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ready, set, pillow fight!

hope ya like it! I've just been writing some random things and this popped in my head. I use to really love Elvis but after the 'Priscilla' movie... yikes.

Feathers flew and floated around the room. What had started out as a sweet and calm night, erupted into a vicious play pillow fight. 

You and Lando planned an Elvis themed cinema night. Prepping for Las Vegas is what you both said when the idea popped in your minds. Lando had just gotten home from a double header so you were desperate for alone time. You didn’t want a public night out, just him alone at your shared apartment. He even had come home a winner, so you were ready to show him some love. 

Together you made and prepared all of Elvis’ favorite foods to watch the new Elvis movie, ‘Priscilla’. You had peanut butter-banana sandwiches, homemade burgers, fudge cookies, and a plethora of Pepsi. It was a classic spread fit for the King. 

Lando stared at the kitchen table in disbelief, “Damn I don’t know if I should eat any of this… I can feel my stomach exploding just by looking at it”, he cringed. 

“Oh don’t be a baby. It’s one cheat meal. And I promise to not tell your trainer”, you swore to him as you held out your pinky finger. He looked at you and chuckled, moving to interlock your fingers together. You gave your thumb a quick kiss to act as a lock on the promise. 

Grabbing your plates and drinks, you both snuggled into the comfy cloud couch. Entangled in blankets, surrounded by pillows, and embraced in eachothers arms. 

As the movie rolled on, you looked up and noticed how engrossed Lando was in the movie. The scene where the pillow fight between Elvis and Priscilla began to play out. That’s when you felt a streak of mischievousness run through you. You slowly gripped the soft pillow next to you and lifted it up. Without a word you plopped it against his chest. 

In a moment of shock he held his chest like he had just been shot. Turning to you, he smiled while his eyes lit up, “Oh you do not want to start that with me…”.

“I just did. What are you gonna do about it Norris?”, you teased. Anticipating his next move you slowly crawled back. The next thing you know a pillow is flying at your shoulder. Pillows and uncontrollable laughter move throughout the living room. 

You land a pillow right smack in the middle of his face. “Oh shit!”, you yell frozen in place. He rubs his face and smiles big. 

“You’re in for it!”, he shouts and lunges at you. He traps you on the couch and attacks you with kisses all around your face and neck. Laughing uncontrollably you didn’t want this moment to end. However… The movie took a turn for the worse. As your pillow fight ended in tooth rooting sweetness, the one on the screen ended in pain. You both paused and gawked at the screen in shock. You both didn’t know the sick and hurtful backstory of Priscilla.

“I don’t like this…”, you whispered. “How could he act like that?” gripping Lando’s arms for stability and reassurance. Lando looked down at you with concern. 

“I would never hurt you like that”, he stated with all the love in his eyes. He took his hand and caressed your smooth face. 

“I know”, you blushed, snuggling your head into his neck. He exchanged kisses back and continued to press you into his body. He couldn’t get you close enough. 

After another minute, he perks up, “I don’t think I like Elvis that much anymore…”, he expresses. You look up, ruminating on the events of the movie. 

“Yeah I don’t think I do either”, you confess. “Can we watch something else?”. He pulled you up and tucked you back into the couch. Lando sat back down next to you throwing an arm around your shoulders. His breath steadying as the commotion of the past weeks finally began to settle in. 

“Whatever you want, baby. Maybe something family friendly?”, he yawned. You hummed in agreement taking the remote. As you surfed through the streaming service, you heard a small snore. Looking next to you, Lando had already drifted to sleep. You forgot just how tired he had been from his double header. 

“Oh baby”, you cooed. Clicking the TV off, you grabbed a pillow and gently pushed it under his head. Pressing a small kiss to his nose, you snuggled in and drifted to sleep next to your man. 

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lost and found pt. 2

oh my gosh, can't believe it's taken me this long to complete part 2. apologies!! hope you all like it. as always inbox is open for requests and here is the link to the first part.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You mistook Oscar Piastri for a mechanic. Watching his car get towed away to the track, your face continued to get red with the embarrassment seeping in. 

Just as he’s walking away, a member of the team, wearing papaya orange, sees you without an official pass. “Excuse me ma’am are you supposed to be here?”, they inquire already attempting to push you out. 

