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racing-is-passion · 2 days
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Sainz did not do the better job in the 3 years together. Objectively.
Charles race pace is superior in the majority of races
He finished more races on front than carlos.
More quali in front than carlos
More podiums
More poles
More points in the total 3 years
3 - 3 wins
Despite carlos winning last year, charles still finished on front of him in the standings, despite having more misfortunes out of his control.
You speak about charles mistakes or crashes, but if you actually look at the data, carlos number of mistakes and crashes last year is pretty much equal. It's just never given attention for some reason. And when it comes to 2022, everyone talks about charles crash in France but carlos gravel moments are forgotten
Over the whole three years, that's correct. I still see a trend since 2023 that's more going into the direction of Carlos. Sure he also did make mistakes, but most of the times, they weren't in such important moments than it was with Charles (France 2022, Imola 2022 for example). Like I said, for me, both drivers are almost equal with the slight upper hand for Carlos. I simply would've kept both of them instead of hiring Lewis.
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racingheartstopper · 5 months
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Max having fun with the German skysports crew in Mexico.
Also the presenters ask him when he’s in the car with his pitcrew if he will drive this thing to give the others a chance this weekend. His face 😂
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r4ikkonen · 11 months
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please can you do a fernando alonso imagine where she’s 22 years old and in college and he’s her sugardaddy, because he doesn’t have time for an actual relationship ? and he had a rule of no falling in love but then he realizes he’s in love with her when he’s bringing her shopping and he confesses it to her later that day after they have sex and she loves him back too
No strings attached | Fernando Alonso x Reader
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Ever since you got into your dream college Yale life has been a little bit challenging.You had to work a part time job at starbucks to be able to pay the rent and your scholarship.Yale is overall very expensive and your grades are not that bad either.All your problems disappeared over the summer break.Your friend Zara and you went to the Silverstone Grand Prix.Zara was sweet enough to get both of you the paddock passes and you enjoyed your time there very much.Zara was a big fan of motorsport and you would always come with her to watch Formula 1 or NASCAR.Even though you would struggle with understanding the terms you always found a way to enjoy every race.Zara introduced you to a lot of drivers and there was one that caught your eye.His name was Fernando and he drove for Aston Martin.
Zara often teased you about him and that drove you crazy.After the Silverstone race you and Nando got into contact and you would often talk to each other.He came up with an idea to meet at the restaurant.You gladly accepted and spent 3 hours getting ready just to see him.Your hair was shiny and your satin black dress was hugging your body.When you arrived you saw a man drinking wine graciously while waiting for you.You took a seat and his eyes went straight to look at yours.
“Oh hi y/n didn’t see you there” Fernando said giving me a slight smirk.The way he talked was very flirtatious and I tried not to fall in any off his gestures.He asked me about my college and about my life.I felt like he really cared about it and he would listen to me like I was a song.
After we finished off our desserts it was time to go home.He gave me a ride home in his new Aston Martin car that cost more than my life probably.When we arrived he stopped the car and looked at me right into my eyes.
“Remember Cariño, no strings attached” He told me while grabbing my thigh placing a warm kiss on my cheek.His dark brown eyes met mine and I felt goosebumps rising up on my arms.I waved back to him and entered my apartment.We were now using each other for each others needs, like money and attention..
Few weeks went by and I was living my life to the fullest.I truly had everything, from Dior to Chanel to all of those designers.I was now a sugar baby and Fernando made sure he spoiled me go bits.We were talking nonstop and he called me any second he gets.I really felt like he was my boyfriend.He always listened to me and he always helped me.We would often see each other when we could.He was busy with racing and scoring points for me while I studied my ass off to become a Doctor.Whenever I’d miss him I would always remember his words.”No strings attached”.They are still haunting me and I tried shaking off the feeling that I have a slight crush on him.
I went shopping to get some new clothes because I’ll be flying to Oxford to see him.I was very excited and I picked some gorgeous outfits that he of course paid for.
He greeted me with a big smile on his face pulling me into a big hug.As I wrapped my arms around his neck I could feel his after shave.I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and he blushed like crazy.We had time of our lives he showed me Oxford and we tried some great food there too.Living with him for these 4 days were amazing.
It was the last day and I already felt cranky.I didn’t want to leave him, I didn’t want to go back to my sad apartment.I wanted to stay with him forever.When I got out of the bed I saw him preparing pancakes.The smell was so strong and I couldn’t help but giggle while looking at his bare back.His muscles were so defined.His Samurai tattoo was exposed.I bit my lips and sat on the counter trying to catch his attention.
“Good morning Mi Amor” He said placing a warm kiss on my cheek while holding the pan carefully.
“Good morning love” I replied starring at him and admiring every move of his.
He slid a plate across the counter.
“Eat.” He demanded waiting for me to taste one of his pancakes.
“Mmm this is delicious, maybe I should kidnap you and make you make me pancakes mhm?” I teased trying not to sound too clingy.
“I wouldn’t mind that at all” He winked flirtatiously at my joke.
We spent the whole day to ourselves chilling on his big sofa.I was sitting on top of him resting and scrolling through tiktok.He grabbed my phone and threw it onto the coffee table. “Hey!” I yelled hopping that he didn’t break my phone.He didn’t say anything he lifted me up and undressed me exposing my bare breasts.I whined to his actions and he kept placing wet kisses on my neck while whispering something in Spanish.I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pulled out his member.I moaned at his actions as he pressed his warm fingers inside of me. “Fuck Nando please..” I groaned begging him to fuck me some more. “Be patient cariño” He whispered in my ear making me want him even more.We spent that whole morning making love..
After he made sure I was comfortable.We were still laying on his sofa naked.. I used his torso as a Pillow and his fingers were playing with my hair.We were just laying there in silence
“Cariño” He said with a frightened look on his face.Holding me by my waist.
“Yes?l” I turned off my phone locking an eye contact with him.
“Cariño there’s something you need to know” His words weren’t so clear and I was scared for the worst.I’ve thought to myself, what if he breaks up with me?What if he finds me too needy?I couldn’t shake away my fear.
“Uh look, I’ve been thinking about this for some time know and honestly, I think im in love with you, I know I know no strings attached but.. I feel very happy with you and I want to take you with me everywhere I go.”
My eyes went wide to his beautiful confession and I couldn’t help but to give him a big kiss.I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled away from the kiss “I love you”.
I’ve never seen such a smile on his face before he stared at me deeply and I could sense how happy he felt.He grabbed me closer and said
“Cmon let’s go get ready there’s one more place I need to take you too”
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bellinghxms · 7 months
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not mercedes’ official account posting this 😭
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jubileesstuff · 12 days
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Lewis: I hate you sometimes.
Nico: Well according to this picture Seb drew of us holding hands that's not true.
Lewis: Nico, you drew that.
Nico: It doesn't matter.
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redskull199987 · 1 year
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i am sooo in love w your charles fics, and i was just wondering if you could do one where after a long day of practice charles comes home to the reader (male, preferably. or gender neutral is fine too!) all stressed and the reader knows a little way to relieve charles' tension? (by 'relieve' , if you can't catch my drift, possible nsfw?)
First of all, I am so sorry that it took me so fucking long to write this. I have no explanation, I have no apologies. I'm just lazy and I'm sorry. I hope you still like this.
Ease your Pain
Charles Leclerc x male!reader Request
Word count:1.2k
Warnings:smut 18+, making out, male!receiving, but a lot of fluff
Summary: After a stressful day, you help Charles to come down again...
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I watched with wide eyes how the Australian GP came to a rather fast end for Charles. Another DNF, even though the season just started. I knew that he wouldn't take it well. All the DNFs and the stress had taken a toll on him. He didn't want to talk about it, but I knew that he was having a hard time. 
"Charles?", I asked carefully, as I watched my boyfriend make his way over to the me in the garage. His head shot up and I saw the tears in his eyes. He was doing everything possible for him not to cry. I rushed over to him and pulled him into my arms. He immideately burried his head in my shoulder, closing his eyes.
"You wanna go back to the hotel?", I asked and looked at him. He only nodded:"After the interviews:"
"Are you sure that you can do this?", I mumbled as I saw some Journalists already approaching us.
"It's fine, ma coeur. Just wait by the car", Charles sighed. I only nodded, not wanting to stress him any more. I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek one last time before parting with him and making my way to our shared car in which we arrived earlier.
It didn't take long for Charles to return. But in the 30 minutes that he was gone, his DNF was already all over social media and while most people were nice and felt with Charles, there were also those that said he deserved all of it.
"We can go now", Charles mumbled after fastening his seat belt.
"Give me your phone", I said and held my hand out to him. Charles only looked at me perplexed. But eventually he pulled out his phone and gave it to me.
"No more social media today", I explained while starting the car,"No phone calls, no texts. Nothing. You have done enough today, no more."
Charles looked at me, like he was about to cry again. The adoration in his eyes clearer than daylight.
"Thank you, Love", he mumbled and rested his hand on my knee, slightly squeezing to show his gratitude. I only smiled at him and nodded before we drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence.
"You want to take a shower while I get dinner?", I asked, as Charles and I waited for the elevator to arrive.
"That would be nice", he smiled and stepped in, as the doors in front of us opened.
"What are you craving?", I questioned. Charles didn't answer for a second, so I turned around thinking that he was pondering what he wanted to eat, But I was met with the sight of  a grinning Charles Leclerc.
"Charles, that was not what I meant", I smiled, my cheeks slightly tinted red.
"I didn't even say anything", he laughed and put up his hands in defense.
"Yeah sure", I rolled my eyes and slightly slapped his chest, as the elevator doors finally opened. The two of us stepped out into the hallway why discussing  what we wanted to eat now.
"You know what", Charles said as we reached,"Surprise me"
And with a grin he withdrew to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard how the shower starting running, signaling that I had approximately half an hour before he would come out again.
With a smile I reached for my phone , ordering takeout. But I still knew how to surprise Charles.
So, after about 30 minutes, just like I estimated, Charles stepped out of the Bathroom, only dressed in his shorts. A towel was draped over his shoulders and I saw that his hair was still slightly wet.
"Did you order something?", he asked, probably already smelling the food that rested on the table that was situated not far away from the bed.
"Come over here first.", I smiled, Charles looked at me perplexed but he did move over to the bed, sitting down next to me. 
"Everything alright?", he asked. 
"Yes", I smiled and carefully took his face in my hands, "I love you, Charles. Please never forget that. I'll  always be here for you and you can always talk to me."
Charles didn't say anything at first, but I saw a smile graced his features and he raised his hand to put it over mine.
"Thank you, ma coeur", he finally mumbled,"I love you too"
I didn't need to say anything more, as Charles leaned forward to press his lips on mine.He sighed against my lips and I felt him pull me closer to him.
"Today is about you", I mumbled, as I pushed him back against the headboard. I saw that he tried to supress a moan, which put a smile on my face. 
