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Logan had a new phone. And for the first time in a while, it felt nice to just be disconnected from the world for a bit. The people who truly mattered had his phone number. His Instagram had been wiped, along with every other social media. The American had gone dark. 

And apparently you had done the same thing. 

His parents and brother knew where he would be, just in case for emergencies. However, he asked them to not text much. He needed time away, well, away from the current grid. It hurt him, seeing how supportive everyone was with Theo. No one had ever congratulated him when he first got signed. Hell, even Oscar hadn’t known right away, claiming he had forgotten. 

Of course, he had given you his new number because you’d be the only person he previously knew that he’d still be in contact with. You also gave Logan you’re new number, having similar ideas to your friend. 

Well, he had given George his new number. The Briton had texted his old number in a panic-like manner when Logan deactivated everything. Under a temporary contract, Logan wasn’t legally allowed to tell George anything except that he was safe and needed time away. 

The brunet was not happy with that, but he let Logan know that if he needed anything, he would come running. A bit of happiness let itself seep into Logan’s heart, thankful for the Mercedes driver’s friendship. 

When he had read the email after the social media posts went up, his mind blanked. 

What did Andretti want with him? A washed-out jobless nobody. He believes they should have been looking at someone like Carlos or even Ollie, who was making good times in F2 car. It had to be anyone but him. 

So why was it him? 

He had been about to call you when you had first facetimed him on his laptop. He couldn’t even get words about before you started screeching. Logan chuckled as you went on a rant, as this could be their big break. His silence had given you a look into how he was truly feeling. 

Your voice had quieted down on the device. 

“You’re going to take the offer right?” 

Logan winced at your tone, which gave you the information you needed. You rolled your eyes as you sat on your bed. 

“Logan, we were just dropped by two teams that didn’t even want us. They pushed us away like we were nothing. And now, there’s a team with top potential that truly wants us, and you don’t want to take the opportunity?” 

The American boy sighed. You had a point. 

“I’m just scared that I’m going to get there, and then make a fool out of myself. Then Michael is going to see how truly bad of a driver I am,” he hugged out. 

You could hear the fear in his voice, and it devastated you. Where did your confident and smiley boy go? Williams would pay for it, one way or another. 

You were hesitant to say something. 

“Logan, even if our times aren’t what we’re wanting at first, Michael said that we will get better. He’s sent my manager some data and it looks like we are scarily similar with our driving styles. Logan, the car is going to be made for us. Michael made sure that I knew that we’d have a chance, because I’m not driving if you’re not. Together or nothing, we come as a package.” 

Logan sat up quickly off his bed. He glared at you through his laptop.

“You did not just quote Charles Leclerc to me.” 

“And what if I did?”  

“No, you can’t give this offer up if I don’t drive.” 

You glared back at him, although you had a smile. 

“It’s either both of us, or none of us. I’m tired of never seeing you, and you need a friend you can count on. I’m sorry to say but Oscar has done a very shit job of being your friend. I’d say that George is a better friend than him.” 

Logan sighed. “No, you’re right. It’s just hard to accept that.” 

Your smile dropped a bit. 

“Logan, he was supposed to be your friend and then he dropped you. Everyone had dropped you so many times and you’ve been the one to pick yourself back up. But now, you’ve been dropped a final time, yet someone wants to be the first to help you back up, to clean your wounds, and to heal you. And now you don’t even want that?” 

You had a point. 

Like always. 

“Your words never seem to fail me woman.” 

“That’s because men are the inferior being.” 

Logan snorted. 

“Will I see you in Milan next week?” you asked with hopeful eyes. Logan could see the glimmer that shined in them. He didn’t want to be the person to damped that. 

“I will see you in Milan.” 

The first thing that popped into Logan’s mind when he got to the base was “Holy Shit.” 

The building was massive as he walked through the giant doors. He really thought that this was a movie set with how grand it was. Surely this couldn’t it? Maybe he had the wrong address. 

“Mr. Sargeant?” 

Or maybe he did. His body turned to the lady standing near the front desk. He showed a smile that was definitely a tad too wide and showed too many teeth. Thankfully the lady didn’t show any malice as she sweetly grinned at the blond. 

“Yes ma’am. That’s me.” 

Always the good southern-hospitality manners with him. 

“I’m glad you could make it. If you’d follow me, Michael is waiting in his office for you.” 

Logan breathed a sigh of relief when he finally knew that he didn’t have to circumnavigate the entirety of the building. 

The air was fresh as he walked behind the lady, who he now knew as Marissa Andretti, Michael’s sister and Head of Directors. Her own American accent was like a comforting blanket to Logan. Gosh, did he miss hearing a familiar voice to his own during 2023. 

The one voice he couldn’t wait to hear was your own. He knew he’d be safe once he heard the lisps of a Southern draw when you talked. The slurred vowels and the biting consonants would be music to his ears. 

“How have you liked the simulator and the data so far?” Marissa asked as she led Logan down yet another hallway. How big was this building and were they leading him to his death? 

Yet, despite his concerns, Logan was very happy with the results. 

“The car is already so fast. It’s like it’s just an extension of me instead of working against me. It feels so right.” 

Technically, Logan had been on the first plane to Milan to start testing, as his own anxiety wouldn’t let him wait until the week was up. You had your own simulator back in the States, so you did your testing there. Logan had been back in London when the email came, and his set up was not going to function with the high tech that Andretti needed. 

Marissa smiled over her shoulder. “Good, that is exactly what we are wanting to hear.” 

Finally, she stopped in front of a door that had a giant-ass A on the front. Logan wanted to laugh at the cinematics. Surely, this was a movie and he was going to be the main character. Marissa pushed a button and the door slowly swung open. 

Logan’s smile grew once he saw you in one of the very plush seats in front of the desk. You immediately stood up and jumped into his arms. He breathed deeply and all weight slowly melted from his body. It had been so long since he had gotten to hug you, hold you, feel you. 

When you pulled away, you had a blinding smile on your face. 

“Glad to see you here Logs.” 

His nose scrunched at the old nickname. 

“I don’t think you’ve called me that since we were 12, Y/n.” 

You huffed. 

“Fine, no nickname for you.” 

“I take it back. I ban you from calling me Logan.” 

“Isn’t that your name?” 

“No?” 

“Logs!” 

“Ah there it is!” 

A cough signaled to Logan that they weren’t actually alone. He sheepishly turned around to face the man who, hopefully after this meeting, would be his boss for a couple of years. Logan turned his full body towards the desk and stepped with his hand outstretched. 

Michael had a knowing smile as he shook Logan’s hand. 

“I am so sorry sir, I didn’t even realize that you were already here, and I haven’t seen her in a while, and it’s so good to just here the accents because the grid is entirely too European and Asian, sometimes I couldn’t even understand them, and…” 

Michael put his hands on Logan’s shoulders. 

“It’s just fine kid. I totally get you.” 

Logan visibly relaxed under Michael’s hands. 

“Now, why don’t you sit down and we can start talking contracts.” 

Logan lit up at the word. 

“Contracts?”

You gave him a smirk. 

“Yes Logs, contracts.” 

Logan felt as though he couldn’t breathe. But this time, it was with excitement and not dread. His butt quickly found the seat next to yours. Marissa left the room with promises of coming back with celebratory drinks. 

Michael pulled out two small stacks of paper before he started speaking. 

“So, I’ve talked with both of your managers and we’ve come up with a contract. You two can look over it as I read the big details. The finer print is stuff that you both have already previously gone over, but you are still encouraged to look over it one final time.”

You and Logan had the same exact papers. 

In the initial emailing process, the two of you had voiced that you were a packaged deal. Logan was surprised to see that Michael had said that he wouldn’t want it any other way and was glad to possibly not have to deal with drivers hating each other. Logan thought anything would be better than Brocedes 2016. 

You looked down at the words as Michael read them out loud. 

“Ok, so in the contract, the two of you will be signed until 2027. There is an exit clause in section C, but we are not allowed to terminate prior to 2027. The two of you will be granted ambassadorship with whatever sponsors we’ve received. The sponsorships are in section E and it gives a rundown of each one and what they will be contributing to the team. 

“Per secrecy of wanting to keep the identities secret until we reach the grid for testing, the two of you will go under pseudonyms.” 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Like a call sign?” 

Marissa flashed a wicked grin. 

“Exactly like a call sign.” 

You continued, “Do we get to come up with them?” 

Michael clasped his hands. “So we thought that Y/n could go by Phoenix and then Logan would go Venus.” 

Your eyes widened as you took in the name. Wasn’t too bad, you thought. 

Logan let out a sigh of relief. “At least it’s not like Eagle or something. That would be super obvious.” 

The boss-man chuckled before he looked back down at the contract. 

“Since the two of you did not specify a salary, we took the liberty to come up with one ourselves. But please feel free to mention what you’d like and we can always raise it. We also liked to put in that for every point scored, the two of you get a bonus as a little incentive. The salary will not be dropped no matter if points are scored or not. Think of it as a baseline.” 

Michael chuckled as he watched yours and Logan’s eyes drastically widen at the sight of the eight digits before the decimal. Logan gulped at the sight. 

“Michael, I think you added too many zeros.” 

“I think I didn’t add enough.” 

Logan couldn’t respond. 

You looked up from the paper to Michael. “I think it’s high enough.” 

The goateed-man smiled back at you and continued. 

“I’ve seen the skills parts on your resumes and thankfully the two of you do not need to learn Italian from scratch. I don’t even know when the two of you had time to learn it, but thankfully it is not required in meetings or in the garage.” 

Logan smirked as he looked at the words. 

“What’s the fun in that? We can have secret conversations with ourselves.” 

You tapped his shoulder. 

“Except Ferrari will know and maybe Lewis.” 

“I’ll have my Duolingo account at the ready.” 

Michael watched as the two of you pored over the papers and bickered like an old married couple. He and Marissa already had a bet going to see when the two of you would get together. But, you didn’t need to know that.

“I digress. You can speak in Italian if you want to. The next couple of sections are just PR related. The two of you wanted to bring you own teams in, which is fine. I’ve sent emails and meeting times to each of them and have been replied to. All is in motion. Logan, you mentioned something to me once about your personal trainer leaving?” 

A sigh left his lips at the mention of Benny. He really didn’t want anyone else. He slowly nodded. 

“He had to leave to be with his family. Williams wasn’t the most accommodating and he was told that he had to be at every race. Normally I didn’t even need him until race day. He’d miss so much time with his family because of traveling and things like that.” 

“Well, I think we have you covered.” 

Logan looked back down at the paper. A small gasp left his lips. 

Ben Jacobs was written in black ink under “Personal Trainer.” 

“How?” 

Michael smiled. 

“It took some convincing, but he said he’d come back for you. Of course, Ben will be highly compensated to return after he said he wouldn’t. His family will also be accommodated for any race that they’d like to attend and Ben can show up however late he needs. His leave will also be paid time as well.” 

Logan could kiss the man if he could. Tears pooled in his eyes and he could only manage a small thank you. Your hand rested on his shoulder in comfort. He just couldn’t wait to see him again. 

“Looks like that is everything. Are you two ready to sign?” 

Yours and Logan’s heads nodded eagerly as pens were uncapped. There was light scratching for a few moments as you filled out the needed information on the multiple sheets of paper. Once everything was completed, you let out a sigh of relief. You and Logan could finally do this. 

Marissa showed up at the right moments with a few different beverages. You took one of the iced americanos, claiming that Italian espresso was, in fact, the best kind. Logan surprised you as he took a mimosa. 

He side-eyed you. 

“It’s freshly squeezed orange juice and you cannot go wrong with it. It’s a classic.”

You held you drink up and your other hand in mock surrender. 

Michael took a black coffee and sipped it. 

“Now, onto the fun stuff.” 

Your eyebrows pinched. “Fun stuff?” 

Michael smirked before pulling up a projector that was attached to his laptop. He started to click through the slides. 

“First, the car.” 

On the slide was a sleek yellow and black livery. The black really highlighted the tamer yellow. 

Michael pointed at it. 

“This is our 2024 livery. We designed it awhile back, but it’s finally going to be used.” 

You let out a whistle as a video played the engine noise. To you, it sounded fast. You had been able to do a few laps with an actual car to get the feel of it since IndyCar were so much different. Michael claimed though that you were a natural in the car, being able to command it to what you needed it to do. Logan was quite the same. 

The next slide showed multiple models of Lamborghinis. With it came a smirk from the sister and brother pair. 

Logan looked at them. 

“I don’t know whether to be excited about the smirks or nervous.” 

Marissa was the one to pull up something on her personal iPad. She showed the official Lamborghini website. 

“Because the two of you will now technically ambassadors for Lambo as well, you two need to pick out what models the two of you would like to own. For now, we can start with one, but Tonino wanted his drivers to start a small collection.” 

You made her pause. 

“Tonino, as in, Tonino Lamborghini?” 

Marissa sent a gentle smile to calm you down. 

“Yes. Mr. Tonino will be at quite a few races to watch. He has mentioned wanting to see Ferrari fail, but our data is saying that although we look promising, there’s not guarantee.” 

Logan exhaled sharply. 

“No pressure right?” 

Michael leaned forward over the desk. 

“Listen to me Logan. You have been with a team that has now destroyed every bit of self-confidence. Mr. Tonino is actually the one who put your name on my radar. If you’re good enough for him, you need to believe that you’re good enough for everyone else.” 

Logan was taken back. Mr. Tonino was the one to bring him up? He felt honored in a good way. A nod of his head let Michael and Marissa know that they could continue. Logan turned your way, only to find you already smiling at him. He hoped that he could always be on the receiving end of that smile. 

Marissa continued where she left off. 

“Just look over the models and customize it however you’d like. We’ll get it sent to the factory to be made in time for the first race in Bahrain. These cars will be shipped along with our supplies so you can always have them.” 

You smirked. “I’ve always wanted a black Lamborghini Aventador.” 

Logan turned to Marissa. “I’d love a black Lamborghini Huracan.” 

A smile grew on your face. “Aw, Logan. We’ll get matching Lambos.” 

Logan thought that if you had been an emoji, you’d be the one with the big teary eyes and a pout. Marissa looked pleased at the requests for the different models. 

You raised your hand. “Do we need to start looking for places to stay here in Milan?” 

Michael lifted his eyebrows. 

“You don’t actually. Between races, the two of you are more than welcome to either go home or adventure somewhere. We will let you know when it is crucial to come back here to do some testing. Housing is provided when you need to be here. There are multiple estates that can be used on bought property.” 

You and Logan definitely liked the sound of that. Maybe you could stay in close villas or something. Or maybe in the same place as you tended to get lonely. That’s what being pushed out of everything does to someone in a year. You can’t remember the last time that you were invited to do something with the team, always retreating to your small hotel room after a race. You feel as though Logan might feel the same. 

Michael moved to the next slide, showing the race suits. 

“These are the suits for the season. Black or white fireproofs will go well with them. Helmets are up to the two of you. You will need on standard for some races and then you can choose what races you want fun ones to be. Miami, Austin, Las Vegas, and Imola are going to be considered our home races.” 

“What about Monza?” Logan questioned. 

Michael had a glint in his eyes. 

“That will forever belong to the Tifosi I’m afraid.” 

You decided to pipe up. 

“Or Charles Leclerc. I feel like wherever he goes, the Tifosi goes with him. You make him trade teams, the Italians will follow him.” 

Logan shot you a teasing look. 

“You always have to bring him up in one way or another.” 

You shrugged. 

“He’s a good driver. Let’s not bring up that you’re such a fanboy for Max Verstappen of all people.” 

Logan’s torso shifted. 

“It’s not every day that one beats Sir Lewis Hamilton and take away his 8th championship!” 

Laughs erupted from Michael and Marissa, making you and Logan pause. You cleared your throat. 

“Sorry, please continue.” 

Michael went a bit further with the slides, going over compatible data to the car. He went over sponsors and things like that before he finally leaned back into his chair. 

“Are we able to drive the cars today?” 

Much like you were, Logan was itching to be back behind the wheel. And hopefully, the wheel belonged to a reliable car. 

Michael stood from where he sat, making you and Logan also rise to your feet. 

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” he said, making his way to the door. When the two of you didn’t follow, he turned back around. 

“Are you ready for it?” 

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Lamborghini_racing Are you ready for it?

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l4mbo.child a hello or how are you doing WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE

f1_fan I fear they have gagged the entire grid with this

ferrariforza damn, I thought we had the best livery - sorry kings 👑

lambo_drivers all I'm asking is who is going to be driving this beast?

lo-girlies do I even utter his name in fear that it might not happen?

y/nfan or even utter her name?

thepaddock_person who 🤨

childofF1 I'll say it - LOGAN AND Y/N FOR LAMBO 2024

box_box_express the paint, the yellow, the black, the lighting, THE EVERYTHING

taylorswiftxf1 I see the admin is a Taylor fan??

