Formula One ✩ M.list

you belong with me

plot : having oscar piastri as a neighbour and best friend was great, supporting him from the sidelines, everything was fine even when the feelings was just one sided…. or so was it?

pairing : oscar piastri x reader! lando norris x reader! platonic

warnings: slight angst, fluff! mainly inspired by you belong with me by taylor swift

growing up with oscar piastri as your neighbour had been a core memory, you would remember communicating with him through windows, yes windows.

the first time you moved in to his neighbourhood, you were just a girl who had moved from singapore to australia and had zero friends, you had to restart your whole life in another country

of course, your parents had opted to let you settle down for a few weeks before starting school, which led most of your days spying on your neighbour’s family and just casual people watching

the piastri family, just a normal family who had 3 little sisters and him, oscar piastri being the eldest in the family. you would notice him arriving home with his mum by his side in his karting suit, enraged sometimes, happy too.

it was a sight to see, your dad had allocated your study table right in front of your window and what a coincidence it was that just in-front of you was his room.

It was a shock of course to him when he noticed you flipping through your books (or so he thought), and the moment you had your head up to do some stretchings , the both of you had a few seconds eye contact and smiled.

you didn’t pay much attention because as much as your heart was jumping around, it was a tad bit awkward, but you notice a motion that he was scribbling on something, and a few minutes later a sketchbook was seen holding up by him

“just moved in?”

you nodded your head, you looked around and grab some empty pieces of paper and a black marker

he then wrote a few more sentences, “i’m oscar, what about you?”

“y/n, just moved here from singapore!” with that information he absorbed , he made an ‘o’- shaped mouth, and went back to scribbling a few more sentences

“any plans right now?” of course, you shook your head

“do you wanna grab dinner?” was written on oscar’s sketchbook, he then held up an ‘OK’ hand motion along with a thumbs up and thumbs down which then u gave him a thumbs up

and from that day on, you made your first friend who then became your best friend who then became your first love.

“let’s just go to at least one race, y/n! you’ve been there for me since formula 3, won’t seeing me race in formula 1 in real life make you happy?” his voice speak through your phone that was placed on your bed

you were currently cleaning up your room while being on-call with oscar, even-though the both of you were neighbours and he could technically come over and talk to you physically in your room, he was sadly grounded.

so there he was, sitting on the ledge of his window, being on call with you at the same time just watching you moving around your room.

“osc you’ll be traveling across the world, my dad’s gonna kill me if i’m skipping school, lily’s gonna be with you”

Lily zheimer is Oscar’s girlfriend, you had found out when Oscar had asked for your guidance to assist him in his prom-posals which you did so (stupidly), you had been there for Oscar when the both of them had fights, of course you were the one consoling him even-though you could hear bit by bit pieces of your heart breaking apart.

“it’ll be great if you will be there too, you’re my best friend after all” and yet again, just a best friend

dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that

you’re looking for has been here the whole time

“lily’s gonna be fuming if i’m there, you know the both of us don’t get along, let’s not do that Osc”

as much as you were kind to lily, she had been against of Oscar’s friendship with you since day one, oscar would missed out on the days where the both of you had planned to hang out and every-time you smiled to lily it wasn’t reciprocated back instead she would give you an eye roll.

you never understood why lily hated you, or disliked? you gave space to oscar whenever he’s out with lily and you’re not that type of girl best-friend who’s all up in Oscar’s business. Oscar had assured you multiple times that lily would get over it (which she didn’t and it’s been years).

lily zheimer was the stereotypical popular girl in your school, meanwhile you were just an average student who had few friends because to be fair you’d rather have an average life rather than being popular.

except she wasn’t the typical popular girl who’s a cheerleader, she was the smartest in your school, you did admire her, she’s a beauty with brain. were you ever jealous of her beauty? of course, but what you were jealous the most was the way oscar looked at her.

The way Oscar looked at her was as if he could see his whole future planned out with her, and THAT was the way you looked at Oscar, and this is of course a typical best-friend unrequited love.

“my parents will be following y/n, you can tag along with them, just one race please” you stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, he was literally pleading with his hands together begging you

“fine, i’ll go to one race osc”

you could hear oscar shouted “YES” and a moment later you heard your phone notification went off and it was Oscar’s mum

“so glad that you’re coming along, y/n! girl’s day for us 🥰” to which you laughed and let oscar know

“your mum just texted me osc, that was fast”

“yeah she loves you y/n, i have enough sisters already but she already is claiming you to be her daughter. At this point even my sisters prefers your existence more than me” to which he flipped you off and rolled his eyes jokingly

“fuck you osc, i’ll take back whatever i said about attending” and there it was the beeping of an ending call

and the next moment you heard him shout across the window, “don’t even think about it, I’m grounded right now, I’ll literally stormed to your front door in 2 days if you decides to back out” and closed his windows

it’s the day of the australian grand prix, you were granted the 3 days paddock pass by mclaren as oscar’s guests.

osc and lily had of course arrived the paddock together, meanwhile you arrived with oscar parents.

few fans had recognised you as oscar’s best friend, and you being nice had small talks with them, it was the first time you could see the amount of fans oscar had and you felt so proud of him, of the journey you had seen him grew up with.

you were just walking around the paddock, this wasn’t the first time you were in the paddock but it was the first time you were in a formula one grand prix.

you spotted oscar’s team mate lando norris scooting around the paddock and remembered the first time oscar told you about him. He was exactly how oscar described him.

curls, a smiley person, and of course sarcastic.

you noticed lando was heading towards your direction and stopped exactly infront of you, “you must be oscar’s girlfriend right?”

you had a confused face on and laughed, “no that’s lily, i’m his best friend”

“oh, my bad. I’m sure you know about me from oscar?” he held his hands out, and you shook his hands

“yeah, lando right? i’m y/n”

“are you searching for him?” Lando asked you noticing you were walking around the paddock without him

you shook your head “i’m just familiarising myself, was a-bit bored. Oscar’s a-bit busy right now”

“well then i’ll be your guide for the day, y/n” this time lando walked the same pace as you, completely abandoning his scooter by the side of the hospitality.

By the end of the day, you were well contented with Lando’s presence with you, he had introduced you to a few of his friends and some of the grid drivers. Oscar had warned you about lando’s past, stereotypically his flirty personality.

You had seen his flirty traits but you couldn’t care less, instead lando seems like a long-lost friend you’ve never met.

“thanks lando for giving me a great tour of the paddock, i shall do the same to you whenever you’re in singapore! i know some great places that you’d take pictures with your leica!” the both of you were sat in the hospitality with an ice cream in both of your hands.

