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vroomvroomcircuit · 3 months

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Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet

Summary: Everyone has their breaking point, even prefectly fine media trained drivers. Especially when people start asking dumb, sexist questions.

Pairing: driver!reader x f1!grid, but mostly Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen, Lando and Charles have a bit of a guest appearing

Wordcount: 1.2k (she is a shy shorty, please be nice to her)

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“My next question is for (Y/N): What do you want to be perceived as?”

Everyone in the post race press conference halts in their movements. (Y/N) blinks once, twice before she clears her throat and gets closer to her microphone. “I’m sorry, can you please elaborate on that? I fear my English is failing me to comprehend what you just said.”

The reporter is not hesitating, jumping into his explanation right away, as if he had chosen the words he wanted to say beforehand. “Well, you participate in a male dominated sport, being currently the only female on the grid line up. You are never seen in typically female clothing. You even wore a suit to the last FIA gala. We have yet to see you in makeup outside of festivities. That’s why I am asking what you want to be perceived as. A man? A woman? Or something in-between?”

Silence has never been so loud. Nobody really knows how to respond to such an audacity.

(Y/N) pulls her microphone another bit closer before murmuring into it: “I rather be not perceived at all. Thank you for the question, I wanted to clear that bit up for quite some time now.”

Her answer brought a booming laughter out of the one and only Daniel Ricciardo, effectively breaking that spell of awkwardness that has been cast over the room by Mr Audacity. Everyone relaxes and joins in the laughter.

As the media representative is about to call onto the next journalist, Max asks a question. “Can we all answer this? Because I want to make it clear, I identify as a problem and want to be perceived as that.”

“Yeah”, Daniel interjects,”of course you do. I want to be perceived as a menace to human kind, please. What about you, Lando?”

“Number 1 Fish Hater, certified and trademarked already,” he answers with a cheeky smile.

Charles breathes “I’m a hot mess” into his microphone before the media representative is able to call onto the next person.

The following race weekend the drivers stand in the media pits with their PR managers, hopping from interviewer to interviewer like at a speed dating event.

“-overall I would say we have a good pace. I’m confident in the team to help us through this race in spite of the unpredictable weather conditions this weekend.” (Y/N)’s answers the usual questions that are thrown at her after sessions.

The journalist smiles at her. “I am sure of that. Now, onto my last question: Last week you have been asked what you want to be perceived as and you never really answered that. Why is that?”

(Y/N) throws a not amused look towards the woman. “I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t want to answer a question that is just a poorly disguised attack towards my femininity. I can like fast cars and dress however I want without having to answer something like that. I’m secure enough in my own gender identity as a woman to be able to express myself in all the ways I want without having my actions impede on my identity or expression of my gender. I will put on a dress when I feel like it, I will get the brushes out for a glam makeup when it is convenient for me and I don’t have to do ‘typically female’ things just to please the public opinion.

Instead of going around and judging, just work on why you have this urge to comment on my expression of gender in the first place, because your insecurities surrounding my gender don’t look cute on you.”

After that (Y/N) is practically dragged away from the media pit by her PR manager, who probably already has a headache thinking about the mess that will follow on social media and certain online magazines.

But the few drivers who stood around them, having media duties to follow themselves, just stared impressed and with deep respect after the young woman. She usually is softer spoken and obviously went through bootcamp media training. This was the first time they witnessed speaking her true mind in an interview.

Back in her driver's room, where she gets ready for the debrief, (Y/N) realizes the kind of mistake she just made.

Her little outburst will definitely get more of a reaction than it would if a Max Verstappen would have said something along these lines.

Before her inner eye she sees the headlines. Something about women being too emotional for motorsports. Her being too young, too hot headed, too much of everything and somehow not enough of everything.

The team will replace her, the negative PR not leaving them any other choice. The pressure on them is too much, they already took a big chance on her by giving the driver a seat in Formula 1 in the first place.

With the news of her sudden contract ending, at least one news outlet will write “The little experiment failed”, paving an even more difficult path for other women trying to prove themselves in motorsports.

And all that just because she wasn’t able to let this stupid question roll right off her back.

A sudden knock on her door breaks (Y/N) free from her downward spiral of thoughts. Max enters the room with Daniel on his tail. “This was amazing. How you told this interviewer off on life camera? And her face? After you went out, we just had to clap. It was so cool. You were so right, too. I’m so proud you finally spoke your mind. The audacity of these people.”

It seems like Max doesn’t need to breathe, judging from his rant.

Daniel has a much softer approach. He puts a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him. “I hope you know that you had to say that back there. Even if you are ‘only’ a rookie this season, the questions you got the last couple of weeks were anything but ok or nice. Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet.”

(Y/N) shoots him a thankful smile, squeezing the hand on her shoulder with her own. “You are right. It was just a bit overwhelming at first. But I can see the appeal now. I think I have to take a few classes with Max, because the concept of saying what you think got a new fan and that’s me. It’s the best thing I have done in the context of handling media duties.”

“No, you won’t do that”, (Y/N)’s PR manager stands in the doorway, probably to fetch her for the debrief. “In this case it was a good thing to do. Important, too, of course. The fans are eating this up on social media. They already made edits with the clips. But I don’t get paid what Max’ or Lando’s managers get, so you will return to your media trained good girl roots.” With that (Y/N) gets pulled out of the room by her. Max throws her a subtle nod, to which she smiles.

Sometimes you need to be more than the good girl, especially if it’s for your own sake. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of the story of another media-nightmare-driver.

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bon2bonn · 3 months

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Media Menace

22!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 1.5k

* just Some of the fans favourite moments of Y/N being the media menace she is ✨.

It was as a normal interview with Seb standing in the media pin , being asked about the drivers and the line up so far , he listened carefully before he answered " well , I think we have a solid lineup so far, each have their own unique driving style and that makes it more interesting to see and to compete with on track , they surly matured from where they started and........" What the fans didn't expect was when the camera zoomed in on the back of the pin , where some of the drivers were seen carrying a wiggling Charles trying to escape their hold as they marched on , being led by Y/N , who was chanting " to the pit ! , to the pit! " hand raised with a water bottle in it , her media officer could be seen standing at the back facepalming as she watched her driver walking away unfazed by the cameras following them .

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*Crack-heads leader 🪄.

They paused as they came across Fernando , who was being interviewed close by and asked her something while pointing at Charles, she answered back and he nods at her , raising his own water bottle in a cheer , letting them go on their way with Charles seemingly pleading to be let down but no one dared to help him as the rest of the grid and media officers watched in amusement as they disappeared out of frame , the camera zoomed out and turned back to Seb as he finished his answer , blissfully unaware of the chaos behind him .

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* The road to Silverstone fistfight! , choose your fighter ! MV#33 Vs LH#44 🥊💪🏻.

She sat between Max and Lewis, bored out of her mind and fed up with their pity low-key shit talk by both drivers along with her team's principal and the media exaggerating the rivalry between them three , ignoring the reporters trying to bait her with their twisted questions as yet again she got stuck in the crossfire.

One reporter asked "what's your input on the ongoing feud ? " she let out a sigh at the repeated question for the millionth time this weekend alone , answering with a shrug " I don't know mate , I just work here " . Another one asked " what do you think of this ongoing rivalry, and do you think it'll last and how today's results will effect tomorrow's race ? " She answered nonchalantly " I sure hope it wouldn't affect tomorrow's race for I'm starting between them " giving them both a pointed look as if warning them , both looked away trying to maintain a stoic face listening as she went on answering , ignoring her officer who kept waving their hands at her from the back to cut it out " and as for if it'll last I honestly think today's quali could've been a fist fight, you know , end it there and move on with their day but no one is ballsy enough to arrange it , so here we are " leaving the reporters with a hanging jaws and taken back looks along with the driver's media officers as she leaned back into her chair waiting patiently for the next question .

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* "Bitch! , I'm out!" .

Being seated in another post-race conference with Seb and Lewis after scoring P2 after a breathtaking battle against Seb, both Seb and her were beyond exhausted from pushing eachother to the limit but they enjoyed how they kept eachother at the tip of their toes , same as the fans who were at the edge of their seats anticipating who'd cross the finish line first between these two , and the final lap was proof of it , but she made sure to secure herself the position by one tenth of a second ahead of Sebastian who made sure to congratulate her first , everyone was pleased with the race results, well, everyone but the reporters who kept slipping backhanded remarks starting from the post-race interview up untill the actual press conference where they kept asking whether she considered another career or if she ever consider an early retirement , she got bored as another one asked why she still held on to the F1 career instead on Turning to other fields os sports , she gave him a fed up look " I just wake up everyday and decide that I want to make my life harder , why choose something else easier while I can make myself miserable here with you lot asking me the same question in hopes I'd give a different answers?" That got them to shut down for a while before another one asked the same , again.

Before either Seb or Lewis could shut them for their way or choice of questions she took the mic with no hesitation addressing the reporter who asked her for the third time when she'll take the retirement decision " look , and listen carefully cause I'm going to say it once , and I won't be repeating myself . when I Y/N L/N finally decide to retire from F1 my statement would be " Bitch, I'm out " nothing more , and definitely nothing less , so untill I myself say I am retiring I won't entertain this question anymore, and I advise you along with everyone else to do the exact same thing . next question please ! " Leaning back with a leg crossed over her knee as she waited for the next question . And It'd be save to say no one dared to poke at her with such assumptions after that answer , and earning herself the Bear nickname.

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* Toto's karma .

She rolled her head back distractedly looking up at the sky as she had to sit again through one of the team's interviews with her and Lewis both stuck with Toto as he went on and on about the teams competing against Red Bull and their chances this season and his opinion on drivers etc ...., she looked at the side , waving at some of the fans who walked by and shouted for her attention, sending them hearts and making faces before she was brought back by the host asking them three " speaking of the Red Bulls and the on going rivalry , who can you say is your favourite driver " Toto answered before any of his driver's could do, in a dismissing tone " in Red Bull? , I can't say there's anyone one I can name " . she however smirked as she shared a side look with her teammate before she answered ignoring Toto's pointed look giving him a wide tight lipped syndical smile " Oh! , but I know one I could name , you might be very familiar with him after all " the host eagerly look at her waiting for her answer " my favourite Red Bull bull driver is Toto Christian Wolff " Lewis tried to hold back his laugh as she kept smiling smugly at the said man , who looked away at the mention of his name with his eyes clenched in a grimace , wondering what have he ever done in his past life to get her as a karma/driver . The host stuttered before changing the topic , asking the drivers about their upcoming summer breaks and holidays .

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* lando's downfall (literally) .

She stood in the media pit doing an interview with one of her favourite reporters , answering swiftly as the reporter gave her questions she actually enjoyed for once , not the diet and ignorant questions as if she barely knew anything about the sport , let alone drive . Her interview was going well , too well if she could say , because not long after she was halfway through answering her question , a gremlin decided to poke her for the fun of it. Having finished his interview already he turned to her to fill the time before his next interview , and boy would he regret it .

She kept swating his hands away and smacking him in attempt to finish her interview in peace , but no , he didn't pay her any mind untill he was called away . She glared at his smug face as he successfully annoyed her for the day , then she looked at the reporter with a wide sweet smile as she said " he'll regret it , trust me " nodding along as the reporter laughed nervously at her not knowing how to react , but that turned into shock as the driver excused herself for a moment.

she went around the pit sneaking up behind the McLaren driver, giving a thumps up to the reporter who looked at the camera with wide eyes before back at her , only to witness as she swept her foot in a kick aimed at the back of lando's knees, causing him to gasp as his feet gave up on him and he fell face first on the ground mid interview . She dusted her hands in accomplishment as she made her way back to the interview , asking as she smiled innocently " so , where were we?"

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alwayschoppedtaco · 1 year

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hate is a strong word, don’t you think ll m.v.

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

warnings: some angst? not super angsty, mentions of a crash on the track-no one is hurt- (mercedes v red bull), mentions of alcohol and partying, google translate dutch and french (in this, you can speak french) it’s mostly just fluff

summary: you’ve never gotten along with max, but that can all change after an action filled day leads to some late night conversation

word count: 1.0k

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“What a fucking idiot!” the crackle of the team radio comes right after you hit the barriers, informing the team that you are both okay and angry. “He knows that he should have left space, what a sore loser!”

The anger doesn’t subside on your walk back to the Mercedes garage after you brush off the marshals who direct you to the medical area, instead it is left to bubble up in your stomach, thoughts of the podium and just how close you were to it acting as a catalyst for your rage.

Your anger doesn’t pass as you watch the blundering idiot who caused your little crash cross the finish line with enough of a lead that his five second penalty does absolutely nothing. Instead, it is left once again to fester inside you as you go through the motions of post-race media duties, trying to patiently answer all of the clearly baited questions in a professional way.

It doesn’t dissipate as you change out of your sweaty race suit, slipping into a clean pair of pants and a shirt that is branded with the Mercedes logo. It only slightly lessens as you look at your teammate and his second place trophy, deciding to be happy for him and the team.

That’s the reason you don’t say no to Lewis when he invites you to an after party with the team to celebrate the first podium of the season and all the hard work put into this weekend.

You’re already three drinks in by the time Max strolls in, Daniel and Checo coming in with him. You have to physically restrain the urge to roll your eyes as you watch the Red Bull drivers walk in, downing your drink and motioning for another.

Max makes eye contact with you as you get your drink, a smirk making its way onto his lips. Your eyes narrow at him, turning your back to him as anger floods in again.

It takes everything in you not to walk over and do something you would regret, instead moving away from the bar and over to where your team is situated. Lewis motions for you to sit next to him at the table, some of the team members making way for you to sit there.

You only reason you got up from the booth where you were sat was to grab another drink. Excusing yourself, you make your way towards the bar.

“I will have an-” your interrupted before you can finish your sentence.

“daar is ze!” Max stumbles over to you, his drunken Dutch words not making sense to you. “Ik was je aan het zoeken!” there you are! I have been looking for you!

You scoff at his words, automatically assuming he was poking fun at you in his native tongue.

“Max, just leave me alone.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him, heading back over to the Mercedes table. Max is left alone at the bar, watching your retreating figure.

The rest of the night passes you by in a blur. Flashing lights and the deep reverb of the bass, along with the multitude of drinks, prompting you to pull Lewis onto the dance floor. Your hips sway to the music, letting your thoughts of the podium and incident leave your head, instead focusing on whatever terrible remix of Lady Gaga is playing.

You feel his eyes burning into you as you sway to the music, locking eyes with him. His blue eyes stare into your own, not breaking eye contact as he makes his way over to you.

“Y/N!” Max starts, yelling over the loud music. “ik wilde zeggen dat het me spijt” I wanted to say I’m sorry

“Max!” You are more open to conversation with him now that you have significantly more alcohol in your system. “I can’t understand Dutch!”

The laugh that leaves your mouth has Max hooked. The both of you drunkenly stumble out of the club in hopes of having a real conversation, the loud music still audible outside.

“I said that I am sorry, Y/N!” Max is still shouting, causing you to giggle louder and place your finger on his lips with an overexaggerated “shhh”

“No need to shout, Maximilian.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Its close enough.” Your drunken giggles continue as you talk, forcing the mumbled words out through your laughs. “Why did you not leave any room?”

“I didn’t mean to ruin your race, Y/N.” The way he says your name has you sobering up a bit, and the intense way he looks at you has you forgetting why you were ever mad at him.

“Oh mon dieu, pourquoi as-tu besoin d'avoir de si beaux yeux?” Its your turn to say something he doesn’t understand, the French going completely over his head. Oh god, why do you have to have such pretty eyes?

“What was that?”

“I said that you have really nice eyes that need to stop looking at me like that!” He is speechless after you admit it, letting a tense silence blanket the two of you.

He slowly reaches out towards you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“You have really nice eyes too.” The admission from him paired with his hands on your face have you forgetting everything about the race, the only thing on your mind being the man in front of you.

“Max.” His name rolls off your tongue, a silent dare for him to do something.

He takes the dare, his other hand coming to cup your neck as he leans down, his lips ghosting over yours. He finally connects your lips together, the taste of gin lingering on his mouth. Your thoughts are drowned out by Max, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck pulling him closer as you continue to kiss, cliché butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You only pull away when you need air, moving away from Max but still keeping eye contact.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.” The words catch you by surprise, never knowing Max felt like that.

“I always thought you didn’t like me.”

“Never.”