"Just relax", I whispered and softly kissed his neck, while my hand wandered to his pants. I carefully pushed them down, grazing his already hard length.
"Ma coeur!", Charles sighed as I started to palm him through his boxers. 
"It's fine", I murmured as I pushed down the last piece of clothing,"Let it all out"
While my hand started to work on his cock, I continued to assault Charles neck , covering him in hickeys, which resulted in him moaning even louder.
"Y/N", he groaned, which told me that he was close.
"Cum for me", I whispered into his ear, sending him right over the top and I felt him release over my hand.
I looked up at Charles, who was breathing heavyly. I only smiled and kissed his cheek before getting up to grab a towel and a water bottle. As I returned to the bed, I handed Charles the bottle and cleaned him up a bit.
"Wanna eat now?", I asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"I'd love to", Charles smiled. He got up and pulled me to my feet and before I could react, he had pulled me right into his arms, embracing me in a strong hug.
"Thank you, Y/N. I really needed this. I love you", He mumbled into my ear.
"I love you too, Charles", I smiled and pecked his cheek,"Come on, before the food gets cold"
"By the way", Charles wondered, as we sat down,"Is there anything visible on my neck?"
I almost chocked on my water, as Charles truned around, revealing the litany of hickeys all over his neck.
"we definetly need to cover those tomorrow", I whispered and started eating, trying to change the topic.
Charles only smiled:"oh don't worry, I don't have a problem with people knowing who helps me to relieve my stress the best."
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mytinycrazymind · 1 year
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Love Makes You Blind - Charles Leclerc
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Charles Leclerc x reader
Words: 11.1k
Summary: There was some kind of chemistry since you met right after you were promoted to be his comms officer but both of you seemed blind to realise you were in love with each other.
Warnings: Fluffy, soft Charles bit of self-doubt, some mental health struggling moments.
Authors Note: I've been struggling mentally a lot recently and writing this gave me something to do and get distracted. So, yeah, sorry for the length.
It's not edited and English isn't my first language so be nice, please :)
Feedback would be appreciated ☺️
Enjoy! ♥
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"Ok, so we have completed all the preparations for the Season Launch on Feb 14th?" Your boss Sofia looked at your nodding faces. There wasn't much winter break left for most of the people here. While the drivers were enjoying their time off, in the background things were going full speed towards the new season.
"Great. I'm glad to hear that. I'd like to thank Y/N first and foremost. For only being part of our team for a couple of weeks, you've really stepped up to the plate and done more than we'd normally expect from a new member." That put a smile on your face.
In the middle of last year, you had started to feel insanely limited in your life. Your friends had started to exclude you from the group and when you finally had a bachelor's degree, one thing was clear to you: you had to get out of your current life.
You didn't quite know what you wanted to do but it was clear that you couldn't take it any longer. It feels as if bit by bit, the air to breathe was being taken away from you.
Without telling anyone, you went to stay with a friend in Italy near Verona. You had met her during your studies. A program enabled her to study at a foreign university for a year and she had chosen yours.
The last semester, when she had gone back home, felt like pure hell for you. But in the end, you passed the last semester and your Bachelor's thesis.
She was the one who convinced you to blindly apply to different companies in Italy. And so it happened that at the beginning of December you were sitting in the office of your current boss Sofia and were allowed to introduce yourself to the communications team of the Ferrari Formula 1 team.
You hit it off with Sofia right from the start. She could totally understand your feelings, as she had also started her career for similar reasons.
So it happened that you had your first working day in Maranello just three weeks later. However, the wasn’t much time to play around. The communications team was already in the middle of preparing for the team's launch in mid-February.
But you'd be lying if you said that challenges didn't push you even further. That's why you were even more pleased that Sofia thought it was necessary to mention your outstanding performance in front of the whole team.
"Maybe you have already noticed, but Carolina will not be able to travel with us to the races this season, as she is entering her 6th month of pregnancy in time for the first race and has been advised by her doctor to slow down. After consultation with our new team manager Frederic Vasseur, I have therefore decided that Y/N will take over Carolina's job and travel with us this season."
You hadn't expected that. The others around you clapped and congratulated you on your promotion. Until then, it was actually planned that you would take part in the races from Maranello or from the home office. But of course you wouldn't say no to such an offer.
"If you would please come to my office after our meeting to discuss the details, that would be great." Sofia smiled at you again before she continued with the meeting and said a few words about the launch that was coming up. For you, the rest of the meeting flew by.
You tried to listen as best as you could but your thoughts kept drifting to the new challenge that suddenly presented itself.
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it before. But I thought it would certainly do you good if you could explore the world this year at the company's expense." She winked at you at the last part of her sentence. But there was no need for her to apologise.
"I'm grateful for the opportunity, really!" Sofia nodded and then looked at her watch. At exactly the same moment there was a knock on the door and the next moment he was standing in front of you.
You knew that one day you would meet the drivers, but at that moment you just didn't expect it. With slightly tousled hair and a little bit of a beard, the young man stood next to your chair and hugged Sofia before turning to you and looking into your eyes.
For a moment your breath stopped and you had to muster all the strength you had left to lift your hand and shake his outstretched one. He sat down next to you in the second chair that was in front of Sofia's table.
"Well then, we can get started. Charles you've probably heard that your press officer is pregnant and can't travel with us once the races start again." Charles nodded and followed Sofia's words carefully.
You, on the other hand, had a hard time concentrating because you knew what Sofia was going to say next and you had to prepare your body not to freak out when Sofia said the words you expected her to say.
"Y/N here will take over for her." Every weekend at Charles' side? You somehow couldn't quite believe that this was suddenly your life. Just working in the same company and team as him was like a dream. Getting to spend time with him felt surreal.
"It's a bit of a different job than what she's been doing for the last few weeks but I think she'll find her way around quickly and you can give her a hand." You looked at Sofia and nodded. You didn't want to say anything out of fear that your voice would crack from the excitement.
"Great, well then I'd say you can start right away. I've emailed you Charles' plan for today. There are the usual things, a few videos to be filmed, interviews, and the photo shoot with the new race suits and team kits. You'll have a lot to do over the next few days."
You said goodbye to Sofia and thanked her. Charles followed you out of her office and then stopped beside you, looking at you expectantly. After a few seconds of silence, Charles put on his best grin.
"I have no idea what's on the schedule. I just got here before the meeting." Oh, right. You were in charge of him now.
"Right, sorry. I'm not used to this. I've just been taking work orders until now." Charles smiled at you and then watched you open the email on your phone. He thought it was a cute that you were still a bit confused and he was looking forward to showing you a bit of what the job as a press officer for a driver was all about. Although he was aware that you were certainly not a fool and would take things into your own hands as soon as you got over the initial shock of the promotion.
"We'll get you the new kit for the season first and then you'll film some videos in the studio downstairs on your own and with Carlos." Charles nodded and gave you a thumbs up. It pleased you that he was so motivated to work.
"Great, let's get started then."
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"Perfect. Thanks that's it for today. Tomorrow we'll do the photo shoot with the new kit and race suits." Graziano, with whom you and Charles had spent the last four hours filming countless videos, turned to you.
"Whatever you do that he is so motivated please keep it up. I don't think I've ever seen him so eager in my videos." You looked from Graziano to Charles who got up from the sofa in front of the camera and made his way over to you. Of course you had no idea what Charles work ethic was like last season, as it was only your first time at his side but you did nothing specific to motivate him.
The day went by by itself. No matter where you had to go next or what Charles had been told he was immediately there and delivered in front of the camera. You honestly thought it was always like this and already had hopes that your job would always be this relaxed in the future.
"Ok, what do we do next?" Charles was suddenly standing in front of you and Graziano had said goodbye. He looked at you eagerly. But then suddenly something seemed to change and his features relaxed a little and you could see under his façade that Charles was already quite tired. Until now, he had done a great job of hiding it.
But Charles wanted to make a good impression in front of you. As much as he liked working with Carolina but from the moment he saw you there was a strange voice in his head that almost drove him crazy telling him to be on his best behaviour.
When he watched you between the videos, communicating with the others in the team and engrossed in conversation, he got excited to spend more time with you and every time you laughed his heart leapt. He didn't even want to think about how he felt when you looked at him or how your grin lit up his whole world.
Like in that moment when he stepped in front of you, hoping on the one hand that that was the last item on the agenda for the day, but on the other hand praying inside that there was still something to do because he wanted to spend more time with you.
When he saw your gaze on him, which was a little confused, he realised that he might have put on too much of a good show and should perhaps tone it down a bit.
It was only then that Charles realised how knackered he was from the day even though he hadn't done much except stand in front of the camera.
"Well, I don't know what your plan is, but I'm going home now." With a breath leaving Charles' body, his shoulders slumped a little and his tiredness was now written all over his face.
"I know it's been a long day. But you did a super job." When you put your hand on his shoulder he flinched a little bit so you pulled it away again, thinking that for the first day working with him it might be too much closeness for him, which you could understand but still there was this tiny little tug in your chest.
How you would like to just run your hand through his hair and then pull him into a big fat hug. Maybe someday, you thought to yourself. Maybe at some point you were close enough, at least on a friendly level, that you could do that. But after a day in which you hadn't even really talked to each other much, it wasn't appropriate yet.
"Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you all fresh in the morning." Charles looked up and straight into your eyes. He nodded slightly and then smiled shyly.
Without a word he walked beside you to your office. There he had changed in the morning after getting his new kit for her season.
"How are you getting home, can I maybe give you a lift and drop you off somewhere?" You both took your bags and stuff from your office, which you shared with two others from your team but they went home a long time ago.
"No thanks, I'm here by car myself. I don't live in Maranello." Charles tilted his head a little in surprise and looked at you in wonder.
"Oh, do you live in Modena?" You shook your head again and closed the door behind you and Charles as you made your way to the exit.
"No, I stay with a friend since I moved to Italy. She lives near Verona. So far I don't mind driving close to an hour here every day so why move?" Out of the corner of your eye you saw Charles' reaction. He looked at you with wide eyes, but then turned his gaze forward as you walked down the stairs.
"Wow. I mean sure Verona is definitely a bit more exciting than Maranello or Modena but that's a long way to travel every day." You nodded. He was right, of course. And actually the plan was to move closer if it turned out that you liked the job.
"Well, the way I see it, if I had to come here every day for the whole year, that's a lot of course, so I was thinking of moving here but now it's changed a bit. If I travel around the world with you and the team anyway and spend little time at home or hardly have to go to the office and can do my work from home, why should I rent an expensive flat when it's easier and cheaper to stay with my friend?" You stopped in front of your car. When Charles realised you hadn't walked any further with him he stopped too and turned to you.
"Ok, that's a good point." He put a soft grin on his face. "But then you could also move somewhere else entirely, where it's even nicer. In Monaco, for example, you'd have the Mediterranean on your doorstep instead of old Roman buildings." You couldn't help laughing.
