For the past 7 years writing has been one of the biggest parts of my life, it’s a part of me I cherish and adore since it has allowed me to explore a creative side of me I am forever proud of.
But, for the past year or so I’ve experienced what I initially thought to be numerous writer blocks, pushing myself to keep creating, to keep imagining, to keep writing when in reality there was more to it. Even though it took me time I came to the realization writing is no longer such a big part of me. What I once used as an escape from my reality, what were once stories I would zone out to and imagine to make life a little more bearable...aren’t needed anymore. It’s so bittersweet, I will never regret being able to experience this, create and share but I am equally so proud of myself for identifying and being able to reclaim something that recently I was no longer doing for myself but to please others.
I am eternally grateful for giving myself the chance to explore this part of me and share it with the world. I am also so grateful for every single reader here, weather you got to know my work through my Draco fics, or my Jay Halstead fics, my Druig fics or my most extensive work yet my F1 fics either on Wattpad or Tumblr THANKYOU.
What does this mean for @changetyre?
Is this the end? No. I’m not quite ready to completely close this chapter of my life but it does mean the time I spend writing will decrease significantly.
I have stories I want to finish, new imagines I want to write but all AT MY OWN PACE. Which means posting frequency will be very irregular because;
I’ll write when I feel inspired and I’ll post IF I feel like sharing.
Hey sweetheart, are you okay? I was wondering if there's a chance you could do a part two of this oneshot (https://www.tumblr.com/changetyre/754447240430485504/ill-never-forgive-myself-ii-mafiacarlos-sainz-x?source=share)
I know you're going through a tough block and I'll understand if you can't, so thanks anyway.
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I'll never forgive myself II Mafia!Carlos Sainz X Reader
SUMMARY: Despite reaching out to you after blowing up for the incident with his son Carlos notices things are different with you, you become distant and he tries to find a way to mend things. Part 1 HERE
WARNINGS: angst/comfort.
A/N: Sorry for the late reply ;)
Carlos stood by the large window of his office, the city's skyline shimmering in the distance, but his thoughts were far from the beautiful view. His hands were tucked deep into his pockets, his shoulders tense. The room was silent, except for the occasional ticking of a clock on the wall, yet the quiet only made his thoughts louder. It had been days since the incident with Emanuel, but the image of you protecting his son while narrowly escaping harm still gnawed at him.
He had yelled at you. Blown up in a way that wasn't just harsh but cruel, completely disregarding your health and emotions. Even though he'd apologized, you hadn't been the same since.
Your name echoed in his mind now with every moment of your absence. You had become like a shadow in the house, moving through the halls quietly, barely speaking unless spoken to. You said you'd forgiven him, but he knew better than anyone that forgiveness didn't chase away the hurt.
He hated seeing you like this.
The guilt was worse than any business deal gone wrong, and betrayal he'd experienced before. Carlos had learned to control his emotions over the years, to never let weakness show. But when it came to you, that control seemed to crumble. He found himself thinking about the way your eyes darted away from him now, the way your voice grew smaller, quieter whenever he entered a room.
Even now, you were upstairs with Emanuel. Carlos could hear his son's laughter faintly echoing through the walls. You'd always had a way with Emanuel, a deep connection with him and it filled Carlos with both gratitude and envy.
Emanuel was naturally drawn to you like no one else, not even to Carlos himself. Your gentleness, your quiet strength, those were qualities Carlos admired, qualities he'd hoped Emanuel would learn from you among others.
He pushed himself away from the window and walked toward the door. This needed to change. He needed to change it.
Upstairs, You sat on the floor with Emanuel playing with his toy cars. His giggles were infectious, and you couldn't help but smile softly, even though your heart still ached with the memory of the incident. Emanuel was your light in the house, the one constant that made everything else bearable.
"Vroom!" Emanuel zoomed a car across the bedspread, his dark hair falling into his eyes reminding you of his father. He glanced up at you. "y/n are you okay?" he asked.
Your heart warmed at his caring personality, always attentive, gentle, and sweet. You smoothed a hand over his hair. "I'm fine, Manu. Just thinking that's all."
"You think a lot," he said innocently, his big brown eyes watching you just like his dads. "Daddy thinks a lot, too," he commented as he slid the car around.
At the mention of Carlos, your stomach tightened. The memory of his anger after the incident still felt fresh, even though you knew he hadn't meant to lash out like that. He was protective of Emanuel, fiercely so, and in his world, the dangerous world that he lived in, fear often manifested as anger. But that didn't make the actions hurt any less.
Emanuel climbed into your lap, his little arms wrapping around you. You hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of his shampoo. You had been with him since he was just a baby, through every milestone. He was more than just your charge. He was like your own child, in some ways.
"Daddy's sorry, you know," Emanuel mumbled against your shoulder as if he could read my thoughts. "He told me."
You felt a pang in your chest. "I know, Manu." I kissed the top of his head. But knowing something wasn't the same as feeling it.
Carlos lingered in the hallway, just outside Emanuel's room. He could hear his son talking to you, and a pang of jealousy stirred within him. Emanuel was so open with you. There was something about the way you nurtured him, soothed him, that often made Carlos feel inadequate as a father.
He hadn't meant to overhear the conversation, but once he did, it was impossible to ignore the tightening in his throat. Emanuel was defending him, telling you that he was sorry. A child shouldn't have to do that. Carlos had to fix this now.
He knocked softly on the door before stepping inside. Emanuel beamed when he saw him.
"Daddy! Look! I made a race track!" he cheered excitedly.
Carlos smiled, though his attention was more on you, who had quickly averted your eyes and stood, gently easing Emanuel off your lap.
"That's a great track, buddy," Carlos said, ruffling his son's hair. His tone was light, but his gaze stayed fixed on you, trying to gauge your reaction.
You were quick to busy yourself by tidying up Emanuel's toys, your movements quiet and careful, as though your were trying to avoid him entirely.
"Y/n," Carlos called you, but you didn't meet his eyes.
"I'll give you two some time," You murmured, already heading toward the door.
Carlos's jaw tightened. He hated this distance, the way you were slipping away from him. The connection that had only just begun to get deeper it felt like it was fading.
Before he could say anything else, you were gone, leaving him alone with Emanuel.
The next few days passed in a blur of careful avoidance. You were always around, tending to Emanuel, fulfilling your duties with the same love you always had. But with Carlos, you were different.
You kept your distance, your words short and polite. It felt like a wall had been built between them, and every time Carlos tried to break through it, you retreated further.
But he didn't give up.
Little by little, he tried showing you how much you meant to him not with grand gestures, but with small, thoughtful acts.
For example, one morning, he noticed you hadn't eaten breakfast before tending to Emanuel, so he left your favorite pastry on the kitchen counter, along with a note that simply read:
For you.
Love, Carlos.
You hadn't said anything, but he saw the way your eyes softened just a little when you saw it.
Another time, he made sure to leave a fresh bouquet of flowers on the small table by the door you always passed when coming in from your afternoon walks with Emanuel. The flowers were the same kind you had mentioned in passing once, months ago, when you were cuddling together late at night, talking about nothing in particular. He remembered every detail.
Slowly, he began to break through.
One evening, as the sun began to set, Carlos found you in the garden with Emanuel. The boy was chasing butterflies, his laughter filling the air. You sat on a bench, your gaze following Emanuel with that same tender smile that always seemed to grace your face when you were with him.
Carlos approached quietly, sitting beside you. You initially stiffened for a moment but didn't move away. A small victory Carlos thought.
"Y/n " he began softly. "I miss you."
Her hands stilled in her lap, her eyes fixed on Emanuel. "I'm here."
"You're here," he agreed, his voice low. "But not with me. Not like before."
You didn't answer right away. The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged. Finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I was more hurt than I let on, Carlos. When you yelled at me like that... I was terrified, wracked with guilt and I guess I expected... I expected a little comfort from you as well."
Carlos clenched his fists, the weight of his guilt settling over him like a suffocating blanket. "I know. I'm sorry. More than you know."
For the first time in days, you turned to look at him. His brown eyes were full of pain, but there was something else there too, something softer, more vulnerable.
"It's not just about the yelling Carlos. It's about what it means. I care about Emanuel more than anything in this world, I wouldn't do anything to put him in harm's way intentionally and I would give my own life to protect him...and I thought you... trusted me."
"I do trust you," he said, his voice urgent. "With my life. With Emanuel's life. What happened... it just scared me. I reacted badly, but it wasn't because I didn't trust you. I panicked when I saw the scratch on Emanuel's head, when I saw you on the floor, I...I let fear take over."
Your expression softened slightly, though the tension in your posture remained. You studied him momentarily, your gaze searching his face for something, truth, perhaps. Understanding. Maybe both.
"I hate this," Carlos said quietly. "I hate seeing you like this. I hate that I hurt you. I don't want us to be like this. I need you back."
Your eyes shimmered, a ray of sun hitting your eyes perfectly as the sunset, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a crack in the wall you had started building around yourself.
"I don't want that either," you admitted softly.
He reached out then, gently taking your hand in his, locking his fingers with yours. You didn't pull away, and the warmth of your skin against his felt like home.
"I'm not good at this," he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "But I want to be better, for you. For Emanuel. I care about you. More than I've let you know."
Your breath hitched slightly, your eyes widening. "Carlos..."
He squeezed your hand, his voice soft but firm. "I mean it. I love you."
For a moment, you just looked at him, your heart beating at lightning speed at his words. Then, slowly, she nodded. "Me too."
It was just two words, but to Carlos, it felt like everything.
From that moment on, things began to change. The distance between you gradually shrank, piece by piece. Carlos continued to show you, through quiet actions and gentle touches, how much you meant to him. He wasn't perfect, and there were still moments of tension, but you were finally moving forward together.
Not like this (P10) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)
SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.
WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death, slow burn.
A/N: Better late than never...
As you sped away into the night, tires screeching against the damp pavement, the silence in the car seemed louder than that of the gunfire you'd just escaped. You kept your gaze trained forward, unwilling to betray any hint of the turmoil in your mind. You never meant to drag him into this mess, yet here he was, determined to help you when he could have easily abandoned you or killed you.
You hadn't spoken a word since you'd bolted from his place, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the car. Finally, he broke the silence, voice low but tense.
"Did you let anyone see you? In your little escapade?" he asked his grip tight on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.
You glanced at him, unsure whether it was anger or something else. "No. I was careful Charles."
His jaw clenched. "You're sure no one caught even a glance?"
