#* 16

[fortuneaday]

[humblegrub]

today on the list of things that are gonna keep me up at night (courtesy of depthsofwikipedia ig)

I don't think this is actually her but this is a photo of a specimen from the same species that comes up when you search for her.

A reminder that humans can and do form years - DECADES - long relationships with creatures much smaller and much different than us.

Rest easy, Number 16. You were taken from us too soon.

[asiandramabitch]

[slutforformulaone]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ when the reader is normally shy but they get drunk and are bold (texts + request) ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

warning : fluff, drunk reader, some suggestive texts

featuring : oscar piastri, charles leclerc, lando norris, max verstappen & george russell!

a/n : thank you so much for all the likes and followers, yet again! truly, so grateful! ALSO, thank you so much for the request! so sorry for not posting for a couple of days, i couldn't think of any ideas. please please please, send me more requests! also, the spelling mistakes are purposeful. :)

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[romantic-ageru-yo]

I was about to go to bed but then the stupidest joke possible just popped into my head and so I had to draw it

[blutonews]

htps://www.blutonews.org/article/16

Bluto dressed Up like a Woman And abused him

Bluto abused him today while while being a woman and bluto was very pretty and then she wrapped him in chains and cinder blocks and made his body hurt. the chains were so tight that he stuck his butt in the air and bluto looked at his butt while being pretty

[moodcafe]

name moodboard: order for “betsy” | want one?

[angelstyles]

lestappen on polaroids ⭐️

[fortuneaday]

[mclarennerd1645]

Lando: Oh, so you two are getting along very... cordial now?

Charles: Cordial? Nah, we're friends.

Lando: Friends?

Charles: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests.

Max: We both love butterflies.

Lando: Aww–

Max: And beating people up.

Lando: Oh, okay.

[baul-de-frases]

"El amor también es trabajar lo que nos duele, para no dolerle al otro."

Threads: idesvelame. Desvelame

[meganx]

Lucky Charm // Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: After the reader attends Charles' races in 2024, fans and the media accuse her of being bad luck. After the start of the 2025 season, Charles starts to agree.

Word count: 1.6K

TW: Slight angst, mentions of depression, mentions of bullying, use of Y/N.

This story covers some races that haven't happened yet.

I sat on the bed in the hotel room after the Australian Grand Prix reading through the comments on Charles' latest Instagram post. The comments had been the same thing, on repeat, for months now.

The fans and the media were insistent that I was the reason for Charles' not being able to get a pole position after the 2024 Azerbaijan Grand Prix. The first race I attended, and when Charles officially announced me as his girlfriend, was the race in Singapore. The rumors started that weekend - and every weekend that Charles didn't secure a pole position only made them worse.

The 2025 season was supposed to be better. The rumors had quieted, only slightly, over the holidays. But as we prepared for the Australian Grand Prix they grew louder again. The speculation and over analyzing of our relationship was overwhelming. The sound of their comments grew so loud in my head that I struggled to hear my own thoughts.

But, still, I persevered. Charles promised me over and over that he didn't see me as bad luck. That he wanted nothing more than for me to be with him at his races. The anxiety still gnawed at me all weekend and as the rain hit on Sunday, and Charles didn't even get a podium, the noise of the hate got too much to handle.

I didn't wait for Charles in his driver's room like he had asked. Instead, I called a taxi and went straight to the hotel room and packed my suitcase. I'd be flying home as soon as I got to speak to Charles.

It was nearing midnight when I heard the beep as the keycard was swiped and the door opened. He was trying to be gentle - most likely afraid to wake me. But when he turned to the bed and saw me sitting there, fully awake and staring at him with red puffy eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Mon amour, are you okay?"

I shook my head. I watched as he took in the hotel room and my packed suitcase lying on the floor at the end of the bed. His eyes snapped up to mine.

"I'm not going with you to China."

Something flashed in Charles' eyes. Something I couldn't identify. He didn't speak so I continued.

"I think the fans are right. Ever since we've been dating you've had the worst luck. You deserve better than that Charles. I'm going to fly back home."

Charles still didn't say anything. He didn't make a single sound in reply. He stood in front of the closed hotel room and didn't seem particularly inclined to moved.

"Say something, Charles."

He puffed out a breath and walked over to the bed to sit down next to me. He left space between us which left me feeling unsettled.

"I think maybe it's for the best if you go home," he said. His voice was quiet and he couldn't look at me.

I had been expecting Charles to try and stop me. I did not expect him to agree with me. My brain felt like it was shutting down as my heart clenched in my chest. No words were forming in my mind. My mind was eerily silent.

After a few minutes of silence, I walked to pick up my suitcase. I waited for Charles to stop me but he didn't. I walked to the hotel door and still Charles was just staring at his feet. So I walked out the door and went back home.