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pitconfirmbutton · 1 year

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fair and square | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x oc (audrey johnson)

you and max are rivals, that means you don’t care about each other... right?

word count: 6.2k warnings/tags: sexism, accident/crash

i know, my first writing on this page is for max but i just have ‘i could fix him’ energy, what can i say?

“A question for Audrey, over the years we have seen and admired the fashion of the wags at Grand Prix weekends, seeing them set trends and grace magazine covers. Heels, dresses and skirts, these women have become a staple for female fans to learn to dress like a lady and to see what femininity really looks like. I was just wondering when we are going to see you partake in this. Your fashion choices have been described as immodest and at times, boyish. When will you begin to set a better example for the female fans of Formula 1?”

As the question continued, my smile dropped. I was sat next to Max Verstappen, in a press conference before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the final race and the decider of the championship, it coming down to him and myself.

I didn’t know how to answer the journalist's question. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, wracking my brain for an answer that my PR representative would like. It hurt, I was held to a different set of rules than my fellow grid-mates and despite showing this year that I was a real contender to be a world champion, I was rarely ever asked about racing.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said the media needed to be more detail-oriented in these press conferences.” I tried with all my might to defuse the tension and I assumed it had worked, a few nervous chuckles echoed through the room. I turned to look at Max for a second, expecting to see him gloating, enjoying the negative attention on me.

We were rivals, we had been ever since I had accidentally taken him off the track when racing in the WSK Euro Series and since then we had both been involved in many on and off-track fights which brought us to now, myself driving for Mercedes and him for Red Bull in 2023.

However, when I surveyed Max’s face, he seemed anything but happy. He was looking straight ahead, his facial expression unreadable and his jaw tensed. I looked forward again, hearing another question.

“Audrey, you have talked about how your dad got you into karting. Did he realise when you were young that you were never going to be a beauty queen and so decided that getting you into a kart with a helmet on your head was the best way to find a partner for you?”

I could no longer hide my disappointment and shock, my mouth falling open as I heard the question. Like last time, I tried to find an answer but nothing came to mind. All I could do in that moment was hang my head in shame. I had always been rather shy and introverted, that being the reason I never went and found Max to apologise after our karting accident back in 2010. I picked at the skin on my fingers, squeezing my eyes shut as my head hung low, trying to block out the knowledge that everyone was watching me, that everyone was waiting to see me break. They had tried all year but hadn’t succeeded until now.

“Alright everyone, that is all for today, we will be on track in 7 hours' time at 5 PM. Thank you.” I had been saved.

Before I could even think about it, my body had taken control, I was out of my seat and speed-walking to the exit door which would lead me through the hospitality area and safely to my driver's room. I just needed to hold my tears until then. I kept my head down, ignoring people as they tried to stop and praise me.

“Hey Audrey, how are you fee-, hey are you okay?” Daniel. Max’s teammate. He was a friend of mine, both of us being from Australia. I knocked straight through him, quickening my speed to get past him and to my driver's room.

“Hey, Max, what happened in that press conference?” I looked up to see Daniel standing in the middle of the hallway, a dumbfounded look on his face.

I sat through that whole press conference with my jaw tensed shut, listening to the stupid and idiotic comments the press were making to Audrey. I was angry and upset.

Audrey and I had always been rivals ever since karting but as we got older and we journeyed to Formula 1 together, I began to realise how similar we were. Both misunderstood and prodigies of the sport we had chosen, talent that was rarely seen. I began to enjoy being around her but I never spoke these words to anyone. I looked forward to our on-track battles, our press conferences, and our snarky remarks to each other and I enjoyed seeing the way she would smile on the podium, her teeth showing as she laughed, the way her blonde hair fell down her shoulders as she was drenched by champagne. In another life, we would have been friends but she hated me, so I settled for getting to stay in her life as a rival.

“The media crossed the fucking line, I cannot believe that. The FIA should have stepped in, she got absolutely attacked in there. Do you know where she went?” I looked at Daniel who was also visibly upset hearing about this.

“Is that the best idea? I know you mean well Max but she probably doesn’t want to see you of all people right now. She didn’t even say anything to me.” He had a point but I knew I needed to sort things out before we raced. I wanted to win fair and square and having her battered by the media like this would not lead to a fair fight.

“I will talk to you later, Daniel.” And with that, I was off. I knew a back entrance that would get me into the Mercedes hospitality through the kitchen, wanting to stay lowkey. Going in through the front door may have raised a few eyebrows, considering who I was and what team area I was about to sneak into. Tugging my team shirt off my head, I threw it against a wall, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world if I didn't come back for it. With my black t-shirt on instead, I could blend in better.

I had fallen to the ground in my driver’s room, tears falling down my face. I had told my team to leave me alone as they knocked on my door to see if I was ok. I was not. I was broken. I had never faced discrimination like this, all through karting and junior series’ I was treated with respect, and viewed as a competitor and a good one at that. But now I was in the public eye and those who knew less about motorsport were watching and seeing me only as a woman. A woman who wasn’t as tall and thin as Carmen or as courteous and acquiescent as Isa.

A knock was heard on the door as I sniffled, more tears running down my face as I looked up.

“Go away! I want to be alone right now!” Hanging my head again, I stared at my hands on the floor.

The door slid open and I yelled again. “Seriously!? I said to leave me the fuck al-” Standing in front of me was Max Verstappen. His hands fell by his side and he looked down at me, surveying my crumpled body on the carpet and the tears which now stained my shirt.

“What the fuck do you want? Did you come here to gloat? Well, be my guest.” He said nothing, just continued to look down at me, his face as unreadable as before.

“I… I came to see how you were going.” That was all he could whisper out and for a second I nearly opened up to him, his voice sounded so reassuring and calm, but then I remembered that he hated me.

“You win, Max. You win. I can’t do this anymore.” I sat there still on the floor, fiddling with my bracelets, not wanting to look up at Max and have to witness the smile that was most likely crossing his face.

“What do you mean, Audrey?” Max’s tone sounded unsure. I watched as his feet moved closer to me. All I could do was shake my head. I didn’t want to explain it to anyone, let alone my biggest rival.

“Audrey?” His voice was wavering now as he sank down to his knees to sit across from me.

“What Max? I don’t know what to tell you! You win, the media wins, and everyone who doubted a female driver has won. I quit, I am not driving the race, you win the championship.” I looked up, finally processing his face. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were furrowed together. He was… sad?

“Audrey, you can’t do this! You have to race. This is exactly what they want you to do, to give up. You can’t.”

“This is what you wanted too. You didn’t even defend me. You never have. You hate me and everyone out there does too. So I’m done with Formula 1 and I am quitting. I got here, I proved that I could but it is too much.” I flung my hand out to gesture to him and to the door, articulating that I believed everyone in the paddock hated me.

“I… I don’t hate you, Audrey. I never have. Well maybe as I was pulling my kart from that tyre wall I whispered that phrase but since then I have never hated you. We are rivals, there is a difference.”

He never hated me? Thinking back over this last season, he had never really done anything outwardly hateful to suggest this. Sure he had made snarky comments occasionally and we fought hard on track but over the years, he had mellowed out.

“What is the difference between rivals and enemies then?” I was curious, I didn’t have to worry about my day being ruined anymore than it already had, so I wanted to hear his answer.

“Respect. I have so much respect for you, Audrey. As a driver, as a sportswoman, and as a person. If you were my enemy, I would hate everything you did but I could never. I don’t hate anything you do, not even you beating me. Being rivals means that you push me and I push you. You are my main competition and you have taught me more about myself than any friend or family member ever has. It would be a shame not to get to race you for this championship, it would feel wrong to take it from you without you even trying. So please, please get in that car and make my life so bloody difficult.”

I was taken aback by his words. He was someone who was always so blunt and honest and because of that, I knew that he meant everything he said. I ignored the way that my insides felt twisted and my heart rate increased.

“Ok. Ok, I will race you.” I looked up at him again, softly smiling through the stream of tears that were running down my face. He stood back up, offering his hand to help me off the ground.

“I want to beat you fair and square Johnson, can’t do that if you are sitting in here crying.” The bickering was back but this time Max had a half smirk planted on his face, showing me that he was joking, rather than mocking me.

“The only way you were winning this championship was if I was sitting in this room during the race. You just talked yourself out of winning.” The banter was refreshing and for the first time, I was happy to admit to myself that I was enjoying his company. “Get out of here before anyone spots you in the enemy camp.”

I looked down realising that Max was still holding my hand from when he helped me up. We both realised at the same time, pulling our hands away, trying to avoid eye contact but not missing the way each other’s cheeks had changed to a soft shade of pink.

“I won’t see you beforehand, so good luck with your race.” “You too.” And with that, Max was out of my driver’s room and I was alone again.

I wiped my face and looked in the mirror, I looked a bit of a wreck but I did have time to fix that before the media saw me again. Making my way down the hallway, I knocked on the door.

“Come in, please.” I pushed open the door to be met with Toto sitting at his desk, spreadsheet and graphs spread over it. “Hey” was all I managed to squeak out, slowly walking over to him. As he saw my tears, his eyes softened and he stood up, turning on the pod coffee machine behind him as I took a seat across from him.

“I heard you weren’t going to race,” Toto said, filling two mugs with coffee before offering one to me, and sitting back down.

“I wasn’t. I was upset and I finally broke. It has been so hard all year.” I sighed, readjusting my mug in my hands before taking a sip.

“I understand, you haven’t been treated fairly and I am sorry that it has been happening. I hope you know that everyone here thinks the world of you, myself included.” I nodded, a sad smile on my face. My team really meant the world to me, they supported me immediately and hadn’t stopped since I joined the team.

“Have you been on social media since the press conference?” As Toto asked, my heart dropped. He must have seen my facial expression change and quickly followed up. “Give me a second, James just sent through all of these, I have them on my laptop.” He quickly tapped away trying to find the files that our social media admin had sent him. He turned his laptop and I leaned in, squinting to read the words in front of me.

“Audrey has to be one of the most talented drivers we have seen since Hamilton and what she has achieved in her rookie year at Mercedes has broken records within Formula 1. She deserves and has earnt the respect of everyone in this paddock and the way she was treated by the media today was absolutely unacceptable and I hope they are not allowed back to an F1 event.” - Will Buxton during the Sky Sports Pre-race Show.

“During my years in Formula 1, I worked hard to try to set new standards for inclusivity and diversity within the paddock and I am heartbroken to see the questions that Audrey was subjected to today at the Abu Dhabi pre-race press conference. Audrey, much like Lewis did during his time racing, has faced oppression and hatred from those who do not wish to change their narrow views. The FIA must act to ensure that these people are not welcome at F1 races and that their voices should not be amplified by opportunity. I stand with Audrey and wish her all the best going into this last race. Even if she does not win the Championship today, she has shown that she is a real contender and a racer to watch in the future.” - Sebastian Vettel on Sky Sports Germany.

“Toto and I discussed many drivers to take my place when I left the team at the end of 2022. Audrey was picked because she was more than just racing. Like myself, her human rights work and ability to inspire those who are often under-represented in this sport were the catalysts as to why she was chosen. She has proved that her racing ability is next level as well as her morals and sense of self. Nino Farina is the only person to win an F1 championship in their rookie year and I believe that Audrey has the ability to be the next. I’m cheering you on from the garage, Ace!” - Lewis Hamilton talking to Kravitz.

“I have had the pleasure of getting to know Audrey during this year at Mercedes and have never met someone so determined, kind-hearted and fierce. She is a friend and a teammate and she should be treated like the incredible driver that she is. We cannot allow this treatment of females in Motorsport to continue.” - Mick Schumacher on Sky Sports Germany.

I sat there in awe reading through messages of support and love from my idols, teammates and friends. I looked back up at him, my eyes watering slightly again. “Thank you, Toto. I needed to see that. I want to race.” He nodded. “I knew you would. Go and get ready, I will see you out there soon.

Sitting there on the grid, I looked up ahead to my right, narrowing in on Max sitting in his car being fussed over by his team. I had pushed every single feeling down as I hopped in the car, silencing everything as I had done so many times before. I closed my eyes and quickly asked the universe for a safe race for myself and the other drivers, my friends.

“Ok Audrey, give me some knuckles. Let’s get it!” I reached up my gloved hand to fist-bump my engineer before watching him walk back to the pit wall. I was alone. The odds were against me starting in P2 but anything could happen. I looked back to Max’s car again watching as he reached his arm out below his halo and gave me a thumbs up. I gave him a head nod, watching him return it in his side mirror. The subtle gesture meant the world to me and at the same time, lit the fire within me to win.

C: “Well I think everyone can agree when I say that we are on the edge of our seats, Martin.”

B: “Absolutely, anyone that doubted Audrey is probably feeling rather stupid about now.”

C: “Correct! We saw her overtake Max with ease in lap 10 and oh look she is coming in for tyres. What can you see from down there, Ted?”

K: “Hey Crofty, yes she is coming into pit here now on lap 25 which leads me to believe that Mercedes will be putting her on hards and attempting a one-stop strategy. Here she is and yes they have the hards out. Oh no, gosh this pit stop is long and… they have forgotten a tyre! You can see her staying calm but she cannot be happy about this. She is now heading down the pitlane but that was long. Any chance of an undercut has been lost now I think.”

C: “That is heartbreaking for Audrey who will come out in P8 behind Lando Norris. How did it all go wrong for Mercedes there?”

B: “I suspect there will be some stern words from Toto now who we can see on the broadcast shaking his head. He is staying rather calm all being considered, he clearly has a lot of faith in Audrey’s ability to climb the positions again.”

I had to put that error in its place, I was upset but it didn’t matter now. As Lewis always said to me as he mentored me through my first year, ‘only act on what you can control’ and right now all I could control was my racing. I was able to pass Norris into Turn 6 and 7, moving up to P7. On the next lap, lap 27 I breezed past Alonso, Sainz, Ricciardo and my teammate Russell, fighting hard through the corners and through the closely bunched pack.

I could see Charles and Max up ahead but I was still a good 7 seconds behind them.

“Ok Audrey, you have the pace, you are expected to catch them in 10 laps time. Keep pushing.” “Copy.”

It was like tunnel vision, I laid my eyes on the back of that Ferrari and I went for it, passing Charles earlier than expected on the outside of turn 14. By the time I had made turn 16 and hit the straight, he was already out of DRS range. The next target was Verstappen.

“Ok, gap to Verstappen is 2 seconds.” “Light work.” The comment was a little too cocky and I knew that everyone would hear it on the broadcast but if I didn’t speak it into existence, I was scared that it wouldn’t happen. And we battled till lap 42, changing positions constantly and pushing each other off the track, driving way too close for comfort.

“Keep pushing, Audrey, Verstappen is starting to struggle on these tyres.” “Copy.”

That was the reassurance that I needed, sending it on the outside of turn 12 and overtaking Max. He tried to push and catch me on both turn 13 and 14 but he didn’t have the pace.

“Bloody good work mate! Now keep those tyres in the window and hold him for 16 laps, you have the pace.” “Yes sir!”

I was gaining confidence and with every corner, Max was a tenth further back. Lap 50 rolled around and despite having the lead still, I could see Verstappen and Leclerc fighting one another for P2. I passed through Turn 6 and 7, checking in my mirrors as I was about to enter the second DRS zone. As I looked back to see my competition behind me, I watched as Max and Charles’ tyres touched, gripping together and in turn, rolling Max’s car into the barrier, before it caught on fire.

“Oh my god! Shit”

“Ok Audrey, red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive and return to the pits please.”

“Oh my god, was that Max?”

“Correct Audrey, Max in the wall at turn 7.”

“Is he out of the car?”

“…”

“Is he out of the car, Nick!?”

“Negative”

“Can they contact him? Is he ok?”

“Checking now.”

“Is Max ok?”

“No word yet unfortunately Audrey, remember, delta positive.”

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

“Still nothing, I’m so sorry Audrey.”

My breathing had quickened as I slowly made my way back to the pit lane entry, my hands shaking as I gripped the wheel as tight as I could. All the feelings and emotions I had pushed down at the beginning of the race had been thrust to the surface and I could feel the tears rolling down my face, cooling my flushed cheeks. I pulled up in the pitlane and flipped my visor up, Nick, my race engineer, rushed to my side and unbuckled me, making eye contact as he did, watching the tears fall from my eyes. He helped to pull me from the car and led me into the garage to wait. I stood watching the live feed in shock, seeing Max’s car burn brightly as marshals worked to extinguish the flames. I didn’t notice Toto come and stand next to me but the arm that had wrapped around my shoulder made me look up, he smiled down at me and I noticed he was also doing the same thing to George who was standing there in shock too, having removed his helmet, showing his full facial expressions.

