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sofs16 · 6 months

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our trust

part 1: a paddock day , part 2: our leclerc win, part 3: our love in photos, part 4: our home, part 5: ripples in our love

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the night of the fight, charles was slapped with the harsh reality you had left as he entered your shared home.

usually, you would provide him with delicious food you cooked by the time he was home. now, he had to walk next block to pick up some food. though he could just order, he opted not to wallow on the couch and take the 5 minute walk.

the first thing that stood out to him as he entered was your shoes. white stilettos you’d wear on your date nights, beige sandals you wore practically everywhere, and the adidas shoes he had gotten your for your anniversary with a strawberry keychain, your favorite.

he stared back at the empty coat hanger where yours was, usually. then he made his way to the living room, no blanket of yours was there or those little stuffed toys he had grown to love and appreciate over the last few months.

making his way to the dining or kitchen area, it was only set for one. he sat down staring at your seat. the same seat where he had pleaded you to stay.

after eating, he made it back to your shared room. the things he noticed at first glance was baffling. no salt lamp you loved so dearly, no fluffy blanket you loved, no slippers beside the bed, your skincare products all gone, your jewelry box missing from your bedside table, and many more.

he saw your closet halved of what it was. he sighed and took his pajamas before entering the bathroom and feeling the hole in his chest grow deeper. he had done this to himself.

he settled in your side of the bed, hoping to feel the last ounce of you. scrolling on his phone, he conversed with the grid on his mistakes and what he should do. pierre had told him to march over to france and beg yn to take him back, alonso was strongly opposed to that, suggesting to charles he should give her space but also make himself known. so that’s what he did.

he texted you every time he could and also stalked every yn fanpage known to man. when he got the message you wanted to meet at baku, he held himself from screaming in excitement as he was having dinner with the grid.

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

september 10, 2024

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

would you mind if i went to baku this week and we talked?

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

Of course, amour! Would you want me to pick you up at the airport?:)

september 11, 2024

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

if you’re not too busy

slr i just finished booking the flight

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

I am never too busy for you.

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

Thennn tomorrow 9pm, pick me up?

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

Can not wait to see you, I love you! 😘

Charles rushed out of the ferrari garage to fetch you. On the way, he was starting to worry if ‘and we talked’ would mean you were ending it with him.

He saw you sitting on your luggage outside the airport. He smiled at the sight of you and immediately went out of the car.

It wasn’t easy to not spot Charles as he pulled up in his Ferrari all red attire and his fancy car. You stood up, he hugged you tightly, and you smiled at the familiar feeling. “I missed you so much, amour. Are you okay? How was the flight?”

“I-“ You were cut off as many fans approached you both. Charles was quick to bring you in the car and your luggages and carry ons. A fan asked him to sign a Lightning McQueen shirt and you couldn’t help but laugh, making Charles smile.

The drive wasn’t awkward at all. Charles put on your favorite songs and asked little questions about your time away from him.

You mentioned how you discovered a new restaurant he would love in Nice and should go together.

Charles’ heart sped up at the idea you thought of him in places like restaurants and you wanted to go places with him. It gave him hope your conversation would end positively.

you sat criss crossed on the bed after changing and looked at Charles. “i- I really missed you, Charles” you confessed as he smiled “I missed you more than words can explain it, belle” he replied

no matter how many times you had rehearsed this on the plane, your feelings were confused. you sighed and laid your head on charles’ lap as he stroked your hair.

“i still wanna be with you charles, of course i do. i just… i dont know how to trust you. i need your word charles. you won’t do this to me ever again because it fucking hurts, charles leclerc. It hurts. drunk or not, i need you to control yourself, though i don’t know how you’ll control your drunk self. i cant do this again.”

“again? … i know, amour. i have been making myself better for you while you were away. i am lessening my drinking because i can not live without you. i have not even drank since you left and you are my everything, my priority, even on top of ferrari” he kissed your forehead as you smiled.

“‘kay… i missed you” you said quietly, nuzzling into his sweater. “me too, love” “get rest, you’ll do great tomorrow” “with you by my side, i hope so” he chuckled.

charles knew you wouldn’t just forget about it, so he was determined to prove to you he meant everything he said.

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yn.charlesupdate PARENTS BACK TOGETHER AT BAKU AIRPORT !!!❤️❤️❤️ view all 1,484 comments

ynslife happy if they worked it out but i really hope yn doesn’t get hurt again:/

gridzfire LFG PADDOCK YN BACK AT IT AGAIN

september 12, 2024

clercspaddock

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clercspaddock YN AT THE PADDOCK WE WON

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yn what can i say, i missed u hoes 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷ clercspaddock More than charles?

⤷ yn you’re as delusional as i used to be if u believe that babes…. but i love u guys 🫀

⤷ clercspaddock hey, i had to shoot my shot

⤷ uryn how did u just casually have a convo w yn

⤷ clercspaddock I DONT KNOW

september 13, 2024

yn’s instagram story:

“ back here ❤️”

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ynnns16

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ynnns16 yeah maybe he cheated but u cant deny he’s in love with her. it was probably a mistake because look at how he looks when he’s talking abt her:,)

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september 14, 2023

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yn YOUR SILLIEST WAG IS BACK WITH A MAN WITH POLE 🥹

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2024leclercs yn beating the ferrari admin at the pole post 😭

charles_leclerc Je t’aime❤️ je ne peux pas vivre sans toi i love you❤️ i can’t live without you

⤷ yn 😘

⤷ landonorris has charles infected you with that emoji

⤷ yn it started as a joke but im afraid so.

⤷ charles_leclerc What is wrong with it?

fernandoalo_oficial Good to see you again 😊

⤷ yn I LOVE YOU

ynspillow did she just forgive and forget… babes..

⤷ yn againnn, we want to keep this private. but i don’t forget easily

⤷ verstappens3 as u should queen

mclaren You’d look good in orange 🍊

⤷ yn you mean papaya?

⤷ mclaren Whatever works for you! Send the address🧡

⤷ scuderiaferrari Don’t steal our girl🙁

⤷ mclaren Just sent the package of papaya shirts 😘

redbullracing Want to design new shirts for us? ❤️

⤷ yn YES

⤷ scuderiaferrari Excuse us.

⤷ yn you never asked me

⤷ scuderiaferrari Running to Charles about this.

ynsnorris LOL ADMINS FIGHTING OVER YN AND REDBULL JUST ASKS FOR A DESIGN 😭 september 14, 2024

yn’s instagram story:

yn.jpg

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yn.jpg finally get to share my lil gig soon

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charles_leclerc My talented girl ❤️

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f1 Lets go!!! chickf1lla RED BULL TOO? WHAT

scuderiaferrari ❤️

⤷ ynclaren u guys badly need all the help u can get after that shit show while yn was gone…

⤷ yn.jpg LOLLLL

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yn that wasnt me

september 16, 2024

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yn we’ve been doing this for quite some time so i’m glad i get to share it with everyone now🪷 i had an amazing time doing one of the things i love in one of my favorite places! i worked with f1 and vogue magazine for this one! the “adrenaline on track” issue is out next month🏎️❤️‍🔥🫧

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maxverstappen1 Amazing

⤷ yn thanks max 🐙

landonorris IS THAT ME

⤷ yn dont let it inflate your ego

lewishamilton fire shots 🔥

⤷ yn thankies lewyyyyy

charles_leclerc These are as beautiful as you ❤️

⤷ yn are u calling my shots ugly

⤷ charlando LMAOAOAOA YN STOP

⤷ charles_leclerc What, No! I am saying you are so beautiful and out of this planet, just like these amazing photos!

charsyln yn making charles work for it as she should

voguesf1 fr though. im so happy charles and yn dated/ are dating because yn’s passions and talents are being showed to the world. everyone has talents but im just grateful we get to see her art and see her make a name for herself, not just charles’ gf

⤷ yn youre so kind:( thank you<333

⤷ voguesf1 YOURE SO KIND?? SEE THIS WOMAN IS THE RIGHT WOMAN FOR HIM AND THE WORLD TO KNOW

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⤷ stylishts lets just hope he doesn’t fuck this relationship up

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september 18, 2024

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love4wags Yn’s old twitter account has been found and leaked. Most tweets are about F1 and her current boyfriend, Charles. The twitter account has now been deleter.

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user this is disgusting. why are you posting something so personal here?

⤷ user1 well clearly she posted it on social media. she should’ve made her account private

⤷user3 she probably left it public so she’d get attention😂

checosbrazil “I hope the person I marry one day is not like this” ….. Um

tshoehbookss I never knew she had sm trauma…

yn hii pls take this down:)

⤷ ynsloml oh mom:(

september 19, 2024

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ynsloml WHY AM I CRYING OVER A TWEET. view all 1,272 comments

f1stime Well, now we know how old she is… 5 months older than Charles!

fruitsofme notice how she always says “it’s okay” in her tweets…

september 19, 2024

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yn yes, i am the type to respond to anything against me while staying unbothered, get used to it.

plssss stop sharing my old tweets! they are embarrassing and old and not up to date with who i am now or how i am. i am the happiest with charles and im in an alright relationship with my parents. i am okay and always have been so! stop! spreading! lies!i worked hard for myself to live the life i live now and im thankful for the opportunities charles has given me.

(i did not at all do this for attention as i forgot about it and thought it was private <i didnt know how to private accounts at the time>)

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september 19, 2024

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ynsodddd why has yn gotten the most shit out of all the wags. what did she ever do to yall😭😭😭 and to the ‘fans’ sharing her old tweets… BFFR!!!! this girl has gone thru sm LEAVE HER ALONE 😭

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user1 fr why is everything just happening to her rn😭 traumatic parents, got cheated on, working with vogue, photographer, can speak like 6/7 languages????

⤷user2 what in the wattpad

⤷author what in the tumblr (;)

september 19, 2024

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Best way to start racing weekend❤️

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september 19, 2024

#SOF i ran out of pics for the boarder thing but i may have gotten a little overboard with the drama.

please please share your opinions and lmk if i ruined it 😊

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #social media au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc 16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #scuderia ferrari #charles lecrelc

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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Just realized poly Charles and Max Y/n probably wears half and half merch to the races. Like a half RedBull/ Half Ferrari jacket! A hat with 16 and 1 on the brim!

A/N: They've fought so much over what she'd wear that she's just decided to wear both and switch to one main one if the other DNFS

"You look," "Finish that sentence and go full Ferrari fan." Max closes his mouth as he just smiles innocently at you and your mess of navy blue and cherry red. "I think you look lovely." Charles kissing your cheek as he goes back to eating his salad and checking twitter.

"Thank you, handsome." Charles smiles, mouth full of salad while Max rolls his eyes. Ferrari and RB gave you personalized gear for you. They still liked to fight over where you'd watch the race and decided to switch off every other race.

"The hat is ridiculous though." Max points out, unable to stop himself. The hat was navy blue with a red bill and the 1 was navy blue and the 6 was red to signify their team colors. "Well, you winning all the time is," "Charles." Warning your boyfriend, he shuts up, shoving more food into his mouth.

"Why can't you just wear on persons merch?" Max whines. He was having a tough time. It's his home race and Lando had beaten him in practice and doesn't help that Daniel has broken his wrist which has everyone worried. "Because I love you both, and want to support you both. So, you can share me but have a problem with me wearing both?" Cocking a eyebrow, Max looks away pouting.

Charles smiles, sticking his fork in Max's face, who doesn't refuse and takes a big bite. "He's just grumpy, let him eat and take a nap he'll be better." Max moves quick as Charles yelps rushing off, Max chasing after Charles.

"Morons."

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landothemuppet · 3 months

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WILD CHERRY AND THE PAPAYA FLIRT (LN4) part one

pairing: lando norris x onlyfan!reader

summary: lando norris indeed goes on OF and being a fan of a certain girl.

content warnings: onlyfan mentionned, suggestive content, disgusting men comments, mention of sugar daddies/baby

author's note: okayyyy well, I have to say that those rumors about Lando really helped me to right this first part. I think it would be two short part, maybe three. I hope you will enjoy this, please be kind to me.

yourinstagram

liked by nobodycaressss5 and 1,587 others yourinstagram 🍒 → sugardaddy67 could give everything to taste your sweet lips → robertutterbate show me more, my babygirl → nobodycaressss5 nice → mrbigredboss did you receive my gift, my sweet baby? liked by yourinstagram

yourusername is on live!

yourinstagram posted a story

nobodycaressss5 even if you would be stunning in that, i have to say: wrong team, girl yourinstagram First, it was a cute gift from someone. Then, which teams should i wear, then? nobodycaressss5 From one of your daddies? idk why but i'm sure papaya would suits you better or nothing...would be even better yourinstagram None of your business, you noisy little weirdo oh, so you want me naked? what would you do if i was? nobodycaressss5 Not a really nice way to talk to someone who wants to be nice Treat you well, honey...treat you so well, better than all of your daddies yourinstagram bold of you, empty pp...

