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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 8

This is the eighth chapter of my Max story (yes it still doesn’t have a name 😂). Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think especially of the key events and if it works/sounds realistic. Sorry for the wait. Thanks for continuing to support the story, it means a lot!

Max knew he’d messed up with Y/N in Monza. The last thing he wanted was to be the reason she was upset and he’d done exactly that. After she’d walked out, his head had flopped back into his hands again and he’d found a few tears had slipped out of his eyes, unnoticed. He’d been taught not to cry, that it was a sign of weakness but Y/N’s words from Baku rang in his head, telling him that it’s ok to cry and to not be ashamed.

It was a few days after the race and Max knew he had a lot of making up to do. He was trying to think of ways to make it better but none of them really sounded right, some of them sounded generic and insincere. Then he remembered that he would be in Milton Keynes in a few days time to visit the factory and discuss the events of Monza. He wasn’t really looking forward to it, not wanting to analyse the data and be scrutinised by the other team members but he knew it was important and that he had to show up. It did, however, give him a great opportunity to try and reconcile with Y/N as he could make it more personal by being in the same country as her. It was the perfect idea and he hoped it would pay off. He really hoped she would forgive him despite him being an idiot towards her.

The day finally came where he would go to the factory. He woke up early, something he never liked, and got ready for the day. Scenarios kept running around in his head about how Y/N could take his apology. His brain had chosen that moment to be pessimistic and so he kept thinking about how badly she might take it and how she might break up with him or if Christian found out how Max had treated his daughter. He shivered at the thought, feeling more nervous than ever. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. He had to go to Milton Keynes whether he liked it or not and he had to at least try and apologise. He wouldn’t know unless he tried.

The plane landed and Max made his way towards the factory. When he arrived, he took a deep breath to calm himself before he opened the door and walked inside. Eyes turned to him and Max wanted to hide, knowing the last time he’d seen them all had been a disappointing one. He stood up straight, trying to show confidence, despite not really feeling it and murmured greetings to everyone as he passed them. Some undoubtedly saw through his facade and were silently curious as to what was going on with their star driver but they put it down to the frustrating race week. Little did they really know about Max’s inner turmoil.

He came towards Christian reluctantly, the Brit waiting for him so that they could start the meeting with the engineers and other staff. Christian was suspicious of Max’s outward air of confidence, having known Max long enough to suspect that something was bothering him, and it wasn’t just the race. He was also more suspicious after seeing that Y/N had been behaving strangely since the race, being upset and closing off whenever someone mentioned the Dutch driver. It was weird.

Max looked around for Y/N discreetly but couldn’t see her and before he could double-check, he was told that it was time to start. He inwardly sighed, knowing this would be a painful experience.

After hours of dissecting what went wrong in Monza for Max (of which it was obvious) and discussing how the cars had performed overall, with Checo finishing fifth, Max was finally free. He rubbed his eyes tiredly but tried to wake himself up, knowing now was the time to enact his plan.

He bid Christian and the others a hasty goodbye, which only added to their suspicions, before racing to his car that he’d brought over. He was going to drive to Y/N’s house in the Oxfordshire countryside. She’d given him the address once before, at Silverstone when he’d been trying to decide whether to stay or go back to Monaco, so he put the address into his satnav and started the journey. He knew it would take an hour or so from Milton Keynes, which was plenty of time for him to plan out what he wanted to say.

He was getting closer to Y/N’s house, the beautiful British countryside was a big giveaway. He saw farms and huge green fields, with animals, flowers and trees. Eventually he arrived and the nerves rose up in him again. His hands started to sweat as he got out of the car and rang the doorbell. He waited, trying to remember all the things he wanted to say. Then the door opened and he saw Y/N, right in front of him.

Her eyes widened. “Max!? What are you doing here?”

Nice to see you too, Y/N, he thought sarcastically but then remembered that he probably deserved it.

“Y/N...” his mind had gone blank. She looked at him expectantly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I said in Monza, I didn’t mean any of it. I promise, I was just frustrated because of the race but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you were only trying to help. I like that you’re there for me after races, no matter the outcome. I like seeing you there and I don’t care if your dad knows or not. I know you don’t think I’m a cheat or a dirty driver. I’m sorry schatje. Ik hou van jou” he knew he’d just been rambling at her but he meant every word and he hoped she could see that.

“Max, it really hurt when you said those things to me” she began and Max’s heart sunk “It hurt that you didn’t want my help but it hurt more that you think I’m disappointed in you or that I’m embarrassed by you. The fact that you would ever believe that I think you’re a cheat or a dirty driver when I know how good of a driver you are. But...” she paused “I forgive you” Max’s face lit up “I forgive you but don’t expect me to be so forgiving if you do anything like this again”

He nodded but couldn’t help the smile. She’d forgiven him. He couldn’t help himself and pressed a kiss to her lips in happiness. Despite this, he still wanted to do the rest of the things he’d planned in case she hadn’t forgiven him so he pulled away. “Y/N, go and put some shoes on”

“Why?” She asked, seeing through him

“Just trust me. Please” he told her, trying to do his best puppy eyes.

“Fine” she said rolling her eyes playfully “This had better be good”

She came back and they both got in the car. When they neared their destination, Max told her to close her eyes, which she again questioned before doing it anyway.

They arrived at a karting track that Max had found nearby and Max told her to open her eyes.

“Is this what I think it is?” She grinned

“It’s a karting track. Remember in France when you beat me at bowling?” She nodded, smiling more at the memory “Well I said I would beat you the next time we did something so here we are”

“This is hardly fair though” she protested “Neither of us are professionals in bowling but you’re clearly going to have the advantage here, Mr-F1-driver-and-karting-champion.”

Max grinned at her complaints “My mother is a karting champion as well” he reminded her smugly

She rolled her eyes “I’m still going to beat you”

“We’ll see”

Naturally Max won, despite Y/N’s best efforts. They’d both been competitive with each other and may have broken a couple of the rules by trying to push each other but it had all been in good fun. They both climbed out of the karts and Max was wearing a cocky grin “I told you I would beat you, didn’t I?”

She pouted jokingly “You could have let me win”

“We both know you would have hated it if I had”

“That’s true, I would have been annoyed” They both laughed at that

“But you have been doing this your entire life” she pouted again

Max just kept laughing, he couldn’t help it. “How about I take you to dinner to make it up to you?” Would that make it better?”

She pretended to think “I suppose so”

He chuckled at that “Come on then” he said

Sitting at the restaurant, they began to share stories with each other.

Max began to talk about karting, giving Y/N some tips for if she wanted to improve and maybe even beat him on day. Then he moved onto some of his childhood memories from karting.

“I battled a lot with drivers that are F1 drivers now. We all had the same dream, to be in F1. I fought Alex and I lost to him at the KF3 World Cup but I then beat him in the WSK Euro series but then we were teammates and maybe one day he’ll be in F1 again. I also battled with Esteban a lot in karting. George, Mick,Lando and Pierre were there even though Lando and Mick are younger than me. Mainly I think everyone knows about Charles and I battling though” he smirked. Memories of battling the Monegasque driver came to the forefront of his mind including one particular one.

“I’ve heard about you battling Charles in the past”

“Oh yeah?” He said intrigued

“Yeah” she then mimicked what he’d said at the time, doing her best to do his accent “No, he is just unfair. I’m leading. He wants to pass and he pushes me and I push him back and after that, he pushes me off the track. It’s not fair.”

He snorted “Was that supposed to be me? I don’t sound like that” before he mimicked her British accent but made her exaggeratedly posh

“I don’t sound like that either!” she said giggling

“Anyway” Max started “he took me out after the chequered flag and he made me go into a huge puddle”

She laughed “Tell me what you think then. I heard what Charles said on Ziggo but I want to know your side”

So Max explained his side of the story as expressively as he could, remembering it as clearly as yesterday. Y/N listened, captivated, head in her hand. She giggled as Max described what had happened, including how cold the puddle had been and she was struck by how much he still looked and sounded like his younger self, relaying how unfair it had been. “We both got disqualified anyway. I really hated Charles as a kid” he finished, a hint of laughter in his voice, an almost longing for the old days

The night continued in much the same manner with them both sharing stories and all had been forgotten, it felt as though nothing had ever happened.

It was now the Russian Grand Prix in Sochi, on the Black Sea.

Max finished third in FP1 and sixth in FP2 with FP3 being cancelled due to heavy rain. He chose not to complete a lap in qualifying and took a new (and fourth) power unit meaning he was resigned to starting 20th on the grid as he’d received a three place grid penalty for Monza but also a penalty for the new part. He completed two installation laps but didn’t set a time so he was knocked out of Q1. The team had decided it was safer to preserve the car for the long stint on race day as Max battled through the grid.

Qualifying had been surprising for his fellow drivers though with Lando Norris snatching pole away from Carlos Sainz with the Spaniard losing his first pole to his former teammate (who’d also never been on pole before). George Russell qualified in third with the Brit squeezing all the seconds he could out of his Williams.

It was race day. Max knew his race would be far from easy. Whilst he was at the back, he would be battling with other strong drivers as Bottas had received a 15 place grid penalty for exceeding the amount of power units he was allowed, something he suspected that Mercedes had done on purpose so that Bottas could hold him up. Charles Leclerc would also start from the back in the Ferrari for the same reason so he would have to be careful.

Lewis had dropped down to third on the opening few laps and Max had gotten past both Haases, Latifi, Giovinazzi and Yuki Tsunoda. On lap six, Max went down the inside of Valtteri, getting past the Finn with relative ease. He knew this was integral to the race and to the championship. Then on lap 10 Max tried an ambitious move and whilst he was forced to back out, he did get passed Charles Leclerc and was in 12th.

By lap 23, Max was in 5th and had set the fastest lap having fought his way through the grid valiantly. He pitted at the same time as Lewis on lap 27 and he would go onto the medium tyre. His pit was slightly slower but he would do the best he could to regain that time.

By the closing stages of the race, rain was appearing and it was increasing more and more as they went round the track. There was a big decision to make. Did they risk intermediate tyres or did they carry on?

Red Bull told Max to pit for the intermediate tyres and as the rain increased they played into his hands as he battled through the field.

He’d been hearing that Lando had been having an amazing race, battling Carlos Sainz at the start and now battling Hamilton for the lead. Hearing that had made him happy for his friend but he soon heard reports that Lando had spun because he hadn’t wanted to change to intermediate tyres and now Lewis was leading the Grand Prix.

Max felt sympathy for his friend, losing the Grand Prix so late on. Selfishly though, he knew he could try and get P2. He soldiered on and as the chequered flag appeared in the distance, he knew he’d secured it. He’d been unable to snatch the win from Lewis and as such the Brit was leading the championship by two points and had achieved 100 wins in Formula 1, an amazing feat. Max was disappointed not to get the win of course but he was proud of what he’d managed to achieve, getting second when he’d started 20th was amazing. He stood on the podium, feeling pleased and knowing that there was a blank slate in Turkey which he could try and regain the lead back in.

He left the podium and returned to his driver’s room as normal, knowing in all likelihood that Y/N would meet him in there shortly.

He was proven right when she stepped into the room a few moments later, beaming. Before he could even say anything, she’d ran towards him and kissed him, pouring her pride and love into it. She pulled away, unable to stop beaming

“P2!” She cheered “You were amazing. I couldn’t believe it! You got from P20 to P2! I’m so proud of you. Ik hou van jou”

“Ik ook hou van jou schatje.” He paused looking at her intently for a minute or two before saying “Je bent mooi”

“Mooi?” She repeated

“It means beautiful. You’re beautiful”

She went crimson but couldn’t hide the smile.

