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──★ ｡✩ ₊˚｡🧸The Other Charles

Charles LecLerc x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: You’re dating a totally normal guy — Charles, the sweet, lowkey, not-famous type. But because his Instagram handle is @Charles_L, fans mistakenly believe you’re dating Charles Leclerc. You think it’ll blow over… but Charles? He leans in. Comments, likes, even subtle story reactions. For fun. For the bit. Until the bit… stops being a bit.

୨ৎ Genre: SMAU, slight cursing, chaotic and messy, slight angst?, breakup but not between you and charles

୨ৎ Face claim: Dove Cameron and other pinterest girlies

୨ৎ Note: Send request y'all, they're always open. There are some grammatical error, like always this is not proofread. Hope you enjoyed tho!

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js.me

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js.me Black cat gf and Golden retriever bf irl?

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username IS THAT CHARLES LECLERC?

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Chats between Y/n and her Girlie

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js.me

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js.me what’s it like dating an F1 driver? wouldn’t know 😌

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Charles_Leclerc you sure?

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js.me YOU’RE NOT HELPING‼️

username his comment reads like someone who absolutely is her boyfriend

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The Charles situation was supposed to be a joke.

A funny little accident. A mistaken identity. A one-off comment under your post that spiraled into a thousand fan theories, memes, edits. You laughed about it, once. So did he.

But over the last few months… it never stopped.

He kept commenting. Kept messaging. Kept checking in.

He never crossed a line—never flirty, never disrespectful. Just consistent, almost warm. Like he was someone who actually wanted to be in your life.

And maybe that’s what made it worse.

Because now?

Your boyfriend isn’t laughing anymore.

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username HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN 👑 hope Charles gave you a Ferrari as a gift 🏎️

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js.me TYSM CHARLIE💋

username happy birthday y/n!! thank you for being the main character in this chaotic romcom we’re all watching unfold

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Months had passed since the breakup, and you had quietly disappeared from the internet. No posts, no stories, no trace of the person who once laughed through captions and comment sections.

The silence was intentional, but heavy. One night, a message popped up—unexpected, gentle. It was Charles.

Not flirty, not playful like before, just simple: “Hey. Just noticed you haven’t been around. I hope you’re okay.” And for some reason, that was the message that broke you a little.

You told him everything. About the breakup. About how your boyfriend left because he saw something forming between you and Charles that you hadn’t even admitted to yourself.

How it wasn’t Charles’ fault, but still, somehow, he had become a piece of the space between you and someone you once loved.

You expected him to pull away after that, to retreat from the weight of it all—but instead, Charles just replied: “I’m still here. Not as a joke. Not for the internet. Just… if you ever want to talk. Or not talk. Whatever you need.” It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t romantic. It was soft. And in the quiet, it felt like the first real breath you’d taken in weeks.

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A year and a half passed. It didn’t happen all at once. There was no grand confession, no dramatic kiss in the rain. Just time. Gentle, steady, healing time.

Charles stayed.

He messaged you when your posts came back, slowly, like a sunrise peeking through a long storm. He checked in after races. Sent photos of ridiculous coffee foam art. Shared the kind of silly, quiet parts of life that made you feel like maybe you weren’t just someone he stumbled into online — but someone he chose to stay with.

And over time, his messages turned into calls. Calls turned into visits. And eventually, he stopped asking if he was bothering you.

He just came. He just was there.

He never rushed you. Never asked for anything in return. But somewhere between the midnight drives through Monaco and the mornings you spent laughing into takeout boxes on your couch, you realized — he was courting you.

Not in the flashy, public way people expected from someone like him. But in the way he remembered how you took your tea. The way he waited in silence when your thoughts were too heavy to speak. The way he never brought up your past unless you did.

So when it finally happened — when he looked at you one evening, hands warm in yours, and said, “I don’t want to be almost or maybe anymore” — the only thing you could do was smile, and nod, and say, “Okay.”

And just like that, the internet’s favorite delusion became something real.

Not for likes. Not for comments. But for you.

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──★ ｡⋆.˚💋⋆ D N S

Carlos Sainz x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: Carlos Sainz didn’t start the Austria GP, and the frustration simmered beneath the surface. He didn’t say much—he let it all out the only way he knew how… with you.

୨ৎ Genre: Smut, MDNI!!! 18+ content, rough sex, kinda aggressive, built up tension, semi- public, degrading, curse, unprotected sex, creampies, (p and v penetration), getting kinda comfortable writing smut so yeah…

୨ৎ Note: Send requests guys!! Hope you enjoy this, there are some grammatical errors and obviously this is not proofred :P

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You were in the Williams garage when you heard it. James’ voice crackled through the radio—short, clipped, disappointed. "It’s over. Shut it off.."

Carlos didn’t argue.No start. No redemption. Just another DNF—except this time, he never even made it to the grid.

You watched from behind the glass as he stepped out of the car, jaw locked, hands trembling slightly as he yanked his gloves off, threw them, then ripped off his balaclava like it burned. He didn’t look at anyone. Not his team, not the cameras.

But then his eyes found yours.

It was only a second.But that was enough.

He was on you before you could say a word—gear half undone, still fuming, all heat and tension and unspoken things.

“Come,” he muttered, low and rough.

You didn’t ask questions. Just nodded, taking off the headset— setting it aside as he took your hand, almost too tight, and practically dragged you out of the garage. Neither of you cared who saw.

He didn’t stop until you were in the Williams hospitality suite, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound echoed.

His mouth was on yours before you could speak—urgent, consuming, like kissing was the only way he knew how to breathe. There were no words. Just pressure. Frustration. Fire.

You didn’t fight it—you couldn’t. Not when his hands gripped your waist like you were the only thing tethering him to this world.

“Do you have any idea what it feels like?” he growled against your lips, voice low, venomous with restraint. “To be wired to go—and then told it’s over before it even begins?”

You tried to answer, but he didn’t let you. His mouth was back on yours—biting this time. Desperate. His fingers were already tearing at your clothes, rough and fevered like he resented every second you'd made him wait.

There was no teasing. No build-up. Just need.

And then—he stopped. Just for a second.

Carlos stepped back, chest heaving, eyes burning into yours. He undid the zipper of his suit slowly—not rushed, not frantic. Intentional. Controlled.

Like he wanted you to feel small beneath the weight of him.

The blue peeled from his body, race suit following, until nothing stood between his fury and your submission.

When the last layer hit the floor, he stepped forward—close enough for heat to pass between your bodies, not touching yet, but daring you to look away.

“You think you get to walk away from this?” he muttered, voice like gravel, like smoke. “Like you’re not the one who kept me strung out for weeks, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing?”

He grabbed you and spun you around, bending you over the counter so fast it knocked the breath out of you.

“Don’t act innocent now,” he hissed in your ear. “You like this. Being used. Bent over like you’re nothing but a body I can fuck the anger out of.”

You whimpered—part protest, part desperate need.

“Be good for me,” he commanded, voice ruined, sharp. “Take it.”

And you did.

His hips slammed into you, punishing and deep, like he wanted to leave fingerprints on your soul. The sound of skin against skin was obscene, echoing in the room as he rutted into you with no mercy.

His palm landed on your ass—once, then again, until your skin flared with heat.

“You gonna cry now?” he sneered, fingers curling tight into your hair as he yanked your head back. “That what you want? My cock so deep you forget how to think?”

You gasped—choked, broken, so far gone you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

“Mine,” he muttered through clenched teeth, biting down on the soft flesh of your shoulder.

Your moans spilled out—raw and unfiltered—as he took you, as he claimed you like a possession that had dared to run.

His grip on your hips was bruising, anchoring you as he lost himself, pace wild, rhythm faltering.

