The Writing of Spencer Rose

21 | she/her | formula one, nhl, nfl

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Max should have known that a series of moments standing out to him deserved a second thought.

The Mclaren's were fast. Lily was only a month old. And his hold on the number 1 was slipping with every race on the calendar.

But the whispers started just before Miami.

New Journalist a Verstappen?

Another sister for Max Verstappen?

They were easy to ignore, most rumors in the paddock are found to be wrong, and he had no reason to think he'd have another sibling. It was assumed that she was just another Dutch girl, and he moved past it.

Upon arriving to the Miami fan stage for a media day appearance, he was given just a moment to pause. Because the first thing Kimi said to him was, "Max! Have you seen the girl that's interviewing George and I later? She looks like she could be your sister!"

He assumed it was a joke, that the rookie had seen the rumors and that was that.

And then he saw the girl a few hours later, Mercedes cap on her head, chatting with Kimi about his path to F1. No cameras, no PR person, just a friendly chat about who Kimi was.

It made Max pause, journalists and influencers never were so... normal, with the drivers. It was refreshing. Until he saw her face, and his rose colored glasses cracked just slightly. Huh, she did look like his sister Victoria.

Plenty of people look like Victoria though, so he pushed the thoughts aside.

It was a month later that a new article was pushed in front of him by Yuki, mid lunch meeting with GP.

"You have an American sister?"

That stopped GP in his tracks, his own eyes turning to the man he saw as a brother, who's side he had been at for years.

"Yuki, what are you -" Max started to question, started to deny, before glancing at the tablet in front of him.

A Women's Guide to Sports host Emily Hughes adoption papers surface; Further support rumors that she is Verstappen's sister

It caught his attention. His father had never denied having a child, not with either of his wives. Jos was honest about Max's four siblings.

But he was still Jos Verstappen, so Max continued to skim the article.

- real last name reveled to be Verstappen -

- unknown if connection to Formula One star Max Verstappen -

- Dutch nationality -

- Hughes family offered no comment ahead of Emily's participation in Canadian Grand Prix -

And he stood, chair scraping the ground as he apologized to GP, "Sorry, I have to go find Jos."

GP didn't ask further, just nodded as his driver moved as fast as he did on track in pursuit of questions he didn't know he was supposed to have.

Max had known his father was somewhere behind him, Kelly and P, in a state of disgruntled silence since Max's confrontation, since denying he had fathered a daughter and had given her away.

A girls voice yelling out for a "Jack" made him pause, the fear in it striking something in him.

And there, against the wall outside of Mercedes, was the journalist from Miami, with his father's hands on either shoulder, and a look of fear in her eyes that a younger Max knew well.

"Who sent you here? If you think you're going to get some money out of me, or out of your brother you must be één stom kind (one dumb child)," Jos is whispering angrily, his tone making the fear in her eyes increase, if even possible.

"Hey! Get your hands off my sister!" A man's voice cuts through his observations, bringing attention to them as he and another man pull Jos from her, a third pulling her into his side as though she is delicate, breakable even. It's the embrace of someone who cares deeply, how he must look with Kelly.

"Are you okay baby?" The one hugging her whispers, just loud enough for him to hear as he moves closer

"I'm okay, my head just hurts a bit," is her soft answer, eyes not leaving her fuming brother as we reach them, Toto Wolff and his drivers appearing as well, probably from the commotion.

"Who the fuck do you think you are laying your hands on anyone, let alone my sister?!" The brother hollers, although Jos just looks smug, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up as he considers what answer will twist the last five minutes in his favor.

"I don't know who you think you are," He begins, a scary smirk taking his face, "But I am the father of a four time world champion, and I can have you removed from this paddock -"

"What is going on here," Toto is the one to speak up, looking between the couple and the brother who is now being slightly held by the fourth guy.

"These kids are threatening me," Jos states, still looking smug, and I can feel every muscle in my body tense. At least he's consistently a liar.

"You shoved my girlfriend into the wall hard enough that her head hurts and you're trying to put this on us?" the boyfriend questions, eyes on fire as Toto looks to the girl, most likely for confirmation.

She looks dazed, whether because of Jos or the general commotion, I'm unsure, but her eyes meet his, a surprisingly familiar shade of blue looking back.

And she starts to speak in Dutch.

"Ik probeerde net terug te gaan naar Aston Martin (I was just trying to get back to Aston Martin)," she mumbles, with perfect pronunciation, even in her American accent. "I was minding my own business when he shoved me into the wall, claiming I was sent here," she relays, and Max can only just nod.

"That's-"

"Probably exactly what happened," He interrupts his father, the smirk on Jos's face disappearing. "Jos, leave."

"Max-"

"Do not make me call security," Toto steps in, stepping between the two men, "You've already assaulted a guest of the paddock, do not make a further scene.

And Jos listens, storming off after glaring at the girl with a look that has her curling closer to her boyfriend, her brother and friend joining them.

"You okay, Kiddo?" Her brother asks, a hand on her shoulder and eyes softening in a way that only an older brother's could. It's familiar to Max, a look he's given Victoria and their other siblings throughout their lives.

"Yeah J, I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting to be the victim of a roughing penalty in the paddock," she assures, him nodding, kissing the top of her head, and chuckling.

"You're Emily, right?" George is the one to cut in, glancing to Kimi, and then his eyes land on Max before cutting back to the girl. "Emily Verstappen?"

Her eyes grow in size, and for a moment, Max can only hope the answer is no, that their lives are not about to get more complicated than they already both appear to be.

"It's actually Emily Verstappen-Hughes," Is the quiet correction she makes, avoiding Max's eyes as the air is stolen from his lungs, Kelly's hand finding his as she hold P to her, safe from the chaos. "I learned it's actually my biological last name - hyphen - my adoptive last name since we last met. It's nice to see you again, George, Kimi."

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Newly edited (I changed nearly everything about this piece) and ready for a reread! I will also be doing an partner piece to this scene, from Emily's point-of-view.