Time stood still but Max was pulled out from under his car after what felt like an hour. I let out a sigh that I had been holding since I watched him flip in my side mirrors. He was stumbling and looked terrible but it meant that he was alive as he was put on a stretcher and placed in the ambulance. I suddenly remembered my radio messages and the fact that they were most likely broadcast live, my heart sinking realising that Max would most likely hear them soon, my fear of rejection taking over.

“We are going racing again.” Nick came over and tapped me on the shoulder. “Really? Are they taking the piss?” I was mad that the FIA wanted us to get straight back out there once the barrier was repaired and the car removed but that was my job and I knew I had to get on with it. “Audrey, if you finish this race, you are the world champion, you can go out there and have only yellow sectors for all I care, finish the race and you win.” He was right but suddenly the pressure made it feel like I was carrying weights on my shoulders.

“Can I be honest with you Nick?” He nodded and he smiled softly. “I am a bit scared to go back out, that is the worst crash I have ever seen, especially in F1.” My flushed cheeks went even darker as I admitted, what I considered to be, weakness. “That is completely normal but I will be right there with you the whole 6 laps. I promise.” “Ok.” With that, I was back in the car getting ready to race again.

The last six laps felt good and my fear left as soon as the green lights went out and we were racing again. I wanted to win still, it was in my nature, after all, holding back Leclerc and George to keep my lead. As I rounded turn 16, I saw the checkered flag ahead and my heart beat so fast that I thought I would be sick. As I crossed, fireworks went off around me.

“Woooooo! Audrey, you are the world champion! Well deserved, Ace!” Nick screamed down my radio. “Thank you, thank you, everyone, you believed in me when no one else would and I hope I have made you as proud of me as I am of all of you. This is for every little girl who got made fun of for liking cars, for every teen girl who had to prove her love for this sport just because of her gender and for every woman who had to climb twice as hard just to match her male peers. I love you all and I will hold this trophy for all of us. Thank you.” I sobbed down the radio as I did my cool-down lap, making sure to drive close to the barrier, waving at all the fans as I went.

“Audrey, this is Toto, I just want to let you know that we never doubted you! I am so sorry we let you down with your pit stop but you recovered like the true champion you are. I will see you very soon and don’t forget your donuts… oh and there is someone here for you too.” I chuckled along at his words, smiling widely at the mention of celebratory donuts. Wait, who was there for me?

“Hey Audrey, sorry for scaring you before. You were right though, you did beat me and it was fair and square. Reckon after this I can take you out to celebrate because I can confirm that I also can’t live without you. Can’t wait to see you on the podium soon. Love you.” Max. I chuckled through happy tears and I got to the start-finish line, revving my engine to spin around as I waved my hand out of the car. Pulling up behind the winner's board felt better than it ever had as I leapt from my seat to stand on my car, waving to the crowd before doing a curtsy and jumping down to hug my team.

“Audrey, I just want to start by saying the biggest of congratulations to you, you have won your first world title and you are the first woman to ever be crowned a world champion in Formula 1. How are you feeling?” Natalie Pinkham had the biggest smile on her face as she talked to me.

“I am over the moon, honestly. It was a crazy race and it was very touch and go there at the start and the pit stop sure didn’t help but I managed to claw my way back. The red flag was terrible and it is awful waiting to watch one of your… friends get out of the car ok but I am so glad that Max is alright.” I blushed mentioning him, knowing that again, everyone heard my messages.

“Speaking of Max, we heard a few radio messages between you two, care to tell us more?” Natalie raised an eyebrow at me and winked.

“No comment.” I winked back.

“I just have to say, Audrey, I am so utterly proud of you. Today, I suspect, is the first of many for you and woman to woman I cannot believe what you have done for this sport. Go and celebrate!” She pulled me in for a big hug, we had always gotten along within the paddock and her support had always meant a lot to me.

I turned around, spotting Max leaning against the pitlane fence, smiling and chatting away to Daniel Ricciardo, a sling holding his arm to his chest and his suit tied around his waist, slightly blackened from the crash.

I had been released from the medical centre with a fractured wrist and first-degree burns, but only under the promise that I was going to the hospital after the podium ceremony. I had sat in the medical centre bed, listening to the driver onboards as they reacted to my crash and the red flag.

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

My head shot up to the TV playing the scenes, hissing at the pain my neck felt under the hasty movement. Had she just said that? It was replayed again and I knew that my ears did not deceive me.

“Sorry, I need to get out of here, I have to go.” “Mr Verstappen, we can’t have you leave without medical clearance.” I sighed, rubbing my face with my hand. “Can I go to the hospital after? Can you order that? I just need to be there for this podium ceremony… please.” I tried to pull off the puppy dog eyes look and it seemed to work. “Ok, we can do that but your team will be required to send you to the hospital this evening for further treatment.

After my wrist was put in a sling and my burns patched, I was headed back down the pitlane with my Brad when I looked at the screen, showing 5 more laps left. “Careful loverboy, you shouldn’t even be up, let alone travelling this fast on foot.” I shot my trainer a look of surprise. “Mate, the whole paddock heard what she said over the radio. How do you feel about it?” I stopped in front of the Red Bull garage and turned to face him, his face full of anticipation for my answer. “I… I think I have known deep down ever since that fearless, fun-loving girl took me off the karting track that no one else would ever compare to her. Brad, I have to do something, I will be back.”

My feet were leading the way, quickly before I could even change my mind. I peeked my head into the Mercedes garage seeing Toto sitting there analysing the last two laps for Audrey and George. As if he realised he was being watched, he looked up, making eye contact with me. He glared for a second before holding a finger up telling me to wait for a second. He talked into his headset and then stood to meet me at the door.

“Max, I am glad to see you are ok. What can I do to help you?” Despite being enemy number one to him, his smile and genuine care for my well-being were calming.

“Um, well, I… I heard her message, I need to tell her how I feel, do you reckon you could help?” He chuckled and nodded. “You weren’t my first pick for her, Verstappen, but I can think of a lot worse. Thank god you aren’t Gasly. Go talk to Greg on the pit wall, he will help you out.” He turned and paced back to his desk, placing his headset on and chatting down the radio to who I assumed was the pit wall.

I rushed over as Audrey was about to be crossing the line, taking the win and her first World Driver’s Championship. I watched as she waved at her team, taking the checkered flag.

“All yours mate.” I was tapped on the shoulder and handed a headset.

In the rush of the podium, I hadn’t had a single chance to find Max but standing up here on the podium, the Australian anthem playing, I could spot him from a mile away. He was next to Ricciardo, of course, and he was smiling and waving up at me. I smiled and gave him a small wave back as the music ended. He and the rest of the grid watched as I laughed and wiped tears and champagne from my face, Charles and George taking great pleasure in drenching me much to my protests. Everyone was happy to see me up there and they were all happy to see and be a part of history being made.

The festivities flew by and the champagne and my dehydrated body were not the best combinations, my tipsy giggles filling every interview and chat up and down the paddock. After a team photo and thanking my team and everyone in it personally, I made my way to my driver’s room for a moment of peace within the chaos. I was introverted and the socialising was wearing me out already. I got changed and sat down on the floor for a second, trying to process everything as tears streamed down my face. I was World Champion and I hadn’t come across a single person who wasn’t happy for me. I had shared champagne with Ted Kravitz, done a shoey with Ricciardo, gotten a hug from Jenson and had even been piggybacked down the paddock by Lewis.

I looked up at my door as a knock pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hey, you are right where I left you.” Max lent against the door smiling softly down at me.

“Hey, how are you feeli- oh my god, what are you wearing?” Looking down, he had on a 2023 World Champion shirt, pastel purple with my racing number on it. “Toto gave me one, I thought you might enjoy it.”

He took a step closer and sat down on the ground with me. I reached my hand up to his face, barely brushing my fingers over the bandages on his neck. “Burns?” He nodded in response.

“I am so glad you got out alright. You scared the daylights out of me, Max. I never want to see anything bad happen to you.” I was leaning in closer to him.

“Is that what you said as you sent me into that tyre wall in WSK?” He chuckled, leaning his cheek against my raised hand.

“You need to let that go, Verstappen,” I smirked at him.

“I am so proud of you, Ace. You really deserved this championship and I know it will play on your brain so I will put it to rest. I was never going to have the pace to catch you again, regardless of the crash or not. You won… fair and square.”

“Thank you, Max, that means a lot from you. Someone did have to dethrone you at some point. I’m the lion now.” I winked at him playfully.

“I know I said I would take you out to celebrate but I may have lied a bit.” My heart sank. “I had to promise to go to the hospital after this in order to sneak out to see you so… any chance you would care to join me for a date to the emergency department?” He was joking but his voice wavered, uncertain of how I would respond.

“It would be my pleasure.” I stood, reaching my hand down for his, helping him to his feet. This time we didn’t let go as we collected our belongings and headed to the pitlane to say our final goodbyes.

As we walked, we stopped occasionally saying goodbye to people or thanking them for their well wishes.

“You know this means I am technically the breadwinner, Verstappen?” I looked over at him as we continued to walk. He ground to a halt, pulling my arm to send me tumbling to this chest, narrowly avoiding his sling.

“Shut up, Johnson.” He leaned in close to me, a cocky smile on his face.

“Just bloody kiss me already.” “Oh, fucking gladly.”

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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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the orange peel theory * fem!driver

how many men in her life would stop to peel an orange for her if she asks randomly?

pairings: f1 grid x fem!driver

warnings: -

notes: juSt a random idea i got when i dreadfully peeled oranges for myself ugh i hate being single sometimes

guys this is the last vr update today i swear i’ve got too much times on my hands actually

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-> max verstappen, #1

would be in the middle of an interview after quali when she comes up to him with a mandarin orange in hand

max stops mid sentence to look down at her in confusion but will take the orange into his hands as she asks him to peel it for her politely

he would cover the mic and whisper “can this wait? i’m in the middle of something” and she shows him her hands, perfectly manicured white nails with a frown and says “i’ll stain my nails”

and he just does it, peeling the orange as he carries on with the interview after she walks away without him knowing

when he finishes, he turns to give it to her but she’s no longer there and ends up eating the orange during his interview lol

-> logan sargeant, #2

he’d be sitting in his garage minding his own business when she comes and sits next to him with a bag of mandarin oranges in hand

he doesn’t even need to be told

he immediately reaches out and starts peeling the oranges for her, even tearing away the white strands because he knows she hates those

totally nothing to do with the fact that he’s had a crush on her forever

everything to do with the fact that they grew up together and he’s too lazy to fight

-> daniel ricciardo, #3

he’s literally just walked into the paddocks for race day

he feels all cool with all the cameras

suddenly she runs over to him with an orange in her hands and a hopeful smile

“peel this for me please?”

he does it without question

he walks the paddocks with her while peeling her orange and even sparks up conversation with her

-> lando norris, #4

literally walks away when he sees her approaching him with an orange

she’s been doing it all weekend and he refuses to be a victim

also because he’s not that fond of peeling oranges

or oranges, for that matter

she tries chasing after him but when she finally catches up, he simply ignores the request to peel the orange for her

-> pierre gasly, #10

he’ll be literally walking over to the grid for the driver’s parade

looking pretty cool in his cool fits

an orange is presented to him without question

he grins at her and thanks her for the orange

walks away and eats the orange himself

-> sergio perez, #11

would also be in the middle of an interview when she comes up with an orange

would peel it because he’s a mega dad and he’s really taken a liking to her

excuses himself from the interview to do it for her real quick

would take one piece of the orange for himself

claims it’s the taxes for making him do it instead of doing it herself

-> fernando alonso, #14

takes the orange without her saying anything

he’s always seen with seb on race weekends and is very used to her antics

literally gives her the orange peel and one piece of orange

eats the orange without her saying anything

she’s in damn near tears because she really expected fernando to peel it for her without question

-> charles lerclerc, #16

is sad that she didn’t bring him an orange too

still peels it for her though

even though he was in the middle of some paddock game with carlos

asks for a piece and because she loves him and her crush is still very much present, she simply gives him the whole orange

-> lance stroll, #18

he’d have been coming out of his racing home minding his own business

they don’t interact often because she scares him

is almost scared to say no to the orange peeling and actually says no

mutters “i always knew you hated me” as she walks away

which then makes him chase her to peel the orange for her and apologise profusely

because lance and her literally never talk and it took up all her courage to approach him with this orange, she gives him half of the orange

-> kevin magnussen, #20

asks her if she's got an extra orange for his baby girl

she literally came prepared and gives one to cute baby laura

so now kevin has to peel two oranges for two babies

outrageous, if u ask him

-> nyck de vries, #21

has unfortunately departed by the time she decided to be a menace about the orange peel theory

she thinks about him often though

they're texting buddies actually

-> yuki tsunoda, #22

literally came prepared

he's got a packet of candy he bought when he flew back to japan for a visit

she gives him the whole orange

she literally peels the orange for him in exchange for the candy

-> alex albon, #23

was literally walking to the grid for the opening ceremony of the race weekend

says no immediately

but he does change his mind and asks if he can have half if he peels it for her

peels it and takes more than half of the share

-> zhou guanyu, #24

is delighted to even see her because they don't come across one another often

is kinda touched that she asked him to peel an orange but then is disappointed to find out that he's not the first victim and that this is all a tiktok trend for her

peels it anyway

asks her to bring an extra orange if there's a next time as payment

-> niko hulkenberg, #27

she literally cannot find him

doesn't get to participate in the trend

she only saw him once that weekend and it was at the opening ceremony and she only had 1 orange for alex to peel

and on the grid in his race car

-> esteban ocon, #31

absolutely ADORES her

peels it without question

peeks around her shoulder to ask if she's brought another one for him

she says yes and that he's the only one who gets one for himself because she loves him back

-> lewis hamilton, #44

this psycho literally approaches lewis when he's on an interview panel

but that's because he asked her to do it at that time so he has a excuse to escape the panel

he's just so tired of the panel interviews

giggling with her like demons as he peels the orange

-> carlos sainz, #55

peels it for her without question

the only one to ask her why she's got so many oranges to eat and hand out

also the only one to ask her if oranges have been the only thing she's eaten all weekend

inhumanly impossible to eat this many oranges in one weekend perhaps

-> george russell, #63

is literally tearing up because she came to him to ask to peel the orange

he heard from alex what she's been doing

he's been waiting all weekend for her and was sad that it seemed like she had no intentions on letting him participate in her tiktok

she feels so bad for him that she joins him in peeling an orange as well

-> valtteri bottas, #77

is confused because he's just minding his own business using his phone during the driver's briefing

peels the orange for her anyway

asks if oranges are her favourite fruit

suggests eating something less acidic to avoid a tummyache

-> oscar piastri, #81

if anyone's tired of her being a menace with all these oranges, it's going to be him

but because he knows she'll pick a fight if he says no

he will peel the orange reluctantly

takes a picture with the orange because it's the same shade as the mclaren shirt he is wearing

— bonus

-> liam lawson, #30

asks her to fuck off

only ask him to peel an orange when she's lost all the ability to peel one for herself

asks her if he can have one from her orange stash

she says no in tears because he cussed at her

shrugs and walks away

-> sebastian vettel, #5

this clinically insane woman has got this 4 time world champion peeling oranges on the pit wall during qualifying

has him throw her a peeled orange in between laps during qualifying

eats it in the car for a racing 'buff' before she drives out for a lap

she's got too many oranges so he helps her eat some of them

eating oranges = beating mclaren = beating oscar because they're all the same colour and have a correlation obviously

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amaranthineghost · 24 days

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THE MIGHTY HAS FALLEN (BUT YOU'LL RISE AGAIN, LOVE) ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

after a tough race cut short, max pushes away any person around him, but not her. never her. she always picks up the pieces to put him back together.

authors note: I love max. I know he's not the self-deprecating typa guy, but in this, he is, OKAY. charles is after this <333

HE WAS A BOMB. the fuse getting shorter and shorter every minute that his patience was tested. everything around him seemed to irritate him more and more as he tried to keep himself from exploding, for pr's sake.

he just wanted to avoid the media all together, for obvious reasons, but he was contractually obligated to give his words to the journalists under the media tent. putting him under a microscope and asking questions that had an undertone of scrutiny in hopes of catching him break. he was close, but he wouldn’t.

