salemahn

[salemahn]

could you please do an insta blurb with vivian hoorn?💕

cats & dogs - mv1

summary: every couple on the grid is getting dogs which leads to max’s girlfriend wanting one. the problem? he’s a cat dad and a cat dad only

folkie radio: with al the cat dad max talk and all the dogs on the grid this blurb came naturally ! i really hope you like it 💓

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram barcelona: lots of wine, baby winning but who’s surprised and the new love of my life, leo leclerc

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username1 PRETTIEST GIRL

username2 dududu max verstappen play the dutch national anthem

francisca.cgomes Prettiest 😍

↳ yourinstagram have you seen yourself in the mirror?

charles_leclerc My son ❤️

↳ yourinstagram alexandra is def a single mother bc that beauty doesn’t come from you

↳ alexandrasaintmleux Exactly 🤩

↳ username1 LOVE THEM

username3 “but who’s surprised” 😭

username4 jimmy and sassy are jealous right now

scuderiaferrari We all love Leo Leclerc ❤️

↳ redbullracing Ariana what are you doing here?

↳ username2 THAT ADMINS ARE ON CRACK HELP

danielricciardo Be ready for your girl to beg for a puppy @/maxverstappen1

↳ username2 HEEEELP

maxverstappen1 New love of my life?

↳ yourinstagram im sorry baby he has charmed me now i need a dog

↳ maxverstappen1 Jimmy and Sassy (our kids) are patiently waiting for us at home thank you

↳ username4 MAX VERSTAPPEN GET YOUR GF A DOG

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maxverstappen1 Triple header done ✅ Time to rest and get ready for the last races of the season before the summer #KeepPushing

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username1 CHAMPPPPP

username2 he’s so pretty istg

landonorris The friendship made it out of the triple header after all

↳ username2 LANDO PLASE 😭😭

danielricciardo Can you take me with you to St. Tropez?

↳ yourinstagram NO

↳ username3 yn must be tired of daniel always thirdwheeling

yourinstagram pretty boy. a champion. the goat. the world champion forever. most handsome man to grace this earth. the best to ever do it

↳ maxverstappen1 Flattery will get you nowhere

↳ yourinstagram I JUST WANT A PUPPY 😩

↳ username4 his cat person ass will never poor yn

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yourinstagram our happy place forever 🫶 expect a very sunburnt maxie for the next gp

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username1 they own saint tropez

username2 BOYFRIEND MAXXXXX

lilyhme stunning 😍😍

username3 IS THAT JIMMY OR SASSY IN THE LAST PIC ??? AND MAX’S SHIRT I CANT

↳ username1 cat dad forever

alex_albon Team cats rule

↳ yourinstagram don’t do this i’m trying to convince him to get me a dog

↳ danielricciardo And I don’t think that’s working

↳ yourinstagram STFU 😭😭

username4 yn is stunning can max fight ??

↳ yourinstagram he can’t

maxverstappen1 1. I can fight

2. You’re the most beautiful girl ever

3. Why would you want a dog when we have Jimmy looking that adorable

↳ yourinstagram 1. you can’t 2. ilysm 3. JUST GET ME A DOG

↳ landonorris 1. i can confirm he can’t 2. you’re disgustingly cute 3. max don’t be a bitch get her a dog

↳ yourinstagram THANK YOU LANDINHO

↳ maxverstappen1 Nope

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maxverstappen1 My 🤍

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username1 AWE

username2 SIMP MAX MY HEART

redbullracing We love love ❤️

↳ yourinstagram ily too redbull admin

username3 max verstappen three time world champion uses instagram as a fanpage for his girlfriend

↳ username1 as he should

landonorris SIMP

↳ maxverstappen1 Don’t be jealous Lando

↳ yourinstagram you’ll never have him 😤

danielricciardo How’s the dog searching going?

↳ yourinstagram your bff is being such a bad boyfriend right now

↳ maxverstappen1 I’m never a bad boyfriend :(

↳ yourinstagram get me a dog and you’ll be the best boyfriend ever

↳ username2 THIS IS SO 😭😭 just get yn a dog

yourinstagram love youuuu cat dad soon to be dog dad

↳ maxverstappen1 Never

↳ yourinstagram MAXIE PLEASE 😭😭

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yourinstagram he could be boyfriend of the year but he refuses to get me a dog

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username1 HEEEELP

username2 max verstappen the cat dad that you are

alex_albon 😂😂😂 Cat dads unite

username3 MAX LOOKS SO PRETTY I CANTTTT

victoriaverstappen I’m going to have a serious chat with him

↳ yourinstagram please do but bring the kids with you bc i miss them 🥲

charles_leclerc I hope Alex thinks I’m boyfriend of the year then

↳ alexandrasaintmleux Maybe 🥰

↳ yourinstagram ugh

username4 justice for jimmy and sassy

↳ yourinstagram they’re my kids and i love them i just want them to have a dog sibling

danielricciardo You boyfriend is a die hard cat person I don’t think that’s happening.

↳ yourinstagram did i ask? mind your business

↳ username1 HEEELP 😭

maxverstappen1 I could get you ten new cats if you wanted

↳ yourinstagram but i want a DOG

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maxverstappen1 Happy family

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username1 IMMM THIS IS TOO CUTE

username2 JIMMY AND SASSYYYYY

redbullracing Cat mom and dad 💙

↳ yourinstagram redbull admin i thought you were on my side..

username3 help he said we’re NAWT getting a dog

username4 yn is literally so pretty

landonorris Just get her the puppy man…

↳ maxverstappen1 There’s no need, we’re a happy family like this

↳ yourinstagram you’re so MEAN

victoriaverstappen You won’t be boyfriend of the year like this

↳ maxverstappen1 I know I will be anyways 🥰

↳ yourinstagram don’t get to confident dude

yourinstagram jimmy and sassy are my kids and i love them but we would be an even happier family with a puppy too

↳ username1 she’s not giving up

↳ username2 max verstappen get your girlfriend a dog

↳ maxverstappen1 I don’t think so ❤️

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f1updates “Yeah, my girlfriend has serious dog fever right now. Several guys have dogs but we’ve got cats. She keeps bringing up Pierre and his girlfriend recently getting a puppy too, an it’s definitely not helping my case as a cat dad.” -Max in the press conference today 😭

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username1 HELP ME

username2 he just REFUSES to get a dog

username3 he’s so annoying

username4 I LOVE CAT DAD MAX SO BAD UGH

username5 poor yn 😭

yourinstagram JUST GET ME A DOG PLEASE @/maxverstappen1

↳ username1 MAX JUST LISTEN TO YOUR WOMAN

↳ username2 cat dad forever

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yourinstagram airport looks, mad max and simba gasly who now has my heart 😩 my dog fever is through the roof idc

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username1 PRETTYYYYYT

username2 broooo mad max was mad maxing this weekend

username3 JUST GET YOUR GIRL A DOG @/maxverstappen

pierregasly My kid ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux Leo is sad right now

↳ yourinstagram MY BABY LEO i miss him so much

username4 jimmy and sassy feel betrayed

landonorris Just get the damn dog @/maxverstappen1

↳ yourinstagram THANK YOU

↳ maxverstappen1 Here we go…

username5 #maxgetyourgirlfriendadog

alex_albon I’m team Jimmy and Sassy

↳ yourinstagram ffs what part of they could be siblings do y’all not understand

username6 dog talk aside, yn is soooo pretty

maxverstappen1 I thought I had your heart

↳ yourinstagram you don’t have my heart right now because you won’t get me a dog

↳ username2 GOTCHA

↳ danielricciardo 😂😂😂😂

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maxupdates Happy Max with his Cat Dad bracelet !

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username1 AHHHH BABY

username2 CAT DAD FOREVER

username3 not when his gf wants a dog 😭

danielricciardo This is the spirit you’re trying to break @/yourinstagram

↳ username1 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

↳ username2 DANIEL WTF 😭😭

↳ yourinstagram 1. why do you follow fanpages of my boyfriend? 2. HE CAN BE A CAT DAD AND A DOG DAD

↳ username3 this is good

↳ maxverstappen1 Cat dad only

↳ username4 MAX 😭😭😭😭

↳ yourinstagram MAXIE IM BEGGING

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f1updates Max Verstappen was seen outside of a dog shelter with his girlfriend today!

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username1 OMFGGGGG

username2 HIS FACE I CANT 😭

username3 AHHH THEY’RE GETTING A DOG

username4 yn finally won

username5 DOG DAD MAX INCOMING

username6 he’s clearly happy about it

username7 team dog dad forever

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yourinstagram IM IN HEAVEN ❤️🥹🥹🥹

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username1 FINALLYYYY

username2 ahhh i bet they adopted one of them i could cry

francisca.cgomes 🤍🤍🤍

username3 ARE YOU DOG PARENTS ALREADY???

↳ yourinstagram not yet but really sooooon maxie absolutely loved them 🥲

↳ username1 i knew there was a dog person deep inside of him

redbullracing We love to see it

↳ yourinstagram can christian horner be the godfather ?

↳ username1 HEEEELP

alexandrasaintmleux About time. Leo needed a pal

↳ francisca.cgomes What about Simba?

↳ yourinstagram my babies actually 🥲🥲

danielricciardo Persistence is key

maxverstappen1 The things I do for love…

↳ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU MAXIEEE

↳ username3 he’s boyfriend of the year now

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maxverstappen1 I gave in. Welcome to the family, Jack Verstappen.

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username1 OMFGGGGGGGG

username2 MAX IS A DOG DADDD I CANT

redbullracing We finally have a RedBull kid in the Paddock playground 💙

↳ scuderiaferrari Leo leclerc >>>

↳ username3 the admins are wilding 😭

francisca.cgomes Such a cutie 🥹

victoriaverstappen Finally!!

username3 why jack tho

↳ yourinstagram in honor to the club in monaco and ofc max chose the name

↳ username1 HEEEELP

↳ username2 his obsession with naming his pets after monaco clubs…

alex_albon How are Jimmy and Sassy doing? 😂

↳ maxverstappen1 My poor kids…

↳ yourinstagram THEY’RE BESTIESSSS

landonorris God finally I was done with your gf yapping

↳ yourinstagram you’re so mean to me for no reason

danielricciardo If you need another one I can bark

↳ username1 DANIEL WTF

↳ maxverstappen1 Where did this even come from

yourinstagram MY BABY 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

↳ maxverstappen1 Happy now?

