“10 reasons we love Chris Evans…..”
Hi this is my first time requesting anything but would you be able to do single mother!reader x the F1 grid. The love interest could be anyone you like xx
In Your Arms
2023 F1 Grid x Leclerc!reader, Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader
Genre: flangtsy (fluff and angst, get it? I'm a genius)
Request: yep :) Though I'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted. Sorry if I didn't get it right 😥
Summary: Max Verstappen takes on the role of lover and father to the girl he’s seen go through hell
Warnings: mentions of r*pe and SA but no graphic depictions. Mentions of being drugged.
Notes: this feels heavy in the beginning. Written in second person
Masterlist
You didn’t know how it happened. It was supposed to be a safe place. Security is everywhere.
Though security probably didn’t have reason so suspect an engineer of doing something so awful. Defiling someone’s body without their consent.
You’d come to see Charles’ home race. Granted you live in Monaco and spend majority of your down time with drivers, their partners, and families. You’d grown up around them having gone with to see Charles race and then Arthur.
Your three older brothers had promised to keep you safe. Lorenzo felt that he had to fill your fathers shoes after his passing. Not that he saw you as helpless, but you’re always going to be his baby sister.
You wonder where they are now as you sit in Charles’ driver room. Your clothes crumpled around your body and hair tossed in every direction. You want nothing more then to peel away your own skin.
Something was in your water. She blamed it in chemicals or something, but the more you drank it the thirstier you became. Having downed the whole bottle in five minutes.
The dizziness set in after that. Body now lax and head foggy.
Charles had picked up in your now rather sick complexion and suggested you watch from his room in the motor home. An offer you gratefully took.
Right before the race, someone came to the door and opened it without knocking. A stranger in red who’s face you can’t make out.
Your phone had been buzzing nonstop with texts from your family about her location. Texts you didn’t answer. Limbs to heavy to reach for the phone.
One thing stuck in your mind is what Max is going to think of you now. You’d only been dating for a year. Would he look at you with pity in his eyes? Wonder why you didn’t fight back?
It was funny how you and Max came to be. Much if it having to do with Charles being sick of you two making heart eyes at each other growing up. He’d went as far as to throwing you in Max’s driver room and telling the two of you to confess.
Needless to say it worked.
The hours seem to drag on. Your phone still buzzing. You want to answer but you can barely move. The vertigo no letting you move further then an inch at a time.
Charles is the first to find you. Though you don’t know it’s him. The voice at the door sounds like it’s underwater and your brain can’t make out his face. For a minute, you panic. Charles’ hands are on you, trying to get you off the floor but your wailing at him to stop. Slurred words that he can’t understand fall from your mouth.
Charles can barely get close to you. So he switches tactics. Your family meets him at the door and takes one look at you. Immediately, your moth has a sense she knows what happened.
She’s so gentle. Careful not to touch you and she examines your face. She knows she’s going to have to get you to a doctor. That’s a given. However, she doesn’t know how to do so when you keep flinching at all your brothers who are wearing Ferrari red.
For now, she tries to get water down your throat.
~
The Leclerc’s find themselves waiting at the hospital. The best news being that you weren’t overdosed, but definitely close to it.
Charles is pacing furiously. Angry that the security around the paddock didn’t see anything strange. Arthur is trying to piece together how it could have happened and Lorenzo has been stringing together angry sentences in French over the phone.
It all comes to a halt when Max comes barreling through the door. He looks scared. Charles had called him to tell them where they were but had given him no details.
“What happened?”
~
Everything feels wrong. Your throat is sore. Your head hurts. Your muscles ache. Thoughts seem to be stuck somewhere.
It all comes rushing back as you remember what happened earlier that day. The room is dark, so you assume she slept for a while, but you can’t get her heart to slow down.
Max is stroking your hand gently. His eyes are sad and you can tell he's been stressed. "Nobody is telling me what happened. They said it should be you."
Some part of you is relieved, and the other is wracked with guilt.
"We don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." He's still running his fingers along her arms.
"He was wearing red." Your nails start clawing at your skin.
It clicks and he's angry.
~
It's been a month and a half.
It's a slow process of getting out again.
Max refuses to leave you alone because you've been sinking further into herself. Then you're always around people. Out in the open. Stuck to someone you trust.