Thanks for reading!

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A Women's Guide to Sports Masterlist

"Welcome to the first episode of something I thought I'd try in the very little free time I have, a podcast for women, by a woman, on everything sports related, although we'll mostly focus on football, ice hockey, and motorsport, my passions."

"You can say that again."

"Lu!" The woman scolds, "Ignoring my brother, my name is Emily Hughes and I will be your host, along with a guest most weeks from my many connections into the sports world. And often times, one of my brothers, Luke, Jack, and Quinn Hughes. Boys, say hi."

"Hey," They respond in near sync, making her laugh at how different their tones are.

"Now, you may be asking, Emily? They're the Hughes brothers, hockey super stars and all-together media's favorite subject, why has very little been said about you if you're their sister? Well, there is an explanation for this, and I will be turning the question to Q, as my oldest brother."

"Emmie was dropped on our doorstep when she was a newborn," Is Quinn's immediate answer, tone dry and convincing to those who did not know him well. He smiles at his sister, her shaking her head in response before nodding at him to continue with the truth, the story they've known all their lives. "Our parents were contacted by an adoption agency that specialized in special placements for children from well-off parents that did not want children, a thing most people do not know is a thing. But they reached out, knowing our parents were financially stable, and also well known enough to know how to handle any of Em's past that would pop up through her life, and asked if they wanted a baby girl. Mom had just had Moose, I think it was just before Thanksgiving? But she had wanted a daughter-"

"Hey-" Luke interrupts, giving the eldest Hughes a look.

"And so they said yes to taking in Em, who was just shy of a year old."

"I was only about a year and a half when we got her, and Q was about three, and we thought she was an early Christmas gift," Jack explains, chuckling as he leans closer to the microphone Emily has set up at her kitchen table. "I mean, it was cool enough to two young kids to get one younger sibling, but two? It was the best early gift either of us could have gotten that year."

"And then there were four Hughes, and Mom was still outnumbered," I chime, looking over the boys in front of me. "Somehow, we're 21 years in and somehow we're all still alive. Although they're more at risk than the sister finishing off a degree in sports journalism," I acknowledge with a chuckle. Sitting in classes or going on assignments definitely does not involve the same risk level as being a professional athlete.

"You say that like we're in constant danger," Jack gruffs, to which I raise a brow.

"Get back to me when you're not the one who literally had his tooth knocked out of his mouth a couple days ago," I remind, him scoffing. He knows he scared the shit out of me when I saw the blood, but he also knows we're collectively never letting him live this down.

Clapping his hands, Jack pulls our attention back together as Luke laughs, clearly not enjoying being the joke of the moment. "Aren't we supposed to be talking about sports or something?"

And I allow him this moment, because Jack's been hearing it from all of us since it's happened.

"Right! So, this week in sports-"

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Oh my god... me? Alive? Back on Tumblr? Crazy! I'm starting my return by editing and working (finishing?) half finished projects, starting with Emily's story.

❤︎ Spencer

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which hockey boys do we think would date a curvier girl?

j. hughes (devils)

q. hughes (devils)

l. hughes (devils)

n. hischier (devils)

c. caufield (montreal)

j. drysdale (flyers)

t. zegras (ducks)

d. mercer (devils)

w. nylander (leafs)

other (MESSAGE ME)

Voting ended onFeb 6, 2025

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seventeen hours left to vote on who is featured in the Curvy series!

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which formula one pilots do we think would date a curvier girl?

c. leclerc

p. gasly

l. hamilton

c. sainz

l. norris

e. ocon

g. russell

o. piastri

other? (MESSAGE ME)

m. verstappen

Voting ended onFeb 6, 2025

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seventeen hours left to vote on who is featured in the Curvy series!

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which formula one pilots do we think would date a curvier girl?

c. leclerc

p. gasly

l. hamilton

c. sainz

l. norris

e. ocon

g. russell

o. piastri

other? (MESSAGE ME)

m. verstappen

Voting ended onFeb 6, 2025

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which hockey boys do we think would date a curvier girl?

j. hughes (devils)

q. hughes (devils)

l. hughes (devils)

n. hischier (devils)

c. caufield (montreal)

j. drysdale (flyers)

t. zegras (ducks)

d. mercer (devils)

w. nylander (leafs)

other (MESSAGE ME)

Voting ended onFeb 6, 2025

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curvy masterlist

a collection of stories featuring our favorite hockey and motorsport boys and what it's like for them to have curvier girlfriends

COMING SOON

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mclaren masterlist : masterlist

New Addition

Lando Norris x OC Inspired by Mclaren surprising Lando with the puppies! I've had this in the drafts for a while, but was lacking a lot of writing drive lately, so we'll see if this gets me back into the groove!

The week began as they always do when we're just beginning the summer break.

Lan and I, lazying about the condo in the morning, simply enjoying each others company, before he is called off to MTC and I hop online for my asynchronis classwork.

It's our routine that I love so much, no matter how chaotic, before we take off on whatever adventures he has planned for us for the next few weeks.

Today was different though.

I spent the morning sick as a sailor, Lan holding my hair back and wiping my forehead with a damp towel. That is, until he had to go in to the MTC for a filming session, one he had convinced the uppers to allow Max to film for a Quadrant day in the life. His hesitance was written all over his face, but with a bit of convincing and the promise that I would invite a friend over, I was able to coax him out the door.

"It sounds like you've had a long morning," Kelly sighs with a frown, sitting across from me. When I had called her up, she and P were more than happy to come keep me company. There may be nearly twelve years between us, but from the moment Max and Lando introduced the two of us, it was easy to bring Kelly into my life as the elder sister I so dearly wished for as a child. And now she's here, her daughter's head fast asleep on my lap as I card my fingers through her hair.

"It's just that I am so rarely sick that to be this sick is more annoying than anything," I try to explain, "We're supposed to leave to travel with Martin in a week and I just can't keep being ill, my least favorite thing in life is feeling like I'm not up to my usual speed."