There was a comfortable silence for a second “Hey Max” she started

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to tell my dad?” She hesitated “About… About us?”

His eyes widened slightly “This isn’t because of what I said in Monza is it Y/N? Because I told you that I didn’t care if he knew, I know that we’re happy together”

“No I know, it’s just… I thought about it and it would be nice if he knew. I think I’m ready, if you are?”

Now it was Max’s turn to beam “I’m ready schatje.” He kissed her

They stayed chatting for a little while before they both decided to leave for the hotel

They opened the door of the driver’s room and nearly walked into someone.

It was Christian.

Despite agreeing to tell him minutes before, Max still felt his blood run cold and his face go white. His brain became conscious of the fact that Y/N’s hand was entwined with his. He rubbed his face self-consciously, in case the remnants of Y/N’s lip balm were on his face.

For a moment no one spoke

“Well, have you got something to tell me?” Christian asked expectantly, looking between them both

Max’s mouth went dry

“Dad…”

“Christian…” they both spoke at the same time

“Oh come on” Christian said “I just heard and saw everything. You might as well tell me”

Max and Y/N glanced at each other “We’re dating” they said at the same time

“How long has this been going on for?”

“Since Monaco. We only started dating after the second race in Austria though” she said

Christian looked like he was putting different pieces together “So when you went to Monaco in the summer, you visited Max?”

“Yes” she confirmed

The little snippets that had sparked Christian’s suspicions now all made sense and he wished he hadn’t brushed them away now. He was right

They both waited anxiously to see what Christian would say next but he was lost in thought

“Dad?”

Max opened his mouth to speak, feeling as though he should say something but he was cut off by Christian before he could

The Brit stared intently at the Dutchman “Max, I’ve known you for a long time. If you hurt my daughter, I will not hesitate to drop you from Red Bull. I don’t care how talented you are and I don’t care that you could win the championship. I’ll make sure you don’t race in F1 again” he threatened, a deathly calm tone to his voice despite the weight behind his words

Max tried not to display any outward fear and composed himself, standing tall in the face of Christian’s glare “I’d never do that. I love her”

“I’m not exactly pleased with this relationship as I’m sure you can imagine so you’ll have to convince me I’m afraid”

That was the last thing he said before he left, leaving the couple behind.

Y/N huffed in frustration. “Well that could have been better”

“It could also have been worse” Max said

“How could it have been worse Max? He threatened you and said that he doesn’t approve”

“Well he didn’t kill us. Anyway, he said we could convince him and we will. He’s just being protective Y/N” he told her

“I know but I just wish he could have been happy, you know? He knows you, you’re not a random stranger”

“But maybe in some ways it’s worse that he knows me. He feels like I’ve betrayed him”

She sighed “I guess but that’s not true”

“I know schatje but it’ll work out, don’t worry”

“At least Geri was happy” she said, trying to look on the bright side

“Exactly and I’m sure there’s some part of your dad that is too.”

“Since when were you the voice of reason?” She joked

“Hey!” He protested, coaxing a laugh from her lips

“Come on,” she said “I’m hungry, let’s get some food and go to sleep. It’s been a long day”

Both of them struggled to sleep that night, wrapped up in the disapproval of Christian, replaying his words over and over. They would be staying together whether he liked it or not. They just needed to show Christian that their relationship was strong and would positively impact the both of them. They had time. It was possible.

They could start with Turkey in two weeks time and go from there. Hopefully it would pay off.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 7

This is the seventh chapter of my Max story, hope you enjoy it. Sorry for the long wait, I started writing it before but only finished it today as I had the day off work because I have a cold. Let me know what you think, especially of the argument scene as I’m not sure what I think but yeah enjoy! Thanks to @kiimmie33 for the help with this chapter

Monza. Italy. An iconic circuit, nicknamed the ‘Temple of Speed’ by fans. It had been in F1 since the beginning and was always a popular race. The crowd was always a sea of red as Ferrari’s famous ‘Tifosi’ filled the grandstands

Monza was always special. The track was an integral part of Formula 1, a piece of history and also a joy to drive around. It was an adrenaline-fuelling circuit. The bonus was the Italian sun and Italian food he got to experience whilst he was there that he never complained about.

After an amazing victory in his home race, all eyes were on Max to repeat the success. He was leading the championship by three points and wanted to extend this advantage. Of course he had to watch out for Lewis as ever and Max knew that he had to be careful. He’d only broken his Italian curse this year at Imola earlier in the season. Italy always liked to cause him some trouble in the past.

He came second in practice 1 behind Hamilton but he remained calm, knowing that he had plenty of time to improve over the weekend.

After FP1 they went straight into normal qualifying as the sprint race format was returning for this weekend after its stint at Silverstone.

It was Bottas that would take the front row in the sprint with Hamilton behind him in second, making it a successful qualifying session for Mercedes. Max came third, which he’d always said he preferred to second so he wasn’t too worried. He just knew that he needed to put his heart and soul into the sprint race on Saturday.

Once again Max came third in the second and final practice session of the weekend with Hamilton and Bottas taking first and second and Sergio behind him in fourth. Naturally the pace Mercedes had was a concern but from that result clearly Red Bull also had a lot of pace for the weekend.

It was time for the sprint qualifying. Bottas took all three points by coming first with Max just behind him in second. He needn’t worry though as he knew that Bottas would be starting from the back of the grid as he’d taken extra power unit elements for the race. A surprise contender in Daniel Ricciardo came third to take the final point of the sprint. Max was happy for his friend and even joked with him that he’d let him by at the start and help him to win the Grand Prix especially because of Daniel’s Italian origins.

Lewis had qualified 5th in the sprint. Max knew that he couldn’t get complacent despite this. Yes Max would technically be starting on pole now but Lewis could still catch up and give him a headache during the race. He had to prepare himself for that.

Max returned to his driver’s room feeling relatively pleased with how the day had gone. He got lost in thought for a few minutes and was quickly dragged out of it by his phone ringing. It was his mother wanting a video call.

“Hey mom” he said when she appeared on screen, his sister Victoria beside her

“Max, you did so well today! I’m proud of you” she said, smiling “Hopefully you’ll do the same tomorrow. I believe in you”

“Ah we’ll see, the car is performing well but anything can happen” he still smiled though and they all chatted easily, catching up on what was happening in each of their lives.

There was a knock at the door and Y/N entered before her eyes widened as she realised Max was on the phone and speaking in Dutch.

She went to leave quietly but Max had already spotted her and was gesturing her over. He asked her to sit down next to him using his eyes and she did so, nervously.

He switched to English so that Y/N could understand “Mom, Victoria, there’s someone I want you both to meet.” He turned the camera so that Y/N’s face was also in the frame. “This is Y/N. She’s my girlfriend. Y/N, this is my mom, Sophie and my sister, Victoria”

Y/N smiled hesitantly but was spurred on by the kind looks on their faces and Max’s comforting smile “It’s nice to meet you both”

“And you, my dear. Where has Max been hiding you? You’re beautiful. Isn’t she Victoria?” Sophie gushed

Y/N blushed as Victoria nodded, smiling shyly “Thank you”

The call continued in much the same manner with Sophie and Victoria wanting to know all about her and their relationship and Y/N became more confident, joining in occasionally with their teasing of Max and adding her own stories, which he pretended to be annoyed about. He was secretly happy to see her getting on so well with his family.

Sophie and Victoria enjoyed seeing their dynamic and they knew that Max had found someone special in Y/N. The soft look in his eyes when he looked at her only confirmed that as well as the loving glances when he knew Y/N couldn’t see him.

“Y/N, lieverd, you look really familiar. Have we seen each other before?” Sophie asked curiously

“I don’t think so. Maybe you know my dad?”

“Who’s your dad?” Sophie and Victoria asked simultaneously

“Christian Horner��

Their mouths dropped slightly in shock before they closed them quickly. They hadn’t expected that Max would be dating his boss’ daughter. It didn’t change their opinions of her but they were certainly surprised

“That’s probably it” Sophie said as normally as she could and the conversation continued normally.

They ended the call a few minutes later and Max and Y/N turned to each other

“Do you think they liked me?” She asked

“Y/N they loved you. You got on with them so well” he told her honestly

“Really?”

“Really schatje. Now come on, let’s get some food. I’m starving”

Race day. The excitement and the nerves rose in Max. He placed his car at the front of the grid and waited, staring up at the five red lights. His heart beat faster with every second that he waited. Then they went out.

Daniel got past Max on lap 1 and lead the race with Lewis right behind Max in third after overtaking Lando, Daniel’s teammate. He cursed at that knowing he was going to have to defend for his life to keep Lewis behind.

Lewis attempted an overtake but was pushed wide allowing Max to gain the position and for Lando also to get passed.

Max fought hard to try and catch up with Daniel and regain the lead but the Australian kept him behind for an impressive 21 laps. The McLaren driver then pitted on lap 22 for hard tyres. Red Bull reacted to this, bringing him into the pit stops for the next lap.

Then it went wrong. So wrong. There was an issue with the front right tyre and the mechanics were fighting to fix the issue and change it as quickly as they could. The seconds ticked away, precious seconds that Max was losing. He waited, that was all he could do. He knew he’d have a huge deficit to make up on Daniel and Lewis but what could he do.

Hamilton had overtaken Norris whilst Max was waiting and that had led Lando to pit. He came out ahead of Max as Max had been held for 11.1 seconds with the tyre problem.

Max was frustrated. He could feel it simmering under the surface but he had to try and stay as calm as he could.

Lewis has pitted for medium tyres. His pit was slow, giving Max extra time as the Mercedes driver remained stationary for 4.2 seconds.

Lando overtook Lewis in the order and Lewis began to come out of the pits.

Then all hell broke lose.

Lewis was driving out of the pit lane, through the exit. He was side by side with Max and this continued through to turn 1 as they battled wheel to wheel.

They reached turn 2 and Max was squeezed. He hit the sausage kerb which propelled his car into the air as he’d made contact with Hamilton’s left rear tyre. He went over Lewis and landed on top of him, one of his wheels resting on the Mercedes driver’s head. The halo had done its job.

They were out. They would have to retire. And yet again the finger pointing would start. Just like in Silverstone.

“Max are you ok?” Came the radio message and it sparked a feeling of déjà vu within him

“Yeah I’m fine” he replied quickly, a little sharper than he’d have liked with the frustration.

He climbed out of the cockpit, glancing at Lewis as he did so. From what he could tell, the Mercedes driver was trying to reverse from under his car.

Max looked away, storming from the track towards the pit lane. It was almost as though dark clouds were hanging over him on his journey.

He knew he’d be criticised for just leaving Lewis there and he knew that the blame game would be played.

He reached the Red Bull garage, still seething and finally removed his helmet. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more in annoyance.

Y/N watched from the other side of the garage, debating whether she should go to him or give him some space. She decided on the latter, feeling that leaving him alone for a little might help to calm him down.

Max went to his driver’s room. He felt like slamming the door or punching something but he knew that was childish and wouldn’t help anything.

He sat down and put his head in his hands, sighing.

“Max?” Came Y/N’s soft voice. She’d decided that she would check on him now “Max? Can I come in?”

He stayed silent for a little bit, hoping she’d leave. He’d already seen and heard some of the things people had been saying about the crash and he didn’t have the energy

Then he saw that the FIA had decided that it was predominantly his fault and he’d be penalised for the Russian Grand Prix in two weeks time. His blood boiled.

