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maxverstappendefender · 3 days

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“Gold-digger.” (Pt2) (pt1 here)

Max Verstappen x reader

TW: nothing really, angsty? lol

A/N: oml so many of you asked for a part 2 and I’m just so happy you liked the first part!! thank uuu!!

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To say that you slept bad was an understatement. The moment Daniel let you in to his and Heidi’s hotel room you had started crying and it took almost half an hour before the couple got a sense of what had happened. They’d been at the dinner, hearing Maxs comments, and after piecing it together with what you were telling them now they began to see the bigger picture. Heidi sat with you on the balcony while Daniel made up the couch, insisting you should share the bed with his girlfriend despite your objection.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that much, and it wasn’t because Daniel’s snoring or Heidi’s tossing and turning. Every time you were about to fall asleep you could hear Maxs voice telling you what a shitty girlfriend you were, or you imagined him complaining to his friends that you used up his money like some sort of gold digger. You knew he didn’t think quite like that, and he definitely wouldn’t do any of those things but the knowledge of how he saw your whole relationship had you spiraling.

When Daniel woke, he was always an early riser, he found you already wide awake and anxious. The Aussie knew by the look on your face that you didn’t want to leave the safety of the hotel room alone and he quickly invited you to breakfast. Said and done, Daniel kissed his sleeping girlfriend goodbye before the two of you trudged out in the hallway. It was still early enough that everything was quiet and empty, the only sound being your yawn and Danny typing on his phone.

“You think they have pancakes?” You asked, rubbing your eyes as you walked. He hummed, looking up from his phone with a small smile.

“I hope so. I need some.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Me too. And I need them to practically be swimming in chocolate sauce and-“ You stopped, both talking and walking, when you saw a door open further down the hallway. Daniel walked a few more steps, glancing between Max stepping out of the room and you with an apologetic pout. He must’ve told Max you were coming. Asshole. You met his gaze and he mouthed a sorry, making you shake your head before carefully looking over at the man standing in the doorway. He offered an unsure smile. Daniel grabbed your arm, giving you no choice but to start walking again. When the two of you reached Max he gave you an encouraging squeeze and patted Max on the shoulder before he disappeared down the hallway. You should’ve known you couldn’t trust Daniel.

“Hey.” Max said softly, making you look up at him. You took note of the dark circles under his eyes and judging by the way his face fell he probably noticed how red yours were.

“Hi.”

“You wanna talk?” Max opened the door a bit wider and with a soft nod you snuck past him into the room. You heard him let out a breath of relief and you found yourself being almost grateful that he seemed to be just as nervous as you were. You sunk down on the edge of the bed, watching as Max sat down in one of the chairs. He rubbed his hands over his face before leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged and pulled your legs up under yourself, casting your gaze down on your fiddling fingers. “Not to good, I guess.” You answered honestly, Max answering with a soft hum, agreeing. Things were quiet for a while before he spoke up.

“Are you still angry?” You would’ve been annoyed at the question if it wasn’t for the genuine sadness in his voice. Instead you shook your head.

“No. Just a bit sad I think.”

“I didn’t mean to make you sad schatje.” His words were almost whispered. You looked up at him through lashes.

“Do you still believe we’re only together because you’re paying me?”

“That was never- that not what I meant.” He practically whined, shaking his head. “I love you.”

“You just don’t think I actually love you? I’m just using you for your money?” Max gave you a defeated look, shaking his head quickly.

“That’s not-“

“It’s exactly what you said Max!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. You felt the tears pressing behind your eyes again. “Do you know how much of a bad fucking girlfriend I feel like knowing that’s how you see us? Me?” His eyes widened slightly but he didn’t have time to say anything before you started talking again. “I mean, I would’ve paid for my own food, my own travels- everything! If I just knew you felt like that I wouldn’t have let you spend your money on me but you always insist and you’ve always told me you wanted to-“

“I do want to.” He intervened quickly.

“But you want to for the wrong reasons. You want to because you think you need to, because you think I want you to.” When your eyes met again you could tell Max didn’t know what to say. His mouth opened and closed again, no words coming out as his gaze faltered to the ground. You reached up and quickly wiped a stray tear, sniffing quietly as the silence settled. It felt like forever before you heard Maxs voice again.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I don’t either.” You agreed.

“Let’s just-“ Max sighed, scratching the stubble on his cheek. “Let’s just go home, yeah?” When you didn’t answer he leaned forward slightly, trying to get your attention. You slowly raised your gaze to met his, both your eyes portraying to much emotions to process.

“I think I need to be alone for a bit.”

“Yeah, okay. Yeah sure.” He nodded, swallowing harshly. “I’ll- eh, I’ll go down to breakfast and you can order up? If you want to? And then I’ll text you when it’s time to leave for the airport?”

“No, Max.” You shook your head, face contorting in a sad frown. He paused, offering an encouraging nod. He wanted you to tell him what you needed, how to fix this. He was willing to do whatever you wanted. Or at least he thought so. “I think I need to be alone for more than a few hours. Like, I think I should travel alone back home, maybe even back to my parents for a bit. Just to-“

“Wait.” You hated the look of panic mixed with pure hurt that flashed across his face as he sat up a bit straighter. “Wait, no, y/n please.”

“I’m not saying that we’re breaking up Max.” You assured him, watching with a heavy heart as he stood, quickly making his way over to you. The second he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed his hands found yours and you could feel the panic seeping through his fingers.

“I get that I fucked up. I get that. I shouldn’t have said what I said, I didn’t mean it. Liefje please don’t-“

“Max.”

“Please don’t leave me. You know I love you, right?” With every word his voice lost its steadiness and you could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. “I love you so much-“

“Max.” You interrupted him again, pulling your hand from his grasp to reach up and cup his cheek. “I know, alright? I know. I love you too.” His eyes flickered between yours, unconsciously leaning into your palm.

“Don’t leave.”

With a soft breath you leaned in to press a light kiss against his lips before shuffling closer, letting him wrap his arms around your body. When you placed your head against his chest he tightened his grip, terrified of letting go. The two of you sat like that, just holding each other for what felt forever. You thought back on the past twelve hours. The words that had been said, the insecurities that’d bubbled up. You knew Max never meant to hurt you, you knew that even before you entered his hotel room this morning but the conversation you just had cemented it. The man currently holding you tightly against his chest was the love of your life, no doubt about it, but that didn’t change the fact that all you could think about right now was money. His money, your money, how you could ever let him spend even one euro on you ever again. The thought had your insides churning and that’s why you knew you needed time. Time to process and figure this out before you could come back to him.

“How long?” You snapped out of your thoughts at Maxs voice, so quiet and gentle that you barely caught it at first. When you asked what he meant he let out a breath. “How long do you need? How long til you come back?”

“I don’t know Max. But I’ll come back. I promise.”

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Ten days. For ten days the only contact between you and Max had been an occasional phone call and a few pictures. He sent you updates on Jimmy and Sassy and you answered with pictures of your parent’s dog, Bongo. Other than that he gave you the space you’d asked for, no matter how much it hurt him not to constantly beg you to come home.

During your time at your parent’s house you’d spent your time just being. Going back to your roots. You hadn’t been brought up traveling the world in private jets or expensive boats and despite loving your life with Max it felt nice to just trudge around your parents backyard in your pajamas, throwing sticks for your dog to fetch. Your father was the most logical person in your life, he’d always been the one you’d turn to when you needed advice and this time it was no different. Your parents both loved Max and they were obviously upset when you came home crying, but after a few days spent talking and reasoning with them you finally saw the situation in a different light. Your dad’s words echoed in your head as you carefully slipped the keys into the door of your apartment, a deep breath leaving your lips when you stepped inside. You were relived to finally be home and you could almost feel yourself buzzing at the thought of seeing Max again. You spoke his name as you walked through the apartment, frowning slightly at the stillness of it. It took you a few minutes before you finally made it to Maxs office, stopping in the doorway when you saw him. He was in his gaming chair, one knee tucked against his chest and chin resting tiredly against it. The computer was turned off, instead his attention was on the toy in his hand as he bounced it slightly for Sassy to play with. You smiled softly at the sight, feeling your chest swell when you heard Max mumble something to the cat.

“Where’s Jimmy?” Despite your words coming out soft and quiet Max flinched, dropping the toy to the ground as he looked up at you. His eyes were wide and lips parted slightly as he took you in, trying to convince himself you were really there.

“You’re home.” He stated and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, nodding.

“I told you I’d come back, right?” Max just shook his head, rising from the chair. In a few quick strides he reached you, immediately wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you tightly against his chest. Without a thought your arms snaked around his waist, feeling your whole body relax completely for the first time since before all this. You didn’t know exactly what it was that had you suddenly feel your throat closing up, the tears pressing behind your eyes as you turned your face even deeper into his shirt, but you knew they were good tears.

“Fuck.” Maxs voice was shaky, you could tell he was on the verge of crying too, and you squeezed him even tighter. “Fuck I missed you.”

“I missed you too Maxie.” You mumbled against his chest, breathing in his scent. You’d known you’d missed him while at your parents, but somehow you hadn’t expected to be quite this emotional reuniting with him. The two of you held each other for a moment, only separating slightly when Sassy pushed her way between your legs, loud noises leaving her small frame. As you leaned away from Max you chuckled down at the furry creature, softly assuring her that you’d missed her too, before your gaze moved up to your boyfriend. You found him already staring down at you, one hand reluctantly leaving your body to reach up and cup your cheek. When you leaned slightly into his palm you noticed him release a breath, finally a small smile making its way to his face. It disappeared too soon for your liking, a light frown taking its place.

“I’m so sorry.” He began, voice serious.

“Max-“ you sighed, but he shook his head and you pressed your lips together, deciding to let him talk. By the look on his face it seemed like he really needed to get this out.

“I realized a few days ago that I never actually apologized. I wanted to call and tell you straightaway but I didn’t want to disturb, I didn’t want to say it over text either but- baby I’m so sorry.” Max spoke slowly, he needed you to really hear him. “I never should’ve said any of that shit and even though I didn’t mean it like you think I did I should’ve realized how it sounded.” He paused for a second, hand slipping from your face to gently hold yours between your bodies. You nodded encouragingly, gently swiping your thumb across his knuckles as he continued. “For me it has always been sort of obvious that the things I have I’ve gotten because of racing. My dad always said that if I wanted something I had to be the best and I guess that just fucked with my head, fucked with the way I see myself and people around me. I’m used to people wanting something from me and somehow I applied that to you too, despite the fact that I’ve actually never felt like that with you. I fell in love with you because you made everything seem so effortless, like you just needed me and nothing else. You’ve never asked me for anything, even if you could and I’d happily give it to you, and I can’t for my life figure out why I would say what I said. I think it was my own insecurities, my fears, that had me place those thoughts on you and I can’t stress enough how fucking sorry I am for that.” He swallowed hard, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he waited for you to answer. Your eyes trailed over his face and you contemplated carefully how to respond before eventually speaking up.

“I know you didn’t mean it like- like I thought in the beginning. I realize that now, after some time. I understand your point of view- or maybe I don’t understand it but I accept it. I know you Max, I know the way your mind works and your insecurities. But you also know me and it really hurt me to know that even the thought of me being with you for your money crossed your mind.” His gaze dropped down to your hands at your words, nodding. He was ashamed, you knew he was, and despite knowing he might deserve it you really didn’t want him to. Not anymore. With a soft breath you pulled your hand from his, reaching up to cup both his cheeks. When Max met your gaze again you offered a small smile, thumbs moving over his skin. “We all let stupid thoughts cloud our minds sometimes, that’s human. I’m not holding it against you as long as you promise me you’ll tell me if you ever actually feel like I’m somehow taking advantage of you. Or your money.”

