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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 27 days

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Look... I ask for half an hour. I'll take 1 minute, I'll take a few days, whatever it takes. BUT I NEED DESTRESSING OK? PLS AND THANK YOU!

charles + over-worked uni gf (hc)

note: i personally love when im doing hw, and then i find one of these “f1 driver x uni!gf!reader” fics cuz im like “omg me and i love this driver!” so i hope, if you are in uni, that you take breaks and make sure you’re eating, drinking water, and sleeping. ik it’s easy to skip these things <3

paining: charles leclerc x uni!reader (max near the end)

warnings: fluff but it goes to smut…oops, couldn’t resist. slight exhibitionism with max (i went off topic mb)

head-cannon: charles’ gf is overworking herself in uni, and he hates seeing her so stressed out

۵ being charles’ girlfriend was incredible, you loved the fans, the races, and obviously, charles.

۵ but being in uni at the same time? that was hard. you spent races writing papers. plane rides were spent reading textbooks. and any free time? spent in person for lectures and study groups.

۵ and charles supported you. he understood if you couldn’t make a race because of a test. or if you needed time alone because the paddock was overstimulating along with your workload.

۵ like now, you were holed up in charles’ driving room during free practice in singapore because you had a lab due at 11:59pm, and the time in the corner of your laptop mocked you as the deadline grew closer and you grew more frustrated.

۵ charles hated seeing his girlfriend stressed. you should be in the paddock having fun, not nearly in tears in his drivers room :(

۵ so when he comes back from practice, he’s determined to spend the rest of the night with you.

۵ “pack up. we are going to get some takeout and i’ll help you study. then we can watch a movie, okay?” and it wasn’t even a question. he was already packing your books in your bag and throwing your pens in your pouch.

۵ charles helps you grab all your stuff, and hold the door open for you as you guys leave and say goodbye to the engineers.

۵ and although he had plans with carlos, carlos understands. everyone knows how much you study and work to get the grades you have. so no, carlos doesn’t mind when charles ditches him to cheer you up. he has isa to bother anyways.

۵ speaking of isa, she’s giving you a hug and telling you to relax tonight, enjoy spending time with your boyfriend.

۵ when you and charles got back to the hotel room with bags of takeout, charles makes a bed on the floor and puts your favorite movie on.

۵ “you didn’t need to do this, char. i know you’re busy, you have a race soon…” you would trail off, cuddling closer into his side.

۵ charles playfully rolls his eyes and kisses your head, he keeps telling you how much he loves you and would rather spend time with you than practice.

۵ he just wants you to de-stress, no matter what it takes…

۵ so yeah, as you’re watching the movie, charles might get a little bored, and he looks over and sees your cracking your knucklp

es, which he knows is a nervous habit of yours.

۵ the way you bit the inside of your cheek in attempt to calm down, and the only thing charles has going through his head is ‘you need to help her relax.’

۵ so when charles lifts the blanket off of you and helps you out of your sweats, who are you to question him? he knows you like the back of his hand.

۵ “come here, mon cherié.” charles lifts your hips, only to make you shimmy over his mouth. “char, i don’t want to-“

۵ he rolls his eyes, scoffing and making you put all your weight down.

۵ thirty minutes could go by and he wouldn’t even think about coming up for air, he is absolutely pussy drunk. all that he can think is making you fun over and over and over again.

۵ and obviously, the man is skilled, he knows how to use his tongue and fingers, having you absolutely melting above him. your hands shooting out to hold onto his hair for stability.

۵ you feel his laugh, making you gasp and squirm, which causes him to hold your hips tighter and go a little slower.

۵ this could go on for hours.

۵ his stamina is incredible, he works out all the time. if anything, it’s a neck workout since he’s holding his neck mid-air to meet your core.

۵ even when max calls to check up on him? nope, hes not stopping, he’s just carried you to the bed, fucking you as he’s talking to max.

۵ and charles doesn’t even care. max knows how stressed you are about uni, and he knows that charles calms you down. its not like charles hasn’t told him about a thousand times…

۵ max can hear charles’ grunts and how you’re trying to suppress your whines, the way charles pin your hand above your arm because he wanted max to know how good you felt.

