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When You Call Me Wonderful - Max Verstappen

Summary: Max is loving having a clingy girlfriend and y/n is actually trying to tone it down till Max tells her not to bother.

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Maybe we're both ok with it ch2

single dad!max x reader

Summary- Max is new to being a single dad and is struggling, but maybe his miracle just walked through the door as the new PR manager. He can't help but wonder why she is so good with kids, and why she is a PR manager if she apparently doesn't have a degree in these things. CH1 CH2 CH3

warnings- angst! some fluff !! mentions of miscarriage, blood, cheating, divorce, jealousy, vomit, panic attack, depression, kissing, cussing. nothing else that comes to mind, but lmk if I missed something

wc- 5.7K (this is the longest thing I've ever written)

Note- sorry this took ages to get out. I had finals for college, then I got very sick, and then my co-teacher got fired (Lord, please help me). However, Chapter 3 will hopefully be done quicker now.

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The next week is hard for you. Media is not something you're extremely used to, but you're getting there, trying your best for the two drivers. There's videos, PR events, and interview after interview; it's all overwhelming, but you're keeping up. Max and Yuki say you're doing great, but you don't know if you truly believe them. Being in such unfamiliar territory has begun to erode your self-confidence; at least you've been lucky enough to have a visitor in an area you're accustomed to. That visitor is Lily.

“Hi hun!” you say, as Max walks her into your office with a tired expression. He smiles at you with that shine in his eyes that, over the past week, has continued to make your heart stop.

“She begged to come in here with you,’ he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hope you don't mind.”

“No, never, she's a dream,” you smile at them both. “Plus, today I came prepared,” you say, pulling out a small chair beside your desk. Max meets your gaze. A sweet look spreads across his face, making your face heat up.

“You didn't have to do that, you know,” he said, walking toward your desk, smiling.

“I know, but I wanted to.” You pull out a small collection of age-appropriate worksheets and coloring pages from your desk and set them in front of Lily's chair. “She’s my bestie now, you know.”

Max can’t help his heart melting a little. You treat his daughter so well and make his day brighter by just being in a room. There was something unexplainable about you. Maybe it was your beauty, maybe it was how sweet you were to everyone you encountered, maybe it was the laugh that made his heart jump out of his chest. Max has it bad for you, and it is only week two.

Lily is sitting next to you, coloring away as you're emailing too many proposals. It's a nice balance that you've gotten used to, but the more time you spend with Lily, the more you can't help but think you don't deserve this. You can't even have your own baby. Why are other people trusting you to watch theirs? You try not to let thoughts take over, but they're always there in the back of your mind, telling you you're not worthy.

A few hours later, you're getting ready for a meeting with Max and Yuki. You turn to Lilly. “Hey, I have a meeting with your dad. Would you like to come with?” She quickly nods her head, picking up her coloring pages and grabbing your hand. As her little fingers wrap around yours, there is a small stinging in your chest, and the thought is back. You don't deserve this. You shake it off as quickly as it comes, walking out the door with Lilly to the meeting room.

As you enter, Max immediately goes over to his little girl, scooping her up. You laugh, leaving them be, and go to set up your stuff.

“Yo, how have you been settling in?” Yuki asks as you set up your laptop at the desk.

“Good, everyone here is so kind.”

“That's good to hear! Don't forget, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask me,” he reminds you.

“Or you could ask me. I know more than he does, obviously.” Max snaps, sounding a little aggressive. As soon as Max says it, he realizes how rude it was.“Fucking harsh, dude. Tone it down,” Yuki says, rolling his eyes.

“I'm sorry, man.” Max apologizes quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. For a second, you think of telling Yuki to watch his language around Lily, but you don't have that right and never will, you know that, so you don't say a word. As you continue with the meeting, that thought keeps coming back like it's there to ruin your day. You’ll never be a parent. You break down the analytics of your latest video. There it is again. You're just not worthy of being a parent. You inform Max and Yuki about an important dinner that is being held by a sponsor, and you are dysfunctional. You remind them of a video shoot coming up, you can't do anything right, and by the end of your meeting, that small screaming voice in the back of your head has become all you can think about. You are not enough, you can't perform you aren't worthy. When everyone walks out, you take a deep breath, pushing the thoughts back as thoroughly as you can. You know you're enough, you know the miscarriage doesn't mean you're not deserving of love, and you know these things. Some days it's just harder to understand than others. But with a deep breath and maybe a little more Red Bull, you'll make it through.

—

When Max passes Yuki's driver's room, he can't help but think he should apologize, although the thought of you and Yuki still irritates him. The meeting was a few hours ago, but Max decided he should at least give Yuki a small apology.

“Hey, Yuki, it's Max,” he says, knocking on the door slightly, announcing himself. Yuki quickly opens the door, showing no hint of annoyance.

“What's up, man?” Yuki asks, leaning his weight on the door.

“I just wanted to apologize for my snappy comment earlier,” Max says, looking him in the eye. Yuki shakes his head.

“Nah, man, you're fine. I get jealous too,” Yuki says it so casually that Max almost doesn't catch it. Key word, almost. He does catch it, and for a second, he’s stunned at what his teammate just implied. I mean, sure, Max found you drop-dead gorgeous. He could spend hours staring at you working and never get tired of the sight, and yeah, you're great with his kid, which makes his heart melt, but he hasn't even known you for a month. He does not have a crush like some little middle schooler. It takes him a second too long to recover, and Yuki Notices before Max even says a word.

