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Day 31: FUCKING TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME ⭒ Oscar Piastri + Lando Norris

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Characters: Oscar x Lando x fem!reader

Kinktober prompt: Double penetration

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Warnings: NSFW 18+, they're all in a relationship, ok this is ALOT, I might miss some stuff, unprotected sex, multiple rounds and orgasms to the point I lost count and still kept going, oral (male and female receiving), blowjobs, 69, shower sex, squirting, fucking the same hole, reader wears lingerie, dom!oscar, fingering, fucking standing up, cum eating, dirty talk, they just don't stop, morning sex, face sitting, face fucking, nipple play

Yours Truly: Happy Halloween (to those who celebrate) and happy final day of Kinktober I can't believe this is it😭😭😭. I feel like the month went by fast no? Anyway here's my final piece Enjoy!💗💗💗

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Vegas, Baby (I Wanna Ride) ♥️

Max Verstappen x Friend!Reader

welcome to vegas baby, give me money, give me diamonds, give me rubies baby (get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me)

Tonight's a big night for the Redbull team in Las Vegas. Max Verstappen just won his 4th WDC, and you, his good friend, just won your first F2 race. After months of rising sexual tension, the line between you and Max starts blurring during a wild Vegas afterparty. Nothing beats crowning a 4th championship than passionate celebration sex, right?

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom! Max, sub! Reader who’s playing mind games to seduce him, size kink, praise kink, cream pie, morally dubious relationship status but no cheating, drunk passionate sex with max post WDC is literally the epitome of my dreams, 5.3k WC

Max! The blonde Dutchman’s concentration shifts from one of the many post Las Vegas Grand Prix interviews he’s been coerced into to hear your familiar voice excitedly calling for him. His cute smile turns into an even more gorgeous grin as he spots you making a beeline across the media pen, long curls flying behind you. The cameras rapidly start stuttering as you practically leap into Max’s arms when he tightly hugs you back, lifting you up off the ground easily. Congratulations, Maxie! you gush excitedly, beaming up at him with genuine emotion. I’m so happy for you, you deserve this win so much!

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lust is a loaded hand gun

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, ferrari!reader, baby fever, seduction, cowgirl position, alcohol/drinking, breeding, the reader wants to have a baby and chooses to have it with max, max is not aware

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part 2: love is a kick to the stomach

this sounded stupid. but you wanted a baby. and while that was an easy task for most women, you knew that there was something impersonal about picking from a catalogue. reading profiles felt weird, like you were looking for a used car rather than the biological other half of your child. even if you'd raise them without a father, you'd rather have a night of passion than an awkward doctor's visit.

charles leaned back in his seat and asked, "why don't you and i just make one." he shrugged his shoulders. he considered himself close to you. you had been teammates for a little over two seasons and prior to that you knew each other. he didn't mind being the one to help you bring a child into the world, "i can be his uncle and he'd never know."

but, as close as you were to your teammate. you had other drivers in mind.

Danger Zone - Bob Floyd X Fem! Retired F1 Driver

Pairing: Bob Floyd X Fem!Retired F1 Driver

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff!

Summary: You've kept this part of your life held close to your chest for years, it doesn't matter that millions of people watched you live on TV. But when Bob Floyd wiggles his way into your secluded life, you realize that he deserves to know, and his reaction only makes you wish you would've told him sooner.

Based off this ask: here!

Warnings: Readers a bit of an over-thinker at times, mentions of F1 crash, illusions that reader has been used for being a driver in the past, mentions of reporters being assholes, no description of reader, no use of Y/N. Mentions of doctors, hospitals, bruises, etc, Mentions of reader having a scar across their forearm and wrist from the crash. Reader used to drive for Haas (yes, that deserves it's own warning.)

Notes: Thank you anon who requested this!! I hope I made it fluffy enough with all the world building I had going on here lol. I absolutely loved this request and am so happy that I got to write it. I had so much fun with this as it felt like my two worlds colliding. I hope I did the request justice :)

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Lights out!

jannik sinner x f1 alpine driver!reader

summary: you are the only female driver in the grid. on race day, you happen to cross paths with a certain red headed tennis player.

a/n: my first fic! english isn't my first language so apologies in advance if i made any errors. also, i tried my best to be non-f1 fan friendly haha

Am I a yn fan or a cillian fan?

