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Better To Be Safe Than Sorry - Daniel Ricciardo

Summary: two australians dressed by the same designer for the 2023 met gala. surely its not all just chance?

Warnings: shameless flirting

Pairings: daniel ricciardo x plussize!oc

Word count: 2.3k

She couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked back at her reflection of the tinted car door, the dress hugging her in all the right ways and accentuating her natural curves. She had never seen this body representation at something so prestigious such as the Met Gala save for a few household names such as Ashley Graham. She couldn’t believe it when she first received the invitation on behalf of designer Thom Browne who reached out via a handwritten letter and pitched his idea to her. At first the Australian actress was very apprehensive; was she famous enough for an event like this? She wasn’t used to dressing up like this, so incredibly fancy and she had only just become noticed since her role in Daisy Jones and The Six. She even had a whole team do her makeup and hair for her which she wasn’t used to unless she was about to film a scene. 

She expected the tag stitched into the dress to scratch her back but instead it sat flush. It only had Thom’s name, her name and the Met Gala handwritten and the small gesture meant a lot to her surprisingly, it was a garment made just for her plump body. It was organised so all of Thom’s guests were arriving at the same time to showcase his work in a cohesive way, and it meant that organising a group shot was just that little bit easier. Stepping out of the car she was blinded by how lit up the walkway was, a cream colour leading her and ushering her towards the famous steps of the Met and towards the screaming crowds. She wasn’t entirely sure who else was dressed by Thom so she was excited to see and meet some famous faces as well as by other designers. 

“Just follow me.” Lucille was met with a smile from some volunteers who rushed to both her side. She wasn’t overly excited to be walking in heels but she had a lot of practice to make sure she wouldn’t fall. The dress, however, hugged her thighs enough that it meant she had to take small and careful steps. She sucked in a deep breath, seeing the ‘TB’ embroidered between her breasts on the bodice move with her breathing and she plastered on a smile. 

With each and every step Lucille found that the shouts of the photographers grew louder and the fans screaming in anticipation for the next guest to arrive. There was a little bit of a wait for the celebrities to allow a steady flow at the base of the footsteps and Lucille found herself beaming at Thom Browne when she saw his familiar face talking with presumably his other guests. 

“Ah, my dear, my muse!” It seemed as if she was the last of his guests to arrive, eight more heads turning adorned in black and white, tulle and lace, camellias and different patterns. They all looked fabulous and as Lucille scanned briefly over their faces she found that it all suited them. Thom rushed over, embracing Lucille quickly and then pulled away, his arms on her bare shoulders as he stood back to admire his work. “Stunning. Absolutely stunning.” Lucille found her rosy coloured cheeks flush at the compliments but thanked the designer nonetheless. 

Daniel was incredibly privileged to say the least when he received a handwritten letter from Thom Browne regarding an invitation to the Met Gala. He had watched Lewis attend and will admit, he found it to be a guilty pleasure to keep up with it every year. He admired the hard work the designers put in and the fuss about it. Now that his main focus was not on racing full time, it was a no-brainer that he would attend the Met Gala. He was all smiles when he first met Thom and that all continued to him actually seeing his suit for the first time to arrive second for the designer. A few months out of a long term relationship and he was thriving, he was just in awe as he looked around the tunnel leading to the waiting area. One by one the remainder of Thom’s guests arrived and piled up behind him, compliments flowing through the air, everyone's agents taking care of phones, bags and other items.

The naturally extroverted racer enjoyed meeting new faces, happily discussing his projects and the projects of others while they slowly moved forward. His back was turned as he anxiously looked past the people in front of him when Lucille arrived. The two were familiar with one another naturally being some of the few Australians that were famous outside of their home nation however when Thom gushed over her Danile found himself turning around. She looked absolutely stunning. The two had never crossed paths with one another before but Daniel was kicking himself over it now. She exuded confidence, kindness and warmth. He could tell she was nervous but as Thom greeted her she seemed to calm herself. 

Lucille blushed as Thom showered her in compliments, some of the other guests commenting on her outfit, her makeup and her work in Daisy Jones. It was her first big event she had attended outside of small premiers where she played a menial side character; this was all quite different and overwhelming, in a good way. Lucille spotted Daniel Ricciardo in a black suit with delicate black ruffles that added different hues to the suit. Her body felt warm and fuzzy when he gave her a warm smile. She grew up in Melbourne and attended a fair few Melbourne GP’s growing up so she was quite familiar with the sport and with the man herself. He was easily top twenty of her male celebrity crushes. Okay, maybe top ten. Top five?

“Where is Rhonda?” Thom questioned, knowing that Lucille was usually accompanied by her manager.

“In active labour. I will be hopping up the steps while she’s pushing.” Lucille joked though Thom could tell she was nervous. Daniel felt guilty for eavesdropping but instead found an opening to introduce himself. He apologised as he pushed himself past Teyana Taylor and Jenna Ortega, his eyes focused solely on Lucille. One by one they slowly got called to make their way to the main area where all the hustle and bustle began and there was no set order so Daniel slowly held himself back. Thom moved forward to introduce his pieces to the Met Gala and hype up his team. 

Lucille played with her nails as the team slowly dwindled down into just herself and Daniel and their volunteers got ready. Daniel went first and then it was just Lucille with the next guests arriving behind her and soon she was called up. Her steps were small as she held her head high, walking past several other volunteers who seemed to gush over her look. A few metres later she found herself surrounded by photographers and celebrities, fans turning to look at her and call out her name. 

Daniel remained nearby Lucille, feeling somewhat wanting to introduce himself formally or be near her presence. Everyone else had a team of agents or PR representatives to help them pose or engage in interviews with certain people but being a new actress on the scene meant that she didn’t quite have her own team. At least being in a suit meant that it was easier to navigate the stairs leading into the Met. 

Lucille found herself being called over to a young interviewer and smiled when the interviewer seemed surprised when she made her way over. 

“Lucille Craig, I loved you in Daisy Jones, you look absolutely stunning on the carpet tonight and for your first Met Gala. Can I ask, who is dressing you and what was the inspiration?” It was incredibly loud all around her but at that moment her sole focus was on the interviewer. 

“Thank you so much! I’m dressed by Thom Browne. We both collaborated and drew inspiration from Claudia Schiffer’s Spring 1993 Chanel bride look. I am thrilled to have been invited and to see so many different looks on different bodies and people. It’s a bit overwhelming.” Lucille let out a chuckle at the end of her sentence and patiently waited for the next part of the interview. 

“We all look forward to seeing what's next for you. It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope you enjoy your night. Thank you!” Lucille thanked the woman before she was ushered in by the volunteers, the stairs coming closer and closer. She was growing more and more nervous but tried to keep herself contained. She smiled at some photographers, said some hellos to other celebrities and continued on her way. 

Daniel smiled through a couple of interviews though he kept himself open towards the carpet, his eye always landing on Lucille from a distance. He answered questions to do with his career and his outfit to the best of his abilities but his mind kept going back to Lucille. 

“Do you need some assistance, Miss Craig?” The Met Gala volunteer questioned Lucille as she made her way to the dreaded stairs. Lucille went to protest before she felt someone slide her arm through theirs causing her to snap her head to the stranger. 

“No, no. I’ve got it from here, thank you.” Daniel spoke, offering a tight smile to the volunteer as Lucille’s hand clutched onto his bicep. The volunteer nodded, walking a few steps ahead of the duo. The small gesture seemed to spark excitement among the spectators and photographers as well as Thom as he stood at the top of the stairs, beaming down on the duo. Lucille sucked in a breath as she lifted one leg, testing the integrity of the dress and sighed with relief when it remained a couple of inches below her behind. “You’ve got this.” Daniel mumbled just loud enough for Lucille to hear, the girl grateful for the support. She gained confidence with each and every step she took, photographers calling out their names to get a pose. This would without a doubt cause some rumours the next day. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do this.” Lucille spoke back, turning her head over her shoulder with her hair following elegantly as she looked back. They were about halfway up the staircase now. 

“How could a gentleman like me not help a fellow beautiful Australian? Would be blasphemous.” Daniel joked, Lucille looking up at him briefly before letting out a rather unfeminine laugh. Daniel loved being a joker, he loved making people laugh however this felt different. He suddenly cared about her opinion, he cared about what she found funny. 

They made it to the top of the stairs where a number of celebrities were posing for higher end magazines or being interviewed by much more important people. Lucille was fine to walk on her own now but found herself not ready to pull away from Daniel’s arm, and he wasn’t putting up much of a fight either. The two slowly walked with the small crowd on the carpet, both unsure of what to do next. The other guests for Thom Browne were scattered about with the designer standing even further along where guests were to be greeted by Anna Wintour herself and engage in a quick hello before moving along to tour the museum and potter around before the formal dinner. 

“There’s so many people. Anne Hathaway, Jared Leto as a fucking furry, oh my God! Is that Ashley Graham?” Daniel admired this side of Lucille, or this side of anyone. Lucille had quite a following, especially after her role in the TV adaptation of Daisy Jones and the Six so she hadn’t quite warmed up to being a loved celebrity just yet that was grouped in the same calibre as these well known movie stars, singers and models. Lucille went to apologise for her behaviour, preparing to call it cringe worthy when she was interrupted by Anne Hathaway turning around, her eyes widening slightly and her perfectly poised smile turning into something genuine. “Daniel, please tell me Anne is looking at us, the Anne Hathaway?” Daniel went to respond but he found himself leading Lucille towards the famous actress. 

