#f1 drivers as romance tropes

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SOULMATE

Lando Norris x Reader F1 as romance tropes Masterlist

If anyone asked Lando always knew he was going to be an F1 driver. It was his dream, his destiny. Not the words imprinted on his arm.

“At least he’s an F1 driver” were the words that appeared on his 16th birthday. At first, he was ecstatic it was proof not only he had a soulmate but he achieved his dreams. It wasn’t until he’d been at McLaren for a few years the words almost haunted him seeing the other drivers meet theirs and he was still walking down the paddock alone, well almost.

“At least you’ll know immediately when you meet her, mine says “hello” that could be anyone!” His best friend Max spoke seeing the dark look in Landos eyes watching Alex and Lily.

Lando scoffed shaking it off “And she'll only care that I’m a driver not about me.” That was the problem the longer you took to meet the worse his thoughts got.

“You don’t know that, she might just think you’re stupid,” at his friends' words Lando turned to glare at him who held his hands in surrender, “You say stupid stuff sometimes”

“You’re not helping you know.” Anything else Lando wanted to say got cut off by a new visitor.

“How’s it going gents, wait Lando what’s with the murder face?” George spoke as he joined the two men, the black Mercedes race suit a stark contrast with the orange of Landos.

“Lando is pouting watching the happy couple over there.” Max's thumb jutting over his shoulder towards the Williams garage and the other British driver understood while Lando tried to look anywhere but the the man now looking at him with pity

George knew how he felt, he felt like half of himself before he met Carmen. “Carmen has a friend in town for the race Lewis and I were going to all go to dinner why don't you come along and get out of your head for a while”

“Appreciate the offer mate but I don't think being a fifth wheel sounds that fun.”

“Lewis had a last-minute meeting he can’t make it now, you should come so Y/n isn’t lonely” lies George spoke before he thought, Carmen would kill him for this.

“He would love to text him the time and place! See you later George.”

Max shoved his friend who was silently thinking of an excuse so he could go home and drown himself in his sorrows so he was ready to go for the race.

“I'm not going,” Lando spoke as soon as they were alone and started walking again towards McLaren hospitality and into his drivers' room

“No, you’re not going home to sulk this dinner will be good for you, get out and socialize.”

“I don't need to socialize I’m fine where I am” the driver huffed stuffing his clothes into his bag ignoring the look his friend was giving.

“You like George and food this seems like a win-win to me!” Max spoke trying to convince him “And maybe the friend is hot plus you need to get out of this funk it’s depressing now go home and shave that god-awful goate and make yourself presentable”

Ignoring in insult Lando swung his bag over his shoulder and caved.

“Fine I’ll go but only to get as drunk as I can on George's tab” and maybe his friends were right and an easy night out would soothe the ache in his chest.

“I am so glad you’re finally here I’ve only been begging to get you at a race for years!” Carmen exclaimed from her spot on your bed while you picked through your suitcase for something the wear.

“Well this might be my last chance to meet Lewis so I figured I'd take it.” You joked, flashing the 44 hat you brought for the race waving it like a flag as she rolled her eyes at your behavior.

“Better not wear that to the garage George might feel offended.” Carmen sang a smile on her face showing she didn’t mean it

“Listen I love George but just like with Toto Lewis is first in my heart George second.” You laughed dodging the pillow she flung at you.

“Alright come on George will be here soon we can wait downstairs.” Grabbing her bag you followed behind her making small talk as you both waited for the Mercedes to pull up

You fake gagged as George immediately jumped you to open your friends' door with a kiss. “Y/n always a pleasure good to see you again.” He said giving her a quick hug while opening the back door for her to get in the car. Returning the sentiment

“I wonder if they have any shawarma at the restaurant” your friend spoke you could hear the smile in her voice as she teased you obviously payback for your comment earlier.

“Oh wow, that joke still hasn’t gotten old.” You deadpanned making George look at the both of you in confusion not getting the inside joke of your soulmate's words.

Choosing to change the subject you felt excitement filling you the closer to your destination you got

“George I cannot thank you enough for setting this up it’s a dream come true I’ve been watching Lewis race for years!” You smiled while Carmen laughed

“She’s been geeking out over meeting Lewis” she spoke as her boyfriend’s shoulders stiffened.

“Well about that….Lewis had a meeting but don’t worry I already took care of it everything is fine and I promise I’ll introduce you tomorrow.” He rushed out white knuckling the steering wheel as you deflated, you were disappointed but it wasn’t his fault.

“Who’d you invite?” You asked before he could answer he was already parked, he turned in his seat looking back at you.

“We’ve been friends forever… I’m sure it will be fine” You would’ve had more confidence if he didn't pause and have such a nervous smile on his face

Lando who was leaned against the building next to the entrance he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally scared off a few couples from entering with his brooding. He glances up hearing a car pull up his back suddenly straightened as if he was struck by lightning when the back car door opened.

His feet moved faster than his brain as he rushed to hold a hand out helping you out of the car.

A soft smile slid across his face uncharacteristically for his recent mood, but before he could dwell on it he locked eyes with you.

Shyly taking the offered hand you got out of the car slightly shocked by the turn of events not having expected George's friend to behave like that.

“Hi, I’m Y/N nice to meet you.” You spoke looking into a pair of awestruck brown eyes. “Umm hello?”

“Lando!” George shouted when you looked around the group when the other Brit failed to respond in choice of staring

“Lando yeah I’m Lando hi.” The man rushed out then mentally kicked himself when you nodded with a smile that made his mind go black again as you walked ahead with Carmen.

“Mate, what was that?” George spoke staring at the fellow driver whose face was covered with his hands “I don't know….” He groaned.

When they entered the restaurant you and Carmen were already seated Lando ungracefully jumped to the empty seat in front of you as if someone else would take it. Huffing out a smirk when you looked up at the sudden noise.

“Y/n this is Lando he drives for McLaren we grew up karting together along with Alex,” at the mention of Alex, Lando recalled the scene from that morning at deflated back into his seat.

“Nice to meet you I haven’t met to many of the grid yet so I’m glad to have started small.” You smiled across the table, still slightly in a mood he just politely nodded back

“You went golfing with Lily a few months ago didn't you?” George asked hoping to spark Landos' interest which worked flawlessly as the man perked back up.

“You like golf? I played in a tournament with the PGA guys for Netflix”

Out of all the things he had to brag about the Netflix cup is what he chose, god, Max was right he does say stupid stuff sometimes.

“You must be pretty good.” If Lando wasn’t proud of his previous answer his next one wasn’t any better. “Oh yeah, practically just hole-in-ones.” He smiled ignoring the look from the other driver, who tried to subtly yank on his sleeve to get his attention away from the two women who were giggling at his poor attempts at impressing you.

“Anyone who’s played golf with you knows that a lie pull yourself together” George spoke his tone hushed “I’m trying I don't know what’s wrong.”

The two men straightened up as if their little conversation never happened and looked over the menus. Lando who was reading over every sentence trying to collect himself.

“What in the world what is chicken shar-sharwarma chicken shar warma.” Lando stutters out thinking it was surely a typo.

George slammed his menu down on the table and looked over at Lando with the most disappointment he had ever seen on his face.

“What did I just say to you!”

“I’m sorry it’s confusing!”

“Chicken shawarma Lando it is not hard if you can’t say it don't order it!” George barked any rebuttal Lando had gets cut off by Carmens' loud gasp. Making both men turn.

“Oh my god!”

“I know he's a muppet” George who thought she was baffled by his friend just waved it off and went to change the subject before you spoke

“At least he's an F1 driver” Lando froze at your words swearing he felt a tingle on his arm where those very words sat. “Oh my god!” Carmen squealed in excitement at what she was witnessing.

“Plus he's pretty.” You lightly spoke still in shock at finding your soulmate who whined “See why wasn’t that part on there.” Lando threw his hands in the air wishing that��s what he stared at for years.

“Wait you think I’m pretty?” He smirked snapping back into the personality he was known for. His question made a flush appear on your cheeks and Lando is sure he just fell in love harder at the sight.

“Can someone tell me what’s happening?” George demanded seeing his girlfriend tear up and you and Lando doing whatever it was you two were doing.

Lando still on a high leaned his arm on the table rolling his white button-down sleeve to his elbow revealing the words you spoke, not taking his eyes off you the entire time.

“That George, was me meeting my girl.”

The rest of the dinner passed by in a whirlwind, all you could remember was the feeling of meeting your soulmate you never thought you’d say this but you’re glad Lewis had a work obligation or you wouldn’t be walking down the paddock hand and hand with Lando a brand new McLaren hat on your head.

“I’m still upset you threw my hat across the room.” Your words did little to dim the smile on his face, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry love, would a first-place trophy make it better?” He boasted feeling as if he was on top of the world with you by his side.

“Oh big ambitions today, huh, feeling good?”

“With you here, babe I'll be unstoppable, and once I win you have to throw out that dreadful hat I’m the only British driver allowed in your heart now.” He declared, his hand sliding down your arm to grab yours. Pulling you to a stop outside his garage.

“There’s the happy couple!” A new voice shouted from the sea of papaya. Max ran out, making Lando roll his eyes and you smile. You spent the last two days glued to each other so you knew all about his best friend.

“Finally so nice to meet you thank you for showing up and fixing this muppet!”

“I wasn’t a muppet, you muppet!”

“It’s very nice to meet you as well Max.” You interrupted the two before they could get started on the back and forth. Landos attention switching as you spoke threw his arm over your shoulder, a smug expression on his face getting to show you off.

“I know what lover boys words were but what was yours?” Max ashed almost bouncing on his feet in excitement. Lando groans immediately holding his head in your neck.

Rubbing your hand through his curls knowing this was going to be rough on him, you showed Max your other arm. “Mate you wonder why I said she probably thought you were stupid!”

Lando felt your head nodding in agreement making his shoot up to pout at you. “I’m sorry but come on it wasn’t your best moment neither was spilling wine all over the table.”

“He spilled wine! Come tell me everything.” Max gasped, pulling you away from Lando lacing your arm with his leading you down the paddock. Leaving the driver to trail behind the two.

A year later.

A hand came into your view as the car door swung open revealing your fiancé.

“For old times sake huh?” you teased refusing to the time he nearly tripped over himself to get to your door the night you met. Lando fondly rolled his eyes. “You act like I don't always get the door for you.” He bowed exaggeratedly pulling the large glass door open leading to the restaurant.

“Like how you acted like you were a golf expert?” Lando's jaw drooped in mock offense before collecting himself pulling you closer to whisper in your ear.

“Got a hole-in-one with you though didn't I?” You giggled hitting his chest as you reached the table. Lando left to greet George while you sat with Carmen and caught up.

Eventually, the men joined you both again, you only noticed when your chair was dragged to your right until you were pressed against Landos side, who held a menu for you to share. You smiled at his determination to keep you close.

Squeezing your arm which you now knew as his ‘watch this’ motion he winked.

“I think I’ll have the chicken shaworma chicken shar warma!”

“Mate not again!” George groaned while Lando laughed in mirth. Looking around the restaurant hasn’t changed a bit since the last time you were here and yet your entire life had, you now travel with your best friend around the world, and most importantly, found your soulmate

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misunderstood hero with a heart of gold - mv1

summary: max verstappen has never been one to read books, but everything changes when he comes across a pretty booktuber who describes him better than anyone else did before

word count: 8.2k + social media posts

folkie radio: another one of my babies finally sees the light of day 🥹 this fic is really special and i was lowkey gatekeeping it but i feel ready to share it, plss take care of it <3 i hope you like it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Max Verstappen was bored.

It was late and he was alone in his hotel room. He had a race the following day and he knew better than staying up late. His team was already on his ass for sim racing at ungodly hours of the night when he had a race, but nevertheless, he was bored and not sleepy yet.

He scrolled through his phone, not really paying attention to what popped up on his Instagram feed, Tiktok for you page or Twitter timeline.

After a few minutes, his finger landed on the YouTube app, one that he barely used if he was completely honest, but for some reason he never deleted it.

A bunch of videos showed up on his main page, most of them about F1, gaming, fitness or cats. He scrolled through the thumbnails absentmindedly until one title caught his eye: "Formula 1 Drivers as Romance Book Character Tropes."

Max had no idea how that video ended up in his suggestions page. He wasn't much of a reader—he had only read two books in his entire life, for crying out loud— but curiosity got the better of him. He clicked on the video.

The screen shifted to a bright and lively setup, where a young woman with vibrant energy and a contagious smile greeted her viewers. "Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel. Today, we have a fun video where I'll be pairing Formula 1 drivers with romance book tropes!"

Max found himself smiling for some reason, he thought she was really engaging and funny — and really pretty—. He leaned back against his pillows, more intrigued by the second.

"As some of you might already know, books are not my only passion, I'm also a huge Formula 1 fan since I was a little kid thanks to my dad, so I thought it would be fun to do a little crossover of my two obsessions."

Max grinned again, finding himself oddly invested in this unexpected combination of romance literature and Formula 1. Or maybe just mesmerized by the pretty girl who was talking on his screen.

"Let's begin with Mercedes," she said, clapping her hands together, "Lewis Hamilton is definitely our 'Charming Prince Charming.' He's got the looks, the talent, and that air of royalty about him."

Max chuckled, thinking it was a fitting description for his rival.

"Now for George Russell," she continued, "I'm going with 'The Boy Next Door Who Grew Up Hot.' I mean, have you seen his glow-up?"

Max chuckled again, nodding in agreement. George had indeed transformed quite a bit since his Williams days.

"Moving on to Ferrari," she continued enthusiastically. Max wondered if that was her favorite team on the grid, "Charles Leclerc is our classic 'Childhood Best Friend You've Always Had a Crush On.' He's got that sweet, familiar charm, but with a spark that makes your heart race every time you see him."

Max raised an eyebrow, surprised by the change in description. He had to admit, it fit Charles quite well.

"And for Carlos Sainz," she paused dramatically, "he's either our 'Older Brother's Best Friend' or the 'Bad Guy Who's Mean to Everyone but His Sweetheart', just think about it, he's got that rugged exterior, but you just know he's a total sweetheart deep down."

Max laughed, realizing she had Carlos pegged perfectly. He watched with growing interest as she continued.

"Now, let's talk about McLaren," she said with a sparkle in her eye. "Lando Norris is our 'Adorkable Comedian Who Steals Your Heart.' He's funny, relatable, and has a way of making you fall for him before you even realize it," Max grinned at the description of his good friend, "And Oscar Piastri... he's 'The Shy Genius.' Quiet, reserved, but incredibly talented and intelligent. He might not be the loudest in the room, but he's someone you'd definitely want on your side."

Max nodded in agreement, thinking of how Oscar had impressed everyone since joining McLaren. She continued pairing each driver with a character trope, she described Daniel as the "Life of the Party with a Sensitive Soul," highlighting his infectious energy and hidden depths. Pierre was dubbed the "Resilient Underdog," emphasizing his ability to bounce back from setbacks. Yuki was described as the "Fiery Spitfire with a Soft Center" and Logan was labeled the "Rookie with Untapped Potential," suggesting a character arc of growth and discovery.

With each driver's description, Max's anticipation grew. He found himself eagerly awaiting his own characterization, both curious and slightly apprehensive about how the pretty girl with an obsession with books and Formula 1 would describe him.

When she finally got to Red Bull, he sat up a little straighter, his interest piqued.

"Now for Sergio Perez," she said, "he's our 'Loyal Wingman Who Deserves His Own Happy Ending.' Always there to support, but with a story of his own waiting to be told."

Max nodded, thinking it was a pretty accurate description of his teammate.

"And finally, saved the best for last," she said, her eyes twinkling, "we have Max Verstappen."

Max held his breath, oddly nervous about how this stranger would categorize him.

"Max is our 'Misunderstood Hero with a Heart of Gold,'" she said with a warm smile. "Often perceived as cold or distant, but actually deeply caring and protective of those close to him. He's the type who shows his love through actions rather than words."

Max felt his cheeks warm significantly. This description caught him completely off guard. It wasn't the usual 'aggressive driver' or 'arrogant champion' narrative he was used to hearing. Instead, it felt... true. Uncomfortably true. He wasn't sure how to feel about being seen so accurately by a stranger.

As the video ended after she said her goodbyes, Max found himself staring at his phone screen, replaying her words in his mind, his thumb hovering over the comment section. He had never left a comment on a YouTube video before, but something about this one compelled him to break that habit.

After a moment's hesitation, he tapped the comment box and began typing, Once he was done, he paused, reading over his words. It felt strange, almost vulnerable, to acknowledge her characterization of him. But there was also something liberating about it. He added a thumbs-up emoji at the end and hit 'Post' before he could second-guess himself.

As Max set his phone down and settled into bed, a small smile played on his lips. He had a important race the following day, but all he wanted to think and dream about was the pretty stranger who had somehow seen through his carefully crafted public persona.

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f1gossip “I went to bed early last night. Just listened to the team’s orders, you know?”

Max Verstappen for media day today, however he left a comment on a YouTube video around 2:46 am 😭

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username1 HES SOOOOO

username2 the fact that he left a comment on a BOOKTUBER’S channel MAX VERSTAPPEN YOU DONT EVEN READ BOOKS 😭

username3 he looks so pretty tho

username4 MAX WE ALL SAW YOU

username5 max was actually checking which romance trope is him according to booktubers

username6 HES SO RANDOM

username7 max’s search history: lestappen as fictional couples

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ynreadsbooks in honor of max verstappen x3 world champion commenting on my latest video (which is insane to say out loud wtf) should i do another f1 themed video?? any suggestions?