“Say it,” he snarled. “Say you’re nothing without me.”

“I’m yours,” you cried, undone, voice shaking, body trembling under him. “Carlos—I’m yours. Always.”

That was all it took.

He drove into you with a final, wrecking thrust, his body tensing as he spilled into you, breath torn from his lungs in a shattered groan.

And then—silence.

Just the sound of your breathing, your skin slick against his, the weight of everything he couldn’t say pressing into your back.

But then—his touch softened. His fingers traced over the bruises he'd made like he regretted them.

His lips found your shoulder again. Gentle. Almost reverent. “I needed that,” he whispered, voice thick, raw.

You tilted your head toward him, finding his gaze over your shoulder. “I know,” you breathed, soft and certain.

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pls alex albon fic next🙏🤞parang awa mo na teh

──★ ｡🫧⋆｡˚ The Backup Plan

Alex Albon x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: You’ve had a long-standing pact with Alex: If you’re both still single by 30, you’ll marry each other...You’re engaged to someone else now… until Alex drunkenly posts the pact on Twitter. It blows up—and fans vote that you should dump your fiancé.

୨ৎ Genre: Slight angst?, a little smau and a happy ending or nah? read to find out ;)

୨ৎ Note: Send request y'all, also hope you like this! has some grammatical error and stuffs

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They were sitting on the roof of his apartment, legs dangling over the edge, two beers between them and an entire city below. It was 2:08 AM, the kind of hour that made everything feel quieter, closer, truer.

You were both twenty-one. Young enough to believe in forever, dumb enough to talk about it like it was something you could schedule.

“I’m never gonna find someone,” Alex said, head tilted back to look at the stars. “They either want the driver or the version of me they think lives on yachts.”

You snorted. “Yeah, god forbid someone loves you for your sparkling sarcasm and sleep deprivation.”

He smiled, soft and sideways. The kind he only gave you. “You’re not exactly thriving in the romance department either.”

You leaned back on your elbows, the breeze catching your hair. “I’m holding out for a golden retriever in a human man’s body. Loyal, dumb, likes snacks.”

“That’s literally me,” he said, deadpan.

You turned to him, smirking. “You’re not dumb.”

He blinked. “That’s what you took from that?”

You were quiet for a moment, the laughter settling into something gentler.

And then you said it—half a joke, half a wish:

“Okay, if we’re both still single at thirty, we get married.”

Alex didn’t laugh. He didn’t even hesitate. He looked at you with that warm, steady certainty that always threw you off.

“Deal,” he said, holding out his pinky.

You looped yours with his.

“We’ll probably forget we even said this.”

But deep down, you knew you wouldn’t.

Neither of you ever did.

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Years slipped through your fingers like sand—quiet, unnoticed, until they weren’t. Now, at twenty-eight, you and Alex were two almost-strangers orbiting around what used to be everything. Birthdays, wins, late-night calls—once sacred little rituals—were now reduced to muted texts and empty-hearted “miss you’s.”

The milestones still came. But they came alone.

The big 3-0 was creeping up now—no longer a distant joke or a silly pact sealed on a rooftop, but a deadline that loomed like a memory you hadn’t made peace with. It sat in the corners of your thoughts, like dust you kept forgetting to clean.

Only this time, something was different.

You were engaged.

To someone steady. Kind. Good. To someone who wasn’t him.

And for the first time since that night on the roof, the deal—the pinky promise you once held like a lifeline—felt like something you had quietly buried in the past. Not because you forgot.

But because remembering it hurt.

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The proposal had been perfect.

A quiet dinner. Your favorite restaurant. Warm lights, soft music, a ring that sparkled in just the right way. He’d gotten down on one knee and asked, and you’d said yes with a smile that felt real.

It was real. But it wasn’t whole.

Because the first person you wanted to tell—the one person who would’ve rolled his eyes and said “finally, someone’s dumb enough to marry you”—wasn’t there. Not in your inbox. Not in your messages. Not even in your life the way he used to be.

You sent him a picture of the ring anyway.

No caption. Just that. He didn’t reply.

And maybe that should’ve been enough for you to let it go. To finally move forward with both feet planted where they should be.

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Two months later—on a regular Tuesday, when the sky was gray and your phone was face-down—he tweeted it.

Your eyes widened instantly as you red between his tweet— Your breath caught without permission.

And that feeling—the one you'd spent months, maybe years, trying to bury—rose fast and vicious in your chest. That familiar tightness. That ache between your ribs. The one that only ever belonged to him.

Confusion hit first. Then came the anger.

What was he thinking? why now? why publicly?

And then came the other realization.

Why do i care so much?

Because everything was different now. You had a ring on your finger. A man who loved you. A wedding date marked in ink.

You were getting married.

Just not to the boy who once pinky-promised you forever at 2:08 a.m.

And that’s the problem.

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You didn’t hear him come in.

You were still sitting on the couch, phone limp in your hand, the tweet burned into your retinas like some kind of confession you hadn’t meant to write—but somehow belonged to you anyway.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up. He was standing in the doorway, coat still on, holding a takeout bag and a look that made your stomach twist.

You swallowed. “Hey. You’re back early.”

He didn’t answer at first. Just walked in slowly, set the food on the counter, and stared at you in that quiet way he always did when he was thinking too hard and trying too hard not to show it.

“You’re trending,” he said.

Just like that.

You opened your mouth, but there was nothing ready to come out. Not an excuse. Not an explanation. Nothing that could make this better.

He sat across from you. No anger. No raised voice. Just… restraint.

“That tweet,” he said softly. “The one about the marriage pact.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s nothing.”

He let out a breath. It wasn’t a laugh. It wasn’t a scoff. It was disappointment, paper-thin and sharp.

“Do you love him?”

Your heart stuttered.

“No,” you said too quickly. “I mean—not like that. Not now. I don’t—”

“But you did.”

Silence.

He nodded, slow and defeated, like the answer had already been written in every pause, every time you’d flinched at Alex’s name, every time you smiled too softly at an old memory.

“I know I’m not him,” he added, barely above a whisper.

And the worst part was—you didn’t even know if that was meant to comfort you or remind you.

“I’m trying, Y/N,” he said. “I’ve been trying. But I feel like I’m holding a place someone else still owns.”

The room felt small. The air too still.

“I chose you,” you whispered. “I said yes.”

“But have you let him go?”

And that was the question, wasn’t it?

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are u filo? 😻 i was js reading your fic and realized the fc was liza and kath was in the comments !! if u are thats so cool reading a fic from a fellow filo ‼️🇵🇭🫡

YESSSS, shout out to other filo authors and readers there😋😋 ILYS SA MGA FILIPINO JAAN!🫵🏻 also send requests guys i am running out of ideas😭

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──★ ｡𖦹˙🍓 ̟ Enemies Online, Lovers Offline?

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: You and Lando Norris hate each other. At least, that’s what it looks like online—

୨ৎ Genre: A little SMAU, Enemies with benefits, Smut

୨ৎ Note: Please don’t judge my smut, haven’t written that for like months now i think? Explicit content / 18+ (spicy smut scenes), Language, Fake hate, real sexual tension, Hotel room hookups, Light dom!Lando energy

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He pinned you against the door before you could even breathe, his hands gripping your hips like he was trying not to lose his grip on reality. “You always run that mouth on no?,” he growled, lips brushing your jaw, “but the second I get you alone—what, suddenly you’ve got nothing to say?”

You rolled your eyes even as your body melted into his. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” His teeth grazed your throat. “Then why are you so wet for me right now?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. His hand was already sliding beneath your skirt, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down like he owned you. You gasped when his thumb pressed against your clit—teasing, slow, confident.