“Daniel Riccardo! I’m a big fan of F1.” Daniel was taken by surprise that she knew who he was and then she turned to Lucille. “I loved your role in Daisy Jones, you were absolutely fabulous. You’re definitely a force to be reckoned with. I must get going, enjoy the night you love birds!” Anne bid them a farewell, bringing Lucille in for a brief kiss on the cheek and hug before rushing off. Daniel nor Lucille mentioned the last statement out of Anne’s mouth and instead they were both taken back by the interaction. 

“She knew who I was.” It was like Lucille’s hand was a part of Daniel’s arm. It just felt so natural and conversation, no matter how small and lacklustre it was between the two, came naturally. Daniel wanted to get to know the girl a little bit more. 

“She would be a fool to not know you are, Lucille.” Daniel flirted shamelessly, grinning as he noticed her cheeks flush darker than her rosy makeup. Lucille noticed she was still holding onto his arm even though they were no longer tackling steps. Had Daniel been too nice to tell her that her hand was on his arm. God, what a blunder. 

“I am so sorry! I didn’t even realise.” Daniel only chuckled in response, pulling her back towards him. It was as if the two of them weren’t surrounded by flashing lights and people shouting, that it was just the two of them. It just felt natural for the both of them. 

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure there’ll be more stairs. Better to be safe than sorry.”

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Homewrecker - MV1 Part Seven

Summary: “these are for you.”

Warnings: simp max 

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @ravenqueen27, @octaviareina, @formula1mount, @evans-dejong, @ditttiii, @vita-di-moda, @imheretoread, @alwaysclassyeagle, @luxfrances​, @tall-tanned-tattoo​ 

PART SIX 

“He definitely heard you call it a date.” Carmen spoke through the phone as Blake cleaned up her mess around Lewis’ condo before he came back home. She wanted to leave it in better condition from when she arrived. It had been one week since Max had taken her to his secret spot and the two had been inseparable, up until this moment. She loved being in his company, getting to know him beyond being the dick that she was convinced hated her, beyond Kelly and beyond being a World Champion race car driver. He had so many quirks and tidbits about him that Blake found herself admiring, thinking about when she was all alone. 

“No, no. It definitely slipped out but he didn’t say anything about it.” Carmen scoffed through the phone and Blake could just picture her best female friend rolling her eyes playfully. Of course she never saw Max’s reaction when she let the word slip but she can’t imagine he was paying that much attention to her, or she gathered he was just assuming she meant a friendly date, she did mean that right? “Besides, nothing will ever come of it. It’s like a twisted Romeo and Juliette. I work for his biggest rival team an-”

“And what, Blake?” Carmen questioned making Blake take a quick break from her frantic cleaning and listen to what she had to say. “What could be the worst thing that could happen? You already have fan pages you know. Do you like Max?” Blake didn’t find herself searching for an answer, she already knew. She obviously knew where Max stood with his feelings and he was very respectful with giving Blake all the time and space she needed before anything would ever eventuate but Blake was certain there was some attraction there. Okay, maybe a bit more than some, more like a lot. 

“But what will the boys think? What will Toto think?” The boys were referring to Lewis and George, Max’s biggest rivals. She was also afraid that if she was to engage in anything with Max that it might jeopardise her career though everyone knew she was a vital part of the Mercedes team. 

“They can all learn to deal with it if they truly value you. Besides, they would all want you to be happy, no matter who the other person was.” Blake found herself strolling onto the balcony where she sat down on a chair, looking out over the sea. Boats and yachts were coming in and out of the port and she could only imagine what that would be like, to sail away and enjoy the sun warming her skin. She was heading back to her home in England the following day, all of her bags already packed. She would have to get a bus to Nice in France and then a flight from Nice to London. From there she would pick up her car from the airport and drive to Brackley where she had her apartment, only a few minutes from the Formula One base. It would be a long day of travel, that's for sure. “Hey babes, it’ll all work out. Do whatever feels right.”

“I will, thank you. Listen, I have to go, I have to finish cleaning the house for Lewis before I head home tomorrow.”

“Let me know if anything changes, I’m always here.” The two girls bid their farewell, Carmen hanging up after sending kissing sounds through the phone leaving Blake to giggle at her friend. She was left to her lonesome now in Lewis’ condo. She knew she could easily message Max now that they had each other's phone numbers but she also needed time to sort of process her own feelings, figure out where her head was at. 

The past few days had been amazing; Max showed her his favourite places in Monaco and surrounding, took her out for breakfast, lunch and dinner, invited her over to his condo to watch a movie or a TV show or have a cocktail night where they could dress in their pyjamas. He was extremely respectful, working on getting to know Blake whilst she enjoyed her time one-on-one with him. 

Max had reached for his phone a number of times before finally deciding against it. He knew that Blake was leaving the next day and wanted to give her some space so she could relax a little before but it took every ounce of his being not to just send her one simple message. He knew that the time they spent together for the past few days would probably be the most amount of time they will spend together one-on-one for a long time as they start the prep for the new racing season but he just felt so mellow and himself around her. 

He still received communication from Kelly every now and then asking for him to take her back or trying to guilt him by using Penelope as a pawn which made Max feel quite disgusted but he was strong. He is in love with Blake, and nothing and no one would ever change his mind. 

*   *   *

Blake made it through security with ease which was a relief given the fact that she had a restless sleep the night before. There was just something that was keeping her up which was annoying as she spent most of the day prior cleaning Lewis’ house and making him a vegan slice for him to come home to. The drive from Monaco to Nice was dark, reminding her of when Max drove her an hour away to show her a sunrise like no other, but it was peaceful. The shuttle to the airport had several other tourists; a trio of young girls most likely on a gap year, an older couple with the man sleeping on his wife’s shoulder and a small family. Her flight wasn’t for another few hours so she had time to get a coffee and relax at her gate before it was time to leave.

She had her carry-on bag over her shoulder, her earphones in and a double shot coffee in her hand as she strolled through duty-free and back to her gate. Blake was recognised by some Formula One fans and happily waved, said a brief hello or even took a photo with them but she was beating herself up about not wearing something a little bit more fashionable. She would choose comfort over fashion any day of the week. It’s not that she looked terrible but she didn’t want to look at tagged photos of her wearing baggy sweatpants that were tighter around her thighs and waist than her calves or see her shirt bunched up at the back but appear oversized from the front. She was highly insecure about it but was working on trying to not let it get to her. 

As one song changed into another she heard a slight fuss but chose to ignore it. She was itching to get to her gate so she could sit down, get her book out of her bag and just read until it was time to board her flight. The airport was starting to become busy as time wore on, Blake settled into a chair in the middle of her area at the gate and watched fondly as travellers passed her by. She liked to create different stories for them such as where they were going, why they were travelling and so forth. 

Blake was interrupted by a shadow casting over her as a stranger moved closer, gesturing to the seats near her. She briefly looked up at the man, noticing his cap and face mask and nodded whilst her music continued to play, assuming he was going to take the seat a couple down from her even though there was ample space at her gate. Instead, he sat down in the seat beside her, nodding at her before looking forward, toying with something in a backpack that was placed beside him on another seat to the right of him. Blake was caught off guard, feeling slightly uncomfortable yet didn’t make a big deal out of it as she didn’t want any sort of drama. 

She was about to get her phone out of her pocket to get ready to message someone to make it look like she was busy or had people waiting for her incase worse comes to worse and this man had ill intentions. Instead, the man pulled out two flowers and sat them in his lap; a sunflower and a rose, both fake for the sake of security. Blake watched from her peripheral vision and felt her heart start to race. 

Max’s hands were clammy as he held the two fake flowers in his lap, his cap hiding his gaze and his face mask shielding most of his face. He couldn’t let Blake fly back to England without him getting a chance to say goodbye and honestly he wasn’t too sure what he would say if everything was going to go to plan. It was immensely cliche and he knew that Checo would probably tease him about it, or anyone would tease him about it when word eventually got out about his romantic gesture but here he was. 

Blake found herself taking her earphones out and placing them carefully in her case before turning to the man beside her. 

“If this is some sick jok-”

“It’s me.” The voice was familiar. It calmed Blake as soon as she heard his accent. He gained some attention as he removed his hat and face mask revealing Max underneath. He had a nervous look on his face but Blake felt herself sigh with relief. At least now she knew it wasn’t some strange man that had been stalking her. 

“What are you doing here?” They weren’t yet at the point of wishing each other good mornings or good nights every day but the two would easily fall into a conversation via text or social media every day. As far as Blake was concerned, Max should still be in bed, lapping up all the free time he had before he was to start his training regime and then start to focus on the upcoming season. He most definitely shouldn’t be here in an airport with Blake and he most definitely should not be seeing Blake when she wasn’t as put together as she would have liked. “It’s barely even six in the morning.” 