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username1 YES QUEEN

username2 that max comment was so random but so real

username3 max verstappen, the man who has read two books in 27 years watching booktubers was not on my bingo card

username4 @/maxverstappen1 you favorite youtuber will do another video about you

username5 BOOKS WITH RACING THEMES

username6 books inspired by f1 circuits would be fun

username7 @/maxverstappen drop a suggestion

maxverstappen1 started following ynreadsbooks

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f1gossip Max Verstappen was seen outside of a bookshop in Monaco today !

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username2 max ??? bookshop ????

username3 WHAT SHIFTED

username4 he thought it was jimmyz

username5 HEELPP what is he doing there

username6 hello i work there. he arrived with a list of books in hand that he wanted, he bought around 15 action and fantasy books

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↳ username2 max said book girl summer

↳ username3 this is so random

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If someone had told Max that this year he would spend his summer break reading, he would've laughed at their faces. Yet here he was, lounging by the pool in his Monaco house, a book in his hands and a smile on his face.

As he turned the page of "The Martian," the latest sci-fi recommendation from YN, Max couldn't help but reflect on how different this summer break was.

Usually, his days off were filled with lavish yacht parties, exclusive clubs, or intense training sessions and hours of sim racing to stay sharp for the second half of the season. But now, he found himself eagerly devouring books and spending hours chatting with YN about plots, characters, and everything in between.

As the weeks passed, Max found himself growing increasingly close to YN, despite never having met her in person. Their text conversations flowed effortlessly, ranging from in-depth discussions about the books they were reading to playful banter about racing and life in general.

Max was surprised by how much he enjoyed her company, even in this digital form. Her wit, intelligence, and genuine interest in his thoughts beyond his racing persona were refreshing. He found himself sharing things he rarely discussed with others, and looking forward to her messages became a highlight of his day.

He also thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

As if on cue, his phone buzzed with a new message from her.

Max chuckled, about to reply when he heard the doorbell. He remembered Lando and Daniel were coming over for dinner. As he got up to let them in, he quickly typed a response, telling her that he would talk to her later.

"Well, well, well," Daniel's voice boomed as Max opened the door. "If it isn't the newly minted bookworm of Formula 1!"

Lando peered around Daniel's shoulder, "I half expected to find you wearing glasses and a sweater vest, mate."

"Very funny, guys. Come in," Max rolled his eyes as he stepped away from the door.

Ever since his friends noticed his brand new habit, they took it upon themselves to tease him whenever they could. As they made their way to the backyard, Daniel spotted the book on the lounger.

"The Martian?" he read, picking it up. "Isn't this a bit advanced for your reading level, Maxy?"

"Ha ha," Max deadpanned, snatching the book back. "It's actually really good. It's about this astronaut who gets stranded on Mars and has to use science and engineering to survive-"

"Whoa, whoa," Lando interrupted, holding up his hands. "Who are you and what have you done with Max Verstappen?"

Daniel draped an arm around Max's shoulders. "I think our boy here is trying to impress a certain bookish YouTuber. What was her name again? YN?"

Max felt his cheeks warm. "It's not like that. We just... talk about books and stuff."

"And stuff," Daniel repeated, wiggling his eyebrows. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

Max rolled his eyes, trying to brush off their teasing. "Seriously, it's not like that. We just have a lot in common."

Daniel and Lando exchanged knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

"Sure, mate," Daniel said, patting Max on the back. "Whatever you say."

They settled by the pool, beers in hand, and started chatting about the upcoming races and their plans for the rest of the summer. Despite the playful ribbing, Max found himself genuinely enjoying their company. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed his friends.

As the evening wore on, the conversation eventually circled back to Max's books and his little friend on his phone.

"So, Max," Lando started, a mischievous glint in his eye, "have you color-coded your bookshelf yet? Or are you more of a chronological order kind of guy?"

"Nah, mate. I bet he organizes them by how many times YN has mentioned them," Daniel chimed in, "Top shelf is probably her favorites, right Maxy?"

Max felt his cheeks flush, but he couldn't help grinning. "You two are impossible."

"When are you finally going to meet her in person anyway?" Lando said, sipping from his beer.

Max shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the slight flutter in his chest. "I don't know. That's not something I've really thought about,"

He lied. In truth, the thought of meeting YN had crossed his mind countless times. The idea of finally seeing the girl who had captivated him with her intelligence, humor, and beauty made his heart race. He'd catch himself daydreaming about her smile, wondering if it was as warm and infectious in person as it seemed in her videos. But he wasn't ready to admit that to his friends just yet.

Lando and Daniel exchanged a look, clearly not buying Max's nonchalant act.

"Oh come on," Lando scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You expect us to believe that? You've been glued to your phone for weeks, mate."

"I bet he's already planned their first date," Daniel leaned in, "What'll it be, Max? A romantic book reading by candlelight? Or maybe a visit to the library?"

Max felt his cheeks heating up again. "It's not like that, guys. We're just friends."

"Friends who talk every day and have you blushing like a schoolgirl," Lando teased, nudging Max with his elbow.

"I do not blush like a schoolgirl," Max protested, knowing full well that his face was probably bright red by now.

"Sure, sure," Daniel said with a wink. "Just friends. So, have you at least thought about inviting her to a race? You know, show her what you do when you're not reading about Mars?"

"Why would I invite her to a race, that would be weird," Max protested again, "And she already knows what I do, she's a fan of the sport."

"Man, you're so stubborn sometimes," Lando rolled his eyes at him, "If you like this girl, why don't you invite her to a race? It could be a great way to finally meet in person."

"And who said that I liked her," once again, Max's defensive self came through.

Daniel and Lando shared an exasperated look before turning back to Max.

"Come on, mate," Daniel said, his tone gentler now. "It's pretty obvious. We've never seen you this invested in someone before. Not to mention, you're reading books voluntarily for the first time since... well, ever."

"It's written all over your face," Lando said, shaking his head. "You like her, and there's no shame in that. You light up every time your phone buzzes. It's kind of adorable, actually."

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew his friends were right, but admitting it out loud felt like a big step. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do like her. But it's complicated, you know? We've never even met in person."

"That's exactly why you should invite her to a race," Lando insisted. "It's the perfect opportunity. She gets to see you in your element, and you get to finally meet face-to-face."

"Plus," Daniel added with a mischievous grin, "if things go well, you can always show her your trophy collection. I hear that's a great way to impress the ladies."

Max couldn't help but laugh at that. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Maybe," Daniel shrugged, "but I'm also right. What have you got to lose?"

Max pondered this for a moment. The idea of meeting YN in person both thrilled and terrified him. What if they didn't click in real life the way they did over text? But then again, what if they did?

"I'll think about it," Max finally conceded.

Lando and Daniel exchanged triumphant grins.

"That's our boy," Lando said, patting his back.

After a few more beers and food, Lando and Daniel left.

As the night deepened, Max found himself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The conversation with Lando and Daniel kept replaying in his mind. His phone sat on the nightstand, silent but somehow still demanding his attention.

Max's thoughts raced. Should he text YN? Invite her to Zandvoort? The idea made his heart beat faster. He imagined seeing her in person for the first time, wondering if her smile would be as pretty as it was in her videos. But doubt crept in too. What if things were awkward? What if the chemistry they had online didn't translate to real life?

He rolled onto his side, eyeing his phone. The urge to reach out to her was strong, as it always was. Max realized that Lando and Daniel were right - he did like her. A lot. The thought of meeting her filled him with equal parts excitement and nervousness.

Taking a deep breath, Max grabbed his phone. Before he could overthink it, he started typing.

Hey YN, hope I'm not messaging too late. I was wondering if you'd like to come to the Dutch GP at Zandvoort? It's the first race after the summer break, and my home race. Thought it might be fun if you could make it.

He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The wait for her response felt eternal. When his phone finally buzzed, Max's heart leapt.

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username5 ahh if she’s going to the gp i’ll be so happy bc she’s a huge fan

username6 the way roles reversed and now max is his fan 😭

redbullracing We can’t wait 💙

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As Max headed to Zandvoort Circuit for the Dutch Grand Prix, he felt the familiar weight of expectations settling on his shoulders.

The second half of the season loomed ahead, and the pressure to maintain his championship lead was on. He knew the team was counting on him to deliver strong results, especially at his home race where the orange-clad fans would be out in full force.

But amidst the pressure and responsibility, there was another emotion bubbling up inside him - a giddy excitement that he couldn't quite contain.

The thought of finally meeting YN in person after months of texts, calls, and shared book recommendations made his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with driving at a car at a very fast speed.

As he drove to the track, Max found himself smiling at random moments, his mind drifting to imagine what it would be like to see her smile in person, to hear her laugh without the filter of a phone call.

Max realized that for the first time in a long while, he was looking forward to a race weekend for reasons that extended beyond the track.

Unfortunately, his busy schedule kept them from meeting right away. Media commitments, team briefings, and practice sessions consumed his time, leaving him feeling frustrated and guilty for not being able to see her sooner. He sent her a quick message apologizing for the delay, promising they'd meet after qualifying.

As he made his way to the garage, a familiar voice called out behind him.

"Oi, Max! Ready for the big day?"

Max turned to see Daniel jogging up to him, his trademark grin in place.

"Yeah, should be a good quali," Max replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't talking about qualifying, mate. Your special guest arrives today, right?"

Max felt his cheeks warm. "How did you even remember that?"

"Please," Daniel scoffed. "It's all you've been talking about for weeks. So, have you met her yet?"

"No, my schedule's been packed. We're supposed to meet after quali."

"Ah, saving the best for last, eh?" Daniel's grin widened, "Smart move. Nothing like the adrenaline of a good qualifying session to make a great first impression."

"Or to completely mess it up," Max muttered.

"Hey, none of that," Daniel clapped him on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. Just be yourself. She already likes you for who you are, remember?"

Max nodded, feeling a bit reassured. "Thanks, Dan."

With a deep breath, Max headed into the garage, Daniel's words echoing in his mind.

Qualifying went smoothly, with Max securing a front row start to the delight of the Dutch fans. The cheers of the home crowd were deafening as he climbed out of the car, but his mind was elsewhere.

After the post-qualifying interviews, Max sent YN a quick text letting her know that he was free now and she let him know that she was around the hospitality area.

As he walked towards there, Max spotted YN standing near one of the motorhomes, looking around with wide eyes. She hadn't seen him yet, and for a moment, Max just watched her, taking in the sight of the girl who had been on his mind for months now.

She was even more gorgeous in person than he had imagined.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the bustling paddock around her. The way the sunlight caught her hair, the gentle curve of her smile as she observed everything with wonder - it all took Max's breath away.

He noticed little details he couldn't have seen through a screen: the way her eyes sparkled, the subtle freckles across her nose, the graceful way she moved as she looked around.

Taking a deep breath, Max walked over, his heart pounding. "YN?"

She turned, her face lighting up with a radiant smile that made Max's breath catch. "Max! Finally!"

They moved toward each other, and without hesitation, Max pulled her into a hug. The embrace felt natural, as if they'd done this a hundred times before. He was aware of how perfectly she fit in his arms, the subtle scent of her perfume, and the warmth of her body against his.

"It's so good to finally meet you," he murmured into her hair. "I'm so sorry it took so long, this weekend's been crazy."

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with understanding in her eyes. "It's okay, Max. That qualifying was amazing! I've never experienced anything like it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Come on, let me show you around."

He took her hand and he was struck by how natural it felt. Her fingers intertwined with his perfectly, and a warm sensation spread from their joined hands throughout his body.

They strolled through the paddock, Max pointing out the various team motorhomes, the garages, and the media center. YN was all wide-eyed fascination, asking questions and soaking in every detail. As they walked, Max found himself relaxing more and more, his previous nerves about their chemistry being gone fading away.

As they rounded a corner, they nearly bumped into Lando Norris. Who couldn't help but smirk at the sight of their hands intertwined.

"You guys met already!" he cheerfully said, "You must be YN."

Her cheeks flushed, clearly surprised that Max had mentioned her to his friends. Max felt a warmth spread through his chest at her reaction.

"Yeah, this is YN," Max said, unable to keep the smile off his face, "Meet Lando, the perpetual pain in my ass."

"Nice to finally meet the girl who's got Max reading," YN laughed, and Lando extended his hand, "Quite the accomplishment."

"Nice to meet you too, Lando," YN said, shaking his hand. "I've enjoyed watching you race, I'm a big fan. Congrats on the pole position."

"Cheers," Lando replied, then turned to Max with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, has he bored you with car talk yet, or has he actually remembered how to discuss books?"

Max rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Shouldn't you be preparing for tomorrow, Lando?"

"Alright, alright, I can take a hint," Lando chuckled. "Enjoy your tour, lovebirds!"

As Lando walked away, Max felt a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. He glanced at YN, relieved to see her smiling.

"Sorry about him," Max said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Lando has a way of making everything awkward."

YN laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. "It's fine. He seems like fun."

They continued their walk, finally making their way to the rooftop terrace of the Red Bull hospitality area. The view was stunning, offering a panoramic look at the circuit and the sea of orange-clad fans below.

"This is incredible," YN said, leaning against the railing and taking it all in. "Thank you for showing me around, Max."

"Of course," Max said, standing beside her. "I'm really glad you could come."

They stood there for a moment, enjoying the view and each other's company. Max felt a sense of contentment wash over him, the stress of the weekend melting away in her presence.

"Max," YN said softly, turning to face him. "I know this weekend is important for you, and I don't want to be a distraction. But I'm really happy to be here and to finally meet you."

"You're not a distraction," Max replied, reaching out to take her hand again. "You're the best part of this weekend, honestly."

They shared a smile, Max was well aware of the butterflies that fluttered on his stomach and the high school girl blush his friends teased him about, but he didn't care. He felt happy with the pretty girl who had been his source of comfort for months, finally face to face.

"You know," YN said softly, "when I made that video calling you a misunderstood hero with a heart of gold, I never imagined I'd get to see it firsthand. But being here, seeing how you are with your team, with the fans… I was right about you, Max Verstappen."

Max felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. He had always been guarded about his public image, but hearing her perspective meant more than he could ever imagine.

"I'm glad you think so," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You know, that video... it changed things for me. Not just because it led to us talking, but because it made me reflect on a lot of things."

"Who would've thought," YN said with a smile, "When I recorded that video, I never thought you would ever see it, let alone have an impact on you and let alone lead us to talking and me being here."

"Everything happens for a reason, right?"

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When it came time for YN to leave the Netherlands, Max insisted on driving her to the airport himself. The car ride was filled with comfortable silence and soft conversation, both of them trying to stretch out their remaining time together.

Despite their short time together, Max found himself completely smitten, captivated by YN's intelligence, humor, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about books or reacted to the thrill of the race.

He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was head over heels for her.

As they stood in the departure terminal, Max felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. He hesitated, his heart racing, but ultimately settled for a long, warm hug, breathing in her scent and committing it to memory. As he watched her walk through security, he already found himself missing her presence.

Now, a week later, Max was in Monza for the Italian Grand Prix. The day had been busy with media commitments and team meetings. Finally back in the quiet of his motorhome, Max flopped onto the couch, feeling drained but content. Without thinking, he reached for his phone and hit the FaceTime button next to YN's name.

Her smiling face appeared on the screen, and Max felt an immediate surge of warmth.

"Hey, you," she said, her voice soft and welcoming even through the phone's speakers.

"Hey," Max replied, unable to keep the grin off his face. "How's your day been?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Editing videos, reading, missing the excitement of the paddock," YN teased. "How about you? Surviving the media circus?"

"Barely," Max groaned dramatically, "I swear, if I have to answer one more question about RedBull and their big mess, I might go mad."

YN laughed, the sound making Max's heart skip a beat. "Poor Max. Whatever shall we do to take your mind off your beloved team?"

"Well," Max said, shifting to get more comfortable, "I've been reading that new sci-fi book you recommended. 'The Martian-like Odyssey to Titan,' or whatever it's called."

"'Project Hail Mary,'" she corrected, "And? What do you think so far?"

"It's incredible!" Max's eyes lit up, "I mean, the science is fascinating, and the way the main character problem-solves is just... I don't know, it reminds me a bit of what we do in racing, you know? Constantly adapting, finding solutions on the fly."

"That's exactly why I thought you'd like it! The way Andy Weir writes about scientific problem-solving is so engaging."

They dove into an animated discussion about the book, Max marveling at how easily conversation flowed between them, how YN's passion for books was infectious. As they talked, a thought that had been brewing in Max's mind for days suddenly surfaced.

"YN," Max said, his voice softer than before. "There's actually something I've been wanting to ask you."

"Oh? What is it, Max?" she tilted her head, curiosity evident in her expression.

Max took a deep breath, suddenly feeling like he was about to qualify for a crucial race. "Well, I was wondering... have you ever been to Monaco?"

"No, actually, I haven't," YN's eyebrows raised in surprise, "It's always been on my travel wish list, though. Why do you ask?"

Max felt his heart rate pick up. He'd rehearsed this moment in his head countless times over the past few days, but now that it was here, he found himself fumbling for words.

"Well, you see, I have a two-week break coming up before the Baku GP, and I was thinking... maybe... if you're free, of course, and if you'd like to... you could come visit me in Monaco?"