“Still talking?” he muttered, voice low and dangerous.

“You’re a cocky—”

He cut you off with a bruising kiss, swallowing your insult like he was starving for it. He pulled back just long enough to murmur, “Take your clothes off.”

“Make me.”

That smirk. That goddamn, unbearable smirk.

He lifted you effortlessly and threw you onto the bed. You bounced once, laughing breathlessly before he climbed over you, ripping your top off like it was holding him back from something vital.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your chest. “Laid out. Mouthy. Mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you bit, even as your legs parted for him automatically.

“No?” He pushed inside you in one smooth, devastating thrust—deep, slow, filling. You choked on your own breath.

“Say it again,” he said through clenched teeth, gripping your thighs and grinding into you harder. “Tell me you’re not mine while I fuck you like this.”

You didn’t say it again. You couldn’t. Not when he was rolling his hips into yours like he knew exactly where to hit, not when your nails were digging into his back, not when every moan that left your throat made him groan against your skin.

Lando leaned in, forehead against yours, breath ragged.

“You act like you hate me,” he rasped, pace brutal now. “But no one fucks you like I do, do they?”

You whimpered—high and desperate, your entire body trembling as your release built too quickly to stop.

He felt it.

“Come for me,” he said, voice rough, hips snapping harder. “Come so loud they’ll know exactly who shuts you up.”

And you did.

It hit like a wave, like fire, like heat and hate and something terrifyingly close to love. You came with a gasp, your walls clenching around him, dragging him over the edge just seconds later.

He groaned into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he collapsed beside you, his arm immediately flinging across your waist like instinct. Like he was supposed to be there.

You were still catching your breath, cheeks flushed, heartbeat matching the lazy rise and fall of his chest against your side.

“…You’re really annoying, you know that?” you mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

He didn’t answer right away—just nuzzled his face into your shoulder with a smug hum. “And yet here you are. Wrecked. Speechless. Obsessed.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched.

“Obsessed?” you snorted. “I literally hate you.”

“You say that,” he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone, “but you’re the one clinging to me like a koala.”

“I am not—” You glanced down. You were very much wrapped around him. Legs tangled. His hoodie half on your body. His fingers tracing patterns on your back.

“…Shut up.”

He grinned, boyish and soft, like he couldn’t help it. “You shut up.”

Silence fell for a moment. But it wasn’t tense. It was glowing. Comfortable. Then he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It was nothing. It was everything.

“I like when you’re like this,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

You blinked. “Like what?”

He paused.

“Real.”

Your stomach fluttered, but you masked it with a scoff. “Ew. Don’t get sentimental on me, Norris.”

“Too late.”

He turned toward you fully now, his hand finding yours under the blanket. No sarcasm. No teasing. Just… him.

Warm. Gentle. Familiar.

You hated how safe it felt.
You also kind of loved it.

“You still suck,” you muttered, your voice softer now.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, eyes full of something way too sincere for someone you supposedly hated.

“I know,” he said. “But I’m your problem now.”

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──★ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ Love Triangle, Monaco Edition

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Arthur Leclerc

୨ৎ Summary: Two brothers. One girl. And a chaotic comment section

୨ৎ Genre: SMAU

୨ৎ Notes: Some grammatical error and google translated french, hope you enjoy guys!

୨ৎ Fc: Beabadoobee & Random Pinterest Girlies

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Missgirl_ Tea anyone?

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Very poetic of you, Arthur. Is this a sunset or a love confession? 👀

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──★‧₊˚🖇️✩ MY DADDY!

Max Verstappen x Family

୨ৎ Summary: During a race weekend, Max shares a quick thank-you hug with the event organizer’s child. But their own toddler sees it—and instantly gets upset.

୨ৎ Genre: Cute and Adorable

୨ৎ Note: Doing some fluff cuz i write angsty stuff all the time. There are some grammatical errors, google translated dutch and this is also not proofread but hope y’all enjoy.

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The paddock was alive with noise—mechanics rushing, cameras flashing, fans cheering from behind the barriers. It was just another race weekend, buzzing with excitement and chaos.

Amongst it all, there walked Max, along with Y/n and their daughter lily—who was holding onto his hands while the other held a small stuffed toy that he had recently bought her and was now her current favorite toy to bring.

The camera soon turned all their attention on them— capturing the small yet warm moment between the three.

Lily glanced around, her wide eyes meeting the curious stares surrounding them. Instead of shying away, she beamed a gentle smile and gave a cheerful wave with her tiny hands, still clutching her favorite toy. When she noticed a camera nearby, she tilted her head and smiled a little brighter, as if offering a quiet hello to whoever might be watching.

Max and Y/n shared a look of fondness as they saw the cute interaction. Grinning widely at their daughter’s antics.

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Once they arrived at the Redbull hospitality, Lily was quick to rush towards to plop down at the couch, struggling slightly from the height.

“Want me to help you out baby?” Max spoke, his tone gentle like he always was with her. Not the serious and assertive one he always had on camera. No. It was something he reserved only for the two of you.

Lily shook her head. Determined. “No papa, I could do it”

You smiled from ear to ear as you crouched down besides her level. "Sure you don't want any help schatje?"

She stopped mid way and sighed deeply— as if gathering all her strength for one big moment—Her eyes glint with pure determination, trying once more to climb the couch.

Max stood there watching, a wide grin plastered on his face, as Lily successfully climbed onto the couch all on her own.

"See mama, told you i don't need help" she spoke— her tone laced with pride, the kind she inherited straight from Max.

He chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched her triumph. "That’s my girl," he said proudly. "A true Verstappen—stubborn, fearless, and always finishing what she starts."

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Later that afternoon, Max was showing Lily around, pointing out cars and waving at familiar faces in the paddock, when one of the organizers approached, a friendly smile on his face and a young boy trailing beside him.

"Max! Hope we’re not interrupting," the man said warmly. "Thought I’d introduce my son—he’s a big fan."

Lily peeked up from behind Max’s leg, clutching her toy. The boy, a little older than her, gave a shy wave.

She looked back at him but not with the same energy. A flash of predatory gaze lingered on the poor boy.

Max laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, lily isn't usually like this."

"No it's fine, he can get a little bit shy too." The man said, waving off his hands assuringly.

The organizer smiled warmly. “Actually, Noah really wanted to take a picture with you, is that okay?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up.

Max chuckled, nodding. “It’s nice to know he’s a fan at such a young age—guess the racing bug really starts early.”

He gently took the phone from the organizer’s hands and crouched down beside Noah, wrapping an arm around him in a one-sided hug as he snapped the picture.

From the side, Lily stared with pure hurt. Her once cheeky smile turned into a scowl almost instantly. Without a thought she plunged forward and lightly pushed the kid.

"My Daddy!" she yelled, eyes blazing with jealousy.

Max’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard. He quickly stepped between Lily and his son.

“Lily, what was that for?” Max asked gently, then glanced back over his shoulder at the boy, who looked startled but unharmed.

Max turned back to the organizer, an apologetic smile tugging at his lips. “I’m really sorry, she isn’t usually like this—I don’t know what came over her.”

The organizer gave a reassuring nod, kneeling down beside his son. “It’s alright. Kids will be kids. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

He looked back at Lily, then Max, with a patient smile. “If anything, it just shows how much she cares. Sounds like she’s a true Verstappen—fierce, determined, and not afraid to stand her ground, just like her dad.”

Max let out a dry chuckle, waving goodbye to the organizer after apologizing once more before they leave.

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He then gently took Lily’s hand and led her to a quieter spot away from the crowd. Crouching down so he was eye-level with her, he gave her a look that was both serious and soft.

