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lovesickgolbach · 2 years

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Words I Didn’t Say || LN4

Description: You and Lando had been together privately for about 2 years. You loved him dearly, but over time things started to turn sour.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader (Max’s sister)

Warnings: Mentions of unfaithfulness, swearing, physical fights, mad max (does that even need a warning?)

Thank you so so so so much to @cchxrlotte who helped me with the Dutch translation! you are so kind for helping out!

a/n: hey friends, a new bestie of mine came up with this brilliant idea and we spent a few hours brainstorming it. i hope you like it. @ancient-darling

Part 2

It had been the end of the race at the Hungaroring, Max, your twin brother had finished P1, whilst your boyfriend Lando had managed to finish P7, as much as you would have liked to be happy for him, you just couldn’t. You waited patiently for your brother to stop in parc fermé, smiling at him and snapping pictures as he stood on top of his car, cheering for his major win after having to start P10. You couldn’t have been more proud of him in that moment.

He came over and hugged you tight. “Ik wist dat je het kon, Maxje" I knew you could do it, Maxie you spoke in Dutch, smacking his helmet playfully. Although you were smiling, he instantly saw something was off. He saw it in your eyes, knowing the look in them all too well, he was your twin after all. “ Kom naar me toe na de podium ceremonie" Come see me after the podium he spoke softly in Dutch, before leaving to go to the cool down room.

Lando didn’t even make an effort to come see you after his race. It stung, although your relationship was not public, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you and him to share a hug after the race, afterall, he was your brothers best friend too. You swallowed the lump in your throat and watched your brother recieve his first place trophy.

The podium ceremony had come and gone, Max had taken a quick shower and you were waiting for him in the Red Bull hospitality. You sighed, checking your phone but seeing nothing from Lando. You had been scrolling through Instagram when the post caught your eye. You froze, not knowing what to do. Max had seen this and walked over to you. “Y/n?” he looked down at your phone in your hands, instantly tensing up at the post.

On your phone screen was a video, with multiple images of Lando, with his arm around a girl, two girls to be exact. Your heart sunk. Yeah, Lando had a lot of girl friends and sure he hung out with them a lot, but you never had a reason to feel insecure, you trusted him. Well that was until around 5 minutes ago, when you stumbled upon that god forsaken post.

“Kom, ik wil dat de media met mij doet" Come, I want you to do media duties with me Max took your phone, locking it and putting it in his pocket. He knew you needed a distraction, so you just nodded. “How could he..” you looked down at your hands, fighting the tears that were threatening to fall. “Let us not think about him okay?” it was not often that your brother spoke English to you, but you nodded leaning into his side when he pulled you into a comforting hug. Max kissed your head softly and entered the media pen.

You stood just out of view of the camera, listening to what your brother had to say about his race. He spoke so excitedly, knowing how well he had driven to get that P1 spot.

As you waited for your brother to conclude his interview, you got a hand full of greetings from the other drivers, obviously they had known you were Max’s twin sister, but what they hadn’t known was that you had also been dating Lando. Your relationship was very much private, due to the face that you didn’t want to cause chaos between McLaren and Red Bull. So that post that the fan had made on Instagram, was completely innocent. How would they have known that it would absolutely wreck your day and possibly your entire two year relationship.

“Y/n?” you were pulled out of your thoughts by that all too familiar voice. Lando stood next to you, smiling. You looked at him, his hair was a mess from the baklava that he had been wearing and he was still in his race suit. Usually that suit would make your chest flutter, but all you felt was heartache.

“Lando.” You spoke, ice laced in your words.

“What’s the matter with you, jeez” He looked at you, confused at why you were behaving the way you were.

Before you could respond, Max had come over, moving you so you were now standing behind him. “You should leave, Lando. Right now” He spoke plainly.

“What? Why? What’s going on? I want to see my girlfriend Max.” Lando tried pushing him out of the way but Max didn’t move. Tension filled the air, angry tension.

“Max, move right now or I swear to god I’ll-” Max cut him off. “You’ll what? Fuck other women behind my sisters back?!” He seethed through gritted teeth and Lando took a step back. “What are you on about mate?!” Lando looked at him confused.

You couldn’t move. It was like you were frozen in place. Your whole entire world seemed to come crashing down around you.

“Y/n baby what’s going on?” Lando looked at you and started moving towards you. Before he could even get remotely close, Max shoved him away. “Stay away from her!”

“Don’t fucking touch me!’ Lando shoved him back, with more force and before you could even blink, the pair of them were in a full blown fist fight. “M-Max s-stop!” you choked through your tears watching your brother punch into Lando relentlessly.

Max was pulled off by Charles and Checo, holding him back tightly. “I’ll fucking kill him I swear!” Max struggled in their grip, watching Daniel and Lewis tend to Lando, who now had a bleeding lip and a small bruise forming on his jaw. Max had also been hit by Lando, leaving him with an eye that was slowly turning black.

Reporters stood frozen in place, trying to decipher what had just happened. Cameras and eyes were everywhere. You felt small and embarrassed at what had just unfolded in front of you.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, it was Sebastian. “Let me take you back to hospitality okay?” He spoke into your ear softly and you nodded. He turned to Max and Lando, “You two as well, get out of the view of the cameras.” he walked with you back to the paddock. You were shaking, because not only does the media now know about yours and Lando’s relationship, but now they’ve seen the really ugly side of it. They also saw how your brother was ready to kill him.

The realization had hit you like a bus when you walked into hospitality and the entirety of the Red Bull team laid there eyes on you. ‘I will never be allowed into the paddock again..’ you thought to yourself seeing their faces.

Max walked in, asking everyone for some privacy, which they respected and left. Seb left too, patting you on your shoulder for some comfort, you smiled up at him softly.

Daniel had walked in with Lando, moving across to the other side of the room and letting him sit on a chair. “You two are going to sit and talk this out like adults and not fight about it like brainless teenagers!” Daniel spoke angrily.

Lando looked over at you “Y/n can you please tell me what the fuck is going on here and why Max tried to kill me in front of everyone?!”

“You-You cheated, Lando..” You looked up at him with an exhausted, broken expression. “Don’t deny it.. I saw the pictures” you used your sleeve to wipe your eyes. Lando was dead silent.

“Oh wow so you won’t even deny it?!” Max spoke now, anger laced in his voice. “I let you date my sister and this is how you fucking treat her?!” Max’s hands clenched at his sides.

“Maxje, kan je mij en Lando een paar minuutjes alleen laten?" Maxie, please can you leave me and Lando alone for a few minutes? you spoke Dutch to him, at least you had some sort of privacy with Max. “Ik laat je niet alleen met hem, Y/n" I’m not leaving you alone with him, Y/n. Max said calmly to you.

“Hij gaat me niks aan doen hoor, Max, en ik weet zeker dat Kelly met je wel praten. Wacht alsjeblieft maar gewoon buiten met Daniel" It’s not like he’s going to hurt me, Max, and I’m sure Kelly would like to talk to you. Just go wait outside with Daniel please? you almost pleaded with him. He nodded, “Come, let’s give them space” Max said with clenched teeth to Daniel, who got up and left with him.

Once they were out, you pulled a chair out from under the table, sitting across from him. He reached out to lay his hand on your knee but you shook your head. “Don’t” was all you said and you moved slightly back.

“I-I just don’t understand Lando.. I’m struggling to find the words b-but I trusted you.. I understand that you wanted to keep us private for my safety and that I agreed to do so, but you didn’t have to make it a secret that you were in a relationship. Just because I didn’t attend parties with you doesn’t mean I stop existing..” You took a few deep breaths. “And I’m not saying you did cheat, but you had your arms around them, they were touching you like you were some piece of meat. Would you have liked if I went out and every other man was touching my waist? Pulling me close, dancing with me?”

Lando was silent, looking down at his lap. He knew he had fucked up. “Didn’t think so” you spoke softly, sniffing.

“I gave you everything Lando... and all I got in return was this” you motioned to him with your hands. “Are you even going to say anything?” you crossed your arms across your chest.

Lando looked up at you, his face had guilty written all over it. He knew you were right, but what could he do? Nothing he could say would reverse the damage that has already been done. You had proof too. He didn’t cheat, he never even dreamt of it, but he won’t deny loving the attention those girls had been giving him that night on the yacht.

“I’m sorry, Y/n” he managed to get out.

“And I don’t forgive you Lando. Not right now at least.” you sighed.

The room was fully silent, tensions were high. Lando had known it was coming, yet he ignored the signs.

“I think we should take a break, for a while.” You spoke, breaking the silence. “I-I love you Lando, with my whole being. This isn’t easy, it won’t ever be.. but i can’t continue like this if I am going to be treated as the side bitch. So um.. please come get your stuff from my apartment when you get home..” Tears were threatening to fall but you blinked them away quickly. Taking his head between your hands and making him look at you, you kissed him softly.

“Bye, Lando” was all you said before going to Max’s drivers room, shutting the door and sinking down the side of the wall, you curled up with your knees to your chest, sobbing, finally letting out all the emotion you had been keeping in.

Daniel and Max watched as Lando stormed out of the Red Bull hospitality, going down the paddock towards McLaren. Daniel said a quick goodbye to Max and rushed after his teammate. Max walked in, he heard your sobs coming from his drivers room, he entered slowly, not to startle you.

“Het doet zo f-fucking veel pijn, Max!" It hurts so f-fucking much Max! you sobbed, ghasping for air as your chest burned from how hard you were crying. You felt so hopeless and weak. Here you were, a Verstappen, sobbing over a boy like a little bitch, you mentally cussed yourself out. Verstappens’ aren’t weak, especially with a father like yours’ and Max’s.

Max sat down next to you, pulling you closer to him. “Laat het gaan, ik ben er" Let it out, I’ve got you he held you protectively. Although you were twins, Max had always been protective of you, even though you were 5 minutes older. You loved him for that though, he always protected you and made sure you were safe. You loved your brother dearly.

You sat like that with Max for a while, until you calmed down. Your head was resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed. “Kunnen we opstaan? Mijn kont word lam" Can we get up? My ass is going numb he giggled and you did too.��“Die van mij eigenlijk ook" Mine too, honestly You stood up, offering him a hand, which he took and pulled himself up. He pulled you into his chest, giving you a tight hug. “Thanks, Maxie" you smiled up at your brother softly, who just held you close and comfortingly.

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It was week 2 of the summer break, you had been staying with Max and Kelly in their apartment, acting as a babysitter for P while they were on a couples getaway. You were in the living room, helping her color in the picture that she had been coloring in all day.

“What color do you want her hair to be, P?” You smiled at the little girl who had been seemingly ignoring the lines and drawing her own dress onto the character. “Green” she pointed to the lime green crayon. “Alright” you smiled and started coloring in the hair of the character, a knock brought you out of your thoughts. “Who could that be?” You asked P, but it was more rhetorical than anything.

You walked to the front door, opening it. You felt the wind get knocked out of you seeing those familiar eyes and curly hair look back at you. “What are you doing here Lando?” You spoke, annoyed that he had shown up unannounced.

“Just read this..” he handed you an envelope and you had taken it unsure. It was a very think envelope, quite heavy too. “Bye” Lando spoke, practically running out the door.

“Uncle Landoooooooo!” Penelope squeaked behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden loud noise. You knew she adored her Uncle Lando, so you didn’t try to stop her.

