Below is the masterlist of stories that I make. It will, of course be updated over time. It will be sorted by driver :)
Lando Norris
One-shots:
The Version He Never Met - In which she finds someone better than her ex
Series/Mini-Series:
Irresistible - In which Lando finally gives into his desire for his best friend's twin sister. Multiple Parts Found Here: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] - complete
Logan Sargeant
One-shots:
A Cold Embrace - In which you go on on an ice skating double date with your boyfriend and his teammate
Max Verstappen
Series/Mini-Series:
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be - In which you are a Red Bull Racing driver who decided to make a song over the summer break about your ex... Who just so happens to be a Red Bull Racing driver - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6][7][8] - Ongoing
Mick Schumacher
One-shots:
My Person - In which you're an angry driver, except when it comes to your golden retriever best friend.
Kimi Räikkönen
One-shots:
Hindsight is 20/20 - In which Kimi's lack of good results in Alfa Romeo get a little overwhelming for him
Lance Stroll
One-Shots:
Business As Usual - Lance trying to pull a business woman with the help of his fans and friends on social media (short, around 1.5k)
Summary: Who knew that a horrible man and a bad breakup could lead you to the love of your life?
Type: text and social media, streamer!user
Before you read: Warning - toxic relationship. Use of Y/N. Lando is LN4 instead of LN1 because this story takes place before the 2026 championship, where Lando will be using said number so I go based on the number of the driver at the time it is set.
Not proofread pls ignore spelling errors
fc: used a bunch of random people on pinterest but for photos with lando i've used magui's photos :)
[Masterlist]
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The Version He Never Met - LN⁴
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"Never in my almost 20 damn years on this earth have I sat and judged another person for what they've posted online. You know why? Because it isn't my damn business." The response that started it all. Turns out, narcassists have an audacity about them. One that makes them seem to think they have full reign to decide what other people post online. Why? Who knows! You do, though. You worked that out, though, when your boyfriend decided it was a great idea to get mad at you for posting a photo of yourself on a private account that only 6 people followed. Wow. God forbid your friend group see photos of you in a bikini. These girls had literally been your friend since you were kids. They'd seen you naked and drunk after a night out throwing up into the toilet more times than you could count aged 18. The 6 people who followed you were all people you were close with: your boyfriend (Jack), 3 friends (Lily, Lucy, and Megan), your mother (Rosemary), and Lucy's mother (Marie, your mother's best friend, basically your aunt).
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yourolduser
4 likes
yourolduser lockdown is driving me crazy pls let me see the light of day somewhere that isn't from my damn balcony.
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lilymhe girl you are fine as fuck
⤷ yourolduser mwah I miss you xx
mamarosie My girl, I miss you
⤷ yourolduser Thanks, mama!! I miss you so much, call you tonight ❤
megster2000 I'm in love with you
⤷ yourolduser likewise, likewise
lululucy Beautiful girl
⤷ yourolduser Lucy when lockdown is over, I'll be straight down to see you I promise!
⤷ lululucy bet me and mom miss you sooooo much
jackr22 um...
⤷ yourolduser ??
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Just your luck, your boyfriend of 2 years started to act like a dick now that you were in lockdown, when you lived together. And couldn't escape him. It was only 4 months into 2020 and it was already hell. Your story got updated regularly. You blocked all but your friends from your story.
Your best friend, Lily, introduced you to streaming one day. Apparently her boyfriend, Alex, was doing it whilst he waited for lockdown to end so he could go back to his job. Jack was out of the house working most days, as you had lost your job because of the lockdown. He encouraged that it was okay. He'd provide for you. He worked in a store so he was allowed to work during covid, as people still needed food shopping. Despite his encouraging, he had started to complain and blame you for all his troubles. Gods sake.
So you ordered the stuff on amazon, turned a locked room in your shared house into your streaming room, a room he never went into because he didn't know it was there. You began to stream. Usually, it was just chatting streams. Slowly, people began to watch you. You gained a small fanbase, started posting on YouTube, too. You shared your artistic passion and love for books on your streams, and it ws nice to have people to talk to in the lockdown ba the same group on call.
One day, in chat, a fan asked if you had instagram. Jack had been very firm that noone he didn't know was allowed to follow you. In fact, he'd rather you didn't have it at all. This would be going against it. After hesitation, you nodded. "Yeah. I do. Bear with me, let me get it up." You said. Without thinking, you blocked Jack on instagram, making your account public and changing your username. "My user is youruser, feel free to follow me. I post on there a fair bit." Your kind smile filled your face as you read some comments come in, along with instagram follows. People were kind on the stream.
user1: Oh you're gorgeous
user2: facecam stream when?????
"Would you guys really be interested in that? In facecam streams?" You questioned the sincerity of your audience, yet the answer was an overwhelming yes. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."
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You were online, searching for webcams, but didn't really know what was good. So you messaged Lily.
Your reply took a few to come in. You were hesitating. Things really weren't great. He was being quite controlling. But instead, you simply replied saying that all was good. Just as you ordered the webcam, the front door opened. And then slammed. Oh god.
You threw your phone down and stood up as Jack walked in, an unhappy look on his face. "Hi, sweetheart, how was work?" You inquired, already knowing he wasn't happy, that this was all gonna be your fault somehow.
"You blocked me? On Instagram? What the fuck, babe?" His response was full of venom, as was his next sentence. "I bet you've blocked me so that you can flirt with other guys in your comments behind my back, hm?" What an insane jump to conclusions.
Your response was simply to put on a fake smile, pretending all was good. "Oh no, you don't understand." You walked to your phone, picking it up and opening it. You showed him your phone, instagram no longer installed thanks to your quick thinking. "I didn't block you. I deleted my account. I thought that was what you wanted?" Your head tilted to a slight angle, playing the innocent girlfriend. You hated lying but you knew he'd blow up if he found out you streamed.
It seemed to work. His anger softened. He walked towards you, smiling. "You see? It was such an easy thing to do. And now it's just me and you against the world, hm?" He said. You nodded despite the sinking feeling in your stomach at him being controlling. It's May 2020. Lockdown would only be a few weeks, well, that's what you were told originally by the government. But it had been 2 months. You took a deep breath. It'd be over soon. You'd be out of this situation soon.
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youruser
liked by lilymhe, lululucy and others
youruser No stream tonight sorry, I'm sick. Enjoy some content ft. my neighbour's cat who climbed over the balcony to mine.
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lululucy looking hot in that first photo. Marriage when? 💍
⤷ youruser when lockdown is over honey xxxx
user1 wowee 😍 *liked by author*
user2 the last photo... Girl don't you have a boyfriend?
⤷ youruser I do I do
⤷ user3 will he be mad when he sees this??
⤷ youruser oh don't worry, he doesn't even know I have insta he tried to make me delete it lmao
⤷ lilymhe excuse me he did what??
lilymhe I am obsessed with you.
⤷ youruser I love you <3
alexalbon Is this why Lily was so distracted lmao I thought she was reading emails
⤷ youruser Oops sorry girl!
⤷ alexalbon I'm not a girl.
⤷ youruser idc you're one of the girls now.
⤷ lilymhe agreed
⤷ megster2000 agreed x2
⤷ lululucy agreed x3!!
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November 2020
"I don't care, why are you being such a bitch, hm?" Jack yelled.
You sighed in response, shaking your head. "Jack, I'm sick, I can't cook dinner tonight!" You said, feeling dizzy if you stood for so long.
Jack laughed, assuming you were faking it despite the obvious signs that you were not faking it. You were pale, sniffling, you'd thrown up an insane amount of times today. "God you're useless."
You didn't reply, which seemed to make him madder. If you replied to him, he got mad. If you didn't, he got mad. Without any hesitation, he swung his arms, throwing a vase off the table and onto the floor. A smash rang out acoss the room. That was your favourite vase.
"What the fuck did you do, you asshole. That's my favourite vase!" You yelled at him, fury in your voice.
He just shook his head, looking you up and down like you were nothing. "Oh grow up. It's just a vase. I'm going out." He started walking to the door.
"Where are you going?? We're literally in lockdown." You responded, but he didn't answer, leaving. God. Your phone buzzed.
You hated lying to your friends. It was awful. But you were scared.
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youruser
liked by lilymhe, alexalbon and others
youruser tell me that you love me even if it's fake cause I don't fucking care at all
-comments off-
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January 2021
Eventually, you opened up to the girls. You had to. You were too scared to keep quiet and, with Megan living next door, she could hear all the arguments through the wall. Another argument had insued and he'd raised his hand at you. Gone to hit you before leaving. So you texted the groupchat.
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It got better for a while. You started to question if you were overdramatic. Maybe everything would all be okay, if you just stayed with him.
And then one day, a girl sent you a message. It as a hey girly message. "Hi, my love. I'm so sorry, isn't this your boyfriend? xx" It was. You found the other woman's instagram. You scrolled for what felt like hours. You were upset because he had the audacity to cheat on long term girlfriend in the middle of covid. When she was stuck with him.
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It was over, after a year of hell, you'd finally moved. Your new apartment was beautiful. Of course it was. It was literally Monaco. You hadn't told him yet. He was away seeing someone for a couple of days. You knew he'd find out soon though. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, you tensed up before settling into Lily's embrace. "You're safe now, my love. Stop thinking about him, let's unpack." You hadn't brought much, you'd only taken necessities. The house was fully unfurnished so you could decorate.
You did. It took your mind off of everything. Off of him. You loved your new apartment. It was safe. He didn't know where you were, where to find you. Until your phone blew up.
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You really didn't care, honestly. You found the anger quite funny. Your 2nd bedroom got turned into your streaming room where you finally got to stream since escaping. You had no more shame, deciding to post online more again.
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youruser
liked by alexalbon, lululucy and others
youruser the girls are all you need, really.
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alexalbon What about me </3
⤷ youruser alex, we've already agreed that you're one of the girls. you're in the girls groupchat, you're included
⤷ user1 omg f1 and my favourite streamer know each other? my 2 worlds colliding
lululucy In love w you xxxxx
⤷ youruser i love you xx
mamarosie my beautiful girl. i'm glad you came back.
⤷ youruser i love you so much mama. see you tomorrow
marieashford Glad you're back, sweetie.
⤷ youruser me too. only a 20 min drive away now instead of an entire plane journey!!
lilymhe Coming to a race near you soon!
⤷ youruser oh absolutely. monaco gp here we come!!
megster2000 men ain't shit!!
⤷ youruser real as hell. no more wasting time on the crazy ones xoxo
⤷ alexalbon That's the spirit 🥳
user2 I thought she had a bf?
⤷ user3 maybe they broke up?
⤷ user2 possibly. her comments seem to imply that.
alobonofan164 Girl, Alex, what are you doing here?
andrealucille Eww
⤷ lululucy bitch who are you?
andrealucille Hes mine not urs
andrealucille Disgusting bitch no wonder he got with me
⤷ youruser sorry, who are you?
user4 omg idk the context but go get her ass
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A few streams passed where you had been avoiding discussing what happened. You eventually mentioned something offhand. "Yes, me and my partner split up. I don't wanna talk about it yet. Maybe soon though." You said. "Also you're gonna get some Grand Prix content because Alex and Lily are dragging me to the F1." You said, shaking your head, amused.
lilymhe Thank you for coming with me, it was so fun
⤷ youruser anything for my love.
user1 omg blonde hair??
f1fan1 who it this lmao
⤷ user2 a streamer! she's not a big fan of f1 but she is trying to learn because Alex Albon is her best friend's boyfriend and she wants to support her friends. hope this helps <3
⤷ f1fan1 Thank you!
georgerussell63 It was great to meet you, Carmen is happy to have a new friend!
⤷ youruser george please tell carmen she is welcome at my place anytime
andrealucille Gross
alexalbon Grateful to have had your guys' support!
⤷ youruser girls supporting girls, you know how it is
⤷ alexalbon Are we still going with this "one of the girls" thing? 😭
⤷ lilymhe Yes.
⤷ megster2000 accept your fate.
⤷ lululucy Agreed
⤷ alexalbon fine
williamsracing Admin says it was a pleasure having you here !
⤷ youruser williams racing supremacy
⤷ williamsracing That's the spirit
lululucy Girl stop posting and get ready so we can go out!!
⤷ youruser yes ma'am
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"Oh honey you've basically been done with the relationship for a year. You've been out of the relationship for months. A club is the best place to find a one night stand." Lucy said, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
Your response was to simply shake your head, walking off to get another drink.
"You're Alex's friend right?" A voice came from behind you as you were stood at the bar. You looked at the man. Tanned, slightly curly but short hair. You allowed yourself to turn fully.
"I am, who are you?"
"Lando. Norris. I'm a driver too." He said. You didn't care about that, honestly. You shrugged. He smiled. "You don't care?" He asked, his head tilting.
You laughed. "Why would I care? You're a man with a job. You could be the richest man in the world and I still wouldn't give a damn about what said job was."
"Well that's... refreshing." Lando admitted, looking at all the drinks behind the bar, placing down his empty glass.
"What are you drinking?" You asked him, waiting fo his response so you could order the pair of you a drink.
He thought for a moment before shrugging. "Surprise me. But shouldn't I be offering to buy you a drink?"
"Nope. I'm offering." You said, looking at the bartender. "Could I get 2 strawberry daiquiris please? On my tab please honey."
The bartender nodded, smiling. She seemed sweet. She returned with her two frozen strawberry daiquiris. You handed one to Lando. He thanked you.