Almost if he had super sonic hearing, Oscar whips around, “she’s with me! It’s my fault I forgot to give her a tag”, he states using his innocent charm. He gives you a wink, and squeezes your arm. Before he walks off he whispers in the papaya man’s ear then jogs off giving you a quick wave. Oscar turns around once more and shouts, “You better be here when I get back!”.

The Mclaren member suspiciously eyes you up and down… “Alright I’ll go find you a pass”. Relief floods your body and you relax against the wall. That was a close one and Prince Piastri came to your rescue. Moments later the man throws you a lanyard, and sternly says, “Don’t touch anything, don’t talk to anyone, don’t even breathe…”

You almost burst into a laughing fit but quickly feel how serious he’s being. “Yes sir, scouts honor”, you snickered, placing your hand on your heart as if you were pledging allegiance to the Mclaren team. 

The man walks away and the race begins. It can’t be stated how little you know about F1 but Oscar was starting close to the front, so that was good, right? The race continues, and there is constant commotion and yelling in the garage. Watching the monitors you see Oscar maneuver around various colored cars. Everyone begins going crazy with excitement and you can’t help but join in. Jumping and shouting, you're hugging anyone who’s around you. Random rich people and mechanics are given equal embrace from you. As you calm down for a millisecond you look back up at the monitors and see yourself. On TV! 

Eyes wide, you give a big toothy grin and wave. Then you hear distant screams erupt from the grandstands across the garage wall. Squinting, you see three platinum blondes jumping up and down waving and screaming at you. It’s your girls! You can’t help but laugh at what they're thinking. 

You continue watching the race, and find yourself falling in love with this sport. It’s exciting, and anxiety inducing, and has very handsome drivers. What’s not to love? 

Finally, the end is near. Oscar comes P2. To you that’s exciting enough and worthy of celebration. You watch as he hugs his team, attends the podium, and finally makes his way back into the garage. 

Head down, he glances up and sees you patiently waiting. You were texting your friends all the details. “Hey… you waited”, he says with shock laced in his tone. 

You look up, smiling. “Well, duh… why wouldn’t I?”, you laugh but begin to feel nervous that he wasn’t expecting you to be there. 

“I-I just thought you would leave if I didn’t win”, he confesses scratching the back of his neck. His cheeks turn red, you can't help but give him a sweet grin. 

“Well… I saw you get a trophy so that’s kind of a win in my book”, you joke. He lets out a big laugh. You might be the perfect girl for him. 

He hooks his arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the garage. “I have so much to teach you”, he stressed. 

As you two walk out of the garage, you hear the same high-pitched screams from your three friends. Both of you snap your gaze at them. You jump up and down shouting back and pointing at the driver next to you. You’re all screaming at each other, not needing words to convey the exciting moment that was currently ongoing. 

“Um… who are they?” Oscar asks. A little weary of all the shouting and hair flying around. 

“My friends that I got separated from earlier. They’re going to be so jealous I got to spend the race in the Mclaren garage”, you boast smiling back at him. 

“Would they be even more jealous if they knew you got a date with a podium finisher?” he hinted with a big grin. 

“Maybe… they would. Or maybe they’d be more jealous if it was the race winner. Who was that guy in red?” you teased pretending to look around. 

Oscar’s hands instantly fly to his mouth, shocked at your cockiness. He liked it more than he wanted to admit. Biting his lip he grabs your hands again. “Come on y/n…”, he says and rolls his eyes. You two start walking towards an exit. 

“That was a good joke, wasn’t it”, you laugh poking his side. 

“Yeah real good, just wait till the next race. Maybe you’ll get a second date with a race winner’, he challenges. You look up at him and can’t help but place a quick peck on his cheek. 

You continue walking and both of your cheeks pool bright red. You were perfect for each other.

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why him? why her? pt. 3

I'm back!!!! here is the 3rd installment to this little series. I truly have no idea where this is going, but I'm having fun figuring it out. Also, here is pt. 2 for reference. I hope you guys like it!

Your whole world began to spin. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Charles… confessing his love? Was this real?

You snap your head up and focus on his eyes. They’re sincere. “Why are you asking me this?”, you whisper… scared to hear his response.

“B-because Bambi…I, I think I’ve loved you for a long time. Longer than I’ve truly let myself admit”, he professed. 

Both of you stood there, hands interlocked, and eyes zeroed in. Waiting for the other to speak again. You broke first, letting out a huff. 

