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For What It's Worth - Chapter 10

Chapter 11: He looked at her like she left Pixie dust. 

Max Verstappen x Reader. 

Chapter Summary: Daniel has to remind himself what you were all doing this for and you finally find the man who sent you the flowers. 

Warnings: Please understand there is nuance in what I am saying. There is no way you should ever stay with anyone who hurts you in any way, but there is also knowing that people are people and sometimes we hurt people around us because we are also trying to figure out our way in the world. It is nuanced and please read this accordingly. 

Word Count: +- 2000 words.

Author's Note: Hello. It’s me. I am slightly back, hopefully. I figured it was about time I finished this series. Only one or two more chapters to go! Please remember that you are responsible for the media you consume. 

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“What exactly do you mean by ‘she’s fair game’?” Lando had sprinted to meet up with Pierre, finding him standing next to Charles, and quite frankly not entirely caring that Charles was there at all. Instead, he immediately barrelled into an explanation. Not much unlike how he had handled the explanation to Carlos. 

“I mean, there’s a plan, and you are now a key part of the plan, and the plan for now is, when she comes and flirts with you and asks if you sent the flowers, you say you did and you very publicly flirt back.” A smug grin crept across Pierre's face. 

“You mean I finally get to have Max’s girl?” Lando felt a little sick at the implication and what it all meant but found himself nodding along anyway. 

“Yes, you get to have a shot at having Max’s girl.” Lando couldn’t help but believe that this was only going to last a week, tops, and that wasn’t even factoring max into the equation. 

Pierre shot his hand out, ready to shake Lando’s hand, “consider it done.” As Pierre's hand wrapped around Lando’s own, a nauseating feeling overcame him. Yes, you were someone he had always wanted a chance with, you were beautiful, funny, determined, strong-willed, witty, but you were also Max’s. He knew you would hate the fact that this is how they all saw you, but it wasn’t like you were Max’s like he owned you, instead, you were Max’s like Pierre's blood was his own, Max needed you to survive, Max needed you so he could be Max. So, despite the excitement Pierre felt, it was a thin layer over the anxiety and fear he felt simmering below the surface. There was no way Max was going to give you up without a fight, and Pierre knew he was going to lose to the most feared driver on the grid. 

As Lando walked away, Charles was backing Pierre away from the media's prying eyes. 

“Are you insane? You cannot go after Max’s girl! He’ll kill you.” Pierre's facial expression didn’t budge, because he already knew Max might do just that. 

“Probably.” It was too non-chalant, too calm for Charles to feel at ease. No one felt this, lack of anything, when talking about you, especially not when discussing how they were going to take you away from Max. 

“You can’t do it. You have to tell Lando no.” Charles couldn’t help but notice the small smile that was creeping up on Pierre’s face, “What are you scheming?”

Pierre let out a laugh that reverberated through his chest, he didn’t entirely understand everything, but he was slowly starting to piece together the plan that the guys had come up with. “Charles, she isn't fair game, we’re just pawns, all of us.”

The puzzled look on Charles' face only made Pierre laugh again. 

“Max is in love with her, and let’s be honest, she’s in love with him too. We all know this. The only ones who aren’t openly admitting it are them, to each other. They both need a nudge. They both need to be pushed far enough that they finally admit it to each other.” Pierre said it as if it was the most simple plan in the entire world. 

“And how exactly do you intend on getting her to admit that?” Charles knew Max wouldn’t, especially if there was an entire convoluted plan to get you both to admit it to each other, clearly Max was a lost cause. 

“Make her realize that everyone else just kind of sucks compared to Max. Make it so bad for her that Max becomes the only viable option.” The plan was falling into place from Pierre’s side and Chales was starting to understand the repercussions of that. 

“If you’re bad enough, she might complain to Max, and if she complains to Max, he’s going to do everything in his power to make it right.” Charles and Pierre were suddenly sporting identical grins, the same ones that they couldn’t help but exhibit when they were children and they knew they were doing something that their parents would disapprove of, but god were those times fun. 

And this was going to be fun. 

“Who knew you were such a romantic?” The boys began to make their way to each of their respective garages, needing to get ready for the race. 

“What can I say, I’m French.” With a final nod, Pierre and Charles parted ways, ready for this new game they got to play. 

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“Oi!” You turned at the familiar voice, watching Daniel and Carlos jog up to you. Despite the nerves from you after your and Max’s confrontation, you were excited to see them, even after your confession to Daniel. 

