💞💞🌬️~ RACING HEARTS SERIES ~🏎️🏎️💨
: { CAUTION: Cute Driver Approaching }
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The moment we’ve all been waiting for, The readers first race! Come along the ride and watch her pass the grid drivers leaving a trail of confused impressed and immensely enamored love struck drivers in her dust!
None— your regular schedule of grid boys hyping reader up!
NOTES: I placed emojis in this chapter to help make it easier to imagine :))
🎧 <—— Speaking on the radio
🎙️ <—— Live broadcast commentary
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If you haven't read the past chapters I suggest reading it to avoid any confusion as it is a direct continuation of the previous chapters here’s a link to the list! :))
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You Slammed down on the pedal hard, the tires of your car clawing deep into the asphalt, gripping on like a predator holding down its prey.
Each Engine on the grid released a chorus of screams, one by one — like beasts waking up. deafening, intoxicating, alive.
The roar of your own engine filled your chest, vibrating in your ribs, screeching like a monster unleashed.
Your hands shook on your steering wheel, knuckles white beneath your gloves. gripping it like it was the only thing tethering you to the world. Red-hot adrenaline scorched through your veins as your mind tried to steady itself, heart thrumming with the same frequency as the engine.
One thing was painfully clear: there was no turning back now.
As the grid erupted into motion. The strong scent of burning rubber and fuel started to wrap around your senses, thrilling and terrifying all at once as the wind whipped harshly against your helmet. every nerve singing with the thrill of acceleration as you neared turn one.
Patricia’s calm, guiding voice crackled through the radio:
“Focus, dear. Smooth getaway. Turn one is always tricky— Don’t panic. There’s a long race ahead.”
“You were never meant to stay in last place.”
You launched into the turn, lunging forward instinctively, careful not to clip anyone. Your eyes tracked Max as he shot past the first corner with effortless grace. Oscar slipped by like he was part of the asphalt and Lando hugged the race line clean and fast. Your pulse hammered as you followed carefully all the way at the back of the pack, skillfully weaving through the chaos that is turn one.
Your engineer sensed your tension immediately and was quick to remind you.
“Don’t look too far ahead kid, max is 20 cars away. Let’s not get overzealous, focus on the closest car to you, we’ll take them one by one.”
The first corner was messy — wheels sliding, a few sparks — but you kept your lines clean. The two rookies ahead of you were already defending against each other, opening an opportunity as one failed to overtake the other.
=Lap 1 POSITION GAINED: P21 → P20
Franco is the first car you catch — and the easiest.
He’s fighting the track more than he’s fighting you, corrections stacked on corrections, his rear never quite settled. You don’t rush it. You let the gap close naturally, let him see you in his mirrors long before you arrive.
When you pull alongside, he barely resists.
You bolt past, slicing cleanly along the inside.
You’re through almost gently — like stepping past someone who already understands the outcome.
🎧 Franco (exasperated): “Aaand just like that, she’s already gone.”
A pause. A quiet exhale from his engineer.
🎧 Franco’s Engineer: “It was inevitable. Just let her go.”
🎧 Franco (Chuckles): “The blow’s less harsh with it being her, I suppose.”
The timing tower flickers. Your name climbs. YN15 ⬆️ P20
🎙️ Live commentary: “Looks like our back-marker rookie starts her first lap with a clean overtake. You have to wonder — could this perhaps be the start of something special for the Porsche team?”
You grin inside your helmet.
One done only 19 more to go.
Patricia’s voice cuts in — controlled, pleased.
🎧 Patricia: “Good start. Eyes up. Don’t overcommit.”
With the first lap unfolding, the race becomes chaos and beauty intertwined. You can feel every ounce of power beneath you, every twitch of the car answering your hands. In-front of you, the other rookies weave and dart, hunting positions of their own.
You’ll have to earn every inch.
=Lap 3-5 POSITION GAINED: P20 → P19 (Jack Doohan)
Jack defends harder than Franco — but he’s nervous.
You can feel it in the way he places the car: always reacting, never dictating. Every move is a response, not a decision. This made it easy to control him despite his tries to intimidate you.
You smile at the cute attempt. “He’s trying to make me flinch.”
Copying his movements, you attempt to use his intimidation on himself. You show the nose of your car into the braking zone. Not a complete dive. Just a sudden presence to scare the Aussie — unmistakable, unavoidable.
🎧 Jack (Startled): “Mate! She’s sending it so early!”
🎧 Jack’s Engineer: “Jack, listen to me — defend cleanly, relax. race just started. Don’t freak out.”
🎧 Jack: “Hard not to when she’s driving like a damn missile so early into the race!”
He tries to shut the opening.
You wedge your cars nose in anyway, deeper than comfort allows, close enough to scare him without touching.
“Choose: contact with me or let me through.” you mutter under your breath.
🎧 Jack (radio): “I can’t — she’s being aggressive!”
🎧 Jack’s Engineer: “let her pass, it’s not worth risking the car!”
You slide through on the inside, tidy and calm, the pass completed before the corner even ends.
🎧 Jack (confused): “She seemed so sweet off track.”
🎧 Jack’s Engineer: “You’re clearly weak to cute things then-“
You grin under your helmet satisfied with the pace of your climb.
🎧 You: “Second one down.”
🎧 Patricia: “Beautiful. Keep it up.”
The gap behind you grows immediately.
Ahead, the next target waits.
