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amakumos · 3 months

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enhypen as f1 fans - headcanons.

SYNOPSIS. enhypen as f1 fans this is literally just it

GENRE. probably just crack

AUTHOR'S NOTE. this is literally just for fun and i love lando norris. lmk what else you would want to add if u like f1 and enha... let me know what types of fans theyd be... not tagging taglist in this cuz its not that serious of a fic

LEE HEESEUNG. ★

favourite team: aston martin

favourite track: spa-francorchamps

favourite driver: fernando alonso / lewis hamilton

heeseung also gives me the vibe that he likes red bull as well! i think he definitely wouldn't be mad if a rb driver won, but would prefer drivers from his favourite team

he's definitely gone to races before. occasionally buys paddock passes.

had the time of his life in the first half of the 2023 season when aston was good... after the upgrades (more like downgrades) he's been going through it...

but i think he'd still have hope.

the kind of guy to quit watching the race if his favourite driver dnfs

buys merch like a crazy person

loves fernando’s tiktok account with a burning passion. probably uses them as reaction memes in the gc

will lose his shit when fernando or lewis retires.

has a soft spot for oscar

bashes his head against the wall when his fav driver has a slow pitstop

the kind of guy to yell at the tv when the result outcome is terrible

"i'm never watching formula 1 again" he says when his fav doesn't make it to the points... and then proceeds to turn the tv back on the next race week

probably has a selfie with his fav driver (and probably cried a little bit after)

uses that video of fernando's celebration dance as a way to get out of awkward conversations

the first guy to like fernando's new tiktoks whenever they r posted

JAY PARK. ★

favourite team: mercedes

favourite track: circuit of the americas

favourite driver: lewis hamilton / sebastian vettel

honestly i feel like everyone in enha loves lewis

lost his shit when seb retired

i think he also likes nico rosberg as well. seems like a brocedes guy (he sheds tears every time someone brings brocedes up tho)

would sacrifice his right lung for another lewis hamilton win

would gladly help seb build his bee hotels in suzuka

paddock passes every time when he goes and watches f1.

probably has selfies with every driver that he likes

hes just a mercedes guy through and through

he's loyal to his team! if ur a mercedes driver, jay loves u AUTOMATICALLY.

probably died a bit on the inside when george and lewis had contact on turn 1 in qatar 2023

not a red bull fan. im sorry

but he sometimes thinks about turning into a red bull fan because life as a red bull fan is much less depressing compared to being a merc fan

misses the merc domination era

probably on f1twt and is famous there

people know him for having selfies w the drivers and always buying paddock passes. he's a rich guy what can i say

another guy who yells at the screen during a race

whenever merc has disappointing strategies he just sighs and thinks: "i could do a better job"

JAKE SIM. ★

favourite team: ferrari

favourite track: monza / monaco

favourite driver: charles leclerc

SOMEBODY SAVE THIS MAN????

he goes through it every single weekend. every weekend he is constantly disappointed by ferrari and at this point he is considering to quit watching f1

only cares about charles. loves that man with his life

he also likes oscar and danny ric as well, because they're australian

you know how every italian man is in love with charles? they post stuff on their story like "met my husband😍" and it's a pic of them and charles? that's jake. he is him

jake reminds me of that one fan who made charles a pizza and gave it to him in person. like that’s lowkey some shit that he would do

picks up on phrases that charles says. mainly "it's like this" ...

prays every single weekend for charles to get good results (he is always disappointed)

wanted to die when he saw charles' slow pit stop at the dutch gp in 2023... they had NO TYRES and jake threw the remote control at the screen

has charles merch. definitely bought the monaco special edition hat. probably buys apm monaco for charles too

he's definitely gone to races before. probably bought paddock once but he will never do that again his wallet was crying

was 100% in the crowd during charles' 2019 monza win. also shed tears during that moment

"BURN THE SF23" is the most tweeted thing on his f1twt account of the 2023 season

argues with sunghoon all the time over f1 because sunghoon is a red bull fan... but secretly they're literally lecstappen

in general jake would sacrifice his entire life for charles leclerc and... he's so real for that

PARK SUNGHOON. ★

favourite team: red bull

favourite track: zandvoort / red bull ring

favourite driver: max verstappen

the only one enjoying the 2023 season

because his favourite driver always wins

the only one in enha whos NEVER disappointed whenever a race happens

yells rlly loud whenever max wins (so basically every race weekend) and the rest of the enha boys just look at him like 😒

probably has like 5 red bull shirts in his closet and sleeps in them

defends max with his life. probably has a twitter account w the user onlyverstappen and you'll see him bashing the shit out of max haters

prob bought a max mini helmet. almost bought the max verstappen christmas sweater (hes a dedicated fan what can i say)

big maxiel fan. would sacrifice everything for a max and daniel pairing again because he thinks they're funny together

likes max bc of his humour as well

watches youtube videos about f1 like "every f1 driver getting mad at nikita mazepin" or like "funny f1 driver radio moments"

the kind of guy to save every max edit into his camera roll (hes in love what can i say)

started drinking red bulls because of his love for the team… he says it’s his way of supporting them

fan of liam lawson too. needs him to get a seat and he does not care with what team. he just needs to see that man in a f1 car ASAP...

has been to f1 races, bought paddock once to go with jay. max won that race and he never shuts up about how he saw max verstappen win with his own two eyes

has the same passion towards f1 as jake except he lives in a constant state of happiness due to red bull's dominance while jake lives in a constant state of depression

KIM SUNOO. ★

favourite team: alphatauri / williams

favourite track: singapore

favourite driver: yuki tsunoda / alex albon

big yuki fan. thinks his radios are funny

he's not too invested in f1 but watches occasionally

loves alex bc of how he's somehow able to drag a williams into the points

he's pretty quiet when he's watching f1 i feel

feels like the kind of guy to just sit on the couch and be like "hmm. good job" or like "oh. maybe next time..."

mainly bc his fav drivers and teams arent fighting for podiums or championships... but he hopes that they'll be able to someday

he's that one rlly lucky fan that could just be walking around in the same city as his fav f1 driver and just bump into them on the street

doesn't hate any team and doesn't hate any driver. he's a pretty chill f1 fan

the ONE time sunoo probably got pissed was when yuki was on his formation lap and his engine broke down... meaning he didn't start

wanted to punch smth because How in the World

probably bought one of yuki's mini helmets bc he thinks its cute. "good room decor" - kim sunoo 2023

probably has a yuki or alex cap but that's as much merch as he'll buy tbh

likes the yuki / daniel combo for alphatauri but also thinks nyck should've been given a bit more time

probably hasn't been to an f1 race in person... if he went i don't think he'd buy paddock unless one of the other members bought it and brought him along

keeps up w f1 news from twitter or from jake bc he never stops talking about how ferrari’s fucking up charles' strategy again

