Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

🎶Max Verstappen - Kings And Queens

A/N: this request came at a very misopportune time especially after the events of yesterday. I personally agree that it was a 50 50 but Max's remarks and slurs were horrid. If anyone still has requests for Max, I'll write them gladly and I am neutral with all drivers it just some drivers tend to make it difficult sometimes. I am a writer that takes requests, I'm not here to judge I'm just here to write. To the person who requested this, I hope you enjoy it x
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"Y/n, as the only girl driver on the grid do you think you can put up a challenge to the men on the grid?" You rolled your eyes. Again? This question was pissing me off. Every single reporter asked this bloody question. "I'll let my racing do the talking. I hope they can keep up and maybe give me a fight but we'll see during the race. You can base your answer on my performance then." The reporter turned his attention to Max. "Max, do you think you are up for the challenge?" Max scoffed at the question. It wasn't exactly a secret that we had a strong dislike for each other. I had begun karting in the same leagues and simply didn't get along. "If she can bring a challenge then of course I will be up for it but I did say 'if' didn't I?" Bastard. "That's concludes the press conference."

I walk out to my driver room, slamming the door behind me. "What's wrong now?" My physio asked. "That Verstappen! He thinks he's better than everybody! I'm gonna beat him this weekend. I swear on my life, I will give him the desired challenge and he will regret the day he ever asked for a challenge." My physio smiles widely. "I don't want to be that person but you have an interview with Netflix too." I get up and walk out to where Netflix where. They miked you up pretty quickly knowing you were already in bad humour.

"So Y/n, what's the deal with you and Max?" I clench my jaw. "Nothing much. He just needs to learn when to run his car instead of his mouth." The netflix crew grew uncomfortable with the answer but knew they would bring in views. "People say Max is the King of Formula one now so where would you fall in that spectrum?" I think before opening my mouth. "Who the hell calls him that? The orange army? Well I suppose that would make me a queen since I'm the only woman yes?" They nod. "What a shitty kingdom with him as the King. I'm just saying, if all of the Kings had the Queens on the throne, we would pop champagne. Thiz kingdom we call Formula one would be thriving."

I stood beside my car observing the mechanics work on the Alpha Tauri. I qualified P4 which was brilliant for the car. The cameras occasionally fell onto me but I didn't pay much attention to that. My attention was all on beating Max. I was going to beat him. "Y/n, you need to get into the car. Race is going to begin in ten." I nod and begin zipping up my suit and putting my helmet on. "Tensions are high between the two sister teams. They are on the row of the grid and the two drivers in question aren't exactly on the best of terms but then again they never have been." Crofty said. "But I wonder if Helmut Marko was on the phone to the Alpha Tauri pit wall to tell Y/n to move aside and that Max was coming."

"Okay Y/n, you have to let Max be ahead. This was a call from Marko." I grunted angrily. "Listen, not a chance. He wanted a challenge I'm giving him a fucking challenge alright? Now, let's focus on the race." The race hadn't even begun and I was already being given orders (that I was not going to obide by might I add.) "Okay Y/n, formation lap." During the formation lap, Max and I got awfully close, far too close for my liking. "Is he serious? He's only stopping when he's in front of me! We're gonna crash if he keeps it up!" I shouted into the radio. "Okay head down Y/n, head down and onto the race." The race engineer replied. I made sure my radio was off and let out a lot of shouts and curses at Max.

Max on the other hand knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to frustrate me and it didn't cross his mind that maybe what he was doing was wrong. On the last straight before the pits, he hit the brakes even though there was no need for the brakes anyway because not only was it a straight but Lewis and Valterri were ahead by a full three seconds or so. Why did he need to brake? He had to catch up with the Mercedes so why the the hell would be even need to brake? "Fuck. I'm pitting. I need a new front wing." The car lowers and I feel pressure dropping in the front left. "and a new set of tyres. I have a puncture. That bastard Verstappen!" I shouted.

A bloody pit lane start. New tyres not even warmed up. Dammit. "Okay Y/n, Lights are going, you cannot go until every other car goes so the red light will turn green for you okay?" The race engineer says. "Okay. Got it." I watch as the other cars fly past and direct my attention to the light in front of me. Red......red......green. "Y/n did have a marvellous start might I add. Good reactions. She is already close behind the rest of the pack."

"Okay Y/n, Latifi first. Easy enough overtake." 1 down. 18 left to go. "Next up is Grosjean in the Haas. He didn't have a good start and he has reported problems with his car so be careful when overtaking." 2 down. One by one, I pick off the drivers. "Okay Verstappen is pitting for Hards." my engineer says. "Pit me for Mediums. I think I'll be quicker and I am good with degrading tyres." He knew I was good with degrading tyres and so I pitted. "And its the two sister teams pitting the same lap but for different tyres. Who will come out first? It's Y/l/n just about!" The crowd erupt into cheers watching the battle between Max and I. He may have overtaken me but I had a plan. Our cars were pretty similar so far this year so why not just do the exact same a shim on the lighter tyres and maybe overtake on the final lap? And so, the countdown on the laps began.

"Final lap is looking like a Mercedes 1 - 2 and a Verstappen third but what is this? Y/l/n is gaining speed on the slipstream and she overtakes Max Verstappen! It's a photo finish but- Y/n Y/l/n becomes the first ever woman in formula one history to ever achieve a podium!" My race engineer catches me by surprise. "You done it! You got a podium! Enjoy it!" I scream through the radio. "Yes! Fuck yes boys! We did it! We fucking did it! Let's have it! Thank you guys!" I turn the radio off and let a few tears slip before I got to parc fermé. I quickly jump out and run to the team who celebrate with me before having to go and do interviews. "Y/n Y/l/n, first woman in formula one to finish on the podium. How does it feel?" The interviewer asked. "Pretty amazing. It was a really tough race with Charles and Max most of the time and then having to fight of Pierre and Sebastian but overall very happy." I smiled. "So do you think Max was up for the challenge today? What do you have to say to him?" It only hit me then that they were looking for me to stir up drama to rake in views so I took an opposite approach. "Well, I don't have anything negative to say about him. He definitely gave me a run for my money throughout the race and he's a good driver too. I'm really looking forward to battling him on track in the near future hopefully." That caught everyone off guard. "Thank you Y/n."

I walk away and make way to the cool down room but I am stopped by a voice calling after me. "Y/n! Y/n! Wait up!" I turn around and see Max Verstappen running towards me out of breath. "How are you running? My legs are shattered." I joke. "Mine too but I just wanted to congratulate you. You did very well." He puts his hand out for me to shake it but I refuse. "I can't shake your hand, it's far too formal. How about a hug?" He nods before and meet each other to share a hug. "Well I'm just saying, try not to get the champagne in your eyes. It can be quite painful." I chuckle. "I can only imagine. Here, well I'll talk to you after the podium yeah?" He nodded. "I'm counting on it."