Daniel engulfed you into a hug you didn’t realize you needed, a silent promise that he wasn’t going to abandon you, despite how rocky things were between you and Max, and that he wasn’t going to spill your secret, well, to Max at least. 

“We think we know who sent the flowers.” Carlos lied as he pulled you into a hug of his own. He didn’t miss how your body tensed up at his words. 

“Oh, you did?” The boys gave a knowing glance towards each other, both clocking the disappointment in your voice, “Who should I be flirting with next then?” You giggled, trying to ease the tension from your earlier dejection. 

“We have pretty good intel that it was Pierre who sent them.” Daniel kept reminding himself that lying to you was going to help you and Max. Did he feel childish in all of this? Yes, of course. If he didn’t know you and Max as well as he did, he would have just come out with it and told you the truth, but the chances of you believing him were next to nil and Max was a coward who would never believe you loved him just as much as he loved you, unless you both heard it from the other, and even then, Daniel was sure there would be some doubts from the both of you. So yes, he felt childish, but he also knew this was for your own good. He had to believe this was for your own good. 

Your eyes widened at hearing it was Pierre who sent the flowers, although, it oddly did not surprise you that he was the one to blame for all of this commotion. 

Carlos clocked your surprise at the admission. “Are you not happy?” Their plan kind of fell to pieces a little bit if you weren’t. 

And truthful, you weren’t happy at all, because despite it all, you had hoped it was going to be Max who sent the flowers. Even as you tried to push it down, there was always that little bit of hope. 

“How could I not be happy? A hot frenchman wants to send me flowers? I could probably get used to that.” You could get used to it right? He wasn’t Max, but he was good looking. You two got along whenever you had to interact, and clearly he was interested in you, and if he was the only man who was interested in you, you could get used to that. 

Daniel felt a sadness wash over him, you’d meant that. You genuinely thought you just had to settle for the things that you didn’t want. You might not have to say it, but he knew. 

He just had to remind himself, he was doing this for the greater good. 

“Yeah, you should probably go and find him before the race you know, I’m sure he would love the extra luck from you.” Daniel was calculating where Max should be right about now, hoping he wouldn’t see you and Pierre talking. The story about how Max had responded to Charles simply being nice to you had struck a very particular fear within Daniel and he was nervous about putting Pierre in harms way, then again, if Pierre had agreed, he knew who Max was, he knew the risk he was taking. Max wouldn’t though, he knew better. 

“Okay, yeah, I should go, he should be at his garage, yes, okay, I should go.” There was a frantic energy about you, a nervousness that neither Carlos nor Daniel had expected. You turned to head towards the garage, but suddenly turned back, a shift in energy, from nervous to shy, “Do I look okay?” Your eyes cast downwards at the question, almost too aware that this lack of confidence was abnormal for you. 

Daniel recalled a memory from ages ago, as always, you all were away for a race weekend, Daniel sat in Max’s room, not entirely sure what exactly they were all doing, but suddenly there was a knock at the door and Max swung it open to reveal you. There you stood in all your glory, hear up, skin looking tired from all the travel and the lack of sleep there was no way to avoid, pimple patches on, what he can only assume were the oldest pair of sweat pants you owned and there was definitely something staining your shirt, but it didn’t matter, certainly not to you and without a doubt not to Max. You walked in with a smile, making up an excuse not to stay because of all the work you still had to get done. Max tried to pull rank as your boss, but you had shut him down as your friend, and soon found yourself leaving the room. What Daniel had remembered though wasn’t the interaction, all of that was nonsense, it was Max’s response afterwards that he remembered. You had walked in there completely confident, it’s like you knew Max would never care, despite him now knowing how you felt about him, and Max. God does Daniel remembering teasing Max over how he had stared at that door after you left, like you had left pixie dust all over and it was still lingering in the air. You were always confident around Max. You were always yourself around Max. And Max, god, Max loved you for exactly who you are. Always, no exceptions, every version of yourself and he had proved it again and again. 

You were always safe to be confident around Max, yet here you were, shy, about how you looked for someone you didn’t even like. 

Maybe that was always what it was about, the people we love make us feel confident because, well, they treat us like we’re magic because we are brave enough to be ourselves around them. 

Maybe this is why, even after Max had treated you like shit, you still cared, you still loved him, because Max was brave enough to be vulnerable to be himself at that exact moment, even if it was a horrific version of himself. It was still a part of Max, a scared part of Max, but we still love the complicated versions of each other, because we love the human. And you loved Max. 