۵ and after that night? yeah, you were definitely relaxed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 27 days

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Where does he even come up with these ideas istg 😭

First music now an ice cream shop? Next he's gonna be a professional dancer...

charles ICE CREAM SHOP OWNER leclerc

#so many side quests 😭#cl

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We'll Meet Again - Charles Leclerc

warnings: dead body (kinda)

The day the world ended.

It wasn't a day you, or anyone else, thought you'd have to live through, but here you were. Here you were, sitting amidst it all, unsure of what to do with yourself, or how to move on from the position you were in.

There wasn't much left, as you looked around. There was the crackle of broken electronics and the faint buzzing of the neon signs that were still lit in shop windows. How long they'd stay illuminated? Only time would tell.

Well, when I say not much left, I mean of human society. The minute the sky had turned cloudy, almost dusty in colour, and the ground had started to shake, you thought that you'd be lost to the disaster like everyone else around you was.

Yet here you were.

The world looked like something straight out of a futuristic movie or video game, but it was as real as it could be for you right now. You had wished you could move your head from the screen, and you had naively tried it, but it was all the same.

The worst part was, surprisingly, the stillness. There was no breeze, intensifying the clingy summer humidity. Nothing moved, nothing stirred, nothing shifted apart from the rise and fall of your chest and the occasional blink of your eyelids.

The ground was set still, just like it was before the earth practically caved in. There were a lot of things still the same, but they all looked vastly different as you sat on that park bench.

The sky was a dusky yellowish-cream colour, but you couldn't tell whether it was actually the sky, or dust kicked up from the disaster, or oddly coloured clouds that you had just never noticed before. Nevertheless, it made the whole scene seem more sombre somehow.

Rubble collected in piles all around, some bits crunching under your feet as you moved them every so often, just to check that you were actually alive and you could still move. A few of the taller buildings were cracked in half, since they were demolished nearly as easily as a twig underfoot.

The top halves had come crashing down to the floor, their bricks and blocks shattered and smashed. There were a few still standing, poking up from the ground like they were breaking through the horizon.

Their once prominent lines and features now blurred by the nearly smog-like haze that had taken the place of the clear, sunny day that you were once living in. The clear sunny day that had turned into the day of calamity.

How long it had been since that very cataclysm? You didn't quite know. It could've been minutes, it could have been hours since you had been sat there, on that same park bench that you had hid under as a final attempt at survival.

All you knew was that there was no way out of it. In some ways, you wished you had gone with everyone else, so you'd be able to escape the feeling of pure lostness that you were experiencing.

You didn't know if there was anyone else out there, or if there was anyone else that you could even find. Was it just where you were? Or was it the whole globe? You'd probably never know.

You cast your mind back to the day that you were having, trying to forget about the monstrous aftermath. You and Charles were going on a walk, a light stroll in the sun. Maybe you'd stop off for some lunch while you were out, maybe you wouldn't.

It was one of those kinds of days. A day with no set purpose, but you'd make one along the way and be fulfilled with it. But that day did have a set purpose, and you were living that purpose as you sat there, on that park bench.

You'd lost Charles as you were both running hand in hand to try and find some semblance of safety, which didn't befall him as it did you. You remembered the exact moment you felt his hand slip from yours, your head darting around the crowds to find him.

But, you lost his in a thousand other faces of strangers. You lost the eyes of the man you loved between the countless others you were seeing terror in.

Your vision became hazy, but not from the mist that you were surrounded by. A few salty tears dripped down your face as you thought about him. About the man you adored and everyone else who you held near and dear.

Everyone who you'd lost.

In the distance, you heard a voice. Well, you thought you did. You looked to your right, and you could have sworn you'd seen a figure in the shadows of a building. What more did you have to lose?

That was what you thought as you stood from your space on that park bench and soldiered over to the building. There was no need to use the door as you stepped over the small level of wall that was the base to the gaping hole in the side of said building.

There it was again, the shadow. To your right. The door to the room you were approaching was hanging off its hinges, and you could hear a faint noise coming from the other side. You also thought you heard footsteps.

Peering around the split doorframe, you saw the shadow of the figure cast onto the crumbling wall. But, the most prominent thing was the old record player, on the floor after sliding off a table that had lost two of its legs.

It was still quietly playing, on loop somehow. You couldn't make out the tune, but it skipped out every now and then. You couldn't quite make out the tune at first, until it clocked in your head and more tears barraged your eyes.

