#the jaw the pose the FERRARI

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I am crying about this pic for days and people didn’t see it and I think it’s a crime

If you thought you saw this driver correctly, take a second look.

NO, IT’S NOT SHUMI. He’s James Calado. This pic was taken Sunday in Monza before the WEC race. But the resemblance is so… made me cry even more

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Falling | Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: none

AN: Could’ve made it more angst but I was in the mood for fluff. I don’t think it’s my best work but I love it. I’m a bit tired and I wanted to post this so excuse the any mistakes.

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Charles walked into the paddock in his team’s kit, he was so out of it today for some reason. His manager was walking with him telling him everything he’ll be doing for the day, he was half listening half lost in his own thoughts. So it made perfect sense why he wouldnt see you, you were crouched down taking pictures of Lando who was posing for you.

Charles all but fell on top of you, you had just enough sense in you to move your expensive camera away from the ground. Letting a soft curse escape your lips at the impact. Charles manages to catch himself just in time not to crush you. You were on your side and Charles was on his hands and knees beside you. Lando? He was on the floor laughing, laughing at your wide and shocked eyes.

Sitting up you looked at the Ferrari driver, who was on his knees dusting his hands, making you both now sitting next to each other. It was then that Charles saw you for the first time. Your hat was on backwards so he had full access to see your face. His eyes moved all over your face taking you in, he never saw you before he’s sure of it, there's noway he’d seen you before and forgotten, your face isn’t the type to be forgotten.

“Are you okay?… You didn't hit your head did you.” It took Charles a moment to realise you were talking to him, he blinked a couple of times, and cleared his throat, Lando watched amused(He’ll be proud later on to be there when you first met). You had a smile on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, are you okay?” Charles checked you for any injuries, he got up and offered you his hand, which you gave him, your soft hand in contrast to his calloused one.

“As long as my baby is okay, I’m okay.” You said waving the camera in indication. “You know you could’ve asked for pictures if you wanted, didn’t have to run me over.”

“I uh, I’m sorry I wasn’t focused.” Charles apologised realising he never apologised.

“It’s alright.” You gave him a smile.

“Charles.” Charles braved and put his hand out for you to shake, you placed your hand back in his telling him your name, before anything else could be exchanged he was pulled away and you went back to the mini photoshoot you were doing to a still amused Lando.

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Let’s say this wasn’t the last time you saw Charles, in fact he became one of the drivers who always posed for you and let you take pictures of him, and the fans had more pictures of Charles to rate in their weekly outfit rating when it came to the drivers.

“Come on, why won’t you take pictures of me?” Charles asked following you around the paddock, you were looking through the pictures you already took of him, and there were quite the few that were perfect, in your opinion.

“Charles I literally took over 50 of you just now, I’m not a Ferrari photographer you know.” You told the monegasque driver and stopped in your tracks suddenly he almost crashed into you, again. “Look at this one, you look so good here.”

“I always look good.” He said with a scoff, you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t admit that he’s right, it’s hard to take a bad picture of him. Charles looked at the picture over your shoulder, he was standing so close to you, you felt his body heat.

“I seriously have to go.” You told the driver, after a moment, looking at your watch. stepping away from the Ferrari driver you turned to face him. “Once I’m done with Ethan I can take more pictures of you.”

“You’re going to take some of Ethan, now?” Charles frowned, his upbeat mode gone, but you didn’t really realise too focused on what you had to do.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Charles.” Charles clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes before he left for Ferrari’s motorhome.

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you were at Ferrari’s motorhome, you were getting food from there that day, Ethan your cousin was in a meeting so you weren’t at Williams’ cafeteria. Taking your food you found the two Ferrari drivers sitting at a table, you smiled to yourself as you watched Charles talk animatedly with Carlos.

“Care if I join you?” You asked the two.

“Yeah, sit down.” Carlos said and Charles groaned with a teasing smile. You glared at the male but sat down next to him.

“It’s great to know that Ferrari has such a welcoming atmosphere.” You said to Carlos ignoring Charles.

“Yeah, this welcome is only for you.” Carlos said and gave Charles a look, the Monegasque kicked his leg under the table. Carlos smirked and shook his head. It didn’t take long before Charles started nicking food from your plate, unlike the duo you weren’t on a strict diet, your plate looked more appetising than his.

“Why are you so annoying, go get your own food.” You said after the fifth fry was stolen from your plate.

“Because annoying you is what I’m best at.” Charles smirked and stole another fry.

“Come on mate, she needs all the food she gets, running around the paddock all day.” Carlos has found himself always amused watching the both of you. Him and Lando have a standing bet on when Charles will confess, the former teammates are waiting for him to get the courage, since you seemed oblivious of Charles’ raging crush on you.

“Honestly Carlos you’re becoming my favourite Ferrari driver.” You said and quickly pulled your plate away from Charles’ attack, your eyes met in a challenge narrowing slightly. Your plate kept moving left and right as Charles’ fork kept coming back.

“How come someone so tiny can be so annoying?” Charles asked giving up on eating from your plate.

“Well I never thought an F1 driver could be stupid but here you are.” Carlos burst out laughing, you bit back a laugh as Charles blinked and stunted.

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Charles heard your laughter before he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile. When he rounded the corner his shoulders deflated and the smile on his face fell away. There you are again taking pictures of Ethan and joking around with the rookie. You’re 80% of the time just taking pictures of him, you both looked close and very comfortable with each other. You had your head thrown back in laughter as you both stood so close looking at the pictures on your camera. There’s nothing that the rookie could do that's this funny, in Charles’ opinion anyway.

“Why won’t you ask her out?” Pierre asked coming up behind his friend, he followed his sight and it fell on the female photographer. The female is well known now in the paddock and she took some crazy good photos of him and Kika last week.

“What are you talking about?” Charles acted confused and turned to walk the way he came from, Pierre followed him, determined to make his friend see reason and admit his feelings. Plus the bet money just doubled as more people also placed their bets.

“Come on now, just because she’s blind doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” Pierre said and rolled his eyes. “You’re going the wrong way.”

Charles stopped and looked around, seeing where he was and where he’s going. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how, okay?”

“You don’t know how…” Pierre was confused.

“I-I’ve never asked a girl out before, they’ve-they’ve always been the ones to approach me first.” Charles mumbled and Pierre couldn’t help but laugh, Charles cursed his friend and went to turn away when Pierre stopped him.

“WAit, wait, just tell her you like her and want to take her out for dinner or something, it’s simple.” Pierre said getting over his laughter when he saw Charles was serious and really didn’t know how to ask you out. “Isn’t she supposed to have a mini photoshoot with you today?” ‘yeah’ “Ask her then.”

“I don’t know.” Charles mumbled.

“Think about it.” Pierre patted his back in encouragement.

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Charles thought about it, he did, but every time he got the courage and told himself to just ask you out, he remembered all the times he’s found you with Ethan, the hugs he’s seen you share after races, the hundreds upon hundreds of pictures you have of him, your professional instagram is filled with the Williams driver. It irked him how the rookie could get you, he hated it, he really did. so he decided to sulk in his driver’s room.

Charles was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. He was laying back on his bed. ‘come in.’

he didn’t expect you to come in, he sat up on the bed. You timidly closed the door behind you but didn’t move further in the room, it’s your first time in a driver’s room that wasn’t your cousin’s.

“I was looking for you, a-are we having the shoot?” For some reason you found yourself nervous, Charles and your relationship has always been light and easy going so the heavy air around you both didn’t make any sense at the moment. “Are you not feeling up to it?”

“I thought you’d take photos of Ethan.” Charles said bitterly, you frowned at his words, he clearly didn’t like your cousin by the way he spat his name.

“No, I finished with him today… Do you not like him or something? Did he do something?” You asked and for those who know that you’re related to Ethan can tell that you’re asking for a place of an older sister, but to Charles it didn’t sound like that.

“No.”

“You can tell me, I’ll tell his mum.” You tried to joke but Charles didn’t react to your words at all, sighing you moved closer to him, he was still on his bed looking up at you. “What has my cousin done now?”

A long moment of silence and recognition flickered over Charles face.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah?” yYou were confused at his confusion now. “What did Ethan do?”

“I- I didn't know he was your cousin.” Charles muttered, you raised an eyebrow with a small smile.

“If not a cousin or a brother then, there’s no way I’d spend that much time taking pictures of a single person if I wasn’t under the threat of family.” You joked and sat on the very edge of the bed besides Charles.

“it - it makes sense.” Charles was talking to himself at the moment he connected the dots, it looked like he was debating something with himself while rethinking all his life decisions. He looked from his fingers up to meet your eyes, your breath hitched in your throat and in this moment you understood why you felt nervous. This is the first time you’ve been completely alone with the Ferrari driver. “Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“W-what?” Your eyes went wide, this came out of nowhere.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Charles has no idea where this courage came out from but the more she took to answer he started to doubt himself.

“A date?” It seemed like the only thing you can get yourself to say is to repeat what he was saying.

“I thought I was stupid.” Charles raised an eyebrow, you jokingly hit his shoulder and glared at him, but as he held your gaze.

“I would like to go on a date with you.” Both your cheeks flushed with colour and suddenly you aren’t able to keep eye contact. “I didn’t know you liked me like that.”

“We’ll, you trapped me the first time we met.” Charles joked remembering the first time you met.

“Me? You literally fell down the first time you saw me.” You replied straight away. “Some would say you fell right in love with me.”

“I don’t know about love, but I really like you.” Again you were left speechless, cheeks pink, you hid your face away from him by leaning your forehead on his shoulder. Charles couldn’t stop himself from hugging you and kissing the side of your head, unknowingly making it worse for you. Taking a deep breath you pulled back and pushed your hair back. “Do you want to take pictures now?”

“I don’t know, you did miss your appointment.”

“You should feel honoured to take pictures of me.”

“I feel sick.”

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Lando will definitely be telling everyone how he was there when Charles fell in love with you.

Carlos and Pierre won the bet.

username here's some of my favourite @/y/ntwt photos of @/charles_leclerc this year

username yn really has been working hard 👏 🤧

username no because what did she say to have him smiling like this!! ART 🙌

username forget what she said, look at how he looks at her (the 2nd pic isn't by her but he's looking at her) 👀👀

username we should all say thank you yn! 🥰🥰

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 39:

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy

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TW: as mentioned before, I’m using Carlos Sainz (and his family) as the baddies. Big baddies. One might think I don’t like him with how I portray him (and his family) and yep, that’s true. I don’t like him. For many, many reasons. But then again: this is fiction. Just because I portray him (and his family) like this, doesn’t mean that they really are like this. If you are a Carlos Sainz fan: I’m sorry, but he’s the bad guy here and it’s only getting worse… that’s it. That’s the warning.

Monza. Home of the Tifosi. It was loud and crowded in front of the hotel. Charles smiled and signed as much as he could, posed for selfie after selfie. Joked with the fans. From the outside it looked like he was the usual charming and sweet boy, Prince of Ferrari, Il predestinato. But I knew him better than that. I saw the sadness in his eyes. The tension in his shoulders. The forced smile. When we walked inside I grabbed his hand and he smiled at me.

"You don’t have to fake a smile for me." I whispered when we entered the elevator and he sighed.

"I know… it’s just, I don’t want anyone to see me just slightly unhappy here…" Charles replied and I nodded.

"I get it. Let’s just stay focused. It’s a race weekend like any other. Just that you look like a McDonalds employee this time." I teased a little and he groaned.

"Oh stop it!" he rolled his eyes but laughed "I like the suit and the livery."

"Oh the livery is amazing! Especially the German flag. You’re sporting it for me? Or maybe a little tribute to Michael?"

I laughed when we walked through the door to our room.

"You’re the worst!" he pushed me down on the bed, caging me in "I should teach you some manners…"

"Oh yeah? Teach me some manners? How are you planning on doing that?" I cocked an eyebrow, while he leaned down, kissing along my jaw down to my ear.

"Easy. I strip you naked, piece by piece, slowly. Kiss every inch I unravel. Worship every body part of yours… and when your squirming because you can’t take it anymore. Trembling from anticipation. Then I stop." he whispered in my ear and I shuddered.

"Charles…" I breathed out.

"Yes, cara mia? What is it…" he chuckled.

"Eww eww eww… god not again!" Joris exclaimed from the door, covering his eyes "If you wanna go and get at it, close the damn door! And then hang up a don’t disturb sign! God!"

"I just had to teach my pretty girl some manners." Charles laughed and I pushed him off of me.

"Nope you did not…" I got up and grabbed my suitcase sitting down on the floor.

"What about you have this very physical conversation as soon as I’m gone?" Joris asked and Charles laughed "Here, Silvia asked me to give you this. It’s your schedule for the next 2 days."

"Oh how fun." he scoffed "More sponsor events… more journalists asking me if this weekend my contract renewal will be announced…"

"Charles…" I turned around and looked at him.

"It’s mostly fan events…" Joris interjected.

"At least something." Charles mumbled, disappearing into the bathroom.

"I didn’t want to ruin his mood." Joris whispered but I shook my head, patting the floor beside me "This whole contract thing is really upsetting him."

"Yeah… it sucks. I honestly don’t know why Ferrari waits this long?" I said and leaned against the bed, Joris doing the same "Do they expect a better driver than Charles to come along all of a sudden?"

"Who would that be? There’s not many that are better? And the ones that might are a notch or two are in damn good teams already?" Joris played with his bracelets, a habit Charles had as well.

"There is no one. And as soon as Ferrari gets that in their head, he’ll get his new contract. Believe me!" I said determined.

"I believe you!" Joris answered and I laughed.

"Now we just have to get Charles into believing me…"

I didn’t see Charles the next two days much, he left the hotel room quite early and returned late at night, exhausted but with a little smile on his face. The Tifosi showered him with love and appreciation, something he needed dearly.

"I’m sorry that I was almost gone entirely the last two days…" Charles said when we got up on Thursday, getting ready for media day.

"It’s okay. I was busy myself." not true. I was staying mostly in the hotel room, feeling sick.