“This isn’t fair… both of you!”, you said with anger boiling to the surface. “You both have girlfriends! You shouldn’t be doing this… feeling this…”, you shout pointing fingers between the two of you. 

“Don’t you think I know that!”, he desperately pleads, throwing his hands up. 

Shaking your head, a smile creeps on your face. “Ha… wow you are truly that person aren’t you. Playing into that whole narrative. Falling in love with your girlfriend's friends…”, you jab. You felt immediate regret but there was no going back. 

Charles’ face drops in shock at what just spilled out of your mouth. “I expect the internet to say things like that, but not you… not someone I considered important to me”, he sniffled. He looks at you, attempting to say something but failing. Charles turns around walking toward the door silently. 

“No Charles, wait please… I-I didn’t mean it. I was just being an asshole”, you cried out. “I’m just scared”. Tears began falling relentlessly down your cheeks. 

Without turning around to see you he answers, “No you’re right. This whole mess has to stop. And it will”. Then he walks out the door leaving you to stand there in regret. 

“Shit!”, you scream, throwing yourself onto your bed. You knew what you said would be mean but that didn’t stop you. How could he ever forgive you? Your mind was racing with thoughts in this midnight hour so you let your remorse lull you to sleep.

*next day*

It was the first race of the season. Here you were in sunny Melbourne… miserable. Even with the sadness that permeated throughout you, you were dressed beautifully. Gorgeous flowing red dress graced your perfect frame. Adorned with golden jewelry and gold kitten heels to match. The statement was the custom ferrari earring that took up half your face. 

Walking into the paddock, the screams and camera clicked incessantly. Yet, this was business as usual being an actress born and raised in LA. You were here as a guest of Ferrari. That’s what had made you get so close to Charles and Carlos the past years as a frequent friend of the team. However, this year things were different. Carlos now at Williams, and well now Charles hated you. Not to mention, as an ex-girlfriend of Lance. You began to feel a pit at the bottom of your stomach, were you really welcome here?

Pushing those thoughts out, you continued to strut through the paddock, smiling and taking pictures with fans of all ages. Finally making it home to the shiny red building. Saying hello to the team, you made your place to your designated spot in the garage. 

A flurry of people rushed in lead by Lewis and Charles following closely behind. Lewis greets you with a big smile. At least you had one friend. Charles sees you and gives you a small nod. All you wanted was to reach out and get on your knees to apologize. You mouth a “good luck” at him, and notice a small smile from him. But as quick as it appeared, it was gone again. 

T-minus 30 minutes to the start and everyone was getting in their place. Charles' entire family trails in with Alex in tow. Taking up places near you, you greet them one by one. Finally you turn towards Alex.. it’s like you both know what the issue is but can’t bring it to the surface. At least not now. You exchange pleasantries and quickly line up along the garage. 

Anthems play, introductions are conducted, and cars are prepped ready to race. You snap your headphones on, ready to watch those red cars fly to P1 and P2, hopefully. Just as the lights turn green you feel one side of your headphones begin to lift up. It’s Alex… she lifts your headphones up and whispers, “I know everything… and you have to start being honest”. As quickly as she drops that on you, she scurries over to another spot in the garage. 

Oh shit. What do you do now?

[charlessainzz]

oh hello blog! it’s been a long 8 months and life has changed just a bit. I would love to start writing again, if you have requests send them my way. otherwise I’ll start thinking of some of my own…. I definitely have an Oscar’s night one formulating in my brain

[charlessainzz]

so I didn’t write all summer… call it laziness? maybe I’ll write something tonight

[charlessainzz]

summer is here! time to start writing again. I definitely need some requests so feel free to send those into the inbox!!!!

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when work begins to wrap up I WILL start writing again! so very soon

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wow so sorry guys life truly has been very busy and I haven’t been writing. hoping that things get more manageable so I can get back to it! I do have ideas in mind so half way there haha

[charlessainzz]

I sincerely apologize I haven’t been active this week. work and life has been a lot but I do plan on writing this week!

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can you write abt a 3way with lando & carlos🫣 y/n is dating lando but wants to see how his friend is in bed.. maybe some ln x cs action too while y/n watches? feel free to change up!! thx🫣🫶🏼

I don’t write smut sorry! but thanks for asking

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pt. 2 incoming this week!

