#never not maxplaining

[rb9]

Maxiel or Lestappen, and why?

(I'm a Maxiel girlie. Not wanting to shit on other people's ships - I like Daniel, Max, and Charles, but I see more shipping potential between Daniel and Charles than I do with Max and Charles.)

this is honestly such a tough one for me bc i love them all

i think i’d probably have to say maxiel. max and daniel are probably one of my all time favourite driver line ups and i think daniel had a huge impact on max as a person in his early years in f1 and them as teammates played a big part in my love for f1

but

charles and max’s rivals to besties pipeline is EVERYTHING to me. and i am such a huge fan of both of them

also

the dancharles vegas story keeps me up at night. i am too nosy of a person i NEED to know what happened.

so i guess maybe all of the above ??

[khristie16]

A Game On Red

about: two ferrari boys are madly obsessed with you, they do whatever it takes to keep their pr manager just for themselves warnings: daddy kink, size kink, guys are toxic, reader is innocent, jealousy, kidnapping, primal play, cnc, smut based on these requests: one two info: this was suppose to be one short post but I decided to make it into like two or three parts. It’d be a shame to make one long post taking so long to write since I make extra effort writing this plus not giving you anything to read. Hope you’ll like it the same as me. words count: 2K. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“He thought he could overtake me that easily hahah”

Max was just maxplaining to you about other drivers on the grid. You had to laugh at him for acting like this. He was a literal God out there and he knew that as well. You liked his goofy side and you always had such a nice time with Max having around. As you were smiling at Max and listening to him, you felt this uneasy feeling spreading through your body. As if something was stabbing you in your back. You shivered a little and turned around to see what is it. Carlos was standing there with his arms crossed and determined look on his face, boring his eyes into you like as if you broke an unspoken rule between the two of you. You were looking at him, trying to figure out what this is about, but as you kept thinking about it, by the time his feature changed. A devilish smile displaying his face. You looked at him confused as ever as he walked away from the open space.

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“Where have I put the document??” “YN”

Your arm flew to the side where the vessel was standing, bringing it to the pieces as you broke it with your maneavour. You looked around.

“Charles?” “Can I have a quickie with you cherie?” “Of course!”

He chuckled at your comment and you didn't know what was so funny about it. As you were behind Charles following him to the suite next to your office, you saw Carlos sitting on the red couch in the middle of the room. You gulped slightly from the memory of the previous encounter with him. Carlos could be scary sometimes, you knew that from before, sometimes he looked so mad because of something happened during the race, but the look was never meant towards you. The look in his eyes could do harm. And they did to you not so long ago.

“So, guys, what do you need me for?” “A lot of things actually..”

Charles spoke to you alone, Carlos was just watching you as your wandering eyes find out. His eyes went slightly lower to your hips, just then you realized you're trampling on the spot. You immediately shut that down and placed your hands by your side.

“Dímelo cariño… do you know what is a primal play?” “Primal what?” “Primal play cherie”

You looked at both of them confused. You were lost at what they are asking you. You haven't ever heard that before and you got disempowered all of a sudden. You hated the fact they were talking about something realated to the job since you are their pr manager, and after all of this years of work in this field, you have never encountered such thing. It was embarassing enough for you.

“Why you looking sad cherie?”

You looked up again while hemming the shirt you had on.

“I am?”

You've heard Carlos groaned a little. You jumped on your spot from such sound. It couldn't possibly come out of his mouth. It was so animalistic.

“yes, you are cherie.” “Well.. I haven't heard of it. There is no such thing in my scripts either. Is this something new from the grid?”

They both bursted out loud and laughed at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and felt shame spreading through your body. When they finally stopped, Carlos looked at you again. You hoped he felt pain in the stomach for such hard laughing before.

“I can count on that you wanted to try it out with Max, didn't you?” “W-what?” “Don't play innocent cherie.” “No I-”

Carlos big fist landed on the table next to him startling you once again. You looked at him in disbelief from such behavior. It was your job afterall to untie them from the leash before meeting media. You couldn't let him walk out of there to be seen like this on cameras.

“Too bad for you cariño. We are the ones to have it from you.”

This gaze again. The harsh big brown eyes on your face. You felt your eyes watering . Charles rushed to you.

“Oh cherie, don't cry baby girl. You will like it, I promise.” “I-I sti-ll don't k-know what this has to do with j-job g-guys.” “Well you want us to behave the best right? You might help us with that. So it is kinda your job to take care of it” “Take care of what?”

Charles was out of your sight now and you were looking at Carlos. Trying to find answers in his face but none for your finding. You got a little impatient, you hated to be left out off knowledge. You didn't know what was happening and your vision got black the next second, your breath was caught by the material harassing your nostrils. All you could hear before your consciousness turned black were those words: Poor girl, we will catch you running baby girl..

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Your head hurt like hell. You breathe stiffly and your neck is sore. As you managed to open your eyes, two men in red sitting in front of you, watching you patiently. You spoke but in vain. You hardly could make a sound.

“I've told you to be more gentle with her.” “i can't help myself” “She's tiny Carlos” “oh, I love that about her”

You regained your focus again as those two were whispering to each other. You become aware you are tied up to a chair and having different clothes on. Red dress that give off the vibe the material brightens when exposed to light. Your heels were the same as you remember.

“Guys. what are you doing, w-why I have d-diffe-erent clothes on?” “We changed you cariño.”

You gulped. It meant they touched you when you weren't awake. They've seen you naked. And bare. Most of the time you don't wear panties if not neccessery.

“You have no idea how hard I had to restrain myself from that sweet little cunt of yours.”

You gasped in shock. You thought you're in a nightmare of some sort. Some fucked up dream, this couldn't be real. Just this morning you were getting your nice cup of coffee and heading to work. You've been working for these guys for few months now and they've always seemed so good. And now you look at them with disbelief and betrayal.

“You are sick.” “Cariño..”

Carlos stood up and went slowly towards you. Just now you've managed to see they have changed as well. Carlos had tight material hugging his torso and arms, leaving no imagination to his beautifully shredded muscles on his stomach. You took a look and went right back up to look elsewhere for not wanting to be confronted about this. But it was too late.

“Are you eye fucking me cariño?”

Charles appeared by his teammate's side, looking good as ever. His torso was visible with the shirt unbuttoned at chest with his veiny arms hanging beside him. His long beautiful fingers covered in rigs that made your thighs clench together once again once more. Charles reached his hand towards your face and cupped your cheek. You leant into his touch feeling dizzy. His piercing green eyes looking at you from upper hand and giving you a hard time not to smile at him. He was the cutest to you.

“We had to change you cherie. It's for the game.” “What game?”

Charles walked past you, making him stand in the position right back at you. Leaving his fingers play with your neck and slowly making its way to your collabore. You quietly hissed and felt the warm spread through your body. He rode his finger under the hem of your dress and peaked on your breasts. You stiffed by his approach and looked terrified to Carlos calm look.

“The primal play.” “What?” “You run, we chase. If we catch, we fuck. Simple rules.”

Carlos went closer to you, hovering over you, your eyes right in the level of his crotch.

“Are you trying to tell us cherie, that you are not attracted to us? That you don't want my fingers in your tight wet pussy?”

“I bet she is wet by now.”

Your watery eyes got to their peak and tears were lining down your cheeks. You looked down ashamed of yourself trying to hide from them.

“For hiding will be enough time cariño. Show me those tears.”

He tucked at your chin to pull it up. He was directly looking into your eyes. His big brown eyes warm, giving you some time to breathe and relax as you melt under his gaze. This gaze that was following you all the time since you’ve started working for them. You missed his old self.

“Que preciosa.” He murmured to himself

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You drove a long way from the place. You didn’t know if it was a house or some old tavern, all you knew it has to be away from curious people around. At least that's what you thought, because the boys didn't forget to blindfold you. And you thought if you saw some woman being blindfolded with two men by her side, you wouldn’t let it go. For you right now in this situation, it meant you’re completely alone with them. It must have been dark outside already, you felt the cold creeping in on the seats you were sitting on. You were shivering as you tried to warm up.

“Don't worry cariño. You will warm up enough when running.”