“well that’s a promise then, oscar’s probably done right now, i guess it’s my turn, i’ll see you around?”

you smiled and nodded your head, “i’ll be around, can’t get rid of me that easily”

landonorris started following you

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“you’re getting cozy with lando, y/n” lily’s voice caught your attention

“he’s a great friend, plus he takes great care of osc” answering to her remarks and getting back your attention to your phone

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you, would not want to tame osc reputation or image” lily shrugged her shoulder

you sighed, you knew when oscar left you with lily, this conversation is bound to happen

“lily, i don’t have an idea on why you’re so against of osc and i’s friendship, you’re the one who has osc head over heels for you. if I were you, I would have just choose to mind my own business, but clearly you can’t seem to do that?”

packing your things up, within the timespan u were packing oscar came to the both of you

“hey i was about to ask, let’s grab dinner together” until he saw you packing ur items in a rushed state

“sorry oscar, another day, i’m not really feeling well” giving him a soft smile and hugging him, bidding him a goodbye

it’s true, you’ve been coughing the whole day and your body has been feeling rather heaty

oscar sighed and faced lily, “what did you say to her this time?”

while walking your way to the hotel, your phone ringed multiple times, and with the distinguished ringtone you knew it was oscar

“finally you’ve answered, lily told me what happened! Look i am sorry alright, i’ve already told lily to be mindful of her words, now can you please follow us to dinner? mom wants you there”

stopping in your tracks, you can’t help but to feel that oscar had never once considered about how you felt about the situation between him and lily

“osc, i’m tired. Have you ever considered talking to me about how i felt about this too? Let me have a break tonight, I’m unwell”

Oscar could been heard walking himself out of the noisy room he was in, and sighed , “i’m coming in few minutes, we’ll talk this out”

“oscar that’s not what i meant” with that he ended the call

you’re pacing around your room, mind clouding with all the possible outcome and the fallout between you and oscar.

the both of you were inseparable since young and to think that a situation like this would actually be a reason of a fallout, aches you.

then you heard a knock, specifically four knocks. Four knocks was oscar way of telling you he’s here whenever he’s over at your house.

you walked towards the door half expecting lily and him at the door, amazed that it was just him this time.

he welcomed himself in and sat on the hotel sofa that was provided in your room, “we’re gonna solve this today, no one is leaving”

this is gonna be a long day.

sighing, you made your way to the empty spot next to him

“there’s nothing to talk about oscar, i was just feeling unwell to attend the dinner. nothing serious, see?” shoving him your proof of the thermometer that you’d just used a few minutes ago

“i’m sorry about lily, i know she doesn’t like you but i’m fixing this okay y/n. I really do want the both of you to get along well!”

sometimes, fixing is never a solution, especially when it comes to these scenarios

“Oscar, don’t waste your time fixing this. she’ll never like me, you’ll have to understand that”

oscar seems confuse with the sentence that had came out of your mouth, “ what do you mean, never.. y/n?”

“oscar, i like you. I’ve been liking you ever-since I’ve gotten to know you. You’re not required to like me back, so don’t bother, but i know lily knows this, that’s probably why she’s protective of you oscar”

the information that was said out by you made oscar shocked and still. This was how he had always reacted to news, be it great or bad news.

“i was probably crazy when i agreed on helping you with your promposal to lily, but you were happy osc. The other times you were so happy was when you won during your races, and i would do anything to just see you, my best friend be happy. I was dumb, i probably thought it was going to get away, i mean that’s what y/bff/n says. Just a small crush, but it’s been years and it’s still the same.”

this time you had to pause whatever you’re saying because you felt tears brimming in the corner of your eyes.

can’t you see that i’m the one who understands you

been here all along, so why can’t you see?

“you made me happy oscar, and i’m happy we’ve met. Things will be awkward afterwards but i’m always here, osc. Lily’s great, she makes you feel happy, and i like that for her. She makes you feel like there is something to actually look forward to every single day, and i wish i had that in me.”

Oscar shifted his sit towards you, and glanced at you, “ i have no idea, y/n..”

well yeah, no shit. he was crazy for lily, of course he had no idea.

“that’s fine osc-“ before completing your sentence, oscar had cut you off

“ i liked you, i did, but when lily came it made me feel different. I never knew you liked me, y/n. This could be us, y/n. I don’t know what to say, i treasure this friendship, you were there for me for all of my races, i liked what we had, y/n.”

and there it was the sentence that you knew you’ll hear someday, being friend zoned.

you stood up, “oscar, let’s just forget this ever happened okay? you can just leave, we’ll see each other per normal, like we had before this conversation”

dragging oscar by you, you led him out of your hotel room, and before oscar could have a say, you slammed the door right by his face.

—

sitting by the side of your bed, looking out to the sky with y/bff/n on the phone, has never been better, especially when you’re finally homed alone.

“it’s crazy how he ignored whatever you said, and declared his love for lily just like that. After all, you’ve been there from the start”

sobbing silently, you couldn’t help but reminiscing the moments when you’ll wake up early in the morning to help out with oscar’s moment to prepare breakfast to bring along to his karting races.

“to be fair, lily’s gorgeous. He always had a huge crush on her. Maybe one day, i too will have someone that’s willing to have that love for me”

your best friend scoffed, “who are you kidding, you’re fucking beautiful. If anyone’s blind, it’s oscar. Who was the one who had a filled to the brim locker of valentines chocolate, surely not lily but you! he’ll regret his choices, y/n”

just remembering the times when you and your best friend had to literally give away chocolate to a bunch of kids made you giggled

—

the following weeks after the incident, things had been silent between the both of you.

it had became a controversial topic for your siblings and your parents to even bring up oscar’s name, and this goes the same to oscar too from what you’ve gotten an update from his sister, who you were still very much close too.

apparently word of mouth has gotten to the public too, especially after you’ve removed oscar and a few other followers from your Instagram in an order to stay more lowkey.

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i’ll do a part 2 soon, promise! i am finally back from the dead :)! hope yall like this! next part will be an inspired story from ariana’s new song! (we can’t be friends)!!

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Masterlist

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Big Bad (White) Wolf Series

----------> Meeting

----------> Huff & Puff

----------> What Big Eyes You Have- Part One

----------> What Big Eyes You Have-Part Two

----------> Coffee

----------> Feeling Bad

----------> Confessions

----------> Good Morning

----------> Sharing A Bed

----------> Taking Control

—seven days. [ i ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: not beta-read. not edited. enjoy reading.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.1. part 6.2.

You are not surprised when Max Verstappen won the 2023 Formula One season. Given how he dominated each Grand Prix in the season, except Singapore but we don't talk about Singapore, you kind of expected the results already. This is Max's third time winning the WDC title and that makes you the manager of a three-time WDC title holder now. As someone who worked with the guy the last five years, you are immensely proud of Max. You’ve been working as his manager ever since 2019—you, twenty-three, a fresh graduate of Mechanical Engineering and he, twenty-one, an aspiring world champion but you've known each other since 2018—so you knew better than anyone else, better than Christian Horner even, just how much it took from Max just to reach the place where he is standing right now. Furthermore, Red Bull Racing also won the Constructor’s Championship so everyone in the team cannot be any happier. Celebrations are in order, of course, but you have excused yourself to retire early in the evening instead. Max has asked you why. You replied that you're tired and that's the only truth you can offer him.

You draft your resignation letter whilst everyone at Red Bull is partying in some place else in Abu Dhabi. Good for them honestly. What better way is there to celebrate a victory than with alcohol? Fortunately, there's canned beer on the mini fridge so that's your share of the victory alcohol tonight while you're hunched over your laptop on the couch. Rihanna is playing from your laptop speakers in a Youtube playlist in another Google tab while you work on the letter on a separate Google Docs tab.

Dear ________,

Please accept this letter as my formal resignation from my position as the manager of Red Bull Racing first driver, Max Verstappen, effective seven days from today’s date, November 26, 2023.

I appreciate the opportunities for growth and development you have provided me during the five years I worked for this amazing team. Leaving is not an easy decision for me but in order to further my career, I have to spread my wings and explore. Please let me know if I can help with anything to make my resignation easier for the company staff.

Thank you, Red Bull, for giving me wings and the courage to fly. Now, I believe it is time for me to soar new skies. I will cherish the time I have spent here in Red Bull Racing.

