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chasing their tails trying to track us down * milo+rocky vault

notes: lol hi guys i seriously COULD NOT get them out of my mind i seriously apologise

(series masterlist) | (📁 the milo + rocky vault)

every year in the season, there’s a race weekend notorious for being a touch too chaotic. at this point, there is now a long list to her name of the craziest things to happen in vegas.

and if you asked her friends, they’ve just been waiting for it to all blow over all weekend.

surprisingly, they’ve made it to saturday evening, after their several days spent here, completely unscathed. on the contrary, it’s left everyone on the edge.

just waiting, anticipating for something to happen.

yet the girl saunters into the garage, hair neatly bundled in a clip as she sips from her water bottle. “good afternoon.”

sebastian lifts his head, popping up from behind the car. he puts the headphones down and grins. “you’re awfully cheerful today,” he lifts an eyebrow with a soft laugh.

“it’s just the vegas weekend,” she shrugs with a giddy smile, continuing her way deeper into the garage and towards her car.

a moment passes, her race engineer staring at her with squinted eyes and a slight scowl. “what did you do?”

“what do you mean?” she takes a step back as sebastian leaps at her.

he grabs her face and moves it around, eyes scanning her skin. he shoves the sleeves of her jacket up — left and then the right — and then presses the back of his hand to her forehead.

“seb, what are you doing?” she shrieks, cowering back as she tries to swat his hands away in an attempt to dodge. “you’re being weird!”

“what did you do?” sebastian repeats, taking a step back. he has his hands on his hips, eyes staring into hers firmly while he demands an explanation. “you’re too happy and we’re in vegas. something must have already happened for you to be this way.”

she presses her lips together and shakes her head. “nothing happened.”

she looks over at liam, already shaking his head in a disapproving manner and rolls her eyes. “whatever.”

“where’s your shadow, anyway?” liam mutters, passing her with a snort. “why are you here by yourself?”

“my shadow’s in the hotel sleeping in until sabrina’s performance,” she explains with a shrug. “we stayed up a little too late for his liking, i believe.”

liam hums, “that’s suspicious.”

she waves him off and scoffs, approaching the pitlane. “you’re suspicious.”

“i’m surprised you’re not in headlines yet!” max jokes with a smug smile, slowly approaching her at the end of the paddocks. “it must come with running for the championship. don’t you think, charles?”

the ferrari driver simply shrugs with a soft laugh. “leave me out of this conversation please.”

“take the piss,” the girl scoffs as she takes her spot between the older drivers. “have i really been that notorious in vegas?”

charles blinks. “you married mick in 2023.”

“tried,” she corrects, “we didn’t actually get married.”

“2024, you popped up with a boyfriend out of nowhere,” max mutters. “and then you got in an accident off track in 2025.”

she hums softly and tilts her head. “i don’t think i’d consider showing up with a boyfriend a headliner. the accident… maybe.”

max finally turns his body, resting a leg on the couch as he faces her. “and didn’t you show up at some random car meet the morning of the race in 2026?”

“and last year?” charles prompts with a giggle, remembering how she’d come into the paddocks with a story on her lips.

she shakes her head. “attending the car meet last year was part of a marketing thing for cadillac.”

“fine,” max rolls his eyes, “then what about the way you street-raced some idiot after our sprint last year?”

“my team paid off the media not to run that story,” she shakes her head with her lips pressed, wagging a finger in the air. “technically, not headlines.”

“either way, something always happens to you in vegas.” max turns his body back towards the floor of the conference room and folds his arms over his chest. “headliner worthy or not. we’re all just waiting.”

she snorts. “keep waiting for nothing, mate.”

“rocks!” as she pulls her balaclava down her head, she’s reeled into a side hug with lips pressed against her temple. “sorry i’m late.”

“well, one of us had to get enough sleep after staying up til 7 in the morning,” she jokes, throwing her arms around milo. “did you find the ice cream i left for you in the freezer?”

“i did. how thoughtful.”

“i’m not. i’m trying to get you fat.”

