Choose your online engagement.

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: When you can't find your engagement ring on Monaco Grand Prix morning, you spend the entire race day desperately hiding your bare finger from cameras, but Formula 1 fans notice everything, and the internet explodes with breakup theories and conspiracy threads about your relationship with Max.

Warning: none

The morning sunlight poured into the Monaco apartment as you searched the nightstand, your heart starting to race. Your engagement ring, the beautiful diamond Max had chosen, was missing.

"No, no, no," you whispered, dropping to your hands and knees to look under the bed. The white gold band with its perfect solitaire diamond had been right there on the nightstand when you fell asleep. You always placed it in the same spot, a routine you had established to keep it safe.

But now it was gone.

You ripped through the bedroom like a whirlwind, checking every drawer and surface, even shaking out the bedsheets twice. Panic rose in your chest as your hands shook. How could you lose something so valuable? Max had proposed only six months ago, and the ring meant everything to you, not just for its worth but for what it signified.

Your phone buzzed, startling you. It was a text from Max's trainer reminding you that today was race day, the Monaco Grand Prix. In your panic, you had completely forgotten.

Your stomach sank. Race day meant cameras. Lots of cameras. Close-up shots, interviews, and public appearances. There was no way to hide a missing engagement ring from the sharp eyes of photographers and fans who noticed everything.

You rushed to the bathroom mirror and stared at your bare ring finger. It looked so wrong, so empty. Think, you told yourself. Maybe you could wear gloves? But it was May in Monaco, no one would believe you needed them. A bandage? Too obvious, and it would attract more attention.

Time was running out. You needed to get to the paddock soon to support Max, but every minute spent searching was another minute wasted. You rifled through the kitchen, checking every counter and drawer, even inside the refrigerator in case you had dropped it while getting water during the night.

Nothing.

Your phone rang, and Max's contact photo appeared on the screen. You almost didn’t answer, scared that your voice would reveal your panic.

"Hey, liefje," his familiar Dutch accent said. "Ready for race day?"

"Of course," you managed, your voice a bit strained. "How are you feeling?"

"Confident. The car feels good. Can't wait to see you in the garage." There was a brief pause. "You sound tired. Everything okay?"

"Just… didn’t sleep well. Pre-race nerves, you know?"

Max chuckled. "You get more nervous than I do sometimes. I love you. See you soon?"

"Love you too," you whispered, ending the call before your voice could break.

You had to leave. There was no more time to search, or Max would worry if you were late. You would have to be extra careful to hide your left hand.

The paddock was buzzing with pre-race excitement. You had been to enough Grand Prix weekends to know the routine, but today felt different. Every step felt measured, every gesture planned. You kept your left hand in your pocket, behind your back, or held something to obscure your fingers.

"There she is!" a photographer called out, and you forced a smile while instinctively tucking your left hand behind your right arm.

In the Red Bull garage, you tried to act normal, but it was tiring. You found yourself sitting on your left hand or strategically placing drinks and programs to block the view. Every conversation felt like walking through a minefield.

"Let me get a photo of you and Max before he gets in the car," one of the team photographers requested.

Your heart raced as Max wrapped his arm around you. You pressed your left hand firmly against his back, hidden from view, praying the angle would work.

But you should have known that Formula 1 fans missed nothing.

Within two hours of the photos being posted, your phone was buzzing nonstop with notifications that you were too scared to check. Twitter was exploding, Instagram was in a frenzy, and the F1 community was in complete chaos.

Instagram

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f1wags_official: 💔 Sending love to both Max and his (former?) fiancée during this difficult time. Whether they're together or not, we support them both individually. Sometimes love isn't enough... ❤️ #RespectTheirPrivacy #MaxVerstappen #F1Family

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maxverstappen.updates: 📝 Remember when she missed the last two races? We should have seen the signs...

