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thecoldcoffeecup · 1 year ago
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it was the best of times, the worst of crimes
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hope-ur-ok · 9 months ago
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The absolute insanity of mashing these up
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GETAWAY CAR x AUGUST x THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR The Eras Tour — Melbourne, Australia (Night 2) | February 17, 2024
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fangirl-dot-com · 5 months ago
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🏎Track 9 - Getaway Car
*for the people who voted an update for reputations first, here you go! we can all say thank you to George for getting me in a writing move and inspiring this chapter! sorry for all the lando lovers...he's not redeemed. thank you for reading and I hope this is what you've been waiting for!*
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“Oh shit. I think I had contact with Leclerc,” you said over the radio as you felt a bump to your back right tyre. In one of your mirrors, you could see a flash of red trailing behind you. Your heart dropped at the thought of ruining Charles’s race, but you kept on going. 
There wasn’t much space for you to go any wider. And Checo had been on the other side of the Monegasque. It would have to be dubbed a racing incident, hopefully. 
“How’s the car?” your race engineer asked. 
You sucked in a deep breath. “It feels fine.” 
“Ok. Just keep your head down. There might be a podium if we stay on course.” 
Your head gave the slightest nod, even if no one would see it. You still didn’t want to be sole reason that Charles had yet another bad race. 
It seemed like the Monegasque’s luck ran out after Monaco. Someone must have sacrificed the rest of the Ferrari season just so that Monaco could be theirs, and it showed. A double DNF in Canada was downright awful, and Spain wasn’t anything to write home about. 
He had managed to pick up a couple of points in the sprint race, but that was it. 
Canada for you and Logan was a thing of the past. A similar double DNF wasn’t something that you would have liked on your record, but what was done was done. You and Logan were still P1 and P2 in the drivers championship and Lamborghini was leading comfortably. 
Spain was a bit better. 
The Spanish Grand Prix saw you and Logan on the podium, but Max took the first step. It was a tricky race with you, Logan, and Lando swapping places lap after lap. At one point, Logan had tapped Lando when the British driver tried to barrel down into a turn. 
Once it was over, you felt ready to be done with over the top races. You missed the beginning races when your car was able to finish the race with big gaps in front and behind you. The triple header had been grueling, and you were ready for a break. Silverstone didn’t exactly start up any excitement. The media and the atmosphere didn’t seem pleasant.
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Your race had been predictable until the very end. You had just gone back into turn 3 when your engineer turned the radio back on. 
“Sargeant and Verstappen made contact, virtual safety car. Sargeant needs to retire, Verstappen has dropped down to fifth.” 
You wanted to groan. There’s no way that you and Logan had accidentally ruined races for two of your really good friends. 
“Who’s the leader and what’s the gap?” 
“Norris is currently P1. Piastri is P2. You’re running P3.” 
If you could hit your helmet on the steering wheel, you would. 
You pressed the radio button again. “And the gap?” 
“It is 4.201 seconds. But tyre degradation is bad. Don’t push as hard, just bring it over the line.” 
With a huff, you turned your radio off and kept going. When you crossed the checkered flag, you finally felt like you could breathe. There really was no competition who could have taken third from you, but your anxiety was already rising. 
Although there wasn’t any tension like there had been, your anxiety grew as you got out of your car. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of bright orange run into his team’s arms. Not wanting to get involved, you leisurely walked over to the Lamborghini team. 
Your race engineer gave you a quick hug, and many pats came down on your helmet. However, the person you wanted to be there was nowhere to be seen. As you locked eyes with many of the crew, none were the blue you were looking for. 
With a sigh, you took your helmet off and went over to the weighing station. You kept your head down, looking at the numbers so you wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. As you made your way to the cooldown room, George was able to congratulate you.
“Thanks,” you muttered, still not looking him in the eyes. 
The Briton sighed. He knew that when he saw Charles pull up in P11 and Max in P5, you and Logan were going to start closing in on yourselves again. It was his job, plus the others, to make sure that you two knew that it was just racing. 
Hell, Max was at fault for the tangle with Logan. However, the two of you seemed to take all fault on yourselves. If George ever met the people who had made you and Logan like this, they wouldn’t see the light of day. 
George put his hands on your shoulders, finally making you look up at him. His kind, blue eyes melted at the sight of tears in yours. 
“It wasn’t yours or Logan’s fault, ok? Max and Charles both know.” 
You shrugged. “Sure. That’s what they all say.” 
Not wanting to delay getting to the cooldown room, you turned on your heel, out of George’s hands and into the little room. You quietly sat down in the P3 chair, right next to Lando. Your eyes fixated on the screen when they showed what had happened between Logan and Max. 
“Aha, thank you Sargeant for that.” 
Your eyes widened at the sound of Lando’s laugh and voice. You quicky glanced over, just to see Oscar looking at him the same way. 
