Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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Do not trust anything I say beyond midnight (I fear I am an open book, too easy to read) by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
01 Sep 2025
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He craned his head to the side and was taken aback to see Daniel, clad out in running attire, slowing down to stop next to the bench.
Daniel removed one of his headphones. Max could just about hear the tinny bass blasting out of it. "You good, mate? What are you doing up—" he asked as he glanced down at his watch, flicking his wrist to get the screen to light up, "it's two thirty in the morning."
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Sicktember 2025, day 1: “It’s the middle of the night, why are you up?”
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- Part 1 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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"George, are you okay?" Marcus' voice crackled. George tried to answer, but the yes came out slurred. "George?" He repeated.
He wasn't sure what lap he was on. Nor the position. He couldn't even tell who was in front of him, the mirage of tyres and wings flitting in and out of his vision.
It wasn't just a simple headache, he realised with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
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Sicktember 2025, day 2: Forced to go to school/work while sick.
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- Part 2 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Carlos' voice was croaky from dissuse. "'M fine."
"You don't look fine," Charles pointed out as the lift stopped, doors opening. Carlos opted not to retaliate; he attempted to glare back, but the usual teasing fell flat, and Charles could only see how tired his boyfriend looked.
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Sicktember 2025, day 3: “Why are you so sweaty?”
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- Part 3 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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His chest was tight with fluid and a subtle pain had blossomed across his ribcage. Tiredness had gripped him, the type that you got from a cold that made you feel annoyingly lethargic, unwanted aches spreading through joints, and to top it off, a tickle in his throat that threatened to bring a serious cough.
He'd mentioned it absentmindedly to Alex. His boyfriend did a once-over before saying, "Yeah, you look like shit."
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Sicktember 2025, day 4: Pneumonia.
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- Part 4 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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In the end, I always find myself thinking of you by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
05 Sep 2025
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"Don't look at me," he repeated, voice cracking. He curled in on himself even further. A hand was on his shoulder, helping him up despite Esteban's protests. "Leave me alone."
"No, not like this," Pierre's voice trailed off. "Merde, Esteban, okay, let's—" There was rustling, yet Pierre's hand hadn't left his shoulder. "Let me just do this."
A tissue wiped across his chin, picking up the gross residue. Then another one at the corner of his lips. It was too close. Too intimate. Yet Esteban couldn't back away without looking like more of a fool than he already did.
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Sicktember 2025, day 5: Worst possible timing.
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- Part 5 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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He was left to sling his bag over his shoulder and hobble out of the room. Lando was waiting for him, also in fresh clothes, his bag hung from his hands. He glanced over to Oscar, up and down, and smirked, "Your back still hurt?"
Oscar nodded, took a step, and the noise he made wasn't quite a whimper but it was pathetically close to one.
Lando's smile dropped instantly and then he was next to Oscar, "Oh baby," his voice was soft, caring, it was everything Oscar loved about him. "Let me take care of you, okay?"
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Sicktember 2025, day 6: (alternative prompt) Gentle back/belly rub.
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- Part 6 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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Plus, he got to spend his break with Oscar. The first break they would spend together as an official couple. Lando couldn't wait.
Though he noted a tickle in the back of his throat when they flew back home to Monaco. He had shrugged it off, downed some Lucozade, and thought that would be the end of it.
He had thought wrong.
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Sicktember 2025, day 7: “There’s a frog in my throat.”
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- Part 7 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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Blood-splattered tarmac under the clouded sky. by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
26 Sep 2025
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"Charles!" He yelled because they were not alone. No use trying to be quiet when the danger was already there. He was being flanked by— fuck— at least six zombies. Max had sworn he had scouted the area properly; it should have been safe for Charles to quickly piss and for him to smoke. There wasn't meant to be any danger lurking—
"Max!" Seb snapped, "Get in the fucking car. Then Charles can jump in. We need to go."
He didn't listen. Max felt Sebastian try to stop him; he felt fingers gently graze his shoulder, but he was already racing ahead.
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Or: it's the end of the world, Max and Charles are just trying to survive. But after an ambush from a group of zombies, things take a turn for the worse.
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"You see, Geoff," Max spoke, voice nasally. His eyes were sore, he was tired, and he was starting to think that the cold was winning the fight. "I'm sick and it is not fun," he continued, the hen happily sat in his lap. "I don't think I can get you ill. I wouldn't put you at risk. But I thought you'd offer some comfort in these trying times."
Geoffrey clucked softly.
"See, Geoff, you get me."
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Sicktember 2025, day 9: “Get your butt back in bed!”
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- Part 9 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
- Part 2 of She said, "Ain't we all just runaways? We got time"
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and it all comes up and out my mouth (the world now feels like it's ending) by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
10 Sep 2025
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Then came the cramps. Hot and painful. Liam felt nauseous, he felt it with every step. He felt how his stomach rolled and his hands shook— he was scared. He was so fucking scared.
There was no chance he would sit through a car journey. Being stuck in a moving vehicle, with no escape if he needed to spew, sounded absolutely hellish. Instead he continued to pace his driver's room, back and forth, back and forth, until his stomach twisted. He made a sound— something between a gasp and a sob, as he dashed to the nearest bathroom.
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Sicktember 2025, day 10: Red eyes.
