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boxboxdarling · 8 days ago
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Stupid Overtake
Max verstappen x reader
You are mad after that stupid overtake made by him
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Max hadn’t heard your voice all day not this morning,when he offered you coffee
And you took it wordlessly. Not at the track, when he tried to explain what happened with that risky overtake. And definitely not now, as you curled up on the hotel bed with your back to him, scrolling on your phone.
He sat at the edge of the bed, sighing.
“You’re mad…”
No answer.
“Mijn liefde…please talk to me”he got up, walked to her.
”I bought your favorite food and drink you must be hungry”
“I made a…playlist” he muttered,pulling out his phone.”ıt’s like full of apology songs.Mostly Taylor Swift.”
You turned slightly, one eyebrow raised.
Max perked up. “See? You moved. That counts.”
Max grinned at the tiniest reaction, like he’d just won pole position.
You rolled your eyes, still facing halfway away from him, but your phone screen dimmed — a small sign he took as progress.
“Come on,” he tried again, crouching beside the bed so you had no choice but to look at him if you wanted to keep pretending you weren’t. “I’ve listened to All Too Well three times today. Ten-minute version.”
You snorted despite yourself. “You don’t even like Taylor Swift.”
“I don’t,” he admitted, “but I like you. And you’re mad at me, which is worse than DNF-ing.”
You sighed, the fight in you softening just a fraction. “It was a stupid overtake, Max.”
He nodded instantly. “It was. Really stupid. I thought it was worth the risk—”
“It wasn’t.”
He paused, searching your face. “You know what’s worth the risk, though?”
Your brow furrowed. “What?”
“This,” he said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Making sure you’re not mad at me anymore.”
You tried to keep your lips from twitching into a smile, but he caught it anyway. “There it is,” he said triumphantly, climbing onto the bed. “I knew I could get you to forgive me. Now, dinner?”
“Fine,” you muttered, unable to stop the smile completely. “But you’re still driving like an idiot tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Probably,” he said with a grin, already reaching for the playlist. “But at least I’ll have the soundtrack ready.”
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boxboxdarling · 11 days ago
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“Trust Me”
Ferrari test track, late afternoon.
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Tw: Fluff, adrenaline, a little bit of teasing
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You stood beside the bright red Ferrari, arms crossed, sunglasses slipping slightly as the wind picked up.
“You ready?” Charles asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He looked far too excited for what he was about to do.
“Define ‘ready,’” you said, eyeing the car suspiciously.
He leaned against the driver’s side door, raising a brow. “It’s just a little speed. You trust me, no?”
“That’s the problem,” you muttered. But you were already walking around to the passenger side.
3 minutes later
You were strapped in. Helmet on. Heart racing. Charles looked over at you with a devilish smile.
“Last chance to back out,” he said, flipping switches like he was preparing for liftoff.
You gave him a tight smile. “Just… don’t kill me.”
He winked. “Never.”
The engine roared to life — and you felt it in your bones. Before you could even take a breath, he launched the car down the track, tires screeching, the wind slicing past your face through the slightly open window.
“CHARLES!” you screamed, gripping the side handle.
He just laughed, perfectly in control, hands fluid on the wheel. “Come on, chérie, this is nothing! We’re just warming up.”
He took the next corner like he wanted to give you a heart attack. You slid slightly in your seat, the G-force pushing you back.
“I HATE YOU!” you shouted, but you were laughing now, your adrenaline spiking.
“No, you don’t.” He smirked. “You love it.”
He was right. You did.
The straight came up — and he gunned it. The engine screamed, the world blurred, and all you could do was hold on and let him fly.
When he finally eased off the gas and pulled into the paddock, you sat there for a moment, wide-eyed, hair a mess under the helmet.
Charles looked at you, lips twitching. “So? What’s the verdict?”
You turned to him slowly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… again?”
His smile widened. “That’s my girl.”
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boxboxdarling · 15 days ago
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Text Masterlist🩵
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•They missed you,part1(charles and max)
↪️ part2(kimi and lewis)
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boxboxdarling · 15 days ago
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Masterlist💗🌸
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Charles Leclerc
• Stay still,char
• Trust Me
Lando Norris
• And that’s how it’s done
↪️Part 2: Chaos, pasta, love
George Russell
• Voicemail
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boxboxdarling · 16 days ago
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Chaos. Pasta. Love. 🍝💛
Lando norris x reader
Cooking stream
I am really obsessed with drivers streaming especially Lando and Max
Part 1
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🍝•🧡
He hit the starting button as she entered the kitchen
“Hey guys we are doing a cooking stream like we promised” she said. “Uhm.. so baby what are we gonna do today?”
“Pasta!! We choose this because we can’t make terrible pasta….right baby?” He said.
“Speak for yourself, I can cook?”she said while laughing.
/@username_1:HELP😭😭
/@username_2: this is going to be disaster and I’m here for it.
“And… u are going to wear that apron” he glanced at it—it had a cartoon banana on it that said “I’m bananas for you”
“Really.??”
“You lost the last race so you are going to do what I said”
/@username_1:NOT THE APRON😂🤣
/@lan.do_’sgf: he actually looks good in yellow STOPP!