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The Chinese Grand Prix was today. I still haven't spoken to Charles since our non-conversation a week ago. Still, I sat on my couch in my apartment in London and watched as the build-up flickered on my television screen.

The rumor mill had changed, only slightly. They now echoed the story of a source close to Charles that stated we had broken up. Just like that, hopes were high for Charles to perform well today.

As I watched the formation lap the familiar anxiety formed in my stomach. I always worried for Charles when he was in the car. Even now, not knowing what our relationship was, I worried.

The first lap had me thinking that maybe the fans and media were right. Charles went from P5 to P2 in one lap. His red Ferrari chasing the McLaren of Lando through the bends and straights. He got closer and closer every lap. And so, with two laps left of the race, it truly seemed that Charles had a chance of a pole or the very least a podium.

Everything seemed to be working for him now that I wasn't around. That was until the last lap. Charles and Lando were making their way through the back markers when suddenly Stroll locked up and spun - right into Charles. Both cars hit the barriers at speed and I heard Charles shout in frustration over the radio. My heart stopped at first, but calmed when I saw him climbing out the car and I knew he was okay.

With no reason to keep watching, I turned the television off and went to lie in bed.

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The following Tuesday I heard keys rattling in the door. I've been catatonic since Sunday and I couldn't bother to care who was at my door.

Footsteps echoed on the wood floors and still, I felt nothing. I just lay facing the wall. Staring at nothing in particular.

"Mon amour?" Charles asked. His voice echoed through the silent apartment.

I didn't turn to look at him. I felt nothing at hearing his voice. I just continued looking at that nothing-in-particular spot on the wall.

Charles kneeled down beside my bed, his eyes pouring into mine, concern etched all over his face.

"My love?" He tried again.

I blinked as I looked at Charles's face. Mentally, I noted that he had no visible injuries from his crash. Emotionally, I didn't notice anything at all.

"I went back to Monaco, but you weren't there. You said you were going home my love."

I shut my eyes so I didn't have to look at him. His gaze was slowly cutting through the shell I had formed around myself, and I was so afraid to feel all that pain again.

My voice was hoarse when I spoke. "I didn't know if I could consider your apartment my home anymore."

I felt Charles's hand reach up and cup my cheek. When I opened my eyes to look at him again, my emotions slowly started flooding back into me.

He was crying. My heart squeezed at him being in pain. But still, my pain hurt more. I was once again being crushed under the weight of it.

"Your home is at my side, my love. I was an idiot," he spoke through his tears.

"I'm sorry I ruined your career, Charles."

I sobbed. I had said it. Announced the truth, that my biggest fear had come true.

Charles quickly got onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms.

"No, no. You are not some bad luck charm. You are my motivation. The whole time I was in that car on Sunday all I could think of was you. I just wanted to come home to you, and finally have something to celebrate."

"I wasn't there and despite the crash, you had one of your best weekends in a long time," I replied.

"This has undoubtedly been the worst week of my life. All I wanted was to talk to you, to say sorry, but I didn't know how. The blame is on me, my love. Never you. You have done nothing but love me even when I hated myself."

My eyes fluttered up to look into Charles'. I still felt heartbroken, but hearing him try to soothe me made me realize that maybe we could still make this work.

"When last did you eat, mon amour?" He asked.

"Not since before the race," I replied.

Charles' eyes clenched shut and he shook his head. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before getting up.

I listened as I heard him rustling in the kitchen. A few minutes later he walked in with a toasted cheese and a cup of tea. He stroked my hair as I ate and drank my tea.

When I was done, he picked me up and place me on his lap so that I was straddling him. He looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

"I love you. You deserve better than what I've given you lately. But I'm going to be selfish and ask you to forgive me. Give me a chance to prove I'm better than what I've shown you."

I nodded my head and pressed my lips onto his.

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The 6th of April was upon us sooner than expected and I anxiously sat in the garage as I watched Charles maneuver through the Japanese circuit.

I watched as he battled with Hamilton for 4th. I watched as he battled with Piastri for 3rd. I watched as he battled Verstappen for 2nd. And I watched as he battled Norris for 1st. I watched as Charles won the Japanese Grand Prix.

A few minutes later I watched as he did his post-race interview.

"What changed Charles? How did you get from a DNF in China to pole position today?" The interviewer asked.

Charles smiled widely, "Y/N did. She has been my biggest strength since the day I met her. I firmly believe that she is my lucky charm and if not for her, my results last year would have been much worse. In China, she wasn't there and I didn't even finish the race. The whole race today, I just wanted to make her proud. The fact that she was here supporting me today, is the reason I won."

[redfacedpalindrome]

charles leclerc better be god's favorite son this season. give him a title-winning car. put him in the fucking fight. fend off a little bit of the generationally bad luck ferrari seems to have. give him the chance. give him an inch and he always takes a mile.

[romantic-ageru-yo]

She didn't even ask about birds -_-