"But Charles, how will I ever be able to afford a flat? I don't make millions like you." He took a step towards you and widened his grin. You were sure he could light up the neighbourhood with it as wide as it was.
"Well, you're living with your friend now. The idea is to live with someone so you don't have to pay for the flat yourself."
"Oh yeah right, because I know so many people in Monaco." Charles tried to wink but failed miserably.
"Well you know me and I have a spare room that I haven't even used in the last few years." You shook your head. But you couldn't help laughing.
"I'll think about it, but I'm really enjoying Verona right now." If you hadn't known Charles for just a few hours, you would have said that there was a bit of disappointment in his expression but you were sure you misinterpreted that. He nodded slightly and then took out his own car keys.
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow." To your surprise he walked past you again towards the entrance where you had come from. "Good night Y/N."
"Me too. Get home safe Charles." He opened a car and you noticed that his car was the Ferrari right next to the door. He really had just walked along with you. And again you felt a little tug in your chest. But this time with joy.
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"Are you ready?" Charles was lying on his couch in his room in the Ferrari Motorhome when you walked in the door. He looked over at you briefly before his gaze turned back to the ceiling and he sighed.
"I don't really know." He didn't sound motivated or enthusiastic at all like he had a few weeks ago in Maranello.
Since then, your friendship has strengthened insanely. You knew exactly when you needed talk to someone about any worries or other thoughts and questions Charles was there for you and you in return for him.
He even invited you on a little two-day trip to the mountains with your friend you lived with and his brothers. It was a great experience that you wouldn't want to miss.
By now you knew if something was on his mind, so you sat down on the edge of the couch and put your hand on Charles', which was resting on his stomach. He immediately looked to you as your hand touched his.
"Tell me." He looked at you in confusion. "I know you're overthinking something waaay too much in that pretty little head of yours. What is it? Tell me, so I can help you." Charles sucked in a deep breath closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again and looked at you you could literally see the desperation and fear in his eyes.
"I won't survive another season like last year. The pressure, the stress, all the things that went wrong. It destroyed me. I was mentally lost and broken. I don't know how, but somehow my family, friends and the last few weeks you and the team managed to get me to build up some hope and self-confidence again. But now it's suddenly so serious again. So close to the first race of the season and I know I'm going to get endless questions today still about the old season and what we plan to do differently and so on and I'm just scared of it. What if we don't make it?"
As he babbled on you could feel his body tense up more and more and Charles became nervous.
"Ok, first of all sit up and take a deep breath." Charles swung his legs around you and sat down next to you on the edge of the couch. He ran both hands through his hair and over his face before sitting up straight beside you.
"Look at me." He took another deep breath and then looked you straight in the eye. You could have sworn he seemed more relaxed right then and there as he looked at you.
"Why are you worrying so much already? The first race hasn't even been run yet and we both know what happens in the tests only gives a rough direction but never the whole picture." Charles nodded but you could see he wasn't quite convinced yet.
"Charlie, you are an exceptional racer and we are all behind you for this season. What happened last year wasn't great but it's in the past. Your future is in front of you and you write your own story. Not the team, not your mum, not your brothers or me, but you alone." He nodded and you could see a small smile on his lips.
"My future is in front of me?" You didn't quite understand the question but he nodded nonetheless. Charles was grinning now and shook his head slightly. He knew what you meant by your words but you had no idea how he twisted the words in his head.
"Now, up. Take a deep breath and go into battle. What could the media say to you that you probably haven't already said to yourself several times and, as you said yourself, still managed to build up your self-confidence again?" Together you got up and made your way to the media pen.
It seemed as if Charles had regained enough strength during your conversation. He was beaming in front of the cameras and even on the following days he came into the paddock full of self-confidence and put the Ferrari on pole on Saturday.
The race, however, did not go as he had imagined. After Charles was able to defend his position at the start, Max managed to catch up with Charles in the last laps on fresh soft tyres and passed him.
Somewhat crestfallen, the Monegasque came towards you after the podium. Pierre, who had finished third in his first race with Alpine, was a few steps ahead of him and rolled his eyes when he was just in front of you.
"I'm ecstatic about third place and he's panicking because he's second? What a crazy world." You hugged Pierre briefly and congratulated him before he disappeared towards the media with his comms manager and Charles stood in front of you with slumped shoulders.
"Oh come on, It was a strong race. Nothing went wrong Max just got a bit lucky at the end." Charles rolled his eyes, gave you the trophy and took his cap from you in return. Andrea, who was standing behind you, took the trophy from you and you took a step towards Charles to give him a hug.
When he felt your arms around his body, he sank right into the embrace. His arms wrapped around your body as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I'll let you in on a little secret." You whispered in his ear, while his grip tightening around you. "In the last six years, it's never been the winner of the first race who later became world champion." Charles eased away from you and then looked at you questioningly.
"How do you know something like that by heart?" You just shrugged, not wanting to admit that you had prepared for every eventuality and had something in store to say for every conceivable situation.
"All right, let's go to media hell."
The next races were a real spectacle. Besides RedBull, Ferrari and Mercedes, Alpine and McLaren were also fighting at the front, but the rest of the teams were also doing well, defending their positions or improving them.
While in Saudi George was in the lead and Charles was second again, in Australia he finally managed to get his long awaited first win and take over the top of the drivers' standings from Max, who was just behind Charles in third place in Saudi but lost a lot of points in Australia due to a rare mistake on his part and finished only ninth.
After a short flight from Melbourne to Sydney, it was shortly before midnight when you arrived at the small Airbnb house.
Together with Carlos, his girlfriend, the coaches of the two drivers and two other colleagues from the social media and marketing team, you had decided to stay a few days longer in Australia and make a little holiday out of it, when the race in China had already been cancelled.
While the others were still talking in the living room, you just wanted to go to bed, said your goodnights to the others and took the first room you passed, as you hadn't talked about occupancy yet.
It was still dark outside when you woke up to a dull thud in your room you sat up in bed startled and looked around the room.
Suddenly someone stood up from the floor next to the bed and turned on the little light on the bedside table. Your heart beat at least twice as fast and you were ready to scream if you had to. 
But from the floor Charles, dressed only in boxer shorts, looked at you sleepily and slightly annoyed. The soft light from the lamp illuminated his body perfectly and for a few seconds you had to do your best not to start drooling.
"What are you doing here?" Charles rubbed his hands over his face before getting up and sitting down next to you in the bed.
"Um, so actually I was sleeping but I apparently had to share a bed with an aggressive little dwarf who spread herself so wide she kicked me out of bed while I was sleeping." Charles looked a little sheepishly at your face to see if you had got the joke or if he had to do damage control straight away.
You looked around the small room and saw Charles' suitcase lying on the floor next to yours.
"There are eight of us and four bedrooms. I would have shared with Andrea but I think you would have died of fright if you woke up next to Carlos' coach Rupert." Well, he was right about that.
"Sorry, I didn't realise we'd be sharing a room." Charles shrugged and sat back under the covers. You moved slightly away from the centre back to your original side of the bed.
"Can I turn the light off again?" You made yourself comfortable and then nodded. Charles, who was watching you intently, turned the lamp off again.
But sleep was now out of the question for you. Even though you had not yet reached the ideal number of hours, you were simply no longer tired. You turned several times from left to right, then back to your back and back to your left side, but nothing worked.
Suddenly you felt Charles' arm wrap around you and pull you closer to him. He only stopped when your back was pressed against his chest.
"Hey, you little whirlwind, how can anyone sleep next to you?" he whispered in your ear. Goosebumps spread all over your body. How you would have loved to just turn around at that moment to press your lips to his but of course you couldn't.
"Sorry. I'm kind of not tired anymore." Charles turned away from you for a second and looked at his phone, which was lying next to the lamp on the small bedside table. Then he turned the light back on and got out of bed.
You turned around and watched Charles go to his suitcase and get dressed. He looked up from his suitcase, grabbed one of his jumpers and threw it at you.
"Come on, out of bed." You looked at him in confusion, but pulled his jumper over your head and got out of bed as well. Like Charles, you also put on shoes until Charles then quietly pulled you across the hall, down the stairs and out the front door.
There were hardly any cars in the neighbourhood. Without saying a word, you walked beside Charles through the streets of the small Sydney neighbourhood, letting your gaze wander.
Charles’ hand still hadn't let go of yours. It gave him a warm, homely feeling to feel your hand in his and to know that you were simply following him without argument. For Charles, it meant that you trusted him.
Charles' destination was the Hornby lighthouse. He had already looked around before the flight from Melbourne to Sydney to see what was in the vicinity of the Airbnb. The plan was actually to jog to the lighthouse with Andrea in the next few days but just the thought of watching the sunrise with you from there made Charles' heart beat a little faster.
"Are you kidnapping me?" Charles looked at you with a small smile on his lips and tried to wink but failed miserably.
"If we're not going to be able to sleep, let's at least take advantage of the time to look around." Charles continued walking down a small path. By now there were no more houses around you, but to your left was the coast and in the distance you could see the city behind you.
The only light that brightened your path a little was the sky, which was slowly beginning to take on some colour again, no longer completely black.
And then there it was in front of you. At the edge of the coast, above the water, which was calm on this night, stood a lighthouse. You couldn't help but be amazed. Charles was also thrilled by the surroundings but what made him even happier was to see your joy.
He found you a spot near the lighthouse where you had a beautiful view of the entrance to Sydney Harbour. Now you regret a little not taking your phone with you. It looked simply breath taking and you could already guess where the sun would rise in a few minutes.
Charles, meanwhile, leaned back a little and watched you and how you were taking in the surroundings. He secretly pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a few snapshots of you and the surroundings.
But you didn't notice that. You were completely blown away by the beauty of the little lighthouse and the place where it stood. The water in front of you had such a calming aura that immediately enveloped you and gave you a feeling of safety, love and security.
"I would give anything to live at a place like this." You turned to Charles who just managed to cover up the fact that he had taken pictures of you.
He sat upright next to you again so that your shoulders were touching and folded his hands in his lap.
"Well, I can't offer you that exactly, but the offer I made you still stands." You looked at him confused, not quite knowing what he was talking about.
"Do you remember our first day working together in Maranello?" How could you forget that day. You had never been so excited and relaxed at the same time on a working day again. Not even at your first race, which you could watch from the pits. You nodded.
"Move in with me in Monaco. We can start a little flat share. My flat is big enough that we can get out of each other's way if we want. And as a highlight, the Mediterranean Sea is less than a 15-minute walk from the flat. You work from home most of the time anyway, even when you're in Italy. And the few times you have to go to Maranello are easy to organise. Apart from the fact that I also have to go to the sim there every now and then."
You actually thought it was a joke on Charles' part when he offered it to you. That's why you had answered rather sarcastically back then.