/@_/n: romcom already😍
“We are making my grandma’s recipe”, she said.
“Does your grandma’s recipe involve me crying while chopping onions?”
“Yea… do you want me to cry?? Of course you’re chopping onions baby”
He giggles, reluctantly taking the cutting board and knife. “This feels like sabotage.”
She smirks, already grabbing the olive oil. “It’s character development.”
/@username_3: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 😭😭
/@banana_boy: no because he’s actually cutting it like a pro??
/@chefY/N: our queen just supervising ily
As he starts chopping (very slowly), she leans on the counter, reading from the recipe. “Okay, now we need garlic, tomato paste, and… wait, did you already measure the pasta?”
He freezes. “We were supposed to measure that?”
“OH MY GOD.”
She rushes over, grabbing the bag. “We are not feeding an army! Why did you pour half the pack?!”
He shrugs, grinning. “I got excited.”
/@username_1: why is this like watching two kids cook unsupervised 😭
/@rom_comcentral: i’d pay to see them on MasterChef tbh
She mock glares at the camera. “This is why I do everything around here.”
“But you love me.”
She sighs dramatically, bumping her shoulder into his. “Unfortunately.”
They both laugh, stirring the sauce together now, arms brushing as they try to move in the small kitchen space.
“Okay, you know what? We’re not doing too bad.”
Suddenly, the smoke alarm beeps.
They both jump.
“…was that me?” he asks, wide-eyed.
“NOPE. THAT WAS DEFINITELY YOU.”
/@username_4: i’m cryingggg 😭😭😭
/@pasta_disaster: best stream of the year confirmed.
He waves a towel in front of the smoke alarm, laughing through the chaos.
“This is fine. Everything’s fine.”
She opens a window and turns to the camera. “Reminder: don’t let him near heat. Or knives. Or pasta.”
“Hey!” he pouts. “You said I was doing good!”
“You were… until you almost set the kitchen on fire.”
/@drama_queen123: THE WAY SHE DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH LMAO
/@chefapologytour: pasta was not cooked… but they are 😍
After the smoke clears, they finally sit down at the table with two mismatched bowls of very average-looking pasta.
He takes a bite, cautiously. “Okay, wait… this is actually good?”
She gasps, pointing at him. “You sound surprised!”
“I mean… we did almost burn water.”
“You did,” she corrects, grinning.
He lifts his fork dramatically, addressing the chat. “I’d like to thank my sous-chef for carrying this operation.”
“You mean head chef.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
/@username_5: marriage energy 🥹
/@bananaboiluvr: petition for weekly cooking streams pls
He tilts his head toward her. “Next time… dessert?”
She lights up. “Cupcakes?”
“…You’re doing the oven.”
/@user_name6: NOT HIM STILL TRAUMATIZED
/@pasta_queen: if they make a cake without burning the house I’ll believe in love again.
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boxboxdarling · 21 days ago
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AND THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE🧡
Sorry for long waiting
So you beat lando on F1 2025
Enjoy!!💗
Part 2
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“Hey chat, how is everyone doing today?”He says “so yes, today we are going to play F1 2025”
@/username1:where is y/n??
@/username2: yea, where is she?
“Ah where is y/n? She was sleeping when I went to bedroom before stared to streaming…so I uhm we have to be quiet”
@/username2:oh queen is sleeping
@/username1:say hi to her when she woke up
He chuckles “I’ll when she gets up”
“You know guys she has been challenging me for a while now in F1 ofc maybe we will do a duo stream together”
@/lando’sfangirll01:omg!!pls do!
@/username3: I miss her.
“Lan..?”
“Oh baby,did I wake you up?”
“No,no It was too hot in the room so I get up” she goes and sit in his lap.
“I told u to turn the AC on”
“I know…I forgot to.. are u live?” He nods
“Hey guyss!!”
@/username1: yassss.hi!!! Yn!!
@/username2: hi queen!!
@/lando’sfangirll01: so lando about that competition????
“Oh that…do u wanna play baby?”
“Yep and gonna kick ur ass!!”
“Ohh so sure of yourself Hmhm?”
“Yes”
The game finally loaded, controllers in hand, the two of them settled in.
“Alright, game’s on. You ready to lose, love?” he asked, grinning smugly as he adjusted his headset.
A raised brow. Arms crossed. “Confident for someone who rage-quit last time.”
He scoffed. “That was one time—don’t act like it’s a pattern.”
@/username1: NOT HER EXPOSING HIM
@/racingtea: this is going to be so good 😭
@/bestcoupleever: i’m living for this energy
A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Just saying… don’t start crying when I lap you.”
“Ohhh, okay.” He leaned forward, suddenly very focused. “Let’s make it interesting. Loser does dishes for a week.”
“Deal.”
The countdown beeped. 3… 2… 1… Go.
For the first few turns, it was neck and neck. Then—
“Did you just brake check me?!”
“It’s called strategy. Look it up.”
He gasped dramatically. “That’s not strategy—that’s betrayal. This is war now.”
