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landograndprix · 9 months

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woman ✾ l.n - iv

❧ you love max, you really do but your little brother has been getting more on your nerves each day as he tries to set you up with one of his friends.

❧ verstappen!reader. Reader is older so if that's not your cup of tea, don't drink it. ;)

❧ welcome back, it's been a while, getting more into girlies life & a new friend has entered the chat..martijn -> martin garrix. If you want to be tagged, let me know! Also since this has been an ongoing series for a while and my tagging system is fairly new, know that I'm not using those tag lists for this fic, only the ones who wanted to be tagged for this one specifically.

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📍 Amsterdam, the Netherlands

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y/nverstappen solitude 🏡

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hannahh hey, do you want to be my wife..like..please

hamilt44n your such a vibe

teampapayaa how much for you to become my private chef? 👀

landonorris are those stroopwafels?

landonorris bring me some next time

y/nverstappen no, I don't want to

landonorris guess I'll have to go to Amsterdam myself then..

y/nverstappen I'll make sure not to be here then..

norrisnorris this is the most random and unexpected friendship I've ever seen but I'm here for it 😂

y/nlove hand in marriage please..

irisxo nice dress, would be a shame if someone borrows it

y/nverstappen buy your own

irisxo what's the fun in that, that's gonna cost me money

lestappen116 Charles hiding in the likes 👀

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📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nverstappen monaco days 🇲🇨 ☀

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maxmaxmax finally some jimmy and sassy content 🥰

irisxo that pasta doesn't even look that bad, what we're you on about?

charles_leclerc no it was really bad 😅

irisxo well you tried your best, that's what matter right?

y/nverstappen tried his best..yeah

charles_leclerc we'll order in next time..

charlos16 WHAT IS GOING ON?! DID CHARLES COOK FOR GIRLIE?! DATE??😭

verstappenmaxx happy belated birthday to P!

norry4 lando?

bott_ass just casually name dropping Charles and Lando as if it isn't going to start drama.

y/nlove why would it start anything, she's with her family, it's not her fault kelly and max adopted lando 🤡

julieeeexo god forbid a woman being friends with men..

victoriaverstappen had so much fun this week ❤️

kellypiguet thank you for P's birthday party, she loved it! ❤️

sharl16 Charles did not just try to cook bestie a dish, did he not learn from his own Monaco vlog?

landonorris you didn't get my good side

y/nverstappen I did though, your face is not showing.

landonorris oh so that's how it is? Okay..

landoscar I am SO confused 😩

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since this was a series long before I started my taglist system, I only tag the people from this list

taglist @hockeyboysarehot @beatricemiruna @starwarssavy23 @be-your-coffee-pot @thecubanator2 @ironmaiden1313 @hanniesdawn @leclercdream @alexandralibbre @elliegrey2803 @watersquirtpewpewboomm @laneyspalding19 @whoreks @cha-hot

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris smau #lando norris fic #lando norris au #lando x reader

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maxielonceagain · 6 months

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”Max just won, my day can't get better” ❤️❤️

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #max verstappen #martin garrix #martijn garrix

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thissying · 6 months

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Any max lore you wish fic writers knew about?

Hi! This turned out to be so much more and yet so much less than you probably wanted to know! If anyone feels like adding on or if you have specific questions, go ahead.

I'm not sure why you chose me for this but let me (finally) give it a go. I have to say though, that it's been ages since I've read fic (time issues and I've had my own one on my mind and I've deluded myself into thinking I will actually write it and I can't read fic because then I will lose the tiny bit of confidence and incentive I may have) so I'm not sure I know Max lore that is commonly missing from fic or that writers don't know about and should. So I'll just throw some things out there.

There are simple facts - favourite food, favourite music etc. - that can be found in most interviews (this one is 3 years old but covers that quite a bit). There's more in-depth Max lore in Whatever It Takes and Anatomy of a Champion (I don't know if you can find that subtitled anywhere though).

