#alex and max were such a mood

[ecle-c-tic]

Ye olde chaos man (djenks) has been very quiet lately - methinks that is a good sign

#im in a funny mood #and my wifi keeps going out #oh cat stevens were really in it now #comc update #HOLY FUCK sorry I don't care about max or valentine that much sorry alex! it's been 4 chapters bring back the silly little revenge rat #whoops #ofmd #save ofmd

[jamminvroomvroom]

4k celebration

congrats on 4k love - your writing is absolutely worth all of the hype and even more!!! i adore your work and so look forward to even more people discovering it.

i was hoping to request a lewis fic?? i’m such a slut for a good enemies to lovers situation, so maybe along the lines of reader is a fair bit younger than lewis, but there’s been all of this tension btwn them and it all boils over one night (smuttyyyyy) 🥴

we made up.

LH x fem!rival reader - 4k celebration

in which you can never just bite your tongue

eeeeek i love this request! thank u sm anon for ur sweet words, ur so lovely i hope i’ve done this justice for you! writing for lewis terrified me so this might not be my best work but we move! more lewis requests to come, let me know what you think <3

songs to set the mood: stargirl interlude by the weekend & lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors go away!! smut, swearing, degradation, praise, dom!lewis, some switch!reader, implied age gap, slightly inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers, blink n you’ll miss it size kink

2.6k words

you hide admiration with a scowl, curling into yourself, as far away as you can get from him. the couch seems to get smaller and smaller with every overly intelligent, carefully thought out word he says. each sentence seems to be coated in a thick layer of i don’t give a fuck. you don’t know how he’s so good a toeing the line.

after six years in f1, you still couldn’t work out why you didn’t like lewis hamilton.

maybe it was his cool confidence, the way he never lacked composure, while you were called an unhinged, delusional woman by every incel on twitter for so much as breathing. maybe it was his sky high stack of trophies, championships, podiums, wins. you weren’t even halfway close to touching his records. maybe it was the way he was diabolically, inhumanly gorgeous, a truly breathtaking creature. you paled in every single way compared to lewis, so how could you even begin to like him?

it was silly, really, pathetic even, feeling such childish disdain just because he was better than you. he was older, more refined, iconic in every single way that you weren’t. perhaps you’d get there one day, but you simply weren’t there yet.

you’re sat beside him in the press conference, sharing the couch with him, alex, lando, charles and max. it wasn’t the worst combination in the world, but anytime you had to sit in front of a gaggle of hawk-eyed journos and a million cameras with lewis, something unfortunate usually happened. never by design, but you just weren’t very good at saving face in front of the mercedes driver.

“do you think the podium is a possibility this weekend?” someone from autosport whose name you can’t remember asks.

“i’m hoping so, just need to keep the mercs behind us again, but i don’t think that will be that hard.” you respond, without even a sliver of a filter. the material of the sofa shifts as lewis tenses up beside you, inhaling sharply at your blatant disrespect. somewhere beside you, lando sniggers, and max is rolling his eyes.

it was no secret that you didn’t have the softest spot in the world for sir lewis.

“that’s assuming your car makes it to the end of the race.” lewis clears his throat, speaking with confident conviction. you turn you head to glare at him, painfully unable to take what you give. alex slaps his hand over his mouth.

“at least my car isn’t so bad that i’d rather go and learn the alphabet down at ferrari.” you scoff. you avoid the eyes of your comms officer, because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under already.

“i think we’ll leave it there.” tom clarkson suggests, and you stand from the panel and storm away on trembling legs with a terrible ache throbbing between them.

there’s something about the pettiness, the reasonless back and fourth you two always seem to partake in that leaves you in need of a cold shower.

-

turns out, you have to apologise.

you spend the better part of an hour being bollocked by your press team, who, for some reason, don’t find it particularly amusing that you’d somehow managed to insult the lewis hamilton, ferrari, and mercedes in the span of two sentences.

so, there you were, begrudgingly trailing towards lewis’s hotel room. it’s on the top floor, because of course it is, it’s him. he oozes expensive exclusively, naturally above the rest. you twist your rings nervously, increasingly terrified of being in a confined space alone with the gorgeous brit. your knuckles rap gently against the wood of his door, intentionally weakly. you pray he won’t hear you and that you can just disappear back into the elevator and into your room, to pathetically let you hands wander between your clenched thighs.

but god laughs, and the door swings open. lewis seems startled by your presence, just for a moment though, leaning cooly against the doorframe. his lips pull into a faint smile. two things alarm you. first of all, he’s shirtless, bare from the waist up, a plethora of delicious tattoos on display for you to feast your eyes on. secondly, and somehow even worse, he’s panting, clearly just back from a work out in the gym. he glistens with sweat, and your mind goes blank, apologetic words die on your tongue.

“something to say, angel, or are you just here to stare?” lewis teases, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly. you pray for the ground to gape open, swallow you hole, suck you into hot lava.

“well, i was gonna apologise but i don’t think you deserve it.” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest accusingly.

“didn’t think you knew how to apologise.” lewis grins sarcastically, mocking you.

“has anyone told you how arrogant you are?” you bite back, eyes narrowing.

“why don’t you come in here and i’ll show you just how arrogant i can be?” his voice has dropped a few octaves, seductive and low.

the proposition, the suggestion behind his words makes you fold immediately. you’d wondered for far too long about what he was like behind closed doors and under thick bedsheets, and if you had the chance at finding out, you’d be imbecilic not to take it.

you shove his muscled chest, pushing him back into his room. his hands find your waist, pulling harshly at the material of your loose t-shirt. he’s watching you intently, mesmerised by the angry flush on your cheeks tinging you pink. your eyes convey hunger, matching his, and you’re forcing him down to sit at the foot of his bed.

“why are you such an asshole?” you hiss, slotting your knees on either side of his so that you’re straddling him.

“probably the same reason you’re such a little bitch.” lewis growls, tugging you forward harshly on his lap. you feel his work out shorts ride up on his thighs, the material sensitive on your skin.

your pupils blow wide at his words, and you’re kissing him hard, teeth and tongues clashing messily. his lips are so soft, pillowy as they brush aggressively with your own and you lick wetly into his awaiting mouth. he’s addictive, minty, and you fall against his bare chest as he leans back into the mattress.

“i think you need to be taught some manners.” lewis grunts, flipping your bodies over like you’re nothing, and slotting against your body like a missing piece.

“i think the same could be said about you.” you breathe, sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts. he chuckles quietly, the rumble reverberating through your own chest, cracking you open.

“try your best.” he whispers. your eyes roll back.

truth is, you’re not the most experienced person in the world. yes, you’re in your mid twenties, but a long term relationship with the worlds biggest loser and dedicating your life to a career in a boys club meant that you didn’t have the time to develop broadest set of skills. you didn’t have the luxury of letting loose in a nightclub with a stranger because if that information got into the wrong hands, you’d be slut-shamed off the face of the earth. so now, you found yourself a little bit lost under a literal sex god.

as if he can hear your thoughts, lewis pulls back.

“what’s the matter? do you want me to stop?” he’s softer than he ever has been with you, melting away in your hands, but you draw him back in, tightening your grip on the band of his shorts.

“no, no, i just…” the words die on your tongue. something in your eyes gives him all the information that he needs.

“do what feels right, good.” his nose brushes your jaw, kissing over it and you settle back into the moment.

“teach me a lesson.” you whisper, empowered in his hands, and he springs back into action, his demeanour slipping right back into what it had been.

“is that why you’re so bad in interviews? just want me to fuck some respect into you?” his lips tug amusedly when you nod rapidly up at him.

an experimental roll of his hips makes you keen, hand slipping into his braids and pulling hard. his eyes fall shut, lips parting to let out a soft groan, his eyebrows pinching from the rough pleasure. your fingers graze over the skin of his toned belly, finding sensitive skin that makes him shiver.

“you distracted, lew?” you taunt, with the only intention of riling him up.

his eyes snap open, hard and lacking any sort of warmth, and he tears your hands from where they rest on his firm body, swiftly pinning them above your head with one hand. he plants himself on one knee, balancing himself so that he can fiddle with the button of your shorts. he makes quick work of removing them, forcing the zipper down and skilfully manoeuvring them with just the one hand.

once they’re gone, along with the lace of your underwear, he forces your thighs apart, and slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt, slicking them up. you’re soaked and he momentarily falters, but he doesn’t let himself get too visibly affected.

“fuck, you’re so wet. been thinking about me, angel?” he teases mercilessly, as he rocks the first thick digit into you, twisting and curling until he finds the spot that makes you buck your hips.

“nothing to say now, hm?” lewis tuts, wetting his lips. the feeling of you squeezing so tight around just one of his fingers makes him choke out a moan. you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling you up.

“more.” you breathe, stuttering over just one word. he revels in how he’s managed to reduce you to this so quickly.

“you sure you can take it, angel? so fucking tight.”

“make me.” you plead, parting your strained thighs even wider for him.

he lets go of your hands, snaking down your body to get himself closer to where you’re dripping already.

“keep them there.” lewis orders, and you grip tightly onto the pillows to exercise restraint.

lewis presses his forearm over the plush of your belly, holding you down as he adds a second finger, watching in awe as it slips so effortlessly into your pussy. you’re mewling, fighting to buck your hips but the firm press of his muscled arm keeps you in place.

“so pretty for me, angel, soaking my fingers.” he notes, entranced at how responsive you are for him.

“want you inside of me, lew.” you whine, knuckles paper white where you’re fighting off the urge to reach down and touch him.

“wait.” he snarls, ramming his fingers even harder, grinding against the soft spot buried deep. “you’re gonna cum like this first.”

with that, he removes the barricade of his arm, bringing his spare hand to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing calloused circles into the bud. you lose it, grinding down on his fingers like a woman possessed.

“that’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself for me.” lewis encourages, voice gravelly and low.

sparks shoot down your spine, nothing but white behind your eyelids as he lights you on fire. you can’t warn him, the words lost to the tense air of the room as you barrel towards your first release. he eases you through it, not letting up even a little bit, but it pays off when you can’t help but writhe against the cream of the bedspread.

“god.” you croak, flopping limp as he pulls out, crawling over you.

“learned your lesson?”

“not quite.” you flash an exhausted grin, abandoning your grasp on the pillows to slide them down his thick frame.

you trace the lion adorning his shoulder, the compass, each piece driving you further into utter delirium. your hands graze his waist, snaking around his abdomen until you reach the cross, tracing it until you reach words that keep him going.

still i rise the cursive reads, and he shivers as you rake your nails over it.

“fuck me.” you purr. your hands slide under his shorts once more, gripping at the curve of his ass. you push the material down over his thighs, and he happily kicks them away, his inked hands roughly spreading you even wider.

“desperate little thing, bet you go home after every race and fuck yourself silly wishing it was me, hm?” he adjusts himself between your legs, his thick cock nudging against you entrance, drenching himself in the mess he’d made.

you gasp out a moan as he slides deep, taking his sweet time. you can’t even comprehend his words, totally consumed by the brutally enticing stretch of him, your thighs shaking at the delectable intrusion. he hisses at the sensation of your tight warmth, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. lewis licks over the sensitive skin, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. you feel the sharp graze of his teeth, gentle nips making you shudder on his cock.

“don’t leave a mark.” you choke, and lewis seems to get it, so he skims his teeth lower, sucking purple just over your heart.

you clamp down around him, allured by the tweak of pain, and it seems to spark something in him, his hips rolling into yours experimentally.

“you feel so fucking good.” lewis pants, his breath warm and wet on your neck.

“need you to move.” you plead, turning your head to capture his lips in an urgent kiss.

he pulls out, slamming back into you roughly, your tummy twisting with anticipation. lewis finds a rhythm that suits you both, hips hitting yours with every thrust, each one leaving you full and spent.

