#I didnt know his name is fucking Max EMILIAN Verstappen

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Wildfire, Chapter Four MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You guys go on a horse ride through the surrounding area

Reader: Male

Warnings: Me being a major horse girl

Now playing: 'Mary' by Alex G

AN: UPDATED this one! I made Max hate you a bit more than in the old version 😋 I noticed that i really struggle with capturing emotion in texts. TRUST ME, the story is really emotional in my head, im just shitty at putting it into words. ALSO BABES, i had to copy half of this fic letter by letter from a word document because my fucking copy and paste isn't working.

Im really exited for the next chapter! My goal is to give more insight into Maxies emotions. As i said, i suck at capturing emotions in text, so you don't really know much about his feelings at this point.

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An acoustic guitar began playing loudly, tearing you out of your deep slumber. Your hair was all messed up and you felt… sticky. You only remember snippets from last night, but you knew that at one point you were on your mechanic’s shoulders, doing the macarena. And surely there are some embarrassing videos and photos floating around…

Max made no effort to get up and tried to sleep through the noise, but you were already awake, so you’d also like to know who’d woken you up. You silently walked towards the door, the carpet under your feet feeling warm and fuzzy. The door creaked while you opened it, revealing the warm morning sun. Outside was a group of redbull team members and most importantly, christian, with a guitar and a cowboy hat. He was singing his heart out and exaggeratedly strummed his acoustic. Finally, Max had gotten up too and made his way over to the door. You opened the door slightly more to reveal your view to him. Max deadpanned and shot you a questioning look. He looked very sleep ridden and was probably still hungover.

“Good morning, guys!”, now all the people who were resting, stood outside of their cabins.

Horner was smiling brightly, like the sun itself. “Breakfast is served in 30 minutes, I’ll tell you about the activities we’ll be doing today after eating.”, he was met by sleepy and partially grumpy faces.  “Chop, chop guys!”

Like meerkats running to their dens, all team members disappeared in their cabins. You were in no rush and plopped back down on your bed. Unsurprisingly, Max had already gotten up and changed in the small on-suite bathroom.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed before your fellow driver cleared his throat. You lowered your phone and looked at him with a questioning glance. “Breakfast is in 6 Minutes, get ready.”

You scrambled to pick out a simple outfit for the day and rushed to the bathroom to change. When you walked out of the lavatory, Max was still standing by the entrance with crossed arms. He then opened the door, motioning you to go first.

You mumbled a small ‘thanks’ before heading towards a large gazebo with a breakfast buffet. The air was filled with delicious smells of scrambled egg, bacon, waffles and many other goodies.

Once you’d grabbed yourself a well-rounded meal, you sat on the free spot next to Christian, who was facing Max and one of the popular mechanics. The strawberries on your plate looked perfect, a vibrant red swirling all around its curved shapes. You bit into it and enjoyed the fresh, fruity flavor. Your team principal raised an eyebrow and offered you and Max a curious and slightly mischievous look. “Have you two been getting along?” Max shot a quick look your way, then proceeded to sigh quietly and say: “Yes. Totally.” Horner side eyed you, expecting an answer from you too, even if you were stuffing your face with strawberries. You nodded frantically, not wanting to talk with a full mouth.

Christian wasn’t quite convinced but decided to let it go and start talking about another topic.

“So, this area is actually… “

The horse next to you was sleepily swatting away flies while sunbathing. Horner had announced that everyone would be going on a guided ride through the area. You were divided up into groups of 10, to ensure safety.

‘Stella’ was the name stitched on the horse’s halter, she seemed like a calm, friendly mare.

You used to do horseback riding up until your racing career got more serious. You wanted to focus on one sport, but you had to admit that you missed it. While brushing your horse’s bay coat, you allowed yourself to glance over her withers. Max was standing there, looking confused. He had two brushes in his hands and seemed to not know which one to use first.

“The red one.” He looked startled and shot you a confused look. “What?”

“You need to use the red one first, to get out the rough dirt. After that the other one to get rid of the leftover dust.”, you then focused on the animal in front of you again. Max mumbled a quiet thanks before beginning to clean his particularly dirty horse.

Stella was standing still, waiting patiently. After helping some of your team members tack up and get on their horses, you yourself mounted your horse.

The bison-looking ranger guided your group out of the camp and onto a beautiful trail. You passed a broad meadow like landscape, watching some majestic elks quenching their thirst at a river which crawls trough the valley like a big, ice-blue snake. The rustling of dry grass beneath your horses’ feet was accompanied by a gently blowing wind. Multiple people in your group were deeply enveloped in idle chit chat, talking about how they wish their kids were here, or how the landscape is beautiful, or about having to call the dentist.

You risked a look to your right and saw Max staring off into the distance. His reins were way too loose, and his feet were too far in the stirrups, but he seemed at peace.

The hard worker. The type to get stressed easily if their work isn't perfect. This was exactly who he was, he was his biggest critic. His shoulders are always tense, but now he looked fully relaxed, sitting loosely on the horse. A light wind played with a few strands that peeked out from under the helmet he was wearing.

Minding your own business, you averted your eyes and looked around the landscape, spotting a fox in the distance; It was playing in front of what looked like it's den. Cute, you thought.

Max had felt your eyes on him, so he turned his head to look at you, but you were spacing out while looking at the sloping hills. Now it was his turn to observe you; One of your hands was resting on you thigh, while the other was holding the reins with a certain confidence. Your cheeks were slightly reddened from the gentle wind and your body was moving in a comfortable rhythm together with the horse. When you kept your cocky comments to yourself, you were a decent person, he thought. The dutch quickly chased that thought away though, you were annoying.

Once you'd returned from the ride, you wanted to shower. Smelling like horses for the rest of the day wasn't exactly on your to-do list.

Warm water trickled down your body and it felt like the most wonderful massage. It had been quite a while since you've last ridden a horse and your muscles made sure to complain about that. It was surprisingly cold outside the camp; You must've caught a cold since you were sniffling every now and then.

The door to your cabin opened and Max stepped in. He could hear the shower running and rolled his eyes. He urgently wanted to shower, but of course you were occupying it. While absently scrolling through his phone, he prepared a polo shirt and some jeans he fished out of his suitcase.

The sound of steps made him turn his head. Your hair was still wet, the occasional drop landing on your grey shirt. "Just a little heads up, the water pressure is complete shit." Max nodded courtly before disappearing in the bathroom himself.

You drizzled a bit of salad dressing over your fresh, crisp salad on your plate. Once again you made your way over to Horner to sit down and eat. He was yapping about how much his 'old man bum' hurt. Max sat in front of him and was laughing at his pals antics. Max's expression soured a bit at the sight of you. Not a lot, but enough for the brit in front of him to notice. Christian didn't adress it, but instead started a conversation; "So, y/n I've noticed you seem experienced with horses. Why's that?" He was a sweet person, but you knew he didn't exactly care for your answer but wanted to ease the tension. After all it was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"So, i actually used to do horse riding when i was a kid..."