it hadn’t even been a fault of his own, he rarely made those anymore. the car had caught fire, but not due to a mistake he had made, and even if it had been, he wouldn't have admitted it anyways. still he felt the guilt of his lack of performance, beating himself up after every question asked about his car and what had happened.

it was just stupid. the questions were stupid. the car was stupid. this whole race was stupid.

the pressure to perform, even in the best car on the grid, was high. despite his seat being secured for plenty of years to come, he still had expectations to meet and records to break.

it was obvious to everyone that max was hard on himself every time he didn't perform his best, his girlfriend especially noticing when she’d find him in his very luxurious driver's room sulking at even the slightest of a mistake made by him.

it didn't happen often, but when it did, she'd been there for him. he knew that.

he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never be seen again because world champions don't make stupid mistakes.

even if this hadn't been a mistake he made, he should've known. even if there was no possible way he could’ve, he should've.

he was raised to believe that he was only deserving if he had been first, that he was destined to fail after every second place or worse finish.

so it wasn't surprising when he thought he didn't deserve her. in comparison, or more like his eyes, she was simply perfect.

and she understood him, which not many people could because he wouldn't let anyone pick apart his brain like she did.

he locked his thoughts and feelings in the dark that shrouded his mind from early childhood trauma. he promised he would never let anyone see.

but he was never great at keeping such promises because it hadn't taken much for her to pick the lock to his brain. even though he wasn't ready to spill every detail of his upbringing to her, he trusted her.

and he didn't get to do that all too often.

the media had been brutal—he knew they would be—and yet it still crushed his mentality and faith in himself.

with his race suit around his waist despite having time to change beforehand, he walked through the paddock in shame at the early retirement.

it wasn't like this determined the outcome of his career because the next race, he'd be back on top. he didn't feel so sure of it though because all his thoughts were on this failure. what if he failed the next race?

what if he failed the whole season? what if he fails her?

unlikely, the people know, but he had so much confidence which had so easily crumbled when it got a little too hot. he wasn't sure of himself anymore.

anyone could see the turmoil bubbling underneath his skin, harsh waves crashing in the ocean of his blue eyes as he pushed past anyone and everyone.

the walk through the paddock was short, considering the red bull motorhome was the first of ten. max hastily entered through the automatic doors, skipping steps as he was eager to hide out in his driver's room.

he felt the eyes of the staff follow him down the hall until he disappeared quickly around the corner. he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

the door to his driver's room closed as fast as it was opened, but much louder. she heard the slam of the door echo down the hallway.

she didn't flinch, she just calmly greeted staff with smiles and left a bag of sweets on the table for them. she always brought something for the team, to celebrate every victory and despite this not being one, they still deserved it for working hard.

since she had gotten there not too long after him, she lingered around the lobby. she didn't want to be waiting around for him to show up and have him brush her off because he wasn't in the right headspace.

he would never mean to dismiss her, and she knew to give him at least a little time to himself to think and process things. she couldn't give him too much time though because she didn't want his self-deprecating thoughts to eat away at his confidence.

from what she analyzed from the staff and their demeanor, he'd probably caught them off guard when he slammed his door.

she wouldn't apologize for his behavior because she would make him do it when he cooled down.

so she hung around and made small talk with the sparse staff around to allow max a few minutes to himself before excusing herself down the hall.

she had a bomb to defuse after all.

the clack of her heels on the hard floors bounced off the walls, but she walked quietly enough so max didn't hear her coming. he knew she would though. he knew she would find him with his head in his hands, barely covered in sweat because he didn't race for more than three laps.

his face was still flush with disappointment though. he didn't want her to see him like this even though she was with him during his last disappointing race, but even though his singaporean grand prix finish wasn't great, at least he hadn't been out of the race.

max hadn't DNF’d in two years because he was simply just that good, and he still is. he just didn't feel like it.

his hands pressed so hard against his eyes, the blood vessels in them would have popped if he pushed any harder. he had taken off his red bull hat, he felt he didn't deserve the number one right now. it was thrown lazily onto the makeshift bed in his driver's room.

the room was practically silent, every so often interrupted by a deep sigh of disappointment that escaped his lips. he had sat there for a good couple or minutes, sulking.

when she reached his door, she held the bouquet of flowers she always got for him close to her body with one arm while she raised the other to knock. her hand only slightly hesitated before her fist made contact with the door and a few seconds later, she tried entering. it was locked, which was usual whenever he was brooding.

at first, when max heard the knock, he thought of all the people last on his list that he would want to see right now, but on the bottom of the list was the person he wanted to avoid the most right now.

his dad.

their relationship was rocky. he never supported max at any place unless it was on the very top of the podium, and even then max thought he looked unpleasant.

“go away,” was all max could mutter through his hands as his heart started to pick up the pace.

she sighed, shaking her head with a smile pulling at her lips, “max.” it was all she needed to say.

part of him didn't want to let her in, he didn't want her to see him like this, but he knew she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. he knew she would stand there all day if he didn't open the door to let her in.

and he would always let her in.

she heard the low creak of the sofa she could imagine him sitting on, but not his footsteps while he made his way to the door. she only knew he heard her when the lock clicked and the door slowly opened inwards to reveal the red-faced max verstappen.

she stood staring at him, her head tilted as she studied his face. he didn't move, he just watched her eyes dart around his appearance, and he felt himself getting hot under his fireproofs.

“are you going to let me in, verstappen?” she teased, a sly smile on her lips as she watched her boyfriend roll his eyes.

he scoffed, stepping aside, “don't call me that.”

“what?” she acted innocent, stepping into his driver's room with the fresh flowers, seeing the already prepped vase, “don't call you by your name?”

“you know what I mean.” though he tried to keep a straight face and act like he was still mad, he couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his lips. she just had that effect.

she heard the door close and lock again as she took the wrapping off and placed the flowers in the vase. she shrugged at his words, her back still towards him, but she knew he had sat back down.

“you didn't have to get those,” he mumbled, “didn't win.”

she sighed, crumbling the wrapping in her hand and throwing it away before walking to where he sat. she stood in front of him as he looked up at her.

even with heels, he was still much taller than her and even though he was sitting, he reached barely below her chin.

she spread her arms to offer a hug to him, which he gratefully took, his arms snaking around the low of her hips. pressed against her chest, her arms wrapped around his head, running her fingers through his hair.

she felt him sigh against her skin, his eyes closing as they stayed like that for minutes without speaking. she felt him caress the bare skin of her thigh with his thumb.

when they finally pulled apart, his hands still laid firmly on her hips, his hair disheveled from the hug. she ran her hands through it to fix it and he only watched as she did so.

when she finally finished after only ten seconds because guy hair is a lot less complicated than women’s hair, he finally spoke up, “why are you dressed so uncomfortably?”

she was slightly taken aback, seeing as he was just moping about his race not even ten minutes ago and now commenting on her appearance. he only assumed she was uncomfortable, but unfortunately his assumption was correct.

“what do you mean?” she looked down at her attire, which isn't so different from the other wags that she hung out with.

his hand snuck around the back of her thigh and pulled up her leg, “I thought I told you to stop wearing heels, you always complain about them.”

“i’m fine,” she said, about to cross her arms, but her balance said otherwise so she settled them on his shoulders for support.

he gave her an incredulous look because every time she wore heels, without fail, she would complain less than an hour into wherever they were that she wanted to sit.

“okay, i admit i can't wait to get these things off,” she let out a deep breath, putting a hand on her hip, “but I'm supposed to be taking care of you.”

she said in his response to take the heels off her feet for her, a simple gesture really, but this was about him.

“do you want to talk about it?” she massaged his shoulders as he threw her heels to the other side of the small sofa.

“nothing to talk about,” he shrugged, “maybe I don't deserve being first.”

she pushed his head to look up at her, shaking her head, “you just don't realize how much you deserve, max. you're a world champion, a three-time one,” she reassured him, “you've won countless races, and you still have the entire season ahead of you. I know you want to, but you can't let one bad race define your season.”

“I know, you're right.” he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought deeply, “but I have to prove myself.”

“you've already done that plenty of times,” she shook his shoulders in emphasis, “besides you'll still lead the championship, unless charles gets p1, but you'll get it right back if that's the case.”

she was right. she always was, he never doubted her. he would never doubt her because she would never lie to him. she always backed up her answers by building up his ego and confidence back up so he was ready to fight it out on the track next race.

whether it took a couple of minutes or hours to bring his mood back up, she'd take her time in making him feel like the champion he was again.

she would take his phone from him, he didn't need to see the articles being written or the missing phone calls from his dad.

all he needed was her and she would always be there.

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🪡The Obvious String

*part of the reverse trope series*

Paring: Lestappen x MercedesDriver!Reader Genre: SMAU/Fluff/Humor Summary: The invisible string was so visible that everyone missed it but them. What are they? Rivals? Friends? Emotional Support Buddies? But they can't be lovers . . . can they?

*I took a lot of inspo from people on twitter. I think this is the most work I've ever done for a chapter before. the tweets alone took almost two hours to do. I absolutely love lestappen so this is super self-indulgent. but that's why I'm a writer. I hope you all enjoy!*

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Lando knew that there was something between the three of them.

Anyone could see that. Instagram, twitter, TikTok, hell even the Formula 1 app was talking about it. The grid was getting very suspicious, but who could blame them.

Max wasn’t putting out the fire by pulling his two childhood friends in as they posed for pictures. Charles couldn’t help but flash his God-given dimples at the Dutchman or the Briton girl. And Y/n, she was just as bad, blush on her cheeks every moment she was around them.

So yeah, everyone was talking. But, no one truly knew what exactly was going on.

And that’s exactly what Lando was going to find out. (With the help of his fellow 16 drivers.)

His first victim: the French bestie of the non-French man.

“I have no clue what is going on between the three,” was the first thing that came out of Pierre’s mouth when Lando showed up to his driver’s room door. The poor McLaren driver hadn’t even gotten a word out.

Lando rolled his eyes. “You have to know something. And you call yourself Charles’s best mate.”

Pierre threw his hands up. “Non, apparently that is Y/n and Max. I’ve been kicked to the side.”

The Alpine driver definitely wasn’t bitter or anything. He was actually thankful that you and Max had been able to keep an eye on Charles when he couldn’t. Knowing that the Monegasque had frequent delf-deprecating thoughts, he felt better that he had the two of you.

Pierre turned to Lando. “Aren’t you supposed to Max’s best friend as well? How would I know something that you don’t.”

Now that made Lando’s brows furrow. He was supposed to be Max’s best friend. And maybe that’s why he felt a bit peeved to not know what was supposedly going on between you, him, and Charles. His arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” he muttered, turning away to the door.

The Frenchman scoffed. “Good luck mate. We’ve been trying since 2019.”

“We?”

Lewis was not expecting the numerous knocks at his door during media day. The Briton held his breath, willing the unexpected visitors to give up and go away. Yet, a sigh left his lips once the knocking started up again. He pulled himself off of his couch and walked over.

When the door swung in, two bodies brushed against his side.

His eye brows raised. “Yes, welcome. Come right in. Oh, thank you Lewis for allowing us to disturb your peace.”

Lando chewed his lip. “Yeah, thanks man.”

Pierre took a look around the room. “Thank you Lewis.”

The papaya clad driver took a seat exactly where Lewis’s had been sitting, which cause Lewis to glare at him.

“And why are the two of you here?”

Pierre huffed, looking at the pictures on Lewis’s wall.

“Ask him.” A finger pointed at Lando, making the Briton look up from his phone.

“Oh yeah. Do you know. . . ”

Once again, Lando couldn’t even finish his sentence because Lewis interrupted him.

“No, I don’t know what’s going on between Y/n, Max, and Charles. Honestly Lando, no one knows and I don’t think they know either.”

Lando leaned his head back and groaned.

“But how could they not? They all make goo-goo eyes at each other. And it’s worse on the podium.”

“At least you haven’t bit on the podium with two-thirds of the groups. It’s insufferable man. They can’t go without talking about each other for more than a few moments.”

A laugh left Pierre’s lips. “Oh yeah. It’s always ‘Y/n was so strong on corner 2’ or ‘Pierre, did you see how Max overtook Checo?’ And then ‘Oh Charles was told to stay behind again. He really needs to ignore them.’ It makes me want to puke every time.”

Lando scratched his chin. “Now that I’m thinking about it, you’re right. It was like how Max and Charles completely ignored me in China. They kept looking at Y/n below!”

The last few words had a slight whine to them. Charles had been quick enough to catch Checo on the last lap, and placed himself in P3 after Lando.

The Alpine driver looked lost. “Lewis, you’ve been Y/n’s teammate for almost three years. How can you not know anything.”

All he got was a glare back.

“Like I said, Gasly, I don’t even think they know something is going on. It’s pathetic honestly.”

Lando put his head in his hands. “She must be pining. Don’t you two do girls night or at least something like that?”

“Lando, she spends all her free moments with Max and Charles. How can she be pining to me if she doesn’t leave their side.”

It was quite for a moment before Lando snapped.

“I’ve got it. If we want grid gossip, we got to go to the source.”

“No Lando, I don’t know if Max, Charles, and Y/n are in a secret relationship. And I don’t think they think of each other like that.”

The groan that Lando let out was so loud it made a couple of people look their way. George, the tall, lanky Briton was set to take Lewis’s seat for 2025 after two years in Williams. The driver pool was going crazy.

Logan was returning to Formula 1 with HAAS after a brief sabbatical and would be a teammate pair with Oliver Bearman. Nico and Daniel of all people were going to Audi. Liam was set to take the second Red Bull seat. And Carlos, well, no one really knew, but rumors said that he was going to return with Audi when they caught up with the regulations in 2027.

The McLaren driver was close to pulling his curls out.

“But George.”

Lando was now full on whining. George seemed exasperated and shrugged.

“We’re not that close anyway. We aren’t even teammates yet. And you knew how she yelled at me that one time that my car scraped a hole in Max’s car.”

The group of four winced at the memory.

Max had just finished yelling at George, calling him every name under the sun. And then you had shown up to double it. The Williams, well, now Mercedes driver, was thankful that Charles had shown up to drag the two of you away.

Lewis looked a bit pale.

“Yeah. I don’t think she’s fully forgiven me for Silverstone 2021.”

Lando turned to Lewis. “But they were all still fighting at that point. Remember the whole unfollowing they did in 2019?”

Pierre snorted. “Of course we remember. That doesn’t mean that they didn’t still care about each other. You know that Charles and Y/n were the first ones to congratulate Max after he won the championship in Abu Dhabi. And then her and Max practically tackled Charles in Japan in 2022. I don’t even want to imagine when Y/n wins her championship.”

Lando ran a hand down his face.

“Well, if Pierre doesn’t know, Lewis and George don’t know. Then who would?”

George cocked his head.

“Have you asked Daniel? You know that he and Max are pretty close.”

Lando’s eyes widened. “Why did I not think of that. George I could kiss you!”

George’s face scrunched. “No thank you. I don’t want to be anywhere near your lips.”

Lewis was already at the door, wanting to get a move on. “Let’s go. George you’re coming too. If we get to the bottom of this, you’re going to have to learn how to deal with all three.”

A shudder ran down George’s spine. He did not want to imagine the horror of sharing a podium with all of them. He’s heard enough stories.

When they got to Daniel’s motorhome, the Australian was peacefully talking with Oscar. Lando had run up to them and was currently hunched over, trying to catch his breath.

“Do,” inhale, “you two,” exhale, “know if,” inhale and heave, “there’s something,” exhale, “going on,” inhale, “with. . .”

Daniel sighed. “Max, Charles, and Y/n?”

Lando shot up, eyes full of hope. Lewis nodded next to him.

“Yes! Do you?”

The older Aussie wanted to smirk as he saw hope fill the group’s faces. He nodded a bit, and Lando looked like someone told him that his birthday and Christmas had come early.

“No.”

The McLaren driver fell to the ground. Pierre smacked Daniel on the shoulder.

“Why would you do that!”

Now Lewis was the one whining.

“Because it was funny. Mate, they’ve been like this since Max joined in 2018. Even then, it was worse than whatever this is.”

The Mercedes driver of the group let out another groan for what felt like the millionth time in that hour.

“Max was insufferable in 2018. Taking his sim everywhere so that he could game and race with them online. And the multiple phone calls. I think Max partied harder for Charles’s F2 champion win and Y/n’s F3 championship than his first race win.”

“Ok, but that’s kind of cute.”

