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hello everyone! here are are my request guidelines, just to clarify any of your possible future requests. not many rules, just clarifications:)

genres:

genres that i write:

angst (i love angst, however love to end it with some fluff or an open ending)

fluff (absolutely love!)

smut (i haven’t ever written smut, so any first time smut requests may not describe everything graphically but more so implied or be suggestive. i will try my best as i explore and get used to this genre)

one shots (i have no problems and love)

series (i sometimes have commitment issues but at the same time have to finish everything off, so i might write a shorter series and then during any holidays and free time, i might start writing a longer one; i already am planning one)

headcannons (absolutely love and find them so cute and fun to write)

plot request:

i have no problems with whatever you want to request, i will make a prompt list, if you would like to use it, but if you want also song-inspired pieces or just normally you have something interesting, send it and i’ll be excited to write it!

characters/people i write for:

now, the most important part: who do i write for? i will first state, who i will definitely write for in the list below:

F1 drivers (though mainly younger drivers, however i can make the exception if i’m in the mood or really like the request)

harry potter and fantastic beasts (mainly newt scamander and cedric diggory, however honestly i don’t mind any of the characters except for draco malfoy lol)

celebrities (i have a couple ideas for austin butler, robert pattinson, eddie redmayne and george mackay, and will take any requests with celebrities that i enjoy/know of/am comfortable with)

1917 (2019 movie) (mainly william schofield but if anyone requests tom blake, will gladly write one)

miscellaneous (i’m a big fan of: hunger games, mainly finnick odair; star wars; little women; queen’s gambit)

but in all honesty, if you have a character or person you want me to write for, just request them and i’ll see if i know them or the movie and try to write for them:)

schedule:

i may not get to your request immediately as my schedule right now is very erratic, but do not feel like you shouldn’t request anything

where to request:

just check out my blog and at the top you will find my request box!

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feel comfortable to request anonymously or not, there is an option to click if you want to:)

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missed f(l)ight║m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader (platonic: lando norris and daniel ricciardo)

requested: yes/no

synopsis: in which max and his partner fall into an argument about commitment to their relationship before max’s flight to baku and there’s nothing more than the two of them wanting to be with each other 

warnings: a bit of angst, argument, js verstappen (mentioned), hlmut m*rko (mentioned), softie!max

word count: 3k

The pair was silently driving in the dark. The silence wasn’t common and, even this time, it was uncomfortable too. 

Max tapped his fingers on top of the driving wheel, turning slightly to look at the silhouette of his girlfriend. She had her body turned slightly away from him, staring out at the slowly setting sun.

“Why aren’t you letting me come with you?” she asked, “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No,” he replied, “I just don’t always need you by my side, and anyways if the media sees you in Baku they will most certainly find out.”

“But, Max,” her eyes slowly filled with tears that were just sitting there, not escaping her eyes yet, “Why is it so bad for them to know? I don’t see a problem, I always go with you. I gave up a lot to be here with you and just, normally, to be in a relationship with you.”

Max could see in her body that she was still upset with him after their argument. She was an open person, wearing her emotions on her shoulder; he wished he could grab her hand that was simply sitting on her seat.

Neither wanted to leave on a bad note but it was impossible for either to speak up and admit their mistakes. Well, more so Max wanted to speak up and apologise- y/n did nothing wrong. His anger and stress took over any logical thought as they were arguing.

“Well, I didn’t ask for you to drop it all,” he accused her, “For all you want, you could go and do whatever you want.”

“Max, that’s not the point! The thing is that a relationship goes both ways, not one. You know that as well as I do. But I have to give up more in this relationship because you have a serious job and a big future on the line.”

“You give up more?” Max asked her, incrediously, “What other stupid accusations would you like to make?”

“Max, I am not saying that it’s bad. However, all I ask is that you give something back. I dropped everything so that we could spend more time together. You wanted it.”

“And so did you-”

“- Exactly, Max! That’s why I want to go with you to Baku but you’re just making stupid excuses for me not to go. What am I going to do here in the next few days?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Go shopping, explore the city, hang out with your friends-”

“- All my friends are back at home. You’re my only friend here in Monaco, along with the other drivers. And you all will be there in Baku!”

