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🏎️⭑.ᐟ A messy breakup with your rockstar boyfriend. A rooftop clash with a rude stranger who has no idea who you are, and you couldn’t care less who he is. But when a drunk selfie with an F1 driver goes viral, you find out the rude stranger’s not just anyone... He’s Max Verstappen. And now, F1 is crashing into your world, fast.
Pairings:
Max Verstappen x Reader
Lando Norris x Reader
Reader x Rockstar OC (ex)
-> future Oscar Piastri x ReaderOther Tags:
Fem!Influencer!reader
Slight!Oc but not really, just story building for Y/N
{2024-present season based} *Not always lore accurate
#Smau - Social Media Alternate Universe
📌 Disclaimer: This is a fictional fan work. I do not own or claim to represent any real individuals (including Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, or any public figures mentioned). All characterizations and events are fictional. Please don’t confuse this with real life. This is for entertainment only.🔞 NSFW Disclaimer: This is a fictional and mature fan story featuring adult themes, emotional intensity, and potentially explicit content.
*This is only posted on here and my tumblr @zombyz.
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27 Jul 2025
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🎵𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵🎵
She closed her eyes as she tumbled against the earth, the weight of the impact crushing the halo above her and slamming her body with 50 Gs of force. She couldn't move, couldn't breath as the car flipped again. The vision was bright and then dark, then bright again. She should have focused, tried to remember her training on how to get out and how to survive when the car finally stopped. But all she could do was remember his face and recite his name like a prayer and a goodbye.
Max.
*Formerly known as Carry on Wayward Son*
Series
- Part 1 of Burn Out Bright
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27 Jul 2025
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Alone and half feral in a dirty cell, Ghost finds you during a raid beneath a military research lab. It quickly becomes clear that something isn't right with you, your behavior more beast than human.
A result of horrific human experiments, you're a failed attempt at making genetically modified soldiers with killer instincts and keen senses. Instead they produced you - a mutt.
Ghost is assigned to be your handler, to help you heal and shape you in to the 141's very own attack dog. But the bond between a handler and their beast eventually turns into something more...
In short, Price adopts yet another stray into the 141.
*Reader has human anatomy, no animal features*
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14 Feb 2025
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Jade Marks, the youngest sibling to Beth and Annie. After assisting her sisters and their closest friend Ruby in the robbery of a grocery store, the girls find themselves tangled up in some gang activity. Jade however, seems to have caught the eye of their leader. What's worse is that she can't get him out of her head either.
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06 Oct 2024
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Those who worked with her knew her as Mariposa. Those who were her enemies knew her as the butterfly of death. Those who knew what was up, prayed she never looked their way. She was the Empress to Rio’s King and no-one messed with her and got away with it. When Beth robbed that grocery store that second time and put Rio under arrest, she didn’t just mess with his operation anymore. Now the butterfly is fluttering her wings back into town and Rio really needs to figure out whether he’s going to have to meet Mariposa as friend or foe.
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I always loved butterflies, ever since I was a kid. They were beautiful and elegant and free. They are bearers of good news, my mother used to say. They are the souls of our dead loved ones that come to visit us, grandma would always add. Mine are black, and show up over a scar that was avenged, a problem that was handled. And if they had to be someone’s soul, then it would be the souls of those who dared cross me. Every monster in the dark knew what the sight of my butterflies meant. For my butterflies aren’t messengers, they are harbingers. They call me Mariposa De La Muerte and it was time Elizabeth Boland learned why.
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05 Oct 2024