YANG JUNGWON. ★

favourite team: mclaren

favourite track: silverstone

favourite driver: lando norris / oscar piastri

no, i’m not just saying jungwon is a lando enjoyer just because i am (maybe a little bc i’m biased BUT)

they’re both just adorable so what can i say really

depressed at the beginning of the season when the mclaren boys were driving a fucking TRACTOR for a car

landoscar enthusiast. i don’t make the rules… he and jake remind me of landoscar kinda… like jake would be a lando and jungwon would be an oscar

would do anything (I MEAN ANYTHING) for a lando win… me too

mclaren 1-2? YOU BEST BELIEVE HE'S YELLING LIKE A MANIAC

spends money on lando merch (HOODIES!) and prob wears it bc the designs r insanely cool

sits in silence in the corner when it’s a bad race week for his faves… like he’s crazily silent to the point where it’s scary. it's giving eye twitches vibes

gets hyped for race week tho he’s the kinda guy to have every race logged in his calendar

makes maeumi watch f1 with him. unfortunately maeumi is not a mclaren fan much to his disappointment

if you hate lando or oscar he will hate you. defends them with his life and trust and believe me he will win.

is on f1twt, pretty well known on there (he just tweets random shit and gets 1k likes and hes like... Wtf)

attends races whenever he can, prob not paddock cuz he thinks it’s not really worth it bc of how expensive they are

used to mclaren being good now compared to the start of the season so he’s devastated when they’re not top 5

NISHIMURA RIKI. ★

favourite team: mercedes (ferrari later tho...)

favourite track: suzuka

favourite driver: lewis hamilton / yuki tsunoda / kimi raikkonen

lewis fan because he’s the goat, yuki fan bc he thinks he’s funny and bc they’re both japanese, kimi fan because well... hes KIMI

riki’s prob been invested in f1 since he was a kid, definitely the most involved / passionate w motorsports

probably watches other motorsport series too! pretty sure he’s talked about formula e, and i could see him enjoying indycar and motogp

yk how lewis released that collab w fortnite? riki prob bought the skin and plays as lewis in fortnite😭

loves roscoe!!! would want bisco and roscoe to meet tbh

wants lewis to win again SOOOO badly

prob has a picture with yuki and the height difference would be hilarious (yuki is 159cm)

i think he's a big fan of schumacher, senna, prost too, definitely been watching this sport for a WHILE!

in a complete state of SHOCK when it was revealed lewis would be going to ferrari

started learning italian on duolingo after the big announcement

has definitely been to a few f1 races (suzuka, silverstone & singapore are probably the ones he's been to)

a BIG ACCOUNT ON F1TWT

probably gets invited as a guest of his favourite teams n shit it's crazy he's practically an influencer there

would start an f1 podcast for fun and it would go viral

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leclerc-s · 5 months

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big reputations - part six

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pre-qatar dinner and this dude looks way too fucking happy. is there an off switch or something? cars go vroom! little brother won a race or something? it's like a big deal 3x world champion or whatever jokes aside i'm literally crying?? who knew i would be crying over some silly little men in silly little cars??

alex albon ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED YESTERDAY??

max verstappen i kissed daniel, so what?? george russell THAT'S NOT WHAT WE SAW BITCH!!

oscar piastri clearly you were all drunk. i saw max kiss daniel and charles. charles said it was glorious.

charles leclerc it was, i went to my hotel room and i questioned everything. pierre gasly FUCKER YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

daniel ricciardo is it suddenly not okay for me to kiss max??

yuki tsunoda HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM US RICCIARDO!! THIS IS SO FUCKED! THIS IS FUCKING BETRAYAL YOU FUCKING FUCK! YOU DICKHEAD!

esteban ocon is this why max knocked liam out the other day??

max verstappen i didn't knock him out, i simply helped him rest his eyes for a bit. he seemed tired.

alex albon I KNOW WHAT I FUCKING SAW YESTERDAY!!

oscar piastri i think you guys are cra

oscar piastri so these are the famous f1 drivers oscah and sharl cannot shut up about. nice to meet y'all!

logan sargeant oscar? you okay buddy?

max verstappen sabrina, dear god, give oscar his phone back.

oscar piastri KISS MY ASS VERSTAPPEN. I WILL DECK YOU max verstappen when you can reach me, sure. oscar piastri SOMEONE GRAB ME A FUCKING FORK!! max verstappen yup, still can't stand you. oscar piastri OH FUCK YOU SID!

oscar piastri i apologize for her, she isn't house trained.

charles leclercDID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH PIASTRI?? YOU'RE FUCKING NEXT!!

charles leclerc added one person

sabrina carpenter now, did you guys seen pierre kiss yuki?

pierre gasly what?

charles leclerc i swear i saw k-mag and and nico kiss

sabrina carpenter oh, you guys are allowed to say nico? i thought that was off limits because of lewis. #ripbrocedes

daniel ricciardo lewis isn't here.

carlos sainz jesus do you people have to talk so fucking much??

sabrina carpenter HEY, I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU MR. SAINZ!

carlos sainz who is that? why are they yelling at me?

sabrina carpenter JUST BECAUSE I WASN'T AROUND FOR SPA DOESN'T MEAN I WILL NOT DEFEND MY LITTLE BROTHER OSCAR!

oscar piastri let it go sabrina

sabrina carpenter I'LL LET IT GO WHEN DANIEL LET'S THE CHARLES THING GO!!

carlos sainz what's the charles thing?

max verstappen nothing daniel ricciardo nothing charles leclerc nothing oscar piastri nothing sabrina carpenter nothing

yuki tsunoda STOP CHANGING THE FUCKING SUBJECT! DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO ARE YOU OR ARE YOU FUCKING NOT DATING DAPHNE FUCKING JONES??

daniel ricciardo i plead the fifth

george russell that's a yes to me

alex albon THEY WERE FUCKING MAKING OUT AT THE BAR!! OF COURSE THEY'RE DATING!!

sabrina carpenter no, that was daniel and max. i don't know what you people saw. clearly the tension from when they were teammates got to be too much and now they're acting on their feelings. i really thought it was going to be a lestappen endgame.

oscar piastri okay, you need to get off of f1 twitter seriously.

sabrina carpenter well how else am i supposed to learn f1 lore? and it's not just twitter, tiktok has been very helpful.

george russell just how much time is she spending on f1 twitter and tiktok?

sabrina carpenter "i'm here to fight, i'm here to win, i'm not just going to wave him bye because he's max verstappen in a red bull."

sabrina carpenter "what am i now? i'm heavily depressed." sabrina carpenter "suck my balls mate." sabrina carpenter "nothing just an inchident."

oscar piastri yeah, she's gonna be doing that for a while

sabrina carpenter "bwoah!" sabrina carpenter "james, it's valtteri, fuck you." sabrina carpenter "ALL THE TIME YOU HAVE TO LEAVE A SPACE!"

