#project Max Verstappen

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Racing for Love

word count: 1.6k

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Wife!reader, ft. thier child

Summery: Max and Y/n navigate the challenges of raising their young son Noah, encouraging his love for racing while standing firm against Jos Verstappen's intense training methods to ensure Noah's happiness comes first.

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The afternoon sun poured over the track, its warm glow casting long shadows as you watched your son, little Noah, zoom around in his mini-kart. He was just four years old, the spitting image of Max—same piercing blue eyes, same determined scowl as he concentrated on mastering every turn.

From the sidelines, you could feel Max’s pride radiating as he watched Noah. It had been his dream to share his love for racing with his son, and now that Noah was old enough to drive a kart, it felt like the beginning of something special. But to you, Noah was still your baby, and seeing him behind the wheel so young filled you with both excitement and a sense of protectiveness.

“He’s a natural,” Max murmured beside you, a smile pulling at his lips. He was quiet today, simply enjoying the moment without any of the pressure that used to weigh so heavily on him.

But that peace shattered the moment you saw Jos pull up to the track. You stiffened, your grip on the fence tightening instinctively. Max noticed your reaction, his own expression darkening slightly. He loved his father, respected what Jos had done for him, but the scars from his own childhood were still there, buried under years of discipline and hard-earned success.

Jos strode over with that same commanding presence, eyes flicking from Max to Noah on the track. “He’s got the Verstappen blood in him, that’s for sure,” Jos said with a grin, but there was something in his tone that sent a chill down your spine.

“I know what you’re thinking, Jos,” Max said calmly, though his jaw clenched. “He’s not me.”

Jos scoffed, folding his arms. “If you want him to be the best, Max, you can’t go easy on him. You know what it takes. You can’t coddle him.”

Your heart sank. You knew exactly what Jos was thinking—long nights on cold tracks, harsh words, endless drills until exhaustion took over. It had shaped Max into the world champion he was today, but at what cost? You weren’t about to let the same thing happen to Noah.

“No,” you said firmly, stepping forward. “We’re not doing that. Noah is not going to be pushed like that.”

Jos turned his gaze on you, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “You think I went too hard on Max?” His voice had that edge to it, the one that made it clear he didn’t care for dissent.

“I know you did,” you shot back, feeling your protective instincts rise. “Max went through hell growing up, Jos. I won’t let you put Noah through the same thing. He’s still a child. He’s not going to be pushed until he breaks.”

Max stood silently beside you, but you could feel the tension radiating off him. His hand slipped into yours, his grip tight, supportive.

“He’s got talent,” Jos insisted, his voice rising. “He’s got to be toughened up if he’s going to make it.”

Your eyes blazed as you stepped forward, standing your ground. “Noah is four. He needs to love this sport first. I won’t let you take that away from him the way you almost did with Max.”

The memory of Max’s childhood—a mixture of triumphs and painful sacrifices—hung heavily in the air. You knew how deeply it had affected him, and you weren’t going to let history repeat itself.

Max’s voice was low but firm when he finally spoke, his eyes locked on his father. “She’s right. I don’t want Noah to go through what I did. If he’s going to race, it’ll be because he loves it, not because he’s afraid of failing.”

Jos’ expression faltered for a moment, a flash of something you couldn’t quite place in his eyes. “I made you a champion,” he said, but the words lacked the conviction they usually carried.

“And I thank you for that,” Max replied, his tone softer now. “But I want to be a different kind of father. I want to enjoy watching Noah grow, not push him until he resents me—or the sport.”

For a moment, the three of you stood in tense silence, the sounds of the track fading into the background. Noah, blissfully unaware of the conflict brewing, came speeding around the corner, his face lit up with joy as he handled the kart like a pro.

Jos sighed, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. “Fine,” he muttered, glancing at Noah. “But don’t come crying to me when he’s not tough enough.”

You exhaled, feeling some of the tension leave your body as Jos turned to walk back to his car. The relief was palpable, but you could still feel the remnants of anger lingering in the air.

Max wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “You did good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until you said it.”

You leaned into him, your heart still pounding from the confrontation. “I just want him to be happy, Max. I don’t care if he’s the best driver in the world.”

Max smiled, watching as Noah jumped out of the kart and ran towards the two of you, his laughter infectious. “He will be,” Max said softly, “because he’s got the best parents in the world.”

