done lookin’ for signs in the gaps and the silence • (5.2k)
🏷️ childhood bff!reader, an annoying older sister, lack of communication, insecurities, and 'one-sided' love. (writing, small smau)
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meetcutesnyc lestappen ver. • (1k)
🏷️ childhood friend & driver!reader, relationship 'origin story', rivals to lovers, lots of bickering and charles being a storyteller. (in an ig reels 'format'; writing)
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charles leclerc x driver!childhood friend!reader x max verstappen (no team or gender specified)
summary. you, max, and charles are approached by the meetcutesnyc instagram account, and this is how it goes. (1k)
warnings. should be none!!
andi's note!! obviously this is not the oscar fic i was working on but i keep seeing these reels on ig and i got inspired :) — if you don't know what i'm talking about the account is meetcutesnyc & they go up to couples and ask them how they met, etc.
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meetcutesnyc Sports Rivals
["Excuse me." You, Max, and Charles all look up at the sound of his voice. Max has a blank look on his face, expecting a fan interaction, while you and Charles both look a little spooked. "Are you two a couple?" The person behind the camera gestures to you and Charles.
Max snorts, "All three of us, actually." You roll your eyes as Charles nods. "That's awesome. Would you guys mind telling me the story of how you all met?" Charles visibly lightens up, and he nods eagerly.
"I will tell the story."
The camera cuts, and now you're all standing along the edge of the sidewalk with Charles in the middle. "I met them both in karting when I was seven, but they met when they were younger. They hated each other, and at first, I played the mediator, for a while, actually. But then, Max really started to get on my nerves." Charles laughs a bit, his cheeks turning rosy. "So we," He gestures to you and him, "Became his number one haters. He was our enemy." Max rolls his eyes at 'enemy' before interjecting.
"I was their enemy because I was better, of course." You and Charles both begin speaking over each other, arguing about your skills. Max just laughs as you both go on. Eventually, Charles calms down enough to continue. "Then, it was 20, uh, 2015. They come up to me and say that they went out on a date with Max— him of all people! I was outraged. First, he got an F1 seat, then he got my crush, too? Oh, it was horrible. It destroyed me."
You shake your head, an amused smile on your face, "He's being dramatic, he literally asked me out the next day." Charles gasps. "I am telling the story, let me continue."
"So, I learn of this and then I go to Max and tell him about my feelings for them. Then Max just goes 'oh I like you too if you're cool with that'. I was shocked! Who wouldn't be? So, the next day I go up to them and I ask them if they want to go out on a date with me and Max. Obviously, they said yes. And now we are here, many years later."
"What's the secret to ten years together?" Max's face scrunches up in response and he turns toward the two of you. "Has it really been ten years?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Before they can start bickering, you answer the the original question. "We work together so it's really easy to see each other, but when we don't that's a little hard, obviously; being on different teams and all. But, I think our rivalry keeps things going, even during the off-season, we're arguing or joking about something that happened 13 years ago."
"Racing against each other definitely makes it very interesting. Adds some fun to everything, I think." Max teases, his eyebrows raised. "It's also just nice in the summer; we go on vacation and don't do anything. We just enjoy our time together," Charles adds.
"And what are your names?"
"Charles." "Max." "Y/n."
"Thank you." You wave toward the camera, and the video ends.]
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user charles and y/n being the original max haters...yeah i could've guessed that lol
user the funniest part is they're like his biggest defenders now 😭😭
user the verstappen hater to max defender pipeline is in fact very real, no one can resist his charm
↳ user loser cat dad charm
↳ user user duh ofc
user gax rivalry at the end of 2024...where he mentioned how y/n and charles would do anything to defend max...uh huh, yeah cool
user charles being so excited to tell their story 😖 he just knows everyone will eat it up
user and i did. i've watched this video 30 times now and it just keeps getting cuter
user "adds some fun to everything" oh yeah i'm sure it does max 😼
user never forget las vegas 2023...i have those pictures saved to a special pinterest board that i look at every day
↳ user and las vegas 2024...i can't wait for november, las vegas has become their number one race for being insanely hot in public
user max always needs to add an innuendo if he's in an interview with either of them 💀
user i was today years old when i learned they've been dating for ten years...i thought this was a recent thing
user you and max apparently 😭
user it's been recent publically, but everyone kinda assumed they've been dating for a while just bc of the way they act
user playing the y/n champagne pour edit on my tv while i watch lestappen interviews on my phone
user #1 y/n edit, good choice
user every time i see anything related to any of them, i'm opening my camera roll to watch the edits i've saved
user max looked so offended when the guy didn't realize all three of them were dating 💀 how obvious does he think their relationship is
user literally everyone knew before they announced it lmao
↳ user how do you think they look to an outsider tho? not everyone's an f1 fan
↳ user never forget ted kravitz interviewing y/n pre-silverstone 2022 where they jokingly said they were gonna crash into charles for 'leaking their relationship' and then having to do damage control later when they actually (accidentally) crashed
↳ user user watching those interviews seasons later actually had me crying 😭 literally no one would believe them
user watching this makes me wonder how the grid deals with third-wheeling them all the time, it must get tiring at a certain point
user they seem so fun to be around tho, they're always bickering 🥲
user please tell me you've seen those compilations on yt of clips of the grid being annoyed/rolling their eyes at them whenever they're around 🙏🙏
↳ user OMG??? i'm about to run to youtube i need to see this
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i think we need a kimi-ollie-isack (or gabi) podium in miami so we have to watch them awkwardly standing on the podium without champagne because the drinking age in the US is 21
no matter how much you beg and plead, max will never not style his hair or cover it with a hat. it's painful — not that he styles his hair horribly, no. it's just that when his hair is messy, he's a whole different person. — he's not the max who (tries) to cook you breakfast in the morning or follows you through all your errands, no matter how much he complains. instead, he's the max that bleeds competition; who will do whatever he needs to get what he wants. he's the max you see after a long night with hickeys down his chest and puffy lips. or he's just finished a race and is full with adrenaline, so he'll pull you in for a bruising kiss; and maybe you guys go out after a win, and he'll be solely focused on you.