“gonna make sure you feel me for days.” he promises, yanking your legs over his hips. as he does, he hits deeper and you yelp, stars in your eyes. “when you sit in the car tomorrow, you’re gonna feel me and remember how to be a good fucking girl, not an attention seeking brat.”

you ramble his name, eyes flooding with tears of overstimulation, dumbfounded at how he seems to hit a new spot with every slide of his cock. he’s digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, pulling your hips impossibly closer to his as he drives into you, as if he wants to become a part of you, moulded for an eternity. with the way your stomach knots, butterflies and adrenaline coursing through you, you’d comply; you’d let him do whatever he wanted to him anytime he wanted.

“‘m so close.” you whine, pulling on every part of him your hands can reach. a refreshed sense of determination builds in his eyes and he presses hard on your navel.

“so deep, can see it.” lewis slurs, eyes fixed on your belly.

those five words make you unravel, sending you hurtling over the edge. he can’t help but fuck you through it, hammering home while you spasm around him so tight that he struggles to move.

“fucking addicted to this pussy.” lewis groans, burying himself as deep as he can go.

you’re utterly enchanted as you watch him reach his release, gnawing at your bottom lip when his part in a moan, allowing gentle puffs of air to escape. his long eyelashes rest delicately over his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, your name spilling out of his mouth like a needy prayer.

you’re warm from the inside out, flushed and full when he settles, pressing his body weight into you completely.

-

two weeks later, you’re in japan, bored senseless in yet another press conference. lewis sits further down the couch, and you have to cross your legs every time he speaks. no one seems to notice, except him, of course.

when it’s your turn to speak, and you’re asked all about your little spat with sir lewis back in australia, you shrug, smirking.

“we made up.”

-

oof

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[ferrstappen]

could you be more obvious? l MV1

a/n: thissss is based on a request I got and ofc I added the Verstappen twins <3 this is messy I’m sorry but I’m on a writing mood

summary: you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.

Max being crowned world champion for the third time was something that made your skin buzz with excitement, a knot form in your throat seeing everything he’s achieved and the pride and satisfaction of knowing that every single person on the team had his back, was definitely one of the best sights.

But for Luca and Mila Verstappen, their papa being champion again time wasn’t exactly a big deal… they knew it was important because there were lots of fireworks and special tshirts, but they were born watching Max a champion, they only knew him as such.

what, like it’s a big deal?

They didn’t say it, but you knew that’s what was on their mind.

That was the reason why both Max and you decided to not bring the twins to Qatar, especially with the high temperatures and Luca’s history of getting sick during Grand Prix weekends, they were more than happy to stay with auntie Vic while you got ready to celebrate your husband.

And God, did you celebrate him.

Without the twins, the gin and tonics kept coming, the sloppy make out session on the VIP area of the club as if you were teenagers again, his front pressed against your back as he tried to impress you with his best moves, only to earn a couple of drunken giggles and peck on the lips.

Things were starting to quiet down, lots of people had already left to their hotel room, but you and Max were on a world of your own, with you sitting on top of him, but the moment you started feeling his lips ghosting against your neck, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your hip.

and you knew it was time to go.

Bahrain, 2024

Max didn’t remember being so excited for race day. Yes, he was anxious for the new season, but the highlight of his day was seeing you getting ready, a loose blouse and white jeans accentuating the noticeable belly of six months of pregnancy, which was a complete surprise to everyone.

You entered the paddock through the main entrance, with photographers everywhere and Kym Ilman greeting your family, because the scene was worth more than a couple thousand likes on Instagram: you were holding Mila’s hand who in return was holding Luca’s, while Max walked with his arm protectively around your belly.

The twins weren’t exactly thrilled about the idea of having a baby brother or sister, a fact they made clear by asking every day if there was any chance to stop the baby from coming home eventually, telling you and Max that they were more than okay having the cats. Sadly, they were the only ones

“No! No! No! Is that why you went MIA on social media? Oh my God look at this bump! Congratulations you two,” Lily let go of Alex’s hand to give you a tight hug as Alex congratulated Max with a couple of pats on the back.

The scene repeated itself with most drivers on the grid, who didn’t ask how far along you were, but were able to deduce the situation. Until…

“How far along are you?” Charles asked you as he held Luca on his arms, letting him mess with his hair.

You blushed and Max’s chest puffed as if he has been waiting for the question. “I’m a couple of days away from the six months mark,”

Charles looked as if he was doing a very specific and difficult math problem as his girlfriend, Alexandra, stares at him with a faint blush on her cheeks, probably since she has always been more reserved around you because she was younger, but she was impatiently waiting for her boyfriend to catch on the situation.

“This is a 2023 season baby?” Charles asked.

“Looks like it,” Max answered with a smug smile on his face, but in reality it was an excited grin which reached his blue eyes.

“No…” Charles jaw dropped and had to put Luca on the floor.

“No what?” Max counter asked, even if he knew the answer. This time he started drawing mindless shapes on the clothes over your swollen stomach.

“Max… is this your championship child?” Charles whispered, shocked.

“What can I say? Winning on and off the track!”

And Charles almost passed out as both you and Max laughed, beaming while interlacing your fingers over your belly, knowing cameras wouldn’t catch you there.

user1: Max knocked y/n up the night of the third championship change my mind

user2: Max Verstappen pulled a k-mag and I respect that

user3: do we know the birthday of the verstappen twins? Asking for a friend

user4: y/n and max will have a full kindergarten if they have a kid every time he wins the championship💀

user5: are we really surprised after those videos leaked of max squeezing her ass while they were celebrating the 3rd wdc

user6: if the maths are mathing this baby will be born around the Monaco gp. GODS PLAN

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[charlessainzz]

A Maxie request where the wags take the guys on in paddle and actually win and they get all butt hurt ?

thank you for the request! hope it's similar to what you wanted :) also I've learned I really like writing for Max haha

Sore Losers

Max was a sore loser. He knew that and you knew that. So when he suggested you and Alex play against him and Charles at paddle, you had a feeling that it wouldn’t end well. When he suggested the “friendly” game of paddle, Max had no clue in his mind that he would lose. Both drivers thought this would be a fun game where they could show off their skills to their admiring girlfriends. Little did your boyfriend know, you were a childhood champion at tennis so this… it would be a cake walk.

“Prepare to face the master y/n!” Max shouted from across the court. He turns and gives Charles a high-five as he’s about to serve. You let out a breath, and knew it was time to get to work. As Charles served, you glided to the ball and hit it back over scoring a point. Both men froze in their tracks in disbelief. What had just happened! 

Blowing Max a kiss you shout, “Okay let’s do that again!”. Alex began laughing as both guys shook their heads and got back into position. Alex hardly had to put in any work except help keep an eye on the boys’ next move. You were a beast at paddle, and it was leaving the other three quite shocked. Each hit was precise and sent out like a shot. Point after point after point, you and Alex were about to beat two high performance athletes. They would never be able to live this down. 

You and Max were in a staring contest from across the court. Both with an intense gaze trying to intimidate the other. Sweat was trickling down your forehead, hands tightly gripping the handle, and your breath becoming erratic. There was one game point left to win. 

Alex serves the ball, and there is a brief back and forth with the ball. Max hits it back in your direction as you dive and whack it back. Just when you think Max is about to reach the ball, he trips and falls to the ground with a thud. The girls win!

“Oh shit! We did it!”, you scream as you throw Alex into a hug. You’re both hugging and celebrating that you just beat these idiots. As you turn back laughing, Max throws his racket on the court leaving it bent. Charles is seated on the bench with his head in his hands. What sore losers! 

“So what do the winners get?” Alex jokes with them. Both look up and roll their eyes as they walk back towards the locker rooms. You clean up your area, and say some awkward goodbyes. As you walk towards your car you try to grab your boyfriend's hand but he swats it away. 

The ride home was very silent. No music, no talking, and no touching. Every attempt you made at contact was ignored. It started to annoy you that he would get so butt hurt over a game of paddle. 

The rest of the night is silent. After an even quieter dinner, you thought maybe he’d watch that movie you had both been dying to see. However, Max retreats to his sim room to train. You decided you would not be the one to break. If he was going to be mad over something that was his idea, he was going to get himself out of it. 

After an hour or two alone in the living room you figured it was time to put yourself to bed. You change into Max’s tshirt and cuddle up into the covers. With your back turned towards the door, you can’t help but wish he was here with his arms around you. But you needed to be strong! It was his fault that you’re in this icy mood. 

Just when your eyes begin to shut, the door squeaks open. He shuffles around and slides into bed. You feel it dip and he moves towards you. Yet… he still doesn’t hold you like usual. You start to feel a lump in your throat, not sure how long you could go without his affection. When suddenly you feel his arms snake around your waist and he pulls you into his body. His hands slip under your shirt and you feel yourself relax. 

“Wearing my shirt huh?” he tries to joke. With no response from you he continues, “I’m sorry y/n”, he says muffled into your neck. A big smile appears on your face. 

“Ahhh the loser speaks”, you whispered. Max grunted pinching your side.

“Shut up… Charles and I already have plans to train for our rematch”, he boasted. You rolled your eyes and turned over to face him. 

“If you want to hang out with Charles that badly you don’t have to make up an excuse”, you giggle as you run your hands through his hair. Max wraps his arms around you as he rolls on top of you smothering his face into your chest. Both of you begin laughing. Gosh how you had missed that sound. 

Pulling his head up he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me how good you were at paddle?”. You begin tracing along his nose as you think. 

“Hmmm I can’t tell you everything about me… that's what keeps the relationship so interesting”, you say with a smirk. He shows you a big toothy grin and gives you a kiss. 

“What else don’t I know about you?” he says with narrowed eyes. He leans down and captures your lips in another kiss.

As the kiss ends you say, “Well… if you ever give me the silent treatment like that again, you’ll find out just how good I am at walking out that front door.”

Max’s eyes go wide and he takes a deep breath. “Noted”, he gulps. 

Satisfied you turn back over and lay into his embrace. Both of you cuddled up simultaneously thinking of how much training you’ll have to put in to beat each other at another game of paddle. You really were the perfect couple.

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[lnfours]

currently thinking about how lando would comfort the reader after he finds her crying on her birthday (totally not self indulgent or bc ive been crying about my birthday and how my mom called me to get upset at me and not to tell me happy birthday or anything)

:( i’m so sorry anon, i hope your day got better! also, happy birthday!! my dms are always open if you need anything!! i hope you enjoy this! ❤️❤️

cleaning out my inbox

you sat on the back deck of the house party, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. you tried to forget what had happened, tried to not let it ruin your special day, but it was all you could think about. a sentence burned into your brain that just so happened to ruin your whole entire mood.

lando had gone around the party asking all your mutual friends where you had slipped off to. he was normally good at keeping an eye on you when you weren’t attached to the hip, but one conversation with alex and george and you had magically disappeared.

“think she’s outside, mate,” ethan said, “said something about getting a call from her mum earlier. haven’t seen her since, so good chance she’s still out there.”

lando sucked in a breath before smiling softly to his friend, “cheers, mate.”

he made his way through the sea of bodies that had somehow managed to pack themselves into max’s home. he reached the back door, heart resuming its normal rhythm as he saw you sitting on the steps. you spun to look at who was behind the door opening, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of your curly haired boyfriend.

“baby, you okay?”

you shook your head as he joined you on the step, digging the heels of your palms into your eye sockets to keep yourself from crying even harder. he felt his heart drop, sinking to the lower step to be face to face with you.

“hey, hey, hey,” he said, pulling your hands from your face, “what’s wrong baby? what happened?”

you shook your head, “she didn’t even tell me happy birthday,” you let out a soft sob, “she just yelled, about anything she could think of.”

he frowned, reaching up and wiping the tears from your face, “i’m sorry, love.”

you were used to it by now, and lando knew how things were with your family. a rocky relationship was an understatement.

"hey," he said softly, "how about we ditch this place and go get some food?"

your eyebrows raised in question, "you mean, like... leave the party?"

he placed his cup down, smiling as he offered you his hands, "only if you want to, we don't have to."

you twisted your lips in thought, knowing that if you went back inside you'd just be putting on a fake smile to all your friends, "can we go to that place with the fancy candles?"