Charles remained silent. You knew he was sitting next to you because occasionally he put his hand on your thigh and caressed your skin. You were happy for such moments. You only knew boys like that, being nice and always treating you with respect. So you were glad it was at least as close as to it as it was before. Your thinking got interrupted as the car started to slow down and your body stretched upwards, expecting that you had already arrived at the place. You heard the click of the belts and at that moment your breath ran out. It‘s happening.

The piece of cloth you had tied around your eyes was torn off and your eyes slowly began to adjust to the environment. It didn't take much time because it was really dark outside. Carlos wrapped his arms around you and looked down on you. He was smiling at you as if he expected something from you and was looking forward to taking everything you had to offer. You slowly turned back to the front where Charles had stood a moment ago.

“You have a choice here.You either play with us and follow the rules Carlos mentioned back at the house, or you will withdraw from the game, but you will have to resign as our PR manager. We just couldn't longer watch you making eyes at next riders anymore. So, what do you choose?”

Charles left you in a state of distress. You barely blinked and perceived the world around you. The thought of losing your job was incomprehensible. You loved your job and couldn't imagine ever getting rid of it. You knew you weren't in a position to explain moral behavior to them right now. It would obviously be useless. They thought that you were way too friendly with someone else and their unreal obsession developed into something like this. Although this was blackmail, there was no other way to deal with it. And the fact that you were excited about the game, you quickly shoved it to the back of your mind, because it was incomprehensible for you to admit that something like that might appeal to you.

You slowly and cautiously nodded your agreement. Charles smiled at you but Carlos didn't share that enthusiasm. He tugged at your arm and looked at you with that look.

“Words cariño”

“Y-yes.”

The game was on.

[theemporium]

What about Max maxplaining Trouble? Like not to Trouble, but about Trouble to someone. He’s just gushing about her or maybe he’s telling someone that no they can’t do “x” b/c that’s not the way Trouble prefers it done. And everyone is just so confused about why Max knows something so random about Trouble.

kinda made this into a wee sick fic but enjoy! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Max, I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Sorry for taking your health seriously. Now, give Danny the phone.”

If someone told you that Max Verstappen was an overbearing mother hen before you met him, you would have laughed in their face. You had heard many things about him, and that certainly wasn’t one you would have believed. Even in the early stages of your friendship, you would have never really pegged him as the type. He was caring, yes. 

But this? This was a whole new level.

You were sick. Nothing crazy or insane, just a simple flu that left you feeling a bit under the weather and longing for your bed. But apparently to Max, it was equivalent to you being on your deathbed. 

Unfortunately for him, he had to fly out to England for a few meetings at the factory that required his presence. He tried arguing Christian over the phone about it, but ultimately lost that battle and was forced to take his private jet out.

You made the mistake in thinking that you would be able to get a few days of quiet rest to recover. Because only mother hen Max Verstappen would send someone to do exactly what he would do if he was able to stay by your side.

“Did you get her a blanket?”

Daniel tried to suppress his laughter and remain serious as he held your phone in his hand, watching Max on the screen scrutinising every little detail about your setup in your bed.

“Yes, I—”

“You got the wrong blanket,” Max stated bluntly.

You sighed. “Max, it’s fine—”

“Stop saying that, schatz, when it’s not,” Max retorted before his focus returned to the Aussie. “She likes the cream one in the hallway cupboard. Should be on the third shelf.”

Daniel nodded. “Right, got it.” 

“Did you get her medicine?”

“Oh yeah,” Daniel said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I got her some cough syrup from the pharmacy down the—”

“Which flavour?”

“Cherry,” Daniel said.

Max scoffed. “Mate, she hates cherry. You need to get the orange flavoured one.”

“Max,” you groaned as you nuzzled yourself further into the endless amount of pillows your boyfriend had made Daniel surround you in. “Cherry is fine. I just have to take a spoonful once a day, or whatever it is.”

“Three times a day,” Max said, his brows furrowed together. “And you hate artificial cherry flavouring. You said it makes you want to throw up.”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

“I’ll get her the orange flavoured one,” Daniel said with a laugh, finding it adorable how caring Max was. “Anything else, helicopter boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Max grumbled. “But yes. I have left menus on the kitchen counter, I’ll send you what she likes and what she wants to get but always refuses until it’s in front of her. Also, there should be a list of movies I sent you that are her comfort movies that you can—”

“This is creepy, Verstappen, it’s like you’re my stalker or something,” you muttered, even if your heart was swooning at the small details he remembered about you.

“Lil’ Maxie just loves his Trouble,” Daniel grinned wildly. “He doesn’t shut up about you. He could probably go on for hours if we let him.”

“More like days,” Max corrected before he continued to explain everything you would need to his friend, whilst you laid there with a fond smile on your face.

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never letting go of the fact that before max would maxplain to charles he'd do it to lance.

[ferrstappen]

maxplaining 2.0 l Max Verstappen blurb

note: hello! i was working on another piece and a TikTok popped up of mini Max and mini Charles, and it was so cute watching mini Max maxplaining already, and I just had this idea, hope you like it! Also, this is taken from the two previous dad!Max I've posted, so we're back with the twins!

Remember to please show it some love, feedback and reblog are always very very appreciated, and tomorrow I'll be working on some requests and the Taylor Swift collection <3

pairing: dad!Max Verstappen x female reader

warnings: none

summary: Luca Verstappen's first press conference during his karting career. turns out, he even speaks like his dad.

It was a small press conference, really.

Still, local reporters were covering and asking questions, also interested on the fact that Max Verstappen's son was following the very big footsteps of his father.

Mila was constantly asking why she was forced to come to her twin's press conference, she has to listen to him at home and school, wasn't that enough? A lot of personality for a ten year old girl, but was easily convinced by a pair Gucci ballet flats, ignoring the questioning glare from his wife, who reminded him that she has to learn that not everything comes with a recompense, and a ten year old does not need that many pairs of designer shoes.

He didn't care, though. Whatever Mila wanted, whatever she got. What was the reason of having all that money if he couldn't spoil his loved ones?

People sometimes forgot about the karting race in front of them, instead watching as Max's deep blue eyes studied every move made by Luca on the track. At the same time, he managed to squeeze your hand and waist whenever you gasp at the speed or turns, not being a fan of your son following the motorsport path.

Of course Luca won, he was every bit as talented as his father. Max smiled and hugged his son with pride, giving him his best smile, highlighting every good thing he did, lovingly asking him if he was okay and trying to reassure him.

That's what he would've wanted to hear from his dad, or at least that's what you thought before kneeling in front of Luca and giving him a short congratulatory hug, knowing he was at the age where every bit of affection ended with Luca muttering "Mum", trying to hide his embarrassment.

The three of you stood on the back, not wanting to get in the way of Luca's moment after winning. She'd deny it, but Mila gave her twin a thumbs up while making eye contact with him.

Of course the first question was for Luca, asking him about his race overall.

The young Verstappen boy took a deep breath before he started talking. And then he couldn't stop...

"This is my first win, we were very fast and my opponent made a mistake so I could pass him first and then stay in the first position so I could win. We still have more races but we are happy with the results and hope we can keep winning, but we have too keep working hard, I know I will work and try to better myself so that I can give my best..."

"Mama, he's talking too much. It's embarrassing," Mila whispered on your ear, earning a glare from you.

When he finished answering the question, he instantly started talking to the boy next to him, explaining something about the track and brakes, even gesticulating to make his point.

Of course, Max was oblivious to the fact that Luca was almost the same person as him, never really being aware of his own tendencies to explain things on his own words.

Back home, after putting Mila and Luca to sleep and heading to the bedroom where Max was already waiting for you, carefully hitting your side of the bed, signaling that it was time to go to bed.

So needy.

As soon as your body touched the mattress, Max rolled over and draped his arm over your waist, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. Meanwhile, you opened TikTok to slow down before going to sleep.

The first video was one of today, Luca animatedly talking and moving his hands. Then, it cut to one of a flushed Max doing the exact same thing.

"What are you laughing about?" Max lifted his head to check whatever was on your phone.

Lucaexplaining? Maxplaining 2.0? Versplaining? What's the best name?

"What are they talking about?" Max frowned while reading some comments.

Laughing at his cluelessness, you kissed the top of his head and put your phone down, noticing Max's breaths slowed down as you ran your hands through his hair.

You'd choose your talkative boys any day.