(Fem!driver!reader x cillian murphy)

N.B: just a little something for fun cause I'm in love with cillian murphy, hope you like it!! WARNING: not proof read, the word cunt, if I missed anything else please let me know!

Faceclaim: Angelina Jolie

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From the pitline to Hollywood (pt.3) | drew starkey

Warnings: misogynistic comments.

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It’s one of those perfect late afternoons, the kind where everything feels like it’s humming gently beneath your skin. Your shared place with Drew is cozy, warm-toned, minimalist but full of life — photos on the fridge, mugs drying by the sink, the faint scent of lavender from a candle still glowing in the corner. You needed this moment of peace without races, without commitments, just your home with him.

You’re barefoot, standing in front of the open fridge in a loose hoodie and leggings. Grocery bags sit half-unpacked on the counter beside you. You hum a little under your breath as you work — something soft, tuneless, natural. The kind of sound you only make when you’re at peace.

You don’t hear him come up behind you... You’re reaching up to place a carton of juice on the top shelf when — His arms wrap around your waist from behind.

You gasp softly, breath catching in your throat, the chill of the fridge contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body pressing into your back. You freeze just for a second — not out of fear, but out of the jolt of something so tender happening so suddenly.

“Drew…” you gasped quietly.

He murmured into your hair. “Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms tighten around your middle, not possessive — just present. You can feel the steady beat of his heart against your back. He smells like the outdoors and laundry detergent and him.

“You didn’t scare me. Just… caught me off guard.”

You close the fridge door gently, now holding the juice carton against your chest as you lean into his embrace.

“Mhm, you’re warm.” you whispered.

“And you’re always cold, so I consider it my personal duty to fix that.” he whispered back.

You glance over your shoulder at him. He’s got that lopsided grin — the one that shows he’s been watching you longer than he probably should’ve. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You looked cute in the store, all serious with the shopping list. Tapping the avocado like it owed you money.” he giggled.

You chuckled. “It wasn’t ripe, you know.”

“You were muttering to yourself, I was smitten.” he says softly.

You shake your head, trying not to smile as he presses a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. You sink a little deeper into his arms and your voice softens.

“We’ve had such a loud couple of weeks and I didn’t realize how much I missed this.” you whispered softly.

He nodded against your neck. “I know, the world moves fast around you. Always chasing headlines, the next lap, the next record.” He pauses, then presses another kiss to your shoulder. “But when we’re home... I just want to slow you down, to let you breathe.”

“You always know when I need that, even when I don’t.” you murmured.

He moves one hand up to your ribs, fingers spreading there, not groping, just holding, grounding you. He sways you both gently in place like there's music playing that only he can hear.

“You think you’ve built a wall, baby girl. But I see right through it.” he whispered softly.

Your heart stutters because you know he’s not wrong. “I’ve never really let anyone in like this.”

“You don’t have to let anyone else, just me. And that’s all I’ll ever ask.” he says softly.

A quiet beat passes and you set the juice down and turn around in his arms, facing him now. He looks down at you like he’s memorizing something, like he’s etching every detail into his bones.

You reach up, fingertips brushing his jaw, then resting against his cheek. “You know, I used to think the only place I felt in control was the car, on the track.”

“And now?” he asks.

“Now I think… it’s wherever you are.”

He swallows visibly, his voice drops to a whisper. “You’re gonna make me say something stupid if you keep talking like that.”

“Like what?” you asked him.

“Like… I’d build a life around that feeling.”

You lean in and kiss him — slow and deep, like there’s no deadline, no pressure, no end to this moment. His hands cup your face now, soft and gently, and your hands slide into the hair at the back of his neck. When you pull away, foreheads resting together, you’re both breathless.

“God, I missed you when we were traveling. All that press, the flashing lights… I just wanted this... You, pajamas and a half-unpacked grocery bag.” he whispered.

You smiled. “Well, you're in luck! Because I bought your favorite ice cream... And I think you’re stuck with me now.” you whispered back to him.

He smirks. “Best pit stop I’ve ever made.”

You smack his chest lightly, laughing, but then your hand rests there, flat against his heart.

“God, I love you, you know.” you say softly.

He freezes just for a second — not in shock, but in reverence. Like he’s been waiting for it.

“I know, and I love you more than I probably should... More than I thought I could. More than all the names I call you combined, even Honey.” he says.

You smirked. “I thought we agreed that one was retired.” you giggle. “You're terrible with nicknames!”

