Jack knows PTSD. Intimately so.
He sees it in Robby.
sigh no more. jack/robby oneshot. rated m, 4k words


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Jack knows PTSD. Intimately so.
He sees it in Robby.
sigh no more. jack/robby oneshot. rated m, 4k words
The door swings open. Alba is wearing a red G.I.R.L. hoodie over a dress that’s different to the one Payton saw her in earlier. Her hair is off-center, parted sideways when it usually isn’t. “Guess what?” Payton says with a smile.
alba/payton, 2.1k, rated t. what if you had a crush on each other and you were both girls <- thesis btw
archive locked and on ao3
verisimilitude
Jack thinks that it’s probably just skirting along the hundred-inch mark (as if that isn’t also huge for a bed). Emery swears the actual sizing is a hundred-and-eight. Parker googled. Emery is right. If Jack ever accepts the ‘plus eight’ to his badly eyeballed measurements, Parker will bring up the question of how it got there, next. It’s a love language.
The night shift takes care of its own, four times over.
-> jack/parker/john/emery, rated t, no archive warnings. 3k words.
“You good?” Gianpiero finally asks.
Some of the anger that’s been brewing in Max gets washed away by those words. “Yeah,” he says. “Sorry, Dad.”
or: gp/max fauxcest written for @f1raceengineerfest. explicit oneshot, 1.6k words. full tags on ao3
anchor your worldview
“You know?” “No, not really,” Kevin responds drily. “What are you supposed to do more of?” “Everything. Be better.” Now he looks up at Kevin to meet his eyes. There is an earnesty that is frightening in Nico's gaze. What a stupid notion.
-> final and third part of slow bloom - pt1 pt2. kevin/nico, rated t, no archive warnings. 1.8k words and archive locked.
i've seen the bright sides my whole lovely life
It’s so different to how he would have imagined. It’s too late and yet too early still, with no grand build up or a car that is supposed to place third. It’s the wrong people and yet all the ones that matter—he’ll just have to go find them himself, later, find Raoul and Kevin and Martin. Or: There's a podium, a two week old cough, and all these things people want him to do or be: but after it all, there is only Kevin.
+ kevin/nico, rated m, no archive warnings. silverstone celebrations, also ft various nico team members and fluff. 3.3k words, archive locked.
When he turns his back on Mark it is to Giancarlo with a bemused expression on his face. He is still lounging on his bed on the other side of the room, fireproofs stretching over his ribcage and chest.
“What?” Fernando asks perhaps a bit too defensively.
Giancarlo smiles wider. “Nothing.”
or: fisinando au - ferrari!giancarlo; fluff & humour; 2.7k words. read on ao3. written for @padiduys as part of the F1 Family discord's secret santa - you can join the discord here and find the collection here. special thanks to haz for organizing!
imagine a fic where kevin comes to races in between wec rounds and is nico's guest in the garage and they're just. doing everything together all weekend and everyone notices but no one works out that they're dating and have decided to stop actively hiding it... delicious
hello anon this got out of hand and ended up not really what you sent in but alas... 600 and then some words of kevin visiting nico at sauber
“Better than the Haas garage, right?” Nico asks, looking down at Kevin. He’s sitting in one of Sauber’s—admittedly outrageously comfortable—armchairs, littered all throughout hospitality. There’s even one in the corner of the garage. Nico’s never seen it get used so far, but it’s there.
Kevin’s hand moves back and forth across the armrest. He looks lost in thought for a moment and then mutters a soft “Yeah.”