[f0point5]

Jealous Emilia after they get together plss I am beggingggg cook this for us plssssss 🙏🙏🙏

Not me rewriting this no less than four times and still hating it 😂 but it’s not going to get any better haha. This was hard to write because I actually don’t see Emilia as the jealous type. I kind of drew off a lot of her known insecurities and alluded to her kind of struggling with the “wag” role a bit so it’s not just her reacting poorly to Max being fawned over by a girl because I don’t think that would be true to her character. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

✨Set in Jeddah 2024✨

And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

If there’s one thing to be said for the Jeddah paddock, it’s pretty at sunset. You watch people moving through the paddock bathed in golden light. The ground looks like the yellow brick road. Even though it’s getting cooler now as it gets closer to qualifying, you still choose to sit inside Red Bull hospitality. You’re also sitting inside because Max said he wanted to hang out before quail. Even though he’s spent the last forty-five minutes talking to one of the hospitality guests.

Amy, something or other. She races GT cars in some series you’ve never heard of. You’re not sure what connections got her the invite to the garage but Max had been herded away by one of the media reps to take pictures with her so she must be someone’s daughter. They seem to have hit it off, you note. He’s in full maxplaining mode, bending down to the line of his own hand as he illustrates what looks like an apex. Amy isn’t even watching his hands, she’s watching Max. Hazel eyes just sparkling as she memorises every inch of him. Yeah, you know that look well enough.

And it’s not that you mind. He likes to talk racing, he likes racers. It’s not like you know what it feels like to driver a car at top speed, and more importantly you don’t want to know. The hot laps with Max were more than enough. You can’t be everything to him and you don’t need to be. You tell yourself you don’t want to be. It’s good he has other people to talk to, because it’s not like you can ever really understand his competitive streak. The man who knows nothing except how to win will not always be able to relate to the girl who has always been too afraid to lose.

No, it’s not bothering you that Max is talking to her. It’s bothering you that she has the most obvious crush on him since…no, actually, this is the most obvious crush ever. She’s played with her hair so many times you just know karma is going to make her bald someday. You hope you’re there somehow.

“Hey,”

You jump at the sound of Checo’s voice. He sits down at the end of the table, brandishing Kitkat, which he slides over to you.

“Max has made a new friend,” he says, nodding in Max’s direction.

You tear open the wrapper with far too much aggression. “So I see,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

“She races, right?”

You nod, biting into the chocolate. “GT, apparently,”

“Lots in common,” Checo says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “You have to watch your back,”

You know he’s joking. You know that in no universe are you in competition with her. And yet, his words sink under your skin under your blood is curdling at the sight of Max laughing at something Amy says.

“I don’t have to watch anything,” you say with shrug, turning towards Checo. “If she can take him she can have him.” You push your hair over one shoulder and run your tongue over your teeth.

“Whoa,” Checo chuckles, throwing his hands up like he’s being faced with a hungry lion. You suppose since he has a wife, he knows the look well enough. “I was joking.” When you don’t react, he shakes his head. “It’s Max,”

You know what he means. It’s Max, not Chuck Leclerc. It’s Max, not Danny Ric. It’s Max, not Checo. But it’s Max. You don’t have to worry he’s going to lose his mind over the actresses or supermodels, but he sure seems to be respectfully admiring his female alter ego.

It’s like he can sense you thinking about him, it’s uncanny, really. Out of the corner of your eye you can see him walking towards your table with Amy in tow.

Fake smile, it’s fine, she’s just a fan.

Max introduces you, and you smile and shake her hand and ask her if she having a nice day, because you’re Max’s girlfriend, so you owe it to him to be polite. She has no such obligation, although you might be imagining her flinch when Max says the word girlfriend.

“I think it’s the best day of my life,” she says in answer to your question. The telltale flicker of her eyes in Max’s direction as they sit down almost making you roll yours.

Max doesn’t notice, he’s more interested in taking your Kitkat out of your hand and taking a bite. He bites it so that all four sticks have the end missing and you wear you’ve never been so disgusted by this man. For a second, you think Amy can have him.

“Amy races GT cars, like the ones we tested in Portugal,” he says to you now, his hand disappearing under the table to rest on your thigh and trace circles with his thumb like it’s a habit. “We are just talking about setting up a test for her with Verstappen com,”

Oh, great. So not only is she utterly bewitched by the ocean eyes, you’re making her dreams come true. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Ah,” is all you say, sharing a look with a smirking Checo.

“That would really be such a dream come true,” Amy says, and you almost laugh. “I’m a big fan of yours, I think it’s so cool that you’re involved with things outside formula one. You should come to a race sometime. I owe you paddock passes,”

You met him three hours ago, and he isn’t even the one who invited you. Do you owe him a blowjob as well, Amy?

“Yeah. Our schedule is a bit hectic but yeah, it would be good to fit that in soon,” Max says, turning to you. “Right?”

What am I? The secretary? Because in case you didn’t notice, she didn’t fucking invite me.

You just shrug.

“GT racing doesn’t exactly draw the influencer crowd,” you are definitely not imagining the way her eyes slide over to you before she looks back at Max to say, “it’s really good racing,”

You zone out right then and there. It’s like your brain short circuits from the energy it’s taking not to reach over, grab this girl by her stringy extensions, and rip. If she and Max keep talking, you don’t hear it. You don’t want to hear it. You notice Checo noticing your discomfort, even as he engages the other two in conversation. For all his quirks, Checo reads human behaviour much better than Max. Though you don’t need to be a body language expert to see how much this girl likes him.

She looking at him like she wants to eat him, hanging on unspoken words, fingers twitching on the table like she’s desperate to touch him. And he’s nodding along, because they’re so aligned that whatever she says he agrees with, and the maxplaining is one-handed now but no less enthusiastic, and you’re about to dig your nails into his skin because he is not going to have one hand almost up your skirt while another woman is flirting with him.

All these thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of one of the Red Bull media managers.

“Amy, we were hoping to get some pictures of you with the car, if you’re free?”

“Yeah, sure, one second,” she says, turning to Max. “Which way is the garage again?” Like she doesn’t have someone who clearly just came from the garage standing right next to her.

“Just through there, keep going straight,” Max says, pointing to the corridor with engineers walking in and out. You give the girl the benefit of the doubt that she’s not that stupid, just desperate.

Reluctantly, she gets to her feet. “So, I’ll give you a call to set up the test?”

“Yeah, sure,” Max says. “Or you can call Raymond. He’ll put your team in touch with the right people,”

“Okay, awesome,” she says, leaning down enough that you can see right down her shirt. “It was really great to meet you. And I meant it about the GT race,” and then, as if remembering she can’t be rude, she glances at Checo. “You guys, too,”

You wave her off, and your smile doesn’t even fall. Because it’s funny. It’s funny that a grown woman would behave like that in front of a man’s girlfriend. It’s funny that a woman gunning for sponsorship would behave like you does regular shifts in something called the “Champagne Room”.

And it’s absolutely hilarious that Max turns to you, without a care in the world, and says, “I’ve got such a headache. I stood up into the cupboard in the garage, it hurt so bad,”

You give him tight smile and pull out your phone to text Lily to see if she’s still with Alex or if she’s free for a catch up.

“What?” You hear Max say above you. You ignore him. “What? She the-“ You look up just in time to see that Checo is mouthing something to Max. “Jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” you snap, leaning back in the your chair to glare at both of them. They give each a mocking grin. “Yeah, very funny,” this sets them off snickering like school kids. “Fuck both of you.”

You get up and stalk through the room and back towards the garage. You don’t even know what you’ll do when you get there since being Max’s girlfriend had put an end to you just wandering down the pitlane and allowed in any garage. Maybe you’ll just try and find GP. If Max doesn’t catch up to you first. You can hear him calling you.

“Leibling, wait,” he’s right behind you now, and you hear him almost stumbling as he leans forward to catch you by the wrist.

You shrug him off, but stop at the door to his driver room and push it open, jerking your head to order him inside. He may be a dick, but he still deserve for the whole team to know his business. He steps into the room, reaching for your waist but you move out of his way and leave him to close the door while you lean against the physio table on the other side of the room.