'We'll Meet Again', Vera Lynn. How ironic. The only other human voice you were probably going to ever hear again, and it was telling you how you'd meet again, but she didn't know where, and she didn't know when.

Your attention quickly focused back onto the silhouette on the wall. It stayed still, like a statue. Stuck to its place and firmly rooted in like stone. Just as you were going to walk around the door to see what it was, you heard something, and your blood ran cold.

"Darling?"

That was... his voice. Charles' voice. He was here? He was stood behind the door? But why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't he coming to scoop you up in his arms and tell you that he was here now, and everything was going to be alright?

"Charles?" you quietly said, voice so faint it was like a whisper that could have easily been carried away by any kind of breeze. Your ears were greeted with the same silence you had been coping with all day, bar the still playing record on the floor.

You frantically looked around, hoping to see him somewhere, standing and waiting for you to notice him. But, the scene around you was frustratingly the same as it had been for the past God knows how long, and how it would be for the rest of time, presumably.

"Charles?" you said again, this time slightly louder as your voice cracked. Radio silence. Bar the still playing record on the floor. "Charles? Please? Say something, Charles. God, please, anything!" you cried, your voice slightly echoing around you.

You kept repeating similar demands over and over, like saying his name was going to bring him back. Like his name was a prayer, as if someone out there would hear it and give him back to you.

Rounding the door frame, it was like the shadow disappeared, and it twisted into a black smudge on the wall. Just ash and dirt and dust from the days events. No Charles, no other person, no hope.

"Charles, this isn't funny," you sobbed, sinking to your knees onto the floor, clutching at your heart as it hurt. You wished that this was all some big, practical joke and everything was fine and this was just a prank.

But that wasn't reality. Your mind was showing you what you wanted to see, producing what you wanted to hear. And he never responded to your calls. And he never would. All there was was silence. Bar the still playing record on the floor.

You didn't want to hear the damn record anymore, you already had the lyrics burned onto your brain with a branding iron, but it was the only time you'd ever get to hear someone else's voice apart from your own.

"Charles, please... I don't want to be alone..." you choked out between sporadic sobs. Out of the corner of your eye, through the tears, you saw something else. A pinkish, fleshy something else.

Wiping your eyes, you saw a dusty hand jutting out of the rubble. You had already seen enough dead bodies to last a few lifetimes, so it didn't strike you as any different. But, something inside you told you to go closer.

Now that was when the world really ended. It didn't take long for you to notice the watch on the wrist connecting to the hand. The face was smashed and cracked, the hands no longer ticking in perfect harmony.

It was reflective of the earth, in some ways. Unbalanced and broken.

The watch hands were frozen, supposedly at the time he'd left you. You knew those hands so well, you'd be able to tell them apart from any others at any given time. And now was no different.

Those were the same hands that played the piano in your apartment to perfection, the same hands that held his trophies and hoisted them in the air, the same hands that ran through your hair when you were in search of some comfort.

But now they were dusty, a few small cuts littered about the surface. Tainting the perfection. Skewing the precision. Ruining the purity.

This time, you only had the one, but that was more than enough for you. In some ways, it felt wrong to touch it, but your hand was already brushing against it before you had the chance to think it over.

Cold was what it was. Cold and lifeless. Nothing running through his veins, no blood under the surface that stirred. Completely lifeless.

The rest of him was there somewhere, hidden under the debris. You wanted to see him, but you knew it would scar you for life. More than this ordeal could ever. He'd be mangled, bruised, damaged to a point of no return.

Entwining your fingers with his, clasping both of your hands around the one you had, you felt at home for a moment. They still fit together perfectly at the minute, and you weren't going to take it for granted like you had so many times.

Without realising, you'd began to hum along to the tune that was still playing on the old record player on the floor. That was the only sound you could hear as you leant your back against the pile of rubble, still tightly holding onto Charles' hand.

It wasn't just a song anymore, it felt like a promise. You'd meet him again, even if you didn't know where or when. But you would, some sunny day.

And that was how you stayed. Humming along to the last song you'd ever hear, holding the hand of the love of your life on the day the world ended.

A/N - This is the second of this kinda series, and I've already broken the rule of less than a thousand words. I kinda got carried away, so bear with me. This is based off of this version of 'We'll Meet Again', which is a song I loved anyway and this version makes it a little more melancholy.

Also... CAN I GET A BOOP OR TWO PLEASE?!

