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absolutebl · 11 months ago
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Hello. I was wondering if you have a master list of all the shows that got released this year? I've looked through the 2023 upcoming list and there are some missing and some that never premiered.
I wanted to see what I may have missed.
Thanks.💜 my-rose-tinted-glasses
Sure thing, hon! Here ya go!
All BL 2023 releases
So far, that I have on the spreadsheet. Not sure how you want it organized so I did it by country and then alphabetically.
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Japan
Blue Sky Complex
Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka?
Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox
Egoist
I Cannot Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai
If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’
Jack o'Frost
Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2
My Beautiful Man 2 AKA Utsukushii Kare Season 2
My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA Utsukushii Kare Eternal
My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho
Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi
One Room Angel
Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku
The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu
Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2
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Korea
A Breeze of Love
A Shoulder to Cry On
All the Liquors
Bump Up Business
Happy Merry Ending
Individual Circumstances
Jun and Jun
Love Class 2
Love Mate
Love Tractor
Our Dating Sim
Our Winter
Sing My Crush
Star Struck
The Director Who Buys Me Dinner
The Eighth Sense
The New Employee
Unintentional Love Story
Why R U?
When it was good it was very very good, when it was bad they were dying.
Taiwan
HIStory5: Love In The Future
Kiseki: Dear to Me
My Tooth Your Love
Stay By My Side
VIP Only
You Are Mine
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Thailand
609 Bedtime Story
7 Days Before Valentine
A Boss and a Babe
Absolute Zero
Bake Me Please
Be Mine Super Star Superstar
Be My Favorite
Bed Friend
Between Us
Beyond the Star
Boyband the series
Cafe In Love
Chains of Heart
Cooking Crush
Crazy Handsome Rich
Cutie Pie 2 You special
Dangerous Romance
Destiny Seeker
Dinosaur Love
For Him the series
Friend. Boy Friend
Future the series
Hidden Agenda
Hit Bite Love
House of Stars
I Feel You Linger in the Air
I Will Knock You
La Pluie
Laws of Attraction
Love in Translation
Love Syndrome III
Low Frequency
Make a Wish
Man Suang
Middleman’s Love
Moments Of Love
Moonlight Chicken
My Biker
My Blessing
My Dear Gangster Oppa
My School President
My Universe
Naughty Babe
Never Let Me Go
Only Friends
Our Skyy 2: A Boss and a Babe
Our Skyy 2: A Tale of Thousand Stars
Our Skyy 2: Bad Buddy
Our Skyy 2: My School President
Our Skyy 2: Never Let Me Go
Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind
Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse
Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa
Pastsenger
Pit Babe
Playboyy
Remember Me
Senior Love Me
SHADOW
Step By Step
The Luminous Solution
The Promise
The Sign
The Whisperer
Till the World Ends
Tin Tem Jai
Tin Tem Jai special
Twins
Venus in the Sky
Wedding Plan
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The Philippines
Ever After
My Story
Our Story
Stay
The Day I Loved You
Tie The Not
(underreported, I don't keep track of Pinoy stuff anymore)
Singapore
Pure Vanilla
Hong Kong
Stay Still
Myanmar
The Love Ring
China
Stay With Me (Addicted + moar censorship)
I bolded anything I rated over a 7/10. Although some of these I opted not to watch and others are still airing (and thus as yet unrated). So don't take an unbold as necessarily a negative.
I haven't assessed how many are releasing in December
(I probably should deal with the "The" but I lazy.)
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pickletrip · 1 year ago
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I saw a small clip on YouTube shorts about this short film and I immediately knew I had to check it out. It's just 9 minutes long, 2 protagonists, set in a cafe with beautiful shots of baked items.
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I chuckled at the #slay, but the overall decor is cute.
It's a realistic depiction of how one slowly falls in love and whether one has the courage to take that first step.
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Honorable mention to this guy's tattoos!
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Enjoy this short film. @blmpff Here's my 2 cents on part 1. Head over to @blmpff 's blog and you'll find they've shared about the sequel.
@respectthepetty If you want more baking centred shows, check this out and the sequel. Also, if you don't mind that it is in English.
Happy weekend everyone.