He sighs when he sees how you’re looking at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I mean, I did. Not at you. I didn’t think Checo was being serious,” he defends, and by the end of his sentence he’s fighting an incredulous smile and you squeeze the edge of the physio bench to stop yourself pulling your hair. Or his.

How can this guy understand complex tyre strategy but not basic human interaction?

“You didn’t think he was serious that I was annoyed by someone flirting with you in front of me?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “And that I wouldn’t be annoyed at you making fun of me for it?”

Max scoffs. “She wasn’t flirting with me,”

“Oh, please.” You let out a scoff of your own. “You didn’t notice me flirting with you for three years, do not pretend you’re an expert,”

“I noticed,” Max argues, “I just didn’t take it seriously,”

“Which is why you have no leg to stand on,”

“Right, because I was just supposed to believe that you suddenly-“

“It wasn’t exactly sudden-“

“For God’s sake,” Max groans, an expression of abject confusion twisting his face. “What are we even fighting about?”

“You enjoying Lella Lombardi over there slobber all over you, and enjoying it,” the exasperation gets worse when Max’s eyes widen like this is the first he’s hearing of this entire discussion.

“I’m- she- what?” He splutters, his head shaking in disbelief. “Is this one of those Tiktok pranks?”

“I get that she’s a pilot and that makes her automatically interesting, but until I hear otherwise, you’re still in a relationship,”

Max looks at you like you’ve grown a second head; shock, concern, and a good amount of unadulterated disgust. “You can’t think I was looking at her…like that,”

The way he says it, like he’s afraid to catch cooties, like it’s it’s inconceivable, like you didn’t still have bruises of your hips in the shape of his fingertips, takes all the fight out of you. Checo was right; it’s Max. It’s feels like someone’s let all the air out of a balloon. Your shoulders slump and you sigh.

“Because that would be crazy?” You lift yourself onto the physio bench as you speak. You’re not even really sure what you’re asking. “Max Verstappen, who likes only one thing on earth, that one thing being racing, attracted to another driver rather than his influencer accessory girlfriend?”

“Actually, I like two things,” he says with that boyish smirk that has been making your stomach do backflips for longer than you care to admit.

“Stop laughing at me,” you whine, fighting the urge to smile.

“I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that she upset you. I’m sorry that I upset you,” he says, taking a careful step closer to you, but he stops there. “Even if I don’t know what I did,”

He really has no idea. He is painfully, adorably clueless.

“Nothing,” you say, because you don’t know either. Sometimes it’s just inexplicably overwhelming being Max Verstappen’s girlfriend. “Just you being you, I guess,”

Max frowns at that. “I didn’t know being myself was so offensive,” he mumbles, and you instantly feel guilty. You of all people shouldn’t make him feel bad for how much space he takes up. You of all people know how much that bothers him.

“No, it’s not that. It’s not-“ you struggle for a way to explain it. Max takes the opportunity to cross the rest of the room and stand in front of you, his expression telling you he’s waiting for you to finish. “It’s not about who you are, but sometimes the way people act around you is just…and you’re so used to it, you don’t even…you just forget who you are sometimes, Max,”

He nods soberly. “Yeah. I do, and I’m sorry,” he says. He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls your legs apart and slots between them as he drags you to the edge of the bench so that you’re pressed against him, leaning back to look up at him. “But I never forget who you are, which is the most important bit,”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s so simple. And not because he’s unintelligent, but because he’s guileless, because who he is has never scared him. He smiles back, and it’s unguarded and unbridled and you almost forgive that girl because you’ll be damned if you don’t have a crush on him, too.

“Was she really flirting with me?” He asks curiously, looking down as his hands find your and entwine your fingers.

“Oh, yeah,” you say, and he frowns, the wheels working in head as he tries to figure out how he didn’t notice. “Like me at your mum’s on Christmas Eve in 2020 level of obvious,”

“Well,” he says with a huff. “She just blew her chance at a test,”

“You don’t have to-“

“Wait, you were flirting with me at Christmas at my mum’s?”

[lxndonorris]

competition - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, Tickling (light) Max tells you about his dream in which you were his biggest rival for the championship x word count: 1300+

It's way too early in the morning, and the sun is already shining brightly across the cloudless sky. Sunlight is invading your bedroom through the windows, illuminating the whole room and painting the white walls in various shades of yellow, orange, and red. Sleepily, you stretch your legs and hold back a soft, low groan. You turn around and see your boyfriend Max lying on his back, mouth slightly open, and one hand on his chest. He is breathing deeply and looks so soft. His hair is a little messy, he's unshaven, and he's muttering something under his breath. You steady yourself using your elbow and watch him a little longer. Max is just in his underwear, something he'd always do during the summertime, while you're wearing his clothes instead. A loose white shirt and black shorts.

For a while, you enjoy watching him sleep, especially the way his chest is heaving so softly with every deep breath he takes, but then he starts moving slowly, stretching his entire body as well. He lets out a low grunt when his eyes open slightly, and they immediately meet yours. Right away, a huge smile forms on his lips, and he exhales deeply. "Good morning,." Max says, his voice sounding even rougher and huskier than usual. 

"Good morning." You smile back at him and lean in to place soft kisses right on his lips. He embraces your mouth on his own as he starts to purr happily. Then, you separate from him and lie down right next to him. Max turns to you and reaches for you to let the tips of his fingers run up and down your arm.

Returning the favor, you do the same, but instead of his arm, you place a hand on his chest, drawing circles all over it using your fingers. He purrs again and closes his eyes for a second before letting out a low grunt again. Sleepily, you move a little closer, causing him to giggle shortly. "Did you sleep well?" You ask, running a finger along the outlines of his firm pecs. 

Smirking softly, he nods. "I had the best dream." Max says, and his voice breaks once, increasing its pitch slightly. 

"What was it?" You say, and a soft smile forms on your lips. And at first, he stops, trying to remember as many details as possible, and after a few more seconds, Max tells you about his dream.

----

It was race day, and the sun was shining brightly. He managed to get pole position the day before, but just barely. It was way too close, and his biggest rival nearly beat him. That rival, his biggest competitor for the world driver championship, happened to be you. You promised each other to have a fair, nice, but hard race, and that was exactly what happened. You were driving for Ferrari, wearing that beautiful racing suit, and Charles was your teammate, creating even more tension between the two teams. Max tells you that you were also dating there as well, but this didn't matter much during race weekends. You were rivals first, lovers second, trying your best to win as much as possible.

The battle for first place started right away, with neither of you willing to back down easily. You were never more than mere seconds apart before one would overtake the other. Again and again, both of you pressured one another, even through the pit stops. Both teams were incredible that day, performing and strategizing so well that no other team even stood a chance. On the final lap, you were leading the race, but Max isn't one to give up easily. He was trailing you through every corner and along every straight, and when the finish line appeared on the horizon, no one could tell who would win.

----

Max smiles the entire time and tells you every detail. In his typical style of maxplaining, he tells you how his car felt and how tense he was, trying his best to overtake you at any given moment. He looks so happy and animated, using his whole body to tell you about his favorite dream. 

"So, who did win?" You say excitedly because his demeanor pulled you into his story right from the start. 

At first, he just smiles at you before his expression changes. "Well, in my mind, I won." Max shrugs and avoids your eyes for a second before he turns his attention back to you. 

"In your mind?" You ask him, causing him to giggle. "Yeah, uh, I mean, I woke up..." He blushes and stumbles over his own words.

"C'mon, Max." You pout and nudge him playfully with the palm of your hand, but he doesn't mind; instead, he just keeps giggling. 

"It was waay too close." He defends himself, but you're not having it at all. 

"Tell me!" You say, thinking about how to squeeze that information out of him. 

He beats about the bush, avoids eye contact and keeps blushing more and more while he giggles. Then you take advantage of the moment and start to tickle him. 

"No, please, Y/N." He protests, trying desperately to fight you off. 

But since you have been together for more than a year, you know all of his most sensitive spots; basically, you know which buttons to push to tease him. "Tell me who won." You say, letting your fingers dance all over his skin, his chest, his nipples, and his armpits. 

"I caaan't-" Max keeps protesting, but then you climb on top of him, pinning him to the bed, making it even harder for him to fight you off.

"Tell. Me." You tickle him more and more, but then he manages to grab your wrists, keeping your hands and fingers away from his skin. 