"I don't know," You replied honestly, averting your gaze. "It's possible Charles...I-I don't know."
He scoffed. "You don't know..." he repeated your words.
"Charles I told you you didn't have to do this. Are you second-guessing your decisions? Why did you even run with me then?" I questioned him, aware of the building tension between us.
He laughed bitterly. "Good question. Maybe I have a weakness for trouble. Or maybe," he glanced at you, his dark eyes softening as he looked at you, "I'm not as willing to let you go as I should be."
You let out a shaky breath. Your walls, carefully constructed over years of deceit and control, felt dangerously close to crumbling. Here you were, vulnerable and exposed, relying on the man you'd once thought of as nothing but an enemy.
"Pull over," You said abruptly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He shot you a sideways glance, eyebrows knit in confusion. "Are you insane? Do you want to get killed now? They could have followed us you know?"
"Just pull over!" you screamed, your desperation left no room for argument.
Reluctantly, he guided the car to a secluded side street, the engine growing silent. You leaned forward, your head in your hands, and your breathing was uneven.
For a moment, he thought you might be on the brink of passing out, the overbearing weight of everything finally overtaking you. But then you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a fierceness he hadn't seen in you in a long time.
"You don't get it, do you?" you laughed, a defeated laugh, voice shaking with a mixture of anger.
"Whoever did this to me...whoever is coming after me won't stop. They're cruel. They've already wiped out everyone in my circle, everyone I ever cared about, and trusted. They just came after you too Charles. I'm the last loose end...and anyone who gets close to me becomes a target, you've become a target." you looked him straight in the eyes.
"I'm not exactly a stranger to danger," he replied, his voice calm but with a firmness to it. "You think I haven't faced threats before? I'm not some helpless bystander."
"This is different Charles" you insisted, frustration evident in your voice. "They're organized, smart. They know my moves, my strengths, my weaknesses. And now...they know you're involved."
His expression softened, and he reached over, his hand grasping yours, warm and grounding. "I'm not running away. As I said, we're doing it together...and we'll be ready"
You stared at him, still confused as to why he was so adamant to stay by your side. For so long, you'd built your life around distrust, convinced that everyone would betray you. But here he was, offering support...and maybe something else she was to scared to face.
"Ok." I nodded looking down at your linked hands, a small sigh of resignation slipping out. "This won't be pretty Leclerc. There's no telling what they'll throw at us next."
He smirked, shifting the car back into gear. "Let them come." His tone was so confident it almost made me believe there was no way we would be defeated.
Charles started driving again, in silence, but it was different this time. The tension that had once simmered between you now felt like something else his hand remained linked with yours and it wasn't awkward. You tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened whenever his fingers brushed against your hand or the way he would use your hand to change gears instead of letting go. You tried focusing on formulating a plan, piecing together the scattered fragments of information you had.
"We need somewhere safe to hide out," he said after a while, breaking her thoughts.
"I know a place," she replied, her voice steady. "But I have no way to tell if it's compromised. Could be dangerous."
"Risks don't scare me." Charles smiled.
You hesitated. "It's an old safehouse on the outskirts of the city, that belonged to my great-grandparents. Hardly anyone knows about it. Or at least I hope."
"We can't keep driving forever. We have to risk it." Charles agreed.
You nodded, Your mind already shifting into a tactical mode, plotting the next steps. If you reached the safehouse, you'd have a chance to gather supplies, and maybe even access some information about who was behind the attack. But a gnawing doubt and fear lingered, that the safehouse was already compromised.
The drive felt endless, the road twisting through darkened streets and deserted alleyways. You drove all night, city lights faded as you moved toward the outskirts, replaced by the eerie silence and loneliness of abandoned buildings. Finally, you arrived, the safehouse looked just like every other abandoned house you'd passed, with no indication of recent activity.
You'd exited the car cautiously, scanning the area for any sign of movement. You led him to a hidden door on the side of the building, taking a deep breath before pressing a series of numbers into a camoflaged keypad. A few seconds passed before a door clicked open, and you both quickly slipped inside, your relief was palpable as the heavy door sealed shut behind you.
The safe house was sparse, a relic from another life. Dust covered the surfaces, and the air was stale, but it was uncompromised. You motioned for him to sit while you searched for supplies, grabbing a first-aid kit from a cabinet in the corner.
"You're bleeding," he noted, his tone a mixture of surprise and concern.
You glanced down, You'd noticed the red seeping through your clothes in the car but chose to say anything knowing Charles would only grow concerned. But the adrenaline was fading, and the pain was creeping up. "I'll be fine. I've handled worse." You waved him off.
He took the kit from your hands, his gaze dark. "Sit down." he ordered.
You relented, allowing him to tend to your deep but minor wound. You couldn't help but be reminded of the night that started it all, Charles's touch once harsh and uncaring now the opposite.
His was careful and precise, and you found yourself studying him, the light furrow of his brows. You once hated him, seeing him as nothing more than an obstacle in her way. But now, as he focused intently on your wounds, you felt a strange warmth bloom in your chest, one you didn't dare acknowledge.
"Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible.
He looked up, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't make this a habit." He joked.
"You growing fond of me Leclerc?" You smirked. He stared at you, your gazes locking for a few seconds but he didn't answer.
"We need to figure out who's behind this," he said finally, breaking the silence. "I might have a few contacts who might know something, but it's a gamble."
You nodded. "I might know some people to, it seems whoever is behind this knows I'm not dead so there's no point in trying to stay invisible anymore."
"Then we'll start there." His voice was steady, but his gaze lingered on you, searching. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"I don't have a choice," you replied, your expression hardening. "Whoever did this won't stop until I'm dead. I have to face them head-on."
The determination in your voice was fierce, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. You were stronger than he'd ever accepted, and despite everything, he was glad to be by your side.
It took 3 days. You took turns sleeping making sure someone was always alert, when you were both away you worked together to plan your next steps, to find information. On the third day once it was finally getting dark you set your plan into motion.
You were going to split up, each to contact your own sources, gathering whatever intel you could find. You had insisted it was safer this way, less chance of both of them being targeted at once, he had refuted, adamant on sticking together but you had somehow convinced him despite a part of you hating the idea of leaving his side. You agreed that maximum in a week from now you were to meet here again.
If one of you didn't show up...it was clear what that meant.
"Promise me you'll be careful," you said, surprising yourself with the fragility of your voice.
He gave you a reassuring nod, his hand taking yours in an action that had become familiar. "You too." his grip on your hand tightened. "We're going to get through this." he sighed as if also trying to convince himself of this.
SUMMARY: You and Max have friends from the grid over for a nice family day when they decide to try a trend on you...it doesn't go exactly as planned. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: Super short. fluff.
A/N: Another tiktok inspired drabble that I uploaded over on wattpad a while ago ;)
"Hold on a sec can you guys look after the parents please." Lando walked in his phone facing him before he propped it in front of you and Max.
Both of you saw the red icon indicating it was filming you. You looked up as those around you began laughing at your confused faces.
"What is this?" You asked smiling at the joke you weren't getting.
Aside from many other things one of the small factors that made you and Max so perfect for each other was the way you both were so disconnected from the internet even before having Lea and Ivy. It was easy to play viral pranks on you because you both were simply never aware they existed.
"What are we supposed to do?" Max turned around to look for Lando who had disappeared.
"Is this live or something?" You furrowed your brows leaning closer to the camera.
"PAPA! Look at what I drew!" Lea ran towards her dad completely distracting you both from the filming phone.
Lea climbed up on her dad's lap with his help. She held up the drawing showing a childlike depiction of the current scene. Children playing in your garden and her parents, uncles, and aunts sitting around the long table.
"Oh my god Lea this is amazing." Max beamed proudly turning the drawing around to show everyone around the table.
"Wow!" Compliments flew in from all of Lea's favorite people making her shy away and tuck herself in Max's chest.
"Mama I dwaw too." Ivy who was in a faze of copying everything her sister did attempted to climb up your lap. You picked her up placing her on your lap.
"Let's see what you drew my darling." You encouraged Ivy to show you.
She turned around showing a pink circle and a smaller purple circle with a bunch of scribbles of different colors around it.
"Wow, Ivy is that you and Lea?" You asked her pointing at the pink and purple circles knowing pink was Lea's favorite colour and purple hers.
"YES Mama!" She got excited at the fact you recognized her. "This is wando, this is auntie wiwy, this is uncwe Ozzie, this is auntie awex, this is uncwe chawie, this is-" She pointed at every scribble and you were surprised to find she'd matched the color of the scribbles to what they were wearing.
"Wow Ivy good job." Max also complimented his youngest daughter. "I have such talented daughters." The pride in Max's voice made you look at him lovingly.
"Can you guys draw me something for my house?" Dani asked the girls.
"YES!" They both cheered excitedly before shimmying of your laps and running back to their coloring area.
"Me too please!" Charles called out.
"And me!" Oscar called after followed by the others.
Both you and Max turned to look at each other huge smiles on your face. "We might have two artists in our hands." You commented.
Max placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "Maybe a little racer is in here." Max placed a hand on your growing bump, your noses brushing as you both looked at each other in adoration.
"Ugh, you both are too in love for this challenge." Lando walked back to the garden picking up the phone you both had completely forgotten about.
Everyone burst out in laughter as once again Max and you both looked at each other confused.
It's safe to say the f1 world went crazy at the video, a fact you were also too oblivious to.
SUMMARY: While facing symptoms of your most recent pregnancy Max is tasked with looking after your youngest daughter while on a meeting. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: Crack, fluffiness, pregnancy sickness
A/N: Happy Halloween! Enjoy.
"Max don't worry I can-" You were cut off by your wave of nausea forced to take deep breaths in order not to throw up right then and there.
"Baby, stop it's fine. I can watch her, they'll understand." Max insisted.
Today Max had an important Zoom meeting with his management team and other team bosses who had been making Max offers which he'd be a fool not to at least listen to. Lea was out with her uncle Lando who'd offered to take her for the day and you were going to stay with Lea and have a girl's day.
That was until you woke up with the worst nausea of your pregnancy so far. You'd woken up immediately throwing up and had failed to keep much food down all morning. Max offered to cancel everything and take you to the hospital but you knew how important this meeting was and told him you could go after if it was still this bad.
Max reluctantly accepted but he still knew you wouldn't be able to look after Ivy properly with the state you were in and he very much preferred if you could focus on trying to hydrate and keep some food down for now.
"Hmm I think it's getting better, I haven't thrown up that apple slice I had 10 minutes ago." You commented as the nausea somewhat passed.