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heretherebedork · 2 years ago
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Pure Vanilla
A very sweet little 9-ish minute BL short out of Singapore. Darling, in English, and all about a baker and his assistant preparing for Valentine's Day. Worth the few moments of your time! @absolutebl It's darling and tiny.
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save-the-data · 2 years ago
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Summerdaze: Christmas Together (2022)
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queersouthasian · 2 years ago
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Domesticity
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aliceisathome · 2 years ago
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A little update from the Summerdaze team. Dear O2 - this is how you do fundraising btw.
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pharawee · 1 year ago
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"If you can win his heart, you can win the whole team's heart."
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7698 · 5 months ago
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roomselfcontain2 · 2 months ago
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Rental houses at ozuoba best click here Selfcontain room ideas inspo apartment brand new pop standard house with led light and remote control kits scredded wall water heater kitchen furniture in port Harcourt city rivers state Nigeria.
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maru-x-idrew · 2 years ago
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rares-posts · 2 years ago
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absolutebl · 10 months ago
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All BLs from 2023
that I tracked, may not be exhaustive for some regions. Only BLs that ended in 2023 are included in this list.
LAYOUT: Title - sub/alt title - rating/10 - where to find it (with a US IP, if on multiples channels only one listed)
China & Hong Kong
Stay With Me AKA Addicted + fuck you fans - dnf - grey
Stay Still - 7 - YouTube
Japan
Blue Sky Complex - cnf - ?
Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? - cnf - ?
Candy Color Paradox  AKA Ameiro Paradox - 8 - Gaga
Egoist - dnf - ?
I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai - 10 - Net
If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA  Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ - 7 - Gaga
Jack o'Frost - 5 - Gaga
Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai - 6 - Gaga
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 - 6 - Gaga
My Beautiful Man 2 AKA  Utsukushii Kare Season 2 - 8 - Viki
My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA  Utsukushii Kare Eternal - 8 - Viki
My Personal Weatherman AKA  Taikan Yoho - 9 - Gaga
Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi - 7 - Gaga
One Room Angel - dnf - Gaga
Our Dining Table AKA  Bokura no Shokutaku - 9 - Gaga
The End Of The World, With You AKA  Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu - 6 - Gaga
Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa - 8 - Viki
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA  Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 - 100 - Gaga
Korea
A Breeze of Love - 8 - iQIYI
A Shoulder to Cry On AKA Comfort the Boy - 4 - Viki
All the Liquors AKA  - Liquor - 8 - Viki
Behind the Shadows - cnf - ?
Bump Up Business - 6 - Gaga
Happy Merry Ending  - 8 - Viki
Individual Circumstances - 7 - Viki
Jun and Jun - Jun & Jun - 9 - viki
Love Class 2 AKA  Love Class Season 2 - 8 - Viki
Love Mate - 8 - Viki
Love Tractor - 9 - iQIYI
Our Dating Sim - 10 - Viki
Our Winter - 5 - YouTube
Sing My Crush AKA  Follow The Wind - 8 - iQIYI
Star Struck AKA Starstruck - 6 - iQIYI
The Director Who Buys Me Dinner - 6 - iQIYI
The Eighth Sense - 9 - Viki
The New Employee AKA The New Recruit AKA Shinib Sawo - 9 - Viki
Unintentional Love Story - 9 - iQIYI
Why R U? - (Korean adaptation of Thai original) - 8 - iQIYI
Myanmar
The Love Ring - dnf - YouTube
The Philippines
Ever After - dnf - YouTube
My Story  - dnf - YouTube
Our Story - dnf - Oxin Films
Stay - dnf - YouTube
The Day I Loved You - dnf - YouTube
Tie The Not AKA Under the Same Sky - 7 - Prime
Singapore
Pure Vanilla - Singapore - 7 - Gaga
Taiwan
HIStory5: Love In The Future (HIStory 5) - 7 - Viki
Kiseki: Dear to Me - (formerly Miracle)  - 9 - Gaga
My Tooth Your Love - 8 - Viki
Stay By My Side - 8 - Viki
You Are Mine - 7 - Gaga
Thailand
609 Bedtime Story - (OhmFluke) - 6 - WeTV
7 Days Before Valentine - cnf - One31
A Boss and a Babe - (ForceBook) - 7 - YouTube
Absolute Zero - 6 - iQIYI
After Sundown AKA Saengrawi - (ZeeNew) - cnf - ?