Breathing quickly, he tries his best to regain his composure. "You're mean, Y/N." He pants, slowly catching his breath. 

"You know who won, don't you?" You say, a soft smirk forming on your lips now. Defeated, he leans his head back against the soft pillows underneath him. 

"Yeah." Max says, and you climb off him, dropping on to the matress right next to him. 

"So?" You steady yourself against the matress again, watching him closely.

Then a sly smirk spreads across his lips as he strokes his own chest lovingly. "You beat me by less than half a second." He turns his face toward you and licks his lower lip. 

"I did?" You say contently, as he keeps on stroking his own chest with both of his hands now. 

"You were so amazing." He says softly and lets out another low groan when he stretches his legs again. 

"I probably learned from the best." You say, and lean in to kiss him gently. 

He immediately melts into you, embracing your lips once more. "Oh, you did." Max smiles before you lie down, using his arm as a pillow. He wraps you in a hug, pulling you even closer toward him.

One of his hands is now running up and down your arm, with his fingers gently, just barely brushing over your skin, yet you get goosebumps right away. You watch his other hand now run all over his chest before he lets it run down to his crotch, tenderly touching himself through his boxers. "Damn, that was fun." His growl turns into a soft chuckle. 

"The dream or me tickling you?" You smirk, placing a hand on his warm chest to stroke him firmly. His skin flushes with even more color, encouraged by your loving touch.

With your fingers outlining his tensing muscles, his pecs, and his abs, he starts to purr again. "Definitely both." He growls deeply and turns his head to meet yours. Max kisses you once, and you cuddle for a while longer, enjoying each other's warmth.

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Thank you, @thetwelfthcrow for being the best beta reader <3

[maxemirienn]

maxplaining never hits as good as it does when max does it to charles i'm sorry

[maaxverstappen]

Mandy… we must discuss max/oscar… what is the lore… what are the notes…. Im clocked in ma’am im ready to be deluded — wiz

ok so i called myself the unofficial head of this ship (lol) but actually looking through the tumblr tag i must denounce myself and crown @nyoomfruits instead bc she has been on it from day 1

max and oscar are just so similar i think they get each other!! they're both very down to earth and very focussed on the job. both of them hailed as extraordinary in lower formulas and quickly making their way up (ofc max's was very quick and oscar had his year out, but still all things considered). i feel like a lot of it is max being surprised about oscar, i dont think he expected that deadpan energy/serious but enjoying it/quick wit from him and now hes like oh i see, i get it. maybe also helps how much lando gets along with oscar and max obvs likes lando. trusts his opinion.

max praising oscar when he hardly ever praises anyone like this

oscar looking up at max with awe and eagerness (its a still from a video but let me have this)

this tho!!! max never sits on the floor but sees oscar doing it so joins him?! for no reason?! lando was in the chair it wouldve been so easy to sit next to him (as he then does later) "thank you mercedes" and then max's fond laugh and almost surprise. surprise that oscar can be witty like that!! max didnt expect it oscar turning around to watch the screen and being too late. max laughing at him, checking to see if lando is laughing too. if it isnt weird that max is laughing at oscar's joke/misfortune. max then doubling down and voicing what happened as if they didnt all just witness it right there.

like i said on the oscar discord too, i think oscar would indulge max's maxplaining!! he enables it and is like "Huh, I never thought about it like that. Have you considered that [x]" and then suddenly its 11pm and everyone else has left the paddock before they even look up from their convo

and

they would absolutely bicker over Everything but neither would really perceive it as bickering. thats just how they are

also they both have cat energy so

[zjpg]

just a girl

'platonically, of course.'

last - m.list - next

[june]

p3 the weekend of her birthday felt great, double podiums with max is obviously one of her favorite things. she had a great weekend, definitely one of the best of her seasons. but now she needs to focus on the next race. she has the same routine every race week, monday is her relax day, she needs time to think. so she will wake up early, work out a little bit, shower and then take the whole day doing whatever she wants, usually that's writing music, playing instruments, or just laying around doing nothing.

she's sat on her hotel suites balcony, basking in the sunlight, playing a tune on her guitar, humming soft lyrics to herself when she hears a knock on the door. she lets out a sigh, not wanting anyone to enter her small bubble of comfort. nonetheless, she looks through the peephole before opening the door.

"hey, artie, what's up?" she smiles at her friend, letting him in and guiding him to the balcony. he looks nervous, it's easy to tell when arthur is nervous. he takes a seat across from her's, gazing at her guitar and music book.

"i just wanted to, uhm, talk about something..." he stuttered. he watches her take her seat, getting comfortable by lifting her right knee to her chest and swinging her left leg under the other. he finds it funny how much girls go through just for a comfortable position that will leave their feet tingling and legs numb after five minutes.

she nods her head, signalling him to continue. he gulps down his nerves, "how... how do you feel about me?"

she takes a second to think it's hard for her to put these things into words. she never knows what to say in moments like this, which is odd. in a press conference surrounded by reporters that do nothing but belittle her, she speak perfectly, no stuttering, no second guessing. but when it comes to talking to arthur about her feelings, she wants to break down.

"uhm. well," she adjusts her position, realizing that her foot has gone numb, "like i said, there's something there. but... i just... i can't imagine us together. not like that. i love you arthur but-"

"i'm not lando or pierre."

her heart stops. "what?"

"i see how you act around them, i see how they act around you. i know the looks you give them, it's how i look at you."

she doesn't know what to say, what to do. she feels frozen, like she wants to hug him, tell him how amazing he is and how he deserves the world. but she can't. she physically and mentally can't. and fuck does that hurt.

"it's okay," he chuckles, letting a smile show, "i've decided that i need to move on." what? "it's better for the both of us."

"arthur..."

"i can't sit around and wait for something that will probably never happen, and you can't love me the way you love them." does she love them though? does she?

"i'm sorry."

he shakes his head, getting up from his seat and crouching down in front of her. "you don't have to be. i want to be your best friend, your number one friend. like we were just a year ago. i would rather take this heartbreak over taking a chance with you and losing you in more than one way."

"i love you."

"i love you too, platonically, of course."

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maxverstappen1 As Addi would say, 'we slayed'

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addilynleblanc OMG YOU ACTUALLY DID IT?!?!?!? -> maxverstappen1 😁

user1 HELP😭😭

user2 not addi yaaasifying max😭😭 -> user3 maxplaining, addifying -> author could use some work🤷🏼‍♀️

landonorris How much did she pay you to post this mate? -> addilynleblanc NOTHING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING -> maxverstappen She said I would go viral

user4 this is the best thing i've seen all day

user5 everyone say thank you addi !!!!

user6 she 100% forced him to take that second pic

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addilynleblanc vogue.

thank you vogue for this opportunity to speak about my journey and life in motorsports. and thank you susie and lissie for joining me in our talk about the future of women in formula 1 and motorsports. thank you everyone who supported me through this amazing journey, here's to more years in f1 and more women in motorsports. -> tagged: vogue, lissiemackintosh, susie_wolff

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landonorris MEGA🤍🤍 -> addilynleblanc🤍🤍

arthur_leclerc Happy dance 🕺 -> addilynleblanc 💃

lissiemackintosh So grateful to be included in the the interview, thank you so much! I love you -> addilynleblanc i love you too, i couldn't let vogue not know about my fav presenter

pierregasly Incredibly proud of you Addi-Loo -> addilynleblanc thank you peep

charles_leclerc Shed a tear or two🥲 -> addilynleblanc STOP ITTT🥹

susie_wolff Thank you for including me in your interview! I had a great time talking about the future with you, Lissie, and Vogue. I can't wait for all of our futures in this industry! -> addilynleblanc thank you for joining! i knew i had to have two powerful, well-known, and female voices to talk about the future of formula 1 with. i'm happy to be apart of this with you🤍

nolanleblanc A dream come true eh? -> addilynleblanc truly.

louisjuliusleblanc Proud brother moment❤️

claire.newbet so proud of you -> addilynleblanc i love you

[july - addi's vogue issue released]

snippets of the vogue issue

We wanted to start from the beginning, her karting days. We asking Addilyn everything we should know about growing up in such a competitive sport. Did she make friends easily? What age do drivers normally start karting? How did schooling work? She chuckles at the questions we threw at her, 'Making friends wasn't easy, no. My only friends back then were the Leclerc's. I was surrounded by boys, I used to get so excited whenever there was another girl on track, which was rare back then. The Leclerc and Jules were a few small reasons I stayed in racing.' LeBlanc reminisced on her karting days, stating that school came after racing, 'When I woke up every morning, my biggest concern wasn't a crush on the playground, or a math test, it was how I was going to improve on the track, how I was going to pass every boy there.' She laughed at her childlike memories. Continuing on, she spoke about the age range in karting, 'You have to start racing very early. I started when I was about five or six - but internationally you'll see kids from age four to 15.'

