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Help Me
So, I have this idea of basically like a rags to riches story but make it dark F1, and I have no idea who I should write it for.
Which would you prefer reading?
dark!toto wolff x cleaner!reader
dark!max verstappen x cleaner!reader
dark!carlos sainz x cleaner!reader
dark!charles leclerc x cleaner!reader
other
I promise, it's going to be good. It's slightly inspired by ABBA's Money, Money, Money and perhaps my job. Perchance.
Planted Seeds - Oscar Piastri
Part two of Saviour | Part one
Summary: Oscar's win in China means nothing when you're still trapped in your golden cage.
Themes: dark!Oscar, Zak Brown's daughter!reader, reader dating Lando, stalking, age gap (19&24), toxic!Oscar, jealous!Oscar, obsessive!Oscar, delusional!Oscar, possessive!Oscar, Max being a menace
Notes: I highkey miss seeing him on the podium. McLaren, LOCK IN. I saw an edit on TikTok of the 2025 Chinese Grand Prix with this song in the background and I thought it fit so well. You guys have to bare with me on the slow burn, okay? I promise it's going to get sooo good and nasty soon.
Theme Song:
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Thursday, March 20th 2025, 3.15 p.m.
That familiar exhausted look of yours looks down at your phone. He left you alone again. He's too busy for you. He only has time for you when the cameras are looking.
I don't really know what the point of media days are. I get that it helps build momentum for the upcoming race weekend but it's the same every Thursday. Journalists asking me how I feel going into the weekend, a never-ending cycle of rumours that some drivers have to deal with and games for good PR. And like I don't already get enough of him, I have to act like Lando's best friend again. I don't hate media days, I just find them useless.
I just got finished with my last interview. My PR manager knows I'm not one to charm the journalists, so thankfully she doesn't book me a lot of interviews on media day. Lando's still busy, which gives me an opening to come and talk to you.
This time you're sitting in McLaren hospitality, on the balcony. You're drinking your usual iced coffee, only this time with no Tim Tams available. You look beautiful once again. This time you're wearing red. I think I'm getting the pattern now. "I like the idea of matching your outfit to the flag of the host country, yet I still think blue fits you the best." I think I'm getting the hang of starting a conversation with you. I catch another glimpse of your phone and you're reading the news again. You're bored, just like I expected.
You put your phone down, looking up at me and your face immediately lights up. "Jesus, Oscar you scared me. You can't sneak up behind my back like that. But I do appreciate the comment." I sit on the chair next to you, taking off my cap.
"I thought you had schoolwork to do." I texted you in the morning, asking whether you wanted to grab a cup of coffee with me before the day fully starts. You had liked the idea but said you were busy with college. "Oh, I do. But I think I'll do it tomorrow, or Saturday. I'm too tired today and I can't really think straight. This is my third cup of coffee today and I'm still eagerly waiting for a nap to take once Lando gets back." You sip on your drink and sigh.
"Arrived late last night?" I ask, pretty much already knowing the answer to the question. You nod, taking off your sunglasses. "I really wanted to grab that coffee with you but I barely slept. I'm sorry, Oscar." I don't think I've ever heard Lando say that you slept in or that you'll be watching from home. You're there every single race weekend since Miami 2024. Even on days when you've been sick. Sometimes I even wonder if you have time for college at all.
"Why didn't you sleep in? You're clearly tired." I don't mean to offend, you look amazing but there's a reason why you're wearing shades. "I couldn't. Lando wants me to follow his schedule, so that I can be there for him when he needs me. I even had to change to online classes so that I could travel with him." Yup, that explains it. I think my hate for Lando grows stronger every day. That narcissistic asshole wants your life to revolve around him, of course he does. "So, you're like a full-time WAG, huh? What about when you need him?" I may be an introverted person but at least I know how to choose my words carefully.
You start to actually think about what I said. You don't even have to say anything and I already know the answer. He's not there for you when you need him. He's not there for you now, he wasn't there for you last Sunday and he won't be there for you in the future. You don't say anything for a minute, you just think. "Well, if all that a WAG does is sit around, looking pretty while actually bored, then I'm not sure it's for me." I nod, looking into your eyes. I want you to know I'm listening. That I will always stop and listen. "Then what do you want?"
You think hard again. This little conversation we are having might be small but it's going to have an impact on your relationship with Lando. You're going to want to start chasing your own dreams, leave him and then come to me once you realise how much of a better choice I am than him. "I don't really know. Something in F1 would be nice. I mean, this is basically my home. I think, maybe I'd like to be a strategist. I could replace the current Ferrari strategists and go save their team." There's a genuine smile on your face. One I haven't seen since we last talked.
"I think you'd be a great strategist. I might consider joining Ferrari if they hired you." I would actually join Ferrari in a heartbeat if they offered me a seat. Not because they have a good car but because I would do anything to get out of McLaren into a fairer team.
"Thank you, Oscar." We look at each other for a minute, just smiling. Something in the air shifted, I can tell. It's like you realised something. However, that sweet moment is interrupted by the golden boy, Lando Norris.
He hugs you from behind, kissing you all over your face and neck. My smile drops and I want to puke again. "I missed you so much, baby. I'm so glad you're still where I left you." Lando helps you stand up, stealing a sip of your coffee. Then he pretends to notice me, although I know he saw me before he interrupted. "Oh, hi mate. Didn't see you there. You excited for the weekend?" I fake a smile, dabbing him up only because I don't want to leave him hanging, as attempting as it sounds. "Yes, I am. It'll be good." Lando pats me on the shoulder and then turns to you.
