summary max follows and interacts with a studygram account but no one can figure out why (he's trying to get her attention)
study influencer & chemistry student x max verstappen
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yourusername three things i wished i knew before going to university:
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user i'm going to uni next year and these are great! thank you<3
user so useful!! gained a new follower🫶
user you are my fav account ever❤️
user uhm— why did max like this?
user he started following her too!
user sorry, who is max??
user max verstappen, a f1 driver
user what is he doing here?
user no clue lol
user great advice!! point #2 specially, i wished someone would have told me this before i started
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yourusername last minute study session for tomorrow and i thought i would share some things i always do before an important test:
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user just read all of her posts and her tips are amazing!! my new obsession
user you inspire me to sit my butt in the chair and study🙏🙏 i owe you my life
maxverstappen1 great post!
user lmaooo what could he possibly be in studygram for??
user he took the 'study engineer and build your own car' jokes too far😂
user maybe he just likes her content?
user hear me out—what if he likes her??
user i mean...i can see it
user girl you are a life saviour i swear to god
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final review // test day! let's go
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friend we got this💪💪
yourusername let's get it💪💪
maxverstappen1 good luck! ♥︎liked by yourusername
yourusername thank you☺️
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yourusername my video on what it's like being a women in stem, where i talk about misogyny and gender bias in science, is out now on youtube
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user you put into words things i couldn't, this is great🫶🫶
user watched this whole video and then stalked your whole page, and i might be in love with you too, you are sooo smart
user same! max you are not special, i love her too
user the fact she captured every women's experience in stem i love her
maxverstappen1 loved this! ♥︎liked by author
user max is supposed to be focusing on this weekend and instead he is watching her one-hour-long video about misoginy in science🤭
user she liked his comment!!
user one step closer maxie...almost there...
user how about we don't assume a man can only like women's content if he's trying to get into her pants??
user sorry if it came across that way, i really wasn't! i think he is a fanboy and truly enjoys her content
user oh okay sorry, i saw some people suggesting that and it sucked. under her post about misogyny too, mind u!
user yeah i saw those too they are disgusting. she's awesome!
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user be right there<3
user perfect timing as always
maxverstappen1 ❤️
user imagine trying to study and having a four time world champion in your notifications like this:
user lmaoooo
user naming you in my graduation acknowledgments bc i don't think i would have made it this far without you
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another exam passed! // giving this f1 thing a chance...
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maxverstappen1 and? what's the verdict?
yourusername i loved it<3
maxverstappen1 maybe you would love it even more if you saw it up close😉
yourusername well, i do love testing an hypothesis...
maxverstappen1 so...coffee? tomorrow?
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yourusername text me❤️
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coffee date // bc yall been wondering, yess i decided on a team
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user not her soft launching a bf😭😭 poor max
friend date????? since when do you have a boyfriend???
yourusername girl i have so much to tell you🤭
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user the red bull cap omgggg she acknowledged him!!
user my good friend max verstappen must be jumping from excitement rn
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yourusername i bet we'd have really good bed chem
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friend not the chem puns😂
yourusername 😊😊
user soft launch alert
user no max! don't open instagram!
user he must be heartbroken rn💔
user he didn't even like this post he must be busy crying himself to sleep😂
user she is so beautiful no wonder that man has been trying desperately to get her attention
user that man😂😂 why is he is voldemort
user sorry i'm a lesbian and i don't watch sports to me he's just a man🤭
maxverstappen1 good luck on your test!
user he lives !
yourusername thank you❤️
user he got a heart!!! someone check if he's okay
user 😂😂
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friend i am not lying when i say you are the only reason i'm surviving finals😩🫶
yourusername same babe
friend liar...😂
user that last pic...their interaction on her last post...what if...?
user i think you're onto something bestie...
user her eyes>>
maxverstappen1 good luck boyfriend?😉
user OH MY GOD ?????
user IM SCREAMING PLS LET THIS BE REAL
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user i have no one to talk to about this !!!
user when i tell you i have been waiting for this😭😭
user max is proof you should never give up on your dreams, because you might romance your favorite influencer into dating you!
user and when they confirm this at the race...
user the picture?? they are ADORABLE
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yourusername he was my number one fan so i became his too
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user stop this is too cute !!!!!!!!
user he did it. he actually did it.
user max hab confirmed🤭🫶
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maxverstappen1 my girl<3
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user he knew what he wanted and BOY HE GOT IT
user she is GORGEOUS i get you max
user they are so wholesome🥺🥺 perfect example of why you should always try
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summary: the public tries to make sense of the relationship you and max share with oscar. some say you’re cheating on max with oscar, others say max is the one cheating with him. you say let the world keep guessing. the only people who deserve to know the truth about the special relationship you three have with each other are those closest to you.
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warnings: cheating allegations • misunderstandings • fluff • attempts at humor • likely a mistake or two • time skips • bending the f1 schedule to my will for shits & giggles
vicious speaks: how do i join someone else’s relationship? on a more serious note, i completely fell in love with this couple and it is going to be so hard letting them go 🥲 who knows, maybe i’ll come back to them again in the future, expand on The Great War™️ if anyone wants that 👀
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yn you do not wanna know what i had to promise in order to get these two out of their team kits and into normal clothes 🥲
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oscarpiastri and we will be cashing in on said promise!
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fan haha that’s funn-REDBULL RACING?!
fan what do you guys know…
fan admin i hope you don’t lose your job for this
fan cheating with his girl and then smiling in his face is CRAZY
fan plot twist: oscar’s cheating with both of them
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⤷ yn no cause wtf was that monstrosity 😭
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⤷ yn osc…
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⤷ maxverstappen1 we’re really cute ♥︎ by author, oscarpiastri
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Original Female Character
Summary:
Jimmy Verstappen has fallen in love.
Unfortunately for Max Verstappen, the love of Jimmy’s life lives on the balcony next door, which means Jimmy keeps escaping to visit her.
Even more unfortunately, her owner is very pretty.
(Sassy thinks everyone involved is an idiot.)
Warnings and Notes:
As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble.
Jimmy knew love.
He knew it in the way he knew the sunny spot on the rug moved three times a day.
He knew it in the way he knew Max’s suitcase meant betrayal, but Max’s hoodie left on the chair meant forgiveness.
He knew it in the way he knew Sassy was going to hit him before she hit him, because her tail did a particular twitch first.
And he knew it because the most beautiful creature in the world lived on the balcony next door.
She was white.
She was fluffy.
She was round in the way expensive pillows were round.
She had a face like she had been disappointed by every human alive and was simply enduring the world until someone finally presented her with the appropriate throne.
She was, Jimmy had decided, a goddess.
The first time he saw her, she was sitting on the neighbouring balcony while the late afternoon sun made her fur glow.
Jimmy had been minding his business.
He had not been doing anything wrong.
He had merely been standing on the back of the sofa, pressing his nose against the glass door, while Max said, “Jimmy, don’t even think about it.”
Jimmy had not been thinking about anything.
Then she appeared.
White fur. Blue collar. A little gold bell. Eyes the colour of rainwater.
Jimmy forgot how to breathe.