“I don't have a crush, you know.” Max defends. Yuki just laughs.

“Sure, you just got mad at me for being nice to the new girl for no reason.”

“I haven't even known her for more than two weeks, man. I don't have a crush.” Max is really trying to defend himself, but even he knows it's failing miserably. He knows if nothing else, this is the start of what he wants to become, something between you two. “I don't even know that much about her, like why she's working for Red Bull or what her favorite color is.” Max continues, and Yuki sees it in his face. Max really likes you.

“Maybe ask her then, dumbass. Spend time with her without your kid, get to know her, and if you find out what she used to do, let me know. I have a bet going on.” Yuki makes sure to grab his shoulder at the last part. It's very important he gets those 20 bucks.

–

Later that week, you're sitting in your office on lunch, scrolling through your phone when you hear a knock on your door. Looking up you see it's Max, but seemingly no Lilly which is curious. You get up and open the door for him anyway.

“No Lily today?” you ask curiously. He shakes his head no.

“She flew to my mom yesterday since it's the start of a triple header. She's staying with my mom till the last week. I can't have Mom watch her all three unfurchnetly”.

“So, if no Lily, what brings you here today?” You smile and nod, guiding him into your now more decorated office,

“I what, I'm not allowed to want to spend time with a friend?” he smiles.

“Since when was Max Verstappen so kind?” You raise your eyebrow.

“For your information, I am kind. ask anyone in the paddock.” He laughs, crossing his arms. You guessed he had a point. None of the people you've worked directly with has said anything bad about him, but the media sure does. You suppose the media is never to be trusted anyway.

“Well then, what does the lovely Max Verstappen want of me?” you say, ever so slightly sarcastic.

“Not much, I just knew you were on lunch and wanted to join you,” he says, sitting in the unused chair in front of your desk

“Well, how sweet of you,” you say, sitting down to continue your lunch.

“This might be a bit personal, but why doesn't Lily stay with your mom more often?” You ask, reaching into your bag for the small dessert you brought.

“It’s really not that personal, to be honest,” Max sighs. “It’s just a matter of how big a daddy’s girl she is. More than two weeks away from dad, and she loses it. It used to not be this way before her mom gave up custody at the end of last season.” Your heart sinks at this answer. You know how much it can hurt to lose a spouse.

“I'm so sorry, Max. That must be hard for both of you. I can't imagine how much you both miss her.”

Max laughs, like a loud, actual laugh.

“Oh fuck no, I don’t miss her. We got divorced long ago, right after Lily was born. I don’t even care to know where she is now. She gave up her own child for a ‘life of freedom.’” Max says that the last part obviously annoyed and with air quotes. It makes you a little jealous of her. Why does a woman who doesn't even want a child get to have one, but you're not good enough for some unseen reason, your body won't let you deliver a breathing baby, and she can just leave her five-year-old little girl? You feel the fire in your stomach start to burn. The more you think about it, the more jealous and upset you get. How unfair is life? You push aside the rage, you sigh.

“I'm still so sorry for Lily, but you're doing an incredible job as a single dad. She's lucky to have you.” You smile at him even though the rage and jealousy are still coursing through your veins.

“You're giving me too much credit. It's probably the most stressful thing I've done in my life, and I drive race cars for a living,” he laughs, running his hand through his hair. “Well enough about me, what about you? What was your life before becoming my PR manager?”

“Nothing interesting, I’ll tell you that.” You laugh, really wanting to avoid this subject with the way you're already feeling.

“You don't want to tell me more? But I'm so curious about our mysterious PR manager.” Max said light hatred, hoping you'd cave, but you didn't.

“No, I won't tell. Can we change the subject?” you say with enough bite to make Max put his hands up in defence

Max changes the subject pretty quickly, although it's still focused on your life outside of work. You tell him a little bit about your family and the cat you own, which sparks his whole tangent about all of his cats. You can't help but find it kind of adorable. For a second, you wonder why he's so interested in your life, but you can't bring yourself to care as you melt into the conversation with Max. It really is too easy to talk to him. Max, for some strange reason, makes you feel all the things you thought you wouldn't feel again after your ex. He makes you feel beautiful and interesting, but most of all, deserving.

–

As weeks pass, you start to spend more time with Max and Lily. The more time you spend with Max, the harder your feelings are to deny. He's actually sweet despite what everyone thinks. He's thoughtful, and sometimes you swear you catch him looking at you for just a second too long. Recently, you started getting coffee at your desk in the morning when you walk in. It never says who it's from, but you know it's him. Today in particular, Lily is sitting beside you while her dad is in a meeting. It's about to be a two-week break, and you couldn't be happier. You have been running on fumes, and you desperately need to sleep for over 24 hours. As you sit and fantasize about the break that's coming up, Lily's voice breaks the silence.

“Dad said we get to go home for a while,” she states, looking up at you, smiling like she just gave you the best news ever.

“Yeah, I get to go home too.” You smile back at her. She then slightly frowns,

“I want you to come home with us. I'm going to miss you, and Dad says he is too.” Hearing that, you feel the blush quickly travel up your face, but you're a professional and gain composure.

