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oh he knows they've cooked
Wrong garage
Max Verstappen x girlfriend!reader
Toto Wolff x platonic!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, stalking ?
Summary: As your fame rise because of your relationship with Max Verstappen, a crazy fan gets to close and a certain someone is here to help.
Being a WAG of a famous F1 driver definitely had its advantages like free traveling, constant entertainment and new friends. But the down sides were always there hiding in the shadows.
When you first started dating Max, it was too casual to go in public so you both kept it super low. You were always trying to hide from paparazzi and you would never attend the races by precaution.
After a year of relation, Max started soft launching you on his Instagram per the request of his PR team who was going crazy to block all the dating rumours. The pictures were always very intimate and story telling but yet, your face always stayed hidden.
The fans did try for a while to find you but you never had social media publicly so you and Max were able to keep that relationship private for another year.
It all changed when you went on a double date with Charles and Alexandra and some fan without a sense of privacy took dozens of pictures to post everywhere. It didn’t take long for people to put it together and start trying to find you anywhere.
Your super private Instagram that barely had any following was flowing with requests and your public tiktok account full of dumb reposts had thousands of followers overnight.
You hated it and Max hated it even more.
He tried everything to keep you safe but you had to accept that this time, it slipped away.
—--
You adjusted quickly to the new lifestyle and fans loved you. Maybe this overnight fame could be tolerable and maybe even nice.
While Max was signing some girl’s cap, you were talking to some teenagers and accepting the few gifts that fans made for you like beaded bracelets.
“Oh ! Is this for me ?” You ask, taking the bracelet in your hands. “It’s so pretty.”
“Yes, I just love you and take such inspiration from you.” The teengirl says with the biggest smile.
You laugh as you pull her in for a hug. “Well, well, I will keep this on. I promise.”
You feel Max’s hands on your waist as you feel his mouth close to your ear.
“We have to go baby.” He whispers as you nod your head.
“Well it was very nice meeting you, hope to see you guys soon.” You smile at the girls while his hands turn you around to guide you away. You turn your head around while walking to wave one last time.
“Are you having fun Schatje ?” He asks, his hand on your lower back guiding you to his garage.
“I just love the girlies.” You laugh. “And they give me such pretty bracelets too.” You say showing your wrist that had two more jewelry on.
“Just stay on your guard, okay ? Fans are not always the calmest people.” He says, leaving you to Lily as you wave bye, agreeing with him.
—--
The problem was your popularity kept rising. Everything you now did in the paddock was filmed and then criticized online whether it was deserved or not.
Max spoke out about the issues concerning you many times during media days, asking fans to leave you out of the team rivalry and to stop sending threats after he had a bad race.
The message was thoughtful but it didn’t work and you felt yourself getting suffocated in all the hate.
The sun had set long ago as your head was laying on Max's lap while he played with your hair. “Maxie ?”
“Yeah Schatje.” He answers, his eyes now focusing on yours.
“I think I’m going to delete social media for a while.” You explain softly, like you were ashamed. “It has just gotten a little out of hand lately, and I’m a little scared.”
He nods his head. “Do you need me to do anything for you ? I can get you more surveillance or security.” You shake your head. “I’m sure the threats are just words, people wouldn't actually act on that, would they ?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.” He says patting your hair. “I don’t know.”
You fell asleep already lighter that day but the thought of danger near you kept appearing in Max’s head as he was getting more and more stressed.
—--
Life without social media was much better. Max never actually left your side without leaving you with some RedBull staff and you felt much safer when you couldn't see the threats.
Maybe that’s why you both got a little careless and maybe that’s why it happened.
Max was in a meeting right after his third qualification and you were freely walking around the paddock with Max card in hand, trying to find some food to satisfy your chocolate craving.
You had the feeling of being watched as if someone’s eyes were following your every move so you walked faster. You were just trying to avoid some cameras.
You very quickly and very discreetly looked behind you and saw a middle aged man following you. You knew that guy, you recognized his face from somewhere you didn't remember and that was scaring you to a point you couldn't quite describe.
You started walking faster as you saw Mercedes garage and decided to short cut in there. Maybe it wasn't your garage but you knew the staff, and you had a great excuse if anyone asked.