Bake Me Please - 6 - Gaga
Be Mine Super Star Superstar - (JaFirst) - 6 - Viki
Be My Favorite - AKA You Are My Favorite - 8 - YouTube
Bed Friend - (NetJames) - 8 - YouTube
Between Us - (BounPrem) - 8 - iQIYI
Beyond the Star - dnf - iQIYI
Boyband the series - 3 - grey
Cafe In Love - 3 - grey
Chains of Heart - 3 - iQIYI
Cherry Magic (Thai remake) - (TayNew) - cnf - YouTube
Chiang Mai Adventures - 100 - subscribers only
Colorful Melody - cnf - WeTV
Crazy Handsome Rich - dnf - Gaga
Cutie Pie 2 You special - (ZeeNuNew TutorYim MaxNat) - 7 - YouTube
Dangerous Romance - (PerthChimon) - 8 - YouTube
Dear Kitakyushu - cnf - ?
Destiny Seeker - (EarthBank) - 8 - WeTV
Dinosaur Love - Buddy Line Y Animal AKA Buddy Line Y(aoi) Animal - dnf - iQIYI
Friend. Boy Friend - cnf - ?
Future the series - 7 - YouTube
Hidden Agenda - (JoongDunk) - 8 - YouTube
Hit Bite Love AKA  - Hit Bite Lick - 3 - YouTube
House of Stars - dnf - iQIYI
I Feel You Linger in the Air - 9 - grey
I Will Knock You - 5 - Gaga
La Pluie - 9 - Viki
Laws of Attraction - 9 - iQIYI
Love in Translation - 6 - iQIYI
Love Syndrome III   - characters from Unforgotten Night - 100 - WeTV
Low Frequency - 6 - iQIYI
Make a Wish - 8 - grey
Man Suang - (MileApo) - cnf - ?
Middleman’s Love - (TutorYim) - 6 - iQIYI
Moments Of Love - cnf - ?
Moonlight Chicken - (EarthMix) - 8 - YouTube
My Biker - cnf - ?
My Blessing - 2 - YouTube
My Dear Gangster Oppa - 8 - iQIYI
My School President - (GeminiFourth) - 9 - YouTube
My Universe - Casanova Begins - 2 - iQIYI
My Universe - Fake Love - 4 - iQIYI
My Universe - Pisces of Me - 4 - iQIYI
My Universe - The Camp Fire - 5 - iQIYI
My Universe - Marry Go Round  - 5 - iQIYI
My Universe - Right Time, Right You - 5 - iQIYI
My Universe - You Are My Soulmate - 6 - iQIYI
My Universe - Lucky Love - 7 - iQIYI
Naughty Babe  - (MaxNat) - 8 - iQIYI
Never Let Me Go - (PondPhuwin) - 8 - YouTube
Night Dream - dnf - YouTube
Only Friends - (ForceBook) - 3 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: A Boss and a Babe - (ForceBook) - 6 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: A Tale of Thousand Stars - (EarthMix) - 8 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: Bad Buddy - (OhmNanon) - 8 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: My School President - (GeminiFourth) - 8 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: Never Let Me Go - (PondPhuwin) - 8 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind - (JoonDunk) - 8 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse - (FirstKhao) - 8 - YouTube
Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa - (JimmySea) - 6 - YouTube
Pastsenger AKA - Past-senger  - 4 - Gaga
Remember Me - (JaFirst) - 5 - Gaga
Senior Love Me - 3 - YouTube
SHADOW - dnf - x
Step By Step - 9 - Gaga
The Luminous Solution - 3 - Gaga
The Promise - 4 - YouTube
The Whisperer - cnf - ?