As Noah raced toward you and Max, his tiny legs barely keeping up with his excitement, his helmet still bobbing on his head, you knelt down to meet him at eye level. His wide smile, the mirror image of Max’s, made your heart swell.

“Mom! Dad! Did you see? Did you see me go around the corner?!” Noah’s voice was filled with that pure, unfiltered excitement only children could have.

Max crouched down next to you, reaching over to ruffle Noah’s messy hair. “We saw, buddy. You were incredible out there,” Max said, grinning proudly.

“You were so fast,” you added, placing your hands on Noah’s small shoulders. “But were you having fun?”

Noah nodded vigorously, his blue eyes shining. “Yeah! It’s just like Dad! I wanna go even faster next time!”

You smiled, though there was a flicker of concern in your heart. “I know you do, sweetheart. But remember, it’s not about being the fastest. It’s about enjoying yourself.”

Max leaned in, adding softly, “Your mom’s right, Noah. The most important thing is that you love what you’re doing.”

Noah frowned a little, looking between the two of you. “But, Grandpa said I need to be the best. Just like you, Dad. I wanna be like you!”

You felt your stomach tighten at the mention of Jos. Max glanced at you before looking back at Noah, his voice gentle but firm. “You will be, Noah, but you don’t have to be the best right away. I wasn’t the best when I started either. It takes time.”

“But Grandpa said I have to work harder,” Noah pressed, his little brow furrowing in confusion. “I want to be like you, Dad. I don’t want to let you down.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, at how much he wanted to impress Max. You reached for Noah’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You could never let us down, Noah. We’re proud of you no matter what.”

Max shifted, his expression growing more serious but still tender. “Look, Noah,” he said, placing a hand on your son’s small shoulder. “I know Grandpa says a lot about working hard and being the best, but that’s not everything. You’re still so young. Right now, it’s more important that you have fun and learn to love racing. You don’t need to be perfect.”

Noah looked up at Max, his eyes wide. “But… what if I don’t get as good as you?”

Max smiled softly, his eyes full of warmth as he gently cupped Noah’s cheek. “I don’t care if you’re the best driver in the world, Noah. I just want you to love it. If you love racing and want to get better, we’ll help you. But if you decide you don’t like it anymore, that’s okay too.”

“But I do love it!” Noah insisted, his small fists clenching with determination. “I love it so much, Dad. I wanna race forever!”

Max chuckled, glancing at you before looking back at Noah. “Then you will, buddy. And I’ll be there every step of the way, but we’re going to do this our way, okay? Not Grandpa’s way. You’re going to race because you want to, not because you have to.”

Noah seemed to process Max’s words, his tiny face deep in thought before he nodded slowly. “Okay, Dad. I like that.”

You smiled, pulling Noah into a hug. “We’re going to have so much fun together, Noah. And when you’re ready, we’ll help you go even faster.”

Noah giggled into your chest before he turned to Max, his eyes wide with excitement again. “Can we go again tomorrow, Dad? Please?”

Max looked at you, his smile softening. “We’ll see, champ. But let’s take it one day at a time, okay?”

Noah nodded eagerly, clearly satisfied with the answer. “Okay! I’m gonna be so fast!”

Max stood, lifting Noah up in his arms as your son beamed with pride. “You already are, Noah.”

As the three of you started walking back toward the car, Noah resting his head against Max’s shoulder, you caught Max’s eye. He gave you a soft smile, his free hand slipping into yours.

“You know,” Max said quietly, “I always thought I wanted Noah to be a driver just like me, but seeing him today… I just want him to be happy.”

You squeezed his hand, your heart full. “He will be, Max. He’s got you—and us—showing him what really matters.”

[formulanni]

Father, Son, and the Holy Goat

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009 @Mandy23b

[max-verstappens-lip-freckle]

I've seen a lot of these and wanted to contribute. Maybe I'll properly webweave one day.

[fanboyoff1]

F1 x The Unsent Project

Part 1

[grogumaximus]

Max: He's [Bennett] already tucked in the bed.. by mommy.

•

Crane: [talking to someone in the chat] Do you fancy being my dad?

Max: Not mommy?