She laughs as she mentions the first time she met her Red Bull teammate, Max Verstappen, 'Oh gosh, I don't know if he remembers this, I might have to call him after this. But I was around... 11, he and Charles we like, 14, and I'm sure most people know the iconic meme 'Just an Inchident'...' The meme Addilyn is speaking of involves 14 year old Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. The two of them had an incident on the race track that day, and after they were interviewed to speak about what had happened. While the interviewers show a very upset Verstappen, when they switch to Leclerc and asked him the question of 'what happened with Max?' he answered in a thick french accent, 'Nothing, Just an Inchident, on the race' with a shrug and unbothered look. '... I met Max officially for the first time before the race. I actually looked up to him a lot back then, still do now.'

We pushed further into the conversation, asking Addilyn about her Formula Series journey. LeBlanc skipped Formula 2, moving from Formula 3 straight to Formula 1, which has only been done by a few select drivers, her own teammate being one. 'It must be a Red Bull thing,' she laughed when we mentioned her leap from one series to another, 'I was a Ferrari Academy driver in Formula 3, I was the only girl there, and I was there for half a year when Red Bull reached out. At the time, not to -like- pride myself or anything, but I was doing really well in both F4 and F3. Some people said I was doing too well, so Ferrari was going to move me to Formula 2 before I even finished a full season in F3 so that they could have me as a reserve driver in 2020 and then I was rumored to be a driver for them after [Sebastian Vettel] left. Because of that news I got new offers from a bunch of different teams to be a reserve driver. But Red Bull was the only one to really risk it and put me on the grid immediately.'

When asked about her helmet controversy, Leblanc could only let out a sigh and pass glances with her manager, Amanda. Early in the season, Addilyn was face with an up-roar due to specific quotes that we on her helmet, quotes like 'Future is Woman', 'Educate Your Son', and 'My Body, My Choice'. Many fans of the sport saw these quotes as political, problematic, and unnecessary in motorsports. 'It's ridiculous, honestly. I've repeated this many times, but I'm not making political statements, I'm fighting for women everywhere. It's not American issues or politics, it's worldwide issues. It's women not being able to have a say over what they do with their bodies. It's women being scared to leave the house alone. I think majority of the hate comes from males who are insecure, who believe that women are nothing more than objects, and that make me actually, physically sick.' We also asked her about how she feels about the men that say women need men, 'As my icon Cher said, 'Men are a luxury, not a necessity' I don't need a man. And yes, women are scared to walk outside alone, but who's fault is that to begin with? How is it that father's warn their daughters about the boys they raise?'

Aside from controversies over a helmet, Addi's season started off rocky for more than on reason, 'Yeah, so, I had to change my helmet design for the Grand Prix weekend. So that thursday I had a basic helmet because my new one wasn't even ready yet. And then the race comes along, and I'm doing well, and then my car goes bat-shit-crazy and I end up upside down with a sprained ankle.' We questioned her about Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris risking their race in order to help her out of the car, bringing up her two friends seemed to make her a little emotional, 'Oh my gosh,' She chuckles a little and take a minute to breathe while waving away any tears, 'I'm forever grateful for them. I actually passed out for a while in there, and I could barely breathe when I woke up. Even when I got out of the car and was telling everyone I was okay, I was having a panic attack. I still get nightmares from it, my brother wakes up in the middle of the night almost every night to calm me down.'

The young driver tears up while talking about the sweet gestures the other drivers on the grid had given her. She states that because of hurtful comments she faced during that time caused her to shut everyone out, even after her crash. 'I couldn't shut Lando and Charlie (Charles) out, they wouldn't leave my side. But I felt horrible for ignoring any of them to begin with, but for some reason, I couldn't pick up the phone and look through those messages, emails, and voicemails. Seb (Sebastian Vettel) came over to my suite and his kids picked out these cute little stuffed animals, and we just talked. He's like a dad to me.' At this point, we had to take a break so Addilyn could give herself time to breathe. It's clear to anyone how close she is with some of these drivers. She talked to us of recording, talking about how she received stuffed animals because she loves collecting them, and received sweet messages even from the most unlikely drivers on the grid. 'When I got back in the paddock to watch Max race while I was hurt, I saw few drivers. Lando and Charles obviously Max. And I never knew Max could give such good hugs!' She laughed and jokes about her teammate.

We wanted to trail away from the emotional beginning of her season and talk about Sergio 'Checo' Perez and his comments on her as a female driver. 'I never wanted to speak up on it because I don't know Checo like that. He's very liked around the Paddock, and whenever I spoke to him he was genuinely a kind person. I never knew about any of the things he said until Claire-' Clair Newbet is her brothers girlfriend and a Youtube content creator, 'Showed me article and Tweets. I don't want to take it personally, I know how upsetting it can be to lose a potential seat, it happens in this industry. I don't agree with what he said, and if I'm being honest, it kind of took me for a loop when I saw it.'

We wanted to know all the details, especially on recent shipping with a few drivers on the grid, this includes, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Pierre Gasly, and current F3 driver, Arthur Leclerc. 'It's weird to be shipped, but I mean people are going to do it anyway. And I get it, I was a young fangirl too, One Direction will forever be my first loves,' She joked back to her fandom days over the boy group One Direction, 'But yeah no it's weird. Charles is like my number one person, he's my forever friend, I called Arthur my lifelong friend. Charles is also dating such an amazing woman, who I love so much. And Max is my teammate, like a friend or a brother to me, he with Kelly, she's great. Lando and Pierre are my close friends.'

We got interrupted by the driver and her boss Christian Horner, team principal of Red Bull Racing, the two offered us a gift of Red Bull and other gifts from their brand sponsorships and team apparel, even including in some paddock ticket for their next race in Miami. We gladly accepted, feel free to catch us repping #40 next year in Miami!

The thought of Addilyn not being in Formula 1 breaks our hearts, however, she will have to retire one day, and we wanted to ask her along with Susie Wolff, fromer Formula series driver and wife to Mercedes-AMG team CEO and principal, and Lissie Mackintosh, F1 presenter and motorsport content creator, what Formula 1 will look like for women. The three women sat and talked to us altogether a week earlier from this interview due to schedule differences. We asked the trio what the future of motorsport looks like to them, Susie answered first, 'Hopefully more than just one female driver at a time!' the women all laugh, 'Addi being in F1, in such a big team like Red Bull, it's inspiring to many young women.'

Lissie agrees with the former driver, adding her own thoughts 'Young girls everywhere are going to start asking their parents to race, pushing more girls in karting, and then eventually Formula series. It's important for the future of Formula 1 and motorsport in general that everyone welcomes women. This goes for engineers, team principals, drivers, and everything in between.'

Addilyn then talks about her own experience with young fans, 'After my first win a little girl came up to me and asked for an autograph, and while I was talking to her she said 'I asked my dad to put me into karting so I can be just like you and Max.' And it's things like that to make me keep pushing for women in motorsports.'

We asked the three if there's any projects they can speak about to welcome more women in motorsports, Wolff answered with a smile 'There's a few things coming, these next few years will be big for young drivers everywhere.'

Before the interview ended we asked LeBlanc for one last quote 'As Cher would say, 'Mom, I am a rich man'.'

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[just-an-assbutt]

just follow up on your last post about charles and max, i've always found the narrative weird (and I think it's because oftentimes people who write max only see him on race weekends). in reality, max has even been described as quite shy off track but once he's comfortable, like in videos with daniel or the redbull crew, you can see he literally loves pleasing people and being funny. like the way he waits for every joke to land and watches people react. even in the cool down room you can always see him waiting for a chance to talk to people and he's always extra happy when they want to discuss stuff. he seems like a major people pleaser to me off the track and someone's who eager to go along with things. again, not claiming this is reality but just based on what we get to see

I totally agree with this! Specially since I was once one of those people. I first started watching only the races and, frankly, the only thing I cared about was just watching them race. But my dad is a huge F1 nerd (and loves to gossip) so he kind of ended up forcing me to learn about them outside of the track to gossip with me and that made me like Max a little more.