Ellooo

I saw your recs were opennnnn

So i uave a request for cluless non-fan reader who attends a race for whatever reason and doesnt know anyone

Driver falls in love with them at first meet/sight

Like idk he saw them being all cute or something from afar or they bump into eachother or reader has to follow a friend whose a huge fan so they kinda look like a lost puppy following their friend around and driver finds them intriguing

Idk u can come up with that bit

But yeah basically clueless reader and driver

Idk which driver

Maybe max or lewis or oscar or even danny

But u can choose anyone ig

I just wanted some fluff cause why not

Thank u sm✨

I love ur writing🫶

thank you for the request!!! appreciate the love, and hope this is what you were looking for :)

Lost and Found

Could it have been any more of a cliche?

Here you were at the Miami Grand Prix lost and wandering around. And where do you find yourself? In the McLaren garage. How? You had no idea. You always seemed to get yourself into the predicaments.

Truth be told, you weren’t very interested in Formula 1. But your friends had an extra ticket so why not get a little tipsy and watch some race cars?

You had been walking with your friends when you decided to make a quick pit stop at the bathrooms. They said they’d wait for you but spoiler alert they didn’t. So here you were looking around the paddock for 3 blondes in Miami, you’d probably never find them!

Thinking you see one of your friends you begin shouting out to her as she entires the building wrapped in papaya orange. As you walk further into the building you can hear the machines and shouting men. That’s when you see the car. It wouldn’t hurt to get closer look. It’d give you something to brag about!

“Can I help you?”, a soft voice said behind you.

You whip your whole body around, “Oh! I got a little lost and was just admiring the car…” you say as your eyes meet his big brown ones. Your face going instantly red, you divert your eyes hoping he won’t see how flustered you are.

“It’s a nice car right?”, he says with a laugh. “We added some updates that’ll hopefully take us to RedBulls level but we’ll see”, he rambles.

You nod aggressively and say, “Never seen anything like it, very shiny!”. As you begin reaching out touch the tail end.

“Wait! No!”, he shouts and pulls you into him. “Unless you want hundreds of dollars worth of fines, I would not do that,” he says with a worried look. That’s when you realize you’re both caught up in each others arms.

Clearing your throat, you take a step back. “You seem to be very knowledgeable about all this stuff…” you say as you look around the garage.

He looks at you and begins to laugh, “you could say I’m somewhat of an expert”.

“I had a feeling. So are you a mechanic or pit crew?” you ask with sincerity.

His eyes light up at your question. Just as he’s about to answer another person calls out to him, “Oscar! Time to get in the car!”.

He begins to zip up his race suit. “You should hang around for the race and see why I’m such an expert in this stuff”, he says as he brushes his hands through his hair.

You look around the garage and find the guy who saved you from a million fines face plastered all over the walls. Oscar Piastri. Oh shit, he’s one of the drivers.

“What happens if I continue to hang around even after the race?” you ask with a smirk.

“Well then I might just have to take out to celebrate my win”, he slyly replies.

You cock your head as you eye him up and down. “Hmm…. sounds like a plan” you reply. “Don’t take too long then, I might get lost again.”

He starts laughing as he tugs his helmet on. “I’ll be back in no time”, he says with a wink and closes his visor.

Maybe your friends ditching you wasn’t so bad after all. A date with a Formula 1 driver, definitely something to brag about.

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my inbox is open to f1 requests!!!!

I usually write for lando, carlos, charles, max, lance & oscar — lmk if you have ideas :)

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Hello beautiful!

I would like to make a request or something like that so I just read the clueless reader with Oscar BUT I would really like it with Lewis. I think it would suit him really well.

If you could do that, it would be really great if not it's okay

Thanks in advance!

thank you for requesting! I don't usually write for Lewis but this idea popped in my head. also sorry it's a bit short, hope it's somewhat what you were looking for :)

The Welcome Committee

It was less than an hour to the race start and you had somehow found yourself inside the Mercedes garage. You couldn’t look more out of place. Ferrari leather jacket, red set, and red cowboy boots. You were in a full Ferrari red get up surrounded by black and white uniforms.

You frantically were searching for the way out dashing through the garage. Just when you practically see the light to your escape, someone stops you. 

“Did Fred send you to welcome me to Ferrari?”, a sultry voice asked. You snap your head around and find yourself face to face with the Lewis Hamilton. 