All eyes landed on Oscar.

The younger Aussie’s eyes bulged. “What?”

Daniel pointed a finger at him. “If Max hears you say cute in any way, shape, or form that is distinctly near his name, he will come after you.”

An audible gulp was heard.

Lando had begun to pace. “Well, if I don’t know, Pierre doesn’t know, Lewis doesn’t know, George doesn’t know, Oscar doesn’t know, and Daniel doesn’t know, then who would know?”

Everyone looked a little lost.

“Aha!”

The two papaya drivers jumped out of reflex. Lando’s head turned violently toward Lewis.

“What!”

He held his phone up with a contact showing.

“We call Seb.”

“Lewis, like I’ve told you. Charles hasn’t told me anything.”

For the sake of everyone around in the paddock, they held in their groans.

“But Seb, you were practically Charles’s grid-dad. You have to know something!” Daniel said, face nearly in Lewis’s phone, as if Sebastian could hear him better.

A sigh was heard through the speaker.

“Charles was nothing less than a terror in 2019. I think the calmest anyone has seen him was 2018 when his car didn’t go fast enough for him to catch anyone.”

Lewis hummed. “That’s true.”

“Because everyone there should know that 2019 was the year of them. Every headline was all about them. And don’t get me started on when they had that big fight. I had to hear everything about it every. single. weekend.”

Daniel nodded. “It was the same with Max. If Fernando was here, he could say the same for Y/n since she was still racing with Alpine at the time.”

Oscar had completely forgotten about Fernando being Y/n’s teammate for half a season before she made the jump to Williams to replace Kubica to race alongside Nicholas Latiffi. The young Aussie had looked up to the older female when he was making the decision to leave Alpine. She had personally congratulated him on the move and gave him a wink. Well, had tried to before Max and Charles dragged her away.

Sebastian had gone quiet over the phone.

“Has anyone actually asked them if they’re together or not? Instead of just asking everyone else about a matter that deeply involves the three of them?”

Their silence had answered for them.

Lando grabbed Lewis’s phone out of his hand.

“Thank you Seb! We’ll get right on it!”

“Hey!”

It was too late and Lando had already hung up and was passing the phone back to his fellow Briton.

“Guys, we can’t ask them.”

“What!” Pierre yelled.

“Think about it. If we just go and ask, they’re going to make excuses. We won’t get a right answer.”

“Lando, you’re being unreal. Let’s just go ask them,” George said.

“Ask them what?”

The six of them jumped out of their skin at the new arrival of a familiar voice. Lando froze before slowly turning around, to come face to face with you, Charles, and Max, all looking cozy for media day.

“Uh, nothing?” Lando squeaked out, eyes darting around so he wouldn’t have to look at the trio.

Max snorted. “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

He took a sip of his Red Bull.

Daniel looked panicked. “We were just wanting to ask, uh, Lewis and Nico if they had forgiven each other yet?”

“Hey!”

Charles raised his eyebrows. “Why do you seem so unsure? And Lewis is right there mate. Kind of rude to talk about his problems in front of him.”

“Thank you Charles.”

The Monegasque hummed as he turned to Max. His mouth dropped.

“Max, I thought I told you to stop drinking that stuff. It’s bad for your heart.”

The Dutchman shrugged and took another sip, just to spite the Ferrari driver. You rolled your eyes, knowing a playfight was just around the corner.

Oscar’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the trio’s choice of outfits.

“Y/n, are those Charles’s cloud pants? Charles is that Max’s cap? And Max is that Charles’s Monza hoodie.”

The arguing that was beginning to build between the two male drivers suddenly stopped. Your eyes widened as you jerked your head toward them.

Sure enough, Charles’s hat was not bright red and it had the number 1 on it, something that Charles lost to Max in 2023. You leaned back to look at the hoodie Max was wearing, and indeed it had the iconic podium scene on the back of it. The two males looked toward your pants. The bright white clouds seemed to stare back at them.

“Uh, yes?” you asked. “But we share clothes all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

Max and Charles nodded before Charles was hit with a thought.

“Oh, chéri, I forgot to tell you that your dry cleaning was picked up a few hours ago and is back at the hotel,” he said as he looked at his phone, completely missing the six pairs of wide eyes that were now looking at him.

Max smirked as he leaned over and kissed the top of Charles’s head.

“Thank you schatje.”

This time, a whine came from you.

“I’m being left out,” you muttered, crossing your arms. However, the two were not having it and quickly brought you into their arms.

Lando stared, blinked, and stared some more before he rubbed his eyes. He completely believed that the three would disappear when his hands lowered, but he caught Max in the middle of kissing your lips.

“WHAT?”

You turned back to the group.

“Are you all fine?”

Lewis threw his hands up. “I’m done. Call me when we need to go to the media.”

The door opened quickly, allowing Lewis to slip out.

Pierre looked a bit pale. “What? When? Where? Why?”

Charles shrugged. “We’re together. After my championship. The hotel. We love each other.”

Daniel sighed. “So you’ve been together since 2022?”

Max rolled his eyes. “No.”

“But Charles just said his championship!” Oscar explained, hands outstretched.

It was your turn to smile. “His F2 championship. We’ve been together since 2017.”

A long sigh came from Lando. “I think I need to sit down.”

Daniel’s door swung back open, revealing Lewis once again. He also seemed out of breath. His hands were on his knees for a bit until he straightened back up.

“You’re telling me that you three have been together SINCE 2017!”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Pierre pouted. “But what about 2019?”

The three of you winced in a synchronized matter. With a quick look, Max was the one to sigh. His hands dug into the front pocket of the cozy, black hoodie.

“Long story short, we took a small break until Y/n won in Brazil. We all got our heads out of our asses and apologized.”

Oscar rose an eyebrow. “Then why haven’t you followed each other back on Instagram.”

A snort from you made the two men chuckle. You simply shrugged your shoulders.

“Too lazy? We don’t feel like breaking the internet.”

Lando took a seat on Daniel’s couch. “Why haven’t you told anyone?”

Charles ran a hand over his face. “Lando, we race in countries where people are killed for being homosexual. We can’t risk anything.”

The air suddenly took a solemn turn as the McLaren driver nodded, truly taking in the situation. Charles chewed his lip in anxiety, while Max picked at his fingers. You were looking at the group.

“You won’t tell anyone right?”

Suddenly, everyone felt bad for wanting to find out. They had pushed the three to confess something that they might not have wanted people to know about at that time. What a group of friends they were.

Lando hung his head. “We won’t. I’m sorry that we asked about it before you three were obviously ready to tell someone.”

Another snort left Charles’s lips as his hand rested on his mouth. Max had a shit-eating grin on his face, you had one to match.

Pierre looked at them with a skeptical expression. “Something to tell us?”

Max’s shoulders raised. “People know. You aren’t the first ones to know.”

Lewis sighed, shoulder sagging. George put a hand on the older Briton’s shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. Lando looked close to losing it. His hazel eyes narrowed at the trio.

“Then . . . who knows?”

Charles’s eyes looked up a bit as he started to count.

“Uh, Christian, Fred, Toto, Kimi.”

You pulled out his fingers and counted.

“Jensen, Mark, uh, Nico.”

Lewis looked like he wanted to pass out.

Max smirked.

“Oh, and Seb.”

There was silence amongst the group.

“Oh he is so dead.”

“Lando you can’t kill Seb!”

“Sorry Lewis, but this is his fault!”

“Calm down Lando. You’ll lose your seat.”

“Oscar, I just want to talk to Seb. Who has his phone number?”

“I am not giving you his number Lando.”

“I’m not asking you Lewis. Daniel, I know you have it.”

You smiled in Max and Charles’s arms as Lando started to get physical, trying to grab Daniel’s phone.

You leaned up, immediately being engulfed in Max’s aftershave. “Should we stop them?”

Charles leaned a bit forward to look at his two lovers. A soft smile formed on his face, before a smirk replaced it.

“Nah.”

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Book Club

Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader

Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club

requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist

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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.

“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.

“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.

“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.

“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.

“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.

“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.

“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.

Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.

“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.

“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.

The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.

“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).

“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.

“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.

“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.

“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.

“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.

“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.

“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.

“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.

“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.

“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.

“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.

“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.

“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.

“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.

“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.

“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.

“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.

“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.

“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.

“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.

“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.

“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.

“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.

“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.

“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.

“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.

“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.

“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.

“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.

“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.

“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.

“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lando mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.

“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.

“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.

“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.

“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.

“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.

“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”

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Vegas and the consequences | MV1

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas..

warnings: SMUT, This is nasty, getting watched, threesome ;) Unexpected dom> sub switch :o Squirting , Safe word (also used), After care

A/n: This is the Vegas Part to this. Also, I wasn’t a fan in 2021 so…Yeah I think Vegas wasn’t even a track until 2023?😭 This is so long, I don’t know how that happened tbh

English is not my first language, I barely proof read and I’m insecure abt my Smut writing.

-Vegas 2021-

Vegas was famous for their busy streets, casinos and party’s. But also for Formula one.

Max had won again, barely a second before you. You weren’t mad, because it was simply Max. Of course, winning and the feeling that came rushing with it was amazing, yet you loved seeing him happy. And P2 wasn’t bad.

He also had this battle going on with Lewis, which seemed really interesting but intense for everyone.

Max’s arm was firmly placed around you, his hand squeezing your waist from time to time. He was talking to Daniel and you looked around a little, talking to him from time to time.

Your eyes met dark brown ones. His eyebrows raised and a questioning but teasing look on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back to Max and Daniel, who hadn’t noticed the encounter.

You excused yourself to the bathroom. You were washing your hands when Lily, Alex Albon’s girlfriend, came out of a stall and greeted you.

She looked over at you while washing her hands, and you could feel that there was something burning on her tongue “Lily, just ask whatever it is” You chuckle

“That obvious?” You nod and she blushed a little “What’s this whole thing with Hamilton? I mean, him and max okay, but you and him?” You raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean, Me and him?”

“You’ve been looking over at him a few times now. And so did he. He kept looking for you in the room”

“Did he say that?”

“No but it was obvious. George pointed it out to me and Alex.”

You nod “I don’t think he was staring at me tho. I was a little confused at his looks but I’m pretty sure he was looking at Max” You chuckle.

“Mh..I don’t know” You rolled your eyes in a playful manner “Come on, let’s go party. We still have a Redbull 1-2 to celebrate” She smiled.

You were clinging onto Max, getting needier the more alcohol got into your system. He was aware of it and shortly afterwards, he excused you and him from the party. It wasn’t a secret what you guys were up to.

Multiple drivers have walked in on you, either in bathrooms, your car or other places you weren’t supposed to be. The thought made you chuckle.

The uber drive was quiet but you didn’t need to say anything for Max to understand you. He knew you like the back of his hand. The squirming you had been doing the whole time was telling him everything he needed to know.

The moment the hotel door closed behind you, your back met the cold wall next to it and Max’s hands were all over you “So needy hm? My pretty girl” He hummed at you.

You gazed into his eyes and pulled him into a kiss “Shut up Verstappen” His eyebrows shot up and he pulled away “Oh? Bratty much today, aren’t we?”

You shake your head “Would never do that” You smirked, making him almost threw you on the bed. His tall frame was towering over you.

“Dress off. Now” His eyes bore into you and send a shiver down your spine. You took off your dress and laid back, underwear still on.

You popped yourself up on your elbows “You gonna do something or you just gonna stare, Maxie?” He chuckled darkly while setting two cameras up, having an angle from the foot of the bed and the side, filming the whole room behind it too.

“Not only a brat but also impatient”His fingertips brushed along your legs. You head falls backwards “Maxie, please”

He chuckled again, now leaning over you “You want me?” You nod “So bad, please” His hands slowly rubbed your sides, making their way downward.

“Don’t think you deserve it yet, love. “ You tilt your head at him “Go on” He whispered while looking into your eyes. He leaned back into his knees.

You sat up, tugging at the hem of his shirt, throwing it across the room. Next were his jeans. If there was a record for opening Jeans, you would win, Max was sure of that.

The way you were secure in every move you made, making him even harder. Your hands brushed his cock and he moaned “Shit”

You pulled down his Jeans alongside his boxers. You whined, not being able to get them off completely due to his kneeling position on the bed “Max” You whined.

“Yes pretty girl?” He looked down at you “Off” You tugged at his Pants and underwear. He decided he had tortured you enough on it and swiftly pushed them off and then off the bed.

Your soft hands immediately find his cock.He hissed at the contact, loving how your hands feel on him.

You licked up his shaft and hummed. Max’s hands found their way into your hair. He combed through your hair while you happily sucked him off.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder at his bright red tip “Fuck-fuck-fuuuuck, Schatje” You smiled as good as you could, knowing you were driving him closer to the edge.

One of your hands find his balls, squeezing them “Good god, Schatje” His breathing was getting uneven and heavy “Will you let me cum in your pretty mouth?” You nodded as good as you could in your current position, making his eyes roll backward.

“I’m cumming already-God, you fuuuuck” He spilled inside your mouth, which you gladly swallowed. You held your tongue out to him “Oh even swallowed? Such a good girl” He smirked at you.

He hovered over you again, his right hand ghosting over your clothed pussy. Your mouth opened with a silent moan. He kept teasing you, gently biting your neck, already knowing your pr manager will have his head, yet for now it’s worth it.

You saw movement from the corner of your eye and looked to the door of the hotel room. There stood Lewis, not even surprised “Maxie” You breathed.

“Mh?” He hummed, not stopped his abuse on your neck “Lewis” His head snapped up “What did you say?” His voice and body tensed.

You nodded towards the door, which made max turn around “Hamilton. Enjoying the view?” Max teased.

“You on your knees? Yeah, absolutely” He shut the door behind him, making you gulp. Now you were thinking about what Lily had said earlier. He wasn’t looking for you, or max. He was looking for both of you.

Max raised his eyebrows as Lewis stepped closer. His eyes quickly wandered over your form and went back to Max “Why’d you keep teasing the poor baby, hm? Just look at her, worship her”

“You think I’m not worshipping her?” He sounded offended “Mh, I don’t know Verstappen, do you?” Lewis eyes darkened while Max just stared at him.

You whined, making both men look at you “Am I getting ignored now, I was good” You almost pouted “Yeah Verstappen, do something” Lewis said darkly.

Max didn’t know what to say or do. His head was empty and confused. Lewis chuckled “Look at that Baby, I made him dumb, hm? Not such a big mouth anymore when you’re off the track?”

Max gulped as Lewis let his hands wander over his chest, eyes never leaving yours. You clenched your thighs together, making Lewis chuckle “You like when I touch him, sweetheart?” You nodded.

“You want to feel good?” You nod again “Words.”

“Yes” Lewis smiled proudly “You heard her, didn’t you Max?” He nodded, still stunned.

Your back arched as soon as his mouth was on you. Lewis combed through his hair with his fingers, the other hand reaching your waist, holding it down.

Never in a thousand years you would’ve thought you’d end up in this situation, especially not with Lewis Hamilton.

You’d seen the possibility of it happening with Charles, but not Lewis.

You grabbed Lewis wrist, needing something to hold on. Max‘s Nose met your clit while he pushed his tongue into you. You let out a high pitched moan.

Lewis chuckled and let his hand wander to your throat, leaning his face close to yours „He makin you feel good, sweetheart?“

You nod and your eyes roll into the back of your head when Max pushed two of his fingers into you. Lewis smiled and pressed his lips onto yours. You moan into his mouth, all the hands on you making you feel crazy.

“Lew“ He hummed “Need more, please, please, please” He chuckled but pulled Max off you. Both of you releasing a sound of disapproval. He hushed you.

“What you want, baby?” You look at him confused “Think you can even take me, hm?” Your eyes flicker to max, who glares at Lewis.

The brit gripped your throat thighter “Answer me, pretty girl.” You shrug “I’ve never seen you”

He smirks but looks at max “You want me to take care of your girl, hm? Or you wanna fuck her with me?”

Lewis has never seen Max so dumbfounded. The tall man just backed off the bed and let Lewis take over. You focused on Max, not being used to Max backing down so easily.

You didn’t know why he’d do it. If it was linked to the rivalry the two shared on track? You couldn’t continue your train of thoughts because Lewis was running his hand over your body, his cold rings making you shiver.

He had removed everything except his boxers. Jokes on him, they weren’t doing anything to hide him.(Not that he wanted that)

You pulled down his boxers and pulled him to you on the bed. His head now resting against the headboard, his left hand finding its way into your hair.