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yourinstagram posted a story

nobodycaressss5 are your flirting with me, babygirl? yourinstagram should i? nobodycaressss5 don't know, what's the papaya about? yourinstagram testing the merch before wearing the actual color nobodycaressss5 so you considering about me sending you gift? yourinstagram mhmm, maybe, if I like the taste, maybe you should start to show me how you treat me better than the others... nobodycaressss5 can't wait to show you... yourinstagram my turn.. what's the papaya about? what's the matter behind that particular color? nobodycaressss5 let me first see you in papaya and then i will tell you, babygirl

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gossipwags it seems like our national Lando Norris loves to like some sulfurous instagram account those days. Lando's parasocials are wild and non-reciprocal on this account. (@)yourinstagram is a faceless instagram account with a red aesthetic (seem our papaya boy likes kinda a Ferrari girl), with some pretty implicit content. Also, she seems to have a link on her profile leading to an OF paid page. What do you think?

yourinstagram

liked by nobodycaressss5, and 1,989 others yourinstagram Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. (Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, 1955) show more comments → landonowiss ugh, she's quoting a pedophile ↳ ln4swiftie educate yourself, you moron. → bobnorris Not Lolita 😩 → nowinfornorris whore ↳ charlandosupremacy slut-shamming could be illegal ↳ nowiiis she's asking for it, quoting some perv books, having an onlyfans ↳ ln4swiftie (@)nowiiis again, educate yourself...and girl can do whatever she wants, that doesn't make her a whore. We're in 2024.

yourusername is on live!

#ln4 #lando norris #lando norris smau #lando norris x reader #lando norris fic #lando norris fanfic

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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Wine and Lies 5

summary: A dinner date turns into a heartbreak. But maybe, you could get revenge.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! reader, charles leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating

prev part

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You glanced at yourself in the mirror once more, doing a double take of your figure in the mirror.

The dress looked good on you, it enhanced your features, it made you feel confident, it made you feel hot. And the cherry on top was that it was Ferrari red.

Perfect since you and Charles had to attend a banquet for Ferrari. You heard a shuffle from behind you, glancing around you meet Charles eyes in the mirror. And god did he look hot in his suit, it almost, almost, made you forget about Carlos.

The suit made Charles look like a prince. His broad shoulders, his muscular body, his tall height, his handsome face. Everything about him screamed perfection. He looked at you in the mirror, his blue eyes shining brightly and a soft smile on his face.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, his hands sliding over your hips to pull you closer to him.

“You look hot Y/n,” he whispered in your ear and you could feel his breath. “So so so beautiful cheri..”

Your cheeks immediately started to flush pink as Charles spoke. His compliment made you feel so good about yourself.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he spoke. His arms were wrapped around you, his hands sliding on your hips and he pulled you closer to him.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the touch of his body as he placed his lips on your neck. You could feel his breath on you, his words causing you to blush and giggle.

You let out a soft sigh and lean back against him, “You look so good in that suit Charles..” You say softly. In your mind you imagined Carlos in his place, it disgusted you that you had done that, but maybe it was just you trying to get over him.

Charles' cheeks turned the tiniest bit pink as you complimented him.

He chuckled softly and rubbed circles on your hip.

"Thank you, cheri. Maybe I should wear this all the time" He joked and then kissed your neck.

“Hmm you’re funny..” You say softly with a smile before pulling away from his grasp, you place a soft kiss to his cheek before walking away.

“We should leave soon for the banquet..” You murmur out, walking away from him and out of the bedroom.

Charles chuckled softly as you kissed his cheek.

He stood up, straightening his suit out a bit before he walked after you.

"Right...we should leave" He muttered and then started to follow you out of the bedroom.

———

You and Charles arrive at the banquet, his arm stays wrapped around your waist the entire time you talk to potential investors and contributors.

Soon it’s time for everyone to get sat and eat, so you and Charles make your way to a table, his hand moves down to your thigh as you wait for the food to be served.

He rubs small circles into your thigh with his thumb, occasionally giving it a squeeze. Then there’s a sudden change, his hand grips your thigh, glancing over at him you see his jaw clenched, “What is it Charles..?” You ask softly, trying to follow his glare.

Your eyes widen in realization, he’s glaring at Carlos and- Rebecca…?

Of course they would be there, you knew that, but you thought you would be lucky enough to not see them.

He turned his attention to you with a grim expression on his face.

“Nothing” he said through gritted teeth, refusing to say anything further.

His thumb started to dig into your thigh as his grip tightened. “Ce salaud de tricheur” that bastard cheater.

“Charles- could you please loosen your grip..” You murmur out to him softly, placing a hand on his shoulder in attempt to pull him out of his daze.

Charles’ eyes snapped back to you as you grabbed his shoulder.

His expression softened and he let out a breath, realizing that he was gripping your thigh too tight.

He loosened his grip on your thigh, his thumb stopping from massaging it.

“My bad… it’s just…” Charles muttered as he looked towards Carlos and Rebecca, his eyebrows narrowing slightly.

“It’s alright, just don’t pay them any attention..” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Charles let out a sigh as you kissed his cheek.

He tried to compose his expression so that he didn’t give away his anger.

“Yeah… you’re right” he said, placing a hand on your thigh. He tried to remain calm and focused on the banquet in front of them.

After awhile the speech started, you really weren’t paying too much attention to it, instead you fiddled with Charles fingers, eager to get back to his apartment and watch a movie with him.

But throughout the speech, your eyes kept on moving back to Carlos, he looked good, too good. His hair styled, eyes still as round and innocent, at least to the sight.

To your surprise Carlos’s gaze was locked on you and Charles, eyes narrowed in a glare and jaw clenched, he wasn’t even paying attention to Rebecca who was trying to get his attention next to him.

You cringe at the sight, tearing your eyes away from him you opt to focus back on the speech, partially aware of the glare set on you and Charles.

But Charles was fully aware the of glare. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek, causing you to smile and lean into his embrace.

He meets Carlos’s gaze and smirks at him. Charles smirked at Carlos’ glare, he knew exactly what was going through his mind.

He could practically smell the jealousy radiating off of him.

He was the only one with his arm wrapped around you.

He was the only one with his lips on your cheek, kissing you.

He was the only one with you, not Carlos.

“Hey I’m going to go to the bathroom..I’ll be right back..” You murmur out to Charles, pulling away from him and making your way towards the restrooms.

Unknowing to you, Carlos was trailing right behind you, ready to show you who you actually belong to.

Carlos walked behind you, his mind set on one thing.

You were his, or at the very least you would be by the end of the night.

He had to show you that you deserved to be his and no other man’s.

He wasn’t letting you go, not tonight, at least that’s what he told himself.

The hallway to the bathrooms was empty, everyone was busy eating and talking.

You felt a hand grab your arm and yank you towards them, then before you could react you were shoved against the hallway wall.

“What the-“ You say before a hand covers your mouth, you meet the brown eyes of Carlos.

Your eyes widened as Carlos grabbed you and shoved you against the wall.

He placed a hand quickly over your mouth, not letting you utter a sound.

Your gaze shifted to meet his eyes as he pinned you against the wall.

Your stomach fluttered and your heart skipped a beat at this unexpected move.

What is he doing?

“Mi amor..you look too good tonight..” He whispers out, his free hand going to your waist, feeling you up. You eyes go wide, but you don’t fight his touch.

Carlos’ touch sent shivers down your spine.

You felt your heart beat out of your chest as his hands roamed freely on your body.

He had no right to touch you after how he treated you. A small part of you liked this though...

How could he just get to do all of these things that you missed?

His touch reminded you how good it felt to be with him.

But Charles- Charles with his soft touches and lingering kisses.

Just before you try to shove Carlos off you, he’s yanked away from you.

It was Charles.

He stood there with his hands balled together, his brows furrowed as he glared at Carlos.

Neither one said a word as they stared at each other.

“Let’s go..” Charles mutters out, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Carlos, leading you two out of the building.

On the way out you make eye contact with Rebecca, you and her share a knowing look, you both knew it was too late to get away from Carlos.

Neither one of you said anything, you just walked silently out of the building.

This night was over, Carlos had ruined it.

There was a moment of silence as you two get to Charles car.

“I’m sorry Charles- I didn’t know he’d do that..” You say softly, not sure how any of this would play out.

Charles looked over at you as he heard your apology.

He remained silent for a few seconds as he mulled over his thoughts.

Finally, he spoke.

“I’m not mad at you, cheri.” he said softly, looking into your eyes with his blue ones.

“I’m mad at him.”

The anger and jealousy in his eyes were clear to see.

You nod your head at his words, not sure what to say.

“Do you- do you still have feelings for him? For Carlos?” Charles asks, he knew deep down you still weren’t over Carlos, but he hoped he could do something.

“I- I don’t Charles, I don’t have feelings for him…” You say, it was a pure lie. You couldn’t bring yourself to face the truth or to break Charles heart, because you did like Charles, he was so sweet to you.

Charles’ eyes narrowed from your answer, he knew that you were lying.

He didn’t say anything though, his lips tightened as he tried to contain his thoughts.

He wanted to yell at you and make you admit that you still had feelings for Carlos, but he wanted to believe the lie that you told him.

You did like him, that was true, so he chose to believe that instead.

“Let’s go home…” Charles finally said as the silence stretched on for a bit longer.

“Thank you..” You say, giving him a soft smile as he unlocks his car and opens the door for you to get in.

Charles opened the car door for you and let you in. His face remained tense and his lips were pressed in a straight line.

He looked at you after you said thank you and his expression slightly softened.

He walked to the driver's side and climbed in as well.

Your fingers were interlinked the entire drive and you remained silent as your thoughts raced.

Maybe you could just fake it with Charles, it was better than running back to Carlos- or breaking Charles heart.

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radio 🪩: Should be ending this series soon, and I should be working on extra parts to certain fics/series!

taglist: @janeholt3 @lightdragonrayne @roseseraj @formulas-bitch

sequel

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saintslewis · 7 months

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“𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐭” - 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: charles celebrates his birthday in Cape Town and meets his angel

warnings: mild smut (MDNI 18+), kissing, outfit descriptions.

saint’s team notes: my first kinktober special!!! obv i’m doing this because it’s my second boyfriend’s birthday today and i wanted to release in honour of him so i hope you guys enjoy this! it’s quite short but bare with me y’all!!!! sorry for typos and Taglist is down below! happy birthday charles!!

kinktober with Saint!

His eyes were stuck on you as they have been the whole night.

He had watched you sway your hips in such sensual ways, your arms often touching your body as if you were calling him to you although you only made eye contact once. Your mini dress was cherry red, contrasting with your melanin skin and your jewellery shined brightly underneath the club lights.

The Cape Town aura was everything Charles thought it would be like. The smell of the Atlantic Ocean, the colourful buildings, the delicious food, the beautiful people who welcomed him so warmly. He truly loved it there, fulfilling his travel bucket list to touch down in South Africa.

Sitting in an open booth in Cabo, an exclusive beach club,and he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you entered the club with your friends. To him, it looked like you had a light on you wherever you went and the beat of whatever song was playing was beating through his entire body, feeling even closer to you than ever.

Before he knew it, sparkles and a whole bunch of people blocked his vision from you. His friends and different bottle girls sang happy birthday loudly, swinging around a large sign that read his name and 'happy birthday' underneath. Eventually focusing on everything around him, he smiled and thanked everyone and took a celebratory shot with all his friends. It was if the music played louder and his section filled up every second with girls wanting to throw themselves at him but what absolutely gutted him was that he lost sight of you, the light in the club no longer shining.

Signaling to his friends and seemingly other people that he would be right back, he hurried towards the dance floor hoping to spot you but he didn't have any luck. Seeing some of your friends still in the club, he calmed himself down a little until he noticed one of your dress tassels literally floating as you walked out of the club as if he was meant to see it.

Charles then decided to go outside just to see where you were, greeting everyone who stopped him for photos and photographs but he knew he had to hurry to see you. Eventually getting outside, he walked over to his rented Ferrari to seem as if he was looking for something, not seeing you standing at the back of the supercar, facing the ocean.

"I see you've been looking for me." You say, leaning against the car as his eyes found yours and he felt like everything lifted from his shoulders. There genuinely was a light around you but he didn't want to seem crazy and scare you off, not when he finally gets to talk to you.

Instead of responding to you, he came closer to you as he watched your smile become bigger. "Happy birthday, Charles." You wished him, making him lean against the car while you leaned on him, manicured hands on his chest. He blushed as he saw the close proximity you both were in. Finding his words, he finally responded. "T-thank you..um I don't know your name." He nervously chuckled as you kept eye contact with the Monagesque.

"My name's Y/n. You know Charlie, I'm here to fulfill one of your birthday wishes." You smirked up at the man, playing with his shirt. "My birthday wish?" He asked, his breath hitching when your hands went onto his waist.

"To whoever is listening, I ask to meet a beautiful woman and end my birthday well." You quoted him perfectly in French, the same words he said out loud this morning. "How did you know I said that?" Charles asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he gained the courage to hold your waist. "Like I said, I'm here to make you happy, sent by those who love you and yes, I know you didn't tell a single soul about your wish but I listened to you." You stated, tracing all types of shapes on his chest.