“Lily,” he began, his voice calm but firm, “you can’t push people, even if you’re upset. That’s not how we show our feelings, okay?”

Lily huffed, arms crossing tight over her chest. “But he was trying to take you,” she said, her lower lip jutting out. “You’re my papa.”

Max sighed, trying to hide a smile. “I am your papa. And I always will be. But hugging someone or taking a picture doesn’t mean I’m not yours anymore.”

She looked away, grumbling under her breath, “Still looked like it.”

Max gently touched her chin to bring her gaze back to him. “It’s okay to feel jealous, but you have to use your words, not your hands. Got it?”

Lily’s shoulders slumped just a little. “Okay…” she mumbled, then added more clearly, “I’m sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean to be mean. I was just mad.”

Max’s face softened completely. He pulled her into a hug. “I know, Lil. And thank you for saying sorry. That’s really brave of you.”

She hugged him tightly, then leaned back and gave him a dead-serious look. “But he still can’t have you.”

Max blinked. “Oh?”

Lily nodded firmly. “Only I can hug you. ‘Cause I’m the boss.”

Max laughed, standing up as he ruffled her hair. “Yes, ma’am. Boss of me it is.”

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──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! Healed Girls Don’t Text Back

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader

୨ৎ Summary: He thought she cheated, so he walked away. She didn’t fight it—didn’t beg, didn’t explain.

୨ৎ Genre: SMAU, mentions of cheating, no hate on charles tho

୨ৎ Fc: Kendall Jenner and other Pinterest Girlies

୨ৎ Note: There are some grammatical errors in here so enjoyyy

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˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞. ➛ Right Person, Wrong Time

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: The story of how they fell apart, found themselves, and came back together stronger than ever—this time, for good.

୨ৎ Genre: Little Angsty but with a happy ending!

୨ৎ Note: Some grammatical errors, this also not proofread. Hope y’all enjoyyy!!

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Oscar and Y/n have been inseparable since the very beginning—their moms were best friends long before they were even born, laying the foundation for a bond that felt written in the stars.

Their lives grew tangled in all the right ways, shaping each other in quiet, everyday moments. Oscar wouldn't be who he is without his Y/n, and the same goes for her. What they had felt like it was lifted straight from a fairytale—but not the perfect, polished kind. It was the kind with scraped knees, shared secrets, and laughter over nothing. Two innocent kids who didn’t realize that all those little moments were slowly leading them to something bigger. To love. The kind that felt inevitable.

It was like they were fated to be each others company.

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When Oscar started racing, Y/n was alongside him— cheering him on in the sidelines. Always proud to see him reach for the sky and landing the dream he longed for.

You were beyond happy when his talents were discovered— his reputation sky rocketed in an instant. With each milestones that Oscar gained you were always there— giving him nothing but endless love and support.

But they say the good cannot coexist without the bad.

Like every story touched by magic, there’s always a storm that follows the calm. You just never expect it to hit as hard as it does. One moment, everything feels untouched, golden—and then suddenly, it doesn’t. The silence gets louder. The distance creeps in. And before you know it, you're left standing in the wreckage, wondering how something so good could break so quietly. Wondering if you ever really mattered in the way you thought you did. Questioning your place in his world, like maybe you were just passing through—while he was your entire map.

It broke you in ways you didn’t know were possible—to watch something so carefully built fall apart without warning. Years of shared memories, inside jokes, and quiet trust, all crumbling under the weight of unspoken words and arguments that never really had a point. It wasn’t one big moment, just a slow unraveling. And that’s what hurt the most. Not the shouting, not the silence—but the way it ended like it meant nothing, when to you, it meant everything.

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Years have gone by, You were living… but were you really? Or were you just existing, moving through the days with a version of yourself that never fully came back after him? Because some goodbyes don’t echo right away—they linger, quietly, in the spaces where love used to live.

You were there present times but your mind just wonders back to the past. A past you swore you moved on from.

Whenever you scroll through your phone— headlines of him passes by... just like the memories you locked up. Clouding your mind with endless possibilities of what should have been and shouldn't have.

Seeing him happy and fine without you was tearing you apart.

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Days later, your friend begged you to come with her to a Formula 1 event. You said no at first—too many memories, too much risk of running into him. The thought alone made your chest tighten. But she insisted, said you needed a change of scenery, something to pull you out of your head.

So there you were, standing beside her in a dress that hugged you just right, the kind you wouldn’t normally wear. The wind danced through your hair, engines roared in the distance, and for a moment, you almost forgot why your heart felt so heavy. Almost. Because even in a crowd that big, part of you was still scanning for the one face you weren’t ready to see—but couldn’t stop hoping you would.

"Are you having fun y/n/n?" Your friend asked, smiling as she examined your tensed features.

You nodded lightly, contemplating whether or not to share your fleeting feelings with her.

She hummed in response as she took a sip on her drink, paying no mind at your not so obvious anxious state.

After a while, the drivers began to roll in, the announcer's voice echoing as each name was called. Cameras zoomed in on each passing figure, but your world slowed down, your heart skipping when they finally called his name. Time seemed to freeze as the crowd cheered, and for a moment, it was like everything else disappeared. All you could hear was the rush of your own heartbeat, the echo of his name ringing in your ears.

You looked away immediately as soon as you took a glance at him. The growing feeling in your heart becoming heavier as you saw a glimpse.

Oscar smiled across the room, unbeknownst to him that you were only a mere meters away from him.

Your eyes couldn’t help but follow him, even when you didn’t want to. You saw how effortlessly happy he was, laughing and smiling with everyone around him. That smile—one you once knew so well—was the same one you had watched fade away when things between you two fell apart.

And then it came—the moment you’d been dreading all night. His eyes finally met yours, and with every passing second, his grin slowly shifted into a frown as your gaze locked.

You looked away, not wanting to feel the heavy pain that came with his eyes. The weight in your chest felt like it might suffocate you, but you fought it off, pushing back the ache. Your focus shifted to something—anything else. The crowd, the noise, the cars racing in the distance—but it was all just background noise now, like everything was happening in slow motion.

For a moment, you thought maybe you'd escape the hurt, but then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned, almost startled, to find your friend watching you closely. She knew you too well. "You good?" she asked, her voice soft but firm, like she already knew the answer.

You nodded almost instantly. The beat on your heart not resting. "I uhm i am just.. tired yeah tired." You quipped back.

She looked at you knowingly, her eyes catching the tension in your face—your brows knitted together, your chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, and the slight crack in your voice. It was a habit you had whenever stress hit, and she’d seen it enough times to recognize it instantly.

"Want to go home now?" she asked softly, her voice gentle but carrying the weight of everything unsaid.

You didn’t even hesitate. The weight of the night, the memories, and the sudden rush of emotions all became too much to bear. You nodded, your throat tight as you forced a small, thankful smile.

"Yeah," you whispered, "I think I do."

She didn’t ask anything more, just nodded in understanding, guiding you away from the noise and toward the exit. As you walked, it felt like you were shedding a part of yourself with every step—walking away from a past that had once meant everything to you.

His gaze followed you until you were swallowed by the crowd, the space between you growing wider with each step. He stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do with the flood of emotions that suddenly hit him. There was a tightness in his chest, an ache he couldn’t shake. He had always been able to read you—knew when something was wrong, even before you said a word—but now, seeing you walk away like that, he felt a sense of helplessness.

He wanted to run after you, to apologize, to fix whatever had broken between you, but the thought of reaching out only felt like a step too late. The moment passed, and all he could do was watch, his heart heavy with regret, as you disappeared into the night.

...

The next morning you woke up like normal— did your usual morning routine but with an unexpected bombarding text from none other than him.

Your hands seem to shake as you reached down to open your phone. You were scared to read what it contained— hesitantly you opened his text.