"You guys had some events, too?" he asked and I nodded, when my stomach cramped again.

"Umm- yeah…" I said, trying not to hiss in pain, only succeeding halfway.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked as I held my stomach.

"Yeah. It’s nothing." I smiled a little "Really. Just my stomach’s a little rebelling."

"Are you sure? You look a little pale?"

"Don’t worry. I’m fine." I reassured him.

"Okay…"

"Charles. Stop looking at me like that…" I sighed as a wave of nausea hit me. I held up my hand and ran into the bathroom, throwing up.

"Cara mia!" Charles followed me and I got up from the floor "You stay here. I get you some meds."

"Don’t be silly. It’s just a stomach bug!" I rinsed my mouth and wiped my face "Give me 5 minutes and I’m ready to go."

"You should stay in!"

"I probably just ate something wrong, my stomach is a little sensitive." I waved him off and he walked back out hesitantly "5 minutes!"

"Okay…" he sighed and I washed my face. The sandwich at the truck stop. That’s what it must’ve been. It looked half dead. But I ate it anyways. I brushed my teeth, then dried my face and brushed my hair "Alright. Almost done." I smiled at him, stepping out of the bathroom putting on a hoodie and some sunglasses.

"If you feel worse, you tell me, okay?" Charles insisted, grabbing his phone and sunglasses.

"Promise." I walked past him, opening the door when he stopped me "What?"

"Didn’t you forget something?" he cocked an eyebrow and I though about what he meant, he sighed after a moment, pulling me in and kissed me. I tried to push him away, but he held on tight to me.

"Charles! I just threw up." I said but he laughed.

"You brushed your teeth? And I also don’t care." he put his lips on mine again "I kiss you whenever I want to."

"For fucks sake! Close your damn door!" Joris groaned, standing in the doorway.

"Stop bitching around, Trouchie." I laughed nudging him with my shoulder.

"Trouchie?" he grimaced.

"Doesn’t it sound cute?" I winked at him.

"It’s sounds like I’m a dog… so no. Not cute." he mumbled.

"Oh come on, Trouchie. Don’t be sour." Charles laughed and it was one of the very few genuine laughs of the recent days. Joris realised it too and chuckled along.

"Alright… Trouchie it is." he sighed as we stepped into elevator.

"Trouchie… sounds really cute…" Charles said quietly, putting his arm around my shoulders as we made our way downstairs.

"It does." I agreed when the elevator door opened on the floor beneath us and Elijah stepped in. Two guys by his side.

"Lizzie, Charles, Joris. Meet Dave and Aaron. Our new camera and sound guys." he introduced them and I nodded tightlipped .

"Hey guys, nice to meet you." Charles said.

"An honour to meet you guys." Dave said.

"We’re excited to follow you along a little." Aaron smiled at me and I forced out a smile.

Charles pinched my side a little.

"Yeah… nice to meet you guys." I said, feeling Charles gently stroking my side.

"Alright, I don’t know what Julie told you. But this weekend we’re just silent followers. We just film you, but no questions, no direct interacting with us. Just you and what you’re doing and us filming it." Elijah explained and I nodded.

I could live with that, I thought as the elevator doors opened and we could hear the screams of Charles’ fans outside. He looked a little worried for a moment but then put on his smile again and we walked outside. Some fans of my own were waiting as well and I did my best to take selfies with each and every one, signing as many stuff as possible, accepting a whole bunch of little fan gifts. Bracelets, puppets, paintings. It got more and more crowded and as I hugged a young girl, thanking her for a bracelet Joris tapped my shoulder, nodding his head towards the cars.

"Thank you guys!!" I smiled at my fans and the then waved one last time before I followed Joris to the car, looking at him confused.

"Sorry, but it got quite full there and Charles is a little worried… after last year." he said and I sighed, turning around. Looking at Charles who was practically swarmed by his fans, looking over at me.

"Thanks for waiting until I was done at least." I sighed.

"Your fans are more than happy, you gave every single one of them your attention." Joris said and I nodded, climbing into the van.

"Least I can do." I mumbled leaning my head back, my stomach still feeling a little off.

"Let’s go." Charles said a couple of minutes later, when he sat down next to me "Hey sleepy head."

"I’m awake." I yawned a little and he chuckled, pulling me to his side "You didn’t have to send Joris to look after me. I was doing just fine."

"I don’t trust them around you anymore… not after last year…" he answered simply and I sighed "I protect what I love."

"You’re so cheesy, Charlie bear."

Charles POV:

Contract renewal here. Contract renewal there. It seemed like there was not any other thing on their mind than when Ferrari will announce my and Carlos contract renewal. A part of me wanted nothing more than to answer that at the moment there wasn’t even talks about this topic happening. That I didn’t know myself if I would drive for Ferrari after next season. But I knew that I would only make things worse so I smiled. Said that we’re focusing on our races. That that was important. Everything else can be discussed later. But I saw the faces of the journalists, knew they weren’t happy with the answer. I watched a clip of Jacques Villeneuve talking with Canal+ about the contractual situation and how he thinks that if Ferrari won’t announce the renewal of my contract here in Monza, he’s not sure if there will even be a renewal at all. I swallowed hard.

"What’s up?" Pierre sat down next to me and I looked up.

"Hmm?"

"I asked what’s up?" he repeated and I sighed a little.

"Not much. Preparing for my interview with Canal+."

"They love you, don’t worry." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Not all of them." I scoffed.

"Most of them."

"Yeah. Have you seen Lizzie?" I checked my phone, still no reply from her.

"Not since the media pen?" Pierre cocked an eyebrow.

"Okay…" I texted her again when Mia waved me over "I have to go, when you see Lizzie…"

"I’ll tell her to text or call you."

"Thanks mate." I got up and followed Mia.

"It’s just a quick one, how’s the season so far. What they can expect this weekend." she explained and I sighed.

"What they can expect this weekend? I mean… it’s Monza!" I said and she smiled.

"Exactly, it’s Monza." she replied right as I got a text from Lizzie.

"Are we done after the interview?"

"Yeah, we are."

"Good." I said, I replied to Lizzie’s text and then followed Mia the interview, that luckily didn’t take long and thankfully my contractual situation wasn’t brought up.

"That’s it for today then, see you tomorrow." Mia waved at Lizzie when she saw her approaching us.

"Ready to leave?" I asked her and she nodded "Alright, then let’s go."

Friday went well. The practice sessions looked promising, although Carlos found little tenths and hundredths here and there to be slightly quicker than me, so I decided to stay late. Went through the data. Watched my laps again and again. Just to find that little extra bit of performance. And when quali came, I was sure I could put it on pole today. The cheers of the Tifosi around the track elevated me. But it didn’t work out as planned. The lap times weren’t as good as I’d hoped they would be. And by the end of the session I knew it wasn’t enough.

"And that’s P3. Good job."

"Yeah. Congrats to Carlos. He did a good job." I fucked up. Quali. The one thing I used to be good at. And then in Monza out of all places "Where’s Lizzie?"

"P10."

Fuck. At least we would be both in a bad mood tonight then.

I returned to the pits and parked my car, getting out and looked around. Lizzie’s car already in her garage, but no sign of her. I sighed and congratulated Carlos and Max, but couldn’t help looking for Lizzie. I did my interview and when we returned back to the pit lane I walked to her garage.

"Where’s Lizzie?" I asked Pete who talked with Felix and two other engineers.

"Umm- she’s cooling off a little." Pete said and I cocked an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"There was a little situation on track…" Pete said right as Lizzie walked in from the back.

"Hey, what happened?" I walked towards her, seeing her eyes slightly red and swollen.

"I’m stupid. That’s what happened. I drove like a fucking rookie, got a flat spot and fucked up everything for us." she said, he voice bitter "I’m sorry that I wasn’t out there for you…"

"It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay! I was worried there for a second when you were nowhere to be seen…" I cupped her cheek and kissed her gently "Let’s sulk together later on, okay?"

"I’m sorry that you couldn’t put it on pole today… here…" she whispered and I sighed.

"Yeah. It’s like this, I wasn’t good enough today…" I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"You’ll be tomorrow!" she kissed my cheek "And now off you go. Julie waits for me… interview time… yay."

I left as well, making my way back to our garage, getting ready for the interviews myself.

"I love Monza." Charles whispered when we walked back to our garages after the national anthem. The crowd cheering for Ferrari. The hometown hero’s.

"It’s always special here, that’s for sure." I said.

"See you later, cara mia." he said, pulling me into him "Tonight we’ll celebrate."

"You think so?" I mumbled but he nodded.

"Yeah. I know so." he squeezed my waist a little and then left, getting ready for the race.

"Ready?" JK asked, handing me my water.

"Always." I nodded and we walked to my car.

"Lizzie. Ready to show them how to race?" Matt asked, wiggling his eyebrows and I laughed.

"Sure. Let’s put this car on the top step, then?" I chuckled and he nodded.

"That’s the spirit." he grinned as JK handed me my balaclava first and then my helmet.

As soon as I was strapped in I tested everything and gave Matt the all clear.

Formation lap. Aborted formation lap. Another formation lap. Race delay. Formation lap. Race start. This time for real. Lights out and away we go. I had a good start, overtaking Norris and Lewis right at the start. The next three laps and I managed to overtake Oscar. And soon after that I saw an opportunity to go round the inside on Alex, overtaking him in lap 7.

"You’re doing amazing Lizzie. Already P6. Well done." Pete radioed.

"The car is on fire today." I cheered, happy with the performance.

The pit stop was great. 2.2 seconds. I came out right in the anticipated gap. The hard tyres worked amazing and soon after I knocked on George’s door. The gap behind me got bigger with each lap. But I couldn’t catch up to who ever was in front of me.

"Gap to Charles 3.9 seconds." Pete radioed and I looked up at the screens. Watching Charles and Sainz battling hard.

"Are they allowed to battle it out?" I asked.

"Lizzie, focus on your own race and stop watching the screens."

"Sorry…"

I had to chuckle a little, imagining Pete’s annoyed face, shaking his head, forehead wrinkled. I was lost in my thoughts when I saw the checkered flag being waved.

"It’s over?" I asked surprised.

"It’s over. P5! What a race Lizzie! Amazing job!"

"Thanks Pete! Thanks team! The car was amazing today! Amazing pitstop! Awesome guys! Really!" I followed the cars in front back into the pit lane and watched Charles celebrating a little with his team before he made his way towards me.

"P10 to P5! Amazing race, cara mia." he helped me out and when I sat my helmet down he engulfed me in a big hug.

"Sorry that you lost your podium spot. You had more pace in the end, no?" I said but he only shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, but it was a good race! So it’s okay!" he smiled and I nodded following him back to Max and Co.

"Good race, Max, congrats!" I hugged him.

"Thanks Lizzie." he smiled and I nudged Perez a little before I walked inside, getting my weighing done.

"Alright. See you in a bit?" I said to Charles and he nodded, leaving towards the Ferrari garage, while I walked back to mine. Valtteri already waiting for me.

"What a race, kiddo!" he hugged me and I smiled.

"Same for you! P7! 10 positions! Damn!"

"Yeah, I can do good sometimes." he chuckled as we walked inside and I sat down for a moment, watching some race highlights.

"Looked a little heated between Charles and Carlos?" Valtteri asked and I nodded.

"I think they just both wanted that podium damn much." I chuckled as Julie waved me over to follow her out the back of the garage, where a little commotion had formed. I looked up and saw Sainz senior talking with a reporter in Spanish about his son’s amazing weekend and how he did one hell of a job during the race, showing how to tame the Red Bulls. I scoffed and he looked up. He then turned to the reporter again, continuing the praise for his son in English.

"Lizzie? Ready for the media pen?" Julie asked and I nodded, following her, just to hear Sainz senior saying what a shame it was that Charles almost ruined the whole weekend with his reckless driving at the end. Just because he was too greedy and couldn’t accept that his son was simply better this weekend. I wanted to turn around but Julie held my arm and kept walking.

"Ignore him. We all know that this is not what happened, okay? Just calm down!" she whispered and I sighed.

"He’s an asshole." I replied.

"Not gonna argue on this with you." Julie nodded towards the first reporter on the left and I stepped closer.

"You didn’t congratulate Carlos, because he beat Charles?" the first question and I already was done. The reporter from ESPN Spain looked at me, grinning.

"I congratulated the winner, as always. Since when do we have to congratulate the third place? But if you want to put it like that, I didn’t congratulate Carlos because when he had the chance to help Charles, he didn’t do it, he was looking for his own race as always, but then he later complained that Charles didn’t help him by holding up Checo… and then when it was clear that Charles had more pace, he didn’t let him pass, complaining again, not wanting them to let them battle it out, because he knew he wouldn’t win."

"That’s a strong opinion."

"Yep. But it’s my opinion. Period." Was everything I said true? I didn’t know. But I didn’t care. The reporter pissed me off beyond believe and I couldn’t care less.

"Carlos was better the whole weekend and then most of the race, so don’t you think he deserved the podium more?"

"What is this now? Are we talking about Sainz or my race? If you have questions for me about my race and my team, ask them, otherwise, we’re done." I was beyond pissed.

"You couldn’t quite catch up to the Ferraris there, Charles and most definitely Carlos were faster, but did you expect the gap to be this big?" he asked, a fake smile on his face.

"As anticipated, Ferrari was faster, yes. I knew fighting with either one of them would only cost me my tyres so I refrained from doing that, managed my tyres well…"

"You saw the battle between Carlos and Charles in front. Did you think at one point they maybe will take each other out? Opening the door for you?"

"No, they both know how to race, know when to hold back. I didn’t expect anything to happen that’s why I didn’t push."

"Was it right from Charles to attack Carlos like this?"

"We are racing drivers. We want to win. We want to fight for any position. And that’s what that was. They fought for the last spot on the podium. Everyone would’ve done that…" I said.

"Thanks Lizzie."

"Yup." I walked away rolling my eyes "Can I boycott the Spanish media?"