Noticing his face still made a confused expression, you smiled a little bit before patting his chest. "Okay, how about this? Wish for anything right now." You suggested and stepped back a little, making him frown at the loss of touch between you two. "Anything?" "Anything you want, Charlie."

"I wish for your dress to be pink." He wished, making you smile at the simplicity of the wish. Right before his eyes, your mini dress turned pink with a few sparkles around it. Astonished, the man pulled you closer to him with a smirk on his face. "Let's go celebrate my birthday then." He said, holding onto your waist quite gently.

With the snap of your fingers, you were in his hotel room and you straddled him with his face in your hands. Smashing your lips together, his large hands brought you closer to his body with your dress slowly rising up. Unbuttoning his shirt as slowly as you could, you kissed his neck and created marks on him.

Charles groaned as you pushed yourself down on him, gripping your ass as you continued to do so even though his shirt was off. Looking into each others eyes, they hung low as you leaned to pepper kisses on him before fully making out with him.

"Cherí, please, I need to taste you." He begged as he positioned the both of you to where he was in between your legs, heels long gone. Kissing down your body whilst the dress was still on you, he lifted your legs higher once he reached your dampned core. Kissing through your red lace underwear, you moaned softly as he repeatedly kissed your clit.

"Happy Birthday, Charlie." You wished him once again as he took off your underwear and placed it in his pants that felt incredibly tight on him at the moment.

"Thank you Cherí." He leaned forward to give you one last kiss on your lips before going down on you as you filled the air with your moans combined, the Cape Town skyline shining through the hotel window as you two loved on each other for hours.

The morning after, Charles was relieved to find you laying on his chest looking like the angel that you were. Your skin was glowing as the hickies were littered all over your body along with his scratches on his back. He hoped that you weren't going to leave him soon after the time you had spent together.

Hoping you'll never leave his side.

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❣️!All too well!❣️

Pairing: past Max verstappen X Cherrie . Present: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count : 7.2k.

Summary: in which Charles shows her that there’s more to being loved at midnight.

Max sat in his seat behind the long desk with a sinking feeling of dread deep in his chest as he watched his now former teammate walk into the room wearing red from head to toe, taking a seat beside her new teammate and smiling happily at the people in the room.

She didn't even seem to notice him at first, even though he was just sat right beside her waiting for her to acknowledge him , taking a deep breath to try and push down the uneasy and overwhelming feelings that overcame him as he watched her whisper something to Charles , her new teammate , giggling quietly as he nudged her shoulder with a grin.

Max pursed his lips and cleared his throat to get her attention , smiling at her her tensely when she turned her head only a little to look at him, raising a eyebrow at him questionably .

Oblivious to the brewing upset in his stomach as he watched his best friend easily fall into her new role without him.

She didn't even look upset in the slightest. Despite having spent three years by his side and driving for redbull.

There was only a giant , almost relieved smile on her pretty face as she proudly sat beside Charles in her new Ferrari race suit and hat , looking as though she had never been dressed in anything but red.

Max tried to be happy for her, knowing how much she had always dreamed of driving for a team like Ferrari. He had seen the pictures of her when she was a kid , wearing a custom Ferrari racesuit at every karting event. The way she had told everyone around her that someday she would race for her favourite team in the world.

Max had been naive in believing that her years at redbull would change her mind and make her stay.

But he had been so comfortable and secure in their friendship , and in their teamwork that her sudden move had blind sighted him and left him feeling more than a little dazed.

His chest hasn't stopped feeling tight since the day he had watched Charles leclerc Jog over to her at a party and tell her how much he couldn't wait to get to know her better and be her teammate . Cherrie easily bringing him into a hug and telling him the same thing.

Because it was no secret to anyone that the Ferrari driver had a long standing crush on his best friend , ever since they were kids and they were all racing against each other in karting completions and events.

Charles had always followed her around with hearts in his eyes despite Cherrie being completely oblivious to his feelings , only ever focused on winning.

Max hadn't been oblivious . But he had felt smug and triumphant the moment that Cherrie was announced as his teammate instead of Charles what felt like so long ago now.

He had thought that it would mean that the mans little crush would fade and that nothing would ever happen between the two of them. Because she was by his side more often than not which meant that Charles didn't stand a chance with her, not while max was around.

But now she was no longer his teammate but charles’s and he could only watch in silent uneasiness as Cherrie gave him all her attention like it was the normal between them now. Laughing at his little jokes he whispered to her to make her laugh , smiling at him like he was her new best friend .

As though she hadn't been on a podium not so long ago with Max's arms around her as they celebrated together , smiling up at him like he was the only person in the world .

That had been the most happiest moment of his life. Winning with her and celebrating with her. The two of them partying all night and ended up curled up against each other between the sheets at the end of the night. Like they always did.

Because the friendship and intimacy between them had always been easy. Had always been casual and unspoken of between them.

To the outside world they were just good friends and even better teammates . But behind closed doors max had her all to himself. She was the one that he went to when he felt like he had no one left to call that really cared about him.

It was her arms that he fell into when he was tired, it was her arms that he slept in when he just wanted peace and safety .

It was her lips that he kissed whenever they shared a bottle a wine or downed shots together at yet another party, both of them blaming the alcohol for their actions and max just laughing it off whenever she asked him why he always ended up in her bed when they were drunk .

He should have told her that he loved her. But he was too much of a coward to tell her sober and that kissing her while drunk was the only way he got to play pretend .

The only time where he had enough confidence and carelessness to take her to his bed and pretend that she would never leave .

She been his lover in secret . But his best friend to the rest of the world .

But as he watched Charles smile at her shyly , their chairs so close together that he was practically pressed against her side . His eyes never leaving her pretty face as she smiled at the reporters cheekily, proudly showing off her Ferrari cap to them . Not at all bothered by the change of her life.

She just kept smiling while max felt like his entire world was crashing down.

Watching the love of his life only give him a friendly glance , muttering a quick hello to him. Despite not having seen him in over three month. The longest the two hadn't fallen into old habits .

Max was struggling without her . Confused and angry , restless and uneasy by the sudden change.

Yet Cherrie had never looked more relaxed and confident in herself . No longer clinging to his side or chatting to him during press while max told her to be quite , he would lean away from her subtly during their conferences in the past, not wanting anyone to notice their familiar closeness .

Not wanting anyone to see how much he loved her.

He had been so worried with what everyone else would think about him and too concerned with keeping his feelings a secret. That he had failed to see her slowly pulling away from him in return.

Because although she still acted like she was his friend . No longer did she kiss him when she was drunk and no longer did she whisper jokes to him to try and make him smile at her . Wanting to make him laugh even though max barely ever cracked , just giving her a small shake of his head to get her to stop.

He only ever laughed with her in private . He only ever held her when they were alone.

But now as he watched Charles smile at her , unafraid of what anyone else thought of the way he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Max felt like a crate had fallen upon his shoulders as he watched Cherrie lean into her new teammate like she used to do with him.

He inhaled deeply , Nudging her side . "Where have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in too long.." he muttered to her quietly , keeping his eyes locked on the side of her pretty face .

Cherrie just smiled at him a little , leaning back

In her seat and giving a little casual shrug.

No blush came to her cheeks like it usually did whenever max would lean close to her and refuse to look away.

Instead she stayed calm and unbothered , looking back at him easily. Not at all nervous about the eye contact like she usually was.

"Just been getting to know my new team. I've been busy.." she simply answered him.

Charles , having been listening to them, leaned forward on the table and smiled over at max . Oblivious to his growing dislike for him.

Instead he just chuckled and told him "I've been trying to convince her to move to Monaco. I took her on a tour over the weekend but I think it was the ice cream shop that won her over." He giggled , glancing at her fondly .

Cherrie just smirked and looked over at him , nudging his shoulder gently with her own.

"Best ice cream I've ever had . If you ever want to change careers then being a professional tour guide would be the perfect job for you." She joked to him.

Charles laughed "no thank you! Then I'd have to be surrounded by more people all day. I don't think I'd enjoy it very much." He scrunched up his nose , more of an introvert just like Cherrie was.

Their need for peace and hatred of being in crowds only bonded them further .

Cherrie humming along in agreement. "Honestly.. I love this job but If I could get away with just going straight home after the race instead of doing press and having to socialise with people without being sued..." she sighed dreamily at the idea "that'd be lovely . To win a race and then just go straight home to bed.."

Charles grinned, nodding his head along with her words. "Definitely! But order some food on the way home too. Some pasta .." he mused giving her a knowing glance.

Cherrie lit up , laughing . "Obviously-"

Max buttered into their made up plans with a frown , looking at Cherrie in confusion . "I thought you hated pasta? You've always said that you don't like to eat it because it's always too dry or boring." He had tried to get her to eat it for years but she would never budge on her stance .

So he could only watch with growing unease as Cherrie just shrugged casually and laughed, nudging Charles again who was looking more than a little proud of himself .

"Turns out I just hadn't tried the right pasta before. Charles made me some and oh my god.." she gushed to him, unaware of the feelings she was causing him.

"He made me pesto and then macaroni. And then there was this other one with this garlic sauce.. honestly .. best thing I've ever eaten in my life. So if I weigh more now and the team scolds me , this is entirely your fault Charles." She told him with a grin, laughing a little .

Charles just beamed at her , his cheeks flushing from her complimenting his food . Having spent weeks making her different pasta dishes after she had told him that she didn't like pasta. He had been on a mission to change her mind.

A pretty easy thing to do apparently . One bite and now she was a pasta fanatic .

Charles just liked watching her eat the food he made for her, liked to see the little dance she did in her chair when she hummed happily , eating like she had been starving her whole life . Not at all bothered about stuffing her face in front of him.

He also liked the way she would kiss his cheek in thanks afterwords. Promising him that she could cook for him next time too.

He just liked her. He liked her company and he liked her smile. He liked every single thing about her and unlike max , he wasn't scared to show his feelings .

Before he could say anything else , the reporter cleared his throat and the conference quickly started up again.

Max frowned to himself as he leaned back in his chest. Still a little hurt by the way she had apparently fallen in love with Charles cooking while max had begged her to let him make her pasta for years , only ever getting a firm no . Refusing to try anything new.

Apparently she didn't have that resolve with her new teammate. Max felt his stomach sink even further as he briefly recalled a moment from a year ago ago when Cherrie had told him that she would happily try pasta if he took her out to dinner, telling him excitedly about a new fancy restaurant that had opened up around the corner .

Max had scoffed and told her that he'd just make her some at home. That it was a bad idea to go out together incase someone spotted them and took any photographs of them on a date , all Cosy together. Still too afraid to be anything but friends with her in public .

She had never asked him to take her out to dinner again after that.

He wished then that he had taken her out to dinner every night. That he had laughed at her silly little jokes and smiled at her just because.

Maybe then he wouldn't be sitting beside her feeling like he was losing her with each breath he took.

"Cherrie. How does it feel to be the new driver for a team like Ferrari? It came as a surprise to the fans who had assumed that you would have resigned a contract with redbull . Was there any hesitation in your move? Any reason to why you chose to leave?" The man asked her , camera filming the three of them closely .

Cherrie fiddled with the bottle of water on the table , smiling a little as she thought about the best way to Answer him. Knowing that every little thing she would say would be picked apart for drama and speculation .

She knew that no one had expected her sudden move to the red team. No one but herself who had known what she was going to do for a while now.

Yet she still felt a little guilty as she glanced beside her to see max frowning down at the table in front of him , obviously not happy with her move either.

But she had to do it. She had to put herself first for once .

She wanted to be selfish and she wanted a chance to move away from the shadow of just being a silly girl who followed max around like a lost puppy , just begging for scraps of his attention . Only ever getting it when the doors closed behind them.

She had loved working with him, that was not doubtful. They had been great teammates and great friends .

But she was tired of the same old secret glances and broken promises . The years passing her by in the blink of an eye and Cherrie had still found herself waiting in the sidelines for him to chose her, for him to not be so ashamed of loving her .

She couldn't wait forever .

She couldn't just keep standing in a crowded room and never feeling more alone even though he was standing by her side , his fingers brushing hers as he refused to even touch her properly in case someone saw .

So how could she say no when an offer to drive for Ferrari came up?

Alongside a new teammate who had never been afraid of hugging her in public . Who had always laughed at her stupid jokes and smiled at her brightly whenever she walked into a room, who wasn't afraid of embarrassing himself just to make her laugh .

Who would wave his hands in the air like a crazy person to get her attention among hundreds of people watching them.

Who , the first night of her signing her contract had took her out to her favourite restaurant without her even mentioning wanting to go. Who had simply told her that he would pick her up at seven.

Who had held her hand to pull her through the flashing cameras surrounding them.

Who hasn't shied away from her in the eyes of strangers , uncaring of who saw them together .

It was a no brainer and there had been no hesitation to sigh that contract and start over again.

It was for the best.

"It feels amazing . I've always dreamed ever since I was a little kid of being able to drive for Ferrari." She told the press honestly , quietly and with a small smile .

