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rcklessheavn · 4 months ago

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𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ── ★ ˙🏎️ ̟ !!

f1 driver!matt x influencer!reader au

summary: after influencer!reader is invited to give interviews at the grand prix event, she meets matt and everything changes for both of them.

intro pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

warnings: mentions of alcohol, brief swearing

wc: 3.6k

notes: im new to the F1 world, so bare with me and im sorry if i get anything wrong. english is NOT my first language.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ༉‧₊˚.

You’ve seen countless races and know just how fast a racing car can go, but seeing it live is a whole different experience.

Practice had been done for about five minutes, and you couldn’t move. Your ears were still ringing, your body pulsing with an incredible surge of adrenaline. It was overwhelming—and this was only practice! You couldn't wait for qualifying tomorrow and the race on Sunday, but for now, you had to survive the day.

Nick noticed your stunned silence and broke it. “Crazy, right?” he said. You turned to him, still in disbelief, shaking your head.

“More than crazy. That was insane! You get to watch this every year?” you asked. Both he and Chris nodded.

“I mean, with Matt here, we get a free ticket if we want it,” Chris explained. “We can’t make it to every race, but our usual ones are the first, the last two, and Monaco. After that, it just depends on our schedules.”

Nick hummed in agreement. “Sometimes only one of us, or our parents, comes out. Or one of us and our older brother. Honestly, it varies. But yeah, we've seen this plenty of times.” You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy—who wouldn’t want that kind of access?

“That’s really nice,” you said, just as footsteps approached.

“Ready to continue the tour, Y/N?” Claudia called. You nodded and hugged the guys goodbye.

“I’ll see you both tonight, right?” you asked, and they both nodded. You smiled and headed toward the stairs, eager to continue exploring the paddock.

Claudia, Hailey, and you toured the entire paddock. You waved at a few of your favorite drivers, hoping you’d have the chance to interview some of them tomorrow. You saw a few other influencers invited by brands and teams—some seemed just as excited as you, while others looked bored, likely treating it like a brand trip. You didn’t quite understand that mindset, but then again, it wasn’t your life.

By the end of the tour, you and Hailey had silently agreed—it was time to find something to eat.

“Hey, Claudia, Hailey and I are thinking of grabbing a late lunch. Wanna come?” you asked as the three of you walked toward the paddock’s entrance.

Claudia smiled. “That’s sweet of you, but I can’t. I’ve got a meeting in about 30 minutes, and we still need to organize tonight’s dinner. Speaking of which, you need to be here by 6:30—no later than 7:00. Bring the passes you’re wearing so they’ll let you in. They’ll tell you where to sit. You’ll probably be seated with the Sturniolos—”

At that, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t help interrupting, trying to act casual despite the sudden panic inside. “Are the drivers sitting with us or…?”

Claudia didn’t seem to notice your unease. “Uh, I don’t think so. They probably have their own table, or they're with sponsors, but don’t quote me on that.” She continued, “There’s no dress code, but you have to wear red. It’s a theme night, apparently. Oh! And we want you to film for our TikTok account—those cute, aesthetic mini vlogs you do. Plus, we want you to do a quick, laid-back interview with our drivers.”

Your head was spinning. Not only were you asked to create content for Ferrari’s page, but you also had to interview both drivers. Charles was manageable—he seemed like someone you could easily befriend. Was he intimidating? Sure, a little, but that wasn’t the issue. Matt, on the other hand… your heart raced just thinking about him. And the weird staring contest you’d had earlier—what the fuck was that about?

Claudia noticed your inner panic and chuckled, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You’ll do great. Besides, there’ll be an open bar for a little liquid courage if needed.” She smiled, and both you and Hailey chuckled.

“Thanks, Claudia. We’ll see you tonight,” you said before hugging her goodbye. Hailey did the same.

You and Hailey ended up at La Rascasse, a popular nearby restaurant that you’d heard a lot about. The food was delicious, and to celebrate the start of a big weekend, you both ordered cocktails. After eating and chatting for a few hours, the clock hit 3:30—time to start getting ready for the first big event of the weekend.

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Once you were at the hotel, you decided to multitask—vlogging on two devices at once: your camera for YouTube and your phone for the mini "come with me" vlog for Ferrari’s TikTok. Surprisingly, you weren’t stressed. Vlogging had become second nature by now—your biggest skill and passion—and a small challenge never hurt anyone.

Home with You by Madison Beer was blaring through your speaker as you finished doing your hair, when Hailey suddenly rushed into your room.

“Did you even bring any red clothes?!” she asked, panic clear in her voice.

