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F1 and Marvel mainly. Requests are open! I don’t write smut btw

[imaginemrvel]

Masterlist ❦

Prompt List for requests is coming soon!

Currently on a short break as I am on holiday :)

❥ - fluff

☽ - angst

. • ° - discretion is advised

༄ - requested

Formula 1

Daniel Ricciardo

• Long Day Eh? - ❥

• That’s Not Me - ❥ . • ° ༄

• Pinky Promises - ❥

• Future - ❥

Charles Leclerc

• Should’ve Stayed Home - ❥

• Heart Equals Home - ❥ . • °

Carlos Sainz Jr

• Tell Me Then - ☽ ❥

Max Verstappen

• Each Other - ❥

Marvel

Xu Shangqi

• Hold Still - ❥☽

• By Your Side - ❥

Actors

Simu Liu

• Dresses and Promises - ❥

Taron Egerton

• Helping Hand - ❥

A/N: Requests are currently open!

[ricc-3]

Kicking a dog when he’s already down. Just say you have sympathy for what Daniel is going through and leave it at that.

“People can’t accept it and move on”. The entire grid showing him support when he’s struggling except his teammate.

I’m gonna stick with the world champions opinions on the situation instead.

[imaginemrvel]

the way i am so done with lando, mclaren, rat brown, this entire situation because the way they’ve treated daniel is purely disgusting. and the fact that daniel went out of his way to call oscar and let him know that there’re no hard feelings, yeah says enough.

fuck mclaren. FUCK MCLAREN.

[odrine]

I love the way he says “Oh my God” 😂

[imaginemrvel]

i love the smiley passive aggressive “what are you doing?” “what did you dooo?”

[ricciardopics]

he’s so done… he’s actually us…

[lxclerc]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 | 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧

summary: you think max dislikes you but as it turns out, it’s the complete opposite. request: not requested warning: none. tooth rotting kinda fluff that would have you calling your dentist to check for cavities. not proofread at all pairing: single mom!reader x max verstappen, platonic!reader x lewis hamilton word count: 6.2k

note: idk what happened. one minute i was writing, the next i just reached the 5k words mark.

masterlist

As the PR person, part of your job is to follow Lewis around. For the most part, you enjoy it. Lewis is a great friend and despite your hectic schedule, the pay is great, definitely enough to provide for yourself and Lucas with lots more to spare. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and you were quick to grab it. 

You mostly got along with everyone, mechanics, other PR teams and drivers alike. You’re a floater, always floating around the paddocks and making friends with anyone you find yourself with and so nearly everyone knows your name. Your bubbly nature is easy to get along with and you consider most of them your friends despite the team they’re in. Well, all except one.

You’re under the impression that Max Verstappen must hate you. Every time you try to approach him, he’s quick to turn the other way. Every time you try to start a conversation, he gives out one liners as answers and is quick to escape you. Eventually, you stop trying. You never want to invade his personal space or break his boundaries. You know you can’t get along with everyone and Max is known for his brash behavior and focus on the sport.

And in fact, you already have things to think about. Your job is a dream, a balance between travel and luxury. The people you meet and the sights you see are things money can’t buy but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Your son, only two years old, often travels with you most weekends along with your best friend but you know that different hotel rooms every week and barely a sense of stability is not the best thing for a toddler. 

The thought of leaving the job you adore so very much causes you heartache though. You love the thrill and the travels. You love the people and the adrenaline. The highest of highs and the lowest of lows. You love it all, but at the same time, Lucas is always of the highest priority. Despite only having the job for less than four years, you’re already contemplating the possibility of quitting. You’ll find other jobs and sure, they probably won’t pay as much but you’ll be with Lucas, watching him grow up.

“You have that look in your eyes again,” Lewis comments as you wait for the press conference to start. You’re still in the Mercedes hospitality and you take advantage of the catering as you throw your good friend a questioning glance. “When you’re thinking too hard.” 

Your relationship with Lewis has been a close one since you started your job. Being only twenty three years old, Lewis considers you almost as a little sister. Apart from Lucas, you have no family left and so you often spend your holidays and free time with the Hamiltons. You adore each and every one of them and Lewis is one of the most important people in your life.

“Just thinking about Lucas,” you said. Being a single, young mother meant that you often spend most of your time worrying about everything all at once and after the holidays is always the hardest, just as Lucas is beginning to get used to having you around all the time only for you to go away again. 

Before Lewis can ease your worries, your phone alarms, reminding you that it’s time for you to head to the conference room to meet with the other PR personels. The rest of you always arrive before the drivers. You place down your drink and show Lewis your phone, already running out before he can say anything. 

You shake your head to clear yourself of your thoughts, putting yourself back in work mode as you walk through the paddock. You suddenly curse yourself for not wearing a thicker jacket as you shiver from the european air. 

At that moment, you catch sight of a certain red bull driver. And despite yourself, despite repeating again and again that it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like you and that you should stop trying, you can’t help but approach him anyways. You plaster a smile on your face as you jog towards him.

“Hey,” you greet brightly. “How was your holiday?” 

He nearly jumps at the sight of you beside him, immediately taking notice of your shivering figure. “Good.” 

“Oh.” Your smile falters a little bit but you push through it. “That’s good! Good luck on the race tomorrow and see you around.” 

And with that, you’re walking away.

Max never considered himself a shy person till you. The moment you stepped into the paddock with that bright smile on your face, you’re all his dreams come true. You carry yourself with such elegance that you have him following and anticipating your every move. The only problem? You wear your silver Mercedes shirt so proudly that you barely paid him any glance. 

Pining after you for four years is probably pathetic at this point but there’s something about you that makes it nearly impossible for him to form more than short sentences. When you’re near him, your scent overtaking his senses, Max shuts down. His heart beats so fast that he can almost hear it. 

Rushing to his driver's room, he pulls out a logoless jacket from his backpack, making sure there’s nothing about it that will show that it belongs to him. He’s relieved to find his own PR personnel still in the hospitality, just about getting ready to leave. 

“Hey,” he says, handing his jacket. “Do you mind handing this to Y/N Y/L/N? Don’t tell her it’s from me.” 

The red bull PR woman gave Max a knowing smile as she accepted the jacket. “You know, Max, you should try asking her out.” 

Max says nothing. Everyone seems to know about his pathetic infatuation with you apart from you.  

---

Max gets P1 but Carlos will be starting pole. You know that no one is happy with Mercedes’ performance today and so nearly everyone retires to their hotel rooms early including you. 

That night, as your toddler refuses to go to sleep, the two of you find yourselves in the nearest convenience store, your hand firmly holding Lucas’ while his other hand grips his giraffe stuffed toy, sucking on a pacifier as you look around for snacks. 

“Mommy!” Lucas screamed just as you let go of his hand to reach for the top shelf, already running to the next aisle to grab a pack of skittles. “Kittles!” 

Your face scrunched up as you looked over at your son with the biggest grin on his face. “You really have no plans to sleep tonight, do you?” 

If possible, his grin grows bigger. “Kittles?” 

“Fine but only because you’ve been good all week.”

The way he ran to you to hug your legs in thanks is almost enough for the inevitable headache you’ll be having tomorrow after what will surely be a sleepless night. You pick Lucas up and place him on your hip. You were so occupied trying to understand the nutritional content of the belgian snack you’re holding that you hadn’t realized the person in front of you till you bumped into him. 

“I’m so sorry–” you start to say only to find Max holding a box of condoms. “Oh. Hi, Max.” 

“Y/N!” His voice is a little high pitched as he says your name, one you hadn’t known he even knew. He tries to hide the box of condoms behind him, cheeks immediately turning red. “It’s not– I’m not– It’s not for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s alright, Max. It’s none of my business. And you should be celebrating getting the fastest time.”

If possible, your statement seems to only make him blush harder. “It’s really not! My trainer asked me to get it for him since I run out of shampoo and–”

“You really don’t have to explain yourself to me, Max,” you interrupt despite finding his flustered face to be one of the most adorable things you’ve seen. “If anything, it’s a good thing you’re being safe.” 