Feeling Charles place his hand over hers that was twitching on her knee anxiously , quietly stopping her from pulling at her clothes anymore. Not even glancing away from the reporter as he gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

Cherrie let out a small laugh, exhaling loudly to expel the stress she felt . Smiling to herself at the feeling of Charles hand over her own.

“And there wasn't really any hesitation or a particular reason for me doing it. It just felt like it was the right time.. things can't stay the same way forever and .." she glanced over at a silent max for a moment before glancing away.

"-I think that sometimes change is the only choice. Even when it feels scary and overwhelming..change can be a good thing . At least I hope it Is a good thing for me .." she laughed again, pushing her hair behind her ear .

Looking beside her to see Charles already smiling at her encouragingly , tapping his fingers over her knuckles to let her know that she was doing good .

She took a deep breath and looked back to the cameras, refusing to look over at max who she could see was now staring at her from the corner of her eye.

Hearing him Inhale sharply at her words, no doubt hearing the double meaning behind them referring to their complicated relationship.

"So yeah. I'm excited and happy for what my future holds here. I'll definitely miss my old team but..." she shrugged a little "it's time to move on and open a new page in my life ." She said firmly , smiling at them to let them know she was finished with her answer .

The man nodded his head , asking her another question quickly . "Will you miss your old teammate ? I imagine it will be quite a change working side by side with Charles now seeing as you and max having been teammates for quite some time." He asked her curiously.

Everyone having picked up on their chemistry and closeness over the years , surprised to see her now so willing to leave that all behind.

Cherrie slowly nodded her head. Clearing her throat a little with a small, nervous chuckle.

Glancing beside her to see max looking at her blankly with his lips pursed.

She took a deep breath and answered what came to mind first. "I will miss him. He's been in my life for a long time now and had become someone that..that I deeply care about but .." she laughed nervously , pulling on charle's fingers , twirling around one of his rings. Unable to stop fidgeting . It was a bad, anxious habit she had.

"Maybe he'll do even better without me now-"

Max scoffed and shook his head at her, looking at her in silent disbelief .

"Definitely not. We worked well together , it'll be strange doing it without you by my side now." He muttered , looking straight at her.

I can't do this without you. Is what he wanted to say.

Cherrie didn't hear his silent plea.

She just smiled at him a little "we'll still be racing together. Just in different cars ." She said laughing , Charles joining her .

He looked between the two of them with a grin, oblivious of the tension between the two ex teammates.

"It will be fun to see you both fighting against each other on the track . You've always had orders to have his back but now you can have the chance at beating him. It'll be very fun to watch." He grinned at her, nudging her shoulder and making her laugh at how excited he seemed at the very thought of her in a Ferrari overtaking her old teammate on the track.

Max smiled a little forcefully . Glancing down at the way the two were pressed together side by side , their arms never leaving each other.

"I think I'll still win. You've definitely downgraded with the new car. Ferrari is pretty but not as powerful as redbulls." He tried joking .

Cherrie just laughed, not even glancing at him as she said "but I've upgraded with Charles . So.." grinning as the crowd in front of them laughed and 'oooohed' at her jab at him.

Charles was giggling beside her, cheeks red as she winked at him teasingly .

Max just shook his head , keeping the smile on his face despite the way he felt like his heart was breaking with each moment he saw between them.

He managed to finally catch her on her own after the conference . Waiting for Charles to be pulled away into some other media duties before he gently pulled her into a empty room.

Cherrie didn't look surprised by his actions. Simply letting him close the door behind them, sitting down on the edge of a table and glancing up at him calmly .

Folding her hands on her lap and watching him closely as he leant against the door and looked down at her quietly .

There was nothing but tense silence for a moment before max finally broke it, his voice quiet.

"I've missed you." He told her , tucking his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't pull her into his arms and hold her tight like he wanted to.

Usually at this point she would smile and hug him tightly , telling him that she missed him too.

But not this time. Instead she just smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders softly .

"I've been busy-" she started to make her excuse for being so distant from him.

"With Charles. You've been busy with him." He cut her off bitterly . Crossing his arms over his chest and struggling to keep the upset from his face .

Cherrie paused , eyeing him with a small frown before sighing quietly .

"Yes ...with Charles too. We've been getting to know each other more . We actually have a lot in common, I don't know why I hadn't become better friends with him before this." She replied but she knew the answer to her own question too.

She hadn't given Charles a chance before . Hadn't even looked at him twice because all she had cared about was max .

Her whole head had been filled with making sure that she only loved him In secret , too busy hiding their rendezvouses from their friends to give much thought to anything , or anyone else.

For years , for her it had been max , max and max. He had been her top priority alway.

Yet she hadn't even made it in his top three .

She only became centre of his mind when the sun went down and they were alone again. He needed her then, only at midnight.

Cherrie had needed him always. Maybe that had been the problem . Her downfall .

She had always loved too much and never gotten back in return what she so easily gave away.

"This- this isn't going to change us is it? We're-" he hesitated . Not knowing how to even label what they had. "-were still friends aren't we? We're okay?" It came out more of a plea than a question , desperate for her to make him feel better again.

Cherrie just looked at him for a moment. Taking in his soft eyes and downturned lips, the way he took a small step to be closer to her.

For the first time ever, she took a step away from him.

Keeping her smile in place even though she felt her resolve building , felt something shift inside of her that felt a lot like hope. That felt a lot like letting go.

"We're okay max." She told him quietly , squeezing his arm gently before stepping around him to get to the door.

Thinking about how Charles was no doubt waiting for her in the parking lot, having told her that he was taking her out for dinner again tonight.

They were going to muilens , a restaurant that Cherrie had begged for max to go with her on her last birthday, a place where she had went a lot as a kid with her own family .

He had refused to go with her 'they'll be too many people watching us. You know what people will think if they see us dining together at night.." he had told her with a apologetic grimace , kissing her head and telling her that he was going to order them some takeout instead .

Charles had practically begged her to take him when she told him of one of her favourite places to eat. He had listened with rapture and interest as she told him about her memory's as a child there, laughing at her funny stories of her family .

He had booked a reservation without her even having to ask. Telling her that he couldn't wait to see the place that she held so fondly in her heart .

The reminder of the difference between them was enough to make any hesitation to stay fade away.

She just gave max a smile and for once didn't feel any sadness or any anger at his refusal to be seen with her as anything other than friends .

Then she walked away and left max being the one stood alone in a empty room for a change.

Max knew that things weren't going to be okay between them anymore when an accident played out on the track between him and Charles .

His rearer wheel having clipped the ferraris front wheel and sent them both spinning in opposite directions of the track, both of them crashing into the walls at full speed.

It was almost a replay of his crash the year before with another driver . The only difference this time being that as he was pulling himself out of his wrecked car , he looked over and seen Cherrie pull herself out of her own Ferrari despite orders not to. The same way she always did for him as his teammate too.

Only this time she wasn't running to max. She didn't even glance in his direction, her focus set on the man pulling himself out of the broken Ferrari opposite him.

She ran to Charles and quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, helping get him out and hurriedly making sure that he was okay.

Max could only watch silently , feeling his heart break in his chest as Charles took a hold of her arms and assured her that he was okay before pulling her into a familiar embrace.

Holding onto her tightly , their helmets knocking together but neither of them caring as the medics came running over , ushering Charles along with them.

He watched as Charles reached behind him to grab at cherries hand , talking to the medic and tugging her along with him, her fingers easily intertwining with his like she had held his hand a hundred times before.

And maybe she had.

Because last year when Cherrie had ran over to him with worry in her voice asking him if he was okay, he had pushed her away.

Snapping at her to get back into her car and stop making a scene , too worried about what everyone was going to think when they saw her embrace him. He had quickly pulled away and missed the way her eyes had filled with tears , too busy walking away to notice .

He wondered if this was karma showing him a little too late what he had done wrong .

Showing her with Charles , who didn't hesitate to hold her hand and pull her close .

Reaching over to pull off her helmet so he could look into her eyes as he reassured her over and over again that he was okay, smiling at her fondly when she still fussed over him, not at all worried about what people would think. He just pulled her closer.

While max had pulled away.

He swallowed down the lump rising in his throat and looked away, silently following the medic and regretting every moment that he had pushed her away in fear .

Too much of a coward to love her proudly and publicly .

Too much of an idiot to see the moment that she had finally had enough and done the same to him.

Pushing him away just like he had done to her over the years, again and again and again.

And the pain that he felt rising in his chest was only a feeling that Cherrie had known all too well.

Max thought that he could apologise and make it up to her again at her birthday party. Some big fancy club that her friends had rented out for her , feeling almost like things were back to normal between them again as he sat beside her in the booth while she rambled on about her day.

Unable to take his eyes off her. She looked so beautiful and confident beside him, dressed in a sparkling red dress with her hair perfectly curled and makeup dark and sultry .

With a air of happiness surrounding her . She had never looked or felt more beautiful .

Giving max a casual grin as she sipped on her favourite cocktail drink, it was bright pink and had a tiny umbrella in it, sugar around the rim.

Over the years she had tried to get max to try it , but he never did. Claiming that he didn't like 'girly drinks' and just stuck to his whiskey and beer instead.

She was happy and tipsy enough to try again, lifting her bright pink cocktail in his direction hopefully. Giving him another chance.

"It's my birthday! You have to try it!" She almost has to shout to be heard over the booming music in the club . "It's so nice! It's really good!" She tried to convince him with wide eyes , waving it at him.

Max shook his head , pushing her hand away from him with a small laugh.

Glancing down at the end of the booth to see Daniel giving him a pointed look, nodding at him to just give in and try the bloody drink .

Being the only other driver that knew about their past and his complicated feelings for her.

Being the only one to give him a slap around the head and tell him to stop being so afraid of what other people thought . That good love doesn't wait around for nothing.

"No. No. I don't want to. It's pink and I don't like sweet drinks!" He denied her again, not wanting to get caught and have pictures of himself with a pink drink in his hand all over the internet .

Cherrie pouted at him , blinking her eyes at him prettily . "But it's so good! How will you know you don't like it if you never try it?- please max-" she whined , nudging his shoulder with a hopeful grin.

He just shook his head at her "no-" he was about to deny her request again when a familiar driver stumbled over to them .

Looking down at them with a tipsy grin, ruffling cherries hair with a loud laugh.

"I've been looking for you! Are you having fun?" Charles shouted down to her happily, eyes never leaving her pretty face. Leaning against the table , not sitting down.

She looked up at him with a smile , lifting up her pink cocktail to him with a slight pout .

"Max won't try it! I've been trying to convince him for years but he won't try anything I like! He never does !” She whined, drunk enough not to care about anybody else hearing her moan on about another little thing that max did that upset her.

Charles just glanced down at the pink drink with a smile , Tilting his head at her .

“It tastes good?" He asked her while pulling out his phone and motioning for her to pose with it .

"Smile beauty!" He exclaimed while laughing loudly as she beamed up at him toothily , lifting the drink up in front of her proudly as he took a picture of her.

Shaking his head fondly at her before putting his phone back away. His camera roll already filled with candid photos and memories that the two of them had made together.

Max had never taken pictures of her. Too afraid of them being leaked to the public.

Charles had a whole folder dedicated to pictures of just her. Shared for all of his friends to see.

Cherrie glanced up at him hopefully , hesitating slightly before asking "you want to try it? I promise you it's really good! It's my favourite!" She was ready for him to reject her offer like max did, already lowering her glass.

But Charles surprised her by taking the glass from

Her hand and taking a swig without hesitation , pulling a impressed face as he swallowed it down, looking back down at Cherrie with a giant grin.

"It's good! Very sweet! We should have these at movie night." He said to her unashamed , even grinning at Lando who was taking a photo of him with the bright pink drink, Charles not embarrassed at all.

He just liked the beaming smile Cherrie gave him as she gasped loudly , giggling. Overly happy at something that was so simple to others. But it meant everything to her.

"You like it?!" She gasped happily , gazing up at him with wide eyes. Laughing loudly when he rapidly nodded his head and drained the last of her drink.

"If you like it then I like it! You tried that whiskey that I had last week." He simply countered back "it's only fair that I try what you like too!"

Cherrie's smiled couldn't get any bigger .

Her face suddenly lighting up as a familiar song blared around the club, gasping loudly and smacking max on the arm in excitement.

"It's Shakira! Oh my god this is my shit!" She yelled happily jumping up to her feet. Looking down at max with a smile "are you coming?!" She motioned over to the dance floor, already knowing what his answer would be. But giving him once last chance to try again.

Max slowly shook his head, frowning to himself as he watched her climb out of the booth and over to Charles with a excited grin.

"I don't dance. You know that.." he muttered, upset by the way she wasn't even looking at him anymore .

Too busy giggling at Charles who was shaking his hips at her jokingly .

"Whenever! Wherever! We're meant to be together!" He sang loudly , unashamedly .

Too focused on making Cherrie laugh as he span her around with his arm, Cherrie giggling as she pulled him along to the dance floor with her happily .

"You like Shakira! You wanna dance with me?" Max could hear her shout to Charles just before they were out of reach.

Charles just pulling a face like his answer should be obvious , wrapping his arms around her waist and dancing with her without a care in the world for who was watching .