Your fingers slowly wander over the obvious bulge in his underwear. His jaw clenched and his grip in your hair tightened “Baby, come on” He breathed.

You happily obligated and pulled his boxers down. His cock rested against his stomach, your eyes widened. He wasn’t that much longer than Max, yet he was more thick than max. You let out a breath and Lewis cradled your head.

You took him in your mouth and sucked his hesd “Oh jeez, baby” You hummed and his head fell back against the headboard. You wrapped your hand around the part that didn’t fit in your mouth.

His fingers tighten around your hair and his eyes gaze at you so softly, it makes you wanna suck him the whole night.

His moaning was music to your ears. You sped up your actions, which Lewis shot his eyes open to “Oh my goodness, baby. Shit-Holy jesus”

You chuckled “You gonna cum in my mouth?” He nodded “Yeah baby, shit” The way his eyes rolled into the back of his head made your thighs clench together.

He came down your throat, which you also swallowed. He smirked at you but his head snapped to his right when you heard a whine. One that definitely didn’t come from you.

Lewis makes a ‘come here’ motion with two fingers towards max “Impatient much huh? You wanna cum?”

Max nods and Lewis turns to you “Sweetheart, do you have toys?” You nod “Can you get them all for me?” You nod again and run to the bathroom. You had put them in a locked cabinet, not fond of the idea that your mother or other people would find them.

When you can back into the room, Max was tied to the bed with all four limbs. You’d never expect to see your max in that position.

You stood dumbfounded in the doorway while Lewis checked the restraints and looked up at you “Got them all, sweet thing?” You nodded, walking towards him with the box and handing it to him.

He placed it next to Max, examining each toy carefully. His smile widened when he pulled out a magic wand. You raised your eyebrows, not sure of his intentions.

“Can you tell me a number up till 10?” He asked, still focused on the toy in his hand “Yeah..” You thought for a moment.

“6” Lewis chuckled“Okay, seems like it’s gonna be a hell of a night for you, Verstappen. Your girl just told me she wants you to cum 6 times”

“Are yo out of your mind, how am I-“ Lewis cut him off “Shush before I make it more”

Your eyes were wide, and hands fidgeting with each other. This wasn’t unwelcome but a complete new experience for you.

“What are you doing?” You asked more quiet then intended. Lewis looked at you and his eyes softened at your state “Come here baby, I’ll explain.” He patted the side next to him.

You crawled over to him and sat between Max’s legs with lewis. Lewis let Max’s cock down onto his stomach before looking at the tall man.

“You know the traffic light system, Max?” He nods “Good. What colour is it right now?”

“Green” Lewis nods at him and turns the wand on. Max hissed at the new vibration surrounding his cock.

Lewis turned to you “Did he use the wand on you, honey?” You nod “Words?”

“He did” “How?” “Held it on my clit, and my tits”

You say blushing, not used to being so vocal about your sex life to someone else than max.

“Then you know how it feels, yeah?” “Yes” Lewis hummed and turned the wand up “Max wanted to cum, right?” “He did”

“We should let him, right?” You nod eagerly and Lewis smiles at your reaction “And what about you baby? You wanna cum too?”

You look down shyly “Nuh uh. Don’t turn all shy on me now. Tell me, do you wanna cum? Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes” Lewis smirks before turning the wand up to its highest setting.

He gets up from the bed and sits in a nearby armchair “Come here, baby” He pats his lap. Your eyes were fixed on the way Max was whining and squirming, tears forming in his eyes.

“He’s just feeling good, sweetheart. Come here so I can make you feel good” His eyes followed you. Your legs straddled his and you gasped when his fingers went through your slit.

“Time to make you finally cum, hm? You took such good care of us, you deserve it”

You nod breathless “What you need, my fingers? My mouth? my cock?” Lewis smiled up at you “want your cock,please-“

He pulled you down by the throat, capturing your lips with his “No need to ask twice” You felt his tip at your entrance and grabbed his shoulders.

“Breath, sweetheart.” You didn’t even notice you were holding your breath.

You slowly sunk down on him, the pain slowly turning into welcomed pleasure. He found your g-spot pretty easily,scary easily.

“Right there? Yeah?” You nod eagerly “Fuck-Oh my god, Lewis” Your nails were probably drawing blood from him by now but you didn’t care.

The only thing you cared about was the pleasure that Lewis was providing you with. His hand slipped between you, rubbing your clit gently.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna cum already-fuck” He smirked “You can cum whenever you want, sweet thing. Come on, make a mess on my cock”

Hot white pleasure filled your body, arms tightening around his neck and eyes shut close.

The hands gently stroking your sides grounded you “You back, baby?” You hummed and looked at the man under you “Look at the mess you made, huh?” You looked down at yourself and him “I’m sorry-Oh no-“

He hushed you with a kiss “Nothing to worry about. That was hot, sweetheart. Your good” You relax and let your head fall to his shoulder. You slowly begin to grind on him.

What are you doing?” “You didn’t cum yet” “I don’t have to” “Please” You held his face in your hands “You want my cum that bad?” You nod “Work for it then”

You hiss at the overstimulation but it wasn’t unbearable. Lewis noticed and pulled you back “Colour?” “Still green” He nodded “Tell me if it changes” You nod and continue your work on him.

A strangled moan made you turn around. You completely forgot Max was still there. And according to the mess on his stomach he had cum already one or two times.

You gasped and looked back at lewis “Relax baby. I’ll know when he can’t anymore. Back to us, hm?”

You nod and start bouncing on him. It didn’t take him long to tumble over the edge with the way you clenched around him and the sight of Max on the bed.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Oh dear god” He pulled you flush against him and groaned into you neck. He slowly relaxed his grip on you and the only sound filling the room was vibrations and Max.

Max was close again, having seen how his girlfriend squirted on his rival, and make him cum too.

Before he knew it, he came for the fourth time that night. The pain was now creeping up on him and the pleasure leaving him.

Lewis went into the bathroom, quickly cleaned you up and pulled a hoodie over your head. He sat you down in the armchair with a fluffy blanket, eyes always checking Max.

He knew the dutch man was on his breaking point, yet to proud for his own good.

Lewis sat on the armrest of the armchair and stroked your head, eyes already closed.

Max was squirming and crying but not giving up. When the dutch man let out a sound more of pain than pleasure, your eyes shot open and Lewis removed the magic wand in an instant.

“Sweetheart, can you bring me that towel?” Lewis pointed at a towel he had placed aside for max. You grabbed it and gave it to him. You watched them with glossy eyes, just wanna holding Max and be close to him.

Lewis also cleaned Max up and signaled you to lay down” Come cuddle with him, baby” You laid down on Max’s chest and let his arms tighten around you.

The cameras were long forgotten, but remembered when lewis walked towards them and turned them off.

He laid down behind you, letting his arm fall over you and Max.

Holy moly this was..fun to write? Had a writers block when she undressed Lewis 😃 Buz hey, I finally finished it. Don’t be all to harsh on me, I don’t write smut that often so it could be a little cringey 😞🎀💃

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x driver!reader #max verstappen smut #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton #formula one imagine #lewis hamilton x reader

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thepersonnamedsam · 4 months

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helloo, just wondering if I could request an imagine for gen z driver and everything that happened last weekend in Qatar! How the heat affected her, and maybe something dramatic and how the other drivers, fans and teams maybe worried about her, thank u sm<3

a random day in my life in f1

pairing: the genz!driver x 23!grid

summary: a vlog about our beloved genz!drivers day in the paddock

word count: 2k

warnings: none

note: merry christmas and a happy new year!

thanks for staying with me this year and into the new one :)

it’s not exactly like you asked and i’m sorry for that… but this has been sitting in my drafts for sooo long, and i just had to like give it some meaning…

masterlist / taglist

The vlogging camera was always secured somewhere in her bags, but she almost never used it. Being overwhelmed fast by all of the other cameras, she didn’t want to create herself more anxiety. But today was different.

„Hi guys!“ Her face appeared on the screen. Much too close, you could almost see her pimples she got from her sweaty balaclava.

The camera swayed and the paddock was shown. „We‘re here in Qatar, it’s beautiful. It is-“, the video switched to her watch „-2pm on a Thursday, that means Free Practice!“

Light music played in the background of the video, but you could still hear the busy paddock. People talking and walking in the background. Sometimes there would even be shouting, but y/n didn’t care, she just smiled into the camera.

„I’ll take you with me through my day! Are you excited? I bet you are“, she smiled. „Uhm, Qatar is a night race, as many of you probably know… but FP1 is still in daylight, which I’m glad, because I can actually see the track and not just feel it-“, she gestures the curves of the track with her hand „-you know? Yea…“, she mumbles the last part.

The video switches to a different setting. y/n now standing inside of her garage: „I have to be careful what I show here, it’s like Hippa in hospitals“, she laughs, „with privacy and all, we don’t want the other teams to know what strategies we’ve been working on.“

„But that’s my car“, she points to the newly polished F1 car, „she got a new look just for this race, can you believe it?“ The camera sways around the car to show off the new design.

��It’s really hot here, make sure to drink enough guys!“ An animation of a glass being filled with water appeared on the screen. „If it works, you should see some water right now“, the young driver grins.

The view changes again, this time to her watch: „We have 3.30pm, it’s time for me to warm up, but I’m actually already very hot, so maybe my trainer will let me off?“ She looks expectantly at her trainer, who only shakes his head no. „Aww man, worth a shot though.“

She placed the camera on the ground to film her warmup. The timelapse shows how she starts to lightly jog on the place. Her trainer starts to throw tennis balls at her. You couldn’t hear it in the video, but he shouts with which hand she has to catch the ball.

The music was catchy and in best with her rope jumping. y/n face was red and she was sweating extremely. She was puffing and breathing heavily. In this humid weather, even inside the cooling garage, it was hard to train. How would she survive in an already 40° hot car, for over 50 laps?

The music stops, so does the timelapse. You can see y/n breathing loud as she laid on the floor. Her head turned towards the camera and she smiles lightly. „Phew, never doing that again“, she laughs.

The video changes again, as y/n walks down the paddock to visit some of her friends: „I’m on my way to the McLaren hospitality. Lando and I have that tradition for Free Practice. We always get a smoothie before, so we don’t have to drink some weird protein shake.“

The view sways around and you can see the bright orange from McLaren. You could hear Lando before he was even in the video. His laugh loud and prominent. „Hi y/n‘s fans!“, he waves into the camera.

„This is Lando Norris, if you didn’t know. He drives for McLaren!“, she explains to her viewers. „I hope they know who I am…“, Lando pouts. She shushes him and giggles.

„What smoothie are you gonna get?“, she asks Lando. „McLaren hospitality has the best smoothies, I swear. Mine doesn’t even have smoothies, can you believe that?“

„Uhm, I think I’ll get the green one, I don’t want to hear anything from Jon, so that’s the only safe option“, he sighs. y/n grimaces, as the green smoothie tastes the worst.

„I think I want the red one, the one with the dragonfruit in it, so I can fly through this Free Practice like a dragon“, she laughs.

Lando rolls his eyes but still has to laugh at her shitty joke. „That was such a bad joke.“ - „But you love me anyway“, y/n grins.

You see y/n full on sweaty and with a red head. „Free Practice is done, it was hot, like really hot, Imma hop into my ice bath for a second and yea. I’ll probably go to the Hotel after to cool down, so I’m fully prepared for Qualifying.“

A shot of the pink rubber duck floating in the ice bath was shown. The duck was flipped and it showed the temperature of the water. 8°C. Perfect for a hot day like this.

„Ohh, I’m almost vaporising“, y/n laughs as she submerges in the water. „My skin is so hot and the water so cold, it’s like I’m the hot metal they put into water, I love this videos, I binge watch them before I go to sleep“, she confesses.

„Anyway, have you seen my pink ducky? I got it from Carlos! I was jealous of his, so he bought me my own temperature duck, isn’t that sweet?“

The next shot was y/n in her hotel room. She was laying in her bed, scrolling through her phone and occasionally laughing. The view was amazing, the sun was setting and you could see so much of Qatar.

„Good morning! It’s Friday then, it’s Saturday, Sunday, what?“

„Welcome“, she laughs, „I’m eating breakfast together with Max, say hi Max!“, Max waves into the camera. „I’m eating Avocado Toast with some Salmon - good fats for my body and Max is eating, actually, what are you eating Max?“

The view changes to Max‘ plate. There was a mix of different things, like some roaster potatoes and beans and some weird, almost wool like thing on his plate. „It’s potatoes, beans and some sauerkraut“, he explains. „What? Sauerkraut?“ - „Yea, I don’t know, apparently it’s good for your body.“

y/n makes a face of disgust and the screen goes black for a second.

„Okay, Q1 and Q2 are finished, got stuck in Q2, but I’m glad I don’t have to start in Q3 honestly, I can focus on the Sprint Shootout later. It’s hot in the car, hotter than usual.“

The scene changes, again to y/n laying exhausted on the floor. From the side you can see Oscar creeping up with a big glass of water. The moment the water hits y/n‘s skin, she’s up and about chasing the rookie.

„Oscar!“ And she sprints out of the view. The screen goes black and then you can see Oscar’s wet hair and two smiley young drivers. „She dumped me“, he huffs. „Into the water“, she says for clarification.

„It’s race day!“, she screams into the camera. „Well sprint day“, she says less excited. „I hate driving in these conditions. It’s way too hot, I’d rather drive on ice than this.“

The scenery changes again, cars driving around the parking lot. „I came here with Charles and Carlos, we’re staying at the same hotel and to save our carbon footprint, with all the excessive driving we do anyway, we thought we carpooled.“

You can see Charles driving and Carlos sitting in the passenger seat. „They wouldn’t let me drive, even though I’m an F1 driver“, she sighs. You can hear Carlos laugh and say: „Have you seen your driving style on the street? No way I would sit in that car.“

The young woman shakes her head and tuts. „You wouldn’t understand“, she whispered into the camera. Charles laughs.

„You know, for you being Australian, you’re still very sweaty.“ - „What? I’m not sweaty, that’s my natural glow“, Daniel laughs. „Natural for sure“, she mumbles.

„What even are you doing? You’ve been walking around with that thing for the past three days“, Danny asks. „I’m vlogging!“ - „You’re what?“, he asks confused. „You’re old, that’s what you are. It’s like blogging but with a video, so it’s vlogging“, she explains with a sigh. The older out of the two just makes an ‚oh‘ sound and laughs.

„I wanted to make a ‚a random day in my life in f1‘ video but it turned out to be a ‚a random four days in my life in f1‘ video.“

Fernando looks confused at y/n. „What?“, he blinks at her. „You know, it should’ve been a video about one day, now it’s about the whole race week“, she explains. „Ahh, okay“, Fernando answers, still unsure what the younger driver tries to explain him. „You wanna say hi?“, she asks him.

„Hi“, he replies. Fernando was not yet in view, but you could hear him. „Into the camera, Nando. You know how this works, you’ve done press and TikTok!“

„Hi“, he says again, this time Fernandos forehead was in excellent view. You could hear y/n‘s giggles as he took the camera out of her hand. „This is for my wife, Taylor, who’s cheating with another athlete!“

The camera was set down and Fernando stood up. „What are you doing?“, y/n‘s giggles continued. „Play Cardigan by Taylor Swift please“, he whisper shouts. As soon as the music begins, Fernando dances and sings to it.

„This is me before the sprint“, y/n looks into the camera and holds up a piece sign, „And this is me after the sprint.“ Face red and puffy. „Athletes sweat, I‘m a real athlete“, she quotes Daniel.

The camera sways to Oscar, who won his first race/sprint. „How do you feel, Mr. Piastri?“ - „I’m hot and sweaty, I wanna drown myself in an iceberg or something.“

„Yea same“, she huffs. „Listen, this race is exhausting. We drive in an unnormal heat, alone in the car it’s 40°C when the outside temperature is like 20°C. But the outside temperature here is already like 40°C, imagine what it’s like inside our cars.

This is for the FIA: I lost like 7kg this sprint race alone, just from sweating. What about you, Os?“ - „I don’t know if I want to say anything to the FIA“, he says lowly. „Ahh, they won’t see that anyway“, she reassures him. „I lost like eight pounds, maybe?“ - „How much is that in kilograms?“, she asks him slowly. He laughs and says: „Maybe 3.5kg.“

„Mr. Verstappen how many kilograms did you lose today?“, she shouts over the paddock. Max halts and turns around to face the camera that was shoved in his face.

