#max answeres

[overtake]

Jeddah 2024

#this was such a max answer. i want him to succeed immensely based on this interaction alone. #fr though he had such an incredible weekend. very happy for this nice 4 year old. #ollie bearman #f1 #op #saudi arabia 2024

[countingstars-17]

Q: "Question to Max and Charles. You had incidents with each other but you always came out debriefing and talking even more. Is that a testimony of the bond over the years of racing you've done with each other?"

Max: "I had to steer a bit left at the start. We had a little moment. I explained to Charles what happened and it would also be the debriefing. I think it's something we do naturally. We did that already from back in the day in go karting. So it's nice when you had fun race and you have some battles. There's always something to talk about."

Charles: "Yeah exactly. But I think the debriefs we had back in the day were a bit more tense!".

Max: "Just an incHident!"

Charles: "Yeah [laughs]. But now we are a bit calmer and we grew up together. I know Max very very well as a driver. [...] We had fun and we spoke about it. He explained the situation and it was fine."

#the question and the answers deserve to be fully transcribed! #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #lestappen #las vegas gp 2023

[yesloulou]

when ur murderous puppy dog of an ex-boyf defends ur honor or something

#do you feel favored by him daniel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #f1 #maxiel #* #** #hungarian gp 2023 #max getting very agitated in first gif 😵‍💫 #imagine you're daniel getting ready to answer a stupid and inflammatory question and then your #(friend? colleague? ex-teammate? the one that got away?) interrupts and calls them out for you #something something realizing you'll never have to be alone

[dilemmaontwolegs]

This fits the Gala Max! theme and I had too. I do not apologize, pocketing your panties into Max's suit coat like in 50 shades of grey, because you and Max both know how boring these events are

The Real Prize - Panties || MV1

Pre-Gala || The Real Prize || Jealousy || Panties || Captivity || Rocky || Escaping || Thighs || Consequences || A Mile High

“How long until we can leave?” Max asked as he tried to flag down a waiter for another drink.

“There’s still a few categories left,” Geri answered before Christian added, “Including the Constructors Championship, which I expect you to join me in receiving.”

Max sighed at the thought of wasting any more of his time at the ceremony. It was sweet torture having you sitting beside him looking so beautiful, but he had to behave and keep his hands to himself before he dragged you right back to the bathroom.

“Oh, my laces are untied,” he muttered as he bent down under the tablecloth.

You froze at the warm hand that slid up your dress and you dared to glance down at Max, his smirk peeking back up at you. His hand disappeared completely and you lifted your hips at the tap he gave to the side of your ass. His smirk grew as he dragged the lace panties down your thighs and tucked them into his pocket as he sat back up.

“What is taking so long? I just want a simple drink to get through this,” Max groaned as he looked around for the waiter. “Fuck this, I’m going to the bar.”

“Don’t get lost,” Christian warned with a pointed look. “I know how you like to disappear.”

“Coming, schatje?”

You bit your lip to hide your smile and started to rise from your seat.

“Sweetie, your drink is still full,” Geri said with a wave to your wine glass. “Mine, however, is not, I’ll come keep you company, Max.”

Christian watched his wife walk off with Max, but it was Max’s shoes that caught his attention and he turned to you with narrowed eyes. “He doesn’t have any laces.”

#ollie answers #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x reader #formula one imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction

[moonlightmarvey]

handing you over this old madwheeler drawing from my dead hands

#guys im not dead #just decided to take a break from social media cuz ive been feeling a bit exhausted #ill answer all the asks once im back! #madwheeler #mike wheeler #max mayfield #stranger things #marvey draws

[luxmoogle]

Your drawing of Donald crying over a picture of Sora made me think of Goofy experiencing the same heartache; like, he's at home with his son Max, and things are quiet and peaceful, but every now and then when Goofy looks at Max he can't help but be reminded of Sora. Out of the blue, Goofy starts crying. Max, knowing how much his dad misses Sora, hugs Goofy and does his best to comfort him 😢