↳ yourinstagram very ily

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yourinstagram BESTIES 🥰

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username1 IM CRYING

username2 POOR JIMMY 😭

↳ yourinstagram jimmy and jack are like this 🤞

alex_albon 😂😂😂😂

victoriaverstappen The best family

francisca.cgomes Jack is so cute my heartttt

username3 Patiently waiting for the Leo x Roscoe x Simba x Jack reunion

↳ yourinstagram they should create a band. one direction who?

landonorris why do i want a dog now

↳ maxverstappen1 Don’t mate

↳ yourinstagram oh stfu maxie you spend hours cuddling jack

↳ username2 BUSTED

username4 she really masterminded her way into getting a dog

redbullracing Jimmy and Jack. Icons

↳ maxverstappen1 Don’t forget about Sassy

↳ yourinstagram my girl 🥲

maxverstappen1 My kids ❤️ plus Sassy

↳ yourinstagram THERE HE ISSSS DOG DAD

↳ maxverstappen1 Cat dad first and foremost, always

[salemahn]

Grid Mum | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Despite you and Max not having any children of your own, it seems that your boyfriend still found a way to get a couple kids from his workplace.

Author's Note: I'M BACK MFS😭 feels like ages ago since i last wrote smth lol i think the off season killed my inspo but hey! It kinda came back ig??

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

If there was one thing you always knew about Max Verstappen, is that he would make a great dad.

Truth be told, it wasn’t in your plans at the moment to have a kid with him. Indeed, you had both agreed that you wouldn’t try for a family until Max felt ready to retire – which wasn’t happening anytime soon.

However, every time you saw how Max was with his sister’s children or Checo’s or some of your other friends’, you had to admit that part of you was excited for the day Max would act like that with his own kids.

And right now, you almost thought that this is what was happening with the new rookies.

It had started last year, when Oliver – Ollie – Bearman was called in to replace Carlos Sainz during the 2024 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. At that time, Ollie was in Formula 2 but also employed by both Ferrari and Haas as a reserve driver. And as soon as he stepped foot into the Formula 1 paddock, there was no turning back. Ollie quickly and easily charmed his way into being ‘adopted’ by the rest of the drivers.

It had been a while since a driver that young was racing at such high stakes: Lance Stroll in 2017 when he was 18, and Max in 2015 at only 17 years old. It was then easy for you to connect the dots as to why Max had been part of the drivers – mostly along with Charles Leclerc – that grew attached to the young British.

Max had the tendency to see himself in the young and promising drivers who were stepping into the F1 world at a young age. He would always remember the way he experienced it, despite the bittersweet memories that would sometimes make their way back into Max’s mind. You didn’t know him at the time; having only heard bits and pieces from around the paddock during the years that followed. But a couple months after you started dating Max a few years ago, he had told you about his first seasons in F1 and how they impacted him.

So when Max first told you about Ollie, you knew that you would be meeting him as soon as you would enter the paddock for the next race – which happened during the following grand prix when Max almost dragged you to the Ferrari garage to meet his and Charles’s protege. What you never told Max however was that he surprisingly never seemed to mind engaging with the ‘enemy’ whenever it involved a certain Monegasque.

Obviously, you’d had no choice but to also grow attached to Ollie back then. Max had been right: the kid was sweet, polite, funny, and full of potential. Having followed F2 from afar, you then became slightly more involved as you began to support the Brit and even came to visit him in his garage when F1 and F2 races happened during the same weekends.

You thought that’d be it.

Oh, how you were wrong. One grid kid was apparently not enough for Max. Because as soon as he saw how you were interacting with Ollie, he decided to introduce you to his other ‘hidden’ kids. Even though you were familiar with the Red Bull and Racing Bulls drivers, you had never paid much attention to the rest of their little family i.e. the juniors.

Therefore, the next time Max had been forced asked to film some content with the entire Red Bull family, he had made you come along with him.

“You’ll have fun! Don’t worry about them, they’ll love you.” Max had been weirdly excited about this meeting, and it didn’t take much time to understand why.

You ended up meeting Isack – F2 driver and Racing Bulls reserve driver, Liam – Red Bull reserve driver, as well as Amna and Hamda – the two sisters that raced together in F1 Academy. Watching them all film videos together, you had seen how comfortable the younger drivers felt around Max and how at ease he seemed too. He had smiled the entire time he was talking with them, and you couldn’t help the heartwarming feeling in your chest.

“So?” Max had asked you once you were back into a more private setting, just the two of you.

“It was fun, yeah.” No use in lying, the kids had been great and the whole team made you feel included during breaks.

As you hadn’t been looking at Max when answering him, this meant that you’d missed the way his grin got bigger and how he even did a celebratory fist pump, satisfied with your reply.

So once again, you’d had no choice but to keep in touch with everyone. You hadn’t expected them to enjoy being around you, but it seemed like Max had told them about you and they had surprisingly been excited to meet you.

So now, you had four other kids along with Ollie. And if you thought this time that was it, you were still wrong.

…..

Fast forward to the last few races of 2024, Liam had officially joined the F1 grid due to the departure of Daniel Ricciardo and Isack was promoted to Red Bull reserve driver. This meant that you were seeing him more often than ever as you were thus spending the races in the same garage. So whenever you and Max were in there, you could be sure that Isack wouldn’t take long before joining you two.

Then, it happened. At the end of the year, the entire grid for the next season had been confirmed: six rookies would be racing in 2025. Amongst them, three were already your unofficial grid kids and you had a feeling deep down that Max wouldn’t waste any time in quickly adopting the other three.

With no surprise, it happened before the season even began.

Every year, the FIA organised a photoshoot that aimed at introducing the drivers before the pre-season testing. You knew it wasn’t Max’s most liked event, but at this point, anything was better than the F1 75 Live that Max had been forced requested to attend the previous week. And when you watched some behind-the-scenes from the photoshoot, the smile that appeared on your face could only be described as amused and loving.

Seeing all the rookies flock to Max as they were done taking pictures made you chuckle. But what was even better was the amount of reposts and comments, even by the official Red Bull Tiktok account – you loved the admin. People were so supportive and positively responsive to the scene, most of them now qualifying Max as a ‘grid mum’ to all the rookies. And you knew Max loved it. When you had dinner with him later that day, you wasted no time telling him about it, showing him a couple funny videos about it. It was hard then, not to notice the way Max’s eyes softened as he realised how much the rookies looked up to him.

It wasn’t surprising though. Max was a four-time World Champion, with a hundred race wins and God knows how many podiums under his belt. He had broken tons of records since the beginning of his career, so it felt natural that the rookies were drawn to him.

Even though the media and other drivers at the time had always felt threatened by ‘Mad Max’ as they highlighted his aggressive and reckless driving, you – and the rookies as well – had always just admired his resilience and determination to get to where he currently was in his racing career. Sure, he could be intimidating. But the Max that all the people close to him were used to seeing could only ever be described as caring and silly.

Now if you were counting well, Max was now a proud father of six – Liam, Isack, Ollie, Kimi, Gabriel, and Jack. It would’ve been eight if the Al Qubaisi sisters were still racing in F1 Academy; but even though you wouldn’t see them that often anymore, they were still your girls more than they were Max’s.

And you thought the same would’ve been applied to Max’s new boys. You weren’t really familiar with them, maybe having exchanged a smile and greetings once or twice. But it seemed like they had already taken you for granted simply because you were Max’s girlfriend. You hadn’t expected it at all, and the surprise was obvious when Ollie came up to you on Media Day during the first grand prix of the season, Kimi and Gabriel lingering behind him. You had simply been drinking a juice in front of the Red Bull hospitality, before standing to greet the drivers.

“Hi boys!” You said as they approached you. You gave Ollie a quick hug and ruffled his hair. “Doing alright for your first weekend?”

They all nodded – Kimi and Gabriel were visibly nervous to talk with you, while Ollie quickly kept the conversation going.

“I’m glad we’ve all raced here before in F2”, Ollie explained. “Makes things easier than a whole new track that we’ve never been on.”

“Yeah, makes sense.” You turned to the two others, wanting to include them. “Are you confident on this track?”

“Hmm… Not my favourite memory, racing here. Got two DNFs last year so we’ll see if I have better luck this year.” Gabriel shrugged as if feigning indifference, but you could see that his past results in Melbourne were stressing him a bit more than he let on.

“It’s fifty-fifty for me, I’d say.” Kimi scratched the back of his neck. “I DNFed too for the Sprint, but got close to a podium in the Feature race so I’ll be hoping for the second one to happen this weekend.”

“I think Isack was the luckiest one of us there last year. He actually won the two races but got a penalty in the Sprint so only the Feature counted,” Ollie reminded.

“Well, you’re all in F1 now!” You told them with a smile. “Everything has been reset and we’re starting anew so don’t worry about the bad results of the past. Obviously it’s an experience that’ll be helpful for you to do better, but it’s a whole other racing category for you now. I’ll be cheering for all of you so just do your best and that’ll be more than enough to be proud of yourselves in the end!”

The three drivers all thanked you, glad for the support you were showing them. This was then, that you realised something.

“Did y’all want to see Max by the way? Sorry if I took up your time, I actually have no idea where he is.” You looked down at your wrist to see the time. “Haven’t seen him since he went to the press conference.”

“No, it’s you we wanted to see.” Ollie said it so casually that you almost didn’t believe it.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“Yeah,” Ollie nodded in confirmation. “Kimi and Gabriel wanted to meet you, so I brought them here. Jack wanted too, but I lost him somehow”

“Oh…” You didn’t know what to say. The rookies actually seeking you out in order to meet you was definitely not your bingo card. The only thing you were sure of, is that it made your smile widen with this knowledge. “Well, that’s really sweet of you both. I wanted to meet you too so I would’ve for sure come to see you at one point during the weekend. Max talks a lot about y’all so I don’t think I had any choice but to see why for myself eventually.”

“That’s why we’re here!” Kimi immediately exclaimed with a smile on his face. “Max is always mentioning your name at least once or twice in every conversation.”

“Which we sometimes don’t know how he does”, Gabriel added.

“Yeah, I get you. He has that tendency of being able to link anything and anyone to his current topic, but you get used to it.” You shrugged with a chuckle. “Do you want to sit with me then?” You offered them. “I could use the company, other than my drink.”

