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ferrariregina · 8 months

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little black dress pt.1 | mv1 × reader

pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: alcohol consumption, not proofread, unedited, club scenes

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part 1, part 2

your eyes roamed around the dance floor, looking at the people dancing their nights away. some grinding on each other, some just being themselves.

a smile creeps up on your face as you watch your best friend victoria dancing with her man, having a night away from her precious boys.

sipping on your drink you get occupied with people watching. you've always been the quiet type who loved observing in any setting, even at the club.

"y/n come on! we are here for you today get on here!" vic drags you onto the dance floor. "welcome back babe! I missed you so much!" she screams over the loud music dancing along with it making you break out in your moves.

oh, yes you might be shy but you know your way around the nightlife. throwing your head back, and rolling your hips to the music you let yourself go like no one was watching.

except there max was, leaning against the bar watching you dance in that little black dress of yours.

it took him a while to recognize you. the last time he saw you, you were still a teenager who was dead scared of him from the day his sister first introduced you both.

looking at you now all max could see was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. he watched you and his sister dance around, laughing and enjoying the night.

you sat to have a drink leaving vic and tom alone for a while unaware of your best friend's brother's presence in the club.

"still scared of me schatje?" a low voice startled you making you almost stumble off your seat.

"jesus! you scared me!" you screamed looking back at to see max. "i was never scared of you max. stop with it," you playfully hit his chest. although young you were scared of him for some unknown reason you would never admit it.

"glad to see you back in town y/n, vic missed you a lot," he said moving a strand of hair out of your face.

"i missed her too-" your eyes went to the dance floor only to see no sign of the lovebirds. "did they just ditch me?" you let out a laugh looking at max.

"you're surprised?" he asks standing up and gesturing you to follow him. "honestly?no. not like it's the first time." you shrug following him.

your heels clicked on the pavement as you followed him to the parking lot. he led you to his car, opening the door "drop a text to vic, I'm dropping you off at your place."

a/n: brainstormed three nights and came up with this. can't promise that part 2 will come soon butttt I promise it'll be better than this one. enjoy this till then!

xoxo

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giftcardgiveway-2025 · 7 months

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"You almost died!"

"I think we should really focus on that 'almost' part."

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dangerous liaisons | ln4 × sainz!reader

pairing: lando norris × sainz!reader

warning: 16+, implication of sex, slight mention of manipulation

summary: your brother, carlos didn't care about what you did at the paddock when accompanying him at his races as long as you stayed away from the drivers and their flirty antics. little did he know of your late-night rendezvous with his best friend, lando.

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"Sometimes, I hope people can always say what they truly feel. And be genuine about it. No restrictions. No holding back. No keeping all the most important parts.

But then I remembered that I myself couldn't even do that. So why would I expect other people to be like that?

I realized that sometimes we have to choose what we only have to say from the words that we truly want to say. Every word doesn't have to be said out loud; rather, let our actions show what we truly mean. Because not everyone has the time to listen to what we're about to say, and that's totally okay. We human beings don't have all the time in the world to understand everything that's happening around us. We're all busy trying to save ourselves and live life the way we want to.

So it's fine if you can't compose yourself to say everything you want to. But remember that there are so many ways to reach those people who are important to you. And I hope you'll be surrounded by the right people who will lend an ear to hear the stories that you've been holding onto."

I wish I was braver // ma.c.a

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pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: nothing beside cuteness.

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part.1, part.2

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If you ask I would bleed for you

Every drop spilled a testament to my love

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It's longing melody exposed

Desire me, it sings for you

Every note, a primal love song

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Whoever is happy will make others happy too.

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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Charles Leclerc request

I hope to one day have it in me to make you as miserable as you've made me

misery on the fast lane | cl16 × reader

pairing: charles leclerc × reader

warning: angst, unedited, also lets act like charles won a gp recently okay? okay.

summary: mentioned above.

you are seated at home, the flickering flame of the candle throwing agitated shadows against the wall. outside, the night is dark and silent, the world seems to be as quiet as your heart. a single polaroid, nestled between a pile of books, catches your eye. it's you and charles. embraced in each others arms, grinning at the camera like idiots.

you miss him, you admit. the way his fingers would trace your skin, delicate and electrifying, the playful glint in his blue eyes, his terrible imitations of celebrities, and that contagious laughter. but the bitter poison of hurt and betrayal lingers stronger than the remnants of love.

he was not just anybody; charles was the fan-favourite driver. every time he'd leave, you would dread his impending return because it should have made you happy. instead, the fear of him losing his life on the racetrack made you miserable. the anxiety was unbearable, but he always returned with that exhilarating grin. until one day, he didn't.

he didn't crash. no, we were the ones who crashed and burned when he admitted having fallen for someone else.