“Too late, it’s engraved on my heart.” he laughs softly. “Honestly, I'm just testing the waters with nicknames, I have to find the perfect nickname for you.” he winked and you rolled your eyes playfully.

And somewhere in that kitchen, half the groceries still sitting out, you both start dancing slowly to the music of nothing. Just because you can, just because the world is finally quiet, and he’s finally home. And so are you.

***

The race weekend had been electric, you had fought like hell around the Hungaroring before the anticipated summer break... Smart tire strategy, calculated overtakes, tire degradation be damned. You crossed the line in P2, it's not a win, but it felt like one — especially after a grueling stretch of double-headers. You pulled into parc fermé with fire in your eyes, waved to the crowd, and felt your heartbeat settle just enough to breathe.

But that high? It didn’t last long...

This was supposed to be a cool-down. A controlled space during the last conference of the weekend. Just you and a handful of handpicked journalists, the ones who were supposed to know better... But one didn’t.

You were sitting beside Max, who ended in P1 and Charles, who ended in P3, both of them are relaxed, sipping water, answering questions about tire wear and understeer. And then—

A mid 40 old sky sports journalist asked a question toward you. “Y/n, some say your driving style is a bit too aggressive — emotionally reactive, even. Do you think being a woman influences the way you make decisions on track? Or is that just part of the charm?”

You freeze, his tone is laced with something oily, his smirk worse than the words themselves. Before you can even fully absorb the question, he added something else:

“And given your… now visibility off-track lately, do you feel like your personal life is becoming a distraction from your racing?”

The room stills. A few gasps, a cleared throat. The moderator stumbles over words, but you raise a hand.

“I’m sorry, are you implying that my gender makes me incapable of rational thought at 300 kilometers per hour?” you say with your usual icy-calm.

He smirked. “No, no — just that emotions run high in high-pressure moments and it’s known that—”

You interrupted him. “—known by who? Men who’ve never had to defend their presence in the sport every time they sit in a car?”

The moderator tries to cut in, you push the mic slightly away. The air in the room is thin.

“If I was a man, you’d call it passion, instinct. You’d be asking about my racing line in Turn 7, not about my boyfriend or my smile.” you spoke with some rage underneath.

Max and Charles stayed quiet — not in disagreement with your statement, but in stunned discomfort. You let that silence hang.

“If you want a headline, print this: I am a driver first. Everything else is background noise... And frankly? You can keep your charm comments to yourself.”

The moderator ends the press conference soon after and no one makes eye contact with the journalist again.

You entered the Mercedes hospitality, walking fast, jaw tight. You rip the zipper of your race suit halfway down to breathe, fire boiling in your chest. The moment the door of your driver room closes behind you, you pull your fireproof mesh off and toss it onto the couch... Your hands are shaking.

Everything feels tight — your chest, your throat, your skin. The adrenaline has nowhere to go.

One of the media liaisons opened your door and opened their mouth to say something, but one look at your eyes, and they back off, closing the door again. You storm toward the back — a quieter corner with tinted windows. You brace your hands on the counter, head down, your reflection in the glass looks furious and exhausted.

“Why do I even try?” you whispered shakily.

You hear the door creak open again, softer this time.

“Hey.”

You don’t turn around, not necessarily, it's Drew. He approaches anyway, slow, measured. He knows that look — shoulders tense, the way you’re blinking too much to keep tears at bay.

He stops just behind you, not touching, but waiting. “I saw the clip. You handled it better than I would have. I’d be banned from every paddock in Europe if I’d been in that room.” he says softly.

“I’m so tired, Drew. Of having to smile through it, of proving myself every damn weekend, and then still being reduced to some… some girlfriend in a suit with a “charming” driving style.” you say with a tight voice.

He steps closer now, gently placing a hand on your back. You exhale sharply, but don’t move away.

“I just finished second, second! That's still huge considering I've only won one race this season! And all anyone wants to talk about is my boyfriend or my attitude. Not my tire strategy, not my split-second overtake, not the hundreds of hours I put in.”

Your voice cracks and he pulls you into him, one hand cradling the back of your head as your forehead presses to his chest. You clutch his shirt like it’s the only thing holding you upright.

He speaks slow. “Let it out, baby. You don’t have to hold it in with me, 'right?”

You cry silently — not sobs, just tight, frustrated tears. The kind that burn more than they fall, the kind that come from years of biting your tongue. His hands never leave you, grounding you, his cheek rests on top of your head.