=Lap 6-8 POSITION GAINED: P19 → P18 (Lance Stroll)
The first straight is a blur, but your eyes lock instantly on the next target: Lance. You catch him on the back of the straight, hugging the draft, tailing close enough to feel the air off his car.
🎧 Lance’s Engineer: “Lance, #15 is approaching fast.”
🎧 Lance (startled): “Jesus, already? She was miles back!”
🎧 Lance’s Engineer: “She’s not anymore. Prepare for pressure.”
🎧 Lance (muttering): “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Lance holds the racing line like it’s a shield, hoping raw straight-line speed will save him.
He squeezes. You squeeze back harder. Inches between wheels. Heart racing, tyres screaming, hitting the white lines of the track just under the limit.
You bait him into braking early. He bites.
He sees you there, far too close for comfort, and makes the only choice left: survival over pride. The door opens.
You slip through without even slowing. Exiting the corner, you’re ahead — momentum carrying you perfectly — and draw level before the next braking zone.
🎧 Lance (yelping): “Seriously?! Who drives like that?!”
🎧 You: “Onto the next one.”
🎧 Patricia: “Don’t get too confident, dear. We haven’t reached the podium contenders just yet.”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And the only female rookie is already on the move — slices past Stroll cleanly! That Porsche is looking rapid in race trim.”
Two down. Momentum building. Next target waiting.
=Lap 8-10 POSITION GAINED: P18 → P16 (Yuki Tsunoda & Pierre Gasly)
🎧 Your Race Engineer: “Two cars ahead, kid — 0.6 seconds, closing in.”
Pierre is measured, experienced. He doesn’t panic. Yuki, aggressive and sharp, reacts faster than any rookie. You know you have to earn these positions.
“Eyes up. Timing is everything.” You mentally drill into your head.
You’re on Yuki before he even realizes. One quick glance in his mirror — and suddenly, you’ve appeared out of nowhere. The sleek baby blue chrome of your car gleaming menacingly in the sun.
🎧 Yuki (worried): “No no no NO — I don’t want her behind me this early!”
🎧 Yuki’s Engineer: “Too late for that.”
Pierre doesn’t miss it either.
🎧 Pierre (bewildered): “Mon Dieu… tell me that’s not her.”
🎧 Pierre’s Engineer: “its her.”
🎧 Yuki (concerned): “She’s gaining like crazy!”
🎧 Pierre (confused): “But she started DEAD last no?”
🎧 Pierre’s Engineer: “She’s faster than anybody we’ve seen on data.”
Your car sticks close to the Alpine and Red Bull, shadowing them through every corner, every slight imperfection. You pressure them, forcing tiny compromises — a missed apex here, a shallow exit there.
You Squint analyzing the upcoming possible race line for Turn 5. Tiny gap, but it’s there.
🎧 You (pensive): I see an opening. Small, very small, but possible. Do I risk it?
🎧 Your Race Engineer(smirks): “I trust you.”
The daring move is executed in a heartbeat. You thread the needle, dive-bombing past Yuki and Pierre through Turn 5, inches to spare, precise, aggressive. Heart hammering, adrenaline spiking.
🎧 Pierre (Startled): “WHaT!? How small was that gap?? She didn’t even hesitate?!”
🎧 Yuki (Yelps): “WHAT THE—?!” Swerves, startled. “No way was there a damn gap???”
🎧 You: “YES MAAM THATS HOW WE DO IT!”
🎧 Patricia: “BEAUTIFULLY DONE! That’s how we do it! Keep that pace!”
Two more down. Momentum building. The podium is getting closer.
🎧 Pierre (radio): “deadly off track and on track, how is this fair to my heart?”
🎧 Pierre’s Engineer: “Focus Pierre, focus.”
🎧 Yuki (radio): “I can’t decide if I’m more attracted or scared.”
🎧 Yuki’s engineer: “I’m more surprised you weren’t cussing the entire time.”
🎧 Yuki (radio): “I refuse to ever cuss at her.”
🎧 Yuki’s engineer: “right..”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And there it is — a breathtaking double overtake by the Porsche rookie! Threading the needle through Turn 5, she’s proving that speed isn’t just raw — it’s intelligence, courage, and perfect timing.”
=Lap 15-19 POSITION GAINED: P16 → P15 (Liam Lawson)
🎧 Your Race Engineer: “Note: Battery full. Press-and-hold overtake available on Liam coming up on turn 7.”
Straight-up brawl. Liam defends like he has everything to prove.
Lap after lap, several corners pass. You stay patient, forcing him to protect the inside, letting him compromise his exits.
You dive. He counters. You switchback. He blocks. Inches separate your cars. Every heartbeat measures throttle and grip. You breathe on his rear wing until he finally oversteers.
🎧 Liam (radio): “She’s absolutely relentless!” Laughing in disbelief.
🎧 Liam’s Engineer: “Copy. Play less aggressive — tires took a hit. Watch for marbles, losing grip.”
🎧 Liam (radio): “Hard to not be aggressive when she’s is literally breathing down my neck, mate!”
The overtake finally sticks. Smooth, decisive, earned.
🎙️ Live commentary: “And there it is! A masterclass of patience and aggression — the Porsche has One of the Racing Bulls behind her, yet again showing her pace is something not to be ignored!”
The more position you gained the more your skills sharpened. Truly, the track was your world. You could feel the grip of the tires, the vibration of the engine, the rhythm of the corners. Each overtake sent a thrill up your spine.