“I promise.” He nodded quickly and you couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. Without another word you reached up on your toes, capturing his lips in a long awaited kiss. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a short and sweet peck the both of you craved more, having been away from each other for way too long. Max deepened the kiss and it didn’t take long until he hoisted you up in his arms, lips instead attacking your neck and shoulder as he mumbled scattered declarations of love against your skin.

Later that evening the two of you laid curled up in bed, legs tangled together and Maxs head placed securely on your chest. As your fingers combed their way through his hair his drew random shapes against your skin, both of you enjoying the sounds of Jimmy and Sassy’s purring from the other side of the bed.

“I’d love you every time.” Max mumbled suddenly, making you pause for a second before continuing your movement.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’d find you no matter what, I’d love you in every timeline and every universe. No matter what any of us were doing I’d find a way to be with you.” His words were almost a bit slurred, the sleepiness thick in his voice, but you heard him loud and clear and it made your heart swell.

“I’d find you too Max. Even if you worked at a gas station.”

Tagging ppl who asked for pt2 <33 @brod16 @spookystitchery @witchsbitchestime @bingussthirdtoe @itsjustkhaos @tylerstacobell @ironmaiden1313 @bitchreader @sp1rl @marvelfangirl04 @kravitzwhore @darleneslane @amberpanda99

#mv1 #IN LOVE WITH THIS

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maxverstappendefender · 3 days

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MAX'S PHONE CASE HAS A PICTURE OF A CAT. HE'S SO DOMESTIC AND SOFT AND *THIS* IS THE MAN Y'ALL PRETEND IS EVIL??????

#is this your villain dts?#cat dad #mv1

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maxverstappendefender · 3 days

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-some fans need to recognize when their fav driver sucks as a person and hopefully not align themselves with the bad views that driver might have

-you can’t call yourself a ferrari fan and hate on either carlos or charles while you praise the other

-some drivers are SO out of touch with reality (not going to say who)

-i love daniel ricciardo but he is starting to not achieve enough and there are better options for that seat (liam lawson)

What’s your formula one hot take?

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #f1 hot take #formula 1 #f1 drivers #tifosi #ferrari #charles leclerc #carlos sainz

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maxverstappendefender · 4 days

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so american ✢ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader

warnings: none; just some silly shit, some swearing, google translate dutch

summary: y/n is teasing way too many things at once…..can the fans keep up?

author's note: this is NOT an original concept i am aware of this. but this hasn’t left my brain in days. i’ve got a very specific vision so let me cook. i know i haven't posted on here in over a year but i've returned an f1 fan. enjoy!

yourname added to their story!

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yourname: i think i'm in love with montreal. sorry i’ve been so off the grid but i am Loving Life so hard. so much inspo in my life rn. will talk soon i promise. love u all bunches 🫶🏼🌷

ynsbestfriend: hey queen you have done it again!

-> yourname: ugh i love you so bad

user1: UM BAE WHOS THAT IN THE LAST SLIDE?

-> yourname: beats me!

-> user1: i do not trust you.

lilymhe: hiiiii pretty girl

-> yourname: stop im blushinggggg

user2: i fear she’s in her lover girl era

-> user3: girl help im so fucking scared right now what’s happening

user4: so does any of this have to do with your story from yesterday??????

*liked by yourname.*

maxverstappen1 added to their story!

yourname added to their story!

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yourname: life's been a beach lately. clearly i've been loathing my time in spain ://///

user5: IS THAT MAX

-> user6: no bc it HAS to be

heidiberger_: Loved spending the week with you! 🤍

-> yourname: same!!!!!! let's do it again sometime 🥰

-> user6: NOT DANNY RIC'S GF COMMENTING?????? AND LILY MUNI HE ON HER LAST POST???????

user6: no bc even if her and max were dating and she's been traveling with him why have we not seen her in the paddock

-> user7: to throw us off our rhythm????

-> user8: what if they debut at his home race in spa ijbol

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tagged: maxverstappen1, redbullracing, and ynsbestfriend

yourname: hahaha felt like dropping 2 things at once on u guys LOLLLLLLLL. thank u to redbullracing, spagrandprix, and the city of spa for letting me and my friends crash the race the other week to film the “so american” music video, and to maxie for winning in ur home country. it was so fucking special to be there supporting u. i love u baby!

ps. another thank u to max for thinking i'm the funniest person in the world and making fun of my americanness for as long as i've known him (which is quite a while).

enjoy this tune guys. it's urs forever and i hope u love it as much as i love the person it's about 🫶🏼 🇧🇪 🇳🇱 TU DU DU DU!!!!!

user9: OH NMY GOD I FUCKING KNEW I SAW U IN THE GARAGE

ynsbestfriend: thanks for letting me third wheel mommy

-> yourname: no one else i'd rather drag along!!!

danielricciardo: Welcome to the family! Song's a banger although I can't believe it's actually about Max of all people 🤢 GROSS!!

-> yourname: jealousy is a disease danny.

user10: i actually cannot fathom this this is so me core

alexandramalsaintmleux: I am so glad to know you! Your happiness is everything 🩷

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maxverstappen1: Spent a week away in New England with my talented, gorgeous girl. Loved getting away and experiencing America through her eyes! Consider me an honorary American now! Also, stream “So American” wherever you choose. It's about me 😉

yourname: does this mean i can stop hiding in the garage now???

landonorris: Happy for you mate! Love the song as well yourname 🤍

-> yourname: awe thank u lando 🥺 i got more to show u when i see u next!!!!!!

redbullracing: ❤️💙

user11: MAX IS IN HIS LOVER BOY ERA

danielricciardo: How many more times can you say American?

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tagged: maxverstappen1

yourname: nothing like celebrating the best 2 weeks of my life than showing my boy around ye olde stomping grounds #soamerican

liamlawson30: This is so American of him

-> yourname: like he fits in so well!

lydianight: u'll have him in the american flag board shorts in no time

-> yourname: baby steps :///

user11: she really is in her lover girl era 🥺

clairo: did you take him to the chipotle that is also a historic landmark downtown??

-> yourname: dude of COURSE i did. he said it was "interesting"

yourname added to their story!

#mv1 #love this!!

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maxverstappendefender · 4 days

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‘cause i’m that bitch.

pairing: charles leclerc x fashionista!reader.

warnings: nothing! just reader being a bad bitch.

faceclaim: rihanna.

summary: charles keeps trying to tell everyone he’s in a relationship with you, the it girl of the fashion world. yet, no one believes him. he’s very keen on changing that.

— part two of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

liked by vogue, zendaya and 3,822,728 others.

yourcompanyname: our boss y/n l/n at the cfda gala last night where she was awarded the fashion icon award. pictures of her arriving to, during and after the event.

ynswife: ‘do my tits bother you? they're COVERED… in swarovski crystals girl!’

-> user1: oh she ate this look up so bad.

user7: i remember when she was still interning for vogue and now she’s one of the biggest makeup and clothing moguls in the world 🥺

-> yourcompanyname: thanks for being with us since the beginning!! check your dms for a surprise! 🙈

user5: that’s my favourite fashion designer!

user6: did y’all see the post-award interview? she was giggling saying she was going to celebrate with someone after getting the award…. i wonder who it was.

-> user9: probably just her best friend. they’re really close and she helps her get ready for events like this.

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT.

— phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.

CHARLES LECLERC: they don’t believe it! they don’t believe i’m dating you!

Y/N L/N: they’re probably joking babe-

LECLERC: they called me a french twink! i’m not even french!

L/N: i know babe.

LECLERC: we need to ramp it up. can i wear one of your designs? maybe they’ll understand when i’m dressed in your fashion.

L/N: i have the perfect outfits for you. i’ll send them tomorrow!

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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gqmens: charles leclerc is our new cover boy, dressed in yourcompanyname’s menswear from head to toe.

landonorris: can you get me some clothes 😩

-> user6: BUY EM 🤨

user2: idc if he’s a stalker, he’s sooooo fine i’m sorry.

-> dumbass1: he can stalk me deadass. go all joe goldberg on me 😍😩

user89: he’s really trying to make us believe that he’s dating her…. we’re not that gullible dumbass!

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

liked by yourcompanyname, vogue and 1,728,727 others.

y/nsfanpage: last night y/n was seen at the movie premiere of ‘material girl’, the second film that she’s produced under her production company!

user3: queen!! don’t know what looks better, her or the movie!

user8: some vroom vroom guy is saying he’s dating her….

-> user9: imagine 😭

user7: he’s even buying clothes to pretend he’s sponsored by her that’s crazy 😭😭😭😭

-> user5: she needs a restraining order i’m so serious.

user6: she looks so good!! 😍

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT

— phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.

LECLERC: we need to pull out the big guns.

L/N: if you’re sure…

LECLERC: i just want people to understand and believe i’m dating you. i don’t want people to believe i’m a weird stalker.

L/N: oh babe, i’m so sorry. you know what? i’ll take the day off tomorrow, we can go out and spend all day doing what you’d like to do.

LECLERC: all i want to do is be with you.

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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ham1ltonshaderoom: after initial disbelief from the internet, business mogul and it girl y/n l/n has been spotted cosying up with formula one driver charles leclerc in an art gallery in paris. how are we feeling about this new couple ham1ltons?

user7: HE STOLE MY WIFE!!!!!! BOOOO

user6: i apologise mr leclerc i was unfamiliar with your game.

-> user7: don’t ever doubt the game of a peculiar white dude.

user78: she looks so good even blurry.

user67: that outfit is crazy he looks like a mime.

-> user23: he’s never beating the french allegations.

user12: first pic is actually so cute!!

user34: i still think it’s photoshopped.

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

taglist: @lemon-lav @firelily-mimi @formulaal @sya-skies @namgification @raevyng @ajvaix @demvnsriot @blupblupfish @ravisinghs-wife @f1kenzzz @d3kstar @wildflowermarns @ironmaiden1313 @evie-119 @decafmickey @nichmeddar @casperlikej @cuteskz @charlesleclercsonlywife @booksandflowrs @mxdi0 @alexmarie29 @iloveyou3000morgan @fate-posts @luckyladycreator2 @23victoria (don’t see yourself or wanna be removed? send an ask!)

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#cl16 #ahhh im so in love with this

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maxverstappendefender · 5 days

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based on true events

#ttpd #f1 #real unfortunately

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maxverstappendefender · 6 days

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"a menace on the sprint, almost crashed on Charles, crashed on Q2"

him talking to the media:

he's SO annoying, I love you unemployed Carlos Sainz, you sure know how to keep things interesting

#brown doe eye power #he don’t gaf #love him sm #cs55

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maxverstappendefender · 9 days

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up the oranges? | max verstappen

face claim: non specific :)

tagged: ybfngram, landonorris, mclaren

liked by ybfngram, landonorris and 83,928 others

y/nstagram bestie won paddock passes to mclaren garage and was gracious enough to let little noob me tag along! up the oranges or whatever she said 🧡

ygfngram it's papaya babe... but thank u for letting me rant about all things f1!! (and thank u for the lando pic i'm gonna be so insufferable from now on) ↳ y/nstagram wdym from now on?? but i enjoyed it! 🫶

user1 y/n and f1?? the crossover we never knew we needed

user2 please say you vlogged it!! ↳ y/nstagram ofc i did 🫶 coming next week!!

landonorris was lovely to meet you guys! :) liked by y/nstagram and ybfngram

mclaren if y/n says it's up the oranges, it's up the oranges... you're welcome back anytime 🧡 ↳ y/nstagram sorry best friends.. up the papayas! 🧡

tagged: landonorris, oscarpiastri, mclaren, maxverstappen1

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y/nstagram new vlog out now! the orange (😉) boys explain f1 to me, we take a look around the mclaren garages and a certain world champion sneaks in! link in bio 🧡

landonorris for someone who's never seen an f1 race, you picked it up pretty well! ↳ ybfngram not for lack of trying, she never wants to join my race nights 💔 ↳ y/nstagram next time baby! girls night ❤️

redbullracing we think she'd look better in blue 👀 ↳ maxverstappen1 agreed ↳user2 ARIANA? what are you doing here

mclaren back 🤺 redbull 🤺 back!