She ran out of the door into his arms when he was crouching down to catch her. “Hey P” he smiled at her, hugging her tight. “How have you been?” he leaned back slightly so he could see her better. “I good! Do you wanna see my drawing?” she asked sweetly and Lando looked at you, unsure. You nodded, telling him it’s okay to come in. You couldn’t let Penelope suffer because of your own personal issues. He was still someone she loved and looked up to.

He put P down, holding her hand and letting her drag him in. “Wooooow P! This is so cool!” he smiled at her drawing. “Did you draw the dress all by yourself?” he knelt down beside her and she nodded vigorously. “All by me!!” she cheered, feeling proud of her drawing.

As if the situation couldn’t get more awkward, in walked your overprotective twin brother and his girlfriend. “Y/n? Whose car is par-” he made eye contact with Lando and his expression changed instantly. His eyes became dark.

“Come say hi P!” Kelly smiled at her daughter and took her upstairs quickly to stop her from seeing whatever may unfold between Max and Lando.

“Max, jij bent snel ter-" Max you’re back ear-you were cut off by him. “Shut up Y/n! What is he doing here?!” he yelled, which he never does to you, especially in English.

“He just showed up Max, P spotted him and wanted to say hi, I couldn’t say no to her Max.” You explained calmly.

He sighed, “Leave, Lando.” Max’s voice was calm, eerily calm. You looked over at Lando, who had gone pale at the sudden arrival of him. All he could do was nod. “Read it” Lando spoke quickly, running out of the house as quickly as his legs would let him.

“Heeft hij je pijn gedaan?" Did he hurt you? Max looked over at you and you shook your head. “Echt waar, hij is niet bij me in de buurt geweest, Maxje" He didn’t come near me Maxie, I promise. You smiled at him. “Jij bent vroeg tuis, was de vakantie niet leuk?" You came home early, was vacation not fun? You started cleaning up P’s crayons and Max helped. “It was, but Kelly missed P and als ik haar nog eens had horen zeuren werd ik gek" if I had to hear her complain one more time I would have lost my mind. he smiled, sitting down on the couch.

“Well I hope you had some fun atleast. I know P and I had the best time.”

“Yeah until that son of a bitch showed up and let himself into my house” had looked at you. You sighed. “I’m sorry okay? I don’t want P to suffer because of what he did. Ze kijkt naar hem op, Max" She looks up to him, Max

“En je had nee kunnen zeggen tegen haar!" And you could have told her no! Max yelled loudly again, making you jump slightly. All you could do was nod. “Alright...” you breathed as you walked upstairs to your room quickly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

The letter in your hands seemed to burn with anticipation, calling for you to open it and so you did.

The letter was written in his sorry excuse for ‘tidy handwriting’ and you smiled softly to yourself, remembering how bad he felt when you told him you couldn’t read his handwriting. So he tried his best to tidy it up so you could read it, which helped.

The Letter

Y/n, my first and only true love. The one who I wanted to wake up next to every morning, for the rest of my life. The one who I needed like the oxygen i breathe. You were my oxygen, my saving grace. You were the one who pushed me to be the person I am today, and I will forever be grateful for that.

But I am a liar, Y/n. A filthy one too. You didn’t deserve what I put you through, not at all. I screwed it up, I know. I went out with those girls, one of them kissed me, and I kissed back. I knew it was wrong, I really did. Yet- I didn’t stop. I knew I should have, and I still didn’t.

I didn’t deserve you, in fact, no one deserves you. You’re too good for this world. You’re too good for anyone.

I’ll never forget us. I’ll never forget you.

You deserve the world, and I couldn’t give it to you. I know sorry will never make it better, but I am sorry and I will forever be.

I will never forget the way your eyes sparkled in the sun, or the way they lit up when you were excited. I will never forget the way your hand fit into mine perfectly, as if every part of you was made for me. I will never forget your soft kisses or your tight hugs.

I won’t ever forget you.

I know we wont stand another chance of being together again, but please never forget what we did have. I will forever love you.

These are the Words I Didn’t say: I LOVE YOU.

-Lando.

Your eyes brimmed with tears, those three words you were dying to hear from him. If he had just known how much you needed to hear them, maybe you wouldn’t be in this current situation. But he was also a cheater, which stung. Nothing ever will repair that trust that was broken. Nothing.

You looked at the note, feeling a weight off your shoulders, partly because you had gotten some answers now. Yes, your heart still hurt, especially because he had cheated, but you knew deep down that it was perhaps for the best. Your mind was racing, so many thoughts at once, but one rang over and over in your mind. You suddenly felt enraged, ripping the stupid letter to shreds.

Fuck You, Lando Norris.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 8 months

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Imagine telling Max to fight after she’s been marked…

Steve, Dustin and Lucas had parked at gas station to restock and refuel. They were inside and from what it looked like, attempting to convince Steve to get ice-cream but he wasn’t having it.

Maybe it was that he didn’t want them getting sick or maybe he was just more irritable than usual in knowing that Max was marked by the Vecna in the Upside Down.

Nothing pissed you off more than knowing that Vecna was hiding away and preying on children. And his latest pick of Max was personal.

“You’ve been scarily quiet.” Max noticed and took a seat beside you on the hood of Steve’s car.

You shuffled to the side a little to make space and exhaled. “I’m not letting Vecna take you.”

Max shook her head and exhaled shakily. “I don’t think it works like that.” She replied sombrely which was the unfortunate truth.

If Vecna was physically present, they might have been able to form a plan to take him out but he wasn’t and they couldn’t reach him.

“Then promise me that you’ll fight.” You asked, looking at the young girl, taking her hand and squeezing tight. “Fight him hard and don’t hold back.”

Max swallowed and nodded. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and hugged to mask the fear of losing her in a few hours.

“Screw Vecna.” You whispered.

Max squeezed a little tighter. “Screw Vecna.”

Letting her go, you stroked her cheek. Max always held a special space in your heart after she defended you from Billy one too many times.

Footsteps approached from the station followed by a small groan from the driver. “Seriously, you two? You could have had this conversation inside the car.”

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dannyboy-writes · 4 months

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Not going anywhere

tw injuries

She fell.

Once her bones cracked she fell into your arms, bleeding and sobbing.

You could see her eyes, white as snow, blood around them.

You held on tightly to her, “You’re going to be okay, stay with me. Max, stay with me,” you cried.

“I can’t see. Y/n I can’t feel anything. I don’t want to die.”

“I know, I know.” You held on tightly.

“I’m scared, Y/n. I’m not ready.”

You cried as her eyes closed, “I’m here, Max. I’m here.”

A soft nudge woke you up, startling you, and you looked around to see your sister Robin by your side, a tea in her hand.

“Sorry,” she whispered, handing you the cup.

You nodded, taking a sip.

“Any news,” she asked, nodding in Max’s direction.

Casts in every one of her limbs and a neck brace. Her eyes closed, with bruises around them.

“They don’t know anything. Her bones will heal, they say, but they aren’t sure about her sight. Most likely gone, one of the doctors said.” You looked at her.

“They aren’t even sure if she’ll wake up,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

“I’m sorry.” Robin placed a hand on your shoulder. “How long has it been since you slept?”

“You just woke me up, what do you mean,” you defended.

“I meant in a bed, y/n.”

“Oh,” your face dropped. “I just- I wanna be by her side.”

Her eyes softened as she shuffled your hair. “How about this, you go have a shower, get some clean clothes, I’ll sit here and watch over Max. And when she wakes up, I’ll call you.”

Clean clothes. You had still on the bloodied shirt you’d had on when she fell on you. You hadn’t noticed.

“Yeah, that sounds alright.” You said, getting up from the chair you had claimed yours. It had only been a couple days, but it’d felt like forever.

When you returned to the hospital you saw doctors and nurses going into Max’s room. Robin standing by the door with her nails in between her teeth.

“What happened,” you rushed to her. “I shouldn’t have left, shit.”

“Y/n, it’s okay. She woke up just now.”

You tried to get past the doctors but a nurse stopped you. “You can’t come in now, sweetheart. You have to wait until she’s stable.”

Her smile did nothing to help ease your nerves, and you stood next to Robin in the door frame.

Steve arrived, probably called by Robin. He looked rushed, as if he had run to the hospital.

“How is she?” He asked you.

“They won’t let me see her. They’re waiting for her to be stable.”

“Oh… How are you?”

“I don’t know.”

He grimaced slightly. Robin had probably told him how you hadn’t gone home in the past days.

Or maybe he noticed from your eyes and the bags under them.

“Who’s here for Maxine Mayfield,” the nurse asked.

“Me,” you rushed from your seat, bumping into Steve. “I’m here for her.”

“You can go in, now.”

You rushed along up until the door. Then you stopped, suddenly hesitant.

You gulped and opened the door slowly.

Max was still lying there, she looked the same as before, only her lips were slightly opened. Only to let soft inhales and exhales into it.

“Max…” You said from the door frame.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you feeling,” you asked, stepping into the room.

“Not great.” Her left hand twitched, her fingers moving less than an inch. But moving. “I can’t see.”

“I know.” You held her hand, sitting beside her, fidgeting with her fingers.

“I’m scared, Y/n,” she whispered.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised her.

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exceptionimagines · 2 years

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Meeting and Dating Max

(Not my gif)(Requested by @rqmancer)

(Most of the meeting portion of this is dialogue so sorry if that’s annoying, It just feels more fitting with how he was in the movie.)

- You …are a little creep: you’re a little weirdo! You’re just a strange little guy …and that’s what Max likes about you. He likes that you’re vaguely off-putting, he likes that you’ve got a bit of a morbid side, he likes that; in the grand scheme of things, you’re a bit of a freak. But you wouldn’t know that, considering the fact that the two of you have never actually spoken....

- You and Max have gone to the same school for about four years now and in that four years, the most that you’ve seen of each other are impersonal glances in the hallway or random rumors that get spread around school. In your eyes, that’s all there’s ever been between you and that’s all there ever would be, but Max; unbeknownst to you, didn’t completely agree.

- Too busy with considering him to be out of your league and trying not to get pushed into a locker, you’d never noticed the way his eyes locked on you a couple times too often to be a coincidence. And too busy keeping homicidal tendencies at bay and training for the next big football game, Max had never actually made a move.

- At first, his interest in you was brought on by witnessing a group of girls shoving you around the school hallway; the same group of girls who typically went out of their way to pick on you: and we all know how he feels about bullying. But once he’d noticed and paid closer attention to you, his interest morphed into one of genuine attraction. And once he saw you clutching a book about true crime and/or witchcraft, it was game over: you had him kicking his feet like a little girl.

- The funny thing about Max is that; even though he looks like he belongs on the cover of a men's health magazine, he has a surprisingly unconventional taste in women. Sure, he thinks “normal” girls are hot and would happily date them but his actual type isn’t nearly as stereotypical. A lot of the time, he actually prefers women who are “flawed” in some way: girls who don’t have perfect body types, who wear weird clothes, who have some sort of “unappealing” facial feature, etc. He shy’s away from perfection as much as he can.

- But, regardless of all that, you and Max technically met for the first time the night he tried to kill you.

- I know, I know, that one sort of came out of left field, didn’t it? But it’s the truth and I doubt it’s completely unexpected; given the whole murderous plot of the movie and all.

- So yeah, yada, yada, yada, the devil gang breaks in to your house and tries to use your blood as a sacrifice for their satanic ritual, things go haywire, you kill a few of them and before you know it, you’re left with just the star quarterback on your panicked tail, wondering why the fuck he’s cheering you on like you’re about to score a home run for your schools varsity sports team.