"Babe, we should go. Your dad's looking for us. I think he said something about visiting Disneyland before dinner. I'll see you at the restaurant, Osc!" He says as he takes you away.
You don't seem too pleased with the idea of Disneyland. I would let you take that nap. I would let you sleep in. I would let you be free if it meant that you come back to me at the end of the day. But there you are, still trapped in that little golden cage they have you in. As I watch him grip your waist while walking out of the paddock, I keep thinking about how long it would take to bring Lando down. How many times can I win, place better than him, lead the championship until he's at his breaking point. When does he get jealous and show you his real side? I don't want him to hurt you but you need to come crawling to me.
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Sunday, March 23rd 2025, 5.05 p.m.
P1. My first win of the season. Lando was 9 seconds behind. God, it felt good to beat him. You were the first person he went to after the race. He was looking for comfort from you. Over the months I've noticed a pattern. When he loses, you're the first person he seeks out, but when he wins, you're the last. I would invite you to the podium to celebrate with me. You'd be the first person I seek out after every race. Well, I already do.
I notice the small smiles you give me after each session. After free practice, qualifying, sprint, race. You seek me out, too. He got you first this time. You were the one to kiss him. A reassuring kiss. Something he never gave you. Because he doesn't listen to you. He doesn't know how you truly feel. He doesn't know you at all. I bet he thinks you being his is enough for you. It seems to be enough for him.
As I stand on the podium, my mind keeps going to you and so do my eyes. It's not right. You being his. You look so out of place when you're under his arm. I should be the one kissing you, holding you, fucking you. However, in order to get that, I have to work. I have to be subtle and patient. I have to be everything that he isn't. Luckily, that won't need much work.
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9.45 p.m.
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I don't know, I just think it sounds fun and it would be nice to have it as kind of like my thing."
"Your thing? Baby, I'm not sure you would like it. I wouldn't. I mean, it would take your time away from me and the life we have. Besides, you already have your tennis lessons and college. Have you talked to your dad about it?"
"No, not yet."
"Good. I don't think you should. You would hate it, I promise. All the race data, engineering, statistics, it's boring. I envy you for being able to just sit around all day, looking pretty drinking your mocktails and your only job being to support me. I don't want that to go away. We're good like this. Why fix something that's not broken?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, but I knew you two were in your room. I knew you'd discuss the idea with him. I wanted to break in and punch him. But instead, I had to turn back to my room after hearing footsteps approaching the door.
I could see you and Lando from the peephole. You were dressed up, heading for the after party. You were wearing a short blue dress. It reminded me that I have to get ready, too. I might not be the one hosting it, but I'm the winner, so I kind of have to go. However, it's all worth it if you're there.
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Monday, March 17th 2025, 1.15 a.m.
His arms were barely around you all night. Only when he remembered to drink water did he come to you. Max was the one keeping you company. He asked you about your life and he was genuinely interested. He even asked about your opinions on Red Bull's strategy during the race and how you thought they could improve for Japan. I couldn't help but feel jealous seeing you smile at him and laughing at his jokes. I don't feel jealous when you're with Lando because all I feel for him is pure hatred. But seeing you so cosy with Max awakened something different in me that I couldn't ignore.
I never thought of myself as someone who gets jealous easily. However, Max is charismatic, older, more experienced and recently broke up with his long-term girlfriend. He's probably had his eye on you for a while. He's not really an impulsive person unless he's frustrated. Too bad I'm stuck singing Hotel California with drunken Lando acting like we're best friends.
As Max left for a short moment, you turned your head toward me and Lando. We made eye contact and you smiled. At that moment I wished the world would stop moving. I knew the short blue dress was for me to see. I knew you thought about me, day and night, just like I think about you. I'm just waiting for you to admit it.
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3.40 p.m.
I'm surprised I'm not that hungover today. I didn't really drink much anyway. Thankfully the flight between Shanghai and Suzuka isn't long. I briefed the weekend with Mark before we both went back to our own business. Him listening to music and pretty much sleeping the entire flight, and me stalking your socials again.
Looks like the lights of Shanghai shone on McLaren this weekend ;)
Your post was a series of photos you took over the weekend. Photos of your outfits, Shanghai, food, Lando. But what caught my eye was the photo of two drinks, in a nightclub with a man's hand holding the other. It wasn't Lando's. It was Max's. I could see the Tag Heuer watch on his wrist. And then I saw it.
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You're messy, I see. Lando was drunk enough that night that he definitely believed you if you told him it was him. But anyone crazy enough would figure out sooner or later that it's not him. And some of Lando's fans are a bit interesting.
Let's hope they shine bright enough to reach Suzuka ;)
I want to laugh. Lando's more oblivious than I thought, commenting that. I put my phone down, looking out of the window and pondering. Max probably thinks about you the way I do. And what makes pursuing you more thrilling for him is that you're already taken. Oh, how he enjoys taking from other people. I don't know the full story to him and Kelly breaking up, but if I could guess, he most likely got bored. Now, I'll have to keep an eye on him, too.
But I wouldn't worry too much. I know you wait for me to come and save you. I just have a few races to win before Lando lets go of you. And when that day comes, I'll be there for you before Max can even hear the news. And I'll hold and console you until you finally admit how much you really love me. Just a few more races, sweetheart.
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Taglist: @ellelabelle, @omgsuperstarg, @sukiii55, @cazsmih
Destiny - George Russell
Part one of Perfect
Summary: George meets his new rookie teammate for the first time and is convinced that they're destined to be together.
