 driver for williams racing formula one team , competes under the british flag , resembles savannah lee smith.
๐ด๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ๐จ.
๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ป๐ป๐พ๐๐ฐ๐ โฉ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ . early twenties , social media influencer & sports journalist , resembles daniella perkins.
๐๐ด๐๐๐พ๐ฝ " ๐๐ด๐๐ " ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ด๐๐ โฉ he / him , early to mid twenties , co owner of an e - sports team & development driver for mclaren formula 1 team , resembles christopher briney.
๐๐ด๐ผ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐พ๐ฝ " ๐๐ด๐ผ๐ธ " ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐๐บ๐ด โฉ he / him , early twenties , apparel designer & content planner & occasional twitch streamer, resembles jonathan daviss.
๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ป๐พ๐๐ด๐ โฉ they / she , mid twenties , twitch streamer & motocross racer , resembles lizeth selene.
๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐๐ธ๐ด๐ป ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐๐ฑ๐ธ๐ด๐๐ธ โฉ he / him , mid twenties , twitch streamer & occasional drug dealer , resembles michael cimino.
๐ต๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฝ ๐๐ด๐ฑ๐ด๐ โฉ he / him , mid twenties , olympic gold medalist skateboarder , resembles rudy pankow.
๐ณ๐พ๐๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฝ ๐๐ด๐ฑ๐ด๐ โฉ he / him , late twenties , motogp racer , resembles harris dickinson.
๐๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ด๐ ๐๐ด๐ฑ๐ด๐ โฉ he / him , early thirties , personal trainer & occasional adult entertainment creator , resembles matthew noszka.
๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐ป๐๐ด๐ โฉ he / him , early thirties , retired f1 driver & socialite & occasional tv pundit , resembles aaron taylor-johnson.
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ท๐ฐ๐๐๐ท๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ด โฉ he / him , mid thirties , retired f1 driver & ranch owner , resembles glenn powell.
๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ณ๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ โฉ she / her , early thirties , retired f1 driver & socialite & athletic coach , resembles laura harrier.
๐ผ๐ด๐๐๐ด๐ผ ๐ฒฬง๐ด๐ ๐ธ๐บ โฉ she / her , mid twenties , public relations manager , resembles rabia soytรผrk.
hi , hello my loves ! ok so obviously i needed a little bit of a break from this account. i had a good break from work and i used it to sort of entirely reset and change my mindset about a few things. i am in a much better place than i was so three cheers for that. when re - evaluating what i wanted to do with this account and my other one that never really got off the ground in the way i wanted it to , i came to the conclusion that i still love these accounts and have sooo much muse for them both. that being said , i felt very overwhelmed and i didn't really know where to start when it came to coming back to this account. so here's what i'm envisioning to make lottie's ultimate comeback to the indie scene over the next few weeks. if it doesn't look exactly like this , i apologize , i'm trying to go with the flow a bit more.
responding to everything i currently have in my drafts. honestly , this one is for me. it'll make me feel more accomplished and i think it'll help me get back into the writing flow. if i respond to something and you want to drop it / have already dropped it as it has been hella long , no worries ! again , this one is more for me so there's no pressure. i'm always happy to chat about new threads in messages though so if you're interested in starting up new things , i am more than interested :)
writing starters / responding to open starters in the tags / making a reverse starter call. i want to sort of feel out my muses again and i feel like this will be a good way for me to do so.
adding / reducing muses. i don't know which ones i'll revamp or which ones i'll remove or which ones i'll add at the moment , i just want to be more mindful of the muses and plots that bring me joy as well as muses and plots that may not anymore and i think my first two steps will be helpful in me figuring that out.
ok , that's it. this is more of a to do list for myself to hold me accountable and to remind myself that i can take my time with all of this. but if you've remained mutuals with me throughout my unexpected loooong hiatus and still want to write with me , thank you very much for sticking it out with me and i love you v v much !
i promise i am still here !! just very , very slow for the time being. i said that i wasnโt going on hiatus or anything but work has been horror so itโs sort of functioned like a hiatus. will be back and getting to messages and replies and everything very soon. iโm coming up on a break from work soon and so i will be here to bother all of my mutuals in a few weeks time. love you all and tysm for your patience with me in getting to my replies. i promise it wonโt always be like this but no worries if you decide to drop anything you see me replying to late <333
not exactly a strong start for whoever this guy was but still enough that he didn't like it. "aha, right. sure... though, i have enjoyed kissing people i haven't liked before... but as long as you're having a good idea, can't be that must of a waste can it?"