Oscar [3:43 AM]: i know im probably the last person u wanna hear from right now but i can’t stop thinking about u i saw u today. u looked beautiful. like always. and it hit me all over again i messed up. i know that i was stupid, and i let u walk away without saying what i needed to say can we meet? please just talk. just once i’m sorry y/n. for everything.

You stared at your phone, the screen glowing in the room. His name sat at the top of the message, your heart pounding harder with each word you read. A part of you wanted to cry. Another part wanted to scream. And somewhere deep down, beneath all the hurt, was a quiet voice that still missed him.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, the words forming in your head but never making it to the screen. You locked your phone instead, tossing it gently onto the bed like it might burn you if you held on too long.

You needed time to breathe. To think. Because the wound was still there, barely healing—and reopening it now felt like risking everything all over again.

...

It had been three days since the message. Three days of pacing, rereading, overthinking. But in the end, something in you gave in—not because you were ready, but because a part of you still needed closure. Or maybe hope.

You agreed to meet at a quiet café tucked away from the buzz of the city, the kind of place no one would recognize either of you. You sat by the window, fingers curled around a warm cup, trying to steady your nerves as the minutes ticked by.

Then the door opened.

You didn’t need to look up to know it was him. You felt it—the shift in the air, the way your heartbeat quickened without warning. And when you finally did glance up, there he was. A little tired, a little messy, like sleep hadn’t come easy. But his eyes locked onto yours like they never forgot the way back.

He walked over slowly, uncertain. “Hey,” he said, voice low.

You gave a small nod, unsure of what to say, unsure if anything could ever really fix what had been broken—but you were here. And so was he. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to start with.

He slid into the seat across from you, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read the time that passed between you. You sat in silence for a few seconds, the quiet louder than it should’ve been.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said, voice a little hoarse.

You shrugged, keeping your gaze steady. “Neither did I.”

He gave a dry chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was drunk when I sent that. But… everything I said—I meant it.”

You looked down at your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the cup. “You always seem to mean things too late, Oscar.”

That stung. You saw it in the way he looked down, his jaw tightening. “I know. I know I hurt you. I was stupid, and I let everything fall apart like it didn’t matter. But it did. You mattered. You still do.”

Your heart twisted. God, part of you wanted to believe him. To rewind everything. But the other part? The one that carried the weight of every sleepless night, every moment you felt like a ghost in his world—that part kept you grounded.

“I’m not here because I forgot what happened,” you said softly. “I’m here because I don’t want to wonder anymore. I need to know if there’s something still worth holding onto… or if I should finally let it all go.”

He leaned forward, eyes pleading. “Then let me prove it. I don’t want to be the storm that ruined you. I want to be the calm after it.”

You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at him, really looked at him—and for the first time in a long while, he looked like he meant it.

You let his words hang in the air for a while, unsure if the ache in your chest came from hearing what you’d always wanted—or fearing it wasn’t enough anymore.

“I don’t know if I can go back to how things were,” you finally said, voice barely above a whisper. “Too much has changed. I’ve changed.”

He nodded, his expression gentle but weighed down with guilt. “I don’t want to go back. I want to start from where we are now. Even if it’s slow. Even if you’re unsure. I just… want a chance.”

You looked at him again—really looked. He wasn’t the boy you grew up with, or the one who broke your heart. He was someone in between now. Bruised by life. Regretful. Human.

You exhaled, your chest rising and falling with a strange mix of relief and sadness. “Then don’t say things you don’t plan to follow through with this time.”

“I won’t,” he said quickly, earnestly. “Not again.”

For the first time that evening, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Not out of happiness, not quite—but out of possibility.

“Okay,” you said softly. “One step at a time.”

He smiled, just a little. And this time, it didn’t feel like a distant memory—it felt like something new.

...

Six months later

It didn’t happen overnight.

There were awkward silences, hesitant conversations, and days when the past felt heavier than the present. But there was effort—real, intentional effort. Oscar showed up. Consistently. Whether it was texts just to check in, coffee left at your door, or quiet walks where no one needed to say much—he was there.

You started laughing again. The real kind. The one that filled a room without trying.

He learned how to be patient. You learned how to forgive—not just him, but yourself too.

There were no grand gestures or movie-worthy speeches. Just small, honest moments stitched together over time. A touch on your hand that lingered a little longer. A shared memory that no longer hurt to revisit. A night spent talking about everything and nothing until you both fell asleep on the couch.

And one morning, as sunlight spilled through the window and your head rested on his chest, you realized something.

You were happy.

Not the naïve kind of happy you once were, but the quiet, steady kind that came after the storm. The kind that knew what it was like to lose—and chose, day after day, to stay anyway.

He looked down at you, brushing your hair back gently. “You know,” he whispered, “I think we’re finally okay.”

You smiled, fingers tracing lazy shapes along his arm. “Yeah,” you whispered back, eyes fluttering shut. “We are.”

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the ending you both deserved—no longer a fairytale, but something even better.

Something real.

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One Year Later.

The entire weekend had built up to this moment. The pressure, the anticipation, the sweat. But when the checkered flag waved and the world seemed to slow down, it didn’t matter anymore.

Oscar had done it.

P1.

The crowd was roaring, the team was shouting, and the pit crew was cheering as if the whole world had exploded in celebration. But amidst all of that, Oscar wasn’t looking at any of them.

He was looking for you.

He tore off his helmet, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He wasn’t interested in the reporters or the flashing cameras. His eyes were on the one person who had been there from the very beginning.

You.

The moment his gaze locked onto yours, he broke free from the chaos. Pushing past everyone, he sprinted across the track, his heart racing as fast as his car had. The cheers of the crowd faded into the background, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his feet on the pavement, and the thudding of his heart.

When he finally reached you, there was no hesitation. His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you into him as if he couldn’t bear the thought of being apart, even for another second.

And then, without a word, he kissed you.

It was a kiss that was years in the making—fueled by everything you’d been through, every moment of doubt, every argument, every quiet night spent holding onto each other in the aftermath of pain. But this kiss wasn’t about the past. It was about the future. About all the promises you’d made to one another in whispers and in silence.

He kissed you like he had just won everything that mattered.

“I did it,” he breathed, forehead pressed against yours as he pulled back, still holding you close. “We did it.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, still trying to process the reality of what had just happened. “You’re incredible,” you whispered.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “You were always here, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

The crowd was still cheering, the cameras flashing, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, standing there on the track, the rest of the world waiting for the celebration.

But to Oscar, this moment—this kiss, this feeling—was the victory that mattered most.

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⋆˚🍙₊✧ ➛The Nail Polish Incident

Formula 1 Drivers x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: Based off this tiktok trend

୨ৎ Includes: Yuki Tsunoda, Lando Norris, Alex Albon, George Russle, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc.

୨ৎ Genre: Light swearing but mostly none

୨ৎ Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is not proofread. Hope y’all enjoy!

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YUKI TSUNODA

⤿ Explosively jealous, not hiding it.

You walked closer and sat down infront of him— showing him your new nail set. "You like?"

He gently placed your hand in his and was in awe. "Baby it's wonderful, you look good in it, it's just— wow."

Your smiled widen from his compliment, blushing a little. "Thanks, Max chose this design and i just went with it."

His smile slowly turned into a frown, hearing Max's name. "W-what?" He said almost confuse.

I shrugged, "I asked him earlier and said that I looked god in this set—", "So you got what he wanted?" Yuki said interrupting you, his voice low.

I hummed and admired the nails more. Yuki looked at you with utter disbelief. "Now that i look at it, i don't think it's good."

You looked at him in shock. "You said it was amazing on me."