The rookies excitedly nodded at your proposition, gladly sitting at the table where you’d been for the past hour or so. They were surprised when you asked them what they wanted to drink – “my treat”, you said – but gave you their respective orders before you left to go back inside the Red Bull hospitality and get their drinks. As soon as you left, Ollie turned to his friends with a satisfied smile.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow at them, clearly expecting something.

“She’s so nice, I think I could cry. It’s obvious why she and Max are together”, Gabriel said.

“Max is definitely the lucky one”, Kimi argued. “Thank you so much Ollie! This is almost making me wanna join Red Bull just to spend time with her.”

“Yeah, thanks!” Gabriel added.

“You’re both welcome”, Ollie replied with a proud smile. “And don’t ever join Red Bull for her, please. She’s actually their biggest hater and only tolerates them for Max, to be honest. She’d rather have you in another team just so she has an excuse to go to another garage.”

“Wow, okay…” Kimi had a hard time believing that; but then after thinking about it for a few seconds, he realised why you’d prefer to be anywhere else than around Christian Horner, and Helmut Marko, and occasionally Jos Verstappen. “No, yeah. Makes sense, actually.”

Gabriel nodded in agreement. He was about to ask something else to Ollie, but cut himself short when he saw that you were coming back to the table.

You put down the drinks, and gave each one to its rightful owner.

“Enjoy!” They thanked you before you started talking again. “If there’s one thing that’s making me spend time here other than Max, it’s the food and drinks”. You were almost whispering as if sharing your biggest secret. “Thank God you’re all in different teams by the way; I will absolutely have the time of my life going around the paddock every weekend.”

Exchanging smiles, the racing trio had to suppress their laughs. This was exactly what Ollie had told Kimi and Gabriel mere minutes before, and the Brit gave them a look as if to say ‘I-told-you-so’.

You didn’t even notice the discreet exchange between them, as you sipped on a new drink you had gotten yourself and kept going on.

“So if one of you ever needs me to cheer you on, I’ll be glad to infiltrate whatever hospitality. Though I’ll stop by anyway at least once during the weekend.”

If there was one thing the three rookies could agree on, without a single word coming out of their mouths, is that they were never getting rid of you. Hell, they’d probably choose you over Max if you kept being this nice and welcoming towards them. If he were being honest, Ollie had made this choice long ago: first he’d obviously go for Charles, but between you and Max? He had long decided that you’d have his custody over your boyfriend, and he was right in thinking that it’d be the same for the rest of the rookies.

…..

You’d been talking with Ollie, Kimi, and Gabriel for almost an hour when Max came to find you. He hadn’t expected the rookies to be there, but it actually warmed his heart to know that you were getting along well with them.

“Having fun?” He asked, putting a hand on the back of your chair, his eyes softening at the sight of the young drivers in front of him.

They all replied that they were, the smile widening on their faces.

“Your girlfriend is so cool, Max!” Kimi stated.

“I know, kid. She’s even cooler than me sometimes”, Max chuckled.

“Only sometimes?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you have four championships under your name?” Max immediately questioned. When your mouth went agape at that, Max laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’d win even more than me if you were in the car.”

“You better be, Verstappen. And of course I’d win so many more races than you!” You gave him a competitive look. “In another car, obviously. Red Bull isn’t the best anymore,” you added with a smirk.

“I’d like to see you try”, he playfully challenged. “If Christian heard you, he would ban you from the garage I think.”

“Good think I don’t care, then? I have plenty of other choices,” you claimed as you gestured towards the rookies who were still there, silently observing the funny conversation between their grid parents. “Haas” – you pointed at Ollie – “Sauber” – you pointed at Gabriel – “and even Mercedes!” You finished by pointing at Kimi.

The trio all agreed that they would welcome you with open arms, each of them arguing that their team would suit you the best.

After talking for a few more minutes, you then noticed that it was getting quite late for all of you to still be at the track on media day. You all went back to the main parking, before Max and you bid the rookies goodbye. You wished them luck one more time for the weekend, assuring them that you’d come by their respective garage.

Now in the car with Max, you almost found the silence to be too… quiet. Only the soft sound of the engine could be heard while Max was driving you both back to your hotel.

“Say it”, Max demanded with a sigh.

“What?” You looked at him, confused.

“I know what you’re thinking, so say it.” If his tone could indicate that Max was annoyed by your apparently loud thoughts, you knew better as you were certain a ghost of a smile was showing on his lips. When you stayed silent, Max took the matter in his own hands. “You miss them already, don’t you?”

“Is it so bad?” You asked. “They were so sweet, Max!”

“I won’t blame you”, Max reassured. “They can be quite…”

“Endearing?” You finished his sentence.

“Yeah”, Max nodded. “It’s kinda hard not to grow attached to them, even during a short span of time.”

“I knew you had a heart deep down!” You teased with a chuckle.

“How could you ever doubt that?” Max looked at you for a split second before focusing back on the road. “You’ve had it since the day we met.”

The way Max had uttered those words was so casual and natural, you didn’t know what to reply to that. The smile he had given you was one of those that he had always reserved for you – the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, but was still full of emotions, full of love.

Not hearing you talk back, Max laughed while you were a blushing mess. Even after several years together, he would still find ways to silent you with a single sentence. Even his compliments would sometimes still make you flustered like crazy, similar to when you had first started dating him.

“You’re alright?” Max eventually wondered, almost worried by your silence.

“I am, I am… You just can’t say shit like that, man.” You looked at him from the corner of your eye, still blushing a bit.

“Don’t call me man”, Max sighed.

“What? Why?” You chuckled. “Would you prefer ‘mate’ or ‘bro’?”

“God, no… Let’s keep that for my work colleagues, not to be used by my girlfriend. Thank you very much”, he sarcastically added.

“Noted… mate.”

Max glanced at you with a look that was saying ‘really?’ and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He didn’t even try one more second to pretend to be mad at you, simply laughing along.

Those were the moments you cherished the most with Max. Sure, you always loved to see him on track – aggressive and all serious, almost ordering the team around whenever he made his own strategy. On-track Max was the hottest version of himself if you were being honest. But nothing could beat those precious moments, when it was just the two of you and he was simply a regular guy spending time with his girlfriend – whom he was very much in love with.

…..

However, it seemed that now, there was maybe another type of moment that could compete with yours and Max’s alone time: spending time with Max, and the rookies you had somehow ended up all adopting.

It had only taken one race.

One race that hadn’t been the luckiest for them, unfortunately. Isack, Jack, Liam, and Gabriel had all DNFed the Australian Grand Prix. Ollie had finished P14, which was actually last when considering the six DNFs that happened. Only Kimi had had a great race, finishing fourth on his debut.

Even though Max had finished second and you could’ve been pleasantly celebrating his podium with just the two of you, he didn’t have the heart to refuse your request when you asked him if you could go out with the rookies and treat them to a nice meal. So here you were: Max, you, and your grid kids, having dinner together at a local restaurant that Oscar had recommended to you.

And watching your boyfriend interact with the young drivers, you couldn’t help the recurring thought that had already crossed your mind several times in the past: Max Verstappen would be such a great dad.

Unbeknownst to you, Max was having a similar opinion when watching you gentle parent the rookies as your hidden mother instinct was making its appearance: you would make such a good mother, and he couldn’t wait until the day he was ready to make you both parents.

For now, you’d both be training with your six grid kids. And one day, you’d put that into practice with yours and Max’s own child.

..........

Hope you enjoyed this!! It was my 1st time writing for max (after avoiding it for so long bc i was super scared of not doing him justice)

This is mostly written for my own happiness bc i have literally adopted the rookies back when they were in f2 (except liam and jack) so i feel even more invested in their career now that they reached f1 and I'm just so so proud of them for making it to that point😔

If I'm being honest, my fav rookie is ollie but i have a soft spot for isack bc I'm french and i can't help but supporting him🤍 don't hesitate to tell me who your fav rookie is in the coms and what you thought of the fic!!

Stay safe, take care of yourselves, be happy, i love y'all xx

[salemahn]

Max's ducklings

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Max one-shot with the rookies. If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

The first time you jokingly referred to the rookies as yours and Max’s ‘kids,’ it had been just that—a joke. A harmless, offhand comment made while watching Kimi tail Max through the paddock like a lost puppy. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but then Gabriel had started tagging along too, and soon, Oliver was trailing after them both.

It became a running gag between you and Max. Every time you saw one of them lingering near your boyfriend, you’d nudge him and whisper, “Your sons are waiting for you.” Max would roll his eyes, grumble something in Dutch under his breath, and pretend not to care. But over time, the joke started feeling a little too real.

You were the one who noticed it first. Max would casually check on them in the garage, making sure they had everything they needed. He’d offer Kimi a few words of advice about tyre management, remind Gabriel to stay out of trouble on the track, and even critique Isack’s qualifying performance like a strict but well-meaning father. And it wasn’t just them—Liam, Oliver, and Jack, who had already taken their first steps in F1, had somehow joined the ever-growing group.

“They’re not my kids,” Max insisted one evening after a race, arms crossed as you teased him about it. “They’re grown men. They don’t need parents.”

You smirked, sipping from your drink. “Oh, really? Then why did you tell Kimi not to overwork his tires like that again? And why did you give Gabriel that pep talk about confidence? And why did you tell Isack to ignore the media when they criticized him?”

Max scowled, grumbling into his beer. “They’re just young. They need guidance.”

“They need parents,” you corrected playfully. “And, like it or not, you’ve become a dad.”

Max groaned dramatically, but he didn’t argue.

The paddock caught on quickly. Social media was soon flooded with memes about ‘Papa Max’ and his ‘ducklings.’ A particularly viral post had an edited picture of Max and you, your faces photoshopped onto a mother and father goose, with Kimi, Gabriel, Isack, Liam, Oliver, and Jack waddling behind you. Even Christian Horner joined in on the joke one day, patting Max on the back and saying, “How’s fatherhood treating you?”

You expected Max to brush it off, maybe even get annoyed. Instead, he just sighed and muttered, “Exhausting.”