"Unfortunately not. We have another one from Spain, sorry." Julie said, patting my arm as we walked to the next interview.

I watched Charles the whole time, trying to focus on him, instead of the stupid questions. He looked happy. His eyes had this natural spark back, that was missing for some time now. Today was a good day. He had fun. We were about to walk out of the media pen when Charles turned and looked at me, saying something to the reporter and then leaving, coming straight to us.

"Pretty girl." he smiled and kissed me, right in front of everyone.

"What’s gotten into you." I whispered when he let go of me and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I had fun today. Sure, being on the podium would’ve been better. But yeah. It’s like this. And you did amazing!"

"When you’re happy, then I’m happy!" I smiled and he nodded.

"Tomorrow we deserve a little treat…"

"When you’re thinking what I’m thinking…" I smiled brightly.

"Rossella will be happy to see you!" Charles laughed.

"Not as happy as me."

As soon as we arrived in Charles flat in Maranello he had to leave, Ferrari business, leaving Joris and me at the flat.

"Did you see that?" Joris said after a long period of silence and I almost flinched. He showed me his iPad.

"What am I looking at?" I asked sitting up and taking the iPad "You’ve got to be kidding me? No? She did not? Joris look what else she liked?" I was fuming when I saw the Tweets Carlos mother liked. Mostly all targeting Charles. But also some slightly against our family. I threw the iPad on the bed and got up.

"Lizzie? Where are you going?" Joris asked as I was putting on my shoes.

"This family is the worst! They’re fucking toxic! Ugh! I hate them!" I said and walked out of Charles flat, Joris following me.

"I’m not arguing with you on that, but where are we going?" Joris asked again and I got into the car "Lizzie?"

"I’m having a word with Carlos!" I said and turned on the road towards the Ferrari faculties.

"No! NO! Lizzie that’s not a good idea!" Joris pleaded.

"No, Joris it’s enough! Insulting Charles? Nothing new, unfortunately, but now they’re coming for his family? This stops now!" I was fuming.

"Lizzie…" Joris tried again after a while but I shook my head.

"No. I’m sick of them. All of them." I said when I turned onto the driveway leading to the gate "Ciao Antonio! How’s the baby?" I charmed the guard and he smiled at me.

"Oh, he’s doing wonderful! Thanks for asking! What can I do for you, Lizzie?" he smiled at me.

"Charles forgot some of his stuff and he also has my purse!" I lied and Antonio was unsure for a second "I’ll just throw his stuff in his car and get my wallet out, I have a spare key."

"Alright, sure!" he said and opened the gate.

"Thank you! And say Rosa and little Frederico hi from me!" I smiled and drove off.

"Lizzie, please think for a second here!" Joris sighed as I parked next to Charles car.

"I am thinking! But I’ve kept quiet even when the Spanish press tried to provoke me yesterday, even after the things the old man said yesterday standing right behind my back! But it’s enough!" I looked at my phone, checking the last message Charles sent me "He said the last meeting should finish at 4, perfect timing then." It was 15:58.

I kept scrolling through my phone, seeing all the hate there was going on and a new wave of anger hit me when I saw the Tweet from Ferrari, celebrating "the best podium of the season". Charles had won a race with their shit box of a car. Yet the best podium was a P3. I saw Carlos senior and then Carlos cousin walking out, talking and laughing, looking at their phones. Carlos junior walked out behind them, together with his race engineer, who said his goodbye and walked into the building on the right. Mattia walked out with Charles, who looked worried. Charles shook his head and walked then to Xavi and Mia, standing on the left. I took a deep breath, as Mattia walked up to the 3 Carloses.

"Lizzie, please, please, please! Don’t do it! Not here!" Joris pleaded again.

"Here is perfect, no cameras, no public! In the paddock everyone will listen!" I got out of the car, slamming the door shut and walked straight ahead to Carlos. The 4 men looked at me confused but I just smiled.

"Gentlemen, can I borrow Carlos for a moment? Junior!" I said and Carlos nodded and followed me as I walked back.

"What’s up?" his voice was indifferent, his eyes cold.

"Look, you and I, we don’t get along. That’s fine by me. You do you and I do me. All good. But this is going too far, Carlos. I know how Charles is treated by the Spanish media, mostly fuelled by your family, no, I’m not done yet. Criticism against Charles, I can deal with. But your mother, don’t interrupt me. Your mother liking all this nasty tweets, saying he has no honour? He? Out of all people? And the Tweets insulting his family? This doesn’t look good on you! Think about what the Tifosi will think! I’m asking you kindly to tell your mother and your father to stop with this bullshit. This is nothing Ferrari needs now…" I tried to reason with him but he just scoffed.

"What? Now it’s not okay anymore to openly criticise? After you’ve been doing it since last year? Oh right, it’s because now it is against Charles. You use every chance you can get to bad mouth me, but now you come here, telling me to tell my parents what to do, because your boyfriend is being attacked? No, I don’t think so." he sneered and I inhaled deeply to calm myself down.

"Oh, Carlos, you really think you’re living in my head rent free, do you? I’m not using any chance I can get to bad mouth you. I only answer questions that I get asked about you, I never bring you up myself, I don’t have to constantly drag you through the mud. Unlike you. And I never, not once attacked your family or you as a person, only you as a driver. And my criticism was justified, every single time. You and your family on the other hand, you use every opportunity to talk Charles down, now our family. This is why I’m asking you kindly to stop. There is only so little I will tolerate otherwise I’ll speak up myself." I really tried my best to not snap, to be reasonable with Carlos.

"I’m not telling my parents what to do. And we’re done." he said and walked back to his father and cousin, Mattia left. As I looked to the side where Charles stood, I saw Mattia talking to him now as he looked at me, confused. He shook his head and made his way over to me, looking mad.

"What are you doing here Lizzie?" he spoke French. Never a good sign.

"I had to talk to Carlos." I answered.

"What? You can’t just come here? How did you even get in here?" he looked at the car "Joris?" the passenger door opened and Joris walked around the car slowly "Whatever you’re doing here, you gotta go! Mattia is fuming why a driver of a rival team is standing in the courtyard of our facilities! What were you thinking?"

"I had to talk to Carlos." I repeated and Charles groaned.

"Then send him a text! You two. Go. Now! Whatever it is you need to talk with him about, it surely isn’t that important for you getting a reprimand from the FIA!" I looked at him "Yes! Mattia told me, if you’re not leaving immediately he will file a complaint to the FIA. So please, please cara mia, go! Nothing they could’ve said or done is worth the trouble! I don’t care when they say shit about me."

"And what about your mum? Your entire family?" I snapped at the grin on the 3 Spaniards faces.

"What?" Charles looked flabbergasted.

"It’s not just about you anymore…" I began but I could hear Carlos’ cousin laughing, saying something like Il predestinato looks more like Il pathetico.

"What did you just say?" I asked him and ignored Charles pleading look "Say it again." I walked over to them, stopping right in front of him.

"I didn’t say anything to you, I was having a conversation with my family." he said with a fake smile "And if I were you, I would leave now, or do you want to be removed by the security?"

"No one is removing anyone by the security!" Charles said, appearing next to me on my left.

"I heard Mattia clearly saying that if she won’t leave on her own, he will make her." Sainz senior said then he turned back to his son and nephew and continued in Spanish "She should go back in the kitchen and cook her man a meal." they were laughing and I was seething, not wanting to show them that I understood every single word.

"We should state in the new contract that she’s banned from all Ferrari facilities on and off track!" Carlos cousin suggested and my eyes widened, new contract?

"Lizzie, let’s go!" Charles whispered and the three Spaniards laughed.

"He should learn to tame his bitch!" Sainz senior said and I snapped, I turned around and punched my fist as hard as I could into his face, pain erupting in my knuckles. I was shocked, breathing ragged. I turned to my left, apologetic look towards Charles, but he was held back by a struggling Joris. Charles didn’t speak Spanish? Of course puta… almost similar to pute in French.

"Don’t you dare call her a bitch!" Charles face was red "Joris, let go of me!"

"Charles, stop!" Mattia appeared and with him two security guards.

"He’s not calling my girlfriend a bitch!" Charles said to him but Mattia only shook his head.

"Enough! Lizzie, leave the premises now. You’re banned from our facilities from now on." he turned to Sainz senior who was held by Carlos’ cousin, bloody lip and nose, both shooting daggers at me with their eyes, Carlos jr. only stood there looking shocked.

I grabbed Charles hand and pulled him towards the car, pushed him onto the passenger seat, took his car keys out of his pocket and closed the door, the throbbing in my hand getting worse with every second.

"You’re taking the Pista." I threw the keys at Joris who looked at me with big eyes "Joris! You need the car tonight! So please, just drive it!" he nodded and walked off. I spared one last look at the 3 Sainz men and Mattia and got into the car, revved the engine and drove off.

The whole drive to Charles flat was silent. The only sound was Charles staggered breathing. I parked the car and waited, he didn’t say anything. So I got out and waited for him. Back in his flat he left straight into the bedroom and I flinched when the door slammed shut, followed by a loud bang. I stood like petrified in the hallway. After a minute Joris walked in.

"Where’s…" he began but I only nodded my head in the direction of the bedroom and walked into the living room sitting down on the sofa, arms on my knees, head in my hands.

"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Joris asked me and I looked up "You’re really pale? And… oh fuck! Shit! Lizzie!" he almost shouted it and I flinched, the bedroom door opening "Fuck! Charles! We need ice and clean water and…" he ran off into the kitchen and Charles was at the sofa in 3 long strides.

"Oh my god! Lizzie! Why didn’t you say anything?" he kneeled down, gently taking my right hand into his and I looked down. Pain erupting. My knuckles were bruised and bloody. Swollen. Almost unrecognisable.

"Cara mia? Hey? Look at me!" Charles looked at me and I took a deep breath "How much does it hurt?"

"I don’t know? A lot?" I whispered and he kissed my forehead.

"Here, let’s clean it up first. And then… I don’t even know if cooling will help. Charles we should get her to the hospital." Joris said as Charles gently washed the blood away and I flinched and hissed in pain.

"I’m sorry! Almost done, okay?" Charles continued and I felt tears stinging my eyes. He gently wrapped a towel around my hand and put the ice pack on top "We’ll get you to the hospital. No, Lizzie! We can’t risk anything!" he got up and helped me to stand "Come on!"

Charles POV:

"One broken, two sprained… the doctor said the break was in a position where it will heal fast. He said with the right bandage she should be able to drive. Yeah… umm. Yeah, straight in the face. I don’t know, I don’t speak Spanish, but he called her a bitch, that I understood. I don’t know, Pops. Alright, yeah, you too. Love you guys!" I hung up and saw how Lizzie stared down at her heavily bandaged hand "How’s the pain?"

"Manageable." she answered and I sat down next to her "I’m sorry." she whispered and I looked at her "I shouldn’t have come to the facility, shouldn’t talk to Carlos, shouldn’t listen to them. I made it only worse for you. I’m sorry." she sniffled a little and I pulled her in my lap, taking care to not touch her hand.

"You defended me, like a lioness. Don’t apologise for that?" I said and she looked at me with her teary eyes "As long as I have you by my side nothing they say could ever affect me! I should be the one apologising, I didn’t even realise how badly injured you were! I just ignored everything that happened, walked back in here and left you alone while you were in pain and hurt."

"Charles, you don’t have to apologise either… you were mad at me, rightfully so, and then you were a little shocked yourself." she answered and I shook my head.

"Still, the first thing after such an altercation should be checking on my girlfriend…" I mumbled and she kissed my cheek.

"It’s okay, really! But Charles… they- they were talking about a new contract for Carlos…" she whispered and I swallowed hard.

"I don’t concentrate on contracts at the moment, cara mia! That is not important!" I answered and kissed her temple "What else did he say? I know you, you wouldn’t snap when someone calls you a bitch?"

"I’m having more self-control than you then?" she said and I chuckled but I still wanted an answer "First he said I should go home to the kitchen and cook you a meal and then he said that you should learn how to tame your bitch." I looked at her in utter disgust, whole body tensed up.

"The next time I see him, I kick his ass! Fucking asshole!" I was fuming but she laid her healthy hand on my cheek and made me look at her.

"You’re not doing such thing, you show it on track! You’re showing them on track that he will never be as good as you!" I looked at her for a while and then kissed her.

"God, I love you so much, Lizzie!" I mumbled between kisses and couldn’t stop smiling.

"I love you too, my most honourable man!"

I woke up and silenced my alarm immediately, looking over at Lizzie, her hand heavily bandaged propped up on a pillow, dark circles around her eyes, but still she looked like the most beautiful girl to me. I got up quietly and took a shower, dressed up. Ready to face the consequences. Ready to face Mattia and Co. after yesterday. I expected some reprimanding words, maybe even some threats. But I wouldn’t budge. Lizzie shouldn’t have been there, that was true. But everything that happened afterwards? What Sainz sr. said? It all was unacceptable. And I didn’t care what they had to say. I leaned down, kissing Lizzie’s forehead when she stirred a little, her eyes opening slowly.

"Hey…" she mumbled and I tucked a stray strand of hair out of her face "Your up early?"

"Not that early actually. But I gotta go. I need to talk to Mattia and the rest of the team." I whispered and her face scrunched up.

"I’m sorry… for causing so much trouble for you. Right at a time like this." she sounded sad, so I sat down at the edge of the bed.

"You fought for me, Lizzie. I’m not mad or anything! What you did yesterday… how you stood up for me? My- our family? I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I want you to take it easy today, okay? Sleep in. Have a nice breakfast, I prepared you something, lean back and do nothing, okay?" I kissed her hand carefully and she nodded "Alright, I gotta go now."

"Not without a kiss!" she whined and I leaned down, kissing her "Thank you."

"I love you." I whispered against her lips and she smiled.

"I love you more."

"Not possible, but okay." I laughed and got up "I see you later. And really take it easy today, okay?"

"I will! Go now! I want to sleep."

I walked out the bed room chuckling, grabbing my stuff and left.