=Lap 20-24 POSITION GAINED: P15 → P14 (Gabi Bortoleto)
Gabi’s team of engineers watch the replay of your overtake of Liam with open mouths. One of them mumbles out “She’s breezing through with alarming speed.” A grim look shared between their faces
“Quick we need to inform Gabi asap to watch out.” His head engineer warns him.
🎧 Gabi’s Engineer: “Gabi, #15 is coming. Fast.”
🎧 Gabi (confused): “The hell do you mean, fast?”
🎧 Gabi’s Engineer: “Purple sector fast.”
🎧 Gabi (shudders): “Oh sh*t.”
Gabi is smooth, precise, cautious — a master of measured racing, it’s how he won his f2 championship the year before, But you close the gap rapidly through the middle sector, your car glued to the track where his starts to float. Every inch is controlled, calculated.
The pass happens under braking — late, confident, unavoidable. No contact. No drama. Just clean subtraction.
You blast past him in a perfect outside maneuver, tyres gripping as if the track is bending to you.
🎙️ Live commentary: “Look at the timing screens! The Porsche rookie is running at a pace comparable to the leaders! Absolutely astonishing!”
🎧 Gabi (incredulous): “MAte— WHAT?! She just… teleported around me!”
🎧 Gabi’s Engineer (amused): “Yeah. That was an outside pass. Textbook.”
🎧 Gabi: “That was not textbook, that was sorcery!”
🎧 Gabi’s Engineer (half-smile in his voice): “Sorcery? Or perhaps you were a little bit distracted.”
🎧 Gabi (defensive): “I’m not distracted!”
🎧 Gabi’s Engineer (dry): “Telemetry disagrees.”
🎧 Gabi (offended): “I was not— okay maybe a little— but still! I swear she wasn’t even there when I defended!”
🎧 Gabi’s Engineer: “We’ll put that in the debrief.”
🎧 Gabi (scrambling): “please do not bring this up, I’m begging.”
Back at the pit wall Patricia starts to smack your head engineer in the back, big grin growing by the second. She didn’t want to pressure you but boy were you performing like a beast.
🎧 Patricia: Another one down. Clean, decisive. Momentum building. The front runners are starting to feel within reach dear. Keep pushing.
=Lap 25-30 POSITION GAINED: P14 → P13 (Isack Hadjar)
🎧 Isack’s Engineer: “Isack, the Porsche is gaining eight tenths per sector.”
🎧 Isack (panicked): “Excuse me… did you just say eight… EIGHT!? Ohhh no no no — please tell me she’s far.”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer: “She’ll be there soon.”
🎧 Your Engineer: “Keep this pace up and you’ll be within DRS range in three laps.”
You lick your drying lips. “Noted.”
Isack glances at his mirrors. Your Porsche grows alarmingly fast behind him. Instantly, his posture tenses.
🎧 Isack (sweating): “I shouldn’t have looked at my mirror…”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer (helpfully cruel): “Agreed. That was your first mistake. The second was having a crush on her.”
🎧 Isack (tight lipped): “Really mate? On the radio! People are going to clip this!”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer: “Well at least your whole ‘i broke ze car’ meme will finally be forgoten.”
🎧 Your Engineer (calm): “DRS range. We are comfortably in DRS range.”
You tap the DRS button. The car snaps forward, acceleration bleeding into the straight, alive under your fingers.
🎧 Isack (panicking): “She’s coming, she’s coming, she’s—”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer: “Defend inside.”
🎧 Isack: “I am defending inside!”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer: “Defend more.”
🎧 Isack: “There is no more inside!”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer (mildly exasperated): “Well do something. You’re giving her too much room.”
He defends inside. You commit to the outside — the long, risky line. He tries to cross you. No space. No hesitation. The car holds.
🎧 Isack (Incredulous): “She’s actually insane!”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer (half-smile in his voice): “In your case I think she is called distracting-.”
🎧 Isack (flustered): “I was not distracted!”
🎧 Isack’s Engineer (sighing, teasing): “Sure … maybe quit thinking about her face next time she’s on your ass mate.”
🎧 Isack (flustered): “this is not how I wanted to go viral mate-“
🎧 Patricia: “You’re climbing nicely. Stay smooth!”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And the female rookie doesn’t let up — Isack is being pressured like never before, and she’s showing no signs of stopping!”
=LAP 30 FIRST PIT STOP OF THE RACE
🎧 You: “Box, box. Grip’s falling away. Commit to Strat Alpha.”
🎧 Your Engineer: “Understood. Box this lap. Crew is ready.”
The pit entry swallowed you whole.
Speed limiter engaged. The engine’s scream dropped to a restrained snarl. Fluorescent lines and concrete walls rushed past, inches from your mirrors. For the first time in thirty laps, you weren’t fighting anyone but yourself.
Your eyes burned — dry, aching — so you blinked hard, once, twice, forcing moisture back as the car rolled to a precise halt on its marks.
And then — chaos. Beautiful, controlled chaos.
The crew descended in perfect sync. Wheel guns cracked like gunshots. Old tires ripped away; new rubber slammed on with violent efficiency. The car jolted as it was dropped back to the ground.
🎧 You Engineer: “Green light. Go!”
You launched. Throttle buried. Rear tires biting hard as you fired out of the box and back into the pit lane stream. The engine howled again — alive, furious.
Merging back onto the circuit, heart hammering, eyes already hunting braking points. No traffic. Clean air.