"we can go wherever you want, baby. it's your birthday."

and that was that, you were placing your hands in his. he helped you up from off the step and led you through the backyard, slipping out through the gate and away from the booming music in the house.

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[theemporium]

🐈‍⬛ lestappen werewolves where sometimes the animal instinct takes over and they feel the need to provide for you…like bringing a bunny to the back porch

basically we need to see them in wolf form being adorable

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Is that…is that a bunny?”

Your eyes widened from you spot in the kitchen as you quickly grabbed the drinks from the fridge before rushing back out to the living room where Alex was currently standing. He was by the window, staring wide-eyed and shocked at the dead bunny lying on the small porch that led outside to your garden.

“Uh yeah,” you said as you handed him his drink, trying to stay as calm and casual as you could. “Poor guy must’ve had a bad run in with a fox.”

Alex frowned sadly. “Poor guy indeed. Are you gonna…dispose of him?”

“Are you asking me what I’m gonna do with the dead bunny on my porch?” You deadpanned, watching as the Brit grew sheepish.

“Well you haven’t moved it yet so,” he trailed off before shrugging his shoulders. His expression became a lot more teasing as he grinned at you. “Why do you not get one of your little boy toys to move it?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “They aren’t here right now, they are—”

Alex frowned at the way you quickly cut yourself off. “They are what?”

“Camping,” you said suddenly, frowning a little at your own excuse but you had already dug your grave, you may as well lie in it. “They, uh, wanted to get outdoors for a few days.”

“And you didn’t go with?” Alex asked.

“Pfft,” you let out a small laugh. “Nah, I don’t do the outdoors. That’s their thing.”

And that much was true, so very true in a way that you could never disclose to your best friend or anyone else for that matter. Your relationship with Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc was already constantly under question and scrutiny, the last thing they needed was another thing to obsess over.

And you knew they would love to find out you were practically dating two massive puppies.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you said with a sigh as you stood on the porch, a blanket tightly drawn around your shoulders to battle the evening chill as you watched the two wolves pad towards the house. “I can’t keep explaining the dead bunnies.”

Max approached you first, slightly larger than the two of them with light brown fur and narrow eyes that reminded you of a predator. Charles had darker fur, slightly leaner and smaller of the two.

The lighter wolf padded forward, dropping the small animal at your feet before looking up at you expectantly.

You huff out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I appreciate it, baby, but I don’t know how many more I can handle burying.”

The darker wolf let out a whimper, his head tilted to the side. It took everything in you to not roll your eyes as you leaned over, softly scratching behind his ears as he nosed at your legs.

It was rare for them to get like this, to crave their animal form. But it happened. Not very often, and honestly you hadn’t even seen it many times in the time you had been dating. It was just these deep, primal urges that made them crave the wolf side of themselves, that made them parade around the woods behind your house for days in their animal form until they were ready to come back home.

But even in these moods, your boys had an overpowering sense of caring for you. And unfortunately in wolf form, that meant hunting innocent bunnies as a small present (and probably dinner) in their eyes.

“I forget how cute you two are like this,” you murmured as you sat on the steps of the porch, both wolves curling up by your feet as they preened and flourished under your attention. “My lil’ puppies, hm?”

Max lifted his head up to glare.

“Oh hush, you’re the biggest puppy,” you smiled as you leaned down to softly pat his head. A smile that widened when he whined after you pulled away.

“But I seriously mean it, no more bunnies or you’re both staying in the dog house.”

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[thisistinirussell]

hi babeeee, can I ask you a smut with Lando with Leclerc!reader and they meet at the club and have a one night stand after the race in Vegas?

I‘m so sorry!

I know it took me ages to response, but work kept me pretty busy the last days! Hope you understand! Xx🫶🏼

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„What happens in Vegas..“

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pairings: lando norris x leclerc!reader

warnings: SMUT! (18+ content), alcohol consume, language!, one night stand, NOT PROOF READEN (not my native language🫶🏼)

Where Vegas and your brothers friend keep your deepest secret..

The first Grand Prix in Vegas..

It was one of the weekends you were free and decided to cheer for your brother Charles at his first race there. His season until now, wasn‘t the greatest, so you thought he would be happy if his little sister would be here and support him. But what you didn‘t know, was that this trip to Vegas wouldn‘t stay as harmless as you thought.

Max was celebrating his win once again and invited your brother, his teammate and you to his party. First, Charles wasn‘t really in the mood, because the race didn‘t go very well for him. But after a lot of talking in on him, he said yes. So you were getting ready, putting on a short black satin dress, some highheels and normal straight hair. You looked hot and you absolutely knew that.

„So? Are you ready?“ your brother asked, already dressed and styled. „Yes! I can‘t wait! I wasn‘t on a night out for ages!“ you said completely excited. He laughed a bit. „You sound like a teenager..“ Charles said, getting into the car with you. On the way to the Party you picked up Carlos. Then you drove to a Club, where Max invited everybody.

Already at the entry, everything smelled like beer and cigarettes. After the bouncer asked for your ID, you got in the club, with Charles and Carlos following you. You knew everyone on the grid. But you knew George, Lando, Alex and Carlos the best, because they were close friends with your brother. You were glad that, George and Alex were so tall, so you could see them already in the crowd of people. You made your way over to them.

Some hours later, most of them were already pretty drunk. So were you. Only Lando stayed sober, to drive his friends home after the night out. Your brother went home early, because he still had some stuff to do, so his friend Lando agreed to bring you home, when he leaves.. little did you know..

It was nearly 4am.. Lando and you were already talking for some time about things you would never talk about sober. First of all you talked about your ex. And Lando listened very well.. „So.. ever since i didn‘t have sex.. and i miss it..“ you finished your sentence before you took another shot.

Lando started to grin a bit. „You tell me you didn‘t have sex for about two years??“ he asked. Lando seemed pretty shocked. You just shook your head. The brit was quiet for a little moment.. „I think we should change that..“ he said after some time of thinking. Your eyes went wide. „Wait.. what?..“ you asked him. „Why not? You seem needy.. i want to change that..“ he said and pulled you closer. You just nodded. You never would have imagined yourself being this close to your brothers friend. But Charles wasn‘t here.. so you thought why not.. or maybe your just weren‘t thinking and lost all your inhibitions to say no.

Lando took your hand and got out of the club with you, to his car, it wasn’t a bed and not that comfortable, but for a quick fuck it would be good enough.

„Get in.“ he commanded and opened the door to get on the Backseat. You did what he wanted and got in the car. Lando followed you in and locked the doors.

There was not very much space but enough for him to get rid of your panties, which was easy because of the short dress you wore. He pushed you down on the seat and got on top of you. „Let this be our Secret.. no one needs to know about this..“ he whispered while kissing and biting your neck a bit. „Yes..“ you just whispered while pulling on his trousers impatiently. „Want me to put it off?“ he asked provocative. You bit your lip softly and just nodded. „Beg for it.“ he commanded and tried to sit up, while he got his shirt off.

„Please… please Lando.. i need you so much..“ you nearly whimpered. It was a bit weird for you to beg your brothers friend to fuck you. But he was good looking and you could have bet that he was good in bed. And you were absolutely right.

Out of nowhere he pushed two of his fingers inside you. You moaned a little when he started to move them gently in and out. „More.. please! More!“ you said and grabbed his other hand. „Hmm.. you like that.. but if you already like this.. how about that?..“ he said and started to suck and lick on your wet and sensitive clit while still moving his fingers. Out of pleasure your hand got into his hair and pulled it a bit. „Fuck yes! if I knew you would be that good I would have done that earlier!“ you whispered. Lando smirked a bit while licking you out. You felt how he got you so close to the edge. He was not doing this for the first time, you were sure.

You were pressing your hip against his head and leaned your head back. right before you were about to orgasm he pulled off and smirked. You whined.

„Why did you stoppp?“ you asked Lando frustrated. „You think i would let you finish this early? I didn‘t even fuck you right!“ he said and laughed a bit. You sighed. He smirked a bit and pushed his length into your drenching hole. You put your head back and needed some time to get used to the pain you were feeling when he started moving. It was just way too long ago.

He closed his eyes of pleasure. Feeling you tighten around his cock.

His hand placed on your hips to pull you towards his hard dick, gliding in and out and picking up pace. Your moans got louder and his name found it’s way somewhere in between the moaning and the swearing of you both. „Mhh.. you take it so well baby…“ he whispered completely turned on and his grip got tighter.

After a while you pushed him on the seat and got on top of him, riding him. „Come on baby.. faster..“ he whispered and pulled your hair roughly. „I know how much you love, to feel my dick inside your wet dripping pussy..“ he said murmured in your ear. „yes! I do!“ you said getting a bit faster pressing his head against your chest.

„How about I‘ll fill you up? I bet you look good with my cum, all over your cunt.“ he searched his way down your body to your clit. Carefully he started to rub it und got faster with every circle his fingers made. „God Lando, I‘m gonna cum!“ you moaned and pulled his hair a bit. „Not yet babygirl. You will cum when I tell you to!“ he shouted and grabbed your ass to help you pick up the pace a little bit more. „Please! I can‘t hold it.. i need to..“ you begged. You really wanted to wait for his permission, but you were so close.. your legs already shaking and your grip in his hair got tighter. Exactly this moment he felt, how close he were. „Now you can cum baby.“ He whispered. Lando didn‘t need to tell you twice. So you tightened around his dick a little more and felt how releasing it were when you felt how he also came into you and filled you perfectly.

Your breath was a heavy. Also was his. „Fuck.. that was great..“ he whispered leaning his head back. You nodded a bit, coming down. „I needed that so bad..“ you said looking down on you two before getting off your brothers friend. He followed you with his look while you searched for your panties somewhere underneath the driver‘s seat. So he cleaned himself with a tissue and got in his Boxers and Jeans, not taking his eyes off you. He just couldn‘t believe himself, that he just had the sister of his friend in a kind of different way, than he expected at the beginning of the night.

„Hey.. can you do me a favor?..“ you asked him, while he put his shirt on. „Sure, what is it?“ he asked. „Could you please take me home?“ you asked him. He smiled a bit. „For sure.. that‘s why I‘m here.“ he said and got out to sit in the driver‘s seat. You also got out then and got into the passenger seat.

„Oh by the way.. let‘s agree on, never telling anyone..“ you said a bit shy, like he didn‘t just fuck you in his car. He grinned a bit and puts one hand on your thigh. „Sure.. what happens in Vegas..“ he started. „Stays in Vegas..“ you finished his sentence when he started to drive you home.

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[disneyprincemuke]

the great war * mv1

a look into the fight that led to the painstaking breakup

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: a lot of cursing, toxic max, toxic you, mentions of cheating

notes: this is part of midnights!! i've had this fight mapped out in my head for so long that i KNEW i had to include it... take a shot every single time i write “three” or use “what” in dialogue (spoiler alert: you’ll get wasted!!!)

fun fact: i wrote the first half of that night i came home from the club

(series masterlist)

you twirl a piece of your hair on your finger, eyes stuck to the screen hanging above you. the headphones sit on your ears comfortably as you bite down on your lip.

in front of you is max’s car being dragged back into the garage by his engineers.

knocked out in p2 for the first time this season, on a track he’s never had much luck with in his career — you can kind of understand why he’d be annoyed. especially when their partner team has made it further than him.

normally, it would have been okay. but this is max’s season as he claims it.

you nod to yourself, and gently take off the headphones. you turn towards the door that leads to the paddocks. there are a few interview panels that max has to go through with the unexpected result.

with all that transpired, max wouldn’t be in the best mood. you’re just trying to make sure that it doesn’t get to his head and doesn’t project it to your conversations later.

your presence in the garage is no longer necessary since max would not bother passing by.

you’re stopped by lily in the paddocks, making some small talk about the restaurant her and alex tried when they arrived a few days ago. you share a laugh about not really knowing how to approach singaporean dishes.

but you agree to try out some local food for breakfast with max if you have the time. immediately, you briskly walk back to max’s driver’s room to make him some coffee.

the jetlag you both get arriving in singapore is never easy, no matter how many times you come back. the visit is always too short to make adjusting your body clock easy.

surprisingly, it doesn’t take him long to make it back.

you can’t decipher what made the process so quick: did he kimi raikkonen his way through it, or have the journalists finally learned their lesson when max has had a bad time on the track?

the frustration on max is obvious. he doesn’t greet you when he comes in, just locks the door behind him and makes a sharp turn for the table to his left.

you were seated on the couch to the right.

you wait to see if max would acknowledge your presence, or at least give some attention to the coffee in the mug on the table. but seconds pass as max organises his items, shoving articles of clothing and fan gifts into his bag without a word.

without even turning to drink the coffee that slowly cools from its hot temperatures.