Kelly's eyes light up a bit, glazing over in a look of recognition. "Have you had any other weird symptoms lately? Anything you should keep in mind if you call the doctor?"

"Just some extra tenderness and I've been exhausted, but it's been a long few weeks with the double header and triple header nearly back to back," Its an explanation, one all of the girlfriends have discussed while sipping drinks over the weekends away.

The older of the two can't help but smile, "Dahlia, how about we run to the corner store and see about a test or two?"

A test? A test!

Oh my God.

"Baby? It's me!" Lan's smooth voice follows click of the door. He's always so loud while out and about, but home, with me, he's so soft.

It's why he's so good with kids at the track.

With Leo and Roscoe and Simba.

With me.

"In the kitchen, love!" In the kitchen with a bag that will change everything.

And there's a yip. A tiny little bark that has my brows furrowing and thoughts leaving my head.

"Lan? What was that noise?" Feet tapping against the ground, I can hear his approach as I step away from the cutting board, the yipping sound continuing. "Okay Lan honestly, what is that-"

It's his rounding the corner that cuts off the all the thoughts that have been spiraling through my head since Kelly, P and I took our little adventure.

He has a dog. In his arms. A little one that is squirming every which way, a collar the color of his race suit around its neck.

Lan has a hesitant smile, the same one he had when he asked me out way back when, and the same one I wasn't expecting to see today. "Surprise?"

My hands find him hips with little thought, staring him down. "Lando Norris, why do you have a dog?"

"I was hoping she could be the newest member of our family?" Oh he's in for something else in a minute or two.

She's is adorable, all happy and squirmy as she rests in whats basically the size of Lan's palm. It's why I move towards him, taking the little thing into my arms and letting her lap at me. "Where did you even find her?"

"Mclaren promo video for a shelter, I spent the morning with dogs and she just really seemed to like me! Stayed in my lap the whole time! So I couldn't just let her be taken back when I knew we could offer her a home!" He's stepping closer, breathe gently fanning over my head as he scratches the pups, his eyes meeting my own with a softness I wasn't expecting. "I know I can't commit to a real kid for a few years, but I was thinking that she could take that place in the mean time."

"About that-" I begin, knowing now is the only right time to mention it. "You know how I was throwing up all morning? And for the last few weeks?"

Theres a spark, the light recognition of an idea in his head, but all he does is nod.

"Well, I had Kelly and P over today while you were out, and we got talking as we do, and she suggested that I take a test."

"A test?" He's piecing this all together.

"A pregnancy test."

"And?" Tears are pooling in his eyes, and while we've discussed kids, we've never discussed the possibility of kids this early, while he's at the peak of his career. "You can't just leave me on a cliff hanger like that, Babe."

"What do you want the answer to be?"

"Babe," This may be the one time in Lando's life that he's stern out of bed.

"It was positive."

There's a pause, the longest of my life, if it wasn't for the fact it was only mere seconds before his arms are wrapped around me, nearly crushing the puppy between us who's only thought is to continue yipping happily. "Lan, baby, I'm going to need something verbal here."

His eyes are meeting mine again, tears trailing down his cheeks as his million dollar smile shines. His hands are still planted on my hips, keeping us close. "You could not have said anything to make me happier than I am right now," and there's so much emotion behind each and every word that I can't help but begin to cry as well. "We're having a baby!"

I can't help but giggle at his joy, "We are! And we have a puppy!"

His lips meet mine, before coming down and meeting the dogs head, nearly bouncing out of his skin. "This is perfect babe, we'll be able to train her and by the time baby Norris is born she'll be ready to be her best friend!"

"Her?"

"I'm calling it now," He states as if it's a matter of fact, curls bopping on his head as he moves. Our lips meet once more, smiles making it awkward like our teenage years, but with so much joy it feels infectious. "Oh my God I need to call Carlos!"

"You what?" There is no way Carlos is the one on his mind right now.

"I have to tell him that Pinon has a new friend! And I'm going to be a dad! He can stop making jokes about me being a child!" He may just be more enthusiastic about this than the baby or the dog. But he's Lando, and I'll give him a time for it later, because seeing him this enthusiastic is a sight too good to miss.

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sitting down to write isn't really about creating a story, it's about getting the story onto the page before it destroys me

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this is how i feel every time i write. the story can be swirling in my head for days, bits and pieces, but it all flies out the window when i sit down to try to put it to paper, it always seems impossible. because you need a start and an end and pieces to tie it all together, it cant just be a moment.

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straight from the books | masterlist

"Please Ella, please please please!"

Forty-five minutes. From the time they announced we were landing to now as enter the hotel, Ivy has been adamantly begging for a roommate switch. For the past three weeks she and Jack have had a will they-won't they relationship filled with post game nights and pre-game lunches. It's for this reason that she so desperately wants to be his room buddy for the next 3 days.

"Please El, it's just a little favor, from one media girl to another."

Just a little favor. Just trading room keys with Jack so that he can stay with Ivy and I end up with his roommate. Nico.

"Plus, I mean, it's Nico. You've been into him sin-" Now I'm not about to let her finish that statement, putting a hand over her mouth to stop it in it's tracks, especially in a lobby full of Devils players and personnel who are all more than happy to relay my child-like crush to the man of the moment.

"Ivy, I'll trade with Jack if you stop that thought immediately," the smile I feel under my hand makes the awkwardness of sharing a room with Nico.

As I return her smile, and remove my hand, my eyes glance around the room, looking for the boy in question. "Hughes!" Both Jack and Luke turn my way, Curtis elbowing Luke with a suggestive double raise of his brows. "I meant Jack."

"What a sad day to be you, Baby Hughes," Curtis chirps the younger, his face a bright red that makes his brother start laughing as he walks our way.

"Hellooo ladies!" Jack greets with his signature smile, eyes resting just a bit longer on Ivy's beaming figure.