Sassy, from her place on the armchair, opened one eye.
“Don’t,” Max said from the kitchen without looking up.
Jimmy placed one paw against the glass.
The white cat blinked at him.
Jimmy made a very soft, very dignified sound.
Sassy lifted her head.
Max looked over.
“Oh no,” he said.
Jimmy did not know what that meant, but Max sounded like he had just lost a race before the lights had even gone out.
The white cat turned, showing him the full glory of her tail, then disappeared behind a curtain.
Jimmy remained frozen.
Sassy yawned.
Max came over, crouched beside him, and looked through the glass toward the empty balcony.
“No,” Max told him.
Jimmy looked at Max.
Max narrowed his eyes. “I know that face.”
Jimmy did not know which face Max meant. He had several.
“No escaping,” Max said. “No dramatic Romeo and Juliet balcony situation. I don’t have time for this.”
Jimmy understood only three words in that sentence.
No.
Escaping.
Balcony.
All deeply concerning.
He pressed his paw harder to the glass.
Max sighed.
Behind him, Sassy jumped down from the armchair, walked over, sniffed Jimmy’s ear, and then smacked him on the head.
Jimmy accepted this. Sassy was his sister. She had been smacking him on the head since they were kittens. It was one of her love languages, probably.
“She is right,” Max said.
Jimmy did not think Sassy was right. Sassy was never right. Sassy once hissed at a cucumber. Sassy had no authority here.
The next day, the goddess returned.
This time, Jimmy was prepared.
He had positioned himself on the dining chair closest to the balcony door after breakfast. He had ignored Sassy when she called him pathetic with her eyes. He had ignored Max when Max walked past and said, “Still? Mate.”
Jimmy was not still.
Jimmy was devoted.
The goddess appeared just after noon, carried out onto the balcony by a woman with soft hair and a long cardigan.
The woman was not Max.
Jimmy knew most humans were not Max. Humans had different smells and voices and levels of competence. Max was his human, which meant he was the best human, even when he left for loud weekends and came home smelling like champagne, rubber, and other people’s hands.
The woman next door smelled faintly of vanilla, laundry soap, and something floral. She spoke gently to the goddess as she placed her on a cushion in the sun.
“There you go, princess,” the woman said. “Fresh air.”
Princess.
Jimmy’s ears went forward.
Yes.
Correct.
The goddess was a princess.
Maybe a queen.
Maybe something above queen.
The goddess settled onto the cushion and looked across the gap between balconies.
Jimmy stood.
Sassy made a disgusted little noise from the back of the sofa.
Jimmy ignored her.
He lifted one paw.
The goddess blinked slowly.
Jimmy nearly fell off the chair.
Max, who had been drinking coffee, looked up from his phone.
“Why are you making that noise?”
Jimmy had not realized he was making a noise.
He closed his mouth.
Sassy swatted his tail.
Jimmy did not even care.
The goddess had blinked slowly at him.
That meant something.
Jimmy did not know what, exactly, but it meant something.
For three days, Jimmy watched her.
For three days, the goddess appeared on the balcony in the afternoon.
For three days, the woman in the cardigan spoke to her in a warm, amused voice.
“Careful, Cleo.”
Cleo.
Her name was Cleo.
Jimmy had a name now.
A real name.
Not just goddess, though goddess still applied.
Cleo liked sleeping in the sun. Cleo liked turning her face away when her human tried to take photos of her. Cleo liked batting lazily at the leaves of the potted olive tree on her balcony. Cleo did not chase bugs because bugs came to her. Cleo did not run. Cleo reclined.
Jimmy admired this deeply.
Sassy did not.
On the fourth day, when Jimmy climbed onto the sideboard for a better view, Sassy joined him.
For one hopeful moment, Jimmy thought his sister had come to support him.
Then she shoved him.
Jimmy landed on the floor with a soft thud.
Max looked up from where he was stretching on the mat.
“Sassy.”
Sassy sat down exactly where Jimmy had been and looked at Max like she had done him a favour.
Jimmy got up and shook himself.
Sassy began washing one paw.
Max sighed. “You deserved that, probably.”
Jimmy did not deserve that.
Jimmy was a lover.
Sassy was a criminal.
The problem was the door.
The door was glass.
Glass was unfair. Jimmy could see through it, but he could not pass through it. This was one of the great cruelties of the universe, along with empty food bowls, closed bathroom doors, and Max refusing to let him sit inside the suitcase.
But Jimmy was not stupid.
Sassy thought he was stupid because Sassy thought everyone was stupid except herself and sometimes Max, depending on whether Max had fed her recently.
Jimmy was clever.
Jimmy had observed the humans.
The balcony door opened when Max pushed the handle down and slid it across. The handle was high. Jimmy could not reach it.
But sometimes Max left the door not quite closed.
Max had a habit of doing this when he came in after watering the plants. He would slide it mostly shut, then get distracted by his phone or a call or the other human who sometimes came over and made him laugh in the soft voice.
Jimmy waited.
He was patient.
He was a hunter.
He was a romantic hero.
He was also, according to Sassy, extremely annoying.
On the fifth afternoon, the opportunity came.
Max had been on a phone call for a long time, pacing barefoot through the apartment.
“No, I know,” Max said into the phone. “But it’s stupid. Why would we do that?”
Jimmy did not know what was stupid. Many things were stupid. Vacuums. Rain. Sassy’s attitude.
Max went onto the balcony with his phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, watered the plants, argued with someone named GP, then came back inside.
The door slid almost closed.
Almost.
Jimmy’s heart began to pound.
Cleo was on her balcony.
She was sitting on her cushion, watching him.
This was a sign.
Jimmy crouched.
Sassy, from the sofa, lifted her head.
Her eyes narrowed.
Jimmy ignored her.
He pushed his nose into the tiny gap between door and frame.
It moved.
Not much.
Enough.
“Jimmy,” Max said.
Jimmy froze.
Max was still on the phone, looking directly at him.
Jimmy looked back.
Max pointed at him. “No.”
Jimmy considered this.
Then he ran.
“Jimmy!”
The gap widened under his shoulder. The balcony air hit his whiskers. The floor was warm under his paws. Behind him, Max swore.
Jimmy darted across the balcony.
There was a gap between his balcony and Cleo’s balcony.
It was not enormous.
It was, however, a gap.
Jimmy stopped at the edge.
Cleo watched him.
Jimmy looked down.
That was very far.
Jimmy looked back.
Max had dropped his phone somewhere inside and was coming toward him with the expression he wore when someone on television said something stupid about his driving.
“Don’t,” Max said.
Jimmy looked at Cleo.
Cleo blinked.
Jimmy made his decision.
He did not jump across the gap.
Jimmy was romantic, not suicidal.
Instead, he discovered something better.
There was a low dividing wall at the far end, where the two balconies met around the corner. It was narrow. It was slightly ridiculous. It was absolutely climbable.
“Jimmy, I swear to God—”
Jimmy climbed.
Max lunged.
Jimmy was faster.
He scrambled onto the wall, tail high, paws careful, heart full of purpose.
The world became ledge and air and Max saying words Jimmy was probably not supposed to understand.
Sassy appeared at the open balcony door.