“i made you coffee,” you mutter, finally standing from your comfortable spot on the couch. you walk towards him and stop in the centre of the room when he sharply turns his head to the mug. “just how you like it.”

“oh, thank you.” he can barely make out a firm sentence, his tone faltering and hands shaking as he reaches out for the mug. “i hadn’t noticed, darling. i’m sorry.”

you nod, whispering a reassuring phrase. something about you understand how he feels. “i’m sorry about qualifying.”

instead of a verbal response, like you’d prefer, he simply shrugs. he turns around to finally face you, hands carefully gripping the hot mug as he blows into it.

you smile slightly and shove your hands into your back pockets. “you know, if you’ve got nothing past 11, i was thinking we go to this place lily told me about. she went with alex a few days ago; i heard the local dishes they serve is really good.”

he shakes his head. “i’m really tired. not tonight, darling, i’m sorry.”

for the first time since he left his race car that night, he finally lifts his blue eyes from his blank stare at the ground to look at you. “maybe we can go on monday before we fly off to japan?”

you jaw hangs low, nodding slowly as you retract back to the couch behind you.

max notes this and finally pushes himself off the table he’s leaning on. “let’s order some food to the hotel after this? they’ve got good options for delivery.”

“sure,” you nod slowly.

you move your gaze away from him, now mimicking the blank stare he had on the ground.

you haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately, even having fought right before flying to singapore. it was about something you can’t even remember now; for all you know, it could’ve been something about the toilet seat being left up.

which, now that you think of it, is what you fought about.

“(y/n).” the mention of your name makes you lift your head up, tilting it to the side to urge him to continue. “you made my coffee with two sugars?”

“what?” your eyebrows furrow very slightly. max has always been particular with the way he drinks his coffee. so you’re very sure that you mixed three sugars in instead of two, a mistake you made earlier in your relationship. “of course, i made it with three. that’s how you like your coffee.”

you watch him take another sip, tongue running over his lips as he deciphers the drink in his mouth. he doesn’t say anything else, but he does put the mug down on the table.

you narrow your eyes into a glare. how different can black coffee be in singapore that the three sugars you put inside make such a difference?

a difference big enough for him to mistake it for two sugars?

you sink into the couch, following max’s every move in the small room. seriously, how different can the coffee be here? and why is it such a big deal that it tastes a little odd?

why couldn’t he have just secretly put in another packet of sugar when you weren’t looking like he used to? does he now enjoy the luxury of pointing out your mistakes because of how long you’ve been together?

“what,” max halts halfway across the room and turns to you, “the fuck are you staring at?”

“i don’t know, the ghost in the corner of the room,” your words drip with sarcasm, noticing the way this changes max’s expression. “obviously you.”

“what is it now?” he sighs impatiently, hands resting on his hips as he leans his weight on one leg.

“what the fuck do you mean?”

“you’re giving me that stupid glare again. when you’re annoyed, you glare at me like that,” he points at you knowingly, “so please. enlighten me as to how i’ve managed that tonight.”

you raise your eyebrow. your heart starts to pound in your chest as you tilt your head in disbelief. “why are you talking like i don’t have a reason to be annoyed at you right now?”

he hums as his eyebrow raises. “you're the one who made my coffee wrong.”

“i made it how you like it.”

“this is not three sugars, (y/n).”

“but it is. i made it, max.”

“i’m sure you did. but this doesn’t taste like three.”

“okay. whatever. i made it with three, though.”

“you know what? fuck you. this isn’t three sugars — i don’t know why you keep trying to defend yourself.”

“and why’d you have to point it out? will it kill you to literally just reach a little to your right in the drawers to add sugar in?” you push yourself off the couch now, hands on your hips as you stare at him. “it’s really not that serious, max.”

he scoffs. “i’ve had a long day, (y/n). seriously, all you had to make was one cup of coffee. it shouldn’t be that hard.”

your eyes widen at his words. you take a daunting step forward and fold your arms over your chest. “i didn’t have to make you that cup of coffee — it was out of courtesy. the least you could have done was say thank you.”

his stare softens, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. as if realisation had dawned on him, “thank you.” he pauses to sigh and the cold demeanour makes its comeback. “for nothing because you didn’t even make it right.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you, max? you’re so fucking dense, you can’t even say thank you anymore?”

“and what for? you’ve become unattentive, (y/n)! you’ve gotten lazy with our relationship!”

“lazy would have been just staying home instead of flying out here with you when i have a big presentation this week! i made the effort to come out here and support you.”

“i told you that you didn’t have to come if it’s too much! you insisted!”

“because i’m your girlfriend! i want to be there for you and make time. but if you don’t appreciate that, then fine. i won’t do it again.”

“that’s not even what i fucking said. come on.”

“but it is what you said. if having me around is more trouble than it’s worth, this will be the last race i’ll be at.”

“this isn’t even about you making time to be here? it’s about how you made my coffee wrong!”

“make your own coffee, then! or maybe you’d prefer if kelly did it for you?”

max closes his mouth as he finds the reply at the tip of his tongue sucked out. he looks at you in disbelief, hands now on his hips as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “what?” he shouts.

it’s been nothing less of a toxic cycle. you fight, you say things you don’t mean, you hurt each other, you cry, and then you make up.

but there’s a feeling you can’t shrug off in your stomach as you exchange strings of frustrated screams in his tiny driver’s room. neither of you notice the figure walking by the window before it briefly turns away when your screams come into range.

not even the fact that there is a group of your friends waiting outside at the rendezvous point in the paddocks, awaiting your arrival to invite you both for dinner.

they’ve just started making their way out after a distraught liam simply shrugs when they ask about your attendance at the gathering. the young driver simply shrugs and tells them that he doubts both of you will make it out tonight.

then they all just turn and make their way out to explore the city.

now, you're across the massage table in max's driver's room. the mention of kelly and your issue with the woman's association with your boyfriend sparked up a bigger fight.

you're no longer fighting about the coffee: now it's about who can hit who the hardest and come out triumphant from this fight.

it's now you versus max.

you lean forward propped up by your palms flat on the table as he stands at the other side waiting impatiently.

"what about that time you went to that party when i was away for a race? i told you not to go, (y/n)! you disappeared on me for hours!" max spits at you, hands thrown in the air as he gets into the fight.

"yeah, cause god forbid i have a life while you're out doing your own thing," you laugh dryly with an eye roll. "can't deal with the fact that my world doesn't revolve around you anymore, max?"

"totally not the point of my argument. you disappeared on me while you were out drunk - think of what could've happened to you. i was so worried."

"worried for my well-being or worried that i was out cheating on you?"

the room falls to silence, max dropping his hands to his side. you purse your lips together as you stare at him, your arms now folded over your chest. "what's wrong, max? hit too close to home?"

"and so what if i thought you were out cheating? it's valid if my girlfriend disappears on me on a night out."

you roll your eyes and wave off his concern. "so you admit - you thought i cheated on you that night. is this why you're always like this? the looming question in your head if i was, in fact, unloyal that night?"

he sighs, shaking his head. he turns away from you as he rubs his forehead in frustration. "what is the point of us having this conversation? this is not what we're fighting about at first."

"look at me and tell me you don't trust me anymore." your voice is tired, now multitudes softer than a few seconds ago. "what is the point of us now that this is what we've come to?"

a small part of you realise that this was the feeling you couldn't shake off when this fight had started. it's the inevitable thought of breaking up that would ease everything between you. after all of this fighting, all these misunderstandings and miscommunication, there's only one way to make it all go away.

your eyes sting as tears fill your eyes. you watch as max drops himself on the couch, leaning into the armrest as he rests his hand in his hands. you trudge over to where he is, head hanging low as you feel a sob shake your chest.

you shake your head and look down, avoiding his eyes as he turns to you when you slowly bring yourself down to the couch. "i can't do this anymore, max."

he doesn't answer immediately. you hear a shakey sigh pass his lips, melting into his couch more. "i'm tired."

your breath hitches with a sob. your head starts to feel light as you cry harder. you still don't look at him. "i think we need to break up."

minutes pass without a response from max. he doesn't even move an inch, his loud breaths and your muffled sobs are the only sounds that surround you.

you don't even notice all the scrambling outside from the team, packing up from their meeting to go back to the hotel.

you lift your head and turn to max. he's angled away from you, his fingers picking at his bottom lip with his tear-filled eyes. his breathing is steady as he stares at the blank dark blue walls.

you remind yourself: no answer is an answer.

so you do what you think is a favour to both of you. you get up and grab your purse from the ground, walking towards the door. the most painful part isn't all that he said to you that night, it's the fact that he just let you walk out without another utter of a word.

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[leclerc-s]

struggling to survive netflix

series masterlist

rhys jones word of advice: DO NOT watch season 6 of drive to survive.

max jones-verstappen you watch that crap?

rhys jones i couldn't sleep, it dropped, so i watched it. worst mistake of my life.

rhys jones i can't believe i was at several races and ryan made it onto the show before me.

esteban ocon oh yes, i forgot about that.

isabella perez someone tell charles they made him out to be the villain.

natalia ruiz just like max in season 1.

charles leclerc i did nothing wrong all season but have shitty luck.

dulce perez monza. charles leclerc i may have done one thing wrong.

rhys jones max went from being the formula 1 villain to being comedic relief.

max jones-verstappen i bet there was no mention of my win streak

isabella perez in the last fifteen minutes but only because christian mentioned it.

charles leclerc can i enter my villain era now?

pierre gasly do you even know what that is? charles leclerc je t'emmerde connard

rowan todd WHITE HORSE?? CONEY ISLAND?? WITH MAE?? ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL US??

daphne jones-ricciardo 😁😁 mae jones-verstappen 😁😁

isabella perez CONEY ISLAND?? YOU SANG CONEY ISLAND?

isabella perez THIS IS FUCKING WORSE THAN LOSING MIRRORBALL!!

max jones-verstappen to be fair i lost seven to fucking pittsburg of all places.

rhys jones jokes on you guys, my song still safe.

daphne jones-ricciardo and what song is that rhys?

rhys jones thug song

daphne jones-ricciardo of fucking course it is.

alex albon crossing my fingers for monologue song next!

george russell charles cried when daphne sang this is me trying as a surprise song. i have a picture of it.

bailey winters one could say you "have it printed out" george russell hilarious bailey. bailey winter this is why lewis decided to leave mercedes, because you're dry as fuck george russell TOO SOON BAILEY!! TOO SOON!!

isabella perez sylvia just got me in trouble. apparently it's not good to speak out against netflix.

dulce perez i think it's more so because you spoke out in favor of a driver from a rival team and not that you spoke put again netflix. natalia ruiz i didn't get in trouble? charles leclerc it was probably the oscar part and not the netflix part isabella perez i got told by fred that it was okay??? just no spilling company secrets.

carlos sainz she probably just doesn't like you.

isabella perez wow.

lando norris to be fair, you are quite annoying. i get it.

dulce perez only i get to call her annoying kermit the frog

lance stroll we should wait until the next season for more drama. that's when it'll be good because of a certain someone breaking f1 twitter.