- It seems as though no matter how hard you run or hide, he’s always one step ahead of you, ambushing you in your hiding spot or suddenly appearing in front of you, forcing you to swerve away or fall on your ass in an attempt to evade him. These small instances of interaction make way for conversation, conversation you could probably do without since it only serves to make you even more anxious than you already were.

“You know, I didn’t believe Bee when she first told us that you still had your cherry. I mean you’re hot,” he tells you as you’re trying to survey the area for escape. You give him an unconvinced look and he continues. “No, I mean it. You are. I’d fuck you.”

“Thanks.” You say somewhat sarcastically, hinting at the fact that you want this conversation to be over.

“So what was it?” He asks. “I mean, just not interested, saving it for the right person, just never at a point of convenience for it to happen? I lost mine in the seventh grade so, ya know, can’t really relate anymore.”

“That’s pretty young.” You say, tone bordering on concern; the statement enough to momentarily shock you into normality.

“What can I say: I’ve always been a stud.” He announces proudly and you look at him vaguely disturbed.

“I don't really think that that's….” You purposefully don’t finish your sentence.

- Finally, the final confrontation occurs: he knocks you around a bit, gives you some praise and advice on your escape techniques before reassuring you that your death is gonna be honorable, giving you enough time to pull out the knife that you’ve got on your person and slash him across his; for some reason, bare chest. He grits his teeth, doubling over, and you take off running once again, this time managing to escape as the police pull up onto your street and catch you as you nearly collapse in the middle of the road.

- It’s all over, you think, panting to yourself. …Except they can’t find your freshly injured “friend”, leaving you living in a constant state of fear for months on end, expecting him to come back and finish the job.

- Months later, your parents are out for the night, leaving you home alone and getting ready for bed. But, just as you’re about to crawl into said bed, you hear a noise downstairs and quickly grab the baseball bat that you’ve kept in your room for this exact moment, creeping downstairs and picking up the phone; happy to look crazy instead of dealing with any more horror movie bullshit. But the lines are all disconnected and suddenly, you don’t feel so stupid for being paranoid.

“God, I’ve missed you. I mean you probably don’t believe that, cause ya know, I tried to kill you and all, but I do. You stabbed me and now I like you more, is that weird?” You whirl around and there he is, shirtless as ever and somehow in your previously empty house.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird. And yeah, I don’t think I believe you.” You say, nervously brandishing the bat as you alternate between staring him down and glancing around for a plausible escape.

“No, really. I mean, no harm done: I look super badass now.” He grins, gesturing to the harsh scar that nearly spans the length of his chest.

You don’t want to yet you can’t help but relent; if only just a little. “Yeah, alright, it looks pretty cool.”

“See. And that’s all thanks to you,” he replies. “So, how have you been?”

“How have I been? How the fuck do you think I’ve been? You tried to murder me. I’m pretty fucked up right now!” You shout incredulously.

“Well, in my defense, you weren’t exactly supposed to live long enough to face the long term effects of our actions,” he chuckles, hands outstretched like he’s expecting you to agree with him. When all that greets him is a glare, he clears his throat and moves on.

- He looks around as if he’s absentmindedly surveying your home and you’re on the verge of telling him to get on with it, cause this waiting shit is more anxiety inducing than the actual fight that’s undoubtedly about to occur. But then he says something so bold and so out of left field that you’re genuinely left flustered.

“So …are you still a virgin?”

“…Am I still a virgin,” you utter back incredulously. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“I’m curious,” he shrugs. “Didn’t get any brownie points at school for the whole ‘surviving a traumatic event thing’?”

“No,” you say in a tone that tells him this should already be obvious. “No, people weren’t lining up to break my hymen because I was picked to play sacrificial lamb. In fact, I think that might’ve chased off just about anyone who was even slightly interested in me before.”

“They still fucking with you?” He says, tone suddenly more serious than before and you’re forced to remember just how much he seemingly hates bullying.

“Not really. Turns out most people think it’s a little too messed up to bully a girl who was almost murdered. Either that or they think it’s best not to piss off the chick who killed four people in self defense.” You explain.

“See, don’t say I never did anything for you.” He jokes and you purposefully choose to ignore the comment.

“I’m sorry,” you finally interrupt. “Are you gonna try to kill me or what?”

“Am I still gonna kill you?” He repeats slowly, a bit tauntingly, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Hmmm …I’m still deciding.”

- And with that, he walks: walks closer and closer until he’s passing you by, ignoring the way you stumble away and clutch your bat tighter.

“Your rooms up here, right?” He calls over his shoulder and you stand there incredulously as your attempted murderer begins to casually peruse your home.

- Fast forward a few minutes and you’re standing in the doorway of your own bedroom, watching him as he toys around with the things on your dresser and seemingly purposefully ignores your presence, refusing to acknowledge how strange this entire situation is all the while staying completely silent. You stay equally silent, hands wringing against the weapon in your grasp, the weapon that’s been rendered useless by his arguably friendly behavior.

“You ever seen Once Bitten? Vampire movie with Jim Carrey? Yeah? No?” He tilts his head side to side, trying to pull any semblance of an answer from you as you remain completely silent. “Anyways I was like this close to reenacting the ending with you.”

- He pinches his fingers close together, leaving a tiny opening in between as he chuckles at his own clever reference. He looks at you and once he see’s that you aren’t laughing, he explains the joke.

“They had sex at the end, to save his life from the vampire milf. He was a virgin-”

“Yeah, I think I got it. Thank you.” You say quickly, head reeling from the arguably jarring confession.

“She was hot. I probably would’ve just let her have me.” He says, pausing before continuing, seemingly adding on his thoughts as they come. “You’re hotter though.”

“I doubt that's true.” You reply nervously, gulping as he turns and starts walking towards you.

“To me you are.”

“You’ve got weird taste.”

“Well I do kill people for sport.” He says matter of factly and yeah, that does makes sense.

“Are you gonna kill me?” You ask.

“Depends on what you think about me.” He replies and you remain silent for a long moment before deciding that you have nothing left to lose; opening your mouth and beginning to tell him exactly what you think of him.

“...I think you’re a cold blooded murderer who has a lot of fucking issues,” You say, stumbling back a bit as he advances on you. All he does is nod his head, urging you to continue. “And I think that you have shitty decision making skills, and that your friends were a bunch of assholes and that someone didn’t hold you enough as a child.”

“My parents were great.” He interrupts, though his tone doesn’t hold any malice. Which only makes you want to continue speaking, your mouth moving on autopilot as you word vomit without thinking; releasing all the pent up anxiety that's been coursing through you as you talk.

“I think that you could have really made something of yourself and that it’s a big fucking waste that you ended up throwing it all away just so you could get your rocks off for one measly little night,” He quirks a brow at that one, lips pulling up into an amused smirk.

“And I think that it’s really unfair of you to not wear a shirt because you’ve got the body of a god and the personality of a fucking geek.” Alright brain, veering off into territory you might not want to get into.

“Ouch.” He says quietly while you continue to speak.

“Which is so, so frustrating because none of your parts match. You’re like twelve different people all in one and it makes it so, so hard to hate you. The minute I think you’re irredeemable, you’re giving me some stupid, dazzling smile and you’re trying to help me and....”

“And?” He asks, his tone finally resembling an appropriate level of emotion; a justified yet still restrained level of impatience.

“…And I think that if you did what you were saying you wanted to do, I probably would have let you.” You pause, your tongue tying as you think really hard about what you’re about to say, knowing things will never be the same if you do.

“If I did what?” He says slowly, emphasizing the final word in the sentence.

“If you tried to Once Bitten me.” You respond, embarrassed by the arguably fucked up confession. And all he can do is look at you, grinning to himself as he thinks about just how cute you are right here in this moment.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He says, hands grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss, so sudden that his words can’t fully dawn on you, so sudden that you can’t even acknowledge the irony....

- Since I want to make this as accurate as possible, we’ll pretend as though the rest of this post either takes place before his death/murder attempt or in an alternate universe where he somehow got off scot-free and isn’t being chased by police.

- Max is continuously touching you; whether you technically want him to or not. He’s never been good at reading a room so you’ll have to brush him off yourself whenever you feel embarrassed by his somewhat overbearing and cutesy affection. Some people might assume he’s trying to show off but he’s genuinely just obsessed with you and loves having his hands on you.

- He usually wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you into him/squeezing your arm whenever he’s putting emphasize on a certain word or asking you a teasing question. He’ll also hug you from behind whenever he can.

- He loves when you lean your head on his shoulder while sitting or standing next to him. He just thinks it’s really cute.

- Forehead kisses.

- As rough as he typically is himself, he gets flustered whenever you give him an abrupt and fiery kiss; sitting there and looking at you in a stunned yet happy silence as though you’ve somehow changed his life with your out of character act of affection. That being said, whenever he kisses you, he’s typically very peppy and passionate, connecting your lips excitedly like he’s waited all day to kiss you and not stopping until he’s satisfied.

- I hope you aren’t too shy about affection because Max is the type of guy to tongue you in the corner of a house party and be completely nonchalant about it; regardless of who came across you. You can rest assured knowing that if you were there during Cole’s night of horrors, he’d catch the two of you making out when Max was supposed to be chasing him and be traumatized even further.

- Max already uses a ton of pet/nicknames in general; imagine how bad it gets when you’re upset with him.... You’ll be called literally anything besides your real name: sweetie, babe, honey, sweetie pie, baby, darling, angel, sugar plum, etc, etc, et-fucking-cetera. You swear he’s got a notebook full of them.

- If you didn’t love him as much as you do, the sheer force with which he cuddles you would be somewhat annoying if not unnerving. Like RIP to you if you found out he was a serial killer after starting to date him cause you’ll be stuck as his little spoon, contemplating your escape while he wraps himself around you like a straight jacket; none the wiser to your mounting anxiety cause he conks the fuck out the minute he’s in your bed.

- Wearing his clothes; especially when you go over to his house. He sort of just automatically finds some for you to wear once you get to his bedroom, pulling you down onto his bed the minute you’re dressed so you can assume the position of living teddy bear.

- “Get in there, tiger” types of ass smacks; on top of the usual ones. Any excuse to touch your glorious behind.

- I’m sure it’s a borderline offensive term but It’s one pretty much everyone knows at this point so I’m just gonna say it: chubby chaser. Max gives off chubby chaser vibes and I refuse to believe otherwise. He would have a thing for girls who were on the bigger side and he’d be completely unapologetic about it.

- Being cat called in your own home. He always has a compliment or salacious comment for you.

- Constantly teasing each other.

- Friendly competitions.

- Random excursions: like going bowling or going to the arcade. He gets distracted easily so don’t be surprised if he’s oblivious to the things that are going on around you, looking back at you with a chipper “Oh! Did you see that!?” after a particularly good score, missing the fact that you’re uncomfortable or trying to tell him something.

- Him sneaking into your house or sneaking you out of it to hangout; especially if he’s on the run from the cops or something.

- Singing along to the radio. He’s a big fan of classic rock and other similar stations so it’s best to study up on your Aerosmith.

- Him randomly cooking you food and delivering it to wherever you are in the house. You’ll find out he used to work at a diner at some random point in your relationship and you’ll just be like “well, thanks for the perfectly cooked fries, I guess? Love you.”.

- Pop culture references and clever little comments. He’s always got something to say, even if it feels like it’s coming straight out of left field.

- Playing trivia games. He might act like a himbo but he isn’t stupid.