nose scrunched and head shook at his claim. โ name one person youโve enjoyed kissing who you didnโt like , โ asked as if she didnโt believe him. โ irregardless of whether it's a waste , you never answered me. whatโs it to you even if i am wasting my time with him. itโs not like you care , right ? โ
"it is one of my favourite pastimes. even with how often i have to do it... it never really gets old." she shrugged, smirk playing on her lips and stepping closer and pulling up a chair in front of him. ezra leaned in, hands picking up the cloth and started to clean the wound on his cheek with a surprisingly gentle touch. "anywhere else bothering you? you took a lot of hits tonight and since you have the pleasure of my company now, you may as well take advantage."
he was always wary of people getting too close. a reason for why he winced regardless of the soft touch when she pressed the cloth to his skin. โ pleasure of your company is a bit of a stretch , donโt you think ? more like torture , โ he countered. โ my ribs , โ his voice practical a grumble , reluctantly showing her the bruise forming on his side , littered with open wounds. โ think the fucker scratched me or some shit. โ
he had a point, she thought. her eyes flickered between his and the rest of his facial features as he leaned closer to her. "you're right, though. he can't fight for shit." the person she had been dating was all part of a publicity stuntโa rising actor and a hopeful musician was always a story for the ages, her manager programmed into her mind. the conversations she had with the actor were like she was talking to a cardboard wall. maybe that's why he had been so easily forgotten in their conversation. "if it were up to me, i'd be ditching him."
โ why isn't it up to you ? you're a big girl , you can make your own decisions , can't you ? โ the question was half taunt , half curious. obviously he wouldnโt want his girl ditching him at some party. then again , he also wouldn't leave his girl alone in a corner for some loser to hit on her. but she made it seem like some sort of chore to have to be here with him , like she was babysitting him. โ i think you should ditch him anyway. iโd help you make a run for it , itโs not like i have much reason to be here anyway. โ
his heart's found a new rhythm at nathan's words. or maybe it's found an old one. knowing they're still thought of by nathan โ let alone wanted, loved โ it's a welcome sensation and overwhelms them. he feels nathan's heart under his palm, that beautiful heart he adores so much. his body aches knowing how much he's missed it. "nate... you sure you want me?" wren's almost afraid to blink and find it's all a dream. their free hand's cradling the other's jaw, their voice somehow softer now, confessional. "i don't know if i'm even the same person that left before. i might disappoint you."
an exhale filled with too many emotions : relief , apprehension. all because he wanted wren to stay this time , to fight for this the way he was prepared to. โ iโve never been more sure of anything. itโs always been you. everything else in between has just been a placeholder. โ nothing felt like this. no matter how difficult it got , whatever conversations that still needed to be had , that was the truest thing heโd said. and it would remain the truest thing he felt for however long wren wanted him back. โ i donโt care if youโve changed , maybe i have too , maybe itโll make us better. โ
the annoying logical part of january's brain is telling her that they should stop --- that vaughn wants far different things than she could give to him , than she could risk but it's so hard to stay away from him . her cheeks heat and she pushes back that embarrassment as her hands slide up his chest until they dip into his hair --- cradling his face as they do the very thing she's stayed up late at night dreaming about for weeks : kiss . it could have been so easy to ignore that urge pulling her towards him over and over again but it really wasn't , if anything it only grew harder over time until he was all she could think about when her brain became too clouded . pressed between him and the wall , her breath hitches in her throat as she tries to catch her breath --- internally sighing that he needs an answer from her just now . now , was a bad time . " vaughn . . . please . " she felt it too , it was almost undeniable but she didn't want to talk --- that was the last thing on her mind .
his method is a gentle coercion. and maybe he knows better , that he should let her answer this question with a clear head once she's had time to think everything through properly , when his lips weren't currently on hers. but he would let her answer it again and again until she could admit it to herself. something in him told him that he was going to get her to admit it to herself multiple times over. but , there was something about this moment now. he wanted to hear her say it , and he knew that she'd fight against it. she tended to fight against him at every turn -- the push and pull of their interactions up until this point had been him pulling and her pushing. but he knew there was something more here. and if he could just get her to say the words , get comfortable with hearing them back in her own ears , maybe they wouldn't be as scary later on. hands dipped from her waist to her lower back , pulling her body closer to his as his lips brushed hers again. โ just once ? โ he asked again , a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck.