"That's good but I'm still taking Ivy." Max kissed your cheek before walking away needing to hurry for his meeting in 2 minutes.
"Fine. But if she's too much trouble just send me a text and I'll come grab her." You hollered as he walked out.
"Okay," Max yelled back before picking Ivy up from the living room where she had been playing and taking her inside his office which was still big enough for Ivy to remain entertained as he had brought in a few of her toys as well. "Okay, Ivy stay in here okay? Papa's going to be on a phone call so we have to be quiet but if you need something come to whisper to me okay." Max explained to his daughter.
"Okay, papa." Ivy giggled not fully grasping the instructions but already too entertained with a toy she'd picked up from the floor.
Max smiled kissing his daughter's head before walking over to his desk where he quickly connected to his Zoom call.
"Morning Max, how's y/n doing?" Raymond, Max's manager who had been alerted of the possible disruptions asked.
"Morning, uh, still feeling pretty poorly but she's putting a brave face on for me at the moment." Max answered polity.
"Papa." Max heard the hushed voice of his daughter beside him looking down to see her handing him a Barbie doll.
"Thank you, Ivy." Max took it from her quickly muting himself as the meeting began. Ivy ran away happily.
Max locked his focus into the meeting as soon as crucial information began to play out, taking a small notebook out he jotted down important points and questions he might have to discuss at the end so apart from a few glances to check his daughter wasn't in actual danger Max didn't fully process what his daughter was getting up to.
"Papa hold this." Ivy ran back to Max handing him a wooden block which Max took and placed on his lap alongside the barbie he'd been previously given.
"To be fully honest with you I care about the car, I need a good car and right now, dismissing the last few races, RedBull has given me a good consistent car, what are your guarantees?" Max asked.
"Hold this papa." Ivy had once again run over to Max handing him a coloring book. Max took it without question looking down and noticing a variety of toys on his lap he had no recollection of receiving.
Looking back to the meeting he noticed Raymond struggling to keep a straight face as Ivy once again walked into the frame handing Max a tiara. "Put it on papa," Ivy whined when Max simply added it to the array of toys on his lap.
"Shh okay Ivy." Max accepted not wanting to upset his daughter further putting the tiara on his head.
"Looking good Max." Everyone collectively laughed in the meeting.
"Just girl dad things." Max laughed with them.
Luckily Ivy seemed to entertain herself with this for most of the meeting simply filling Max's lap with things as well as handing him things to wear but it also seemed to tire her out. Just as the meeting was wrapping up Ivy walked over to her dad once more.
"Papa up." Ivy whined.
Max happily picked up his daughter letting everything on his lap fall to the floor to set her down on his lap. "I'm almost done, Ivy." Max kissed his daughter's cheek as she wrapped her small arms around his neck resting her head on his chest.
"Papa I miss mommy." Ivy sighed.
"I know baby I miss her too, I'm almost done." Max rubbed his daughter's back soothingly.
It didn't take much longer for the meeting to finally end but once it did Max looked down to see his daughter fast asleep in his arms.
Walking back outside with Ivy in his arms he was relieved to find you in the kitchen having a proper meal which looked to be almost done. "How are you feeling my love?" Max asked you.
"Aww my sweet baby." You first acknowledged your sleeping daughter giving her back a rub before answering Max. "Much better, I had a smoothie before this and managed to keep it all down."
"That's great schatje." Max leaned down to kiss you. "Let me put Ivy in her bed then we can cuddle for a bit."
"Sounds perfect." You smiled happily. "No more vomiting please." You spoke down to your bump jokingly.
Despite the harder pregnancy, everything was perfect.
Size isn't everything (P2) II Carlos Sainz x Bodyguard!Reader
SUMMARY: The tension between Carlos and you continues and it takes one scary moment to bring your feelings to light. Part 2 of this
WARNINGS: Injuries.
A/N: Over on wattpad people requested a part 2 ;)
The following weeks after the club incident were different. Carlos, ever the charmer, had cranked up his flirting to full throttle. He teased you at every turn, leaning into that spark that had flickered between you. His cocky grin was now a near-constant companion, and while you maintained your professional composure, there were moments, brief moments, where Carlos could see your defenses waver.
"Careful, Sainz," you'd warned him one afternoon as you saw him to his hotel room. "You're treading on thin ice."
He leaned closer, his voice a low whisper, "What if I like the cold?"
Your eyes had flicked to his lips before quickly looking away, but he'd caught it. That tiny slip gave him hope.
Despite your best efforts, his persistence was wearing you down. He wasn't just some spoiled racer he was genuinely fun to be around. And though you hated to admit it, you liked the banter. There was a warmth to him, a charm that went beyond his good looks and fame.
Still, you constantly reminded yourself that this was a job. You couldn't get involved with him, no matter how much he made your stomach flutter when he flashed you those big brown eyes.
But Carlos wasn't making it easy.
One evening, after a particularly intense race where he had secured a podium finish, you'd found yourselves on the balcony of his new Monaco home. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city. He leaned against the railing, a glass of champagne in hand, watching you with that familiar playful glint in his eye.
"I have to ask," he began, his tone teasing, "what do you do for fun? Or are you always this serious?"
You'd been scanning the area like you were used to, but turned to him and gave him a deadpan look. "My job is to keep you alive, Sainz. Fun doesn't exactly factor into that."
He laughed, taking a sip of his drink. "Come on, you've got to let loose sometime. You can't be all uptight, all the time."
You rolled your eyes, trying to remain unaffected, but the truth was, you could feel your walls crumbling, piece by piece. There was something about him, something disarming, that made it harder and harder to keep up your professionalism.
"I know what you're doing," you said turning away from his intense gaze. "And it's not going to work."
He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "And what is that?"
You turned back to him, stepping closer, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Flirting."
His grin widened, shameless. "Oh, that? I thought I was being subtle."
This time you failed to hold back the smile. "Ha ha"
He laughed again, that warm, genuine laugh that always made your heart skip a beat. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to suppress the emotions stirring inside you. You couldn't afford to lose focus. Not with him.
"I should go, lock the door." You stepped away before you let your feelings control you.
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The race day was a blur of noise and speed. Carlos was locked in a fierce battle for the last podium place, weaving through the track, every muscle in his body tense with focus. You watched from the paddock, your attention split between the live race feed in the garage and the bustling crowd. You never let yourself get too caught up in the race itself though. Your job was to protect Carlos from everything offthe track.
But as the final laps unfolded, an uneasy feeling consumed you. You scanned the crowd, your eyes narrowing when you spotted somone who didn’t quite fit. He was standing just behind the barriers at Parc Ferme, his eyes locked onto Carlos's car as it zoomed by for the cool-down lap.
As the the roar of the crowd filled the air signaling the end of the race you watched as the man moved through the people, his eyes steady on that 3rd place position Carlos would eventually pull into. His body language was tense, and suspicious as he inched closer to where Carlos would soon be.
Your instincts flared. You moved quickly, pushing through the multitude of people running to the podium, your eyes locked on the man.
Just as he climbed out of his car, the man made his move. He broke through the crowd, something glinting in his hand. You reacted quickly, rushing toward the man, and grabbing his wrist firmly. You would do your best to avoid causing a scene, costing Carlos his moment so with a firm grip on the man you quickly shoved him away.
But the man was stronger than he looked, as soon as you'd gotten him away from the crowd, away from the cameras, calling for security, he managed to momentarily slip out of your grasp, the sharp object emerging from his pocket as it came to slice your arm. You had no time to react to the pain as you quickly subdued him, security there soon after ready to cuff the man.
Carlos had embraced his team, he tried to remain happy and cheerful as he received pats and congratulations from those around him but as he looked around not seeing you around set off alarm bells in his head. You were good at your job, and you were good at sticking around unnoticed but he always knew you were there, he always felt your presence and this time he couldn't
He was rushed to give the interviews and proceed to the podium ceremony but that didn't take away from the fact that he was worried, where had you gone?
After the ceremony, Carlos wasted no time asking about your whereabouts only to be informed that "a situation had occurred" which you had to attend to.
"What does that mean?" Carlos tried to learn more only to be shut down.
"She needs stitches she's heading to hospital now." he heard security from the track talking to his team.
"Who needs stitches? Where is she?!" A great feeling of dread invaded Carlos's body. The silence of those around him was enough of an answer to him.
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“Y/N!” Carlos rushed to you, his voice tight with panic.
"Carlos, what are you doing here?" You asked surprised to see him rush into the hospital room.
"What happened?!" He looked at your blood-soaked sleeve.
“It’s fine,” you said through gritted teeth, cradling your arm. “It’s just a scratch.”
He wasn’t convinced. “You’re bleeding.”
"Not that much, they'll come to fix it soon. Carlos, you need to get back to-"
"I'm not going anywhere" Carlos didn't let you finish.
“I said I’m fine! I’m still alive, aren’t I?” you tried to joke, but there was a slight tremor to your voice.
Carlos wasn't laughing. He held your uninjured hand, his fingers locking with yours. “You shouldn’t have had to do that. You could’ve been-.” he didn't dare finish the thought.
Your defenses kicked back in, but this time, you could see the fear in his eyes. “It’s my job, Carlos. This is what I signed up for.”
He shook his head, he kneeled in front of you. “You got hurt because of me.”
You hesitated, your heart pounding as the truth settled between you. He was right, you'd done this form him. But not because of the job. But because the thought of something happening to him terrified you more than getting hurt yourself.
“It wasn’t your fault,” you said softly.
The doctor arrived, ready to stitch you up. Carlos stayed by your side the whole time, his usual cocky attitude replaced by a quiet, anger. Carlos paced the room but when you'd occasionally wince in pain you saw the way Carlos's eyes increased with sadness.
“Stop blaming yourself,” You said as soon as the doctor left. “This...it happens.”
He stopped pacing and turned to you, frustration evident in his eyes. “You think I’m just supposed to be okay with this? That you can get hurt- because of me? and I’m supposed to just let it happen?”
You sighed, getting up and walking towards him. “It’s not about being okay with it. It’s about understanding that I’m here to do a job, and sometimes that job comes with risks!” Your voice was once again stern.
He closed the distance between you even more, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I don’t want you risking anything for me.”
You looked away, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze. “Well, that's not how this works.”
There was silence, thick and tense, before he spoke again.
“I care about you." he confessed.
"No-" You avoided his gaze.
"More than you think. And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me.” he didn't allow you to interrupt him as he approached you forcing you to face him again.
You froze. This was exactly what you'd feared, why you had tried to keep your distance.