- He genuinely enjoys doing crazy, frat boy-esque activities and you’re sort of just forced to sit there like “I know you’ve survived worse and that I’ve literally stabbed you myself but I don’t think you can come back from a broken neck nearly as easily so maybe just cool it down there, babe.”.

- I will not lie to you: you will play tag …and he will get horny while doing it....

- Him “teaching you self defense” is really just an excuse to chase you down and wrestle you to the ground in full primal fashion. Every now and again, it’ll feel so real that your heart will begin to race and you’ll lock eyes with him, wondering if he’s actually going to kill you this time …all before he pants out something akin to “you want head”; completely serious in his offer.

- He’s a Pitbull boyfriend; as opposed to a golden retriever one, cause he’s an absolute love of a guy but the minute someone makes one wrong move, he’s tearing their face off and licking the blood off your hands while you help him hide the body. Consider him multipurpose: he’ll take you grocery shopping then kill someone who bothered you one too many times.

- Okay, but honestly? He would make a good babysitter. Stuck taking care of your little siblings or cousins? He’ll win them over in minutes and make your life a hell of a lot easier, convincing them not to tell their parents that he was there because “that would mean he couldn’t come over and see them again”. I have a feeling he’s an only child and/or just likes to hang out with little humans in general so he’d happily take over, giving you some much needed time to yourself.

- If you need someone to take the initiative in a situation, look no further. He’s always ready for any given outcome and adapts like a professional so you never have to worry about anything.

- If it wasn’t already obvious from the film: he’s your number one cheerleader. He’s always praising you and being by your side to uplift, coach and motivate you; regardless of what you’re doing. It’s seemingly just in his nature.

- He definitely starts off stories about his past or motivational speeches with “I wasn’t always the stud you see before you today.” and he’s being completely serious when he says it too.

- Going to his football games and watching him practice. He is the star quarterback, after all.

- Sorry to tell you this, but you’re gonna have to slap him. He’s exactly the type of person who needs someone to hit him in the face to “get his head in the game” and that job will usually fall on you. He’ll just keep insisting that you do it; then somewhat teasingly insisting that you do it harder, until you give him a hit strong enough to satisfy him.

- Hanging out with him at the gym, watching him train, getting used as weights, receiving snapchats of him shirtless and/or flexing, gym selfies, other typical chad/alpha male behavior. I’m sorry but your boyfriends a gym rat and there's nothing you can do to save him.

- It’s genuinely unfair how attractive he is because you’ll try to be sexy and purposefully praise his physique while feeling him up and then he’ll just ...one up you in sexiness: giving you a proud smile and a pleased hum while he flexes under your touch. I mean, at least you know your plan is working, right? However hard it may be to focus on now....

- Speaking of: him flexing at you is ridiculously commonplace in your relationship. Sometimes its purposeful, other times not so much: but does it even really matter?

- He’s typically a pretty confident person but he’d genuinely get kind of sad if you questioned why he was shirtless; as if that isn’t just the normal response to a person randomly not wearing a shirt in a shirt-wearing place. He’d question you as if you just insulted him like “Look at me. :( I’m hot. Don’t you think I’m hot? Don’t you like me shirtless? I thought you loved me.”.

- Babeee, what do you mean you don’t want to hold my dick while I pee? All the cool couples are doing it! Aren't you curious? If you had a dick, I’d hold your dick while you peed.

- Nothing makes him happier than an immature dick joke. He’ll stop being upset just to laugh at them so consider them your not so secret weapon whenever you need to have him in a good mood.

- Don’t be fooled by his outward appearance, on the inside he’s a malewife who knows how you take your coffee by heart.

- He’s the type of boyfriend who would always remember your birthday and anniversary and would try to make them as special as he could.

- Loves to crack your back; it’s borderline just an excuse to bear hug you from behind and lift you off your feet but you obviously still appreciate it. You rarely have to ask too, he’ll literally just offer to do it whenever it happens to come to mind.

- Him sending you random texts throughout the day like “Hey, wanna see this dead rat I found?”. He wouldn't even be upset if you said no, he’d just move onto the next topic of conversation as if it was a simple and normal question. At least he asks, right?

- Literally nothing grosses him out. Doesn't matter if its drool, sweat, puke, or blood: he’s always unphased and always sweet; only ever worried about whether or not you’re okay and not about the state of his shoes, shirt, or car.

- He has a tendency to assume that you’re on your period but in an earnest, he genuinely thinks that you are kind of way; usually in response to a multitude of different things. Like he’ll ask you if you’re on it after you snap at him one too many times but he’ll also ask about it if you’re extra tired or hungry too; and he’s usually right.

- And you honestly can’t even be annoyed at him because a) he’s right and b) he says it in such an innocent and confused sort of way that you immediately know that he’s not just trying to be a dick. He’ll ask and then sympathize with you, listening to you complain and asking if he can do anything; calling you his little ketchup packet.

- Movie dates are a big part of your relationship; even though you might wish that they weren’t. He always picks the goriest films he can find; oftentimes indie films that make you debate whether they’re genuine snuff films or not, and he watches them with a smile on his face, happily eating popcorn while your stomach churns. It’s like Netflix and chill except he’s put on the human centipede.

- He’ll see something on tv; some kind of creative kill, then take you supplies shopping with him like he’s some kind of murderous Mythbuster. He’ll probably push you around in the cart too if you ask nicely.

- Waiting in the car while he goes out for a kill. It’s easy to forget what he’s doing while you’re sitting around filing your nails and/or listening to the radio, but the reason you’re there gets harder to ignore when he returns to the car covered in blood or manages to lose his victim; prompting them to come across you and beg you to drive them away.

- Thankfully, you don’t have to stall them for very long before he’s running out of the woodwork and killing them in front of you, whooping and hollering while he motions for you to roll down the window so he can brag and rant about how good that was all while leaning in to kiss you through the opening.

- Showering together after a kill. He alternates between being sweet, trying to make a move, and excitedly recounting what happened during the moment of the crime like it’s one of his football teams winning games.

- It isn’t often that Max gets jealous: mainly because he’s aware of how attractive he is and because it’s sort of imperative that he trusts you for your relationship to work out; for obvious reasons. But every now and again, some interaction of yours will rub him the wrong way and he’ll wind up becoming envious: either acting taken aback and pouting whenever you allude to an attraction/interest in someone else or giving you the silent treatment until he finally decides to speak up and passive aggressively explain what’s wrong; usually after you’ve grown tired of asking.

- He’s protective but it isn’t nearly as bad as you’d probably assume it would be. He’s actually kind of a dick sometimes, finding it mildly amusing when you get hurt; in a minor way, or leaving you to handle things on your own whenever you’re in trouble. He insists that it’s to make you stronger and that he wants you to be able to look out for yourself when he’s not around: and the only reason you choose to believe him is because he’s always there whenever you really need him.

- Surprisingly enough, you’re actually a pretty normal and healthy couple; all things considered. You really don’t argue or fight all that often and whenever there’s a problem in your relationship, you sit down and discuss it or vent your frustrations and come up with a solution that makes both of you happy. Although, anytime you do end up bickering about something, you have a tendency to pull the “you tried to kill me card” and he honestly can’t even be mad.

- He despises the silent treatment even though it’s typically what he goes to whenever he’s mad. He’ll stay quiet and/or insist he’s fine until you stop asking; continuing to act all moody until he passive aggressively mentions what’s bothering him in a roundabout way. Whenever you do the same, he’ll mess around with you until you can’t help but laugh; even if you try to hide it, or get you flowers and/or a teddy bear which he usually makes apologize to you “for him”. Once everything is settled, you’ll give each other a big hug and you’ll go back to being a happy, arguably weird couple.

- I’m not even gonna lie: you probably told him that you loved him for the first time when his would be victim pulled a weapon on you and his response was to literally ignore the fact that you were both in mortal danger and go “aww, really?”, telling the person to shut up while trying to speak to you more about your feelings. He’d then proceed to kill them like it was the easiest thing in the world to do before asking if you really meant it and saying that he loved you too.

- Psychopathic and murderous tendencies aside, I think he’d be a very good husband and father, don’t you?

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csainzoperator · 28 days

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f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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maxtermind · 23 days

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when f1 drivers dirty text you

(and you pretend your dad answers)

★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri

★ : genre :: crack

★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Bad Reputation

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Sainz!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.2K

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Omg this is random but can you pls write bad reputation max x super good girl reader? Like everyone says she shouldn’t go for max and criticising their relationship, saying he’s bad for her and whatever but they just don’t know him like she does and we all know max is the sweetest person irl (and Netflix is a bitch for pushing a bad agenda about him) and it’s just all the sweet secret moments they have between them? Kinda like the song ‘call it what you want’ by taylor swift & delicate (‘my reputations never been worse, so you must like me for me’) 🥺

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, secret relationship, Papa and Carlos are fuckers, Carlos is a petty bitch, nothing major honestly

Max Verstappen The Notorious Bad Guy That Stole A Championship

You scuff at the news article on your phone. How ridiculous. Not only was it dragging up old wounds, but distasteful simply due to Max dominating right now.

"Something wrong?" Your eyes peer at your brother over your sunglasses. "No, just another distasteful article about Max again." You try to reign in the anger of your words, but it's evident as the man across from you raises his eyebrow. "You defend him too much." Rolling your eyes, you want to bite back that you don't.

It'd be a lie, of course. You knew Max better than everyone else. Yet, you had to keep that hidden from the world. "You're just jealous because he's been kicking your ass." Sticking your tongue out at your brother Carlos who flips you off. "Carlos, you put your finger down right now." Your mother hisses, fixing your hair which has you moving away.

"She's not a baby, Mama," Carlos grumbles, leaning back into the lawn chair. "Carlos, your sister is a good girl. Don't sully her eyes." Your mother sighs, placing plates of food down. "Mama, stop. I'm not a child." You grumble, lowering the brightness on your phone.

You hated having to hide your relationship with Max. But, he was known to have a horrible temper, foul-mouthed, cheater, thief, and everything else under the sun. But, to you? He was calm, a boy who grew into a man too quickly, chasing the records to be etched into greatness. Max's foul mouth was never pointed at you. That mouth gave you soft promises and sweet nothings.

Everyone judged him because of DTS, his radios, and the fact he had no remorse when it came to the races, driving hard and winning hard. They needed someone to blame, and Max was the easy escape for fans and teams alike.

I saw the article. You didn't steal it. You won fairly. They don't want to admit it.

Hitting send, you place your phone on your lap, waiting for a reply. You knew it'd be late in Monaco as you enjoyed the summer break with Carlos back home in Spain. Throughout the night, you kept checking your phone, unable to help yourself. A soft buzz on your lap has your smile growing more than usual as you look at your phone.

I could care less; I'll only care if they involve you. No one knows yet, and that's for the best. When do you come back? I miss you.

Those three words have your heart beating faster. He missed you? Max and you haven't been together long, just shy of 7 months. Still, in that honeymoon phase, you always made excuses to your brother and his friends about why you couldn't hang out. Carlos was going suspicious, even once tried following you only to see you go to a bookstore.

I miss you too. Have to go. Carlos is about to-

You hit send just as Carlos snatches your phone. "Carlos! Give it back!" Swiping for the phone, Carlos steps back as he looks at your screen. He laughs as you two fight for the phone, but it dings, making you frantic. "Carlos, please. Please give me back my phone. I'm begging you." Desperation evident. "What? Texting your boyfriend?" Carlos jokes, but that smile of his slips when he reads the text.