The real shift came after a particularly rough race weekend for Isack. He had made a mistake during the race and spun out, leading to a wave of criticism online. Pundits started questioning if he was even good enough for F1, and some of the comments were downright cruel. Normally, Max stayed out of these things. He rarely engaged in media debates that didn’t involve him directly. But that day, in the middle of a press conference, a journalist brought up Isack’s struggles, asking Max if he thought the young driver was cut out for the sport.

Max’s response was immediate. “Isack is a talented driver. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t. It’s easy to sit behind a screen and criticize, but racing at this level is incredibly difficult. He’s learning, like all of us did when we started.” He leaned forward slightly, gaze sharp. “Maybe people should stop expecting rookies to be perfect and let them grow.”

Your phone buzzed almost instantly with messages. ‘DAD MODE ACTIVATED’ read one from Lando. Another from Liam simply had a bunch of crying emojis.

When you saw Max later that evening, you couldn’t help but tease him. “I think that was the most dad-like thing you’ve ever done.”

Max groaned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please. You defended him like a protective father.” You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I think deep down, you love your little ducklings.”

He huffed, but there was no real irritation in it. “I just don’t like seeing young drivers get ripped apart when they’re trying their best.”

You grinned. “Uh-huh. Sure. And next, you’ll be giving them bedtime stories.”

“If they stop making stupid mistakes, maybe.”

From that moment on, Max stopped fighting the joke. He still pretended to be exasperated when the rookies stuck to him like glue, but he never turned them away. When Liam had a tough weekend, Max was the first to check in on him. When Kimi finally had a strong race, Max clapped him on the back and muttered, “See? Told you it’d come.”

One day, as you watched the six young drivers standing around Max, hanging onto his every word as he gestured animatedly about car setups, you smiled to yourself. He’d never admit it, but Max had fully embraced the role.

Later that evening, as you two walked back to the motorhome, you leaned into him with a grin. “So, how does it feel to be a dad?”

Max groaned, shaking his head. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He sighed, glancing back over his shoulder toward where the rookies still lingered in the paddock. “Fine. Maybe… maybe it’s not so bad.”

You grinned, slipping your hand into his. “Our little family.”

[salemahn]

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“Doll, I think I’m dying.”

Greaseball has been in recovery for maybe a day, and Dinah doesn’t think she’s ever seen someone be quite so dramatic about a few blown valves.

Unsurprisingly, this isn’t even the first time Greaseball has been hurt in such a way; if she doesn’t blow something, break a coupler, or misalign a wheel after a particularly intense race it’s a miracle, and without a doubt she will complain. Today, she’s propped up in her bunk, breath rattling through new, too-clean pipes following her chest having taken the brunt of a head on collision with another engine and having to have most of her ventilation system replaced.

It’s not that Dinah doesn’t enjoy waiting on her hand and wheel, it’s just that, well, Greaseball isn’t the best patient; she knows she can’t really take care of herself, but the last thing she wants to do is show physical weakness, so just spends her time being miserable.

“I’m sure you’re not, sugar,” Dinah repeats for what is maybe the fourth time in the past half an hour, “didn’t the repair truck fix you up good and proper?”

“I don’t think they did a very good job,” Greaseball mutters, crossing her arms over her chest with a hiss before unfolding them again, “this sucks, everything hurts-“

“The mechanics said it would hurt for a bit, remember?” Dinah says with a sigh, unable to help the creeping smile across her face, “just whilst the connecting points ease, yeah?”

“I know,” Greaseball grumbles, frown deeply set on her face, and holds her hand out to take Dinah’s as Dinah perches on the edge of the bunk, “‘just sucks, I can’t even go and train like this, if I fuck up a leg I can at least still do arms, but I can’t even-“

As if to demonstrate, she attempts weakly to raise her arms above her shoulders, and the creaking of fresh joints cracks through the silence of the shed like an earthquake. After a second her arms collapse again into her lap and she lets out a groan of frustration, chest heaving slightly as the new fixings settle.

“See?”

Admittedly, it doesn’t sound good at all; Dinah’s seen and heard her share of Greaseball’s injuries, and this is definitely one of the worse ones judging by the crunch of metal upon metal that screeches as she shifts. Dinah knows it hurts - damage that severe would hurt any member of the rolling stock, not just an engine - but bless, Greaseball has such a way of letting the world know.

“I see,” Dinah confirms gently, and wraps her hands delicately around Greaseball’s, as if squeezing too hard could shatter her, “it’ll pass soon, honey, I promise.”

The resounding whine of impatience from Greaseball is both expected and painful, and Dinah can but smile supportively as Greaseball slips down the bed. Like this, she looks so small, not like the big, tough image of a champion engine she presents usually, and if Dinah wasn’t afraid of hurting her further she would happily scoop Greaseball up into her arms; her old yardmaster used to say that everything was easier with a warm pair of arms around you, but the last thing she wanted to do was make it worse.

Then Greaseball looks up at her through her long lashes, dark circles from exhaustion sickly in the poor lighting, and Dinah’s resolve threatens to break just that little bit more-

“Can- uh, doll, can I-?” Greaseball stutters, eyes darting away as a dandelion flush settles on pallid cheeks, “could you like, I dunno, hold me?”

How is she meant to say no?

Without saying anything, she kicks off her wheels and wiggles out of her skirt, Greaseball weakly throwing back the corner of the duvet for Dinah to clamber in next to her. Almost immediately she crumples against Dinah’s side, eyebrows furrowed and mouth fixed in a deep pout, but as Dinah wraps her arms gently around her shoulders she exhales deeply, features easing just the slightest bit.

“I’ve got you, sugar,” Dinah whispers gently, and presses a kiss into the crown of Greaseball’s head, “you don’t have to be tough if you don’t want to.”

The responding mutter from Greaseball is inaudible, but the way she relaxes into Dinah’s arms tells her all she needs to know.

[salemahn]

𝟏-𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏-𝐌𝐄-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐜𝐥. 𝟏𝟔

summary: fans notice that charles’ cars are suddenly being parked perfectly. come to find out, his (secret) girlfriend has been parking his ferrari like butter.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!poc!reader

smau (ignore dates on tweets pls). fluff & humor. explicit language. two or three uses of "y/n." charles’ canonically questionable parking. reader goes undercover on f1twt. charles gets cyberbullied /jk? secret agent roleplay? (don't ask, it'll make sense, maybe). big thx to the girlies on twt who had threads of charles' bad parking photos ;p

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚ this is like mid-level charles leclerc stan knowledge. bro put all of his skill points into racepace and forgot about parking his daily cars 😭 enjoy reading, my loves xxx

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f1fanpagemonaco the planets must be in alignment because charles leclerc has perfectly parked his ferrari this afternoon 😱

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user1 i-i can't believe my eyes 😧

user2 it's only taken him a decade to learn how to parallel park LOL

user3 monaco native here! can confirm- his cars have decreased cosplaying as road obstructions for about three months :)

user4 THREE MONTHS ??!!? how is this the first time i'm hearing about this ???

user5 i don't believe this. did anybody SEE him park the car 🤨🤨🤨

user6 we're going to find out this photo was ai generated in a couple weeks haha

user7 take this down !!! we're supposed to keep this on the dl to avoid jinxing ourselves 🤬

user8 fr, i thought every monegasque was in agreement about staying hushed :(

user9 after almost flying over the hood of his cars TWICE on my bicycle- i'm glad that he's improving his parking skills ☺️

user9 HIS BROTHERS AND FRIENDS IN THE LIKES IS EVEN CRAZIER??! CHARLES STAND UP FOR YOURSELF ⁉️⁉️

user8 didn't you just say that you almost crashed into his (badly) parked car in the comment above ? user9 i fail to see how that's relevant rn

user10 charles woke up saying "i understand it now" and performed the best parallel parking known to man

user11 y'all are getting ahead of yourselves. there's a very high chance that it was valet parking 🙄

user5 this is what i'm saying!!! user12 lol what if he decided to hire a private driver 🤣 user13 charles would neverrrrr—remember how he acted on the start-stop challenge we Carlos 👀 user14 he DOES NOT serve passenger princess ☠️

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imessage • charles -> yn

twitter • @ cl16sleftnipple -> yn's undercover fan acct

imessage • yn -> charles

igstory • charles_leclerc has uploaded !

[caption; she accepts watching sunsets on a yacht as a form of payment 😉]

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igstory • yninstagram has uploaded to their close friends story !

[caption; if anyone is looking for a chauffeur call me at 1-800-HELP-ME-PARK 😅]

franciscacgomes u have to take me on a joyride the next time i'm in monaco !!!

yninstagram yes! we'll ditch the boys for the day and collect some speeding tickets with the stradale ;p

yourfriend do you do weddings 👀

yninstagram weddings, birthdays, bachelor & bachelorette parties, etc. yourfriend how much do you charge? yninstagram 4 cheeseburger

charles_leclerc i thought i hired you for your exclusivity 😑

yninstagram shh mon amour you'll always be my favorite client xoxo

olliebearman if i get him for secret santa next year, i'm gifting him parking lessons 😆

yninstagram you'd be my favorite child if you did 🛐 olliebearman :DDD

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f1fanpagemonaco charles leclerc posts and deletes a photo of an unknown woman to his instagram story in the midst of a rampant discussion of his suddenly improved parking! it's captioned: "she accepts watching sunsets on a yacht as a form of payment." was this an accidental post of the rumored chauffeur that's behind the perfect parking of his vehicles?