It was tempting to live by the sea. But was it such a good idea to move in with Charles when you were already having problems pulling yourself together and not falling head over heels in love with him?
"Charlie I don't really know." He didn't even let you continue your thoughts.
"Oh come on Y/N. What could happen that your scared of?" Right off the bat you thought of two scenarios that could happen.
What if you fell in love with him but he didn't fall in love with you? It was so easy to let Charles twist you around his little finger. He was actually perfect if you were honest with yourself, which of course you never were anyway. But you would never tell him this scenario.
"Well, what if we argue and then our work suffers?" Charles shrugged.
"Counter question. What if we get along so well that it makes our work even better? Those are all fair points but why judge before we've tried? You'll never be able to live in Monaco that cheaply again." When he was right about that. You'd never be able to afford to experience Monaco otherwise. Not as a resident of the Principality anyway.
Charles brought you out of your thoughts and directed your gaze to the water where the sun was now rising. Little by little it bathed your surroundings and both of you in its warm light and settled on your skin like a linen sheet.
It felt so beautiful and so right. Just the thought of being able to feel that every morning, if you just accepted Charles' offers, was reasoning enough for you.
"Okay." Charles released his gaze from the rising sun through his screen, which he used to capture the moment in an image. He looked at you questioningly.
"Well, we can try it for a while and if we both don't like it, then I'll move back to Verona." A broad grin prepared on Charles' face, almost brighter and more radiant than the sun rising over the sea the last few inches until it was finally fully visible.
"Trust me you won't regret it."
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"Hey, I'm back. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just got two different breakfast bowls. You can-" As you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen, Charles' mum was suddenly standing in front of you.
"Oh, hey Pascale. I didn't expect to see you here." She hugged you and then walked after you into the kitchen.
"I have to head to the salon in a bit anyway. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were settling in and if Charles was getting on your nerves yet? He went out for a jog, told me to wait here because you'd be here in a minute." You couldn't help laughing a little. But on the contrary, since you had moved in with Charles almost immediately after the return from Sydney, everything was going great.
"That's very nice of you. I think it's great here, I've felt at home since the first day. There is simply nothing better than leaving the house in the morning and watching the sunrise over the sea. Even if I could do that from here, but in the morning there are so many people out with their dogs and they like to stop and let me pet the little ones." Pascale had to laugh.
"Did you have a dog when you were a kid?" You shook your head.
"My parents were never really fans of pets because we were all out of the house most of the time and then no one could have taken care of it. I would love to have a little dog now but I think as much as I travel it would be unfair to the animal and even if I did I don't have anyone to look after it for several days at a time." Pascale nodded but said nothing more.
In the background you could hear the door to the flat open and close. A few seconds later Charles was standing next to you in the kitchen and hugged you from behind. He was completely sweaty and you could feel it through your top.
"Ew, you're all wet." Charles grinned at you but let go of you and gave his mother a little kiss on the cheek.
Unfortunately, Pascale had to leave shortly afterwards to open her hair salon. Charles joined you after a quick shower and together you ate the two breakfast bowls you had brought.
You had to admit that it was very pleasant living with Charles. He had got you a desk and put it in the third room where his simulator was.
Most of the time, however, Charles was to be found there in the evenings, while you mainly went about your work at the desk in the mornings and over lunchtime.
Until Baku, Charles made it his business to familiarise you with everything important in and around Monaco. Mind you, Andrea had a hand in that too, as he somehow managed to persuade you to go running with him at least once a day. Mostly in the evening, when Charles was at the simulator.
But it didn't help your feelings that Charles was so attentive. It also happened over and over again that you had watched a film together in one of your beds and then the next morning you woke up arm in arm or you with your back against Charles' chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.
It became harder and harder for you to talk down and repress these feelings that were slowly becoming more prominent in you.
But what you didn't know was that Charles was not much different. He often woke up before you in the morning and when you fell asleep next to him or he fell asleep in bed with you, he didn't dare move.
Charles enjoyed the feeling of you in his arms. If he had his way, you could stay like that forever. Then, when he noticed that you had woken up, he would close his eyes again and pretend that he was still asleep so as not to look like a creep.
It broke Charles' heart that you didn't feel the way he did, at least that was what he thought, so, he thought, it was better to just pretend it was a normal friendship for him than not have you with him at all because he had scared you away with his feelings.
It went on like that for weeks between the two of you.
Baku unfortunately did not go according to plan for the team. Carlos had to retire the car less than halfway through the race after a system failure and Charles had to settle for fourth place after losing a pitstop to the others during a safety car.
In Miami, Charles seemed to have been replaced. Even though he didn't like Thursdays, he seemed super motivated. Maybe that was because both of his brothers had come to Florida with him.
You decided to watch the qualifying from the motorhome with your colleagues from the marketing and social media team. Arthur and Lorenzo surprisingly sat down next to you and, contrary to your expectations, did not watch the action from the garage.
"Soooo, you and our brother." With your eyebrows drawn together, your gaze moved as if in slow motion from the television in front of you to Arthur who sat on your right. Lorenzo had taken a seat on your left.
"Um, I honestly don't know what you mean." Lorenzo, who until now had been focused on the TV and the round Charles had just laid down, now turned to you as well and rolled his eyes. He opened his phone and put it in front of you.
"Evidence A. You want us to believe that all drivers come to the paddock with their comms officers in the morning like this?" On the screen was a picture from Friday morning when you had come into the paddock with Charles. Charles had his arm around your shoulder and you looked up at him like he was the sun and your whole life revolved around him.
You thought you could hide it normally well that you had feelings for Charles but apparently not.
"Exhibit B." Arthur flicked to the next image on his phone. A picture you hadn't seen before. It must have been from Australia when you went on a trip. While your eyes were on the view, Charles only had eyes for you. Arthur swiped further and showed several examples where Charles was only looking at you without you noticing.
But that couldn't be at all. Charles had mentioned several times that he was glad to have such a good friend and comms manager next to him. The pictures had certainly only been taken by chance at a moment completely out of context.
"Evidence C is also available, but we can't show it to you, because otherwise we'll probably get our heads chopped off by Charles." You raised your eyebrows again, but ignored Lorenzo's statement because it was certainly just a picture taken completely out of context just like the others.
"Guys, I don't know what wild fan theory sites you scrolled through on Instagram but surely you can see for yourself how completely trivial this is, or should I be worried about you." Lorenzo raised an eyebrow and looked over at Arthur.
"Wow, c'est encore pire que ce que nous pensions. Ils ne le voient ni l'un ni l'autre." (Wow, this is even worse than we thought. They both don't see it.) Said Lorenzo to his little brother. Now you regretted not paying better attention in French at school.
"C'est incroyable! Comment peut-on être aussi aveugle?" (That's unbelievable. How can you be so blind?) Replied Arthur to his brother. You were beginning to think it was a bit unfair.
"I don't think that's nice of you, you know I don't know French." The two of them looked back at you at the same time but just as Arthur was about to say something, Charles crossed the finish line for the last time and right behind him was George Russel's Mercedes.
Charles had set the best time and George in his Mercedes, who had the last chance to beat Charles, didn't make it. All three of you jumped up and lay in each other's arms. Charles would start the Miami Grand Prix from pole.
You headed straight for the pits to start the media lap with Charles.
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Both the flights and the short car ride back home from the heliport in Monaco were dominated by a heavy silence. Charles had barely uttered a word the entire journey from Miami to Munich to Nice and Monaco except for a cold goodbye to his brothers after the short helicopter flight from Nice airport to Monaco.
When he arrived at the flat, he disappeared straight into his room. The sun had just passed its highest point and to counteract the jet lag you took your running shoes out of your suitcase and went for a long walk.
You wanted to walk along the coast to the next village, but for some reason you were driven up the mountain to the viewpoint Tête de Chien.
On the way you kept asking yourself how your stupid little brain could have thought that a walk up the mountain in the blazing sun could have been a good idea, but when you found a shady spot on the rocky outcrop and enjoyed the view over Monaco with a light but pleasant breeze, you knew it had been the right decision.
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arthur_leclerc Next time tell me, I would've come as well
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On the way back, you decide to walk past Charles' favourite restaurant and pick up some sushi for you both for dinner. No matter how bad he was, he could never say no to sushi, even if you hadn't learned anything about Charles in the short time you knew him, but you knew that for sure.
There was dead silence in the flat. You quickly fixed some plates of your food in the kitchen and then made your way to Charles' room. After a light knock, there was no answer from him, so you opened the door to see if he might have fallen asleep.
But Charles just sat on his bed and stared at the wall. His gaze was completely blank.
"I don't feel like talking Y/N." He didn't even look at you as he answered.
"I honestly don't either, that's why I figured if our mouths are full we can't do so." Charles gaze turned away from the wall and to you for the first time.
You took the plates from the small shelf that stood outside Charles' room and placed them on his bed in front of him, then you quickly ran back into the kitchen again and got your chopsticks and anything else you needed.   
Across from Charles you took a seat cross-legged and handed him his chopsticks. Charles looked at you in disbelief for a few seconds and then you could see something flash in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.
It wasn't quite admiration, but it wasn't just gratitude either. It was something that you could not judge and that you had never noticed before in his eyes.
He took his chopsticks and shook his head slightly.
"Enjoy your meal and thank you."
It was a quiet evening in Monaco. You were sitting on the balcony reading your book that Arthur had recommended to you in America and had brought over briefly that afternoon. He maybe also came by to see how Charles was doing. He had at least moved from his room to the simulator after dinner and had been sitting there ever since.
The sun had already set over Monaco and you tried with all your might to at least finish this one chapter in the last light before you had to close the book because you couldn't see anything anymore.
"Do you think I have what it takes to become world champion?" You startled slightly as Charles' voice suddenly sounded next to you. You hadn't heard that he had come out onto the balcony and sat down next to you, so engrossed were you in the book.
Charles did not look at you. His gaze was directed into the distance, towards the Mediterranean Sea in front of you. But just from his posture you knew what he was feeling and how shattered he still was.
"If I'm going to be honest I probably can't answer this as balanced as some specialists out there but from what I've seen so far and how I've gotten to know you over the last few months you're a born Formula 1 world champion Charlie." Charles took his eyes off the sea and turned to you. But then dropped his gaze to his hands in his lap.
"But what world champion would make such a stupid mistake on the last lap of the race, almost put his car into the wall and end up only third on the podium after comfortably leading the whole race. That almost screams incompetent, perpetual loser." You put your book down on the small table next to you and turned your chair a little further towards Charles so that your body was now facing him. Your legs touched his. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while you put the other one on his hands, which were resting in his lap.
"Charlie you are anything but a loser. Everyone makes mistakes. Even if Max is now an extraordinary driver, but even for him there are countless examples in the not too distant past of mistakes that he has brought on himself. It’s human. Nobody is perfect. Neither I, nor you, nor anyone else. It's just a question of how you deal with your mistakes." Charles raised his head and looked you in the eyes.