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mclaren we must say, orange suits you y/n 🧡

y/nstagram thank you for having me back mclaren! the oranges are safe and sound in my kitchen 🫡 ↳ user1 oranges?? ↳ y/nstagram when i arrived, they had a bowl of oranges waiting for me... humiliating babes...

landonorris the highlight was her peeling oranges for oscar and patting his head like a baby ↳ oscarpiastri didn't see her peeling YOU oranges though 🤨 ↳ y/nstagram that's ybfngram's job xx ↳ ybfngram i would have if SOMEONE would have invited me... ↳ y/nstagram you were literally on another continent grumpy pants ↳ mclaren next time we'll bring some oranges for you ybfngram 🧡 ↳ ybfngram and that's why i'm a papaya girl for life 🧡 liked by mclaren and landonorris

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redbullracing it's mr steal your girllll 🎶

mclaren ... y/n how could you do this to us ↳ y/nstagram MCLAREN ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.. you know i love you 🫶 ↳ mclaren save it 💔

landonorris not you too 💔 ybfngram ↳ y/nstagram tbf i did have to physically wrestle the shirt onto her, dw she immediately went back to orange 🧡 ↳ ybfngram lando sweetie... the papaya is in my veins... i was coerced... ↳ landonorris guess i'll have to bring you back to our side of the paddock 😉

maxverstappen1 i was right, she does look better in blue 💙 ↳ user1 back of the line mr verstappen we were simping first liked by y/nstagram ↳ y/nstagram free red bulls for life and i'll back the blue ↳ mclaren wtf? ↳ maxverstappen1 consider it done ↳ christianhorner i don't remember agreeing to this max

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y/nstagram alexa play the dutch national anthem 💙

redbullracing our favourite song 💙

user1 did max draw that himself 😭 ↳ maxverstappen1 y/n made it for me!

mclaren y'all are cute or whatever... ↳ y/nstagram still love you mclaren 🧡

scuderiaferrari we spot our charles, maybe red will suit you too y/n ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram if you can get me a ferrari, i'll consider it xx ↳ scuderiaferrari ... let us make some phone calls ↳ maxverstappen1 i will burn it to the ground. ↳ user1 ur so real for that max, fight for your red bull girl! liked by maxverstappen1

user2 y/n having all these f1 teams wrapped around her finger... what she deserves

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y/nstagram back at it again with another f1 vid! this time i convinced the red bull gang to do a mukbang with me before mr MV1 zoomed off to win another race! 🫶 link in bio 💙

user1 bro max was so whipped in this video... ↳ user2 TRULY! she had him giggling and kicking his feet the entire vid

user3 how does it feel to watch y/n snatch ur man danielricciardo ↳ danielricciardo he used to giggle and tuck his hair behind his ears like that with me 💔 come home max, the kids miss you x ↳ maxverstappen1 fuck them kids

redbullracing poor checo thirdwheeling again... ↳ schecoperez to be honest i checked out halfway through ↳ y/nstagram nooo checo my king im sorry 💔 next time it will be just us two 💙 ↳ maxverstappen1 not if i have anything to do with it

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mclaren is this what it feels like to be cheated on? 💔 ↳ y/nstagram my hearts big enough for both orange and blue 🧡💙

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redbullracing yo bro who got you smiling like that...

user1 red bull soft launching their drivers relationship?? admin on a scale of 1 to 10 how fired are you ↳ redbullracing i am declining all of christians calls... ↳ christianhorner see you at work monday. ↳ redbullracing oh its so over

maxverstappen1 can't believe red bull admin beat us to it y/nstagram 💔 ↳ y/nstagram aaand i guess that was the hard launch

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y/nstagram so here's my bf(?) i guess... thanks redbullracing

danielricciardo stealing the second image thanks! ↳ y/nstagram 🫡

maxverstappen1 you couldn't have made it cute ↳ y/nstagram just showing your true personality babe x

maxverstappen1 love you or whatever 🙄 liked by y/nstagram

user1 she's so real for these pics

redbullracing if it makes you feel better i did nearly lose my job ↳ user1 we got your back admin ❤️

user2 the first pic should be framed and hung in the louvre liked by y/nstagram and maxverstappen1

user3 why the ? by bf ??? ↳ y/nstagram we never really made it official?? red bull did it for us i guess hahaha ↳ maxverstappen1 oh make no mistake, you're mine ❤️ liked by redbullracing and y/nstagram

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maxverstappendefender · 9 days

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“Gold-digger.”

Max Verstappen x reader

TW: Angst, arguing I guess

A/N: I’m in such a drought I need requests </3

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It had been a good weekend. A great one even. The weather had been nice, no rain but not too warm, and not one single DNF which had just about everyone feeling happy. Just a few hours ago you cheered for your boyfriend as he took the steps up to the top of the podium, giggling slightly as he sent you a wink from his high position. You never got tired of seeing Max win, you loved it. Loved how hardworking he was and loved that it gave result. Loved to see him happy. You also most definitely didn’t mind the adrenaline he still had coursing through his body when the two of you got back to the hotel, having him press you up against the shower wall with quick and hard thrusts. Looking at the two of you right now, smartly dressed and sitting on opposite sides of the big table surrounded by your friends, no one could imagine the whimpering mess you’d been just a while ago. You smiled as you watched Max across the table, one hand holding his beer as the other was cupped around Daniel’s ear. By the giant grin on Danny’s face you knew Max was whispering gossip to him and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh. All around the table people seemed happy, relaxed, and since it was three weeks until the next GP you all found it necessary to both celebrate a good race weekend and the well-deserved upcoming break.

“You think she’d be with me if I wasn’t rich?” You snapped out of your own thoughts, eyes trailing back to your boyfriend. He seemed to be in the middle of some sort of jokey rant, the glimmer in his eye tipping you off to the fact that he was slightly tipsy. Max nodded to you with a grin as the table laughed. “No way man.” You rolled your eyes but chuckled along. Tipsy Max always pulled stupid jokes but because he was so disgustingly adorable everyone was fine with it.

“Shut up Max.” You pointed your fork at him and he grinned, winking back. For a moment the table seemed to move on to other topics but somehow it ended with Max once again saying something about your relationship. He claimed that he didn’t only have his career to thank Redbull for, they had helped him land you too. This time you couldn’t shrug off the feeling that his words were deeper than just a silly comment and you felt the need for him to finally say he was joking. When he dropped a third comment you pushed your brows together, having had enough, and called him out.

“Max.” Your voice had him shifting his gaze to you, the smile still evident on his face. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the sudden frown on your face. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“You don’t think we’d be together if you weren’t with Redbull?” You were in disbelief, not really comprehending what he was actually talking about. Joking about. Max only shrugged, sporting a carefree smile.

“Maybe if I drove for Ferrari too.” He joked, still keeping the conversation light.

“Not McLaren? That wouldn’t be good enough?” Lando spoke up from the other end of the table and when Max answered with an exaggerated frown and shake of his head everyone once again started laughing. You didn’t. You watched your boyfriend, the big smile on his face as he joked about your relationship making you feel sick. Was he even joking? Or did he actually sincerely believe that the two of you wouldn’t be a couple, that you wouldn’t date him, if he wasn’t rich? It took Max a few moments before his gaze landed on you again, the grin simmering down when he saw the look on your face.

“Are you serious?” You asked again, even though you were starting to realize you wouldn’t like the answer. Max just chuckled and you felt your heart crack at the prospect of him actually thinking you were with him for the money. With a hard swallow you leaned back in your chair, focusing your gaze down into your wineglass as the table moved on.

The rest of the night you did your best to keep up, forcing smiles and laughs even though you wanted nothing else than to sink through the floor. Max didn’t seem to notice. You took note of who payed for dinner, Charles, and made sure you transferred him your share the second you and Max got back to the hotelroom. You had never done that before, no one had, because one of the guys usually offered to take the tab and Max had told you they basically took turns paying. It had never crossed your mind before, but after tonight’s conversations it felt important to pay for yourself.

“Liefje?” Max called from the bedroom as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, removing your makeup. He popped his head through the door a second later, a slight frown on his face. “Chuck is asking why you’re sending him money?”

“Because he paid for dinner.” You answered simply, swiping a cotton pad across your cheeks. Max huffed.

“So?”

“So I’m paying for what I ate. And drank.” You paused to look at him through the mirror. When he still sported a questioning pout you sighed. “Don’t want him to think we’re just friends because he’s rich.” It took Max a moment to process your words, connecting them to earlier that night. When he did he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“You’re mad about that whole thing?” He asked and it honestly chocked you that he could be so surprised about it. When you broke the eye contact, moving back to start moisturizing your face, he let out another breathy laugh. “Seriously y/n?”

“You’re an asshole Max.” You muttered. Max shuffled closer to you. Even though you were annoyed, mad even, you didn’t stop his hands from smoothing over your hips. You watched his smile through the mirror but didn’t reciprocate it.

“Don’t be mad about that.” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. In moments like this you hated that he knew exactly how to make you break. You felt your anger slowly subside when he kneaded his fingers into the skin above your hips, lips still pressing warm kisses against your bare skin. You had almost forgotten how upset you were until he spoke up again. Max had placed his lips just against your ear, something that would usually make you shiver in a good way. Now it had your skin burning hot in anger instead. “I don’t mind paying for you, I like that you like it.”

In a millisecond you had pushed him away, quickly turning to look at him instead. “Are you fucking serious?”

“What?

“I don’t like that you spend your money on me. That’s not why I’m with you, I- how can you even say that? I would love you even if you worked at a fucking gas station.” You were frustrated now, even more so when you saw Max roll his eyes. He obviously still thought you were being dramatic, that this whole thing was kind of amusing.

“Oh let’s be real, we wouldn’t be together if I wasn’t driving in f1 and you weren’t a model. Drivers date models and we do that because we have money, it’s not more complicated than that.” He said it so casually, leaning his hip against the sink. You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. It had been bad enough to know that he thought you used him, but now he’s admitting to only dating you for your looks and your work and suddenly everything felt ten times worse.

“You’re only with me because I’m a model, is that what you’re saying?” You asked slowly, impressed with yourself for keeping your voice steady and the tears at bay. Max shook his head.

“That’s obviously not what I mean, but-“

“Because in that case you can find someone else to spend your precious money on. I’m sure you can pay some hotter girl to be your girlfriend if that’s what you think a relationship is supposed to be like.” Your words were sharp and you saw his face drop just before you turned around, walking out of the bathroom. You immediately went to your suitcase, throwing it up on the bed. Max was quick to follow, stopping you from opening it with a strong hand on top.

“That’s not what I meant.” He repeated, finally seeming to understand the seriousness in his earlier words.

“But it’s what you said. It’s what you’ve been saying the whole night actually. You believe that we’re in some sort of business with each other where I get to use your money and you get to, what? Be like your friends? Date a model? That’s making you feel cool?” You shoved his hand away from your bag, dragging the zipper all around it to open. “I believe -believed- that we loved each other and wanted to be together because we enjoy it. I guess there was some miscommunication.”