"Yes! I'll dance with you anytime!" Charles shouted down to her , laughing loudly as he spun her around in a circle again. Both of them jumping up and down and dancing like a pair of crazy people, grinning at each other and taking turns singing the chorus.

Cherrie looked happy.

Truly and purely happy as she giggled hysterically, tears of laughter in her eyes as Charles wiggled his butt at her just to make her laugh.

Biting down on his lip in adoration as he watched her beam up at him, covering her face with her hands as she pretended to push him away.

Before falling back into his arms with a gentle tug of his hand on her arm , wrapping her arms around his neck as they danced together without a care in the world

Max felt his heart sink as he watched them, Daniel shaking his head at him in disappointment .

"Dude..." he sighed out , looking over at him with a frown .

“Why didn't you dance with her? Why don't you ever dance with her? That's all she wanted.." he said, not understanding why he couldn't just let go and make be happy.

Max didn't have an answer for him.

Too busy watching the way Cherrie was smiling up at Charles like he was the only person in the world.

The same smile that she used to give him. The same smile that he never returned out of fear of strangers realising how in love with her he was.

"The only persons opinion you should have cared about is hers Max. Not some stranger that you don't even know. You should have only cared about what she thought about you mate.." Daniel told him honestly , not impressed with the years of watching his friend brush her affections and love away like it was a nuisance for him.

Watching the way cherries smile had faded each time max looked embarrassed at her affection.

Each time he let go of her hand, each time that he refused to hug her back in front of a crowd . Each time that he venomously denied them ever being more than friends despite being the one that he ran to each night .

Despite the fact that he could love her at midnight yet he couldn't even hold her hand in the morning.

Daniel had watched cherrie's happiness crumble and seen the way she had retreated into herself.

She didn't talk so loud , she didn't walk so proud anymore.

Until Charles came along and wrapped her back up In sunshine. Unashamed to be with her and loudly gushing over her at every chance he got. Proudly telling anyone he could about how amazing his teammate was.

He held her hand in the morning and he fell asleep holding her hand to his chest at night.

He drank pink cocktails with her. He ate her weird foods and took her to her favourite restaurants.

She didn't have to beg him to spend time with her, didn't have to plead for his attention because his eyes were already watching her with a smile that spoke a thousand words.

Because while max had spent years only ever loving her in secret. Refusing to tell their friends and refusing to put a label on what they were.

Charles had spent years silently loving her in the background too .

Waiting for the day that she would see him too. Patiently waiting for her to realise that she deserved more than rushed fucks in the bathroom and hurried kisses in the dark.

That she deserved not to be hidden away like her love was something to be ashamed of. She didn't deserve to be anyone's dirty secret.

It had taken years of crying herself to sleep and tears of wishing that she could be someone that max wasn't ashamed of loving.

Years of hoping that this time next year would be the one where he admitted that he loved her. Where he suddenly became proud of being by her side.

But that never happened and Cherrie had enough.

She had opened the door to leave and found Charles waiting patiently for her on the other side with fulfilled promises and no more Empty dreams.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world." Charles told her with a breath of awe , holding her to his chest as they danced away without caring about who was watching .

Cherrie blushed, glancing up at him hopefully , broken heart shattered no more. Feeling the pieces slowly start to fix back together as she looked at the soft look on Charles face , the way his arms held her so proudly , the way he touched her so softly , admiring her openly without any shame.

"Really?"

Max had never told her how beautiful she was before. Not outside of sex.

She felt butterflies fill her stomach as she watched Charles cheeks colour red , shyly meeting her eyes.

He swallowed, laughing bashfully yet he still pulled her closer to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Really. I've always thought it but never got the chance to tell you.." he told her honestly , eyes never leaving her own.

And max could only watch with growing regret in his chest and sickness in his stomach as Cherrie cupped his face in her hands delicately , shaking her head at him with a look on her face that he had never seen before.

It was a open look of softness, of admiration ... of disbelief and awe. As if she couldn't believe what she was being told.

As if she had just discovered what love truly was.

Because what was love if you couldn't touch it. You couldn't feel it? You can't hear it or taste it on your tongue?

What was love if it was never spoken? Never felt and never given without shame...?

And that was the moment that max knew he had lost her to Charles.

Tears filling his eyes as he shakily held onto his whiskey, watching as Charles leaned down and kissed Cherrie in front of a crowded room without any shame.

Cherrie leaning into him and smiling against his lips, both of them laughing into the kiss in relief and in love as he proudly told her what max should have all along.

"I love you. You're so easy to fall in love with.." Charles breathed out , nudging their noses together gently. Completely in awe of her .

And for once in a long , long time. Cherrie didn't feel alone in a crowded room.

The arms around her didn't feel so cold and temporary.

There was no ticking timer on her heart, counting down the seconds until he pulled away and she would be alone again, left filled with shame .

There was nothing but Charles smiling down at her. Pulling her closer to his body and telling her he loved her in front of all of their friends .

Cherrie felt what it felt like for a man to love you without restrictions . Without rules and regulations. Without shame and regret.

She felt her heart shine. She felt the pieces that she had thought to be broken beyond repair, become whole again.

She felt happy. She felt love. And she knew it was real then.

Knew that this was what it was supposed to feel like to be in love so purely .

Love wasn't supposed to hurt her. Love wasn't supposed to make her cry herself to sleep at night.

Love wasn't supposed to slip out of her room in the the early hours of the morning so he couldn't be seen with her.

Love was Charles. Who smiled at her so softly , so pure and genuine that she knew.

This was what she had been waiting for her whole life.

She was done waiting for max who was too afraid to love her in the light .

Why should she torture herself anymore when she had a man that looked at her like she had hung the stars in his universe?

Who kissed her like she was a goddess that could grant all of his wishes and give him everlasting happiness till the day that they died...

She was loved.

She just wished that she had realised it sooner .

She had Been loving the wrong man all along.

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vigilante shit | pg10 x cl16

"you did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them"

summary: revenge is served cold and it tastes especially sweet when it involves his best friend

warning: angst, toxic relationship, toxic reader, revenge, suggestive language, swearing, no cheating (since they are not together), a little choking? (lol this took a turn)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader, charles leclerc x reader

word count: 3.4k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

french words used: mon ange = my angel; bébé = baby; ma chérie = my darling

we are officially back after last weekend! (please, let's NOT talk about it, I'm still in denial lol) 😂 I guess this story needs a shoutout to my toxic ex? thank you wherever you are in the world for the inspo! haha 😂 anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as always!

masterlist

Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

A cat eye sharp enough to kill a man was the first step necessary to a killing night.

Y/N made sure her siren eyes were on point as she got ready for the party that night. It wasn't the first drivers' party she attended since she had become a frequent presence in the paddock for the last few months. But, boy, was it a special one.

This was her time to seek revenge.

Toxic? Perhaps. But the Machiavellian side of her didn't care. Her eyes were seeing red.

And red was her theme: her bright cherry-red lips, her long silk red dress, and the luscious red heels at the end of her smooth legs, which showed through the slit of her skirt.

She looked like a walking Ferrari prize, ready to be picked up by the winner.

Playing with me was the worst thing you've ever done, Pierre. You'll see, she thought, leaving the house.

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

It all started on an innocent, warm summer day when Y/N and a group of friends decided to take a boat on the gorgeous, fascinating Lake Como for some fun, swimming and sunbathing, while they were in the beautiful country of Italy.

Unknown to Y/N, in the same waters, another boat passed by hers, immediately catching the interest of all her friends. The young woman was completely distracted, tanning her back, when she began to hear flirty whispers and giggles coming from her group, swooning over some random guys.

Curious, the girl turned around until her eyes landed on the figures of two athletic, handsome men. God, it was unfair, couldn't she have both? A girl can dream.

She had always been a confident woman, but old-fashioned in a sense: she wasn't going to approach them. If they wanted to know her and her friends, they could address them. If not, their loss.

However... Life has a funny way of turning against you and when the group of friends was getting ready to leave the lake, their boat couldn't start. They tried and tried, but clearly none of them had the capacity to handle the situation. So they only had one option left: ask for help from the friendly, helpful guys on the next boat.

"Hey!" Y/N called out, in an attempt to get them to look. "Can you help us?"

"Hi! Is something wrong with your boat?" One of them, in blue shorts, questioned, curious.

"We can't start the engine. Can you help us?" She asked.

The two boys jumped out and swam to the girls' boat without hesitation. When they walked up the stairs, Y/N could almost hear her friends' jaws hitting the floor at the sight of their wet, muscled abs. But Y/N maintained his carefree demeanour, which only fascinated the two young men more.

The unreachable. The unknown. The treasure to be discovered. They lived for the adrenaline, for the adventure, for the challenge.

And she was a walking challenge.

"Thanks for your help. I'm Y/N." She introduced herself, extending her hand to greet them.

"Pierre." The boy in the orange shorts replied, half-closed eyes filled with interest.

"I'm Charles." The other replied, with a seductive smile plastered on his face.

How the girl would come to regret it when she thought back on that day. From that moment came the invitation for the young women to join the two drivers in their next GP in Emilia-Romagna, which they happily accepted.

And from there came more races, group dinners, parties, and much more. Everything got more complicated when what started as a group friendship ended up leading to a silent battle between the two friends for the confident girl's attention.

One of them, unfortunately, had to lose, and in this case, contrary to their races, Pierre came out victorious, much to Charles's unawareness. Although the Monegasque was an absolute Greek God on the outside and a sweetheart on the inside, Y/N couldn't help but initially let her tendency for complicated, toxic men lead her right to Pierre.

She fell for his charm right away. She didn't even have a chance to run. As soon as he made his first move on her when he pulled her into an empty room after a night of partying, he dominated the girl, body and soul, like he was poison burning right through the inside of her veins.

But like all poison, it's only a matter of time before you die without the antidote.

Secret nights, hidden moments, empty promises. He continued to feed off of what he wanted from her, while she sustained herself with the little crumbs left from the illusions she created in her own head.

He wasn't going to change, and she knew it. But it wasn't until she heard the words come out of his mouth that she realized really how she had been used all those months.

"I never wanted a serious relationship, mon ange," Pierre confessed, unconcerned with her feelings. "You knew from the start that this was just fun for the two of you."

"Fun for the two of you?" She echoed his words. "You've been saying for months that we're eventually going to be in a relationship. Don't lie now. Which one'll be your last lie?!"

She wasn't going to allow herself to cry in front of him. She kept her gaze directly on him, with a look that could kill.

"You know what? You're right." She replied, smiling at him through the pain she felt in her chest. The corners of her lips turned up, but her eyes didn't follow the gesture, leaving Pierre almost startled by the mixed signals. "Have a good life, Pierre. I'll see you around."

Oh, he was going to see her around...

If there was one thing Y/N liked better than a good boy toy, it was revenge.

And she was thirsty for some vigilante action.

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

She wasn't going to let herself be affected by a guy who didn't treat her as she deserved. That wasn't something that lined up with her strong, confident, determined personality.

Cry for him? Be heartbroken because of the shitty way she was treated by him? Why be sad when you can get even?

The perfect opportunity for payback just presented itself to her. Just like that: so tempting, so inviting, so alluring. In the form of a single text.

From: Charles Leclerc

hey! you're coming sunday night, right? need you at my victory party...

Y/N spent the whole time with her focus completely dedicated to Pierre when she had a caring, honest man in the palm of her hand... And she would be lying if she didn't say that the fact that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous didn't help captivate her now that her heart was free.

However, part of her mind told her that, although she was attracted to Charles, it would be unfair to basically use him to provoke a reaction out of Pierre. The Monegasque didn't even dream of the affair his two friends had going on in the recent past. It was just wrong. After all, how could she do to him what the Frenchman had done to her?

With this, an internal debate was created within the young woman. There were two options: she could be the superior person and move on with her life without thinking about the past, or she could let her anger take over and play with fire a little.

Unfortunately for Pierre, Y/N was never very good at keeping the burning fire of revenge inside her, and she was determined to have a little fun with it.

She needed cold, hard proof, so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

That Sunday, Y/N walked into the club like she owned the place. The white lights reflected off her as if she were the mirror ball in the centre of the dance floor: all eyes were on her as she outshined the rest of the world.

Two pairs of eyes averted in unison as she approached the group of drivers, both believing she was there for them.

Pierre, closest to the stairs she was going up to the VIP area, was the first to approach the girl, with an inquisitive look.

"Mon ange, I didn't expect you to be here." He confessed, convinced that Y/N was there with the intent of getting him back.

What he didn't expect was that her siren eyes wouldn't even meet his. She was a woman on a mission, and her eyes were on only one person: his best friend.

Without saying a single word to him, Y/N made her way over to the handsome winner of the race, who had his mesmerizing blue eyes already fixed on his shiny red prize.

"Wow, bébé!" He whistled, giving her his hand and making her take a turn to show off her look. "I love the red, it suits you well. Was that all for me?" Charles, more confident than usual from a couple of drinks already consumed, flirted with the girl, his eyes admiring her from head to toe.