sabrina carpenter okay, i'm done now. i think oscar was right when he said i needed to step away from f1 twitter and tiktok

oscar piastri you think? i have been receiving an f1 quote from you at least 8 times a day.

logan sargeant free my man oscar, he shouldn't be suffering this way

sabrina carpenter logan sargeant you're next on my list

max verstappen CONGRATS YOU IDIOTS, YOU FUCKED UP!

daphne jones you know, i can see that now, but it's so hilarious knowing the other drivers are losing their mind.

daniel ricciardo the only reason we haven't told them is because you have some stupid plan to get daphne to sing about it at a show.

max verstappen MY PLAN IS A GOOD ONE! TAKE THAT BACK BITCHIARRDO!

oscar piastri what actually is the plan??

sabrina carpenter you know that line in karma, where it's like, "karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me?"

oscar piastri yeah?

charles leclerc max wants daphne to change the lyrics to something like "karma is the guy on the track coming straight home to me?"

max verstappen why is that better than what i had?

sabrina carpenter his was "karma is the guy in the alpha tauri coming straight home to me."

oscar piastri DO BOTH!

max verstappen she can't because someone took daniel out of the season

oscar piastri I APOLOGIZED WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME??

daniel ricciardo MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN IT WASN'T HIS FAULT! LEAVE HIM ALONE

charles leclerc wow we really are like a family.

sabrina carpenter max has been promoted to brother-in-law because the entire internet seems convinced that he's fucking charles

daphne jones do you have no filter?

sabrina carpenter i wrote a song called nonsense that's a euphemism for sex. what do you think?

oscar piastri i'm talkin' all around clock. i'm talkin' hope nobody knocks. i'm talkin' opposite of soft. i'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts. you gotta keep up with me. i got some young energy. i caught the L-O-V-E. how do you do this to me?

max verstappen you just know the lyrics to the song?

oscar piastri i googled them.

sabrina carpenter FAKE FAN!!

oscar piastri i never said i was a fan. i just tolerate you.

charles leclerc i can't stand either of you

daniel ricciardo peak older sibling behavior

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¡leclerc-s speaks! yeah, i don't know what this became towards the end. i saw one tiktok and i spiraled towards the end, i'm also a bit sleep deprived. i apologize in advance for this. you can't convince me sabrina carpenter isn't a menace to society, i bet she is.

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

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charlie-lec-stories · 6 months

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Dirty Little Secret - Part 1: Qatar // CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character

Series Summary: Charles' wife went to The Other Side and came back, but her past did too.

Chapter Summary: Qatar's high temperatures prove to be deadly when a terrible crash happens on the track.

Series Warnings: Death, descriptions of CPR and a car crash, sexual comments and implied sexual acts, mentions of blood, mentions of suicide and depression.

Author’s Note: This is a special I decided to write inspired by Halloween and the Qatar GP, it's five parts long. It's the first time I write something for this page instead of editing thing I have written before, I hope you guys like it. Rate: +16 (descriptions of medical procedures).

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The first memory Charles had of his wife is from a rainy day twenty years ago. He was getting ready to jump into his kart when he saw her, red hair blowing in the air, a lilac helmet under her arm and a matching race suit, with her name, Y/N, embroidered in black cursive letters. She was the prettiest girl in the world, he was sure, so sure that he told his father that he was marrying that girl when he was older. But that pretty redhead was not seen again for many years. He kind of forgot about her and that smile that missed a few tooth, the memory of her appearing once in a while, triggered by the combination of red and lilac. They crossed paths again when they were fifteen but the relationship they developed was anything but amicable. Charles spotted her instantly, her hair exactly the same as he remembered it, but what he also noticed was that she was hanging from Max Verstappen's arm. They were laughing and talking excitedly as Max explained something to her. He could feel his blood boiling inside his veins, now that he finally saw her again she had to be around his most hated rival. He tried to approach her once he found her alone but the second she saw him she walked away, right back to Max, who put a protective arm around her shoulders and sent Charles a dirty look.

It took a few years for Charles and Y/N to get along and then just months to start dating. Charles learned that Max and Y/N were best friends since she moved from her home country to Netherlands. She lived in Monaco for a few months in between that, that's when they first met, and then her family settled in Roosteren, a town in Netherlands bordering with Maaseik (Belgium) where Max grew up. They went together to school and karting, becoming close pretty quickly. That's why she initially didn't like Charles, his rivalry with Max was so strong that she even disliked Charles. But with time his relationship with Max evolved into mutual respect and Charles and Y/N started getting to know each other better. When they were twenty, Charles made a bet with her: if he got to win the F2 Championship, she had to go on a date with him. She said yes and after he won they went to the first of many incredible dates they had together. Max took the relationship way better than Charles expected and he even gave them a gift for their first anniversary. Both Charles and Y/N gave everything to the relationship and Charles was elated with that, he loved how committed she was from day one. He felt like they were perfect for each other, a match made in Heaven. Being that close made it difficult for Charles when Y/N would spend so much time with Max, but he understood that they were best friends and needed some time for themselves.

After almost six years of dating, Charles and Y/N got married. It was a little celebration with their families and closest friends. It was also Y/N rookie year in F1, driving for Aston Martin along Fernando Alonso, with a contract until 2026. Everyone was happy, they were glowing and already planning for a year off together to have children when her contract was over. They married during summer break and moved their honeymoon to the off-season because Max and Y/N had their annual trip to Netherlands together right after the wedding. One thing Charles noticed was that Max and Y/N always went together back home on summer break and whenever he suggested they changed the date, both refused instantly. The trip wasn't long, it was just four days and they stayed at Y/N's childhood house. Charles never went with them, he suspected that the trip was more than just wanting to visit a childhood friend, but he could see that the topic was kind of delicate to them. He asked once about it and Y/N showed such hurt about it that he regretted asking. "We always go back to visit a friend of ours, it's complicated". He got that answer on their second year dating and was never told anything else about it. He never dared to ask Max and by the gloom mood the Dutch always wore for the trip, Charles knew better than to pry. It was something that Charles really wanted to know about since it seemed to affect Y/N pretty bad. Each time she came back extremely depressed and quiet. The last one hadn't been different, still, she recovered and went back to racing, winning two races in a row. Now, it was time for Qatar.

The heat was unbearable, Charles could feel it sweeping through his seat and into his suit, and that shouldn't happen. Lewis and Fernando had just been denied their petition to cancel, the two older drivers having taken the matter into their own hands to protect the younger ones. Max had talked to Christian to see if they could do something with Red Bull as a team. Nothing worked, the FIA wanted the race to happen so it was going to happen. They were all exhausted from the sprint the day before and they all felt terrible. Y/N looked down, she didn't do well with heat. Charles walked to her and sat by her side, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently.