Anyway, thank you for reading, drop any requests in my inbox, love you loads, sorry for being so inactive recently, I have been a very busy gal and I hate it 😭💖

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 27 days

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Too cute istg

mercedesamgf1 Saudi snapshots straight from our camera roll 📲

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 27 days

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Team 55 via Calum

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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Nah but you fr had me twitching and I just wanted some peace

Australian GP 2024!

Mads' Race Recap!

Oh my jesus lord christ alive this was a goddamn good day. OK, I'll try to remain calm, but that is VERY difficult under the circumstances of my 3 best boys getting the podiums. But, I shall do this in order of constructors. Also, thanks to @lipringlrh for edging me through the entire bloody race cause she knew what happened, I swore I was going to be sick.

Red Bull - Nice qualis from Max, and I can't say I wasn't happy with Checo's three place penalty, just because I definitely think it helped the main race. Everything was all honky dory, then Carlos overtook and I was just like 'OK Carlitos, sure'. Then Max was slowing down... Then Lando and Charles passed, and the everyone else. The brakes were smoking, I was screaming out of pure joy. Now, don't take this the wrong way, I love Max. BUT, this provided my boys some very good opportunities. I reckon if Checo hadn't gotten the penalty, he could've tried to pip in front, but I won't dwell on what didn't happen.

Ferrari - WE GOT A FUCKING FERRARI 1-2 BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST MY GODDAMN MIND IT IS UNPARALLELED! Anyway, I'll be constructive, for a moment, at least. Charles and Carlos had some mental quali pace, so how they didn't get pole is a little crazy to me. Alas, none of that matters now. The second I saw Max go, I was like 'oh fuck we've got it'. Carlos DOTD and race winner, barely 2 weeks after having his appendix out and he doesn't have a seat?! Absolutely diabolical. It was sweet how he went back to singing Smooth Operator, I was waiting for it. When I heard the commentators saying that they may swap the positions so that Charles could lead the WDC, I was shitting it. Yes, I wanted Charles to win, but I didn't want it to be because of something stupid like team orders. Charles can win without needing it handing to him, and it would've been so damn disrespectful to Carlos. Every year that a team has finished 1-2 in Melbourne, they've gone on to win both championships... It's our year, I'm telling you.

So happy to see them back at the top, both of them did incredibly, Charles was pulling pace out of God knows where for that fastest lap. And the strategy was good???? Like, bringing Charles in when he said he needed to? Listening??? Nice stuff. Hearing the Spanish and Italian anthems was absolutely amazing. Also, I feel like this really highlights how special Ferrari is. The team were screaming that Italian anthem like there was nothing more important to them, and they were all hugging and having a whale of a time. It was just so fucking nice to see Charlandos up there, so fucking good. So so so so so happy, Forza Ferrari. Everyone is a Ferrari fan.

McLaren - OK, so, quali wise, Lando kinda came out of nowhere. I feel like Oscar was just... There? We were racing, it was the 'rarri 1-2 with Oscar in P3 at his home race, it was lovely stuff. Then they swapped the positions. Can someone please tell me why they swapped the positions? Pretty sure it was something to do with either less pace or more recent pitting or something, but I'm not 100% sure. As much as I love Lando, I wanted him to stay down in P3 just for that Ferrari 1-2. I needed it. The last few laps, I was looking at the delta between Charles and Lando, and I was relieved to see that it wasn't changing. Super happy for Lando, Oscar did loads better at his home race, nice one for all.

Mercedes - What the hell is going on here? Like, Lewis' qualis weren't good, George's were fine, nothing bad but nothing spectacular. Now the race was something else. I can't really blame Lewis for his problem, since it was a mechanical issue obviously as opposed to driver error. From what I saw of George, he didn't even do anything that bad. One minute he was fine, the next he was turned on his side. I may not want Merc to get points, but I don't want a crash to be the reason why. He's OK, so that's all that really matters. But, as for the car in general, there's something wrong with it. It's not just a one week thing where it's a bit off, this has been consistent. Yes, George had a nice P3 in qualis the other week, but the pace just wasn't there at all in the race. I just don't know what's going on with them at the minute, and the fact that they're so behind the Ferraris and McLarens is concerning.