"You can't let this one little mistake get you down now. It happened, you can't change that because it's in the past and, as we know and I’ve told you before, we can't influence the past. But what we and especially you can influence is the future. Learn from the past and use the knowledge you gain from this incident to be better in the future and not make the same mistake again." Charles nodded carefully and took several deep breaths.
Out of pure instinct, your hand moved from his shoulder to his jaw and your thumb gently stroked his cheek. Charles closed his eyes and nestled into your palm.
All he wanted to do right now was pull you against him, merge his lips with yours and lose himself in you. But he knew very well that he couldn't do that. Rather, he knew that he had to be a little more careful with the way he looked at you or the way he behaved around you.
Thank God his brothers in Miami had shown him these pictures just before Quali. He had no idea how obvious it was to the outside world that he had feelings for you. He could just about get his brothers off his back but if his fans found out about it, it would be all the more difficult.
Charles opened his eyes, then sat up straight again and cleared his throat.
"Sorry, a little moment of weakness." You shook your head. He didn't need to apologise for that.
For the next few days Charles sat at his sim a lot and took your words to heart. He worked on the mistake he made in Miami and tried to learn from it for Imola and especially for Monaco.
If there was one thing he wanted, it was to finally break that stupid Monaco curse that was hanging over him like a dark cloud.
You, too, were more preoccupied than you would have liked with Charles' mistake and thus lost victory in Miami. Especially because Pierre and George had now overtaken the Monegasque in the drivers' standings.
Pierre drove an incredibly consistent season in his first season in the Alpine and was able to take the victory for himself and his team not only through luck, but also through a faultless race. George finished just behind him in second place.
The first five were not separated by many points and the title was far from decided, but many media, especially in Italy and England, were picking on Charles, which bothered you a lot.
They all acted as if they themselves had never made a mistake in their lives and as if Charles was the only one among the drivers to whom it happened.
Then at the beginning of the week of the Imola race, Charles spent a whole day in Maranello preparing with the team for the two races to come. He was working so hard to bring home the two wins that you didn't even hear him come home at night. For all you knew he might not have been asleep in his bed at all.
A small faint bark echoed through your room before a tongue licked across your face. You immediately opened your eyes and in front of you, right next to your head, sat a small Toy Poodle with golden brown fur.
The little one looked at you and then gently put a paw on your cheek. You took the little one in your arms and sat up in bed with him.
"Who are you?" The little dog sat obediently in front of you on your lap and wiggled his tail like crazy, then he jumped up again and snuggled right against your chest.
"This is Mali." Your eyes fell on Charles who was standing in the doorway with a big grin. "You actually weren’t going to tell me your birthday is on Sunday?" Your birthday was simply not a special day in itself for you. It just reminded you that you had turned a year older.
"I'm not one to celebrate really." Charles shook his head and came over to you. He sat down next to you on your bed and stroked Mali, who continued to snuggle against your chest.
"Mali is six months old and comes from the shelter here in Monaco. He was very sick which is why his first owners gave him back but he's perfectly healthy now and he's yours. Happy birthday Y/N." You looked at Charles with wide eyes.
"But how, and when, and -" Charles smiled and hugged you sideways.
"Maman, told me about your conversation and why you love to get out of the house in the morning before sunrise. I have cleared everything with the team and with Maman. We can take Mali to almost all the races in Europe. He even got a special permit from Stefano, his own paddock pass. Technically, it would also be possible to take him to a few races outside Europe, but we can still clarify that. Whenever he can't travel with us he will stay with Maman. She already has a little bed for him at the salon and is looking forward to meeting him." Tears came to your eyes.
Careful that Mali was now in your lap, you leaned forward a little and hugged Charles as tightly as you could.
"And he can just come to the paddock with us?" You let go of Charles a little and he wiped the tears from your face with his thumb and nodded.
"Yup, the team is already planning with him as the new mascot." You couldn't help a little laugh. The little furry munchkin looked up at you and must have seen your tears because he immediately stood up and put his little paw on your arm, which didn't diminish the tears but made them even more prominent.
"I can't believe this. Thank you Charlie. This is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me." Charles at that moment, and not for the first time, just wanted to put his lips on yours and kiss the tears from your face away. He really had to pull himself together not to cross any boundaries.
Meanwhile, your heart was on the tip of your tongue and several times you had to restrain yourself from accidentally saying those three little words that would have so gladly crossed your lips.
It had not felt like a friendship between you for a long time. But you had never noticed a single sign from Charles that he had the same or similar feelings as you. Therefore, it was probably better to continue pretending to be friends.
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lorenzotl Exhibit C 😜
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Mali being the star of the show was probably the understatement of the century. But the little one didn't let anything get in his way. He walked beside you and Charles into the paddock on all four days and followed you wherever you went.
On Thursday, he was supposed to stay in the motorhome with Pascale during the interviews, but Charles decided to take him with you and all eyes were on the little furry ball of sunshin. All the other drivers who were in the press conference with Charles, including Oskar, Yuki, Louis and Kevin, played with the little one as soon as the camera wasn't pointed at them.
In the evening, Mali was so exhausted that he didn't even make it to bed, but fell asleep in Charles' arms in the car on the way to the hotel.
The following days were no problem either. Actually, you thought that Mali might be afraid of the loud noises of the cars, but during the qualifying he even sat next to Lorenzo and you in the pit box and was excited and wagged his tail every time one of the cars passed through the pitlane.
It wasn't quite enough for Charles to get pole, but second on the grid was a good starting point to decide the race for Ferrari and himself on Sunday.
"Charles, since the last race, there is that fire in your eyes again. A lot of people expected you to be down. What has changed and what motivates you the most to get the win tomorrow?" Natalie Pinkham from Sky was your last port of call before heading back to the team and then to the hotel to be fit for the following day.
Charles grinned slightly and then looked over at you.
"Honestly I've got this cool flatmate who knows me better than anyone else by now and she first baited me out with my favourite food when we got back to Monaco and then when I was ready to talk she gave me the best speech I could have ever gotten." You shook your head slightly but had to hide your grin a little. You could also feel your cheeks turning red.
"Tomorrow is her birthday and I want to give her a little something back after the insane amount she's helped me believe in myself over the last few weeks, or actually since the beginning of the season, without really knowing it." Natalie grinned at you from behind the camera and Charles also looked over at you again. If you didn't know him and your friendship, you'd almost say there was love in his eyes but of course that was bullshit.
"That leaves us with nothing to do but cross our fingers and wish you a happy birthday." Charles nodded to Natalie and you said thank you and goodbye to the journalist.
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"Charles, after another win for you last week do you think you can finally break your Monaco curse?" Mali was once again sitting relaxed as usual next to you, getting a cuddle every now and then from a driver who either came to do his interviews or wanted a few cuddles just before leaving.
"I think the best foundation has already been laid. We were able to secure pole and now we just have to get it over the line tomorrow." Lawrence Barretto thanked Charles and let him go after two more questions.
Once he was out of earshot of most people he took a deep breath and exhaled.
"You can do this Charlie." His head turned to you. "Don't worry too much. There's absolutely no point in overthinking everything now before the race has even started. That's how most mistakes happen." He nodded slightly, then put an arm around your shoulders and stole Mali's leash.
At home you tried to distract him, but you were only half successful.
It was actually close to midnight and Charles was supposed to be asleep, but you could still hear him running up and down in his room while you wanted to finish your book on the sofa in the living room. But that didn't work out after all. You closed the book and put it down on the sofa table in front of you.
Mali opened one eye and looked at you sceptically. The little one also wanted to sleep.
"Well, my angel. I think we have to go and calm daddy down now. Will you come with me?" As if the dog had understood you, he stretched out on the sofa cushion next to you and then jumped down from the sofa. He trotted ahead of you towards Charles' room without you having to say another word.
The door was open a crack, so Mali couldn't be held back, opened the door and jumped onto Charles' bed.
"I think Mali wants to tell you something." Charles turned around, startled, and stared at you first, then looked for the little dog at your feet until he realised Mali was sitting on his bed.
"I can't. As much as I want to, there are about a million scenarios playing out in my head of how tomorrow will once again end in pure chaos and pain for me." Charles looked at you again and you could see the desperation and tiredness in his eyes. He must have rubbed his eyes more than once because they were all red.
Without thinking about it, you walked over to Charles and took his hand, pulling him to his bed where Mali was waiting. The little dog moved aside as you first made Charles sit down and then wrapped him up in his blanket like a little child.
Before Charles could say anything you had switched off the big ceiling lamp and made yourself comfortable on the other side of the bed in the light of the moon shining through the windows.
Mali had chosen a little spot next to your head, half on your pillow, half on the mattress, and curled up into a little ball.
You looked at Charles, whom you could barely see, through the night.
"Tell me how and where to lie." You could see his eyes widen because he knew exactly what you meant. Without a word he just pulled you towards him until your forehead was pressed against his chest, your legs intertwined and Charles could wrap his arms around you and hold them as tightly as if you were his most precious treasure.
"Think of something nice. Something that calms you. Me and you, we both need the sleep." And it wasn't long before Charles' breathing became steadier. He felt himself calming down just from having you next to him. And when he started to think about what his mother had told him in the afternoon, he felt himself getting more and more tired and lethargic.
He trusted his mother. But he also knew that his mother could go berserk when she was fed up with something. Charles' blindness was a case in point.
"My God, my child. Are you really that blind or just stupid? She loves you more than anything. She would walk through fire for you if she could assure you of this world championship in return. Just as you would lay the world at her feet. Man up and tell her how you feel. You have found your eternal love, what your father was to me. Don't destroy it with an unfounded fear."
These were the words of his mother that made him spend true wonders. These words played over and over again in his head during his pole lap around Monaco. The thought of you gave him eings and made him fly, as it had so many times before.
"Ok Charles has now also left the pits and is on his way to the grid." Fred passed you on his way to the pit lane. You were standing with Mali, Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur on the back balcony of the pits with a perfect view over the starting grid.
"I've just been talking to Stefano. I don't know if it's you or the little furball but one of you two or maybe both of you together are his lucky charm. That's why Stefano is waiting for us with special permission for the little one to enter the grid." You couldn't believe your own ears but followed Fred without really being asked.
Sure enough, Stefano was waiting with a little note that he attached to Mali's collar. It read "Grid Monaco 2023".
"Just make sure you stick to your starting position and please keep the little one on a leash but I know Mali is a decent dog." Just as Charles was wheeled forward by his team you stepped up next to Fred to the pole position.
The mechanics gave you the go to have little Mali jump onto the vehicle. He ran up along the nose until he arrived in front of the cockpit and stuck his head in to greet Charles.
"What are you doing here?" Charles looked up at you.
