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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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15 Jul 2026
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Super projecting myself into it im obsessed. author can sell my soul I will give them. Gokil. Paling gokil. I want my last time like this
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For a few seconds, Marco couldn’t make himself step away, but as soon as he did, his mind started racing wildly. It never occurred to him that maybe Pecco does want him, even now, but he might think he doesn’t deserve to have a mind-numbingly good orgasm.
Pecco withdraws to angst alone, but Marco thinks he should do some bikefuckery to feel better.
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05 Mar 2026
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perfect. of course. like what do you expect from someone who just married with his bike? of course marco would talk like that
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Please don’t send me an arse of a teammate, he had pleaded. For the love of all that is holy, don’t go and cock it all up now.
George knew Toto always had options. Backroom conversations, quiet lunches, the odd promising junior hovering just out of sight, drivers with resumes hot off the presses or egos already calcified by a seat they hadn’t earned. The thought of who he might be paired with, compared to mild-mannered, dependable Lewis, made his skin crawl.
As the season wore on, the speculation only grew. Pundits promised answers by summer shutdown. Fans demanded certainty. George waited. Nothing came.
Then, come Zandvoort, Mercedes announced an FP1 outing for Toto’s bloodthirsty Formula 2 protégé in George’s car despite Lewis being the one he was meant to replace, which felt personal, frankly.
And on Friday night, in front of a home crowd drunk on orange smoke and seawater, Mercedes finally made it official.
18-year-old Max Verstappen would be the next driver to wear the Silver Arrows.
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31 Dec 2025
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AKU SUKA SEKALI INIII AAAAAAAAAAAAAA papaya_muse favoritku 💗💗💗💗😤
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Oscar had, at some point, become a piece of furniture.
That wasn’t a complaint. Just an observation. Like noticing the weather had turned or that the apples in hospitality were bad again.
George Russell had apparently decided that wherever Oscar was standing was the correct place to be. This was true at national anthems, in the paddock, in the media pen, and—most impressively—exactly when Oscar was attempting to film something for McLaren’s social channels.
Every race weekend, without fail, George found him. Especially if he needed an umbrella.
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- Part 4 of Tumblr Short Requests
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For six seasons, the Formula 1 paddock is convinced George Russell is painfully, impressively single.
Then he walks in holding hands with a woman in a plain white shirt, denim shorts and scuffed Adidas sneakers and the narrative detonates.
Max Verstappen doesn’t look like a WAG.
Doesn’t act like one and doesn’t seem remotely impressed by the chaos she’s just caused.
George, meanwhile, is doing his best to balance a championship campaign with the sudden realization that the entire world has Opinions about his girlfriend.As cameras linger, narratives spiral and assumptions pile up, one thing becomes clear: Formula 1 has no idea what to do with Max Verstappen and she’s perfectly fine with that.
“Are you nervous?” George asks, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he laces their fingers together.
“No.” Max said honestly. Then, after a beat:
“I just didn’t realize I was a rare species or that you’d apparently discovered me in the wild.”George laughs under his breath.
Or a Rustappen WAG female!Max nobody asks for 😛
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30 Dec 2025
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WOI KEREN BGT SERUUUUU so on point maxie pokoknya suka bgt bgt bgt bgtttttt