“Well, if you miss me too much, I'll give your dad my number so we can still call, don't worry.”

“Promises?” Her smile just melts your heart. Then the voice is back again, You don't deserve to feel like this.

Pushing the hurt back, you smile, “I promise.”

A few hours later, Max walks in.

“Hey!” he greets you with a smile before Lily goes running towards him, hugging his legs. You smile back.

“Are you ready for the break after this weekend?” You ask, grabbing Max's bag to put all of Lily's things into.

“Yes, I can’t wait to be home,” he says, picking up Lily and sitting her on his hip.

“Me too, but a certain someone said the both of you will be missing me… So I have a present,” you say, handing him a slip of paper with your non-work number on it. “24/7 access to me whenever Lily wants.” You smile, sending him a small wink.

“What about when I want to?” he asks, tone slightly teasing.

“Well, you will have to file a formal meeting only for an hour tops,” you laugh. Walking back over to your desk, “But for real, feel free to contact me over the break.”

“Oh trust me, I will.” You notice Lily slowly drifting off in his arms.

“Well, she looks tired. You should probably get going,” you tell Max, walking up to say bye to Lily before she leaves. You give her a small pat on the head. “Bye, sweet girl, see you tomorrow.” You turn to Max. “See you tomorrow.” He grins.

“Bye, Y/n.” He shakes his arm a bit to wake Lily. “Are you not going to say bye?” he asks. She slowly opens her eyes and grumpily lets out a “Bye, Mom,” so quietly and so casually that you almost don’t catch it, but you do.

Suddenly, it feels like you’re underwater. Everything is muffled, and the pit in your stomach returns bigger this time. The thoughts of not being enough come whirling to the front of your mind, all topped off by Max quietly whispering, “She’s not your mom, Lily,” as they both walk out. You know he didn't mean anything by it. He is right, you aren't her mom. You don't even deserve to be viewed as one. Why would you even think you should be a mom? You will never deserve that, and you know it, but that pit in your stomach doesn't go away, and neither does the universe swirling around you. You killed your baby after all.

Very quickly after they leave, your legs give out, and you come thudding to your knees. Your breaths are quick and shallow. You feel like you're burning up. Your stomach is jumping. You don't have control of your body. You can't calm your thoughts or your breathing. You feel bile rise in your throat. You use all your willpower to make it to the trash can before it comes rushing out. You're bent over the trash can, tears streaming down your face, shaking, unable to catch your breath or move.

That's how Yuki finds you sobbing over your throw-up-filled trash can. He doesn't know what's wrong or why you're freaking out, but he does know how to help. He calls your name a few times, but you can't hear him, much less will yourself to respond, so he walks over to you, gently sitting you down off your knees and rubbing his hand on your back. After about 15 minutes like this and some controlled breaths, you've finally calmed down enough to apologize to Yuki.

“I’m so, so sorry you had to see me like that,” you say, still kind of dazed, staring off into the distance, not looking him in the eye.

“You’re more than fine, no need to apologize. We all have things that get to us,” he sighs, still rubbing your back, slower and more grounding. “You don’t have to tell me, but maybe you should tell someone,” he starts, trying to be helpful.

“I did….a while ago, but I stopped when I got the job here—just too much moving around. But thank you for the concern. I’m fine, tonight was just bad. This usually doesn’t happen,” you state, pulling your knees up and resting your head on them. Yuki nods his head, understanding.

“Well, let’s get you home tonight, and maybe don’t come in tomorrow. It’s just free practice anyway.” You both sit there for a while before he walks you to your car, reminding you not to come in tomorrow.

You take his advice and don't come in the next day. Throughout the day, you receive a few texts from what you assume is Max, but you don't bother to read them. Max makes you feel things you don't want to deal with right now. You spend most of the day moping in bed, watching stupid sitcoms, and ordering room service. You should probably be back tomorrow, but today you're just trying to calm your nerves from yesterday. About halfway through the day, you get a text from what you assume is Yuki.

Unknown

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you after yesterday.”

You

“I'm fine, thank you for checking on me.”

Yuki

“Good Max is super worried about you maybe you should text him back.”

You

“no”

The next day came all too quickly, but you had to go, so you rolled out of bed and stepped into the hot shower. You feel the warm water run over your body, your hair slicking down your neck and back. You sit under the water for a while before lathering the soap over your body, trying to wash off all the feelings from the past few days. By the time you get out, you don't have the time to dry your hair, so you just suck it up and go to work with dripping hair.

When you arrive at work, you're lucky not to see Max immediately. You're still trying to avoid him, but when you walk into your office there's coffee and your favorite breakfast sandwich on the desk. You don't have to guess who it's from, you know. But even the thought of Max makes you feel things you're not ready to address, so you push the breakfast aside and focus on your work. You get maybe two hours in before Max and Lily show up at your door. Lily immediately goes to your desk. You just smile at her and go back to your work.

“Hey, are you ok? ” Max looks at you curiously. You've never just blown Lily off like that, even when you're busy.