#kingdom hearts #kh #goofy goof #max goof #max #goofy #I've never drawn max before #I did it! #my art #ask #answer

[valyrfia]

after the press conference today one of two things must be true: either charles is going to red bull, or max and charles got secretly married in vegas

#secret third answer is both #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen gate 2023 #abu dhabi gp 2023

[sharlleglerg]

#feel sorry for everyone in the press conference room #like they talk nonstop when lewis answered questions #the journalists had to call them twice to get their attention #and once they put down the mic immediately started to talk again #they should make a banner saying get a fucking room! #fia should fine them for not paying respect to 7x wdc the host and the media #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1 #mexican gp 2023

[zepskies]

Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?

Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.

But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!

Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? 🫠😭😭

Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. ❤️❤️

This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).

Imagine: Ben loses you.

Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.

He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didn’t have enough clothes.

“We’re not here for a damn shopping spree,” he called after you.

He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.

One didn’t just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.

He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.

Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.

When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.

“Here you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,” you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.

“And how much did these cost, five cents?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.

“My hands don’t get cold anyway,” he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadn’t been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.

“All right, whatever. Just don’t say I never get you anything,” you quipped. “Besides, you know you love to accessorize.”

A smirk pulled at Ben’s lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.

“All I know is, we’d better not be late for this damn meeting,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear Mallory’s fucking mouth.”

The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interrupted—by a call for a new mission.

Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that “business” behind…he just hadn’t thought of how that would shake out in Colombia.  

So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Try to enjoy the little things, Ben,” you told him. “We had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now we’re going to get some work done.”

“On our day off,” he retorted.

“To be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,” you pointed out. “We’ve just gotta clean it up…as usual.”

“Hey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.

He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.

Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.

“What a gentleman,” you said, with a small grin.

Ben smirked down at you…until his face fell.

He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.

It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.

Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.

“Run!” he shouted through fits of coughing.

You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.

You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.

Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.

It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the man’s neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.

You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.

The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that they’d cornered you.

Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. That’s when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.

Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.

You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.

“Soldier Boy,” greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.

He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.

Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.

“Pretty ballsy, Reyes,” Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. “You really thought this was gonna go down that easy?”

Reyes scoffed. “You’re the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.”

“You’ll have to take up with the CIA on that one,” Ben replied. “They confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. You’re welcome to check under the bridge over there.”

He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River.  

Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gun’s safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.

“Bad news for her,” he said.

"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."

"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."

Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.

“Listen. If it’s money you want, we can work it out,” Ben replied.

His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.

He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.

“Okay, my friend,” said Reyes. “Let’s work this out. Pull out your phone.”

Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.

Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.

“Okay, we’re fucking done,” Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. “Let her go.”

In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.

Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart,” Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.

You took three hesitant steps forward.

And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.

As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.

It proved effective, as Ben’s protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.

You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.

Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.

“I hear the sirens. They’re coming for you, take you to the hospital,” he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. “All you need is my blood and…Christ. Fuck it all.”

He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.

“Ben.” Your fingers twitched against his knee.

When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.

His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.

He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheek…but your face was beginning to blur.

Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.

In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than he’d ever held you, because he was alone in the alley…because he was alone again.

And it was his own fault.

His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.

His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.

You made the mess…

His first tears had been spent at his mother’s funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.

His last ones would fall and die with you.

“Ben,” your voice was soft but insistent.

He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.

He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.

His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.

“You okay, baby?” you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.

Ben’s throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dream…the nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said at last.

“Hmm.” Your gaze narrowed at him. “You sure?”

Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldn’t help himself.

He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.

With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.

You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasn’t okay, but you also knew it wasn’t the time to push him for an answer.

Maybe in the morning, you thought. …I’ll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And he’s always happier with something sweet.

You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.

Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.

And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.

AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. 🥲❤️‍🩹

Read the Sequel:

A friend of mine requested a sequel to this imagine: "You confront Ben about his fears."

