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CHARLES AND MAX SPRAYING CHAMPAGNE TO EACH OTHER!!!
Maxsplaining and Leclerifying, my beloved.
Charles: *kisses the back of Max's nape*
Max: What is this?
Charles: *grinning* Affection, cherie.
Max: Disgusting.
Max:
Charles:
Max: Do it again.
I'm feeling so many conflicting emotions right now.
On one hand, i'm genuinely so happy for Charles. It finally feels like Ferrari is moving in the right direction. I don't think he's in a position to fight for the championship this year, but it really looks like they're building something solid for the future. Maybe next year will finally be his chance.
More than anything, i think he needed this victory. He needed this moment, this win, this reminder of what he's capable of after everything he's been through.
On the other hand, i'm honestly worried about Max. I can't really see his future at Red Bull anymore, and with everything that's been happening lately, there are moments when I struggle to see his future in F1 at all.
The thing is, Max has already achieved more than most drivers could ever dream of. He's a multiple-time world champion, he's broken countless records, and he has nothing left to prove. That's exactly why I'm scared that, if he stops feeling happy or motivated, he could simply decide that he's had enough.
And what breaks my heart the most is the thought that we'll probably never get the title fight between Max and Charles that so many of us dreamed of. It would've been something truly special: two generational talents, at the peak of their careers, fighting for the same championship.
It almost feels like their careers are moving in completely different directions, and that thought genuinely breaks my heart.
Bryan: So it's a yellow 9, big crash by Verstappen
Charles: Is he okay?
Bryan: So double yellow be careful
Charles: All good for Max?
Bryan: I'm not sure yet
love how he set his priorities straight 😭
Choose your 2026 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad curse:
1. Max choosing driver number 3
2. Charles signing a contract extension with Ferrari
Max: Repeat after me: We
Charles: We
Max: are
Charles: are
Max: casual.
Charles: casual.
Max: We are casual.
Charles: We are gonna get married.
Max: I swear to god—
The royal couple:Alpha and his omega
jerking off on sidejob??
This is hilarious but it’s on threads like people need to know how to deal with fandom etiquette, drivers are active on those apps we don’t want them to feel uncomfortable
max and charles were gossiping about lando's upcoming dns these gossip freaks 😭😭
Take Your Hands Off The Wheel (You Idiot)
This has been swirling in my head since Saturday morning and I finally had the inspiration to finish it. I promise you it's a funny fic, no tears at all, just my silly attempt at humor.
I hope it makes you laugh and that you enjoy reading it!
Read AO3 here.
Summary: When the car hit the barrier, the steering wheel snapped violently to the right, dragging his hands along with it. His right hand got caught between the wheel and the cockpit, and his left hand jerked upward so fast that his wrist bent at a sickening angle. Max could’ve sworn he heard the snap even over the sounds of the crash.
He isn’t actually sure he heard his bones break, but considering he’s currently sitting on the examination table with both arms wrapped in thick casts, he’s fairly confident he wasn’t completely wrong.
He has broken them.
Both of them.
At the same time.
Max has never felt more like an idiot than he does right now.
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OR: Max has broken both of his arms following his crash in the Australian qualification and he quickly learns Charles' priorities in life.
GOO REEAADD!! ❤️💙
If The World Was Ending (You'd Come Over, Right?)
Lestappen | 7 170 words | Angst with a Happy Ending | E
A couple of weeks ago, the song 'If The World Was Ending' by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels came on shuffle when I was walking to the gym one day, causing my brain to outline the entire plotline of this fic. And since I haven't been able to get it out of my head since, I decided to write it down.
DISCLAIMER: No form of AI has been used in the creation of this fic! I just really fucking love the em dash, and I will not let AI take it from me.
Read on AO3 here.
Summary:
4.2 magnitude earthquake shakes Monaco’
He presses the news notification to open the article, quickly skimming through it as he walks towards the elevator. He’d been so distracted by wanting to get home that he hadn’t even noticed the ground shaking.
Not that he would have particularly cared even if he had felt it. A 4.2 magnitude earthquake wouldn’t cause any damage and would hardly be something to worry about. As the elevator doors slide shut, another notification pops up; this time, it’s a text from his father.
Max opens the text, doesn’t even read what it says, and quickly exits the messaging thread. But before he fully exits the messaging app, his thumb begins scrolling down the list of conversations before Max can realize what he’s doing.
He scrolls for a while, before his finger comes to a halt and Max stares at the contact name on the screen that used to be at the very top of the list on a daily basis not too long ago.
The last message is a short one — so short that the message in its entirety is displayed in the preview section of the conversation in question — and Max reads it again without opening the conversation.
‘I really am sorry.’
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OR: A little over a year after their breakup, an earthquake triggers thoughts and emotions neither Max nor Charles were prepared for.
