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#5

Hello !!!

I have another request for you :)

Can you write something where the reader and Max F are childhood best friends, they are like very close always cuddly around each other’s and they are not hiding it from everyone their friends, the fans… everyone are happy and they want them together

Thanksss :)

Hi Anon! This is such a cute prompt but don't worry... I got your other two asks as well and they're in the fic! I answered them here: 2nd ask and 3rd ask

❤️😬 hope you enjoy

My Best Friend - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 2123 words (thats a nice number) // tw swearing, tw death (reader's parents specifically), tw feelings of abandoment. just a little bit though (if i missed any other warnings please let me know and i'll put them in)

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This was weird. Well, it was weird for a 7-year-old who knew nothing about cars, standing next to a go-kart track. The hustle and bustle of so many people, adults and kids, was overwhelming so I stuck to my dad’s side like a parasite.

My older brother had been interested in maybe racing so the whole family had packed up for the day and gone down to the local track to see what the fuss was all about and talk to the people who actually knew what was going on. In my mind, it was the most boring thing ever.

That was until a very kind lady offered for us to sit with them when it started raining and I had met my future best friend, Max Fewtrell.

It was basically like having two families growing up. If I wasn’t with my mom and dad at an event, you were sure to find me with the Fewtrell’s, usually with Max but if he was busy, I could be found with Aunty Louise.

She had been the one to tell me that my mother had passed away while I was staying at their house and she’d let me cry on her shoulder for hours. I was maybe 9 at the time, but she never told me to ‘be a big kid’ about the situation. And of course, Max was there for me too, fetching his hidden stash of sweets to share with me on the car ride to my house.

As an adult, when the doctors had told my brother and I that Dad had succumb to his injuries, Aunty Louise had been the first person I had called.

“Anything you need, darling,” she said again. “You let me know. You and Danny can stay with us for a few days if being at home is too much.”

I had thanked her over and over.

But when it came down to it, I found myself outside Max’s place. Without saying a word, Max had let me inside and I fell asleep that night with his arms around me as the grief took hold once again.

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“Why don’t we go away for a bit?”

I looked up from my laptop at my best friend. Ok, friend maybe wasn’t the right word to use. Our relationship had grown to more than friend but it wasn’t a real relationship. We were each other’s safety nets; the place you always go back to. I had tried dating someone else once, awhile ago now, but it had never felt right; I never even kissed that person.

Not that I’d kissed Max. But he was someone I’d cuddled on the couch with countless times. Fallen asleep with in the same bed. I had held his hand the first time I’d tagged along to a Grand Prix and didn’t let go till we were back at the hotel. Oh, and there was that one time when I had accidentally seen him butt naked.

Plus, after some slightly ambiguous photos on Instagram, all his fans had decided that we were dating. Wish he would’ve told me that first.

“Go where?” I countered his question with a question.

“I don’t know, literally anywhere but here,” Max said sitting down next to me at his dining room table that we’d never eaten dinner at.  “Just for a week. We go away, we have some fun and come back home.”

“Aren’t you busy like all of the time?”

“I can make one week free to go away with my best friend.”

Max was smiling but he was serious. He had almost a puppy dog look in his eyes, pleading me to agree to his plan. That had never ended well in the past.

“Fine,” I sighed. “If you organise it all, I’ll go with.”

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68 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

He is my guilty pleasure tbh

77 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

Bestie a thought has popped into my mind 🫢 max fewtrell as a dad to a baby girl. Do what you will with that please 😏

tinfoilhat, my love, my darling. Yes please and thank you. Hope you enjoy 😋❤️

Wrapped Around Her Finger - Max Fewtrell

female first person pov (not really but the reader is the one who carried) // 736 words // very fluff! Little bit of flirting from Max at the end.

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Old wives’ tales say that little girls are sent to be their father’s penance but also their greatest treasure. And our little girl was no exception.

Even before Emily was born, Max was in love. Despite the fact that he’d been convinced that Emily was a boy. Always cooing over my belly. Telling me all the things that they were going to do together. All the places they would go.

When the nurse had walked in with that pink blanket and max had held Emily in his arms for the first time, it was all over for him. She had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

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“Emily, love. It’s time for your bath.”

I open the door to the ‘games room.’ Max sits in his racing sim with our daughter on his lap, her small hands on the steering wheel. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, so she doesn’t notice how one of Max’s hands holds the bottom of the steering wheel, gently guiding her back onto the track.

“Come now, race car drivers. Bath time,” I encourage them, with little result.

“We have one more lap,” Max says. “Come watch.”

With a sigh and a smile, I stand behind the pair. All Emily really knows about racing is go fast and finish first, which she does every time thanks to her dad.

“She’s pretty good, babe,” Max says, as they dodge the barriers. “We should get her in a go-kart.”

“Maybe if she asks nicely, she can have a go in Uncle Lando’s F1 car.”

At the of sound Uncle Lando’s name, Emily giggles. As much as Max spoils her, Lando spoils her just as much. Emily need only smile and he’s buying all the toys out of the gift shop.

“It’s not a bad idea actually,” Max teases.

“Absolutely not,” I reply firmly.