Y/N opened the door at that moment “Max! I was worried about you”

She came over to where he was sitting and placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently

“I’m fine” he said sharply, taking a tone with her that he’d never done before

“It’s not your fault Max” she said, trying to be comforting

“Yeah? Well tell that to everyone else. Everyone else says it’s my fault. The FIA are making me drop points in the Russian Grand Prix. Everyone’s saying I’m a dirty driver, that I should have checked more on Hamilton and given up my position” he flung these words at her in anger

She went to speak but he cut her off “Leave me alone Y/N. Go back to your dad. He’s probably disappointed in me. You probably are too, that’s why you won’t tell him you’re dating me.” Ah yes the insecurity again, raising its head, fuelled by Max’s frustration

She looked horrified “Why would I be disappointed in you?”

“You probably think I’m a cheat like everyone else” he knew that wasn’t true but he was just saying anything in his fury

“That’s not true and you know it. I know you’re angry Max but I’m not letting you lie and take it out on me”

He laughed bitterly “Haven’t you heard? Everyone calls me ‘Mad Max’. They’ll be doing the same with this crash”

It was becoming quite clear to Y/N that she wasn’t really getting through to Max and that he was just wallowing in self-pity

“I’m going to leave Max, you’re not helping yourself here”

“That’s it Y/N, just leave. I don’t need your help at the moment”

That hurt Y/N and a few tears trickled down her face at that “Fuck you, Verstappen” she said, voice breaking. She managed to make his surname appear like an insult even as she cried before she turned on her heel and left.

Max’s heart clenched and he immediately felt guilty, berating himself for the way he’d just acted. He knew she only had the best intentions and that he’d just made her feel awful. He regretted it now and wished he could take it back but he couldn’t. He had a lot of making up to do.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 6

Here’s chapter 6 of my Max story. I’ve been really excited to write this chapter for a while and so I finished it quite quickly after writing the Hungary/Spa one so I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if it’s a little short but I really liked the idea of making Zandvoort it’s own standalone chapter for a few different reasons. Thanks to @kiimmie33 for her help in a few aspects of this chapter in terms of Dutch culture and customs with the frikandel speciaal and some of the Dutch phrases. Hope to have more regular updates from now on.

Zandvoort. Max’s home Grand Prix. It was the first time he’d ever driven there and thus it was his first proper home race. In previous years, Spa was the closest he’d gotten to a home Grand Prix in terms of Belgium’s proximity to the Netherlands and the fact that he was half-Belgian due to his mother. He’d also been born there but had always felt more Dutch than Belgian and so he chose to race under the Dutch flag. For this reason, he was excited to represent his country on the home stage and he allowed himself to hope for a win. He knew the atmosphere would be electric if he managed it.

He did a track walk with his team, which he never usually did, to inspect it and admired the steep banking that was similar to the old Monza circuit. They’d been supposed to return there the previous year but the pandemic had prevented that so this was his first proper look.

He found himself getting slightly distracted on his track walk though and had to keep forcing himself to focus as Y/N had decided to join them. She was ahead of him, talking to her dad and every so often he heard her laugh. He shook his head and listened to his team again, discussing the track and the possible strategies that they could try.

Max had had a varied experience in practice. In FP1, Hamilton had finished first and Max had finished behind him in second. FP2 was a lot different as Charles Leclerc finished first and Max ended the session 5th. He did finish first in the third practice session and also had a successful qualifying, qualifying on pole for his home race.

The Orange Army were cheering every time he went passed and they went wild when he qualified first. His fans were incredibly passionate and they followed him all around the world in large numbers. He really appreciated them and it was a great feeling seeing a crowd all in that same orange hue.

Following qualifying, Max found Y/N. “Hey” he said

She turned towards him “Oh hi Max. Well done on getting pole”

“Thanks” he paused, having an idea “Y/N, have you eaten?”

“No I haven’t actually, why?”

“Come with me”

She followed him as they left the track and entered the town of Zandvoort. She was getting more confused as they went and opened her mouth to ask where they were going. At that moment they arrived at a snack bar and Max directed them both inside.

It was relatively quiet, with only a few tables full with people eating and chatting. Y/N looked at Max as they stood in the queue for the counter. He turned to her “I have a recommendation for you. You should order the frikandel speciaal, it’s so good. I bet you’ve never had one before but it’s a Dutch classic. I always miss them when I’m not in the Netherlands.”

She nodded “What is it?”

“It’s like a long piece of meat that is then cut open and filled with raw onions, mayonnaise and curry ketchup. They’re so tasty. Look” he pointed to another customer passing by, who was holding a long, thin tray filled with an item matching Max’s description. It looked delicious

“I’ll definitely get one of those” she decided. He nodded in approval

“Good choice. I’m having one as well but you can’t tell anyone. I don’t think that’s really part of my diet” he laughed and pretended to shush her.

They made their order and sat down to eat it. Y/N stuck her fork into the warm meat and took a bite, chewing slowly to savour the taste. It was as delicious as Max had described. The flavours worked so well together and they sung in her mouth.

Max raised an eyebrow “Do you like it?”

She nodded enthusiastically and swallowed her bite “This is amazing! Why have I never had one before?”

She picked up another forkful, making sure that she got plenty of onions and the sauces

He smiled, proud that she liked something from his country and took a bite of his own. “I don’t know. Will you be having one if you come to the Netherlands again?”

“Definitely”

“Y/N, you have…” he gestured to her lip

“Oh” she giggled, wiping the sauce from her face

They ate in comfortable silence after that, Y/N falling more and more in love with the taste of the dish.

“Where has the Netherlands been hiding this dish?” She asked after they’d finished, still amazed by the taste

He shook his head, amused “We’ve been eating these for a long time. The rest of the world needs to catch up.”

They spent the afternoon following qualifying apart as Max had some work to do in preparing for the race tomorrow. Y/N watched a film in her hotel room, indulging in some stroopwafels that she was softening using the steam from her warm cup of tea. It made the caramel so gooey and delicious.

Race day arrived quickly. Max got away really well at the start but so had Lewis but Max managed to cover him off and keep the lead. When Lewis pitted, Max was quick to react, pitting after him to stop the chance of an undercut. He was able to get incredibly close to Valtteri Bottas, who’d taken the lead following the pits for himself and Lewis. Bottas had held him up quite a lot and he knew Lewis was gaining but he eventually got past the Finn with DRS. He knew his fans would be loving that but their cheers faded into the background as he concentrated on trying to win the race.

Bottas let Hamilton through and then the Finn was held up by Sebastian Vettel spinning, which aided Max as it left Lewis without support for a short time.

It was lap 63 and the gap was at 3.8 seconds, Max had just been told that Lewis was struggling with his tyres and he knew that he had the advantage

By lap 70 Lewis had the fastest lap which his teammate Bottas then took from him. Mercedes pitted Lewis to fight for the fastest lap again, desperate to have that extra point to gain on Max. Despite all this, Max won the race and as he approached the chequered flag he could see the orange flares and hear the fans cheering and applauding for him. It felt amazing. He’d done it. He’d won his home Grand Prix. Tiesto waved the black and white flag and Max basked in the feeling of the victory. Hamilton got the fastest lap on the last lap of the race which wasn’t ideal but it didn’t dampen Max’s spirits too much.

He stood on top of his car, raising his arms in the air in celebration before draping himself in the Dutch flag, lifting it high. The roar of the crowd was incredible.

He stood on top of the podium, still wrapped in the flag of his home country and the sound of the Dutch national anthem filling the air. He felt on top of the world. The warm summer weather was a bonus to the victory.

He celebrated with the team and Y/N congratulated him with a gentle hug. “I’m so proud of you” she whispered before pulling away. He grinned, his face hidden before pulling away.

Later that evening, Max arrived outside of Y/N’s hotel room and knocked.

She opened the door looking curious to see him there

“Hey, would you like to walk on the beach with me?”

“Sure, let me just put my shoes on”

She quickly pulled a pair of shoes on and they both went to the beach. The air had cooled slightly since the race and Y/N shivered.

Max undid his Red Bull coat, pulling it off and putting it around her before she had the chance to protest.

“Thanks” she said, snuggling into it as his body heat still remained in it. She relished in the scent of his cologne, which wafted from the fabric into her nose. It was a very pleasant smell and one that she took comfort in as she always associated it with him.

They continued their walk along the beach, padding through the sand and admiring the sea, breathing in the salty sea air and hearing the waves crashing.

He looked at her and couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto his lips. She looked adorable in his coat, the sleeves hanging from her arms and covering her hands and the body swallowing her figure.

“What?” She asked

“Nothing” he said shaking his head, still smiling.

“No come on” she demanded

“You just look really sweet in my coat”

“Oh” she blushed and leaned up to kiss him

They intertwined hands and Max got a soft look in his eyes “Ik hou van je” he said quietly

She gave him a puppy-dog look “Will you tell me what that means?”

He hesitated and she pouted, pleading with her eyes. He crumbled

“It…” he paused, losing courage “It means… It means I love you”

She blinked in surprise before she beamed. “Really?”

He nodded, flushing slightly

“Ik hou van jou” she repeated in wonder “How do you say ‘I love you too’?”

He took in a sharp breath, his voice trembling slightly as he replied “Ik hou ook van jou”

“Ik hou ook van jou” she copied him before repeating it again with more confidence and more feeling behind it “Ik hou ook van jou” and her eyes told him it was the truth.

She looked so sweet and so sincere whilst saying it, trying to pronounce exactly as he had. He had to kiss her.

They continued their walk along the beach, hand in hand, gazing at the other with loving eyes when they thought they wouldn’t notice. They sat on the beach for a while, taking in the peaceful scene before they both got too cold and decided to go back to the hotel and warm up.

They walked back together most of the way before Max when in a different direction to his hotel room, leaving Y/N a kiss on her cheek which she hid a smile at. She walked back to her room almost in a daze so much so that she didn’t notice the figure in front of her until it was too late and she’d walked into her.

“Sorry” she apologised quickly before she took in the red hair and the woman’s face. Her eyes widened in realisation. Geri.

She’d always gotten on well with her stepmother. She’d always been kind to her and they were quite close, sometimes having girls’ days together without her dad and she often babysitted her half-siblings when Geri and her dad wanted a night to themselves.

It seemed the older woman had also had a realisation though as she gasped slightly, scanning Y/N’s body with her eyes. They seemed to linger on her torso for a while and she appeared in shock. That was when Y/N remembered. She was still wearing Max’s coat. She’d forgotten to take it off as it was still chilly as they’d gone back to the hotel. She cursed in her head.

The coat clearly didn’t belong to her. Its size, the smell of it and also small details stood out. It had a small 33 embroidered in red thread. Max’s number. It even had a tiny Dutch flag on it and she wouldn’t be surprised if his name was somewhere. It was obviously Max’s coat and Geri had clearly recognised that.

The woman opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

“Hi Geri” Y/N said nervously, trying to break the awkward silence

“Y/N, hi!” She continued to stare “Is that Max’s coat.”

Wow, Y/N thought, straight to the point

“Er… Erm…” Y/N struggled to think. Now who was the one looking like a fish. She took a deep breath “Yes.”

“Right” Geri said, looking surprised even though she knew it was “Are you… Are you dating him then?”

Y/N paled, cursing the former Spice Girl for uncovering her secret. How could she possibly deny it?

“Yes, we’re dating” she felt like a huge weight had been removed from her chest though she still felt anxious as to what Geri would say

Geri’s face lit up “Ah I’m so happy for you. This is so exciting.” She pulled a stunned Y/N in for a hug

“You need to tell me all about it! We’ll go for a coffee when we get back to the UK and you can fill me in!”

