#max and midnight

[triannguyen2007]

Happy 3 years Anniversary to Turning Red

[classycookiexo]

This is literally so iconic

[kornelias]

he was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Charles Leclerc | Scuderia Ferrari & Max Verstappen | Red Bull ❤️💙

[trysomemilk]

The Sun of Maranello

and The Rain of Milton Keynes

[superm4ks]

Libras are charming, social and intellectual. On September 30th, 1997, 27 years ago, a Bull was born who liked soccer, gokarts, maps, history, languages, Pokémon cards, FIFA and winning. And while he has remained disruptive, undiplomatic and confrontational in his racing, it is all that, coupled with extraordinary consistency, unbearable nerve, a century’s worth of talent, and a disarming gentleness, that has turned him into one of the most captivating characters on the grid. Also a top 5 driver of all time. Happy birthday to an impossible boy who made his dream inevitable. And never asks for permission. You are all that was promised and more. Thank you.

[lillazyboithings]

2 hours of hiding under the covers, drawing with only a phone and one hand in the dead of night

I did it for the fucking meme

Special mention to: @blazethestarshipranger for the inspo-

[sequinsandfins]

“Photo lads?” George’s tone is casual, but Oscar rolls his eyes at the obvious play happening, and here he thought their game was over.

Daniel is oblivious and enthusiastically grabs someone’s attention to take their photo.

George, not so subtly, rushes to hand over his phone. Oscar tries hard not to roll his eyes once more as he finds himself between Scotty and Daniel. He notes George’s hand resting against Daniel’s neck. At least he isn’t grabbing it possessively.

At any other time, Oscar might have called George out on his behaviour, but he’s got to take any advantage he can.

It doesn’t hurt that Daniel’s two closest friends on the grid are also Oscar’s two closest competitors, and he suspects he knows how they will react.

So Oscar smiles for the camera and lets George gleefully post the picture.

[travelergirlx]

Red Haired Girl x Black Hair Boy Trope

[littleweirdcunt]

According to the latest live stream this will be in the TGWDLM reprise

[mtsodie]

If you're still taking requests could u draw something with snm and the geek, maybe them going out for a good burger and eating it in their car, tysm!!!!! (You're art is so lovely btw)

this ended up being very nostalgic for me 🫡

transparent version under cut for anyone who wants to colour it in because i dont

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

When i say lestappen are opposites in literally every way this is what i mean 😭

[triannguyen2007]

Happy 23 years anniversary to Cyberchase

[comatomato]

Rain of Milton Keynes ⛈️

Im sorry but after Sun of Maranello Charles how was I supposed to resist making a contrasting version for Max?

Partially inspired by THIS skyfall edit I made of Charles’ sunset lap in COTA and Max’s thunderstorm lap in Interlagos.

Check out more of my art over on Instagram! ✨

[marswasnothere]

A little snippet of mine and @bitingdrivers fic combo, no official name yet but it's puppies Daniel to their kittens Max. plus the introduction of Sandra the socials manager.

He reaches down to grab the Daniel-puppy and it digs its nose right into his palm, sniffing intensely. Max curls his fingers in and lets it sniff some more, before scooping it up into his arms and cradling it to his chest. The Daniel-puppy’s tail is wagging so hard it’s rocking its entire body in Max’s arms. It seems to really like him, or just be a very happy puppy.

“Which part of Daniel are you, hm?” Max asks to the puppy, and he gets a wet lick on the finger in response.

Sandra the socials manager jogs up to him, a little out of breath. The room has been cleared out since Daniel turned into a puppy- into a bunch of puppies yet unseen. 

“Righto,” she starts, then breaks into aww-ing at Daniel’s little canine version. “Hellooo! Aren’t you just a lovely little guuuy? Aww, look at youuu!”

Daniel-puppy takes a few seconds to sniff at Sandra’s wiggling fingers until he perks up again, barking and trying to snuggle into her hand without stepping out of Max’s arms. 

“Any, uhh, news or sightings of the other ones? I mean, I don’t really-”

Sandra butts in. “Yes! Sort of! I didn’t see him shifting and splitting either, but I swear they teleported out that door in a second,” she says, pointing backwards to the door leading out to the paddock.

Shit. 

Max’s face tells it.

“Okay! Uhm, recording has been shut down for the day- for the time it takes for all the Daniel puppers to be found, we still kind of,” she gestures, “need something for the Youtube, so- ooh! How about the team follow you around trying to find them all! Good, short video, something about the Animalia Split, low effort, spontaneous… yes! Let me text that to-”

Max shakes his head, sucking in air through his teeth.

“Isn’t it a kind of personal thing? The friends and the close ones put the animals together, not for- no offence- but not for the videos and media, no?”

Sandra blinks at him, the idea dying in her head.

“Well I don’t really know a lot about-”

“No, no, shh, you’re right,” Sandra says, clasping her hands in thought. “We’ll live-tweet it. Less invasive on your special bonding experience.”

Daniel-puppy woofs as she finishes her sentence as if approving it. Can Daniel hear through the puppy’s bodies? Max has no clue. Sandra takes a step back to pull out her phone and furiously text the media team their new plan, letting Max figure out which part of Daniel’s personality this puppy is.