"Probably the first dog with official grid permission." You pointed to the little red slip of paper on his collar. Charles couldn't help grinning.
"Go and get ready. We'll wait for you here." Mali liked it on Charles' car. Couldn't blame him either, who didn't love sitting in or in his case on a Ferrari.
The picture of your little furry munchkin sitting on top of the Monegasque's car while the national anthem played went around the world and before you had even reached the pit building again you were met by people showing you screen shots of the moment Mali was broadcasted live and looking in Charles' direction.
Charles held his own from the start and secured a comfortable lead over Max in the first few laps, who was hot on Charles' heels in second place.
The pit stops and multiple safety cars added a bit of excitement to the race but as you would expect from Monaco, much of the race was down to strategy.
To the surprise of many, however, everything went according to plan for Ferrari. So Charles still was in first place after his final stop.
"Fifteen laps to go. It looks like the rain will start shortly after the end of the race." The clouds that were already visible behind you worried you, because they were something no one could control.
"Ten laps to go, rain in the last laps seems more and more likely." Your heart was pounding up to your neck. Next to you sat Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur. The two brothers looked riveted at the TV in front of them, while you and Pascale kept giving each other good looks reassurance every now and then.
"3 laps, Light drizzle has just started on the start and finish straight. Please be careful into turn 1, Charles."
The first drivers were struggling to keep their cars on the track before the last lap and had to slow down considerably more than some others. The last three corners were the biggest challenge of the last lap.
"Last lap Charles. From Rascasse, please pay extra attention. Here the rain has become a bit heavier." Everyone was watching the TV with anticipation. There was no one now who didn't have both thumbs crossed so hard that probably soon no more blood could flow through.
But Charles kept a clear and calm head and brought the red Ferrari first over the finish line in Monaco for the first time in his career. The whole garage was in each other's arms.
Arthur and Lorenzo had you and Pascale in a group hug in the middle and Mali also felt that something special had happened. The little dog who normally never barked jumped up and down next to you and wagged his tail.
Fred came up to you and took you in his arms.
"Let's go. You, me and Mali, front row when Charles parks his car." You lifted Mali on your arm and then let an overjoyed Fred pull you to the finish straight. The team made way for you as soon as they saw you coming and just as you took your place Charles got out of his car and stood on top of his halo celebrated by the Monegasques and his team watching.
After so many years, the Monaco curse was finally broken. The first thing Charles saw when he got out of his car and cheered with the crowd was you. And for the first time he didn't see you as his comms manager.
No, in that moment you were so much more to him. You were the reason he was able to fly today. You were the one who gave him hope and you and Mali were the ones who reassured him just before the race.
When he got off his Ferrari and took off his helmet, he knew exactly where he had to go first. No matter how happy the team was but this victory was not only his but also yours and so Charles wanted you to remember it forever.
He gave Fred, who was standing next to you, his helmet and gloves and without thinking about it put his hands on your cheeks and pulled you close to him.
The moment your lips touched was like fireworks. It didn't take a second before you returned Charles' kiss. A kiss that felt so new on the one hand, which it was. But on the other hand, so familiar that it was almost strange to know that this was the first time your lips touched.
When Charles detached himself from you again, he had tears in his eyes.
"Thank you, mon amour. I love you." You could hardly believe what you had just heard from Charles. It was as if your deepest wishes had come true. Words you had only heard in your dreams.
"I love you too." Charles grinned all over.
And then he was gone. Surrounded by his team, who celebrated him as if he already had the world championship in the bag. But you knew from that moment, that day, that victory, nothing could stop him.
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A secret worth keeping |mv1
„It's clear to me now that there is no future for us. There never was.“
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Nothing big, just some doodles I did this morning. Oh and very very very toxic! Max. It kinda got out of hand (just a little bit)
Max Verstappen x reader!race engineer (not gender-specified & nameless
warnings: toxic! relationship; mention of cheating, angst!
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You were one of Max’s most important engineers. This time he crashed because of some car problems. He was so pissed off after that no one even dared coming close to him.
He walked into the RedBull garage losing his temper more and more and everyone chose silence for their own good.
Suddenly he pointed at you not even looking at you and speaking with a harsh tone.
"My room. Now."
You looked around, hoping he meant someone else but as everyone had their shocked eyes on you, you gulped and followed the angered dutchman.
You entered his driver room where Max was waiting for you, the atmosphere being tense and uncomfortable.
The moment you two were in private Max leaned towards you and his expression changed from anger to something else…
“I’m sorry”, you whisper, even though it wasn’t exactly your fault.
"Shut up", he replied with a serious expression on his face.
"You'll fix this car within an hour, I don't want to hear any excuses. I'm not going to waste my time, go work."
As he spoke he stepped towards you.
You blink multiple times, feeling a heavy feeling inside your stomach due to his harsh words.
Max's expression was stern and serious, as he walked towards you but this time he rested his hand on your cheek and looked you in the eyes. He was silent for a moment and then he whispered.
"You're lucky that you're pretty you little thing."
He stared directly at you without breaking contact, the tension between you two becoming unbearable.
“What?”, you whisper, not quite believing what was happening.
Max's eyes kept fixed on yours while he leaned closer to your face.
"You heard me," he said in a low voice, his gaze is intense and eyes shining.
His attitude has become very flirtatious.
“Yeah, but…”, your voice trailed off the moment your eyes fell upon his lips, looking so soft and kissable
He noticed your eyes trailing down and when your eyes met again there was a hint of a smile on his face.
He got even closer to your face and placed his hand on the top of your neck as he looked deeply in your eyes.
"You know you want this, sweet thing." he said, voice becoming lower with every passing second.
“But you have a girlfriend”, your voice is nothing more than a whisper as you mention her
Max doesn't seem to care at all about the fact he's in a committed relationship
"Forget about her,", he whispers into your ear, "She's not here."
He leaned forward, moving closer to your face, and his hot breath on your neck almost made you lose control of yourself.
"Can you keep a secret?..", he asks in a tempting voice, "Kelly alone doesn't satisfy me."
You gulp and look into his eyes. “She doesn’t?”, you ask, feeling like a deer in headlights.
"I've been with Kelly for a long time but she isn't enough for me." He kept looking directly into your eyes and his face came closer to yours.
"I think you know it and want me too. Just admit it."
His breathing became heavier and his lips were starting to part.
“You shouldn’t be talking so ungrateful about other people when they’re not in the room”, you whisper, eyes trailing between his eyes and lips.
"It's your turn to be quiet..." Max whispered.
He pushed you back slightly so that your back hit the wall. Looking you in the eyes he then moved his lips slowly towards yours. You could feel his warm breath brushing your face.
It seemed like all your problems in the world had disappeared. You couldn’t think clearly, only the two of you in this moment was what mattered.
He pulled you close, his lips slowly moving towards yours.
As they touched yours, a tingling feeling fell over your body, making you forget about the whole world.
He smiled, breathing heavily as he moved his hand away from your cheek, pulling you closer until you are completely against the wall.
"Can we keep this secret?", he murmured in your ear.
You swallowed hard. You knew how this would end but you couldn’t help the slight disappointment that made your stomach turn. “Yes”, was what you quietly answered.
He smirked seductively. "I'm glad you think like that... I wanted this for a long time."
His voice broke when he said the last part, eyes filled with emotion and lust.
Max lifted your chin up and ran his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again.
Your heart was beating so fast as well as your breathing that became rapid as you leaned into his body and lost yourself in the moment.
“Will you tell Kelly?”, you asked, voice slightly laced with hope.
"No. You're the only one I want to know. What’s the purpose of a secret if not this?"
His eyes were glued on your lips and his breathing became heavy once again.
Max was still holding your chin between his fingers, kissing you passionately.
Your mind went blank as your whole body was being filled with sensations you never felt before.
You’re going to be his secret affair…
Sadness crawled upon your chest but everything you could concentrate on for now were his lips passionately pressing against yours.
Max noticed your slight change in demeanor.
"Don't think about her, just think about the two of us. We're going to have some fun."
His hands ran up your back and down to your waist pulling you even closer to his body.
Hands slowly moving towards your chest, his fingers massaging your skin as you watch him looking at you with desire.
He started kissing your neck and moved his hand further down until it came to touch the bottom of your shirt.
"I have a lot of secrets, but now I have one more..."
Looking into your eyes he grinned seductively. You felt goosebumps all over your body as his hand remained hovering over the hem of your shirt.
"Are you ready for me?", he whispered.
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Max lay on top of you, breathing heavily and smiling at you, while trying to not put his full weight on you.
He kissed you again and then ran his fingers through your soft curls.
"That was amazing," he said, "You’re definitely a secret worth keeping."
He placed a kiss to your forehead and stroked your hair ever so gently.
"I could do this all the time."
You tried to gulp down the pain that was hurting every part of your body and just smiled up at Max. “It was amazing”
"This will be our little secret, okay?", he muttered.
He looked straight into your eyes while whispering. "I know you enjoyed it as much as me"
He still caressed your hair and face gently.
You would lie if you said you didn’t like it. But the fact he didn’t want anything more serious and still dated another woman made you feel bad, uncomfortable even.
He noticed the look on your face, turning it towards him to get a better view of your facial features.
"Don't think too much about it, I'm sure Kelly will never know."
He went back to caressing your hair.
"Would you like another round?", he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
You stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to answer.
He lowered his head to your ear and mumbled again. "Just one more and then I promise we'll be done. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
His hand now caressing your neck, making you feel weak and submissive.
Eventually, you gave in… again.
Max smiled at you as you gave him what he wanted.
He started with kissing your neck and moving his mouth towards your collarbone.
He was using all his tricks on you to drive you crazy.
He kissed your shoulder ever so softly and pulled your hair gently, lips close to your ear as he whispered breathily.
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"Who knows, you might fall for me and we might end up together. Right?", he said after coming down from his high.
That was the moment your attention returned. “What?”
He laughed and ran his hand across your stomach. "I'm kidding, you looked like you believed that for a second."
His eyes locked with yours again.
"Don't worry, it's just a casual hookup, nothing serious, you know that."
He turned to lay on his back.
"So, how was it this second time? Better than the first?"
You felt like throwing up. How he messed with your feelings and didn’t seem to care at all. You averted your gaze and swallowed down the tears. You simply nodded at his question
Max's smile disappeared and he looked at you with a more serious expression on his face.
"Listen, I don't know why you get so sad."
He stroked your hair again and spoke with a comforting voice. "We're just having some fun together, there is nothing wrong about it. Do you think I'm a bad person for enjoying what you also enjoy?"
His face was close to yours as he looked you in the eyes.
“You’re playing with me”, you whisper, voice trembling. “You know what I feel for you goes beyond just having fun“
"I like you, but I love Kelly. I can't have anything serious with you. So either we keep it this way and you stop complaining every time, or this will be our last time."
His expression was serious and his tone strict.
