The soft hum of the PC fans filled the apartment, blending with the faint sound of Max’s voice through his headset. Three curved monitors glowed in front of him, their light reflecting off the glossy paint of his helmet collection neatly mounted on the wall above his desk. The room smelled faintly of rubber and the salty evening breeze drifting in from the balcony, just behind the swaying curtain.
Y/N stood quietly at the door for a moment, plate in hand, watching him with a small, fond smile. His back was rigid in the racing seat, fingers gripping the wheel tight, voice sharp and focused.
“Oh god, what the hell? What the hell was that?” he muttered frustratedly.
She stepped forward silently, the curtain moving gently behind her. Her footsteps were barely audible as she placed the plate of pasta down on the narrow space between his keyboard and the glowing PC tower.
Max jumped. Instinctively, he reached out and covered the webcam mounted above the central monitor. With his other hand, he hit mute on his mic.
The live chat exploded.
@OrangeArmy33: WHO IS THAT??
@maxyfanforever: …did we just see Max’s girlfriend??
@f1girlies: omg she brought him food that’s so cute
@teamredlinefan: LOL he panicked so hard
@sstrangecatzz: WHAT JUST HAPPENED??
@15senna.thebest: OMG, a WOMAN
@maxfutureGF: nah, no chance for me now
“You scared me,” he muttered, glancing nervously over his shoulder with a sheepish smile. “Also… congrats, you just leaked yourself to like twenty thousand people.”
Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked at the screen, reading the chat.
“Wait, what? Did they see my face too?” she asked, a bit anxious.
“They saw you, but I think your face didn’t show clearly… just wait for the internet detectives to start digging,” Max said with a small laugh.
By the time the pasta had gone cold, the internet had already connected the dots. Gossip accounts on Instagram were posting the clip in 4K quality, and Twitter threads were pairing screenshots from the stream with blurry paparazzi shots of her at the Monaco marina and near stores—right alongside Alexandra Saint-Mleux, which would mean nothing if she weren’t Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend.
@F1Tea (1.2M followers)
@F1Tea: Spotted on Max Verstappen’s stream tonight 👀. Same girl who was seen with Alexandra Saint-Mleux at that festival?
@monacogurl: Same hair as the girl seen with Alexandra in the Barcelona race omggg!!!
@cuppoftea: Shirt matches that one Max wore in Austria…
@maxxxine1: You’re all crazy, maybe it’s his sister Victoria.
↳@f1is4thegirls: Nope, his sister’s blonde. The girl on stream had long brown hair… like this one.
Later that night, Y/N curled up on the sofa in the living room corner, directly opposite the glass shelves where Max’s trophies caught the dim light.
“I didn’t… I mean, I didn’t want people to know like that,” she said softly, eyes glued to her phone. “What if they hate me? What if they follow me everywhere now?” She glanced at him, searching for reassurance.
Max sat down beside her, his knee brushing against hers.
“Look, if some people don’t like it, that’s their problem. I’m not hiding you, Y/N. I’m happy with you. That’s what matters.”
He gently took her hand.
“Maybe they’ll talk, yeah, but you just let them. Everything’s gonna be alright.”
“I hope you’re right,” she whispered, looking back at her phone as he kissed the top of her head.
A couple days later, Y/N was out shopping in Zara with Alexandra and Rebecca (Carlos’s girlfriend).
“I’m just nervous people might start leaking stuff about my family or something…” she said, running her fingers over the soft silk of a dress.
“At first it’s confusing, girl… but you have to act confident. Trust me,” Alex said. Rebecca chuckled in agreement.
“She’s right, and besides, now you’re with the group. The other girls will love you.”
That made Y/N feel a little lighter.
Two days later, their social feeds spoke for themselves.
@maxverstappen1
@maxverstappen1: Not much of a secret anymore, I guess. I love you so much to keep you secret.❤️ @yourusername
@monacogurl: GUYS I KNEW. WE WERE ALLLL RIGHT
@yourusername: I love you too <3<3
@f1wagspretty: We should start thinking of ship names.
@maxxxine1: oh.
↳@maximaxdududu1: for real, that's the only thing I can say now.
@yourusername
@yourusername: Getting used to the spotlight… ✨
@f1channel: I think we will love her
@girlystuffig: She looks so pretty and confident!!!