The words tumbled out faster than he intended, and Max felt a blush creeping up his neck. He watched YN's face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. His mind raced with possibilities - what if she said no? What if this was too forward?

YN's eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. "Oh, Max, that's... wow. That's really sweet of you to offer."

Max, sensing a hint of hesitation, quickly added, "You could stay at my place. I have plenty of room, and it would be great to have you around. Plus I have two adorable cats that I'm sure you'd love."

YN's expression softened, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in her eyes. "That sounds amazing, Max. But… are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose on your personal space or your time off."

Truth was, Max wanted to spent every free moment he had with her, but he wasn't sure how to let her know without sounding too forward or like a creep, so he just pressed on.

"You wouldn't be imposing at all, I promise. I really want us to spend more time together, away from the craziness of the race weekends. And I'd love to show you around Monaco."

He watched as YN bit her lip, considering his offer. The silence stretched for a moment, and Max found himself holding his breath.

"If you're not comfortable staying at my place," he added quickly, "I could book you a hotel room, or there are some great Airbnbs with amazing views of the harbor. Whatever makes you feel most at ease. I just… I really want to see you again."

As he spoke, Max realized just how true his words were. The thought of having YN in his space, sharing meals, exploring the city together - it filled him with a warmth he couldn't quite describe. It was more than just attraction; there was a comfort in her presence that he craved.

YN smiled, a warm look in her eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"I do. Look, I know it might seem like a big ask, but I just... I can't stop thinking about how much fun we have together. And Monaco is beautiful this time of year. We could go for drives along the coast, have dinner at some amazing restaurants, or just relax by the pool if you prefer. No pressure, just... us. And well, the cats."

Max held his breath, waiting for her response. The thought of having YN in Monaco, of being able to spend uninterrupted time with her away from the pressures of the race weekend, made his heart soar. He imagined showing her his favorite spots in the city, maybe taking her out on his boat, or just lounging by the pool and talking for hours.

"Alright, Verstappen, you've convinced me. But I have one condition."

"Name it." Max grinned, relief and excitement washing over him.

"If I'm staying at your place, you have to let me cook my infamous waffles for breakfast. They're a secret family recipe, and I guarantee they'll be the best you've ever tasted."

"Deal," Max's smile widened, a burst of joy exploding in his chest. "But I warn you, I take my waffles very seriously. They better live up to the hype."

"Oh, they will. And I can't wait to meet the cats."

As they continued to chat and make plans for YN's visit, Max felt a warmth spreading through his chest. The prospect of having YN in his home, of waking up and knowing she was just in the next room, of being able to spend lazy mornings together over homemade waffles - it all seemed almost too good to be true.

He found himself imagining what it would be like to have her there. Would she curl up on his couch with a book? Would they watch the sunset from his terrace? Would he finally get the courage to kiss her?

The thought made his heart race. He remembered the moment at the airport when he had wanted so badly to kiss her goodbye. This time, he promised himself, he wouldn't let the opportunity pass by.

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The day of YN's arrival in Monaco had finally come, and Max felt like a giddy teenager preparing for his first date.

In the days leading up to YN's visit, Max had found himself unusually preoccupied with preparations. He wanted everything to be perfect for YN's stay. He'd bought new sheets for the guest bedroom, making sure they were the softest he could find. He'd stocked the fridge with an array of foods, unsure of her preferences but making sure to have options. He'd even gone so far as to buy a small collection of books he thought she might enjoy, arranging them carefully on the nightstand in her room.

The morning of her arrival, Max woke up early, his stomach a knot of excitement and nerves. He double-checked everything one last time - fresh towels in the bathroom, extra toiletries in case she forgot anything, a vase of fresh flowers on the kitchen counter to brighten up the space. He felt almost silly with how much effort he was putting in, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted everything to be perfect for the girl he was smitten with.

As the time to leave for the airport approached, Max found himself pacing, checking his watch every few minutes. He'd planned the route to the airport meticulously, factoring in potential traffic to make sure he'd be there in plenty of time. Just as he was about to grab his keys and head out, the doorbell rang.

Confused, Max paused. He wasn't expecting anyone - he'd made sure to clear his schedule completely for YN's visit. Frowning slightly, he opened the door to find Lando standing there, a wide grin on his face.

"Lando? What are you doing here?" Max asked, glancing at his watch.

"What, can't a mate drop by for a visit?" Lando replied, trying to peer past Max into the apartment. "Thought we could hang out, maybe play some FIFA."

Max shifted awkwardly, blocking the doorway. "Lando, mate, I'm actually just about to head out. I can't hang out right now."

"Oh, come on," Lando's grin faltered slightly, "Just for a bit? We haven't had a proper catch-up in ages."

"I'm sorry, I really can't," Max insisted, glancing at his watch nervously. "I have to pick up a friend from the airport."

Lando's eyes narrowed suspiciously, a mischievous glint appearing. "A friend, huh? Is it that your book dream girl? You're flying her out over here?"

Max felt his face heat up, a blush creeping up his neck. He tried to deny it, but his reaction gave him away.

"It is! Oh man, this is brilliant," Lando's eyes widened in delight, "Max Verstappen, blushing like a schoolboy over a girl."

"Shut up," Max grumbled, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. He couldn't help but smile.

"So, YN is finally gracing Monaco with her presence," Lando teased. "No wonder you've been so distracted lately. When do I get to hang out with her?"

"You don't," Max rolled his eyes, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go."

"Alright, alright," Lando stepped aside, still grinning. "But I want details later, yeah? And tell YN I said hi."

Max waved him off, hurrying to his car. Despite Lando's teasing, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. The excitement was bubbling up inside him again as he drove to the airport.

As he parked and made his way to the arrivals area, Max felt his nerves almost making him want to throw up. He found himself fidgeting, alternating between pacing and sitting, his eyes glued to the arrivals board.

Finally, he saw that YN's flight had landed. His heart rate picked up as he watched the doors, scanning the crowd for her familiar face. And then, suddenly, there she was.

YN emerged from the arrivals gate, looking a bit tired from the journey but still radiant. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and when they landed on Max, her face lit up with a brilliant smile.

Max felt his breath catch in his throat. He raised his hand in a small wave, a grin spreading across his face as he walked towards her.

"Hey, Max," she said as she reached him, her voice warm and slightly breathless.

"Hey," he replied, suddenly feeling shy. "How was your flight?"

Without thinking, he pulled her into a hug. As he wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair, he felt a sense of rightness wash over him. It was as if all the pieces were falling into place.

"It was good, just long," she hugged him back tightly. "I'm so glad to be here though."

As they pulled apart, Max found himself reluctant to let go completely. He kept one hand on her back as he reached for her suitcase with the other. "Here, let me get that for you."

"Always the gentleman," YN teased, but her smile was soft and appreciative.

As they walked towards the exit, Max found himself stealing glances at her, still hardly believing she was really here. "So, um, I thought we could grab some lunch if you're hungry? Or if you're tired, we can head straight to my place so you can rest."

YN considered for a moment. "Lunch sounds great, actually. I'm starving, and I'm too excited to sleep just yet. I want to see Monaco."

Max chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at her enthusiasm. "Lunch it is then. I know just the place – it has a great view of the harbor."

As they made their way to Max's car, chatting easily about YN's flight and Max's plans for her visit, Max felt a sense of contentment he hadn't experienced in a long time. The nervousness from earlier had melted away, replaced by pure happiness.

Loading YN's suitcase into the trunk, Max caught her eye and smiled. "I'm really glad you're here, YN."

She returned his smile, her eyes sparkling. "Me too, Max. Me too."

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Three days had passed since YN's arrival in Monaco, and Max couldn't remember a time when he'd been happier.

True to her word, YN had cooked her infamous waffles for breakfast on the second morning of her stay. As Max had taken his first bite, his eyes had widened in surprise and delight. The waffles were light and crispy on the outside, yet fluffy on the inside, with a perfect balance of sweetness and a hint of vanilla. He'd declared them the best he'd ever tasted, earning a proud smile from her.

The days that followed had been filled with laughter, conversation, and exploration. They'd spent hours by Max's pool, talking about everything and nothing. YN would often bring a book, reading aloud passages that she found particularly interesting or amusing, while Max listened, content to hear her voice and watch the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about something she loved.

They'd explored Monaco together, with Max showing YN his favorite spots and discovering new ones together. He'd taken her to the Monte Carlo Casino, where they'd marveled at the architecture and people-watched. They'd strolled through the streets of Monaco-Ville, the old town, where YN had been enchanted by the colorful buildings. They'd even spent an afternoon at the Oceanographic Museum, where YN's enthusiasm for learning had been infectious, and Max had found himself just as excited as she was about the marine life exhibits.

Throughout it all, Max felt himself falling deeper for her. It wasn't just her beauty or her intelligence that captivated him, but the way she saw the world. Her curiosity, her kindness, her ability to find joy in the smallest things - it all made Max see his surroundings through new eyes. He found himself noticing details he'd never paid attention to before, appreciating moments he might have otherwise overlooked.

What struck Max most was how easy and right it all felt. There was no pressure, no awkwardness. Being with YN was as natural as breathing. They could talk for hours without running out of things to say, but they were also comfortable in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

As they returned from another long day of exploring the city, both Max and YN retreated to their respective rooms to change into more comfortable clothing. Max opted for a soft t-shirt and sweatpants, relishing the feeling of being relaxed and at ease in his own home.

When he emerged from his room, he found YN already settled on his couch, her legs tucked under her, a book in her hands and one of his cats curling beside her. She was wearing one the t-shirt she picked the night she arrived when she realized she forgot to pack pajamas. It was too big for her frame but Max felt like melting knowing she was wearing his shirt.

The sight made Max's heart skip a beat. There was something so intimate and domestic about the scene - YN looking completely at home in his space, in his clothes, absorbed in a book as if she'd always been there.

Max couldn't help but smile, a warmth spreading through his chest. He found himself wanting this view in his life every day - coming home to find YN there, comfortable and content. The thought both thrilled and terrified him. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, never wanted to intertwine his life so completely with another person's.

YN looked up from her book, catching Max's gaze. Her lips curved into a soft smile. "Hey. Want to join me?"

Without hesitation, Max crossed the room. Instead of sitting next to her, he surprised both of them by lying down on the couch and resting his head in her lap. He looked up at her, his eyes vulnerable. "Would you read to me?"

YN's expression softened, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Of course," she said, her free hand moving to gently run her fingers through his hair.

Max closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation. He felt her shift slightly, getting comfortable, and then her voice filled the air, soft and melodious as she began to read.

Max's lips curved into a smile. "Emma," he murmured. "I remember you mentioning it was one of your favorites."

YN paused her reading, looking down at him with surprise and pleasure. "You remembered that?"

"Of course," Max opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. "I remember everything you tell me."

A huge grin appeared in YN's face, and she bent down to press a soft kiss to Max's forehead. The gesture was so natural, so tender, that it made Max's heart flutter.

As she continued to read, her fingers still combing through his hair, Max found himself only half-listening to the words. Instead, he was acutely aware of every point of contact between them - the warmth of her lap under his head, the gentle touch of her fingers, the soft cadence of her voice washing over him.

In that moment, Max realized with startling clarity that this was what he wanted for the rest of his life. Not just the glamour of racing or the thrill of victory, but this - quiet moments of intimacy, the comfort of being with someone who understood him, who made him want to be better.

He reached up, gently taking YN's free hand in his own, intertwining their fingers. She paused in her reading, looking down at him with a question in her eyes.

"YN," Max said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm really glad you're here."

She squeezed his hand, her smile radiant. "So am I, Max. So am I."

As she resumed reading, her voice mixing with the soft sound of the Mediterranean breeze outside, Max closed his eyes again, a sense of peace settling over him. Whatever the future held, he knew that this moment, this feeling, was something he'd cherish forever.

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As the final day of YN's stay in Monaco dawned, Max found himself feeling so many bittersweet emotions. The past week had been nothing short of magical, and the thought of it coming to an end left a hollow feeling in his chest. She hadn't even left yet, and already he missed her.

For their final day, Max had decided to take YN out on his yacht. He wanted their last hours together to be special, just the two of them away from the bustling streets of Monaco. As they prepared for the day, packing a picnic and gathering sunscreen and towels, Max couldn't help but reflect on the past week.

Daniel and Lando had teased him mercilessly about his sudden disappearance from their usual hangouts. They'd made jokes about Max being "whipped" and how he'd fallen hard for his "YouTube dream girl." But Max didn't care. He was too happy, too caught up in the bubble of joy that surrounded him and YN.

As they boarded the yacht, the Mediterranean stretching out before them in shades of turquoise, Max felt a pang in his chest. This perfect week was coming to an end, and he wasn't sure he was ready to face reality again.

Once they were out on the open water. YN leaned over the railing, a look of wonder on her face.

"This is incredible, Max," she said, turning to him with a dazzling smile. "I can't believe I'm here, experiencing all of this."

Max moved to stand beside her, their shoulders brushing. "I'm going to miss you," he said softly, "This week has been… I don't even have words for it."

"I'm going to miss you too, Max. So much. But you know I have to go back home. I have videos to make for my channel, work stuff to catch up on…"

Max nodded, understanding but not liking it. "Maybe you could make a video about 'A Week with an F1 Driver'? I'm sure your subscribers would love that."

YN laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder. "Oh yes, I'm sure that would go over well. 'Day 3: Watched Max eat his bodyweight in pasta. Day 5: Learned that F1 drivers are actually big babies when they lose at Mario Kart.'"

"I am not a baby!" Max gasped in mock offense. "I'm just… competitive."

"Uh-huh, sure," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "Is that why you pouted for an hour after I beat you?"

"I did not pout," Max protested, but he was grinning.

"You know, it's still surreal to me that a random video I published got us here. If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be spending a week in Monaco with Max Verstappen, I would have laughed in their face."

Max reached out, caressing her cheek softly. "I'm glad you made that video," he said softly. "I'm glad I stumbled across it. I can't imagine not knowing you now."

As they stood together on the boat, the gentle rocking of the waves mirroring the tumultuous emotions within them, Max found his gaze drawn to YN's lips. They were slightly parted, soft and inviting. His heart raced as he lifted his eyes to meet hers, a silent question in his gaze.

YN's eyes, warm and full of affection, met his. A small, knowing smile played at the corners of her mouth, and in that moment, it was all the permission Max needed.

With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, one hand coming to rest on the small of her back while the other cupped her cheek. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, their breaths mingling in the space between them. And then, finally, their lips met.

The kiss was tender at first, a soft exploration. But as YN's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, it deepened into something more passionate. Max poured all of his pent-up emotions into the kiss - his joy, his longing, his hope for what they could be.

When they finally parted, YN's eyes were sparkling. "You know," she said, a playful tone to her voice, "I've been waiting for you to do that all week."

Max couldn't help but laugh, a mixture of relief and happiness bubbling up inside him. "Really? All week, huh?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, her smile widening. "I was starting to think I'd have to make the first move myself."

"Well," Max said, his voice low and teasing, "allow me to make up for lost time."

With that, he pulled her in for another kiss. This one was different from the first - more confident, more passionate. His hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against him as her fingers tangled in his hair. The world around them faded away until there was nothing but the two of them, the taste of salt on their lips, and the warmth of the setting sun on their skin.

When they broke apart this time, both were slightly dazed. Max rested his forehead against YN's, unwilling to put any distance between them.

"I really like you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I've ever liked anyone before. This week with you… it's been incredible. I don't want it to end."

YN's hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin. "I really like you too, Max," she replied, her voice equally soft. "These past few days have been like a dream."

Max pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her eyes. "I know you have to go back, but… I want to make this work. Us, I mean. If that's something you want too."

"I do want that. Very much. It might not be easy with our schedules and the distance, but I think you're worth it."

"We'll figure it out," he said, determination clear in his voice. "I'll come visit you when I can, and you can come to some of my races. We'll make time for video calls, and I'll text you so much you'll get sick of me."

YN laughed, the sound like music to Max's ears. "I don't think I could ever get sick of you," she said, her eyes twinkling. "But I'm holding you to that promise about the races. I expect VIP treatment, Mr. Verstappen."

Max grinned, pulling her close again. "For you? Always," he murmured, before capturing her lips in another kiss.

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The month following YN's stay in Monaco had been blissful happiness for both YN and Max. Their parting at the airport had been bittersweet, filled with lingering kisses and tight embraces. They had spent a good hour cuddling in Max's car in the airport parking lot, neither wanting to let go.

"I'm going to miss you so much," YN had whispered, her face buried in the crook of Max's neck.

Max had tightened his arms around her, breathing in her scent. "I'll miss you too. But we'll see each other soon, I promise."

When they finally managed to separate, their goodbye kiss had been passionate and filled with promise. As Max watched her disappear into the airport, he already felt a piece of his heart leaving with her.

In the weeks that followed, they took every opportunity to be together. Max would fly to YN's home during his breaks between races, often arriving exhausted but immediately revitalized by her presence.

Their reunions were always intense, filled with desperate kisses and roaming hands as they made up for lost time. But it was the quiet moments that Max treasured most - waking up with YN in his arms, her sleepy smile the first thing he saw; cooking breakfast together, stealing kisses between flipping pancakes; or simply sitting in comfortable silence, each lost in their own tasks but finding comfort in the other's presence.