“He-He did, how did you know?”, you stammer. Your face is slowly turning red and you’ve felt all the blood rush from your head. 

“You certainly stand out in that red outfit. But I think you’re a bit early, don’t you know I'm joining next year?”, he jokes. You continue to hold his piercing gaze until it becomes too much. You and Lewis begin to laugh. 

“Well, why don’t I come back next year and give you a proper Ferrari welcome?”, you say with a smile. You can’t help but subtly bite your lip due to the flirtation that was happening. He takes notice and smiles back. 

“I actually would like that… but I don’t think I can wait a whole year”, he responds. Your eyes go wide as you can’t believe what he may be implying. Lewis pulls out his phone, and hands it to you. “Why don’t you put in your number and we go out? Preferably sooner than in a year”, he teases. 

You felt like someone was playing a joke on you. How is this happening? Lewis continues to look at you waiting for you to answer. You grab his phone and hastily put in your contact. 

Handing it back to him you say, “I expect to hear from you soon. But if not… I know where to find you”. Giving him a wink, you walk out of the garage towards your actual destination. You can’t wait to tell your girlfriends what just happened. You had a date with Ferrari’s newest driver.

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Ngl I think I'd strangle lando and then myself THE OTHER WOMAN?! I THINK NOT 😭😂

hahhah I agree! but it's fiction so let's just roll with her delusions lollllll

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The Other Woman

I couldn't help myself hahah. Seeing all the drama online right now. Let me know if you like it :) or don't, either way this was fun to write.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, sitting at the Rolex Monte Carlo Masters, with her. The girl he told you was nothing to worry about. The girl who you thought was just obsessed with him. The girl was supposed to be the other woman. But now… it felt like maybe you had been this entire time. 

As you watch the match on your TV you feel your phone vibrating. All your friends having the same realization as you. Texting ‘How could he do this to you?’ The playful guy you met out shopping one day in Monaco. He had completely swept you off your feet. Showering you in gifts, compliments, and mind-blowing love. 

Flashbacks of the past few months begin to play in your mind. How you’d suggest a casual night out for dinner and he’d convince you he wanted to keep you protected from the public. Moments when you’d see him out in a Monaco nightclub and he’d ignore you. Only to be calling you hours later begging for you to come over. Times where you’d politely ask to join him at a race, and the conversation ending in him lecturing you that fans would ruin your relationship if you did. Each time you would feel suspicious of him, but he’d use his sweet charm and kiss away any negative thoughts. 

Yet, here he was. In public, at a high profile event, with millions of cameras all to capture him with another woman. You were livid. That’s when you decide to text him that you were watching him and whatever was happening between you two was finished. 

When you send the text you see the film camera zoom in on him again and he’s seen frantically texting on his phone. Throughout the event each time the camera would pan to Lando, it would capture him texting, attempting to make a call, and utterly ignoring the woman next to him. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched. 

The next few hours feel like an eternity. You had not only turned off your TV but also your phone. You knew there were probably dozens of calls and texts from him. You just couldn’t bear to see it. You couldn’t handle hearing whatever lame excuse he could conjure up. Letting yourself wallow in pity as you wait for morning to come. 

That’s when you hear three light knocks on your door. It’s Lando coming to grovel at your feet. To beg you not to disappear from his life. 

You creep up to the door and slowly open it. Revealing Lando, in the same attire he wore to the tennis match, but accompanied with dark bags under his eyes. Clearly stressed out. 

“What do you want, Lando?”, you boom. You try to take breaths to steady the shakiness you begin to feel in your body.

“A chance y/n. Just a chance to explain please”, he begs. His hands start to reach out to touch you but you pull back. 

“I don’t want to hear it! You’re a fucking liar!”, you start to yell. “You convinced me that I was the only one and yet I see you out with her. And even worse out in public!” He no longer is able to hold your gaze and looks down at his feet. All the anger is bubbling to the surface. 

“Shit I know I messed up y/n. That’s why I’m here! To explain what happened. If I didn’t care would I be here now?”, he appealed. He grabs your hands, imprisoning you once again. You can’t help but to feel he was right. Would he be here if he didn’t actually care about you?

“Then get on with it. Explain!” you say sternly. He takes a deep breath and gives your hands a squeeze. 

“It’s my team, okay. They said I needed to be seen out with someone. And that someone just happened to be her. It was out of convenience. Nothing more I swear”, he claimed. He’s looking at you to see if any of that was enough to ease your concerns. 