"Not before you said Max picked it. You should've asked me instead." he quipped, the tone in his voice shifting from in awe to jealousy.

Yuki glared back at you then to your nails. "Yeah it doesn't suit you at all. How about this one. The one i'll pick." he said— grabbing his phone and scrolling down pinterest.

For a good hour he just sat in bed— on his phone and just finding endlessly on pinterest. Determined to find a new nail set that would suit you whilst sulking in the corner.

LANDO NORRIS

⤿ Passive aggressive but trying to joke it off.

"So, you're saying Carlos picked that out?" he asked chuckling.

You nodded still looking at your new nail set. "He wanted it and so i got it."

Lando chuckled again. "Do you hear yourself mate."

"What, i was just being nice." You shrugged.

"He wanted it." He joked his voice laced with 'are you serious' tone.

Lando at first tried to ignore it and just continued to laugh it off but the more he stares the more it just looks vividly like Carlos.

"You know what, it's starting to grow on me." He said flatly.

You looked back at him, eyes filled with skepticism. "Really?"

Lando hums in response. "Yeah— i mean if you love ugly nails then i am cool with it because Carlos wanted it, right?"

You lightly slapped his chest, earning a soft groan from him. "What i was just being nice." he said mockingly.

"I am sorry okay? if you like it then i like it" Lando spoke— grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer.

You hugged him back and leaned into his chest. "Quick thought, Do you think Carlos wanted this hug too?"

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away and walked off not before yelling at him. "You're such an ass."

Lando stood there laughing by himself trying to mask his real emotion.

ALEX ALBON

⤿ Playfully chill, a little side-eye though.

"Yeah, Oscar helped picked it." You said, your eyes fixated on your nails.

Alex glared at you, his facial expression pulled into a look of uncertainty. Not knowing what or how to even react.

"Well it is pretty baby." he said, still unsure.

You hummed in response then smiled at him. Alex then softly placed your hand on his— examining the design.

He looked at it in every possible angle, his eyes blazed with both adoration and something he wasn't sure what to call.

"What's wrong hon?"

Alex looked at you then back to your hand. "Nothing it's just pretty."

"You could've asked me too but it's fine. If you like it that much." he said, his tone soft and gentle.

For the whole Afternoon Alex kept glancing down you're nails every time he gets. His eyes lingering longer than needed— his face scowling every time.

GEORGE RUSSLE

⤿ Polite on the outside, deeply suspicious inside.

George raised his eyebrow as he continued looking at you're nails. "So you're telling me that Lando picked this?... Well that's an unconventional choice..."

"You don't like it?" you asked, looking at him with a slight pout on your lips.

"No no i like it, it's beautiful darling just— why didn't you asked me instead? you know i have great taste."

You smiled it off and shrugged. "Thought you were busy so i didn't asked."

George looked back at you, his brows still raised from your choice of words. "I'll give it to lando then, he does have quite a nice taste in nails."

You nodded, admiring your nails also. "Yeah, he was nice for picking it out for me."

He just stood there, his smile tugged into awkward ones. His head running wild, a few questions popped up as he studied your face.

"Hmm, it is pretty."

George looked back at your hands, praising it endlessly but was fuming on the inside. He wasn't sure whether or not he should talk to Lando about this or not.

He kept bringing it up every chance he gets not being defensive but just saying, "not that i care though"

CARLOS SAINZ

⤿ Mildly bitter, very passive aggressive.

"Hmm.. interesting" Carlos said, his tone flat and serious.

"You don't like what Alex picked?" you spoke teasingly.

He just shrugged and looked at you with a burning gaze.

"If it were me though i would have picked something that suits your skin tone."

You chuckled, examining his face. He was deadpan and utterly in disbelief while looking at your new nail set.

"So it doesn't look good on me?"

Carlos without a second nodded and agreed to what you said. No second thoughts needed for his answer. "It just doesn't match your whole aesthetic mi corazón. I could find you better ones. One that will be more than this..." he said pointing out your nails with a hint of disgust.

"But it's expensive to get it done again." you argued well atleast you tried to.

"Nothing is expensive for my girl. Plus i can't stand the look of that."

You smiled at him— amused by his tone and behavior.

A good few hours have passed and he finally found something that suited you and was persistent to get it done and change your new currents one, insisting it intently.

OSCAR PIASTRI

⤿ Emotionally unreadable, but 100% storing it for later.

He looked at you with all seriousness, no emotion whatsoever just staring at you with a thin lipped smile. You tried to read his face but it was harder to read than whole book itself.

You coughed breaking the silence. "So do you like it? Charles said it was alright." you said unsure yourself.

His eyes moved to yours then to your hand, still carefully examining them.

You raised your brows, looking at him your eyes searching for his reaction.

"It's cool i guess?"

You weren't sure of how to react also, his voice was flat and his face was normal. Unbeknownst that he was actually worried on the inside. Already asking himself a million question that whether or not your joking.

"Is it pretty atleast?" you asked, your voice laced with pure concern over his quietness.

"It's alright?" he responded in a question like tone.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Alright? Babe i've got them done for an hour and all you said was alright."

Oscar shrugged not wanting to say his real thoughts on it.

"I mean it's pretty just don't like who picked it is all."

He looked so unbothered, you don't know whether or not be scared or be okay about it. Even after telling him that it was just a joke he still responded the same, but you didn't know that he was relief to know that you were only joking. You didn't see the small smile that appeared on his face the second you say that you were joking.

Oscar brought it up tho every second he got along with a joke that made you cack a smile.

CHARLES LECLERC

⤿ Soft hurt vibes, overthinking silently.

After telling Charles that Yuki helped choosing your nail set, his face instantly frowned. He kept asking a million question as to why Yuki picked it and not him. He tried complementing it but it just came as a dry adoration.

"The important thing is you like it right?" he spoke, his eyes glint with sadness as he stare down your nails and softly held it.

You hummed in response, regretting it immediately as soon as you saw his sadden look.

"Yeah it's pretty." Charles said with genuine hurt in his voice.

He's trying so hard not to overthink things and played it off but you knew him so well that you could see how hurt he was.

"Maybe i should change them? You know now that i look at it" you said half joking and half serious.

His face instantly lit up from your words and nodding agreeably.

"If that's what you want my love" he smiled, acting as if it didn't just made him happier than ever.

"I mean i love it but if you don't then i'll just help you pick a new one." he said all giddy inside.

He tried to contain the happiness from his voice but his expression says it all.

After telling him it was a joke he was both relief and happy at the same time. Though he was still hurt by the thought of it but nonetheless it cleared all his overthinking.

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. ݁₊ ⊹ 🥐. ݁˖ ➛ Five More Minutes

Kimi Antonelli x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: A pre-race makeout to set the pace.

୨ৎ Genre: Short drabble/oneshot slightly suggestive, Heavy making out, MDNI!

୨ৎ Note: First time writing stuffs like this again, kinda nervous but hope you still liked it! Also if you guys are uncomfortable please don’t read this

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Your breathing hitched with every teasing brush of his lips, each ghosting touch sending shivers down your spine. A soft, needy whine slipped past your lips before you could stop it. Kimi gazed at you, eyes dark and glittering with affection, his lips kiss-swollen and curved in that smug little smirk he wore so well—like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"You look so pretty like this amore" he whispered to your ears, his breath hot and heavy.

You breathlessly chuckled—caressing his side and snaking your arms around his neck. "You made me like this."

His head dipped low to your shoulder, lips parting as he resumed trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Each one lingered, warm and wanting, like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

A low whine rolled of your mouth so naturally as if you guys were starved with one another.

You seized both sides of his face, dragging him closer until your lips crashed into his—rough, hungry, and full of fire. The kiss was all passion and no patience, a desperate tangle of breath and want that left you both reeling.