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phoenix95 baby let the games begin

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4theF1_girlies EXCUSE MEEEEEEE

driver95 ayo - we got the Lightning McQueen number with a queen

lambo_duo oh gosh I hope I live to see the day that they reveal their drivers

venus2 looking snazzy 😎

phoenix95 no one ever says that anymore

venus2 🥺

phoenix95 fine...thank you

venus2 🥰

venusxphoenix WHOEVER THEY ARE - THEY HAVE MY HEART

rising_phoenix95 immediate fan

lambo_child the Aventador is such a slay 💅

lambof1 I wonder if they have like matching cars with their contracts

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venus2 let the games begin now

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lambof1 I THINK I CALLED IT?? THE MATCHING BLACK CARS

pitstop_nightmare I'M SORRY FERRARI BUT THIS IS TOO SEXY

lamborghinivsferrari THE HURACAN 🥵😱

c16_leclerc I'm guessing they went to Charles's school of serving cunt

hamilton44lewis and graduated with a degree in slay

phoenix95 that's sexy baby

venus2 thanks 😚

phoenix95 ...I was talking about the car?

venus2 sure...sure you were 😈

box_box_express I feel like I have some sleuthing to do - hold please

logansarg2 I miss Logan so much - it's heartbreaking to see all of his accounts go dark, I guess I'll have to stan this dude instead

y/n.nation I miss our girl so much

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vettel reincarnate * female!driver -> after retiring from formula 1 at the end of the 2022 season, f1 legend sebastian vettel realised a while after the announcement that he would miss the paddock way too much. instead of taking back his announcement, he pairs up with an up-and-coming driver and gets her a seat in a race car in formula 1.

in another life * female!driver x logan sargeant -> "if not in this universe, do you think we're at least together in another?" "there has to be at least one where we're happy."

it's nice to have a friend * logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver -> it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

i'm giving up your ghost * multiple drivers -> i’d live in these stories forever if it means being with you

fast times and fast nights * f1 grid as wags -> what do you expect when you put the grid and their partners on a reality show?

i said "i love you" * valentine's day special -> different reactions to the phrase

max verstappen

midnights -> a compilation of lonely midnights shared between you and max following your breakup

5 times -> there are five times max almost caught himself saying he loves you, and then there’s the time that he finally let you know

3 times -> you've had a crush on the racing prodigy for as long as you've known him - you had your own troubles biting back on words too.

glitter -> it’s the morning after a party, and you find yourself tangled up in bed with your boyfriend

the other woman -> everything falls into place in your mind when max fails to show up for you at the one event you desperately wanted him to be at

charles leclerc

i quit drinking -> you were never one to turn down alcohol. when you do, it causes a ruckus among your friends.

to forget you -> you avoided alcohol to forget the likes of charles, but he coped by drowning himself in the very same thing that reminded him of you

you called -> you called, so he came.

george russell

sex -> it was supposed to be just sex

be mine -> your last night together ended on a bad note, and now you’re back after months to explain yourself

alex albon

love like this -> alex may be the reason your parents are separating, but he proves to you that soulmates still exist

get this right -> the thought of proposing to you is one that always comes easy to alex, but what he hadn’t expected is how difficult it is to execute it

first podiums -> it’s her first win in formula one as a female driver and her boyfriend can’t be any happier for her

logan sargeant

take my hand * prince!logan -> the princess, to inherit the throne after marriage, is having the hardest time trying to find a man to wed. until, a certain duke of somewhere comes riding in to ask for her hand

our spot -> a text from you is the last thing logan expects when he's back home for the holidays especially when it's your first text in almost two years

our spot, 2 -> it’s about two weeks since you last saw logan and you find him sitting all alone in the dark

oscar's girl / logan's girl -> logan never thought he would meet the girl that broke oscar’s heart

where the fun begins * frat!logan (college!mick) -> logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

to the moon and back * dad!logan -> the misadventures of little luna sargeant

carlos sainz

one of your girls -> you’re just another name in black ink in his long list of girls, and you should know better. so why are you at his apartment in the middle of the night after weeks of radio silence?

oscar piastri

logan's girl -> oscar truly never thought he would ever see the girl that was the cause of his first ever heartbreak

mastermind -> oscar did not expect that he had to share a bed with you during his trip to visit you over his break

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no other shade of blue, but you -> you didn't have a favourite colour up until you met him

where the fun begins * college!mick (frat!logan) -> logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

invisible string -> unbeknownst to you, there was a force that was pulling you and mick together your entire lives

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paint the town red - part twelve

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING

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MONZA 2024

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local german spotted in the paddock!! well, look who the iceman dragged in STOP STEALING MY PHONE TO TAKE PICTURES YOU KNOCK-OFF ONE DIRECTION!! clearly these guys are hard at work before quali today. scores polo position, begs bianca for her phone, sends me this and says, 'let the people know i'm ecstatic to have pole position.' who's man is this??

there is anticipation in the air. the city of monza is thick with excitement, the possibility of their drivers not only winning the race as a 1-2 but also becoming constructor champions at their home race is amazing. it’s a sense of excitement the tifosi haven’t felt since monza 2019, back when their current championship leader, won their home race. however, no one is more charles and carlos. charles is on pole once again, carlos right behind him with max and oscar behind them, it’s another ferrari front row lockout, but this time it’s at monza, their home race.

charles had been smiles all around, laughing and joking with his fellow drivers, he wasn’t nervous anymore, he’d lost the nerves after winning monaco. carlos also had lost the nerves after winning his home race in spain. they were confident and probably a little cocky, but with the lead they had in the championship, it would only be a matter of time before they won, it just wouldn’t be as special if they won anywhere else but monza. 

much like monaco, the avengers could be spotted in the paddock throughout the entirety of the weekend. everywhere you glanced there was an avenger there, dressed to the nines and in red, showing their support for ferrari. but the true stars like always were charles and carlos. however, the arrival of a certain former ferrari driver sparked even more chaos than anyone else ever could. kimi räikkönen was spotted in the ferrari garage, sparking much conversation because the beloved iceman was missed around the paddock.

once again, will buxton was walking through the garage area when an avenger was caught waving at will, this time the culprit was none other than steve rogers. behind him were the ever bickering duo of sam and bucky. 

“mr. rogers, a pleasure to be seeing you here at monza.” will greeted. steve smiled at him, “mr. rogers makes me sound old, i’m only a 104 will. steve will do just fine.”

will laughed, “well, steve, how are you liking monza so far?” 

“it’s been great,” steve began, “the energy here is just unbelievable. i thought the craziest it would get was monaco, but i was wrong.” 

“did you enjoy monaco? it was quite the chaotic race, not for ferrari of course. they had a calm race.”

“oh yes, it was very fun and entertaining. i wasn’t much of a formula 1 guy before all of this, it was after my time the first time around. but when i met tony he used to require no one bother him on race weekends, bianca always joined him, it was like their thing.” 

“are you liking the sport so far? any complaints?” 

“no, none from me personally. i heard the fans get annoyed when one person or one team starts winning it all so i suspect they’ll start complaining after this. as for liking the sport, yes, it’s very entertaining once you understand how everything works.”

“any doubts from the team today?” will asked, hoping to get some information out of him. steve shook his head, “they’re pretty confident they can win today. i know, like most race weekend when max is starting behind charles, they feel a bit of pressure, but they’ve got this. the car’s good, the drivers are confident.” 

“so they’re definitely winning this?” 

“of course,” steve answered, “not a doubt in my mind about it.” 

“very well, it was nice speaking to you steve,” will said, as he departed. 

“bye will,” steve replied. he rapidly turned around, beginning to scold sam and bucky. which the cameras caught, one of the commentators making a joke about it. 

inside the ferrari garage the team stood in a semi circle, sebastian being the last to join them. the closer they got the race, the more the nerves seemed to actually appear. sebastian took a look at his team, “we’ve got this.” 

“we do,” bianca agreed. the shared a quick embrace before parting ways. charles turned to bianca, “another bet?” 

bianca groaned, “no, no more betting.”

“it’s kind of a tradition now,” he joked. 

“fine,” bianca said, “one last bet, what do you want?” 

“if i win this, and we become constructors champions today, you have to tell your dad.”

“what? do you have a death wish?”

“he won’t kill me,” charles replied, “he likes me too much.”

“i’ll think about it,” bianca answered, “now, shut up and listen to what i have to tell you.” 

“yes, madame,” the two laughed, failing to notice a gossiping joaquin and scott. 

“they’re totally dating,” scott told joaquin. joaquin nodded in agreement, “i wonder how long they can keep this up for?” 

“not long,” scott replied, “bianca is not that great of a secret keeper. she’s bound to slip up sooner or later.”

the two of them shut up as sam and bucky approach them, the race 20 minutes away from starting. charles steps away from bianca as the team begins taking the car out of the garage and towards the race track. he exchanges a nod with bianca before joining the rest of the grid for the national anthem. as soon as it was over he went to talk for a moment with carlos before he was being ushered to get into the car.

"radio check," bianca said.

"do you think we can play a song when we win? like the lady gaga one again?" charles questioned. bianca laughed, "we'll see."

the moments before the lights went out were the most nerve wracking moment's of charles life. despite telling everyone he wasn't nervous and tricking himself into believing the nerves were gone for good, he was lying. but he moment those lights were out he was gone. carlos was left behind fighting max for p2 as oscar was shown to sneak around both of them and gain the upperhand. on lap 3 carlos was finally able to get away from max, and his fight with oscar began. it would only be a matter of time before he caught up with oscar but for now oscar was gone.

apparently catching oscar would be easier said than done, but a pit stop error from mclaren gave carlos the advantage that he needed. when he came out of the pits oscar was now fighting max for that final podium position. in the penultimate lap of the race, with charles and carlos ahead of them oscar and max continued to fight u til they achieve a photo finish. unfortunately for the reigning world champion, oscar came out on top for the race.

"it seems fitting that here, in monza, the home of ferrari, where they bleed rosso corsa, that ferrari is crowned the constructor champion of the 2024 season! for the first time since 2008 ferrari is constructor champions! charles leclerc and carlos sainz bring home another 1-2 for the scuderia.”

the camera pans to the the ferrari crew as they erupt into screams and begin jumping for joy. at the pit lane bucky barnes and sam wilson run across the pitlane, grabbing sebastian vettel and hoisting him onto their shoulders, as they parade the man up and down the lane. they stop in front of the red bull garage, both soldiers stop for a brief moment, flipping off the red bull crew who could only laugh, a visibly upset christian horner is shown for a moment. joaquin torres and peter parker are seen grabbing tony stark and throwing the man into the air, all he can do is laugh.

but the real stars, charles and carlos are basking in their win. the two cars came to stop at their rightful places in the parc ferme. charles jumps out of his car first, he jumps on top of it as carlos does the same. the two drivers turn to look at each other before running and enveloping each other in a hug. together they rush at their team, who welcome them with open arms. both of them hug their engineers tightly, before rushing to get weighted. charles is the first to spot oscar, he shakes the other drivers hand as oscar congratulates him.

before he can say anything else, david coulthard is pulling oscar away for his interview. carlos follows after him, with a brief congrats from oscar. charles is last one to go for his interview before all three drivers were being ushered to the cool down room.

charles turns to oscar, “i thought you were behind me?”

oscar shakes his head, “i lost a position after my pit stop. there was some kind of mistake and it was too late to catch up with carlos. i came out right in front of max.”

“i couldn’t catch you,” carlos tells the aussie. oscar smiles a bit, “you were too busy fighting with max.”

the three drivers turn to the screen, checo’s car is seen fighting with a williams, carlos looks confused, “is that logan or alex?”

“logan,” oscar answered, “he was starting p10 this race.”

“he’s doing better, no?” charles asked. oscar nodded, “he was close to a podium a while back in canada.”

“he’ll get it one day,” charles said, rather optimistically. with the way the season had been going, full of surprises, it was only a matter of time before logan got his podium.

“i hope so,” oscar whispered. he knew his american friend and been longing to get that podium in formula 1. it was his way of proving everyone wrong.

will buxton approaches tony, before the podium ceremony, he’s got both arms around harley and bianca. bianca is holding morgan in her arms. the little girl looking at everything in wonder while harley is bicker with peter. tony notices will and smiles at him.

“tony, bianca, harley, any words to the fans?” will asks.

"this win is not just for us," tony begins, "it's for every single tifosi who waited and hoped that one day we would be constructors champions again. but this is also for the other drivers who were let down by ferrari in the past. kimi, felipe, fernando, this is for you! forza ferrari!"

“it’s just,” harley began, “it’s incredible to be able to do this in front of our home crowd, it’s so special. we’re so thankful they had faith in us to be able to do this.”

“holy shit,” bianca softly says, “it was always a dream, to be able to do this, to see ferrari do this. i don’t think there are any words to describe what we as a team feel having won this after so many years.”

the screams are deafening as carlos runs up to the podium. he waves at the crowd, seamingly amplifying the cheers. charles is called up next to the podium and it seems like the cheers grow louder. charles stands on his spot at the podium, as he looks down at the crowd below, where his team is, winking at them, or rather someone. the person on stage is ferrari’s beloved team principal, sebastian vettel. he smiles brightly, at his two drivers, the crowd below chanting his name.

the national anthems begin, causing it to go silent for a moment as the monégasque anthem begins. charles smiles brightly, hearing his anthem play in monza again. the anthem switches to the italian anthem and all hell breaks loose. all around them the crowd sings the anthem, as their team sings along. all three ferrari members turn to look at each other mounting the words of the italian anthem, before looking back at the crowd.

as each of the drivers get handed their trophies, the crowd’s energy shifts.

oscar raises up his trophy to his team, a group of papaya drowned out by a sea of red, but everyone cheers for him regardless. carlos holds up his trophy, as the sounds are amplified. charles receives his next and throws it up in the air, before holding it out to the tifosi and his team. the last one to receive the trophy is seb, he takes and waits a moment before showing it to the crowd. the screams grow louder, if that was even possible.

when the time comes, all three drivers, as if in agreement, turn to drown seb with champagne. the team principal laughs before they all turn to the crowd below. after pictures, seb grabs the trophy, running to the front of the stage, where he holds it out, one last time, and the screams are deafening. it had been a long time coming but ferrari has finally done it, they were finally constructors champions.

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harleykeener YEAH BABY! THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE A COMEBACK!

username i never thought i'd live to see the day! OH MY GOD!

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peterparker LET'S FUCKING GO! FORZA FERRARI!

biancastark_potts FUCK EVERYONE WHO THOUGHT WE COULDN'T DO IT!

↳ username oh yeah, these guys are so drunk. where's isaiah when you need him?

charles_leclerc WE DID IT BABY!! LET'S GO!!

isaiah_atkins VICTORY HAS NEVER FELT SO SWEET!

↳ username apparently he's as drunk as them.

arthur_leclerc YEAH! SCREW RED BULL! WE DID IT!

↳ username oh boy, they're all going to regret this tomorrow

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📍peterparker not pictured is yuki and pierre's horrible karaoke, isaiah falling on his ass, yelena punching a guy who flirted with her, riri outdrinking max, logan and oscar taking a nap in the middle of the club, alex and george almost making out, lewis trying to get a dancing kate off a table, charles for some reason, and many others.

↳ pierregasly he disappeared in the middle of the party and came back like an hour later?

↳ charles_leclerc lies and slander!

samwilson is that bianca? making out with someone?

↳ peterparker huh i guess it is.

↳ katebishop that is obviously the boyfriend you idiots.

yelenabelova is that why there's blood on my shirt?

↳ alex_albon you are one scary lady. you knocked him out.

↳ yelenabelova good, you should fear me.

biancastark_potts oh my god, what the hell happened last night?

↳ americachavez apparently too much and too little at the same time.

yukitsunoda you guys should throw more parties if it means free alcohol paid for by tony stark.

↳ tonystark YOU PEOPLE PAID WITH MY CARD?

↳ harleykeener duh? you're a billionaire, you can handle it.

ririwilliams i have never been more proud of myself.

↳ katebishop you built your own iron man suit from scratch?

↳ ririwilliams and? i outdrank max verstappen! that's not something a lot of people say they can do.

↳ maxverstappen1 she's right! be proud of yourself riri!

harryosborn oh, i'm sure you guys had fun.

bianca groaned as she pulled her phone away from her face, charles laying beside her laughed. bianca turned to look at him, "this isn't funny."

"it's hilarious mon amour," charles said through giggles. bianca rolled her eyes, as she sat up, "sure, my dad demanding to know who i'm kissing in peter's post is hilarious."

charles laughed again and as bianca moved to get up charles pulled her back, "you have to tell him."

"i will," bianca promised, "i just have to figure out when."

charles nuzzled his face into her neck, "go back to sleep."

both of their phones buzzed at the same time, a text from harley. bianca grabbed her phone first, sitting up as she read harley's text, charles groaned, "no, come back."

"shit," bianca said as she began running around the room. charles sat up, "what is it?"

"harry told my dad. we have less than five minutes before he shows up."

charles sat up, "why is this bad? i thought you wanted to tell him? are you embarrassed of me?"

bianca stopped, pulling her shirt over head, shaking her head rapidly, "i'm not, i promise. i just, i wanted to tell him when i wanted too, not when someone else decided to tell him. with harry, my dad found out because of norman. i never got an opportunity to do things right."

"okay," charles said, pulling a shirt over his head. bianca kissed his forehead, causing charles to pout, "i think you missed."

bianca laughed, but pressed a quick kiss to his lips, charles seemed ready to protest when both of them froze, a voice coming from the otherside of the door, "LECLERC!"

"oh shit," bianca whispered.

"LECLERC OPEN THIS DOOR! AND YOU! BIANCA MARIA STARK-POTTS BETTER NOT BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR WITH HIM!" TONY SHOUTED.

"fuck," the couple whispered.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! ooh, a cliffhanger dun, dun, dun! harry's such an ass, can't believe i wrote him to be like that. bianca and charles are so american coded. i stand by what i said.

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Just relax | c.s & c.l

pairing: dom!carlos x dom!charles x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, brief mention of spitting

w/c: 2.2k

summary: You really thought that Carlos, who’s basically your boss, needs some help with the informations of the upcoming projects, but you never thought that it was just a trap from the two Ferrari drivers to help you relax… in a very loud and messy way.

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“Y/n! Can you please come real quick!?” Carlos asked you loudly. You, as the nice and perfect media assistant of Ferrari that you were, you obviously immediately obeyed and made your way over to him.

Carlos quickly checked you out, eyes going over your body in a rather slow motion as you looked up at him, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Yeah?” You asked him innocently. Hands clutching onto the various random stuff in your arms that Carlos had no idea of.

His eyes went up to your face again, “Can we quickly talk about some of the upcoming projects you suggested to me and Charles?” He asked you politely.

You furrowed your brows since you actually already explained everything to him and his teammate but these two are basically your chef’s so you also can’t say no.

But then you nodded, “yeah, sure.” You muttered before the Spaniard opened the door and let you enter his driver room.

What you didn’t realise tho, was that while you were entering his rather small room, Carlos removed his eyes from your smaller frame and looked over to Charles standing just a few feet away from Carlos’s room, lips slowly forming into a smirk while he tilted his head towards the door, towards you.

Both of their usually so bright and happy eyes now dark and filled with nothing else than lust.

Charles briefly leaned into mattia's ear and told him a quick, 'be right back' before he uncrossed his arms and made his way towards Carlos's drivers room, entering it right before Carlos closed the door behind him after he also entered the room.

You turned around as soon as you heard the lock on the door turning, “Oh! Hello Charles, congratulations to P2!” You congratulated him happily with a smile on your face.

“Oh, let’s see if your still gonna wear that pretty little smile on your lips when we're done with you cariño.” Carlos mumbled very quietly, eyes not leaving your frame while Charles eyes were also focused on you, smirk only growing as soon as he heard the words of his teammate.