But the look in his eyes, raw and honest, was breaking down every wall you'd had built.
“You're not supposed to care,” you whispered. “This is my job.” You sighed defeated.
He cupped your face. “You think I’m just going to stop caring because you tell me to? You don't have a problem getting hurt for me, but why can't you admit you care about me too?”
Your breath hitched. You opened her mouth to protest, to shut this conversation down before it went any further, but the words wouldn’t come.
Instead, Carlos tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb brushing over your cheek in the softest of touches.
“Let me in.” He pleaded.
Your heart pounded in your chest, every instinct screaming at you to pull away, to keep things professional. But as he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips, you couldn’t move. You couldn’t think straight, standing so close, his presence was overwhelming.
And when his lips finally brushed against yours, it was like every wall you'd built crumbled in an instant. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant as if he was giving you a chance to pull back.
But you didn’t. You leaned into him, deepening the kiss, letting yourself feel something you'd been trying to deny for so long. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let yourself get lost in the moment, the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips.
SUMMARY: After the harsh moments you endured with your husband there appear to be better days ahead. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: none? Short.
A/N: Lea is 6 and Ivy is 3
Things got better, not easily but they did. Max and you had decided that before anything else you had to talk through the hard months you had endured and also make sure both Lea and Ivy got some sort of explanation and apology for the way they were affected by their parent's miscommunication and being on the receiving end of the pent up anger and frustration.
That's not to say that Max and you spent another second away from each other physically, the same night as Max and you finally spoke you had a passionate night. It was one of the best nights you had perhaps because you'd been longing for each other again for so long, or because of all the emotion involved, or maybe both.
Christmas luckily had been filled with love and joy around the house once more, both Daniel and Lando as well as their families had all spent the night with the family something which both Lea and Ivy had greatly enjoyed.
Flashback **
You let out a deep breath as a soft breeze from the open window woke you up. You could feel your husband's arm wrapped tightly around your waist which immediately brought a smile to your face, weirdly also making you want to cry.
"Morning" You heard Max's hushed voice behind you as he leaned closer burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You giggled at the way his nose tickled your neck but leaned backward and deeper into his arms. "Hi."
"Merry Christmas liefde." He placed a kiss on your shoulder, then one on your jaw, on your cheek, and finally on your lips as you spun around to face him.
"Merry-"
"MAMA PAPA!" Your bubble of romance was interrupted as your screaming children burst into the room.
"Woah!" Max huffed as they jumped on the bed landing on top of him.
"PAPA SANTA CAME!" Lea had a hard time containing her excitement.
"MAMA DEWS PWESENTS!" Ivy giggled happily as she sat on your lap.
"PAPA MAMA COME QUICK!" Lea hopped off her father pulling his arm for him to get up.
"Why don't you go wake up Lando and Dani huh? I'm sure they'll be excited that Santa came." Max tempted the girls who happily obliged with his suggestion.
Despite the interruption, it was a happy and loud morning for everyone.
**
New years had been a little rougher since you'd been feeling a little sick a few days before, which you thought was probably simply from all the food that you'd been eating during the holidays since it'd happened to you before.
But things became much clearer to you a month later. You'd stopped yourself from taking the test, pushing it as far back as you possibly could because you weren't sure how you'd handle another negative test, afraid that you'd lose yourself again.
But finally, you did. You had to. You'd noticed you were becoming distracted and distant, losing yourself in other ways because of the worry of what might be and the stress of making the same mistakes again so you'd simply opted for finding out.
So there you sat, a few days away from Valentine's Day, on the toilet lid staring at the numerous tests on the counter that indicated you were pregnant. There were far too many emotions coursing through your body a mix of joy and complete fear, it was so different from when you found out about Lea and Ivy.
You were unsure of how long you'd sat there, just...staring. But it was long enough to worry Max who'd been left to entertain your girls downstairs.
"Liefde?" You heard him call you from your bedroom.
You simply looked to the door not having time enough to do anything before he'd opened the bathroom door.
"Max" He immediately knew something had happened from the way you said his name so weakily.
"Are you okay wha-" He didn't have to finish his question before his eyes found the tests on the counter.
"I'm sorry I just...I just found out and-" You weren't exactly sure how to handle this, a few months ago both you and Max had been desperately trying for a result like this but not long ago you'd also both decided that this should only happen when both of you were in a better place and even though you had managed that there was still so much to through that it scared you.
"Oh my god." Max's eyes glossed over as soon as he picked up the first test reading its result, quickly picking up another, then another before he let his eyes scan the rest of the tests.
"Max-" You wanted a reaction, you wanted him to say something but he simply stared just like you. "Max." You called him again your voice still just as weak but he finally turned to look at you.
"oh mijn liefde." He pulled you into his arms holding you tightly after noticing your fear and uncertainty.
"I'm scared." you sniffled in his arms being honest about your feelings.
"Shh, we'll be okay...I promise you we'll be okay, this is our little miracle." Max whispered softly to you placing his hand on your stomach.
This only made you cry harder, this time a sense of relief washing over you.
"I love you." He whispered kissing your temple as he continued holding you tightly. "I love you so much."
You cried for a few minutes in his arms before finally looking at him through teary eyes. "We're having another baby." It was like it was finally sinking in for you.
Max couldn't hold back the laugh that rumbled in his chest. "Yes, we are." He rested his forehead against yours, his own tears mixing with yours.
"I'm pregnant again." You closed your eyes finally allowing yourself to accept the truth. A huge wave of relief flooding you this time, of pride and joy.
"Yes, you are." Max laughed, cried, and smiled with you.
"We're gonna be okay." You said to yourself a little louder this time, wiping your eyes.
Max raked his fingers through your hair, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "We're gonna be okay." He repeated with you.
"MAMA!" You heard Lea call for you. "IVY PAINTED PAPA'S TROPHY AGAIN!" You heard her yell after.
Both Max and you looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. "You ready for some more of this?" You jokingly asked your husband.
could you do a 3some between Charles and Lando where the reader is bratty and starts flirting with another driver just to get charles and landos attentions. so because lando and Charles are jealous they take the reader somewhere and fuck her senseless to teach her a lesson. so like super smutty. (bjs, pussy eating, oral, anal etc)
Attention Who** II Charles x Reader x Lando Ⓦ
SUMMARY: Being used to the constant attention of not one but two men you can't stand it when you get "ignored" by both leading you to do something about it.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long but here it is ;) hope you enjoy xx
Your eyes scrunched as the sun peaked through the curtains hitting your eyes directly. You huffed not ready to get up but knowing it was about time.
Stretching out a little you stretched your arms to the side ready to feel the bodies of your sleeping boyfriends but to your unpleasant surprise, your arms sunk down touching the cold bed instead.
You sat up, your sleepy eyes looking for any trace of them, freezing on the spot for a few seconds hoping to hear them somewhere around the hotel room.
This was odd. No, it wasn't unusual for them to leave you to head to work. But you were certainly used to being woken up to see them off, kisses being placed all over your body, or even woken up by a pleasant feeling between your legs but you got none of that.
In fact, you hadn't even had any of it last night. They had also left you alone in the afternoon, promising to come back to you at night, but you ended up falling asleep alone.
Now it seemed they had come and gone without a trace and it had now been well over 12 hours since you last saw and spoke to your boyfriends.
You grabbed your phone expecting to see a text from at least one of them but once more were sad to realize there was nothing. You would've gotten worried, maybe even more sad if it weren't for the pictures that soon popped up on your timeline of Charles and Lando arriving on track happy as ever.
Your sadness was quickly replaced with anger, not liking one bit of this lack of attention something you had yet to experience since you started dating the boys 5 months ago. This wasn't sitting right with you.
If they didn't want to give you any attention then so be it but you weren't going to make it easy for them. Getting up you took your time getting ready making sure you smelled wonderful, your hair looked shiny, your skin soft, your lips kissable, and your body irresistible with the outfit you picked out for the day.
Your tube top, mini skirt, and kitten heels left little to nothing to the imagination as you happily strolled through the paddock capturing the eyes of many.
You had purposefully arrived just in time for the press conference and media pen interviews to start. Both Charles and Lando were in the media pen today which is where you were headed with a very specific idea in mind.
Due to your uncommon relationship no one in the paddock knew you were dating both Charles and Lando, only aware of the fact you were close to both, a childhood friend to both, which helped the fact that no one batted an eye when you were a little too friendly with other drivers.
This time you knew whose attention you wanted. Arriving at the media pen you saw Charles already doing an interview, his back turned to you while Lando was waiting for his turn.
You saw him notice you, his eyes quickly scanning your outfit and the anger that filled his eyes before he was called to his interview.
You smirked spotting Franco outside the media pen waiting to be called in.
"Hey, I don't think we've met I'm y/n." You introduced yourself. You didn't miss the way his eyes dropped down to your body before meeting your eyes.
"I'm Franco, you know I've always wanted to meet you." He smirked cheekily.
You were a fool not to admit this man had charm. "Why's that?" You added a flirty tone to your voice usually reserved for your boyfriends.
"Well, you seem to have Charles and Lando wrapped around their fingers wanted to see what that's all about." He closed the distance between you both.
You laughed, your cheeks reddening and that's when you felt a second gaze on you. Looking up you saw Charles's eyes on you, his eyes filled with the same anger that filled Lando's. Now you had both their attention.
Your hand flirtily patted Franco's chest. "Well, I'd be happy to show you."
"Hmm, well that's my day made then." Franco smiled as he shamelessly cupped your jaw dragging his thumb across your bottom lip as if to wipe some of your gloss that was out of place.
You were only human, caught in the moment you failed to notice Charles deciding he'd seen enough only snapped out of the moment when you felt him grab your arm.
"Keep your hands to yourself." Charles stepped in between you and Franco.
Luckily for Franco, he was called into the media pen the same second.
"What the f*ck was that?" Charles turned to ask you.
You dismissed him, watching as Franco walked into the media pen looking back to shoot you a look.
Charles cupped your face bringing your attention back to him. "What is this?!"
"What the f*ck are you wearing?" Lando soon joined you standing behind you caging you between them.
You again dismissed the question your eyes back on Franco who had started his interview although his eyes remained trained on you.
"Really?!" you heard Charles scoff before he cupped your cheek once again only this time pulling you into a heavy kiss.
You were surprised, to say the least, unable to resist the action you simply grabbed at Charles's arms waiting for him to pull away, and once he did you had forgotten all about your previous teases.
"Let's go." Lando grabbed your hand.
