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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."

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Written Fics

Borrowed Time

Breaking Point

Changing Lanes

Danger Noodles

Daydream

Eurovisionaries

Fairytale

Family Feud

Fit for a Queen

Gilded Cage

Head Over Heels

Inked

Lessons in Anatomy

Prove Them Wrong

Roll the Dice

The Center Cannot Hold

Ties That Bind

Under the Influence

Your Friend Steve

Social Media AUs

In My Blood (series with Senna!Reader)

architect!Reader

author!Reader

black!Reader

Brazilian!Reader

celebrity crush!Reader

CEO!Reader

college student!Reader

crazy rich!Reader

endurance driver!Reader

fashion designer!Reader

fan!Reader

Ferrari driver!Reader

Ferrari engineer!Reader

Ferrari team principal!Reader

footballer!Reader

girlfriend!Reader

Horner!Reader

Måneskin!Reader

model!Reader

nepo baby!Reader

Newey!Reader

newlywed!Reader Part I

newlywed!Reader Part II

New Year’s Edition

pop star!Reader

pop star!Reader II

Princess of Monaco!Reader

pr manager!Reader

protective!Reader

revenge era!Reader

royal!Reader

Sainz!Reader

scandalous!Reader

shameless!Reader

single mother!Reader

socialite!Reader

Vettel!Reader

widow!Reader

wife!Reader

Wolff!Reader

Wolff!Reader II

Wolff!Reader x Max Verstappen

nobody:

nobody in the world:

Me, @m-jelly and @ladycheesington at 3 am:

hi guys can yall go report this instagram post / account for plagiarizing my drabble :,) they even had the audacity to say “i didn’t like how it turned out” LMAO ????

Height difference -Nate Jacobs

Warnings: Fluff, issues with height, not proof-read

Summary: You are insecure about your height but got over it with Nate's help. However, some people are still telling you how short and clingy you are.

You always hated your size. A lot of people used to make fun of you just because you were only 5'1 feet. After years of sadness, you finally accepted your height, as long as no one commented on it.

However, those comments were unpreventable since your boyfriend was Nate Jacobs. 6'4 feet tall and quite popular at school and 1'3 feet taller than you.

The whole school was surprised when you two started dating because you were known for your kindness and innocence, and Nate, well, for the opposite. But you never cared. No one got to see the Nate you saw.

Every time you two walked down the hallway, you saw people giggling, making sexual jokes or just staring. You hated it but tried your best to ignore it, just like Nate told you to do.

That was one of many things you loved about Nate. He always tried to stop your overthinking. He knew about your struggle with your height, and always tried his best to show you how awesome it is. Be it in class when he compared your small hand to his big hand or during rough sex when he constantly asked if you were fine.

You were extremely thankful for that and tried your best to support him as much as he supported you. For example, when his anger got the best out of him again, you calmed him down or when he was about to start a fight you pulled him away. No one had the balls to do so, but it was like Nate was down on his knees for you.

Today you watched your boyfriends' football practice again, sitting on one of the benches. You just loved it when you watched him during his practice or cheered for him during his big games.

The only problem was that his teammates always made fun of how clingy you were.

When he was done with practice, you quickly stood up and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him. He leaned down, giving you a soft kiss.

"We will get wasted tonight. You are coming with us?" One of his teammates interrupted your kiss, slightly glaring at you.

"Sorry, I have to help Y/N with her studies." He shrugged and wrapped his left arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

The guy rolled his eyes, "Of course. I am sure if little Y/N wants you to kiss her ass you would also do it."

Nate let out a humourless chuckle before he let go of your waist, stepping closer to his teammate. "Every time she lays on her stomach, watching TV in just a thong and one of my shirts, I kiss her beautiful ass. I also grab it, squeeze it, and so on. But I am sorry that you don't know how something like that feels."

The guy glared at Nate before looking at you in disgust, "Please, I bet she isn't even good in bed. I also bet you don't even get your dick halfway inside her."

You quickly stepped in, laying your hands on Nate's chest, when you saw the anger in his eyes, "He's not worth it. Please, let us go home."

As his teammate started laughing, Nate quickly took your hand and walked out with you.

"I don't know why I didn't beat the shit out of him. He deserved it. Why do you have so much influence on me?" He asked, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

You looked him in the eyes, offering him one of your brightest smiles, "Because you know that I love you unconditionally and don't just fool around with you."

He kissed you passionately for a few minutes until he pulled away.

----

A week later, you had your PE class in the afternoon while Nate was free, so he decided to wait for you. This time you all should play basketball. You hated it.

The two team captains currently chose their teams, and surprise, you were the last one to be picked. You didn't take it badly because you were just 5'1, and not good at basketball.

"Y/N," the girl who had to pick you, said in annoyance before she turned to the teacher, "Really? Could we maybe play without her?"

The teacher shook her head, and you made your way over to the team.

As the game started, Nate watched you closely. All the time, you were pushed away by others, never got the ball and got ignored. Too bad that at the end you were the one who got to do a free throw.

"Get ready to lose." The leader groaned, as well as the rest of the team.

You looked at the ball in your shaky hands, and just as you were about to throw, you felt two hands on your hips. You turned around, seeing Nate smile down at you before he picked you up. He walked to the basket with you, and you just put the ball into it.

No one dared to say anything, but Nate turned you around, so you faced him and spun you around. Your giggles echoed through the big hall.

He placed you on the ground again, facing the other girls from your PE class, "Next time, you better think twice before saying shit about my girlfriend."

Not even the teacher said anything as Nate pulled you into the locker room, "Change and then we will leave."

"But-" You started but got interrupted by Nate, "No 'but', we will leave, and next time something like that happens, you tell me."

With a big smile, you nodded, happy about the fact you got such a carrying boyfriend.

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

HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY, CHRISTOPHER ROBERT EVANS | June 13th, 1981

“It’s so funny just how noisy my brain is. Everyone’s brain is noisy. That’s what it does, it makes thoughts. And the problem is, I think in most of our lives, the root of suffering is following that brain noise and listening to that brain noise and actually identifying with it as if it’s who you are. That’s just the noise your brain makes, y’know? And more often than not, it probably doesn’t have much to say that’s going to help you.”