The car approached the empty aeroplane hangar, his private jet already waiting there, Daniel’s silhouette jumping in front of the jet along with Lando’s. He wanted to think of any words that possibly could help the situation they were in but he knew that no words would easily resolve their arguments in a matter of minutes.

The two McLaren drivers started waving at the car approaching them, Max reached out for her hand and gently wrapped his larger hand around hers. Instead of turning to look at him, y/n kept looking out into the distance; she barely reciprocated- just holding his hand, not squeezing it as she usually would. 

“God, y/n,” Max complained, “You have never moaned about missing a race so much before.”

“Well, because I always go with you and if I couldn’t I had a reason for not going! Max, I don’t understand why you don’t want me to come- last year, you invited me to every race last year…”

“And we weren’t dating back then,” he explained, “I just don’t feel comfortable with you being there and knowing my luck in Baku-”

“You’re not comfortable?” she interrupted him, surprised by his choice of words, “You’ve never said that before. Even when we started dating, you never told me that you ‘feel uncomfortable’. What’s going on, Max?”

“Nothing!” Max could feel the irritation slowly start to itch, “What do you not understand about that?”

“Well, because you’ve never behaved like this before. And I am worried that I did something wrong. We promised each other that we would tell each other anything that was bothering us, even if it might hurt the other’s feelings.”

“Will you please stop? I told you that I just don’t want you to come, alright?” he huffed, “Nothing less, nothing more.”

She stood silently in front of him, arms crossed with a broken, tired look on her face. She looked away from him as she normally would when she was feeling shy or not sure how to deal with something and her emotions; he could see the gears working behind her eyes, trying to solve his peculiar outburst.

Max slowly stopped the car in front of the two McLaren drivers, both seemingly excited by their trip to Baku, with their large smiles evident on their faces. Before Lando opened her door, y/n gently let go of Max’s hand; he immediately missed the warmth of her hand in his and the secureness he felt whenever the two would hold each other. 

Lando enveloped y/n in a warm hug, with Daniel following his driving partner, “How are you?”

She smiled at the two, “I am doing fantastic, what about you?”

“Excited,” Lando replied as Daniel nodded in agreement.

“How are you, Maxie?” Daniel asked his previous driving partner.

“Excited too, ready to kick your asses in Baku,” he faked a laugh.

“With your pace this year,” Daniel laughed, “I would not be surprised at all.”

“Is it so hard?” he asked her, “It’s just a week.”

She silently stared at him, “Okay.”

She turned away from Max, heading towards the balcony, his two cats, as if feeling her distress and sadness, followed her. He couldn’t help but feel horrible for what just incurred, he didn’t mean to be so ruthless and cold, ignoring anything that she said. 

“Are you coming with me to the jet?” he asked her, not expecting a ‘yes’.

Still turned away from him, she answered, “Sure, if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course, Daniel and Lando will-” he started speaking but she just left the living room, not listening to whatever he had to say after he said ‘of course’.

He called her name, “Hey, are you alright?”

She turned towards him, looking incredulously, “No, Max, and what does it matter to you? I don’t want to argue anymore.”

Max sighed, seeing that it was a dead end with whatever he might have wanted to fix after their argument. He wished he could apologise so easily and she could take him back as if nothing ever happened. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case, she was always kind and accepting of whatever he did, however she would always get a bit more sensitive when they would argue about what each brought to their relationship.

“So, we’re ready to leave?” Lando asked the pair, “Got everything this time with you, y/n?”

She laughed at his teasing, “No, not this time. I’m not coming, unfortunately,”

“Why not?” both McLaren drivers were surprised by her statement.

“Oh, well, I just have some friends coming over and, you know, haven’t seen them in a while, so I thought that I could spend some time with them in Monaco.”

“Friends?” Daniel joked, “We are your only friends, y/n. You’re so quiet that you barely even made friends with half of the drivers on the grid. Even with me and Lando, it took you at least a couple months to get comfortable.”