Till the World Ends - dnf - grey
Tin Tem Jai  - 5 - Gaga
Tin Tem Jai special - 4 - YouTube
Venus in the Sky  - 5 - iQIYI
Wedding Plan - 7 - YouTube
Vietnam
Love Bill  - source title: - LỜI HỚA MÙA Háș  - dnf - YouTube
Mr Cinderella 2 - dnf - YouTube
Stormy Honeymoon - dnf - YouTube
Stupid Genius - 7 - YouTube
The Star Always Follow You - Láș„p LĂĄnh Tá»±a Ánh Sao Trời - dnf - YouTube
Vian the series - (Bah Vinh) - 4 - YouTube
cnf = could not find
dnf = did not finish
requested by @guzhu-furen
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MCF: MADE IN THE PHILIPPINES/SINGAPORE
TOMMY ALEJANDRINO
[aka: TOMAS SANTOS]
RAYNOLD TAN
@pose4photoml
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MAN CRUSH FANDOM ïżœïżœïżœïžŽ MADE IN THAILAND
LEE LONG SHI
[Nickname: LONG]
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pucksandpower · 1 year ago
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hiii! with the chaos that was today’s career, could I request one with driver reader that she started telling her team that she wasn’t feeling good but still wanted to continue but the next moment she isn’t answering her radio because she fainted in the car and the car goes out, the marshals take her out of the car and she doesn’t wake up, maybe she has extreme dehydration and is hot to touch, etc.
How the other drivers react when they found out, her team, etc.
Thank you
Too Hot To Handle
Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader
Summary: the Qatar Grand Prix pushed every driver to the limit 
 and some past the limit
Warnings: heat stroke, dehydration, crash, medical conditions
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The Lusail International Circuit hums with electric anticipation, its asphalt ribbon shimmering under the floodlights. The roar of the crowd fills the night but the oppressive heat weighs on everyone, creating a contrasting atmosphere of excitement and cautious apprehension.
Standing alongside your Red Bull Racing car, you wipe a bead of sweat from your brow. In only your first year with the reigning double champions, you already have a record that has quickly become the talk of the paddock. But for all the praise and whispers, there is one voice that stands out.
“Remember, liefje, it’s not just about speed tonight. Keep hydrated, alright?” Max’s voice is full of warmth and concern. His hand rests gently on your arm.
You flash him a confident smile even though you’re battling your nerves internally. “I’ve raced in heat before, Maxie. I won in Singapore. I’ll be fine.”
He pulls you into a quick embrace, the temperature doing little to dampen the spark between you. “It’s different here. This heat ... it’s like nothing I’ve ever raced in before.”
Pulling back, you raise an eyebrow teasingly. “You worried about me, Verstappen?”
He laughs but there’s a hint of steely seriousness in his blue eyes. “Always. Just ... promise me you’ll be careful out there. For both our sakes.”
You nod, touching your helmet to his. “Promise.”
The intercom in your ear crackles to life. “Drivers, to your cars!”
You both exchange a final glance. Racing is in your blood, it’s what brought you together, but it also keeps you apart, if only for the few hours you’re no longer partners in life but competitors on track.
Sliding into your car, you secure your helmet and gloves. The world outside becomes a bit muffled but your focus sharpens. The engine’s purr is a familiar comfort, but tonight, it’s edged with the unease Max’s words left behind.
Your race engineer, Hugh Bird, checks in over the radio, “Everything good, Y/N?”
You take a deep breath, “As good as it’ll ever be. Let’s light up this track.”
“Give them a show.”
Lights out and away we go.
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The Qatar Grand Prix unfolds with its usual mix of intensity and skill, drivers navigating tight turns and overtaking with precision. But beneath the spectacle, a subtle tension mounts. The oppressive heat, the stark floodlights, and the weight of expectation — all of it seems to be building to something.
In the garage and on the pit wall, your team closely monitors the race and your performance. Hugh occasionally chimes in with updates, “You’re doing great, Y/N. Remember to hydrate whenever you need to.”
You nod even though he can’t see it, “Understood. The heat’s something else in here.”
A pause. Then, “Just keep stead. And Max told GP to tell me to tell you to remember what he said.”
A smile touches your lips, “I always do.”
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The track is a blur as you push your car to its limits, feeling the adrenaline surge in tandem with the roar of the engines. It’s as if the heat has seeped into your very core, burning with intensity. Each lap feels slightly longer, every turn a tad sharper, as the humid air takes its toll.
“Y/N,” Hugh radioes through, sounding distant and slightly distorted by the pounding in your head, “you’re P2. Great pace. Remember to sip some water.”