though that was a fair question, it still ended up with georgiana blinking back at her with shocked bambi eyes. "well... no..." she chuckled awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed that she'd brought him up. paloma was just so intimidating, confident in all the ways she felt like she couldn't be now that she was so out of place. shyly, she glanced down at herself, letting out a chuckle. "i mean, it's not like i don't like the outfit, it's just different for me." she said as she moved to do as she was told, eyes fluttering shut before opening again swiftly. "are you sure it isn't too much?"
couldn't help the smile on their face. โ well good , because that would suck for me , โ they teased. prepared to brush the liquid eyeliner before doe eyes opened again. โ pinky promise , โ she spoke softer now , holding out her pinky. โ seriously , i think you look really fucking good. no one's gonna be able to keep their eyes off you tonight , i know i won't. โ gently , they pushed at her shoulders to get her to lay back on their bed. legs placed on either side of her thighs , paloma leaned over her body to have a better position to put the eyeliner on. โ just trust me , okay ? โ
against her will, her gaze lingered on his hands and the way he buried them deep in his pocket, like if she couldn't see the ring, maybe it wouldn't sting the same way it did in the back of her throat. but she had already seen it, felt the quiet, persistent ache weave itself into her ribs, sinking back in like it had never left. the same one she had spent months trying to forget. marisol should've known better than to let herself sit across from him and pretend that this didnโt feel as though they were standing in the ruins of something they had both let fall apart. but then he was asking her to stay, voice treading carefully, like he thought she might bolt at any second. she shouldn't. she shouldnโt. but her body was betraying her before her mind could catch up. "okay," mari breathed, the word fleeing her lips before she could stop it. maybe she was a masochist or just weak when it came to him, but she found herself sitting across from vaughn before she could talk herself out of it. her eyes drifted towards their old table for a moment, before tearing her gaze away. ghosts lived there now. "so," she started, fingers twisting lightly in her lap, "how have you been?"
the agreement came as a shock to him. he'd hoped that she would let him be selfish for a moment and take up a bit of her time , told himself he just needed a few moments -- a few moments alone with her and things would be fine , they would be fine. but as he slipped into the seat across from her , watching the way her hands disappeared under the table despite knowing intuitively that she was wringing them together , he wondered if maybe he should have let her bolt rather than put her in this uncomfortable situation. he used his right hand , leaving his left under the table , to gently slide his mug towards her. โ here , you can have this one if you want , โ it was an offer based solely on the fact that it was her order. heโd been drinking her order since theyโd stopped coming here together , something about it made him feel like she was still here with him. โ i've been better , โ he decides to be honest in response to her question. she knew him so well that she'd probably be able to see right through him. โ how have you been ? you seem . . . good. โ the small talk burned the back of his throat. he had so much more to say , just not knowing where or how to start.
engines roared from somewhere on the track in the distance, the steady rhythm carrying on even though his part of the day was done. but his pulse ? it hadn't settled yet. not from the speed, not from the rush of being in the car. and sure as hell not now, not when she was looking at him from her spot up on the pitwall, hand on her hip like she wasnโt currently stuck. his eyes trailed over her, taking in the way she tried to play it cool despite the clear predicament she'd gotten herself into. a slow grin pulled at his lips, nodding. " yup, got it, " already stepping forward without thinking. he positioned himself in front of her, glancing up as he reached out. " alright, c'mere. just โ yeah, like that. " how did she even get up there in the first place ? his hands found her waist, firm but careful, and the second he had a found that solid grip, he lifted her down with ease. she barely weighed anything, and yet, it was like something could knock him flat if he let it. that something ? probably the realization of just how close she was, how for a second, their faces weren't actually all that far apart. too close, nope. a swallow, jaw clenching just slightly before forcing himself to take a step back. not missing but a half a beat in the process. " and why exactly are you up on the wall again ? " words teased, tilting his head as he crossed his arms. an attempt to put some kind of wall between them after all of โ that. " maybe let's not get up places where weโre gonna be stuck without me, hm ? " though he didn't mind actually being useful to her ever. why else did he end up agreeing to the countless ridiculous social media requests ?
