#screaming and crying and RAGING

[disgustedlyscattereddd]

headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

[myk444]

𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉

[very-cherrybomb]

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩?

[diormarmont]

[missssdaytona]

headphones aren't enough. i need the song injected into my veins

[fangirlfuel]

The Weight of Regret

Part 1

The apartment felt empty. Not just physically, though... the absence of her presence was glaring, but emotionally hollow, a void he couldn't fill no matter how hard he tried.

Charles sat at the dining table, staring at the bland meal he had attempted to make. The kitchen, once a haven of warmth and the smell of her cooking, was now cold and silent. Dirty dishes piled up in the sink, laundry scattered in corners, and the plants she used to tend to were now wilting.

Six months. Six months since he had told her they couldn’t be together. Six months since he had convinced himself it was the right decision for his career. But now, everything was falling apart.

His performance on the track had slipped. The precision and focus he once prided himself on were gone. Mistakes, miscalculations, and a lack of motivation had left him finishing fifth in the World Championship, his worst result in years. The media hounded him with questions he couldn’t answer, but deep down, he knew why.

He missed her.

She had been the glue holding his life together. She had supported him in ways he hadn’t fully appreciated until she was gone. The homemade meals waiting for him after late-night training sessions, the way she took care of every little detail at home so he could focus on racing, her constant encouragement that made him believe he could do anything, all of it was gone. And without it, without her, he was falling apart.

Charles ran a hand through his hair, exhaustion weighing on him like a lead blanket. His phone buzzed on the table, but he didn’t bother to look. It would be another text from his team or an interview request he didn’t want to deal with. He needed air.

He grabbed his jacket and headed out, his feet aimlessly taking him through the streets of Monaco until he found himself outside a small café. It was one they used to visit often, a place filled with memories of quiet mornings and shared laughter.

And then he saw her.

She was sitting by the window, a soft smile on her face as she stirred her coffee. The sight of her stole the breath from his lungs. She looked radiant, happier than he remembered, her eyes brighter than they had been in months.

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure if he should go in. But the pull was too strong. He needed to talk to her, to tell her how much he regretted everything.

Charles pushed open the door and walked in, his heart pounding as he approached her table.

“Y/N,” he said softly, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Charles,” she replied, her tone guarded.

“Can I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the empty seat across from her.

She hesitated but nodded, her expression unreadable.

“I–I’ve missed you,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ve realized how much I took you for granted. You… you did everything for me, Y/N. You were always there, supporting me, believing in me. And I was too blind to see how much you gave up for me.”

She listened in silence, her hands resting lightly on the edge of the table.

“I made a mistake,” he continued, desperation creeping into his tone. “I thought I needed to let you go to focus on my career, but without you, nothing feels right. I’ve lost so much—on the track, in my life—but losing you was the worst thing of all.”

Her lips parted as if she was about to respond, but before she could, a man approached the table.

“Hey, love,” the man said warmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. He looked at Charles briefly, then turned his attention back to her. “Ready to go?”

She smiled up at him, the kind of smile that used to be reserved for Charles, and nodded. “Yeah, just a minute.”

Charles’ heart sank as he watched the interaction. The man leaned down to kiss her temple, a casual, intimate gesture that felt like a dagger to Charles’ chest.

“I’m sorry, Charles,” she said, her voice gentle but firm as she stood up. “I’m glad you’ve realized what you needed to, but I’ve moved on. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

With that, she walked out of the café hand in hand with the man, leaving Charles sitting there, frozen in place.

He watched them through the window as they laughed and talked, their happiness palpable. It was a scene that should have been his—a life that should have been theirs.

Tears welled in his eyes, but he didn’t wipe them away. He sat there, silent and still, the weight of his choices pressing down on him.

Regret clawed at his chest as he whispered to himself, “That was supposed to be me.”

And for the first time in his life, Charles Leclerc, confident, composed, and unstoppable on the track, was utterly and completely broken.

[rev0lverluvr]

[insaneinpink]

.°˖✧Screaming, Crying, Throwing Up. ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ .

[milliondollarmadison]

at least my eyes look pretty when i cry

[honeydewkissx]

Did I get better or did I just learn to live with it .

[disgustedlyscattereddd]

[myk444]

[severely-gay]

dontnod i am coming for you

i am rapidly approaching your location

[dolliexii]

[fangirlfuel]

HEAR ME OUT ANGST- JUST TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE FROM THIS PROMPT:

Can be broken into two parts I guess…

One where driver and reader break up to focus on their career —> driver regrets it but will the reader forgive and forget or have they moved on✨

When Love Isn't Enough

A/N: crying writing this !😭🤧

Part 2

The walls of the apartment trembled with the weight of unspoken words and shattered dreams. It wasn’t the argument itself that hurt the most, it was the way his voice carried the cold, clinical finality of someone who had already decided.

“Y/N,” Charles Leclerc said, his hands resting on the back of the couch as if it could support him from the storm about to erupt, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You froze in the middle of the kitchen, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. The words hit you like a sucker punch to the gut, the air forced out of your lungs as you struggled to process what he’d just said.

“What?” you whispered, your voice dangerously low.

“This… us. It’s not working,” he continued, his gaze dropping to the floor as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. “I need to focus on my career. On Formula 1. There’s too much at stake, and I can’t afford any distractions.”

Distraction. That single word snapped whatever fragile thread of composure you’d been holding onto.

“Distraction?” you spat, turning to face him fully, your hands trembling with anger and disbelief. “You’re calling me a distraction, Charles?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, his tone defensive, but it only fueled the fire raging in your chest.

“No, go ahead,” you said, your voice rising as you stepped closer to him. “Say it again. Tell me how the woman who gave up everything for you, her career, her friends, her life, is just a goddamn distraction.”

Charles flinched at your words, but he didn’t interrupt. He just stood there, his jaw tight, his eyes conflicted.

“I left my job, Charles. My dreams. I followed you to every race, sat in the stands, and cheered for you until my throat was raw. I stopped seeing my friends because I didn’t have time for them anymore. All I had was you.” Your voice cracked, tears spilling down your cheeks, but you didn’t care.

“Y/N....”

“No!” you snapped, cutting him off. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to stand there and tell me I’m a distraction when I built my entire life around you.”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he paced the room. “I didn’t ask you to do that!”

The words hung in the air like a slap to the face. You blinked, stunned, before letting out a bitter laugh. “You’re right. You didn’t ask. I did it because I loved you, because I believed in you. I believed in us.”

Charles stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he finally looked at you. “And I love you, Y/N. But this… this is too much. I can’t give you what you need right now. I can’t be who you want me to be.”

“What I need?” you repeated, your voice trembling with incredulity. “All I ever needed was you. But you’re right. You can’t give me what I need, because you’ve already decided that this...” you gestured between the two of you, “isn’t worth fighting for.”

His silence was deafening.

You stepped back, wiping at your tears as the weight of his decision settled over you. “You’re a coward, Charles. You’d rather throw me away than admit that you’re afraid to let someone love you.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” you said, your tone icy, “what’s not fair is that I gave you my heart, and you’re throwing it back in my face because it doesn’t fit into your perfect little plan.”

The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was suffocating. Finally, you took a deep breath, your chest heaving as you tried to steady yourself.

“I hope you win every race, Charles,” you said, your voice laced with venom. “I hope you get everything you ever wanted. But don’t you dare come back to me when you realize it wasn’t enough.”

With that, you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind you. The sound echoed in the silence, leaving Charles standing alone in the wreckage of what he’d just destroyed.

As the elevator doors closed, you allowed yourself to cry freely, the weight of heartbreak pressing down on your chest. You’d given him everything, and in return, he’d given you nothing but regret.

In that moment, as the city lights blurred through your tears, you made a promise to yourself: you would rebuild what he had broken, piece by piece. And this time, it would be for you, not for him.

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A/N

Thank you so much for this incredible plot, Evilive. I was so inspired by your idea, and I’m glad I could create something from it that hopefully does your vision justice.

[glowettee]