I shove my keycard into his hand, his smile growing impossibly larger. "Here you gremlin, but-" I pause, keeping a hold on the card, "I need to know this is okay with Nico."

"He's more than okay with it, I already checked," He assures, nodding quickly, and cuing my full release of the card.

"And you're sure about that?"

"When is Jack sure of much?" A sweet Swiss voice hums from behind me, all the greeting I could ever need. Not the sight of his warm brown eyes when I turn to greet him. Not his smile when I he returns the hello. "We're meant to head to the rooms now. We'll just have to keep our little switch quiet, so the rest of the staff doesn't find out," The captain is whispering jokingly, Jack and Ivy laughing along as Jack takes her bag.

"Ready to go?" His hand reaching out for my case.

"Oh, Nico you already have your duffle and case, you don't have to -"

The look I'm served is one of pure and unbridled sass, his thick brows nearing his hairline. "My mother raised a gentleman, now hand over the case." His eyes are the same determined he is when on the ice, a look I'm positive I can't outwit, so I hand over the bag.

"Thank you, thank you," Ivy thanks, kissing the side of my head. "You are my favorite media girl."

"I'm the only other media girl, but I'll take it," I banter with a smile, "Please keep it quiet though! I don't want to hear whats about to happen for the second trip in a row!"

Jack's smile is anything but regretful, but he gives me a thumbs up regardless, pulling Ivy away to the elevator.

Nico and I follow, a lot quieter than the giggly couple, making sure to take a different elevator.

The elevator is only on floor four of twenty when his smooth voice breaks the silence. "So, weekly report: how do you think we'll do tomorrow?"

This started after my first day on the job, I had gone to interview him prior to the game and what I got in return was the question, "How do you think we will do?"

Smiling is the only way I can respond, "Big win coming your way, Mr.Captain."

He returns my look, nodding along as the doors open, "That's good, very good. The boys need a win."

"And a win you shall-" But my voice gets caught in my throat as Nico swings our door open.

Our door open to reveal the fact that they had fucked up horribly in scheduling.

Because this room has a singular double bed. Not the two each room we reserved was supposed to have.

"I - I can go to request a different room?" His offer is shakey, clearly unsure of what to do in this moment.

"No, no, I saw on the Devils twitter that people were complaining about this place being booked out," Is my mumbled return, taking in how nice the room is as we enter. "Something about it being close to the stadium and a known place for the team to stay."

The grunt he lets out at the sound of the borderline stalker fans is hard to ignore, but I focus my eyes on everywhere else.

"I can sleep on the couch-"

"No way in hell, Hischier," This idiot. "I am not being the reason that the captain of the team all achey-breaky on ice tomorrow! I will sleep on the floor."

His horror at my suggestion is nearly as loud as his displeasure downstairs at my suggestion to pull along my own bag.

"Absolutely not," The tone is strong, nearly demanding. "You will not be sleeping on the sofa."

"Then I don't know what you want us to do, Nico," I know what my preferred answer is as I move towards the man and my bag, kneeling to dig out my pajamas.

"We could - if you are comfortable - share the bed? Each take a side?" He must be a mind reader.

Eyes glance to one another, only longer than just a glance, heart beating fast at the sincerity written on him.

"That's okay with me as long as it is with you," It's with a smile and a nod, one I hope is reassuring, and it seems to work, his shoulders slouching down as his own smile takes over.

"It's perfect," Is his agreement, nodding as he moves towards his own bag. It's a calming silence that embraces us after, simply moving through the room and through the night in an almost domestic motion, settling down for the evening.

It's when we settle down, Nico on his side and me on my own, that the thought hits me.

"Nico?"

"Yes?"

"What would you have done if I didn't trade with Jack?" His deep chuckle at that makes me chuckle even more.

"His ass would have been on the floor."

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danielricciardo Two Hundred Fifty

redbullmotorsports let's goooooooooo

buffalobills LET'S GOOOO

drfan03 here before kamryn.prior's comment

drfanunofficial here's to hoping girl can get off the floor for a MAN

kamryn.prior god you're so old (age is just a number, fall for me please)

landonorris cousin STAND UP HE'S JUST AN OLD MAN

kamryn.prior DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT

kamryn.prior WHY DO YOU THINK I'D GET ON MY KNEES FOR HIM

maxverstappen1 🤦‍♂️

"You disgust me."

"You're my cousin and I'm horny for your friend, of course you're disgusted you wanker."

Clearly, my older cousin is not impressed by my comment's on his friends recent post.

Oscar's laugh from my left garners my attention, his quiet personality giving me a reprieve from Lando's noise for even a moment.

And for that he earns a smile, one Lando is not okay with.

"Hey! No! No smiling at him," He scolds, turning next to his teammate and waving his water bottle around, poor lunch tray disregarded on the surface of the table. "And you!"

"Me?" Poor Osc.

"No encouraging her! He could be her father!"

"That's so not fair! He's only thirteen years older than me!"

A hand lands on my shoulder, and I know by the chuckle that's come along with it that the owner is none other than Max. "Calling Daniel old again, Lando?"

"Why am I still coming to these races when I'm simply bullied?" Is my complaint, Max taking the seat to my right while he and Osc simply laugh, Lan's head in his hands.

"Why am I still inviting you when you hit on my coworkers?"

"It's not like I'm flirting with one of these two?"

"They're both in relationships!"

"You get my point!"

"Okay then- Kamryn, why don't you come spend some time in Redbull for a bit?" Max offers, ignoring the fact he's just joined our table. "I'm sure everyone would love to see you and it'll give you two a chance to calm."

"I'd love to," I agree, rising and grabbing my purse. "Will they let me in in this?"

When going into the weekend, my last thought was that I would have to be concerned about wearing a floor-length papaya sundress. Next time I'll just have to bring an outfit change.

"You'll be okay," He assures, tucking me under his arm, "We'll just tell them you're supporting me."