A trickle of sweat runs down the side of your face, stinging your eye. Blinking rapidly, you reach for the button that activates your hydration system.
“Got it,” your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears. The water is lukewarm and tastes metallic, not as refreshing as you had hoped.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he urges.
With every lap, the world outside your visor seems to grow brighter, the floodlights shimmering like mirages in a desert. The race has become a battle, not just against other drivers but against the environment and, increasingly, against yourself.
“You’re dropping pace. Is everything alright?” Hugh’s concerned voice crackles through.
A knot tightens in your stomach. “I don’t know. I ...” You trail off, the words catching in your throat as a wave of overwhelming dizziness hits.
You can hear the alarm in your engineer’s voice becoming more pronounced. “Y/N, talk to me. Do we need to pit?”
The heat wraps around you, constricting, making it difficult to breathe. Your hands, slick with sweat, struggle to grip the wheel even through your gloves. “Guys ... I don’t ... feel ...” The world spins and your words falters.
“Y/N? Y/N, talk to me!”
But before you can respond, before you can even finish your sentence, the world tilts and blurs into an incomprehensible whirlwind. The sweltering heat, the relentless pursuit of victory, and the weight of expectation converge into a maelstrom that engulfs you entirely.
Your hands, once deftly steering the RB19, now hang limply by your sides. The car veers off the track, careening towards the barriers. Panic rises in you but it’s too late. Your body refuses to act.
The deafening sound of metal against metal fills your ears, followed by the nauseating sensation of impact. The world outside your cockpit twists and spins, a kaleidoscope of colors and chaos. Then, abruptly, it all goes dark.
In the garage, your team watches in horror as the monitors show the violent crash. The radio falls silent, the connection severed. In that heartbeat, the world goes eerily quiet, punctuated only by the distant echoes of screeching tires and the blaring alarms.
Moments pass like hours and finally the static on the radio clears, replaced by your frantic race engineer, “—please respond. Y/N? Are you okay?”
But there’s no response. Your world remains shrouded in darkness as the circuit comes to a standstill, gripped by an eerie silence that drowns out even the most deafening of cheers.
The track is plunged into chaos. Red flags wave fervently, signaling danger. Marshals rush towards your wrecked car, their fluorescent jackets contrasting brightly against the night.
“Get her out! Get her out!” One of the marshals shouts as they reach your car. Your limp form is carefully extracted and they begin immediate first aid. The severity of the situation is clear — the heat, the dehydration, it’s all taken its toll.
The crowd watches, a collective gasp filling the air soon replaced by a thick, heavy silence. As your unconscious form is stretchered away, the weight of all those warnings crashes down.
Back on the pit wall, four words whispered into the radio are the first of many about to turn your boyfriend’s world upside down.
“Safety car, safety car.”
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“Max, we’re pitting this lap. Box, box,” the calm, steady voice of Gianpiero Lambiase, Max’s race engineer, instructs over the radio.
Max’s voice is curt, his mind still on the race. “Why? Tires feel fine.”
“Non-negotiable. Safety car is out. We need you to pit now.”
The urgency in GP’s voice is not lost on Max and he immediately senses that something is wrong. “What happened? Why is there a safety car?”
Silence follows for a heartbeat too long. “There was an incident. Just focus on your race.”
An icy dread seeps into Max’s bones. The circuit is massive yet his world feels terribly small at this moment. “Who was it? Who crashed?”
His engineer hesitates, and in that pause, the weight of a thousand possibilities presses on Max.
“Who. Was. It?”
GP wavers, “It’s 
 Y/N.”
Max’s breathing becomes ragged. Panic and fear flood his system. “Why the hell wasn’t I told immediately?”
“It was team orders. The decision was made to keep you focused on the race.”
Max laughs but it lacks any humor. “Team orders? You’re saying Christian decided not to tell me that Y/N ... my Y/N is hurt?”
“Yes,” the reply is uncharacteristically soft, “It was believed to be in everyone’s best interest for you to be fully focused on the race.”
Max has never felt such white-hot rage. He spits into the radio, seething with fury and pain. “You tell Christian that if he ever makes a decision like that again about someone I love, I’ll cut his balls off with a rusty spoon.”
“Max, I understand you’re upset. But right now, we need you to stay focused.”
