chiara8104

[chiara8104]

echoes of us | OP81

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a/n: hey loves! i am hoping to be more active since school is coming to an end for me! lmk what u want to see!! xo

summary: y/n just broke up with her toxic ex and alexandra and kika try to cheer her up. unexpectedly she bumps into a certain someone.

oscar piastri x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol, some mentions of franco colapinto , franco being a perv, not proof read, lowercase (im lazy ), fluff, suggestive

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you stare at the club from the outside, kika and alexandra walking beside you. you hesitate a bit, maybe it was too early to get back out there. your hands slide down the wrinkles on your black dress. kika quickly notices, you and her have been best friends since you met her though a mutual friend. “y/n, i promise it’s going to be fineeee!” she drags out the ‘e.’ alexandra nodded quickly, humming in agreement. “just have fun!” alexandra smiled. but it was difficult for you, your ex had really messed you up. he never let you have a girls night. it was so foreign for you.

you walk through the doors and the smell of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes hit you quickly. you start to squirm next to kika. “i’ll get us some drinks,” alexandra smiled, while you and kika went to go sit in a booth. you quickly sit down, melting into the plush cushions. “i don’t know kika,” you sigh, putting your head on the table. “i’m not ready yet. owen really fucked me up.” kika stared at you contently. “trust me, you are. remember the other day? you were complaining about how you miss being out there. you need this.” you sigh at her comment, it’s true. you missed being single, free, not relying on owen’s choices anymore. alexandra came back with three shots. “okay guys!” she smiled, “we better get on the dance floor!” she quickly took her shot and ran to the dance floor. kika trailing behind her. they turn around looking at you and the shot. “you guys go on without me, i need to get some air.” you put on the best smile you could and get out of the booth, heading to the exit.

the fresh air hit you quickly, a sigh of relief hit your lips. it was so refreshing after the heaviness that filled the club, something you didn’t miss when you used to be single. you pressed your back against the cold stone, looking around at the quiet streets, the lampposts being the only source of light. you thought you were alone, until something unexpected happened. “hola mami,��� the thick accent came from behind, his lips feeding at the cigarette. you roll your eyes. “hey.” you scoff, not wanting to deal with someone right now. “you look lonely, want some company?” his words sounded thick, aggressive. his grey fingers from the cigarette bud lightly touching your hair. you quickly get away from his figure, “ i’m good, thanks.” you put your hands up defensively. the man quickly grabs your arm and pulling himself back to his grasp “cmon amor, no woman can resist me, don’t play a hard to get,” the man pins you to the stone wall, his arms on either side of you. the man starts to kiss your neck slowly, you try to push him away from you, but it’s no use. he is too strong. “stop it now,” you cry, but the man wasn’t listening to you. you feel your body slowly starting to get numb, starting to give up. until a voice interferes “hey man, she said stop. so get the fuck off her.” a voice that was new, another person you didn’t know. but it didn’t matter. you push yourself off the man. and run quickly to the new voice. the man walks off, rolling his eyes “whatever man, we were just having fun.” he mumbles.

“hey, are you okay?” his brown eyes look down at you. you smile at him, “yeah, just a bit startled. thank you so much uhm-“ you wondered what his name was “oscar,” he said. “ thank you, oscar.” you smile. “what are you doing out here?” he questions. “oh, i got dragged by some friends and left to get some fresh air. how about you?” “same.” he said, brushing a hand through his hair, his accent clear, a soft australian drawl that stood out against the chaos from inside the club. you weren’t sure if it was the shock or the relief, but something about hearing his voice made your chest loosen.

“you okay?” he asked again, more gently this time.

you nodded, even if it was mostly a lie. “yeah. just… needed some air.”

“didn’t look like that guy was giving you much choice.” he leaned back against the wall next to you, keeping a little distance. respectful. like he was making it obvious he wasn’t here for anything other than to make sure you were alright.

“he wasn’t,” you muttered, crossing your arms. your skin still felt gross where the man had touched you. you rubbed it without thinking. oscar noticed, but didn’t comment. instead, he offered a small nod.

“some people think no means maybe. it’s bullshit.”

you glanced at him. he was quiet, watching the street like he didn’t want to pressure you. tall, kind of scruffy in a good way. his shirt was slightly wrinkled like he didn’t really care how he looked, but somehow still managed to pull it off.