"How are you holding up, Bunny?". He asked once he was sitting next to her on the floor, as everyone waited for the order to go to their cars. "Bunny" was a nickname that everyone had for her, she was a Loony-Tunes fan and had a lot of merchandising of it: mugs, shirts, hats, bags, you name it, she had it. Charles usually watched it with her, Bugs Bunny was her favourite.

"I think my teeth are sweating". She was frowning with annoyance, but that was quickly replaced with a giggle when she heard Charles laugh at her comment. They kept laughing softly, avoiding looking at each other, knowing that the cameras were following their interaction. She didn't like public displays of affection, not even with Charles, it made her uncomfortable to have her relationship analyzed all the time, so she just agreed to some light kissing and quick hugs. With her friends it was also a no, a lot of rumors circulated all the time, with almost every driver, even with her teammate, old enough to be her father, who she called her "racing dad". Fernando was the best teammate a rookie could have, he was experienced and patient, he took the time to explain things to her and guide her through everything that the racing world threw at her. They were really close, she was the kid he never had.

"Bunny, I tried, but they won't cancel". Fernando stood in front of them, an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sure you did, Dad, don't worry". Next to him was Lewis, fumming,

"We should refuse to race. All of us together". The seven-time champion was an expert on getting people to work together for shared goals, and he was fearless when it came to things being unfair.

"Some of us could loose our seats for that, Lew". She knew that even if the four of them were safe, other drivers weren't that lucky. Most of the contracts said that they couldn't refuse to race, not without the green light from their Team Principal, and they were directly commanded to race.

"I know...". Lewis bit his lip, trying to contain his anger. "It's just so unfair". He shook his head when he heard the call for them to go to the cars. Y/N took Fernando's hand and got up. Charles gave his wife a hug and a quick kiss before parting to his car and hear her say her last bit to the conversation.

"Sadly, I think not even a tragedy can make them prioritize our lives over the money".

It was a 57-laps race. Charles and Y/N had their radios connected all the time, they couldn't talk to each other, but it gave them some peace of mind to hear the other's voice through the race. Everyone was complaining about the heat. Esteban threw up inside his helmet, Logan had to retire and Fernando asked to be drenched in cold water, something that was definitely not happening but God... he wanted it to. Charles felt like he was dying, his head hurt, it was hard to breath and the sand on the track made the car difficult to control, much more strength needed to keep the car on the track. It was lap 38 and he already wanted it to end, the first time in his life that he hated his job. He could hear that Y/N was complaining a lot, her voice tired and annoyed on the radio. She was uncomfortable on her seat, she had cramps on her hands and legs due to dehydration and her head was pounding non-stop. Still, she didn't feel like retiring and she made it clear. He could see her car moving around the track in front of him. She was P3, Max P4 and he was P5, with a prominent gap of almost 4 seconds to Max.

"Max is not doing well. He will retire this lap". Charles heard Xavi, his race engineer, on the radio and then heard his wife talking again, probably after getting the news about Max herself from her own radio.

"This conditions are inhuman". She sounded angrier than before, she was probably worried about her friend. "I can't believe they didn't cancel, I can't beli-". The radio transmission was cut short as Max's car collided with hers. Charles saw the whole accident happen in front of him, even having to drive out of the track himself because of it. They were all on turn 4, she turned, Max didn't. He didn't even break, his front wing impacting the right side of her car and pushing her against the wall of the track in a T-shaped crash. Everything happened so fast Charles was having trouble processing the information. Xavi kept asking him if he was alright, but he was already getting out of the car. He wanted to run, to fly even, to get to her as fast as he could, but his legs weren't as fast as he wanted them to be. Max wasn't moving, unconscious in the cockpit. He could see Y/N moving and climbing out of her car, walking towards Max like she was drunk, her feet unsteady and her arms moving strangely. She seemed like a mix of tired and dizzy. He kept running but felt like he wasn't getting closer. He never noticed how much physical distance 4-seconds gaps actually were. He saw his wife doing what she could to get Max out of his car, a fire burning tall were their cars connected, close to Max's cockpit. She was walking backwards, Max's body limp against hers and she was using all of her strength to carry him away from the fire. Charles was a few meters away when she suddenly shook, a little yelp coming from her then falling to the sandy ground with a muffed thud, Max atop of her.

"Bunny! Max!". Charles screamed as he ran towards them. He kneeled next to the pair and quickly removed Max from his wife. The Dutchman was breathing softly, his chest barely raising with each little breath. Y/N, on the other side, was still, too still. He removed her helmet and balaclava and the first thing he saw were her eyes slightly open and unfocussed. Panic spread through his body when he couldn't find her pulse on her neck and no air seemed to come out of her, nor come in, her chest not moving at all. He removed his own head protection as fast as he could and opened her suit to move her clothes out of the way to start CPR compressions. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix". Charles counted, the sweat from the heat and the strength the CPR took mixing with his tears. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, vingt". One more set and he had to do two ventilations. He decided to focus on his task, even if a thousand thoughts went through his head. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, trente". He moved her head up and pinched her nose with that hand, pulling softly at her chin with the other to open her mouth, covering it with his own as he exhaled into her. Twice. He could only cry and plead as he moved away from her, to start the compressions again. "Please, mon amour, please don't leave me". He placed his hands on her chest again. "I love you too much, please stay with me". The pain inside his chest made it impossible for him to notice the heat anymore. He needed her back, he couldn't loose her. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix".

"Charles, you're gonna finish the set of compressions and then we're gonna take it from there, do you understand?". He never noticed when, but the paramedics made it there. As he nodded his head and kept working, he saw how some medics got Max on a stretcher and gave him oxygen.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, trente". He was pulled away from Y/N when he made it to thirty. His first instinct told him to fight, to crawl back to his wife and never leave her side, but the arms that pulled him away were giving everything they had to keep him there. It didn't matter how much he cried or fought. The doctor cut her fireproofs open and placed the pads of the defibrillator on her chest. He could hear the machine talking, explaining that there was no pulse. "No! No! No!". He repeated as he kept fighting the marshal holding him down. Another medic was ventilating her with a bag valve mask. The machine told them to clear and everyone pulled away from her. Her body went stiff and then relaxed. The machine made more sounds and Charles felt like everything was taking too much time for his liking. Swiftly, Y/N was moved to a stretcher and took into the ambulance that just then Charles seemed to acknowledge. The last time he could see his wife, the machine was saying something but he was unable to hear as he was pulled away towards the safety car that had to take him to the garage, the ambulance taking off and disappearing from his sight.

He can't remember how he made it to the hospital, but the next thing after the safety car, he's sitting in a room, an IV connected to his arm and Joris rubbing his back. He could see thought the little window of the door that Arthur, his younger brother, was outside with Lorenzo, his older brother. The other two Leclercs were arguing and Charles could only worry as he felt his body too relaxed but his head racing. A doctor walked towards his brothers and after talking for a few moments, the three of them walked in. The doctor stood in front of him.