Sincerely,

[First Name] [Last Name].

You read it over and over again, checking for errors in the spelling or the grammatical structure.

“Thank you Red Bull for giving me wings and the courage to fly….” you mutter. What Red Bull gave you was five decades worth of stress. One decade's worth of stress for each year since you were accepted in the team. “Cringy as fuck.”

Your phone abruptly rings and you jump in surprise, dropping your phone and your beer and oh shoot, you almost dropped your laptop, too. You scramble to pick up the canned beer, hissing slightly when you see the liquid form a pool on the tiled floor. Your initial response is to avoid it so you sidestepped and kicked your YSL heels away from the puddle. The heels are previously placed next to your feet neatly but now they're thrown haphazardly on the floor a few meters away. Your eyes quickly search for a towel, or anything you can use to wipe that shit off before it reaches the expensive hotel carpet, but there is no towel in your vicinity and the liquid is moving fast so you take off your Red Bull shirt—haha, you’re resigning anyways—leaving you in only your sleeveless undershirt. You throw it on the floor. Then, you crouch down and hurriedly wipe the beer.

Crisis averted! Beer - 0. You - 1. You pick up the call after, already knowing it's from Max even without reading the caller ID because you have set a separate ringtone for him, using that catchy Super Max sound, “Hello, [Name] here. Anythin’ I could help?”

Daniel’s voice is not something you have expected to hear, not from Max’s phone anyway, but then again, they should be together right now at the afterparty, “Hi [Name], we kind of got ourselves stuck in a situation here.”

Your brows furrow, forehead creasing, “Danny? Somethin’ wrong?”

“It's Max.”

You stiffen before slowly rising to a stand. Your head begins running at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the pace of a Formula One car, coming up with different scenarios where Max is in danger and a list of things you can do to get him out of those situations, “What's wrong with Max?”

That's how you found yourself in the middle of the Red Bull afterparty, navigating through the sweaty and drunk Red Bull employees with your eyes actively searching for a tall, broad-shouldered, blond-brown-haired, blue-eyed Dutchman. You find him nearly ten minutes after entering the party, in a corner, on the floor, next to a yellow puddle of disgusting liquid with his head hanging low and the two Alpha Tauri drivers, Daniel and Yuki, standing right beside him. Thank God they did not leave Max.

The fact that they are in a party full of Red Bull employees and none even tried to help Max bothers you greatly. Jesus, what is wrong with these people? You lower yourself in front of him, hand coming up to his nape while the other is on his forearm before gently guiding him away from the vomit pool just in case he accidentally touches on it. If he did, you know you're the one who’s going to clean him up and frankly, you aren't in the mood for dealing with that. Max follow your hands like it's second nature for him to follow your guidance, leaning into the warmth of your palm.

“What happened?” you finally voice the question you've been dying to ask once Max is a good distance away from the pool of vomit. Daniel is the one who answers you, “He asked for you.”

That doesn't answer your question. Thankfully, Yuki decides to be more helpful, “He broke up with Kelly this morning.”

Oh.

He raced while shouldering a broken heart and still won? Poor Max. But also, you are not surprised. Not even a bit. It's very much like him to prioritize the race over his feelings because Max Verstappen only wants one thing in the world and that is to emerge victorious at the sport he loved. To prove to the world that he is top one, to prove to Jos Verstappen that he is top one and that he will go down in history as top one and the world shall remember it even after he leaves the F1 racing scene for the young ones.

“Thanks, Yuki,” you turn to Daniel and nod. “Danny, I’ll take it from here.”

“Are you sure you don't need help?”

You shake your head and offer a tight-lipped smile. Dealing with a drunk Max is no biggie. You have worked with the guy for five years already, four as his manager. That's over a hundred podiums and defeats and in each defeat and each podium, alcohol and Max become the best of friends. You’re used to this; cleaning him up, picking him up, tucking him into bed, calling his girlfriend to deal with his drunk ass, and helping him nurse the hangover in the morning with an Advil and a good breakfast.

You roll the sleeves of your champagne-colored button-up to your elbows and in one swift motion, you lift Max in a fireman’s carry. That volunteer work you did at LAFD back when you're still in university paid off in these moments.

It was a comedic sight. A 5’5” woman in heels carrying an almost six foot drunk racer who is at least two times broader than her on her shoulders. The media has already caught a picture of a similar-looking moment one time in 2019 and another in 2021—such times are the beginning of those annoying dating rumors that involves you and Max—and you can say that Twitter is mostly impressed that the Red Bull manager was strong enough to lift a high-performance athlete. Some made memes of it. You'll never admit that you saved some of them, especially the ones that made fun of Max so you could put it above his head. Some even claimed that your YSL heels must be some sort of superhero power up because you do a lot of athletic things in those heels like running through the paddock as if you were just wearing a pair of Nikes, kicking a door down, driving a motorcycle around in Monza to buy Max's morning coffee, and getting in a physical fight with Max’s anti-fan back in 2022. In theory, you can and will absolutely kill a god in those heels and honestly, it's about time YSL sponsors you because you're giving their Opyum heels so much promotion.

What the public doesn't know is that Max is lighter than he looks and paired with your capability of lifting heavy equipment and people due to your history as a volunteer firefighter, it is incredibly easy to lift him without breaking a sweat and yes, even while wearing heels. People are too easily impressed nowadays.

You ignore the confused stares that are sent your way as you hurriedly walk to the comfort rooms. In a matter of seconds, you are power-walking yourself inside the male comfort room, sending an unimpressed look at the two Red Bull rookie employees making out inside. They are horrified when they see you. You can tell with the way their eyes widened and how they scrambled away from each other and hurriedly fixed themselves while muttering a thousand apologies. You don't even need to say anything. They are out before you could even tell them to.

You lock the door behind you before heading towards the bathroom sink and placing Max there. You put your hands on the back of his head and shoulders to support him until he's leaning against the mirror and sitting fully upright. You wish he won't topple over and accidentally hit his head on the tiles.

“Hey, hey,” you tap his cheek. “You good, Max?”

You sincerely hope he won't pass out. Unconscious people are heavier than conscious people when you lift them.

Procuring a water bottle inside your tote bag, you hand it to him. He accepts it wordlessly and down it in one go. You pull out an extra shirt from your bag, “Off with the shirt, big boy.”

Obediently, Max does what he is told and he peeled his shirt off him. You have to help him midway because he got it stuck around his neck. You toss the stinky shirt somewhere on the sink and hand him the shirt you brought. Again, you help him put it on because drunk Max has seemingly forgotten where the holes of the t-shirt are and which limb should enter a specific hole. Oh wait, that sounds wrong.

“You're taking good care of me.”

His voice sounds so small when he utters those words that it almost got swallowed up by the silence of the room and the muffled sound of the party outside.

“Aren't I always?”

You are paid to take good care of him after all.

“Always.”

You wet a towel in the sink and squeeze out the excess water in the wool. Your fingers gently cradle Max’s jaw as you wipe his face. He has a little vomit on his cheek.

You're used to looking at Max’s face up close but you still cannot help but be amazed by the beauty of it, you know? Some people will not consider Max as a conventionally beautiful man. Different people have different preferences. Honestly, you used to be one of those people. You met Max when he was twenty-one and that time, he looked like a fetus and greatly resembled Sid the sloth from the Ice Age movies. You used to tease him all the time about it, calling him a kid and pulling the age card when he needed to be reigned in or to annoy him until he submits into obedience, when you are only a year older than him. The stress of racing caused Max to age quickly but thankfully, he does not age badly. No, instead Max transitioned into an absolute daddy. Thank God he is more like his mother than his father, too. His mother’s genes saved him. Thank you Sophia!