Themes: dark!George, rookie!reader, Leclerc!reader, stalking, stealing, George being delusional and obsessive, naive!reader, age gap (18&27), possessive thoughts, toxic!George, unreliable narrator!George, kidnapping (hinting), jealous!George
Notes: What the absolute fuck was the Monaco GP this year? There isn't nearly enough dark George Russell fics, so I had to take matters into my own hands. Can you guys tell I miss the 2025 F1 season? Also, I had a strep throat scare and turns out it was just a cold, yay!! I also started work yesterday and I already hate being employed.
Theme song:
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'Cause I'd be a fool
To ever leave you, dear
And a fool, I'd never be
You are my destiny
It was clear the moment I met you that you would be mine. It was destiny, my dear. Charles Leclerc's beautiful little sister becoming my teammate. He had kept you so well hidden that I didn't believe him when he talked about you. And rightfully so, as I've come to know you. The gorgeous young protégé. God really took his time making you and I'll forever be grateful for that.
However, you were also heavily protected by your brothers. Which, I understand completely. I wouldn't want anyone to ever hurt you. Unfortunately the world is full of cruel people who would. That's why you're here, safe in my house, safe with me. Your brothers couldn't possibly protect you and provide for you like I do.
I know how scared you must be right now. I know it's not the most ideal situation for you to be in. Locked up in my penthouse, your phone taken and no one coming to get you. But don't worry, you're right where you belong. You're meant to be here, meant to be with me. All you have to do is calm down and listen to me like the good girl I know you are. Let me explain to you how perfect we are together. Then, you'll understand, darling.
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February 18th 2025 - F1 75 LIVE
It was a great evening. The O2 arena filled with fans, drivers young and old, it was amazing. And you were amazing. You were nervous, of course. It was your first year in Formula 1, you were just in F3. Yet still, you impressed the fans not just with your witty jokes but also with your beauty.
Your dress unintentionally matched mine, black and white. You were the fan favourite after that evening, there was no doubt about it. The people were excited to see you race, to see what the youngest Leclerc had to offer. I remember how you stuck by my side that night. It was endearing, you seeking comfort and guidance from me.
I learned a lot about you that night. You're not much of a drinker but you do smoke. Ayrton Senna and Michael Schumacher are your idols. Your freckles are spread perfectly across your face. You love being called "darling". And you look really good on my arm. Jack Whitehall even called it out, saying that if we weren't teammates we could be mistaken for a couple. We both laughed at it, I had to because Charles wasn't.
Jack shouldn't have said that because he gave me an idea. We look so great together. I saw it, I'm sure everyone did. I finally found someone who would be the cherry on top in my life. You're the kind of woman I've always wanted. Obviously, you have your flaws but they're nothing I can't fix. I could already imagine having it all with you. A penthouse in Monaco, two healthy children, a few championships on my shelf, a Mercedes-Benz and you as my wife, happy and doting. Together we are perfection. I know you see it, too. I know you do, darling.
When I drove you back to the hotel, I was sure of it. You were going to be mine. There were just a few obstacles to take care of before that. Your brothers and your little dreams. You wanted to win the championship one day, I had no doubt you would. But sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the people we love, right darling?
I'm sorry I got a little off track, I just had to make sure you understand. I probably already mentioned how beautiful you looked that night. You told me then how you loved my hair and my intimidatingly blue eyes. You told me I'm a real gentleman. "A rarity in this world." I was very flattered. You had a crush on me, I could tell. I didn't call it out, I didn't want to embarrass you. However, I did feed into it. Why wouldn't I? You were already mine. I was just waiting for you to realise it. When I walked you back to your room, I lingered there for longer than necessary. I left when you were all ready for bed and your phone was in my pocket.
You should really be more careful with your belongings, darling. Your password was quite easy to guess, your birthday. There were some lovely photos of you in your camera roll, you should've posted them. And the texts between you and your ex? It's time to let go, I'm here now. It's brilliant the amount of information I learned about you all because of your phone.
You were so panicked, searching for your phone from everywhere. I felt bad, you having to waste your time like this. Toto bought you a new one quite fast. By all means it was important, our job does include a lot of phone calls. However, I preferred you without your phone. Those two days you spent without it, your attention was on me. Whenever you weren't on the sim or in work meetings, you'd hang out with me. I had a great time, and I know you did too. Which is why I'm not giving you your phone back. Sorry, darling. It kept you distracted from what's more important, me.
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Sunday, March 16th 2025, 6.05 p.m.
On the podium in Australia. Not a bad way to start the season. And you were right on my tail. P4 and only 2 seconds away. Everyone was so proud of you. Toto, Charles, Max, me. You were happy. But you asked about Oscar. I saw the look on your face when I told you he finished 9th. Why would you be worried about him? Why would you want him to win? That's when I knew your sympathy would be a problem. Of course, it's a great trait to have, but you're supposed to feel it only for me. When I lose. Not when Oscar loses, or Max, or anyone else you call your "friend".
I could sense you wanted to go comfort him. The way your eyes moved so naturally towards Oscar. I had to keep you distracted, so I sprayed you with some champagne when I noticed the cameras were moving toward us. It did light you up. I walked with you to the Mercedes motorhome, my arm around your shoulders while you wiped some champagne off your face. I could've held you like that forever. It's a good thing now I get to, whenever I want.
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Monday, March 17th 2025, 1.15 a.m.