lewis hamilton talking about me? mick schumacher don't forget the secret contract lengths! esteban ocon and silly season!!

freya vettel i was fully expecting them to make oscar and lando to look like enemies. they've done it before.

isabella perez we should make a drinking game out of dts!! anytime d*nica shows up on screen we take a shot.

zoya torres we'd end up blackout drunk. george russell alternative, take a shot everytime will buxton says something funny. max jones-verstappen or anytime they make teammates who get along look like enemies. mae jones-verstappen you seriously still bitter about the daniel thing? max jones-verstappen YES! WE WERE NEVER ENEMIES!!

esteban ocon netflix doesn't know that friendships and rivalries can exist on the same scale.

rowan todd doesn't help that pierre said, "we'll never be best friends."

rhys jones i'm surprised they haven't brought in the nepotism card yet.

mick schumacher they did.

rhys jones i avoid that episode to not cry and charles' episode in season 1

isabella perez oh, same! we're very emotional people. i also avoid daniel's episode in season 5. and i can't stand otmar.

oscar piastri mood. esteban ocon same. pierre gasly you're lucky you didn't have to work with the guy. lance stroll welcome to the club

sebastian vettel any mention of my bee corner?

isabella perez no, and the people are upset. they wanted more of seb's buzzin' corner

logan sargeant he got the logan treatment, completely forgotten.

oscar piastri that's not funny mate.

alex albon lily and i are working on getting rid of his tendencies to degrade himself.

max jones-verstappen how's that working for you two so far? alex albon not well as you can see

daphne jones-ricciardo we have a new set of grid parents!

daniel jones-ricciardo GO TO SLEEP!

daphne jones-ricciardo shh! i just got to episode 3.

fernando alonso my favorite episode is episode 1.

max jones-verstappen ARE ALL OF YOU WATCHING IT?

lewis hamilton i wanted to see how they foreshadowed my move to ferrari. mae jones-verstappen daphne dragged me into this. daphne jones-ricciardo LIAR! IT WAS YOUR IDEA! george russell i wanted to see how i evolved through the season

max jones-verstappen i guess i should watch it.

daniel jones-ricciardo i promise you won't regret it.

12 hours later

max jones-verstappen you're a fucking liar daniel jones-ricciardo. i regret it so much.

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it was breaking down (it was falling in love) snippet

max/charles 3.1k words

this is from a wip that is currently in development. we're in 2025, charles and max are fighting each other for the championship for the first time since 2022. max, as always, in red bull. charles, by the grace of god, still in ferrari. it gets complicated.

The party after the last race before summer break isn’t a tradition officially, but somehow there’s always been one; a simple text in the drivers’ group chat letting them know that xyz and I are getting drinks later, you’re all welcome to join and when the rest of them show up to the address provided, there’s somehow always an entire house rented and seemingly bottomless drinks. It’s one of those mysteries of F1 that Charles thinks he’ll never crack.

For the past few years the summer break kickoff has been an opportunity for him to celebrate, not in a let’s raise a glass to a good first half of the season way, but more of a thank god that’s over kind of way. It had always consisted of systematically knocking back glass after glass until he’d been drunk enough to let whatever girlfriend he’d had at the time drag him onto the dancefloor, if he’d had one at the time.

(He always did.)

(Except this year)

For the first time in his F1 career, Charles is leading the championship at the start of the summer break and instead of forcing every driver and his own mechanics to have a drink with him, he’s making himself as small and invisible as possible in a corner, right beside a potted palm tree that straddles the line between looking extremely well cared for and extremely fake. He’s been nursing the same cocktail for almost an hour and has avoided every driver, staffer or intern who wanted to drink to his championship charge. He’s not in the mood. He’s even managed to chase away Alex and Lily to the bar, if just temporarily, his teammate vowing to get him another round to pull him out his funk.

Instead he’s been letting his gaze roam over the open floor, taking note of the people there and pretending he isn’t looking for Max. It’s going semi-well. Charles hadn’t seen him when he’d entered the house with Alex and he hasn’t spotted him since. He’s also been too much of a coward to just grab someone, another driver or a stray Red Bull intern, and ask them whether they’d seen him, whether he’s even here at all. Maybe, it’s for the best – he wouldn’t know what to say to Max anyway. Have you tried a simple ‘I’m sorry’? The voice in his head sounds suspiciously like Pierre and it has him take a long sip from his glass.

The horrible thing is, Pierre is right. He should really apologise, but it’s been so long since their fight in Monaco and the silence between them has gotten so loud, he wouldn’t know where to start. He’s also not entirely sure Max wouldn’t just walk away from him if he were to approach him now. Hence his hiding in the corner.

After emptying his glass, he looks around the room again. He spots Lewis on the dance floor, chatting up a model he knows for a fact is too young for him. A little ways off to the side he sees Lando hanging off of his Max’s shoulders and Charles tries valiantly to ignore the ugly twisting of his insides. It reminds him of Imola, just a few short months ago – how Max had told him to let go for once and had stood vigil as he’d gotten drunk and celebrated his first win on Italian soil since 2019, how Max had let him cling to him when he hadn’t been able to stand upright on his own anymore and then had called them both a taxi and had gotten him home. Funny how he’d managed to ruin it all with a single sentence.

Charles is pulled out of his thoughts by wild waving in his periphery and when he turns his head he spots Pierre over by a window with his new girlfriend, whose name Charles had forgotten the minute he’d been introduced to her, obviously trying to get his attention. Confused, he shakes his head and mouths a What? in his direction, to which Pierre starts pointing in the direction of the door in response, an insistent look on his face. Charles turns his head just in time to see Daniel Ricciardo enter the party and he’d wonder about seeing him here when he’d given up his AlphaTauri seat last year in favour of a go in Indycar, if following right behind him wasn’t—

Max.

Charles watches as they’re stopped by multiple people on their way in – there’s plenty of hugs for Daniel and claps on the shoulder for Max – and make a beeline for the impromptu bar. Daniel sees him about halfway there and Charles fights and consequently loses against the urge to shrink in on himself when the instinctive smile he throws at everyone turns into a scowl at the sight of him. So, Max had told him then. Charles doesn’t know what else he’d expected.

(Not this. He hadn’t even known they were still close.)

Max doesn’t look at him once.

He should stop staring, knows it very well won’t help his case in any way, but his eyes stay glued to Max’s form, taking him in – blonde hair, blue eyes, standard white t-shirt and jeans. All viewed from afar, as has become standard over the past few weeks. Charles wants to kick himself. He wonders what would happen if he were to throw aside his pride and cowardice and go over to him now, if he asked to speak to him, to explain. Would Max even spare him a glance? Would he frown and grumble and tell him to fuck off? Would Daniel’s scowl become more severe and would he tell him to get lost?

He doesn’t plan on finding out.

So he watches. Watches as Daniel leans exaggeratedly over the bar to order some drinks and then back to whisper something in Max’s ear that has him laugh in that full-body way of his – head thrown back and hands clasped together, then bending forward, eyes crinkled at the corners and nose scrunched up. Full of delight, full of life. When Max seems to have calmed down a little he moves closer to Daniel, a mischievous look on his face, no doubt saying something just as cheeky in return, and Charles sees Daniel break out in one of his honking laughs before throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in. Just for a moment, Max rests his head on his shoulder and Daniel turns his face into his hair. Just for a moment. Blink and you miss it.

And Charles? Well, Charles wants to die.

Alex and his tray full of drinks are a godsend, Lily clearing the way for him as they come back to join him in his miserable corner, and Charles grabs a glass and knocks it back before Alex even has a chance to put the tray down. When he puts the glass back down, Lily lets out a hoot, slapping the table, while Alex scoffs at him goodnaturedly.

“Were you raised in a barn, mate?” He’s chuckling, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. “Where I’m from, you wait until everyone has a glass and then you drink like your life depends on it.” Next to him, Lily cackles, pressing the next drink into his hand and then grabbing one for herself.

“Sorry,” he’s not, really, only tangentially in the way that Alex has been a good sport ever since his fight with Max, letting him be miserable and not making him explain why, and Charles feels bad for making him put up with his bad mood when it’s his first season in the team and he should be having fun instead of babysitting him. But then again, misery and Ferrari go hand in hand and Alex should probably learn to live and work with that, if he wants to survive in the team.

Charles’ fingers itch for another drink.

“Oh, who cares?” Lily raises her glass and waits for them to mirror her. “Let’s fucking party!”

Right before he knocks back his drink, Charles spares another glance over to Max and Daniel, just to see, just because he’s feeling curious and maybe a little masochistic, pressing a finger into an open wound. What he sees makes him down half of the contents of his tall glass all at once – Max is fully pressed into Daniel’s side, Daniel’s arm around his waist, fingers on that tantalising dip of it that Charles had found himself staring at more than once, and Daniel’s once again leaning in, whispering something into his ear that makes him smile. Charles wants to throw up.

He loses track of how much he drinks after that.

One, two, ten hours later, he looks up from his fourth – twelfth? – glass and sees Max making his way over to and up a stairwell that he vaguely remembers leads to a balcony. He’s alone, Daniel nowhere in sight. Without a second thought, he excuses himself from the table and stumbles over to follow him before Alex and Lily can protest. The way up the stairs is perilous and he has to cling to the bannister to hold himself upright, hoping he’s not making so much noise he gives himself away. 

When he finally reaches the balcony, he finds it miraculously empty, except for Max, standing at the railing and looking out into the night. A few lanterns bathe him in soft, warm light and Charles’ heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He’s so beautiful, always has been in his own way, the charmingly gangly, awkward teenage limbs turned strong and broad, handsome. Growing up alongside Max had been complicated and a little painful – at 15 years old, how do you know you hate the guy you’re competing against because of his dirty tricks and raw talent and not because his eyes are as blue as a summer sky? How do you know your palms are sweaty because of the adrenaline of a good fight on track and not because he smirked at you right before he put his helmet on? They’re questions Charles has never quite managed to answer and is keenly reminded of now at 27 years old, standing on a balcony somewhere in Belgium with his heart beating out of his chest at the mere sight of Max. He doesn’t think he’ll ever have a clear answer. 

His drunken lean to the side has him knock over a decorative cat figurine with a loud clang, startling Max in front of him like a deer hearing a sudden noise in what it had assumed to be an empty clearing. He whips around and when he sees Charles trying to right himself, an unhappy scowl settles on his pretty lips.

“What do you want, Charles?”

I want to go back in time and smack myself for what I said to you. I want you to smile at me like you used to, like you smiled at Daniel and I don’t know what that means. I want us to be okay. I want to win and I want you by my side when I do. I want us to be alright.

“Nothing, I just—,” he’s pretty sure he’s slurring, which seems to not be helping his case as Max’s expression doesn’t lighten. In fact, it does the opposite, making Charles trail off, falling quiet as Max looks at him expectantly. He doesn’t remember what he’d originally wanted to say, so instead he throws out the first thing that comes to his mind after Your eyes have the colour of a storm I once saw while out at sea.

“You haven’t talked to me since Monaco,” it’s meant as an explanation, but once the words leave his mouth, they sound like an accusation. Max’s frown deepens, his eyebrows furrowing and the corners of his mouth pulling further down. A little more and he’d be pouting. It’s one of the things that’s never changed about him, Charles ponders idly. That stormy, unhappy frown. The only difference between a 27 year old and a 13 year old Max Verstappen frowning at him is a missing, involuntary flush to his cheeks and the lack of acne. The other boys had always made fun of him for it back then – how easily he’d flush, how quickly he’d get irritated. Charles had never minded either; he’d thought it made Max seem more alive.

Now, Max looks alive in a primordial sense, the way the earth itself is – burning, blazing, vengeful.

“Well, I wonder why,” his voice is venomous, face twisted in an ugly sneer, “I wonder why I would not be speaking to you after Monaco.”

Charles feels helpless, like a fumbling child. “No, no, that’s not what I meant—“ But he doesn’t know how to actually express what he wants to say, his mind foggy and slow. He wants to curse Alex for bringing that entire tray of drinks to the table. 