You would have fallen for him, too, like the gazillion women all around the world who'll fall at his feet, but it’s hard to do so when you know he doesn't even know how to peel his own oranges. Drives a car going 300 kilometers per hour and can’t even peel a damn orange.

Twitter is always having a field day when they manage to snap a picture of you peeling oranges for him. Orange Peel Theory or whatever that is. Ludicrous bullshit, to be honest. The only theories you know are the ones taught in Physics class.

“I wonder if you know how much I need you,” he mutter. “I wonder if you can tell.”

“Very poetic,” you say flatly because Max has the tendency to say the most out of pocket yet soul breaking things when he's drunk and you are too tired to rationalize all his musings right now. We love a trauma-dumping king.

“You talkin’ ‘bout Kelly?” you ask, brow raising slightly. You continue to clean his face before proceeding to wipe his arms and his hands.

“I don't know.”

“Okay.”

He probably is talking about Kelly anyway.

Now that Kelly is gone, you’re beginning to get worried for Max. Earlier, as you wrote that resignation letter in your hotel room, the worry of leaving Max was not present. He has Kelly after all. Kelly can easily do the things you did for Max, not that she should do the work of a Red Bull manager because honestly, if she plans on taking up your job now, you’ll tell her to run and save herself. You mean the support you gave Max. You mean going all-out in protecting Max whether from haters or even his own father and especially his own darkness. You mean standing with him, inside that open cage that he can walk out of anytime but chose not to because Jos Verstappen still had his claws on him. You mean not leaving Max, no matter where he stood, may it be at the top of that glorious podium or at the end of the line. You mean taking care of Max the same way you did, even if he insists that helping him is nothing but rotten work.

But then, she left. Now what?

“I want to tell you something.”

You lift your eyes and met Max’s glazed blue ones.

“It is in my will that if I die—”

“You're not dyin’," you cut him off, not even the least bit amused about the idea of Max dying.

“Shush,” he playfully glares at you and you roll your eyes, itching to pull that I’m older than you so don't shush me card just to annoy him. “Let me finish. It is in my will that if I die, my cats will be taken care of by you. Oh come on, stop making that face. You look like you're having an aneurysm.”

“Shut up,” you swat his forearm with the damp towel, causing him to laugh at you. “Why’d you even do that? Give them to your Mom or somethin’.”

“But nobody is better at taking care of someone than you,” he says and his voice bled with rawness and honesty and so much sincerity that you're taken aback. “I want someone to take care of them like how you take care of me.”

You blink, mouth slightly agape. What can you even say to that? Thank you? I’m honored? Dude, what the fuck? Are you confessin’ to me or somethin’? You doin’ big shit over there by putting me in your will.

Now, you’re even more worried. Who will take care of Max after you're gone? The same way you took care of him?

Nonetheless, on December 13, you submit the resignation letter to Christian Horner. He reads the letter with a deep frown marring his face. It's funny how he had the same expression on his face, too, on the first day you met him when you were applying from Red Bull.

“Have you told Max?”

The guy is sleeping in his hotel bed as you speak and will probably be awake in a few hours with the world’s shittiest hangover. So no, you have not told him. Not yet, at least.

“No.”

“He wouldn't be happy with this.”

You know Max does not bode well with goodbyes, especially from the people he closely worked with leaving Red Bull. Look at what happened with Danny in 2018. Now, it is your turn. Two of his biggest friends in the Red Bull team, leaving in search of careers outside his shadow. Being in Max's shadow..... They are right after all. It is a curse.

While you love Max, platonically of course, being his manager is not what you wanted. You did not suffer through four years in engineering school just to become an errand girl for a racer. This is not what you applied for when you sent that application letter in Red Bull and Renault back when you were twenty-two. Renault didn't have an opening in their engineering team so your future with that team was quickly erased. Red Bull had no opening in their engineering team either but they had an open spot on the team as Daniel Ricciardo's manager for a whole season. You accepted their offer, naturally, hoping that their engineering team will have a place for you soon. When Danny left, you contemplated following him to Renault.

Then, Max told you to not go to Renault because they're a shitty team and perhaps he was right because in that sucky car they had, Daniel barely won podiums, but if Renault would give you the position you wanted and worth your student loans, then you'd take it.

"No, stay."

Demanding little prickly ass, he was, "I will win next year. When I become a world champion, I'll ask Horner to move you to the engineering team."

You did not know why you believed him.

2021—Max became world champion. You hoped he would ask Horner like he told you back in 2018.

2022—Max became world champion again but you're still stuck as his manager. You reminded him of his declaration in 2018. He told you he was already on it. Two rookie engineers entered the team that year, taking the spot that should have been yours years ago and you were stuck wondering if Max was really putting truth on his words.

2023—Max became a third-time world champion and you wouldn't even ask anymore.

“I know," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "I'll deal with it."

"I'll trust that you'll be the one who'll tell him?"

It amuses you how no one wants to deal with Max or drop him the big news. Everyone knew how crazy he could get when Max does not like something. He's a menace. He'll terrorize everyone. You're the only one who could hold the menace down.

"Of course, Sir. Leave it to me."

“Are you transferring teams? Are you still going to stay in Monaco near Max?”

Monaco is not home. Home is desert and heat. Home is Texas.

“Nah, goin’ back to Austin.”

Everybody knows Texas was your home, your accent and your manners spoke of it. Some Europeans look down on it, calling you a country bum and a cowgirl mascarading as a sophisticated sidehoe of a champion. Fuck 'em all.

“Everyone in the team is given two weeks off now that we’ve won so your resignation is immediately effective of today,” Horner says. “If the US GP is held at Austin next year, make sure to come by. Max would appreciate it.”

Christian Horner is an asshole but he is at least good to Max and that's what's important.

You get a text from Max an hour later.

him: i feel like shit

him: thanks for the advil and the soup

him: also im flying back to monaco tonight, fly with me

Tonight, you're flying to Monaco with Max Verstappen. Seven days from now, you're flying home alone.

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all eyes on us | mv33

synopsis ⤜ ⨳⊹‹ in which you’re the teammate of max verstappen, but you too don’t seem to get along quite well…

pairings ⤜ ⨳⊹‹ mexican!fem!reader x max verstappen

face claim ⤜ ⨳⊹‹ lizeth selene

warnings ⤜ ⨳⊹‹ explicit language, grammar mistakes, reader is a bit aggressive n competitive, alcohol, cigarettes n smoking, sexism, i think that’s it?

a/n ⤜ ⨳⊹‹ this will be an ongoing series, it’s a half thought out plot but… i’ve done so many of these just for them to be deleted. let’s pray that i don’t delete this one

status ⤜ ⨳⊹‹ ongoing

POSSIBLE INACCURATE TIMELINE

( ᗢ chapters include narrative content )

chapter names may change as story progresses.