Your dress was short. If you had asked me, I would've never allowed you to wear it to the after party. But you didn't, so there we were. You were singing along to the music with Lando. He was looking at you like you were dessert. I would've come to save you if Max hadn't been talking to me about the new regulations for next season. The more you drank the closer Lando got. Until eventually you were dancing skin to skin. I couldn't look at it anymore.
You smiled when I approached you. I knew you wanted me to come and save you from him. I took your waist in my arm and told you that I should help you back to the hotel. You didn't want to go but I insisted. Lando said something but I couldn't bother to listen to him.
I knew you were drunk with the way you went quiet in the taxi. Alcohol has a way of making you tired. You leaned your head on my shoulder so naturally. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself for making you feel so safe. For being such a good teammate.
I helped you change into more comfortable clothes. It was quite intimate in a way. I made sure you were safe and sound in bed. I stayed until you fell asleep. You look so beautiful when you sleep, darling. I'm so glad that now only I get to see you like that. I wish I could erase the memory of you sleeping from your ex's mind. From any man's mind who's had you before me.
Now that I had the chance, I had to give myself a little room tour. You keep things so organised, I adore that. You packed only what you needed. The more I looked around the more I fell in love with you. You make the perfect wife. But that dress was an imperfection I had to get rid of. I know you loved it, but I have to admit it felt good watching it burn in the fireplace.
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Let me help you with those ropes, darling. I know they're hurting you but I had to. You were fighting me so much. I'm so glad you've calmed down, dear. You can fight all you want but you know that nothing will help. These doors will still be locked at the end of the day. I should get you a glass of water, you need it. You should get some sleep, too. And don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. You're safe here, where you belong. You're my wife, now. You should let your husband do his job and provide for you. I'll tell you more tomorrow. Now, stop struggling and drink your water.
Perfect - George Russell 63
Part one
Saviour - Oscar Piastri 81
Part one
Part two
Complicated - Max Verstappen
Part four of Controversial
Summary: Max breaks up with Kelly.
Themes: dark!Max, piquet!reader, toxic!Max, naive!reader, female!reader, college student!reader, youngest piquet!reader, possessive thoughts, jealousy, stalking, age gap (18&26), domestic abuse (NOT ROMANTICISING), controlling behaviour, manipulation, unhealthy obsession, Kelly being sort of insane, Checo is an abuser in this
Notes: So incredibly sorry for the very late update on this series, you guys have no idea how crazy May was for me. But I've come back with so many ideas guys it's insane. Like I'm writing day and night, my brain is moving faster than my fingers can type. I can't wait for you guys to see my new Oscar Piastri fic.
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Fuck.
"Excuse me?" Kelly said, getting out of bed, clearly very angry. I barely get a word out when she already starts yelling. "Her? My little sister? You've been fucking her?!" I try to calm her down while putting my clothes back on. "No, I haven't. It was an honest mistake, Kelly, considering she lives in my house and you two look alike. I promise we aren't fucking." She laughs in my face, picking up her stuff with barely handled rage.
"I find that hard to believe. I see how you look at her. Like you want to fuck her." She storms out of the bedroom and I go after her. I have to. If she goes around saying that, my entire plan is fucked. "Kelly, calm down. There's nothing going on between me and her! She's dating Checo and I'm dating you, neither of us would ever do that."
She turns around, scoffing. "Oh, she would. The moment that slut gets attention from a man, she's after him. But she's young and hot, so you fail to see what kind of whore she is!" I've never in my life hit a woman, until today. It wasn't hard enough to leave a scar, but at least it shut her up.
"Don't fucking talk about her like that." You could hear a pin drop in this silence. Kelly's looking at me like I just killed her family. I've been told I look like an angry bull when I'm mad. Maybe that's why I tend to push people away after a bad race.
I get closer to her, not touching her, just close enough that she gets the point. "I have a lot of respect for you, Kelly. You love your family and you love me, but the way you talk about your own sister is unacceptable. She's kind, forgiving, polite, humble, she never asks for too much, she considers everyone and puts their needs above her own. I could go on about her but I think you understand." I don't yell. My voice is controlled and calm but firm. However, I don't think she gets it.
"No, I don't understand. Why is she so fucking special? She's spoiled rotten and so naive it hurts to watch! She's nothing but a pain in the ass! But of course, you're fucking her, are you not? God, she must be really good in bed if she has you talking about her like that. Where do you think she learned it from? Checo? Why her, huh? Why her and not me?!" She's angrier than I thought she would be. This time I restrain myself from hurting her. I don't want to be an abuser.
"Because she's not you! She's everything that you're not. That's why!" Now I do yell. I have to get my point across. I don't want to have to say the same things over and over again. Kelly's frustrated and I can see she's about to fight again. God, how she loves that. Fighting, it's her favourite hobby. But thankfully my phone rings, saving me from her wrath.
The moment I see your name pop up on my screen, I know I have to answer as soon as possible. I will always have time for you. I turn to go to my bedroom for privacy and Kelly shouts something about you that I don't fully even register. All I can hear is your panicked voice from across the line. Once I hear you in distress, everything else fades away.
"Max, can you come pick me up, please?" You sound like a deer that just got hit by a car.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" You don't want to talk about it. You just beg me to come and get you. My keys are already in my hand and I'm putting on my shoes. You end the call once I reassure you that I'm coming. Kelly's still standing in the kitchen when I'm leaving. She's texting someone, I can't tell who. I don't want to pick up a fight, so instead I tell her: "Your sister needs me. While I'm gone, I'd like you to pack up your shit and get the fuck out of my house."