“thank you for stepping in,” you said after a moment.

he shrugged. “wasn’t gonna just walk past.”

you smiled. it was small, but real. “still. i owe you.”

he glanced down at you, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “if you’re serious, you could start by telling me your name.”

you laughed, surprising yourself. “y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n. i’m oscar.”

after that night, things shifted.

you didn’t mean to run into him again, but you did. a week later at the same club. you weren’t even planning on going, but kika had dragged you out. your eyes met across the room. his lips twitched like he recognized you immediately.

“you okay this time?” he asked when he came over.

“so far.”

you ended up talking outside again. longer this time. turns out he’d moved here a few months ago. you had more small talk and in the end exchanges numbers.

you started texting. not constantly, but enough to feel like he was becoming part of your day.

then came the first real date. not a club. not a party. a quiet bar, with music low enough to talk over and lighting soft enough to hide how nervous you were. he smelled like clean laundry and something warm you couldn’t name.

you drank slowly. shared fries. laughed. he asked questions. real ones. not just about your favorite color or where you went to school. but what made you you. what scared you. what made you stay up at night.

you hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in so long.

then came the kiss. not rushed. not expected. just… right. you didn’t go home with him that night. you didn’t need to.but a week later, you did. and it wasn’t messy or desperate,it was slow. careful. intense. he touched you like he wanted to learn you, not take from you.

you woke up in his bed wrapped in his sheets, his arm over your waist, his voice raspy when he said, “morning.” you told kika and alexandra a few days later. they blinked at you like you’d just admitted something scandalous. “wait, oscar? like… that guy from outside the club?”kika raised her brows.

“the one who saved you?” alexandra added, sipping her drink. “yeah.” you said, maybe a little defensive. “i mean, he seems nice,” kika said slowly, “but do you even know him?” she was being protective. a trait you noticed in her whenever you or alexandra talked about guys you were taking to.

“he’s not owen,” you swallowed, trying to stear away from this uncomfortable topic “no,” alexandra agreed. “he’s definitely not owen. just… be careful, okay? we don’t want you getting hurt again.”

but that was the thing.

with oscar it didn’t feel like you were going to get hurt.

you felt like you were healing.

like someone finally saw the version of you that owen tried to erase.

and every time he looked at you, every time he pulled you close, fingers in your hair, mouth against your collarbone, whispering your name like it was something fragile, you started to believe maybe you were allowed to feel whole again. maybe even more than that. maybe you were allowed to feel wanted.

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“what do you want?” oscar asked, staring at the menu like it was written in another language.

you leaned into him, your cheek brushing his shoulder. “you dragged me here. you pick.”

he scoffed, bumping his hip into yours. “i dragged you here? i distinctly remember you saying, and i quote, ‘i need pancakes or i will literally collapse.’”

you grinned. “i don’t recall.”

he looked at you, amused. “of course you don’t.”

you ended up splitting a massive stack of blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon. oscar stole half your whipped cream and you kicked him under the table.

“childish,” he mumbled around a mouthful.

“greedy,” you shot back.

his eyes sparkled when he smiled at you, all dimples and soft teasing. it still caught you off guard sometimes, how safe you felt in the simplicity of mornings like this.

later, you were curled up on his couch, your legs thrown over his, some dumb movie playing in the background. he ran his fingers up and down your arm absently, half watching the screen, half watching you.

“you always do that,” you whispered.

“do what?”

“touch me like you’re memorizing me.”

he paused, eyes on you now. “maybe i am.”

your breath caught for a second. it was always like that with oscar. one moment you’re laughing, the next he’s saying something that makes your stomach flip.

he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.

“you always do that,” he said quietly.

“what?”

“look at me like i’m something good.”

you smiled against his lips. “maybe you are.”

you spent nights at his place more often now. your stuff started to quietly migrate over. a hair tie on his bathroom counter. your favorite hoodie on the back of his chair. a half-used bottle of your shampoo in his shower.

“so are we… like, dating?” you asked one night, tucked into his side, voice soft.

he tilted his head down to look at you. “babe. i literally made you pancakes, folded your laundry, and picked out a movie you like even though it sucks. what do you think this is?”

you giggled, hiding your face in his shirt.