"Mr. Leclerc, your wife is stable now". She said with a small smile. Charles could feel the wet pattern of his tears on his cheeks. "She had a concussion. A big one, and between the dehydration and the effort of carrying Mr. Verstappen out of the car, her heart gave up and she had a heart-attack". Charles nodded. "You save her life. Her heart stopped working and the CPR you did on her kept her brain oxygenated enough time for us to start her heart back on. She's alive because of you".

"Can I see her?". He felt his throat dry and stiff as his hoarse voice came out in a whisper. The doctor nodded her head and helped Charles up.

"Yes, you can". She walked him through the hospital with his IV still connected, to help him recover from his own dehydration. Joris took the pole with his IV bag and carried it. "She's asleep now and we're getting her strong again with a supplement we're giving her through her IV". The doctor explained while they walked. "She has to stay for observation for 24hrs and then, if her MRIs are alright, you'll be able to go home". He nodded and took a deep breath when they stopped at the door of his wife's room. Then, anxious about what was waiting for him at the other side of that door, he pushed down the handle and walked in. He sat next to his wife and held her hand, kissing it softly. She moved a bit, stirring, and with her eyes still closed she called out:

"Maud?"

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This is the first part! Enjoy.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines

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carlos thought after charles dsq in cota? but make it unintentionally funny like how charles coping

ehe this is gonna be a quick one

"it is so close to podium. argh" rupert knock at the debrief table. "if it wasnt because of your tyre" guzman added, "you could have been in P3"

"I know" is he? well he isn't actually even with good pitstop, mclaren still too fast. ofcourse he is hoping podium he was so sure. until he wasn't sure about their result when he see the next garage seems moving in rush. so chaotic until charles left his phone on the garage chair. Ricky entered the room with Charles' phone while keeping eye glued into the garage curiously, "well i think the debrief is post poned"

"oh? what happen?" carlos had no idea. seriously no idea. is it... "Charles?" he took charles phone from his strategist

"apparantely..." guzman sighed tiredly. thinking what media content he should post to fix this upcoming damage.

carlos sighed too. playing with charles phone for a bit before realizing his lockscreen is more blant and minimalistic than he used before, than he used with only carlos. the spaniard grins as he holding the screen pretty long so he could edit his lockscreen, swipe left until find the saved theme lockscreen he is searching for.

minutes comes into hours and carlos yawned. there is nothing more particular intersting in charles phone.

one by one member of red comes to debrief room, chitchatting in anxiety, mumbling "disqualification", fear and sweaty forehead displaying enough clearly to see something is wrong about charles.

the room is so hot suddenly, he couldnt breath at all. its like somebody put something on the flame. carlos inhale only found a hot breathy air that exhaled from the member. humid-sticky, suffocating, just like inside cockpit in singapore, or qatar. how so it's fucking hot inside an AC room especially the sun already came?

he stands up aburptly making guzman and rickt startled beside him, "gonna go get fresh air first. its so hot suddenly"

rupert giving him an eyebrow. he just-- look its so hot here okay? carlos just give him a high five on the air.

he get out only to bumping with Charles. Red face, flushed by tears? oh is it sweat?

"Charles...? I head you dis--" his finger itch to crawl Charles to his arms but his teammate only grin

"Carlos! you had no idea what i bought you" charles put his arms behind his back so carlos couldnt see it

Carlos frowns, Charles giggled.

"Tara!" Charles shows both of his hands wrapped around...

a trophy, P3 tropy?!

"What the fuck?" Indeed Carlos, what would Charles present him the thropy just after he got back from steward room

"What?" his teammate slightly annoyed, "You in podium mate! Here" Charles shoved the trophy to Carlos before passing by him

Carlos shook his head and hold his teammate arms "Wait, Charles. I... Are you okay?"

Charles chukled as he turns around to face him, "Oh don't pity me Carlos" his voice free from malicious tone. he meet with dimples and smile,

"dont worry, i'm not angry or jealous to you" his teammate step closer, enough to brushing their nose together quickly before retreating himself back

carlos eyeing him in doubt," Charles Marc Herve..." he had a habit to call his teammate with his fullname if Charles start joking about his mental health or trying shove away his depression.

"Whaat? It true!" Charles tilt his neck to left and carlos automaticaly brought his palm to massage the sore spot Charles showing.

He hummed as Carlos reach the perfect spot, "Besides..." charles slowly open his closed in content eyes. green. beautiful, full of poison, toxic, death.

oh. carlos hands movement stops at the moment. Charles rolled his shoulder back and cracked his neck.

"I need to give some of a lesson" His teammate smile at him, no not smiling. its..

he is turning into sly fox. his dimples out, but tounge sharp as knife.

"I'm gonna make the debrief is long ass exciting, don't wait for me. you can go celebrate your podium!" He winked then goes inside the debrief room

carlos could hear ,"ciaoo guyys. where do we fucking need to start, hm?" before the door closed and he whinced his eyes painfuly

there only reason why the room grows hot.

yeah of course, carlos took his phone and called lando, "im joining the party. wait me"

he doesn't need to watch charles do another genocide inside the room.

later that night in club, his phone blink from notification. it's charles--

"enjoying your podium? say thanks to me by give me head massage will you? i think i accidently damage several parts of it"

and rather drunk in countryside club, carlos prefer here. staying contently with chill temperature, not too hot or cold, charles head resting on his lap, his finger gently massage the soft browns lock, scents of lavender oil slick across charles forehead.

in the room, charles always bring his plus one company. some race he bring anger and it banged into the fourwall, made a mess before his energy deplated and flop down into carlos soft chest.

some race, charles bring melancholy, staying quite for long time, only feeling warm cuddles and burying himself further into carlos neck.

on gloomy day at suzuka, charles bring cloud and rain. it took several forehead and long deep kisses from Carlos to make it stop pouring.

this time at cota, carlos confused as charles bring out a sun. lounging on his lap, streching like a cat while enjoying carlos massage

"you making me worry. are you sure you are okay?" carlos smoothering down his forehead

"im more worried about lewis though"

which making carlos frowns, "carino. what hell?"

"no but look." charles sits up and rest his back against carlos chest. carlos brough his arm to support charles waist, letting his teammate to fully rest on his body, he facing him side by side, "He is not used to get this feeling"

again, a frown.

"i mean" charles snuggles closer, "Lewis never used to his team, letting him down. like this"

carlos hummed, how ironic he just agreeing at that statement. "but that doesn't mean you should normalized this week no? especially, you..." its your birthday week . carlos want to say it but charles already understand.

he is not answering though, instead locking his phone and stay frozen at his lockscreen.

carlos grins

charles did the same thing too. "you awfully fucking romantic. you surely know how to annoy me huh?!" he groaned before fishing down a kiss to carlos inviting lips.