Now, as they walked hand in hand through the paddock in Austin for the USA Grand Prix, Max felt a sense of pride and joy unlike anything he'd experienced before. Having YN by his side at a race weekend, this time as more than just a friend, felt right in a way he couldn't fully express.

"This is incredible, Max," YN breathed, squeezing his hand. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it."

Max grinned, his heart swelling with affection. He loved seeing the paddock through her eyes, rediscovering the magic that he sometimes took for granted.

"Wait until you see the track," he said, pulling her closer. "And the sound when all the cars start up… there's nothing like it."

They paused for a moment, watching as a group of mechanics wheeled a set of tires past them. Max took the opportunity to really look at his girl. She was radiant in the sunlight, her hair catching the light and her eyes sparkling with excitement. He couldn't resist leaning in to place a soft kiss on her cheek.

YN turned to him, a playful smile on her lips. "What was that for?"

"Do I need a reason to kiss my girl?" Max replied, his voice low and teasing.

She laughed, the sound music to his ears. "I suppose not. But maybe save some for later? We are in public, after all."

"You're killing me," Max groaned dramatically. "How am I supposed to focus on racing when you look like that?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage," YN teased, patting his chest. "After all, I hear you're quite good at this driving thing."

Their playful banter was interrupted by a familiar voice calling out. "Oi, Verstappen! Finally decided to grace us with your presence?"

Max turned to see Daniel approaching, his trademark grin in place. Lando was close behind, an equally mischievous look on his face.

"Hey guys," Max greeted, unconsciously pulling YN closer. "You remember YN, right?"

"Ah yes," Daniel's grin widened. "Nice to see you again, love."

"It's great to see you too, Daniel," she smiled warmly. "And you, Lando."

Lando's eyes darted between Max and YN, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "So, Max, finally managed to seal the deal, huh?"

Max felt his cheeks heat up, but before he could respond, YN jumped in.

"Oh, he did more than that," she said, her tone light but with a hint of something that made Max's pulse quicken. "He's been quite… impressive."

Daniel let out a low whistle while Lando burst into laughter. Max couldn't help but join in, marveling at how effortlessly YN fit into his world.

As they chatted, Max couldn't keep his hands off YN. He found himself constantly touching her - a hand on the small of her back, playing with her fingers, rubbing her arm softly. Each touch was like a spark, reminding him of their passionate reunions over the past month.

He thought back to their last meeting, just a week ago. He had flown to her place straight after he was done with some meetings in Monaco, exhausted but desperate to see her. The moment he stepped through her door, all fatigue had vanished. They had barely made it to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. The memory of her skin against his, the taste of her lips, the sound of her gasps and moans… it was enough to make him want to whisk her away to his motorhome right now.

Max was pulled from his thoughts by the approach of another familiar face. Charles Leclerc was walking towards them, his trademark charming smile in place.

"Max! Good to see you, man," Charles said, clapping Max on the shoulder before turning his attention to YN. "And who might this lovely lady be?"

Without hesitation, the words tumbled from Max's lips: "This is YN, my girlfriend."

He felt the girl stiffen slightly beside him, and for a moment, panic flared in his chest. Had he overstepped? They hadn't explicitly discussed labels yet. But when he glanced at YN, she was smiling warmly at Charles, her hand still firmly in Max's.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charles," YN said, shaking his hand.

Charles raised an eyebrow at Max, a hint of surprise in his expression. "The pleasure is all mine. I hope you're enjoying your time in the paddock."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they parted ways. Max led YN towards his driver's room. Once inside the relative privacy of the small space, YN turned to him, a playful glint in her eye.

"Girlfriend, huh?" she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something Max couldn't quite identify.

Max felt a flutter of nervousness in his stomach. "I… yeah. I mean, if that's okay? I know we haven't really talked about it, but…"

YN stepped closer, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "It's more than okay, Max. I was just surprised. We've been in this beautiful bubble, and hearing you say it out loud… it made it feel real in a way it hasn't before."

Max let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His hands found their way to YN's waist, pulling her closer. "It is real," he said softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. Feels like you're everything."

Her eyes softened, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "You're everything to me too, Max. I love you."

The words hung in the air between them for a moment, both realizing it was the first time either had said it. Then Max surged forward, capturing YN's lips in a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate.

When they broke apart. Max rested his forehead against YN's, his eyes closed as he savored the moment.

"I love you too," he whispered. "God, YN, I love you so much."

YN's answering smile was radiant and she pulled him in for another kiss.

"So," he said, his voice husky, "ready to watch your boyfriend win a race?"

YN laughed, the sound filling the small space and Max's heart. "Always," she replied. "My misunderstood hero with a heart of gold."

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Drivers and their romantic tropes || F1 Grid

cw: insults, rivalry, fighting, superficiality, suggestive behavior, almost obscene — if you squint your eyes — romance, age gap, cuteness, love and blah blah blah

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: I've probably found a new addiction? Making headcanons is so much fun, I can feel the obsession with this format coming on. By the way, I'd love to hear your suggestions (it's just a tip,I'm not suggesting anything 🤭

LEWIS HAMILTON - Age Gap

Being Charles' younger cousin gave her some privileges like going to parties and the paddock whenever she wanted or meeting the drivers and other celebrities, and that's how you met Lewis. Of course you already knew who the Million Dollar Man was, but in person it was all better — and damn, he was so much better in person. The attraction between you was immediate and for a long time Lewis denied what he felt, You were much younger than him and you were still Charles' favorite cousin, meaning it was obvious that you were overprotected by the Monegasque. Which reduced any possibility of a relationship between you and the British pilot to zero.

However, there are no forces sufficient to prevent the universe from moving its strings in any way it wants, so it wasn't long before you and Lewis were making out in every free corner, be it the driver's lounge, the Ferrari motorhome or one of the secluded spots at the team parties. Eventually, the attraction between Lewis and you grew to the point where it became something strong and lasting, well, Charles' efforts to keep you away from Lewis were in vain.

You adored Lewis, you loved how he took care of you, how he made it clear that you were his priority, Lewis treated you like no other guy your age had ever treated you.

Lewis would never admit that he liked how much older he was than you, he loved the way you trusted his experience and maturity, allowing him to take care of you in the best way possible, because there is nothing he loves more than making sure his little girl is completely happy.

CARLOS SAINZ - Fake Dating

Carlos needed a fake girlfriend to calm the media and you needed a miracle to cover your student expenses, so the two of you ended up combining business with pleasure. The two of you made a deal, you just had to pretend in front of the media and friends — everyone had to believe the charade, even family members — you were supposed to accompany him on some races and root for him, post pictures together, and Carlos would pay for everything you needed until you graduated, which was, more or less, another semester and a half. And most importantly, feelings could not be involved.

With everything combined, what could go wrong, right? But of course, everything went wrong the exact moment you realized that Carlos was the perfect boyfriend material.

How could you not fall in love with the guy who opened doors for you? Or who would pick you up at the university gates with a rose? You were getting involved and this went against the agreement you and Carlos had established. You couldn't tell if Carlos also ended up developing feelings in the meantime, he was a difficult man to scrutinize, and it was easy for you to assume that it wasn't reciprocated and before your heart was broken, you broke the agreement, returned everything Carlos had given you — as part of your act — and the money.

What you didn't know is that Carlos was in the same situation as you and it wasn't at all pleasant for him to find a note from you and all the gifts he had given you. You left and left him with just a "sorry, I can't anymore"; and in a few weeks, you didn't know how, but Carlos found you at the guesthouse where you were staying.

And there, standing in the hallway of that modest boarding house where you were staying, Carlos confessed to you, shouting that you couldn't leave him without him trying to win you over. You laughed and kissed him, because the Spaniard didn't need to try, he had already done it.

CHARLES LECLERC - Marriage of Convenience

Your family and Charles' family had been friends for years — really many years — and it only took one drunken night for your father and his to make an agreement, they would unite their families in marriage.

Her marriage to Charles.

And it was all well and good, if you two hadn't hated each other since the first time you saw each other. God knew you tried to be nice to Charles, but he took immense pleasure in being nothing short of unpleasant to you; he loved to laugh at you, he picked on you for everything you did, he handed you over to your parents when you were up to no good, so it didn't take long for you to start hating the boy.

You exchanged barbs at every opportunity you had, you begged your father to break off the engagement, after all you didn't want to marry someone who openly hated you. However, with the sudden death of Charles' father, any chance of breaking off the engagement fell by the wayside, and you were doomed to a failed marriage from the start because you hated your fiancé and it was completely reciprocated.

You tried to propose a deal to Charles, that you two break the commitment, he was adamant, there would be a wedding. And you didn't understand, why did he want to marry you if he hated you? With this doubt, you tested Charles' patience until he confessed that there was never any real hatred, he provoked you because he thought it was the only way to make you notice him.

Taken by surprise, you didn't know how to react other than to move away from him. You were confused by that revelation, both with Charles and with your own feelings; however, there was no distance really, because Charles almost set up camp on your doorstep. It was his turn to annoy you and it was no different, you fought until you ended up kissing. Not once, not twice, but several times until you both admitted that it was never hate, in fact. You two were married in the middle of spring, in a chateau in France,

LANDO NORRIS - Strange to Lovers

It all started with a blind date gone wrong, Lando ended up getting the wrong table and this resulted in the two of you talking until the restaurant closed and you two were asked to leave the place, only then did you discover that he was not the guy you were dating. Not that you thought it was bad, Lando was great! He was funny, witty and kind, he made sure to drop you off at home and took your phone, so what if he got the wrong table? He even had an amazing date with a stunning girl, so in the end, nothing had really gone wrong.

After that meeting, you unfortunately didn't go out anymore because of your racing schedule, but you exchanged messages every day, it didn't matter what the subject was, it could be something about Formula One or the puppy video you sent him. Talking to Lando was easy, it didn't even seem like you met by chance, when you noticed, you had already been talking for almost nine weeks, you had two more dates. On your first date, Lando insisted on taking you to an art gallery that had recently opened in London, on your second date, you took him to karaoke.

When you really realized it, Lando was no longer a stranger, you had his clothes in your drawers and he kept his skin care products in his bathroom cabinet. You and Lando had a firm agreement, to always talk, never go to bed angry, and never hide anything—not that you could hide anything, since you were already so intertwined with each other that nothing could remain hidden between you anymore.

You attended his races, whenever you had free time, Lando would be attending your exhibitions. Honestly, that wrong meeting was the best thing that happened to both of you.

OSCAR PIASTRI - Friends to Lovers

Friends since childhood, they went through all the stages of each other's lives, Oscar had been in your life for so long that you couldn't even imagine what it would be like without him. You supported him when he decided to become a pilot, you watched every race you could and in return, Oscar was at all of his college presentations.

People always thought you were more than friends, but Oscar always gave a shy smile and reinforced that you were just friends, you don't know when or how, but at some point it started to bother you. And that didn't make sense, because you were really just friends.

There was no you without Oscar and there was no Oscar without you.

When he managed to move up to F1, you made sure to buy a box of orange fireworks to celebrate, so what if you were living on the East Coast of the United States? Oscar deserved the fireworks. He made sure to send you a beautiful bouquet of tulips — orange because that was your color all along — a huge breakfast, and a sweet note when you graduated from college.

Little by little, the obligations of adult life, the racing calendar and everything else began to take up all of your time and this decreased the frequency of conversations between you and Oscar. You didn't even notice that you weren't talking to your best friend as often anymore, you only realized that you hadn't spoken to each other in weeks when the news broke that he was dating.

You didn't understand why it hurt so much, maybe because he didn't tell you or because he was dating an old colleague of yours... Either way, it hurt to know that, but you sent him a message, wishing him well. You talked for a while, but it felt strange, something had changed between you.

But you didn't focus on that, Oscar was happy and you were happy for him, so you put the discomfort aside, the important thing was that your best friend was radiant. Your feelings weren't important.

Maybe the boiling point was Christmas, you returned to Australia to spend the holidays with family, completely forgetting that the Piastri were also part of the family, so there was Oscar. You expected to find his girlfriend there, but it was just Oscar, your Christmas present, and his signature shy smile. When you asked where his girlfriend was, Oscar said he didn't have a girlfriend, and when you wanted to know why, his answer was very succinct: she wasn't you.

Your heart raced like an eight cylinder engine when he kissed you and fuck, that was the best Christmas ever.

MAX VERSTAPPEN - Enemies to Lovers

You were Max Verstappen's new teammate at Red Bull and if love at first sight existed, you and Max created hate at first sight. You hated each other so much, both on and off the track. You found Max to be impulsive, disrespectful and arrogant, concluding, for you, Max was a total idiot.

In Max's eyes, you were stubborn, showy, and nosy, completely irritating. You fought over everything, from the current strategy to the can of energy drink, the journalists loved the fight between you, the team tried to pacify in the best way, but you and Max? All it took was a spark for you to start a fire.

Your fans speculated that there was much more behind all the hate.

You don't remember which race it was, but it was in the middle of a chicane where you and Max were racing for first place when your front wings collided, you don't even know who crashed into who, you just remember spinning on the track and hitting the barrier. Max continued the race and took the podium that Sunday. You were furious when you arrived at the pits, just like Michael Schumacher at the 1998 Belgian GP. You were shaking with anger, your engineer tried to calm you down, your manager, but no one could calm your fury.

That was the worst fight you two ever had, it was bad enough that you decided to cut off all communication with Max, you felt like a pawn in his hands, you really thought he had used you to win the race, and you couldn't even explain how frustrated that made you.

This made things very bad within Red Bull, you deliberately ignored Max, you didn't even respond to his provocations anymore, it was as if Verstappen didn't even exist. And it bothered Max more than he would like to admit, it was like an itch that wouldn't go away. You couldn't ignore him forever.

Max approached you in the hotel hallway, he forced you to listen to him. You had to drag him into your room before the other guests witnessed another fight between the Red Bull drivers. None of you knew when or how, but when you realized it, you were tangled up in your bed, uttering insults between groans and pleas; after that night something changed, the rivalry remained as strong as before, in fact even more so, because you were hungry for the title of world champion, and wouldn't let her future marriage to Max get in the way of that. After all, friends are friends, business is business.

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[grussellsprout]

Is This Where It Ends?

Authors Note: this is my first smau fic I have written or fic in general so please leave any suggestions down in the comments that I could do better on when writing and feel free to write any requests in my inbox for current or past drivers on the grid! This is probably gonna be multiple parts and is inspired by Bailey Zimmerman's "Where it ends"

Pairing: Logan "wanna be Captain America" Sergeant x mixedblackcountrysinger! reader

fc: Various pinterest girls

Trope: Childhood best friends to lovers to ex's to ?

Warnings: Logans gonna be problematically toxic sorry guys.

Background: You and 2023 F1 rookie Logan Sergeant grew up together while being neighbors and moms being best friends with each other growing up. The both of them trying to push their kids into a relationship since they were teenagers because of their own teenage dreams of becoming each others in laws. What happens when Logan and you finally give in and give it a shot falling in love however with your music sky rocketing and his racing career going not as expected. What happens when your sweet childhood best friend turned "love of your life" gets resentful of your success and taking you, your love, and support for granted

youruser

liked by logansargeant lilymhe and 954,649 others

youruser Finally got around to making my debut album after much anticipation from y'all. American Romance is out now! featured pic of the inspiration of the album overfilled with love and admiration for the absolute love of my life.

Tagged:logansargeant

logansargeant I love you so much my cowgirl. So proud of you baby!

| youruser awww I love you too Logie Bear thank you sm honey 💕💕💕 liked by logan sargeant

user3 Anyone else feeling incredibly single after listening to her album? just me?

| user2 ALL OF US DO

| landonorris felt incredibly single mate after that listen

| user2 LANDO? damn even the album got to him

lilymhe When do I get my own song or an album @youruser ???? Thought I was the love of your life

| francisca.cgomes get in line for your own song I get one first bc I'm really the love of her life????

| youruser You both will gotta leave the best for last @francisca.cgomes @lilymhe

user7 mother is mothering again

user5 SLAY THE HOUSE DOWN Y/N

With the debut of the new album my social media was exploding and the songs were absolutely everywhere you went. I had interviews left and right on the most know late night shows, even getting to host an episode of SNL as the music guest. Even reaching the media on the paddock being a topic for everyone on the grid as it was blowing up. However it was the only thing that they were discussing with Logan, I could tell it was starting to get to him especially with the his and the team performance in Australia and it heading into the Montreal GP. I tried to make him feel as supported by me in his career as I could. I started to cancel interviews to go to every GP there was on the calendar for the season when he started to show the slightest of signs the media attention getting to him but he just kept pushing me away. No matter what I did to try and give him the support and attention I thought he needed or wanted from me. However it just never felt enough even though I was giving it my all. Showing up to all the sessions with him (attempted to be hand by hand) early in the morning and not leaving the paddock until he was done and set while giving my entire attention to him, even while he was in the garage talking to his mechanics; there I was following him around like a puppy just happy to be there. Meanwhile whenever he did seem to acknowledge my presence, his girlfriend's presence, all he could do was give me a scowl because I was in his way, or distracting the team, or something to get me away from him. We were never like this before, he was never like this before. I was starting to regret releasing the catalyst to what feels the ending of my relationship with who was my everything, who i thought was gonna be my forever.