"How did you guess?" She replied, in the same tone. Y/N couldn't deny that Charles looked incredibly appetizing. His baby blue shirt was slightly open, exposing the man's defined chest, his hair was tousled and wild, and his eyes were brighter than ever.

"Just a lucky guess. The red Ferrari was a given, though." He chuckled as he pulled her closer to him. "You look so pretty tonight, Y/N. Not that you don't always look stunning, but tonight... Damn, you look fucking incredible, ma chérie."

Charles, focused only on the woman in front of him, didn't even notice how his best friend was glued to the shocking image of the Monegasque clinging to his ex-lover, but Y/N could feel Pierre's eyes burning into the back of her neck.

The young woman couldn't help but let out a satisfied grin. Pierre thought he could play with her without having to deal with the consequences, but he forgot that karma has a way of always biting someone back.

Y/N let her hand flow along the shirt of the driver in front of her until she reached his collar. She approached him seductively until her red inviting lips approached his ear.

Letting her mouth graze against Charles' warm neck, she began her plan. "Do you want to dance, champ?" She asked, with a suggestive tone to her voice.

"Lead the way. I'm all yours tonight." Charles responded and placed his hands on the girl's waist in response.

Enjoy the show, Pierre. It's just getting started.

And she looks so pretty

Drivin' in your Benz

Lately, she's been dressin' for revenge

As the pair moved towards the centre of the club, Y/N swaying his hips gently to the music and Charles with his hands all over the girl's body, Pierre's gaze moved with them.

The Frenchman's muscles tensed up, something that didn't go unnoticed by his teammate Yuki, who was standing right beside him.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Tsunoda asked, worried. "You look... I don't know, upset."

"Everything is fine," Gasly replied, though not at all convincingly. "Everything is perfectly fine." He continued, not understanding whether he was trying to convince the Japanese driver or himself.

He broke up with her, okay, he knew that. He would've understood if she showed up with some random guy trying to tease him. But his best friend, someone he's known for decades?

Y/N was taking things too far.

Pierre unfastened two buttons of his shirt, in an attempt to catch his breath, now dominated by rage. If your plan was to make me jealous to prove me wrong, you've done it, he thought to himself. Now that's enough.

Now for Y/N, revenge was just beginning.

"I think the winner deserves something special." The young woman put her arms around Charles' neck, letting her fingers flow through his brown hair and giving him a provocative smirk. "Don't you agree, Leclerc?"

"Well, he tried really hard to win the race." He joked back, speaking of himself in the third person. The driver's hands threatened to slide further and further down her back towards her bottom. "I think at the very least he deserves a dance with the prettiest girl in this club."

"Perhaps if the winner behaves well during the night, he can find out if his prize is red under the dress too." She teased him, licking her lips as she looked down at his flawless mouth. "Do you think he would like that?"

"Oh, for sure." He answered, getting his face closer to hers.

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and more euphorically, something that caught her off guard. This all started with intentions to punish Pierre for what he did to her, but without her relationship with the Frenchman clouding her mind, Y/N couldn't help but see Charles in a different light for the first time.

Of course, she always thought he was hot and she noticed his attempts to get close to her. But at that moment, the young woman was looking at him and her body seemed to react automatically to the Monegasque's presence, trying to reduce the physical distance between the two as much as possible.

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

She don't dress for friends

Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

She let herself be carried away by the impulsiveness of the moment and, leaving her thirst for vengeance forgotten in the back of her head, Y/N pulled Charles towards her and let her cherry-red lips kiss his.

Leclerc instantly returned the kiss, with the same passion, the same determination, and the same hunger for each other.

At that moment, it was just her and him. It didn't matter the circumstances that led them there, but that there was indeed chemistry and desire for each other. She simply had enough of Pierre and his lies.

On the other hand, Pierre couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. The woman he used to call his between four walls. The man he called his brother. Kissing. Hands exploring their bodies. No shame, no concern for who saw them and the opinions of outsiders.

It was what Y/N wanted from me and I never gave it to her, he realised.

The couple broke the kiss and Charles ran his hand over the girl's forehead, pushing the loose hair behind her ear. Y/N giggled when she saw the image of the driver's lips now stained with her lipstick and tried to clean them by running her thumb lovingly over them.

Suddenly, she felt the side of her face burn and instantly she realized why: her ex's eyes were fixed on her. As soon as she turned her face towards him, their eyes met and she just imagined all the names he was calling her in his head. She gave him a smirk and turned back to Charles.

"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back with you, okay?" She asked, knowing full well that Pierre was going to follow her.

"I'll meet Carlos and wait for you in the VIP area." He informed her, a hungry look on his face, giving her hand one last rub with his thumb. "But you better be back soon because I've been promised a prize that I can't wait to unravel."

Ladies always rise above

Ladies know what people want

Someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

Just as she predicted, Gasly followed as soon as he saw her heading towards the dark hallway to the bathrooms.

Along the way, and just when he thought his nightmare couldn't get any worse, the Frenchman bumped into Charles, who had a smile plastered to his face like a man who had just won the lottery. Pierre wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid smirk out of his face.

"Mate, I finally got the woman of my dreams." Leclerc innocently admitted, unaware that he was pulling his friend's strings.

Pierre simply walked away, bumping into Charles's shoulder, who was left behind confused by what had just happened.

As soon as he reached the hallway, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He assumed she was in the ladies' room, so he leaned against the wall beside the door as he waited for her to exit.

A few minutes (which seemed like hours to the impatient man) passed before she got out. As soon as Pierre saw her figure, he grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her against the wall in an act of rage.

"Can you explain to me what the fuck is going on?" Gasly spat out the words, hot-headed, leaning his body completely over the young woman's. "Are you fucking kidding me? Charles? Of all people."

"I'm sorry, but since when do I owe you an explanation? If I remember correctly, you and I are nothing." She spoke, mirroring the same angry tone.

"Shut the fuck up." Pierre gripped her wrist tighter, letting her know that her plan was working exactly as planned. "You crossed the line."

"I just thought the winner of the race deserved a worthy prize." She smirked until the driver placed his hand on her throat and squeezed lightly, making the smile soon disappear from her face.

While he was doin' lines and crossin' all of mine

Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

"You already got what you wanted. You had your fun, you got me fucked up." He confessed. "But that's enough. You're going to get out of here and go home immediately because I'm not about to take this shit."

Y/N laughed in his face. This man's audacity to try to boss her around after using her as his personal toy in his spare time.

The young woman was far from done with her plan. So, she gave him those puppy dog eyes he couldn't resist and he released her throat, his eyes softening at the image of her.

Y/N brought her face closer to his, half closing her eyes as their lips prepared to meet. Or so Pierre thought, who was caught off guard when the girl ducked her way towards his ear and whispered her last words.

"This is only the start. Enjoy my revenge like I'm going to enjoy my night."

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

With that, the young woman left the dark hall without looking back and walked confidently towards the gorgeous man who was waiting for her.

Charles smiled behind the glass he was drinking from as soon as he laid eyes on the girl in red, getting a pat on the back from his friend Carlos.

"Ay, ay, ay, my friend. You are completely head over heels for her." Sainz teased and walked away from them, leaving the couple alone.

Leclerc grabbed the girl by the hip and pulled her towards him, placing a soft kiss on her red lips.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Y/N asked, winking at the boy.

"Hmm, tempting..." For the first time that night, Charles made the risky move of placing his free hand over the girl's ass. "What did you have in mind, bébé?"

Y/N started her night dressed for revenge not knowing that she would end up with her body burning for the Monegasque, but maybe Charles Leclerc was just the antidote she needed in her life as she tried to get back to her past self.

"What about some undressing?"

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

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5th member part.1

Sup humans

Blackpink’s 5th member is trying to leave her past that left her not remembering her old friends, so after years of her being an idol, her interest in F1 is starting to grow. What will she do when she will start to remember?

@cherry-piee @watermelon-sugars-things @charizznorizz

I will be choosing three people very post so comment and like if you want!

This is what you need to know about Reyna/ You.

jennierubyjane

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| jennierubyjdane so instead of enjoying the beautiful beach of jeju island, She is watching fast cars going around in circles?

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user34: the Queen of kpop, is Fucking watching F1 !?!!?! Is it to late to say I wanna marry her

lalalalisa_m: she is our baby, let her be

reyna_231 replied to lalalalisa_m: I am not a baby

sooyaaa_: 우리 작은 아기 ☺️( our little baby)

f1: good to see she if still connected to us

user21: Didn’t she say she went to f2?

user12: yeah I remember that interview,

user97: crossover?????

user: imagine her in ferrari red 🥵

user37: when is BP going to release music??????

reyna_231 replied to user37 : 🤫

user37 replied to reyna_231: y-you replied to me I LOVE YOU!!!

user78: okay but like, how come we never noticed this!?!

user67: my wife is wifeing

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Reyna laid on the beach chair as Jennie went to go get some food and drinks. Reyna sighed in happiness as she felt the warmth of the sun shined on her. “ Hey Rey I got the food!” Jennie smiled as she walked back to her youngest member, Reyna smiled as she helped her sister-figure with the food

“ So when are you going to the F1 thingy, you know you always talk about going but you never did” Jennie asked as she sat down underneath the shade, putting down the food on the table that was in between them

“ I don’t know…Should I go? I mean we are in hiatus” Reyna frowned as she took a strawberry from the fruit bowl, taking a bite of it. “ Well yeah you should, although me and the others will miss you sooooo much” Jennie hugged Reyna tightly but not to tight because of the table in between them “ You know what I will go! But enough about going or not going, how are you and Taehyung~” Reyna laid on her stomach, giving Jennie a smile as Reyna kicked her feet like a little girl. Reyna is not dumb…okay maybe she is a little dumb in her love life but still,

she could see that their loved each other. “ there is nothing going on we are just…..talking?” Jennie looked away with a blush creeping on her face, Reyna smirked and took Jennie’s hands “ Okay so while I am gone for F1 you will ask Taehyung on a date and you CAN’T take it back, or else if you don’t keep that promise I will not go and come back to Korea”

Reyna shrugged and dropped Jennie’s hands and sat back. Jennie’s face dropped to annoyance and crossed her arms “ You can’t do that” Jennie spoke out as she glared at her youngest “ I can and I will” Reyna smirked and grabbed the water bottle, Jennie let out a groan and smacked her hands on her thighs “ alright! Fine I will ask him out” Jennie finally said the words that Reyna wanted to hear. Reyna smiled pleasantly and nodded before going back to the Netflix show she is watching after she finished the f1 race “ Now that’s what I Love to hear”

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user26: I SEE F1 user29: is she going to watch f1,

user10: Did anyone else see the f1 drivers?

User37: how can see so good 😫

user20: mother.

charles_leclerc: I hope you come

landonorris: if you are come to the McLean garage

user17: anyone else seeing the likes??

user26: I want to make her my wife

user14: F1 x kpop I am living for this

#f1 x reader #charle leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #landonorrisxreader #carlos sainz x reader #blackpink #Jennie Kim

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rydoggsworld · 1 year

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Formula One

2nd list.

MAX VERSTAPPEN 01:

Daddy Issues by @uchi5s summary - more than often, everyone has daddy issues. Two Sides of The Same Coin by @monzabee summary - the one where you try to convince yourself that you're not falling for your teammate, but can't help it when you realise that he is not that different from you after all. Little Verstappen by @lxclerc summary - you think max dislikes you but as it turns out, it's the complete opposite. Daddy Duties by @carpediemm-18 summary - day in the life of max as a girl dad. Daddy Max by @starkwlkr summary - max having a secret child until he didn't. Nsfw Profiling by @ricrodeo summary - title says it all Missed F(l)ight by @inkfablesandstories summary - in which max and his partner fall into an argument about commitment to their relationship before max's flight to bake and there is nothing more than the two of them wanting to be with each other. Long Time Lovers by @libraryofloveletters summary - horner reader loving max through the years.

CHARLES LECLERC 16:

Red Flags by @holllandtrash summary - toxic ex charles, where the reader and carlos are together and charles just couldn't stand that his teammates is with his ex. Reward by @yungbludz summary - in which he gets the reward he deserves... Like Real People Do by @monzabee summary - the one where you are having sex with your boyfriend, charles, for the first time but he wants everything to be perfect for you. Deal by @golden-cherry (in progress) series summary - your whole life has gone to shit. your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it's his apartment. Why Not Me by @starkwlkr summary - dad charles. So Pretty On Your Knees by @whorekneecentral summary - inexperienced reader doing some frisky things with lover boy. This Is A Relationship, That I Don't Think Anyone Saw Coming by @monzabee summary - the one where you and charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled. La Route Vers Toi by @pitlanepages summary - moments where charles leclerc found himself having questionable feelings for his best friend, you, since he was seventeen. It's never over by @leclsrc summary - you must have lost the plot along the way, because pretending to date your childhood best friend was not on your 2023 bingo card. (neither was the fact that things are looking a lot more real as time passes.) What Could've Been @norrisleclercf1 summary - dad charles realises something. Good For Her by @starkwlkr (social media au) summary - verstappen reader and charles are in love. Monaco Does That To You by @starkwlkr summary - schumacher reader hits charles car after moving there and well, he doesn't realise who she is. Breaking the Bed by @sainz-leclerc summary - charles and you breaking the bed. Ferrari or Redbull by @londonharrington (social media au) summary - reader verstappen and charles have a baby together.