“hey,” he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. “yes. i’m your boyfriend. obviously.”

the next day, he changed your name in his phone to princess 🙄 and texted you miss u already two minutes after you left.

hed send you pictures of himself, in his hoodies with his cat curled up against him (yes i made oscar a cat guy, he’ll never beat the polite cat allegations.) “me thinking about u.”

when you got overwhelmed or quiet, he never pushed. just held your hand. played with your fingers. waited until you were ready.

“you make it easy to breathe,” you told him once.

he kissed your temple. “that’s the whole point.”

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“babe, do i look like i’m trying too hard?”

you turned in the mirror, eyeing your outfit for the fifth time. oscar, stretched out across your bed with his arms behind his head, didn’t even glance up.

“you always look hot,” he said casually.

“you didn’t even look.”

“don’t need to. i’ve memorized you.”

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

you grabbed your purse, heart racing a little. you’d done dinners with kika and alexandra a million times, but this was different. this time oscar was coming. and so were pierre and charles, two guys you’d heard about but hadn’t spent much time with. it felt official now. real.

“don’t be weird, these are my best friends. i need to have a good first impression.” you warned oscar as you stepped into your heels.

“wow,” he laughed. “so little faith in me.”

you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed him. “just… try to be charming.”

“i’m always charming,” he said, grabbing your hand as you both headed out.

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the restaurant was a cozy rooftop bar, all string lights and open air. kika was already there with pierre, her head on his shoulder, both of them laughing over something on her phone. alexandra and charles arrived a few minutes later, dressed like they were coming straight from a fashion shoot.

“y/n!” kika squealed, pulling you into a hug. “and you must be the famous oscar.”

oscar smiled, polite but cool. “guilty.”

“you’re taller than i imagined,” alexandra said, looking him up and down like she was inspecting him for faults.

“he’s not a criminal, alexandra,” you muttered.

pierre and charles dapped him. the guys seemed to get along easily, talking about sports, music, whatever guys talk about when they’re trying to act casual.

at one point, kika leaned across the table.

“so… how’s he doing?” she asked with a smirk, nodding at oscar.

“he hasn’t embarrassed me yet,” you whispered back.

“give it time,” alexandra added with a grin.

through dinner, oscar kept his hand on your thigh under the table. just resting there, thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. every time you looked at him, he was already looking at you.

at one point, you excused yourself to the restroom, and when you came back, kika leaned in dramatically.

“okay so… we like him,” she whispered.

“he’s quiet,” alexandra said, “but he’s observant. and the way he looks at you? girl. yeah. we’re sold.” you smiled and started reapplying your lip liner. “thank god. your opinions are the only ones that matter.” you quickly finished doing your lip combo before walking back with the two of them. you eyes immediately caught oscars.

oscar, noticing your red cheeks, raised a brow. “what’d i miss?”

“nothing important,” you said quickly.

the night ended with a slow walk back to the car, oscar’s arm around your waist.

“see?” he said softly. “i can behave.”

you smiled. “barely.”

“yeah,” he murmured, pulling you a little closer. “but you like me like this.”

you did. god, you really did.

and watching your friends laugh with him, watching him fold so naturally into your world, you felt it settle in your chest:

this wasn’t just a fling.

this was something real.

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a/n: ahhh i’m feeling so active! lmk what u think. i am maybe thinking of making multiple parts to this story but pls lmk!! requests r always open! xoxo chia.

[chiara8104]

Helloo!

*cough cough*

Alright, ignore the fact that I have no patience but hear me out:

A vacation with Carlos Sainz somewhere in like Italy and there's like so much fluff and some trouble communicating with Italians and at the end of the day they joke about different funny interactions in their day, tease each other. In the mornings, Carlos likes to make fresh pancakes because he says that everyone loves pancakes and then they both sit down together, eating and Carlos is just sweetly flirting but nothing suggestive, just really gentle. They go for a morning walk even if Carlos says he just wants to lay down in bed all day because he's not the most morning person to exist. But he ultimately listens to his woman because he's a 'good boyfriend' as he says. And blah, blah, blah, I could yap about this for hours.

Really, you do not have to write anything if you don't wish to, it's understandable, just make sure you're doing well and staying hydrated!