You tilted your head with a grin on your face, “what?” You shook your head, basically asking Carlos to repeat his sentence again since you haven’t understood it.

He also shook his head before he quickly glanced over to Charles, “nothing cariño, nothing.” You were already used to the Spanish nickname Carlos gave you months ago.

“okay?” You whispered mainly to yourself, hands still clutching on the notebooks you were carrying.

Charles eyes briefly looked over to Carlos before he took slow steps towards you, until you had to look up at the monagueque. You gulped and put another innocent and kind hearted smile onto your lips.

He licked his lips before he raised one of his hands and grabbed your notebooks, pulling them out of your hands and laying them down onto the small table next to you. After that, Carlos removed his Ferrari cap and also threw it onto the table next to your work stuff.

Carlos's hand went trough his slightly sweaty hair, fingers ruffling through his soft dark hair as his eyes scanned your body.

“No! I need that for the things I need to discuss with Carlos-”

“Believe me mon amour, for the discussion that we're about to have, you don’t need your work related stuff.” Charles quickly interrupted you.

You furrowed your brows and pulled your gaze away from Charles and looked at Carlos. Then you put your gaze back to the man standing infront of you, confusion covering your face whilst the two men in the room with you didn’t say anything, only looked with a kind of dark expression at you.

“But, c-carlos… I though you wanted-”

“I know what I wanted y/n, I’m not dumb.” He told you in the meanest tone you ever heard coming out of his mouth, at least for Carlos usual so kind tone it was rather mean in your opinion.

“But now he wants something else, and I do too.” Charles muttered. You shook your head, not understanding their intentions.

Carlos slowly came closer to you, now standing right next to his teammate as he spoke up,

“You always work so much cariño.” The Spaniard mumbled while both of their eyes were scanning your body, gliding in a slow and pretty visible motion over your black skirt and red blouse.

“You deserve a tiny break don’t you think so, hmm?” Charles added, fingers brushing a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You gulped, finger clutching onto your skirt since you were pretty nervous and didn’t quiet know what to do and what the two man want from you. You shook your head,

“N-No, I mean… it’s fine, you know? It’s my job and I really enjoy my job here at Ferrari so it’s okay that I always have to work so much.” You quickly nodded along your words, eyes looking up at the two drivers.

Carlos sighed and relaxed his shoulders a bit, “You still deserve a tiny break baby, you do… trust us.” He mumbled before he went past your standing figure and sat himself down onto the small red couch in his driver's room.

Charles briefly left your gaze and looked over to his teammate who only briefly nodded at him but you didn’t noticed that, too lost in your own thoughts.

“Why don’t you let us take a bit of care of you?” Charles tilted his head as he asked you that.

Carlos spread his legs, manspreading onto the comfy couch as soon as he noticed Charles taking slow steps towards you, forcing you to walk backwards.

The back of your legs hit the couch and you swiftly turned around only to see Carlos eyes quickly pulling his eyes away from your ass and looking you deep in the eyes. Charles leaned forwards so that his mouth hovered right above your ear,

“Just relax.” He whispered into your ear, palms catching your hips and slowly letting you fall back right onto his teammate's lap.

You gasped as soon as Carlos’s hands got a hold of your hips while Charles got on his knees infront of you. Carlos gently turned his head and ran his nose along your cheek and temple before he aligned his mouth with your ear just like Charles did,

“This is okay, right cariño?” He asked you softly. Fingers slowly gliding along your thighs and lifting up your black skirt but not past your hips, eagerly waiting for your permission.

You swallowed and put your gaze back to Charles who’s on his knees infront of you, hands removing your heels and putting them carefully to the side, obviously doing that while holding eye contact with, also waiting for your answer.

After a few seconds of thinking, you nodded.

Carlos just wanted to nod with his head, smile already forming on his lips but Charles quickly slapped his leg, grabbing his attention.

The Spaniard looked at him with furrowed brows. Charles only raised his brows before he silently mouthed him the word 'words'. Carlos confusion disappeared.

“Well, tell her Leclerc.” Carlos told his teammate.

Charles turned his focus back on you and stood up while he had a rather tight grip on your thighs, spreading them and bending them so that your knees touched your red blouse.

His nose was so close to touching yours, smirk covering his soft lips while his eyes were watching your facial expressions.

He raised his hand brushed the tip of his pointer finger along your jaw, “you will only answer us with words, am I clear?”

You gulped and quickly turned your head to look at Carlos but Charles didn’t really like that so he tightened his pointer finger and thumb so that you weren’t able to look at his teammate.

“Am I clear?”

“y-yes.” You answered quietly, eyes not daring to leave his eyes.

Carlos chuckled into your ear before he gave you a quick kiss onto your temple and cheek.

“Good.” He mumbled happily while Charles fingers briefly squeezed your cheeks together and kissed your nose before he went back down onto his knees inform of you, properly bending your legs again.

He started to trail kisses up the inside your legs, a few on your left leg while holding eye contact with you and then switching sides to kiss your other leg.

While Charles was slowly kissing his way up your legs, Carlos hands left your hips and opened the button do your blouse, revealing your white bra, matching with your thong.

You were to focused on Carlos eyes watching how his big hands opened every single one of the tiny buttons and opening up your red blouse that you didn’t even notice at first how Charles’s hands removed your thong, throwing it carelessly away.

“Tellement jolie mon amour.” So pretty my love.

Charles told you quietly while his fingers were gently touching the soft skin of your thighs, eyes admiring your already slightly wet cunt with heart eyes.

You jumped a bit when the monagueque closed his mouth around your clit and kissed it, tip of his wet tongue touching your clit as he closed his eyes and groaned, making it very visible to his teammate that your pussy obviously tastes very delicious.

You turned your head only to see the Spaniard watching his teammate eating your pussy, kissing it and licking it, flicking your clit with his eyes closed.

Carlos hand now removing your red blouse, palm squeezing one of your breast. “Does that feel good cariño.” He asked you in a quiet but deep tone, eyes focusing on your cunt that’s currently getting eaten by his teammate.

“Hmm?, already feeling relaxed?” Carlos mouth now gently kissing the back of your neck while he whispered these words.

You closed your eyes, head falling backwards onto Carlos shoulder before you felt how Charles stopped eating you out to slap his palm down onto your pussy, making you jump once again.

“Owwww!” You whined loudly but couldn’t say anything else due's Carlos hand covering your mouth and shooting you a dark gaze.

“Silencio.” Be quiet. Carlos ordered you deeply. Your teary eyes put their gaze back onto Charles infront of you.

“Answer him.” He demanded quietly, thumb now slowly rubbing your clit in circular motions. You swiftly nodded before Carlos removed his palm and let it slide down to your breast again.

“Y-Yes, it feels g-good.”

“I knew it.” Carlos mumbled proudly, one hand now sliding down until it reached your abdomen.

The Spaniard quickly raised his head a bit and looked at his teammate, Charles slowly retreated his hand from your clit and kissed it one last time before he entered your slit with his tongue, both hands now spreading your legs again.

As soon as Charles removed his fingers from your puffy clit, Carlos raised his hand for a brief second to spit on his fingers, lowering them again to spread it all around your clit.

His other hand left your breast and made it’s way down to your pussy, pointer and middle finger spreading your lips do he had better access to your clit and Charles got better access with his tongue to your entrance.

You gasped and chocked your own breaths as Charles are you out with his wet tongue, nose also lightly hitting your clit while Carlos was gently rubbing it with his fingertips, breathing right into your ear.

“Perfecto para nosotros.” So perfect for us. Carlos quietly whispered into your ear, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Tears filled your eyes, making it hard to see, “Oh m-my god.” You whined in a high pitched tone, fingers squeezing Carlos's thighs. “It f-feels so g-good, so-,” you choked on your breath but Carlos 'shh'd' you, trying to calm you down a bit, knowing that you probably feel quiet a lot right now.

“Go on baby, finish what you wanted to say.” Carlos muttered while he glided his nose along your jaw.

“S-So perfect.”

Charles chuckled into your pussy. The vibrating feeling catching you quite off guard as Carlos went a bit faster with his fingers, nose and mouth not leaving your heated skin.

“P-Please!” You whined loudly as Charles went deeper with his tongue and Carlos faster with his fingers. “O-Oh my fucking god, p-please.” You desperately cried out as tears ran down your temple, also covering Carlos’s lips.

Charles moaned into your drenched cunt, fingers having a tight grip onto your thighs as Carlos breathing got a tiny bit heavier, just like yours.

Carlos licked his lips and smiled, “are you gonna cum for us cariño?” He asked you, Charles eyes now watching your glassy ones looking down at him. You nodded wildly,

“y-yes.”

The monagueque started to move his tongue in and out of you, burying it deep inside of you as Carlos’s fingers didn’t slow down. Carlos kissed your cheek one last time while Charles groaned into your pussy again.

“Cum for us baby, just relax and enjoy the feeling, or rather, feelings.” Carlos quickly mumbled into your ear, fingertips still assaulting your wet clit as Charles slowly started to slow down and removed his head.

You exhaled a deep breath, tears not stopping, still covering your entire face as Charles stood up and Carlos fingers stopped.

Charles bit his lip whilst his eyes looked down at yours,

“And now it’s your turn to get onto your knees ma jolie.” my beautiful women.

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hi audreeey!!! could i get a drabble where charles and reader are on a basic (not "basic" but u get me) dinner date and they're just all capital F Fond... like maybe even pretending theyre married bc they love the other's company sm... I LOVE U

begin again – cl16

Tonight is different. Tonight is special. title from this

auds here... my quasi-apology for being mia-ish. also i am writing a long form fic it's just taking agesss as i'm traveling rn (its nearly done) but know that I LOVE U ALL... like crazy. this is p long for a drabble but i missed writing them a lot! love u guys n i hope i did this adorable prompt justice

He says something in French, pointing at something on the menu. Then he flips the page and points at a bold red image of a bottle, mouthing its name in perfect fluency. Two glasses, he adds. One for the entree, another for dessert.

“Red wine?” You ask, smiling. Charles doesn’t usually order wine.

“Well,” he says, beaming at you and then the waiter, “tonight is special for us.”

You have to wrestle with the grin that fights its way onto your lips, but you admit valiant defeat. “Very special indeed.”

The waiter departs and you recline, mind still racing. It’s only halted by a polite voice from your left—the girl at the table beside yours, asking with meek timidity: wedding tomorrow? She has this giddy smile on her face, like it’s her wedding or her dinner; her husband-or-boyfriend across her just smiles sheepishly. Sorry. I’m curious.

“Oh,” you say quietly, humming. “I got promoted.”

“And…” Charles says, lookin at you like you share a lovely little inside joke.

Your lips grow. “And?”

“This lovely girl doesn’t remember, but I proposed to her this time last year.” He gestures to your left hand. A ring, blending in with the others you usually wear, sparkles in the low light of the restaurant.

Proposed. Your eyes stay on him even as he looks away, devoting his attention to the conversation at hand. Then you nod, a few times, soft bobs of your head. “We’re having a June wedding,” you say fondly to the girl at the table adjacent. You love the way she lights up at the mention of it, at the added detail—she asks for more in accented English.

“How did you propose?” She turns to the guy in front of her, who’s smiling dopily. “We’ve been together a year, so he could use some ideas for the future, if you know what I mean.” They both share a laugh.

Charles hums, recalling the plan he’s thought of a million times over. He conjures the images of it, the memories of mapping everything out, perfecting every last minute detail. “I did it at our house. We live in Monaco, in this, ah—this nice, wide place on a hill.” You remember seeing the house for the first time, from Charles’ car. “I did not want a big fuss around it. I knew I wanted it to be just us.”

“Just us,” you murmur along, nodding. You’ve always known it’s what he wanted for both of you. Just you two against the world.

“So I bought her flowers, lit some candles, and we sat on the couch.” He pauses, like the next few moments are so sacred and so lovely that they deserve to be heard by nobody but you two. But if Charles is anything, he’s loud—loud when he talks, yells; loud when he loves. “And I played our favorite song, Harvest Moon,and I sat next to her and just talked, and I said it. I know it doesn’t sound romantic—”

“—but I cried,” you cut in, looking right at him. Cut off, his eyes flit to you, softening when they see your smiling expression. “I cried like a baby. He was… he meant every word he said. And I was lucky, I guess, that he knows me well enough to, you know—know exactly what I want.” The conversation ebbs into quiet a little bit after that, but you catch bits of how adorable and a June wedding from their own talk.

You eat in relative peace afterward—he talks about a funny story involving Carlos and stolen underwear from the gym locker room. You laugh, bubbling up your champagne, and Charles zips through two glasses of his own drink. Tonight is special, and warm, and you’re in France, and wine seems to be synonymous with the country, and everything, if just for now, makes perfect sense.

In between finishing dessert and the bill’s arrival, when the couple beside you have said their goodbyes and congratulations, and the restaurant has begun to quell its general noise, he takes your idle hand on the table. You look up from where you’d been staring at the puddle of tiramisu filling on your plate.

He’s staring. Charles is always aware of how often and how long he stares, extended gazes of your beautiful features. The awareness does not, however, cause the frequency to wane in the slightest. He still finds himself constantly enthralled by you. And even when he’s away, in a car going a million miles a minute, he finds you in his daydreams. That smile. 

Nothing, he says with a quaint smile. I love you.

The bill comes and he, of course, covers it—before you even get the chance to slide your card onto the table. You fuss over it. He stares at you like you’re worth everything and more and goes, with a little laugh, I just need a kiss.

His car is parked outside, valet this time, but the cobblestone is so inviting and quiet that he pays an extra few euros to let you both walk around first. You’re not the only couple along the Seine—in fact, you’re one of many, but your shared, hushed laughs make you both feel like you’re by yourselves. Charles knows all the detours, can pinpoint buildings from different vantage points, takes you on a voyage of Paris all his own. You will look back on this one day and think—your maps of cities, your maps of places, they’ve all been charted by him. 

He keeps insisting tonight should be special, like he’s trying to convince you. But you know just as well how special tonight is, how different it is from all the nights previous. You’re just quiet, you suppose, because you’d prefer to bask in this specialty, in Charles. You’re quiet because if you open your mouth for more than ten seconds, you’re going to spill your entire self out to the city. Tomorrow night will not be tonight, just as yesterday night was not tonight. This is just tonight. 

You’re guided through the cobblestone streets, arm around your waist. You’re so overcome with love you feel like hugging him, just now, just here in the middle of the street, breathe him in and sigh out little I love yous until somebody has to pass through, grunting about how PDA has gone too far.

“You know how…” he starts, and every time he starts a sentence that way, it’s almost always followed by something fairly nonsensical. You know how turtles can fly? You know how Van Gogh was in an affair with Mona Lisa? You know how the latest episode of The Kardashians had Kim and Kourtney fighting? You smile, laughing already, gesturing for him to proceed. “How we see the stars nearly every night?”

You hum.

“So sometimes, we forget they’re pretty. We think, oh, bah, stars. And then a few weeks, or months, later, we look up on a random evening and we’re shocked again. We go, wow, stars. They are beautiful.” He clutches at his heart to convey the emotion he’s describing.

“Yeah, what about?” You ask amusedly, turning slightly to him. 

“That is how I feel when I see you. Every time. That feeling when you see the stars after weeks.”

You breathe one, slippery inhale and then it leaves you shaky, wet, trembling. Your eyes tack themselves onto the stars. A chill rolls through you at the knowledge that you remind him of something so confusing, so beautiful, so strange. “I—God. I love you, you know.”

“Did you like my story?” He asks. He maintains his smile, his attitude, his goofiness. His little attempt to make you feel better. Unfortunately, it works every time without fail. You sniffle and roll your eyes, thankful that you haven’t devolved into a sobbing mess.

Then for the first time tonight, he breaks the precarious, near-perfect illusion: “You know, that is how I would really propose to you if I did it. I did give you that ring, remember?”

“I know,” you whisper, trying to fight tears. “I remember.”

“Don’t cry,” he quells softly. You keep freezing to dab at the corners of your eyes. He responds by pulling you into a side street so you don’t block anyone’s walk, allowing you to lean against the lamppost so he towers above you, eyes etched dark, saturated with genuine concern. “Come on, darling.”

“Charles,” you say thinly, and you’ve gone from coherent sentences to weak pleads. 

“Don’t cry.” It’s all he can say, gentle and loving and Charles. “It’s a special night.” It is a special night. It’s the night before your first day at your job across the globe.

It’s your last night in Europe, your last night before you leave, your last night before Charles becomes nothing but an apparition of your past. You’re beginning to realize how foolish this plan was, this wrecked and stupid plan, but God if you didn’t love how real it all felt. It felt like bliss, being a great big pretender.

It was—it should be a month ago now, give or take. You’d gotten the offer, accepted it, told Charles about it, and then you both had to sit with the idea of living across the world from each other. You’d wrestled with plans vis-a-vis your relationship, with timezones and the demand that came with the first year on the job. In the end it was something amicable.

In the end, it ended—but not without one last night together, stretching your dreams and future fantasies to their limit.

Charles will always love you like it’s his last chance to do so. He figures that means letting you fly, letting you pursue things that, if you didn’t, would keep you tethered to the same old things. So even if it rips him apart, and even if all he wants to do is drop everything and dance with you, to the quaint Paris traffic—he remains ever the reassuring one.

He remains, forever, the storyteller, the smiling figure that takes your hand across the table and squeezes once to say he loves you. The loud guy who would’ve, if he could, proposed in your now-sold house, surrounded by candles and music. You wish he could love you longer. You know he always will, in the same way you know the nature of his love will inevitably change when enough time passes.

“Things will change,” you say weakly.

“They will always change.”

“And will you remember me after all of it?”

“I will love you after all of it. I’ve loved you through everything else.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your eye. “You know that, right? I’ll just do it from afar this time.”

You swear, if love and hope and being young were ever enough to make things work, you swear—this would’ve worked. But the universe reminds you time and again that they are not.

So, when you kiss Charles for the last time, his eyes are twinkling with Paris moonlight, his lips taste like wine, and you get the special chance to relish in what once was, and what will never be again.

[toppersjeep]

You Are In Love- Charles Leclerc X Reader

(Masterlist)

Summary: One night Charles takes you out for a night off the grid. You two have been best friends for years since your brother is his teammate. Suddenly you don’t see Charles as a friend. And you two share a night you’ll never forget…

Your POV

“You look nice where are you going” Carlos asked. “Charles offered to show me around Monaco” I said. “Have fun and be careful” Carlos said. “I will” I said he smiled. I then met Charles at his car. “Ready” he said I smiled. “Yes” I said getting in his passenger seat.