She noticed that some people were beginning to notice that Max Verstappen was sitting at an airport gate with the general public but he paid them no mind and everyone else seemed to understand that he was busy right now. That and it was early in the morning. Blake was no stranger to early mornings, or lack of sleep, so this was rather normal for her. Of course she was tired hence the coffee but she was functioning. 

“I couldn’t let you go back home without saying goodbye.” Max cringed at the fact that he sounded so dramatic but Blake’s heart just pounded in her chest. 

“You have my phone number and all my socials.” Blake chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and leaned against her arm rest towards Max. Max noticed this and remembered seeing something online that if someone’s body faced you during a conversation or in general that it meant they were focused on you, you had their attention. He was suddenly nervous. She was right, he did have many ways to contact her but in all honesty he just had to see her in person before the two of them both got extremely busy. 

“I know but,” Max began to trail off, thinking of what to say. He had practised in his bedroom that morning, whilst making the booking for the same flight. He added different emphases on words on his drive to the airport, bought two fake flowers impulsively after posing for several photos once he got out of security and bought a brand new hat and face mask to surprise Blake. And now he sat beside her at a loss for words. “These are for you.” He held out the sunflower and rose and hoped she wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were when she took them. “They're fake, as you can tell.” He mentally slapped himself in the face, of course she could tell. “I don’t think you can take real flowers on a flight but they last longer. God, that makes me sound like a wanker.” Max’s face was flushed red as Blake giggled, the flowers pinched between two fingers as she touched her forehead to his bicep with a grin on her face. At least he was making her laugh. 

“You’re absolutely right, you cannot take flowers on public. I cannot comment on private flights though. I would say you're the expert in that.” Blake went back to her normal position before looking back to Max. Max seemed to ease a little more as she spoke and he felt less guilty about not knowing more about flying publicly. “What I really mean is what are you doing here? Past security and everything.”

“I have never felt more at ease or at home than I had this past week. And before you say anything I know you want to start off as friends and I am absolutely okay with that I really am. Plus, I have never been to Brackley before.” Blake’s eyes softened as she looked up at Max, the man turning his head to return her gaze. Brackley was where her apartment was located and where the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 based was. She was surprised Max had remembered where her new home was. Though, it was hardly a home as she had only spent no more than two months staying in it since she started her new job with Mercedes and Toto. “I know I should have mentioned something. It was all rather last minute and I thought it would be a movie like romantic gesture but I really should have asked if it was okay with you.”

“Max, it’s okay.” Blake placed an arm on his bicep as a form of comfort. “I just wish you told me so I could help you navigate through security and everything. I bet you haven't done that in a long time, you know, since you have a private jet.” She teased Max, chuckling before rolling his eyes. “Just one thing.”

“Yes, of course. Anything.” Blake thought back to her conversation with Carmen on the phone the day previous. She thought about everything that had happened in the past year from fights and assumptions that Max hated her and working with Kelly to the confession, a new job and relocation, new friends that were a found family. He patiently awaited her answer, the one thing she was asking of him. He would do anything in a heartbeat. 

“Take me on a date. A date date.” That he can do.

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how they ask you out/how you ask them out - part two

Valtteri Bottas:

You were immediately different from the get go. Compared to the many extroverted women that Valtteri had both dated and encountered throughout his career, you were an introvert. You knew how to be civil, how to talk to strangers but you much preferred more intimate situations where conversations can be a lot more personal and meaningful. Valtteri loved the way you would immediately turn to rambing away about random things when you were nervous, something he had encountered when he asked to buy you a drink the very first night he met you. It was absolutely refreshing to encounter someone like you, someone as genuine as you. 

It was very slow at first; he followed you on Instagram, you asked for his number, he would ask how you were, you would ask how his training was. There was a lot of back and forth and it was clear the two of you were waiting for either person to make the first move. Tiffany was quite enjoying sitting on the sidelines as the two of you would privately message her with updates about the conversation or how to ask the other one out. It was honestly quite sickeningly cute really. 

You felt your phone buzz as you were getting ready to finally leave your cafe after a long and very busy day. Summer holidays in Australia were absolute mayhem, especially being located at the beach, however there was nothing like the busy period that was the Winter holidays with families hoping to get the last bit of sun at the beach before they went back to their cold hometowns. You opened your phone, half expecting it to be a text from a coworker about a shift cancellation or something but instead your heart raced when you saw a certain man's name on your screen. 

Valtteri: i’m on a break and decided to come to australia, how about i take you out for dinner?

Y/N: you know, australia is pretty big and i’m fairly certain you’re nowhere near my town

Valtteri: let me rephrase. i’m on a break and decided to come and surprise you now can i please take you out for dinner?

Mick Schumacher:

It was almost as if Nigel knew when Mick had come home from a race weekend. The growing puppy would lay in his spot near the window and as soon as he spotted the headlights of Mick’s car he bounded out of the house and through the paddocks and gardens to greet Mick on his front step. You would apologise profusely when Nigel came running back with muddy paw prints, a belly full of treats and a tired but smiling Mick walking behind him, but Mick always insisted that it was okay, which it was. It was a non-tradition tradition he now loved, though as much as he loved Nigel, he wouldn’t mind coming home to someone like you. 

He had developed a crush on you after a few months, grateful to have a neighbour like you. You would always offer dinner when Nigel led him back, and it was partially because you lived in a big house with lots of horses and Nigel and you desperately needed other forms of social interaction, but you too had also developed a crush on Mick. After your first meeting, you couldn’t help but look him up. You knew nothing about the sport when you first found out just how well known he was but you decided to watch some and soon found yourself cheering for him. 

Half an hour after Nigel disappeared to greet your neighbour he came back, this time with a single rose through his collar and a note. You looked around outside and raised an eyebrow when you saw no Mick. You called Nigel inside, the puppy sitting with his tail wagging as he eagerly waited for you to pat his paws dry. You immediately went for the note, opening it to see some messy scribbling that was only just decipherable. 

How about you come to mine for dinner? 

Kevin Magnussen: 

The sex was absolutely insane. He was just as much into his own pleasure as he was into yours and he spent ample time trying to make you cum, watching you as you squirmed in the hotel bed. Kevin was obsessed with the way you sounded when he got you to your peak, the way you moaned out profanities or softly said his name. He loved making you feel this way, making you come undone and it was all because of him. God, if your brother found out what the two of you were doing it would honestly be a civil war in the Haas Racing Team. 

It first started off as cheeky flirting with Nico trying to keep the two apart. Nico loved you immensely, he was the big protective older brother and he also loved Kevin and the way they rekindled their friendship and how he had become a true friend in such a short amount of time. Nico was supportive of you when you finally decided to go no contact with your parents and he supported Kevin when he went through his divorce with Louise so if he ever found out that the two of you were casually having sex, he would go off. 

“You know,” Kevin began as he settled you into his arms, your body absolutely tired from the past couple of hours. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart rate as the two of you both cooled down. “We can get food sometimes, no expectations of sex.” You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. 

“Like, as friends or..” You trailed off. You wouldn’t say no, to engaging in something other than casual sex with him. Sure, he was a lot older than you and was your brother’s teammate but he was gorgeous and a gentleman. He was very respectful and the two of you were clearly compatible sexually. 

“We can make it as a friendly date or a date date.”

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Homewrecker - MV1 Part Six

Summary: “do you trust me?”

Warnings: nothing but its a little slow burn

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @ravenqueen27, @octaviareina, @formula1mount, @evans-dejong, @ditttiii, @vita-di-moda, @imheretoread, @alwaysclassyeagle

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PART FIVE PART SEVEN 

Blake wasn’t too sure how Max managed to convince her to wake up when it was still dark but here she was at six in the morning standing in the lobby of Max’s apartment complex patiently waiting for him to come down so they could start their journey. She wasn’t too sure what the plans for the day were but after an afternoon spent with Max she wanted to hang out with him again before she flew back home and the pre-season training and lots of paperwork began. 

The lobby of the apartment complex screamed luxury with artworks decorating each wall, sculptures under lighting fixtures and on trend furniture for guests waiting in the lobby. You had to be buzzed in, in order to gain entry but even then the waiting room was just immaculate. The colour palette, however, was rather questionable. She heard the sound of the elevator and turned, smiling when she saw Max approach her with a backpack and two thermos in his hands. 

“Not only did you make me wake up at the ass crack of dawn but I couldn’t get myself a barista made coffee and I had to bring my passport. Where are you taking me?” Blake raised an eyebrow as Max handed her one of the thermos’ and sniffed it, letting out a moan when she smelt caffeine. It was no barista made iced latte which was her usual go to but she was grateful nonetheless. Caffeine was caffeine really. She lifted it to her lips and had a couple of gulps before looking back to Max. “Wherever you’re taking me, it better be worth it.” Max chuckled and led her back towards the elevator, pressing the button for the garage. 

Blake looked around her at all the luxurious cars that sat in the garage owned by both Max and the other rich tenants that lived in the same complex. She knew for a fact that all these cars were worth more than her beat up Jeep Wrangler back home by millions and she stood in awe as her eyes moved from one car to the next. 