“Yeah” is all you say. You really don't want to talk to him today or any day soon. “I'm a little busy. Can you guys come back later? ”Max takes a step back and pauses. “Ummm, ok, did I do something wrong? You haven't returned my texts, and you were missing yesterday. Yuki said you weren’t feeling well, so I was worried.” Max pauses for a second, waiting for you to respond. You don't so he keeps going. “Why did you tell him and not me? I could have helped. I would've brought soup or medicine or something. Don't be afraid to ask for my help,” he goes on a bit of a rant before he stops himself.

“It's fine, I feel better, I'm just busy, come back later.” Max just nods, grabs Lily, and walks off.

—

The rest of the weekend you spend trying desperately to avoid Max, and for the most part, it's successful. Other than the talking you had to do for work, although you are spending most of your time working on a sponsor’s dinner, all of redbull is attending, including you. right before the start of the next race, so with how many people there’s going to be, it's been keeping you busy and away from Max. He is still sending you worried texts, but you have yet to even respond. The weekend goes well, with more Max p2, but for him it feels bittersweet because when he steps out of his car to celebrate you are nowhere in sight. You are obviously avoiding him, but he doesn't know why. He had thought things had been going well. You had even started to flirt back. You not being there is really getting to him, and it's obvious from the post-race interview. He's snappy, mean, and he doesn't even care. When he makes it back to the redbull garage, he learns that you have already gone home for the long break, and the next time he is going to see you is at the dinner. He still doesn't know what he did.

—

Over the past two weeks, you've felt bad for ignoring Max at the last race. You were just upset and not ready to talk to him yet. After a few days by yourself and a session with your therapist, you realize how immature that was, but you didn't want to apologize over text so you're doing it tonight at the dinner. You’ve been getting ready all day, curling your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out a dress, making sure you look good and elegant. Red Bull has a driver waiting outside. You slip into the back seat. The drive is short, and when you arrive, most of the people are already there. A few people are still walking in along with you.

When you walk in, your eyes scan the room looking for Max or Yuki. You find Yuki first at the bar, and you walk over to him.

“Long time no see,” you greet him. He looks over and smiles.

“Hey, how have you been? Haven't heard from you.” You nod,

“Good, just been off my phone,” you reply, ordering a drink, following him back to his table. You see Max sitting there staring at a glass of wine in front of him. When he hears you and Yuki walking up to him, he looks up, makes eye contact with you, and smiles for a second before looking back down. You slid into the chair next to him, playfully burping his shoulder.

“Hey, handsome, you look good tonight.” You smile at him, trying to melt the awkwardness.

“Thanks, you look really good too,” he smiles, making eye contact with you, and you feel like in this moment you could just melt. The shine in his eyes, his gentle voice addressing you. god, you really have it bad.

“Are you having fun tonight? “you ask and he looks at you like you're crazy

. “Ah, yes, Max Verstappen, the infamous press hater, is having the time of his life at a sponsor dinner,” he says with a thick layer of sarcasm.

“Well, for your information, I planned all this so you'd better be having fun! ” You laugh, poking his shoulder.

“Well, I guess this is the best sponsor dinner I've been to, but I think that's because you've decided to sit by me.” He smiles, looking you in the eye, and you swear your heart stops. The smile on his face, his beautiful blue eyes, fuck even his smile lines. God, he’s perfect. You wanted to wait till you could catch him alone, but the thought of him still thinking you were mad at him was eating you alive.

“Before you are too sweet to me, I wanted to apologize for the past few weeks. I wasn’t mad at you. There was something that was said that freaked me out, and I wasn’t dealing with it very well.” He smiles.

“I’m glad you weren’t mad, but don’t hesitate to tell me these things, y/n. I care about you, believe it or not. I want to be there to help.” You are in so deep with him.

“I know it's just hard for me to talk about this,” you say, fidgeting with your ring. “Maybe I'll tell you later. Let's enjoy tonight.” He agrees, and you both do enjoy the night, from laughing at the speeches to having a casual conversation that halfway through you feel the heat of his palm on your thigh. You look up at him, and he just smiles at you and squeezes. When you get up to get drink he follows behind you, his hand on your lower back, guiding you. You're more than ok with it. The night had gone so well. So well, in fact, Max offers to drive you home. And when he does, he asks the question you knew he was waiting to ask.

“So what is it? The night is almost over. You, of course, don't have to tell me, but I promise my feelings won't disappear no matter what you say.” You take a big sigh, resting your head against the window as the lights outside blur together at his fast speed.

“Take the long way home, it's quite the story,” you almost laugh at yourself, but you don't think now is the time. You're about to bare your soul to the only guy who has made you feel seen in years, so maybe laughing isn't the move. As he drives, the hum of the engine starts to fill the car. It's quiet but not awkward, just peaceful, like he knows to give you time to prepare.

“I actually haven’t told anybody besides my therapist this yet, so feel honored to be the first.“ You start.