And you were scared if you looked good enough for Pierre. 

It was for the greater good. 

“Of course you look good. It’s you. And the man that sent you flowers will always think you’re beautiful.” There was no lie in Daniels words, and Carlos could add nothing but the nod of his head, urging you towards the Alpine garage to wish Pierre good luck for a race he was most certainly going to need it in. 

And so you went, despite the nerves and shyness, despite it all, you walked with your head held high, towards the man that had sent you those flowers and he could do nothing as you walked past him as he stood off to the side, knowing exactly where you were headed. Max caught Daniels' eye as you turned into the garages and all his friend could do was shrug. If he was going to be a coward, what was anyone else meant to do about it? 

As you rounded the corner, you bumped into something hard and before you even had a moment to re-orientate yourself, there was a hand guiding the loose strand of hair behind your ear. You glanced up and there were the unmistakable blue eyes of Pierre Gasly. 

“Hello gorgeous.” You wish the sharp intake of air was from excitement, from the butterflies that you had expected to feel in your stomach at finally finding the man who had sent you those flowers, but instead, all you could think was ‘I’ve got to get used to this.’

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Reminders for fanfic writers who think it “doesn’t count”

✦ Your writing counts. like, a lot. If someone felt something because of what you wrote, then it matters. That scene you almost didn’t post? Yeah. Believe me, someone out there bookmarked it for a reason.

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✦ Writing fanfic means you love stories enough to live inside them. You care, deeply. You care enough to reimagine, to explore, to add something of yourself to a world you didn’t create and somehow still make it feel brand new.

✦ Someone out there rereads your fic like it’s their favorite book. Maybe they’ve saved a line to their notes app,or they quote it to a friend. Maybe they just think about it when they’re having a bad day. That little fic you almost deleted, it’s comfort now.

✦ Your comments section is real. Every “I needed this” and “this made me cry in a good way” is proof, you don’t need a book deal to matter. You don’t need a publisher to have an impact, because you already do.

FANFIC IS WRITING! Fanfic is yours.

You’re not “just” anything. You’re a writer, own it. Be proud of that.

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For What It's Worth - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The frenchman and Max’s woman

Max Verstappen x Reader. 

Chapter Summary: The next step in the plan begins. 

Warnings: Swearing and, a shitty Max. (also a slight reference to dating the reader being a game). 

Word Count: 1095.

Author's Note: This is a short chapter, but I really hope you guys like it. At the moment this is the capacity I have but it is feeling good to write again! I can’t wait to hear what you guys think! <3 

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“So, who do we think should be the one to make her believe they sent the flowers?” Lando casually leaned against the wall next to Daniel, Carlos standing in front of the two of them, all three pretending that this wasn’t the most important conversation they could be having right now. 

“Charles?” Both Lando and Carlos swung their heads towards Daniel after that nonchalant suggestion. A silence grew as Landos grin grew alongside it and before long both him and Carlos were in a fit of giggles as Daniel could do nothing but stand there, looking more and more annoyed at the increasing laughter. 

The suggestion was a good one in his opinion, so he didn’t entirely understand the ridicule. 

“You want to use Charles to make Max jealous?” The question flittered out between the laughs, only causing Daniel more frustration at his lack of understanding. 

“Max will kill him.” Carlos has finally 

“Max is not going to kill Charles.” The laughter only increased. 

“It will be in a race. The one mistake Max ever made, and it will look convincing, but Max will kill Charles if he even looks in her direction.” Lando eventually explained once the laughter had died down. 

Daniel felt concerned at the absolute conviction that Lando had explained this, like it wasn’t the first time he had ever heard it before. 

“Charles once flirted with her in Monaco.” Carlos had filled in the gap for Daniel, 

“Could it even be classified as flirting? It was more like, he was simply nice to her” Lando interjected. 

“Exactly, all he did was be nice to her really, next race, both Max and Charles went out from that massive crash. Nearly  sent them both to the hospital. “ Daniel looked on stunned, there was no way that accident was on purpose, was it? 

“Can’t use Charles mate, trust me. Pick someone else.” Lando refused to put Charles in any kind of danger and you and Max getting together was not worth that level of drama. If you went up to him and flirted, then that was on you, but they were not about to try and convince Charles to get you to believe anything. 

“What about Pierre?” Daniel had been wracking his brain about just who could pull this off and Pierre was seeming like a really good option. 