Username45: And the way he looked distracted during qualifying yesterday makes so much sense now. My heart is broken for both of them💔✨ #MaxVerstappen #F1Heartbreak

f1.memes.daily: 🚨 EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP saying "Max is better off without her" or "she wasn't good enough for him" !!! She's been nothing but supportive and loving. If they broke up, it's nobody's fault. Relationships are complicated! #JusticeForMaxsFiancée #StopTheHate

f1.conspiracy.theories: 🕵️‍♀️ COMPILATION VIDEO: "All the signs we missed" - from their last Instagram post together (3 weeks ago) to today's Monaco footage. Set to dramatic music because we're all hurt 😭 Link in bio! #MaxVerstappen #F1Analysis #HeartBroken

max.verstappen.wife: ✨ MANIFESTATION CIRCLE ✨ He's single, I'm single, I speak Dutch (Google Translate), I love racing (Mario Kart), I'm moving to Monaco (in my dreams)... The universe is aligning 🙏💫 Who's with me? #ManifestingMax #Monaco #NewBeginnings

Username2: ME!!

paddock.gossip: 🍵 EXCLUSIVE: Heard from paddock insiders that she's been house hunting... in NEW YORK. Not Monaco. Not the Netherlands. Make of that what you will... Also, apparently, Christian Horner's wife was seen comforting Max after qualifying 👀 #PaddockTea #F1Insider

Username_redbull23: OMG...WHAT!!

f1.wedding.dreams: I literally have a 47-slide PowerPoint presentation of their wedding venue options, color schemes, and guest lists... I've been planning this wedding for MONTHS. What am I supposed to do with all this research now??? 😭📊💍 Should I delete everything or keep it for when he finds someone new? #WeddingPlanning #F1Wedding #TooInvested

Fiona_care: George Russel, what are you doing here??

receipts.and.f1.tea: 📱 RECEIPTS THREAD: Screenshots proving the timeline of their relationship decline. Swipe to see: 1️⃣ Last "I love you" comment on his posts (3 weeks ago) 2️⃣ Her deleting couple photos (2 weeks ago) 3️⃣ Separate arrivals at events (1 week ago) 4️⃣ Today: NO RING The evidence was there all along 🔍 #Receipts #F1Investigation

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at most of it, but the notifications kept coming. The race was torture. Max drove brilliantly and secured P2, but you could barely concentrate on his performance. Your phone kept lighting up with calls from friends and family. They were likely wondering why the internet claimed your engagement was over.

The chaos was increasing by the minute. More accounts were picking up the story and creating elaborate theories about what had gone wrong.

Twitter / X

The worst part was how quickly it spiraled. What began as fans noticing your missing ring turned into wild conspiracy theories, relationship experts writing articles about your supposed issues, and even people claiming to have inside info about your breakup.

When Max crossed the finish line in second place, you should have been thrilled. Instead, guilt washed over you. How could you explain this? How could you tell him you lost the ring he had picked out so carefully?

After the podium ceremony and media duties, Max finally returned to you in the garage, still buzzing with post-race excitement.

"Did you see the radio message when I crossed the line?" he asked, pulling you into a sweaty hug. "I said, 'that one's for my beautiful fiancée.' The whole world heard it."

Tears filled your eyes, and they weren't happy.

"Max, I—" you started, but he was already reaching into his bag.

"Oh, before I forget," he said casually, pulling out a small velvet box. "I have something for you."

Your breath caught. Inside the box lay your ring, sparkling more brilliantly than ever.

"I picked it up from cleaning this morning," Max explained, seemingly unaware of your shock. "I wanted it to be perfect and extra sparkly for our wedding photos. I was going to surprise you with it after the race, but…" He paused, frowning at his phone. "Why is everyone asking me if we broke up?"

You looked at him, then at the ring, then back at him. "You… you had it cleaned?"

"Yeah, I scheduled the appointment weeks ago. The jeweler said they'd make it look brand new." His frown deepened as he scrolled through his phone. "Seriously, what’s all this about a breakup? People are saying you weren't wearing your ring today and—"

He looked up to see tears streaming down your face.

"Oh," he said softly, realization hitting him. "You thought you lost it."

You nodded, unable to say a word.

Max quickly wrapped you in his arms, holding you tightly against his race suit. "I'm so sorry. I should have told you I was taking it. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I never thought… God, you must have panicked all day."

"I tore the apartment apart," you managed through your tears. "I was so scared to tell you. Then all the cameras today, people noticed, and—"

"Hey, hey," Max said gently, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "It's okay. It's just a ring."

"It's not just a ring," you protested. "It's our ring. It's—"

"It's a symbol," Max finished, sliding the ring back onto your finger where it belonged. "But the symbol isn't what makes us engaged. We do. This ring could disappear tomorrow, and I'd still be just as committed to marrying you."

You looked down at your hand, whole again, the diamond catching the garage lights and casting tiny rainbows across the wall.

"Though I have to say," Max added with a grin, showing you his phone, "the internet detectives work fast. Look at this chaos."