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- Part 10 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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I'll believe it all (I won't let go of your hand) by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
11 Sep 2025
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"Oh please, Daniel. It's nothing I haven't seen before," he waved his hand casually and yeah, okay, sure, Max was right but Daniel wasn't concerned about stripping down in front of him. Daniel couldn't care less about being naked. It was more, you know, Max bathing him that had him second-guessing it.
It would be too intimate— then again, they had always skirted between the lines of too little and too much. So instead of saying any of the thousands of questions that ran through his mind, he landed on just one single word. "Why?"
"Because it's you. Because I care."
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Sicktember 2025, day 11: (alternative prompt) Warm baths.
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- Part 11 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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Then, the next thing he knew was that Oscar was crouched in front of him, tapping his cheek lightly. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
Lando grunted, stretched, felt a joint in his shoulder pop as he rolled his muscles. "You said I would survive the race," he mumbled, "I didn't. I think I died."
Oscar laughed faintly as he helped Lando sit up. "You didn't die, Lan. Stop being so dramatic."
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Sicktember 2025, day 12: “You’re adorable when you’re sick.”
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- Part 12 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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It wasn't until Logan started coughing, body doubling over as he stumbled to his knees, that Alex realised something was wrong.
"Logan," Alex called, trying to get his voice past the spluttering, "Lo, do you have your inhaler? Which pocket?"
"Left," he wheezed, voice whistling.
Alex reached down to his boyfriend's shorts, but when he slipped into the pocket, he found that there was nothing. The right side was empty as well. "Logan, it's— I can't find it," he stammered.
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Sicktember 2025, day 13: Chronic Illness.
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- Part 13 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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It wasn't until he was upstairs and tiptoeing into their bedroom that he found Seb. He was lying on top of the covers, not under, in his day-to-day clothes. That implied Seb had intended to get up. He was lying on his back and a pillow covered the top half of his face. Like the rest of the house, the curtains were drawn— even the blackout blinds had been pulled down, and every light was off.
"Seb?" Kimi shut the door quietly. "Are you okay?"
"You're talking too loud," Seb said back.
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Sicktember 2025, day 15: "This is the worst headache of my life.”
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- Part 14 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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take me away to where the stars shine bright by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
16 Sep 2025
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Lewis had brought a blanket, laid it out against the hot sand, and relaxed. Charles had rolled up his trousers— an awful pair of baggy light blue jeans, but he seemed happy wearing them, so Lewis didn't comment. Charles was standing in the sea, water halfway up his shins, head tilted back with his eyes closed as the sun beat down on him. He lifted up his arms, spread wide, and took in a deep breath. Lewis watched, saw the way the stress melted away, saw a side of Charles he had never intended to see.
Yet there they were. In the middle of nowhere in America. On some random tiny beach. Just the two of them, the secrets they held, and the need to get away from it all.
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Sicktember 2025, day 16: Misery loves company.
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- Part 15 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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"Shit," George breathed, "it's— something is stuck inside my leg. It's tearing."
Max grimaced. "Fuck." The rain was continuous; they didn't have much time to sit around and think of their options. "Either I somehow manage to drag you and the metal back to the ship," Max started rattling off suggestions but even he knew that the first one was unlikely. George was lean and lanky, the metal sheet was wide, there was no way Max would be able to successfully bring both back to the wreckage.
"Or you pull it out and we hope for the best."
"That sounds like a terrible idea, George."
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Sicktember 2025, day 17: Infection.
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- Part 16 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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Though the next time Daniel scanned the surrounding faces, none of them were Max. He checked again. Careful to try and find his boyfriend, but as he looked, he didn't catch sight of him at all.
Or Mr shirt-and-tie.
In an instant, Daniel shot up.
He pushed past drunken women and sweaty men, the nightclub suddenly suffocating. Too warm. The music too loud. He stumbled to the bar, caught himself on the smooth surface. A member of bar staff looked his way, frowning with concern.
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Sicktember 2025, day 18: "We’re going to the hospital.”
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- Part 17 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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More knocking. Quick but quiet. Carlos opened the door to find Oscar waiting for him on the other side.
"You look like shit," was the first thing Oscar greeted him with.
Then Carlos collapsed forward.
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Sicktember 2025, day 19: Stomach ache.
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- Part 18 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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Alex relaxed, shoulders dropping slightly. "That's good. Are you feeling like you can eat something?"
"Maybe. Something plain—" Carlos stopped, cleared his throat, coughs catching.
"Sounds like you've got a sore throat too," then Alex's eyes lit up, an idea in the making, "I'll put the kettle on and make tea. And I'll add some honey, I think we have a jar somewhere. That always helps."
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Sicktember 2025, day 21: “I’ll make you some tea”/tea.
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- Part 19 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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He had burnt the toast. Again.
That, ultimately, was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Lando dropped the toast in surprise, and it clattered against the plate as his eyes widened. Oscar crumpled inwards in front of him, his face scrunching up as fisted hands desperately tried to scrub away the tears that wouldn't stop. A sound escaped him, ugly and human, something caught between a sob and a gasp. He unclenched his fists, opened his palms, and pressed his face into them, muffling his cries as his body shook.
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Sicktember 2025, day 22: Sobbing.
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- Part 20 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D