“I swear it’s not for me.” God, Max really really hates the timing of the universe at that moment. He wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. “My trainer asked me to get it since I’m already here anyways. You can even ask him to confirm tomorrow. I’m not sleeping with anyone. I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t even been on a date in three years much less sleep with anyone which sound really pathetic now that I say it out loud but–”

By some miracle, Lucas decides to save him more embarrassment as the toddler removes his pacifier to speak, clutching a giraffe stuffed toy and a small bag of skittles within one tiny hand. “I’m Wucas.” 

“It’s Lucas,” you say softly, both to Max and your son. “He’s still struggling with his Ls.” 

Max, with his tomato red face, takes a few moments to compose himself. He notices that you’re still wearing his jacket, the much too big piece of clothing hanging from your shoulders. You’ve ditched your Mercedes shirt and when you lean towards him for half a second, he can smell his own cologne clinging to you as you laugh. 

“Hi, Lucas,” he says finally, greeting your son with a smile on his face. “I’m Max.”

“Maxie!” Lucas immediately dubs, trying to shake your arms off him as he attempts to crawl towards the red bull driver. Max throws you a panicked look as Lucas snuggles to his chest. 

“Luke, wait–” you try to say but the two year old has no plans to listen, already settling himself in Max’s arms. It’s your turn to blush. “I’m so sorry, Max. Lucas, you can’t just jump to people without asking their permission first.”

Max smiles for the first time since you met him. Of course, you’re sure he’s smiled a ton of times since then but this would be the first time he’s smiled at you and definitely the first time he smiled for you. 

“It’s alright,” Max assures you. After rambling about condoms and having revealed that he’s been suffering for blue balls the past four years (because of you since ever since meeting you, it seems as though Max is suddenly unable to form any sexual attraction with anyone and definitely unable to form any romantic attractions), he can’t help but feel much more at ease around you. “Are you guys done?”

You try not to pay too much attention to what the sight of Max holding Lucas does to you and instead hold up the Belgian snack you were inspecting along with bottles of water and Lucas’ skittles. “Just need to pay for these.”

“I can walk you back to the hotel,” he said, nervousness immediately creeping in the moment confusion formed in your face. “Only if you want, of course. I just meant I’m going the same way and it’s pretty late.”

For four years, you’ve been under the impression that Max holds a weird dislike at you. You’ve tried being nice to him, offering food, wishing him luck every weekend but you’re usually only met with one liners. You’re used to his obvious dismissal of you but you’re definitely not used to his sudden kindness. 

However, you’re never one to turn down a good deed. It is late, you’re in a foreign country and you know that you’re staying in the same hotel. What’s wrong with accepting a concern offer? 

You smile at him and Max could have sworn his heart stopped. “Sure,” you say. “Just give me a minute to pay for these.”

—

You weren’t even halfway to the hotel when the two of you heard Lucas’ small snores, his head on Max’s shoulder and tiny arms wrapped around the dutchman. You move to take him but Max assures you that it’s okay. 

“Can I ask you something?” You say, hands fiddling with the strings of the jacket you’re wearing. Max nods. “Why don’t you like me?” 

The surprise in Max’s face is evident as he faces you. “You think I don’t like you?” 

When he’s asking it like that, as though the idea is ridiculous, you can’t help but feel a little ridiculous yourself. You feel like a teenager asking an idiotic question, but you force yourself to continue. “I mean I’ve tried getting to know you and you never seem interested.” 

“I don’t dislike you,” he says slowly, hesitance clear in his voice. There’s something about tonight that makes him want to admit his feelings. “Quite the opposite, in fact.” 

You notice the way his cheeks once again tint an obvious pink and you try not to think too much at the fact that he looks so natural holding Lucas in his arms, your son sleeping so comfortably. “What do you mean?” 

“I like you a little too much,” he says quietly, looking at anywhere but you as he feels his blood rush to his cheeks. “I feel like a school boy with a crush when I’m talking to you and I never want to embarrass myself so I just don’t.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at his little confession. And Max thought he might as well continue while he still has the courage to. God knows when he’ll get the chance again. “Making a fool of myself in front of you is a genuine fear of mine and you make me so incredibly nervous.” 

You stare at him as if he’s grown two heads. “I make you nervous?” 

“Yes, very much. As shown earlier by my mouth running from me.” 

“I have a son,” you say, almost mechanically. You’ve learned early on that men don’t like dating women with children. You can understand, of course. No one wants that added responsibility especially so early on in your lives so you just stopped dating altogether, focussing all of your time to work and Lucas. 

A small smile spread across Max’s face. “I know and I don’t care. I’d love to get to know Lucas some more and you don’t have to answer now, but I’d really love to take you out to dinner. I’ve wanted to since the day I met you.” 

“Max, I–”

“You don’t have to say anything now,” he interrupts. “Think about it and let me know tomorrow. Either way, I’ll respect your answer.” 

—

The next morning, Lewis and Angela manage to convince you to bring Lucas to the paddock, the toddler all set up in Mercedes merch as he hangs from your hips or chases Roscoe around. Currently, you’re in Lewis’ drivers room with the two aforementioned people, Lucas bouncing on Lewis’ knee and Angela going through her ipad. 

“Everyone knew, Y/N,” Lewis said after you filled them up about last night and Max. “Man looked like his puppy died the day he found out you were pregnant.” 

“Who do you think has been leaving flowers for you every holiday?” Angela asked.

Every holiday whether it be the last day before christmas break or summer break, valentines day, a bouquet of flowers is always delivered to you, never with a card or even a clue of who it might be from. You always thought it’s from a mechanic, maybe one of the few who’d asked you out throughout your time working with them. The revelation that it was from Max was mind boggling to you. You began working as an intern in Mercedes four years ago, straight out of high school. Angela took a liking to you and took you right under her wing but you’ve only been actively working with them for three years after you took a year long break once Lucas was born and throughout it, you’ve always been under the impression that the dutchman dislikes you.

“Why did no one ever tell me?” You asked, your head spinning as Lucas’ giggles filled the room.

“No one actually thought it’d take him four years to own up to it,” Angela says. “And for the most part, I genuinely thought he’d gotten over it. He’s gotten a little more subtle when it comes to staring at you.”

At that moment, a knock was heard throughout the cramped space, making you stand up to find Max and another man clad in red bull merch on the other side of the door.

“Maxie!” Lucas exclaimed happily, immediately climbing out of Lewis’ lap and running to the dutchman. “Maxie! Maxie!” 

Max chuckled, kneeling to pick up the little boy. “Hey, Luke. How are you doing?” 

“Maxie, want your cap,” Lucas says, small hands already reaching for the red bull cap on Max’s head. For his part, Max didn’t hesitate at removing it, placing it on Lucas’ much smaller head.

“Traitor,” Lewis muttered from behind you guys, earning a chuckle out of everyone. 

“Hey,” you greet. “What are you doing here?” 

Max’s orange and blue looks out of place around the silver and white, so much so that the mechanics passing by stared at him. 

“That would be because of me,” the man Max came with spoke up. “I’m Bradley, Max’s personal  trainer. I hope we aren’t interrupting.” 

You throw a glance at Max’s direction before offering your hand for Bradley to shake. “Nice to meet you, Bradley. I’m Y/N and no, you’re not interrupting. We’re just killing time before the drivers’ parade.” 

“Oh trust me, I know all about you. Max doesn’t shut up about you–” Max, who was engaged in a conversation with Lucas (mainly consisting of him agreeing to everything the little boy said) reached forward to lightly smack Bradley on the back of his head. “I mean, I just came here to tell you that the condoms from last night are, in fact, mine and that Max is not seeing or even sleeping with anyone.” 

You can’t help the genuine laugh that escaped past your lips as you realized the purpose of their visit. Max is still ridiculously focused on whatever Lucas is babbling about, making a point not to look at you as his cheeks burn bright red all the way to his neck and ears.

“Thank you for confirming that, Bradley, but I believed Max last night.” 