The moment I entered the premises I knew something was going on. Something I didn’t like. I walked inside the office building, Silvia already waiting for me.

"We have a problem." she said and I sighed.

"Good morning to you too." I pressed out.

"Charles, this isn’t the time for jokes. What Lizzie did yesterday? That will damage our brand massively!" her voice was to shrill for this early at the the day.

"She punched a misogynistic asshole? What’s the big deal? He can be glad that it was Lizzie and not me." I said and Silvia clicked her tongue.

"Yeah well, I’m glad it wasn’t you because I have no idea how we could make this right in the media." she almost hissed and I looked at her.

"Media? Silvia no one knows about it." I rolled my eyes and she scoffed.

"Oh yeah? Well there were some school classes here yesterday… and someone filmed it all…" she began and I took my phone out. It was everywhere. To think no one would find out about it, because it happened in the Ferrari faculties where no one was allowed to film, was wrong. The video was without sound. It looked like Lizzie just had punched him for no reason. The internet going crazy.

"You see? We have to deal with your girlfriend’s wrongdoing!" Silvia said and my head snapped up.

"Wrongdoing? Are you serious? You as a woman should be furious about what he said! I can’t believe you!" I was furious.

"Allegedly said… do you speak Spanish? No. Mattia said they were speaking Spanish. Since when does Lizzie speak Spanish? There is no proof that Señor Sainz said what Lizzie accused him off!" she stated matter of factly and I lost it.

"I WAS THERE TOO. I heard what he said! And I don’t need to speak Spanish to understand the word puta!" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"Charles. Enough. We have to deal with this now. We have to wait if Sainz Senior will press charges."

"Press charges?" I repeated.

"Press charges."

I swallowed hard. Ridiculous.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"No, not whatever. Mattia is still considering to file a complaint about Lizzie being here in the first place." Silvia said and I took a deep breath.

"I’m only saying this once, Silvia. This ends here. Leave Lizzie alone. Otherwise I’m posting about what really happened. What Sainz said to Lizzie… and then we’ll see what this does to our brand. When you’re backing a misogynist ass." I walked off. Hands trembling.

I didn’t listen properly in any of the meetings. Didn’t look at Mattia, Silvia or Carlos. Didn’t talk to anyone.

"Charles?" Mia waved her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah? Sorry, I was a bist lost there…" I replied and she nodded.

"We’re done for today…" she smiled and I looked around Carlos talking to Mattia and Silvia, the rest of the team gone.

"Finally." I sighed and got up, left before anyone could stop me again. I just wanted to go home. Away from here. Not the first time in the last weeks.

I unlocked the door. The flat was quiet. Only a faint sniffle in the living room.

"Lizzie?" I asked, throwing my keys on the sideboard and walking inside.

She sat on the floor, her back to me, soft sobs making her shake.

"I’m fine…" she sniffled, not turning around.

"What happened?" I whispered and kneeled down next to her but she only shook her head. I gently grabbed her chin and lifted her head up, eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down her face "Lizzie? What happened?" I looked down at the shattered iPad and glass bottle, droplets of blood on it.

"I’m sorry, Charles! I swear I didn’t want this all to happen!" she whispered and I looked at her confused "It’s everywhere, they’re spinning lies about you now. Many want Ferrari to terminate your contract!"

I took the iPad and read through some articles and comments, although it wasn’t easy with how shattered the screen was.

"I don’t care what they write, okay?" I got up and gently scooped her up, careful to not let her touch the shards on the floor. I walked into the kitchen and sat her down on the island, looked at the cuts on her hand. It wasn’t deep, thank god, I soaked a couple of paper towels and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and stood in front of her, gently wiping the blood away, looking for any shards in the cut. I pad dried it and looked for a band aid. Lizzie sniffled a little then she chuckled and I looked up looking at her questioningly.

"That reminds me of Christmas, 3 years ago…" she whispered and I smiled, the memories replaying in my head "I’m sorry, for being such a mess." I sticked the band aid on the cut and gently cradled her face between my hands.

"But you’re my mess, got it?" I kissed her forehead and she giggled a little "I love you, no matter what they’re writing and no matter what’s going to happen, okay?"

"I love you, too." she whispered and I hugged her close. Never letting her go.

"Ouch!" I huffed out and JK grimaced a little.

"I know it hurts, but if you want to drive in Singapore…" he said, pulling a little at the rubber band.

"I know… but it still hurts like a bitch…" I mumbled.

"I know Liz, but you’re doing great. Really great." JK encouraged me and I clenched my teeth, doing everything to power through with the exercise "Just another 30 seconds and we’re good…" he counted down and as soon as he reached zero he stopped pulling at the rubber band and I let go "Well done."

"You know what’s funny? I don’t even know if I’m allowed to drive…" I said bitterly and JK turned around, looking at me with big eyes "Apparently Mattia and the Sainz clan filed a complain at the FIA. For entering the premises of a rival team. For trespassing. Oh and of course assault…"

"Assault? Because you punched him? Did he pressed charges?" he asked.

"Silvia said to Charles that he’s thinking about it…" I shrugged my shoulders

"What a cunt…" JK let out under his breath and I scoffed a little "I know, I know, not a word for you posh British accent speaker…"

"Very funny!" I threw my hoodie at him when Charles walked in with Andrea, back from their run.

"We never have that much fun training…" Charles grumbled, kissing my cheek "Sorry, I’m sweaty."

"Break your hand and we’ll train it for a bit. Until then, stop whining." Andrea said matter of factly, gently taking my injured hand in his, looking at the fingers "Looks way better…"

"It is. I say I can drive easily next week…" I smiled and he nodded "I mean if I’m allowed to, of course."

"Oh cara mia, stop it. It’s going to be just fine, okay?" Charles sat down next to me and I nodded a little "I told them that if they don’t stop this bullshit, I will release a statement, saying exactly what he said to you… and then they can deal with a new shitstorm."

"You should’ve hit him harder, for what he said, honestly…" JK stated.

"You should’ve kicked his balls." Andrea said and I almost choked on my water.

"Andrea!" I coughed and we laughed.

"He’s right. You really should’ve kicked his balls. Or punch his throat!" JK wiggled his eyebrows.

"Stop it, will ya? Damn!" I laughed.

"Okay, okay!" he held up his hands and chuckled "We’re done for today. I see you guys tomorrow at the airport." he grabbed his bag and left.

"I’m leaving as well. I’m not done packing!" Andrea kissed my cheek and followed JK.

"And then there were only two." Charles said and I sat back down on the sofa "How’s your hand?"

"It’s better. JK did an amazing job! I think driving shouldn’t be a problem." I yawned a little.

"And how’s your back? Don’t look at me like that!"

"It’s fine! I just have to train a little harder! But it’s all good. I’m good. I just want to leave. Stop hiding away. Go to Singapore and race. Maybe crush Sainz on track, but yeah…" I looked at my bandaged hand and Charles carefully took it in his.

"You’ll do great in Singapore. I know it."

"You’ll do better. I know it."

The moment we touched ground in Singapore I wanted to leave immediately. Go back home. Hiding. Fans and journalists were bombarding me with question after question about what happened in Maranello. The interview at one of the biggest radio stations in Singapore had to be stopped because the only question I was asked was why I was at the Ferrari factory and why I just hit Sainz senior. He was a motorsport legend. I should have respect. I returned to the hotel room, falling face first into the pillows. Charles next to me, gently turning me a little.

"Hey." I hummed.

"Hi pretty girl." he whispered "You’re really pale…"

"I’m still having this stupid stomach bug, or have it again? I don’t know… this whole drama is really messing with my appetite…" I sighed, closing my eyes "And I’m getting a headache… I hate this all. I just want to say what really happened. But who would believe me? Who would believe you?"

"Hey, come here." Charles gently pulled me up "I don’t care what is said out there, okay? We know what happened. We don’t care what the rest of the world thinks what happened, okay?"

"Okay…" I whispered.

"What about a nice, hot bath. Something to eat, maybe some mashed potatoes? Rice? Soup. Something light for your stomach? And then we’ll go to bed. We ignore the outside world."

"I really want to ignore the outside world… I’m just afraid they won’t let us ignore it…"

"Well, we don’t give a fuck then!" Charles got up and disappeared into the bathroom, where I heard him starting the bath "Come on now, cara mia. Let’s start ignoring the outside world."

"Ignoring the outside world my ass…" I mumbled after walking away from the second journalist, asking only questions about what happened in Maranello.

"What does that mean?" Julie asked but I shook my head.

"Please tell me I don’t have to go to any Spanish outlet." I pleaded but she looked at me apologetically "Great. Just great."

It was the same reporter like in Monza. I just knew that this wouldn’t end great.

"Lizzie. Lots of drama surrounding you lately." he began and I laughed "Can you maybe tell us why you punched Carlos Sainz senior? It looked like you were having a conversation and then straight up punched him for no reason."

"I don’t run around and punch people for no reason."

"So what made you do it then?"

"He said some not so nice things. And I don’t have to accept everything that’s coming out of his mouth. Although I know that violence never is the answer. I just short circuited and reacted. Which doesn’t make it right, I know, but it happened."

"But what made you short circuit?" he didn’t let go "We all know that you’re rather impulsive. And we also know that you attract drama like no other driver on the grid, just looking at the last months. The rumours about your nephew. Your short temper. An alleged stalker who allegedly tried to kill you. The list goes on…"

I looked at him. Alleged stalker? Allegedly tried to kill me?

"Fuck this shit. I’m done." I left. Didn’t look at Julie. Didn’t look at anyone.

"Lizzie?" Pierre shouted after me but I just kept on walking, leaving the paddock and this whole bullshit behind me.

Chapter 39 - drama, baby, drama! What can I say 🤷🏻‍♀️ Singapore is next… and as we all know what happened in real life… prepare yourself for what’s happening here…

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omg the recent charles photos🥵 What would it be like to photograph him or even model with him... I would die

Omg please I’d die in both scenarios 😩

When Charles introduced himself to you, your hands were already itching to place them on his strong shoulders, on his chest or loop your arms around him. All for the pictures, of course. His charming smile and his hand shaking yours firmly had caused the fire to pool in the pit of your stomach already. Dressed in fishnets, stiletto’s and a short, leather skirt with atop of that a knitted sweater, you got ready for your first shoot with Charles. He was instructed to sit down and you had to stand, next to that it was all up to the two of you.

Instead of putting you in awkward positions, you could find out yourself what you’d prefer and what not, making sure there would be chemistry and administration reflected in the pictures. And god, the chemistry was there. Charles grew warm under the touch of your hands on his shoulders as you effortlessly posed behind him, leaning on him, draping your arms around him to tug on his shirt. It was time for an outfit change not much later, and Charles was struggling to keep his eyes to the camera when you were wearing a cute dress now, Ferrari red coloured, your legs draped over his lap when you posed on the sofa.

He was blushing a little, his jaw clenching and you stole little looks from each other between the clicks of the camera. You dared to kiss his neck, leaving a lipstick print on his skin which the photographers loved. The shoot ended way too soon for your feeling, but luckily Charles showed up at your dressingroom to take you out for dinner 😌

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CHARLES DEVILLE STRIKES ONCE AGAIN GALS AND IT’S A SOFT ONE THIS TIME AND I LOVE IT

“So won’t you stay with me?“

Charles knew of his own potential - he knew that girls everywhere would drop their panties in a second for Ferrari’s number 14. He never had to do a lot of work to get a girl. Just a glance in her direction and a wink her way ensured she was his. They all practically threw themselves at him, begging for as much as a drop of his attention.

But not her.

No, she was something else. She had sparkling eyes that promised him the beauty of life and a smile that could bring an army to its knees. Her petite frame was an accurate representation of everything she was on the inside - delicate, dainty and full of life.

At first he’d just wanted to win her over. He’d met her through a mutual friend at a party, at which every girl had been hanging on to his every word except for her. No, she hadn’t given him a second glance, which had further motivated him to grab her attention.

He’d confidently walked up to her, started chatting her up, but to his dismay she’d politely declined his advances. Even more determined, he’d tried to find out more about her. What she did, where she worked, if she was single. For once Charles Leclerc had been the one who needs to do the chasing.

Then she’d found him, drowning in his sorrows at a bar. Assuring him that drinking his problems away wasn’t the way to go, she’d let him confide in her. She’d let him pour his heart out to her, finally catching a glimpse of the real Charles Leclerc, past the arrogant racer with playboy exterior to the lonely and slightly insecure man on the inside.

Then he’d become addicted to her.

As if she were his personal diary, he would go to her with all his problems. And she’d let him. She’d let him take up her couch and stuff his face with pizza, littering her carpet with beer cans and empty gummy bear wrappers as he’d complain over how the team was going to shit. She’d let him come over in the middle of the night after a rough race, silently burying his face into her chest, as she’d play with his hair until he’d let his exhaustion takeover and he’d asleep.

Oh, but they weren’t dating, no.

Because following these moments of intimacy, he’d suddenly disappear. As if realizing just how much of his walls he was letting down, he’d push her away. He’d shut her out completely, ignoring her attempts at conversation; all until eventually he needed her again to bring him out of his misery. Sure, they had sex every once in a while and she was the one he’d turned to when when he’d faced Max in a match where he’d lost - but they weren’t serious.

No, they weren’t dating.

“Think fast,” he heard Daniel’s voice call to him, a split second before a ball hit his chest. Glaring at the always grinning Aussie, he kicked it right back to him, who successfully bounced it off his head and into the goal. Football trainings for charity matches had become a bore since Jules had left. It was another thing that he’d moaned to her about - complaining about all the important people in his life leaving him.

So, she was the last person he expected to see when he looked out into the field. Having missed her presence for the past 10 days, she was a sight for sore eyes. Clad in an oversized sweater that hung off her shoulders, she stood near the bleachers snapping pictures of the drivers in training.

Unable to resist her, he found himself gravitating towards her without even realizing it. Almost making it to her before he saw the way she threw her head back and laughed as Sebastian stood before her, posing like an obnoxious idiot while cracking some stupid jokes he can’t comprehend.