taking a deep breath , hazel leaned down so she could reach for his shoulders. couldnโt help the slight hitch in her breath at the way he spoke to her , a soft โ thanks , โ came readily after both feet were on the ground. even if she didnโt fully notice it herself , she was looking at him like he hung the moon just for her despite only helping in a small way. โ of course , next time iโll wait for you so we can get stuck together , โ she teased. to answer his initial question she excitedly pulled her phone out. โ i was up there to get this , come look. โ body draws near to him again like she canโt help herself , turning so her back was almost against his chest to allow him to see her phone over her shoulder without the glare from the sun. whatever distance he was putting between them , she hadn't quite read the social cue yet. showing him the video she took from up on the pit wall , steady hands captured one of the his laps ; the sound of the car , the sun low in the background lighting up the track and the visual effect of a red streak his car seemed to leave given how fast he was driving. โ super pretty and i have a specific idea for a tiktok. i wanna isolate the sound and . . . โ just before she started rambling , she pulled her phone close to her chest and turned to face him. โ you donโt care , sorry. itโll be cool , โ she shook her head in embarrassment. โ as for the work i have for you , iโm thinking a little paddock tour first and iโll shoot questions at you as youโre going through everything ? and then there are a couple of trends i want to do with you and antoine so we can film your parts now and iโll do his later and cut them together. โ
for all the noise of the paddock, all the moving parts demanding his attention, it was her that threw him off balance. " I wouldn't mind cuffin' you if you're into that. " what the fuck, the words slipped out before he could stop them, impulse overriding common sense, and his brain immediately drawing a blank. great, he was doing great here. first test and he was already failing. her voice was all mockery, taunts rolling off her tongue with an ease that should've annoyed him more than it did. but then she threw in the french, and that โ yeah, he had no fucking clue what she was saying half ( all ) the time, but it didn't matter because did something to him. eye roll. immediate. forced. he had to ground himself somehow, get back on track before she could take the upper hand. because he knew she'd happily take it. " better things, huh ? " a smirk curled slow, lazy, covering whatever the hell was happening in his head. " like preparing yourself for another year behind ferrari ? I get it โ must be hard ya. " even as he spoke, her hand was still on him. trailing, lingering, distracting. his eyes locked onto hers, forcing himself to focus just to keep his thoughts from going somewhere they had no business being. " yeah, somethinโ like that. " the southern accent slipped heavier. " donโt touch shit, you know itโs expensive. " his hand shot out, swiping whatever sheโd grabbed before she could do something stupid with it. half the stuff in that garage he didn't even know what they were for. he knew cars, sure, inside and out. but these things were a whole different breed. was he qualified to be there ? probably not. benji definitely shoved him into his place but he was quick and he knew practical shit that ended up coming in handy a lot more than these posh guys probably cared to admit. " what do you want anyway ? if it's not for me, whatever could you be doing ? "
usually good at anticipating what someone was going to say next , media training kicking in even in casual conversation , nothing could have prepared her for that. she schooled her expression into something blasรฉ , though she had a dead giveaway that she was surprised by his words -- the fluttering of her eyelashes as she blinked two , three , four times. and it wasnโt necessarily shock that he would cuff her if she wanted , just that heโd admit it. โ of course you wouldnโt mind. you and the rest of the world , so i think youโll have to get in line for that. โ there. that had to have gotten them back on track. his eye roll was a welcome reprieve from the tension , the taunting even more so. she met his commentary with a fake yawn. โ more like preparing to crush ferrari. waiting for the sweet , sweet sight of leaving your boy benji behind in the dust. because i am faster than him. โ a shiver at his accent , something about the thickness of it reminding her of the night she wasn't supposed to think about anymore. happy to not be touching him for a moment , she laughed at how quickly the item left her hands. โ ooh someoneโs touchy today. โ he was always touchy , like a fire that lit up within him every time she pushed a few buttons. somehow he managed to catch off guard yet again , as if she would have been able to get in and get out without an excuse other than the real one. instead , she was forced to make something up on the fly. โ iโm looking for someone. my engineer said that he needed me to sweet talk one of the ferrari guys and grab something from him. at first i was a little offended , but then i realized that no one really does sweet talking like me . . . except maybe you , โ another tease. a short trip over to the mechanic helmets that hung on the wall. she plucked one off , putting it over her head and turning to look at him. โ how hot do i look right now ? โ