He kissed back as eager. His hand grips your waist; pulling you in closer to feel him. All of him.

The kiss left you both breathless, your chest heaving up and down. You looked at him, but he was already staring back down at you— a smile on his face and a swollen lips.

Before you could comment on his state, one of the staffs knocked. "The race is starting at 15."

Kimi groaned, his head lowered while he brush his upper head, "Yeah, five more minutes."

The staff quickly answered with a small response. Kimi then stared back at you— you were already smiling, a slight pout formed.

"One more quick, kiss before I go?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, but didn’t waste a second—grabbing him and pulling him in until your lips crashed into his. The kiss was sudden and electric, all heat and impulse. You could feel his breath hitch, his body pressing closer like he couldn’t get enough.

Kimi pulled away, the smile on his face never leaving. "God you drive me crazy."

You smirked, eyes flicking downward. “Hmm, do I? Because it looks like someone’s having a little... situation.” A mischievous giggle slipped out as your gaze lingered on his obvious arousal.

He let out a low, frustrated groan. “This is entirely your fault, you know that, right?”

Leaning in, you pressed a teasing kiss to his cheek and turned to leave. “Good luck, my love,” you purred, tossing him one last flirty wink over your shoulder.

Kimi sighed happily— smiling to himself as he saw you leave. Leaving him questioning himself on what he'll do with his hard on.

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₊˚🍰₊ ⊹ ➛ Voicemails

Lando Noriss x Ex!Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: A series of voicemails Lando left in the quiet aftermath of your breakup —

୨ৎ Genre: Post- Breakup, Angst

୨ৎ Note: Been wanting to write again so here it is! Not proof read and there are some grammatical errors. Hope y’all enjoyyy

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Voicemail 1: Hey baby…i uhm just wanted to check up on you. I know that we agreed on not calling or texting each other but fuck i miss you so much, I regret ever hurting you like that.. please call me back, love you always.

Voicemail 2: Sooo, i was buying these snacks for me and then I saw your favorite food and just.. it reminded me on how much you like eating them and out of habit I picked it up and bought it hahaha… Just wanted to share this, sorry for disturbing you.

Voicemail 3: I know i promised to stop doing this and just move on, you've just been on my mind lately... [sigh] why am i doing this to myself.

Voicemail 4: Hey… I drove past your street today. I wasn’t planning to, it just… happened. Funny how everything reminds me of you, even when I’m trying not to look. Anyway… I hope you're okay. That’s all.

Voicemail 5: It’s late. I couldn’t sleep again. I keep reaching for you in my dreams, and waking up to nothing. I know this is selfish — I’m sorry. I just needed to feel like you were still out there, even if you’re not mine anymore.

...

A long and deep breath left pass your lips— hearing his voice and the things that came out of it made your heart ache even more. The hurt and feeling of loneliness was still evident from the way you've isolated yourself from everything.

You wanted nothing more than be freed from this torment of hearts and just block him all together but at the same time you were holding onto something that you knew was never going to be the same again.

The tears you never even noticed was now sliding down your cheeks, "Fucking hell" you mumbled under your breath.

You quickly wiped it away— not letting yourself show any vulnerability or any kind of weakness.

...

Voicemail 6: I saw your favorite movie on TV tonight. I almost texted you to tell you, like I used to. It’s stupid, I know. You’re not waiting for my messages anymore… but I guess some part of me still is.

Voicemail 7: Do you ever miss me? Even for a second? I keep asking myself that, like the answer will change something. I don’t even know why I’m leaving this. I just— I miss who we were.

...

After hearing the last message he sent, every being in your whole body was screaming to just answer him, but like they say “The heart wants what it wants, but the mind knows what it needs.”

...

Voicemail 8: I saw this coffee place you would’ve loved — all moody lighting and weird art. I almost took a photo to send you. [chuckles] Old habits, I guess. Anyway, I didn’t. Just thought you’d find that funny. Or maybe you wouldn’t. I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.

Voicemail 9: Do you ever feel like you made the right choice, but it still hurts like hell? That’s where I’m at. We ended for a reason... I just wish reason didn’t feel so empty.

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You've contemplated for a while now and decided to call him back. With shaky hand you went to your contacts and saw his number that was pinned at the top— you forgot you ever did that, it was a long time ago but i guess you just got used to it and forgot along the way.

Every cell of your body was now filled with adrenaline, heart beating so fast, hands shaking abruptly and your chest heaving like crazy, as if you were but to explode with this overwhelming feeling.

The long silence filled your empty room, it was defining to say the least.

With a deep sigh, you finally gathered all your strength and pressed the call button. Your legs bouncing of the ground as you waited for him to pick up.

"Y/n?" he spoke— answering on the first ring.

You hesitated on speaking and was just focused on his voice that was calling out to you. You can practically hear the excitement and confusion on his tone.

You let out a lengthy cough that hid your shaking voice and finally answered him. "Hey..uhm I just called to say that you should stop with the voice messages."

Everything became silent for awhile, it was eating you up to say those words but you two needed to stop torturing one another and just move on.

Lando sighed deeply, "oh okay sorry to bother" and hanged up.

It left you broken— hearing his voice crack from your words. You never wanted this but was for the best.

Or so you thought.

You spent your whole day reliving the conversation, it just bugged you that it crushed him. You’ve decided to just go with the flow and fuck whatever your mind says— your heart clearly belonged with his so what the hell.

...

NOTIFICATION

1 Unheard Voice Message from My girl💞

"Hey Lan… I don’t even know if you’ll listen to this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. But I need to say this. I know we ended things, and maybe we both thought we were doing the right thing at the time. But looking back, it feels like we got caught up in something we didn’t fully understand. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t care. That was never the case. I’ve heard every voicemail you left. Every word. I couldn’t help it. I just needed to hear you, even if it was through all that distance between us. I miss you, Lando. I miss what we had. I don’t want this misunderstanding to be the end of us. If you’re willing, I want to try again. I want to fix this. I just need you to know that. Call me back, Okay?"

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞➛ Making sure She says Mama

Dad!Carlos Sainz x Mom!Reader

Summary: Based off this tiktok

Genre: Fluff Drabble

Note: Grammatical errors and not proofread, Enjoy Reading!

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The sun seeped through the silky curtains casting a soft fluorescent glow across your guys' living room-- adding more to the cozy afternoon vibes.

There you were sitting upwards and your daughter to your front while Carlos was in the kitchen, making you and isabela an afternoon snack. "Now, mi bebe can you say mama? Come on you can do it" you spoke in a child like manner trying to earn your 12 month old baby's attention.

Isabela was at her age where most babies dabble incoherent words or sometimes even a full word. That's when you and Carlos decided on betting who will she say first. Will it be Mama or Papa?

An idea crossed your mind as you remembered one particular video online. It was a video showcasing a mom teaching her baby how to pronounce the word but with a twist-- it was so mind blowing that it might actually work.

So that was what you were doing at that exact moment--With a picture of you and Carlos in your hand.

You pointed at your photo and then back at you, "This is mama, Come on isa say Mama, Mama"

Isabela only stared back at you blankly, hearing you repeat the word for like a thousand times already.

The smile on your face faded as you then pointed at Carlos' face. "This is Father, Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro"

"That's right isa, That's Mama's Husband" you quipped again with a sing song voice.

As you constantly repeat the phrases, you didn't even notice that Carlos was standing to the side and observing your devious trick that you performed on your guy's daughter.

After watching for a while and even giggling to himself a little, he had enough and walked towards you two "What are you doing Mi amor?"

You lightly jumped from his sudden presence and shot back a response, "Nothing!" and was fast to put the picture on your hand to the side.