I don't wait for her to talk back. I turn around and slam the door on my way to you.
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I never thought you'd ever lie to me. But this time you did. You told me you were in class, but instead you were out with Checo on his yacht. You were crying and you basically ran into my arms. You didn't want to talk about it. I said you didn't have to. But I saw Checo from the distance. I saw how drunk he was. I had a feeling this had something to do with him.
Kelly kept calling you, texting you. She called you names, told you to fuck off. It made you cry even more, you were so confused. And I felt bad for screwing up so hard. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to break up with Kelly on a nice dinner, with peace. But when I was fucking Kelly, I could only think of you. And then I moaned your name, and that's when things got complicated.
I told you to ignore her and you kept asking me what was going on. Eventually, I took your phone away and turned it off. I had to stop in an alleyway to calm you down. I agree it wasn't the best spot but I had to stop somewhere.
You fought when I pulled you in my arms but it did calm you down after a minute. I let you cry it out. I've been waiting for something like this. You crying in my arms and letting me take care of you. You look so beautiful even when you're a mess. When you finally calmed down, I explained it all to you.
"I broke up with Kelly and she thinks it's because of you." It's not exactly a lie. I just left out the part where she thinks we're fucking. "She's just jealous of you, that's why. She feels threatened by you. I'm glad you weren't there to hear what she said about you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
You asked question after question and I answered each one. I had to tell you what to believe. I know it sounds bad but I have to fix what I broke. And the result has to be you with me forever. I wipe the last of your tears. "I broke up with her because we just weren't a good fit for each other. Always fighting, you know how it is. Now, tell me what happened with Checo."
You hesitate, like you know how I'll react. "Well... He was drinking a lot. And obviously you can't drink and drive, even at sea. I kept telling him about it, and I took some of his beer away. He grew more frustrated over time and eventually he uhm... He hit me." Shit. I hold you a little tighter. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from him." I say, and you immediately tell me it's not my fault.
We sit there in silence, you in my arms, for a long moment. I'm angry at Checo, at Kelly, at myself. I hate Checo for hitting you, hypocritical of me, I know. But it's not just that. I've hated him since Azerbaijan 2023. I hate Kelly for speaking like that of you. For using me for my money and fame, at least that's how it has felt like these past 4 years. And I hate myself for not being able to stick to the plan. For screwing this up. Except maybe it's not that bad after all.
Kelly will tell everyone who passes her way that me and you are fucking, although we're not. She'll tell your family, and your family will turn against you. They'll obviously believe her. And once those rumours start circling in Monaco, they'll end up at your college campus. Your friends will hear of them, not knowing who to believe. And then you'll come running to me. Because I'm always here when you need me. Max is here to take care of you, schatje. You don't need anyone else. Only me.
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To my surprise, my apartment isn't trashed to bits when we get home. Kelly actually did pack up all her stuff, leaving mine untouched. That is until I saw your room. Some of your favourite clothes torn up, birthday presents broken, all the signs of Kelly releasing her anger on you.
You pick it all up, trying to fix what you can. You're on the verge of tears doing it. Some of these things meant a lot to you, so I understand. I just don't get why Kelly is angry at you and not me. I was the one who screwed up. I wouldn't mind if she tore up my clothes and broke all my trophies. I'd just buy new clothes and win more.
You're holding the PJ set Kelly got you for Christmas. It's ripped apart, smeared with what I assume to be makeup. You can't hold your tears anymore. I do what's only instinct to me now: hold you and let you cry it out. "Don't worry, I can buy you some new clothes. I can get you anything you need." You refuse, trying to explain the emotional value some of these things that Kelly broke had to you but I insist.
I cup your face, wiping away your tears and your hair from your face. "I know, sweetheart, I know. It's been a long day. Why don't you take a nap? I'll get you some ice cream after." You're exhausted, it's clear. You nod and get up. "You can sleep on my bed for now. I'll sort your room out." You cling onto me for a minute. "Thank you, Max. You've been so kind to me." I kiss your temple. "Anything for you."
I make sure you're comfortable on my bed. I close the curtains and leave the door slightly ajar, just so I could still keep an eye on you. I could really use a cigarette. I don't smoke but today's an exception.
The view from my balcony reminds me of work. Imola's next on the calendar. I'm not sure if you'd want to come with this time, considering Checo's still my teammate. I find myself thinking of the conversation I had with Jos. I did break up with Kelly, now what? I hate asking for help or advice but now I could really use some. I need options and someone who understands me.
I call Gianpiero. He answers almost instantly. "Max, hi. How are you?" I can tell he's been working, he sounds like he was interrupted. "GP, I'm good, thanks. Listen, I sort of need some help. I was wondering if you could help me?"
"Yes, of course, anything you need, mate. What's going on?"
I take a drag of my cigarette before answering, trying to figure out how to word it. "It's about Piquet's youngest. And Checo. You know they've been dating for a few months now, and well, today he hit her. And to add to that, I broke up with Kelly and she's blaming her sister for it."
There's a brief silence before GP answers. "Oh, that's not good. Is she okay? I knew it was questionable for him to be dating her but I didn't think he would hurt her. But I do have to say that you breaking up with Kelly was a long time coming. I'm so sorry that all of this is happening. What can I do?" I run my hand through my hair, trying to figure out what to do. "Well, Imola's next week, and I don't think I can leave her alone here in Monaco. She's kind of a mess right now. But then again, Checo will be there and I can't be by her side all the time. Could you keep an eye on her, keep her some company maybe and make sure Checo doesn't get too close? Nor Kelly if she happens to be there."