This morning is spent at home in bed. Max's arm tucked gently around around your waist, pulling you further into him.
It's the overwhelming feeling of nausea that has you diving out of bed and into the bathroom. Her stomach contents now not wanting to be in her body.
Max feels her panic and runs after you, trying his best to shake the sleep from his eyes. As soon as he figures out what's happening, he's holding her hair back and rubbing comforting circles on her back.
~
You clutche the pregnancy test in your hands. It makes her sick again. Five positives and a single negative. Three different brands.
Just when you feel you're getting better, now you have to tell everyone you're pregnant, and it's not Max's. Sobs overcame you before you can get up from where you sunk down to the floor.
Max finds you hours later, still on the floor looking and the blue lines.
"I'm so sorry."
"Nothing to apolize for, lovely. Just know I'll support you on whatever decision you make."
~
It's not an easy decision to keep the baby, but she can't see herself parting with them.
The sucky part is knowing that the biological father is still in the Ferrari garage somewhere. Charles, despite his best efforts, could not catch him. He must be some really nice guy that everyone likes. It's always the to nice ones that end up being evil on the inside.
Max has decided he'll take the role of father if you let him. He's been attentive. Making sure your every need is taken care of.
He's also still looking for the man who decided to take something that wasn't his. He's in the Ferrari paddock or hanging around the garage with Charles to see if anyone even looks at you funny.
~
Eight months in, and you're exhausted. Your mom has been staying with you while Max is traveling for races. He calls every chance he gets to check in on you.
Carlos has been sending you videos of why he is going to be a better uncle than Lando. Then Lando goes and brings you food and baby things to prove him wrong.
It's night, and you're tucked into bed, wishing Max were here cuddle with you. Then, the sensation of water leaking down your legs makes you call for your mother.
You stay calm while she drives to the hospital. You were expected to carry to full term. Neither of you expected the baby to come a month early.
You're calling Max repeatedly. The time difference puts him at prime sleep time.
Eventually he answers.
He's on the next flight home.
~
You waited as long as possible. Max had gotten there in the nick of time. He held your hand the entire time.
You were in labor for over a day. The pain getting unbearable at times.
When you finished, you were holding a healthy baby girl.
~
Isabella is your everything. Practically attached to your hip. She took more of your traits than you were expecting. Something that you're grateful for.
Your brothers spoil her to peices. Charles rarely says no to her, Lorenzo loves to show her how to boss the other two around, and Arthur has expanded her vocabulary is ways that are less then ideal.
Oscar was probably the most reliable to leave her with if Max or your brother aren't available. Having sisters comes in handy when he's combing through her hair. She falls asleep in his lap during almost every race weekend at some point.
Her favorite place is either on top of Landos shoulders or in Max's arms.
Max treats her like his own. He's said she's his daughter on multiple occasions. It was nice like this. Creating your own little family.
~
It takes two years after she's born for someone at Ferrari to ask you about her. Personal questions that were starting to make you uncomfortable.
Memories you'd locked away quickly find themselves flooding into your brain. Why is he so familiar?
You're outside the paddock, thankfully. People are within view.
"I want my daughter." He rasps. He is very much in your face now and You can feel his breath sticking to your face.
Your brain and chest short circuit. You send a silent prayer to whoever is listening that someone comes to save you. Thankful at yourself for leaving Isabella with Lando and Oscar.
Max had managed to catch a break and was on his way to find you. A small hop in his step at the thought of finding you and the little girl.
He freezes as he comes around the corner. His legs are carrying him faster than his mind can think. Max's hand finds his shoulder, effectively shoving the man away from you.
It takes everything in you not to fall into him as he slides in front of you protectively.
Your quick to take the opportunity to text someone to come help. Your definitely not strong enough to break them up if this gets physical and you don’t want to risk Max getting in trouble.
It's not long until Charles is barreling around the corner. Lando and Oscar close on his heels.
"You're trying to take away something that's rightfully mine." His voice is scratchy and angry, dripping with venom.
"Just like you took someone's body? I'm pretty sure taking a child is kidnapping." Max is practically growling.
Lorenzo comes running around the corner, Isabella running around the corner away from him and straight to you.
She's too far gone to stop. You lean down and scoop her up in your arms. Holding her head into her shoulder.
Max is still in front of you and her protectively. "You messed up, and now you're missing out." He spits.