01. sweet lies

02. stupid girl ᗢ

03. bad sign

04. mad woman ᗢ

05. my old ways

06. isn’t it? ᗢ

07. i want you

08. la favorita

09. restless

10.

more to come…

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PUPPY LOVE ★ CS55

PAIRING ✦ carlos sainz x fem!dog sitter!reader SUMMARY ✦ you work as a dog sitter, and you somehow wind up dog-sitting for a f1 driver. [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

NOTES ✦ reader lives in spain & can speak spanish, but isn't originally from spain ( you can decide where! ) i'm not a native spanish speaker, so please correct me if there are some inconsistencies! i know the dog i used for piñon isn't exactly accurate but please just pretend they look the same!! the fc i've used is christina nadin, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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but yes it is :) anything i can help you with?

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@/yourbsf

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yourusername

( caption: new best friend unlocked 🔓 )

carlossainz55 Umm he's actually my best friend??

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carlossainz55 ❤️

yourusername 💗💗

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carlossainz55 Training almost over 🤝

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charlesleclerc new season about to start 🏎️

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scuderiaferrari exciting times ahead!

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user22 DAISY'S BACKKKK

user23 amamos a daisyyy!! ( we love daisyyy!! )

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carlossainz55 You can always come and visit him!

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user32 okay but surely this isn't the end of carlos and y/n...right?? RIGHT??

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user35 CARLOS CAN YOU FIGHT.

user36 hand in marriage?? 💍

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carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

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user37 SO WE ALL SAW CARLOS' COMMENT??

user38 TWO WEEKS ON AND HE'S BACK AGAIN

user39 idc they're too cute

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user45 THE FERRARI MERCH SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING

user46 she's soo soft i love her

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user47 SO IT'S BASICALLY CONFIRMED NOW

user48 the press have literally basically confirmed it for them, we're all just waiting until they say it themselves

yourbsf my best frienddddd 😁😁

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carlossainz55 🏆 P3!! Great start to the season, and no one else I'd rather start it with ❤️

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user50 EVERYONE STAY CALM THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING.

user51 BRB CURRENTLY SCREAMING

user53 PODIUM FINISH & HARD LAUNCH?? SOOO HAPPY RN.

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carlossainz55 ❤️

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charlesleclerc about time 🙌❤️

user56 HA CHARLES IS A REAL ONE

user57 officially my favorite couple on the grid.

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Baby Ricciardo

MV33 X Ricciardo!reader

Sorry this took me ages to post! Pictures are not mine and credit is given to those who took/edited them. Also this is in no way meant to represent any of the real life people- they are their own person and have their own relationships. Also, I know there is the controversy over Max and Kelly but I think they are the cutest so I couldn't write her poorly! This is all fake lol.

Summary: Daniel sister's does the ultimate sin and falls in love with her brother's best friend. Years of pining and other disastrous relationships play out.

Max was nervous.

Not something that happened when he was in the cock pit of the car, no, that was natural for him and didn’t phase him one bit.

What made him nervous was definitely when he first laid his eyes on Daniel’s younger sister hanging out in the Red Bull garage.

Laughing with an engineer and fixing her hair that was tied up with a red bow, dressed down in jeans and a Red Bull shirt.

He was only eighteen and she was gorgeous.

For some reason Max never expected Daniel to have any siblings, he definitely gave only child energy from him—but boy was he wrong.

And it couldn't be a brother to make his life easier, he had to have a sister, a painfully beautiful one at that.

When Daniel first introduced him to you, he was all but speechless as you flashed him a perfect smile and told him he was a natural born driver and gave your brother a run for his money.

Both in talent and in his abrasive demeanor.

Max blushes and he left the race having a new crush.

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Baku 2018 was the next time that you actually had time to travel to a race, finally being able to step away from your studies. Daniel had been begging you to take some time off to come see him during his busy schedule.

There were promises of flying first class and a place in the Red Bull garage, and you couldn't say no to your older brother.

Everything was going fine, until you could feel the shift of energy in the garage, and by the looks of it, Dan and Max were fighting it out on track.

Not in a friendly competition way, a way that looked like they were trying to kill the other.

"What the hell is he doing?" You heard one of the engineers whisper as you watching the chaos playout on the screen in front of you. Max was aggressively defending against Daniel.

Fuck. You knew Dan enough to see how this would play out. Your brother would refuse to let up on Max, and Max was naturally aggressive on the track. Hungry for the win, even to the detriment of his own team.

Watching in horror as Dan crashed into the back of Max's car, sending them both of the track with smoke behind them.

The shit definitely hit the fan with the two of them, and the look on Christian's face as he walked away from the pitwall let you know that the two of them would be getting quite the stern talking to and that was putting it lightly.

"Those shits, they are fucking ageing me I swear, Goddamit." The team principle spat out, rubbing at his head, no doubt having a major migraine setting in.

"I'm going to medical," you told him. Not wanting to cause him anymore stress.

Dan was the first person you saw, wrapping him in a big hug, you sighed out of relief. Letting go of him you did a once over, just to be sure that the medical team hadn’t missed a cut.

“I’m glad you’re okay. It looked intense.”

“If anything, he got the worst of it.” Dan stressed the word he, like Max was the devil and saying his name would curse him.

“I’m sure he did, but this is on both of you.” You stressed, patting him on the shoulder and went to leave him. Ready to make your next stop.

“Where are you going?” He questioned. Eyebrows raised and dark eyes questioning you, looking irritated that you weren't going to stay by his side until he was cleared.

“To see Max, idiot. I care about both of you and you guys are making it so hard for me.”

“You’re my sister.” He said, because family should come before his teammate, but at the end of the day he knew that he was being dramatic--he was the only true adult in the situation.

“And he’s my friend. At least play nice. He could be your future brother in law on day.” You winked and quickly left, listening to him sputter in shock and slight disgust.

God, Daniel could only imagine the pair the two of you would actually make if you officially started dating—or even admitted to having feelings for one another.

They would give him a run for his money, and he would probably start balding from stress.

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While Max and Daniel’s friendship grew, so did yours. However, it was only a matter of time until your brother decided to make his exit from Red Bull to a new team.

Max, although young, was starting to be the priority of Red Bull and your brother wasn’t made to be a second driver. He was made to win and he couldn’t do that with Max getting priority treatment.

Surprisingly, when Dan left Red Bull the prior teammates friendship only got stronger.

Dan went to Renault and Pierre filled his seat.

Pierre was nice enough and was always friendly towards you, but was always confused when he found you in the Red Bull garage chatting happily to Max and not with your brother a few garages over.

He was never the biggest fan of Max, and couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that a beautiful girl would listen to Max rant endlessly about the rear wing.

Pierre found it even more strange that you would alternated teams each race weekend to make sure you showed supports to both Dan and Max. He was even more confused when he called you Max’s girlfriend and you just laughed and shook your head.

Charles informed him later on that the two of you were in fact ‘just friends’. The eye roll Charles gave confirmed that the two of you were just oblivious idiots.

You would find yourself after races heading back to Max’s hotel to order room service and play fifa.

“And did you-“ Max interrupted what you were going to say next, rolling his eyes and answering the question you hadn’t even finished asking.

“Yes," he huffed, almost offended that you would even ask him. "I got you a burger and fries, no onion or lettuce. And yes I got you extra ketchup.” Max watched proudly as you smiled and practically glowed at him memorizing your order.

“You’re the best.”

You resisted the urge to lean over and kiss him. God, you wanted so badly to. But what would Daniel think? What would the fans think if they ever found out?

“And the best driver.” Max said proudly.

You rolled your eyes at his statement. “Ahh, I resent you for that.”

Max froze, like he had forgotten that Daniel had left the team because of him. One that had been his family before Max all but came in and ruined it.