“I’m not weak for being upset, right?” you say, your voice muffled.

“Hell no! You’re human, and you’re strong as hell for still showing up after all of this.” he sighed. “I wish they saw what I see.” he says.

Your curiosity piqued. “What do you see?”

He pulls back enough to look at you — thumb brushing the tear track from your cheek.

“I see the woman who overtook two world champions in a single lap earlier this afternoon... Who reads telemetry like it’s poetry, who fights harder than anyone I’ve ever met... And yet, she still finds room in that big, bruised heart of hers to let me in.”

You speak softly. “Even when I’m like this?”

“Oh, especially when you’re like this.” he kisses your forehead, a long, grounding kiss. “They don’t deserve your softness, but I do. So give it to me, just for a little while.”

You nod slowly, arms circling his waist. Breathing deeply into him now, his presence is like a balm to your soul.

You sit side-by-side on the small couch now, his arm is around your shoulders. There’s a cup of tea between your hands and you sip it slowly.

You’re quieter now, yeah, you still angry, but... you're no longer alone.

“Thank you... For being here, you know? For not trying to fix it — just… being here.” you say softly and shyly.

He gives you a lopsided smile. “Always! You don’t have to earn peace with me, you just get it.”

And in that quiet corner, away from the noise and the politics, the questions and the headlines, you remember that even in a world built to test your strength — you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.

***

The view looks like it was painted just for you. A hidden villa carved into a hillside in the South of Italy — rustic stone walls, blooming bougainvillea wrapping around columns, a patio shaded by billowing white curtains. It’s quiet except for the soft crash of the waves down below.

You’re wrapped in a breezy linen robe, legs tucked up under you on a lounge chair, sunglasses low on your nose, a cold glass of peach juice in your hand. You haven’t checked your phone in hours — and that’s on purpose.

Your skin is sun-warmed, your shoulders finally free of the pressure of race suits, expectations, headlines. You feel like your lungs are expanding fully for the first time in weeks. You deserved this summer break, not so much for the season itself, but for the constant comments about your private life instead of your performance on the track.

“Okay, I found the speaker. You want chill acoustic, lo-fi, or the playlist you made that’s just Harry Styles and sad girl anthems, hm?” he asked.

You tilt your head and smirk toward the open patio door, where Drew stands shirtless in linen pants, holding your little portable speaker like a sacred artifact.

“Let’s go sad girl playlist. I like my happiness with a side of melancholy.” you giggled softly.

He sighs and smiled at you. “Oh god, you’re so weird. I love you.”

He sets the speaker down and hits play. The opening chords of a moody indie song drift through the space, and he walks over to you with two popsicles he found in the tiny freezer.

“Also, I found these… and may be expired... Or Italian, or maybe both.” he chuckles.

“If I die of an expired lemon gelato popsicle, at least I went out happy.” you say smiling at him.

He sits beside you, knees brushing yours. The moment is so domestic it aches, he hands you one, takes a bite of his, then lays back with a sigh.

“You know what I realized yesterday?” he says softly.

“What?”

“That this is the first time I’ve seen you this still, like... really still. Not stretching, not checking lap times in your head, not thinking about tire wear or interviews or which teammate has annoyed you today.”

You turn your head toward him, popsicle halfway to your mouth. He’s gazing at the sky, arms behind his head, a light dusting of freckles along his collarbone.

“I don’t know how to be still, not really. But I’m trying.”

“You’re doing great, you haven’t talked about apexes in, like, two whole days.” he gives you a lopsided grin.

You chuckle, then scoot over and lay your head on his chest. And him, instinctively, wraps an arm around your waist.

You spoke softly. “You know what I also realized?”

“Hit me.”

You sighed. “I forgot how much I need this. Not just the break, you... Being around you feels like... exhaling after holding my breath for an entire season.”

He spoked softly at you. “Then keep breathing, baby. We’ve got weeks of this.”

Later at night, you’re dancing around the kitchen barefoot in one of Drew’s shirts and a pair of shorts, stirring pasta sauce while he slices tomatoes, badly singing along to some mellow playlist. The windows are open, sea breeze drifting in with the scent of garlic and basil.

Your hip bumps his as you pass behind him. He looks over his shoulder.

“Whoa, careful, I might think you’re flirting.” he winked at you.

“Oh no! Heaven forbid I flirt with my own boyfriend in a villa during our own summer break.” you faked a gasped.