I used to dislike Max, because “race Max” is usually an asshole, he talks horrible to GP, complains a lot and is a bit too cocky. And Charles is the contrary, he doesn’t talk back to Xavi (even if he should), spends most of his time trying to solve things instead of complaining and is pretty humble. So I liked Charles more and Max less. Then my dad, a Lewis fan, started sending me memes daily and slowly I started to learn a little about the drivers off the track. I had always been a Vettel fan (still am) and then started to like Lewis a lot. But, of course, most of the things my dad sent me were against Max. It took me some personal effort to go and try to find things about him that weren’t negative. That’s when I started liking him more. Once you look at Max not high on adrenaline, you get to see a totally different person. Like you say Annon, he is shy and likes to ramble a lot to people, he waits eagerly for his jokes to land and closes off when he’s uncomfortable.

Charles is usually a person that makes him feel comfortable enough to ramble his heart out, the usual victim of Maxplaining. And you can see how important is for Max to tell Charles things. He runs from wherever he is to where Charles is just to talk to Charles, and you can always see Charles ready to be there and listen to him for an hour while Max lets it all out. I remember a cool down room this year that it’s a great example of that. Max was closed off, no idea why because his race hasn’t been that bad, Checo was there and even through he tried to make Max open up he couldn’t. I believe that Checo and Max are on great terms, but Max needs a pretty specific environment to be friendly and open with people he’s not too close to. Anyways, Charles walked in and saw that Checo was unsuccessfully trying to make Max talk a little bit and decided to help out. He remembered that Max complained about the wind during the race, so he brought that up. It got Max going instantly, his face and posture changed and he started rambling none stop about the wind and the effect it had on the car, like Charles didn’t know two things about aerodynamics. Checo smiled and stood there, listening to Max talk and he shared a little look with Charles, like he was thanking him. Even Charles knows how much Max loves to tell him things.

(Yes guys, keep sending asks and I’ll keep rambling, I’m like Max, I can never stop talking about F1).

[agendabymooner]

satellite ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“i’m here, right here. wishing i could be there for you.”

summary: when the news of the downfall of her racing journey broke out, max verstappen promised to never let her down like that ever again. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)

content warning: confrontation and good crying sesh with max and ofc, panic attack, alludes to smut (not graphic), use of explicit language, angst, set in vs fashion show 2016

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[translation: i’m just putting my french fluency into use. thank you paris!]

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Her standard was Max, and god, did that ever ruin her chance to have a rebound. Whenever she got the chance to go on dates, she seemed to cower from the thought. As if she was worried about not getting along with the said dates.

Speaking of anxiety.

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was on the go, and to say that it was nerve wracking would be quite a shame. You would think that she would be alright with walking down the runway now— but to know that some of her peers were here to support her, three days after the last race? Yeah, she might as well shit on her pants. 

She had everyone else to be nervous about; Lady Gaga was there for fucks sake. She was in the same room as Adriana Lima and Elsa Hosk. Hell, even Abel would be performing during her segment— why was she nervous about seeing her driver friends while she walked down the runway? 

She supposed that no one had seen her pose in her underwear before. That, and that they all grew up with her— it was weird to see your childhood friend all grown up, dressed in lingerie and nothing else. 

Not that Max Verstappen hadn’t seen that months ago. 

Fuck, Max was going to be there! 

She knew she was nervous. She just didn’t realize that it was because of him. Why would she be nervous? After all, working together had a major effect on their relationship. And… sleeping together once. 

Because he didn’t bring it up anymore after their conversation that day. He was friendly with her, but not once did he mention that he wanted to do it again. She wasn’t sure if it was because of their workplace relationship or their general friendship, but she was sure as hell that it hurt. Not that she would ever tell him that. Not especially after she found a woman clinging to him at their next race’s afterparty. 

So it did hurt. But as a prideful daughter of a miserable mother, she kept a straight face and smiled at everyone. 

After seeing him that night, she kept their relationship as civil as it could be— only listening to him “Maxplain” everything he could speak about, and offering him advice whenever he needed it. She failed to mention a lot of things in her life— like how Abel was performing tonight. Max only found out through their friends hours prior to the event and while it pissed him off to no end, he couldn’t afford to upset Sylvie on her special day. This was her day after all. She was debuting as a VS model. 

Tilly and Aimee had managed to see Sylvie and Stevie before the show as they prepared. They had mostly spoken about how they were able to get to the location easily and how Soren fussed when Tilly left him at Toto’s watch. 

“The boys are there,” Aimee pointed her head towards the direction of the audience, “I told them not to be foolish this time around.”

“Did you tell them to behave and not bark?” Stevie giggled, making Sylvie cackle. Sylvie’s makeup artist shot her a warning to not ruin her makeup by crying in laughter. 

“They know not to,” Tilly rolled her eyes, “those men have PR managers to answer to otherwise.” 

“I think George and Alex were only there chilling,” Aimee said, “I didn’t think someone could have anxiety even if they’re just an audience— not until I saw Max.” 

“Max? Why?” Now that piqued Sylvie’s curiosity.

Tilly answered, “I dunno. It must’ve been the adrenaline from Abu Dhabi, if you were to ask me. He’ll be fine once the show starts.” 

The beating of her heart slowed down when her segment started, only focusing on the front and had only given Abel a look of indifference before making her way through the middle, posing with her head tilting slightly to the right. Walking back, she glanced on her right and watched Max’s eyes stare at hers. 

She kept her head in his direction for a moment, not even realizing that she walked past Abel as her ears muted his song and voice, only paying attention to Max before looking back in front of her and walking off. 

Max knew that she had seen him with his not-really-girlfriend in each race, and it was extremely stupid of him. Rebounds shouldn’t be a thing at all, he told himself. He knew how he felt about her, yet after spending some time with her in a bedroom, he seemed to chicken out and not tell her about the love he had for her.

He always wondered how she went from insulting him jokingly to having a civil conversation and agreeing to everything he said. It was wrong. Why didn’t she say something about it? They agreed not to lie to each other, did they not? 

He seemed to feel like a hypocrite just saying that. But he was more than willing to admit that she was just as beautiful as she was before. He only started to feel different when they shared an intimate moment with each other, one that he’d like to relive for as long as he could breathe.

But they weren’t even aware that admitting would have to take time. After all, there were more problems to solve. 

Partying had never been a priority for her, if you were to ask, but Kendall insisted that Sylvie come along before the younger girl could even dive headfirst into her work throughout their break. The third Hearth daughter only nodded and dressed up as nicely as she could, only deciding that she would only drink one glass of daiquiri. What she didn’t know, however, was that Kendall had invited her guy friends to join them at the party. She had never felt so annoyed— why wouldn’t Kendall tell her in the first place that she’d invite them? Not that she wasn’t enthralled at the thought. Some warning would have sufficed. 

But it wasn’t their presence that made her want to go home. 

Everyone was too busy dancing to even sit in their booth, leaving Sylvie behind while she scrolled through her Twitter. She liked the peaceful atmosphere that the club could offer in a booth. And her blocking Abel was definitely something. 

Her eyes found a tweet that left her blood running cold. No.

“Sylvie’s Failed F1 Career: Explained”

From top to bottom, the story of her discontinued journey in Formula One was splayed out in a gossip website— a rather accredited one, while you’re at it. People would normally say not to believe what you see on the internet, but the truth was published and spread in the Formula One community and show business. 

Nobody knew what had happened before. Not until now. Whoever the fuck were these anonymous sources, they were nothing but assholes. Everything in the article was detailed from head to toe. Some stuff that people didn’t know were put up for everyone to see and shame her with.

Then panic started to spread across her body, her feet stumbling up as she marched down towards the dance floor, her hand gripping on Max’s shirt as she dragged him to a seedy area of the club no one had ever stepped foot on. 

“Mustang, what—“

“Cut the bullshit, Max,” she spewed out venomously before she shoved her phone in his hand. “Did you do this?” 