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user17 the winky face emoji is making me think she's more than just his chauffeur 👀👀👀

user18 we really do need to open the schools :/

user19 bc how do you read the caption and not see that it's blatant confirmation that he's hired a driver?

user20 i don't even have to see behind that champagne flute to know that she's a baddie 😮‍💨

user21 now that i think about it, i think i saw a woman with this exact outfit walking a dachshund that could’ve been leo!!! wish we could see more of her face to confirm ☹️

user22 does anybody else think that this was just meant to distract us from the original issue of charles being unable to park a car???

user23 talk about it!!! user24 i mean it doesn't really matter if he can park anymore now that he's paying somebody to do it for him 🤷‍♀️

twitter • @ cl16sleftnipple -> yn's undercover fan acct

imessage • yn -> charles

instagram • f1fanpagemonaco

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f1fanpagemonaco the plot thickens 😱 the woman rumored to be charles leclerc's chauffer was caught parking his car and taking a photo afterward! this confirms her chauffeur status AND leads many to think that she's also the woman behind @/cl16sleftnipple on twitter. our discord members have hunted down what may be her instagram account too 🧐

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user25 why do i feel so violated!!! his chauffeur has been a double agent the entire time 🤯

user26 tbh charles better be paying her beautifully !!!

user27 iktr bc i would not try to convince everybody on the internet that he can park when it's really me doing all the work!

user28 i think i'm in love with her

user29 who is this diva 💜

user30 next thing you know we're gonna find out she has a tumblr for f1 ff's 😭😭😭

user31 i think somebody is leaking the plot to the next trending netflix original movie 👄

user32 lwk i think i could convince her to drive me around in my prius 🤥

user33 you forget how to speak around hot women and only have $12.32 in your checking acct—you couldn't even convince her to breathe the same air as you bestie 😘 user32 i know you like to think that calling me bestie after reading me to filth will make up for it, but it just makes me want to strangle you even more :)

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charles_leclerc if you're going to reveal who cl16sleftnipple is, at least get her job title correct 😠 she's not my chauffeur, she's my girlfriend and parking princess 👸🏾🤗😘🥰🤭🤤😚

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yninstagram can you believe that he doesn't like when i drive but he BEGS me to park ??? make it make sense 😅

charles_leclerc ma chérie you REFUSE to use the break pedal!!! yninstagram break pedals are 4 losers (i am speed 🏎)

user35 GIRLFRIEND???!!! 😵‍💫😵👻

user36 when you say girlfriend, do you mean that she's a friend who happens to be a girl orrrrrrrrrr?

charles_leclerc orrrrr girlfriend meaning l'amour de ma vie 🥰🥰🥰

user37 two pretty people in a happy relationship? 2025 isn't so bad 😌

user36 maybe the world is healing 🥹 user37 maybe charles leclerc wdc 2025 🫣 yninstagram pls don't jinx it 😩 go knock on wood rn 🫵🏾

user38 why did she go with "cl16sleftnipple" as her username???

yninstagram because it's my favorite one obv 😇 charles_leclerc what's wrong with my right nipple :(((( yninstagram idk it just looks at me weird sometimes... user38 how does a body part look at you weirdly 😀

user39 oh, this baddie is weird? say less, i'm sending her my credit card information rn

user40 charles leclerc core LMFAOOO

user41 waiiiiitttt does this mean she's not gonna use her fan acct anymore :(

user42 aw man i didn't even think about that; i was constantly on twt just to see what funny shit she was saying lol yninstagram if the people want more of cl16sleftnipple who am i to deny them 😌👐🏾

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yninstagram AITA for saving the citizens of monaco by parking my (25 F) boyfriend's (27 M) cars for him because he's incapable of fitting within two lines without being a road hazard?

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yourfriend TLDR: she lost the plot by starting a fan twt to try and save her bf's reputation (who's notoriously known for his shit parking) it backfired bc everybody thought she was his chauffeur

yourfriend (cont.) now charles has to suffer with the world knowing that he has his gf position his cars AND that he still can't park charles_leclerc this wasn't necessary 😒 yourfriend is that what you said when it was time to learn how to parallel park ☠️

lilymhe reminds me of the time charles blocked traffic picking you up from brunch last year 😆

franciscacgomes i remember when the honks started and yn was like "oh, that probably means charles is here!" lilyzneimer first brunch i went to with the wags and i left with tinnitus from the sound of car horns blaring 🥲 yninstagram sorry little lily! next meet up will be honk free :) yninstagram ...was v embarrassing to get into the car that's blocking traffic 🫠

oscarpiastri NTA 👍🏻

oscarpiastri is now a good time to say that charles almost backed his car into me before padel yesterday? charles_leclerc NO IT WILL NEVER BE A GOOD TIME TO SAY THAT yninstagram mb the electric scooter wasn't such a bad idea…

maxverstappen1 NTA 😹😹😹

lando thinking about how much money charles loses to parking fines 🤣

olliebearman not to pray on his downfall but

olliebearman when his license gets suspended can i get the spider 🥺 arthurleclerc NUH UH 🙅🏻‍♂️ i get the spider and you get the sf90 oscarpiastri i'll take the daytona then 👍🏻 pierregasly i think i can make room for the roma 😌 charles_leclerc yeah this isn't praying, it's PLANNING on my downfall 😒😒😒

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Drunk in Love

Max Verstappen x fiancée!Reader

Summary: in which Max gets drunk, forgets that the two of you are literally engaged, confesses his love for you, and then gets reminded that his ring is on your finger … in that order

Based on this request

The lights from Jimmy’z spill out onto the sidewalk, a dizzying kaleidoscope of reds, purples, and blues. You stand just outside, arms crossed, as your phone buzzes for the third time in five minutes. It’s Daniel this time.

“Hey,” he says, voice just slightly too cheerful to be innocent. “So, uh, Max is-”

“I’m already here.”

“Oh, perfect. He’s …” Daniel hesitates, and you can practically see him scratching the back of his neck. “He’s just a little … spirited tonight.”

Spirited. That’s one way to put it.

You hang up before he can add anything else and glance toward the club entrance. Max stumbles out a few seconds later, propped up by Lando, who looks like he’s trying not to laugh. Max’s head lolls to the side, and when he spots you, his entire face lights up like you’ve just walked out of a movie.

“Hey!” He yells, voice loud enough to make a couple passing tourists glance over. “It’s you!”

You sigh, stepping forward to take him off Lando’s hands. “Thanks,” you mutter to the younger driver, who just grins.

“Good luck,” Lando says, clapping you on the shoulder before disappearing back into the club.

Max leans heavily on you, his arm slung over your shoulders. “You came for me,” he says, slurring slightly. “You’re like an angel. My angel.”

“Uh-huh,” you deadpan, guiding him toward the car. “Let’s get you home, Max.”

He stops abruptly, digging his heels into the pavement. “No, wait.”

You look up at him, exasperated. “What?”

“I need to tell you something.”

“Can it wait until we’re in the car?”

“No!” He insists, voice rising. “It’s important.”

You glance around, feeling the curious stares of a few people lingering nearby. “Okay, fine. What is it?”

Max wobbles slightly, gripping your arm like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His eyes are glassy but serious as he looks at you. “I’m in love with you.”

You blink. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeats, louder this time. Then, almost conspiratorially, he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Like, really love you. You’re … you’re perfect.”

“Max …” You hesitate, unsure how to respond.

“No, listen!” He says, pulling back to look at you. “You don’t understand. I’ve been in love with you for … forever. But I didn’t know how to say it, and now it’s too late, because you probably think I’m some idiot who-”

“Max,” you interrupt, placing a hand on his chest to steady him. “We’re engaged.”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“We’re engaged,” you repeat, holding up your left hand where the ring glints under the streetlights.

Max stares at it like he’s never seen it before. “No way.”

“Yes, way.”

His face splits into a grin so wide it’s almost childlike. “No. Way.”

“Yes, Max. We’re literally engaged. Have been for months.”

He takes your hand in his, squinting at the ring. “Holy shit. That’s a nice ring.”

You snort despite yourself. “You picked it.”

“I did?” He looks genuinely astonished.

“Yes, you did. And you cried when I said yes, remember?”

“I cried?”

“Like a baby.”

He lets out a delighted laugh, the kind that starts in his chest and bubbles all the way up. “I’m a genius,” he declares, throwing his arms in the air. “I got you to say yes!”

“Yes, Maxie. You did.”

He pulls you into a hug, nearly knocking you off balance. “I’m so lucky,” he mumbles into your hair. “Like, stupid lucky.”

“You’re also stupid drunk,” you point out, but there’s no bite to your words.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes wide and earnest. “Do you love me?”

You laugh softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Of course I love you, you idiot.”

He beams at you, his happiness so pure it’s almost contagious. “Good. That’s good. Because I’m going to marry you.”

“Yes, Max. You are.”

“And I’m never going to mess it up.”

“Not if you keep calling me to pick you up from clubs at two in the morning.”

He looks horrified. “Wait, did I call you?”

“No,” you admit, “Daniel did.”

Max groans, burying his face in his hands. “That traitor.”

“Come on,” you say, tugging him toward the car. “Let’s get you home before you pass out on the sidewalk.”

As you help him into the passenger seat, he grabs your hand again, his grip surprisingly firm. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he says, his voice softer now.

“I know,” you reply, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

He closes his eyes, a contented smile playing on his lips. “I’m going to marry the hell out of you,” he murmurs as you buckle him in.

You shake your head, climbing into the driver’s seat. “You already are.”

And as you pull away from the curb, he’s still grinning like he’s just won the championship all over again.

[salemahn]

i’m not sure where i read someone saying it (maybe a fic? not sure) but i remember this idea that greaseball actually prefers little spoon bc it’s similar to the feeling of a car hooking up behind an engine and like!! Yes!! need more of that idea!! like her only being able to sleep if dinah’s behind her, like she associates racing (her happy place) with the feeling of dinah against her back and so that extends to all aspects of life.

a/n: OMG yeah i think i remember reading that!! that’s genuinely adorable

Little Spoon Greaseball

sfw, no warnings!

Personally I think the two of them switch around depending on who wants to be the big/little spoon, but I think Greaseball does usually want to be the little spoon.

Having Dinah at her back is comforting because it reminds her of racing yes, but also because that way Dinah’s back is to the wall, and she is therefore safe. It serves two purposes for Greaseball.

She can’t fully relax without Dinah’s arms looped around her waist and her face nuzzled between her shoulder blades

Dinah draws pictures with her fingertip on Greaseball’s back when she starts to get sleepy, and it knocks both of them out faster than lightning

They always watch reruns of a cooking show Dinah loves, Greaseball doesn’t care much about the content of what’s on, she just likes noise, but Dinah sleepily rambles about the recipe into the side of her neck, occasionally taking a second to breathe and probably bite her girlfriend

Greaseball usually will start out holding Dinah in her lap, that’s her second favorite way to cuddle, but as they get sleepy, they shift so that they’re spooning.

GB will Always wake up if Dinah leaves to get up and go to the bathroom or get a drink, the loss of her girlfriend’s prescence wakes her up and sends her into a little panic

She goes out, finds Dinah and carries her back to bed so she can fall back to sleep

Dinah’s always needed someone or something to hug while she sleeps so this arrangement works well for her too, she used to use a giant teddy bear GB got her before they moved in together, but now Greaseball IS her teddy bear

Hope you enjoyed! I can’t remember the fic I read about this but I think we read the same one lol :))

As always requests are open!! I will be going back to college soon so I may take a lil longer getting to requests but I should still be pretty on top of it so feel free to send them!