This is not so much lore but for young/early Max characterisation, I think if you're Dutch and you've managed to catch his early Peptalk interviews, it's obvious he's been outspoken but also has had a great sense of humour since very early on.

I don't know if it's interesting for writers but because sometimes people write Max as if he'd been a friendless loner until he met Daniel (or still is except for Daniel): he's been best friends with Stan Pex his entire life, the boy who he saw driving a kart when he was 4 years old which made him go: I want that, too. And then Jos and Stan's dad started working together and had 3 Pex kids and Max in their kart team. One of them, Jorrit, is now married to Max's aunt (Sophie's sister).

The one I found pretty shocking for a kid was that he was 11 years old when he saw a 19 year old fellow karter (Thomas Knopper) have an accident and pass away on the track.

On a brighter note. In the 'oh really, Max?' category. In the end of August 2017 episode of Peptalk, he was asked about hanging out with other drivers and Daniel in particular and he said that no, they don't hang out. He prefers hanging out with his oldest best friends. He sees him enough at the track already, you know? And then there's this picture from a few weeks before.

Max and Martin Garrix lore. In 2014 Max won the Young Talent Award that was supposed to be presented to him by Martijn but Max was in a taxi in England at the time and the live-feed kept disconnecting. They were in touch a bit after that and then they spontaneously ran into each other one time while on holiday at Ibiza and they hit it off right away ("he's also fairly normal, like me, no crazy stuff or situations.") - Formule1, 2023/2024 issue

And not just Max-specific lore but my pet peeve very important for all F1 fic writers to know: the FIA does doping testing, also during winter-break.

#f1 anon #max verstappen

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landoom · 5 months

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Fanfic - Multiples pairings - Alex Cupid Albon's Whatsapp Group

Alex Cupid Albon's Whatsapp Group (1567 words) by Aeris444 Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oscar Piastri/George Russell, Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo Characters: George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Alexander Albon, Zhou Guanyu, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Martin Garrix | Martijn Garritsen, Yuki Tsunoda, Daniel Ricciardo Additional Tags: Chatting & Messaging, Getting Together, Matchmaking, Secret Santa, Alternate Universe - No Girlfriends/No Wives, Winter Break Summary: Alex decides to set up an intervention to get George to finally confess his feelings to Oscar! *** And what if this mission is only the first one?

So my fic "Georgie is in love" has been renamed and now has a chapter 2! (and chapter 3 incoming!)

#f1 #formula 1 #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #f1 rpf #george russell #oscar piastri #alex albon #logan sargeant #zhou guanyu #max verstappen #yuki tsunoda #martin garrix #f1 rpf fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #my writing

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barbagallo-raceway · 1 year

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Martijn is in Miami and I just can't

#MV33 #DR3 #Martin Garrix #Go support your Dutch best friend Martijn #He needs you #Also #I can't wait for the Daniel/Martijn reunion #AND I need both of them to cheer up Max #And then I want pictures of said events

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f1-birb · 19 days

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martin "there was an instant connection" garrix and lando "misss you" norris are making me so ill

Martijn "there was an instant connection/we have the same excitement for life" Garritsen and Lando "sorry HAHA-misss you/Thanks for being you" Norris

they make me feral

#lando norris #martin garrix #norrix #soul bonded fr #birb speaks

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f1writingbyme · 9 months

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The Nights Are Long (But It's Easier Together)

IT'S FINALLY HERE!

My God, this took me forever

My first ever longer work of fiction. It took me months to finish it, but I'm so extremely PROUD of what I created and I hope you will enjoy it!

I want to give a very special shoutout to Mona (@lestappenforever) who has been my ROCK and an absolute ANGEL whilst I was writing. Mona, thank you for listening to my rambling, reading every single thing I sent to you, for your thoughts and input and not to forget, the betaing! I love you so, so, so much, words can't describe how much I appreciate you! ❤️

You can read it here.