Over time, the two of you slowly drifted out to the balcony. Sounds from inside softened out there. Music was more muted, it was easier to talk. The city below was dark, lit up only by lights in people's apartments. You stayed there talking, side by side, unaware of how much time was passing. You felt comfortable, less tense the longer you were there. Lando listened. You felt heard. Understood. Every pause and nod from him felt like an invitation to continue, an assurance that he was listening.
"So I can't convince you into the McLaren garage?" Lando asked with a kind smile.
You shook your head, amused. "Not a chance. Williams Racing supremacy." You stood firmly on your point. "So you're single?" It, quite frankly, surprised you. A man so willing to listen, so understanding and kind, was single?
Lando nodded, shrugging as he sipped his drink. "Yeah. I went through a breakup a few months ago. My friends have been trying to encourage me to get back out there. My relationship didn't end badly, but I just struggle to meet people, you know? What about you? No boyfriend?" He asked.
You shook your head, looking into his eyes. "I went through a break-up a while ago ago too," you said. "It wasn't good. He was a little too much for me, all the time. Too full on, too controlling." There was a momentary pause before you continued, a gentle yet unaffected tone to your words. "He ended up cheating on me." The words had less weight to them than they should. There was no anger, just truth. Lando noticed how distant it was said, as if you were talking about someone else's story and not your own.
"It doesn't seem to affect you much."
"Well, the relationship went south during lockdown, I just couldn't break up with him until after because we lived together." You explained, and it suddenly made a lot of sense to him.
That night, he insisted on walking you home, and you didn't argue. Monaco at night felt softer somehow. The harbour glittered and the streetlights painted the pavement with a golden glow. Walking side by side, the pair of you shared small conversations sometimes, Lando opting to be calmer considering how late it was, a sentiment you appreciated. You hadn't gone out for drinks for a long time, so you couldn't handle your drinks as much as you thought you could. You knew the girls would already be at yours as you guys had planned a sleepover. Although, they were starting to wonder if you would be home, you having disappeared off after their insisting of you meeting someone new. But for now, you kept walking. Every so often, gentle laughter would break the soft spoken conversation. His arm was interlinked with yours to steady you as the pair of you walked.
You took a break, sitting on a bench. "Monaco is so beautiful. The harbour looks like it's littered with stars." Your voice was gentle. Lando took in the view too. You had to snap a few photos before you continued.
The pair of you eventually arrived at your apartment. You spun around. "Thank you for walking me home."
He shook his head. "Sleep well, I'll see you around. And take it easy, you're gonna regret drinking so much tomorrow."
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March 2023
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youruser
liked by lilymhe, lando and others
youruser life recently
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lando What a cute dog. You should adopt him.
⤷ youruser don't tempt me. i want him.
user1 Omg a man
user2 Softlaunching????
lululucy Us reading the comments watching everyone speculate when we know who that is megster2000
⤷ megster2000 Literally.
mclarenf1 Ha ha that's so cool admin wants to know if you are a mclaren fan yet?
⤷ youruser williams racing supremacy. sorry admin xx
⤷ mclarenf1 😞
lilymhe I'm obsessed with you
⤷ youruser i will marry you one day
alexalbon An advantage of being one of the girls is knowing who this is.
⤷ youruser hehe you're finally coming to terms with it
⤷ alexalbon It has its benefits.
aliceinthesky wowee i miss you xx
⤷ youruser mwah mwah
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youruser
tagged: aliceinthesky
liked by lululucy, lando and others
youruser happy birthday to the best little sister in the world. alice, you're 21 now but you'll still always be my baby sister. i could never ask for a sister as amazing as you. you're my best friend through everything. being only 2 years younger than me, i'm glad we can be so close. i'm grateful to have a sister like you. happy birthday.
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aliceinthesky 🥺
aliceinthesky thank you, i love you so much, you're the best big sister ever xxxx
⤷ youruser i love you always xx
mamarosie my girls ❤
⤷ youruser i love you mama
⤷ aliceinthesky love you so much, forever grateful for being raised by you
lando Happy birthday Alice!!
⤷ aliceinthesky thank you lando.
lilymhe Happy birthday!
⤷ aliceinthesky thank you xx
lululucy happy birthday little cuz <3
⤷ aliceinthesky thank you <3
marieashford Happy birthday sweetpea x
⤷ aliceinthesky thank you!
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f1wags
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f1wags Formula One driver Lando Norris has been spotted with a Monaco-based streamer named [Your Name]. Originally from Nice, Y/N has been a streamer since 2020, when she lived in London with her now ex-boyfriend. Since the breakup, she hasn't been seem with anyone else romantically until now. In October 2021, she spoke out for Domestic Abuse Awareness Month, opening up about past experiences, about her relationship. It has been suspected that she has been in a relationship with an unknown man since June 2022. Could Lando be the man they were talking about? Lando himself has had no public relationships since his split with ex Luisinha Oliveira in March 2022. What are your thoughts?
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user1 hopefully, she's great, she will be good for him.
user2 my two worlds continue to collide omg
user3 yuck, I hope not
⤷ user4 literally what's your problem lmao
user5 She doesn't deserve him.
user6 You're telling me he's in a relationship?? </3
youruser 👀
youruser crazy crazy rumours. heard anything about this? lando
⤷ lando Nope, heard nothing.
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May 2024
lando
liked by youruser, f1 and others
lando WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆
-comments-
user1 😍
ln4 P1 BABY!!
⤷ lando You know it
user2 LETS GOOOO
user3 YOU DID IT!!
georgerussell63 Finally 🏆
youruser LFGGGGG! first of many 🧡
⤷ lando You know she's excited when she uses capitals
⤷ mclarenf1 How long until we can deem you a McLaren fan?
⤷ youruser never, admin, sorry. Williams supremacy 4 life
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youruser
liked by lando, lululucy and others
youruser WINNER! LFG 🧡 so so proud lando
-comments-
lululucy LETS GO LANDO LETS GO
mamarosie Congratulations Lando!
⤷ lando Thank you mama Rosie
aliceinthesky YAY!!!
megster2000 Big proud
lando Thank you.
⤷ youruser You're so welcome
user1 Can they announce their relationship together or something already goddamn
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youruser and lando
liked by alexalbon, aliceinthesky and others
lando Two years with you, many more to go. ❤
-comments-
youruser i love you
⤷ lando I love you
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Guess who hasn't posted in *checks notes* almost 2 years. This dude. So here is a quick little fluff oneshot. Peace and love - alocon
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [8] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko.
Summary: Mini chapter. When the FIA tries to stop you driving at the next grand prix weekend, the drivers decide to take a drastic, but necessary, turn to stand up for you.
Before you read: Use of Y/N
fc: Blanca Soler
[Previous Part] [Masterlist]
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be- - MV¹ x Fem!OC
“So, question for Y/N.”
You were currently sat in the interviews before the next race, in a press conference with you, Lance, Zhou, Logan and Nico. You had been expecting this question when it came but had not expected it only 3 minutes into the questions.
“We hear you're under investigation by the FIA, would you like to expand on that and what you are under investigation for?”
“Yes,” you sat up in your seat, more than happy to speak. “I have been put under investigation for creating a hostile work environment since 2019. Apparently, I have been acting hostile towards Christian Horner, despite the fact its more like the other way around.” You shrugged.
“Right.” The interviewer shrugged. “And how might this affect your driving?”
“Well, pending the results of the investigation, they may, as a punishment, revoke my super licence.”
“So let me get this straight,” Crofty said, speaking up. “You're at risk of losing your racing licence because of you allegedly being hostile to the Team Principal of Red Bull Racing since 2019?”
I nodded.
Lance then spoke up. “I think it's suspicious that these rumours suddenly came around just after a podcast episode about some of her treatment at Red Bull and a post of her and Geri together.” He said. “It seems very strangely timed.”
“Almost like they're trying to silence her for Christian's actions.”
The drivers in the conference all started defending you, putting a smile on your face. It was sweet to see them all so defensive over you, instantly jumping to your protection without even being asked their opinions.
“It had been oddly timed.” You said. “All of a sudden, after me putting in a complaint about Christian Horner to the FIA, I was the one under investigation. I think that it's ridiculous to be honest. I provided evidence - more than enough. And yet I am still the one under fire.”
“I hear a lot of drivers and other staff are supporting you.” Crofty said. “Do you have anything to say to that?”
“Yes. I am so grateful for the way that the drivers have treated me, and other staff, both at Mercedes and other teams. I appreciate that they have been defending me to the FIA, and taking a stand with me against the unfair treatment that I have been under by Red Bull and the FIA in the past couple of weeks, and Red Bull since I joined.”
“So are you still racing this weekend?”
“No. They've told me I'm not allowed to race until the investigation is over.” you explained, frustrated.
The rest of the press conference went well and, soon, you were back in your drivers room and soon heard the door open. You looked up, seeing the drivers slip into your room. All of them.
“We're here to take your mind off of all the bullshit going on. So. We have fifa, Uno, monopoly, Mario Kart, we got your switch so you can play animal crossing if you want,” Lando began to list off everything.
You chuckled, smiling sweetly at them at the kind kind actions of going out of their ways to try to cheer you up. So that's what happened. You all sat on the floor talking, playing games, chilling out and discussing how to sort this out when Charles came up with an idea.
“A strike.”
“A what?” You looked at the Monegasque, confused at the sudden outburst.
“We could go on strike. Refuse to race until Horner is gone and the investigation is dropped.”
There were some cheers from the drivers.
“Guys. What?” You said when you saw the agreements. “You don't have to do this.” you said.
“Let's vote then.” Charles said. “All in favour?” 19 hands went up. “All against?... Then it is decided.”
After some planning, it was in order.
El Plan (2025 Driver's Strike edition)
Step One: Pack our stuff.
You all got to work, packing out bags, everything we needed.
Step Two: Prepare the vehicles.
That went by quickly too.
Step Three: Tell Our Team Principals
You walked into the emergency meeting with George and Toto, sitting down.
“What's this about? What's going on?” He asked, confused.
“We're going on Strike,” George announced.
“You're doing what?”
“This wasn't my idea,” you started. “But one of the drivers suggested a full driver Strike. Because of the investigation.”
George started explaining the details. The plan. Afterwards, there was a moment of silence.
“Fair enough,” Toto said. “I wouldn't be able to stop you and to be honest, I don't even want to. I don't want you losing your seat, Y/N. Go wild. Have fun. Call me when you're off strike and keep me updated, yes?” He said. You and George looked at each other, surprised it went so well.
Over in the Red Bull office, it wasn't going as well.
“You're doing what?” Christian snapped, angrily.
“Going on strike.” Max leant back in his chair.
“Until the investigation is dropped, we will not race.”
“This is insane! What is wrong with you?” He snapped angrily. “You shouldn't do it if you want your contract renewed, Max.”
“I'm sure there are other teams who would happily take me,” He said standing up, walking straight out the door without another word, being quickly followed by his teammate.
Step Four: Announce the Strike.
“Right, hello,” Crofty said, looking at the camera. “So, we've got a sudden broadcast request from the drivers so… that's what is happening here.”
Bernie spoke up. “We have no idea what this is about. Take it away.”
Your designated speakers - Charles and Max - stepped up to take the mics.
Max got up his script. “Today, Charles suggested something and we did a vote, getting back unanimous agreement.”
“All of the drivers on the current Formula One grid will be going on strike. None of us will drive until our demands are met.” Charles paused before speaking again. “Demand Number One: The investigation on the Mercedes-AMG Petronas driver, Y/N L/N, is dropped. The treatment she has received from both Red Bull and the FIA recently, and since 2019, has been absolutely unacceptable. They are trying to silence her and stop her from racing, so if she can not race, we will not race.” He looked at Max, nodding for him to read the next demand.
Max smiled, looking at the camera. “Deman Number Two: Christian Horner is removed as the team principal of Red Bull Racing indefinitely and an investigation is opened on Red Bull, Christian, and the head of the FIA. I should've stood up for the treatment of Y/N back in the day, and I didn't. But I will do it now. The treatment she had endured was something I would never wish on a driver. The constant hours of berating her for doing her job, and blackmailing her by threatening to reveal that she miscarried are unacceptable and they, Christian especially, should be taken into account.”
“We want to make it clear that this was not the decision or suggestion of Y/N L/N. This was entirely my suggestion, and all of the drivers instantly agreed. Do not send her hate for this. We will ensure that anyone who has attended any races or paid to attend any of the races get compensated somehow, and we will ensure that every single person who has paid to attend the races gets an apology that it has had to go this far. Action will not be taken until we make a drastic move, so this is our drastic move.” Charles then said his final sentence. “None of us will drive until our demands are met.” Charles repeated again.
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Hi All!!
Hope you're well. Here is a mini chapter for the Max story. Expect some drivers' strike chapters soon. This is unedited. Love you all x
Summary: You're an aggressive driver... except when it comes to him
Before you read: Couple of curse words x
fc: N/A
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MS47 X Fem!Reader
Mad Max had seen nothing on you when you got crashed into in a race. The media, especially Drive to Survive, had always portrayed you as some evil, harsh, aggressive woman when you were nothing but a sweet, loving soul behind the camera, behind the racing where people actually know you. Sure, you weren't too big on making friends or pursuing friendships with people you didn't trust. You were friends with all the drivers, though. Even if you weren't best friends with them all, you were still relatively close with them all. That didn't stop the media from treating you as though you were the human equivalent of a pile of garbage. Typical.
The drivers insisted that you were completely different from racing but no one believed it. Your positive radio messages praising good moves, even those against you, weren't shown and all your good deeds seemed to be overshadowed by DTS. You had fans though who knew all that you liked and what you were actually like.
