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As the coughs die down he knows that wasn’t the last fit he’ll be having. He’s had a tickle in the back of his throat for weeks, it makes him wonder what this is about. He doesn’t get sick super often, he just hopes it’s over before the next race weekend.
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He knows by the next morning it won’t be over by the next race. He knows by the next morning he’s as good as dead.Bookmarked by gnfs_ingot
17 Dec 2025
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George was used to finding a silver lining in shit situations, but retiring from his home race after putting it on pole didn’t leave him with much to work with.
George scrolled through the recommended feeds, eyes half-lidded and sticky with exhaustion. Then one headline caught him: FORMULA ONE SILVERSTONE REACTION.
Not exactly original, but the description below made him snort: “RIP GEORGE RUSSELL.”
Yes. RIP, indeed.
OR Max is a sim racing streamer and George is a driver and a fan.
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17 Dec 2025
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Max felt it before he saw it—the brush of air, the sudden wrongness at his wrist.
“What the—”
The moped was already accelerating, a blur of movement and noise, the rider leaning low as they tore down the street. Max stared, stunned, at his bare wrist.
For half a second, nobody moved. “Putain de merde,” Charles snapped.
“Hey!” one of the fans shouted, too late.
“That’s my—” Max started, then stopped, blinking. His watch was gone. Just like that. Snatched cleanly off his wrist. Wasn’t sleight-of-hand for magicians?
Charles was already backing away, keys in hand.
“Charles,” Max said, still dazed. “It’s fine. It’s just—”
“No,” Charles said, and there was nothing polite about his voice now. His jaw was set, eyes already tracking the direction the moped had gone. “No, absolutely not.”
“Charles,” Max repeated, more urgently this time. “You don’t need to—”
“I do,” Charles said. He grabbed Max’s sleeve briefly. “Get in the car.”
Max hesitated. “This is insane.”
“Yes,” Charles agreed. “I know.”
OR Bottom!Max has his watch stolen and Charles loses his mind a little bit (based on 2022 incident in Italy)
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16 Dec 2025
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twelve days of putting f1 drivers in slutty situations counting down to christmas (dec 25) !!
created by me & my assistant cowboychai
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different ships every day & i'll be updating tags as we go alongBookmarked by gnfs_ingot
16 Dec 2025
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Max Verstappen has always been the only Omega on the F1 grid — something he never hid and never apologized for. He likes being alone, hates relying on others, and made a firm vow to himself years ago: never join a pack. Not in racing, not in life, not ever.
He always assumed the entire paddock understood this. Turns out they did — everyone except the grid pack drivers, who somehow all genuinely believed he was an Alpha.
When Max finally explains the truth, the grid pack reacts in the most unexpected way imaginable: instead of letting him keep his distance, they imprint on him. One by one, every already-bonded pup in the grid pack forms a connection with him — a bond Max did NOT agree to, did not expect, and absolutely does not know how to handle.
He didn’t join their pack.
They joined him.Suddenly Max, who wanted no pack at all, is stuck co-parenting a chaotic group of fully grown driver-pups who insist he’s theirs now — emotionally, instinctively, and pack-bonded.
And while Max keeps insisting it’s “just imprinting” and “temporary,” the grid pack is determined to make him admit the truth:
They’re not just co-parents.
They’re a family — his family.Bookmarked by gnfs_ingot
16 Dec 2025