“I had never dreamed of doing much else other than teaching. That’s the job that had brought me years of joy before. I loved being able to set a good educational foundation for the children in my class. I’d loved watching the kids grow throughout the year. I had loved being a part of these children’s core memories. Teaching meant more to me than I could describe.” You take a deep, shaky breath, and you feel Max’s hand reach over the center console to yours, squeezing it tight. One more breath and you start again,

“I was so content being a school mom for these children. I had never dreamed of having my own until it happened, and when it did, it was a feeling of joy that is unexplainable. I was going to have my own baby boy. I was going to be called ‘mom,’ not just accidentally by a few students throughout the year. I got to be a mom in every aspect of the world. I was overjoyed, and so was my husband.” Hearing this, Max throws you a glance, and you can feel it.“The pregnancy seemed to be about as good as any for the first few months. The doctor said I had no complications, and he looked like a healthy baby boy. I was overjoyed. I bought a crib and too many baby outfits to count. My family and friends at the school threw me a baby shower. We decided on the name a month in. I couldn’t wait to be a mother. I couldn’t wait to be the moms dropping children off, saying bye to their babies. It all meant so much to me.”

Max knew what was coming. He knew exactly what you were about to tell him, but nothing could prepare him for the fragile shake in your voice. Or the way you gripped his hand tighter like he was your only tether to this moment.

“I was about five months along when it happened. I was in the middle of teaching. I didn’t think much of the pain. I’d been getting cramps the whole pregnancy. When it didn’t stop till the end of the day, I was a little worried, but not enough.” Your body starts shaking a little as you try to hold back tears. “When I saw the blood, I drove myself to the hospital from there. It’s mostly a blur of nurses and my husband. Too much blood, all of it too much…I stopped feeling like a person, stopped feeling like I could do anything. I’d go to work, come home, go to sleep, and repeat for more months than I could count. I don’t think I spoke a word to anybody besides what was necessary. For so long….too long, I let my husband come home smelling like other women. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I knew it was my fault. I couldn’t give him a kid. There was something wrong with me, and I knew it. I could never blame him for picking other women over me.” You feel Max had given you another squeeze, but he stays quiet, letting you continue.

“Eventually, I snapped out of it, started going to therapy, and divorced my husband. I tried moving schools and tried getting rid of the things that reminded me of the baby that was supposed to be mine, but it wouldn’t go away. The thought haunted me every time I saw a mother come in happy, holding her baby. I couldn't stop thinking about how unfair it was. I couldn't stop hating them for having the life I wanted, so I stopped teaching and started going to more therapy. It helped about as much as I think it could. I applied for different jobs. I moved on. I started working for Red Bull, and then I met you.” You take a deep sigh, regaining your confidence. “Funny, hot, kind–despite what the media says, and a loving single father. I knew when I met you, I was doomed, but maybe I was ok with it. You made me feel ways I hadn’t felt in years. You made me feel like maybe I wasn’t a failure for not being able to birth a crying baby, and little Lily, she is the best little girl I think anybody could ever ask for. I couldn’t be more grateful that I met you two, but that night that she called me mom, it uprooted a feeling that I had ignored for a long time, and I was scared. Scared if I got too close, I’d start hating myself again or maybe even you. So after that, I tried to push you away, but it was immature and silly to push people away who make me happy.” You finally gain the confidence to look over at Max he just gives your hand another squeeze

“Don't be sorry, Schatje, it's not your fault. None of it. Not your baby, not your dick of an ex, not the way you feel. Just please next time tell me. Talk to me about how you feel. I will be here and on your side always,” he promises, bringing your hand up and kissing it. You smile at him. For the first time in a long time, the world around you softens, the burden is lifted off your shoulder, and you feel like you can move again.

“Thank you, Max, and next time I will,” you say with a smile as he pulls up to your hotel. Neither of you really wants the night to end, but you both have a big media day tomorrow. He gets out of the car, walks over to you, and opens the door.

“I’ll walk you to your room if you don’t mind,” he says, helping you out.

“Of course, I don’t mind a hot millionaire walking me to my hotel room,” you wink at him. The walk is quick, rather too quick for either of your liking, but when you reach the door you feel his hands wrapping around your waist.

“Schatje, you look absolutely stunning tonight. I think you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He smiles, looking down at you.

“Well then, do something about it,” you whisper, leaning in just enough for him to close the gap with ease. The feeling of his warm lips on yours makes you never want to move. You feel his hand slide up into your hair as he deepens the kiss. You let your nails slightly dig into his shoulder, and you feel him physically shudder, pulling away for air.

“Schatje,” he whispers the endearing name. “Let’s continue this tomorrow, please,” he says, kissing you one more time before you can respond, before putting his forehead on yours.

“Of course, baby,” you whisper.

You sleep like a baby that night, feeling a weight lifted off your chest. You even send Max a good night text before lying down. The next morning you wake up at the ridiculously early hour of 5 am to a call from none other than Max.

“Hello.” You answer with a groggy voice, “This better be an emergency for you to call me so goddamn early.” Max ignores your sassy response, jumping straight to the point.

“Have you been on social media yet? ” he asks, sounding a little worried.

“Ummm, no, I just woke up,” you respond, confused as all hell.

“Good, don't go on it till I'm there,” and then he hangs up. You don't want to listen to him, but he sounded serious so you just sit on your bed in your pajamas for a few minutes till you hear a frenetic knock, you open the door to reveal a sweaty Max in gym clothes and a worried-looking Launrent. You quickly let them in.

“What’s going on? ” you ask as you shut the door, and soon after there is a phone shoved in your face. It's an Instagram post with a photo of you and Max outside your hotel room last night, kissing. You don't have to read the caption to know what it says or to know this is bad. You look at both of them. “We’re so fucked, huh?