You looked at her and chuckled. “Do you really think I’d come on a trip sponsored by FERRARI and not bring any red?” you shot back sarcastically. Hailey rolled her eyes.

“I brought ten red outfits,” you added confidently. Hailey walked over to your suitcase, muttering under her breath, “Of course you did.”

“Is this what you’re wearing?” she shouted from across the room.

“Yes,” you called back, stepping through the door. You were wearing a gorgeous red outfit that accentuated your skin tone beautifully, hugging your body in all the right places—hoping it would make everyone who saw you drop their jaws. Or at least, you hoped so.

“Okay, Ms. Ferrari,” Hailey teased, raising an eyebrow. “I see you’re trying to leave your imprint on a few people.”

You laughed and walked back to the bathroom to start on your makeup.

“I’m not, but whatever,” you said as you finished prepping your skin. “You’d look amazing in either that silk dress or the off-the-shoulder top with the matching skirt, by the way. Maybe you’ll leave your imprint on a certain media person… or should I say, woman?” You flashed her a mischievous grin.

Hailey froze for a moment before trying to play it off with a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?” she asked, clearly wondering if you’d figured her out.

“Oh, come on, Hails,” you said, finishing your eye makeup before moving to your base. “I saw the way your eyes literally followed Claudia every time she spoke. Be so for real right now.”

“That’s not true, you’re insane,” Hailey said, clearly flustered, as she picked up the two-piece set from the bed. “Besides, I don’t even know if she’s gay,” she added, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Please, she totally is. I swear she checked you out—like, really checked you out,” you said, completely serious.

“Now you’re just joking. Very funny. I’m leaving,” she replied with a smile, clearly trying to brush it off. You couldn’t help but laugh as she exited your room.

Thirty minutes later, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You looked... unbelievable. You barely recognized yourself, but in the best way possible. You looked ten times hotter than usual—and you loved it.

The car’s here, Hailey texted.

It was game time.

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The dinner was at Castelroc, a beautiful restaurant just a short drive from your hotel. Stepping inside, you were immediately struck by the elegance of it all. The space was adorned with red roses and subtle Ferrari logos, creating a classy, sophisticated atmosphere. You felt out of place, yet, at the same time, incredibly welcomed.

The entire event took place outdoors, with stunning views of the Monaco coastline. Tables were scattered across the space, each one illuminated by flickering candles and warm lamps that, though a bit intense on the eyes, added a cozy touch. Whoever was responsible for the decor had truly outdone themselves—it was by far the most beautiful dinner you’d ever been invited to.

As you made your way through the garden, you spotted Nick and Chris immediately, deep in conversation with someone you didn’t recognize. As soon as the mystery person walked away, Nick noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey, guys!” you said with a smile, moving in to hug each of them.

“Y/N! You look beautiful—red is definitely your color,” Nick said, giving you a once-over and making you twirl.

“I have to agree,” Chris chimed in with a smile. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks, guys, you both look great too.” You smiled, then realized Hailey was standing beside you. “Oh, this is Hailey, my manager and literal best friend. Hailey, these are Nick and Chris, Matt’s triplet brothers.” You introduced them, and Hailey extended her hand to each of them.

“Enchantée, mademoiselle,” Chris said with a dramatic, over-the-top bow, which made Hailey laugh.

“Hands off, Casanova,” you teased, grinning. “She plays for the other team.”

Chris flushed a bit, his awkward laugh filling the air. “Oh... sorry. Good for you,” he stammered, making everyone laugh.

Once the laughter died down, the four of you dove into conversation, chatting about everything under the sun as you got to know each other better.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone approaching Chris. You turned and froze—Charles Leclerc was standing right beside you. For a moment, your brain short-circuited, and it took you a beat to regain control of your senses as Nick spoke up.

“Charles, this is Y/N Y/LN. She’s here with Ferrari. And this is her manager and friend, Hailey,” Nick said smoothly, introducing you both. You extended your hand with a smile, your mind still in a haze.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Charles said, turning to you. “I hope you’re enjoying the experience so far.”

Then, he asked, “Were you the one on the balcony today by the track, with the Ferrari hat?”

You froze, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

You nodded. “Y-yes, that was me,” you said, trying to swallow the lump of nerves in your throat.

“Oh, yeah, Matt and I saw you,” Charles said with a smile. “We were wondering who you were. Are you a Ferrari fan?”

Your brain was scrambling for a response, but Hailey swooped in just in time.

“A fan? Oh brother she sleeps, lives, and breathes Ferrari– it's like in her blood or something,” Hailey answered before you could even open your mouth. You could’ve kissed her in that moment for saving you from your awkwardness.