“No, no you’re twisting my words.” Max argued, dragging his fingers through his hair in a stressed demeanor while he watched you start to pack your stuff into the bag. “I’m not saying-“

“I think you’ve said enough tonight, actually.” Shoving your suitcase shut again you paused to look up at your boyfriend. Or whatever he was now. He stared at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. The situation had escalated too quickly for him to follow and now all of a sudden he was panicking. “I’m gonna knock on Danny’s door, see if I can sleep there. I would advise you to figure out how you see us because if I’m simply someone you think you’re buying to be with you I’m out.”

“Schatje-“ he began, reaching a hand out to touch you. You moved away, pulling your bag down on the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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maxverstappendefender · 13 days

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𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ just thinking about some f1 drivers as kids and 🫠🫠

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ max, charles, lando, x fem!reader (separate)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ besides kids and pregnancy… jos verstappen (ALL MY HOMIES HATE JOS!!), a very very very small jules reference, google translated languages

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ heyyy… hey.. how ya’ll doing? 🫣🫣 FINALLY DONE! Sorry to be out for so long! not very happy with my lando piece though. I had a idea but I think i failed to execute it well :(. also, this this a very different format then what i’m used to doing now, so I hope you guys enjoy it 🩷

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

BEING a father was never a idea that made its way into Max’s mind, in fact, it’s something he’s scared of. From the get go, all he thought about and dedicated his time to was racing, from the break of dawn to the dead of night. If anything, if present day Max met himself in his teenage years, teenage Max would scoff in his face probably. With Jos, Max was on constant eggshells, were pleasing his father was forever his goal. But things change. Things changed since he started Formula One finally gaining some independence, and a noticeable change once he met you.

With you, Max felt loved. He never had to please you as long as he was being himself. He didn’t have to get first. He didn’t have to work his ass off everyday to impress his father. He got to show off his personality and didn’t have to suppress his stubbornness, or his humor. And he loved you for that.

Formula One will always be a priority, but Max’s tiers of importance changed 6 months ago, those 6 months ago where a new member of the Verstappen family entered the world. A little girl to be exact. Max never imagined himself as a father to a little girl, but after seeing her once she was born and getting to hold her, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

It was quiet. Perfectly quiet. The Monaco sun pushing its way through the blinds of the nursery as Max rocked back and forth in the chair, little girl in his arms, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks down at the shore being faintly heard from your guys’ apartment. It was early in the morning, 7 AM to be exact and as you rested up in bed, Max decided this will be his opportunity to spend some missed time with his little girl.

Looking down at her round face, he examined her features. The curve of her lips, the shape of her eyes, the silhouette of her nose. All of her features were yours besides her nose, inheriting Max’s profile. Everything was perfect to him. Too perfect.

The more Max looked at her stroking her cheek, the more he wondered if he was up for this.

He had no healthy representation of a father figure.

What if he lashed out at her like Jos did?

What if he can’t be the father she deserves?

What if-

“I know that look.” Your voice breaks him out of his trance. Max looked up from where he was sitting, seeing you stand in the doorway. “Care to share, Mr. Champion?” You asked, offering a smile, walking over to him.

“You’re supposed to be resting, Schatje.” He whispers out, getting up before placing the little on in the crib.

“Mom’s don’t get a chance to rest.” You say with a slight laugh before curving your lips into a frown. “What’s wrong Max?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“It’s just-Godverdomme…” He starts, before turning to you. “Am I a good dad?”.

“Max… you are a amazing dad. I promise you. She loves you so much, you have no idea how much.” You reassure him.

“…I’m scared. I don’t want to turn into my dad.” He whispers out, moving his gaze to the little girl in the crib. “What if I turn into my dad?”

“Max, look at me. Will you?” You say putting a hand on his cheek, making his eyes meet yours. “You aren’t him and you never will be. Knowing that what your father did is the first step in the right direction. She loves you. Everytime she sees you on TV, she lights up like the sun. If you weren’t a good father, she wouldn’t have been so calm in your arms. You aren’t Jos, Max. You are you and I love you. I wouldn’t have married you if I knew otherwise.” You explain, giving him a soft smile as he looks back at you.

Max gives a tight lipped response, glancing back at his daughter, using his hand to smoothen her baby hairs and cracking a smile.

Maybe he is more prepared for his little girl than he thought…even the princess tea parties in the future. And he can’t wait.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂

CHARLES would give up the world if it meant being a father. Growing up with three brothers, it was only natural of him to want kids of his own.

When you showed him the pregnancy test at Austrian GP, and uttered the words of a “I’m pregnant” while in the garage, he officially marked it as the best day of his life, second to marriage of course. His eyes going comically wide before immediately lifting you up, spinning you around as the crowd cheered and the Ferrari staff members offering their congratulations.

As the months passed along with the trimesters, Charles treated you like a piece of fine china. You weren’t even allowed to stand after 2 minutes without Charles fussing like a mother hen.

“Y/N, chérie, please sit down!” Is most likely the most common sentence he’s said in his life for 9 months.

Since the delivery of your son, Charles has been supporting you nonstop, if anything, even more than during the pregnancy. The second Charles saw him, tears gathered in his eyes, and in those dark blue eyes, boy was the light of his life. A new beginning. A new motivation. A motivation to push himself even harder. A motivation to try his best in every grand prix, but most of all, a motivation to love you and your son till his last breath.

It was the dead of night, calm and tranquil before cries disrupt the silence of the night. Rubbing your eyes, and checking the clock to read 2:34 AM, letting out a sigh, you lift the sheets off the bed before a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Go back to sleep amour, I’ll get him. You rest up, okay?” Charles says in a hushed tone, his voice still laced with sleep and his dark brown waves in a tangled mess from the pillow.

"But Charles, the season just finished... if anything you should-" You started before he placed a finger on your lips lightly.

"Sleep. Please. You've done more than enough when I was not here.." He pleaded.

Giving a nod, you slowly make your way back to bed, still awake though.

He cracks open the nursery room, lifting the little boy into his arms.

"Oh mon loulou, qu'est-ce que c'est ? Maman gave you food.. your diaper is changed..." Charles murmurs into to himself bouncing the little one up and down. The Ferrari driver was at a loss, nothing seemed to be wrong, but there was and he didn't know what to do as the crying simply continued.

"How about we take a walk?" Charles talked as if the little one can respond. The Monégasque steadily left the room, holding your son close before stopping in front of a photo taken of you and Charles on your first date. The photo shows you, smilingly a bit awkwardly at the camera, but charming nonetheless, with Charles next to you with a closed lip smile.

"There's maman at our first date. Doesn't she look pretty? Actually.. she is still the most beautiful woman in the world. She was very shy the entire time… “ Charles commented pointing at the photo, a smile gracing his lips. The little boys cries soon turn into whimpers, his little head turned to the image his parents.

“Oh, and here is of me and Maman at our wedding.” The driver commented, thinking fondly as he pointed to the photo next to it the previous. This time, it was of you both kissing underneath the arch of greenery and flowers. “This was before you were born…ou conçu” He muttered the last part..

You smiled at the not so subtle whispers of Charles as he recollects his memories from the past as the baby in his arms finally quiets down, Charles smoothening his tufts of dark hair that have become more apparent as time passed.

“And this… is when you were born…” Charles says with a smile before noticing that the baby fell asleep.

"You’re not exactly quiet y’know…” You say with a teasing tone.

“Y/N, what are you doing up still?” Charles questioned, adjusting the baby in his arms, slightly taken aback by your sudden presence. “…did you… hear everything?” He continued, a rosy tint lightly coating his cheeks in the dim light, as if a little kid caught red-handed.

“Well… the conversion was hard not to listen to.” You say, giving a tired smile. “He looks just like you, y’know that? From the lips, to the shape of his eyes… the curve of his nose…” You continue, taking the little one from his arms, giving a kiss to both him and Charles.

"Does he really?” Charles asked, turning to you with his bright, signature lopsided smile, his dimples showing before looking down at your son, his smirk slowly disappearing.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You seem worried…” You question, raising a brow with a concerned tone.

"Be honest with me…please?” He pleaded, seemingly embarrassed by the question he’s going to ask. You give a nod, signaling him to continue.

“Do you think he will hate me?” Charles blurted out. “I mean, I rarely spend time at home, leaving you to do all work in the apartment for more than half of the year and with the baby and your work- I just… I don’t want him to think that his father hates him for always travelling.“ You blink before sighing, placing your palm onto his cheek as you hold your son in one arm.

“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc. Our little boy will never hate you or anything of the such. You are the sweetest, and most loving father any child can ask for. I trust you and I love you.” You comfort him, stroking his stubbly cheek, making his charming grin return.

“…Thank you.”

“There’s that smile I love. Now come on… not only does our little Jules need his sleep, we do too.”

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒

LANDO didn’t think he’d be a father so young. If anything, Lando planned his future superbly. Complete Formula One with at least a world championship underneath his belt, get married, move back to England to be close to family, and eventually start his own family. But sometimes you have to live in the present instead of the future.

Needless to say, your pregnancy was unplanned. With a celebration of a podium win, alcoholic drinks, and the lights of the club, one thing led to another. Telling him was the stressful part but everything turned out better than believed.

The second you told him, his eyes widened before asking a “..Are you serious?”. As soon as you confirmed a bright, boyish smile overtook him, wrapping you in a tight hug and placing kisses all over your face and eventually onto your lower abdomen. During your pregnancy, he wanted the world to know and proudly showed you off. That’s when you knew everything will be perfectly fine with you, him and your new addition to the family.

It would be lying to say that the performance of McLaren during the Japanese GP was great. The strategy was below average, the cars were not at their best performance, but most of all, no podium for Lando or Oscar. Lando was frustrated. Even though it’s so early in his career, Lando feels as if he’s falling behind. And having no wins is rubbing salt in the wound. Having to be known as the racer with such a noticable and bold personality, he wants to prove himself to not only the fans, but journalists that he capable of being a world champion in given time.

“Fuckin’ hell..” Lando muttered, running a hand through his curly hair as he sat down on his driver's room couch. P5. If anything, most drivers will dream of a P5, but Lando wanted more. What could he have done differently?

What if he reacted faster to the lights out?

What if he made that turn quicker?

What if he listened to his impulses?

Will he ever win a race in his life?

Will he always be a disappointment to his girlfriend and daughter?

“I can hear what you’re thinking from a mile away Lando.” You snap him out of his thoughts, turning his head to face you as you hold your daughter. “I came to check on you. You left right after the interviews and we couldn’t find you. This little lady started to get fussy without you.”

“Did she now?” He asked, giving a smile to overshadow his frowning from earlier. trying to steer the topic away from the attention on him.

“Lando, I’m worried about you. You’ve been so… distant lately. Tell me what’s wrong.” You try to persuade him, taking a seat onto the driver’s room coach next to him.

“You don’t need to worry, it’s nothing major. Just-“

“Just you being self-critical and thinking about what you can do different during the race even though you tried your best and have done everything you can given the car that you have?” You say, catching him off guard by how spot on you were.

“…well… that was spot on.” He comments jokingly, giving a rather melancholic look. “How did you know?”

“Lando, I’ve known you since we were 16 and started dating since we were 19. We are now 24 and have a kid together. I sure hope I get this stuff right.” You explained in a teasing tone, but a tender expression begins gracing your face. “Do you want to talk about it?” You question, placing a free hand noto his cheek in a comforting manner.