The Aussie let out a small scoff. “Mate, Max turned into him.” 
Lando rolled his eyes. “He shouldn’t have gone up against Max in the first place. If he can’t keep P1 then he doesn’t deserve it. Max did the right thing.” 
Was he being for real. You wanted to say something, but you were baffled. Lando’s win was definitely gifted. He couldn’t even hold P1 into turn 1 back in Spain when he was on pole. You just sat still, picking at your fingernails until the official called the three of you back. 
Lando jumped out of his chair and sauntered away. Oscar waited until you got close to wrap an arm around you. As the two of you walked, the Aussie’s head dipped down next to your ear. 
“It was all Max. Logan had nowhere to go.” 
You only nodded in response. The McLaren driver could sense that something was very off. He hoped that Logan was fairing a bit better. 
Back at the Lamborghini garage, Logan had locked himself in his drivers room after he got out of his car in the pit lane. His eyes were red as he continuously wiped at the tears that kept falling. Deep down, he knew that it was Max who turned a bit deep, but his head liked to say the opposite. 
A knock interrupted his down spiral. 
Logan sniffed loudly. “Yeah?” 
The door opened slightly and Benny popped his head in. “We’re going to the podium; do you want to come with us to watch your girl?” 
Logan sucked in a deep breath. How dare he come in and cry while you probably wanted to celebrate. He quickly shook his head. 
“She probably doesn’t need me there.” 
Benny sighed as he recalled what George had said on his way back to the Mercedes. When the trainer caught Logan’s eyes, he smiled. 
“I don’t think she’s feeling like celebrating at all. How about this: I’ll call for a car so that you and Y/n can get out of here when you’re done with your interviews. I’ll let Michael know that you two need some time.” 
Logan didn’t say anything, but he stood up and brought Benny into a hug. He choked on a sob as his friend’s arms wrapped around him. 
“It’s going to be just fine kid.” 
Logan wiped his eyes one more time as he followed Benny out of his room. He could feel the sad pairs of eyes on him, reminding him of Canada after his DNF. It kind of reminded him about his time at Williams, but the smiles made it better. At the other team, all he got where sighs of disappointment and frustrations.  
When he made it to the media pen, he kept his cap low on his face. What he didn’t realize was that Max was standing next to him while he gave his interview. 
The Dutchman has seen Logan come up to stand next to him, so he kept one ear open. Logan shuffled on his feet as the lady asked the first question. 
“Logan, you were having a fantastic race. What happened?” 
A sigh escaped before he answered. “Well, Max and I went for a battle and we both went a bit wide. There really wasn’t room for me to go anywhere, but I should have gone a bit wider to have tried to not cause the collision.” 
Max wanted to smack him for thinking that he could have avoided it. 
The lady pressed on. “So do you think that Verstappen is at fault.” 
The American shrugged. “At the end of the day, we’re both drivers that want a win. When you go wheel to wheel, you need to expect some hard moves and be ready for them. I just wasn’t ready and I dealt with the consequences.” 
“Your teammate was able to score a podium. Is that a positive you can take from today?” 
A smile rose on his face at the thought of you. “Yes. I can speak for the team when I say I’m very proud of what Y/n accomplished today. Even with the bit of bumping into turn 1 at the beginning with Charles, she managed well.” 
The interview wrapped up quickly after that, making Logan turn to leave. Once he was out of the pen, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He slowly turned around and was faced with a concerned Max. 
The Dutchman asked, “Are you ok, Logan?” 
The blond had a sheepish grin, almost borderline uncomfortable. “Yeah, I’m ok.” 
Max wasn’t convinced. 
“It wasn’t your fault, Logan. You need to know that.” 
“Oh look, Y/n is texting me. Better check out what she needs. Bye Max.” 
“Logan.” 
“I have to get going! See you at Silverstone.” 
“You’re being unfair.” 
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Max’s last sentence died out as he watched the younger round the corner out of sight. He let out a groan as he rubbed his hand down his face. If Logan wasn’t going to listen, he’d have to corner him again. 
The Dutchman didn’t want to do that, but Logan left him with no choice. He had to call the big guns. 
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You were currently rushing to lot 2 where Logan had said he would be. Your eyes landed on a convertible, navy Porsche. Logan’s blond hair shone in the lighting of the late evening. When you saw him wave, you quickly made your way over. 
As you got closer, Logan leaned over the passenger seat and opened your door. You rolled your eyes as you sat down. 
“What a gentleman.” 
He smirked. “Only for you darlin’.” 
Your arm reached out and turned up the radio as Logan put the car into gear. It didn’t take long before you two were out of the lot and on the main road. Your hair whipped around you as you sang along to the radio. Logan would glance at you often, just glad to see a smile on your face. He even tried to hit a high note, which made you burst into giggles.
