"You vanished for 10 years not even a fucking PI could find you Anastasia, and now you come back to what? Get under my skin?" ~~~~~ What happens when two people who seemingly hate each others guts meet again after 10 years, and become....teammates? Will old flames burn them again? What happens when all the secrets come to light? ~~~~~ "They hate each other so much I think they might set a fire to the whole paddock" "That's the thing, I don't think they actually do." "What do you mean?" "Have you seen how they look at one another? Even your grandmother's historic blind chihuahua would see that." "Charles, keep Betsy out of this." "I hate that fucking dog." ~~~~~ -enemies to lovers -obsession Max Verstappen x fem!oc

In Formula 1, everything is measured-lap times, margins, championships, legacies. For Max Verstappen and Evelyn Williams, the one thing never meant to be measured was what existed between them. They have been teammates, rivals, and best friends long before the world knew their names. Raised in the same paddocks, shaped by pressure and expectation, they understand each other in ways no one else ever could. Evelyn is chaos and defiance, loud where Max is controlled, reckless where he is precise. Max is discipline and restraint, steady where Evelyn pushes too far. Together, they balance on a knife's edge between comfort and destruction. To the public, they are Red Bull's most dangerous pairing: the reigning champion and the team's problem child. To each other, they are home. As the season unfolds, lines begin to blur. Late nights turn softer. Arguments linger too long. Touches last a second more than they should. What was once effortless-friendship, loyalty, trust-starts to feel heavier, charged with something neither of them has ever allowed themselves to want. Max has built his life on control. Evelyn has built hers on refusal to be owned. Falling in love threatens everything they've worked to protect: their careers, their partnership, and the one relationship neither of them can afford to lose. But in a world where winning has always come first, they are forced to confront a dangerous truth-some victories are worth more than championships, and some risks are impossible to ignore. From teammates to friends to something far more complicated, this is the story of two people who learned how to survive-then had to learn how to choose each other.

"I choose you." "Do you?" ● ● ● ● TSITP, conrad fisher Season 3

"'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚" In which he finds himself fighting for a heart that wasn't his. jannik sinner × oc

Cassie Fisher has spent her whole life at Cousins Beach with her mother, her brothers, and Laurel Park along with her kids Belly and Steven. Cassie has always had a crush on Steven, like how Belly has had a crush on Conrad for years. This summer changes everything for the Fishers and the Conklins. Will Cassie finally be able to kiss the boy she loves, or will mistakes from previous summers take over? (Steven Conklin x O/C)

two fractured souls find quiet grace in a night that never truly ends [dennis whitaker ✗ female!oc] w/ [trinity santos ✗ female!oc]

The rivalry didn't cool over winter. This season, it's going to burn. oscar piastri x fem!oc 2024 season

She's learning to trust again after years of being torn down. He's still piecing himself together after betrayal. Letting someone in was never part of the plan... until it started to feel like the only way out. Maybe together is where healing begins. Or they might fall apart trying.

Esme, a rising F2 rookie, struggles under the strict control of her father Luis, hiding exhaustion and bruises. Max Verstappen notices, quietly watching over her while Checo and Yuki try to bring her into the team. Tension builds as Max grows determined to protect her, whether she admits needing help or not. WARNING: IDK shit about F1 or 2. I just did a quick google search and went from there.

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 I write formula 1 oneshots and imagine for all of you . . .