"I clearly saw you try to trick our daughter into making her say mama" Carlos said with a grin across his face and his hands crossed like a sassy mom.

"Well you clearly didn't see right because i was only teaching her how to pronounce it"

Carlos chuckled at your 'excuse', "Really?, just so you know darling that you are lying in front of our baby right now"

You rolled your eyes and answered back, "For your information i am not lying, isa knows"

As the two of you teased one another, your daughter was staring back with a confused expression and without even realizing she spoke up a little. "Papa"

...

Hope y'all enjoyed reading! That's all

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🪐⋆｡°✩ ➛ Latter Option

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: Finding out that you were never his first choice. Genre: Angst and a little bit of SMAU Note: Finally back to writing. Like always there are grammatical errors and this is not proofread, Hope you enjoy!! Fc: Madison Beer

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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F1.UPDS

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F1.UPDS BREAKING NEWS! 🚨 F1 Star Charles Leclerc Caught Proposing? 💍

Rumors are swirling as Ferrari’s golden boy, Charles Leclerc, was reportedly seen down on one knee, proposing to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N! 🔥 Fans went wild after spotting a dazzling ring on her finger. 💎 Could wedding bells be ringing soon? Stay tuned for more exclusive details! 🏎️💨

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Charles_Leclerc Forever and ever💞

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…

The smile on your face tugged even wider as you read along all the supportive and happy banters that were left by many adoring people. It was never your guys' intention to let people know of the recent engagement but since some paparazzi leaked it, might as well announce it at your own volition.

There were even some people were calling out the fact that the wedding was happening “too soon” or them saying “you guys are too early into the relationship.” Little do the others know, you and Charles share a history that stretches back further than they could ever imagine. Since your senior days, you have been inseparable—his best friend, his confidante. And through the years, as laughter turned to late-night talks and fleeting glances became something deeper, your heart has belonged to him. You've been madly in love with Charles ever since, carrying that secret like a quiet flame, burning only for him.

As you swiped further down millions of post, One particular comment caught your eye-- as soon as you read the following, you felt a familiar pang run across the veins of your chest.

You didn't expect to see her name about a post between you and charles, but seeing it appear out of the blue adds an uneasy feeling of discomfort cloud your mind.

Maybe it's nothing? They mentioned something about being friends so that has to be it, Just friends right?

You thought to yourself-- giving close ended assurance just to keep your mind at ease.

...

Days passed by and everything seemed to be going so well lately. Your once crazed overthinking quickly withered when Charles took you out on a date, just because he missed you-- though he was with you the day before yesterday.

It was a gesture that made your heart filled with endless warmth and put your mind at rest.

But as the saying goes, 'Nothing good lasts forever' and no one is an exception.

...

You ➛ Lily

…

A quiver left pass your lips as you red along the text between you and your friend. Each word hung to your mind like a parasite.

If what she's saying is true then.. Have you been the second option all along? But who would be this cruel to play your feelings just like that. You knew Charles had a thing for Valorei, but he comforted you countless times that it was nothing.

You threw your phone to the side as you frantically wiped the tears that unknowingly slide down your cheeks. Was this some kind of sick joke?

A lot of unanswered questions waved your thoughts-- and only one person could answer.

...

That's all for now, mainly because this draft have been here for months now and i kinda forgot how it goes but i assure y'all that i will be uploading more fr!!

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⋆🍨｡𖦹 °✩ ➛ The little Things

CEO!Max Verstappen x Fem!reader

Summary: Gestures that Max does for you.

Genre: Hardcore fluff cause why not

Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is definitely not proofread so... Hope you guys enjoy 🤞🏻

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Engraved Jewelries

"Oh my god Max! You seriously didn't have to" you beamed happily─ gently taking the small box from his hands and transferring it to yours.

You then rested the box to your lap and opened it at ease. As soon as you saw the content inside, you felt your whole body freeze for a second. Your eyes widened in disbelief and mouth slightly hung open from shock.

Max got you this diamond necklace. Real diamonds might i add, that had the two of your’s picture carved in it.

Your gaze shifted from the present and then to his standing figure─ only to see him have this satisfied smug look on his face.

It was another casual day so you didn't expect to be given such priceless gift. Max always does these things where he gives you expensive stuff without needing to have an occasion attached.

Most of the time he gives you jewelries that are somehow connected to him. It’s either bracelets that has his initials, rings with your carved nicknames, or earrings that has a small number on it. The number on his racing jacket of course.

For Max those expensive gifts that he had given you are just “small trinkets” to show everyone that you are his and only his.

The price doesn’t matter— nothing is expensive when it comes to spending things for his lady.

You settled the gift on the table and hurriedly went to him— hugging him tight as a sign of your appreciation and gratitude.

“Thank you so much love” you spoke. Slowly leaning in on him and closing the gap between you two.

Max leaned in and reciprocated your kiss, “Anything to make my girl happy.”

…

Leaves meeting early

It was a busy afternoon for max. He had a tons of meeting scheduled one after the other.

Right now, Max was currently in his fifth for the day.

He was bored and tired to say the least— seeing how his mind was occupied with nothing else but you. He wanted nothing more but to stay and lay down beside you.

As he stared off the distance, his phone suddenly rang out loud; causing his employees to stop mid conversation and shift their focus to the ringing.

Max took notice and grabbed his phone infront of him. He looked at the screen and saw your number calling. His once bored demeanor changed into an excited one.

One of the employees coughed making Max stare back at them. All their eyes fixiated on him.

Max quickly answered the call and put his phone near his ear. He then flickered his hands— signaling for them to continue.

“Hi pretty, how are you?” Max answered gently over the phone.

To which one of his employees heard and was shock as hell to hear something that his cold boss would never even dare mutter in their workplace.

You coughed over the other end with a hint of sniffle, “i am good baby, just caught a little cold.”

Max hurriedly asked you a bunch of questions— bombarding you with endless concerns that made your head throb a little.

…

After calling and talking back and forth for about 10 minutes; you answered back at him.

“It’s fine hon, i’ll be better in no time i promise. You should get back to work. Call you later okay? I love you” and with that, max ended the call, but not before saying i love you back.

He then took his attention back to the meeting at hand and swiftly corrected the position of his tie. “I think that would be all, let’s rain check this, shall we?”

His secretary was stunned and was quick to react, “but sir, we need to get this report done by tomorrow”

Max only rolled his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. “I have other important matters to attend to, you’ll just have to handle this one.”

The secretary was too afraid to answer back and just nodded in agreement.

He stood up and left the meeting room and drove over to your apartment— showering you with endless love and care.

…

Knowing you well

It was your time of the month— your lower area hurts so bad that you had to compress your stomach with your pillow.

As if on cue; Max had held on a mini tray that has all the essentials you need. (Heating pad, sweets, and coffee).

“Here my love, put this there” max spoke— handing the hot compress over to you.

You then took it and smiled weekly at him; having no energy to move your whole body and reflex.

Max went over to your side and settled the tray to your side table. Then nestled between your pillows— snuggling you closer to him.

You let out a hum and scooted even closer, “Hmm thank you baby”

“Always here for you beautiful, by the way i have your favorite movie set up. Should i play it?”

You shook your head a no and just closed your eyes, “Maybe in a minute, i want to stay like this for a while.”

Max only snuggled closer in response— kissing your head to the side. Making the two of you as comfortable in each others embrace.

Even though max is cold and scary looking, you love this side of him that you can only see. How he makes you feel so special without him knowing. It’s just those little things that make you happy and content.

…

Thats all!! Hope you liked that guys. Sorry for not posting for a while, senior high made my life hell for the past few months. But i’ll be updating again!! 💕💕