(messy hair or not, he's still your max. the one who loves to make stupid jokes that somehow get you to laugh. it's 'cause you love him, and he is funny sometimes)
Inside the last drawer of Charles's nightstand, there is an old shoe box. It once held a pair of sneakers, but now it's a sacred place for his childhood memories.
The box is heavy in his hands, though he knows it has nothing to do with its contents. Everything in here leads back to you, a memory he wishes could slip from his mind like sand through his fingers. Instead, you've clung to every part of him, even if he hasn't seen you in years.
The voicemail you left him before you moved continents still sits in his phone. He replays it sometimes to hear the crack of your voice and how your words go soft, so he knows you didn't want to go and leave him behind.
At the top of the pile sits an old chapstick you had left in his bedroom years ago. If he closes his eyes long enough, he can remember the first and last time you kissed him and the way the flavor of your chapstick lingered on his lips.
Next to it lays a pair of worn handmade bracelets that slowly grow in size, each a simple braid of red, white, yellow, and black thread. Every time his wrist grew too big for the one he had at the time, you would make a new one. He remembers the last one you made for him, the way your hands had grazed his skin as you tied it around his wrist; you had smiled at him so fondly and told him he was just two steps from his dream.
When he joined Ferrari four years later, the bracelet was dirty, and some threads had frayed. Instead of cutting it off or throwing it out, he slipped it off as carefully as possible and then put it in the shoebox with the others.
Charles gently pushes the bracelets aside, revealing a set of crumpled-up movie tickets. Though he had seen many movies with you, he kept these specific tickets because it was the same day he realized he was in love with you.
A few hours before going to the theater, he met you at a nearby park. You had sat next to him on a bench, describing something a friend had done, and the light seemed to hit you in a way he could only describe as ethereal. Usually, he would be absorbed in whatever you were talking about, but all he did was stare at you.
Later that night, he held the tickets in a clenched fist, trying to will the bright blush on his face away as he walked back home. You had kissed his cheek, which wasn't unusual; it was friendly, but it made Charles' face feel like a campfire and like his heart might explode. He never wanted to let go of you after that night, and he hasn't, though he's sure you've forgotten him.
The last item before his stash of pictures is a necklace he had gotten you on your seventeenth birthday, just a few months after he realized his feelings. The charm that hangs from the chain is his racing number, and his brothers had laughed at the sight and teased him for being "possessive". You had accepted the necklace with a bright smile and wore it until you left Monaco.
The morning after he had gotten your voicemail, his mother handed him an envelope — already open — with a pitiful look. He bit down his anger and his worries before looking inside, and he found the necklace. The metal was tarnished from how often you wore it, so he didn't understand why he was the one who now possessed it. Why had you left him behind?
He still asks himself that question when he passes by the theater or the park you often dragged him to. But usually, he'll be in his childhood bedroom with the shoebox on his mattress or in his lap while his hands shake with rage and desperation.
Charles stares at the chain in his hand, watches as the metal catches the sunlight, and thinks of what could've been. If he knew you wanted to leave, he would've helped you stay. He would have fixed everything around you to make Monaco the place you wanted to be; he would change himself so you would stay, and he could still be yours. If you never left, he could deal with just being your friend. He would suffer through all the dates and failed relationships if it meant he could still talk to you.
Though he knows it's stupid to dwell on the "what ifs," he likes to imagine you still by his side. He should come to terms with it, leave the box in its drawer, and never look at it again. Yet, whenever he's home, he finds himself thinking of you, opening the shoebox with care, or looking longingly at the pictures on the wall where your presence still lingers.