“Hey—" you put a reassuring hand on his arm. "I’m only joking. I know the sport is cutthroat. He doesn’t blame you.”

It was a shit situation, and shitty things happened all the time to good people. You were just happy that Dan had a seat and was able to continue doing what he loved.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, uncomfortable by the conversation.

“Seriously, Max. It’s not your fault and neither of us blame you.” You added on, making sure that he knew that you and Dan still appreciated him.

Did it suck that Dan had to leave the team he always wanted to win a championship with? Yes. But life isn’t always fair and in motor sports it was even worse.

“You know, that…yeah. Thank you.” He said, almost looking nervous, like for some reason you would even think about never speaking to him again because Dan decided on his own accord to leave.

A knock at the door drew your attention away from him.

“For what it’s worth, Red Bull is still my favorite team.” You winked and kissed him on the cheek, hopping up from the bed to grab the room service from the front door.

—

You were twenty-two now, and Max had a girlfriend who was much older than both of you and had a kid. One who was impossibly adorable.

You tried to hate Kelly, but it was impossible. She was beautiful, sweet, and always tried to involve you in any conversation she was having to make you feel more comfortable when the photographers were obviously taking photos of the both of you.

“Are you okay?” Kelly placed a gentle hand on your arm. Noticing that you were all but glued to the spot you were standing, as stiff as a statue watching the bright lights flash at you and people call out questions to both you and Kelly.

“Yeah, I...yeah. Is it always this weird for you?” You tilted your head to the photographers and she just smiled a little sadly at you.

Obviously, you were photographed with Daniel and even the occasional picture of you and Max made it to publication, but you were not use to having grown men constantly follow you down the paddock and ask what you were wearing.

You didn’t necessarily enjoy it, and don’t know how Kelly put up with it, but her father was famous and she was probably raised for this. Plus it helped that she was effortlessly gorgeous and dressed in designer from head to toe.

But you were always a little too awkward and not always photogenic. Plus, it was obvious by your outfit choice that you were not planning on having unwanted attention on you. It would be embarrassing to see you dressed in an oversized Enchanté, jean shorts, and Birkenstock sandals, coffee in hand, next to Kelly who was gracefully wearing a vintage Chanel.

“Yeah, it is but Max usually tells them to fuck off.” Kelly chuckles at the choice of words Max uses to tell the paparazzi off, and you wouldn't expect anything less from him.

You also laugh. “Of course, he hates that shit. I know when they get P in photos he’s even more pissed.”

Kelly watched as your eyes lit up talking about how caring her boyfriend was to watch after P, and how you only ever had kind words to say about Max. Even when his actions were controversial.

She knew that look. It was the same look she had for Max before they officially got together.

—

Max found you behind the garage, a frown on your face and seriously looking at your phone. You only had that look at your face when you were fighting via text.

“Boy troubles?” Max bumped his shoulder against yours. Watching as you furiously texted on your phone. Large paragraphs showing up on your screen from both you and the person on the other side.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“You could say that.”

“Give it here. Let me see.” Max said reaching out for your phone, reluctantly you handed it over.

Watching closely as he scrolled up, eye brows furrowing at the messages.

“This fucker talks to you like shit,” Max said. Handing the phone back to you.

You avoided his gaze, knowing that he was in fact right. Your current boyfriend had been treating you like shit for ages but you figured it was easier to stay than leave.

“Yeah, but I-“

“Does Daniel know?” Max asked, because there is no way your older brother would let this treatment fly.

“No, obviously--Dan would kill him.” You stated the obvious. "I'll handle it myself."

“Good! You don’t deserve this. I hope you know that you deserve better.”

“Max, we’re headed out. You coming?” Kelly waked over to where the two of you were standing behind the Red Bull garage to get a moment of privacy.

She kept her distance from where you two were standing, like she didn't belong and didn't know what to do.

You pushed any thought of Max out of your mind, he was just a friend. Your brother's best friend, and his girlfriend was standing just a few feet away.

“Yeah, one second.”

Max kisses you on the top of your head. In a friendly way-because of course it would never be anything more than that.

“Seriously, don’t let him treat you like that. Or he’ll have to deal with me.” You laughed at the terrible wink he threw your way.

Kelly watched the interaction and patiently waiting for Max to join before they left for the night.

Taking a moment to think it over, you sent an “it’s over” text and blocked the assholes number.

Max was right, he usually was.

—

Holy shit, watching the impact of Max into the barrier had you holding your breath, hands shaking from the anxiety of him not responding to any radio calls and not making any movement to get from the car.

You felt the PR manager grab your arm in a painful grip. The two of you rarely spoke, but everyone in the garage was holding their breath waiting for a response on the other end.

They called out for Max again over the radio.

Silence.

Tears threatened to fell from your eyes. There was no way he co-

The sound of painful groaning came over the system, like all the air in his lungs had been knocked out and he was gasping desperately trying to catch his breath.

Your hands covered your mouth, tears of relief falling from your eyes.

“Fuck. Oh my god.” You voice in relief, not wanting to even mention for a moment that you didn’t think he was getting out of the car alive.

“Danny-“ You said, barely able to whisper his name. He stopped you mid sentence, seeing the terrified look in your eyes.

“Let’s go, I’ll drive us.”

It took over an hour for the two of your to arrive to the hospital. Max telling you that the two of you didn’t need to come, and you just rolled your eyes. Because where else would you be?

“51 Gs and a concussion. Maybe a broken rib?” He gave you guys the same information the doctor gave him.

“Yeah, no shit. Your head hit the tire barrier.” Daniel rolled his eyes, use to Max’s usual cold exterior when he was injured. Not wanting any sympathy from those around him.

Like he saw it as some kind of weakness.

“You need to drive more safe.” You pointed you finger at him accusingly.

“Sure, like it was my fault.” He rolled his eyes with attitude. Wincing when he moved to adjust on the bed, his head felt heavy and the room looked hazy.

"Ugh," he groaned, closing his eyes to try to stop the oncoming nausea. Your heart pangs with worry, which quickly turned to anger.

“Don’t get an attitude with me. Both you and Lewis need to check your egos! I swear to God if you die being fucking stupid, I'll resurrect you to kill you myself."

Daniel wasn’t surprised by your random burst of anger, it happened anytime that Max put himself into a dangerous situation.

There was a knock on the door, Kelly was here.

“Oh,uh-“ you moved away from Max’s bedside.

Kelly stepped over to comfort Max and you backed up. Not wanting to get between their interactions. Because if he was your boyfriend, you would be wanting to make sure he was okay.

But you two were just…friends.

“We were just leaving. Feel better, Maxie.” Daniel said.

Max gave the two of you a weak wave as you exited the room. Noticing how you didn’t even say goodbye to him.

—

“Oh my god, oh my god. Holy shit!” You were jumping up and down watching Max finish the race and becoming world champion. Beating Lewis, but just barely.

You could hear Max yelling throw the radio and Kelly was clapping excitedly.

“He did it.” A singular tear ran down your face and the team went to go meet Max to celebrate.

With respect, Kelly went first and kissed him on the helmet. The team slapping his ass while he passed them making his way over to you. Were you were practically buzzing with excitement.

“You fucker! Oh my god!” You yelled, throwing yourself into his arms. He lifted you off the ground in the tightest hug, arms wrapping firmly around your waist.

“Look at you. World champ, huh?”

“Yeah. Shit, I can’t fucking believe it.” You figured tears were still running down your face when his gloved thumb lifted to wipe them from your face.