"will you forgive me?" his last words left a bitter taste that you could not erase.

now, you fantasize about the payback. how would it feel to make him as miserable as he'd made you? there's a sick pleasure just imagining it. your heart, once full of love, is now brimming with vengeance.

the warmth he provided, the promise of countless tomorrows, all of it lost and unattainable now.

like a cruel joke or perhaps fate trying to mend your broken halves, you found yourself standing across charles at a bustling party one night. you watched him standing tall, sipping champagne, a captivating sight indeed. his eyes met yours across the sparkling crowd, with an emotion you couldn't fathom.

"hey," he greeted softly, as he moved closer. the effervescent laughter and congratulatory cheers for his recent victory seemed to drown out.

"charles," your greeting was soft-spoken, brimming with bittersweet nostalgia - but you were far from presenting an open book.

"you look…" he paused as if the words weighing him down. "you look beautiful."

"thank you" you replied, stiffening when he grazed your arm with his fingers, those familiar digits igniting an old flame.

"you know… I've missed you," he muttered, eyes pleading. you felt your heart stutter but the seed of vengeance watered, determined.

"that's strange," you replied, feigning naivety.

"I want you back," he declared, grip intensifying. "give me a chance. please."

every cell in your body cried out for his touch, for his promise of a tomorrow. but your pride screamed, insisting you not fall for his pleas. give him a taste of his own medicine, you reminded yourself. you chewed on your lip, hesitant, before releasing a gentle sigh.

"I'm sorry, charles," you replied, taking a step back. "that's not possible."

"b-but I miss you…" his plea embarrassingly desperate, making you wince, a pool of sorrow welling up inside. "can we try again? please?"

you laugh without humor, the sound harsh and louder than you intended. "you have some nerve, charles," you state, trying to wince back the tears threatening to fall.

"don't you miss what we had?" he asks almost pleading now.

you want to lash out, yell at him for what he did, but instead, you say, "what we had is past, charles. a closed chapter. "I still miss you," he says helplessly. suddenly the victorious f1 champion seemed to be nothing more than a broken man begging for forgiveness.

your eyes soften for a brief moment. you miss him too, yet the devout hope to make him feel your agony overpowers your longing for him. you yank your arm free and walk away, leaving him standing alone.

as you walk away, you find it difficult to determine whether you have become stronger or colder in fulfilling your hopes. but for now, you are satisfied, his piercing gaze burning into your back, mirroring the same misery he had inflicted on you.

a/n: I loved writing this, hope y'all enjoy reading.thanks for this request! requests are open!

xoxo

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ferrariregina · 7 months

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little black dress pt.2 | mv1 × reader

pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: nothing beside cuteness.

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part.1, part.2

as you drove back home with max, the atmosphere inside his car was electric. your words intertwined, creating a light and relaxed ambiance. max's soft voice matched the low hum of the midnight city, adding an unusual intimacy to the air. playful banter gradually transformed into flirty remarks, enveloping both of you in a warm, starry glow.

max pulled up in front of your apartment building, and the streetlight cast an orange hue on his face. your eyes locked, and a sense of anticipation hung in the air. "thank you for the ride," you say softly your gaze dropping to your hands.

"wait," max said, his intense gaze catching you off guard. you looked up, feeling slightly unsteady. to your utter surprise, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a brief, stolen kiss. it was soft, unexpected, and so warm. as you processed this delightful shock, he grinned at you, a devil-may-care twinkle in his eyes. his fingers slightly grazing the hem of your dress as a shiver runs down your spine.

chuckling at your reaction he gets down from the car to open your door. "you are staying this time, right?" a sad look in his eyes you've never seen before. you smile looking up at him, "I am staying."

stepping out under the pale moonlight, you still tingled from the unexpected but not entirely unwelcome surprise as he pressed a kiss on your lips again, savouring the taste this time. the intimidating max verstappen, whom you had known your whole life, was no longer a figure of childhood fear but a man of intrigue and unexpected surprises.

who would have thought that a night out at the club could turn into a memory of a lifetime? but then again, life does have its own curiously exciting ways of stirring the pot. or maybe you just had your little black dress to thank for catching his attention.

a/n: ehh so I hope this was good. leave in your opinions and my requests are open!

xoxo

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