It didn't matter to them, though. To the media, to DTS, you were nothing but an evil, harsh, rude, disrespectful driver. You couldn't help being passionate about your job, though. You wanted to make your family proud. You wanted to make the whole of Brazil proud. You needed to make the whole of Brazil proud. So it made you tough, determined, it made you realise that there isn't much you wouldn't do to achieve your dreams. If it meant all your time and effort, it meant all that time and effort. Every. Single. Bit. But that's just something that came with being a Brazilian, determined Formula One driver who's dad was THE Rubens Barrichello.
Your dad and Michael Schumacher were closer than people believed. It was sometimes played off as a rivalry with a hint of friendship but, realistically speaking, they were relatively good friends. You weren't too close with their family, though, until around 2009. You had always been a very determined racer. And that meant being overly competitive in your karting days. Most of your karting group weren't as close with you because of that. Except one person - Mick Schumacher.
The friendship between you both had started off with you being quiet and closed off to everyone. He had been very determined to change that. Over time, you had learnt to tolerate his bubbly, smiley self and had started to care deeply for the man. He was the only person you allowed yourself around. You had never once raised your voice at him. Then again, you had never been angry at him post race. He had always been there if you had been taken out of a race. Whether that be him having DNFed as well or after he finished a race, he would always be there for you. And you were for him. No matter what happened, if he finished the race, if he dnfed, etc. you always made it very very clear that you were proud of him. You never let him feel anything but an incredible driver, an incredible person. Because that is exactly what he was. A good talent in a shitbox Haas. A good person. Your person.
A fond memory the pair of you held was when Gina had convinced you both to watch Grey's Anatomy so she could discuss it with someone and you had watched it together. When Meredith first called Christina her person, Mick had looked down at you, where you had been cuddled into his gentle embrace. “You know,” he had said softly, pausing for a moment as you looked up at him, watching you as your beautiful eyes had met his, softening the second you had looked at him, nothing but adoration in your eyes. “You're my person.” He had stated it so genuinely, his hand running through your hair as you both just stared at each other. He had watched the way your eyes seemed to light up the second he said it. Just when he was convinced he couldn't pine over someone as much as he did, you once again had proved him wrong.
Mick had never considered himself scared of you. Lots of people would say that he was only friends with you because he was scared of you. But that wasn't true. That had never been true. He loved who you were when you were with him. He knew how misunderstood you were. He knew that, sure, sometimes you got pissed off when you DNFed, but everyone did. Sure, sometimes you would exchange a few words back and forth with another driver who took you out, but you always apologised if you got angry and the occasions you were very angry were incredibly rare. As in, he had only seen you properly shout at someone 3 times in the time he'd known you - once when Pierre Gasly had been driving incredibly recklessly and you had yelled at him a little bit because he easily could've seriously injured someone, once in Karting when you were 11 and someone had cost you the championship through a stupid move (yes, you had apologised for that), and in 2021 when Max Verstappen had crashed you out of the championship fight. You wouldn't have yelled at the man (and slapped him) had he not had that fucking smirk on his face when he found out that he was still in the championship fight, even though you weren't. He didn't care about you no longer being in the championship. In fact, it suited him better because it had been a two way tie instead of 3. He had later apologised for that though so, not wanting to cause any drama, you accepted.
Mick had never felt so scared in his life as he had been during the 2022 Japanese Grand Prix. Someone, he wasn't sure who, had hit the back of his car and he had felt his heart stop when he felt himself latch onto the back of your car, dragging you with him, quite roughly. What had stopped his heart most, at that point, was the tractor that was on track without a red flag. Luckily, to both of your luck, you were both in a position where you were just out of the way so you had both hit the barrier, albeit pretty hard, but without any tractor incidents. And the race had finally been red flagged. You hit your hands on the steering wheel, speaking over the radio. “For f**ks sake. Please tell me I'm not out of the championship.”
“You're not, Y/N. You're still in the championship race.”
“Thank f**king God. Who even crashed into me? That could've been so dangerous for both of us if we had gone into that tractor.”
“Uhm, it appears to be Schumacher. All cars are past, you can get out of your car now.”
You had taken your seat belt off with record speed, getting out of the car and replacing the steering wheel. You turned, seeing Mick. He was sitting on the floor, knees brought up to his chest, helmet off, and his head in his arms. You were confused. Was he hurt? You headed over to him, crouching down.
“Mick. You okay?” He looked up at you, nodding. “You're not hurt, no?” He shook his head. “Alright. Come on, let's go get in the car and get back to the pits, alright?” He followed you.
However, once you got out of the car, he rushed off straight to the Haas garage. No goodbye or anything, just left. Placing your helmet into the hands of your race engineer, you watched Mick wipe his face as he headed into the Haas garage. You turned to your race engineer, zoning in as he questioned you on you being okay and not injured and stuff.
You had joined Formula One in 2021 with Porsche. Porsche weren’t meant to be coming into F1 for a few years, however, they had somehow managed to convince the FIA that there should be an 11th team on the grid and, somehow, they had agreed. Willingly. Thus, Porsche F1 Team was born. The grid increased from 20 drivers to 22, with you being joined by someone you drove in F2 with - Felipe Drugovich, another Brazilian driver. You had been beyond hyped, especially when Porsche had absolutely ripped, bringing you all to P4 in the constructors in its first season. Now, however, there was a chance of it being P1. And you were going to take that chance. Your dream was to be a champion, to make your country and your dad proud, and you would do anything to make that happen.
Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see a frantic Haas employee. “I'm so sorry for interrupting. Mick is freaking out, we need you.”
“What happened? Is he okay?”
“He's really worried that he took you out of the championship. I think he's scared to lose you. We tried to reassure him but I think it would be better coming from you. He also isn't going to medical despite needing to.”
You turned to your race engineer. “Can we catch up later?”
He shook his head. “Y/N you need to go get checked in the medical centre. That should be your priority right now.”
“No. I don't think you understand. Mick is my priority. Always. I'll go to medical with him.” You walked away quickly, following his race engineer towards Haas.
You walked into the garage, ignoring the weird looks you were getting, and straight over to the German driver who was sitting in the back corner, just like how you found him at the track, but inside this time, surrounded by people. They quickly cleared off when you signalled for them to. You knelt down in front of him. You didn't say anything, placing your hand gently on his knee.
He looked at you. “I am so so sorry,” he whispered, and you could see that he'd been trying.
“For what? You didn't mean to take me out with you.”
He had already looked away from your face. “Yeah but I ruined your chance of winning the championship again. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me, I don't want to lose you.”
You placed your finger on his chin, lifting his head so his eyes met yours. Your hand then moved up to his cheek, taking his face into your hand softly. “Mickey, you didn't take me out of the championship. I can still win. And even if you did, you wouldn't lose me, alright?”
“But… Max last year.”
“Mick Schumacher, the only way that you will lose me is the day that I die.” He smiled slightly and you took the opportunity to wipe a bit of the wetness on his face away with your thumb. “Plus, that was so, so different. Max smirked and made a comment when he found out I wasn't in the championship, it was deliberate, and I still forgave him. But he's nothing compared to how far you would genuinely have to go to push me away.”
“I don't get it, why?”
“You're Mick. You're my Mick. You're my person and I love you more than I'll ever be able to express to you.”
You hadn't felt his hand on the back of your neck until it pulled you to connect your lips with his. You didn't react at first, just genuinely in shock at the feeling of his lips on yours. His soft, gentle lips. The thing you had always wanted. And it was what you had wanted for years. And then he pulled away. “Fuck, I'm so sorry Y/N, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have-” You cut him off again to reconnect your lips, which he seemed to appreciate, as evident by his grip on your hair tightening slightly.
You pulled away from the kiss. “Odds on our PR managers having heart attacks right now?”
He chuckled quietly, showing you that beautiful smile of his that you adored. “Oh, almost 100%,” he responded, causing you to laugh as well, head leaning to rest on his shoulder. “We're on camera,” he whispered in your ear.
“Give them a wave,” you joked in response. “I believe we have to take a trip to medical.” You stood up, hand outstretched to take his. You shot a wink at the camera as you both stood up, before you walked out of the garage.
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Hi All,
This is short and quickly written and unedited. Apologies for not posting this on Monday. Let me know if you want to be on my general taglist
Have a good day x
Alocon
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [7] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Summary: Christian Horner hate club comes into full swing as everyone begins to turn their backs on the team principal and some Max fluff.
Before you read: Use of Y/N (sorry!!)
fc: Blanca Soler
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Seven] - MV¹
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The clock showed 2 am as you slowly got out of bed, and made your way to the kitchen.
You opened the fridge and squinted your eyes as the bright light hit you. You reached out for the bottle of water you've been craving when you heard a voice behind you. You jumped in place and turned around to see your temporary roommate lean against the kitchen island. Max had been staying with you due to an issue with his apartment, meaning he would've had to stay either with friends or in a hotel. Luckily, you had opened your door to him with no hesitation.
“Can’t sleep?”
"Hello. No, I can't. I figured you're the same?" You grabbed the water, sitting on the kitchen counter opposite him.
He nodded his head as he continued to lean against the counter. He had a relaxed look on his face, and was seemingly in no rush to return to bed. "What's keeping you up?”
"I'm not sure, I just can't sleep very well," you said softly, still trying to get used to the light. He chuckled, leaning over and turning the light down slightly.
He remained quiet for a moment as he studied your expression.
"It's always the same with me. Something gets stuck in my head, and I can't turn it off." You nodded in agreement as he continued, "My mind is always occupied and won't shut up long enough for me to sleep.”
"What's stuck in your head this time?” You asked, curiously.
He shrugged.
"Just work, life, the usual stuff. But I can't focus on one thing and it's causing me to overthink everything. It's draining.”
"Is there anything that could take your mind off things?”
He rubbed his eyes as he considered your question. "Do you have any suggestions?”
You shrugged, thinking for a moment. "We could... watch some films together, we could.. I don't know, see if sleeping in the same bed or something helps.”
"Hmm..." The idea of watching a movie sounded nice, but the mention of you sleeping in his bed caught him off guard. "You mean you and I?”
"I mean, yeah. You and I.”
He paused as he considered what you've just suggested. "Are you sure you'd be comfortable sleeping in the same bed?” He asked, his voice quiet, soft, almost slightly nervous.
You smiled, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I'd be comfortable with that.”
He smiled at your response, finding it rather endearing that you're so willing to share the same bed. "Would you be comfortable with me resting against you?”
"Of course. What's the point in sleeping in the same bed if you don't cuddle?" You grinned, looking into his eyes.
The idea of cuddling with you in bed made his heart pound in his chest. He leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered to just above a whisper as he spoke quietly, "If I pull you closer, would you protest?”
You sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting the closeness, or the whispering, or the words. Your voice came out in a shuddery breath. "No.”
"Good..."
He smiled before he pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping around your body. Once he felt you pressed up against him, he let out a deep sigh, a contented expression taking over his face.
A brief moment of silence passed before he spoke again in an even quieter voice, "This feels really nice, you know that?”
"Yeah, I agree. Should we go up to my bedroom?”
The thought of taking you upstairs and into your bedroom to cuddle excited him more than he cared to admit. He missed it… a lot. But he also doesn't want to move too fast and potentially ruin this moment. "We could. Would you like to?”
"Yeah. Like I said, if it helps to let us sleep, I'm more than happy." You whispered back softly.
"Okay. Let's go. But..."
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself as he looked into your eyes. "Do you want to spend the rest of the night in your bed? Or would you prefer me to just come up and cuddle for a bit?”
"We could... we could do the rest of the night." You said after a moment, a soft, almost nervous feeling in your stomach.
He smiled at your answer, finding your shyness rather endearing. In a swift motion, he took your hand and started towards the stairs, leading you to your own bedroom.
He looked around your room. 3 of the walls were white, 1 was Palace green. The large bed had a black, wooden bed frame, 2 pillows on each side (one white, one evergreen coloured), the bedsheets were white but the covers were sage green. green. The curtains were green. There was an oak wood cupboard and a set of white drawers. There were some wooden, hexagon shaped shelves on the walls, kind of honeycomb shaped, all adorned with fake plants. There were some posters on the wall, all green, white and black, as well as some records. There was a desk with a draw that had my makeup projects. There was a small rug in the corner with a little art area set up, with paints (not open) an easel etc. There were a couple of beanbags in another corner with a few teddies and a guitar. There were a few photos around as well. He loved it.
Once he closes the door behind the two of you, he leant back against it with a deep breath. "I'm glad you agreed for me to spend the night. I was hoping you would.”
You sat on the bed, sliding slowly under the cover before signalling for him to join you.
Max followed your lead, sliding into the bed next to you.
He pulled you against his body once he was under the covers, his hands wrapping around you in a tight embrace.
You could feel his breathing slow down as he relaxes, a wave of warmth radiating from his body that is comforting and soothing to you.
"You comfortable?" You asked softly, hand instantly travelling to his hair, gently playing with it.
"Mhmm..." He squeezed you a little tighter, finding the sensation of your touch calming and relaxing.
You could feel his heart pound in his chest as one of his arms moved up to rest on your shoulder. "But I think I would be even more comfortable if I could hold you a little tighter than this.” He mumbled into your shoulder.
"Feel free. Whatever helps," you whispered, continuing to play with his hair.
Without a word, he pulled you up slightly so that you're pressed against his chest.
His arms wrapped around your body once more, but this time he pulled you as close as he could and you felt his heartbeat against your back as his chest pressed against yours.
You gently placed a kiss on his forehead as your hand gently stroked through his hair. You kept your touches soft, enough to keep him calm and to hopefully drift you both off to sleep.
His chest rose and fell slowly as he exhaled deeply, his body feeling relaxed as he let you soothe him with your touch.