The timing tower flickered. Your name stayed in place: Currently P13. Momentum still on the high.
Here we go. Back in the fight.
🎧 Your Engineer: “Great timing, no traffic, position maintained!”
=Lap 31-34 POSITION GAINED: P13 → P12 (Ollie Bearman)
🎧 Ollie’s Engineer: “She’s approaching with purple sectors.”
🎧 Ollie (anxious): “Please don’t say purple… purple scares me.”
“Relax. Let him think he’s in control.”
You let him stew, creeping closer, close enough that every twitch of your car is a question he can’t ignore. Finally, you’re beside him.
Four corners. Wheel-to-wheel. A delicate dance of speed and nerve.
🎧 Ollie (determined): “I’m not giving this for free. No way.”
You feint inside, a deliberate tease, knowing he’ll over-defend. He bites, squeezing into the corner.
At Turn 2, you switchback, forcing him onto the compromised racing line. Your momentum carries you clean past him, the smooth reversal giving you the optimal exit.
One clever feint later — you’re through.
By the time Ollie realizes, the move is already history.
🎧 Ollie (flabbergasted): “She BAITED me! SHE BAITED ME!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I FELL FOR THAT!”
🎧 Ollie’s Engineer (absolutely unhelpful): “Yeah… turns out admiring her face mid-corner was a poor strategic choice.”
🎧 Ollie (Instant denial): “No— I was not looking at her! I was looking at the track! The racing line! She just— she drives annoyingly well, okay?! That’s— that’s on her, not me!”
🎧 Ollie’s Engineer: “Terrible lie mate.”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And there it is — another masterful rookie overtake! Ollie Bearman left scratching his helmet as the Porsche charges on, flawless and ruthless in execution!”
Another one down. Focus. The podium is coming.
=Lap 41-50 POSITION GAINED: P12 → P11 (Nico Hülkenberg)
🎧 Nico’s Engineer: “Heads up, #15 next. She’s… she’s basically hunting.”
🎧 Nico (Incredulous): “What do you mean hunting?? Like… animal hunting??”
🎧 Nico’s Engineer: “…Yes.”
Nico gives a veteran fight — smooth, calculated, every line defended to perfection. But you’re ready.
You brake later — much later — into the corner, tyres screaming, the edge of adhesion trembling. For a heartbeat, it feels like you’ve gone too far.
Nico inches back. You don’t.
He holds the outside like a knife-edge, daring you to fail.
🎧 Nico (frustrated): “She’s outrageous! What kind of braking point is that?!”
🎧 Nico’s Engineer: “The alarmingly risky kind.”
🎧 Nico (tired): “I feel like I just aged another ten years because of her.”
You slide past with surgical precision. Calm, clean, unavoidable.
🎧 Nico (muttering): “Who gave her permission to make ME feel like the rookie??”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And another one bites the dust — Nico Hülkenberg passed with authority as the rookie Porsche continues her relentless climb up the field!”
Front of the pack getting closer with every lap.
The laps blurred together, each corner a heartbeat, each straight a roar of power and anticipation. By now, the midfield chaos had thinned. You were clawing into the points — P10 hot in your sights — tires still gripping, adrenaline coursing through your veins like wildfire.
Focus. Focus. You muttered under your breath, jaw tight. Doubt creeping up your spine, insistent and unwelcome, the thoughts of failure brought up by the fact that you’d be facing world champion winners soon.
🎧 Patricia (calm but firm): “Keep it smooth. Keep it tight. Watch your apex. Remember your lines, your braking points — you’re faster than you think. Eyes up.”
Her words cut through the fog. You let out a shaky sigh, forcing your focus forward.
The points were just ahead, you can’t let your nerves get the best of you now. The harder midfield battle loomed ahead — Max, Oscar, and Lando already far in front, stretching a gap as leaders of the race. But the challenge only lit a fire under you.
=Lap 51-53 POSITION GAINED: P11 → P10 (Alex Albon)
Alex jolts at the voice crackling through his radio.
🎧 Alex’s Engineer (shaky, borderline terrified): “Alex… caution. Porsche rookie is right behind.”
🎧 Alex (confused): “Your voice is shakey? Are you okay? …sounds like you've just watched a horror movie mate.”
His engineer doesn’t flinch, eyes glued to your data, screen flashing purple sectors.
🎧 Alex’s Engineer (grave): “Because I have been watching a horror movie…”
Alex glances in his mirrors. There you are — impossibly close, ghost-like, the car growing in size and menace with every passing second. He panics… politely.
🎧 Alex (panicked): “Ah, yes I now seen what you mean.”
Your right on his rear in a matter of seconds.
🎧 Alex (muttering): “Guys… I swear I can already see all the highlight reels of her. I don’t want to be the next one.”
🎧 Alex’s Engineer: “Defend, Alex.”
🎧 Alex (screaming): “I’m absolutely terrified!”
🎧 Alex’s Engineer: “ShhhHh just focus.”
🎧 Alex (screaming): “When the heck did she even get here?”
🎧 Alex’s Engineer: “I have no clue.”
🎧 Alex (freaking out): “But that’s literally your joB!?”
For three corners, he holds you off — careful, reactive, trying to play defense against something he can’t quite comprehend.
Through the chicane, smooth, precise, invisible until it’s done. Phantom-like. No contact. No hesitation.