Max turned to you, still not meeting your eyes. “Just making sure. It isn’t exactly the best look.”

You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest. Maybe Lewis and Angela are right. You should give this a chance. You deserve to fall in love, right? You deserve to be loved and cared for and adored. You go on your tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on Max’s cheek which left the dutch man in shock, his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Good luck out there,” you said softly, prying Lucas away from him. “I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Go, Maxie!” Lucas shouted gleefully as Max stood stunned. Loving you from afar has always been thrilling but he’s not quite sure his heart could take loving you so close by. 

A few hours later, after consoling a heartbroken Lewis and making sure he’s okay, you can’t help but cheer along with the red bull garage as Max crosses the checkered flags. Lucas jumps along with you, the two of you running out of the Mercedes Hospitality into the track. 

“Maxie! Maxie!” Lucas screams happily as you carry him, hands clapping together excitedly and noise canceling headphones enveloping his small head. You’re sure you must look out of place in your Mercedes merch cheering along with the sea of orange and you’re sure that some fan would probably take a picture and post it on social media but still, you can’t help your excitement as Max climbs out of his car. 

Max, in his own excitement and bliss, overjoyed at the sight of you cheering for him and Lucas screaming his name happily, red bull cap still on, seems to have completely forgotten about the camera as he ran towards you, wrapping both arms around the two of you as you laughed, accepting his embrace. 

You’re sure the camera must have focused on you now and you’re sure everyone will be talking about it come tomorrow morning but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you laughed, letting him pull you both against his chest. 

“Maxie, you went vroom vroom so fast!” Lucas exclaimed, hands wildly swinging about in his own excitement. 

Max didn’t hesitate to take Lucas from your arms as though he’s done it a thousand times before and for some reason, you hadn’t hesitated handing your son to him as though it’s the most natural thing ever. 

Beaming from ear to ear, you spoke up. “So about that dinner date.”

Max turned to you, hope and excitement clear in his eyes. “Yeah?” 

“How does seven pm sound?”

Max’s grin stretched as he wrapped an arm around you again, feeling as though he’s at the top of the world. At that moment, he realized that nothing beats this. Nothing beats finally having you in his arms, you smiling at him as though he hangs the moon and the stars or the sound of Lucas screaming and cheering his name. 

Not even a championship beats this feeling. “That sounds perfect.” 

— 

In the months you spend with Max, you begin hating yourself more and more for not catching on to his feelings sooner. Falling for him was inevitable. At the end of your first date, the two of you were already planning your second. By the end of your second date, you were both so giddy and happy that as soon as you got home, after putting Lucas to sleep, you and Max were on the phone, spending the night awake as you talked about everything and nothing all at once. 

Your third date was unplanned with Lucas absolutely deciding that he can’t go to sleep unless Max is next to him, you were forced to call up the dutchman, sheepishly explaining the situation as you shyly invited him into your hotel room. 

Max hadn’t even hesitated agreeing, already knocking on your door a minute later. The three of you spent the night watching disney movies till Lucas’ snores began, small body sprawled across Max’s chest. Your hands found each other under the blanket, tightly entwining. 

“This is my favorite date,” he told you in the darkness, voice quiet as to not wake Lucas. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, giving his hand a squeeze. “It might be mine too.” 

Your fourth date was canceled. Max was called into red bull HQ, ending up with him giving you an apologetic call as the stewardess reminds him to put his phone on airplane mode as they’re about to take off. Max promised to call you as soon as he landed. He doesn’t end up calling till a few hours later, catching you by surprise as you accepted the facetime call and saw him wearing a suit and tie, candlelit dinner in front of him.

Still, he called you the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen at least two times throughout your virtual dinner despite the fact that you’re only wearing your pajamas and eating take out mcdonalds. The two of you fell asleep on facetime. 

On your fifth date, Max insists on staying in and cooking for you and Lucas. Unfortunately, he’s pretty bad at cooking. Fortunately, he’s adorable and so you end up rescuing the mashed potatoes from him, Max slightly pouting as you order him to the side where he situated himself on the countertop, trying to salvage your dinner. 

You move towards him, situating yourself between his legs as you cup his cheeks, making Max take a deep breath at your sudden closeness. Despite being with you, he still often finds himself in awe that he doesn’t need to pine after you from far away. 

“You’re adorable,” you tell him with a smile, planting a small kiss on his jaw as his hands move to your hips, trying to pull you closer towards his body.

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked, trying to guide your lips against his.

“Yes,” you answer without the need to think about it. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Your lips were just about to touch when a pair of little arms wrapped around Max’s leg. Lucas, who was previously in the living room keeping busy with the miniature race cars Max bought for him, must have noticed that something was happening in the kitchen that he wants to be a part of.

“Maxie, mommy!” Lucas called, raising his arms up as a sign to pick him up. You do so, placing him on Max’s leg as the dutchman wrapped his arms around the two of you, placing his chin on the top of your head as you leaned against his shoulder. 

“Hey, buddy,” Max greets your son.

Lucas practically glowed from Max’s attention as he held up his small Red Bull race car. “Maxie, look! Is you!” 

Max plants a small kiss on the top of Lucas’ head and for a moment, you’re terrified of what could be. Your heart fears losing Max already despite only being official with him. The thought of losing this, the thought of losing this, feels all so terrifying for you as you watch the two of them. 

Max seems to have caught your fear as he tightens his arms around you, meeting your eyes. “We’ll be okay. I’m never letting you go. I’m here till you want me here.” 

You smile, melting into his touch as Lucas demands his attention again. Maybe you are making a mistake so quickly introducing Max into Lucas’ life. Maybe this will all be heartbreak with all three of you crying.

Or maybe it won’t. Maybe it’ll be okay after all. 

Next week after that, you file your resignation letter with Lewis’ encouragement. You’ll be going back to university at the end of the season and Toto tells you that if you ever want to come back, you always have a place with them. You shed a tear or two as he offers you a hug. 

That same morning, you walk into the paddock hand in hand with Max for the first time and you’re sure the three of you look a little ridiculous with you in your mercedes merch, Max in red bull and Lucas on his shoulder in both but your fear of people talking seems to be in vain as everyone else was more interested in making fun of Max rather than scrutinizing your relationship.

“And here I thought you’d never actually ask her out!” Daniel, to no one’s surprise, turns out to be Max’s biggest headache as he grins at the sight of the three of you.

But Max is unbothered by them all, far too happy with finally being able to love you in the open to care. “Me too, mate, me too.” 

Four months after you and Max began dating, you find yourself moving into his Monaco home, the three of you spending your afternoons painting Lucas’ new room before his small birthday party in two days.

“Maxie, I want it red,” says your almost three year old. “I’m gonna be a racer one day like you!” 

Max’s grin widened at your son’s announcement. You know this already as the two of them are already counting down till Lucas can start karting. “You sure will, Mijn liefde.” My love.

“I’m gonna drive for ferrari!” 

At that announcement, Max turned to Lucas so fast that you feared he might get a whiplash. “For what?” 

 “Ferrari!” Lucas says as though he’s just cured cancer. “Uncle Charles said it’s the best team in the world.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the horrified look on Max’s face. Being with Max, you can’t help but be closer to the other drivers. Before, you didn’t really get much chance considering that Lewis rarely joins along, preferring to keep to himself and his close knit of friends but now, it’s clear to you that Max, Daniel, Charles and a bunch of other drivers hold a close friendship, especially those who all live in Monaco.

“Uncle Charles needs to keep his mouth shut,” Max says, looking genuinely stressed as he kneeled in front of Lucas, holding the grinning little boy down. Your son looks so much like you that Max can’t help but love him too but even if he didn’t, Max would love him anyway. Lucas looks up to Max. Anyone who’s ever seen the two together can see that and Max swore he’d be the best father figure in his life. “Don’t listen to uncle Charles, he’s just being a baby that my really fast Red Bull car beat him out of the championship. Ferrari is shit.”

You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder in a faux attempt to comfort him. The entire situation is so amusing to you that you can’t even find it in yourself to scold him about cursing in front of a child.