[l1li4n]

they all make me feel insane

[omegalerc]

I'm gonna need full transparency from maranello about what they do to Charles over breaks because why does every FDA driver look like Charles, and then they are just so enamored by him? Like I get he's your mom but pls😭

https://x.com/daliafisk/status/1868385823659548958?t=SRoS1j4vDholZJy-2EANCw&s=19

at first glance i saw this and thought it was the same picture.. what the hell kind of charles leclerc breeding program is going on at ferrari

[thissying]

fp2, GP Singapore, 2024

Max vs Franco Colapinto (and the RB20)

[citric-acid-rain]

woe red bull b upon ye

[house-of-mclaren]

i don’t think charles will ever go to redbull HOWEVER i will indulge myself in imagining charles and max doing those challenge videos

not bc lestappen but bc they’re both competitive bitches

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Pumpkin Perfection

word count: 793

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: Y/n hosts a Halloween party where Max Verstappen, dressed hilariously as a giant pumpkin, turns a night of spooky fun into a competitive and comical showdown

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Y/n was buzzing with excitement as Halloween approached. She loved everything about the spooky season—decorating, dressing up, and watching cheesy horror films. This year, Y/n had decided to host a Halloween party at her apartment in Monaco and had invited a bunch of her friends from the paddock, including Max Verstappen. She and Max had a close friendship, one filled with playful banter and competition.

As Y/n hung the last of the fake cobwebs in the corner of her living room, she checked her phone and saw a message from Max.

Max: "Hope you're ready for me to win another costume contest. 😉"

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. Max was notoriously competitive about everything, including parties. Last year, he’d dressed as a racing vampire—complete with a cape and fangs—and had taken home the win at Daniel Ricciardo’s Halloween bash.

Y/n: "Dream on, Max. This year, I’m taking the prize. Prepare to be amazed!"

Y/n had spent days perfecting her costume, opting for a clever mix of spooky and glam. She was going as a witch—complete with a black, glittery dress, a wide-brimmed hat, and glowing green contact lenses that gave her an eerie look. She even had a broomstick prop that doubled as a drink holder.

The evening of the party arrived, and as Y/n lit up the jack-o-lanterns on her porch, the doorbell rang. She opened it to see Max standing there, looking smug. But instead of the horror-inspired costume she expected, Max was dressed in a giant pumpkin suit, his face peeking out of an opening at the top, his arms sticking out awkwardly from the sides.

Y/n burst out laughing, doubling over as Max tried to maneuver his way inside the apartment.

“Max, what the hell? I thought you were going to go all out!” she said between giggles.

Max grinned and shrugged. “I decided to take a different approach this year. Figured I’d try to win with comedy instead of fear.”

Y/n wiped a tear from her eye. “Well, you’re definitely off to a good start. But I don’t know how you’re going to fit through the doorway.”

Max shuffled sideways, struggling to make it past the doorframe. “It’s fine, I’ve got this,” he said, determined, but ended up getting stuck halfway through. Y/n couldn’t stop laughing as Max wiggled and pushed, trying to squeeze his way inside.

“I’m stuck! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Max complained.

Y/n, still giggling, pulled him through by his arms. “You’re the one who decided to wear a giant pumpkin suit!”

Once inside, Max looked around at the decorations and whistled. “Wow, you really went all out. I’m impressed.” He pointed to the cobwebs, the spooky lighting, and the themed snacks shaped like eyeballs and spiders.

Y/n grinned proudly. “I told you, Max. I take Halloween very seriously.”

Throughout the night, the party was in full swing. Guests were dressed in all sorts of costumes, from scary to silly. Max, still waddling around in his pumpkin suit, made everyone laugh with his exaggerated movements and funny remarks.

At one point, Y/n challenged Max to a pumpkin-carving contest. They set up at the dining table, surrounded by pumpkin guts and seeds. Max was hyper-focused, determined to win, while Y/n took a more laid-back approach, carving out a cute witch face on her pumpkin.

Max, on the other hand, had gone for something much more elaborate—a recreation of his F1 car, or at least, that was what it was supposed to be.

“Max, what is that?” Y/n asked, squinting at his creation.

“It’s a car, obviously!” Max defended, though it looked more like a mashed-up blob than anything car-like.

“Sure, if a car got run over by a truck,” Y/n teased.

Despite the questionable carving, everyone voted Max’s pumpkin as the funniest, and Y/n’s as the most creative. In the end, they decided to call it a tie.

As the night wound down, Y/n found herself sitting on the couch with Max, both of them tired but happy after a night of fun.

“I have to admit,” Y/n said, leaning her head on Max’s pumpkin-covered shoulder, “you did make the party a lot more fun with that ridiculous costume.”