🎧 Alex (Incredulous, heart racing): “HOW CAN SOMEONE SO CUTE BE SO TERRIFYING!”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And just like that, the rookie slices past Alex Albon as if he wasn’t even there! The Porsche is on a relentless climb, and the midfield has officially taken notice!”
Up ahead, a slight scuffle unfolded between Alonso and Carlos — a small tangle, leaving bits of debris scattered across the track. Race officials didn’t spot the contact between the Aston and Williams thus no yellow flag was properly enforced.
By the next sector, you felt it — a subtle wobble through the rear. A minor puncture. Not catastrophic, but enough to force your hand. The second pit stop would come earlier than expected.
“Of course.” You groan under your breath.
=LAP 54 2ND PIT-STOP OF THE RACE
🎧 You: “Box box! Slight puncture on left rear tire. I think there was debris on track? Why was there no yellow flag??? UGH! Let’s change to plan Bravo. Mediums aren’t working for me anyway.”
🎧 Patricia: “Copy that, dear. Relax. We’ll have them review it. Change pit strategy: Bravo. Mechanics are ready.”
The pit lane appeared. You braked perfectly, rolling into your box. Mechanics danced around your car, precise and practiced. Tires swapped in record time. Instead of mediums soft tires were placed in record time for the final stint. Minor adjustments made to wing angles at your engineer’s call.
“Go! Go! Go!” Patricia’s voice punctuated your departure. You released the brakes, shot back onto the track, and in the first corner after exiting, you were back in the fray.
By now, your name was echoing across the pit wall monitors — the rookie who had started at the very back and was now a serious contender in the midfield. Each overtake, clean and ruthless, drew whispers, stares, and admiration from your competitors and their teams.
2.4 seconds. A fast pit stop
— but traffic screws you.
🎧 Patricia : “stay calm dear. If you’ve done it once you can do it again. Time for the sequel.“
=Lap 55 POSITION GAINED: RETAKING P10 (Retaking Alex Albon, Nico Hulkenberg, & Oliver Bearman)
🎧 Patricia: “Don’t worry, you’ve got the pace. Push hard.”
🎧 Your Engineer: “They’re scared. Intimidate them further. All leaving clean lines for you — hesitant to engage.”
🎧 Patricia (smirks) : “Good. Intimidation is the first impressions I want them to have of you on track.”
Following instructions from your engineer you’re quick to slot closely behind Ollie, in no time you’re in DRS range in just two laps.
🎧 Ollie (frustrated laugh): “Ah shit here we go again.”
🎧 Nico: “Shit… she’s back already…”
🎧 Alex (panicked): “She’s in my mirrors again, isn’t she—dammit, I KNEW IT!”
Each of them tries to defend. You go full monster mode.
Through the esses, you execute a daring triple overtake — Nico, Alex, and Ollie all in one fluid, audacious maneuver. Tires brush asphalt with inches to spare, each car narrowly avoided, each pass surgical.
🎧 Alex : “Nope. Not dying today.”
🎧 Ollie : “that was hot.”
🎧 Nico : “I’m too old for this man”
Just behind, Isack witnesses the chaos.
🎧 Isack (stunned): “Jesus! Did she just… overtake three cars?!”
🎧 Your Race Engineer: “You are now safely in the points. I repeat — in the points!”
You smirk under your visor. Focused. Apex, braking point, line — perfect.
🎧 You: “I’m not satisfied yet.”
🎙️ Live commentary: “#15 has performed a triple overtake! She’s inside the top ten! Absolutely phenomenal for a rookie — this Porsche is making some serious noise, the race leaders better start watching their back there’s a rocket in town!”
🎧 Patricia (holding back her smile): “Momentum building. The podium is coming. One apex at a time dear.”
=Lap 56 POSITION GAINED: P10 → P9 (Carlos Sainz)
Now the big boys start sweating.
🎧 Carlos’ Engineer: “Carlos, car #15 is coming in hot. She just triple-passed Nico, Alex, and Ollie.”
🎧 Carlos (stunned): “Triple-passed? She’s a brave little thing isn’t she?”
🎧 Carlos’ Engineer: “Affirm. She’s two tenths back.”
🎧 Carlos: “Two tenths? She was in another postcode five minutes ago!”
🎧 Carlos’ Engineer: “Well, she’s moved in.”
A breath. Not panic. Not nerves.
🎧 Carlos (lower): “Alright. Let her try.
He adjusts his line subtly, protecting the inside into Turn 8. Smooth hands. Calm inputs. He’s not defending out of fear. He’s inviting a challenge.
You go around the outside.
He holds it. Inches between you. Tires whispering at the limit.
Through 9, you’re still there.
Through 10, you refuse to disappear.
🎧 Carlos’ Engineer: “She’s very close.”
🎧 Carlos (amused but focused): “I can see that.”
The crowd noise rises like a storm building over asphalt.
🎧 Carlos (radio, laughing despite himself): “She doesn’t back out! I like this.”
🎧 Engineer: “Focus, Carlos.”
🎧 Carlos: “I am focused. She just… doesn’t scare easily.”
You show outside. He covers.
For a full lap, it’s controlled combustion. Every corner a negotiation of pride. Every straight a dare.
Then you send it properly.
Later on the brakes. Later than logic recommends.
You slide alongside him, front wing just ahead before the apex.
He tries to hold you there. Forces you to commit.
🎧 Carlos (breath catching): “Okay… okay.”