“Ferrari is shit!” Lucas announced happily, a toothless grin showing as he threw himself at Max’s chest, the driver always ready to catch him. 

“Lucas, that's a bad word,” you say but still, your grin is wide. 

“No, no, wait,” Max says, holding your son in one arm as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, turning on the camera and pointing it at Lucas. “Say it again, Luke, but this time add ‘and red bull is better’.” 

“Ferrari is shit and red bull is better!” Lucas was more than happy to oblige, always ready to do anything for Max’s praise and attention.

“Max!” You scold but your boyfriend only gives you a grin, mirroring Lucas’ so much that they almost look like they might be blood related. 

Max sends the video to Charles, to which the monegasque replies with his own video message dramatically frowning and pretending to wipe nonexistent tears. “I’m very very offended, little Verstappen.”

You were so happy that you hadn’t even noticed the nickname the rest of the divers had given your son. 

That night, as you both tuck Lucas in with Max reading him a story, the little boy on his chest and you leaning against his knee, you watch as Lucas tries to cuddle deeper into Max’s chest, his tiny hands clutching at the driver’s shirt as Max’s voice become quieter and quieter as he finishes reading. 

Seeing Lucas grow up heals your inner child. Seeing him with everything you didn’t get, with the love and affection you craved but didn’t have makes you feel as though you’re doing something right. Even his room, from his rotating planet nightlights to the lego formula 1 cars on his shelf and the books lining his walls. He has everything he could need and want and more and you almost want to cry at the thought that you were able to provide him all of this. 

Max seems to be overcome with his own emotions as he watches the little boy sleep in awe, hand reaching forward to gently push back Lucas’ hair as though he couldn’t quite believe that something so beautiful is in his arms. 

Planting a soft kiss on the top of Lucas’ head, the two of you move to leave his room but Lucas’ hold on Max only tightens as Max tries to unclench his fist. 

“I don’t think he wants to let go,” Max told you quietly as Lucas shifts, snuggling closer to Max’s body like a moth drawn to the flame.

“No, daddy,” the little boy muttered sleepily, objecting to Max’s attempt to move away, causing you and Max to immediately halt your movements. 

“Did he just–” Max begins and you feel your head spinning. 

You love Max and if there’s something in this world that you’re sure of, is that he loves you and Lucas too. He’s always shown it and never failed to let you know but above all, your son is your priority. The thought of you and Max not working out and Lucas being left heartbroken fills you with so much dread. You know Max will never purposely hurt you or Lucas but sometimes things just happen, relationships just fail and people just fall out of love. There’s nothing certain in this world and less of all, a man. You learned that the hard way and you never want Lucas to learn it too. 

You feel Max’s hand softly placed on your cheek, seemingly having read all of your thoughts and fears from your eyes. “I’m not going to promise you anything because promises mean nothing but I will show you. I will show you that if you’ll let me, I’m more than ready to be the best father Lucas needs and I’m here to stay hopefully forever. I’m all in, Y/N. I love you and I love him more than I ever thought possible.”

You face him, leaning into his touch as you hold his hand on your cheek, placing a kiss on his palm. He’s right, he can’t promise you anything but you’re willing to give him the chance to show you. “Okay.” 

— 

The next race weekend, you found yourself sitting in a lounge chair in Monaco as Max and Checo do PR (something that involves ducks and a pool) along with the Red Bull Marketing, your laptop fired up as you edit things to post for the official Mercedes instagram later. Some must still find it weird, you in your Merc merch following Max around in your free time but most of them are used to it, even welcoming you and considering you a friend now. 

On the chair next to you, Lucas had his afternoon nap, now three years old, sucking on his thumb as the world about him goes around. He rarely ever misses a weekend now, usually with you or Max. He promises to be on his best behavior so long as you let him come with you and for the most part, he’s kept the promise. 

“Oh hey!” Max exclaimed happily, his face lighting up at the sight of the fish toy. “We got this thing at home!” 

You looked up at his statement, immediately recognizing the sight of the yellow fish toy that you both love and hate. For the most part, it makes bath time so much easier but at the same time, if you have to hear baby shark one more time, you think you might just lose your mind. 

As if on cue, your boyfriend put his hands on his hips, a smile painting his face. “Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo doo. It’s when my son is having a bath that we have that thing.” 

Your eyes widened, seemingly along with everyone else’s. The fans know you and know Lucas, a newest fan favorite with his appearances in the paddock screaming Maxie in the happiest voice but Max had never actually called the little boy his son. Lucas has always been your son in everyone else’s eyes and yet Max’s so very casual and natural admittance of the mere fact had your heart bursting. 

Max’s loud laughter as he sang baby shark must have woken Lucas as his eyes fluttered open, looking around. Jealousy almost blossomed in your chest in the way your son’s eyes barely glanced in your direction before stopping on Max’s figure if only you weren’t so grateful that he’s getting such a loving father.

“Daddy!” Lucas called, cutting Max off mid sentence as the little boy jumped to his feet, running towards the dutchman, who’s kneeling by the pool side tinkering with the toy fish. 

“Luke!” You called, trying to stop him but one of the Red Bull Marketing only smiled at you, letting you know it’s okay as Max picked up Lucas. 

“It’s okay, we’re almost done anyways,” the red bull personnel let you know and you thought that for a team that’s so hated, they’ve always been so kind and understanding to you.

“Hey, bud, I thought you were sleeping?” Max asked, voice immediately becoming softer as he pushed back Lucas’ hair, trying to see if there’s anything wrong. 

“Hi, uncle Checo,” Lucas muttered sleepily, ignoring Max's question, giving the Mexican a small wave as he rested his head on his father’s shoulder. 

“Hi, little Verstappen,” Checo smiles.

You stand up, approaching them as you try to get Lucas back but your son only holds on to Max tighter before you can even reach them, his eyes sleepy and fluttering shut. “Stay with daddy.”

“Can he stay with me?” Max asks you and the marketing team in charge.

“No problem, we’re done anyways,” they said with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still out of the camera’s view.

Max only smiles at you as he shifts Lucas’ weight to one arm. “Ja, mijn liefste.” Yes, my love.

You’ve heard that sentence enough to understand it as you hesitantly returned to your seat and they continued their filming, a sleeping Lucas now hanging by Max’s side. They continue filming, saying their goodbyes to the camera as you pack up yours and Lucas’ things. 

“And that’s all,” the red bull marketing said, cutting the cameras as Max walked over to you, his free arm wrapping around your waist. 

“If I didn’t love the two of you so much, I would have been jealous with his obvious favoritism to you,” you joke as you lean to his touch, causing Max to laugh out loud. 

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this is the most adorable thing i’ve ever read, ty author for this masterpiece 😭

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michael: wise advice

daniel: no

[imaginemrvel]

Hii, I loved the first part of your new Charles Leclerc story! I’m very excited about the next chapters! Could you add me to the taglist, please?

Yes of course, and I can’t wait to release them!! Thanks so much for the support.

[imaginemrvel]

hi! loved the first part of “heart equals home”, so i was wondering if i could be added to the taglist!

I’m glad you liked it!! And yeah ofc, I’ve added you to it :)

[imaginemrvel]

Heart Equals Home | Charles Leclerc

*Photo Creds: Dan Istitene via Getty Images*

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

A/N: This is going to be a series, yes, the DR series was discontinued and archived because I couldn’t seem to understand where the plot line was going, I had major creative block every time I went to add more to it. I’m sorry for anyone who was following it but I may return to it in the future, I’m not sure yet. But for now, I want to start a fresh chapter with a new series and I hope you enjoy.

A/N: There is no summary for this because firstly, I can’t be bothered to write one and secondly, it’s pretty self-explanatory from the first chapter really. I’m writing in first person for this because I find it’s an easier way of writing plus when you imagine it as an ‘I’ thing, it becomes a lot more intimate and thus personable as well as realistic, and enjoyable!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, clubbing, alcohol, swearing

Masterlist

My first love. A love that I never saw coming, a love that left imprints on my soul and would do so for all of eternity, or atleast for as long as I was alive. For months, I stayed up thinking about him, wondering where in the world he was, on an emotional and physical level.