Stay focused? When the love of his life is in potential danger? The weight of what that means presses down, threatening to crush him. “I need to see her,” he finally rasps out, voice breaking.
The plea hangs in the air, met by another long silence. Finally, the radio clicks on again, softer than ever. “Y/N would want you to finish. You know that. Win this for her.”
Tears blur Max’s vision, mixing with the sweat already pooling in his helmet, but he nods, a silent assent. The roaring engine now sounds distant, the glinting lights a backdrop to the storm that rages within him. Every second is an eternity, every turn a test of his resolve to keep racing. But Max drives on, pushing his limits for you.
Every fiber of his being silently screams your name, a prayer or a promise or both, Max doesn’t know. All he knows is that the faster he crosses the finish line, the sooner he can be with you.
For the world watching, the race continues, cars whizzing by. But for Max Verstappen, each lap, each second, is a race against his own heart, torn between duty and desperate love.
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“Her pulse is erratic! Get the defibrillator ready!” A medic shouts as the emergency team frantically works around you, the ambulance parked haphazardly nearby.
Another voice, calmer but filled with urgency, counters, “Wait, give her a moment. She might come around.”
“Come on, Y/N,” A young medic mutters, pressing an oxygen mask to your face. “Don’t do this.”
The ambulance door opens again, the head medic speaking into a radio, “We need an airlift, now. The situation’s deteriorating rapidly.”
Another voice, muffled, replies, “The helicopter’s on its way! Clear the area.”
As the medics continue to administer aid, working desperately to stabilize you, the chief medic tries to maintain order, “Every second counts. This heat stroke is severe, coupled with dehydration ... it’s a nightmare scenario.”
“We should have had more cooling stations,” the younger medic mutters. “The humidity coupled with the heat ... it’s brutal tonight. And we’re not even the ones out there driving.”
The older medic takes a deep breath. “That is on the organizations. We can’t fix there mistakes but we can focus on what happening now and do everything we can to get her through this.”
The thrum of helicopter blades soon overwhelms the noise of the circuit, growing louder as it approaches. Soon, the bright light from its landing spotlight punctuates the night. “The helicopter’s here!” Someone shouts.
“Alright, team, on three,” the chief medic commands. They work in perfect sync, lifting you carefully but quickly, your body still unresponsive.
As they approach the helicopter, the pilot shouts over the roar, “We’ve got the best onboard. She’s in good hands.”
“She’s one of our best,” the younger medic shouts back. “She has to be okay.”
The chief medic, securing you inside, murmurs more to himself than anyone else, “Come on, Y/N. The race isn’t over. Keep fighting.”
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“You expect me to smile and stand on that podium knowing she’s been airlifted to a hospital?” Max’s voice trembles with rage as he confronts the FIA officials blocking his way.
“Mr. Verstappen, there are rules, procedures,” an official replies stiffly.
“Rules? Y/N might be fighting for her life right now and you want to talk to me about rules?” Max’s hands clench and unclench as he physically holds himself back from throwing a punch.
Another official steps forward, trying to mediate, “Max, we understand your feelings but millions of viewers are watching. The podium is an essential part of the race.”
Max’s eyes flash with anger. “You think I care about a trophy when my girlfriend is in a hospital? Do you really think that piece of metal means anything to me right now?”
“We sympathize— ” the first official begins but is cut off by Max’s heated response.
“You sympathize? Do you even know what that word means?” He’s on the verge of breaking, voice barely above a whisper as he continues, “She is everything to me. Everything. And you want me to smile and wave for the cameras?”
The air grows thick with tension. The two drivers from McLaren waiting for their cue to go to the podium are silent, their eyes darting between Max and the officials.
A new voice interjects , “Let him go.”
It’s Lewis Hamilton, who despite DNFing early in the race, made his way across the paddock after seeing the distress on his rival’s face. “There are things more important than a ceremony.”
The officials exchange glances, clearly not expecting this intervention. But before they can reply, Max levels them with a final scathing look. “Fine me if you must! Penalize me! Suspend me for all I care! But I am going to her.”
And off he goes.
***
A nurse at the desk recognizes Max immediately when he runs into the hospital. “Mr. Verstappen,” she begins hesitantly, “Miss Y/L/N is in the ICU. Room 302.”