F1gossipandwags

F1gossipandwags Fans saw y/n l/n looking extremely shocked and confused while upset outside of a restaurant in Miami on Sunday night after Logan Sargeant’s DNF earlier that day. Reports shown while in the restaurant y/n with Sargeant she seemed to be comforting her childhood love while it was only appearing to be irritating Sargeant causing him to “flip out” and storm out of the establishment dragging the music star with him breaking off the 3 year relationship.

user43 WAIT WHAT??????

[f1daydreamers]

𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 [𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖]

photo credits: Pinterest

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had ever.. but also one of the best.

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers romance also fake dating trope so we’re going all in baby

A/N: I love this man, this man is very underrated and this is going to be a mini-series, probably 7/8 parts but we’ll see how it goes

Word Count: 1.7k (7 minutes reading time avg)

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Lance oddly glances over your face, definitely dumbfounded by your ask.

Trying to persuade one of the two drivers for the team that you work for, that going as your pretend date to your brother’s wedding was quite possibly the weirdest favour you could ask of anyone.

You tilt your head, reasoning with him. “Whatever you need, I will do it and I’ll do it to the best of my ability.”

He hums, “I don’t need anything.”

You inhale through your nose, “I’ll wash your race suit and even bring it to the remaining.. 20 races."

With pursed lips, he appears untempted by your proposal.

“Okay, then I’ll do all your laundry, not just your race suit.” You say.

“There’re people in the team who do that anyway?” You sigh, leaning your elbows on the table.

“I’ll clean your driver’s room, after every practice session, after every qualifying, and after every race.”

He feigns offence, “my room is very neat for your information.”

You scoff, not wanting to but getting all the more closer to giving up.

“Then do this for me as a friend, you just said you had nothing to do between now and Baku anyway.” You countered, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Lance smiles slightly. “It’s a massive favour Y/N, I can’t just drop all my plans.”

You half-frowned, knowing he had a point. “Look, the moment I set my phone down, I know my mum would’ve been rounding up all the bachelors from here to Canada.”

He laughed and you smiled, though you were pretty sure your mum really was doing so.

“Have you asked anyone else?” He questioned, out of sheer curiosity on why you came to him first.

“No I haven’t, should I?”

“I don’t know.” His answer makes you groan, “one weekend Lance.”

There was a shift of emotion in his face and you jumped at the opportunity to try and make it as convincing for him as possible, “one or two photos, my dad loves racing so tell him about Bahrain. I have a nephew who’s into motorcycles so talk away about them.”

“With an 8 year old?” You blinked at him, “I admit the conversations may not be enthralling but toy motorcycles really get his gears turning.”

The F1 driver weighs out the pros and cons of your request, circling the rim of his glass with the tip of his index finger.

His eyes flicker to your pleading expression, your fingernails digging into the underside of your chin, your hands brought together in a praying gesture.

“Is a weekend with me going to be that horrible?” You inquire.

“No,” he admits, casually falling back on to his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “I was never going to say no, I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

He grins cockily and you reach over to slap his arm which he manages to pull away from in time.

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The few days after the Australian race, you'd been hammered by your parents and your siblings, on who the mystery boy was. It was pretty well known that they'd meet him at some point next weekend but that obviously wasn't reason enough for them to stop asking every question under the sun about him.

When the build to that weekend officially began, you prayed that it would pass smoothly, you'd tell a few little white lies along the way and should they ever ask about him following the wedding, you and Lance would've been peacefully broken up by then.

Easy.

"Oh gosh, here we go." You lower your head to your lap while Lance takes a single sip from his champagne glass, setting it down on the coaster.

You knew bumping into a relative who asked a million and one questions during the rehearsal would be a given so you'd prepared your 'date' as best you could.

You instinctively reach for his hand, settling the palm of yours on the back of his. He's slightly disconcerted at the contact but doesn't move an inch, he glances at you sat on the seat besides him as you do the same.

You release a shaky sigh, "my sister's going to interrogate you like she's trying to put the FBI to shame. You remember what I told you right?" You ask quietly.

He nods faintly, "yeah, of course I do." He assures you.

You muster a sincere smile before retracting your hand from his and allowing it to fall on to your lap again. You then rub your palms on your thighs and stand up to embrace her.

Lance straightened on his chair, allowing your sister to approach the table before he followed your movements. You swallow when his hand rests on your lower back, but you reminded yourself it was just a part of the act.

It was amusing in hindsight how you'd pleaded, borderline begged, for him to be your pretend boyfriend for a weekend but you hadn't actually thought about what that might necessitate.

"Hi!" Your sister was ever the bubbly one who could rave about her passions for days while remaining oblivious to the other person's lack of interest.

She flung her arms around your neck and brought you in for a hug, to which you chuckled and winded your arms around her back. Lance's hand fell to his side, his gaze falling to his feet.

Once you'd pulled away, she sighed happily then glanced at him expectantly. You cleared your throat and he swiftly turned his head towards you, then at her.

"Dais, this is Lance," you realise he probably needs no further introduction. "Lance, this is my sister, Daisy."

He gives her a genuine smile, taking her hand that she holds out as a formal introduction. "Is this the boyfriend I messaged you a million times about?"

You scoff with a smile, feeling his eyes fall to your face, as if he was watching for something. "Yep, in the flesh." He swallows, nodding.

She gasps, pointing a finger towards him and you panic for a moment, if there was a single hidden talent your sister had, it was putting two and two together at record speed.

Luckily, Lance remained unphased despite the stark contrast between yours and his tension levels.

"You're the F1 driver Dad was telling us about, the one with the broken wrists." She announced loudly, though it was only a surprise to her.

"That's my reputation I guess." He comments, turning his head to your side, directing it at you. You smile, continuing to fidget with your two intertwined hands.

But he confirms it nonetheless, "that's me."

"Wow, F1. Must be cool having the girl you date at the garage for every race." He gave her a polite smile, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“It has its perks.” You agree with him, not vocally saying what those supposed perks were.

“What kind of perks?” Your sister asked craftily and you sigh, dismissing her question.

“Behave, now go and find Kev, we want to congratulate him.” As your baby sister, with a huff, she agreed and sauntered off elsewhere.

“She’s nice.” You hummed, turning your body to Lance’s so your back was facing the crowd of people that would occasionally glance in your direction.

“She’s one of many,” He smiled, seeing the deflation on your face form when you realised this was going to be a very long weekend of lying.

“Regretting it?” You meet his eyes, he meets yours. “No. Just wondering if it was the best decision.”

“One question less, 20 more in its place.” You chuckle knowing he was referring to the inevitable question on where your date was had you not brought one, but because you had, it was flipped on its head.. then multiplied.

“Should I apologise for bringing you here now?”

“How bad are they?” He asks.

“Enough.”

…

"I haven't seen anything about you two online, considering you're famous and all." Your words remained stuck in your throat as you scrambled to try and find an answer for it in your head, Lance chuckled a little nervously.

"We keep it on the down low, trying to navigate through a relationship while being in the spotlight has its own challenges." You looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic look, a doubtful smile on your lips.

You turned back to your mum who hummed, almost with a certain distaste in her tone, a sour look on her face which you really weren't in the mood for. She was never fond of the guys you 'picked' for yourself, but instead the male specimen she spoke to once were going to be your Prince Charming, God forbid you ever went against that.

"Look, me and Lance are a little jet-lagged so can we carry this on sometime else?" You gave her a pointed look and she took the hint, though not without shooting you a knowing glance.

"Well, your room's all ready for you at home." She says.

Home. You hadn't heard that word from your mother's lips for some time, having moved away and working everywhere in the world, it was rare you found time to go and see your family.

"Thanks mum." She kissed you on the cheek before walking away, ignoring Lance's existence entirely. Your shoulders slumped once her attention had turned towards your brother and his soon-to-be wife, whom you'd already congratulated.

He exhales through his nose and you lift your eyes up to his face, "Okay, getting slightly worse." You shake your head, your fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. At this point, you were wishing for the night to be over.

By the time the night is coming to its eventual end, you and Lance had managed to convince most people with your act of being a couple. That entailed a lot of hand-holding and lovesick smiles but you'd pulled it off, a little too well.

With his hand splayed out on your thigh, your hand was wrapped around his bicep. Along with every little gesture and movement, there was a fresh wave of goosebumps forming on your skin. You didn't think Lance knew that he was stroking his thumb along the fabric of your leggings.

"We should get some sleep," You turned your head to him and he looked down at you, his attention turning away from the current conversation your sister had everyone tuned into.

"Ready when you are." He added and minutes later, you and Lance were leaving the table, a few of your folks extending their fair shares of goodbyes and nice to meet you's to him.

...

Part 2

Masterlist

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[iifloweringnightsii]

I saw a tiktok video of the drivers and what their romance trope would be.

Lando = GrumpyxSunshine

And I can’t unsee it anymore

Writers of F1 tumblr, please help this devastatingly single queer person out

I beg 🙇

While I know people will see this differently, I think Lando is the sunshine, but there are currently clouds of rain blocking his shine 😔

[leclerced]

okok I’ve been pondering ever since the idea of the Charles au came about and now that more details have been thrown out there I’d love to share my thoughts about the origin of teammate!reader and Charles’ relationship!!

so I was thinking instead of the enemies to lovers trope I would love to see Charles absolutely obsessed with reader like takes his breath away head over heels as soon as he meets her in person for the first time. he’s been following her career from afar throughout f3 and f2 and always admired her talent and adored the fact that she looked drop dead gorgeous straight out of the car, like even if her hair was a tangled mess after a race it just worked for her, she had effortless beauty. and she was such a sweetheart and her media skills were top tier, so sponsors loved her and lots of teams were vying for her attention after she won the f2 wdc. so when the Ferrari seat opened up, Charles was secretly hoping his team would go after her so they could race alongside each other and work together to bring the constructor’s championship back home. he knew with the combination of his experience and her raw talent and spirit, they would make an amazing team! (and selfishly, Charles wanted her all to himself so one of the other drivers didn’t get the chance to charm her first)

so when they meet for the first time after Ferrari signed her he’s all smiley and heart eyes and stumbling over his words and reader is amused, sensing he was going to hit on her but he respected her too much to make a move right away. but little does Charles know, reader is starved for male attention and desperate to have some fun upon her arrival up to the big leagues of f1. she’s gotten a lot of negative attention in the past from sexist fans and dickhead drivers who felt threatened by their female rival so she didn’t get as much action as one might think. reader tries everything to get Charles to crack, purposefully wearing her skimpiest outfits to team events and dinners and taking every little opportunity to touch him or brush up against him, trying desperately to get his attention in the way she craves. one night they find themselves sitting across from each other at a crowded charity gala and she can’t focus on anything but the beautiful man in front of her, constantly catching herself zoning out and staring at his hands, imagining what they could do between her legs, his ringed fingers glistening with her arousal pumping in and out of her while his thumb toyed with her clit. she has to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud, and Charles is just looking at her all confused, oblivious to her filthy thoughts about him. after one too many drinks, reader gets a lil too flirty and plops herself down next to Charles, giggling and twirling her hair and gazing up at him with the most obvious “fuck me” eyes she can manage. Charles gets all blushy under her gaze and tries not to read into it to avoid getting his hopes up but finally gets the hint when reader’s hand ends up in his lap, softly rubbing his thigh and he can’t help the dumb smile that spreads across his face as he meets her eyes and realizes the beautiful girl wants him back. they down a few more drinks to shake away their nerves and first-time jitters and make some lame excuse to leave the event so they can get out of there as fast as possible and spend the whole night fucking each other’s brains out, opening up a whole new world of opportunities to their relationship as teammates 😌 after that night they jump at every chance to get their hands on each other, I’m talking fucking all night after wins and double podiums, using each other’s bodies when one of them has a bad race, hooking up in their driver rooms between quali sessions, spending days/weeks off holed up in hotel rooms together so no one catches onto their budding romance, the possibilities are ENDLESS

I got a lil carried away sorry this is so long AKWJNENDJFJ but please feel free to add on to the brainrot or make suggestions!!! your opinion means everything and I know this is a safe space to share rambles and blurbs so I figured I’d try my best 🫶🏼

ugh no i love this sooooooo much i could cry!!! i want this. thx for the bedtime fantasy im going to sleep now!!

charles being SO oblivious to her wanting him and he wants to be respectful and isn’t going to come onto her bc he’s sure everyone does and he doesn’t want to be like that. she’s thinking she’s going to have to spell it out for him and he doesn’t pick up on her flirting and then she puts her hand on his thigh and she watches the realization hit him as he looks from her hand to her face. neither of them acknowledge it past the look he gives her, he just picks up where he left off on his sentence and they keep drinking until they see another member of their team leave so they deem it socially acceptable to leave too. they'd be so desperate to get their hands on each other but have to wait until they're back in one of their hotel rooms. i can def imagine charles saying he's been dreaming ab her for months while they're walking to his room and she gets a little annoyed and says, "are you kidding me? i've flirted with you all season why didn't you do something?" he feels so dumb as he starts thinking ab all their interactions and how she found a reason to touch him or make a sex joke out of nothing, or he'd hear her say oops and look over to catch a peek of her panties as she bends over. he admits he just thought she was being friendly, and mentions the panties and she admits that was also on purpose, she wanted to get a reaction out of him but he didn't do anything. he tells her he didn't know it was on purpose, that she touches everyone's arms and hugs everyone so he didn't think anything of her being touchy with him. anything that she did, he somehow explained it away as it just being her personality or him misreading the moment.

as soon as they're within the confines of his room, the conversation is forgotten and he's rushing to get his hands on her. he'd be cute and hold the door open for her and say "ladies first" while extending his arm into the room. as soon as she walks through the door, he shuts it, grabs her arm and jerks her back against the door and kisses her. the roughness stuns her and she's grabbing onto him to stabilize herself as he kisses her stupid and she's thinking, god if he kisses this good what else is he good at? and it's only five minutes max before he's sinking to his knees and hitching one of her thighs up on his shoulder.

can def see them constantly texting each other to meet in each other’s driver’s room after press conferences or races. exchanging hotel room cards in each city they go to and agreeing to go out celebrating after the race with the team and then meet in one of their rooms. texting during debriefs under the table wondering who’s room they’re going to.

their little summer break is spent holed up in charles’s apartment in monaco, he has groceries delivered so they don’t have to leave and it’s days full of him teaching her how to cook and play piano and speak french, but it’s mostly all the dirty words because he wants her to know what he’s saying when he starts blabbering in french about how good her pussy is. she’s constantly blushing and looking away from him when he’s teaching her new words and phrases, pressing her thighs together. he teases her for getting worked up while he tries to teach her french, and she says, “well i wouldn’t be so worked up if you weren’t talking about eating me out. like i dunno teach me how to introduce myself.”

[bookishbethanyerin]

• drive me wild •

It’s no secret that I’m very much an F1 girl in addition to being a massive reader – and Carly Robyn’s F1 romances are a fab blend of swoony storytelling, humor, soice, *and* genuine motorsports knowledge.

Drive Me Wild, the second book in her series of interconnected F1 romances, tells the story of Josie, a sunny social media manager working for an F1 team, and Theo, one of the team’s drivers who oozes playboy charm and is always looking for a good time, but also exudes big golden retriever vibes (if you’re a ZA girlie, he is basically romcom Seth Cappella). They’ve been friends who flirt for years, and after one particularly big night out, they wake up realizing that everything between them has changed.

You can expect:

☀️sunshine x sunshine

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 friends to lovers

❤️‍🔥 reformed playboy

💼 workplace romance

🏎️ f1 action

Though there are plenty of tropes at play here, there’s also emotional depth as Josie and Theo both consider their careers, family drama ensues, and emotional vulnerability becomes critical.

Josie is extremely relatable, and though Theo wasn’t always my preferred brand of book boyfriend, I suspect he will be for many readers – and even if he isn’t your favorite immediately, his journey is a well-rounded one and you’ll end up adoring him.

I had a great time reading this, and whether you’re already an F1 fan or have never watched a race but enjoy a sports romance, there’s something for everyone in Carly Robyn’s Drive Me series!🏎️✨

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❤️A massive thank you to Carly Robyn and @valentine_pr_ for the opportunity to read and review an advanced copy!🍦

[pookietsunoda]

(first of all sorry for the lack of punctuation)

okay i saw your post abt the zero effort of research or like knowledge of actual f1 in romance books and that fanfic writers should just write some original shit and post it and i do have to say i recently read these hockey books that were like written originally as original works on ao3 and then published and they focus massively more on the sport than other romance books which gloss it over with little to no understanding of what or who (as in like it barely registers that these characters are athletes ykwim) they’re actually talking about and i was so gassed and i read all of them in maybe a week and loved them but i kept seeing goodreads reviews complaining about the amount of hockey in it just saying it’s unnecessary and like takes away from the plot and it’s a romance book no one cares why is it there and i kind of realised damn yall don’t actually care do you, you just wanted to read it as a trope and tbh that’s why i think so many hockey romance books are collage hockey bc then u can kind of gloss it over more and moreover they can’t do that w f1 bc there’s no equivalent so they just gloss it over w bare minimum dts understanding and that’s why they’re all so bland and boring and unrealistic bc it’s just a romance book the f1 stuff is a trope, not actual imperative to the book or the characters they could still exists anywhere in any book with any plot

Hi anon! I do think this is very true-- there are a lot of romance readers who just want a silly good time and don't want to be bogged down with technical details. (Like if you buy a regency bodice ripper, you would probably be annoyed if you had to read 40 pages about British court politics before the smut.) And that's okay! I think for me the problem is not that fluffy sports/ f1 romances exist. It's more that 1) some of the stuff is just obviously inaccurate, to the point where it takes actual fans out of the immersion, and 2) there aren't really any other options.