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#ask me stuff #soldier boy #Imagine Ben losing you #angst to the max #hurt/comfort #Soldier Boy imagine #soft!Ben #BMD verse #the boys #soldier boy/ben #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #Break Me Down verse #zepskies answers

[rickybaby]

‣ Max holds the 100% reply rate to a middle-of-the-night text from him. And most probably George would text back as well

‣ Lando most likely to leave him on read

‣ Nico Hulkenberg would hate to be stuck with Daniel in a lift. Like no shit

‣ Witty banter: Lando. And also Fernando (whatever has been going awn there since testing)

‣ Jack is apparently the one who changed his phone number recently. And definitely not him ‼️

‣ Most likely to get along with his parents: apparently Lando with his Dad (even though it must be noted the answer is based purely on more recent teammates)

#had to stop himself to give only one answer to some of the questions 😌 #has to throw people off the scent #but also can we talk about the whole daniel-max-george-scotty square?? or more likely branches?? #none of these three would fuck with the other. especially not max and george but yet #but yet they would most probably learn to co-exist just to be in the daniel ricciardo web #daniel ricciardo #aus gp 2024

[alexandria-alexis]

Max’ fixations on certain men that go by the initials CL and DR needs to be studied. What is it about the Australian that made Max, a literal grown ass man, tuck his hair behind his ear and bend forward laughing like a teenage girl in a Netflix chic-flick? And what is it about the Monegasque that has Max quick to remind everyone that he knows everything about him faster than anybody else in the room does?

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo #it needs to be researched further #lestappen #maxiel #we shouldn’t stop until we have answers… #instanity ! ! !

[slowestlap]

what’s your favourite thing about your favourite driver?

How unapologetically himself he is. If people don't like him or if people have misunderstood him or if people haven't given him the opportunity to grow and learn he's just like *shrug* that ain't my problem, arrives to the paddock in a red bull polo and blue jeans, annihilates everyone on the track, speaks some truths in the interviews, then goes home to his fam and cats and the sim rig. Thriving in life and utterly unbothered by naysayers

#max verstappen #answered #he said one time smth like: #'you can't copy others. if you do that you can only be as good as them but you can't become better' #and that genuinely made me go like 'huh 🤯 i'm gonna have to remember this' #(hi anon 👋🏼👋🏼) #mp

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Max: (at the door) damn okay… Elsa: Hello Max- Max: so you just leave your door open now? Elsa: -i was waiting for you Elsa: please grab your mug and take a seat Max: you can just ask why did i drag myself all the way to foxbury without being corny as hell Elsa: you wanted my bickering, right? right. Max: anyways i just had two guys at the same time Elsa: oh Max: yeah Elsa: as in- Max: I'm not giving away any details. Elsa: well you don't seem too pleased about that Max: yeah i don't know. something pops in my head and then i go for it. it's a nice way to turn stupid for a while Elsa: uh huh. can i show you something? Max: why not. Elsa: SO, i was able to work this out really quick right after you called. Elsa: personally, i think your weekly, daily? hook ups are getting out of hand. and we should do something about it before it's too late Max: too late for what? Elsa: before it's too late Max!! Max: pfft. what's the matter with my- Elsa: would you keep it quiet? my roommate is probably trying to dissect pigeons right now Max: what the hell elsa Elsa: the red bar represents you and everything you could want on a man, romantically. Elsa: which took me a whole new formula i literally just invented, by the way Max: yeah i'm not doing this. I'm out. Elsa: oh so you come to my house, you BREAK MY MUG Max: it WOULDNT be broken if you didnt come up with such FUCKERY! Elsa: you insult my EXCEL WORK Elsa: i literally just thought it'd be nice for you to try something new like- Max: i don't want ''new'' i don't want a freak following me everywhere treating me like some kind of idiot Elsa: could you at least look at the list? Elsa: i'm.. worried, Max. A single self destructive act leads to another, and then it becomes a whole mess like… like when we were kids Elsa: so, can you please at least check the list? you could go on dates and have some actual fun Max: …no. Elsa: Max… Max: i'm out of here Elsa: you know WELL this is what you came here for, idiot. Max: yeah sure Elsa: …wait Elsa: is there a reason you're basically ignoring lucas? Max: is there a reason he's not on the list? Elsa: so you checked. Max: not having him around was hell. it's been two years now… Max: it finally stopped hurting Elsa: …see you next week