I guess he went through a lot of torment, but he never opened up about it to me a lot, on the days that he did, it was the sort of stuff I’d hear in a movie as the main character corrected their path to one of redemption and justice.

But those days of digging up the past are over for me, in fact, I don’t even know why I ever did think about him so much because I never really was on the receiving end of an opportunity to tell him how I feel about him. No, how I felt about him.

Past tense, because that’s what it is, the past. It was something I was told by my good friend, Leya, if I just keep going back to the beginning then I won’t have enough time to continue everything else, because other people will get bored of waiting. I mean, she was referring to a long night of clubbing and the fact that I was entirely too focused on my makeup rather than my outfit but still, I found it moving enough.

“That dress is cute.” Leya’s head was perched up on her arms, her eyes raking over my figure as I twirled in the mirror. “The bottom half of the dress is shorter than my underwear.” I snorted, returning my gaze to her in the reflection.

“So fucking what? It’s Monaco, it’s once in a lifetime.” A groan left my mouth just as Carla entered, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. “Y/N, when was the last time you were here?” She innocently inquired as Leya tutted, “like years ago no? I still can’t believe you LEFT Monaco for America, that’s like leaving a gold mine for a cave.”

“I didn’t leave, my family moved Leya, it’s a part of life. You know how you moved from Liam to Jayce in the span of a week, it’s a part of life.” Leya made an insulting mocking noise and threw a pillow at me from behind her, but I expertly dodged it.

“Okay okay, but how long has it really been?” I sighed, combing through my hair with my fingers. “I don’t know, five years maybe?” My mind instantly went back to what life was like five years ago; small, meek, repetitive, but the one person that didn’t make it seem so dull was a person long gone from my life.

Before I could fall into a deep train of thought, I caught myself. “Five years? Jesus, you never came to visit?” Leya questioned, now sitting with her arms holding her up behind her.

“Monte Carlo got more expensive over the years, we couldn’t afford to. It’s only when I got my promotion that I.. well, am here,” I truthfully answered.

“What about all of your old friends?” Carla added but Leya turned to her annoyingly, “she has us? Who else would she ever need?” I nervously let out a chuckle and glanced between both of them, deciding to change the topic while I still could.

“Come on, we should get going.” I ushered and Carla turned on her heel to head into the bathroom where she left her purse, while Leya scurried to the mirror to take a look at herself close-up simultaneously nudging me on the shoulder.

I moved away when I heard my phone vibrate on the stand just below the TV. I skimmed over the message with my eyes, a smile on my lips as I clicked on it and read it out loud. “Eric and Zac are meeting us there, and apparently, Luca is finding his own way.”

I ended with a chuckle and Leya joined me, “Do you reckon it was truth or dare?” I smiled, not looking up from my phone as I typed out a response to him. “Oh for sure, but with alcohol, just to be on the frisky side.”

I shoved the phone into my clutch and brought it over my shoulder, hopping on one foot either way to get my heels on, once that was done, I looked around to see Leya behind me, reapplying her lipgloss for the millionth time while Carla was anxiously checking the time on her phone.

“Right girls, we ready?” I nodded, popping my ‘p’ on the end of my ‘yep’, and looked back to Leya just as she dropped the tube of lipgloss into her purse.

“Let’s get this night fucking started, PLEASE.”

I threw my head back in laughter as Eric mumbled a joke in my ear, the tip of his nose grazing my bare skin. “Stop.” I commanded but another laugh escaped my lips so he knew I wasn’t being serious, “do you know how hot you look in that dress? Fucking sinful.”

A blush creeped over my cheeks and my chest, I clenched my thighs together and there was a playful smirk on Eric’s lips, knowing what he was doing. “Behave, I’m not doing it in a club again, we both know how it ended last time.” His mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape as he remembered the fond story we both like to tell on the nights we get piss drunk.

“Poor man definitely let a little piddle out.” Placing a hand on his chest, I pushed him away with a wide smile on my lips, rolling my eyes too. “I’m getting another drink.” Eric nodded, squeezing my arm to grab my attention again, leaning in to ask me if I wanted him to come with but I shook my head, telling him there was no need.

I strolled over to the bar, planting myself on one of the stools and leaned on to the counter with both elbows on the marble, the cool surface in contrast to my sweaty arms sent goosebumps up my skin.

“Margarita, shaken please.” I ended with a friendly smile, my head tilting slightly to the left, the alcohol I’d already consumed hadn’t quite hit me yet but I was definitely starting to feel some effects of it.

My mind was a slight haze, not realising the bartender had slid my drink over to me until I forced my eyes wide open. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, tensing up from the unfamiliar contact. If I elbow them, how far would they be pushed back? What if I just smashed this glass over their head, how much would it cost?

But I eased when he leaned into my ear, “I’m going to go and grab Luca, he’s lost himself somewhere.” I chuckled and whisked around on the chair, “you shouldn’t have let him walk here.” Eric winked and traced his finger along my jawline, “he insisted.”

Tilting my head up, he leaned forward as if to press a kiss to my lips but only smiled against them. I clasped my hands around his neck and pulled him into me, deepening it when he placed two hands on my waist. “Later.” I groaned annoyingly against his mouth which caused him to let out a sigh, “you’re going to finish what you started soon, baby.”

He tilted his head down to his jeans and I laughed, pressing a final soft kiss to his lips before unclasping my hands, pulling away. “I’ll tell Leya to be with you until I come back.” I nodded my head, my heart warmed like I was a teenage girl with a school crush.

He swiftly made his exit and I was left alone at the bar again. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring, either from afar or really up-close, but someone was piercing their eyes into the back of my head. The alcohol was definitely starting to take effect, the room spinning slightly every time I turned my head so by the end of it, I decided to leave it be and let whoever was staring stare, plus take it as a compliment.

I lazily stood up from my seat, realising that the bar was getting busier so it was going to get a whole lot more cramped in the matter of minutes, even seconds. As I made my way through the ever-increasing group of people, I winced when I heard someone’s voice incredibly close to my ear.

At first, I believed it was Leya because Eric mentioned he’d tell her to come to me before he left but this one was masculine. The voice didn’t seem laced with alcohol or slurred, nor did the person who’s voice it belonged to touch me anywhere let alone inappropriately.

That was when my mind registered what the voice said. “I never thought I’d see you again.” My eyebrows subconsciously knitted together at the confusion of who it could be, maybe an old friend who noticed me from far away? Maybe a Monacan relative I haven’t seen in years?

The voice becomes a person when they walk around me so that I can see them in clear view now. The man’s hair was messy yet looked incredibly fluffy, the kind I’d want to run my hands through. Even under the club lighting and the booming music, his eyes were piercing, the green in them obviously apparent even from a distance, they were the kind I’d get lost in. His pointed nose and his pink plump lips, the kind I’d pepper kisses over every chance I got.

Except I have. I have ran my hands through that hair before, I have lost myself in those eyes before, I have left kisses over that nose and those lips.

Fuck.

“Charles,” I manage to breathe out. He smiles, he loves the way I mumbled his name, he knows the memories of us in our teenage years came flooding back to me like a harsh wave over the shore, much like they’d flooded back to him when he first saw me from across the club.

Neither of us say anything to each other, either because we didn’t know what to say or because we didn’t want to, instead we wanted to soak each other in, let our eyes wander over the other’s body, notice the tiny things that have changed because we’ve both been absent from each other’s lives for a long time.

He tilts his head towards an empty high-top table near the back of the club and I find myself absentmindedly following him, like a lost puppy finally reunited with its owner. He’s wearing a black shirt, prints of the brand marked on the shoulders, short sleeves.

His figure remained the same, but I guess that‘s a given if he chose to remain in the same career he was in years ago. Motorsport. Perhaps he’s a little bit taller, but I couldn’t be sure, I didn’t spend any minute with him judging his height, I spent those minutes with him in all of his glory, soaking him in, believing he was mine.