"Yes, of course. I'll be happy to. She can sit on the pit wall with me. Tell her I'm sorry for all this. I'll try to cheer her up." I sigh in relief. "Thanks, GP. You have no idea how much this means to me." I take one last drag of my cigarette before dumping it on the ashtray. We say goodbye and hang up.
I check up on you, watching you from the doorway. You're in deep sleep, you clearly needed this nap. It's all coming together. A few more months of waiting, of planning until you're fully mine. Maybe you could already be mine before the end of the season. I find myself thinking of our future. Of you being by my side in every race, cheering me on when I win. And the children we'll have. I was thinking two boys and a girl. And when I become a team principal of my own F1 team, we'll grow old together in Monaco. I could show you the world, even the parts that F1 hasn't reached yet. But for now, I have to stay focused. The train already got off track, I got lucky it's still going in the same destination.
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Dead of Night - Toto Wolff
Part four of Favourite
Summary: You had enough of being Toto's maid and so he makes his intentions clear.
Themes: rookie!reader, Mercedes!reader, dark!Toto, age gap (20&54), problematic power dynamics, divorced!Toto, abuse of power, female!reader, possessive!Toto, this is a dark fic!!!
Notes: Finally I had some time to write for Toto. The past two months has been crazy, I'm actually surprised I made it out alive. But also some good news, FINLAND WON THE MEN'S IIHF WORLDS!!!!!RAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS A MILE?!!!!!(I'm a hockey fan in case you can't tell)
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Thursday, April 23rd 19.30
Three weeks, two days, 19 hours and 30 minutes. That's how long I managed to be his little maid. Cleaning his dishes, doing his laundry, making him dinner, babysitting his kid... I was tired of it. All that time I could've used on the simulator or with friends, I was instead forced to scrub his floors. I wasn't even getting paid. It was like torture. But the final straw was how he treated me when his ex-wife Susie came to pick up Jack.
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We had just finished dinner and Jack was watching TV while Toto was making a phone call in his office. I was doing the dishes when I heard the doorbell ring. Toto didn't tell me he was expecting anyone, so it came to me as a surprise to see his ex-wife Susie standing behind the door. I suppose Toto hadn't told her about me as she looked surprised to see me as well.
"Hi, I'm here to pick up Jack." She said as she entered the apartment. I close the door behind her as Jack runs to the foyer from the living room, greeting his mother.
"You must be Susie." I greet her, shaking her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming today." I know she recognises me. Why wouldn't she? I'm the first woman in F1. "Well, I didn't expect you to." I can tell she's confused and honestly so am I. Before either of us have a chance to say another word, Toto appears in the room.
"You came early." His deep accented voice comes from behind me. His hand pulls me closer by my waist and stays there. I try to play it cool even though my head is full of questions. Susie nods, holding Jack in her arms. "I thought you had to leave for Miami today."
"Plans changed. We leave on Saturday." Toto looks at Susie and Susie looks at me with a knowing look. It's like she knows something I don't. Toto's hand on my waist tightens. There's a very clear tension in the air that I can't name. It's not sexual but it's also not anger. "So you just wanted to show off your new plaything, huh?" I don't even want to know how ridiculous my face looks after hearing Susie say that.
"I know you like power play, but I never thought you'd stoop so low as to date your own driver." She continues and I want to laugh and cry at the same time. I am literally speechless, I don't even want to look at Toto. He glares at Susie, pulling me closer. I can feel my face redden with embarrassment. "Get out." I would probably cry if Toto ever talked to me that way. But instead Susie smirks, takes Jack's bag and walks out of the house with him.
I wave goodbye to Jack, but once that door closes I turn to Toto, embarrassment and panic on my face. "What the fuck is she talking about?" Toto sighs and pinches his nose. "Calm down." I chuckle, taking off my apron and throw it at him. "Fuck this and fuck you. I've had enough. I'm your driver, not your fucking maid!" He catches the apron, approaching me until he eventually has me backed up against the counter.
He grabs my hands that keep pushing him. "I knew you wouldn't like this, which is exactly why I made you do this." I want to say something but he silences me with gripping my wrists tighter. "I wanted to teach you that losing is not an option for you. It's either independence or scrubbing my floors. You have to earn your seat at the table." I've heard those words hundreds of times before. I know I have to work. "Well, you made something pretty obvious for me very fucking clear. But what Susie said-"
"Forget what she said. Her opinion, her voice, it doesn't matter anymore. The only role she plays in my life is that she's the mother of my child." He releases my wrists from his grip. Instead, he looks at me from head to toe, grabbing my waist again, looking deep into my eyes. "You're mine, sweetheart. Mein Engel. I gave you this seat. Your wins and losses affect me. You keep wondering what's going on, why I act like this. You really should've read that contract fully before signing." He cups my face, whispering to me now. "Lucky for me, you're so easily blinded by money." He chuckles, kissing my temple. "Easier than I thought." He whispers, mainly to himself.
I feel stupid. He's right. I am naive. I've never been the type to read the terms and conditions on anything, but I really should have read that fucking contract. I thought I was crazy and just delusional about the way he's been acting. But he's admitting it.
I can feel his breath on my neck. His hand on my waist, the other one caressing my hair. "You smell like heaven. Look like you're from there, too." He looks at me for a long moment. Then he leans down and kisses me. Really kisses me. Relentlessly, like I'd run away. I don't think I've ever been kissed like that in my life. He pulls me closer and I can feel how hard he is. When he pulls away I feel like a warm blanket has just been ripped from me. He leans down again, only this time to whisper in my ear.