There’s a grin in his voice now. The kind that only shows up when someone meets him exactly where he lives.
You get the traction first.
He slots into your slipstream immediately.
🎧 Carlos (quieter): “I like brave.”
He pulls alongside again, refusing to let it go, refusing to let you breathe.
🎙️ Commentary: “They are absolutely refusing to give each other space! This is fierce, this is personal!”
He doesn’t dive recklessly. He presses. Forces you to defend every corner perfectly. Tests you.
When you finally secure it, clean and decisive, he exhales through a laugh.
🎧 Carlos (breathless): “Madre mía… she didn’t even hesitate, that was spicy.”
🎧 Carlos (softer): “Remind me to tell her after the race… that was beautiful.”
🎧 Carlos’ Engineer: “I don’t think you even need me to remind you mate.”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And she’s through! The Porsche rookie slices past Carlos Sainz in a masterclass of precision and nerve — nobody in the midfield is safe!”
Lap 57 POSITION GAINED: P9 → P8 (Fernando Alonso)
🎧 Alonso’s Engineer: “Heads up, Fernando. #15 is making… alarming progress. She just passed Carlos. Her lap times are currently faster.”
🎧 Alonso (laughing): “Ay ay ay… okay. Time to play.”
Alright, rookie… let’s see what you’ve got.
You attack. He counters. Alonso elbows you at Turn 14 — masterclass veteran craft. Forcing you wide, Carlos slips past again. You drop back to P10.
🎧 Patricia (calm): “Don’t panic. Alonso’s defenses are no easy task to beat. Just relax and follow whichever race line feels best.”
He defends brilliantly. You attack harder. Respect for your favorite driver runs deep — but there’s no holding back.
Eyes forward. Commit. Just like every other overtake.
You catch the inside line at Turn 4. Brake just late enough to scare yourself, inches from the edge, wheel-to-wheel. His helmet glances toward you — a tiny acknowledgment of your audacity. The thrill surges.
🎧 Alonso (muttering, half-frustrated, half-proud): “Hah… rookie’s got guts.”
🎧 Alonso’s Engineer (checking): “You good, Alonso? She ate your wheels up. Box if you need.”
🎧 Alonso (chuckling): “Bueno. She is ruthless. I approve.”
Carlos sees you returning and mutters under his breath: “No nooo… I just got her off my mirrors!!”
You fake left, go right, sweep past — clean, fearless, unstoppable.
🎧 Your Engineer: “Back to P8. Good job, kid.”
🎙️ Live commentary: “And just like that, the Porsche navigates past the iron walls of Fernando Alonso! A masterclass of bravery against El nano — and a huge statement for the midfield battle!”
Lap 58-60 POSITION GAINED: P8 → P7 (Kimi Antonelli)
Next lap. You were breathing, but barely. Tires gripping. Engine screaming. The track twisted ahead like a serpent. The gap in front was tantalizingly small — Kimi Antonelli, just ahead.
🎧 Kimi (tense): “Guys… she’s behind me.”
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer: “Copy.”
🎧 Kimi: “No no, you don’t get it — SHE’S RIGHT THERE.”
He tries one big defensive move. You counter perfectly.
🎧 Kimi (frustrated): “She read my mind—!”
Kimi is young, fast, fearless. You do everything to shake him — pressure relentlessly, flash your nose, back out, flash again. Each lap, he defends harder. Tyres fade. Margins shrink.
When the opening comes, it’s tiny.
Tiny gap or not, I’m going for it.
You take it, forcing him wide. The pass is clean, surgical. Your pulse doesn’t slow for a long moment afterward — adrenaline still pounding.
By Lap 60, your climb has been impressive. Kimi and Alonso trail, trying to regain ground, but your lines are flawless, your brake points perfect.
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer: “Kimi I suggest box this lap, tires are not looking good.”
🎧 Kimi (frustrated): No I won’t box until I get another attempt to squeeze past!
The poor boy was desperate to pass you causing his moves to be completely predictable.
You anticipate, defend your line perfectly, subtly flick the car toward the apex just enough to make him hesitate. Tiny mental victory. He backs off. Alonso and Kimi are left battling behind you.
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer (amused): “Gotta give it to her she’s Brave.”
🎧 Kimi: “Brave?! That was— that was beautiful!”
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer (Chortles): “her face or her driving?”
🎧 Kimi (backtracking): “I meant… the driving! The car placement— I wasn’t—”
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer (teasing now): “You do know this is a race, not a first date.”
🎧 Kimi (flustered, laughing): “I KNOW that! I’m just saying she’s— she’s really smooth, okay?!”
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer: “Uh-huh. Eyes forward Kimi. And stop smiling.”
🎧 Kimi (defensive): “I’m not smiling!”
🎧 Kimi’s Engineer (dry): “I can hear your heart beating on the radio just from thinking of her.”
🎧 Kimi (embarrassed): “Okay. Please stop talking, if you’re going to tease me please do it off track and don’t air it out on the radio mate.”
*The live camera feed cuts to Kimi’s pit wall laughing hysterically*
🎙️ Live commentary: “And there she goes! The rookie Porsche now controlling the midfield with surgical precision — Kimi and Alonso left to fight for scraps behind her!”
🎧 Patricia: “One step closer Keep pressing, you’re getting closer to race leaders.”
Lap 61-67 POSITION GAINED: P7 → P6 (Lewis Hamilton)
🎧 Your Engineer: “Hamilton up ahead — caution.”