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Baby Blues Playlist

Summary: It comes to light that Max has been cheating on his wife with Kelly Piquet when an Instagram pregnancy announcement goes viral, shocking Max who’d expected his affair to remain secret. Baby Blues follows the couple through finding out about Max’s infidelity to new romance blooming.

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:

ᴍɪꜱᴄᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅɴɪ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

Timeline of Events (non-compulsory read, may not be correct as of new posts, updates every few posts!)

❤️‍🔥 smut

💔 hurt/angst

📸 smau

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟙

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1] - Max knows that his relationship is coming to an end and just wants one final night to be with the love of his life before coming clean.

ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2] - Max doesn’t want to give you another reason to hate him and doesn’t think he’s to blame.

ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3] - One final night of passion before Max’s world stops turning. ❤️‍🔥

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4] - The truth about Max’s infidelity finally comes to light, resulting in confrontation.

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5] - Painful memories resurface when an envelope with Max’s handwriting appears. 💔

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟚

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6] - A week in Japan is enough to recharge, some kind words from a mother help to bring things into perspective.

ᴛᴜʀʙᴜʟᴇɴᴄᴇ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - A run in on the plane with some fans who have a lot to say about Max and Kelly.

ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 7] - A fresh start and a friendsmas Christmas party offers new romance to the story.

ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 8] - The beginning of recovery after Max’s betrayal, documented in photos and glimpses. 📸

ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 9] - An unexpected discussion comes about while holidaying with Lando and some other friends.

ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 10] - The full story of what happened with Daniel at the Friendsmas party comes to light after the confession to Lando. ❤️‍🔥

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 11] - Telling Daniel the news turns into a heart to heart about what was lost.

ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 12] - Max sees Daniel with his ex when he’s in the car with Penelope and Kelly and can’t help but wonder what could be going on.

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟛

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 13] - Max finds out about the pregnancy sooner than he’s meant to (and so does Kelly).

ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 14] - Max confronts Y/N about the baby after Kelly breaks the news to him about the pregnancy. 💔

ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 15] - It’s finally time for the fans to see a long awaited glimpse of what’s going on in the world of the ex Mrs Verstappen. 📸

ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏɪɴ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 16] - Max and Daniel find out who the baby’s father is, it would’ve been easier without any unexpected company.

ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - A ghost of a little girl appears with questions and a gentle touch.

ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 17] - A bomb is dropped when a Hello Monaco article is posted interviewing Kelly Piquet about her new romance with Max Verstappen.

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟜

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 18] - Lando is there to pull away from the noise and the mess of Monaco after Kelly’s magazine interview.

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 19] - Lando suggests sending a gift of congratulations for the new baby Verstappen’s birth. ❤️‍🔥

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏꜱꜱ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - Max receives a phone call after Lily’s birth, filled with hard truths he wasn’t expecting.

ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 20] - It’s pandemonium online when YN goes on a podcast to reveal the truth about the love triangle she was a part of, the internet is rocked. 📸

ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 21] - A soft moment that takes place pre-birth where Lando decides he’d like to be there for Sonny’s birth.

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟝

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 22] - Lando finally boils over when considering Max’s reaction to Sonny’s birth.

ᴀ ꜰʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴡᴀʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪ] - The world seems to come crashing down with the realisation that something just isn’t right, though nobody could predict what.

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ʙʟᴜᴇ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪɪ] - A trip to the hospital leads to a conversation that nobody was expecting as Max steps in to fill Lando’s shoes in his absence.

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪɪɪ] - After storm prevents Lando from getting to Monaco as soon as he’d like which leads to unexpected insecurity.

ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀꜱ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 23 - ɪᴠ] - Sonny is finally released from hospital but not everyone feels the joy of the occasion.

ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴇʟᴇᴘʜᴀɴᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 24] - A visit to the Norris household to meet the ‘grandparents’(?) is well overdue for baby Sonny.

ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 25] - Lando is hesitant to go back to work, knowing he’ll miss both you and Sonny more than he has before.

ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ [ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ] - Lando wins the Drivers’ World Championship, 2025.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 26] - Time passes between the birth of the baby and the season coming to an end, not without some sort of drama. 📸

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟞

ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴇɴɢᴇʀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ 27] - It’s summer break in the 2026 season and Lando is looking forward to a well earned summer break with his favourite people.

IF YOU STILL FEEL IT (LIKE I DO)

You and Max had grown distant, so you agreed to a risky experiment to see if your love still was still there. But no matter the distance or the time apart, every encounter reminded you of each other. In the end, jealousy and stolen moments proved one thing: you always found your way back.

pairing. Max Verstappen x fem! reader (bonus: Charles Leclerc x fem! reader)

warnings. angst (again, ik sorry), 15,6k words, complicated relationship dynamics, unresolved feelings, love triangle elements, max being kind of idiot, profanity, pet names (cherié, schat) yearning, arguing & screaming, vulnerability, crying, second chance -ish, alcohol use, alex s.m. <3, rebecca cameo, charles is too good for reader:(.

CONSUMING.

That’s what your love with Max had become over the past few months—something that drained you more than it filled you. It was heavy in a way that made your chest ache, exhausting in a way that sleep couldn’t fix. You fought over things that didn’t matter. You sat in silence that felt colder than any argument. And even when you were together, it felt like you were both somewhere else—holding on to something that used to be beautiful, but now only reminded you of what you’d lost. You didn’t know why you were still trying. Maybe out of habit. Maybe out of hope. Maybe because letting go felt harder than staying.

