my name is mr fucking brownstone

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Max Verstappen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Gender or Sex, Female George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Female Max Verstappen, Car Sex, Situationships, Vaginal Fingering, Max Verstappen is Bad at Feelings, my love letter to mean dom top lesbians to be honest Summary:

Max is a prodigy, a champion, she drinks beer and tells the journos to fuck off when she doesn’t like the questions they ask. She fits in with the rest of the guys like a fish in water.

George isn’t like that.

She’s had to fight her way through the ranks to get where she is now, had to bankrupt her dad and claw until her nails bled so someone would take a chance on her. She still doesn’t have a title, barely has the respect of the fans.

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Max Verstappen, Jos Verstappen Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, George Russell is Not a Driver (Formula 1 RPF), Internalized Homophobia, Explicit Sexual Content, Jos Verstappen Is His Own Warning, Bad Sex, Getting Back Together, Coming Out, max has to work through some stuff, But He Gets There Summary:

“I’m George,” the guy – George – says, not offering a hand. “Nice weather out here, don’t know how you race like this.”

Max is busy staring at the pearly whites blinding him. There’s no way this guy hasn’t had work done. Lips like those, plump and pouty, would probably burst if Max bit on them. The paddock has become a cesspool of influencers and celebrities since Netflix came in with their cameras, but it still rubs Max the wrong way, how they prance around knowing nothing about racing and offering their inane opinions.

“It’s fine,” he dismisses, gripping the ball. “I’m good at what I do.”

“I’m sure you are,” George says, flashing another cookie-cutter smile. “Good luck on Sunday, then.”

well, the architecture, it interests me. i feel the grandeur, the mystery. the intended emotional effect. it's... and it's like someone has shone a story at me that i do not believe. it's built upon the empty promise of a child's fairy tale filled with malevolence and misogyny and homophobia and it's justified untold acts of violence and cruelty while all the while, and still, hiding its own shameful acts.

so like an ornery mule kicking back, i want to pick it apart and pop its perfidious bubble of belief and get to a truth i can swallow without choking."