"Now, go home. Unless you want everyone to think you slept your way into Formula 1." He has that patronising look on his face. At least that's what it feels like. He has that power over me and he knows it, and abuses it. He lets me go, taking a step back. He watches my every step as I grab my bag and head for the door.
"Spend some more time on the simulator. I'll see you in Miami. And have a good night, mein Engel."
I'm starting to hate that nickname. I don't feel like an angel. I don't say anything as I leave. I feel all the possible emotions one can have. Anger, embarrassment, stupidity, you name it. But one thing I'm sure of: I will find that contract, read it and try to make sense of whatever the fuck is going on.
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It probably would've been wiser to read the contract after Miami. Now I'm left with more unanswered questions.
...agrees to be the property of team principal Torger Wolff.
I stare at the letters on the perfectly white paper like they're suddenly going to change. My bedroom looks like a raccoon visited. The clock strikes 2 in the morning. I couldn't sleep knowing the contract was somewhere. I'm supposed to wake up at 6. The flight to Miami leaves at 8. The jet lag is going to be hell. Especially knowing I can't sleep on the plane.
I consider calling George and asking about his contract. Maybe it's the same. I decide not to. It could be awkward. I can't tell Mika either. He would make me give up my seat. He would probably never allow me near the Mercedes garage again. I understand it, but F1 is my dream. Has been since I was 12. I can't give it up because of one man.
I go back to bed, trying to get some sleep. Out of instinct I open my phone and scroll on Instagram. Max's latest post pops up on my feed. Him in the 24h Nürbürgring. It hits me then how I can get out of this. I have to impress Red Bull Racing somehow. Yes, their car is a bit shit now, but I still have to try. A seat at Red Bull, next to Max Verstappen... It's tempting. If I want to stay in F1, this is my chance.
Toto's words echo in my head. Unless you want everyone to think you slept your way into F1. I have a lot of respect for Toto. He's the epitome of the rags to riches story and his dedication to F1 is admirable. But he confuses me. He defends me from misogynistic journalists, lets me celebrate my wins, spoils me, etc. But when we're alone it's different. I won't deny that I didn't like him kissing me. He's handsome, rich, a gentleman and takes care of his kids. Everything I have ever wanted in a man. Yet he's also 34 years older than me and my boss. And Susie mentioning him liking power play... Is this some kind of fantasy for him? One sentence in a contract definitely doesn't explain it all. I have to talk with Susie. I have to find out as much as I can about Toto.
I put my phone down, trying to get some sleep. After about 20 minutes I give up. I get up and head to my simulator. I could use this time to practice for Miami. I don't want to have to scrub floors again. I put on my headphones and open Spotify. If any song gives me a confidence boost, it's Rallikansa by JVG. It reminds me of home, of Finland. I could really use a summer night at home. I need something to take my mind off Toto.
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Actions - Max Verstappen
Part three of Controversial
Summary: The weeks go by and Max is starting to follow through with his plan to have you all to himself.
Themes: dark!Max, piquet!reader, toxic!Max, naive!reader, female!reader, college student!reader, youngest piquet!reader, possessive thoughts, jealousy, stalking, age gap (18&26), weird!checo, controlling behaviour, unhealthy obsession, madmax, jos verstappen makes an appearance
Notes: Finally something is happening in this series!!! Only 5 more weeks until summer break when I'll actually have time to write more. My history homework and math test is currently waiting for me as I am writing this... I'm sorry, but I do not give a shit about the Roman Empire or trigonometry. Anyway, enjoy!!
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The weeks passed by and it was suddenly March. To you they were filled with studying, making new friends and dating Checo. To me it was torture. You were barely home. You spent the weekdays at college and the weekends either at clubs or under Checo's arm in the paddock. And when you were home you stayed in your room, either studying or talking to him.
I spent so many nights worried about where you were, only to hear you come home in the middle of the night giggling with him, thinking I wasn't home. I never made it clear I was, I didn't want to ruin your night. But hearing you two fucking wasn't easy. And what made it worse was having to share podiums with him every weekend. That grin that he gave you everytime, I wanted to wipe it off his face. It was getting enough. I had to do something before it was too late. And after a shit race in Australia, it was the perfect time to put my plan into action.
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You had stayed home this time. You had a few exams to study for, a reason that wasn't good enough for Checo. It was clear he didn't like you being at university. He told me after Saudi Arabia that he wanted you to stay with him everywhere he went. "She looks good on my arm. And my fans love her. She'd be the perfect wife if she wasn't so stubborn about getting a career." He had said. It took everything for me to not punch him in the face. But instead I agreed with him like a good teammate does.
The moment I open the door, the smell of booze and cigarettes hit me. I look around the apartment; empty beer cans, ashtrays with dumped out cigarettes and items not where they're supposed to be. Shit. Of course you threw a party. If this had been any other day, I would've let you off the hook and just told you to clean up. But I had just had a shitty race weekend, so I was not in the right mood for this.
I take my bags to my bedroom. I notice your bedroom door being open. You're not there, but I hear the water run in the bathroom. I go to sit in the living room, waiting for you to be done with your shower and then I'd confront you. I stand up once I see you and I can see the caught look on your face when you notice me. You enter the living room with shy steps, I can tell you know what's coming. I can smell the sweet scent of your shampoo and your fresh clothes fitting you well like they always do. It's honestly making me a bit irritated how perfect you always look. I'd like to see you all messy after I've-.