READ NOW! 💙❤️
Charlie ❤️: Max… Charlie ❤️: why are people saying you’re in Monaco!? Max: cuz I am Charlie ❤️: what!? Charlie ❤️: WHY!? Max: I wasn’t feeling great and I missed the pets, so I came home
Charlie ❤️: what the fuck!!! Charlie ❤️: WHY didn’t you tell me!? Max: because you’d say you can’t leave because of Ferrari, then you’d try to convince me to stay and cuddle you all night Max: and I’m too sick for your cuddles, I just want fluffy cuddles Charlie ❤️: 😡 Charlie ❤️: this is so fucking unfair Charlie ❤️: now who am I supposed to cuddle!? You KNOW I hate sleeping alone Max: cuddle your dog Charlie ❤️: LEO ISN’T HERE Charlie ❤️: because YOU told me to leave him at the apartment, and I LISTENED 😡 Max: …oh yeah Max: I remember now
Max: then idk 🤷♂️ cuddle Lewis or your car, idc Charlie ❤️: you know what!? Charlie ❤️: I WILL cuddle Lewis tonight and maybe after that I’ll fuck him Max: send the video 🔥🍆 Max: I wanna watch it when I’m feeling better Charlie ❤️: I SWEAR TO GOD 😡 Charlie ❤️: I can’t believe you left just to see the pets and stream Charlie ❤️: you could’ve stayed, cuddled me, and done that stupid stream from the hotel room. I didn’t buy you a NEW portable sim rig so you could NOT use it 😡 Max: Wow! I’m sick and THIS is how you treat me!? Max: worst boyfriend ever Max: my friends were right, you don’t wear red for Ferrari, you wear it because you’re a walking red flag 🚩 Charlie ❤️: we’re breaking up the moment I see you Max: FINE!!! Max: I don’t want a boyfriend who doesn’t care about my health or my very real need for pet cuddles anyway Charlie ❤️: 😡 * ꕤ ˚・゚☼*・゚* ꕤ ˚・゚☼*・゚* * ꕤ ˚・゚☼*・゚* ꕤ ˚・゚ Soon to be ex 💔: Chéri… Soon to be ex 💔: how are you feeling!? Soon to be ex 💔: I watched the stream and you looked and sounded really sick… and really pretty
Max: 🥺 Soon to be ex 💔: what’s wrong!? Are you okay!? Soon to be ex 💔: did you call the doctor? Max: 😩 Max: my nose is completely stuffed, my head hurts and the pets are NOT kissing me Max: …I also don’t want to cough anymore, my throat is sore Max: and not the good sore when you put your dick in my mouth Max: the ugly sore 😭 Soon to be ex 💔: oh mon beau bébé chercheur d’attention 🥺 (Oh my beautiful attention seeker baby) Max: I’m not seeking attention Max: I’m genuinely sick, Charles 😩 Soon to be ex 💔: do you want me to take a flight home? I’ll come cuddle you Max: no… I’m coming back 🥺 Soon to be ex 💔: then I’ll pick you up at the airport, with medicine Soon to be ex 💔: and ready to kiss that pretty mouth and that stuffy little nose Max: can you bring me tomato soup? 😭 Soon to be ex 💔: of course, mon amour Soon to be ex 💔: please hydrate during the flight Max: I can’t 😩 I’m too sick to do that Soon to be ex 💔: oh mon magnifique petit garçon dramatique (Oh my gorgeous dramatic little boy) Soon to be ex 💔: I love you ❤️ I’ll see you soon Soon to be ex 💔: I can’t wait to hear that soft, beautiful sick voice Max: my voice doesn’t sound beautiful when I’m sick Max: …and I’m not being dramatic Max: this is a real-life emergency 🆘 Soon to be ex 💔: of course it is, baby Soon to be ex 💔: I love you ❤️ Soon to be ex 💔: can’t wait to cuddle you Max: I love you too ❤️ Max: …and Charlie Soon to be ex 💔: oui, mon amour? (Yes, mon amour?) Max: I don’t want to break up anymore 🥺 Soon to be ex 💔: good Soon to be ex 💔: because we’re never breaking up, you’re stuck with me for life Max: promise? Soon to be ex 💔: I promise ❤️ Soon to be ex 💔: I love you Max: Ik hou ook van jou, schat ❤️ (I love you too, schat)
Requested by @cherry3316, I hope you like it! 🥰
MAX VERSTAPPEN X CITIZENK
I want this man!
Congrats to Lando and McLaren, you guys did everything
and mainly
Congrats to Max, GP, Hannah, Laurent, the Mechanics, EVERYONE IN THAT TEAM. From 104 just to 2. With NO LUCK, a car that was NOWHERE TILL MONZA, and everything in between. Max, you have cemented yourself as the GOAT, clawing your way from THAT TYPE OF GAP.
THE SUN WILL SHINE ON US AGAIN, I’m sure