"Don't you dare, Verstappen!" Lando's voice follows us out, but it only leads Max and I to chuckle, but the sound of Lando loudly complaining to Oscar about letting me loose on the paddock.

"Thank you, he clearly can't take a joke," I thank the driver at my side, him squeezing my shoulder.

"Anytime," Is his verbal response, "I think Lando just has a hard time thinking out his baby cousin dating anyone, let alone the man that showed him the way in F1."

I want to smile, feel appreciative of Lando for being Lando, but - "I'm twenty-one years old, a near graduate from uni, and it feels as though he thinks I can't take care of myself."

Max just gives me a sorry, and awkward, smile, shrugging as he we've us through the crowds between garages.

"Something wrong with the fruitbowl today?" Checo's warm voice is my greeting as we duck into the garage a moment later, his smile alerting the two RB drivers to Max's return as well.

Max answers for me, not wanting to subject me to questions about Lando's little tantrum. "Just decided she should be supporting from Redbull today, given she's in my orange and all."

Danny smiles brightly, his signature laugh lighting the garage. "Oh I'm sure Lando is thrilled with that."

"He's not thrilled with much at the moment, I think I've set him off a bit," I chuckle, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Yuki's the one laughing at that, "Because you think Daniel is hot?"

"Yuki- oh my god! I can't believe this man right now. "Let me just go crawl in a hole and die then."

I can feel the heat in my face before my hands reach to cover some of my shame.

There's a very LARGE difference between commenting on Instagram and having my feelings on Daniel commented on in front of the man.

"Well don't do that, then when would I get to see your pretty face?" Daniel's cheeky, always has been.

This just feels like he's picking on me.

"Mate, leave her be," Max defends, looking one comment short of Mad Max 2024.

Daniel simply shrugs, smile morphing from something goofy to something genuine. "I was serious, I can't be having my favorite view disappearing into a hole." My eyes are on his lips, trying to decipher if what I think I am hearing is true, while Checo chuckles, patting the Aussie on the back.

"I- I'm you're what?" The question slips, sounding entirely insecure, from my mouth, the sound of Max's chuckle joining that of his teammate.

Bunch of jerks.

"Maybe we should leave Daniel and Kamryn here to themselves," Checo has the audacity to suggest. "Leave him to- how is it? Explain himself to her before Lando turns up to run him over."

"Ah, yes, I think I hear Christian now-"

"No you don't," I correct, but Max is already walking away, chatting away with Yuki now with Checo at their side. Leaving me with a very smirky Danny. "So."

"So," He returns. "Is this the point where I tell you I appreciate your comments?"

"Daniel, if this is one of those 'that's so sweet of you but you're a bit too young for me, kid'" conversations-" My voice is almost mocking of myself, dropping an octave to really sell the rejection, before his hand is reaching for mine, pausing any words and all my thoughts.

His eyes are honest, but I know well enough that all of these men are trained to be amateur actors.

"I was actually going to ask if you'd be willing to go to dinner with me once we're back in Monaco? Let me spend a night complimenting you for a change?"

Oh.

"Oh?" He's chuckling now, and I can't help but join at the realization that little mumble was not just in my head.

"Sorry, my brain's malfunctioning a bit, but I'd love to grab dinner with you."

He's smiling now, that big, crooked smile that makes women all over the world yearn for him.

"See?" His sweet voice asks. "Now my brain is malfunctioning. That's exactly what I was hoping to hear."

[ham1lton]

whats the best way to support fic writers on here?

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[thewritingofspencerrose]

mclaren masterlist : masterlist

Monaco to Indy

saturday, may 25th, 2024 : monaco

liked by patriciooward, landonorris, and 101,349 others

etta.norris split custody weekend 🧡💛 good luck to team mclaren here in monaco (landonorris) and to my boy and arrow mclaren in the states at the indy 500 (patriciooward)!

patriociooward mi amor, really that photo?

patriciooward miss you endlessly!

etta.norris miss you more patito 🧡

alexanderrossi etta, begging you to come and pick up your boyfriend

etta.norris sorry rossi! you have custody this weekend, remember?

landonorris ha! take that patriciooward! i get ettie this weekend!

patriciooward rude.

"Fuck!" My brothers voice calls over the radio, voice indicating all the attitude his colorful language emphasizes, pulling into the pits. Qualifying is over, and Lando is just out of reach of the podium spots at a track where qualifying is everything and overtaking is nonexistent.

His car is rolled in, hands already removing his steering wheel and placing in on the nose of the car.

Lan's helmet is off next, being handed over to one of the engineers before he's approaching where I stand with Jon. "The pace wasn't there."

"We know," I am quick to assure, more than aware that if I don't, he'll spiral away before he can even hand off his gloves. "You pushed to get everything from the car that you could."

Lando throws his arm over my shoulder, sweaty and heavy but no where near uncomfortable enough to complain about. "How's Arrow doing stateside?" He asks, eyes on the monitors in front of us, picking apart each and every lap he completed.

"Good, Pato called just before quali. From the sounds of it he's a contender to win this weekend," My smile wouldn't dim even if I wanted it to, the idea of him pulling off an Indy 500 win.

From the moment I met Pato at the Mclaren mixer just after his signing, he followed me around like a puppy, and I found it adorable.

And it took me a total of three months to realize I was falling for the man with the infectious personality who didn't seem to waiver, even with my brother and Danny Ric threatening him at every chance they get.

And here we are, a year together later, and I'm split custody between two Mclaren teams.

"I'm sure I could get Max to let you borrow the jet."

What have I missed?

"What?"

Lan's eyes meet mine, matching hues meeting, as he smiles. Not out of joy, but smiling all the same.

"The chances of me making the podium tomorrow are slim. If you catch a plane now you can make it in time for the Indy, surprise your boy."

"Lan, it's your weekend-"

"This isn't a custody battle," He interrupts before I can even finish. "This is the biggest race of Patricio's year and he might win it. Go be his lucky charm or whatever," He's still smiling, and for a moment I can't help but admire my brother for the kind human he is.