We the drove around the streets of Monaco. He was telling me all about the different places he went to. And little things about each place.

“So what do you think about Monaco” Charles asked looking at me. “It’s beautiful Charles I love it” I said. “Yeah the moon is gorgeous tonight too” Charles said parking the car. We then walked to this little coffee shop. And grabbed some drinks and food.

We walked by the water with each other.

“You didn’t want my brother to join us” I said. “No Carlos has seen Monaco” Charles said I smiled. “So you just wanted to take me” I said. “Well yes I mean we don’t get to do this” Charles said. “Yeah with all the racing and stuff” I said.

“And you being busy with all the interviews” Charles said. He stood there for a second looking at the moon. The moonlight reflected of his beautiful eyes. And in that moment I felt something I never had. I mean I had always liked him.

But right now …

This feeling was completely different. I think I’m in love with my best friend.

“Y/N” Charles said. “Sorry.. it’s just your eyes in the moonlight” I said. “What about them” he said standing in front of me. “They look really pretty” I said he blushed. “How about I show you more of Monaco” he said taking my hand.

We walked around a bit more and he showed me everything. But it was getting later by the minute. But Carlos obviously wasn’t worried. He hadn’t texted or called me.

“Whoa” I said looking at the stars over the water. “Gorgeous right” Charles said. “You guys get this every night” I said. “Yeah incredible right” Charles said. “Very” I said. “Are you cold” he said. “A little but it’s fine” I said. He then took his jacket off and put it on me.

“Thanks Charlie” I said he smiled. We then sat down on the dock. “So anything more you wanna see” Charles said putting an arm around me. “I think I’ve seen everything” I said.

“There’s nothing else you wanna do tonight” Charles said. I looked at him. “I mean.. would you let me drive your car” I said. “If you want” he said handing me the keys. “Really” I said. “I trust you” he said. We then went back to his car. I drove up the country side of Monaco.

It was beautiful. As we were driving I looked over at him to realize he was admiring me. I smiled to myself and kept driving.

“You can stop here if you want” Charles said. “Okay” I said parking at a turn off. “This was nice char” I said. “I’m happy you enjoyed it too” Charles said. “Thanks for letting me drive” I said. “Of course” he said.

“Want to head back to the hotel then” I said. “Yeah.. but first I need to say something” Charles said turning the radio down. “What’s up” I said looking at him. He paused and made a look on his face.

“You are my best friend.. Y/N” Charles said. “And I took you out tonight because.. I wanted to tell you that I’m in love with you” Charles said I looked at him. “You love me” I said he cupped my cheek. “I love you more than anything” Charles said.

I kissed him. He kissed me back.

“I love you Charles” I said he smiled. “You have no idea how happy that makes me” he said. “I can’t see myself with anyone else.. but you” I said. “I feel the same way” Charles said.

The ride back to the hotel was nice. He held my hand the whole way there. And we talked about our future together. And more dates of course. I parked his car and have him back his keys.

“I’ll walk you up” Charles said putting a hand on my back. “I’m sure Carlos is worried” I said. “No he’s not he knew” Charles said. “Seriously and he let you” I said. “Yeah.. he said well you are better than her exes” Charles said.

“I’m surprised” I said getting into the elevator with Charles. “He said if I hurt you they’d never find me” Charles said I laughed. “Oh he’s right” I said. We got off on my floor and he walked me to my room.

“So…” he said still holding my hands. “I had an amazing night” I said. “Me too honestly” Charles said. “Thank you” I said. “Of course love” Charles said. “Goodnight” I said kissing him. “Night love” Charles said as I shut the door.

I went to walk to my bed but I couldn’t get him out of my head. I then heard a knock on my door. I opened it he was still standing there.

“I realized I forgot my jacket on you” Charles said. “I think that I forgot you” I said dragging him into my room he shut the door. “Your absolutely right” Charles said.

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Just an Affair - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Part 2

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, alcohol, explicit language, toxic behavior

summary: Feeling that your marriage was starting to fall apart you go seek comfort in the arms of a certain Monégasque guy. Knowing just how complicated things could get as your own husband was his literal opponent.

The glass of champagne in your hand was already empty again as you bit the inside of your mouth so hard you were afraid the sensitive flesh was gonna bleed. One arm crossed over your body in an introverted manner while you leaned against the cold marble bar counter behind you. Feeling stupid for having put on your fancy lingerie, stupid for wearing the short black dress that you nearly suffocated in and even more stupid that you had come there despite knowing it wasn’t gonna end well.

You watched as your husband was all smiles and giggles as he chatted with the Formula 1 elite. All of them suited up and with a drink in their hands. The drivers all clearly hated this but it was part of the job. These were the people that brought the money, so it was of course expected for everyone to be nice. When you awaited for the waiter to refill what seemed like your millionth glass of champagne your attention fell to the lounge area, seeing some drivers had accumulated there, most of them with their girlfriend or wife by their side.

It made your stomach twist with embarrassment. Seeing how Max had his arms wrapped around his partner Kelly and how a clearly tired Carlos was resting his head on his girlfriend Isas shoulder. All seemingly living the same life as you but just being better at it. You blushed as you realized your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed, feeling the eyes of a certain brown haired Monégasque linger on you. The young man shooting you a friendly smile as his hands played with the glass in his hand.

It was the week of the Miami grand prix and you hadn’t enjoyed your stay in the states so far. Even if you had just arrived less then twenty four hours ago, it had been very unpleasant to say the least. But maybe it wasn’t the places fault, everything was perfect here after all. Or so it seemed.

„Here you go.“ the bartender handed you another glass of champagne, as you had decided to stick to the sparkling beverage. Knowing how bad things could get if you opted for something stronger or started mixing different alcohols. This was merely to not upset your stomach but also get you drunk enough to forget your worries. You gave the waiter a small nod before mumbling a short thank you as you brought the rim of glass to your lips, your bracelet on your wrist jingling with your every movement. Your eyes travelled through the room again as a sigh left your lips. God, how was it always you that ended up at the bar totally alone? 

„Enjoying the bar all by yourself I see.“ you turned your head to the right, checking who had just approached you. But even just the strong french accent had given it away as you stared at the brown haired guy who had a big smile on his lips, ever so perfectly showcasing his dimples. You smiled before taking another sip as you just looked at him watching your every movement „Yes but it’s good champagne at least.“

Charles shook his head, chuckling before turning to the bar and ordering himself a drink. He then hopped up onto the bar chair, causing you to raise your eyebrows. Was he really here to give you company? In a way it was sweet but also incredibly sad as you figured how pathetic you must look. But the Ferrari driver didn’t even give you much time to think about it as he signaled you to sit down as well. You did so, readjusting your short dress a little as you took place on the high bar chair. Charles eyes fell onto your legs while you did so and you could tell he was holding his breath in before brushing it off and asking „Enjoying Miami so far?“

„Mhm.“ you nodded, resting your arms on the counter top „It’s very nice, the place I mean.“

Charles furrowed his brows, the sad tone in your voice obviously didn’t go unnoticed to him. He could feel the eyes of his friends in the lounge on him, all of them wondering what the hell the young guy was trying to do. But he didn’t really care about what people thought. He had always liked you, even just from the few times he had gotten to talk to you. For a long time it was almost impossible to catch you alone, which had of course intimidated him. He wasn’t gonna risk anyone in the paddock having a personal vendetta against him, especially not the guy that called himself your husband. But things had changed lately and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Monégasque guy, that you seemingly spent more time standing in the corner all alone than usual.

„Yes, of course the place is nice.“ Charles chuckled, not really content with your answer „But what about you? Are you enjoying yourself?“

Charles saw as you wanted to say something but then decided against it. He also noticed your head turning around and looking through the room as if you were searching someone. And when you didn’t find him, your whole expression changed. Suddenly the guy found you to be much more relaxed and talkative. You two talked for nearly an hour as the place was starting to empty out. He would never forget the sound of you laughter and the feeling of your hand on his knee when you tried to calm yourself.

„He seriously said that?“ you wiped the corner of your eyes, having cried literal tears from lauging too hard. 

„Yes! I swear!“ the young guy laughed, as he watched you closely. The room almost completely empty with only the two of you and people starting to clean up. Only now you noticed how nice this bar was, with the chandeliers and all the details on the walls. Finishing your champagne as you had calmed yourself a little, you ran your hands through your tangled hair. 

„I may or not have to go.“ you sighed, looking at the time on your phone „Its past midnight and I’m gonna have to go back to the hotel.“

Charles lips turned into a frown as he noticed your heel playing with his chair. Your naked leg basically intertwined with his. Was this a sign? God the young guy felt scared to do what he did next but he just had to; he nervously placed his hand on your naked thigh as your eyes fell onto him. You held your breath at the sudden touch, almost giving you goosebumps. His hand travelled higher up when he saw you didn’t disobey and finally his fingers played with the hem of your short dress. 

„Please don’t go.“ the young guy whispered his fingers now confidently wandering under your dress. You quickly grabbed his wrist stopping his movements as you were already a little flustered. Charles almost looked sad when you did so, thinking you had just rejected him but your next words surprised the guy „Charles, not here.“

The feeling of being pressed against the hard wall behind you was enough to drive you crazy as you remembered the last time you felt this excited with your fingers buried in Charles hair as he eagerly attacked the skin on your neck with kisses. You wrapped you leg around him trying to pull him closer into you. You couldn’t even feel the cold bathroom wall against your back as you felt this incredible rush go through your body. Charles hands roaming your body, before resting on your hips. He pulled away from you, grasping for air as he looked at you with puffy lips and messy hair „Are you sure about this mon amour?“ 

God how would you even resist at a sight like that. You nodded and next thing you knew Charles guided you to wrap your second leg around him as you jumped up and put your arms around his neck, your face only inches away from his. The young guy carried you over to the bathroom sink before putting you down on the flat marble surface. He placed his lips onto yours softly again before quickly undressing himself from his blazer, dropping it to the ground as he started unzipping your dress while you unbuckled his belt. Much quicker in undressing you let his pants drop down to the floor. As Charles felt your hand on his lower stomach, playing with the the hem of his underwear he stopped in his track „Wait!“

You froze pulling away from him confused, had you done something wrong? Judging from his hard on that couldn’t be the case. Charles grabbed your left hand with out another word. He then held it up, signaling you what his problem was. You raised your eyebrows sending him a challenging look „Just take it off then.“

Charles didn’t need anything else as he tried to take of the silver ring on your finger with his hand. When he realized that didn’t work he quickly put his mouth use. Taking your finger in his mouth before carefully pulling off the ring with his teeth. Was he trying to test you? You knew you where supposed to feel bad about this, guilty even. This was the worst thing anyone could do but somehow it made you feel incredibly; good.

Your ring was placed onto the sink next to you before Charles started roughly pulling up your dress, not even bothering unzipping it anymore as it revealed your black lingerie. The Ferrari driver chuckled shaking his head at the sight of it as you could feel him press against your thigh. You looked down as you felt his thumb press against your lips before he grabbed your chin „You were planing on this, huh?“

Rolling your eyes you shook your head before biting your lips; guys and their ego. You put your hands onto his lower stomach again before now going a step further and pulling them down. Charles now feeling challenged by this and wanting to keep the upper hand, quickly and roughly did the same to you before without hesitation putting his fingers onto your private area. He teased you by running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were, giving him exactly what you wanted „I bet I can make you cum with just my fingers.“

You chuckled shaking your head, as you tried not to go insane at his teasing touches. Your hand now wrapped around his cock without a warning as the guy took a sharp breath in. You smirked before whispering into his ear„I bet I can do it faster.“

He looked down at your hand as he closed his eyes for a second, knowing he was fucked. With how worked up he was he wasn't gonna last long. But Charles was extremely competitive so he of course agreed to the stupid challenge and next thing you knew he entered one of his fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out. One soon turned into two and then into three as his other hand stared rubbing circles against your clit.

„Fuck.“ you whimpered, already at his mercy. Somehow you managed to pump your own hand still wrapped around him up and down, even if it was hard to coordinate. Charles groaned before pressing his lips onto yours, your head pressed against the bathroom mirror. His movements remaining steady.

„Charles.“ you now moaned, feeling his hand against you with each of the pumps. He really knew what he was doing and you couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt like this. It wasn’t like your sex life was dead but once you start to resent someone it’s hard to enjoy the sex part. Did you actually just say you resent your husband? God what was this guy doing to you.

„You’re fucking crazy.“ Charles groaned, feeling the familiar feeling rush through his body. He couldn’t cum before you though so he picked up his pace, making you throw you head back as you were a moaniing mess. A satisfying smirk placed on the young guys face but next thing he knew cum started dripping down his shaft right onto your hand. That was enough to put you over the edge and with your head thrown back and your husband opponents fingers buried inside of you, you reached that sweet high you had been longing for. And Charles did so at the exact same time. Resting his hand on the mirror next to you, as he came all over your thighs. He closed his eyes, catching his breath before wordlessly pulling his fingers out of you. 

The brown haired guy pulled up his underwear and pants before grabbing some tissues and starting to clean up your thighs. You were taken aback by the sweet gesture, not used to this kind of affection after sex. But somehow the young guy made sure you were all cleaned up, before pulling up your panties. You watched him with furrowed brows closely as he readjusted your dress, his look so concentrated. When Charles was done he looked up at you, seeing your confused gaze 

„What?“  the guy chuckled, not understanding what he had done wrong. But you just shrugged your shoulders shaking your head, not wanting to ruin the moment with your own insecurities. You then hopped down the sink and just when you wanted to unlock the door, the Monégasque guy grabbed your upper arm agins. He turned you around looking down at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips again, as his hands brushed down your hair „Now let’s get you home.“

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. Memories of what happened the night before flooding your brain. God, what had you done? Seeing your husband had already left for practice you took your time to get ready. The only thought on your mind while showering being a certain brown haired guy. Still wondering what this now meant. But even if it had been wrong, it had felt so good to be wanted and treated with respect. 

You were also dreading going to the paddock because when you had gotten back to the hotel late last night your husband wasn’t exactly pleased. Allthough he had already been sleeping when you laid down next to him he hit you with a „We‘ll talk about this tomorrow.“

So with an eery feeling in your stomach you made your way to the Miami gardens. Not wanting him to get more upset with you than he probably already was. You had put on a white two piece and kept hair and makeup fairly simple. Maybe it was your unconsciousness trying to make you look as innocent as possible. But you felt like guilt was written all over your face when you stepped out off your Uber. Using your badge to get past security but most of them already recognizing you. 

A couple of teams where already done practicing for the first session on this Friday morning. So passed a couple of familiar faces all of them smiling at you bit not daring to say anything. It had always made you feel like kind of an outsider. Even the drivers girlfriends seemed to have a shared dislike for you, which you just couldn’t understand. But then again it was probably more of an issue with your husband than you. You also walked past the Ferrari home but Charles didn’t seem to be there. It was probably better, after all you shouldn’t think about him. You were here to support your husband.

„Y/n!“ a familiar voice yelled after you, making you cringe internally. You turned around to look at the older guy with the mercedes logo on his his chest.

„Toto!“ you gave him a fake smile as he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you had just wanted to pass the mercedes hospitality. You hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone, so you had been heading towards the stands but that was now not gonna happened.

„Tell me, Y/n. What the hell have you done to Lewis?“ Toto chuckled, shaking his head. You couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not but the mention of your husband‘s name alone made you wanna throw up. The gravity of what you had done hitting you.

„What- What do you mean?“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your bag, glad you had choosen to wear sunglasses or else Toto would have probably noticed something was up right away. The Mercedes boss looked at you critically, he had never seen you this uneasy. Normally you had always been calm and relaxed but today there was something else going on.

„The guy's totally out of it today. Yelling at people and driving terribly.“ Toto explained, earning a sigh from you. Lewis could be so moody sometimes it was one of the things you absolutely despised about him. Every little thing you‘d do could cause him to go off like a little child throwing a tantrum. But it had been even worse since he had lost the championship last year, actually that’s when your marriage had started to go downhill. Your husband just was incredibly narcissist and everything was about him all the time. Or at least that’s how you felt.

„Alright.“ you just shrugged your shoulders, actually not really caring wheter or not Lewis was doing well. You had stopped caring about him winning after last year, seeing how incredibly dependent his happiness was on the stupid competition. It was an incredible turn off seeing him do things that weren’t sportsmanship like at all when racing against Max. And the things he had said, even to you, you weren’t ever gonna forget it. It made you hate this goddamn sport so much.

The look on Totos face was one of confusion and also disappointment as he tried to find the right words to say, just now realizing how bad it stood for Lewis and you. But there wasn’t enough time for him to say something because soon enough your husband walked onto the paddock, wearing his race wear and looking absolutely done as he drank his water while people were stood all around him, handing him towels and acting like he was some sort of god. Behind him followed none other than Charles, who hair was sticking down to his forehead as he clearly struggled under the warm Miami sun. Charles looked rather startled, and even when his eyes fell on you his expression didn’t change much.

„Lewis!“ Toto yelled his arms crossed as Lewis caught up to you. He looked at you behind Toto, not acknowledging you much at all „What the hell happened? It’s not even been five minutes!“

Lewis sighed, taking of his headset as he wiped some sweat of his forehead ignoring all the cameras around him. He looked at Toto with a clenched jaw, mad the guy hadn’t been there to communicate with him over the radio when he needed him „Me and Charles touched and I spun before I went into the wall.“

Toto stomped the ground angrily, making you flinch a little. You just hoped Charles was okay and not hurt, knowing how scary crashes could get. But the Mercedes boss was more than mad by now, feeling Lewis was being reckless „This is free practice Lewis! What the fuck are you doing driving so close to one another!“

„It was his fault! He‘s super competitive and drove up on me way to closely, leaving me no space to break!“ Lewis defended himself, making sure that no one heard him. Toto didn’t even really listen to him, he just turned around and gave you one last look as if he was trying to say that this was all your fault before walking off into the motor home. You watched him leave, awkwardly bouncing on your legs as Lewis stood beside you mustering you as he drank out his straw.

„Where were you last night?“ there it was, the question you had been avoiding to hear. You looked at your husband , biting the inside of your mouth. Thoughts traveling through your mind, what if he already knew? What would happen if he found out?