"You are the one who chose to have this fun with me, you knew full well what it meant. So no, I'm not playing with you, you just don't want to listen to me and live in your fantasies."
After a brief silence, his voice became calm again.
"Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry if I sound cruel but you're going to have to accept it. This is not going to become anything more than just some fun." His look became soft again and he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.
"Now come here" he whispers while pulling you closer to him.
"I can make you feel better.."
You felt hollow as tears streamed down your face. You could practically feel your heart breaking.
"C'mon, baby." He pulled you against his body and wiped away your tears with his hand.
"It's okay, no reason to cry because of me, I'm not the right guy for you and you know that."
He kept whispering in a soft tone as he played with your hair, seeming to want to comfort you even though your sadness is partly his fault.
"I know Kelly is nothing like me, but she's a good woman and she really loves me. She's the love of my life."
You almost sobbed, hurting even more with every word he was saying.
"Look, things are not the way you wanted, but I'm having so much fun with you and you shouldn't be sad because of that."
He kissed your cheek.
"Can we leave this behind? I swear you'll be smiling in a few minutes."
He did his best to make you feel better, his eyes filled with care for you and wanting to make you happy again.
You gulp down every ounce of pain before closing your eyes to stop the tears.
He wants something emotionless and just for fun? You thought before freeing yourself from his grasp and straddled his lap.
The moment you got on top of him, his eyes were fixed on you, studying your every move as you got closer to his lips.
He seemed to like what he saw.
"You want to have some fun after all… right, baby?" he chuckled in a teasing tone.
You didn’t answer, ignoring the pain and the way your heart shattered even more with every second and just pressed your lips against his, numbing all the pain.
Max kissed you back passionately as he ran his hands through your hair. You could feel the heat of the moment as you both lost control.
Grip tightening as he pulled you closer, his whole attention on you as he continued to kiss you with desire.
He gently switched you around so you were laying with your back pressed on the bed as his kisses became more and more demanding with every second.
His lips were moving slowly across your neck and his hands kept running through your hair and over your back.
This moment felt like it was lasting forever, your mind gone completely blank, not thinking about anything but Max‘s lips on you.
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Months have passed since you and Max started this affair, hooking up almost every day since then.
You learned to control your feelings and wrapped your heart in a cocoon, away from Max not very affectionate treatment.
Your relationship with Max was a secret, it being intense and full of passion and you enjoying every moment of it.
Max was never really tender or romantic with you, every meeting he was all about the fun aspect of the relationship and your feelings never being put above anything.
One day, as you went to his hotel room you noticed him looking different than usual.
You recognized some flowers in the corner. He seemed concerned.
“What is going on?”, you ask while getting out of your RedBull jacket, placing it on the small bench next to the door.
He didn’t answer you as he remained looking at the wall with a serious expression on his face.
You took a closer look at the flowers noticing their label, as it read: "For Kelly".
You look around more while you noticed Max seeming busy preparing something. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but you saw a box and he appeared as to want to hide it from you.
Your breath got caught in your throat but you tried your best to not let your feelings overwhelm you. “I see. You want me to go?”, you simply asked.
He finally looked over at you, seeming quite awkward while he tried hard to find the right words to say.
"There is no easy way saying this, so I'll just say it... Kelly and I are getting married.“
His expression looked quite sad and he appeared to be ashamed of himself for having an affair with you while Kelly was his girlfriend.
"I can't make this work between us anymore, I'm deeply in love with Kelly."
You inhaled as you felt a bitter taste inside your mouth. You knew this moment was coming for a while now, but you never wanted it to actually become true.
You simply nodded and shot him a small smile. “I understand. Well, congratulations then.”
He looked at you for a few seconds, remaining silent.
"Thank you, but if you don't mind I would like to give you something special before this is over."
He smiled and started wrapping something in a box. "It's nothing much, just a small gift."
You look at him, slightly confused but also curious. After some time he handed over the wrapped box and said: "I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the time we spent together."
He continued smiling in a warm way.
"You should open it once you're in your hotel room, okay?"
You nod and gave him one last small glance before turning around and walking towards the door.
He didn’t say anything as he watched you leaving.
The minute you were in your room, you opened the box and found a beautiful necklace inside.
A note besides the gift read:
"Thank you for an amazing time together"
You’ve got mixed feelings as you read the note. Being glad this affair was over, but you would also miss those days spent together with Max.
And after you put the necklace on and looked at it in the mirror, you couldn’t help the tears starting to fall.
“I know you never loved me, but it still hurts”, you mumble.
You sat on your bed completely broken.
Even though you knew this was just a fun little affair with no feelings attached, you couldn’t stop hurting once it got serious with Kelly while you and him were together.
You didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of you wished Max would at least show some feelings for you, his words didn't seem to be enough to ease your pain.
Soon the tears started running down your cheeks and you were sobbing hardly on your bed, looking like fury.
After crying your eyes out for a while, you finally decided to get some strength and stop letting him control your feelings.
Taking a shower and getting ready to leave the hotel, you were going to return back home today.
There was no point of staying here any longer. Not when you saw Max with Kelly, knowing your feelings weren’t appreciated here.
As you left the hotel room, you felt the cold metal of the necklace around your neck, making you think about him again.
Your feet stopped near his door. You considered going to him one more time for an explanation and to ask him why.
You were confused and all your feelings came flowing back, even though you knew that nothing would change. Max doesn't think about you as more than a fuck-buddy.
The moment you stood in front of his door and rose your hand to knock you hesitated. You didn’t want to bother him anymore and just wanted him to be happy. You knew he couldn’t be that with you.
So you glanced at his door one last time before leaving.
You took one final look and then walked away.
It hurt. You were still hurting badly, but you knew this was the best for everyone involved.
As you left the hotel you heard footsteps coming from behind. Taking a look you saw Max approaching you with fast steps.
For a moment you thought he was going to stop you when he stood still in front of you.
He searched for your eyes and smiled but his expression was different than usual.
"Is everything okay?", he asked in a slightly confused tone.
You didn’t really know what to say as he noticed the necklace.
"Is that my present? Do you like it?" he asked, voice full of hope.
You simply nodded and clung to your luggage. “It’s beautiful, thank you.“
His face lit up and he looked relieved.
"I'm glad you like it, it's the least I can give you."
He stared at the necklace for a few seconds before looking into your eyes again
"I wanted to say, I've had a lot of fun with you. You're amazing."
You closed your eyes and tried not to cry again due to hearing those words coming from him.
His eyes were full of care for you as if he could sense your pain.
"Listen, I didn't mean for things to go this way. I'm sorry if I was hurtful. We knew what we were doing, right? I just wanted to have some fun. I didn't want you to get attached."
He sighed, searching for your eyes again, hoping you’d understand him.
"I'm sorry for how things turned out."
“I always loved you.“, you began after gaining a bit more self-control. “But I want you to be happy and I know that Kelly is the one for you. So I’m happy if you are”, you smiled weakly.
He grinned as your words sank in his mind.
"Kelly has always been my priority, it's just that… Sometimes you're so beautiful it makes things confusing for me. But it's clear to me now that there is no future for us. There never was."
He took a look at you and shook his head slowly.
"Now don't make it harder than it really is.
You know there is nothing I can do but there will always be a special place in my heart for you.“
You nodded and bit down your lip, trying to prevent the tears from falling. “I think it would be the best for us if I left.”
"You're right. Unfortunately there is no better way." He looked at you for a few seconds before stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you.
"Don't be too sad. What we had was amazing and you're an amazing person. This was going to end sooner or later. It's life."
He looked at you trying to ease the sadness in your eyes.
"But you'll find someone who will love you the way you deserve." His words seemed to be genuine.
You smiled at him and let one tear fall. “I hope you’re right.”
"I know I'm right."
His tone was firm and he appeared to be quite sure about you finding someone new and great.
"But now it's time to go, we shouldn't spend more time together. You know how this works. It would just complicate things even more."
He took a glance at the necklace around your neck one last time and then smiled.
"Keep this, please. I want you to think of everything that happened whenever you see it and remember it with a smile."
You nod and take a step back. “Goodbye, Max”, you said before turning around and walking away. "Goodbye“, he mumbled.
He watched you as you left and couldn’t help but feeling a sense of sadness because he won't be seeing you again.
He will move on with his life, now fully dedicated to Kelly.
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Charles with dogs is just so precious ❤
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The fact you think someone who's most recent DNFs were crashing in the last lap through driver error is better than Lewis is hilarous. Not to mention Mercedes are experimenting their tractor on Lewis, like they did in 2022 when everyone also thought Russell was better when he wasn't. Literally as soon as the announcement to Ferrari happened, everyone said knew that Lewis would suddenly be 'struggling' when he was best of the rest last year. Because think about it, it's in Mercedes' interest for Lewis to look washed. He dumped them in a humiliating way, they don't care about anymore.
Just say you don't like him? Or don't understand his value? Signing him is similar to the decision Williams made with switching Sargeant for Albon, harsh but a no-brainer. This is for any team in F1, including Red Bull. Because of one thing - hype. No other driver generates as much hype as him, and that's something that can't be replicated with any other driver. This isn't to say he isn't one of the top drivers talent wise, he is. But as we've seen with Bearman and Sainz, put any driver in a good car and they'll perform well. Ferrari's barrier to the championship is the car, not the drivers. If they have a championship winning car next year, they'd win it with both the current drivers and with next year's drivers. The only difference is that the story will be much bigger with Lewis instead of Carlos. And one more thing, this is the last opportunity for Ferrari to have Lewis in their car. I know there's lots of talk that the veterans should retire, but trust me, Fernando and Lewis are still at the top of the game, and when they're gone they will be greatly missed in F1. Instead of questioning why he's been given someone else's seat you should appreciate him while he's here, appreciate that the legendary names of Ferrari and Hamilton have in fact joined together when for so long most people thought it's impossible. Please do more research because you clearly don't understand F1.
One thing first: I never really made a secret about the fact that I'm not a big fan of Lewis Hamilton, I once wrote that in a post already, but I also always said that he is one of the best drivers ever in F1 history and I respect his accomplisments and performances.
I'm also a bit of a fan of Fernando, so it's not that I just don't speak for the drivers that are a bit older, I actually like the idea of Alonso becoming a champion again, 20 years after his last championship, if he should get a top car next year.
Oliver Bearman did a very good job at the Saudi Arabian GP, but he surely wasn't on the level of Charles and probably Carlos, that's for sure. So that wasn't really a good example. But no one was thinking that he would be as good as both of them, because of the circumstances that it was his first ever race and he has never driven the car before.
Lewis is surely still a good driver, but is he still the same that he was in the 2010 years? I really don't think so. And what reason would Mercedes have to let him be worse than he could be? It would only harm Mercedes, because they would get less points and bad publications in the media. Also it wouldn't make Ferrari or Lewis slower next year.