“Erm… ok” Y/N said hesitantly, surprised that Geri was so supportive

The older woman enthused about them being together, telling her that she’d had suspicions and that they were so sweet together. “Oh and don’t worry” she said “I won’t tell your dad. You should tell him yourself when you’re ready.” She winked

The two of them continued their walk to the hotel rooms they had booked and Y/N bid Geri good night, finally getting into her room and removing Max’s coat. She hung it up and made a mental note to return it to him before anyone else could see it, especially her dad

She picked up her phone just before she went to bed and sent Max a text. ‘Geri knows’ it said simply

Naturally this caused Max to panic slightly, having not expected this. ‘How?’ He replied, leading Y/N to explain the story and tell him how happy Geri seemed

‘At least she’s happy’

‘We need to tell dad soon though Max. I trust Geri but she might accidentally tell him if we leave it too long and he’ll be so angry. He might be better if we tell him’

Max agreed and they decided that they’d plan to tell him soon and hopefully at a time when he was in a good mood

‘Ik hou van jou Y/N. Night” he sent

“Ik hou ook van jou Max. Night”

Content in their feelings for the other despite the shock to the system with Geri knowing, they fell asleep. They knew a challenge would be on the horizon when Christian would become aware but it had to be done. He couldn’t be in the dark forever. They would face it together.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 5

Here’s the 5th chapter to my Max story. I’m so so sorry for the long wait, I know it’s been ages since I posted chapter 4 and thank you so much for sticking with this story. I was really struggling for ideas for this chapter and I had a writer’s block so thank you to those of you who helped. I’d like to give a special mention to @kiimmie33 and @laura-naruto-fan1998 for their help as I was really finding it hard and they gave me inspiration. I’m hoping to have the next chapter ready quicker than this, I’m looking forward to writing it as I have lots of ideas that I hope you’ll enjoy.

The Hungarian Grand Prix, held at the Hungaroring near Budapest, always had a high attendance. The fans were passionate and loud and it was always a great race. Well, ‘always’ was subjective on this occasion.

The weekend had started quite well for him. He’d been in the podium positions across all three practice sessions and had qualified third overall, which he didn’t mind too much. Qualifying third could be beneficial on a race start anyway. He knew that

Going into the race, he’d tried to banish all thought of Silverstone from his mind. His bruises had healed and he’d had two weeks to train and return to his strong mentality. It wasn’t only physical bruises he’d had from the crash. His pride had also suffered but he’d patched it up. This could be his race.

The optimism he’d had wilted on the first lap. It was chaos. Their previous tyre strategy all went out of the window as the rain forced them to use intermediate tyres rather than the preplanned softs

Hamilton had got away well from the beginning but Bottas hadn’t and had dropped back to allow Max to come up alongside him. The Finn then dropped places and had contact with Lando Norris which created a chain reaction of crashes like a line of dominos falling. Both Max and Sergio were caught up in the crash alongside some of their fellow drivers. Then Lance Stroll arrived quickly onto the scene and crashed into a Ferrari and a McLaren, causing the stewards to red flag the race.

Max was furious, he’d fallen down the order and his car had a lot of damage. His race had become tougher now and he was without Sergio following his retirement from the race.

Everyone pitted for the standing start besides Hamilton, which Max had never seen before. The track had dried so most people had decided to change their tyres. Following his pit, Max came out 13th and managed to quickly climb to 12th.

Hamilton pitted allowing Max and the rest of the field through and then Max rose to 11th after Mazepin’s retirement.

Max was fighting hard with Mick Schumacher to get 10th position. Mick wasn’t giving up and Max went off the track in the process, with the Haas driver staying ahead. The Dutchman went for the overtake, going round the outside of the German and banging wheels with him, finally getting ahead at turn 3 and into the points positions. Max had always liked and respected Mick. They’d been friends since they were children when their fathers were racing and he remembered himself and Mick creating their own Dutch-German hybrid language to communicate and how kind ‘Uncle Michael’ had been. They were fond memories but at the moment Max had no time for sentimentality.

He rose to 9th. Hamilton was setting the fastest laps in the race but was currently behind him in P11 and pitting. Max pitted a lap lately to try and hinder the Brit’s advantage but Hamilton managed to undercut him as Max was coming out of the pits, which only added to the frustration Max was feeling.

The chequered flag arrived and the emotions still bubbled within Max. Hamilton had come 3rd following the race and later on it was revealed that he would be boosted to second as Sebastian Vettel, who’d taken second in the race, had been disqualified because they couldn’t complete the fuel check.

Esteban Ocon had won his first Grand Prix in Formula 1. He wasn’t the closest with Esteban, they’d been rivals in karting and the lower Formulas and they’d had a very public disagreement in 2018 at Brazil when the Frenchman had hit him trying to unlap himself but Max was happy for him. He knew that Ocon was a talented driver and that it meant a lot to win your first race and so he briefly congratulated him.

Now he was sitting in his hotel room, the race result still swimming in his thoughts. He’d finished 9th and taken two points from the race whereas Hamilton now had 18 points

His phone buzzed. It was Daniel. ‘Hey mate, I know today’s race was a bit of a mess for a lot of us but we were going to go out and try and forget it for the night. You in?’

Max considered it for a short time, trying to decide if he was up for that. He sighed, he didn’t exactly have anything better to do and he didn’t want to wallow in self pity all night. ‘Sure’ he replied before he got off the bed and started to get ready.

They arrived outside a club in Budapest and Max began to wonder if he was really up for this. He saw some of his fellow drivers like Lando, Pierre, Yuki and Mick alongside Daniel and Charles Leclerc. They all turned when he walked in and smiled but Max knew that for some of them it was more of an effort. The majority of those drivers had been affected by the crash besides Pierre and Yuki who’d finished 5th and 6th.

“Hey guys” he said, trying to force a smile of his own

“Hey” came the various mumbled replies

“Right” said Daniel abruptly “That’s enough of that. I know most of us didn’t finish where we’d like but we’re going to forget about that and have fun. Okay?”

“Okay” they all agreed

“Good. Now who’s buying the first round?”

The evening progressed rather well after that with Max slowly beginning to forget the race and enjoy himself after a few drinks, relaxing a bit and having fun with his friends.

Then he saw her. Y/N. She was standing on the opposite side of the club, wearing a beautiful dress and chatting animatedly with a tall man.

Jealousy reared in Max and he began to lose his enjoyment again. She laughed at something he’d said. He highly doubted she was flirting with the man but that didn’t curb the growing insecurity within Max. Did she find the man more attractive than Max? Did she think he was funnier?

He scolded himself for thinking like that and at that moment she turned her head and a bright smile appeared on her face. She said something to the man and left, coming towards Max.

“Max!” She said cheerfully “Hi! I didn’t expect to see you here”

“Hey Y/N” he said trying to act normal “Daniel invited me. We all thought we’d try to take our minds off the race”

She turned smiling at the other drivers, who were all looking at them curiously. Daniel, however, was giving them both a knowing look and Max was getting the brunt of it. He glared slightly at him

She turned back to Max, still with a warm smile

“Who were you talking to over there?” Max blurted, unable to stop himself. He winced straight after, knowing how he sounded and met the wide eyes of Daniel.

Y/N’s eyes widened and the smile flickered on her face slightly “He’s someone that I used to know. He moved to Hungary years ago and I haven’t seen him since”

“Were you close?” Max had started now and he had to know

“Not particularly, we talked and got on but we weren’t close”

“Right” Max said. He believed her but still that insecurity was there. Her eyes were truthful and her face was honest but Max was still questioning himself

“He was telling me about a Hungarian girl he met anyway, they’ve been dating for a while now. He showed me a picture”

That made Max feel a bit better

She lowered her voice, noting the company they had “You don’t have to be jealous Max. I like you and only you. You don’t have to be insecure, I think you’re amazing as you are.”

Max was overwhelmed with emotion and only one thing was on his mind “Ik hou van je, schatje”

She smiled “What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you one day” he smiled secretively

She rolled her eyes fondly “Come on, let’s enjoy the rest of the night”

And so they did. They chatted and laughed with the others, dancing and drinking and just being carefree. The other drivers began to get a clearer idea of their relationship from the looks in both of their eyes and their previous behaviour but they were happy for them. Some of them even pushed Max’s buttons in a friendly way by asking Y/N to dance and watching as Max tried not to get jealous, his attempt at a smile more of a grimace as if he’d sucked on a lemon but he visibly brightened every time she returned to his side.

It was now Spa. Max’s honorary home Grand Prix. He was Dutch and had always felt more Dutch despite being born in Belgium yet Spa was one of his favourite races. The circuit was iconic and part of the history of Formula 1. It had a famous corner in Eau Rouge that he wished was safer but for the most part he enjoyed his time racing at Spa.

They’d had a long break for the summer and Max had appreciated having the time off to relax and take his mind away from racing. He’d spent time with his family and also gone on holiday to soak in the sun whilst he could. He’d kept in contact with Y/N of course. They’d had video calls late into the night talking or watching a film or anything they could think of, which usually ended with Y/N falling asleep on the other side. She’d even come to Monaco for a few days and had managed to keep it hidden from Christian and Geri somehow. They’d walked around the principality, spending hours sitting by the harbour and they’d eaten ice cream together. He’d laughed when she’d accidentally smeared some on her nose and he’d wiped it off. He’d had a lot of fun.

Now he had to return to racing. He was still battling for the title and he couldn’t let his guard down now. The weather was a different story now, it had not stopped raining since they’d got to Belgium. It wasn’t light rain either. The rain was pelting down.

He’d managed podium places across practice and qualified first for the Grand Prix ahead of a surprise inclusion in George Russell. The Williams driver had done amazingly well and had relegated Lewis Hamilton to third in a much slower car, helping Max as Hamilton was 8 points ahead in the championship.

The day of the Grand Prix came and the weather was no better. The FIA were delaying the race in the hope that the weather would improve and they’d even cancelled the Formula 2 races before them. All the teams stayed sat in the garages trying to keep warm and entertained whilst they waited for more information. Y/N had decided she’d try and be helpful and had been making warm drinks for the team. It was a small thing but it was the least she could do and everyone seemed to appreciate it. She’d just handed steaming cups of tea to her dad and Max’s race engineer, GP and was now on her way over to Max.

“Hey Max” she said with a warm smile “I um, I brought you a cup of tea. I don’t really know if you like it but you looked cold.” She held it out to him with a hopeful look

He glanced at the cup with the brown liquid and at the look of hope in her eyes. He didn’t really like tea even though he’d tried to drink it in the past but she’d been kind enough to think of him so he accepted it.

“Thanks” he said, taking a sip. He still wasn’t really a fan but he tried to drink it and not show that on his face.

“How is it?” She asked

“It’s good, thank you” he said, as convincingly as he could

She smiled though she wasn’t certain she believed him. “You don’t like tea, do you Max?”

His eyes widened at being caught

“Erm… I do” he said, voice wavering at the lie

She gave him a look that said “Really?” and he caved

“Ok fine, I’m not a huge fan of it but I do try to drink it. It’s better than coffee”

“Next time just tell me. It was sweet that you drank it anyway but you don’t have to lie”

They stayed chatting for a little while longer, standing close to each other. Some of the team did double takes at seeing them so near each other but most knew that they were amicable with each other but they didn’t know the extent.

