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I haven't said anything because I was trying to assimilate it (I still haven't) but the departure of Reus has destroyed my soul.

And it destroys me even more that we are reaching the end of an era, I am not ready for players who have marked my entire childhood and adolescence to gradually retire.

I claim that I now officially adopt this kid

i can't believe you all are rooting for v*rstappen like say what you will about lando but surely a lando win is better than that

this is my limit. losing to saarbrücken. fine. we've been weird in the pokal lately. losing to leverkusen. ok. they are really good this year. but losing to dortmund at home? i need tuchel to leave my club TOMORROW

it's honestly funny that i'm so nervous for this match, i really wasn't nervous at all before arsenal because i was sure we'd lose badly. it really is the hope that kills you

just a gentle reminder to write what you like, read what you enjoy, and don’t let anyone shame you for it.

LITTLE PILOT // Kimi Raikkonen

Kimi Raikkonen x wife!Reader

NOTA DEL AUTOR: mucho más corto que los demás, pero tenía ganas de escribir algo esponjoso sobre Kimi y aquí está.

(El inglés no es mi primer idioma, lo siento si hay errores de ortografía, las críticas constructivas son bienvenidas).

You met Kimi in 2014 during a trip you took to visit friends and family in Finland.

You had arranged to meet your group of friends that you both had in common for a drink, when to your surprise he was there too. You knew who he was, you had heard about him hundreds of times, both on television and from your friends, but you had never met him in the same place before.

And that day, more to your luck than your misfortune, the only place left was next to him, so you had no choice but to sit next to him and try to engage him in conversation.

To your surprise, you hit it off quite well from the very first moment, and he wasn't the ice man he was portrayed to be on social media and TV.

Just three days after that meeting, you received a message from a number you hadn't added inviting you to go to his house, a number that a couple of messages later you discovered belonged to Kimi, and you decided to accept his invitation, since at that moment you had nothing to lose, and if it went wrong at least you would have the anecdote.

But after many meetings and many messages shared even late at night when you should be sleeping, you decided to make your relationship official.

And now, 10 years and many experiences later, you were at the biggest karting track in Switzerland waiting for your eldest son, whom you had just a year after you made your relationship official, to make his karting debut.

Ever since your not-so-little boy was only 3 years old, it was clear to him that he wanted to be like daddy and become a professional racing driver when he grew up. So Kimi wasted no time, and when he was only 4 years old he gave him his first kart, which he had outgrown, but which you still kept in your house as a souvenir.

You were in one of the parenting zones waiting for your little one's race to start, when your now-husband's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

-Calm down, honey, he's well trained, nothing will happen to him.-

-I am calm-

-Your grip on my arm doesn't prove the same thing," he said mockingly.-

When he uttered those words you turned your gaze to where he had mentioned, realising that you were gripping his arm with much more force than normal, as your knuckles were completely white from the force you had been exerting.

-Sorry,- you said, removing your hand from his arm with flushed cheeks. -

-I don't want you to apologise for being excited about your son,- he said, putting his arm around your shoulders and then intertwining your hands, placing a kiss on yours,-Although it doesn't seem like it, I understand you, and I even think I'm more nervous than you are.-

You were about to answer him, when the sound of the engines starting up made you turn your gaze towards the track, or rather towards a certain kart bearing the number 91.

The qualifying laps had started with your son in ninth position, but as the laps progressed he was overtaking his rivals as naturally as if it was something he did every day. He had certainly inherited his father's natural talent, both on and off the track.

The qualifying laps were over, and the race was about to start with your son in fourth position, and although he wasn't in the best position, he had a good chance of making it onto the podium, and you knew that if he worked hard, with his talent and dedication, he could do it.

The race started with your son moving up a position at the start corner, bringing a couple of tears to your eyes at his determination.

The race went on for most of the time with the first three positions the same, when in one corner the boy in front of your son made a mistake, which your son took advantage of to move into second place, a position in which he finished the race.

You wiped away the tears that had sprung to your eyes with the back of your hand as you watched your little one step onto the podium and receive his trophy.

-We are proud of you,- you said, hugging your son as he came back to you.

-Your mother is right, we are proud of you little boy.  And we always will be no matter what you decide to do when you're older,- said your husband, joining you in your embrace.

-we love you little one-

-I love you too isät-

Frenkie...

So … this happened.

The Formula 1 community — and sports fandom as a whole — needs to have a serious conversation about the dangerous commodification and objectification of athletes.

And I know, I write fanfiction — what right do I have talking about any of this? But there is a reason why the cardinal rule of fanfiction is to keep it far removed from those featured in it. Because those of us who create and consume it know about the importance of boundaries.

Boundaries … that are repeatedly being crossed by so-called fans who choose to forget that Formula 1 drivers and all athletes are human beings while sickeningly violating their privacy and encroaching on their safety in real life.

Things need to change.

This is an issue of morality, dignity, and security. It cannot continue.

People telling me that I shouldn't be sad about a game, man you don't understand what it's like to have an emotional bond with a team, to be happy with them and to be sad with them, it seems silly to them but to me it's what has kept me afloat, so yes I feel sad about a game but it's because I see the players as people and I feel attached to them because even though they don't know it they have helped me at my worst moment