The phone is long forgotten with a muffled of moans and fabric rustle. with the screen on, it clearly shows charles and carlos selfies in a polaroid card and there are other several polaroid frames with a sharpie inked below them. the center one, the newest one, where charles face full of by a white frosting cake that carlos just smashed him, written there

"only me, your only one bday and race gift'

#idk but this is fuunnnnn #like charles is already used to his team failing him and he was like okay then #f1 #charlos #1655 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #lewis hamilton #lewis sosory about it

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"Now who is gonna unpack Landos depressing music taste and his mega sad song choices ????!!!?"

To make it even sadder, I did a quick analysis of his Unwrapped and his day of listening to the most music happened the Monday after Qatar, where he spent most of the weekend doubting himself and getting called "washed" by the media despite earning two podium positions between the Sprint and the race. The guy was probably just listening to some music that fit his mood. Which yeah, is sad to think about, but still MUCH healthier than other ways of coping with disappointment that are sometimes turned to.

somehow I missed this I am so sorry

1. where are you finding this, was it on his stream?

2. you're right about listening to sad songs being a better coping mechanism than most

tbh, sometimes you wanna listen to a sad song even when you aren't sad, and sometimes you need a sad song to process the sad, and sometimes you gotta have a playlist of chill sad songs to listen to while you lay on the carpet and stare at the ceiling in the dim light of a single lamp

ref this

#lando norris #i love his eclectic music taste #his top 5 is so varied #birb speaks

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folklorebae · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: influencer!reader & timeskip!kozume kenma/fluff

wc: 0.6k

a/n: haven’t written in a while and pls forgive me if this doesn’t scream “midnight”. i tried my best</3

Like any other night, the starless night sky is illuminated by the dazzling airport lights. The airport is as calm as it has ever been at this early hour. People flow effortlessly, peaceful rivers of humanity just roused from sleep, and all you do is wait impatiently for your plane to board at your gate.

In forty minutes, you just need to wait for forty more minutes before you are no longer able to access the internet, and for some reason, going on a live is an idea that crossed your mind to save you from your boredom and somnolence.

You curl your lips into a smile and stop talking when your eyes catch your boyfriend’s fake Instagram account just joined your live.

ynfan13 OMG HIIII

ynscandle you look tired:(

ynfan14 OMG ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH WORLD CUP??

notkenmasfan just try to get noticed over here

“I know, I mean, it’s midnight here in Tokyo. Yes! I’m at the airport right now.” You rest your chin on your palm, reading another comment. “I notice you, babe. No need to worry.”

notkenmasfan you deserve a long sleep after this

ynfan15 where is your sugar daddy?

ynmydarling why are you alone?

You’re immediately convulsed with laughter, drawing some attention from those around you. You cover your mouth with your palm in a swift motion and try to pull yourself together before looking at your phone again.

“Guys, I don't have a sugar daddy. My boyfriend is just rich.”

ynfan16 JAPAN WON THE LAST MATCH🇯🇵

notkenmasfan you need to stop your sugar daddy jokes

hinatashoyo Y/NNN

itsynupdates you’re so pretty:((

“I know! I’m so proud of Japan's national team.” You respond before moving on to greet your best friend. “Shoyo! How are you?”

iheartyn you’re so gorgeous. pls step on me

hinatashoyo i’m good!

hinatashoyo can’t wait to see you!!

notkenmasfan shoyo wtf are you doing here?

hinatashoyo why are you so rude to me?

You chuckle at Kenma’s comment, since the orange-haired man has no idea about Kenma’s fake account.

hinatashoyo can i join your live??

hinatashoyo let me show you your bf. he’s sleeping rn

ynxln safe flight angel✈️❤️

You raise your brow. “Is he?”

hinatashoyo he is. he said he’s depressed because you're not here

ynfan17 YOU HAVE A BF?!? WHY I DIDN’T KNOW THIS

notkenmasfan HE’S A LIAR. I NEVER SAID THAT

You chuckle and shake your head as you try to accept Hinata’s request. But a FaceTime notification from Kenma suddenly appears on your screen.

“Action expresses priorities.” They say, and God knows who your priority is.

“Why does he think you’re sleeping?” You ask your boyfriend once you can see his face.

Kenma chuckles as he pulls his duvet over his shoulder, getting himself more comfortable and warm on the bed. “I told him I’m going to sleep so he will talk to Kuroo, but instead, he joined your live.”

You nod at him while fighting the urge to not grin. “I see…”

Kenma could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and quickly hides half of his face with the duvet before you could see any sign of him blushing. “What? I’m not jealous, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You argue and change the topic before he could say anything. “So why are you calling?”

He shrugs and starts to murmur about something but you could barely hear it since his mouth is buried under the cover.

“Ken, I can’t hear you. Get that blanket off your face.”

Kenma sighs and does what you said. “I said, I found a good place for us to have lunch together but nevermind cause I know you must be ti–”

“Shut up, Ken. Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Okay… I’ll pick you up at six am right? Qatar time?” He asks and you answer it with a nod.

Then, a split second later, a welcoming cheery sound from the air hostess reverberates through the airport, announcing your airline and flight number.

“Have a safe flight. I love you.”

#meet me at midnight—event!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #kenma x reader #kenma x gn reader #kenma x gn!reader #kenma x gender neutral reader #kenma drabble #kenma fluff

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Hi Goldy, I read your post and wanted to correct you. Are you kidding? Are you putting Jimin and Jungkook in the same position in injustice? No one is weak in this vile company other than Jimin. Did you forget the opening of the World Cup when Qatar asked for the entire band, and the company sent only Jungkook? Did you forget that Jungkook is the company's favorite member, the golden maknae? Tell me. Where was he wronged in any place? I can't put Jimin and Jungkook on the same side. This member, who was pampered from the beginning, was sent to America to take training courses. The second was deprived of voice lessons, and he watched his friends train and returned to train alone. As for this pig scooterHe loves Jungkook and he is promoting him from now on and posting his pictures with him embracing him and saying that Jungkook will make history and you will see my words when he reinforces him and supports him in his album. Their problem is not with anyone but Jimin.

Which post are you referring to?? 🤔

Oh... you mean my last post talking about SB being threatened by Jikook???? I meant that in the general sense of western artists being threatened by BTS and for Scooter particularly the vocal line due to conflict of interest- the interest being his own favs and artists like Justin.

It wasn't a who suffers most among BTS analysis.

But I suppose Jungkook and Jimin are definitely treated differently and while I hate thinking it, Jm tends to be more feared and hated on in the Fandom and else where.

But that assertion makes me uncomfortable to voice out because then I'd be ignoring that Jimin has one of the most amazing supportive organic fanbase out all seven too. Small but mighty that gets the job done. And I couldn't be more proud of every single one of you. It's crazy the feet and heights of his achievements in spite of the hold outs.

But yea. He faces the most injustice- which is very depressing for me to think of right now.