Christian was staring at them suspiciously, watching as Y/N giggled at something Max said and the young Dutchman couldn’t help but join in. There was something about them, something in their behaviour and in their eyes that suggested to Christian that there was more under the surface. He’d been oblivious to it but there were small signs. Then again, he could be reading too much into it. He had no idea. He shook the idea from his mind and concentrated on trying to find out more information about the race.

A few hours later and the information was clear. The race would go ahead but they wouldn’t complete the entire race distance as it was too dangerous. They would instead complete two laps under the safety car to allow the race to be classified.

As a result Max was declared the winner and was awarded 12.5 points. Russell received his first podium in F1 and Hamilton gained 7.5 points for finishing third. Naturally Max would take the extra points and the race win but it wasn’t an entirely satisfactory win as there was no racing. He celebrated the win but felt conflicted by how the race had been run. He felt that the fans had been the best by sticking behind the race even when it looked as though it would not go ahead.

He saw people criticising him for his radio message announcing that his visibility was fine because he was at the front. Of course he recognised that for people behind him the visibility wouldn’t be as good but he was answering a question from GP. He tried to ignore them.

He went back to his hotel feeling exhausted after the long, draining day out in the cold and wet weather. He pulled some warm, dry clothes on and had a chill evening watching a film.

He was excited for the next race, his home Grand Prix and he hoped he could be the first Dutch driver to win it. He’d have to wait and see if a dream could become a reality.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 4

This is the fourth chapter of my Max story. I’m so excited to share this with you as I’ve been looking forward to writing this chapter for a while. Hope you enjoy!

This was it. The British Grand Prix was finally here. Silverstone. The iconic circuit in the county of Northamptonshire had been in Formula One since its beginning in 1950, when it was styled as the World Championship of Drivers. It was the home of British motor racing and it was always a huge event when Formula One was in town.

Max knew coming into the race that he wouldn’t be the fan favourite. As a rival to the home hero, he wasn’t exactly expecting a warm welcome over the course of the weekend. He understood it, the desire to support someone from the same country as yourself. His own fans, The Orange Army, were some of the most passionate in F1 and he was always grateful for their support. It felt good to have fans from his country behind him and to be representing them, doing his country proud. He couldn’t exactly criticise the British fans for their passion even though he knew the boos would be directed at him

Silverstone was Hamilton’s territory, everyone knew that. He even had a part of the track dedicated to him, the Hamilton Straight. In 2019, he’d broken a 52-year-old record for the most wins in the British Grand Prix as an F1 driver and he was now up to seven wins. He was fighting Hamilton in the Brit’s own backyard and it would be no easy feat. Max was never one to back down from a challenge though and this was no exception. He was ready.

They were trialling a new format for the race weekend. They would complete normal qualifying on a Friday and this would set the grid for the sprint race, a race of 18 laps to decide the order of the race. Max wasn’t sure how to feel about the new system. He was trying to stay open minded and he tried to remain focussed on the task at hand. Whatever the format, Max needed to be at his best for the whole weekend. His opinion wasn’t going to help him win the race.

In the normal qualifying, Lewis had qualified first, ahead of Max in second and Bottas in third. Max tried to stay calm, he was sure there’d be opportunities to overtake in the sprint race so long as he kept Valtteri at bay.

Max proved to be correct as he finished the sprint race in first, adding an extra three points to his tally for the season whilst Hamilton received two points for finishing second and Bottas got the final point to complete the top three.

He was pleased with the result of the sprint, naturally. He was in a good place for tomorrow and he hoped that he could continue the good vein of form he’d been having. He still had Hamilton to worry about, his record couldn’t go forgotten and he had the support of Bottas. Unfortunately Sergio hadn’t managed to finish the sprint race and so he’d start from the back. Max would have to do without his help for this race, not that he blamed Checo.

Race day had arrived and contrary to popular belief, it was actually warm and sunny in Britain.

He’d received his first good luck kiss from Y/N when they’d met in his driver’s room just before the race. She’d smiled that same smile she always smiled, the one that told him he could do it. He smiled to himself, he might not be British but the woman he was slowly falling for was. It would be special if he could win her home race. He shook his head, trying not to get ahead of himself.

The time had sped by from then and before he knew it, he was lining up on the grid waiting for the five red lights to go out.

The race began. Max had gotten away well from the line but so had Lewis as they both separated from the rest of the grid. Max got ahead of his rival going through the second turn but he couldn’t relax as the Brit was close behind and coming back. Lewis wasn’t giving him a moment’s reprieve and he was forcing Max to think critically about where he placed his car and how he could defend.

They reached the straight with Max not getting the chance to put his plan into action. Lewis got ahead in the Mercedes, which was normally faster than his Red Bull on straight line speed. He inwardly cursed as they went round to Brooklands but knew he couldn’t lose concentration. He could get ahead again and that’s exactly what he did, seizing the opportunity to take his place back. He blocked out the crowd noise even as they cheered their approval for the close racing.

They reached Copse corner. Hamilton was still fighting to get ahead of Max as Max defended with all his might. Lewis went up the inside of Max, trying to grab an opportunity for himself. His wheel caught the back wheel of Max’s Red Bull, causing it to spin at high speed. The wheel flew off the car as Max was powerless to stop what would be an inevitable crash. He tried to brace himself but the impact was huge as he slammed into the wall. It all went black.

Pain coursed through his body. For a moment that was all he could feel. He ached and he knew he’d been briefly knocked out on impact.

He knew the crash would live long in the memory of the fans and the media. People would argue about the blame and point fingers at him or Lewis.

“Max, are you alright?” Came a voice on the radio

“Yes” he replied, trying to hide the pain he was feeling. It could have been worse. He didn’t think anything was broken or that he had any serious injuries and he would escape with his life. That was more than other drivers before him had got.

He realised the marshals were coming towards him to help him out of the cockpit. He stood and climbed out. He waved slightly to the crowd to assure them of his safety. There was a marshal on either side of him and they put his arms around their shoulders and helped him to walk to the medical car. He tried to ignore the pain and got into the back of the car. He knew he’d be spending time at the medical centre and probably at the hospital too after such a crash.

He’d lost his winning streak. Of course the most important thing was that he was alive, he knew that but he was out. No win, no podium, no points. Every race in the championship mattered and this race was Lewis’ to lose now. He tried to block that from his mind.

Up in the Red Bull garage, Y/N watched the race anxiously. Max and Lewis had been tussling the entire race and whilst it was providing great entertainment for the fans, it was sending her heart racing. They were so close to each other and then it became too close.

She watched the crash as if it was in slow motion. She knew the impact would be immense. Max could be seriously hurt or worse. She brought her hands up to her face as tears of worry welled up in her eyes. She cared a lot for Max. They may have only been together for two weeks, since the Austrian Grand Prix, but he was important to her and she hoped he was safe.

It was as if the Earth had stopped turning for her. They all sat in anticipation as Max’s race engineer, GP, took the radio and asked him if he was ok.

She waited, the nerves building up at the silence. Come on Max, she willed. Please be ok.

“Yes” came the answer and some of the weight lifted from Y/N. He sounded pained and had only given a one word reply but it was enough. He was alive. She allowed herself a relieved breath and hoped no one was looking at her as she wiped a few of her tears away.

She watched as he climbed from the car and waved to the crowd with the marshals assisting him. He was limping, she noticed but she hoped it was nothing serious

Her dad was complaining in the background about the size of the impact, being a 51G crash into the wall in the fast Copse right-hander. He’d been travelling at 180 mph when he’d hurtled into the barrier. Her heart beat faster at that as she knew that G-force of that magnitude was incredibly dangerous. He was so lucky.

Max was transported to the medical centre and assessed by a doctor, who determined that there were no serious injuries or concussion that they could see and he was probably just bruised and battered from the impact. They told him to go to a hospital to be checked despite this in order to be safe and in case they’d missed anything out of their initial assessment.

He was sent to Coventry hospital and was immediately admitted for further precautionary tests. His mind kept wandering to the race. Had Lewis won?

The doctor reasserted what he’d been told at the track. He had no serious injuries or concussion and could be discharged tonight. He was then left alone

Max felt low. He felt so low. He’d been knocked out on the first lap. He’d not got the chance to push for the win really. He’d lead the race of course but it was still pretty much open. Anyone could have won. He hadn’t closed Lewis out so that the Brit had no chance to win. There’d been no time.

Of course he felt angry too. Naturally he’d wanted this race to go his way. He put his heart and soul into everything with Formula One and ever since the karting days when he was little, he’d always wanted to be a world champion. He just had to hope that there wouldn’t be too many occasions like this.

His phone broke him out of his reverie. Christian had brought it when he’d been checked over in the medical centre. The older man had wanted to see for his own eyes how he was and he appreciated it.

He looked at the screen and for the first time since the race, a smile broke out onto his face. It was a small one but a smile nonetheless. Y/N, the screen read. Clicking the answer button, he sat back as the British woman’s face appeared. She was at home, holding a warm cup of tea despite the heat they’d had at the track. She smiled when she saw him.

“Hey” she said softly

“Hey”

“How are you feeling? Are you alright? Sorry that’s a stupid question, of course not. You crashed into a wall at 180 mph” she began to speak faster, the words tumbling from her lips and concern in her eyes.

“Woah, Y/N. Calm down. I’m fine, sore but fine. The doctor says that I’m not seriously injured and I don’t have concussion and that I can be discharged tonight.” He tried to speak soothingly

“Sorry, I freaked out” she took a breath “I’m glad you’re ok, I was so worried”

“It’s fine” he said reassuringly “These things can be scary but you don’t have to worry. I’ll be ok”

She nodded “Need someone to pick you up when you can be discharged?”

“If you don’t mind”

“Of course not. You’re not going back to Monaco straight away are you?”

“I don’t know. I was planning on it but maybe I’ll stay the night and fly home tomorrow”

“That’s a good idea”

There was a silence for a minute until Max spoke again “Lewis won didn’t he?”

“Yeah he did. Charles led for a while after your crash but he had an issue late on and couldn’t defend from Lewis. The same thing as you had nearly happened again. They were lucky to avoid it.”

He nodded. He was sure he’d be seeing loads about the crash and Lewis’ win but at the moment he was just tired. He stayed talking with Y/N for a while and they chatted about different topics, trying to take his mind off it.

Eventually the evening came and he was discharged. Having spent most of the day following the race there, he was quite glad to be leaving but he thanked the staff for their help.

He left the hospital and found Y/N standing by her car, waiting. She threw her arms around him as he got closer, pulling him to her tightly. He sucked in a slightly pained breath. “Sorry!” She said and loosened her grip so that she wouldn’t hurt him. He felt her tears against his neck and he pulled her back to look at her face.

“Don’t cry, schatje” he said gently, wiping her tears

She allowed herself a small smile at him using his native language, Dutch. She’d never heard him speak it and hoped she’d get to hear him speak it more. She assumed the word he’d just said was a pet name of some kind though she didn’t know what it meant.

“What does that word mean?”

“What?” He said

“Schatje” she said carefully, trying to say it how Max had.

He blushed. She must be right, it was surely a pet name. “It means ‘little dear’. Adding je in Dutch makes the meaning smaller”

She smiled now. “Schatje” she repeated again “I like it”

She thought it had a very sweet meaning and she liked having a pet name in his native language. It felt more unique. She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

She cleared her throat, wiping the rest of her tears away and they both climbed into the car. She took him to his hotel where he decided to stay the night. He was so tired and he really didn’t have the energy to get a flight back to Monaco now. It had been a long day. He fell asleep as soon as his eyes closed. One more race and then it was the summer break and he could relax. Hungary here I come was his last thought before he fell into a deep sleep.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader

This is the third chapter of my Max story. Hope you enjoy it! Hope it’s ok that I’m using the same gif btw, it’s just to make my story identifiable as I don’t have a proper name for it yet (If anyone wants to help with that then I’d love that)

The Styrian Grand Prix was upon them, the first of the GPs at the Red Bull Ring in the stunning Austrian mountains surrounding the city of Spielberg. To say Max wanted to win here was an understatement. As a Red Bull driver to win at his team’s home race was always special. He’d done it before in previous seasons but of course he wouldn’t complain about doing it again. Any race was crucial to his championship fight.

