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hey! do you write for lando? cause i was thinking a slightly....suggestive fic or smau for lando inspired by tate's "2 hands" or "sports car" would be>>>>> (bcs lando's hands 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐)

yes I’d love to write for lando! love these ideas but I don’t really know what I’d write them into right now… maybe a pole for preferences to help motivate me! I’ve written another popstar!smau recently so like would people want another one from me? Something different?

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lucky kisses

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. charles leclerc x reader ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

It starts with a nervous smile in Monaco and a soft kiss on the tip of Charles’s nose—just a little kiss for good luck. It becomes a habit. max version here

It starts in Monaco.

You’re leaning against the Ferrari garage wall, arms crossed and sunglasses on, trying not to look like you’re bursting with nerves. Charles is in his race suit. Half-zipped. Bouncing on his heels like he’s got Red Bull running through his veins.

He walks over, fiddling with his gloves, and gives you that crooked little smile—the one that melts you every time. His head tilts just slightly to the side. Butterflies still erupt in your stomach everytime he smiles like that. Even after months of dating.

“You nervous for me, chérie?” he teases, as if he isn’t just as stressed himself.

“I’m always nervous,” you reply honestly. You reach for his wrist, tug him closer to you.

He laughs and bumps his forehead against yours for a second. It’s all you need to press a soft kiss right on the tip of his nose, spontaneous and sweet.

“There,” you murmur. “For good luck.”

He blinks, surprised, but a cautious smile spreads across his face. “You think that’ll help?”

You shrug. “It felt right.”

Charles just grins, red tinting his cheeks. “Then I better win.”

He’s quiet for a moment, about to turn away towards the garage. He should go. But instead he turns back to you and whispers softly in your ear:

“Maybe I need just a bit more luck first.” 

The kiss he presses to your lips is soft, a feeling of complete devotion behind it. Then he’s gone. Being pulled away by engineers before you can even whisper goodbye to each other. 

He finishes second.

Not a win, but a clean race. A podium in his hometown. Smart overtakes. No mechanical failures. And—most importantly—a smile so wide it crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he spots you after the race.

He practically bounds into your arms the second he’s free from interviews, suit half-peeled off, hair flattened from the helmet, skin sticky from champagne, and absolutely glowing.

“P2,” he says breathlessly. “Not bad, huh?”

You grin, looping your arms around his neck. “I told you: my kisses are lucky.”

He kisses your cheek. Then your temple. Then rests his forehead against yours and sighs contently.

“Next time, I’ll win.”

The next race, you’re sitting on the pit wall bench when he approaches you in full race kit, gloves tucked under his arm.

He says nothing—just stands in front of you and raises a brow, expectantly.

You blink up at him. “What?”

He leans in. Taps the bridge of his nose. “I believe you owe me something.”

You laugh, cheeks warm. “Oh, we’re doing that again?”

“Chérie,” he says, deadly serious, “I need it. I promised you I’d win. The team says tire degradation will be bad. I’m starting P4. There’s no way I’m going out there without my good luck.”

You lean in, laugh breathily, and press a gentle kiss to his nose.

“There,” you say. “You're ready now.”

Charles closes his eyes like he’s soaking it in. “Mmh. Already feel faster.”

He opens his eyes again, lashes fluttering, and looks at you with that infuriating, devastating half-smile.

“You sure you don’t want to kiss the front wing too?” he teases. “Could use all the help we can get.”

You snort. “Tell the front wing to get its own girlfriend.”

Charles laughs, full and bright, and leans in for a quick kiss on your lips—just a brush, fleeting but grounding. Then he’s off, jogging toward the car with a kind of lightness in his step that hasn’t been there in a while.

This time, the race unfolds perfectly.

Lap after lap, Charles seems to move impossibly faster. He glides past his opponents with a practiced ease, pushes hard but stays smooth. The tires hold better than expected. The car responds like it’s alive, perfectly tuned to his every desire and move.

When the checkered flag waves, the timing screens flash his name first.

He wins.

You scream louder than anyone else in the garage. 

Later, on the podium, the crowd is roaring. Charles stands tall, champagne in hand, eyes scanning the sea of fans and cameras. Then, his gaze locks on you—your heart leaps.