Aston Martin - Pretty mediocre all together, I've seen varied opinions on Fernando's 20 second pen. Some said he was kinda to blame for George's crash, from what I saw, he was just avoiding George after the fact. I don't really know, so I won't comment until I watch another replay. But yeah, nothing too special, but they do need to up their game.

VCARB/RB/REDBULLSHITTYEDITION - Yuki Tsunoda. Well bloody done babe. Got extra points thanks to the Fernando penalty, even if I didn't really see him during the race like... at all. But, he must've done a pretty damn good job to end up all the way in eighth before the end of the race. Now, Daniel. What is this man doing? 12th is not bad, but when your teammate with less experience in the same car is doing that much better than you in your home race, you know something's up. I love Danny Ric, but Carlos is more likely to get that Red Bull seat than he is at this rate. Slightly disappointed, I won't lie.

Haas - Both drivers getting points? OK, OK. I actually think Kevin could've gotten higher in qualis if Checo hadn't impeded, but I'm glad Checo was put down on the grid. Overall though, nice drive from both, nice to see them get points.

Williams - Right, realistically, what harm would it have done to let Logan drive? It wasn't his fault, Alex has fucked it at that circuit so many times at the same place, and Alex didn't even get points. It wasn't fair, and he took it like an absolute champ. #justiceforlogiebear #cancelwilliams

Kick Sauber - These guys need to fix their pitstops I swear to God. How many times are they going to get that wheel nut stuck on? They did 1 good one for Valtteri, but they screwed up all the others. Zhou's pitlane start was unfortunate after it looked like his front wing just... fell off. Someone said the car reminds them of a wheelie bin, I completely agree and can't see it any differently.

Alpine - Pierre 's fault for getting the 5 second penalty, but other than that, they were shit as usual. Pierre was running pretty high for a little while, then just kind of... fell back. I can't help but laugh at them, I know it's mean, I just find it so bloody comical. I think FC Versailles is just a distraction, but he has just invested in a Tier 3 league, unheard of French football team... Nice one, I guess.

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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That radio message sent me

"Tell Charles to come close to me so we can celebrate this together"

#oh red cars driving in formation we’re really in it now #FEELING VERY 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#c2 #australian gp 2024

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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Australian GP 2024!

Mads' Race Recap!

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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So cute... So adorable

they are so dear to me :((

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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These pictures are going to be the death of me

Ferrari 1-2, Australian GP 2024

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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Stop it they're too sweet

The way Carlos smiles around Lando is unlike the way he smiles around anyone else on earth. Unadulterated joy, pure and childlike; open.

#australian gp 2024 #carlando #carlos sainz #lando norris

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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And this is the driver they didn't want? Disgraceful

they are so dear to me :((

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 month

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I'm not crying, it's just dusty...

This was the most precious moment of a father being extremely proud of his son

#australian gp 2024 #carlos sainz

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Another long day, another evening of relishing doing nothing. Locking your apartment door behind you, you dropped your bag and coat on the floor next to you, not wanting to bother with putting them away properly.

You felt like calling out for him, but there would be no use for that. He wasn't there anymore. You went into the kitchen, deciding that a hot cup of something would suffice. You made yourself a tea and went to sit on the couch.

Wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and pulling your legs up to your chest, you knew you wouldn't find the comfort you were so desperately searching for glimmers of.

The long days were taking a toll on you more than they normally would, and today was no exception. It was all work, eat, sleep and repeat. On occasion, you would maybe go see some friends, find something to occupy the time with.

But none of it was the same. Nothing was the same without him.

The only thing that could provide the solace from the madness that you felt like you were facing would have been one of his hugs. That was the only thing you wanted right now. The only thing you needed.

Missing him had become routine, and it would be a part of your life until the last breath exited your lungs. But your body had become so conditioned to having his arms wrapped around it. Now, that was the only thing that felt like safety to you, and it would be damn hard to fall out of the habit.

Carlos was the best hugger you had ever known. They were like the safety from the thunder, the shelter from the lightning, the umbrella from the rain. Yet, you'd have to brave the storm all by yourself now.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, his contact being the top of the list. For a moment, you looked at the long line of texts that you had already sent him, all with no response. However, you still sent him another.

'One of your hugs would be nice right now' you texted. Just as expected, it was just another in that long line of messages that had gone straight to 'not delivered'. They would all do that, since he wasn't there to answer them anymore. And he never would be.

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