Max grinned. “I told you, comedy wins. Plus, you can’t compete with this level of pumpkin perfection.”

Y/n laughed and nudged him. “Next year, I’m dressing as something even funnier. You’re going down, Verstappen.”

Max looked at her, his blue eyes twinkling. “We’ll see, Y/n. But you know I don’t lose easily.”

And as they sat there, surrounded by the remnants of their Halloween chaos, Y/n couldn’t help but think that this had been one of the best nights she’d had in a long time—thanks to her silly, competitive friend.

[romanscool]

guess who's here to feed you with gut wrenching news about 'which could mean nothing (but does it ever?)' once again? me!

hi, just thought I'd drop this here cause I'm a bit temptative at uploading yet another chapter of this (now finished) fic on ao3,,,

so, here's the explanation to every chapter name!!

-> they're all unsent messages!! from the unsent project!!

I've been pulling my hair out trying to find them for at least a week, and now that I have, you'll have to suffer with me. also, yes, these are hints for dan's pov in January. No, I won't spoil more I promise,,

[pg-sk]

This bitch is gonna pull a Rosberg on sunday

is this why he keep talking about retirement?

[fanboyoff1]

F1 x The Unsent Project

Part 2

Also just to clear up any confusion, the person with the text on them is sending, the other person is receiving that text. Ex- In the first one, Lando is sending the black message to Oscar, Oscar is sending the blue message to Lando. Hope you enjoy 🤗

[monacodarling]

HEAR ME OUT

DRIVING TEACHER! MAX AND DRIVING DISASTER! CHARLES I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT

[m4xlesbian]

ROUND 22/23 ⸺ las vegas grand prix ✩ 19.11.2023

maple's rating: ★★★★ (9.5/10)

☁︎ click read more facts, highlights & experiences ☁︎

✩ facts

red bull today broke mercedes’ single-season record of 19 wins in a year (set in 2016)

max tied sebastian’s 53 career wins, putting him third in the all-time list behind michael's 91 and lewis’ 103

max is the first driver ever to win in the same country three times in a single year after his us victories in miami, austin and now las vegas

max today won what was the 1,100th world championship event

today was charles’ fifth podium finish of 2023 for ferrari

checo lost a place on the final lap for the second consecutive race

it was checo’s first podium since the last red bull one-two at monza seven races ago

esteban took p4 from 16th on the grid – he has only finished higher once this season (third in monaco)

with p6 for ferrari, carlos has leapfrogged lando and fernando in the standings and moved into fourth in the drivers' championship

lewis’ p7 finish for mercedes means he will definitely finish third in the drivers' championship

fernando, who finished in p9, is the only driver who was alive the last time f1 raced in las vegas in 1982

✩ raceweek highlights

max fucking hating this entire premise 💀💀💀💀💀💥💥💥💥

LESTAPPEN GAY IN THE MEDIA PEN. SOMEHOW 💕💕💕💕💕💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 WHAT THE SCALLOP

carlos ran over draincover 😨😨😨

THE SPHEREEEE 💗💗💗💗💗

mclaren ass 💔💔💔

traffic 🥹🥹🥹🥹

checo out 😪😪😪 lewis out🤔🤔🤔

LOGAN THROUGH TO Q3 💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

max almost hitting the wall 😭😭😭

LOGANNNN 🦅

MAX TERRORISM ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

CRASH 🫵🫵🫵

fernando damage 😧😧

yuki up nine places

lando‼️‼️‼️‼️ in the wall 💔💔💔💔

lestappen fucking fighting on the radio 😭😭😭😭

5 second penalty 🤣🫵 ‘send him my regards 💗💕💕💗💕💗’

charles overtaking max‼️‼️‼️

GAX FUCKING CRIME. GEORGE 😒😒😒😒😒😒

checo leadingjdjjajajhsjhsjsi

pierresteban BATTLE‼️‼️‼️‼️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

MAX LEADING ‼️💗‼️💗‼️💥💥💥

charles mistake -> checo overtake 😭😭😭💀💀💀

1.9 stop!! mclaren!!!

THE LAST CHARLES OVERTAKE 😭😭😭

MAX WINNNSSS 💕💕💕💕💗☀️☀️☀️☀️💌💌💌🌷🌷✨✨✨✨🪽🪽🪽🪽

max singing on the radiojfishsijs 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

THE CAR RIDE. I CANTJFJSJHSJSJSJSJ

✩ maple's diary