He closed his eyes as he felt your lips gently kiss his forehead, and he let out a soft exhale of satisfaction. Your touch was soothing and gentle, and the thought of falling asleep with you in his arms is all he could desire right now.
It didn't take long for your eyes to feel heavy, letting all anxiety leave your mind as you drifted off into a soft, gentle sleep.
The comfort of his presence and your touch calmed his mind and the tiredness of his body took over gradually until he drifted off into a deep sleep himself.
As he slept, he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you pressed tightly against him.
As the hours passed, the only sounds that filled the room were the rhythm of each other's heartbeats, the gentle rise and fall of each other's bodies, and the slow and steady breath of your shared sleep.
The morning approached fast, your eyes slowly opened and you were greeted by the presence of his body next to yours, wrapped around you in a tight embrace. It took a little while to work out what was going on, until you saw him on my chest. You smiled as you remembered what happened in last night's late hours and felt a smile form on your face as you felt the warmth of his body against yours.
He stirred slightly as his chest rose and fell, and his arms shifted slightly but otherwise remained in their location as he slept on.
The next morning, you woke up, letting you remain in my arms until you did too.
“Good morning,” he said softly, leaning his head onto my shoulder.
“Morning Max. Did you sleep okay?” You asked politely, causing him to happily nod.
“Like a dream, thank you.” He said softly.
You looked at your phone, before sighing. "Shit." You said, sitting up.
"What's up?"
"They've opened an investigation on me for creating a hostile work environment in the paddock??"
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Hi all!
Sorry I didn't post this sooner, I was really sick last week so was super unable to post. However, I will now be doing a schedule and posting every Monday (or trying to post once a week at least) and hoping to post part of my Max story every other Monday!
Unedited pls correct spelling errors
Have a good day
Alocon
Summary: Lance meets a lovely business woman and decides to drop some game with the help from the community
Before you read: Fluff, Lance being nice, Lance is underrated - I do not want Lance Stroll hate here pls, Quickly written, not edited so sorry if it isn't great x, This is basically some backstory just in case I decide to turn it into a SMAU series!!
Genre: Fluff, some social media at the end
fc: Tess Holloway for profile picture, faceless blondes from Pinterest
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Business as Usual - LS18
You walked through the woods, heading towards the isolated little river that you sat by whenever you felt overwhelmed. As you approached the opening in the trees, you saw a figure, someone sat down on the rock next to the one that you normally say at. You shrugged to yourself, not really caring if someone else was there, he seemed quiet and you could still unwind. As if he could sense a presence, he turned, looking at you. You sent him a gentle smile, walking over and sitting on the rock that sat beside the one he was on.
“Do you mind? This is my spot,” he said, sounding rather frustrated at the new presence.
“Well it's my spot too, so I'm going to quietly enjoy it,” you responded, not really in the mood for another argument that day. He seemed to accept that, groaning rather dramatically before accepting it and going quiet.
You watched as the river flowed gently, the crystal-clear water meandering gracefully between rocks. You could see the pebbles below the water, laying contently on the river bed, some adorned with moss which had slowly covered more and more pebbles over time. The sound of running water and gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze subdued the loud sounds in your brain, allowing you to shut everything that you were feeling out. The fragrant scent of wildflowers and mud filled your senses as you breathed in, causing a sigh of content to leave your mouth. The natural canopy provided by the trees above allowed you to sit there calmly, shading the sun from your face and body as you watched the ripples of the water.
You heard a gasp and sudden movement from the man sat beside you. You looked in his direction, looking into his eyes and following his eyesight to the creature that had landed by him and startled him so much. You started laughing softly. “It's not funny, don't laugh.”
“You're scared of a tiny little frog?” You asked, leaning over to pick it up. “Hi little buddy.” You spoke gently to the frog as it sat contently in your hand, bringing it up to eye level with you and looking at it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man sit back down. “Do you want to hold him?”
He was silent, so you looked up at him, seeing the anxious look in his eyes. “What if I hurt it? I don't want to do that.”
You smiled softly. “You trust me?”
He thought for a moment before gently nodding. “I guess, why?”
You signalled for him to hold out his hand, which he did, before gently moving your hand over so the frog could move onto him. You watched as his brown eyes softened, his mouth turning into a grin as he held the tiny creature in his hand. “It’s kind of cute…”
“I hope this doesn't sound weird but may I take a photo of it in your hand? Your face won't be in the picture, of course, but I like infodumping about animals, plants, buildings and history on my Instagram pages that I'm an admin on.”
“Pages, plural?”
“Yes, I have 2. One for nature and history and I have one where I post personal stuff.” He nodded, before allowing you to take some photos. You did, answering his questions about the type of frog as you took photos, him offering to take one of you holding it afterwards, which you gladly accepted. Placing your camera back in your bag after turning it off, you looked back at him as he spoke again. You placed the frog on your knee, luckily having chosen to wear shorts so your clothes weren't getting dirty from the little creature that rested contently on you.
“Why do you come here?”
“It's… an escape.” He looked at you, his expression unreadable so you continued talking. “When everything gets too loud, when family gets overwhelming, when work is stressful, it's nice to be able to escape here and just listen to the breeze and the water, the trees. It's all just so calming. What about you?”
He nodded, understanding exactly where you came from. “Same.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
He pondered your question for a moment before he decided to explain. “Where I work… people can be quite harsh sometimes. It's like I can never do anything without people hating me. They call me a nepo baby.” He paused, chuckling bitterly. “I know that it sounds stupid, getting frustrated over it, but people always say I don't deserve my job, that the only reason I'm here is because of nepotism. It's mental.” He sighed, looking in your direction, eyes scanning you. “What about you? What's going on with you?”
“My dad, well, step dad's trying to convince me to give him my business now that it's successful. Just like handing it over to him willingly. He invited me over to ask me to willingly give up the thing I built from the ground up.”
“Really? Why would he do that?”
You lifted your hands up, making quotation marks with your hands. “Women shouldn't run businesses, they should marry, have kids and stay at home doing housework.” He snorted, thinking you were joking. “I'm serious.”
“People still think like that?” He looked confused, watching as you nodded, sighing in response to that. Unfortunately, some people were still like that. And it pissed you off a lot.
“Unfortunately, I always wondered why mama willingly gave up working despite absolutely loving her job after they got married.” You shrugged. “He won’t be getting my company though. No way in hell. He only wants it for the money.” You paused, checking your phone. “Speaking of my business. I’ve got a business meeting party thing tonight so I will have to go.”
“It was lovely meeting you.” He smiled at you as you placed the frog on the rock, picking up your tote bag and heading out.
You went straight home, thinking that he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Sat in your hotel room, you decided to paint a bit before you headed for the business event. You wore quite a basic smart casual outfit - some white pants with a green shirt and matching blazer. Your hair was left down and you wore some basic makeup, not feeling like going over the top.
Stepping into the venue, you sighed. This was something you didn’t love about running a business. Sure, you enjoyed the small delicacies and the free wine you got all evening, but you couldn’t stand the large handful of males who decided that you, a woman, couldn’t understand basic terminology so would spend the entire time mansplaining to you. Usually, you’d bring a friend, but being in Canada, away from your main place of residence, you didn’t really have anyone to bring. So you wandered around the venue quietly, other than stopping to say hi to people as you passed them, champagne in hand. That was until you saw a white-haired man approach you.
He smiled, seeming rather friendly. He held out his hand. “Hi. Miss Martins, yes?” You nodded. “It's lovely to meet you, I'm Lawrence Stroll.” You shook his hand, smiling back. “Your step-father said that you're here on behalf of his business?”
You shook your head. “Martins Associates?”
“That's my business, not Anthony's,” you said, leading to a look of confusion on his face. “He's been trying to convince me to hand over my business to him willingly now it's doing well.”
“Oh, well I am very sorry if I insulted you there, dear. I genuinely had no idea.”
“No, it's perfectly fine. Has he been telling everyone this?”
Lawrence nodded. “Want me to go have words with the owner of this?”
“I’m meant to be talking later, so I’ll just bring it up then.”
You and Lawrence continued to talk, making friendly conversation. He talked a lot about his son, you realised. You didn’t mind, though. You didn’t usually know what to talk about. He explained about how his son is a Formula One driver and how he was super proud of him and how far he’s come over the years. He then looked around before waving somebody over. Your eyes turned from Lawrence to the person who was being waved over. When you glanced at the familiar man who you had spent time with earlier that day, you smiled. His face twisted from a look of boredom to one of relief, likely at someone he had noticed, someone who wasn’t an old man. “Y/N, this is my son, Lance Stroll. Lance, this is Miss Martins, she runs Martins Associates.”
“Miss Martins. It is very lovely to see you again.” Lance lifted your hand gently, placing a kiss to your knuckles.
“Please, call me Y/N, Mr Stroll.”
“Alright, and you can call me Lance, of course.” His dad excused himself so he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face. “May I get you a drink?”
The rest of the night went by pretty quickly. You had done your little talk, making it very clear at the start that you owned your business, not your step-father. You then spent the rest of your evening with your new Canadian friend, who you found out also lived in Switzerland, relatively close to you as well. However, eventually, your conversation wrapped up and you had to head home to catch your plane back.
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mickschumacher: Hello???? The painting??????
mickschumacher: You're so talented PLEASE
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yourbff: You beautiful, beautiful woman. I miss you, hurry back to Switzerland xx
youruser: Of course, my love. Will come and see you as soon as I land
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user2: Lance, you amazing man, remember when you picked up that bus with your bare hands to stop it from hitting me? Thanks for that, buddy, you're a real one
user3: Lance, thank you for landing my airplane safely that one time.
estebanocon: Bonjour Lance, thank you for saving my cat from being abducted by aliens that one time!!!
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youruser: Oh my lord what is going on in my comments 😭
youruser: also @ lance_stroll, message me and we will plan something.
lance_stroll: Yes ma'am, will do x
user1: HE DID IT! OUR BOY ACTUALLY DID IT
landonorris: LETSGOOOO
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habitatsandhistory: Today, we stumbled across a pseudacris crucifer, known more commonly as a Spring Peeper! These small tree frogs from the Hylidae family are found in woodland areas of the Eastern states of the USA and Canada. They are usually grey, tan or olive brown with an x-shaped, often irregular, brown mark on it's back. They grow to a length of between 2.5 and 3 cm in size!
This little guy was found by the river on slide 5, when it jumped up onto a nearby rock and I couldn't resist getting a photo of it! Feel free to follow for more history and nature facts!
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lance_stroll: Wowwww who's hand is that in the second photo? Must be someone pretty cool
youruser: They were alright, I guess. Not as cool as the person in the first photo
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Hi All,
Next chapter of MV1 will hopefully be out in the next week, I have had some writers block though so my apologies for that. Hope you're all well. Here is a Lance story, it is unedited tho so pls give feedback.
I used tweetgen for the tweets and used canva to make the instagram page and post
Have a lovely day x
Alocon
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [6] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Summary: After a lot of rumours on twitter, all is revealed in an episode of your podcast
Before you read: Use of Y/N (sorry!!), angst (kind of), THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT. LIST BELOW, PLEASE BE WARNED THAT IT WILL CONTAIN CHAPTER SPOILERS. Look after yourself
WARNINGS: Discussion of pregnancy, loss of a child, and other difficult subjects such as mental health and cheating
NOTE: There is social media at the end which is important to the story but I can summarise at the start of the next chapter so don't worry if you can't read this, you will get a summary next chapter x
fc: Blanca Soler
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Six] - MV¹
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youruser: Hi all! I know that recently there have been a lot of rumours about the end of the 2018 season and my break up with Max, as well as allegations of me cheating on him. I have already discussed these rumours and clearly stated that it is not true, as has Max. However, I feel that you still haven't been given enough of an explanation on the situation as a whole and I am finally in a situation where I am able to talk about it. I am making this post for a fair warning that this episode of my podcast will contain themes which may be sensitive to some individuals. The warning list is written below...see more
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maxverstappen1: Proud of you for being able to discuss that
youruser: Thank you Max
user1: Any guests or just you?
youruser: Me, Max, Charles, Seb and Kimi
user2: Not her trying to make money out of this situation
youruser: As has been stated since I started my podcast in 2018, all money goes straight to charity. Earnings from this week's episode goes to The Pregnancy Association of Europe, a charity that looks into why pregnancy goes wrong, if there is a way to prevent it and gets help for those who suffer loss during pregnancy. (A/N: MADE UP CHARITY FOR THE STORY X)
charles_leclerc: Might've cried a little bit whilst filming this, but I think we all did.
maxverstappen1: I did
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Pole Position Podcast - Episode 75: Let’s Talk Babies w. KR7, SV5, CL16 and MV33
Y: YOU, M: MAX, C: CHARLES, S: SEB, K: KIMI
The podcast started off with Seb sitting in the middle of the sofa. There were two people sitting beside him: Charles and Max. Then, on one of the mini seats to one side of the sofa was Kimi and to the other was an empty seat for you, you were behind the camera.
Y: This is a very different episode of the podcast. Right, can we check our audio syncs up before we start?
You placed your headphones on, counting down for everyone to clap. They did and the audio synced up perfectly from each mic. You returned to your seat. The table, which was usually bare apart from the notes from the episode, including questions and other things, had no paper, instead having a variety of foods. You looked at the camera.
Y: Alright, hello everyone. Welcome to the Pole Position podcast. Hope you’re all doing well. This is episode 75 and I am here with four lovely people, rather than one or two like I usually do. So, one by one would you guys like to introduce yourselves? Char maybe it’s best if you start because you’ve done this many times before?