#ts4 #munch #well theres your answer #max villareal #ts4 story #elsa bjergsen

[theemporium]

Max and Little Leclerc

she sees on social media that a big group of her friends are together without her - not just for a dinner or a night out but for something big like a bachelorette party - and nobody even mentioned to her that the event was happening

so she’s kind of sad and off but she doesn’t want to make a big deal of it because Max doesn’t even know these girls but he picks up on it pretty quickly and is immediately pissed off because who on earth would actively choose to exclude his beautiful perfect wife so he calls her favorite restaurant in Monaco and gets a reservation for that night and promises to do what he can to make it up to her

and he goes to play pádel in the afternoon with Charles (while he’s sent her out with his credit card to get a new outfit for dinner) and mentions to him that these bitchy girls left her out and their first true bonding moment *as brothers-in-law* is ripping these girls to shreds because they must be deficient or something

STOP!!!!😭

no because from max’s perspective, these are friends she’s had for ages and she’s obviously very hurt by the whole thing. and he can see her trying to brush it off and it pains him that she’s hiding her feelings from but also herself

but for charles, he knows how deeply this hits. he knows that she struggled making friends growing up because she was always a little hyperactive and loud and sometimes found herself in trouble when she didn’t mean to. he knows how excited she was when she thought she found a group of girls who genuinely accepted her as a friend

and both these boys would literally burn the world down for her😭like charles even joking about max’s pissy mood when he first arrives but his face dropping when max tells him??? I CANT😭

#cece answers #max+little leclerc.thots

[dilemmaontwolegs]

christian cockblocking you and Max trying to have sex before leaving for gala because he needs Max there on time

The Real Prize Pre-gala || MV1

Pre-Gala || The Real Prize ||Jealousy || Panties || Captivity || Rocky || Escaping || Thighs || Consequences || A Mile High

“Alright, love birds, time to go,” Christian called out, his fist banging on your hotel door.

You and Max groaned in unison at the interruption, your fingers freezing as they reached for the second button on his stark white dress shirt.

“What’s he doing here?” Max grumbled, hastily buttoning his shirt back up before grabbing his suit jacket. You gave him an obvious look as you unlocked the door and let Christian in.

“You look wonderful, darling,” Christian greeted warmly as he kissed your cheek. His grey eyes took in Max next and noticed the curled collar and missing bow tie before looking at his watch. “You’re not ready.”

“Sorry,” you murmured as you took the bow and draped it around Max’s collar. You could feel his eyes on you as you quickly re-tied it, feeling the gaze that dipped down the low cut neckline. “Baby, focus.”

“I am, and you’re missing something.” Max straightened up as he buttoned the jacket into place and looked at his boss. “We’ll be right behind you, I just need to get her necklace from the safe.”

The safe that was in the bedroom.

You took a step to follow Max but Christian placed a hand on your shoulder. “Surely your beau can remember the password on his own?”

“If it’s not a steering console, he can’t be trusted on his own with buttons,” you joked as you tried to take another step but the hand tightened slightly and you froze.

“I know just what buttons you would help him with, but not tonight. That’s our third time world champion right there but he needs to be there on time to get the award, understood?”

You pouted but knew he was right as you gave him a sulky nod and Max returned with a pout of his own. “Understood.”

#ollie answers #max verstappen fic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader

[riality-check]

Steddie with "Is this okay?" or "I saved you a seat." for the i love you without saying it thingy, please...if you're still doing it. :)

I'm super late on this, but here we go, anon! Is this okay? was done here, so I'm doing I saved you a seat.

"In the back, Henderson," Steve calls.

Dustin kind of hates that Steve isn't a loser anymore. He's back to his cool self, which means he's wearing sunglasses and doesn't look away from the road as he talks to Dustin.