"Did I give you permission to throw a party?" I see the nervousness in your eyes. "No. I didn't think I had to." I want to laugh at how stupid you sound. Kelly's clearly been enough of an influence in your life, 'cause you sound just like her. "You're grounded." I know it sounds ridiculous but you laughing at me doesn't make me any less annoyed. "You can't ground me, I'm an adult. I-"
"You live under my roof, I pay to take care of you so that you can focus on your studies. The one fucking thing I expect from you is for you to follow my fucking rules!" That silences you. I've never yelled at you before and I do feel a bit bad, but I have to make you listen. I can't have you turn out like Kelly. "You're not leaving this house unless it's for college or when I have a race weekend. You clearly can't be trusted to be alone." You're not happy. I didn't think you would be. "And you're not hanging out with Checo or your new friends for a while." That one makes you speak up.
"What the fuck did Checo do? Or my friends? Look, Max, this was my fault, I'm sorry." What didn't he do? "He's a bad influence and so are your friends. I mean, look at this mess. When did you start smoking? And Checo's spoiling you too much, turning you into a brat who thinks she doesn't have to ask for permission for anything." I pick up the ashtray from the coffee table, noticing the lipstick stains on them. "Max, you're being mean." I put the ashtray down and look at you. I know I'm being mean. I'm tired and annoyed and a bit mad too. "Give me your phone." I hold out my hand towards you. "What?" I step closer to you, grabbing your hand a bit too hard. "Give me your fucking phone."
Once I see you take it out I grab it immediately. I hold it in front of your face. "Three months. Three months without your phone, without Checo and without your fucking friends." I notice the tears forming in your eyes. You look scared. I probably look like an angry bull. I let go of your arm and you walk back into your room. I can hear your breath hitching as you do so. Making you cry wasn't my intention but it's necessary. I have to be firm with you. The comfort's over. Me knowing that you're mine isn't enough. You have to understand it too. And it starts by you staying home, close to me.
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You spent the first two weeks pretty much sulking. You didn't speak to me, refused to be in the same room. You had snuck off to Checo's after classes on the first day. You thought I wouldn't notice if you came home a few hours late, but I know your schedule. We had gotten into an argument about it which ended up in you slamming your bedroom door shut and crying once again.
I had put an AirTag in your bag while you were sleeping, and I caught you trying to sneak off to Checo's again. You were stubborn, but after three weeks you stopped fighting. I guess you finally realised it's no use. You got to see Checo during race weekends and I got the displeasure of sharing the podium with him a few more times. I saw the way you clung onto him and it made me think that maybe I made a mistake. All I've done is made you seek him out more. I've made him seem like the hero.
Kelly had laughed and said, "I told you so. You'll be done living with her soon." I ignored her, but what really surprised me was my Dad.
We were on the plane back home after China and you were sleeping on the seat next to me. "You're being too harsh on her." Jos remarked, sitting opposite me. He has never really talked about you, even when you moved in with me. "You keep up with this, she'll run off." He senses my confusion and continues, "You want her to be yours? Then don't scare her. Right now she's just running straight into that asshole's arms. Trust her, give her some freedom. Once she trusts you that's when you move." Is he talking from experience? "I know how you're feeling, son. I know what kind of thoughts you're having. I felt the same way about your mother. But I fucked it up. I fucked up because I was an asshole who didn't know what to do with those feelings and thoughts." Jos takes a sip of his drink, looking at you before looking back at me. "Don't do the same mistakes I did. Maybe start with breaking up with Kelly first?"
That was one of the rare moments my Dad's opened up to me, given me advice. Apparently it's a Verstappen gene, feeling this strongly about the women we love. Maybe a psychologist should look into it. But as much as I hate to admit it, Jos is right. I have to ease up on you. Give you some freedom. Make you trust me. And I do have to break up with Kelly.
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Once we got back home, I asked you to sit down and talk with me. And although you were tired, you still did.
"I'm sorry for being so harsh." It took me a hot minute to apologise. I'm not good at admitting I was wrong. I give you your phone back, hoping you won't notice that I went through all your texts. I had to, for your safety. "You can have your phone back, but I still want you to come straight back here after classes, okay?" Seeing you nod calmed me down a bit. "I'm just worried, you know. You're my girlfriend's little sister and I'm supposed to keep you safe. And it makes me nervous when you're so close to Checo all the time."
You put your phone in your pocket, looking at me with your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" I take a deep breath before answering. "Well, Checo's not exactly a great guy. I've known him for a long time, longer than you. He's done some questionable things. Like cheating on his wife. I just don't want you getting your heart broken." I can see some denial on your face. "He wouldn't do that to me, though." I shake my head. "No, of course not. I just thought you should know." Without thinking, I take your hand into mine. "Just promise me if something happens, you come to me."
You hesitate but you nod. When I let go of your hand, you hugged me. "Thank you." You whispered and I pat your head in response. I wanted to keep holding you like that. You're a lot safer in my arms than Checo's. Or any guy's for that matter. And yes, I felt bad lying to you about Checo cheating on his wife, but I had to do it. Like Jos said, I had to make you trust me.
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A few days passed and Kelly came over with Penelope. We spent a few days together and you were happy to see Penelope again. I had spent it pretty much planning on how to break up with Kelly, without it being messy. A task I knew would be impossible.
You were in class and Penelope was out with my Mum. I had planned to break up with Kelly the next day, but I fucked it up when I accidentally moaned your name while fucking her.
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