“Even with Max,” Lando laughed as he added on, “Before the two of you started dating, it was such a horrible, awkward period with you always saying ‘that we’re just friends’. And you guys had been friends for such a long time before.”

“Well, I just don’t tell you all about my life, then,” she tried to joke.

“But are you sure you don’t want to come?” Lando asked, “Luisa is coming on Friday evening, and both Carmen and Lily will be there and possibly, even, Charlotte. Why don’t you fly in on one of the later days? Even after qualifying, just make sure to be there by Sunday. ”

“I’d love to but I’d have to buy a flight in the span of next two days and it’d be so stressful to do something so last minute,” she told him, “Look, it’s fine. Hopefully, I’ll make it to Canada.”

“Hopefully?” Daniel piqued up, “You always come to any of the races.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll make new plans with my friends,” she laughed, “Now, I don’t want to hold you up anymore. Have fun, alright?”

“Thanks, mum,” Lando hugged the girl, “See you later then.”

Daniel hugged her as well, quietly whispering in her ear, “If you’re bored with your friends, call Lando or I.”

“Thanks,” she told him, “Have a safe flight, you two.”

The pair turned away to let the couple have their moment- to say their goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s. Max stared at the girl in front of him; she was gorgeous in the sunset’s light, looking at him through her beautiful eyelashes, even her eyes were glowing in the last rays of the sunlight. He had no words. What could he tell the girl in front of him that would save anything left of their relationship? 

“I-” he began before she interrupted him.

“-Look, Max, I don’t want us to fight anymore. All I ever would want is the best for you and I don’t want to stress you out or anything more, I want you to score P1, or really anything because you’ll do amazing and I believe that you can do amazingly, and now I will stop rambling because Lando and Daniel are waiting on you,” she stood up on her tiptoes and gave Max a soft kiss on the cheek, “You’ll do amazing.”

Max stood in silence, absorbing everything that she just told him, “Thank you, I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” she smiled and took his car keys, “Have fun, tell the boys good luck from me too.”

She was the first one to turn around, heading towards Max’s Aston Martin. He stood there for a moment before turning around and heading to his jet, entering it to the already energetic environment created by Lando and Daniel. He put his bag onto an empty seat, storing his luggage over head.

“Do you want anything, mate?” Lando asked him, “Some gin? We can have a small party here before Baku!”

“I’m alright, just some water, please,” Max looked out of the jet’s window, eyes set on the Aston Martin his girlfriend entered.

The two McLaren drivers looked at each other, confused by their friend’s responses, “You alright?”

Max waved Daniel off, “Yes, everything’s fine.”

“That’s not what I asked you, Max. Are you alright?”

Max stayed silent as he watched the Aston Martin slowly drive away. He knew the car would stop and she would watch them fly away, she always did so when she would stay in Monaco.

“You didn’t proclaim your love for y/n, or pepper her with a million kisses, or hug her until she’d turn red and push you away, or even tell her ‘I love you’...”

Driving the car slowly, y/n couldn’t help but feel the smallest of tears roll gently down her cheeks. She knew that if she cried all alone right now, she would be depressed for the rest of the week, eating neapolitan ice cream every night and watching sad romantic movies like ‘The Notebook’ and ‘Call Me By Your Name’. 

She slowly drove the car further away, ready to stop it when it was far enough from the plane, where she could watch the plane take off in safety. She watched the sky palette above her- all shades of blue, purple, pink, orange and yellow. 

The banging on the car trunk stopped her. She looked into her rear window to see a red-faced and out of breath Max banging on the trunk of his car. Braking the car, Max ran up to the driver’s door, opening it for her as she took off her seatbelt.

“Max?”

“Come with me!”

“Where to?” she laughed, shocked.

“To Baku!”