"Carlos, I can explain." He tosses your phone back, all traces of your brother gone, replaced with a pissed-off man. "Max answered your text. We'll talk later." He whispers in your ear, going back to his seat. The rest of the family joining the two of you now. Looking down at your phone, you see the text and know Carlos is about to lose his mind.

Call me. Love you buttercup

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Lying on your bed, you stare at Max's contact. You want to call him, but you know Carlos is waiting for the party downstairs to die so he can slip away. Max had texted you multiple times since the afternoon, ranging from asking how dinner was to asking if you were angry with him.

"Y/n?" Shooting up, you fix your shirt as your older brother Carlos pokes his head in. "I'm still awake." Carlos pushes the door wider, fitting his body through before closing it with no sound. "Do I need to ask, or will you tell me?" He moves from the door to lay on your bed, you following him. "Carlos, please don't make me." He huffs, his larger hand holding yours. "Why? Because you'll know what I'll say? And I will say it, pequeña." You sit up, staring at your phone screen.

It lights up, Max's smiling face staring at you. Unable to look at it, you hit decline and mute it. "He's good to me, Carlos." Your brother snorts, rolling his eyes at those words. "So what? You know his reputation. He's a loose canon that doesn't care who he hurts. You'll be a casualty in his warpath." Carlos sits up, rubbing your shoulder as he stands. "Dump him, pequeña. He'll only hurt you." Carlos doesn't wait for an answer, leaving with a sense of accomplishment, thinking you'll dump Max.

Standing, you look at yourself in the mirror. The small silver bracelet with a little lion hides slips from your sleeve, reminding you of the day Max gave it to you.

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3 months ago

"Max, I'm going to be late. Carlos and Papa are strict about curfew." It was stupid, but the men in your family still gave you a curfew. You did have the good girl image as the youngest Sainz to uphold. "We've got 30 minutes. Besides, I can get us back in 5," Max smirks, tugging you through the crowded festival.

Smiling, you tug him back, wrapping your other arm around the one holding your hand. Unable to help himself, he leans down, kissing you without a care who saw. "Come on. There is one stand I want to visit." High off the kiss, you nod as you move around the people. Max stops before this tiny little stand with an older woman making jewelry.

"Excuse me, can you make this for me?" The older woman smiles, taking a slip of paper in Max's hand. Opening it, her smile grows as she nods and gets to work. "What's she making?" Max shushes you, kissing your ear. "Be patient, buttercup." Unable to stop the blush, you turn away, hiding your face in his side. Laughing, he kisses the top of your head as fireworks explode above.

The older woman finishes what she is working on, handing it to Max. Pocketing it, he hands over more money than needed. Before the woman notices, Max tugs you away. "Where are we going?" You yell over the loud music and fireworks. "Somewhere, quiet." The farther you walk, the music starts to fade, but the fireworks still burst into colors above. You gasp, seeing a little gazebo with a pond around it. "Come on." He urges, pulling you out of your haze.

The two of you run to the gazebo, you jumping up the ledge so you can look Max in the eye. "How'd I get so lucky?" Max whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I think I should be asking that." With a hum, you rest your head on his chest, watching the fireworks. Max says nothing as you enjoy the show and others' warmth. "Oh, this is for you," Max whispers, leaning down to grab something from his pocket.

"Max, you shouldn't have gotten me anything." Hating when he spends money on you. "Stop. You're the light in my life right now. Let me be the one to make it burn brighter." Shutting you up with a kiss. Pulling away with giggles, he places the silver bracelet in your palm, looking away. Peering at it, your heart squeezes as you stare at a little lion head dangling off it.

"We can't always be together when we're so close, sooo," Max groans, shy at admitting this. "This will prove that even though I can't always be next to you, I'm here." Pointing at the lion's head, looking up, he stops seeing tears in your eyes. "It's perfect. I love you." Your eyes grow wide as you both take in what you have just said.

"Oh, Max. God, it's so earlier. I'm so-" Words get swallowed as his lips mesh with yours, kissing away your apologies. "Don't apologize. I love you too, Y/n Sainz." The two of you laugh, losing yourself in one another. Curfew be damned.

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Present Day

"Stay away from Max. Today is a race day, we don't need you getting caught and your name being ruined." Your father hisses so others don't hear. So much for trusting Carlos. He told your father immediately, not even giving you a chance. "Yes, Papi." Your father nods and lets you go, heading to talk to your cousin and Carlos.

Carlos looks at you smiling, but you lift your hand, flipping him off; no shame in showing off the bracelet Max gave you. Carlos's face turns sour, leaning in, whispering something to your father, who turns his face filled with rage. "Mama, going for a drink." Your mother waves you off, slipping through people, careful not to be spotted by cameras or media personnel.

It was stupid and reckless. You knew that walking that way was asking for trouble. You just couldn't help it, wanting one glimpse of Max. Stepping back and into the shadows, cameras come rushing past saying they just saw Max. Looking up, you feel a presence behind you and a hand on your mouth. Letting out a scream, it's muffled as that warm voice soothes you. "Buttercup, it's me." Automatically your body relaxes into his.

"Max?" Chuckling, he drops his hand, spinning you around. Fingers going for the lion head rubbing it. "Papi and my family know." Max's smile falls, fingers still, and he steps back. "Oh." You hate that he's doing this. Shutting down and refusing to talk about this. "Max, hey." Grabbing his hand, you pull him back close. "Please don't shut down on me. Please, I don't care what my family says. I love you." Max sighs, looking down at you as he yanks you into a hug.

"I love you too, but I don't want my reputation to harm you." He whispers into your hair, his racing heart calming by holding you in his arms. "Fuck that. I want you, Max. I picked you. You were my first and last choice." Max leans down, kissing the bracelet, then your lips. "I have to go. Race is about to start." You nod, giving him one last kiss as you watch him rush off.

"Where were you?" You control the urge to roll your eyes at your brother. You're tired of hiding how you feel, and you weren't going to be ashamed of it. "I was with Max. If you have a problem with it, deal with it." You hiss before joining the rest of your family, refusing to say a word.

"YES!" You knew it was wrong to scream loudly when Max crossed the line, a photo finish with your brother. You didn't care. Max deserved this win, but Carlos didn't. The backstabber needed to feel this sting, and you're glad he would. Ripping off the headphones, you make a run to parc ferme, only to be yanked back.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Your father snarls. "LET GO OF ME!" People turn, your father letting you go immediately as you take deep breaths. "I love him! I love him, Papi! He's the only one who understands me and is a good man! But you and Carlos are so blinded by the media and the rumors that you don't see how happy I am! So fuck you and this stupid image! I'm going to kiss the love of my life." Laughing, you turn, bolting off, watching Max jump out of the car, celebrating.

"MAX!" Hearing your voice, his helmet turns, looking at you. Without a second thought, he rushes over, scooping you up, pulling you over the rails as you hug him tight. "I love you, I love you." You repeat before you lean back, kissing his helmet. You can see his eyes scrunch in happiness.

"I don't care what people say; I don't care about your bad reputation. You're mine, good or bad. I choose you." Max laughs, spinning you around as people scream and cheer. From the corner of your eye, you see a red storm past, not even looking at you. He'll get over it. Even if he doesn't, you still have Max.

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auggieblogs · 7 months

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ugh, math!

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: Overwhelmed by math exam anxiety, you were on the verge of despair. Max's comforting presence and soothing words were your saving grace.

Author's note: Oh my god, I absolutely love this prompt. Thank you so much, the anon who requested this. I really hope you enjoy this!

P.S.- I am not technically a woman in STEM so I don't know the struggles, but I have 12th grade math, and it is downright depressing for me. Again, I might have projected a little too much. Apologies in advance.

The weight of the upcoming math final pressed heavily on your shoulders, making your chest tight with anxiety. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring the complex numbers and equations in your textbook. You deeply regretted taking this class, and an overwhelming sense of incompetence washed over you. You were about to give in to despair, convinced that you simply weren't smart enough for this. The more you tried to grasp the concepts, the more they seemed to slip through your fingers like sand.

Just when you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, the door opened, and Max walked into the room. His perceptive eyes immediately caught the distress etched on your face, and worry flashed across his features. Without hesitation, he rushed to your side, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Max asked softly, crouching down in front of you.

You looked up at him, your eyes brimming with tears, and it all became too much to bear. You broke down in front of him, your sobs escaping uncontrollably, your head buried in your trembling hands.

Max hated seeing you like this. He immediately wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, and kissing your forehead gently as he whispered soothing words. His fingers ran through your hair in slow, calming strokes, offering comfort and reassurance.

You hiccupped between sobs, words tumbling out in a rush. "I can't do this, Max. It's so difficult, and I feel like giving up. I'm not smart enough for this, I just can't."

Max held you even closer, his voice unwavering and reassuring. "Listen, bub, you are incredibly smart, and you're not a quitter. I know you can do this."

His words gave you a glimmer of encouragement. Sniffling and wiping away your tears, you took a deep breath and returned to your study materials. Max remained by your side, not entirely understanding the complex math, but his presence was a source of comfort.

As you worked through the complex equations, Max fetched your favourite chocolate milk and prepared your go-to comfort sandwich. He knew that a touch of familiar comfort would help you feel better. Between study sessions, he quizzed you on formulas and cheered you on with a smile and encouraging words.

Hours upon hours passed in intense studying, but Max's belief in you never wavered. He could see your fatigue setting in as the night wore on. Gently, he suggested, "You've been working so hard, love. Maybe it's time to get some rest."

Reluctantly, you agreed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling upon you. Max helped you tidy up your study materials and led you to the bedroom. He tucked you into bed, his fingers continuing to run soothingly through your hair.

"Try to relax," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "You've got this"

After a night of restful sleep, you woke up early, refreshed and determined. Max's encouraging words from the previous night echoed in your mind, reminding you of your own capabilities. With newfound confidence, you revisited your formulas and reviewed the key concepts, ensuring you were as prepared as possible.

As you entered the exam room, your heart still raced with anticipation, but there was a newfound sense of self-assuredness within you. The questions on the paper no longer seemed insurmountable; you tackled them with determination and clarity.

Hours passed by in a blur of focused effort, and when you finally submitted your exam, you felt a sense of accomplishment wash over you. The exam went remarkably well, and you couldn't help but smile as you left the room.

Outside, Max was waiting for you, a proud and supportive grin on his face. His mere presence brought an extra layer of warmth to your already joyful heart. He enveloped you in a hug.

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The day the results were finally revealed was a day of both excitement and trepidation. Your heart raced as you logged into the exam portal, hoping beyond hope for a passing grade. As the page loaded, your eyes widened in disbelief, and a rush of pure elation surged through you – you hadn't just passed; you had aced the exam!

Unable to contain your excitement, you called Max immediately. His voice was filled with pride and joy as he exclaimed, "I knew you could do it, baby! I'm so incredibly proud of you!"

He couldn't wait to celebrate this incredible achievement with you. He suggested a celebratory dinner or date night. However, you were still feeling the exhaustion from your intense studying and the emotions of the past few days. You wanted nothing more than to stay in and unwind in the comfort of your own space.

Max decided to make the evening just as special at home. He ordered your favourite takeout, ensuring it was exactly what you were craving. He also brought home an assortment of your favourite ice cream flavours, knowing that dessert would be the perfect indulgence for this celebratory occasion.

As evening descended, you both snuggled on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets. The collection of your favourite movie, "The Princess Diaries," is played on the screen. Max's arm wrapped securely around you as he pulled you close, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. Laughter filled the air as you indulged in your ice cream, not caring about what was going on in the film but rather the ridiculous jokes Max was currently making.