She did not look concerned.
She looked entertained.
Traitor.
Jimmy crossed the little wall and dropped onto the neighbouring balcony.
Cleo did not move.
Jimmy landed, shook himself, and looked at her.
He had done it.
He had crossed kingdoms.
He had defied glass.
He had escaped.
He had proven his love.
Cleo stretched one front paw luxuriously, then the other. Her bell gave a tiny, perfect chime.
Jimmy approached slowly.
Cleo did not hiss.
Cleo did not swat him.
Cleo leaned forward and sniffed his nose.
Jimmy’s entire soul left his body.
From the other balcony, Max said, “Oh, you little idiot.”
Jimmy did not care.
Cleo had touched noses with him.
Jimmy was never going home again.
Then the balcony door behind Cleo opened.
The woman in the cardigan stepped out.
For a second, everyone froze.
Jimmy looked up.
The woman looked down.
Cleo sat beside him, serene and innocent, as if she had personally invited him for tea.
“Oh,” the woman said.
Max, from the other balcony, said, “I am so sorry.”
The woman looked across.
Jimmy turned his head.
Max was standing on his own balcony with one hand braced on the railing, hair messy, wearing an old Red Bull T-shirt and the expression of a man whose cat had just ruined his life.
The woman blinked.
Then she smiled.
It was a nice smile.
Jimmy noticed because Max noticed.
Max always noticed things like apexes, tyre degradation, and people smiling at him.
“Is he yours?” the woman asked.
Max looked at Jimmy.
Jimmy sat down beside Cleo.
Cleo’s tail curled around her paws.
Max exhaled through his nose. “Unfortunately.”
Jimmy did not know what unfortunately meant, but Max used it often when talking about people he loved.
The woman laughed.
Max’s expression changed.
Not a lot.
A little.
Jimmy knew Max’s faces. Max had many faces even though humans often thought he only had three. There was angry Max, sleepy Max, race Max, cat Max, soft Max, and the very rare Max who had just realized someone pretty was laughing at something he said.
This was that one.
“He seems very sweet,” the woman said.
Max looked at Jimmy again.
Jimmy looked back with dignity.
“He is not,” Max said. “He is a menace.”
The woman crouched and held out her fingers.
Jimmy sniffed them politely.
Vanilla. Laundry soap. Flowers. Cleo.
Acceptable.
“Oh, he is sweet,” she said.
Max snorted. “He waited five days to break into your balcony.”
“Determined, then.”
“Stubborn.”
“Romantic.”
Max paused.
Jimmy’s ears twitched.
The woman smiled down at Jimmy. “He came to visit Cleo.”
Cleo lifted her chin.
Yes. Obviously.
Max dragged a hand through his hair. “I should come get him.”
“I can pass him over.”
“No, no. He will act like you are murdering him. Better if I come around.”
The woman stood. “I’m in 42B.”
“I know,” Max said, then immediately looked annoyed with himself. “I mean—not in a weird way. It is just next door.”
The woman’s smile widened.
Jimmy thought Max was doing badly.
This was surprising. Max was usually good at things. Driving. Cats. Looking angry at people. Opening food pouches.
Élise looked amused. “Not in a weird way. It is just next door.”
Max stared at her for half a second.
Then he laughed.
Jimmy had heard Max laugh many times. Loudly, with his friends. Softly, at his phone. Breathlessly, when Sassy fell off the sofa and pretended she had meant to do it.
This laugh was different.
It came out surprised.
Jimmy was very proud of himself.
He stayed beside Cleo while Max disappeared from the balcony and reappeared a few minutes later at Élise’s front door.
Jimmy heard the bell.
Then footsteps.
Then Élise opening the door.
Then Max saying, “Hi.”
Then Élise saying, “Hi.”
Then nothing for a moment.
Humans were so inefficient.
Jimmy leaned toward Cleo and sniffed her cheek.
Cleo allowed it.
Best day of his life.
Max appeared on the balcony through Élise’s apartment, looking around like he was trying very hard not to look around too much.
“Nice place,” he said.
“Thank you,” Élise replied. “Cleo has allowed me to decorate it.”
Max glanced at Cleo. “Generous of her.”
“She’s very strict.”
“I have one like that. Her name is Sassy.”
“Is she the one who judges everyone from the window?”
Max nodded gravely. “That is her main job.”
Jimmy was offended. Sassy had other jobs too. Hitting him. Sitting in boxes. Refusing food until Max became concerned, then eating it when he turned around.
Élise crouched beside Jimmy again. “And this one is?”
“Jimmy.”
Jimmy lifted his head.
The way she said his name was nice.
“Jimmy,” Élise repeated, stroking one finger gently between his ears. “You are very handsome.”
Jimmy closed his eyes.
Yes.
Finally.
Recognition.
Max muttered, “Don’t encourage him.”
“I think he has excellent taste.”
Cleo, as though she understood that she was being admired, tucked her paws under her chest and became a cloud.
Max looked at Élise.
Élise looked at Max.
Jimmy opened one eye.
Ah.
There.
The thing.
Humans had it too, apparently.
The slow blink.
Only with more awkwardness.
Max cleared his throat. “Sorry again.”
“It’s fine. Cleo enjoyed the company.”
Jimmy perked up.
She did?
Max picked Jimmy up.
Jimmy considered protesting.
Then he remembered he was in Max’s arms, which was one of the safest places in the world, and chose magnanimity.
Élise walked them to the door.
Cleo remained on the balcony like a queen receiving departing guests.
“Maybe next time he can come through the front door,” Élise said.
Max stopped.
Jimmy felt him stop.
“Next time?” Max asked.
Élise’s mouth curved. “For Cleo, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
Jimmy looked between them.
Max was not looking at Cleo.
Élise was not looking at Jimmy.
Interesting.
“I can give you my number,” Élise said. “In case he escapes again.”
Max’s hand shifted under Jimmy’s paws.
“Yes,” Max said. “That would be good.”
Jimmy purred.
He was a genius.
When Max carried him back into their apartment, Sassy was waiting in the hallway.
Her tail flicked.
Max shut the door behind him, still looking faintly pleased with himself.
Jimmy wriggled until Max set him down.
Sassy walked up to him.
Jimmy lifted his chin.
He had touched noses with a goddess.
He had crossed a balcony.
He had helped Max acquire a number.
He was untouchable.
Sassy sniffed him.
Then she smacked him so hard he sat down.
“Sassy,” Max said, distracted, still looking at his phone.
Jimmy shook his head and glared at her.
Sassy turned and walked away, tail high.
She was jealous.
Obviously.
Over the next week, Jimmy escaped three more times.
The second time was through the window above the balcony doors, which Max had not realized opened far enough for a cat until Jimmy proved that it did.
The third time was when a delivery man arrived and Jimmy slipped between Max’s feet with the grace and determination of a professional criminal.
The fourth time was, admittedly, Sassy’s fault.
Jimmy stood by this.
Sassy had pushed a throw blanket off the sofa, distracting Max for exactly four seconds.
Jimmy used those four seconds to slide through the balcony door and make his way to Cleo.
Sassy later denied involvement by pretending to be asleep.
