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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: almost a month later (??) didnβt feel like that to for me because work has been beating my ass but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless . 2nd part to this
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: a maxivstappen post ?? in 2025 ??? whatβs going on
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DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING ?
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β½ο½‘β distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right? β lando norris x reader based on βdid you like her in the morningβ by nikki
αΆ» π π° angst! pure angst π 1.7k words
You loved a loud life just the same as he did. You enjoyed the traveling, the partying, the sleepless nights, hell, even the stressful nights you wouldnβt trade for a peaceful, quiet, boring, normal life. You were eternally grateful for having a job surrounding the same tracks Lando is driving on, even if that was rather a lucky coincidence instead of a thought-through plan.
You loved it not only because it meant youβd get to be close to your boyfriend most of the time, more so because you got to experience the loudness with him. The parties, the race weekends, just everything. Youβd have it without him too, and no doubt, you would have tons of fun doing so, but of course itβs better with a βsuper cool hot famous boyfriendβ by your side, as he liked to call himself.
You loved it, until you couldnβt anymore.
Not as dramatic as it sounds. You were invited to a wedding of an old friend back at home, and Lando, for obvious reasons, couldnβt attend with you, so you flew out the country by yourself, giving Lando one last good luck kiss a few days before the Las Vegas Grand Prix. You missed him dearly, but you also missed your friends at home whom you havenβt seen in what felt like forever, and really, whatβs a better reason for a reunion than a wedding?
But thatβs where the trouble began.
You liked to call yourself independent. Very independent, even. You didnβt have a problem with being far from Lando for a few weeks, and while you of course loved him more than anyone else in this world, youβve stated before that in case of you losing the job for whatever reason or if you just couldnβt travel with him anymore, youβd think a long distance relationship would work just well. At least for you.
Of course, the constant missing your partner would complicate things, but thatβs still no reason to break up a relationship that has lasted for longer than three years already. At least thatβs what you thought.
Lando liked to call himself independent too. Very independent, even. Too bad itβs all a lie.
Lando has always hated the idea of being away from you, or rather the idea of you being far from him. Itβs not like he didnβt have any trust in you, itβs just become normal for him to always have you at least somewhat in his reach. Thatβs how your relationship has always been, you were coworkers before you were lovers.
He didnβt mind you taking a few days off. He also didnβt mind you wanting to spend some time with your family and friends who were still located far, far away from wherever you two would usually have to travel to for the many races. However, he did mind you not being near him.
It bothered him more than heβd like to admit.
Youβve talked about it before, talked about him being too needy and too possessive from time to time, but never once have you two fought about it. You thought you never would, and you were right. Your departure was slightly painful for the both of you, but it was only 2 weeks that youβd be gone, and itβs not at all like you couldnβt stay in contact. So there was nothing to worry about, right?
Or so you thought.
The moment you arrived at you local airport you saw your mom run up to you, caging you in her arms as if to never let you go again. Your father wasnβt far behind, and then came your brother. It was a sweet little moment of a family reuniting as a whole again. And even though you wanted to set your whole focus on the few next days to come, the lovely wedding and the friends you once lost on the way who youβd now finally see again, Lando never really left your mind. You just didnβt understand why, you werenβt usually like this.
Maybe it was just that after five years of knowing each other and three of those spent dating, you did grow somewhat dependent. you knew it wasnβt the truth, but blaming it on a simple thing like that seemed terribly easier than giving in to the thoughts of what could actually be the cause of it. You didnβt have any time for that. You werenβt here to think about work or about Lando, but about the things that were right in front of your eyes, which at this moment was the beautiful white wedding decorated with all sorts of flowers of sunset hues.
The wedding was held on a beach, surrounded by the dreamy sound of waves crashing and seagulls singing their own nupital melodies. You arrived with one of your old friends Nina, both of you wearing long and flowy pastel dresses, just as the dress code ordered you to. The day went on with you two crying at seeing one of your childhood friends getting married, listening to the heartfelt vows of bride and groom.
Your mind immediately went to Lando and you standing at the altar like they did. You knew it was too soon, and you knew he didnβt have time for marriage, even less for planning a wedding, but you still couldnβt help it. You really did miss him more this time, and throughout the whole ceremony, the feeling of something being incredibly off only intensed.
But the night came, and the feeling faded. Or at least the drinks made it do that.
You were sitting with Nina and two guys you used to be very close with at the dim bar near the dance floor when you suddenly noticed something light up inside your purse. You didnβt mind it at first, not wanting to be rude towards Tom who was trying to talk to you without stumbling over his word completely, but the shots you downed beforehand made it undoubtedly harder.
Your phone lit up again. Slowly getting on your nerves, you decided to wait until Tomβs attention was fixated on Nina again to then check your messages and - missed calls?
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Lando hated how his mood changed whenever you were gone. It felt as if there was something missing when you werenβt there waiting for him at home after debriefing or after PR events and whatnot. He missed your hugs and kisses, your smile and most importantly, just your touch.
Truth be told - but never to you - when you first started dating, for Lando, the thriving point was attraction. One month in, thatβs when he realized that he wasnβt getting rid of you any time soon. Not that he minded. Two months in and the two of you made it official, of course not without any drama because how was a McLaren driver allowed to date a McLaren employee? Two weeks and the conversations and the hate online slowly died down, but your relationship kept on blooming. There was just one thing that somehow had Lando incredibly confused - why did your relationship suddenly feel more like you couldnβt get rid of him? Why did it feel like he was the one attached to you instead of the other way around?
Not that it felt bad or anything, he was just very used to have the girl being that dependent on him, to always want his attention, to always ask for his opinion on everything. Now he was the one all over you, and you didnβt mind it at all. You had the man you love wrapped tightly around your finger, just like he had you. For three years now.