„I stayed at the bar a little longer.“ you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms. He wasn’t one to talk after all, he had literally just left without you. Not even asking if you wanted to come with him. Lewis looked at you critically, not knowing wheter or not not he believed you. He knew you very well after all or at least he thought he did "It’s not like it really matters Lewis, right? Just focus on racing-"

„Of course it matters to me when my wife gets home in the middle of the night with zero explanation.“ Lewis muttered under his breath taking a step towards you. Great, he was angry again. This could only end well. You clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes, luckily your glasses prevented Lewis from seeing so.

„I just told you why.“ you insisted, staying calm so he wouldn’t flip out. Sometimes it felt like Lewis didn’t even listen to you, like he had his mind and opinions all made up. You shifted on your feet as felt uncomfortable by all the glares on you. Your eyes wandering the paddock as everyone was noisy and wanted to know what the seven time world champion was seemingly so mad about. Your eyes fell on Charles, who was watching you with crossed arms as he sat in front of the Ferrari motor sport home. He looked mad for some reason.

„Why are you looking at everyone but me?“ Lewis now spat out, clearly frustrated with how distant you seemed to be. You shot Lewis a death stare, shaking your head. People were watching and this was incredibly inappropriate.

„Lewis please.“ you sighed but the older guy didn’t listen, instead he just shook his head before angrily walking away. You were left feeling humiliated and embarrassed as you tried to resist the urge to cry. A breakdown in front of these people who had seemingly hated you all along was literally the last thing you needed. So you took up all your courage taking a deep breath in before starting to head towards the exit again. 

Charles had watched what seemed like a altercation between Lewis and you while he resisted the urge to go off at some of the Ferrari mechanics who were making fun of it.

„Seems like there‘s trouble in paradise.“ one of the guys in the red suits chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of their opponent struggling. Charles took a deep breath in as he continued to listen to the disgusting conversation.

„Yes, I always disliked her though.“ the other guy stated, watching you with crossed arms „I mean she has to be out of it if she married that prick.“

„Can you shut up?“ Charles now interrupted the two, not wanting to hear anything else. Earning some confused looks by the mechanics Charles got off his chair. His body still aching a little from his collision with Lewis.

When he saw you take off he contemplated wheter or not to follow you. You looked sad and upset to say the least and he knew he had to be very discreet about it.Pacing up and down as he readjusted his messy hair and when he saw you disappear into the main building he decided it be okay for him to go after you. He excused himself, telling the mechanics he‘d get something to eat and walked off rather quickly. Knowing he‘d have to rush if he still wanted to catch you.

When he made it to the main building he looked around the hallway for any sight of you and to his luck he saw you stand there and lean against the wall. The Ferrari driver did on last check to see if anyone was watching and when he saw it was just the two of you, he approached you. He felt nervous, the confidence he had last night seemingly having disappeared into thin air. Little did Charles know that you felt the exact same way when you saw him. Without alcohol in your system and even slightly hungover it felt weird. 

„Y/n.“ the guy mumbled finally caught up with you as you leaned against the blank white walls, next to the empty reception. This building that worked as a back entrance for all working for Formula 1 was empty all over, giving one an eery feeling when walking in the hollow halls. Charles didn’t know what to do with his hand, resorting in him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. 

„Charles.“ you shot him a weak smile, sensing he was just as nervous as you. It was really endearing seeing the young guy this worked up, barely getting out words.

„I-I…“ he now stuttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows in order to signal him you wanted to know what he was trying to get across. „Are- Are you okay?“

You knew he was asking because he saw Lewis and you. Or better; Lewis yelling at you. This is exactly what you had always been afraid of, being nothing but a side character in someones life. But how could it be different, of course everything was about Lewis. All about Lewis, all the time. 

„I am now.“ you stated, looking into Charles eyes. It still struck you that you hadn’t noticed how beautiful he was till last night. You had of course always thought he was a handsome guy but something was different now. It’s like you could actually see him. Charles could see it in your eyes, the way you looked at him. It made him feel incredible, like he had all the power in the world. So it only came natural that not even a second later he had his hand gripping on your waist as he smashed his lips onto your eagerly. Taken a back at first, you gave in after a couple of seconds. The kiss esger and rough but somehow still passionate, something you weren’t used to.

You whimpered feeling his tongue enter your mouth as his hands roamed your body, making you feel squirmy. Charles chuckled at the sound, pulling away and looking at you mischievously „Already?“ he asked as you punched his shoulder playfully. He knew you were at his ease and he absolutely loved it.

You reconnected your lips for a short second before backing away once more and whispering „Meet me outside at midnight.“

Charles was pacing up and down his hotel room, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight. He felt nervous, checking his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as he readjusted his hair again. His white button up hanging loosely, revealing his toned chest. He thought about you. How incredible you were and how he couldn’t understand how Lewis could be stupid enough not to see it.

That was one more thing, normally one is supposed to feel some kind of guilt but Charles didn’t at all. He couldn’t have cared less about the man who called himself your husband.And yes that was possibly because Lewis treated you like garbage in his eyes. 

You slid out from under the sheets, Lewis asleep next to you. As you grabbed the shoes closest to you before looking back on last time. Thinking, if he just got up now, if he just saw you for once, then maybe you’d stay. But Lewis didn’t get up and a few seconds later you were wandering the empty hotel halls in nothing but your black silk nightgown and high heels. Knowing you were about to do something you could never take back.

Charles had his Ferrari parked outside your hotel, when leaving the building you earned a weird look from the nightclerk but you just ignored it. Walking into the pitch black night as the air hit your face. Surprised that it was still a  little fresh out even if it was already May.

The look you earned from the Monégasque guy could only be described as one of disbelief. Charles resisted to say something as he drove off with you in his car. The Ferrari driver drove what seemed like forever as he headed to some hotel he had booked a little out of town. Much more lowkey then the place he was probably staying at. But you knew you couldn’t risk anyone seeing you. 

Entering the room you were surprised by the sight. It seemed like the young guy had driven out here ahead of time and prepared a setting that reminded you of those in movies. Rose petals spread all over the floor as millions of candles where lit around the room, resulting in not even needing light. And on the bed there was a tray with champagne and glasses. 

„You did this?“ you asked turning around to look at the guy closing the door behind him. Charles turned around smiling like a little kid but the continuing to shrug it off like it’s no big deal.

„Yes, whatever.“ he scratched the back of his neck looking at you as he studied your expression while you looked around the room in awe. Unsure of wheter or not you liked it he whispered „Is it too much?“

This caused a chuckle to leave your lips, confusing the poor guy even more. Turning towards him as you slowly approached him before wrapping your hands around his neck. The sent of his cologne filling you with bliss, as you looked deep into his eyes before smiling „No, it’s perfect.“

Charles could have sworn he heard your voice tremble a little. Feeling relieved you were just as emotionally invested in this as him. He then continued to gently pull you close to him by grabbing your waist, his eyes still lost in yours before falling on your lips. Licking his own before he slowly leaned in. The kiss was different than the other ones you shared, resembling more the goodbye one he gave you just a night before. You never wanted it to stop, relaxing into it as you sighed. Charles then continued kissing all the way down your jaw to your neck and then collarbone. You threw your head back as his hands buried themselves in your hair. 

After a little while you couldn’t handle the sweet teasing any longe so you started stumbling towards the bed, holding him by his collar gently. You put you lips back onto his eagerly roaming your hands over your body before finally ending up at his belt. Starting to unbuckle it Charles pulled away breathlessy „Wait!“ the brown haired guy chuckled causing you to furrow your eyebrows. 

„What?“ you whispered basically painting for air and once again Charles took your hand and held it up. But when you both looked at it, you realized you weren’t even wearing your wedding ring at all. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but decided to just forget about it, you had probably just forgotten it in the shower or somewhere. 

„Alright then.“ Charles smirked, satisfied with the little thing tying you to Lewis already being out the picture. He continued to kiss you, laying you down onto the bed underneath him as he hovered above you, running his fingers against your bare leg. Before you knew the guy had taken off his pants, while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. It didn’t take long and you were laying there in just your underwear, ever so slightly shivering every time his fingers grazed your skin. With on swift motion he unclasped your bra behind your back and slid it of you ever so smoothly. A wave of insecurity hit you as you held your arms over your chest, feeling exposed as you looked at the guy above you. Charles shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows.

„Don’t do that.“ he whispered, removing your arms from your chest and pinning them to your sides in a non forceful manner. He looked down at you naked underneath him, his eyes sparkling „Your absoluetly beautiful. No need to hide mon amour.“

He placed his fingers between your breast and ran down between your chest, all the way to your lower stomach as he played with the hem of your lacy panties. Although you had technically seen one another naked an intimate once before, this felt much more real and not just a spur of the moment thing. You wanted this and he did too. 

Charles then continued to slowly pull down your underwear, while mustering your expression. You bit your lips as you felt his hard on press against your thigh through the material of his underwear. It didn’t take long and his lips were connected with yours again as his index and middle finger started teasing your clit. At first very slow and sensual but picking up his pace as your moans got louder. 

„Charles.“ you moaned, somehow feeling very natural to say his name „Please.“

The Monégasque guy chuckled, not stopping once but only getting faster as the sounds of your moans made his erection twitch in his pants. He pulled away from you, looking down at your puffy lips „I need you to say what you want mon amour.“

„You know what.“ you sighed rolling your eyes, your fingers digging into his back. You swore you could have cum right there and then. But you didn’t want to. Ignoring the feeling in your stomach as Charles geve you a challenging look „I want you to fuck me.“

Without hesitation Charles stopped his movement. The blunt choice of your words being enough to put him over edge. In what felt like not even a second and his own underwear was thrown to the ground as he hovered above you once again. Wrapping one of your leg around him as you pulled him hinto your body, his cock pressing against your pulsing clit. You felt him align himself against your entrance, his tips teasing your wet folds. 

He was fidgety and squirmy, something you hadn’t yet noticed him to be. But you found it endearing and as one would say; sweet.

„Are you sure?“ he whispered one last time as you gave him a quick nod „Yes.“

Ever so slowly you could feel him enter you. His cock stretching your insides as your walls tightened around him. Waves of sensations flooding through your entire body as you felt him stop for a second, allowing you to relax . After you did so he continued to push in all the way. You whimpered biting your lips and Charls took that as his clue to reconnect your lips. As he started moving in and out of you slowly. 

His hands roaming your body as you tried to comprehend all the feelings that you felt. Realizing just how much you missed having sex like this. With actual passion and care. Your moans becoming louder as Charles picked up the pace as you gripped onto the skin of his bare back. Charles panting himself as he kept on whispering sweet nothings into your ear. As you felt that familiar sensation build up in your stomach, deciding to wait till Charles himself was there. 

It only took him a couple more seconds until you felt him twitch inside you, pulling out of you quickly as he came onto your once again. Coming down from your high you chuckled seeeing how much of a mess the guy had made, sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked up at you. A smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you „I think this might become our new thing.“

That night would change your life forever. Not just of what you had done but the fact that your husband had gotten a call from the host of the Formula 1 event a couple of days ago claiming they had found his wifes wedding ring in the mens restrooms. The guy had to legally refuse to inform Lewis of how he knew it was yours but god he had the urge to share what he saw on cctv that night. 

There was no doubt in Lewis mind that you had done something wrong and when you came home early that morning wearing only your nightgown and a guys button up, reeking of mens cologne and stumbling straight into the bathroom he knew what had happened. Lewis didn’t react though, wondering who the hell you had went to see. It struck him as odd that you weren’t even trying to cover your trail. Being super obvious about it, like you wanted him to know. It made him angry to think about you being with someone else. Who was it? Was it just a guy you had met here in Miami? Why would you throw away your whole marriage for that. For someone you barely knew. But the seven time world champion would go on to pretend like nothing happened the next days. He‘d take you out dor dinner and be the best husband he could possibly be. In hopes you‘d feel bad about your actions.

Race day came around and Charles was trying to concentrate on racing. But it was hard as he could only think about you, wondering how you were and what you were doing. He hadn’t heard anything from you since it happened an it confused him even more that Lewis had literally posted an instagram story of you with him at dinner last night, clearly showing you off. Like you were as happy as ever. It left the Ferrari driver doubting on how broken your marriage really was. It didn’t look all bad after all. 

Everyone had always felt like you were unapproachable and it was mostly Lewis fault. Other drivers had told Charles to stay away from you as the British guy apparently had real jealousy problems. But Charles felt like it was unfair for everyone to just write you off because of your husband. You were your own person after all. That was part of the reason why he had approached you at the bar. He wanted to get to really know you, not the idea everyone had of you. And it left him with an uneasy feeling once he realized that he maybe liked the real version of you a little too much. Having opened up to him like you did the other night.

But with Lewis and you seemingly having made up, Charles felt like you were avoiding him. You had ignored his texts after practice and had walked straight past him this morning. And after Charles just couldn’t handle his worries any longer he decided to just ask. He approached the Mercedes motor home taking of his headset starting P2 today and really proud of himself. People there just ignored him busy with work, so he just passed them walking into the hospitality.

His eyes scanning the room looking for you but instead landing on the guy he had such a strong disliking for when he spotted him in a corner talking to you. Lewis seemingly was mad about something as he pacing up and down the room furiously. While you just stood there with teary eyes, leaning against the wall. Charles contemplated wheter or not to do something and as he approached the briton he could finally hear what was going on.

„No Y/n!“ Lewis spat out, ignoring Charles presence „That’s not the point!“

Your eyes fell onto Charles, holding your breath. What was he doing in here? Wiping the corner of your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of someone like Charles who you adored so much. Having resisted the urge to answer his messages the past 24 hour, feeling like it was unfair to pull him into your mess. And it had seemed like Lewis was finally happy again here in Miami. He had taken you out for dinner last night and it was actually fun. It reminded you of the good old times you two used to have before everything got complicated. He was your Lewis again. The Lewis you had fallen in love with. But today something had switched. He was angry and mad at you from the second you woke up. Every thing you did rubbing him the wrong way.

Lewis of course noticed your eyes falling onto the Monégasque guy and ignoring him in return. It pissed him off, seeing that the Ferrari driver was also literally staring at you. He had enough shit going on, he didn’t need to bother with him right now. He turned towards Charles with raised eyebrows before muttering „What’s up Leclerc?“

Charles sensed Lewis was tense but it didn’t stop his concerns for you. He decided someone had to finally confront Lewis about his behavior. It wasn’t okay. The young guy sent you an apologetic look before looking at Lewis „Why is she crying?“

Lewis clenched his jaw, looking back at you ad you tried to wipe the tears continuing to drop down your cheeks „She’s not.“

„Yes, she’s clearly upset about something.“ Charles insisted, his accent strong as he tried to talk some sense into the guy. How could Lewis not feel bad for you? After all you had been with him for so long. Through everything allways by his side. 

„Even if she is, it’s not your business!“ Lewis hissed, taking a step towards the young guy. It striked him as odd that the stranger seemingly was worried about you. Lewis was hit with a wave of male cologne, making him atop in his tracks. Charles nagging voice faded to the back of his head as all he could hear was ringing. His driving suit suddenly way too tight allowing him no chance to breath as all blood left his head. 

„No, I think you can’t just throw public spectacles like this and expect no conceque…“ Charles went on as your eyes fell on your husband, who was unusually quiet. When you noticed Lewis stand there almost frozen and pale you knew something had to be wrong. Wiping your tears as you rushed to your husband in worry, standing between him an the Ferrari driver. 

Charles stopped his rant as he watched the scene infront of him, seeing you grab Lewis face asking if he was okay. Seemingly scared he was gonna literally pass out by the looks of it. He crossed his arms as he felt his stomach twist. Was he actually jealous of a married womans husband?

Lewis took his time, looking back and forth between you and Charles. Trying to put two and two together. But as he saw the look on the brown haired guys face as he stared at you, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. Clenching his jaw and refusing the urge to go and punch Charles straight into the face he looked at you.

„Lewis.“ you whispered, realizing what had just happened here.

„You took off your wedding ring.“ Lewis muttered, not taking his eyes of you once as you let go of his face in your hands. 

„Do you really want me to have to say it?“ you mumbled, swallowing your tears as your whole body was shaking.

„I don’t.“ Lewis shook his head before looking up at Charles „I highly suggest you leave now. You’re not going to get near her ever again.“

Charles was speechless, looking for any sort of reaction from you. But when he looked at your face his heart was torn into literal pieces. Seeing you send him an apologetic look before he turned around and walked off. Realizing after all; it was just an affair.

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Heyyy, can I request an angst drabble where you work as Charles' communication manager but you're leaving Ferrari and there's always like a spark between the both of you but the both of you don't really act on it because Charles has a girlfriend (kind of like unrequited love with right person, wrong time?) I'm so sorry if it's really long, thank you <33

pairing: charles leclerc x manager!reader

a/n: SURPRISE i honestly couldn’t resist not posting hehehe :( so let’s try and see if im still shadowbanned, but at the same time you know what fuck it <3 definitely sucks to not get the attention for something you worked hard for buuuut that’s ok

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It was obvious to everyone that Charles was your person and that you were his. The longing stares, the lingering touches, and even the way your eyes would light up upon hearing or seeing the other.

“You know you’re staring,” Carlos nudged you as the two of you sat on the couches of the Ferrari hospitality, “Have you told him?”

“I’m not staring, idiot,” You mumbled, averting your eyes and looking back at your clipboard, “I’ll tell him when I want to.”

“When you want to?” He chuckled, sipping from his water as he took a quick glance at Charles and his girlfriend, “You’re leaving in two weeks.”

Sighing as you set your clipboard down and pinched the bridge of your nose, “It’ll come easy. It’s not even hard to leave at this point.”

“If you say so, Y/N. You know, I’ll miss annoying you and your little crush,” Carlos chuckled, standing up from seeing Charles approaching, “I’ll see you later.”

As you waved him goodbye, you forced a smile from seeing the man that held your heart in his hands. Charles sat across you and crossed his arms, “Looks like you were in a pretty serious talk with Carlos.”

“He was just being annoying as usual,” You snickered, handing him your clipboard, “This is your schedule for the week, let me know if you want any changes.”

“I think most of it is pretty good,” Charles hummed, scanning the document quickly, “Just don’t take anything in the evenings though, boyfriend duties.”

“Oh okay, I see,” You nodded, taking back your clipboard from him, “Great to see her here, though. She seems nice.”