[binarybitex]

the core four of the hit audio drama podcast midnight burger ……….. save me midnight burger. save me

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 3 * mv1

max just won his third championship, but the sinking feeling starts to settle in

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol

notes: yall i have like 3 different drafts of this, i got no idea what's up with my writer's block... i've also rewritten my fem!driver series like 3 times based on a request like what is going on

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max verstappen wouldn't give anything up for the third title he's just won. but he would turn the world upside down if it meant having you around.

the interviewer had caught him off guard earlier, congratulating him for winning on a saturday evening. and then suddenly bringing you up and noting how strange it is that you have not been around for a while.

he had to tame his shock, arguing with himself in his mind about the privacy of your relationship. on one hand, he hasn't had to talk about you openly while he's still in mourning. but on the other, everybody just assumes you're too busy to attend races and they bring you up nonchalantly.

he has to go around pretending he doesn't want to break down in tears at the mention of your name.

christian had brought the team into a nearby bar to celebrate, not forgetting to remind everybody that the main race is still tomorrow.

max knows that he misses you. he recognises it in the way his hand reaches out for nothing when he walks into the paddocks by himself and looks out for your face in the crowd when he's on stage. he just tries to push it away as much as he can.

but it hurt the most when he jumped out of his car at parc ferme after the sprint, marking his third title in 3 years. he searched desperately for your face within his team, wanting to share the championship with you.

he wants to share this with you, truthfully having you to thank for his all that he's achieved in the past 3 years. at the end of all this, he just wanted to stumble back into you and celebrate quietly.

max had been the centre of attention, taking his mind away from you for about an hour. he was singing and dancing, drinking and having fun until the sinking feeling started to eat him away.

now he's tucked away at a corner booth of the bar, his fourth glass of gin and tonic on the table. he's staring blankly at the table, the bass from the speakers thumping away in his chest.

"mate, congratulations again." he looks up to meet daniel's eyes, who is now sliding into the empty seats opposite him. daniel puts his drink down and leans back to get comfortable. "shouldn't you be celebrating?"

"already did. this is my fourth," max grins forcefully, tapping on the rim of his cup. he leans forward to rest his elbow on the table, drawing shapes on the table with the droplets of condensation from his drink. "just a little tired, that's all."

daniel doesn't answer right away. he just nods understandingly then looks around briefly. "so where's (y/n)? she's never missed a championship weekend." max's eyes trail up to meet him again.

the mention of your name forms a lump in his throat. max wishes he knew where you were, then maybe he'd have the courage to find you and take you into his arms once more.

"did you split up or something?" daniel follows up immediately, raising an eyebrow at max.

the dutchman blinks, tears quickly swelling in his eyes. realistically, only victoria knows of the split. he's more shocked that alexandra and kika have kept it so lowkey that the news hasn't flooded the media and gossip sites.

for that, he's truly thankful.

"yeah, in singapore," max shrugs. he picks up his drink, taking a big gulp to wash your name off his tongue.

daniel nods and sinks into his seat, not asking max to further elaborate. he appreciates that as well. he's not in the spot where he's ready to talk about it either.

he tried to with victoria, but it only ended with him in a sputtering mess of tears before he fell into a deep slumber. he woke up that morning on the floor by his couch with victoria not very far off.

"have you talked to her since?"

max shakes his head dejectedly, lips pouting into a genuine frown. his eyebrows furrow as his frustration starts to grow.

why hasn't he reached out? more importantly, why haven't you?

"i think she hates me, mate."

"why would you even say that?" daniel tilts his head, raising his eyebrows to encourage max to elaborate. he's quite curious on this one, truly.

daniel had never seen a love like the one you shared with max. the privacy of your relationship made whatever he witnessed all the more special and he loved watching you both grow with the relationship.

he heard of the fights from his girlfriend who was suspiciously more aware than him, but he could have sworn that you two would have made it out of the great war. he hadn't seen you since saturday night in singapore and he simply thought you'd taken a break.

his guess that you'd split up was random, but he never expected max to confirm it.

max shrugs. "we were fighting all the time. we somehow lost each other. we were too far gone to save, i think."

"you asked for the split?"

"she did," max confirms with another sigh. he presses the cold glass onto his lips, "i didn't say anything, she just walked out."

"mate, you didn't say anything?" daniel exclaims in disbelief. he drops his drink on the table, watching max calmly sipping on his gin and tonic. "why didn't you?"

"i don't know," max answers with another shrug, running a hand through his hair roughly. he tugs at the roots and drops his drink on the table with a thud. "i don't know, maybe we're better off not together."

maybe. maybe, maybe. and maybe if he'd just fought for you that night, you would be here celebrating with him.

that, or you'd still be fighting every 3 days over every little thing. he recognises the toxic cycle, but he'd honestly rather have that with you around than be in this position.

max shakes his head, finishing whatever is left of his drink. abruptly, he crawls out of the booth seat. he hears daniel scrambling after him.

max holds up a hand and turns to face daniel with a frown. "i'm heading back to the hotel. i just want to be alone. please."

taglist: @merchelsea (comment to be added)