While my feet were carrying me to where he was going, I didn’t feel much inside of me. Maybe my stomach had flipped a few times or my breath had caught in my throat when I came to the realisation of who it was, but not much else. I liked that.

As he turned, I felt my legs weaken a little from the alcohol and he subliminally extended his arms out to catch me but I adjusted myself without his help, his arms returning back to his sides. There was a part of me that wished he did, so I could’ve felt what I did years ago, a yearn for his touch, for his attention, but I’m older now, I’m not a teenager.

He knew he couldn’t hold me anymore from the lowering look on his face, he must’ve saw me clasp my hands around Eric’s neck and pull him closer so I could feel his lips on mine. I felt ashamed at that, but I shook it out of my head, I don’t owe him anything.

“How are you?“ I asked, I watched as his eyes faltered a little, I guess there was a possibility he wanted me to say something else, anything else.

Maybe he wanted me to ask where he’s been all these years, tell him if my feelings for him have changed, pull him into me, but I couldn’t know for sure.

And this was awkward enough.

My eyes were rather widened, my mouth was slightly agape, my heart had begun palpitating under his gaze, he watched my every movement as if I would slip away if he looked away for a second.

I wasn’t sure why he was having an effect on me, but I guess it was because I was seeing the same man who once held so much substance in my life again, the man who I thought would never return.

“I’m okay.” His accent was as prominent as ever and I grinned at that, a man of layers I used to regard him as, maybe he still was. But I wouldn’t know, I mean how would I? We’re not friends but I guess we never really were even when we were close.

“You look.. great.” He paused for a moment before he finished, and a blush tinted my cheeks, it was a compliment, of course I was going to react to it, I would react like that regardless of who it was.

His eyes dragged over my body and I don’t know why but I adjusted my dress so it covered me a little more, suddenly feeling the need to be modest, mentally cursing Leya in my head for convincing me to wear it. But she didn’t know, I didn’t know, nobody knew this was going to happen tonight, neither did Charles.

His gaze met the floor, “so do you.” I returned, it is human nature to compliment them back if they compliment me first. At least, that’s what I was taught by my mum growing up.

“How, how long has it been?” I added, I didn’t want the conversation to end and by the way Charles’ eyes lit up slightly, he was pleased with my question. But I don’t know why.

“Five, six years?” He responded, even though it came out like a question rather than an answer. His jaw ticked, he couldn’t comprehend that it’d really been that long he’d gone without his first love by his side.

I wanted to tell him that I’d missed him, but I was mad, I was mad that he’d never attempted to find me as I’d attempted to find him the first year I’d gone without him. But he meant more to me then, not as much now, so I ignored that pesky feeling and pushed it aside.

“I’m sorry I-” Charles begun but he was cut off as his eyes fell to the approaching figure besides me, I followed his gaze and weakly smiled as Eric draped his forearm around my body, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I wanted him to continue but when I returned my eyes to him, his eyes were on the bar and his hands were tucked away into the front pockets of his washed-out jeans, his jaw clenched.

“Who’s this?” I breathed in and forced a smile on to my lips, trying to act as if the conversation had been a pleasantly surprising one, looking up at Eric. “Eric, this is Charles, an..”

I subconsciously paused, rattling through the options in my mind as to what I could use to introduce him as, the Monacan noticed my slight hesitation but he didn’t step in.

“He’s an old friend, from when I lived in Monaco.” Charles refrained from scoffing, meeting the gaze of the man who was eyeing him suspiciously. “Charles, this is Eric, my boyfriend.”

He forced a tight-lipped smile, taking Eric’s hand and shaking it before letting go. “It’s nice to meet you man, I’ve never met any of her mates from here.” He finished, running his hand up and down my back like he always does.

“I’m glad to be the first one.” He met my eyes and offered me a smile, one that I sceptically returned. He patted Eric on the shoulder before walking away, I wanted to turn back and see if he was watching me but I didn’t, he wasn’t a part of my life anymore, I needed to accept that.

“Wanna make a bet on how many of your friends we’ll run into tonight?” I hummed in response, lost in thought. “Let’s just get back to our friends.” Eric noticed my shift in personality and nodded, taking my hand and following me back to Carla and Luca.

The three got lost in a drunken conversation but my eyes were constantly scanning and searching the room, I don’t know what I was expecting to do or to say to him if I saw him, maybe I was hoping he’d finish his sentence, what was he going to apologise for?

For never trying to find me? For bothering me at the club? For never contacting me? For never becoming anything more with each other when we had an infinite amount of potential? What was it?

My mind was spinning in circles and somewhere, I half-wished he was feeling the same, wondering if there was anything left unsaid on my part, but how could I know?

“Dude, are you with us?” Lando cut Charles’ thoughts short as the Ferrari driver met his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, what’s up?” The Brit didn’t seem convinced that his mate was listening, trying to figure out where he was looking until he landed on the wrong group of girls that Charles definitely wasn’t looking at.

“Someone catch your eye?” He smirked as he questioned, the Monacan turned away from his friend and rolled his eyes, finding his oblivious nature entirely too amusing.

“No, definitely not, Lando.” The Brit groaned, wanting and needing something to entertain himself, which usually meant taking the piss out of one of his friends.

Charles couldn’t stop the feeling of waves of guilt and sadness washing over him, maybe if he’d met her again a year earlier, she’d have been happier to see him or she’d be single and not with a guy that she’s over the moon to be with.

She deserves that, someone who treats her well, someone who is able to fully commit his time and attention to her whenever she needs it, the one thing Charles couldn’t afford to give.

But he wanted to know more. He wanted to know what she did for a living now, did she follow her dreams that they used to talk about for hours and hours on the roof? He wanted to know what her favourite season was, did it change, did the reason change? He wanted to know if she knew anything about him, did she really forget or had she been clinging on to hope that they’d reunite just like he had for half a decade?

But she has a boyfriend, a group of friends, people she was willing to travel to another country with, clearly trusting and loyal people, she looked like she was doing really well for herself, her skin was glowing just as much as it did five years ago, her body he still yearned to reach out and hold, her hair he still wished he could comb his fingers through.

She seemed so close and familiar yet so distant and unusual.

It’d been a long night of drinking, and any thoughts of Charles or the conversation we shared or the unfinished sentence he left alone had been rid from my mind from the toxic invasion known as alcohol.

Me and Eric both left the club together and earlier than the others, unable to keep our hands off of each other in the back of the cab he called while I stupidly giggled away.

Rounds and rounds of sex, drunkenly hilarious kisses and cuddles diminished the wedge between us that I was scared Charles had created by simply making an appearance in my life again, but Eric is perfect for me. He loves me, cares for me, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown aside for a man who didn’t bother to find me for five years.

Eric falls asleep earlier than me, my naked body pressed into his side, his arm snaked around me while his other arm is tucked behind his head. I press a lazy kiss to his lips and another, running my hand over his chest and pressing a kiss to his collarbone before finally resting my head.

My head is blank as I grow tired, but I know it’ll be filled with thoughts the moment I wake up, along with a banging headache.

No pun intended.

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Monaco GP 2022 👋🏻 Azerbaijan GP 2022 [x, x]

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Enchanté

[imaginemrvel]

Each Other | Max Verstappen

*NOT MY GIF!*

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: The first race of the season couldn’t have gone worse, and Max just needed two things: a break and you by his side.

Warnings: pure fluff, losing the Bahrain GP

Masterlist

It was a rough start to the season, with Max being forced to retire in the first race, he wasn’t in the best of moods.

The cool air in the hotel room courtesy of the conditioning, despite Bahrain’s scorching temperatures, definitely complemented the silence that had overtaken both you and the Dutchman since he had returned to the hotel.

As you finished your evening routine in the bathroom, you’d assumed that Max had fallen asleep but you were surprised when you saw him awake, gazing lightly at the ceiling, definitely deep in thought.

