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“And, like – farming, right? How hard can it be? Take a seed, put it in some dirt, sprinkle some water and wait. Boom. Food. Done. And I’ve driven a tractor practically every weekend this year, it’s not that hard.”
Gemma pauses the video. She un-shares her screen. Her smiling face pops back up in the centre of Max’s monitor, gaze distinctly pointed.
Wait.
“That’s it?” Max hisses, incredulous. “Seriously? I’m getting cancelled over a joke about fucking farming?”
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Max has had PR disasters before. This time, though, he’s made the mistake of pissing off some random British farmer with a loyal YouTube fanbase and a penchant for passive-aggressive callouts via X. And George Russell isn’t the type who’s easily appeased.
(Or: Max learns to drive a tractor, harvest wheat, and fall in love.)
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- Part 1 of reap what you sow
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Bookmarked by RacoonStar
11 Mar 2026
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The rash is there during the first race weekend.
It’s there when they run into each other while getting to the paddock, so visible under the collar of Max’s Red Bull polo, despite his attempt at pulling the fabric as high as it can go.
It’s there during qualifying, when Max finishes first and waves at the crowd, grinning bright. It can be seen peeking out on the only visible strip of skin under his helmet.
It’s there when they cross paths later between garages, just before the race, and Max doesn’t even look his way, doesn’t spare a glance. He’s too busy scratching at his throat absently, obviously focused on the upcoming race. His nails are digging ridges in the dry skin. It won't be long before he draws blood.
Or: Max Verstappen has never really shown his skin any care, until George Russell takes it upon himself to fix it for him.
Bookmarked by RacoonStar
24 Jan 2026
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“Oh my god,” Oscar gasps, grabbing Lando’s wrist tightly. “I knew it felt weird.” Lando’s too occupied with the feeling of her holding onto him that he just stares at her in shock. Oscar looks at him with pinkening cheeks and says, ‘I’m not wearing anything under this.”
“What should we do?’ Lando asks. Oscar’s looking at him with wide eyes, biting her lip and looking at him like she never does with anyone, let alone him. Asking for help is not one of her strong suits.
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Oscar gets her period in front of everyone in her white racesuit. Lando discovers something about himself.
Bookmarked by RacoonStar
13 Dec 2025
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Craning his neck behind them, Daniel laughs his loud, creaky hyena laugh. “Don’t look now, but he’s still watching.”
“Who?”
“Chuck.”
“Chuck. There’s no way he lets you call him that,” Max says, voice rife with disbelief. He also can’t help it—he turns around, jostling Daniel’s arm over his shoulder to look back toward the media pen. Charles is in fact still watching them disappear down the paddock. His head is tilted to one side, a look of consideration on his pretty face. He doesn’t look actively upset, but he doesn’t look particularly happy either. Fuck.
“He doesn’t let me do anything. I just sort of do it and he laughs and blushes and looks at me with his big cow eyes.”
“Big cow eyes,” Max repeats, disbelieving yet again.
“Not actually, but sort of,” Daniel says, grin making his eyes crinkle. What the fuck.
“He’s blushing at you?” Max sounds petulant. Jealous, even. He needs to get a grip.
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All the rookies love Max. Except for one.
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Bookmarked by RacoonStar
17 Nov 2025
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lizzy @folklore
GUYS?? I’M AT THE TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT RIGHT NOW AND I SWEAR I JUST SAW MAX VERSTAPPEN??or
Max Verstappen is spotted at a Taylor Swift concert with an unknown woman. The internet goes wild.
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Bookmarked by RacoonStar
12 Nov 2025
