max to mercedes with george as his teammate would result in brocedes levels of toxicity but without any of the real baggage just two men who hate each other for the love of the game
The best type of maxiel fics are where Daniel is like “it’s not gay to sometimes huff your best friend’s balls and tell him you are in love with him because I do that and I am not gay.”
The second best type is where max is like “I am broken because my dad said so and also Daniel is huffing my balls and telling me he’s in love with me because he feels sorry for me”
The third best type is when Daniel is like “I am ruining my life for him and he doesn’t even care” and max is like “why is he ruining his life for me, I do not want Danyul to do that. I simply want to live inside his bones :( but he Said he would give me his skeleton to be my house so why would he say this if he did not want it”
And obviously the best part is that all of that is verifiably true to life
Summary: You had just got hired for F1 as a photographer. You were excited to say the least, but when it came time to create your work, You found it awkward, and as a struggle. That is until someone certain encourages you.
Second Person POV
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You had recently got hired in the F1 workforce for photography. You were surprised you had made it through the interview, being shy was a big factor in your life.
You weren't always great about speaking up for yourself, but you thought that this job would bring out your true colors, making friends, getting to know people. All of it.
Right now, you and a group of photographers were at the Canadian circuit entrance, a herd of cameras around the gateway, also making a sliver of a path for anyone who had to get through.
You were standing off to the side, near the pathway, leaning against the gate.
You were looking at the camera setting when all of a sudden, the group of photographers started cheering and screaming.
You instantly snap your head up to see George Russell walking towards you.
You were going to capture some pictures, but it felt... odd.
You felt weird taking pictures of someone without their permission. You understood that's what your job was about.
But you never realized how awkward it felt. You lowered your camera back down. The strap tugging on the back of your neck.
George was walking through the thin path, waving at all of the camera people.
When he had gotten closer to you, he stopped slightly, looking at you like you belonged in a museum.
He held your gaze, looking at you deeply, opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but his guard tapped him on the shoulder, telling him to keep walking.
By now, all of the photographers had scattered around, going off to find new moments to capture.
You were still standing at the gate, feeling defeated at your job already.
"Hi y/n, glad to see you here already." A voice said behind you. You slowly turn around to see your boss, Toto, standing there.
"Hi." You say quietly.
"How's it been for you so far?" He said. He nodded his head back, signaling that you should walk eith him. So you did.
"It's... alright. I haven't got much, though." You say, walking through the aisle of garages together.
"Well that's alright then. It takes a while to get used to it." He said, patting you on the back lightly.
"Yeah."
"Do you want to relax in here? You can wait until media is gone." He said, turning towards the Mercedes garage.
You both stood slightly outside, Toto was talking to some engineers while you looked through your camera roll again. Seeing everything but Formula 1 content.
"Where's Kimi and George?" Toto asks an engineer. The engineer shrugs and walks away.
"Jesus Christ." Toto mutters.
"There uh... over there." You saying, pointing to the media tent.
"Thank you." He raises his arms. "At least someone knows what's going on." He says, smiling before walking to the tent.
"No, I don't." You mutter under your breath. You look back in the garage, looking through all of the commotion when you see a man walk up to you.
"Hi, I'm Valtteri Bottas, your y/n right?" He asks, stretching out his hand for you to shake.
"Yeah, nice to meet you." You say, shaking his hand.
"Your our new photographer correct?" He asks.
"Yeah, I am."
"How's it going so far? Capture anything good?"
"No. Actually I haven't gotten a chance to. It's kind of... awkward." You say.
"I understand that. Do you like it here so far?" He asks.
"Yeah, it's nice. The people are welcoming."
"Yeah-"
"Valtteri. How are you mate?" A voice behind us asks. We both turn to see George walking up to us.
"Good, you ready for tomorrow? Got the new car prepared." Valtteri said.
"Yeah, looking forward to it."
"George, this is y/n. Y/n this is George." Valtteri says.
"Oh yeah, your our new photographer, yeah?" George said.
"That would be me." You say with a smile. Valtteri silently walked away, leaving the two of you standing there.
"Yeah, I uh.. saw you at the gate's this morning. Quite the crowd there." He said.
"Yeah. I really didn't expect it." You say quietly.
"You know, out of everybody there, you were the only one not taking pictures." He said. You looked hesitantly at him.
"Yeah. I was ready but I guess... it felt to awkward." You say.
"Why's that?"
"I don't know. I've never taken a picture of someone without asking for their permission first." You say, letting out a shaky laugh.
"Well you have my full permission from now on. People do it all the time, it's just about getting in there, taking your shot." He says. You nod.
"Um, Kimi is going to do an interview in a minute. Would you like to get some shots there?" He asked, pointing behind him.
"Yeah... sure, I can." You say quietly.
"Great." He said. He led you through the large crowd of people in the garage, walking back through the main area of the paddock.
"Here, just in here." He said, opening the door to a small room. You walk in slowly after him to see Kimi starting his interview. You and George sat on the floor to the side, watching the interview.
George suddenly leaned over close to you "You should get a picture." He whispered
"No... nobody else is." You say quietly. He suddenly took your camera from off your lap and got three pictures, with surprisingly good quality.
"Here. You should try. Way better then me." He smirked, hanging the camera back to you.
You playfully roll your eyes and smile, taking a couple of pictures, adjusting the lighting and IOS as needed.
"See. There you go. Let's see." He said. You turn the camera to him, shuffling through the pictures of Kimi.
"Those are really good... wow."
"Thanks." You say softly.
"Do you want to shoot more?" He asked.
"Sure." You nod. Both of you stand, quietly exiting the room and going out the the track again, this time leaning on a balcony.
"See that?" George says, pointing to a car on the track.
"Yeah."