The satin sheets only covered him from the waist below, his hands behind his head. You knew he wasn’t necessarily angry, everyone’s able to tell when Max Verstappen is angry about something. He was just in his own bubble, like how he was after every race, some just lasted longer than others like this one.

You tucked your travel journal into the first drawer of the nightstand and slipped into bed, staying on your side. You pushed your hair over your right shoulder, looking up at the ceiling as you laid back, playing with the blanket with your feet to adjust it to your liking.

“Ugh.” You groaned quietly, realising that your human version of a radiator was on the other side of the bed and that the AC was getting entirely too uncomfortable for you to sleep with. You debated getting up and calling the reception to see if they could crank it down when Max spoke.

“Why are you so far away?” He questioned, and you paused, turning your head so you could see him, a shy smile on your lips when you realised he was already looking at you.

You looked over his face, his features were soft and comforting in the moonlight but his eyebrows were subtly drawn together, confused as to why you weren’t cuddled up to him like you usually were.

“You’re a man of your space Max.” You replied, trying to ignore the goosebumps arising on your skin since you were getting increasingly colder.

“Not when it comes to you. Come here.” You bit back a smile, grateful that it was relatively dark in the room so he couldn’t make out the blush encompassing your cheeks, knowing you’d get endlessly teased for it.

He moved his arm away from his head and instead straightened it out on the pillows, motioning for you to rest your head on it. “Won’t your arm.. be dead in the morning?” You asked, shuffling closer to him with your head hesitantly hovering over.

“Probably.” You chuckled at his short response and caved, planting your head so it was half on his upper arm and half on his shoulder, your head nestled just under his chin.

He adjusted himself so you could cuddle right into him and you took the opportunity you were given. “You’re freezing.” He commented, pulling you impossibly closer and slightly picking himself up so he could reach over and grab the blanket from where it was only draped over your waist.

Max brought the blanket over your shoulders, wrapping his arm around your waist. A silence befell you both once again, the Dutchman tilting his head slightly to kiss the top of your hair.

“I’m sorry.. about today.” You muttered, cautious with your words. You didn’t know if he was even ready to speak about it.

“Shit happens. Only the first race.” You nodded your head, drawing with your index finger on his chest, he drew circles on your hip bone with his thumb. “You’ll be on the top step in the next race, I know you will.”

You let your eyes flutter close as the corners of Max’s lips twitched upwards, he planted another kiss on the top of your hair again, but let it linger for a moment. Your words were calming, they almost sounded like a prophecy with the way they fell so beautifully from your mouth.

And sure enough, he did. He won the Jeddah Grand Prix seven days later, knowing the first words that would come out of your mouth when he saw you would be, “I told you so.”

[forzasedici]

when you see a red flag during monaco sessions:

[karlmarxverstappen]

max singing baby shark it's how we know he lives with a toddler and is a full time step dad

[imaginemrvel]

“I hear this all the f****** time.” 😂😂😂

[soadoya]

➣ LEWIS HAMILTON | LH44 & VR46 swap seats

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You don't understand my love for this photo. They are glowing, I'm obsessed.

[imaginemrvel]

literally the definition of warmth 🥹

[imaginemrvel]

Future | Daniel Ricciardo

*GIF Creds: @ariesrain*

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: With a child and working at the McLaren Technology Centre, oftentimes you find yourself having to take your son with you, and you notice a certain F1 driver getting closer with him, and it warms your heart.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of being a single mum, mentions of a one-night stand and the biological father not being present, another dad dan fic cause why the hell not :)

The son’s name is Micah because I love that name :’)

Masterlist

You flip through some paperwork, rubbing your forehead while trying to rid your eyes of the sleep you hadn’t but really should’ve gotten yesterday. Considering Micah is three years old, you would’ve assumed that meant he’d be more independent and not keep you up at unholy hours of the night but boy, were you wrong.

When he was born, you feared you had to give up your job at McLaren and when you were due to give in your resignation, you’d entered Zak’s office assuming he wouldn’t be busy when you’d noticed Daniel standing opposite his desk, his arms crossed.

‘S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.’ You looked between Zak and Daniel, Daniel meeting your eyes, his gaze remaining on you when your eyes flickered back to Zak’s, tapping the letter against the palm of your hand.

‘It’s okay Y/N, how can I help you?’ You sighed, reaching over to place the white envelope on his desk, straightening back up and motioning towards it with your hand. ‘It’s my resignation Sir.’ You admitted, swallowing the lump in your throat.

‘I don’t understand.’ Zak responded, knowing that you were happy with your job here and not understanding why you suddenly wanted to resign. ‘Is this about Micah?’ You looked to Daniel, nodding your head, not being able to read the expression on his face.

‘Partially, I want to be able to commit myself to McLaren and I’m only doing the inevitable Sir.’ Zak stood up from his seat, reaching for the resignation. ‘Are you sure about this?’

Just as you were about to nod your head, Daniel spoke again. ‘Wait, if this is about Micah, why don’t you bring him here? The team wouldn’t mind taking care of him while you get your work done.’ Your mouth parted slightly open to respond but Zak beat you to it. ‘And I’m sure we can figure out a schedule to best accommodate you. I do that with everyone, I wouldn’t mind doing it for one more.’

You looked to the floor, fidgeting with your fingers. Truthfully, you’d loved the idea of bringing Micah here, the McLaren team were your family and you never wanted to put yourself in the position of losing them but your son meant more to you. If Zak could rearrange your schedule, it would mean you could continue working at the Technology Centre while he’s being taken care of.

‘I wouldn’t want us to be a burden to anyone.’ You honestly added. ‘You’d never be a burden.’ You smiled gratefully at Daniel, the sincerity in his voice comforted you. Zak let the letter drop on to his desk and he clasped his hands together, breaking yours and Daniel’s unofficial moment.

‘Well I guess that’s sorted, we’ll talk tomorrow to figure something out.’ You nodded your head, ‘Thank you Sir.’ Your eyes moved from him to Daniel and you gave him a look that said ‘thank you’ too, and he nodded his head as if to say ‘of course’.

Since that day, the team had essentially fallen in love with Micah every day you’d brought him in, people complimenting you about how bubbly and fun he was despite only being three years old. But it was Daniel that had grown the closest to your son, he treated him like he was his own, offering to hold him, put him to sleep, take him out for a walk along the McLaren Biotype lake, making sure he eats.

Every minute you couldn’t find Micah, he was with Daniel and Micah loved him just as much back. Every morning when you’d strap him into the baby seat, he’d look up at you expectantly and ask if he was going to see ‘Uncle Dan’ which tugged at your heart strings. You’d smile at him and caress his cheek, telling him that he can spend the entire day with Uncle Dan and that would keep him in a good mood for the entire car ride there.

Before you’d even found out you were pregnant with your son, you couldn’t deny the feelings that you felt for Daniel, you’d first noticed him on the paddock whilst he was still driving for Red Bull. You found yourself falling more and more for his infectious smile, his wacky sense of humour, his brown curls you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through, but when Daniel moved to Renault, your life had flipped upside down.

You never knew that what seemed like a simple one- night stand with a total stranger would force you into a part of your life that you didn’t know if you were even ready for. You’d forgotten all about your schoolgirl crush on the F1 driver, since you’d have to focus instead on the new man in your life, your baby boy.

Over the last few months since you’d been bringing Micah in, you’d noticed Daniel’s shift in personality, particularly around you. He seemed more uplifted and comfortable than he did when he first started at McLaren even up until a year in to his career here.

“Momma, momma, momma..” You signed the final sheet of paper before turning your attention to your son besides you, who was tugging on your blazer. You fixed some of his curls that were drooping on to his forehead, and stood up from your chair, leaning over and picking him up.

“What’s up with you then? Hmm?” You softly spoke to him as he pointed to the door, signifying he wanted to go out into the main area where he could hear people conversing, clearly interested in what they had to say. “Okay, come on then, let’s go.” You playfully spoke, shutting your folder and placing it into the drawer with your free hand, and logging out of the computer.