“Oh, get this side, it’s my good side,” Sebastian said, placing his hands on his hips and exaggeratedly striking a pose, earning yet another giggle from her, much to Charles’s displeasure. He personally thought the man looked ridiculous. The strange beard/moustache thing he had going on made him look like someone who stole candy from little kids.

“Did you want one of me shirtless? Here, I’ll take my shirt off,” Sebastian began, and that was the final straw for Charles.

Completely disregarding him, he marched up to her. His eyes softened upon meeting hers, before he cupped her face and kissed her without a word. His frustration and anger being replaced with a sense of calm the moment their lips met, her mere presence working its magic on him like it always did. He’d missed the taste of her and the way her frame fit into his arms, as well as the scent of vanilla and coconut that always surrounded her.

Sebastian awkwardly shifted on his feet, looking back to see Daniel and Pierre shaking their heads, their hands over their faces to stop themselves from laughing. Charles finally pulled away, resting his forehead on hers.

“What the hell?” she whispered-shouted at him, and Charles pulled away, turning around to face Sebastian.

“Oh hey man, sorry, I didn’t see you there. I see you met my girl,” he said to him, a smug smirk on his face. The older driver shook his head, his hands up in defeat.

“I’ll leave you two to it then,” he muttered, turning and walking away.

“You’re such an asshole,” she angrily muttered, pushing Charles away from her with a shove to the chest.

“What are you-”

“You don’t call, you don’t answer my texts - you’ve been avoiding me for over a week, Charles. I can’t play your little games anymore.”

“But-” Charles began, trying to reason with her.

“No - you don’t just get to pick me up and then put me down. I’m done with whatever the hell this was.” She answered, shaking her head and taking a step away from him.

Charles clenched his jaw, anger taking over him.

“You want to go screw around with Seb? Is that it? Fine. Go right ahead.” he sneered at her. His words felt like a slap to the face as disappointment settled over her. She’d been stupid to think that perhaps Charles would’ve fought for her, at least given her some sort of explanation - but clearly that wasn’t the case. She took a look back him, shaking her head.

“You are unbelievable.” She retorted back at him, before walking away to hide the angry tears that had started to make their way down her cheeks. Charles watched her walk away from him, his stomach churning. He was used to this. He was used to watching people walk out of his life and being helpless, unable to do anything to stop them from leaving - but wasn’t she the one person he could stop? Wasn’t she someone worth fighting for?

No, no, no - what the hell was he doing? How could he just let her walk away like this?

“Fuck,” he muttered, as he took off in a sprint after her. Shouting her name all the way into the parking lot, reaching her right before she reached her car.

“Hey, please, just- just listen to me.” Charles begged her, grabbing a hold of her hands, trying to get her to meet his gaze. “I fucked up - I’m an asshole and I was using you…but you make me better. You make me want to do better - I need you.”

She sighed, shaking her head exasperatedly. She’d let Charles get under her skin and whilst every fibre of her being was willing to succumb to him, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he would just shut her out again.

“Charles, I’m not gonna just sit around waiting for you to show up at my doorstep every time you need someone to talk to. I’m done feeling used - if you want to talk about your problems I’m certain there’s a number of therapists who’d be more than happy to help you out.”

Charles shook his head, instead moving his hands to cup her face.

“No - I don’t need a therapist. I need you - I need you and it scares me. I’m terrified of you becoming someone who’s absence can destroy me - but I realise now that it’s too late.” He admitted to her, finally voicing his fears out loud to her.

She closed her eyes at his words, a surge of longing waving through her chest as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Everyone I’ve ever been close to has left me…I tried pushing you away out of self-defence but..I can’t anymore. I’m falling in love with you.” He told her.

She let out the smallest of gasps at his words, her eyes filling with tears once more. She wanted so desperately to verbally reciprocate the feelings to him, yet she was unable to formulate the words.

So she did the only thing she could - she showed him. Leaning up, she kissed him with as much passion as she could muster up. She could feel Charles smiling through the kiss as he kissed her back, his fingers knotting into her hair and pressing his body closer to hers.

They almost didn’t notice as the raindrops started falling around them, only pulling out of the embrace once the rain began pouring onto them.

“I take it training’s over then?” she asked him, biting her lip hopefully.

“I suppose it is. I’m thinking we should take this back to my house.” He replied with a smirk.

“Totally. And you do realized that Seb is a married man with two children right?” She asked.

Charles chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips once more.

“Well, he better start acting like one.”

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Wraps, Wheels, and Whips: 10 DJs with Jaw-Dropping Car Collections

DJs by night, gearheads by day.

Music and cars undoubtedly go hand in hand.Picture this—it's late at night and you're cruising down the highway, blasting Kavinsky's "Night Call" or Duke Dumont's "Ocean Drive," with not a care in the world. There’s nothing better than blaring your favorite song and feeling the bass and the engine meld together, making you feel like you're in your own personal music video. Now think about doing that in a custom Ferrari.

EDM artists are known for adding high octane gas into their productions, but they add it to their luxury vehicles as well. Navigating the roads at breakneck speeds comparable to the kinetic energy of their music, here are 10 producers and DJs who have car collections will have your jaw on the floor. 

DEADMAU5

It wouldn't be a musician gearhead list if we didn't include Mr. Zimmerman. Not only does he have an entire mini web series called "Coffee Run" where he drives around with other DJs in his exotic cars, but he has also situated himself as a serious collector in the luxury automobile world.

From what we know, he has owned a BAC Mono, Bentley GT, Ford GT, Ferrari 458 Spider, Lamborghini Huracan, McLaren P1, McLaren 650S, Porsche 911, and a Tesla P85D. He's also known for giving creative names to his cars, like calling his McLaren the "Meowclaren," his Ferrari the "Purrari," and his Lamborghini the "Purracan." When deadmau5 wrapped his Ferrari 458 Italia in the Nyan Cat-themed wrap, Ferrari didn't like the look of the vehicle and issued him a cease and desist letter. In classic deadmau5 fashion, he bought the Huracan, wrapping it in the same theme.

Afrojack

The Dutch global superstar has reportedly dropped upwards of $22 million on his impressive car collection. He told Forbes that his obsession began when he was a child, playing video games like Need for Speed. So naturally, when he rose to the fame and fortune we see him with today, he took over control of his admiration and made his dream into his reality. Some of his most pride possessions have to be his Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4, Bugatti Veyron, and Rolls Royce. 

Martin Garrix 

When Garrix was just 22-years old, he purchased the heavily wrapped about Lamborghini Murcielago. Soon the Dutch electronic heavyweight was riding around like he was Kanye and Jay-Z in Paris. He's been known to pose in front of his massive car collection even before he was legally able to drive. He reportedly owns a Ferarri 458 Italia, Ferrari 488 GTB, BMW i8, Rolls Royce Phantom, and a Mercedes S Class.  

Calvin Harris 

Apparently McLarens are the official car of world-famous DJs because Harris is the next up to be sporting one of these impressive vehicles around town. He owns the 12C model, which can reach 0 to 60 MPH in 3.5 seconds and costs around $220,000. 

Carl Cox 

The king of house and techno of course needs to have a car that matches his royal status. Cox, who has been spinning since the 80s, has a classic taste in cars with a special affinity towards old muscle and vintage autos. He owns a Ford Roadster 2, a purchase that would make Jay Leno proud, being one of Ford's most classic cars that a collector could own. He even has a drag-racing license and began building pro street-racing cars with his company Carl Cox Motorsport back in 2013. 

Marshmello 

Being one of the richest DJs in the world has its perks, and one of those perks includes being able to own extremely expensive cars. The helmet-wearing producer is a proud owner of a BMW II8, Lamborgini Huracan, Mercedes Benz Squared G550 adorned with his Marshemello decal, Rolls Royce Ghost, Two White Lamborghini Aventadors, and a Ford Super Duty 6 x 6 Pickup. 

Black Coffee 

The producer that is famous for igniting the electronic scene in South Africa has a collection of cars that is almost as impressive as his music catalog. He owns a line of luxury vehicles that most people could only dream of obtaining, including a Mercedes SLS AMG, Mercedes Benz G Wagon, Bentley, and a Maserati.  

Steve Angello 

As one of the members of Swedish House Mafia, Steve Angello earned enough wealth to make his little boy dreams come true. When growing up with his single mother in a rough suburb of Stockholm, he had a drawing of a Ferrari on his wall. Now he owns a Porsche 911, a McLaren F1, a Mercedes G-Class, Lamborgini, and, of course, a Ferrari. He reportedly still has the drawing from his youth framed, so he never leaves that world behind and forgets where he came from.

REZZ

The Space Mom deserves a car that is as futuristic as her music is, and that's exactly what she got. She purchased an Audi R8 and customized it with a sleek, matte black wrap with red details. Imagine blasting "Edge" in this thing. She also owns an Audi Q8 with personalized wrapping she deems her "winter ride."

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Steve Aoki

Aoki has had a prolific career, and after seeing the lush mansion he lives in from his Architectural Digest interview, there was no doubt he would have some epic cars to match. The famed producer owns a few impressive vehicles, including a Scion FR-S with a custom-built Pioneer speaker system and fog machine built into the interior. He also owns a custom Ferrari 458 Spider that has his logo imprinted on the exterior.  

from Best DJ Kit https://edm.com/features/10-djs-with-wild-car-collections

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Golden Globes Nominations: What to Watch For

Will Netflix dominate with ‘The Irishman’ and ‘Marriage Story’?

LOS ANGELES — It is Netflix’s world. Hollywood just lives in it.When nominations for the 77th Golden Globes are announced Monday morning, Netflix is expected to dominate the film categories to a jaw-dropping degree. The streaming giant has only been a competitor on the film side of the Globes since 2016, when it received a sole nomination for Idris Elba in “Beasts of No Nation.” This time around, handicappers at Gold Derby, an entertainment honors site, predict that Netflix will receive at least 18 nominations in the 11 film categories alone.“The Irishman,” Martin Scorsese’s lavish gangster yarn, and “Marriage Story,” Noah Baumbach’s unnerving portrait of divorce, will almost certainly receive best drama nominations, with Fernando Meirelles’s Vatican succession dramedy “The Two Popes” possibly taking a third slot. Those Netflix movies and others from the service, including the Eddie Murphy vehicle “Dolemite Is My Name,” are expected to monopolize the actor, supporting actor and screenplay categories.Sprinkle in expected nominations for films from Amazon Prime Video (“The Report,” “Late Night”), and a cascade of TV entries from Netflix, Amazon, Apple TV Plus and possibly even Disney Plus (“The Mandalorian”), and it could be the year that streaming services and their seemingly bottomless checkbooks topple the Hollywood power structure: Out with the old.Or not.The group behind the Globes, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, has shed some of its reputation for eccentricity, but it still makes calculated choices — spreading nominations far and wide to ensure that every studio boss attends; honoring younger stars in an attempt to boost ratings. Members continue to split their top film prize into two categories, drama and comedy-musical, often in bewildering ways. Quentin Tarantino’s “Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood” will compete as a comedy, perhaps landing a nod alongside the Nazi-themed “Jojo Rabbit.” Because what is funnier than the Manson murders and the Holocaust? In another puzzler, especially for an awards contest adjudicated by journalists from overseas, foreign-language films are ineligible for the marquee best-picture categories. So don’t look for much guidance on the Oscar hopes for Lulu Wang’s “The Farewell,” one of the few bright spots in indie cinema this year ($17.6 million in ticket sales), or “Parasite,” Bong Joon Ho’s acclaimed tale of economic inequality ($18.3 million).In truth, the Globes do not predict much. The press association only has about 90 voting members; roughly 9,000 film industry professionals vote on the Academy Awards. The top winning films at the Globes have only gone on to win the Oscar for best picture 50 percent of the time over the last decade. (They matched last year, however. “Green Book” was the big winner at both ceremonies.)NBC will broadcast the Globes on Jan. 5. Organizers decided to bring back the British comedian Ricky Gervais for a fifth time to host. Here are five more things to consider before Globes nominations are unveiled starting at 8 a.m. Eastern time.

The nominations could give films a shot in the arm.

The Globes are mostly coveted as marketing tools. Studio advertising executives will immediately roll out new TV commercials and digital billboards based on the nominations. Multiple nods for Greta Gerwig’s “Little Women” could help Sony generate interest in the film’s Christmas Day release in theaters. Ditto for Clint Eastwood’s “Richard Jewell,” which looks at the bombing at the 1996 Olympics and arrives from Warner Bros. on Friday.As a stop on the road to the Oscars, the Globes could focus fresh attention on Taron Egerton, who seemed like a lock for the best actor race in the first half of the year for his risk-taking performance as Elton John in “Rocketman.” But now that heavy hitters like Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert De Niro have entered the fray, he finds himself in the middle of the pack. Similarly, Globe voters could push Cynthia Erivo (“Harriet”), Alfre Woodard (“Clemency”) and Lupita Nyong’o (“Us”) deeper into the Oscar conversation.

The male acting races will be competitive.

Ahh, the year of the man. It seems strange given the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements.But take a look at this year’s films. The number of notable male performances is rather staggering. Joaquin Phoenix (“Joker”), De Niro (“The Irishman”) and Adam Driver (“Marriage Story”) are favorites for best actor in a drama, but where does that leave Antonio Banderas (“Pain and Glory”), Jonathan Pryce (“The Two Popes”), Adam Sandler (“Uncut Gems”), Christian Bale (“Ford v Ferrari”) and Paul Walter Hauser (“Richard Jewell”)? Best actor in a comedy or musical is only slightly less competitive. Murphy is a lock for a nomination for his outrageous “Dolemite” performance, as is DiCaprio (“Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood”). Egerton (“Rocketman”) should nab a nod. Vying for the remaining two slots are Daniel Craig (“Knives Out”), Himesh Patel (“Yesterday”), Shia LaBeouf (“The Peanut Butter Falcon”) and Roman Griffin Davis, the young “Jojo Rabbit” star.