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Come Home

Max Verstappen x f!reader

Summary: Max finally understands the truth: he has won everything and lost you in the process of it. So he does the only thing he can think of: showing up at your hotel room. This is part two to What hurts the most.

Warnings: emotional hurt, tearful confrontation, max breaking down, vulnerability, regret, reconciliation (soft, painful, honest) Please let me know if there are any more.

Word Count: 912

Day 10 of 12 Days of December

The door closes behind you long before Max understands what that sound means.

He stands in the living room, staring at the space where your suitcase used to be, breathing like he just stepped out of the car after a 60 degree race.

For a long time, he doesn’t move.

just like him . max verstappen

彡driver max verstappen

彡genre drunk!max verstappen x gn!reader, angst to fluff

彡summary max comes home drunk after a long night of partying and celebrating another wdc

၊၊||၊ this story has been haunting me for weeks now and im always busy with school or just dont have motivation to write but im glad to finally get the last of it on this sunday evening. enjoy and ty for reading!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings alcohol, mentions of child abuse

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max stumbles into the door after too damn long trying to get that stupid lock. why was the damn door locked anyway? he roughly plops down on the floor, kicking his shoes off and tossing them to the side without any second thought about them. he’s woozy and his head feels like its full of water and he can barely stand up straight—it was a long night of drinking and celebrating securing the drivers championship.

you would’ve went, but you weren’t feeling too well and even though max had insisted to stay home with you, you refused to let him miss out on celebrating such an achievement; hesitantly he went.

after a long 3 hours of drinking, dancing, partying him and his father had a long talk. a deep one, about his childhood. once again he’d taken credit for max’s achievements, once again telling max he should be grateful for the years of ‘tough parenting’. still the same stupid ass excuse he had to brag about how beating your kids made them world champions, what a way to ruin a night.

max stumbled into the kitchen, the house being left dimly lit since you’d expected him to come home late.

his head—the pounding became unbearable. ever since that talk with him the effects of the alcohol we’re hitting him harder then they should’ve for the amount he drank. he wasn’t drugged, was he? maybe his fathers words is what drugged him—but instead of sending him into a high, they sent him into a deep dysphoria.

he bent over, resting his temple on the cold marble of the island—the sensation easing his dizziness.

water, he needs water. but he couldn’t move from the position he was now.

“max..?” you called from up the stairs.

he just groaned in response

you smiled to yourself as you scurried down the stairs, knowing how he gets when he’s drunk. you were feeling much better than you were before, after throwing up and taking a nap, of course. “maxie,” the nickname rolled sweetly off your tongue, your tone much more comforting and soft. you turned the corner, spotting his tall figure hunched over the countertop his leg bouncing uncontrollably.

“hey, lets get you upstairs, hm?” you rubbed circles on his back as you picked up his arm and swung it over your shoulders. he’s heavy to say the least, so it wasn’t easy getting him up.

“y/n” max mumbled, stopping you at the base of the steps and using your shoulders to help him sit on them.

“yes max”

in your head, you celebrated being able to rest your shoulders for a couple minutes before helping him upstairs

“can you just be honest with me for one second here” his voice was hoarse and low, he could barely make eye contact with you. you can already understand this was a bad trip.

“always, love” your brows furrowed, his tone rising concern within you. there was a pause before he cleared his throat and his ocean blue orbs, that now appeared an almost dark grey in this lighting.

“do you think i’ll turn out like him” he almost whispered, just enough so you can hear him semi-clearly. the words stabbed you in the chest, where could he be getting these thoughts from. and whose ‘him’?

“him..?” you repeated, tilting your head to the side “max what are you talking about?”

“my dad” his eyes finally locked with yours “do you think im gonna turn out like him? what if the day comes where i would try to hurt you, if its by words or trying to put my hands on you? i never want to do that, i dont want that—thats not love. what we have, i feel this is love, but what if it wont be anymore, because of me?..” his eyes became sad, desperate and ashamed with himself, disappointed in himself for something he’s never done but the thought that he could possibly even try to hurt you makes him want to just curl up in a ball and cry.

“max-“ you reached a comforting hand out to him, just for him to reject it.

“no— i dont want to hurt you. you should go and find another guy who wouldn’t ever do that to you. im just like my fuckin dad, i even see his face in the mirror just to remind me of the doom im destined to” he hunches over, buring his face in his hands.

at this point you didnt even know what to say. you obviously are aware of the complex relationship max has with his father but he never never voiced these thoughts to you before, especially when hes drunk. hes all silly and quiet and sleepy usually, something must’ve happened to make him like this. everyone has their fears of inheriting their parents bad characteristics, max has told you about stuff he tries to do differently than him, but you never imagined it being this bad.

max is such a kind soul, he couldn’t even kill a spider. he has no reason to rage if he’s already taking all his frustrations out on track. outside the car he’s a calm dude, you’ve never heard him yell or be nasty to his engineers when he wasn’t on track. of course he has his occasional attitude towards the authority but never further than that. every time he acted out, hes worked hard to fix whatever caused him to do so.

the best thing you could do is just wait for him to finish talking so you could voice your thoughts, which you did so. you sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder until he calmed town and flushed out all the words he had pent up in his brain. the two of you sat as his sobs filled the silence between you. saying something right away didnt feel like the right move anyway.

