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Teammates and Tensions

Chapter One

Summary: From the age of 9, you and Max Verstappen have been locked in fierce competition on the racing track. Growing up, you intimately learned each other’s techniques, paving the way for what could have been a formidable partnership. However, despite your shared prowess, there’s one glaring issue - an unyielding distant for each other. As you navigate the world of motorsport, your rivalry intensifies, fuelling both your desire for victory and your deep-seated animosity towards one another.

Warnings: Language, eventual smut, depiction of competitive sports (and some incorrect terminology), emotional conflict, Jos Verstappen, mild injury/violence

Pairing: Max Verstappen x RedBullDriver!reader

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The 2023 season had come to a close, signaling the start of a much-needed break. After a day filled with travel and preparations for the upcoming race, you finally arrived at your hotel in Bahrain, craving some time to unwind and relax. The luxurious suites were familiar to you, but this one felt different—more spacious and inviting, with an opulence that captivated your senses. Modern furnishings adorned the room, bathed in soft ambient lighting that created a welcoming atmosphere.

You slumped into the nearest chair, dropping your suitcase with a sigh of relief. Eager for some relaxation, you headed straight to the bathroom, craving the soothing embrace of a hot shower after hours spent in transit. Stripping away your travel-worn clothes, you stepped into the spacious shower stall, letting the warm water cascade over your skin, washing away the fatigue of the day.

As you luxuriated in the steamy embrace of the shower, your mind began to wander, thoughts drifting to the challenges and rivalries that awaited you on the racetrack. The tension between you and Max weighed heavily on your mind, a constant reminder of the delicate balance between competition and camaraderie that defined your relationship as teammates.

Your shower came to a close, and as you stepped out, lost in thought, you failed to hear the rustling behind the bathroom door. Only clad in a towel, you turned to see Max emerging from behind the door, his expression caught between surprise and embarrassment as your eyes met.

“What the heck are you doing here?” You screeched, hastily tightening your grip on the towel around your body. Taking in his appearance, you couldn’t help but notice his shirt was caught on the muscle of his chest, leaving his pecs on display—a sight that only added to your discomfort.

He pulled down his shirt, pointing toward himself. “Me? What are you doing here? In my room, might I add?” His finger jabbed in your direction, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Well, it’s my room, so could you please leave?” You flicked your hand in his direction, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

He rolled his eyes, brandishing the keycard that opened the door. “Hate to break it to you, but this worked.” With a smug grin, he carelessly placed the key card on the nearby table.

“Try it again,” you challenged, pointing toward the door behind him.

“What?” His gaze flickered up to meet yours, lingering a moment too long on your towel-clad body.

“Try it again, prove that it works!” Your cheeks flushed, realizing his wandering eyes were probably due to the heat of the shower rather than any intentional ogling.

“Fine,” he huffed, muttering something in Dutch under his breath as he made his way out of the door.

You followed suit, locking the door behind him and spinning the lock on your side. Almost instantly, you heard him sigh as he tried the handle, calling out your name in frustration as you walked away, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.

A little while later, Max returned with a new keycard; his belongings were still in a pathetic pile adjacent to the door. You had finished drying off and changed into comfortable clothes when Max’s footsteps approached the door.

As Max swiped the card again, the door clicked open. He halted at your smirking figure, laid across the couch in a Red Bull hoodie and spandex shorts, with his original keycard rolling through your fingers.

“See?” He gestured towards the open door to prove his point. You uttered a small “okay” under your breath as you continued to scroll through Instagram.

He was still looking at you, expecting more. “No need for apologies,” he teased, rolling his eyes as he went to pick up his bags and walked towards the closed door.

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Teammates and Tensions

Prologue

Summary: From the age of 9, you and Max Verstappen have been locked in fierce competition on the racing track. Growing up, you intimately learned each other’s techniques, paving the way for what could have been a formidable partnership. However, despite your shared prowess, there’s one glaring issue - an unyielding disdain for each other. As you navigate the world of motorsport, your rivalry intensifies, fueling both your desire for victory and your deep-seated animosity towards one another.