He continues to stutter, without saying anything of worth, and he can see Max is losing what little patience he’d had to begin with and – yes, there’s that angry, red flush that’s been missing in his cheeks before.

“Do you actually have anything to say to me,” Max’s shoulders are heaving, his breath heavy, “or do you just want to waste my time and stand here, staring at me like a drunk idiot?”

It’s meant to cut him and it does; Charles flinches from the impact, sure that if he were to raise his fingers to his cheek, they’d come away bloody. The thing is, he has so much to say, so many things that have been long overdue, that he should’ve said months, maybe years ago, but now that he has Max in front of him, in all his furious beauty, his brain can’t put the words in order, can’t form the sentences he needs to say to salvage whatever he had, could’ve had, with Max. The alcohol isn’t helping either.

In his drunken stupidity, he says the worst thing he could possibly say in this moment.

“I saw you with Daniel, earlier.”

It’s horrible, it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever said. It does nothing to convey what he actually wants Max to hear, instead he manages to make it sound like an accusation again when all he’d wanted to say was I saw you with Daniel earlier and you looked happy, happier than you have over the past few weeks and I wanted to kick myself for being the source of your sadness, when I only want to see you smile and laugh and be joyful. 

Max’s face is wrathful, his breath quickening and Charles isn’t quite sure whether he’s just imagining the thunder he hears in the distance.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” his voice is tight, controlled and shaking with white hot rage. Charles resists the urge to flinch. He deserves Max’s anger and he’ll take it. He’ll take anything Max is still willing to give him.

“I haven’t heard from you in weeks, and yet you complain about me not talking to you when you haven't even tried to speak with me. I thought you needed time to cool off, so I gave you space, of course, but you keep insisting on this childish grudge over nothing. You ignore me, give me the cold shoulder, and say to the press that we’re not friends when I did nothing you wouldn’t have done if you’d been in my place. Mind you, I didn’t even say anything to the media when I damn well should’ve, but of course, you still find something to complain about.”

Max is panting and the toll this entire conversation is having on him is evident in the pinched corners of his mouth, however, he doesn’t seem to be done just yet.

“And now, for the first time in what feels like ages, I’m having a fun night and you decide to pester me and complain about me spending it with Daniel, when it’s none of your business? When you and I, as you’ve insisted, are nothing?”

Charles reels back from the impact as if Max had physically slapped him across the face. You and I are nothing. He sees champagne showers in Australia. You and I are nothing. Breaking into the Circuit de Monaco at night. You and I are nothing. Max scaring everyone into packing their phones away when Charles had been drunk and without inhibitions in Imola. You and I are nothing. Dancing in the streets of Miami at night.

You and I are nothing.

It’s terrible.

He deserves it.

Max prepares to breeze past him back inside and Charles instinctively grabs onto his arm to make him stay, to make him not leave him. His movements are slow and his grip as weak as a kitten, Max could shake him off easily, but he doesn’t. He glares at him, a fire raging in his eyes, and opens his mouth to undoubtedly berate him again. Deliriously, Charles remembers that the hottest flames burn blue.

Before he can think better of it, his lips fit themselves over Max’s, quelling any upcoming rant. Any rational or coherent thought dies out in his mind and when he tries to think of any reasons why this is the worst thing he could do, he gets as far as Max’s lips are soft before he loses the thread and closes his eyes.

Horribly, Charles feels a startled hum against his lips and then Max is leaning in, letting him carefully cradle his face with his free hand. He’s even allowed to deepen the kiss, sneaking his tongue past Max’s lips and sliding his hand in his hair, and for an exhilarating moment he has Max in the palms of his hands, warm and lovely, and he wants to keep him like this for as long as he’s allowed to.

When Max recoils from his touch, it’s with enough force to send him stumbling backwards. The look on his face is devastating when Charles opens his eyes again. There’s a storm brewing in his eyes – anger, disappointment, fear, pain. Charles feels monstrous. His mouth opens and closes several times, but no words make it out alive. 

To Charles’ horror, there’s tears pooling at the corners of Max’s eyes. Regret is a bitter, nasty thing to swallow and he knows his face must be doing something complicated and sad. He finds his voice in the most inopportune of moments.

“Max, I—,” he sounds scratchy and choked up, even to his own ears, and Max doesn’t let him get any further, storming past him through the open balcony doors and back inside, knocking their shoulders together in his desperation to get away from him and sending Charles careening into a potted plant. As he picks his way out of the leaves, he hears a door slam inside.

Charles looks up at the stars and wishes that just for once, he wouldn’t ruin everything he loves.

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jealousy, jealousy - chapter 1: sometimes, it’s good to just sit one out

f1 fanfiction: lestappen (max x charles)

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summary: we know em and love em as one of f1's spiciest rivalries. but the ferrari boys and their disgustingly cute chemistry makes max realize there's a fine line between love and hate...

chapter 1: sometimes it's good to sit one out

Two exhausting practice sessions to kick off the 2024 season later, Max Verstappen lay as motionless as possible in his bed. He glanced at his watch: 7:48pm local time. He had exactly 12 minutes of peace left, 12 minutes before he and some of the other guys on the grid would be hunting for a source of food together. He wished the Max of three hours ago hadn’t told them all to meet in his room; present Max wanted to just exist as long as possible alone.

As if someone heard his thoughts, there was a tentative knock at the door. Max flipped over, let out a groan into his pillow, and peeled himself off his bed. He looked through the peep-hole at Charles Leclerc, who was shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Well, if it had to be someone, better Charles than…most of the others, really.

Max cracked open the door. “You’re 10 minutes early,” he huffed. “That’s 10 minutes I can never get back.”

Charles stiffened, but relaxed when he saw what he thought was an amused glint in Max’s blue eyes. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “They have McLaren staying in the same hall as us. And I think Lando’s trying to show Oscar some horrible new mixtape.”

“Right then,” Max allowed him in. “But I’m not in a mood to chat. I’m fucking tired and plan to be as inactive as possible until the clock literally hits 8.”

“That’s okay,” Charles said quietly. He took his shoes off and climbed onto the other bed, scrolling through his phone. Max returned to his horizontal position, but no longer felt relaxed at all. He kept stealing glances at Charles, who had changed from his racing suit into a pair of linen pants and a breezy matching button-down, perfect for the muggy Bahrain weather. His curly hair was damp, and Max noted the vague citrus of his shampoo. He became acutely aware of his comparatively boring uniform of his usual Red Bull polo and skinny jeans. And then realized how ridiculous it was that he was thinking about fashion at all.

“Rough practice,” Max mused out loud to banish his thoughts.

Charles started at this unexpected comment. “Yeah—Hamilton was on one though. And Carlos did well for himself. I think he’s feeling the car more this season already.”

Max rolled over so that he could look Charles in the eye. “I saw some of the turns you made. Carlos isn’t the only one who’s feeling the car.”

Charles’ eyes widened and his lips parted, but nothing came out. Max instantly regretted his impulsive words. The two awkwardly stared at each other for a few long beats, and were mercifully interrupted by another knock, infinitely most obnoxious than the last. Actually, make that several annoying knocks.

“Oi, let us in!” Lando Norris crowed from the hallway. Max rolled his eyes at Charles, who jumped out of bed and opened the door for Lando, George Russell, and Alex Albon.

“Hey guys,” Charles greeted the group. “Where’s Carlos? I thought he was coming too.”

Carlos Sainz was Charles’ teammate on Ferrari, and although Charles himself was supposed to be one of Max’s biggest rivals, the Spanish driver had been getting on Max’s nerves as of late. There was no reason he should—Carlos was, honestly, one of the best guys on the grid. Funny, charismatic, ridiculously athletic, the owner of an enviable mane of hair and a tanned jawline that you could grate cheese over. And wholesome. So goddamned nice. Fucker could banter with literally anybody on the grid, and Max was pretty sure Carlos inspired a couple hashtag with every teammate he’d ever been with. Carlando. Charlos. So why did hearing Charles ask for him—so fast—make Max’s palms itch?

Lando furrowed his brows. “Carlos? I dunno, he might still be in hospitality. Or in the shower. Could’ve sworn I heard Smooth Operator through the bathroom wall…”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Charles said. “Well, Max is here and Danny should join us any minute, so I’ll try to go find him.” And he left the room as quietly as he’d come in.

Max rolled his eyes. “You guys are early. I said 8.”

“Be thankful we showed up early,” Lando scoffed and rubbed his hands together. “I’m a growing boy and I’m HUNGRY. You prats ought to tell me what you want to order or I’m going to call in a pizza, and I’m not sharing.”

“Carlos said he’d cook,” George reminded him. Max frowned at the thought of Carlos showing off his cooking skills, although of course since it’s Carlos, it wouldn’t be showing off.

“Well, I don’t see Carlos, nor anything he’d be able to cook with, so he’d better get a move on before—”

“Better get that pizza, Lando,” Danny abruptly strided into the room. “Carlos said he’d make breakfast, not dinner. You’ll have to wait to taste his carbonara another day.”

“Why carbonara?” George looked confused.

“Carlos and Leclerc made carbonara for that Ferrari challenge,” Max filled in. “Go watch it yourselves.”

Lando giggled, momentarily distracted from his plight. “I’ve gotten it pulled up, mate.” He tilted his phone towards George and Alex, showing them the video of Charles and Carlos duking it out in front of two induction burners in an effort to create a passable carbonara as fast as possible.

George took one look at the men clad in aprons and ridiculous red toques and burst out laughing.

Video Charles’ voice singsonged through the speakers. “Oh my god, what a mistake! You start with the eggs! Mate! You neeed to start with the guanciale, maybe a little—smell, smell the smell of carbonarrra. So then, you break the egg…right? The white of the egg, we take it off—”

“I disagree,” Video Carlos cut in.

“So the yellow of the egg only—” Video Charles attempted again.

“I disagree,” Video Carlos snapped again, and Alex lost it as well.

“Is this what they call Leclerifying?” Lando smirked.

Max felt his cheeks grow warm, dreading the inevitable mention of “Maxsplaining” that would come next. He averted his eyes from the screen as Video Charles began pacing around the studio, interjecting his clearly unwanted opinion as Video Carlos slowly lost his patience.

Lando suddenly paused the video and zoomed in with his fingers. “Bro.” He motioned for the others to see. “Leclerc has an ass.”

“Mate, that’s so gay,” George raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t know me,” Lando retorted. “That’s not very inclusive of you.”

George’s smile suddenly faded. “Hold on, you know I didn’t mean it like that, there’s nothing wrong with—”

“Aaah, I’m joking mate,” Lando smirked.

He let out a yelp as George aimed a kick as his shin.

Max cleared his throat. “Restroom, be right back.”

In the bathroom, he took two deep breaths and willed himself to calm down. He had seen the video himself too, of course…and he had certainly also noticed how Charles’ white pants, expertly cuffed at the ankles, accentuated his backside. He just didn’t expect fucking Lando to point it out so readily. Max didn’t like watching the video in general, though. Something about the way Charles pranced in those goddamned pants around his teammate, peering over his shoulder at Carlos’ pasta, calling mate to him over and over again, almost like he was teasing Carlos on purpose. And of course Carlos was eating it up, even as he feigned irritation. Max could practically picture him steering just a little too close to Charles, brushing him to the side as he made his way over to the judges to explain his dish to the judges like he was competing on fucking MasterChef.

Come to think of it, Lando was the least afraid of the boys to show physical affection, even more so than Carlos. Maybe he was actually into guys. And maybe that would be a good thing for the grid, might make other people more willing to talk about that kind of stuff. Max wasn’t blind, he’d seen some questionable, tense moments among the drivers. But not him. He was just…observant. There just wasn’t any other reason why he couldn’t help but watch Charles and Carlos’ Ferrari challenges as soon as they dropped. Hell, if anything, they were his biggest rivals. Something about keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer.