But that didnβt help him right now, not with jealousy nagging at his side like a demon. You were out, enjoying your time with people you loved, and while he should be happy for you, he spent his time rather annoyed at you not being where he was. Itβs only been a week, and work has already failed to keep his mind off of you. And he hated it. He knew it was the day of the wedding, and he was done wasting his time only thinking about you, so what else was there for a man to do instead of going clubbing with the guys? He hadnβt spent time with them in a long time, neither had he gone clubbing these past fem months, too caught up with Formula 1. So this would be okay, right? Just some drinks to keep his mind off of you.
Right?
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15 missed calls from carlos sainz.
that was weird, you thought, and your stomach dropped and you felt the dread creeping up your consciousness. It had you feeling weaker than ever.
You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom, though every step towards it made it harder and harder to breathe.
What if something had happened to him? A work incident? Then how did Carlos know? Were they hanging out and he hurt himself? Were they out and someone there hurt Lando?
Did something happen to your Lando?
Your finger hovered shaking over the green button until you finally decided to press it and call the Ferrari driver back. Not even a single beep was heard before he huffed out your name as if he had been yearning for you to finally phone him back.
βCarlos? Is everything okay?β The Spaniard could practically feel your distress through the screen and he swore heβs never felt an urge so strong to punch someone right across their face, let alone his best friend Lando Norris.
It took some time for realization to set in. Your breathing had slowed down but the chills all over your body told that it was a sign far from good. Very far from good.
You could still make out the faint sound of Carlosβ voice as you locked the door of the bathroom stall furthest in the back, however, every word that came after βLando cheated on youβ somehow wasnβt comprehensive to you.
You just hope heβll still like her in the morning, cause you, for sure, werenβt coming back.
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)
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hi! i saw that you have a 1k event so i was wondering can i request, the lyrics βopen up the door,can you open up the door?β- chihiro, billie eilish. βI want you to stayβ-birds of a feather, billie eilish. with max verstappen?
OPEN UP THE DOOR ! MV1
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β½ο½‘β max seems to be in a terrible condition, so you really need him to open the door now β max verstappen x reader
αΆ» π π° angst, hurt & comfort, fluff? π 0.8k words (blurb)
He had been down for days now, a breakdown as foreseeable as the weather.
He was at his breaking point, but made sure nobody knew. Of course, he knew that showing emotion isnβt something to be ashamed of regardless of oneβs gender, but there was still something so humiliating about having to give in, about having to speak about his - what the formula one fans called it - βdownfallβ.
He didnβt want to give in because he hadnβt lost yet. He was still leading, still the one with better chances to win the championship, but all praise towards Norris, someone whoβs supposed to be his friend first and rival second, hurt like hell.
So after yet another pole for Norris, even though the rest of the day went incredibly well for Max, he really needed to let it out. Finally.
He hurried off into his driverβs room, face all red and hands shaking. He didnβt even know himself if he felt anger or sadness right this moment, all he knew was that one more stupid question by a reckless reporter would give him the rest, and a scandal like that would only make things worse. Couldnβt people just let him do his damn sport and drive? Who gives a fuck about his relationship to his fellow drivers, who cares about who he thinks should be McLarenβs first driver? Was his opinion really that important?
As if that wasnβt enough already, he had to put up with insults and doubts from fans and even his own team as well. They want him to be flawless yet only ever remind him of his flaws.
Max paced around his room, droplets of sweat running down his cheek. He was fucking done with this shit. Why couldnβt they just let him do his damn job? All he signed up for was driving, and now he had to meet random celebrities he doesnβt even know the names of, he has to put with drama fueled up for nothing and the fia now also wants him to stop swearing as if he was some little kid. It was absolute bullshit to him.
His hands clenched into fists and the familiar taste of blood in his mouth was the only thing keeping him from biting down onto his lip even harder.
But then he heard a knock.
βMax? Can you open up the door?β
He recognized you immediately. Your voice was soft and tender like the one of an angel, making his heart flutter, yet he didnβt want you to see him like that.
You were one of Maxβs new engineers, and he had never been so happy to see a new face in the Red Bull garage. It was unusual at first, but you two got along as if youβd known each other for forever already, making the separation of the private life and the work life harder than Max usually knows it to be.
You had noticed that Max has been on edge for a while now, especially today. Seeing him run off to his driverβs room only worried you more.
βSorry, y/n. Canβt at the momentβ
Maybe this wasnβt professional of you, and maybe you shouldnβt be standing in front of his door waiting for him to welcome you in, but maybe you were good enough friends for you to know that he shouldnβt be alone right now, even if he thinks differently.
And maybe you wanted nothing more than to finally be there for him like he was for you when you explained to him how weird it felt to work at a place youβve never even known or seen from outside the tv before.
βMax, can you open up the door? Please? Iβm worriedβ
And that was all he needed to hear. The last thing he wanted was to worry you over what is supposed to be meaningless stuff like this.
He knew you were the right person for him to see right now, and he also knew you wouldnβt judge him.
And so he finally opened the door, the familiar scent of your perfume immediately filling up his nose making him practically fall into your embrace. You slightly pushed the door with your foot so it would close by itself before burying your fingers in his hair while he breathed down your neck.
With your hands cradling his scalp and his arms tight around your waist, Max knew one thing for sure; he wanted you to stay.
guys ik this is very short & bad but i cannot do better atm because of school! very sorry :( but iβm working on some other stuff already!!
can I request text au in which you hide that youβre sick because you didnβt want to bother him etc π
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featuring ; max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
ποΈ:: thank you so much for requesting and for your patience ! havenβt done one of these in a while but itβs something to keep you guys entertained while iβm busying myself with the 1k event :)
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