Security is able to pull the Ferrari man away. Much to your relief because Charles was getting ready to swing.
You break in Max's arms once he's gone. Isabella is confused at the sadness but is still trying to cheer you up.
Max just holds you. Both of you.
"It's okay now, I'll always keep you safe."
thank you, mark
kitty taking kitty bath in the kitty bathtub
These are all from the same episode
College Frat Boy! Steve Rogers x Female Reader / Sorority! Carol Danvers x Female Reader x Sorority! Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, D/s, harassment, angst, bullying, spanking, voyeurism, public sex, oral sex (both f and m receiving), unprotected sex.
Summary | With your boyfriend being distant and being rejected from the sorority you were hoping to get into, life takes a turn when the two sorority sisters who broke the news decide they want to be friends and make it up to you.
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you are absolutely disrespectful and rude, like can we all just agree that people have to stop judging a driver's personal lives. your job as a fan is to enjoy watching them drive and interact on the track. THAT IS IT. stop acting like you have a fucking say with regard to someone’s lifestyle. shame on you for acting like you were saying something unworldly. you sound like a jackass and i hope you understand that being judgmental and an absolute jerk will bite you in the ass.
this is an account on instagram and i am just absolutely flabbergasted at how horrible and toxic people can be
Olive’s Master List
Indicators :
None = fluff
* = smutty/ smut
~ = angst
<3 = favorites of mine
bold = longer works / full imagines
Charles Leclerc :
Beach Talks / Champagne Surprises
You’re Sick ( coming soon)
Baby Leclerc <3
phone call
trying to work with this man child
enemies to lovers *
Friends by Chase Atlantic (kinda *)
Victoria Secret * <3
Street racing ( feat. Arthur Leclerc ) * / fingering you in their race car *
Getting your number ( feat. Lando Norris , Carlos Sainz Jr and Pierre Gasly)
Playing piano w/ enemy Charles / Charles fucking you on top of the piano *
Going to a festival together ( kinda *)
Making sure your boy best friend knows you’re his *
breakfast in bed *
Secret relationship / towel closet
his world
high school rivals * / riding him *
Jules’s daughter
comforting you after a terrible night out <3
watching Suits for the first time
fucking you in the bathroom *
comforting him after the french gp 22 ~
meeting his family for the first time
faking an orgasm *
fuckbuddy!charles punishing you for fucking Carlos *
Taking him to your home town
Carlos Sainz Jr :
manhandling * <3
going down on you *
surprising him
punishing you *
Getting your number ( feat. Charles Leclerc , Pierre Gasly and Lando Norris )
Comforting him after a bad race ~
Aftercare
Grabbing your waist
Sleeping
Ass man *
fucking you on the balcony in heels *
secret admirer
mornings with dad!carlos
riding his thigh *
cuddling
Pierre Gasly :
vacation in Greece *
walking on the beach *
getting ready
riding a jet ski and Pierre *
jealousy *
On vacation / vacation date
Getting your number ( feat. Carlos Sainz , Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc)
Proposing to you
Getting married
Telling him you’re pregnant
Meeting for the first time / first date
anniversary
comforting blow job *
talking about kids
talking about marriage
baby names
Lando Norris :
Golf and Short Skirts *
I don’t feel safe
missing premieres
sore looser *
streams and tickles <3
fare date <3
Getting your number ( feat. Pierre Gasly , Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz)
Class trip
Horny fiancé!lando (kinda *)
Promise ring
Your first race
Washing machine
Movie night
eating crepés
baby names
Arthur Leclerc :
Laser Tag ( coming soon )
Autographs & bites
Street racing ( feat. Charles Leclerc ) ( kinda *) <3 / fingering you in their race car *
Jealous Arthur *
Date night (kinda *)
getting your period in the middle of the night
brushing your hair
baby names
hickeys * / marking him up ( kinda * )
game night w/ your family
toto’s daughter / family dinner
Oscar Piastri :
cuddling
Daniel Ricciardo :
porch swing
aftercare <3
Lewis Hamilton ( I do not write smut for him ) : closed
movie night
a couple of drivers *
comforting you during an anxiety attack
Sebastian Vettel : closed
Riding his thigh
Yuki Tsunoda ( I do not write smut for him ) : closed
morning cuddles
Some of my favorite stories, writers you are amazing
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