He heard the door open again, and Charles laughing—a progressively rarer sound over the past year. The Ferrari effect. And then the deep, rolling laughs of Carlos blending with Charles’ breathless chuckles.

“Carlos, my dear lad!” Lando exclaimed, delighted. “We’ve been waiting for you to grace us with your presence.”

Carlos snorted. “What am I, some kind of king? That’s how you should be talking to Lord Perceval over here.”

Charles giggled. A sour taste filled Max’s throat at the affectionate nickname. He walked out of the bathroom and positioned himself in front of the two teammates, whose arms looked practically intertwined with each other’s.

Carlos smiled at Max. “Hey, mate.”

Max had to remember to tear his gaze away from Charles’ crinkled eyes, still harboring a ghost of his laugh, and return Carlos’ greeting with a nod. “Hey. Uh, good work on the track today.”

“Thanks,” Carlos beamed. Charles gave Max a circumspect look, and Max gritted his teeth, willing himself not to turn red in front of him. What on Earth was up with them today?

Lando clapped impatiently. “So are we getting food or what?”

The other guys murmured their assent. Max avoided looking at Charles and Carlos, wishing he had just sat this one out entirely after all.

notes: carbonara video creds to the c2 challenge ;) took a tiny bit of creative liberty

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[leclerc-on-the-clace]

Something that I love to see is people’s “review” after meeting drivers. It’s often very similar in how drivers are with most people and it makes it way easier to tell when someone is lying about an interaction because they dislike the driver. So here’s a few summaries.

Charles seems to always be, by far, the nicest, everyone mentions how long he stays with fans and how much he signs and takes pictures. Always see people saying he’s super smiley no matter the occasion and is the driver who will visit no matter the weather. He’s also the one who people say you know he’s actually listening to whatever is being said based on eye contact and how he reacts and responds.

Lewis is similar to Charles with how nice he is, although he’s not as interactive and doesn’t sign as much or he’s just busy biking and doesn’t stop but will wave and say hi as he passes by.

Seb and Danny were both described as what i’d call “boyband style people pleaser” descriptors. Signing away, taking pictures, chatting to fans for 10 seconds all with a big smile on their face and the second they’re far enough away the smile drops. Not in a fake way but in a lets make fans happy by being happy even if we’re not actually happy kind of way.

George and Lando often get similar stories and are paired together a lot. Both sort of have the same energy as they do with interviews where they’ll have genuine interactions but it’s like a chore to them, some days it’s fine but others they’ll be robotic, pose, sign, smile repeat. Both also seem to try and be funny but it sometimes just flops.

Max is polite but doesn’t stay long and doesn’t really sign much. He’s kind but would clearly rather be busy on his own away from loud screaming fans. However he has got a lot of people saying he’s got the same level of listening intently as Charles does. Max along with Checo, Carlos, Fernando and Lando all seem way happier to be surrounded by fans at home gps which is understandable.

Carlos is very often described as “if he wasn’t next to Charles he wouldn’t interact with fans as much” a lot of people said he, similar to Lewis, will be either biking past fans and just wave or he’ll sign a few things and dip, he’s nice just does quick signs and leaves after a minute or two. If you want to meet Carlos you can either pray to be in the front or you should gamble on him arriving with Charles / fanzone with Charles. However if you get him in a good mood he’s way more talkative.

Yuki, Mick, Alex, Esteban, Lance and Toto Wolff tend to get similar stories. Polite, very clearly overwhelmed when there’s a lot of people, will happily joke with fans and very positive energy. Their interactions tend to mostly be bumped into them at the pitlane which seems to be when they’re more willing to take pictures and talk more. 

A lot of fans have mentioned that most drivers will stop for younger/child fans. Charles is notorious for interacting with kids so much that it appears in official videos when he’s supposed to be working. Most drivers apparently somehow manage to find time to detour to the small child decked in merch so if you want to meet a driver maybe rent a child or something. 

I haven’t seem too much about the remaining drivers other than both Alfa Romeo boys being polite but not super talkative. Logan and Oscar seem to currently be in the middle of Lewis and Max with fan interactions but it’s only been half a season

#charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #george russell #lando norris #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #fernando alonso

[pastelwitchling]

Have you ever written about Isobel finding out Malex was going to get married in the pocket dimension, and she says something like "You were going to get married without me?" I love her and Alex's relationship, especially the way you write it <3

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Isobel’s idea of a greeting was slamming Michael and Alex’s door open hard enough that the knob smashed into the wall. Michael had heard her car driving in, so he was already in the hallway to see her heaving like an angry bull on their threshold, ready to charge.

She had Alex’s sleeve gripped in one hand, and he was doubled-over, panting.

“You almost got married without me?!”

“Is!” Michael said angrily, catching his husband who had stumbled into the house after her, limping. “Did you make him run? His leg can’t handle that, he’s already been overworking himself at Deep Sky this week!”

“No, I’m – I’m okay,” Alex panted, red-faced as he leaned heavily against Michael’s chest. “Does anyone else hear a buzzing?”

Michael took Alex’s weight as he glared at his sister, but Isobel was glaring right back. “Is this what I get for giving Alex up for your stupid morning teas? Damn it, Isobel, he’s an airman, what’d you do?”

“What did you do?” she demanded, hands on her hips. “Alex told me, okay? He told me he proposed in the stupid liminal space, he told me that you stupidly said yes, and he said you almost had the stupid wedding there! Without me!”

Michael rolled his eyes, more preoccupied with leading Alex inside to rest on the couch and help him take his prosthetic off. “We almost got married there because Alex was dying,” he argued, and flinched at the memory. He set the prosthetic aside and kissed Alex’s knee before heading to the kitchen to get him an icepack. Isobel followed him.

“That’s no excuse! How could you consider, for even half a second, that you could get married without your family there?!”

“Is!” Michael covered his ear with one hand, shouldering her on his way past. “Your voice is reaching new frequencies again!”

“I’m hurt, I am hurt!”

“I don’t see Max complaining about this.”

“Max doesn’t know about this complete and utter betrayal!” she tossed her purse onto the coffee table as Michael knelt in front of Alex again and folded his jean leg up. “And I wouldn’t dream of telling him and breaking his already fragile heart! He’s a delicate soul, you know that, you know this would kill him.”

“I somehow doubt that,” Michael said, then murmured, “He’s not insane.”

“What was that?” she narrowed her eyes.

“I said you’re making Alex’s head hurt.”

“I’m okay,” he groaned, clutching his side, his face half-stuffed into the cushion. Michael imagined his sister finding out about their almost-wedding and dragging Alex out all the way from the café where they usually had their weekly morning tea. The place had a narrow, spiral staircase, and Michael winced at the idea of Alex taking those stairs that quickly.

“That is not what you said!”

Michael ran his hand through Alex’s hair, trying to control his temper for his husband’s sake at least. “I swear, Is . . .”

“I’m okay,” Alex reiterated, his words at odds with the way he clutched Michael’s wrist and kept Michael’s hand in his hair. “M’fine. The buzzing’s really gone down.” He squinted. “Who’s whistling?”

Michael growled at his sister.

“He’s fine,” Isobel dismissed. “Can you at least tell me what the décor looked like? Who took care of it? If you tell me you guys stuck some bedsheet between two beams and called it a day –”

“Did you miss the part about Alex . . . not doing well?” Damn it, this line of conversation was not helping Michael’s temper. And to think, he’d already been in a sour mood because Isobel had come to pick Alex up during their one morning off, when Michael had been sliding down between Alex’s legs, trailing kisses up the inside of his thighs.

Then they were interrupted, and now this.

“I only had an hour to get everything set up,” she said defensively. “If I’d had more notice, you know I would’ve given you the wedding of the century! With champagne fountains and – and chocolate éclairs with strawberry glaze! You would’ve loved the strawberry glaze!”

“What the hell was in your tea?” Michael demanded. “Unless you haven’t noticed, Isobel, we never actually got married in the liminal space!”

“What’s this really about, Is?” Alex said, his voice muffled. His eyes were half-lidded, but he was looking up at Isobel like he was the psychic one.

Held by Alex’s impenetrating eyes, Isobel deflated onto the armrest of the couch, her hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Michael’s going to think I’m annoying.”

Michael blinked. “Michael always thinks you’re annoying. Tell me anyway.”

She sighed, thoughtlessly poking Alex’s cheek for a whole minute before she said, “I hate that you didn’t get to grow up where we did.”

Well. Michael certainly hadn’t expected that.

“I hate that you didn’t get the same stuff,” Isobel went on, cheeks dusted pink. “I hate that you had to live out of your stupid truck. When I found out about your feelings for Alex, I thought . . . this is my chance, you know? I couldn’t give you luxury when we were kids, but I could give it to you now. I wanted to give you the best of everything, no expenses spared. I wanted to gift you the perfect car, but you wanted to keep that damn truck.”

“I love that truck,” Alex smiled into the cushion, which made warmth spread throughout Michael’s chest.

“I wanted to give you the perfect mansion, but you decided you would keep your airstream in Alex’s backyard and just live here. Then the perfect wedding, but you wanted to get married within the day, and it just always feels like I’m two steps behind. Every time I try to give you something, you’ve moved past it and I just . . . I don’t feel like I’m ever giving you anything important.”

Michael processed all of this, both touched and exasperated by how silly his sister could really be. He sighed, slumping against the side of the couch so that he could keep his hands on Alex.

“Sis, if you had to choose between being with Valenti and every piece of gold in the –”

“Kyle,” she said at once, like the question was silly. Michael chuckled.

“Then you do get it,” he said. “Everything I have in my life now is important to me because of the man I share it all with.” He met Alex’s warm gaze, his rosy cheeks, his soft smile, and everything in him settled into place. He felt home. “As long as I have him, I’m the richest guy in the world. As long as I have Alex, I have everything I could ever want.”

Alex wordlessly turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to Michael’s palm, closing his eyes as Michael brushed his cheek with his thumb. They sat there in silence for a while, Alex’s breaths steadying to Michael’s touch, Isobel looking on between them until –

“What about a wardrobe change?”

Michael shot to his feet as Alex chuckled under his breath. “That’s it, get out.”

“I’m just saying!” she tried yelling over her shoulder as Michael all but shoved her to the door, but she was too freakishly strong. “The dirty cowboy look is so out right now – what about a nice turtleneck? I’m thinking English scholar chic!”

“OUT!”

***

Happy malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[sidemenxyn]

George x Y/n Smiths

What it’s like to be in a relationship with George Clarke!

Tw: language and innuendo joke.

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Start away such an amazing connection, like you both hit it straight off the bat.

You both being funny and cracking jokes left, right and centre especially in videos together. “What is that?!? *squints and looks at screen* Is that liquor?!?” “Ha, i hardly know her!” “Oh shut up George!”

Most of the time your both in each others videos. You live when your all doing videos with Alex, ArthurTv, Arthur Hill and Cam. Or if your doing videos for your channel.

I feel like he’s definitely a physical touch and quality time type of person. Like if your editing and he’s filming not to far from you he’s enjoy your company.

If he is filming and needs your opinion on something in the video, expect to be there for the rest of the video as your now apart of the video. Your either in your gaming chair or sat on his lap and your both doing a video now. His is excuse? “You get me more views.” (Joke)

Definitely loves watching movies together no matter the day, time, season whatever. It could be nice and sunny outside but he’d rather watch a movie and enjoy some time together.

Definitely gets you to do ‘having an argument depending on the letter’ or ‘dad jokes’ TikTok’s. If your in the vicinity of him and he’s in the mood to make a TikTok. You can bet your going to be in it or filming it.

Loves if your at the studio while they film a podcast. If there is a story that Max and George are talking about and your apart of that story. Guess what you’ll be doing? You’ll be telling the story while sitting on George’s lap as his arms are around your waist. He loves when you explain stuff and it makes you laugh.

Definitely has you come on the podcast every so often.

I feel like your both big Christmas/winter people.

Like you’d definitely decorate the whole apartment and then Arthur walks in like “why does it look like Father Christmas and his fucking reindeers threw up in here?”