the heat was intense but it might as well have disappeared entirely when she was close enough to see him grin. all sweaty, just out of the car, and somehow looking more than fine. unfair, really. she barely registered his warning before shaking her head, dismissing it with a soft laugh. " it's fine. " understatement of the year. still buzzing, she let the energy tumble out of her, talking too fast, too much, but unable to stop. " boring ? no way, some guy in the garage โ giovanni ? giacomo ? something like that โ was going on and on about the car looking good, and well, you looking great. he was explaining things, I tried to keep up. " in the bit of time that she had in the world, she had certainly picked up a lot, but there was a lot to cover. she pressed her lips together like that would help keep her thoughts from spilling out that easily. then the excitement wavered for just a second, realization settling over her. she had been so caught up in it all, that it hadnโt really hit her until the last few laps โ when there were a few more drivers on the track. it was a race, she knew that but for some reason it hadn't fully registered that they were all going to be on the track at once. for some reason before today, she had landed on the assumption that they'd all just register a time, the best one won. " I mean, I knew it was fast, obviously, but seeing it ? I can't believe it's going to be everyone at once. " the worry barely lingered before she was shaking it off, energy rebounding, already moving on. his thumb swiped across her temple, and the touch instinctively sent even more of a smile over her features. it was nothing. or it was supposed to be ? but was he acting it up ? was she ? it shouldnโt have felt like anything. it definitely shouldnโt have made her stomach flip. " you need like, water or anything ? " fingers curling lightly around his wrist โ grounding herself more than anything. orbs wondering towards the garage to, truthfully, just distract herself.
heโd never had that before , the way she brushed off him being sweaty like it was nothing. his exes never really saw it like that. her excitement was infectious , smile widening as he listened to her tell him about trying to figure everything out. for some reason , he didnโt think she would be this invested. given her acting career , she must have seen a million cool things , but she acted as if this kind of excitement and adrenaline rush was new to her. he made a mental note to tell his team to schedule him a hot lap with her , he figured it would be a nice surprise date. โ if you have any more questions you can always ask me. i canโt talk you through it while iโm in the car but iโm all yours until debriefing after jaceโs run. and then iโm yours again afterwards. โ was he really slightly jealous of the team personnel who got to talk her through his laps ? maybe. but then there was something in her eyes that he would have missed had she not captured every ounce of his attention. โ are you worried about me ? โ grin turning into a full blown chuckle. โ already attached to me ? weโve only been together a few weeks , โ he teased before offering quick reassurance , โ promise iโll be safe. โ heโd had his fair share of minor crashes , but luckily never a big one , and he didnโt think one would happen anytime in the near future. before he knew it though , she was back , out of the clouds of whatever emotion had interrupted her happiness. sheโd initiated the touching and wasnโt pulling away from his , not that she really could with the amount of eyes ( and cameras ) on them at that very moment. but the feeling of delicate fingers around his wrist clouded his mind , train of thought drifting. โ hmm ? water ? โ he asked dumbly , head shaking to forcibly clear it. โ yeah , let's do it. we can get you something too if youโre hungry or thirsty ? โ his hand lowered though he didnโt let go of hers , taking her hand in his and entwining their fingers to lead her in the direction of hospitality.
little life update : alright friends that is all of the replies in my queue that i worked on throughout the week. i will hopefully have more coming out next weekend but i have recently been informed ( by my place of employment , booo ) that i will be working throughout the week and during weekends until mid - april. i wouldn't necessarily say i'm going on a hiatus or anything but i will say that this blog will be limited to low activity and slow replies until my schedule clears up. for the next little bit , i'm gonna try to get through as much as i can throughout the week and then release my queue on the weekends. but never hesitate to message me / send me plotting / inspo stuff , i love hearing from mutuals more than anything. anyway , until next weekend <333
โit would be insulting if i thought of you as a fool and chose to lie. which isnโt the case. and what is it? that you think.โ she is surprised by the reach of his hand on her wrist, allowing it to show on her facial expression, but not hesitating for a second before following his lead. โactually, you are going somewhere. don't you have a press conference or something like that to attend? it's not because you're retired that people have stopped thinking about you, you know... i know you've got your obligations.โ
a half smile fit itself on his face. โ i meant longer term , darlin'. โ he emphasized. โ and i don't have to go if you want me to stay. โ he hated social outings. he'd distanced himself from everything surrounding his former career all for the sole purpose of focusing on a quiet life. but they did call him up for certain commitments a few times a year , and each time he acted like they were asking him to attend his execution. โ i'm sure they'd understand if i told them i was otherwise occupied by a beautiful woman. โ
