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Formula 1 Testing in Bahrain - Day 2 February 27, 2025 - Bahrain Source: Kym Illman/Getty Images

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walking in opposite directions and saying goodbye.. but ollie simply doesn't care because he's just going to say the most outrageous things and kimi's going to reciprocate with his little laugh (reserved for ollie).

ollie: see you on track, i’ll give you a tow.

kimi: *chuckles* okay, i’ll give it back!

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yap yap yapping

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bearnelli giggling and right next to each other in a press conference oh Prema’s 2024 season i will never forgive you for what was taken from me (their joint podium presser)

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BABE WAKE UP NEW BEARNELLI PIC

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Oscar being lost PLEASE- 😭

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happy belated valentines- here's a scene from love in high definition that never made the cut. maybe i'll use it in another fic one day. ───

Sao Paulo is rainy, the kind that soaks through thin workout clothes and just keeps pouring, drenching Alex until his skin is raised with goosebumps. It's his fault, really. An impulsive run in the middle of the night doesn't ever end well and recently, the universe seems to be holding a grudge against him. "Albon." Alex turns around to find George of all people, standing in front of him. His eyes are more grey-blue than turquoise now, stormclouds and flecks of lightning to match the weather. "Hi." Alex says weakly. There's no excuse for what he has done, but George isn't looking for an apology or a half-assed explanation. He simply steps towards him and tilts his umbrella forward, so the rain isn't constantly falling into his eyes anymore. "Hi." George replies. "What are you doing out here?" "Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" "Lando decided to wake me up at 12:23 in the morning on quali day for something 'really really really important'. That important thing turned out to be my participation in an elaborate yet stupid plan to prank by filling your room with McLaren branded merchandise." Alex shudders at the thought. He appreciates papaya as much as the next driver from a rival team, but it does get a little sore on the eyes eventually. "You weren't in your bed." George says quietly, interrupting Alex's train of thought. "So then we panicked. And now, everyone's out looking for you." "Everyone-?" "Well, Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Lewis, Nico, and I." George amends his previous statement. "No Ollie or Kimi?" Alex asks curiously. George smirks at that, smugness tugging at the corner of his lip. It's barely a smile, a half-smile at that but still, George is devastating to someone like Alex and Alex can feel a slight tug on his heartstrings when George looks like that. "Sadly, they were too young for the great Albono search of 2025," George deadpans. "Lewis sent them to bed and threatened them with a mysterious community service sentence for 'disrespect'. I'm sure they're still awake though. It's not like anyone can sleep in this weather." He adds on as an afterthought. Right on cue, lightning flashes through the sky and strikes the ground with rolling thunder. "Oh." Alex says in response. George looks at him, gaze soft but unreadable. "Come on. Let's get you back." It's a decently long walk back to where Alex is staying. George doesn't attempt to make small talk and Alex doesn't either. The rain falls and falls and Alex is falling too, but his feet are steady and instead, it's his hands that shake when they make contact with George on accident. They stop just outside of the hotel Alex is staying at, on the pavement while the world outside goes on without them. "Well," George says. He closes the umbrella and just stares at Alex for a second, ignoring the rain that starts to fall on his head. He stands there for a solid five seconds before Alex's instincts override any rational thoughts he has left. Alex pulls him forward until the Mercedes driver is sheltered from the rain, the two of them standing underneath a front entrance display of fairy lights. Inside the hotel, the reception hums with late night silence and dim lighting. Belatedly, Alex realises he's still holding onto George's hand, clutching it like a lifeline. Still. He doesn't let go. "Alex-" George begins to say. They're so close. Alex can feel George's blinding warmth as they stand there. If Alex leant forward a few centimetres, their noses would be touching. And if he went further than that, even in the slightest- Well, he'd be kissing George. One, two. Three. Alex forces himself to step backwards. George's eyes follow him as he moves, not even blinking a single time. "Thank you." He says. For the umbrella. For the company. For everything. George doesn't respond. Alex sucks in a deep breath, oxygen and nitrogen but most importantly the scent of basil and faint pepper and longing and home. He turns on his heel and flees.

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love in high definition complete | one-shot | 12.5k rated e, no archive warnings apply

Max looks at him curiously. “Is there something going on between you and George?” Alex laughs hysterically at the question. “As in George Russell? The Formula 1 driver? Drives for Mercedes, tall, has really pretty eyes- Yep, we’re really good mates!” He emphasises the last word, then bursts into giggles. Now Max looks concerned. He shuffles his feet awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

or, falling in love with someone you can't have- not in the way you want.

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george russel x alex albon ( galex ) - love in high definition complete | one-shot | 12.5k rated e, no archive warnings apply

Max looks at him curiously. “Is there something going on between you and George?” Alex laughs hysterically at the question. “As in George Russell? The Formula 1 driver? Drives for Mercedes, tall, has really pretty eyes- Yep, we’re really good mates!” He emphasises the last word, then bursts into giggles. Now Max looks concerned. He shuffles his feet awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

or, falling in love with someone you can't have- not in the way you want. tag : click here!

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tagged by the absolute angel @jusst-you-race, this one's for you <3

Pierre stares at him incredulously. "Let me just get this straight. You, Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc, F1's PR princess, purposely swore in a press conference just so you could do community service with Max?" Oscar looks up from where he is sitting on the couch. "I doubt there is anything straight about that." Charles winces and Pierre dissolves into a pile of laughter and French Alpine merchandise. "That's not very necessary. You know, my plan worked! We get to do a special driver stage together this Friday in Brazil and have to answer questions submitted by the fans. I sent you guys the list of questions already, they'll be picked randomly." Pierre gets up from where he was lying on the floor, and turns towards Charles with a serious expression. "Calamar. Your plan was the stupidest thing I've seen since Ferrari's strategy in Hungary 2022, and that's saying something." He smiles more fondly, and pats Charles on the shoulder. "But, I will support you. Even if you are more delusional than your fans." The moment is interrupted by Oscar yelling a question at them. "Charles, did you know that one of the questions is asking you if you swore on purpose?"

low stress tags for the tag game, apologies for any double tags : @unlapped @thearchercore

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tagged by @wanderingblindly to post the last line I wrote… and I’m cheating! have instead this half formed idea I wrote in dms to @utopiastri

“Stand up you ridiculous man.” “No! Not until you forgive me for not treating you with the respect and care and love you deserve.” “Fine. Fine! I forgive you” and Nico’s smiling now, small and soft and Jenson’s smiling too, big and expressive just like the rest of him. And Nico holds out a gloved hand, offering unnecessary help to get Jenson to stand and Jenson gladly takes his hand. He stands and then they’re just… holding hands… staring and smiling at each other… and then a look of horror crosses Jenson’s face and Nico panics “What? What is it?” And Jenson grips Nico’s hand like a lifeline and drops to his knees again. “Marry me.” For once in his life Nico is silent. Tears threatening to spill, he nods once, twice. Hand trembling in Jenson’s grip.

this is obviously like half written, but it's the best i got for this tag game... it's for a pride and prejudice au that may or may not be rotting my brain right now… low pressure tags uhh @lovelylotusf1 @garageofshumii @pitlanewrites @63historian (sorry for any double tags!!!)

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