Mwah, (still thinking about an anon name)

❤️❤️❤️❤️

cuddles and gelato - C55

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a/n: heyyy im back. i’ve been in a slump recently, school has been so busy and i’ve genuinely had NO time to myself. anyway, i did well on physics test (A, your girl ateeee) and got into my schools choir and vocal jazz! anyway, this fic literally fuelled my passion for writing again. anyway don’t forget MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! lowkey nobody has been sending in requests which is another reason for me not posting!

carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, a bit suggestive (if u squint), not proofread (im too lazy so ignore my typos) , horribly translated spanish and italian (don’t come for me)

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The salty scent of the sea wafted through the open balcony doors, where the morning sun peeked into the room with a quiet persistence. A soft breeze fluttered the white curtains, and the faraway sound of waves lapping against the Amalfi cliffs was like nature’s lullaby turned morning anthem. You stirred under the linen sheets, still tangled in dreams, when the familiar scent of golden, sweet batter filled the air.

“Mi amor…” a low, slightly amused voice called from the doorway, dragging out the syllables in a sing-song tone. “Guess what time it is.”

You cracked one eye open to find Carlos standing there in pajama pants and a slightly-too-tight white t-shirt, a spatula in one hand and a mischievous smirk on his face.

“It’s way too early for your pancake campaign,” you groaned playfully, burying your face into the pillow.

Carlos chuckled, crossing the room in a few quick strides and sitting at the edge of the bed. “But everybody loves pancakes. Even you. Especially you. Don’t lie to me,” he said, poking your side gently.

You peeked at him again, this time grinning. “How do you have this much energy this early? You’re the one who whines about mornings every single day.”

He gasped with mock offense. “Whines? Me?” he pressed a hand to his chest. “I am simply… expressing my desire to stay in bed forever. With you, obviamente.”

You laughed, finally sitting up. The golden light painted Carlos in soft hues, highlighting the relaxed curls of his dark hair and the sparkle in his eyes that was reserved only for these quiet moments. “Alright, alright. You win. Pancakes first, then a walk.”

Carlos groaned, already anticipating your morning plans. “I knew you were going to say that. Can’t we just eat pancakes in bed and then… sleep again?”

You kissed his cheek. “Nope. You said you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember? Good boyfriends go on morning walks.”

He narrowed his eyes, but his lips curved into a smile. “You are using my words against me. I feel betrayed.” Still, he offered you his hand. “Come on. The pancakes are going to get cold, and I made the blueberry kind you like.”

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Breakfast was always your favorite. Not just because of the pancakes—which were, admittedly, always perfectly fluffy and golden—but because of the way Carlos looked at you while you ate. Like you were a secret only he knew. Like nothing else in the world mattered.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked through a mouthful of syrupy pancake.

“I’m admiring my masterpiece,” he said, smug.

“The pancakes?”

He leaned closer over the little round table on the terrace and tapped your nose with his finger. “No. You, tonta.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass of orange juice. “Smooth, Sainz. Very smooth.”

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Later, after you’d successfully dragged him out for a walk through the cobblestone streets of Positano, the real adventure began.

First, there was the incident at the tiny bakery on the corner, where Carlos tried to order un cornetto alla crema but somehow asked for a “cream horn for his aunt” instead. The barista gave him a very concerned look, and you had to step in, half laughing, half apologizing in your own clumsy Italian.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he grumbled, ears red, as you walked away with your pastries.

“I was enjoying the show,” you giggled. “Besides, I didn’t know you had an aunt who needed a cream horn.”

He glared at you playfully. “You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Then there was the beach umbrella fiasco, where Carlos tried to help set it up but ended up knocking over an entire row of chairs and getting scolded by an older Italian man who spoke rapid-fire and pointed dramatically. Carlos just kept nodding, saying, “Sì, sì, scusi, signore,” while you tried not to cry from laughter.

“I swear, I’m usually good with dads,” Carlos mumbled once you were finally settled with your umbrella—upright this time.

“Maybe just not Italian dads.”

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By sunset, you were both sun-kissed, tired, and full of gelato.

Back at the apartment, you curled up on the couch together, legs tangled, heads resting on shoulders. The orange-pink glow of the evening painted the sky outside like a watercolor.

Carlos shifted so he could look at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You know… today was a disaster.”

You snorted. “A beautiful disaster.”

He laughed. “Seriously. I butchered the language, nearly took out a whole beach, and let you convince me to walk two miles before 10 a.m. I must really love you.”