Warnings: Language, eventual smut, depiction of competitive sports (and some incorrect terminology), emotional conflict, Jos Verstappen, mild injury/violence -throughout the series

Pairing: Max Verstappen x RedBullDriver!reader

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Neither of you knew when this hatred started, only that it had been reciprocated. It felt as if you were born to hate the other, a disturbing feeling if you didn’t act on the hatred. During yours and Max’s childhood, there had always been incidents on the track.

2006

Your hot pink helmet zoomed past the others on the track, making your way from 9th to second in a couple of laps. There had been only one person preventing you from the win. Adrenaline running, you didn’t have time to think—only to win.

The acceleration pedal was parallel with the base of your kart, feeling the wheel vibrate due to the slightly rough ground. You went in for the overtake, now on your final lap. You and the leader were wheel to wheel, the checkered flag in sight. Focusing on the swish of the flag ahead, you found the motivation needed to take first place.

With the race finished and your first-ever win secured, you stood tall on the podium. After the fanfare and excitement from doting parents, you and the boys at your sides descended. Looking to your right, you saw a slightly taller blonde boy. He felt your eyes staring, causing him to turn and look. He still couldn’t believe how a girl so small could beat him in such little time.

“Congratulations!” The girl smiled at him, her braid slightly frizzed from the friction of her suit. She promptly held out a sharp hand, fingernails matching her helmet color, as she introduced herself. “What’s your name?”

The boy opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by a heavy, recognizable hand on his shoulder. “Max.” He looked up to see his father, slightly red in the face from anger, staring down at him with shame. The man must’ve given him a look that was not to be taken lightly, then he looked up at the winner of the race.

His face was a slight sneer at the nine-year-old girl, who in his eyes cheated and should not be allowed to race. The girl timidly brought her hand down, folding it with the other behind her back. As her frightened doe eyes peered up at the man, he spoke in clear words to her. “Shouldn’t you go play with your dolls?” His voice was condescending, a faux tone matched with a smile. However, little did he know, it only motivated her more to succeed. And if that meant beating his son in the sport they both loved, then so be it.

2023

“Alright, you’ve got a great opportunity ahead.” Your race engineer crackles over the radio. “Push hard and make it count. You’re faster in sector three. Keep the pressure and go for it.” With the final lap winding down, you sense your chance approaching. Max’s car wavers slightly through the corner, giving you the opening you’ve been waiting for over the past three gruelling laps.

You dive into the slipstream, closing the gap even further. Approaching the right chicane, you make your move, darting to the inside with lightning reflexes.

You could see Max’s futile attempts to defend, but when on track, you are relentless. Wheel to wheel, you navigate the chicane, the roar of the engine drowning out the crowd’s cheers as the two Red Bulls battle it out. With a daring maneuver, you get the better of Max, claiming the inside line and accelerating past him as you exit the corner.

The overtake was a success, your engineer congratulating you. Your heart is pounding against the multiple layers as you maintain the lead, focus unwavering as you charge towards the checkered flag. Behind you, Max struggles to recover, his frustration palpable over the radio as you pull away, wanting to dismiss the instruction to not overtake again.

“You got this,” Your engineer says over the radio, “No risk, Max has been told to leave it. Let’s get a 1-2 finish.”

Max clenches the steering wheel tightly, his competitive spirit burning within him. Despite his urge to retaliate, he reluctantly concedes, knowing that jeopardizing the team’s success is not worth the gamble.

But as they approach the final corner of the race, Max’s resolve wavers. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he sees a gap, a chance to continue his 100% win rate of the season. Ignoring his engineer’s warnings, as he too senses that Mad Max would find a way, he makes a split-second decision to go for it, diving to the inside.

The two cars make contact, sending the pair in opposite directions in a cloud of dust and debris.

It was a moment of shock as you felt the car shove forward, the force propelling your car over the finish line. The cacophony of the crowd’s cheers and the blare of your car halting filled your ears as you realized what had just happened.

Disoriented and shaken, you blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the chaos around. Through the haze, you could see the battered remains of Max’s car nearby, a stark reminder of the collision and the reason why the pair of you were in this position.

As adrenaline began to ebb, your hands tremble on the steering wheel, your heart racing with a mixture of relief and disbelief. You had won the race, despite the circumstances, but the taste of triumph was bittersweet.