You didn’t know where Logan was headed, but it seemed like he knew as he turned off the road and onto a back one. It didn’t take long before he parked the car in front of a park. The lake behind the grass reflected the reds and yellows of the sunset. 
Logan took this opportunity to place his arm behind you and gently pull you in. You let out a content sigh as your head rested on his chest. 
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there at the podium,” he apologized as his fingers twirled your hair around them. He wasn’t looking at you as his eyes were cast at the steering wheel. Your fingers began to draw shapes on his chest. 
“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m glad you weren’t there. Lando was insufferable. He said some things.” 
Logan sat up slightly. “Like what?” 
You chewed on your lip, not wanting to say. “He said thank you for hitting Max, and that you shouldn’t have tried to fight for P1 if you couldn’t keep it.” 
The blond was silent for a moment. 
“At least he said thank you.” 
You sat up all the way and turned to look at him. “Logan Hunter Sargeant!” 
“What?” a smile was on his face, letting you know that he was teasing. “I’m just going to team up with Max, and we’re going to win at Silverstone.” 
Your eyes looked down and landed on your phone which was blowing up with messages from your group chat. 
“Speaking of Max.” 
You and Logan read through the messages quickly before replying.
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You put your phone back down before turning to face him. 
“Think we should head back?” 
“Yeah, or your ice cream might melt.” 
Before Logan went to shift the gear, you pulled on his shirt and brought him into a kiss. Behind your lips, he sighed as he leaned in a bit more. Your hands drifted to his shoulders while his rested on your hips. 
You would have leaned in more if it weren’t for the stick shift in the middle. When it pressed against your side, you disconnected your lips from his. Logan let out a soft whine and tried to lean back in. You put your finger up to his lips to press him back. 
“Nothing good starts in a get away car baby.” 
Logan turned and thumped his head on the steering wheel. “You did not just quote Taylor Swift at me for wanting to kiss you a bit more.” 
You smirked. “Ice cream is waiting.” 
“You and your ice cream woman.” 
Logan quickly backed out and whipped the car around. The drive to the hotel wasn’t as far as you thought it was as. Logan pulled up to the front, got out, and rounded to your side to open your door. This time you didn’t tease him and gladly took his hand. 
Logan went over the details with the chauffer before he was back at your side, leading you through the entrance. 
You two thought you would have a bit more time before Max and Charles showed up. However, when the elevator opened to your floor, you weren’t expecting them, Lewis, George, and Oscar to be sitting by your door. 
You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, you guys are here early.” 
At the sound of your voice, the five of them sat up, eye wide at being caught. George scratched his head, Lewis looked at the ground, and Oscar smiled sheepishly. 
Charles bit his lip before holding a bag out. “Ice cream?” 
You took the bag from him as Logan swiped his card. “Ice cream.” 
Logan shouted from inside the room. “How long have you been here?” 
Max rubbed his face. “Maybe thirty minutes?” 
“My ice cream better not be melted Verstappen.” 
“Your ice cream? I think Charles brough enough for me too.” 
“Get your own Sargeant.” 
“Are they always like this?” 
“Welcome to the club Oscar.” 
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lamborghini_racing wasn't the result we thought we'd get, but it's better than nothing. the bees are ready for Silverstone 💪🐝
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lambo_duo logan, you did nothing wrong! I hope you know that we're still cheering for you!!
sargstappen I hope this isn't the end of Logan and max's friendship :(
leclercsdaughter I don't think it it
venus2 sorry team, we'll get it next time
phoenix95 OH YEAHHHH LET'S GO TEAM - THE BRITISH BETTER BE SCARED BEFORE WE RECREATE 1776 RAWWRRRR 🦅
lewishamilton I actually am scared now
georgerussell63 same.
usaf1 let's get Norris on his home turf 😤
ln4fan this team has som incompetent drivers who need to be replaced (I'm looking at sargeant)
logan&co literally who asked you
lestappenlove bring it on 😈
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phoenix95 totally destroyed them at mario kart 😈
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loscarland glad to see Oscar has been adopted by this group ☺️
y/n.nation nothing but a girl, her friends, and some lec ice cream
americanf1duo can't wait to obliterate them in England
maxverstappen1 I WANT A REMATCH
venus2 I think you're just a sore loser
maxverstappen1 how was I supposed to know that George is awful at mario kart
georgerussell63 HEY 🤨
sargstappen233 I'm glad to see that nothing has changed 😮‍💨
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stillgotscars · 4 months ago
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oh wait a minute… “put the money in a bag and i stole the keys / that was the last time you ever saw me” // “remember when you couldn’t take the heat? / i walked out, i said, ‘i’m setting you free’”
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new-york-no-shoes · 9 months ago
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Not to alarm you but: “pulled the car off the road to the lookout. Could’ve followed my fears all the way down”/ “I was dying in a getaway car”
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tswiftupdatess · 2 months ago
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'Getaway Car' has now surpassed 700 million streams on Spotify!