Max did not believe her.
“I am being outsmarted by cats,” Max said that evening, standing on Élise’s doorstep with Jimmy tucked under one arm like a furry handbag.
Élise leaned against the doorframe. She was wearing soft trousers and a jumper with the sleeves pulled over her hands.
Jimmy liked her. She always smelled kind. She always scratched his chin properly. She did not speak to him in a silly voice unless she thought no one was listening.
Cleo liked him too.
Probably.
She allowed him to sit near her. Sometimes she touched his tail with her paw. Once she had groomed his ear for six full seconds before deciding he was beneath her again.
Jimmy was prepared to be patient.
Great love required sacrifice.
“You look very defeated for someone who drives cars very fast for a living,” Élise said.
Max gave her a flat look. “The car usually listens to me.”
“Does it?”
“No,” Max admitted. “But more than Jimmy.”
Élise laughed.
Jimmy purred in support.
Max looked down. “You are the reason I am here.”
Jimmy blinked innocently.
Élise reached out and stroked his head. “Maybe he just misses Cleo.”
“He saw her two hours ago.”
“Love has no schedule.”
Max opened his mouth, then closed it.
Élise’s smile became smug.
Max huffed. “You are enjoying this.”
“A little.”
“You could pretend to be annoyed.”
“I could,” Élise said. “But then you might stop coming over.”
Max went still.
Jimmy felt it.
A tiny shift.
A change in breathing.
A moment where Max, who was usually so fast at everything, needed a second.
Élise looked suddenly less smug.
Jimmy looked between them again.
Humans.
Hopeless.
Max said, “I could come over without him escaping.”
Élise’s cheeks changed colour.
Jimmy’s ears flicked.
Oh.
Interesting.
“Yes,” Élise said. “You could.”
Max nodded once, like he had just received important strategy instructions.
“I could bring wine,” he said.
“I like wine.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Jimmy waited.
Max waited.
Élise waited.
Cleo appeared behind Élise’s legs and gave a small, delicate meow.
Jimmy immediately forgot the humans existed.
He wriggled.
Max tightened his grip.
“No,” Max said.
Jimmy wriggled harder.
“Absolutely not.”
Cleo meowed again.
Jimmy made a desperate little sound.
Élise put a hand over her mouth.
Max looked personally betrayed. “Do not laugh. He knows when people laugh.”
“I’m not laughing.”
“You are.”
“I’m smiling supportively.”
“You are enabling him.”
“I am supporting love.”
Max looked at Jimmy.
Jimmy looked at Cleo.
Cleo blinked.
Max sighed. “Five minutes.”
Jimmy loved Max.
Max put him down.
Jimmy trotted to Cleo with great dignity.
Behind him, Max and Élise remained near the door.
“So,” Élise said. “Wine?”
“Tomorrow?” Max asked.
“I’m free tomorrow.”
“I’m free after training.”
“Is that afternoon or evening?”
“Depends if my trainer wants to kill me.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“No. He usually fails.”
Élise laughed again.
Jimmy settled beside Cleo.
This was excellent.
The following afternoon, Max spent too long choosing a shirt.
Jimmy knew this because Max changed three times.
Max did not usually change three times. Max usually wore the first thing that did not smell unacceptable. Sometimes even that standard was flexible.
Sassy sat on the bed and watched him with cool disdain.
Jimmy sat beside her.
They were united, briefly, in judgment.
Max held up a dark shirt.
Sassy blinked.
Max held up a lighter one.
Jimmy yawned.
Max looked at them. “You are no help.”
Sassy began washing her shoulder.
Max wore the dark shirt.
He smelled nervous, though he would have denied this under oath.
He picked up the wine bottle from the counter, then put it down, then picked it up again.
Jimmy followed him to the door.
“No,” Max said immediately.
Jimmy sat.
Max pointed at him. “You are not coming.”
Jimmy looked wounded.
“You are the reason this is happening,” Max said. “You do not also get to attend.”
Jimmy meowed.
Max crouched. “No.”
Jimmy meowed again, softer.
Max’s face changed.
Jimmy knew this face.
Victory was close.
Then Sassy walked over and smacked Jimmy on the back of the head.
Max stood. “Thank you, Sassy.”
Sassy accepted this praise with the regal indifference of someone who had done it for herself.
Max left.
Without Jimmy.
This was unforgivable.
Jimmy sat by the door for three minutes.
Then he went to the balcony.
Sassy followed him.
The lights were on next door. Through the glass, Jimmy could see Max standing in Élise’s kitchen while Élise poured wine. Cleo was on the bar stool, which Jimmy admired because Max never let him sit on the bar stools unless Max did not see him do it.
Max looked more relaxed now.
Élise was smiling.
Cleo flicked her tail.
Jimmy pressed one paw to the glass.
Sassy sat beside him.
For once, she did not hit him.
They watched.
Max laughed at something Élise said. Élise touched his arm. Max looked down at her hand, then back at her face.
Jimmy did not understand everything humans said.
He understood tone.
He understood warmth.
He understood Max looking like the apartment had become a little less empty while he stood in someone else’s kitchen.
Sassy’s tail brushed his.
Jimmy leaned into her side.
She allowed it for seven seconds.
Then she bit his ear.
Normal.
Max came home very late.
Jimmy was waiting in the hallway.
Sassy pretended she was not.
Max opened the door quietly, stepped inside, and looked down at them.
“You two are creepy,” he said.
Jimmy smelled Élise on him.
Wine. Vanilla. Flowers.
Also Cleo.
Jimmy immediately forgave him.
Max locked the door, kicked off his shoes, and bent to scratch Jimmy under the chin.
“She asked if you can come over tomorrow,” Max said.
Jimmy perked up.
“For Cleo,” Max added.
Jimmy purred.
Max smiled faintly.
Then he looked at Sassy. “She asked about you too.”
Sassy stared at him.
Max grinned. “Yes, I told her you are horrible.”
Sassy turned and walked away.
Jimmy thought this was fair.
The visits became regular after that.
Sometimes Jimmy went to see Cleo.
Sometimes Cleo came over to see Jimmy, carried in Élise’s arms like royalty visiting a lesser court.
The first time Cleo entered Max’s apartment, Sassy acted as though an enemy nation had invaded.
She sat on top of the bookshelf and glared down at the white Persian with magnificent hatred.
Cleo did not care.
Cleo walked directly to Jimmy’s favourite blanket, sniffed it, and sat on it.
Jimmy nearly fainted.
Sassy hissed.
Cleo blinked slowly.
Sassy seemed offended by the elegance of the response.
Max, standing beside Élise, whispered, “This is going better than expected.”
Élise whispered back, “Sassy looks like she is planning a coup.”
“She always looks like that.”
“Has she ever attempted one?”
“Several.”
Élise laughed softly and leaned into Max’s side.
Max went still for one tiny second before his arm moved around her waist like he had been doing it for years.
Jimmy saw.
Sassy saw.
Cleo probably knew already.
Cleo knew many things.
Later, when Élise and Max sat on the sofa with wine glasses on the coffee table, Jimmy lay on the rug beside Cleo. Sassy remained on the bookshelf, refusing to participate in diplomatic relations.