@chaoticduo_irl: THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER 😭😭😭
@f1trashcorner: not her brake checking him 😭 she’s savage omg
@lando_4ever: HE DESERVES IT FOR TRASH TALKING
He shook his head, eyes wide, laughing. “Okay, okay — you wanna play dirty? Fine.”
“Play smart, not dirty,” she said innocently, already pulling ahead.
He squinted at the screen. “You’re literally cutting corners.”
“It’s called racing lines, darling.”
@/username1: SHE ATE HIM UP
@wifelando: she’s too powerful
@georgefan78: I need this energy in my life
By lap 5, she had a solid lead.
“You’re actually sweating,” she teased, glancing at him.
“I’m not,” he said, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. “Okay maybe a little.”
“You should hydrate. You’re gonna need the energy for all those dishes.”
“Cheater,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Winner,” she corrected, sticking out her tongue at him.
@/username2: when is the wedding
@/username3: this is the most romantic battle I’ve ever seen
@/lando’sfangirll01: pls let them stream every day
As the final lap approached, the tension was palpable — or at least, that’s what chat was saying.
@racewatcher999: THIS IS SO TENSE
@cleanthosedishes: pls let her win i beg
@/hearteyesforher: she’s my idol
With one last smooth overtake, she crossed the finish line — a full three seconds ahead.
“AND THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE,” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air.
He stared at the screen, jaw slack. “No way. No. I demand a rematch.”
“After you do the dishes.”
@/lando’sfangirll01: SHE WONNNNN
@/cryingandscreaming: he’s gonna be scrubbing tonight
@cutecouplevibes: she’s queen behavior only
He leaned back with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. A deal’s a deal. But next time I’m training for this.”
“You say that every time.”
“Because one day it’ll actually happen.”
She kissed his cheek, still grinning. “Until then… dish soap’s under the sink.”
@streamoflegends: not her being savage AND cute
@bestduostream: 100/10 would watch again
@/username1: when’s part two 😭😭
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boxboxdarling · 1 month ago
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George Russell
˗ˏˋ 📩 Voicemail Notification ˎˊ˗
You have one new message
🗣️ George Russell
🕑 2:41 AM
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“Uhm hello,love I called bc I wanted to hear ur voice but I guess u are sleeping rn..well u are hearing mine.”(soft laugh)
“The garage was too crowded today but It felt quite to me for reason…(sighs) I feel tired… do u remember what u said to me That I don’t have to carry it all alone. I haven’t forgotten. I’m trying to believe it. When u wake up please call me I need to talk to you, I love you.”
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boxboxdarling · 1 month ago
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They miss You🌸 part2
So…you are away from them for some reason and they texted u.
Enjoy!!💗🌸
I wanted to add an rookie too <3
All fake!!!
Lewis Hamilton and Kimi Antonelli
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boxboxdarling · 1 month ago
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They miss You🌸part1
So…you are away from them for some reason and they texted u.
All fake!!!
Only for 2 drivers for now
I hope It’s not cringe 😬 Enjoy!!💗🌸
Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc
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boxboxdarling · 1 month ago
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About me🌸
Hi! I’m the writer behind boxboxdarling 🩷
This blog is my little pit stop for soft F1 imagines, one-shots, and reader inserts — mostly focused on Charles Leclerc,Lando Norris and Max Verstappen, but I love the whole grid.
• ✍️ I write fluff, comfort, maybe angst( Idk I have never tried before)
• 🗣️ English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any small mistakes!
• 🏁 Requests: [close] — requests rules down below (I will try my best to write every request)
Thanks for being here 🤍
•Masterlist
•Text Masterlist
⚠️‼️This all is a work of fiction, I don’t know the drivers personally‼️⚠️
Request Rules🌸💕🎀
What I Write:
✅ Fluff, soft, maybe angst
✅ Hurt/comfort (emotional or physical)
✅ Reader inserts — male/female reader
What I Don’t Write:
❌ NSFW (this is a soft, safe space)
❌ Extreme violence, abuse, deathfics
❌ Anything that disrespects real-life boundaries
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boxboxdarling · 1 month ago
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Charles x reader
🗒️ Note: English is not my first language, so there may be small mistakes. I’m doing my best, and I hope you enjoy the story anyway! 💌 (my first writing so it might be bad :( I hope It’s making sense 💗)
🌸Short imagine
(hurt/comfort, soft fluff, post-race care)
“Stay still,char”🩹
The hotel room was too quiet. I was in such shock that I couldn’t even speak — not until he broke the silence.
“Amour…” he said. It sounded like a little whisper, and I could hear the worry in his voice.
I sighed. “I should be the one worrying now. Stay still so I can look at the wound properly.”
But he kept moving.
“Stay still, Char,” I repeated.
He flinched — not from the pain, but from the way I said his name. Too soft. Too caring.
“I’m fine, amour,” he said, trying to smile. “I just bumped a little—”
“You bled, and that was not a little!”
He went quiet.
“Were you worried?” he asked.
“Of course I was. I’ve never been this scared of anything,” I said, still shaken, carefully continuing to clean his wound.
“I promise… there won’t be any more of this,” he said, his voice low, sincere.
“You’d better be careful,” I whispered, managing a small smile.
He leaned in and kissed me softly.
“I love you so much.”
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