It's true that Ferrari hasn't the car to win the championship, no one except for Red Bull has it right n ow. But I think no one thinks that they'll drive for the championship this year. So it's still about the performances of the two drivers, which are pretty much very close to each other.
It's just my own opinion and how I see it, for me there are these minimal signs that (at least recently) Carlos would be the better decision. Maybe Charles can prove me wrong, then I'd be the last one not t say that I was wrong and Ferrari did the right thing (especially if Lewis will perform great next year.
The hype about Lewis is actually the only big reason for me to sign Lewis to Ferrari, but as Ferrari, a team that is the most famous, even without signing one of the biggest stars on the grid, that demands from itself to drive for the championship, I don't think it should just be the media hype that decides who will drive for them. And no, I'm still not saying Lewis is a bad driver, I'm just saying he isn't at the same level anymore that he had when he was winning one championship after another.
A thing iI want to let you all know, is that I will deactivate the anonymous questions, because i get many reactions that aren't very friendly or objective/impersonal, and I won't answer such stuff, because I want this to be a friendly discussion about the F1 amongst F1 fans who can also respect the opinions of others and don't feel personally attacked if someone does say something that they don't like to hear about a specific driver or team.
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trukoo · 9 months
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comfy lando ✨💖
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r4ikkonen · 11 months
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Hi, could you write a Fernando one where he's starting dating Carlos little sister?
secret lover | Fernando Alonso x reader
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a/n ty so much for requesting i loved this idea❣️(I hate this thing That i’ve just wrote))
tw: age gap,swearing
It was very common that you would travel with Carlos.You would be his number one supporter.This week you were in Monza.Big race for Ferrari and Carlos wanted his little sister to be there with him.You agreed of course.However he wasn’t the only reason why you were here..
y/n’s POV
I have just arrived to the paddock.Making sure that I have my pass with me and that I’m bringing coffee to my brother.It was difficult having a secret relationship with Fernando.I didn’t know if that would trigger Carlos.I was walking fast hopping to God that noone from the Aston Martin garage would notice me.I held the coffee cup so tight in my hand that It almost slipped.And finally I’m in the twilight zone aka Aston Martin garage.I looked quickly to see if Nando was there and to my surprise everyone was staring.Nando ran up to me.
“Hey, Cariño wait!” He shouted running up to me and looking at me with his gorgeous brown eyes. “Hey.. Um Nando” I said feeling embarrassed, all eyes were on us and it was clear that we are dating.It’s just that we haven’t announced it yet and Carlos would freak out. “Are you hiding from me?” He asked lifting an eyebrow.I knew how much he wanted to kiss me and I did so too. “Nando we can’t now..” I stood there bitting my lip.He was very comitted to our relationship and he really wanted to make it official but I kept thinking about Carlos. “Y/N!” My brother shouted gesturing with his hand that I follow him.I quickly said goodbye to Nando and I went to the Ferrari garage.My heart was still racing.”For the minute I thought you were lost somewhere.” Carlos siad untangling his headphones.His accent was so thick.”Yea Um I was just talking.. to a friend” I added awkwardly. “Y/N I don’t know if the rumours are true but stay away from Alonso, he’s a bit old and he’s not good for you.” My brother said gripping my shoulder making me look at him straight in the eyes.At that mlment I knew I was fucked.A thousand thoughts were coming true my head and honestly I didn’t know what to do.I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket so I quickly grabbed it to check the notifications.
El Plan 🩷
Let’s meet behind the motorhouse
Nando they’ll see us
Cariño just come
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I rolled my eyes and put the phone back into my pocket.I went down behind the motorhouse when I saw him standing there with his arms crossed.He was leaning against the wall and his hair was messy from the helmet.I came up to him giving him a hug.I wrapped my hands around his neck and god He was so warm.”Y/N I love you but you need to make yourself clear” He gave me a sad look, Still holding me close to him “Nando just give me more time I promise i’ll tell him” I reassured him knowing that my words didn’t help one bit.I leaned in to kiss him.He pulled my leg by the back of my knee, Nando pressed my leg to his hip.He started rubbing his hand on my leg while giving me lot’s of pasionate kisses.We were sp desperate for each other.Every kiss was wetter and wetter.Fernando lifted me up in the air and I just wrapled my arms around him.I cupped his cheek with one hand.I loved the touch of his beard against my palm.”Mm Cariño..” He pulled out of the kiss.taking his time to breathe normaly.I looked at my watch and saw that it’s time to get back.I gave Nando a quick kiss and jogged of to the garage.
I just sat in the garage scrolling instagram when Carlos approached to me.He pulled me by my wrist to the driver’s room and everyone turned around to see what was going on.He closed the door and looked at me.
“So when where you thinking about telling me about your little boyfriend?” Carlos asked sarcastically.His eyes were full with anger.
“Carlos.. listen” He cut me off , I felt so ashamed, seriously what was I thinking dating a driver that’s ten years older than me.
“Y/N I warned you about him, you always do this on purpose.” He kept walking around the room trying to control his anger.
“Carlos I love him.” I said pleading and holding back the urge to cry.He gave me a big hug and reassured me that it’s okay.He couldn’t resist me.”Sorry” I mumbled with my head burried in his chest.Carlos was always overprotective of me and it’s not a shame that he reacted that way.
It was starting to get dark and everyone was preparing to go home.Nando waited for me and I still felt embarassed.Carlos got out of the garage and joined Nando and me in the conversation. “Hmm so you guys are together?” He tapped him by the back. “Yes..” Nando said blushing, giving me a big smile.”C’mon we should celebrate” Carlos said locking arms with both of us.”Carlos.” I asked still confused by the whole thing today.”mhmv?” Carlos asked tilting his head. “How did you even find out that we are together?” Fernando gave me a concerning look. “Well.. Charles…” Carlos barely said out loud his name.He promised not to tell us. “Hm knew it..” Fernando said to himself with a serious look knowing what it would wait for him tomorrow.
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bellinghxms · 7 months
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lmao 🤣🤣
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jubileesstuff · 14 days
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Yuki: Pierre, you're my best friend.
Pierre: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend.
Pierre: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!
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redskull199987 · 5 months
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Do you take request if you do can you do Lando Norris x male reader fluff , we’re lando or male reader is having a bad day
Don´t ever look back
Lando x male!reader Request Word count:1k Warnings:Qatar GP (because that deserves an own warning), sad Lando but major fluff in the end Summary:After the qualifying in Qatar, Lando is feeling a little down and refuses to talk to you. But you are determined to make him feel better… Requested by anonymous 
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It had felt like it was going to be a good weekend. You finally had time to accompany Lando to a race and everything just went perfectly. You arrived in Qatar together and you finally had the chance to meet his teammate Oscar. He was the sweetest guy and you immediately clicked, joking around and laughing all the time, while Lando pretended to be annoyed, when he actually loved seeing his partner and his teammate having fun together.
Everything worked out, just the way you hoped it would. And after what McLaren had accomplished recently, You were as hopeful as ever that the weekend would go perfectly for the Boys.
That was until Qualifying came around…
You had to watch in horror how lap time after lap time got deleted, until Lando was left in 10th place. You wanted to talk to him, calm him down, anything that would make him feel better, but he was caught up in interviews. And your heart broke, as you heard how he talked about himself. How he talked about a lack of talent, when all you wanted to do was grab his face and tell him that it wasn't his fault. The track in Qatar was horrible and everyone knew it. But the FIA just liked the money too much, to cancel it.
You had tried to talk to Lando after he was done with the interviews, but he was nowhere to be found. It was like he was a Ghost.
Fortunately, you ran into Oscar while searching for Lando. You shared a few words with the Australian and gave him a hug for his lost place, before he told you that Lando went to his driver's room and that he had asked to be left alone. You gulped, as you heard those words. You quickly said your goodbyes to Oscar, before you made your way to Lando, practically sprinting towards his driver's room.
Your heart was beating frantically, as you arrived in front of the wooden Door. You were at least mildly concerned about what was behind it. In what condition Lando was. You took a deep breath before you gently knocked on the door, calling out for your beloved:”Lando, are you in there?”
There was a short silence in which you thought that he might have left again already, but then you heard his voice. It was quiet and he sounded like he really needed a shoulder to cry on right now:“Please just leave, Y/N.
Without saying another word, you pushed down the door handle. It wasn't locked. You quietly stepped inside and looked around for Lando. Your heart broke, as you saw him sitting on the floor in the corner, his head in his hands and his shoulders slumped. He didn't look up to you, but continued to stare at the floor.
Slowly, you walked over to where he was sitting and leaned down to his height.
“Lando, are you okay?”, you asked him, even though you knew nothing was okay.
He only shook his head at your question, before finally looking up to you. He looked so incredibly beat down. His eyes looked like he had lost all hope to ever win something again and even though it was barely seeable, you noticed the dried tears on his cheeks. 
“I'm a disappointment, Y/N. The team did so much for me and all I did was to disappoint them.”, he sniffled, looking back down.
You gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer:”You´re not a disappointment, Lando.”
But he only shook his head again and slightly shoved your hand away:”What else am I then, hm? Even Oscar managed to get to P3 and he's a Rookie. Even he's better than me!”
You didn't know what to say for a second. You didn't think that Lando actually believed that. It showed you once again, how ruthless this sport could be and how strong the Driver´s had to be.
“Lando.”, you said again. This time a bit more firmly. You lifted your hand to gently cup his face to make him look at you,”When I look at you, I don't see a Disappointment. I see an incredibly talented young man, who has achieved what most people could only dream of, a man who will achieve even more. I see a sweet and loving boyfriend, who never fails to make me smile. A Boy, who hates to eat fish and doesn´t understand the Australian accent, but a disappointment is really not what I would think of.”
The Boy in question only looked at you for a few seconds, before he pulled you in a tight hug. With the way he held onto you, you knew that he needed this hug. He needed you right then and there. So, you hugged him back just as tightly, drawing small circles on his back to calm him down. 
After a few minutes of just holding each other and enjoying each other's presence, You finally parted.
“Thank you,Y/N.”, Lando mumbled,”I really needed that.”
You smiled at the boy in front of you. His face had lit up a bit and after the hug, a few curls of his still slightly damp hair were dangling into his face. You raised your hand and gently pushed them out of his face:”Of course, Love.”
You leaned forward, softly kissing his forehead. You saw how he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, just enjoying the moment.
“What do you say to a shower and something to eat before the Sprint, hm?”, You finally asked, standing up and holding your hands out to him.
Lando quickly took your hands with a small smile on his face:“That would sound like all I need right now.”
With a chuckle, you kissed his cheek one more time, before you led him out of the driver´s room.
“Are you gonna join me in the shower?”, Lando asked quietly, a bit of his cheekiness already returning.
“Don´t push your luck, Norris.”, You grinned. But both of you knew that you could never deny his requests to spend time with him.
So, the shower it was…
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