C: *he nodded* Hello everyone, I’m Charles Leclerc. I am a Formula One driver who drives for Scuderia Ferrari. I’ve been on this podcast a lot. I’m basically the co-host at this point.
You chuckled
M: Hi, I’m Max Verstappen, I am a Formula One driver who drives for Red Bull, and a 3 time world champion.
S: I’m Sebastian Vettel, a retired Formula One driver who has driven for BMW Sauber, Toro Rosso, Red Bull, Ferrari and Aston Martin. I am a 4 time world champion.
K: And I’m Kimi Raikkonen, also a retired Formula One driver who has driven for McLaren, Ferrari (twice), Lotus and Alfa Romeo… Did I miss one?
Y: Sauber, right? When they were sponsored by Red Bull and Petronas?
K: How did you remember that and I didn’t? You’re basically a child.
Y: How am I the child here, both of those two are younger than me.
C: Wait, we are?
M: Yes??? She’s August 23rd, I’m September 30th, you’re October 16th.
C: 1997? *He looked at you, still confused*
Y: Yes, how did you not know that? We’ve known each other since we were 3, Charles.
C: I thought you were ‘98 for some reason.
K: Come on, even I knew that.
You clapped your hands, getting everyone’s attention.
Y: Right, back on track. Today’s episode is a more emotional one. As you know, when I started my podcast, I didn't really properly explain why I started it. I kind of summarised it, I think I said that it was something recommended by my therapist to talk about life. But I’ve never really used it to talk about the deep stuff. So today we’re going to talk about why I actually started this podcast and what happened in late 2018.
Y: I know people will be wondering why I need 4 other people to explain this with me. After the end of 2018, my brain kind of suppressed most of the more minor details and stuff so some of it I don’t remember much of, which is why these 4 are here, to kind of put all of the pieces together. So… Where do we start? With the breakup or the tests?
C: What one happened first?
M: You told me that the tests happened on Thursday evening so maybe the breakup.
Y: Alright. Max, do you want to take the lead on this one?
He nodded.
M: Alright so I broke up with Y/N on the Thursday morning before the Brazilian Grand Prix in 2018, aka Media Day. In hindsight, that was a really shitty thing to do. Everyone was really surprised by it because I absolutely was a dickhead when we split up. However, what I should’ve done is been completely honest and discussed my reasoning. I broke up with Y/N because my dad threatened me with an inappropriate sexual photo of her which he had somehow got his hands on. Likely egged on by Christian. I didn’t know how he got his hands on it, I don’t know what happened, but he had threatened to have it leaked if I didn’t break up with her, so I deemed it for the best and I did it. But the real issue was that I didn’t tell her why. I didn’t keep her in my life, I completely pushed her away. Again, a beyond stupid mistake, possibly the worst of my life.
Y: Yeah, so that happened, it impacted me pretty badly.
S: I think that’s an understatement there, no?
K: Just a bit. I remember her completely breaking down to me over it straight after it happened because she didn’t want to worry you two and she didn’t want to ruin Max’s friendship with Charles.
Seb, Charles and Max all looked at you. This was new information for the three of them.
M: I’m still, genuinely really sorry about that. I feel so bad about the way I did it.
Y: Max I’ve already forgiven you for it.
M: And yet I will apologise until the day we die if you let me.
C: ANYWAYS, so then in the evening I get a text from her basically saying “Hey, can you come over, it’s kind of important.” And I know this woman’s tendency to underreact in situations so when she said kind of, I took it as “likely very important” and headed straight there.
Y: Do I underreact or do you overreact?
M: Both
K: Both
S: Both
Y: Great.
You reached for a tortilla chip that was in a bowl on the table and took a bite after dipping it in salsa.
Y: So Charles comes over, asks what's wrong without hesitating. I didn’t even get a hi out, just opened the door and boom. Question. So I explained to him how I had been feeling kind of weird and I’d been feeling sick and tired all the time but it had been happening for a couple weeks and I knew it wasn’t sickness. That’s as far as I remember before the tests.
C: So I was like “oh, that’s weird. Have you had your period recently?” You said no but it didn’t usually anyway, I don’t know how it works.
Y: Basically, a side effect of the contraceptive pill that I take is that it stops my period. So either way I wouldn’t know just from that sign.
M: You still take it?
Y: Yeah, I do.
M: Are you actually getting laid?
Y:... Anyways, moving on.
Max laughed at that as Charles continued talking.
C: So, because it would probably cause some media attention if she went to buy tests or I went, we asked Hanna to and she was more than happy to. So she and Seb came over with pregnancy tests and dinner and like a LOT of ice cream just in case because we decided that we can risk our trainers yelling at us to cheer her up. I was not aware that her and Max had broken up by this point. I don’t think any of us except those two were.
K: And me.
C: And Kimi.
S: So anyways, me and Hanna come over and we sit on the bed and talk whilst Y/N is downing water like there is no tomorrow, you know, so she could take the tests. And then she did the tests and we spent the next 5 minutes talking whilst we ate some of our food and then she checked the test and she was pregnant. We were all happy for her because, and correct me if I’m wrong here, guys, weren’t you two like kind of casually trying at this point?
Max looked at you and you smiled, indicating that he could answer.
M: Kind of. We were to the point where we wouldn’t complain about being parents so it was a kind of situation of “if it happens, it happens but if not, so what”.
C: So then she got a little upset and we were like “why are you sad, weren’t you guys okay if this happened?” and that’s when she told us that they had split up earlier that day. So, really, like god awful timing.
Y: The rest of that evening was just kind of like them cheering me up. I tried to contact Max but he had blocked me, which I didn’t really understand at that point.
M: It was so I could not call or text because I didn’t want the photo to be leaked.
You nodded.
Y: So I think it was me, Charles, Seb, Hanna, Kimi, Minttu, Lew, and Val, except Lewis and Valtteri didn’t actually know. The others did though. I think, before this podcast gets released, the only people who know are the people here, Christian Horner, Fred Vasseur, Hanna, Minttu, my mother…
M: Christian knew?
Y: Yeah, we’ll get into that later, though. And Fred knew because I had to call him to be like “I have to go to the hospital about this tomorrow, I can’t race this weekend. And he’s family to me. So rather than racing, I went to the hospital. Hanna and Minttu came with me. Turns out I was 8 weeks along. I was like “shit, if I have this baby I’m going to miss so much racing” but apparently I was safe to drive after the 20 week mark until like the start of the 8th month as long as I was more careful than usual and got check ups after every race. SO overall I would’ve missed maybe like 6 races, so I was like, right. I should tell Christian, you know? Warn him. So I told Christian and he instantly started complaining, being like “What if this what if that? This is why we should’ve hired a man to drive”, that kind of stuff. But I think that was the heat of the moment. But then he doesn’t change and he tells my mother for some reason because he knows her and she kicks off and basically disowns me and tells me that I am not making a good choice and that I’m crazy and stuff. Fun. Anyways, going into December, I was really really overwhelmed. I don’t know what it was like from an outside perspective but it was shit from mine.
K: Terrifying.
You all turned to look at Kimi. The entire 20 minutes of the podcast so far, he hadn’t had much to say, which you got because he’s Kimi Raikkonen.
K: From an outsider perspective it was terrifying. From my perspective, at least. Seeing the way you were so stressed and you wouldn’t eat as much. You were no longer happy, you were constantly anxious, even about how you looked, if people could tell, if you weren’t looking as nice even though you looked fine. It was really scary seeing you go down such a path, especially after everything your mother said to you.
You sniffled slightly, getting emotional as you never really publicly opened up about this stuff. Charles and Seb agreed at this point.
Y: So then, a couple weeks into December, I can’t remember the exact date.
C: December 11th.
Y: December 11th, I was feeling strange. I had really bad stomach pain. Like awful. I just figured, for some reason, that it was because of the fact I hadn’t eaten much yet that day so I decided to sleep it off, see if I felt better in the morning. And, before we get into this, this may be slightly graphic and it’s a lot more graphic than I described to Max and Seb and Kimi so please be warned. I wake up in the morning, about 3am. And I sat up in my bed and I felt something wet on my lower body. So I was like “What the fuck” and I turn on the light and, uhm.
You paused, taking a deep breath in an attempt not to cry. You felt a hand slip into yours and squeeze. You looked to see Max looking at you with those soft, beautiful eyes. He was looking at you in the most gentle of ways. You felt yourself tipping over the edge slightly, voice cracking as you began to speak again.
Y: I turned on my light and I just saw red. Like, my bedsheets, which were usually white, were just red. Everything was red. I don’t remember too much after that, other than just feeling numb. Charles had been staying with me at that point. Max had just moved out and Charles’ apartment had flooded so I invited him to stay in my house until the apartment was sorted. I don’t really remember much, I don’t know if you do, Char.
C: I do. May I?
You nodded.
C: So I wake up because I hear a scream. Like not a happy one. Just a shocked sounding scream. So of course I went straight into her room to see if she was okay and the lower half of her bed was covered in blood, her shorts, her legs were all just covered in blood. It was, excuse the explanation, like something out of a horror movie. And she just… kind of sat there. Frozen. It was like she couldn’t move or speak, she just sat there. Kind of void of all emotion on her face other than her crying. I remember taking her phone and calling her baby doctor person, because she gave her phone for emergencies. And she answered and I apologised for calling so late and explained the situation because of the amount of blood just… Didn’t look normal. And she said to take her to the hospital if I was concerned. So I did and we went to the hospital and they sorted everything out. I don’t remember exactly what it was but either way we went home and we spent the next week or so just camping in, eating junk food, trying to relax and at least attempting to be calmer. I think it wasn’t until the new year that you told Christian.
Y: Yeah, I started therapy like a week after the miscarriage. And then, on the 29th of December was when you two, Han and Mina found out, I think?
S: Yeah, I remember Hanna sitting down when we got there.
K: You being late, as usual
S: Yeah, yeah. So Hanna asked how you and nugget were, which is what we had nicknamed the baby and you just kind of cracked. You started crying and they asked what was wrong and that’s when you told us that you had miscarried. So we went out and tried to make sure you had the best day of your life.
Y: That’s where the photo came from as well. The photo of me and the “mystery guy” whose face was blanked out was just a photo of me and Charles hugging because I got a little upset. I will post the photo here and if you’re listening on Spotify or Apple music, the screenshot of the story with the date attached is on my Instagram story highlights.
Y: So then I told Christian and he told my mother once again and also then proceeded to use it against me. BUT that’s all we have time for today. If anyone wants, we can do an episode purely based on my RBR treatment. Just let us know. Have a lovely day, I’ve been your host Y/N and we will see you next time.
Max, Kimi, Seb and Charles all said goodbye before the episode ended.
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Hi all!!
Here's part 6, more drama unfolding. This story will continue to slander Christian Horner btw. In this story he is an awful person because it made the plot better x
Anyways hope you enjoyed Max going on a podcast (well, two) because she asked him to so it was worth going on.
Have a good day x
Alocon
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [5] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Summary: Max is convinced that you are ignoring him, but he can't for sure prove it until he catches you after the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix
Before you read: Use of Y/N (sorry!!), angst x
fc: Blanca Soler
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Five] - MV¹
You were ignoring Max. Well, he was convinced you were ignoring him. Since the sleepover, you had been a little quieter, playing it off as just being tired due to not sleeping well, which he completely understood. However, you were now in Saudi Arabia and he had barely seen you. He had, however, seen clips of you around the paddock talking to other drivers. You seemed really happy around people, but he found it weird how the two of you never bumped into each other. Sure, you still weren't to the level of actively planning to hang out in the paddock due to the way the media would react, but you still bumped into one another usually. Except now, it seemed that wherever he was, you weren't. Almost as if you were ignoring him. It all came to a head for the Dutchman when you were stood talking to Daniel and, when Max came to join the two of you, you only stood there for a moment or two before claiming you had a meeting to get to and retreating to the Mercedes Paddock. He knew that, realistically speaking, there were likely only two people who knew why she was acting like that and, luckily, he just so happened to bump into the two of them. Together.
“Is she ignoring me?” That was the first thing Max asked. No hello, no good morning, no how are you, straight to the point.
“No?” George questioned, confused about the sudden randomness of the discussion.
“Okay, let me rephrase that.” Max paused, thinking of his wording. “Do either of you have any idea why she might be ignoring me?”
Charles shrugged. “I have no idea,” he said as the three walked together towards the media pen. “Did you say something to upset her?”
Max shook his head.
“When did you last properly speak?”
Max thought for a moment, before responding to the Brit's question. “At the sleepover, then since that day she's been acting weird.”
Max found it strange the way Charles’ head snapped towards him after he mentioned the sleepover. “The morning after we all got up?” He watched as Max nodded once again. “What did she say to you? When you were in the kitchen together?” It was as if the Monegasque had a realisation. That confused Max even more.
“She said she wanted to talk to me about something and she seemed serious… and then Daniel interrupted us and she didn't seem serious about it anymore.” He looked at Charles. “Do you know what this is about?”
“I might do,” the Monegasque driver replied, voice wavering slightly as he spoke. “And then after that she became closed off? Acting like she was fine and just tired I assume?”
“Yes, exactly like that.”
“I can talk to her after media?” George suggested
Max shook his head before shrugging. “I just need to know if I did something.”
Charles stopped moving, looking between the two. “Max after you basically broke the girl's heart, she stopped expressing her emotions fully. She expresses she positive ones, but she struggles to reach out when things are… difficult. She won't ask if she needs support or someone to talk to, she just closes herself off. If she was going to talk to you about what I think she was going to talk to you about, Daniel interrupting probably freaked her out and closed her off just after letting her guard down.”