With each passing minute, the exhaustion from the weeks of preparation began to catch up with you. Max noticed your eyelids growing heavy, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, content and peaceful in slumber. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face and took a picture, capturing the moment .

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astonmartinii · 1 month

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cutie patooties | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem leclerc!reader

just them terrorising the world with their cuteness (and collecting the younger drivers)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | SMALL BUSINESS

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yourusername: he loves redline more than me 🙄

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user1: obsessed with how she's like "oh you wanna ship max with my brother" and then takes lestappen out back and shoots them

user2: as she should, she's the cutest leclerc by far

yourusername: true 😙

maxverstappen1: double true 😘

charles_leclerc: die.

yourusername: erm consider your ass REPORTED THIS IS HARASSMENT

maxverstappen1: did you just threaten my girlfriend ????

charles_leclerc: and what?

maxverstappen1: pull up, i'm outside

charles_leclerc: ???? leave ????

maxverstappen1: no i'm deadass don't disrespect my gf 😤😤😤

charles_leclerc: it's my SISTER

yourusername: when he's protective 😛😛😛

user3: screaming, crying, throwing up over the keychain

user4: i need someone *cough, cough* them to recreate it 🥸

landonorris: YOU WENT TO THE LEGO STORE WITHOUT ME? YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD?

yourusername: watch your tone

maxverstappen1: god forbid i want to spend time with my GIRLFRIEND on a DATE

landonorris: that's not a valid excuse

yourusername: also bold of you to assume you're our favourite child when oscar, yuki and logan are right there

oscarpiastri: snooze you lose lando

yukitsunoda0511: suck on that lando

logansargent: i'm just happy to be included

landonorris: damn...

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maxverstappen1: spent the weekend bothering my girlfriend's brother, what about you?

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user9: the way charles put his ferrari cap on y/n only for max to throw it into the crowd and put his own on her head instead

user10: those who know max's attachment to his caps, this is big.

yourusername: winning looks so sexy oh my

maxverstappen1: blushing like a motherfucker

yourusername: skip the debrief? they won't notice?

maxverstappen1: i think they might notice the driver of the race they're analysing not being there

yourusername: show them the pic i just sent you, they can't say no to my puppy dog eyes

maxverstappen1: helmut said fuck off 💔

yourusername: tell him i have a present for him (it's a pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a pamphlet for caskets)

user11: @yourusername winning IS sexy, tell your bf to tell charles win

yourusername: if charles wins it's suddenly decidedly unsexy, this isn't game of thrones babe

charles_leclerc: you ARE annoying that's right

maxverstappen1: annoyingly sexy

charles_leclerc: no comment, we're going to be family at some point soon

maxverstappen1: DAMN RIGHT WE ARE

yourusername: if you think we're annoying now, oh boy.

user12: i need max and y/n to be engaged right this fucking moment

user13: i think it would actually make my year

user14: after the championship win queen @maxverstappen1 ?

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yourusername: @ the person who asked how much max weighs... god will deal with you

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user15: i'm obsessed with how obsessed they are with each other

user16: is max's wardrobe all red bull merch and t-shirts dedicated to y/n?

maxverstappen1: yes 😌

danielricciardo: i saw the clip... the time stamp was 3am - we RACE TODAY?

yourusername: i am happy to support my man's hobby

danielricciardo: yes but you also don't have to race with that man on three hours of sleep

yourusername: be real daniel, the only time you'll be close to max is when he laps you xxx

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME??? MAX YOU GONNA LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TALK TO YOUR FIRST LOVE LIKE THAT?

maxverstappen1: bold of you to assume you were my first love

danielricciardo: did on the couch mean nothing to you?

maxverstappen1: soz buddy this is a childhood friends to lovers narrative right now (and we were already together by the time i was at red bull)

charles_leclerc: WHAT?

yourusername: spare me the dramatics, you guys were deep in the ANGST and then austria happened so really it's your own fault that it took as long as it did

user17: one comment section where the girls aren't fighting? impossible.

oscarpiastri: omg the shirts look so good y/n !!

yourusername: we're ✨graphic designers✨

maxverstappen1: does having a dashingly handsome model help

yourusername: of course !!!!!

oscarpiastri: i'm not going to answer that question

maxverstappen1: :(

oscarpiastri: on another thought - yes!

yourusername: @landonorris this is why he's one of the favourites

landonorris: i'm not talking to yall

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maxverstappen1: weekend off racing means shenanigans and late night streaming

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user20: i know whatever poor soul went for dinner with them hated every second

yukitsunoda0511: working on being the favourite of the favourite children 🫡 and they paid for my meal at a really cool italian restaurant

oscarpiastri: game on

yourusername: so who is the lady and who is the tramp?

danielricciardo: THAT'S A TRICK QUESTION MAX DON'T ANSWER IT

maxverstappen1: you're not a lady... you're a queen 😘

yourusername: did you just fail the test, successfully?

danielricciardo: you smooth motherfucker

yourusername: stole your red bull drive and your nickname @carlossainz55

carlossainz55: why am i catching strays?

yourusername: bored ❤️

user21: y/n really be like "oh the season's boring cause my bf wins everything? let me make it interesting by shading every driver on the grid"

maxverstappen1: do NOT give her a challenge

charles_leclerc: can you PLEASE stop taking such lovey dovey gross ass photos maman keeps getting them printed and I AM GETTING MOVED OFF OF THE MANTEL PIECE I AM ON THE BOOKSHELF, THIS FACE IS A MANTEL PIECE FACE NOT A BOOKSHELF FACE

yourusername: not reading all of that, i'm happy for you or sad that happened x

charles_leclerc: MAX DO SOMETHNG

maxverstappen1: step your pussy up bro

yourusername: when he catches your lingo >>

charles_leclerc: i am a VICTIM

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yourusername: invented babygirlism actually

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user22: y/n is so real for choosing a cute recent photo for herself and then just violating the guys

user23: she's funny as fuck for that

charles_leclerc: finally some fucking credit

yourusername: not everything can be about you all of the time 🤨

charles_leclerc: don't make me an ankle-biter again you're PUSHING ME

sebastianvettel: knew you were an ankle biter

yourusername: LOL

charles_leclerc: no seb no! i didn't bite ankles, just y/n's and that doesn't count

user24: what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: you are the most babygirl to ever babygirl

danielricciardo: i think i had a stroke reading that

yourusername: awwwww you're so cute maxy

maxverstappen1: knew you were the one for me when we first met karting, you taught me the babygirl ways

yourusername: and you're delivering

oscarpiastri: you guys can't see but he's blushing so bad right now

landonorris: are you just attached to them

yourusername: yes he is, a babygirl in training

user25: how do i get adopted by y/n and max?

maxverstappen1: no but for real i love you, even if we are lumbered with your brother

yourusername: i love you too xxx

charles_leclerc: *brothers

maxverstappen1: nope arthur and lorenzo are sound

charles_leclerc: fUCK OFF :(((((((

FIN.

note: heyyyyyy you guysssss! we all know i have a soft spot for these two (plus oscar and alex) so i wanted to put out a little thing to celebrate 5k! thank you so much for following and reading my work, hope you enjoyed xx

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lovesickgolbach · 2 years

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New Adventures || MV33

Description: When Max had found out that you and him were expecting your first child, he instantly knew that it was his duty to be the best husband and father to your unborn child.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, kinda mentions of sex???, swearing, fluff, sorta sad but in a happy way :)

a/n: miami gp max>>>>>>

enjoy!

Y/n

It had been a regular Monday morning. Max was out at the factory after yesterdays race, doing the regular debrief with his team. It had only been 3 races into the season, but you could already feel how the pressure was starting to weigh down on him after all those races resulted in DNF’s. You felt bad for your husband, wishing there was something else you could do besides be a shoulder to cry on.

You sighed laying your hand on your lower stomach. “I’m sure we’ll get a better time to tell daddy about you.” you spoke softly with a small smile. You and max had been married for nearly a year, after dating for 5. Kids was never anything you had really discussed or planned but you both weren’t against the idea of having them in the future. But one drunken night changed the ‘future’ to ‘now’.

Max texted you that he was getting onto his jet, on his way to fly back home to you. You smiled reading the text, deciding to get started on dinner.

You had just put the lasagna in the oven when the front door opened. Max smiled at you as he entered “Schatje” he said, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I missed you so much” he said and you giggled. “Love, you left this morning, it hasn’t even been 8 hours” you said laying your head on his chest. “8 hours is already a long time!” he exclaimed dramatically. You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

He walked to the cabinet, pulling out 2 wine glasses. “Drink?” he held a glass up towards you. You looked at him for a second then at the glass and back at him, slightly panicking.

“Y/n? Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” He giggled slightly at your pale face. The room was silent for a while before you spoke.

“I’m pregnant Max” you breathed out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant”

“Are you joking?”

“Do I ever say no to wine?” you spoke seriously.

“Oh my god! You’re serious!” His eyes widened and his face lit up. “We’re having a baby?!” He jumped excitedly and ran into your arms, hugging you tight.

“We’re having a baby.” You spoke reassuring him and hugging back tight. You could feel his hand on your stomach. “A little one of us” he said proudly with excitement laced into his voice.

Later that night you had been cuddling with him in bed. His hand barely leaving your stomach. “Are you really sure there’s a baby in there?” he looked at you. “Well I took like 6 tests that all came out positive” you giggled “so I would hope they were all telling the truth” you smiled at him and he kissed you gently but full of passion. You kissed back, moving so your bodies were now fully wrapped around one another. Suddenly, he pulled back.

“I’m retiring” he stated simply and you were caught off guard by is sudden statement. “What!? Max no!” you sat up, looking at him. “Are you crazy?! You love Formula 1! You can’t just retire!” You hit his shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for!” He hit you back.

“Ow! You’re being stupid! That’s why!” you rubbed your shoulder where he hit you.

“I’m not being stupid Y/n.. I mean look at how this year is going! I have zero points, the car keeps fucking dying on me and the team couldn’t care less! Plus I want to raise this baby with you, I don’t want work to get in the way of us, our little family.” You looked at him unsure “Max..”

“You’re not changing my mind Y/n. I’m not missing this for anything. I’m retiring after this season and I will be here, present, to raise this baby, together” He smiled at you. God, you could drown in those blue eyes of his.

“Alright” you spoke, kissing him again.

_______

Since that day you had told Max, you had found out that your baby was due in early September. Max was ecstatic, taking to your belly, kissing it, touching it, the works. It made you happy seeing how excited he was.

By the time the fourth race had rolled around, you had gotten the ‘ok’ from your doctor to tell everyone. You didn’t want to risk telling people too early, as the first few months of pregnancy is crucial. Per usual, you and Max had arrived at the paddock early on Sunday morning so that he could do all his pre race interviews and whatnot. You waited in his drivers room, keeping yourself occupied with your phone while you waited for him.

He came in a while later, closing the door behind him as he got undressed to put his suit on. “Are you ready? For the race” You asked, eyeing him up and down.

“Hey! My eyes are up here!” he giggled, “but yes, I am ready. Pole definitely helps” he smiled at you, letting the top half of his race suit rest on his hips.

“Go kick some ass out there, daddy” you took his hand and laid on your belly and smiled up at him.

“Oh I definitely will” He smiled, planting a quick kiss on his lips and walking out to the garage with you. He passed you a set of headphones so that you could hear the team radio as well.