Going into the weekend he felt relatively calm as he’d come off the back of a win in France and managed to put the pain of Baku behind him. He hoped that the success of France would continue in the next few races so that he could create a gap to Lewis.

He was looking forward to seeing Y/N again. As promised, they’d kept in contact throughout the week that they’d been separated with Max in Monaco and her in the UK. They texted each other almost daily and Max knew that he was falling for her and falling for her hard.

They’d managed to see each other briefly on Thursday and Friday sharing secret smiles as they both remembered their time in France. Max wasn’t sure what he classed that as. He hoped that it could be considered a date but neither of them had made that clear and he wasn’t going to bring it up. He didn’t even know if she liked him like that.

He shook those thoughts from his mind and tried to focus as qualifying was fast approaching. He couldn’t afford to mess up in qualifying because he’d been preoccupied with thinking about Y/N. If she knew, she wouldn’t thank him for it.

He remembered her words of encouragement, telling him that he was going to smash it in Austria. He smiled to himself about it as he lowered himself into the car and pulled down the visor to shield his eyes. Eyes that were probably shaped like hearts at the moment. He thought of the tingling in his cheek from her kiss last week and smiled harder. He was glad that no one could see his face at the moment.

With that last thought, he readied himself for qualifying, starting the car and waiting for the permission from his mechanic to leave the garage. Wish me luck, he thought as the smiling British woman invaded his mind once again before he shifted concentration to the task at hand and exited the garage, gliding up the pit lane and beginning his laps.

It was a successful session for him and he left the third qualifying session with pole position secured in his grasp for the race. It couldn’t have gone better. He clambered out of the car, pulling off his helmet and balaclava and wiping his sweaty skin with a towel. He knew he couldn’t get complacent as pole wasn’t a guarantee of a win but it was a good start and for that he was happy. He was even happier to do it for his team and hoped that the race would go in his favour.

The next day, Max was fully in race mode, ready to bring home his second win of the triple header. Y/N had sent him a good luck text that morning and told him that he could do it. He took that into the race, his heart warming that she thought of him.

He dominated the race. There was no other way to put it. He was 30 seconds ahead of the other 19 drivers including both Mercedes and his position had not really been challenged. It was an easy race for him, not that he was complaining. He cruised to a third career victory at the Red Bull Ring and slowed down to take the flag and revel in the moment. Two wins out of three in the triple header, maybe Y/N was right.

He stood proudly on the top step, the two Mercedes drivers beside him. He wished that he could have gotten fastest lap and that Checo could be alongside him on the podium and hadn’t had a slow pit stop but he knew that there was no time for what ifs. He’d still won and he had to be grateful for what he’d got. He lifted the trophy high in the air and uncorked his champagne as was tradition, feeling the cold, sticky liquid hit his skin.

Red Bull were impressed with the emphatic win and he thanked the staff for their hard work in making the car so much better than the rest of the grid this weekend. He grinned at Y/N, mouthing ‘you were right’ when he was sure that no one was watching, which she giggled at mouthing back ‘it’s all you’.

When the second Austrian Grand Prix rolled around a week later, Max felt more confident. He’d had success a week prior and whilst he knew he couldn’t get ahead of himself it possible to get the same result

He did just that, qualifying on pole again. He’d faced a surprising threat from the British McLaren driver, Lando Norris, who he knew to be incredibly talented so he remained on his guard. He’d felt tense in the closing stages of qualifying but he’d pushed it down, knowing that the Red Bull had the pace advantage. The slight guilt he felt for denying his friend a first pole in his F1 career vanished when he realised that Sergio had qualified P3. Hamilton was fourth and Bottas fifth, which played into his hands perfectly. If Sergio could hold them off then they’d be onto a winner.

Max had done it again. The triple header had been a huge success for him in his championship battle. He stood on the top step yet again. He’d finished 17 seconds ahead of Bottas in second. Hamilton had finished fourth. He grinned, for two weeks he’d been the king of the Red Bull Ring as their star driver and he’d won dominantly at that. No one had been able to catch up with him

There was a knock on the door of his driver’s room.

He opened it, seeing Y/N and stood aside to let her in. She beamed at him “You did it! Three wins in a row. I knew you could do it, Max.”

“It’s all thanks to you. You encouraged me, told me that Baku was just a one off and you’ve supported me”

“No, it was you. Your talent and resilience. You worked so hard for this Max. I’m so happy for you. I’m proud of you. You deserve this” Her eyes were sincere

Proud. He wasn’t used to hearing that word often. She was proud of him. Impulsively he hugged her, just like she’d done in Baku, drawing her warm body close to his and resting his head in the crook of her neck. Her hand gently stroked his hair.

He pulled back a little from the hug. He looked deeply into her eyes and she looked intensely into his own blue ones. Instinctively they both leaned closer, edging forward slowly until they were inches away. Then Max pressed his lips to her’s softly, his hands moving from her waist to settle in her hair. She began to respond, leaning up on her tiptoes and smiling into it, her arms winding around his neck. They pulled back. Max smiled at her, his hand resting on her cheek and lifting her head so that her eyes would meet his. Their cheeks were flushed red and their hair was mussed.

“I have something to confess” Max said, the nerves rising. It was an unusual feeling, he never got nervous. He took fear in his stride but this was different. “I like you. A lot. As more than a friend. If you feel the same then I’d really like to see how this could progress.”

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. She looked lost for words. He took her silence as a rejection and visibly deflated. It stung. He’d hoped she’d feel the same. He opened his mouth but had no idea what he could say. Please ground, he begged, swallow me up. He closed his eyes, sighing

What he didn’t expect was for a pair of soft lips to touch his. His eyes flew open briefly to check that he wasn’t dreaming but closed once more when he realised it was reality. Her hand rested on his bearded cheek, cupping his face as the other rested on his chest.

“So I take it this means you feel the same way?” He asked cheekily, winking.

“Where did you get that idea? Do you think I just go around kissing people Max?” She replied rolling her eyes fondly and shaking her head. She returned to seriousness though “I like you too Max. A lot. I’d love to see where this goes.”

That was it, this eclipsed all race weekends and he’d had some brilliant ones in his career. He was so happy

He kissed her again, unable to resist and she giggled. She felt content, like nothing would ruin her happiness. Her home race was next, Silverstone, and from what her dad said and what she’d seen, it was always an amazing event. She couldn’t wait to see for herself in two weeks time and she hoped that Red Bull, particularly Max, got good results there. Those were thoughts for another day though and so she pushed them from her mind, basking in the comfort of Max’s arms.

“What will dad say?” She laughed, the thought popping into her head.

Max shuddered slightly, paling. Ordinarily he wasn’t scared of Christian and the two men got along very well but he was beginning a relationship with the man’s daughter and he wasn’t certain that his driving abilities would save him from a certain death at the Brit’s hands if he ever found out. People saw him as Red Bull and Christian’s starboy, the favourite, but things could change.

“Maybe we should keep it on the lowdown for a bit. I quite like being alive at the moment.”

“That’s probably for the best” she agreed. Her dad didn’t have to know yet, they’d only just gotten together and who knew how he’d react. If they stayed together for a while then they’d have to tell him but certainly not yet. She could only imagine his reaction.

They spent the rest of the evening at the hotel, a film playing on the screen and quiet conversation between the two of them filling the room as they relaxed from the day. The bubble would be burst when they both had to fly home but they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

It was done though. They didn’t have to hide their feelings for each other anymore and they were excited to see the new challenges they lay ahead with this dynamic.

They felt like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders and they slept with smiles on their faces.

A new chapter of their tale had begun. All it needed was the events to fill it.

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader

This is the second chapter to my first F1 fan fiction. I want to apologise for taking so long to write it but December was busy with uni deadlines and Christmas. Then I’ve been working. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Hopefully I can write Chapter 3 soon as well

It had been two weeks since Max and Y/N had last seen each other and to say that both of them were not in the slightest excited to see each other again would be a massive lie.

In between training, factory visits and other Red Bull duties, Max found his mind wandering towards Y/N, so much so that he missed the question the interviewer asked him about the race weekend that they were going into.

Ah yes, Baku. The circuit in the Azerbaijani capital that was famed for being quite a dangerous one. Crashes and accidents were frequent. He remembered the crash he’d had himself with Daniel back in 2018 when they’d been teammates. Daniel had gone straight into the back of him trying to overtake and he vividly remembered the wrath that both of them had faced from Christian Horner. The same Christian Horner who’s daughter he was thinking about.

He chastised himself wondering what on Earth he was getting himself into. He’d met her for little over ten minutes and she’d had this much of an effect on him. He blinked and tried to banish her from his mind, at least for the remainder of the press conference, so that he didn’t make more of a fool of himself.

He successfully navigated the rest of the interview with no further hitches and quickly left after being dismissed to return to the Red Bull garage, where as luck would have it, Y/N Horner was standing.

She turned, sending him a bright smile that he couldn’t help but return. He decided that he’d go and talk to her but the universe clearly had other ideas as at that moment her father called for him. He cursed Christian inwardly but went to him anyway, hoping that he’d be quick. He wasn’t.

He’d only had time for small smiles since as he was either driving in free practice or trying to help the team optimise his car for qualifying. Qualifying came and went in a chaotic manner as his fellow drivers crashed leading to numerous red flags. He qualified third behind his title rival Lewis Hamilton, which wasn’t ideal but he’d always said that he’d rather qualify third than second because you could slipstream the leader which happened to be Charles Leclerc.

With that in mind he felt quietly confident about the race, which aged well in hindsight. He’d watched as Hamilton easily got past Leclerc on lap two, hoping that he could do the same. Lap 7 came and he’d seized his opportunity to get past the Ferrari and chase down Lewis and Sergio had done the same. It was all going so well and it got even better when Hamilton had a slow stop under the yellow flag. Max was leading the Azerbaijan Grand Prix and he even stayed ahead of Lewis after his own pit with Sergio to back him up. He and Sergio were showing great teamwork.

Max was in the line for the race win. He was first. This victory was surely his. Then his tyre blew as he was travelling down the main straight. He crashed into the wall at 200mph. The impact was huge. All he cared about was the result. He was out. His lead was gone and it could be Hamilton’s. He needed this win, it couldn’t go to his championship rival. Anger coursed through him. There was a red flag and he clambered out of the cockpit, kicking his tyre in frustration and storming away. The marshals told him to get into the medical car and he had no choice but to do so despite wanting to go to the garage.

After his checks, he finally went to the garage with his head down low, not wanting to look at the staff. He could’ve won. They all looked at him sympathetically. He went to his driver’s room with the frustration still prevalent

A few minutes later there was a knock. Max sighed, not feeling like facing anyone, until he heard a voice.

“Max, it’s me. Y/N. Can I come in?”

Max got up and opened the door, finding Y/N in front of him. She gave him a small smile and entered. He looked at her, a hint of curiosity in his eyes wondering what she wanted.