He chuckled. “Scandalous.”

He turns and catches you around the waist, sauce spoon still in your hand. He kisses the tip of your nose.

“You’re glowing, you know that? Like... sunlight bottled up.” he whispered softly.

“I think it’s just olive oil and freedom.” you blushed.

“Well, whatever it is, I want to see you like this forever.”

After dinner, you’re both on the terrace. A bottle of wine between you, dessert half-eaten, cicadas singing somewhere in the trees.

You’re in his lap now, head tucked under his chin, your fingers lazily tracing patterns over his chest.

“What happens after this?” you asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“When we go back... You know, cameras, questions, schedules, the pressure, the “charm.” That stuff.” you spoke.

“We take it one moment at a time... The same way we got here, same way we’ll keep getting through it.”

You look up at him, eyes searching. “And you’ll still be there? In my garage? In the corners of my race weekends?”

He smiled widely. “You’re not getting rid of me, babe. I’m your most consistent supporter. I’ve memorized your pit stop times. I’m emotionally invested in your tire compounds.” he joked a bit.

You snort and laugh, laying your head back down.

“God, you’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you love me. Even when I bring you expired Italian popsicles.”

He kisses your temple, your cheek, then your collarbone. You sigh happily, the kind of sigh that says you are so deeply okay.

“Can we never leave?” you sighed.

He chuckled softly. “We’ll leave eventually. But this version of us? It comes with us.”

You close your eyes and let the stars hold you for a while.

And so summer drifts by — not in a blur, but in snapshots. Morning swims in the sea, midday naps tangled in linen sheets, slow kisses, long dinners, quiet smiles, laughter so loud it echoes through the trees. The world pauses just long enough to let you remember who you are when you’re not being everything to everyone.

And in those soft, slow hours — you are his, you are your own. And that? Is everything.

FP2/FP3 - Aussie GP 2019 - Part 5

A new team? With two females? This is unheard of and will most certainly shake things up in F1! Meet Y/n Rose-Ocean and Evelyn Match as they get assigned seats into a new team into the F1, Porsche Royal racing. Y/n holds the number 38 whilst Evelyn holds the number 72. The two are introduced as rookies in the 2019 season, but, their area has been yet to be revealed, it being closed by tarps, and the two girls' identities have also remained a secret. Over time, even though she’s one of the youngest, she soon becomes the “grid aunt” and even “grid older/younger sister” as well.

Warnings for this chapter: None

All photos are from Pinterest!

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Coffee date/night out with friends from a few days ago!

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- y/n_roseocean You as well!

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"It's time once more y/n! Go get 'em, girl!" Ev tells me whilst patting my shoulder and I give her a gracious smile in return, "You as well Ev, you're doing amazing." And with that comment, she chuckles, and responds with, "We both are."

After her final statement, she retreats to her car and hops in and I follow in suit into my own and wait for instructions to drive out. This time round though, Ev gets to go out before me and I have to wait a few more seconds before I get the signal and drive out into the pitlane.

It's just like FP1, but also different in a way that I can't explain.

And it just seems as though this time round, it goes even quicker than the last one. Each turn felt magnetic. The wind blowing subtly. All was great, dreams were coming true. Couldn't get any better!

As soon as I get out of the car once more after pulling into the garage, I quickly jog over to Gavern since he's going to be giving me another run down with what happened during FP1.

--- Both Hamilton and Bottas traded top times

--- Hamilton finished on top

--- Red Bull's drivers were equally matched

--- Kimi Räikkönen, Iceman, went too hot into turn 1 and took a "shortcut" through the grass

--- Other drivers also had difficulty and found the rough were Antonio Giovinazzi, Lance Stroll, and Alexander Albon not once, but twice. As did Sebastian Vettel

--- Vettel had a slower time than Hamilton, but it's believed that this doesn't show the car's full potential

--- Charles Leclerc had a difficult moment as the session came to a close

--- Danny Ric had to sit out, just like his teammate, Hulkenburg, in FP1

I started to zone out as I realised that I had done worse this time round, placing P16, and spotting on the TV that Ev got P13. Something in my stomach sturs seeing that. I really thought that I was quicker, much quicker than that. But, obviously, I wasn't and Ev was.

Knowing that FP3 is coming up (tomorrow), I excuse myself from the conversation with Gav, and just head to hospitality which has one-way glass. That way, me and Ev are able to have our faces out without having to worry about being seen by others outside of the team.