He gently moves your hand from his cheek, holding onto it instead. “I guess I just want to prove myself and not disappoint you, our little girl, and the team.”

“Lando, we are more than proud of you. Hell, we are above and beyond elevated with how you’ve been doing since you joined F1.” You comfort, adjusting the little one in your arms as she tried to grab your hair.

“…Even with no career wins..?” Lando asks, his gaze meeting yours.

“Look at me Lando. Having no wins is perfectly fine. The fact you even made it this far into your career is amazing in itself. You need to stop doubting yourself and taking away the credit you deserve.” You continue, giving a soft look.

“I don’t want to disappoint her when she gets older.” Lando explained, “Her father in Formula 1, driving for McLaren with no wins for 6 seasons so far. I don’t want her to be embarrassed by her classmates when she gets older because of me-” He sighed before a small hand patted his face harshly.

"BAH!” The little girl squealed, her hand still resting against Lando’s cheek.

Lando groaned, still a bit surprised by the sudden attack. “What is it silly girl? Are you not happy daddy is talking down on himself?” Lando asked, a genuine smile appearing on his face, taking her from your arms and placing her in his lap for her to stand on. She placed her hands on both of his cheeks now, as Lando stroked her curly hair back from her face.

“She’s just saying what we are thinking.” You laugh, resting your head on Lando’s shoulder.

“Saying? I’m not sure much saying is going on.” He replies with a raised brow.

“…You get what I mean.” You roll your eyes and get up from the couch.

“I do.” He answers with a smirk., also getting up while holding his daughter close to him.

“Come on now. Let’s get out of here and celebrate how far you’ve gotten.” You say giving Lando a kiss on the lips and a kiss to the little one’s forehead.

Yeah. Lando wouldn’t change this one bit.

#f1 headcanons

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maxverstappendefender · 14 days

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mixed-up order

part viii

pairing: lando norris x reader

In which two neighbors, Lando and Y/N, find their lives entwined by a DoorDash mix-up.

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good luck - mv1

max verstappen x fem!reader smau

summary when max and y/n adopt a black cat and everyone thinks it’s bringing him bad luck, they are determined to prove them wrong

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That Should Be Me || CS55

🌶 In which Carlos finally gets his mini me but it doesn't turn out how he was expecting. || requested || Part Uno

🌶 warning: none, Carlos being jealous of his mini me.

🌶 chilli note: I guess dad!Carlos has become the specialty of the house🥹 Please send more requests, only have one more left in my inbox (don't be shy, i don't bite) 😔

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“Cariño, ya,” *dear* he nipped your shoulder with his teeth, and you chuckled focusing your attention back to the now asleep baby. “Si la atención es un problema, entonces puedo darte un varoncito y estaremos a mano,” *If attention is a problem, then I can give you a baby boy and we will be even* You immediately looked up surprised.

“Oh, ¿esa es la solución a esto?” *is that the solution for this?* he nodded smirking at you. In his eyes, you could see he was being serious. “Lo voy a pensar,” *I'll think about it* you replied, fighting your own smile.

You didn't spend long thinking about whether or not you wanted a second baby. You did have the conversation with Carlos a second time, speaking more calmly, debating whether it was right to try for another baby. But still you gave it a try, as soon as your princess turned one, and when you realized that another mini Sainz was on the way, you couldn't be happier.

Carlos was with you when you had your appointment to know the gender, he was praying to all Gods above that it was a baby boy. Out of you two, he was the happiest when the doctor announced it was indeed a boy and all the way home, he couldn't stop talking about the things he would buy for his boy, what he would taught him, the activities he would do with him... The man was excited.

Unfortunately for him, the minute Santiago was born, the boy decided his momma will be his favorite human for the time being.

“Hola, campeón,” *hello, champ* Carlos kneeled down in front of the couch where his baby boy was in your arms, just waking up from his nap, ready to be fed. “¿Quieres ver lo que te traje?” *Do you want to see what I brought you?*

This time around, Carlos, he tried hard. Santi was his exact carbon copy, you even compared a photo of Carlos when he was a baby, and it was literally the same as the baby boy in your arms.

Santi was unimpressed by his father, it could be because he was still fighting Morfeo, but he just stared at the man on his knees, blankly. And it could also be he was just a couple of months old, he's still trying to figure out the world he lives in. Carlos showed him his gift, it was a plushie of his Ferrari, another one to add to the collection.

He tried to make him grab it with his little hands, but Santi didn't want that. Instead he practically turned his back to his father, facing you, finding the hills of your boobs, where he laid there peacefully and without a care in the world.

You obviously didn't want Carlos to feel rejected by his own son, you told him that it was okay, that he was still sleepy, and that he could try again later. He did spent time with both Santi and Sofía, whenever he was home he cherished those moments with his kids, but as it's obvious, Sofía is the only one who is all over him, while Santi prefers to stay with his mama.

One night, you were tiring out Santi in your bedroom, while Carlos was taking a shower after he spent half an hour trying to get his daughter to sleep. Today he's been... moody. You did notice, but you've been literally the whole day with your boy that hadn't had the time to sit and talk to him. He felt bad for feeling that way but he was annoyed of his baby boy giggles and happy squeals, he was even more annoyed that they were directed to you, and not him.

“Otro beso a mamá,” *another kiss to mom* A baby being a baby, gave you an open-mouthed kiss. Carlos saw all that and even when deep down he didn't want to, he death glared at the both of you. “¿Tienes algo que hacer mañana? Estaba pensando en salir de compras con los niños, llevarlos al parque, o algo,” *Do you have something to do tomorrow? I was thinking about going shopping with the kids, taking them to the park, or something* You asked when you saw him get out of the shower, he heard you, yet he didn't reply. He walked straight to his drawer, grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on without taking a single glance at you. “¿Todo bien? Has estado raro todo el día,” *everything okay? You've been weird all day*

He said nothing. Walked towards his side of the bed, and undid the sheets, ready to go to sleep, ignoring you were on your side, with his boy on top of you.

“Carlos,”

“I'm-” he stopped himself from talking, debating whether he should tell you or not. He fixed his eyes on you and Santi, who was now sat in your lap, enjoying himself playing with the ring on your finger. Then he lookup at you. “Estoy celoso,” *I'm jealous* he said, diverting his eyes from you.

“¿Celoso? ¿De quién?” *Jealous? Of whom?* you asked confused. Carlos eyes went to Santi, who was now trying to reach his plushie that was far away from his little hold. “A ver, explícame, porque no estoy entendiendo nada,” *Let's see, explain to me, because I'm not understanding anything* You moved closer to him, along with Santi, who had now his beloved plushie.

“¿Recuerdas cuando me dijiste que Sofía solo te quería cuando tenía hambre?” *Remember when you told me that Sofia only loved you when she was hungry?*

“Estaba bromeando cuando dije eso,” *I was joking when I said that* you said.

“Lo sé pero ahora...” *i know, but now* he looked down to Santi, oblivious to the conversation his parents where having. “Él tiene toda tu atención, y quizá me molesta un poco,” *He has all your attention and maybe it bothers me a little*

You wanted to smile at his confession but you knew it wasn't the time. Obviously you found this a little funny, yes it is true that at the time, Sofia got more attention from Carlos than from you, but you never let it be anything serious for you, because you knew that because of his job, Carlos enjoyed the slightest moment with his kids and for nothing in the world did you want to get in the way of that. He still had a lot of Sofía's attention but he also wanted that of the little one of the house, and that is precisely what he is not receiving.

And he also wanted your attention.

“Tómalo,” *Take him,* you simply said. Carlos took his boy in his arms, and Santi didn't complain, he flopped down on his father's chest. He kissed his little head several times, wrapping his arms around his tiny frame, slowly lulling him to sleep. You scoop closer, and with one hand you make Carlos face you, and then you kiss him.

Your mouths moved at the same rhythm, gently, softly, enjoying that small gesture that you both needed from the other. You left it at a level suitable for the baby you practically had in your arms, but even so, Carlos couldn't help but silently ask for more in that kiss. You stopped him before he could tho.

“Te amo más que nada en este mundo, y no importa cuantos hijos tengamos robándose mi atención o la tuya, eso no va a cambiar, ¿de acuerdo?” *I love you more than anything in this world, and no matter how many children we have stealing my attention or yours, that's not going to change, okay?* You said while looking straight into his eyes, making sure he believes every single word you just said. “Además, tu querías un chico, así que, es tu culpa,” *Besides, you wanted a boy, so it's your fault,*

He nudges your shoulder, a small smile creeping in. He closed his eyes while kissing Santi's forehead, his little head was right under his chin and he wanted to keep him there for a little while. The little boy fell asleep listening to his daddy heartbeat and for Carlos, that was the greatest feeling in the entire world.

He will keep fighting for your attention tomorrow, but right now, he just wanted to enjoy the warmth the tiny human being in his chest provided him.

#dad Carlos is something so adorable #cs55

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LET ME BE THE LIGHTER | MV #CH9

series summary : max raced knowing he’d win. You raced as if you had nothing else to lose. That was something the fans of F1 had grown accustomed to since you joined. Being the only driver who could truly make the Max Verstappen break a sweat during this season, all the odds seemed to be in your favor during one eventful race where you could finally overtake him on the last few laps, breaking his winning streak and also —by consequence — yours and his peace in the near future.

warnings : swearing (as per usual), hints at past trauma, some tension, and surprisingly nothing else. This is pure fluff!

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CHAPTER NINE # FOUR DAYS LATE (FOUR DAYS CRAVING YOU)

“Okay, child, what’s on your mind?”

You feel Toto’s embrace before you get to look at him. The characteristic tone of his followed by his never-ending fanatics for calling you ‘child’ or ‘kiddo’, never ceases to amaze you. He does this too with George, despite you two being way over the edge of innocence, and whenever he calls you that way there is a glimmer in his eyes so shiny and pure it shuts down your complaints over the nickname.

Truth be told, you despise nicknames like ‘kid’ or ‘child’ with a burning passion but you’d never admit it out loud. Your father used to call you the same in a despective way, but whenever Toto says it, all letters flow with love and care. He means no harm so you never stop him despite the initial wave of disgust it brings you whenever you hear it.

“What if I’m not thinking about anything in particular?” You question and raise the glass bottle of beer to your lips, stopping to add something else to the newborn conversation before drinking. “You always think I’m up to something.”

“Well, I haven’t known you for many years to know when something’s bothering you, but given the current events I’m inclined to ask.”

The wood cracks under his weight, swaying momentarily under the weak movement of the nearly still fantasy lake surrounding you. The moon remains frozen in its place, painting in a ghostly manner the reflection of the water and casting weak shadows from the top of the trees to the bottom. You lean into Toto’s embrace comfortably, letting his cotton shirt wrap your exposed shoulders in a warm hug and your back rest on his chest.

“I wasn’t really thinking about anything important, I guess. I was just trying to figure out who leaked my address. Max said someone from Mercedes did it.”

“And I suppose Max’s word is a fact now.” Toto tries very poorly to mask his annoyance. From his perspective, you shouldn’t have known someone from your own staff threw you into the wolves so easily.

Your mind has been in a frenzy for many days now, constantly tosing around between the grasp of panic or anger. It did not serve you any purpose to know who could have betrayed the team so easily. The mere mention of someone close to you toying with your health that easily could inject you with some panic and fear, and Toto needed you to remain calmer in this situation and focus on your recovery instead of playing detectives and trying to solve the mystery behind the person who exposed you to those reporters.

He could deal with the matter alone.

“You are saying he lied to me?” You separate briefly from him to take a good look at his expression but he shakes his head in negativity and avoids your gaze.