“oh, you’re here this weekend!” sebastian laughs, approaching them. headphones sit comfortably on his head, tapping the top of his pen on his clipboard. “i haven’t seen you a lot.”

the younger man sighs, resting his hands on his hips. “i would’ve been here earlier, but i was kept up late,” he side-eyes the girl standing next to him, “by someone.”

sebastian raises an eyebrow. “i didn’t need to know that.”

the driver blinks. a scowl forms on her face as she grabs her helmet from the table behind her and shakes her head. “no, seb. we were just hanging out at the strip as normal vegas visitors do.”

“hanging out at the strip,” sebastian trails off, “sounds like you were up to no good.”

“hey! what’s that mean?” she reaches out and smacks sebastian on the shoulder.

she’s definitely had her fair share of scandals throughout her time in f1. which is why she doesn’t exactly see the commotion about laying low in the weekend — it’s not all happened in vegas.

though, to come to their defences, her most notable insanity always comes in the form of vegas weekends.

“like–”

“mate! you made it!” liam cheers, patting the actor on his back. “we’ve been looking for you all day.”

milo grins, turning on his feet to turn to the other driver. “sorry. i was in bed all afternoon.”

“yeah, well– wait.” liam stops in his tracks and drops his hands to his side. he tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows. he points a finger at milo. “something looks different. did you get a haircut?”

the latter shakes his head and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “no.” he looks down at himself. “i think i look exactly the way i did yesterday when you last saw me at the hotel lobby.”

liam hums. he taps his finger on his lips and shakes his head. “no, i think you’re lying to me.”

“why would i be lying to you about getting a haircut?” milo furrows his eyebrows. “seems a bit petty, don’t you think?”

“i swear,” liam mumbles. he turns away to fix his race suit. he taps the girl and points over his shoulder back at milo. “did he really not change anything?”

the girl shakes her head. “why would he? i left the hotel and he’s looked the same way.”

“i told you.”

“no, something’s different about him,” liam furrows his eyebrows. he turns around to scan the younger man. he tries to pinpoint what’s been the eyesore in the few minutes he’s laid his eyes upon milo. he swears it’s changed. “but what is it?” he turns. “seb?”

sebastian is already walking away, shaking his hand to signal his refusal to be included in this mess. “don’t.”

“i’m telling you, man,” milo laughs, shaking his head. “nothing’s changed.”

the girl hums, patting the kiwi’s back as she passes him. “better yet, start getting to your car for the sprint instead of stressing over this. you won’t be satisfied with any of his bleak answers.”

mick hikes his backpack up his shoulder with a wide smile. it’s easy to identify the pair in the half-empty paddocks, cleared up from their second day coming to an end.

he approaches with a wave of his hand and a cheer. but as his friend waves back at him, he realises something.

the girl taps away on her phone as she’s tucked away under milo’s arm. slightly further from them is liam, previously in conversation with milo before his arrival.

he grabs milo’s wrist as he comes to a stop. “what is that? you got a new ring.”

milo follows his stare and immediately retracts his hand. “what? no.”

“i swear!” mick insists. he reaches forward and grabs his wrist again, raising it in the air. “you added something new to your outfit and i swear it’s that ring.”

“i told you!” liam says triumphantly, pointing at milo. “you gaslit me, mate!”

“i didn’t!” milo exclaims. he tries to tug his hand out of mick’s grip, but the mercedes driver has a firm hold on him. “i literally didn’t change anything! why do you keep insisting so?”

oscar passes mick and milo. she steps away from milo and is pulled into an embrace with a kiss to her cheek. “what are you guys doing?”

“he changed his look and we can’t figure it out,” liam grunts.

oscar glances at his best friend, who simply shrugs. he backpedals and stands behind mick. he tears mick’s hand off of milo’s hand and takes one look. “yeah, idiot,” oscar laughs, “he has a new ring.”

mick squints his eyes. “what? where?”

“this one,” oscar mutters casually, pointing at the sole ring on milo’s ring finger. “see?”

“oh.”

silence falls on them and oscar turns to milo with a grin. “nice ring, mate,” he says with a nod. he finally lets go of his hand.

“wait,” liam starts, looking down at the floor. “wait a second.”

oscar steps back and folds his arms over his chest. “what’s up with the ring? i don’t– oh, you little shits!”

she glances at milo before turning to oscar, batting her eyelashes with an innocent smile. “what?”