LANDO NORRIS 04:

The Buzzy Little Friend by @paddockbunny summary - a certain mr norris sets panic coursing through you as he asks to stay over the first time. you agree but when he finds something in your drawer that makes you all kinds of embarrassed. he is suddenly wide awake again... and horny, very horny. The Strawberry Lollipop by @spicyclover summary - the lollipop, then your lips. Take It all by @landologs warnings - 18+ Thief - @norrisleclercf1 summary - look at the request. Mistake(s) by @f1goat (9 parts) series summary - in which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate most. Into It by @f1goat (11 parts) series summary - in which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - lando norris - but you keep finding your way back to him. FWB by @f1goat (11 parts) series summary - in which you decide to become friends with benefits with lando norris, that can't be a bad idea right? 6 to 1 by @holllandtrash (12 parts) series summary - being charles' little sister has its perks, such as traveling to the races, meeting a variety of people and becoming friends with the drivers. but when one driver is offended by your personal ranking, he makes it his mission to change your mind. Through The Phone by @landhoesnorris summary - fuckin through the phone. Fantasy by @charlosnorris (social media au) summary - biggest simp on the lando norris simp train, just an ordinary girl living her normal life until she gets noticed by Mclaren's golden boy. Flirty Friends by @landhoesnorris summary - friends don't do that. Keep Quiet by @landhoesnorris summary - lando's best friend, max, is chilling at your place and streaming while you and lando get frisky after a date night. Lost In Japan by @monzamash summary - a convincing late night call and a flight to japan.

LANCE STROLL 18:

Sure, Just Friends by @holllandtrash summary - friends to lovers.

DANIEL RICCIADO 03:

Arguments by @pizza-portal summary - she is upset that he won't give her attention. Nsfw Alphabet by @vividwritinglove summary - title says it all Down Under - @monzamash summary - daniel receives a gift from a friend on the morning of the aus gp. My Yellow by @charlosnorris (social media au) summary - you're not the only two who love your marriage. Girl Crush by @monzabee summary - the one where both you and daniel meet your celebrity crushes in the course of a weekend, and decide to give it a go.

PIERRE GASLY 10:

4th Place by @norrisleclercf1 summary - fluffy story. The Other Side Of The Door by @paddockgirly summary - pierre not being the most faithful boyfriend. To Be With Him by @violetszone summary - you and pierre were very close friends for years, but you liked him and you didn't have the courage to tell him. when he finally broke up with his girlfriend, you decided that you didn't want to hide it anymore. but just when you were going to tell him, he was quick to say what he was going to say. Riding Shotgun by @dilemmaontwolegs (ft. charles) summary - a trip away with your boyfriend takes a turn when your ex comes along. Change of Heart by @fleetwooods summary - pierre the player becomes pierre the lover.

CARLOS SANIZ JR 55:

Tiny Kinks by @vamossainz55 summary - you and carlos feel the few kicks together. Tolerate It by @mastermind123 summary - my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.

MICK SCHUMACHER 47:

Baby Vettel by @ferrarimounts (social media au) summary - in which mick schumacher and sebastian vettel's daughter soft launch their relationship.

GEORGE RUSSELL 63:

Some Guy by @f1version summary - you and george decide to start soft launching your relationship after your birthday.

#max verstappen x reader #george russel x reader #mick schumacher x reader #lando norris x reader #lance stroll x reader #carlos sainz x reader #pierre gasly x reader #charles leclerc x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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Ok hear me out.. getting ready for a date with Charles or Pierre and he’s getting more and more impatient with how long it’s taking you. So after a while he comes into the bathroom to check on you but when he’s presented with the sight of you half dressed, slightly bent over the sink putting on your lipstick… yeah you don’t make it to your dinner reservation

“Y/n sweetheart let’s go” Charles called after you for the 100th time.

If anything it was his fault you two were about to loose the dinner reservation.

Today he casually strolled into your guys apartment and announced he’s taking you out on a date.

So now here you were , in your red and black lingerie set bent over the sink , a bright cherry red lipstick open in your hand.

Charles decided he has had enough of waiting so that’s how he entered the bathroom and was greeted with you , half naked and opened mouthed while applying lipstick.

The monegasque’s cock twitched in his dress pants.

“I’m sorry love , I know we’re late. I promise I’ll be ready in 5 mins tops” you smiled at him.

Your boyfriend just approached you , his hands wrapping around your waist while his eyes connected with yours through the mirror.

“You look so pretty” he murmured into your ear , leaving a lingering kiss behind.

Smiling , you didn’t take Charles’s hint and just kept applying your lipstick.

The ferrari driver didn’t like the thought of going to dinner anymore. Not when his beautiful girlfriend looked way more delicious than any meal.

“You know chérie , how about we leave dinner for another night hm ?” his hands started traveling down while his naughty mouth was sucking hickeys on your neck “I’m in mood for dessert”

“Ch-" before you could object his hand was in your panties , a teasing finger circling your entrance.

Moaning , your head fell back right onto Charles’s shoulder.

“That’s my good girl” and with that his finger entered you while his thumb was teasing your clit.

His other hand traveled up to you breasts , freeing them from the pretty lingerie set he bought you a few months ago.

As he added another finger , you moans of pleasure only increased. You legs started shaking and thank god you had Charles to lean on.

When a third finger was added , that’s when everything came undone. Your mind blowing orgasm washed through you while Charles was there to guide you through every single step of it.

“Atta girl” he smiled at you through the mirror. Just as he was about to bend you over the sink , you shook your head and slowly sank down to your knees.

Looking up at him through your dark lashes , the monegasque was sure he could cum right this second.

Pulling him out of his pants and boxers you started slowly stroking him , blowing teasingly onto his cock.

“Don’t tease mon amour” he playfully warned and you complied , taking his head into your warm mouth.

At the action Charles’s hands tightly gripped onto the counter to ground himself while you started setting a pace.

You made sure your tongue swirled around his veins , trying to take as much of him as you could.

One of the driver’s hands made it into your hair , pushing you to take more of him.

Soon enough , he was cumming in the back of your throat.

Pulling out , Charles noticed a small red circle around his cock , obviously left by your red lipstick . Smirking, he gave you a stern look “Swallow chérie”

Opening your mouth , you show him you already swallowed everything making Charles’s smile.

In the blink of an eye , you were back on your feet , beny over the sink. Before you could realize what happened he thrusted into you , both of you letting out loud moans.

“I want you to watch yourself get destroyed on my cock sweetheart” Charles whispered into your ear , you walls clenching around him.

At that the boy behind you laughed and started to hammer into you “ you like that darling ? You like seeing how much of a slut you are for me ? Naughty girl”

His words only increased your pleasure , eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Charles picked up his pace , chasing both of your orgasms . One of his hands was on your hip , sure to leave bruises , while the other was massaging your nipple.

Knowing your body like his own , the monegasque moved the hand that was on you boob and placed it onto your clit , rubbing circles on it.

That sent you over the edge , once again coming undone. You released triggered Charles’s and both of you were a moaning mess , ecstasy taking over both your bodies.

After coming down from your highs , Charles pulled you against his chest and kissed your cheek. “Wanna order in ?” He smiled at you in the mirror.

You laughed and nodded “I’m craving pasta”

“You got it mon amour”

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lillianasrose · 9 months

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For that one Anon... Hope you enjoy 🤷🏼‍♀️.

Lemme know if y'all want a steamier Part 2. ;)

Billy H x Female ADHD!reader.

Warnings: Cursing and some hot and heavy content that hints at sexual themes... Minors do not interact.

Hotrod Cinderella

Max owed him, big time.

"This is stupid." He told her, the redhead rolled her eyes.

"Like you had anything better to do? Go mingle or something, Robin's here." Billy liked Robin, referred to her as 'The geeky band chic' but he actually liked her.

So he shrugged and went off to find his favorite person in Max's friend group. She was off in a corner talking to another girl.

"I'm telling you it was like twenty feet hi-" WAP. In all honesty he had been hit harder and most likely the blood wasn't even her fault, he had already gotten into a fight that day and his lip was already kind of swollen. She turned quickly her EC eyes widening, Billy's heart skipped, she was pretty. Robin was giggling into her cup and this girl was staring up at him in shock. Her eyes shifted around the room as people started looking their way.

She grabbed him by his belt and yanked him into the closest room, screw pretty this girl was fucking hot. Billy sat on the sink of the bathroom she had yanked him in.

"I am so so sorry. I-I talk too much and I definitely didn't mean to hit you." She flattened against the door. Suddenly she rushed toward him and he spread his legs apart as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Add sexy to the list, this girl was fucking sexy. She pulled the cabinet open digging around. A first aid kit was thrust into his hand and she used his thigh to stand up. "I ramble a lot and I talk with my hands," she popped up the first aid kit, "I've almost hit Steve in the dick before... Everyone knows not to stand too close.

"Really don't sweat it, it doesn't even hurt." He winced at the end as she lightly dabbed at the cut with disinfectant.

"It doesn't?" She teased smirking.

"Might sting a little." He admonished, sneaking a hand on to her hip. "Will you kiss it better?"

"No." Billy pouted at her.

"I think kissing it better is the least you could do." He told her.

"Is it?" She asked, "The least I could do." She scoffed.

"Especially since you caused it." Billy reiterated. She hopped up slightly on her toes pressing her soft plush lips against the corner of his and then she was gone.

xXx

Billy got back into his car. Coming to Family Video was definitely a mistake.

Robin was sworn to secrecy and Steve was just a dick.

"If I were looking for her, I would check in with the boys and Max at the arcade on Thursdays." Robin whispered to him.

This Thursday they didn't go to the Arcade. Except Dustin.

The kid yelped as Billy snatched him. He pinned him against the side wall

"Whose your hot friend?"

"Steve..?" The kid said immediately. Billy rolled his eyes.

"The chic."

"Robin?"

"No, I know who Robin is. The other one." The kid looked suspicious.

"Ma-" He hit the back of his head.

"Are you stupid or something Amigo. Not. Maxine. The girl with the (color) eyes."

"OH! YN! Yeah she's great isn't she. I heard she bitch slapped you like a d-"

"Kid shut the fuck up. Where can I find her?"

xXx

"YN!" Your Aunt Vera rushed into the back office, "Customer. Young customer, go work your magic." You headed out into the lot in the summer heat. The heels on your boots clacked against the hot pavement carrying you toward the blonde man with broad shoulders leaning into the front of a Corvette.

"It's the new '86 Stingray model," You crossed your hands behind your back, sticking out your chest. "I have to admit not the sex-" he stood, turning to face you fully. It was that boy from the party, the right side of his lip still slightly puffy and red, "Sexiest body on a newer model car but some love the look."

"What would you recommend?" He smirked popping his gum.

'We have a lovely, bright cherry red, 1986 Ferrari Testarossa Straman. One of only twelve that were made convertible." You smirked back at him, "And I'm not just pushing it because I get to be the one to go with you to take it for a test drive." He leaned against the shitty Corvette.

"Sounds like fun."

"I'll get the keys, you head on in there and sign some paper work with the greasy man at the counter, and I'll meet you back out front with the car." You promised him, "Oh! If he asks, tell him you're taking the Pinto, the Ferrari isn't exactly supposed to be taken for test drives."

Billy sighed, stepping out of the building to the most beautiful thing. You. You were leaned up against the car, twirling the keys around your finger while you spied someone else walking through the rows of sports cars with a soft smile on your face. You turned to look at him, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head.

"Heavenly?" You asked indicating to the car under your firm ass. Billy cocked his head.

"Dress you in a skimpy bikini and you'd put the girls in Sports Illustrated to shame." You laughed loudly tossing him the keys. "Too strong?"

"There is nothing you could say that is creepier than some of the things these old men tell me." You promised him. Billy jumped in, driving slowly just until he could no longer be seen by the car dealership before revving the car twice loudly and taking off down the long country road. You laughed happily holding tightly to his thigh.

"Am I scaring you?" He asked loudly over the wind. You turned your head to him smirking as you pressed on his leg, pushing it harder into the gas pedal. You leaned into him

"Faster." You sighed into his ear.

"I'm Billy. Billy Hargrove." He groaned back at you.

"YN." You purred.

Maybe Max didn't owe him that much. Maybe he owed her just a little bit.

You closed your eyes turning your face into the sun.

A lot. He owed Max a lot for dragging him along to that stupid party. She pushed on his chin.

"Watch the road, not me." She scolded lightly.

"How much is this anyways?"

"This car? It isn't for sale, it's mine." She was smiling lazily at him, "Your lip healed up ok."

"So this is how you got away from me so fast, Cinderella."

"Didn't you see the clouds of dirt I left behind so you could come find me?" She asked. Billy smiled.