“This way.” Max chuckled at Blake’s facial expressions, his hand on her lower back to guide her through the garage to where his cars were parked. There he had his Porsche, his Ferrari, his Aston Martin, his Renault and a normal sedan for days like this, when he wanted to be low-key. Blake spotted the Ferrari first, having sat in it the day prior when he drove her around Monaco and showed her the highlights and little hidden gems. She had to giggle at the contrast between the big branded cars to his low-key sedan, but she knew why he had it nonetheless. All of his cars were in immaculate condition, not a scratch or bump in site. “Did you bring a jacket? It may get a bit cold on the walk.” Blake sighed, it was the one thing she forgot. She had gone for the athleisure look at Max’s request and could only think it was to do some sort of physical activity. 

“Shit! I totally forgot.” Blake got into the car, placing her thermos in the cup holder as she strapped herself in. 

“You’re lucky I bought another one. I knew this would happen.” Max teased as he placed his backpack in the back seat and got in the front driver's seat beside Blake. “I remember all the times when you would have Kelly or Penelope’s jacket but never your own.” Max continued as Blake seemed to look away, hiding her blush. She never thought Max was that observant. Her insides felt warm and fuzzy though she chose to ignore it. It was embarrassment over anything else, surely. 

They sat in a comfortable silence as Max started to drive, weaving in and out of traffic safely, across the border of Monaco and into France and got himself heading in towards the Alps. She was definitely not dressed to go skiing at all and it wasn’t quite the right season for it so all she could think was about to happen was maybe a walk along some of the trails. The pair engaged in small talk as Max drove the whole hour and a bit to get to his destination and when they arrived there was no other car in sight. He parked in a secluded parking lot down a dirt road, the large green trees towering above them.

“Come on, it’s only about a half hour walk.” To what, Blake didn’t know exactly, but she followed nonetheless, the jacket that Max had handed her feeling snug on her soft body. It smelt like him, not that she had memorised his scent or anything, but it bought her comfort, especially being in such a foreign place. Max could be taking her to her death for all that she knew, but highly doubted that he would drive an hour away to kill her. God, she needed to stop watching all those true crime documentaries at night. 

Blake found herself following Max as he walked along the trail into the trees. He used a flashlight from his backpack to light the way up as the sun was only just beginning to wake. Five minutes into the walk they passed an older couple adorned in hiking gear, the pair nodding as they squeezed past on the trail. Max and Blake fell into a steady pace, Max pushing the branches out of the way so they didn’t smack Blake in the face and calling out about puddles so she could avoid them. She began the first five minutes trying to hide her heavy breathing but then eventually gave in. She knew her face was red as it usually got whenever she did any form of cardio and that beads of sweat were falling from her temples. 

Max seemed quite familiar on the trail which was a sign that he had walked this many times before. She would have known if Kelly had been out here before as it would have been on her social media feed or she would have told Blake all about it when she was once her assistant but it seemed like it was just a slice of Max’s life that he didn’t share with many people, and here she was. 

“Just up a little further.” Max called from in front of her. His flashlight was now discarded back in his bag as the sky was beginning to turn lighter, though it was still dark when you looked through the trees. They passed several different viewing platforms on the walk before Max started to slow down and veer off the path slightly. Blake’s calves were burning as she followed behind, the incline working her legs just that little bit more but it was so worth it. She felt oddly relaxed, that she didn’t have to try and be someone she wasn’t. God, if this is how walks, exercise or hikes do for your mind then she needed to do it more often. “Okay, before I show you, you need to trust me and close your eyes.” Blake raised an eyebrow, looking at Max as she stood near a little less notable path leading through some thinning trees. “Do you trust me?”

“I mean, I think I trust you?” Max chuckled as he looked down at Blake. She looked absolutely confused as she stood beside him, her face flushed red with a sheen of sweat. His jacket never looked better than it did on her, the sleeves pushed up slightly as it was hot on the steep walk but still cold enough to not warrant just wearing a shirt. “Max, it feels like you’re going to kill me or something and I don’t think you should be doing this on a date.” Blake, for one, didn’t realise that she used the word. Max, however, stilled as the word slipped out of her lips. He said nothing about it. 

“Do you trust me, Blake?”

“I trust you Max.” She finally spoke before squeezing her eyes shut hesitantly and clamping a hand over them just in case she decided to peek. She was only human after all. Max grabbed her free hand, the girl jumping at the sudden touch at first before relaxing, allowing him to guide her to wherever it was he was taking her. Max spoke softly as he instructed her to move her feet over roots and rocks. This was a place he came by himself to unwind so he wasn’t too sure why he went through the effort of taking her out here when they weren’t even dating. No one else knew about this place besides his sister and mother and yet here he was, leading Blake through the trees so he could show her a sunrise in France. 

To anyone passing by it would look like a very romantic gesture, which it absolutely was. In Blake’s mind she was overthinking everything; was she breathing too loud for Max? Was her hand sweaty? Does she smell like sweat? Max was also in his head, going over all the things that could possibly go wrong; was he coming on too strong? Was his hands clammy? The two seemed to be hyper focused on their own thoughts as Max guided Blake into a small clearing that overlooked mountains and with the sun rising causing a spectacular sunrise that he forgot to mention a tree root that was sticking out, causing Blake to trip. 

Her hand over her eyes pushed out in front of her, reaching for something to grab a hold on to in order for her to stop falling. There was a reason Max was the number one in his sport and it was partially for his insane reflexes which helped aid him in catching Blake as she tripped. He clutched onto her hand that was already in his palm and he grabbed a hold of her bicep as she fell into him, her free hand that she was holding over her eyes now above his heart which began thumping at the sudden movements. 

“Shit! Max, I am so sorry, are you okay?” Of course he was okay. He caught her before she could even hit the ground and that was all that mattered. Of course someone as selfless as Blake would be more concerned about someone else over themselves. She looked up at him frantically, her back facing towards the sunset and her body pressed into Max’s as he held onto her. 

“Yes, of course I’m okay. Are you?” He was more concerned about Blake, looking back to the root she tripped on. She could have seriously injured herself if he didn’t catch her. There were rocks and roots and sticks everywhere in his little clearing. 

“I mean you’re pretty terrible at guiding a blind person- Whoa.” Blake pushed herself slightly away from Max, turning her head and soon her body as she took in the view behind her. Snow-capped mountains in the background are decorated with large green trees, grey and black rocks. The sky was a mix of warm colours; oranges, pinks and yellows. She felt the warmth of the sun as it rose from behind the mountains, slowly beginning to cast more light through the trees, taking a bite off the cold winter morning. Max watched as she stood in awe, basking in the warmth of the sun, taking in the view. “It’s ethereal.” Blake almost whispered, her body still so close to Max’s that he wanted nothing more than to slide his arms around her waist, drop his chin on her shoulder and just be in her company with no expectation of conversation. 

“It really is.” He muttered, just loud enough for Blake to hear. Max had come here many times during his breaks, it was his little peaceful place to come when he needed to unwind away from the city, away from being Max Verstappen. He had recalled the first time he stumbled upon this small clearing off the beaten path, he had recalled every sunrise and sunset he had witnessed. Max was lucky enough to have travelled the world far and wide, seeing the cool tones and the warm tones that the sky had coloured. He had a memory for every sunrise and sunset he had witnessed; the first time he got a seat in Formula One, his first win, his first Championship, when his sister told him she was having a baby. All these important milestones he had linked to a view similar to this. They all had their own story. He had seen the sunrises many times before but this one was ten times different, and it was easily his favourite.

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Homewrecker - MV1 Part Five

Summary: “i’m the worlds best driver.”

Warnings: slight flirting, shitty writing my bad 

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 1.2k

Taglist: @ravenqueen27​, @octaviareina​, @formula1mount​, @evans-dejong​, @ditttiii​, @vita-di-moda​, @imheretoread​, @alwaysclassyeagle​

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART SIX​

During the break Blake spent her time travelling. She had quite a large amount in her savings with her new job compared to when she worked with Kelly and had a travelling allowance, working away from family and meal allowances which allowed her to save, so she spent it the only way she saw fit, exploring and immersing herself in new cultures and countries. The latest country? Monaco. 

She knew a handful of people that lived in Monaco and had free accommodation which was incredible given it would have cost her a fortune to get a hotel or airbnb itself. Lewis was overseas somewhere and had kindly offered up the guest bedroom of his Monaco home. He cared immensely for the girl so it was a no brainer and at least he knew that his house was being looked after while he was away. 

Blake spent the first couple of days inside, exploring some of the localities around Lewis’ home. She had seen a handful of people she knew that were either exploring during their downtime such as A-lister celebrities to Formula One drivers who would go out of their way to greet her, ask how she was and vice versa. She never knew that a year prior she would be in this position. Thanks to a lot of her tags from George or Carmen she had also gained a lot of social media followers that also recognised her and asked for pictures, which was how Max knew Blake was in Monaco.

He wouldn’t say he was stalking her, but he did check to see if she uploaded a new post or story at least once a day. Again, he wasn't stalking, just checking out her tagged photos. He was interested in what she was doing throughout the break. He wanted to reach out on numerous occasions but also wanted to give Blake some space.