But I can't help the smile on my face as I think over the idea.

"I'd have to text Elba."

"Text her, I'll ask Max about the plane." This is why he's my favorite human.

My arms wrap around him, pulling his sweaty body into a tight hug. "Thank you, Lan."

"Anytime, Ettie Mae, any time," He returns, curls brushing against my head as he pulls me close.

sunday, may 26th, 2024 : indianapolis

liked by mclaren, maxverstappen1, and 136,028 others

etta.norris shhhh no one tell pato! i made it for the final ten laps, and could not be prouder of my boy! let's go number five! (shoutout to landonorris and maxverstappen1 for getting me here on time)

maxverstappen1 anytime kid! enjoy the race and good luck to patriciooward

zakbrown you surprised me too! biggest papaya supporter there is!

etta.norris you know it!

landonorris glad you made it! zakbrown look after her for me!

zakbrown i'm sure pato has it covered, but i'll keep an eye!

etta.norris are we forgetting that i'm 21?

landonorris no you're not, you're fifteen and a little rebel

He had been ahead. He was in first for so long.

And then Josef popped up, not out of nowhere but still in surprise, there's nothing that can be done to soothe my heart. My nails are getting sorter and shorter by the second, heart beating out of my chest until the crowd cheers out, all of the air leaving my body.

Pato was so close, yet not close enough.

Zak's hand lands on my shoulder in an attempt at comfort, but all I can focus on is my boy making his last lap, Josef celebrating just in front of him as they lap around to the pits.

Here he is, pulling in, and stopping, making no move to get out of the car. Pato simply leans forward, body wracking with what I can only assume to be sobs as Zak and I approach.

Zak goes in first, patting him on the back and whispering something, whatever it is earning a soft nod before Zak's eyes are meeting my own, his head ushering me over.

"Patito?"

In our time of knowing one another, I don't think I have ever seen his head move as fast as he does, tearful eyes being the only thing clear through his helmet that is still on his head, body scrambling to leave the confines of his car and tear off his helmet, tossing it to Zak.

And I'm right here to catch him when he manages his escape, throwing himself into my arms, hugging me with his entire being.

"You're here," he whispers, fingertips digging into my sides as I run my own through his sweaty hair. "You're actually here."

"I'm always going to be here," Is what my heart inspires me to respond, kissing the side of his head. He's pulling back though, arms still around my waist as his watery eyes look me over.

"You were supposed to be in Monaco, Lando got you this weekend," He doesn't sound upset at my spontaneous arrival, but rather entirely confused.

My thumbs brush across his cheeks, wiping away the tears that have been shed. "He realized he wouldn't be making the podium," Is the beginning of my explanation. "After quali, we knew. So I texted your sister to see if she could get me a ticket, and Lando texted Max to get me on his jet. It was all Lan's idea, honestly."

He pulls me back into his arms, a sigh leaving his body as he deflates.

"Remind me to thank your brother. You're exactly what I needed."

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Mamma Masterlist

yay quinn on a well deserved norris trophy win!

"Oh my God," Is all I can say as Quinn's name gets called for the Norris Trophy. Jack standing to my left prompts my legs to do the same, trying my hardest to take a wiggling Ellie from Quinn while Cohen sleeps on my hip, just five months old.

My face nearly splits open from the smile I'm wearing, Quinn ducking in to kiss my lips as he places Ellie on my other hip, kissing the top of her head and the top of Cohens. He moves down the line, hugging Luke and Jack and his parents before moving to the stage.

"Here, Elle Belle, come sit with Uncle Jack," Jack offers, her running over as soon as she's on the ground to take a seat with her 'favorite' uncle.

Thank you, I mouth, Jack just smiling as Luke takes my hand that's not holding the baby to my lap, offering me a smile as the tears trail down my cheeks in joy.

Tears are in my eyes as Quinn makes it up, standing in a room of legends to take his trophy and the microphone.

"First off," He begins, smile bright as day. "I'd like to thank my teammates. It's a great group of guys, and - um -" He pauses, and although I've caught him on more than one occasion practicing for this moment in our bathroom mirror, he needs this moment to think through the next minute and a half.

"The reality of winning an award like this is you can't do it alone, and you really need good players around you. And I certainly have that, so thanks fellas."

"Um- to my coaching staff, great group of people, love playing for you guys. Um- Patrik Allvin and Jim Rutherford, thank you for your continued mentorship and trust. To the Aquilini family, Roberto and Francesco, for being here, nobody cares about the city and the fans more than you guys, so thank you."

"Momma," Ellie tries to whisper, stealing my attention, "Daddy got his award?"

"Yes, baby, Daddy won," I answer, Jack and Luke smiling the brightest.

"And to my family more than anything-" I can't help but look to the Hughes beside me, people who have been in my life for years, and be eternally grateful that I was accepted into it. "My brothers, its surreal to be able to go through the same profession as you guys, and my parents, for your continued support and love."

"And to my wonderful fiance," Oh God I'm not prepared for this. His eyes meet mine, smile growing impossibly larger. "This has been the first season I've been blessed enough to be a father, and truly I feel that's what drove me to be the best captain I could be. I love you and thank you for bringing our gorgeous kids into the world."

I blow him a kiss, tears still streaming as Lu squeezes my hand, chuckling.

"He was nicer to you than he was to us," He mumbles, entirely a joke, but it does earn a small laugh.

"And most importantly and lastly," Quinn continues, eyes on the trophy in hand, "to Roman Josi, congrats on a great season, wherever you are-" His eyes scan the crowd, chuckling when he finds the man in question. "There you are, when I think Nashville Predators, I think you, and you're a fantastic player and they're lucky to have you."

He turns, eyes landing on their next target.

"And Cale, I probably love watching my brothers play most, but I'd say you're next on that list, and I've learned a lot from you, so um, congrats on another great season, and appreciate you guys. Thank you."

