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Oscar was probably only four swipes deep, when he stumbled onto the profile of someone he recognised.
There was no doubt who it belonged to. That was kind of the point of Raya. It was impossible to catfish.
Max, 26, Formula 1 Driver.
His picture carousel was rather comically accompanied by the song Super Max! by the Pitstop Boys and, as much as Oscar found the choice abysmally disappointing, he supposed if anyone had the right to be that far up their own arse it was Max.
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30 Jun 2026
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After getting help to get through the night of series of heats, George finds unexpected comfort in Carlos. What starts as a simple arrangement becomes something deeper and means far more than he realizes. And he's fallen too deep to go back on his words, his own set of rules.
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“How bad are you gonna be like this? Territorial?” Carlos took a step back and George sighed in relief.
“Depends. Are you still wearing the sweater tomorrow?”
Saying no would be lying to himself.
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“Questionable fit, over there. Did you have someone over last night?” Alex gave him a once-over, eyes flicking down to his neck, then lingering slightly at his collarbone. “Didn’t know yachting came with… marks."
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Charles gave him a look. “Mate. Just go stand next to him already.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Mm. Of course, it isn’t. It’s always nothing, with you. Even Austria.”
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“Don’t—” George breathed, voice catching in the back of his throat. “Don’t say that... You don’t mean it. Not really... Not now. You’re just saying it because I’m like this.”
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27 Jun 2026
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26 Jun 2026
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George pauses when he notices his hips.
He winces at the sight.
The heat from the shower had melted into the old scars. The calloused patches burn against the paleness of his usually unexposed skin, presenting an alarming contrast. Angry red lines mark his hipbones. They look like a particularly nasty rope burn—one that tore open flesh. He runs his hands over the uneven texture.
George scrubs harder, bruisingly.
For a second, hysterically, he thinks of Toto Wolff.
He presses the pads of his fingers into the area. It’s as if he clawed hard enough, he could erase the marks from his body. He knows it’s silly. Regardless, he still tries. On bad days, George tries until the blood coagulates under his nails.
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Max to Mercedes is announced during summer break. George is left rotting in a team that has already forsaken him for the rest of the season. He can only crawl back to Williams, utterly abandoned by Toto, but still desperate to prove himself to the older man. He finds unlikely solace in someone he should hate the most…
Inspired by the toxicity of this season so far.
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24 Jun 2026
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the touch of a hand lit the fuse (of a chain reaction of countermoves) by mscppy
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27 Jun 2026
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What is a better headline than "Home hero Oscar Piastri bottles the race before it begins"?
Well, probably a front page picture of him kissing his rival.
Or: Max decides it's a great idea to fake date their way out of annoying racing questions. Oscar isn't too sure - though he doesn't mind all the kissing.
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- Part 12 of my midnights
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20 Jun 2026