Charles raised his eyebrows, his smile widening. “Is that so?” he asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to sound casual. “I grew up alongside it. My dad’s the original fan.”

“That’s awesome,” Charles said, giving you an appreciative smile. “Well, I hope you enjoy your time here. Welcome to Monaco! I hope I can catch up with all of you later.” With that, he gave a nod before turning to chat with another table.

When he leaves, you can't help but breathe. What just happened?!

“You met Charles Leclerc, that's what” said Nick. Oh I said that outloud you think.

“Oh my god, that was crazy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “I need a drink.” You chuckled nervously, standing up. “Anyone want anything?”

When everyone shook their heads, you made your way to the open bar, which had been calling your name since you walked in.

At the bar, you ordered a cosmopolitan—yes, your mom was obsessed with Sex and the City, and you’d somehow developed a love for the drink as well. While waiting for your order, you couldn’t help but admire the view. The marina was beautifully lit, with boats drifting by and people enjoying the night. It felt surreal being there, and you couldn’t quite comprehend what you had done to deserve this moment.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

“Can I get a root beer, please?” The voice sounded familiar—like you’d heard it before—but you didn’t want to turn just yet.

When the bartender placed your drink in front of you, you quickly thanked them, but just as you were about to leave, the voice spoke again.

“Hey, you were the girl on the balcony earlier, right?”

You turned, and there he was—Matt.

Matt Sturniolo. The Ferrari Formula 1 driver. The Matt. The one who had locked eyes with you in what could only be described as a weird staring contest earlier on the balcony.

“If you weren’t, it’s okay,” he added, when you didn’t immediately respond, clearly unsure.

Words, right. those are important to have a conversation.

“Oh, yeah—sorry, that was me,” you said, somehow feeling a lot more relaxed than you expected. “I’m Y/N,” you said, stretching out your hand.

“Matt,” he replied, as if you didn’t already know, taking your hand in his.

When his hand touched yours, you could have sworn you felt sparks. It was strange—almost like your hand was meant to fit in his, and yet, maybe that was just the cosmopolitan talking.

Which, you realized, you hadn’t even taken a sip of yet.

“Well, Matt, it was nice to meet you,” you said quickly, trying to break the slight awkwardness. But just as you tried to pull away, Matt grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Wait, don’t go,” he said, his grip gentle but firm. “Don’t you want to talk?”

You blinked, a little taken aback. “You want to talk to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said, his gaze unwavering, intense. “You’re pretty, you’re here, and you seem about my age.”

You could feel your confidence waver, but you pushed through, trying to match his energy. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” you asked, your voice teasing but slightly nervous.

“I don’t think. I know.” he said, his tone firm and confident, trying to throw you off.

But you don't flinch, maybe blush, but it's dark so who’s going to notice?

“Is this how you seduce women, Matthew?” you ask, clearly joking.

“Why? You want me to seduce you?” He replies, his cockiness coming out of him. Which he didn't understand, he wasn't usually like this… but after that slight handshake, you ignited something within him, and he couldn't stop, he had to have you now.

You chuckle at his question “funny, i'm gonna go now” you say, a slight smile creeping in. You turn around and start walking back to the table, then you feel a presence behind you.

“You know, following me wont seduce me right?” you say, without turning around and he chuckles.

“I'm not following you, i'm going to my table” he says, a smile clearly on display, you couldn't see it but it was clear in his voice.

You stay silent, a bit confused, maybe his table was close to yours.

And you were absolutely right… but he was much closer to your table than you thought, he was IN your table, right beside you actually.

“Great! You’ve met Matt!" Nick says as Matt dabs up Chris. “Hailey, this is my brother Matt.” Nick introduces.

“So you're the famous Matt Sturniolo” Hailey says as she stretches her hand.

“Heard of me?” Matt asks, knowing the obvious answer.

“Ehh, a bit– it's her fault to be fair” she says as she sits down, Matt sitting beside you with a cocky grin.

“Oh so you talk about me?” He says to you and you bite the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, you're a Ferrari driver, I'm a Ferrari fan, what do you expect?” you say, turning your head towards him, narrowing your eyes.

You will not give in to his games, no matter how captivating those ocean blue eyes of his are.

“Don't deny it pretty, you like me” he says, in almost whisper once everyone turns into their previous conversation.

“In your dreams” you say, standing your ground once again.

“Maybe you can help me make them come true” he says, and that makes your stomach flutter cause WHAT. This couldn't be real right now.

Before you could react, Claudia came over, said hello to everyone and told you it was time to give Charles and Matt their small lighthearted interview.