Let it be known, Billy Hargrove's perfect Cinderella drove a fast cherry red hotrod, punches like a man on complete accident, and has the attention span of a gerbil.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you

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lewislvr · 9 months

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SEROTONIN CONFESSIONS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: Carlos Sainz x y/n

summary: after Carlos’s maiden win, he finally built up the courage to confess his feelings

warning: english isn't my first language (grammar, vocabulary or text issues might appear) | fluff

"You're falling hard, I push away, I'm feelin' hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush

Your love, your love, my love"

It wasn't only fear, but more adrenaline pumping through my veins as the cars brushed past us for the 45 time by now. Carlos who had started in pole position had to put up a hard fight with Perez, who was always on hot on his heels. As I was Carlos's assistant I was watching the race from the side of the track cheering with the Ferrari fans who kept on shouting the same.

"Forza Ferrari"

It was slowly beginning to echo through my head, almost like the constant repetition burned it onto my mind.

The first red car shot over the finish line and through the radio of his engineer, I heard his shaky voice.

"WE MADE IT", a deep sob escaped Carlos's throat.

The maiden win of the Spaniard caused the crowd to break their contentment free. From behind I got pulled into the group hug, that had formed only seconds ago.

From the car, his shaking figure rose standing tall on it.

Carlos's helmet was quickly found on the floor as he ran over to the team in red.

He took a last step before he got engulfed by his team, support, and fans.

"Thank you, everyone", Carlos smile was wide and his eyes glossy, as we all took a step back.

Before I would leave to organize the upcoming festivities for the winner, I decided to congratulate him personally again.

"Good job, Carlos", Rarely I called him by his first name, as our relationship was purely professional. The Spaniard seemed to notice the informal way I used it. It became evident when his already cherry-red cheeks darkened.

Instead of thanking me, I was caught off guard by him pulling me into a hug.

The first thing I seemed to notice was the smell of gasoline and burned rubber that almost drowned out the usual smell of aftershave and perfume.

"Thank you for your support", I felt his plump lips ghosting over the shell of my ear and his breath trickling across my neck.

My head only nodded softly, as I swallowed hard.

Quickly I hurried to my small office-like space shutting the door and gliding down on it with my back.

Even after taking deep breaths, my cheeks were still hot and my heart was continuously pounding at a rapid pace.

Something changed after the race. Unsure whether it was the way he whispered into my ear or how his eyes softened when I showed my appreciation for his win, I knew something was off. It was like a switch was flicked when the serotonin overtook his senses.

Desperately I tried to calm my ragged breath, sweaty fingers circling my temples.

I tried to hide it for months, the way my heart fluttered in his presence, my hands got shaky at every touch and the undeniable jealousy seeing Carlos around the company that would come and go once in a while.

Knowing the podium celebrations would start I hurried outside. In the cold air of England, it was a special occasion to enjoy the generous amount of sun that was beaming onto my face.

With my hand shielding my eyes from the sun, I looked up at the 3 men that were all standing proud on the podium.

Carlos's hair was still a sweat-drenched mess that made him look astonishing in the yellow sunlight.

A sly smirk laced his lips as he discovered me in the crowd. It could be the distance between us that made me believe that the Spaniard even shot me a small wink.

Quitley, I heard the spanish anthem play, before Carlos held up the heavy golden throphy, that was rewarded to the winner of the Silverstone Grand Prix.

Whilst my stomach began to fill with butterflies I walked back into the building. The distance gave me the chance to think about whatever had changed in his simple actions, that made my head spin.

"Why did you leave so early?", the hallway echoed with his silky voice bouncing off the walls.

I turned arund to see him drenched in champagne and his racing suit hanging loosely around his hips. Carlos's biceps twitched as he leaned against the wall crossing his arms over his chest, observing the way my mouth twitched.

"I could ask you why you are in here instead of giving interviews and celebrating?", I teased, avoiding answering his question or even looking into his eyes.

"I told them I need to get cleaned up first. But what about my question?"

Indistinctly a few words brushed past my lips, which only seemed to make the Spaniard more invested in my sudden disappearance.

"I was-" suddenly I was empty-headed "-packing up.", internally I slapped myself for the dumb excuse I had just made up.

A smile danced over his lips, as he shook his head knowingly.

"If you don't tell me, then I have something to tell.", Carlos's eyes were glistening in the artificial light.

"I love you. Since you walked into the paddock with your hair put up, in that gorgeous dress I adored you and I remember falling for you when I saw you at that sponsorship event in the red dress you were wearing, looking as beautiful as ever. Your bright eyes shining and your hair flowing down your shoulders. I needed time to understand, but I needed to tell you now, today.", There wasn't a hint of anxiety or fear displayed on his face. Carlos presented his confession with confidence. The confidence I was drawn to since day one.

"I understand if you need time or want to quit-", Whilst salty tears left my eyes, Carlos gave me an apologetic look.

"No, Carlos. I love you too.", With a smile on my lips I ran over to him swinging my arms around his neck. Champagne was sticking to my face and blouse, as well as his fireproofs and hair, attaching us. He lifted me off the ground hands around my waist, as my hands cupped his rosy cheeks and I smashed our lips together.

A kiss that tasted like champagne, tears, and maybe even pain, thinking about my future in F1.

"I love you so much."

#ferrari #carlos sainz #f1 imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 #first story #wattpad #Spotify

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iconocon · 2 years

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curse of monaco | leclerc

summary: loving your best friend never is as easy as it seems

warnings: monaco gp just angst about loving a man that can’t love you back

type: oneshot | word count: 1.9k | ⚔︎ angst

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growing up as the youngest child of two older brothers you found yourself wanting to be exactly like them. you would watch their favorite sports, you would cheer for who they cheered for, and you enjoyed just doing whatever they did like their little shadow. so when you eventually were old enough to go to school with other kids your age you found yourself doing the same thing you did at home. while the other pigtail-headed girls flocked to the swings and multicolored chalk to make hopscotch squares you found yourself wandering by the boys playing with matchbox box cars on the asphalt. in the massive pile of metal and tires, you found yourself drawn to the fiery red cherry one that looked like the one you saw your brothers cheer on from the living room tv earlier in the week.

“hey that’s mine” with the small voice came an outstretched hand as if he expected you to just give it up that easily. which you definitely were not going to do.

“and where’s your name on it?” the brown-haired boy wouldn’t give up his pursuit and neither would you. in fact, you both sat for the entire hour-long recess fighting over the matchbox until a teacher had to come to break you apart. from that day on you, both were inseparable even bringing your own red car to play with the next time you saw him. meeting charles as a small kid fighting on the playground over a small red hot wheel was one of the fondest memories you had in your friendship.

knowing that he achieved those dreams that he didn’t even realize he had when you both met you couldn’t help the warmness that radiated from your heart as here you now sat in the ferrari garage as his guest as now he drives a slightly faster red car (one that you wish you could also fight him for but this one DID have his name on it) however as much as things felt like they didn’t change, one thing did change. he wasn't just your best friend with a horrible haircut anymore; he was a racing driver loved by millions across the world. the realization coming back that the more the two of you grew up the more you realize just how far apart your worlds had become. the world seemed much easier when you were just two children who were glued together every chance they were given neither having a care in the world other than each other.

somehow along the timeline you also found yourself falling in love with motorsport. karting alongside names you now see in the paddock like pierre, or even esteban, however, you grew out of the sport around the time that charles just started taking it seriously. him reaching heights you both never dreamed of as small children banging fluorescent karts into each other after long boring school days. somehow or somewhere in between family holidays and late-night sneaking out to go to parties you couldn't help but fall in love with your best friend. I mean who couldn't? everyone that has ever met charles fell in love with him and you could never blame them because you knew you were just as bad as them pursuing someone who would never see you as anything other than a childhood friend. a placeholder for the feeling of home but it all soon became harder to hide as the pair of you grew into young adults and him into his new GP3 seat.

eyes now followed his every move looking to see if he was the right fit for their cause. in specific the eyes of not only sponsors or teams but also women who also understood the allure of the young monegasque. you stood and watched from the sidelines as the calls got shorter, as the tickets to watch him race got fewer in between, all until you weren't even sure if you knew what his favorite color was anymore. now, of course, you couldn't blame him for not seeing you as anything other than a friend but that never seemed to help the pain in your chest as you watched him pose/date prettier, more put-together girls than you would ever be. yet you waited, even when you knew you looked like a beaten puppy, you waited for his unpredictable calls. they always came when a girl would stand him up for a date, or ask if he could get them tickets for an F1 race, anyway they could think of to use him to benefit their own agenda to make it on the grid. the special ringtone made just for him and the picture of you both smiling as kids in matching karting suits his red, yours pink, both lighting up on your phone making you sigh more than smile these days as you sat and listened to him explain how tired he was of living this life in broken french.

"hi rouge." his nickname falling out of your mouth came so easily even after months apart.

"hi rose,” and there came his for you. “i’m sorry to call so late I didn't know who else to call."

you talked for hours that night as he told you about his new seat in formula 2 where he was sure he understood his role in becoming a future world champion. where he told you he could never have done this without you, as you were the rock in his life that held him grounded. hours turned into the early morning as your conversation merged into your past even somehow talking about the first kiss you both shared on some boat in the middle of an italian sea in middle school, the memory making you blush. you knew charles wasn't malicious. you knew that he didn't actually want to ever hurt you but that night he filled you with so much hope as he reminisced about all the first you shared even talking about how beautiful he found you in those early days yet when he hung up he couldn’t find it in his schedule to talk again until he had another bad day.

it's fair after all this to say it wasn't an equal relationship you shared. I mean from an outsider you were a crutch for a life he once lived but in some small part of your brain, you were fine with that idea as long as you were still a part of this new exciting fast life.

both now standing at 24 you were starting to question that philosophy again. starting to question if this life that you were living as some background character desperately in love with her longest lifetime friend was worth all the hassle. even his family and friends knew of the odd relationship both equally talking to the two of you about how unfair the dynamic was. you felt the burning eyes pierre gave you as you watched the one you had feelings from from now kissing his new longtime girlfriend. him drawing her close as she congratulates him on another pole position for ferrari. you even almost laughed when the french driver mumbled "pathétique" under his breath at the pained look on your face. the pain only subduing itself when the star of the show planted a kiss on your own forehead whispering how glad he was to have you here again.

the curse of monaco should’ve been a metaphor for the both of you as it was a completely one-sided affair. one that burned like it was a stoked fire especially inside of you as you watched on with his family as his race strategy was blown up in front of your very eyes. you even swore you were more upset at his engineer than he even was sitting in his car with his profanities booming over the radio. only having his younger brother arthur as the thing holding you back from telling the crew how you felt yourself you stewed in the wet oiled air. the curse of monaco struck once again as his strangled voice of frustration echoed in your ears over the garage noises watching while he was forced to wait in a pitstop behind carlos leading him once again to lose the lead of his home grand prix. knowing you couldn't continue to watch him be let down by his own soil you found your way back to his driver's room deciding it’s better to be waiting there for him where you could help calm him down. just like you always promised you would.

surprisingly when he finally stormed through the room he was angrier than you thought he would be. charles was always very in control of his emotions, he understood when things were in his control and when they werent which is one of things you admired so much about him. however, in this moment he was anything but controlled as his helmet slammed into the wall, his fiery red racing boots coming off next with those hitting the opposite wall. soon it felt like a game of dodgeball between you and his gear, wanting to shed as soon as possible to distance himself as much as possible from the shitshow earlier.

"rose i dont wanna talk"

"charl-"

"what did i say? i dont want you to be all over me right now y/n"

sucking in a deep breath you almost paused not wanting to fight with him when he was this worked up. you didn't know this charles. the one you spent 24 years learning the ins and out of wouldn't treat you as the one in front of you was treating you now. out of all the people in monaco to be mad at you coudn't understand how he decided on you but you were reaching your own boiling point.

"how dare you" rising up from the couch as fast as you did was enough to make you see stars but it wasn’t even to make you stop your pursuit of the brunette. your pointer finger now making an indent in his red fireproofs as both pairs of blue eyes met eachother as you repeat yourself again. “how dare you be mad at me out of everyone here”

his eyes holding their own story as he almost laughed at your rage. “just get out”

“i cant believe you”

“stop being delusional”

“delusional?”

“yes, delusional to think i even want you here right now”

the look on your face was probably enough to make the screen of the next lifetime movie as you gasp at all the air leaving your chest. the hot tears didn’t stop as you turned around to collect your things and they even came down harder as he tried to grab onto your shoulders to try to make you listen to him, somehow trying to make you believe he didn’t mean it. maybe you were delusional because you wanted to believe at that moment every word that came out of his mouth. you knew somewhere deep in whatever was left of your resolve that it wasn’t real. you knew he meant what he said and you also knew as you walked out of the ferrari motorhome you knew you would once again be left to look like the stupid lovesick little girl because even your unbalanced relationship couldn’t withstand the curse of monaco.

⏤

rose- pink in french and rouge- red in french

(i thought these were cute nicknames for their karting suit colors!) I've been lacking due to school and work but hoped you all enjoyed this lil oneshot!

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