With a mischievous grin, he taps the tip of his nose once—twice—then points directly at you. You're sure the internet will erupt in jokes and speculation about it later, but for now the moment is just between the two of you.

You press a kiss to your fingers and send it flying up to him.

That night, when you're wrapped in his arms and the soft hum of the city outside his bedroom window, you kiss the bridge of his nose again.

His eyes are still closed as you curl into his chest, his breath steady and slow. He holds your hand tight. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and certain.

“Don’t ever stop.”

And you won’t.

Because some things—like him—are forever.

requested by: @skz8riley (thanks for the request! i hope you enjoy!)

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^^George Russell when Max starts shitting on the fia

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I've said it before but I need to say it again, I get the Max Verstappen thirst, truly. But what you guys are all blissfully unaware of is the fact that the man has a Southern farm accent and is considered short in the Netherlands

He'll never be more than a little twink who goes vroom vroom to us

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Slim pickin part 2???? Loved it

yay! its posted! here i hope you enjoyyyyy

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slim pickins! (part 2)

max verstappen x popstar!reader -> social media au

max has been a silent fan of popstar!reader for years, it's a running joke in the fandom at this point. a chance meeting changes everything and he doesn't intended to let her down like past guys have... it's time for y/n to come to a race. (part one)

-> fc: sabrina carpenter (other pinterest finds when necessary)

private message with max verstappen

redbullracing has made a post

liked by y/n.chronicles, 🎀user and more

Tom Holland. Neymar Jr. A last-minute chart-topping surprise. The only thing more packed than the grandstands is the garage guest list 👀🔥 #RedBullGarageThings #SilverstoneGP

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user7 Y/N IN MAX'S MERCH? OH WE'VE WON.

speedandceleb the VIP list was longer than the straight at Baku 😩

champagneandchoruses she’s writing “pole position” as we speak

↪ taylorinturn1 when he wins the race and she drops a love song next week? poetic cinema.

toomanyplaylists TRYING TO STAY CALM AND FAILING

↪ betterbest they really thought they could casually post y/n as if we haven't spent the past week freaking out over her and max

y/nuseryeah soft launch? hard laugh? IDK BUT IM AM LAUNCHING MYSELF INTO THE SUN IF WE DON'T GET A PHOTO OF THEM TOGETHER TODAY. 4K QUALITY. IN EACH OTHERS ARMS

↪ betterbest hey redbullracing admin this is our hour of need. you know what must be done.

newuser don’t play with me… is that Y/N?! AT SILVERSTONE?? speediest hard launch ever???

y/n.chronicles caught in 4K huh

↪ redbullracing our candid queen

comment liked by max.verstappen

↪ y/nfanatic OMG MAX LIKED

↪ deluluera SIR get off instagram and get into YOUR CAR.

↪ lunalove he's got his priorities straight. his girl > his car

comment liked by y/n.chronicles and max.verstappen

user5 the way the comments only care about y/n being there 😭✌️

charles.leclerc y/n.chronicles come visit ferrari next!

↪ max.verstappen she's fine here, thanks.

↪ y/nfanatic he really said "no❤️" 😭

max.verstappen has made a post

liked by y/n.chronicles, 🎀user and more

Simply lovely 👊 Great to get some points for the team and had some extra motivation this week to end up on top.

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user1 "extra motivation" man is whipped.

y/n.chronicles i was cheering the loudest. probably.

↪ max.verstappen confirmed. heard you over the engine. ❤️

↪ f1teaqueen oh we’re LOUD-launching now huh

↪ readingwriting yeah ok max you win. you always win but like YOU WIN

pensburner THE KISS.

↪ readingwriting wait WHAT KISS.

↪ pensburner he got out of the car and ran straight to her! jumped the fucking barricade and lifted her up! and KISSED. its all over tiktok rn

↪ pensburner completely ignored his team but i don't think they cared because they were the ones cheering and clapping the hardest at the kiss... like i think they've heard max talk about y/n for a while...

↪ redbullracing we have.

↪ readingwriting GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET FR OMG. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL.

