Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Sad, Beautiful, Tragic | Max Verstappen

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by: taylorslostnovel 

*nervous laugh* 😅 

Done in 3rd person POV.
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It was a quiet morning in Spencer and Max's Monaco apartment. The sun was just starting to rise, a cool breeze flowing through the bedroom. Spencer stirred in bed, stretching lazily as Max leaned against the doorway, a coffee in hand, his blue eyes locked onto her.

"Morning, my Star," he said.

She turned to look at him, her dark hair a mess from sleep. "Good morning," she replied, her voice raspy. "Did you make me coffee?"

Max grinned. "Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?"

Max wasn't just a boyfriend, he was the sweetest and most thoughtful partner Spencer could ever imagine. He always found ways to make her smile, no matter how hectic their lives became. Whether it was making her coffee every morning when they were home together, surprising her with her favorite flowers after a long week, or simply holding her in his arms as they watched movies on the couch, he always made her feel loved.

Spencer often teased him about how sentimental he could be, despite his 'tough guy' persona, but she secretly adored every second of it. She loved how he'd insist on warming her hands in his during cold race weekends, how he left sticky notes with little affirmations in her helmet bag, and how he never let a day pass without reminding her how proud he was of her.

"Do you ever get tired of being this perfect?" she asked, smiling up at him as he sat beside her.

Max chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Never, Star. Making you happy is my favorite thing in the world, even more than racing."

Her heart melted as she leaned into him, grateful for the love they shared. With Max, life always felt a little brighter, no matter the challenges ahead.

"I was thinking," he began, rubbing her shoulder lightly, "after the next race, we should escape somewhere. Just us. No racing, no team meetings, no cameras."

Her lips curled into a smile as she took a sip of coffee. "That sounds perfect. Where do you have in mind?"

"Anywhere you want, Star. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter."

Spencer sighed contently, reminiscing on the past few months. Racing for Red Bull Racing together had been a dream come true for Spencer and Max. They pushed each other on track, supported one another off it and celebrated victories as a team. But over time, Spencer began to notice cracks forming in her relationship with the team.

At first, it was subtle...the occasional dismissive comment during debriefs, a reluctance to prioritize her car's upgrades and the endless comparisons to Max, not as a fellow driver but as his girlfriend.

"You've got to push harder, Spencer," her race engineer said sharply after a particularly rough practice session.

"I am pushing," she replied. "The setup isn't right."

"Max doesn't seem to have any issues," was the curt response.

She clenched her jaw, biting back the annoyance on the tip of her tongue. She couldn't let it get to her, not when Max was doing everything he could to support her.

But Max saw it. He saw the way Spencer's shoulders tensed after team meetings, the frustration etched on her face after every race weekend.

"Star, you're incredible," he told her one night as they sat on the couch, his arm around her shoulders. "Don't let them get into your head."