"The cameras." your voice was small and shy as you looked around seeing the amount of camera that had just captured the moment.
"It's about time they knew who you belong to," Charles smirked this time as he followed after you and Lando whos grip was tight around your hand as he led you away from the pen.
There was no point in you fighting as Lando pulled you into his driver's room Charles quickly stepped in with you as he locked the door behind him.
"Wanna tell us what that little show was about?" Charles asked you as they once again caged you between them.
You shrugged again, leaning back onto Lando's chest to take some pressure off your feet. You felt Lando's arm wrap over your waist his hand resting over your stomach.
"What did we do?" Lando humored you.
You sighed dramatically "More like what didn't you do."
"It's not even noon what could we have possibly done wrong already?" Charles laughed.
"hmm yeah, you're right." you stepped to the side crawling up onto Lando's massage bed giving them a beautiful view of the lace underneath your skirt. "I love going to bed and waking up alone with not a word from my boyfriends, makes a girl feel real special."
"You didn't get dinner with her last night?" Charles turned to Lando.
"No, I thought you would? When I got home you were both asleep already?" Lando asked Charles just as surprised.
"I thought you got dinner with her and hit the gym. Like this morning when you were already gone."
"I was in the shower!" Lando scolded his boyfriend.
"I went to the gym then came to the track!" Charles raised his voice back.
"You didn't drive with her here?!" Lando gasped.
"I'm gonna go find Franco." you got up from the massage bad ready to head back out.
"Don't you dare-" You yelped as you were pulled back onto the massage bed.
"We fucked up the baby but this-" Lando cupped your barely clothed core making you gasp. "uncalled for."
"Our darling doesn't get attention for a few hours and she's already whoring herself out?" Charles tskd.
"You really think that boy can make you cum the way we do?" Lando shoved a finger inside you, swirling it around making your hips buck with it.
"Why don't you give me the chance to find out?" Despite getting the attention you wanted it didn't mean you still weren't pissed off.
Charles laughed. "Nice try."
Before you could bite back you were silenced by your own gasp as Lando came down on you. He didn't waste any time as he licked his tongue all across your pussy before taking the time to flick your clit.
"Is this what you wanted?" Lando momentarily stopped making you whine.
"Stop whining and put that mouth to use." Charles shoved his cock in your mouth as Lando continued licking you out.
You were struggling, struggling to suck Charles as Lando without warning started fucking you relentlessly.
"F*ck let me get inside her," Charles said to Lando as he pulled out causing you to whine again.
"I was almost cummin-" you cried as this was the 4h time Lando had taken you to the edge only to stop.
"Why don't you get Franco to finish the job huh?" Lando teased.
Charles grabbed you, holding you up before sliding under you on the massage bed.
"Pass me my phone and I'll glad-" you were quickly silenced again as Charles slipped into you.
"He'll never get you this full darlin-" Lando kissed one of your ass cheeks before thrusting into your second hole.
"F*CK!" You moaned as there was no prior preparation.
"Sh*t she's soaking me," Charles smirked as your juices started dripping down the base of his cock.
"Pathetic to think she wanted to try this with someone else." Lando laughed.
"I'm gonna cum!" You let your body fall down on top of Charles as your body began to tremble with the oncoming orgasm.
"Should we let her?" Lando teased as he started to slow down.
"NO!" You yelled. "Please please Lan I'll be good I promise. Please-Charlie please let me cum!" You begged your boyfriends your previous confidence replaced with pure desperation.
"She's asked so nicely Lando, and we did fuck up a little," Charles smirked, loving to hear you beg. He pulled your lips to his into a sloppy kiss as they both picked up their pace.
You moaned into Charles's mouth as you came undone, your legs trembling as you momentarily lost control of your body. You could feel as if they both came inside you, filling you up completely. They were right, no one could ever fill you like them.
SUMMARY: You and Max are having trouble trying to grow your family and your daughters are affected by it. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: Angst, miscommunication, pregnancy issues, a smidge of smut at the end.
A/N: This was requested over on Wattpad. Despite the angst, this is one of my favorite parts of this series.
Max stretched out, his back feeling painful after carrying all the presents he'd bought up from the parking lot before stashing them in a high cupboard in the house where he was sure nobody would look. It was late and he'd spent most of the day out looking for gifts, although truly it was also an excuse to get some space since the environment at home wasn't the best right now.
The house was quiet when he arrived, a good indicator the girls were already asleep in their room and you as well probably. Although only a few months ago there wouldn't be a day you wouldn't wait for Max before going to bed, physically unable to go to sleep without hearing his voice but lately things had changed and you and Max often went to bed without exchanging any words at all.
Once he finally made his way to your bedroom he wasn't surprised to find you were in fact asleep, clothes scattered around the room which you also hadn't bothered to clean up. Max sighed, he was tired having not really had a day of relaxation since the season ended despite imagining he'd spend his winter holidays differently, that things would somehow get better.
He proceeded to pick up the room a little bit making it a little more presentable before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed. While his skin screamed to feel yours Max didn't feel comfortable enough to do so anymore, not knowing how you'd react to him placing an arm around you like he had done every night since you'd gotten together..until a few months ago.
The next morning Max woke up to find you'd woken up but stayed laying there simply staring up at the ceiling, he knew your mind was spiraling but truly didn't want to ask anymore knowing you'd shut him out.
"Hey," Max asked. His voice almost felt too loud for the silence.
"Hi." Your voice was barely above a whisper, the sound almost strange to him not used to hearing it often anymore.
"How d'you sleep?" Max asked.
"I'm gonna go make breakfast for the girls." you ignored his question avoiding eye contact as you left the room leaving no more space for conversation.
Once Max got himself ready for the day he went out to join you for breakfast finding you'd already eaten and were in the process of washing the dishes. He'd be lying if he said this didn't hurt him but held back from saying anything not wanting to start an argument.
The rest of the day was mostly spent in silence apart from the laughter and ruckus from your children there were no words exchanged between you and Max. At some point, Max left the house once more wanting space.
"Mama," Ivy called you as you played with both your daughters in the balcony.
"Yeah, baby." Your daughters naturally made you smile, probably the only time you showed any sort of emotion lately.
"Do you and Papa not love each other anymore?" She asked.
Your heart skipped a beat, the immediate urge to cry reaching your throat and you only hoped your eyes gave no indication to the sudden burst of emotion. You noticed the way Lea's smile also dropped at the question, her attention ready to hear your answer.
"Uhm, of course we do baby why would you think that?" You asked hoping your shaky voice didn't worry your daughters.
"Papa doesn't blink at you anymore...like dis mama." Ivy showed you by blinking her eyes hard three times just like her father used to do to you almost daily before.
The reminder of this almost broke you, you began picking up the girl's toys making sure they weren't able to see your face properly as you began crying. "You don't have to worry girls, everythings okay with Papa and me." You lied to your daughters, and it was evident by the weakness of your voice but you weren't sure what else to say.
"Mama, are you okay?" Lea asked this time, her voice filled with concern, she was growing up, she of course noticed things, possibly understood things a little more than her sister and you knew you were hurting her, hurting them both and thought of this killed you inside.
"I'm fine Lea, why don't you take your sister to your room and watch a movie, I'm gonna shower." You tried your best to force a smile wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before facing your older daughter.
Lea simply nodded not wanting to cause you more distress before taking Ivy's hand and guiding her away. Once they were gone you let yourself cry it out.
Trying and failing to conceive another child had been more emotionally draining than you had ever imagined it would be. You and Max had tried, tried, and tired to the point making love to him wasn't exciting anymore, it was frustrating, full of desperation, and so eventually, you stopped. You stopped trying, stopped connecting, stopped loving.
Silence seemed like the easiest solution, not willing to face the reality of it all. Drowning in your own thoughts was exhausting but it seemed like the better option since potentially hearing the way you let down your partner, your family was worse.
But it was obvious now, it was obvious how much this was already hurting your family so you had to toughen up now, muster enough strength to talk to Max, talk to your husband, and face whatever was next for you, whether good or bad it had to better than letting your daughters see the way things were falling apart between you.
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Max once again came home to silence, he could hear the TV on in the girl's room and he didn't want to go to his room so instead decided to try to wrap up the presents in secret while he had the time.
Max was semi-successful, his daughters had walked out of their room and been insistent on wanting to know what Max was doing despite him telling them several times to go back to their rooms and his patience was wearing thin.
He was only able to get them to stay in their rooms after promising them a play date with their uncle Lando on the weekend if they behaved. Finally knowing they would stay in their rooms Max took the time to try to hide the gifts again so he could put them under the tree by the end of the month.
He'd headed to the bathroom and when he came back anger and frustration flooded him at seeing Lea helping Ivy up to the counter to try to open the cupboard where he'd stashed the gifts.
"LEA!" Max yelled letting his emotions control him for the first time with his daughters.
Lea and Ivy both gasped and Max ran to catch Ivy who almost slipped off the counter trying to get down quickly.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! WERE YOU EVEN THINKING!? YOUR SISTER COULD'VE GOTTEN HURT!" Max yelled at his older daughter.
You heard the commotion from the room running out to check on the situation. "I WANT YOU BOTH IN YOUR ROOMS, NO TV, NO GAMES, GO STRAIGHT TO BED!" Max continued yelling.
Both Ivy and Lea were in tears at seeing their dad so angry for the first time in their lives, running straight to their rooms.
"Max calm down." Your heart broke, you knew Max was never like this with your daughters and it scared you to see this side of him come out, feeling partly guilty for it.
"Oh wow...so now you decide to talk to me." Max scoffed pushing past you and into your room.
Your heart broke at the action, but he was right. You knew he needed time to cool off so you headed to your daughter's room to check on them.
Opening the door you had to try to hold back your own tears at the sight. Lea held Ivy in her arms as they both sobbed. You couldn't say anything to afraid to burst into tears so instead sat by your daughter's bed and hugged them both.
"I-I-I'm so-so-sorry-ma-ma." Lea hiccuped not being able to catch her own breath at how much she cried.
This time you felt a few tears run down your cheeks. "Hey baby it's okay." You took her face in your hands trying to soothe her. "Lea honey it's okay." You blew gently on your daughter's face trying to calm her down.
"Pa-pa's- ang-angr-angry." she continued hiccuping.
"I know darling he shouldn't have yelled like that baby. He loves you so much, we both do." You reminded her kissing her forehead.
Eventually, Ivy had fallen asleep crying on her sister's lap so you picked her up and moved her to her bed tucking her in. You then went back to your older daughter who was having a little bit of a harder time settling down.