Summary: The fire in his apartment is only the beginning of a long list of misfortunes that await Max. Fortunately, he has Charles by his side to help him through it. That is until Charles is the one that gets targeted.

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CATS DO NOT EXIST IN THIS FIC. I REPEAT: THE CATS DO NOT EXIST! Please don't hate me.

Enjoy the first bit here.

The party is in full swing. Leave it to Lando to plan a well attended party during summer break where normally everybody would disappear to another country to not see any of the other drivers, having seen plenty enough of them during the race season. Charles knows, because normally he would have fucked off to some country where he could lie on the beach and drink cocktails for most of the day, spending time with his brothers and mother, and maybe some other family too, before having to turn back to full concentration again.

But for some reason, most of the drivers were here and Charles realizes he is actually truly enjoying himself. He’s on the couch next to Pierre, listening to some kind of story George is slurring at them, having had just two too many drinks by now. Charles knows he should have stopped him when he gets up to get another refill, leaving both Pierre and him on a cliffhanger, but he isn’t particularly bothered with George’s alcohol intake. He’s a grown man who knows what he’s doing - or at least most of the time. He can deal with his own hangover tomorrow. That is not Charles’ job.

He takes the break from George’s rambling as an opportunity to glance across the room. Every driver he gets along with on the grid is present, along with some friends of Lando he already knows, but the majority of the crowd is unknown to him. The only thing he knows is that some of the female friends present are more interested in all the drivers surrounding them than in their actual friends. If you could even call them friends.

Charles’ attention is drawn to the corner on his right. Max, Daniel, Martin Garrix — Martijn, Charles corrects himself mentally — are stood in a some resemblance of a triangle so that they can all face each other, listening to Martijn telling a story. Charles sees that Daniel is fully invested, eyes wide, a large smile on his face as he nods along. Max, on the other hand, is also listening, but every few minutes or so, he’s distracted by his phone, frowning at the screen, before rejecting the call. He then presses some things on his screen and to Charles it seems like he’s blocking the number. Unfortunately, he has had to do that himself one too many times.

Max’s attention is back to Martijn, taking a big sip of his gin and tonic. A bit of the drink runs down his chin. and Max uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. Charles’ eyes are glued to it, the movement of the big hand wiping away the little drop of the alcoholic drink before it makes its way down his neck. His strong, muscled neck. Charles wishes the drop had made its way down, just so he could–

“Tu regardes,” Pierre’s voice breathes in his ear. (“You’re staring.”)

It startles Charles, spilling half of his own drink over his hand and on his trousers. He feels the blush creep up his face, painting his cheeks a dark shade of red. He rips his eyes away from Max and his group, because they have all turned to face the two men on the couch after hearing Charles’ rather loud gasping and spluttering. The spluttering ends in a coughing fit, and tears gather in Charles’ eyes as he desperately gasps for air.

“He’s fine,” he hears Pierre say as he pats his back.

Through his watery eyes he sees that Pierre is talking to Max, who looks at Charles in concern, but smiles after Pierre’s words and turns back to Martijn, who restarts his story again, not paying attention to a slowly suffocating Charles Leclerc.

“Calamar, tu dois vraiment te contenir,” Pierre says once Charles has caught up with his breathing. (“Calamar, you really need to contain yourself.”)

“Je n'ai rien fait,” Charles wheezes. (“I didn’t do anything.”)

“Oui, continuez à vous le dire,” Pierre snorts and then, when Charles frowns at him, he adds, “Vous étiez pratiquement en train de baver en le regardant.” (“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You were practically drooling whilst staring at him.”)

“Je n'étais pas.” (“I was not.”)

“Tu l'étais.” (“You so were.”)

“Tais-toi,” Charles mumbles, finishing whatever is left of his drink. (“Shut up.”)

Pierre sighs deeply. He turns to face his friend, bringing his head closer to Charles’ to have a little bit more privacy in a crowded room full of strangers. "Tu n'as pas à prendre de décision maintenant, mais s'il te plaît, Charles, soit tu lui parles, soit tu l'oublies. Arrête de te faire du mal à cause de lui. S'il te plaît." (“You don’t have to make a decision right now, but please, Charles, either talk to him or forget about him. Stop beating yourself up about him. Please.”)