Élise’s voice was soft.
“I’m glad he escaped,” she said.
Max hummed. “Jimmy?”
“Yes.”
“He is very pleased with himself.”
“He should be.”
Max looked at Jimmy.
Jimmy closed his eyes and pretended not to listen.
“He is still a menace,” Max said.
Élise said, “Maybe. But a useful one.”
Max was quiet for a moment.
Then he said, “Yes.”
Jimmy’s chest warmed.
He did not know what useful meant, exactly.
But Max’s voice was soft.
That was enough.
Cleo shifted closer until her side touched his.
Jimmy stopped breathing.
Sassy, from the bookshelf, made a noise of disgust.
Jimmy ignored her.
His sister could be mean.
Max could be stubborn.
Humans could be very slow.
Glass doors could be cruel.
But Jimmy had known love when he saw it.
White fur glowing in afternoon sun.
A gold bell.
A slow blink from a balcony.
And now, Max laughing softly beside Élise while Cleo slept next to Jimmy on the rug.
Jimmy had crossed kingdoms for this.
He had escaped four times.
He had been smacked by Sassy, carried by Max, praised by Élise, and blessed by Cleo’s presence.
Worth it.
Completely worth it.
Then Cleo opened one rainwater eye and gently placed her paw on top of Jimmy’s.
Jimmy purred so loudly Max looked over.
Élise smiled.
Sassy jumped down from the bookshelf, marched across the room, and smacked him.
Summary: Max loves his girlfriend, and he'll always be found next to his girlfriend and even uses her to get out of socialising at events when she walks him like a dog.
Word count: 1.1k
Max is always glued to y/n's side. He wants her to be with her all the time so y/n has to find ways to try and encourage him to be social just so she's not the only person on the planet that he interacts with outside of work.
"You should go." Y/n smiles while sitting with Max on his jet and on this occasion with Lando and Carlos catching a ride.
"You should come." Max follows up with his own smile. "We can be a team."
"That's us winning." Carlos comments since Max has dragged y/n to play padel before and she's possibly the best rival to have because she sucks.
Despite y/n dating multi-championship winning athlete, Max is not dating y/n for her athletic abilities. Or even her coordination, which reaches an all time low when she tries physical activity.
"Baby-"
"Please?"
Max is not ashamed of looking like he melts for his girlfriend in front of anyone so him begging her to come with him for something as small as a padel game isn't unusual.
Lando and Carlos don't even make comment about it.
"Fine." Y/n sighs earning a cheer from the two men who really just needed someone willing to go up against them. Y/n smiles looking at Max with a fond gaze. "You are ridiculous."
"On the bright side if we ever need to know where Max is, we just need to find him and he's right there next to you." Lando comments earning a grin.
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Hosting a new years party was meant to be an opportunity to socialise and enjoy the night. Y/n had really tried to push the rule of only seeing each other at midnight for a kiss.
Max on the other hand thought y/n was genuinely joking when she said that. So he treated it as such. Instead following her around like a shadow while she tried to play the best host ever.
He did help her in that regard but only by being sent off to greet people and trying to get him to take drinks over. As if he was being purposely obtuse, but she knows he wasn't, he would do each assigned job promptly and he'd do it with her hand locked into his own.
Some people might honestly mistake Max's clinginess for anxiety or jealousy. But it's not that deep, it's just Max is always by y/n's side and he likes it that way.
"Max, baby. Do you not wanna see the boys?" Y/n asks softly when they move to get there own drinks.
"Yeah, we can go see them."
Y/n knows she should be grateful, she knows that there's plenty of men who would just kill for a man who loves on them the way Max loves on her. But she more so worries that other people think she's asking him to act like this or has acted in way towards him that makes him want to act like this.
Eventually midnight comes and her life is made easier than the other women that she can see rushing around to find their boyfriends who had somehow disappeared in the last 20 minute count down.
"I guess I should be grateful that you are always here so when I need you I don't have to go hunting for you...I can't wait to love you for another year." Y/n smiles as the people around them begin shouting for the final 10 seconds.
"I'm going to love you for so many years." Max grins and before y/n can make a comment about how he just had to one up her, midnight strikes and y/n is caught in the most amazing kiss that pulls the air from her lungs.
-
Y/n knew to an extent that people must've noticed that Max is walked like a dog by her.
But what really was a gift was fans making a compilation of her walking around in several locations, including the paddock and not being able to get a step away from Max unless he's practically dragged away from her by Rupert and even then they captured how he hugs her tightly and insists on three kisses before he will actually move.
It's actually become y/n's new favourite thing about Max's fans and equally it's become the bane of Max's existence.
Not that he's dare vocalise his complaint, mainly because seeing y/n so amused by it makes him happy even if she can tell he is getting sick of the Walk Em Like A Dog song.
"This will be a clip for later." Y/n grins as she feels Max latch onto her after walking into the paddock with her a few steps ahead of him after his pass wouldn't let him through on the first go.
"That's not going to change me." Max smiles before he squeezes her hand tightly then lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of it as he finally falls in rhythm with her walking though he is slightly behind her.
"Good. I like that I never have to come searching for you. You're always next to me-I'm going to tell your fans to make an edit to that song with all these clips they have of us." Y/n gasps in excitement making him groan playfully as they walk into the Red Bull hospitality. "I'm going to grab some food."
"I'm hungry." Max shrugs moving with her despite him having eaten way more than he should've for breakfast from the hotel while y/n hadn't felt like eating earlier. Especially since the food at the track is always so good in her opinion. The teams feed their employees well and there's a perk about being Max's girlfriend since he so often gets to put in special requests and she uses that for herself. Obviously making him request it on her behalf.
"Alright, baby." Y/n smiles lightly as they move to get some breakfast, and on this occasion the option of a beautiful topped acai bowl doesn't require her to make any special requests.
They get settled down together and y/n smiles feeling Max sitting close enough to her that he's touching her and she almost has to move away from knocking into him so much. But that would only be followed by him shifting to close the gap again so she accepts it and adjusts her eating position accordingly.
SUMMARY: You and Max are both professional athletes with insane stamina, something you never really thought about… until your friend casually asked how many rounds you two could actually go before tapping out. One conversation with your friend, one deal with Max later…
PAIRING: max verstappen x reader
WARNINGS : 18+ ONLY!! MINORS DNI , Explicit smut, overstimulation, edging, switching (dom!reader & dom!max), oral sex (m & f receiving), deepthroating, gagging, praise kink , begging, competitive sex, unprotected sex , established relationship.
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The conversation with your friend refused to leave your head.
“You two have never actually tested it? How many rounds those insane athlete bodies can really handle before one of you taps out?” she’d asked, eyes wide with curiosity. “You’re both elite. You’ve never just kept going until one of you physically can’t anymore?”
You’d been shocked. “What do you mean?"
That question followed you home. The next evening, Max came up behind you in the bedroom, pressing his chest to your back and kissing your neck slowly , his silent “I need you” signal. You were needy too, and the curiosity burned hotter than usual.
You turned into his arms. "Max... about that thing my friend asked. I want to test it but let's turn it into a challenge"
His competitive grin appeared instantly. “Yeah?”