He left a while later, traveling to the grid for the start of the race.

“I can not believe it ladies and gentleman! Max Verstappen Wins the Grand Prix!”

You sat in the back of the post race conference room, nerves building in your hands as the drivers took their seats next to Max, Checo in P2 sitting on his right hand side and Hamilton in P3, sitting to the left. You nervously played with your wedding ring as the post race conference started.

Question after question came at the drivers, all about race and their cars, etc. Max had answered and the announcer started to speak again, ending off the session.

No ones POV

“Anything else that you would like to add?” the announcer looked at the drivers. Max raised his hand and brought the mic closer to his mouth. “I would like to actually” he spoke as the room’s attention turned on him. “Um” he spoke nervously giggling, “This will be my final season competing in Formula 1.”

The room was silent, the media trying to understand what he had just said. “After the race in Abu Dhabi, I will be retiring as a driver, to spend time with my growing family” he smiled proud looking at his wife then back at the cameras. "Y/n and I are expecting a baby due in September" he said smiling proudly at the camera. “That’s all” he got up and walked out with the other drivers, Y/n tried her best to follow them out, but there was press following them everywhere, they were following her too, cameras and questions were being thrown at her from every direction.

Eventually, she managed to catch up to Max, holding his hand tight as he guided them through the paddock, thanking the people who were throwing “congratulations” from every direction.

“This baby was going to have one busy life” Max giggled at Y/n .

“Oh for sure!” She smiled.

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9 Months had now gone by, you were due any day now. You were sat on your couch at home, smiling as you watched the podium ceremony, Max had yet won another race, leading the championship by more than 80 points, and after the start of the season you couldn’t have been more happy for him. You snapped a picture of your belly and the tv, posting it on your story and captioning it “My two favorite people in one picture”

You got up, needing to pee for what felt like the millionth time, as you approached the bathroom you felt the feeling of liquid spilling down between your legs. “damn it!” you mumbled going to grab a piece of toilet paper to clean yourself up, when you realized how big the wat patch actually was. “Shit...”you froze in place as a sharp pain shot through your uterus, causing you to collapse onto the floor. You sat there for a while, doing the breathing exercises you had learnt in birthing class. Eventually the pain had subsided and you managed to grab your phone, dialing Max.

Cathy, his PR manager answered. “Hey Y/n! What a race huh?” she beamed through the phone. Another pain shot through your system, causing you to crouch down and hold you belly. You groaned in pain, “I-It’s time..” was all you had managed to say. Cathy instantly knew. “Oh shit! Alright, I’m putting Max on a plane right now!” she basically tossed the phone to Max, “Hello? Y/n?” he was already walking to the car, his heart broke at the sound of you in pain. “I’m on my way okay? I promise I’ll be right there with you. You just need to breathe okay? I love you so much.”

Max had arrived at the hospital a while later, an ambulance had to rush you there as well. And before you knew it, you were holding your little baby in your arms. “We made this...” Max said amazed. “We did” You looked up at him and smiled big. "Our Little family."

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ln444 · 6 months

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★ how does f1 drivers react when you call them pretty. . .

norris, piastri, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russell, verstappen

cw: fluff, slight suggestive (verstappen), f!reader.

now playing: pretty boy by the neighborhood

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✹ lando norris

lando would be the type to act annoyed but absolutely loves it. he just won't admit it but you know it.

"hey, pretty boy", you whisper against his lips, leaving a sweet peck on it just to be met with a pouty and flustered lando. "i told you to stop calling me that!" he whines, but deep down he hopes that you'll never stop. you look at him with a playful smile, softly caressing his hair. "okay, i'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable", you wait impatiently for his reaction and as you excepted, lando start to panic. "i mean... you can but you know... just not in front of other people", he laughs nervously, hoping that his excuse is good and his cheeks start heating up. you can't help but laugh softly, pulling him close by the neck and lando pouts again, "stop making fun of me!", your smile softens and you plant another kiss on his lips, "sorry, you're just too cute, my pretty boy". lando's cheeks are now completely red and he tries to hide it by pulling you in a long and warm kiss, feeling the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

✹ oscar piastri

oh my god, please don't do this to him. as soon as he hears the word, his brain starts malfunctioning.

"you did so good!", oscar pulls you for a warm hug, holding you as tight as he can. he loves seeing you after races and hearing how proud you are of him no matter what he do. you pull out, staring at him like his eyes holds stars and oscar can't help but feel overwhelmed by all the adoration he sees in your eyes. you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. "i'm so proud of you, my pretty boy" and even though you mean it, a hint of teasing can be heard and oscar groans, pulling you in a new hug to hide his face in your neck "if you call me that again, i think i'm gonna die" he mumbles against your skin. you laughs, one of your hands slides in his messy curls, your fingers playing with it. you will never get over how cute your boyfriend is when you call him pretty.

✹ charles leclerc

he absolutely loves it and won't deny it, even if he gets a bit shy when you call him pretty. he can't control it, his heart gets warm and the butterflies in his stomach goes crazy.

you were getting ready for a cute date and charles was wearing a new shirt, with flowers on it. as soon as he's ready, you lock your arms around his neck and you look at him with a big smile on your face. after planting a sweet peck on his lips, one of your hands cup his cheek. "you're so pretty, baby", your voice is full of adoration and honesty and charles' smiles gets wider. "thank you, chérie", he says softly and he immediately pulls you for a gentle kiss, hoping that you didn't notice the way his cheeks has redden, but you didn't miss it.

✹ carlos sainz

he loves it, like really loves it. he finds it funny tbh. and he won't hesitate to give the word back to you.

"woah, what a pretty boy", you look at him showing you his brand new haircut. he laughs, posing in front of you a little more before joining you on the sofa, pulling you on his lap and placing a kiss on your nose. "got pretty for my pretty girl, we are such a pretty couple", you both giggles before sharing a kiss, laughing and smiling against each other's lips. but, even if he doesn't want to admit it, carlos can feel his heart beating a bit faster and a sweet feeling in his stomach when he hears you call him pretty.

✹ lewis hamilton

he would get so shy, make it seems like he doesn't like it and it annoys him but he can't hide it for long, he always ends up with a big smile on his face and a heart beating faster than it should.

"ahhh, stop it y/n", he whines as you continue to leave kisses all over his face, sitting on his lap. "but, you're so pretty!", you say, cupping his cheeks to look at him in the eyes. he groans, acting annoyed by pulling you out of his lap and you try your best to fight the smile creeping on your lips. you both know that he's just flustered and wants to hide his red cheeks. "come on, baby, let me finish my kisses", he doesn't fight you when you climb back on his lap but he crosses his arms, trying to hold onto his character and you laugh softly, going back to leaving small pecks all over his face. it doesn't take long before he finally smiles, his hands finding your waist to pull you close and kiss you back. he just can't resist you.

✹ george russell

he always tries to ignore the way it makes him feel and act unbothered but he can't fight the way his body warm and a smile instinctively forms on his lips. he just loves getting praised by you.

"baby, can you pass me the knife, please?" you ask, preparing the vegetables and george, who has been helping and watching you cook for an hour now, hand you the knife as fast as he can. you turn to face him, placing your free hand on his neck to pull him close, "thank you, pretty boy", you says softly and he places a kiss on your lips, smiling softly "you're welcome" he says, trying to sound as neutral as he can and you pout, acting disappointed, "what? you don't like when i call you that?", you know that he do. you just want to hear it. he looks at you, a playful smile forms on his lips. "i know what you're doing", he chuckles and pulls you for another kiss. you end up both laughing, george's heart feeling full.

✹ max verstappen

he gets all nervous and doesn't know how to act anymore. like, if you want to make a mess of this man, just call him pretty.

max have been acting flirty all day, enjoying teasing you and seeing you all flustered in front of other people. you tried your best to keep your cool all day, playfully punching him from time to time or just laughing it off. but when you two end up alone at the end of the day, you're finally able to get your revenge. you start making out, getting more and more touchy and needy. "take off your shirt, pretty boy", you whisper in his ear, and max almost startle. a playful smile forms on your lips and you don't even have to look at him to know that his cheeks are now red. after a good minute of no reaction from him, you finally meet his eyes, giving him a confused look. "is everything okay?", you try to hide your teasing tone but max doesn't miss it, a playful grin finally forming on his lips and he chuckles; "naughty girl".

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verstappen-cult · 3 months

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GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH THE BOYS | F1 GRID

INTRODUCING THE BOYS. lando norris. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. max verstappen. alex albon. daniel ricciardo. mick schumacher. logan sargeant. BONUS. . . lance stroll.

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

it stared with a couple of innocent kisses in lando’s driver room before the race. you don’t usually engage in that kind of behavior at least until after a race, but lando was feeling a little under the weather and while you were only trying to comfort him, he had other plans. and, well, if that makes him feel better you won’t deny him a little bit of fun. now, you’re straddling your boyfriend’s thighs, it’s hot and you want to rip your top and his fireproofs off, and lando, as always, is one step ahead of you. his hands slip under your shirt, the pad of his fingers softly caressing your skin as his lips find the pulse point on your neck. you don’t know if the whimper you hear belongs to you or lando, the only thing you know is that the race can wait a few minutes.

“lando it’s time to g–” you don’t hear the end of the sentence because lando’s race engineer it’s too stunned to finish speaking. you’re quick to jump off of your boyfriend’s lap, but you’ve been caught and it’s impossible to deny what you were doing, there’s evidence on yours and lando’s face. the man just laughs and closes the door, saying something about keeping his head clear of any distraction.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

you were just trying to help charles clean his shirt after you spilled your drink on top of him. but he was so close to you, his breath tickling your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine, and it just happened. the kiss was shy at first, both of you uncertain of what you were doing. but then you were being lifted up by charles and sat down on the sink, legs immediately parting to make room for him. you didn’t care that you were in dani’s guest bathroom and anyone could walk in on you, you also didn’t care when charles’ hands found your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh while his mouth kept the assault in yours, neither did you care when those same hands lifted your dress up, up and up until you could clearly feel the effect your kisses were making on him.

you were ready to ask charles to do something when the door opened startling you both. charles stepped away and you jumped off the sink, trying to brush your hair and looked presentable to the owner of the house who was now looking at you, surprise written all over his face before bursting out laughing. “guys! you won’t believe this!” it only took a panicked looked between you and charles for the boy to sprint down the hallway to try and shut his friend up.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

you don’t know if australia has something in the air or if being in oscar’s childhood bedroom is making you feel a certain way. but the second the door closes, you’re leading him to the bed. oscar is a little uncertain at first and looks like he’s about to say something, but the words die in his throat the moment your lips find his. he doesn’t wait a minute in taking control, and lays you down on the bed, his body on top of yours. then your impromptu kissing session it’s not enough, you need to feel him closer, you want his hands everywhere.

“would you like some lemonade?” it’s too late for you to pretend to be doing something else than being in an intense making out session when oscar’s mom, the woman you’ve just met that same day, opens the door. when she sees the scene, she quickly closes her eyes, hiding behind her hands. it would make you laugh if it were any other situation. oscar doesn’t move but looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “i did not see a thing!” you would pretty much prefer for the earth to swallow you whole than to face the woman again.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

it’s not max’s fault that you look so, so good in that damn dress that all he wants is to rip it off of you. if the FIA gala wasn’t so important—it’s not. not for him, at least—he would get out of there immediately. instead, he has to settle with crowding you against a wall in a secluded corner of the building when he finally has some time for you. he can barely keep his hands to himself, and is touching you even before you can feel his lips against yours. max whispers sweet nothings as his lips go from your mouth to your neck and then up again, making you feel dizzy. he lifts your dress up around your thighs, and you allow him access in a heartbeat, not caring about anything but how addicting his kisses are.