Your engineer’s voice slices through the cockpit, sharp enough to spike your pulse.
The name alone tightens something in your chest. Seven-time world champion. A driver who doesn’t give away corners, doesn’t make small mistakes, doesn’t get rushed — and certainly doesn’t get intimidated.
🎧 Hamilton’ Engineer: “Lewis, she’s P7 now.”
He smirks beneath his visor — the way he always seems to sense a challenge before it arrives.
🎧 Hamilton (amused): “Well… look who finally arrived.”
You close in through the middle sector, but he places the car perfectly — defensive without being desperate. Every line deliberate. Every brake point exact.
Oh gosh this will certainly be a test.
You show the nose into Turn 1. He shuts it down. Clean. Legal. Absolutely blocking you from an opening.
🎙️ Live commentary: “#15 Attempts a risky move on turn 6 but Hamilton holds firm.”
Lap after lap, he makes you earn every tenth. You pressure the entry — he guards the apex. You fake inside — he reads it instantly. You try the exit — he short-shifts, denies you the run.
Okay. He’s definitely not making this easy.
So you change the tactics. Your breathing stalled as you tried to think. He’s been reading you this entire time, maybe it’s time to return the favor and read him.
You stay wider through the final corner. Sacrifice the entry. Trust the exit.
The moment you straighten the wheel, the car comes alive.
🎙️ Live commentary: “Porsche rookie looking like she’s got a run here.”
You’re closer than before — close enough that he knows you’re there.
He leaves just enough room — not generosity, but respect.
You brake late. The tyres scream. The world narrows to a single strip of tarmac.
🎙️ Live commentary: “Oh— hang on— hang on— could it be? Will the rookie who started P21 claim P6 on this lap!?”
🎙️ Live commentary: “This is extraordinary.”
The cameras scramble, cutting away from the leaders, locking onto your car as it flashes into frame on the big screen.
You claim the apex by a breath. Control the exit.
And finally — finally — you’re ahead.
🎙️ Live commentary: “And she’s through Hamilton!”
For half a second, it doesn’t feel real.
Hamilton mutters to himself calm, impressed “Not bad, rookie… not bad at all.”
Your hands stay steady on the wheel, but your heart is pounding hard enough you feel it in your teeth.
You squeal on the radio: “—/-Holy shit that was EPIC—-!.”
It starts as a gasp — tens of thousands in the stands realizing the same thing at once — then swells into something louder, rougher, alive. The grandstands erupt, a wave of sound crashing over the circuit, rolling through your helmet until it vibrates in your chest.
If no one was paying attention to your race before, they most certainly are now.
Screens across the circuit update in unison. Timing towers flicker—- YN15 ⬆️P6
🎙️ Live commentary: “The rookie — who started dead last, P21 — is now up into P6 Just Grazing the Top 5!”
The roar grows again, disbelief tipping into excitement, excitement igniting into something electric.
🎙️ Live commentary: “That is not normal pace.”
🎙️ Live commentary: “That is an absolute statement drive.”
Your name pulses on the timing tower — higher than anyone expected it to climb today.
And for the first time all race, it feels like the entire world is watching the same baby blue car speeding through the circuit.
The cheering crowd only fanned the already lit fire— your engineer and Patricia in your ear keeping you grounded. You were not reckless, not frantic — but razor-sharp. Every input deliberate. Every movement economical. You sliced through the thinning midfield with a precision that belied your rookie status, the car responding like it was an extension of your own nervous system.
🎧 Patricia (reeling): “Gap to car ahead: eight-tenths. Keep the tyres in the optimal window. Don’t forget to keep battery in check, recover energy while you catch up to P5.”
🎧 You :“Yes, ma’am,” you answered automatically, the words steady even as your pulse thundered. Adrenaline and joy braided together in your chest, something fierce and euphoric. You felt alive — in a way nothing else had ever come close to touching.
The timing tower confirmed it.
Hamilton was behind you now.
Ahead, the picture changed.
Max and Oscar were already gone, operating on a different plane entirely, stretching the race at the front like it belonged to them. Untouchable. For now…
But just behind that elite bubble, the air grew heavier.
Three names that didn’t usually look over their shoulders.
Yet sector by sector, lap by lap, they were starting to feel you there — whether they wanted to admit it or not.
🎧 Your Engineer: “Fuel’s good. Tires are holding. No issues so far. You’re on fire — keep it smooth.”
🎧 Your Engineer: “Charles and George coming up. You’ve got the pace to challenge.”
Your eyes flicked forward, locking onto the duo ahead. Their cars no longer felt distant — no longer felt mythical.
Your grip tightened, just slightly, as you lined up the next braking zone.
Let’s see how the front feels.
Lap 68 POSITION GAINED: P6 → P5 (George Russell)
🎙️ Live commentary: “Unbelievable progress — Porsche already up to the fringes of the top six from the back of the grid . And now — all eyes are on George Russell, because the star rookie is coming.”
🎧 George’s Engineer: “Hamilton currently battling behind with Porsche girl.”
George hears it before he sees you.
🎧 George (exasperated): “Porsche? here?Already? Nah, come on, man…”
The timing screen updates.
🎧 George (lower): muttering under his breath “…But she started last.”
🎧 George’s Engineer: “Yes. We don’t understand it either.”
You’ve been there for several laps now battling Lewis just behind him— close enough that he can’t forget you, far enough that he keeps hoping you’ll fade.