You turned to him, eyes warm. “You do. But also, you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember?”

Carlos groaned, throwing his head back. “You’re never letting that go either, are you?”

“Never,” you said, snuggling closer.

He kissed your forehead, his voice softer now. “Still the best vacation ever.”

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The next morning…

Carlos made pancakes again. He always did. Even if he claimed to hate mornings, he never let you wake up without them. This time, he added lemon zest and ricotta to make them “extra Italian,” as he said, with a flourish.

You sat together at the same little table on the terrace, your feet on his lap, the world slow and quiet around you.

“You know,” he said between bites, “I was thinking. Maybe we should stay another week.”

You tilted your head. “Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle another day of my early walks and linguistic disasters?”

Carlos grinned. “True. But I think I could survive if it means more pancakes and watching you try to haggle over beach towels.”

You tossed a napkin at him. “Hey, I almost got us a deal.”

He caught it, laughing. “Almost. But the old lady definitely charged you more for calling her a ‘fiery sponge’ instead of a ‘bargaining queen.’”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning, while he leaned across the table to kiss your cheek.

“La mia ragazza… my brave, fearless, slightly confused tourist.”

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a/n: lmk what u think!! don’t forget requests r always open 🫶

xoxo chia!

[chiara8104]

i was wondering if u could do lando x reader fluff? maybe one where they've been together for a long time and are going back in time and remembering the day they met, meeting the parents, friends. something like that PLEASE!!!!

New beginnings | ln4

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a/n: this is such an amazing request!! when I saw it, it immediately caught my eye!! I hope you enjoy! Sorry I haven’t been replying to all of ur requests! I have a singing audition and a physics midterm very soon and I’m pretty stressed! I will try my best to get to everyone’s requests! don’t forget requests are always open!! xo chia

summary: lando and y/n take a trip down memory lane.

warnings: fluff, swearing, use of y/n!, use of pet names, italics = hello mean flashback. not proofread (sorry loves!)

wc: idk

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Moving day

You had agreed to move in with lando after months of begging from him. And there you were, sitting at your apartment packing up all your things, putting them into moving boxes and carrying them downstairs.

You had walked outside to the moving truck and gave lando the box, he grabbed it out of your grasp and put it in the back. “How about some food?” You smile at him. “Why not,” he ginned back at you.

You both walked to the kitchen together. You scrummaged around in the fridge trying to find some type of food, the fridge was basically bare until you came across a couple eggs and some veggies.

You grab the eggs and crack them into a bowl, cutting up the veggies you found and adding them into the bowl. You turn on the last pan you had in the kitchen and started to made some omelettes for the both of you. You start to realize this was the last time you would be in this apartment, cooking a meal for you and your boyfriend. You started to feel sappy and looked back down at the now, cooked omelette.

You looked around in the cupboards to find no plates “fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. That was the first box you took to landos. “Something wrong?” Lando looked at your puzzled state. “I forgot I packed all my plates first, they’re already at your house,” you let out a heavy sigh. “It’s fine, we’ll eat out of the pan,”he smiled slightly at you. “Hopefully I can find some type of cutlery around here,”

As you continued to look around your somewhat empty kitchen, you find a couple old forks and knives laying around. Ones you forgot even existed. You swiftly grabbed them and walked over to lando. You both enjoyed the quiet, relaxing times with him. All the chaos can be so overwhelming, lando with f1 and you with university.

Once you finished your omelettes, you walked back to your room. There were a few boxes that were laying around, but one caught your eye. It was the sentimental box, full of Polaroids of your friends, lando, and even your old cat, Luna. You smiled at the photos, and scrummaged through the box. You found your old camcorder you thrifted back in 2018. You opened the camcorder, praying that it’ll turn on and to your surprise it did.

You scroll back to the first video taken on the camcorder and smiled. It was you. Walking with your camcorder in hand to a place in the park with a mysterious man. But that man wasn’t just anyone, it was lando. His voice was squeaky “hey!” he smiled at the camcorder. You grinned at seeing his younger state, until the camcorder got passed to lando to show yourself. You cringed at your old state, the ripped skinny jeans and old, beaten up black vans. “Oh god,” you quickly close the camcorder before lando walked in. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen this in years.” He walked closer to you, grabbing it out of you hands and opening it.