Lando and Carlos mulled the option over, and the more they thought about it, the more realistic it sounded in their head. He was good looking, french, but not someone Max would feel particularly intimidated by. Actually, Pierre seemed like an excellent option. 

“Pierre it is. Who's gonna speak to him?” 

The question was ignored as the next one filtered through from the very unwanted participant. 

“Are you debating who is going to call me a dick?” Max shuffled into the circle, his way of an apology to all involved. 

“I’m thinking of words a hell of a lot stronger than that.” Lando was still livid at his friend's behaviour towards you, from the very start of this all. He had done nothing but mess you around and play with your feelings and slowly but surely he was becoming more and more of a villain in Landos eyes. 

In all their eyes. 

“I deserve that.” Max shifted from one foot to the other, hoping one of them would hurl out any form of abuse, anything other than the awkward tension that hung in between the four men. 

“So who's the next guy on her list?” Max had completely forgotten about the list. Were you even going to carry on with it? There was no way you could move forward with this? Maybe the only positive of him being an absolute dick to you about everything was the fact that maybe, just maybe, you’d drop the list. 

“I am pretty sure it is about to be Pierre.” Max had completely missed the look all three men had given each other. A silent conversation between just them. Lando had questioned Daniel about how he had known that the next one would be Pierre, the man they had just decided on your behalf and Daniel had indicated back that he had it under control. 

He hoped he had, but surely you’d take his advice. 

God he hoped you hadn’t given up just yet. 

“Pierre? You’re sure about that?” He was currently the best driver in the world, he had the best car, the best team, he best fans, the best of absolutely everything, and the mention of you actively pursuing Pierre of all goddamn people, the one man who he knows would not hold back, it made him finally feel like he had nothing. Everything he had worked this hard for was now worth none of it because he had officially lost you. 

“Dead sure, should probably go and find him to warn him.” Daniel couldn’t help but notice how adrift Max suddenly seemed. He watched as the blood drained from his face. He almost thought he saw Max give up, but there is no way he would. Max didn’t even know how to give up. Let alone give up where it came to you. 

“She’s smart, she would never go for him.” It was the last thing Max offered up before he walked away, shoulders slumped, head down, dejected. He had hoped he would have been reprimanded, told how shit he is, hoped they’d help him fix this. Instead, he was forced to realize that he lost absolutely everything that could ever mean anything to him. In the space of 10 minutes he had completely lost you. 

To goddamn Pierre. How was he competing with the frenchman? To the Frenchman that hated him no less. 

Daniel, Lando and Carlos only watched him walk away for a moment longer and then we’re instantly huddled together again. 

“Lando, you run and explain to Pierre, you explain absolutely everything from start to finish. Tell him to expect her later today and we will see him this evening. Me and Carlos are going to see y/n. Got it?” The orders were barked out at lightning speed before Daniel was dragging Carlos away in an attempt to find you. 

“WAIT!” Lando looked bewildered at all of the information that had been passed on to him, “What exactly am I telling Pierre, like before we see him this evening and explain it all to him?” 

A smug look creeped across Daniels face as he thought about the chaos that was about to ensue. 

“Tell him that she’s fair game.” 

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If the right way is too hard, fuck it. Do it the wrong way.

Folding clothes keeps you from getting the laundry done? Stop folding clothes. Put a basket in your room and throw your unfolded clean stuff into it right out of the dryer, it's fine.

Rinsing dishes off keeps you from loading the dishwasher? Load them dirty and run it twice.

Chopping onions keeps you from making yourself dinner? Buy the freezer bags of chopped onions.

You forget to take your meds and don't want to get out of bed to get them? Start putting them next to the bed.

Can't keep up with the dishes? Get paper plates. Worried about environment impact? Order biodegradable ones online if your local store doesn't have one.

Make the task easier. Put things where you use them instead of where they "go." Eliminate the steps that keep you from finishing the task. Eliminate the task that is stressing you out.

Do it the "wrong" way. It's literally fine.

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'People are panicking about AI tools the same way they did when the calculator was invented, stop worrying' cannot stress enough the calculator did not forcibly pervade every aspect of our lives, has such a low error rate it's a statistical anomaly when it does happen, isn't built on mass plagiarism, and does not obliterate the fucking environment when you use it. Be so fucking serious right now

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there’s always a next book to read, a next show to see, a next concert to go to, another friend to meet, another treat to eat, there’s always more to discover or experience

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ME MANIFESTING THAT EVERYONE WHO SEE THIS POST GETS WHAT THEY WANT.

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