@redbullracing: Welcome, Y/N
@monacogurl: Hi Y/N, you say hiiii?
↳@yourusername: Of course love, hello!
@maxxxine1: She is kinda cute for Max yeah...
The change was gradual but real. Y/N started walking into the paddock with her head held high, chatting with the other girlfriends, even posing for the occasional photo.
The noise from the crowd no longer made her insecure — she knew what was real and what wasn’t, and that’s all that mattered.
She could kiss him, hold his hand, and be his support — on the paddock and in the garage — without hiding.
All thanks to being caught accidentally on camera.
Hiii! It's my first time writting and posting here, I've been reading fanfics and stuff since a lot and got my ideas but was too embarrassed or lazy to write/post... so I'm trying now!
If you are a writter or know well how to use this, I'd love the help!!
genre: slow burn · enemies (but actually misunderstanding) to besties to lovers · emotional damage with a side of banter · social anxiety-core · smau × irl
warnings: mentions of suicidal ideation (in the past), awkward social interactions, oscar being emotionally constipated, one (1) cursed plastic bag that changed your whole life, themes of alcoholism, drug abuse, suicide
synopsis: once, he saved your life with shaking hands and a bad autograph. now, years later, you stand in his orbit—hattie’s best friend with a half-healed heart and a wrist tattoo he’ll never notice. he doesn’t remember you. you never forgot him. It’s messy. It’s slow. It’s everything and nothing at all.
Partnering: DWTS Celebrity!Charles Leclerc x DWTS Pro!fem!reader (referred to as Yourname)
Type: Fluff
Social Media AU
Summary: Charles goes on Dancing with the Stars and falls in love with the pro he's paired up with.
Warnings: I'm not American so I've never actually watched DWTS before so this could be very wrong lol. (if I've missed any please let me know and I'll add them)
F1 Masterlist
Dancing with the Stars posted:
Dancing with the Stars: Our newest celebrity… Charles Leclerc! The Scuderia Ferrari HP Formula One driver will be dancing with Yourname.
Comments:
User: WOWWOWWOWWOW
User: can we get him shirtless…?
User: WHERE on EARTH did THIS come from??
Scuderia Ferrari: We can’t wait to see our driver be a star!
liked by Dancing with the Stars
User: Max is gonna watch this season to see his man out there
Charles Leclerc: So excited!
liked by Dancing with the Stars
Yourusername posted a story:
Replies:
User: how is working with charles queen?
User: Pls let charles do salsa
User: hair routine when??
Charles Leclerc posted a story:
Replies:
User: posting her on the main already? Ok i see u
Max Verstappen: why not post the pic of u looking destroyed u sent to the group chat?
-Charles Leclerc: cause that’s embarrassing, they think i’m cool
-Max Verstappen: maybe i’ll post it then 🤔
-Charles Leclerc: no! Pls pls pls no!!
Dancing with the Stars posted:
Dancing with the Stars: Charles and Yourname perform a stunning salsa for our judges, scoring 8’s across the board- the highest scoring couple of the night!
Comments:
User: I’ve never been more in awe
User: genuinely this is the first time I’m mad I’m not American
-User: fr. watching it from tiktok is just not the same 😭
Max Verstappen: …It was decent
-Charles Leclerc: Decent?? That was AMAZING thank you very much
Scuderia Ferrari: That’s our man!
liked by Dancing with the Stars
Yourusername posted a story:
Replies:
User: AHHH so excited for the new dance!!
User: lowkey looks like a date ngl
F1 Gossip: 👀
Charles Leclerc: so you enjoyed today?
-Yourusername: Yes, it was very nice, Charles 🤍
Dancing with the Stars posted:
Dancing with the Stars: Charles and Yourname bring it yet AGAIN! On Contemporary Night they danced to a beautiful ballad, ending with Charles bringing out his fathers racing helmet.
Replies:
User: Charles bringing out the helmet at the end, it honestly broke my heart
-User: ikr! You could see the tears in his eyes and it made me tear up too.