You finally glanced at your own phone and saw the full extent of the madness:

Instagram

broken.f1.hearts: 💔 To everyone crying in the comments: we've been through this before with other drivers. Remember when we thought Lewis and Nicole were endgame? When we shipped Seb with Hanna? F1 relationships are tough. Racing comes first, always. But it still hurts... 😢 Group hug? #F1Heartbreak #WeveBeenHereBefore

Rebull.is.life: It still hurts😭 Finethings: My favorite couple...GONE

"This is crazy," you said, scrolling through more posts. "Someone created a whole body language analysis of our photos from today. They say you were 'distant and cold' at the podium ceremony because you stood 15 centimeters further away than usual."

Max burst out laughing. "I was really thinking about tire strategy for the last ten laps." He showed you another post. "And look at this one; they say I'm 'emotionally unavailable due to my racing career' and that’s why we broke up."

"My personal favorite," you said, finding the wedding planning post, "is this person who made a 47-slide PowerPoint about our wedding. Now they don't know whether to delete it or keep it for your next relationship."

"The fans who defend you are sweet, though," Max said, pulling up more comments. "Look - 'She's been nothing but supportive!' 'Don't blame her for F1's demanding schedule!' They really care about us."

Despite everything, you felt a warmth in your chest. "They do, don't they? Even the ones who are upset - they're upset because they thought we were perfect together."

Max nodded and wrapped his arms around you again. "You know what? Let's put them out of their misery." He held up his phone. "Ready to break the internet again?"

You held up your left hand, the ring sparkling under the garage lights as Max took a photo.

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maxverstappen1: Surprise! Had this beauty cleaned for my gorgeous fiancée 💍✨ Sorry for the panic, internet - we're still very much engaged and very much in love. Thanks for caring about us so much ❤️ P.S. - whoever made that 47-slide wedding PowerPoint, we might need to see that 😂 #StillEngaged #CleanRingNewSparkle #InternetDetectives

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f1wags_official: OH MY GOD WE'RE SO SORRY 😭😭😭 BUT ALSO SO HAPPY!!!

recipes.and.f1.tea: Deleting my entire thread now... this is why we don't jump to conclusions 🤡

f1.wedding.dreams: SENDING YOU THE POWERPOINT RIGHT NOW!!

maxverstappen.updates: NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO BE WRONG

broken.f1.hearts: GROUP HUG EVERYONE WE'RE CRYING HAPPY TEARS NOW 😭❤️

"Well," Max said as he saw the comments come in, "I think we just gave them the best plot twist of the season."

You laughed and glanced at your ring one more time before settling into Max's arms. "Next time you want to surprise me with jewelry cleaning, maybe leave a note?"

"Deal," Max grinned, kissing your forehead. "But I have to say, watching the internet go crazy over us was pretty fun. They really do love us."

"They really do," you said, finally able to smile as notification after notification poured in with relieved fans celebrating that their favorite couple was still together. "Almost as much as I love you."

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era: thriller

pairings: jealous!michael x fem!reader

warnings/contents: possessive!michael, fluff and a bit of angst, reader is oblivious at first, michael sheds some tears :c (sorry lol), pre-established relationship, a little suggestive towards the end, abandonment issues (if you squint), not proofread, a bit rushed and ect

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a/n: omg my second fanfic ever, i’m so proud and i want to thank you guys on all the love i’ve been receiving only in the span of a day. you guys mean soo much to me and im looking forward to writing more for you guys. THIS ALSO MAY BE A LITTLE SHORT, (might be a pt2 with smut lmk down in the comments if you want it 👀👀)

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- It’s the night of the first “Thriller” music video shoot. The palpable euphoria and excitement in the air are so intense that it feels almost tangible. You and Michael are in the same car, driving to the filming location. You’re giggling and having a great time, chatting about anything and everything. It’s been a few months since you officially became a couple, and since then, you’ve practically become inseparable. No one can come between you, not even if they tried. As you arrive at the filming location, you walk in hand in hand, you guys look like the ultimate power couple of the century.