„The scale says five, why? How much did you lose?“ - „Seven! Can you believe that?“

„This race really is torture, and we only raced, what, 16 laps? I don’t know.“ - „Can’t wait for tomorrow“, Lando sighs.

The screen goes black for a second again, before the same music started from her warm up at Free Practice. The timelapse begins again and you can see y/n sweating.

Occasionally she sits down to have a sip of water, but her trainer gets her up again. Her face appears wide in front of the camera and she starts to sing the lyrics as the music fades.

„Race day, baby, hoping for a good result today! I feel it in my sweat that I’ve been losing over the past few days“, she jokes.

She gets filmed as she gets into her car, it’s being rolled out of the garage and she makes the shaka with both her hands.

We get a few scenes as she drives past the start line and as she crosses the finish line, the radio messages was overlaid on the video.

„That is P4, baby!“, her race engineer shouted. „Yes! C‘mon! I almost fainted the last three laps, but totally worth it!“

You can see the podium being filmed from the ground. Max won, of course but; „Oscar and Lando! Woohoo! P2 and P3 for my Papaya Boys“, she screams as the McLaren drivers received their trophy.

The video ends with y/n sneaking into the room where they celebrated their podium in private. They were all exhausted.

„You reek of sweat and champagne“, y/n says from behind the camera. All three laugh and Max throws his towel at her camera. The screen goes black.

Comments 3.2K

user i- what was this?

user2 love, love, LOVE the smoothie tradition

user3 qatar should be banned from the schedule

user4 what do you mean, you almost fainted on the last 3 laps? what is going on?

user5 i heard lance almost fainted too

user6 this is cruel, but also love the content

user7 I WANT TO CRADLE HER AND TELL HER EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND THAT SHE CAN TAKE AN ICY SHOWER

user8 kimi would’ve walked straight to his yacht

user9 nando’s so right playing cardigan

user10 I KNEW YOU, PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK AND GIVING ME YOUR WEEKENDS!

youtube this was… eventful?

user11 ariana, what are you doing here?

user12 that’s so old

user13 shut up, they’re probably from all the tiktok edits here on yt

user11 what’s tiktok?

user14 love the new content

f1 wowza, y/n is just stealing our job! next stop: y/n hosts grill the grid

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bon2bonn · 5 months

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Y/n with Danny , and max at the back of a police car somewhere in Vegas : the light is green you can go .

#weathering your storm #WYS Incorrect quotes #f1 x reader #f1 x female driver #f1 x driver!reader #max verstappen X driver!reader #Daniel Ricciardo X driver!reader #WYS #max verstappen x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #driver!reader

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katebishopsbow · 6 months

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MISSING PIECE • F1 GRID

pairing: f1 grid x driver!reader (platonic)

summary: you have always taken pride in your ability to handle the press, until a journalist mentioned a sensitive topic that you had tried desperately to avoid – your estranged father. you struggled to give a response, and your fellow drivers showed no hesitation to jump in and defend you.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, mentions of abusive parent, found family

word count: 3k

(image is not mine)

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Formula 1 journalists have always been known to be brutal – asking questions that teetered on the brink of privacy violation and unnecessarily hostile probing with the excuse of “providing insightful coverage” on the highly competitive sport.

That was why media training existed – to prepare drivers for the harshest, most demanding questions thrown at them and rewire their brains such that instead of lashing out, they would be able to gracefully divert the focus to something else while also preserving their pristine image.

You had always excelled at handling the media, and your ability to constantly remain level-headed even when they asked the most ridiculous of questions was something you took pride in – until a journalist purposefully asked about a subject you had desperately tried to avoid ever since your F1 career started.

The relationship you and your father had was rather difficult to explain. The two of you became distant since the day your parents divorced and you decided to walk away from his constant emotional unavailability and manipulation he so skillfully disguised as paternal love. He didn’t bother asking you to stay – well, he never bothered doing anything when it came to you. He called occasionally, only when he needed something from you and your mother, and sent birthday cards out of obligation a month late because god forbid he remembered your birthday if your mother hadn’t reminded him.

Then the calls became less frequent, and then they stopped altogether, and his empty promises of visiting became blatant lies that you no longer believed in. Your father gradually turned into a stranger, a missing piece, a clouded memory left behind in the childhood days of your life.

It was a hard subject for you to talk about, something you would much rather keep away from the limelight and scrutiny of the world. Unfortunately for you, secrets weren’t really a thing in F1, and the obvious absence of one of your parents on the grid and in all your victory celebrations had been noticed by the public’s watchful eyes.

So your secret was no longer a secret. All the drivers on the grid were aware of it, and a few closest to you had known the full truth of your strained relationship with your father, but they all avoided mentioning it as they knew it was a family matter you wanted to remain private. Most journalists were also respectful enough to avoid asking insensitive questions when interviewing you, phrasing their words like “How will you celebrate the win with your family?” instead of using the term “parents”, and you were more than appreciative of that.

So when the voice of a certain reporter who was known to be ruthless with his questioning echoed through the press conference, directing the uncomfortable and out-of-the-blue question toward you, you suddenly found yourself at a loss for words.

“Rumors have been circulating the Internet recently about you and your father. There are accusations against you claiming that you were ‘selfish’ and ‘ungrateful’ for cutting off ties with your parent, that a callous and unforgiving person such as yourself does not deserve a seat or to be the inspiration for young minds. What are your comments on such claims, and have you ever experienced regret for turning your back on your family – your very own flesh and blood?”

The sudden silence in the room was suffocating, and the only sound you could hear was the heartbeat that was drumming loudly in your ears as the colour drained from your face. The discussion revolving around your relationship with your father wasn’t anything you were unfamiliar with, but to hear it being brought up so directly in front of the press and all your fellow drivers, and all the demeaning names that people had called you – it had felt so demoralizing.

What happened between you and your dad was entirely private, people outside of your family who had never gone through what you had experienced should never have the right to make comments on your decision to leave. They didn’t know what it was like to have a father who was never there, who constantly let you down with his lies and broken promises, who subjected all his volatile temper and toxic outbursts to his daughter and wife.

You had enough of his bullshit and were simply sick of pretending to be the perfect little family, so you left with your mother and told yourself that you would never look back. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t miss the presence of your dad every now and then – the palpable emptiness he left behind had and would continue to haunt you – but you also never once regretted your decision.

“I – I don’t think… these accusations… umm –” The composure you had always displayed in front of the media was long gone, and you struggled to find the right words to say in response to such an uncomfortable question. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixated on you while that journalist watched you with an inspective expression on his face, just waiting for the moment when you break – wanting you to lose control so that he could have the reaction he needed to write his article.

And all of a sudden, you were back in your childhood home, standing in the living room with your head hung low, fighting back tears as your father unleashed his wrath at you over the smallest, most trivial things. “What’re you crying for, huh? You want me to give you something to cry about?” he would say to you, his voice harsh and venomous as he screamed out insults that scarred your fragile little heart.

Then you were back in your grade school classroom, standing in front of the whole class and staying completely silent after your teacher assigned you the speech topic “My dad is my hero”. Your classmates looked at you as if you had grown a second head, confused by the way you were struggling to speak about a topic they could so easily blabber on for hours. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say anything – your dad was never your hero, he was a distant stranger who struck fear within you whenever he was around.

Then you were back in the bedroom at your new home, reading the birthday card that your dad had sent to you a month late. Written in the top left corner of the page was a scribble of your name, completely misspelled. You closed the card with tears brimming in your eyes, knowing that your existence was slowly beginning to fade from your father’s memories. You tried to remember what his voice sounded like, his calloused hands, his boisterous laughter on the rare days when he wasn’t screaming profanities at you and your mother, and then you realized that he was beginning to fade from yours, and it had felt so, so painful.

Blinking away the hectic memories, you were quickly dragged back to the reality of the press conference. Everyone was still waiting for your response, and the reporter continued to wait for you to crumble under pressure, but all you wanted to do was to run out of the room and hide from people’s blazing eyes, to not have the world criticize you on how you dealt with your family trauma.

“I think that is an absolutely unprofessional question to ask if I am being honest.” Max’s stern voice finally broke the silence, and you were still attempting to process the situation when he continued to chastise the overstepping journalist with an irritated scowl, “The focus of the press conference is to discuss the races and the drivers’ performances on the track, not to delve into people’s personal matter and bring up their family situations which clearly do not have any relevance to the sport.”

The Dutch driver had always been brutally honest, never afraid to speak his mind and call out the press for their bullshit, and this was no exception. Having a complicated relationship with his father himself, he knew the hardships of being in your situation and struggling with toxic family dynamics, and he experienced first-hand how the media loved exploiting such issues for the sake of a story. More importantly, you were his friend, and he would do anything to defend you.

You exchanged thankful glances with the driver next to you, feeling the warmth that blossomed over your heart when Max placed his hand over your trembling ones beneath the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze in a way that meant “Don’t worry. I got your back”.

Upon hearing what Max had to say, the reporter was quick to defend himself. “I was merely hoping to get some insights on whether or not the recent rumors had affected her performance on the track. That’s all,” he attempted to reason, trying to rationalize his intrusive question but was interrupted by another driver who frankly also had enough.

“I think everybody in this room is well aware that is not your intention,” Charles spoke up from his seat, staring at the lying journalist with a tight-lipped smile that was far from friendly. Being one of your closest friends on the grid, Charles was also no stranger to your father’s abusive tendencies and knew how tough it was for you to open up to him about such horrible memories. To see the press tried to take advantage of your vulnerability and blatantly lie about their ill intention sickened him, and he was not going to just sit and watch it happen.

The McLaren driver sitting beside him nodded as he let out a light chuckle, “Yeah I mean – I’m literally an idiot at reading the room but even I can tell that getting racing insights was not your only intention, mate.” The audacity some of these journalists and reporters had was astounding, thinking they could get away with asking disrespectful questions just because of their job titles. When it came to snapping back at their baleful antics, Lando did it once on camera with his iconic “Who are you?” and he would certainly do it again.

Carlos couldn’t help but smirk at Lando's cleverness – masking his reproval at the journalist with a self-deprecating joke. When his attention landed on the audience seated before him, he allowed himself to enjoy the caught-off-guard look on the journalist's now reddened face. “Serves him right for asking stupid questions,” Carlos muttered in a hushed voice just loud enough for himself to hear before turning his head to catch your eyes, shooting you a quick smile as a sign of support. You returned the kind gesture, thankful that your friends were standing by your side when you needed help.

As the journalist busied himself with trying to recollect his composure, an awkward silence hung upon the room once again. That was when Daniel perked up from his seat, the usual cheerful smile on his face as he proceeded to do what he did best – easing the tense atmosphere and diffusing the tension with a touch of humour. “Well, I can totally affirm that Lando can be an idiot sometimes,” he joked while grinning mischievously at the papaya driver, and the mood in the room visibly lightened as a few reporters laughed at his playful words.

“But on a more serious note though, I do believe it’s important to remember that drivers are also human beings, and we all have our own struggles and difficulties both on and off track. It’s crucial to respect drivers’ boundaries and not exploit their personal struggles, and our sole focus should always be on the sport and racing,” Daniel voiced out respectfully, emphasizing the one thing that people always seemed to forget – that drivers deserved privacy and owed nobody any explanations on their personal lives, even if they lived under the spotlight.

Oscar and Pierre who were seated at the further end of the table also nodded at Daniel’s resonating words, expressing their agreement on the importance of maintaining a respectful and uplifting environment for all drivers. “What are your thoughts, y/n?” A female reporter in the crowd raised the question, subtly giving you an encouraging smile as she steered the attention back to you, offering you the chance to speak your truth and address the situation directly.

The fear and dread within you slowly dissipated, replacing them was the heartwarming gratitude at your fellow drivers who showed no hesitation in defending you in the face of intrusive questioning. It was then that you realized you were never alone in this journey, that the other drivers on the grid were not only your competitors but your family who understood what you had gone through and would unconditionally have your back.

It was their reassuring glances, their wholehearted support, and their willingness to stand up for you that enveloped you with the strength and courage needed to finally speak up for yourself. “I would like to start off by thanking all the drivers here with me, and thank you to the journalist for that rather personal question,” you spoke clearly at your microphone, your voice emboldened by the newly found determination as you watched the journalist shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“While I do appreciate the public’s concern regarding my family issues, I would prefer to keep my personal life private. The decision to distance myself from my father to prioritize my well-being and emotional health is not something I regret doing, and it is not fair for people outside my family who don’t understand the complexities of our relationship to make assumptions on the matter.”

Taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts, you made the closing remarks to your statement, “Which is why I kindly ask for your understanding and space moving forward, to respect the privacy of not only me but everybody on the grid and allow us to deal with our personal matter privately, and ultimately create a respectful community within Formula 1.”

You looked around the room when you had finally finished speaking, meeting the eyes of your fellow drivers and the rows of reporters sitting before you. Your hands were still shaking from the nerves that pulsated through you, but a firm squeeze of Max’s hand pulled you back to the present before you could begin spiraling. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said with a gentle smile.

The media training sessions had come in handy once again, and you managed to address the situation in a graceful manner without revealing more details than you were comfortable sharing while also highlighting the importance of personal boundaries in the world of motorsports. “Thank you, y/n,” the previous female reporter nodded at you with a proud smile, glad that you put those unprofessional reporters who had no sense of boundaries back in their place.

Among the sea of cameras and eager reporters who could so easily expose the vulnerabilities of the drivers with a simple flick of their pens, some suddenly found themselves becoming the subject of such exposure, called out for their prying questions and insatiable need to twist people’s words for a click-worthy story.

It was evident that what you and the other drivers said had struck something within them as they silently began reflecting on their roles and responsibilities as reporters, and perhaps remembering the reason why they had chosen journalism in the first place – to report the factual truth to the public, or to fabricate things in exchange for views and attention?

The press conference proceeded to continue, but the shift in the atmosphere was apparent when journalists asked their questions with more sensitivity and introspection, mentioning topics that genuinely mattered instead of blindly chasing exclusive headlines. When the conference finally ended, you and all the drivers collectively exuded a breath of relief, feeling a weight being lifted off your shoulders now that the far-from-enjoyable media day was over.

As you exited the room and were away from the cameras and people, you turned around and gave your friends an appreciative smile. “Thank you all… for standing up for me.” You must have sounded like you were close to tears because Daniel began cooing at you teasingly as if he were comforting a crying child, “Aww… don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

Charles leaned forward to ruffle your hair almost like what an older brother would, and he said to you tenderly, “We’re a team, and we’ll always have your back.” You were not going to cry initially, but now you weren’t so sure. At that moment, you had felt so loved, so supported, and it made you want to hide under the covers and bawl your eyes out from the rush of emotions that crashed over you.

Your friends, understanding the depths of your emotions, gathered around to offer you their words of encouragement and gentle pats on your back. “I love you guys, really…” you whispered quietly, looking at them with such sincerity and gratitude. How lucky were you to be able to have these people as your competitors, your friends, your found family?

“Who wants to go and eat because I’m actually starving,” Lando exclaimed as he began walking in the direction of the restaurants, and a few of the drivers tailed behind him as they joined in on the rant about how hungry they were. You watched them with an overwhelming sense of fondness, and when Max reached out his hand for you to take, you gladly accepted it.

Listening to the light-hearted banter and laughs that filled the air with your best friend right next to you, you knew that this was exactly where you belonged. Not in the tiny living room with your father screaming at you, not in the classroom with the kids who didn’t understand what you had been through, not in the bedroom where you cried over your fading memories with your father, but right here – with your favourite people who would always be there to fight your battles with you.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #f1 drivers x reader

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starkwlkr · 11 months

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annoying little brothers | f1

female driver x f1 drivers (platonic) (same age as daniel so 33)

part 2 part 3

Y/N L/N BEING THE FUNNIEST DRIVER ON THE GRID

The video starts of with a press conference from the United States Grand Prix. Y/n was seated with Charles, Pierre, Daniel and Sebastian her being in the middle of all the men who she considered her brothers.

She was listening to all the questions the men were receiving from how they thought they were going to do, how’s the team doing, etc. But when a reported finally asked her a question, she completely blanked.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about my son. We were supposed to get breakfast together and he hasn’t texted me back. I haven’t seen Lando all day.” Y/‘ said making the drivers and reporters laugh.

“When did you adopt Lando? I wasn’t aware.” Daniel played along.