When you say I can't put Jimin and Jungkook on one side you make me want to cry rainbow tears 😭

I be a PJM but I be a jikook shippers too so I don't like playing the JM vs JK game so I'm gonna sit this one out if it's that☹

I hear you and I understand where you are coming from. And you are right about all that's happened to JM. However putting Jikook on one category is a bit of a muscle memory for me😭

To me they are both gay and experience homophobia

They are both Asian and experience Asian hate and xenophobia.

They are both members of BTS and experience anti BTS vitriol everywhere😔

To me it's them against the world.

I'm scratching my ears wondering why you are going off about Jimin's mistreatment by his company when my post was particularly targeted at Scooter and his shady ass.

If you wanna drag Hybe I'm not the one that's gonna stand in your way💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

If you wanna drag Scooter- I lend you a hand😌

If you talk about Jimins oppressions I'm down🤺

But if you want to compare their oppression dicks to see which is bigger- I think they both get fuxked in unique ways. Disproportionately so💀

Disproportionately so because- as I've highlighted a countless times on my page- they each have intersecting identities that counts towards their oppressions. Jimin for one, as I've said before, is often subject to misogyny on top of everything for one, because a lot of people assign feminine traits to him due to his androgyny. But we've already talked about all these.

Sometimes, I won't lie, if feels like yall be trying to school the teacher😩

Don't that I mind🤭

Sprinkle Sprinkle

That was close

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luminalunii97 · 1 year

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The islamic republic: dOn'T MiX fOotbaLL wiTH POliTiCs!

Also the islamic republic:

*sends their journalists and employees as "fans" to Qatar to do their biddings*

*hires Bangladeshi workers in Qatar to come and pose as islamic republic supporters and fans*

*makes sure Qatar security guards confiscate any protest sign like woman life freedom prints or Iran's original flag*

*Their assigned "fans" interview with western journalists and tell wild lies, like "we have complete gender equality in iran!" Funny enough, that woman who was lying like that couldn't leave Iran without her husband's permission and couldn't go to stadiums inside of iran*

*Sending non-hijabi "fans" to Qatar so that they can claim even the women we arrest, whip and kill are on our side. This one is a wild concept, we know she has received money and she's regime related, but the regime wants to pretend she supports them from heart. Well I can't think of any reason why someone like her would support a regime that not only hurts her but calls her a prostitute for not wearing hijab, other than Stockholm syndrome! Is the regime trying to say Iranian non-hijabis have Stockholm syndrome??*

*They used the win against Wales as an excuse to dance on our fallen graves. The security forces were dancing in the streets after the win. Their hands are red with our blood and they mock us with false happiness. Just so you know, any festivities in the streets that contains dance and music is banned in Iran. Previous world cup when real regular people came to the streets to celebrate, they were treated with police suppression. But apparently for regime goons it's ok to dance in the streets*

At this point it doesn't even matter if our national football team is supporting us or not, if the team members were bought or threatened. The regime made football a war tool, let's fight then.

After loosing to USA people came to streets to celebrate. We celebrated because it's a lose forthe islamic republic and they're going to lose more than just a football match soon. We celebrated because our happiness makes our enemies mad. We celebrated because they danced on our loved ones graves, we'll dance on their graves one day. We celebrated because they want us depressed and compliance, but we won't sit until we see their downfall. We celebrated because it's banned in iran and we no longer play by the Islamic republic rules. We celebrated because we're practicing to celebrate the regime change soon.

Before the game we were telling each other no matter what the result we're going to the streets to make noise. They can kill our bodies but they won't kill our spirits.

The regime as they always do, opened fire on people. Broke windows and broke skins. This man was murdered last night in a northern city in iran for honking a happy rhythm. He was shot in the head for honking. His name was Mehran Samak. His last Instagram story said: no matter what, we're going to the streets tonight.

And let's hear one last tragic story. Mehran Samak was Saeed Ezatolahi, one of the national football player's childhood playmate. When one was crying in Qatar over loss, the other was cheering the Islamic Republic loss in his city. This is all on the regime. No one wins as long as this regime is on.

ps, celebrating for us means dancing while chanting death to the dictator. It's not a happy occasion, it's a fighting strategy.

Ps2, after the match with USA the security guards opened blind fire on people. One of Iranian actors, Mohammed Naderi, shared a picture of his pierced car window and wrote about his experience with the security guards:

#iran #mahsa amini #iran protests #iranian #iran news #iran revolution #forced hijab #feminism #intersectional feminism #politics #middle east #football #soccer #qatar #world cup #islamic republic vs iran #unity #twitter #don't trust islamic republic of iran

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ladyvictory22 · 6 months

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I will always be here

(I recommend listening to my beloved Lana del Rey in the background, specifically Say Yes To Heaven)

In Austin, Max celebrated his fiftieth victory of the season, an achievement that filled Christian with pride as always. The race had gone well, and he had a feeling that the celebration with his husband would be grand, especially after Lewis finished in P2, a marvelous performance.

However, that optimism faded with the disqualification.

Two drivers were disqualified, including Lewis, for technical reasons, and amidst the chaos on the Internet, thousands of comments with different opinions. While this might benefit his professional side by giving Checo an advantage, in his personal life with Toto, the news was anything but good.

Both of them had known for some time that Toto was seriously considering retirement, an idea that came up from time to time. Christian sometimes wished that Toto would focus more on improving the car instead of talking about retiring.

The races in Japan and Qatar had been disappointing for Mercedes, with Toto absent due to his knee injury recovery, and now this upon his return. It was likely that Toto would be angry or very quiet.

Toto had been silently suffering lately, not letting Christian notice, or so he thought, but Christian understood what that implied. He had experienced similar moments when Mercedes was in the lead. However, the difference was that social media amplified comments and criticism, which was sometimes hard to ignore. Christian had read criticism directed at both him and Toto, and he knew that Toto had also read them. The comments could be harsh at times, but there was a limit, crossing a line such as wishing ill or accusing directly was not okay, and yet, Toto self-flagellated with those comments.

Toto was more sensitive after the difficult 2021 season, which they had worked to overcome together, ensuring that it did not affect their marriage in any way. Despite having eight titles, he had been struggling with the pressure, experiencing mild depression and intrusive thoughts. Christian had been there to support him, becoming his refuge in the darkest moments, like this one where he knew Toto would be devastated and would want to release that energy in some way, either through fighting or crying, or both.

Christian arrived in the room, which was dark with an eerie silence, and found Toto on the balcony, still dressed in his Mercedes uniform, staring into the void. Christian felt a pang of pain and approached slowly until he was beside him.

"Hello," Christian greeted, caressing Toto's hair.

"Hello," Toto murmured weakly.

Toto looked up, and tears began to flow when he felt his husband's hand on his cheek. Christian sighed, embraced him, and stroked his hair as he listened to his sobs.