Emily squeals in delight as the chequered flag falls.

“Ok, now it really is bath time,” I say, scooping up the now pouting girl.

“I’ll be right there. Just need to switch off here.” Max’s voice follows us out.

I simply hum my acknowledgement as we walk away.

Emily is only just in the water when Max comes in.

“Daddy!” She calls and reaches out to him. She looks so much like him, especially her kind but naughty smile. A smile that has gotten Max out of many arguments with me.

“Hello, my love.” Max crouches down. “What are all these toys doing in the water?”

I just sit back and watch.

“They’re having a bath like me, Daddy!” Emily giggles.

“But you’re not bathing, you’re just sitting there!”

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81 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#2

Not sure if you will write this one but… Max giving massage to his gf, because she has a sore neck and shoulders. I mean he was/is formula driver he has to know all the magic touches

This spoke to me on a spiritaul level becuase I am in desperate need of a massage. Thank you so much for this prompt Anon! ❤️

The Magic Touch - Max Fewtrell

Gender neutral first person POV // 742 words // Fluff with a tiny hint of something smexual but not really // Warning for one F-bomb

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I sighed to myself and run my fingers long the back of my neck. My muscles were so tight. I knew that there was a good reason for the stress levels I’d been having – between work, family drama and worry over my boyfriend’s travels – I had enough things to keep me stressing for a whole year.

But Max was coming home tonight. That would hopefully be one less thing to be anxious about and maybe the knots in my neck and shoulders would ease up a little.

One can only hope.

~

I sat on the bed, watching as Max unpacked his bags. Unpacked is a gracious way of putting it though. He was flinging clothes into what he thought were organised piles of ‘clean’ and ‘dirty’.

“But the last event was really good. We meet a lot of people and we got to see some old friends so that was really nice.” He continued on telling me about all the places he’d been to and what nonsense they’d gotten up to. All the things that the cameras didn’t show the public.

“Is this the one where you sent me the selfie of you and Niran?”

He seemed to ponder on it as he tossed his bag aside before climbing onto the bed next to me.

“I think so… I’ll have to see the picture and tell you.”

I smiled as I breathed in the smell of his cologne, so familiar and home-like, but winced as I turned my head too quickly and felt my muscles strain.

“Babe, what was that?”

‘Try play it off cool.’

“Oh nothing, my neck is just a bit stiff that’s all. Nothing to worry about,” I said with a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on.

Max’s eyes flickered all over, trying to gage what was really happening.

“Can I give you a massage?”

The request took me a little by surprise.

“Aren’t you tired though? Don’t you want to sleep?”

In answer, he simply tucked his fingers under the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then shifting so that he sat behind me, Max placed a delicate kiss on my skin.

“I can sleep later; this is more important to me.”

His hands were strong yet his skin was still soft. Max pressed his thumbs down near the base of my neck, gently making little circles as he did.

I couldn’t help but let my head tilt forward and my urge to argue with him faded quickly.

Slowly but surely, Max pressed a bit harder, pushing down on the knots, willing them to leave by shear will power. His fingers danced along my shoulders – the light touches almost made me giggle – before massaging harder again.

Although I was biting my tongue as best I could, a small moan escaped my lips. Whether it was out of pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure. I could hear Max’s soft laugh behind me.

“Shut up…” I managed to say, but the conviction was greatly lacking. It just made him laugh more.

I felt him rub his thumbs up my neck, along the sides of my spine. The sensation causing me to shiver.

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84 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Friends Don't - Pierre Gasly

Based off the song Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae

gender neutral first person pov // 965 words // not quite friends, not quite lovers // this was very self indulgent i'll tell you that much

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Friends don’t call you in the middle of the might, couldn’t even tell you why, they just felt like saying hi –

The phone screen lit up with Pierre’s name and I didn’t hesitate to answer. He would probably be on his way to the airport by now, if he wasn’t staying the night at his hotel.

“Hello, love.” Pierre sounded sleepy and there was no noise around him. Hotel it was.

“Pierre, isn’t it the middle of the night in Australia?”

I looked out of the window to see the sun only just beginning to set over France.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not tired.”

“Liar.”

I could hear him laugh quietly.

“Is everything ok, Pierre? Do you need something?”

“No, just felt like saying hi to you.”

In my mind I could imagine the smug look that would be on his face; the cocky smile.

“In the middle of the night?”

“You’re always on my mind, love.”

If only he knew what his words did to me. Who was I kidding, he knew exactly what and that’s why he did it.

“You raced well today. Now go to sleep. You can see me in your dreams if you want to.”

“I’m counting on it, love.”

~ Friends don’t stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave, trying to hide the chemistry –

We walked slowly to the front door. It had been a great evening out with everyone but I wanted some time just with Pierre.

“When are you off again?”

“We fly out in two days.”

I knew it would be soon but it still hurt to hear. Reluctantly, I pulled my house keys out, pretending to look for the right one.

“Love.”

I looked at Pierre, meeting his blue eyes. Gently, he took the keys away and started his own search, taking significantly longer than I had.

“Will I see you before I go?” He asked.

“If you have time for me.”

“I always have time for you, love.”

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116 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

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