“you dont have to be him. youre not gonna be him because youre already better than him. max, youre still in your 20s and look all that you’ve accomplished—stuff he couldn’t dream to do in his entire life. you dont have a reason to end up like him because youre not a fuckin failure.” it might have been a little too much to talk so harshly about his dad, because its his dad. but whatever he did or said to him before he arrived home has caused the love of your life hysterical and paranoid for the future, so right now, he didn’t deserve the babying he receives from everyone around him and max. his sobs had calmed down at this point, the pause was enough for you to continue.

“and about me— i dont want anyone else. of course we’ll have our disagreements, we’ll piss each other off eventually. we’ll exchange words we dont mean and then we’ll immediately regret it after, thats just how things are. but id rather do that with you than another person because i’ll only ever want you. we’re in this together baby—and as long as i have you, theres always something to fight for because you’re worth fighting for. i made that decision the day i fell in love with you, and i never looked back since.” your heart, chest, and throat burned with every word that left your mouth. like confessing your love wasn’t hard enough the first time, here you are pouring it all out again. you keep your heart so sacred, all the world can fight for it and you’d still be stuck on that person you gave it all to. that person being max.

“i can only tell you how i feel, i cant convince you to think otherwise. but remember, i gave YOU my everything because thats the only thing i have to offer. i chose you because i see something in you that nobody else saw before, or sometimes dont even see now—“ not even your own father

“and now its my job to help you see those things within yourself.” your soft hands cupped his face so the two of you could fix on one another once again.

“just think about that”

his saddened eyes widened, like you had planted something in his mind. he melted into your touch, his eyes closing and his cheeks growing a deeper rose than before.

“i love you so much, i dont deserve you” he kissed your hands while mumbling his love for you.

“i love you too, but i disagree” you leaned in closer and kissed the bridge of his nose. he just sighed softly, he didnt feel like staring another debate on who loves who more. maybe in the morning.

max wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer and resting his head on your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. the two of you sat in silence, enveloping in one anothers warmth. his home was right here, with you.

“im thirsty” max mumbles, breaking the silence between you two. you chuckled silently. “okay baby” you helped him stand up and up the stairs, leading him to your room. max threw himself onto the bed. you turned around to fetch some water but a tired hand tugged your wrist.

“dont go” he nuzzled into your palm, his lips brushing over your fingers. “im not going anywhere honey, im just getting water for you” max whined in protest, his face was flushed into your hand like it was his only source of warmth— tingles fluttered your heart at the sight.

“you need water, do you want to be hungover tomorrow?” you leaned on your hip and narrowed your eyes curiously.

“no i need you, now come here im cold” he pouts, tugging your hand harder causing you to fall onto the bed with a cushioned thud. before you could even react, a needy, pouty max had already latched his body onto yours tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder and allowing the scent of his lover consume his senses.

you sighed softly, the messiness of his hair and the way his arms hug your body made you not want to move. your body relaxed in his arms as max’s soft snores muffled into the cloth of your (his) sweater. you raked your fingers through his soft blonde locks until you too eventually fell into your own sleep. the two of you tangled in each other, sleeping peacefully knowing that you both will always have a shoulder to lean on.

THE MIGHTY HAS FALLEN (BUT YOU'LL RISE AGAIN, LOVE) ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

after a tough race cut short, max pushes away any person around him, but not her. never her. she always picks up the pieces to put him back together.

authors note: I love max. I know he's not the self-deprecating typa guy, but in this, he is, OKAY. charles is after this <333

HE WAS A BOMB. the fuse getting shorter and shorter every minute that his patience was tested. everything around him seemed to irritate him more and more as he tried to keep himself from exploding, for pr's sake.

he just wanted to avoid the media all together, for obvious reasons, but he was contractually obligated to give his words to the journalists under the media tent. putting him under a microscope and asking questions that had an undertone of scrutiny in hopes of catching him break. he was close, but he wouldn’t.

it hadn’t even been a fault of his own, he rarely made those anymore. the car had caught fire, but not due to a mistake he had made, and even if it had been, he wouldn't have admitted it anyways. still he felt the guilt of his lack of performance, beating himself up after every question asked about his car and what had happened.

Hello there! Love your work on the Max Verstappen x reader fiction. If it isn't too much, can I request an angst based on the song " All I wanted was a coffee" by Samantha Ebert? You can decide the ending but, a gut wrenching angst with kelly is appreciated. Thank you!

I hope you like this, I tried to use the song in the way that I saw fit. The reader has many insecurities and bit of mommy issues. Mention of cuts and bleeding.

Part 1 of Do you love me?

I wish you loved me

{Reader’s POV}

Max and I started dating soon after he got out of a really long relationship with his ex. With Max being a Formula One driver; the details of his past were general knowledge, did I wish I didn’t know? Yes. Because in the pictures of Max and Kelly, you could see his eyes sparkled and he would smile so bright sometimes and I felt like I never got to know that Max. But every relationship is different; I couldn’t compare it, could I?

Max was loving, I mean every boyfriend is. He would sometimes forget important stuff but he was a busy man with an even busier job.