“What was she going to talk to me about? Do you know?”
He looked at Max in response. “I… can't tell you that, it's not my place. If I get a chance to, I'll speak to her.”
And with that, they walked into the press conference. Charles joined Oscar who was sat at the very end of the sofa and Max sat beside Charles. You walked in and joined them, Fernando in tow, sitting beside you. You smiled politely to Max, before it started.
“Are you-” Max started but was cut off by Crofty starting the press conference.
“Hello everybody, welcome to the Formula One Press Conference for the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. Today we are joined by 5 drivers - From left to right, we have Fernando Alonso, Y/N L/N, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, and Oscar Piastri. Hope you're all doing well?” There were murmurs and nods in response. “Wonderful. Let's get on with the questions, shall we?”
Fernando was asked the first question, which gave Max a moment to lean over to you. “Are you okay?” He whispered. You looked at him.
“I'm okay, why?”
‘Liar’ he thought, still being able to see right through you when you weren't okay. “I'm just worried about you. You've been strangely quiet this week, which is weird because you never know how to shut up.” His words resulted in a bat on the arm from you as he gently chuckled. Your name was then called.
“This question is for Y/N,” the reporter started, before going off on a kind of long explanation from a previous year, before asking a question.
You nudged the Spaniard beside you before whispering “Gentlemen, a short view back to the past” causing him to have to cover his mouth to hide his giggles.
He mentioned how, your first year in Formula One, you had heard a lot of backlash of people doubting your skill and other such things and asked whether you felt like Formula One Press Conferences were more inclusive now for you.
You thought for a moment about your answer. “I guess, in some ways, yes. However, I still do get a lot of unsavoury things said in conferences. Sometimes I wish people would treat me how they treat the male drivers because, even though I'm not male, I'm still a driver and I wouldn't be here if I wasn't a good one so, realistically speaking, they are way too rude sometimes.” You were thanked by the reporter before some questions were asked to the other drivers. You had a few more asked, mostly about how you were feeling for the weekend, especially after 2 double podiums in a row for Mercedes.
After answering a question, Max turned to see if you were busy so he could speak to you again but he saw you already talking to Fernando. He wasn't sure what about but Fernando looked relatively serious whilst they were speaking. He heard a soft response from you. “Nando, I'm alright. I'm fine.”
The press conference continued, until finally, it was over. Max turned to respond to something Charles had just said to him but, by the time he turned back to talk to you, you were already gone. For God's Sake.
Max did not see you for the rest of the day and, when having seen you over the weekend, you had found a way to avoid him. He found comfort in the fact that he wasn't the only one, though. Apparently, and he found this out from Daniel, you had been avoiding all the drivers except Charles, Fernando and the essential members of your team. Not only that, you had also only been having short conversations with Fred, Mick and George when necessary, the longest ones being the debriefs and your conversations with the Monegasque, apparently. He refused to explain why you were being so quiet with everyone, simply saying that you were struggling and talking to people was overwhelming you. You did the same before the race too, only leaving your room to go over to the anthem, standing at the end of the line of drivers, beside Charles and George. After that, you went straight to the car. Max went to his. He turned on his radio, speaking to GP as they waited for the formation lap to start. “Do you know if Y/N is okay by the way, Max? She hasn't said hi to me at all this weekend and she usually does at least once a week.”
“She comes and says hi to you?”
“Yeah. She started doing it when you were together but after you broke up, she'd still come and make conversation. Did you two argue again or something?”
“Mate, honestly, I've got no idea. She's avoiding everyone except Charles from what I've been told.”
“Oh.” GP was quiet for a moment. “Weird. Anyways, formation lap is in 30 seconds so I'll speak to you in the race, Max, mate.”
The formation lap went without any crashes (*cough cough* Charles *cough cough*) and then the lights started turning on.
One light. Two lights. Three lights. Four lights. Five lights.
“And it's lights out and away we go.” Max slammed his foot down, quickly speeding toward the first corner. Beside him, you drove, George slightly behind and a Haas somehow here too. Max easily went into the first corner ahead, focusing on the driving rather than what was happening behind him. It was time for him to get his first win of the season. Lap by lap, he was well ahead, but then slowly, je saw a Mercedes getting closer and closer. “For fucks sake,” he said through the radio, already accepting defeat in his mind, well aware you had the ability to pass him. “How far back is she?”
“She? Mate, George is behind you.”
“Oh really? I can't see the number, I assumed it was her because she is a monster on the track. It's kind of scary actually.” He chuckled.
“George is 1.2 behind. Push as much as you can, Max.”
“Understood.”
Slowly, Charles ended up catching up to George and, somehow, overtook him. This meant that it was him he was fighting for the lead with, now. On lap 41, GP came through the radio. “Red flag, mate, lead everyone into the pits please.”
“Is everything alright? What happened?”
“Appears to be a collision between L/N and Magnussen.”
“Are they-”
“Yes, they've both replied on the radio saying that they're okay, mate. There's just a lot of debris on the track, hence the red flag.” Max let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, you heard your race engineer start speaking. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You sighed, pressing the radio button.
“I'm fine. I'm fine. Just a little frustrated. Can you let me know when it's safe to get out of the car please?”
“Of course. You are still going to have to wait for the car to come and get you and you may need to go to the med centre.”
K-Mag had been trying to un-lap himself just after you had lapped him for some reason when his car had collided with yours and you had smashed into the barrier. He wasn’t there, though, so you assumed that he was able to continue. You got out of the car, looking as marshals attempted to move your car. Luckily, it was at least manoeuvrable, so you helped to move it as much as you could despite the marshals saying that you didn’t need to because you couldn’t be sure if you had any injuries. Instead, you started helping with the debris until the car got there. Once back in the pits, you headed over to your pit wall section.
“Did it at least look cool?” Was the first question that came out of your mouth when the pit wall crew turned to you. The look on Ben’s face showed that he was not, in any way impressed with that comment. He looked at the grin on your face, shaking his head slightly.
“You certainly know how to crash with style,” George replied jokingly.
You signalled between him and Ben. “See, that’s how we should joke about this kind of stuff,” you teased, watching as Ben rolled his eyes.
“I was worried about you. It said the crash was more than 15g so you have to go to medical, please.” You leant over to hug him, before sighing. “Can I stay here for a bit first?”
Toto, who had now joined you, shook his head. “Why would you want to do that?”
“The longer I stay here, the longer I get peace before the interviews.”
“The quicker you go to medical, the quicker you get through the interviews, the quicker you get to go back to your driver’s room,” George responded. You couldn’t argue with that logic, so off you went.
After a painful hour's worth of tests in the medical centre, they deemed you fine and sent you on your way. Most of the post race interviews went as expected, asking super insightful questions (sarcasm) such as "Do you think being a woman affected your ability to control the car?", "Were you distracted by your personal life, being a woman and all?" and "Do you think your emotions got the best of you out there?" Typical. The best interview you had was with Rachel Brookes.
“Rachel. You look beautiful, as always,” you said, grinning at your favourite post-race interview reporter. She smiled back at you.
“Why thank you, you look lovely too. How are you doing?”
“A lot better now I’m speaking to a reporter who is going to be respectful,” you said, causing her to gain a confused look on her face.
“What do you mean? Have people not been respecting you?” She asked, now slightly concerned.
You shrugged. “You know what they’re like. I think if I hear a question like ‘Is this crash a reflection of women not being as skilled as men in racing?’ one more time, I will go crazy.”
The interview went by quickly and, not long after, you had to say your goodbyes to Rachel. Turning to the exit to the media pen, you saw the Dutchmen leaning against the wall, eyes fixated on you. You attempted to walk past him as you broke off from your press officer, but soon felt his presence as you continued walking in the direction of the Mercedes Motorhome.
“Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, rushing to catch up.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your response was quick, simple, as you sped up, the Mercedes garage in sight and getting closer by the second.
Max chuckled dryly. “You know for a fact you’re ignoring me. You wouldn’t be speeding up if you weren’t.” He reached out to grab your arm, stopping you from walking into the motorhome. “You’ve done it before many times.”
“Name one time.”
“The last two races of the 2018 season, you didn’t race. I broke up with you on media day in Brazil and suddenly you were too sick to race. What a coincidence, right? And then at Abu Dhabi, you didn’t race, either. You were so excited to race in both of those. And you didn’t, to avoid me.”
“That’s not why I didn’t race, Max,” you responded, voice low as you listened to him get louder the more frustrated he got with you.
“Oh yeah? What possible other reason could you have had to not race other than that? I know you weren’t ill because I saw you with Charles the evening of the race in Brazil.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to lie to me.”
“I didn’t pull out of the races to avoid you, Max.” Your voice was also getting louder now, fed up with his tone.
“Yeah, sure. Just like how you weren’t avoiding me this weekend, yes? I definitely believe that.” He let out a sharp breath.
Then you said something that caused Max to freeze on the spot, looking at you as you turned and walked straight to your driver's room when you realised that a few of the Mercedes workers had heard you. The silence was deafening as Max questioned whether to follow you or not.
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Hi All,
Oops... Might've left it on some drama accidentally. Oh no, what will happen? Who knows. Let's hope this is all a rumour, yes? Is it really an F1 gossip account without some completely outrageous rumours? All will be revealed in the next part, do not worry x
OH ALSO PLS IGNORE THAT ALL THE DATES SAY JUNE 1, THIS IS SET ON MARCH 24TH I JUST FORGOT TO CHANGE IT!!
Have a good day
Alocon
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [4] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Summary: Things seem oh so familiar between you and Max when you cook together, and it makes you realise that you are so so screwed (as if every driver except Max can't already tell that you both have at least SOME remaining feelings)
Before you read: Part social media chapter, possible use of y/n (I've already forgotten if I do in this chapter but I do in a few parts of this series)
fc: Blanca Soler
[Previous Part Here][The Masterlist]
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Four] - MV¹
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maxverstappen1: What the fuck happened?
youruser: "Let Mick cook in your house" they said. "It will be fun" they said.
maxverstappen1: Ft. my girl at the end (can I have my cats back yet please?)
youruser: Sure, hurry up and come get them
maxverstappen1: On my way!
danielricciardo: He's only ever uses !! or anything other than dry texting if it's autocorrects fault
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youruser: real
user1: Mick, Esteban, Y/N and Lance was a group I didn't know I needed until now.
mickschumacher: Why those photos? And why was I targeted more here?
youruser: Your fault, you face the consequences
mickschumacher: fair one
estebanocon: Does the house still smell of burning?
youruser: YES A BIT I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING TO GET RID OF IT!!
youruser: I AM SUFFERING
estebanocon: LMAO
youruser: ESTIE THIS IS NOT FUNNY
user2: I love how dramatic she's being over how bad the smell of the burning food is
lance_stroll: She is not being dramatic. It was awful.
youruser: REAL, IT WAS SO BAD, EVEN JIMMY AND SASSY RAN AWAY
user2: Max's cats are over? Is he too??? 😏
youruser: Sleepover with my two besties
georgerussell63: Oh god what did he do
youruser: So so much. He ruined my favourite pan :(
lance_stroll: Today was fun
youruser: It was, we should do it again (over someone else's house next time)
estebanocon: Over mine maybe??
mickschumacher: Yesss
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You got out your phone when you got a notification, chuckling as you realised that you never changed Max's contact name in your phone after the break up. Not that it mattered - most of your communication happened on Instagram or in person after your break up. You quickly removed the silly little heart emojis you had put there before reading the messages.
Maxie: Hey you, have you still got the same number?
You: Yessir I do indeed
Maxie: Great, how are my babies?
You: Great! Currently
asleep together on my
bed
You: Little angels
Maxie: Awwe. I'll be over in 15 to
get them, thank you for the
emergency babysitting
Max: So glad they're calm with
someone 🙄🙄
You: Max, I'm always the
favourite, know your place
You: Okay, I'm making
dinner for tonight, come over
whenever. Boys aren't here yet btw
Maxie: What are you making?
You: Lasagne
Maxie: Same recipe as always?
You: Ofc, ofc
Maxie: Awesome!!
You: Alright hurry up
Maxie: Yes ma'am
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"So," Max started as he made himself comfortable, having immediately started sitting on your kitchen counter once he entered your house. "They've not been too bad, no?"
You continued to chop the carrots as you shook your head. "They've been absolute treasures. As usual."
"Hm." He shrugged, sipping the drink you made him. "They're never treasures for me."
"Maybe I'm the favourite."
He chuckled sarcastically to that. "You wish."
You looked him straight in the eyes, smiling sweetly before dropping it to a monotone look. “Are you gonna make yourself useful or are you just going to continue to sit there looking pretty?”
“You think I’m pretty?”
You looked at him, watching the soft smile appear on his lips. You grinned, not missing a beat before replying, “The prettiest princess of them all.”
“Oh fuck you,” he responded, groaning and sipping more wine. He then placed his glass back on the counter before getting down. “What can I help with?”
“Can you start cooking the meat?” You asked, and he nodded, not even hesitating to question you, having seen you make this recipe many times before. You both began to cook together.
As you stood side by side in the kitchen, the familiarity of your movements was unmistakable. The way you effortlessly passed each other ingredients, the unspoken communication as you both worked in sync - it was as if no time had passed since you and Max had last cooked together.
The clinking of pots and pans, the sizzle of ingredients hitting the hot pan, and the fragrant aroma of your ex’s favourite dish filled the air, evoking memories of the countless meals you had prepared together in the past. The only thing that was different was the fact that the soft music which used to be in the background to stop the silence was replaced with chatter and laughter from the other room.