His eyes peered down on the article on screen as they widened. He looked up to see her teary eyes appearing once more. 

“No,” he answered honestly, but she wasn’t having it.

“You knew what happened, you’re the one who reported me, Max,” she cried out, her body shaking in anger and panic as she continued, “you saw that. You told the officials—“

“But that doesn’t mean I would fuck your career over!” Max exclaimed in frustration. “I told you that if you had somehow given me a heads up that they were kicking you out, I would have gone back and made them review it. Me not being there when you were being questioned was the biggest mistake I’ve made, because I know you. You’re honest. I would’ve known. I would’ve admitted that I was wrong if I heard you speak for yourself.”

“Then why do this? If you respect me then why do this now?”

“Sylvie, schatje,” he took a deep breath before looking at her again, “I would not— for the life of me— treat you like that. God, I would never forgive myself if I did. So I swear that isn’t me.” 

He didn’t even realize how bad their situation was until she started crying and crumbling in his arms, the music still tampering with the hysterical sound of her sobs. He tried to comfort her right there, but the loudness of the club only messed with both of their emotions and anxiety as he picked up their stuff and hailed for a cab. 

It didn’t take him long to find his room as she continued to cry in his arms. She spoke about her worries about her career as she sobbed, not wanting to lose her job in Red Bull and as a model because of this disaster they both called a lie. How was she going to explain all of this to her family? She asked herself as she sniffled, wiping her tears away. She hadn’t even realized that Max was crying too. 

All of this happened because he believed his friends who couldn’t give anymore shit about him. All of this happened to her because of him. All he could do now was apologize with tears. 

“I- I- I’ll do my best to fix this,” Max stammered, wiping his tears away to hide it away from her as she looked up. “Let me please help you fix this. This was my doing and I- I can’t hurt you like this, Sylv. I can’t afford to have you lose your career because of me. Just… please, forgive me and let me help.” 

“Please, Max,” she whispered. “I can’t be silenced anymore, Max. I- I need someone to speak for me.” 

“We’ll be speaking for you,” Max promised, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’ll… I don’t care if it ruins my own career, I just know yours cannot be ruined because of me. I’ll be here for you, schatje. Just have me.”

[blorbocedes]

I have realized that Lestappen is not enemies to lovers, but rather unrequited rivals. Max is Charles’ rival, but Charles is not Max’s rival. They haven’t gone from enemies to lovers, because Max stopped seeing him as a threat

arguably they were Never enemies? charles did have one sided beef w/ him back in the day lol while max never dgaf'd, he enjoyed 22 while charl put up some fight, and then charl disappeared off while max bagged another title. ofc max will maxplain when charl makes it to pole now and will be :D, but he also forgets charl exists when charlie is p4 and below !

[ferrstappen]

F1 MASTERLIST

CARLOS SAINZ

paella en mallorca: spending time with your boyfriend's family was almost as good as having him for yourself.

mónaco : pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there's something left in us then it's everything that happened in Monaco)

CHARLES LECLERC

loving him is red: Charles’ girlfriend receives her first Grammy for Song of the Year, sadly enough the inspiration behind the song isn’t able to make it to the ceremony.

and the Oscar goes to: Charles and his actress girlfriend go to the Oscars, and he has to constantly reassure her.

AirPods and Princess George: a story of lost AirPods and Twitter memes.

titi we don't care: Charles can't seem to handle the fact a notorious singer took interest in you during Monaco GP.

Josephine, baby nº2 and baby nº3 Leclerc (dad!Charles)

the first one (dad!Charles):  Charles tries to prepare to be the best dad for his daughter, even if she’s just two days old.

aren't we supposed to surprise you? (dad!Charles): you somehow manage to overshadow Charles and Jo's gift.

ESTEBAN OCON

LONG LIVE: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend for spoilers, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets (actress!reader)

LANDO NORRIS

august: every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. but she didn't care.

when we broke up series

the first time we broke up: it was easy to remember how you and Lando fell in love, but it kept getting harder for you to remember why you love him.

the second time we broke up: there were reasons to try again, but maybe not enough.

everybody wants a taste : Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it (actress!reader)

Amalia Norris (dad!Lando)

surprise! we are a family : this wasn't planned. you are basically children yourselves and why isn't getting pregnant at 24 not considered teen pregnancy? Now Lando is waiting to meet his baby and hoping he doesn't mess up.

meet & greet : Amalia's first time in the paddock to support her dad.

let me take care of it : when papa isn't feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

daddy's a race winner : McLaren garage with baby Amalia in what appears to be Lando’s first win.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

what happens with the kids?: Max really didn't have to find a girlfriend that soon after the divorce, and the fact that his girlfriend had a daughter of her own, didn't really help your case.

max, don't panic (driver!reader): your relationship with Max gets exposed in a non-conventional way, an accident.

max the wag: you can’t keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

max the wag (again) max the wag (for the third time) max the wag: are we the drama? max the wag: caught in the middle max the wag: is taylor swift coming?

chicken soup: chamomile, green tea, honey, chicken soup, and your boyfriend was the best recipe to get over the flu.

primero llegó verstappen : Suddenly, Max isn't annoyed about being featured in a music video.

SLUT! : this isn’t your first time being a WAG, but people don’t seem to like the idea of you ending your relationship with Joe Burrow and falling in love with Max.

Mila & Luca Verstappen (dad!Max)

SAFE HAVEN: the Verstappen family and St. Barths

Disney World Break: Ahead of the Miami GP, Max and his wife take the twins to Disney World.

happy mother's day, sorry for the mess: Mila and Luca go rogue during Mother's Day, ignoring Max's plan.

unscheduled school visit: the twins’ teacher calls, the twins got in trouble. Max is in disbelief.

maxplaining 2.0: Luca Verstappen's first press conference during his karting career. turns out, he even speaks like his dad.

could you be more obvious? : you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.

prompts

Accidentally referring them as "my" (MV1)

and whispering in their ears, "I love you" (CS55)

collections

THE COLLECTION MASTERLIST: pieces inspired by Taylor Swift's lyrics.

all the years we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for right now (EO31)

wanting was enough, for me it was enough (LN4)

[bwoahtastic]

Max always go to Mercedes after races so Toto can take care of her hair. It’s a nice father daughter bonding and also settles Max so she knows he won’t hold anything that happens on track against her. But Toto is caught up in something (maybe Val or George had a bad race depending on what year it happens) and Lewis catches her about to sneak back to Red Bull and offers to help. He knows how frustrating hair can be sometimes. And maybe they banged wheels on track so Max is on edge. But he speaks so softly to her while he gives her two Dutch plaits and lets her wait in his drivers room while Toto finishes up. Maybe she’s still in race gear so he lets her borrow some nondescript merch, just Tommy Hilfiger sweats and a hoodie. Toto eyes the two of them very carefully when he gets back

Plss! Max always being scared Toto will one day hold a grudge and not want her as daughter anymore, shun him like Jos did...

She always comes to Mercedes after the race, needing to debrief with her dad, more making sure its all okay between them than talk aboutthe race, it takes a few years before she dares to maxplain to him sfter a bad race.

One day Toto is busy and cannot go to Max immediately and Max awkwardly hangs around the hospitality before being spotted by Lewis. Lewis beckoning her over, seeing she is uncomfortable with her hair and about to slip out the building. She is a little awkward sitting on the floor between his legs bur she relaxes when he brushed her hair gently and braids her hair into 2 Dutch braids. Max smiling and tells him her papa can,never do that because he cam never get them even lol!

And pls Lewis letting Max get changed and stealing a key to let Max into Toto's office so sue can wait there. Toto finds her there later, curious about how she is dressed and who,did her hair before seeing Lewis is sitting on the floor in the office too! Defo sus dad glares lol

[theemporium]

It’s that time of the month and I’m so tired all the time and it’s not even cramps, I’m just lethargic and sleepy and never that hungry and I need lestappen to dote over me

lestappen would be so soft🥹just imagining wee max maxplaining the best ways to take care of you and charles listening intently as he makes a list of your favourite things to buy to comfort you

but the boy also has no self control and comes back with tens of bags and you’re like, “charles, you have to return it—”

and max is like, “shhh, let us take care of you, schat”