Definitely getting those plaid pyjamas sets for the winter. And definitely going clothes shopping together so you can both agree on matching pyjamas.

Definitely the type of couple to do either cheesy or funny costumes. Like his one this year which was a cheerleader and you’d dress up as a jock wear a nfl jersey and such.

Definitely after a pub crawl for chips channel or a day out drinking; he’ll definitely be the type of drunk to be clingy/cuddly. Like if your on your computer or watching tv he’s cuddling against you or has his head in your lap or stomach and your resting your computer on his back.

Or he’ll be the the funny type of drunk, like he’ll out like a random song on and start dancing or singing the song. Definitely class at drunk karaoke!! He either goes all out or takes the piss and does random notes and says “and that impression was of Arthur Hill!”

Loves gossip! Like if you and your friends went out for the night and shit went down… except him to be waiting for you to spill the beans. “So… any drama or what?” “Oh stuff went down..” “how much tea?” “Enough to give a cup to everyone in this building.” “Oh so shit went down” “yep”

Definitely pulls the same faces as you when explaining the drama. Since living together I believe you both slowly start to do things the other would do. Like small mannerisms like if you were to say things a certain way or say a certain saying then expect George to say it too.

Or like if you would give him a kiss, when you pull apart you’d give him a extra peck or kiss his cheek. He’d definitely do that to you.

George definitely loves it secretly but he loves to either jump on your streaks or comment the most outrageous things or funny things to see how you react. The fans love when he comes into your office to either annoy you (jokingly), give you something (like food or drinks) and to have some company.

Definitely does the “you should subscribe to this account called George Clarke, mate he’s so funny and posts great content.” While your over here rolling your eyes while smiling.

While your streaming and he’s sat next to you, if your doing something you’d definitely ask for his opinion. Like if your making an outfit or making a house.

Loves the fun type of dates, would much rather go do mini golf or an escape room than a dinner date.

I feel like you’d both agree to those type of dates as you have more fun. Like he’d ask if you’d wanna go play mini golf and grab some ice cream and maybe go see a movie depending on the movie.

If you two were to go on holidays in a colder environment like a cabin trip or something along those lines. You’d both love watching the snow storm while drinking hot chocolate and watching holiday movies. Then if you both went to a hotter place, you’d both either be at the beach or by the pool. You’d be the type to mess around in the pool like kids playing water polo.

You and Grace are thee duo, like bro you both bounce off each other and are the funniest girl duo. And the the best group of four being you, Grace, George and Max. Omg imagine you four at a red carpet or an event together 😂😂

Definitely a laugh if you’ve gone onto the fellas podcast after a pub crawl. Chip would be like “how was George after the pub crawl?” You laugh “bro, he was so drunk.” Then George would defend “I wasn’t that bad!” It made you laugh even more “you literally blasted a playlist called ‘girl boss, girl pop moments’ me and poor Arthur had to make a plan. I’d end up pinning you down on the sofa while Arthur turned the tv off.” By the end of that podcast you’d all become out of breath from all the laughing.

Definitely the type of tester to go:

George: could you get me a coffee from Starbucks while you there please? 🙏

Y/n: yeah anything else?

George: nah, thank you, your an amazing girlfriend and girl boss ✌️😜

Y/n: right… love you too?

One time you were both filming for Arthur Hill’s video ‘platform roulette’ when you four were on the train; the camera was pointing at you and George as you looked out the window to see a herd of cows. George ‘had’ to say “oh Y/n didn’t know you and your friends were out there!” You scrunched you face and made a comeback “aww that means you are there too.” You four were all pissing yourself laughing.

You are both as cuddly as each other, definitely if you’ve had a bad day or your ill he’s definitely giving you so much love and comfort. Even when your sick he’ll just tell you it’s fine, you are cuddling him while watching tv then he’ll either order or make you guys food.

Loves buying things that remind him of you, even if it’s a funny gift. He will also take photos and send them to you if he’s on holiday and your at home.

I wouldn’t say he is the over protective boyfriend, I mean he knows your his and he’s yours. At the end of the day he knows you are coming home with him so yeah. But if you need him for a reason he’d be there to defend you or protect you definitely!

Overall, your relationship is full of love and laughs. Definitely see you guys together till the end of time. Definitely one of the popular uk TikTok/YouTube couple.

Hope you enjoyed, more posts like this will come out for each character/ Y/n’s from the people on my pinned post. But as always have a good day/night!🫶🫶

#platonic sidemen x reader #sidemen #sidemen x reader #sidemen x y/n #sidemen x you #w2s #ksi #tobjizzle #miniminter #vikkstar123 #behzinga #zerkaa #geroge clarke #george clarke #George Clarke x y/n #youtuber x reader #youtuber #youtube #tiktok #social media #social media au #tiktoker #arthurtv #arthur hill #funny sidemen snaps and memes #sidemen snaps #sidemen x reader snaps #sidemen snap stories

[nyoomfruits]

Can someone, ANYONE, write a Lestappen and Landoscar fic where Max, as Lando’s best friend, notices right away how different Lando acts around Oscar and is immediately like “look Charles LOOK he’s in LOVE.” And Charles is like no?? Bc our poor Monegasque disaster is oblivious as always, and Max has to point out how Charles never noticed that Max was in love with him and Charles is like “yeah ok fair point but also that’s because you constantly looked like you were going to murder me.”

But anyway, Max KNOWS Lando, and he knows Lando is never usually shy around anyone, especially his teammates, and he’s never usually protective of those he cares about (usually people are protective of him). But with Oscar he is so clearly smitten and awkward bc he LIKES HIM, and Max can see all the little ways Lando goes out of his way to try to impress him.

So Charles continues to insist that Lando is merely being friendly with Oscar, until one day — maybe an Alpine team member makes a shitty comment about Oscar (let’s pretend there’s still bad blood there), and Lando goes FERAL. Or one day Logan flirts with Oscar as childhood best friends can sometimes do, and Lando’s just in the corner seething. And Charles and Max witness this and finally Charles is like yeah ok the boy is SO GONE.

And Max is like I TOLD YOU SO and proceeds to be very smug about being right. And obviously Oscar is equally smitten with Lando but Lando is just as oblivious as Charles.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk this FLEW out of me. You and that other anon had me thinking of every precious dynamic between these two and just… I’m obsessed with them. Anyway we need more Landoscar fics thanks bye.

OH MY GOD ANON I'M SO !!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS

charles being both oblivious to max's feelings towards him and also to lando having the BIGGEST MOST MASSIVE CRUSH EVER on oscar is. very in character actually. it's giving 'charles not realizing alex changed his hair even though is was PLATINUM BLOND before'.

also!!!!!!! the lando being super protective yes!!!!!! this is literally the reason i have 'smithereens' by twenty one pilots in my landoscar playlist like these boys are so soft for each other but they will FIGHT anyone that threatens the other lmao (for you, i know, i would get messed up, weigh 153. LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME)

also oscar just quietly pining in the background while all this is going on what a mood. dude has no idea what's going on he's just in love with lando and that's okay. like. lando realizes he's in love with oscar and has a three day panic about it where he calls max at like four in the morning yelling "WAIT SHIT DO YOU THINK HE KNOWS" meanwhile oscar realizes he's in love with lando and he's like. "oh. yeah. makes sense" and just goes on with his day. doesn't really expect anything to come of it. god these two i'm SO-

also also max and charles just coming up with these increasingly elaborate plans to just get lando and oscar to TALK because if they just TALK AOBUT THEIR FEELINGS everything will be FINE but they underestimate lando's absolute RELUCTANCE to talk about his feelings ever and oscar just being like "yeah this is a thing i'm dealing with but i'm not bothering lando with it are you kidding me???"

eventually max and charles just give up and that's when oscar and lando FINALLY have A Moment lmao

OH ALSO!!!! regarding your wish for more landoscar fics: i am actually posting one tonight!!!!

#let me tell you this was a DELIGHT to wake up to this morning #landoscar #mctwinks

[moonlight-if-knight]

Ah, yes and to add the cherry on top of this wonderful scenario, Silvia and L decided to come visit but as they approach the house, they witness Alex, MC and Jere either being caught or still running away from not just Max but also Derek. Now, idk if any of those two would join this fun situation or just watch in amusement, all I know is Enrique is problematic watching them from on of the windows with a large smile on his face. 😂

Hahaha, brilliant! The Delacroix siblings casually visit during the mayhem! ✨✨

Now, in the first part, it was said they were caught in the end...

But where’s the fun in that? :)

Part One ~ Part Two

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“They know we’re here!” Jere says, looking horrified at the door of his room. “Max will be here any time. We’ll never outrun him!”

“Yes, since you decided to yell at them when they were distracted!” You throw your hands up in the air.

“I only wanted them to know we wouldn’t burn down the house. And I wasn’t the only one! Alex told them where we’re planning to go!”

“Just wanted to rile up Derek, but damn, I wanted to see his face when he heard that,” Alex says with a satisfied grin. “Besides, we’re stuck here anyway. The only reason we got this far is because Max let us. He enjoys the chase. But he won’t let us go any further.”

“I only wanted to see fireworks change forms in the sky!” Jere laments.

“There, there,” Alex pats Jere on the shoulder. “They just don’t believe in you like we do. That’s why I’ll take one for the team. You two jump through the balcony and go to the front garden. I’ll stay here to distract Max.”

“How in the world will you distract Max long enough for us to set the fireworks?” You ask him with an eyebrow raised.

Alex winks at you. “I have my ways. But Derek’s your problem. There’s no way he’ll listen to me.” You hear steps from the hallway. “Go! Tell me what they looked like when this is over!”

You and Jere run to the balcony and jump down as the door flies open. Then, keep running towards the front yard.

“Here!” You give Jere the fireworks.

He takes them and kneels on the ground. He takes each firework and puts the powder from the pouch in them. “Let’s hope Krizia’s right and this works!”

“Just remember not too much, or they’ll explode!”

“I know!” he shouts nervously.

“Don’t dare fire that up!” Derek shouts from the front door.

“It’s Derek!”

“Keep going, I’ll talk to him!” You walk towards Derek, meeting him halfway.

Just then, Siliva and Lorian/Locke enter through the front gate.

“I always love how you can smell the flowers from far away the house! Don’t you, Lory/Locky?” Siliva asks, walking beside her sibling.

They nod. “It is impressive the work Derek puts into them.”

“Yeah! Like-” She stops talking as they take in the scene before them.

From the side of the house, Alex jumps out from Jere’s balcony, laughing. He looks up when he’s on the ground. “Not in the mood, babe?”

“Shut the hell up!” Max shouts angrily from the balcony and throws a shoe at Alex, which he easily dodges, still laughing.

You try to keep Derek from getting close to Jere, but he stubbornly doesn’t yield.

And Jere’s still on the ground, rushing the powder in the rest of the fireworks.

Siliva and L look quietly at the scene before she lets out a laugh. “Looks like they’re having fun!”

“I do not even know what is happening, but it looks like Derek is angry,” L deadpans.

“So that means I must help MC!” Siliva says and runs straight towards Derek. She throws her arms around him, hugging (or seizing) him tightly. “My favorite cousin! How I’ve missed you!”

“Siliva! Now’s not the time! Let me go!” Derek tries to shake her off but to no avail.

L looks around with an inexpressive face and looks upon their uncle leaning on the front door’s threshold with a smile on his face. They walk calmly towards him and stand beside him.

“Good night, uncle,” they greet him politely.

“It’s good to see you, L,” Enrique greets them.

“Have they been playing around for long?”

“Yes, they have been at it for a while.”

L nods. “It is good that they get along. Even if they play and fight at the same time.”

Enrique laughs. “We have to spend eternity in some way, don’t we?”

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This turned out longer than expected. Again 😂

I don’t regret it ❤️✨

#ask #ro:derek #ro:max #ro:alex #ro:jeremiah #ro:siliva #ro:lorian locke #moonlight brothers #moonlight fam #ro reactions