“I’m not saying that I just think you shouldn’t be paying attention to this specific thing right now. I’ve already launched an investigation. We will get to the bottom of this.”

“And how is it going?”

“It’s only been two days since you got ambushed. The team is looking into it.”

“The same team with a member who leaked my private information,” you push him and he sighs. “Listen, I usually hate to complain here, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to make the investigation so obvious. It will be fairly easy for whoever gave out my information to hide their identity. You can go and launch whatever investigation you want, I just ask you to be discreet and keep me informed. The problem concerns me. I deserve to know.”

The wood sways again and many cracks follow until a second weight rests on the free side of Toto, laying against it and squishing him in the middle.

George sits facing the woods, leaning his full body weight on Toto’s shoulder for support and the old man groans. Is he the boss here or a simple resting device?

“What are you guys talking about?” You don’t see him but you are pretty sure he is smiling. “Lewis said we should start packing our things. He wants to leave in two hours max.”

“Well, he is not our boss and we’ve got our plane to use,” Toto replies rather dryly and you cannot help but chuckle. “We can take a flight later.”

“Nonsense, man. Lewis has more space on his plane and his seats are more comfortable to sleep in. I’m leaving with him,” George sentences and you take a big sip from your beer. “Now, what were you guys talking about? I know Yn’s your favorite child, but I also want to be included.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” you bite back, lightly pressing two fingers to his side, making the British man yelp and move from his spot. “You are the predestined man of Mercedes. Like Lecrerc but with less talent for music.”

“I’d have you know that I can be a pretty decent singer and I’m an amazing guitar hero player, so I’m probably a secret guitarist or some shit. I just need to buy a real guitar.”

“I hope I go deaf by the time you decide to dip your toes into the music industry,” Toto admits and you finally laugh loudly.

“Who needs enemies with friends like you two,” Russell tries to feign some anger but a big smile decorates his features, prompting you to laugh even harder. “I will swap teams next year. I swear.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Red Bull will ask you to be their second driver for the next season,” you tease and roll your eyes.

“Given the circumstances and how much Max has liked you lately, it’s more possible for you to swap teams. Traitor. I thought it was us two commanding the Verstappen hate club, now it’s only me.”

“Come on, we never hated him.”

“Talk for yourself. I’ve known him for longer. He’s a human hazard. That man’s ego is bigger than Red Bull’s capability to build rocket ships for racing — no offense, Toto. Our car is alright, but his is —.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Toto interrupts. “Let’s just finish our beers and stay in silence.”

After chuckling, you take another sip from your bottle and check how much drink you have left. The glass is almost empty and you want some more, but first, you want to discuss something with Toto, so you choose to go against his wishes and break the silence he has asked for.

“Toto…” You whisper. “I was thinking —.”

“No. I specifically said to stay silent and drink.”

Stubbornly, you take the final sip from your beer and shake it in front of him. “I ran out of beer so you’ll hear me babble, grumpy man.”

“Okay, as long as this conversation doesn’t go back to the media leak I think I will survive.”

“I’m gonna call Max and ask him if I can fly with him to our next location,” you express with tranquility and Wolff begins choking on his drink, prompting George to laugh and separate from the man as well just to poke fun at him. “Come on, man. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“F-fucking hell, are you nuts? You can leave with me or George and Lewis. Why would you want to take the Verstappen jet?”

“That’s not the problem. The problem is that she doesn’t look like she intends to eject Max out of the plane mid-flight,” George points out and you groan. “Why would you want to spend so many hours with him?”

“Because…” You trail off, unsure as to why you want to do this but having a vague idea of the benefits this spontaneous flight with your fake boyfriend will bring you. “Me and Max are on good terms now and we should start spending some time together. Plus, the last time I took a plane on my own with friends the media tore me to shreds. People still believe I’m cheating on Max with Carly, it will be good if they see me with my actual boyfriend.”

Toto lets out a huff and finally unwraps his clasp around your shoulders, giving you some space and resting his frame fully on the wood, taking a look at the clear sky. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but this is a good idea.” You let escape a soft celebratory ‘yes’ and push yourself up. “I will let their team know about the plan. It will help you two to dissipate some of the bad press you’ve been receiving, but I need you to keep me updated. And please, do board the plane as early as possible. The forecast said storms will hit soon. If you don’t leave tonight you’ll be stranded here.”

Taking a quick look at the sky, you catch glimpses of tilting stars in the vast darkness and shrug before agreeing with him. It doesn’t look like it will be raining any time soon, but you’ll let Max know.

The clouds haven’t ceased their cries since the first hours of the morning, blocking the sun rays from accessing the streets and hitting all windows. Splashes of water run down the pavement, collecting near the edges and creating small flowy waves, sliding down with ease and adding more crescendo to the overall sound of the stormy weather.

Thunder strikes far into the distance, silencing some cords of the guitar you are playing but you don’t stop your movements, barely paying attention to the vibrations coming from the outside. Max scans a few devices around the store until his eyes land on a small storage of vinyls with old compilations of bands. He sees the best of Led Zeppelin, a random album from Kiss next to it, and a special edition of Black Sabbath’s first album.

Momentarily, he lets his vision roam around and finds you sitting next to a guitar stand with one red and white guitar on your lap and some big headphones plugged in. Your back faces him, your mind refuses to process his presence, your attention remains on the sound, and Max takes in the image of you so directly being posed against the big windows of the store, choosing to keep your head low ignoring the sickening weather outside.

Since you missed your flight with him, concern didn’t fill you, much to Max’s dismay. You showed a bit of relief once the first raindrops fell and the sound of thunder lulled you.

At the time, he had been too preoccupied trying to play his game, but he did notice how the increasingly chaotic weather served to put you at peace, and the oddity left a weird sensation on his skin.

For a few minutes, Max struggled to remain seated in front of his computer. Your body relaxed on the mattress, eyes softly closed and arms clasped around the biggest pillow he had around. With the lightning occasionally flashing inside the place and the roaming of water hitting violently onto the glass, your breath followed a sing-song pattern, slowing down the more violent the weather turned, and Max craved to be in bed as much as you.

In a weird turn of events, he found himself still on his chair, physically craving to wrap his arms as tightly around you as you wrapped them around that pillow.

One single image slipped through his mind at that moment. If only the pillow you held was him…

Rapidly, he shook that idea away from his brain, forcing his focus back on the screen for another hour or two, until you slowly woke up from your slumber and offered him a sleepy smile before muttering a sweet hello to him.

Max could only gulp, caught red-handed on his place, light eyes roaming across your frame as you moved from your position to finally jump off the bed. He couldn’t stop tracing patterns on every corner you touched; from the little wrinkles on the covers of his bed to the fading grasp on the pillow and even the small steps you inflicted on the rug. He saw it all and digested it slowly.

You remained in his room for the next few hours, choosing not to bother him unless he went out of his way to start some small talk. When he turned on the camera you didn’t complain but tried your best to seem as uninterested as possible in his ministries, then he invited you to join and the situation took an unexpected turn.

Max was surprised by his own brain when he caught himself shamelessly coercing you to sit on his lap. Your frame remained still for two or three seconds too long before you caved, shyly accommodating yourself on his lap and taking ahold of his joystick, observing the screen in front of you.

Your body did not retreat once his touch became visible, instead, Max could feel you relax into his embrace. His arms flew around you, providing a level of warmth the room couldn’t even dream of offering you, and for a few minutes, all he did was comfortably rest his chin on the crock of your neck, with his eyes fixed on the screen but his mind locked on your presence.

Your skin, forever soft to the touch, clung to a dwindling sweet scent Max couldn’t quite describe because of how faint it was at the moment but he had to physically restrain himself from hoarding against the spot, smelling more profusely into the ghost of your perfume.

Calmly, you played with the functions of his simulator, a bit lost around the menu the screen showed, but too concentrated to even think of asking him for directions, and at some point you could finally access a race to play around, succesfully giving it a try for the first two or three minutes until you crashed your car and ended up pouting.

Max didn’t attempt to tease you or point out any possible directions, instead, he placed his fingers on top of yours and restarted the race, guiding you along in total quietness and tranquility.

The hours lost in front of the screen, softly murmuring some small things to one another and enjoying the entertainment never truly dwelled on either of you. Max was too preoccupied trying to keep you under his embrace and you were too comfortable on your spot to desire to move, but then you noticed the rain ceasing and some weak light sipping through the darkened clouds, signaling you the start of a new day.

You had successfully stayed up for most of the night —, well, Max had stayed up, you had gotten two hours of sleep after arriving.

“Let’s have breakfast outside,” you suggested at the time and Verstappen agreed without giving it much thought.

That’s how you ended up trapped elsewhere, yet again.

It took you two coffees and one shared piece of lemon pie to exit a small shop and walk under the drizzle to a music store per your request and now Max found himself in a predicament.

The weather wasn’t ideal. He couldn’t be less of a fan of storms, especially the ones with so many thunders cracking through the silence, but he had to admit from the beginning of this day up until now, he had only heard two things: the dazzling water running across the street and your faint breathing near him, mixing like liquor to his ears.

It was truly mind-blowing how his body reacted towards your presence, even if he so much desired some space to think.

The harder he tried to keep his posture, the more aggressive the storm grew, pushing you two together.

He failed to admit something from the get-go, something that struck him once your presence was known in the paddock from the beginning of the season. He, against his wishes, was the first one to notice you and from that day onwards, his mind began racing against the beating of his heart.

The more he forced himself to despise you, the harder you dug holes into his skull, cracking open all his defenses and baring his skin to the outside warmth of your tender gaze and polite smiles.

He had hated you, truly, but not for the reasons you believed, and that left Max standing like a pathetic fool for months. He remained quiet on his spot, simply observing, pushing himself to move on, to not comment on you too much, to keep your interactions as cold as possible, but every time you crossed paths you seemed more and more aggravated by his choices. You questioned his reasoning, you fought his logic unapologetically and Verstappen had no choice but to retaliate. You were giving him hell and he was freezing it with disdain.

His lack of interest in getting along well only fueled your distaste for him and that gave him an outing of this sick game he had walked into. If you despised him he could also learn to not feel so attracted to your presence, and at some point, this constant banter got the worst out of him.

He crossed many lines just to set a distance he firmly believed he needed, and just when he thought he had done everything well to force his mind into the competition and not you, the companies pushed you two together and Max lost all his marbles.

Nothing was going according to plan. Not a single ounce of effort he poured through months will be repaid in the way he expected. Life was toying with him now that you were so near and it was hard to keep his mind set straight when all he was forced to was to be near you, filling in the loving gap between your fingers, clasping his arms around you, making you smile and having your undivided attention.

You were driving him insane. He was supposed to hate you.

You were given an opportunity in the paddock due to your connections. Max wanted to spit on the floor you walked on so badly just for having it this easy after he and many other drivers had worked their asses off to obtain a secured place in F1. Still, you and your stupid way of being was making this task absolutely impossible.

You were so unfair to him.

The way he saw it, you held all the characteristics of a human being he despised. From your beliefs to the way you carry yourself around. Whatever Max deemed as unworthy of his attention, you had it, and he couldn’t explain why whenever you acted this way, all the things he saw as flaws could only be posed on you as godly characteristics.

You were a magnet and he was about to collide against you.

“What are you playing?” Max interrupted you. A hand remained occupied holding a vinyl of his choice while the other rested against your shoulder, briefly startling you before you let his presence sink into your space.

Taking off the headphones, you signaled him to lean down and put them on his head. Verstappen accommodated on the floor, right in front of you, and left the album in between, setting a short distance between your seat and his spot.