“2019. He was actually lost when I met him. It was during the Australian Grand Prix, his first f1 race. I found him and we did the Melbourne walk together and I’ve just kind of adopted ever since. So if any of you bully my son, I’m coming after you.” Y/n explained.

“He’s probably texting you right now saying ‘stop embarrassing me, mom!’” Sebastian went on.

“Wait, he’s over there!” Pierre spotted the Brit rushing towards their direction.

“He’s alive!” Charles cheered.

Finally, Lando arrived to their interview area with a box from a a bakery in his hand. “Sorry, I have to drop this off. We’ll get breakfast tomorrow. I got you pastries.” Lando gave Y/n the box and a hug then he was off since he was late for his interview.

“You’ve raised your son well.” The reporter joked.

“That was all me, I needed no help.”

The next clip was a fan video from 2021. Y/n had just finished her date with a guy and now she was signing autographs and taking photos with a group of girls. The girls had just finished their meals at a restaurant when they spotted the f1 driver leaving with a guy. The politely asked for a photo, which y/n was more than glad to take. Her date stepped aside to give them a moment.

“Sorry to interrupt your date.” A girl apologized for her and all her friends.

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. I’m actually nervous because I don’t know how the date went. I’m horrible at first dates so this is kinda making me less stressed.” Y/n admitted. The girls laughed as y/n signed a girls phone case.

“Has he met Lando?” Another girl asked knowing how close y/n and lando are.

“Not yet. I’m afraid that Lando might scare him off. Everyone on the grid might, especially seb. He will definitely give him one of those ‘treat her right or I will run you over’ speeches.” Y/n signed another phone case.

“Does he knows you’re famous?”

“Oh god, no! I told him I was unemployed and that a sugar daddy was giving me money. I’m surprised he still agreed to come on this date with me.” Y/n chuckled.

Months later, the guy ended up being y/n’s boyfriend. He even attended the British Grand Prix where he finally met Lando, who was actually the one to tell him to treat y/n right or he would run him over.

The next clip started off with the intro to grill the grid. The challenge was to guess the driver’s numbers, something that y/n was semi confident about.

“So we start off with my man, Danny, number three.” She wrote down on her clipboard. “Four, my son, Lando. Also ever since I met Lando I’ve been seeing the number four quite often. It’s scary actually. Can’t decide if Lando put a curse on me or not.”

“Would he do that?”

“He shouldn’t,” y/n raised her voice slightly. “Anyways, next is … oh! Seb! I don’t know why I couldn’t think of him right away. Then we have latifi at number six then kimi at seven.” She continued writing down the names.

“Nine ….Mazepin.” She fought the urge to roll her eyes since her and the driver were never on good terms.

“Ten, my favorite frenchie well one of, we treat everyone nice here, gasly.” Y/n winked at the camera. “Eleven, the mexican minister of defense, Perez. And then we have me! Thirteen!”

“Do you think Lando got your number right?”

“I don’t doubt him ever.”

“Thirteen, my mother! Everyone better get that right.” Lando pointed at the camera menacingly.

“Fourteen, Alonzo. Sixteen, Leclerc Charles. Eighteen, stroll and twenty two!” Y/n sang the number in the tune of taylor swift’s song. “Yuki! Thirty one, Esteban, my other frenchie. Thirty three, max does he have a middle name verstappen.”

“Have you noticed that you haven’t gotten any wrong yet?”

“I’m just the best, that’s why.” Y/n laughed. “Forty four, the seven time world champion, sir lewis hamilton. Fourty seven, mick mick mick. I love to say his name.”

Y/n had completely forgotten she had to be writing the names down. She was having too much fun.

“Fifty five, carlos smooth operator sainz jr. sixty three, the man with two first names, russell george.” Y/n said as she looked down at the numbers on the paper.

“Do you know his middle name?”

Y/n gasped. “Is it another first name?”

“I believe it’s William.”

“Three names!? It sounds so british.” Y/n chuckled. “Um, seventy seven valtteri, right?” Y/n saw the interviewer nod. “I was getting worried my streak would be broken. And ninety nine, antonio!”

“You got all of them!” Everyone in the room cheered.

“Did anyone else get them all?” Y/n asked.

“Daniel did.”

“Of course. He’s good with numbers.”

The next clip was from the same grill the grid video but it was a blooper. Lando had arrived right as y/n finished filming and handed her a water bottle.

“Did you get my number?” Lando asked curiously.

“Yeah, ninety five, right? Cause you’re a McQueen fan.” Y/n teased as she grabbed the bottle from lando’s hand.

“Yeah, you remembered!” Lando played along “how did she really do?” He asked.

“She got them all right.”

“Really? I’ve got a smart mother!” Lando high fived the woman.

“It’s because I’ve got a photographic memory.” Y/n nodded with the most serious face on.

“Do you really?” Lando asked. He was surprised to hear that.

“No, I just love to lie.”

The next clip started with Daniel and Lando standing next to boards with their 2022 rankings. As predicted, Daniel and Lando’s part of the interview was mostly filled with them drawing over each other’s pictures.

Daniel them knocked over Lando’s rankings to the ground. “That’s how I feel.”

“That was the worst timing ever. Y/n is walking this way.” Lando told Daniel, who immediately picked up the board.

“Are those your rankings?” Y/n asked as she approached the duo. She then noticed that the setup and quickly apologized to the camera man. “Sorry, I’m just curious now.”

“Are you proud of me?” Lando asked, standing next to her and throwing his arm over her shoulder.

“When am I not? Wait, except that time you pushed me into my birthday cake.” Y/n pinched his side. “Can I see the pen?” She asked the guys, Lando gave her his.

“She’s adding to our masterpieces. This piece will be worth millions years from now.” Daniel said.

Y/n then scribbled little stars around Lando’s head and then signed it at the top. “Actually you both look great in your pictures. Did they use photoshop?”

“Excuse me, this is all natural.”

“Y/n! Hi, hello. What’s going on here?” Martin brundle asked the woman as she walked with her mom and pr manager, Lucy.

“Martin! It’s been a while, nothing much. How are you?” Y/n hugged the former racing driver. “This is my mom, she’s been wanting to meet you.”

“Mrs. l/n, hello. Welcome, how are you?” Martin greeted the older woman.

“Great. I’m here supporting my girl. It’s been a wonderful weekend.” Y/n’s mom smiled.

“Are you aware that you have a grandson that drives for McLaren?” Martin asked making all three ladies laugh.

“Yes, Lando is a very lovely young man.”

“How does it feel to have a daughter and grandson in f1?” Martin asked in a serious tone.

“Amazing. I’m super proud of both of them.”

“Thank you ladies for your time. Have a wonderful day.” Martin smiled at them, but before he could leave, y/n gave him a hug goodbye.

“Take care, Martin!” Y/n waved to the man and left with her mom and Lucy.

“She wins everything. Give her all the trophies. Everything is hers.” Martin said to the camera.

The final clip was consisted of y/n after a race getting interviewed.

“Do you often see your father?” Someone asked from the back.

“No, actually we’re just good friends.”

“What’s your opinion on the president of the United States?” Asked the same person.

“I don’t think about him.”

“What’s going on between max verstappen and lewis hamilton?”

“I don’t know, I just work here.”

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disneyprincemuke · 3 months

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ღ this barbie is a race car driver

"did you hear who honda signed?"

"yeah, the daughter of the guy who owns the team."

"what's that about? can she even race?"

"that's what she claims, according to honda's team principal."

"i reckon they just said that cause she's the boss's daughter."

a pair of heels clicking against the polished ground makes the men huddled in a circle collectively turn their heads. the overwhelming clad of pink makes some of them raise their eyebrows: a baby pink dress peeking through her dark pink jacket.

"fans aren't allowed back here," max says hesitantly with a small smile.

"we can take a picture, if you'd like," lando grins, stepping forward. "have you got a phone on you?"

the woman tilts her head. her eyes are big as she stares at the crowd of men in front of her with her shiny lips puckered unknowingly. she furrows her eyebrows slightly, making alex suck in a deep breath.

great, another fan who will villainise them for pushing them out of a restricted area, is all alex could think.

they watch as she takes a deep breath. she perks up with a wide smile, throwing her head back dramatically. she waves her hand in the air with a laugh. "no, silly! i drive for honda," she says with a grin. "you must be lando! and, max, right?"

lando's eyebrows shoot up in shock. a small smile stretches his lips. "oh, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to–"

"it's no problem!" she giggles, scrunching her nose at lando. "we never met so that's okay!"

she introduces herself and extends her arm out to them with a grin. "congrats on all the titles!" she says to max with a smile. she turns to george with a grin. "i love the hilfiger sweater. i can't seem to find one in my size when i went shopping yesterday."

"uh," george trails off, glancing at alex briefly before looking at her again. "i can try and get you one. no promises, though."

"right," max grins. he points further into the hallway. "the driver's briefing is the last door on the right."

"of course!" she claps excitedly. "it was nice meeting you! i'll see you guys later!"

she waves at them excitedly, earning herself a chorus of dull and monotonous goodbyes and unenthusiastic waves.

alex points at her figure walking down the hall. "very barbie."

"ah, that's who she reminded me of!"

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amaranthineghost · 18 days

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NOW IM BACK IN OUR EMPTY APARTMENT, LOOKING AT THE PIECES I WISH WERE YOU ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

an imperfect relationship between world champion max verstappen and a busy college student now filled with more tension as he fails to hold his tongue after a disappointing race.

authors note: love writing for max, i might have to do it more!!!

HE DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. it snowballed into something he had imagined before but never would've expected it actually happening to him. he could normally control his temper, especially when it came to her. sure, there was a few moments that stood out in his career when he had gone over the limit on certain occasions, going as far as to push another driver, but he would always separate his home life and his career.

at least he would try to. the australian grand prix hadn't played out like he had wanted, or anyone for that matter, because no one wants their car to get fucked and have to retire. especially on the third lap, it was just embarrassing. he was struggling the entire weekend, though his spirits temporarily lifted when he had managed to get pole position. he knew he would, but after the struggles throughout the practice sessions, he hadn't been too sure.

he just wished she would've been there to see it, but she was stuck in their apartment with their cats, jimmy and sassy. she had to do her college work, that was due all too soon, before she could go running around to his races. despite being financially supported by her talented boyfriend, she wanted things to do when he wasn't around, and while school work wasn't exactly many people's cup of tea, it was hers.

she liked the possibilities that came with the experience and maybe one day, she could land a job that would put her in line with her beloved driver. sure, she loved visiting the paddock as a wag, but she would love it more from behind the scenes. of course dating a driver, she already gets to see more than the average person, but she wanted to do something worthwhile with her time in the paddock.

he understood, but he had the only condition of letting him pay for her schooling. debt wasn't fun, and he wouldn't let her fall into that burden. besides, max would love to be able to see his girl working hard in the paddock, but now he wasn‘t so sure if she was his anymore.

he was agitated, she was stressed, and they both knew they didn't mix. they should’ve just waited to see each other in person, but they were both missing each other at the time.

she watched the race on the tv in their bedroom with her laptop on her lap with her latest, big assignment due in the next few days. she was struggling, and she figured it was better to get as much time to work on it as possible so she opted out of flying to australia. still, she watched, hardly stressed, because she knew max was an amazing driver.

but come the race on sunday, his dnf shocked her. she was riddled with worry and part of her wished she had been there. maybe if she had been, this whole thing could’ve been avoided, but the stress she felt now would’ve only worsened had she been with him.

upon the smoke trailing out of his car, hearing the commentators say he had dropped positions, seeing the puff of smoke when his car rolled down the pit lane, the fire on his brake duct, she shut her laptop instantly. now she was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing the screen closely, phone on standby to call him after. she leaned her head on her hands while her elbows dug into her legs.

she watched his tense answers to the media, his uninterested attitude because she knew all he wanted to do was get to his driver's room for peace and sulking. she knew and yet she still made the mistake of calling him right after.

she hadn’t waited long for him to answer, but he didn’t answer right away. hearing no answer from his side of the phone, she spoke first.

“hey,” she spoke as gently and nicely as she could.

“hey.” his voice was short and straightforward, as if he didn’t care about anything she was going to say.

finding the right words to say was like walking on eggshells and there wasn't a lot of room to go. she just hoped she took a step in the right direction when she asked him, “how are you doing?”

“what do you think?” she sighed, biting at the inside of her cheek

“not great,” she muttered, he hummed back in response, which just made her even more unsure of her next words, “ ‘m sorry you has to retire from the race.”

“sorry doesn’t fix the car,” she heard him mumble under his breath, earning a scoff from her.

“excuse me?” her tone was like she had accused him of something, “i get you’re mad right now max, but that doesn’t mean you can be an asshole. i’m just trying to help.”

he scoffed back and she could feel the eye roll he would’ve given her, “yeah, well you're not.”

“what is wrong with you?” she stood up, anger coursing through her.

“i don’t know, maybe the fact that my race was fucked and now you’re bitching to me about my attitude.”

she hadn’t thought before speaking, in moments of high stress she just said whatever she felt, and so did he. what she felt right now was annoyance and anger, “fuck you max,” was all she could spit back, taking a deep breath being speaking again. “news flash, you’re not the only person in the world dealing with shit, it's one race that you got out on, grow up.”

with that she hung up, and he heard the dial tone from his phone, regret beginning to seep past his clothes and into his skin, his nerves, his brain. he just majorly fucked up the most important thing in his life because to him she was more important than his career points, the car, the championship, his entire career, and he just threw her aside in the height of his anger.

he tried calling back immediately after he realized what he had just done, but it had just gone straight to voicemail. when that all failed, he spammed texts, or paragraphs more like, about how sorry he was and how she didn’t deserve the attitude he gave her, but it did nothing.

she sat and watched as the texts and missed calls flooded in. while she understood he was angry, it didn’t give him the right to talk to her like that so she left her phone unanswered while she had gotten up to pack. in less than a few hours, she knew max would be back in this apartment, probably on his knees, begging for forgiveness from her. she knew she would forgive him the moment he did so she wanted to get away before he could.

it didn’t take long, she hadn’t packed her entire life away, but a single suitcase and carry-on bag was enough to last her until she decided to patch things over. taking one last look over her shoulder, one last pet of their cats before she had closed the door behind her. knocking on the apartment door of their neighbors to ask them to care for the felines like they did whenever he left for races and she went alongside him.

but in recent months, moreso in the 2023 season, she found herself attending fewer races than she used to because of the growing tension and stress between the pair. it didn't help that they didn't talk it through, they couldn't because they didn't have the time. she had college, he had formula one, and they both had no time to meet in the middle to amend whatever was broken before. whatever was broken remained as such and only cracked further as time went on and the pressure increased.

they knew they should've come together and met in the middle, but they were both petty and too stubborn. it was another reason they clashed, but they also just worked so well.

he was hoping this was going to be the one time they could've found that time to talk, to sit down and have a deep conversation that lasted hours, that they would've ended up getting side-tracked from and begun to talk about random topics, like they used to. laying on her back with her head in his lap and his fingers through her hair as they laughed at funny memories, or moments they had experienced together.

but when he came home to a quiet, empty apartment, he knew. he knew he shouldn't have hoped for something that was unlikely to happen. his cats rubbed against his legs as he walked about the apartment. dirty dishes that had yet to be washed sitting in the sink, blankets unfolded in the couch and doors left open. the air was stale without her presence and he was left to wallow in it. her absence was a sting against his skin as he kicked off his shoes, seeing a couple pairs less than what there usually was, hanging up his coat alone because hers were now gone.

everything was a reminder if how he had treated her, the words he spat like venom all because he had retired from a single race. he can't stop hearing her venomous last words to him, her tone was like he was the scum on the bottom of her shoe. he might’ve well have been because he sure felt like he was. a piece of trash for the way he spoke, granted he was angry, but he didn't have the right, he never would have the right to talk to her like that.

the floorboards creaked under him, cutting through the silence only interrupted by the sounds of his clothes brushing together as he walked. he peered into the various rooms of the house, seeing half the items she would normally have that had been left behind. pieces of her he was left to further sulk with.

it was cruel, but he understood cruel was what he deserved. he deserved seeing the messy, unmade bed that remained empty for hours after she left. covers pulled back like she had just gotten up to see him, except she hadn't.

she was gone, and he hadn't known where, or if she would even come back. he could only hope that she wished to mend their cracked and shattered relationship as much as he wanted now.

he could only hope.

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