He doesn’t need any further prompting to sprint down the hall. Reaching the room, he stops dead in his tracks. You’re there, surrounded by machines that beep and whirr, tubes running to and from you, an oxygen mask on your face. The sight of you, once so full of life, now frail and vulnerable, breaks him.
His voice, when he finally managed to finds it, is a choked whisper, “Y/N ...”
Approaching the bedside, Max gently takes your hand, feeling its clamminess. “Hey, liefje ... it’s me,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. His tears fall freely, wetting the back of your hand.
“Come on, love,” his voice cracks as he continues, “You’ve got to pull through this. For us.”
He brushes a strand of hair from your face, tracing the familiar curves and lines he’s come to adore. “Remember that time in Monaco? When we snuck out for that secret dinner that our trainers would have killed us for? We promised each other forever that night. You can’t leave me now. Not when we’ve got so many more memories left to make.”
The room’s silence is punctuated only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor in a cruel reminder of the fragility of the moment.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs. “Please ... please come back to me.”
Leaning in, he rests his forehead against yours, allowing the weight of his anguish, love, and hope to flow between the two of you in the sterile room.
***
Nothing has changed. The steady beep of the heart monitor still punctuates the silence of the hospital room. Max sits vigilantly at your bedside, his hand gently clasping yours.
It’s been three days since the crash and you still have not woken up. The doctors say your condition is stable but uncertain.
Max leans in close and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning, liefje. I’m still here. Not going anywhere.”
He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle as if you might break. In the stark hospital lighting, the dark circles under his eyes are visible. Sleep hasn’t come easy to him, not with you lying here.
A soft knock at the door draws Max’s attention. Hugh pokes his head in hesitantly. “Hey, Max. Any change?”
Max shakes his head, swallowing hard. “Nothing yet. But she’s fighting. I know she is.”
Your race engineer steps further into the room, his expression solemn. “I should have seen the signs earlier. Pushed her to hydrate more. Slowed her pace.” His voice catches, “It was my job to look out for her.”
“This wasn’t your fault,” Max says firmly. “Y/N is stubborn. We both know that. She wanted to prove herself.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “It’s what makes her brilliant.”
Hugh pulls up a chair on the opposite side of the bed. For a moment, the two men sit in pensive silence. Then your race engineer speaks again, softer this time. “Has she ... has she responded at all? Squeezed your hand or anything?”
Max clenches his jaw and stares past Hugh at the blank wall. “No. Nothing yet. But I know she can hear me. I tell her about training, the team ... I update her on everything. She’ll want to jump right back in when she wakes up.”
Footsteps approach and a nurse enters, checking the equipment and your vitals. After making some notes on a chart, she offers an encouraging smile. “No change but she seems stable. Just keep talking to her. Familiar voices help.”
After she departs, Hugh leans forward, clasping your still hand. “Hear that, Y/N? You’ve got to wake up. The team needs you. Your fans are all rooting for you. And ...” His voice cracks. “I need my driver back.”
Max looks at him gratefully. “We all need her back.” Reaching out, he gives your race engineer’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.
Another knock sounds. This time, it’s Christian. His face is etched with guilt and worry. “Max. Any improvement today?”
Max’s expression hardens. He hasn’t forgotten Christian’s decision to withhold news of your crash. But his voice remains even as he responds to the team principal. “Nothing new.”
Christian pulls up a chair next to Hugh. He chooses his next words carefully. “Max, I need to apologize. I made the wrong call that night. You deserved to know immediately about Y/N. My priorities were skewed.” His voice shakes slightly. “Seeing her like this ... I would give anything to go back and change what I did.”
Max studies him for a long moment and some of the hardness leaves his eyes. “I appreciate that. But right now, the past doesn’t matter. All that matters is her getting better.”
Christian nods. Reaching out, he gently smoothes your hair. “You hear that, Y/N? We’re all here for you. Your whole team. Now you need to come back to us.”
A heavy silence settles on the room once more. The three of them remain clustered around the bed 
 keeping vigil 
 willing you to show any small sign of recovery.