As you chopped, stirred and seasoned, the pair of you found yourselves slipping into easy conversation, reminiscing about the times that they had spent in the kitchen together. Laughter and occasional shared jokes filled the space, creating an atmosphere of warmth and companionship which made it clear to both of you that your bond had not diminished with the end of your relationship.
The fact that he remembered your culinary habits made it easy to fall back into the old rhythm, ensuring that you didn’t get into each other’s ways. He still acted the same whilst cooking too, placing his hand on the small of your back when he moved behind you to keep you from bumping into him, high fiving you when he remembered a step without you having to remind him, him double and triple checking that he set the timer. It all felt so… familiar.
Everyone loved your food, especially Lewis, who claimed you had just made him the best vegan lasagne he had ever tried. That cheered you up a lot. The evening was going great. You, Max, Charles, Lando, Lewis, George, and Daniel all ended the evening by playing some games, going between Mario Kart, Fifa, GTA and other video games, to board games.
“Oh fuck you,” Max said as he landed on one of Daniel’s properties, Bond Street, which had a hotel on.
“Shh, you’ll wake the kids.”
Max looked at you weird when you said that until he noticed the two cats who had fallen asleep on your lap. “Sorry.”
It wasn’t long after that that you realised that, maybe monopoly was getting a little too heated, so you all retired to your respective bedrooms for the night, as they were all sleeping over. You were happy that these sleepover nights with the boys were becoming a more regular thing. You used to do it when you and Max were still together with you, Max, Daniel and Charles in the apartment you had together at the time. You would, obviously, both use your bedroom and Daniel and Charles would share. Times were very different now, though.
You laid in bed for hours, attempting so desperately to sleep, but it didn’t work. No matter how hard you tried, you really couldn’t sleep. So you gave up. You sat reading for a bit before heading downstairs to grab a drink. Walking into the kitchen, you were surprised to see an oh-so-familiar man. He looked at you, noticing the look in your eyes and simply picking up the vodka he brought, pouring two glasses and sitting on the floor, tapping the space beside him. You joined him.
He took a sip of his drink before speaking. “You look tired,” he observed. His Monegasque accent was a lot stronger when he was tired and not sober. He watched you lean your head back against the cabinet door after drinking some of the vodka in your glass. “Not sleeping well again?”
You shook your head, chuckling softly. “When do I ever?”
Charles took note of the slightly pained look on your face, stress evident in your eyes. He was silent for a few moments, before finally speaking again. “Is it about Max?”
You nodded, arms falling onto your lap as you felt a fluffy presence make himself very comfortable on your lap. “Hey little one,” you said, looking at Jimmy, who was clearly very comfortable. “Everything we do is reminding me. Everything. Every single time I look at him, every time he hugs me goodbye or smiles at me, or hell, even just looks at me. I feel like it’s killing me. It just... I don’t know. My therapist is on holiday for the next couple of weeks and I think the fact that I won’t be able to talk about this with them makes it worse and I can’t talk to anyone except you, because no-one except you knows and it’s just...” You tried to find the words to describe what you were thinking.
“Shit?” He suggested.
“Shit.” You agreed, drinking more of your vodka, sniffling softly as you let go of your emotions.
“Have you thought about telling him?”
You shrugged. “I want to, it’s just never a good time to get emotional. I feel weird being so open with him, you know? Like I know I need to tell him, I really do, but it’s so fucking difficult.”
You heard someone clear his throat in the doorway, head snapping around to see Lando. “Bad time? I can come back. Sorry, I just wanted to get some water quickly.”
“No no, we were finishing our conversation and Charles was about to head up to bed, right Charles?” You asked, noticing how hard he had been trying not to yawn.
“Yes.” He gave you a hug, leaning to your ear to whisper “try and get some sleep, we will continue this when you’re sober, alright?” You nodded, standing up as he left.
The kitchen was silent whilst Lando filled his cup with water. He turned, noticing your red eyes. His voice was soft when he finally spoke, comforting. “Have you been crying?”
You quickly ran your hand over your face, downing the rest of your vodka. “I’m fine, Lan. Don’t you worry about me.”
“Okay. I don’t believe you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by pushing it.” He leant in to give you a soft hug, before pulling away. “I hope you end up being able to tell this mystery guy whatever you need to tell him. I’m here if you ever need me.”
“Thank you, Lan,” you responded softly, placing a friendly kiss on his forehead before you left the room, returning to your bedroom and finally managing to get some sleep.
The morning came quickly and you were awoken by laughter downstairs. Sitting up, you took a moment to run your hand through your hair before getting up and going to shower, after which you headed downstairs.
“She lives,” Daniel sarcastically stated, grinning at you as you walked into the room.
“Good morning, Daniel. I'm going to get a drink,” you responded, walking straight past the group and into the kitchen, grabbing a monster from the fridge and opening it.
“Only a few months with your new team and you're already being a traitor, I see.”
You turned to look at Max, who was smiling softly as you stared at him, drinking the monster without breaking your eye contact. He chuckled, rolling his eyes dramatically at you. “Did you sleep alright?”
“Yeah, I slept great.” You were lying, of course, but he didn't need to know that. He would question it if you told the truth. “How about you?”
“I slept alright. Didn't fall asleep until like 3 hours after we went upstairs,” he replied, sipping his (shock horror) redbull.
You both continued to make friendly small talk for a little while. “Hey, Max. Do you think I could talk to you about something?” You asked, a little quieter than you had been speaking.
“Of course. You look serious, what is it?”
“Well,” you were quickly cut off by Daniel, who leaned his head around the doorway.
“We're playing Fifa, are you two joining?”
You looked at Max. Max turned to Daniel. “Yeah just give us a moment and we'll be out, we're both quickly going to grab breakfast.” Daniel nodded before retreating. Max looked at you. “As you were saying?”
You shrugged. “It's nothing important. It can wait. Let's just get our food and go play fifa.”
He placed his hand on your upper arm, causing you to look into his eyes. He started speaking softly, lovingly, in Dutch. “Schat, if you want to, we can talk now. You look stressed and talking about how you feel is so much more important to me than Fifa.”
You felt your breath hitch, a spark of warmth where his finger laid on your arms. You looked at him, watching the way his eyes travelled your face, almost as if he was committing how you looked this close to memory. His eyes were dilated, and he had an expression on his face that you couldn't quite read. “Max.” Your voice was soft, almost breathless. “It's fine, seriously. It can wait.” You smiled, a genuine smile, causing him to nod, before smiling and retreating to the living room. Fuck.
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Hi All!!
Another part done, hope you're all well and having a good day. I finished writing this at work this morning. As always, if you wish to be on the taglist let me know. I'm still trying to work out how to properly do a taglist as I am relatively new to using Tumblr but I'll work it out hahah.
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Alocon
Summary: Despite all hope, Lando never lost his feelings for his best friend's twin sister. However, he still hadn't acted on it. Well, that was until the party, which led you two into a long-term secret relationship
Warnings and Tropes: Fluff, implied smut (no actual smut though), final part
[Part One Here] [Part Two Here] [Part Three Here] [Part 4 Here] [Masterlist]
Irresistible - LN4 x Fem!Reader
“Can we get lunch together tomorrow to talk? Just me and you?”, the 12 words which had been absolutely overwhelming you for the past hour. Rather than give you an idea about what your brother wanted to talk about, Max had instead left you with an ominous “could go either way” message.
You see, it seemed like he was coming around after that family dinner, when he asked you to message him, but no. He instead expressed that he would not be talking to you for a while to work out how he felt about it. It's fine, you thought, a while may only be a couple of weeks. However, he instead decided that “a while” would be at least 8 months. That being said, it was now the day before you and Lando would fly out to Austin for the COTA grand prix. You would be meeting up with Max for breakfast instead of lunch and then would go straight to the airport to what might possibly be one of your favourite tracks. The atmosphere was great, the racing was fun, and there was only a tiny chance that you would manage to walk around the paddock without Daniel or Logan putting a cowboy hat on your head.
A lot had happened after the 2024 season. Lewis had, of course, gone to Ferrari. Nico Hulkenberg had left Haas, leaving an empty space that Checo filled in. And he had done surprisingly well, scoring Haas’ first ever win. By the power of magic? Who knows but that man had become a hell of a good driver to be able to do that. To bring a tractor to 1st takes some skill, especially with 2 Red bulls, 1 Mercedes and 1 Ferrari still in the race.
Daniel had taken the Red Bull seat, of course, and Yuki was next in line for it. Liam had taken his place in AlphaTauri. Mercedes had seen a new addition to Formula One, with Frederik Vesti taking the Mercedes seat. It was meant to be Mick but after his Le Mans win, he realised that maybe he preferred world endurance a little more. Carlos had obviously left Ferrari with the addition of Lewis. However, instead of joining another team, he left F1 for a season to rally with his dad and would be driving again in 2026 when Valtteri was planning to do a Kimi and go do another type of racing for a couple of years. Other than that, the grid had remained the same. Max in Red Bull, George in Mercedes, Charles in Ferrari, Lando and Oscar in McLaren (Lando had signed a contract until 2027), Fernando and Lance were still in Aston Martin and were rocking it, Lance having got his first win and Fernando his first in like 10 years in 2024, along with 2 more for his collection. Pierre and Esteban still drive for Alpine, Nico for Haas, Zhou for Sauber, and Alex and Logan for Williams. Logan had done really well, too. He got a couple of podiums the previous season.
Lando still hadn't got his first win. Lots of podiums, but no wins. However, that was hardly his fault. The Red Bull, as per, absolutely ripped.
Walking into the café, you were nervous. You had no reason to be, realistically speaking. Lan had proven to you that he had absolutely no intention of leaving you because of Max, as he had proven over the past 2 years and a few months. You saw Max already there when you arrived so you took a seat at the table with him. It was mostly quiet until you both had ordered your breakfast and drinks, after which you finally spoke up. “Why have you called me here, Max? After not speaking to me for like 8 or 9 months.”
“I miss you. I miss being your twin, having you to look up to and doing dumb stuff together. I miss being the iconic non-driver grid duo. I-”
You cut him off. “Max if you're going to tell me that and then say something about me breaking up with Lando, I will leave. I will walk out of the door right now.”
“You don't need to do that. I just miss you. If you and Lando being together makes you happy, which it clearly does, then maybe I was overreacting.”
“Maybe? Max, you told him he had to choose between me and you,” you said as you took a bite of your food. “You shouted at me for being with him. Made comments about how it wouldn't last because he doesn't love people. But he loves me. He has for years. And I love him. And I just want that to be okay for someone.”
Max nodded, understanding completely why you were upset with him. He looked at you, waiting a few moments before speaking. “I accept the relationship, just so you know. I think… I have for a while, it just upset me a lot that you didn't think that you could tell me for over a year so I freaked out.”
“I think freak out is an understatement, there. Now if that's all, I have a plane to catch.”
“Wait,” he said, placing his hand on your arm to stop you leaving straight away. “It sounds silly but there is a type of counselling/therapy for family members who want to repair their bonds. I've been going to individual therapy for a year, maybe we could give at least one session of the family therapy a go, see if it helps?”
You sighed, mentally weighing the pros and cons. “Okay. One session and we will see where that takes us. I seriously have to go though, Lando is here to get me.”
You stood up, quickly paying for both of your meals despite your brother's objection. You gave him a hug before you left. COTA here we come, you thought.
The journey to America was on a private jet with some of the other drivers. Lewis had, ever so sweetly, invited you and Lando on his jet along with him (obviously), Charles, Arthur (who was racing this weekend as Charles had badly sprained his wrist the previous day but still wanted to watch his brother drive), and George. The plane ride was great, as always, you all talked and played games, you humbled your boyfriend in many games of Uno and Mario kart, you and Lewis caught up, you and Arthur gossiped, overall, it was a great plane ride.
“And Lando Norris wins the United States Grand Prix!”
You don't think you'd ever cried as much in your life as you had watching your boyfriend cross the finish line. He had tried every single race and finally, for the first time, he had come first after so much bad luck.
As the checkered flag waved and the roar of the crowd filled the air, Lando stormed across the finish line, the first-time winner of a Formula One Grand Prix. He could hear cheers through the radio from his pit crew, him equally excitedly screaming back. The euphoria of the moment engulfed him, but as he slowed his car to a stop in the pit lane, his mind was consumed by one thought: he had to find you.
In the midst of the chaos and celebration, Lando’s heart raced with anticipation as he tore off his helmet and looked towards the crowd of people waiting for him. He spotted you in the crowd quite quickly, your eyes filled with tears of joy and excitement. He didn’t hesitate to make his way to you, embracing you and lifting you off of your feet and over the barrier that separated you.
"I did it! I finally fucking did it!" Lando whispered, his voice trembling with exhilaration as he buried his head into your shoulder.
Your smile was bigger than he thought he had ever seen before as one of your hands gently played with the curls in his hair. “I knew you could do it, Lan. I’m so so proud of you,” you whispered back, your words filled with unbridled happiness as you gently rocked you both back and forth on the spot. You placed a kiss to the side of his head as you felt his tears soak through your shirt. You didn’t care, though.
In that moment, amidst the chaos of victory, the blaring of the engines, and the cheers of the crowd, you and Lando found solace in each other's arms. Your love had weathered the turbulent journey of a competitive racing world, and now, in the exhilarating embrace of a triumphant win, you both knew (or more proved to those around you) that you were destined to conquer any challenge together.
As you stood together, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of victory and the warmth of love, Lando realised that this moment was not just about his first win; it was about sharing it with the person who had been his unwavering support for years, his pillar of strength, and (by far) his biggest fan.