“yeah, what is it?” mick tilts his head.

“they,” oscar pauses. he reaches out and yanks her toward him, grabbing her hand hidden in the pockets of her jacket and then milo’s hand and lifts them. “got married.”

in the air, right in front of everybody with cold plain evidence, a pair of rings on the couple’s ring fingers. it couldn’t have been any more obvious than the fact that there is an extra ring sitting on top of her lonesome engagement ring that’s been a staple item for months.

“oh!” liam scowls, face contorting into disbelief. “seriously?”

“aw, rocky!” mick whines, throwing his arms into the air. “getting married in vegas was our thing!”

“hey!” milo frowns. “not cool!”

“we didn’t know you when we tried to get married!” mick scolds, hands on his hips. “not even an invite? seriously? this isn’t how we set the scene, mate!”

“i can hear all the ruckus from williams hospitality,” logan grumbles, patting oscar on the back as he stops next to him. “what’s going on?”

“they got married.”

“what?” logan throws his head back. he turns to the girl and grabs her shoulders. “you married him?”

she blinks. “logan, you were there when we got engaged!”

logan shrugs and steps back. “i didn’t actually think you would go through with it.”

“ouch,” milo mutters, rubbing a hand over his chest. “we’ve been together 4 years, man.”

“eh,” logan waves a hand in the air to dismiss him. “i can’t believe you didn’t invite us, mate. you got married!”

“congratulations?” oscar raises an eyebrow as he drops their hands. “why didn’t you tell us?”

she hums, clasping her hands behind her back. “you guys made such a big deal in 2023. besides, we were planning an actual wedding with everyone else anyway.”

“we made a big deal because you were 20,” liam points out, turning to oscar in confusion. “is she serious?”

“and you weren’t even with mick,” logan sighs, shaking his head. “i can’t believe you got married and didn’t invite us! i’m holding this grudge on you forever. i invited you to my wedding.”

she scowls, “yeah, and the divorce.”

“stop!”

“congratulations!” liam claps. “we should celebrate!”

— bonus

the girl lies on her stomach on the hotel bed. she swings her feet in the air, chin in her palm with her elbow propped against the mattress.

she sighs loudly and glances at milo, laid back on the bed with his arm over his eyes.

“but i’m not sleepy,” she whines, poking her finger into his arm. he stays silent. “come on.”

“rocks,” he cries, shaking his head. he rests his hand on the top of her head. “please try what i’m doing — close your eyes.”

she rolls her eyes. “i know how to sleep. i just don’t want to yet.” she traces shapes on his arm, now loosely draped on her shoulder. “we should go and hang at the strip.”

“we’re not built for that life anymore, my love,” he mumbles, words slurring the further he slips into his sleep again. “let’s just lay here. we’re too old to be outside at this time of day.”

“it’s only 3.”

“am. it’s 3am.”

she sighs exasperatedly and drops her back on the mattress. she throws a heavy hand over milo’s stomach, prompting a grunt of pain. “it’s still early.”

“rocks,” milo cries. he sits up and towers over her face, grabbing her cheeks. “please, for the love of god, go to sleep. i’m fighting for my life trying to stay awake. i love you, but please.”

truthfully, she’s way over the days where she doesn’t think without speaking. it’s rare these days that her emotions get the better of her.

but in the dim of the hotel room and the bustling nightlife they can barely make out, she feels overwhelmed by the feeling in her chest. he squishes her cheeks, eyes drooping as he awaits a response.

“we should go and get married,” she whispers, blinking up at him.

he lifts his hands from her and sits up slightly straighter. “what did you just say?”

she’s not even sure where that came from. perhaps she’s reminiscing of her younger days too much?

she scrambles from her laid-back position. she sits on her knees and grabs his hands, bringing them up to her lips as her smile grows.

“we really should, you know? just you and me,” she whispers against his knuckles, her lips grazing his skin with every word. “right here, right now.”

a small smile plays on his lips. “are you asking me to elope with you in vegas?”

she nods. she clears her throat and drops their hands on her knees. “milo manheim, will you marry me?”

“i’d marry you anytime, anywhere.”

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