“How do you feel?” She asked “That was a big impact, I wanted to see if you were ok”

“I’m fine. A little sore but mostly fine.” He tried to send her a smile, appreciating the concern.

“Good. I’m sorry about the result, you really deserved that win.”

“Yeah, it was frustrating. I led for so long only to get a puncture. I feel like I let everyone down. I should be on the podium with a stronger lead in the championship but instead I’m here feeling sorry for myself.”

“You didn’t let anyone down” she told him firmly “why would you say that? It’s not your fault that the tyre blew”

“I know but I was so close to the end. The victory was mine and it got messed up. The team work so hard and spend so much time improving the car but it’s still not enough” his voice broke at the end of it and he flushed, embarrassed. He didn’t know why he was telling her all of this but she was a comforting presence and it was all bubbling over.

She surprised herself and him with her next move. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a fierce hug, holding him tightly. She blushed and went to let go, shocked but Max held on. Tears slipped down his cheeks in a rare display of vulnerability and he tried to whip them away without her noticing. He barely knew her and he was crying in front of her. He never cried.

“It’s ok to cry Max, you’re frustrated and upset. Don’t be ashamed” her voice was soothing as she gently rubbed his back. “You’ll be back stronger for the triple header. I’m sure of it. This is just bad luck and it’s out of your control but you’ve got this. Trust me” He did, for someone he didn’t really know he trusted her a lot and so he allowed her to comfort him and allowed his vulnerability to show.

“Who won?” Came his hoarse voice

“Checo” she told him, smiling softly

Max smiled slightly, happy for his teammate despite his own misfortune. The Mexican had supported him as best as he could throughout the race and he was pleased that he’d managed to get his first win for Red Bull.

“And Hamilton?”

“He finished 15th. They restarted the race after your crash and he locked up and went straight . His brakes were smoking like crazy. Sergio had a great start and was able to hold off everyone else. The podium was him, Vettel and Gasly”

“That’s amazing. Thank you for checking on me. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. I can see why my dad likes you Max.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, interested

“Yeah” she smiled mysteriously, glad to see that he’d cheered up slightly. “I should probably go, dad’s probably wondering where I am. You can always come and find me if you need me though. Actually…” she paused, rummaging through her bag before pulling out a scrap of paper and a pen. She scribbled on it and handed it to him. “My number if you ever want to talk.”

“Thanks” he said watching her smile before she left. Max grabbed his phone from his bag, typing in her number and a message, feeling better than when he’d first come here and with that he decided that he’d better go and congratulate Checo and thank him for trying to help.

That was Baku. It was now the French Grand Prix

He’d tried to banish any thought of the previous race weekend from his mind. He knew it wasn’t good to be hung up on the past especially when he was in a tough battle for the title with a seven time world champion.

He’d managed to mostly brush away thoughts about the race itself but the one thing that lingered in his mind was Y/N. He remembered how she’d comforted him, gently reassuring him that he was not to blame and that he’d be back stronger. He remembered how her warm body had felt encased in his arms after she’d impulsively hugged him. He remembered the whiff of floral perfume that he’d smelt as he breathed in, it was light and subtle but he noticed it. He wished that they could have stayed like that forever, a thought that tinged his pale skin red. What was wrong with him?

They’d been texting a lot for the two weeks in between Baku and France and he found himself quietly hoping that something would come of this.

Y/N had been right, he thought, as he stood on the top step of the podium. He’d come back stronger in France, effectively using a two stop pit strategy to gain the tyre advantage over Lewis. On the penultimate lap he got past his championship rival on faster tyres and the victory had been his. He saw her as he stood on the podium. She was in the crowd with Christian and Geri, beaming up at him as if to say “I knew you could do it”. The whole Red Bull team were going crazy but all he saw was her and that’s when he knew he was in trouble. He’d known her for a month now but he felt a connection with her. He was a little ashamed at how easily she’d charmed him but deep down he knew he didn’t care all that much.

Following the usual champagne celebration, he climbed down from the podium and went straight to his team. He accepted their congratulations with a smile and his eyes fell on her.

“Well done Max” she told him with a bright smile. She knew he could do it

He smiled in reply, desperately trying to hide his blush particularly as Christian was looking right at them. “Thank you, Y/N” he said, clearing his throat so that his voice came out normally.

He made an exit and headed back to his hotel briefly before deciding that he felt like doing something this evening. Nothing too taxing as he was tired but just something chilled and fun. He texted Y/N asking if she wanted to join him for a few games of bowling and a meal which she accepted. He smiled at her reply, looking forward to it.

He quickly dressed, nothing too fancy just a casual shirt and some jeans but he made sure that his hair lay smoothly and wasn’t sticking out like it did after a race. He spritzed some cologne and headed for the lobby of the hotel where he had agreed to meet Y/N.

He was unprepared for the beauty that awaited him when she stepped out of the lift. She too was casual in a blouse and jeans but she still looked effortlessly beautiful. Her smile shone brightly as she saw him and approached and Max couldn’t help but smile back. It was infectious.

“Hey” she said grinning

“Hey, shall we go?” He asked

She nodded and they set off to his car as he of course had offered to drive. He loved to drive even in a normal road car and he was planning to try and impress her with his speed. He realised he would be showing off but he couldn’t help it.

She loved it however, laughing as he accelerated through southern France. “Are you trying to impress me Max?” She asked teasingly

He blushed, embarrassed that she’d figured out his plan and tried to think of a reply but he couldn’t so he just laughed brushing it off as best as he could.

They arrived at the bowling alley as they’d decided it was best to do this first. They got the bowling shoes and chose an alley, sorting everything out.

She turned to him “I love bowling. Hope you’re prepared for a challenge Max. I won’t go easy on you” she smirked

“Y/N I’m so good at bowling, you need to watch out. This will be my crown”

“Oh it’s on Verstappen. We will see about that”

Their competitive nature had come out in full force and they were both teasing and trash talking each other, trying to put the other off. They were having a lot of fun along the way of course, laughing and joking when the other missed the pins or didn’t knock down many and then gloating when they got a strike.

It had come down to the wire in their final game before they’d leave and have dinner. They were level on points so everything counted. Max bowled first, knocking down a respectable 7 pins. He then bowled a further two pins, narrowly missing the final pin, which he wasn’t pleased about. He tried again on his final throw but still missed. He heard her giggle, which ordinarily he would like but competitive Max was complaining that he might lose. Now he was focused on distracting Y/N so that he could win. He tried everything but no such luck. She bowled a perfect strike and had already won and her next two bowls also went well. She’d won.

She turned to him grinning “Well what can I say?” She teased “I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you”

He rolled his eyes as the competitive side of him simmered down. “I’ll beat you next time”

“Next time?”

“I have to get my revenge don’t I?” He winked

She laughed “I guess another win for me couldn’t hurt.” She’d enjoyed the evening so far and was looking forward to the meal.

They found a small, cosy looking restaurant and decided to enter sitting in the corner inconspicuously. They spent the rest of the night teasing each other about the bowling but also talking about other things like their childhoods and experiences, becoming even closer.

When they’d finished their meal and closing time was upon them they left thanking the staff for the nice food. In similar fashion to their arrival, Max sped home, enjoying her excitement at the fast pace. He pulled up to the hotel and walked her to her room, feeling sad that their night had to end.

She smiled at him, opening the door. “I had a lot of fun tonight Max. I’d love to do it again if you have some time free. Congratulations on the win again, I knew you’d bounce back after Baku. I believed in you”

He was touched, it meant a lot to hear that she believed in him and had faith in him. “Thank you, I had a great time. Can’t wait for next week in Austria. Text me in the meantime?”

“Of course I will. It’s our track next week, I’m sure you’ll smash it” her eyes were sincere

He flushed shyly “Thanks Y/N. I’d better go anyway. Sleep well” he went to leave but she grabbed his hand to pull him back.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, her soft lips warm against his pale skin “Night Max, see you soon”

“Yeah see you” he said slightly in a trance. He waited until she shut the door before he pressed his hand to his cheek that was still tingling. Jesus Max, he chided himself, you’re acting like a lovesick idiot. He probably looked so strange to outsiders, standing with his hand to his red cheeks with a small smile gently tugging at the corners of his lips. He shook his head and headed back to his room, knowing he had to wake up early to return home tomorrow. He couldn’t help but feel slightly sad about that but he cheered himself up knowing that he would see her again in a week and then see her the week after that. He couldn’t wait. The realisation was hitting him more and more every time he saw her. He, Max Verstappen, had a large crush on Y/N Horner. The driver and the boss’ daughter. He hoped it would end better than it sounded.

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I have finally finished my second chapter of my Max story and it will be published tomorrow 😂 I’m so sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy regardless and thanks for your patience

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I just want to say thank you all so much for the support with the first chapter of my Max story. I really didn’t expect to get this many people liking it and I really appreciate it, it’s made me so happy so thank you so much.

I hope to be able to write a chapter soon. I have one more uni deadline and of course Christmas and things but I will try and write one when I can because I really enjoyed writing the first one and I want you guys to be able to enjoy the next part and find out what happens next on Max and Y/N’s journey

But from the bottom of my heart thank you, you’ve made me so happy. I was grinning at my phone seeing people like it and reblog and comment on it!

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader

Hope you enjoy, this is my first F1 fanfiction! Let me know what you think. I want to say a massive thank you to @harleysarchive for helping me work some things out in regards to this, check out her amazing stories! Will try and make this a series

The lights were dimmed and the music blared as people celebrated the race weekend. It had been a successful one for Red Bull with Max coming home first in the Monaco Grand Prix and Sergio had narrowly missed out on a podium, finishing fourth.

The Austrian team had decided that a party was in order especially now that Max was leading the drivers’ championship and so the room was full of Red Bull drivers, past and present alongside staff members and some other guests that had been brought along. The team weren’t particularly picky and welcomed anyone to the celebration so long as they were up for a good time.

It was here that the race winner stood, talking to his former teammate and close friend, Daniel Ricciardo. With a drink in their hands the two chatted away about anything, laughing and joking with each other.

It was during this that something, or rather someone, caught Max’s eye causing the Dutchman to lose focus on what Daniel was telling him. This drew the Australian’s attention and he smirked when he saw what Max was looking at.

“Someone caught your eye mate?” He said teasingly, waggling his eyebrows

“Shut up Daniel” Max replied, embarrassed to have been caught

“Come on mate, you can’t deny it. I saw you staring. Spill”

His friend sighed “Alright, who’s that girl standing with Christian? I was looking at her”

Daniel guffawed “That’s Y/N. Christian’s daughter.”

“Shit, that’s his daughter? No way, she’s beautiful. I didn’t recognise her.”

There was good reason for this. Y/N Horner rarely attended races with her father anymore. He vaguely remembered meeting her when he’d first joined Red Bull from Toro Rosso at 18 and he hadn’t seen much of her since. She’d changed a lot in the six years between and he was sure he had too.

She was always busy when he visited the factory in Milton Keynes and the rest of the time Max was in Monaco or at races.

Christian had been going around the room with his daughter introducing her to people and he was now walking towards Max and Daniel.

“Hi Max, Daniel. This is my daughter Y/N. I don’t suppose either of you have seen much of her for a while. Y/N, this is Max Verstappen. I think you might have met a while ago. He’s our race winner and current championship leader. What a talent he is. This is Daniel Ricciardo, he used to drive for us a few years ago if you remember?”

Max offered her a smile “Hi, it’s been a long time.”

“It has, it’s nice to properly meet the famous Max that dad’s always mentioning. He mostly says good things.” She winked

“Only mostly? Well I’m sure I can set the record straight with the bad things.”