“She really is. I don’t know how I got so lucky,” He sighed dreamily, putting his hands behind his head, “It’s like all the stars aligned for me this time.”

If it were physically possible to see your heartstrings break one by one at that very moment, then Charles would’ve stopped talking about her.

“Happy for you,” You replied, your heart hurting from the lies that came out of your mouth, “I’ll just go and arrange a few things. Good luck with the race, Charles.”

Charles frowned upon hearing his full name, you never called him that. Not unless it was for formality purposes in front of the media and the rest of the team. It was always Cha when it was just the two of you. What had changed?

The race turned over quickly – a great result for both Ferrari drivers, claiming P1 and P2 respectively. You admired Charles up there on the podium with the biggest smile on his face as his national anthem played in the background.

As the celebrations ended, Charles immediately ran down and welcomed the cheers of the Ferrari team, as well as his girlfriend. You smiled sadly from afar, seeing him happy would be your utmost priority at all times. That’s what matters, his happiness. If it’s not you, then you’ll have to grow around the thorns piercing through your heart.

“Congratulations on P1, Charles,” You said, patting his shoulder, “Well deserved, it was a tough race.”

“Definitely tough,” He chuckled softly, putting the towel around his neck and looking at you momentarily, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s perfect. Nothing to worry about,” You forced a smile on your face, “C’mon, let’s get to the media pen.”

Charles frowned for the nth time today, he definitely knew something was up between the two of you. Walking to the media pen would consist of banter, nudges, or even racing each other to it. How come you were walking in front of him, but you felt so far away?

“Y/N, I know you like the back of my hand,” Charles mumbled, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him, “What’s wrong?”

Pulling back your arm, you shook your head with a smile you’d usually reserve for formalities, “Everything’s fine, Charles.”

“See, you say everything is fine,” Charles scoffed, “But, you call me Charles. You never call me that in the 2 years that you’ve been with me.”

You exhaled before turning back and walking towards the media pen, “Well then, I guess things have changed.”

It was safe to say that Charles was left dumbfounded, thoughts racing around his mind that went from ‘Had I done something wrong?’ to ‘Why is she being like this?’. Media interviews felt like torture to him, the agony was prolonged when you were by his side, but then it felt like you weren’t really there at all.

Charles caught up to you as the two of you walked out of the media pen, “Can we talk?”

“I was about to say the same thing,” You smiled sadly, clutching the clipboard to your chest, “Somewhere a little more private.”

You let Charles walk ahead back to his driver’s room. It was supposed to be two weeks from now, but then you decided to inform the higher ups that you’re leaving after this race. You figured it was better to rip the band-aid off completely rather than doing it bit by bit.

As Charles closed the door behind the two of you, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, “You go first.”

“I’ve decided that I’m…” You took a deep breath and further carried the heavy weight on your shoulders, “Fuck it. I won’t be here after this race anymore.”

“Oh, you’re taking a vacation?” Charles looked at you, raising an eyebrow, “That’s why you’re acting weird? Thinking that I wouldn’t let you?”

Sighing and shaking your head, you fought back the tears that were threatening to spill, “No. I’m leaving.”

Charles felt the immediate pang to his chest, feeling as if the world around him had stopped and it’s as if he suddenly couldn’t comprehend what you had just said.

“What do you mean you’re leaving? Wha- why? Have I done something wrong?”

Averting your gaze, you mumbled, “I’m just not happy here anymore.”

“Not happy? Y/N, I know you’re lying,” Charles ran a hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration, “What about the promises we’ve made to each other? You seeing me be a world champion and me seeing you go to medical school?”

“I’m not lying, Charles!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air and pacing around the room, “I just…I feel like staying here is torture.”

“Then fine, leave. I’m not stopping you,” He scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you with a few tears falling out, “It’s your choice.”

“You can have this back and give it to her instead,” You sniffled, taking off the charm bracelet and shoving it in his hand, “Thanks for everything, Charles.”

Charles didn’t reply to you, clutching the charm bracelet in his hand tightly and putting it inside his pocket. He wished you hadn’t given it back to him – so that at the very least, you’d have a piece of him with you, just like you to him. But, he thought that it isn’t what you wanted.

He hoped that you’d turn around to look at him one last time as you exited the room, leaving the door open. for him to watch you walk out. But you didn’t, and that was all that Charles needed to know that you were not only leaving Ferrari but also his life.

[sunshineyoujustwait]

seventeen million years late to this, as usual, but now that I have five minutes to spare- better late than never!

Tag Game:

tagged by the wonderful, talented and gorgeous @cupidskissx ily and apologies this took 5 business days to respond to

rule(s): post a snippet (however long or short or longish or shortish) from a wip !!

this is a longer snippet from a work I started ages ago and completely forgot about, I may return to it now that I remembered it exists lmao

“Do you ever wonder, like, is there supposed to be something more than this?”

Charles rolls his eyes, glancing over to where Max is laid out on his balcony, beer dangling precariously from one hand. “Max, it’s the new year, not the end of the world.” Max huffs at him, takes another sip of his beer. “That’s not what I mean, it’s just- what’s next, you know?” Charles glances longingly at the glass double doors leading back into the apartment, wonders if Max would notice if he just dipped from this entire conversation. Lando and Carlos are playing beer pong, and it’s suddenly looking very appealing.  He sighs, turning back to the blonde beside him. “What’s next for you is probably more race wins, maybe a third championship.” Charles tries not to sound bitter, he’s not sure how successful he is.  “Sorry,” Max winces a little. “I know you should probably hate me right now.” I’m trying to, Charles thinks, but I can’t. It’s an unfair thought really, none of this is Max’s fault. There’s plenty of blame to go around for the mess that was last season and Max doesn’t deserve any of it. Still, it feels like it would be easier to hate him, if that was something he was capable of doing.  Max rolls over onto his stomach, narrowly avoiding falling off the hammock he’s curled himself into. “Winning is great and all, and I love racing, but it just feels a little hollow or something, lately. We fly across the world, we race, we come home, rinse and repeat, same thing every week.” Charles glances at Max where he’s sprawled out across the hammock. He looks fine, a little drunk maybe, but not like someone on the verge of an existential crisis. His hair is flopping into his eyes and Charles’ hands twitch with a sudden desire to run his fingers through the errant strands. It’s not a new feeling, exactly, it’s just that sometimes when he looks at Max under the lights like this, soft and relaxed, it makes his breath catch in his throat and his stomach whirl with an as of yet unnamed feeling.  Other times, he just wants to strangle him. “Must be nice,” he mutters, “getting sick of winning.” Max groans. “Fuck off, you know that's not what I meant. It's just that, it feels like there should be something more, you know? Someone to share it all with, lights on when you come home, that sort of thing.” Charles doesn't know, not really, but he supposes it makes sense in a way. You achieve one dream - world champion, check (twice) - then you start seeking out the next. In Max's case that seems to be some sort of cosy picket fence. Like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, but for millionaires who drive fast cars for a living.  He's still stuck on the previous step of the pyramid though, so he's not feeling entirely charitable about it right now.  “Then date, find someone, it's not that complicated.” It comes out harsher than intended, but Charles is feeling a little lost at the direction of this conversation, and the image of Max settling down is rattling around in his brain for some reason, ugly and discordant.  Max is quiet for a moment, and Charles kind of maybe feels like a bit of an asshole.  “Tried that,” he says finally. “It didn’t exactly work out.” Charles definitely feels like an asshole then, winces at the words because, yeah, he did. There’d been a ring and everything, it had been a bit messy.  “Sorry,” he tries, but Max waves him off, shrugging. "Do you not get lonely?" "I date." Max snorts at that, which- rude.  “I have racing. I like racing. I'm not-” he gestures vaguely at Max's sprawled form- “losing it because I don’t have someone waiting for me when I come home. I’m happy.” “Yeah well, I guess it just doesn’t feel the same anymore.” “What doesn’t?” “Racing.” That catches Charles’ attention, sets the alarm bells ringing in his admittedly alcohol muddled mind. There are few constants in his life but Max and racing are two of them. 

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sunkissed face (bonus part) | charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

summary: You've known the start of their story for a while, but have you tried watching it happening through Charles' eyes? Have you tried walking in his designer shoes, when he first met the girl of his dreams?

warnings: Honestly, at this point, I'm just happy to be writing about them again, so enjoy this bonus part!

words count: 4.1k

There was no denying that Charles loved his team. He was a Ferrari fan, ride or die, and to be able to drive for the iconic scarlet scuderia was every bit of the dream he had hoped and wished it was. It was everything he ever wanted, everything he worked for, what he promised his dad would happen and what Jules would have got and that he felt he needed to get, to honour him the best he could. Driving a Ferrari Formula 1 car in the streets of Monaco, his hometown, his streets, his home, was even better. It felt like walking on a cloud, except he knew the storm could come at any point.

In all the sunshine and warmth of the Monégasque Grand Prix, Charles could feel the cold sweat starting to gather, right in the small path of his spine in his back. He knew his home Grand Prix to be unforgiving and all the luck he could find in this world didn’t mean shit here. Talent wasn’t enough in Monaco and he wondered, for the uptenth time since he woke up, if he would finally manage to actually finish the race. Any place would be nice. Obviously a win would be even better, but he knew his car and he knew its pace. If he managed to grab P6, he’d be happy, especially here. 

“Are you okay, cabron?” Carlos gently asked. 

The older guy had been welcomed in the team a few months ago but he had already found his rightful place next to Charles. It felt right to have him on his side, with a kind word, a funny joke and a way to breathe a little when the competition was getting a bit too intense. Charles liked Carlos. Carlos liked Charles. All good in the world. 

“I’m okay,” Charles nodded.

“You look like you’re about to vomit,” Carlos grimaced.

“That would not be cool for our guests,” Charles countered. 

Ferrari had organised that event with their main sponsors. They wanted to make sure those people knew what their money was for and that it was appreciated. Rub some backs. Shake some hands. Laugh at some questionable jokes and pretend a whole bunch that they cared about their opinions, of course. Charles already knew it was going to be exhausting. At least the weather was nice and the sun was out, bathing the area in a golden glow that felt a tiny bit recomforting, if you take into consideration the fact that he was currently about to either explode in a giant mess of tiny confettis or, like Carlos said, to throw up. He was starting to feel like tiny ants were gnawing at his fingertips, which usually wasn’t a good sign. 

For two hours, Charles had to bump elbows with 50 year-olds who cared about what he had to say, only to be able to quote him on the LinkedIn posts they would make with the selfie they took with him. He couldn’t care less about their opinions on why he was about to win, just because he knew the streets by heart. The ones who actually were interesting were the ones who knew the sport and who took the time to chat about the last races, instead of the constant pretending that they offered, like they knew what they were talking about, like they were here for the race and not just the bling of the Monaco GP. 

Charles loved that he was racing at home, he loved what his GP meant for the championship but he also knew that it attracted a lot of people who only came to be seen, only to be able to tell their colleagues or so-called friends that they were there, only to be apart of the so-called society that he wasn’t born in but got thrown into, even though he didn’t like it very much.

Charles loved racing with everything he had. It was his reason to live, it was what made him get out of his bed in the morning, what drove him to work out so much, what both his heart and mind told him to do, at every hour of every day. Those people were there because it was “cool” to be in Monaco. They didn’t care about who would win on Sunday afternoon. They couldn’t explain what the difference was between a blue and a black flag. It was exhausting. And the line that piled up in front of the little table that they had put him and Carlos behind, in an effort to maintain the social distance, was frankly disheartening. It’s not like they were equally interested in Carlos. No, they wanted a picture with the “little prince of Monaco”, as if they didn’t know that there was a prince already and his name was Albert. 

Fools. 

The line of baldening skulls in front of him was starting to be really frustrating. Charles was getting tired of signing cards, posing for pictures that would end up on Facebook with a caption about how “hard work always pays off and you’ll be in Monaco too!” or just having to smile at all of them. If at least the younger ones he was seeing were kids, he’d be okay, but instead, he had to deal with teenagers who couldn’t give a fuck about him but were forced to pose with him because their dads had said so. 

He was about to sign his hundredth card when he caught a glimpse of a white dress with red flowers entering the private area that had been reserved for this event. And it’s not like he cared about the fact that it was a woman nor that he really wanted to put his flirting skills to the test, because he knew he was a blubbering mess, but he welcomed the change with open arms. And if she was just there for a picture, at least it’d be a picture with a woman and not another CEO. 

Charles waited, impatiently, to see that dress pop up in front of him. He hadn’t even seen the woman who had slipped into that flimsy little dress this morning, but he knew that he had liked the pattern of it and that was pretty much it. At least she was on theme with the Ferrari event. It would be a nice difference compared to the people he had to ask the PR team to be careful about because they had come clad in Red Bull teamwear. It was so dumb. At least pretend you’re into Ferrari. 

But as the hour passed by, the white and red floral dress didn’t appear in front of him, though it did appear in the corner of his field of vision, like some kind of magic that calmed him down greatly whenever he would be able to actually see it. The first thing he noticed was the legs peeking out of the hem of the dress. They seemed really smooth and for a second, he wondered if they truly were or if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Then he discovered that the hair resting on top of the fabric shone in the sunshine and it felt like being blinded by a spotlight. 

Eventually, he managed to make it through the never-ending line of people who wanted to shake his hand, even though they’d been told they couldn’t, for safety and health reasons. His wrist was sore from signing all the autographs and he had stopped smiling behind his facemask about fifty selfies earlier. Charles had mastered the art of squinting his eyes just enough to pretend he was equally interested in them as they were in him. Which, in hindsight, might have been equal, knowing they only cared about him in the picture and he couldn’t be bothered to learn their names. The only people he made a conscious effort for were the little kids who looked thrilled and starstruck. He was weak for a small kid. He couldn’t be cold to a small child. 

“We’re done, I think,” Carlos sighed, stretching his arms behind his seat. 

“How long do we have to be there for, still?”

“About thirty minutes, time for everyone to get out of the area, I guess.”

“Nobody even cared to learn about the team,” Charles groaned. “I can’t believe the marketing staff put all of this together, only to be ignored. They all came to take pictures of my car, none of them took a second to read the panels.”

“Except for that girl,” Carlos nodded, pointing at someone with his index. “She didn’t even come to us. Spent the whole time reading and taking pictures of the panels.”

Charles’ heart somewhat tumbled down his chest. The red and white floral dress appeared clear and straight in front of his eyes, worn by the young woman he had only caught glimpses of so far. She was beautiful. Not model-type beautiful, but Charles never really cared for people who always looked straight out of magazines. From where he was, he could see the little scar on her elbow and the fact that she was close to heat exhaustion, if he believed the fact that her skin was far from matte and that her hair was kind of sticking to her neck. 

Still, she was beautiful. 

What a foolish idea, he thought, to want to be introduced to the only person there who hadn’t cared one bit about coming to him. After all these fake ass people coming his way, he had to be interested in the one person who wasn’t. Typical CL16 luck, if he was honest. 

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink. Want something?” Carlos asked.

“I’m good. I’ll walk a little, got some ants in my legs.”

“Got what?” Carlos scoffed.

“French expression,” Charles shrugged. “My legs feel kinda numb.”

Carlos tssked and hit him behind the shoulder, making him laugh a little. For a couple of seconds, Charles thought about what he was supposed to do. Should he go introduce himself to that girl? Or was she truly not interested in him, the slightest? He wasn’t the shiest guy around but he knew not to bother a lady when he clearly didn’t want to be bothered. And that girl looked so engrossed by what she was reading, it almost felt criminal to go and rip her away from the words she was pouring herself into.

Curiosity always killed the cat. 

Charles got up and walked to that girl, as gently as possible so as not to appear as a complete douchebag. She was looking at his car like it was the most incredible thing she had ever laid eyes on. Charles could relate to that pretty well. It always amazed him to sit in a F1 car. It was even more amazing to know that this particular one belonged to him. Sure he couldn’t drive her in the streets and of course, his apartment building didn’t have the adequate parking space for her. He knew that his loan to the Prince’s collection was the option for her to be taken care of and to be appreciated as she deserved. Sometimes, though, he wished he could be the only one to enjoy her. 

And then, sometimes, he remembered that she was truly a beauty to be shared with the world. Especially with pretty girls who had a floral dress with the team’s colours on it and an empty glass of champagne, bending so close their noses were about to touch the paint. 

Charles cleared his throat, a reflex he couldn’t control, which made her jump a little and straighten back up. He hated that he disturbed her and made her feel like she wasn’t supposed to admire his car. But the lovely shade of embarrassment that he could see creeping up her neck matched his and he knew he would be okay.

“That one’s nice, isn’t it?” He laughed.

“It’s gorgeous”, He could hear her smile, before she turned back to him.

The look of pure surprise on her face was enough to make him smile gently. That’s a look he was used to and that he found familiar. That’s a look he only saw on the little kids’ faces today. The look of a true fan, of someone who knew what they talked about. The look of someone who admired the drivers, because they were a part of the sport they loved so much. The look he had when he first met Michael Schumacher. Not that he had that big of an ego, but it felt nice to be truly seen, after all the time spent with all these hypocrites. 

Charles got to notice that she was considerably smaller than him. Not tiny, but a good twelve centimetres separated him from the top of her head. She looked adorable and Charles knew it was problematic, when her eyes finally met his and his heart kind of gasped in his chest. 

He was going to be a fool for this girl and he instantly knew it.

“Nice to meet you”, He truly smiled, for the first time in an hour.. “I couldn’t help but notice that you were out there not mixing with the crowd, do we scare you or something?” He scoffed.

“Not at all”, She blushed. “You guys were a little bit out of reach, I thought I’d enjoy the exhibition while you were busy and try again later.”

“The event is almost finished, the major part of the guests is gone”, Charles explained.

“I guess I lost track of time”, She gasped. “It was so interesting to learn more about the team and the history of it.”

“I know, right? I’m Charles, by the way.”

“I know”, She smiled, ending the internal debate between his head and his heart, begging him to take a step back and be chill about her. “Y/N”, She introduced herself, stopping in the middle of reaching his hand out to shake his. “Hmm. Can’t do that anymore. Sorry.”

His head stopped screaming to stop being stupid. As she retracted her hand and settled it on top of her upper arm, his brain finally went amute and gave up the fight. His mind had lost the battle to his heart. He laughed, shrugging, wishing he could shake her hand and feel if her skin was as smooth as it looked. He too had raised a hand to shake but had to take it back to his pants’ pocket. 