On the first point, I don't need people to be going into the weeds about aerodynamics or focusing a ton on on track action in a romance read, but it does take actual fans out of the immersion if a romance book includes something about the sport that is just factually wrong and easily googleable. (Ex. the driver who gets a seat through a one off "test race" instead of going through the feeders.) It's totally possible to have some elements of realism while still being a lighthearted romance! Like, Legally Blonde still has some pretty accurate stuff about law school like the LSAT studying process and cold calling. The legal setting doesn't detract from the film and is actually essential to Elle's character arc and romance plot.

On the second point, there aren't a lot of fiction books about motorsport that I can find, especially not aimed at female readers. It would be like if the only films about being a lawyer were Hallmark movies about a city lawyer girl falling for a hunky farmer, and not more "serious" courtroom dramas or even comedy films that portray being a lawyer with some degree of accuracy. I don't necessarily begrudge people who just want light, fluffy sports romance, but I think that it is a disservice that people think that sports romances are incapable of being deeper or more about the actual sport.

[buriedself]

@ VICORTEZ66 JUST POSTED … Happy 10th birthday to Waldo 🐶💓

001. STATISTICS …

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: vicente alejandro cortez. NICKNAME(S): chente, vee, vic, vice, victor (outdated), #66 (outdated). AGE:   forty5. DATE OF BIRTH:   march 27, 1978. PLACE OF BIRTH: miami, florida. CURRENT LOCATION:  manhattan. GENDER:  demi man. PRONOUNS:  he/they. ORIENTATION:  gay. OCCUPATION: retired formula one driver, currently trains formula one drivers & heads an organization for children interested in mechanical engineering. EDUCATION LEVEL: bachelor's of science in mechanical engineering from university of miami.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:  5'11. TATTOOS:   a few small ones on his calves, drawn by the kids he's mentoring. PIERCINGS: wouldn't you like to know... CLOTHING STYLE:   please don't ask i don't know fashion. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  prosthetic left arm, glare, scruffy & greying stubble, burn scars on his arms and torso.

HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   gets approximately 7 hours of sleep, occasionally interrupted by nightmares. EATING HABITS: does not like sweets but chocolate <3. SOCIABILITY: 4/10 on a good day. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS: yes / once a blue moon / no.

PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:  badass teacher, brutal honesty, death glare, jerk with a heart of gold, mentor archetype, seriously scruffy, tragic bromance, used to be a sweet kid, icarus. INSPIRATIONS: wolverine (x-men), sasuke uchiha (naruto), haymitch abernathy (the hunger games), aizawa (bnha). POSITIVE TRAITS:   hot. is that not enough in this economy? cautious. what's it called when you're a good mentor. NEGATIVE TRAITS: reserved, caustic, maybe too sexy? LIKES: cheesy romance movies, quiet, hot cocoa. DISLIKES: the race track, driving, fire. FEARS: car accidents. HABITS:  not making eye contact. HOBBIES: axe throwing.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: alive & well. FATHER: deceased, natural causes. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none. BEST FRIEND:  tba. EXES: tba. SIBLING(S): two. CHILDREN: none. PET(S):  dachshund named waldo.

002. BIOGRAPHY …

dad was a mechanic that did some formula circuits when vicente was young. he basically grew up in his dad's shop, helping in any way he could. dad would take him to watch races when he could, and he managed to get vicente into karting by pulling some favors with the team he worked with.

his parents were rightfully nervous / scared about letting him do this because he was a reckless kid and a worse teenager. still, they loved him to death and let him race under the condition that he would still go to college and get a worthwhile degree just in case.

he graduated meche early and managed to start formula 1 racing with new york based racing team sentinel racing at 21 years old.

the team really took a chance on him because if he didn't do well, the entire team was going to tank by the time the season was over. he earned fifth in the overall drivers ranking and saved the team.

continued racing for sentinel and practically put the team on the map. over the course of his career, he won a grand total of 5 driver's championships.

[car accident tw] vicente was 32 when his racing career came to an abrupt end. mid-season, he got into a very terrible crash on the track, his car flipping many times and basically exploding into a fireball. he pulled himself out of the wreckage and the fire with the thought that he had to live for the sake of his family. he suffered some burns, as well as the amputation of his left arm below the elbow.

spiraled into a depression in which he isolated himself and just got worse and worse.

had some sense knocked into him a couple years back after which he reemerged and signed a contract with sentinel to train / mentor prospective and current drivers.

also runs a foundation to promote mechanical engineering for kids/teens and is very active in it.

refuses to show up at f1 press events.

is 100% convinced that the driver that crashed into him did it on purpose because he was on track for a sixth win.

has not made an appearance on any circuit since his crash

003. CONNECTIONS …

sentinel drivers he trains / mentors

close friend that pulled him out of his depression

people that were racing around the time he was still active

exes

current situationships

a sentinel sponsor ???

someone who drags him out to events even when he doesn't want to go

his Agent.... sorry for what you have to put up with

other people that had a fall from grace

idk. i am sleepy.

[harrysfolklore]

i’m sooo obsessed w ur writing omg

what wips do u have atm??

omgg thank you so much lovely i’m happy you like my stories 🥹

i have tonssss of wips here are some

a fic about basically being in a situationship with lando for over a year, i’ve written 6k words so far

a smau where reader and charles break up after 7 years of dating and fans are mourning over them and not sure if they got back together a year after or not

smau + writing about carlos dating an a list actress but they’re trying to keep everything secret

smau + writing where max ends up watching a booktuber’s video pairing f1 drivers with romance book tropes and he’s obsessed with the pretty girl on the videos

one of my “being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation” series with george

these are some of the fics i’m still writing, i have over 6 that are ready to be postedddd

[fourkisses]

i stare at the crash (it actually works) ✷

a cs55 written-smau series where . . .

carlos sainz signs with porsche after getting ditched by ferrari only to find himself in a heated rivalry with his teammate, the only female driver on the grid. oh, and did i mention she's also his ex-girlfriend?

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!porsche driver!reader

warnings: sexist comments from haters, swearing (a lot of swearing)

a/n: i don't have that much knowledge regarding the technical aspect of races; i just watch cars go vroom vroom (heheh) sooo if there is something here that is not accurate then 1) i am truly sorry; and 2) for the sake of the fic let's just pretend it's true 🤝🏻 also this is my first work so welcome to my blog ig ????

ᯓ★ PART ONE: THE STARE

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porsche.motorsport All set for some high-speed action. #SpanishGP

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chiliracing we're almost halfway thru the 2025 calendar and i still can't process carlos in porsche

sainzsauce girl i can't even process porsche in f1

porschegirlie double podium plsplsplspls 🤞

ynlover let's get that bag @/yourusername !!!

user1 why is a girl even in f1

ynbabes why are ppl like u even on this planet

sharleclair i miss carlos in ferrari 🥲

4everpapaya are we just going to ignore the fact that these two are on each other's throat since the beginning of the season like they're not teammates

aninchident porsche is the new alpine 👍

lovinggasly @/aninchident girl 💀💀

mrshamilton44 fanfic worthy me thinks 🤭

smoothoperator @/mrshamilton44 so true 😵 i need an enemies to lovers trope, slowburn romance, she fell first he fell harder fanfic with a 24k wordcount

saint55 ✨ carlos home race win ✨

shesayshesays carlos is with porsche?!

Lap No. 56 • Place: 4th

“What the fuck?”

Sainz exclaimed to his race engineer in confusion as he exits the pit lane. He starts zooming into the track, now past the Mercedes who is—was—in third place.

A low static was heard before a voice from the other side of the line spoke. “Yeah, um, that was a five second penalty for crossing the white line when you entered the pit earlier.”

“And Y/N was the one to report?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yep, she said she thinks you went off limits so they reported it.”

“Fucking hell. What is she, the FIA rulebook or something?”

His race engineer can sense the frustration in his voice. “I agree that was not a move we appreciate especially coming from her but we gotta keep our head in the race. It's already said done so we just got to keep pushing, okay?”

Carlos can only sigh in defeat. “Yep, okay. Copy,” he responds. Then, he let go of the button.

He continues to get his wheels hot on the track. 263. 289. 310. Right now he really is just ramming the pedal with a force he don't know he physically could be capable of until this moment.

Well, one can suppose anger really works wonders, especially for a guy like him who was supposed to be leading the damn race right now.

To get things straight, he isn't mad because of the penalty per se. He knew it was his mistake. Carlos is mad because of the fact that his own teammate, you, would be the one to snitch on him.

But who is he kidding? This animosity between the two of you has only been growing since the day you locked eyes with one another in the Porsche executive room a few months ago. People think it's because of your competitive nature. The real reason behind it though, well, only the two of you knows.

He sharply steers his wheel to the right, attempting to overtake by going for the inside. Come turn 10 and he is now speeding past the papaya-colored car that was in front of him earlier, earning P2 along the way.

Finally. He can see the back of your car now. Ten more laps and it will all be over.

He momentarily lets go of the gas pedal.

A second.

Two.

Three.

Then, he slams his foot back onto it.

Lap No. 58 • Place: 2nd

Of course he catches up.

You looked at your side mirror and the image of his car only seem to get bigger and bigger as seconds pass by.

“How much is my gap from Sainz?” you asked. Static crackles in your ear before you got a response.

“One point five seconds,” your race engineer answered.

Close, but not quite. Only eight more laps.

“Okay, copy.”

“Y/N, Carlos is mad. Said he did not appreciate what you did with the report back there.”

“It's his own fault. He made the error, he should face the consequences.”

“Just warning you to be safe; he is hot on your tail as of the moment.”

“Sure, thanks.”

You release your hold of the radio button and once again looked at your side mirror. It doesn't look like one point five seconds if you're being fucking honest. In all actuality, it looks like he's about to slam his nose to your rear any time now.

Except you won't let him, no.

Lap No. 66 • Place: 2nd

You manage to hold him off for the past seven laps despite him closing in fast due to the soft tyres he got when he pitted earlier. It's the last lap and he's only half a second behind you. Wait, scratch that. He's still half a second behind you. You continue to defend the inside, knowing that it's what he always goes for when overtaking.

You enter the last sector with a newfound sense of pride. You can almost see the checkered flag now. Almost taste the sweet, sweet victory on your tongue. But then. But then shit happens.

You don't know how the fuck, but Carlos is now wheel to wheel with you after turn 13.

Fucking soft tyres. Can't compete with a soft tyre when I have a medium one which hasn't been replaced in the past 28 laps!

You turn your head to his direction only to see him already looking at you. Even with a helmet on, you can see, feel, his smirk. His very, very insultingly sexy smirk. You never got the urge to smash his pretty face more than right now. And then, just then and there, he does something very very unexpected: he waves at you.

The next thing you know, you're in the DRS zone, he overtakes you by going for the outside, and he's the new race leader. On the last turn. Of the last lap. And then and then and then, like a dream come true, except the dream is actually a nightmare: he gets to the checkered flag first.

He wins.

And you lose to him.

Again.

f1

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f1 Smooth operator gets the trophy on his home race! 🏆

This marks Carlos Sainz's first win this season 💪

#F1 #Formula1 #SpanishGP

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f1thusiast HOLY SHIT THAT LAST FEW SECONDS WAS WILD 🤯

saint55 i fucking manifested this !!!!!!

mysf LETS GOOO FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE 🗣️

leclercsgf girl???????

mysf porsche doesn't have a tagline so 😭

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ynismybae Y/N was robbed button >>>>>

user1 good thing he beat that girl 👍👍👍 she doesn't belong there 🤮

ynbabes hOW ABOUT I BEAT YOUR MISOGYNISTIC SEXIST ASS

fiftyfive his adios to y/n before driving past her 💀

lilmissporsche porsche double podium yesss !!!

sincerelysainz FINAFUCKINGLYYYYYY

Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya • 05:33 PM

It's been almost six hours after the race. The energy in the paddock has since died down. The fans and audience already went on with their lives and only a few engineers and mechanics are walking to and from their starting points and destinations.

You, however, are still here. You walk under the orange-colored sky, taking in the mesmerizing hue of the natural canvas above you. The warm, gentle breeze softly kisses your face. You think of the race. Then the previous race and the one before that. The season. Your future. Your past. You think of everything and anything and inevitably end up thinking about . . . Ugh.

And of course, as if he read your mind, his figure—one so familiar to you you even see it vividly in your dreams sometimes—catches your eye.

There he was on a secluded corner, standing tall and... not alone. Even with the veil of the dusk, you can still see some action going on, like: 1) how his hands are frantically moving; and 2) how his lips, the lips you used to call home, is on another woman's.

Classic Sainz Jr.

You are about to look away when, like a really really sick joke, his eyes meet yours.

Okay, time to go!

Except you can't. Because, because... you don't know. You just can't.

So instead you act unfazed. Unbothered. Moisturized. In your lane. You may have lost in the race but you will win this IDGAF war.

You raise a brow at him. What? Do I look like I care?

You see the corner of his lips rise to form a smirk. That very insultingly sexy smirk. Then, he continues to kiss the girl in front him, all while never breaking his eye contact with you.

Jesus. He is enjoying this shit.

You roll your eyes and turn your heels away from where he stands. You resume walking towards the hotel where you should've been minutes ago.

You start to think once more. The race, the previous one, and the one before that. Your future and your past. Anything and everything. Then you think of him again. The man who stole your win. The boy who broke your heart.

God, he's such a dick.

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[monzabee]

hi lovely! you asked for recommendations so what are you into? what’s your fav guilty pleasure f1 tropes? also whose your drivers of choice!!! maybe like top four?- 👻

(im gonna make this a safe place by oversharing🤭i ADORE a good forbidden romance, rivals/enemies to lovers, and opposites attract BUTTT! here recently i’ve been reading more leclerc fics and the ones that speak to me the most are childhood best friends to lovers. there’s this fic i read a while ago where reader was actually arthur’s best friend who always had a crush on charles but he felt like he was ‘too old’ and kinda seen her as an annoying child who he loved in an almost familial way (or so he tried to convince himself) UNTIL she got a whole boyfriend then he was like all powdy and ‘woe is me!’ it was so good! loved it! 4+4!!! call it an ugly twink the way it cannot be topped!)

hello darling! honestly i'm down to read anything as long as it is not dark or triggering👀 my guilty pleasure trope has to be friends to lovers because yes it's basic but at the same time it is possible to add so much dimension?? also, i recently decided that i don't actually hate accidental pregnancy so that has been a real revelation when it comes to me reading stuff🫠

and forbidden romance??? oh i love me some forbidden romance with the angst, it always hits the spot🥲✌️ enemies to lovers will always be that girl for me, it never misses and the banter is always so top tier (don't even get me started on the nicknames i will scream😭) and that fic sounds like a good time?? do you have the name by any chance so i can get my daily dose of angst??👀 perhaps??👀

[yourstrqly]

a collection of all my work i've written over the years about a few f1/2 specimen (mostly my beloved aa23) to escape from the reality. i welcome any and every comment, thought and question of you <3

LOSE YOURSELF ! pierre and charles regularly share things with each other like a drink, food or interest but even for them its something new sharing a lover but they're are excellent in working together as a team for the shared cause: seeing you sing from their tongues and fingers ➛ smut

CRUSH CULTURE ! fans ship you with arthur leclerc while pierre's shooting heart eyes at you, a f1/2 photographer, who's his new (younger, unknown) girlfriend ➛ part two | smau

ON TOP OF THE WORLD ! in which y/n shares in an interview that she has a bf, people freak out and freak out a bit more when pictues surface of the so called playboy of the paddock, pierre gasly and herself ➛ smau

TROUBLEMAKER ! pierre likes oscar but the aussie's sister is more to his liking with her pretty sundress underneath him ➛ smut

COMING HOME ! in which you want to welcome your boyfriend pierre home with a plate of his favourite cake but he craves the sweetness of you more ➛ smut

SOMEONE ELSE ! people claim that fan favourite y/n is dating her partner josé but there's someone else who's already owner of her heart — and he's a ferrari driver named charles with the desire to crash out his competition ➛ smau

FADED ! sometimes it's better to let a fantasy go before it breaks your heart into pieces — or in which charles had a pr relationship w a model besides yours, letting you fading away ➛ fic

ADDICTED TO YOU ! sharing horny tweets is your favourite part time job, and your fans try to figure out who your situationship is with (alex and lily!) ➛ smau series

MISS GRUMPY AND HER SUNSHINE ! alex can be a pain in the ass, but he is your pain in the ass — or in which i showcase the grumpy x sunshine trope cause i'm a sucker for it ➛ two | fic

GOSSIP GIRL ! in which you could often spot the william's driver alex and his girlfriend holding each other in a close embrace whilst whispering about the newst gossip the grid had to offer ➛ fic

THOUGHT OF YOU ! you've never entertained the thought of having a child together but now it might be the right time ➛ fic

SPINNING THREADS ! upon learning that your fiance has betrayed your trust, you seek revenge and celebrate with your right hand alex and his lover george ➛ two | fic

DROWNING IN YOUR LOVE ! in which f1 royalty lewis hamiltons new girlfriend, who isn't a part of the royal british family anymore, hard launches their romance on instagram, shocking the community ➛ smau

LET ME ANSWER ! the possessiveness comes to the light when your ex won't stop calling you during sex with lewis ➛ smau

002. MASTERLISTS ! f1 . hotd . the rookie . football . singers/actors

devoted!kimi drawing his tattoos

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[shoot-the-oneshot]

Enemies to Lovers

Mick Schumacher x Senna reader F1 Romance trope Masterlist It was so hard writing Mick as anything but a sweetheart but i think it turned out great let me know what you think!