"Wait until it starts going 'round, probably take a picture, along there." He said, pointing to a curve to the left.
"You telling me how to do my job now?" You say, smirking up at him.
"No. It's called George's wonderful advice." He says, smiling, putting a hand on his chest.
So after the car out on the track started moving, going at a fast pace. You held up your camera, following the car with your lens. It soon got to the turn George was talking about, so you started snapping picture after picture until it stopped, coming up to the pit lane.
You quickly started going through the pictures, George leaned into your shoulder, looking with you.
"Your really good." He said.
"Thank you." You say. A moment of silence appeared between the two of you Both looking out at the track, fan's cheering on, getting signatures from different drivers, media still going.
"You want to get more pictures?" He asks.
"Of what?" You ask. He stands there silently, looking out at the track.
"Follow me." He smirks. You and him walk away, through the paddock again.
He leads through crowds of people, mostly being fans. When you get near the garages, he leads you up a staircase that connected to a small hallway, eventually bringing you out on to a balcony.
You stand at the rails, watching the sun go down and the people still wandering around.
You slowly bring your camera up, taking pictures of the sun mixed with the people, creating the perfect contrast of colors and different shades.
"What- do you mind if I see that?" George asks.
"Sure." You say.
You hand him the camera and he zooms in very far on a certain driver, not knowing who. George laughs.
"Ahh Jesus Christ, I'm going to blackmail him with this one." he laughs. He turns the camera to me to show Lando making a disgusted face behind his bosses back.
"Oh my God. Who is that?" You laugh.
"That my friend is the one and only Lando Norris. Who, if you capture at the right time, certainly loves these pics." He said.
"Come on." He nodded, you follow him quickly down the stairs and both of you go out to Lando, who is standing, texting someone.
"Mate! Look what I got." George said, shoving the camera in Lando's face.
"Where did you get that!" Lando said, trying to reach for it, but George held it up in the air.
"Doesn't matter. Just watch yourself, these might find it's way to Pinterest, yeah?"
"I- oh hey, who are you?" Lando says, turning to you and smirking.
"Y/n." You say.
"Well, are you new?"
"Yeah?"
"Hm. Cool. You should let me take you out for dinner some time." He says, nonchalantly.
"Uh- I'm good."
"Really?"
"Really. I can... tell who you are."
"What?"
"You look like the type to party a lot. Go out, get wasted, hook up with everyone in the room. I'm okay." You say.
"Uh- what are you telling her?" He says, looking at George.
"Nothing. Maybe you should die down on that rep though. She doesn't even know you and she told you off." George laughed.
"Right, calm down Max." Lando smirked, walking away.
"What the actual hell?" You question.
"You got everything right about him and you've known him for five seconds." George said.
"Guess I'm just good a predicting." You say.
"George!" A voice yells.
"Ugh, turn your backs, maybe we won't here him." George teases, you look back to see Toto calling him.
"George!"
"Georgie!" Toto yells teasingly.
"Georgie?" You question. George rolls his eyes and the two of you walk over to Toto.
"Mate, did you not here me?" He asked George.
"We did."
"You like that nickname?" Toto smirks.
"No, but I prefer the name Georgie. It reminds me of the 'It' movie where I'm getting summoned into hell by a clown." He says, matching Toto's attitude.
You couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Toto looks at you.
"i- I think it's pretty cute. I mean, gotta have some fun at work right?" You ask.
"She get's it." George said, pointing to you. Toto nodded, and went to go get paper's from somewhere in the garage.
You look at the time on your phone and notice it's getting later.
"I have to go, will I see you tomorrow?" You ask.
"Yeah. Hey, do you want me to walk you out?" He asks.
"Sure." You say, he grabs his phone of the desk and turns towards you.
"George-" Toto says.
"I'll be back, we'll discuss strategies later." George says, walking out of the garage with you. You couldn't help but bring yourself to laugh.
"Christ, strategy after strategy, it's like I'm back in math's again." George says sarcastically. You laughed more.
"Is it really that hard?" You ask.
"Oh my, you have no idea." He smiles. You continue walking towards the gate exit when Kimi stopped George.
"Mate, are you good at math's?" kimi asked.
"I'm alright, yeah."
"Perfect, tomorrow, my teacher gave me an exam. I really need your help with it. Like all the number and stuff." He said.
"Sure, I can help." George said, Kimi patted him on the back before going into the paddock.
"Never mind, change my answer. I'm now in math's class." He said.
"Might as well be in school." He mumbled. You laughed again.
You continued walking out into the parking lot, eventually stopping at your car.
"Wait, this is yours?" He asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Wow, this is nice." He said, gently putting his hand on the hood of the car. A BMW
"Yeah, I bought it a few years ago. Brand new 2023 model." You say, putting your camera and purse in the car.
"That's amazing." He says softly. There was a quiet pause between the two of you.
"Uh- thanks for today. i really appreciate the help." You say, opening the drivers side door.
"It's no problem, really." He says, smiling.
"i do have one question though, very... related to work." He says.
"Shoot."
"Do you want to go out? Like not- like to talk about work things, like..." He trailed off.
"Like a date?" You ask.
"No... not a date, just work... maybe a date." He said slyly.
"I'd love to." You say.
"Great." He smiles.
"I'll see you tomorrow." You say.
"See you tomorrow." He says, turning around to walk away, but he stops a couple of steps ahead.
"Wait- why did you turn down Lando and not me?" He asked, walking back to you.
"I've known Lando Norris for years, not face to face but I know what he's like. You... you don't seem like that."
"Oh so your a liar." He smirks. You giggle at him.
"Look, I get going out for a drink once and a while, but... sorry but sometimes he's on a whole different level."
Hey loves! This has been sitting in my drafts forever! Finally getting it out there. Comment to be added to the tag list for F1, also requests are open!