“Whoever taps out first has to be the other’s personal servant for the next two months. Whatever they want, whenever they want. No excuses.”
“Deal,” he said, eyes gleaming. “But I’m not losing, schatje.”
You both loved sabotaging each other. You had secrets to make him lose his mind. He knew your weak spots too. Game on.
You started slow, saving energy. He peeled your shirt off, you did the same to his. Clothes dropped piece by piece until you were naked. He rolled a condom on carefully, then pulled you into soft, deep kisses, hands gentle on your waist as he laid you down.
It was sweet, slow rolls of his hips, lazy making out. Until Max pulled an ace from his sleeve.
While still moving inside you with that unhurried rhythm, his thumb found your clit and started rubbing tight, perfect circles. He knew how easily you got overstimulated there. The gentle session turned electric in seconds. Your breathing grew heavy, hips jerking.
“Max— fuck...” you gasped.
He didn’t stop. He kept the slow thrusts going and rubbed your clit relentlessly until the orgasm hit you like a wave. You cried out, clenching hard around him, thighs shaking. He didn’t let your poor clit rest, drawing out every aftershock until you were panting and dizzy.
It took you a moment to recover. Then you remembered: you had to fight back if you wanted to win.
You pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion. You were in control now.
“No hands,” you ordered, grabbing his wrists and pinning them beside his head.
You rode him exactly how you knew he liked: deep rolls of your hips, then faster bounces, then slowing down cruelly when he got close. Max’s eyes started rolling back, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
“Please… please let me come,” he murmured, voice strained.
You slowed even more, teasing. “What did you say? Say it louder if you want it.”
Max was too desperate to fight his pride. “Please, Y/N… just let me come, pleasee”
“Good boy,” you whispered, riding him hard and fast until he came with a deep groan, filling the condom.
It was obvious this was only the beginning. Normally you would have stopped here, but your friend was right: pushing limits was addictive. And neither of you liked losing.
Max reached for another condom. You stopped him.
He raised an eyebrow until you slid off the bed and knelt between his legs. His cock twitched at the sight. You rarely did this ,maybe twice in five years, and he knew you weren’t a big fan. That made it even more effective.
“Don’t put it on yet.”
Max needed a bit longer to get fully hard again. You used the time to tease him with your mouth.
He hardened instantly when you kissed the tip. You teased with soft kitten licks and kisses, drawing it out. Soon his hand rested on the back of your head. You let him guide you, relaxing as he pushed deeper.
You gagged and pulled back for air. “Sorry… I’m really inexperienced with this.”
He just stroked your hair gently, breathing hard. You went back in more determined. Your eyes watered, tears slipping down your cheeks as he grew frantic. The ache between your legs became unbearable, so you slipped a hand down and rubbed your clit while sucking him.
Max groaned at the sight. You looked up at him through wet lashes and cupped his balls and that broke him. His eyes rolled back and he spilled into your mouth with a broken moan.
“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to,” he rasped.
But you did. You pulled off, opened your mouth to show him, then swallowed.
“Fuck… such a good girl,” he murmured, voice wrecked. His cock twitched hard at the sight.
He noticed your hand still between your legs and grinned. “Is my pretty girl horny? Want me to help?”
“Yes please,” you whispered.
He pulled you back onto the bed, spread your legs wide, and settled between them. He spread your soaked folds, admiring how your pussy clenched around nothing. He toyed with you, circling your clit, sliding fingers along your labia, dipping one finger in only to pull it out.
“Please Max, do something,” you begged, hips humping his hand.
“Naughty girl. Be patient,” he said, then gave your pussy a light slap.
Your whole body jolted and a strangled moan escaped. Max looked surprised but pleased, he’d never done that before. He did it again, a little harder. Your hips jerked and another moan tore from you.
“I see… we’re learning new things about each other,” he said, voice low. He gave one more light slap, then dove between your legs with his mouth, making you see stars.
“How about a 69 if we’re experimenting?” Max suggested with a wicked grin, still catching his breath.
The night became a blur of exploration. You tried positions you’d never bothered with before. Max took you from behind while you gripped the headboard. You rode him reverse cowgirl, grinding back against him. He fucked you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. You switched dominance constantly : sometimes you pinned him and edged him until he begged, sometimes he held you down and made you come over and over until your voice went hoarse.
You both lay there for a minute, catching your breath, sweaty and laughing softly.
“Still good?” he asked, competitive glint still in his eyes.
“Better than you,” you shot back.
“Oh my god, Max, you and your stupid 69 jokes,” you laughed.
“Please?” He gave you the softest, subby eyes and sweet talk until you gave in.
It wasn’t a joke. He was obsessed, eating you out like a man starved while you took him back into your mouth. The mutual pleasure was overwhelming. You both came hard again.
Round… you’d lost count.
You were both exhausted, bodies covered in sweat, legs trembling. But neither would quit. You wanted to break him.
“Don’t take a condom this time,” you said, voice hoarse. “I want you raw.”
Max’s eyes darkened with surprise and lust. You were both clean and you were on birth control. He was more than happy to agree, but you could see he was fighting exhaustion too.
He slid into you bare and you both moaned at the feeling. He found your g-spot almost immediately and hammered into it relentlessly, trying to make you tap out. The raw friction felt incredible, too good. You were sore, overstimulated, and felt like it had been hours, but the pleasure kept building.
You came once more, but this time the overstimulation was bordering on too much. Your muscles were tired. Max chased his own release, thrusting deep until he spilled inside you with a guttural groan. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your pussy for a moment before collapsing beside you.
You both stared at the ceiling, chests heaving.
You turned to look at each other, shocked, then started laughing weakly.
“I’m quitting,” you said at the exact same time as him.
“So… we both lose?” you asked.
“Technically yes,” Max grinned tiredly. “This time. Rematch in two days?”
You groaned but smiled. “Deal.”
He pulled you into his arms and kissed your temple. You stayed there for a while, enjoying the warmth.
“Okay, I need to go clean up,” you said eventually, trying to stand.
Max reached for you. “Sit back down, I’ll clean you up—”
Too late. Your legs gave out the second you stood. You started falling. Max tried to catch you but when he stood up, his own legs buckled too. Both of you ended up on the floor in a tangled, exhausted heap.
You burst out laughing. “I was just… searching for something on the ground.”
“Sure thing,” Max chuckled, pulling you on top of his chest right there on the floor.
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as george and max’s partner, you consider yourself the number one russtappen shipper. too bad your boyfriends’ employers want to keep your shipping to yourself.
note: this one was fun to write :) partly written because one of the russtappen fics i've been following is finally complete hehe. do you you guys like the poly stuff? if so, please send in requests, i like writing them <3
warnings: swearing, implied/referenced sex
fc: laufey
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ynpriv: mercedes amg petronas formula 1 team is trying to silence me and censor my self expression but i will not be stopped.
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ln4priv: Mate what the hell are you reading??
⤷ynpriv: that’s none of your concern, perv!
⤷ln4priv: I’M THE PERV???