You placed both arms underneath him now as he wrapped one around your neck, watching straight ahead as you exited your office, shutting the door behind you. A smile made its way on to your face when you heard Lando speak, realising you and Micah had made an entrance. “There’s the main man!”

Micah giggled as you walked over to where everyone was sitting, you were bouncing him in your arms as he looked down to Lando. “Uncle Dando,” he babbled out, and you laughed as the driver looked up at you, shaking his head. “Never gets it right huh?”

“He gets mine right though.” You shifted your attention to the Australian voice, turning back to see Daniel walking over with a beaming smile on his face and you couldn’t help the blush overtake your cheeks. Micah noticed him too, extending his arms out motioning that he wanted to be in his arms.

“Uncle Daniel!” Daniel pumped a fist in the air, laughing as he walked over and noticed Lando’s annoyed expression. “This is so not fair.”

The Aussie shrugged his shoulders, standing besides you now and your shoulders just barely touching. “He just loves me more.” Daniel teased, turning to you and mentally asking if he could hold him to which you didn’t complain about.

“Please,” you joked, you handed him over and Daniel secured him in his arms, playing with the curls on his head. “The curls are just like mine.” He commented more so to Micah than to anyone else but you picked up on it, your heart skipping a beat. Micah rested his head into the crook of his neck, a wide smile on his lips.

Anyone could tell Micah was entirely comfortable with him and with the gleaming smile that was on Daniel’s, anyone could tell he was just as comfortable too.

“He’s just so.. pretty,” You chuckled as you looked over to Lisa, she was on the marketing team and you’d been friends with her for a while, she was one of the people who’d supported you all throughout your pregnancy, considering she had two children of her own and you owed her for life for all that she’d done.

You looked back at Micah to admire him, mentally agreeing with her when you’d noticed Daniel looking at you, probably to see your reaction to the compliment. “He takes after his mum in that arena,” you smiled at him, looking down at the floor as you heard the rest of the team make teasing noises. You slapped his arm playfully, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Before you could respond, Zak got everyone’s attention. “Guys, meeting in 5.” Your shoulders sagged slightly when you realised you had a long hour ahead of you, a few of the team stood up from their seats and you turned on your heel, looking at Daniel.

He tilted his head towards Micah, signalling he didn’t want to let him go. “I’ve got him, don’t worry.”

“You don’t have to.” You admitted, knowing Zak allowed Micah to be in the meeting room since he always got distracted with some of the toys that a few of your friends on the team had gifted him.

“I want to.” He replied, and you gave in, reaching over to cup Micah’s cheek. “Be good to him okay?” He nodded his head excitedly, understanding that he was staying with Daniel.

“Thank you.” You quietly spoke and the Aussie nodded his head, “anything for you.” You chuckled as he shot you a wink and ignored the effect it had on you, walking away into the meeting room.

Lando picked up on Daniel’s sentence and smiled to himself, taking his phone out of his pocket.

After everyone had disappeared into the meeting room, Daniel looked back at Micah to make sure he was okay and walked over to the other side to take a seat, opposite Lando who was engrossed in his phone screen.

Daniel looked up when he heard the Brit speak, “you could make it less obvious that you like her y’know.” The Aussie rolled his eyes, pushing Micah’s hair out of his eyes, admiring him since there was so much of you in him. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You should tell her.” He pondered for a moment, letting the boy play with the ring on his index finger. “She’s too occupied with Micah to notice me.” He ignored the twinge of disappointment in his heart as he finished his sentence. Lando shook his head.

“Mate, are you blind? She likes you, everyone knows it. Why do you think we make daft noises every time you compliment her?”

Daniel remained quiet, he knew Lando was telling the truth but the thought of you liking him back was far from his head, it had been for a long time. Micah squirmed out of his grip and instead leaned his body weight on Daniel’s chest, indicating he wanted a hug.

The Aussie allowed the boy to wrap his small arms around his neck as he placed one hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. Micah got anxious when he couldn’t see you anywhere sometimes and it was times like those he just needed someone to hold him.

“I got you kiddo.” Daniel whispered, planting a kiss in Micah’s curls.

“You’re already like a dad to Micah, everyone knows it, Y/N does too. Why don’t you tell her how you feel?” Lando spoke quietly to not startle your son.

Daniel didn’t know what to say, so he nodded instead, getting up from the chair and walking out of the Technology Centre with Micah still hugging him. “Let’s go for a walk huh? I think we both need one.” The boy nodded his head, his curls tickling Daniel’s neck as he mumbled a small ‘okay’.

The meeting didn’t last as long as you thought it would and once you were finally out of the room, you looked around the main area, frowning when you couldn’t place Micah anywhere. “Lan, have you seen Micah?” Lando tilted his head slightly up, recalling where he’d last seen him.

“Yeah Daniel took him for a walk by the lake outside.” You thanked him, noticing the sun setting which meant you’d probably have to get going soon since you were still yet to feed Micah and check on his under there. You mentally thanked your past self for changing his nappy earlier though.

The automatic doors slid open as you looked around the front of the Centre, a smile on your lips when you spotted them not too far away, Daniel was pointing towards something in the distance and looking to Micah to see if he caught on too.

Micah noticed you first and he let out an excited squeal, Daniel noticing instantly after. You walked over to them, trying to ignore how beautiful both the F1 driver and your son looked underneath the setting sun, deep down you wished Daniel was yours and Micah’s was his just as much as he was yours too.

“You okay?” The Aussie nodded his head, handing Micah over to you since his arm was on the verge of death. You settled an arm underneath him, seeing his tired eyes made you chuckle. “Little man’s pretending like you put him through more than he probably put you through.” Daniel laughed, messing with Micah’s hair.

“Nah he’s been alright.” His eyes lingered into yours and neither of you seemed to break the eye contact, but you snapped out of it when Micah’s head dropped on to your shoulder, indicating he’d fallen asleep.

“Better get him home.” You said softly, and Daniel wordlessly agreed. You both slowly walked over to the entrance of the Technology Centre but stopped just before it. “I’ll get your stuff.” You opened your mouth to respond but Daniel was already walking in, and you just looked at him with a smile.

“Such a gentleman huh?” You whispered to a sleeping Micah, and turned away from the entrance, heading towards the car park. You held your son tighter towards you since the air was getting slightly chillier. You fished your car keys out of your blazer pocket and unlocked the vehicle, opening the back door.

You pulled away from Micah as you placed him in the baby seat, leaning over to fasten his seatbelts and gently shutting the door after. As if on cue, you saw Daniel approaching you with your bags as well as Micah’s, and you thanked him.

Opening the car boot, he carefully placed them in and you shut it with your hand. Daniel’s hands were in his pockets and you faced him with your body.

“I uh I wanted to say thank you. Not just for today but I guess for all the other times too, everything you do for Micah.. he trusts you. He needs someone like you in his life.”

Daniel smiled, fidgeting with the tissues in his pocket. “He’s a good kid, you’ve raised him well.” You appreciated the compliment, particularly since the last few years of your life had been some of the hardest, and you really don’t know where you would’ve been had the McLaren team not stepped in.

Just as you were about to leave, Daniel spoke again.

“I was wondering.. you’re free to say no obviously but I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner sometime.” The butterflies in your stomach erupted and you couldn’t help the wide grin on your face, feeling a wave of relief come over you.

“I-I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” Daniel’s eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.” You smiled, Daniel didn’t break your eye contact and instead took a step towards you. You didn’t move back which eased him.

“If you don’t, I will.” You joked, and Daniel pulled you into him, resting a hand on the side of your neck as he planted the softest kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and as you rested a hand on the side of his face, he continued it, planting another then another.

You only pulled away from him to catch your breath as did he, he rested his forehead against yours. Daniel felt lighter as if the burden of not knowing what to do all these years finally erased itself.

“I want you and Micah in my future.” He whispered and you sighed contently, tilting your head sideways to plant a kiss on Daniel’s lips again.

“I want you in Micah’s and mine.” You echoed his words, and he planted a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. You wrapped yours around his torso, burying your head in his chest.

Finally.