↪ y/n.chronicles yeah honestly neither girl

↪ readingwriting 📸 Y/N. 📸

hotgirlupdates saw a tweet of someone who bumped into y/n in the paddock and got a photo, apparently she was wearing one of the max merch hats and laughed about max giving it to her so he's with her throughout the whole race GOD I'VE SEEN WHAT YOU'VE DONE FOR OTHERS.

y/n.chronicles has posted to her story

max.verstappen yours ❤️

↪ y/n.chronicles ☺️💋

max.verstappen has posted to his story

y/n.news has made a post

liked by f1fangirl, 🎀user and more

congrats to y/n's boyfriend (?) for driving fast! yay! (sorry guys I don't know anything about f1 I'm just trying to be supportive but I’m so lost!)

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y/nfansunite i just spat out my tea reading this 😭 the fucking photo choices 😭😭😭 not a single photo from the win

user31 so glad we are all collectively going insane this weekend cause that is the only explaination for this post

max.verstappen thanks

↪ y/n.news UM YOURE WELCOME???

user1 didn't realise liking someones music would lead me to having to learn how a car sport works. but here we are.

y/nstan two weeks ago we were clowning max for liking y/n's posts and never saying anything. now he's going home with her and commenting on her fan account posts. lets this be a lesson to never give up on your dreams ig

private message with max verstappen

y/n.chronicles has made a post

liked by max.verstappen, 🎀user and more

london you have my heart 💌 thanks for all the shared tears and all the love you gave me. sad to leave but excited for what's to come 💋

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lunalove GUYS THE PIANO. Y/N ONLY EVER POSTS WITH THE PIANO BEFORE NEW MUSIC COMES OUT. "excited for what's to come 💋" MAX ALBUM INCOMING!

comment liked by y/n.chronicles

hope you enjoyed <3 comments are loved <3

(ps. the story photo max posted is one y/n sent him pre show… it’s his lockscreen now)

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IM SMILING SO HARD RN YOU PUT ME IN THE SMAU!!! also it was soooo good i was laughing, giggling, kicking my feet rn omg it was so good you're so quick with it too. how are you real bestie ilysm

WE NEED A PART TWO WHENEVER YOU'RE FREE <333 y/n at the race and like max wins and runs over to her and all the other drivers fawn over her and he gets jealous TRUST. just wtv wtv sounds good to you it was such a perfect piece of work i can't have any patience rn <3 (also what if in this au reader ends up writing the alchemy about max?? but instead its you know how to DRIVE i know aristotle, okay im rambling. im done now. i just loved it and ilysm)

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working on a p2 rn... love song era loading!

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me, every time before I post a fic on here: maybe it’s time to finally learn how to format nicely on tumblr…

also me: immediately posts anyway

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me trying to get through uni assignments rn^^^

Current mood

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hey maybe for the cuddling with max thing, how about cuddling while he plays? like as he sim races you just silently straddle him and after checking if you're okay he continues and rubs your back in between etc. thank you!!!

LOVE LOVE this idea... the imagine can be found here!

I hope you enjoy <3

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sim race cuddles with max verstappen

♡ It's a quiet day between races. Max has spent hours glued to his sim rig—tense and cursing under his breath. You're bored. And all you want is for Max to hold you, even if he is 'busy'.

♡ You climb into his lap without thinking much of it, careful not to nudge the wheel. Strandling his thighs is a tight squeeze on the leather seat, only made to fit one person, but Max somehow slides himself further down the seat to accomidate.

♡ One arm stays glued to the wheel. The other curls around you instinctively. Stable. Strong. Warm. His hand rests on the curve of you waist and strokes the small sliver fo skin exposed between your shirt and pants. He holds you tight enough not to move.

♡ He sighs—content—as you settle into place, putting your head on his chest and closing your eyes to rest.

♡ “Don’t move too much or I’ll spin out,” he warns, but he’s grinning.You can feel it even if you can’t see it. The smile is clear in his warm tone. You shuffle slightly and he laugh breathily—"Hey, hey! You'll send me into the pitwall!"

♡ Soft kisses pepper your forehead and shoulder, though his eyes never leave the screens. Just constant reminder that he is thinking of you, loving you, even if his eyes linger elsewhere. Even when works keeps him busy, his mind is stuck on you.

♡ When jolts suddenly at a sharp turn, he's quick to tighten his grip on your waist. Keeping you stable and hushing your started breath. Words soft. Grip tight but not uncomfortable. “I got you. I got you. I'm sorry. I've got you, schatje"

♡ His headset is on, but the camera is off. He’s talking strategy with his friends, all clipped and mock-serious. “Yep, I’ve got my passenger now. Extra downforce.”