“So you’re a Ferrari fan?” He started, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness that was settling in.

“That I am. Always been. I have to thank my father for that.”

“He raised you well, then”, He joked. “Are you gonna be at the race this weekend?”

“Yes, I’m here with a couple of friends, we might be able to visit the paddock a bit.”

“Nice”, Charles commented. “I hope you’ll pass by the Ferrari garage!”

He hoped he could see her again. Just a couple of seconds. Or minutes. Or maybe hours, even days, if she agreed. Hell, at this point, he would have taken a lifetime. Her voice felt like dripping honey to his ears, the sparkles in her eyes looked like little stars he could wait to learn the constellations in. He had barely met her and he already wanted to know more about her. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

Charles rocked a little on his feet, unsure what to say next. He knew it was really bad. That he couldn’t dive head first like that with someone. That it wasn’t rational, nor cool, to be attracted to someone over banalities like you were exchanging.

“This one’s my favourite”, He commented.

“Isn’t it the one you won Monza with?” She asked and his heart missed a beat again.

“It is”, He smiled, so happy and impressed that she recognised it. “It’s also the one I won Spa with, a few days before.”

“It was such a difficult weekend”, She grimaced.

“It was”, He shrugged, suddenly thrown back to the difficult events of the weekend, to the tears, to the heartbreak and the sudden ache in his chest that would always accompany the memories of his first F1 win. “But I’m glad I could bring that for our close ones.”

“You did good on that race. I can’t imagine what you must have been feeling like..”

“It wasn’t easy. But I made it through and that’s all he would have wanted, so I’m happy for that. Some of our friends needed some good news that weekend.”

“I guess.”

In the conversation, he didn’t notice her taking a small step backward, closer to the car. Her hand had slipped from her upper arm to rest behind her, but it was now barely a couple of centimetres away from his car. The small cord around it apparently didn’t meet her path, because she was as far from it as she could physically be. For one second, Charles wished he could do what he wanted with the car.

And then he remembered that he owned the car and that he, therefore, could do absolutely anything with it.

“Hey, you know that being with me gives you the right to cross that little cord, right?” He teased.

If her big round eyes weren’t enough, the small gasp she let out when he threw a glance all around him to make sure the majority of the guests were either out or still uninterested in him, sealed his complete infatuation with her with a pretty big bow. Once he was sure there weren't many people left, he unclasped one side of a rope and presented his hand to her, inviting her to come on the other side, which she did, her hand almost taking his before she retracted it. Charles had never cursed Covid more than at that moment.

“God, she’s a beauty”, She sighed.

“I like that you called her a “she”. She’s a “she” to me too”, He laughed.

“It would have sounded weird if I said “he”, I think. She just looks so fierce, it had to be a “she”, don’t you think?”

“I totally agree”, Charles nodded. “Do you want to do something a bit crazy?”

“If you’re suggesting taking it out of this little tent, I’ll have to deny. I’m not sure I can drive her”, She grinned.

“I didn’t talk about driving her. But you’re welcome to sit in, if you want”, He invited.

Another gasp. Another somersault of his heart in his chest. That delightful sound would be the end of him, for sure.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret”, He whispered. “She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her.”

Her hands flew to her cheeks, in a futile attempt to not look like a complete fangirl. Charles couldn’t care less that she was one. Actually, no, he cared a lot. It was so endearing, after all he went through that afternoon, that it made his chest warm and fuzzy with a feeling he hadn’t had felt in a very very long time. 

“You’re gonna need to take your heels off, it’s a delicate paint.”

“Of course,” She almost excused herself, bending down to unclasp the little fastenings of her shoes, setting them down and letting her heels touch the floor. 

She lost another eight centimetres and Charles wondered if she could fit in the pocket of his Ferrari dress suit. Then he shook his head slightly and got to work.

“You’re gonna want to put your foot here,” He pointed. “Don’t put too much weight on that part, but support yourself on the halo and you should be good to go.”

Of course, the poor girl struggled in her dress and in an attempt to save her the embarrassment of showing the few people left what colour her underwear was, he delicately put his hands on her sides and slowly lifted her higher so she could climb over the halo. Once her feet were on the seat, she was quick to slide down and sit, which impressed him more than it should have. 

Her eyes couldn’t settle on one part of the car. He could see the internal battles over whether or not she was allowed to touch the wheel. He loved that she was careful and respectful, but still overtly giddy about the experience. 

Charles had never put a girlfriend inside one of his cars, except for his road cars, of course. But the view of that tiny woman, sitting in his F1 speedster, made him adamant that he had been right not to, because if there was a first to be had, he was so extremely glad that she was the one he’d remember forever.

“Liking it?”

“This is a dream”, She confirmed. “You really can’t see much when you’re down there!” “That’s because you’re a bit smaller than I am”, He laughed, because surely there wasn’t much else he could do without sounding like a proper nutcase who was already head over heels. “My vision usually goes up to the beginning of the halo”, He explained, by showing with his hands where his field of vision would end. “How’s the seat?”

“A bit hard. Does your suit have padding or something?”

“It’s a bit padded, indeed”, He conceded, so relieved that she had curiosity behind the look. “Not much, but it helps.”

“The wheel has so many buttons, how do you remember every one of them?”

“I just learn them, to be honest. And sometimes I ask for help with the radio. Want a picture in it?”

“Yes please, I can’t wait to show my dad!” She giggled.

For one second, he almost fished his own phone in his pocket, but then he remembered that he would look like an absolute dumbass if he did so. He waited a second for you to pass your phone by and immediately went to work.

Charles took the time to photograph her in his car, through different angles and different sides. He even got someone to take a few pictures of them both, even if he wouldn’t have it as a souvenir anymore. Selfishly, he hoped that one day she’d see that picture again and remember that he had been nice, and not completely ridiculously attracted to you. Maybe she’d think about him with a fond heart, like he would her. 

It took twenty minutes for her to run out of questions about the car. She asked about the feelings he got from the cockpit, about the focus he had, she asked what was the most expensive part and which one he couldn’t understand why it was there, which made him laugh way more than it should have. She wondered how he could feel at ease so close to the ground, how he could scratch a bothering itch on his back if it happened and how truly hot it got, inside the car. All these questions that made him smile or made him think, that got him to appreciate her curiosity and train of thoughts, that got him to appreciate the fact that she was invested in what he had to say. 

It was so refreshing to be able to discuss mechanics, in the most basic form of it, with someone who already had a tiny bit of knowledge about the sport.

Charles showed some buttons, encouraged her to push them, even though it wouldn’t do anything. He pointed to different parts, earning “oh”s and “ah”s that made his heart soar a little, then he helped her out of the car when they both felt like they had extended their time a bit too much.

He didn’t say anything as she fastened her shoes back on, feeling like he was about to say goodbye to a person he would remember forever, wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t let her slip away. 

“Thank you so much for the opportunity, Charles”, She smiled again. “Never would I have ever imagined something like that happen!”

“I’m glad I could help in realising a dream, then”, He grinned too. “Hey, have you been able to visit Monaco?”

“Not really, not yet”, She grimaced. “But so far, everything I’ve seen looks so beautiful, you really have a nice place.”

He didn’t really have to think much about it. He didn’t want to regret, one day, not having extended that meeting for as long as he could. He didn’t want to sit in his apartment, in a week, in a month, in a year, in a decade, wondering what would have happened with that girl if he had just got his shit together.

“I’m done for today, let me show you around.”

The smile she gave him was enough to reassure him. 

Maybe he wouldn’t have to wonder, later.

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[fastandtheformula1]

Carlos Sainz- Dreams That Feel Like Nightmares

a/n: had a dream where I made out with carlos. how I wish that was reality.

summary: you have a nightmare where carlos tells you he never loved you.

pairing: carlos sainz x female!reader

warnings: cursing, angst, tears

word count: 991

not my gif!

~

You were walking around the paddock- although something about it seemed weird about it this time- heading towards the Ferrari section. Though it was a beautiful day, your intuition told you something wasn’t right. Still, you brushed it off and tried to enjoy the scenery. Charles walked in the opposite direction of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“What? What do you mean what am I doing here?” You said, concerned.

“Oh, you and Carlos worked it out then? I’m glad!” He said, turning back around.

Interesting, okay.

You turned around and ended up -somehow- at Carlos’s driver’s room, and knocked on his door. Of course, he answered, swiftly opening the door in his red team shirt, which you found most attractive on him.

“Charles I- Oh. Uh, hi Y/N,” He seemed agitated, but you figured he was probably stressed. “I thought I made it clear not to come this weekend.” He kept the door open to a minimum.

“What? You always want me to come to races.”

“Not this weekend.”

“What are you talking about? You told me to come this weekend.” You said, mocking his tone.

“No, no me escuchas you don’t listen to me,” He said, rubbing his temple.

You remember him telling you to come this specific weekend. He told you to come instead of next weekend because he and Charles had interviews to do so he’d rather you come on a weekend where you could actually see each other. You were 100% sure he said this weekend.

“What are you-? Love, I don’t know what-” You tried moving closer, but he stepped away.

“Don’t do that. Stop pretending like you love me.”

“Carlos, why-”

“You know what? I’m just gonna say it. I never loved you, okay? Ever. You never respect me, and for what it’s worth I hate you.”

~

Your eyes shot open to the darkness of your room. You sat up trying to catch your breath, your chest heaving back and forth. You still had that weird feeling in your stomach, still trying to adjust to what happened. Did your boyfriend just break up with you? You two were talking about getting married a month ago. Your brain kept trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

“Mi amor my love, que pasó what happened?” Carlos shot up from his sleeping form, reaching over to you, checking to see what was happening.

You cursed at the movement coming from the other side of the bed. “Carlos?” Though it was dark, you could feel his eyes pleading to know what was wrong.

“Si. Si. yes. yes. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His comforting voice threw you in an altered state. Two seconds ago he basically told you that you meant nothing to him.

You looked around, trying to decipher what was real and what wasn’t, failing miserably. You attempted to blink at nothing as Carlos turned on the bedside lamp. The soft, dim yellow light illuminated his sleepy figure. Did he really hate you? Was he acting just now? Why was he being so nice all of a sudden? “Um,”

His dark hair was a mess, and concern covered his face. “Did you have a bad dream?” He said, reaching to caress your arm. He was probably right, you’d just had a bad dream, but his words echoed through your head: I never loved you.

You pulled away at his touch rather quickly, causing him to worry. You’ve never shied away from him, only when you were angry. And this time you weren’t.

“Amor love, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.”

You tried to gather your thoughts with all the conflicting information you had. What was real? Did he actually love you?

“I- you- we…” You remembered everything from the dream, from the uneasy feeling from the start until the very end where your stomach dropped when your boyfriend said he hated you.

Tears started to stream down your face. You felt so stupid for even thinking for a split second that it was real. He’d never say that to you. He wasn’t that kind of person. He would never forgive you for thinking of him in that light.

Carlos quickly stepped in, practically hearing you think. He comforted you with a warm hug, shushing you and your thoughts. “Hey. Hey. It’s okay. I’m here, princesa. Shh. Está bien it’s okay, mi amor my love.”

A few minutes after your breath matched Carlos’s, Carlos lifted your head from his chest, wiping a few tears from underneath your eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it, amor?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. It seems stupid now,” You said, feeling self-conscious. You knew now he would never in a million years say something like that to you.

“Nothing that comes from that brain is stupid.”

You gave him a soft smile. How’d you get so lucky?

“Whenever you’re ready, princesa.”

You planted your face back into his shoulder as he held you, softly stroking your hair. After a minute or so, you started talking.

“You, you said you never loved me… and that, uh, that you hated me,” You said, quietly.

His hand stopped dead in its tracks. You swore you felt his heart stop. “Oh. No, no no mi amor. That couldn’t be further from the truth, huh? I love you. So so much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you, hmm? In all the languages I know.”

You nodded, slightly smiling.

He didn’t seem very convinced. “Hey. I love you.” He cupped your face with his hands, making you look at him. He needed to make sure that you knew.

“I know.” You said, softly. You knew he did. He always expressed his feelings for you, telling you that you were his most favorite person on Earth, and how the gods knew he needed someone like you. At the bottom of your heart, you knew he always had and will love you.

[paint-it-red-and-black]

i was tagged by lovely @loveyougoodbi to do an F1 wrapped. so, here are my results!

i want to elaborate a bit. it was damn hard to do these tops, especially the drivers one. i literally battled with myself for every position ._.

DRIVERS:

1. Charles Leclerc

i adore him as a pilot and as a person. his driving style is exciting and desperate, always on the limit. his fearlessness, his passion for the sport, his loyalty. on the track Charles Leclerc is literally the embodiment of fire and red. i dream of seeing him in a decent car and in my opinion Charles' WDC is only a matter of time.

2. Max Verstappen

Max is perfect on the track. his mistakes are minimal, his calculation and calmness are amazing. i admire his eternal straightforwardness and honest expression of his opinions. i love his dry and sarcastic humour. he is a very strong man who in no way deserves to be booed for his victories.

3. Lando Norris

this boy is a ray of sunshine. protect him and take care of him. and please, for fuck's sake, let 2024 bring him his first victory... as soon as mclaren picked up the pace in the second part of the season, it became immediately apparent what a serious opponent Lando could be on the track. one of the reasons why i have Mexico in my top races is because of his magnificent breakthrough from P19 to P5.

4. Fernando Alonso

is it even necessary to write anything here? how can you not like Alonso? he's even got the best fucking tiktok acc i've ever seen!!!

5. Alex Albon

this man is too fast for Williams. i'm sorry he's spending these years not in a top team, i hope to see him in positions higher up. Alex always makes the most of the car, pulls it in the points and continues to stay positive. he gives off so much warmth that it can't help but make me happy c:

RACES:

1. Las Vegas

everything about it was ✨beautiful✨. from the absolutely awful beginning to the fabulous end. last lap overtake from Charles made me scream. the chaotic start and the amount of overtaking and fighting – oh fuck yes, i honestly didn't expect that. (and sphere was a big plus lmao)

2. Singapore

the only race where RBR had problems led to the fact that we saw a battle for first place from four (4!) cars at once. Carlos took over as Ferrari's strategist and i was honestly very happy to see Carlando on the podium and their genuine embrace c:

3. Zandvoort

chaos? chaos. 186 overtakes. every fucking weather condition. cheering fans. positions changing at the speed of light. liam lawson – what? fernando alonso – WHAT?! and yeah, Max Verstappen still wins the gran prix.

4. Mexico

red bull gives wings right at the first corner. it was great to see both Charles and Lewis on the podium after being disqualified at the previous race. i already mentioned Lando's breakthrough but DAN RICCARDO. he tore everyone and everything. dramatic race i'd say.

5. Monza

it was nice to see ferrari leading the race in Monza. even if only for 15 laps. in 2023, that's a lot for someone who isn't Max. but of course the main highlight is how i almost ended up with heart attack because of the fight between Carlos and Charles in the last laps. but that's what formula 1 should look like. and it was great.

TEAM:

i wrote that it's Red Bull, but i feel a need to mention that because my favourite drivers are all from different teams, it's hard for me to pick just one. when i first started watching formula 1, i would claim to be a Ferrari fan (well i still am...), but the further i got, the more pain and disappointment i got supporting this team and more and more of my respect red bull started to gain. they have a reliable car and strategies. quick pitstops, absolute precision and coordination. they are a team and they deserve every their win this season. now I truly admire RBR.

okay thank you for reading! tagging some people that came to my mind, i'm sorry if you've already done that and i just haven't seen it 😭

no pressure! ignore if you don't feel like it c:

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this booger picked me up from the airport and then decided to mock me for buying food at the airport. little outfit change because it's not hoodie season in mexico. i ditched the booger and picked up my comfort food. no i will not be sharing, they're all mine.

lando norris someone want to explain to me who the guy in isabella's story is?

isabella perez my fucking brother? gael? dulce perez it's our brother.

charles leclerc wait, there's another one of you??

max verstappen how do you people not know this?

mae jones i didn't know...

daphne jones i did know, nice kid. i don't know how he's related to isabella.

sebastian vettel he used to come to races all the time, and then their dad died and he stopped coming.

dulce perez we all bonded with dad over f1. it was harder for gael because he was karting when dad passed. he gave up on the sport after that.

isabella perez haven't you heard, he's a big shot actor now. HE WORKED WITH THE SEBASTIAN STAN!!

penelope trevino your taste in men needs to be studied. under a microscope. isabella perez i don't really have a crush on sebastian stan. i have a crush on bucky barnes. it's very different. penelope trevino oh yeah, that makes so much sense.

max verstappen the worst thing is that he's a ferrari fan too 🙄

isabella perez HELL YEAH! FORZA FERRARI BABY!

charles leclerc LET'S GO!!

lewis hamilton i will never understand how checo's own blood aren't red bull fans.

dulce perez he was a ferrari academy driver with jules. it's practically in our blood to be tifosi. i just like to support my uncle, the other two are heathens.

isabella perez WE CAN SUPPORT UNCLE CHECO AND SUPPORT FERRARI AT THE SAME TIME DULCE!

esteban ocon we have to meet this guy!

lance stroll when can we meet him? carlos sainz are we allowed to meet him? dulce perez never. my brother will not be tainted by you nerds.

rowan todd listen, i understand the boys, but seeing as we work together with marvel. good luck keeping me away from him.

rowan todd wait-

rowan todd in the sense that, we're going to become besties. work besties if you will.

lance stroll pierre just let out a sigh of relief.

pierre gasly do you know how to shut the fuck up? if so, please do so. lance stroll why would i when you're so easy to tease?

max verstappen you have to bring him to a race soon. it's only fair! i will turn him into a red bull fan.

isabella perez listen, uncle checo driving for red bull is temporary, however long that may last, but ferrari is forever. you just have to deal with this max, uncle checo does.

carlos sainz max is just surrounded by tifosi isn't he?

max verstappen oh shut up carlos.

carlos sainz is the little one still a huge charles fan?

daniel ricciardo he called my move to mclaren the worst mistake of my life. daniel ricciardo he's also a little shit. but we love him max verstappen NO! YOU LOVE HIM! i tolerate him at best.

fernando alonso when you say patito, you don't mean pato o'ward, do you?

isabella perez i do! they were best friends growing up!

dulce perez wow, you are dumb.