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established!max verstappen x reader (inspired by this picture i found on pinterest. can you tell i want it to be summer alr) nav+masterlist.
warnings -- it's like kinda suggestive, but nothing else!
After an afternoon lazing on the beach, forcing Max into the ocean, and sunbathing, you've finally decided to get dinner.
Your bedroom has a wall of windows, giving a beautiful view of the ocean as it laps against the shore and the sun as it slowly sets on the horizon. The sky has shifted into a mix of orange and pink, casting a warm glow throughout the area. You stand in front of a floor-length mirror, adjusting your outfit idly as you wait for Max to get ready.
He emerges from the bathroom in jeans and a button-up, a hand in his hair as he tries to contain some stray strands. Not even a second later, he's behind you, a gentle hand on your hip as he watches you in the mirror. You huff when you see how high he's done the buttons and turn around to undo a few before you stop. His cheeks and neck are the color of a ripe tomato, which makes you smile a bit. "Looking a bit sunburnt there, Maxie," You tease. He rolls his eyes with a melodramatic huff, "It's not that bad."
You tip your head as if to say, 'Really?' and Max narrows his eyes. "Seriously," He continues. You bite your cheek to contain your growing smile and instead busy yourself with the buttons of his shirt. As you undo the top two, a surprised laugh escapes you when more bright red skin is exposed. "Max." He bats your hands away when you pull at the collar to look at the rest of his chest, just making you laugh more.
"I think I see a cold shower in your future," You muse, watching his ears turn pink at the comment. Max's hand tightens on your waist, "And you'll join me, no?" You hum and pretend to think about it, making him roll his eyes at your acting.
"I deserve it. You've been torturing me."
"You're just a drama queen." You slip away, grabbing your bag from the edge of the bed. "I'm taking that as a yes!"
The comments under quadrants post about the new collection drop are horrendous.
People have been working on this project for months it’s not just Lando working on it there’s loads of others who put months of work into it and to comment under it about Lando’s personal life , which is no one’s business, of a 3 second clip of him and Magui in a car is ridiculous it has nothing to do with Quadrant.
Quadrant isn’t just Lando, and by commenting things like that is discrediting so many people’s work and I don’t blame Lando for blocking people on it
Those says it’s for PR, PR damage etc, have you never heard of scheduled posts it’s a business with a collection dropping in a few days not everything is PR or to do with Lando’s personal life
It will be the same people who says “why doesn’t Lando stream any more”, “why isn’t he on twitter” “why doesn’t he post as much” people have ran him off both twitch and twitter because of things like that and the hate it will be instagram next
warnings — slightly suggestive ig? other than that it’s good!
For the past few minutes you’ve been watching a reel the Mercedes Instagram account posted, giggling like a teenager over the video of you and Oscar hugging. After coming third — your first podium after your move to Mercedes — your first thought was finding Oscar. You had barely noticed the social media admin filming the hug, more focused on squeezing the lights out of your boyfriend. Now, it’s immortalized forever on the internet, and you get to watch Oscar’s giddy, love-sick smile forever.
You drop your phone on your chest as Oscar exits your bathroom, towel around his waist and his old clothes in hand. Your skin burns at the sight and he raises a brow at your flustered expression. “Stop looking at me like that,” You grumble, feeling your skin warm even more at his teasing laugh. “I don’t think I’m doing anything,” He comments as he walks over to his suitcase. You hum, picking up your phone to keep watching the video.
You bound over to Oscar, throwing your arms around him. He laughs as he hugs you back, his smile so wide you can see his ‘bunny’ teeth. His cheeks are bright red from the race, but also the exhilaration of winning; his hand placement is his usual for being in public, nothing bad but low enough there’s comments about your possible relationship. Possible, sure.
Oscar lays on the bed next to you, in a t-shirt and shorts, smelling beautiful because he actually used the body wash you bought him (instead of the random hotel one). “I posted that video on my story, y’know?” He murmurs, watching the video as it loops again. “PR isn’t gonna be happy about that,” You tease, laughing at Oscar’s scrunched up face.
“I think we deserve to celebrate. P1 and P3, baby.”
“Well, instead of celebrating I’ve been watching this video waiting to see my boyfriend’s gorgeous face in person. So…” You grin, watching Oscar perk up. “And you let me take a shower now?” He groans, his head tipping back and exposing the muscles in his neck.
“I mean, if you’re all ready for bed I can head back to my hotel room.” You’re barely up before Oscar grabs you by the hips, pulling you on top of him. “Not happening, we’ve got time. It’s only…2am.” You laugh, brushing some stray hair away from his eyes before kissing him.
“I’ve got a flight in the morning,” You add as his hands slip under your top, burning against your skin. “I think I’m worth it.”
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watching people post abt hating drivers is so funny to me bc you hate that man. who you don’t even know. who is probably different than how he acts in media.
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