He sputters. "Why? I get shotgun!"

"You get shotgun unless we're picking up Max."

"Are we picking up Max?"

"No," Steve says, finally turning to look at Dustin over the frames of his sunglasses.

Dustin wants to break them, but if he does that, Steve will probably stop driving him around.

He kind of needs Steve to keep driving him around. His mom is busy, and God knows Mr. Wheeler won't do it anymore.

"Get in the back or don't get in at all," Steve says.

Dustin rolls his eyes and gets in the back of the Beemer. Steve doesn't even ask if he's good to go before he pulls away from his house and down the street.

He doesn't usually, but a little warning would have been nice.

"I thought we were going to the arcade," he says.

"We are."

"No, we're going in the wrong direction."

In the rearview mirror, Dustin can see Steve sigh so heavily his shoulders move.

And he says Dustin is dramatic.

Steve flips his sunglasses onto his head, pushing his hair back, when they get to shadier streets. "I'm doing someone a favor, then I'm dropping you at the arcade to hang out with your friends. That okay?"

Dustin isn't really listening, not as Steve turns the car into Forest Hills. "I thought you said we weren't picking up Max."

"We're not."

"I know you're not very verbose, but could you give me answers that are more than two words?" Dustin snaps.

Steve parks the Beemer in front of Eddie's trailer and turns back to face Dustin. "Is this answer enough?"

He beeps the horn, and thirty seconds later, the front door slams open. Eddie nearly trips right out of it, all black-clothed, gangly limbs, enough metal on his outfit for Dustin to hear him jangling before he even gets in the Beemer.

"Saved you a seat," Steve says as Eddie opens the passenger seat door.

It takes Dustin a full ten seconds to realize that the smile Steve has on his face is the same one he'd use on girls at Scoops.

Wait.

"Thanks, Stevie," Eddie says, words as rushed as he seems to be. "I don't know when my van is going to get out of the shop, and Wayne needs the truck-"

"It's no problem," Steve says.

Stevie?

Dustin, for once, is speechless. The way Steve drives with one hand as Eddie takes his other one and starts toying with it has something to do with it.

When his mouth can finally catch up to his brain, he asks, "How long have you two been dating?"

"What?" they say.

Eddie drops Steve's hand like it's burning him, and Steve nearly brake-checks them in the middle of Main Street.

"We're not-"

"Why did you-"

"He doesn't-"

"I-"

"Arcade, Henderson!" Steve yells, cutting off the conversation completely. "Get out, have fun with whatever quarters your mom gave you, get a ride with someone who isn't me, thanks!"

"You aren't-"

"Get out or I will keep driving this car with you in it," Steve warns.

Eddie stares, dumbfounded, between Dustin and Steve. His eyes move like he's watching a tennis match.

"Okay," Dustin says, throwing his hands up. He gets out of the car, and not five seconds after he shuts the door, Eddie and Steve start talking.

Loudly.

He'd stay, but he's already late.

He goes into the arcade, straight to the Dig Dug machine where the rest of the party is waiting.

"Dustin, where were you?"

"Did you guys also think Steve and Eddie were dating, or was that just me?"

Max looks away from the machine, causing her to die in the game. "They're not?"

"Apparently."

"When did you find that out?" Lucas asks, looking a little distracted.

"About a minute ago."

"I think things might have changed since then," Lucas says, pointing to the window.

All of them rush to it and look outside. The Beemer is still in the parking lot. Eddie and Steve are still in it, and they're-

"Oh, God, no."

"This is like watching my parents kiss."

"Why Steve?" Mike moans, letting his head drop against the windowpane again and again. "Why did he have to pick Steve? I thought Eddie was better than this."

"It's kind of sweet."

They stare in silence. It's like a car wreck. It's impossible to look away.

Max shakes her head. "You guys made me waste a quarter on Dig Dug. I'm going back to playing."

"Hey, wait up!"

The rest of them rush back. Dustin is the last to look away.

And he laments the fact that he's never riding shotgun again.

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