“Am I even allowed to be over the barrier?” You inquired quietly as Lando stayed attached to you.
“I don’t know… or care.”
“Well, put me back over, you have to hug the rest of your team and go do your interviews.”
He groaned. Very dramatically. “I don’t want to, I want to stay with you.”
“I’ll be here when you get back, darling.” You looked at him as he sighed before lifting you back over, placing a long kiss to your lips and celebrating with his team before doing his interview. The second he was done with all the podium and media obligations, though, he was dragging you back to the hotel, wanting to cuddle before you all went out to party in the evening.
Once inside the hotel room, you kissed him. His arms travelled swiftly back to your waist, guiding you backwards as he kissed back, you soon feeling your back touch the door as he crowded you against it. You deepened the kiss, hearing him groan softly as he pressed his body closer to you. His hands started to snake under your McLaren polo that you had “borrowed” from him the day previous, placing themselves on your bare waist. Your hands were in his hair, gently tugging at the curls every so often, making him let out quiet but obscene noises as you kissed. He then started moving you again, this time towards the bed.
“Are you going to sit there and continue to eye fuck me, Lando?” You asked as you adjusted the bottom of the dress that you had just changed into for the party.
He leant his head back on the wall behind the bed. “I can't help it. You look amazing.”
You chuckled, walking over to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. He responded by pulling you onto his lap. You looked at him, seeing the familiar look in his eyes. “Don't start this again, Lan.”
“Why?”
“We have a party to go to. Wait until later.”
He sighed, pulling you closer into a hug. “You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know?”
The party went as normal. You and Lando both didn't drink much but everyone else did. As usual, there was a lot of chaos caused - mostly by Max, Checo and Daniel, you were convinced that Charles would end up with alcohol poisoning with the amount that he and Lewis drank together, and Logan, Oscar and Fred almost burnt the place down.
Everything seemed (almost) perfect as you laid in bed, in your boyfriend's arms, having just celebrated his first win. Neither of you were asleep yet. Lando could tell because your breathing pattern was different when you slept. Whilst running his hand through your hair, he took in the atmosphere. The way that you softened into his embrace, the little snores you did when you slept, every little thing you did reminded him of how much he loved you.
“Marry me.”
“What?” You said, head instantly snapping up towards your boyfriend.
He was already looking at you. “Marry me.”
You sat up, him leaning over to switch the bedside lamp on. He returned to look at you, holding a ring in his hand. You were dumbfounded. “Lan.”
He looked into your eyes, placing his forehead against yours before beginning to speak, softly. “I don't want you to think this was the spur of the moment. This sounds silly but I've had this ring for like a year and a half. I've just been waiting for the right moment. And this feels like the right moment. If you don't want to, or feel it's too soon, I completely get it. But if you do, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He smiled, genuinely, watching as a tear fell down your face. “Please don't cry, it's okay.”
“Yes.”
“Yes as in yes you'll Marry me or you think it's too soon?” He asked, voice soft as he felt a glimmer of hope in his chest
“Yes, as in yes, I will marry you, Lando.”
Now everything was perfect.
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youruser: You're stuck with me now x
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youruser: My favourite sm admin, thank you x
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Hi,
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this mini series x
If anyone has any requests for one-shots, possible series, etc about drivers, please feel free to request. You can do so by clicking on my profile and there should be a requests/questions box.
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [3] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Max Verstappen x Mercedes Driver ex! Reader
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Chapter Summary: The new season has finally arrived and you already have some more celebrating to do
Warning: Fluff (calm before the storm perhaps?),
[The Masterlist] [Part One Here] [Part Two Here]
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Three] - MV¹
Getting drenched in champagne had never felt so good. As you stood on the podium, your teammate spraying you down in alcohol on one side and your ex-teammate on the other, you realised just how much you had missed winning without the anxiety of the consequences. You turned your champagne from the two drivers to Toto, who you got on with like a house on fire. You were determined to ensure that your new team principal would leave the podium absolutely soaked with champagne. George had clearly got the memo, as he turned his attention to Toto too, Max soon following suit. After your very alcoholic shower, you took the photo, before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You spun around to see Max smiling sheepishly.
Over the winter break, Max and you had spent some time talking, even going as far as to hang out on a couple of occasions, once to go to the gym together and once to eat dinner at yours together. Safe to say, the pair of you had gone from civil to friends. It made you happy. Max really seemed to be trying to repair your friendship and to make up for his radio silence after your break up all those years ago.
“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked, realising you’d just been looking at him, instead of listening.
“I said congratulations but don’t get your ego too high because I’ll be back to winning soon enough. Also, do you want to grab dinner at this restaurant nearby tonight, before we all get drunk? We all know we’re both lightweights if we haven’t eaten first.” You happily agreed.
You laughed at the cockiness coming from his mouth, causing his face to twist into a grin too. You watched as he held his hands out for a friendly hug, which you gladly accepted, taking the opportunity to lift the champagne bottle from behind his back, dousing him in some of the drink that was left. He gasped dramatically, leaning down to get his, but you were gone the second his arms released you, sprinting away, champagne and trophy in hand. You passed the trophy to your press officer so that it would be safe before you bolted towards the Mercedes garage as quickly as possible. “I’m so getting you back for that,” he declared as you stood just out of reach in the Mercedes garage. And that he did. He waited until you were in the media pen, speaking to the sky news reporter when you felt a cold trickle of the familiar alcoholic beverage pour down your back. You didn’t even need to look to know that it was Max, having heard his soft giggle as he passed you, whispering a soft ‘see you later’ on the way. That made you roll your eyes before going back to your interview.
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“Really? I thought they weren’t together anymore. What happened?” Max asked, suddenly a lot more intrigued in the gossip you were telling him than he was only a few moments prior. You were both using the pre-party dinner to catch up on everything that had happened in both of your lives and friend groups since the split almost 7 years earlier.
“Oh they did, and then they got back together, and then they split up ‘for good’ in their words because he was travelling in Indycar for work and she is in F1 so it was like barely seeing each other most of the time. And then they got back together and got drunk at a party and slept together without protection, and boom. Parents.”
He gasped, taking a bite of his food. “Got any photos of their baby?”
You nodded, getting your phone out to show him the photos of your goddaughter / non-biological niece. You had a lot of photos and videos because you babysat a lot when you were home in Monaco and spent a lot of time with them. “Oh, and Jamie moved to being an engineer in F1 now. Apparently, his contract with his Arrow in Indy was over at the end of the season so in a couple of races time, he came over to McLaren here to work. He said he wants to be with the two most important people in his life a lot more often”
“Awwe, bless her, she’s adorable. And that’s great! I haven’t seen Jamie in a while, it’ll be nice to see him again.”
“Pre warning,” you said, causing Max to look back at you. “He may not be super friendly straight away because he did sit in on a few girls' nights over the years so he did hear quite a bit of, I guess, shit-talking.”
Max swallowed the bite of food he had taken before shrugging. “Honestly, I completely get it.” He paused, looking up at you. “So, girls’ night, huh? What does that entail?”
Some would consider Jamie Bell to be “overprotective” just from hearing the fact that he went to girls' nights sometimes, assuming that he was being controlling of who his girlfriend could see. However, that was not at all the case. Jamie Bell and Rachael Hall met in school, becoming friends quite quickly and then entering a relationship. To say the pair were childhood sweethearts would be an understatement. You had met the pair on holiday in Monaco the year after they got together, becoming close friends almost instantly. They split up due to work being difficult however, luckily, they managed to get back together. When Rachael got pregnant a few months later, they moved in together. Pregnancy took quite the toll on her in 2024 and, as a result, she couldn’t attend some girls' nights. So Jamie tucked her into bed and when she drifted off, came along to girls’ night for the evening without telling her, catching up on all of the gossip and having a drink with us and then, the next morning, made a PowerPoint presentation to show her to catch her up on all the gossip that she had missed from over the previous month. And that's exactly why you adored their relationship so much. Jamie was never previously interested in the girls’ night gossip until Rachael was upset about missing out on the gossip, which meant he was there in a heartbeat.
The dinner was good. You went out to a little restaurant in Australia that you used to go to together pre-break up. You hadn't been there since because it was yours and Max's place. He felt the same, opting to never go there unless it was with you.
After eating, and Max insisting on paying, you both went straight to the club, having got ready before you went to dinner.
It turns out that you and Max had the same general idea. The club you were going to had a Red theme, including red lights, so what better to do than wear red, match the lighting.
You wore a red slim fitting, thin strapped mini dress, a leather jacket and black knee high boots. You had a dark red glittery smoky eye and red stained lips with some red lip gloss on. Similarly, Max was wearing a dark red dress shirt and black dress pants.
Upon turning up to the party, it didn't take long for you to be dragged away, Lando claiming you weren't drunk enough for his liking so opting to change that. You waved goodbye to Max as he was similarly dragged away by Charles. So that's how you ended up absolutely pissed a few hours later, having spent an unhealthy amount of time doing shots with the younger British McLaren driver, your teammate, and your wife's boyfriend (also known as Alex).
You were dragged away from the group for the 6th time tonight to be pulled away to dance with someone. Turning around, you saw Lewis grinning at you. “I haven't seen you in ages, congratulations on your win,” he said to you as you danced together in the corner of the room.
“Thank you, Lew. I'm sorry your race didn't go as planned today.”
Lewis shrugged. It was something that had been completely out of his control. When he was lapping Nico Hulkenberg earlier, Lewis being up in 3rd place at the time, Nico’s breaks had failed and the pair had collided, taking them both out of the race. “There's always the next race, aye?” You nodded in response to him as he spoke. It was a shame, really. However, seeing as Charles came 4th, Ferrari were seeming really strong this year. He had only been behind George by a few tenths, basically having had a drag race to the finish line, George luckily coming third place. You finished up your conversation with Lewis when you spotted your team principal across the room, causing you to head over to see him and his beautiful, kind wife Susie.
You joined them in the booth they sat in, George soon following suit, along with a few mechanics and members of the team. You were happy. For the first time since you had joined Red Bull all those years back, you had a team who unconditionally supported you. Your race engineer, who had been one of your main supporters in Red Bull, was one of the only 3 members of the Red Bull team that you told about your move before Abu Dhabi.
You told him because, with Lewis and Bono's move to Ferrari, you couldn't imagine anyone more fitting to do the move with you. And, of course, he had happily complied.
[February 2024]
“BG!” You said happily, seeing him walk into the quiet, small café in Monaco that you had invited him to. Benjamin Green. Nicknamed BG/BeeGee in your debut season of F1 when he became your race engineer because his favourite song is More Than A Woman by the Bee Gees.
“Hey, kiddo, what's up?” It was kind of amusing that he called you kiddo, considering that he was only 3 years older than you. Becoming your race engineer when you were 17 and he was 21, fresh out of university (his birthday was before the start of the season). He was your first and only race engineer and you, honestly, couldn't imagine having another one. He saw how Red Bull treated you and so he made it his goal to make you feel a lot less lonely in that team along with your press officer and your trainer.
“We're just waiting for Gem and Kai now,” you said, and it didn’t take long for them to turn up.
Malachi Alexander was the first to walk in. He had been your trainer since 2021, after your old trainer left for another championship, due to it meaning that he would be away from his family for less time. Soon after that, Gem arrived. Jemimah Akhurst had been your Press Officer since 2017 and was also your friend since you were 16. They both sat at the table. No-one said anything until after they had got their drinks. “What’s going on? Why have we been called here?”
“I’m leaving Red Bull at the end of the season and I’m going to Mercedes.”
Kai looked at you, shock on his face as he hadn’t expected that. Despite everything, he hadn’t expected you to leave Red Bull because he knew how loyal you were to your teams. You had even found it difficult to leave Sauber for Red Bull… well, until Charles threatened to “make you regret being born” if you didn’t take this once in a lifetime opportunity. “So… I won’t be your Race Engineer anymore?” BG asked. He sounded kind of sad when he said it. You looked at him, noticing the kind of sad look on his face.
You placed your hand on his comfortingly before removing it to speak again. You took a sip of your drink. “A few of Lewis’ lot are going with him, including one of the press officers, Angela and Bono. That means that there are 3 openings at Mercedes which, coincidentally, are all three of your job roles and, after talking to Toto, they are more than willing to hire all three of you with better pay and benefits than you get at Red Bull.” It didn’t take much for them to agree.
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“You know,” you said to Max as you both sat in silence outside of the club, both completely drunk out of your minds. He turned to look at you. “I always used to question why you never stood up for me when Helmut and Christian were berating me for not giving you a place.” You paused, looking at him and then looking back at your hands when you saw his eyes already on you. “I know that you had absolutely no obligation to but, seeing as I stood up for you, and you stood up for others, I wondered if maybe one day you would stand up for me too. It kind of hurt in a way when you didn’t. I know it shouldn’t have but… I don’t know.” You chuckled softly, running your hand through your hair. You didn’t really have a filter when you were drunk. “I’m not mad about it anymore. I think, at least. I’m trying not to be. My therapist is still yet to open that bucket of worms.”
“You know, I always regretted not treating you better. We would’ve been together 14 years if I hadn’t been an idiot.” Max leant his head on your shoulder as you began to talk quietly, not saying much but, when you did, it was heartfelt, emotional, meaningful. “When did you start doing therapy? If it’s okay to ask.”
“The start of 2019.”
“Was it… because of the breakup?” His voice was quieter now, his tone indicating that it was okay not to answer if you didn’t want to.
“No. It was because of something else.”
“Is it okay to ask what?”
You shrugged, leaning your head on top of his. “That’s a conversation I’m only willing to have when I’m sober.”
-The End-
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