User: ik this was really beautiful, but we finally got shirtless charlessss
User: the choreography changed my life
Scuderia Ferrari: ❤️
liked by Dancing with the Stars
Charles Leclerc posted:
Charles Leclerc: I would like to say thank you to my wonderful dance partner, Yourname, for giving me an opportunity to honour my father tonight. She has been amazing throughout this experience and deserves the world 💗
Replies:
User: thank you @ yourusername for bringing his light out again
User: why do i feel like they’re dating
-User: yessss
-User: on a post about him honouring his father? Really?
Yourusername: I couldn’ t have imagined a better partner this season <3
-Charles Leclerc: Thank you for everything 💗
Dancing with the Stars posted:
Dancing with the Stars: In an epic finale, Charles and Yourname take home the golden trophy! They performed a lyrical dance for Judges Choice, a jazz Instant Dance, and a gorgeous freestyle to finish it all off.
Replies:
User: all the dances were ON POINT TONIGHT
User: nobody can stop me from shipping them now
-User: did you see them when they won??? It totally looked like they were gonna kiss!
Scuderia Ferrari: Another trophy for the cabinet!
liked by Dancing with the Stars
Yourusername: Amazing season finale!
liked by Dancing with the Stars
Yourusername posted:
Yourusername: So glad to have won tonight with my one and only 🤍
Replies:
User: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
User: how long????? omg
Charles Leclerc: mon amour ❤️
liked by Yourusername
Scuderia Ferrari: Can’t wait to see you in the paddock!
User: Am I the only one who didn’t expect this…?-User: yes
i just read probably the best vettel x reader fic of my life that prompted a prequel. so here it issss
warnings: smut ;)
You’d known Seb since he was sixteen. People always used to think it strange when the bawdy world champion told them his girlfriend in fact wasn’t one of the grid girls he liked to pay out, but instead someone he raced against in the junior leagues.
It was nice, though. You’d pulled out of racing three years ago and you’d been dating Sebastian for two of them, tagging along to his races and getting to witness the wild man himself on the podium.
Right now, there was twenty minutes before the formation lap. You were watching from the Redbull garage, a little self-conscious because of how a particular older man was leering at you from the other garage—Mark Webber’s side.
You swallowed thickly and turned your eyes to one of the various screens showing race coverage.
The camera cut to Sebastian’s car. The Redbull was sleek and shiny in it’s handsome navy, the golden sun motif practically giving off it’s own light.
That’s when you noticed—it was empty. No driver sat in it’s seat, which was normal and all, but Seb was nowhere to be seen on-track.
Your brain had started to formulate the worst when you felt hands on your waist. You jumped, thinking that man from earlier had made a move—but it was Sebastian, gloves clamped in his mouth so his bare hands could tug on your waist.
‘C’mon,’ he mumbled. His eyes were round as dinner plates and oh-so dark.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his chapped lips. ‘We got time before the race.’
You bit your lip, checking your watch. ‘Eleven minutes—‘
‘It’s enough and you know it.’
He dragged you away, pulling you into what you could only assume was some kind of office and locking the door. Admittedly, it was kind of difficult to concentrate on your surroundings when Seb already had the top half of his race suit unzipped and your skirt flipped up with his hand.
He kissed you—hard, hot, sloppy—before he knelt down, practically ravaged your panties trying to get them off, and buried his head between your legs.
‘Seb—!’ your hand found purchase on his curly blonde head, pulling him closer against your better judgement. Your mind had gone blurry, save for the feeling of his tongue between your folds, and you knew that was exactly his intention.
Eleven minutes was easily enough, and you knew it. He’d done worse to you in less.
You were gushing all over his stubbly chin before you knew it.
‘God, Seb,’ you muttered, as the German licked his lips obscenely.
He winked and leaned in for a kiss. You dodged and he pouted.
‘Go—fuck—go get in your fucking car, I swear I can hear them looking for you.’
Macklin has always know of Olivia Wilson, naturally. With almost 5 million followers on instagram its hard not to know who she is, however he’s heard of her a lot more ever since the head of pr and media for the San Jose Sharks told him he’d be attending his first formula one race as a guest of RedBull Racing.
Macklin was nervous to meet her, to say the least. She was vicious on the track, a great driver and incredibly attractive, according to what macklin said to Will upon being asked why he was chewing on his nails like a rabid dog in the passenger seat of the car.