You let out a little laugh, more out of disbelief. “That is such bullshit Lando Norris. Really, PR? That’s your excuse?”, you taunted. Did he think you were stupid? PR was an easy thing to place the blame on. 

“Y/n you have to believe me. That’s the truth”, he says once again with more conviction. “I would never purposefully hurt you. I love you”, he declares. That word ‘love’ had never been spoken between you two yet. It quite literally knocked the breath out of your lungs. 

“You love me?”, you whisper. Tears start to form and he smiles. 

“Of course I do. You love me don’t you?”, Lando asks but he already knows the answer. He’s manipulated the situation perfectly. His thumbs rubbing circles in your hands trying to coax an answer out of you. 

“How could I not love you? You’re the only person for me”, you confess. You feel yourself being sucked back into him. “Is it over between you and her then?”, you asked cautiously. 

“Let’s not worry about that right now y/n”, he says and silences you with a kiss. You were the other woman. But relishing in his kiss, in his love, you couldn’t find the courage to leave. You were sentencing yourself to a life lived in the shadows.

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Date Night?

here's the first fic, next one will be on sunday. hope you guys like this!

Another night you spent waiting for him. Another night you spent all dressed up alone. Another night ending in disappointment. 

Here you were in that little black dress, lipstick on, and clutch in hand sitting on the couch waiting for Max to walk through the door. You were ready to give it to him. Ready to rip him a new one. 

You hear the door unlock and creak open. You see his face peak through. He’s a sweaty mess so he must have been at training…. again. That’s when you notice his bloodshot eyes. At first you thought he was drunk but then you noticed his tear stained cheeks. Tossing your bag to the side you jump up and run to him in the doorway. Grabbing his face in between your hands, his face is hot to the touch. Your eyes looking him up and down searching for the source of his pain. 

“Max, what’s happening?”, you worried. He closes his eyes and just shakes his head. “Please baby tell me so I can help or-or just talk you through it”, you plead. 

“I can’t do this anymore y/n! I do all this to make him happy!”, Max says as he begins to raise his voice. You felt a pit in your stomach. Max pushes your hands off him as he starts pacing around the living room. 

“I skip parties, I cancel plans, I neglect our relationship to make sure I’m the world’s greatest Formula 1 driver… all for him! A-and it’s still not enough!”, he boomed. You instantly know who he’s talking about. His dad. 

“I fucking stood you up today to get in more training time! And when I ask to take off he starts lecturing me about how I’m not dedicated enough!”, he yells. “What does he want from me?”, Max asks throwing his hands into the air. He’s reached his breaking point. 

You look at him, knowing you can never give him an answer that would be appeasing but you had to try. “Oh Max… he’s the type of person that will never be happy enough. Never be satisfied enough. He just wants more and more”, you stressed. “And he’ll keep asking for more and more because he knows you want to make him happy. But it’s a never ending cycle”. 

He looks at you and nods. Tears still run down his face. He knows that’s the best answer he’ll get and he knows there is no easy solution. But at least you were there for him, and trying to help. “Thank you”, he murmurs. 

“For what?”, you inquire. 

“Just being here. Taking all the shit that comes with dating me”, he says. You see in his face how disappointed he is in himself for standing you up again. However, you knew why at least.

You move towards him with arms stretched out. Inviting him into your safe embrace. Max’s whole body relaxes as he wraps himself into you.

Pushing your hand into his hair you say, “I would take anything to be with you Max. I would go to the ends of this world to just be near you”, you confess and place a kiss on his lips for a second. Going back to just holding each other, you feel like the only two people left on Earth. The world solely spinning for your love. 

Feeling his breath on your neck, he holds you even tighter. Trying to squeeze every ounce of love out of you. “You’re my everything y/n”, he whispers into your neck. 

“You’re my whole world Max Verstappen”, you proclaim. Wanting to lighten the mood a bit you say, “But one more date night that goes wrong and I’ll give away all your World Champion trophies”, you say with a sly smile. 

Max picks his head up from your neck and grins. He leans down and as he’s about to give you a kiss you feel his hand wrap into your hair and tug it. “I promise to do my best y/n”, he says with all the seriousness he could muster. 

“That’s all I ask Maxie”, you breathed. You crane your face up to connect your lips once again.