(September 4, 2024)
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cliffside-wisteria · 9 months ago
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swiftieinbrazil · 6 months ago
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Taylor Swift + circus
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andichoseyou · 3 months ago
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The Eras Tour surprise songs parallels
June 8, 2024—Edinburgh, Scotland: The Bolter / Getaway Car (mashup)
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willowremixes · 2 years ago
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Moody Playlist on YouTube posted this super fun concept. So many songs get rep-ified that it’s fun to see a rep song get country rocked.
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theminightwitcher · 1 year ago
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did she just…leave in a…getaway car?
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hope-ur-ok · 5 months ago
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The Bolter is a fitting song to play when it's cold out at the stadium
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breakbleheavens · 1 year ago
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TAYLOR SWIFT and JACK ANTONOFF perform GETAWAY CAR The Eras Tour — East Rutherford, New Jersey (Night 1) | May 26, 2023
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whiskeyswifty · 5 months ago
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Getaway Car - Taylor Swift
Getaway Car as a Formula 1 merch concept design. The Getaway Car Racing Team champions poster for the 6th Grand Prix in Rome where in 2017, they clinched their victory in the Rep Racing World Championship. The poster features lyrical easter eggs as the team sponsors and nods to the track number and lore around the song's subjects. Additionally, racing team hoodies and stickers for fans to rep their team. print and sticker and t-shirt in my etsy shop
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winniethewife · 6 months ago
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We were flyin', but we'd never get far (Anakin Skywalker x F!reader)
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Warnings: death, angst, sad ending
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She sat with her head in her hands, the Jedi code said not to form attachments, but when you help raise a child, how else are you supposed to deal with the loss. This was war, and in the last battle she had lost her Padawan and half her battalion. She felt she had failed as a master, failed as a General, Failed as a Jedi. She hardly noticed when someone sat next to her, quietly supporting her.
“It’s not your fault, you know.” The familiar voice of Anakin reaches her ears, they had trained together in the years before the war, It was the best of times, when they were young and naïve. The days that they were carefree.
“You didn't see it, you weren’t there, I…I couldn’t save them…I should have…” She started to cry again, the sobs wrecking her body, she couldn’t hold them back. She couldn’t stop it. She was surprised when suddenly she was wrapped in his embrace.
“Its. Not. Your. Fault.” He says decisively holding her tight. She buried her face in his shoulder as she cries. He rubs her back in a circular motion, holding her tight. Anakin can’t bring himself, to leave her side for several days. Watching as she continues to fall apart at the seams. However it isn’t until the last chance that he realizes shes too far gone. He went to check on her one night to find her room empty, her things tossed around and her lightsabers left on the bed. He bolted out of the room searching for her. Just as he was about to go to find someone to help the search he found her, entering the hangar, a pack over her back and her eyes on the horizon. He called her name and rushed to her side. She turns to look at him, she had been caught.  
“What are you doing?” Anakin asked, his voice filled with worry and exasperation, He didn’t understand what was happening where she was going. She hesitates, her eyes never meeting his.
“I’m leaving.” She says, confirming his worst fear. Her voice was so steady so sure.
“What. What do you mean you’re leaving?”
“I have been thinking about it for a while. I needed a reason. I couldn’t abandon my men, My Padawan, But they-” She takes a deep breath, willing herself not to cry again. “They don’t need me anymore.”
“What about me? What if I need you?” Anakin asked panicked, grabbing her hand. Anakin was not very good at keeping attachment out of the picture, and he took her leaving personally. She shook her head, squeezing his hand.
“Oh Ani. Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, I don’t fit in here, I never have.” She speaks softly, he recognized this tone, the tone she uses when comforting Younglings who scraped their knee, or with a lost child. He can see it clearly, she was meant to be a mother, a wife, someone who could love and care for others. In that life, would he have been able to love her openly? Would they have known each other?  It was the great escape, the fantasy in his head where he could have lived that life instead. The one where they were happy. In another time. Another place, another lifetime. He looks around, no one in sight. He pulls her into his arms.
“I wish you would stay. Or I wish I could go with you.” He confesses, his embrace is warm. She wishes that was the way their life would go. That she didn’t need to run that she didn’t need to get away.
“I know. I’m sorry it can’t be that way. I need to feel the light of freedom on my face...” She softly says while pulling away from him. She starts to walk away, he reaches out and grabs her hand.
“If you miss me…Just…Think about the place where you first met me, and I’ll be there. Waiting.” He says this with a knot in his throat, ready to shead a few tears of his own. She gives him a sad smile, a lingering glance, and a final pulse on his hand. She walks away, and gets a few feet away before looking back, her voice reaches his ears one last time.  
“Should've known I'd be the first to leave…”
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