“Can Daniel back you up on that?” She said teasingly looking at the Australian

“Well nobody’s perfect right?”

“So what you’re saying is that the bad things are true?”

“Depends but I’m sure they can be explained. Right Max?” The McLaren driver joked, trying to be a good wingman to his former teammate

“Yeah I mean they’re probably just misunderstandings”

“I’d be interested in hearing the stories behind them one day then” she said flirtily, smiling “I think I’d better go though, it was nice seeing you both again.”

Y/N allowed Christian to lead her away to be introduced to other people and Max couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He’d enjoyed talking to her and found her humour and friendliness refreshing.

Daniel noticed his disappointment and decided to tease him because of course he did. This was Daniel and that was his brand. “Is my company not enough for you Max? You know I’m hurt, I really am. You’ve spoken to her for what, ten minutes, and you already prefer talking to her over me. Six years we’ve known each other Max.” He was really going for the dramatics, placing his hand over his heart in fake pain.

“I never said I preferred talking to her over you Daniel, that’s your words.”

“She was properly flirting with you though mate. You’re playing a dangerous game here being interested in Christian’s daughter. Be careful, I know he likes you but you do want to have a seat at the end of this year.” Daniel cautioned his friend, he could see the beginnings of chemistry between them in the short interaction and he wanted Max to be happy but Christian Horner was sometimes unpredictable so he wanted Max to be on his guard.

“I know but I mean we’ll see where it goes. I’m surprised Christian didn’t say anything to be honest. It’s like he didn’t even realise what was going on.”

“Alright mate, just warning you”

“I appreciate it mate but let’s just enjoy the party right?”

“Cheers to that” agreed the Aussie

Max spared one final look at Y/N who was standing with her father, smiled to himself and then turned to Daniel to finish the conversation they’d been having before Y/N had arrived quietly hoping that there wouldn’t be six years between this and their next interaction.

#f1 imagines #f1 imagine #formula 1 #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #red bull racing

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You’re welcome and I can definitely tell that you’re enjoying writing it as it’s coming through with the way you write! It has for me yeah I think I’m getting the backstory and I would absolutely love another sneak peek of chapter 4! I’m so excited to read the next chapter

Ahh that’s so exciting too! I can’t wait to see what your ideas are!!

Hey I just wanted to say I’m absolutely loving The Three of Us! It’s so good and it’s really well written. I love the concept as well and I was so happy to see you’d posted another chapter. I just love the dynamics between Max, the reader, Daniel and Horner (and the way Max told Jos where to go and the way the backstory was fleshed out) also Kaia sounds so cute so yeah keep it up! I also loved The Ambassador’s Daughter as well as that was another great concept! 😊❤️

Thank you so much baby!!! I love the dynamic between everyone too it’s really been great to write!!! I’m hoping the way I’ve gone about explaining the backstory has made sense!!! Would y’all like another sneak peek of chapter 4?

I actually have some ideas for a part 2 of The Ambassador’s Daughter!

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Always the bridesmaid, never the bride (A Timo Werner imagine) Part 2

The date had finally arrived for their meet-up and both were feeling excited to see each other again. It was a warm day, odd for London, and the pair felt that the bright morning sun held a lot of promise for what awaited them.

Timo had kept his cards close to his chest and not revealed where they would be spending the day and what they would be doing, which admittedly made Y/N quite apprehensive. It left her fretting in the morning about whether she’d dressed up enough as he’d not told her to dress up in his texts.

She needn’t have worried, she found out later when they eventually arrived at their destination. A big smile graced her lips as she exited Timo’s car, realising where she was. The botanical gardens. Neatly cultivated plants stretched as far as the eye could see in an array of striking colours and shapes. A water fountain gently spurted nearby providing some ambience to the otherwise quiet atmosphere. She grinned.

Y/N could honestly say that this was not what she expected when she agreed to meet up with Timo but she wasn’t complaining. A day spent in the company of beautiful plants and a man that she was interested in getting to know. It sounded delightful.

She didn’t think that this would be Timo’s scene though. From the very little she knew of him she doubted that spending a day walking around looking at plants was what he classed as fun so she was surprised that he’d brought her here as opposed to meeting for a coffee or something. She supposed that she had only met him once properly although they had been texting in the meantime.

They set off around the gardens regardless after buying their tickets and Y/N came into her element, excitedly telling her companion about different plants when they came to them and reeling off facts that she knew about them. He found this endearing however, loving her passionate rambling on a topic that she was clearly knowledgeable about. A spark was in her eyes as she did so and he thought that she looked beautiful. He took a photo of her at her request as she smiled cheerfully at the camera in front of a flower bed. The blossoms on display paled in comparison to her beauty, beauty that the camera on his phone failed to do justice. God he fancied her and he barely knew her really. He smiled to himself knowing that his teammates would most likely tease him if they knew how he felt but he didn’t care. He’d never felt like this before with someone he’d only recently met.

He sent her the photo and then they continued their walk around the peaceful gardens chatting quietly in their quest to get better acquainted with each other. The German reached out, brushing his hand against her softly and she took it, interlacing their fingers and acting as though everything was normal even though she was screaming on the inside. His hands were warm as they enveloped her’s and she smiled to herself, glancing down to see the size difference between her delicate hands and his larger ones.

“Timo” she asked, breaking the silence. There was something on her mind that she wanted answering.

“Hmm” he hummed in response, turning his head towards her.

“Why did you bring me here?” She rushed to continue before he could misunderstand “Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a great time. I’m loving it here but I didn’t think that this would be something that would interest you”

The German smiled to himself before replying “I knew you would like it here, the way you spoke about flowers, plants and your job when we met made me think that this would be something you’d enjoy,” he blushed “And… I wanted to impress you but actually I’m enjoying myself. It’s really peaceful here and it’s great to hear your knowledge and passion about all of the plants”

Y/N was stunned. When she’d left the house she’d wondered whether this meet-up was a date or just something between friends and now he’d admitted to wanting to impress her. What did that mean? Did he want to impress her so she’d go out with him? She was so confused.

“You wanted to impress me? Why?”

“Because…” he took a deep breath “I like you Y/N as a bit more than friends, I have since the wedding and I know that we’ve not known each other long but I really want to get to know you”

“So is this a date?” She asked curiously, wanting to know his answer

He flushed and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand nervously. “Erm… I… if you want it to be” he stuttered.

She squeezed his hand and leaned up to kiss his bearded cheek softly. “I want it to be” she whispered, grinning at the look of happiness in his brown eyes.

“Anyway come on Mr Romantic,” she teased “we should finish up here and go and get some food I think. I’m starving” She tried to appear confident in spite of what had just occurred. It was no longer a friendly meet-up, she was on a date with the charming footballer and that made her nervous. She liked him and she didn’t want to scare him off by saying the wrong thing.

Timo blushed at the nickname he’d be called but nevertheless agreed, walking hand in hand with her to the exit and driving to a small Italian restaurant in the city. It was beautiful and the food was even better and the two spent many hours there, laughing and joking with each other. In fact, they’d gotten along so well and the hours had flown past so quickly that they only left when the staff were closing up the restaurant.

Timo drove her home, both feeling disappointed that their day together was coming to an end but they knew it would happen at some point. It was inevitable. It had been a long day and they’d thoroughly enjoyed it but all good things must come to an end. They were both tired and it was late

He walked her to her door. “I had a really nice time today Y/N. I’d love to do it again, if you’d like to” he was still nervous about her answer despite the day they’d had

“Of course I would, I really enjoyed today. Just text me and we’ll sort something” she smiled at him and he thought it was beautiful.

“Great… well I should go” he said reluctantly

“Wait!” She said, looking surprised at herself for stopping him

He looked at her curiously but didn’t get a chance to query it as she leaned in and kissed him, catching him off guard. He froze, his mind trying to process what was happening before he kissed her back, his arms sliding around her waist. Her’s went round his neck before they pulled apart, blushing but happy.

“I’ll see you soon, schatz” He sent her a soft smile and pressed a kiss to her cheek before they let go of each other. She watched his silhouette walk back to his car, smile threatening to split her cheeks in happiness. Closing the door one thought stuck in her mind: I really can’t wait to see him again.

Hope everyone enjoyed this next part! Sorry for the long wait. Any feedback is appreciated

#football one shot #footballer imagine #football imagine #timo werner imagine #timo werner #chelsea #chelsea fc

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Haha I’m sorry, it was cruel of me ik 😂😂

Leon Goretzka or Hector Bellerin 😉😂 I’m sorry 😂😂

Rosie!!!! Hahaha, okay, Hector Bellerin! Because I miss him so much!

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Ahh thank you so much!! I loved this, it was adorable and exactly what I had in mind. Thank you for writing it! You did a great job as usual and it was so sweet to see Mason worrying and stressing about his son ❤️

Hey if you’re taking requests please could you write one with Mason Mount where your child is sick and he’s really worried about them and is panicking even though it’s something minor that all kids get like a cold or sickness bug and you’re finding it sweet, trying to reassure him because it shows how much he adores his child and what a good dad he is

"Are you sure we shouldn't call a doctor or an ambulance?" your gaze lifts to Mason and you sigh realising he's serious.

"Mason" you sigh lowering your head again to the baby in your arms who has just fallen asleep taking a break from that cold that has been keeping his energy low for a couple of days. To let him rest you carry him to his room, covering him with his blanket and almost tripping over Mason after turning to leave the room.

"Okay sit down" it was since the first sneeze had started that Mason had turned into a spring of worry and panic. He was jumping from one side of the house to the other worried about the baby, looking for what he could do to make him feel better; the sad look constantly on his face looking at the little one when he was sure he wasn't looking at him back.

"It's just a flu Mase, you just need to give it time to pass. I know you're worried but you can't stress yourself out like this over something all kids get and not just once" he sighs running his hands over his face. He knows this, he knows this but he can't tell his brain to calm down.

Seeing his baby cry over the medicine, his eyes bright and tired, hearing him cough, it makes his heart clench. He knows it's a temporary thing and that from one day to the next he will regret all the energy he will regain, but the weight he feels on his chest is really overwhelming. He doesn't want to see his child sick, whether it's because of a simple flu or something else.

And he can't do anything, he can't concentrate on training, thinking about what he'll find when he gets home; even though you update him practically every half hour, he can't help thinking that you're hiding something from him so that he doesn't worry when he's away. He even went so far as to think about not showing up so he could be with him and make sure with his own eyes that it wouldn't get worse, but you kind of read his mind by forcing him to take that bag and go out every day.

"It's just hard to see him like this" he murmurs as you smile softly, it's true that you discover other sides of yourself and others as time goes on. You'd never seen Mason so apprehensive, sure he'd worried about you in the past when you weren't well but his concern for his son was on a whole other level. He'd cuddle him, read him a story after making sure he covered him with a blanket, his huge hand was on his tiny forehead so often to sense even the slightest change in temperature. And then there was the time when he would panic, where he was convinced that the baby wasn't getting any better, and it was up to you to calm him down. Daddy Mason wasn't perfect, but he was your absolute favourite.

"Mase" you call back to him, resting a hand on his leg that won't stop bouncing, him looking at you sorry. "Do you wanna go see him?"

"Yes please" you get up from the couch holding out a hand towards him at his pleading tone, his hand immediately linking with yours getting up in turn. And you arrive in front of his cot, quietly so as not to wake him, the baby's cheeks are slightly red but at least he's resting now.

"He'll be better I promise" you leave a kiss on his cheek hugging him as best you can from behind, for once he's the one who needs to be held.

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