He placed you back on your feet and you gave him a light punch to the chest. Max faltered, not knowing what to do next.

The moment was oddly intimate and the world was watching. All cameras focused on Max. This was his time.

If you were his girlfriend, you would be kissing him. Your eyes lingered on his lips a little too long, but you came to when realizing that there were multiple cameras to pick up the interaction.

The last thing you needed was speculation on social media about the two of you. Well…more than there already was.

You cleared your throat to speak up.

“Go see your girl, champ.”

—

Twenty-four and you were standing awkwardly at the bar waiting to order a drink. The club was loud and packed of people here to celebrate Max.

He just turned twenty-five and was celebrating yet another championship.

You watched as Lando took cute photos of Max and Kelly with flowers that he bought for her. It was sweet that he always wanted to celebrate her even when it was a party for him. He was selfless like that. No one ever treated you like that, like you were priceless.

And seeing the way he kissed her pulled at your heart in a weird way, and now you desperate needed more alcohol in your system.

“Hey sis, why the long face?” Daniel strolled over to where you were standing looking at the stressed look on your face and how you uncomfortably shifted from one foot to the other.

When he walked up he saw the look on your face when you say Max and Kelly were already all over each other in the VIP section.

“It’s too loud and I just want a fucking shot!” You huffed, irritated and slightly overwhelmed.

“Woah,woah.” He held up his hands defensively. He hadn’t expected you to lash out like that. It was out of your character, but you were a little drunk after all.

“Is it because-“ Dan started to ask but was cut off by a bone crushing hug you were receiving. He smiled watching two of his favorite people interact.

“You’re here! I didn’t think you were going to make it pass the pregame at Lando’s! He told me you drank three bottles of champagne.”

Max squeezed you once again and let you go, giving you a one over. The only sign that you were even remotely drunk, other than your slight irritability was the red cheeks and nose that always gave you away.

“The lady would like three shots of tequila.” Max asked the bartender.

Daniel wrinkled his nose at the order.

“That’s not just for me right?” Your stomach churning at the idea of doing three tequila shots. You would surely be spending quality time with the hotel toilet tonight.

“No, it’s for all of us. Drink up, Dan!”

The three of you downed the shots.

Multiple more followed that same night and you found yourself outside the club seeking some fresh air.

“I think I love him,” you whispered. Like saying it too loud would scare you or Max would hear your secret confession, but he had left you with Daniel hours earlier to prioritize Kelly and antagonize Charles.

Dan wrapped you in a safe hug and put his chin on top of your head.

“I know.”

—

“Now, Daniel,” the interviewer looked at where he was standing on the stage in front of hundreds of fans. Max on one side and Checo and Yuki on the other.

He waited for the question to come.

“How do you feel about the close relationship Max has with your sister?”

A picture of you and Max pulled up on the large screen. It was from a trip you all took to Italy four years ago.

You were sitting next to Max on the yacht he had rented for the trip. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and pressing a firm kiss to your cheek. Your hand placed on his cheek.

The picture definitely made you two look more than friendly with one another and it didn’t help that he and Kelly had just split up a few months ago after two years together.

She never made a public statement and neither did Max, it seemed to be one of the more admissible splits between any of the drivers and their significant others.

It seemed to be mutual decision but the media would never believe that. They wanted to make you the villain in this story, and it irritated Daniel.

“Yeah, it doesn’t bother me. They had been close for years and have always been good friends.”

“Yes, but—“

Max interrupted the interviewer and anyone could tell he was pissed.

“I don’t know why my personal life is being brought up and out on screen. It has nothing to do with racing, ask us about that or don’t speak.”

—

“It’s fucked up, pissed me off. Daniel should’ve just told them to fuck off.” Max said heatedly, sitting behind you on the new sofa he had just gotten for his apartment.

You say cross legged in front oh him on the floor. Picking at a piece of the carpet to entertain yourself. Sassy was cuddled up sleeping in your lap and you refused to move. This was the first time in years that she had shown you any affection.

Jimmy however, was a daddy’s boy, sitting behind Max on the edge of the sofa softly flicking his tail happily back and forth, occasionally tickling the back of Max’s neck when the soft fur brushed against it.

Max gave Kelly all the things she had picked out for he to decorate her new place with, so it called for new furniture, and he didn’t have particularly good taste in well…much of anything.

“Come on, it’s not like...you know—“ you tried to spit out that it wasn’t weird for the media to ask, they have been for years. Even when he was with his ex.

“Know what?”

“You know.” You stressed. Now Max was just even more confused.

“No I don’t.”

“Know that I-“ you pause, trying to gain some confidence to confess what you had been holding back for years. “That I like you. You moron.”

Max’s mouth dropped open a little, like he didn’t know. And that this was his first time ever hearing about it. Like you hadn’t been giving him the most obvious heart eyes for the past ten years.

“I..” and before you could fully prepare yourself he leaned forward and grabbed your face in his hands. Pulling you in for a passionate kiss that you had waited too long for.

He tasted like cinnamon.

The angle that he was kissing you at hurt your neck, but you couldn’t care less.

He pulled away and gave you the sweetest smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?I would’ve done that years ago.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

You hit his knee in playful irritation.

“I figured it was pretty fucking obvious.” You shot back a playful smile on your face. How could he honestly not tell? Especially when you were younger and followed him around like a puppy.

You even stayed in the Red Bull garage to support him when Dan left. You figured he would’ve known and just didn’t care.

"I just--I thought you knew."

Max, if anything, felt more clueless than he ever did in his entire life.

Of course you liked him after all this time. Each birthday you remembered, each surprise gift you gave him, coming to see him after a bad race just to sit in silence and watch cartoons.

Only someone who truly loved another person would do that. And that person was you.

You were his person.

—

"Max, who is that?" Leclerc pulled Max's attention away from the crowd he was currently waiving at on the drivers parade, to the phone screen that was brightly lit up in his left hand.

He had changed the photo a few weeks ago to one that you had sent to him. Wrapped up in one of his sweaters and smiling brightly at the camera.

He had taken it one night when you were just relaxing out of his patio, offering you his sweater when you got cold. It was oddly domestic for you two, but felt so normal at the same time.

"Fuck- that's baby Ricciardo?" The Ferrari driver whispered, catching a better look at the photo, a shit eating grin pulling across his lips. "I knew it."

"Yeah, yeah--" Max nervously scratched at the back of his neck, but Charles wasn't letting him out of the conversation that easily.

"It's about fucking time. Pierre told me that you two have been in love for a long time.”

Curse Pierre and his need to tell Charles everything.

“I’m happy for you.” Charles clapped his hand on Max’s shoulder. “But does Daniel know?”

“Of course. He was the first to know. She wouldn’t have lied to him.” Max admitted shyly.

Daniel had been ecstatic when the two of you fessed up to dating. Although the two of you would no doubt drive him insane, there was no one that could make his sister happier than Max.

Max was a good guy and Daniel had always seen that.

Charles smiled. It was nice to see that he was happy and finally realized that the two of you were a perfect match.

A text came through on Max’s phone screen, taking his attention away from Charles.

baby: good luck today champ. I love you!

Champ🏆: I love you too. See you when I get home.