Will was driving him and macklin the short distance from their hotel to the track in a rental car that was provided from them upon arriving in Miami last night. For the upcoming weekend they have been given a generous variety of free things by both RedBull and the Sharks such as an overly large hotel room to share, RedBull 4-day paddock passes and the (heavily pushed by the pr team) opportunity to partake in the hot-laps ‘tradition’. Doing things to make the sharks pr team happy on their off-season was not what they anticipated they’d be doing, but nevertheless a cool experience and something the both of them will certainly be doing.
Pirelli Hot Laps is an experience for special guests and celebrities to be taken round the Grand Prix track by a chosen driver at high speeds so they can experience the high G-force from a passengers perspective. For celebrities, all of this is documented and put on various social media platforms for exposure for both the celebrity and as a way of reaching ‘potential new fans’.
When the agreement was settled that a few San Jose Sharks players would be sent to the paddock to do this due to them currently being quite a hit on social media, there was no doubt who would be sent; Macklin, the sharks superstar and Will, the -already RedBull athlete- inseparable companion.
Walking up to the massive intimidating red and black paddock entrance, Will and Macklin were met by David, who will be basically telling them where to be and when throughout the weekend so both RedBull and the Sharks can get the most media out of them: and to make sure the youngsters don’t miss anything important. Both of the boys have been given 4-day passes to the weekend event in Miami and today, Thursday, is media and hot laps day.
“We have about 15 minutes before Max and Olivia are available for the hot laps, they are on a stricter schedule this week. When we get there everything will be set up on the track by then. Macklin, you and Olivia will be going first, we only have one car this time around so Will, you and Max will go after them.” David says to both of them to give them an understating of what will be happening as they walk down the paddock at a leisurely pace.
Macklin can see photographers taking pictures of him and Will walking into and down the paddock very few seconds, he was in disbelief. ‘If this is how much we get, imagine the drivers’ he thought to himself, they must not get a moments peace.
David shows them both round the basics of the RedBull Motorhome: where they’ll be watching the practices, qualifying and race ect. “Ready to go to the track?” He asks with a pleasant smile, both Will and Macklin nod following behind David like lost puppies.
More conversation continues on what the both of them will be doing throughout the weekend and Macklin’s anxiety starts to rise as the track becomes visible. He never thought be would be nervous to meet another athlete, especially one from a different sport. But to meet someone so important to the whole of women in sport and racing itself? He doesn’t know why, but he was shitting himself.
As the cameramen notice the arrival of the two sharks boys they begin recording, making sure to catch every moment of the first interaction between the hockey players and the formula one drivers.
Olivia notices them walking towards and a big friendly smile grows on her face. She knows who they are of course. Her family grew up watching hockey like many and she dabbles in and out of it since growing up which makes the ‘dynamic duo’ quite known to her, especially Macklin. She’s aware of how well he’s soaring in the NHL through social media and an occasional watch of a game.
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you Macklin, welcome to the paddock.” she says while shaking Macklin’s hand. Max does the same for Will however with slightly less excitement, he probably has a little less of a clue who they are. As they are shaking hands, Macklin can feel his heart skip a beat. Or maybe two. She’s making direct eye contact with him and all he can think about it how beautifully sweet she looks. The way every feature on her face is so soft and inviting. So much so, he nearly forgets to reply to her.
“Great to meet you too, Olivia.” He finally gets out, his voice a little lower and less fun than hers. Contact between the two is broken by the sound of David, telling all of them what to do before Macklin and Olivia get in the car, Olivia in the drivers seat of course.
“You ready?” She asks, hands on the wheel and head turned to the seat beside her. “Uh-I think so” was the reply she received, making her chuckle as she starts the car.
“You may be fast on the ice, but many not as fast as this.” Heat rises to Macklin’s checks at the almost ‘compliment’ on his speed on the ice. And with that, her foot is on the gas and they take off. Macklin grips onto both sides of where he’s sitting in shock, he was expecting it to be quick, but maybe not this early into it.
The first corner comes up and Olivia purposefully drifts round the corner due to the high speeds. “Fucking hell” comes from Macklin’s mouth as he grips onto the sides tighter. She looks at him then back to where she’s directing the car quickly and sees the position he’s in, making her laugh out loud. “You okay? Tell me to stop or slow down and I will” she said, still slightly laughing. He shakes his head in reply. “It’s fine”
Settling into the speed, basic small talk conversations begin: hockey stats, F1 stats, how Olivia’s feeling about the race and what brings Macklin to Miami. The conversation feels so natural -despite having to talk above the sound of the roaring engine- like they’ve met hundreds of times before. Both of them forget about the camera attached to the dashboard recording them for YouTube.