Get ready to scratch your head over the best comedy and best drama categories.

Remember when the press association deemed the Matt Damon stranded-in-space odyssey “The Martian” a comedy? This kind of thing happens when studios try to game the system, submitting films and stars in categories sized up as more winnable. The press association received so much ridicule when “The Martian” was named best comedy in 2016 that members amended the rules to state that “dramas with comedic overtones should be entered as dramas.”That didn’t stop A24 from submitting its jeweler thriller “Uncut Gems” as a comedy this year. The press association bounced it to the drama group. But Sony’s submission of “Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood” as a comedy was allowed to stand.

A nomination for ‘Cats’ could be a boon for the movie.

“Cats,” set for release by Universal on Dec. 20, should be a shoo-in for best comedy or musical. But the filmmakers have been scrambling to finish the movie … err, make the fur visual effects less traumatic than they were in that infamous trailer. To make the movie eligible for consideration, Universal showed voters a rough version last week.Does the foreign press association go out on a limb and include “Cats” in the (meow) mix? It could certainly boost ratings to have Taylor Swift walking the red carpet, even if she leaves her Bombalurina tail at home. But voters could also be opening themselves up to disparagement.

The TV contenders include Baby Yoda.

The big question in the television categories is whether two new streaming services, Disney Plus and Apple TV Plus, can break into the best drama race.Globes voters have never been very keen on the “Star Wars” franchise, but Disney Plus hit a critical and cultural nerve last month with “The Mandalorian,” which introduced Baby Yoda. Apple’s centerpiece series, “The Morning Show,” received middling reviews from most critics, but there has recently been a backlash to the backlash. The soap, which stars Jennifer Aniston and Reese Witherspoon, has a 94 percent approval rating among Rotten Tomatoes users.Globes voters have a habit of falling in love with new shows — they like to be seen as cultural arbiters — but more established series may be impossible to resist. “Succession” wrapped up its rapturously reviewed second season on HBO in October. “Game of Thrones” has never won best drama at the Globes — it has won a record-tying four times at the Emmys — and it will have one final Globes shot this year. “The Crown,” which won best drama at the Globes in 2017 and has adroitly reimagined itself with a new cast, is also a favorite. And don’t count out “Killing Eve,” “Big Little Lies” or “Pose.”On the comedy front, Amazon’s “Fleabag” and its creator and star, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, are the heavy favorites. The show already won big at the September Emmys ceremony. Not that many people noticed: the Emmys hit a new ratings low, attracting just 6.9 million viewers. Honoring “Fleabag” would also be a redemption move for Globes voters; last time around they inexplicably named “The Kominsky Method” best comedy.Best actress in a drama is another category to keep an eye on. It could shape up as a battle of the titans: the Oscar winners Olivia Colman (“The Crown”) and Nicole Kidman (“Big Little Lies”), the Emmy winner Jodie Comer (“Killing Eve”), the singer-actress Zendaya (HBO’s druggie “Euphoria”) and Aniston, who last won a Globe in 2003 for “Friends.”John Koblin contributed reporting from New York. Source link Read the full article

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Bugatti Chiron, Veyron, and EB110 meet in Dubai for incredible photocall!

For many motoring enthusiasts dotted around the globe, seeing just one supercar drive down the road is a rare treat but here in the UAE they are a far more common sight. Almost every other car roaring along is a McLaren, Ferrari, Lamborghini or the like but this photoshoot featuring three generations of Bugatti posing in various backdrops in Dubai is a jaw meet floor moment. What we have here is…

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Megan Fox teases braless cleavage in completely see-through underwear

http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=25754 Megan Fox teases braless cleavage in completely see-through underwear - http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=25754 The Hollywood sex symbol practically oozes sex appeal in every single way both on and off screen.And Transformers star Megan Fox definitely did not disappoint with her latest social media offering.Taking to her official Instagram account, the 32-year-old majorly turned up the heat on her followers with a seriously seductive – and very cheeky – behind the scenes snap from her latest photoshoot as she models her underwear collection with Frederick's Of Hollywood.Donning an all-black mesh leotard – and not much else – the actress and model left little the imagination as she sat on the floor and threw a sultry pose at the camera. Megan Fox   Her hottest images 1 / 26 Megan Fox/Instagram Megan Fox drops jaws in see-through lingerie ensemble Proving she’s got banter as well as beauty, Megan ensured she covered her bare cleavage with a strategically placed tiger emoji.To complete the racy look, she styled her raven locks into loose curls, which fell elegantly over one side of her head.Meanwhile, the striking stunner opted for a minimal make-up look of a winged eyeliner and a nude lip.Flashing plenty of her toned legs, the Jennifer’s Body star proved she’s still sexier than ever, and her fans more than agreed.She captioned the provocative post: “#BTS by @andylecompte from my upcoming collection with @fredericks_hollywood.” INSTAGRAM / MEGAN FOX WHAT A TEASE: Megan sent temperatures soaring in a completely see-through underwear display Unsurprisingly, the star was soon inundated with comments from her 5.7 million Instagram followers over the sizzling shot, which quickly racked up a whopping 521,558 likes.One user wrote: “Stunning as always.”While a second chimed: “What an absolute hottie!”And a third user said: “You are such a powerhouse Megan! You have amazing kids and still look like a warrior goddess queen!! Keep slaying girl! Your hard work never goes unnoticed.”A final follower commented: “God is a woman.” Jonathan Leibson/Getty Images for Ferrari North America) LUCKY GUY: Megan has been married to husband Brian Austin Green since 2013 Carlos Tischler/NurPhoto via Getty Images OPEN MINDED: Megan was praised by fans for letting her sons dress in girls clothing Megan’s latest snap comes just days after she was praised by fans for allowing her sons to dress in girls clothing.The star was photographed on a day out with her two sons – who she shares with actor husband Brian Austin Green – one of whom was wearing a dress.And the photos soon opened up a contentious debate, with many supporting Megan for not enforcing gender roles and allowing the children to make their own fashion choices. Related articles Source link

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Six Reasons You’ll Never Forget Visiting the Goodwood Revival

The weather might be typically English in that it’s chilly, wet, and gray, but the weekend is far from ordinary. At the Goodwood Revival, nobody lets a little rain spoil the festivities. And while there are dozens of vintage car gatherings that come to mind, not even the glam of Monterey Car Week or Goodwood’s own Festival of Speed can match the Revival’s blissful retreat into the high spirits of postwar 1940s and 1950s England. A weekend at the Goodwood Revival sticks with you, imprinted in your memory with senses and feelings worthy of the glory of the spectacular people, setting, and racing you’ll find there every year. Here’s why you’ll never forget it, and why you’ll want to come back every year after.

1. The Circuit

Goodwood, the name an evolution of “God’s Wood’, is one of the most storied places in the automotive pantheon of must-see locations. The 2.4-mile circuit dates back to 1948 and has hosted legendary races, including one that claimed the life of Bruce McLaren in 1970. After that tragedy, the circuit was closed until the current Lord March, Charles Gordon-Lennox, began to rehabilitate it in about 1988. Lord March founded the Goodwood Festival of Speed in 1993, and with the first Goodwood Revival in 1998, vintage racing returned to the reopened circuit. The track is on the Goodwood Estate, located on 12,000 acres of stunning countryside near Chichester that’s also home to equestrian racing, and the motor racing circuit completely encircles the Chichester/Goodwood airfield that was built during World War II and used by the Royal Air Force. Any fan of vintage racing, aviation, or European history would have plenty to enjoy.

2. The Planes

In recognition of Goodwood’s role in World War II, the airfield during Revival is littered with amazing aircraft. Spitfires fly once more in the skies, sharing airspace with other legendary warplanes like the Lockheed P-38 Lightning, Curtiss P-40C Warhawk, and, of course, the Bristol Blenheim bomber. It’s one thing to see the machines in a museum, and entirely another to see them in the skies or coming in for a landing. It truly makes you feel like a kid again, playing with toys and making spittle-projecting propeller sounds with your mouth.

3. The Sounds

Aside from the planes, there are plenty of other memorable noises that’ll rattle around in your head for days after leaving Goodwood. I, for example, cannot shake the shrieking, high-pitched wail of a Ferrari 3.0-liter V-12 from a 250 GTO/64 from my brain (nor do I want to). Walking through the festivities, with the feverish yelp of motorcycles rising off into the distance, you can hear the chit chat of accents and languages from all over the world crossing paths. Period 1940s music radiates from record players, accompanied by the sing-song vocals of some local ladies who are cooing in concert at a passing gentleman dressed as a sailor. Little kids dressed like chimney sweeps run by with ice cream smeared on their faces, delivered to them from a Rolls-Royce dairy truck. It’s Goodwood, and it’s spectacular even with your eyes closed.

4. The Getups

Not to be neglected, a big part of Goodwood is the enthusiasm everyone brings to it. That’s visible in the outfits, which range from 1940s military outfits to big dresses with even bigger hair, lots of tweed for the men, suspenders, the iconic flat cap, and some sensational bow ties.

For my part, I wore a flat cap with a jacket and slacks on both days. For Saturday, I paired a gray jacket with a motoring-themed red tie, as well as a pair of black Dom Vetro Cortina sunglasses and black Autodromo stringback gloves. Dom Vetro’s Cortina glasses ($295) definitely helped me stand out from the masses of others in period-themed dress, and the polarized lenses and slight tint totally eliminated glare from the (brief) spates of sunlight. The Cortina is meant for activities like motorcycling or skiing, so the motoring theme of Goodwood Revival totally fits. At first they seemed a little big for my face, but I quickly found them comfortable enough to wear all day and compact enough to slip into the front pocket of my jacket.

It was chilly on both days at the 2017 Goodwood Revival, around 50-55 degrees and with gusts of wind. My hands stayed both warm and dry while cozy in Autodromo’s stringback driving gloves ($125); they’re definitely snug, but they easily go on and off your hands, and before long, you barely realize you’re wearing them. The only thing missing was the thin rim of a vintage car‘s steering wheel in my hands, but at Goodwood it’s strictly look, don’t touch.

On my second day, I sported an Autodromo Stradale watch ($875) as well. The watch’s 1950s-1960s motoring design cues blend in marvelously at Goodwood, and others take particular note of the handsome cream dial, speedometer-like numbering, and distinctive leather strap. With its reliable Miyota 9015 movement, it keeps excellent time all weekend, and its light weight makes it very satisfying and comfortable to wear all day. If the date wheel’s numbers matched the others, and the metal-finished second hand and hour hand looked a bit more high-end, it would be just about perfect as a retro watch from a seriously cool brand.

5. The Cars

Where to begin? If pre-war is your thing, enjoy breathing an inch away from the Bugatti Type 50 in the paddock, or a 1937 BMW 328 if you prefer something more German. Insanely expensive Ferrari 250s are around, as well as a whole fleet of gorgeous Jags like the E-Type Lightweight and D-Type. Maybe the most fun to see really racing out there on the circuit are the sedans, whether it be the beautiful Alfa Romeo Giuletta Ti or the lumbering Ford Thunderbird. I most enjoyed seeing the Jaguar Mark 1 go drifting through the chicane, chased right on its heels by the peppy Morris Minor. My jaw just about hits the floor when I stumble upon the lineup of Ford GT40s revving their engines in the paddock, while five Lola-Chevrolet T70 Spyders look mighty low-slung and majestic in their own right. No matter where you turn there’s something wonderful to ogle, but make the 20-minute walk to the public parking lot for a whole different game entirely. There you’ll see oddities from Britain’s past you’ve never laid eyes on, as well as more mud-splashed Aston Martins and Lamborghinis than you’d ever see parked next to Opel Adams and Ford Escorts. What a place Goodwood is.

6. The People

Best of all, the glory of Goodwood is sharing it with other real lovers of automotive culture. People are smiling all day, even when it starts raining sideways, and nobody is opposed to chatting for a minute, grabbing you a beer from the end of the bar, or posing for a picture. The Revival brings out the best in people, and the best people dress up and come back to Revival year after year. Count us among them.

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[jonathanbelloblog]

Six Reasons You’ll Never Forget Visiting the Goodwood Revival

The weather might be typically English in that it’s chilly, wet, and gray, but the weekend is far from ordinary. At the Goodwood Revival, nobody lets a little rain spoil the festivities. And while there are dozens of vintage car gatherings that come to mind, not even the glam of Monterey Car Week or Goodwood’s own Festival of Speed can match the Revival’s blissful retreat into the high spirits of postwar 1940s and 1950s England. A weekend at the Goodwood Revival sticks with you, imprinted in your memory with senses and feelings worthy of the glory of the spectacular people, setting, and racing you’ll find there every year. Here’s why you’ll never forget it, and why you’ll want to come back every year after.

1. The Circuit

Goodwood, the name an evolution of “God’s Wood’, is one of the most storied places in the automotive pantheon of must-see locations. The 2.4-mile circuit dates back to 1948 and has hosted legendary races, including one that claimed the life of Bruce McLaren in 1970. After that tragedy, the circuit was closed until the current Lord March, Charles Gordon-Lennox, began to rehabilitate it in about 1988. Lord March founded the Goodwood Festival of Speed in 1993, and with the first Goodwood Revival in 1998, vintage racing returned to the reopened circuit. The track is on the Goodwood Estate, located on 12,000 acres of stunning countryside near Chichester that’s also home to equestrian racing, and the motor racing circuit completely encircles the Chichester/Goodwood airfield that was built during World War II and used by the Royal Air Force. Any fan of vintage racing, aviation, or European history would have plenty to enjoy.

2. The Planes

In recognition of Goodwood’s role in World War II, the airfield during Revival is littered with amazing aircraft. Spitfires fly once more in the skies, sharing airspace with other legendary warplanes like the Lockheed P-38 Lightning, Curtiss P-40C Warhawk, and, of course, the Bristol Blenheim bomber. It’s one thing to see the machines in a museum, and entirely another to see them in the skies or coming in for a landing. It truly makes you feel like a kid again, playing with toys and making spittle-projecting propeller sounds with your mouth.