"Lea listen sometimes people get angry at other things and they feel so angry for a long time that when something else happens they just blow up and scream." You tried your best to explain to your daughter.
"Like papa?" She asked.
"Yeah like Papa Baby, Papa's feeling a lot of things because of something else and unfortunately he just took it out on you." You revealed.
Little did you know Max was listening from outside, after cooling off a little he felt bad and meant to go apologize to his daughters but stopped once he heard you inside with them.
"But why?" Lea asked. "Why is papa angry mama?" Lea was almost 6, you knew she was starting to get a better grasp of things and you also knew being honest with her would be the best thing for her right now so after thinking about it for a few seconds you decided to just be honest with her.
"Do you remember on Ivy's 2nd birthday when she wished for a brother?" You asked your daughter.
"Yeah," Lea replied moving her head to look up at you.
"Well your Papa and I after that, after talking a lot tried to make another baby..."Your voice broke.
Max's heart broke at hearing you struggle to speak.
"Well, we tried for a long time and Mama just couldn't get another baby in her tummy which made both Mama and Papa really really sad." You revealed.
"Why won't the baby go in your tummy mama?" Lea asked innocently, reaching for her little hand to wipe some tears off your cheek.
"I don't know baby, maybe mommy's broken." You were full-on crying but you could see your daughter's understanding eyes at the situation.
"Is that why Papa doesn't say I love you with his eyes anymore?" Lea asked again, oblivious to the impact her question had on her parents. Max fell to his knees outside the room distraught at the guilt he could hear in your voice, and about the fact that his daughters and possibly you thought he didn't love you anymore.
"I don't know honey...maybe. It's not easy when you want something really really bad and you just can't get it so it can make you feel a lot of things, mommy feels like it's her fault that the baby doesn't want to go in her tummy." You tried to finish explaining.
"I'm sorry Mama." Lea apologized once more. "But even if you are broken mama I'll still love you the same, I'll even say it with my eyes if you want." Lea smiled imitating her dad by blinking her eyes I love you just like her dad used to do.
This time your tears were of gratitude at feeling the love your daughter had for you, the simplicity with which her mind understood the situation and tried to make you feel better. "Thank you, baby." You hugged your daughter placing kisses on her cheek.
Lea settled enough, feeling a little better at understanding why things had been a little weird at home lately. You watched her fall asleep. You took a deep breath ready to have a difficult conversation with your husband praying it might go a little similar to the conversation you had with your daughter.
You walked out of their room and were surprised to find Max sitting outside, his back to the wall with his face in his hands. You could tell he'd been crying from the wet spots on his shirt and trousers.
"Maxy." You fell to your knees beside him.
Max pulled his hands away as you both wrapped your arms around each other at the same time. You both started crying in each other's arms, Max holding you tightly against him.
"You're not broken, I never thought so either I just wanted you to talk to me." He whispered. "I love you so much and I'm sorry I ever let you doubt it, and I'm sorry for screaming at Ivy and Lea, I'm just- I'm so sorry for everything" Max cried tucking his face in the crook of your neck.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I felt so useless and frustrated I couldn't get pregnant. I know how long you've been trying to hold it together for us, for all of us and I shouldn't have ever let you carry all of it on your own. I'm sorry too for everything." You also apologized. "I love you, Max, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop loving you I just wanted to give us another baby."
"I know." Max sighed pulling back and wiping tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. "Look I would love to have another baby with you, I'd have a 100 if it was with you but I'm so enamored by the family you've given me already, our girls...they're the best thing that have ever happened to me and if trying to have another baby is gonna cost us...us...than I don't want it." Max was honest.
You nodded agreeing with his words.
"It doesn't mean we stop trying, we can if that's what you want but I just want you back first, I need us to be okay before trying again okay?" He asked you.
"Yeah." You agreed once more.
Max rested his forehead against yours. You heard him take a deep breath. "God I missed you." he sighed before leaning down to place his lips against yours.
You kissed him back harshly almost desperate to taste him again mentally questioning yourself how you were able to survive without this for as long as you did. "I love you," you whispered as you momentarily pulled away to catch your breath.
But Max kept kissing you not wanting for this to stop, as if his body was trying to catch up on all the time he spent without your touch. "I love you." He whispered back scooping you into his lap, your legs wrapping around him as he stood up with you in his arms before taking you to your bedroom.
Laying you down on your shared bed it once again felt right, being shared with him. Max was quick to get you naked, teasing you as he prepared you for him.
"I adore you." He whispered as he slipped into you. You'd be okay.
Hope uni is treating you well! Whenever you have time, could I request a carlos x bodyguard!reader? However u wanna play it but i need a kick ass fem reader. TIA!
Size isn't everything II Carlos Sainz x Bodyguard!Reader
SUMMARY: Carlos gets assigned a new bodyguard and you're not what he expected but he is happily surprised.
A/N: I kinda loved this request and it took me a sec to come up with an idea so hope you enjoy ;)
Carlos Sainz was a big name in Formula 1, a Spanish heartthrob used to the chaos that was his job—the screaming and shouting for his name and the often unwanted attention that came with being a Ferrari driver. With his recent rise in fame came an increase in security in every country he traveled to. His team had insisted on bringing in a personal bodyguard after a terrifying incident involving female fans almost getting into his hotel room. Carlos had laughed it off, said it wouldn't happen again and he could take care of himself.
That’s when he met you.
You stood at the entrance to his garage, arms folded, your expression neutral. Petite, a quarter of the size of all the other bodyguards Carlos had ever had. But he couldn't deny there was something about your sharp gaze and confident stance that made you stand out.
You dressed in a black workout set, your hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. If you were nervous about protecting one of the most sought-after names in Formula 1 at his home race you didn’t show it.
Carlos couldn’t help the cheeky grin as he approached you.
“You’re my new bodyguard?” he asked, the skepticism evident in his tone.
You raised an eyebrow. “Seems like it, yeah.” you replied firmly.
He chuckled. “No offense, but aren’t you… a little small for the job?”
Your lips twitched and Carlos was surprised to see a hint of a smile break out. “Size isn’t everything, Sainz.” Your eyes shamelessly scanned him, "You must know that."
Carlos huffed surprised at the insinuation. “Hmm, I guess we'll see.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
You just didn’t look like you could handle much. He figured you were probably hired because of your good looks, maybe people would think he had finally found someone and back off.
For the next few days, Carlos treated you like a shadow—hardly noticing you as you followed him from races to meetings, to hotel rooms, always a few steps behind, your presence barely noticeable.
You remained professional, never reacting to his teasing remarks or flirty comments. But there was an undercurrent of tension, a game neither of you had fully acknowledged yet.
It was on the evening before a major race when things took a turn. Carlos plastered on a fake smile as he attended a VIP event at one of Monaco’s exclusive clubs. As usual, he held a drink in hand, surrounded by suck-ups and sportsmen alike. You stood nearby, your eyes scanning the room, attentive.
Carlos had noticed a man lingering at the edge of the crowd, staring intently at him. Initially ignoring it, he was used to this attention from fans anyway. But something about the man’s gaze felt different. Too intense. He shifted uncomfortably, and you were quick to pick up on his unease.
Without a word, you moved closer to him, your posture subtly shifting into something more alert.
“Everything okay?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible over the loud music.
Carlos's hand wrapped around your waist admiring the change of attire for tonight. The dress showing off your curves better than any of those sets you often wore could.
“Yeah, just… that guy’s giving me weird vibes,” Carlos admitted, nodding discreetly toward the man.
Your eyes flicked toward the man in question. You didn’t hesitate. Turning back to face Carlos you allowed him to hold you. “Stay close,” you instructed, firmly and with no hint of playfulness in your voice.
Carlos opened his mouth to tease, but before he could, the man had moved—pushing through the crowd toward him with alarming speed. In an instant, you'd turned Carlos' hold, blocking his body from the approaching threat. He could hardly believe what happened next.
The man reached out, but before he could lay a hand on Carlos, You'd moved at an impressive speed. Twisting the man’s wrist, using his own momentum against him, sending him crashing to the floor with a thud that made the crowd around them gasp. In seconds, you had the man pinned, screaming in pain, your knee pressed into his back, one hand expertly restraining his arm behind him.
Carlos stood there, dumbfounded.
“Security!” You barked, and within seconds, security rushed over to take the man away. You didn’t even look startled. Standing up, you dusted off your hands, tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen off place, and turned to Carlos, not a bead of sweat or hint of effort on your face.
“We should probably leave,” you said, as if nothing had happened.
Carlos on the other hand was still trying to process what he’d just witnessed. He’d doubted your capabilities, but that display of strength and professionalism had been something else entirely.
“What? How? Where did you learn to do that!?” he asked his tone a mixture of awe and disbelief.
You smirked, just a hint of amusement in your eyes. “Like I said, size isn’t everything.”
For the first time, Carlos felt embarrassed for having underestimated you.
“Right. Point taken." He admitted defeat. "You’re a badass.”
You raised an eyebrow, surprised at the sudden compliment. And for the first time, Carlos thought he detected a small blush. “Glad you finally noticed.”
The adrenaline still buzzed in his veins, and he couldn’t help but grin. “You know, you could’ve just told me you were basically superwoman. Would’ve saved me the embarrassment.”
You smirked slightly. “Where’s the fun in that?”
From that moment on, the dynamic shifted. Carlos no longer saw you as just a bodyguard. There was something about the way you carried yourself, that quiet confidence, that intrigued him. And despite the seriousness of your job, there was an undeniable spark between you—an unspoken flirtation that neither could quite ignore.
As you headed back to the hotel, Carlos couldn’t resist teasing you.
“So, you’re not just my bodyguard, you’re my personal guardian angel?”
You side-eyed him. “Don’t push it.”
He chuckled, leaning in closer as you walked.
“I’m just saying, if I ever end up in a fight, I know who I’m hiding behind.” his hand grazed yours.
You scoffed a laugh. “You’re welcome to try.”
There was a comfortable silence as you reached the elevator. Carlos pressed the button for his floor, stealing a glance at you.
“You know, I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t expect this. You’re full of surprises.” He leaned back onto the wall this time shamelessly scanning YOU.
“That’s part of the job.” you shrugged.
“Well, I’m looking forward to seeing what other surprises you’ve got up your sleeve.” his eyes dropped down your body once again.
For the first time, you allowed yourself a small, genuine smile. It was beautiful. “Just don’t get any ideas, Sainz.”