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN??

dulce perez ask gael. maybe he'll answer the question.

lando norris someone could be in love with her and she would never notice.

daniel ricciardo i can't wait for the day i get to witness that

daphne jones don't be mean. she's not dumb, just oblivious.

pierre gasly this is like that time that guy asked for her number and she gave him dulce's number.

arthur leclerc WHAT THE FUCK? WHEN WAS THIS?

max verstappen arthur right now, probably

charles leclerc can confirm that is what arthur sounded like.

max verstappen at least someone appreciates my comedic genius. natalia ruiz he's in love with you charles leclerc literally shut up?

isabella perez WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT? HE ASKED FOR DULCE'S NUMBER?

rowan todd HE ASKED FOR YOURS! HE CALLED YOU PRETTY GIRL AND EVERYTHING?

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK? HOW DID I MISS THAT?!

daphne jones like i said, you're oblivious.

freya vettel at least put us all out of our misery and ask out cute prema guy

isabella perez i can't.

esteban ocon the fuck do you mean you can't?

lance stroll wait. don't fucking say it isabella

isabella perez i got back together with austin

daniel ricciardo WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ISABELLA?

fernando alonso OTRA VEZ? ISABELLA, NO PUEDES SEGUIR HACIENDO ESTO! (again? isabella, you can't keep doing this!)

isabella perez but he said things would be different this time!

dulce perez THAT'S WHAT HE FUCKING SAID LAST TIME YOU MORON!

gael perez dime que no es verdad isabella! (tell me it's not true isabella!)

isabella perez that depends, what are we talking about?

dulce perez cut the bullshit. why would you do this?

isabella perez HEY YOU KNOW WHY! I LOVE HIM!

gael perez i'm gonna die and my sister's still going to be dating that lunatic.

dulce perez at this rate i'm going to get back with arthur and she's still going to be with him.

isabella perez let's talk about dulce's problems instead!

gael perez old news, we all know she's still in love arthur but in denial about it.

isabella perez by the way, was patito ever anything more than your friend?

gael perez i have to go.

isabella perez CLEARLY I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH PROBLEMS HERE!

isabella perez dulce is a snitch who's still in love with her ex and my brother dated his best friend.

dulce perez HEY FUCK YOU! WHAT HAPPENS IN THE SIBLING GROUP CHAT STAYS THERE!

max verstappen no, tell us more. as the children say, spill the tea sis.

mae jones i forget you have a broken childhood.

charles leclerc tell us something we don't already know.

dulce perez literally fuck you guys. i don't have to sit here and take this.

dulce perez i have class now.

pierre gasly coward.

dulce perez PIERRE'S IN LOVE WITH ROWAN BUT IS AFRAID TO ADMIT IT! MAX IS ALSO IN LOVE WITH MAE! AND CHARLES IS LOVE WITH NATALIA AND WE ALL KNOW THEY'RE SLEEPING TOGETHER!

dulce perez call me a coward again gasly. i know all your secrets.

lance stroll she's sort of scary sometimes.

daniel ricciardo she's a middle child. of course she knows everything.

daphne jones i love her.

max verstappen i'm kinda scared of her now. what else does she know?

dulce perez i know everything verstappen. all of you confide in me because i'm the only 'normal' one here.

dulce perez AND I KNEW ABOUT DANIEL'S PROPOSAL BEFORE ANYONE ELSE SO SUCK IT FUCKERS! (except for seb, lewis, and nando. i love you guys.)

mae jones RICCIARDO! YOU TOLD ME I WAS THE FIRST TO KNOW!

daniel ricciardo would you look at the time. i have to go walk my kangaroo.

fernando alonso coward!

daniel ricciardo no shame about it!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! if i hadn’t mentioned this character before that’s because he was literally made up like last week. i also just love danny ramirez and i had to include him somehow. this entire series is just me putting together all my interests in one. also my love for pato, i love him so much. i have too many stories and don't have time to update them all so i just create more to ignore the bigger issue.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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I have little prompt! Carlos being really possesive over Charles? Like 'okay, you can talk with (put here other driver's name) but he can't touch you like that'

thank you for the prompt anon <33 i left it in my drafts for too long for no reason which was stupid but it's here already. hope you enjoy <3

Hot jealousy flaring through Carlos' veins was not something he expected to feel on this Friday afternoon.

Usually, all he felt was buzzing in his muscles, because of anticipation and slight nervousness before practice. Carlos always felt a little uneasy. Yes, he's been in Formula 1 for 7 years, but that doesn't change a fact that he would like to be as safe, and pretty much whole, after every second spent in the car.

Now, between the two practices, that take time every friday of race weeks, Carlos does not feel restless or nervous at all.

He's standing, leaned against the Ferrari garage, watching Charles chatting with Pierre animatedly. His arms are flying around, indicating he is talking about something interesting.

Charles only talks like this when he knows the other side is interested and knows he can trust them. He is reserved with people he does not know that well — too keen on keeping his good image. Carlos does not blame him for it. Being a professional athlete, under a scrutizing eye of so many people, takes its toll on you.

His bracelet adorned wrists fly out and Carlos can see Pierre tipping his head back, while he laughs loudly — the high pitched and loud laugh Carlos knows very well, having heard it around paddock too many times.

It means Charles probably said something funny.

Even though Carlos knows people mostly laugh at what Charles says just because he is famous f1 driver, this is Pierre. He never spares Charles with fake laughter or nice words. He is always direct and disses Charles (affectionately) on every occasion he gets.

Many times, Pierre brings up things that make Charles blush so deeply, Carlos thinks the red colour might stay imprinted on his cheeks forever. Often it's something Carlos has no knowledge of happening, but the truth is, Charles is not obligated to say everything that happens or had happened to him in his life before.

Smile spreads across Carlos' face as he watches Charles' body shaking with his signature laugh. He can clearly imagine his scrunched up face with his eyes creasing at the sides and his pearly white teeth peeking from under his lips.

But what Carlos loves the most are his dimples. Deep and present every time Charles widens his lips into a smile. He can't even remember how many times he has run his thumbs across them, pushing the pad of his finger into the little dent on his cheek.

Carlos stops paying attention to the rustling behind him and focuses his full attention on Charles. He knows he looks like a smitten idiot, but after too many articles calling him out for being too in love with Charles, he stopped paying attention. Before, he had been reading all of them.

To be honest, maybe he would read them, if they didn't accuse him of dating Charles only for the racing benefits, which is as far from truth as it could be.

But that is the story for another day.

Carlos' brown eyes track his boyfriends' moves in loving manner, soft smile playing on his lips.

But as fast as his smile appeared, it was wiped off his face just as quickly. Carlos sees as the long slender fingers find their place on Charles' waist, the other hand moving up and down his arm.

Carlos watches the fabric of Charles' fireproofs bunch up on his right shoulder, as Pierre's hand moves the fabric up, more forcefully than intended.

Still leaned against the building, although only by one shoulder now, so he could get a better view on his boyfriend, Carlos' brows furrow even deeper.

He didn't even realize he was doing it.

Carlos is not stupid. He knows Charles and Pierre are friends. Best friends even, but his possessive streak likes to make itself present at the worst possible times.

This probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if it was anyone else, but Charles told Carlos about the fling with Pierre from when they were younger. Cue why he feels so uneasy now.

He is not insecure, no. But Carlos knows how deep bonds with long time good friends can run. He's had his own fair share of it.

Without really acknowledging what he's doing, he's marching towards both of them. Charles has no chance of seeing him, considering he has his back turned towards him.

Carlos hopes at least Pierre will notice him, but no. He only sees French tightening his palm further down on Charles' shoulder.

Pierre notices him last minute, moving away, but not without ruffling Charles' hair in the process. Carlos sends him a death glare, before his arms find their place around Charles' waist.

"Hi," Carlos whispers into Charles' ear, kissing his neck. At first, he only leaves a quick peck at the juncture of his neck, before he moves down his shoulder, his fingers pulling the fabric of the top of his fireproofs away, for better acces.

And god, Charles' skin is so warm and smooth, Carlos want to bury his face into it every day and every minute of his life. He trails soft kisses along his shoulder and back up to his neck, not caring about the photographers "hidden" behind the buildings and the banners around the paddock.

"Ah, hello baby," Charles responds, his hands finding their place on Carlos' forearms. His fingers dance around Carlos' arms, moving up and down as he plays with the hair on his arms.

Carlos nudges Charles' jaw with his nose, wordlessly telling him what he wants from him.

Charles lifts his head with a smile on his face, the damn dimples on both of his cheeks. Carlos connects their lips, kissing him slowly at first, before he deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seams of his lips and then licking into his mouth.

"Oooh-kay, I think this is my cue to leave," Carlos hears Pierre say, awkward chuckle accompanying his sentence.

The way Charles immediately moves his head away does not sit right with Carlos, but he lets it slide.

It's only Pierre.

After quick – and overly heartfelt goodbye – Charles finally twists in Carlos' hold and puts his arms around Carlos' neck.

"So what was this about?" he asks, smirk on his lips.

"He can't touch you like that," Carlos blurts out, forgoing the stupid excuses like 'i have no idea what you're talking about' or 'nothing'. Charles knows him too well, either way he would figure out something was wrong.

"Pardon?" Charles lifts one eyebrow, but Carlos does not let himself be distracted by that.

"He shouldn't touch you like that. I don't know if you realize how touchy he is, or how close his hands are to your ass, but sometimes it bothers me," Carlos averts his gaze away from Charles' eyes, looking behind him at the green Aston Martin logo couple feet away.

Before Charles has a chance to say something, Carlos speaks up again, "I know it's unfair to say this, but you are mine. I am the only one allowed to touch you intimately. My hands are the only ones allowed to feel every inch of your skin. He runs his hand through your hair, caresses his fingers around your waist and I-" he cuts himself off and squeezes Charles' waist.

Is he overthinking? Probably yes, but he cannot help it.

"Mon beau, I only wanna feel your hands on my body and they are the only ones I need. I know you are a jealous idiot, but I only love and need you," playfull tone in Charles' voice makes Carlos smile and he can't stop himself from pecking him on both cheeks.

"I love you," the kiss they share is heated, but also decent enough for all the cameras following them and peeking from around every corner, "but you are still mine, baby. I will fight everybody and everyone for you. I love you."

"I love you too, mon amour."

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Little addition to the talk about Oscar's PR management and pushing Lily a bit more into the light.

I agree with everything the other anon said but I'd like to add how it also means they are portraying Lando and Oscar differently.

Clearly, along the 2023 season we saw McLaren media leans more and more towards the slightly shippy "Landoscar" theme.

Not in a too obvious way but there were little nods towards the ship.

In 2024, we still got some little things (the picture from Barcelona, the "Osc", etc...) but it's more subtle, more leaning between shipping and friendship.

And for me it goes along with the want to picture Oscar as someone reliable and serious by showing is relationship with Lily more and also having him involved in other activities (like the Reef thing).

They are slowly letting us know that Oscar is more than just a driver and a cute boy. He has a personality, interests and a life outside of the track.

As a shipper, I hope we will soon get more funny Landoscar content to play with.

As someone interested in communication and marketing, I love trying to understand what is happening behind the scenes!

I totally see that and tbh it fits with him hiring a social media manager that AND the Andrea press release about changing their media duties around. tho the intention they gave for that was for Oscar and Lando to have more down time which hasn't actually happened bc they've both stayed just as busy but separately.

I have an anon I'm sitting on bc there's a LOT to address and some of it feels a little too .... idk tricky. but their point was that McLaren want to renege a bit on the whole 'Lando and Oscar doing everything for the team and not being in competition with each other' now that McLaren is officially up there fighting consistently for podiums and the top 3 or 4 championship spots. that splitting them up more in terms of media duties COULD be a way of creating space for them to have if not a full on rivalry then a Charles and Carlos type of competition.

the thing is that Lando and Oscar on their own keep saying how much they work together and share data and have the same needs for the car etc and that they want healthy motivation between each other.

but also I think for anyone who's had to work in a committee or be a part of regular team meetings there's also got to be the reality of someone coming in and saying 'let's change things up!' to maybe keep their job or stand out and it ends up being sort of a mess and maybe the old system was actually just fine alsfgjlsagfhljsfa it's truly possible that this whole Reputation era revamp is going to prove to be a mistake or that it's just not being very well executed.

bc I can't say that pulling Oscar away from Lando is ever going to work well for him when Oscar just isn't interested in being The Guy. he wants to show up and do his job and compete and then go home lol. so it ends up that not only do fans not get the fun teammate content they've come to expect from McLaren with the previous two teammates, it also means that super motivated Lando is maximizing on every opportunity and becoming a bigger star on his own - while Oscar has to struggle to meet the media's needs for energy and dynamism without having someone he knows he can bounce off of. the Esteban RC car thing was just... ok lol. that's not what any of us would like to see him spending his time filming. the Great Barrier Reef thing is nice but it's not the same as Seb or Lewis bc as Oscar even said he only ever really knew much about the issue from school. and most of Oscar's life is spent away from that issue and away from Australia. (he even kinda said that it was a great side benefit of being able to stay in Australia longer and have Lily involved instead of heading right back to MTC)

fundamentally, Oscar wants to have more time for his private life and he doesn't want to broadcast it- and I think that if they simply dropped the silly challenges and just gave Lando and Oscar a topic in a free moment and filmed it then Oscar could have more time away from filming and we as fans would get Lando and Oscar's real relationship that's fun and cute but without them feeling awkward at being told to dance and perform. the whole thing would be way less pressure for both Oscar and Lando.

remember, Lando isn't naturally like that! Carlos and Daniel learned that PR bromance game early in their careers and play it well but Lando follows their lead and basically reacts to them! early 2019 Lando was basically a featherless little chick watching Carlos with big eyes and squawking at how funny he was but he was sooooo nervous and twitchy about being on camera until he learned to copy Carlos' humor and bounce it back to him.

so genuinely when Lando and Oscar are just allowed to talk normally, it takes less time than setting up for elaborate challenges and they'd both feel more relaxed and get more time off.

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You guys. I might just be the happiest person alive right now. When I started getting into F1 a few months I decided for whatever reason (the reason being Charles Leclerc) to support Ferrari. I quickly learned that being a Ferrari fan came with lots of downs and very few highs, but today I learned that the highs can be so high that you want to die on the spot because there is no way life could get any better.

You can guess how I feel about Carlos winning today. In Monza I got a Chestappen podium, now I got a Carlando podium. What’s next? Strollonso? Sewis? (thinking about it, Seb’s going to be in Suzuka, maybe we’ll actually get Sewis content, not a podium tho)

Also I didn’t expect to see Eric Nam at F1. Never in my life would I have expected to watch Eric Nam shake Carlos Sainz’ hand. Like wtf?

And that last grill the grid episode killed me. As someone who is interested in geography I can say that some of their answeres were catastrophic. It was hard to watch at some points. (Like wtf do you mean you have to find Europe first?)

So here are my favorite drivers four months and a week into liking f1. This time I decided to do a top five because my top three haven’t changed in ages:

1. Alex Albon

I love him, his voice, his face, his goofy laugh, his personality, (his girlfriend ahem), his driving, his everything. Please marry me. The marketing short film with the Albon pets, I mean come on. Alex and cats is everything I need in my life. And the other drivers with his shoes, that’s so cute.

The weekend was not optimal for Williams, but tbh I didn’t really pay much attention to them because I was a little distracted by Ferrari and Red Bull.

2. Sergio Perez

Okay hear me out. I love Checo and I feel bad for what I’m about to say but I was so happy that Red Bull had a bad weekend. I like Max and I love Checo but it felt so good to see someone else win for a change. Although I would’ve loved to see Checo in front, because I always do.

3. Charles Leclerc

My little Ferrari heart was so happy this weekend. And I think that Charles should have pitted for mediums in the end there and maybe we would’ve gotten both Ferraris on the podium. Charles did some incredible defending and keeping the Mercs behind him to help Carlos. Afterwards he seemed a little bummed out, but happy enough for the team and Carlos.

Also he’s just the cutest on grill the grid, always looks so confused. And his laugh, I can’t with him.

4. Lewis Hamilton

This is probably no surprise to anyone, because I keep debating if I should put him or Charles on third and Charles always wins. Lewis is great and he deserves the podium. Although I do think that George should have gotten it.

Also I just found out that he has an Extreme X team. With Christina Gutierrez. How cool is that please? (Not as cool as Carlos Sr. with Laia Sanz my love my one and only, but still)

5. Carlos Sainz

So this is where it gets intresting, because I had Lando and Lance on my list for fifth as well, but lately I have become somewhat obsessed with Carlos. I’ve always liked him, but now I love him. He has become one of my favorite drivers (otherwise he wouldn’t be fifth lol). He is funny, smart, seems like a very nice guy and doesn’t take himself too seriously and I love that. I guess you can imagine how I went feral several times this weekend. The fact that he kept Lando close enough so he’d be in his DRS zone. I mean sure it was strategy, but still. I like to believe that he did it solely to help his Lando.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. Of course, what a great race and I can’t with all of this Carlando content. They deserve the world. But damn just let Lando stay home when you do geography with grill the grid. It hurts us all, not only him.

Lance. I really don’t know what it is about him. He took my heart. Every time I see him, I just want to squeeze him. I was super happy about all the Lance content we got from grill the grid, but then quail happened. I just hope he is okay and recovers quickly. That crash was insane, but luckily security got better over time.

Fernando. First it was all fun and games with Strollonso and all, but I’ve somehow started to actually get attached. He makes me happy, or in this case sad, because the race sucked for him. Not a good weekend for AM. Also Fernando with Alex' shoes. Loved it.

Max. I feel bad for him. I am happy that the Red Bull reign is over (for now) but he deserves a good car, because he’s just such a good driver. Also he really impressed me in grill the grid.

George. I shouldn’t be mad at him for being good, but I am. But at the same time I’m happy for him. He’s a great driver and damn what a race today, he really should have stood on that podium. But he ruined a Ferrari front row by being good so I am allowed to be mad.

Esteban. First of all, happy birthday my man. The race sucked again, but at least this time there was some coverage of him and we didn’t have to assume that he got abducted by aliens. And again, I love his accent way too much.

Liam. I had the time of my life watching his quail. I might have celebrated a little too much when he kicked Max out, but oh well. And he got his first points, which is great for him. I hope he gets a permanent seat soon.

Daniel. I had to include him just so I can mention Taylor Swift. My man singing Our Song was the best thing ever.