Max wanted to make a plan, to stumble into Blake whilst on a walk in Lewis’ side of Monaco (which makes it sound like they stay confined to their two areas but really the two rival drivers were friendly with one another) but it seemed as if luck was on his side as he turned around, thanking the barista for taking his order to see Blake sitting at a table all by herself, immersed in a book and waiting on her food to come from the number that was on the table. She looked stunning, so effortlessly gorgeous and she was always so unaware of her own beauty. No matter where she was she never looked like a tourist, she looked like she belonged.

Looking up from her book Blake felt as if she could feel someone staring at her. She was used to some stares as she was aware of her social media following but this felt like a great warm hug, something she was clearly not used to. She looked around the cafe discreetly, her eyes flickering over couples, groups of friends and tourists before they landed on a tall male, a number in his hand. 

“Blake!” Looking up she locked eyes with Max. She wasn’t too sure what to do but a smile rose to her face almost instantly. He looked bright during his break, like he finally had some time to wind down and just enjoy his free time after winning his second World Championship. It was refreshing to see Max wearing normal civilian clothing rather than his racing suit or other Red Bull Racing uniform pieces he was to wear throughout race weekends. 

“Max, you look good.” Blake finally spoke, walking a little closer so they could enjoy a conversation without too many people listening in on their conversation. She noticed the cafe was beginning to fill up and she had a free seat so gestured towards it. “Please, sit.” The two hadn’t spoken properly since the night on the roof but Blake was aware that Max wasn’t talking to any other women, not that she should mind since she wasn’t in love with him, though it did warm her up inside for some strange reason. 

“It’s been a while, how have you been?” Max sat down in front of her, placing his number next to Blake’s. He watched as she placed her bookmark inside her book and placed it inside a tote bag that sat on the floor beside her seat. He wasn’t too sure how to initiate a conversation with her, especially after a long time of lack of communication between the two but the fact that she offered a seat at her table meant something, surely. 

“I’ve been well. I’ve been doing some travelling, I’m currently watching over Lewis’ house while he’s away. It’s been good. I haven’t ventured very far around Monaco yet but it looks gorgeous.” Blake commented, smiling when a waitress came with both of their drinks; an iced latte for Blake and a hot coffee for Max. “I suspect you’ve been a very busy man?” Max thanked the waitress and lifted the drink to his lips. He shook his head as he placed his coffee down and sighed.

“No, I don’t get up to much, if i’m honest. Just keep up with my training regime, visit family. I live quite a boring life, if I'm honest with you Blake.” Blake let out a snort and nodded. She could understand where he was coming from; all she did in her free time was work out when she could, attempt to keep her plants and herbs alive, hang out with his closest friends which happened to be Carmen, George and Lewis and read. Not that exciting. 

“Well,” Blake began, noticing how Max’s eyebrows rose up with sudden interest. “I’m here for another week. If you find yourself bored and want something exciting to do I would much rather see Monaco with a friend.” Blake’s eyes flickered past Max to a few other tables, noticing some people settling their eyes on Max and whispering between their groups. She offered them a sweet smile when they noticed and turned away blushing from being caught. She was sure some fan accounts would eat this interaction right up. 

“And if I have a sneaking suspicion that I will get bored after I have lunch.” Max gave a cheeky grin over to Blake. He grew excited with the prospect of finally getting some one-on-one time with Blake but didn’t want to come off too strong. He had a lot of time to reflect, a lot of time to come to terms that we treated her like shit when she worked with Kelly and there was no excuse for that behaviour. He promised to prove to her that he did love her and if beginning as friends was where their love story started then he would be friends with her for as long as it takes. If anything, he wanted to start off as friends first. He saw no point in being in a relationship with someone he wouldn’t want to be friends with. 

“Well then, I suppose you’ll have to show me all of Monaco’s hidden gems, won’t you Max? But we’re driving, I’m not walking.” 

“You’re in luck then, I’m the world's best driver.”

the next part will be better i promise

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Hello everyone!

So sorry for the lack of updates I promise there will be one tomorrow! I had a 14hr shift today and it’ll be like that for the rest of the week ;((( max homewrecker part5 will be out sometime this week as well as a second lance and part two to how they ask you out on a date/you ask them out

in the mean time how is everyone? thank you for all the reads, likes, reblogs efc etc

is anyone from aus going to gtm??? also who went to the 1975 in Sydney on Sunday?!?

love you all, stay safe x

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how they ask you out/how you ask them out - part one

Carlos Sainz:

Ezekiel was the first to notice that the two of you were interested in one another, though you would both deny it. He wasn’t annoyed with the fact that his best friend might have feelings for his sister, out of everyone Carlos was the one man that wasn’t family he would trust with you and it went the other way, Ezekiel knew you weren’t someone that was only interested in him for the life he could promise you. So, he made it a small mission of his to set the two of you up during the holiday season. 

The two of you had been stealing glances at one another throughout the small and intimate Christmas Eve dinner that Ezekiel and his wife, Magdalena, had planned. The kids were now tucked away in bed, excited for the next morning where they would receive their presents from Santa. The four adults now sat in the cosy living room, Magdalena tucked under Ezekiel’s arm. You and Carlos were on opposite ends of the other couch, both yearning for what the other two had. 

“Sorry we didn’t make it out to see the lights, I know how much you loved that before you moved.” You shrugged your shoulders, sending your older brother a soft smile. 

“I’m just happy the kids are in bed at a good time for you. Always next year.” Carlos knew that this was his opening, though he needed to make it seem friendly, especially that they were seated in front of his best friend and her older brother. 

“I have nothing else to do tonight. How about I take you?” You couldn’t hide your blushing cheeks fast enough and had hoped that he wouldn’t notice it. Ezekiel tried to contain his excitement, his wife elbowing him in the stomach to quieten him down. “What do you say?”

“I’ll go get a jacket.”

Charles Leclerc:

“You just gonna stand there or introduce yourself?”

Charles wasn’t used to extroverted girls in clubs. He knew they liked to play coy, give him signals using their eyes from across the room in the hopes it would make them look alluring, mysterious, and yeah, sometimes it did work. But he was just taken back as she stopped dancing and looked at him. Her friends continued dancing, forming a circle behind her yet still keeping a close eye on her in case she showed signs of being uncomfortable. 

“Charles Leclerc. And you are?” You bore a grin on your face, your eyes floating from the shoes he wore to the top of his hair. 

“Emotionally unavailable, incredibly high maintenance and not from around here.” He seemed confused at first before letting out a chuckle, the music bringing either more people in to dance or to see who caught the attention of the Ferrari driver. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell you my name if you take me somewhere nice.” Charles tapped his pockets feeling everything he needed inside; his wallet, his phone, his car keys. What did he have to lose? It wasn’t as if this was the start to some sort of fairytale. No, this was simply going to be a fling for the two of them, no matter how much she was intriguing. One night will have to do. 

“Where would you like to go, belle?” Charles questioned, smirking as your cheeks flushed red. 

“You're the local, you get to decide.”

“If I get to pick then this might become a date.” He was feeling cocky, sure of himself. 

“Better make my last night here worth it.” You had a funny feeling about this and not in the ‘this guy might take me somewhere secluded and kill me’ way, but in a way you felt an immense amount of excitement. 

Daniel Ricciardo: 

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad, am I?” Daniel was having a rather bad day. Not only did you beat him to his favourite car spot yet again but his ex was creating and spreading horrible rumours about him. Everyone knew his character, what he was like and knew he would never in a million years cheat on his partner so it hurt that Heidi would stoop that low to try and get back at him. Their relationship had simply run its course, it was nothing malicious, or so he thought. 

You were tasked with getting some data from the fan favourite driver and he was being nothing but rude and arrogant. You and Daniel had never really seen eye to eye much to the dismay of your uncle but you kept everything professional for the sake of your job. You thought Daniel was exuberant and couldn’t understand why he didn’t like you. He seemed to ignore you before finally sighing. 

“Just having a shit day.”

“Well, you seem to be having a shit day all the time. You can either let it get to you, let it consume you or you can bounce back, show whatever is making you all hot and broody and moody that you’re so much better without them.” Daniel looked up from the simulator chair and right at you, knowing you were right. “Go out and get a drink with some friends or something.”

“I don’t really have anyone here at the moment. They’re either all back home or racing or, yeah. Lame, hey?” You had never seen Daniel this down before and you weren’t a fan. You’d much rather him glare at you, beep his horn at you when you take his beloved park, just anything but mopey and sad. 

“Well then how about you come to mine? I have wine, tequila, beer and two parking spaces so we don’t have to battle it out to get the best one.” You offered. Daniel knew from other workers that you were bubbly, incredibly kind and friendly and this was his first time experiencing it, when he wasn’t letting his own ego get the best of him. “It’s not a date, so don’t let that get to your head. Just a nice person offering a few hours to forget about what’s going on. What do you say?”

“Tequila you said?”

George Russell:

For the most part you would stay home with your mother and two brothers but on the occasion you would surprise and visit your father throughout the season. You were quite lucky in the fact that you could work from wherever; travelling, home, in a park or cafe. Being a travel blogger meant that visiting your father and step-mother was literally a part of your job. You documented the second last race of the 2022 season which was a delight for your fans that were familiar with your father and with Formula One. Whenever you travelled to visit and watch a race you made it so it was like a travelling special. It was your first time in Sāo Paulo and it was the first win for Mercedes and George for the season. 