His eyes meet mine, smile wide and eyes wrinkled at the corner in joy.

This is my boy, the father of my children and the man I love.

I could not be more proud.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

straight from the books | masterlist

All he could smell was the smell of sugar. Pure, glorious, sugar.

His trainer would hate him for even being in this shop.

But it was for his cousin, his cousin as sweet as this shop that had just gotten married. Who had gotten married and forgotten to pay the bakery that produced the dessert bar.

So here he was, standing in a random bakery, where the best piece of cake he had ever had was made was produced, as a favor to his grandmother who just insisted he was the only person able to delivery the check.

The front door was unlocked, but inside the lights were low, and empty spots on pedestals indicated that the owner's day was still beginning.

But his grandmother had insisted he was meant to arrive before open, that arriving around just after six in the morning was acceptable as he finished his run.

"¿Hola?" It's his way of announcing himself, something clashing in the back room where the fan of an oven whirs.

"Oh shit!"

Okay, so someone is absolutely here.

Carlos' thoughts are confirmed when what could be the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen comes sliding from around the doorway, apron tied up and flour on her face. She's simply adorable.

"Hi! I mean- hola!" She's smiling incredibly bright for this time of day, patting her hands before holding one out to shake.

Her hands are soft, like her smile, drawing him in moment by moment. "It's okay, I speak English as well," he feels the need to assure, noting the panic that laced the woman's voice at her hello. They are in England after all, it was foolish of him to assume she'd speak Spanish.

The sigh that leaves her is almost amusing, shoulders sagging as the tension leaves her body. "Thank God, I know very little Spanish for having taken the language for twelve years," She's amusing. "So, if you're here this early, am I safe to assume you're one of the wonderful grooms I'm working with this summer? I just need to know your and your brides name and the date-"

"I'm not a groom," his voice is strong, ensuring there could be no second guessing, "I am dropping off payment for the Sainz-Carrera wedding? It slipped my cousins mind before leaving for her honeymoon."

"Oh yes! You have such a wonderful family," The girl, still nameless spins around, ducking behind her register to grab a binder labeled "weddings" in neat cursive.

His smile at the compliment is genuine as he steps further into the store, eyes roaming the store, landing on something that makes him chuckle.

A stuffed chili.

His laugh brings her eyes back to his, another smile gracing her lips as she realizes what has caught his attention.

"Your gran actually got that for me, as a thank you for the baked goods for your last family wedding."

This catches his attention, "You've catered for others?"

"I've baked and set up dessert bars for the last three weddings in your family," she can't help but chuckle, noting his baffled expression. "Don't worry, I usually go unnoticed."

His smile returns, "Except for my grandmother."

"Except for your grandmother," She agrees, "it's where she saw my mark and got the inspiration for a gift." The need to reach up and rub at the mark on his arm is without thought, hand roaming over the cake practically tattooed onto his upper arm. A mark that grew with him, that grow with everyone, the design indicating something about their soulmates lives.

Soulmates, what a concept.

"She believed a chili represented it?"

It's her next movement that explains why his grandmother was adamant that he be the one to deliver this check.

The baker pulls up her sleeve just slightly, showing a small chili tattoo etched into her skin, the black lines simple but clear.

It's an instinct to reach out, run his finger over the lines to see what happens, confirm what must have been his grandmother's theory.

"Ah, I see," Is what he chooses to respond instead, meeting her eyes.

How is he to explain this?

"I believe my grandmother may have had a theory," his hand inches up to sleeve, pulling it up his arm to show the black lines of a cake, similar to the one in her case.

And her face loses all color.

"Your grandmother-"

He's nodding before the statement even leaves her mouth. "I believe so, yes."

"May I?" Her question lacks context, but in the way her hand reaches up, hovering above his mark. The words don't come to his mouth, but his nod is answer enough to signal her hand closing around his muscular arm, thumb swiping across the outline in a gentle brush.

But its enough to change everything, color coming to fill in the shape, like an artist completing her work.

And with that color comes a knowing smirk brings its way to his face, his hand reaching out to brush his calloused thumb over her design, the red following his movements as their eyes meet.

"I will have to thank my grandmother," his words are joyous, and a bit cocky.

She's still in shock though, finger still gently tracing the outline of a cake she's been decorating since she was twelve. "I've worked three weddings for your family in the last year alone, and we've never met."

"It must be why my grandmother decided to play cupid," It comes in a joking manner, but the sincerity behind it is everything.

"I don't even know your name."

He takes a step back, and for a moment she feels she has upset him, until his hand reaches out once more, in a similar shake to earlier.

"Hola, my name is Carlos."

A smile is impossible to avoid when he's smiling like that.

"Hi, my names Josette," She returns. "And I'm the reason you have a cake on your arm."

Now he's smirking.

"The sweet to my spicy."

[thewritingofspencerrose]

straight from the books | masterlist

this is very light enemies to lovers

2018

"I'm just glad you're okay-"

"Margaux, I told you on the radio, and I'll say it again, It was a light jostle, both cars were able to finish," Este assures, and while I know that's the case, it doesn't change the fact that he's my older brother, and his profession will never not make our family's heart race.

"I know, but I heard Verstappen's commentary and he sounded beyond angry, so I just wanted to be sure. The way he played it, it sounded worse."

Valteri snickers to my side, the second Mercedes driver clearly amused, but I understand why the Redbull driver is angry, he lost first. But to threaten the other driver like he did was beyond-

"Ocon!"

Oh no.

My ears catch his harsh tone before my eyes catch his body, shoving his way through the crowd of drivers awaiting their weigh in and straight towards my brother who awaits on the scale.

"What the fuck were you pulling there?" Verstappen's anger is as loud as his voice, hands shoving my brother with more force than I can remember a driver-on-driver interaction. He's shoving him back by his shoulders, the other drivers around simply looking on in awe as Esteban tries to talk himself out of the reaction his driver garnered.