[salemahn]

gb being a soft drunk? getting home from celebrating the latest win and dinahs expecting her to be loud and annoying but she’s pretty timid and affectionate?

a/n: wait this is precious 🥲🥲

Cuddly Greasey

sfw, warnings: alcohol use, i think that’s it

Dinah wasn’t feeling up to tonight’s post-win party, she was tired out from the race and wanted to make herself a nice meal. She encouraged Greaseball to stay and celebrate her win, and promised she’d save her some food.

Greaseball didn’t need much convincing, still on a high from the race. She kissed Dinah goodbye and let her go on her way, happy about the promise of her girlfriend’s cooking.

Later in the night, Dinah had made some food and tucked herself into the couch to watch some cooking shows when Greaseball stumbled in the door, seemingly trying to shut the door quietly.

She scanned the room once she was in and caught sight of Dinah bundled up in a soft blanket, “Hey baby, feelin’ better?” Greaseball rolled into the living room with her and crouched down clumsily next to the sofa, an oddly soft smile on her face.

Dinah, quite pleased with how sweet she was being, leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek, “Yeah, I’m all better honey, how was the party? There’s some food for you in the fridge.”

Greaseball grinned, “Party was great, missed you though, stuff’s always more fun when you’re there.” She seemed almost giddy about the quick kiss, only slurring her words a little, “For lil ol’ me? Thanks baby!” Pressing a kiss to Dinah’s lips, she stood up and made for the kitchen to heat up the food, not wanting Dinah to trouble herself getting up.

Dinah was still kind of baffled by how sweet and gentle Greaseball was being, maybe alcohol just really mellowed her out. Either way she certainly wasn’t complaining about all this extra sweetness, “Do you wanna watch Bake Off with me? I’m just starting a new season so you’ll know what’s going on.”

“Sure dollface! Be out there in a second.”

There it was again! No resistance to watching her cooking shows, no eye rolls, none of it, it was like someone had taken over her girlfriend’s body. Logically, Dinah knew alcohol made you act on feelings you already have, so Greaseball likely just felt for her like this and didn’t know how to express it sober.

Greaseball came out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch next to her, putting an arm around Dinah to pull her in close, “So what are they makin’ pretty lady?”

Dinah laughed, leaning into her girlfriend and enjoying her warmth, “Fruit tarts right now, I might make some soon.” She’d been workshopping recipes for them for weeks prior and was almost ready to make a solid batch

Excitement came over Greasey’s face, she loved when Dinah tried new recipes, though normally she kept her mouth shut about it because…well she couldn’t remember the reason, that was a bit silly, “Can I,,be there when you do?”

“Of course, is it because you want to taste test?” Dinah giggled, Greaseball seemed almost shy to ask her, cute. “Because you know that job’s reserved for you, muffin.”

“…Yeah, your baking is just so good! It’s worth breaking my diet for like…a million times.” Greaseball slurred a bit through the sentence, smiling fondly down at Dinah,

“You’re sooo pretty, baby.” Her eyes were full of wonder, staring at the coach in her arms, “so good to me too, I don’t deserve it…”

Dinah startled at those words, Greaseball never said things like that. She had voiced that she was glad for Dinah’s forgiveness, but she had Never claimed she didn’t deserve it, “Well, I don’t know if that’s true, honey, i think you do.” She hoped that was the end of that discussion, she’d prefer to do that one sober.

“I love you, Dinah.” The words were mumbled into her shoulder, but Dinah lit up, “I love you too, Greaseball.”

Greasey’s eyes went wide with happiness as she tugged Dinah in for a kiss, scooping the smaller coach into her lap as she did so, “I love kissing you, you taste really good.” She had barely pulled away from the kiss to speak, and she crashed back in for another as soon as she was done

They cuddled and kissed through at least three episodes of Bake Off, just happy being in each other’s presence. Greasey was starting to sober up, which meant she was feeling a little less open about her feelings, but knowing she got some things off her chest was helping.

Dinah had fallen asleep snuggled into her, and she practically melted into a puddle looking at her, so cozy against her engine, “I love you dollie.” Greaseball whispered, grinning while she pressed a kiss to her head and started dozing off as well, alcohol usually kept her awake, but a sleepy Dinah was like a sleeping pill, except far more snuggly.

They slept curled around each other, Bake Off still playing on the television. Greasey would probably be complaining about her neck in the morning, but right now she was so content it was evident even in her sleep.

[salemahn]

can i request soft greaseball headcanons! like she’s whining after a race when dinah won’t cuddle her because she’s busy, or she’s buying dinah cute little presents but then she’s getting too embarrassed to give them to dinah so she’s just hoarding them all

a/n: OMG YESSS this is so cute

sfw! no warnings that I know of!

Greaseball being a Big Softie (for Dinah Only)

I’ve said this before, but Greaseball needs a lot of attention/affection from Dinah, especially in private

She’s not above whining and literally carrying Dinah to bed if it means she gets cuddles!

Sleeping without Dinah in her arms is practically impossible for her. She hugs her to her chest like a teddy bear and gets hella whiny when she tries to get up in the night.

Presents!!! Greaseball sees things that remind her of Dinah everywhere, and being the racing champion, she can afford to buy them!

However she gets sooo awkward about actually giving them to Dinah even though there’s never been a time she didn’t like a present

There’s a box under their bed that’s just full of cute little trinkets she’s bought or picked up because she thought Dinah would like them but then chickened out of giving her

Dinah is cleaning one day and finds the box, she literally tears up when Greaseball explains herself because that’s just so sweet

She’ll lay down with her head in Dinah’s lap so she can get head scratches (they’re 100% her weakness, she gets so sleepy)

Greaseball purposefully leaves her fresh out of the dryer clothes out so Dinah will steal them because it makes her so giddy to see Her girl in Her clothes (she’ll never admit it’s on purpose and she acts all grumpy about it, Dinah knows better though)

On that note, she always refers to Dinah as Her Girl, very “my wife” type shit (she becomes the lesbian equivalent of a wife guy in post canon yall can fight me on this)

If Dinah asks for anything she’s like incapable of telling her no if it’s within reason

She’s kind of like a teenage boy because she does dumbass shit to try and impress Dinah

Like “babe watch this!” *does a flip and falls*

Any time Dinah needs help with something she just kind of appears like she has a 6th sense about it (like Ken in Barbie Life in The Dreamhouse 🥲)

She gets so cuddly when she’s tired, after a race, all she wants is Dinah curled up in her lap and whatever movie they agreed on playing on the tv

If Dinah is busy when she wants to cuddle, Greaseball literally just walks around hugging her while she does whatever she’s doing (she’s touch starved okay)

This was so fun to write they’re so cute lmao.

Hope you liked!! As always requests are open 💕💕

[salemahn]

can we have some more silly greasedinah hcs? or like dumbasses in love moments

ooooh yeeessss

sfw!! no warnings

Greaseball has the worst cute aggression in the WORLD dude, Dinah smiles or laughs and she just has to squish her in a hug immediately

Dinah cooks for the both of them and GB practically jumps at doing the dishes because that’s the only way Dinah lets her in the kitchen while she’s cooking

They bicker like an old married couple Constantly, everyone thinks they’re actually fighting but it’s more of a game to them, there isn’t any real hostility

Dinah refers to Greaseball’s lap as “her seat”

I can’t decide if they’re an excessive PDA couple or a no PDA couple in post canon, I doubt they’re in the in between

When Dinah sits in GB’s lap she physically can’t stop herself from poking her face and kissing all over it

it’s because her face isn’t usually at eye level so when it is she needs to get all her kisses in

She will also pull GB down to her level for kisses a lot (or make GB pick her up)

In post canon, if Dinah mentions liking/wanting something, GB writes it down and remembers it for holidays/ her birthday because she’s like Determined to give good thoughtful gifts (aw)

Dinah’s always cold because she doesn’t have an engine, so she just saps all GB’s heat by laying on her or making GB lay on her like a blanket

Greaseball will sometimes have to leave the yard for a few days for a pulling job, when she does she’ll always steal a piece of Dinah’s clothes bc they smell like her and she’s clingy

On that note Greaseball is absolutely the clingy one. Dinah Can be clingy but she’s pretty independent, Greaseball Needs to be with Dinah as much as possible, preferably touching her in some way

Hope you enjoyed! As always requests are open!

[salemahn]

i fully just see post-canon girlball as a big cat. like i think about all my greasedinah headcanons and its literally just cat behaviour. her refusing to ask for cuddles and instead just headbutting dinah until she strokes her hair. slowly knocking shit over while looking dinah straight in the eye when she's annoyed. curling up in weird places. bringing back random shit she finds as 'presents' for dinah like a cat bringing back mice or some shit. whining about food. her engine purring when dinah scratches her back.

OMG YEAH

I always kinda describe her as a dog bc she does have that guard dog energy, but when they’re alone together she’s all cat

Head scratches put her to SLEEP omg, she’s out like a light as soon as Dinah does it

She absolutely just bonks her head into Dinah when she wants attention (all the time she’s needy)

Literally will pounce on Dinah when she wants to cuddle, just jumps on her and lays on her like a warm blanket

Her engine makes a really comforting purr when she’s happy/relaxed and Dinah LOVES it, she always has her ear pressed against it so she can fall asleep to it

Greaseball bites, probably

Really into finding little shiny trinkets around the trainyard and just dropping them in front of Dinah with like zero fanfare, like it’s her job to bring her gf random shinies (secretly she’s sooo hopeful Dinah will like them, and she always does)

Dinah has a lil shelf in their room that’s reserved for trinkets GB brings her

If she feels she isn’t getting enough attention she will just knock things off countertops to be a lil spiteful (only serves to make Dinah laugh her ass off)

She’s literally always hungry, therefore she’s always whining about being hungry, Dinah keeps hella snacks for her because otherwise she’ll just complain endlessly

Definitely has fallen asleep on the floor in front of the air conditioner because her engine got uncomfortably warm for her

she can fall asleep anywhere but her favorite spot is this little corner between the couch and the wall she’ll curl up in

if she isn’t supposed to be doing something, she does it incessantly until she gets yelled at probably

Tumblr deleted this like three times while I was writing it but here ya go!! Hope you enjoy and as always requests are open!