George was over the moon, absolutely elated with the win and to be standing on the podium. He was surrounded by people ever since he finished the race with reporters wanting to congratulate him, with his teammate and team principal wanting to start the celebrations early. He had noticed that with every race he was in where he did well, finishing on the podium regardless of whether it was third, second or first place, you were always there, cheering him on from the back of the pit. It was almost as if you were a lucky charm, seeing you would always encourage a good race.

You heard a knock at your hotel room door as you were getting dressed for the dinner and drinks that was organised on behalf of George’s win by her father and Susie. You knew it would turn into one big party after a few hours so wanted to wear something comfortable but lightweight. You hair was parted in a messy bun as you got up from the chair where you had all your makeup stationed, walking to the door to open it without looking through the peephole. You were shocked at first but offered a bright smile. 

“George! Congratulations!” He was still in his racing suit meaning he only just got back to the hotel after the end of the race press conference and interviews. “You should go have a shower! We only have an hour and a half until we’re to meet everyone downstairs.” He just stood there, looking at her whilst she rambled on. “George?” He seemed to break out of his trance. “Is everything okay?”

“Let me take you out sometime? Just us, no one else. Like a date. Actually, I don't want it to be ‘like’ a date, I want to take you out on a date.” He paused for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out and started again. “You have absolutely consumed every thought of mine ever since I met you and I want to get to know you more. I feel like I drive the best I can when you’re at a race, not saying I need you for me to win a race, oh goodness that sounds horrible. Y/N, may I take you out on a date?”

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the coming week

hello everyone!

from tomorrow i will be a little MIA as work is picking up a bit and i’m attending two concerts/festivals so updates will be a little small. i’ll try and get another max one outs soon and hopefully another oneshot for a driver!

thank you!

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with my imagines

hello everyone 

with my imagines (like how the react to seeing you for the first time, first kiss etc etc) i will not be including pierre, max or lance as they have their own series at the moment.

for the most part they will now be y/n inserts but i don’t really like to do y/e/c for your eye colour etc etc so i’ll but making it up myself lolz i also haven’t done imagines in like a hot minute last time i did it was only quotev YEARS ago but year i hope yall understand. eventually when i finish a series and a certain imagine wasn’t mentioned in the series i will do a catch up or a catch up with other drivers if requested.

if you have any requests please let me know! i appreciate all the love and reblogs, likes and comments i have gotten so far it is so so nice!!

love you all, stay safe xoxo

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My Princess

Summary: “is this treason?”

Warnings: nudity, suggestive themes, mild smut

Pairings: lando norris x oc

Requested: Yes/No

Word Count: 1.4k

It was quite unladylike of her to make these sounds, to be whining softly in his ear as he toyed with her, his lips taking over her neck with soft kisses and gentle bites. 

When she managed to sneak out for a posh dinner with her secret boyfriend she never imagined being snuck into his friend’s apartment to spend a night with him. It wasn’t hard to sneak out, at least as a Princess in the modern era, but it was still a pain to bypass her security. 

A small gasp emitted from Maria’s lips as he slid in, holding himself still when he was fully seated inside of her. She threw one arm around his neck, the other gripping onto the sheets beside her. He was her first anything; first date, first kiss, first ‘I love you’ and first person she had ever had sex with. It still took some getting used to months later, she was always completely forgetful of his large size. 

“Is this okay?” Lando whispered against Maria’s ear, the Princess nodding in response. They had been teasing each other all night from the moment that Maria had entered the restaurant from the back entrance to the moment Lando had snuck her into Charles’ apartment. She had been waiting all night for this. 

“Move, Lando.” Maria managed to get out as Lando went at an agonisingly slow pace. It was a wonderful feeling, of course, but she was much too needy. 

“Oh fuck! Lando is getting some.” The sudden addition of a third voice was enough to startle the two lovers, Lando pulling out almost immediately and throwing the duvet over their body. He sat up, turning to Charles in a way to sort of shield Maria from him. They hadn’t told anyone that they were together. Charles seemed to catch a glimpse of the woman in his guest bedroom with Lando, his eyes widening when he realised who she was. “Is this treason if I run around and tell everybody I just caught Lando and the Princess of Monaco in bed together?” 

Maria held the bed sheets up to her chest, looking over Lando’s body as he did his best to shield her. Charles had barged into the room after Lando had failed to join a livestream and answer all his phone calls. Lando was waiting for his apartment to be ready and had happily taken Charles up on the offer of the spare bedroom which was pretty much his own side of the Ferrari driver’s apartment. 

“How did you even sneak in here in the first place?” Charles stood in the doorway, a look of shock still present on his face as he looked between the two before turning away, embarrassed that he caught himself staring a little too long. “What!?” The man exclaimed, shaking his head and turning around. “I have to tell the boys!” 

It had been a long time coming, telling the world that the Princess of Monaco was dating a Formula One race car driver and had a secret relationship for a year at that. They had a good year of sneaking in and out of hotel rooms, secret trips together where they would post at different times to throw everyone off their course. It was hard work, incredibly draining too. 

Lando turned around in the bed, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before bouncing out of the bed, pulling his pants up from where his clothes were scattered on the floor. She was a little annoyed, she didn’t even get to cum. To death with edging. 

“I’ll be back. I’ll make sure he won’t say anything, I promise.” Maria couldn’t even get a word out before he ran out after Charles. She let out a sigh, throwing herself back onto the soft mattress and linen covered pillow cases before she too decided to get out of bed and follow her boyfriend. 

Maria knew that the boys (the boys being George, Pierre, Alex, Charles and Lando as a collective) would either believe Charles’ word over Lando’s or they would just think it was some silly prank the two temporary roommates were trying to play on the others. Maria felt bad, she knew it was usually a night where the boys would live stream but she was to head out of the country for a few weeks with her family and wanted to spend one last night with Lando. 

“Everyone we found a wild Lando but we must postpone our livestream until, uh, until tomorrow night due to personal reasons.” Maria had put on her panties and Lando’s shirt as she made her way out of the bedroom, walking towards the other side of the apartment where she heard the chatter coming from. Charles sat in his chair, set up on one side of the room as Maria peered in around the door frame, blushing when she saw Lando’s bright red face. His hands were over his face as he was clearly trying to hide his embarrassment and contain his laughter. The other boys on the screen were all confused as to why the live stream was ending but read the private messages they received from Charles a moment later. 

Slowly, one by one, they all accepted Charles’ call into a private video chat, wanting answers from Lando. Charles went to speak, tell the group of friends what he saw, the news he had but Lando bounded over and slapped his hand over the driver’s lips, the boys laughing through the screen. 

“I have big news!” Charles managed to call out throughout his struggle with Lando, finally pushing him off. He stood beside Charles defeated. Maria was honestly surprised that Lando hadn’t confessed to her friends sooner, and she had made sure he knew that. She had only told one person, her closest friend Cressida who was a French model. “I caught Lando with a girl.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a doll, mate?” 

“Lando can’t talk to girls, he just laughs awkwardly at them.” Well, Alex’s joke wasn’t entirely wrong. 

Fuck it. They had been together a year and she knew how much Lando loved her, why not tell some of his closest friends. She walked through the doorway, Charles quickly looking away, embarrassed to have caught the youngest member of the royal family of his home country naked in bed with a close friend. Lando noticed Charles’ beet red face and turned, relaxing at the sight of Maria but also incredibly nervous. 

“You don’t have to.” Lando whispered, glancing to the screens to see that she was not yet in the frame that the other boys could see her. 

“He’s delusional, he's talking to himself now.” A chorus of laughter sounded through the room making Maria giggle a little. “Oh shit. It sounds like there is a girl there.” Maria came up behind Lando and lifted her head to sit on his shoulders, placing herself in the middle of Lando and Charles. She watched as the faces of all the boys on the screen went from smug to a look of shock. 

“He bagged the Princess of Monaco?” Pierre was the first to speak up. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Your highness? Majesty? Fuck!” Alex looked as if he was having an internal battle with himself. 

“Maria is just fine.” It was the first time she had ever heard of the boys being this quiet. 

“How much is he paying you?” George broke the silence, looking into the camera with a rather serious facial expression, the only hint of a joke being the slight twitch at the lips.

“Not enough if you ask me” Maria sent a playful wink back to the boys and turned to Lando, whispering in his ear. “I’m going back to bed. It was lovely briefly meeting you all. Charles, apologies for having you catch me in such a compromising position. You tell anyone what you saw and you will be dealt with appropriately.” He gulped in his chair, nodding as Maria walked away, waving goodbye. 

“She is frightening.” Charles mumbled as the boys laughed. 

“So, tell us everything. How long have you been together? How did this happen?” George asked the questions on everyone else’s mind. 

“A year. And it’s been the best year of my life.” Maria blushed as she waited just outside of the doorway and out of view. It melted her heart to hear the words come from Lando’s mouth, especially when he was talking to some of the most important people in his life. 