Carlos laughed, his heart skipping a beat at the reaction he caused. “Too late for that.”
You shook your head playfully rolling your eyes.
As you stepped out into the hallway, the air between you was charged with something new—something electric. Carlos realized that this partnership was going to be far more interesting than he’d ever imagined.
You might have been assigned to protect him, but there was no denying that the job had become deeper than intended.
In a world where speed and danger were part of everyday life, Carlos had found something, or rather someone, who could keep up with him. And maybe, you'd be the one to finally slow him down.
SUMMARY: After a particularly challenging weekend Oscar helps you wind down.
WARNINGS: **18+**, soft smut, unprotected sex, James Vowels?
A/N: Just an idea I had but not sure I like it ;/
Everything that could go wrong went wrong. The weekend had started off bad, the upgrade that had been added to your car had failed massively.
You couldn’t control the car, your team threw guesses at you of how to fix it while on track, and you’d already received a handful of warnings, and fines, for impeding on track, failing to slow, but also driving necessarily slow, etc.
It was a weekend of nightmares and definitely a weekend to forget. Truly you should've seen it coming, you shouldn't have been surprised that on Sunday barely managed to push through a full lap before retiring the car.
"Our deepest apologies y/n we'll fix it for next weekend." You heard James' voice over the radio.
"I mean it can't get worse than this." Your reply was sharp, but with all the built-up frustration that was tame.
Getting out of the car you couldn't be bothered to stay back and watch the rest of the race or debrief, you simply completed your media duties.
You tiredly drove back to the hotel and ordered some room service before stripping completely leaving you in nothing but panties and Oscar's hoodie covering your top half.
You enjoyed a big juicy burger you very much felt you deserved before laying in bed and having a nap.
Oscar wasn't surprised to find out you'd decided to head back to the hotel, only imagining how frustrated you must've felt. He didn't care that he'd just won another GP and you hadn't watched he simply wanted to get back to you, make you sure you were ok.
Getting back to the hotel he walked into your shared room to be happily greeted by your sleep body on the bed. You were wearing his hoodie and your leg was bent up to the side while you slept on your stomach giving him the perfect view of your almost bare ass and covered slit.
He stood and stared for a bit, enjoying the site. Finally, he dropped everything before walking over to you.
The sudden dip in the bed stirred you awake, you felt Oscar slip his hand under the hoodie rubbing your back soothingly before he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek.
"Oz, how did you do?" You asked, sleep present in your voice.
"Doesn't matter. How are you feeling?" He asked you, his hand now coming down to lightly pat at your butt.
"Hmm, fed up." You pouted and Oscar was quick to lean down and kiss the pout away. The kiss was sweet and gentle but the moment was far from innocent as Oscar's hand began to slide down your ass to your clothed pussy.
"Hmm Osc." You sighed your hips beginning to chase after his fingers. Oscar teased you letting his thumb glide up and down your clothed slit as the rest of his hand cupped you.
"Shh baby." He kissed you again.
He pulled your panties down just enough so they were out of the way before his thumb was back on your slit. Slowly move up and down spreading your wetness.
Your hips moved up and down with his fingers before stilling when his thumb pushed past your folds and into your whole.
"Humm." You gasped at the feeling, breaking the seal of your kiss momentarily. You tried to sit up only to be stopped by Oscar.
"Just relax my sweet, enjoy it." He encouraged you.
Oscar moved down between your legs, he pulled your hips up momentarily sliding in a pillow to arch your back slightly giving him the perfect access.
"Oz please-" You begged your boyfriend for more.
He didn't need to be told twice and not a second later your eyes were rolling back with pleasure as Oscar's tongue moved up and down your pussy.
You weren't going to last too long. Oscar's tongue circled your clit with the perfect speed as he let his thumb thrust in and out of your hole.
His mouth dripped with your sweet juices as you struggled to keep your hips still with all of the pleasure.
"Hmm, Osc I'm gonna cum." Oscar knew it already by the way he could see your ass hole begin to twitch in pleasure, he himself could've cum right then at the sight alone.
Oscar let his tongue do the rest of the work as he let his hands slide under your (his) hoodie once again cupping your breasts, the combination of feelings was enough to have you trembling in pleasure as you came on his tongue.
Oscar kept sucking through your orgasms, enjoying the sweetness you produced. After your moans and trembling began to settle as you came down from your high Oscar gave your pussy a kiss as well as your ass cheek before hovering over you.
"Can I fuck you sweetheart?" The way his hand held your hip so tightly was enough to turn you on again.
"Yeh...yes Ozzie please." You replied breathless from your previous orgasm.
You felt Oscar's fingers slide through your slit once more making you shiver at the sensitivity before you felt his tip at your entrance.
Oscar loved the way your hips moved, the curve of your back as you sunk down on him. He thought he'd have control over the pace but your hips moved to their own accord and he wasn't going to complain.
He happily watched and enjoyed as your hips began bouncing up and down on his dick, your head buried into the pillow as you attempted to muffle your moans while you chased your second orgasm.
"Fuck that's it baby." Oscar smaked your ass earning a high pitched moan from you.
"Hmm Oz please, please cum inside me." You begged him and he would happily oblige.
It didn't take much longer as your already sensitive insides began to twitch, Oscar felt your walls close around him as you came again, you lost control of the pace and Oscar was quick to take your hips once more to give you the last few thrusts before filling you up.
"Sh*t-" Oscar grunted as he watched his dick pulse inside you, his cum trying to burst out through the sides.
"Hmm so good-" You moaned into the pillow as Oscar pulled out slowly watching his cum leak out of you.
This should be a good enough start to a memory that would help you forget about the weekend.
SUMMARY: It's Ivy's 2nd Birthday and her birthday wish is a little bigger than you'd expected. Part of Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: None?
A/N: Requested over on wattpad ;)
"Oh no Max the party hats, I forgot to get party hats." Your heart sunk to your stomach.
"No, I bought some." Max calmed you down.
Today was Ivy's 2nd birthday and she had been so insistent about celebrating her birthday at a race with her Papa and Uncles despite you telling her she could have a big birthday party at home with her friends. Ivy almost cried when you suggested something else wanting nothing more but to be at the "waces!" for her birthday.
Despite this, you still wanted her birthday to have somewhat of a little celebration so you'd spent days making and decorating cupcakes to take to the paddock and buying some decorations for Ivy.
You'd wanted everything to be a surprise so you'd mostly work at night so that the girls didn't see you because you also knew that if Lea saw anything she would definitely say something since she was as good at keeping secrets as her uncle Lando.
But Max could tell how stressed and tired you'd grown with trying to get everything perfect for her and he was glad it was finally the day so you could relax a little. You'd woken up earlier to get the stuff in the car so that Brad could drive it to the track before you arrived with Max, Ivy, and Lea.
"Okay, I'll go now." Brad got in the car to drive off.
"Wait no did I bring down the streamers?" You asked.
"Yes," Max answered waving Brad away.
"Wait what about the-"
"Schatje, everything's there." Max cupped your face to get you to look at him.
"But what if-"
"If it's not she won't even notice darling, it'll be perfect because we'll be there." Max kissed you not letting you argue further. He could feel you relax in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I just want everything to be perfect." You hugged your husband tightly.
"You'll never reach perfection baby, trust me I've tried" Max kissed your head. "But you're close enough and Ivy's gonna love whatever we do for her."
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"PAPA WOOK!" Ivy yelled excitedly as she ran out of her room.
Max turned to see his daughter in a big puffy Belle dress which she had begged him to buy for her birthday.
"Oh my god is that Belle?" Max gasped dramatically.
You stood by the door watching the interaction with loving eyes.
"No Papa is me Iby!" Ivy ran up to her dad who lifted her up and twirled her around.
"How's my gorgeous birthday girl?" Max kissed her cheeks.
"Papa I tuwn two." Ivy held up her tiny hand trying to hold up 2 fingers but her third finger kept slipping out of the grasp of her little thumb and pinky finger.
"Yes, you do and you need to stop growing." Max hugged her closer sighing at the idea of his girls growing up.
A few seconds later Lea peaked her head around the corner of her room. "Mamma?" She called your name.
"You ready baby?" You asked your daughter whom you'd also bought a dress for since you wanted to make sure she didn't feel left out.
She nodded shyly, she'd started growing shy around you and her dad lately whenever she showed you something which you found adorable.
She walked out wearing her Belle dress too except hers was the blue town dress and you'd helped her put a blue bow on her hair.
"What a gorgeous princess!" Max also sighed dramatically while holding Ivy who clapped in his arms happily.
You had breakfast quickly, the girls and you having pancakes as a treat for Ivy's birthday while Max had to eat something else to keep his weight down for getting in the car later.
You strapped everyone into the car and off you went to the race track.
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As soon as you arrived there were cameras everywhere but by now the girls were used to it especially Lea who liked to pose for the cameras despite Max and you telling her to keep her head low.
"Mama Wando?" Lea pointed down to the McLaren hospitality as you approached the Redbull hospitality.
"Maybe we'll see him later Ivy he's not here yet." You lied and heard her sigh sadly as she rested her head on your shoulder.
You'd arrived at the track pretty early since Max didn't have to be on the track until around 4 today but as a surprise for Ivy's birthday, You and Max had asked the boys if they could arrive early to surprise Ivy for her birthday knowing she would just want to spend the day with her favorite people.
You walked into the Redbull hospitality and Brad, Vicky, and other staff members were there ready just like planned.
"Ivy look!" Max called out to his daughter who lifted her head from your shoulder to look towards her dead.
"SURPRISE!" They called out as party poppers went off and confetti flew everywhere Ivy's eyes and mouth were wide open as she looked around the decorated room.
She squealed in your arms squirming for you to put her down and as soon as you did she went running to where there were presents and a huge cake with a small fondant F1 car where Ivy was the driver wearing a tiara.
"PAPA LOOK!" Ivy called out to her dad pointing at the top of the cake.
"Wow, Ivy." Max gasped surprised as if he hadn't specifically asked for her cake.
You looked around to look for Lea just to find her munching away at the snacks that were laid out across the snack table despite eating breakfast not long ago. Just as you turned again you noticed Lando, Dani, Carlos, and Charles at the door, Ivy too distracted looking at her cake with her dad to notice.
"Come in." You waved the drivers over. Max had previously discussed all of this with Christian and he'd gladly accepted having the drivers over at the hospitality for a few hours for the celebration.
"MY BABY!" Lando yelled as soon as he was inside.