In the tense aftermath of the collision, you and Max found yourselves back in the Red Bull Racing garage, surrounded by your team members and the glare of harsh fluorescent lights. The air crackled with tension as accusations flew between the two drivers, your voices rising above the din of the garage.

“You could have killed us both out there!” Max’s voice echoed off the walls, his anger palpable as he glared at you. “You never should have gone for that overtake. It was reckless and irresponsible.”

You widened your eyes, “Me?” You yelled in retaliation, pointing a finger at yourself. You bristled at Max’s words, your own frustration boiling over. “And what was I supposed to do?” You shot back, voice tinged with defiance. “Sit back and let you win? I’m not afraid to fight for my place on this team.”

The team members looked on in dismay, torn between loyalty to their drivers and the desire to maintain peace within the team. Both drivers’ eyes burning against the other. Team principal Christian Horner stepped forward, his expression grave as he addressed the warring drivers.

“Enough,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “We’re a team, and we need to act like one. This blame game isn’t getting us anywhere.” He looked at the pair. “You’re both brilliant drivers, and we are glad to have you on the team. But this is getting old.”

But the damage had been done, and the rift between you and Max seemed wider than ever. As you stormed off in opposite directions, your relationship strained to the breaking point, leaving your teammates to pick up the pieces and salvage what they could of their championship hopes.

In the days that followed, whispers of discontent echoed through the Red Bull Racing camp, as rumors of rifts and rivalries spread like wildfire. For you and Max, the collision had only served to deepen your animosity towards each other, fueling a rivalry that threatened to tear the team apart from within. And as they prepared to face their next challenge on the track, both drivers knew that the battle was far from over—and that the stakes had never been higher.

As tensions between you and Max had reached a boiling point, not just for Christian but for the entire team, he decided it was time to address the issue head-on. This meant it would be the final time to confront the issue.

You and Max were summoned to the office, each unaware of the other's presence. Christian had emphasized that this meeting was crucial and could not be missed. As you both approached the office, neither of you spotted the other, freezing at the sight of each other. Quickly breaking out of the initial shock, you gently pushed past Max to open the door.

“Excuse me!” He exclaimed, holding his arms out.

“Excuse me!” You childishly mocked, making your voice scratchy and reminiscent of a witch's. You smirked to yourself as you dropped carelessly into the seat on the left side of Christian’s desk. Looking up at him, you saw him rubbing his brow bone in annoyance.

“Enough is enough,” he declared, his voice firm after Max sat down. “The constant bickering and clashes between you two are threatening the harmony of the team. We can’t afford to let personal animosities interfere with our performance on the track.” He glanced between the two of you. “You’re both twenty-five for god's sake!”

You attempted to speak, realizing your twenty-fifth birthday was approaching in a few months, but Christian interrupted, “Not now, y/n.” You looked down, pushing your lips out awkwardly. “You don’t need to be so pedantic all the time.” Max took the initiative to remain silent.

“If you two can’t find a way to resolve your differences and work together as teammates, then I’m afraid we will have no choice but to consider other options.” Max was looking around the room, while you were picking at your nails. “Do you have any idea how many people dream of being in your positions? You’re acting like children.” His voice grew louder, and his face redder.

The sobering thought of being easily replaced in a championship-winning team weighed heavily.

Christian leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “I have come to the conclusion that for the two of you to get along better, you need to spend more time together.” This sparked outrage between the two of you. “Calm down!” Christian raised his hands. “It’s only during races. As for hotel situations, you two will be sharing a room.”

“What?”

“So, we get no privacy?”

“That’s not completely true..” He huffed. “You will share the living spaces, but have separate rooms and bathrooms.” Christian rolled his eyes. He could sense the tension was still high, even see it. Rolling his eyes, he finalized his statement, “All of the plans will be made for the next season. So, enjoy the final races, free time.” The pair of you eased slightly. “Maybe get to know each other more.” You and Max rolled your eyes in sync, crossing your arms. Christian looked at the pair of you, incredulously.

“I’ll see the pair of you soon.” He waved his hands, silently motioning you out of his office. Walking to the door with you, he paused as the pair of you were about to exit his office. “Just be happy we didn’t choose the other option.”

“What’s that?” You turned, standing between the two men.

“Dating for a PR stunt, regardless of what you had to say.” He closed the door in your face.

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