3. The Sounds

Aside from the planes, there are plenty of other memorable noises that’ll rattle around in your head for days after leaving Goodwood. I, for example, cannot shake the shrieking, high-pitched wail of a Ferrari 3.0-liter V-12 from a 250 GTO/64 from my brain (nor do I want to). Walking through the festivities, with the feverish yelp of motorcycles rising off into the distance, you can hear the chit chat of accents and languages from all over the world crossing paths. Period 1940s music radiates from record players, accompanied by the sing-song vocals of some local ladies who are cooing in concert at a passing gentleman dressed as a sailor. Little kids dressed like chimney sweeps run by with ice cream smeared on their faces, delivered to them from a Rolls-Royce dairy truck. It’s Goodwood, and it’s spectacular even with your eyes closed.

4. The Getups

Not to be neglected, a big part of Goodwood is the enthusiasm everyone brings to it. That’s visible in the outfits, which range from 1940s military outfits to big dresses with even bigger hair, lots of tweed for the men, suspenders, the iconic flat cap, and some sensational bow ties.

For my part, I wore a flat cap with a jacket and slacks on both days. For Saturday, I paired a gray jacket with a motoring-themed red tie, as well as a pair of black Dom Vetro Cortina sunglasses and black Autodromo stringback gloves. Dom Vetro’s Cortina glasses ($295) definitely helped me stand out from the masses of others in period-themed dress, and the polarized lenses and slight tint totally eliminated glare from the (brief) spates of sunlight. The Cortina is meant for activities like motorcycling or skiing, so the motoring theme of Goodwood Revival totally fits. At first they seemed a little big for my face, but I quickly found them comfortable enough to wear all day and compact enough to slip into the front pocket of my jacket.

It was chilly on both days at the 2017 Goodwood Revival, around 50-55 degrees and with gusts of wind. My hands stayed both warm and dry while cozy in Autodromo’s stringback driving gloves ($125); they’re definitely snug, but they easily go on and off your hands, and before long, you barely realize you’re wearing them. The only thing missing was the thin rim of a vintage car‘s steering wheel in my hands, but at Goodwood it’s strictly look, don’t touch.

On my second day, I sported an Autodromo Stradale watch ($875) as well. The watch’s 1950s-1960s motoring design cues blend in marvelously at Goodwood, and others take particular note of the handsome cream dial, speedometer-like numbering, and distinctive leather strap. With its reliable Miyota 9015 movement, it keeps excellent time all weekend, and its light weight makes it very satisfying and comfortable to wear all day. If the date wheel’s numbers matched the others, and the metal-finished second hand and hour hand looked a bit more high-end, it would be just about perfect as a retro watch from a seriously cool brand.

5. The Cars

Where to begin? If pre-war is your thing, enjoy breathing an inch away from the Bugatti Type 50 in the paddock, or a 1937 BMW 328 if you prefer something more German. Insanely expensive Ferrari 250s are around, as well as a whole fleet of gorgeous Jags like the E-Type Lightweight and D-Type. Maybe the most fun to see really racing out there on the circuit are the sedans, whether it be the beautiful Alfa Romeo Giuletta Ti or the lumbering Ford Thunderbird. I most enjoyed seeing the Jaguar Mark 1 go drifting through the chicane, chased right on its heels by the peppy Morris Minor. My jaw just about hits the floor when I stumble upon the lineup of Ford GT40s revving their engines in the paddock, while five Lola-Chevrolet T70 Spyders look mighty low-slung and majestic in their own right. No matter where you turn there’s something wonderful to ogle, but make the 20-minute walk to the public parking lot for a whole different game entirely. There you’ll see oddities from Britain’s past you’ve never laid eyes on, as well as more mud-splashed Aston Martins and Lamborghinis than you’d ever see parked next to Opel Adams and Ford Escorts. What a place Goodwood is.

6. The People

Best of all, the glory of Goodwood is sharing it with other real lovers of automotive culture. People are smiling all day, even when it starts raining sideways, and nobody is opposed to chatting for a minute, grabbing you a beer from the end of the bar, or posing for a picture. The Revival brings out the best in people, and the best people dress up and come back to Revival year after year. Count us among them.

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[eddiejpoplar]

Six Reasons You’ll Never Forget Visiting the Goodwood Revival

The weather might be typically English in that it’s chilly, wet, and gray, but the weekend is far from ordinary. At the Goodwood Revival, nobody lets a little rain spoil the festivities. And while there are dozens of vintage car gatherings that come to mind, not even the glam of Monterey Car Week or Goodwood’s own Festival of Speed can match the Revival’s blissful retreat into the high spirits of postwar 1940s and 1950s England. A weekend at the Goodwood Revival sticks with you, imprinted in your memory with senses and feelings worthy of the glory of the spectacular people, setting, and racing you’ll find there every year. Here’s why you’ll never forget it, and why you’ll want to come back every year after.

1. The Circuit

Goodwood, the name an evolution of “God’s Wood’, is one of the most storied places in the automotive pantheon of must-see locations. The 2.4-mile circuit dates back to 1948 and has hosted legendary races, including one that claimed the life of Bruce McLaren in 1970. After that tragedy, the circuit was closed until the current Lord March, Charles Gordon-Lennox, began to rehabilitate it in about 1988. Lord March founded the Goodwood Festival of Speed in 1993, and with the first Goodwood Revival in 1998, vintage racing returned to the reopened circuit. The track is on the Goodwood Estate, located on 12,000 acres of stunning countryside near Chichester that’s also home to equestrian racing, and the motor racing circuit completely encircles the Chichester/Goodwood airfield that was built during World War II and used by the Royal Air Force. Any fan of vintage racing, aviation, or European history would have plenty to enjoy.

2. The Planes

In recognition of Goodwood’s role in World War II, the airfield during Revival is littered with amazing aircraft. Spitfires fly once more in the skies, sharing airspace with other legendary warplanes like the Lockheed P-38 Lightning, Curtiss P-40C Warhawk, and, of course, the Bristol Blenheim bomber. It’s one thing to see the machines in a museum, and entirely another to see them in the skies or coming in for a landing. It truly makes you feel like a kid again, playing with toys and making spittle-projecting propeller sounds with your mouth.

3. The Sounds

Aside from the planes, there are plenty of other memorable noises that’ll rattle around in your head for days after leaving Goodwood. I, for example, cannot shake the shrieking, high-pitched wail of a Ferrari 3.0-liter V-12 from a 250 GTO/64 from my brain (nor do I want to). Walking through the festivities, with the feverish yelp of motorcycles rising off into the distance, you can hear the chit chat of accents and languages from all over the world crossing paths. Period 1940s music radiates from record players, accompanied by the sing-song vocals of some local ladies who are cooing in concert at a passing gentleman dressed as a sailor. Little kids dressed like chimney sweeps run by with ice cream smeared on their faces, delivered to them from a Rolls-Royce dairy truck. It’s Goodwood, and it’s spectacular even with your eyes closed.

4. The Getups

Not to be neglected, a big part of Goodwood is the enthusiasm everyone brings to it. That’s visible in the outfits, which range from 1940s military outfits to big dresses with even bigger hair, lots of tweed for the men, suspenders, the iconic flat cap, and some sensational bow ties.

For my part, I wore a flat cap with a jacket and slacks on both days. For Saturday, I paired a gray jacket with a motoring-themed red tie, as well as a pair of black Dom Vetro Cortina sunglasses and black Autodromo stringback gloves. Dom Vetro’s Cortina glasses ($295) definitely helped me stand out from the masses of others in period-themed dress, and the polarized lenses and slight tint totally eliminated glare from the (brief) spates of sunlight. The Cortina is meant for activities like motorcycling or skiing, so the motoring theme of Goodwood Revival totally fits. At first they seemed a little big for my face, but I quickly found them comfortable enough to wear all day and compact enough to slip into the front pocket of my jacket.

It was chilly on both days at the 2017 Goodwood Revival, around 50-55 degrees and with gusts of wind. My hands stayed both warm and dry while cozy in Autodromo’s stringback driving gloves ($125); they’re definitely snug, but they easily go on and off your hands, and before long, you barely realize you’re wearing them. The only thing missing was the thin rim of a vintage car‘s steering wheel in my hands, but at Goodwood it’s strictly look, don’t touch.

On my second day, I sported an Autodromo Stradale watch ($875) as well. The watch’s 1950s-1960s motoring design cues blend in marvelously at Goodwood, and others take particular note of the handsome cream dial, speedometer-like numbering, and distinctive leather strap. With its reliable Miyota 9015 movement, it keeps excellent time all weekend, and its light weight makes it very satisfying and comfortable to wear all day. If the date wheel’s numbers matched the others, and the metal-finished second hand and hour hand looked a bit more high-end, it would be just about perfect as a retro watch from a seriously cool brand.

5. The Cars

Where to begin? If pre-war is your thing, enjoy breathing an inch away from the Bugatti Type 50 in the paddock, or a 1937 BMW 328 if you prefer something more German. Insanely expensive Ferrari 250s are around, as well as a whole fleet of gorgeous Jags like the E-Type Lightweight and D-Type. Maybe the most fun to see really racing out there on the circuit are the sedans, whether it be the beautiful Alfa Romeo Giuletta Ti or the lumbering Ford Thunderbird. I most enjoyed seeing the Jaguar Mark 1 go drifting through the chicane, chased right on its heels by the peppy Morris Minor. My jaw just about hits the floor when I stumble upon the lineup of Ford GT40s revving their engines in the paddock, while five Lola-Chevrolet T70 Spyders look mighty low-slung and majestic in their own right. No matter where you turn there’s something wonderful to ogle, but make the 20-minute walk to the public parking lot for a whole different game entirely. There you’ll see oddities from Britain’s past you’ve never laid eyes on, as well as more mud-splashed Aston Martins and Lamborghinis than you’d ever see parked next to Opel Adams and Ford Escorts. What a place Goodwood is.

6. The People

Best of all, the glory of Goodwood is sharing it with other real lovers of automotive culture. People are smiling all day, even when it starts raining sideways, and nobody is opposed to chatting for a minute, grabbing you a beer from the end of the bar, or posing for a picture. The Revival brings out the best in people, and the best people dress up and come back to Revival year after year. Count us among them.

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[kasikaartist]

Absolutely loved visiting the home towns of Ferrari and Lamborghini. I was trying to pose with these beauties behind me, but then I saw The Sesto Elemento in front of me and my jaw dropped! #lamborghini #maranello #italy #lovelovelove #♥#lamborghiniaventador #🇮🇹 #sestoelemento #travel #cars #modena (at Lamborghini)

[maggieisalarrie]

Titles: T

take me for what i am (who i was meant to be) by howlouvely (8k)

Too late, he realizes that the handsome stranger spoke to him and Louis has yet to respond. He puts on his most dazzling smile before speaking. “Why yes, I must be. Are you one of the lovely people competing for my affections, then?”  

Instead of confirming his suspicions, though, the man laughs in a way that is both inappropriately loud and extremely endearing. “Unfortunately not,” he gets out through his chuckles. “I’m Harry. I’ll be your host today.”

Louis is dealing with heartache. Niall signs him up for a dating show to help him move on.

take my hand (and lead me home) by tumsa (13k)

AU in which every time a person falls in love with their soulmate, a red line, like a tally mark, appears on their wrists. When their love is requited, the tally mark turns black, and turns into a scar when the one they love dies. Harry with no tally marks falls for Louis with all of his tally marks scarred.

take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots (46k)

Harry feels nauseous when he opens his mouth. "Hey. Um, hi. It's me," he mumbles before realizing with a jolt that Louis might not have his number anymore. "It's Harry... Styles," he tacks on, screwing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was a terrible idea.

There's silence on the other end for a long time. Harry understands. He shouldn't have called. He tries not to let the static swallow him whole.

"I – yeah. Hi," Louis finally answers, slowly, awkwardly. "I um. Sorry. I heard about your accident. You're alright?"

Or, the one where Harry hasn't spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can't remember why.

Take Off Your Running Shoes by polkadotpeacoat (55k)

AU- Harry is the fit supermarket check out boy. Louis wants to sleep with him. Summer romance ensues.

take your time rolling up your sleeves by aniloquent (5k)

“Lovely. Could you whip us up a strawberry shortcake with a message on it?” Harry nods again, drawing his notepad from one of the pockets of his apron and waits for the message. “‘We all knew the cat was going to leave you for something better.’” Harry sputters while the raven-haired boy elbows his friend harshly.

“Louis,” he chides. “You’re such an absolute dick, you know that?”

Louis shrugs as a little scowl pulls at thin lips. “What the fuck am I supposed to put on it? ‘Sorry me and Zayn threw the fucking mutt out into traffic during a trash wrestling match and it decided to take a fucking hike?’” Zayn, he presumes, hits him again. Harry blinks.

-

Based on the twitter prompt "I work in a bakery and you keep coming in and asking me to write you weird messages on cakes"

taste on my tongue by bethaboo (78k)

Louis Tomlinson, second place winner on TXF four years ago, is looking to reinvent his career.

Harry Styles is a baker who is desperate for a bakery of his own.

Louis doesn't bake. Or cook. Or know how to use an oven.

Take Louis. Take Harry. Add in a heaping cup of sexual tension. Another cup of delicious (and not so delicious) food. A smidgen of competitive spirit. A dash of hopes and dreams. And you get Kitchen Wars, a TV show that promises to be the must-watch event of the fall.

Tell Me What You Want by stylinsoncity (11k)

"Harry is looking for a new roommate after Liam moves in with his girlfriend. After a few bad dates he’s done with men for the moment and wants to concentrate on school. That’s why he’s looking for a female or a straight male roomie. When Niall tells Louis about the free room he leaves that little detail out. Louis, desperately looking for a room, pretends to be straight, thinking it would be easy, until he discovers that Harry likes to be naked at home. His best female friend posing as his girlfriend doesn’t work very well either."