Next part lance stroll marriage of convenience

“A rivalry we thought we’d never see again folks, once again Schumacher vs Senna on the formula 1 circuit.”  You toned out the anouncers voice coming from everyone’s phone you passed with in three miles of the track, it was common for them to point out the renewed rivals ever since you got to F1 following your fathers foot steps it’s always been the headline. Not that you cared it was true after all.

The Emilia race always head tension for you and Schumacher, being where your father crashed, and media was all over it. Getting you both together for interviews ratings always spiked this time during the season for drama alone.

“Senna.”

“Mick.” Taking the spot next to him in front of the camera not bothering to look at him. He scoffed, “Didn’t know we were on a first name basis now Y/N” you shook your head in disagreement, “We aren’t, once you start driving like a Schumacher i’ll call you one.” You saw his shoulders puff up out of the corner of your eye.

“We’re here today with the Daughter of Aryton Senna and the son of Michael Schumacher the two greats back on track fighting for the chance to win.” You snicker at their intro speaking only loud enough for Mick to hear.

“I’m fighting to win you’re fighting to just get in the points.” Mick snarled gearing up for his own comment but the interviewer Sarah, finishing her intro innturupted him.

“So we are all excited for this race, but what are you two looking forward to most.” She nodded to the Hass driver to start who took the chance to clap back.

“Can’t wait to beat this one.” Nodding his head towards you that easy smile he uses to fool everyone into thinking he’s a sweetheart sliding across his face, sure as if. Laughing giving him a sympathetic pat on his arm. “Oh Mick they don’t have a place after last.”

“Bite me.” Growling through clenched teeth still pulled into a smile to save appearances. “Not even with your teeth.”

“Okay,” Sarah dragged out her words at your back and forth, flipping for another question.

“Y/n, you have been at the top of the standings since the first race of the season Leclerc a whole ninety points behind you how does it feel to be this close to a championship win?” Finally a good question.

“It feels incredible, this year with McLaren has felt amazing the car just clicks with me and we are all very excited to be a contender this year.” And it was true after your first year with Aston Martin then getting to McLaren the next it felt right you could feel it in your bones this was your year.

Sarah smiled satisfied with your answer then turned to your fellow driver. “Mick its been a rough start with you earning no points in your F1 career, but how are you and your team feeling about this upcoming race?” Mick shrugged and you could tell that talks of you getting this close to a championship bugged him. “Well we are working on the car I’m sure it would be easier to get points if my name opened doors to bigger teams.”

You laughed out loud at the supposed burn. “Oh Mick my last name doesn’t steer the car, and it doesn’t get you a better seat as you’re a prime example of.” By now you and Mick were in a stare down, interview be dammed.

“YYYY/NNNNN SSSEEEENNNAAAA!!!” You broke the glare to see your teammate Daniel shout your name, his smile easing your anger. He saw the tension rising and made the decision to separate you both. Daniel smiled over your shoulder to Sarah telling her some bull story about Zak needing you, but she bought it not one to outrank a principal.

You turned to Mick giving probably the fakest smile. “See ya when i lap you” he nodded clinching his jaw, blue eyes turning into daggers. “Go fuck yourself”

Dan started pulling you away but you shouted back over your shoulder.

“I’ll think of you when i do!” Throwing a finger wave in for extra effect. Successfully stunning Mick to silence. Y/n 1-0 Mick.

You walked away with your head held high glad to have gotten the last word while Dan stumbeld behind, “That was an interesting come back. Since when are you into mini Schu?” He spoke his brows practically in his hair line.

“Uh never! It was just to make him uncomfortable.” Appalled he would even consider you having any feeling other than hate for the Hass driver.

“Oh i definitely think his race suit is more uncomfortable now.” His statement made you stop in your track. “No way.” “Yes way.” Dan laughed. “You didnt see how he looked at you when you turned around.” He hummed and you both carried on walking.

“With distaste more than likely.” You scoffed.

“I think you’re just his taste actually.” He suddenly stopped grabbing your shoulders positioning you to look at the huge pictures of you and Mick side by side advertising the rivals.

“Look how cute you guys look together.” He cooed, laying his head on your shoulder, which you quickly shrugged off.

“Just saying the line between love and hate is very thin.” The space between his pintched fingers was minimal emphasizing his point, making you roll your eyes. The rest of the day was boring and you just wanted to get back to your hotel room and get ready for qualifying tomorrow.

you were already running late having slept through the first two alarms you set. You were distracted by tying your boots and hopping down the hallway at the same time, you didn’t have a chance to see who was in the elevator before the doors shut trapping you together.

“Senna.”

“Mickey.” You sighed knowing who’s voice that belonged to without having to turn around. “There’s no one else here you can drop the attitude without ruining your image.” Did he just sass you? You spun around about to give him a piece of your mind when the lights flickered, making you both freeze. The elevator jurked to a stop making you fall backwards into Micks chest.

His arms wrapped around your waist instinctively, holding you tight against him. “Uh Senna?” “Yeah?” You breathed out. You felt Micks breathing against your back the steady rise and fall distracting you along with Daniels words from yesterday.

“I think it’s safe now.” He softy spoke squeezing your hips making you jump out of his grasp and fix your shirt trying to appear unbothered. Mick smirked at you behind your back as he pressed the help button. Which gave an automated voice saying they will get to it as soon as possible, making both your spirits drop.

“Well get comfortable.” He said leaning against the wall across from you, sitting on the floor. You mimicked him redoing your hair into a messy bun on top of your head, holding the bill of your hat between you teeth, you breath involuntary caught in your throat as Mick leaned closer gently pulling your hat out from between your lips, holding it for you. With that sweet aggravating look of his.

“That’s not very lady like.” He teased, Dodging your hand that went to snatch your hat back. He leaned back tracing the logo and your number sewn on. He hated to admit it but it was kinda cool. “I’m a race car driver I’m not lady like.” You grumbled trying to reach for it again, falling and catching yourself before you fell on top of him, ending up nose to nose, were his eyes always that blue or was it lack of oxygen.

“Clearly.” He agreed, placing a hat on your head, Snapping you out of it. “Why does your hat say Y/n?” He asked confusing you, does he really not know. “It’s my name genius.” He rolled his eyes, “i know that by why not Senna.”  His question made you pause, were you both actually having a civil conversation and were you going to allow it.

“When Aston signed me they only called my Senna, but McLaren let me step out of my fathers shadow a bit and make my own name for myself not just my last name. I’m sure you understand.” Mick wasn’t expecting that much of an honest answer from you, he was waiting for you to tell him to mind his business, then a lightbulb went off in his head. “Wait, is that why you don’t call me Schumacher?”

You shrugged finding the loose string of your shirt very interesting. It was much easier being around him when you were bickering. Mick couldn’t believe it, what he thought was you disrespecting him was actually you being kind to him and being the only person not to connect his driving to his fathers, were you just defending yourself when he snapped back? he didn’t know how to feel.

“Now i feel like an ass for Calling you Senna.”

“Oh i definitely think you’re an ass.” You teased your cocky smile back on your face. There’s the Y/n he knew. Your escape wasn’t long after that and you practically sprinted to the track not noticing the hat on your head wasn’t yours at all and he had switched it with his Hass hat until the paparazzi posted the photo of you running and Mick smugly wearing your McLaren hat behind you, with the headline. ‘Rivals to lovers?’

You made pole position in the race a sweet victory for your team, you were laid in your room after media, typing away on YouTube like you always did for background noise, how you got onto Hass YouTube page you’ll ignore but you didnt notice it until a knock on your door sounded.

“There’s our future champion, woah do you have a boy over?!” Daniel sang, when you opened the door, your brows furrowed not realizing he could hear the tv. At the chance to embarrass you he pushed passed you expecting some Frenchman in your room coming up empty, then he saw what you were watching.

Raising his eyebrows he slowly spun to face you. “Oh, what a turn of events this is.”

“I dont know what you mean i didnt put it on!” You defended turning the tv off. “Sure you didnt.” He scoffed throwing the Hass hat on your bed from your dresser. “Means nothing.”

At his look you knew you had to explain. “We got trapped in the elevator he switched our hats that’s it.” He nodded along not believing a word. “And you talked to him?” “Words were probably exchanged.” You shrugged, Daniel was loving this, having already gotten the details from Vettel. The two drivers were your biggest shippers. Seb knowing how big of a crush Mick had on you from when you first joined F1, and Dan just loved the drama.

Just as he was about to tease you more your phone dinged. Making Dans eyes light up. “Is that him!” He squealed. “No.” You scoffed sighing when you looked at the screen dropping your arms to your side.

“It is him you’re blushing!” He gasped like a school girl. “It’s hot in here!” You denied but did feel butterflies at the congratulations text. “I want y’all’s kid named after me.”

Somehow you and Mick became friends carpooling from the hotels to track, interviews together now being about racing not just your names. The next race weekend you even had a Hass care package in your room from Mick saying his hat was your good luck charm. You won that race too, much to his amusement and he even scored in the points. The media loved the video of him spinning you around both covered in champagne.

The kiss you shared after your home win outed you both plus the photographs of you and Micks family on summer break did as well, his sister posting on social media a photo of a tense chess match between you and her brother with the caption ‘rivals on and off the track’ made the fans lose their minds.

Now seated next to each other during a press conference the other drivers teasing you seeing the heart eyes you both shared between questions. “Question for Y/n, with both you and Mick, having big names in F1 who’s name would you take if you get married?”

“Mine.” “Mine” you and Mick answered simultaneously. Making the room laugh. Mick who tried to seem serious, looked at you. “What about when we have kids they would have my name.” He laughed. And you shrugged playing along.

“Technically one already has Daniels name.” Making his eyes widen. And Daniel fall to the floor from somewhere behind the reporters. “Excuse me!”

“How about whoever has the most championships by the time we have kids that’s the name they get.” You offered knowing you were one race away from winning your first. Making Mick shake his head fondly at your antics. You humor and teasing that used to drive him up the wall now was his favorite thing about you, he loved it.

“Deal.”

That press conference ended up having the highest views in history because there’s only one thing people and Daniel and Seb loved more that rivals and it’s the story of enemies to lovers.

Next up. Lance stroll as marriage of convenience

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[paddockbunny]

I’m just going to reblog this because I posted it at a strange time

“I don’t fraternise with drivers” - Part 3

Summary: CAUGHT! You were caught as soon as you exited Max's drivers room after giving him a pre-race blowjob. But, although it turned out to be a HUGE mistake coming all the way to Budapest for a race, the trip isn't all wasted when he gets out of the post race dinner and comes straight to you to celebrate. Pairing : Max Verstappen x Reader Rating :18+. Word Count: 5, 670 Trigger Warnings : NSFW, 18+, adult content, adult language, Christian Horner, PinV sex, protected sex, oral female receiving, angst, sad family dynamic vibes, caught (Idk if thats a trigger but it might be) 💞READ PART 1 HERE // READ PART TWO HERE

The moment you left Max’s drivers room, in desperate search for an iced coffee, you heard a familiar voice call your name from behind and you felt your body tensing. “Y/N!” She said with a shout. “What are you doing here?” Geraldine was rushing towards you as fast as her little legs in a pair of ridiculous wedges could carry her. It had to be her that brought you crashing back down to reality. You had been on such a high after blowing Max in his drivers room that you momentarily forgot that your father didn’t know you were here and all caution about strolling through his workplace had evidently completely abandoned you. When you heard your stepmothers voice it had really snapped you straight back to reality and all confidence could have been zapped right out of your soul. Still, the excitement for the fact you were positive Max would be turning up at your hotel room later after he won the race – something else you were fairly certain of – lingered under the surface and you pushed this new found stress over getting caught out of your mind.

Geri linked her arm in yours and smirked before informing you that your father would be happy to see you – you seriously doubted it - and then the awkward question about how you had a VIP lanyard around your neck arose. You could lie and make something up on the spot but then you figured she would see right through that. So you told her a version of the truth. “Uh, Max invited me.” Geri immediately stopped walking and her hand grasped hold of your wrist. You knew from the expression plastered all over her face that your confession excited her and her mind was no doubt running away with her so you swiftly put an end to that. “I told Max that my dad doesn’t like me around the races and so he invited me. Nothing else to it.” You shrugged and played the whole thing down. Geri knew your father’s stance of you being in the paddock and so you said your father didn’t want you around so freely. Besides, you weren’t going to tell her that you had just had Max’s cock shoved down your throat. She eyed you suspiciously but relinked her arm in yours and lead you back toward the area of which you had just came. As Geri pulled you down the corridor and into the garage you heard your father before you saw him.

“Look who’s here…” Geri stated and thrust you in front of her. Your father’s face remained stony and an uneasy feeling descended between the pair of you as you stood and stared at each other. You observed him as he put his hands on his hips and seemed to grit his teeth. He wasn’t happy. That much was very, very clear. In fact it was so obvious that the sentiment behind him all but banning you from the paddock a few years ago still very much stood and he hadn’t changed his mind. It should have upset you – how much he didn’t trust you – if you hadn’t already had his golden boy driver behind his back so you had had your metaphorical revenge. You tried not to smirk as the memory of fucking Max in your fathers Aston Martin a few weeks ago breezed through your mind but you held it together and closed the space between your father and you.

“Hi.” You stated with fake cheeriness. “How…” He laughed off the sudden concern in his voice “You’re here?” concern was replaced by feigned surprise. “Yeah, uh after the summer shindig, Max invited me.” As he had faked his shock, you faked your breezy confidence. You saw your father’s eyes narrow at you and as if you had turned into a mind reader you thought perhaps he was going to scold you publicly for accepting the invitation extended by his driver. However, he put that fake sounding voice he did when he was trying not to lose his shit in front of the media, the one usually reserved for Toto Wolff.   “That was nice of him.” It was exactly how you were expecting it to sound but perhaps laced with more bluntness than you were expecting. Regardless, it was still a tone you were very used to him talking to you in so you done you’re usual and simply bit your tongue. “I will have to thank him.” You could practically hear his teeth grinding.

“I told him you wouldn’t be happy.” You didn’t say it so he would hear you. You said it under your breath and he just happened to hear you. And it was clear from the sideways glance that he did. There was a sudden twinge in your stomach. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of the situation but then perhaps it was just because you had never felt so unwelcome like you did right now, ever before. Geri had made the mistake of underestimating how much your father really, really didn’t want you involved in this aspect of his life – if not all aspects but that was what happened when you were the child of the failed first marriage and therefore could only milk the situation for the connections your surname could bring you.

After a lengthy pause, you bit the inside of your cheek and swallowed nervously. He didn’t seem interested in introducing you to anyone or telling you where to watch the race from so you did the only thing you knew would make this less awkward.

“Anyway, I uh…I’m not staying. I have a headache so I’m just going to head back to my hotel. Have a good race.” You stated, trying to muster as much enthusiasm as you could before turning. You really had just got here and you knew how lucky you were to have the pass swinging around your neck. But the fact you were so unwelcome really did hit you through the core. It was awkward and uncomfortable and all you wanted to do was get out of there as fast as you could. You wanted to see Max win, you wanted to cheer him on and then celebrate with him privately later, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stay. You could always catch another race another year; he probably wouldn’t even care if you had seen this one. It wasn’t as if you were his girlfriend, you were just a fuck buddy. You saw the look on Geri’s face as you walked passed her. It was sympathetic and as if she didn’t know what the outcome of this would have been all along. Even if you couldn’t exactly blame her for thinking he perhaps might have changed now you were here, at a race. You knew exactly how stubborn your father could be. Fuck, when you got into Oxford he wanted to send you Edinburgh instead because it would cost less and it took Geri suggestion she pay your tuition fees for him to stop being a dick. The thing was, you could understand it if you had done something, said something or acted out in anyway to warrant such distrust in him but up until that summer BBQ there was nothing in your past that explained his attitude toward you. As you walked out while others were rushing in you glanced to your right at the wrong time and your eyes locked on familiar ones. They were determined ones. Ready and prepared to stroll into the garage as if he owned it, get in the car and drive it like his life depended on it. In many ways a stark contrast to how you had been treated and you had thought may times how it was ironic that you were fucking the man you knew your father wished was his own son. It was a few seconds before you turned away and continued walking away down the paddock. Max had to have seen the look written all over your face and while cascades of people were all buzzing to get up to hospitality and watch from their perfectly selected view above the pits, you were heading out of the area completely.

*

You never actually watched races. You heard about them and saw the updates on your phone but you never sat down and watched them. It wasn’t that you had no interest – you actually did rather like motor racing in general – but it was easier that way to distance yourself from feeling left out. But today, you turned the hotel room television on to a sports channel. Initially you thought you’d just have it on in the background as you did something else but slowly you began watching it and even willing Max to do well. With six laps till the finish, Max was sitting on Charles Leclerc’s tail. He tried several times to get him but the Ferrari driver seemed to continually have him covered. You glanced down at your phone and thought of what you would text him if he didn’t win. If you wanted him to still come and have a consoled fuck or if you kept up with the lie of having a headache and patched him off. But you ignored the thought because you had faith in him. Your hands clasped together in front of your face as you mumbled positive words of affirmation that he could do it while your heart thundered in your chest. And then, with two laps remaining, Max passed Charles on the long straight and you practically yelped and leaped off of the edge of the bed. Charles fought back, pushing hard on each gap he thought was open to him but as they came flying round the last corner on the very last lap of the race, Max pulled ahead and crossed the line first. He had won and you were glad you didn’t need to text him after all – even if you were the one going to be in a worse mood and would need cheering up.