"Man-" But Esteban's words get fainter in my mind as I want Verstappen continue on in Dutch, pushing enough for my brother to walk off of the platform with his opponent right behind him.

A track hand approaches first, separating the boys enough for Verstappen to start to back away, still angrily yelling at my brother but relenting back to Redbull.

Or attempting to, until Esteban gets a look. One I know good and well from years of sibling treatment. He's feeling full of himself, with an attitude of invincibility he used to get when our parents walked into a room. And now Este is shoving back.

"Esteban!" Why am I stepping in? Why?

My feet carry me forward before I can answer my own questions, hands resting on both drivers' chests as I stand in between.

Eyes on fire, eyes of ocean blue meet hazel, and I want to simply pause and stare. But his eyes are only pure anger, and I've now joined the list of people who have angered him.

"He didn't mean to effect your race, your shoving and hollering are not going to change the results."

He does NOT like this rationalization.

His eyes leave mine, looking over my head with every bit of spite. "What? Having your little sister fight your battles with you since you don't have a car to get me with?"

"Don't speak on my sister!"

"That's enough!" It's Redbull's team principal, hand on Max's shoulder as the driver glares between Este and I. "Apologies, Ms.Ocon," the older man is kind enough to apologize, ignoring my brother in a whole before dragging away his still complaining driver.

"What? An angry Dutch comes at you and you decide to smile and mock him into a fight?" Now I've turned on my brother.

"You're eighteen, I'm twenty-one. Go find a seat in hospitality and I'll find you when I'm done." Esteban's face has lost it's mocking smirk, now riddled in seriousness, as he turns his back on me and walks to his assistant, gesturing towards me and away.

And now there's someone who knows I'm meant to go back, and not disappear completely back to the hotel.

Brilliant.

2024

"Just please, try to behave yourself," Esteban is quick to request, voice low as we approach the entrance to the paddock, passes in hand.

"I always behave, Este, you're the one to be concerned about," my voice is just as low, but holds very little humor as I fiddle with my dress. I'd like to continue, but he's already beaten me through the gates, me quickly scanning my pass to catch up and enter beside him, much to the photographer's delight.

With Esteban being a grid menace, much like Kevin this year, the Alpine team loves when Flavy or myself join, a boost of positive attention for their most turbulent driver.

"Ah! And here's Esteban, pilot for Alpine," Laura, my favorite journalist greets, smile directed at me, "And who have you brought with you today?"

"Ah, ma sœur, Margaux," He introduces to the camera, Laura nodding brightly.

"It's been a while, has it not, since you've been able to join us Margaux?" Oh, they're directing questions to guests now?

I have to pause, leveling my smile and head to my practiced mode.

"It has been about two years since I've been able to attend, the last being for our mutual friend Mick Schumacher's most recent race," Most recent, the kindest way I can think to put Mick's current situation.

"Well, it's lovely to see you here again today. I actually believe we follow one another on Instagram, and I saw recently that you graduated from University with a degree in geography, specifically population geography, congratulations! What are your plans for the future?" Her words make me blush, and I can't help the laugh that escapes at the question.

"Mon Dieu," is the first thing out of my mouth, leaning in slightly to the microphone, "I feel as though I'm a driver who's destination is unannounced," The joke earns a laugh from both Laura and Este, "Since my next stop is not an F1 seat, I can happily say I will be teaching history and general geography at the sixth year level starting this fall."

Her smile could not be larger, face full of joy. "Another congratulations on that! We have to move on, but I hope to see you more during the weekend."

"We'll see each other eventually," I assure, her nodding and leaving Este and I to ourselves in the busy area. "I adore her."

Esteban just laughs, moving forwards with his team, leaving me to follow behind, eyes wandering in every which way. The experiences that come from going to races are ones that will never fully be able to comprehend.

The hustle and bustle of the paddock is electric, drivers and teams everywhere with even more places to be.

"Baby Ocon!"

The speed at which my neck turns should be studied, because it's with all the speed of one of the boys cars that I'm turning at that voice, smile wide as my eyes land on the perfectly styled blonde head of my best friend.

"Baby Schumi!" My feet carry me to him before I can decide against it, his body pulling me in and lifting me into a spin, my entire world spinning in joy. "Esteban didn't tell me you'd be here!" Is the first thing out of my mouth when my feet hit the ground, glancing around to notice Mick had been talking with Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. Yikes.

'Max, Charles, this is Esteban's sister Margaux. Margaux-"

"I know Schumi, but thank you," I interrupt, knowing the grid my brother is constantly fighting. "It's nice to see you both, congratulations on your seasons to date," I greet, offering an awkward little wave that seems to earn a smile from the Ferrari driver in front of me, the Redbull driver simply staring.

I don't have the time to think on it though, Mick's already started on again, asking about our friend in green.

"I haven't had a chance to catch up with his yet, but I did see Lawrence earlier and I may grab a coffee with him and Lance's girlfriend later."

"Lance has a girlfriend?" Charles is the first to introduce himself to the conversation, he and Mick starting on the walk further into the paddock, continuing with their schedule for the morning and leaving Max and I to follow along, like two little ducks trying to keep on with their parents.

"The state of California in America has more people than all of Canada."

I'm not positive I've just heard the words leave Max Verstappen's mouth, but when I glance over, his eyes are on me, an almost... hesitant, glean to his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

The man shakes his head, simply shrugging off his earlier muttering, but I want to know what he said.

A little nudge is all I give, my should meeting his arm and garnering his attention. "Come on, I want to know."

His smile is small, barely distinguishable from a grimace, "The state of California has more people than all of Canada."

Oh wow.

"Really?" He nods, smiling like he has a reason to be shy. "I didn't know that, that's actually super cool, thank you."

"I figured you would like a geography fact given your degree," Max explains, and the thought behind his process let's me know that no matter what happened between him and Esteban years ago, he no longer holds anything negative towards me.

He's actually being quite sweet with his thoughtfulness and little smile.

He's actually kind of handsome.