After grabbing some nice leek and potato soup and a side of tofu, I go and take a seat at one of the tables in the far corner and place my food down. Once sitting down, I seem to remember that I still have my full attire on so, I hastily, but smoothly, take off my helmet and then my balaclava. That honestly reminds me of my skiing. Then I take off my gloves and put them inside of my helmet that is on the chair next to me.

As I eat my food, I watch as members of the team walk in and out, in and out, in and out. Some leaving with food like the meat burritos, or a simple chocolate brownie. This gets too boring for me, so, I decide to take out my phone and, once getting it open, I see that my brother, Nolan. Assuming that it's his usual questions like, what should I name this character? Is this enough words for a chapter? Is this too dark?

But, it's the complete opposite.

You see, I had seemed to of forgotten that Nolan was on babysitting duty today for my little angel, River.

N: Hey sis! Doors locked and no one else is answering me, would you be able to unlock it through your phone? It's just that River is with me, and he is very tired...

Y/n: Oh, of course!

And so I quickly disable the locks on the door after checking the cameras to make sure that it is actually him, and I hear the click.

N: Thanks, sis!! Good racing as well! Riv is very impressed with his Momma

I don't respond.

Not because I don't want to, but because a notification pops up from Instagram, alerting me that something has been posted. And! Surprise, surprise, it is from Nolan.

My family knows that I'm fine with them posting my son, so that's fine with me. Cause who wouldn't want to post cute and adorable little River!

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Babysitting duties today! Baby River is adorable! Glad my children could be around as well!!

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After reading all of the comments, both good and bad, but mainly good, I finally get the smile back onto my face. Some are calling me a bad other, (which I've been called years, so I'm used to it), but the majority are really nice.

But then, get a message, a few to be exact actually.

EM: Hey, you alright?

I look up from my phone and look around the hospitality centre and spot Ev near me, but on the opposite side with an eyebrow raised.

Y/n: Yeah, I'm fine... just, stressed, you know?? Miss River as well

EM: You know that you can talk to me, right?

EM: Y/n???

Deciding that I'm going to go on a walk to clear my head, I put my phone on silent, pick up my remaining food, toss that away and walk out. I'll talk to her about this later.

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As y/n leaves, I feel an ache of guilt in my stomach. I know that she knows that I know why she's annoyed. And it's because I did better than her. She's always so competitive. That's what I love about her so much.

This is what she does though, to clear her head, and then she's back to her usual chirpy self. I also know that another reason could be the fact that right now, what we are doing, could make or break history. Big time. And so far, we're around the bottom/mid-section of the grid.

So, this is looking bad for us.

As I take another bite of my cheese omelette, I think back to my family and all of their accomplishments in life, and how they've all, mostly, supported my dreams.

With the window being one-way glass, I am to spy on the drivers that walk by and look curiously at the building whilst also attempting to sneak a peek inside.

Drivers like Charles Leclerc and Sebastian Vettel, Romain Grosjean, and even Lance Stroll, one of y/n's best friends. She did tell me that he figured it out. It was quite the shocking news, to be honest with you.

My phone dings and I see that it's my timer.

Time to head back to the garage and get prepared for FP3.

Even though that race is tomorrow, it's more so the boring stuff now with stats and shit like that.

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Time skip to the next day, back to y/n's pov

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FP3. The final free practice of the first round of free practices. 26°C. But feeling it a whole lot more inside of the car.

The turns start to get familiar and so the the straights and hairpins. And, good news! I'm actually doing really well this time round! P14 again so far this time around, but I'm catching up on the car in front of me.

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Time skip to the end of FP3 cause I'm too tired to write out more 😅

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P12. That's a great position. Much better than the ones before. I'm much happier with this outcome, at least, for now, that is. Ev also finished up in P14 this time which is really good for her.

She and I chatted last night and worked everything out between us, so we're fine now, which is good. I mean, she is one of my closest friends and we're in this together. We stand together as one.

So yeah, P1 for Lewis as well. He's going to be a tough one to beat, that's for sure. Everyone knows that about him. I mean, he's the Lewis Hamilton.

I finished just below Hulkenberg and just above Giovinazzi with Ev just below Sainz and just above Perez.

Qualifying is in a few hours from now, so I'm just resting up inside my drivers room with an ice-cold water bottle and tons of cool air coming through.

I knew that this was going to be tough on me, but not this tough.

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