After about 20 minutes of trying not to laugh, turns out Charles and Matt made a very funny duo, you could see they had a very nice and genuine friendship, which you were glad about, not many F1 drivers were actually genuine friends, but they were.

The interview itself wasn't THAT fun, it was standard questions about their favorite memory together, how they felt about this year, if they had any predictions and their most crazy hear me out, Charles coming up with Sally from Cars, and Matt coming up with the Elder Wand from Harry Potter, which had you question your entire existence and his.

The dinner was perfect—delicious food, great conversation, and the whole table was buzzing with happiness. The atmosphere was relaxed and warm, with laughter flowing easily between everyone. Charles had joined you at your table later that night, and Hailey had mysteriously disappeared after dessert was served. She claimed it was to hit the bathroom, but you knew her well enough to guess that she was probably off searching for Claudia.

And the next text you received confirmed it.

Found claudia!She IS gay. 🤗🤞And well… would you ask for a ride back? Or uber?Do you hate me?

LMAOAs long as i get all the details tomorrow, youre goodHave fun! and be safe🫶

You let out a quiet breath and glanced at the clock. It was getting late, and you didn’t want to be too tired for qualifications tomorrow.

Matt must have noticed the slight distress on your face because he nudged your arm gently.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and sincere.

“Yeah, I just need to find a ride back to the hotel,” you said, offering a neutral smile as you opened your Uber app. But before you could search for a ride, Matt took your phone and set it down on the table.

“I can take you, if you want,” he said, his usual confident demeanor shifting into something more shy and modest.

“I-I wouldn’t want to bother you,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed.

“You’re not bothering me,” he replied quickly. “I was going to head out anyway. Where are you staying?” He grabbed your purse from the chair and stood up.

You were caught off guard but managed to answer anyway. “Uh, the Hermitage Monte-Carlo… I think that’s what it’s called.”

Matt made a satisfied sound. “Perfect, I’m staying there too,” he said, sounding pleased.

“Of course you are,” you muttered under your breath with a chuckle, before turning to say goodbye to the rest of the table. Nick gave you a teasing side-eye, but you tried to play it off, even though he wasn’t letting up.

Outside, Matt’s car was waiting for both of you. He opened the door for you, handing your purse back as you climbed in. You took the opportunity to admire the sleek sports car for a moment.

“Nice car,” you said, turning to look at him.

Matt smiled and shrugged. “Not mine. They just let us rent them while we’re here,” he said, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, but back home, I drive a van.”

You couldn’t help but smile, and Matt caught the expression, grinning right back. How could he not? You had a way of lighting up a room.

The ride was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of comfortable silence that only came after hours of talking and laughing. And besides, the drive wasn’t long—ten minutes at most.

When you arrived at the hotel, Matt quickly parked and rushed around to open your door. You couldn’t help but think it was cute.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer?” you teased, and he chuckled.

“I have to impress the ladies somehow, don’t I?” he shot back with a grin, and you laughed.

You both walked side by side to the elevator.

“What floor—” you both started at the same time, causing you both to laugh.

“Three,” you said, pointing to the button.

“Four,” he replied with a smile, pressing the button for three.

You both stepped into the elevator, settling into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

“Hey, we could go for a longer car ride if you want,” Matt said, breaking the silence. You turned to him, smiling.

“Tempting,” you replied, “but I should get some sleep, and so should you.”

He smiled back. “Maybe next time?”

“Maybe,” you said, not sure how true your words were, but the idea was certainly tempting. Just as the elevator doors opened, you gave Matt a smile and started to walk out, but he called your name before you could go too far.

“Are you going to watch the qualifications tomorrow?” he asked, standing between the elevator doors.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you assured him, turning back toward him with a smile.

“Good,” he said, his tone hopeful. “Come see me before?”

You blinked, a little surprised by the request. “If you want me to?”

“I do,” he said, his eyes locking with yours, and you felt a flutter in your chest.

“I will then,” you said softly, and he smiled.

“Cool, have a good night, pretty girl,” he said, his grin widening. You couldn’t help but blush at the nickname.

“Good night, Matt,” you said, before walking down the hall toward your room, Matt heading back into the elevator with a wide smile on his face.

What the fuck just happened… is the last thought you both have before you close your eyes for the night, ready for whatever tomorrow will bring.

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y/n.sturniolo22 MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING AHH!

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⤷ authors note: see i didnt think this was going to be this long but OH WELL! i guess chapters are just gonna get longer and longer... but dont quote me on that!!!! enjoy <3 and thank you so so much for the love this story is getting so far <333

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