“ejem,” a cough makes max pull away, and doesn’t hesitate on shielding your body with his, giving you enough time to fix up your clothes. “we’re next.” christian horner tries to look at anywhere but you, and you don’t know if you’re supposed to laugh or feel ashamed. both, probably. max dismisses him with a simple nod of his head, and once you’re alone, max goes back to what he was doing before. you still have a few minutes to spare, he says.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

you were having the time of your life choosing an outfit for a party next week, your boyfriend waiting for you just outside the changing room; you actually were focused on trying to zip up a beautiful black dress you had chosen when the door opened, revealing alex with a mischievous smile on his face. as quick as he opened it, he closed it behind him. you didn’t question him, it’s definitely not the first time he’s done something like this, so, you, more than happy, welcomed him with open arms and a set of pink and plump lips. and alex is immediately swiping his tongue across your bottom lip and kissing your properly—kissing you so slow while gently cupping your face, trying to take as much as he wants from you, and you’re ready to give it to him freely.

“is someone there?” a girl’s voice startles you both, but before you can think of hiding alex or saying something—not that you can with your boyfriend’s mouth against yours—she’s opening the door. neither you nor alex know what to do other than to stay very still and very quiet, as if that would make the girl forget what she saw.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

you told daniel that hiding in the airplane bathroom to make out wasn’t a good idea, but you still got up and went voluntarily when he gave you the signal. waiting for him to knock was torture, you were pretty sure you were going to get caught. but when you opened the door and your boyfriend pulled you in to finally kiss you, you forgot about everything. the way daniel kisses should be illegal—how he lets you take the lead until your kisses become sloppy and your head feels dizzy and you can’t keep up with it because it feels so good. then he takes control, gripping your waist with such force it’ll leave marks; the mere thought makes you weak in the knees.

“open up! you can’t do that in here.” a huge knock on the door makes you pull away, but daniel doesn’t let you go, chasing after you until you give up and kiss him again. this time the kisses are more intense and the tiny bathroom it’s too warm and you’re wearing too many clothes. the person behind the door is forgotten the moment daniel gets so close that you become one. you’re already in trouble, so, it’s doesn’t matter if you stay a few more minutes in there.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

kissing at clubs is not something you would’ve done in the past, not even when lights are so low and no one cares what the person next to you is doing. but ever since you started dating mick, there are a lot of things you’ve already done that you never thought you would do. and making out in a corner of the club with mick pressing against the window, his body molding into yours just in the right spots is definitely one of them. mick is practically knocking the air out of your lungs with the way he’s kissing you, and you have to hold onto his shoulders afraid of melting to the ground. you don’t know where you are, and you really don’t care as long as mick keeps kissing you like that, so you don’t push him away when you feel his hand making its way up your thigh, getting closer to where you need him the most.

but then you hear people laughing. mick pulls away first, groaning for being interrupted, but then you look around and you’re right next to the bathroom from where a group of girls are walking out. you feel all the blood in your body rushing to your face, they look amused but you want to disappear. you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest and don’t look up until mick is the one lifting your chin up to kiss you. this time he takes your hand while saying something about going home to finish what you started.

★ — LOGAN SARGEANT (2)

it’s childish. and all of you are adults. you definitely should not be playing truth or dare in a party like thirteen years old. however, you don’t say anything when oscar dares you to spend seven minutes in the closet with logan. it’s true you both have been dancing around each other for a while now, what you didn’t know it’s that it was so obvious for everyone around you too. the cheering from your friends dies down when the door closes and you and logan are alone. you look into each other’s eyes for a minute, pure silence in the secluded space, then logan glances down at your lips and you suck in a sharp breath when you realize he’s asking for permission. your eyelashes flutter as you take a step closer, and he wraps his arms around your waist without a trace of hesitation. you’re gasping into his mouth the next second, his lips warm and soft. his fingers brush along your jaw and, in that moment, you decide this won’t be the last time you’re gonna be tasting his lips, you want to do it every hour of every day.

but then the door opens and you immediately pull away as if you’ve been burned. there are a lot of eyes looking between you and logan for a moment before someone shouts “fucking finally!” and everyone’s laughing and cheering. when you look at logan again, he has a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

★ — LANCE STROLL (18)

lance made sure you two were alone in his parent’s house before taking you in his arms and sitting on the couch. he smiles at you with the same bright and pretty smile that stole your heart one time two years ago as you run your hands through lance’s hair, down his neck and over his shoulders, letting them rest on his chest. lance grabs onto your waist and meets your lips halfway, all his body relaxing immediately. he kisses you so softly but determined, licking into your mouth when you give him access, like it’s his last day on earth and he needs you to keep breathing, surviving. you let his hands roam freely over your body and you can feel your heart pounding so hard, almost as if it’s gonna jump out of your chest and you can’t do anything about it. when your boyfriend’s hands graze your lower back for a second before grabbing your arse, a tiny mewl escapes you.

and as you’re about to grind down, “oh my god!” lance’s sister screams in surprise. you both look at her, more embarrassed than afraid. you know your cheeks and ears are as pink as the shirt you’re wearing, and you feel like your skin is actually burning. ”well, i guess we had the same thought.” she says stepping aside, her boyfriend coming into view with a shy smile on his face.

requested by @biancathecool. . . The boys (individually) Nd fem!reader getting caught making out, with the driver having thier hands shoved down their gfs pants or up their shirt 🫠❤️ Alsin if you could please add lance in this one.

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IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE F1 DRIVERS

Wondering what it would be like to date the f1 drivers? 😏

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warnings: not much, fluff?, implied smut, (smut?), dirty thoughts, mentions of breeding kink, cursing.

Max Verstappen

-he's your biggest fan. in every way possible. he loves to support you, to admire you, to see you happy.

-you're his biggest love. he didn't think he could fall for someone that hard. he's completely whipped and everyone knows it.

-gets jealous a lot, but doesn't always show it, although you know better. he doesn't like it when other men look at what's his.

-that's why he has decided that from now on every man will know who you belong to. either by covering your soft neck in bruises or making you walk out of the bathroom with your cunt stuffed of his cum. he absolutely enjoys seeing you squirm all night and try not to make it obvious to everyone in the room that his seed is dripping down your bare legs.

-he loves how submissive you are for him. of course you love being a spoiled brat sometimes just for the fun of it, because then he gets feral. and you always know it’s gonna end in a lot of orgasms.

“I thought you wanted to be a brat? What happened, schat? Fucked your tiny brain out?” his thrusts hit a spot inside your pussy that makes you see stars. He slaps your cheek to get your attention, knowing you’re going dumb already.

All you can do is cry out and shake your head. You can’t talk. You can’t even think. You’re too busy trying to jerk away from his harsh thrusts.

You know he doesn’t like it when you don’t answer him.

“Talk.” he snaps, squeezing your cheeks tightly then slapping you again.

“YES daddy. Sorry for b-being a brat. Please, please! Make me cum!”

Lewis Hamilton

-spoils you all the time; expensive jewelry, cars, clothes, lingerie, vacations… whatever you need or want. also, his card is always on your phone. he insists you use it anytime you want.

“Get yourself something nice, baby… I want to see you dripping with my wealth. You are my beautiful little wife.”

-will always have a hand on you. in the car while he's driving, on your b*tt when you're walking, on your thigh when you're having dinner with your parents and his fingers successfully rub a spot on your clit through your panties that makes you twitch and moan every time. thankfully, your parents were oblivious.

-kisses the ground you walk on. he's a grown man and isn't afraid to show you how a real man loves his woman.

-especially when he's between your legs, showing you how you deserve to be treated.

“Come on, princess… gimme one more. You’d do anything for daddy, isn’t that right princess?” he softly rubs your cheek with his finger, thrusting a little bit more inside your tight and overstimulated cunt.

“D-daddy… too much. I don’t think I can…” you whimper stupidly, still slightly shaking with the intensity of the last orgasm you just had about 2 minutes ago.

He smirks. “Of course you can, baby. Don’t you want daddy’s babies? Hm?”

He loves how pathetic you get after a few good orgasms. He knows he’s the best you ever had. He can make you cum anywhere, anytime. You let him do whatever he wants to you.

Carlos Sainz

-can be possessive at times, but loves to show you off. you are his most prized possession.

when he met you, he knew he wanted to date to get married, not like the relationships he had before.

-takes you everywhere with him; vacations, races. he can't stand being away from you.

-he secretly fantasizes about you carrying his children. until one night after a baby shower when he confesses to you.

“Mi amor… You don’t know how beautiful you looked today with my niece in your arms. I can’t wait to get you pregnant. Make you my precious wife.”

His touch on your thigh gives you goosebumps, and you suddenly feel impossibly aroused by his confession. He didn’t even need to ask. You’d give him as many kids as he wants.

He recognizes the look in your eyes. The craving, the lust. He knows you like the back of his hand. “You’d like that, no? To walk around all round and heavy with my child. To make these tiny tits swell and burst with the sweetest milk…” he grabs at your breasts and squeezes, making you moan in response.

“Yes, papi. I want to have your babies… please touch me…”

Lando Norris

-you're his best friend. his rock, the girl of his dreams.

-datind lando is the most intense experience of your life. he is a fierce lover. but loves to be soft for you sometimes

-he loses his mind when you're being bossy with him, showing off your bold attitude.

-especially when you're making him beg for you.

“What did you say?” You smirk, hovering on top of him, teasing him sometimes with a swift rub of your wet pussy on his erect and red cock.

Poor baby, you edged him for too long and he couldn’t take it anymore. His cock twitches every few seconds and you know he isn’t going to last too long.

“Please, baby… fuck, please.” His voice is hoarse when he talks, probably from all the moans you pulled out of him already. “Let me fuck you, I need it. I have so much cum for you baby… Please.”

You moan at his words and decide to stop the torture. You needed him too. Nothing compares to the way he stretches your sweet little pussy. Quickly, you align yourself with his cock and sink in, making the both of you moan loudly.

Charles Leclerc

-you're eye candy for this man. ever since he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you.

-he loves to have you at the races. he's constantly trying to show off and be the best, because he loves the look on your face when he wins or he's doing good.

-he's going to be the most romantic man you've ever had. he's always touching you, always tells you what an angel you are, how beautiful you look, what a good girl you always are for him…

-ESPECIALLY if you’re bent over his lap while he’s driving and you’re sloppily sucking on his cock.

“Mm, fuck. That’s is, mon ange, suck my cock. You’re such a naughty girl.” he mocks you almost, and it makes you even more eager to show him who’s in charge. for once.

Gagging a little, you take more of his length in your mouth, forcing your throat open. Suddenly, you feel his hand slap your ass hard and you can’t control the loud moan that threatened to escape you. Your throat squeezes his head perfectly then, and he lifts his hips up a little, hissing at the sensation.

“Gonna make me cum, baby, fuck.”

Your efforts double when you hear that, and you wrap your small hand around his cock, starting to pump his hard, heavy shaft. Your swollen lips are still wrapped around his head, licking and sucking on it desperately, waiting for his hot, salty cum.

The car stops abruptly and you assume he just pulled over. His hand then snatches your hair in a messily done ponytail and forces your head down his cock, making you cry and gag uncontrollably.

“Take it. You greedy girl. Take my fucking cum. Fuck.”

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