The soft tyres sing beneath you, alive, hungry, your Porsche pinned to the racing line like it belongs there. Every corner trims another tenth from the gap. Every straight makes you slightly bigger in his mirrors.
George check his mirrors again.
Ahead of you — Lewis Hamilton.
Measured. Immaculate. Defending like a seven-time champion does.
You commit into the braking zone — fearless, precise — forcing the space that shouldn’t exist. For a split second you’re side by side.
George watches it happen in real time.
Your blue car emerges ahead.
🎧 George (quiet): “…She just passed Lewis.”
There’s something empty in his voice now.
🎧 George’s Engineer: “Affirmative. Porsche Rookie is through Hamilton.—-”
If she can do that to him—
The Mercedes monitors glow with telemetry. Sector deltas scroll too fast to process. George’s onboard camera fills one screen — your Porsche growing larger in his mirrors with every corner.
One of his engineers mutters, barely audible:
“…She’s already on Russell.”
Toto Wolff doesn’t speak at first.
He stands with arms folded, jaw set, eyes locked on the timing tower as your name climbs again.
He leans forward slightly.
🎧 George’s Engineer: “Be ready, mate. She’s on a rocket pace. You’re next on her radar.”
🎧 George (worried): “Please don’t say it like that. Makes me feel like prey.”
🎧 George’s Engineer: “Probably because you are prey.”
🎧 George (flat): “Gee thanks for the support mate.”
A large baby blue mass much more prominent than before appears in his mirrors —Your car, close— Close enough to fill his mirror completely.
🎙️ Live commentary: “That gap between the Mercedes and the Porsche is coming down rapidly.”
You smile. “Let’s see how you dance Mr.Consistent.”
“How old are her tires?” Toto asks.
“Older than George’s tires by a few laps” an engineer replies. “But despite this… her pace hasn’t dropped.”
“She’s quicker than George in Sector 2.”
Toto exhales through his nose.
“That’s not tyre luck,” he says flatly.
“That’s absolute control.”
A live screen changes to a live feed. A cameraman catches Toto standing hand against his chin — not in anger, not in disbelief.
“Tell George to stay calm,” Toto adds.
“No heroics. If she’s faster, let it go. It won’t be worth it to ruin his current tires, we’re done with our two pit stop strat. If he burns away his current tires we’d have to switch to the three pit Strat and we did not plan for that.”
On track, his radio crackles.
🎧 George’s Engineer: “George, manage expectations. Don’t overdefend.”
George doesn’t answer right away.
🎧 George (tenses): “…Copy.”
Into Turn 1, George defends the inside — hard, instinctive, protective.
You commit to the outside.
The way that only works if you believe in it completely.
🎙️ Live commentary: “She’s all over George Russell now — closing, closing…”
Side by side. Speed bleeding off. Grip holding when it shouldn’t. Tyres whispering on the edge of protest.
For a heartbeat, neither of you yield.
🎧 George (confused): “She’s gaining — this is unfair speed!”
🎧 George’s Engineer: “She is simply faster.”
🎧 George (flustered): “Well tell her to stop being faster!!”
🎧 George’s Engineer: “That’s not how it works mate
🎧 George (flustered): “I Know I’m just trying to cope because there’s a Porsche up my ass!”
A breath barely leaves you…
🎙️ Live commentary: “OH— SHE’S DONE IT! ROUND THE OUTSIDE OF RUSSELL!”
The crowd detonates — a wall of sound crashing over the circuit, vibrating through the cockpit, rattling something deep in your chest.
Behind you, George screams “BLIMEY.”
Ahead of you, the track opens.
You laugh out loud, undoubtedly proud. Perhaps is was George swearing so loud you could hear it over your engine that made you laugh or maybe it was the fact that you now stood in the top 5, your smile stretched wide under you helmet — despite this your eyes sharpen back to its focus as you settle back onto the racing line.
🎧 Your Engineer (clearly smiling):
🎧 Patricia (Grinning): “Absolutely amazing dear, but remember We can’t celebrate just yet. Race is yet to be finished.”
Each overtake has burned away the last of the rookie fear, replaced by something colder. Cleaner.
You aren’t just keeping up anymore.
You’re attacking. Aggressively.
The Mercedes pit wall goes quiet as your Porsche clears Russell leaving both Mercedes cars behind you.
Toto watches your car pull father ahead of George effectively leaving him behind. His eyes switched on the timing tower as your name raises and settles ahead of George’s.
Toto nods once as he watches the broadcast replay of your overtake again.
“…When does her Porsche contract end?”
A few heads turn… “eh..?”
“But we just signed Kimi..”
Toto doesn’t look away from the screen.
“That,” he says quietly, “Is how a careers starts.”
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Authors Note: FINALLY THE RACE!! I’m so happy that I finally got these chapters out. Sorry it had to be cut into two shi got too long hit the max tumblr post😭. This was very fun to write BUT very frigging hard ngl, I mean ofc it is I’m not exactly an expert neither have I ridden in a formula 1 car (sadly) but despite this I hope it was a decently fun read for you guys!
Gonna have to take some time to think about the next chapter, but I’m definitely gonna make a the next one more of a filler since it’s right after the race hehe. Dw for the max girlies, gotta give him his time to shine in the next chapters If you guys have any ideas on the next chapter I’d love to hear it :)))
PS: bro ngl idk if I can make another race chapter after this one 😭😭
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