Lando scrolled through all the videos the two of you made over the past few years. Ones you forgotten about. Lando clicked on one, “hey guys,” you say in the background, your camera pointed at lando. “Today, lando is meeting my parents!” Lando turned beet red in the video, his anxious stance was very present in the video. He had some type of flowers he bought from the floral shop not too long before. Lando takes a deep breath and knocks on the door of your mum and dad’s home. Swiftly the door opened, your mum greeting lando with a big hug. “You must be lando! I’ve heard so much about you,” lando was tense in the grasp of your mum, but slightly relaxed a few seconds. He let go of your mum and handed her the flowers. “These are for you,” he said nervously, he smiled when she looked at them. “Oh! These are beautiful. Thank you dear,” your mum turned her body to let you two in. Hugging you when you came by. Once you had gotten further into the house the video stopped completely.

You smiled at lando who was giggling slightly at the horrible camera work, after all, he did have a photography account. You grabbed the camcorder out of his hands and started to record, "hey guys," you said in the background, the camera pointed to the (almost) empty room. "Lando is helping me move out. We're moving in together!" you cheerfully exclaim, you turn the camcorder to lando who is continuing to look through your sentimentals. You shoved the camcorder right in his face, he smiled and waved at the camcorder. "im showing this to our future kids," you grin. "Kids, eh?" he smirked, you hit him playfully, "duh."

You continued to walk around the apartment, giving a slight story to your 'audience' about every place in your apartment. Finally you got to the front door, a bittersweet feeling slowly started to kick in. You hear footsteps coming towards you, it was lando carrying your last box. You sigh heavily, placing the camcorder down, it pointing towards the two of you. "So, this is it, huh." you mumble, lando pats your back contently. "New beginnings love. I'm so excited for you to move in with me! " he was calm, hopeful, excited. You smile at his cheerfulness and gave lando a quick peck on the kiss. "I cannot wait to start my new beginning with you," your face lit up and you grabbed the camcorder from the ground. "Well, this is it! Bye guys," you smile. Lando peering over your shoulder, "byeeee!" he waves.

You sigh as you end the recording. You start to slowly walk out of your apartment, lando following behind with the last box. He places it down when he gets outside your front door, you hesitantly close it. You grab the keys out of your pocket and fiddle trying to grab the right one, you were anxious. What happens if you guys break up? All these negative emotions fill your thoughts until lando sees your uneasy state. He places his hand over your now shaking hand. You take a deep breath and lock your door. You turn to lando.

"To new beginnings," you smile.

"To new beginnings, love." lando kisses you.

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a/n: here we go! second fic. more are coming. I hope you guys enjoyed. I might make this a multi-part fic, with different cute videos y/n and lando find if people want that (comment or send in a request telling me!!) anyway, requests are always open. <3 thank you for everyone and their support on the max fic! everyone is so sweet and supportive.

[chiara8104]

max x reader and they’re new parents and he has to leave reader for a triple header and when he gets back reader is real stressed and is on edge around him from the lack of sleep and he tries to comfort her and keep her at ease since she’s so reactive to everything.

Kinda hurt comfort fic☺️

sleep deprived - max verstappen x fem!reader

a/n: omg I love this idea!! it is so good!! anyway, my first ever fic!! I really hope u guys enjoy!! if u want to be on my tag list lmk!! requests are always open!!

summary: you hadn’t gotten sleep in a while, until your husband Max comes to help you out.

warnings: use of pet names, angst (turns into fluff in the end), some swearing (maybe like once) , NOT PROOFREAD, poorly translated Dutch (don’t come for me!)

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3:02am. You stare at your alarm clock, groaning when you hear the cries of your baby. You haven’t gotten a wink of sleep since you had your little girl, Violette. It’s been even more difficult when your husband, Max had a triple header this week. You slowly get out of bed, rubbing your tired eyes. Your body was tired, your eyes hurt from the sleep you haven’t gotten, closing desperately to get at least an hour of sleep.

You slump your way to your daughter’s room. She was getting louder, desperate for some type of connection from you. You grab her slowly and carefully, putting her in your arms. You pat her back slowly, shushing her from her screaming. “Why can’t you stay asleep,” you weep softly, you were drained. Your daughter had somewhat calmed down, her breathes becoming softer signalling she had fallen asleep. You breath out a sigh, putting her back into her crib and quickly going back to your bed. You finally had some time to yourself. You prayed Violette would stay asleep this time.

