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    “it’s… max,” max said carefully.

    the barista tilted his head. “that’s what i wrote.”

    “no, it’s not.”

    “then you must’ve pronounced it wrong.”

    max blinked. he didn’t know if he wanted to argue or leave. “it’s literally three letters.”

    “well, it’s four now,” the barista said, grinning like it was a personal victory, and max felt that familiar urge to wipe that infuriatingly perfect smile off his face.

    OR: four times george "misspells" max's name in his coffee order (and that one time he finally gets it right), and the latter cannot for the life of him decide whether to strangle him or fall in love altogether.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    He watches, almost in slow motion, as the stupid, most haunting pair of amber eyes look behind Shoko, focusing on him.

    The worst part is how Satoru tracks every minuscule crinkle of his eye. How he watches recognition fill his gaze, watches the muscles in his brows relax as his gaze softens. Watches for signs, tells, that he’d recognize, and horribly, finds them.

    Watches, maybe in horror, a soft smile come across the features that he still sometimes sees when he’s been staring at the backs of his eyelids for too long.

    “This is my friend from uni,-“ Shoko, oblivious, starts, and Suguru interrupts her.

    “Satoru.”

    //

    “…I don’t think I should let you back into my life.” Satoru mumbles, a little sleepier, after some time.

    “…I understand.” Suguru whispers, not letting go, as if he’s savoring every second Satoru is going to let him have like this.

    “I think I will anyway.” Satoru whispers back.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    What starts as lingering glances and teasing banter in the garage soon carries weight neither can ignore.
    Every glance lingers longer, every touch feels deliberate - until the lines they drew begin to vanish.
    Slow burn, teammates to something more, inspired by the real F1 2025/2026 calendar, real life events and the energy between Gabi and Nico.

     

    Gabi laughed – bright, open, head tipping back just a fraction. “Still hot for an old guy, though.”
    Nico’s eyebrow lifted, but the smile deepened. “Watch it, rookie.”
    Gabi’s grin turned wicked. He slid his arm around Nico’s waist without breaking stride, palm flattening against the side of Nico’s ribs. His fingers curled lightly into the team polo fabric, tugging just enough to pull Nico a fraction closer - warm, grounding, possessive in the most casual way.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    “God, I’m a terrible influence,” George says eventually, his voice scratchy and dry. “Look at you, Albono, you were such a goody two shoes a few years ago.” He’s aiming for joking, but his tone lands three steps to the right of bitter.

    “You’re corrupting me, Georgie,” Alex replies, trying and almost succeeding in keeping his tone light. “First you get me into drinking vodka straight, now you’ve got me nicking your cigarettes. Next thing you know, I’ll be snorting dodgy coke with my assistants like Toto does.”

    George brushes a speck of white powder from his clothes.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    He’s licking another mole now, just below Lando’s right nipple. “I’m counting them tonight.”

    “Fuck off.” Lando pushes at his shoulder, but his fingers don’t hold any weight.

    George grins, nosing lower. “That’s five.”

    norrusell to comfort myself from that dnf....jk i wrote that before the race for my pal 16wheelerhorse on tumblrrrr

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    19 Apr 2026