Slowing down and pulling over to the original spot where all the media is after completing a few laps of the Miami International Autodrome circuit , Olivia unbuckles her seatbelt and turns her body to the boy next to her. “How was that?” She questioned him as she places both of her hands in her lap, smile still as sweet sweet as before.
“So cool. I don’t understand how you do it faster than that” That had her exert a breathy laugh. “Yeah, that was around 160 on the straight, an F1 car would go up to around 220 at that point” she says, Macklin blows raspberries with his lips. “That’s crazy”
Swapping places with Will and Max it’s visible can see they aren’t as settled into each others characters. Rightfully so, they did just meet. However so did Liv and Mack and it wasn’t awkward at all.
Max takes off leaving Olivia and Macklin standing next to the barricade with various photographers and media.
“Miss Wilson? Can I just get a photo of you and Mr Celebrini next to each other” one of the men holding an obnoxiously large camera asks with the stern ‘paparazzi’ voice they all carry.
Olivia immediately takes macklin into her side, arm around his waist. After a quiet yet deep breath from ‘Mr Celebrini’ he retaliates and draped his arm over and his hand holds the curve of her opposite arm. With the duo standing facing the track, helmet in both of their free hands dangling low, they hear sound of the unmistakable camera click. “Thank you very much” the camera man says moving his eyes to the screen at the front of his camera to check the photo.
The conversation continues between the two naturally, mostly taking about hockey and the sharks as Olivia clearly knows more about Macklin’s sport than the other way around.
“You’re really making a name for yourself out there huh?”
—————————————————————————
The rest of the day for Mack and Will was quiet and calm. Taking with various important people such as engineers in the RedBull motorhome, having lunch, ect.
Olivia on the other hand was quite busy. Miami is always one of her busiest weekends with the large amount of media surrounding the track. Lots of important people come to see F1 during this weekend, mostly for pr purposes, but it drags a lot of cameras and people into the paddock so she’s rarely left a second to breathe from Thursday to Sunday.
Olivia arrives back at her hotel later in the afternoon and immediately collapses onto her bed. As much of a blessing her job is, she’s always incredibly exhausted by the end of the day, both mentally and physically.
The normal routine takes place for her after she gets in the door. The routinely meal has been ordered to her door via room service and will arrive shortly before as hops in the shower quickly and changes into something more comfortable.
She has to say this is probably one of her favourite things about her job. Getting to travel the world and try out every room service while chilling by herself and catching up on social media sounds like the perfectly ideal life to her.
The car ride home was a full on debrief for Macklin and Will, taking about everything that happened during hot laps as that was the only time they were apart from each other. “Dude it was crazy, how could they possibly go that fast?” Will’s still baffled at the speed of the cars. “Yeah I know, and it’s no where near as fast as they normally go” Macklin replies as they get out of the car after parking at the back of the fancy hotel. “You’re lucky you get Olivia Wilson bro, she seems so nice.” Will starts “I mean, don’t get me wrong Max is a super cool guy, championship leader and all, but he was a little closed off with me. You and Olivia hit it off it seems” he questions looking at Mack as they walk into the building. “Yeah I guess. She’s really cool I couldn’t believe I was in a car with her.” He makes Will laugh, he can tell his best friend finds her attractive, he always has.
The two boys are very used to sharing a hotel room by now with all of the away games that take place throughout the year, except the rooms are not usually this large. “This is bigger than an apartment” Macklin says looking around the rooms. He’s never been more happy to know he’s not the one paying for this after their stay.
“Order some room service Mack, I’m gonna take a shower” will says grabbing stuff from his bags along with a towel and making his way into the abnormally large bathroom the two of them will be sharing.
Ordering and making his decision on what bed he will reside in for the next few days, Macklin sits with his back on the headboard and begins to go through his phone, replying to whatever he’s missed throughout the day.
Clicking on Instagram he does the usual viewing of story’s and liking of posts when his eyes widen at a certain name he wasn’t ever expecting to see in his notifications. “Oh shit”