Ivy's head snapped immediately in the direction of her favorite person. "WANDOOOO!" She yelped as she ran as fast as her little feet could carry her towards her godfather.
Lea hearing the commotion turned around and also ran towards her godfather, Daniel scooping her up in her arms happily.
It didn't take long for the rest of the drivers to pile in and Ivy excitedly greeted everyone although always kept coming back to Lando's arms.
Although you'd insisted they didn't have to bring anything you weren't surprised to see the gift table had doubled in numbers at all the gifts the drivers had bought only hoping they hadn't spent ridiculous amounts of money on a 2-year-old.
"Happy Birthday dear Ivy! Happy Birthday to you!" Everyone finished singing as Max held Lea in his arms, you holding Lea in yours as you stood behind the birthday cake. Antoine, Louis, and Joris moved across taking pictures and videos of your family per their own request as you'd told them they didn't need to take any pictures and you'd be happy with simply their presence but they insisted.
"Make a wish princess." Max lowered Ivy so she could blow at her candles.
"I wish for a widdle broder!" Ivy yelled out unashamedly blowing out her candles afterwards.
You and Max looked at each other in shock as everyone around you burst out laughing. "Uh, you're meant to say your wish in your head baby," Max told his daughter not really sure how to proceed.
"hmm." She shrugged unbothered as she squirmed for Max to put her down. "Wando Cake!" She called out to her godfather who gladly came over to help Ivy start cutting the cake (horribly).
After everyone got a piece and Lea sat sharing her piece with Lando on his lap you all sat and relaxed for a while, Max by your side as Lea played around with Joris and Charles whom she still had an obsession with.
Max turned to you blinking hard three times, his little I love you gesture. "So what do you think about Ivy's wish huh?" Max asked you.
You laughed at the thought. Max laughing with you. "If it's with you I want it all." You told him lovingly.
"In another year?" Max dragged your chair closer to him so there was barely a gap between the both of you.
"Sounds good to me." You smiled before Max kissed you lovingly.
SUMMARY: One of the things Charles had to learn about you when you started dating was your ability to get hurt with just about anything and anyone who crosses your path.
WARNINGS: short, minor injuries, dizziness, allergies.
A/N: Inspired by me and my proneness to injury which has been on an all-time high this month 🥲
"Tss-" Charles's head popped up immediately at the sound of you hissing, a million scenarios running through his head about how you'd injured yourself this time.
"What happened mon amour?" He rushed over to you watching as you clutched your finger tightly, your face contorted in pain.
"I closed the cupboard on my finger somehow." You showed Charles the small blood blister forming on your finger where you'd pinched a piece of skin.
"Cherie what am I gonna do with you." Charles held your injured finger placing a small kiss on it before bringing you into a hug.
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"Oh my god Charlie look!" You spotted at a big dandelion field on one of your walks with your boyfriend.
"Amour wait-" Charles wasn't fast enough to stop you as you happily ran to it. "Just be careful please." he didn't have the heart to stop you as you ran through it.
"Charlie take a picture of me!" You happily giggled as you watched the white fuzz rise around you.
Charles laughed gladly capturing the moment in his phone. It all seemed too perfect.
As you walked the rest of the way home Charles noticed you kept scratching at your hands and arms. "What's wrong my love?" he asked.
"Nothing." He knew you always tried to play your discomfort and pain down.
"Let me see." He grabbed your hand gently bringing your arms into view which were growing rashes. Charles gasped at the sight. "Amour!"
"I think I might be allergic to dandelions." You looked so defeated it tugged at Charles's heart. He was glad you were wearing jeans impeding your legs from rashing too.
"Aww mon bebe." Charles kissed your temple. "C, mon let's get you to the doctor." He held your hand as you left the house once more.
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"He's good, and has a lot of potential." You and Charles chatted casually as he washed the dishes while you dried them and put them away.
"He's young though, I'd hate for the same thing to-" You gasped as a plate slipped from your hand, you tried to catch it but it had already broken by the time you tried to save it.
"Cherie you okay?" Charles quickly dried his hands rushing to you.
"I'm fine just ugh, a broken plate." you sighed frustrated as you leaned down to start cleaning up.
"It's just a plate darling you sure you're alright?" Charles crouched down with you.
"Yes I- Oww." you pulled your hand away quickly after trying to grab a large piece of the broken plate. "Oh my god, why?!" You were frustrated with yourself for not being more careful.
"Let me see." Charles pulled your hand towards him seeing the small but deep cut on your palm starting to bleed a lot. "Okay come here." Despite his worry, Charles wasn't fazed with your injuries anymore always quick to jump into action. He grabbed a paper towel wrapping it around your hand.
"It doesn't even hurt just stings a little-" Charles hated the way you always got so disappointed with yourself after getting hurt.
"It's okay amour, just hold it and keep your hand up while I fetch the first aid kit." He kissed your cheek before rushing off.
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"and then the next thing I know Steph is on one of the tables grinding on some random dude-" You paced around the living room telling Charles about last night through tears of laughter.
"No way!" Charles laughed with you picturing the scene, hoping he could've been there with you.
"Yes and so Freya was trying to get her down and somehow ends up getting lifted onto the table herself-" you could barely catch your breath between laughter. "You should've seen her face, she was mortified when the dude and Steph started dancing on her-" you wiped the tears from under your eyes.
"What did you do?" Charles laughed more so from your laughter than the story itself.
"Well Freya was looking at me with like this plea for help so I-" a loud thud silenced you. "Fuck-" You cursed as you'd managed to hit your funny bone in the corner of the wall hard.
"You okay baby?" Charles immediately sat up.
He watched you rub at your elbow. "Yeah I-" You stumbled a little making him rush to stable you. "Ooh, I'm a little light-headed."
"You must've hit your funny bone pretty hard." He carried you to the couch with him and your vision went blurry for a few seconds.
"That was weird." you opened and closed your hand as pins and needles filled your arm.
"It's okay baby I've got you." Charles pulled you into his side.
You sighed, waiting for the feeling and lightheadedness to pass.
"I'm sorry." you apologized to Charles as you nustled into his chest.
"What are you sorry for amour?!" Charles cupped your cheek making you face him.
"For always making you worry and not being careful enough, I obviously don't do it on purpose but maybe if I was more careful and-" You started.
"Hey shh-" Charles shushed you with a sweet kiss. "Don't be silly." He hugged you tighter. "I love you just the way you are, injuries and all even if I prefer you never got injured again. It's just the way you are and to me it's perfect."
You couldn't help but giggle. "I love you Charlie." You looked up at him, cupping his cheek this time so you could kiss him.
"I love you more, my injury-prone girlfriend." He kissed you again.
Hiii so can you make a story wher the reader is a waitress for lando and oscar and they keep flirting with them. So eventually they got her to bring her home and thinks get steamy🥰
Hey Anon, my requests are closed right now sorry ;(
I just had an idea could you write a smut fic with lance stroll, where you were like rivals for you entire childhood until now and ig you can imagine the rest.... ;)
Love to hate you II Lance Stroll x Reader Ⓦ
SUMMARY: Lance has always had a special ability to get on your nerves and sadly he's also always had the ability to turn you into mush.
WARNINGS: **18+**, super short, smut, a smidge of choking, not proofread.
A/N: Sorry for the wait ;/ hope you enjoy.
"fuck-" You moaned into the pillow as you finished.
"sh*t-" Lance followed soon after spilling inside you. His body fell on top of yours as he got his breath back.
"You have to stop cumming inside me." You broke the silence after a few seconds. Shimmying to the side causing Lance to fall off you.
"When you screaming for me to fill you up it gets kind of confusing-" Lance smirked pulling the covers over his bottom half as he watched you clean up and rush to get dressed.
"Shut up." You bit back making him laugh, you weren't able to hold back your own smile quickly wiping it away though. "This was the last time Lance." You faced him as you tied your shoes up.
"That's what you said last time...and the time before...and the time before that...and-" Lance started listing your failed attempts at staying away from each other.
"I mean it this time." You cut him off.
"You also said that last ti-" Lance was about to argue.
"Lance!" You called his name annoyed. "I mean it." You said with a tone Lance hadn't heard from you before.
"What's this about?" He sat up.
"I'm...seeing someone." You looked down avoiding his eyes.
Lance scoffed. "You what?" The annoyance in his voice was evident.
"This doesn't mean anything Lance remember? We hate each other, have since we were 12, and that doesn't change because we decide to fuck." You were cutting, a tone Lance was more familiar with.
"Who is it?" Lance asked.
"I don't see how that's any of your business." You grabbed your purse ready to leave.
Lance grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. "Who?"
"Sam." You answered rolling your eyes at his insistence.
"Sam?" He asked incredulously. "As in your mechanic Sam?" His tone almost sounded offended.
You shrugged, yanking your hand away and finally leaving.
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"You son of a bitch." You barged into Lance's room angrily.
"Morning." He smiled cockily. "Be a doll and close the door won't you."
You slammed the door shut but only because you swore you were about to kill him. "Care to explain why the fuck Sam got fired?!" You shoved him.
"Hmm, I think I heard something about inappropriate workplace relationship." Lance feigned innocence.
"I hate you!" You slapped him only causing Lance's cocky grin to widen.
"Hm trust me I know." He pulled you in by your waist.
"Don't touch me!" You attempted to shove his arms away. A weak attempt though.
"Shh-" Lance's grip was tight on you as he brought his face close to yours.
"You're a dickhead-" Your tone softened but there was still annoyance. "I really fucking hate you."
"I know baby I know." Lance slipped his hand inside your jeans, sliding his hand through your folds. You gasped and Lance took this opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. "But you love to hate me."
"Lance-" You whined.
"Shh, let me take care of you." Lance kissed you again, pushing his fingers inside you.
"mhmm" you quickly forgot about your anger, lost in the pleasure only Lance could provide.
"You're mine to hate okay?" Lance whispered, kissing down your neck.
"Lance more-" You begged him as he slowed down his fingering.
Lance slipped his fingers out of you, pushing your jeans and panties down. Before doing the same, all while leaving marks across your neck.
"Answer me" he wrapped a hand around your throat putting slight pleasure.
You would've fought back if Lance wasn't so teasing with him sliding his tip across your folds, letting it circle your clit for a few seconds.
"I'm yours to hate." You agreed.
"That's it, baby." He smirked happily pulling you in for a kiss yet again in an attempt to muffle your moans as he slipped into you.
"And I'm yours to hate baby, only yours." Lance reveled in the way you fell apart in his arms, a sight he'd never grow tired of even after years of seeing it.