[salemahn]

Dinah/GB?

fic requests are open! send me an ask!

“Greaseball, look!” Dinah called excitedly from the window. “It’s snowing!”

Greaseball straightened himself up on the couch, twisting around to look at the window without getting up. Sure enough, fat flakes of snow were drifting down, a thin layer of them already sticking to the lip of the window. “Yup,” Greaseball said, “sure is.” Then he turned back to his magazine, all of his focus going into parsing through the words to read about the specs of the newest upgrades diesel engines were being built with now.

“Oh, Greaseball, don’t be like that,” Dinah said, throwing her arms around his shoulders over the back of the couch. “It’s snowing! Isn’t it exciting?”

“Not really,” Greaseball said. To him, snow was more of a nuisance rather than anything else. All it did was make track conditions bad, and if it was really piling up, they’d need to cancel all of the trips and shipments they had scheduled until they could get a snow blower in. They’d have to spend a long time playing catch-up if that happened, and Greaseball wasn’t at all interested in that.

“But it’s so pretty,” Dinah said in a playful whine.

“And cold, and slippery, and annoying.”

Dinah pouted. Greaseball could tell without even looking at her. He knew she loved to romanticize the little things, and she wanted to share that feeling with him, but try as he might, he just couldn’t get behind it.

He did feel a little bad about it. She was trying to be nice and share something with him that made her happy, and he was just brushing her off. He sighed, putting down his magazine and leaning his head against hers. “Okay, fine. The snow’s pretty,” he said. “What do you want to do about it?”

“We’ll have a nice, cozy day in,” Dinah told him, already getting excited. “You could light a fire, and I’ll make some cocoa, maybe do a little baking later.” She sighed dreamily. “Is there anything better than baking on a snowy day?”

Honestly, the plans didn’t sound all that ideal to Greaseball. They seemed very quaint—they suited Dinah just fine, but they were pretty far from what Greaseball would consider his style. Still, Dinah sounded so enamored with the ideas, Greaseball couldn’t say no.

“Alright,” Greaseball said, heaving himself up off the couch. “I think we’ve got some logs in the shed.” He wasn’t looking forward to having to go out to get them, but if it made Dinah happy, he’d do it.

Dinah let out a small squeal. “Thank you!” She pushed herself up onto the tips of her toes, leaning in to press a kiss to Greaseball’s cheek. “I’ll go get started on the cocoa.” With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Almost immediately, the sounds of banging pots and pans drifted out behind her.

Greaseball couldn’t help but smile softly to himself. He made his way to the door, bracing himself to step outside. It wasn’t a long trip to the shed, and Greaseball prided himself on not getting cold easily, but the snow was already sticking to the ground, and he knew that he’d need to be at least a little careful to make sure he didn’t slip.

A few minutes later, he was back inside with a small stack of logs. He arranged them in the fireplace, interspersing them with tinder before striking a match, keeping an eye on the flame to make sure it caught properly. Soon enough, the fire was roaring, throwing off some warm light and a pleasant heat.

When Dinah came back into the living room, she was carrying two steaming mugs. Her face lit up at the sight of the fire. “Greaseball, it’s perfect!” she said, setting the mugs down on the mantle and darting in to give Greaseball an appreciative hug. “Do you want to grab some cushions? We can set them up in front of the fire.”

In Greaseball’s mind, there was no point in sitting on the floor when they had a perfectly good couch just a couple of feet behind them, but he didn’t say anything. It was a small compromise to make for making Dinah happy. He turned and grabbed the cushions off the couch, arranging them in front of the fire as Dinah disappeared into their bedroom. He only had a moment to wonder about what she was doing before she was back, bringing the comforter off their bed with her.

With an excited smile, Dinah dropped the blanket over the cushions. She picked her mug up and settled herself down on the cushions, tucking her legs under the blanket before turning her face up to Greaseball, patting the cushion next to her.

Greaseball wasn’t going to keep her waiting any longer. He took the other mug off the mantle and dropped down to sit next to Dinah. Immediately, she snuggled up against him. Greaseball smiled, sliding an arm around her shoulders to hold her comfortably against his side.

“See?” Dinah said, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. “Isn’t this nice?”

Greaseball turned his head to plant a small kiss on Dinah’s forehead. “Yeah, it is.”

[salemahn]

Some Greaseball x Dinah fic pls

fic requests are open! send me an ask!

Dinah hummed to herself, carefully pouring the cake batter into the pans she had prepared. It was going to be a three-layered cake, and she was eyeballing the insides of the pans to see that she got each layer about the same size. When she was satisfied, she gave the pans a gentle tap on the counter and asked, “Is the oven ready?”

Greaseball squinted at the oven display. “I think so,” he said, but it came out sounding more like a question than an answer.

Dinah snuck a quick look over his shoulder and smiled. “Yep! That’s all set,” she said brightly, picking up two of the cake pans. “Get the door for me?”

Obligingly, Greaseball opened the oven door for her, grabbing the last cake pan with his free hand as Dinah slid the other two onto the rack. He handed the third one to her when she was done, letting her place it in the oven as well, leaving all things involved with the baking to her.

“Now what?” he asked once Dinah had closed the door.

“We’ll check on them in half an hour,” Dinah said as she set the timer.

“And until then?” Greaseball asked a touch suggestively, wrapping his hand around Dinah’s waist.

“Until then—” Dinah pulled Greaseball’s hand away, pushing it playfully back to his chest “—we have some cleaning up to do. Besides, we still need to make the frosting, too.”

Greaseball groaned. Dinah paid him no mind, even as he dropped his head back and sagged his shoulders in exaggeration. She simply giggled and got to work clearing the dirty bowls off the counter. “Oh, don’t be like that. I know you think the frosting is the best part.”

Greaseball gave her a playful pout. “But what if there’s something I’d like more?”

“I’ll tell you what I’d like more,” Dinah said over her shoulder. “Some help with these dishes.”

Greaseball’s playful pout turned into a real one at being shot down so easily. But, as he turned the situation over in his head a few times, he couldn’t keep acting like helping her wasn’t the right thing to do. “Fine,” he said with a huff, taking up position at the sink to start washing the dirty dishes.

Dinah handed him a batter-coated spatula, smiling gratefully. “Thank you.”

Soon enough, Greaseball was elbow-deep in warm, soapy water. They quickly worked out a system, with Dinah stacking up the dirty dishes next to the sink for Greaseball to take, Greaseball washing them, and Dinah drying them and putting them away. It was a very domestic scene, and privately, it made Greaseball very happy to be a part of.

Not long after, the scent of chocolate filled the kitchen. It smelled delicious, easily sending Greaseball’s mouth watering.

As Dinah put the last of the dishes away, she glanced at the oven timer. “They’ll be ready to check in just a couple of minutes,” she told him. “Did you want to start on the frosting?”

Greaseball shrugged. “You’re the baking expert.”

A light blush rose to Dinah’s cheeks as she tried to suppress a smile at the compliment. “I say we do it. It’s better than standing around doing nothing.” With that, she turned and started gathering a new set of ingredients and measuring cups out of the cabinets. It seemed a little ridiculous to Greaseball that they had just spent all that time cleaning the dishes only to get them dirty again right after, but he didn’t say anything. Baking made Dinah happy, and if that meant cleaning the same bowl twenty times in one day, he would do it.

Greaseball leaned his hip against the counter, standing just off to the side, listening intently as Dinah explained to him what she was doing. She had the recipe for the frosting she was making memorized, and Greaseball couldn’t help but be impressed with how easily she listed off all the different measurements and instructions.

“That should do it!” Dinah said a few moments later, looking down at the bowl full of perfect frosting. “What do you think?”

Greaseball ran his finger along the edge of the mixer’s whisk, picking up a small dollop of frosting before lifting his finger to his mouth. It was, unsurprisingly, delicious. “It’s amazing,” he told her. “Almost as amazing as you.”

“Oh, stop,” Dinah said, lightly slapping at his shoulder.

Before Greaseball could say anything in response, the oven timer was going off, and Dinah was back in action. She pulled one of the pans out of the oven, carefully inspecting the sides and poking at the top of the cake. Whatever information she gathered by doing so seemed to satisfy her, and she set the pan down on the cooling rack with a smile. “They’re ready,” she said in a sing-song voice as she grabbed the other two pans.

“Yeah?” Greaseball came up behind her, checking out the cakes over her shoulder.

“Well, they still need to cool before we frost them, but other than that, yes!”

Greaseball sighed. “More waiting?” he asked, wondering what other chores they would have to do in the meantime.

Dinah gave him a sly smile. “Didn’t you have some ideas for something fun we could do while we wait?”

Immediately, Greaseball’s mood turned around. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas, all right,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. As much fun as he had had in the kitchen with Dinah, he was even more excited to take the fun elsewhere.

[salemahn]

could you do some hurt/comfort hcs for greasedinah?

a/n : omg ofc ofc! I wasn’t sure of the scenario you’d want so I went with the aftermath of canon, so like right after everything :)) hope you like!

Hurt/Comfort with Greasedinah

warnings: talk about insecurities

Even though Dinah forgave Greaseball and decided to give their relationship another shot, she’s still really hurting.

The love of her life up and dropped her for her best friend just to win a stupid race, of course she’d be emotionally conflicted!

In the days following the race Dinah is kind of distant and sad, her insecurities eating her up from the inside.

In the past Dinah pulling away and seeming sad wouldn’t have fazed Greaseball, she never was very good with other people’s feelings. But now that she was working on being a better girlfriend, she started to notice how different Dinah was acting

“You feeling okay doll?” Greaseball came into their shared room to find Dinah curled up on the bed with that same dejected expression she’d been wearing for days.

“Of course, never better.” Dinah fixed her face into a clearly forced smile, trying not to burden Greaseball with her worries. In her mind, if she was less of a burden she’d be easier to keep around.

Greaseball came and sat next to her on the bed, taking a deep breath, “You’re sure? You seem…I don’t know, sad.” It made sense for Dinah to be hurt and sad over what happened, she felt horrible for causing her that kind of pain to begin with.