After some time passes, the ringing of Hugh’s phone snaps the three men out of their thoughts. “Sorry to interrupt,” your press officer’s voice filters through the speaker, “but the team’s on the line. They want to send their well wishes to Y/N.”
Hugh glances at Max questioningly who nods, “Patch them through. Let the whole team remind her why she needs to wake up.”
A smile tugs at your race engineer’s lips. “You got it. Go ahead, team. She can hear you.”
A chorus of voices floods the room. Your mechanics, pit crew, strategists, PR team 
 everyone chimes in with encouraging messages.
“Come on, Y/N! We need our star girl back on the grid.”
“You can do this, kid. You’re the toughest one out there!”
“We all believe in you. Keep fighting!”
Max grips your hand tighter, emotions threatening to spill over. Even Christian and Hugh have sheens of tears in their eyes.
“Alright,” your race engineer says after the team signs off. “You heard them. Time to wake up.”
And that’s when Max feels it. A short, weak squeeze of his hand.
Then your eyelids begin to flutter.
“Y/N?” Max leaps to his feet, leaning over you anxiously. “Can you hear me?”
Slowly, painfully, your eyes open, taking in the scene around you. Confusion clouds your expression. “M-Max?” You rasp.
A brilliant smile breaks across Max’s face. Relief floods through him so powerful that his knees nearly buckle as he chokes out, “Yes, yes it’s me! You’re back, liefje. You’re really back.”
Hugh lets out a shaky laugh, scrubbing a hand across his face. “Welcome back, superstar.”
You try to speak again but Max hushes you gently. “Save your strength. We’ve got all the time in the world to talk.”
Christian grins, looking years younger. “Oh thank god. I need to tell the team. They’ll be thrilled. Welcome back, Y/N.” He hurries from the room, phone already in hand.
Your race engineer squeezes your shoulder. “Get some rest. We’ll all be here when you wake up.”
As he and the nurse move discreetly out of the room, you gaze up at Max. “You ... you stayed.”
Max lifts your hand to his lips, blinking back tears. “Of course I stayed. I’ll always stay by your side.”
He leans down, pressing his lips against your chapped ones. All the fear, the uncertainty, the heartache of the past few days melts away.
You’re back. You’re really back. And Max knows, without a shred of doubt, that your lives from this day on will be greater and more meaningful than all your wildest dreams.
***
In the following days, drivers from across the grid make the pilgrimage to your hospital room. They come bearing gifts — flowers, balloons, even a nearly life-size plush race car. But more importantly, they come bearing a message.
“That race should never have happened,” Lewis says solemnly, handing you a get-well card covered in signatures. “The heat was dangerous. We should have acted sooner.”
Esteban grips your hand tightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We should have spoken up about the conditions sooner. We all suffered but you suffered most.”
“Your crash woke us all up,” Lance adds. “No trophy is worth risking drivers’ safety even more than we already do each race.”
You’re moved by their solidarity but sigh knowingly. “The FIA would never have listened to just one driver saying something. But maybe they’ll listen to all of us.”
Max’s jaw clenches, residual anger simmering beneath the surface. “They have to listen. We won’t race in unsafe conditions again.”
The other drivers nod, They know the power that you all wield together and for the first time in a long time, you are going to use it.
In a show of outspoken unity, the GPDA drafts a strongly worded letter condemning the lack of caution around extreme heat and demanding tangible changes to make sure drivers aren’t put in avoidable jeopardy.
All twenty of you threaten to strike.
To your surprise, the FIA not only apologizes for the oversight but pledges to implement the requested changes immediately.
“Your crash was a wake-up call,” the FIA president says solemnly during a visit to your hospital room. “We should have protected you better. That will never happen again.”
When he departs, you let out a long breath, leaning back against the pillows. The anger and hurt from that night haven’t disappeared entirely but you feel a sense of hope, that some good has come from the experience.
Max clasps your hand between both of his. “What you went through is unacceptable but you used that to make the sport safer for every driver out there. I’m so proud of you.”
You give him a tired smile. “We did this together. All of us.”
He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest. When you’re better, we’ve got plenty more checkered flags to take. Side by side.”
The long road to full recovery still lies ahead. But with Max by your side, and all the drivers behind you, you know everything will be okay.
The race goes on but it will be a safer race thanks to you.
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