She got out of the car, “Max, what are you going on about?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for all I said. I was wrong about everything. I can’t go without you. You have given so much to me and, recently, I haven’t returned anything and when I have the chance to, I don’t. I know that the second free practice finishes that I will be missing you and wishing that you were there with me. I don’t want to lose what we have-”

“-Max, I wasn’t going to break up with you,” she tried to reassure him.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to take the chance; I don’t want you to stay all alone at home, crying over me because you don’t deserve it, you shouldn’t be crying over me, unless it’s good. I want our relationship to last forever, I want to grow old with you and open your bookstore wherever you want- London, Paris or Amsterdam, or even on a quiet peculiar street no one knows of. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and that means when you come with me to my races, because I realised that without you I feel lonely, even if I have company from Lando and Daniel. I want to hug you everyday, pepper you with a million kisses, profess my love for you in any way possible and wake up every morning to your face. And I know we’re still young and that we only started dating this year, but I’ve known you for all those years before and you were still the most special person then. You were, are, like my family and I would never sacrifice you for anything; I’ll even give up racing just for you and we can both run away, away from everyone and find some cottage and hide peacefully there from everyone else. Because I love you with all of my heart and I don’t think there’s any more space for anyone else in my heart.”

She stared at him in shock. She knew that he loved her and that the same was applied vice versa but she never expected the words that tumbled out of his mouth. Max could see the small tears reappearing again and he started worrying.

“Please! Don’t cry!” he tried wiping her tears, “I didn’t mean-”

“-Max! They’re happy tears!” she laughed, grabbing his hands that were on her face, “They’re happy tears!”

“Happy?” the boy seemed to be scared to do anything after the tears fell out, “I-”

But before he could speak anymore, she grabbed his face and brought it down to her’s, crashing their lips together. It was a passionate kiss but not one to instigate anything more, instead to show the love that the couple held for each other. It was one where they could forget about everything and everyone around them and just enjoy the embrace of one other; pulling away was something neither wanted to but if they didn’t, y/n felt like her lungs would explode.

He rested his forehead on hers, “Will you come with me?”

“Max,” she laughed, “I have nothing on me right now, except for my own clothes.”

“I’ll buy you everything when we get there, tomorrow morning, any clothes, any bags, anything that you would need. Just, please, come with me-”

“-That sounds lovely but I don’t have a toothbrush or pyjamas with me which I would need when we land and get to the hotel-”

“The hotel will have everything, we’ll ask for a toothbrush, and you can just take any of my extra shirts and wear it to sleep in.”

“You brought shirts that aren’t your Red Bull polo shirt?” she joked.

“Hey! I have some style,” he huffed, pouting slightly at her, “Or I have an extra shirt of yours.”

She stared at him in silence, shocked and surprised by what he just said, “You have an extra shirt of mine?”

“Yes?” he suddenly turned timid.

“For what reason would you have my shirt, Verstappen? Makes you look like a creep,” she laughed.

“Don’t laugh! I just, well, I, you know, after our argument I was already missing you and I felt that I wouldn’t be able to sleep without you, so I, I,” Max stopped, slightly embarrassed by his rambling and what he was going to say next, “I took one of your shirts because they all smell like you, so I could have some piece of you at least there…” 

The boy in front of her kept surprising her, “You know, most people would find it absolutely weird but, somehow, my heart is melting at your sweetness.”

He blushed a bright red, a hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck, “So, will you come with me?”

“I just have one last question: why did you not want me to come with you at first?” she just needed to get to the bottom of this.

“I,” he hesitated, trying to find the correct way to phrase what he was going to say, “Well, there was a meeting with my father and Helmut about a week ago, just after the Monaco Grand Prix, and a couple more PR representatives. They started getting suspicious of the two of us after this article that leaked some pictures and they gave it to me to read. I don’t want to bring you into the world of media and newspapers; I don’t want them to rip you apart just because of my actions; I don’t want them to hurt you. I’m just scared that if I let them see you, they’ll break you and break us.”

“Max, I find it really sweet that you care so much,” she told him, “But we are supposed to be in this together. If we stand with each other hand in hand, nothing matters to me. Alright?”

Her hand cupped his cheek in reassurance, pecking him on his lips. He smiled back at her words.

“I love you, you know that?”

“I love you even more, Maxie,” she kissed him one last time.