F1 MASTERLIST

motorsports masterlist.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

the great war (ft. lando norris) (smau)

blowing smoke (smau)

friends (smau)

yes, and? (smau)

risk (smau)

fresh out the slammer

imgonnagetyouback part 2

the prophecy

CHARLES LECLERC

the girl is mine (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

bye (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

eternal sunshine (smau)

CARLOS SAINZ

is it over now? (smau)

supernatural (smau)

so it goes... (smau)

LANDO NORRIS

the great war (ft. max verstappen) (smau)

when you walk away (smau)

so high school (smau)

barcelona (smau)

crush (smau)

OSCAR PIASTRI

we used to have more part 2 part 3 part 4 (smau series)

don’t wanna break up again (smau)

imperfect for you (smau)

obsessed (smau)

the secret of us (smau)

mclaren admin (smau)

guilty as sin?

ALEX ALBON

so american (smau)

DANIEL RICCIARDO

peace (smau)

FRANCO COLAPINTO

don’t smile (smau)

just a silly crush (not) pt.3.5

pairing : daniel ricciardo x childhood friend-brabham!reader ; f1 grid x reader (platonic)

summary : you call for help, and max is the first person that comes to your mind. and to say that max is baffled is an understatement.

warning : unedited, harsh words, maybe ooc driver?, and bad grammars.

a/n : i am girl-bossing through exam today, and i decided to write this as a reward. i also listen to asmr roleplay by gibi asmr and moonlight cottage asmr while writing this and its good KSJNSKDJNAKD SORRY-

max was in the middle of doing his daily exercise when his phone suddenly rang. he press the slow down button on his treadmill as he simply answer the call from his earbud.

"good morning to you, ice princess." he happily answer, still walking on his treadmill.

"max, I think I made a big mistake."

hearing your soft whimper he stop the machine.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

"i kiss daniel."

"what?!"

"i kiss him, max. we kissed."

max had to hold himself as he listen to you, leaning his body on the railing of his treadmill. his lips are sealed in thin line, trying to think of a reaction.

he is conflicted about this; in one hand he want to cheer on daniel for finally man up and make a move. on the other hand, you sounds so scared and he understand that this whole territory is foreign to you. so he just keep his mouth sealed.

"max, say something!"

"i–uhh–i don't know, y/n. it was just a kiss right? is it a bad thing?" he answer.

max decided that he is done with workout, so he got off from the treadmill taking his phone with him as he grab a towel. he glance at the clock on the wall. its 5:34 and he wonder why you already wake up this early.

"wait, where are you right now and why you up this early y/n?"

"i'm.. i dunno where i am right now. i was heading back to szeged from budapest but i just stop, i'm not even in highway right now. i dunno where i am, and i need a breather."

"god, okay calm down. are you alone?"

"yes."

"shit, y/n. send me your location so i can check on you. and also, how did you end up in budapest? what happen?"

and after 45 minutes of you rambling in your car, on the side of the road, in the middle of god knows where, you finish your story.

"- and that is how i end up in this shit. just lost me ol' cobber for doing something stupid." you said, a little aussie side of you were showing.

*cobber = a very good friend

max just open his mouth in disbelief or in silence? either way he don't know what to do. yes what you and daniel did are stupid, but from his perspective this is a long-awaited miracle. finally daniel grew a pear and you being smart. but damn, that was something.

"that's it max, i'm gonna fly my ass back to straya before daniel catch me in my house. i'm running away, maybe move to-i dunno-alaska?" you said.

*straya = australia

"what? y/n, don't do that! you guys had just reconcile, now you want to run away?" max answered as he walk back to his room, straight to his computer as he open discord.

"well so much for reconciliation! i fucked up!"

he open discord from his phone and quickly type 'sos' to the discord server that he had made few months ago, back when the party-planning were made. lando had call themself 'project y/niel' and there are few drivers there that willing to help daniel and you; lewis, lando, charles, carlos (surprisingly), george, and lastly alex.

"maxie, wil je dat ik met dit ga doen?" maxie, what should i do with this?

"y/n, je zult toch tot kalmte moeten komen, en de enige manier omdat te doen is door te ademen. okay?" y/n, you have to calm down and the only way you're going to do that is to breathe. okay?

"okay."

"alright here's what i want you to do, you're gonna go back to your place and sleep. its almost 7 now, like it or not you will have to sleep. i'll deal with daniel so you don't have to worry." he command you, biting his lower lips as he wait for any reaction on the discord server.

"alright then, i'm gonna drive home first. talk to you later max."

"take care y/n. don't do anything stupid."

"will do maxie."

max today at 06:32 SOS. lewis ham today at 06:32 sos? what happen max? max today at 06:33 y/niel situation. @.landonorris i need you to tell us what the fuck is going on mate, y/n is freaking out. i already heard her side so i need your side of story now. charles_leclerc today at 06:35 mate, its not even 7 a.m, what did lando do? carlitos today at 06:35 plz respon @.max, charles is banging my door. alex albon today at 06:37 if its about daniel being wasted and y/n is with daniel rn, me and george doesn't know abt this. george russell today at 06:37 so true, bestie. carlitos today at 06:38 plz spill the tea @.landonorris, charles is freaking out in my room rn. max today at 06:41 guys, calm down. i just end the call with y/n they apparently kissed each other nothing more, so far. george russell today at 06:42 HELLO?!?! @.landonorris YOU DIDN'T TOLD ME AND ALEX ABOUT THIS PART? carlitos today at 06:42 charles is in shock rn, he just sat down like a statue please just share the whole story @.max @.landonorris lewis ham today at 06:43 oh my god... alex albon today at 06:43 that's it, i'm coming to you @.landonorris landonorris today at 07:01 GUYS I JUST WOKE UP JESUS WHAT and also you don't want to come to me, daniel is basically few rooms apart from me. AND THEY KISSED? MY TACTIC IS WORKING? george russell today at 07:02 mate, y/n is freaking out. your tactic backfired. kudos for trying tho charles_leclerc today at 07:03 lando count your days. landonorris today at 07:03 WHAT WHAT DID I DO? lewis ham today at 07:04 i am too old for this, i'm still stuck at y/n and daniel kissed. landonorris today at 07:04 GUYS DANIEL IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR WHAT SHOULD I DO? max today at 07:04 let him in, he probably want to ask you about y/n landonorris today at 07:05 idk where she is tho' you're the one who knows max. max today at 07:05 exactly lando why is daniel calling me? lando? you piece of shit.

max let out a heavy sigh as he watch his phone lit up with daniel's name. he brace his body on the counter top as he answer the call. he will have to give lando an earful later.

"hello danny."

"max, i know you know where y/n is. please let me know where she is–or just tell her to answer her phone!"

"daniel, calm down."

max massaging his throbbing temple as he walk to the fridge, taking a bottle of water before opening it.

"max i kiss her! i–she–i can't help it! and now she's freaking out i–"

"mate you're also freaking out, calm down."

"god i am such a loser..."

he took a chug of the water, emptying the bottle in no time. he chuck the bottle on to the trash bin before reacting to the sad daniel.

"yeah, you are. but it already happen, so you need to calm down."

"what should i do?"

"i'll talk to her dan, don't worry. for now, she need a space okay? and you need to go home. or sleep. either way i need you to calm down."

"all things aside, i am not regretting this. now that i know what i've been missing, i need her okay? she–god she is going to be the death of me max."

"god, you are such a loser. i'm ending the call."

before daniel even react to that, max already ending the call–shaking his head as he let out a tired sigh. he walk towards his patio as he scrolling through his contact before making another call.

"hello? anna? yes, this is max verstappen. i got your number from y/n. hey listen, i need your help with something."

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