When you sat back on your bed, you hear the same cries you heard moments earlier. You let out a heavy sigh and swiftly went back to her room. Grabbing her and taking her to the rocking chair in the corner of her room. You shush her, but she wouldn’t budge, still screaming. You try everything you can but Violette wouldn’t stop crying. “Max please come home sooner,” you mumble. Slowly your eyes start to close, the rocking of the chair must’ve made you more tired than Violette.

This horrible routine continued throughout the week. You would wake up to Violette crying and screaming as she always would. You had given up on even getting a wink of sleep. You stressed about being a bad mother, not being able to get your daughter to sleep. You tried everything. At this point, it was rare for Violette not to cry.

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When Max arrived home from the triple header, he was excited to finally see his wife and daughter. He fiddled with his keys and opened the front door. “I’m home!” He yelled excitedly. He couldn’t wait for his wife to jump in his arms, give him a kiss and prepare him for a night full of cuddles. But you were nowhere to be found. Max looked around the whole house until he found you cooped up in Violette’s room, hair a frizzled mess, it looked like it wasn’t washed in days and eye bags dark and defined.

You looked at Max, smiling. “Max, baby, you’re home. Why didn’t you say anything.” Max looked at you contently and sat down next to you. He noticed you were reading a book on parenting. “Baby, why do you need to read this? You’re the best mother a kid could ask for.” He held your shoulder contently. You flinched at his touch and shooed him away, “Max, I haven’t slept in days. Violette has been crying every night.” You look up at him. Your eyes welling up with tears. “No, no, don’t cry. It’s okay I promise.” He wiped your tears from your cheeks. “No, it’s not okay. I’m so fucking tired Max. I need to sleep.” You stand up abruptly and leave the room.

Max followed your body as it left the room looking puzzled. You’ve never been like this ever. The concern of your state was filling Max completely. Until it was interrupted by Violette’s sobbing. Max hears your loud groan and walking back into the room. Grabbing her and leaving. Max followed you out and noticed how you were crying again. “Why won’t you sleep?!” You weep in between tears. Max slowly approached you. “Y/n.” He was ignored. “Y/n!” “What Max? What do you need?” You snap at him. Max paused, breathing slowly. “Baby, you need sleep. Let me take Violette-“ “-no, I need to look after her.” You take a step back. “Y/n, please.” Max took a step forward. Max pauses. He slowly grabs Violette out of your grasp. You rub your now, red, tired eyes. “Y/n, please get some sleep. You need it.” Max says sternly.

You slowly meet his gaze, smiling when your eyes connect. “Thank you.” You slowly walk to your shared room and close the door. Max stares at Violette, “well, I guess it’s just you and me now, huh.” He tickles her stomach, earning a giggle out of the baby. Max slowly walks back to Violette’s room and grabs her little lion plushie. Violette makes grabby hands at the animal and smiles when she receives the small plushie. Max and Violette continue to play with her toys.

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A few hours later, you wake up. Feeling… well rested? You let out a sigh of relief. You hadn’t slept that well since a few weeks ago. You hear silence. Something you had craved, it was rare when you heard the sound of your own footsteps. You walk to the bathroom, having a slower. Once you are done, you walk to Violette’s room to see Max and Violette sleeping together on the rocking chair. Their breaths slow, content. You smile at them and slowly walk over, shaking Max softly until his eyes flutter open, meeting yours. “Hey you, how are you feeling.” He croaks, voice hoarse from sleep. “So amazing,” you kiss him softly. “I love you so much Max” you pull back softly. He smiles against your lips “I love you too, liebe”

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authors note: this is my first ever fic! I hope you guys enjoyed!! my requests are always open!

[chiara8104]

A bit about me! And Requests!

hey! my name is chiara. chia for short. i am 18 yrs old. i use she/her pronouns! and i am very into f1, i’ve been a fan since i can remember. my favourite (current drivers) are oscar piastri, franco colapinto, kimi antonelli, and ollie bearman! i am a student in school, so i am quite busy. but my dms and requests are always open. if you need someone to talk to or even requests pls feel free to hmu! anyway, requests.

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