For your luck, basically everyone was in meetings or working on the car so you were alone in the hallway and the guy cornered you. You wanted to disappear.
“I don’t know who you are, but please just leave.” Your shaking voice said as you tried your best not to burst out in tears.
“You just have to listen to me and nothing bad will happen.” The voice was rough and definitely scary as he just stared at you.
You looked at him and just ran. With all your energy you ran without ever looking back.
Too concentrated on your run, you didn’t notice Toto walking and fully ran into him at full speed. Your face was all red and puffy from the crying, and you had many scratches from your escape that were simply messy. It didn’t take him long to understand something bad was happening, and his instincts kicked in quickly.
His hands steady you gently as you try to stay on your feet. “There’s someone following me, I swear. I don’t know where to go, I’m so scared.” Your trembling voice said, begging for anyone to step in. Holding all your faith in the man in front of you.
Toto's eyes widen as he looks at the man a couple hundred meters away that turns around quickly when seeing you with someone who could fight. “Let’s get you somewhere safe, okay ?” He asks in a fatherly voice, while he guides you away with his hand on your back.
He looks calm but he’s fuming with anger. He knew you pretty well from the fact that you were friends with Kimi and Max's girlfriend and Toto always felt protective of the younger woman in the paddock knowing how hard it is for them.
You were silently walking, simply following his instructions because your mind was simply blank right now. He helps you sit down as he places a water bottle in your hand, and forcing you to take a few sips.
You stay silent, too shocked to even speak to him. You see him call Max, see his mouth move but no words really register in your brain. Everything is just so blurry.
Your eyes close and they open when someone’s arms go around your waist and the back of your knees. “I got you, go back to sleep Schajte.”
You mumble nonsense as your head rests on his chest and you fall back into stressed sleep. Your body is shutting down from the drop of adrenaline more than tiredness.
Max has you in his arms while he goes to RedBull garage enraged. Toto is accompanying his side, protecting you from most of the cameras and questions while finishing the story of exactly what happened.
“Thank you.” Max says sincerely. “I owe you big time.”
“She’s like a daughter to me, I would do it anytime Verstappen.” He says patting his shoulder but before turning around, he adds “But please, hire a bodyguard or something for her.”
He nods his head as he finishes his lift in silence, and lowers you down in his driver room. Locking the door, and pulling his jacket over your sleeping body.
“I love you and this will never happen again my love.” He promises while kissing your forehead gently.
—--
The next race morning, Toto walked in the paddock sleepy and probably a little late. He greeted everyone before unlocking his office and walking in only to find a box on top of his desk.
He drops his bag to the floor and gently opens the white box to find red velvet cookies and brownies. Clearly handmade.
His eyes find the note pretty quickly in which he reads.
Thank you for saving me from that guy Toto, it means a lot to me and Max !
P.S: these are Max’s favorites so I thought you would like them too :)
He smiles as he goes around his garage to share the sweetness he just got gifted for just being a decent human being.
And the next time you see him ? You have a bodyguard following you never further than a few steps and ready to throw hands at anything. Toto smiles at you and your bright smile, he’s just happy that you find yourself again and he’ll keep an eye on you whenever Max isn’t.
⊹ ࣪˖ MONZAGATE | #TW
pairing. toto wolff x tifosi!wife!reader
synopsis. yn, ferrari fan and toto wolff's wife, goes to watch the formula one race from the monza grandstand.
warnings. some swearing
note. i realise that the order of the races is not entirely correct, but whatever, it is what it is
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You’ve Adopted Who? - Part Two
Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis Max’s girlfriend accidentally “adopts” rookie Kimi Antonelli, who starts calling her grid mum, leaving Max confused, jealous, and unwillingly part of a paddock family he never agreed to.
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oh, the girls are fIGHTING
you are an f1 driver. you spend a majority of the year travelling around the same 24 locations in an insane little bubble with the same coworkers you’ve known since you were ten. you move to monaco where your coworkers are also your neighbours. you finally manage to escape for two weeks to a secluded spot on a yacht in the med except wait, who’s that guy on the boat next to you? it’s your coworker. another coworker is also on the boat behind you, another on the boat to the other side. you are an f1 driver. you can never escape your coworkers.
not toto hitting the roof with his head 😭