*

Hours passed with only a text from Max telling you he would be on his way soon. You had made sure you looked pretty for him, redoing little bits of hair that had lost their curl and fixing a bit of make-up here and there. You had never done that for a guy before. Thought about what they would think when they saw you and felt like it was beyond ridiculous that you should be doing it now but for some reason you wanted too. You wanted to look nice for him, for Max. You had chosen red lingerie and put it on first but then as you looked at yourself you thought it was a terrible choice. He had spent so long behind a red car this afternoon he wouldn’t want to see red when he undressed you. So you selected your black set instead. It made your boobs look better anyway so you figured he would like it. And once it was on, you pulled on a hotel robe. You entertained the idea of getting dressed but what was the point? He was only going to take it all off anyway. Then, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

It was nearly two hours from when he had sent the message. He hadn’t done press yet and that took a while from what you heard. Then there was always some briefing thing after that that you knew only because you father complained a lot about it if the race hadn’t gone well. So although you felt anxious he wasn’t going to turn up at all and you had come all the way to Budapest for absolutely nothing, you opened the bottle of champagne and started drinking it – just in case.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there was a heavy knock upon the door and it was as if all the days’ issues had completely melted away. You knew it was him from just his knock. It was so distinctively Max like that you just knew and all of the feelings of being rejected, hurt and embarrassed earlier were replaced by excitement, thrill and lust. You hurried to the door simply because didn’t want anyone to see him there waiting let alone have him think that you were getting cold feet. A quick glance through the peephole confirmed it was him. He stood with his head tilted down slightly but you knew it was him so with a slightly shaky had you pushed down the handle of the door and pulled it open immediately. The same rush of excitement that coursed through your body was evidently coursing through his and displayed for you see as a smirk dancing upon his lips. It was then, as you observed his eyes trail down over your body, that you realised you hadn’t tied the belt on the robe and were giving him an eyeful of the lingerie you had chosen just for him. Without knowing where the sudden confidence and boldness came from, you simply stated; “You don’t have to window shop.” And Max crossed the threshold from the hotel corridor into your room easily upon hearing your words.

“Champagne?” He said as you unzipped his Red Bull team jacket and started slowly peeling it off his body. “I thought you could spray it over me.” A slight breezy chuckle left you and he matched it by laughing loudly. As his jacket fell with a thud on to the plush carpeted flooring he mimicked your actions and pushed off the fluffy hotel robe. As he did so, you realised you weren’t sure if it was the sudden temperature change from being disrobed or if your body was reacting to being this naked in front of him because sudden Goosebumps appeared across your skin. Back when you realised he was casting his eyes up and you’re your body at the door, it dawned on you this was the first time he was seeing you so undressed. The time in the car, sure he had lifted your dress and watched your pussy take his cock, but you were still pretty clothed. And earlier when you blew him you kept all your clothes in situ so he hadn’t even had a peek then. But now, as he took in the lingerie he clearly knew you had chosen for him, a rush of nerves hit you. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if he liked bigger boobs or a smaller butt? What if he didn’t like your waist or thought your thighs were too big or too small? You swallowed and thought he wouldn’t have come here if he didn’t find you attractive, chalking your anxieties back to how you felt earlier in the day and ordering yourself not to impose them upon Max. And then, as if he could read your mind, Max cupped your cheek and just before he kissed you whispered; “You’re beautiful” against your lips.

Floating. That was how you could describe Max Verstappen’s kiss. You felt like you were floating. Softly, gently, as if every little corner of your body was being elevated into some strange place you had never been before. No one had ever kissed you like he did. His pillow-y, pouty mouth could take you somewhere otherworldly and when his tongue danced across yours you felt your stomach do an excited flip. A surge of electricity run up your spine when his hands engulfed your waist and you felt his fingertips dip and toy with the lace sides of your though. A short exhaled breath pouring into him as you pressed against his body and felt his heat radiating from him. That simmer of electric feeling switched directions and instead of going up your spine, it now travelled south and directly between your thighs. It was your body’s way of telling you hot badly you needed him there, between your legs.

“Max…” You moaned his name and he turned the pair of you around so the bed was directly behind you. It was hard to ignore the fact he had managed to guide you over to it, the back of your legs hitting it first. But you remembered that he had won earlier and it should have been him getting a celebratory repeat of the blowjob you had given him before the race. Then you realised as he slowly sat you down and got on to his knees, getting his own pleasure was the furthest thing from his mind.

If you could describe Max as a good kisser, you didn’t think there were words in the English language – or any other for that fact – that could describe how phenomenal he was at head. Max had pulled down your panties so tantalisingly slowly that you thought you might actually have a coronary your heart was pounding that fast. And the tender kisses he placed all along your thighs, hips and stomach made the panic of self doubt you felt moments earlier disappear. But that first contact of his mouth – specifically of his tongue – upon your already slick folds made a loud gasp leave your parted lips followed quickly by his name. You couldn’t think of anything other than him as his tongue pressed flat strong strips through your folds, lapping at your juices, before teasing your sensitive clit with the very tip of his tongue. Your bottom lip became a barrier for your teeth as you sunk them into it, holding back a jumble of sighs moans and gasps for him, as an encouragement to keep going. Every now and then an unsteady cry of; “fuck!”, “oh my god” & “right there” managed to spill out. You swore you could feel him smirking against you as he introduced his fingers and delicately rubbed your aching clit with quick paced circles. As you knew your release was fast approaching you glanced down to see his eyes staring straight back at you and you instantly knew what he was doing. He wanted to watch as your orgasm ripped through you just like you had done to him earlier in the day when your eyes stayed glued to him while he came in your mouth. And then you knew the realisation of you knowing what he was doing hit him and his fingers halted their action – replaced by his tongue, again – and moved further down, teasing at your entrance so much so that you begged for him. And his name followed by a breathy; “please” was a good enough request to him so in response he pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them up so they could press against the tender fleshly bump of your g-spot and resume his task in making you cum for him.

“Max…” Your fingers found his hair and weaved into hold on as the fingers on the other hand found the bed sheets. The added sensation of his fingers inside of you was too much and you were too sensitive. You were fighting with to cling on to the edge Max was driving you toward, not yet ready to fully let go and not wanting to give in too soon – the sensation too overwhelmingly delicious for you to succumb to. But after hearing him let out a pleased, smug laugh, you did indeed succumb and your orgasm tore through all of your sensitive nerves.

As you thighs still trembled you glanced down to see Max pulling off his Red Bull issue polo and toss it away from him. The metaphor of the action was not lost on you. You read the tossing of the shirt as the last tie of anything team related between the pair of you. The last shred of a barrier or remembrance of who he was and who you were, removed. It made a smile flutter across your lips and Max smirked.

“Was it that good? Huh?” He was cockily referring to his own oral skills and as your eyes trailed down his body to settle on the work his hands were now making of his jeans – the ones harbouring a very obvious, strained, hard cock within them – you bit your lip and nodded. It was perhaps the first time in your life that you had ever been at a loss for words. He rendered you speechless. Your eyes went back to focusing on him ridding himself of his jeans and your mouth practically salivated as his thick, girthy cock was finally set free. Then you watched as he grabbed his jeans again and pulled something out of the pocket of them. A blue square foil wrapper. A condom. You hadn’t used one in the car that day and so you weren’t sure of what to make of him tearing open the packet, removing its contents and slowly unfurling it as he rolled it down himself. You weren’t sure if you should feel glad or relieved by him taking precautions like this or if you should be confused as to why it was so important for him now? This was just sex, right. You told yourself that over and over in your mind and condoms shouldn’t mean anything other than no babies, no STI’s and yet you couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t trust you.

“I’m clean…” It came rushing out of you. “I know I uh….” Did you just make him nervous? Was he clean? Did the way he stuttered mean he was sleeping around or at least more than what a guy his age and standing should? “I uh, we don’t need a surprise. I don’t think a Horner Verstappen baby would be best for either of us right now.” So it was about what could have been produced from the pair of you having sex that was what he was concerned with and slowly you relaxed. Perhaps it had been a little risky that day you climbed on top of him and rode him till he came inside of you. The fact he had thought about this and had the condom so handy was also sort of sweet, in a weird way. Still, you would have liked to be a part of that discussion so you didn’t automatically think the worst. And then the tiny little thought of how it would have felt to have been knocked up by Max Verstappen and have to tell your father entered your head. You almost giggled the thought of his eldest, sort of unwanted child getting pregnant by his golden boy driver at the pinnacle of his career.

As you allowed the thought to linger just for a moment Max tenderly reached out and caressed your cheek and it brought you back into reality. “Do you still want to? I should have asked, mentioned the condom before, I just…” Your lips cut him off. “It’s the sweetest thing any guy has ever done for me. Thought about me like that, protecting me.” You whispered and although he moved fractionally so he could look in your eyes you didn’t want to look at him in case he saw too much of your soul in that moment. In your mind, this was going to be pure unadulterated fucking. It was going to be hot, sweaty, dirty sex. But now, after the slight kind benevolence Max had shown to you seemed to take on a more romantic, caring tone. As his lips glided across yours and you felt him repositioning you – opening your hips up so he could comfortably slide between them – you couldn’t help but feel a strange calmness deep in your soul.

The sex between you and Max in the car could now be described as an urge, an itch that you just had to scratch, but this, right now, felt like something else entirely. Perhaps dare you say it, maybe there were feelings involved. As Max positioned the tip of his sheathed cock at your entrance his fingers linked with yours at the side of your head. You turned your head to look at how well your hand fit in his, how little it felt in his and how his fingers looped with yours perfectly. “y/n, look at me.” He brought you back to him and as soon as your eyes were locked on his he pushed inside of you. The stretch of his cock made your mouth fall open and whatever noise came out of you was matched by a heavy groan from him. Max stayed there for a while before moving and when he delved back in he felt even deeper than before and you grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Fuck, I forgot how tight you are.” Your nails dug into his skin as he quickly began setting a steady pace and somehow, Max realised you were still in the black lace bra and he didn’t like that so he pulled down the flimsy bit of material and your back arched as he dipped his head down and captured your nipple in his mouth. As he rolled it between his teeth he quickened his pace and you couldn’t help but moan his name loudly. It came pouring out of you and suddenly something inside of you seemed to click and your hands fell down toward his butt and encouraged him with a quick; “harder”

As Max practically fucked you into the mattress his breath was hot on your neck as he pounded away mercilessly. But then he changed up the pace all of a sudden and sat upright, using his impressive strength to pull you up with him, he stayed situated inside of you. The change of position meant his cock was able to hit that sweet spot his fingers had done earlier. Max used the new position to undo the bra that had annoyed him earlier and you were thankful of him for doing it as soon as your boobs brushed against his chest and you now felt like you could take control. As your legs were now wrapped around Max’s waist and you were able to grind down on him it wasn’t long until you were beginning to edge closer to your high. Max ordered you to look at him again and there was something about looking directly into his eyes that was almost enough to get you get you off all by itself. And yet, Max didn’t let up. While his blue as the ocean eyes stared into yours he kept bucking his hips up you met him with every thrust.

“Max….” You panted when you felt yourself start hurtling toward an orgasm and repeated his name over and over again before his lips found yours and kissed with everything he had. His lips stayed moving rhythmically you’re your own hungrily devoured every moan, sigh and gasp that came out of you as finally, as you felt yourself loose control and your climax came crashing upon you. It felt like electricity sparking all over your body and your whole body shook as he continued fucking you through your high. You could feel your walls constricting around him and the added feeling was clearly enough to have him following your high with his own. Your name flowed from him and into your ear and as much as he gave you a physical orgasm he was giving you a mental one in that second, to know you were the one making him feel that incredible orgasmic high was everything to you.

*

You had nipped to the bathroom and returned to find a butt ass naked Max out of the bed and pouring himself a glass of the champagne that you had ordered to the room to celebrate his win. “Did you see the overtake on Charles?” He asked as you watched him pour the golden liquid and glace over toward you. You nodded and hopped he wouldn’t ask why you hadn’t been there to see it – because you knew he probably knew you had left after the shit that transpired after you left him in his drivers room – so decided to congratulate him overall. “What does it feel like?” You asked as you crossed the room and he topped your glass up for you. "Winning, what does it feel like?" You added as Max smiled broadly and tried to register the question you were asking him. He bit his lip and pressed your full champagne flute into your hand before answering.

“It's like an orgasm. Nothing feels better in the whole world. The building feeling, the electricity that courses through your veins and the ultimate rush of pure fire that you get as you cum is exactly what it feels like to cross the finish line as a winner.” His eyes cast down over your face, drinking in your eyes and your mouth before continuing down your naked body again and such a simple action was so effective because you could feel yourself get wet again from just the look alone. But just as you were about to practically beg him to fuck you again, there was a loud series of knocks on your door. “Are you expecting…” “No.” You stated immediately and felt a horrible sinking descend over you like a black cloud.

You grabbed the robe that Max had rid you of nearly an hour ago and hurried as you pulled it on your body on your way to the door. Pressing your cheek to the door to see through the peephole your stomach twisted in a tight knot. As soon you turned Max looked at you and he knew instantly what set you on edge.

“No.” He furrowed his brow then it dawned on him and his face turned into one of horror. You grabbed his jacket and shoved it under the disrupted bedding and hoped it was enough of a mess to conceal it. You watched as Max grabbed his jeans and his polo and practically sprinted into the bathroom as you collected yourself, trying to steady your breathing and clam your shaking hand. And then you opened the door to your father and Geri. You met her eyes first and then glanced over to your dad who clearly seemed corralled into coming here by his wife. It wasn’t until you saw Geri glance into the room behind you that you remembered she asked where you were staying and if you had booked into the team hotel, to which you stupidly replied with the name of the stupidly expensive hotel that you had checked into instead and that was how they were now standing outside in said hotel’s hallway. Then it hit you how lucky you were they didn’t turn up earlier because they would have most certainly heard you and Max fucking and that would have created a total shit storm of which you weren’t sure you were able to deal with right now. 

“We came to check on you. See if you wanted to come for dinner.” You were sure your dad didn’t want to come check on you and you were certain he didn’t want you to come for dinner either. “But, you don’t look very well.” He added. “I hope it’s not catching.” And you figured it was a rather random comment but then your attention turned to Geri. She seemed to be focusing something on the floor behind you and you were hoping it wasn’t a forgotten item of clothing. The moment seemed to take an eternity to pass. Your lungs ached at how you hadn't taken a breath since opening the door. You felt headrush as if you had gotten up too quickly but all you were doing was clinging to the door for support. Then thankfully, as if she could register your awkwardness she finally broke the tension filled silence - you had already gathered this would have been her idea, your father inviting you to the team dinner, considering he couldn't even bare to have you watch the race from the paddock. “Anyway, you probably should go back to bed. Try getting a little better.” She tugged on your fathers arm and usually it would be an action you would have rolled your eyes at but for some reason – probably enhanced by the weird look she was giving you – you let it be and said a quick goodbye while closing the door.

As you turned you immediately saw what it was that Geri had been staring at. The small, blue foil wrapper lying on the carpet. Fuck. And as if the universe was trying to fuck with you even more, your phone pinged on the nightstand and you went straight to it, practically tripping over your own feet to reach it. Before you could unlock it however, Max strolled out of the bathroom. He was still completely naked and so you gathered he trusted you enough to save his bacon with your father – which you had done without even saying a word. Momentarily you found yourself amused and couldn’t fight the urge to admire the thickness of his cock before you swiftly turned attention back to your phone. You gave Max one quick glance before you opened the message from Geri, which you read aloud. “Say Hi to Max. Don’t worry, I won't tell your father. At least your being safe.” He looked at you confused before you explained whom exactly the message was from. Then you slowly bent down, picked up the condom wrapper and his mouth parted as his eyes looked toward the door and he realised there was no way she could have missed it. Both of you just needed to pray your dad had. And then all of a sudden you remembered your father saying something about he hoped your headache wasn’t catching.

“What was your excuse for not going to the team dinner?” “I had a headache.” Immediately your head tipped back and you groaned out a long exhaled; “fuck!” You were about to start freaking out. He couldn't have claimed he was exhausted or he felt sick? He had to go with headache? It was almost like the universe was fucking with you. Your father HAD to know, contrary to popular belief he wasn't dumb and was probably putting two and two together. Not helped by your overeager stepmother continually trying to set Max and you up. You figured you had to send Max away back to the Red Bull hotel, save his skin for him because if your father had worked it out from the pair of you having headaches at the exact same time, there were going to be fireworks. And right as panic started coursing through you, Max dropped his clothes back on to the floor and strolled over to you. His hands slowly went down your arms and his gentle voice asked you to look at him, which you did with slight apprehension. But you were instantly caught off guard because he was smirking and looked overwhelmingly chuffed with himself. His head tilted back and you had never seen someone exude so much confidence.

“Better get a round two in then…before your father cuts my balls off.”  

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