Drumming your fingers across the cords, he lets in the few notes sip into his ears, shielding him from the outside storm, and he catches onto your protruding frown, which prompts him to take off the headphones.

“What’s going on, Schatje?”

“It doesn’t sound as good,” you admit. “It’s better with a guitar pick, but I cannot find one I like.”

“You are going to buy the guitar?” He asks, a bit surprised, and you nod. “We cannot carry this outside.”

“We’ve got an umbrella and I can put my jacket on top.”

Sighing, Max weights the possibility of telling you to drop this idea, but your fingers grip the guitar profusely and your words sound more like an affirmation rather than a suggestion, so he ends up caving in. “What about the pick, though? Should we go to another store to find one?”

“No, I think I’ve got an idea of what to do. I will just get a plain one for now.”

On his first day with you, Max ends up walking under the rain holding an umbrella to shield you from the cold droplets while you cling to a guitar with a wrapper and your skin gets chilled against the cold weather once you put your jacket on top of it, afraid of the device getting only a bit wet.

Max resolves to stop near a corner, ten streets away from the hotel, and pass you the umbrella handle just so he can take his jacket off and put it on you.

Neither of you comments on the sweet gesture, both of your rosy cheeks being much of a given in this small situation.

“What is that, Schatje?”

Your eyes stay glued to the small black stick delicately lying on the floor while you hunch over it. A yellowish light casts over your frame, creating a dim shadow that barely touches the edges of the guitar you recently bought, and the darkened spot crescends once Max’s shadow joins yours, morphing into the floor as one.

He is sporting his usual attire down to a tee. Even his hat is already settled on top of his head and the only thing he carries between his hands is a small bag with some of his basic things.

He was called to visit the team as soon as he and you arrived at your destination but Verstappen came up with a quick excuse to avoid leaving you earlier than expected.

With the help of some trusted members of Red Bull, he got to keep his plaza inside the hotel room with the rest of his members but also found a small house close to the paddock to spend some time with you in case you desired to travel quickly to the grid to visit your friends and then return to your own space.

Since Mercedes failed to find a safe location that wasn’t so far away from the city they allowed you to stay with Max and for the most part you did not complain, only occasionally asking him if he was okay with paying for an extra place he did not need and promising to not invade his place, but the Dutchman quickly brushed off your worries, easing you into the idea of sharing the same location for the week.

The house was more than big for the two of you. With four rooms separating you, plenty of space in the garden and a pool, you were more than comfortable to roam around and do whatever you wanted, and given how busy Max got with preparations for the race, neither of you expected to run into each other so easily during the day at least.

Today for example, he was scheduled to be in the paddock from ten in the morning until seven in the afternoon, and you had no obligation to accompany him although you did plan to pay your team a visit.

Waking up early, you greeted Max in the corridors and chose to go to the kitchen first while he used the bathroom. You prepared some coffee and toast, cut some fruits and barely got a sip from your drink before you noticed Verstappen freeing the bathroom, giving you a pass to leave.

You did not share breakfast together since you chose to bring your food to a room and since then, Max lost all communication with you but knew you remained awake since you chose to blast some music on the speakers and occasionally scream the lyrics, giving him a sign of your state from time to time.

Near nine in the morning, Verstappen found the encouragement needed to walk into your space and saw you concentrating on the floor using the brushes and paint you bought on the previous day when you arrived.

“I thought about the guitar pick. I think it will be better if I paint it with a design I think Charles will like instead of ordering one online. Personalized gifts are cuter,” you reply calmly and raise up the small thing to Max’s view.

He sees multiple soft traces of petals drawing a flower that has yet to be painted inside and frowns confused. He believed the guitar was for you, not Charles.

“You got me believing you liked playing guitar for a second,” the man murmurs looking at the drawing carefully. “You like painting more then…” He words the last sentence with a bit of uncertainty and you shake your head in negativity, turning around to face him fully and grab the guitar pick again.

Softly positioning the small thing on top of the guitar’s bridge, you occupy your eyes observing his extended palms curiously before grabbing one and bringing it to your lap. “I enjoy playing the guitar, but I already have a stratocaster one. Charles told me his accidentally fell from the handle he had on his wall and broke, so I thought it’d be a nice gesture to buy him one.” You catch the tip of your tongue between your teeth and furrow your brows before bringing up your brush close to Max’s skin. “Do you mind?”

“Don’t you have some paper or a canvas to paint?” He attempts to joke but you retreat, nodding a bit shyly and try to turn around, clearly not catching onto his shenanigans at the moment, and Max panics. “No, no, wait. Yes you can paint on my hand.” He almost pushes himself too close to you, sliding not only one but his two hands on your lap. “I’d like a lion.”

“No, I want to draw a sun or maybe something similar to that flower from the Tangled movie.”

“You like that movie too?” Verstappen smiles and you nod, equally excited over the prospect of painting again.

It’s been nearly a year since the last time you attempted to add some color to anything around you, opting to only draft some clothing stuff and picking the fabrics separately, leaving your designs devoid of any color, but since yesterday you’ve felt the urge to fill all your space with your favorite tints.

“It used to be the movie we’d watch with Lewis whenever he came home from competing,” you admit and dip the ends of your brush on the nearest yellow tube. “Honestly, I don’t remember why we always watched that movie when he was around but if we had a movie marathon we needed to start with Tangled no matter what.”

“I watched it on the big screen when it first came out. I was supposed to go for a horror movie but for some reason I was feeling a bit down that day and the idea of seeing people dying on a screen didn’t really fly with me so I picked a random animated movie to cheer myself up,” he adds, sharing some bits of his past to be at the same level as you and while he speaks you trace the outline of his palm with delicacy. Max notices you biting on the tip of your tongue again and frowns. Doesn’t it hurt you to do that?

The paint is relatively cold against his warm skin but no chills run down his spine over the soft touch of the brush. If anything, he feels sort of relieved thanks to the colder paint since his back was currently getting heated against the sun rays coming from the opened window behind him.

“I can only enjoy animated movies when I’m in a good mood,” you reply, pausing to dip the brush once more on the paint and before you can go back to your ministries, you raise his palm against the sunlight inspecting it.

“How so?” Max pushes, enjoying the way you were slowly opening up to him. The last two days were all about him. You’d start the conversations and guide them towards memories he could recall or topics he liked and frankly, he was sick and tired of being the center of attention. He wanted to know about you.

“I don’t know. I’m more used to watching sad stuff or horror to cope with things for some reason. It helps me more to see characters struggling while I do too, not the other way around.”

“But don’t you want to cheer yourself up?”

“Why would I want that?” Inquisitive like you are, your eyes stop for a brief second to observe the confusion plastered on his handsome face and smile softly. “I think sometimes we need to let ourselves be, you know? We waste so much time forcing ourselves to be happy and we fail to truly process our negative emotions as well. Sadness isn’t bad. Sometimes we need to cry and that’s alright. We can start working towards happiness after we are done healing and letting it all out.”

“And what about anger?” Your movements stop momentarily, with the brush millimeters away from his skin and Max gulps.

He shouldn’t have asked that and he knows it.

The topic seemed delicate once you navigated through it quickly that night in front of him. Waiting only days to bring it up again wouldn’t make it any less difficult for you to confront it; things took time to fall into place and right now you were barely picking yourself up from many other difficulties. Perhaps, asking you this, wasn’t the wisest, but truth be told, Max was a bit curious over your views on things right now.

It’s not like he knew you any deeply but it didn’t take the most intelligent person in the universe to figure out you had some internal conflict showing negative emotions, so hearing you talk so candidly about one of them raised many questions in Max mind. Was sadness the only valid emotion to process?

Truthfully, you described things in a particular way Verstappen couldn’t quite agree with. Not only now but in other instances, he had heard you answer questions to the media, or occasionally saw some clips of you in more comfortable settings on social media. You described certain situations and struggles in a more positive light than he expected you to.

The vase was never half empty, if anything, it could be filled to the brim for instant gratification if it was up to you.

He had heard you on that really popular podcast episode, much like any other driver at the time. You described things as they were but seemed optimistic about them. Your struggles weren’t simple problems or stones thrown at you unfairly but opportunities for you to grow a thicker skin and bounce back stronger. You never blamed those who doubted you but pitied them for misjudging you so badly and openly admitted to holding no grudge against them.

Although some comments did hurt you or fueled your temper, you understood you were in clear disadvantage from the get-go and the only way to change your situation was by pushing harder, fighting with more energy, climbing the ladder quicker.

It sounded so tiring to Max when you described it that way. Didn’t you desire to scream, only a bit at least?

Unfairness struck us all. It was up to us how to deal with adversity and Max respected your patience and will to get the best out of the worst situations, but he firmly believed people could break under the right amount of injustice, and you were probably one of the fewer in this life that hadn’t succumbed to the bitterness and anger living could plant on us.

Everything was too pink. Too sweet, too rosy when you described it.

“What’s with anger?” You reply to his question with another and drop your brush tinted with yellow to grab another one with thinner strands.

“Do you handle it the same way you handle sadness?” He picks up his courage from the floor and decides to dig in further, unafraid.

“If I handled anger and sadness the same way, every person that hurt me would have received a punch a long time ago.”

“And you never felt like fighting?”

Chuckling without an ounce of humor piercing through your veins, you add little details around Max’s skin with the same precision as before but with your mind suddenly debating whether to pay attention to your drawing or your more deeply hidden thoughts. “Fighting got me nowhere. You cannot combat violence with more violence.”

“Sometimes a bit of anger is enough to stop others from hurting you. Like…” He pauses, thinking about his words before spewing them. “Like a shield, I suppose? If you don’t set limits, others will walk all over you.”

“You don’t need to fight to set limits,” you comment and grab on the previous brush again, giving your little art piece its final touches.

“Sometimes you do.”

Your touch abandons him and a wave of coldness sips from his fingertips to the depths of his organs, chilling him on the spot when you finally turn to give him a proper look. The softness you carried on your voice was nowhere near reaching your eyes.

You were pure ice sitting next to him but he was the only one melting under your gaze and the scorching sun reflecting from the outside.

“With the right people, fighting isn’t a need,” you sentence as a final and grab his wrist, raising it once more towards the natural light. “I think this turned out decent enough.”

Finally choosing to look at the final product instead of you, Max sees some sort of splash of colors simulating an attempt to a flower. Many leaves and details are around, decorating part of his fingers and the only flesh your fingers did not grab on his wrist, and the man cannot help it, he blinks profusely, drinking on the sight as if it was water.

The design was beautiful. A little drawing that meant nothing at the moment but decorated his skin so fittingly he almost felt tempted to get it tattooed.

“More cute flowers?” He whispers the question, tracing every corner with his eyes and you nod. “You really do like them.”

“Flower petals are the softest things I ever touched,” you admit and pick up the tubes, sliding their tapes on to secure them. “I’m not saying they are the softest thing to ever exist but —.”

“You like them because they are soft?” His eyes connect with yours and the ice begins its melting process around your orbs.

“I like many things because they are soft,” you shrug off and Max chooses not to push you any more for information. He has asked enough for the day. “Wait,” your hand flies to his cap and without asking, you take it from his head. “You are using the hat I gave you.”

“I thought it fit me way more than the original Red Bull one,” he says, incapable of giving you a proper explanation for his wardrobe choice.

He could keep your small gift in a drawer, see it from time to time, maybe bring it to a few races if he felt up to it, and that could be the end of the story. It’s not like the fans knew you had designed it for him or that it held any emotional value for you or him to show it around, but the small gesture you had with him at the time warmed his heart and erupted butterflies all around his stomach.