Hii I love all of your fics so much! I was wondering if you could write a fic a bit of an angsty one - something along the the lines of max perhaps being sort of neglectful towards his wife and family in general (too much time with everything else racing wise). Wife has someone pay more attention towards her and kid (no cheating tho) and max kinda wakes up and realises what he could potentially lose
Take For Granted
Max Verstappen x Wife!reader
Synopsis: Max gets lost in racing until you’re left doing everything alone. When he finally sees how distant he’s become, he chooses to show up, rebuild, and make your family feel whole again.
You’re sitting on the living‑room floor with your daughter, her tiny hands patting at the wooden blocks you’ve stacked for her. She knocks them over again, giggling, and you smile because she deserves to see you smile. Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re lonely in a way that feels embarrassing to admit.
Max should be home by now.
He said he’d be home by seven. It’s half past nine.
You don’t check your phone. You don’t need to. You already know the message waiting for you will be something like sorry, got caught up at the factory or meeting ran late or I’ll be home soon - except soon never means soon anymore.
Your daughter crawls into your lap, warm and soft and smelling faintly of the baby lotion you put on her after her bath. You kiss the top of her head and hold her close, letting her weight anchor you.
You don’t cry. You’re past crying.
You just sit there, in the quiet, and wait.
—
— Max
Max doesn’t realise he’s sprinting until he’s already halfway down the corridor of the factory, keys in hand, bag slung over his shoulder. He’s late. Again. And he hates it. He hates the way his stomach twists when he thinks about you sitting at home, waiting for him. He hates the way he’s become the man he swore he’d never be - the man who lets racing swallow everything else.
He loves racing. He loves you more.
But lately, he hasn’t been acting like it.
He gets into the car, starts the engine, and exhales sharply. He should’ve left hours ago. He should’ve been home for dinner. He should’ve been the one giving your daughter her bath, reading her a story, tucking her in.
He should’ve been there.
He drives faster than he should, guilt clawing at him with every passing streetlight.
—
— you
You’re in the kitchen now, rinsing bottles, wiping counters, doing the small repetitive tasks that keep your hands busy and your mind from spiralling. Your daughter is asleep upstairs. The house is still quiet.
You hear a knock on the doorframe.
“Hey.”
You turn.
It’s Daniel.
He’s leaning against the doorway, jacket half‑zipped, hair messy from the wind. He gives you a soft smile - the kind people give when they’re worried but trying not to show it.
“Thought I’d drop off the stuff you asked for,” he says, lifting a small bag of groceries. “Didn’t want you running out of milk again.”
You smile back, grateful. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”
“I know,” he says gently. “But I wanted to.”
Daniel has been around more lately. Not in a weird way. Not in a threatening way. Just… present. He checks in. He helps carry things. He plays with your daughter when he visits. He listens when you talk.
He notices you.
Not romantically. Not in a way that crosses any lines. Just in a way that feels like someone finally sees you again.
He sets the groceries down and leans on the counter. “You okay?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
He gives you a look - the kind that says he doesn’t believe you but won’t push.
“Max still at the factory?”
“Probably.”
Daniel hesitates. “You know… you’re doing an amazing job. With her. With everything.”
Your throat tightens. “Thanks.”
He squeezes your shoulder - warm, reassuring - and then steps back. “I’ll get out of your hair. Call me if you need anything.”
You nod again, and he leaves.
The house is quiet.
You stand there for a moment, staring at the groceries, wondering when you started needing someone else to fill the gaps Max left behind.
—
— Max
He sees Daniel’s car pulling away as he turns onto the street.
His stomach drops.
He parks quickly, gets out, and walks toward the house, heart pounding. He knows Daniel. He likes Daniel. He trusts Daniel. But seeing him here - at your home, at night, when Max should’ve been the one inside - makes something sharp twist in his chest.
He opens the door quietly.
You’re in the kitchen, back turned, wiping the counter again even though it’s already clean.
“Hey,” he says softly.
You freeze for a second before turning around. “Hi.”
He steps closer. “I saw Daniel leaving.”
“Yeah. He dropped off some groceries.”
Max nods, but the tension in his shoulders doesn’t ease. “Right.”
You don’t elaborate. He doesn’t ask. The silence stretches.
He hates it.
He hates how unfamiliar it feels - this distance between you, this carefulness, this quiet.
He steps closer again. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
You nod. “Okay.”
“I should’ve been home earlier.”
“Yeah.”
He swallows. “I’m trying.”
You look at him then - really look - and he feels the weight of everything he’s missed. The exhaustion in your eyes. The loneliness. The resignation.
He reaches for your hand.
You let him take it, but your fingers don’t curl around his.
It breaks him a little.
—
The next few days are the same.
Max leaves early. Comes home late. You handle everything - the meals, the naps, the tantrums, the laundry, the endless cycle of domestic tasks that never seem to end. You don’t complain. You don’t ask for help. You don’t ask Max to stay home or slow down or choose you.
You just… stop expecting him to.
Daniel stops by twice. Once to drop off a toy he found that he thought your daughter would like. Once to bring you coffee because he was “in the neighbourhood.”
Max notices.
He notices everything.
He notices how your daughter lights up when Daniel walks in. He notices how you laugh more when Daniel’s around. He notices how Daniel kneels on the floor to play with her, how he listens to you talk about your day, how he fills the space Max keeps leaving empty.
He notices how he’s losing you.
Not to Daniel. But to the quiet.
To the loneliness.
To the absence he’s created.
—
It happens on a Thursday.
Max comes home late again - nearly ten - and finds you sitting on the couch, staring at the baby monitor. Your daughter is asleep, but you’re still watching the screen like you’re afraid she’ll disappear if you look away.
He sits beside you.
You don’t move.
“Talk to me,” he says quietly.
You swallow. “About what?”
“About us.”
You keep your eyes on the monitor. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“There is,” he insists. “There’s a lot.”
You exhale slowly. “Max… I don’t want to fight.”
“I’m not trying to fight.”
“Then what are you trying to do?”
He hesitates. “Fix it.”
You finally turn to him, eyes tired. “You can’t fix something you’re never here to see.”
The words hit him like a punch.
He opens his mouth, closes it, tries again. “I know I’ve been gone a lot. I know I’ve been… distracted.”
“Neglectful,” you say softly.
He flinches.
You don’t say it cruelly. You say it like a fact.
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” he whispers.
“I know.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
“I love her.”
“I know.”
“But you don’t feel it,” he says, voice cracking.
You look down at your hands. “I feel alone.”
He feels something inside him fracture.
You continue, voice quiet. “I feel like I’m raising her by myself. I feel like I’m living by myself. I feel like I’m married to someone who’s never home. And when he is home, he’s exhausted or distracted or thinking about the next race or the next meeting or the next thing he has to do.”
He swallows hard. “I didn’t realise it was this bad.”
“That’s the problem,” you whisper. “You didn’t notice.”
He closes his eyes.
You don’t cry. You don’t yell. You don’t accuse. You just sit there, calm and quiet, telling him the truth he’s been too busy to see.
He reaches for your hand again.
This time, you pull away.
And that’s when he breaks.
—
The next morning, Max doesn’t go to the factory.
He doesn’t go to the simulator.