- Michael shakes hands with his directors and meets his co-stars. You didn’t want to get involved in his affairs, so you make your way somewhere else. You notice they have a huge snack table, and it looks delicious. You trot over there and get started. After some time, you feel a presence behind you. Slowly turning around, you see it’s one of Michael’s backup dancers. He’s towering over you and kind of intimidating. Nevertheless, you keep your composure. “Hey, you must be y/n, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reaches out for your hand and kisses it gently. He’s well aware that you’re Michael’s girlfriend, but he doesn’t care. “Why thank you? How are you enjoying the process of this whole thing?” you ask curiously. “Well, it seems rather unreal, I mean look at this place,” you guys share a laugh. You talk for minutes but it feels like hours about the set, Michael, and shooting the video, having a good time. After Michael is done getting debriefed by his directors, he tries to find you immediately. Then he spots you, over there with that guy. He sees you laughing and seeing the way you put your hand on his arm after he tells a joke. Almost like how you do with him. This makes his blood boil. Who is he to make you laugh like that? That was his thing… right? His jaw clenches, and his fist tightens. He decides to finally go over there and see what’s going on.

- “Hey y/n, what are you doing?” Michael wraps his arm around you, kissing your forehead. “Hi baby, I was just passing the time with your co-star right here. He’s incredibly funny,” you say, which makes him even more angry. Michael sees right through him, glaring at him menacingly. “Hello Mr. Jackson, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person,” the guy says almost condescendingly. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your upcoming scene? I wouldn’t want you to miss it,” Michael says, smirking at him. “Yes, sir. I’ll see you later, y/n,” he winks at you, but you don’t notice. Michael is ready to knock his head off. How dare he challenge THE Michael Jackson like that? It’s almost like a death wish. “Hey baby, are you okay? You seem a little tense,” you tilt your head to the side, completely unaware of the standoff they just had. “Yeah, I’m fine. I have to go get ready for this shot. I’ll catch you later, baby. I love you,” he says while kissing your lips, almost possessively, but you don’t mind at all. He rushes over to the cameraman, ready to shoot the scene, still a bit agitated.

- While he gives his all in his scenes, he can’t help but notice every time the backup dancer is absent. He walks over to you near the booth, making him furious. He dances his heart out to distract himself. Then, he notices you two hugging. It wasn’t a typical hug; it was an embrace. “CUT!” Michael exclaims, causing the entire crew to stop in confusion. “Michael, if it’s about the choreography, we can change it.” “No, it’s not that. I just need a minute.” He stomps off the street into his own green room. You witness the entire scene and excuse yourself to check on him. You knock on the door. “Michael, baby? Are you okay?” There’s no answer. “Michael, I’m coming in, okay?” You open the door, and the sight you see breaks your heart. There he is, the unstoppable Michael Jackson, crying in his chair. “Oh my god! Michael, what’s wrong?” You lock the door behind you and rush over, crouching beside him. “Please talk to me, Michael. I need to know what’s wrong.” “You’re supposed to be my girl. My girl.” “What are you talking about, Michael? Of course, I’m yours.” “The way he was trying to get you for himself, I couldn’t bear to see that anymore. You’re supposed to be mine, and I’m yours. He should already know you’re off-limits.” He wipes away his tears, afraid to show any sign of weakness around you. Then, it finally clicks. He’s talking about the guy. “Oh, Michael, don’t worry about him. He’s nothing compared to you.” You climb into his lap and kiss his face uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry I made you feel this way, Michael. And the only reason why I hugged him was because he was talking to me about his personal problems and looked like he just needed a hug. I’m so, so sorry, Michael.” He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you in closer.

- “Promise me this, y/n, please promise.” “Promise you what, baby?” “Promise me you won’t ever leave me. Ever.” His grip tightened, almost hurting, but it didn’t bother you in the moment; you were just worried about Michael. “Of course, baby, I would leave you.” “Say you promise.” “I promise, Michael.” You lift his head up, eyes a bit puffy and red. Seeing him like this made your heart cry. Who knew he could ever get like this? You lean in to kiss him. He accepts it right away. It starts out slow at first, then almost immediately speeds up, like you guys were racing against time. Your fingers start to make their way to his hair, tugging it tightly. He groans, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer. “Mr. Jackson, it’s been over 10 minutes; we need you out here.” You guys hear from outside the door. You climb off of him. His hands automatically try and chase you. “Michael, you have to go.” You chuckle. “But-.” “No buts, Michael, get out there.” You lean over and whisper in his ear. “Plus, we can finish the rest of this tonight if you do good for me.” You say flirtatiously. His eyes light up like a kid who was offered a trip to Candy Land. He kisses you goodbye and heads out of the green room. You shake your head; what are you ever going to do with him?

Came back for a bit to announce that I am now engaged to @lendubsofficial :)