It’d be foolish to admit how he deliberately chose to wear your cap just to keep you near while you weren’t around the paddock. That’d be a bold statement to make and Max wasn’t exactly on board with being so openly corny in front of you. If anything, he preferred to keep these burning sensations under his skin and trapped as thoughts inside his brain.

If anybody asked him, he was simply confused and perhaps, only perhaps, slightly attracted to you and a bit tipsy on your comfort. That was it.

“Well, it does look good on you,” you murmur, putting it back on his head and moving near to adjust it better.

Max traces an outline from your extended arms to your exposed shoulders. There are three moles on your left shoulder and if he moves his sight away by a few centimeters, he can see under the sunlight a ghost of a scar near your jawline. Up from that point, your lower lip has a few fresh scars from all the biting you give it whenever you zone out, and even higher, the bridge of your nose has one tiny freckle, close to one of your nostrils, and then your cheeks expand with some blush, with another small scar close to the defined lining of your right eye.

“There, better.” You say, curling the edges of your lips upwards and Max sees your teeth momentarily. Your warm breath fans his skin for a fraction of a second and Verstappen forces himself back to earth with all his might, but his attention diverts from your mouth to your eyes once more and the coldness abandons your sight, helping him ease his body through the initial tension.

Have your eyes sparkled this much before?

“Thank you,” the Dutchman manages to pronounce with a bit of difficulty and you nod, separating bit by bit from his tiny bubble, bursting it with the same delicacy you painted his skin. “I guess I…I should go or I will be late.”

“Will you come back for dinner?”

Your fingers busy themselves with the tubes of color, arranging them around the guitar and Verstappen pushes himself up. “I can arrive earlier if you need me to.”

“Oh, no, no, it’s alright. I don’t want to urge you to leave.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want to spend so many hours around the paddock anyways. Do you have any plans in mind?”

“I was thinking about going to the market to pick some stuff up and cook dinner. Maybe you wanted to help?” Your voice gets progressively less audible for him and Max finds himself bending down by the end just to catch onto what you are saying. “Forget it. That’s a terrible plan.”

“No way. I’d love to cook dinner with you. Maybe we can watch a movie after?” He suggests.

Never mind the fact that he’d rather do equations than touch a stove. If he could, he’d eat take-out every day of his life or simply order something more adapting to his nutritional needs during the season, but never cook. Him and the kitchen were more than mortal enemies at this point, much like water and oil, they never mixed.

But you wanted to cook.

“Yeah, I like that plan,” you reply, more sure of yourself now and smile at him once more from the floor. “Make sure to be here by six so we can go grocery shopping together.”

The man begins walking towards the exit as you give him orders and once the words finish rolling down your tongue, he winks at you, stopping by the door to wrap his fingers near the frame before exiting. “I’ll be here by five just in case we need to buy something else besides food. Have a good day, love.”

“You too, Emi.”

Love…love, love? Did he really just call you that? Yes, yes he did. He finally called you the way he wanted.

How could someone describe the process of starting to like someone? Max knew they called those crushes or mutual pinning at times, but much against his views, he must admit to every person that he was past the stage of crushing by now.

In reality, he had crushed quite violently into you from the very first time you set foot on the paddock and he got to see you near Lewis.

You weren’t a driver back then, just another person with a special paddock pass and the biggest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

The moment he caught sight of you up close, an archer aimed their arrow to his heart and suddenly he pumped all the blood more rapidly to his veins.

He’d never admit it, not even if you asked, but your face engraved on his mind for weeks after he caught a mere glimpse of you cheering for Lewis during a race. It took him months just to move on from the dream of your presence and the color of your dress haunted him every now and then until you materialized next to him on the paddock once more, this time sporting the official colors of the Mercedes team.

First you were his unreachable dream. A face with no name. A bright smile within many more. Then you were a nightmare personified, making the beating of his heart erratic and turning his palms disgustingly sweaty.

Max swore he could have died from a rythmia right there and then when you showed up for your first media day. He noticed you first, even before Lewis could, and the smile you gifted to your friend mimicked the same one that caught his eyes and sparkled the little butterflies on his stomach on that very first day he learned from your existence.

He was truly hopeless and he despised it.

You twisted inadvertently around his skin, invisible to the eye and perhaps too light around him to truly wrap him tightly on a firm embrace, but he felt you fully and dreaded the iron fist in which you kept him without intending to.

Much like now, he had to admit, after many failed attempts to despise you, your views, your presence, he was pulled right next to you once more, admiring in silence. Always being the spectator but not another character in your play.

So how could he possibly describe his sentiment at this very moment? Love had a ring to it that chilled him to the bone in the most inexplicable way.

It was too soon to call it that but too late to denominate it as a simple crush. Were you gonna swing between terms, confusing his poor heart until he was ready to put it on your palms?

“What are you thinking about?” Your voice echoes through his brain, bouncing over all edges until he props himself on his side, resting his chin on one of his palms.

You.

All lights are out except for a small artificial one you bought in the market just because it promised to project images of the galaxy.

“I don’t know…us?” That isn’t a complete lie, but what follows is. “It finally dwelled on me that we are getting along now. It’s weird.”

It’s more scary than what I expected.

“Is it really that bad to have me keeping you company?” You lightly laugh, observing the details of the light. A few dots simulate stars near some poor projected images of the planets in the solar system.

“Not at all.”

It’s better than what I expected and that’s what scares me.

“Well, I had fun while it lasted,” you finally see him and the blue-ish tone of the artificial light tones down the sparkle of your eyes, yet Max pushes himself harder just to catch the lightning so characteristic of your sight, desperately wanting to hold you closer just to see you in more detail.

“I had fun too,” he replies, offering you a smile and you grab onto his free hand, beginning to play with his fingers absent-mindedly.

You don’t have to leave. You can stay.

Max, by now, has grown accustomed to your antics. Towards the end of your first day together, you had fallen asleep on the same bed and you replaced your pillow for his body. Then you curiously asked him many questions, sparkling conversation and giving him your undivided attention. You taught him a bit about photography, showed him some of your designs and agreed to play on the sim some more just to keep him busy.

On the plane, you watched random movies Max had downloaded on his computer and when you grew tired, you rested your head on his lap, curling on your seat and falling asleep with ease, failing to notice how Max ended up playing with your hair while being deep in thought . Then, when you arrived at your destination and subsequently to the house he rented, you cheerfully played on the pool, chit-chatted a bit and shared drinks, then took a quick trip to buy some stuff you wanted while Max ignored the multiple missed calls from his team and you also ignored yours.

By the third day you painted on his skin and retreated due to fear. He pushed you a bit, letting his tongue do the bad job while his mind screamed for him to close his mouth, but by the evening no trace of discomfort was visible. You shaped home made pizzas in hearts, against Max’s protests, and surprisingly, he did not burn anything under your supervision. Soft music played in the background, a jazz playlist of your choice, and when the food was ready, he got to pick a Sci-Fi movie to watch while you munched on your dinner happily. You two ended up talking past midnight, neither of you taking the first step to walk to your respective bedrooms until slumber finally caught you and you ended up falling asleep on the couch, heads bonking each other and one arm of Verstappen wrapped around your frame.

You told him about your formative years, describing a childhood with a severe addiction to swings and public parks, and admitting to being really sociable as a kid. Max told you about his first experience walking into the paddock and the things he remembered from his early age.

You shared a few secrets and giggled at the same time over your recalled memories, and then you moved on to your current goals or the things you expected from this season. You discussed the movie, the food, the possibility of cooking something else together the next day, about going to the paddock hand in hand or ditching the teams to visit the city. Conversation simply flew easily until your eyes closed and the next day you both woke up sore from the uncomfortable positions.

You brushed your teeth together on the same bathroom, clinked your coffee mugs for breakfast and once more, your hands accommodated the hat you gave Max on his head under his intense gaze, but this time you noticed his attention on you and slightly pushed his shoulder while blushing profusely, taunting him by asking ‘what are you looking at?’ to which Max shrugged and said it was nothing, but it truly wasn’t.

He noticed another scar on your neck, close to the jawline again, and another tiny mole on your earlobe and you finally got to see his eyes in more detail too, nearly losing yourself on the pretty color he sported.

At some point he had to leave and you occupied your wandering mind on Leclerc’s guitar, choosing to paint it as well to match the guitar pick, and once your job was done, you drove a car to the paddock, surprising your friends and stopping by to give Max a surprising hug from behind, making him initially yelp scaredly, only prompting you to laugh at his expense.

You both wasted a few minutes until he had to get dragged to a meeting and you were forced to leave, seeing as the hour for qualification was getting closer. He missed the chance to properly say goodbye but you saw him on TV grumply talking to Carlos about the qualification results.

When he noticed the cameras were on him, he waved awkwardly and the moment a microphone got close to his mouth he took the opportunity to complain about you making his life difficult by choosing Carlos as your replacement, seeing as he ended up classifying in first position and Verstappen ended in a close second against all odds.

He ended up returning later than expected, missing the chance to cook dinner once more, but you waited for him in the kitchen and chatted away the hours once more, forgetting to pick a movie this time and opting to turn on the light you bought just to observe the galaxy on your last hours together.

Toto had asked for you to move with him for race day just so you could leave with the team this time.

You were finally going to return to schedule after tomorrow so you needed to be caught up to speed.

Regardless, Max dissimulated his disappointment as much as he could and counted on the minutes until he’d no longer have you around to pester him, play with his fingers absent-mindedly, or chat about anything and everything.

“The team told me we will have a meeting with you and Toto next week. Is it about our relationship?” You humm positively and pull on his pinky then slide your fingers between the spaces of his, putting your palm on top of his as well. “I will make sure dad’s not there.”

I promise, I will never let it get this bad again.

“If he is there, I won’t let him treat you like shit,” you murmur and Max laughs softly but ultimately agrees with a nod. “It’s about setting some boundaries and having a clearer view over what we should and shouldn’t do in front of the cameras.”

Right, I almost forgot our relationship isn’t real but maybe, if I try…

“Whatever you need I will do, you know that isn’t a problem.”

“I know now,” you reassure him and move your hands together from side to side. “But Toto thinks it’s important to have everything on paper.”

“I agree with him, it’s for the better.” He re-accomodates himself on the floor, fully lying on his side just as you turn to do the same, coming face to face with your hands still interlocked. “Let’s have everything on paper but also tell me if there is something else you need me to do.”

“The way we are acting right now is alright,” you express in a whisper and the impulse gets the best of Max, making him drop his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

Noticing this, your figure moves even closer, dissipating the tiny space setting you two apart and Max’s eyes go up again to meet yours.

“I’m comfortable with you,” you smile and Max nods, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Your perfume slips up his nostrils. The sweetened scent of flowers mixed with some notes of water, probably from the pool, invades him and numbs his rationality momentarily, making him lower to a position where your lips and his barely brush against each other.

“I’m…” He gulps, feeling the plump of your lower lip against his. “I’m comfortable with you too.” He pauses again and for the first time, he says what’s going on in his head. “I wish we could stay this way.”

And to his surprise, you agree. “I wish for the same, Emi.”

His nose nuzzles against yours and you hum, closing your eyes, craving something else. Craving him even closer.

“We should…” He breathes out, letting go of your hand and setting his on your lower back, bringing you towards his chest. “We should rest, love.”

It’s not the time.

“But…”

“We can wake up early tomorrow and…” He pushes past his doubts. “I can take you on a date? Then I will drop you off at Toto’s place.”

Let me do this right.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He catches the outline of your smile before you hide your face on the crock of his neck, hugging him. “We should sleep then.”

Yes we should, love. Just give me one more minute. It’s comfier on the floor, with you next to me.

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