He doesn’t go to meetings.
He stays home.
He wakes up early, makes breakfast, feeds your daughter, changes her, plays with her, lets her crawl all over him while he lies on the floor laughing.
You watch from the doorway, arms crossed, unsure whether to trust this sudden shift.
He sees you.
He gets up, walks over, and cups your face gently.
“I’m here,” he says softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You nod, but you don’t melt. Not yet.
He doesn’t expect you to.
He spends the entire day with you both - taking your daughter to the park, pushing her on the swing, carrying her on his shoulders, letting her tug at his hair. He holds your hand when you walk. He kisses your temple. He listens when you talk.
He’s present.
Really present.
And for the first time in weeks, the quiet feels warm again.
—
It’s not perfect overnight.
There are moments when you still feel unsure. Moments when Max still feels guilty. Moments when the distance between you feels like something you’re both learning to cross again.
But he tries.
He tries so hard.
He starts coming home earlier. He starts saying no to unnecessary meetings. He starts carving out time - real time - for you and your daughter. He starts noticing things again — the way you hum when you cook, the way your daughter scrunches her nose when she laughs, the way the house feels different when he’s actually part of it.
He starts being the man you married.
One night, after dinner, you’re sitting on the couch with your daughter asleep upstairs. Max sits beside you, close enough that your knees touch.
He takes a breath. “I was scared.”
You look at him. “Of what?”
“Of losing you,” he says quietly. “Not because of someone else. But because of me.”
Your chest tightens.
He continues, voice soft. “I got so caught up in racing that I forgot racing isn’t my whole life. You are. She is. And I don’t ever want to make you feel alone again.”
You swallow. “I don’t want to feel alone again.”
He reaches for your hand.
This time, you let him take it.
Your fingers curl around his.
He exhales shakily, relief washing over him.
“I love you,” he whispers.
You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”
He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he loosens his grip.
You don’t slip away.
You stay.
—
Weeks later, the house feels different.
Lighter.
Warmer.
Alive.
Max is in the living room, lying on the floor with your daughter sprawled across his chest, babbling happily as she pats his cheeks. He laughs - a soft, warm sound - and kisses her forehead.
You watch from the doorway, heart full.
He sees you and smiles, reaching out a hand.
“Come here.”
You walk over and lie beside him, your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest. Your daughter reaches for your face, giggling, and you kiss her tiny fingers.
Max looks at you - really looks - and his eyes soften.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs.
You smile. “Good.”
He kisses you - slow, gentle, full of everything he hasn’t said and everything he’s learning to say now. Your daughter squeals between you, and you both laugh, pressing your foreheads together.
The quiet in the house is no longer heavy.
It’s peaceful.
It’s home.
And Max holds you both like he finally understands what he almost lost - and what he’ll never take for granted again.
summary: all the times reader has been a passenger princess throughout the year
pairing: max verstappen x reader
fc & warnings: olivia dean & ever so slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume
requested: yes!! thank you for your patience darling
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user1: oh to be the max verstappens passenger princess
maxverstappen1: wouldnt want it any other way ❤️
ynuser: i know HAHA you've told me many times
maxverstappen1: i cant have my darling girl driving herself! that is unacceptable
ynuser: if you say so baby
yourbff: you are so spoiled 🙄
ynuser: i fear i may forget how to drive
yourbff: can you hook me up w a f1 driver too so i can have my own personal chauffeur?
ynuser: omg i thought you'd never ask 😭
user2: those flowers,,, that outfit girllll
danielriccardo: got him whipppedddddd
ynuser: heheheeheh
user3: jealous beyond belief
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user3: something about this is sooooo hot 🥵
lando: you guys are gross (i say that wit love)
maxverstappen1: hahaahah youre just jealous
lando: ........maybe
user5: why can't i have this 😭
ynuser: i do belong with you,, you're right
maxverstappen1: thats my girl 😘
user12: the hand placement got me about to start barking
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f1gossip: max and y/n spotted out in monaco! looks like they're doing some shopping (and of course, y/n, was in the passenger seat)
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user1: she out mogging tf outta him its ridiculous
user2: she is the peoples princess and you cant convince me otherwise
user3: oooo those bags look expensive
user4: i love that he is 1) not letting her drive and 2) not letting her carry a single bag,, not even her purse
user5: looking at my partner and sighing
user6: shes literally a goddess
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ynuser: i loved everything about this shoot. thank you dior (and thanks for letting me drive the car) 🤍
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user1: this is my favorite bit
maxverstappen1: wait you told me they didn't make you drive
ynuser: heheh 🤭
maxverstappen1: answer the phone gorgeous
user2: protective max has entered the chat
user4: pretttyyyyy princess
dior: we were so glad to have you, y/n 🤍
ynuser: it was an honor!
yourbff: this dress is everything 🤤
ynuser: may have been the best piece of clothing ive ever put on
user5: idk why you give max the time of day bb girl. gimme a chance instead 😭
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user1: i'd expect nothing less
ynuser: i hit a curb one time and you simply will never let it go will you 😵
maxverstappen1: never baby but also i just like keeping this joke going 😏
ynuser: haahah yeah me too. i like being your princess
maxverstappen1: good girl
f1gossip: collecting all of these passenger princess images like its my job 🤭
danielriccardo: free my girl 😮💨
maxverstappen1: shes exactly where she wants to be 😏
user8: maybe chivalry isnt dead 😮
user4: that chain got me feeling some type of way 🤤
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user1: yesssssssss ur in vegas!!!!
yourbff: yeah yup! he is a glorified uber driver
ynuser: at least hes a 5 star driver ⭐️
maxverstappen1: my god you're beautiful
ynuser: thank you honey baby 🤍
user2: need one the media folks to ask you outfit details when you get to the paddock ugh
iamrebeccad: cant wait to see you today gf 😘
ynuser: S A M E!!! i miss you pretty girl 🥹
user12: you are that girl
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maxverstappen1: happy anniversary to the most beautiful girl in the world ❤️
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user1: the irony of him gifting her a car
yourbff: you gonna let her drive this?
maxverstappen1: maybe! i need to make sure my girl is safe
yourbff: gross 🤮
ynuser: happy anniversary my sweet boy 😘
maxverstappen1: heres to forever 🥰
user8: this called me poor in like 8 different languages
lando: its our anniversary too! where is MY car???
maxverstappen1: have you checked your garage today?
lando: OMG RuNNING 🏃🏻
user10: happy 5 year anniversary mom and dad!!!
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ynuser: easiest yes of all time 🤍
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user1: THE CAR HHAHA
yourbff: yay!! finally!!!
ynuser: cant wait for you to be part of our wedding 🥹
maxverstappen1: can't wait to be your forever uber driver 🤍
ynuser: heres to forever 🤍
user3: congrats 😭
redbullracing: welcome to the family, y/n! maybe it's time to let you drive one of our cars 🤩
ynuser: OMG YES IT IS TIME!
maxverstappen1: yeah how about no
redbullracing: sorry y/n/n but max did send the social team a rather strongly worded message so we are going to have to rescind our offer. congrats tho ❤️
user5: gonna go lay in the road (congrats)
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