Charles wants to reply to that, he really wants to, but he simply can’t. It’s not as easy as Pierre makes it sound. He can’t just forget about Max, but he also can’t just go and talk to him about the stupid little crush he has on the Dutchman, either. Or, as Pierre likes to say, ‘just tell him you are head-over-heels in love with him’. Charles neither confirms nor denies that he used a bit too much force behind his punch on his best friend’s arm after he said that.

Just as Charles is ready to vocalize the answer he has formed in his head, he’s interrupted by Max’s ringtone yet again that evening. How many calls has he already received, Charles thinks, and he realizes this must have been the sixth time within the last hour he has heard the phone ringing. He expects Max to yet again decline the call and block whoever is calling him, but he sees him frown at his screen before excusing himself to Daniel and Martijn. Charles watches him as he makes his way to the somewhat quieter kitchen area, answering the call. He sees that Max is trying to speak to the person on the other side, but every time he tries to get a word out, he stops again, probably being interrupted by the person on the other end of the phone, gesturing wildly with the hand that isn’t holding the phone, pacing back and forth in the kitchen area.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Charles excuses himself to Pierre under the pretense of getting a refill as he makes his way over to the kitchen where Max is. He knows that Pierre thinks he is finally going to declare his undying love for the Dutchman, judging by the smirk on his face. Charles rolls his eyes. Of course he’ not going to tell Max how he feels. If he ever decides to tell him how he feels, he will definitely pick a much quieter location to do said thing, away from the prying eyes of female strangers and crowded rooms.

Charles sets his glass down on the counter and opens the fridge, listening in on Max’s heated conversation. That’s what he expects it to be; heated. He expects to hear him angry, but what he definitely doesn’t expect is to hear Max trying to speak French – a very heavily accented French.

“Je ne, uh, parle — shit — pas français…”

Charles raises an eyebrow, head still buried in the fridge, obviously taking way too long to make it believable that he’s only there to get a refill.

“Mrs. Corvetto, I don’t speak French… Je ne parle pas français!”

Charles can’t take it any longer. Max starts to get frustrated, he can hear it in the tone of his voice. He closes the fridge and turns to the Dutchman. He raises his hand to wave at Max, grabbing his attention. Pointing to the phone, he asks, “Need any help?”

Max lets out a sigh, lowering the phone from his ear to hand it over to Charles. “Thank fuck. It’s my neighbor. Normally she speaks English, but she’s freaking out and I don’t know why. She never calls me, only when there’s an emergency.”

“Mrs. Corvetto, you said?” Charles asks as he takes the phone, already hearing the frantic voice of Max’s neighbor coming through the device and he hasn’t even put it anywhere close to his ear. When Max nods, he brings the phone up, making sure not to bring it too close to his ear, before he kind of shouts, “Madame Corvetto?”

He doesn’t get a direct reply from the woman, but what he does hear makes his blood run cold. He freezes on the spot, arm with the phone lifted in the air, hovering somewhere near his head. Charles just stares at Max as Mrs. Corvetto continues to shout over the phone in rapid French.

“Oh, God, what is it?” Max groans. “It’s Mr. Corvetto, right? I knew it. I’m telling you, never move into an apartment next to elderly people. It’s just– Why does she call me? What the hell can I do? Doesn’t she need to call an ambulance or something? Or, I don’t know, her family, or–”

“Max.” Charles interrupts Max’s ranting. He ends the phone call, cutting off Mrs. Corvetto’s panicked yelling with a simple press of his thumb. He stares at the blue-eyed man in front of him. “Your apartment is on fire.”

#lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc/max verstappen #max verstappen/charles leclerc #my writing #The Nights Are Long (But It's Easier Together)#i am so proud of myself

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