Dinah sniffed a little, trying to keep the floodgates from opening back up. She’d been crying on and off for days, and since her and Pearl were still not really made up, she didn’t have her usual person to vent to at present, “I’m fine, just tired is all.” Her voice broke, shattering the mask she’d been trying to hold up

Greaseball watched helplessly as tears fell down Dinah’s pretty face. Starlight, she was terrible at comforting people, but Dinah clearly needed it. “Dinah, you’re not okay, just talk to me, okay doll?”

Dinah shook her head, wiping her tears quickly, “It’s stupid, you don’t need to worry yourself about it.” The little sobs that interrupted her words made her seem supremely unconvincing.

“Baby, if it’s upsetting you this much, it isn’t stupid, I want to know so I can help. Even if it’s something I did, especially if I did something actually.” Greaseball held Dinah’s hands, squeezing them gently. She was glad to see her sobs were starting to subside.

Dinah paused and thought for a moment, finally deciding to just tell her and hope for the best. “It is related to everything with the race a few days ago? But I’ve just been in my head making myself worry.” She looked down at her lap and pulled one of her hands away to pick at her skirt.

Greaseball looked puzzled for a moment, “Making yourself worry about what?” She had promised Dinah nothing like that would ever happen again, so what was she worrying about?

“Um, I guess seeing you with Pearl kind of made me think about how she’s all shiny and pretty and perfect, and I’m just not so much.” Dinah sighed, she knew she was pretty, but she just never felt pretty enough anymore.

Greaseball was taken aback, Dinah thought she wasn’t as pretty as Pearl? How was that even possible? “Baby, you’re like, insanely pretty, it doesn’t matter if Pearl is shiny and new, she’s not you.” She held Dinah’s cheek in her palm, rubbing the tears off with her thumb.

“I spent a long time wondering when you were going to realize I wasn’t good enough and go find someone new, and I guess I thought that day had come. I’m glad it didn’t, and I’m happy we’re trying again, believe me, but I guess I just worry that I’m not special or interesting enough.” Dinah sighed, wiping her eyes and leaning into Greaseball’s hand.

“If anything, you’re too good for me, I’ve never thought you weren’t good enough, and I don’t think anyone else would either, not that their opinion should matter.” Greaseball couldn’t even wrap her head around Dinah, the kindest most wonderful person she knew, genuinely believing she wasn’t good enough for her.

Greaseball knew that may be partially her fault, races made her irritable and antsy, and she definitely had been dismissive towards Dinah leading up to this race, “If I ever, and I mean ever make you feel like you aren’t good enough, I want you to smack me, because clearly I forgot just how amazing I have it with you.” She was absolutely serious too, Dinah deserved to know how loved she was.

Dinah laughed and wrapped her arms around Greaseball tightly, burying her face in the crook of her neck, “I love you.” her muffled voice declared, followed by Greaseball kissing her head and grinning at her now much more relaxed girlfriend.

“Can we cuddle for a bit? I missed it.” Dinah looked up at Greaseball with pleading eyes, and she was helpless to resist.

“Of course, c’mon.” She scooped Dinah up and placed her on her lap, squeezing her tightly against her torso so she could kiss her face and make her laugh.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, and Dinah finally seemed back to her usual happy self again.

Hope you liked! I know it’s a bit long lol

[salemahn]

Currently thinking about Greaseball whump? Just like coming home battered and bruised as fuck to an empty shed, except one day Dinah’s there to unscrew all her plating and tend to her wounds. Or like GB coming down with her flu and Dinah feeling her engine for a fever instead of her forehead because she’s burnt up all her diesel and she’s running on fumes, while she’s sniffling or hacking up oil into oil cloths instead of tissues. Or like her with migraines and head injuries from crashes and bright lights on the track. Or her just absolutely burning herself out doing endless pulling jobs. Idk sorry if this is too much I just can’t stop thinking about how the whole train aspect adds so many more interesting dynamics into just absolutely torturing these characters LOL.

a/n: i always feel SO bad making them suffer but writing GB working her way up to being vulnerable and letting Dinah care for her is so wonderful it makes me CRY

sfw, warnings: injury, illness, etc

Greaseball Letting Dinah Tend to Her

So before Dinah and Greaseball started living together, GB lived alone and just kind of dealt with the physical fallout of all the heavy lifting she did

She didn’t plan on doing anything any differently when Dinah moved in, she’d keep pretending she wasn’t in pain and Dinah would believe her.

What she wasn’t expecting was Dinah Noticing and Caring as much as she did

The first time she came home with a particularly nasty injury from a crash during practice, she tried to sneak past Dinah and patch herself up. Dinah caught her and insisted on at least cleaning the wound for her because it was somewhere she couldn’t see well on her own.

After that, she didn’t try to hide her injuries as much, now that she knew Dinah would still love her even though she had been vulnerable with her.

Dinah fussed over her taking too many pulling jobs and not resting as much as she should be, but she was always there to care for her when she finally hit a breaking point

That breaking point ended up being a nasty flu that got her while her defenses were down from not resting.

Dinah took time off from her own work to stay with her until she was better, cooking her soup with some diesel mixed in to give her some energy and helping her keep the fever down with endless ice packs on her head

Greaseball hadn’t ever been cared for like that, and at first it freaked her out a bit, did Dinah think she couldn’t take care of herself? Was she becoming weak because she enjoyed being doted on too much?

Dinah had to assure her she was still just as tough and strong as she’s always been, she just loves her and wants her to get better faster (and stop overworking herself plEASE she’s begging)

They now have an extensive medicine cabinet for all the ailments Greaseball incurs between pulling jobs and racing. They keep a million kinds of painkillers, wound cleaning kits, even some beginner sutures that Dinah’s gotten pretty handy with because Greaseball now only lets her take care of her except in really serious situations.

Unless something is Really Really wrong, GB won’t go to the repair shop, she trusts Dinah to take care of it. If Dinah says she needs to go then she will, but very begrudgingly, and not alone.

After her big crash, Dinah visits her every day in the repair shop while she’s getting fixed up. Greaseball knows she’s done racing, so she’s only getting fixed up for pulling jobs now.

Dinah being there to hold her hand and reassure her makes all the difference in her recovery. Losing racing was hard enough, she couldn’t imagine losing Dinah too, that would be unbearable.

Hope you liked! I focused more on the emotional aspect of everything because that’s where my brain goes lol. I loved this prompt :)

[salemahn]

What do you think greasedinah are like post-canon (like after the crash wise)

Definitely in the days shortly following, Greaseball is like a dog with its tail between its legs, she just feels so BAD on top of being hurt and she can’t seem to stop trying to apologize

She feels horrible that Dinah is being so sweet and caring for her even when she was being such a jerk before, but Dinah insists she wants to help

Once GB is recovered, they have a long talk about things that will have to change if they want things to work, including how they handle racing

Greaseball agrees to talk to Dinah whenever a race demands she race with someone else and figure out who is best for them (it’s belle it’s always belle)

Dinah negotiates a Little PDA, just some hand holding, nothing serious. She just wants to feel like she Has a girlfriend in public and GB realizes how rough it must be for Dinah to not have any contact at all

They take a break from racing for a while, GB just doing pulling jobs and coming home at night to spend time with Dinah. She actually finds herself liking that peace and routine almost as much as racing

Greaseball actually goes around and apologizes to everyone she was nasty to during the championship, and actually starts to form some real friendships with others in the yard, including Rusty even

Dinah and Pearl were never Really fighting, but they have a long talk about what happened and hug out any remaining awkwardness following the incident, so they’re good now

Greaseball gets sooo talkative about Dinah, she can’t finish a thought without mentioning her beautiful girlfriend, has she mentioned her beautiful girlfriend yet? she loves her beautiful girlfriend Dinah.

She’s just so grateful that Dinah forgave her if we’re being honest, at the time she kind of just expected it because Dinah always forgave her, but as time went on she realized this was Bad, she was being horrible and Dinah still stuck around and loved her anyway

They get lots more quality time together because Greasey isn’t training basically 24/7 anymore. She’s accepted she isn’t gonna be world champion anymore, and she’s settled herself into racing for fun between pulling jobs. She spends lots more time at home with Dinah, “helping” distracting her while she tries new recipes

Greasey gets CLINGY, she doesn’t wanna let Dinah out of her sight because she’s terrified someone will steal her away. She gets really protective of her around other engines especially, except Rusty, Dinah’s basically his sister so GB isn’t worried

Her clinginess is also her feeling like she needs to make up for lost time, she spent so long being so absorbed in racing that she forgot to spend time with Dinah, so now she’s really recognizing she needs to put her relationship first

Dinah feels more comfortable just Saying if something GB did bothered her. Before she would just kinda keep her mouth shut and not say anything, but she feels more confident she’ll be listened to and understood now

they r less toxic yuri now, but still silly!

[salemahn]

Greasedinah + all the flowers, please!

finally i get to talk about these two!!

Rose ; Who’s more romantic?

Greaseball!

Tulip ; Which one gives the most gifts? Do they know the other well enough to give them something they’d like?

Dinah gives gifts in the form of cooking and baking Greaseball his favorite foods. You know what they say, the easiest way to a mans heart is through his stomach.

Daisy ; Which one sings while doing chores? Are they good at it?

Greaseball does, and he likes to sing Dinahs favorite songs if she's close enough to hear him.

Lily ; Who’s the “fun one”?

They're both "fun" but Greaseball is just a bit more fun.

Dahlia ; Do they keep secrets from each other?

Not really, they know each other well enough.

Poppy ; How much do they trust each other?

Oh, completely!

Bluebell ; Who’s more emotional?

Dinah, if something is wrong, it'll be obvious.

Peony ; Which one is the most impulsive?

Greaseball, he's prone to thinking about something for like 2 seconds before just going "yeah that sounds perfect lets do it"

Sunflower ; Which one would go to jail for the other?

Greaseball would not let Dinah go to jail, so he's the one going to jail in every situation.

Water Lily ; Which one cares about their appearance more?

Dinah, but mostly because her job requires it.

Cherry Blossom ; Who takes the longest to get ready for a date?

Neither? They're past the point where they feel the need to look good for the other.

Orchid ; Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

Dinah is the little spoon, Greaseball is the big spoon, and that's a fact.

Snowdrop ; How long have they been together?

A pretty long time! Several years, most likely.

Forget-Me-Not ; Are they married yet?

If trains had marriages, these two would be married!!!!!!