The Art of Reading Tea Leaves by evelynegrey & fortunefavorsthebrave (29k)

"If he were such a good person, he'd be in here," he smiles jokingly. "You know that house elitist stuff doesn't make sense, right?" It's a comfortably old debate, one they both know the outcome of, and Harry takes it gratefully. "Harry Potter was Gryffindor, is all I'm saying," Niall argues easily and Harry opens up his books again. "And Voldemort was Slytherin," he fills in with a smile. "But Romeo was a Montague, you know. A rose by any other name and all that." "What?" "Never mind."

Hogwarts AU where Harry decides to take Divination without his friends, Niall wants to get laid, Liam and Zayn are the dream team in Potions and Louis has a secret. He also happens to be a Slytherin.

the beast you made of me by Ashtarok (5k)

The bell tinkled, and Harry froze as an overpowering scent, musky and thick, crisp and slightly sweet, yet utterly masculine, delightfully tickled his senses. Harry's eyes slowly slid up to see the source of this wonderful scent, and his breath was taken away at the sex god before him, all muscled and compact and utterly screaming of Alpha. Icy blue eyes stared him down, set off by sharp cheekbones, a stubbled jaw that looked yummy enough to nibble on, and caramel hair, which was lazily gelled, a few pieces falling over his forehead. His skin was tan, his hands strong and steady, his biceps still clearly visible even through his jacket. Every fiber of Harry's being stood at full alert.

The one where Harry's a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his bakery one day.

the boys of fall by godgavemelou (21k)

“And everyone, this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be our starting quarterback this year.”

Louis looks at him, the tall and lanky Harry Styles, and takes it all in. He’s got hair to his shoulders that curls at the ends, tattoos all down his arms, and a bright smile on his face as the team cheers him on. He’s lean and fit, and absolutely beautiful, and Louis hates him to the core.

OR an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

The Dead of July by whimsicule (117k)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

Part 1 of Avengers

The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn (122k)

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

The Flatmates by Centa0592 (47k)

Harry is a cheeky Alpha who vows never to settle down.

Louis is a hurt omega whose Alpha died just before they could bond officially.

Zayn is an artistic Alpha who doesn’t understand privacy, or personal space.

Liam is a curious Beta who is convinced the world is going to end.

And Niall is a drunk Beta who keeps falling asleep randomly without finishing his sentences….he might also suffer from narcolepsy. None of the lads know for sure.

Or

The story where five lads all respond to the same ad about an available flat and move in.

Part 1 of Life as we know it

The Fragmented Veil by missberrycake (28k)

In which Louis gets attacked one night in the dark. It changes his life, just not in the way he expected.

The King of Spades by hazmesentir (109k)

Undercover Metropolitan Police officer DC Louis Tomlinson has worked his way up the ranks of a prominent London crime family without raising suspicion, but when he finds himself pitted against a rising crime boss with a police background and a favoured employee by the name of Harry Styles, everything starts to unravel. Finding himself in the middle of an escalating war between two bosses whose bad blood runs deep into a violent past, Louis has to be even more careful where he steps in case his big secret catches up to him – and if it does, he knows he won't survive it.

Not to mention he's falling for someone he can't have – whose earnestness and honesty is a bright spot in a dark world – he can't sleep because his nightmares haunt him and he's in way over his head, but it's just a game, always just a game, and if Louis plays his cards right he might just make it out alive.

The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots (30k)

It's one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall's his best mate. Liam's been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can't disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.

Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he's never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn't brought up in three years because it's stupid and embarrassing and confusing.

Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.

The Stars In Your Eyes Light Up The Sky by andthensusays (60k)

Once again, Harry’s life was on a fast track into seriously uncharted territory. He had known from the moment he’d woken up on that horrible morning that he would have no choice other than to come out. Publicly.

Harry Styles, the first publicly gay Prince of England in British History.

That would be his luck.

Or,

The one where Harry is a prince forced out of the closet and Louis is a boybander forced in. When they meet, everything changes.

The Sweetest Incantation by smittenwithlouis (41k)

Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he's never been as confused and dumbfounded. He's a witch, for God's sake. Can't get much weirder than all the magical things he's experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.

Or: Harry is a witch who's still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.

The Things I’d Do To Wake Up Next To You by dirtymattress (36k)

AU. Harry wakes up to a pregnant Louis Tomlinson and a wedding band on his finger.

These Constant Stars by stylinsoncity (31k)

Louis’ career has nowhere to go but up. He’s living at the height of New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.

This is a story about life, death, and punk rockers turned guardian angels.

Title inspired by "Fool's Gold" by One Direction.

Part 1 of Guardian Angels

These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning (18k)

He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.

Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it's a long ride to Glasgow.

This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is by LittleLostPieces (15k)

Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing. And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn't what Louis is looking for in a potential partner. That’s all. He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes. His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants. They're not. Really.

Three French Hems by 100percentsassy & gloria_andrews (20k)

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

through the wire by Awriterwrites (11k)

“Mate. He’s like. I don’t know how to describe it.” Liam’s voice was on edge, a tremble in it that indicated he was either very nervous or extremely excited; unsure of what to do next. It was probably both.

All Harry could think about was LouisLouisLouis. He needed him so badly his body ached with it. His skin was crawling and his entire body felt explosive, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

“Ok. Li? This is what you are going to do…” Louis took a deep breath, the intake of air audible through the wire, as he prepared to guide Liam through what was probably going to be the strangest most erotic, and possibly most awkward experience of his life.

trusting things beyond mistake by sarcasticfluentry (10k)

"Is that even possible?" asks Harry.

All of them stare at him for several seconds, and then Louis says, "What, coming untouched?"

"Christ," Zayn mutters, throwing his hands up. “This fucking band, I swear.”

...or, Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock and ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Truth Be Told (I Never Was Yours) by JustForTommo (77k)

Harry watches Louis as he scrunches up his nose and bites the end of a pen in concentration. He’s been working on seating arrangements for the past hour and getting more frustrated by the minute. Louis huffs out a breath and glances down at Harry with a soft smile on his lips before he returns to the task at hand. It’s easy, right then, for Harry to let himself believe that they’re planning a seating chart for their own wedding and bickering over who is going to sit where from a list of their own family members. He can let himself daydream about a white picket fence and a dog that they could have within the next year.

It’s like a cold slap in the face when Harry looks to the top of the page to see “Aiden and Louis Grimshaw” at the head table, and Harry has to mentally remind himself for the thousandth time that Louis is not his. Never was, really. He’s just the wedding planner that’s been in love with Louis since he was sixteen.

(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)

Tug-of-War by cherrystreet (63k)

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

Two Sugars, No Cream by loveyoulou (orphan_account) (8k)

Harry's a young, successful, and rich music producer under Simon Cowell. Louis' a college student, working part time at the local coffee shop while studying to be a pediatrician, just barely making ends meet. He has no idea who the cute boy is that keeps on popping up at his school and work is, or what Harry has in store for him.

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Cartist' : A Confluence Of Modern Art and Automobiles

From the likes of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre to the roof of the Sistine Chapel to the Ellora Caves in Maharashtra or even the architectural shape of the Taj Mahal, art can be a variety of things to a diffusion of human beings. Art experts commonly preserve the view that motors (or transportation in popular) can never be art, but of course, every person who has ever visible a Jaguar E-Type or a Ferrari 250 GT Short Wheel Base up near can contradict that announcement. But what about the use of automobiles as a base for artwork. What about taking an automobile and making it right into a blank canvas to make artwork on. A small group in Jaipur called Cartist is doing exactly that, and lots greater

Cartist is an exhibition of artwork inside the pink metropolis

Jaipur that evolves constantly through the weekend. And as the name suggests, the topic is quite apparent – the auto. And it isn’t the who’s who of the art global that congregate on the occasion to make art, it’s far certainly more often than not art students. There are even specialists who offer them with a direction in terms of what to do, the way to do it and of path, what not to do while developing those masterpieces. And yes, they may be masterpieces. In truth, there are some canvas art work that we saw on the occasion that made our jaws drop with the type of sheer detail they carried and the kind of situation matter that a confluence of contemporary Indian artwork and vehicles ought to painting

Its now not just canvas art even though. Cartist additionally has a mix of stone sculptures

Set up art (that has been produced from a set of vintage and as a substitute worthless Bajaj scooters) and even cord frame art. In fact, the wire body art pieces, possibly the finest we’ve got ever visible in India carry alive a Type 1 Jaguar E-Type Coupe and an AC Cobra. Having pushed a Type 1 Jaguar E-Type Coupe and been fortunate enough to spend an enormous time around one, the eye to detail is clearly spectacular! From the electricity bulges on the hood to the louvers that flank it, to the gasoline filler starting and the tail gate that opens sideways, each unmarried element has been stuck with surprising stages of detail

Himanshu Jangid, the founder of Cartist has gone above and beyond to promote automobile art however donating three of his traditional motors for the cause changing them into massive canvases that artists can come and draw on. One of those vehicles, a very very unique Mercedes-Benz S-Class Fintail from the Sixties is usually the form of car that nobody would dream to paint and draw on through hand, but with students flocking towards it to give it their own contact, we are certain that it’s going to emerge as one of the coolest and most unique conventional automobiles in the u . S ..

Fibonacci Support, Resistance, & the Power of Confluence

Leonardo Pisano, higher known via his nickname Fibonacci, posted Liber abaci in 1202 wherein he posed the subsequent trouble:

A positive guy places a couple of rabbits in a place surrounded on all aspects through a wall. How many pairs of rabbits may be constructed from that pair in a yr if it is meant that every month every pair begets a new pair, which from the second one month on will become productive?

The resulting series is 1, 1, 2, three, 5, eight, thirteen, 21, 34, 55,… Every number in the collection is the sum of the two numbers previous it. He also discovered that each number within the collection is 1.618 instances the preceding number and.618 of the next number.

Many technicians use the Fibonacci numbers whilst trying to decide support and resistance, and normally use.382,50, and.618 retracements.

It is typically believed that a.382 retracement from a fashion pass will have a tendency to mean a continuation of the fashion. A.618 retracement implies that a trend trade can be inside the making. Technicians have adopted many such policies. My approach is distinct in that I do no longer use Fibonacci retracement numbers to decide the fashion. My long-term trend is determined through an easy 89-period moving average. It is effective from a one-minute chart to a month-to-month chart. This moving common is the literal battleground among the bulls and bears.

My method for figuring out help and resistance within the path of the primary trend (that is continually determined by fees either above or beneath the lengthy-term easy 89 lengths transferring average.) Most charting packages will enable you to create a simple 89-length transferring common. I encourage you to study the market this manner.

My approach is distinctive in calculating support and resistance than the standard ratios with which most investors are acquainted. More accurate because of the usage of greater data points and the manner the ratios are calculated. I include as many as seven swing highs and swing lows in addition to the vast high points and large low factors within the calculations.

Let’s assessment the approach I use to calculate aid and resistance stages. The first component I need to identify is a trend move, i.E. A sizeable excessive factor to a tremendous low factor or vice versa. These factors are the acute obstacles of the fashion.

The Importance Of Cell Phones In Modern Society

Cell phones have turn out to be a need for many people for the duration of the arena. The capability to preserve in touch with family, business buddies, and get right of entry to email are only a few of the reasons for the growing importance of cell phones. Today’s technically advanced cellular phones are able to not most effective receiving and setting phone calls, but storing statistics, taking images, and may also be used as walkie talkies, to name only some of the available alternatives.

When cellular telephones were first introduced to the general public, they had been cumbersome

Expensive, and a few even required a base unit that had to be transported along with the cellphone. Good reception changed into a major trouble and in fashionable, early cellular telephones may want to only be used in certain places were the sign was particularly robust. As cellular phone era advanced, the difficult in the usage of them have become much less of a trouble. Today, mobile cellphone reception has improved substantially because of the use of satellites and wireless offerings. As mobile telephones stepped forward and became easy to use, the significance of cellular telephones increased for that reason.

Cell phones are the correct way to stay related with others and offer the user with a experience of safety. In the occasion of emergency, having a cellular phone can allow help to attain you quick and will likely shop lives. However, the importance of mobile phones is going way past private safety. Modern mobile phones are capable of internet access, sending and receiving images and files, and a few cell phones are prepared with GPS era, bearing in mind use in most places around the sector and allowing the mobile phone to be located or the user placed on the occasion of loss or emergency.

The Environmental Benefits of Automobile Recycling

Green living refers to an interest that contributes to minimizing or getting rid of pollutants from the environment and improving personal health and energy. There are many sports that can have a high-quality impact at the surroundings, along with ingesting organically grown food, selecting paper baggage instead of plastic luggage, recycling beer cans, putting in an environmentally friendly ground in your property or riding a gasoline green car. A recent emerging fashion is recycling of vehicles to obtain a greener environment.

When the majority of motors have outlived their usefulness, they’re taken to scrap yards wherein the cars are shredded and the ultimate fabric (primarily comprising of iron and metal) is then recycled back into motors, appliances, and other merchandise. Automobiles make one of the most recycled products in the international as three out of four tons of new steel is made from recycled metallic. Other car elements along with brake pads, shoes, oil filters, rubberized seals, polyurethane seat foam, seat covers, ground mats, rims, windshield glass and aspect home windows glass can also be recycled to be used in new automobiles.

Automobile recycling confers endless advantages on the environment.

It facilitates keep natural resources and protects the surroundings from infection by using recycling usable components and elements. It enables lessen water and air pollutants and saves landfill space. As vehicle recycling minimizes the want for processing virgin materials, it helps lessen greenhouse gasoline emissions in particular sulfur dioxide that have detrimental results on the environment and human fitness.

Automobile recycling makes use of far less power than that needed for car manufacturing. This, in flip, reduces the quantities of carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide and different carbon compounds launched into the ecosystem and facilitates preserve valuable reserves of gas, coal, and oil. Recycling cars and their spare components can shop as much as eighty million barrels of oil and 40000 tons of coal a yr.