But, he was right. It was the best year of her life too and she hoped there were many more to come.

a/n

sorry big time i majorly suck at lando stuff but i hope i did the request justice!

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Homewrecker - MV1 Part Four

Summary: “i’m not some prize to be won.”

Warnings: apologetic max

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 2k

Taglist:  @octaviareina, @formula1mount @ravenqueen27 @evans-dejong

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE

It only really hit her a few weeks later that Max Verstappen was in love with her. 

The current reigning World Champion of Formula One was in love with her. Little old plain Jane Blake Collins. Blake Collins who had no surviving family. Blake Collins who had no serious relationships in her lifetime. She didn’t have anything to bring to the table, apart from the fact that she was incredibly organised and had an incredible memory. 

So, it came as a surprise that the first time Max had ever sought her out was as the clock struck twelve on the thirtieth of November, marking Blake’s twenty-third lap around the sun. 

maxverstappen1: happy birthday, blake.

It was simple, civil and weird. 

The last time she had seen Max had been when he was about to punch George in the face and she had been avoiding him ever since. Kelly had been at the last race in São Paulo to try and rekindle things but from what Blake heard through the grapevine it didn’t end well with Kelly rushing home with a red tear stained face and shielding herself from all news outlets. 

Blake had tried to reach out to Kelly but she was soon blocked on all accounts and numbers. It was heartbreaking to say the least. Blake had obviously not been aware of Max’s feelings towards herself and she thought she was close enough to Kelly to speak things out. She chose to focus on her relationships with her new found family at Mercedes. She had become fast friends with Carmen, George’s girlfriend and loved how Carmen would always joke about leaving George from Blake. 

She kept looking at the message from Max, noticing that she had somehow followed him over the course of the last few weeks, probably by accident or by some dare that George, Carmen or some of the other drivers made whilst drunk. She also noticed that underneath his username and under the small green dot he was still in the chat. She couldn’t leave him left on read now. 

blake_collins98: thank you

It was simple, sweet and civil. 

She got little to no sleep that night, the message from Max on her mind as she lay away in her hotel room. She went over everything that was planned for the race day and end of season conferences, interviews and got everything ready for the end of year. She knew she would have plenty of time but whilst she was wide awake there was no time like the present. She eventually found sleep, waking up to a soft knock on the door. She left it for a few seconds, pleased with the fact that there was no other attempt to disturb her. 

Blake still had a fair while before she had to get motivated and start work but found herself wondering what the knocking could have been. She walked to the door, peering through the hole to find no one standing there but opened the door just in case. There sat a bouquet of sunflowers mixed in with roses and baby's breath. It smelled incredibly fresh but it was also paired with a few different pastries and a fruit platter. If you knew Blake you would know that she was a room service connoisseur and she knew for certain that this was not just any room service. She looked around the hallway to see no one and opted to pick up the flowers and the tray. She would never turn down free food.

Setting the flowers on a bench, a small piece of paper fell out from in between the stems and to the ground. She bent down, opening the small envelope to read the message. It was in an unfamiliar scrawl;

happy birthday blake. meet me on the roof of the hotel tonight at 11:50pm

There was no sign off to identify who it was that sent the flowers. Everyone knew her favourite combo, she would gush over them every time Lewis, George and even Alex would engage in a friendly rivalry to make her feel loved and wanted when she had her cycle but this? This was a whole other ballpark. 

The race came and went with Max taking his second consecutive World Championship title, George and Lewis coming fourth and sixth respectfully. She had received many bouquets of sunflowers and roses from mechanics, engineers, other advisors in the company and across the other racing teams. She had many bottles of alcohol she would have to send back to her small apartment in England that was barely unpacked from all the travelling she had been doing. She had never felt more loved and validated in her life. She felt like she belonged. 

She sat in her room after disappearing from the afterparty, staring down at the note. Despite all the season rivalries, all the crashes, all the empty threats exchanged, everyone was celebrating the end of the season whether or not it was at the big afterparty for Max or with their own little teams and friendship groups. As Blake was leaving, she recalled seeing Toto in a drunk haze trying to get Susie to dance with him. She told no one she was leaving and no one where she was going.

Blake remained in the same clothes as she was partying and drinking in; a long pair of wide leg pants with a muted green print on it, a black mock neck top and just a pair of nice boots. Her hair was in a bun to help alleviate any sweat she would usually have on her neck had it been down. She was comfortable and that's all that mattered to her. She had ten minutes until she had to be on the roof to meet with the mystery person. It could go one of two ways; it could be a secret admirer that was going to confess their undying love for her or it could be a stalker and she could potentially die. Either way, she grabbed a bottle of Moët and Chandon, some Guylian seashell chocolates. She took them with her and made her way out of her room and to the elevator. 

A number of teams were in the same hotel, making it nearly impossible to run into fans of the sport. She smiled at some of the engineers, advisors and drivers as they came in and out of the elevator to head to their rooms, obviously buzzing from the drinks and the afterparty. She arrived to the roof, a small breeze welcoming her as she looked around. No one else was up there, only a number of empty booths with outdoor lounge furniture to keep her company for the time being. She picked a booth that overlooked the circuit, watching as the clean up crew had begun to clean up the circuit. She cursed herself for not bringing a jacket with the breeze and she tried her best to shield herself from the winds as she cornered herself in the booth. The only light provided was from surrounding buildings. Blake was surprised no one had even come up here after the afterparty.

Blake had left her phone in her room so she couldn’t tell how long it would take for this mystery person to arrive or even if she was getting stood up. She tried to calm her nerves by opening the packer of chocolates, one by one followed by a swig of her Moët. She was sure it was a glorious sight to behold. 

“I’m surprised you came.” Startled, Blake jumped in her seat as the voice came from behind her. The packet of chocolates bounced off her outstretched legs and landed off to the side of the booth. She turned, noticing Max in the same clothes from his celebration. She furrowed her eyebrows as she twisted her body to look at him. 

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be back down there?” Blake questioned, her eyes following Max as he walked around and sat on the opposite side of the booth. He noticed her shivering right away, fumbling to get his jacket off and pass it to her. She went to protest but she could feel the warmth from his own body radiating off the jacket and it was just too damn enticing. 

“They won’t notice that I’m gone.”

“Well, I’m supposed to be meeting someone and-”

“You’re supposed to be meeting me, Blake.” Blake stared at him, his jacket clearly a few sizes bigger than her frame but she was warm nonetheless. “I sent the flowers.” Blake thought that deep down she knew it was Max but played it off as someone else because she wasn’t too sure what to expect. 

“I don’t understand.” Blake confessed, leaning over to place the bottle of Champagne on the glass top table. 

“I knew it was the only way I could talk to you, without any distractions, without you running away and avoiding me.” This was the first in person conversation with Max that was civil. There was no glaring, no death stares, no scoffing or rolling of the eyes. It felt nice, though again, Blake wasn’t too sure what to expect from this. 

“There's been a reason for that, Max. You’ve threatened my friends, you’ve ruined my relationship with someone who I thought was my friend, my family. You’ve made me out to be some homewrecker. I don’t know what to think.” Max looked down as the palm of his hands in his lap before looking back up, directly into Blake’s eyes. She thought she would feel intimidated by the look after all his past glares but she felt…Warm? He looked apologetic.

“I have no excuse, I know that.” Blake burrowed herself into his jacket, waiting for Max to continue. “But I want to make things right.”

“Why do you love me? You never bothered to get to know me when I was working with Kelly so I just don’t understand.” It was a valid question, but Max had the answers. He seemed to chuckle to himself, it seemed obvious. And perhaps it was to him. 

“You don’t care for the life Kelly wanted. You love meeting people, making people laugh, smile, happy. You are a beacon as soon as you walk into a room and everyone gravitates towards you, no matter what. I know lots about you, through Kelly, through Penelope. I know you love sunflowers and roses with baby’s breath because yellow, red and white are your favourite colours. I know you want a dog but want to own a house before getting one, I know you love to cook rather than go out. I know things about you, Blake, more than you realise.” Max finished, looking at Blake expectantly. 

“That’s not really giving me an answer Max, make me understand.” He pushed himself from the position on the couch and moved closer to her. Blake wanted to back away, create some sort of distance between the two but instead her heart started to beat faster. “I can’t give you what Kelly had. I’m no model, I rent an apartment, I have no living family. I’m sure this is all just a phase, Max.” 

“I thought it was a phase, at the very start. But then I found myself wishing I was taking you out on trips or to fancy restaurants, it was you that I wanted to celebrate a win with. I don’t want Kelly, I want Blake Collins, I want you.” It was romantic, that much Blake could admit, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily. She wasn’t even sure where Max stood in her life. Did she have feelings for him? She certainly didn’t hate it. 

“I’m not some prize to be won, I’m not a possession you just have. I’m not even sure I even like you as a friend.” Max clenched his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew he fucked up with his words, with his explanation. 

“No, no. You’re right, I didn’t mean it like that. Look, I can’t take back anything I did or say and I regret that, I really do. But let me have one chance, one chance to get this right. One chance to prove to you.”

“One chance, Verstappen, and it’s not going to be easy.”