♡ He somehow manages to finish the simulated race on podium, even with only one hand on the wheel. It's more impressive than you want to admit. Hot too. Though you wouldn't tell him that with his mic on and friends lingering on the other side of the call.

♡ At some point, he shifts slightly and glances down, pulling the headset off one ear. "You ok?" It's only then that you notice how quiet you've been, stuck in the perfect comfort of your closeness. You smile. Nod. Sigh contently. "Perfect."

♡ He wins the next race. You hear cheers and satirical boos filter through the headphones—but you're not listening to them. Not when Max starts whispering softly in your ear, his other hand finally leaving the wheel to settle on the back of your neck.

♡ "You were the good luck charm. I think you need to sit here for every race.”

♡ You laugh, pretending to groan, but secretly...you’d do it every day.

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rain delay kisses

a max verstappen x reader imagine

The first drop hits your cheek just as the national anthem fades. One, then another. Within seconds the sky gives in. Rain descends upon the track before the drivers can even walk off their marks. Officials scramble, teams drag equipment under tarps, and the inevitable announcement echoes over the speakers:

“Start delayed due to weather conditions. Expected minimum 30 minute delay.”

You're standing just outside the garage, barely under the overhang. The rain is relentless now, soaking the pit lane—ricocheting droplets bouncing off the tarmac like steam. But you don't move. You’re waiting. Looking for him. Waiting for him. You know in moments like this, race weekends where time together is sparse and sacred, he will coming looking for you.

You hear him before you see him. Distinctive voice dancing in the air somewhere to the left of you. He’s talking to someone. GP probably—about new tire tactics. You don’t turn around, he’ll see you soon enough.

Finally, once some agreement has been made, he steps towards the garage, helmet tucked under one arm, race suit unzipped to his waist. He spots you instantly, a flicker of something soft crossing his features.

Without a word, he walks over, tugging a team umbrella you didn’t notice before open. It’s barely big enough for two, but he angles it anyway, pulling you close by the wrist.

“You didn’t wait inside?” he asks, his voice quieter than the rain, but warmer with a tender love that has encompassed your past few months with him. Max has a way of making every moment together feel warm.

You shake your head. “Didn’t want to miss you.”

That gets the smile—the real one. Not the PR smile he slaps on. The one he only ever gives you when the world isn’t watching. His fingers brush a strand of damp hair off your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. His fingertips linger there, brushing against your face so softly you can barely feel them.

For a moment, it’s quiet. The chaos blends into the background like white noise. Nothing exists but the two of you, just for this moment.

Then he leans in, slow and certain. His lips meet yours in a kiss that tastes like rain and adrenaline. It’s not rushed. Not desperate. Just right. Like he needs this—you—more than he needs the race right now. Faint drops of rain patter on your cheek.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath brushing your skin.

“I think I like rain delays,” he whispers, a hint of a grin in his voice.

You laugh softly, your hands still tangled in the front of his race suit. “I think I do too.”

His hand is still on your wrist. Warm and constant

“C’mon, it’s cold,” he says, arm moving to wrap around your waist and tracing circles into the dip there, “Let’s go inside and warm up.”

I imagine this in the ‘slim pickins’ world post them being together for a little bit…

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guys i want to write more like dot point imagines like my 'cuddling with max verstappen'... prompts pls? what would yall wanna see 🤲🤍

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GUYS IVE HAD THIS BLOG FOR TWO WEEKS AND IM ALREADY AT 150 FOLLOWERS??? I LOVE YOU ALL. THIS IS CRAZY TO ME. GOING SLIGHTLY INSANE FROM THE EGO BOOST OF IT ALL. UM. ANYWAY. THANKS. YAH. YAY.

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i need the world to know that my recent writing speed is no my regular... i amjust desperatly avoiding uni assignments and this is so much for fun

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they actually mean so much to me I cannot

shoulder grabbing/neck touching is their love language, actually

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im so glad i put on listening to slim pickins on repeat everyone deserves that experience 😌✊🏻

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so i might have gone crazy listening to slim pickins on repeat and wrote the smau in one go... ANYWAY

to be found here

love yah 🎀