"I'm a failure; I let them down again... I can't do anything right," Toto whispered between sobs.

"Don't say that; we all make mistakes... we're human," consoled Christian.

"You know that in this sport, you can't make mistakes," Toto said indignantly, chastising himself.

"You can, you just have to learn from them and move forward."

"Learn for two years, with eight titles under your belt, does that seem normal to you?" Toto said indignantly, castigating himself at the same time.

Christian tried not to get angry, although he felt the anger growing inside him. It wasn't a night for arguments; they needed to talk and dispel Toto's thoughts.

"I did it for eight years, with three titles under my belt... it's not the same, but I know perfectly well how you feel. Don't try to make me believe that I don't understand, even if this benefits me," Christian said seriously, trying to express his empathy.

"Of course you understand... especially now that you're in your success... isn't that right?" Toto responded sarcastically.

Toto got up and went inside. Christian sighed and let the night breeze caress his face. It was clear they would have a long night.

Shortly after, Christian followed him and found Toto pouring himself a drink from the minibar.

"Even though it benefits me, even though it benefits one of my drivers... I understand, and I'm not telling you this as a team principal; I'm telling you this as your husband, as the person who chose to be with you for the rest of his life, through thick and thin. Do you remember when I used to lose and get angry and try to fight with you?" Christian continued.

Toto remained motionless, not responding.

"You didn't celebrate victories to console me, and I appreciate that because you stopped being the team boss for one night and consoled me. I'm doing the same," Christian continued.

Toto ran a hand across his face, filled with frustration, and when he turned around, he looked at his husband.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I... feel like I can't take it anymore, Christian. You don't know how hard it is to read comments... hear them... see the disappointed faces... and I always think, what will I tell the team? How will I lift their spirits when I feel bad?" Toto said, with tears still in his eyes.

Christian approached and gently took Toto's hand, intertwining it with his own.

"Darling... of course you can. Today is just a bad night. Tomorrow is a new day, and there are more races ahead; they can still show that they're there," Christian consoled.

The tears kept flowing, and Toto held them back, but his eyes reflected deep concern. "But what if it doesn't get better? You've always supported me, but what if I can't keep going like this? Sometimes I feel like the only way out is retirement, and that scares me."

Christian squeezed Toto's hand tenderly and brought his face closer to look directly into his eyes. "Toto, listen to me, retirement is not the solution. I know you've been considering it, but you're not defined by a rough patch. All teams go through tough times; I experienced it years ago with the team. But together, we can overcome this. We've done it before, and we'll do it again."

Toto nodded slowly, his eyes still filled with insecurities, but Christian's comforting presence helped him find some peace amid the emotional storm. "I know, Christian, but I feel like I'm losing my touch, that I can't measure up anymore. I wonder if it's time to make way for the new generations."

Christian caressed his cheek with his thumb and smiled sweetly. "Toto, that's what the mind tells us when we're overwhelmed by pressure. But I know how incredibly talented you are. You've taken this team to the

top and won eight titles. No one can take that away from you. And you still have so much to give, not just to Mercedes, but to this sport in general. Let's not let a difficult season define your legacy... Lewis's legacy, and your team's legacy," he paused and added, "Sometimes, challenges make victories even sweeter. Don't let fear make you give up on what you love."

The tears kept flowing, but Toto held them back.

"And what if they all turn into bad nights?" he whispered.

"I'll be here; I'll always be here. Together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way," Christian assured, giving him a hand kiss.

Toto looked into Christian's eyes, finding comfort in his words and the love they shared. With a sigh, he nodded and moved closer to embrace his husband tightly, knowing that somehow he wasn't alone in his struggle.

Christian gave him a tender forehead kiss and then guided him to the bed, opening his arms, inviting Toto to snuggle beside him. Toto complied, and this time, he allowed himself to surrender completely to his emotions. Tears flowed, releasing some of the pressure he had accumulated, while Christian caressed him from his back to his hair, feeling that he might cry with him, too, because seeing Toto in this state was heart-wrenching. He just wanted to protect him, keep him safe, but unfortunately, he couldn't shield them from what the outside world threw at them.

When Toto finally found calm, they remained in the same position. A soft sigh preceded his decision to look up at Christian, who, with the tenderness of shared consolation, caressed his cheek. A kiss sprang between them, slow and full of implicit meaning. As if they had reached an unspoken agreement, clothes began to yield, and Christian's fingers leisurely unbuttoned Toto's shirt, while Toto trailed a path of kisses on his neck.

That night, the storm that raged in their thoughts seemed to fade, replaced by a silent promise of comfort and love. Christian was determined to show how much he loved Toto, how much he valued every facet of his being, and how much he wanted to protect him.

The shirt, once stripped of its bindings, was removed by Christian in a slow and sensual ritual. Toto surrendered to his advance, tears still adorning his eyes. Sensing his vulnerability, Christian responded with another kiss, this time a soft and sweet one, as he began to remove his own shirt.

The clothing gradually vanished, leaving two intertwined bodies and shared passion. Hands entwined, bodies clung to each other, and kisses continued, prolonged and ardent. Toto's movements were slow but precise, as if time itself had decided to stop to allow them to give in to each other. Toto adored and clung to every inch of Christian's body in an act of silent love and devotion.

Amidst that shared intimacy, Christian gently slid onto Toto's lap, a movement that seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of their hearts. Toto's hands roamed Christian's back, caressing the smooth skin as they embraced each other with passion, their bodies wrapped in the ecstasy of their love. The kisses continued, deep and passionate, as if they were trying to express everything they felt without the need for words. It was a moment of pure connection, where emotions flowed freely and were lost in the warmth of their shared love.

Their gazes met at various moments, and in those instances, the glisten of tears in Toto's eyes was still present. Each time their eyes locked, they conveyed a profound understanding and mutual affection. They gazed at each other with tenderness and desire, indulging in small kisses with each shared look. Each kiss and caress, in that moment of union, strengthened their love and made them feel that, no matter what the world brought them, they would always have the comfort and passion of their relationship to sustain them.

Christian longed to give Toto all the love that resided within him. They weren't celebrating; there was no room for anger or frustration in this corner of sadness and solace. It was just a moment where they clung to each other, shedding the weight of the world for one night.

When they finally reached climax, words escaped in whispers from Christian's lips. "I love you... I love you so much... I'm here for you," he said with a tenderness that filled the room.

A brief silence lingered before Toto found his voice amid their ragged breaths. "I love you too," he said with a voice laden with weariness but full of gratitude.

That's how they remained, their bodies sticky, filled with sweat, exhausted but satisfied. Christian continued his caresses, following the ritual he always performed when his husband yearned for sleep. On this night, wrapped in love and shared intimacy, they found refuge in each other.

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Ok...so a short, really short... but I needed to get rid of that sadness

and of course we end up with mild obsenity

@silvereds

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