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Hiiii when's the next update for max's?

Hi! Most likely in the next day or so!

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Always - CS55

Summary: “right person, always.”

Warnings: heartbreak, sad carlos, mention of terminal illness/death

Pairings: carlos sainz x oc

Word Count: 660

He was all hers when the season was over. 

He was all hers when he wanted to get away. 

He was all her when family and friends were too much and he needed love from someone else. 

He was her greatest kept secret but also his biggest heartbreak. 

She was all his when the reality of his job, his name became all too much.

She was warmth, she was comfort, she was normalcy, she was home. 

“Maybe in another life.” Seemed to be the best way to describe their relationship. It would never work, it would never see the light of day beyond her tiny one bedroom apartment. He cherished the memories they shared from showing her how to cook his favourite dishes that reminded him of her youth to the two of them dancing around in her plant covered living room to the sound of Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams.

He listened as she sung off key along with the words. He loved the life she was so full of, wanting to be a reason for her to laugh, to love, to smile at.

He wanted to promise her the world. 

He wanted to watch her grow old, tell their children stories of their youth, their very own love story. 

He wanted to buy her everything she could ever desire; a beautiful sapphire ring, a house with more rooms than she could count and a greenhouse in the yard for her to continue growing all the plants she owned and more.

He wanted to watch her walk down the aisle, their families and friends being present when they became one entity. 

“Promise me, Carlos.” 

“I promise.”

He would always keep her promises. He would kill himself if he ever broke one. 

He remembered all the promises he kept. Promise me you’ll win the race, promise me you’ll take me to see this movie or that restaurant, promise me you love me, promise me you’ll move on. 

He wasn’t too sure how he could move on. He wasn’t too sure he wanted to move on. 

Carlos loved her with every ounce of his being. 

Carlos loved her more than racing, loved her more than the red suit he wore, more than paella his father made, more than the first warm sun after a cold winter, more than life itself. 

He could only visit so much throughout the season, it was one of his biggest regrets. He should have taken the year off, to spend as much time with her before it all started going downhill. 

She was always beautiful to him, no matter what. From when her long, brown wavy locks turned into a bald head, from her gorgeous voluptuous shape to her frail skin and bone. He would love her no matter what she looked like, she was always his greatest love.

He clutched on her hand, the soft melody of the first song they ever danced to playing in the background. Tears welled in his eyes as she looked down at him, her body sitting up against the pillows. 

“Carlos,” Her voice sounded so far away yet she was never closer in this moment. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her but knew this would be one of the last chances he had. “Remember me in a nice dress.” Her breath was so frail. “Remember me in the sunsets.” He felt her squeeze his hand, though it was incredibly weak. 

“I will.” A single tear dropped, rolling down his cheek. She gave a weak knowing smile. “I wish there was more time.” 

“I enjoyed all the time we shared, Carlos. Promise me, Carlos. Promise me you will fall in love, marry a beautiful girl, give her the world. Promise me.” He didn’t want to marry another, he wanted her. Her always. It would always be her. 

“I promise.” He did anyway. No matter what, he would never break a promise. 

“It’s time, Carlos. Right time, right person, always.”

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Limelight - LS18

Summary: “you’ll get your flowers my dear.”

Warnings: some shameless flirting, a cocky oc 

Pairings: lance stroll x oc

Word Count: 1311

She recalled the first time she ever encountered the Stroll family. 

It was at a joint gala to raise money for children with terminal illnesses and her parents, who were incredibly notable in the car collection and curating community, wished to donate a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 in a cherry red colour. It was one of the most expensive items up for grabs and had all its original interior in pristine condition. It gained quite a number of public attention, for a good reason, and all donations were given to the foundation they were sponsoring. It was that night that a young Piper Broadstone had encountered a young Lance Stroll, the boy in his late teens and too cool to speak to girls. 

It wasn’t until years later that the two families attended yet another high profile event, this time with Piper placing a bet and winning a one-on-one date and drive with Lance Stroll himself. She wasn’t too sure on how she would organise this one-on-one date as she found herself drinking too much champagne and dancing with her mother and friends. She honestly could have approached Lance but instead chose to admire from a distance, sneaking a look whenever she could. 

Piper had honestly forgotten about the auction until she received a message request in her private messages on her Instagram.

lance_ stroll: you know, if you really wanted to come for a cruise or a date you could have just messaged me on this

and its free too

Piper admired his cheeky flirting and it seemed that he was also somewhat eager to see what the date had to offer. Of course it was all up to Lance to provide the date and to showcase his driving skills, all Piper had to do was dress the part and just show up. 

itspiperbroadstone: i did it for the kids, mr stroll, don’t let it get to your head

kind of silly that you had to ask for an auction to get me to go on a date with you. you could have messaged me on this 

lance_stroll: bold of you to assume i want a date with you

itspiperbroadstone: why else would you message me at nine at night out of nowhere? 

lance_stroll: touche 

tomorrow at 11am, casual, braided hair may be best (car purposes only)

do you prefer lunch or dinner for the date?

itspiperbroadstone: we love a dominant king

lets do food after the drive tomorrow, you know, make sure it’s all in one day otherwise you might fall in love with me

lance_stroll: im certain you’ll be falling for me 

our parents will love the combined fortune 

itspiperbroadstone: old money nepo babies 

pick me up in the vantage xoxo

i want flowers too

i paid 50k i should at least get some flowers

lance_stroll: you’ll get your flowers my dear 

Casual to someone like Piper was a lot different to someone that didn’t live in an expensive penthouse in Canada. Of course Piper understood that casual was just a term to dress a lot more relaxed but she still needed to dress to impress. She followed the latest trends and embarrassingly fed into fast fashion so she was dressed all in just a pair of jeans with a baggy graphic shirt to pair. It was a nice sunny day so she neglected to bring a jacket as she walked out of her apartment complex, bidding her doorman a farewell and towards the Aston Martin Vantage she could only guess was Lance’s. 

He was leaning against his car, also in a rather casual outfit in a pair of jeans, brown boots and an all grey shirt. In his hands he held a bouquet of flowers, a mix of daisies, babies breath, camellias and a few other variations. He wore a large smile on his face as Piper approached, embracing the girl in a quick and gentle hug, a kiss to the cheek and then pulled away gracefully. 

“I wasn’t too sure what flowers you liked so I got a bit of everything.” Lance confessed, though he had secretly looked through all of her social media to find some sort of hint. It was in her highlights. 

“Thank you, Lance. They’re beautiful.” Piper hated to admit that she was blushing and instead hid her face in the flowers, disguising the action by sniffing the flowers. They smelled incredibly fresh. There was nothing like the smell of fresh flowers. “So, what have you got planned for us today?” Lance opened her door like a gentleman and held her flowers as she strapped herself in before closing the door when she was settled. He ran to the other side, climbing into the passenger seat and started his car, one of his prized possessions. 

“Well, I have a couple of cars for me to drive you around in at the track and then I’ll see how you go-”

“Driving one? You're letting me drive a Formula One car?” Lance chuckled in response, pulling into the lane and heading towards the Montreal track. 

“No, you can’t operate one of those. I’ve got a couple of other cars, much safer cars to take you in and for you to drive.” Lance’s eyes remained on the road for the most part as they drove through town. His car was enough to get some stairs and rightfully so; it was a beautiful car, anyone could appreciate that, and it was the biggest flex of all. Not many people owned a car such as the vantage, not even Piper of her family, though they did own a few Aston Martins. She looked out at the window, admiring the city she was born and raised in. The two settled into a peaceful silence as they continued to the track. It was not awkward, at least from Piper’s perspective. 

The 'Date’ was great PR for not only Piper and Lance but for their families, for the charity in which the money from the bid was going to and for Formula One itself. There were film crews at the ready, organised photographers to capture the two in and out of the cars, cameras and microphones set up inside the cars to capture the reactions of the two. 

Piper was genuinely enjoying herself, even though her braided hair was becoming a mess and she laughed rather obnoxiously in front of Lance. 

Lance was also having a great time. He never really got to show off his skills in older modelled cars let alone with a pretty girl beside him. He liked to glance over as he drifted around a corner, watching her absolutely lose herself into the atmosphere. It was something he found himself wanting to see more, yearning to see more. So, he hated it when their drive had ended and it was Piper’s turn to drive. 

She got into the first car, the pair strapping themselves in. She quickly posed for a camera pointing towards them and then turned on the ignition. 

“You can drive stick?” Lance questioned, Piper only nodding in response before taking off. She had devised a plan, starting off slow to get Lance to think she was nervous. She took it easy around the corners before she found herself approaching the hairpin after turn nine. She started accelerating, going faster and faster by the second before drifting the car almost expertly around the hairpin and turn ten. She couldn’t wait to see the footage once it was released of Lance's reaction. She finished the circuit, stopping at the pit in front of the cameras and getting out, throwing her hands in the air almost as if she was a racer herself. 

“Where did you learn to drive like that?” Lance questioned once the two of them were finally helmet free. 

“My parents are car collectors and curators, you learn a thing or two.”

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I love your max series!! i just read part 3 and i'll be reading the next update!!

ahhh thank you so much! this means the world to me